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Christi

By: scruff876



I was late. Real late. "Crap!" I muttered to myself as fumbled for the cell phone in my jeans pocket. She was gonna be mad, but then I figured I'd just have find a way to make it up to her then, wouldn't I? And that shouldn't be to difficult. Not with my Christi. Over the months we'd been hanging out together, I'd kind of learned how to play her body like an instrument....and what a lovely instrument it was!

At just a few inches over five feet, Christi was an amazingly sensual women. From her silky smooth hair to her shapely legs, she simply radiated sex appeal. I briefly closed my eyes, letting my mind wrap itself around the firm 36C breasts, long pink nipples standing out hard and proud. I could almost see...hell, almost smell the hot spot between her thighs...lips moist, hair trimmed to an almost invisible thatch.

I shook the image out of my head and resumed my task of dialing her number.

"Hello?" I could hear the faint colorations of sleep around the edges of Christi's soft voice. "Hey, Baby."

Instantly wide awake, she sent a crackling bolt of electricity straight through the phone.

"Mike...what the fuck do you want, you asshole?'

"I know, I know. I'm really sorry Babe. I know I'm late, but I couldn't help it.'

"Late? No. An hour is late. Two hours is late. This isn't late for our date tonight....You're just early for tomorrow's date...jerk!" I could feel her bristling from over the phone lines and, although I hated to upset her like this, I couldn't help but feel a little twinge of excitement in my loins. Christi is always a hot looking girl, but when she's pissed off...well she's awesome! There's just something about not knowing for sure if she's going to fuck my brains out or kick my ass that turns me on, no end!

"Baby, you know I told you I might have to work later tonight. It wasn't up to me."

Still smoldering, "There is such a thing as calling to let me know, though, isn't there."

"I tried...twice...your line was busy."

"Oh," she said in a suddenly small voice. "My sister in California called. She had a fight with her girlfriend. She wanted to talk. I guess I should have thought about you calling. But I had to let her talk it out. I guess it was a bad argument... a real hair puller."

"Yeah, well...." I said with a little well practiced indignation, then added. "Still, I know you were waiting and I'm so sorry I didn't get there tonight"

"You're sorry!" she exclaimed. "I'm laying here in my big , cold bed all by myself!"

"Hah!" I said with a snort. "Baby, if you're in that bed...ain't no way it's cold. I only wish I was there with you right now. Tell me something, sweet thang..."

"What?"

"Tell me what you're wearing right now."

"You know." I could feel her face redden slightly, even over the phone.

"Tell me."

"I've got on that old dress shirt you gave me." Her voice had become the voice of a little girl. "You know it's what I always sleep in now. It smells like you." She giggled, "and I'm never going to wash it. Either."

"Mmmmm," I cooed softly. "Know what I think?"

"You tell me, Mikey."

"I think you have to take that shirt off now."

"But I'll get cold," she protested laughingly.

"Christi.."

"Hmm?"

"Now. Are you laying on your back?"

"Yes." 

"Good. Now slowly unbutton all the buttons. Slowly."

"Okay. I'm doing it now. Second one...third one... last one...there. All open."

"Spread it wide open. Let's see that luscious body of yours. But slowly...you know how."

Again the little girl voice. Giggling, "Can I stay underneath the blankets, at least?"

"Sorry. No blankets. Ruins the effect.' As I spoke, I could feel my erection pushing painfully against my zipper. I wasn't going to be able to keep this up too long. My seven and one half inch boner was going to need some personal......attention. Soon.

"Well, wait a second. I turned on the lamp before and I have to turn it off first."

"No. Leave it on."

"The bedroom shades are up. People across the courtyard can see right in!"

"Lucky for them, then, isn't it. Lights on. Blankets off. Come on Babe, for me."

"Jesus, the shit I do for you!" Christi let out a laugh of resignation. "Well, okay. Here I go...waking up the neighbors!" My mind played out the scene that I could only imagine. In the soft glow of the Tiffany lamp by the bed side, Christi slowly pushed the oversized shirt open wide, exposing the creamy smooth flesh beneath. I felt as if I could almost reach out and take the protruding nipples between my lips....trace the outline of the small tattoo on her upper left breast with my tongue.

I squeezed the bulge at the front of my jeans with my left hand, as I held the cell phone clutched tightly in my right. My "mental tongue" lazily made it's way down Christi's burning flesh, teeth nipping at the belly button ring in her navel. This was becoming unbearable, my fever rising rapidly.

"Oh fuck!"

"What is it Christi? Tell me babe."

"I think I can see that one guy...the one who has that yellow mustang in the next building...I think he's got binoculars or something. Shit! Now his light's off, but I know for a fact he's looking at me with binoculars!"

"Keep those covers off, Christy," I said sternly, my voice thick with arousal.

"Mike...."

"Off."

"Oh, God...yes they're off. I am absolutely bare. Well, at least I hope he's enjoying this."

"I'm sure he is...like me." I rubbed the palm of my hand yet harder against the rough denim fabric covering my throbbing cock. "Christi..."

"Yes." 

"Christi, lick your fingers and then wet your nipples...make them hard."

"Okay...but they're already hard."

"Make them harder...play with them for me."

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Feels good.'" "Now.....keep playing with your nipples with your left hand, and slide your right hand down your stomach...all the way. But slowly....deliberately...."

I could hear the passion building within the words as she whispered, "Slowly moving down....down.... Ohhh, yes. I'm touching myself for you now. My pussy is so wet! I want to make myself cum. I want to cum for you now...Holy shit!' "Holy shit?' I exclaimed in surprise.

"The mustang guy! He turned a light on again. He is looking through binoculars...but for Christ's sake he's got all his clothes off now and he looks like he's jacking off!"

"Forget about him baby...just concentrate on playing with yourself for me. I want to taste you so bad. Taste yourself for me Christi! Smear your juice all over your face...suck your wet fingers. Come on Baby..."

"Ummmm...yummy," she whispered as she did as I asked. "You know," she said in a husky voice, "Mustang man has a pretty big cock....ohhh, this feels so good.. My face is all sticky with my cum...I'm stroking my clit for you. Ohhhh...mmmm. Mikey, I'm getting close, honey...I think I'm gonna cum soon....", then, "God damnit! Somebodies ringing the fucking doorbell! Mmmmm....Fuck em...I'm going make myself cum!"

"Christi, no! Go answer the doorbell!"

"Noooo! Christ... I wanna cum!" she cried. I heard the desperation in her voice, knowing that she was furiously pummeling her throbbing clit.

"Christi...trust me! Go open the door....naked!"

"Mike.....please....."

"Naked, Christi! Now!" I heard the sound of the phone being slammed down on the night stand, and the sound of Christi's panting voice, cursing as it receded in the distance...

Not caring at all who was at the door, Christi flung the sleeping shirt on the floor as she ran to the door. Two of the fingers on her right hand still clutching and rubbing her freely flowing pussy, she threw it wide open, jaw dropping as she found herself standing face to face with..... me. Without a word I pulled her to me and crushed her mouth with mine, our tongues fighting a fierce duel, me sucking at the stud she wore there...our hands grabbing at each other as if we were afraid it was only a vision and might disappear.

A throaty growl sounded deep in her throat. "Get in here!" she demanded. "Get in here and fuck me right now!" She clawed at my arms like a woman possessed, trying to drag me into the apartment. Instead I took her wrist in a vise like grip and pulled her out into the hallway, forcing her to sit on the carpeted floor against the opposite wall. Christi stared at me wild eyed and dumbfounded as I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and stripped the tight jeans from my body. I never wear underwear so I was stark naked...cock standing like a sentinel...wet with pre-cum. "Mike," she whispered, glancing nervously up and down the hall. "What the hell are you going to....the neighbors.....". There are three other apartments with doors that opened on the same hallway as Christi's.

"Don't worry about them. It's 3:00AM. They're all sound asleep."

The level of Christi's arousal was such that it took over her natural shyness and she climbed to her knees, quickly taking the length of my manhood into her mouth. I could feel her hot breath on my balls as she sucked hungrily, swirling her tongue, using the stud like an artist's brush. Grasping her by the shoulders, I pushed back, and then positioned her onto all fours. Hips arched high, she rested on her elbows, eagerly awaiting my thrust. 

In tantalizing slow motion I slid my well lubricated shaft up and down her ass, teasing at the opening to her honey pot. I reached around with my left hand, fondling her sweaty breasts, pinching and pulling at the granite like buds there. 

"Do you like this?" I growled, as I planted a firm smack on her right butt cheek, leaving a faint, red imprint.

"You know I do!" she hissed through clenched teeth, no longer caring a thing about the neighbors. I delivered two more spanks and then entered her flaming tunnel. "Oh Fuck..Yes!!" she said as my cock split her party popper in two. "Fuck me hard! Baby...pound it in me...Oh Fuckkkk!!"

"Aren't you afraid the neighbors will hear you yelling like that?" I breathed into her ear, ramming into her with long, deep strokes.

"Fuck the neighbors!!! I hope they are watching! Faster baby...faster....I want them all to see you fuck me.... faster!"

I could feel the solid muscles of her cunt begin to clench wildly at my rock hard shaft, squeezing, driving me toward my own climax. A series of high pitched yipping...barking sounds burst from Christi's fevered lips as she began to tremble uncontrollably, her body coiling like a rattle snake at the same time. The delicious sensations of her incredible orgasm flowed from Christi's soul into mine, pushing me over the edge into my own bottomless abyss of pleasure. As my seed exploded into her, a loud, long moan of surrender escaped my lips.

"Yes Baby!!" she screamed, hearing my ecstacy. "Let me hear it! Let me hear it as I cummm!!!" I could only grunt in response as my body strained forward, trying to bury itself in her hot, sticky flesh.

"I'm thereeee Mikey.....I'm....Ahhh...I'mmmm...ohhhhh Fuckkkkkk.....Ahhh!!!" As she thrashed against me, a coyote like howl welled up from the depths of her body, and I rode out her orgasm, holding on like a rodeo cowboy! Then, finally it was over. My sweat drenched body slouched over Christi's still shaking form. She looked back at me over her shoulder, a smoky smile coloring her pretty face. Then suddenly her eyes shot to a place somewhere behind me. My own head snapped around as she continued to stare, open mouthed.

"Tammy...." she said softly, with wonder. The door to the adjacent apartment stood ajar. Framed there was Christi's voluptuous next door neighbor, Tammy....her own nightgown pulled up and tucked around her waist...her body just beginning to grow still. "Tammy...I...I don't know what to say...." began Christi.

Tammy only smiled, letting her powder blue nightgown fall back into place as she withdrew wet, sticky fingers from her own recently satisfied playground. 

"Thank you," she said warmly, and without another word she softly closed her apartment door.

Christi and I looked at each other...speechless! Then as we simultaneously burst out laughing, I helped her to her feet, and we hurried inside. 

"Let's go," she whispered breathlessly, tugging me along toward the bedroom. Maybe mustang boy is still there!"

Hey...that's my girl! Told you she'd forgive me.

Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 01



*Every old trick was invented by someone once upon a time*

(Thanks to frontma for her wonderful job at editing. If it is messed up it is my fault. Also, this is a slow intro chapter, but is part of a twenty (+) chapter piece I've been working on for some time.)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

*

A Little Background ...

Hi. My name is Glenn Zane Braxton but everyone calls me Zane. I'm a good-looking (or so I'm told) athletic kid just over six feet tall and just under two hundred pounds. I get my Nordic looks from my Mom who hails from Norway. I apparently get my optimistic attitude and loose moral structure from my Dad, though I was to learn that Mom was a bit freaky too.

My parents were killed in a rock climbing accident when I was fifteen so I was sent to live with my Uncle Tim (Dad's younger brother) and Aunt Jill. Unfortunately for me, while my parents had been rich hedonists, Tim and Jill were fundamentalist Christians doing missionary work in northern Thailand. I spent the next two-and-a-half years in a place where a paved road was a luxury.

I have nothing against Christianity; I consider myself a decent Christian but I believe my faith stops at the next person's 'I'm not interested'. My aunt and uncle were a very different breed. They believed that it was every Christian's duty to convert our little brown brothers and sisters (no shit, this is what Tim told me) whether they wanted it or not.

Needless to say, I witnessed them busting their self-righteous heads against the faith and traditions of these ancient people they'd come to 'help enlighten,' while I learned all about Thai culture, cuisine, and kick-boxing. I learned that spending time with Thai women was a hell of a way to get another kind of education too. On the down side, Tim beat me whenever he found out about the women. To get back at him, I spent time with Buddhist monks - score one for the Zen!

Three months ago there was an incredibly brutal monsoon and something possessed Tim to go down to the river to save people. Since every sane individual was running away from the river, I pleaded that we go with the people that actually knew what was going on. Instead, I ended up with my Aunt and Uncle hip deep in the muddy water when an uprooted tree hit Tim and Jill. 

Like a fool I jumped into the flood waters after them. I got to Jill - Tim was a goner. Afterwards, when I realized that no Tim meant a return to the States, I was not crying tears of joy - that would have been cruel.

After they gave up the search for Tim, Jill and I returned to Western Civilization. Jill surprised me by actually having a college degree that was useful and she got a job in Virginia working as an insurance adjuster for a nice sized company. I had completed my high school credits online back in Thailand and passed my college entrance exam so I was looking forward to partying it up somewhere far away from Jill.

Fate has a funny way of laughing at me, though. For some byzantine reason, Dad set up my trust fund so that I would get a fraction of my inheritance when I turned eighteen...as long as I was in an institution of higher learning approved of by Tim and Jill - now just Jill. Otherwise, I had to wait until I was twenty-one. I wanted to go to the University of Hawaii Jill found a nice little place close to what she called home -- real close.

Speaking of home; our living arrangements were courtesy of Tim's generous insurance policy and his own little share of Dad's family's money. She bought us an expansive two-story spread with nice large yards, front and back, right where the countryside hits the suburbs. I wished we had a pool and even offered to dip into my own funds to have one put in but since pools were 'cesspits of depravity' Jill nixed the notion.

Getting a car was also an interesting discussion. Jill said 'no way' and wouldn't budge until we noticed that our neighbors were two nice looking ladies in their twenties (I guessed). On the day we moved in I went over to talk (I'm drawn to women like a comet to the Sun) and spent over an hour getting to know them. There were two big pluses about their place; one was the large pool in back, which the girls (there turned out to be more than two) promised I could use whenever I wanted -- real nice of them. The other one was...

When I got home I told Jill not to worry about the car; the cute lesbian couple offered to pick me up from school whenever I needed a ride. "Are they atheists?" Jill gasped. Apparently them being homosexuals wasn't enough? "Nah, they are Wiccans," I lied again with a smile. We went car shopping the next day. I figured I would tell Jill we lived next to a sorority house (to the other university in town) at some later date.

What Not to Wear

Moving in turned out to be half the battle for my life at the new house. Next came the clothing war. Personally, I think I look great naked and do wonderful with people of the female persuasion but in Virginia they arrest you for this. Since I only have a twenty percent chance of being taken in by a female police officer (or the five percent of the male officers who are out and-out homosexuals), I'm going to go to jail if I go around nude.

My solution was to look around the local teenage hangouts, websites, and social networks to get me a style that would be both individualistic yet fit in. Aunt Jill was of the opinion that my school uniform (see below) would be my normal look. When I told her I'd use my own money to get what I wanted she threatened to throw them out because I was still living under her roof.

I got pissed off and since my outlet options were pretty limited, I stupidly went to my room and did what every teenage boy should never do when their female guardian is at home - maybe I have malaria and the fever was clouding my thought processes. In Thailand I would simply go out into the jungle Jill never went out into the wilderness if she could help it.

There was no jungle and Jill knew right where my room was, and since it was her house, she barged right in. Half way through giving me a piece of her mind Jill noticed me, the Vaseline, the box of Kleenex, and what my hand was pumping. I yanked the comforter on my bed, trying to cover myself, which resulted in my flipping off the bed (I was sitting on the comforter) and rolling to Jill's feet.

Jill stood there with her mouth wide open, eyes glued to my penis. I stopped pumping but my rod wouldn't go down despite my shame -- not of my erection but because I didn't like sexually taunting a recent widow. "That's...that's disgusting," she gasped while still fixated on my erection. 

I wiggled around so that I could pull up my underwear and slacks. Once my cock was under cover Jill started harping on me. "You vile pervert," she seethed. "What is the meaning of you showing your...thing to me? You are filthy. Wash your sheets then wash your hands then never do this again."

"Um, Jill...Aunt Jill, I'm an eighteen-year-old male. I need to masturbate," I informed her. "Not in this house," she said shrilly. I grabbed the tissues and Vaseline, then headed for the door. "Where are you going?" she worried. "Into the woods out back," I answered as I tried to move past her. "I kind of need to finish this."

"You will do no such thing," Jill gasped as she grabbed my arm, "you might be seen...and it's wrong." First priority for Jill was social appearances while my spiritual well-being was somewhat less important at that moment. "Jill," I cautioned her, "I really need to knock one out. I'm stressed."

Jill grabbed the Vaseline and tissues from my hands, not because she was stronger but because in my own twisted way, I still acknowledged Jill as my authority figure; not much of one, but one nonetheless. Ripping them away from her wasn't an option so, "Jill, you are my only parent now. I need to come to you about...things sexual," I suggested.

"No," Jill responded with some shock. "There will be no sex in this house. You will have sex when you are married and not before -- ever. Even then, sex is only for procreation." "Jill, I'm not a virgin," I informed her. Her jaw dropped but I'm not sure if it was shock, horror, or something else.

"You've had sex with a girl?" she whispered. "Aunt Jill, I had twenty girlfriends back at the mission," I related. "Did...Did Tim know? How did it happen? When did you do it?" she stammered. "Tim knew; that is why he kept beating my ass."It happened simply enough; we would be bathing down at the river and if we liked what we'd seen and if things clicked, we'd go fool around. Sometimes we'd kiss and touch and sometimes we'd have sex-- you know, blowjobs, cunnilingus, vaginal and anal sex," I continued. "Gack...ah...oh, God preserve me," Jill sputtered. "As for when, the best time was right after Bible study when you and Tim were preoccupied with the parents and us kids could sneak off to a house and fool around in the common room, and then couples would pair up and have sex in the bedrooms," I finished. "Oh, poor Tim," Jill moaned as she slumped against the door sill. "Can I have my stuff and go now?" I asked softly. "No," she snapped. We kind of stood there for a minute before she asked, "Were you sneaking peeks of me at the river?" "Ummm..." I half turned away, "yeah, I did." Jill looked offended.

"You are very sexy, Jill," I attempted to mollify her. It didn't work. "You pervert, you freak...that's incest. It is against God's Laws!" she screamed at me. "Jill, we are not blood related, and I never said I actually wanted to sleep with you, only that you have a very nice body," I countered calmly.

"Shut up! Stop talking," she shouted, before storming off, leaving me even more frustrated. An hour later Jill sent me out to get some pizza but when I got back she wasn't in the house, though her car was still in the garage. I smelled smoke and followed the scent out into the backyard. I saw what Jill was doing; she didn't need to tell me what she was up to but she did it anyway.

"I think we need to put your misspent time in Thailand behind you," she announced, "so I've decided it is best to get rid of all the clothes, books, and statues you brought back." "You should have asked me," I stated. Of course, this meant War. "You are awash in sin, Zane," she answered in this twisted, loving tone. I turned and went in the house.

What had that monk said to me when I'd discussed my relationship with Tim and Jill? One does not build a house of stone out of grass Which he suggested meant petty payback satisfies little and is soon gone, but real revenge comes from working permanent change on your opponent. Over the next four days I ordered a secure chest online, withdrew my bank limit each day, and started taking a pitcher of grape juice to my room at bedtime (it will make sense in a moment). I decided to start my plan Sunday night.

Stage One: after Jill has gone to bed, fill her car up with gas and report all her credit cards and bank card stolen. We have plenty of food in the kitchen and Jill takes her lunch to work so with the car full of gas she won't immediately notice her cards are useless tomorrow. Also withdraw yet another five hundred dollars with my bank card, which is the daily limit.

Stage Two: Once Jill has gone to work, I put three of her Sunday's Best into the steel chest, to which I have the only combination. Burn every piece of ultra-conservative matronly-wear, from underwear to bathrobes to jackets. Now that mid-morning has come, I head over to the Sorority House and enlist the aid of my two new friends, Leigh and Corrie. We go clothes shopping with the money I've saved up. 

Each 'sister' gets one thing (for services rendered) and the rest of the money we dump on getting Jill everything a sexually confident and active twenty-something would wear (Jill's only thirty) as well as getting me some normal clothes. I'm not going to attempt to make Jill dress like a hooker; that would never work. Jill's been warped by her narrow-minded environment for all of her three decades so making her more tolerant is going to take time.

Stage Three: As we are heading to the bedrooms that evening I 'accidently' bump into Jill and soak her with a pitcher of grape juice she now knows I'm taking to my room on a regular basis. Grape juice doesn't come out and a pitcher will soak her down to her underwear and bra. "Sorry, Aunt Jill," I blathered.

"Oh, Zane, this dress is totally ruined. I should make you pay to replace it," she sounded cross. "Consider it done," I offered. Technically, I'd already bought her a new one. Jill went into the bathroom muttering Leviticus before tossing me a roll of paper towels to clean up the spilled juice. "Zane?" Jill called from the bathroom with a hint of concern. 

"Yes?" I responded from the hallway. "Where is my bathrobe?" she inquired. "In the laundry," I lied. I hear her putter around for a few seconds, then, "Go to your room and shut the door," she ordered me. I got up and made a point of noisily shutting my door. Half a minute later the bathroom door squeaked open and I heard Jill pad quietly to her room and shut the door. I opened my door and sprinted to the bathroom. I retrieved her clothes from the hamper and tossed them in the sink, got the carefully secreted lighter fluid from underneath, doused them, and tossed in a lit match.

At the same time as I'm doing this, I heard Jill slamming dresser drawers open and shut. "ZANE!" Boy, what have you done?" Jill shouted from her room. I raced out of the bathroom (on purpose) at the same time Jill burst out of her room so we were basically five feet apart when Jill remembered that she was naked; I was barefoot in pajama bottoms.

Jill's look was priceless as she realized that the number of men who'd seen her totally naked since she hit puberty had just doubled. She spun around and bolted into her room, door slamming shut once more. It took her a few moments to form a plan. "Zane, go to your room and shut the door," she growled with a tad more control.

"Sure thing." I grinned as I walked to my room, shut the door, and leaned against it waiting for what I knew would unfold next. Sure enough, Jill raced to the bathroom. "Zane, where is my dress?" "In the sink," I told her. Three -- two -- one. "ZANE! What have you done!" she screamed once more. "My bra, my underwear, my hose..." she sobbed. "Jane, you have a robe in your closet. If you want, put it on and come to my room so we can talk this over," I suggested. 

I didn't hear anything for fifteen minutes as I waited on my bed. Finally, the door swung open slowly and Jill took a halfstep into my room. Her eyes were downcast in shame but her voice was full of hurt and anger. In her mind there was no possible reason for me to have done this. She was pulling off the Hurt Little Girl bit really well with her mid-thigh crimson satin robe and her wavy, deep-red hair flowing loosely over her shoulders and down her back.

"I can't believe you picked this out for me to wear, Zane. Now where are my clothes?" she ground out. "Jill, you look good in that -- really good -- but I didn't pick it out for you. I had our next-door neighbors do that because you are all beautiful young women," I explained. "If you tell me what color you are wearing, I'll tell you where your clothes are." Jill stood stock still as she worked out that I was talking about her panties. "Blue...the deep blue ones...with the black...lace," she whispered.

"Not the white?" I had to ask since I would have guessed this was the first pair of non-white panties she'd ever worn. Her constricted mind had expanded a tiny bit. "The white ones were nearly see-through," she answered after a second. I had to agree with that. "I put your clothes exactly where you put all the stuff I brought back from Thailand," I answered. It took a moment for that to sink in. Her burning green eyes popped up in shock. "What am I going to wear to work tomorrow?" she wailed.

"I'll tell you if you agree to one request I have for you," I replied with compassion. "Fine," she hiccupped. She was so body conscious that she wasn't really thinking about the implications of what she was saying but I believed she would still honor her word. "I want you to wear your hair down all day tomorrow...or in a ponytail, but that's it," I ordered. Jill looked at me truly confused; she always wore it in a bun.

"But why?" she questioned. "I don't understand." "Your hair is beautiful when it is down, Aunt Jill. I figure it wouldn't kill you to try a new look," I answered. Again, she didn't understand but I was okay with that, and getting her clothes out of the closet was part of the deal. I pulled out bag after bag and set them on the bed.

Jill stepped up during the process and pulled various articles of clothing out, utterly flummoxed with what she was discovering. This wasn't slut-wear but it would definitely show more of her curves and skin than she would have ever normally considered. When I finished bringing bags out she looked past me, expecting more. "I can't wear any of this," she declared. "Please tell me you didn't really destroy my clothes." "Jill, I did burn up most of your clothes and you can wear what I bought you. You are thirty, not sixty-five. When I jumped into that river, God decided that I rescued you and not Tim, and I can't believe I saved you so you could go right back to the same life you had before," I interpreted what might have been true...God doesn't talk to me. "What did I do to deserve this, Zane?" she pleaded. "You burned up all my stuff from Thailand, Jill. And while you might think of this as revenge, it's not. You may not see it this way now but one day, I hope you will understand that I love you," I told her. "Zane, I don't understand. What you did was evil, despicable, and wicked and I won't tolerate it. We should pray to God, me for guidance and you for forgiveness," she pouted. She made to kneel down at my bedside so I followed out of long practice. We clasped our hands in prayer and while Jill closed her eyes, mine remained open.

Now, my bed is not even at knee level so when Jill knelt down to pray, leaning forward until her elbows were on the mattress, she inadvertently thrust her ass backwards -- yes, Jill was doggy style on my bed. I had abstractly known Jill was attractive but the thought of having sex with her had never come up.

What was now 'coming up' was suddenly a problem, as were my attempts to keep up with exactly what Jill was asking God for, but the gist of it seemed to involve the Almighty taking steel wool to my corrupt soul, the harder and more painful the scrubbing, the better. "Amen," we said in unison as the thirty-seven minute ordeal came to an end and Jill stood up.

"Jesus has told me that I only have to put up with your dementia until morning. I'd rather get new clothes instead of showing up to work...as some strumpet," she proclaimed. "Um...where did you come up with the word 'strumpet' and who ever said it was a sin to be good looking?" I asked. "Nothing I got for you suggests sexuality, no push-up bras, crop tops, or slit skirts. They're clothes, nothing more."

"It doesn't matter what you think," Jill countered. "Whatever madness you thought you were accomplishing won't work. I really should call the pastor." "And tell him what, that I burned your clothes and bought you...normal clothes? Why don't we call everyone on the church roster?" I warned her. Jill balked at the prospect of having our family feud exposed.

Jill sniffed, spun, and started to leave the room when she recalled the clothes I'd bought for her. She huffed and came back for them, looking at me very indignantly. When I went to help, she warned me off with a hateful glare. An hour later, as I began to despair over my actions, I heard Jill's bedroom door open and a crinkly crunch in the hall. Upon examination, I found one of the bags I'd purchased clothes in outside her door. Inside, folded up, were the other bags. Jill had put my clothes away in her drawers and closet. I counted that to be a small victory.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 01



At breakfast the next morning I endeavored to be very correct and polite as I complimented Jill on how nice she looked. She returned my platitudes with an angry glare and she left for work without saying a word. In her favor, when she learned her credit cards were toast she didn't break down and scream at me over the phone or miss work. That evening she did still slam the door to the garage loud enough to rattle windows on the other side of the house when she got home from work.

"ZANE!" she screamed, "What did you do to my credit cards?" "Your replacements should be here by Saturday or Monday at the latest," I replied soothingly as she stormed up to me. "So," I went on, "did anyone compliment you on your looks today?"

"What...I...that's not important," she muttered, then she changed tact. She came over to the sofa where I was reclining, knelt down, and took my hand. "Zane, you are falling into lust, degeneration, and degradation -- sins of the flesh. You have to stop this."

'Stop what?' I wasn't precisely sure. "What you want me to do? Should we pray further on the matter? Last night I felt...something, but I still feel empty," I suggested. Jill's face lit up so I slipped past her and knelt beside her. Jill was unwittingly sexy as she sashayed forward on her knees to rest against the sofa. I reached out to her and she took my hand, then the praying began.

What followed was a repetitive litany of me falling into lust and dark desires (clothes buying?). Dear departed Uncle Tim didn't even get an honorable mention which would have been surprising if he hadn't been such a total bastard to me. Jill's neglect I didn't quite understand. She'd always been loyal, dutiful, and supportive. It then occurred to me that I'd never seen him exert an ounce of human compassion toward Jill. I got up and ran to my bedroom, ending up on the bed. Jill padded along behind me after a minute.

"Zane?" she wondered. "When is the last time you had sex with Uncle Tim?" I whispered so quietly that Jill struggled to understand me. "But...no, don't do this, Zane, don't fall into apostasy," Jill simpered.

"I have a gift for you. It is something you want but I need you to answer the question," I offered. "What is the gift?" she asked, guardedly intrigued. "I can promise you no regrets," I countered. Jill weighed her options, turned, and left.

"Dinner," Jill called to me an hour later. I dutifully went downstairs to the dining room to enjoy a mediocre meal in silence. We barely exchanged a single glance. As I got up to clean the table -- cleaning was my chore -- Jill spoke. "Seven years."

I was pretty proud that I didn't fall over in shock. First off, in my teenage, hormone-addled mind, how could anyone go without sex for seven years? Next, how could someone with Jill as a wife not want to have sex at least once every seven hours? Finally...what was Tim doing in the lady-boy section of Bangkok when he found me that one time? I really feel like an idiot on occasion.

"I saved your three favorite Sunday dresses," I rewarded her. Jill's eyes showed a glimmer of hope. "Which ones? I mean, how did you know which ones were my favorites?" she pondered. "You told me, Aunt Jill. I do listen to you, ya know," I responded. She gave me the oddest look, as if I had just explained to her how Ruth slew Goliath, not David.

"Thank you," she whispered. The first battle of the Witch, the Brat, and the Wardrobe was over. The war would go on. The next time we went grocery shopping (Jill decided that the less time I was left alone, the slower I would plummet to my eventual fiery demise) I caught her noticing guys giving her the once over and she liked it, of that I'm sure. How do I know this? She let me talk to the cute stock girl for fifteen seconds before reeling me in, which was long enough for her to write her number on the palm of my hand. I called her and asked if she wanted to go to a sorority party when the semester began. She informed me she was a rising senior in high school so I gave her my number and told her to call me on her eighteenth birthday if she was still interested. You can't win them all -- immediately.

FFU

Now to the college I was attending; Freedom Fellowship University (yes, that is F-FU if you stutter) is the Christian college in my new hometown. Jill read about them in online chat rooms and by communicating with some of her Christian social network gal pals. She heard they had a dress code and without checking on the specifics, she bought me a dozen sets of black slacks and white shirts guaranteed to mark me as a social leper. 

She signed me up for my classes. I opted for Pre-Med; she insisted I should go Pre-Law until I revealed my secret sinful desire to work for the ACLU, at which point she relented. She wanted me to play some sports, I suspect because she wanted me to have a safe hormonal outlet that didn't involve me touching women. I could have told her that dressed as I was, getting women (short of kidnapping) would be nearly impossible.

The problem was, they didn't offer any of the traditional sports except for soccer and track and field. I felt that was odd but I decided to sign up for soccer tryouts anyway. I also signed up for Karate, though I had no idea what a Christian school would be teaching that for, plus Archery (I've never used a bow before), Marksmanship (I've never fired a gun either), and Orienteering (because everyone gets lost in suburban Virginia and has to subsist on squirrel and road kill, right?). I downright refused to have anything to do with the Competitive Bible Study Team.

By the end of the admissions process I was beginning to think this was a school for some kind of uber-religious survivalists. Still, they accepted me on short notice and except for a tiny quirk in the online admissions form, I was sadly ready to go to college. It would be that tiny quirk that would change my life forever.

There Must Be a Church!

Before I could attend college there was one quibble to deal with and that was which church Jill and I would attend. I claimed to be partial to the Unitarians, mainly to watch Jill's face go from normal to pale to an angry beet red. Sometimes razzing her is too easy. Jill chose the First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ after carefully weighing, considering, and then utterly disregarding my input. I guess I had to be happy they weren't snake handlers.

On that first Sunday it was raining. I ended up having to run back into the house as Jill backed the car out of the garage and I took a header into a mud puddle in the lawn. Seeing how soaked I was, Jill allowed me to miss out on Sunday school. When I tried to get to the normal service my car wouldn't start (she'd insisted on buying me a used car, which I was now allowed to return for a new one).

The second Sunday was a comedy of errors. The garage door opened halfway, then got stuck, and Jill gave the wrong address to the church family she desperately called to come pick us up. On the third Sunday I was sick, so sick that I missed the SYFY movie classic of the week-(end) Saturday night -- Vampire Zombie Overlords II. Jill normally lets me watch it because I told her it shows science in a bad light. I would like to point out that Jill isn't stupid but she does tend to believe that which is most convenient to her world view, in this case, Science = Bad.

The fourth and final college-free Sunday, Buddy Jesus informed me that I had to go because no Act of God showed up to save me. It turned out that the First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ was huge -- one of those mega-churches and by the number of luxury cars in the parking lot, not one populated by the unwashed masses. Everyone was very, very friendly to the point where I refused to drink or eat anything they tried to force on me, fearing that I would become a drugged-out zombie filled with unconditional love and happiness toward the world. The one other weird thing was that there didn't seem to be any kids my age in the congregation. I had no Sunday school that day. I later learned this was the weekend of their Pre-College/High School Youth Retreat. Apparently everyone in this place acted as a herd.

Before we left I met with Pastor William Penny, chief shepherd of this flock, and he wanted to be my pal. Jill was enraptured with the guy but somehow he came across as creepy to me. Will, Jill, and a few well-meaning parishioners ended up steering me to the Pastor's office (which was as big as Jill's huge kitchen). There my new buddy wanted me to sign some paperwork.

Jill urged me to hurry up and get it over with and promised to take me to a nice steak house we'd seen but never been in, as if I was a small child easily pleased. Maybe I should have gone for pre-law because I ignored Jill and did read what they wanted me to sign. They wanted me to tithe...and not on my income, of which I had none, but on my net worth.

Everyone around me looked hopeful and I couldn't help but smile as I picked up the pen and started laughing. When they began looking confused I laughed harder, and that made them displeased. I didn't pick up the pen to write; I picked it up so I could stab the first one to rush me. "Listen up, Pastor Bill...can I call you Pastor Bill?" I didn't wait on his reply. "I don't know you or anyone but Aunt Jill in this room," I chuckled, "and I imagine you are all terribly nice folks, but it will be a cold day in Hell before I give millions of dollars to people I know nothing about."

"We are doing God's work," Pastor Bill assured me, "and please call me Pastor William." "Please," Jill pleaded, "this is what your Uncle Tim would want." For Jill's sake I didn't laugh out loud once again. Tim gave me billions of mosquito bites, outdoor plumbing, and ass-whoopings on a regular basis so all I felt I owed good ol' Tim was putting a heavy stone on his grave so that he didn't rise up from the dead when the End Times came.

In retrospect, Tim did me one favor; he taught me the ability to be verbally evasive when needed. "Aunt Jill, as Uncle Tim told me, being a Christian is a matter of Faith working through the mind and hands. It is my Christian duty to make sure that his legacy (really my Mom and Dad's) is placed where God wants it. Uncle Tim would make me pray deeply to the Almighty before taking such a momentous step, so pray I shall." Pastor Bill looked disappointed in me, which was a poor mask for his unsatisfied greed. Jill and the rest of the flock seem to have bought my act and that was the victory I needed to win right then. On the way back home Jill was pleased as punch. I'd expressed to her new friends what a wise saint good ol' Uncle Tim had been. This was the day I had to move into my dorm room on FFU's campus so I didn't have much time to dwell on everything that had happened.

Barbie Lynn Masters -- Dorm Mother

To say that I was pretty depressed when I began moving into college would have been an understatement. I met some nice girls who were also moving into my dorm but I wasn't much in the mood for talking. I found my room but they had my name wrong. Not only was I not Zane they even got Glenn wrong; they misspelled it as Glenda. I hadn't been unpacking fifteen minutes before this hottie breezed in asking if I was Glenda's brother. "Sure," I joked, "I'm Zane." "Can I see some ID? I'm the Dorm Mother," she asked pleasantly. I showed her my driver's license which read 'G. Zane Braxton'. "And you are?" I inquired. "Barbie Lynn Masters. Do you live close by?" she prodded. I looked around my room (which I shared with an as-of-yet unseen roomie), shrugged, and replied, "Yes. I live about a mile and a half away, just inside city limits," I played along. Couldn't she see that it was my name on the luggage in my room and I'd already unpacked?

"Can we count on seeing a lot more of you?" she purred, stepping up into my personal space. With her four-inch pumps, she was an inch taller than me, so I had to tilt my head up slightly to meet her gaze. "Unless you have a girlfriend, of course," she demurred. "I don't have a girlfriend but I'm looking for one," I grinned back. I wasn't really lying; I was looking for lots of girlfriends. "So, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Oh, no," she assured me. "I took a Purity Pledge and I have a fiancé so I can't be in a causal relationship with a boy, though being a 'friend' of a student I'm responsible for is fine." She licked her lips. My understanding of her convoluted reasoning was short-circuited by her D plus cleavage, perfect teeth, long light-golden hair, soft bedroom blue eyes, and blemish free, tanned skin.

I've never considered myself terribly bashful. I hadn't been with a welcoming and available female in two months; she was right there in my face, so I grabbed Barbie's ass subtly, pulled her close, and began kissing her. At first Barbie seemed to be all talk and no action, but that lasted all of five seconds before she was all over me with our tongues intertwining and our hands going over each other's backs and asses.

In a flash I had my hands up her pleated skirt, inside her plain white panties, and was massaging each muscular ass cheek separately and vigorously while my lips left hers and migrated to her neck and ear with kisses and bites, all of which seemed to really excite Barbie Lynn. She was moaning and grinding against me like a teenager coming down from a forty-eight hour unresolved porno binge.

Her left hand slid around to the front of my jeans and touched my crotch where I was rapidly coming to the fullness of life. "Oh, God!" she whispered as she began stroking me up and down. "Tell me that's not a rolled up sock." "Huh? What? No, that is all me. Why do you ask?" I mumbled between licks and kisses.

"Oh, some boys can be very dishonest," she sighed from past experience. "Does it hurt?" "No, it feels fine," I assured her. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt just a little bit?" she persisted as she groped my bulge. Something clued me in.

"Actually, it does hurt a little bit," I guessed. Barbie Lynn broke our embrace, padded silently over to the door, took a quick look out, then shut it. She was back in my arms in record time. "In that case, let me see it," she grinned. "How does a blowjob jive with your Purity Pledge?" I stupidly wondered out loud.

"Oh," she beamed an angelic radiance up at me as she slid down my body and unzipped my pants, our eyes locked together, "a blow job is sinful and done out of lust but relieving your pain is blessed and done out of love." "I feel myself getting closer to spiritual fulfillment every second I'm with you," I breathed huskily as she pulled down my pants and boxers, unleashing my manhood.

Barbie tentatively, with a bit of fear showing, licked the tip of my penis. I let her get used to me before resting a hand on her head. She responded by slowly engulfing my cockhead, which felt freaking awesome after my long dry spell (please remember I had virtually non-stop sex for two and a half years). She bobbed slightly while pumping my shaft rapidly with one hand and tickling my balls with the other. I tried to push a little bit but Barbie gagged. I guessed she wasn't too skilled at this but hey, everyone starts somewhere. 

After five minutes she was taking more than half of my length in and doing so hungrily. "I hope you are not close to coming," she mumbled between mouthfuls. "Actually, I'm feeling greedy," I responded. She looked up at me, head still bobbing. "I can sense your pain and feel I should do something about it," I explained.

Now she looked confused so I backed up, pulled Barbie up by her waist and kissed her once more. I gracefully walked my hand down her waist and hip to her crotch. With a sharp intake of breath by Barbie, she melted into me and bit my shoulder. Next I spun us around and pushed her back on the bed at the corner, splaying her out for me as her bosom bounced sensually and enticingly. "What's on your mind?" Barbie asked with wide eyes. "I want a taste," I grinned evilly, which only turned her on more.

I fell between her outstretched knees. I made eye contact with her as she propped up on her elbows and my hands went to her panty waistband. I grinned, she blushed, and the panties came flying off. Barbie squeaked then slammed a hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. "Use my pillows to prop up your back," I directed Barbie Lynn since she clearly wanted to watch. I maneuvered Barbie into a suitable position so that I was kneeling on the floor with Barbie's silky smooth legs spread to either side. Barbie Lynn was propped up so that she could watch me work. I got the feeling she was used to some level of stimulation, just not from a guy. I could deal with that.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this now, or go back to my place where it is safer?" she asked. "I'm too hungry for you right now; your scent is intoxicating," I finished up saying, and then I went in. I didn't rush things because every first time should be special. My right hand traced the line along the sides and rear of Barbie Lynn's thighs. My left hand traced the line over her pubic area to her stomach that finally ended with her left breast.

"Hurry," she panted. I knew she had somewhere to be but I was aware she could use some stress relief too. Barbie reached down with a hand to control my left hand and head but I was obeying my instincts. By the time she made up her mind to stop me, I overwhelmed Barbie with a pleasurable, mindwarping first orgasm. The noise brought a few students sneaking in to take a peak.

Once I had a semblance of control over her, I began a series of actions to excite her whole body. On the second orgasm she wrapped her legs around my head and nearly crushed it. While I lapped up her juices, I decided to follow that up by kissing Barbie and giving her some of her own fluids to taste -- a trick new to her.

I kept my dick sheathed, though all three of Barbie's holes looked delightful. I figured she wasn't ready yet but I did manage to take off her shirt in the process and fondling and suckling at her magnificent breasts. After the third and fourth orgasms, Barbie passed out, and when she woke up, she whispered to me that she wanted my dick in her mouth and pussy. Purity Pledge? What Purity Pledge?

Barbie Lynn confided in me that she'd sucked dick before and thought she was quite good at it, and that a few men had temped her cunt and ass with real penetration but all she had done so far was pleasure herself with toys and with the aid of other (female) students here at school. She was still technically a virgin (no boy parts had penetrated her vagina) but she'd done 'everything else.' Was she or was she not an anal virgin? My money was on virginity.

Barbie was pleased that I was going to her church (it was highly popular at the college, she told me), almost as pleased as I was to find her so receptive and hungry for more sex. I told her she needed sexier underwear and that I would gladly go shopping with her for some in case she wanted to model any (yes, I know they don't let you model underwear). While we talked I helped her get dressed, though we couldn't find her panties.

We slipped out after that, Barbie to tend to her girls and me to go to my Aunt's. I told her I'd see her tomorrow. Barbie laughed as if she didn't believe me. As I left, I began to appreciate the guy: girl ratio of this place because it was looking very good in my favor. My evening with Jill passed uneventfully; we stayed up late as Jill suddenly realized she was going to be alone for the first time in years so I didn't end up sneaking quietly into my dorm room until well past midnight.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 02



*If my life is a mirror, why does mine have to be one-way with me on the wrong side*

(Thank you frontma for the edit. It is appreciated)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

Day One (It's a What?!?)

My first day of college began with a six a.m. wake-up alarm in our room. Both my roommate and I sat up at the same time. We looked at each other and the sheets failed to conceal we apparently both slept shirtless.

"Hi. You are a girl," I got off first.

"And you are a guy," she replied indignantly.

"What are you doing in my room? I mean, why did they give me a female roommate?" I countered.

"Ah...are you joking?" she asked incredulously. Clearly I wasn't, and that realization made her grin mischievously. 

"Where is Glenda?" she inquired next.

"Ugh," I sighed. "When I was registered their system misspelled my name. My first name is Glenn, thus the Glenda, but I go by Zane, my middle name. What about you?"

"Whoops. I'm Rio Talon and this is going to be wicked," she giggled. "I have to admit I never thought I'd meet someone like you at FFU."

"You don't see quite the hardcore fundamentalist/survivalist type either," I responded. 

"Ha!" she grunted. "You got me. It was either this or three years at a minimum security prison in Arizona," she confessed. She didn't volunteer what she would have done time for and it was really none of my business.

"I need to shower," I changed the subject.

"I'll go with you," Rio volunteered as she slipped out of bed, and yes, she was naked...and cleverly and artfully shaved with several delicate chevrons pointing down. She also had a black tattoo of the name Lilith going from the right hip along the bikini line – definitely not Church issue.

I went to the closet, got a robe, towel, and bathroom kit. Rio brazenly watched me move around.

"Body-conscious much?" she chuckled.

"Rio, I spent the last two years bathing down at the river with two hundred of my closest neighbors. Trying to cover up gets old really fast," I grinned back at her. "Does my body disgust you?"

"'Disgust' isn't the word I was going to use," Rio said as she licked her lips and also got ready for the bathroom. "Now, let's get you shaved before...the bathroom gets flooded with people. By the way," she tossed me Barbie's missing undies, "are these yours?"

"Booty from my panty raid; please don't turn me in," I chuckled, as I caught them, then stashed them in my backpack, hopefully to return to Barbie Lynn later. Rio laughed again.

As I suspected, not only did I get assigned a female roommate but I was on a female floor, which earned me more than a few shocked looks. Since Rio stuck close to me, she earned her own share of looks, but these were more scornful; Rio ate it up. I still couldn't decide whether I'd miss Rio or not when I got my new room assignment.

The two girls in the showers ignored Rio and I when we came in so I was able to shave in peace and get under a steamy shower without the expected shrieks. Only when they dressed in their robes and put on their glasses did things change. Their looks were best expressed as 'a boy saw me naked!' followed by 'A boy saw me naked...' and ended up with, 'A boy saw me naked and he liked what he saw.' I get hard when the wind blows – anywhere around the globe. They fled in a fit of giggles and I safely exited the bathroom before another girl entered.

It was hardly unforeseen that my attire made Rio laugh but when she suggested black horn-rimmed glasses would really complete the nerd-look, I had to laugh too. I noted her regulation skirt appeared to be a bit higher above the knee than was prudent with a pronounced lack of underwear. Rio confessed that her parents tossed all her 'stripper' wear when they shipped her off and she wasn't going to wear the 'granny' panties they had put in place of her G-strings.

The trek cross-campus to the Dining Hall would have been more enlightening if Rio had not lured me into an engrossing conversation. Remember now, I had been isolated from mainstream Western pop culture for over two years and had a lot of catching up to do. We grabbed some trays of breakfast; then, at Rio's insistence, we headed outside to eat pretty much by ourselves, or so we hoped.

"Professor..." inquired this cute brunette with pig tails, dimples, and into pushing her tits in my face; I barely noticed she was backed up by three other girls.

"Huh?" I questioned.

"Braxton," Rio spoke over me.

"Could you tell me...where the...um...Clegger Science Building is, Professor Braxton?" She lied pathetically.

My first thoughts were, 'why is she wearing such a thin white blouse two-sizes too small?' and wondering 'when is this thread holding that central button in place going to give up on it's hopeless struggle and let her boobs pop out?' Then I became curious why she called me 'professor'.

"It is right over there," I said, as I stood up, put my hand on the small of her back, and pointed the way with my other hand. The location of the building was blindingly obvious since this is not a huge campus.

If things weren't awkward enough, Ms. Brunette twisted, rubbed her hardening nipples against my chest, and asked,

"There?"

"No," I corrected by whispering into her ear, causing her to wiggle against me. I took her forearm, lingering my touch on the pulse of her wrist before directing it to the proper angle.

"I would walk you there," I added, "but we have to go to the auditorium soon."

"Thank you, Professor Braxton." She wiggled a third time. "It is really a pity I don't have any of your classes. What do you teach?"

"He's a Biblical Archeologist," Rio interrupted, "specializing in Early Christian Erotic Art and Rituals."

I felt Ms. Brunette have a micro-orgasm over that piece of fantastical news.

"Are you still taking on students?" Brunette panted to me. Rio jumped up.

"Whoops! Look at the time!" exclaimed Rio, "Professor, you have to go – Right Now!" With that, she dragged me away from Ms. Brunette and her girl posse and across campus.

"What the hell was that about and why did she call me Professor?" I hissed to Rio as we came to the auditorium for our first assembly.

"Oh, it must be some Southern thing, sort of like the English calling men 'Governor'," she lied convincingly. How do I now know she lied? It will become obvious.

I took a seat with Rio amongst the sea of students and it was just my luck that we were surrounded by girls once more. I really wasn't in the mood to have them gawk at me so I slumped down and kept a low profile. The auditorium sounded full-up and there was a magnitude of teachers and such on the stage.

When a stately, attractive, yet demanding and stern tall woman with long grey hair worked up in a bun stepped up to the podium, the hall grew silent. First she led us in prayer, which I found odd because normally at this level of fundamentalism, women couldn't lead men in prayer, but I could have cared less. She welcomed the rising seniors first, then worked down the list until she recognized the new class of freshmen, reminding them of their 'Handmaiden Duties,' whatever that was. 

I looked to Rio who was stifling to suppress some dark glee, undoubtedly at my expense. The Chancellor of FFU worked us through some of what I assumed was normal school crap plus a reminder to review with diligence their code of moral and ethical behaviors and the names of their spiritual guidance counselors in case they felt wickedness overcoming them. Considering the thin white blouses and the short, pleated plaid skirts, yours truly and the other men on campus were going to be scoring like mad, morals and ethics be damned.

A closing prayer ended the meeting and we dispersed like good little sheep heading for our first class of the semester. Rio and I both had English Literature but in different rooms so she was kind/sadistic enough to drop me by my room before heading her own way. I walked in and took a middle seat. Once again all the girls looked at me funny when they came in and I couldn't miss the fact that in a classroom size of twenty, we had nineteen girls and only one guy – me.

I was mulling this over (I'm actually a smart guy but I admit, I hadn't been showing it too much recently) when our teacher came in. Her name was Ms. Goodswell (no lie) and she was a gorgeous brunette with breasts of greater proportions than Barbie Lynn's, and the rest just got lusher.

Ms. Goodswell leaned against the front of her large wooden writing desk and used her tablet to scroll down the roll call. I was number three.

"Braxton," her sugary sweet voice drawled out. "Glenda Braxton." I shifted in my seat.

"Here," I said in a clear masculine voice, "but I go by Zane."

Ms. Goodswell looked up over her reading glasses, expecting something other than me. As she looked at me her eyes grew larger...and she looked...and she looked.

"What are you wearing?" she asked crisply.

"What my Aunt told me was proper school attire, Ms. Goodswell," I replied tentatively.

"Proper attire is clearly outlined – white blouse and a pleated blue and gold tartan skirt with white knee sox and black shoes. Men wear pants; women wear skirts," she clarified. I imagine my jaw dropped open at that one. Finally, I stood up so she could get a good look at me.

"I'm dressed correctly, then I'm a guy," I insisted. Ms. Goodswell had looked annoyed but now she looked pissed. She strode boldly toward me, heels clicking against the marble floor.

"So you insist that you are a man, do you?" she snapped. Before I could do anything but nod she slapped a cupped hand against my crotch. I coughed in pain.

I became aroused despite the mild discomfort because I was now gazing down into Ms. Goodswell's ample bosom. Her eyes went from angry to utter shock.

"You are a man," she whispered in horror. "What are you doing in my class?" I reached into my book bag and got my schedule, letting her gaze on it. I noticed her hand stayed on my crotch.

"Nine a.m., English Lit. 101 in room 204, Denning Hall V. Goodswell," I read out loud. Ms. Goodswell read it over while she massaged my growing shaft; subconsciously or not, I wasn't sure.

"Very well," she said decisively. She turned back and returned to the roll. As I sat down I had that creepy feeling that everyone else was staring at me, or more precisely, my Goodswell-inspired hard on.

After that little bit of drama the actual class was okay. Ms. Goodswell was pretty bright and made our upcoming journey into the works of a bunch of old dead British guys sound fun. When the bell rang we got up and started to file out but Ms. Goodswell motioned me to wait for the others to leave us alone. It didn't work out that way; the other girls hovered right outside the door.

"Okay, Mr. Braxton, what are you trying to prove?" she accused me with some real heat.

"Please, Ms. Goodswell, believe me; I haven't a clue what is going on here. I woke up with a girl in my room this morning..." I began.

"You had a girl in your room this morning? That didn't take you long," she said bitterly.

"No – wait; it was my assigned roommate, Rio Talon, and she was on her side of the room. It is okay because they accidently stuck me on a girl's floor in the dorm because there were girls in the showers too," I continued.

"Didn't you thing that was a bit odd?" she asked suspiciously.

"Not really, ma'am. I've spent the last two years with missionaries in rural Thailand; I'm used to bathing with naked women all the time. Initially, I figured this was some sort of bureaucratic snafu but after doing my own quick census of your class, I think I've missed something crucial," I explained.

"Mr. Braxton...Zane, this is an all-girls school; men are not allowed. We can't even employ a man under the age of forty-five," she informed me while studying my expression. While my penis would have done summersaults of joy, my brain was looking at my access to my trust fund going down the toilet.

"I apologize. I'm pretty sure my Aunt Jill didn't know and I assure you, I was ignorant of this fact. What do we do now?" I sighed.

"I believe you, Mr....Zane. No one would use this as an excuse after going through all the trouble to sneak in here. For now, you continue to your classes and I'll inform your other instructors of this...extraordinary event. Expect to spend lunch with the Chancellor so that we can extricate you from this situation. Can I rely on you to be good in the interim?"

"I'll do my best," I promised. She dismissed me and began using her phone. When I slipped out of the room, my classmates made room enough for me to make my way down the hall.

"Zane!" a young female voice called out. I turned around to see Ms. Brunette. "Is it true you are a freshman here?" I was sure she would be pissed for the whole 'Professor' gag Rio had played and I'd unwittingly gone along with.

"Yes," I confessed. She'd assumed I was a teacher because I was male and I hadn't corrected her.

"Kiss me!" she beamed hungrily. That was not what I expected but I reacted quickly and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. Ms. Brunette looked upset. "You can do better than that," she commanded. Again, not what I expected; I put my book bag down, took hers off her shoulder and placed it next to mine.

I started off with a repeat of the last kiss but instead of that being the ending point, I used it as a foundation to build upon. I slowly drew her in; she pulled her arms up between us and cupped my face as I dipped her with enough tongue action to make our steamy embrace a thermographic exploration of lust. We kissed for over a minute before I brought her up and let her go.

"Better?" I murmured to her. Ms. Brunette nodded dreamily. As I retrieved my book bag from the floor I realized I was adrift in a sea of lonely young women. I could now empathize with that lost baby seal who found itself surrounded by a pod of killer whales.

"Kiss me!" insisted a blonde.

"No, me; I was here first."

"I'm a senior; I go first," demanded a breathtaking black woman. I didn't know what was going on and I had no idea how to deal with this bizarre situation but all that was taken out of my hands by the next noise I heard.

"Get off me, bitch," I heard Rio shout out, followed by a slap and her scream. Rio was hardly my friend – in fact, she had used me for her own personal amusement for the entire time I'd known her – but she was my roommate, an outsider, and I was sure no one else would come to her aid. I shouldered my way in the directions of her screams and sobs, parting the last few girls separating us.

Rio was on her stomach on the floor with three girls gathered over her. Closest to me was one with thick, wavy black hair and dark skin who had her foot pushing down on Rio's butt. The second one, who appeared to be the leader, was a black girl with shiny black hair in an intricate weave and was bouncing on Rio's back, yanking her hair back painfully, and was taunting Rio, saying she was supposed to be a good little beast of burden as well as mocking her as a 'felon'. The last tormentor was the only one facing me, though she was preoccupied with holding Rio's arms forward so she couldn't reach back to scratch the ringleader. 

It wasn't hard for me to figure out what to do. When Weave started bouncing up, I swept the legs out from under the other wavy-haired girl, sending her toppling backwards. I then put a boot to the black girl's butt, propelling her into the spectators on the far side of us. I didn't even bother with girl number three.

I grabbed Rio by the arm and yanked her up and swung her behind me. It turned out to be a good choice because when the black girl back-flipped up in one fluid move, she landed in a martial arts fighting stance. I had a fight on my hands, or would have if the bell hadn't rung. As it was, the black girl looked both outraged and shocked when she took in my gender and my counter-stance.

A flood of girls suddenly separated us. Rio took the opportunity to grab her book bag, then my hand, and together we bolted to our next class which was, oddly enough, Biblical Archeology but without the procreation parts. Our professor, Mrs. Carradine, treated me a bit coldly but the attention directed my way by the student body was anything but.

I had barely pulled out my book when the girl behind me tapped my shoulder and slipped me a note.

You will take my book bag to lunch and eat lunch with me. Dove Foster

I furrowed my brow and showed the note to Rio who was sitting next to me. She smiled and whispered, "Handmaiden's Duty," in a condescending tone. "Didn't you read your handbook?" Any further conversation was cut short by Mrs. Carradine's blistering glare. 

For some reason, Buddy Jesus kept me safe from anymore female attention until the class ended and I began to make my way out. I took some comfort that Rio stayed close to my side.

"Zane. Zane Braxton...do you mind if I call you Zane?" babbled a shorter, slender girl with shoulder length black hair and glasses as she grabbed my elbow in a death grip from behind.

"You can't ask him to do anything until he steps out of class," Rio cautioned the newcomer. Now I had to decide whether or not I'd be a slave to Dove for an hour because technically she appeared to be in violation of the rules...which I knew nothing about. 

"No! I want to help," she pleaded. "Besides, I'm a freshman like Zane so I can't ask him to perform...I mean do something to me – gak – for me," she blushed.

"What is your name and how can you help?" I questioned. I gently rubbed her shoulder and upper left arm to calm her down. She rewarded me with a deep breath and a warm smile.

"I'm Iona Becket. Well, I figure you don't have a web-spot or a schedule manager for your Handmaiden Duties and I could help with that. What do you think?" I was still mulling it over when Rio thrust me back into the flames of Hell.

"Iona, if you could do that for Zane, I'm sure he'd give you a naked full-body oil massage," she teased her fellow freshman. I was sure Iona was blushing furiously down to the soles of her sock covered feet.

"Great; I'll put out my digits and create your calendar, so if you give me your number, I'll get to work," she bubbled. I did as requested and Iona skipped off...through the mob of women waiting outside. I hoped they were waiting for me because if Rio had pissed off that many ladies, she was on her own.

"How did you know that I've been taught massage?" I whispered out of the side of my mouth to Rio.

"You were in Thailand for two years and you are both not too stupid and are really good looking so I figure some back alley lady-boy showed you a thing or two," she answered.

"It was two lady-boys, but I don't think we can go into this right now." I glanced to the crowd.

"Zane, I'm going to miss you when these Christian bitches fuck you to death; you are not a total asshole," Rio sighed as we headed out. I had to figure that was the nicest thing she was ever going to say to me. I stepped out with the certainty that I would be torn apart by well-meaning jackals.

"Come with me," said this imperious voice over the din. A woman (clearly a dominant senior) who had a stunning resemblance to the love child of Angie Harmon and Tyra Banks motioned me forward. Since she had some frightened freshman already lugging around her gear, I was a little uncertain as to what she wanted me for in the fifteen (now ten) minutes between classes.

I trailed after the Super Smoking Hot Chick in the general direction of the Dickens Life Sciences building, mostly watching her ass move underneath that skirt.

"So, do you have a name?" I finally asked. The other freshman stumbled and gasped at my ignorance.





Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 02



"You really are clueless," laughed SSHC. "I'm Christina Buchannan, Senior Class President and Captain of the Soccer and Bible Study Teams. I'm also the granddaughter of Clarence Ingersoll, one of the twenty-five richest men in America. So, do you like watching my ass or are you more of a tit man?"

"That's not really fair," I replied after some consideration. "Your ass is divine but your breasts are so perfect that I really feel the only way to tell is with a hands-on inspection." She stopped, turned, and regarded me with renewed interest.

"You don't lack ambition, M...Zane. Some day we may just have to see about letting you decide which is better," Christina grinned in a decidedly non-Christian schoolgirl way before resuming our journey.

Never one to resist the chance to throw myself into the rapids in pursuit of a woman, I asked her,

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" Of course, this girl is three years older than me and a princess to boot but you never know unless you try.

"You know better than that, Zane," she playfully scolded me. "You have already had that talk with Barbie Lynn so you know about the Purity Pledge we...we girls take when we come here."

I chuckled which earned me a slightly harsher look.

"Sorry. It is... I know this one student here who I can't imagine taking that pledge unless a gun was put to her head," I responded. "Not everything revolves around you, ya know?"

"Touché, Zane," she acknowledged. "You are referring to your roommate. I don't imagine the felon will be keeping to it. Her father is on the board of directors to a sister church in Phoenix but she's been nothing but sinful and shameful."

"Wow," I told her as my humor faded, "you went from beautiful to ugly in a breath-taking fifteen seconds. Have you spoken more than ten words to Rio...ever?"

"Please accept the fact that you are still a young man who has a lot to learn about the world and Our Lord's plan for us in it," Christina said with gravitas. After a few seconds of walking in silence, her poor enslaved freshman huffing along, she added. 

"You have known her how long, Zane?"

"Five hours," I confessed.

"If you weren't about to be tossed out of here I would take offense with your attitude but since we will probably not see each other after today, I choose to find your act of chivalry toward Rio to be quaint," she condescended to say.

"Okay," I responded, "you seem like a nice, intelligent woman so I'm going to allow you to apologize to Rio for calling her a felon when you see her next, or by the end of the week if your paths don't cross, no matter what."

"If I don't," Christina taunted me, "what can you possibly do to me?"

"I'll make you apologize anyway and you'll regret making me force you," I promised her evenly. Christina knew all about the balance – or in this case imbalance– of power; everything appeared to be in her favor. I was an insect and she was right in that I would probably be gone from Freedom Fellowship University after lunch.

At this point it might be good to mention that I was with my parents when they died. Mom was in the lead when a whole rock face separated from the mountain and dragged her down to the valley below. Dad was blown loose, and two of my three pitons snapped. Mom was gone and Dad was badly broken, but he was together enough to know he was about to pull me down to my death with him.

I didn't know what Dad was reaching for and he didn't say anything, but when he started sawing away at his connection to me, I cried out for him to stop. He didn't. I watched him fall while I screamed his name. I spent all night on that mountain wedged under the cliff where I had secured myself using the survival skills my parents had taught me until help arrived.

I was hardly going to let some immature, self-important, rich, religious snob get the better of me. I like to believe I appreciated my parents' lesson of living each moment to its fullest. Rio deserved the chance to live each moment too and not have her past thrown in her face; this place was bad enough just dealing with our present circumstance.

"I'll pick you up here when class lets out," Christina ordered as she dropped me off at Biology.

"Sorry, but I've already been enslaved for the noon hour," I countered.

"That wasn't a request, Mr. Braxton," she stated with a serene gaze. "I'm to take you to the Chancellor's office at noon."

"Am I not trusted to find my way there on my own?" I questioned.

"Mr. Braxton, you are a boy who lied his way into an all-girls Christian college so trusting you doesn't seem to be the wise course of action," she smugly informed me.

"Is it because I have a penis or that this place is a super-nova of female sexual repression?" I asked next. The accompanying freshman pack mule gulped.

"I'll see you in forty-five minutes," Christina informed me as she sauntered off. I gave her vagabond a wink and she winked back. 

Before I got in the room I got a message from Iona; all my free time was booked through nine tonight. Since I was almost late to class there were only four chairs open for me: three in the back and one in the midst of them. I chose to be polite.

My Biology professor was Dr. Burns who looked old enough to have been around during the Scopes Monkey Trial and his thinking was about as conservative. It wasn't cutting edge science. Hell, I could barely see the Scientific Method from our Ivory Tower of Religious Intolerance. The girl to my left kept raising the hemline of her skirt until I verified she was wearing pink French cut panties and that kept me awake through this scholastic nightmare.

Christina was waiting for me when I came out, minus her servant (classes had just been let out so she hadn't snared one yet), but she'd gained three sidekicks who looked upon me with varying degrees of amusement and contempt. The shortest of them, a sexy brunette with a foxy-like face glared at me with ill-disguised hate, over what I had no idea.

"Come on, Zane," Christina said as she handed me her book bag, "time to face judgment."

"Face judgment?" I mused. "Are we really going there? I made an honest mistake and besides, isn't forgiveness of sins the prime Christian virtue?" 

Angry Girl grabbed my arm and yanked but the sad facts of physics and my contrariness kept her from moving me. The girl ground her teeth, on the cusp of rage.

"Zane – come," dictated Christina calmly. "Heaven, release him before he starts crying to the liberal media about physical abuse." Heaven? Seriously, who names their daughter Heaven, I thought, then I remembered where I'm standing. I meekly went to Christina's side when Heaven released me, then we started making our way to the Administration Building.

My phone went off and I checked the message and had to snicker. It was Iona and apparently the girls are starting to use my time as some sort of currency.

"What was that all about?" another sidekick asked. This one was actually friendly. "I'm Chastity," she identified herself.

"Hey, Chastity," I grinned back to her. "That was an enterprising freshman who is keeping track of which lady has requested my Handmaiden services, and now I'm apparently being swapped around."

"You are a whore," snarled Angry Chick Heaven. 

"Listen," I shot back, "this is your crazy tradition, not mine. I'm only doing what my upperclassmen are demanding of me. I'm acting like any other incoming freshman. But I have to admit...I haven't actually read the handbook yet."

"Let it be, Heaven," advised Christina. "This will all be over in thirty minutes and he'll be gone." 

On that note, I turned to the last unnamed senior. "So what's your name, if you would be so kind as to tell me?"

"Faith," she replied cautiously. I kept grinning.

"I swear, if you ladies have a girl named Hope in your close circle of friend we should form an all-girls 80s-style punk rock band. I'll be the manager, constantly clashing with Christina over artistic differences," I rambled on.

"You are kind of a nut," Chastity pointed out.

"I'm on the verge of the shortest college career in history so I admit to being a bit nervous," I confessed, and surprise of surprises, Chastity placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Somehow that made Heaven angrier with me, which I didn't think was possible. 

Before I could delve into the psychoses of Heaven, we arrived at the Chancellor's office. I gave Christina her bag as the girls abandoned me once the secretary ushered me in with a disdainful sniff of her nose.

Inside were six women but I only recognized two: Chancellor Dr. Melrose Bass and Ms. Goodswell, who also happened to be my assigned Spiritual Advisor. 

"Come in and sit down, Mr. Braxton," commanded Dr. Bass. Since the only open chair was directly in front of her desk and flanked by the other chairs (so I'd be doubly flanked), I took my seat.

"As you must now understand, there has been a horrible error," the Chancellor continued. "To rectify this situation you will withdraw from Freedom Fellowship University effective immediately. Your tuition will, of course, be refunded." She slid some papers in front of me.

"I take it everyone knows who I am, ma'am, but who am I in the room with?" I inquired.

"Sign the papers," insisted Dr. Bass.

"Can I think about this?" I inquired.

"No," she answered.

"Are you sure?" I persisted.

"Yes," she snapped angrily.

"Okay, then, I'm not signing," I decided. 

Everyone stirred restlessly.

"You don't have a choice," one of the unnamed women in the room declared. "Security will hand you over to the Sheriff's Department as we remove you if you don't leave sensibly."

"That sounds like a lawsuit," I noted.

"You are mistaken, Mr. Braxton," the Chancellor glared. I noticed the unnamed woman farthest from me looked less than convinced; that made her the college's lawyer.

"Chancellor, I have a deep respect for you and for the school you so expertly shepherd. I'm not out to embarrass this institution." I tried to relate to all of them.

"The problem for you is that at no time in the registration process was I ever asked if I was male," I began my argument. "I entered my first name in as Glenn; your computer system transcribed that over to Glenda. At no time did I attempt to deceive the administration. I also can call forth witnesses from my dorm floor that will testify that I clearly didn't understand this was a woman's institution of higher learning."

"You are being highly disruptive to the school and you've already been in one fight in your first four hours of school," another unnamed member announced.

"Pardon me, but I don't know who you are," I asked the woman.

"Dana Gorman, Head of Security and Dean of Athletics," she snipped.

"Coach Dana, I was not aware that anyone was hurt and since I wasn't supplied my Handbook until yesterday afternoon when I went to my dorm room, I had no idea about the Handmaiden's Duty. I did find my roommate pinned to the ground with three girls sitting on her while she screamed and cried. I pushed/kicked them away and picked her up. I acted with charity and compassion," I put my best spin on the case as possible.

"Dr. Josephine Sergeant, Dean of Sciences," the other unnamed woman introduced herself. "I'm not sure how I can fit you into my program, Mr. Braxton. The corpses Advanced Biology students work on are all female."

"Doctor, I would imagine if I do become a doctor, I will have to work on women from time to time," I countered.

"Mr. Braxton, nothing good can come of your intransience. Sign the papers, take the fall off, and find another school more fitting to your nature and gender," the Chancellor spoke.

"I'll fight," I replied. 

We had a still moment, then Ms. Goodswell cleared her throat.

"Zane, why do you want to stay?"

"Short answer: this school has nine hundred women and one me; what's not to love? Long version: my inheritance is based on me being eighteen and in a college of my Aunt's choosing. It is too late for me to get into another program this year so if I don't fight, I go broke. I have nothing to lose."

"Ms. Lane," the Chancellor addressed her lawyer, "is there any reason we can't escort Mr. Braxton to the gates right now?" The attractive young lawyer brushed a stray strand of her lovely light brown hair before responding.

"There does seem to be a flaw in the administration software. There is no sexual differentiation key. Medical files were submitted as required and they clearly identify him as being male so there was no indication of evasion on his part – we missed it. FFU can expel him if he doesn't leave of his own accord but he definitely has a lawsuit against us."

That gave people food for thought. It took Ms. Goodswell to save the day and I didn't really expect that.

"Mr. Braxton, do you promise us to be an exemplary student if we allow you to stay out the semester?"

"Of course," I promised.

"Well, we can't keep him where he is," insisted Dana, shocked and angry.

"We can keep him in his residence hall but place him in the Solarium. We can fix up something for him by tonight, and we have him cleared to use the fifth floor showers as schedules allow," Ms. Goodswell suggested.

"The place is a mess," Dana grumbled.

"I'll work to make it better as time allows," I volunteered.

"Mr. Braxton, wait outside while we discuss this," commanded the Chancellor. 

I took my cue and left quickly. Christina and clique were sitting patiently waiting for me. She stood and made to leave.

"I was told to wait here," I informed her, which brought the whole troop up short.

"What are we waiting for?" Christina inquired.

"Oh, I have them over a barrel so I insisted they assign one of you to be my bed warmer for the rest of the week. They are debating on which one of you gets the honor," I teased.

"You bastard," spat Heaven, getting in my face. "You are a vomitous piece of filth!"

"Just for that, you are next," I grinned devilishly at her.

"Huh?" she looked far angrier than uncertain, "Next for what?"

"Oh, during the upcoming sex orgy I host, you are 'Next'. See," I sighed dramatically, "I'm not likely to remember your name so when I call out 'Next,' I mean you."

I had a split second to decide whether I'd duck or not. Training was screaming at me to half-step back while bringing up an arm to block but...POW! I staggered back to the wall and slumped halfway down to the floor. Heaven kept coming and kicked me twice in the shin before Chastity and Christina pulled her off me. 

She was still sputtering and growling when the Chancellor's door opened up and Ms. Gorman stepped out and closed it behind her.

"What is going on here?" she hissed.

"There was a misunderstanding," Christina answered.

"Actually, Heaven punched me after I deflected one of her insults," I countered. "Now I have to ponder civil litigation."

"What?" Christina asked cautiously. Heaven was less diplomatic or restrained.

"You provoked me," she accused me.

"Do you know word one about my sexual habits? Could you prove a believable threat to you or someone around you? Baring that, you just committed assault," I informed Heaven.

"You are willing to gamble we would betray Heaven to someone like you?" Faith threatened.

"No," Dana answered for me. "I have little doubt that Mr. Braxton has noted that all classes and administration rooms have cameras." She seemed bitter about her own security procedures. The rest of the girl posse seemed equally unhappy except for...

"Come on," Chastity told me as she offered me a hand up. I took it and quickly was upright once more so that we were chest to chest.

"Please don't do this, Zane," she said evenly. Heaven scoffed.

"Very well, Chastity, because it was you who requested it, but I do ask for one thing in return," I told her.

"Of course he wants something," Heaven snarled sarcastically.

"Actually, all I want is five minutes with Heaven," I explained, and when Heaven rolled her eyes and Chastity looked uncomfortable, I added, "no physical contact at all, only sitting down and talking."

"She'll do it," Christina agreed.

"No!" balked Heaven.

"You'll do it or be expelled and face possible jail time," Ms. Gorman stated.

"No," it was my turn to say. "I was joking; I won't press charges against Heaven."

"She can still be expelled," Dana insisted.

"For what?" I asked. Dana looked at me cautiously. "Hell, we were just fooling around; right ladies?" No one said anything because to speak was to court the sin of falsehoods.

"Yes," said Christina, taking the plunge; the others nodded.

Dana bored me into place with her gaze, weighing her options.

"Keep it down out here," she snapped to the room, "especially you young ladies. I expected better from you four." The implication was that my penis exempted me from mature behavior.

"Thank you," Chastity told me.

"It took the grand total of one word – please," I explained. "I know it must be hard to believe but I'm not a total scumbag."

"Are you still going to make me pay for insulting Rio?" Christina mocked.

"The week isn't over yet," I pointed out. The resulting silence was interesting.

Five minutes later the door opened and the women filed past. The second to last one out was the lawyer, Ms. Lane.

"Mr. Braxton, we will have to get together to discuss some of your unique legal issues and liabilities next week," she informed me.

"I await you at your leisure, Ms. Lane. Whatever you need, I'll do my best to comply," I smiled.

"It will certainly be easier if you are compliant," she smiled back before turning and heading into the hallway, my eyes watching the line on her stockings going from where her skirt's hemline revealed her shapely thighs down her muscular calves to her four-inch heels.

"Temptation comes in many forms," Ms. Goodswell said, interrupting me from the distraction of Ms. Lane's luscious posterior, a look that Ms. Lane caught as she smiled and turned out of sight.

"In my admittedly limited experience, temptation is a result of dissatisfaction with one's circumstances, not a weakness of character," I offered as an explanation.

"As your spiritual counselor, I feel it is my duty to keep you on the straight and narrow," Ms. Goodswell sighed with faux sufferance.

"I don't mean to make things hard for you, Ms. Goodswell," I jibbed.

"Enough sexual innuendo for the moment, Zane; you've been given an opportunity so don't blow it...don't disappoint me," Ms. Goodswell warned me while stabbing me in the chest with a well-manicured cherry gloss fingernail. I gave her a funny look.

"What is it, Mr. Braxton?" she asked.

"Oh, it is the fact that you are attempting the impossible, restoring my faith in organized Christianity..." I answered while fishing for her name.

"Virginia," Ms. Goodswell filled in the void of my unsubtle inquiry. "You ARE going to be trouble," she said, but her smile belied any worry on her part.

"Well, I must get to lunch. I have a deserving Mistress who demands that I spoon-feed her," I told her as I moved to Christina and her cohorts.

"Your room, seven o'clock, Zane. We'll be moving you to your new lodgings then," Virginia instructed. I nodded my acknowledgement then headed off to my late lunch.

As we crossed campus, we remained relatively quiet until we approached the Dining Hall.

"You remain intriguing, Mr. Braxton," Christina allowed.

"I am equally drawn to you, you sanctimonious twat," I bantered back, and the girl posse jerked in response.

"I hope they house you in a deep, dark hole," snapped Heaven.

"I hope they do too," I beamed at Heaven, "and I hope you have the only key."

"Why is that?" asked Chastity.

"I'd let him starve to death," Heaven grinned viciously. I kept my eyes on Heaven.

"Well, if Heaven had the key, she could come down and torture me whenever she wanted," I explained, and when Heaven licked her lips in anticipation, I added, "and she'd look so fetching in nothing but thin strips of black leather, high heels, and a whip in her hand as she scourged the sin out of me again and again...." I licked my lips sensually at Heaven, "and again."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 02



Now all movement stopped; even the normally homicidal Heaven was caught up in the imagery (which she liked) and the other girls were wrapping their minds around the implications of either me on my knees, Heaven in leather, or us together.

"You have a very sinful mind," accused Faith.

"I have never denied that," I responded. "I'm a flawed creature in need of redemption – I admit that. Thankfully, I've chosen a religion based on forgiveness and second chances, then, eh?" 

Any further comments were interrupted by a girl running into me – more like almost running over me.

"Zane! They didn't transsubstantiate you into communion wafers," Rio squealed, showing more womanly affection than I would have given her credit for.

Rio didn't do a great job of being 'surprised' when she noticed the girls around me. Heaven glared at Rio and I tried to shift myself between them but Christina intervened before anything happened.

"Felon, I am in need of a stool to sit on; I'm tired," Christina said. As she used the word 'felon,' she smirked at me. Rio flinched too.

"Wouldn't you rather have me lie on my back so you can sit on my face so I can get you off? That way we could both eat lunch," Rio sneered back. Christina didn't bite.

"Make a seat, little felon," Christina smiled. I had a sudden desire to miss lunch.

"I've got this, Zane," Rio told me as she touched my upper arm and pushed me toward the door.

As I grudgingly walked away, I saw Rio get down on all fours on the grass and Christina take her seat. The best thing I could say about the situation was that Queen Christina didn't bounce up and down. 

Before I could come up with some rescue strategy, Iona corralled me and led me to the Handmaiden Mistress of the moment; Dove.

Dove's food had grown cold and Iona had kept assuring her I was on my way so I set to my latest exercise in humility. Dove expected me to sit with her. I brushed her shoulder-length auburn hair aside and fed her mouthful after mouthful, using a napkin to tantalize her lips after every few bites, which Dove found enticing and the surrounding tables found romantic. I was getting the feeling that the girls were looking at this whole Handmaiden thing differently than I was.

At three o'clock I made it to Soccer tryouts, forgetting one little gigantic complication – this was Christina's team. She and the coach decided that since they couldn't outright deny me the chance for a place on the team, they could make me target practice (aka goalie). I blocked eleven shots from established members of the team (they have Soccer/Football in Thailand) but number twelve got past me – I was off the team.

At four came Archery tryouts and I was starting to feel the weight of being the true outsider here, and it got worse when I saw our Team Captain was Chastity Adams, aka Chastity of Team Christina. I turned to put my equipment up when Chastity called me over.

"What are you doing, Zane?"

"I've just finished having Christina use me as a crash test dummy," I admitted. "I figured I'd save us both some time so that you could concentrate your efforts on people who might actually have a chance to be on the team."

"Zane, why don't you think I'd give you a chance?" Chastity asked quietly.

"Will you give me a chance?" I wondered.

"Not if you quit right now," she pointed out. 

So, I gave it a shot and I leaned that I sucked at archery, but clearly not as bad as most of the other girls so Chastity tapped me as a competitive alternate, which meant I was to carry equipment and practice a lot – the newbie.

"Why did you do this, let me on the team?" I inquired after the team announcements.

"You aren't half bad," she explained, then smiled and pointed out, "plus you will distract the other all-female teams."

"Thanks for the chance, Chastity," I said as I shook her hand.

"You are good-looking and funny, Zane, and the other girls will work harder so they can stick around you," she responded while looking at me intently. "Now go, you have another team to try out for." Sometimes I needed to be reminded that there are things a twenty-one-year-old could teach an eighteen-year-old.

I barely made it to Karate tryouts (Marksmanship and Orientation were on Tuesdays and Thursdays). I didn't recognize our Team Leader but our coach was Dana Gorman, Head of Security. She eyed me with suspicion but it was nothing compared to the looks I got from the Team Sub-captain. I thought I recognized the face but I definitely recognized her ass and the hair weave – I'd put a foot in it when I kicked her off Rio – yeah me!

I told them I knew some kick-boxing but Dana was not impressed so I was placed with the beginners group, which I proceeded to dominate utterly. Ten minutes of that and the Team Captain Wilhelmina Spellman put me in the second tier, where I went undefeated in our little sparing matches yet again. 

Willie wanted to put me on the first team but the girl whose ass I'd kicked vocally opposed her on it. Willie relented but only partially. After class, the sub-captain would judge my performance and get the final say if I was first-team material. I figured if I ripped out her still-beating heart and showed it to her, I had a fifty-fifty chance of making the squad.

We squared off after the last girl left – the sub-Captain didn't want any witnesses. She was more skilled and had more emotional investment but I'd actually been in some real fights and was faster and stronger. As far as matches went, it was pretty intense. We went back and forth with no real advantage until she threw me by grabbing and tearing off my gi.

Before she could capitalize I got in a kick to her gut and when she unfolded, I head-butted her, causing her nose to bleed. I pulled up and she rubbed her nose and looked at the blood.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry. Let me go get someone," I urged.

"You hurt me," she muttered. "Lord Jesus Christ, you hurt me," she said angrily as I stepped forward. I was so overwhelmed with human compassion I didn't see the kick coming.

I was dreaming of running errands to a close village which was something I got away with from time to time. It was a pleasant day if a little cold for daytime in the Thai uplands. The young widow I spent some time with was attending me and I was clearly lying back and enjoying some of our intimate foreplay. Her mouth felt warm and comforting on my little helmet, her tongue didn't twirl like it normally did...but I wasn't in Thailand anymore either.

My jaw hurt but that was far less relevant than the pressure of the body I was feeling on my thighs, the warm, wet sensation around my cock, and the feel of hands on my shaft and stomach. I propped myself up and looked down at my crotch were our sub-captain looked up at me while keeping her bobbing rhythm going.

"Stop," I ordered her. She reluctantly agreed, her eyes warring with anger, shame, and lust. I imagine she was wondering about what kind of academic hell I was about to bring down on her or if she could get away with crying rape as she pushed herself back and rested on her haunches.

"Take off your clothes," I ordered next. That command staggered her but my gaze fixed her in place.

"What are you going to do to me?" she said with a shaky voice.

"I'm going to reciprocate what you've been doing to me. You gave me a great lesson and I want to return the favor – now strip." She thought about it a moment, then did a quick striptease which brought me to my knees.

"What's your name?" I inquired as she finished.

"Cappadocia Davis," she murmured as she met me at knee level. I started kissing her, drifting into chest contact and letting our hands roam free for several minutes. Cappy had a very passive-aggressive style and often mirrored what I did, all the signals of a confident virgin.

Getting us down head to crotch took little effort as Cappy went back to administering her blowjob and I started working over her own sexual center. She only asked me to hurry once when I was spending time getting to know her thighs with delicate kisses. Though it was a bit rough, Cappadocia worked me furiously with strong hands, plump lips, and a fighter's stamina. On my end, I did all I could. I mapped out the pleasure lines along her thighs, across the groin, and farther along the stomach and sides, passing the breasts to the throat, ears and lips. Cappadocia expected a quick fuck and an equally quick departure. As it was, we missed dinner and I would almost be late for my room meeting.

Before then, I explored Cappy fully. I kissed every ebony inch of her, from kneecap to navel; I took gentle tongue strokes to her lips, vagina, and especially the clit while not forgetting a little tantalization of her ass which drove her over the top to an orgasm by itself. Cappy was good enough to take my seed not once, but twice, though the first time she took most of it on her face.

I sat there with two fingers stretching her lips apart while my tongue languidly worked on her labia and clitoris. I tickled the clit, sucking it with my lips, then blowing on it coolly. She learned how to swirl with her tongue once my cock was inside her mouth for a stronger sensation. Cappadocia liked a contest and we had the best of kinds; neither side won and a rematch was in order – definitely.

"Cappadocia," I began as I was getting my outdoor clothes on, "I don't think I'm ready for first team yet."

"Neither do I," she responded after a few moments of thought.

"I'd like to keep training for it, though. I'm not going to give up trying, no matter how many private sessions it takes."

"I have to agree, Zane. You are not yet ready and it is going to take a whole lot of private lessons to get you into 'first team' shape," she nodded. I left with a sore jaw but thinking good thoughts. I'd made two teams and had a shot at two others, as long as no one shot me or sent me to get lost in the wilds with a false map.

The Solarium (Why am I Living in a Glass House?)

I raced across campus to my dorm only to discover a sad looking girl in a short terry cloth robe sitting on the outside steps with a half-full trash bag. She perked up when she saw me.

"Zane," she hailed me, "I want you to take out my trash." Okay, that seemed kind of lame to me because the dumpster was thirty feet away so I had to think quickly.

"Ummm..." I looked her over.

"Jolene," she provided.

"Jolene, this doesn't seem quite fair," I pointed out, and I watched her deflate before me. "See," I said as I took her bag of trash and headed for the dumpster, her tagging along, "maybe I should come by your place tonight around nine thirty and clean up your room for you. Does that sound like a more appropriate Handmaiden's duty?" The little lights went off in her eyes.

"Yes," she bobbed her head. "Yes, it sounds...amazing." Without telling me her room number, she skipped off through the doors and went off to do God knows what. I went looking for Iona who, as I guessed, hooked me up with the girl's location. Gliding into my room after that was less satisfying.

"You are late, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Goodswell informed me.

"Handmaiden's Duty," I countered.

"We've moved all your furniture to the Solarium on the top floor," Dana rumbled. Solarium – top floor. Wasn't I on the top floor already? What was I getting into? That wasn't the most important thing at the moment, though.

Rio sat on her bed, knees up, hugging a pillow and looking decidedly unhappy at the world. I turned to the two teachers and asked them for a minute with my old roomie. Dana grumbled but Virginia made her give us the space.

"What's up, Rio?" I asked as I sat down at the foot of the bed. I knew what was wrong; I was abandoning her and I was not the first guy to do so. The only problem was, I wasn't those other guys.

"Nothing's up, asshole," she shot back. "I'm looking forward to not having you snore all night long. Plus, I'll be able to shower whenever I want," she sniffled.

"Oh, well, dealing with you has been a total pain in my ass too, Rio. It will be a relief to not have to wake up looking at you, your tattoos and all those body piercings," I stated evenly.

"Hey, I don't have any piercings anymore," she pouted, hurt by the comment and its accuracy.

"Well, I don't believe you, Rio. Sometime you will have to come up to the Solarium and show me just how wrong I am. I'll leave out a sleeping bag in case your city-bred ass gets lost and you can't figure out how to get back down after dark," I joked.

"Zane, if they find you sleeping with a girl, you'll get expelled," Rio whispered.

"Thank God you are not a girl, then, ya freak," I grinned so she hit me with her pillow. Rio was sneering at me playfully as I left; we were still friends. 

Outside my room, I'd picked up an old friend, Barbie Lynn Masters, and with Virginia, Dana, and Iona, we trekked to the fifth floor, then up to the roof.

Now, when they were designing this kind of dorm in the 1970s, the architect was on a 'Retro Victorian' kick. He envisioned a safe green haven for the girls to go to where they would be free to partake of nature's bounty without risking pesky urban menaces like rapists, thieves, and murderers.

The Christian Elders liked the design so much, they transplanted it to the Virginia countryside. Of course, there aren't a lot of muggers in rural areas so the roof escapes weren't totally necessary or welcome by the student body and when the school built its twelve-foot-tall brick wall with security cameras around the entire facility, the need evaporated. Soon, all the Solariums were abandoned, the plants died, and not all the window panes were replaced.

It was a pretty freaking miserable place at first glance and there was some suspicion that this was an indirect way to drive me out. But they clearly had avoided the Developing World and my long experience in it when thinking this through. I loved it. I had roughly eighty percent of the dorm building's floor space to play with. It would be a lot of work to fix it but I had been accidentally supplied with a ready and willing work force.

Thank you, freshmen and Handmaiden's Duty, because amongst its other virtues, the Solarium was my room, and a freshman in a dorm room was immune to being summoned for Handmaiden Duty while in any such room unless required by a duty to go there. All I had to do was have Iona get the word out to our fellow freshman that my room was sanctuary and I was set.

All that was tomorrow; tonight, I had a cold room with squirrels, maybe a raccoon or two, birds, spiders, roaches, and an assortment of other pests, plus my bed, dresser, and a wardrobe from the drama department. I had also secured the choice time of five forty-five to six as my bathroom time in the morning, and ten to ten-fifteen in the evening. How I would actually piss during the day was swept under the rug. Ms. Goodswell suggested I get a hall pass during class periods for safety's sake. College...hall pass...Did they think I should make up for missing high school?

It was lights out in my domicile. The moon was waning and the sky was clear when I heard someone working the lock to my door at the bottom of the stairs. Five people had keys: I was one, Dana Gorman was another, Virginia Goodswell, and Chancellor Bass were two others, but none of them, I suspected. I spotted the faint moonlight playing across golden locks as my intruder drew close.

"Hey," Barbie Lynn whispered as she came to a stop by my bed. "I thought you might get cold so I brought you a quilt from storage."

"You are a life-saver, Barbie; I'm freezing in here. Why don't you put the quilt over me and climb in so it will warm up here faster and we can both get to sleep sooner," I responded softly. It was a weak lie but it was really all Barbie needed; it was late summer in Virginia, after all.

She spread out the quilt and started to get in.

"Wait, you'll get your skirt wrinkled," I cautioned her before she sat down. She nodded and stripped out of it, then completed the process by stripping off her shirt (no bra), socks, and shoes. As she snuggled up against me, she realized I was naked.

"Oh, that doesn't seem fair," Barbie giggled, so she wiggled around under the covers and tossed out her undies. "That's better." I pulled her into my arms and I caught her stealing glances up at me as she pressed her hands against my chest.

"We have all night," I assured her, and that earned me a kiss. "Oh, and I have your missing panties in my book bag, courtesy of Rio."

I returned her kiss and soon we were wrapped around one another, engrossed in one another's erogenous zones (ear lobes, nipples, lips, and throats) as well as tempting fate with a little penal/vaginal contact. 

After she wrestled me against the headboard and took my member deep into her mouth we had a little session of 'try doing this and watch him squirm' until I finally lost control and erupted several times into her mouth.

"Mmmm..." Barbie Lynn murmured as she rolled some semen over her tongue, eyes lighting up as I smiled at her talent. "Jesus bless me, you taste nearly as good as you look. I want more!"

"Next time we can swap cum," I suggested to her. Barbie wrinkled her nose.

"Doesn't that make you a homo?" she questioned. I forgave her ignorance due to cuteness.

"You've tasted your juices on my lips but you are not a lesbian," I pointed out. After a moment she nodded so I continued with, "all I want to do is taste it on your tongue, not someone else's on my tongue." Telling her I'd given more than one blowjob didn't appear to be helpful at this time; I'm decidedly not heterosexual.

"Oh...you're pretty smart for someone so young," she smiled seductively. I cupped her face in one hand.

"I may be young and smart, but you are far more beautiful – breathtakingly beautiful – than me and one heck of a teacher because you keep me wanting to learn more," I heartily complimented her.

I must have struck a chord because Barbie Lynn glowed from the inside out and virtually poured like tanned molten gold into my lap.

"Fuck me," she begged with sensual need.

"What about your Pledge?" I questioned.

"Fuck my ass," she moaned, "it's not really cheating." Yeah, right.

"Okay, Barbie Lynn, but teaching you to like it isn't easy. I'm going to have to break you in all night long," I warned her, but all I got was a violent trembling of anticipation which caused her to make my lap damp and my cock rebound to duty.

We kissed deeply and with longing for over a minute, Barbie rocking in my lap, her labia brushing my cockhead.

"Is it going to hurt?" she panted into my lips.

"Yes. The first time you are going to scream, but I promise you I'll show you how good it can be," I assured her. She gulped in fear but smiled with wanton lust in her eyes.

I played with her pussy and my cock, doing tiny penetrations until Barbie lost it in a screaming, ear-splitting orgasm, "God loves me, God loves me, God Loves ME!!!!" She followed that up by collapsing against me and burying my face in her ample bosom. I couldn't help myself; I took an overly sensitive nipple into my lips.

"Oh, oh, oh, baby...that hurts; that hur-..." she whispered hoarsely until I relented. That didn't stop her from hugging me tightly to her chest though.

"Barbie Lynn, go over to my kit and get the Vaseline," I ordered her after a bit.

"Why do I have to do it?" she teased me.

"I love to watch your ass wiggle when you leave and the way your bare breasts bounce when you come back," I confessed. Once more she came on with this deep kiss and a winning smile, then she did as I asked and the view was definitely as delicious as I'd hoped. 

She quickly resumed her position over me, shimmying to the point I was afraid I'd actually press my cock too far into her vagina.

Barbie was biting her lip while we played with her virginal fire; I knew I had to do something and that was to pop the top of the lubricant and rub two fingers deep into her back door.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 02



"Here we go," I cautioned her, "I'll be slow and gentle. We are taking our time so don't worry about tensing up – I'll deal." She gave me a nod, then went back to tempting fate.

I was finding more and more to lust over with Barbie. When my right index finger brushed her pink star, she didn't flinch one bit. She kept her rotation going and I slipped in a finger without much protest or resistance. I let this finger slip in and out for a minute, sinking in deeper every few thrusts. To distract her, I moved my left hand between us and slipped two fingers into her pussy.

That, along with the touch of my penis, got her off. Barbie bounced harder so I was forced to put a third finger in the way of my cock penetrating her, plus I pressed the knuckle of my thumb against her clit. For a second Barbie Lynn seemed at a loss of what to do, but one look at my parted lips, panting from the excitement, convinced her to feed one magnificent nipple into my mouth while she played with the other one before my eyes.

She teased me so I stuck a second finger up her ass. Barbie bucked and moaned but if she was in any pain, she hid it well.

"Do you want to know something?" she struggled to say, hovering over me. I nodded. "It took a grand total of seven minutes for the last two boys I was with to cum all over my tits. I don't know how long we've been going at it but Lord Almighty, I'm so happy I was given this dorm. This is going to be the best year ever."

"I'm working on it," I gasped as I twitched and pushed my fingers around. "I'm glad you are my Dorm Mother."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh...the other girls are so jealous that I have you," she panted. "They wanted to know what it would take to steal you away."

"I hope you understand that I want to stay here with you," I groaned. 

Barbie Lynn stopped moving for a moment, accepting me and my honest desire.

"Put it in," she begged.

"It will hurt," I assured her.

"I don't care," she looked at me hungrily. I pulled my hand out of her cunt and rolled her to my side while still keeping my other fingers pumping in her ass. 

Maneuvering around so that I had her head on my pillow and ass sticking up took some thought. I pushed a third finger in quickly. Barbie gasped audibly, pulled away instinctively, then caught herself and pushed back against my hand. She whimpered and choked back a sob. I withdrew my fingers and covered my cock with some hastily scooped glob of Vaseline.

Barbie looked back to me in quivering anticipation. Before she spoke I lined my cock up with her anus and started pushing. Barbie Lynn shut her eyes, bit her lower lip and smiled lustfully.

"Oh!" she groaned, as I slipped past her anal ring. I knew enough to hesitate before the next push, then the next.

"Please," she whimpered. I stopped moving. "Please give me all of it," she completed. "Don't hold back." I pushed harder not waiting for her to adjust.

"Aaahhh!" she cried out. I stopped and she responded with a, "No, no, no, Zane...please don't stop."

"I don't want to hurt you," I groaned.

"It hurts a lot but I like that you are the one doing it to me. Please, I want you inside of me, all the way in," she whimpered. I pushed all the way in steadily until my crotch pushed her scrumptious ass cheeks apart. As I rested for a moment, I felt Barbie Lynn's fingers reach between her legs and start to massage my balls.

I pulled back while she moaned loudly, her cries echoing throughout the massive glass covered chamber. Despite the low lamplight around my bed, I realized now that we could be seen from the solariums on the roofs of the other dorms. There wasn't much I could, or would, do about that now.

I started a slowly intensifying pace in and out of Barbie's ass and she met me with the thrust of her hips and a sensual moaning from her throat. I could tell she was pushing one set of fingers into her snatch while the other worked over her clit. Once we were in total symmetry I slapped her playfully on one ass cheek.

"Oh, God...Zane, do it again. I've been bad," was Barbie's lusty declaration. I smacked down across the other cheek. "Harder, Zane, I've been really bad." Another spank and, "I've been much worse than that," she panted. SMACK! and a yelp. "That's it!" she gasped. I kept up the spanking and each blow made her anal muscles contract, virtually grabbing and twisting my cock inside her.

"Aaahhh...Jesus Loves Meeeeeee!!!!" Barbie Lynn squealed as her strongest orgasm to date overwhelmed her and then me. I'd never felt that kind of empathy with another lover like I was feeling with this blonde enchantress. Barbie bucked up against me, slamming her ass against my crotch with painful ferocity as my seed plunged into the depths of her bowels.

Barbie Lynn, now virtually sitting in my lap, crested orgasm after orgasm as the heat of each burst of my semen burned new pathways of ecstasy inside her rectum.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh," she stammered as her fluids flowed down our legs in a slow steady stream. "Please, Zane ..."

"Yes?" I panted.

"Promise me...promise me we'll do this again," she gasped as she now pressed her sweat-slick back against my upper body.

"Again," I thrust into her, "and again, and again," I promised. Barbie Lynn put one hand around to the back of my neck and the other, leaning forward.

She drew me into her and we slowly arched forward until the weight of our bodies tumbled us to the bed. Barbie's outstretched arm touched the mattress first and absorbed most of our momentum. Still, I ended up pressing on her and I soon propped myself up so my weight wouldn't suffocate her.

As I stationed myself there, panting along with her from our mutual exhaustion, Barbie rolled over so that we were once more face to face. She had this beatific happiness about her that I doubt I'll ever forget.

"I...I was afraid I'd regret this...and you," she grinned lazily.

"Do you?" I questioned.

"Yes. I regret I didn't take you back to my room and do this yesterday. I regret that we have to go to early classes tomorrow. I regret having to share you with nine hundred other women. And I regret you weren't here with me two years ago," she murmured heartily.

"I'm going to sit here and bask in my over-stuffed sense of accomplishment," I faux-gloated. "You do a guy's ego good."

"Speaking of over-stuffed...can I please, please have one more...please?" she begged playfully.

"You are my Dorm Mother and I really should try to keep you happy, so..." I related with feigned reluctance.

"That's right," she giggled, "you really need to keep me happy. Please show me how you plan to do that."

After another serious exploration of our sexuality, Barbie Lynn curled up against my chest, making this deep cat-like rumbling noise.

"Do you always talk to Christina over breakfast?" I inquired.

"Yes, I always do. If she asks about you...I...I'm going to tell her the truth," she answered. I didn't ask what that would be so she did. "Aren't you worried about what I will say?"

"No. I trust you, Barbie. You'll tell her what you need to tell her; truth, lie, or evasion, it is all your business, not mine," I explained.

"Well, I'm going to tell her in every minute detail what you did with, to, and for me tonight, and I promise you she's going to race back and change her panties," she sighed happily.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 03



*Birds are made beautiful by their plumage but divine by their flight*

(Once more, thank you frontma for editing)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

Sharing Umbrellas

Tuesday: My schedule which the Chancellor had been set in stone, had me in sole custody of the fifth-floor bathroom from five forty-five until six, so I was grateful that only six girls were waiting for me when I arrived. At some level I was sure they expected me to say something and I was pretty sure they hadn't really articulated what they wanted. I said nothing and edged past them.

The bravest one, Opal, followed quickly after me, though I had that special moment of taking off my robe in front of her as I readied for my shower. Somehow the blood of Homer's Amazons had entered this school's student body because Opal met my bluff with her buff (body) and crawled under her own water stream once the water was steamy.

As I started washing my hair, I caught sight of another girl moving in on my far side. I did my best to remain nonchalant and managed to get my hair clean before they made their move.

"Zane," Opal asked innocently, "would you wash my back?" I smiled, nodded, and took the bottle of liquid soap from her hands.

I poured some into my palms before placing the bottle on the closest shelf. I started rubbing it onto her shoulders and down her back. The placement of our bodies was complicated by my emergent erection. I worked my way down her back until I touched, then parted and cupped, her ass. I pressed my body against her back with my penis taking a few moments decide on whether it would go up, in, or in between. Finally it slipped up until my cock rested warmly on her back.

Opal was totally overtaken by events and simply stood there as I slowly rubbed my body up and down against her back. She looked over her shoulder speculatively as I reached past her for more liquid soap and poured some into my hand. Bottle put aside, I shared the soap with the off-hand before starting to rub down the front of her shoulders.

"Put your hands behind your back," I whispered into Opal's ear. She was initially hesitant, then started putting them behind her back where she brushed against my cock, and again before she wrapped her hands around it and began slowly stroking it with a soapy grip. While she was working on my morning wood I made slow circles down to her breasts.

Her nipples came alive under my fingertips. I first coaxed them, then plucked them, and finally pinched them tightly as I handled the rest of her breasts roughly. Opal began panting, moaning, and undulating her whole body against mine. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her on the crux of her jaw and neck.

"Ooohhh...Ooohhh...Ooohhh..." Opal began to gasp. I felt her body start to tremble under my touch so I hunted for that most sensitive place with my tongue and bit into that spot on her neck sharply. Opal slammed hard into me, bouncing up and down on her toes like some sudsy, hot vibrator against my penis...if only I had the time.

"Aaahhh..." she sobbed in joy. Even after the orgasm settled, Opal kept gyrating against me.

"This wasn't what I had in mind," Opal moaned. Whoops!

"My apology," I told her, and started separating from her, but she held firm.

"Oh, no, you don't. Maybe you misunderstood me. This was more...much more than I expected. I'm glad you are superior to your hype. Can we do this tomorrow morning?"

"Hmmm...how about we see what comes up then?" I evaded. As I backed away, the girl on the other side held out her soap bottle expectantly. "Sorry, but I need to get out of here before girls...other girls show up," I explained to her.

"Brigit; my name is Brigit," she filled me in. "Can we do...that...tomorrow?" By 'that,' I assume she meant my version of the soapy body rub.

"Okay," I said, "how about calling Iona and figuring out how you ladies want to handle my shower visits...though I would like to point out the Administration believes I'm in here alone."

"Do you want us to stay away?" Opal asked cautiously.

"Opal, Brigit, I would rather go through life minus one testicle than miss spending time with any of you ladies but I don't want anyone unwittingly getting into trouble because of me," I answered.

"Since you need to be going," Opal teased, "let me help."

"I'll help too," Brigit insisted. 

I'm going to be a while deciding exactly how I rate being shaved by one girl while getting a blowjob from another at the same time.

My facial expression caused Rio to laugh at me as I came back down to answer the door. It was around six thirty and I had only recently gotten back and put my school uniform on.

"Either you've been hit by the world's softest two by four or you've already had sex at least once this morning," she chuckled.

"Hey, Rio, Iona – come on in. It isn't like I could stop you," I joked.

"So, did you take her temperature, kick up her heels, or give her an attitude adjustment?" Rio teased as we headed up. Iona looked confused and expected me to be either equally confused or give her an explanation. I was confused, which made Rio laugh louder.

"Taking her temperature equals blowjob; kicking up the heels is straight-up fucking, and attitude adjustment is anal sex...jeesh, people," Rio berated us. Once we came to my island of civilization in the wilderness of the Solarium, Iona looked around curiously; this may have been the first men's bedroom she'd ever seen. Rio walked over to my bed, was about to plop down in it, then studied it for a second and gawked at me.

"Damn, Zane, what happened last night? How many girls did you have up here?" she grinned maniacally. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"One," I admitted. "How did you know?"

"Peach lip gloss and teeth marks on the pillow...several sets, so, You Go Boy!" she explained. 

"Plus, your bed smells of Vaseline, baby oil, sweat, Secret deodorant, and a good deal of fuck juice – the female variety. Then there is the matter of..." she drew forth a long blonde hair..."you not being blonde."

"This was not on the list!" squawked Iona. "Lip gloss...teeth marks?"

"That means he fucked her ass long and hard, Iona," Rio explained to her far less experienced classmate, "and she came back for more...and more."

Iona stole a look my way, hoping I'd deny everything, but I made eye contact with her and nodded. She looked disappointed in me, which oddly made me feel bad inside.

"Snap out of it, Iona," Rio snorted. Iona still looked hurt. "What is more likely, Zane went trolling the lower levels for a girl to sex up, or a girl snuck up here and jumped him in his bed?"

"Oh," Iona gasped, now more pleased. Apparently, me being nearly raped in my own bed was okay with her. From my point of view, I can try to understand women or I can appreciate them for what they willingly offer me. If a woman wants me to treat her like a Sphinx, I'll leap at the challenge. One day I'm sure I'll find a woman not worth this kind of effort but I'm not there yet.

I had finished getting dressed and was making toward the stairs when the door at the bottom opened and Barbie Lynn came bounding up. She took in my two companions without missing her stride before bouncing up to me.

"Hey, Zane," she purred. "I wanted to make sure you hadn't overslept."

"Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but I slept great last night. Waking up feeling that good is always a pleasure. How did you sleep?" I responded.

"I tossed and turned," she pouted. "I was missing something I couldn't put my hands on. If I can't figure out what that is I'll be up pacing the halls well past midnight tonight."

Rio stepped behind Barbie and made a gagging motion.

"So, Barbie Lynn," Rio requested, "do you have any lip gloss I could use?" Barbie turned around and pulled a micro-jar that she handed to Rio.

"Mmmm...peach flavored," Rio revealed vindictively. At some point I am sure Rio will show restraint; my challenge now is living long enough to see it. 

Rio spanked Barbie Lynn hard on the ass and the Dorm Mother yelped in surprise and pain.

"Ow," gasped Barbie Lynn, glaring at Rio. I moved an arm around Barbie and pulled her close, a gesture she comfortably molded into.

"I'm sorry," Rio snickered, "but you have such a wonderful posterior BLT, I know it is a sin if no one appreciates it."

"BLT?" I cautioned Rio, and by that I intoned that the next spanking was likely going to be administered to her by me.

"Barbie Lynn Tease," Rio grinned, daring me to step up. As I handed my book bag to Iona, Rio squealed in delight and raced down the stairs. I was right behind her and I would have undoubtedly caught and punished her on the fifth floor if not for one thing.

"Zane, I'm here for your breakfast duty," a sophomore I was to learn was named Emanuela commanded – Handmaiden's Duty. Technically she should wait until I was outside, but...eh. They nailed Rio seconds before she could turn and gloat at me.

"Front or back?" I politely requested of Emanuela, who was thankfully on my schedule.

"Front or back?" she wondered.

"Do you want me to carry you like this?" I asked, as I swept her up in my arms. She was light enough, including book bag, for me to make it to the Dining Hall without too much effort.

"What is back?" she gasped.

"Piggyback," I explained.

"Oh. I like this way much better," she informed me. I started making my way through the crowd when I caught sight of Barbie Lynn and Iona coming down the stairs. Seeing my situation, Barbie put an arm around Iona and whispered something to her. Iona was already carrying my books and I had the feeling that Barbie knew I liked Iona so she was going to look after the small freshman for me.

Breakfast came and went and I found myself cornered and 'forced' to escort another girl to Assembly. She asked me if I'd prefer being covered with whipped cream or honey. I reminded her that whipped cream was cold but honey left a sticky residue – I suggested trying icing. At Assembly, the heavens broke and a hard rain set in as we got ready to disperse.

The problem came when it was realized that many girls hadn't packed an umbrella. The answer for most was to take an umbrella from a freshman, which I found unsatisfactory. I had a sudden burst of insight as the first freshmen girls paled at the thought of being soaked through to the bone. I grabbed Iona and then made a beeline for Christina.

None of what followed would have been possible without the understanding of a girl I didn't know, Pandora Jaspers. Her plan was for me to take my umbrella and cover us both as we went to class, but when I told her 'I have a plan,' she nodded and went along for the ride. Certainly we were a strange group that approached Christina Buchanan.

"Yes?" questioned Christina with her bemused expression as I came to a halt before her and her court. Chastity smiled, Heaven seethed, Faith looked uncertain, and the fifth girl was a cipher.

"I think I can do something about this rain," I said urgently. Christina didn't laugh but I had a feeling Pandora wanted to strangle me.

"Go on," Christina commanded.

"We make a covered walkway of umbrellas, held by freshmen, to protect everyone going to the various halls," I explained. Iona didn't need to be prodded, working on phone to figure out the diameter of each umbrella and the length of each walkway. She'd be the final arbiter of 'it could be done' in the same way Christina was the mistress of 'it will be done.'

Christina hardly missed a beat.

"Faith, you and..." she looked to Pandora.

"Pandora," the sophomore provided eagerly.

"...Pandora go to the East door and get the plan rolling. Heaven and Hope, take the West door. Zane, you, Chastity, and Iona are going with me to the South."

In the back of my mind was the fact that I had to humble Christina. Had she been overly arrogant, stupid, or indecisive, I might have worried less, but I took comfort in the saying that a man is known by the quality of his enemies. You couldn't get much higher quality than Christina. 

I almost missed the "Hey Zane" the fifth and highly captivatingly and exotic girl of Korean ancestry said to me as she headed off with Heaven.

"That is Hope," Chastity explained, as we headed the other way.

"She seems friendly enough. Does she like me?" I said, fishing for information.

"If you mean does she want to punish you for challenging Christina then the answer is yes. If you mean is she angling for a way to relive everything you did with Barbie Lynn last night, then the answer to that is yes as well," Chastity grinned. "If you are asking if she is even more turned on by this latest little stunt of yours, then I think she shares that reaction with the rest of Christina's merry little band."

"Amen," Iona mumbled.

"What was that?" I asked Iona.

"Nothing, Zane. I've run the figures and we are only going to be able to cover one path out of each door," Iona responded by redirecting the conversation.

"Chastity, call Hope and tell her she'll open a path to Mesmer first, then Clegger. I'll call Faith," Christina directed. At this point, as freshmen, Iona and I pretty much had zero pull so we served best by staying out of the way. Once the orders began disseminating, I realized my part in events was over so I stashed Iona's mildly protesting form behind Christina and took my place in the freshman umbrella line; Iona was working her ass off for me, the least I could do was keep her high and dry.

We were somewhat wet and late for class but the freshmen class had done something as a group, giving us the vaguest sense of an identity. While getting lunch, Iona stormed up to me and nearly wept over the fact that I was getting almost no credit for the morning's event; it was all going to Christina. I told her to not worry about it, I did it for my fellow first years so what did I care.

I managed to get a quick lunch before applying a shoulder/back massage to a sophomore who'd traded three hours using her car for this, so I tried to make it worth her while. While slipping her out of her bra at the table was tricky, holding a conversation with Ms. Goodswell while kneading both my client's breasts until the girl was biting her fist, stifling her moans, and squirming all over the chair in anticipation of what couldn't happen next was the real accomplishment.

I was pretty sure I was golden until I stepped out of Calculus for Dummies and received Ms. Goodswell's text telling me to come to her office. I gave my Mistress of the Moment the option of coming with me or figure out with Iona when we could meet again. It was a testament to my obscure magnetism that she followed me so we passed the time with me reciting Thai love poetry to her, some of which was actually safe to translate into English.

"Ms. Goodswell?" I said as I lightly tapped on her door and stepped in. Sabrina, my Mistress, patiently waited outside. She had told me that no guy had ever read poetry to her before, which I found utterly tragic.

"Shut the door, Zane," Virginia ordered me in her sugary Southern drawl.

"What am I going to do with you?" she sighed heavily when the door shut. "All we wanted you to do is behave and keep your head down. Stapling a permanent smile to your Dorm Mother's face and organizing the freshmen into an independent action was not what we meant."

"To the first point...I have no excuse but she's still a virgin, I swear. I won't apologize for the second thing. Besides, anyone you ask will tell you it was Christina's idea," I countered.

"Zane, do I need to worry about you further deflowering my girls?" Ms. Goodswell sounded exasperated. 

"Yes," I truthfully responded. "I am definitely temptation, but I promise you I won't try to seduce anyone, if that helps?"

"It pleases the Lord for our young ladies to remain pure," Virginia stated. "It is one of the cornerstone principles of this school."

"If you say so," I sighed.

"You don't believe in the purity of the body and the sanctity of the marriage bed?" she pressed.

"Ms. Goodswell, I'll vocalize the party line if that is what makes you happy. If you honestly want me to believe, give me a reason that goes beyond something some old, bitter, single, virgin guys said two thousand years ago. Otherwise, bring back animal sacrifice and slavery because the hypocrisy can be smothering," I informed her. I figured she was about to blow up at me.

"Okay," Virginia breathed easily.

"Okay?" I wondered.

"You are easy on the eyes, Zane, and the girls like you. Tell me, how many girls could you have made violate their Pledges?" she drew me out.

"Four in the past twenty-four hours," I admitted.

"Yet you didn't. Why is that?" she kept coming.

"It is a big deal here and I wouldn't want to screw up the way they think unless they are the ones wanting to change," I finally articulated, which made Ms. Goodswell smile.

"You can go, Zane. I'll keep tabs on you so be careful," she dismissed me and turned back to the work on her desk.

"That's it?" I inquired. My spiritual advisor nodded without looking up, leaving me even more confused. I retreated in haste and thanked the Almighty that I was about to be shooting guns at something.

Marksmanship Team tryouts reintroduced me to Team Captain Hope Song. She totally ignored me through most of the process. I forgot the safety, missed everything I shot at, and repeatedly let the recoil beat the crap out of my shoulder, at which point I figured I'd put forward an honest effort and blown it. I could live with that.

On the last round of the event I patiently waited my turn. The girl closest to me (who was doing rather well) informed me that I was getting better. I told her this was my first time shooting a gun and she chuckled; she'd been hunting since she was nine. I knelt down for that final shot when I felt a warm body envelop me from behind.

"Breathe easy," Hope whispered into my ear. "Imagine you running your hands over Barbie Lynn's breasts...light touch...that's good...take the time and be gentle the way she brags you can be...good...now touch the nipple like you love it...feel the nipple get harder and longer...yes, feel your heart beating louder..." she kissed my earlobe "...feel that nipple at the sweet spot...when you are ready for the orgasm, twist that nipple..." BAM!

Bull's eye! Hope remained intimately close.

"How was that for foreplay?" she whispered seductively.

"Makes me want to get a bigger gun with a lot more bullets," I replied. Hope scoffed lightly in my ear.

"From what I hear, you don't need a bigger gun. Stand up; I have work to do," she informed me. 

I stood up and surreptitiously looked around, only to find that no one – no one at all – was looking at us. For some reason the dirt, trees, and birds up in the sky had developed keen religious significance. I thought they were being polite until I recalled one student telling another that Hope regularly drilled kill shots at five hundred meters.

Hope went around to some of the other applicants, helping them with their final shots, but not in the same way she helped me. At the end of tryouts we had ten shooters and ten spotters – I was a spotter. Spotters do a lot of things, mainly going over terrain and atmospheric conditions for their paired shooter. We also carry most of the gear (everyone carries their own rifle).

"Do you understand what is required of you, Zane?" Hope made a point of asking me.

"One hundred years ago you were the Great White Hunter (being Korean and all) and I was the bare-chested native guide giving advice while carrying a townhouse worth of gear on my back," I joked.

"You forgot the loincloth...the native guide always has a loincloth," Hope purred like a panther toying with her next meal. "We already know you have a finely muscled body capable of great...effort; now can I expect some of that effort here on the team this year?"




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"Absolutely," I affirmed. "I'll do what you tell me to do."

"That's good, because you are my partner this year. Watch my ass, don't fuck up, and show initiative," she instructed me. In my mind I had three contradictory orders; was I supposed to watch her ass, or not fuck her, or was I supposed to come on to her? It was cold comfort that if I did screw up somehow, she could put a bullet through my left eye from anywhere on campus, killing me painlessly.

"You were on one of the opposite roofs last night," I blurted out. Hope looked demurely to the ground but flashed me a wink. "That is how you know what I look like naked."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," she said putting away one of those telescopic sighting devices a spotter would use. Nothing more was said on the subject.

The Riddle of Heaven

A feeling of accomplishment – nay, a feeling that I might actually be fitting in – ran right into Heaven, Team Captain of the Orienteering Squad. I wasn't afraid she would toss me off the team for merely existing. Hell, I was afraid I'd automatically get on the team despite my lack of skill; after all, how else could Heaven lure me out and murder me in the State Forest bordering the campus if I wasn't on the team?

The first half of the entrance process found us in a classroom doing math; figuring out angles and areas. We also had to study some Solar and lunar charts so we could figure out the position of the Sun given the day and time, as well as what phase the Moon was in and what it would be like in, say, one hundred days. I rocked at that which gave me a leg up going into round two.

I knew precisely what a map and compass were. I'd used a few maps, and I'd never actually held a compass before but I'd seen all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies so I knew how compasses worked – NOT! I wasn't alone in this way of thinking. Several girls giggled over the fact. One laughingly pulled up the app on her phone.

"That's great. Can I see it?" Heaven said, deceptively cool. The idiot girl handed it over with a smile. Heaven grinned, then hurled it against a large boulder close by, smashing it into a thousand pieces. She went over to it and stomped on the remains for a few seconds while the younger student gasped, then wept.

"Okay," Heaven said soothingly, "your phone is now destroyed. How do you survive long enough to get back to civilization?" We all developed a case of the 'smarts' and kept our mouths shut.

"Really...no one?" Heaven taunted us.

"You go downhill," I spoke up. Heaven glared, not at my answer but at the fact that I spoke at all.

"Why is that, Mr. Braxton?" she asked in a hostile manner.

"Water...you go downhill to find a source of water. Nothing else matters if you die of thirst," I explained. 

"Would any one of you follow this idiot downhill?" Heaven sneered.

One girl immediately raised her hand while the rest looked around nervously. Right before Heaven spoke again, a second girl raised her hand.

"Well," scoffed Heaven, "most of you will probably die because, while being an utter failure at the rest of his life, Zane guessed this one correctly."

"Your priorities are water, food, and shelter. Where you find moving water, you will most likely find something to eat too. You will also find small trees that are the easiest things to use for shelter. Unless rescue or egress is expected quickly, you must find a means of survival." Then as an afterthought she addressed me,

"Zane, you get a cookie," and she tossed me a ginger cookie which I hesitantly bit in to. The class went on like this for ten minutes before she teamed us up for a little treasure hunt in the woods. I was teamed up with Heaven, making me wonder if they'd find my body after the deed was done. A few false starts later I began to get a feel for this orienteering stuff; if I headed one way and Heaven secretly smiled, I was going the wrong direction, and if she scowled, I was going the right way.

We were the second team to complete the task on top of a large rock outcropping some distance into the state park. Heaven dismissed the others but put a hand on my chest when I made to leave. Once the sound of the rest moving through the underbrush died down she turned to me, clearly pissed. Her fist balled up and she shook slightly as if she was barely able to contain the rage she directed my way. 

I had three options: flee, confront, or submit. I sat down on the floor of the forest and waited. I could tell my reduction in stature confused her Why do you think most Buddhist monks prefer to conduct their business while in the lotus position?

"Can you tell me why you hate me?" I inquired softly. 

Heaven stormed up to me and I was afraid she was going to boot me down the cliff. I don't think either of us knew why she stopped just short of me.

"You don't belong here," she choked out. "You are perverse and filthy. You are going to ruin everything."

"I'm not your enemy, Heaven. I'm not going to take any of your friends away from you. If I get in your way, let me know and I'll back off. The one thing I can't do is leave," I explained. Heaven kicked me in the thigh, then kicked me again, so I scrambled up and faced her. She wanted to do this the hard way.

Heaven came up right as soon as my feet were planted on the ground. I got in a block, another block, then I grabbed her wrist and put a leg behind hers. She toppled backwards while I rolled us into a side impact which allowed me to grab her other wrist as well. Heaven proved to be surprisingly strong as she thrashed about but she couldn't stop me from getting on top of her.

For a moment we lay still but I was getting aroused and Heaven could sense it. I saw a look of near-terror come across her face before she went berserk beneath me. I struggled to keep on top until she finally wore herself down.

"Would you just fucking talk to me!" I yelled at her. Heaven slowly ceased her efforts.

"Get off of me," she whispered intently. I rolled us over so that she was on top and released her wrists. Heaven quickly brought her knees up, straddling me with her palms on my chest. She was more than halfway off of me when she stopped and seemed to see me for the first time. I started pulling myself from under her when Heaven settled back down onto my stomach.

"Hey, I'm sorry we fought, Hea..." I got out before she French kissed me. Heaven's whole body pressed into me. I settled down and began working my hands over her waist and hips. When I went for her ass, Heaven arched her back pressing her tits against my chest so that she could grab my hands in hers and pull them back to her waist.

"Hands above the hips," she panted lustfully to me between kisses.

"Fine, but show me your tits," I said. Not wasting a moment, Heaven scooted up so that she was sitting on my stomach once more and together we pulled her shirt free and unbuttoned it. I slipped my hand up around the bra and pushed it above her breasts before pressing her delicious orbs down to me to suckle on.

It took me a few minutes to find out she had an arousal zone on her lower back that tingled with electricity whenever I caressed it. I had to coax Heaven into getting on all fours but when I pressed my lips there, her stiffness evaporated and she was putty in my hands. I was kneeling beside her with one hand stroking her far side while my closer hand alternated between each breast.

When Heaven's breathing became more erratic and desperate she bolted upright on her knees, slipping one leg backward between mine and pressing her ass into my pelvis. I now cupped both tits, gently rubbing each nipple as I began nibbling her shoulder. I was still getting into it when Heaven suddenly spasms against me, then she repeats the process four more times before she trembled uncontrollably in my embrace.

"Ssshhh..." I reassured her. "I've got you. You are safe here with me."

"I...we...I...we need to be getting back," she stammered. I got the feeling that she wanted to pretend this whole thing hadn't happened. I rolled up, then Heaven fixed her bra while I handed Heaven's shirt to her.

We exchanged no further words until we were almost back to the campus wall when I turned to make sure she was okay. She was a little out of it but that wasn't my problem; this other thing was.

"Heaven, hold on," I told her. She looked contemplative and suspicious but did so.

"You are...mmm...jeesh, stay still; I'll take care of this," I worked out.

"What?" she asked cautiously.

"You have cum dripping down your legs, Heaven," I informed her. Heaven's eyes grew large and she took a half-step back but at the same moment she realized with utterly hopelessness that she had virtually no other choice.

"What are you going to do?" she whispered. I had to think that one over for a second. I handed her my orienteering gear and took off my shirt, which didn't make Heaven any more comfortable.

I knelt before her and used my shirt to wipe up the strands of semen going down the inside of each thigh. It was soon evident to me that she'd cum extensively and I had to work my way up under her skirt or more cum would simply drip down. For reasons I still don't understand, Heaven ceased resisting. Maybe she was tired of the whole charade.

The first pair of underwear came down, then the second, and I cleaned them both with my now ruined shirt. I even went so far as to wipe her ass-crack where some had been forced up. Once I was satisfied that Heaven's underwear was as passable as I could manage, I 'fixed' her in place and dressed her again without comment. The really sucky part was that I had to put my sticky, cum-splattered shirt back on. There was no way I could explain going bare-chested.

Neither one of us spoke as we walked back, put our stuff up, and parted ways. It wasn't that I thought the matter would go away but I realized that my most pressing concern was doing what my school required. I was happy that I could sneak away before dinner and get a fresh shirt.

A Taste of Brandi

"What is my duty today, Brandi Sanders?" I started to say with a warm smile on my face. Brandi turned out to be a girl with thin, deep brown hair hanging loose, freckles, and a slender face. Her body was lithe, nothing out of proportion, though it turned out her ass was a prize; compact but with an enticing ability to project beyond the back and thighs.

"I need you to help change the lights in my room," she grinned. I had to reciprocate that look because I liked her creativity. I made a move for her chair then stopped myself.

"That chair doesn't look safe," I mused. "I imagine I'll have to lift you up to each bulb." I leaned right, then left, taking in her gentle womanly curves which earned a salacious smile.

"I think it would be more efficient for me to lift you by the front. Is that okay?" I asked softly, even somewhat hesitantly. Brandi nodded eagerly so I placed me in front of her, bent way down until my head was facing her covered belly button, and then I had snaked my arms around the top of her thighs.

I made a half-attempt to lift her, then set her down.

"Huh?" she gasped, "What's wrong?"

"Brandi, some of your buttons are pressing into my face. Can I move them aside?"

"Oh...okay," then, "if you have to," Brandi protested falsely.

I used some slow seduction in pulling her shirt out of her skirt, doing my best to ignore our growing audience of young ladies. I opened the lowest button to see the top of the skirt behind it, but the next one was much more rewarding. Her soft stomach flesh felt warm beneath my lips and her intake of breath was its own reward.

I didn't stop there, though. Buttons opened and kisses were given until I reached the bra, then I licked my way down to her belly button, which I sucked and licked for fifteen seconds. By this time, Brandi was breathing deeply and pressing her stomach against my lips. I reached up to massage her pert, firm ass with my hands while working on her belly button with my tongue.

When I lifted her up by grabbing her thighs, she gasped slightly. She hovered next to the ceiling light for several seconds before realizing she didn't have a bulb.

"Zane..." she started to say, but I was already starting to sweep her down into a horizontal position, stomach down, with her hands in easy reach of the box of light bulbs.

"Wow, thanks, Zane," she giggled. She took one bulb, despite there being four fixtures we need to change the bulbs in. I didn't mind; after all, every time I swung her down, I flipped her skirt artfully out of the way, and her panty-covered ass was laid out before me at chest level. I missed the first opportunity but I kissed a cheek on the second drop and took a nibble on the third and fourth drop, each time earning a low moan.

During the periods when I was holding her upright, I took sadistic pleasure in sucking on her stomach, giving her two hickies as proof of our amorous encounter.

"Thank you, Glenda," she murmured into my chest as I let her down that last time, using my 'enrolled' name.

"I hope I have pleased you but I sadly have to be going," I sighed, "I have a foot massage upstairs with Easter Valentine." Brandi looked at me petulantly, then pushed past me to the door and Iona, who stood just outside in the hall.

"Iona, when is he free again?" she demanded to know.

"Sorry, Brandi, I can only book him one week in advance. I don't know what his study workload will be like or what things his team captains will require," Iona grinned, somewhat emboldened with her newfound power and popularity.

"Brandi," I said, because I must be the Devil, "I couldn't help but notice how silky smooth and toned your legs are. Maybe in a few days they might be a tiny bit less so. You could demand that I shave your legs for you."

"Have you ever done this before?" she mused over the implications.

"No, I haven't," I confessed, "but you could teach me no matter how long that took." Brandi spun on Iona and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"You have to let me know when a slot opens up!" was Brandi's impassioned plea. Iona agreed nervously. When we finally got out of Brandi's room and headed off to my next stop, Iona bumped into me.

"You are evil," she whispered like some secret conspirator, "and I've never wanted to be a year older in all my life." One year older, she could demand Handmaiden duties from me as well, but then it would be far less likely that we would be united as we are now.

"Iona, you are proving to be a true friend," I stated. "With you, it wouldn't be a duty." Iona stumbled because clearly that idea hadn't occurred to her.

In Case it was Unclear

The only thing that surprised me when I came up to my room, naked except for my gym shorts, fresh from my evening bathroom visit, was the look of shame on Barbie Lynn's face when I saw the rest of them.

"Hello, Ladies. Before you lay into me, let me have a moment with Barbie Lynn," I requested.

"Barbie Lynn is leaving now," Christina countered. I shrugged and walked back downstairs.

"Come back here," Christina commanded me.

"Nope," I shot back as I reached for the door.

"Zane, where are you going?" Chastity inquired politely.

"The Chancellor's house," I answered. "Apparently I have some stuck up bitches in my room past curfew, plus Barbie Lynn." I opened the door.

"Please come back and talk to us," Chastity requested. I was a bit angry but Chastity made a habit of being nice to me so...I went back upstairs. 

"Barbie Lynn, why don't you have a quick chat with Zane on your way out," Queen Christina allowed. Barbie shot Christina a worried look, then shuffled over to where I was standing.

"Zane..." Barbie started to say but I put a finger to her lips.

"It's all good. I was hoping that after this is resolved you will want to come back tonight. Is that going to happen?" I revealed my desire for her. Barbie hugged me tightly then kissed me on the cheek before skipping down the stairs. I had the strange impression she thought I might have been angry with her.

"We need to talk about what happened this afternoon," Christina began once Barbie had shut the door downstairs.

"No, we don't," I responded, and headed for my bed; since I don't yet have walls, it is tough calling it a room.

"I don't think you appreciate how important this issue is to me," Christina stated heatedly.

"Actually, I don't care how important this is to you, Christina. This is between Heaven and me," I retorted.

"You are going to satisfy my concerns or I will guarantee that you will be gone by the end of the week," she snarled. 

That was enough for me; I spun around and got right in her face.

"Do you remember when I said you could apologize to Rio or I'd make you do it and you would regret me having to force you?" I snapped right back. Christina glared defiance at me. "Well, this has nothing to do with that. I'll get you without fucking anyone else over and because you would even think I'd do that to Heaven, I'm going to make sure you cry too."

"What?" Christina, Chastity, and Heaven said all at once.

"I'm going to nail Christina's ass to the wall, Heaven, but I'm not going to abuse the trust you put in me. What kind of fucker do you all think I am?" I asked bitterly.

"How can we trust you?" Christina demanded. I rolled my eyes and walked over to Heaven, taking her by the hand which confused the hell out of her.

"Heaven, come with me," I requested. I dragged her toward my bed but she resisted.

"What are you doing?" she inquired desperately.

"Heaven, I'm a guy dragging a girl to my bedroom. If your first guess is Parcheesi, there is something seriously wrong with you."

"It is...you know...how can you...I can't," Heaven evaded.

"Don't worry about someone spying on us; Hope is here with us tonight," I grinned.

"Zane, this isn't a good idea," Heaven pleaded.

"Zane, let her go," Christina told me as she stepped to Heaven's side, and by the body language I was clearly not getting in the front door.

"Heaven, if I hurt you, what are the odds of my taking an impromptu flying lesson through one of these panes of glass?" I joked dryly. Chastity and Hope exchanged a look.

"I think we can make the fountain from the Southeast corner," Hope assured us both.

"This is not a joking matter," Christina snapped at the two of us. I'd rarely seen someone so ferociously defensive of a non-relative.

"I wasn't joking," I said.

"I wasn't joking," Hope said at the same time. 

Christina was about to drag Heaven out of the equation; time for the Hail Mary.

"Heaven, do you want to have sex with me again?" I hammered away.

"Again," gasped Faith, silent until now. "You can't have sex with Heaven; she's..."

Now it was all but out in the open. 

"Anyone who thinks that is fucking nuts," I shouted as I grabbed Heaven's hand away from Christina and took her to my bed.

I swung Heaven onto the bed so fast she bounced. Before she could organize herself, I was on top of her. I had one leg between hers but she slammed them together so hard it hurt. I landed over her, our faces inches apart. My eyes kept boring into her until her lips opened and a small moan escaped. I knew I fell on her first but her hands were all over me so fast that I could hardly be seen as molesting her.

Peripherally aware that we had an audience, Heaven and I pressed, pulled, and aroused one another for several minutes. We had her top and bra off and her legs pulled up so far, her knees were just below my armpits.

"You go, girl," I heard Chastity playfully whisper when Heaven rolled me over so that she was on top. She didn't break up her actions but I could see Heaven smiling for the first time.

"I don't get it," Faith whispered to someone. "Does this mean Heaven likes guys, and if she does, does that mean she's...you know..."

"Homosexual?" Hope clarified.




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"Technically, that makes Heaven gay," Chastity added.

"There is nothing wrong with Heaven," Christina stated. "She is fine being who she is...unique and special." In the arena, I was busy letting my hands slide down to the forbidden zone without any resistance. I hooked her underwear and started working them up until...

"OW!" Heaven gasped. Everyone looked at us. "That wedgy hurts," she sobbed, as she ran a hand over her offended rear end.

"If it really bothers you, take off your panties," I taunted Heaven. She looked angry but instead of acting out, she kissed me and bit my lip until it was my turn to cry out in pain. As I rubbed my lip she rolled to the side and quickly pulled down her underwear. Heaven remounted me and for a moment she looked uncertain, so I grabbed her head in both hands and pulled her into a lip-lock.

All she had on was her white socks and pleated skirt which had ridden up around her waist. Heaven wedged a hand down to my cock and began lightly stroking it with her fingertips. I reached down and cupped one ass cheek before discovering her anus and playfully rubbing against it.

Heaven began loudly moaning and bucking against me.

"I think we can be pretty sure she likes guys," commented Hope.

"She hasn't sucked his cock yet," Faith countered, but she might as well have raised a red flag in front of Heaven because in seconds, Heaven had left my lips and was kissing down my throat to my chest.

Before I let her get out of reach, I took my free hand and put it on Heaven's meat and started to stroke it next to mine. Heaven flinched, then looked up at me with an unreadable expression. We began tandem stroking our cocks, my knuckles brushing my cock and her hands brushing hers. Unable to reach my lips, Heaven began kissing and biting my nipples.

"Ever done this before?" I gasped, indicating our mutual masturbation. Heaven shook her head in the negative. I tried to taunt her one step further. "Why don't we stop this and just cuddle?" Heaven lurched forward and stopped stroking me long enough to slap me across the face so hard I could taste blood; a reminder of Heaven's anger issues.

"You started this," she insisted, "so don't you think you can get out of things now." She then resumed her actions as if nothing happened.

"Shouldn't we do something to make sure she doesn't break him?" Hope asked her female cohorts.

"I know CPR," Faith volunteered, and here I thought she didn't like me. I was digesting that tidbit when Heaven slipped below my reach leaving my hands free to play with her hair. 

"Mmmm..." Heaven purred as she took in the bulbous head of my penis. There wasn't too much foreplay there, just a hungry need on Heaven's side to take on my cock.

She was working over past issues and confronting some internal barriers experience had scarred her with. Heaven was hesitant, sloppy, and used too much teeth; for me it was not a mind rocking blowjob; the best I could do was soldier through it and concentrate on encouraging her as much as possible.

I was selling my enthusiasm hard and Heaven was certainly getting into it, making wet slurping noises as she vigorously bobbed farther and farther down my shaft. It took me a moment to register Christina sitting beside us. She was smiling down at Heaven and running her hand through Heaven's hair intertwining with mine.

"Use your tongue to manipulate his shaft," was one of Christina's whispered suggestions and encouragements to Heaven. As I was enjoying the new sensations, I also registered the fact that Christina seemed to know a great deal about portions of the male anatomy the Purity Pledge put on the No Fly list.

Christina began rubbing one hand over my chest which felt real good – incredibly good, but there was something I had to do.

"I need to see Heaven," I told Christina. She regarded me quizzically and Heaven all but stopped her activities as she studied me. "You are all I need right now," I told Heaven.

In some cultures what happened next would be considered cannibalism; Heaven did her damnedest to swallow my entire length in one push. I have had girls with a lot more experience fail on the first try. On the second attempt she didn't get as far but she was sucking with greater force.

"Oh, fuck!" I grunted. Heaven flashed me with a devilish look in her eyes before pumping my shaft rapidly with one hand while sucking in and out the head and first inch. Note to Self: if this whole Christian Chick thing doesn't work out for Christina, bankroll her in creating self-help sexual instruction videos.

"Close," I panted, "real close." If Heaven had raised her head and jacked me off onto my stomach, I would have been perfectly happy. Girls did that all the time; the taste of semen is not for everyone. Heaven made her own decision and kept doing what she was doing. Ten seconds later my hands tensed in her hair and I began shooting ribbons of my seed into her mouth.

It took a few moments for Heaven to decide to swallow but when she did she was grinning like the Cheshire cat up into Christina's eyes. Both of them started crying and I hadn't a clue as to why. Sometimes another person's baggage is not your business and this looked to be one of those times.

"Okay," I choked. "I only wanted one of you bitches up here tonight so Heaven can stay but the rest of you have to go." No one responded instantly.

"You don't tell me what to do, freshman," Heaven said as she smacked me across my thigh. "Christina, let's get out of here; I feel like getting something to eat...something else that is," she told the Queen.

In the time it took Heaven to gather her clothes and get dressed, the group was gone, and I was left wondering what the hell I'd stepped into. I figured one guy and nine hundred girls, and I'd be living the dream. Only an idiot would have assumed there would be no existing power structure, competing sexual desires, or people less than happy with my cleverness. Suddenly, having to survive three more days to the weekend seemed too much to ask.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 04



(Once more, thank you frontma for your editing) 

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*Pain is either not knowing what it is or forgetting what it was*

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

I was slumped down on the floor against the wall when an expensive pair of shoes came at me. Since my stomach and left side were well acquainted with pain already I chose to block with both arms which hurt a little bit less. This unnamed assailant pivoted back for another kick when Heaven grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his head into a picture above my head.

He dropped like the sack of shit that I'm sure he was. I was struggling up when Cappadocia grabbed my wrist and helped me stand. Three more guys stood between us and the bathroom door, outside of which a battle of the sexes was starting to be waged; FFU vs. AKA fraternity. You may be wondering how I ended up here; I sure am.

(I promise this will all make sense eventually)

Starting in the Past

The light tapping on my door broke my oral attention on Barbie Lynn's right nipple. I kept frigging her with two fingers in her cunt while I caught a quick look at the time. It was twelve-ten in the morning. Who the hell?

"I need to check this out," I warned Barbie.

"What?" she wondered. "What's going on?"

"There is someone at the door and I think I know who it is. I'll be right back," I explained. Barbie looked apprehensive for obvious reasons. I grabbed a robe and headed down to the door as there was a second rap at the door.

I swung the door open and there stood Rio.

"Hey, Bitch, are you going to make me wait out here or what?" she teased me. I stood aside and followed her back to my bedroom. Barbie had disappeared under the quilt and covers but I was careful to not sit on her when I flopped onto the bed.

"What can I do for you?" I inquired of Rio.

"Keep it holstered, Cowboy," Rio laughed. "Save that python for your playmate Barbie. Do remind her that if she rides you too rough, she can break it off."

"I'll have you know she's the most gentle and sensitive woman I've ever known," I countered with a grin of my own.

"Really?" she asked speculatively.

"Really," I affirmed.

"In that case, maybe you can give her to me for an evening. I'd like to play with her; you know, a little light bondage, spanking, and a dildo, vibrator or three," she asked suggestively.

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Of course, I'd put those succulent lips to good use and I bet her tongue is to die for. I'd also love to chew on those massive titties, bite her and mark her as my own," Rio added. "If she moans like enough of a slut, I'll even eat her out too."

"If it somehow comes up in casual conversation I'll let her know," I promised, while at the same time I resolved to actually have a decent hiding place when I fixed things up.

"Don't do that," Rio insisted. "I'd rather kidnap her, blindfolded, so that I can take her to a bar and hand her around like a party favor."

"That's kind of cold," I cautioned her. "What about her virginity?"

"There are all kinds of chastity belts I can fit her with that leave her mouth and ass free," Rio regaled me. I really had no idea but I didn't doubt it existed.

"Isn't that a bit harsh? What has Barbie Lynn ever done to you?" I was curious to know.

"Barbie Lynn, she is a girl in need of a good, hard fucking, regularly and repeatedly" She grinned like she was a female Loki, Goddess of Mischief. 

"If you think so...I guess I could tie her up and leave her for you, bound and gagged in the trunk of my car. I'm sure when you get to the bar you'll find some big strong men to take her out for you," I outlined the plan. Rio desperately fought down her giggles.

"Well, that's given me some pleasant images to get to bed with," Rio came over and kissed me on the cheek. "Give me that sleeping bag and I'll catch some Zs."

"Sure, no problem. You know how I snore so if you hear any noise coming from my bed, just ignore it," I winked.

"Okay. As long as nothing touches the floor, I'll be fine," she assured me.

"What happens if something touches the floor?" I had to ask. It was getting downright hilarious.

"I scream like a banshee. I was molested by a Chihuahua when I was young and I've never gotten over it," Rio snickered.

"I will keep all my bits up on the bed, then. Now, get squared away so we can get some sleep," I grinned. Rio laid out my sleeping bag below the footboard and climbed inside.

"Good night, Zane," Rio yawned as I cut off the light.

"Good night, Rio," I replied.

"Good night, Barbie Lynn," Rio giggled. 

There was a long pause as a naked Barbie tensed up, then wiggled up from beneath the bed coverings. She looked at me curiously then crawled down on all fours to the foot of the bed. I was momentarily paralyzed by the look of Barbie's entire rearview cast in the pale moonlight.

"How did you know I was here?" Barbie Lynn questioned Rio.

"Unless Zane started sleeping with fifty pounds of extra bedding, there was someone under the covers with him; then it was a matter of figuring out who was the sexiest upperclassman who would take the risk," Rio explained.

"So this whole talk about kidnapping me and taking me to a bar was meant to scare me?" Barbie accused Rio, who snickered yet again.

"Tell me, Barbie, did that get you hot or what? Be honest now," Rio challenged her. Barbie Lynn flushed furiously and looked over her shoulder at me, trying to gauge her words to my reaction.

I moved up behind her, kissing from the small of her back then forward while my hand rubbed along her ass and flanks. She kept her eyes on me until my hand cupped her sex, at which point her eyes shut and her breathing increased.

"Ooohhh..." Barbie Lynn sighed as she let her legs part and her cunt went from damp to dripping.

"If Zane was with me, I'd feel safe," Barbie stammered nervously. "He'd not let anything bad happen to me...but I'd like to...just a little." I'd never tied a girl up before now, I'd never really wanted to, but taking in all of Barbie right at the moment, I made a note of consorting with my sorority friends about what to use when the opportunity presented itself. 

Two fingers in, two fingers out, two fingers in, two fingers out...one finger in her cunt and one in her ass. Barbie shuddered deliciously.

"You two fuck your brains out," grumbled Rio. "I'll lie here and try to get some sleep."

"Good...good...good luck with that," panted Barbie Lynn, "I'm a real screamer," and she really was.

"I swear, if one more girl had climbed into that shower with you, I was going to tape on a stun gun in the on setting and toss it in," Rio joked.

"A, you don't have a stun gun, and B, the floor was so wet you would have stunned yourself too," I pointed out.

"Threaten me not with logic, dumbass," Rio chuckled.

"Fine. Not that I mind your company but, don't you have to get dressed?" I groaned.

"Do you think anyone would notice if I went to class naked today?" Rio wondered.

"Notice -- yes; make you the target of a direct-to-video lesbian gangbang porn flick -- yes too," I taunted her.

"Damn it, Zane," Rio squawked, "you've tapped into my secret fantasy!"

"Save it for your creative writing assignment in English class," I nudged her. "Now seriously, I need to get dressed and so do you." Rio's exaggerated frown only made me chuckle harder but I did manage to shush her out.

I sang my way to breakfast -- literally. The latest demand of my Handmaiden's Duty was a rendition of 'Call Me Maybe' which garnered us quite an audience if not accolades for my proficiency. Rio tried to record me on her phone but an observant junior picked Rio for a piggy back ride. Iona hovered closely to Barbie Lynn again, which kept her safe.

Christina snatched us on the way to Assembly. One look told me things had gone horribly wrong but I didn't know why. She picked me and when I protested (a junior named Sybil had pre-ordered my services) Heaven grabbed Iona as a clear threat to me. Chastity hijacked Rio before she could throw her food tray on Christina's head but I admired my buddy's fanaticism and loyalty.

"I'm with Sybil," I tried to explain, but that girl did a quick disappearing act. "Okay, then, what do you want me to do?"

"We seem to have this little disagreement about you thinking you can dictate my behavior," she smiled sweetly, "so I'm going to be monopolizing your time for the rest of the semester."

Iona groaned and I was afraid Rio would do something stupid.

"Zane, I want you to carry my books to my next class," which didn't sound too bad but, "on your knees," she gloated, "but I'll..."

"You conceited bitch!" snapped Rio.

"Stop it!" I growled back to Rio angrily enough to stop her. "This is what they want."

"Hmmm..." Christina contemplated, "I was going to allow you to crawl on the grass but now I think you will do it on the walkway." Crawling all that way on bricks would be painful to say the least.

"Now I think we'll have Rio do it," she continued. I waved Rio to silence. "As I remember you have this noble streak so I'm going to give you the option of you traveling on the bricks or letting Rio do it." It was some horrible sick joke and I knew the results before I spoke.

"I'll do it," I answered, but again, I knew it was useless.

"Agreed," Christina handed me her book bag while Heaven did the same to Rio, "Rio can take the walkway and I'll let you take the grass." She waited for my response.

"What; no repose? No protests? No rants?" she questioned.

"That's not where my mind is at, Christina. You just keep digging a deeper hole. I'll bury you in it; how you crawl back out is your business," I shrugged.

"I understand, Zane. Faith, give your books to Iona. She can share the walkway with Rio," Christina ordered. Again I had to stop Rio from erupting; there was nothing I could do. We were boned in this bizarre institution's humiliating ritual.

"Zane will take the walkway on his knees, Rio can do the same on the grass, and Iona can carry the rest of our books," Chastity announced out of the blue.

"Chastity?" Christina questioned her rebellious minion.

"They get the point," Chastity suggested.

"I'm with Chastity," Hope declared.

"I'll explain when we get outside," Chastity all but begged. 

I had to scratch megalomania off my list of possible character flaws of Christina; she motioned our little troupe to proceed and made no protests when we freshmen took up our duties. Rio and I had to cover two hundred feet on our knees; I flashed Rio a vicious, confident grin. She grinned back and mouthed 'Fuck all the bitches,' which made me chuckle.

"What is so funny?" growled Heaven. 

"Your skirt is caught in your underwear so every time you step left your skirt rides up," I lied convincingly. Heaven reached around and tried to straighten out the nonexistent problem.

"Heaven, he's playing you," Hope intervened. Heaven's eyes rained fiery death down on me.

"Who is digging themselves a deeper hole now?" Christina taunted me.

"I accept that Heaven is going to get her due and I'm fine with that. Of course, when I finally bring you to your knees, I know that look on your face is going to be priceless," I glared back.

"You are also not going to see Barbie Lynn outside of official business," Christina informed me.

"I'll give your suggestion all the merit it deserves," I smiled.

"That is not a suggestion, and if you do see her again, she will be expelled and a letter of explanation will be sent to her parents and fiancé," Christina said intently. That brought me up short. "I'm not going to mention you, Zane. She'll go down but you will remain scot free."

"Why are you doing this to him?" Iona murmured.

"He needs to learn his lesson," Faith whispered to her.

"Oh," the normally timid freshman responded, "is that what this is? He is so going to own all of you if this is the best you've got." Hope burst out in laughter at the mouse's challenge.

The ordeal was over for the period but resumed when class let out again. Iona's schedule was in shambles because Christina had let word get out that Rio and I were out of bounds for anyone else in the school. By the time I went to Archery, my slacks were torn and my knees were bleeding. Chastity did what she could do as my Team Captain but then I was back on my knees heading to Karate.

In an abstract way my teammates in Karate knew what was happening to me but when they saw that I could barely move without wincing in pain, they became conflicted. Coach Dana was nice enough to offer to take me to the Chancellor so I could quit and end my suffering. I opted for letting my teammates in the second squad beat me up instead.

The only hard part about my dinner plans was the reality that I was the only boy on campus. No one would confuse me with any other student so sneaking off to my dorm was impossible. The answer to my dilemma should have been obvious to Christina -- glaring obvious. As it was, I had to get Christina's reaction secondhand as Rio, Iona, and I were cruising into town in my car with civilian clothes helpfully provided by my secret ally.

Rio groaned sarcastically when we arrived at our destination where Iona clapped her hands in glee. My argument was that everyone liked ice cream and, while Rio declared the whole endeavor to be juvenile, that didn't stop her from ordering three scopes with whipped cream and sprinkles.

I was paying for our outing when three girls walked in.

"Zane?" the third girl asked. I took her in only long enough to know she looked better in a swim suit.

"Hey, Leigh," I grinned. "You look even better with clothes on."

Leigh gave a hearty laugh while her companions tried to make sense of the situation.

"The Zane?" the lead woman inquired. I looked at her quizzically. "Zane, our next door neighbor?" How had I suddenly become famous enough to earn a 'The' in front of my name?

"Sure, that's me. I've been at school but that's my house," I responded.

"This is Tawny Flores, our chapter President, and my sister Ricky Frasier," Leigh said.

"Rio Talon, my ex-roommate, and Iona Becket, my cohort in crime," I offered.

"Sorority chicks? Seriously, Zane, you need to start raising the bar on the quality of women you hang out with," joked Rio. That went over like a lead balloon.

"Your girlfriend is a bit jealous," Leigh broke the silence.

"I'm not his girlfriend," Rio grinned viciously. "I prefer boys who've reached puberty."

"Tawny, Ricky, and Leigh, I apologize for Rio. We've had some issues with upperclassmen all day long and it has left some of us crankier than others," I said.

"Things can be rough for freshmen; we understand," Tawny allowed as she eyed me speculatively.

"How about I buy you all some cones?" I offered in return.

"We are not here for ice cream...or ice cream in cones," Leigh explained. "We have a party Saturday night, our first of the semester, and we need to place an order for a few gallons." 

"Cool. I hope you ladies have a blast," I nodded as I moved to join Rio and Iona, letting the sorority girls move to the counter and make their order. They eventually did get some cones and came our way.

"Horny sluts at seven o'clock," whispered Rio as they approached me from the rear.

"Zane," Tawny smiled down at me, "are you rushing a fraternity?" Rio snorted in derision.

"Zane couldn't rush a fraternity," Rio explained. "It would tragically cut down on his time with all his girlfriends." The three older women gazed at me, looking for the punch line.

"Here you go," Iona stated, holding up her phone to Tawny. "This is Barbie Lynn...Christina...Chastity...Brandi...Hope...Cappadocia...Opal..." she continued to go down the list of women in my life as well as displaying their pictures. The ladies went from skeptical to confused to impressed.

"You are sleeping with all these girls...in your first three days of school?" Leigh wondered.

"No," Rio pre-empted, "he hasn't actually had sex with all of them. That's silly. The magic thing is how often he gets them to orgasm. What's your record, Zane?"

"It is not a contest," I protested.

"Oh, come on," Tawny urged me playfully.

"Ugh, fine. Seven, but she's really sensitive and responsive -- we mesh well," I answered. I'm not sure how many of them got past me saying the number '7'.

"Are you going to be home this weekend?" Leigh inquired suddenly.

"Planning on it," I replied.

"Well, why don't you come by Saturday night, then," Tawny suggested, "unless you are afraid of a little competition." Seeing my uncertainty, she added, "We are having our brother fraternity Alpha Kappa Alpha over for the party. The guy/girl ratio should be two-to-one so I can't promise you any time."

"Oh," I shrugged. "Do you want me to bring a friend or two?"

"Sure," Tawny grinned, "but make sure to keep an eye on them. The boys of AKA are pretty aggressive."

"I'll make sure to only bring the grown-ups," I laughed. We were all still chuckling when we broke up for the evening.

I Love Pushing Boulders Uphill

"Did you sleep well?" Christina greeted me. Since I'd been Barbie-free last night I had to frown.

"Thanks for asking," I shrugged. "I slept like a baby. Honestly, I'd expected a little more creativity from you, not this simplistic jack-booted thuggery. Please try to keep my interest today if you can."

"Ah, the smell of burning bitch-flesh," Rio giggled, unleashing her sadomasochistic impulses. Christina didn't rise to the bait.

"Let's get some breakfast...on your knees you two," she commanded. Clearly their plan for us involved attrition.

During breakfast the idea was to keep us apart, but they apparently forgot we'd all graduated kindergarten. We wandered around like loss little lambs and came to our collision from different angles. My only real worry was that Iona would chicken out since she had always been the good girl. She even sold the slip and spill well. This time Hope was the recipient of our hate and she looked quite fetching covered in grits, eggs, melons, and bacon.

The miraculous thing was that the kitchen let us reload. Chastity almost dodged the bullet but we nailed her pretty good as well. As we headed out for our first class, Rio and I on our knees, she turned to me grinning like a maniac.

"I am so looking forward to lunch," she told me.

"Really? So am I. I'm going to get the soup," I chuckled.

"Ooohhh...soup. I like soup. I may get two bowls," Rio exulted. There wasn't time to warn Rio, I had to act, so I threw myself on Rio and took Heaven's kick to the ribs myself.

"Heaven!" Christina shouted, but it was too late. I hurt like hell but I was damned if I was going to show it.

Rio looked up at me and rapidly put together what had happened. Before she could explode I prodded her.

"I hope the croutons in the salad are extra hard," I wheezed.

"Zane," Rio whispered, worried about my well-being.

"Give them nothing," I winked. "We know what low-life pieces of shit they are now. Give them nothing." Rio nodded and got back on her knees.

"Zane...I'm sorry," Christina said softly. I looked up her and projected my most indifferent expression.

"Can we get this over with? You bore me," I sneered at Christina. She snorted and shook her head.

"Take my books to class, Zane," she commanded, and I headed off. They took Rio and Iona off in another direction.

I was bleeding by the time I kneeled my way to lunch. Sadly, Team Christina was vigilant so we had to settle for a few bites sitting up against a wall before a Dorm Mother directed us to separate seats. We buried her in soup and crotons for her efforts, then apologized profusely. Dr. Burns chastised and lectured us about good Christian virtues. The senile old bastard almost let us go back for seconds but a different Dorm Mother pointed out the danger just in time.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 04



The craziest thing was that they let me go to Marksmanship because it wasn't like I wanted to climb up on the water tower and take pot shots with a high powered rifle at anyone; right? 

"Let me bandage your knees," Hope asked me. I looked to the rest of the class who couldn't bring themselves to meet my gaze, then laughed.

"What is wrong with my knees?" I questioned. She pointed out the holes in my pants and the blood still oozing out of my torn flesh.

"Really. I hadn't noticed," I winced as I moved to get my gear.

"You could get infected," Hope insisted.

"At what point do you think I lost faith in your capacity for compassion, Hope?" I sighed. "Let's get to work. Inside this class, you are the instructor; outside of this class, you sicken me."

I actually did pretty well working wind drift and range-finding during the class and Hope gave me a mild compliment on my growing proficiency. I listened but said nothing. 

When the rest of the group dispersed, Hope held me back. Heaven was waiting to make me crawl to her class.

"That was uncalled for," Hope insisted. "We are only doing what we have to do."

"The failure of your courage is only eclipsed by your lack of principles, Hope," I verbally slapped her which only made her angrier. "Maybe you can put some weights in my back pack to make yourself feel better, or would you rather sow the sidewalk with salt?" If Hope was expecting me to back down, she was sorely disappointed.

"So, are you going to get revenge on me too?" she mocked me. I looked mildly amused and insulted.

"Hope, you aren't worth my vengeance. You don't matter to me. You are a tool, an obstacle, and nothing more and I have things that actually matter and I need to concentrate on so if you would please get out of my way, I believe Heaven wants to show me what an inhuman beast she can be."

"You have to pay for that," Heaven growled at me as I struggled along on all fours to Orienteering.

"Remember this moment, Heaven, because when I break Christina, she is going to be crying out your name and you aren't going to be able to do anything to help her, and after all she's done for you," I taunted her.

That earned me two sharp kicks to the ribs to add to the one I'd already had. I picked myself up and continued on our way. Orienteering was brutal and I suffered a good deal of humiliation at Heaven's hands. I quietly took it. 

As if that wasn't enough, Heaven walked me to my study period and Faith took me to the Dining Hall. Rio looked pretty brutal and Iona had been crying but at least they'd been bandaged up. Ms. Goodswell came up to me in the dinner line.

"You need to have someone look at those wounds. You could also use a fresh pair of pants."

"There is nothing wrong with my knees," I said in a bland monotone.

"You are bleeding into your socks, Zane," she informed me. I looked down and nodded.

"Yes, that seems to be the case. Can I get my dinner now?" I inquired calmly.

"No, Zane. Go to the Infirmary and get that taken care of," Ms. Goodswell insisted.

"I invoke my right to refuse medical treatment due to religious convictions," I grinned.

"Zane, you could develop permanent damage," Virginia warned me.

"No. You hypocrites can cripple me if you like but you aren't pinning this on me. I don't recall wanting to walk anywhere on my knees. I'm not going to quit though; if you want to get rid of me, you will have to become more inventive than this," I told her. When she didn't reply I went back to my place in line.

Christina tagged me heading toward the dorm. Chastity had Rio and Faith had Iona.

"What do you think we'll have for breakfast?" Rio joked.

"Keep quiet," Christina cautioned us.

"I'm hoping for corned beef hash covered in ketchup," I responded.

"I told you to be quiet," Christina ordered.

"Which one of us are you talking to?" Rio teased.

"I want milk and cereal," Iona suggested.

"Quiet," Faith told Iona with a hand on her shoulder.

They decided that we should be getting back to our rooms to study but the elevator wouldn't be necessary; we could take the stairs...on our knees. I wasn't sure Iona could make it; she was the shortest and weakest of us. But it turned out I needn't have bothered. We opened the door to the stairwell and there stood Barbie Lynn.

"I've got it from here," she told Christina and company cheerfully. The idea that Barbie Lynn was here to save me was kind of funny.

"That is not how it works," Christina informed her.

"No, Christina, read the Handbook. My dorm, my rules, and my rules say that if you don't belong in my dorm, you can leave...now," Barbie Lynn countered with determination.

"Don't do this, Barbie Lynn; they will expel you. You are hardly bulletproof," Christina warned Barbie.

"At what point did we cease being the Israelites and become the Philistines?" Barbie answered.

"If you do this I'll have to report you," Christina explained. "In thirty minutes you won't be Dorm Mother. Think about your future."

"I am," Barbie Lynn stated. "Do I really want or deserve a future if I do nothing now? I don't think so." There was a pause, then, "Get out."

Christina's gang turned and left, Chastity last of all.

"Barbie Lynn, have his legs taken care of before his pride cuts him in half," she said meaningfully. Barbie nodded, then Chastity ran to catch up with the others.

"Let's get you to your rooms before they come back," Barbie Lynn urged us.

"Can we take the elevator? I'm not sure I can take all these stairs," I groaned.

"Baby," snorted Rio, but I noted she was the first one to hobble for the elevator. Iona drew close to me, looking for some small comfort.

"What are we going to do?" she whispered to me.

"Rio and I are going to tough it out; we don't have any real options. You are going to be sick tomorrow and go to the Infirmary. After that, they should leave you alone as long as you avoid us," I told her.

"No," Iona responded. "I can't leave the two of you alone here."

"Get over yourself," mocked Rio. "You are slowing us down. Zane and I are hardcore bad-asses and you're nothing but a dweeb." That was Rio's way of saying 'I like you.' Iona began sobbing.

"I'll take care of her as long as I can," Barbie Lynn frowned as she wrapped an arm around Iona.

"Thanks for everything, Barbie Lynn. Sorry for dragging you down in all of this," I told my blonde dynamite.

"Ha," she laughed. "I've had more fun -- felt better -- in the past four days than I've felt in the past three years here."

"Man, that is so pathetic," choked Rio. "If my life was so damn boring, I'd have become a shit-faced drunk by now." I think that was Rio saying 'thank you' but I wasn't sure. 

We made our way to our rooms and wisely settled in for the night. Around eight-thirty Barbie came to my room and escorted me to the bathroom for my own 'safety'.

"Thank you. What are you going to tell your family and fiancé?" I asked. Barbie Lynn shrugged.

"Can I move in with your Aunt if things don't work out?" she countered.

"Sure. Do you think it will come to that?" I answered.

"Well, I'm definitely not marrying Jerome, that's for sure," she grinned. "He's about as interesting as a box of rocks and he's got a tiny penis ta' boot. Lord above, all he wants to do is work in his Daddy's bank and play golf while I stay home and make babies."

"Ummm...Barbie Lynn, I don't see us getting married so if I..." I stammered.

"Lord Jesus," Barbie laughed, "if I married you I'd have to convert to Islam because I'd need at least three other wives to keep up with you. You are fun, Zane, and you've never lied to me about anything."

"Barbie Lynn...I've lied to you," I admitted shyly.

"What about?" she questioned.

"You know those tiny little grunting noises you make between orgasms?" Barbie Lynn blushed but nodded. "Well, I don't like them; I love them. In fact, last time I rushed you through one orgasm just so I could listen to those sounds."

"You are a bad man," Barbie laughed musically. "I don't believe you."

"Oh, so I'm going to have to prove myself, am I?" I gasped in mock protest.

"I'm counting on it," she smiled seductively back at me.

"When this nuttiness is over, I'll do that," I grinned. Barbie Lynn looked suddenly sad.

"Is this going to end...in a good way?" she sighed.

"Five-thirty tomorrow I'm in my car and driving out of here for the weekend. I'd like you to be with me," I told her.

"I can't be gone all weekend long, Zane. I'm Dorm Mother," she explained.

"How about Saturday night? I've made some plans," I hinted.

"Hmmm...okay, but how are you going to stop them from catching you if you come back? Escaping tomorrow is going to be tough enough," she pointed out.

"I'll think of something," I sighed. What that was; I had no idea.

When I got to the top of the stairs after my bathroom break I noticed Chastity and Hope waiting for me. I could have said 'what do you want?' but I decided on a softer approach.

"What can I do for you, the two ladies most likely to kill at a distance, this fine evening?"

"We came by to see if you, Iona, and Rio were doing okay," Chastity related to me.

"How's Iona? I imagine Rio was less than cooperative," I responded.

"Rio told us if we came in by the door we were leaving by the window," Hope informed me. "Iona is doing okay physically but she's beaten up on the inside."

"She says you threw her out of your little club," Chastity went fishing for confirmation.

"Yes, she's out. I no longer give a crap what happens to her," I lied. Hope and Chastity snorted in disbelief.

"She didn't tell you, did she?" Chastity questioned me. Since the answer was 'no' I kept silent.

"The Chancellor instructed her to abandon you and Rio and to help the rest of us get you two expelled," Hope informed me. All I could think of was, poor Iona, stuck in that spot.

"She responded with a tale of one of the early martyrs," Chastity picked up the story. "All the martyr had to do to save her life from the lions is renounce Christ and kiss the hem of Caesar's robe. The young girl responded, 'I would rather spend my last hour in the dust with the Christians...'

'...than live ten thousand more days as a Roman,' I completed the story. Sure, the story came from a hundred years after the real Caesar was dead, but who really cared? "I don't think that went over well."

"I imagine a less than sterling letter was fired off to her parents," Hope suggested.

"Fine," I muttered after a moment.

"What?" Chastity inquired.

"Chastity and Hope, I apologize for what I said earlier. I was pissed and I lashed out when you were stuck in the same fucked up situation I'm in," I admitted.

"Apology accepted," Chastity grinned.

"Don't make a habit of pissing me off, Zane," Hope cautioned me, "and the next one of you to come at me with a food tray gets it in the teeth."

"Why did you pick Hope and me?" Chastity asked about the food trays we'd dumped on them.

"I'm not saying we plotted anything but if we did, we would have created a random list for each meal. We get target one, then go to target two, and so on," I answered. "If it was randomized it would be harder for you guys to figure out who was next."

"Do you have any other retaliatory actions planned out?" Hope inquired.

"What do you think?" I smirked.

"How did you plan all this out?" Hope persisted.

"Since you are still dedicated to having us expelled, I don't feel it is prudent to tell you," I replied. I was hardly going to admit Iona set it all up, including that little trick of blanking out our call logs.

"Fine. Let's get out of here, Chastity," Hope sighed.

"I'll be with you in a minute," Chastity told Hope. 

When Hope was halfway down the stairs, Chastity turned to me with a sly grin.

"How did you know I'd help you?" she whispered. "For that matter, how did you slip me the note and the key?"

"I promise I'll tell you one day, Chastity," I replied. I could hardly tell her that Ms. Goodswell had slipped my message and her key into Chastity's pack. That Chastity would actually gather up the clothes that Rio, Iona, and I needed was the greater risk. She'd done it and we'd made our Wednesday night getaway for ice cream. I still wasn't sure why Virginia had known Chastity would do it but figuring it all out would be fun. It wasn't as good as sex but...well; it wasn't as good as sex.

The Object is not to Die

"Let me wash you," Opal requested of me as I entered the bathroom the next morning. Warning her that I was poison was pointless. I looked, smelled, and sounded like trouble. I imagine if I asked her, she'd tell me I tasted like trouble too, but I didn't want to tempt fate.

"I can keep your bandages dry," she promised. Mentally, I cracked when she finished rinsing my hair.

"Why are you doing this?" I had to know.

"Zane, you are the only non-related male I'm going to be in contact with for the next two years. If I let you go, I'm going to lapse into homosexuality," she explained. I couldn't resist.

"Does that mean you would be opposed to a three-way?" I grinned.

"I don't know," she mused, "who do you have in mind?"

"Brandi; she is cute and receptive," I suggested.

"Good choice," Opal beamed, "she's scrumptious. Do you think she's game? Don't bother -- I'll snare her in; you make sure you show up, okay?" Up until this point in time I'd been fooling around but I had the distinct impression that Opal wasn't.

"Let me guess; you are on the Soccer team," I chuckled.

"Striker," Opal responded.

"I should have known; you have that killer instinct," I sighed knowingly.

"I know what I want and I go for it," she smiled as she closed with me and stroked my member. It was to our immense mutual disappointment that we simply didn't have the time to take it any further.

I could appreciate Barbie Lynn throwing herself under the proverbial bus for us but I really wish she didn't look so sexy doing it. She stood with Rio, Iona, and me as we walked out of the dorm toward Christina and company. Rio and I exchanged conspiratorial glances with Iona.

"I'm hoping for oatmeal," Rio quipped.

"I'm betting on pancakes and syrup," I replied.

"Oh, hot syrup," mused Iona. "I like syrup. It turns pancakes into fly paper." We walked up to our tormentors and held out our arms for their book bags, which they dutifully handed over. 

As we got ready to assume our kneeling position, Christina cleared her throat.

"What are you doing?" Christina commented dryly. Seeing our confusion, she sniffed derisively, then added, "I haven't got all day." With that, she turned and walked off at a good clip we had to jog to keep up with. 

We hobbled into the Dining Hall without a word being said but when we got into the food line, Rio broke the spell.

"Does this mean we don't dump food on them?" she whispered. 

"They've tossed us an olive branch so we shouldn't shower them with defoliant just yet," I suggested.

"We need to know what they are up to," Iona added. That was the thing none of us had an answer to so we were served and went searching for someplace to sit.

Cappadocia, Captain Willie, and another Karate teammate named Evangeline caught sight of us and chose that moment to rise and take their trays away, leaving us three adjacent seats. We leapt on them in an instant since another part of the Enemy's plan was to keep us isolated from one another.

"I hate to rain on our parade but Queen Christina at six o'clock," Rio muttered.

"Phone," Christina demanded of Iona.

"We are in the Dining Hall," Rio spat, "you can't demand shit from us."

"Watch your language, felon," Christina responded drolly.

"It is Friday, Christina, in case you forgot. Your time is running out," I warned Christina that her time to make an apology to Rio was coming to an end. She looked haughtily down her nose at me.

"Here you go," Iona said meekly. She had a point; even if we won here, Christina would jump us the moment we left the sanctuary of the Dining Hall. Christina took the phone and typed a message in, then sent it before returning it to Iona. Without explanation the Queen strutted away.

"What was that about?" Rio muttered to Iona who was checking her text log.

"She put Zane back on the market," Iona whispered in disbelief.

"What the fuck!" Rio squeaked, trying to keep her shock from echoing across the hall. I looked around and saw phones ringing and the ripple of the word spreading out as girls looked my way.

"What do we do, Zane?" Iona asked. I had to think that over and a grin slowly creased my face.

"Give me ten names: Juniors and seniors only," I smiled. That would be part of my party list.

"How is that going to help us get those bitches?" Rio asked.

"Rio, living well is the best revenge, and I finally figured out how we are going to live well," I explained. My two companions didn't get it yet but Iona was busy getting my names.

"What do I do with the list?" Iona asked.

"Ask them to my party," I winked and the lights came on.

"Sweet!" gloated Rio, "but how are we going to get away with it? The Chancellor is going to be watching us like a hawk."

"Do you trust me?" I asked Rio and Iona. Iona nodded but Rio looked incredulous.

"Why in the hell should I trust you, Jungle Boy?" Rio taunted me.

"Because the other option has you crying tears of loneliness into your pillow tomorrow night, Arizona," I teased right back. Rio was from Arizona in the same way I was from the jungles of Thailand.

Breakfast was drawing to a close so I had to make my move. When Christina and crew put their trays up I followed them quickly outside.

"Glutton for punishment?" Hope questioned as I finished my approach.

"I need a moment alone with Christina," I responded. Heaven snarled at me; very becoming.

"So, I no longer bore you?" Christina threw my earlier words back in my face.

"I need a favor and it will help me with your demise," I grinned because I knew I had her; the girl couldn't stand not knowing what I was up to, or so I prayed. Christina shrugged her indifference but motioned for me to follow her off to the side, away from the others.

"So, after I've already done you two favors today, what else do you want of me?" she asked. I had to admit that she was no longer making me crawl on my knees and she'd freed me up for gentler hands, but I had my needs.

"I want you to go to an off-campus party with me tomorrow night," I beamed hopefully.

Christina studied me, clearly looking for my deceptive angle, but when none became evident, a smile slowly forced its way across her lips.

"Okay, Zane, I give up. What is the catch?" Christina chuckled.

"There is a Sorority party at my neighbor's house. They are inviting a fraternity over and I imagine a few people will crash. I've been invited and I was thinking we could bring around twenty of our girls for a fun night out," I explained.

"Zane, we are a Christian Girls school; we don't do the whole partying, drinking, and spending time with strange boys thing," she lectured me.

"You'll have fun," I promised her.

"An hour ago you hated me," she pointed out. "How do I know this isn't some kind of trick?"

"Sure, I hated you an hour ago, but that was then and I'm not going to waste my time fighting past battles. Besides, you did the right thing, though you took your time doing it," I answered. "Also, who in the Administration would I work for? I certainly wouldn't go outside the school."

"Yet you are still going after me about Rio," Christina said.

"That has to do with how you treat people, not what you did in the past," I corrected her. "If I leave it alone you will continue to treat people that don't conform to your world view like dirt."

"You aren't going to win, Zane, but I tell you what; drop this silly vendetta and I'll consider going to that party," she offered.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 04



"Oh, I'll keep my vendetta and see you at the party anyway," I laughed which made Christina cross.

"What makes you think that?" she replied through narrowed eyes.

"You are fearless, hungry for knowledge, and you never pass up a challenge where there is even a remote chance of success. You won't go for me; you will go because this is something you can do and do well, and you can't pass up an opportunity to shine," I pointed out.

"So you are attempting to flatter me with a fictitious character assessment," she chided in return. Busted!

"You are not calling me a liar," I countered. We locked gazes for a few seconds.

"I wish you were older," she commented.

"Younger means I have more stamina," I offered.

"Older means more experience, more to offer, and greater competition," she volleyed.

"Younger means you can teach them more, less baggage, and a stronger desire to catch their quarry," I grinned.

"Is that what I am to you; quarry?" Christina questioned me.

"No. You are the girl I'm going to marry," I stated matter of factly before turning and running for Assembly. As it was, we were on the verge of being late, though Rio and Iona saved me a seat. Rio tried to get me to tell her what happened but I warned her to silence with the fey light in my gaze. 

When we got out a senior named Janice snatched me up. Her trick was dueling Bible verses. Sometimes I don't get chicks at all but I guess she thought she was doing my soul some good.

The crew was waiting at my car when I was preparing to make my exit from campus. Christina was sitting on the hood of my car when I showed up. She pushed up and met me a few steps forward.

"We've discussed it and we'll go," she told me, "but don't think this means even remotely that I'll ever marry you." By the looks on their faces this was the first her girl posse had heard about my intentions.

"Oh, you will marry me," I said, feeling terribly self-assured. "I won't settle for anyone less and neither will you." Christina smirked but there was this light in her eyes. Chastity laughed while Faith and Hope looked stunned. Heaven looked pole-axed. I got in my car and rolled out for the short drive home. It was Friday night and I still had a lot to do before Saturday's party.

To say that the situation with Aunt Jill at home was awkward would have been an understatement. Last Monday before I met with the Chancellor, Jill got a call from the university telling her that she'd sent a boy to a girl's school. I imagine it was some consolation that she hadn't bragged to our church about where I was going to school yet.

"So...umm..." Jill began as we sat down to eat dinner, "your Spiritual Advisor tells me you are making great strides in your Christian education. She also says you are well-received by your fellow students and that they don't hold your...condition against you."

"Actually, several girls have shown great concern over my well-being," I expressed.

"A few have told me they want to stop by the house tomorrow night and make sure I'm okay," I added. I could see Jill balk. "By that, I mean that twenty of them want to come over."

The sheer number first worried, then impressed her. Surely she must be thinking that I'd be safe with so many women around.

"That's good news, Zane. I was worried that you would be a slave to your baser nature but I see Jesus Christ has provided you with a new direction," Jill smiled lovingly. I decided not to tell her that the tools Christ had chosen were young ladies like Barbie Lynn, Rio, Iona, Chastity, and Opal, and I definitely knew better than to tell her about the party we would all be going to.

"Speaking of new directions, I notice you are still wearing the clothes the young ladies next door picked out for you," I re-directed the conversation. Jill looked down at her plate for a minute.

"I bought some of my old styles Monday but when I wore them Tuesday, a co-worker asked me if there had been a death in the family. What a horrid thing to say," she groaned.

"Have you garnered any male attention?" I inquired, deeply curious. 

"Nothing you need worry about," Jill turned away, "I have one man in my life and you're more than enough for me to handle."

"Jill, if you like I could come home one or two days a week for dinner; campus is so close," I offered, "and I'm sure my Dorm Mother won't mind." Jill looked up and studied me.

"That would be nice, Zane. I know we didn't get off to a good start here but I'm willing to work at it if you are," she stated. "Kathryn has offered to come out here for a few weeks once harvest is done," Jill continued. I didn't know Kathryn, Jill's older sister, except for the few pictures I'd seen. 

I knew she'd been the first woman Uncle Tim was interested in but she ended up marrying a church elder thirty years her senior. She was like Jill, except thirty-seven years of age and a bit thicker. She worked on the family farm in Oregon doing, well, farmer shit. Jill said we could expect her the first week in November so we had better get the guest bedrooms ready for the visit.

We caught a movie on TV, drank some wine, and talked about campus, classes and such. Jill had gone to an open university were Christian students were penalized for their beliefs (so she felt) and was fascinated with the idea of a place where Christian women alone sat in judgment of other Christian women. I pledged then and there to never put Rio and Jill alone in the same room together because I'd surely end up an orphan.

In the morning, Jill and I picked up the place (Jill was a haphazard housekeeper), did some laundry, and went grocery shopping. In the checkout line I said something inane and Jill gave me an exaggerated giggle that I was becoming all too familiar with. It was the one a woman gives to a man when they think the man wants to be found amusing.

It is kind of endearing when it comes from a teenage girl but a bit creepy when it comes from your female guardian. Jill really needed a man in her life but I was at a loss as to how to make it happen. 

Unfortunately, I had things to do after we ate lunch, namely going back to school to pick up Rio and Iona for a shopping trip.

Rio had been stripped of all her 'party-wear' when her parents shipped her here and Iona never had anything like it at all. 

"Barbie Lynn wanted to see you in your room," Rio grumbled when Iona and I showed up in her abode. I had no idea what that was about so I left Iona in Rio's room and headed to the Solarium on my own.

When I got to the top of the stairs Barbie's gaze met mine from my bed where she was sitting. She glanced past me to see if I brought company.

"Are we alone?" she purred. I nodded in agreement, at which point Barbie Lynn sat up on the bed on her knees facing away from me. Slowly, looking over her shoulder, she hiked up her skirt until her bare-naked bum was revealed to me.

"I've missed you," she moaned, then she began rubbing her right butt cheek and added, "We've both missed you." I stalked toward her, barely able to restrain the desire to pounce on her proffered posterior. Barbie grinned lustfully, went down to her hands and, as I was taking my pants and underwear off, she collapsed further onto her elbows, pushing her ass out even more.

I started to caress her thighs, flank, and back, planting kisses along the way, when I noticed her ass crack and anus was slick with lubricant.

"No foreplay; just fuck me," Barbie Lynn demanded with a voice heavy with need. I aimed my cock to her anus and slowly pushed in. Barbie gave a sharp intake of breath as her resistance was overcome, followed by this deep, animalistic vocalization of pleasure.

Her breathing came in sharper and sharper gasps as I pushed steadily in until I was totally encased by her flesh. I put my weight on her back, reaching around and fondling her breasts through her shirt -- no bra which, with Barbie's cleavage, was erotic and impractical yet wonderful to the touch.

Our bodies synchronized into some really violent, ravenous sex when Barbie looked over her shoulder at me.

"So, you are going to marry Christina?" she panted. I couldn't read her emotional state.

"Yes, in about three or four years," I answered.

"What about me -- about us?" she whimpered as her passion began slipping her control.

"You are a great friend, Barbie Lynn, but I don't love you. Is this going to be a problem?" I breathed heavily.

"No," she rasped with a smile on her lips and eyes shut, "I wouldn't give up our time together for anything. Okay, it hurts a little, knowing I'm going to lose you one day."

"We'll never lose what we have right now," I grunted as Barbie began to tremble against me. Her anal muscles began to squeeze and contort around me. Eyes squinted, she gave me a wicked little smile and I rewarded her with a sharp slap to the ass. Barbie hopped up but her fists kept clenching my sheets.

"Oh, Zane," she gasped. I spanked her two more times hard and Barbie Lynn cried out,

"Lord Jeeesssuuuussss!!!!" she called out in her own inimical way as the first major tremor grabbed her body. I hammered away for three more strokes when her heat and passion overcame me and I erupted into her ass.

Barbie pushed up and back against me for over a minute before we finally collapsed on the bed, panting and sweating profusely. 

We lay there, young and vital, soaking up each other's warmth until Barbie Lynn wiggled her ass against me and sighed contentedly.

"You're still hard," she murmured.

"Whose fault is that, you vixen?" I teased her between deep breaths.

"Don't you need to go shopping?" she titillated back.

"Do I look like I want to go shopping?" I responded with both words and a jab with my cock.

"Damn, oh damn," she moaned, as she stroked my cock with anal contractions. "Okay, one more time, then you have to go," she whimpered lustfully.

"Two fucking hours!" Rio spat. "Jesus Christ, man, can she still walk?" Okay, so we did it more than one more time, I must confess, but I wasn't telling Rio that.

"She was asleep when I left her," I stated, "but I think she's ambulatory." Iona blushed which reminded me that I still owed her a full-body hot oil massage.

"Were you ever not the Hammer of God?" Rio questioned me about my sexual prowess.

"Well," I chuckled, "my first sexual encounter, from stripping off our clothes to my shot, was less than a minute. I got one stroke in, pulled out too far, and ejaculated all over her pubic mound and stomach. I wanted to die."

Iona's eyes went wide because she must have imagined I was some sort of Sex God sprung forth from the lustful thoughts of young maidens, fully formed. As I said earlier, we all start somewhere.

"What did you do?" Iona asked softly while Rio laughed out loud at my expense.

"She smiled kindly, sucked me off until I was hard again, and that time I lasted longer. Six months later I could go an hour and knew the difference between making a woman orgasm and making her want to orgasm."

"Now you are scaring Iona," Rio mocked me. "You know she's never had an orgasm, much less a boyfriend." Yeah, Rio could be really abrasive at times. Iona looked like she wanted to fade into the cracks in the wall. I walked over and put an arm around Iona.

"Iona knows I'm here for her when she needs me," I responded.

Iona looked up at me and smiled with something uncomfortably akin to worship. I caught Rio flashing a sly smile my way. Iona had stood by us and pushing her into my arms was Rio's way of paying her back without looking soft.

"Let's get shopping, ladies," I said, while giving Iona a squeeze, "unless you want to go to the party in what you have on." 

The girls beat me out the door, though my long legs brought me to the car first. Just like last time, Rio hollered the moment we passed the gates leading to the outside world. When we got to the mall I abandoned them for my own special mission. It took me a while to pick up what was needed and by the time I got back to the ladies, I could tell there was trouble.

Iona looked pissed with Rio and Rio regarded Iona with thinly veiled contempt.

"What happened?" I began, followed by, "Iona, you look great, even more attractive than normal. I'm going to have to get you a taser so you can keep all the guys at bay."

"I hope no one takes a picture of me," Iona groaned, "my parents would just die."

Rio was in a medium blue silk blouse that showed off her gossamer red bra and a black mini-skirt, black mesh hose, and matching blue calf boots. Iona was similarly dressed but with a red blouse and white bra with black trim plus black hose and black calf-boots. Iona kept shifting uncomfortably.

"What's going on?" I inquire softly.

"She's making me wear a thong and it is pushing up my butt," Iona complained.

"Come with me," I directed her, and while Rio looked on curiously I took Iona into a side access out of sight of the general population. "Trust me," I asked Iona gently.

When she nodded I knelt before her and lifted up her skirt, causing Iona to tense stiffly and inhale deeply. I put my nose inches from her crotch while carefully running my hands along her upper thighs, around to her ass, gently massaging her with my fingertips. I reached around until I found the thin material of her undergarment and adjusted it with sensitivity and care.

"How does that feel?" I whispered.

"Huh?" Iona sounded dazed.

"Is that more comfortable?" I clarified.

"Yes, yes," she responded, looking down into my eyes and smiling.

"If you need any more help, let me know," I smiled, as I straightened her skirt and stood towering over her once again. I took her hand and led her back to the impatient Rio.

"Damn, Dude, did you nail her already?" Rio joked with me.

"You'll never know," I shot back playfully. Rio snorted and took a step toward Iona.

"If I reach under your skirt are you going to be wet as hell?" she teased Iona. 

Iona panicked and backpedalled behind me. 

"That would be a big 'yes'," Rio laughed. "Zane, she's got it bad for you."

"What about you?" Iona said accusingly. "You get bitchy every time he's with another woman."

For an instant Rio looked hurt but she masked it quickly.

"Girl, I'm always a bitch. Ask anyone who knows me."

"Well, you are my bitch and I'll fight anyone who says differently," I pointed out. Once I had them change back to their school uniforms, I wrapped my arms around them both and we traipsed off to my car, and from there to my home. 

Jill clearly had a hard time taking in my two buddies. Iona was very obsequious and polite while Rio was distant and sulky. Iona kept Jill busy until the next wave of guests began to arrive. First to arrive were Wilhelmina and Cappadocia, who wasted no time in slipping off to the bathroom to change into their party attire. They came out and as Jill struggled to adjust, I slipped off with my girls. 

While Iona changed I gave Rio her 'gift'. She took the bag with a smirk but as she poured the contents out on the bed, she nearly cried tears of joy.

"How did you know what to get?" she stammered.

"Iona hunted down your old Facebook page and I ran down the list of your friends until I discovered one that would send us a picture and description of them all," I grinned. Rio hit me in the shoulder, then stalked over and punched Iona too.

"Ow," muttered Iona, "what was that for?"

"That's for being so nosey," she replied, while wiping away a tear.

"It was Zane's fault," Iona accused me.

"Fine, I'll go hit him again," Rio snarled playfully. I took my clothes and fled to the bathroom before Rio could thank me again for restoring to her all the body jewelry her parents had taken away from her when they exiled her to FFU.

By the time I finished dressing more than half of the ladies had gathered. Jill was beside herself with the bevy of company, though she was starting to figure out that most of the women were older than me. In fact, the only freshmen were Rio, Iona and I. Around seven Opal, Brandi, Jill and I cooked up some dinner for the rest. We ate light because for every one of us, this was our first experience in college debauchery.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 05



*Giving can make you richer while keeping leaves you only with what you have*

(Frontma, you are the best as always)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

*

Before we departed Rio raced back to the room to make some last minute adjustments to her attire. When she came back out all the conversation stopped and every one of us stared. Where could I begin? Rio had three earrings in her left ear and two on her right, the bottom on both sides being ivory skulls with red ruby eyes. She had an obsidian gem glued to her forehead just above her eyebrows.

Her right eyebrow had a simple silver ring, but the one in her left nostril was a tiny pentagram. Her lip ring was a on the left side; a double loop. She'd taken off her bra and her nipple piercings, linked together by a chain, were clearly visible underneath her shirt which she'd tied tightly right below the breast line; her bra was now AWOL. 

Her belly button ring has an onyx teardrop attached. As she walked up to the group she stuck her tongue at the others exposing her pewter tongue barbell. She skipped over, breasts bouncing, and hugged me before leaning back and pumping her fist up in the air.

"Free at last!"

"Ten, eleven, twelve," counted off Chastity quietly.

"I have fourteen," Rio grinned lasciviously to Chastity. More than one girl began doing the physiological implications of that claim and I doubted they were thinking about her toes.

"At least if we all end up being arrested one of us will be unrecognizable," Christina commented.

"Is ... is that one of your classmates?" Jill muttered, clearly blanking out the old Rio from her mind.

"For better or worse she's one of us," I boasted. Barbie Lynn, sticking close to my other arm, gave me a desperate, quizzical expression.

"She's one of my students," Barbie told Jill. "She's one of ours still seeking redemption."

Before Rio could be more of a smart-ass I gave her hand a hard squeeze and while she grinned mischievously, she did hold her tongue.

"Okay, ladies, let's go," I announced. We all started migrating toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Jill asked.

"There is a party next door," Christina provided.

"The Wiccan lesbians?" Jill gasped.

"I was wrong, Jill," I evaded. "They are a sorority house, not Wiccan lesbians. They invited us over tonight for a little school mixer."

"Well ... as long as it is just you girls," Jill hoped. I nodded and headed out the door.

"That wasn't very nice," Christina scolded me once we had gathered outside and began moving toward the Kappa Sigma house.

"If I told her it was a sorority house she would have worried but been unable to do anything. This way she didn't have to worry," I explained.

"You have the Devil's Tongue," Christina chided, but she had that smile and gleam in her eye.

"And how," Barbie Lynn snickered. Something passed between Barbie Lynn and Christina but I missed it. My group spilled through the trees that separated the properties and headed for the front door.

Storming the Gates

Two guys had parked their car and were coming up the walkway when they saw us. They did a double-take before looking at each other utterly confused. We lined up at the door first and after I knocked a bright-faced girl, most likely a newly-minted pledge, answered. She took a look at me, smiled, then that smile faded as she saw the passel of women behind me.

"Hi, I'm Zane; we were invited," I offered.

"Oh!" he eyes lit up, "you are that Zane. I thought ... well, we heard you were bringing a guest or two. I ... can I check with someone?" she babbled.

"Sure. Can we wait inside?" I suggested. She nodded and we all started filing in.

Our arrival sent ripples through the house. Apparently not many girls crash a sorority function and since most of the guys present were expecting unfavorable odds, the social dynamic had shifted.

"Zane," Tawny Flores greeted me. Being the Sorority President it was her burden to figure out what our fate would be. "When you said you could bring some friends, you weren't kidding."

There was a pregnant pause before I remembered my manners.

"This is Christina Buchanan, Senior Class President of FFU," I presented our 'Queen'. She and Tawny shook hands, two alpha females testing each other. I started further introduction but was cut off by Tawny's question.

"How do you know the Senior Class President of FFU, Zane?"

"Zane didn't tell you?" Christina marveled. "I figured he would have bragged about it." Seeing Tawny's uncertainty, Christina gave a clever smile and clarified, "Zane is a freshman at FFU."

"But that's a ... All ... how did that happen?" Tawny inquired.

"Zane's turning out to be a very clever boy," Christina grinned knowingly to Tawny who nodded back as if I was a mere mortal amongst titans.

"Please enter, ladies," Tawny said. "Come meet the Alpha Kappa Alpha president, Christina," she continued. "The rest of you, have fun."

It took all of five seconds before the first AKA hit on one of my companions. By the time I made my way to the pool in the back where the music was starting up, it was just me, Barbie Lynn, and Iona. When a tall athletic black student came up and asked Barbie to dance, she turned for my approval which I quickly gave.

"Iona," I whispered to my final FFU lady, "you are here to have fun so relax."

"Can't I stay with you?" she said softly.

"You are with me every other day of the week," I pointed out. No sooner had I said that when another guy came up and asked her to dance. She left me looking somewhat fearful.

I went over to the 'bar' and got a cup of beer but before I could turn around a pair of hands from behind covered my eyes.

"Hey stranger," the female voice addressed me, "I see you delivered on all the hotties."

"I'm glad you appreciate them, Leigh," I replied as I reached up and took hold of her hands. 

I turned around, keeping her hands high so that when I faced her I could place them on my shoulders. I let go and snaked my arms around her waist. While Leigh was still taking in her circumstances, I leaned down and kissed her. I pulled back a quarter-step and her lips parted slightly in surprise which allowed me to kiss her again in greater depth, this time lasting several seconds.

"Wow," she panted when our kiss ended, "you don't waste much time."

"That was a 'thank you' for the invite," I informed her. "Somehow I didn't think a card would suffice." Her eyes grew smoky like awakening volcanic pools of desire.

"Show me how well you can dance," Leigh asked playfully. She led me to the pool's edge and I did my best to not look foolish while she came off as devastatingly seductive.

I was having a lot of fun with Leigh until a second girl, Carly by name, tried to break in. A little tug of war broke out and Leigh staggered back over the lip of the pool. I grabbed her at the last moment and kept her from falling in. Tipping there at the lip of the pool, I smiled and said,

"That was close," to which Leigh smirked and pushed me in.

I reached out and snatched her arm as we both tumbled into the water. Leigh squealed as she plunged into the cool water while most of the other students laughed at us. I helped Leigh out and followed her up so that we were both standing, dripping wet, in the warm late summer air.

"Come with me," Leigh urged, as she took my hand and led me into the house. "I'll get you something dry to wear."

We squished up the back stairs past several amused couples until we dodged into Leigh's room. She immediately started to strip down so I did the same, soon leaving us naked. Leigh walked up to me, rubbing her hands along my hips and chest.

"Why didn't you come by for a swim?" she inquired.

"I had some home issues to work out," I admitted. "Aunt Jill is a bit uptight, but she's getting better, and thank you for that too." Of course, having her so naked and so close wasn't doing my attempts at sexual control any good.

"Is that for me?" she said with a toothy grin, looking at my crotch.

"Actually, I'm turned on by your roommate's 'Hello Kitty' comforter," I joked. "I'm a freak that way." She pouted and started to stroke my cock shaft with one hand while circling my head with two fingers from the other.

"Are you sure about that?" she teased.

Words clearly weren't working so I decided to use the hands-on approach. I started by kissing her, wrapping my hands around her ass and picking her up off the ground against me. When Leigh reached her hand up around my neck to steady herself I rested her cunt on the tip of my penis.

"Oh," she gasped but didn't protest, so I slowly lowered her down, easing my penetration to a comfortable rate.

"Holy Crap, you're filling me up," she murmured as her legs squeezed around my waist. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted as she slid down my length until she was nestled tightly against me. For a minute we remained joined and unmoving as her vagina contracted and expanded against me as she sought equilibrium between my girth and her control.

When Leigh was prepared she gave me a nod signaling her readiness. I squeezed her ass firmly and slowly brought her up to the top then slid her down again. I repeated this several times before something occurred to me and I broke the silence.

"Leigh, I totally spaced on a condom," I apologized, but still kept penetrating her.

"Screw it," Leigh breathed huskily. "I'm good and if you give me something, I know where you live." I began picking up the pace, lifting her quickly and letting her bounce back down hard. "Zane," she added, "I just want you to know I don't normally do this -- ah, fuck!"

"I ... oh, well ... I'm sort of a slut, Leigh. I do this a lot," I responded.

"You had better be good at sex, then," she sighed.

"I'd like to think so," I answered.

"That was ... rhetorical Zane. I saw the way those FFU girls looked at you, like we Kappa Sig girls were poaching on their territory," she moaned playfully. "It is really sexy."

Slap, slap, slap -- by now our rhythm included me rocking my hips up and her squeezing me on the downs stroke with her thighs. Leigh was gasping out every curse word I'd ever heard in every conceivable combination plus some words I didn't know existed as our sex intensified. Finally she slammed me into her closet door so that every time we ground together the door creaked.

Somewhere along the line the burn in my thighs and arms began to register with my hormone-stoked mind but the fires of lust kept me standing and humping. I was beginning to think I'd crash to the floor when Leigh's face lit up with passion and fear.

"Put me down, Zane, put me down," she urged quietly. 

It took me a second to register the request and another to start maneuvering so that I could disconnect us, but that turned out to be a moment too long. Leigh hadn't been in pain; she had been on the verge of orgasm, and my jolts were the final straw. Leigh screamed loudly and in a way that could not be confused with anything but a woman coming to fruition.

"Zzzzzzzzzaaaaannnnneeeee!!!!" she howled in a wall-shaking sonic explosion. Damn, she had to use my name, didn't she? We spun around and collapsed on the bed, Leigh on top for the nonce. She was still going off so I figured 'what the hell' and rolled over on top of her and went back to pounding away. Leigh's head was thrashing from side to side violently while her body trembled with the aftershocks of her detonation.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck ... harder," she rasped out. As Leigh looked at me hungrily and began tearing kisses from me with bestial fury, I was beginning to think I'd short-circuited her higher brain functions. Her motor control skills were a function above par as her tongue, fingers, and vagina could attest.

"Oh damn," she gasped, "oh fuck, oh damn ... ah, ah, ah, ah .... Aaahhh!!!!! Fuck!" she groaned out before screaming her lungs off, shouting out my name again. 

She was driving her pelvis up against me, clawing at my shoulders and back, and kissing the hell out of me yet I still couldn't come. Leigh's eyes blinked then focused on me.

"Are you trying to kill me?" she panted. I shook my head. "Why haven't you come?" she tried next. I had no good answer to that but Leigh rolled me over and started a slow but accelerating bounce, Cowgirl style.

"I'm going to make you cum, you Bastard," she grinned ferociously. I admire a girl who likes a challenge but seriously, Leigh had seemed like such a sweet girl.

"I'm going to own you, Zane Braxton," she growled as she continued to rock my world. "You can fuck the rest but you are coming home with me," she declared. Huh? Where did that come from? "Make me your bitch!" Ex-squeeze me?

"Leigh?" called a worried female voice from outside the door, accompanied by a sharp knock.

In a life approaching normalcy, this would be the point where we wrapped up in the sheets before the door opened; unfortunately, I was in Crazy Town. Leigh kept pounding me hard enough to make the bedsprings squeak.

"Oh, God," gawked a fellow sorority sister as she opened the door and looked inside.

"I ..." had nothing that came to mind that would obfuscate the situation. 

"He is so fucking good," gloated Leigh as she kept riding me. Her 'sister' stepped into the room and shut the door.

"Hey, can I get up now?" I inquired.

"NO!" they both shouted at me.

"You need to keep it down," the newcomer insisted. "They can hear you over the music by the pool," which meant they could hear Leigh, not me. 

With her message delivered I would have expected the second lady to leave but she didn't.

Trying to change things up, I grabbed both of Leigh's wrists and pushed them behind her back. Leigh toppled forward allowing me to push her arms together and grip them in one of my hands. I used my now free hand to bring one of her breasts to my mouth and I took a nibble.

"Make me scream," she begged. Been there -- done that -- been warned from doing that again.

"You," I addressed the as-of-yet-unnamed sorority sister, "get me the sash from her bathrobe and her pillowcase." She looked at me with confusion. "Do it!"

We kept going at it like wild animals until the girl came back with the sash and shook the pillow free from the pillowcase.

"Here you are. What do you want me to do with this? And by the way, I'm Paris," she got out.

"Paris, bind her hands behind her back with the belt," I instructed. Paris looked skeptical.

"What about the pillowcase?" she questioned.

"I'm going to gag her with it," I explained. Leigh looked frightfully turned on by the prospect.

"I'm not sure about this," Paris worried.

"Do it and then you can join us," Leigh offered; Paris almost bound my hand to Leigh's wrists, she was moving so fast. Paris gave me the pillowcase and I held it up for Leigh to bite down on which she promptly did allowing me to tie it behind her head. If nothing else, this was a learning experience for having fun with Barbie Lynn later.

"What do I do?" Paris asked eagerly.

"Strip," I commanded. As she was doing so I pulled Leigh off and positioned her at the head of the bed, face down and knees propped up on her pillow. Paris came to me; I pulled her into my lap and we started kissing.

First Leigh growled in frustration, then she started groaning in arousal as Paris and I got into it. When I felt Paris was ready I bent her over and directed her toward Leigh's rear end.

"What?" Paris wondered.

"Taste her," I told Paris. She leaned forward and gave Leigh's pussy a good solid kiss, followed by a lick as Leigh moaned in response.

Paris put a hand on each of Leigh's buttocks as a prelude to diving into her sister's favors. They developed a back and forth vocalization as Paris pushed Leigh forward before rebounding back. 

That part of the threesome off to a rocking start, I took an identical place behind Paris. She shuddered and spread her legs a little wider as I took my first taste of her.

"Mmmm ..." she exhaled as I went from teasing her lips to dipping my tongue into her depths and twisting it among her folds, inserting a finger into her cunt just below. The clitoris came next, followed by slowly darting my tongue toward her anus.

"Aaahhh ... wow," she moaned as I first touched it. When I went back down she actually twitched her butt and tried to lower herself down to catch my action.

Ahead of me I could hear Leigh starting to go off again, muffled somewhat by her gag. Paris was preoccupied so I figured it was an opportune time to kneel behind her and insert my penis into her nicely snug pussy; for a moment I was afraid she was a virgin. I tried to moderate my progress into her but when I passed the halfway mark, Paris shoved her ass back against me.

"Ugh ... ah ... that's ... fantastic," Paris moaned as I flexed my member inside her vagina. Leigh mumbled something that I assumed was in the affirmative. A series of pushes and shoves were getting us into a good cadence to the point I finally felt my gut beginning to tense in preparation of my own climax; then the door opened.

"Zane," Tawny stated with steely resolve. Both Leigh and Paris separated and rolled to their sides, staring warily at their Sorority President. I was sort of left on my knees with my pecker at attention.

"I told you," Christina retorted smugly to Tawny, as if I was some prized pet.

"Thirty-three minutes," Tawny noted on her watch. "It took him thirty-three minutes to bed two of my girls. That has to be some kind of World record." I had to think fast.

"It's all my fault. I fell into the pool, pulling Leigh in with me, and when Paris showed up..." I fumbled through.

"...She fell into bed with you while simultaneously losing all her clothing as well?" Tawny taunted me.

"That explanation works for me," I shyly agreed.

"Zane, why is Leigh tied up and gagged?" Christina noted.

"Rumor has it that Leigh is a screamer," Tawny informed Christina.

"Oh...I think we can chalk that rumor down as confirmed," Christina smiled.

"Can we get dressed and forget this ever happened?" I suggested.

"The girls can get dressed, Zane, but what are you going to wear?" Tawny smirked as she kicked my pile of wet clothes.

"Leigh, why don't you go over to Zane's place and ask his Aunt to give you a fresh set of clothes," Christina asked.

Paris was rapidly getting redressed but when I crawled around her to free Leigh's hands she turned on me, pressed me to the mattress and gave me a serious oral assault. Leigh removed her gag, Paris sat up to resume dressing, and then Leigh took her turn kissing me before I could rise.

"Enough," snapped Tawny to her two horny sorority sisters. Soon enough both ladies had left, but not before Leigh turned and mouthed 'catch you later' to me; I was left trying to decide if that was a promise or a threat.

"Do I get something to wear now?" I pleaded.

"No," Tawny responded, taking a seat at Leigh's desk and looking me over. Christina came over and sat at the head of the bed (I was still down by the foot).

"So, Zane," Tawny mused, "does this happen to you often?"

"No...well, actually, yes," I muttered in embarrassment, "though this is my first three-way since coming back to the States."

"We could have another one right now," Christina stated, her voice husky with desire as she reached for my hand.

I'm not sure what look of surprise/horror must have come over my face because both Christina and Tawny burst out laughing.

"At least you don't assume you are 'all that,'" Tawny chuckled.

"Oh, he has his egotistical moments," Christina informed her, "isn't that right, Zane?"

I took that moment to cover my crotch with Leigh's pillow, which seemed only polite. Tawny waved her hand majestically.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 05



"Huh?" I wondered, which only had her make the same dismissive wave with her hand. "You have got to be kidding me?" Tawny looked to Christina who nodded her assent. "I..." the protest began but I realized it was pointless so I removed the pillow exposing my still hard and as yet unrelieved cock.

"To answer Christina's earlier question, I do have my moments but I think most of Christina's problems with me relate to the fact that I'm going to put her through a moral realignment," I related.

"Oh?" Tawny looked surprised. "Do tell."

"You saw that girl with more metal than sense that came in with us? Zane has gotten it into his head that he needs to defend her," Christina explained.

"She deserves a chance here just like everyone else," I countered.

"She's a thief, drug user, vandal, and generally violent to those around her; she's a felon," Christina lectured me.

"You used to wear diapers; do I call you a bed-wetter?" I lashed back, followed by a moment of silence.

"I see what you mean, Christina; he's very defensive of her. She must be pretty good in bed," Tawny observed.

"As far as I know, they've never slept together; they are only friends," Christina informed her.

"That's charming," Tawny remarked softly.

"I found it quite grating at first but I confess his attitude has grown on me," Christina admitted. "You would think that given his living circumstances, he'd be more self-centered..."

"Or gay," Tawny finished.

"Don't you have boyfriends you should be meeting, or discovering?" I questioned.

"I'm happy where I am," Christina answered.

"Me too," Tawny added. I got up and headed for the door when Tawny stopped me. "Where do you think you are going?"

"I need a wash cloth," I answered. "I'm a bit of a mess," I indicated my cock with a flicker of my eyes. Of course, my sneaking down the hall, naked, in the middle of a party would cause its own problems.

"I'll take care of that," Tawny grinned. I had this sudden vision of Tawny going down on her knees and cleaning my penis with her lips and tongue but in reality, she headed to the door, called over a sister, and sent her on the errand. 

I flopped back on the bed with a sigh then let my eyes wander around the room. They came to rest on Christina who was studying me. I leaned over, propped myself up on my tortured knees and leaned in to kiss her because it was something I wanted to do since I first met her.

"No," she responded. I kept leaning in until she raised a finger to my lips to stop my progress. "No," she repeated, but a playful fire danced in her eyes. 

I stopped and rocked back onto my ass. Tawny had watched the exchange with interest and now came off the chair and stood before me. I was looking into the cleavage of her burgundy shirt and nice, if not Barbie-licous, tits. I rose up, put my hands on her elbows, and started to pull her toward me but she shook her head.

Tawny took my hands, untangled them from my hold on her, and pressed them behind my back. This has the unwelcome effect of propelling her pubic area onto my over-eager cock. I had the strangest feeling Rio had scrawled 'Lil Bitch' on my forehead with red lipstick because I was being freaking abused by these two.

She drew me into a kiss that rolled into another like waves crashing upon the beach. By the end we were both panting, our bodies pressed tightly together. Tawny rested her head against my chin (she's tall with heels) and looked upon Christina.

"Aren't you worried about someone taking him away?" she teased her fellow Alpha female.

"He'll be there when I want him," Christina stated smugly.

"I think we need to clarify our relationship," I mutter to Christina through Tawny's hair. "I was leaning more toward making you my sex toy and keeping you in my basement."

"Truly, Zane, would you ever restrain me?" Christina asks seductively.

"Physically or emotionally?" I ask.

"Emotionally," she answered.

"No. I could never do that to you, Christina. It would kill you inside," I respond truthfully.

"See?" Christina told Tawny, "He loves me." Tawny's reaction is not what I expected. She turned back so that our eyes are only inches apart.

"If you ever need help getting over that heartache, you know where to come," she breathed into me.

"Aaahhh...thank you?" I managed to get out. A girl knocked on the door, breaking our embrace as Tawny had to go to the door and get my wash cloth and towel. By the time I was done Leigh had come back breathless with a fresh set of clothes for me. While I got dressed Tawny and Christina left, dragging Leigh along with them. I hadn't been here an hour but I already felt like I'd been through three rounds of a prize fight.

Reaching Heaven

Sliding through the halls I ended up near the game room when someone backed into me. It was Heaven being aggressively advanced on by a tall, slender guy in an AKA jacket, so I side-stepped Heaven and placed an arm around her waist. Heaven's head flashed toward me first in anger, then in surprise.

"Hey, Heaven," I greeted her, and since she was still looking at me, I kissed her lightly on the lips. Fortunately, Heaven actually managed to look grateful for the intervention but things weren't over yet.

"Hey, buddy," the guy smiled with not a hint of friendliness as he pushed my chest, "I'm working here."

"Hey, buddy," I grinned right back, "she came here with me."

"Ha," he snorted, "this is an AKA -- Kappa Sig function. If you crash the party, you should expect to share," as if my ladies were a candy bar or a pack of gum. As he spoke, he reached for Heaven's arm to pull her away but I caught his wrist.

"We were invited too so you should back off and find someone else more appreciative of your charms," I warned him. He shook his wrist free and gave us an evil grin as he backed off.

"She's not worth it," he sneered.

"Loser," Heaven shot right back, giving him a palpable slap to his ego.

I caught sight of Chastity watching the whole exchange, giving me a quick nod before feigning attention for a blonde, buff AKA brother; Heaven had another guardian but I'd interfered before she'd come into play.

"Zane, you can let go of me now," Heaven muttered.

"No. You have to kiss me first," I whispered into her ear.

"Not going to happen," Heaven declared softly. I waited for her to shrug me off but she didn't.

"Do you want to go out back?" I asked.

"No," was her monosyllabic response.

"Listen, we can go outside and have a good time, or I can take you upstairs and fuck your ass until..." I whispered into her ear "...you beg me to stop."

"I'm not afraid of you," she defied me, at which point I steered her to the stairs heading up. We found the linen closet open and unoccupied so we slipped in, shut the door, and turned off the light so the only illumination came from the slats in the door.

I pressed Heaven's back against the wall and dove into her tasty lips. Heaven responded hungrily, wrapping her arms around my neck and running her hands through my hair. I had to remind myself that this woman had been painfully cruel to me on multiple occasions.

"Thank you, Zane," Heaven whispered up to me, her dark eyes glimmering in the pale light seeping in from the door. I decided to not ask what she was thanking me for.

"You aren't trying to get out of having sex with me, are you?" I taunted her back. My first instinct was to force her to turn around facing the wall and having my way with her -- there was still a bit of lingering hate on my part going on but...

"Turn around," I requested. Seeing her hesitation... "I really want you right now."

"Oh," she exhaled, then she giggled and turned around, taking little steps and rubbing against me.

"Let me know what you like," I whispered into her ear. I let my hands coast along her throat until my fingertips touched, then I withdrew them back around and down her shoulders. I felt a slight flutter course through Heaven before I worked down her back to linger at her ass.

I knelt behind Heaven and began massaging each cheek in turn, moving them together then pulling them apart. I kept the massage going for two minutes before Heaven began slipping her high heels farther apart and pushing back against me. I let my hands slide down to the bottom of her short red dress, then began hiking it up to the small of her back.

She had on a thong which I imagined made strapping down her own cock a little difficult. I kissed her left cheek first; Heaven trembled so I kissed the other, inducing a tiny moan. I rested my hands on her hips and pulled her back into my kiss, swiveling her hips sensually around so that I could bring them to my lips.

In the dim light I could see Heaven ball up her fists and claw the wall in sexual tension. I pulled her butt floss aside and began to dart my tongue from the top of her ass and working my way down. Heaven pushed up on her toes eagerly, trying to move my tongue to her anus.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked her.

"Stop and I'll beat you back into high school," she growled in a throaty voice. I'm not sure how hard you would have to stomp someone to beat them back a whole school year but I definitely decided to not find out. I began slowly probing her ass with my tongue, occasionally licking up to the cleft and down to the cloth covering her balls.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ah, ah, ah, ah," Heaven panted. "Oh, yes...fuck yeah, right there," she went on and on. I sneaked a hand between her legs and brought it up subtly to her contained penis and began to rub it, causing her to jolt, clench her teeth, and stifle a yelp.

"Am I better than Christina?" I asked. Heaven shimmied in agitation before responding.

"No...but you are good," she allowed. I answered that with a finger coming up and pressing into her ass. I alternated between tongue and finger until she was good and slick. I stood up, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down with my underwear. 

"I hope you are ready," I informed her, with my need evident as my penis came free and rubbed up between her butt cheeks. Heaven started trying to reposition herself to capture me inside her.

"Are you going to make me your lover?" I whispered into her ear.

"Shut up," she gasped back. I drew back even as she pushed up as far as she could go and tried to wiggle her asshole onto my cock.

"I don't want this to be some random fuck, Heaven. I want to do this again. Make me your lover," I repeated. Heaven groaned loudly.

"No," she choked back a sob. I pressed the tip of my cock against her opening and she responded by slowly pushing against me. "I...I'm...Zane, I'm..." she whimpered with self-doubt.

"You are beautiful," I told her softly.

"Aaahhh..." she gasped as her resistance collapsed and my prodding head popped in. "Zane," she purred, "so good." I was sure it was painful but Heaven wouldn't show it.

"Make me your lover," I said yet again as I slid a bit more of me into her rectum.

"No," she moaned, so I stopped myself and held us there. "Don't pull out," she begged.

"I'm not going to," I promised her, "but say it anyway."

"You are my lover," she whispered. "You are my lover," she repeated a little louder.

"Now tell me you're my bitch," I taunted her.

"You are my bitch," she teased me right back between sobs of pleasure.

"I'll take that," I told her, before nibbling on her earlobe. I kept tantalizing he ear, neck, and shoulder as I let her gently adjust to my cock as it entered her.

"Oh, God," she exhaled softly, "is there more?"

"Yes, but you are over half way," I calmed her. "We'll take it easy."

"Oh, oh, oh, God...fill me up, you bastard," she panted. "I can take it...oh, God, I can take it." She was psyching up for the extreme sensations she was going through. She wasn't losing her anal virginity; she was losing it again but in her way, on her terms.

I slowed my entrance when I heard her choked sobs. I pressed down on her until my head was beside hers. It was left unspoken that I was here if she needed to express herself.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." then she noticed how I was positioned and she fell silent for a moment. "Zane, I'm...okay."

"Damn, Heaven, you are so sexy right now," I groaned, "so damn tight."

"Fuck me like you mean it," she replied, "like I'm your woman."

"I'm not all the way in yet," I cautioned her.

"Oh...well...get to it. I...I can take it," she ground out somewhat fearfully.

"Promises, promises," I playfully scolded her, accentuated by short jabs deeper into her ass.

"Oh...fuck you," she gasped. "I can...I can do this, I can do this...oh, God." On the last 'oh God,' I finally pressed as tightly to her butt as I could and settled there. 

We remained locked together until Heaven reached back and ran her fingers through my hair.

"I'm ready," she whispered to me.

"Heaven, I'm going to do what I promised; I'm going to fuck you until you can no longer stand," I reminded her.

"You don't...have...what it takes...freshman. Give it...your...best shot," she panted.

I didn't rush to her challenge right away, taking it nice and slow at first. My cock withdrew until my cockhead was at the point it distended her anus.

"Aaahhh...perfect," she whimpered and started to tremble uncontrollably. I started returning to her, letting her vibrations rise and crash as I made my way back down.

On that last inch down Heaven suddenly pushed back against me and cried out, "Yes!" This made me smile. Sex is good, but sex when your partner is totally into the sex is fantastic. It still baffled me that people would want to use sex as pain -- to punish. It is like cooking a five-course meal and eating the ashes of your campfire instead. 

I moved my hands from her hips to her breasts, caressing them as I repeated the process of receding then plunging in deep. Heaven reacted by thrusting my cock home and grunting from her gut as she did so. Our pace and tempo increased until I was slamming her hard, the sweat on her ass and my thighs enhancing the 'slap, slap' as we went at it.

Heaven shuddered, then she desperately reached out and fumbled among the towels. A hand towel came flying my way and I noticed she grabbed another one and began shoving it between her legs -- she was about to orgasm.

"Don't let me scream," she hissed.

Since one hand was down below and the other was keeping me from pumping her through the wall, I figured she wanted to be muffled. I got there right on time as Heaven made seven sharp intakes of breath then cried out. I reveled in her anal ring spasms around me, the heat of her body burning my penis with her intensity.

When Heaven began to slump as she coasted down from her high I released her breast and wrapped an arm around her waist and held her against me. Heaven's knees wobbled but she didn't fall so it was time to turn up the screws.

"Round two, Heaven," I warned her as I picked up my piston-like motion once again and released the towel on her shoulder.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...you bastard," she gasped. Now I rested my hands on her hips once more to maintain our rhythm. I could feel Heaven struggling to keep up her breathing with her diaphragm constantly disrupted by her sexual aftershocks. My pounding into her weak flesh caused her tight, firm ass to ripple and brought forth more animalistic noises from Heaven.

"What a great piece of ass," I praised her. "I want you, Heaven, and I'm not going to stop loving your body until you can't take it anymore."

"Fuck you...oh...yes...God... God yes...I'm..." and I muffled her once again as the second eruption came quickly after the first.

I remained merciless in my assault, to the point I had pushed her fully against the wall, still on the tips of her toes. I wouldn't stop; I felt this was a challenge we should both meet.

"Ah...Zane...tell me...you...love me," Heaven wheezed.

"I love you, Heaven. You feel so right in my arms," I gasped. She sighed lustfully and I kept thrusting.

"I...I can't take anymore," she begged with bated breath.

"I want to hear you say that you surrender to me," I growled as I let my cock reach its farthest penetration, then gave one might shove entering new territory. Heaven's mind and body collapsed at that moment.

She hit her orgasm as she lost total emotional and physical control. She was flopping against me until she retreated from her third climax and she was pretty much at my mercy. I pulled her off me, slowly rolled her over on the wall and let her slide down. Heaven's crotch was covered with a towel. I stepped forward with my cock pressing toward her face.

"Suck it," I demanded of Heaven. She looked up at me defiantly, then to my cock with fatigued breaths. My cock had just come out of her ass and here it was within tongue's reach of her lips. Heaven looked over her options and right at the point I was sure she would refuse, two trembling hands rose up and took hold of my shaft and balls.

Her tongue licked the tip of my cock; Heaven judged the taste and she went back down to take in more of my cock. One hand stroked the staff while the other began massaging my balls. After several efforts to swallow most of my chock she started talking.

"You Bastard," she gulped. "Next time cum in my ass, but right now I'm thirsty."

I took my hands to her head and began fucking her face at a steady pace. Heaven pressed her hands against my thighs to stop me then started bobbing her head instead. She wasn't the best yet but she was improving wonderfully, learning more patience as well as becoming a better judge of my reactions to what she was doing.

Gobbling and slurping noises followed as her uncertainty faded and she began to bask in the power she had over me.

"Ready to cum, Zane?" she said with a sloppy wet smile. I nodded vigorously. "I'm not done with you yet," she laughed, "so you had better keep it together."

"Crap," I gasped, as she took in more of me than previously done. She let my cockhead rub against the back of her mouth repeatedly before finally pushing it past her gag reflex. She couldn't do it for long but she kept at it until I couldn't take the throat contractions anymore.

"Cumming," I gasped. Heaven grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me in as far as she dared.

She didn't press her nose to my stomach but she came close. I grabbed her head and began shooting off into her throat. Heaven choked and sputtered, drinking me down in several gulps. She ran her tongue along my shaft as she languidly withdrew me to her lips. She sealed her blowjob with a final kiss and lick to my head, catching that last drop of semen.

Heaven slumped against the wall panting heavily, licking her lips and letting her hands fall to her lap.

"Is this what it is like?" she whispered more to herself than me. I lifted her up onto her shaky legs and pulled her tightly to my chest.

"No..." she muttered, but then her tone changed and she wrapped her arms around my waist, "Fuck it," she sighed, and put her head on my chest. "I can hear your heartbeat," she commented. 

"Your breath against my chest feels pretty good too," I whispered to her.

"Let's get dressed," she responded after a moment. "We should get back to the party."

"I hate you," Heaven declared as we were cleaning up.

"Why?" I wondered. Had I accomplished nothing?

"You are fun," she snapped, as if she was declaring me to be a Satanist.

"That is a bad thing?" I questioned.

"Yes...no...damn it, I want to spend time with you and that's not right," she explained desperately. Seeing that her message wasn't getting through, "You are a man," she added.

"I have no idea what you have against my gender but can't you take a chance and believe that I'm not like other men who have been in your life?" I suggested.

"See, that is why you are bad for me," she sounded exasperated. "I want to believe you and I know you only want me for the sex."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 05



"Yes, absolutely; I want to have sex with you. Heaven, you are a terribly attractive woman and what is wrong with wanting to make love to you?" I countered.

That brought her up short as she looked deeply into my eyes.

"Zane, I'm not a woman; I'm a guy," Heaven whispered.

"Did we just make love?" I reposed. I could see her struggle with that and then I knew; she'd been fucked and used like some -- piece of meat but a man had never made love to her until now. 

"Yes, Zane, yes, we did," she said softly. "We made love."

"Good, because I'd like to do it again. Can I expect to see you once a month?" I requested.

"Once a month," Heaven told me with a sweet smile on her face, "I'm far hungrier than that."

"We may have to work something out with Barbie Lynn," I pointed out.

"Barbie Lynn can kiss my ass," Heaven declared, and to emphasize her point, she grabbed my cock through my pants, saying "Mine!" with a shark-like snarl.

"Weren't you kicking my ribs in three days ago?" I reminded her.

"Oh, don't be a wimp," she snapped, but like lightning flashing across the horizon, she changed tack. "I promise I'll make it up to you," she moaned as she rubbed her body against me.

"I'd like for you to make it up to Rio too," I hinted.

"Hell, no!" Heaven growled. "There is no way I'm going to fuck Rio."

"Damn right; if Rio knew she was going to have sex with you, she'd go out and buy the biggest strap-on possible and you wouldn't walk straight for a week," I nodded.

"You would like to see that, wouldn't you?" she suspiciously accused me.

"No. That would hurt like a bitch and I don't want to walk funny for a week," I replied straight-faced. For a millisecond Heaven got angry, then she let it bleed away and laughed instead. Maybe Rio taking my ass with a dildo was something Heaven found amusing.

"Fine, Joker. Let's get back to the party before Christina realizes I'm missing," Heaven told me.

"Turn around," I asked her. Heaven glared at me then rolled her eyes in mock disgust, turned around, and thrust her ass back. I leaned down and bit each cheek once more. I was rewarded with another sharp intake of breath by Heaven which she attempted to hide.

"Can't get enough?" she purred while looking at me over her shoulder and smiling.

Heaven was clearly enjoying herself, which was kind of neat, but I didn't want her getting too cocky. I stood and spanked her hard on the ass causing her to jump.

"Ow!" she got out before I took her jaw in hand and kissed her. Our tongues wrestled and entwined deeply before we separated and made for the door. 

We stepped out to mild applause from a gathering of eavesdroppers before making it to the stairs. Out of the blue, Heaven reached out and interlaced her fingers in mine as if it was the most normal thing in the world. As we walked into the kitchen Hope detached herself from some guy who was busier staring at the cleavage of her strapless white dress than actual conversation.

"Where have you guys...oh, my God," she giggled as she looked into Heaven's blushing face. "Shit, Zane, how many girls do you plan to nail tonight?"

"It's not like I have some Grand Plan, Hope," I shrugged helplessly.

"When is my turn?" Hope joked as the guy she'd been talking to came up. Heaven gripped my arm tighter but I had the feeling that had more to do with Hope's comment.

"October twenty-second at eight-thirty," I tossed back to her. Hope smiled at us before pulling Heaven to her. "Let Zane go for a while," she told Heaven softly. "We know where he lives ... and where he sleeps." Together, the two ladies turned to face the 'guy', allowing me to head out in search of Iona.

Oh, So This is How I Got Here

I found Iona corned by some dark-haired stocky man against the bar. Iona had 'victim' written all over her face and he was coming across as a pit bull with the scent of blood.

"Zane!" Iona squeaked as she forced herself past him and into my arms.

"Hey, Babe," I responded with real affection, stroking her hair gently for emphasis.

"I told you my boyfriend was coming for me," Iona told the AKA man scowling at me. He skulked off for greener pastures and Iona wrapped her arms around my waist. "I prayed you'd come back for me. You left me and I couldn't find you," she pleaded.

"Iona, why didn't you simply text me using '911'?" I questioned her. "I'd have come running." Iona, our tech-genius, blushed in embarrassment at my simple suggestion to her dilemma.

"Oh...yeah, I could have done that," she mumbled. We spent several minutes rocking slowly to the music, Iona pressing with her back to me and my arms around her. "I have to go to the bathroom," she told me quietly. "Come with me?"

"Girl's bathroom, here we come," I smiled down at her.

We made our way to the middle of the house to one of two lower bathrooms, this one devoted to girls for the night. As Iona gave me a quick, shy grin and disappeared behind the door, I realized some asshole was giving me the once over. It was the AKA who had been scoping out Heaven. I met his glare until he turned away and left.

Cappadocia gave me a friendly bump as she slipped past me and went into the bathroom as well. "Oh, Zzzzaannnneee..." giggled Cappy, mimicking Leigh's earlier outburst which led me to groan and slump against the wall. Iona came out and beamed with pleasure, maybe dreading that I would have abandoned her again.

Something caught her eye that caused that smile to fade into concern. I looked her way and saw the pit bull, and he'd gained a buddy. Fortunately, the hall ran both ways so I took Iona by the arm and turned to go the other direction -- where I saw Heaven's old beau and he'd grown two AKA clones. With pain so imminent on the horizon I had to wonder if I'd been such a total bastard.

"Get help," I hissed to Iona before pushing her away from me. I moved so my back was to the bathroom door.

"Zane-boy," mocked the Heaven guy, "let's go out back and talk."

"No, thanks," I smiled, "I may be a horny fucker but you are too much of a pussy for me."

As you might guess, that didn't go over well. I weighed my responses and decided my best option was to drag things out until a few FFU ladies could come to my rescue so I let them grab hold of me. What I had underestimated was their sense of entitlement. They didn't feel the need to hide my beat-down. They shoved me through the girl's bathroom door and poured in after me, ready for an immediate infliction of my punishment.

The one silver lining was that they'd thrown the first punch so I was free to lash out. I kicked the first guy coming for me, knocking him back into the wall beside the door. I snaked a punch past the second man's guard but then they overwhelmed me and slammed me into the far wall. I blocked with my thighs and forearms until they pinned my arms, then the body blows began.

"Hold him up," the Heaven butthole growled to his buddies, "I'm going to kick his ass."

"Since your fist is as tiny as your penis, that's hardly a threat," I gasped. My dumb comment earned me a crunching blow to the ribs. Right then, the stall beside us opened up revealing Cappadocia as she stepped out.

"Get out of here, bitch," the guy closest to her snapped. Cappadocia had a moment to assess the situation.

"I kick ass for the Lord," she stated clearly.

"Huh?" the guy had just enough time to say before Cappadocia's spin-kick caught him along his jaw line, slammed his face into the tiled wall, and re-arranged his dental work.

At the same time, my main assailant hammered me again but Cappadocia rapidly became a primary diversion. It was a real pity; they should have been watching the door because Heaven came storming through and kidney punched the first (non-me) bastard she came across. A third guy managed to raise his arms fast enough to partially deflect Cappadocia's next punch.

As they released me, I slumped half-way down the wall before Heaven's bastard launched another kick at me. I was able to block it with my arms. He hauled back again with a snarl on his face when Heaven blazed up behind him, grabbed the back of his head, and pummeled it into the wall. Heaven spun around as Cappadocia yanked me up.

Against us, the last three AKA's were gathering themselves for our rush. Another frat-boy opened the door.

"Guys, is everything..." he began before Rio smashed that nice looking vase I'd last seen in the entryway over the man's head. 

The guy staggered and fell to one knee so Rio kicked him in his butt and sent him sprawling on the floor. Before she could get off more than one war-whoop, yet another AKA yanked her into the hall. Heaven was fierce and I knew Cappadocia could fight but I was far less certain of how well Rio could defend herself; we charged.

Now, please understand that FFU does not turn out super-commandos. It stresses physical fitness and discipline but that doesn't overcome the basic advantage of height, weight and reach of the average AKA brother. Add to that, we were outnumbered two to one and things were looking bad.

One unforeseen advantage we possessed was that if you were FFU, every guy was the enemy (some were still a little conflicted by my existence). The same did not hold true for Alpha Kappa Alpha. Nearly half the girls were Kappa Sigma. All it really took was Iona being a smart little camper.

Iona found Christina and Tawny and rapidly brought them up to speed with the crisis. Christina quickly moved to get her girls out while Tawny rallied her troops to break up the fight. It was inevitable that some confused AKA punched out a Kappa Sig, at which point chaos broke out. In the midst of this, Rio and I bolted for the back in order to gather all the girls in the back of the house.

Heaven and Cappadocia did the same, heading up to the front. The plan was, we'd make for my house with as many as we could gather. With some effort I made it out the back gate with eight of my ladies and we ran for the wood line separating the properties. As we broke through into view of Aunt Jill's house, we ran into Christina and the rest of our expedition.

A quick check showed that though we were bloody and torn, we were all accounted for. The look Christina gave me was scathing and I accepted it with shame because I'd promised my school mates a fun time, not a melee. I was figuring this was the end when Heaven came up and took my hand, smiling up at me.

"That was fun," she laughed. Charity, Faith, and Hope nodded, along with more than half of the other girls.

"What the fuck?" I muttered. Rio laughed and slapped me on the back.

"Just like old times, minus the gunshots and sirens," Rio declared ecstatically. On cue, the sirens began in the distance. As we raced to the house, Heaven couldn't stop grinning like a maniac 

"Damn it, Zane, you stapled a smile to her face," Christina glowered at me once we got inside and, with the quartet, we separated from the rest. "You fucked her, didn't you?"

"What makes you think that?" I evaded. It wasn't like she was either of our parents.

"Assume for a moment I haven't known her like she's my own twin sister -- no, wait, you can't because she is like my twin sister," Christina pointed out. She reached out and took Heaven by the arm.

"Tell me you didn't let him fuck you," she pleaded with her friend.

"I...uh...yes, I dragged him into a closet and let him fuck me up the ass until I could no longer stand, and I loved it...and he wants to do it to me again," Heaven fought back, "and again."

"Zane, why did you do this to her?" Christina turned back to me.

"Duh!" I grumbled, "She's hot and she likes sex. I wasn't aware I needed any more motivation." Chastity lost it and began giggling, which brought down Hope's iron exterior as well. Christina shot them a glance but Chastity wouldn't stop.

"Christina, I think we have a bigger concern," Chastity stated.

"What is that?" Christina responded cautiously.

"I'd worry about which one of us Zane nails next," Chastity explained between snickers.

"Wow," I sighed, "you make it sound like I'm some sort of sexual predator."

"Zane, you are a sexual predator," Hope pointed out.

"I prefer the term service provider," I quipped. Heaven snuck up on me and took my hand. I immediately suspected a judo throw was in my future but instead, she snuggled around my arm like a mini Barbie Lynn. I was suddenly missing the Heaven who wanted to kick me because I knew that personality, where this new one was a mystery.

"Heaven?" Christina questioned her, clearly as confused as me.

"Hey, I've never had a boyfriend before," Heaven shrugged. "I want to get some use out of him." Christina had no comeback for that. I'm thinking 'boyfriend?'

"You do realize you are going to have to share him?" Hope pointed out.

"As long as those other girls know their place, I'm okay with that," Heaven stated matter-of-factly.

"On that note, I'm going to go look for some ladies that actually appreciate me," I announced as I untangled myself from Heaven. As I broke free, Heaven made a grab for my elbow.

"Can we...you know...get together tomorrow?" she asked. I stroked her cheek around her ear and into the hair at the back of her head, bringing her head to me so that we could kiss.

"Sure. I'll pick you up around five. We can hit a restaurant then can catch a movie," I outlined. Heaven blinked with uncertainty.

"I...what?" she muttered.

"Heaven, Zane is asking you out on a date," Christina explained to her friend. Heaven looked over to me for confirmation so I nodded.

"Say 'yes'," Chastity goaded Heaven, who had been rendered speechless.

"Yes," Heaven said to me.

"I'll pick you up in the parking lot at five," I told her before departing in search of Rio, Iona, and Barbie Lynn. 



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 06



(How much sex can one guy have in twenty-four hours and still get to church?)

*The world is a dirty place; from its darkest hole to the most beautiful idea*

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

Running Away From the Fight

"Zane," Barbie Lynn greeted me happily and swept into my arms. Rio couldn't stop grinning like a lunatic and even Iona looked pleased. I was getting ready to do some serious tonsil hockey with Barbie when,

"Zane," called out Aunt Jill sounding worried and confused. I took a deep breath and headed to the stairs were she was standing, still groggy from sleep, in her dressing gown.

"Hey, Jill, the party is over and we'll be heading out soon. There is nothing to worry about," I soothed her.

"Is that sirens I hear?' she inquired.

"I'll go out and check," I promised her and with her nod I whispered good-bye to my closest girls and headed for the front door.

As I opened the door Christina moved to my side with a questioning glance.

"I need to find out how much trouble I've caused the Kappa Sig's," I explained.

"I agree -- we need to go find out how bad the trouble is and apologize to Tawny," Christina corrected me.

We walked once more across the lawn, this time in silence. As we crossed into Kappa Sigma property we noted that most of the cars had departed already but two Sheriff's Deputies had arrived. Tawny Flores (the Kappa Sigma Chapter President), Leigh (a sister) and some guy I didn't recognize were talking to them.

"That is Richard O'Fallon, the President of the AKA Chapter," Christina informed me in a hushed tone. They all flashed us looks as we stopped close by, the lead deputy looking our way.

"That is Christina Buchanan from FFU; she's was a guest at our party, and the boy next to her is Zane Braxton, our next door neighbor," Tawny introduced us.

I waited for the other shoe to drop but it didn't. No one was pressing charges and after taking our statements the Deputies left, somewhat perturbed. Richard gave the briefest of nods before departing himself. From inside the Sorority house we could hear the noises of the sisters cleaning up.

"Well?" Christina asked of Tawny.

"I'm still thinking it over," Tawny responded. "It isn't like a bunch of frat boys are going to admit some girls from a Christian school kicked their asses. Now I need to decide what to do with you. Zane, who threw the first punch?"

"I don't know his name but he was the AKA brother who had been hitting on Heaven earlier. He and four of his brethren shoved me into the downstairs women's bathroom. Earlier he had made a grab for Heaven so I grasped his wrist, but that was as far as that encounter went and that was over an hour before the fight," I related.

"Kappa Sigma has had a relationship with Alpha Kappa Alpha for nearly fifty years. They say you started it. Why should I believe you?" Tawny persisted.

"You may not know me well and I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but do you really think I'd start a fight with five guys in a girl's bathroom?" I answered.

"Yet you still managed to win," she smiled inquisitively.

"I lay the blame for my legendary fighting prowess on Heaven who was the first to come running, and Cappadocia who was actually in the bathroom when the fight started. She's sub-captain of the Karate Team and one of the guys called her a bitch. He'd be the brother on the way to the dentist," I added. 

"I'll vouch for them," Christina stated, "and for Zane. He's not in the habit of being truthful, but he's not going to blame someone else for things he's done either." Considering how tumultuous our relationship had been, that was high praise from Christina indeed.

"I believe that the sisters and I will have to vote on this matter," Tawny addressed Christina. "We will let you know of our decision in a few days."

With that we were dismissed. I walked by Christina's side as we made our exit. At the tree line I looked to Christina.

"I'm sorry," I said softly.

"Did you mean to start a fight?" Christina inquired calmly.

"No."

"Have you ever been to a frat/sorority party before?" she continued.

"No."

"Then what are you apologizing for? You didn't see this coming and you didn't force anyone to show up with you. We came to have fun, we made a mistake, and now I will deal with the consequences," she finished saying. I reached out, took her hand and she didn't pull away.

It took about thirty minutes to get all the FFU girls squared away and most on the road home. Heaven made sure to give my ass a quick squeeze as she departed. By the time I trundled Jill off to bed I'd convinced her that Rio, Iona, and Barbie Lynn could stay. Rio and Iona would share my bed while Barbie Lynn would get the one finished guest room and I'd get the couch downstairs.

I lay downstairs for some time, ruminating over the mess I'd made of things and trying to figure a way out of it, but eventually sleep overcame me. In my dreams my mind wandered over all kinds of improbable events but became focused on a fantasy where Rio, Barbie Lynn, and Leigh were looking down on me and smiling and I was sure sex would ensue.

"Zane...Zane wake up," Barbie Lynn whispered to me.

"Huh...what...am I awake? Is this real?" I muttered.

Now, two things of note; the girls were lined up leaning over the back of the sofa -- Barbie Lynn closest to my head, then Rio, and Leigh (at my waist) and that Barbie Lynn and Rio, not having any sleepwear, were wearing my white dress shirts, closed by only the two lowest buttons, while Leigh was in a thin white tank top and short cut-off denim shorts (which I would see in a moment).

It was around sixty-five degrees outside so Leigh's thick, long nipples were poking through. Rio and Barbie were proving that no matter how crisp the look, a girl always looks better in your shirt than you do. Rio's breasts were playing peek-a-boo with me, but Barbie's were clearly on the verge of busting loose with two luscious mounds of succulent flesh.

Barbie Lynn kicked up her heels and tipped over the back of the sofa and dangled her boobs over my face.

"Is this real enough for you, Honey?" she murmured to me.

"Are you sleeping in the nude, Zane?" Rio teased me. She knew that I was wearing gym shorts.

"I'll check," Leigh volunteered. Before I could do much more than prop myself up on my elbows, and bury my face into Barbie Lynn's chest, Leigh had a hand underneath my light blanket, on top of my shorts, and caressing my throbbing member (I was having a good dream).

"Poo," Leigh pouted, "he has shorts on."

"Hurry and take them off," urged Rio. "He hasn't has sex in over two hours; the poor bastard must be near death from under-stimulation!"

"Your compassion overwhelms me," I muttered sarcastically through Barbie's bounty. By some mystic convergence I ended up with a nipple in my mouth smothering further protest.

I was aware of the blanket being yanked away, my shorts being pulled down my legs and then someone standing on my chest -- gak! Barbie Lynn pulled away from me, moving around the head of the sofa and exposing me to the sight of Rio balancing on my chest and stripping off her shirt. Leigh gingerly vaulted over the back, shimmied her tiny denim shorts down exposing her neatly trimmed pussy for everyone to see.

Rio tossed her/my dress shirt aside, displaying her lack of underwear, and Barbie quickly revealed the same as she appeared once more beside my head. 

"What the hell is going on?" I growled. I should be forgiven for my non-sexual thoughts because I'd had sex earlier in the evening, I was concerned over the damage I may have done to Christina, and it was my prudish Aunt's house.

"I was asleep with Iona when this horny bitch -- Leigh," Rio gestured to Leigh while rhythmically balancing from foot to foot on my chest, "came climbing through your window."

"I left it open when I came over earlier to get your clothes," Leigh confessed. What she didn't mention was how she had to scale the trellis to get to the second floor.

"She was kinky enough to put her tongue into my ear," Rio continued, "like the fucking tease she is but stopped when I turned over looking for a little hot, sweaty lesbian action."

"I didn't want to stop," Leigh protested. "I only suggested that we add Zane in."

"And Barbie Lynn?" I questioned, which caused Rio to roll her eyes.

"I figured you weren't lame enough to actually be sleeping where you were supposed to be so we went over to Barbie-luscious' room, licked her to multiple orgasms," Rio went on.

"No, they did not," denied Barbie Lynn. 

"We might have if she had not been up waiting on you," Leigh grinned.

"So we came down to find you," Rio finished.

"Where is Iona?" I asked.

"We left her in bed," Rio confessed. Leigh scooted down my legs, past my knees and wrapped her hand around my cock.

I took that as an invitation to let my left arm drape off the sofa to Barbie Lynn's leg just shy of her ankle and then worked my way up. Rio drew my gaze and settled down on her knees so that I could place my right hand between her legs.

"You were going to have an orgy and not invite her?" I said, rapidly followed by, "Rio, you forgot two of your piercings," I reminded her as I playfully tugged on her lower lip piercings and elicited a throaty moan from her.

"She was sleeping," Rio groaned, mimicked by Barbie Lynn as I slipped my fingers to her vagina and pressed two inside her wetness, "and I didn't forget."

"Well, go upstairs and give her the option, Rio," I demanded. When she seemed recalcitrant I gave her rings another playful, pleasurable yank.

"Fine," she groaned again, "fine, fine, I'll go get her." Rio stretched her leg out to the floor, stepped over me, and padded off toward the stairs. 

"I'm ready," Leigh panted. She began shifting on her knees toward my groin.

"So am I," Barbie Lynn moaned. She was certainly moist enough, which my fingers could attest to.

Leigh propped up with one hand on my stomach while rubbing my penis along her well-lubricated slit. I kept switching my attention between the two ladies when Rio suddenly appeared at the back of the sofa with a mortified Iona.

"Look who I found spying on us," Rio teased. Iona tried to pull away but Rio kept her hand upon Iona's upper arm.

"Iona, you can sit back and watch if you want but kiss me first," I told her. I would have preferred for Leigh to wait but she was proving to be quite insatiable and as the rest watched, she slid my shaft deeper into her cunt. Leigh raised her face up to the ceiling and exhaled loudly. Iona gazed from Leigh down to me, a strange look coming over her face.

"Zane, I..." Iona began but then words failed her. Actions didn't; she leaned over and kissed me gingerly. "Zane, I ..."

"If you tell him you love him, I'll smack you upside your head," Rio threatened. Iona stammered then fell silent.

"Zane, baby," Barbie Lynn pleaded, "some attention, please." I reached to her thigh with my right hand and directed her pubic mound toward my waiting mouth. Barbie Lynn started to mount my head, facing the head of the sofa.

"Wait," Rio grinned, "turn the other way."

As Barbie changed orientation so she was facing toward my feet, Rio led Iona around to the front of the sofa.

"Who do you want?" Rio asked.

"What?" Iona wondered.

"Fine, you face Barbie Lynn and I'll take Leigh," Rio decided.

I was still doing the body dynamics of the situation, made more difficult by Barbie Lynn lowering her love box within an inch of my face.

"Oh, I get it," declared Leigh. She quickly dismounted my cock only to guide me back into her seconds later, but in reverse cowgirl. One body then settled onto my shins facing Leigh while a lighter body crawled onto my stomach facing Barbie Lynn.

I ran my right hand over this last girl's trembling thigh, moving up toward her pussy. My left hand began petting Barbie Lynn's kitty, avoiding her clit but teasing the tender flesh around it. God the woman feels so good and in the short time I'd known her, so damn perfect for me sexually; so giving and so receptive to whatever our passions dictated.

Leigh's vagina was settling into a nice series of contractions when she began slowly rising up and down. As I licked along her folds, Barbie's nectar coated my tongue and lips. At the same time a finely nailed hand I identified as Barbie's began rubbing against my hand that was beginning to explore between the thighs of the girl on my chest. I found no piercings so I verified this to be Iona.

Though preoccupied by the attention I was paying to Barbie's sweet spot, I sensed a shift in the movements of the two pairs of women above me. Iona kept tensing, shuddering, and then moaning in rapid succession. It took me a moment to catch on that she and Barbie Lynn were making out and I was pretty sure that Barbie was massaging one of Iona's breasts.

At my waist and below the action was far more feisty. Rio was pulsating against Leigh's body, her hands so vigorous that I could feel their strumming over Leigh's breasts, shoulders, neck and face. Her other hand was down alternating between rapidly stroking Leigh's clitoris, squeezing my cock when Leigh rose up, and cradling my balls when she came down.

"Fuck me like you own me, Zane!" Leigh cried out, "Fu-...Mmmphf." That was classic Leigh, going over-enthusiastic on me. I assumed she'd been quieted by Rio's tongue in her mouth. Like an empathic cascade, Barbie began moaning her pleasure with my oral activities and Iona began humping my chest with surprising energy; I was quickly learning to grab my breaths where I could.

In a way, like any eighteen-year-old, I was happy that my long session with Leigh, Paris, and Heaven had given me greater staying power now. As a man who had to be up in five hours and was looking forward to a long day, I was cursed. It had been foolish of me to believe that this would be one little tease and tickle and I'd be done.

Leigh climaxed first, mainly due Rio's far greater experience, especially with girls. While I was getting over that sensation, those two switched places on me like I was some sort of seat at an amusement park ride. If their lips ever left each other's bodies I would have been flabbergasted. What I did discover was that Rio was clearly not a virgin and had no problem with having vaginal intercourse with me.

I was also reminded of what a smart cookie Rio could be. She'd placed Iona in Barbie Lynn's capable hands, letting her sensitive nature nurture Iona through her first real sexual coupling. Barbie Lynn had her really worked up before the busty blonde squeezed her thighs together and hit a prolonged orgasm. Though weak, she managed to coax Iona over my face where I opened her up to a new kind of sensuality -- cunnilingus.

At my first contact, Iona jumped up with a yelp. She held herself there, forearms stiff against the arm rest of the sofa, out of easy reach. I didn't want to rush her into anything she was unready for so I turned my head and began kissing her thighs.

"Zane," she moaned. "Zane ..." Maybe there is some sort of compulsion in women to say my name?

Iona and I began the somewhat awkward process of administering a woman's first cunnilingus experience, complicated by her sitting on my face. To the credit of dozens of Thai women, Iona began squirming in the first few seconds, dripping within a minute, and cumming in my mouth inside of two minutes.

"Grrr...Oh Sweet Jesus, aaaaaaaahhh..." then, of course, "Zane!" Iona growled then cried out.

Barbie Lynn had the presence of mind to lift Iona off me so that I could resume breathing. At that time I assumed that I'd done my part for the day and we'd each go our own way.

"Oh! Me next," Leigh squealed as she removed herself from my knees and took several quick steps to my head. "Hey, Lover," Leigh grinned down at me before settling over my lips.

"Get to work," she demanded as I struggled to work the numbness out of my tongue.

"Come to me," I heard Rio calling to Iona who moments later settled down on my shins. My body began getting a resurgence of adrenaline, allowing me to lick and touch Leigh until she was on a razor's edge. At the same time I felt my cock getting ready to erupt.

I had to tap Leigh several times on the thigh before she'd let me up enough to speak.

"Rio, I'm about to cum," I cautioned her. Rio responded by vaulting off my cock and after some hesitation start to timidly lick it. Timidly lick it ... Rio ... oh crap. Knowing it was Iona giving her first blowjob kicked me over the edge and I began ejaculating. Iona gagged and coughed as the volume and taste hit her lips and tongue.

Several tense seconds followed until a steadier hand and stronger lips took over the duty of milking me dry.

"How was it?" snickered Rio.

"Kind of ... salty," Iona responded after some contemplation.

"Do you want to do it again?" Rio teased.

"Oh, yes!" Iona exulted. "I think I need to get some more practice, though."

"That's Zane; he's our practice dummy," Rio joked to both Iona and me.

"Don't say that," Iona protested (my mouth was busy). "He's very sweet."

"I thought you said he was salty," Rio giggled. I couldn't see Iona blush but I had no doubt she was.

"I...that's not what I meant...Rio!" snapped Iona.

"I can give you pointers," Barbie Lynn intervened. "Come up to Zane's room after ten and we can practice." At what point did I lose possession of my physical being?

I took out my frustrations on Leigh's pussy, strumming her clit violently and tongue fucking her as deep as I could.

"Oh, God, Yes!" exclaimed Leigh. "Fuck, I'm keeping him here with me."

"NO!" vehemently countered all three FFU girls at once. It least I was desirable, right?

Leigh tensed up, spasmed tightly against my lips and nose, and then coated me with her sticky-sweet fluids. Her scream was muffled by Barbie Lynn's lip-lock, coming across as some sexual, desperate growling noise. Rio worked my rod to hardness again and kept jacking me off.

"Who is next?" Rio chimed. I repeat, when did I become a cheap carnival ride?

"I'm up," Barbie Lynn rejoiced, "unless you want to have a go, Iona?"

"No, I can't. I'm still a virgin," Iona sighed.

"That's not a problem," assured Barbie. "There are...alternatives." I was thinking that introducing Iona to heavy kissing, fingering, blow jobs and pussy-licking in one night was enough. I didn't want to break her.

"Let me get you cleaned up," Barbie Lynn told me soothingly as she rubbed her hand over my chest. She got up and headed for the bathroom while Leigh pushed up enough to let me breath freely.

"Come here," Rio told Leigh, offering her a hand. Leigh took it and Rio pulled her off me and to the blanket they'd dumped on the carpet beside the sofa.

The intensity of the following actions projected to me that while Leigh was girl-friendly (what heterosexual guy doesn't hope every sorority sister is?), Rio was a dedicated and proficient bi-sexual. Rio even had the presence of mind to gag Leigh with the sleeve of one of my dress shirts. Iona gazed down at the display stupefied; it was that whole fundamentalist -- homosexuality collision.

"Come here," I suggested to Iona. I drew her forward, clearly urging another tongue-lashing for her.

"Can I sit here..." she smiled down at me when she reached my stomach, "...and look at you?"

"I...uh...yeah, sure," I answered as Barbie Lynn came padding back up silently.

"Here, let me," Barbie grinned as she scrubbed my face clean before she turned her attention to my crotch, using hand lotion to make my cock slick and ready to be inserted into her. As she positioned herself, looking over Iona's shoulder, eyes closed blissfully, Barbie Lynn wiggled forward and backward. Soon enough she began working her way down my length, her ass like a welcoming companion keeping the hearth fires burning inside.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 06



"What are they doing?" whispered Leigh once she'd pulled the shirt from her mouth.

"He's making love to my ass," Barbie Lynn sighed joyfully.

"Barbie Lynn is a virgin so her vagina is a no-go," Rio teased.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Leigh questioned. Barbie Lynn shook her head in the negative.

"Oh, don't let her lie to you," Rio began, "It hurts like a son-of-a-bitch the first time you do it, but Zane's got Barbie here loving it. It has made her one obedient little bitch."

"Rio," I cautioned, "that's not so. Barbie Lynn and I have found something we like, we are good at, and we do it. It's not for everyone."

"So you two have never...Mmmphf," Leigh mumbled as Rio shoved the shirt back in her mouth.

"I'm about to twist her nipples off," Rio explained to the rest of us, "So I had better get her ready."

I found myself torn by the sensation of Barbie's warm, tight rectum and Iona staring down at me with a far-off expression.

"Yes, Iona?" I gasped to her.

"I never ever thought anything like this would happen to me; meeting girls like Rio, Barbie Lynn, and Leigh; meeting a boy like you...both naked with me sitting on your chest...getting so wet and feeling so wonderful," she confessed.

"I thought the first naked man I saw would be on my wedding night, if I ever got married at all," Iona added.

"Fine," I thought out loud, "if we both graduate, we agree to go to the same post-graduate school. I'm pre-med and you are...pre-Law, right?" Iona nodded. "We'll be roommates and I'll vet your boyfriends.

"I'd like that," she smiled at me. 

Barbie Lynn leaned forward and started kissing Iona on the neck where it meets the shoulder. Iona murmured and slowly fell forward with Barbie right on top of her. I began thrusting up into Barbie's rump as she moved forward, bringing Iona's subtle breasts within reach of my mouth.

Beneath the two girls I felt Barbie's hand snake out and begin frigging Iona's slit and clit. We were rocking and sucking together for an uncertain amount of time before a sharp smack against Barbie Lynn's ass brought me back to my senses. Several sharp slaps by Rio followed before Barbie Lynn yelled passionately.

"Jesus Loves Me!" Barbie Lynn screamed before anyone could stop her. How I was going to explain this to Aunt Jill was beyond me. All I did know was that suddenly everyone was as quiet as they could be, considering the panting that was going on.

"Wow," Leigh whispered, "this was fun. We have to do it again."

"Amen to that," Barbie Lynn gasped. 

"Amen," Rio and Iona followed suit.

"Sure," I added, "but not tonight -- I'm beat."

"Oh, come on," purred Leigh, "one more time...for each of us." I tried to cover my eyes with my arm but Iona was still in the way so I settled for nestling into her bosom instead.

Iona moaned softly while running her hand through my hair and pressing me tightly to her. We remained close for over a minute before Rio intervened.

"Iona, let him up," Rio joked. "He's right for once, damn him. We need to get some sleep. If I miss church my parents will skin me alive."

The girls slipped back into their clothes, kissed me with varying, searing degrees of heat, and headed back upstairs.

"When are you coming back home?" Leigh requested as she knelt by the sofa.

"Friday night," I responded.

"That's no good," she pouted. "How about Wednesday night?"

"I have a curfew," I explained.

"What time is it?" she persisted.

"Ten o'clock," I answered.

"I can make that work," Leigh assured me with a lascivious grin. "Show up at eight." At this time, protesting the situation didn't seem all that wise.

Raining On My Parade

Sunday morning around the breakfast table was rather awkward. It took one look from Jill to me and the others to know that she knew what had happened during the night; it was the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room that no one wanted to acknowledge. I would have preferred that Jill was angry with me because the hurt look she shot my way made me feel like a low-down dirty dog.

"Jill," I promised, "I'm going to take the ladies back to campus so that they can get dressed and we'll meet you at church."

"I...okay," Jill said dully. I race upstairs and dressed before coming back down to collect everyone for the ride to school.

"Well, that was memorable," Rio quipped as I pulled out of the driveway.

"Do you think she suspects something happened last night?" Iona asked timidly.

"With the screaming some of you bitches did, I think the whole sorority heard us," Rio mocked. I saw Iona blush in the rearview mirror and Barbie Lynn shot me an apologetic look.

"I'd rather have to deal with your enthusiasm, Barbie Lynn, than not be with you," I assured the blonde with a squeeze to her knee. Her responding grin was hungry with lust -- damn it.

"What about the rest of us?" Rio questioned playfully.

"I'd really miss Iona," I answered snidely, "but you, not so much, Rio."

"Oh, you are just pissed," Rio laughed, "that I put some batteries up your butt and looked for the vibrate switch."

"Why do you have to be so mean, Rio?" Iona asked.

"She's not being mean," I preempted Rio. "She likes us and she'd do anything for us, though she'd never admit it."

"That's not true," protested Rio. "I like Iona but that's only because she's so small I could fit her into my carry-on luggage and use her as my personal sex toy."

"What about Barbie Lynn?" Iona inquired.

"I'd like to spend a few days in an isolated cabin teaching ol' Barbie the joys of Sapphic Love, but in the end I'd be too jealous of her ginormous boobies to keep her around," Rio explained as she reached over from the back seat and grabbed both of Barbie Lynn's breasts and gave them a big squeeze.

"Hey!" yelped Barbie Lynn, more surprised than outraged as she slapped Rio's hands away. We coasted up to the security gate to the campus parking lot so we had to calm down. 

Getting the ladies dressed and back to the car in time was comparatively easy after that. What to do once we got to church was another matter.

I had never been to this Sunday school and Barbie Lynn was of no help because she taught school to the nine-years-old and under crowd. Rio and Iona had previous experience at other churches but if it hadn't been for Christina and company, I'd have been at a total loss. They went to the women's class while I went to the men's (18-25) class, but they gave me some names to go by, including Mr. Coleman, my teacher.

Barbie Lynn had found out which book of the Bible we'd be studying but I'd failed to get to it so I was somewhat at a loss. Mr. Coleman was kind enough to stop calling on me after thirty minutes of humiliation but I served as the butt of amusement for my male colleagues for the entire time. I silently resolved to sleep with all their girlfriends if at all possible, but that was the angry, sleepy me talking.

My revenge turned out to be swift in coming. When we departed class and made the slow migration toward the Church proper, I was immediately inundated with FFU girls, all two hundred of us. The majority of the girls sat in one section of the church and convincing Aunt Jill to join our little group of Barbie Lynn, Rio, and me allowed us to stay together.

In short order I was the center of bevies of young ladies from the college as we took over a section of the Tabernacle in the back of the church until they were ready to begin. We sang, had a reading selected from the Old Testament, another song, a shorter reading from the New Testament, and then a long sermon about the wickedness of the material world.

Sitting in this massive house of God, plush cushion under my tush, hair touched by state-of-the-art climate control, with marble and teak floors/walls/ceilings and huge stained glass windows, I could sympathize with the whole 'Material World being evil' vibe. Pastor William corrected me by explaining the blessings God places upon his 'Anointed Ones', people chosen by God for success. I wasn't sure which book of the Bible that was discussed in.

We finished up with the collection and another song before the service concluded and we were allowed to disperse. Rio grabbed my bicep so hard that her fingernails bit through my jacket and shirt.

"For the love of God, Zane," Rio hissed, "get me out of here. I swear I'll give you my virginity ... again if you just get me out of this cesspit."

"It isn't so bad," Iona commented, "but it is awful big." Apparently missing the exchange, Aunt Jill dragged me toward the front of the church, not toward the rear exit like I wanted. Several men had gathered around Pastor William, mostly elderly looking but two or three younger ones as well.

"Ah, Glenn Braxton," Pastor Bill greeted me with that creepy smile, "your aunt tells me you want to become more active in the church."

That was the first I'd heard about that, or even thought it, but I elected not to embarrass Jill.

"I guess that's a possibility," I allowed. "What do you have in mind?"

"I think we could have a spot for an assistant with the Festivities Committee," Bill graciously presented to me. "They meet every Wednesday night at six."

"That would be fantastic," I lied. I would have worried more about lying in a House of God had Pastor Bill not been wearing enough cloth of gold to feed the town's homeless for a month.

"Fine," Bill grinned. "Lance, why don't you show young Glenn where he needs to show up?"

One, no one has called me 'young Glenn' since I was eight; Two, Lance was Lance Wellington, Mayor's son, just started George Mason Law School, handsome and vain, and yes, he mocked me in Bible class too.

Lance separated from the crowd around good ol' Bill with a smile that was as false as it was cultured. I shook the limp hand he offered but my return smile had nothing to do with Lance. A gorgeous young woman with long hair so pale blonde that it looked white in the filtered sunlight walked up and stood dutifully beside Lance.

"My fiancé," Lance gloated, as he possessively wrapped an arm around her waist, "Felicity Tolliver."

"Nice to meet you," I greeted Felicity. She hesitated a moment before shaking my hand while Lance looked on as if he was waving a nice, new toy in front of my face.

"You are an FFU alum," Rio interjected herself into the conversation.

"Rio Talon," I introduced her to the couple, "and Iona Becket." Barbie Lynn hadn't joined us yet.

"Felicity, what do you do now?" Rio beamed a deceptively friendly look. "Have you ever thought about helping out at the University? I bet you'd be great at it. I've only just met you but I feel inspired by your accomplishments."

What the fuck was all that about?

"Oh, thank you," Felicity responded. "I spend all my time getting our home ready for Lance so when we get married in the spring, everything will be ready."

I repeat myself, what the fuck was that all about? The woman had a college degree and she was reduced to being a one-shot interior designer?

"Maybe you could recruit some of us girls to help you at your house and in turn, you could give us pointers on what we can expect from life after we graduate," Rio kept going. Felicity clearly warmed up to the idea but waited on Lance to make his opinion known.

"Enjoy yourself, Felicity, with your little schoolmates," he told her in a condescending tone and added to the insult by actually patting her on the head.

"I'd be happy to come by the school, then," Felicity grinned like a loyal little puppy.

"That's great," Rio all but bounced up and down with enthusiasm. "I can't wait to see so much more of you and get to know all about you."

"That's enough of your little friends, Glenn," Lance stated. "Let me show you where you need to report to on Wednesday." 

Right then Barbie Lynn showed up so I fished out my keys and threw them to her.

"Barbie Lynn," Felicity exclaimed before they hugged one another. I wanted to stay and ask some questions but Lance strutted away and I had the feeling I was supposed to follow him around like a well-trained dog.

I was regaled with the plentiful data that Lance knew about the church and who was who in it; my input was never required or even wanted. Only when I got to the actual conference room did I get any pertinent information; namely, that the Festival Committee was made up of the housewives of various bigwigs in the church hierarchy.

Apparently he found that I was on a 'women's committee' to be mirthful because there was some inherent inferiority in doing women's work. I decided to not throw a piddling little thing like childbirth in his face but then I began to have doubts that Lance ever had a mother. 

"The committee is chaired by my Mother," Lance said dismissively. Well, damn, he did have one.

"Is she good looking?" I asked innocently. Lance looked at me with confusion, as if how a woman looked could ever matter, so I clarified. "Can I see what she looks like so I will know her when I see her?" Lance grunted non-committedly and showed me a picture of a woman on his phone. Holy Crap! She was Felicity but twenty-five years older, richer, and more mature in features.

"Have you ever thought you might have an Oedipus complex?" I had to ask. His mother and fiancé looked so much alike.

"What?" Lance said, rather confused.

"Oh, nothing," I evaded. "I need to get back to school." Lance clearly dismissed my earlier question as irrelevant and moved on with his life, which fortunately led me back to the parking lot and my girls.

I dropped the girls off at campus, pleaded with Barbie Lynn to meet me after curfew (she liked it when I begged), and raced back to Aunt Jill's for our midday meal. 

After a few bites,"Zane, I saw what happened last night and I was shocked," Jill proclaimed.

"How much did you see?" I questioned.

"Enough," she snapped. "Zane, why do you let those women abuse you like that? What are they threatening you with?" she pleaded with me to tell her. I was speechless. How did she reach that conclusion to last night's events?

"Aunt Jill, this is part of my Christian duty, to learn humility from my classmates. And trust me, I was humbled last night...repeatedly."

"I didn't know about this," Jill wondered.

"It teaches me to obey those in authority, Jill. Maybe we could try it out here. They call it the Handmaiden's Duties. You can demand of me any task that does not cause permanent physical harm, Jill, absolutely anything you can come up with."

"I've sung songs, carried book bags, given massages, cleaned rooms, and changed light bulbs. There is nothing overly sexual about it, but nor is it forbidden. I do a lot of kissing as well, but it is all in good fun. Aunt Jill, take some time and think of something around the house you can command me to do, all for the sake of teaching me humility."

"Zane, did you like what they did to you?" she finally asked. 

"Most of it was fun but there was a time when they had me crawl everywhere on my knees, which led to those bandages you saw earlier," I responded, totally avoiding what she really wanted to know -- namely about the sex.

"I thought they couldn't hurt you," she questioned.

"Special case; the Chancellor wants me gone so the normal rules don't apply," I informed Jill.

"That's not...is there anything I can do?" she responded.

"I'm good. She learned that I was more than willing for them to put me in the hospital and sue their asses off. Of course, that was this week. Next week it will be something new," I grinned.

"Zane, have you prayed on the matter?" Jill asked sincerely.

"Aunt, I worship every night," I replied; technically true as I was worshiping the female form every chance I got.

"I am sure that God will provide you with a solution," Jill promised me. I almost hoped she was right.

I Fought the Law

After returning to school, changing clothes, and doing some homework, I returned to the parking lot right before five, still chuckling over Rio's amorous plans for Felicity...or more like darkly sensual plans for her. Iona and I made more constructive plans for a Tuesday evening get-together of the freshman class up in the Solarium. A great cleanup would hopefully ensue.

Christina stood by the car while Heaven leaned against it. I admit that I resented her being there but Christina had this thing about protecting her best friend. As I approached, Heaven got up and walked around to the passenger side of the car.

"Whoa, where are you going?" I inquired. Heaven and Christina looked confused, then Heaven looked a little pissed.

"I need a kiss," I explained to Heaven.

"Zane, don't be an ass," Heaven growled but all I did was tap my lips with a finger. Christina had the good sense to stay out of this. "Grrr..." Heaven snarled as she stomped around the car to me. She leaned up and gave me a brief kiss, then backed away. 

"You can do better than that," I whispered to her seductively. "Kiss me as hard as you want me to hammer you tonight." That got her all screwed up inside and I could see it, but in the end lust won out over bad dreams and Heaven sensually stepped into me, pulled my face to her by the back of my head and kissed and kissed and kissed, our tongues warring for some time.

"I don't know if I can live up to that," I panted down at her.

"You had better," she taunted me as she patted my face then walked away.

"When should I expect you back?" Christina spoke up.

"I'll have her back by curfew," I assured her. Heaven snorted.

"I'll bring him back when I'm done with him," Heaven chortled; she was really enjoying this now. We remained remarkably silent for the first few miles until we pulled into the restaurant. "What are you doing?" Heaven questioned with unusual timidity.

"We are getting something to eat," I answered matter of factly.

"For real?" she wondered.

"Sure. I asked you out on a date. What were you expecting?" I questioned.

"Honestly, I expected you to drive me down some dirt road and screw my brains out," she admitted, emotionally conflicted.

"I haven't been on a real Western date since I was fifteen but I think I have the formula right: food -- movie -- sex," I joked. The look she gave me demanded that I clarify things. "This isn't a joke to me, Heaven. I wanted to go out with you and I hope we have a good time tonight; it is not my object to simply bang you and go home."

"But why me? I know I asked you to spend time with me, but why this?" Heaven continued.

"Heaven, I find you hot, sexy, and you wanted to spend time with me," I responded. "Did I make a mistake?" Heaven thought that over for a few moments then a smile blossomed onto her face.

"No, you didn't make a mistake," Heaven grinned slyly, "but even though this is my first time out with a guy, don't think you can get away with anything."

"What, no blow job?" I teased her, which earned me a glare. "I take it a titty-fuck is out of the question," and she hit me hard but then she snickered.

"Behave!" she commanded while shaking a finger at me and grinning. "Now come around and open my door. That is what gentlemen do." I wasn't sure about being a gentleman but hey, I got out and opened Heaven's door for her. When she got out, I shut the door, wrapped an arm around her, and took her inside.

As we sat down to eat a few subjects invariably caused problems; mainly, Heaven's family. She was fine telling me about Christina and their days in private academy together. The two had been inseparable since first grade and spent all their holidays together. Only when I talked about their future did Heaven grow silent.

"I'd like it if you stuck around once Christina and I are married," I stated. "Our kids would need an aunt that we could trust to look out for them no matter what."

"That's not funny, Zane," Heaven responded venomously.

"I'm serious; Christina trusts you with her life and that's enough of an endorsement for me; plus, I honestly like you, Heaven," I explained.




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"Our lives are perfect without you," Heaven countered.

"Heaven, do you plan to marry Christina and have children with her?" I inquired. "If so, I'll step out of the picture." Heaven studied me and twice was on the verge of saying something, most likely telling me to piss off and leave Christina alone.

"She likes you," Heaven whispered, as much to herself as me. "I've never seen her give a guy the time of day until you came along. They all want her for sex, or for her money, but you make her laugh."

"If it is any consolation, she is laughing at me, not with me," I joked. Heaven glared once more.

"You care about me," she continued on. "No one has ever done that before. All the other people treat me like a nuisance but you...you made me your lover," she sighed but that sly smile returned.

"How does Christina feel about that?" I asked.

"I...I think she's happy for me but a bit jealous too. Everything Christina has ever wanted, she's gotten, or gotten first, until now," she informed me.

"I hope she doesn't show up on all our dates. It is a little creepy," I smiled back. Heaven chuckled at that; usually she played the role of creepy companion.

"What would you do if Christina asked you to stop seeing other...women?" Heaven said softly.

"I'd tell her, I'm eighteen and I plan to live it up a little for a few years before I calm down," I assured Heaven, "and I'm holding out hope for a few three-ways between us even then."

Heaven reached across the table and hit me playfully.

"You are sex obsessed," she accused me, but again in a teasing manner.

"Heaven, if you would stop looking so beautiful then maybe I could think about something else," I reposed. The magic of calling a woman beautiful took hold of Heaven and made her blush.

We quickly finished diner and made our way to the Cineplex where I took her to see Wreck-It-Ralph. She was initially skeptical about seeing an animated movie but after the first ten minutes she was totally into it. I opted to forgo the obligatory make-out session in the theater because I felt it would ruin the moment.

"Best date ever!" she proclaimed as we got back into my car.

"Heaven, this is your first date ever," I pointed out.

"Still, it is the best, Zane. I feel like I can do anything," she exulted gleefully.

"That's the point of being young, to do anything -- to be free," I explained. The look she gave me was both quizzical and priceless.

"I think I know what she sees in you now," Heaven commented softly; by 'she,' I hoped she meant Christina. I didn't have too much time to dwell on that because Heaven reached across the seat and began caressing my thigh closer and closer to my growing hard-on. Before long, we were leaning into each other and kissing romantically as the car drifted off the road. I abruptly corrected and we had this giddy moment when we both realized how close we'd come to trouble.

We were still in that moment when the sirens came on behind us. Two run-ins with the law weren't doing my academic future any favors.

"Oh, crap," Heaven muttered. "What are you going to do?"

"Stop and see if I can bullshit my way out of a ticket," I responded hopefully. I was going for the 'honest officer, I was only trying to get a little action with my girl here' defense.

I pulled over into the driveway of an abandoned house and waited for the inevitable. I found Heaven looking at me somewhat fearfully; then it dawned on me that she'd never faced the police in an adversarial role before, such was her privileged lifestyle. When the officer, a city cop, got out of the car I did a double take; it was a woman. Going for the 'kicking boots with the girl' defense was gone and since I was with a woman it was not likely I could do a 'lone, lost puppy' plan either.

"Zane?" Heaven whispered. "Are we going to ..."

"I'll think of something, Heaven. I'll keep you out of it," I promised, but that was all I had time for.

"License and registration," the officer told me. I handed them over quickly and tried to smile at her. "Hi, Officer Campbell," I greeted her, taking her name from her uniform.

She looked over my cards then leaned into the window.

"Do you have any ID, Miss?" she asked Heaven. Heaven scrambled to pull out her FFU ID because that was all she had -- she didn't know how to drive. The officer looked it over then handed it back to me.

"So what's going on here?" she questioned us.

"We are out on a date," I responded.

"In all my years here I've never seen an FFU girl out on a date," the officer replied skeptically.

"Well, it couldn't be all that many years," I quipped immediately which caused the woman to stare at me. "Because you look so young," I stumbled along. She stepped away from the door after a moment to mull over what I'd said.

"Step out of the car," she commanded. I thought about protesting but that really was counter-productive.

"Turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car," she said next. As soon as I complied she began a serious pat down, starting from my wrists, going down my arms, my collar, and then down my body.

She skipped my groin, which I and my fear-hardened cock were grateful for. 

When she finished doing both legs she ran one hand up my ass and the other around my front to take hold of my penis.

"Planning to give that tight little FFU pussy a work out, were you?" she whispered into my ear. If only she knew.

"That was something I had considered," I confessed.

"I'm afraid I can't let that happen," she told me. And then louder, "I'm charging you with a DWI. Come back with me to the patrol car. Are you going to be any trouble? Do I need to cuff you?"

"No, I'll behave, but I swear I've not had a drink or done any drugs all night long," I promised.

"We'll find out about that back at the station," she informed me as she pressed me over to her vehicle. She opened the driver's side back door and sat me down forcibly on the seat. "I'll have to call someone to pick up your girlfriend at the station. I'm afraid I'll have to impound your car for a more thorough search."

"Please don't do that," I responded with a start. "She'll get in a lot of trouble. Can't she call someone to come pick her up?"

"I'm afraid not," the policewoman smiled down at me in a smug and superior manner. "Besides, who do I call about you? You seem awful young to be running around all alone. Where do you go to school?"

Seeing my reticence to answer, Officer Campbell went through my wallet and pulled out my FFU ID, looking it over curiously.

"It's a long story," I sighed, "but it is legitimate. I'm at FFU too."

"It looks like the Chancellor will be coming for two students tonight, then," she noted.

"Please, is there any way you can leave Heaven out of this? It is my entire fault." This was mostly a lie but...oh, hell, why stop now? "I'll take full responsibility." And most likely get expelled. The officer studied me a moment with a tilt to her head.

"Maybe there is something you can do. Can you impress me with what a good boy you can be? It would take some extreme effort on your part," she grinned mischievously. I could only nod.

"Take off your pants," she commanded curtly. I saw little hope or option so I hurriedly did as I was told. Any worry that my good friend wouldn't comply was dispelled when her warm hand surrounded the shaft and gave it a playful tug. She knelt down between my legs and stroked me a few times as she took in my dimensions.

"If you cum in under thirty seconds like most of your college asshole buddies, you are spending the night in jail," she instructed me. Since I could barely remember a time when I lasted less than five minutes, I shrugged and nodded. She started licking my tip then wrapped her full lips around my throbbing head and took around two inches in. Man she was good at this, making me wonder how many college guys she'd snuck up on over the years.

For the next thirty seconds she energetically tried to make me out to be a liar, but she was good, not great, and I survived the experience in style. The next two minutes she took at a more leisurely pace, getting into the deed and enjoying the experience.

"Let me see your tits," I suddenly felt inspired to ask. How much more trouble could I get into?

She slurped on me for a few more seconds before pulling free.

"Danica; my name is Danica," Officer Danica Campbell enlightened me. She also guided her head back onto my cock and began taking off her shirt and light ballistic vest. This revealed a damp wife-beater, white sports bra, and deceptively large sweaty breasts under it all, definitely more than a handful.

With some deft manipulations and alternating between hand-strokes and sucking, we got the rest of her upper clothes off and I began kneading and caressing her gorgeous globes, her nipples hardening in the cooler night air. I also took the opportunity to take off my shirt as well.

"I want to fuck you now," she relayed to me in a husky voice.

I started to scoot back along the rear seat when Danica leaned forward resting a hand on the car's cab over the door. Her breasts hung free and I went for them, pulling them with my hands and sucking one nipple hungrily, then switching to the other.

"You are making it hard to concentrate," she panted to me, but that was the extent of her protest.

When she finally untangled herself from her clothes, Danica pushed my pants and shorts down and started to straddle me. I saw her rip a condom wrapper open with her teeth and felt her hands roll it down over my penis.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I asked. "I wouldn't mind returning the favor."

"Sweet kid," she murmured appreciatively, "but I'm sure I'm ready." She reached between her legs and smeared some of her fluids she collected over the tip of my nose, lips, and chin. I sucked on her two fingers when she let them linger, which only made her happier. Her fingers free once more, she guided them between her thighs, positioned my head to her moist opening and sank down my shaft.

Danica rocked back and forth for a minute, slowly letting more of my cock slide into her until she had finally engulfed it all. She let out a deep, soulful sigh and sat there experiencing being filled up for a moment before she started to ride me. When I say she rode me, I don't mean she rocked back and forth, up and down in a rhythmic fashion; Danica rode me like a wild bronco, slamming into me like a woman possessed and leaving me with a deep seated fear that she'd dislocate my hips.

The one saving grace was that she didn't last all that long, she couldn't, and when she came, she thrashed hard against me, but thankfully in a series of low growls. Her screams would have been deafening in the confines of the car's back seat. She lay against me taking deep breaths, if not breathless.

"Not your average college boy," she sighed as she rested her hands on my chest.

"I'm not done yet, Officer Danica," I told her. I rolled us over, putting her on the bottom and taking hold of her legs. I wedged her left foot up against the back seat and door frame and the right over the headrest on the driver's side, spreading her wide open and helpless.

"Aaahhh fuuucckkkkk..." Danica moaned as I sank into her again, "don't you get tired?"

"Can't you tell?" I grinned, "I'm trying to impress you." I ground my pubic bone into her clit for good effect with Danica's eyes rolling back in her head accentuated by a growl from deep from her diaphragm.

The 'slap, slap, slap' sound of my groin smacking her soaking wet pussy filled the car and apparently echoed out into the night. Danica flailed her arms above her on the seat and tossed her head back and forth in ecstatic rapture. I really was feeling like I was doing a good job because a minute later she shuddered into another orgasm so hard, her flexing legs made her feet push out, causing the car's frame to squeak.

I moved her ankles back down then turned her around, leaving her on her stomach as I worked behind her and between her legs.

"Huh?" she muttered as I spread her legs farther apart and pulled her up by the hips onto her knees, doggy-style. I teased her cunt with several passes of my cock before settling on the cusp of her entrance.

"Aaahhh" we moaned in unison as I sank my penis back into her sweet pussy. I pushed forward gently and Danica slowly responded. "Oh, fuck," she added as I pushed to my maximum depth.

"You like?" I asked softly as I leaned over her.

"Yes..." she slurred, heady with passion. "...I like it, now give me more. Please give me more now."

She was the arresting officer so I felt obliged to obey, picking up the tempo and smacking our flesh together in a resounding union until she growled once more, balled her fists against the vinyl seat and snarling into the fabric. I slowed down long enough for her to start to recover, then I drove her hard once again.

I caught sight of the movement at the opposite door before Heaven opened it. Danica looked up and struggled to her elbows.

"I don't do girls," she gasped out between my rocketing impacts into her sex.

"That won't be a problem," Heaven assured her before sitting down with her back to both of us and began to pull off her skirt and underwear.

"Heaven, are you sure about this?" I cautioned her. If I was uncertain about what I saw about to happen, I was certain that Christina would have kittens (and blame me). In the end it was Heaven's choice, though, and I owed it to my date to support this. 

"I told you I don't...oh, my God!" Officer Danica gasped as Heaven turned around, got on her knees, and thrust her cock toward the policewoman's mouth.

Danica backed up against me, trying to avoid Heaven, but I held fast.

"Open up," Heaven ordered the cop as she rubbed her cock over the woman's lips. Danica shook her head until Heaven ran her hands through her hair and yanked up. Danica yelped and Heaven stole the moment to shove her cock in.

"Mmmphf," Danica mumbled around Heaven's tool. Soon she was gurgling and slurping as Heaven made rapid use of her mouth.

Initially Campbell resisted Heaven's deep thrusts but slowly her protests lessened and her moans of pleasure increased. She even went so far as reaching up for Heaven's hip and pulling her in tight.

"Oh, damn, this bitch is good," Heaven moaned. Danica made a rebellious noise in response.

I backed up enough so that Danica could remove Heaven's penis from her mouth.

"Watch it," she scolded Heaven as she kept a hand on the younger woman's cock, stroking it rapidly and with passion.

"More sucking; less talking," Heaven insisted as she stuck her rod back in Danica's mouth.

This wasn't a fight I was going to get in the middle of. I decided that since Heaven was already having a ball, making Danica happy was my main concern. I ran both hands along her sides, one doubling back between her legs and starting to tickle her clit while the other cupped a breast and began teasing her nipple. By the way Danica gyrated her body under me, I could tell she was getting into it.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...Zane!" Heaven cried out. At the last moment she locked her eyes with mine as she made Danica choke on her meat and shot gob after gob of cum down her throat. Danica spewed and sputtered as Heaven finished abusing her face. The cop had only a few seconds to catch her breath before Heaven stuck her semi-flaccid member back down her throat. Heaven stole the moment to lean in and French kiss me intensely over Danica's body.

Danica gamely took Heaven's cock and went back to sucking for all she was worth. Heaven took on a different approach this time, coaxing Danica along with fingers softly coiling and uncoiling her hair and gentle touches to her cheeks. Our trapped police officer became lost in her own growing ecstasy, which was only short-circuited by Heaven suddenly pulling out. 

"Let's switch up," Heaven suggested enthusiastically as if Danica's orifices were musical chairs. On the other hand, Danica had asked for this (sort of) and Heaven really seemed to be coming out of her shell so I nodded. I kept thrusting into Danica who, if aware of our intentions, gave no indication of any resistance. 

Heaven, now topless, tapped me on the shoulder when she came round and when I separated she gave me a high-five. Heaven's face when she slipped into Danica's cunt was pure bliss.

"Ooohhh...yeah," Heaven exhaled triumphantly. "This is great."

"I'm sort of partial to Officer Campbell's body too," I agreed.

Danica kept up a series of 'ugh, ugh, ugh's' in reaction to Heaven's exertions until I came around to the passenger side of the back seat and settled in facing her. She looked up at my crotch and then up to me with exhaustion tinged with fear.

"It's okay," I stroked her hair and didn't press forward. She lowered her head to the seat for about half a minute as she absorbed Heaven's thrusts.

"Here," she mumbled, as she pushed up onto her hands once more, "let me help with this." She took my condom off, grabbed my cock by one hand, and after giving me a faint grin began taking in my head. I couldn't stop myself from giving her a little extra but Danica took it like a trooper.

"Damn, Zane, we are double-stuffing this cop. I bet she didn't expect this tonight," Heaven laughed gleefully.

"Mmmphf, mmph, mmph," Danica mumbled between slurps and sucking noises.

"That's a good girl," Heaven consoled Danica as she petted her ass and flank. "You like this, don't you?" For the longest time Danica didn't respond so Heaven teased her. "Do you want us to stop, Officer Campbell?" Another pause, then Danica pulled her lips off my cock.

"No," she whimpered, "I'm loving this." She went back to sucking my cock and Heaven began slamming her hard as a form of reward. Soon enough, Danica spasmed to another orgasm and then nearly collapsed onto the seat.

"Zane, I want her ass," Heaven beamed at me like a sex-possessed maniac.

"Noooo," moaned Danica, "I don't ..." Heaven cut that off with a sharp slap to the ass.

"I've got an idea," I grinned back. I moved Danica to the back of the seat and scooted underneath her. I pulled her back on top of me and Heaven helped me insert my cock into her well-fucked pussy.

"Oh, yes," Danica gasped, as I squeezed my cock into her cunt once more. That was nothing compared to the noise she made when Heaven ran several fingers over her snatch, getting her fingers nice and wet before sinking the first one into her anus.

"No...Mmmm," the policewoman got out before I buried her protests with a kiss. 

When I let go she looked down at me with a captivating degree of sexual hunger that was exciting. Heaven began feverishly working her finger into Danica, making her shut her eyes as she tried to cut off the pain of her first anal experience.

"Kiss me if it gets to be too much," I whispered to her; Danica nodded.

On cue, she dove onto my lips twice more before Heaven had me sit still and I felt it as she urged her cockhead against Officer Campbell's anal opening.

"Shit! That hurts," Danica shouted out in pain.

"I'm going to own this ass," Heaven taunted her over her shoulder while moving deeper incrementally. 

"Ooohhh," Danica moaned, as tears welled up in her eyes. "I can still...make you pay." Heaven draped her body over Danica's and began rubbing her taut nipples along her back. The policewoman gasped and shivered from the sensation.

"You like this?" Heaven murmured to her, rubbing her rigid nipples over Danica's flesh. "I've got more where that came from." 

While Heaven drove her hips forward as she pumped her cock deeper into Danica's ass, she took nips out of the cop's shoulder blades and back while massaging both of her breasts with her hands. I had one hand working her clit in a sensual cycle while my other hand caressed her cheek. By the look on her face, my FFU-mate was coming into her own; a beautiful sight.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 06



"I can't take it, I can't take it, I can't take...Aaahhh!" Danica went off one final time.

"Her ass is like a vise," shouted Heaven, as undoubtedly Officer Campbell's anus was contracting around her penis during the orgasm. "Bitch...here it comes," Heaven screamed. I could sense the heat of her seed course through the thin walls separating our cocks inside Danica.

Two more thrusts and I was joining them in climax. We were all pressed together for a minute before Heaven finally got her head together enough to move.

"Fun-fucking-tastic," I growled. Heaven pulled out of Danica's ass with a 'pop' which gave the policewoman a jolt. In a strange turnabout that left me wondering, Heaven leaned down onto Danica one more time.

"That was great, Officer Danica Campbell. This is the best sex I've ever had," Heaven related in a disarmingly tender voice. Danica looked over her shoulder and after a moment of reflection nodded.

"No problem." Turning to look down at me, the policewoman added, "Now watch your driving, young man. I don't think I can let you off so easy next time." This was easy? 

I rolled Danica's back to the seat and carefully withdrew from her and got out of the car. The entire back seat was a mess of sweat and other fluids. She slipped down from a semi-sitting position to resting on her side, her head on an arm as she watched me get dressed. Heaven hobbled over to the far side and retrieved her clothes there.

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked Danica as I finished up.

"Yes," she murmured with a smile. "Get your ID from my clipboard on the roof and I hope I can trust you to not...knock up your 'girlfriend'; alright?"

"I think I can manage that, Officer Campbell," I smiled at her and her little joke. She closed her eyes and I noted a satisfied smile ease onto her lips. We may have been one of the best fucks of her life.

We pulled back onto the road in utter silence and I was beginning to worry about what would be going through Heaven's mind when she reached over and took my hand without looking.

"Happy?" I inquired. She studied me for a moment, biting down her reflexive response.

"You'll never know how...I hope you never have to know how much this meant to me," she corrected herself.

"So you wouldn't be opposed to going out with me next weekend?" I asked.

"Well," she smiled after a moment, "since you are my lover I really should spend some time with you, so, okay."

"We'll work out the specifics later in the week," I promised as we swept into the parking lot.

Christina and company stepped out into the glow of one of the streetlights as I parked and we disembarked from my ride. I was thinking of the best way to put things but Heaven trampled my efforts to be cool.

"It was great," she bubbled. "We got a bite to eat at that Oriental place on Market Street, then went to see Wreck-It-Ralph and then..." she looked around suspiciously, then she added with a whisper..."we had sex with a woman!" Christina gave me a desperately curious glance. "I mean she sucked me off and then I fucked her pussy...and I can see why Zane loves sex so much now...and then I nailed her ass and she came so hard, she collapsed. It was awesome!" The rest of the girls gathered around while I was somewhat excluded.

"Heaven, what about keeping things secret?" Christina cautioned. Heaven looked past Faith and reached a hand for me which I stepped up and took.

"She won't be telling anyone about this, will she, Zane?" Heaven tried to assure her best friends.

"I sincerely doubt she'll want to use our encounter to hurt us, Heaven. Please believe me when I say we left her very happy with what we accomplished together," I tried to assuage their fears.

"Who was it?" Christina insisted. I was against telling her and I tried to silently communicate that with Heaven but my partner decided to put greater trust in her friend.

"It was a female police officer," Heaven stated shyly. "I was fooling around with Zane, he swerved, and she pulled us over."

"And Zane decided it was a good idea to seduce her?" Christina accused me sternly.

"No. She was going to call the campus about me, then she took him back to her car. I don't know what was said, but she then had Zane strip and she began sucking him off," Heaven defended me.

"Get to the part where the three of you are having sex," Chastity asked urgently, her hands clasped together in excitement.

"She was giving me a nice blowjob, I asked to see her tits, she stripped down and crawled on top of me and we had sex until she came," I began.

"Then he flipped her over, hooked her legs up, and went on her until she came again. And then he got behind her -- that was when I came up -- and he was screwing her doggy-style and I came up to the other door," Heaven added to the story. "She said she didn't do girls so I stripped down, and when I presented my...cock to her, she balked but Zane didn't let her get away and I fed it to her and she sucked me off."

"She wasn't as good as you, my friends," she informed her female companions, "but it was nice. I told Zane to change places and I...had my first pussy and it was...wow. After she climaxed again, Zane got beneath the cop and I took her ass. Now I know why Zane does it to Barbie Lynn so often -- hot damn. Anyway, we all came, got dressed, and we drove home."

"Oh, Heaven, it was too much of a risk," Christina persisted.

"Did I mention how great the sex was?" Heaven smiled hopefully to her best friend and long-time protector.

"We knew this day had to come," Hope intervened. "We all prayed for Heaven to find her own identity."

"But is she a boy or a girl?" Faith questioned.

"I'm..." Heaven struggled to answer.

"She's neither," I answered for her. "She's Heaven, and for those of us who care about her, that is enough."

Heaven's look was one of stunned acceptance while Christina and Chastity looked almost pleased with me. Hope and Faith were still grappling with the concept, I could see.

"Lover, let me walk you back to your dorm," Heaven smiled up at me happily. Normally it worked the other way around, I believed.

"Nope," I shrugged. "There is no way you can get me home and then beat curfew, but we'll see each other in the morning." She nodded, and with the rest of Team Christina, they headed off. I caught Christina looking over her shoulder at me, giving me a sad, almost desperately worried look. 

I didn't have too much time to think about it as I hustled back to my own dorm and up to the Solarium at the top.

I met up with Barbie Lynn after my trip to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

"Hey, Zane," she greeted me.

"Good evening, Barbie Lynn. Can I have a few minutes of your time?" I inquired. She brightened up then smirked slightly.

"Are you sure you aren't too tired from your date with Heaven?" she joked.

"That's a story for another time. Right now, I'd like to spend some time with you. I miss you when you are not around," I answered truthfully. Barbie Lynn snuggled into my arms.

"I'd be delighted to spend some time with you, Zane Braxton," she purred, while she ran her hands over my chest, ribs, and finally my ass.

I opened the door and chased Barbie upstairs and we tumbled into bed together. Barbie Lynn couldn't stop giggling as we wrestled around until I positioned myself over her, her legs wrapped around me, her arms pinned over her head, and a broad sexy smile on her face. The marathon of kissing came naturally, as did the press of her body against me, her nipples hard, and her sex sweet to my senses.

"Have I told you how wonderful you make me feel?" I panted into the flowing tapestry of her sweet-smelling hair.

"Yes," she sighed happily, "but I don't get tired of hearing you confess it." She settled into my arms and the silence had barely begun when her adorable snores graced my ears. I drifted off to sleep soon after realizing it had been one hell of a week with thirteen still to go.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 07



*Defiance is not common because to rebel is to become friendless*

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

*

I shared my 'solo' shower time with nine girls, with the good fortune that most of them only expected peripheral moments with me, not real sexual attention. Opal and Brigit, my original shower buddies, were joined by a few others plus my compadres, Iona and Rio. This morning, Brigit got a full-body scrubbing but I spared a few moments for my two closest friends.

"I'm surprised to see you here, Iona," I confessed to her as I ran my hands over her slender shoulders.

"I came here for an education," she smiled up at me. I arched an eyebrow and she flushed in embarrassment. "I mean, I came to school for an education -- honest, that's what I meant."

"I know," I calmed her. "I knew what you meant." 

I'd have been happier with the way things were going if I hadn't caught Rio and Opal huddled together giving me conspiratorial looks. Catching my suspicious glare, Rio sauntered over to Iona and me.

"So, Teacher, are you going to give me any education time?" she teased Iona and me both.

"I think you and I are on the other end of the Teacher-Student curve, Rio. Unfortunately, your lessons always involve some sort of pain and/or humiliation on my part," I pointed out.

"Don't be such a baby, Zane. I do what I do out of love...okay, out of the love of watching you squirm, but that's love too, right?" Rio smiled sweetly.

"Stop being so mean to him." Iona became upset and clutched me tightly.

"Maybe if he took me out on a date, like he did Heaven, or spent more quality time with me like he does with Barbie Lynn," Rio snickered, "I'd be too tired to pick on him."

"We went out on a date," I countered.

"When?" Rio questioned.

"Last Wednesday; we went out for ice cream," I reminded her.

"Sorry. If this vagina doesn't get penetrated, it isn't a date," Rio scoffed and Iona blushed. "Rio, I thought our friendship could withstand Saturday night but I'm not going to be someone you pass the empty hours with. I'm your friend and if you think you and Iona are no different than anyone else I know here, you are sorely mistaken," I declared before Iona could have an outburst of her own.

"I don't need you, Zane," Rio shot back after a moment.

"I never said you did. In fact, I need you more than you might need me," I related to her. Rio fidgeted for another instant, then turned and left. Seeing that Rio had left her shower kit behind, Iona gathered their things up and followed her.

I made my way to exit from this embarrassing episode when Opal grabbed my arm.

"If we aren't friends, what are we?" she inquired.

"Infinitely memorable," I answered with a sly grin. That earned me an appreciative look.

"I'll take that," she smiled and let me go on my way.

The Sparks of Rebellion

Considering what our previous few mornings at school had been like, this morning was downright sedate. Rio joined Iona and I as we made our way to breakfast, where we were even permitted to sit together, and Assembly, where we did the same. Had it not been for the final announcement by the Chancellor Melrose Bass...

"Christina Buchanan has stepped down as Senior Class Body President. She has been replaced by Rhaine Ritchie," she announced. There was some stirring; for me, the look I had received from Christina the night before now made sense. They'd stripped her of her position because she's decided to not persecute me, becoming my friend instead. Well, to hell with that. I totally missed Iona's furious activities, though I would value them later.

Rio and I made it easy for them, though we wished Iona hadn't tagged along. I had no real plan until she stepped up to confront me and then the first step of the operation fell into place.

"Zane Braxton, I require your services," the girl with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair smirked at me. She'd brought along three playmates -- how interesting.

"Who is this?" I asked Iona calmly.

"Rhaine Ritchie," Iona informed me, at which point I shouldered past Rhaine, a move Rio instantly followed.

"Wait...what..." Rhaine squawked. "You can't do this," she emphasized by grabbing my shoulder. "If you don't do as I tell you, you will be expelled," she threatened.

Power comes from the belief in authority's ability to influence you. If I did what they wanted, I'd be expelled eventually. If I fought back, I'd still go down, but what the hell, everything ends. In my case, I no longer cared what the Administration had planned for me, I'd fight them standing up on my own terms. 

"Lady, I don't know who you are," I lied, "but if you don't step off I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you in front of God and all these students." Our eyes locked and she saw that I was ready, willing, and eager to follow through on my threat. Rhaine let go and took a step back. I turned and left without further comment; that would ruin the whole 'ignore her' effect.

Rio caught up and nudged me.

"What's the plan, Kemosabe?" she inquired.

"I'm making this up as I go along," I confessed. Rio laughed loudly while Iona gulped. 

"Don't worry, I'll think of something; I always do," which caused Rio to laugh louder.

English came and went but ended with Ms. Goodswell calling me aside.

"You will be meeting with Ms. Lane at one," she informed me. I nodded before she continued. "Zane, is it impossible for you to do the right thing or are you making my life special on purpose?"

"Virginia," I replied, "if my only concern was to make you happy, I would do it. Unfortunately, I have to live with myself too and I can't stomach what's being done to my friends here. You must know that if I'd been left alone, I'd have done my time here and earned an education," I tried to get her to understand. Virginia reached out and placed one of her hands on mine.

"I know, Zane, and I am doing what I can for you," she sighed.

"Can you do something for Rio too?" I asked.

"Zane," she chuckled bitterly, "I'm bailing out the Titanic with a thimble. I'm not sure what I can do for her. Mrs. Short wants her gone as much as the Chancellor does," Virginia answered. Mrs. Short was Rio's spiritual advisor.

Our spiritual advisors were supposed to help us out at school, both academically and psychologically. I didn't doubt that Virginia had been doing her best to see that I wasn't booted out during my first week at FFU. Rio didn't have that backstop; all she had was Iona and me. 

I barely caught Virginia's gaze wander toward the door where a Rhaine-clone was standing.

I hoisted my backpack and made for the girl at the door. It turned out we were far from alone, my confrontation with Rhaine having already made the news.

"Listen, Zane, I'm not intim-..." she got out before I slipped past her extended arm (palm outward), slipped into contact with her, and twirled us around. 

She had barely enough time to gasp before I spun free and made my way down the hall.

"Zane!" she called out in frustration behind me. I heard the giggles from the other girls as she took up the pursuit. I found Rio waiting inside the door while Rhaine and a clone waited for her to emerge.

"Sorry, bitches," Rio gloated, "but my ride's here." Before they could react, I knelt and yanked down their skirts, one in each hand. The seniors squealed in surprise and tried to cover up as Rio shoved past them and joined me. She caught sight of my personal tormentor coming so she pulled me down the hall as we made our getaway.

They waited for us coming out of Biblical Archeology with the added bonus of Ms. Gorman, Dean of Athletics, Head of Security, and Coach to several sports including Karate. They smiled, we smiled, and then we slammed the door and locked it. Rio looked at me with a piratical gleam in her eyes as we simultaneously made for the windows and flung ourselves outside.

We took the fall from the second floor and bolted like mad for our next classes. Had I heard (I claimed to be lost in thought) Ms. Gorman calling my name, I would have been forced to stop and face some sort of pointless and painful task, but I made it to Biology safely. A text from Rio told me she'd made it to her class too.

Of course, they could still keep coming, and getting to lunch proved impossible without confronting the new regime. Rhaine waited outside my door with a half dozen other ladies plus Ms. Gorman, who looked absolutely furious.

"I believe you are familiar with traveling on your knees, Mr. Braxton. This time you get to do so with me on your back, my own personal beast of burden," she gloated.

I looked through her, took in the other girls, then made my way to shoulder past them.

"If you ignore this command," Gorman warned me, "that is grounds for dismissal."

"Did someone give me an order?" I asked innocently.

"Rhaine did," Gorman pointed out.

"Who?" I inquired.

"Rhaine...Ms. Ritchie," Gorman growled.

"I don't know who that is," I pointed out blithely.

"I'm...Grrr," Rhaine snarled.

"Fine," a different girl spoke up, "I want you to be my mount on my way to lunch." I did nothing.

"Well?" Ms. Gorman questioned me.

"Well, what?" I responded.

"Are you going to do what Vera has instructed?" Ms. Gorman demanded.

"Who?" I grinned proudly.

"You can't pretend you can't hear students just because you want to, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Gorman snapped.

"I'm required to obey any lawful command of a recognized advanced student," I paraphrased my Handbook. "Any student doing an illegal or immoral action does not qualify."

"These two students have done no such thing," Ms. Gorman pointed out.

"Ms. Ritchie has accepted appointment as Senior Class President, which is illegal. Any student who supports her position is committing an immoral act," I countered.

"Dr. Bass put me in charge of the Senior class," Rhaine stated proudly, "after Christina screwed up and didn't put you in your place." I didn't take my eyes off of Ms. Gorman but I did reply.

"She can remove Christina, I have no argument with that, but she can't appoint a replacement, a fact you would know if you bothered to read the book," I reminded them. Thank God for Iona and her eyes for minutia. This left them momentarily speechless. 

"Zane, you will carry my books to the Dining Hall," Brandi interrupted the group of us.

"As you command," I leapt at the chance to escape. Brandi haughtily ignored the baneful looks shot her way as she stepped up and tossed her book bag to me before strutting off with me quickly following along behind her.

"Thanks Brandi," I whispered to her.

"What for?" she grinned back at me with a little extra shimmy in her stride. "Iona promised me some quality time with you tonight but that won't be worth a damn if I let them break you down." Ah, the wonders of enlightened self-interest and the female libido.

When we walked together into the Dining Hall I noticed that Rio hadn't made it yet, which didn't bode well for her. Iona was sitting down and waved to me as I headed into the food line. As I continued to look around I also couldn't find Christina and company, which was odd and spoke of some unforeseen trouble. It also gave me an idea.

When I received my food I maneuvered over to Iona but I didn't sit down, instead holding my tray and waiting.

"Zane, what are you doing?" whispered Iona.

"I think I know how to make our anemic resistance into a full-blown rebellion," I whispered back.

It didn't take long before a few familiar faces began standing up as well in some bizarre show of solidarity for me and the cause they didn't understand yet. More and more students began joining my little protest; most I'd barely seen before. By the time Christina came in, we numbered about a hundred.

Christina and her crew recognized the anomaly of our actions but had no clue what we were up to until they moved to take their new station farther down the Senior Table than before, depicting their diminished status. When Christina sat down, I sat down too, slamming my tray for extra effect. Within thirty seconds a hundred trays came slamming down in sympathy. That was round one.

I wolfed down my food in preparation for round two. Rio arrived battered and bruised with bloody knees and palms. I gave her my water to pour on her knees and hands.

"I have a plan, ladies," I softly told Iona and Rio. "Follow my lead unless I get decapitated, in which case you are on your own."

Taking the steps toward the Senior Table was pretty frightening because my ability to remain in the school and stay in the fight depended on the beneficence and bravery of another. I walked up to Christina as she sat eating and went down on one knee with my head lowered in supplication. I caught sight of Christina twisting and observing me and my stance.

A minute elapsed before Christina finally spoke to me. She knew what she was getting into; there was no tricking her into this role in events. For her, the battle was for pride, while mine was for survival. She had more to lose since the past three years of her life were wrapped up in this place.

"Zane," Christina said in a passionate, caring tone, laying a hand on my shoulder, "Thank you. You may go now."

I rose once more, bowed before turning away, and resumed my seat.

"I think I'm in love," Chastity sighed.

"I'm with you," Hope added, "You don't see many Knights of Christ anymore."

"I'm not sure he qualifies as a Knight of Christ," Heaven stated, "but I like the way he's fighting."

"We are in a fight alright," Christina smiled, "and Zane has put us in the middle of it." Even as she spoke those words, Barbie Lynn, Opal, and Cappadocia all came up and bowed before Christina as well, receiving her blessing and moving on. Iona joined, while Rio kept her seat but shot me a snide smile.

"What's next Boss?" she said between bites of food.

"A rebellion so large they just can't expel all of us; a rebellion with Queen Christina Buchanan at the head," I explained. Iona came up and getting the purpose of our rebellion expressed to the masses began. Our campus was dividing between the Pro-Christina vs. the Pro-Rhaine camps and in thirty minutes it was past the ability for the teachers to stamp out immediately.

A Passionate Legal Issue

My ability to bask in, and suffer through, the effects of our insurgency was diminished by my summons to see Ms. Lane but I had to admit I was feeling full of myself when I walked into her office.

"It is good to see you again, Mr. Braxton. We have a good deal to talk over, so let us begin," she started, her light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, her business jacket and skirt being a tasteful medium gray and her make-up done just right.

She began going over the particulars of my legal predicament brought about by my situation here at FFU but my mind rapidly devolved in a different direction. I dropped my bag and began taking off my shirt while Ms. Lane kept droning on. She didn't miss my display but while there was a slight curl to her lips she kept doing her job as she saw it.

Lane's smile grew as I finished stripping nude, came around the desk and then turned her chair to face me. I pushed her legs slightly apart before kneeling between them and taking her shoes off one at a time. I definitely had Ms. Lane's attention as I started kissing the tip of her big toe then drawing out further kisses along the top of her foot. Throughout it all, she never let up with her legal-ease talk; I had to admire her concentration.

As my hands caressed one calf, knee, and thigh, then another as I worked kisses along her feet, I noticed two things; she was getting excited and she was wearing stockings fixed with a garter belt, both in darker beige. When I hiked up her right leg so I could plant kisses on the back of her knee along the back line of her hose she finally skipped a beat in her speech.

"Aaahhh," she moaned sensually as I kept planting those kisses and ran my fingers up beyond her stocking line to the edge of her panties. I was vaguely aware of her picking up her phone and having a brief conversation but I was a bit too preoccupied to catch much of it.

"I've informed your two o'clock class that you won't be making it today," she sighed happily.

That gave us an extra hour of legal 'consultations'; in Vegas I understand this kind of legal advice can cost me over a $1000 dollars an hour but I was blessed for getting it for free. Ms. Lane put her phone down, stood, and unzipped her skirt.

"My name is Hudson," she smiled at me as she let the skirt slip down her well-toned legs to the ground. 

As she stepped out of the skirt I pulled it aside and tossed it away. When she sat down I cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her to the very tip of the chair before I renewed my attention with my lips and tongue on her thighs. Hudson went back to her legal-speak with increasingly bated breath.

By the time I teased off her panties with my teeth she had almost given up the pretense of a real meeting and was moaning and groaning from the progress I'd made. When I blew on her freshly exposed bald pussy she lost it, bucking up against my lips. I didn't disappoint her, diving straight in with my tongue flicking her clit before pushing in deeper with a tongue-twister.

"Oh, God!" she exclaimed as she thrust up once more. "Tell me you aren't doing this to the girls here." I replied by flicking my tongue faster over her lips and clit until she vibrated into an orgasm and a few recitations of, "Oh, Sweet God!"

I drank deeply from her pussy, relishing in her tangy flavor for more than a minute. We both knew this was far from over. She spread her legs wider and I started teasing her slit from the bottom with a deep lick inside. She rewarded me with one of the best things a girl can say to a guy.

"You are even better than my girlfriend," she sighed deliciously. I switched to using my fingers so that I could speak.

"I'd be happy to share notes about you with her," I offered.

"She's a ... aaahhh, yes ... a dedicated lesbian," Hudson moaned, "but I think I could say something to her about you."

"Mmmm," was the sound of my slurping her up. "I look forward to the both of you."

"You would want both of us at the same time?" she panted, tantalized by the prospect.

"One at a time; both; if she is half as tasty as you, I'll take what I can get," I mumbled between flicks of my tongue. 

Our conversation died as I used my fingers to peel her blossom open and made deep, penetrating explorations of her sex. Slowly, gingerly, Hudson encased my shoulders and neck with her stocking-clad legs. She didn't force, so much as snuggle me into an embrace. There was really no reason to enhance my eagerness for her succulent cunt.

"Ooohhh ... you are very good ... Zane," she purred, "aaahhh ...aaahhh ... aaahhh ... right there ... aaahhh ...Aaiii!!!!" With that last outburst she rose hard against my face, burying my nose into her baby smooth folds while my lips kept up a mighty suckling effort on her clit, a bit of nibbling included.

She didn't say much as she was still getting her breathing under control, but I would have bet money she was a long distance runner, so short was her recovery time. Hudson let her legs fall to my sides as she leaned forward and drew me into her arms in an encompassing hold. We tasted each other for some time in a delicate ballet of discovering our need for one another.

I pressed against her, then broke our kiss while drilling her in place with my eyes. I didn't feel the need to tell her I wanted her; she could undoubtedly read my mind and she gave me a light kiss and a nod giving her permission. As I ran my hands under her thighs she rose up, freeing me to grab each ass cheek and start to lift her up as I stood.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 07



Before I could even set her on the desk Hudson was unbuttoning her shirt and peeling it off. I rested her carefully on the desk's edge but before I could make my next move she kissed me and wrapped her legs around my waist. She used her legs to balance while she worked off her bra and exposing her shapely breasts to my eyes.

I took that as an invitation to press Ms. Lane down and start ravishing her pale areolas and short, stubby, light pink nipples that hardened at my touch.

"Zane," she sighed through a wave of pleasure, "why do I get the impression this isn't your first time with a woman?"

"Mmmm," I expressed over my currently favorite nipple, "I feel that all that matters is that this is my first time with you. I've never been with anyone like you before."

"Ah," she gasped playfully, "I take that to mean 'over a dozen'," sigh, "you bad, bad boy." I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her, my face moist with her fluids and my saliva from engaging her breasts.

"This is a strange time to ask me to embrace a Purity Pledge," I teased her.

"It would be unethical for me to suborn perjury," she teased back as she stroked my hair. Hudson mirrored the real affection I sent her way.

"I admire honesty of character over social acceptance, Hudson. I'll lie to make someone happy but I won't lie to myself," I related and she nodded her understanding if not her agreement.

"So if I'm no good in the sack you'll tell me?" she bantered playfully.

"Sex is a partnership, Hudson. If it doesn't work, it is as much my fault as yours," I responded eagerly. Her eyes sparkled and the smile on her face took on a decidedly scholarly cast as if she'd judged me and not been disappointed.

I returned to her chest while Hudson drew back her legs until she set her hands to the back of her knees while sweeping her papers aside. I didn't ask for permission to enter her; I did what felt natural and in sequence with the pace our bodies were setting. Only as I slid in did she let out a nasal moan of pleasure. 

Hudson's vagina was by no means tight, more like snug and comforting; it was a happy medium that my girth more than compensated for. She could definitely feel me rubbing against her vaginal walls and clitoris as I stroked in and out. She began to rub my hair with one hand and engaged her left nipple with the other.

I was busy thrusting into her with deeper and stronger penetrating drives, one hand on her pussy and the other one holding me upright leaving my lips to entertain the right breast with all kinds of nips, bites, teases and suction. Our division of responsibilities, never spoken out loud, was working out well for us and our desire to build to our next climax.

Hudson and I coasted along the edge of orgasm for twenty breathtaking minutes until she finally drew me into a kiss followed by a knowing smile and a nod. I picked up my tempo and angled her hips for maximum penetration as I took her up to what one of my early lovers had called the Mountain of Tears and Joy. In the end she clutched me tight and buried her head into my shoulder as she hissed out her maximum pleasure.

Ms. Lane barely missed a breath, pulling me into a string of kisses over my eyes, cheeks, lips, and nose.

"I know it is the wrong thing," she sighed finally, "to leave you alone with all these women. What chance do any of these poor girls have against candy as sweet as you?"

"I'd like to think I'm as much a victim here as any of them," I panted in reply, still slowly slipping in and out of her.

"Really? How often are you compelled to have sex, Mr. Braxton?" she interrogated me seductively.

"Once or twice," I offered up the truth.

"Once or twice a week?" she asked skeptically.

"No; once or twice a day," I confessed.

"How do you manage to sex twice a day on this campus?" she sounded incredulous.

"Well, there is the shower in the morning, then there is almost always an opportunity during club time, maybe sometime after dinner but before curfew, and lastly after curfew," I explained while Hudson look both aroused and surprised at the revelation.

"Don't you ... aaahhh ... ever get tired, bored, or sore?" she gasped.

"Meh," I shrugged, "I get tired sometimes, and sore on occasion, but I've never been bored with a partner yet."

"I noticed you didn't flinch when I told you my partner was a lesbian; homosexuality doesn't bother you, does it?" she inquired.

"Nope; I've been with a few men in the past," I answered. "Does that bother you, being a FFU alum and all?"

"It would have," she giggled in an almost mature way, "but I did a few things my first year school that curled my toes ... and opened my mind."

"I owe those people a big Thank You card," I teased her.

"Don't ... mmm ... be too hasty," she murmured, "More than one was of the 'nail the Christian bitch' breed. Those were some emotionally ... aaahhh ... tough times."

"I never see the women here that way," I promised Hudson.

"I didn't think you were that kind from the first time we met, but I checked with Virginia Goodswell to be sure," she told me. "Even ... aaahhh ... wow, you really know how to make a girl feel good ... Dana Gorman doesn't think you are a total waste of effort either." That was somewhat stunning since Dana never stopped giving me grief, right up to the effort to have me expelled.

"What ... mmm," I asked as my own seed began to rise, "would you have done if I hadn't come on to you?"

"Zane," she laughed, "I figured that you staying on your side of the desk was as likely as having a Texan walk away from free BBQ. The way your eyes undressed me at our first get-together convinced me that if we had a private meeting this would happen, though your direct assault was unexpected. Was my perfume too much?"

"Hudson ... Aaahh ... you would be irresistible in a green garbage bag and Old Spice men's cologne," I panted, followed by, "I'm going to come."

"Roll over," she commanded. As I did, she untangled herself from me and slid down my body until she engulfed my cock with her mouth.

She was perpendicular to me, on all fours, knees barely on the desk with my legs extending out to rest on the back of the chair. Her tongue swirled around my shaft in some erotic serpentine fashion I'd never experienced before. She must have sensed my fascination with her technique because she slurped up over my head and smiled in my direction.

"Being with a lesbian gives me a great deal of expertise with my tongue," she tantalized me before going back about her sensual torture. It didn't take too much time at all before I put a hand on her cheek. Hudson went a little deeper, sucked in with her cheeks and set me off. I pumped load after load of semen into her mouth but there was no swallowing and that left me a tad curious.

When I was finished she climbed panther-like over my body until we were nose to nose. She slowly opened her lips and a strand of semen began winding down toward me. I then knew what she wanted and opened my mouth as she dripped my own semen into it. A few strands into the process she lowered her lips down and kissed me.

We swapped my cum for some time before I could feel her tongue and mouth suck it back up. She leaned up, rolled back her head, and made an erotic display of swallowing my entire load.

"You are really fun," Hudson told me as she licked her lips. "Most guys are totally weirded out by that and won't do what you just did."

"I try not to be that kind of guy," I answered.

"You've done something special for me; what special thing can I do for you?" she purred. I felt a warm sense of anticipation consume me as I dialed up some of my deepest fantasies. The one thing I was absolutely sure about was that I was going to need more than one legal session.

Running at the Abyss

When I finally exited the school's legal offices, I figured I had a few options. Most appealingly, I could hide out for an hour and avoid Rhaine and company, but that would leave Rio out there in the cold. I was feeling stupid -- I went looking for my friend. A quick call to Iona gave me a tidbit of information that had come up in my absence.

More and more freshmen were identifying pro-Rhaine proponents and blowing them off like I was. There had been some severe friction but no casualties yet. I asked about Rio but Iona hadn't seen her; at the moment Iona was with Opal who was undoubtedly defending her from the pro-Rhaine forces.

I went racing off to the most likely location to find Rio. My first shot was a bust but on the way to my second choice, I caught sight of her with some companions. She had four girls with her plus a teacher, black hair up in a bun, while Rio carried her book bag and large pails of water held out at chest level. As I came running up, I could see the lines her tears had made down her cheeks as well as the welts running down her calves where they had been using switches on her.

"Arms up," demanded her chief tormentor. I was unlucky enough to be spotted on my approach and one of the girls pointed me out to the others and the instructor. One girl managed to insert herself between me and the group; she was someone I knew. I attempted to shift past her but she caught my elbow and turned my momentum against me, slamming me into the ground -- first team Karate club members can do that.

She had only enough time to smirk down at me once when I lashed out with my leg, clipped her ankle and sent her sprawling. We both rolled up into a kneeling stance but I was a bit quicker. I lashed out, grabbed her by the throat and slammed her head back to the ground. She gasped, tried to lash out, but I blocked it. I brought my knee down on her gut, knocking the wind out of her, then lashed out with my fist in her face.

I let my fist hover there for a moment.

"Bitch, get up and I'll re-arrange your face," I threatened her with dangerous intent. The girl's technique was really good but this was a real fight, not a tournament. The girl had a real look of fear written on her face.

"Mr. Braxton!" shouted the instructor at me; I ignored her and went to Rio.

"Let me take those," I softly asked Rio. She shook her head in the negative but didn't stop me when I took them.

"Mr. Braxton, that's it. We are going to see the Chancellor right now!" the teacher demanded angrily.

"Lady," I snapped back, "either I can take this burden to Rio's next safe haven and then go to the Chancellor's office, or I can go right now and you can wear what I'm holding."

Threatening a teacher was really a bone-headed play, but then so was thrashing a fellow student, throwing her to the ground, followed by a threat of further violence, and added to that interfering in someone else's Handmaiden's Duty.

"The bitch's name is Ms. Marlowe," Rio told me as she tried to massage the pain in her arms.

"Ms. Talon, that is enough from you; Mr. Braxton, give Ms. Talon the pails back and come with me," Ms. Marlowe commanded. Ignoring her again I turned to Rio.

"Where are we going?"

"We are heading to the Library," Rio grinned; like me, she wasn't waiting for them to bury us, we were running straight at the abyss. As we took off, Ms. Marlowe moved in front of us and the first girl began to get up.

"Sit your ass down!" I shouted at her, and she fell back on her ass. As for Ms. Marlowe, I grinned to Rio and handed back her one pail.

"On three," I smiled. Together we hoisted our pails and directed them in a swaying motion toward Ms. Marlowe. "One, two ...." I put my hand out and stopped Rio. Ms. Marlowe sneered at us.

"Why did we stop?" Rio questioned me.

"If we do it, you are gone," I informed her.

"What about you?" Rio wondered.

"I just beat a girl into the ground; I'm probably done for anyway ... which reminds me," I sighed, put down the pail and walked over to the girl, offering her my hand. She looked at it suspiciously before taking it and letting me pull her up.

"You caught me off-guard," she murmured softly.

"Don't fool yourself," I responded. "You wanted to stop me; I wanted to break you ... to save my friend." The deadly determination in my voice made her gulp. I walked to Rio's side and picked up the pail.

"Mr. Braxton, give Ms. Talon the pail and come with me," Ms. Marlowe stated.

"When I get Rio to safety I'll come with you," I replied which didn't please her one bit. She was about to comment when I interrupted.

"Seriously, what are you going to do, toss me out twice? I've been kicked, punched, beaten, and been bled raw; I'm not sure how the rest of the girls take it," I fought back.

"It is something called faith and devotion, Mr. Braxton," she tried to explain.

"You spout a big game," Rio spat, "but Zane knows more about faith, compassion, and devotion than your twisted heart will ever understand." And here I thought Rio would keep it simple like calling her a 'stupid bitch'

"Philosophy aside, we seem to be at an impasse, Ms. Marlowe. I'm not going with you until Rio is safe and that means we take the water to where she's going," I outlined the problem. "You can stop me from moving, but you can't make me move -- your call." That was the gist of our situation and we all knew it.

"It will be my pleasure to see you thrown out of this school," Ms. Marlowe ground out, which indicated that Rio and I had our tiny, temporary victory. I got us to the library where we were dutifully ordered to water some late summer flowers. 

When we finished, Rio turned to follow me so I had to physically restrain her.

"No," Rio insisted as she tried to push past me and return to the outdoors.

"Stay here, Rio. Barbie Lynn should be out of Soccer practice soon; call her and she'll look after you," I all but begged her.

"I'm a fucking adult, Zane," Rio insisted.

"I know, but you getting nailed right beside me doesn't do either of us any good," I pointed out.

"I'm not afraid of these over-fucked cunts," she hissed.

"You should be," I whispered to her as I pressed my forehead onto hers. "They scare the hell out of me."

"I can do this," Rio now pleaded.

"Rio, if I go down, I take a vacation for three months; they bust you, and you're in prison for three years, and I can't live with that," I confessed.

"What are you going to do, come bust me out?" she joked through the bitter bile.

"Yes," I replied without pause. "I'd figure out a way." Rio stared at me for a long, long time looking for the lie but found only the truth.

"Fine, Asshole," she finally responded, "I'll play it safe for now, but if you are not back by dinner, I'm re-instituting witch-burning."

"I love you too," I replied softly as I stroked her cheek. She gave me a desperately fierce look, to which I had no answer. I turned and rejoined Ms. Marlowe.

"You made me wait, Mr. Braxton," she told me angrily.

"Happy Hanukah to you too," I retorted weakly, which did nothing for her disposition.

By the time I walked into the Chancellor's office, the particulars of my latest episode were all over campus. More than one girl lifted up a Bible as I passed and mouthed that they were praying for me. Right now, having God on my side wouldn't suck -- my bench was pretty empty. I followed Ms. Marlowe into Chancellor Bass's office, shutting the door behind me.

This time it was only Dr. Bass, Ms. Marlowe and me. Ms. Marlowe looked pissed, Dr. Bass was unreadable (not a good sign), and I was struggling to keep my courage.

"How has he added to his list of sins?" Dr. Bass asked Ms. Marlowe.

"He threw a sophomore, Mercy Chaplain, to the ground and threatened her with further physical violence. He has avoided and interfered with Handmaiden's Duties on multiple occasions as well as inspiring other freshmen to do the same," Ms. Marlowe listed off my dark deeds.

"You were predictably stupid, Mr. Braxton, though you lasted longer than I initially believed you would and got into far greater trouble," Dr. Bass stated. "We no longer have any papers you need to sign. We will pack your things and send them to your house. Please leave campus before sunset."

There was a brisk knock at the door and Ms. Goodswell sashayed into the room.

"Sorry I'm late but somehow my invitation to the meeting was misplaced," she addressed the room. "I imagine that we all are now aware of Mr. Braxton's faults but since we need a fair hearing to accomplish this correctly, Zane is allowed to consult with his Spiritual Advisor."

"There is nothing to be said here, Ms. Goodswell," Ms. Marlowe replied.

"Zane, explain yourself," Ms. Goodswell persisted.

"By our Code of Conduct, we cannot follow an illegal or immoral order. The Chancellor can remove a student officer of any position in the school hierarchy; she does not have the authority to make their replacements."

"Any supporter of Rhaine is following an illegal order, thus committing an immortal act. It follows that any support of Rhaine should be shunned. As for the girl I knocked down, she threw me to the ground first and had the misfortune to not be as good a fighter as I am."

"The fact is, you are a disruptive influence within the student body. I have already lined up five freshmen for expulsion on this matter. This intransigence will be crushed tomorrow," the Chancellor declared. 

"I'll make sure their parents and lawyers get pictures of my, Rio's, and Iona's knees bleeding and the whip marks on Rio's legs," I threatened.

"I think I need to impress upon Zane the hopelessness of his cause. Ladies, give myself and Mr. Braxton the room," Dr. Bass ordered.

The others filed back out, confused and worried because, while Bass had one last trump to play, she wasn't going to share. When the room was cleared she assessed me in a way I imagine a hunter with a club looks upon a baby seal that made a valiant but futile effort to make it to the air hole.

"I know Heaven's little secret," she informed me, allowing a miniscule hint of triumph to enter her voice. I was floored; how in the hell was I supposed to respond? How long had she known, waiting to spring this on me when I proved too difficult for normal measures? Had she waited for us to form a relationship, knowing I'd play the White Knight like the idiot I was?

"I know about her, her troubles at home, and your relationship with her. I'm sure your Aunt Jill and the rest of your congregation will be interested in your homosexual relationship with a transvestite. Both of you will be extremely humiliated," the Chancellor laid out her sinister plan.

"Your time on the stage is done, Mr. Braxton; time for you to skulk off quietly. I'm sure all your devoted followers will be suitably heartbroken," she gloated slightly. The last bit was a bit too much and became my burning inspiration.

"Go for it," I shrugged. "Give it your best shot."

"I'm not you, Mr. Braxton; I'm not bluffing, the way you attempted to confound Ms. Marlowe and failed. I will do this, believe me," she snorted.

"There is no bluff here," I responded evenly. "I believe you will do it. All I want to know is whether you are incompetent or corrupt."

"Neither," Professor Bass said with narrowed eyes.

"Well, you were either incompetent enough to allow a girl with a dick to live here on campus for the past three years, or you knew and allowed all those girls to be put at risk on your own judgment, most likely influenced by Christina Buchanan's grandfather," I elaborated.

Professor Bass's jaw clenched and flexed.

"A Buddhist monk once told me that hypocrisy robs you of your foundation. You see, Christianity is inherently the religion of rebellion because it demands that you respect everyone regardless of wealth, status, birth, or sex," I outlined.

"This stands in opposition to authority, especially petty little tyrants like you," I finished and stood to go.

"You don't talk to me like that, you little bastard," Bass growled as she shot up from her chair.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 07



"In the words of the immortal American Action Hero, 'Come get some'," I taunted her.

The Chancellor came around her massive desk, stormed up, and attempted to slap the Jesus right out of me. Man that hurt; what was with this place and girls pummeling me?

"Melrose -- do you mind if I call you Mel? -- I ..." and then a certain smell registered in my brain.

"Call me Professor Bass, and I am going to take intense pleasure in breaking you," she seethed. I rubbed my cheek were she'd slapped me and brought those fingers to my nose.

"Mel, why, have you been masturbating? Does the thought of 'breaking' us students get you off?" I mused out loud. This time I dodged the slap.

"You don't get to talk to me like that," she sputtered with rage. A smarter man would see this as the time to make a speedy exit but I can be a real idiot at times. In my defense, they were sitting there screaming for attention/ I reached out, pinched and twisted both of her nipples, which were so hard they were pushing through her bra and white blouse.

Professor/Doctor/Chancellor Bass's mouth fell open and she stared at me in stark disbelief. In past lives I must have been the first guy up the ladder storming the city walls, the first one into the castle breech, and that trooper charging the machine gun nest, because the only thing I could think to do when my hands were on my nemesis's breasts was to pinch those nipples harder and pull them toward me and up.

Mel gasped and fell forward, pressing her chest into mine. I kept twisting and pulling her nipples for thirty seconds while she made these little choking noises, ending in one loud gasp when I let them go. She kept her hands resting on my hips while she brought her breathing under control.

"You ... bastard ..." she wheezed. "I am ... going to ... make you pay."

"You sound so angry, Professor Bass, but I notice you still have your body pressed tightly against mine," I pointed out in a deep seductive voice. I could feel her willing her body away but the flesh refused to obey.

I dragged a hand from her shoulder, up her neck to her jawline, then back to her neck.

"Your pulse is throbbing like a race horse, Professor," I whispered. "If I stay, I'm going kiss you, and if I kiss you, we are going to end up on the floor ... so I had better go." Maybe it was the whole city wall/breech/machine gun thing that made me dip down into her. 

Bass moved her face away but that only opened up my real target area more. I bit into her neck, eliciting an absolutely slutty yelp, then followed up with a few seconds of tight suction. It ended with one last jab of the tongue before I pulled away. Bass regarded me, angry but also anxiously anticipating my next move.

"I need to go now or I'll be late for Karate Club," I informed her as I backed for the door. The Chancellor answered that with another slap, which stung, and a stomp on my foot, which I avoided.

"Was that for the bite, or for leaving you wanting more?" I inquired, "You really do look sizzling hot right now so I'm kind of wondering."

"Get ... out," she growled. With that she strutted back to her desk but before she could round the corner, I let out a low wolf whistle that brought her up cold. She looked over her shoulder with a furious glare.

"Whoops, sorry," I shrugged. "You have a great ... well, I was going to say ass, but really your waist, hips, ass, thighs and calves are all pretty damn fine. You can't blame me for enjoying the view."

Randy picked up a glass and gold statue from her desk and hefted it, clearly calculating her desire to hit me with it against the value of the item.

"I'll make you grovel at me feet," she said with relish, putting the statue back down.

"I'm going to fuck you like I own you," I rebounded. Our eyes clashed, then she pointed to the door.

This time I wised up enough to make a gracious exit, breezing past Ms. Marlow and Ms. Goodswell as I left. The women went in opposite directions, Ms. Marlowe going into Dr. Bass's office and shutting the door with Ms. Goodswell running me down and grabbing my arm.

"Zane, what ... did she slap you?" she blurted out as she looked at my face.

"I've had worse," I replied.

"What did you do?" she worried.

"I'd tell you but you would most likely be ashamed of me. Suffice it to say we didn't part on friendly terms but I'm not expelled yet either," I informed her.

"Zane, you don't know who you are truly dealing with," she pleaded, suddenly vulnerable.

"She got to you, didn't she?" I asked with new insight.

"I'm not going to turn on you, if that's what you are asking/" Virginia assured me.

"No. She got to you when you were here as a student," I clarified the question for her.

Her lack of response was its own answer.

"Are you using me to strike back at her?" I wondered.

"No ... no. Zane, I want you to win on your own merits and not for something I did years ago," she answered fitfully. We silently stared at one another for a few seconds.

"How bad is it going to be now?" she questioned me. "How personal has this become?"

"Well," I mumbled, "I caught her masturbating, pinched and twisted her nipples, then bit her on the neck ... oh, and I told her she had a nice body."

"You are an idiot," was her assessment. "She is going to make it her personal mission to cause you as much pain as possible." I gave a timid smile. "Damn it, Zane, she will still come after the people around you."

"Virginia, she is going to come after us no matter what I do or don't do as long as I stay. The difference is that now I have her out in the open. Now I no longer have to guess what she might be like or what's going around in her head. Making it personal makes it easier on me because I don't doubt that I belong here anymore," I explained. "Now it is me versus an evil bitch."

"She's not been beaten in ten years," she warned me.

"That's because you hit like girls," I joked.

"I thought by now you would have learned how hard girls can hit," Virginia sighed.

"It isn't that girls can't hit hard, it is the boobs that get in the way," I quipped. Virginia gave me a glare that was more amused than angry. "I have to get to Karate Club now."

"Go," she dismissed me, and off I went.

First Victory at the Gym

This round of Karate Club started much better than Wednesday's, seeing how I could stand without pain again. I spent the first half of the hour sparring with my second tier teammates and doing exceptionally well. When we were called together for a joint session with the first team, most were elated; me, I was suspicious.

Coach Dana Gorman brought out Team Captain Wilhelmina Spellman and pretty much broke her down in front of us. Cappadocia came and went down next.

"This has been very unsatisfying. It is clear that our leadership has been lax in developing our skills. Is there anyone willing to defend this team's progress?"

It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand there was more to come of the beatings Willy and Cappy had gone through.

"What about you, Mr. Braxton?" Dana came to the point of this whole exercise. Willy and Cappy, like me, were Christina supporters, and this was clearly an effort to nip the rebellion in the bud.

"Thanks but no thanks; I think I've learned enough from you today. Maybe I'll feel ready for a fascist beat-down on Friday," I laughed.

"Fine, Mr. Braxton ..." she continued.

"Please Dana, call me Zane, since you are clearly trying to figure a way to get my blood on your fists," I interrupted.

"Zane, if you show a little backbone and join me in a friendly practice session, I'll make you exempt from Handmaiden's Duty tomorrow," Dana offered.

"Make it any person of my choice and we have a deal," I answered.

"Very well," Dana agreed.

"I choose Rio Talon," I jumped at the opportunity.

"Done. Now get up here," Dana motioned. 

"Who will referee us?" I inquired; Dana smiled and pointed to the first team member whose ass I'd kicked an hour earlier, Mercy Chaplain. That seemed fair ...

We went to our sparring positions. It should be pointed out that I had two years of informal training in kickboxing; Dana had over fifteen years of competitive experience in Karate. I had height, weight, and reach on her, but since this was a Karate match I couldn't use all my moves. In essence, I should have been running instead of fighting.

"Ready ... Go," Mercy shouted. My first thought was 'Damn, that's fast,' as I blundered my way through my initial block. I didn't have a second to marvel at my good fortune before another quick flow of kicks and punches came my way. I ran out of room, luck, and fighting space, taking a blow to the cheek.

"Point!" Mercy called out. We fell back to our initial positions and we started again. This time I ended flat on my back and her 'touch' to my chest that was supposed to finish me really hurt. "Point."

"Is this the best you've got, Zane? Do you want to give up now?" Dana asked evenly. I spun up, resumed my starting position but remained silent. Dana lined up and came at me again.

This time I did the wrong thing; I gave up my reach advantage, catching her off-guard for the split second it took me to drive my knee into her diaphragm. I rode the blow into Dana, driving her into the ground and finishing her with a blow to the chest. "Point." I rolled off the coach before she could react and reverse our positions.

Dana sprung up and took a fighting stance.

"That wasn't a Karate move," she pointed out angrily.

"This isn't a training session so I guess that makes us even," I grinned. "Do you want to give up now?" I retook my start position but adopted the more fluid kick-boxing style.

"I see you've stopped pretending to know Karate," she snorted.

"At least one of us has stopped pretending," I shot back. "When you actually start caring for this club again, let me know."

The strike was so fast I didn't really see it. 

I'm so damn good my arm actually tried to block before the thought registered in my head; I was just too slow and she snaked past my guard to slam her fist into my stomach. Another blow came, followed by a leg-sweep. I plummeted to the ground and Dana was on me like a leopard closing for the kill.

Dana's only problem was that this had ceased being tournament combat and become a street fight. I brought a knee up between us, deflected her fist with my elbow, and pile-drove my skull into her forehead. This let me leverage her off me and break back to my feet. Just my luck; Dana was right on me, barely letting me get my hands up for protection.

The Coach was still coming on, rapid-fire with kicks and punches; I could not find an opening to attack back. Something had changed, though; Dana was showing me much more respect. Twice more I fended her off from the ground but the third time she was simply too much, connecting her fist to my cheek so hard she drew blood. I half-expected a second punch but it never came.

"Point?" Mercy called out in confusion. Dana stood up quickly and looked at me. I jumped to a standing position in one fluid move. I rubbed the back of my hand against my cheek. The sweat stung the wound and I left a smear of blood, which I licked off. I defiantly walked back to my starting position.

She came at me like a desert storm, fierce and burning. The outcome was pretty much the same except I took the finishing blow like a jackhammer to my jaw. "Point." I saw stars and was still wobbling when I returned to my starting position. Not being at 100%, the results were predictable -- I was back on the mat in five seconds. "Point."

"Stay down," she ordered me quietly. I pushed myself up and worked my way back for some more punishment. Dana took her position and ... I kicked her so hard upside her head I was momentarily afraid I'd broken her neck. She landed face first; I flipped her over and punched her hard in the sternum. "Point."

"I can keep this up all day long," I promised Dana as I took my turn staring down at the Defeated. Thirty seconds later I was staring up the ceiling of the gym with several girls, Dana and Cappy among them, looking down at me.

"What happened to the other guy?" I moaned.

"What other guy?" Cappadocia said, "It was ..." She was clearly worried I had a concussion. 

"The truck that hit me," I joked weakly. "Please tell me that hitting my face ruined their whole day."

"It seems you weren't able to keep this up all day after all," Coach Dana told me as she stood to leave.

I was on Martian time," I coughed. "They have much shorter days." I had no idea if that was true or not; I should ask Iona.

"I think our lessons are finished for today," Dana announced.

"Right when I was starting to wear you down," I teased her. Dana stopped walking away and studied me with annoyance.

I tried to stand, with half the girls trying to help me up while the others tried to hold me down for my own survival's sake.

"Assume the start position," Dana ordered me sternly. I finally managed to force my way to my feet but by the time I had, Wilhelmina had taken my place.

"Wilhelmina?" Coach Dana questioned.

"I apologize," Willy stated. "I've learned my mistake. I should have never given up on your lessons so easily the first time. I clearly haven't learned enough but I'm willing to keep at it as long as you are."

"Me too," Cappadocia chimed in defiantly.

Dana Gorman wasn't an easy woman to push around. Willy, Cappy, and two other girls kept going at her until we had to break for dinner. Before the five of us left the gym I tapped Gorman on her shoulder.

"Rio has tomorrow free and clear, remember?" I asked. Dana nodded reluctantly.

"What about Ms. Becket?" she questioned.

"You keep the fight fair and I'm not worried about it. You keep making this crap up as you go along and we will have a serious Come to Jesus meeting. Please pass the word on because I'd hate for some girl to walk into this thinking you can protect them," I cautioned her.

"Mr. Braxton, I can protect them," Dana stated confidently.

"I sincerely doubt that since you have no idea how I'd get my revenge," I grinned, before spinning away and starting to join my fellow students.

"All I have to do is stop you, Zane," she pointed out.

"That's your mistake, Dana; I'm no longer alone. We are willing to play as rough as you are now. If you keep this an educational experience nothing will happen," I warned her.

"Do you really think you have that much power here?" Dana scoffed.

"Nope. But then, I'm not the idiot who punished Christina Buchanan for showing a bit of mercy toward Rio and I. Without her, we were doomed, so thank the Chancellor for giving us all common cause," I explained before leaving with the ladies.

By the time I made it to the Dining Hall things were looking bitter and depressing but events quickly proved my boast to Dana to be correct. The pro-Rhaine forces had been pretty harsh to the freshmen supporting Christina and morale was low. Christina had, upon arrival, started rallying her supporters with a few kind words and a gentle touch.

When Mrs. Carradine went to stop her and make her resume her seat, Rio 'accidently' coated the teacher in spaghetti, broccoli and a double helping of jello. She didn't get to enjoy her success for long; four girls planted their trays on Rio's head right after that. But they clearly didn't know who they were dealing with. Rio calmly picked up a meatball from the ground, popped it in her mouth and told them, 

"Yo, bitch, tell the cook it needs more salt," then made her way back to her seat and acted like nothing had happened. Iona grinned wearily and brushed some broccoli out of Rio's hair. The train wreck that followed was predictable. The teachers tried to enforce a ban to stop the food fighting but clearly were far more concerned with suppressing Christina's side.

Five unresolved food attacks later, Christina secretly sent out the word and her followers attacked en mass, selecting known Rhaine supporters and burying them in one rush that no authority on the floor could stop. Before the teachers could bring order out of the chaos, Christina directed her people to escape.

I joined the exodus and soon found myself in a group of ten seniors, Christina and company included. I stood next to Barbie Lynn as the others hashed out what was going on and slowly, the reason for me being there was revealed. Seniors and juniors were in this little movement because they knew, liked, and respected Christina.

Freshmen and sophomores were more in this because of me, mainly based on the novelty of my existence. I was an administrative screw-up, but I was THEIR administrative screw-up. I also made the Handmaiden's Duty a fun thing whenever I could and not an onerous chore. Apparently, a few of them even described me to the seniors as 'charming'.

Our problem was, how did we make our rebellion grow? The fact was that most of the incentives were doled out by the faculty.

"We target sympathetic teachers, then," Christina directed.

"That food fight had to make us look good too," Chastity said. "Nothing is as effective as a failed suppression attempt."

"I'm fixing up the Solarium tomorrow," I informed the group.

"So?" one of the unnamed seniors stated in a condescending matter. "You need a broom?"

"Actually, I've recruited ninety freshmen and we are going to prep the entire roof for occupation," I responded. The senior looked to Christina who gave her a clever lopsided grin.

"Temperance, I told you he wasn't a lost cause," Christina reminded her.

"Occupation for what?" Faith inquired. I looked nervously about because that part of the plan was so easy to bust apart. I decided to give a partial lie.

"On Sunday afternoon I'm having furniture delivered from a rental service," I told them.

"What's a sofa or two going to accomplish?" Temperance questioned.

"How about three flat screens, two pool tables, a hot tub, two refrigerators, a coffee bar, a Wi-Fi hot spot, and eight rooms full of furniture?" I related to the small group.

"You are bringing in all of that?" Temperance gasped.

"You got us a hot tub?" Barbie Lynn exulted.

"Zane inherited a small fortune," Christina pointed out.

"That's small by Christina's standards," Chastity teased her friends.

"Yes, Barbie Lynn, our dorm will have a hot tub," I tried to keep the lusty images of Barbie in a bikini out of my mind. By the look in her eyes she was having even less success than I was, though; I doubted I looked as good in a bikini.

"How are you getting the water up there?" Hope seemed intrigued.

"The roof's gardens were rigged for irrigation so we have the water. I am adding a few hot water heaters for any other needs, including the dish washer, washer/dryer, sauna, and showers and Jacuzzi tubs. Believe me, I had some friends look this over," I promised.

"I think we can trust Iona to have done a thorough job," Christina glanced my way knowingly.

"Iona?" a different senior asked.

"Iona Becket," Heaven answered with a smirk. "That's his witty little sidekick who invented Zane's Handmaiden's Duty schedule. She's tons smarter than he is."

"Heaven, anytime you want to stop talking about me as if I'm not in the room, feel free," I jibbed.

"Don't hold your breath, sweet-cheeks," Heaven snapped right back. That little exchange seemed to have eased the tension in the group.

"Let's split and keep up the recruiting drive. Stick to groups when we can and try to help any freshmen we know to be on our side," Christina directed. The group split up but instead of heading into my dorm I headed toward the parking lot.

"Zane, where are you going?" Christina inquired.

"I promised my aunt we'd spend a few more dinners together and I'm late as it is, but can I have a moment of your time when I get back?" I responded. Christina gave me a curious look then nodded and led her posse in the other direction. Each girl waved me good-bye in their own way. After the dining hall melee, eating with my aunt was purely mundane and relaxing, for which I was very thankful.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 08



*He who said 'Live by the sword/die by the sword' wasn't into empire-building*

Thanks to Frontma for another dandy job editing!

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

*

"Zane, what's up?" Christina said by way of greetings when I returned to campus that night. Despite the gang being alone, the group of us gathered in tightly together.

"I had an interesting talk with the Chancellor today, as you all probably know. Among other things, she told me she knew Heaven's secret and she'd expose it and my relationship with her, bringing about my humiliation," I informed them. There was a hush amongst us.

"What...what did you tell her?" Heaven asked fearfully.

"I told her to go right ahead," I replied. A murmur of displeasure went through the group, except Christina, who stared intently at the ground, and Heaven who looked like she was going to cry...or kick my ass.

"How could you do that to me?" Heaven whispered. Before I could answer, Christina chuckled softly.

"Heaven, the key phrase here is 'humiliate him'. Zane isn't afraid of the whole world knowing you two are together. She's severely underestimated him and his ability to differentiate between lust and friendship."

Heaven looked to me for verification. I gave her a kiss on the lips before saying,

"Christina said it better than I could, but she knows what I meant."

"Besides," Hope added, "now that Zane is here, Heaven, you get grandfathered in, so to speak. You've been here three years so they have to let you graduate."

Heaven look to me with some kind of new curiosity. Once again I almost wish she'd kick me instead.

"Heaven?" I questioned her. She bit her lip.

"Can we have some boyfriend-girlfriend time?" she asked me all of a sudden.

"Damn, Heaven, I thought we agreed to share Zane?" Chastity teased her.

"Along with letting the poor guy get some sleep from time to time," Hope agreed.

"Can we get together tomorrow, Heaven?" I begged my transsexual lover.

"Make sure you get Barbie Lynn's permission," Faith joked weakly.

"Screw this," I groaned, "I'm getting a clone."

"That's enough, ladies," Christina announced. "Zane, thank you for the information. It gives us some things to think about; good night." Heaven rushed up and kissed me hungrily before joining her departing friends - ravenous little minx.

I've Never Done this Before

I made my way to the dorm and proceeded quietly to the fifth floor, saying goodnight to a few girls along the way. I was pretty sure the door being locked guaranteed me a bit of alone time. Clue number one that this was not going to happen was the soft fluttering glow from the top of the stairs followed by the faint scent of roses and wax.

I was trying to figure out what Barbie Lynn had planned when I came up to the landing and saw Brandi and Opal reclining on the bed and staring at me, illuminated by the light of a dozen candles.

'Oh, fuck,' I thought, 'Brandi -- leg shaving -- rescheduled from earlier this evening, plus Opal hoping for a three-way later. Damn it!'

I must look somewhat put-out because when Brandi addressed me she was cautious.

"Is everything okay?" 

"Yes, absolutely," I responded. "I need to get some hot water, some towels, and we can begin."

"We brought up the towels and hooked up a coffee maker for the hot water," Opal said.

"Great," I summoned up as much enthusiasm as I could manage, "let's see what I've got to work with." I walked up to Brandi, taking off my shirt. As I came up, Brandi swung her legs off the bed and spread them to either side of me. I sat cross-legged on the floor, taking my shoes and socks off. Before slowly and sensually removing her shoes and socks, I made sure to massage each calf.

"So, what kinds of tools are being provided?" I questioned her.

"We have shaving cream, a safety razor, a multi-purpose moustache trimmer," Opal presented to me.

"Trimmer?" I questioned. Instead of speaking, Brandi stood up - which kind of put her crotch right in my face - then slowly wiggled down her panties until she stepped out of them and tossed them aside.

"I want a rose," Brandi informed me with some passion as she lifted her skirt and exposed her pubic hair for my sculpting pleasure. I was at a total loss of what to do so I went with what came natural; I leaned forward and took a lick. Brandi was already quite worked up, juicy and succulent to the tongue. She leaned in and began running her hands over my scalp.

With Brandi's skirt draped over me, I had an epiphany: I was not alone in this. I grabbed my phone and made a rather interesting phone call -- my mouth was working on Brandi as it rang.

"Zane?" Leigh said.

"Mmmm...Leigh" I responded as I switched from lips to fingers in Brandi, "I need a favor."

"Sure, babe, what is it?" she replied.

"I'm...well...shaving a girl's legs and...pubic hairs...hold on...Mmmm...I have never done this before and I don't know how to do a design," I asked.

"What do you have to work with?" Leigh inquired while I dipped in deeply with my grooved tongue, bringing forth a throaty moan from Brandi.

"A safety razor, shaving cream, and a moustache trimmer," I answered.

"No silly, what does the area you are working with look like; thin, thick, hairy, or sparse?" Leigh asked.

"I...oh, hold on," I replied. I turned the phone around, clicked it, and sent a freshly snapped picture.

"Zane, did you just..." Brandi gasped. "Oh, God!" she then giggled. "You did, didn't you?" I upped my licking game to assuage her worries, which only made her moan louder and rock her hips.

"Zane, where are you? What are you doing right now?" Leigh snickered, knowing the answer.

"Honest, Leigh, it is school work," I shot back, then "Yes, Brandi, I've brought in a consultant." This brought in more giggling from both sides of the conversation.

"Zane, if you can tear yourself away from her muff, start shaving her legs and I'll call you in fifteen minutes with what the girls and I can come up with," Leigh chuckled.

I reluctantly left my station beneath Brandi and poured the hot water into a basin with cooler water until it was barely uncomfortably hot. Setting things by Brandi's feet, I grinned at her.

"This will be better with the skirt off," I told her.

"This will be easier if everything is off," Opal added eagerly, then explained with, "You wouldn't want your shirt or bra to get wet."

'Shirt or bra to get wet?' I doubted that was where Opal's mind was at. Opal wanted a chance to ogle Brandi's naked body before closing in for the kill; my mind ran the same way. I was a tad curious, wondering what Brandi thought of Opal's continued presence but not so much that I was willing to risk the moment for Opal.

Using a steamy hot cloth to coat Brandi's legs turned into a really erotic act. Once I covered the right leg, I went back and removed the first compress and applied the shaving cream. Brandi's legs were 'so hairy' I was pretty sure they hadn't been shaved since...this morning; Hell, the damn things were so smooth they were reflecting the candlelight dancing around us before I even started.

I was three-quarters up the left leg when Leigh called back.

"Hey, Stud, how is your latest victim doing?" Leigh teased me. I popped off a photograph of Brandi below the waist in response.

"Lucky bitch," Leigh squealed.

"Hey, Zane!" shouted Paris over the connection. A few more "Hey s" came over the phone right after that from girls I couldn't identify.

"Come on, girls," Leigh growled playfully to her Kappa Sigma Sorority Sisters, which was followed by a chorus of "Goodnight, good luck, and see you tomorrow."

"I'm sending you a rose design that should work for you and it's to scale," Leigh informed me. Sure enough, I looked at my phone and saw there was a beautifully done rose on some girl's pubic mound. It looked very realistic and I told Leigh so.

"That's because it is real, Dummy. It is a sister at Colorado State," Leigh responded.

"That was nice of her," I told Leigh. Leigh laughed loudly.

"Nice? No, we showed her a picture of you and traded a night with you over Spring Break for the picture and the help," Leigh chuckled.

"Seriously? I wasn't aware I was that good looking," I sounded incredulous.

"That's why we love you, Zane -- you are smoking hot but don't act like it; that and your big cock, your dynamite stamina, and that awesome sexual prowess," Leigh faux-sighed over the phone while I lowered my head in shame. I kept shaving, though, because I didn't want Brandi's skin to get cold.

"Where am I going to meet my savior?" I asked Leigh.

"We are still working that out," Leigh replied. "Tawny doesn't want to give you up for the entire time so we may need to fly a group of them down to Florida when we go." Great, now I was spending Spring Break in Florida -- which city, I didn't know yet.

"Of course I will honor my commitment to the Kappa Sigma's," I assured Leigh. "I can also help with airfare if needed."

"We never doubted you, Zane; now get to work and warm that poor girl up...I mean work her over," giggle, "I mean, do your duty and make her look lovely where it counts," Leigh finished.

"Thanks, Leigh, I owe you. Can I get a picture of my muse?" I inquired. 

"I'll give her your phone number and you two can talk it out," Leigh responded.

"I'm okay with that, we should get along; but I'm off now so goodbye," I finished up. I looked up at Brandi and flashed her the picture and let her study it.

"That looks cool...and she's a red-head," Brandi noted. Opal snuggled up behind Brandi on the sly and looked over her shoulder.

"Well, now we know who to watch out for when we follow Zane down to Spring Break," Opal pointed out, "Or at least we know what she's like down below." I decided that working on Brandi was my mission for the night. A hot compress to her private regions was my opening diversion but as I lay the cloth down, I slipped a hand back to her cunny and slowly began to play with her lips.

Brandi lay back on the bed, propped up by her elbows and resting against Opal's thighs and stomach, laying her head between Opal's breasts. Opal was on her knees behind Brandi and was reclining to let Brandi stretch out. As far as I could see, Opal was down to wearing her socks and skirt and that was all. I worked two fingers into Brandi's virgin slit; three strokes in and one up to clip the clit.

I waited until Brandi's nipples were both fully erect, perky, and a deep, dark pink. I sprayed out the foam, cut the foam down to a manageable level and with the picture in one hand I began my shaving experiment. God favored Brandi because it turns out I am a prodigy with a small razor. Brandi's design was virtually identical to the girl's from Colorado.

She was so enraptured with the whole procedure, she missed Opal's hands slowly sliding down her shoulder to her chest. Opal traced her fingers under Brandi's perky breasts, unnoticed except by me. When I finished, I took Brandi's hand and directed her toward my mirror on my wardrobe. She rose up on her knees and looked over my handiwork and cooed.

"Zane," she turned and jumped me, "this is fantastic. All the other girls will be so jealous," Brandi squealed ecstatically. I took her by her knees and drew them toward me until I was back between her legs.

"Do you want to go now or is there something more you want me to do?" I asked in a darkly sensual and seductive voice full of passion. Brandi grew quiet and uncertain so I took her tit into my mouth, held it in place, and flicked my tongue over its stiff nipple tip.

"Ah, ah, ah...Zane," Brandi moaned. She bit her lip and rolled her head back until she bumped into Opal, who was moving back behind her again.

"Hey," Brandi responded dreamily to Opal, as if suddenly remembering she was with us.

"Hey, yourself," Opal purred in return. She moved a hand between Brandi's torso and the arm she was using to support her reclining figure, to the side of Brandi's breast.

I pressed one hand between Brandi's legs and began rubbing that spot right above her hooded clit, bringing about further sexual confusion on her part. She started panting and licking her lips while shifting her gaze from my eyes to Opal's. Finally, her lips remained open and Opal knew it was the moment to breach the space between them.

Brandi stiffened and I waited for her to rebel but when she didn't, I compounded the pleasure of her embrace with Opal by increasing my teasing and pulling with my teeth on her nipple as well as rubbing one finger around her clit and slipping it into her hot cunt. That did the trick because Brandi freed one supporting arm up and wrapped her hand around Opal's head and pulled her deeper into their embrace.

For her part, Opal matched Brandi's passion with unleashed desire, stroking her hand around from the side of her breast into lazy circles closing in on the nipple. We kept this up for several minutes until Brandi began squirming. She ended up flopping onto her back with Opal splayed out to the side on her stomach, still kissing her lips and face.

Instead of following Brandi's body up, I returned to her sweet pussy and led off with a rapid tongue-fucking that brought a quiver to her thighs almost immediately.

"Oh, Christ," Brandi gasped as she arched up once, then twice, before desperately grasping my pillow and screaming into it. Great, another screamer; but at least this outcry was shrill and tingled the toes instead of shattering eardrums.

I sat back on my haunches as Brandi continued to twist and writhe on the bed. Opal gently tickled Brandi's nipples, keeping Brandi's orgasm going on and on, but I saw the opportunity in this. I located an unused hot compress to clean my face then snuck over to Opal and ran a hand along her ankle.

It took Opal less than a second to judge my intentions and eagerly spread her legs to allow me in. I had played with Opal before; she tasted great and responded with barely constrained excitement every time. I began placing little kisses along her inner thighs, half way up from her knees. By the time I placed the tip of my tongue on the junction between her thigh and cunt, she relented in her assault on Brandi and lay back fully on the bed.

For nearly a minute the room was filled with the faint echoes of Brandi and Opal breathing heavy and my licking and lapping Opal's pussy; she was really juicy and thick to the tongue.

"Hey," Brandi said in a sultry voice. I peeked up and saw she had rolled onto her side and was looking down at Opal with a romantic gleam in her eye.

"Mmmm..." Opal moaned with a serene smile on her lips -- a very happy girl.

"Your nipples are very puffy," Brandi continued as she poked Opal's left nipple with her fingertip. Opal answered that with a coaxing touch to Brandi's stomach along the bikini line. "Can I?" Brandi asked Opal, her eyes flitting from Opal's eyes to her breast. Opal nodded.

Brandi engulfed the top of Opal's breast with one 'pop' sound. The way her cheeks moved around, Brandi was whirling around both flesh and nipple in a rapid motion. Opal's other hand reached over and put gentle pressure on the back of Brandi's head.

"That's a good girl," Opal cooed. Brandi looked up, beamed affection at Opal (so I was later told), and switched to the farther nipple.

I slowly pushed Opals legs up by the back of her knees and lengthened my tongue lashing from above the clit to the tip of her anus, which made Opal squeal and shiver.

"Ooohhh...I'm so loving this school year," Opal exclaimed with bated breath.

"Me too," nipple-lick, nipple-lick, "Slurp, slurp...so good," Brandi added.

Opal began losing the ability to talk coherently, drew her legs so far back she was pressing Brandi into her, and began thrusting her hips up to my mouth. I switched my full attention to sucking and nibbling her clit and slipping two fingers into her tight virgin pussy.

"Hey!" Brandi gulped as Opal grabbed her by the shoulders and began pulling her up.

Brandi was clearly confused so I took a moment to see if I could help. Opal was trying to maneuver Brandi into a kneeling position...

"Sit on her face, Brandi," I guessed. "She wants to lick your pussy."

Brandi looked back at me somewhat uncertainly, to which I responded with a reassuring look; then she giggled and started straddling Opal's face.

Opal went after Brandi so hard and fast the girl yelped and bucked up, but Opal's grip on her thighs allowed her to keep her lips locked tightly on Brandi's cunt.

"Ayaya!" Brandi gasped out as Opal licked furiously and Brandi rocked back and forth like a nude princess doing dressage.

I let Opal's legs come down slightly because I discovered another task for my hands. With my left hand I reached underneath Opal's thighs and began teasing her butthole. I used my right to part Brandi's cheeks and do the same with hers. Brandi looked over her shoulder, gave me a smile, and kept rocking. Opal trembled slightly but pushed her reservations aside.

The first hint of anal penetration kicked Opal over the edge and she had a whole-body seizure as her orgasm rocked through the three of us. Brandi pulsated even harder on Opal's convulsing face, virtually propelling my first finger's digit up her ass. She squealed delightfully.

"Zane, that's wonderful!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Yessss!!!!" and she went off, with no pillow to shelter our environs this time.

Brandi toppled over and I had to grab her leg to stop her from tumbling off the bed and onto the floor. She was still gasping and panting too much to articulate a response, though thankfully she didn't struggle. I sat there stretched out for several seconds before Opal became aware enough to help me pull Brandi back to safety.

I sorted Brandi out to one side with Opal on the other and settled between them, all of us staring at the ceiling in various states of sexual recharge. 

"Is everyone okay?" I managed to ask after a few deep breaths.

"No," Opal murmured. I groaned, imagining what else I would have to do to get her to go to bed when Opal reached out and stroked my cock.

"Someone hasn't gotten what they've wanted tonight," Opal purred as she rolled up onto an elbow and looked down on me. I let her work me over for a while but when I made a move toward her own love box, she slapped my hand away.

"No, Zane," she scolded me. "I'd like to be able to walk to my room, not crawl, so behave."

As I nursed my slapped wrist, I noticed that Brandi had rolled over and was looking down at me and what Opal had returned to doing to me.

"I...can I?" Brandi asked tentatively, extending a hand to my member.

"Sure," I smiled warmly.

Brandi touched it, drew away rapidly, then touched it once, twice...and on the third effort managed to wrap her hand around my shaft.

"It is so warm -- no, hot...and throbbing. I've never held one before," she whispered in an almost worshipful moan.

"Our boy Zane is actually quite big," Opal grinned like a predatory cat.

"You've," gulp, "held a few penises?" Brandi wondered.

"No. But several of us girls measured him while he was...preoccupied and checked online for references. He definitely qualifies as larger than most," Opal chuckled playfully.

"You measured me in the shower?" I grumbled indignantly. I would have been angrier except that as Opal stroked up my cock, she would intertwine her fingers with Brandi's stationary hold, rub my cockhead, then stroked back down. Fuck, that was awesome. Somewhere along the way Brandi began pumping the top of my cock while Opal kept up on the bottom.

Sometimes when you don't imagine life can take you any higher, you get tossed a stepladder. Opal leaned in and licked the slit of my knob. Three passes of the tongue later, Brandi leaned in and gave it a try. Do you know you can tell the differences in the girl by the texture of her tongue? I'm learning new stuff every day (and night).




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 08



I only exited my early bliss when I felt Opal's mouth engulf me and take in an inch, displacing Brandi's hand. Opal moved her head up and down in a slow, steady, slick motion with a tongue that had advanced rapidly in proficiency in the past week. I almost missed Opal snaking a hand to the top of Brandi's head and bringing her down within striking distance.

Brandi probably didn't know she was sticking her tongue out and licking her lips with sensual grace mixed with school girl innocence. In a move that would have made the Women's 2008 Soccer Team proud, Opal transitioned Brandi to her first taste of cock effortlessly and didn't need to press the new girl's head down.

Brandi hovered there, her lips over the cockhead and her tongue lifeless. Her eyes flashed to Opal, then to me, begging for guidance.

"Roll your tongue around the head," Opal counsels her, "while going down a little further -- until you are about to gag." Brandi proceeded to do just that and I had to admit she was really enthusiastic.

"Mmphfp hmmpfh..." she gurgled as she took almost half of me into her steamy mouth, brushing the back of her throat.

"What was that?" Opal teased her as she stroked Brandi's hair and twirled a lock around her finger. Brandi reluctantly pulled off, yet managed to do it with an angelic cast to her aura.

"I thought this would be gross but cock-sucking is wonderful. I want to gobble Zane all up," Brandi bubbled, "Do you think I can swallow all of him?"

"Slow down, cowgirl!" Opal giggled.

"No teeth," I cautioned her. I didn't want to sound like a wimp but I'm seriously attached to my penis; it has gotten me out of trouble more times than I can count. I owe it to Zany Zane to keep him safe.

"Tell me if I'm doing something wrong," Brandi peeked at me coyly. Before I could rummage up a reply, she pursed her lips and went down on me again. She bobbed up and down repeatedly and after a while, Opal joined in by pumping the bottom of my shaft and fondling my nuts. Brandi gagged again and again but kept charging back down for more until I felt her throat's embrace of my cock tighten and my girth slip farther down.

Not to be outdone, Opal deemed it time to nestle her head against Brandi's cheek and suck in one of my balls, licking and sucking on my ball sack. She lifted my leg aside and over her shoulder so she could slide around for better access. Hell, I would have twisted myself into a pretzel for the sensations those two girls were giving me and the only other thing I could think was, this was them at the beginner's level. What would experience bring?

When Opal began rubbing against my anal ring, I could feel my control slipping, a red haze of orgasmic anticipation overwhelming everything else.

"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, I'm going to cum!" I cried out. Brandi bobbed, oblivious to the implications for several more seconds.

"Brandi," Opal warned her urgently, "he's about to shoot his semen down your throat!" That caused Brandi to freeze up, begin to panic, and start gagging once more. She popped up, her teeth scrapping over my angry purple head, causing me to yelp.

"Oh, God, what do I do?" Brandi pleaded.

"Put your mouth over his head, suck lightly, and stroke him rapidly with your hand," Opal guided her. Opal caught my surprised look so she explained. "The Science Club has an illegal internet hook-up the school doesn't monitor. A few of us looked up blowjob techniques." Brandi came down on me with remarkable alacrity and a touch made more intriguing by her rapid, painful departure. Then it occurred to me: we have a Science Club?

"Atta girl," Opal sighed with some relief. She'd blown me once before but it had been, admittedly, her first time.

"All...most...there," I growled to Brandi. My hips began micro-thrusts up and Brandi became more vigorous.

"Get ready," Opal grinned. "Now swallow like crazy, and it is a creamy/salty taste so don't freak out."

"Cummmiiinnnnggg!!" I growled, and I did. Brandi choked for an instant but then I felt her throat constrictions as she gulped my seed down and rolled my cockhead with her tongue.

Six times I shot off strongly, once or twice as twitches, before I sank down onto my bed and started breathing at something resembling a normal rate. Brandi sat back before I was totally done, savoring the taste of me in her mouth. Opal guided herself to my still hard cock and began lapping up the remains of my semen and Brandi's copious saliva.

"When can you be ready again!" chirped Brandi. Blink. Opal chuckled around my rod, clearly amused with Brandi's evolution to a more sexually liberated mindset. She then sat up and began licking my semen that was still around Brandi's lips and dripping down her chin -- I gotta do this again!

"Give me a few seconds, Brandi," I joked, as I wormed my way up toward my pillow and collapsed.

"Groan...we should also consider going to bed sometime before sunrise," Opal muttered only half-jokingly. The two girls cuddled up with me, Brandi in the middle, trading kisses back and forth between Opal and I. I reached across her and tantalized one of Opal's nipples, causing her to close her eyes and bite her lower lip.

"When can we get together like this again?" Brandi sighed happily, as she pushed her heart-shaped ass against my crotch and stroked Opal's cheek and temple.

"At 5:45 in the morning Zane has shower time and anything goes. So if you want to get together then..." Opal hinted seductively. Brandi bit her finger like the lovely little slut-angel persona she had suddenly embraced.

"What's next..." Brandi wondered, "for us...sexually?"

"I think bedrest is next," I told her.

"I think she means experimenting, and if I know Zane," Opal winked, "he'll get behind the situation." I groaned at the play on words but Brandi was confused.

"This isn't the time," I sighed, feeling the fatigue creeping in.

"Oh, come on," Brandi begged.

"Well, I've heard certain Seniors talking about Zane...and how he pounds that big dick up their asses," Opal purred with feline seductiveness. Brandi shivered, then flexed her ass around my hardening penis.

"That," she worried while squeezing my cock with her butt cheeks, "...up my butt...that's scary," Brandi whimpered.

"I've never done it before but I hear those girls really love it," Opal tantalized Brandi, "that thick cock pushing deep into you...filling you up...his hips pounding down on your ass...while he kisses you on the neck and ear...his hot breath," Brandi began rubbing her pussy, "on your neck, that rod pumping in and out..." and Opal started laughing. 

Brandi began breathing heavy, her heart rate quickened and her hand picked up its rhythm.

"Imagine all that heat that was in your mouth, in your ass instead, burning you up and stretching you out until you just can't take anymore, and then..." Opal paused for effect "...he tells you he's halfway in."

Brandi rolled over and looked at me with wide eyes, clearly in need, clearly ready to ask me to fuck her ass then and there...and my phone rang.

Sold Out and a Price to be Paid

"Zane Braxton?" an unknown female voice inquired.

"Sure is; Colorado State?" I guessed. The woman gave a playful chuckle.

"Brianna Kincaid," she filled me in; her accent was a bit off but I couldn't place it. "Well, did you like what you saw?"

"I can't believe you actually asked me that," I laughed, "but since you want some well-deserved flattery, I'll tell you that what I saw was damn sexy, but...well..."

"Yes?" she questioned.

"It made me wonder how great you must taste, and how your flush lips would feel along the tip of my tongue, you know, the way they are when you make that first tentative contact," I explained.

"Ah, fuck," she moaned, "that's teasing, damn it!"

"Is it teasing if I plan to deliver?" I countered.

"Do you promise to make me cry your name out like Sister Leigh did?" she upped the ante.

"Huh? What? Am I missing something here?" I evaded.

"Did the Lancaster chapter house tell you what they sent out?" Brianna questioned me.

"They said they sent a picture," I replied, which caused Brianna to laugh uproariously.

"Damn. They sent out an edited session of you with Leigh, and then you, Leigh, and Paris," she chortled.

"I...well...let me explain," I stammered. "Wait -- video too?"

"Yes. Leigh's webcam was on," Brianna snickered. "She claims it was accidental." Suddenly the whole 'dunking me in the pool' thing was a bunch more suspicious. "It was really nice of you, trying to take the fall for those two -- I mean Paris and Leigh -- with their President. It shows you can be a real gentleman."

"Who did she share this with?" I inquired fearfully.

"Every chapter house in North America," Brianna said with unbridled mirth. My silence must have been deafening because, "Zane, did we break you?"

"No," I sighed, "it is just that I go to a Christian School and this may become a problem."

"Christian School...please tell me it is a college of some kind," Brianna pleaded. "For that matter, please tell me you are at least eighteen."

"My school is Freedom Fellowship University here in Lancaster," I assured her, "and I'm eighteen. I have been for a few months."

"Thank God. I was afraid that I had broken the law," she sighed. "So is there anything you want to know about me?"

"What's your major? Do you have someone in your life? What year are you in college?" I inquired.

"You don't want a picture or to know my age?" she asked with some curiosity.

"Well, age isn't really a factor for me, unless you are some kind of child prodigy, you should be legal. As for a picture, not really, because if you see me and don't want to hook up, there is no harm, no foul," I outlined. There was a pause on her part.

"Zane, where did you say you went to school?" she asked suspiciously, leading me to believe I was the victim of an internet search.

"FFU. And I know it is an All-Girls School but I am a student here. It is a long story but Leigh and Tawny can verify it," I swore.

"Wow...what is it like?" Brianna questioned.

"Me and over nine hundred women? It is exhausting, plus the Administration wants me gone so my school days are full of excitement," I confessed.

"So what exactly were you doing with that young lady I helped out tonight, anyway?" she asked.

"We have a quaint little tradition here at FFU called Handmaiden's Duty. It requires any freshmen to do any task that a more senior student asks, baring anything actually damaging. Freshmen are safe in classrooms and dorm rooms," I related.

"So, you end up doing things like shaving a girl's legs, or shaving her muff in a rose design -- that's classic," Brianna murmured appreciatively. "And here I was afraid you were a whore."

"I prefer the term 'slut' over 'whore,' but I am a slut. I love women, and I love learning about a woman's body, how special it is, unique and exquisite," I told her.

"Damn...you sound sincere," she said with compassion.

"That is because I am," I replied honestly.

"Okay, here you go," she stated, and a picture arrived in my box. My eyes must have bugged because there were giggles on either side of me.

"Brianna, I'm afraid your eyes will steal my soul," I whispered. "They are so deep and green, like an angry, rich sea whipped by a storm."

"First off -- wow, that's a hell of a sweet thing to tell a girl," she sighed sexually. "Second, who are you with? Or at least tell me how many girls you are with."

"I call 'em like I see 'em, and I leave a woman's identity in her own keeping so it's not something for me to reveal," I responded, trying to be chivalrous.

"Opal!" called out Opal (funny how that works), and tilting herself into view.

"Brandi," my second bed-buddy added with a bit more decorum and only showing her head.

"They sound cheerful -- I mean, Opal and Brandi, you sound cheerful. How is my boy Zane doing tonight?" Brianna called out.

"Thank you for your help tonight, but to set the record straight, he's our boy," Opal corrected her.

"His work looks great," Brandi jumped in, then grabbed my phone, lowered it, and took a pic of my handiwork on her body. "Neat, huh?"

"That is so cool!" Brianna reacted to the view she was presented with. "It looks just like mine. Are you sure this was his first effort? If so, he's got talent."

"This was my first effort, I swear," I defended my creation and retrieved my phone.

"Quiet, Zane, the ladies are talking," Opal mocked me.

"Oh? Oh, hell no!" I roared at Opal. I dropped the phone and leapt on her while she squeaked and tried to roll away off the bed. I caught her and we struggled, me on top. Opal beat me with her fists but it was more play fighting than real because she couldn't stop laughing.

"What's going on?" Brianna shouted. "Come on, somebody, show me what he's doing to her?"

Brandi picked up the phone and swung it toward us. I had Opal pressed under me, her fists pinned to the side by my hands, and my hips keeping her legs apart. Her legs were wrapped over my hips, her heels kicking into my rump. While Opal's playful lilt rang out I was busy nibbling her neck, which was turning that lilt into deeper moans.

Brandi recorded a short video, including one of her waving 'Hi' for Brianna's later use.

"There you go," Brandi grinned.

"Holy Crap, he's living his life in a porno," Brianna exploded with laughter. "Hey, Adele, come look at this!" I prayed that Adele was her roommate and not someone she barely knew who was passing down the street.

"Whoa!" a different voice came on seconds later, "That's the boy you bought? Brianna, I'll do your calculus homework for a month. Fair trade?" Bought? Was this going too far?

"No!" Brianna declared. "He's all mine -- for a whole day I can do with him whatever I want."

Huh? Seriously, what had I gotten into over the sake of one woman's private parts and some freaky tradition I had perverted? Was this God telling me he was angry with me?

"Now listen up, Kappa Sigs," Opal lectured, "he's yours for one day because we are letting him off his leash, but he's ours every other day, and night, for the next four years. He's the only one we have and he's got to satisfy all of us before we graduate."

Now it is clear; I've gone to hell. I'm surrounded by gorgeous girls who want to murder me with the thing I love the most -- sex. If Opal hadn't felt so wonderful beneath me, I'd have cried right then and there.

"Try not to suck all the cum out of him," Brianna began, "because I like to ..." she didn't finish because,

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Brandi exploded, "I gave my first blowjob a few minutes ago and it was heaven (not that Heaven). I mean, WOW! He was thick and creamy and a bit salty, and there was lots of it, but WOW! I could have been doing this in High School!" 

"Congratulations on your first BJ ..." Adele congratulated Brandi.

"Brandi," she told them who she was.

"Brandi. Can you show us how it is done ... right now?" Brianna suggested.

"It was thick and creamy and salty too, and lots of it." We could hear Adele lick her lips. I had to stop this.

"No. No more blowjobs tonight," I laid down the law. "Brianna and Adele, it is past eleven here and I have to be up at 5:30 so I'm calling this quits for tonight. Feel free to call me whenever but please remember the two-hour differential."

"Man knows his time zones," Adele chuckled.

"I spent over two years in Thailand," I informed them.

"Really? One of our sisters is from Thailand. Hang on, I'll go get her," Brianna said.

"Wait, how do we know you actually spent time in Thailand?" Adele inquired playfully.

"Tell her this," I said, then related a sentence in Thai which I had Brianna repeat several times until she got it right.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"Go tell her and find out. I wouldn't steer you wrong or cause you pain, trust me," I responded. Brianna was gone for over a minute but when she returned, she had a new voice with her. It belonged to a stunning Thai woman who gave me a traditional Thai greeting and we chatted amiably for a few minutes in her language.

She was a city girl but she'd heard of the boondocks I'd lived in. She actually was half-Thai, with a Malay mother and a Thai father, though they all lived in San Diego for the past five years. We were coasting along when suddenly she exclaimed,

"Wait! You are the guy with THE DICK!" Jarunee, the Thai girl.

"I am a guy and I do have a penis, so technically that could be me," I chuckled.

"No, you are the guy who nailed Paris and Leigh in Virginia," she clarified.

"Guilty, though I prefer 'got together with' over 'nailed'." I tried to salvage some dignity.

"No. Dude, we went over things pixel by pixel and Leigh's scream made the glass in her windows vibrate. In California, that qualifies as 'nailed her'." Jarunee laughed, then said, "So what's the debt on this guy like?"

"He owes me twenty-four continuous hours of service," Brianna replied cautiously. Somehow, my spending the night with her had turned into twenty-four hours of servitude.

"I'm already doing her Calculus homework for a month," Adele volunteered.

"I didn't accept that deal," Brianna pointed out.

"I'll do your Psych term paper for you," Jarunee offered.

"Oh, come on," I groaned. "You ladies don't even know me. I could be a moron with the personality of cottage cheese."

"Brother," Jarunee snickered, "on Saturday you nailed two Sisters another unknown chick, then had a four-way at your house that same night, and now we find you with two more lick-worthy babes in bed together. You have to be doing something right." I felt totally betrayed by my sex drive.

"Wait," Brandi interjected. "He had a date last night with a Senior named Heaven. I'm sure he nailed her too." I fell face first into my pillow and began sobbing.

"Zane, did you have sex last night?" Brianna teased me. I nodded into my pillow. "With more than one person?" I nodded again, then there was a pause. "At the same time?" Another nod.

"Ladies," Opal jumped in, "I will also testify that he had sex in the shower this morning with more than one girl but it was more of a 'satisfy us girls' kind of thing. I think that solves your dilemma -- Zane is user friendly; the more users, the better he performs."

"Opal! Brandi!" growled Barbie Lynn sharply, having arrived unnoticed. "It is past time for you to go." Opal's eyes flew wide and she reached for her discarded clothes. Brandi dropped the phone and ran for the door.

"Brandi! Dress first and then go," Barbie Lynn directed angrily. Brandi tiptoed back to my bed and rapidly dressed herself. I could tell Barbie was faking the anger but it was a good sell.

I rolled onto my side and picked up the phone from the quilt.

"Sorry, ladies, time for me to go," I sighed groggily.

"Who is this new girl, Zane?" Brianna asked.

"That's Barbie Lynn Masters, my Dorm Mother," I replied.

"Dorm Mother?" Adele inquired.

"Yes. I'm in an all-girls dorm, thus a female dorm head," I explained.

"I'll fill you girls in later." Brianna preempted yet another explanation from me about my current circumstances.

"Who is on the phone, Zane?" Barbie asked as the other two girls fled down the stairs and she sat on the bed next to me.

"Brianna, Adele, and Jarunee from the Kappa Sigma House at Colorado State," I almost wept. Barbie took the phone and looked at the three women.

"That's his Dorm Mother?" I heard Jarunee remark to her sisters. "She looks like a Playboy Bunny." Barbie Lynn looked at the Colorado State crowd.

"Hey, y'all," Barbie Lynn greeted them, which resulted in a chorus of hellos, then "Zane?"

"The compressed version: I had to sell a day of my life to fulfill a Handmaiden's Duty obligation to Brandi, and during Spring Break Brianna is going to collect," I explained.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 08



"Well, goodnight Colorado State girls. It is time for Zane to go to bed," Barbie Lynn stated authoritatively.

"Forgive my presumptiveness, Barbie Lynn," remarked Jarunee snidely, "but you have on a see-through white spaghetti strap top with a bare midriff and pink short shorts that look like they last fit you when you were twelve. Do you really expect us to believe that Zane is going to sleep now?"

"Oh, I never said he was going to sleep, ladies," Barbie Lynn smiled sweetly and possessively. "I said he was going to bed. See, I'm cold and lonely and empty inside and Zane's going to burn me up, fill me until I can't take anymore, and hold me all night long." She let that image hang there for a few seconds. "Night, y'all", and she hung up.

"Thanks for covering for me, Barbie Lynn. I'm at my wit's end," I sighed as I rolled over onto my back.

"Cover for you? Zane, if I don't get some of your stiff cock in me this hour, I'm going to break down in tears, so please, please help me," she pouted, and leaned forward, wanton lust personified.

What did that old soldier say? 'Time enough for me to sleep when I'm dead'. I believed that. I also was coming to believe that I'd be dead before my nineteenth birthday, a combination of lack of sleep, sexual exhaustion, and/or an angry male relative/boyfriend. Of course, all of that philosophizing really didn't matter right then.

Barbie Lynn was sympathetic enough to be on top in our '69' position, having resurrected my rod and taking great pleasure in licking my shaft around and around. I had two strong handfuls of Barbie-tush, which I kneaded like unbaked bread when the phone rang again.

"Mmm hmmmhmm," Barbie Lynn mumbled around my cock, unwilling to let go. She was telling me not to answer but I did anyway, in case it was Rio or Iona. It was Brianna instead.

"Hey, Brianna," I said quietly, then stifled the scream that came with Barbie Lynn biting my shaft hard enough to let me know she missed my oral attentions to her pussy.

"Zane, are you okay?" Brianna responded.

"I'm in a '69', giving cunnilingus, and my partner is unhappy to the point she bit my cock, so no, I'm not okay. Now what can I do for you? But please keep in mind I may become a eunuch if this takes too long," I answered.

"Whoops, sorry, but what did you have us tell Jarunee? She won't say," she asked softly.

"I said 'Your nectar tastes like a fresh mountain rain with a sprinkle of ginger'," I informed her.

"And you had me tell this to a sorority sister of mine?" she questioned.

"It is part of an erotic Thai poem, and it is not something a casual tourist would know," I pointed out. "You wanted to know if I had actually lived there; right?"

"You are right; sorry. And now that I think of it, the line is kind of nice," Brianna admitted. There was a moment of silence, then, "What does she taste like?"

"Caramel with a hint of raw cocoa," I told her, assuming she was asking about Barbie Lynn.

"Wow," she whispered. "What do you think I taste like?"

"I will find out when the time is right. I find each woman to be unique so why ruin the exploration with preconceived notions?" I enlightened her to my approach.

"I'm like raw maple syrup," she described to me after bringing two slick fingers up from off-screen and sucking them into her mouth. "I'm Canadian, from Winnipeg. My major is Biomedical Engineering, and I'm currently seeing someone but...I'm not happy with the relationship," she confided.

"Canadian explains the accent I..." slurp, slurp, slurp, "...couldn't place. I haven't a clue what a biomedical engineer does but though I'm only a lowly freshman, I am Pre-Med, and," slurp, slurp, flick, flick, flick, groan "...Happiness is like sunlight; more precious than life, impossible to hold, yet ignored until it is absent, or so I was told by a wise old man," I sighed.

Brianna was silent and Barbie Lynn had stopped her ministrations to my manhood. I looked around her thigh to see what was wrong and she was staring at me with the soulful blue eyes of a seraph, a tear brimming along her lashes when I first gazed upon her, and then arching down her cheek as I watched.

"Damn it, I have to go, Brianna. I've made my girl cry," I relayed to the Kappa Sig. I caught her quiet goodbye before I hung up but I was paying more attention to Barbie, who slowly uncoiled and crawled on top of me, placing her ear over my heart. I stroked her hair, waiting for her to order her emotions and communicate her thoughts to me.

"I came up here tonight doubting myself, Zane. I thought I was nothing more than another face on the cavalcade of women you've conquered, and you have conquered me alright," Barbie Lynn sighed. "It isn't love, Zane, at least I don't think it is, but I can never be the same, having been with you, and when I look at that, I realize how massive a change that is."

"I came here knowing there'd be two girls and you would have made them very happy and you would welcome me like you always do...and I felt old and used," she confessed, "and in a few simple words, a few sentences, you tell me without even talking to me how special all of us are to you."

"You've never seen her and I doubt you've known her more than an hour or two, but when she calls in the middle of the night while you are being pleasured, you put your own needs aside and make her feel better about herself...a total stranger," she relates with a certain wonderment. "Forget what you've taught me about sex; Zane, you've showed me how to be a better person."

"Don't let me ruin the moment, but please don't forget about the sex. Sex with you is the best I've ever had, period. It blows my mind how good it is and how lucky I am to be with you," I revealed to her.

"Even without me giving you my virginity?" she whispered.

"The Ocean is salty so God gives us rain. I'm not going to waste a single moment worrying or wanting something that isn't mine, or mine to give, Barbie Lynn. You give me your body every time we get together. You aren't holding anything back, not as far as I'm concerned, and I hope and pray I never feel differently because then I would be someone I don't like," I continued.

"If you only want to cuddle for the next nine months, I'll still want you beside me every night. I'm not with you because of the sex -- which is AWESOME -- but because it feels natural to be with you," I confided, with a steady desire to hold her close. Barbie Lynn propped herself up on her elbows, her hands forming a shelf for her to rest her chin on.

She leaned forward to kiss my lips but at the last moment, pushed forward and bit my nose painfully.

"Ow!" I gasped.

"Let's get back to the AWESOME then," she giggled, renewed by our emotional watershed. My last conscious thought sometime later was, 'how are we going to get by on three hours' sleep?' 



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 09



*Domestication may be our second greatest accomplishment, exceeded only by Fire*

Thank you Frontma for editing yet another one.

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

Making Mistakes 

"Back up, all you horny bitches," Rio growled. "Clearly he's on life support." I would have asked her to be more polite but my only real desire was to crawl back into bed at that moment. I must have looked like hell because everyone actually did what Rio ordered, and I'm pretty sure Opal could beat Rio into next week if she desired.

As it was, my ladies stood watch over me with a compassion and tenderness most of them couldn't have imagined holding for me a week ago. I showered, and by unspoken consensus, Iona got to towel me off and fixed said towel around my waist so I could go back to my 'room'. That warm fuzzy feeling got my fires going where hot water had failed. I probably saved us a whole lot of headaches too -- for them anyway.

Rhaine, Mercy, and one other of her group were leaning against the far wall when I came through the bathroom door. Without being obvious, I let the door shut then slammed my heel against it.

"No more games," Rhaine gloated, as the three of them came off the wall. Bump, bump, bump came from the far side of the door. Rhaine looked at me with curiosity, not sure what that noise was. 

Lucky for me, the first person who would have followed me out the door was Iona, thankfully blessed with good hearing, and despite smacking her face into the door, she managed to both not curse and to keep the others quiet when they walked into her.

"Was there someone in there with you?" Rhaine interrogated me. I arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah," I grinned. "Lots of people love to wake up and get wet before 6:00 a.m., but why don't we go in there to make sure? Answer me one thing, though; what color is your bra?"

"That's none of your business, you pervert," Rhaine shot back angrily.

"I'm just saying that if it is white, you are going to look pretty naked when I get you under that showerhead," I smiled lasciviously. It wasn't hard; Rhaine had a tight, hot body and if it wasn't for that bitchy personality...wait, am I looking for even more sex? Someone please shoot me.

Rhaine had clearly heard something and was trying to make up her mind if she could both check it out and keep me contained when I decided to change her train of thought. I gave an exaggerated sigh, took off my towel, threw it over my shoulder, and headed to my room.

"Put...put...put...put that towel...back on," Rhaine stammered.

"Why? There are not supposed to be any girls out on the fifth floor at this hour. It is all mine, according to the Chancellor herself," I said over my shoulder. "Now, are you coming along or do I get to shut my door in your face?"

"We don't care," Rhaine tried to recover the momentum, "we have a key."

"I don't believe you," I accused her as I stopped and kept looking over my shoulder. Barbie Lynn must be right, I have a really fine ass, because that was what they were all staring at.

"Well, I have one," she taunted me as she brandished it in my face -- from ten feet away. I just had to beam a smile her way. 

Her key was silver; mine, which hung around my neck on a light chain, was bronze, as were all five of the original keys. Someone was giving out copies of my room key; what a bunch of fuck-nuts. I turned and walked right up to her, which entailed backing her into a wall since she was trying to backpedal away, her eyes torn between my fiery gaze and awakening erection.

The other two made to grab me but were flummoxed by my lack of clothing. I took the opportunity to press myself into Rhaine, who was giving me the deer-in-the-headlights look, ran a hand along her jaw and curled a lock of hair. I tickled her cheek with that lock, causing Rhaine to blush and her eyes to flutter.

"Thanks, Rhaine. You are helping me out more than you know. If there is anything...I mean anything...I can do for you, let me know," I softly growled with a wolfish hunger to her, but still loud enough for her companions to hear. I stepped back and strutted away again, my semi-rigid rod swaggering back and forth.

"Let's go to my room," I laughed.

"Weren't we supposed to hurt him if he tried anything like that?" one girl whispered.

"But he was naked," responded Mercy quietly. "What would happen if...you know...we touched...IT?"

"We are not going to your room with you," Rhaine shouted at me.

"Fine, suit yourself, because it isn't like I'm going to avail myself of any of the three fire escapes that lead off the roof," I chortled. "Also, touching IT can lead to blindness and sterility in the elderly under twelve and children over 65," I purposely attempted to confuse them. Children over 65...sometimes I need to show the whole world that I'm not getting enough sleep.

I was still laughing at my screw-up as the door swung shut. At the last second I failed to hear the 'clunk' of the latch hitting home, though I was already to my bed, when I heard the first hesitant footfalls on steps. I was well into my morning meditative trance, lotus style, when Rhaine crested the stairs. My eyes were shut but I could tell by her sharp intake of breath where she was and what she was staring at.

"Put on some clothes!" she barked. I remained blind and silent. "I said 'put on some clothes'," she repeated. I hardly had more reason to do so now than I had a second ago. "Put on your clothes," she now sounded petulant; no response. We remained silent for almost a minute -- I normally remain still for ten minutes -- when she said the magic word. "Would you please put some clothes on?"

"Please?" I responded, cracking open one eye. "Come over right now and give me a kiss; then I'll get dressed. Otherwise, you have to wait nine more minutes while I remain in prayer."

"Prayer?" whispered Mercy; strangely, I prayed to the Christian God when I meditated, drawing upon Psalms and the Songs of Solomon mostly.

"I will not kiss you; you sex...sex...sex fiend!" Rhaine shouted with disgust. I closed my eye and went back into my own little dream demi-plain.

"Get dressed," she insisted once more. I could keep this up for another eight and a half minutes. Finally, in frustration, she stalked up to the side of my bed, the other two in tow. "If we need to, I'll escort you straight to the gymnastics facility where Coach Gorman can administer another lesson in humility."

Since I hardly felt humiliated by our last encounter, I felt no necessity to slip out of my Center. My carpets were thin cast-offs from an earlier college epoch so they hardly aided any stealth attempt. Rhaine walked up to me, weighed her options, then pushed me lightly.

"Get dressed, Zane," she said, neither convincingly angry nor commanding.

That didn't work so she repeated the phrase and pushed harder. The third attempt used more strength but got the same results. Rhaine decided that her problem was in the application of force, not her message, so to increase her push, she placed a knee on the bed and pushed harder.

"Get dreee..." she squealed as I fell over, grabbing her wrist and pulling her with me.

I leapt on top of her even as she rolled from her stomach to her back. Rhaine's eyes were wide as I dove in for a kiss. Her lips were locked shut so nothing more happened. She was still struggling for words when Mercy and the other girl grabbed my arms and yanked me up and back.

"Get off of me," Rhaine shouted, a little too late to be effective or believable. Experienced leg-breakers usually keep their victim's arms up or to the side; they never stick them between their thighs. As it was, I was being pulled back on my knees, pinning Rhaine's shins to the bed and my hands merely inches away from their pussies. Was it Christmas already?

So much of life is about leverage of one kind or another and in this case, the leverage was all in my captor's favor, so I needed to change things up.

"Let go of me!" I shouted, struggled, and slipped my hands higher up their thighs. I'm not going to win an Oscar but I did make Rhaine smile at my feigned discomfort, to the point she propped herself up and grinned wickedly at me.

"Now you are going to do what I say," she gloated.

"Oh, I don't think so," I grinned right back. I rolled my arms in my shoulder joints and launched my upper body toward Rhaine. For those fans of physics, when the shoulder goes down and they've made the elbow a pivot point, then the lower arm goes up...science is my friend.

I rolled my fore- and middle finger into one stiff rod and prodded Mercy's and her partner's perineums. They yelped and pulled back, drawing my fingers onto their slits and along them until I flicked their slumbering clits. Their faces flushed crimson as they stumbled back and released my arms. This allowed me to descend on Rhaine unimpeded. Her mouth open in a surprised 'O', our lips met and then our tongues touched inside her mouth.

I was quick enough to wrap my arms around her before her back hit the bed.

"Mmmmm" she protested inside our oral embrace. "Mmmm" she mumbled, before..."mmmm..." she ended up moaning. I was a bit curious why Mercy and the as-of-yet named accomplice weren't all over this, breaking us apart, when I felt Rhaine's legs move from beneath me, to up my sides until they crossed over my ass and locked me in.

"Is that...your...I'm not sure what to call it...penis?" she whispered between kisses. How she had become oblivious of her cohorts was beyond me.

"I prefer the term cock," I responded with great gentleness but with a hungry stare, "but if penis works for you," I added with a slow, steady, downward pressure with my hips upon hers.

Rhaine groaned from deep within, her head lolled back, and her eyes became somewhat unfocussed.

"Ooohhh, yes," she mouthed, barely audible.

"Rhaine?" Mercy inquired.

"Get...get off of Rhaine," the third girl said weakly. "Please?"

Since she said please, I obliged. I flipped us over so that Rhaine was on top. I'm not sure how happy the girl was because Rhaine showed no haste in dismounting me, though we did stop kissing once more.

"Would you...would you please get dressed now," Rhaine panted. I would have been more impressed, and able, if Rhaine hadn't been humping me at the moment. Clearly, my cock had wedged itself right against her panty-covered love box, her lips divided and her clit rubbing along my shaft.

"You really are quite beautiful," I complimented her, as I brushed some loose hairs out of her eyes. Her face softened and she gave me her first compassionate smile. She also ground down on me harder, biting her lip as she did so. The two companions decided something...technically, it could be called a rescue mission, but I never really figured out who was being rescued as they grabbed my arms that encompassed Rhaine.

The unnamed girl grabbed my unresisting hand and pulled it to her chest and kept it pinned tightly there. Mercy made even less pretense of actually helping out. She grabbed my other hand and put it in her lap. This would have been minutely more believable if her skirt hadn't 'accidentally' ridden up her thighs so that when I curled in my fingers, my hand slipped between her thighs.

Any guess as to what happened when I flexed them again? As best as I could tell (I was still dealing with a face full of Rhaine), she had raised her closest thigh to block her friends from seeing what she was doing and was thrusting my hand into her crotch like it was some sort of fleshy dildo...with the 'finger-tickler' function.

Heavy breathing, five seconds grinding my hand in deep, fifteen seconds figuring out that I was working my fingers underneath the elastic bands of her panties, twenty-two seconds. After that, she spread her thighs open slowly and as wide as she hoped she could get away with without being caught. She remained absolutely still as I slipped two fingers underneath her virginal armor and into her cream-covered labia while rubbing my thumb against her clit from the outside.

Back to Rhaine: "I hope...ugh, ugh...you have learned...ugh, ugh, ugh...oh, God...your lesson...ugh, ugh...and we won't...Oooohhhhhh...have to force ourselves on...oh, yeah...ugh, ugh...you again." By this time, Rhaine had soaked her panties so thoroughly that she was making squishing noises as she rode me.

"If you give me one more kiss," I grinned at her, "I'll do what you want and get dressed." I've rarely seen someone so arrogant and conceited so utterly baffled about what they should do. Obviously, if she kissed me and I stood up, we would stop having 'safe sex,' but she was truly, in her heart, trying to enforce her will on me too.

"Fine," I saved her, "if you kiss me until I surrender to you, I'll go quietly and do what you say all day long." At no time was it ever discussed between us what it would take to make me surrender; she never gave me the chance. She grabbed my head with both hands and proceeded to suck the air out of my lungs and use her tongue to wrestle my tongue into submission.

No-Name Girl wasn't humping me like a kitten on speed or pretending I was blind and her cunny was Braille -- imparting knowledge by touch; she was playing the nervous virgin. I gave the slightest nudge toward her left breast -- she stopped me. I repeated the motion and she stopped me again. On the third try, she controlled my gradual migration over her breast and centered my fingertips over her nipple.

Mind you, I still had a face full of Rhaine so I couldn't see what I was doing, but I've had sex on moonless nights and I've even had sex blindfolded once (we both were and it was really fun), so I had some experience at sexual navigation by touch alone. I didn't grab, grope, or shake her orb around; I palmed the breast and slowly contracted the hand up, letting the fingers and thumb bring the areolas and nipple into a tantalizing squeeze -- then re-extend hand and repeat.

Her nipple was pretty average but it soon made an appearance, so on the seventh stroke, I migrated my hand toward the middle of her chest. She groaned in disappointment until I tapped on two of her buttons rapidly before going back to the breast. She understood right off the bat and that shirt got unbuttoned in three seconds flat. Another squeeze and I rolled like a gentle breeze back to the sternum, under the shirt, and to her surprise, under the bra, and started tweaking the nipple and letting her breast roll in my palm.

You know, it would be easier to tell my friends from my enemies if they weren't both trying to fuck me to death. I guess all my girl-'friends' do it out of love; my enemies are trying to bring me closer to God...as long as I get there from outside the campus grounds. There are a million worse ways to die and I shouldn't complain; the most important point is that I do have friends after all.

Making the Most of Punishment

I had barely gotten Nameless to suck two of my fingers and my thumb to slippery goodness and returned them to working her nipple when I heard someone not on the bed speak.

"Do you think we have enough footage now, Iona?" Rio purred in a lethally seductive voice.

"In the words of the immortal Rio Talon," Iona recited, "these bitches are toast."

Dedicated readers will recall how I once claimed that I didn't live in the real world; I lived in Crazy Town. I still do. Rhaine rolled off me, into Nameless, and they clutched each other to avoid tumbling off my bed. (I have a newer, far bigger bed on order for the very reason that I'm tired of lovely ladies nearly taking headers off my favorite sexual encounter spot.)

Rhaine was bosom to bosom with a girl whose shirt was wide open with one boob pulled out of her bra. My hand was yanked free in the exchange so I rapidly pushed myself into a semi-reclined position. Why was I not getting all the way up, you ask? Reference: Crazy Town - Mercy decided that being secretly included in a sex video was a huge turn-on.

She started riding my two fingers like they were a mini-cock and she was going off like gangbusters.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes...aaaaaaaaaaaahhhahhhhhhh." Mercy's whimpers kept rising in volume.

"Oh, here it comes," was Barbie Lynn's assessment, based on deep personal experience with me.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh," Mercy continued with even more vigor.

"Don't you worry, Barbie Lynn," Rio patted her on the shoulder, "she's not nearly as loud as you are."

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," Mercy's whimpers became hiccups as I redoubled my efforts on her clitoris.

"She's no Leigh either," Opal pointed out.

"Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai," Mercy began yelping louder still.

"What is he doing to her?" Brandi gasped in wonderment.

"Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba," Mercy's diaphragm began building up a terrible tension deep inside.

"Ask him to show that to you in the shower tomorrow," Opal sighed, reliving her own tactile experiences under my care. "I'm not fixated on his cock; if I can't have it, I'll settle for his hands and mouth on me whenever I can get it."

"MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!" Mercy's head rolled back and she howled at the ceiling, killing all conversation in an instant. Silence hung over the room.

Mercy started to fall forward but I caught her and let her drop onto my chest. I held her close until I felt her breathing start to come under control. She pushed up enough to look at me with eyes brimming with tears.

"I'm ruined," she told me in a tired, raspy voice, then put her face into my shoulder and began wailing uncontrollably. 

I stroked her back and hair with my free hand. My other hand was covered in Mercy's fluids, and while some chicks might get off on being covered in their love juice, I doubted Mercy was into that kink; and besides, she was in her school uniform.

"You are fine," I cooed. "No one is showing that video to anyone so you are safe. You are one of us and we'll protect you."

That last bit was pulled 'outta my ass' so to speak. Every one of my friends up here had their own idea what our relationship was about and I could hardly speak for any one of them, much less all of us.

"Speak for yourself, Numnuts; I'm going to sink these skanks," Rio growled.

"Rio -- please," I requested in a calm and tender voice. She glared back with ill-concealed rage.

"Do you have any idea what these bitches have been doing to me and the other freshmen?" Rio spat back.

"Only the vaguest. And I am not saying they shouldn't make amends but there are two things we should consider," I began. 

It is a testament to how close Rio and I had grown that she permitted me to continue talking uninterrupted.

"If we turn them in, we are precisely the type of people they think we are, immoral degenerates. This is supposed to be fun and liberating; if we start breaking people because they cut loose, actually express themselves and have fun, we become what they are and what we despise. I'll leave first," I told her.

"Also, as strange as it sounds -- probably more to you and me than anyone else on campus -- we are Christians," I continued. Rio scoffed and clearly thought I'd lost my mind -- or sold out.

"You don't bend, Rio. You know right and wrong, and while you often choose wrong, you don't make excuses about it, and I've never had a better friend because I know you mean what you say and say what you mean, no matter how cutting," I explained.

"You have clearly lived a socially deprived life..." Rio taunted me, but her words cracked under her emotional turmoil "...if I'm what you consider to be a good friend, you stupid bitch moron cocksucker."

"Let's put it to a vote," Iona volunteered the notion.

"I think that's a good idea," Barbie Lynn stated, with Brandi and Opal agreeing.

"Fine, whatever," grumbled Rio.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 09



"Okay. We are voting on whether or not we use the video as leverage against Rhaine, Mercy and..." I looked to the nameless girl.

"Joy," she provided. "Joy Jefferson."

"Okay, and Joy Jefferson," I finished. "I vote 'no'."

"I vote 'No'," Barbie Lynn went first, but Iona was right behind her with the same vote.

"I'm actually with Rio on this one," Brandi said. "They are trying to get rid of Zane. I vote 'Yes'."

"I vote 'Yes' as well," Opal agreed. "They shouldn't even be in our dorm or in Zane's room." The most surprised person in the room was now Rio. She clearly expected all the girls who had 'fallen under my spell' to do what I said, leaving her to be in the too familiar spot of being the Odd Woman Out.

"I vote 'Yes' for both those reasons," she beamed hate at Rhaine, "plus I am Evil and I want your parents' heads to explode when they see you humping a guy in his dorm room while your lesbian buddies hold him down."

"It is a tie," Iona pointed out. "What do we do now?"

"It isn't a tie," I countered. "Not every FFU student has voted."

"Oh, fuck no," Rio snapped. "They don't get a vote. I'll run and get Cappy and she'll sink their asses."

"Okay," I told her. "I'm sure you can relate to having your fate boned by forces beyond your control. You go out and get as many people as you think are necessary to get them expelled and possibly tossed out by their parents. Take your time; there is nowhere they can run." 

Rio got halfway down the stairs before she came storming back up in a fury that would make a tornado proud.

"Move, Bitch," she screamed at Mercy. I pushed Mercy out of the way because I knew what was coming while she had no clue. I scooted to the edge of the bed closest to where Rio was charging. SLAP! Oh, fuck, that hurt.

"You motherfucking, cock-smoking, son of a bitch," she seethed. SLAP! resounded from my other cheek. 

I caught a glimpse of Iona coming to my aid but she was corralled by Barbie Lynn in time. Opal looked concerned and Brandi was totally stunned.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that," she screamed -- SLAP! "I am not the Better Person. People fuck with me and I make them burn! Do you hear me?"

"I understand," I responded with quiet, sincere intensity. Rio hauled off to hit me again and stopped.

"Give them to me, Zane. Don't fight me on this. You'll be sorry," she threatened.

"I'm doing this because I am your friend, Rio. From 6:00 a.m. on Day One, it has been you and me, and in four years when we earn our release, it will still be you and me," I related.

"I don't fucking need you or your fucking pity, Shit For Brains," she growled.

"Did it ever occur to you that I'm doing this for me, not you?" I explained. "Look around you right now; mostly really special people but none of them have lost their family and been sent off to live in exile."

"My family is not dead, Zane," she replied, her anger misting away like fog before the Sun.

"They may live and breathe but you lost them some time ago just the same," I prodded her. Rio said nothing for the longest time, then a lone tear escaped down her cheek.

"Sorry, Bro," she stroked my tenderized cheek.

"I'm seriously awake now, if that's any consolation," I smirked.

"Smart ass," she chuckled back.

"Are they okay now?" I overheard Brandi asking the other three girls on my side.

"Oh, they are fine, Brandi," drawled Barbie Lynn. "They are like feuding twin brother and sister...somewhat incestuous, mind you, but they are about as close to kin, without being kin, as anyone I've ever seen, save Christina and Heaven."

"Rio?" I requested once more.

"Fine, the dumb bunnies can vote," she snarled, "but I am praying to God they screw it up anyway."

"How do you ladies vote?" I looked to Rhaine but addressed them all.

"Um, 'No'," Rhaine said quietly. When no one said anything, Joy rapidly agreed. That left everyone looking at Mercy not that her vote mattered to the final outcome; Rhaine and company were safe by at least one vote no matter what.

"I," sniff, "okay, yes," gak, "I mean No!" she corrected, then added, "thank you."

"The Noes have it; the video will be archived, not to be seen again until my funeral, which might convince Rhaine to let me live in peace," I teased. The three seniors sighed with relief.

"Now for the punishment," Barbie Lynn pronounced.

"What?" Rhaine blanched. "I thought we covered that. Are you going back on your word?"

"No," Barbie Lynn smiled. "The video is out of bounds but there is still the matter of this being my dorm and me finding you in one of my student's rooms sexually molesting him. Re-read the Handbook if you doubt me or my authority, Rhaine."

"We were told to be here by Dean Gorman," Rhaine countered.

"Coach Gorman told you to go into Zane's room, sit on his lovely piece of male reproductive perfection, and ride it like you were in the Pony Express?" Barbie smirked. Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy realized that they had no plausible defense and too many witnesses.

"What about you all being here?" Rhaine reposed desperately.

"We heard his cries for help," Rio beamed. "I think Zane's cries went something like, 'Help, help, I'm trying to remain pure but these scantily clad babes are tearing off their clothes and partaking of my muscular, well-toned man-flesh'."

"But that's a lie," Rhaine wailed.

"Rhaine, we just salvaged your college career, if not your entire life, and you are worried about Rio's colorful recreation of events?" I inquired. 

"What is the punishment?" I looked to Barbie.

"Spanking," she declared. "Three swats from each of us should do it - barehanded."

Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy looked unhappy but not horrified. They looked decidedly less happy when Rio perked up.

Morphing Intentions

"Iona goes first," Rio said gleefully. "And it has to be on the bare, naked bottom -- no panties; three spanks from each of us on each of you, no more than three minutes between the first and last."

"No way," Rhaine snapped. She moved to the edge of the bed and stood up.

"Fine. Let's go to Gorman's office right now," Barbie Lynn declared. "Zane, you come along as soon as you get dressed.

"I'll do it," Mercy sniffled. "I'll take my spanking."

"Me too," Joy joined in. Rhaine looked around for some lifeline but there was none.

"Very well; let's get this over with," Rhaine conceded. The three girls took off their panties...which probably needed replacing anyway...turned around, bent over, and put their hands on the bed.

"No, no, no," Rio denounced their efforts. "All three of you, on the bed, hands and knees with your knees at the edge." When Rhaine looked ready to object, "You agreed to this, Ladies. It is this or else!" The Condemned looked at one another, then slowly obeyed, but Rio wasn't satisfied. She pushed their tushes around and forced them to spread their legs farther apart and generally harangued them until she was happy with the arrangements.

It didn't take a 'Dr. Ruth' to figure out what Rio was really doing but the three victims, plus Brandi and Iona, had no idea what they were in store for.

"Iona, you first; give them something to remember you by. I'm next, followed by Barbie Lynn, Brandi, Opal, and Zane bats clean-up," (snicker) Rio directed.

Barbie Lynn walked down the line, lifting up each skirt onto their back while I scrambled off to get dressed. (Okay, I walked six feet to my wardrobe and dresser.) Iona stood somewhat timidly behind Rhaine, took a deep breath, and...did a rather lukewarm smack. As soon as it fell Iona flinched, and she looked over to a glaring Rio.

The next smack was hard enough to make Rhaine give a startled jump but not really cruel. The third, on the other cheek, was about as forceful. Iona stepped down the line and administered her share of the punishment. When she shuffled over to Rio, she looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Rio. I'm not sure about all of this. I don't want to hurt them," she explained.

"It's cool," Rio soothed her. "You did exactly what I wanted you to do. Now," and whispering followed. Iona shrugged, raided my towel shelf, and headed downstairs quickly. Now it was Rio's turn. She walked up behind Rhaine, knelt between her legs, pressing them apart.

"What the..." Rhaine began.

"Shut up and take it!" Rio growled with such menace that Rhaine turned forward and lowered her head in shame. When Rio placed a hand against Rhaine's rump, it wasn't in anger, though, but to rub it softly.

"Very soft," Rio purred sensually. "Did Iona hurt you?"

"Ah...not too bad," Rhaine stammered, confused by Rio's sudden affection.

"I see a handprint," Rio told her. She was seeing something the rest of us were missing was all I could think. She leaned in and kissed that invisible mark, which caused more of a reaction than any of Iona's slaps.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Rhaine squawked. SLAP! "Ow!" cried Rhaine. She tried to pull away but Rio grabbed her hips with two hands and pulled back.

"You agreed to this," Rio threatened her. Rhaine shuddered but she stopped trying to escape. "Are you going to behave so we can get this over with or do we need to make up an excuse for why we missed breakfast?"

"Fine, fine, let's get this over with," Rhaine said dejectedly.

"Good girl," Rio cooed. She began massaging Rhaine's right ass cheek with one hand while holding tight with her left hand on Rhaine's left hip. Rio placed a kiss on the cleft between the thigh and ass; Rhaine gave a tiny gasp, twitched, and tried to incrementally pull away.

Rio was having none of that.

"Bad girl," she murmured, but there was no slap this time. Instead, she slithered between Rhaine and Joy and whispered into Rhaine's ear. "Would you please get on your elbows, Sweet Rhaine?"

I'd have bet money that Rhaine would have shot off her mouth if not physically resisted, but Rio was Mistress of the Moment and Rhaine meekly complied. Rio was so dominant, she even kissed Rhaine's ear and nipped the earlobe before resuming her station at Rhaine's posterior.

"Is this punishment?" Brandi whispered.

"Just you wait and see, Brandi," was my reply. Rio reached out with her hands, separated her butt cheeks, and soaked in the view. Right when Rhaine started to look underneath herself, Rio pushed her face into her cunt and made a loud sucking sound.

"AH!" Rhaine gasped, startled yet aroused.

"Mmmm," Rio slurped, as she rubbed her face deep into Rhaine's Love box. I recognized the tongue technique of darting deep into the vagina, alternating with a vigorous suction of the clitoris. Instead of trying to get away, Rhaine went from resting on her elbows down to her chest touching the bed, her arms crossed, and her head resting on them. SLAP!

"OW!" Rhaine whined, "That hurt." Rio was too busy giving Rhaine's cunt a world class swirly so it fell to Barbie Lynn to explain.

"That's why it is called punishment, Rhaine," she said, but Rhaine was already moaning in ecstasy. A thin sheen of sweat had just started covering Rhaine's exposed flesh when Iona returned with a wicker basket full of wet cloths.

I was buttoning my shirt and enjoying the show when I caught Joy and Mercy studying Rhaine with some concern and exchanging worried glances with one another. Rio seriously worked over Rhaine's pussy for another minute, then launched one more stinging slap. This time Rhaine screamed into her arm instead of out loud and didn't protest.

Rio stood up and kissed the small of Rhaine's back.

"You have one hot cunt, Bitch. I look forward to tearing another piece of you off later," Rio told her, voice heavy with heated passion. "Iona -- towel." Iona tossed her a towel; Rio caught it one handed and used it to wipe off her face. She smiled at Barbie as the blonde came up and knelt behind Rhaine.

Barbie Lynn's first spank was hardly brutal but it did get Rhaine's attention. She then began kissing each cheek as her hands parted the Senior Class President's (presumptive) butt cheeks. Her attentions wandered between the twin sets of firm muscle, her tongue flicking along Rhaine's pink, puckered star.

"Gak!" Rhaine gasped. She followed it up with a serious tremor throughout her body. Barbie Lynn glanced over to me, gave me a devilish grin, and flexed her eyebrows in sheer delight. Barbie returned to Rhaine's rump and set to work using her extensive skills on her pussy, parting her lips with the fingers of one hand, pinching her clit between the thumb and forefingers of the other hand, and licking along her entire slit with her tongue.

Between Joy's thighs, Rio was putting on a performance that would make Jenna Jameson proud, maybe even envious. Apparently her teenage exploration of the Arizona nightlife had not been the waste of time her parents thought it was. I doubt it mattered to Joy, who was already pushing her ass against Rio's face. On this victim, instead of spanking, Rio was biting her ass hard enough to leave marks and make Joy squeal.

Two minutes into this round, Rhaine lost it and squirted all over Barbie Lynn's face. This was apparently her first squirter because Barbie tried to back away from the eruption, which only guaranteed that it splashed all over her body from eyebrows to both bodacious breasts.

"Rhaine," Barbie Lynn scolded her fellow senior, "you could have warned me."

Rhaine didn't respond; her face nestled down on her arms and her whole body wracked with waves of orgasmic bliss and her lungs fighting for air - she was in no state to respond. As Barbie stripped off her shirt, I gave her a washcloth and one of my white shirts. I tossed Rio her second cloth of the morning and motioned Brandi forward.

"She's...she's still having her orgasm," Brandi questioned.

"That's why this is called punishment," I explained with a knowing smile. Brandi opened her mouth in surprise, followed by understanding, and then a race to get between Rhaine's legs and take her first lick of Rhaine's quivering quim.

"Aaahhh...aaahhh...aaahhh... Barbie Lynn...I've..." Rhaine finally articulated "...never done that before, I swear. I am sorry." That was all she could muster; right after that, her fists crumpled up the quilt on my bed and she bit down on the folds in an attempt to stifle the increasingly slutty moans Brandi was bringing forth.

Barbie Lynn decided not to put on my shirt, maybe not comprehending that her lacy beige bra had been rendered virtually transparent by Rhaine's ejaculate. Besides myself, Opal was also fixated on the view of her pendulous orbs and gorgeous engorged nipples. The blonde took a different approach with Joy. She lifted up the girl's hips, elevated her to the point Barbie could lick her from pubic mound to ass and back again.

I knew Barbie Lynn was strong, but I'd never exploited that quality in that manner. I made a note for experimentation tomorrow night.

"No, no, no, no," Joy repeated in a desperate effort to fight off the sensations that were pulsating in an irresistible current surging up from the wellspring of her womanhood. "I can't do this," she sobbed. "Lord, please save me."

I hurried around the bed and slid beside Joy's head. I took her by the chin and made eye contact.

"Joy, if you really want this to stop, it will end right now," I promised her, though I was sure I was getting a dirty, if unseen, glare from Rio. "You gave your word but if you honestly believe you have been punished enough, take my hand and I'll escort you out of here."

I offered my hand to her and she stared at it.

"Get me out of here," she panted, tears trickling down her cheeks and gathering at her chin.

"No, you get yourself out of here. Give up and agree to leave Mercy and Rhaine to take the punishment you agreed to." 

"Take my hand, abandon them, and I'll clean you up and escort you back to the fifth floor. That will be the end of it and nothing more will be said," I defined my terms. Barbie Lynn was still going to town on Joy's clit and the poor victim so desperately wanted to escape her nearly impossible battle with her own incendiary sexuality, which was no longer begging for release but tearing its prison down brick by brick.

Joy almost reached my hand but fell short at the last moment.

"God forgive me," she wept. He breathing began spiraling out of control. "Ugh, ugh, ugh...oh, please, stop...I beg...beg you." Divine intervention or not, Barbie Lynn's session ended and Joy was given breathing room. She even had a moment to look up at me and give a weak smile as if she had gained some small triumph.

Her self-deception was made evident to her the moment Brandi exploded onto her scene. What the girl lacked in technique and experience, she more than compensated with raw, hungry enthusiasm. Joy's eyes grew as wide as limpid saucers, "Oh, No!" she wailed. Gurgling came next, and finally, "This can't be happpppeeennnniiiiinnnng. God Forgive Meeeeeeeee!" and what may have been her first sexual climax.

She did grab my hands then and pulled them to her. Her face was slack, her mouth open and panting, and her eyes had this far-off look, so I lowered my lips to her face and licked her lips before settling my lips on hers and basically coaxing her tongue as it struggled to deal with several more waves of orgasm. I kept her kiss going with the occasional rest break so she could continue to breath.

"Thank you," she whispered to me as she started to stabilize.

"We FFU have to stick together," I both reminded her and boggled her shaken mind at the same time. Half an hour ago she had no doubt I didn't belong here and wasn't really FFU material, male and immoral. In her regard for me, I could see her blind acceptance of traditional FFU dogma weakening.

"I've got to go now; it is almost my time to start punishing Rhaine," I softly informed Joy. Her hormone-trampled mind struggled to grasp that she was halfway through her torture. Brandi would finish soon, then it would be Opal, and then it would me, a male; me, face first at the gateway to her sacred womb. 

Her virginity would be spared from extinction by my will alone and I could tell that scared the hell out of her. She'd been chosen for her belief that Zane was a corrupter and that extraordinary measures were necessary to drive him out...no matter how sinful they may appear...and now she was face down and bare ass up, surrounded in his room by him and his friends. The most terrifying thing of all may well have been that we had made her feel more like a woman than she'd ever felt before.

Where Rhaine had divorced her feelings and pleasure from her grasp of reality, and Joy was beating herself up every step of the way, Mercy had completely submerged herself in the transformation her body was going through. Mercy had already experienced one orgasm and come crashing down into doubt and self-loathing, only to be shown that her life wasn't over and no one thought the worst of her for actually enjoying sex.

She didn't feel like a tramp or a slut; she felt alive and burning bright, so when Rio gave her that first hard spank, she'd moaned instead of crying out, and when the 'felon' gave her first few licks, Mercy reached under her body with one arm and started rubbing her slit in tandem with Rio's face dance. Even Rio's snicker didn't dampen her ardor, and when Rio took Mercy's hand and pushed two of Mercy's fingers deep in, Mercy thrust back with her hips so that her fingers touched her hymen.

When Rio pulled Mercy's hand out of her twat, Mercy whimpered in need, but when she felt her fingers go into a different damp, warm orifice, she stopped, and when Rio's mouth started sucking the juices off of those fingers and twirling her tongue around each individual digit, Mercy couldn't help herself from wiggling her hips like a bitch in heat.

With the fingers clean, Rio inserted them, along with two of her own fingers, back into Mercy's cunt, extremely stretching it out. Rio then came around the far side of Mercy, away from the others, and whispered into her ear. Later she related what was said:




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 09



"You like that don't you?" Rio teased. Mercy nodded vigorously. "Come to Zane's room tonight and I'll fuck you all night long. You'll be my bitch. Do you understand that?" Another vigorous nod. "I've got to leave you soon to these other girls and Zane, but don't you forget you are mine now; my property, my mate. Don't make me hunt you down and put my brand on your ass -- clear?" One final, excited nod.

I live in Crazy Town. On par with that information was the fact that I had promised the night to Heaven and I had no clue how in the hell that was going to work out. My bed barely held three people -- four was asking too much. If you made one of those people Heaven with her secret, the term 'impossible' came to mind.

At the start of the line, Opal met Rhaine. She landed two very loud, wet smacks on Rhaine's behind, causing the senior to rock forward. Having gotten most of the 'cover story' (the spanking) out of the way, Opal rolled Rhaine onto her back with only the weakest of protests. She started a few gentle teases and kisses with her lips to Rhaine's cunt while Rhaine's legs dangled off the floor.

Once she got Rhaine back into an erotic state, Opal began lifting Rhaine's thighs up and out until she'd pushed Rhaine's knees almost back to her breasts and feeding like a ravenous succubus on every inch of thigh, cunt, ass, and stomach. Opal hadn't been gentle with Brandi, but she'd been absolutely gentle, kind, and caring compared to the treatment Rhaine was getting.

Rhaine held it in as long as possible but when she cut loose, she cut loose in a big way. Her fists pounded the bed repeatedly, her head swept back and forth, and her lower torso kept thrusting off the bed and into Opal's mouth, lips, and tongue.

"Damn!" she screamed through clenched teeth as her body expended one last spasm.

Opal succeeded in catching most of Rhaine's fluid eruption, rolled the heavily panting Rhaine to one side, and administered the proscribed last spank.

"You're up, Zane," she winked with a smile, before cleaning her face and moving on to the nearly as devastated Joy. I settled between Rhaine's legs and began administering kisses.

"Please, Zane," she begged, "it hurts. I'm so sore. Please just spank me."

"Sorry, I can't do that," I told her sternly. Rhaine closed her eyes and muttered some kind of prayer, though she made no attempt to shield her body from me. I doubt she even knew I was lying beside her until my first kiss played upon her eyelids.

"You are not going to...to me?" she inquired with a desperate hope.

"No. I'm going to spank you so hard you can't sit for a week," I threatened, "unless I forget my three-minute time limit. I can't imagine what would possibly distract me, though." It took Rhaine's sexually fatigued mind a moment to catch on but when she did, she clasped her hands on either side of my face and kissed me with an inspired intensity.

I let my fingers play along her breastbone and stroke her breasts through her shirt and bra. About a minute into this little game, I discovered Rio leaning over us, clearing her throat.

"This monster made us jump out a second-story window," she stared intently. Fear crept back into Rhaine's eyes as she glanced from Rio to me.

"I am biting her tongue, I promise," I grinned.

"I'm not joking, Zane," Rio warned me.

"Fine," I groaned. "Rhaine, roll toward me," I instructed, as I propped myself up, and she reluctantly rolled toward me. I put a hand on her hip, hiked up her skirt and rolled her farther to me until I got a good look at her rump.

"Rio, take a look at this, please," I motioned to Rhaine's butt. Rhaine blushed and lowered her head. I doubt having her ass naked and on display on my bed was what she intended or even imagined possible when she got up this morning. I ran a hand along her spine to the cleft between her cheeks and squeezed the upper one tightly.

"This is a thing of beauty," I told Rio, but clearly wanting Rhaine thinking about what was being said. Rio knew me too well to think I'd turn that butt cheek red so she took the other path. Rio reached out and stroked it too.

"Okay, Zane; it is damn sexy," Rio acknowledged grudgingly.

I took Rhaine's hand in my own and placed it on her side, just below the ribs, and led it in a wandering trip to her lower back, then to the cheek I'd displayed to Rio.

"See, Rhaine, you have a fantastic ass. God knew what he was doing when he made you," I told her. "It is a pity we can't see you in shorts or a bikini from time to time."

"That is sinful and leads men into the Sin of Lust," Rhaine said with absolute conviction. "This is the work of the Devil, not God." Rio ground her teeth but I grinned.

"Did God create the male peacock?" I questioned, while I kept hold of Rhaine's hand and stroking her ass from tailbone to the dip into the bottom of her sopping wet pussy.

"Yes," she cautiously replied, her breath coming faster and faster.

"Yet we don't run around putting them in garbage bags because they are enticing to the eye," I reasoned. "You make it sound like it isn't a man's fault that he can't control his own impulses, even though he is supposed to lead his household."

"God made you beautiful and he made me with will enough to look at you and respect any decision you make about your body," I hammered away. "I'm not going to say I don't want to have sex with you because that would be a lie, but the important thing to me is that you took a Purity Pledge and I have to respect that."

Rhaine had nothing to say at that moment. I was clearly a randy bastard who preyed upon good Christian girls and tricked them into surrendering to my dark desires.

"You are trying to trick me," she panted, while I leaned in and kissed her neck and ear.

"Rhaine, I've been trying to avoid you since we first met. You are the one who cornered me in my dorm," I pointed out. "You came into my room when you knew I was either naked or getting dressed. You chose to crawl onto my bed when I was sitting down, meditating and clearly naked. I was hoping my blatant sexuality would make you leave me alone, not attack me."

"Don't blame Rhaine," Rio joked to me. "Rhaine, Zane's like sex candy," she directed to Rhaine. "You won't be the first bunch of Christian bitches we've had to rescue Zane from. It is not his fault; it is ours. He's masculine, kind, and available. You know that he has been in three fights since coming here; right?"

"Uh...uh...uh...yes," Rhaine panted. "It makes him dangerous -- he's a man."

"Really?" Rio chortled. "Two of those fights were to save me from you ladies, and he stopped fighting the moment I was safe. The third fight was caused because two of our girls were being set upon by those University guys and Zane put his body in the way -- they hit him first."

"I...is this true?" she said with a heavy breath.

"Ask Mercy to tell you the truth, not what they've told her to say. Ask Cappadocia about that first fight and the fight off campus. You may not like Iona but she wouldn't lie to you and she knows how that second fight started," Rio sounded so reasonable.

I slowly rolled over onto Rhaine while I kissed her neck and shoulders.

"Aaahhh...ewwww...yes," Rhaine cooed passionately. "Tricking me..." she sighed but that didn't stop her from slowly moving her arms and legs around me.

"Do you want to be on top?" I whispered to Rhaine.

"I...uh," she stammered, then nodded. We rolled to the very foot of the bed and started a serious make-out session. I began rubbing down her mid- and lower back for a bit before moving to her ass cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze.

"That doesn't hurt too much, does it?" I asked compassionately.

"Mmmm...no, feels good," she managed to get out between kisses.

"Okay," Rio smirked as she tapped Rhaine's shoulder. "Tap out; your time is up. Now get off my bitch (meaning me). He's got two more of you to go through before we can leave."

"Huh? What?" Rhaine sounded confused, then, "it's over?" Her eyes betrayed how little she wanted this to stop right now.

"Good," Rhaine sighed sadly. She began sliding down my body. When she saw that I was rising slower than she was receding, Rhaine waited until our lips met before continuing. We remained lip-locked until we stood up, my hands cupping her ass (now covered by her skirt once more) and her arms wrapped around my neck.

"Have you learned your lesson?" I inquired when we finally came up for air. Rhaine looked at me for several seconds, unsure what to say.

"Joy's waiting," Barbie Lynn reminded us both. Rhaine let her hands drop to her sides and stepped back. Barbie Lynn pressed something into her hands which turned out to be a fresh pair of panties. "I doubt you want to put on your old pair," Barbie Lynn pointed out, "and these are fresh out of the bag."

"Thank you, Barbie Lynn," Rhaine said with embarrassment.

"Here is a washcloth," Iona added as she handed one over.

"You can go behind my wardrobe to change," I offered. The thought of any of the girls going behind a veil to avoid exposing themselves as they cleaned up and put on underwear might appear pointless, but after everything those three had gone through, handing them back a piece of their dignity was a kindness we could all afford.

Rhaine disappeared from sight and I turned to Joy. Opal was still giving her a seriously hard time despite the time limit expiring and gave me a wink as she went to displace Brandi on Mercy. I put a knee on the bed and lifted Joy up. She squealed but didn't squirm and I carefully maneuvered her onto her feet.

I held her tight while she reoriented.

"Are you okay?" I voiced my concern. Joy gave a brief nod. "Are you ready for your last punishment?" Joy looked me in the eyes, then gave the tiniest acknowledgement. "Now stand on your tiptoes, put one hand around my neck, and use the other to hold up the back of your skirt while you press tightly against me."

When she had done as I directed, I looked deep into her eyes. I spanked her cheeks...left-right-left...drawing forth a sharp breath, gritted teeth, and tears brimming in her eyes. I had not been gentle but sometimes a person needs punishment to forgive themselves for feeling good about something they've been told is wrong. That was the pop psychology I was running on at the moment. If I got it wrong, forgive me; I'm only eighteen.

No sooner had Barbie Lynn and Iona supplied Joy with her parting gifts did Mercy howl. Her further outbursts were muted by her grabbing my much abused pillow and using it as a muzzle. Her body tensing and recoiling time and again was both frightening and erotic combined, and I was suddenly trying to remember if anyone close by knew CPR.

Opal fell back on her butt and looked at the rest of us.

"That was wild," she smiled, and licked her lips, "but I think I need to go change."

I helped Opal stand and we exchanged a rich yet messy, sticky kiss.

"Best intervention ever," Opal joked with me, then skipped off down the stairs. I turned to Mercy and plopped down beside her. A quick examination showed a sweaty, tired young lady with a sensual smile on her lips.

"I think she's had enough, but" ...I swatted her butt lightly three times and stood up. "Breakfast anyone?"



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 10



*If I love women, I'm straight; and if I love men, I'm confused; does being Bi make me greedy?*

Thank you Frontma for burning the midnight oil on this one.

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

We were late heading out of the dorm so, under Rhaine's watchful control, the group jogged toward the dining hall. As we made the final approach, Rhaine grabbed my arm. Rhaine, Joy, Mercy and I slowed down while the rest headed in ahead of us.

"What are we going to say?" Rhaine hissed in a panicky voice.

"I was childish, blocked the door, and you caught me sneaking down a fire escape," I suggested.

"You will get in trouble," Rhaine said with utter confusion.

"I can take it better than you can," I related.

"I don't understand. Why are you...all of you, doing this for us?" Joy asked.

"Because," I snorted, "we are the good guys." They clearly thought I was a nut but going inside cut off the conversation. "Besides, I need to do something that's going to be rough on both of us."

The Smartest Girl on Campus

Looking back on things, that first Monday when it was only Rio and I realizing what I was became the only time I entered the Dining Hall or Assembly without being noticed. First I had been a novelty, now I was the freakish center of the storm. I sort of held my reactions in reverse; the hateful looks my enemies gave me made me laugh while the hopeful looks my allies gave me scared the hell out of me.

I was dwelling on that quirk in my nature when I reached the spot my gang was sitting; we had our own location and the majority of the school had given it their blessing. Weird? Only the Class Presidents had their own preordained spots. Speaking of which...

"Hey, Jungle Boy," Rio teased in such a dangerous way that I felt my balls crawl up into my body. "Iona nominated you for Freshman Class President."

"Ha, ha, ha," I joked dryly, then looked to Iona. She couldn't meet my gaze. "Iona, why? Why didn't you at least ask me first?"

"I knew you would say 'no'," she replied softly, then she looked up with more determination, "but I know you would be a great Class President."

"Don't sweat it, Zane," Rio chuckled. "You need fifty signatures to be on the ballet."

"He has seventy-two," Iona informed us.

"Gak! How long have I been out there?" I gasped.

"Nine minutes," Iona smirked bashfully. I looked around the room, humbled and disturbed. You have to remember that there weren't 250 freshmen and nearly one-third had decided that I should lead them; the faculty must be having kittens. I was thinking that over when a previous bit of theater came back to bite me in the ass. A girl I vaguely knew – Arielle, a fellow freshman – put her hand on my shoulder and waited.

It took me a second to clue in but thankfully she and the others were patient. I put my hand on top of hers.

"Thank you," I told her. She smiled and moved away, immediately replaced by another freshman. Over 80 freshmen followed and I could feel the disgust emanating from the head table were Chancellor Bass sat. 

Friends like Brandi and Dove came over to congratulate me on my nomination but I realized my more savvy friends stayed away. They knew the struggle I was in for and the very real possibility that even if I was elected, Chancellor Bass would simply kick me out. I'd be going to them for advice and counsel. I guess I might actually have to ask Iona who the Sophomore and Junior Class Presidents were. In fact...

"Iona, who are the other Class Presidents?" I inquired.

"They would be those haughty bitches in pleated skirts," Rio interrupted.

"Funny like a crutch," I replied snidely. "Besides, that describes about half the girls here."

"These would be the ones avoiding you like the plague," Rio snickered.

"Here you go," Iona intervened, showing me two pictures on her phone. "Besides, you aren't that alone; the Science Club and Botany Club both support you."

"Whoop-de-do," Rio huffed. "What are they going to do? Send nasty e-mails and throw clods of dirt on our opponents?"

"Could I meet with them?" I asked Iona, ignoring Rio's snide asides.

"They've both agreed to help with your Solarium," Iona shot a 'that will show you' to Rio, "and you already know the head of the Science Club but I can set up a meeting if you like."

"Make it so," I commanded loftily.

"Zane, if you become Class President Iona will be your Personal Assistant, but what does that make me?" Rio inquired.

"My House Assassin," I suggested. Rio seemed to like the idea – it fit with her violent tendencies – but she wanted an explanation. "You are almost always underestimated, and like me, you have nothing to lose."

"House Assassin," Rio mulled it over. "Okay, but I prefer the title 'Ninja Reaper Angel'."

Rio and I exchanged looks; hers mischievous and mine one of amusement.

"NRA?" I questioned her. "Seriously?"

"Well, I like it," Iona interjected.

"Wait! Wait!" Rio exclaimed. "Ninja Stripper Angel – I could be the NSA!"

"How about Ninja Urban Temptress?" I suggested.

"Hardy har har," Rio snickered, then stuck out her tongue.

"On that note," sounded an exasperated Iona, "let's go to class. Hanging out with you two is lowering my IQ." Rio and I shared an awestruck look.

"Did our little girl just make a funny?" Rio wondered.

"They grow up so fast these days. I blame the internet," I responded. Iona hit me before taking her tray and standing up.

"Ow! Why didn't you hit Rio?" I questioned.

"She's incorrigible, Zane, but I expect better from you," the little raven haired beauty lectured me, but with a compassionate smile. I looked to Rio but she stuck out her tongue again and left as well.



I was still dealing. I had joined with Elizabeth (a neutral in the power struggles going on) for my Handmaiden's Duty, which turned out to be a question-and-answer session on the Bible.

Though I have had numerous sexual misadventures, I can't forget that this is a Christian institution of higher learning and people like Elizabeth treat it as such. I was sure she knew about me and the duties I had performed previously but she felt she was doing her duty as a senior classman to educate me. I didn't mind in the slightest; if I said I didn't know, she'd enlighten me and move on.

Now I know I'm not the brightest guy on campus but I was quick enough to realize that someone had hacked my phone and switched up things on my calendar. Somehow Cordelia Dresden had appeared as my next 'mistress,' replacing Odell Bergdorf who had been moved to Friday morning. I really needed to talk to Iona about this. Now I had to figure out who Cordelia was.

I stepped out to see Ms. Brunette smiling at me and I gladly smiled back.

"Hey, Zane," she beamed.

"Hey, Ms. Brunette," I joked. I had never gotten my very first Mistress's name but I thought she was pretty fun. She was looking at me expectantly.

"I would really like to do...whatever...with you but someone's screwed up my schedule and now I have to find someone named Cordelia Dresden," I told her as I motioned us outside.

"Wouldn't you rather spend time with me?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes, absolutely, but that wouldn't be fair to Cordelia, or true to our school traditions," I sighed. Ms. Brunette tilted her head a bit and seemed to be assessing me.

"Zane, I'm Cordelia Dresden," she teased me with a smug smirk.

"Great!" I exhaled. "What did you want me to do for you today?"

"I'm not sure; you are the one who wanted to talk to me," she taunted.

"I...what...you are the Head of the Science Club?" I groaned.

"What," she giggled, "I'm not geeky-enough? I apologize, but I had my braces off my senior year in high school and laser eye surgery last summer."

"That's not fair," I protested. "I was thrown off by your lack of a hunchback and your excellent bathing habits. Besides, where is your pack of nerds speaking in techno-babble? I cry foul."

"Fair enough," she giggled, "I admit to my clever obfuscations. You've nailed me; I'm helpless and at your mercy," she bit her pinky finger and batted her eyelashes at me. 

"Are you going to think less of me if I break down and cry in frustration now?" I sobbed.

"I don't know," she jibed, "if I say 'no' will you invite me to your place tonight?"

"Tonight is really not good," I groaned. "Could we make plans for next week?"

"Oh, come on...I'll make sure you don't regret it. Let me come by tonight...around seven," she faux-pleaded. My look went from regretful to peeved.

"Okay, you can stop making me look stupid, please. I get it; you are much smarter than I am," I conceded. Of course, in the process of getting my Solarium prepped for habitation I would have to get the electrical systems fixed up so Iona had enlisted the Science Club.

"I'll forgive you if you kiss me," Cordelia grinned. Since our first kiss had been pretty intense, I was going to have to really work on it to make this one even better. Our book bags slipped to the ground, which was the signal for every girl in the vicinity to slow down or even stop so they could see what was developing.

Last time I had kept the kiss to her lips; this time, everything above the waist became fair game and as I cradled her back and laid her out before me in my arms. I took to her chin, then her neck, the top of her sternum, then center of each breast. I let my kisses step down to the top of her skirt, then I reversed course until I reached her lips. We exchanged a long look, then I went in for her tongue and lips.

"Mr. Braxton!" snapped a female voice of authority I didn't know, and for a moment I thought me and Ms. Dresden were about to get schooled in the worst possible way. Cordelia rolled her head back so that she was seeing the world upside down while I looked right at a teacher I didn't recognize.

She looked to be late 30s, early 40s, dark blonde hair, sort of tastefully moderate upstairs with slightly larger hips that spoke of childbirth and some maturity. Who she was and what she taught – a total mystery.

"Mr. Braxton," she repeated, but now a hint of mischievousness snuck into her 'Voice from on High' tone, "hands above the clothing at all times."

"But..." I started to plead.

"Dr. Topaz Larson, Language Studies," she informed me.

"But Dr. Larson, the other girls don't have to." I tried and failed to keep the humor from my plea.

"That's because they are girls, Mr. Braxton," she smirked, before taking a half-turn and walking ahead of us to lunch.

"I think I'm in love," I sighed.

"With me?" Ms. Dresden giggled a third time. I was still dipping her, after all.

"We'll see," I responded in a husky, passionate voice, "but right now I'm in love with fighting the system," and I went back to kissing her.



Before I entered the Dining Hall for lunch I asked Cordelia to do me a favor and let her get inside ahead of me. I wanted to give Rhaine a warning that something bad was coming though I didn't supply the details. As I made my entrance, I made sure that the spare key was with me. I retrieved my meal and joined my crew plus Cappy, Opal, and Brandi.

"Excuse me," I shouted as I stood on my seat and waved my arms around. "Excuse me..." I waited for something akin to silence. "I found a brand new spare key to my room outside my door this morning." There was some murmuring at this piece of news. "Apparently, every freshman has been issued one. So would each of you please check to see if yours is missing; I'll return it. Thank you."

The quiet discussions around the hall picked up as the implications of what I had said sunk in. Here was an opportunity for every freshman to get access to my room but also the implication that some of them had been left out. Before any student could make up their minds, Ms. Marlowe came storming up to me. I already knew her angle; it was what I would have done.

"You need Administration permission to make a copy of any campus key," she stated. "Now give it to me," she demanded.

"I can't do that," I countered. "I know you aren't a freshman and only Chancellor Bass can assign a new one."

"Do I need to call Coach Gorman over?" she threatened me.

"What is she going to do, beat me up some more? Christians don't live in fear, Ms. Marlowe, they bleed for their beliefs," I taunted her. Ms. Marlowe ground her fingers into her palms but at the same time, Christina appeared beside us and extended her hand, palm up.

"Give me the key, Zane," Christina demanded. I didn't hesitate for a second to hand it over. 

"Here you go, Ms. Marlowe," Christina stated. "Make sure you give it to whoever sent some girl to sneak into Zane's room. I have no idea why anyone in authority would want to sneak a woman into a man's room but I am sure they do." Ms. Marlowe angrily grabbed the key.

"I hope this resolves the matter," Christina continued, then, "Zane, you can sit down. I'll deal with this matter."

"Of course," I responded. With a slight bow of the head I turned and resumed my seat.

"Boy, that was humiliating," Rio joked.

"Yeah, I think I did pretty well this time around," I agreed.

"No, dumbass, I was thinking how humiliating it is that you lied to the freshman class, telling them they all had keys to your room," Rio pointed out.

"Oh, ye of little faith," I grinned conspiratorially to Iona, who blushed and kept working on her phone.

"Oh, you two little bastards," Rio growled playfully. "Come on, tell me!"

"It was all Zane's idea," Iona whispered. "I thought it was stupid at first, but now I think it is pure genius. He is not only going to change the lock on Saturday – he's changing the whole door into a keypad locked steel door. Everyone has individual combinations for it, which can be blocked as needed."

Rio stared at us for over a minute.

"You will – of course – give me that neat little ability; right?" she threatened. "I've got such great plans for my little playmates in Zane's Xanadu."

"Sisters to the end," I told Rio, then we bumped fists. I opted to hug Iona instead.

Zoning Xanadu

It was ten until 7:00 and Rio and I were vaulting out of my car and speeding to the dorm when Coach Dana Gorman stepped out of the shadows to block our progress.

"Stop where you are and let's keep this simple," Dana announced.

"We'll use small words so you can keep up," Rio taunted the woman, but Dana merely smirked. Dana had zero respect for my friend.

"Let's see your bags," Dana ordered. On campus, civil rights did not apply.

"Jahwohl ein Gruppenfuhrer!" Rio gave the Nazi salute while I groaned.

"Cut it out, Rio," I interjected before Dana could respond, "she's only doing her job."

"Yes, but her job is to drive a spike through my frontal lobe and cut off your nuts," Rio retorted. 

We still handed our book bags over, then spilled out the contents of my pockets (Rio had to spill her purse, small as it was). Dana found nothing, of course.

"I imagine we should search the car next, unless you care to tell me where you put the contents of your latest run," Dana continued.

"I've already smuggled it onto campus, Coach," I stated evenly. "This was more of an operation to draw your person on the inside out, and I'd say it worked very well."

"Then we go search your room," Dana grumbled. Rio snickered, which made the Coach growl at her.

"Seriously, if you were running an operation like this, would you store it at your base camp?" I asked Dana. She didn't visually react but I could see I'd made my point. "You have been given bad intelligence by the Chancellor. You spent ten years in the Marine Corps, including two years in Marine Recon, while I'm an eighteen-year-old kid. Neither one of us believes I'm keeping one step ahead of you on my wits alone."

"You have to get it right every time while I need to get lucky only once," Gorman pointed out.

"Or you screw up one too many times and your skanky ass gets fired," Rio sneered. "I'm sure you'd do gang-busters as a cross-walk guard or a corrections officer."

"I don't want to see you fired, Coach; the girls on the teams like you. You do a really good job and you care about this place. I know you think I don't belong but that is really the only problem we share and I can live with that."

"Take your crap and go," Dana told us in a cold, even voice. As we did so and walked past, without turning to me she asked, "Where did you get the key?"

"Rhaine. The Chancellor gave it to her. She didn't tell me but I know it was her," I replied.

"How did you know it wasn't me?" the Coach wondered.

"Dana, you are head of Security here; you would never risk distributing keys to my room. You are all about containing me and if Christina couldn't keep me in check, I know you would have zip faith in Rhaine doing so. I respect you enough to know that," I explained.

"Very well. But next time a key shows up, bring it to me," she ordered.

"I can't do that, Coach; we are at war and I owe it to my allies to win. I'm sure you can understand that," I told her.

"We are not at war, Mr. Braxton. Don't exaggerate the situation," she shot back.

"The second you told Cappy it was okay to beat up Rio in the hallway, it has been war. It is not our fault your side has been too stupid to understand that," I growled back.

The Coach didn't respond but headed her way while Rio and I headed ours.

"Burning Bitch Flesh," Rio gloated, "smells like victory!" As we stepped into the elevator she asked, "Did you really know it was war from that first day?"

"You and I, Rio, until the bitter end; I wasn't going to leave you and I don't give up gracefully, so beating them was my only other alternative," I pledged.

"You and me – the bitter end," she said softly, then gave me a hug. Then she punched me in the shoulder because she's not the weepy, hug-you kind of girlie-girl,...not at all. When we stepped off the elevator, we spotted Barbie Lynn and Cappadocia standing watch over my door.

"Don't be late to your own party," Cappadocia joked. "Iona's been frantic. She keeps calling but neither one of you answer."

I pulled out my phone, only to discover it had been muted. I glared at Rio.

"That would be because I cut off the ringer on my phone," then Rio looked to me, "and Zane's."

"Which reminds me, Cappy; could you manage to give Rio some private Karate lessons?" I inquired.

"Hey! Why can't you teach me?" Rio grumbled.

"I've never taught a lesson in my life and I only have two years of experience," I answered.

"Does Barbie-luscious have to take any? Iona?" Rio snapped.

"I took Karate my first three years; I'm just concentrating on Soccer this year is all," Barbie informed Rio.

"Iona has already agreed to lessons," I smirked back at Rio.

"I'm not going to do it," Rio declared petulantly.

"I can't wait for Iona to put her down," Cappadocia told Barbie Lynn. "She'll make me so proud."

"Rio, you haven't won a single fight since you came here; it doesn't have to be Karate, or Cappadocia, but learn some way of defending yourself," I pleaded. Rio glared at me.

"Fine, I'll think about it, but I make no promises," she muttered.

"I'll count that as a partial victory; let's go upstairs and see how crazy Iona has become," I said.

As it turned out, Iona wasn't too crazy, had everything in order, and blamed Rio for my delay – life was good. I also discovered there was a new term on campus; girls had been 'zaned,' and 'to be zaned' meant an upperclassman had given you some chore...like singing popular music, reciting poetry, or some other far more romantic/humorous task than previous years had put up with.

Freshmen were beginning to recognize hardcore traditionalists and would scurry to a friendly 'neo-Handmaiden' for a duty to avoid the oppressors. Things were getting to the stage where the freshmen began preparing tasks in advance to make them more appealing to the 'good' upperclassmen. They were posting sound tracks, dance tracks, literary and poetry readings, and some even acted like newspapers, doling out the daily news between classes.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 10



In a way, we'd remade our world; the onerous burden meant to teach us humility had been transformed into a vehicle that united our class in common cause and presented ourselves as a gift to be sought after, not a lesson to be administered. The best part of this was the minimal role I'd played. What I'd done by accident, they had forged into a strategy.

Of course, that meant I gained a chorus of "Zane's" when I reached the top of the stairs, along with a hug-tackle from Iona before things were explained. Even then, freshmen girls would come up and touch me, kiss me, or even hug me.

"My sister told me how miserable her first year was," was a common refrain, "but this is turning out to be such fun."

I was so important that Iona had to consult with me on what I was supposed to say; I divided the gathering into teams with dedicated tasks, such as pick-up, trash removal, and glass pane replacement. Cordelia and a dozen others (mostly non-freshmen) began working on the electrical systems, bringing them up to code, while a junior named Philadelphia, head of the Botany club, worked wonders on the hydro-works.

At eight-thirty, Christina and the Soccer Team showed up and we all began to woman-handle rolls of carpeting into the Solarium, roll it out, cut it to fit the dimensions of the room, and tack it down, carpet and padding both. At the end we had nearly two hundred students up on the roof, helping out and soaking up the accomplishment. I thanked each one as they left, holding only my closest friends behind.

Heaven was hanging surreptitiously around my bed but I had a special purpose for Hope and Chastity.

"Guys," I whispered to them, "I need something from you but it is secret." They clearly understood who I wanted them to keep the secret from so they thought it over for some time. 

"Fine," Chastity finally, grudgingly allowed, "you've not steered us wrong so far."

"If you are messing with us, you know we will find a way to make you pay where it hurts," Hope made clear.

"That's fair. What I want you to do is keep the others occupied all of Saturday. That's when I'm actually moving the furniture in and I think the Chancellor will be keeping a close eye on you five."

"Why can't we tell Christina?" Chastity questioned.

"I'm not sure Christina would appreciate the risks I'm taking," I lied, "and I'm even more worried about Heaven in case I have trouble with Gorman." They digested that, then nodded. For my part, I was straining the bonds of friendship because I had to secretly test loyalties.

With or Without Mercy

I had cleared out the place, kissed Barbie Lynn good night, and turned to deal with my last guest of the night when the rough part began.

"I have a little problem," I told Heaven as she came into my arms and looked up at me, expecting a kiss.

"Yes," she said cautiously.

"It seems Rio went a little...okay, a lot crazy this morning and invited a date up to my place," I explained.

"I'll kill her," Heaven growled.

"Rio or her date?" I wondered.

"You are right; I'll kill both of them," she frowned in thought.

"Okay, our worst choice – for me – is that you go home," I suggested. Heaven didn't like it but was kind enough to note I declared this was the worse choice. 

"I could tell Rio to go away," I went on, "or we could settle in and let Rio and her date have the floor and the extra sleeping bags we purchased earlier today."

"What? I don't have to share you...again?" she grumbled.

"No. I figured that if either of them wanted a piece of me after we were done, they'd be playing with a comatose body," I told her, which slowly drove disappointment and anger from her face and replaced it with a smile.

"Fine. So who is Rio with?" Heaven finally asked, in a way accepting the situation.

"Mercy Chaplain," I answered. Heaven's eyes grew wide.

"Mercy...Rhaine's kick-ass girl Mercy?" Heaven boggled.

"The very same. Long story, but apparently Mercy likes...diligent, urgent, and violent attention," I answered. "There is one problem, though."

"Just one? What is that?" Heaven questioned.

"I had to buy Rio some toys," I confessed. Heaven looked for further explanation. "A strap-on or two, four dildos, two vibrators, a butt pug, and five scented oils."

"One or two strap-ons...don't you know how many you brought?" Heaven asked dubiously.

Sigh. "She has a 'whoa' strap-on and an 'OMG' one," I told her cautiously. 

"Zane," Heaven sounded exasperated, "what inspired you to this bit of madness? Rio is a complete nutjob." Pointing out that Heaven was pretty insane too didn't seem wise.

"She's my friend, and I figured it was better to help her get some stuff she was comfortable using, as opposed to using whatever junk she could find," I reasoned.

"Hmmm...I hate to admit it but I think you have something there," Heaven sighed.

"So, can she and Mercy stay the night?" I managed to say after a minute. 

"You know what I'm risking; right, Zane?" Heaven urgently warned me.

"You are who matters, Heaven. I'll tell Rio to figure out another night," I grinned. I reached for my phone but Heaven covered my hand.

"She's your best friend," Heaven stated, "like Christina and I. I won't get between the two of you. And you've always stood by me so if I stay under the covers, we should be good."

"I note you didn't offer to go home yourself," I pointed out softly. Heaven huffed and sighed.

"Damn it, I'm horny. I've been imagining touching, tasting, and looking at your body all day long," she related, tapping my chest for emphasis.

The resultant kissing led to me stripping Heaven's clothes off with exaggerated care and occasionally batting her hands aside as she tried to assist or take off mine. She trembled with excitement as I planted my lips on her neck, breasts, stomach, and hips. Right as I got her to kick the skirt aside, there was a knock at the door.

"Get underneath the covers," I told her. I noticed her skip over to her book bag before she hurried to obey. Shoes hit the dresser as I headed down the stairs.

"Look what I found," Rio gloated, as she pushed Mercy ahead of her. Mercy looked somewhat traumatized; probably still grappling with where she was and what brought her here.

SLAP! Mercy yelped and jumped into me.

"Up the stairs, my slut," goaded Rio. The three of us proceeded to the Solarium, Mercy, Rio, and me pulling up the rear after putting my 'back stop' in place. No one would be barging in on us.

We gathered around the landing with Rio getting ready to push Mercy toward my bed and the sleeping bags rolled out on the floor.

"Rio," I cautioned, "you know what not to do; right?" We had discussed that Mercy's virginity was a no-go, period. I didn't care if she begged to have her pussy fucked. If Rio didn't like my rules, she could take Mercy to her own dorm room.

Mercy didn't see Heaven until Rio pushed her to the foot of my bed. She looked forward, her eyes met Heaven's, and Mercy's eyes bugged out.

"What! Not her! Please!" begged Mercy. Rio grabbed a handful of Mercy's hair as she pressed her body hard against Mercy's back.

"No, Bitch!" Rio growled. "We are all going to fuck your ass tonight, and if you backtalk again, I'm going to spank you so hard you'll think your ass is on fire. Hell, I'll probably do that anyway." Rio hauled off and gave one crackling swat to Mercy's ass to drive the point home. "Now, who is in charge?"

Mercy's whole body vibrated in anticipation. While there was definitely an element of fear, the lustful needs of her body and psyche were overwhelming for her. That kind of hunger was scary, actually.

"You are...Rio," Mercy whispered.

"What am I going to do to you?" Rio continued.

"I don-..." yank, "ah...anything...anything you want, Rio," she gasped in pleasure/pain.

"Good Girl," Rio purred into Mercy's ear. "Now strip; I want to stick two fingers deep inside you to see what a fucking slut you are." Rio walked behind my wardrobe to retrieve the secreted goodies Opal had snuck in earlier. 

While she was busy, I stripped quickly and joined Heaven underneath the sheets. Heaven had her knees up, a pillow in her lap, her arms wrapped around her knees, and her head resting on her arms. As I sidled in next to her and wrapped my arm around her, Heaven rested a hand on my crotch.

"Am I hearing what I think I'm hearing?" she whispered, then I nodded. "I don't get it. Mercy can easily take Rio; she's a first team Karate and Rio's...Rio."

"Sometimes what you have leaves you empty and what you want sets you on fire," I explained. "Now let's sit back and enjoy the beauty of Mercy stripping down."

That was intentionally loud enough for Mercy to hear. She froze up but couldn't meet our gaze, then when she finally started undressing again, Rio came back around with her black bag of toys and her bundle of clothes...Rio was naked. Rio stalked right up to Mercy and spanked her hard yet again: SLAP!

"OW!" Mercy choked back a sob. Even Heaven shivered, and she was a past master of the slap.

"Why aren't you naked?" Rio snapped with barely contained rage.

"I...they were watching and...I...I was afraid," Mercy stammered fearfully.

"Feet apart, hands on the bed," Rio seethed, but when Mercy (near tears) leaned forward with Rio at her rear, my friend gave Heaven and I a wink. Heaven nearly lost it. "Damn it, you are one useless piece of tail," Rio grumbled. "I don't know why I even let you come here today. Zane, is it too late to get Brandi to come here instead?"

Mercy looked stunned, then ready to burst forth with the tears.

"I'm sorry, Rio, but Brandi said she had a ton of Bible Study to catch up on," I shrugged. "Heaven, who was that freshman on the first level that was hitting on Rio Friday?"

"I think her name was Naomi," Heaven guessed, getting into our little production.

"I'll behave," Mercy desperately told Rio, looking over her shoulder to her mistress.

"One more chance, you whore; now finish stripping, then resume the position," Rio demanded. Mercy was up in a flash, quickly pushing her skirt and socks down, shedding her shoes, and finishing up with her bra and panties. She was leaning over my bed looking down.

"Head up," Rio demanded, once more pulling on Mercy's hair. When the head came up, "Lock eyes with Heaven. If you break that gaze, I'll make you go around without panties tomorrow, and I'm going to detail ten freshmen to pinch your naked ass before lunch." Rio proceeded to kneel down behind Mercy and start working over her pussy in an interesting teasing/aggressive pattern that Mercy really enjoyed.

It didn't take Mercy thirty seconds to break eye contact, her lids closing in intense pleasure. When it hit her what she'd done, she gave Heaven a fearful, pleading look. Now Heaven could be a real bitch, as I could attest, and I could see her making decisions based on her own experiences, wants, and desires at that moment.

"Rio, if Mercy keeps eye contact with me, can I get a taste?" Heaven asked. Rio flexed her legs up enough so she could look at Heaven over Mercy's back.

"She's my whore, but if she'd good, I guess she deserves a performance bonus," Rio allowed. I responded to Heaven's actions by shifting my pillow behind her, then pushing her back and diving onto her left nipple.

Mercy mouthed a quick 'thank you'. Rio suddenly started giggling.

"God damn, Heaven, the very thought of being passed around like a Popsicle at a blowjob workshop makes my little girl wet as hell." Mercy flushed with shame.

"Rio, you struck gold," I commented between stimulating tickles of Heaven's breast. "Women who are as responsive as Heaven is, and Mercy might be, are treasures."

Mercy looked surprised and Heaven breathed heavily in response to my little bit of bedroom prose. Mercy immediately bucked up as Rio added a finger to go along with her tongue wiggling between Mercy's labia. Her finger coaxed her clit and dipped into the top of her vagina as far as it could go.

"Zane..." Heaven began. I continued to push her onto her back and slipped between her legs. Heaven's eyes lit up as I moved one hand between us and grabbed hold of her cock and began stroking it. She responded by reaching between us and stroking mine. It didn't take us a minute for our grips to be switching back and forth, and sometimes working on the same cock, but always in tandem.

At the foot of the bed Mercy's growls became louder and louder until she screamed "RIO!" violently. That really got to Heaven, who picked up her pace, her eyes closed and her legs up so high her calves were resting above my hips. Her eyes flew open and that gaze pierced me and held me in place as she humped me harder, as her strokes became more erratic.

"Zane," she whispered, followed a second by, "Oh, FUCK!" and her body pounded up against mine, ropes of semen splashing between us. We kept close...if now sticky...contact for some time.

"Oh, Christ," she whispered into my ear as we panted face to face. "Does it keep getting better and better?"

"We'll see," I grinned, then started kissing my way down her body. Initially she was totally engrossed in my progress but when I moved between her breasts and licked up some of her seed, Heaven tensed up.

"Zane? Zane...Zzzzaaaannnneeee," she ended up purring. I didn't actually give her a blowjob – she didn't ask for one but I did clean her up, taking her creamy, slightly chalky seed away with my tongue.

When I looked up, Heaven pulled me up and flipped me over so she could return the favor on me, cleaning up her semen off my torso. From there, she descended on my cock and began to suck me off with gusto. Her tongue made crescent licks along the base of my cockhead, then used suction down my shaft until she began pulling her lips along my ball sack.

"Someone has been...reading," I moaned.

"Someone's shaved down here," she giggled back between slurps.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, "Ugh, ugh, ugh," Mercy groaned, then whimpered when Rio disappeared behind her.

"Eyes forward!" Rio barked. I had become lost in Heaven's...heavenly blowjob but the look Rio shot my way, eyes on fire and eyebrows shooting up with glee, brought me back to earth. Rio settled a hand on Mercy's hip and pushed gently forward, her hand holding something against Mercy's ass crack. I did notice that one of her hands held a tube of lubricant but Mercy couldn't see that. Instead, Mercy's eyes grew wide when Rio thrust forward.

"Rio," Mercy said with trembling lips, "are you..." then there was silence.

"I'll pop your cherry whenever I want to, you cow. I don't give a crap about your precious virginity but I do care about making you scream," Rio taunted her, trying to sound stern and not to snicker, ruining the moment.

"What are you going to do...with that..." she requested in a frightened whisper.

"I'm going to fuck your ass, Mercy. Then I'm going to let Zane fuck your ass, and then I'm going to take you to Church on Sunday and find a guy or three to fuck your ass as well," Rio growled, but her eyes portrayed intense amusement. "You are my whore and I'm going to use you like one, Mercy; do you understand?"

"Yes, Rio," she whimpered, but there was an undercurrent of desire as well.

"Can I have a go at her too?" Heaven asked eagerly. Rio looked surprised but nodded.

"Oh, definitely, Heaven," Rio shrugged playfully, "I want to wear this slut out," then, "Heaven, can I borrow Zane for a bit? I need him to gape her open. I need to use her mouth for stress relief."

"Mmmm...slurp...mmmm...slurp...I don't know. I'm enjoying what I'm tasting," Heaven grinned.

"Wait. Have Mercy come up here, lie on her back pointed to the foot of the bed," I suggested. "You can straddle her face, I can lube her up, and Heaven can keep working on me."

"Get to it!" Rio said with a 'Slap' to Mercy's thigh. Mercy scrambled to do as I instructed, though I had to take some care to ensure Heaven had a pillow once more in her lap until she rolled over onto her stomach. Rio handed off the lube and soon we had Mercy's legs pulled back to the point that Rio held them to her ankles as she lowered her glistening pussy onto Mercy's waiting mouth.

Heaven's head was between me and Mercy; she was taking turns sucking me off and ravaging Mercy's cunt. I rested an arm beneath Heaven's chin and lubed up three fingers. I teased the crease of her ass, brushing her anus several times. At the last two contacts, her anus contracted and pulsed beneath my fingers, letting me easily circle it and finally sink a fingertip on the opening.

"Aaahhh..." Mercy moaned wantonly.

"Relax, Mercy," Rio cautioned her mount. "Relax and take it, my little Fuck Bunny." Mercy's chest raised sharply, breasts jiggling like mountains about to unleash an avalanche, and exhaled into Rio's love box; Rio shivered in pleasure.

Sure enough, Mercy's butthole relaxed and my finger slipped down to the first digit.  The muscles squeezed down to slow my progress but when I wiggled and curled it, she flexed, then relaxed once more. I sank my finger farther and farther in until my fist parted her cheeks down to the bone. I let it settle there a moment, giving time for her to adjust, then began slowly strumming it in and out.

I barely touched my second finger to her anus when Mercy screamed into Rio's muff and ejaculated fluids into Heaven's mouth. Heaven took everything Mercy had to offer and drove in with her tongue to harvest even more of her juices. Rio drove her pussy all over Mercy's lips and nose as her own orgasm approached, and Mercy's climax kept coming and coming like some building tidal wave.

Mercy gave one last spasm and flopped down, unresponsive and struggling for breath. Rio was coming down from her own excitement but eager for more. She twisted off Mercy's cum-covered lips and knelt down beside Mercy's dream-touched face. For a moment, Heaven and I saw a look of real compassion on the Wild One's countenance.

"Zane, keep up your work; Heaven, tear up that pussy, and I'll wake her up with my tongue and fingers," Rio demanded. She swooped down on Mercy's lips and began kissing and licking all over her face while tweaking Mercy's nipples with her free hand. Heaven and I kept up our attentions where we were.

"Aaahhh...Rio," Mercy pleaded weakly when she came around, "it hurts...I'm sore."

"Oh, shut it; I brought you here to be used and abused, so take it, you little cunt," Rio cooed to her. Rio added a strange counterpoint to her words as she slapped one of Mercy's breasts, causing her to yelp and jolt.

Mercy's ass kept contracting and relaxing, making my penetration with my two fingers a bit of an exercise in rhythm-nastic gymnastics, but her gyrations were worth it. My third finger opened her up with a squeal of pain and a sharp push against my penetration, driving me even further in.

"Mmmm...Zane, I can feel you with my tongue. Her pussy is going nuts," Heaven noted playfully.

Mercy was whimpering and moaning, one hand clenching the sheets while the other one had reached out to Rio's hair, stroking it gently. Rio was kissing her neck, shoulders, chest, and breasts with speed and tenderness that forged a bond between mistress and the subject of her attentions.

"She's as ready as she's going to be," I informed Rio after several minutes as I finally was able to twist three fingers around her distended rectum without a reflexive contraction from the pain.

"Okay, Mercy," Rio said, as she poised her eyes right over Mercy's, speaking gingerly, "I'm going to tear your ass up now."

"I want you to scream, to cry, to beg, and I know none of it will matter because I'm going to break you in as my bitch," Rio told her, and while her words were terrifying, her voice was passionate and loving.

"Rio...I...please," Mercy pleaded.

"What did I say I'd do to whiny little sluts?" Rio reminded Mercy with deceptive calm.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 10



"Rio, I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise!" Mercy begged. Rio got up on her knees and picked up the strap-on she'd rested just out of Mercy's sight when they got on the bed. Now she affixed it to her crotch and let the purple cock bob right over Mercy's lips.

"Roll your head to the side, Mercy, and suck on it like the good stripper-whore you are. If you do a great job, I'll stuff a ten dollar bill up your cunt," Rio directed. She didn't have to repeat herself; Mercy popped the top inch inside her mouth in one move. It was glaringly obvious to all of us that she'd never given 'head' before.

A minute into the process Rio pulled away, the dildo popping out of Mercy's mouth.

"I would say you were bad but you're more like pathetic," Rio degraded Mercy. "Zane, I may have to hire you to throat-train this sorry sack of shit; I'd be ashamed to give Mercy to someone I hated, much less someone I liked."

"Don't you dare turn your head away," Rio snapped as Mercy tried to hide her tears by burying her head in the folds of the quilt.

"Her ass looks a thousand times better," I offered.

"And this pussy is one of the sweetest I've ever had," Heaven lauded. "I'd love to take her off your hands and share her with a few of my friends." That was awful nice of Heaven.

"Hmmm...in that case, maybe I'll give my Fuck Toy another chance," Rio mused. "Do you think I should give you another chance, Mercy? Can you beg me for another chance?"

"Please, Rio, give me another chance," Mercy parroted.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you up your ass," Rio sneered.

"I beg you, take my ass," Mercy tried not to sound too eager.

"I want you to beg all of us to fuck you up your ass until your tears dry up, you brazen tramp," Rio pressed on. Mercy looked to Heaven and I even before the words 'brazen tramp' came out of Rio's mouth.

"Please, Zane and Heaven, fuck me – fuck me until I cannot stand – rip me up; break me," she exulted. Heaven looked to me with a 'what the fuck' look stamped on her face. I shrugged.

"Who goes first?" I smiled at Rio.

"That would be me, of course; my slut, so I get all her holes first!" Rio declared. 

"Mercy, assume the position – knees and elbows; Heaven, give her a pillow. I don't want to be annoyed by her baby-girl moaning and crying," Rio directed. I tossed Mercy a pillow instead of having Heaven risk it. In seconds, Mercy was on her knees and elbows, ass towards us and face in a pillow. Rio settled in behind her, a maniacal explosion of excitement on her face she shared with me.

Rio lunged forward and drove a full inch of her artificial cock into Mercy's asshole.

"AH!" Mercy screamed. Her whole body shook and her sobs weren't totally buried by her face pressing into the pillow.

"Come on, now," Rio coaxed her. "Push back against me. I'm not going to fuck you because I want you to fuck yourself. Now push back, damn it!"

Nothing, then a SLAP, and Mercy's body jumped from the impact. She did start backing into Rio, though.

"Faster, damn it," Rio growled. "Impale yourself – you know you want to," and sure enough, Mercy kept trembling but she pushed back harder and harder. I knew it had to hurt like hell but she had been stretched well by me and this was Rio's smaller strap-on.

"Wow," Rio said softly to Mercy as she leaned over her back, "you shoved that up your tight little ass, you slut." Mercy moaned. "That was...awesome. I've never met an ass as hungry as yours and I've known a few professional whores in my time. Now tell me, 'I'm a great ass-slut and I want the world to know'," Rio teased.

"I'm a great ass-slut and I want the world to know it," she gasped.

"I need to make you prove it," Rio mused as she established a smooth rhythm with Mercy.

"You could advertise her services?" Heaven suggested.

"Good idea!" Rio agreed. "We could take photos and make a video or two."

"No, please," replied Mercy in a panicked voice. "My parents would die if they ever found out."

"Mercy, I'm going to create of a whole gallery of you taking it up the ass, post it on the internet, and e-mail your Dad the link," Rio threatened. Mercy began crying. Rio pushed Mercy forward until her hips were almost on the bed, then pulled her, and the strap-on, back until it was almost out.

"Impress me, Mercy, and your Dad may not get a Christmas present to remember," she offered. Mercy stifled a few more sobs, then pushed back up against Rio and her cock. "Fuck, that feels good," Rio exhaled. "How about this, Mercy: I'm going to take a few select pictures of your tits and ass and then send them to your Father anonymously so you know what he's beating off to but he won't it is his little girl. Deal?"

Mercy didn't respond verbally but she did keep fucking her ass on all of Rio's eight inches. I detected a certain increase in enthusiasm. I could tack on exhibitionism to the list of Mercy's intriguing quirks. Quickly, Rio began alternating spankings from cheek to cheek as Mercy slammed herself back.

"I see your point," Heaven joked as I moved over her. "I can think of a few people I'd like to send a Christmas card to with a picture of her rear end on it."

"Let me think about it," Rio pondered. "Mercy, how would you like to be the most popular slut on campus – the one all the girls want a piece of?"

"How would you like to be the one all those other members of the Karate team are thinking about when they are rubbing their nipples and their clits in the shower, the one whose name they wished they could call out when they orgasm if only they knew who you were? Could you be that kind of whore for me?" Rio inquired.

"Yes," Mercy whispered. When Rio pounded Mercy's ass painfully hard, Mercy began chanting, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Heaven looked over her shoulder at me with a 'whoa' expression, then pushed forward, pillow covering her midsection, and grabbed hold of Rio's hip. Rio looked over her shoulder speculatively; Heaven grinned up at her, then kissed the small of Rio's back. 

With her free hand, Heaven parted Rio's butt cheeks and began darting her tongue lower and lower. I rubbed Heaven's back down to the point I was rubbing against her anal ring.

"Later, Zane," Heaven scolded me in a highly pleasurable way. We had all night.

"Whoa, Heaven," Rio gasped, "I take back all that wicked stuff I ever said about you," as Heaven's tongue darted over Rio's puckered hole.

"I'm doing this because of all the bull you said about me," Heaven teased.

"Then I take it all back, but only so I can do it all over again," Rio responded with bated breath.

"Mmmm...I think someone is an anal virgin," Heaven teased right back. Rio laughed at the absurdity.

"I'll give you mine if you give me yours," Rio suggested. Whoops.

"I am Zane's now," Heaven replied without hesitation, "so if he wants to share me, I'll lie down next to Mercy right now." Rio looked to me somewhat hopefully.

"Not right now, Rio; Heaven is the best piece of ass I've ever had so I'm not ready to share, but when we get there, you will know why I was greedy," I evaded.

"I think you are in love with that tight little ass squeezing that big cock of yours," Rio laughed. "How about you take my place and let me and Heaven figure out who gets on top?"

"How about you give Heaven the strap-on, and you and I FINALLY get a little personal time?" I offered, which I hoped was the best of both worlds. I could tell Heaven's cock was raging hard at the thought of Mercy's inviting butt and that Rio and I had some unresolved sexual tension.

"Heaven," Rio questioned, "are you okay with this? I know this is your date night."

"Return him in a usable form and I won't mind...too much," Heaven reminded. No one asked Mercy what she wanted but I had a strong feeling she wanted it that way. For Rio's sake, I was glad she didn't just shove Mercy forward and pop her cock out painfully.

"I'll get a few washcloths," I offered. Rio slipped to the edge of the bed and took off the strap on while occasionally petting Mercy's back, ass, and thighs. Heaven scooted behind her as well and began rubbing Mercy's cunt and penetrating a single finger into her anus, keeping the submissive sophomore on a razor's edge.

Iona had cached a freezer bag full of wet cloths for me so I was able to help us all clean up. I quickly took Rio to the foot of the bed and pulled her down to a mutual kneeling position.

"You know this doesn't change anything," Rio whispered to me. "You are still Iona's bitch." 

"Okay," I whispered in return. I read her emotions by looking into her eyes before lowering my mouth to her left breast. I brought my lips together to pinch her erect nipple, her sloped breasts jiggling as I teased it.

"Ooohhh...you are being gentle, you bastard," she moaned. She noticed Mercy looking at her wide-eyed.

"This is how you make love," Rio panted to Mercy. "All you are good for is fucking." I gave her some deep suction, absorbing much of her tit into my mouth. "If you are really, really good, I'll show you how this is done someday." I didn't waste time talking; I let Rio's body soak up my attention, drifting to the right breast while slithering a hand around her small but firm and finely proportioned ass to her pussy from behind.

"Damn you," Rio choked softly. She began thrusting her body against me, lowering her head to the top of my head, kissing it, and rolling her fingers through my hair.

"Ugh," Mercy groaned as Heaven steadily pushed her cock into her ass. Heaven had hidden the strap on somewhere and was taking her second woman in a week. 

I had little doubt she was experiencing erotic bliss while Mercy had no real clue that the hot piece of meat in her ass wasn't some different technique with the dildo. She'd learn in time, but we would cross that bridge when we came to it, and right now Mercy was grinding into Heaven's pelvis while smiling with lustful fulfillment. 

I hooked one of Rio's legs, placing it around my side, then did the same with the other, letting me press her down to the ground. I worked up her body until we were face to face once more and my cock rested on her thigh, right below her exceedingly wet pussy.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked with a foxy grin on her lips.

"No," I replied. "I'm not going to blow this chance to feel up every inch of you."

"Fuck me, damn it," she growled playfully. I let my weight settle on her body and allowed my hands free range over her body. "Zane," Rio called to me softly, her eyes wide, "fucking use me." I shook my head, managing to take one nipple between my fingers, and started to torture it.

"Fuck me," she insisted vigorously, "fuck my ass, let me blow you, but use that magnificent cock on me. Don't just leave it there; it is fucking torture." The hornier Rio got, the more limited her vocabulary became.

"Uh-uh," I shook my head, "you don't get off that easy. I want you to wear me out."

"Use...uh...that tongue...yeah...on her...Zane," Heaven suggested to me as her thighs slapped loudly against Mercy's ass.

"Heaven...Rio...oh...God...damn...harder, Heaven...yes...HEAVENNNNN!!!" Mercy went off. Mercy slumped forward, but Heaven clearly wasn't done yet and the slap, slap, slap of flesh continued rapidly.

"Can I pick the bitches, or what?" Rio sighed to me.

"I trust you, Rio," I responded. There was a moment where we figured out what we really wanted to say. She pushed her head up to kiss me and my response pressed our embrace back down to the sleeping bag. Rio drew her legs outside mine and writhed her body so that my cockhead rested against her pussy lips.

"You realize when I get out of here," Rio panted, "I'm going to hunt Iona down and lick her into unconsciousness."

"She couldn't ask for a better lover," I stated serenely, which only made Rio give an even throatier growl and look to the glass ceiling.

"Oh, God...take it...take it...take it, Mercy, you bitch! OH, GOD! You bitch," Heaven went off. "Yeah...ugh...take it...oh, yeah...urgh...bitch...mmmm," followed as Heaven pumped load after load of cum into Mercy's bowels.

"Christ Almighty," Mercy howled. "That feels...fantastic." She had received her first ever anal injection of semen searing its way into her and she apparently loved it.

"Zane," Rio embraced a different approach, "let me stay at your house this weekend."

"Sure," I agreed. "I'd love to have someone to hang out with and share my Saturday night addictions on the sofa."

"Damn, Mercy, clearly spanking you isn't good enough because Heaven has found your sweet spot without it," Rio told her 'toy'. "Zane, it is a date," she replied to me. "Now get up there and spank my bitch until she cries."

I gave Rio one more long kiss, which was both very sweet and allowed Heaven to retreat behind the covers without anyone being wiser. I stood up, brushed Mercy's hair away from her face, and got her attention.

"Mercy, are you okay with this?" I asked with the deep sympathy I felt for her.

"If you tell him 'No', I'm going to stick a butt plug up your ass and make you walk around with it all day long," Rio threatened.

"Please fuck me," Mercy blurted out, "take my ass. I need it." I moved around to her side, went on my knees, before knee-stepping between her legs and lined up with her anus.



I could see Heaven's cum seeping out and starting to drool down over her cunt and starting to drip to her thighs. Heaven must have blown a huge load up there and I really had to get off myself to cover the situation. I was thicker than Rio's strap-on or Heaven, so I was afraid I might hurt Mercy, but I shouldn't have bothered worrying.

No sooner had I pushed my bulbous cockhead through her abused anal ring and she ridden through the slight pain, Mercy pushed against me with great determination and drive.

"Oh, God, Yes," she gasped.

"Heaven gets to have that two or three times a week," Rio taunted Mercy as she settled in deceptively beside Heaven.

I had the twin duty of keeping an eye on Rio, behind me and to my right, who was nestled with Heaven and yet stay attuned to Mercy who lasted all of fifteen seconds before her first orgasm hit her like a seizure.

"ZANE!!!" she screamed...there goes my name again. I wonder if Leigh is having a sympathetic orgasmic vibe because of this.

Heaven wiggled her butt and Rio nudged her.

"I never thought I'd feel this way but I love the way he works that inside me," Heaven sighed. 

"I love the feel of it deep inside as he holds me tight and works it in and out." Rio spoke with her lips on Heaven's neck and a hand on her left breast.

I admit, I used Mercy harder than I would have liked, thrusting deeper and more violently into her rectum than either woman had done before. Mercy was sobbing and chocking with each stab and I could feel her body cascading toward one more orgasm. I reached forward, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her up. When her arms swung loose, I worked my hands down her arms until I wrapped my hands and wrists around hers.

My stabs took on a new brutality as I pounded her and pulled her up. When I had her high enough, Mercy was struggling for each breath and I felt positioned well enough to free up my left hand to grab hold of her breast. The tit was the right mix of soft yet firm and her nipple was already rubbed raw by her long torture, brought on by lying chest down on my bed's quilt while being fucked hard.

"Zane...I can't take it...anymore...Jesus Christ...I'm going to cum...Aaaaahhhhhh," she pleaded. I pulled her hard to me one last time, then thrust up with my hips with such force, I propelled her knees off the bed. She screamed, I cried out, and we both came. I let go of her wrist and tightly wrapped both arms around her, right below her breasts.

I kept thrusting and she kept crying and sobbing, but it was an oddly joyous sound. We were covered in sweat and grinding together in slower and slower gentle cycles.

"Rio...Zane...was I good..." she rasped, "...good enough?" This was Rio's game so I held my tongue.

"What makes you think you are done?" Rio commented. "Clean Zane up."

"What...huh?" Mercy stuttered. "What do you mean?"

"I mean give him a blowjob," Rio snapped.

"But...he's...I...it was in my ass," she whimpered.

"It is called Ass-to-Mouth, Slut," Rio explained. "Now get sucking." In desperation, Mercy sent me a pleading look. I gave her a wink but used a stern voice.

"On your stomach, Mercy. You have to do this so let's get it over with, and if you use your teeth, Rio's going to slap your tits until they glow bright red," I promised.

I slipped off the bed, onto my knees, stealing a wet cloth from the bag and moving rapidly around to the foot of the bed. Mercy collapsed forward, still uncertain until she saw me vigorously cleaning my cock to the point she nodded in satisfaction. I then edged my semi-flaccid rod to her lips and let her have a taste.

When she realized it didn't taste horrible, she began licking it and kissing my penis head. I would have been more supportive and attentive if I hadn't noticed Rio, Heaven, and the look of bafflement on Heaven's face. Rio was still nursing on Heaven's nipple, but while Heaven had been distracted by the interchange between Mercy and I, Rio had snuck a hand beneath the covers.

My attempt to figure out how to play this out was short-circuited by Rio tucking herself up near the head of the bed, then slipping under the covers. She returned to her previous place snuggled beside Heaven and latched onto her nipple. She also began to rummage Heaven beneath the sheets, riling my tranny lover like few other things could.

"Give me that little kitty," Rio teased Heaven as she shifted so that she was between her legs and working her body down Heaven's. I had to gulp down a shout as Mercy scrapped her teeth against my super-sensitive and rebounding head. Rio's kisses brought her to Heaven's waist level. With one hand Rio kept the covers up, and with the other, she spread Heaven's legs wider.

"Mmmm...that looks delicious," Rio continued to confuse Heaven. She pressed Heaven's legs still wider apart and down to the mattress, then used her lips and tongue to trap Heaven's cock and start to suck on it. "I bet Zane loves this cunt," she slurped. With one determined effort, I saw Rio raise her head, then pump down until she pressed her nose against Heaven's pubic hair. 

Heaven groaned in lust and collapsed against the pillows at the head of the bed. Rio was working Heaven's cock over with what I had to imagine was expert tongue work and throat contractions. A tiny part of me wished I could turn Mercy around so she could see how a blowjob was supposed to work but that wasn't happening – no way, no how.

"Mmmm, Heaven, I'm going to have to steal you away from Zane once in a while," Rio slurped and moaned. "This is one of the tastiest snatches I've ever put my lips to. Do you like my lips and tongue?"

"Ummm...yeah, it's great," Heaven managed a response. Rio bobbed a few more times, then Heaven asked, "Is your tight ass part of that deal?"

Rio decided actions were better than words so, keeping the sheets covering them both, she crawled up Heaven's body until she was over her, tits in Heaven's face. Rio reached between them and undoubtedly spent several seconds rubbing Heaven's cock along her moist labia until she slowly inserted that penis down to the point their crotches ground against one another.

Heaven looked like she was about to lose it right there and then. Rio grabbed Heaven's head and rubbed her mouth over her boobs.

"Does that answer all your questions?" Rio said in hushed tones.

"Yeah...yes," Heaven gasped. Rio dismounted and slid back down Heaven, leaving the transsexual deeply conflicted – pussy or blowjob?

I turned my focus back to Mercy, who seemed desperate for some feedback from me and I had been neglecting her.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 10



"Take it slow, Mercy. Use your tongue to get a feel for it and use your lips to keep a light touch around the shaft. This isn't a race," I assured her calmly.

"You grimaced...earlier," Mercy replied softly. "It was my teeth, wasn't it?"

"Mercy, you didn't bite me, you dragged your teeth along my head. It isn't a great sensation but you are doing okay," I answered, "but if I feel those teeth again, I'm going to spank you." Mercy got back to work with some tenderness. "If you don't use those teeth, I'll spank you twice."

Mercy kept my cock in her mouth but looked up at me; a tiny smile creased her face and she cupped her tongue more effectively and sucked harder. I shouldn't have been surprised that someone more attuned to pain would be a quicker learner, and Mercy was definitely pushing the curve. What might have been had Heaven not exploded into Rio's mouth, I wouldn't find out until later.

"RIO! Take it, you vicious bitch," Heaven gasped. Rio was too busy gulping down Heaven's gift to Rio's gullet (as Heaven held a hand on Rio's hair) to probably thanking the Almighty that this was Heaven's third ejaculation for the night. I had to keep Mercy occupied until those two were done so I ran my hands through her hair, grabbed a handful on each side, and began fucking her face.

"Ugh...gurgle...mmmm," were the noises Mercy made as she struggled not to gag on my cock as it pushed further down her throat than had previously been attempted. Her eyes watered but she refused to push back, taking this as yet another punishment. We floated there in our own little corner of the world until a light smack to her left butt cheek brought us back to reality.

"Damn, Zane, don't break my girl's jaw," Rio joked.

"Mmmphf...I didn't finish," Mercy whined. Heaven intervened before Rio became more vigorous.

"He can really work a girl over, Mercy. You can graduate to getting him off with your mouth the next time around," Heaven interjected.

"Will there be a next time?" Mercy sought confirmation.

"I don't know..." Rio started off.

"An ass that good is a terrible thing to waste," Heaven suggested.

"She learns quickly and I like the way she screams," I added. Rio regarded Mercy haughtily.

"Very well; against my better judgment, I'll keep Mercy around a little longer, but only because you guys want to use her slutty body and her ass is so damn spank-worthy," Rio stated with finality. "Mercy, get dressed and I'll take you home."

As Mercy tried to get off the bed, her legs trembled and she could barely stand.

"I'm not sure I can walk home," Mercy joked with a heavy undercurrent of exhaustion. I was half-tempted to let her spend the night. Rio's response was to grab her hips, pull her in backwards, and take a bite of her ass.

"OW!" Mercy squawked.

"Oh," Rio addressed Heaven and I, "remind me to have this butt tattooed with my name."

"People will see," Mercy muttered fearfully.

"Only me, Sweetheart, and the people I give you to for whatever perverse pleasure they desire," Rio teased. "What would you prefer; Rio's Slut across your ass, or Milk Maid over your breasts?"

Mercy remained silent on the matter.

"I think she wants them both," I declared. Mercy shot me a surprised look.

"Atta boy, Zane; you always figure out what a girl really wants," Rio chortled. "Both it is."

"Now that the future of Mercy's tats has been decided, you two get out and let me and Zane have some private time...the way it was supposed to be," Heaven demanded.

"I'll walk my delicious fuck toy home and come back for Good Night kisses," Rio laughed. She and Mercy dressed quickly and departed into the lower levels and the campus beyond. When we were alone, Heaven and I curled up next to one another and did some gentle explorations of our bodies.

"What happened?" Heaven finally asked.

"I haven't a clue," I shrugged. Rio could still be such a mystery to me.

"When do you want me to go?" she inquired next.

"I have the alarm set for 5:00, which should allow you plenty of time to get back into your dorm and pretend you slept there," I told her. Heaven rested her head on my chest and made some rumbling/purring noises while I stroked her hair.

"Spending the night..." she mused. "Spending the night at my boyfriend's...I like the sound of that. You know what this means; right?"

"Why don't you tell me," I wondered.

"It means you like me, Stupid," she griped with a snicker, then lightly punched me.

"If I knew this was what it took, I would have tied you up and brought you here that day after Orienteering tryouts and saved me a world of pain," I teased her.

"One more dumbass comment like that and no ass or throat for you tonight," Heaven threatened. I stayed tight lipped, beyond kissing Heaven repeatedly, until Rio returned with my key and some explanations.

"Hey, Love Birds," Rio grinned. "If you try to look any cuter, I swear, I'll vomit."

"How did you know?" Heaven blurted out.

"Girl's smell a certain way when they are banged, especially by Zane, and from what I heard, there were multiple orgasms in that Kappa Sig closet so I figured something was up," Rio explained. "Then all I had to do was keep my eyes open and observe you. The final piece was when I caught you hiding the strap-on before you mounted Mercy," Rio said. 

"You covered your equipment very well – I didn't see it until we fucked – but everything came together when you began tearing Mercy up," Rio snickered. "I know the difference between the sound of a cock and a dildo so when you came and she screamed out because you pumped what must have been a gallon of cum up her bum, I was absolutely sure."

"What are you going to do?" Heaven asked cautiously.

"Do? I'm not going to do anything. You are Zane's fuck-buddy..." Rio stated.

"I prefer the term 'girlfriend'," Heaven interrupted. Rio's crazy eyes mulled that one over.

"...Girlfriend, so as long as you keep him happy, I'm happy. If you hurt him, I'm not going to expose the fact that you have balls; I'm going to tear them off and feed them to you. Are we clear on that?" Rio smiled wickedly.

"Well, I doubt you can take me but I understand the sentiment," Heaven countered. Rio shrugged, crawled up the bed, and kissed me.

"Good night, you two, and Zane, try to keep her cries for mercy and screams to God Almighty to a minimum or I'll be forced to sick Barbie Lynn on both of you," Rio joked.

Rio made a hasty exit and Heaven was left nearly as confused as when Rio left the first time.

"I don't understand her. I know she hates me; I'm not even going to deny she has cause; so why did she act that way?" Heaven asked me.

"That's because you and the others never tried to understand her. Rio hates hypocrisy and lies. I'm not sure why, but she's otherwise just like everyone else," I informed her.

"If you can accept she's not going to put up with deceptive bullshit, she's a great friend. Her abrasive exterior is her way of dealing with the people who've been telling her to sit down and shut up all these years," I went on. 

"Put it this way: imagine what your life would have been like if Christina died your freshman year," I postulated. "That is what Rio is like – friendless, alone, and with a terrible secret."

"What is her secret?" Heaven inquired.

"Don't know; I've never asked. It is none of my business unless she makes it so," I explained. "You know I am with you for what is in here," I tapped her between her eyes, "and here," I put my hand over her left breast, "and not what is between your legs."

"I certainly don't mind what you have but I'm mostly heterosexual," I told her. "I like you because you are fierce and loyal, and you fought against your fear. Cowardice is far too easy and too many people think of themselves first, so when you find someone who doesn't, you should always hold them close."

"Is that what you are doing now...holding me close?" Heaven's voice became sultry.

"Yes, I confess to an ulterior motive," I smiled. Heaven straddled me, pressing her crotch against my chest while she produced a different squeeze tube of lube and proceeded to coat my shaft with a generous dose. 

As I held her up by the ass with both hands, she guided my shaft along her crack until she wedged it into her anus.

"Down," she whispered in a throaty voice. "Put that Beast in me."

"Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..." Heaven babbled as she engulfed my entire length in one gentle yet persistent ride.

"You..." she panted, "...never asked me...why I am with you."

"In my experience, a woman will tell you things about her when she wants you to know them, even if she has to trick you into asking," I replied.

"Well, this woman wants you to know that she hasn't a clue, but I feel like I've been looking for you my entire life but never knew it." Heaven breathed deeply as she began to rock back and forth while I lifted her up and re-impaled her time and again.

When the alarm went off at 5:00 o'clock, I snapped to a painful awareness, physically and emotionally wasted. Heaven was far grumpier.

"My butt hurts," she groaned. "That last round, I felt like you were trying to split me in two."

"Excuse me, but wasn't it you who mounted me...at 11:30 and again at 3:00?" I answered groggily.

"It is not my fault; at 3:00 o'clock I reached out to comfort you and your dick was as hard as granite. It would have been a sin to let that go to waste," Heaven pouted, and then began to caress my morning wood.

"Okay," I admitted, "waking up and finding your ass bouncing up and down on my cock is one of the most pleasurable ways to come forth from a dream, but I like being asked, and I like even more the idea of not having Christina coming over and castrating me for keeping you out late enough to be caught."

"At least she would let me keep it," Heaven smiled sweetly.

"That works out a whole lot better for you than me," I pointed out.

"Now who is being selfish?" she teased, still stroking me. Faster than she could react, I grabbed her wrist and yanked her over my lap, exposing her scrumptious buttocks to my reach.

"Hey! Ow, ow, ow, ow..." she screamed as I delivered alternating slaps to each butt cheek. 

"Will you behave now?" I teased her.

"Never!" she declared in a loud voice, "Now get off...ow, ow, ow, ow," as further spankings were inflicted.

"Okay, okay," Heaven relented with tears in her eyes. "I'll behave...for now." To forestall any real anger, I pulled Heaven farther forward and begin applying tender kisses to the handprints I'd left on her ass.

"Oh," Heaven swooned, "let me stay...oh, yeah...angry with you...not the tongue, damn it...so nice."

"Time to send you home," I informed Heaven, seductively.

"Aarrrghh...but now you've got me horny again," she scowled. "Not fair!"

"I'd like to at least pretend I'm trying to graduate, Heaven, and parading a series of hotties out of my room when the floors are flooded with students isn't going to help," I pointed out.

"Parade of hotties... pray tell, who is the competition?" Heaven playfully shoved me. She then did proceed to start getting dressed.

"Heaven, no matter how many ladies I'm seeing, you will always be 'Next'," I taunted her, reviving an ancient (which translates to one week for me in FFU time) exchange Heaven and I had had.

"Oh...you mother-fucker!" Heaven squawked, but her eyes sparkled with delight, not anger. "You really did it, even if this was an orgy for two. Now I really am afraid for Christina."

"Do I make you happy?" I asked her honestly. Heaven stopped dressing, came over, and hugged me to her bosom.

"You shouldn't even have to ask," Heaven breathed down at me. "But you're right; we both owe it to Christina to not get caught." She returned to gathering up her clothes and slipping into them while I soaked up the beauty. Heaven pretended not to notice but from time to time, she'd sneak a smile my way until she was finally finished.

"I've got to go," Heaven sighed.

"I'll see you at breakfast," I pointed out.

"When are we hooking up again?"

"Tonight sucks and this weekend is going to be a bear, so how about Thursday?" I suggested.

"No parties this weekend?" Heaven hoped.

"The only party I'm going to be a part of is the one where I become reacquainted with the inside of my eyelids," I explained. Heaven stifled a biting response; even she realized that I occasionally needed eight hours of sleep.

Heaven gave me a cute look over the shoulder before skipping down the stairs. When I heard the door shut, I collapsed back on my bed and made sure the alarm was set for 5:30 before stealing a few more minutes of sleep. As my dreams began to tug at me, I heard the door open, and soon enough, Barbie Lynn came into view. Barbie Lynn is the type of woman that can convince any man that sleep is overrated.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 11



*Anyone can be who they want to be; the challenge is being who you need to be*

(Frontma delivered on several chapters this time so I can get them out to you soon. I thank her for spending all this time with me on this project)

(Surprisingly there is no actual sex in this chapter, though things get close on more than one occasion)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)



My journey to the Dining Hall this Wednesday was enlivened by carrying, bridal style, a sophomore named Courtney while playing out a scene from Tristan and Isolde. I had Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy as escorts/minders, but Rhaine was now defining her responsibility as keeping me from misbehaving, not stopping me, and the other students from having fun.

Tristan and Isolde was some kind of chick-flick taken from a Wagnerian play so technically it wasn't on the 'banned' list. With me was the added bonus that it wasn't homo-erotic (being a guy in a romantic relationship with a girl – in the play) and that I could actually carry Isolde in my arms.

A larger than normal crowd had gathered for my dutiful performance and while I generally received rave reviews, I did catch a few girls talking about redoing the skit with a Sampson and Delilah theme. I pledged to avoid girls with shears like the plague. We bunched up around one of the entrances to the Dining Hall as I finished our script and carefully placed her back on her feet.

Among the scattering of applause and the press of bodies, I felt Mercy stumble into me. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open in surprise, and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. My answer came when I looked over her shoulder and saw Rio, looking very casual but pumping her arm rapidly against Mercy's back.

When we got into the food line, Rio smirked and began sucking her forefinger which was sticky and slick.

"Seriously...in the middle of the crowd? You just couldn't resist?" I teased her.

"Next I'm sticking in the butt plug," she whispered in a conspiratorial manner. "I have it in my book bag and I'm jumping her after BA. Do you want to help?"

"I'd rather face dismemberment than break Iona's schedule," I sighed quietly.

"Some He-Man you are," she giggled. "You'll go five rounds with Gorman but Iona has you pussy-whipped."

"If I have to go, I could hardly pick a better woman," I responded, and wrapped an arm around Iona's waist and rested my hand on her hip.

"Yes, Zane?" Iona looked up at me with an exotic combination of innocence and genius.

"Rio reminded me how lucky we are to have you with us," was my answer.

"Oh, that's nice," Iona beamed up at me. "I thought it had something to do with Rio putting her hand under Mercy Chaplain's skirt." I chuckled and Rio grumbled.

"I have glasses," Iona stated, "I'm not blind."

"Did anyone else notice?" I inquired.

"No. I think Rio was pretty smooth, but if experience has taught me anything, it is Rio who is going to be the troublemaker, not you, Zane," Iona stated calmly. "I was paying attention to her."

"Oh, Cordelia wanted to know if you could come by the Science Club today around two-thirty and help us with a little problem we are having," Iona inquired.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"Why didn't Cordy ask him herself?" Rio questioned.

"I don't know the answer to either of those questions," Iona admitted.

"It is illegal, illicit, and off the record," Rio pronounced.

"No, it is not," Iona battled back.

"Trust me, I've done my share of things I didn't want the authorities to know about and this stinks of that kind of stunt," Rio explained.

"I'll be with Zane; nothing will happen. Besides, we are the Science Club, not an international criminal syndicate," Iona told Rio.

"I'll be okay," I promised Rio. On the other hand, the Science Club wasn't all flowers, bells, and puppy dog tails. 

They hacked the school's computer systems, had illegal internet hook-ups, and were re-wiring a dorm floor for my personal pleasure...and Rio's criminal instincts were more often right than wrong. We were able to get our seats and enjoy most of breakfast before Iona nudged me.

"Don't you ever answer your messages?" Iona inquired.

"I have them all automatically forwarded to you," I countered. "It seemed like the sanest thing to do."

"But you don't even know what's going on in your life," she worried.

"Darling, I have you to keep me from falling off the face of the Earth. I trust you to keep me on an even keel. Besides, someone hacked my phone yesterday so I'm not sure how safe I would be without you," I enlightened her.

"Someone hacked your phone?" Iona gasped. "Any idea who?"

"Cordelia; she put herself at the top of my Handmaiden's list. I didn't mind, but the fact that she did it means it could be done," I told her. Iona shot an angry glare in Cordelia's direction.

"Don't worry about it, Iona," Rio joked. "Have you known anyone to mess with Zane and not pay for it eventually?"

"That doesn't mean I like it," Iona kept glaring. I tapped her shoulder, then led her gaze to me by tugging on her jaw. 

"Let it go. In the social hierarchy, we are freshmen, despite any accomplishments. Trust me, I know: There are some fights you don't get into until you are ready. Cordelia likes you because you are useful but don't try her patience too far or she'll break you."

"I don't like it. This is high school all over again," Iona grumbled.

"The major difference," Rio pointed out, "you have a sick psycho like me and a stud like Zane who have your back. We've left you alone once and that was only in hopes you would get out from under the hammer that was falling on us."

"Oh, we were told about your conversation with the Chancellor. I liked what you said," I told her thoughtfully, "but I believe Rio and I could have done it better."

"Who would you have quoted?" wondered Iona. I exchanged a fanatical look with Rio.

"THIS IS SPARTA!" we shouted in unison, "and then we would have kicked her desk out the window," I added.

Iona sighed, looked down at her tray, and grinned while half the dining hall gazed our way.

"You two are nuts," she chuckled.

"Ninja Urban Terrorists," Rio and I declared together, "that's us." The rest of breakfast passed without incident or too much humor.



It is not the Distance; It is the Weight on your Back



Getting out looked to be a bit less friendly as Rhaine, Joy and Mercy added two other girls to their entourage.

"Zane, Rio, Iona – we have a duty for you," Rhaine announced. "You will carry our books, on your knees, and on the sidewalk."

"Well, Kemosabe, do we ignore them or kick their asses?" Rio looked to me. "Man, here I am without my hate-mallet too."

"I'm going for benign indifference," I informed Rio. "Rhaine, we already have an assigned Handmaiden duty and we are not required to partake of any task that would result in our physical harm."

"We let Christina get away with it because we were isolated and new, but that's not the case anymore," I explained. "You break the rules and we'll defend ourselves."

"Then we are taking you to the Chancellor's office," Rhaine declared loudly. At this time my two buddies were despairing over the lack of appearance by our allies but I tend to have more faith in the fairness of human nature.

"Civil disobedience," I advised Iona. To Rio, I explained, "Make yourself dead weight." Rhaine's Traditionalists came forward and we three fell to the ground.

"Get up," Joy demanded of Rio.

"Nope, not going to happen," she gleefully shot back. Joy gave Rio a strong nudge with the foot.

"What are you doing?" a cold calm voice pierced the setting. It was Coach Dana Gorman.

"I...what...we are doing what Rhaine told us to do," Joy stammered.

"Kicking a student is grounds for dismissal," Dana informed Joy. "Physical violence is only acceptable in self-defense, and only when withdrawal is not an option."

"Coach Gorman, we were told..." Rhaine began.

"Ms. Ritchie, the Board of Directors can alter the Handbook whenever they wish, and if they ever say that bludgeoning another student merely because they disagree with you is permissible, I'll be sure to let you know."

"Yes, Ma'am," Rhaine gulped.

"You three, stop loafing about and get to class" Gorman addressed us. "We can all hope you flunk out your first semester, but until you do, I am required to make sure you are in your classes at the appointed time. Now go!" she grumbled to Rio, Iona and I.

"Yes, Ma'am," Iona and I said as we stood up once more. Rio merely growled. We quickly parted Rhaine and company, then headed to class. Soon enough, Christina and her crowd appeared around us.

"What tree were you bitches hiding behind?" Rio griped. That did not get her a pleasant response.

"Rio, they were always with us," I said, putting a hand on Rio's shoulder. "They also sent people to get Coach Gorman and others to get Ms. Goodswell in case things went bad. Cappadocia and Wilhelmina were rounding up the troops in case Rhaine tried to force us. By keeping the field clear of obvious forces, we resolved this fight in a way that didn't make us look bad."

"You got all that while talking to Rhaine and watching every sane FFU girl running away from us?" Rio gawked.

"If an ally betrays you, they will stand by and watch. If you don't see them, assume they are fighting elsewhere on your behalf, or so the saying goes," I related.

"That sounds like dark matter – you know it is there because you can't see it," Iona nodded, "but you see its effects."

"Essentially," Christina remarked.

"I'd like to know one thing," Faith inquired: "Have you slept with Coach Gorman too? She seems to have joined our side very suddenly."

"She's not on our side and she's not our friend, but I did outline how this fight would work. If they break the rules, we break the rules, and chaos ensues. If the Coach keeps things fair, Rio and I will go down by our own faults or succeed on our merits, Christina will still beat Rhaine, and this year might not suck so much for the average student, freshmen included," I said.

"How do you jibe following the rules with having a different girl in your bed every night?" Hope taunted me with a hint of seduction. Heaven looked equal parts embarrassed and sensually hungry.

"I don't believe he has a woman in his bed every night," Christina corrected.

"Expecting Zane to sleep alone is like putting a lion among your sheep and expecting to eat lamb next season; theoretically possible, but it goes against his nature," Hope laughed.

"I have not had a woman in my bed every night," I sniffed indignantly.

"Yeah," Rio rallied to my defense, "there was that night you barred Barbie Lynn and...actually, I think that was the only night...though he didn't sex me up that first night on campus."

"I think it is safe to say that the female student body has made good use of Zane's time here amongst us," Chastity noted, as she lightly slapped my shoulder.

"Well, in case anyone cares, I'm going to a church function tonight and stopping by the Kappa Sigma house on the way back. Hopefully, I'll be able to finish up some Biology reading and go to bed early," I declared.

"And if you find a girl in your bed when you get in?" Hope teased.

"He'll assume it is a day ending in 'y'," Iona snickered.

"Et tu, Iona?" Christina stated loftily.

"In that case, please spread the word," I muttered darkly. "I'm coming home and stealing Iona away to my lair for some much needed discipline and loyalty reinforcement." Iona remained still while the other girls looked around.

"Seriously?" Faith wondered.

"I play around a lot but never with Iona," I explained. "If she doesn't lock her door, she's mine."

"Iona, I'll help you barricade the door," Heaven offered. Iona didn't say anything but the look she shot Heaven clearly stated 'don't you dare!'



"Zane?" Virginia Goodswell requested my attention as I approached my English class.

"Hey, Teach, I'm ready to have my head stuffed with learning," I grinned.

"That's good, because we are choosing Authors and Works today, along with project partners," Virginia instructed.

"So, Ms. Goodswell, who is my boy Zane partnered up with? Or is there going to be a Thunder Dome match to figure that out?" Rio beamed with failed innocence.

"Ms. Talon," my teacher sighed, "it is a volunteer process, and I'm not sure any girl in my class wants to work with Mr. Braxton."

"Zane, when the feeding frenzy begins, jump for the ceiling lights," Chastity joked with me. At least I hoped she was joking. The ladies wished me luck and we parted ways. After taking our assigned seats, Virginia went over our latest lessons and then introduced us to our semester project. The first thing to decide was the partnerships.

"Before we partner up," Virginia asked the class, "would any of you consider teaming up with Zane Braxton to get this done? Hands please." Multiple hands flew up. Virginia looked over the class, nodded, and said, "Thank you." She looked it over, "Raven, Barbara, and Céline, each of you give me the reason why you don't want to work with Zane."

Ms. Goodswell had chosen the three girls who hadn't raised their hands. Barbara and Celine didn't want to work with me because they were afraid I would rape them the moment we were alone..."sigh". Raven's answer was that she was afraid that my lack of a structured education would make the paper more difficult.



Raven Thorpe was awarded the 'honor' of working with me, a designation she groaned over, and other girls glared at her with jealousy. After class she attempted to shoulder past me but I tapped her arm.

"Can we talk for a second?" I inquired.

"Don't you have to scurry off and take care of your schedule?" she replied blandly.

"Can you stop being a bitch for fifteen seconds so we can figure out which author we can work on?" I snapped angrily. She pulled up short as if she expects to be pimp-slapped next.

"Okay, who do you have in mind?" she requested. "And if you say William Shakespeare, I am going to smack you with my book bag."

"I was thinking the political works of Edmund Burke," I suggested. Raven blinked.

"Seriously, I didn't think you even knew who Edmund Burke was, much less that he was the father of modern conservatism," Raven congratulated me. It was almost like she wanted to pat me on the head and give me a doggy bone.

"I was thinking of concentrating more on his works during the American Revolution, but if that's what you are more comfortable with, we could cover his later period works instead," I offered.

"Good point, Zane. Let's talk it over during lunch," Raven suggested.

"Zane," summoned a female voice from outside the classroom.

"Go on," Raven smirked, "enjoy your disproportionate level of abuse."

"You act like I have any choice in the matter," I shrugged. 

It was of little consolation that Raven made it ten more feet from the door when she got snatched up too. This time out, my mistress got to point to a feature on her body and I had to give it a flattering description – I know, my life is utter hell.



I had no idea where the Science Club met; I even began to get the sinking feeling they carefully controlled any information about themselves, sort of like a secret society...or the CIA.

"Hello, I'm Paige," spoke this girl, who apparently materialized out of the ether. I'm not paranoid; I've spent the past two years in a region where you have to be alert because Tigers are common and I say this girl freaking ghosted me, Man.



"I'm with the Science Club. You will come with me right now," she smiled like said predator cat trying to disguise herself as a white rabbit.

"You are albino," I noted. She had long white hair, alabaster skin, and a red shadow to her eyes. She was also the only girl to date I'd seen with the dark blue jacket that was part of our winter uniform. She also had a jaunty blue hat and white stockings instead of socks.

"You have eyes," she rolled hers, "now come along." I started to follow her.

"So what is this meeting about?" I asked.

"It isn't a meeting; we require you for something," she replied.

"What is it?" I became more cautious.

"It is a surprise," she mocked me. "Stop wasting my time and come along."

"Cool...I'm out of here." I grinned, turned, and left. Paige staggered and seemed unable to grasp my departure.

"Where are you going?" she snapped tartly.

"To Archery Club," I replied, while still walking away.

"But...but you said you would come," she stuttered.

"Am I a person? Are you?"

"Yes and yes," she replied with irritation.

"Are you an idiot or a child? Because those are the only reasons to forgive your spoiled behavior," I turned and said. Paige glared. "So you assume you are smarter than me and can be rude to someone who is doing you a favor."

"We are the ones doing you a favor," Paige snapped back. "Now we want you to repay us."

"Did you discuss payment when you did me the favor of rewiring my room? No? Good, because if you had, I would clearly be suffering a form of amnesia," I gave back. "If you want something, you can ask as a friend or you can offer me something that makes it worth my while. Now go back to Cordelia and tell her you have returned alone because you were so much smarter than me. If you could only 'speak friend'..." I continued walking away.

"Wait," Paige called out nervously. "I...I..." and I could almost hear the wheels turning. "Speak friend and enter." I stopped in midstride.

"So you read through my school records and know my top ten influences," I turned and responded. We stared at each other for almost a minute until she finally gave up and put on her sunglasses. I retraced my steps back to her.

"Favorite member of the Fellowship?" I tested her.

"Legolas," she responded. I scoffed and she had the human decency to look embarrassed.

"Ha," I scoffed again. "Horny girls go for the elf; the marrying kind goes for Aragorn."

"Who is yours, then, wise guy?" she volleyed.

"Boromir," I declared my allegiance.

"Ah, of course; the veteran warrior in a doomed struggle; he forsakes his honor only to redeem it in a hopeless fight, perishing in the arms of his brothers," Paige retorted. "I thought you would have gone for Aragorn, the Uncrowned King."

"Hmmm," I winced, "my second choice was actually Frodo but that would have sounded gay."

"You can't be gay; you are not clever enough to conceal that," she stated.

"See, now you are sounding like Saruman the White," I teased.

"Let me guess: because I'm an albino," she grumbled.

"You are an albino? I was talking about your facial hair and that arrogant, know-it-all vibe you've got going on," I joked. Paige stared at me, suddenly speechless, finally taping her chin.

"At least you didn't call me Gollum," she admitted.

"Nah; too much hair and not enough skin slime," I explained as I ran the back of one finger over her cheek. She flinched slightly.

"Are you going to...please...come with me now?" she asked much more politely.

"Are you going to have sex with me?" I grinned.

"WHAT!?!?" she squawked.

"Just joshing you," I smiled. "You are far too pretty to be interested in me. Let's go."

I'd clearly unsettled her because she didn't say another word to me until we were going downstairs in the Clegger Science Building.

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked as we finished the last set of stairs.

"I must confess I find most women attractive, but you are far prettier than most," I replied.

"Do you still want to have sex with me?" she said in a casual voice. I took her hand and placed it on my heart. "Hah," she snorted, "I get it; your heart is beating so yes, you want to have sex with me."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 11



"I was going to say that a steady heartbeat indicated I was telling the truth, but someone keeps insisting they are smarter than me," I teased her. Am I really asking for another sex partner? What's wrong with me?

Her reaction wasn't what I expected it to be and then I realized that she still had something over on me – the reason for me being here. Bitch. She opened a door into a dark room and ushered me in. There appeared to be about ten ladies in the room, playing with a variety of electronics.

"Delivered as promised," Paige called out.

"What did he hit you with?" a short caramel-skinned girl inquired.

"Fellowship of the Ring," Paige grinned. Mother-fuckers! 

"Did he offer to have sex with you?" Cordelia asked playfully.

"Yes. And not only gave me a 'pretty' but also a 'far prettier'." Paige gave me a smug look.

"Ha, ha, ha," I muttered. Idiot me forgot that psychology is also a science, and the reason we don't have a chess club at FFU was also evident; the Science Club devoured them.

"Come on, Zane," Cordelia batted her full lashes at me. "We need a little favor and it won't take fifteen minutes."

"Couldn't you simply coerce me into doing this?" I stated. "I'm sure this whole rigmarole of making me think I'm doing you a favor has to be making things more difficult."

"We are all friends here," Cordelia smiled.

"No, if we were all friends here, Iona would be at my side," I scolded her. "I admit you did a great scam getting me in this room, but you aren't nearly as good at lying to my face as you think you are."

"Iona..." Paige started to say.

"Don't!" Cordelia snapped, then took a deep breath. "If you threaten Iona he will hit you...no," she corrected, "He'll hit me," Cordelia reasoned out.

"There are eleven of us," another girl, Pandora Jaspers, stated, somewhat angry and confident.

"I've seen him fight, Pandora. I saw him drop Mercy Chaplain. I've seen him fight Cappadocia Davis and Coach Gorman too," Cordelia said coolly as we stared at one another. "Unless we curl up in a ball on the ground, he'll beat us down. We'll hurt him, but Zane can take more pain than we can because he cares about her."

"On that note, I'm gone again. Good going Paige; I'm sure you can think of something to make your sisters understand," I shrugged and moved for the door.

"Zane...I need you to strip down and let us attach a series of video and biometric sensors so we can create a 'Virtual Zane' for a little project we are working on," Cordelia blurted out.

I had to think hard about this; not because I didn't want to do it but because I had to figure if this was an honest play or another convoluted turn of the screws. I turned and looked at Cordelia.

"There was no way in hell you ever thought I was a professor and you miraculously materialized outside my first class with the knowledge I was actually a freshman...damn, Cordelia, can't you just ask for stuff?" I berated her.

"If you ask, you depend on another to get what you want; if you deceive, you win or lose on your own abilities," she shrugged. "Besides, I did ask you to kiss me; remember?"

"Good enough; where do you want me to stand?" I responded.

"Wait," Paige gawked. "Now he is doing it."

"Alright ladies," one girl grinned. "Everyone pay up. I told you we should simply ask him."

With that, I stepped over to a table and began stripping. Slowly the girls around me stopped what they were doing and openly ogled me. I guess the real me was better than the video.

"Aren't you curious about what we are going to do?" Pandora inquired.

"You are probably going to tell me that I'm posing naked because it is easier to dress an 'uncluttered' form, or something to that effect, but really, I like Cordelia and Iona is one of my two best friends," I mulled it over. "Besides, in case you missed it, I've seen all your faces."

Once they took that bit of news in, things went along smoothly, though they had some debate amongst themselves on whether my cock needed its own 'reference point' – a sensor attached.

The amusing thing was, when the girl running the computer imaging asked me to keep my penis still, I had to reply that certain reactions weren't under my control, which caused a rather awkward moment. When I was finally finished there was another quiet interlude as I got dressed.

"So," Cordelia wondered, rocking back and forth on her feet, "if we need more...data, could we get you to come back?"

"Sure," I smiled back, "you know where I live, and you certainly know what my digits are. Cordelia, I want you to consider that if something happens in my room that ends up on the web that betrays the trust people have put in me, I'm not going to come after all of you looking for excuses. Are we clear?"

"Is that a threat, Zane?" Cordelia beamed playfully.

"Cordelia, I'm always one step away from being tossed out of here on my ass, so those who chose to trust me and take up my cause are doing it because they are decent folk. I'm not like most people; I can't afford to toss friends away like most of the rest of the people in this room seem to be comfortable with."

"Or what," Paige smirked, "you'll beat us up?"

"No, Paige. I value trust, so if you take that away from me, I'll find out what you value and take that away from you," I stared at her intently.

"I know what you are going to say, Paige," Cordelia jumped in, "and Zane being expelled will only mean that he has no other distractions from dealing with us and he'll still have people inside the school all too willing to help him."

"Zane, how about if something is done, we give you an off switch for various sections?" Cordelia offered.

"Sounds great; let me know how the project works out, but now I have to go to Archery," I replied, before slipping out the door.

"How did he know we were going to wire his room?" I overheard Paige whisper to Cordelia.

"You don't seriously think he came here solely because we tricked him, do you?" Cordelia answered. "He knew we would try something and he wanted us to know that he knew." Yes, I had bumbled into the message I'd wanted to get across despite myself.



Does Anyone Want Me Here?



I had escaped school with a double date for Thursday Night (Chastity and Hope), then stopped by the house to plead with Aunt Jill to let Rio stay for the weekend. I gave a rational case, a compassionate reason, and then fell down on my knees and told her I really, really, really wanted her to stay. Something in that last argument made Jill relent and I phoned the good news to Rio.

All that groveling resulted in me making the Festivities Committee Meeting by only two minutes. I swept into the room abruptly and as the story of my life goes, everyone stopped talking and looked at me. A quick scan of the room told me that two of the eight women knew to expect me, or at least some guy, while the others clearly assumed I'd lost my way.

"Can we help you, young man?" an older woman with hair mostly turned to gray.

"Welcome, Glenn," Mrs. Wellington said. "Ladies, Pastor William has asked us to introduce Mr. Braxton to the good works of our Church." There was a pause.

"Thank you, Mrs. Wellington, but no one alive calls me Glenn anymore, and I'm not old or accomplished enough to be Mr. Braxton – like my Father or Uncle Tim. My teachers call me Zane."

"Oh, you are at the University?" a third woman asked politely. She was asking if I went to the University of Virginia.

"No, I don't go to UV; I go to FFU...it is a long story," I replied with trepidation.

"I have a daughter at Freedom Fellowship," one of the women responded with concern.

"What is her name?" I tried to be polite – what were the odds?

"Pandora Jaspers," Mrs. Jaspers answered.

"Seriously? I've done Handmaiden duty for her, and today I saw her at the Science Club," I sighed with relief.

"What did she have you do?" yet another woman inquired intently.

"I helped her create an umbrella walkway when it was raining so that all the students could get to class without getting soaked," I informed them.

"Have you been to 'camp'?" a sixth woman hinted at something.

"Camp...no, I can't say I've ever been to a camp," I evaded, because I had no idea what they meant.

"That's enough, ladies," Mrs. Wellington said. "We have business to take care of. We can worry about Mr. Braxton's confusion at a later time." Oh...they think I'm gay. Camp = Gay camp where fundamentalists are sure I could be cured of being homosexual. I try not to laugh.

"Mr. Braxton, I want you to sit at the chair there," Mrs. Wellington pointed to a chair away from the table, against the wall. "I want you to take personal notes for the members, things that don't go into the official record. Doreen Saxon," she indicated the gray haired woman "is our secretary. She takes the official notes of the meeting, so pay attention."

The Meeting for the first of September was called to order, the record of attendance including the difficulty of my name – they kept trying to call me Glenn Braxton while I politely asked for Zane. They went with Glenn. The rest of the group worked out like this:

Rochelle Wellington was Chairwoman, Kendra Bainbridge was our Treasurer, and Doreen Saxon was the grey-haired Secretary. The rest of the group consisted of Claire Baker, Theresa Geiger, Columbia Jaspers, Heidi Moulin, and Sahara Penny, the Pastor's wife. 

As the meeting progressed there was little I could do but watch the group dynamics at work. For starters, Bainbridge was at Wellington's throat; they clearly didn't like one another. The other was an oddity; no one interacted with Sahara Penny. I wasn't sure if it was her non-white heritage (Middle Eastern of some sort), her meek nature, or some past sin, but I decided to take advantage of it.

I got up quietly and began walking around the table.

"Glenn," Mrs. Saxon asked, but I ignored her because, damn it, how many times do I have to tell them my name is Zane? I walked over and knelt by Sahara.

"Zane," Mrs. Wellington addressed me, "are you looking for the bathroom?" Bingo!

"No, Mrs. Wellington. I was hoping to get some background information on the current discussions as well as contact information for the group. Since the rest of you are treating Mrs. Penny like she has the plague, I figured she would be the perfect candidate to tell me what is really going on here," I grinned at her. "It is always the quiet ones who know the most."

And everyone stopped talking. Sahara not only looked shocked and frightened to see me, she looked like she wanted to sink under the table when I told the rest of them my reason for being here.

"I assure you, Mr. Braxton, we are fully including Sahara in the process," Mrs. Bainbridge snorted indignantly.

"I will gladly accept your reprimand if you can please tell me the last five words you said to her since I arrived," I requested, with as much innocence as I could beg, borrow, or steal.

"I asked her about the children's clothing for the Nativity this year," Kendra said after a long pause.

"That was Claire, not Sahara," I corrected her. "It is in my notes, but I'm sure Doreen can corroborate my recall of events."

"Well," she said testily, "I'm sure I said something to her." Silence.

"I apologize for disrupting the meeting. I'll crouch here quietly and conference with Sahara while the rest of you complete the business of the day," I told them, then turned back to Sahara. "Now, what the heck is up with the live turkey at the Thanksgiving celebration?"

In the end, I gathered my information, the meeting concluded its business, and the room emptied until it was me, Sahara, Kendra, and Rochelle.

"A Christian gentleman would apologize," Kendra informed me.

"Well, I guess that makes us both poor Christians, because a good Christian woman wouldn't have lied to me," I calmly replied. Kendra gaped like a fish out of water.

"Rochelle!" Kendra snapped to the Committee head.

"Zane, you apologize to Kendra right now," she commanded me, without much passion.

"Kendra Bainbridge, I apologize for my rude and uncalled for behavior," I said with a bow. Neither woman had expected me to fold up like that, so all Kendra could do was huff and storm out of the room.

"Thank you," Sahara whispered, as she touched my hand.

"I don't always know the right side to fight on but it is usually by the side of the person being bullied," I grinned. "It is the Christian thing to do," I added with a wink.

That left me with Rochelle Wellington: MILF, Lance the asshole's Mom, and wife of the Mayor.

She looked like she wanted to stand up but couldn't. Me, I had a Sorority meeting to get to, I missed dinner so I had to grab something first, and why in the hell was I even thinking what I was thinking?  I sat down beside her.

"What's wrong?" I began. She looked at me, tired and somehow forlorn.

"You wouldn't understand, Mr. Braxton...Zane," she sighed.

"Try me; the worst that could happen is, I give the expression that every teenager gives an adult when something important is being said but we are too caught up in our own lives to understand."

"Oh, good point, young man," she sighed, "but I'm afraid I don't have anything even remotely interesting to talk about." I waited patiently. "I'm feeling sorry for myself. My baby is leaving the nest and it has been so long since I've been alone in the house, I don't know what to do with myself."

"Lance is an only child?" I wondered.

"Oh, no, he is the youngest of five," she responded with sadness. My jaw dropped and she stared at me.

"What, did you start having kids when you were ten?" I gawked.

"What?" she sounded confused.

"I have a hard time believing you are forty, much less the mother of five grown children," I stammered. At first Rochelle was embarrassed and a bit uncomfortable, but slowly the compliment seeped its way into her psyche.

"I...I have a home gym," she suggested as an answer.

"Well, whatever you've been doing has worked. Your husband is one lucky guy, and I hope he appreciates you and all you do to look, act, and feel so young," I wowed her.

"I'm not feeling all that young right now," she slipped back into her depression.

"Where does it hurt?" I changed my focus.

"I don't know what you mean?" she asked.

"People keep their stress in different places; the back of the neck, the mid-back, shoulders, or temples," I informed her.

"I'm not comfortable talking with you about that," Mrs. Wellington replied warily.

"Sure," I said popping out of my seat. "I apologize if I crossed any lines," and I made for the door.

"Wait, Zane, I apologize. I'm tired and a bit cranky. I know you didn't mean anything and besides, I'm sure you already have a girlfriend," Rochelle admitted.

"Please don't spread this around, but I have several girlfriends at the moment. They know about each other – I'm not going to lie about my sex life – but they are usually interested in different things," I told her.

"You have...multiple girlfriends...different things? Like what kind of different things?" Rochelle spilled out her confused thoughts. 

"Some women like sexual contact," I related, "while others like romantic time together, and still others want companionship." There was another long pause.

"But you are at Freedom Fellowship University..." she trembled.

"I've never taken a student's virginity, if that's what you are asking," I answered.

"Oh, I understand. I've taught all my children that they should be virgins on their wedding day," Rochelle said with some pride.

"I have to disagree with that," I shocked her, "but that is one of the reasons that women are better than girls."

"And how would you know this?" She now turned in her chair to face me, trying to sound affronted but coming across as deeply curious.

"Uhmmm...I've had sex with girls in their teens and women in their forties, and women know more, pace themselves better, and generally have better bodies," I explained. "Teen girls need a few more years to fill out."



Rochelle was utterly speechless, and part of that had to do with the fact that I was being frank and honest, yet not openly coming on to her.

"You must not think much of me, then," she mused, "teaching my children my views on virginity."

"Where did you get that from? If anything, you are proving yourself to be an intelligent, warm, caring, and compassionate woman and mother...who happens to look like she's less than forty years old," I added. "You did what you thought was right. I can't argue with that."

"Well, good," she replied.

"Now for my part, I was taught that a real man gives his lover multiple orgasms and he should never reach fulfillment before his partner does. Any man who does so is being selfish," I stated.

"How did you come by this...thinking?" she inquired with a small voice.

"Uhmmm...I've had sex around five hundred times with thirty different partners," I told her, "so I've not only learned from very good teachers, I've field tested their ideas."

"How can you possibly consider yourself a good Christian, Zane?" she accused me.

"Compassion, respect for all living things, and forgiveness – that's what I believe in and what Christianity stands for in my eyes," I explained.

"The Bible is clear on sex and the sanctity of the marriage bed," Rochelle insisted.

"Mrs. Wellington, everything after the death of Jesus is conjecture. We both accept that Jesus was the Son of God, but after he dies, who is to say who was being touched by the Divine, who was building on JC's teachings, and who was simply making stuff up," I held up my hand to stop Rochelle's protest.

"The Catholics have a thousand Saints, most of whom we don't hold to be divinely inspired. You chose to believe that virginity is a girl's sacred duty, but I don't recall Christ saying anything on the subject. You can certainly quote later Gospels or the Old Testament, but that makes it your choice, not the Word of God," I finished up. Another long pause followed.

"I keep my stress in the top of my shoulders," she suddenly said. I stood up and moved behind her, deciding to not question her changing opinion of me.

"It helps if you take off your jacket," I suggested, then helped her shimmy out of it. She tensed up as my hands weighed down lightly on her shoulders so I kept my touch gentle.

Two minutes into the massage, I began squeezing harder and harder, moving my palms back and forth over her bra straps from upper arm to neck.

"Rochelle," I whispered into her ear, "I am going to rotate your shoulders." I rolled over each shoulder one at a time but when I finished, I pushed her slowly forward until she was resting her elbows on the table and held her head on her upturned hands. 

When I went back to the massage, I worked her over harder and extended my reach from her mid-back to neck. This was clearly a case of begging forgiveness instead of asking permission. I took my time, relaxing her to a completely detached state. When I brought her back to reality, I was kneeling beside her and tapping her on the arm.

"Rochelle? Are you okay," I asked in a gentle, caring voice. Dreamily, she turned her head from its resting place on her arms to look at my eyes straight-on and mere inches away.

"What...huh?" she muttered.

"How do the shoulders feel? Has your stress gone away?" I inquired.

"Yes, yes," she popped up, alert once more. "It feels really good, in fact. I haven't felt this way in years," she added with a smile.

"I think it is time for us to go," I suggested. "Can I help you with your jacket?"

"Of course," she nodded. "Thank you for helping an old lady out." I held it while she put in one arm after the other but when I settled it on her shoulders, I stepped in and held her there for a moment while I pressed myself against her so she could feel how I felt about 'old ladies'.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 11



Rochelle froze when she felt my cock, rigid in my slacks, pressed against her ass. I was unsure if I'd gone too far when she pushed ever so slightly against me.

"I've got to be going. I will see you on Sunday but I'm home all weekend with one of my girlfriends in case you need me," I informed her.



I slipped out before she could respond because not only did I have a Sorority function to attend, I also needed to figure out where I could score some Viagra because I clearly had no common sense where sex was concerned. Besides, Sahara was obviously in need of attention because Pastor Bill wasn't giving it to her, and Bainbridge was lashing out due to years of sexual frustration – I repeat: I have no common sense.



Every One Like a Fingerprint to Me



When I was racing to get to the Kappa Sigma House, I hardly expected to be met by one of their pledges and absolutely no one else. After I sat down in the den and the pledge, Tina, got me a soda from the kitchen, we found ourselves staring at one another.

"So, I'm here on the correct night; right?" I asked.

"Yes, you are, Zane," she bubbled with anticipation.

"Where is everybody?" I prodded her.

"They are taking care of Sorority business but they will come get us when they are ready," she grinned. I knew I was missing something but I didn't know what it was.

"Is it hot in here?" I wondered.

"Yes," Tina said after a bit of concentration.

"Tina, can I have some Advil? I'm getting a headache," I yawned.

"Okay," Tina responded, still happy...and still sitting down.

"Ah, fuck...you drugged me, didn't you?" I groaned. I doubted I could still stand and then proved my doubts as I slid off the chair. "Damn," I slurred. Tina walked over to me, took my drink away, and gently maneuvered my body to the floor.

"If it is any consolation, I was selected as the pledge most likely to seduce you," she stated with real sympathy. I might have smiled at her, I wasn't sure, but I definitely passed out.



Cough! Someone plunged cleaning detergent underneath my nose and fired me back to consciousness. Holy Mother of God...I'm cold, my wrists and ankles hurt, I'm outdoors in the woods illuminated by torches and surrounded in a semi-circle of bare-footed figures in ankle long brown robes and black hoods.

I was cold because I was naked and my limbs hurt because I was suspended on a cross – not a 'T' cross but an 'X' cross. I certainly know some kinky, fucked-up people.

"Zane," a modulated voice addressed me, "you are on trial before Kappa Sigma for your treatment of one of our sisters. You have abused the trust of one sister by seeking romantic relations with another. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"If the question is that I had relations with Leigh, then had a similar encounter with Paris, then I confess. In my defense, I never sought to deceive either one and will make amends if permitted," I promised.

"Sisters, we have heard his defense. Will any of you vote in his behalf?" she intoned. No one stepped forward.

"Zane, we will give you one chance to save yourself. If you fail, you will be shaved bald and painted in a permanent purple dye." I assume that means seven days on human skin. "If you can pick out the woman you have wronged, beg her forgiveness, and are forgiven, you will go free." I was getting pretty nervous since they were all totally covered except for their toes when the 'leader' nodded and the girls all opened their robes to reveal string bikinis in a variety of colors.

Their faces were still covered, though that wasn't really a problem for me anymore.

"Choose Leigh and Paris, beg their forgiveness, and you may be pardoned," the 'leader' commanded.

"That's not fair," I answered right back, "because they are not before me now."

"Think carefully," the girl with the modulated voice cautioned me.

"No, seriously; I'm looking at Josephine, Maria, Cynthia, Sarah, Ferrara, Petra, Yvette, Tawny, Jersey, and Monique," I named them left to right.

"What?" Sarah gasped to her assembled sisters. "Do we have name tags on?"

Behind me, I heard snickers turn into giggles...Leigh and Paris. Tawny stepped forward.

"How did you know?" she inquired, clearly not the girl with the modulated voice.

"Ah...Josephine has a birthmark on her ankle, Maria has the darkest skin tone, and Cynthia's breasts don't angle down the middle or to the side but somewhere in the middle."

"Sarah has slender thighs and her calves curve just so below the knee; Ferrara always paints her nails in these crazy patterns; Petra scrapped her knee backpacking two weekends ago; Yvette...has that tattoo over her right nipple; Tawny, you have a slender neck, a...38C chest, and a strong swell from your waist to your hips; Jersey is the tallest and has that scar she got in a boating accident in high school; and finally, Monique has the perkiest nipples and the most slender calves," I recited.

Man, even the crickets went quiet after that.

"Zane, did anyone help you with this test?" Tawny finally asked.

"Nope."

"How could they?" Leigh came to my defense. "You didn't make the line-up until thirty minutes ago."

"Jersey, go check his phone log," Tawny directed her sister.

"I'm getting really cold," I whispered to Leigh. She looked from my eyes to my waist with sympathy. Jersey walked out of the light but quickly returned with my phone.

"His last call was at 2:10 p.m. but he did have a data download at 6:45...it seems to be a bunch of women's names and phone numbers," Jersey relayed the information to them.

"It is my church group, I swear. Honestly, they are all married women in the Festivities Committee that bastard of a pastor assigned me to," I pleaded.

"No phone calls?" Tawny persisted.

"No phone calls," Jersey confirmed.

"Okay, Zane, how did you know who we were with our faces concealed?" Tawny wondered.

"Is that a serious question?" The deafening pause was its own answer. "You are women; I pay attention to women and to me, each female form is as exacting as a fingerprint. Until now I thought all of this was a joke," I related. "I mean, if you wanted to scare me, you would have given me something difficult to figure out."

"And you picked all this up at one party?" Tawny sounded bewildered.

"Have I mentioned how much I like women?" I reminded her.

"But you brought twenty women with you; you always had a woman by your side. How?" Tawny still struggled to understand.

"I repeat: have I mentioned how much I like women? I see nothing wrong with being with one woman and looking at others, but I believe it is wrong to be with one woman and thinking about someone else," I explained. "You should always appreciate the one you are with."

"Mmmm...does any sister believe Zane has earned a reprieve?"

For two seconds no one reacted, then Jersey stepped forward.

"He knew about my scar," was her excuse. Five more stepped forward right after that and all had done so by the tenth second.

"Very well Zane, you are forgiven," Tawny announced. Yay, me! "But I have one other issue to address. Zane, I can't have you cutting a swath through my girls so I'm going to demand that you stick to one and only one Kappa Sigma per semester." I stared at her until she finally had to question me. "What?"

"I wish you would stop treating me like a child," I chuckled.

"What makes you think I'm not being serious?" Tawny growled.

"We've kissed. You can tell a lot about a person in the way they kiss, and you are very caring and thoughtful," I told her. "Why would I be out here in the woods naked if I didn't trust you?"

"You kissed him!" yelped Leigh. Tawny smirked as she looked at her.

"You left me alone with a naked Zane in your room; he looked cold and lonely," she told Leigh. I was cold and lonely because Tawny tossed Leigh out of her own room and then wouldn't let me get dressed...but only Tawny, Christina, and I knew that.

"Besides, Zane, you are naked in these woods because we tricked you into our house and spiked your drink," Tawny pointed out.

"Ah, but would I have been dumb enough to take that drink if I hadn't first trusted you enough to show up...wait, that didn't come out right," I mumbled.

"Are you agreeing to my terms?" Tawny teased.

"Nope. I prefer to hold to the illusion I'm living in the Free World," I declared. "You can certainly tell your sisters what to do because they volunteered for this but I only hang out here because all of you have been so nice to me. If I've been a poor guest, I'll just leave, because I'm not going to pretend I like one sister less than another."

"Zane, you are deep in the woods, tied to a cross, and the only people who know you are here are all bound by Sacred Oaths of Sisterhood, Blood, and Secrecy," Tawny stated sweetly, as she came up and stroked my cheek. "You aren't in the best place to be dumping us."

"Good point," I agreed defiantly. "Maybe I should wait to get on my high horse when I can actually get on a high horse, but I'm still not going to take it back."

"We could always keep him in our secret basement," Monique suggested. When everyone looked at her she added, "Hey, he liked my nipples. Finding a guy who is good with nipples isn't as easy as you would think." Huh...what? I had a definite feeling I was losing control of events.

"You have a secret basement?" I gulped. "I didn't know you had a secret basement."

"Well, duh," Paris snickered. "It wouldn't be much of a secret if you knew about it."

"We are not keeping Zane chained up for our amusement," Tawny warned the girls. "We specifically changed the Charter back in '02 so that we can no longer keep men on the premises for more than forty-eight hours." Yay?

"We also can't leave him here," Tawny continued. "I'm sure Christina will have search parties out looking for you before sunrise."

"I'll stay out here and stand guard over him," Leigh volunteered.

"No," Tawny scolded Leigh. "We can't let him get fucked to death either." Leigh looked truly heartbroken.

"I think we have to let Zane get off this time," Tawny sighed.

"I was trying to get him off," Leigh grumbled.

"Give it a rest, Leigh," Tawny demanded. "Paris, give our guest something to drink so we can wrap this up." Paris disappeared behind me, then reappeared with a glass of water.

"Drink up," she smiled beatifically.

"Just promise me I'm not going to wake up in some landfill or tied to a lamppost somewhere public," I groaned.

"Drink it down right now and you might wake up next to me," Tawny challenged. Needless to say, I drank and quickly...because I'm an idiot who keeps too much blood in the wrong head.

When I woke up, I was back in the Sorority house with a different sweet pledge smiling at me and that smell of ammonia in my nostrils. She handed me a folded piece of paper.

I said 'you MIGHT wake up next to me' the paper read. 'P.S. See you and the Ladies at our Halloween Bash.'

"What's your name?" I asked the pledge. This time the home was filled with the noises of occupancy.

"Larissa," she giggled. "So, are you Leigh's boyfriend?"

"Ah, no; I'm community property; the other sisters hand me around like a box of chocolates," I joked.

"Really! That is so great," she bubbled with excitement. "I can't wait until I get initiated. I want you to make me scream the way you had Leigh singing." Does no one get my jokes?

"Larissa, I am sure you will pass your initiation – no sweat," I told her as I stood up, feeling a bit drunk. Larissa walked with me to the door and gave me a quick peck on the cheek as I turned to head for my car. I made it to campus with seconds to spare. The crawl up to the Solarium was done in relative quiet, though Barbie Lynn decided to sample my tonsils before letting me up.

Not two steps inside the door my phone rang.

"Hello, is this Zane Braxton?" this familiar voice greeted me.

"That would be me. What can I do for you this night?" I responded.

"This is Felicity Tolliver. I wanted you to know that I had dinner with Rochelle Wellington tonight and I think having you on her committee has really improved her mood," she informed me.

I reached the top of the landing and nearly dropped the phone. Iona sat nervously on my bed...which she had made up because I never do it that well. She was wearing lingerie that definitely made her whole form much more feminine.

"Felicity, Rochelle and I talked mostly, plus I showed her some techniques to help alleviate stress," I related, "but you can tell her it was a pleasure to work with such a vibrant and beautiful woman. You two are a lot alike."

There was a pause, then,

"I'll tell her that," Felicity said.

"I will be at my home in case she needs something this weekend. I would like to see both of you, as would my Aunt," I offered.

"That would be nice," she sounded upbeat.

"We could also discuss getting some FFU girls coming over to your place and the workshops you could teach on campus in October and November," I suggested.

"That sounds great too," Felicity agreed. "I would like to spend some time at FFU and having some girls know where Lance's house is would be nice. When do you want to meet?"

"How about after dinner – say 8:00 o'clock?" I suggested. "You can bring Lance."

"After dinner is fine but Lance has a church workshop on Saturday nights," Felicity sighed. Oh hell, does this woman even get taken to first base? "He's always so busy with his fraternity at school, the Young Christian Men's Republican caucus, and the Christian Men's League at church." Does this guy spend any time with women at all?

"Consider it a date," I replied. "Now I have a very good reason to go to bed, so good night."

"Good night," she parted in a friendly manner, which allowed me to hang up and start undressing as I approached the bed. I looked down at my bed buddy once I'd stripped down to nothing.

"You look lovely, Iona," I greeted her. "What do you want to do?"

"I'll do whatever you want," Iona said with a tremor in her voice, looking down at her lap. She looked stunning in her burgundy bra and panties, which were far more lace than substance. I felt the hand of...Christina (?) in all this.

"Thank you, Iona. What I really want is to lie down, you beside me so that I can look into your eyes and gently trace lines along your body, and then I want to go to sleep with you in my arms. That's what I really want."

"Really?" she perked up in surprise and relief. I crawled under the covers, holding them open so she could join me.

"I like this a lot," she murmured, as she settled in at my side, snug in the covers. I shifted to my side and cupped her chin before exchanging several soft kisses with her. Afterwards, I did as I told her I would; my hand caressed her body, avoiding nipples and pussy but doing my best to get everywhere else. I elicited sensual moans and ticklish giggles.

When I had forced her to push me off so she could catch her breath, I felt I had given Iona what she wanted, and more importantly, what she could live with. I sat back and stared at the Moon through my glass roof. Iona's smiling face slowly invaded my view.

"I give up, Iona," I pleaded. "Right now I want some sleep."

"That's okay. I will sit here and watch over you," she sighed.

"That's...that's a little creepy, actually," I confessed.

"I've watched all of the Twilight movies so I know what secretive romances are all about," Iona explained.



Unfortunately, I knew little of the Twilight series of movies. I knew it involved vampires and werewolves and some chick named Bella but I'd never actually seen any of that. Had I known it involved a 100-year-old vampire breaking into some teenager's room and staring down at her while she slept, I would have been much more concerned, but for now I went to sleep.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 12



*Wakefulness is a race we cannot not win; Sleep is remorseless as all salvation should be*

(Once more, to Frontma for coming through for me)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)



I woke up to every heterosexual teenage boy's second favorite dream (the first being a morning blowjob) of a perfume-scented head resting on each shoulder as you wake. There were the tiny complications of only having gone to bed with one woman and that, by their breathing, I could tell they were both awake.

"Good morning," I said cautiously; technically morning since it was 5:00 a.m.

"Good morning, Zane," Iona and Barbie Lynn greeted me. They both ran hands over my chest, though they gave a sudden jolt when their hands touched. I had one arm around Iona and I used that to give her a hug.  My other arm was pinned by my side by Barbie Lynn's body.

I gave Barbie's thigh a squeeze and she wiggled in response.

"Okay, Barbie Lynn, this is Iona's night, so what are you doing here?" I scolded my blonde nymph.

"I'm sorry," Barbie demurred then looked to Iona and repeated the "I'm sorry."

"I understand," Iona replied, hesitating before saying after further introspection as she snuggled in, "I want to wake up this way every morning too. I like the way he smells and the way he makes me feel all warm inside...and now you owe me a night...to be shared," she stated hopefully.

"One of these days I'm going to get a say in how I spend my free time," I griped. Iona looked hurt but Barbie Lynn merely sneered.

"Don't you worry none, Iona. Zane, if you could wake up next to myself and Iona tomorrow morning, would you?" she drawled like sweet molasses.

"Yes," I grumbled petulantly, "but I'd still like to talk about it."

"Trust us, Suga, we know what's best for you and what you want. Just let us girls take care of you and you take care of all the Man Stuff."

"We'll take good care of you," Iona dog-piled on, but in a nice way.

"If it makes you feel better, you can punish us," Barbie Lynn offered. "We've been bad."

"Huh?" Iona and I questioned. Barbie flipped over and wiggled her ass against me.

"Good point. You two get to the foot of the bed, facing away from me – now!" I demanded.

"Why me?" Iona honestly worried. "What did I do wrong?"

"Do it, Iona. This is virtually a rite of passage," Barbie Lynn lied to her.

"No, it is not, and if you don't want to do it, you don't have to," I told her. She didn't know what I was going to do and she clearly was scared, but when Barbie Lynn crawled out from under the covers and moved to the foot of the bed, resting on all fours, ass toward me, she followed suit.

"If Barbie Lynn is going to do this," she muttered, "then so am I."

I followed them, positioning myself between their calves and massaging their butt cheeks lightly. Barbie shifted back and forth in anticipation; Iona couldn't de-tense. SMACK!

"Oh, Yes!" Barbie Lynn yelped, then playfully wiggled her other, unmarked cheek within reach.

"I've been really bad!" she chirped cheerfully.

"No! Bad Girl," I shook my finger at her. "I'm starting to believe you aren't learning your lesson." We both knew that spanking Barbie was like throwing gasoline on a fire. Unfortunately, my purpose right now was to get them both back to their rooms, not work off my morning arousal.

I moved behind Iona and forced her legs apart. She was clearly uncomfortable when I put a hand on each hip and slowly rocked her back and forth. Barbie Lynn sat back and watched with an enchanting glow highlighting her features; clever, intuitive, and lovely all at once. I settled my body onto Iona's back, my hard-on pressing into her ass cleft and one hand rubbing her stomach.

"Zane?" Iona whispered in a scared little girl voice.

"Yes," I answered, while kissing her along her shoulder ridge.

"You...you didn't do this to Barbie Lynn," she choked out.

"Do you want me to treat you as if you were another woman?" I continued, brushing her hair to one side so I could tease her neck with my lips. That got her to finally relax.

"No," she gasped.

"Iona, you explaining sex to Zane is like a bobcat telling a wolf how to hunt deer," Barbie Lynn teased Iona. "He gets to know you, what you like, and what you want, even if you don't know what that is."

I spent another two minutes giving Iona a sensual massage, rubbing her upper arms, down along her sides, then tracing the lines of her panties before finishing with her inner thighs. Smack!

"Oh," Iona gasped from the light impact.

"Why didn't you spank me as hard as you spanked Barbie Lynn?" she wondered.

"Did you want me to leave a handprint on your butt?" I asked.

"No...I guess not," Iona admitted. "Can you answer me something?"

"I'll try," I replied.

"Why do you have those marks on your wrists and ankles?" She inquired. The room was dark so Barbie Lynn hadn't seen my little gift from the Kappa Sig's until Iona showed her what to look for.

"Zane?" Barbie Lynn demanded to know, her persona going from sensual lover to protective Dorm Mother.

"Let's not get into this right now," I sighed. They looked past me to one another but thankfully respected the peace I had requested. Had they not left together, huddled in quiet conversation, I would have been happier, but I had to be satisfied with fifteen more minutes of sleep instead. By the time I made it to the shower, everyone already knew not to ask – they were already seeking answers on their own.

Getting to breakfast involved a play-debate where I had to be the 'Bad Guy,' aka the Liberal, Baby-killing, Godless Democrat, while my mistress of the moment was the heroic Republican. I graciously allowed her to trounce me, to the cheers of my fellow classmates, when I declared that all churches should be converted to homes for unwed mothers and that church-endorsed marriage should be banned for not accepting homosexuality. Did I know my audience or what?



NEVER A SIMPLE MORNING



I love women, even though they will surely be the death of me. Case in point: breakfast.

I'm about to sit down with my normal companions (Rio and Iona) when a blur shoves Rio aside and takes a seat next to me.

"Zane, I've been going over the books in the school library and some..." Raven began.

"Bitch, you did not just bump me and steal my seat," Rio seethed. Raven looked over her shoulder at Rio.

"We are not in kindergarten anymore. Grown-ups chose their own seat," Raven lectured.

"Wait!" I cried out to forestall Rio's pelting Raven with the contents of her food tray.

Rio gave me barely enough time to twist my tray sideways, half-stand, and pull the Hellion onto my lap. I wouldn't displace Iona and that was the only place in this section of the table for her to sit.

"Nice hood ornament," Raven smirked.

"You and me are far from done," Rio snarled.

"What, you don't know what 'ornament' means so you opt for something out of 'Goodfellas'?" Raven taunted.

"Stop!" I barked. "Rio – Raven, Raven – Rio; Rio is my twin-soul and Raven is going to help me get through English this semester so for my sake, would you both please play nice?"

Neither girl would budge so I took the initiative.

"Raven, I think we can get access to the libraries at UV and George Mason; I'm sure they have tons more material for us to use," I offered.

"How are you going to manage that?" Raven was skeptical.

"Yeah, Brainiac," Rio parroted. "How are you going to do that?"

"I'll have one of the Sorority sisters help me with UV and we'll have Iona hack Lance Wellington's password from his phone," I explained. "That will get us into Mason."

"Only an idiot would store their password on a portable storage device," Raven stated with confidence. "Someone smart enough to get into George Mason wouldn't do that."

"Ha, ha, ha," Rio laughed. "Raven, there are smarts, then there are real smarts. Any knucklehead can crack some books and get into a law school but it takes an adult to know when the rules do and don't apply."

"That makes no sense," Raven stated with authority.

"Raven, would you even consider trying to access UV or George Mason?" I asked.

"No," she admitted, "because we don't go there."

"Men build fortresses to be impregnable; God inspires men to storm them anyway," I replied.

"Which translates as, 'if Zane says he's going to get something for you, he'll do it," Rio said.

"Okay," Raven mulled it over, then, "So, Zane, how did you get those rope burns on your wrists?"

"Yeah, Zane, how did you get those marks on your wrists and ankles?" Rio inquired devilishly. I stole an accusatory look at Iona for ratting me out about my ankles.

"I went over to the Kappa Sigma House; they drugged me, took me out into the woods, performed unspeakable acts on my person, bound me to them with unbreakable oaths, drugged me again, and took me back to wake up once more at the house," I confessed.

"Seriously, if you don't want to tell us what happened, you don't need to make something up," Raven lectured me.

"Raven, if it was anyone else but Zane, I'd agree with you," Rio grudgingly admitted to Raven, "but in his case...well, this kind of crap happens to him all the time."

"Mr. Braxton," Coach Dana Gorman grumbled, "you have a student sitting in your lap...and you are not eating your breakfast."

"Oh, Coach," giggled Rio in a far-too-schoolgirl-ish manner, "I just learned that Zane and I are pregnant and that we are having twins!" My heart dropped through my guts and I didn't want to look at how much attention we had garnered.

"Not even remotely funny, Ms. Talon," Dana replied dryly. "You two haven't been here long enough for you to know if he got you pregnant – not that you can get pregnant – and it would definitely be too soon to know you had twins." I am not sure what happened next but somehow I managed to stand while not dumping Rio on her butt and wound up face to face with the coach.

"You had no right," I seethed quietly at Dana, "to publically talk about that."

"Stand down," she snarled right back.

"If she so much as sheds a tear, I will break you," I pledged, as I shifted into my fighting stance. Dana mirrored me, not about to back down.

"I'm fine, Zane," Rio said as she put a hand on my arm. "She's still angry that I turned down her lesbian advances."

"I did no such thing," Gorman stated evenly.

"So if we search your residence, we aren't going to find that banana shaped strap-on you tried to use on me?" Rio challenged the coach as she moved to my side.

"I possess no such item," Dana shot back.

"Well, we can always have a group of teachers check your place to verify my claims," Rio threatened.

"Sit down and eat your breakfasts," the coach commanded, then she stepped back and walked away. We did as instructed because chasing her down didn't seem prudent.

"How did you know she had a banana...thing in her quarters?" Raven inquired.

"Not a clue," Rio said from my lap, "but any girl that aggressive either has a boyfriend or some serious sexual aids. If she had a man, we would know about it, so she's got toys."

"And if her place gets searched, she is shamed by the discovery of her...equipment," Iona said.

"With all this craziness, how do you three ever get studying done?" Raven wondered.

"I do study," Iona stated.

"I plan to buy my grades," Rio grinned.

"I forgo sleep," I added. Privately, I was thankful that no one went near Rio's pregnancy issue. It was nobody's business, and I could deal without making a fool of myself again.

With breakfast finished, Rio headed off to find and torture Mercy, but I saw her get picked off by a senior named Anastasia. I was heading to meet with a junior named Natalie when Christina and company closed in around me.

"Who is your little friend?" Heaven said with a twinge of jealousy. Raven didn't answer the question, instead turning on me with some anger.

"You are like a dang magnet," she growled. "Do they text each other when you are leaving?"

"Yes, we do," Hope answered sternly.

"Gang, this is Raven Thorpe," I started, "and ..."

"Carry my books, freshman," Heaven demanded. Without waiting for a reply, she slammed her bag into Raven's chest.

"...and she is helping me with my English term project. She doesn't like me and is only working with me because she was one of the three that refused when Ms. Goodswell requested volunteers," I got out.

"What happened to the other two?" Chastity questioned.

"They claimed to be afraid that Zane would sexually molest them once alone...an excuse I think I should have used now that I've come to know him," Raven told them. Heaven was about to unleash her famous fury on Raven when Christina stayed her with a hand.

"Raven, have you ever seen Zane treat a woman badly?" Christina asked.

"Not directly. But last night he was at a Sorority house, and it is known he has a girl in his bed every night," Raven stated.

"Oh, that reminds me," I interjected, "Tawny says we are good with Kappa Sigma and that we are all invited back for their Halloween bash."

"Don't worry about a thing, Zane; I'll talk to Tawny about getting ten girls to help her set up and deal with the costuming," Christina informed me. "Raven do you know of any girl who hasn't wanted to be with him at night?"

"If Zane was a female student who had males in her room every night, none of us would talk to her," Raven stated.

"Even if she kept her virginity and never took the virginity of another?" Chastity asked.

"Do you seriously believe Zane doesn't have sex with most, if not all, of the women he hooks up with?" Raven countered.

"Iona," Christina demanded, "how many times have you gone to bed with Zane and have you lost your virginity?" Iona was shocked but finally managed to form words.

"Twice," she said sheepishly, "but I'm still a virgin and he's never tried to be anything but a gentle...lover. I feel completely safe with him."

"If it is his long-term plan to steal your virginity, you are falling right into his trap," Raven pointed out.

That brought some chuckles.

"Zane...long-term plan...he, he, he, he," Chastity lost it. "Zane's been accused of many things but over-thinking a situation isn't one of them," she told Raven.

"We like Zane a lot," Hope went on, "but he's sort of a nut."

"Last week we were trying to drive him out of school," Christina enlightened my English partner, "and on that Saturday we are at a party he invited us to off-campus. That is because Zane doesn't obsess on the past or worry too much about the future."

"And we all had a great time at the party, I might add," Heaven got her licks in.

"How is he going to have a future if he doesn't plan?" Raven persistently countered.

"Have you ever read his notes?" Iona asked.

"No," Raven admitted.

"He has a great memory and takes detailed notes – sometimes too detailed," Iona turned to me in a somewhat scolding manner. "Like sketches of the underwear Seraphina was wearing in Biology class."

"How do you know what type of underwear she has on?" Raven looked at me puzzled. I had no good answer to that that one so I decided to see what creatures I could make out of the clouds overhead.

"That little cunt flashes him," Heaven rumbled. I took a deep breath.

"To be honest, she actually hikes her skirt all the way up," I said warily – Heaven being a minefield, "but that's only because class is so boring. We also exchange notes on how to learn something besides creationism since we both plan to be doctors someday."

"Zane, what do you show her?" Christina grinned but in a friendly way. I was so hanging myself right at that moment, I simply couldn't outrun all of them.

"We occasionally sneak out to the bathroom during class and make out," I confessed.

"How do you sneak out during class?" Raven inquired.

"I have to go to the bathroom and I can't remember where it is so she guides me," I explained.

"Zane, it is three doors down from your classroom; how can you not know where it is?" Iona sounded bewildered.

"Our professor gives me a hall pass and he is rather forgetful," I related.

"So, how far did you go with her?" Heaven inquired sweetly. There was no good answer that would keep me out of trouble.

"I never kiss and tell," I evaded.

"I'll ask her when the Bible Study Team meets," Christina announced.

"Or I can ask her when the Debate Team meets," Raven added.

"Or I could make a break for the wall and make all this speculation irrelevant," I suggested.

"Not before we get our Date Night out of you," Hope warned me.

"Absolutely," Chastity said. "Hope and I have bought new dresses we want to try out on the World."

"Is there any woman he's not dating?" Raven wondered.

"I'm not dating you," I answered.

"And why is that?" Faith asked. Raven looked at me.

"Why couldn't I be addicted to something safe like prescription drugs?  They don't talk back or ask embarrassing questions," I muttered.

"What was that?" Christina teased me.

"I haven't had the impression that Raven wants to spend that kind of time with me. She wants me to help her pass our class, so that's what I'm going to do," I explained.

"So if I wanted you to have sex with me, you would?" Raven requested to know.

"Nope; you are too tightly wound right now. Let's get some academic success under your belt and see what's what," I explained. "Outside of that, I find smart to be sexy."

"Zane is not going to abuse you, Raven...unless you ambush him in his bedroom," Christina said.

"Evidence suggests being naked in his bed helps," Iona related in a clinical manner.

"Oh, look!" I exclaimed. "I'm at my class now so I'm going to run away and leave the rest of you to torture me at your leisure."

"I'll see you at lunch," Christina reminded me.

"Uhmmm...okay?" I shrugged then slipped into my class before more could be said. I had a plan, and it was complex and hare-brained because that's when I was at my best. I even let the word get out that I was up to something but only one person knew what that was – except those bitches who kept hacking my system might have a clue as well.

When I slipped back into psychology class at 11:40, my teacher, Ms. Vincent, gave me this slightly curious and very disapproving glance. When class was dismissed, she called me over.

"This get-up has a purpose, Mr. Braxton?" she glared.

"Yes, ma'am!" I responded cheerfully.

"You should be in your class uniform," she reminded me.

"Yes, ma'am, I know, but there are special circumstances," I replied nicely.

"Handmaiden's Duty?" she guessed correctly. I nodded in response. "Very well, get out of here and try to remember the proper dress code next time." One more nod and I was out the door.

As I raced off in an intercept course, I made a few calls to set things in motion. Iona was a little put out that I hadn't briefed her on my plan but she wasn't the best at keeping secrets so I would deal with her later when things made sense. By the time the files loaded and the extra participants enlisted, I stood before Christina.

Christina stood there for a second, as did her crew. I was dressed all in white, from jacket to shoes, except for a thin black tie, hardly the school uniform.

"I was thinking about what to do with you," Christina began telling me, "but I have a feeling you have something planned out."

"Yes, I do," I grinned. "Ladies, check your tablets; I've downloaded an audio-file. If you can all start it at the same time, I can begin."

"Let me get this straight: you have background music and a costume...all for your Handmaiden's Duty with me?" Christina marveled. "I don't think you understand what this tradition is all about."

"I don't know," Heaven interceded, "he seems to have worked his heart out to pull this off."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 12



"How do we work synching the audio?" Hope asked.

"The first one to activate the file, activates it for all the systems," I informed them.

"What is on the file?" Faith inquired.

"It is a song, but it would ruin the surprise to say more," I answered.

"I'm in," Chastity smiled with anticipation.

"What do I need to do?" Christina inquired.

"Not ask me to stop," I begged.

"Oh, damn," Heaven groaned. By this time, over two dozen people had gathered around.

"Have I missed anything?" Rio gasped, nearly out of breath. "I hear Zane is going to make a total ass of himself and I don't want to miss a second of it."

"Do you know what he's about to do?" Heaven prodded Rio.

"No, which is why this should be an epic fail," she laughed. I rolled my eyes.

"Can we begin now?" I suggested. Chastity nodded and hit play. A few of the gathering knew the beat so they had a few seconds to be utterly aghast at what I was perpetrating before the first words left my lips.

Now, if you don't know Usher's Scream, you might want to listen to it to have a reference to what I was serenading Christina with. Those words, belted out on a Christian Girl's campus, certainly had an impact. Somewhere about the thirtieth second, most of the girls had their 'Oh, My God' moment as I was verbally molesting Christina in public.

I wasn't done, either. When the music began, Christina began walking toward the Dining Hall. I kept pace, doing my best Usher-moves while propositioning Christina in a very pornographic style. At first she was embarrassed, but as we progressed, I caught sight of a smile on her lips and she would brush her chest against me when I'd place myself in her path (reference the song).

We finished at the steps to the Dining Hall. I wasn't sure when we had gathered the audience but we had. I was panting and looking to Christina for approval.

"I'm not disappointed," she informed me.

"Not disappointed?" Iona gasped angrily. "He's been working on that all week long."

"And I'm sure it was a strain on his attention span," Christina replied to Iona in a condescending manner, but she was studying me and my reactions.

"Don't sweat it, Iona," I smiled to my friend, "She's saving up all that happiness for our wedding night."

"Mr. Braxton, do I even need to tell you what you've done wrong?" Dr. Topaz Larson said. She had slowly parted the crowd to get to me.

"Well, if you could please put it in order of magnitude, I'd appreciate it," I sighed.

"Propositioning another student for sexual favors, playing music at an unacceptable volume, and being out of school uniform while on campus without prior permission," she related to me.

"Well, when you put it like that, I've really messed up, haven't I?" I shrugged.

"It was my fault," Christina chimed in. "I had him do this for Handmaiden's Duty. I wanted to exhibit the degrading and corrosive aspects of popular music on today's Christian culture."

"Yes...I'm sure we all feel so...degraded," Topaz joked. "Would someone get him in the right clothes before lunch ends? Promise me."

"I'll see to it personally," Christina assured the teacher. 

No sooner had Topaz departed than Rio threw herself at my feet. "Marry me, please!" Rio cried out. "I'm never going to find anyone else as fucked up as you."

"Thanks, but I know you only want me for my body," I joked right back.

"It certainly isn't for your dance moves," she grinned.

"He's quite a nice dancer," Christina stated.

"Oh, come on," Rio complained, "He has all the grace of a baboon having an epileptic seizure."

"We had better help him out, then," Cordelia stated in a manner I found to be suspicious. Where had she come from? "He's going to need all his best moves come Spring Break."

"It is one night," I shrugged. "How hard could it be?"

"Oh...we'll see," Cordelia smirked, then sashayed past us toward the food line.

"I don't like the sound of that," Chastity worried.

"Worry later; right now we need to get some food, then go back and get Zane dressed," Christina directed.

"I can help with that," Heaven volunteered, immediately happily followed by...

"I can dress myself," I muttered.

"Zane, we aren't worried about you; we are worried about someone waiting in ambush," Chastity reminded me. "That lock on your door doesn't seem to work all that well."

"Hey, your lawyer cancelled for today," Iona read off her phone – she was my schedule planner.

"Damn," I grumbled. I was looking forward to further...consultations.

"Zane, you are probably the only man I've ever heard upset over missing a mandatory legal meeting," Christina noted.

"God damn it, Zane!" Rio mocked me, "Is no one safe?"

"For the love of God, just take me back to my place so I can throw myself off the roof," I groaned.

"First we feed you and then we let you kill yourself," Christina directed. Sadly, she didn't follow through on that because I still live.



KNOWN BY THE COMPANY OF THE WOMEN I KEEP



A note to all guys: if a girl/girls ask you to pick any movie you want, then gives you a suggestion, you cannot win. In this case, Chastity and Hope were 'curious' what the movie The Loved Ones was like but I could chose whatever I wanted. I wisely chose The Loved Ones. For those who don't know, it is about a completely insane girl with too much money and a deep obsession with some poor schmuck.

My two dates, the Archery Goddess and She Who Can Kill You from 500 Meters, found the movie side-splitting and couldn't fathom why I was somewhat horrified through most of it. For me, the moral of the story seemed to be never saying no to a girl. I had a feeling I was being trained.

We were chatting it up when Chastity reminded me,

"Zane, don't forget we have our first Soccer game on Saturday morning."

I noticed two cute girls about our age angling in right after she said that.

"Hey," the cheerful, slender girl with the shoulder length dirty-blonde hair said, "You are 'that' guy, aren't you?"

"That guy?" Hope interjected suspiciously.

"That Zane guy from the video," the new girl explained. "Zzzaannnneeee," she moaned sensually. Oh...yay. No one said anything for five seconds, then both Hope and Chastity started laughing uproariously.

"Yes, that would be me," I confessed. "Are you at UV, girls?" They were: Erin – PoliSci and Gerry – Business.

"Are your dates Kappa Sigma's?" Erin asked.

"Oh, God, no," Hope chuckled. "We are at FFU. So is Zane, but that's a long story."

"Are you his real girlfriends?" Gerry, a shorter, stout girl with short black hair inquired.

"It doesn't work that way," Chastity confessed. "Zane is our property and we rent him out for social functions."

"No you don't," I laughed. "Chastity and Hope are good friends and we came out for dinner and a movie."

"If you aren't dating anyone in particular there is going to be a party next Saturday. It is by special invitation only – it is a block party but we could call you when we find out," Erin offered.

"Hey, babes," this guy greeted us...or more appropriately, the ladies around me.

He was rather average looking; perhaps he would have looked better if his face wasn't constantly burned by the Sun and he avoided smoking joints and drinking so much. I figured he was about twenty or so. He was unlikely to have anything resembling a regular girlfriend or even regular sex because he paid little heed to his looks or his wardrobe.

His chief companion was a weasely guy; not the shifty sort, but the blood-thirsty feral kind. He was short and wiry with an anger that came from unrealized ambition and recognition; probably a vicious fighter but used to striking from the blind side. The final guy was tall and skinny, suffering from shyness exacerbated by the presence of women.

Erin and Gerry looked at the new guy, snorted derisively and turned back to me.

"Here's our number," Erin said as she took out a pen and wrote her digits on my palm. "Call on Thursday and we'll tell you where we can meet." I nodded because I was grappling with the rudeness these girls were showing this guy and his buddies.

"What...going to be a party?" the guy leered.

"By invitation," Erin responded, "College students only." I was starting to feel for this guy.

"What, is Zane-boy and his Kappa Sig whores good enough for you sluts, but real working men are not?" he taunted us.

"Don't do that," I warned him, putting a hand to his chest as he stepped forward and tried to put his hands on Erin's and Hope's asses. I'm not sure what Erin would do but Hope was likely to dislocate his jaw.

"Take your hand off me, jack-ass," he growled. His weasely buddy looked ready to pounce.

"We should call it a night," I told the ladies. "Erin, Gerry, I'll call later. Ladies, let's get out of here." Erin and Gerry tossed a worried look dumbass's way, then smiled to me and left. My companions and I left by a different way. Since we were heading out the easiest way to the parking lot, the three guys followed us.

"Hey, you sissy bastard, why are you afraid to share?" he mocked me, but really, was sissy bastard the best he could do? I sensed him coming up behind us as we exited the mall so I spun around, as did the girls.

"So how much do these Kappa Sigs cost?" he chuckled. "It can't be that much if you are buying these whores two at a time. I'll give you twenty for them both."

"Walk away, Zane," Chastity urged me quietly. "Let it go."

"You are right," I bit down my anger, "not only does he not have the money, he couldn't satisfy a woman even if he could convince one to accept payment."

"Mother fucker," he snarled, and shoved me back. I had had enough.

"Go back to your playmates," I warned him calmly, "I'm not someone you want to be badmouthing ladies around."

"Whatchya gonna do, Fucker?" he shot back. "How about when I finish kicking your ass, I'm gonna bang both the bitches you brought tonight? Then I'm going to ride those whores you were on the video with."

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that," breathed Hope. I was not the one she was admonishing, either.

"Apologize to these two ladies right now and pledge to never go near the Kappa Sigs and I'll let you leave here under your own power," I responded.

"I was afraid this shit-hole would never fight," the weasel guy sneered. I looked to the third guy.

"Do you know the number for the hospital?" I asked him. He nodded. "Good." The main talker started to shift his body into an aggressive stance but had the nerves of a bully, not a fighter. My first strike rocked him back on his feet and gave me the time I needed for his buddy.

The buddy got a quick but unskilled jab off. I blocked it and popped him hard, nearly knocking him over. I spun back to the Talker, set him up with a strike, and then kicked him so hard that I sent him flying out of the fight. The Weasel lashed out again; I caught his arm and drove my knee into his stomach. I kept that up for eight more knee-strikes until he ceased struggling and slumped to the ground.

"Make that call," I told the third guy, then grabbed my girls and ran for the car.

"Why are we running?" Hope asked as we got into my car.

"They already know who I am but you two are unknown. Face it," I reasoned with them, "if you two get dragged down to the police station, that could be big trouble."

"And since you are already known, you are screwed," Chastity muttered.

"Yes, basically. Once I get you two safely back to your dorm, I'll turn myself in and deal with the consequences," I informed them. 

"We'll talk to Gorman when we get back," Hope said.

"That kind of voids the reason for fleeing the scene," I pointed out.

"What is it about you, dates, and the police?" Chastity chided me.

"Hey, now, only half my dates have ended with police involvement," I complained.

"Zane, do you realize how horrible those odds are?" Hope noted.

"Does this mean no second date?" I joked.

"I think we want a do-over on this one," Hope grinned. "I think we were all hoping for a different kind of excitement when we got back to your place."

"Groan...it would sort of suck for you two to be in my room when the cops come for me," I sighed. That was the end of our conversation, because it would suck and we had no choice.

Once I had Hope and Chastity back to their dorm, I made my way back to my place and changed. Since we were normally required to be in uniform, we had gone to Aunt Jill's to change into 'normal' attire, but I had decided we didn't have the time for it on the way back. I gave Coach Gorman a call and explained the events, minus my two friends. She told me to stay put.

It was past midnight when I received a call from the Coach.

"Zane, please come to my office," she told me.

"I'll be right there," I responded, as I slipped off my bed. The campus was still and dark as I made my way to the Security Center.



There were only two offices with lights on, that of the night officer and Gorman's office. Inside, I found Gorman behind her desk and a Sheriff's Deputy sitting in a chair opposite her and angled to look at me and the door.

"I told you he would come," Gorman reprimanded the officer.

"He ran once; I had reason to believe he would rabbit again," the man answered.

"Cowardice is not a trait I attribute to Mr. Braxton," Gorman commented dryly.

"That may be the case," he replied. "Mr. Braxton, I want to ask you some questions about what happened at the mall this evening around 9:30."

"I went to see a movie. When I came out, I was accosted by three men, and when I attempted to leave, they followed me to the parking lot where I proceeded to beat the crap out of them," I confessed.

"So you admit putting two men in the hospital?" the Sheriff's Deputy inquired.

"Yes, sir. I struck the taller one in the face, pivoted and did a downward block to the smaller guy, following through with an uppercut to his jaw. I did another strike to the first guy, then did a jump kick – sorry Coach – to his sternum, putting him out of the fight. The smaller guy righted himself, struck, and I caught him in an arm bar. I then brought my knee to his stomach – sorry Coach – and struck him repeatedly with it – sorry Coach," I outlined the fight.

"Thank you. But why are you apologizing to Coach Gorman?" the Deputy asked.

"He's apologizing for not using Karate moves," Dana informed him. "I'm his Karate Coach as well as Head of Security."

"And a hell of a soccer coach, or so I'm told," I grinned sadly.

"That is nice. Now, there was a report of two women being with you," the officer said. "Who were they? I need to interview them."

"I'm not going to deny there were other women there but I won't name names. There could be academic consequences for fighting and I want to spare them that," I explained.

"Son, I could tack on a charge of obstruction of justice to go with your two counts of assault and one of fleeing the scene of a crime," he related.

"Okay. Do what you have to do," I declared. "I will not turn on my friends."

"In that case, I am placing you under arrest," the Deputy stated, as he stood up and Mirandized me. He brought out the cuffs and led me away.

Back at the Sheriff's Office, I sat down with SD Burrows, my arresting officer, and we worked on his report. It turned out I could type and he could peck, so I convinced him to dictate the report for him because I desperately needed some sleep. A female Sheriff's Deputy gave our case, and me, a double-take.

"What have you got here?" the woman asked.

"Two counts of Assault, fleeing the scene, and obstruction of justice," Burrows said.

"Zane Braxton?" she inquired.

"Yeah. We have him in a report for that fight at the Kappa Sigma House last Saturday, though no charges were filed," he informed her. "I went to the University – that's Freedom Fellowship – and he turned himself in."

"Why did you run?" She turned to me. I groaned and lowered my head.

"Apparently, he was protecting the identity of the two women he was with; most likely fellow FFU students," Barrows filled her in. She nodded and went on her way.

"Okay," he said when we finished, "let's get you processed and put you into the general holding cell. Do you want to call your lawyer?"

"I'd rather get some sleep," I confided in him.

"You will be arraigned tomorrow morning at 9:00 so have someone by then," he advised me. After that was the tedious process of fingerprints and the pictures before they finally moved me to the 'overnight' holding cell.

Inside were two benches and nine guys. Five crowded onto one bench, two biker-type guys lounged on the second bench, and two were left to stand against the bars. I was really tired.

"I'm really tired," I explained to the more tattooed and bald biker-guy, "get off my God-damn bench." There was a hush in the cell.

"What did you say, Pussy?" the guy said as he stood up. He had an inch on me and fifty pounds or so. His buddy was standing as well.

"I've put two guys in the hospital tonight already. I'm more than willing to put your heads through the bars, Asshole. Now get off my God-damn bench," I growled.

"Braxton, I don't want any trouble from you," a passing Deputy commented.

"What's he in for?" the lead biker asked the Deputy.

"He put two guys in the hospital for talking to his ladies, as best as we can figure," the officer stated.

"What are these two in for?" I inquired, while keeping my eyes on the bikers.

"Misdemeanor drug possession," the Deputy answered. I smiled evilly at the bikers.

"Get off my God-damn bench. I need a nap," I seethed and they back-side-stepped out of my way. As I said, I was really cranky.

For whatever reason, no one attacked me in my sleep, and I was definitely dead to the world within five minutes of my head hitting the hard surface of my contested bench. I dreamed of ice cream and pizza...and scantily clad babes bringing me ice cream and pizza, confirming that while exhausted, I was not dead.



INTERROGATED UNTIL DAWN



"Mr. Braxton," a strange yet not totally unfamiliar voice said as she shook me awake. I looked up into the deep, earthy brown eyes of the female Deputy that I'd seen earlier. "They need you in Interrogation Room One." I sat up and rubbed my eyes, realized I didn't have a watch, so I inquired as to the time – a little past 2:00.

"Okay, but I've already confessed," I mumbled as I stood up. "I'm not sure what more I can say." She turned and walked out of the cell, where a second female officer was holding the door. Alarm bells were going off. While I've never been to a US jail before, I'd seen enough police procedural shows to know the cops never let the convict get behind them.

Girls do it all the time...when they want to show off their ass, and I stupidly was caught doing just that, as her smirk over her shoulder revealed. She shut the door when I left and walked down the hall with one in front of me and one behind. Sure enough, they took me into an interrogation room, and the unknown one took a seat opposite me while the slightly more familiar one stood behind my chair.

"Mr. Braxton, we understand you have refused your right to counsel; is that correct?" the one with Urquhart on her name tag said.

"Technically, no. I have refused to call for a lawyer but I plan to engage one in the morning," I admitted.

"We would like to ask you some questions, if that is okay?" Deputy Urquhart said.

"Sure," I leaned back. The other officer put her hands on my shoulders. Without really thinking about it, I reached across my chest to the opposite shoulder and ran my fingertips along the fingertips of the woman's hand. My interrogator noted the gesture.

"You were in an altercation at the Kappa Sigma House last weekend. What can you tell us about that?" she asked.

"I imagine saying things like 'it wasn't official' and 'it was within city limits' is pointless, so I guess I was shoved into the girls' bathroom by five guys and got my ass kicked," I explained.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 12



"Five guys decided to beat you up? Was there a reason?" she persisted. The other officer began rubbing her fingers along with mine.

"Short story, none of your business; longer version, these frat boys were messing with some of the ladies I came to the party with and I got the ladies away. Later, they came for payback and a fight ensued. I got my ladies out, then went back to the Kappa Sigs to see if everything was okay."

"But neither the FFU girls nor the Sorority pressed charges so we don't know who they are, and now you are in another fight, women are involved, but you won't tell us who they are either," she outlined.

"Basically, yes," I replied.

"You are looking at some very serious trouble if these girls don't step forward or you don't tell us who they are," she explained. I took the time to move my free hand behind me and onto the thigh of the officer there. In seconds, I had spider-climbed my hand to her crotch. She tensed up, pushed away from me, then rocked forward until her breasts bracketed my head.

"Well, since that's not going to happen, how about we get something to eat?" I sighed. I figured that sleep wasn't likely so I might as well toss around some sexual innuendo to lighten the mood.

"You are looking at serious jail time and your first thought is to order out?" the interrogator questioned.

"I was hoping to eat in, actually," I grinned. 

"Oh...and what makes you think that is going to happen?" she questioned me with a sexual undertone.

"Two female officers, you are not taking notes, and I've been frigging your partner behind my back for nearly a minute now without her putting my head through the table," I explained.

She stared at me for a second, not sure if I was exhibiting bravado or I was really playing into their game. Apparently her partner expressed to her visually that I was indeed playing with her.

"Well, what do you have in mind?" she gave a lopsided grin. "I'm Haley and she's Tara." 

"First off," I stood up, moved the chair away, and turned to Tara, "I'd like to do this." I ran my hands down her sides, around to cup the ass she'd shown me in the cell while I kissed her.

Tara pulled my lips down to her ear and neck while I raised her leg up until her knee was at my hip level. When I began working on her belt buckle, her hands came around and helped me until it swung loose and she lowered it to the ground. A rapid mutual stripping off of the clothes followed.

"You two want to slow down?" Haley joked as she came up behind me.

"Fuck, this thing is huge," Tara gasped past me to her partner. Since her hand had surrounded my cock, I had to imagine she had a flair for the dramatic. "He's twice as big as my husband." Oh, Hell! Husband? I guess if I was a better guy, I'd end things right now...but I'm an okay guy, not a saint.

"If he complains, remind him that he's sleeping with that tramp of a sister you have," Haley teased.

"God, yes," Tara moaned happily, "Let's get a condom on this bad boy and see if he performs as advertised. If he's anything like his video, I can't wait to show this to Bill and let's see how he likes it."

"Whoa," I interjected. "Who is your husband, Bill, and is he going to want to kill me?" Tara slid down my body, licking my shaft and balls as she went, retrieved a condom from her pants, and came back up along the same path.

"Don't you worry, Zane; he's a bouncer at the Fallout Shelter," Tara assured me.

Clearly I had no idea what that was so Tara enlightened me.

"It's a popular college club. You can't get in there legally anyway."

"Your sister?" I questioned. As for the club, was an ID the only thing in the way? Simple.

"She's a bartender there, the slut. She's still pissed that I put her husband away," Haley explained.

"What'd he go in for?" This was getting more and more twisted. Haley began rubbing her nearly naked body against mine from behind.

"Arms trafficking. He was sentenced to twelve years down in Fairview," Haley murmured, "Now, let's put that tongue to better use." Arms trafficking...at least I'm learning about firearms at school.

I turned Tara around and pushed her up against the table next to Haley. 

"How are we going to do this?" Haley asked.

"You both get up on the table and I'll give it a shot," I told them. "I am so far past exhausted that I feel invincible."

I crouched down, placing Haley's left and Tara's right between my legs, and began to massage their cunts in tandem. I moved up to Haley first, kissing her pussy lips, then making three passes with my tongue, parting her lips and tasting her fluids as they began to flow. I then transferred my attention to Tara, this time sucking on her already excited clit.

"Make out," I suggested to the objects of my affections.

"We are not like that," Tara told me. Well, that sucked...or more like, I was going to be the only one sucking, which made my job a lot harder. Now I had to increase the activities of my fingers to keep them boiling, and finally I sent Tara over the edge with clitoral stimulation with my lips and teeth.

"Oh, God!" she cried out shrilly. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders and squeezed me tightly to her, temporarily pulling my hand away from Haley's honey trap. The second I could pry myself free of Tara's legs, I stood over Haley and began sliding my penis into her hot, steamy vagina. "Aaaahhh," she moaned, "give it to me just like that...oh, yeah."

I pushed in slowly. By her tightness, I figured it had been some time since she'd had sex.

"Oh, fuck..." she went on. 

"Bigger than Chris?" Tara chuckled, somewhat breathless. Chris? Who the fuck was Chris? If I had to deal with another husband, I was going to seek out a non-extradition country.

"Chris?" I ground out, as I picked up my pounding of Haley.

"My...ugh...ex...ugh...damn...you are ...ugh...good," Haley grunted. "Caught...oh, yeah...him...banging a...ugh...co-ed...ugh...divorced his...ass."

What the hell? Could no one in this town keep it in their pants? Had I come home to where I truly belonged?

"How is he?" Tara asked.

"I'm...mmm...plotting out...yeah, baby...that...ugh...mile...oh, good...between his...mmm...school and...fuck, yeah...his home." Haley urged me on harder with her thighs on my ass and her fingernails on my shoulders and back.

Lucky me; Lancaster city limits end right past the Kappa Sigma house, then it's all county up to the campus gates. I already had a city cop waiting for second round and now I was adding to frustrated Sheriff's Deputies figuring out how to commit legal malfeasance on my ass. I was so distracted, I literally collided with Haley's face as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down.

Kissing, I understood; the licking of Tara's juices off my face is somewhat unexpected. I caught Tara mesmerized by the show, though I was really not in a position to push them together because Haley started going off.

"You bastard," she growled, "bastard...bastard...fuck...fuck...you BASTARD!!"

She bucked up against me with powerful jabs that rotated and lifted her hips into my downward thrusts. She made this hissing noise through her clenched teeth as her orgasm gripped her body in one massive seizure. How exactly do you explain fucking a female officer to death?

"Did...is she going to be okay?" Tara worried. How in the Hell am I supposed to know?

"Ooohhh, Gawd," Haley finally gasped. "Do you date older women?"

"Ah, I don't know, since I may be going to prison soon," I responded cautiously.

"That's not going to be a problem," Tara said seductively as she tilted my sweaty face her way. "Those guys dropped the charges. Your lawyers are processing you out right now."

"A less deviant personality would be upset by what you two just did," I groaned, "but since the sex has been really good and I haven't cum yet, all I really want to know is, do we have to stop now or can we keep going?" They exchanged glances, then turned on me with a hunger worthy of she-wolves. Fortunately, I was feeling pretty damn Alpha wolf right then too. Yes, I'm an idiot.

An hour later we were all finishing getting dressed when I slumped back on the table and put an arm over my eyes to shield me from the overhead florescent lights.

"You okay, Zane?" Tara asked.

"Nothing wrong here, but I did have this fantasy that I'd get a good night's sleep tonight. I'm not sure how I'm going to get through classes," I relayed to them.

"The weekend is almost here," Haley said as she pulled me up and off the table. I stumbled into her arms and she gave me one more saucy kiss. "Now we better produce your body before too many questions are asked."

"Don't worry, we'll keep in touch with you to make sure those guys don't cause you any trouble," Tara grinned.

"Which guys?" I asked for clarification.

"Exactly," Haley smiled. Translation: whatever excuse works. "Let's go." We three had all made it out the door and about fifteen steps down the hall when a voice called out behind us.

"Zane." It was Hudson Lane...the school's lawyer.

My two new friends and I turned around and I didn't have to be told how bad things were. Lane and another woman had come out of the door next to the interrogation room I'd just left. That would be the room on the other side of the one-way glass.

"Hey, Ms. Lane," I grinned, even as the blood drained out of my face. "Been here long?"

"About an hour," she smiled knowingly.

"I can explain," I gulped. My two cop buddies were very silent on the matter.

"This is going to be good," Lane told the woman standing next to her. The stranger looked intrigued.

"See, I ended up in a cell with some drug smugglers and it necessitated a full-body cavity search," I offered hopefully.

"While that is a possibility, far-fetched perhaps, why were the officers required to also be without their clothing?" the unnamed lawyer asked. I stared at her.

"That's Zane's way of asking who you are," Hudson smiled.

"Oh, my apology. I'm Sophia Brigitte Messier. I was hired to represent you in this matter," the lawyer answered.

"Oh...okay. The officers discovered that they might have had drug residue on their uniforms and had to remove them before the drugs could take effect," I lied.

"And the physical Olympics that ensued?" Brigitte smirked.

"CPR...I was having a bad reaction to...something," I groaned.

"For an hour? You are lucky to be alive," she said with a straight face.

"I often feel that way too...lucky to be alive, that is," I clarified.

"Officers, I think we are done here tonight," Lane told my female Deputies. They both took a deep breath, Tara smirked at me, then they both departed down the hall. "Let's go, Zane; it is time to get you home." I moved aside so that Lane and Messier could walk past me, but Lane put her hand to my back and moved me forward.

"No, you don't," she laughed. "You need to get to campus before daylight."

"Couldn't you stash me in a motel room for twenty-four hours?" I stifled a yawn. Lane shook her head and steered me out. As I was leaving the station, a short, burly Deputy brushed past me. His name tag read Chris Urquhart. Well, fuck a duck...Haley's ex is a Sheriff's Deputy too.

"Zane, are you okay?" Lane asked with some concern.

"Let's get out of here before that guy figures out I just nailed his ex-wife," I whispered to her.

"My car is this way," Brigitte motioned to us, and we hastily made to her car and sped away.

"Just so I have this straight," Brigitte turned to Lane, "you let this guy live among an entire school of young ladies?"

"I'd trust my daughter if I had one," Hudson declared. "Zane's reliable and loyal, if sexually..."

"Promiscuous, aggressive, dynamic..." Brigitte added. "I can only imagine how this story is going to be received around the bar where I hang out. I'm not sure anyone will believe me."

"This has never happened to you before?" Lane teased us both.

"Going to a hospital and intimidating witnesses, happens all the time. Going to the station to retrieve my client, only to find him...I don't even know how to describe all those sexual acts he perpetrated on those two female officers...still having sex with two of his arresting officers, how does this happen to someone?" Brigitte wondered.

"That's Zane," Lane answered. "Zane, have you ever turned down an offer of sex?"

"Recently," I thought about it, "technically, yes I have."

"Really?" Lane sounded surprised.

"Well, she said I could do anything to her, and I told her I wanted to cuddle," I told them. "Does that count?"

"A girl throws herself at you and all you want to do is cuddle?" Brigitte said. "If it wasn't for what I witnessed over the past hour, I might think you were gay."

"She is a really nice girl who is worried about the nature of our relationship. She didn't really want to have sex, she wanted to be appreciated, so I held her and talked to her and we fell asleep in each other's arms," I explained.

"Is this the guy you think is a threat to our girls at Freedom Fellowship?" Lane questioned.

"I actually wish my boyfriend had felt that way. He was all about quick sex and rolling over, and private time was spending the night at a club with his friends," Brigitte mulled it over, then, "Oh, God, I unloaded on the two of you. I don't even know either one of you."

"Zane makes women around him do all kinds of crazy things," Lane chuckled. "Blame him."

"Honestly, Ms. Messier, you need to take a good swim to unwind," I noted. "Not power-laps either, but diving and swimming deep, fun stuff." Silence followed.

"How did you know I was a swimmer? I competed in college," Brigitte inquired.

"You have that kind of body, plus the way your roll your shoulders and hips," I responded.

"I thought you would say something like my breasts were small," she stated.

"What do you mean? You have great breasts. That green half-cup is a really good choice for you, too," I told her.

"How..." Brigitte stammered.

"I notice women," I explained. "Brown eyes, set tight on an aquiline nose, shoulder length black hair -- but you probably feel you need a haircut -- fine bone structure, five foot ten, and maybe 115 pounds, slender, and you regularly wax." More silence followed.

"How old is he, again?" Brigitte asked Hudson.

"I swear he's only eighteen; we checked. All we can figure is that it is genetic. Apparently his father was a real hellion," Lane related. "We are lucky there aren't dozens of little Zanes out there."

"Maybe that is why my Dad told me to never use my real name when I first asked him for dating advice," I mused.

"I thought your parents died when you were fifteen," Brigitte asked.

"They did, but I started dating when I was twelve," I enlightened her.

"You were dating when you were twelve?" Hudson gawked.

"If it is any consolation, she was sixteen," I offered.

"How do you date a sixteen-year-old when you are twelve?" Brigitte wondered.

"She was upset because some other girls were bothering her. I started up a conversation and then I asked her out and she said yes," I stated what was obvious to me.

"Tell me you didn't have sex," Lane said.

"No, I didn't have sex. I was a virgin until I went to Thailand," I filled them in.

"No sex of any kind?" Brigitte asked.

"I didn't say that. I mean, she was gorgeous and...filled out so much more than girls in my class, and she wanted to show me stuff," I continued. Silence followed us into the campus parking lot.

"We'll see you up to your room," Hudson told me as we got out of the car. At this point, I figured I could make a run for it, but then Gorman would probably let them into my room eventually anyway. I considered leaving the campus forever but I couldn't leave Rio behind. Finally, I surrendered to the inevitable.



Not because I'm egotistical or believe I'm sexually irresistible but because all I want to do is sleep, and that seems to draw women to me like nails to a magnet. My life would have been so much easier if I'd lied and told Brigitte she was a stick and claimed Hudson was unremarkable. Of course, my hell-bound mind referenced that Hudson was definitely bi-sexual and Brigitte was lonely.

"I need you to sign some papers," Brigitte told me as we entered the dorm.

"Can I grab a shower first?" I responded. Ms. Messier and Lane exchanged looks.

"Of course, Zane," Lane replied. "We'll go over our notes until you get back."

In reality, lawyers are struggling guys in cheap suits with bad diets and an under-developed sense of humor.



In my world, they are leggy babes with overcharged libidos and a penchant for mixing business with pleasure. I fully expected a lesbian love fest when I got back to my room from my shower so I was a bit surprised when I got back and found them sitting on opposite ends of the bed in awkward conversation.

I'm standing there with a white towel around my waist and my flesh covered in a sheen of steam-borne water. Brigitte couldn't take her eyes off me and licked her lips like I was a piece of prime rib. Hudson looked at her and visually teased me seductively; she had used me as bait to get at her newfound colleague. I'd hate her if she wasn't so damn hot. I'm going to have to add Nuvigil to the Viagra I need to start taking.

"Zane, why don't you sit down next to Brigitte and we can conclude our business," Hudson smiled and gave me a wink. Great, I've gone from her sex toy to her accomplice. I sat down next to Brigitte, our thighs rubbing against each other. She nervously pulled out some papers and a notepad from her briefcase and held them up for me to look over. At the same time, Hudson scooted down the bed until she was wedged in on my other side.

"Here is the itinerary I followed," she began.

"Okay...good," I nodded. I would have paid more attention except Hudson touched my jaw and pulled my head away from Brigitte and my lips into hers.

"My interview...maybe I should..." Brigitte stuttered, then fell totally quiet when I rested a hand on her thigh right above the knee.

Hudson and I kept making out, even after she pushed me back on the bed and hovered over me. I kept a hand resting on Brigitte's hip and I felt her shift so she was closer to facing the two of us. 

"Keep him busy," Hudson suddenly told Brigitte as she pulled up and away and began taking her shirt off. She looked back and forth between me and Lane for three seconds before leaning in on me.

"Are you okay with this?" she said in a throaty growl. I figured less was more so I simply nodded. She started kissing me tentatively so I ran my hand through her hair and pulled her closer. Her position was ungainly so I figured she'd turn on her side and lay beside me. Instead, she vaulted me and straddled my hips.

"Are you really sure you are okay with this?" she panted.

"If you are asking me if I want to have sex with you, then yes, I have been fantasizing about having sex with you since I first saw you, Brigitte." Not really the truth, but she did have a nice, firm, athletic body and I did want to know it better. On my tombstone I want these words transcribed: He was just curious.

"Thank God," she confessed, as her eyes lit up with passion, "because I haven't had sex in nine months and watching you for the past hour and a half has been murder." 

"Are you going to make love to him with your clothes on?" Hudson teased Brigitte.

"Oh, right," Brigitte admitted. She rolled off toward Hudson and began hiking up her skirt and working down her pantyhose and panties.

"Don't go anywhere," she demanded of me.

"This is my room; I'm hardly going to make a run for the door," I joked back. I pulled off my towel, rolled onto my side, and returned to kissing Brigitte. Every time she revealed a new portion of her body, I dove on it, tasting, kissing, and nibbling every inch.

Hudson finished getting undressed first despite Brigitte's frantic efforts. She was content to watch me and the new lawyer go at it. When Brigitte finished stripping she pulled me on top of her with her legs pinning my hips to her. I reached between her legs and stroked her kitty.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 12



"Is there anything you want me to do first?" I questioned her with a husky tone.

She let me rub my fingers over her pussy several times before she nodded vigorously.

"Scoot to the top of the bed," I requested. Brigitte crab-walked to the head of the bed while Hudson let her move past, then shot me a 'clever boy' look. I crawled forth on all fours between Brigitte's legs and gave her a famished look before lowering my lips to her muff.

"Mmmm," she moaned as I rested my upper lip against her clit while I inserted my tongue deep into her liquid folds, already dripping with her need. I worked her over for over a minute before I noted Hudson poised right above my head. I parted Brigitte's legs farther apart and began kissing down her thighs toward the underside of her knees.

"Noooo..." Brigitte pleaded.

"Close your eyes and concentrate on my lips," I instructed her. When she did so, I exchanged another quick look to Hudson, then went lower on Brigitte's thighs. Hudson's arms straddled Brigitte's body and she lowered her face onto Brigitte's cunt.

"Yeah," Brigitte purred, as Hudson slowly sucked on her clit. We kept up the pressure on our latest friend for several minutes before she finally clued in that there were two sets of lips engaging her body's erogenous zones.

"Ms. Lane...Hudson, I don't think...ooohhh..." Brigitte's protest was stifled by Hudson's vigorous suction of her clit.

I gave Ms. Messier about fifteen seconds to decide whether or not she wanted to fight Hudson off but when her hands quested down to gently hold Hudson's head in place, I was sure we were okay. I moved outside of Brigitte's legs and slowly forced her onto her side. Hudson responded expertly and soon I was kissing her butt cheeks and Hudson was lapping her cunt.

Hudson was tuning up her pussy while I teased and penetrated her anus with the occasional sojourn lower so that Hudson and I could kiss between her legs. That intensified Brigitte's arousal and within a minute, she began trembling.

"You two...are incredible," she gasped out desperately. "I'm going...going to cum!"

She bucked a few times, then went off.

"Yes...yes, yes, yes, Yes, YES!" she growled. Brigitte wasn't a screamer but her orgasm carried a subsonic undercurrent that made the skin tingle and the blood pump faster.  As she came down we positioned ourselves farther up Brigitte's body, sandwiching her between us.

"How do you want to handle this?" Hudson threw out there.

"I still need a stiff, hard dick," Brigitte pleaded.

"Okay," Hudson grinned wickedly. "Brigitte, we will '69' with you on top and Zane will mount you doggy style."

"I'm not really into girls...sorry," Brigitte apologized.

"You don't have to do anything to me," Hudson soothed her" (LIAR!) "but I want another shot at your clit while Zane bangs you." Brigitte gulped, then nodded, and the ladies positioned themselves quickly enough.

Several things ensued, primarily the exposure of Hudson Lane as a persistent witch who usually gets her way. Just as important, Brigitte isn't a 'slammer', she's a 'slow stroke' kind of girl. She likes the feel of a strong rod slowly pushing in and out of her as it rubs against her vaginal walls. She's not about friction but sensitivity.

Another little trick was, every fifth stroke into Brigitte, Hudson would pull me out and insert nearly two-thirds of my meat down her throat, then reinsert me back into Brigitte, which is pretty freaking Awesome. That last bit of Ms. Lane's plan was a combination of stamina, curiosity, and lustful arousal.

For the first minute or so, Brigitte kept her head up and avoided looking down at Hudson's inviting spread. Hudson would ungulate her hips and moan occasionally but wouldn't play with herself. Eventually, Brigitte was drawn to look at Hudson's glistening lips and finally touch them. A few cautious, coaxing strokes turned into a finger dipping in and an excited squeal from Hudson.

Brigitte took the encouragement for what it was and began to seriously work Hudson's lips over with the first and third fingers while finger-fucking with the middle. Hudson hungrily sought out more attention and before I knew it, Brigitte had lowered her lips to Lane's engorged clitoris. To remind Lane she wasn't getting away with murder, I reached under Brigitte and tortured Hudson's nipples with a vengeance.

Maybe that wasn't the best way to teach Hudson a lesson because she began exploding all over the place seconds later – it is that whole seduction thing, no doubt. That left me with nearly a minute to concentrate solely on Brigitte and I did so by leaning over her body, reaching around and massaging each breast lovingly, from tender flesh to rigid nipple.

Her climax had the unintended consequence of Brigitte biting Lane on the inner thigh hard enough to leave visible teeth marks and elicit a loud squeal from Hudson. Brigitte tumbled to the side in a jumble of arms and legs with Hudson. I crashed backwards, sprawling over the foot of my bed.

I lay there, exhausted, wasted, broken, and spent physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Lane appeared like some hazy spirit over me and smiled.

"Now it is my turn," she demanded.

Rio loves me. I'm sure if I begged her to put a knife through my heart she would do it. I put that suggestion on my 'To Do' list.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 13



*We make the friends we have, not the ones we want, because they are people, not tools*

(Thanks to Frontma for chipping away at the rough edges of what I write)

(While there is playful sexual contact there is no hardcore sex this episode -- sorry)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

*

"Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered to me as she shook my shoulder. I swear I only got to sleep ten minutes ago. I blearily looked around me. Brigitte was face down on my left snoring softly, her black hair splayed everywhere. Hudson was asleep on my right, an innocent smile on her lips visible because her head was turned toward me.

Then there was Barbie Lynn who looked both amused and nervous as she was trying to wake me up without disturbing the two professional women to either side.

"You need to get up," she continued to hiss. "I don't want you to miss your shower."

Yes, I had already had a shower recently, but I'd also been milked of every last ounce of energy in the interim.

Gingerly I climbed over Hudson, but half way there she stirred and started to wake.

"Go back to sleep," I murmured to her. I kissed her on the cheek; she grinned, wiggled beneath me and then went still. My cock had been resting on her butt when this happened and sprang to life in one last suicidal effort at manhood.

Barbie Lynn grabbed a towel and my shower kit and led me by the hand down the stairs. When we stepped out into the hall she wrapped the towel around me, stroking my hard-on.

"If you like," she purred, "I'll take care of that for you." She had no idea why I started to sob uncontrollably. She put an arm around my shoulder and led me to the showers in silence.

My cadre of shower-buddies was already there when I arrived. I nodded a few greetings then walked straight into a cold spray of water, hanging my head and letting the chill push me back toward consciousness.

"What's wrong with him?" Opal asked Barbie Lynn.

"He was arrested last night," she told the assembled group.

"You go, Boy!" Rio exulted. She's a freak.

"He was on a date with Hope and Chastity," Iona spoke up. "I'll find out what they know."

"Anyway, I went up to find him and there he was with all those bites and scratches all over his body, plus he had Ms. Lane and some other woman I don't know in bed with him...asleep."

"Ms. Lane...the school lawyer?" Brandi babbled.

"The very one," Barbie Lynn affirmed.

"I suppose it is too much to hope for that they had clothes on?" Iona sighed.

"Sorry, no. Naked as the day they were born with that freshly and thoroughly fucked glow all about them," Barbie Lynn giggled.

"Well, who is going to ask him what happened?" Opal demanded.

"I don't know," Brandi intervened. "He looks like he's about to die."

"Nah, I know that look," Rio snickered. "He's past the 'about to die' phase. Right now, he's at the 'praying for death' phase."

The water warmed up and I decided it was time to actually get clean so I poured out some shampoo and worked it in. Signs of life on my part quieted the conversation and quickened the girls to finish up their own cleaning functions. Later Opal insisted on shaving me while Brandi began cataloging the sexual details the women had left on my body.

"Whoa, the bite marks on his shoulders are smaller than the ones on his butt," Brandi enlightened the remaining girls. Iona and Rio had already beaten a hasty exit and had I been more alert, I would have been terribly worried. As it was, Barbie Lynn guided me back to my door and let me go up alone.

"Mmmm, hey, Zane," murmured Hudson as I began getting dressed. She had rolled over and was looking at me as I zipped up my pants.

"Good Morning, Hudson. Barbie Lynn Masters was up here earlier, reminding me to use the shower, and she saw both of you," I informed her.

"Oh, God...where am I? Oh, God, what have I done?" moaned Brigitte into her pillow. I walked to her side of the bed and sat down. I let my hand rub her shoulder blades and brushed her hair away from her neck.

"You didn't do anything immoral or illegal," Hudson said. "Technically, Zane was never your client but a person of interest to your client. We are all of legal age."

"I'm in some teenage boy's dorm room," she muttered. "I had hopes of making partner one day too."

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"I'm beat," she sighed. I kissed her on the back of the neck. "Don't." I kissed her lower, where the neck flows into the shoulders. "Don't..." another kiss along the top of the left shoulder blade, "Ooohhh..." a final kiss to the top of the shoulder. "Damn," she moaned.

"I hope you had a good time because I certainly did," I whispered into her ear.

"I did," she admitted. "I'm...still thrumming inside. That last orgasm..." she couldn't put it into words, though I was sure Hudson was feeling very self-satisfied right then.

"Don't worry about anything. Stay in my room until 9:00 then slip over to Ms. Lane's office while we are at Assembly, then make a public showing of leaving from there and heading out. Everything will be okay," I assured her.

"I'll look after her, Zane," Hudson Lane told me.

"How about I set the alarm clock and you two get some sleep?" I suggested. Hudson pouted, then let it turn into a knowing grin.

"Okay, but what about you?" Hudson noted. "You look like Death warmed over."

"Thanks," I joked through the fatigue. "How come only women are allowed to look even more desirable after sex, while men simply look worn out?"

Brigitte rolled onto her side and stared at me.

"Is he for real?" she wondered to Hudson.

"Absolutely," she chuckled back. "Look at his pants if you don't believe me." Damn it, I was hard again.

"Zane, have you ever thought about interning at a law firm?" Brigitte asked.

"I'm in Pre-Med," I answered.

"Change majors," she commanded. Hudson laughed.

"Be careful, Sophia Brigitte Messier, there are at least a dozen young ladies on this campus who will deeply resent you poaching their favorite freshman," Hudson snickered.

Brigitte looked at me with a twinge of sadness and regret.

"Hudson knows how to reach me if you ever have need of me," I told her. "Please understand that while what we did was very pleasurable, I am here to graduate with a degree in something."

"Yes, that whole being eighteen and all," Brigitte sighed. "I understand."

"Zane," Hudson huffed, "do you want to see Brigitte again?"

"Absolutely; there is something to be said for her tight swimmer's body," I replied," and she's definitely got spirit."

"I'm not another one of your college co-eds," she chastised me, but with a smile on her face.

"Why not? You are as wild and vigorous as any eighteen-year-old I know," I responded. Brigitte's mouth fell open in shock.

"I...well, because I'm a graduate of Georgetown Law School; third in my class," she stammered.

"One never stops being young; you merely forget how," I quoted someone from somewhere, but I was too tired to remember the specifics. "I hope that if any job opportunity every stops you from being as sexy as you are now, you turn it down."

"Imagine what he's like when he's actually trying to seduce you," Hudson smiled.

"I repeat my earlier question: are you sure you want to unleash this boy...man on an all-girls campus?" Brigitte grinned.

"I swear, the next girl I get to seduce here will be the first," I groaned. "They rarely give me the chance or the time before...well, things happen. Frankly, I've only romanced one girl here and she's not too interested."

"Who is that?" Hudson inquired.

"Christina Buchanan," I shrugged, "a beautiful, intelligent senior who seems to have enough sense to not get too involved with me." Brigitte shook her head and chuckled.

"She's my employer. She hired me to get you out of jail."

I wasn't sure how long I stood there digesting that news because the next thing I recalled was Hudson calling my name.

"Zane? Zane? Are you okay?"

"Huh?" I muttered.

"You zoned out there for a minute. You really need some sleep," she observed.

"I won't argue with that, but it doesn't seem likely," I noted.

"I am going to call Ms. Goodswell and ask her to get you half the day off," Hudson stated.

"You aren't going to hear me argue," I grinned as I flopped down on the bed. I assumed she called but I was out before she reached her phone.

GETTING THROUGH THE DAY

I slept through a nice little struggle between Rhaine and Barbie Lynn. Rhaine had been sent promptly at 7:00 to deliver me to the Chancellor. Barbie Lynn had been warned of the visit, and my condition, by Virginia Goodswell, and held her off long enough for Dr. Larson to get there and defuse the situation.

By the time the Chancellor made a second run at me, Hudson and Brigitte had made their exit and Ms. Lane was able to cover for me and my 'condition'. At 11:30 I received a call from Lane to 'remind' me that I had to bring by the papers she'd 'left' with me when she escorted me from the jail the night before.

I found the paperwork that Brigitte had wanted me to sign last night, read it over, and then signed them. After that, I grabbed my stuff and headed for the Dining Hall. For a nice change, I was one of the early arrivals, getting my food and grabbing my spot in peace. I had started working on my salad when I spotted Iona running right at me.

"Zane!" she cried out as she hugged me. "I was so worried about you."

"I was a little exhausted, Iona," I squeezed her back. "There was nothing to worry about."

"You were in jail, Silly," she lectured me. "A really prisoner could have hurt you." Iona was missing the fact that I put two people in the hospital. Mentioning that I threatened two bikers over a bench to sleep on would definitely be unwise.

"I was in no real danger. They didn't put me in with any bad people; mainly drunks and minor drug charges," I embellished the facts. She rested her head on my shoulder (I was still sitting) and sighed.

"Well, Rio and I were still worried," she murmured. No sooner had Iona headed off to get food than Rio came up.

"Hey, little brother, we have got to get you a prison tattoo now," she laughed.

"Rio, I was in County lock-up for four hours. I didn't even get to use the communal toilet," I joked back.

"So, how many hotties did you bang? Quick, tell me before Iona gets back," Rio grinned.

"They don't house men and women together," I pointed out.

"Oh, like concrete walls and iron bars are going to slow you down," she teased.

"Fine, I swear I did not have sex with any female -- or male -- inmates," I pledged.

"Damn..." she frowned for a second, then she brightened up. "You nailed a cop!" I lowered my head with embarrassment.

"Well, fuck," she crowed, "you nailed two? More?" I pointed to the lunch line.

"Go get some food, damn it!" I growled. She skipped off, overly pleased with herself, and all I could do was shake my head. Before Iona returned, a dozen more of my friends stopped by to see if I was okay, if I was molested in prison (they are weird friends), and to confirm that I'd really put two guys in the hospital for threatening two FFU girls.

Iona and Rio were sitting down with me when Raven came up, looking conflicted.

"Well, I don't imagine you made any progress on our project," she asked.

"No. I said I'd get stuff this weekend so we could start Monday," I assured her.

"Fine; try to stay out of jail and not fight anybody...and get some sleep," she stated.

Raven gave me a curt nod, turned and left.

"Zane," Rio sighed, "you've gotten another one into your orbit."

"No," I insisted, "we are studying together; that's all."

"So she came over here to ask totally irrelevant questions she already knew the answers too?" Iona mused. God is laughing at me and trying to drive me crazy.

Chastity and Hope came walking up next, looking less pleased than I hoped they would.

"We need a moment outside," Chastity cautioned me. I stuffed as much food as possible into my cheeks before getting up and following them out; I'd missed breakfast after all. The trail led outside where Christina, Faith, and Heaven waited.

In a strange reversal of events, Heaven looked fearful for me and Christina looked like she wanted to bite my head off. Even Faith held some sympathy toward me. I got to them, tried to smile, but Christina cut me off.

"Can you try to not fuck everyone in sight?" Christina snarled.

"Honestly, all I wanted to do was get back to my room and get some sleep," I swore.

"What did he do?" Chastity asked.

"He had sex with two female Deputies...for over an hour," she snapped once more.

"That should have been us," Hope told Chastity with clear jealousy.

"In my defense, they did take me out of the holding cell to an interrogation room where, for the most of it, I was under the impression I would be going to prison," I related.

"Zane, you screwed my lawyer," Christina seethed.

"Who told you that?" I grumbled. The woman's career was on the line.

"She did...in her report she submitted, Zane. Do you want me to go into the details of your encounter?" Christina threatened me.

"I'd like to hear what went on," Heaven suggested.

"Well, Zane didn't give us up," Chastity offered, "and if he had, he would have gotten out earlier."

"Actually, what did Ms. Messier say...write?" I wondered.

"She reports that she and Ms. Lane spent six hours in consultation with you this morning: 3:00 to 9:00 a.m." Christina accused me.

"Yeah, he had sex with them," Hope sighed.

"How were they?" Heaven perked up.

"Before that, he was 'interrogated' for an hour by two female Deputies," Christina glared at me.

"Yum, I like cops," Heaven added.

"Zane, you had sex with four women last night," growled Christina. "Here we were worried sick about you and you were...living it up."

"I confess to nothing..." I started to defend myself.

"Barbie Lynn says you were so worn down, you refused to have sex with her this morning," Faith piled on. Oh, I was so busted now. I lowered my head and struggled to get ahead of events.

"Christina, first off, thank you for getting an attorney for me. She was really helpful in getting my early release," I lead off.

"Second, in my defense, I was woken from a sound sleep on a bench and led to an interrogation room. I'm not saying I wasn't an eager participant once things took off, but I didn't want to be there in the first place; I wanted to sleep, for the love of God," I pleaded.

"And the two lawyers?" Christina kept coming.

"I owe Ms. Lane for having my back since I got here, from that very first day when you were trying to have me thrown out," I countered, "remember?" I let that sink in. "So, she had an interest in Ms. Messier but was clearly getting nowhere so I helped out. They got what they wanted and I got ten more minutes of sleep."

"I believe him," Heaven stated.

"So do I," Chastity chimed in. "If it was anyone but Zane, I'd laugh in their face, but come on...this is Zane we are talking about. As far as I know, you and Tawny are the only two girls who haven't tried to have sex with him."

"There is Raven," I interjected. The five women stared at me as if I was utterly clueless.

"And he turned down sex with Barbie Lynn," Faith reiterated. 

"It is hard to argue with that," Hope said. "He had clearly been used and abused."

"We should send coal to the Devil," Chastity joked. "Clearly he is freezing his ass off -- Zane turning down sex."

"Maybe that is a sign of the End Times?" Faith got in on the fun.

"Let's hope not," Hope joked. "Zane has us an invitation to a block party next weekend."

"Zane," Christina said after a long pause, "could you please try to keep to Heaven and one or two others?"

Heaven stepped up and place a hand on the center of my chest, leaned in and took a deep whiff of my body soap, after shave, and general...manliness.

"Don't worry, Christina, I'll train him to say 'No'," she smiled at her friend then turned and looked up at me, "and if you ever say that to me," she smiled lovingly, "I'll break one of your arms or legs."

"I love you too, Babe," I smiled back at her while stroking her upper arm.

"Rhaine!" Hope hissed. Sure enough, it was my buddies Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy coming my way, and they looked unhappy.

"Sorry, ladies," I spoke up, "my 1:00 o'clock orgy is here. I have to go."

"The Chancellor wants to see you," Rhaine announced, clearly not appreciating the orgy comment. I wondered why the woman didn't call or text me, but then I remembered that I almost never answer my phone and all my texts are forwarded to Iona -- whoops.

"Zane, don't forget there is a Soccer game tomorrow at 10:00 -- first game of the season," Christina reminded me.

"Sure thing; I'll be there," I called out as I turned and started walking off with Rhaine's group. After we'd traveled a ways, I put my arms over the shoulders of Rhaine and Joy.

"So, who brought the whipped cream and who brought the chocolate syrup? Because I have a jar full of cherries and I'm ready to play some 'Ice Cream Shop'."

"Stop that," Rhaine tried to shrug me off pretty unconvincingly. "What we did is never going to happen again." I looked to Mercy, then back to Joy.

"How about his; we do it one more time and I promise never to bring it up ever again?" At this point in time I really deserved to be killed by a falling piece of space debris for being such a dumbass with an uncontrollable sex urge.

And better yet, I could see the three women sending silent signals back and forth as they clearly considered my offer. I should have let Christina castrate me when she was prepared to do so.

"Stop joking around," Joy said with a tremble in her voice.

"I'm just saying, whatever happens after 'lights out'...no one is sure what is really going on; no one to blame, no one to know for sure," I suggested. They exchanged more looks.

"No, we couldn't," Rhaine declared, but destroyed that statement by then saying, "Besides, how would we get past your locked door?"

"There is no chasm so deep, or lock so strong, that the mind of man cannot conquer it," I recited. "It is a simple matter of knowing who has a key and getting it from them."

"I could get a key," Mercy volunteered. The other two stared wide-eyed at her. "If we ever...needed one."

"There you go, Mercy; live without fear," I applauded her.

"That's why the Chancellor wants you gone," Rhaine spat. "You are evil."

"No, evil is making someone doing something they don't want to do. All I'm doing is teasing you, and it isn't like this would be the first time you had a key to my room," I pointed out. "Seriously, if you want to stop me from annoying you and reminding you that you are pretty, all you have to do is stop hanging around me. It is not like I've ever hunted you ladies down."

"You are still a pervert," Rhaine declared. There was a silence while we walked that lasted until Rhaine looked at me for some sort of denial.

"Oh, sorry," I apologized. "Was I supposed to deny that? By your definition I am a pervert. I like sex, women's bodies, and simply spending time with women."

"Most of all, I like listening to a woman and getting her opinion," I added. "Being with a woman is being with a partner, which makes every time with a woman unique to me. I'm not getting one-up on anybody. That would kind of defeat my point for living. You see me as evil, but all you are seeing is my desire to live free on my own terms."

"We Christians live in communities," Joy jumped in.

"I'm going to school, I'm in four clubs, and I've been doing the whole Handmaiden's Duty thing. I walked around for two days on my knees because I wanted to be part of this school, so please don't preach to me about community," I bantered back.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 13



"All that proves is that you are too stupid to know you are not wanted here," Rhaine spat.

"Who are you trying convince, Rhaine? I'm not alone and I have been welcomed by enough of the student body that the Chancellor is worried," I corrected her. "I think you should be asking yourself why they actually give a damn and you don't."

Our arrival at the Chancellor's office ended that conversation.

"I've got it from here," I joked to the ladies and the secretary. "I know the way."

I walked into the room, up to the Chancellor's desk, and bowed to Dr. Bass.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Bass," I grinned.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Braxton," she replied in a stony voice. "Is there a reason why you are trying to make my job easier?"

"You are over-worked and under-appreciated and I only want to help?" I suggested.

"Mmmhhh," she rumbled, "I was referring to you getting in a brawl and arrested last night."

"Technically, it was an ass-whooping, not a brawl. A brawl insinuates they actually had a chance against me," I joked. "I would hope my actions would have shown that your students know how to defend themselves and fight for the honor of our school," I added.

"I should have made that distinction when I sent the formal letters of academic probation to Hope Song's and Chastity's Adams' parents," the Chancellor gloated. "Your aunt received a notification as well."

I felt there was no need to ask how she knew who my companions were last night. I was going to know that soon enough.

"Cool. Is there anything else you need to tell me?" I grinned, which did nothing for her disposition.

"I wanted you to know that you are dragging more and more people down with you," she countered.

"Hmmm..." I stroked my chin. "I'm not sure what I'm on probation for but I'm definitely sure Chastity and Hope didn't break any laws or school rules; but knock yourself out."

"Any action that puts the school in a bad light, or actions of an immoral nature -- as defined by me -- are grounds for academic probation," the Chancellor quoted.

"Oh, well, if you are just going to make this shit up as you go along, why am I even here?" I wondered.

"I want you to keep up-to-date with the wreckage you create in the women's lives who have chosen to support you," she told me.

"Oh, please," I sighed. "You are a sadist, and a bitchy one at that. Your updates are pointless because we both know they didn't do anything and I'm not going to feel guilty because of your lack of principles."

"If you have finished wasting my time, I've got important things to do, Chancellor Bass," I said in a bored voice.

"You find this amusing, do you, Zane?" she responded with a sinister smile.

"No, but I'd rather not have to listen to you pretend you're clever or listen to you delude yourself that you are getting one up on me," I explained.

"Get out of my office, Mr. Braxton," she snapped.

"Have a nice weekend, Chancellor," I quipped, then turned and left. Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy were waiting for me when I got out.

"Well?" Rhaine asked.

"Academic probation," I shrugged.

"You can challenge that," Joy blurted out, then looked highly embarrassed.

"Thanks, Joy," I smiled at her. "How does that work?" Joy continued to look worried.

"An Academic Review Board goes over the conditions of your punishment to see if the situation justifies it," Rhaine informed me. "They are appointed by the Chancellor."

"Let me get this straight," I chuckled, "the Chancellor picks the people whose job it is to tell her she's done something improper or not? That's rich." The girls shrugged and we moved on. After that piece of news, I wasn't sure how to react, and I was still mulling things over when I got to Archery Club. I tried to apologize to Chastity but she laughed it off. I still owed her a date, or so she claimed.

Painless Acts and Re-enactments

Karate Club was a bit different this time; I was actually asked to instruct part of the class. After stretches and warm-ups, Coach Gorman asked me to help her recreate my fight of the previous day. I got to play Me, Gorman was 'the Talker', Wilhelmina was 'the Weasel' and Cappadocia got to be 'the Shy Guy'.

"Okay, girls, after Mr. Braxton put down Mercy Chaplain in ten seconds, I began to accept that while I was teaching you the fundamentals of the art of Karate, you might also need some practical experience in defending yourselves," Dana Gorman began.

"As most of you know, Mr. Braxton -- Zane -- was in a fight last night involving him and three opponents. He put two in the hospital overnight."

"Why did you do it, Zane?" Evangeline asked abruptly.

"Mr. Braxton was defending two fellow students," Dana answered for me. I'm not sure what inspired her to alter the retelling of events. "That really isn't relevant; what is important is that he was confronted with three opponents but won."

"Now, Zane, what was the situation," Dana asked.

"Okay, they followed us to the parking lot so we were fighting on asphalt. Our lead antagonist was about here," I positioned the Coach, "the toughest fighter was here," I positioned Willy, "and the third guy, who never got into the fight, was here," I set Cappy in place.

"How did things begin?" Coach led off.

"Once I knew there was going to be a fight..." I started.

"What made you decide that?" Dana interrupted.

"Umm...ah..." I looked to Dana for confirmation and she nodded. "They said they would sexually assault my two companions, then hunt down a few other women I knew. I took that threat to be credible."

"Then?" Coach prodded me.

"I noted their positions and aggressiveness. Cappy was not making eye contact or talking and I viewed him to be the weakest threat. I asked if he knew the name of the local hospital," I continued. "When I noticed Willy moving to the left, I switched from defense to offense."

"Two things," Coach noted: "Don't underestimate your ability to intimidate; don't use fists when words will do. Also, don't let numbers deter you, because skill and initiative count for more. Zane?"

"I struck Coach first with a blow to the chest," I related, as I mimicked the blow.

"Why that blow?" Dana led me on. She held my comment with a hand.

"I would have hit him in the gut," one student stated.

"Understandable, but now he is folding toward you," Dana responded. "Zane is fighting for space, so he hits him in the chest to give him some distance. That is why the initial moves by Willy were so important. While he moved to flank Zane, he also moved himself out of range to support the man in the middle. Know your place in a fight. Zane, continue."

"I face Willy in time to intercept her wide right swing, which sets up the blow to the jaw, stunning him." Willy and I went through the motions but I don't recall the Weasel grinning at me the way she did. "This allowed me to do a set-up blow, then a kick to Coach's chest now that I had the room and the time."

"Let's go over that; we all know the importance of recovery after an attack. The Weasel hadn't learned that lesson and we all saw what happened -- a blow to the head," Coach lectured us. "Cappy is standing out of the fight because of intimidation; now Willy has been stunned so Zane can concentrate on me. I'm only now recovering from the chest blow when the kick catches me in the chest and that is because Zane set me up with that first strike."

"Remember," Dana lectured, "that is why we teach you not to think about the next move, but three moves down the line. Control the fight and you win; it is that simple. Zane assessed the opposition, reduced his odds, then took the initiative. Next."

"I turned back to Willy, blocked another swing, trapped his arm, and began driving my knee into his midsection until he went limp," I completed the story with Willy obediently falling down.

"Now we don't normally practice Zane's finishing move so what would we do?" Coach asked.

"I would have used the arm hold to flip him and finish him with a strike to the head," Cappy volunteered. The suggestions that followed were in that general theme. At the end of class one girl did finally ask,

"Zane, why didn't you get the other two girls to fight too, to even out the odds?"

"Fighting is forbidden by school policy," I told them, "virtually no exceptions."

"What is going to happen to you, then?" Cappadocia inquired.

"I'm under academic probation," I informed them. For the first time most of the class was sorry for me.

When I got out of the shower and went to exit the gym, Coach ambushed me.

"Good job, Zane," she told me.

"No problem; I am doing my part to make this school a better place," I grinned.

"I'm going to miss you when you are gone," she said with some sadness.

"Don't sweat it, Teach; you are only doing your job and I'm not gone yet," I winked as I left.

~~~

Rio and I walked up to the Kappa Sigma House. Since it was between 5:00 and 6:00, I was hoping most of the girls would be there. A pledge whose name I think was Allison answered.

"Hi, I'm Za- ..." was all I got out before she jumped me and gave me a deep hug.

"Of course I know who you are," she giggled. "Come on in. I'll go get Leigh."

"Hi, I'm Rio," my buddy muttered darkly as she followed me inside, "I'm the girl standing next to the guy you just mugged." Allison went pounding up the stairs and I was left to a chorus of 'Hi, Zane', and we even got a few 'Hey, Metal Girl' greetings (Rio had all fourteen of her piercings back in).

Right as Leigh, dressed in super-tight jeans and a pink bra, and Allison came down the stairs, Tawny came from the direction of the kitchen.

"Zane," Leigh and Tawny said one right after the other, but Tawny's carried the greater weight.

"Zane, we need to talk," Tawny demanded. Rio growled menacingly. "I apologize. Hello, Rio."

There was a hush in the room and even Leigh looked contrite.

"Zane, Kappa Sigma does not condone violence of any kind. If you ever thought we wanted you fighting our battles for us, you were sorely mistaken," Tawny explained. "Are we clear?"

"Okay, I understand, but...how did you know? I didn't tell anyone anything about what was said," I wondered.

"You should have never put your neck out for these Sorority bitches," Rio snapped.

"Hang on, Rio. I did what I did for my own reasons, not for them," I calmed my friend. Rio was clearly not making friends but Tawny held up her hands for peace.

"You didn't even tell her, your best friend, did you?" Tawny smiled with surprised satisfaction. "Christina knows, but that is understandable and she's told no one except me."

I looked at her for some explanation.

"It seems two co-eds from the University thought you might be in trouble and followed you. They covered your exit from the building, the argument, and the fight that followed," Tawny grinned. "They posted it on their site. By 10:00 this morning, everyone knew."

"Except for us idiots with limited internet access," groaned Rio.

"My fellow Kappa Sigma presidents wanted to make sure everyone knew that we had nothing to do with your actions," she completed. "That being said," she stepped up and hugged me, "Thank you." I received a round of applause from the gathered sisters.

"Fine. Would someone tell me what my idiot friend did?" Rio griped.

"Rio," Leigh snickered as she snuck to my side and wrapped an arm around me, "those three assholes called the Kappa Sigma House a bunch of whores and then told him they were going to rape Chastity and Hope, then come and rape Paris and me when they were done."

And that's when Rio hit me. "Moron, why couldn't you tell the police this? They don't put you in jail for defending women under imminent threat," Rio snapped.

"I think that was the point," Tawny sighed at Rio. "He didn't want to drag us into what was essentially his choice; just like he kept Chastity and Hope out of things."

"Because he's a dumb-shit," Rio declared.

"Rio," Tawny groaned, "be happy Zane has personality to spare, because you work really hard at having no other friends. I put up with your crap because Zane thinks the world of you and he's not been wrong about a person yet."

"Wow...Tawny, I'm so touched," Rio sneered sarcastically. Before anything else could happen I grabbed Rio by her nipple chain and elevated it rapidly.

"Ow, ow, ow..." whimpered Rio. "That hurts!"

"It supposed to," I glowered. "You are acting crazy. The Kappa Sigs are being nice and all you are doing is burning through the weekend time I've devoted to you." I let go and her hands flew up to her offended flesh.

"You had better kiss them and make them better," Rio glared at me while cupping her nipples.

"I promise," I pledged.

"Fine. Tawny...all you Kappa Sigs, I apologize for being...unfriendly," Rio ground out.

"Okay," Tawny allowed. "Now, Zane, what brings you here tonight?"

"Zane came here to see me," Leigh grinned, as she started tugging me toward the stairs.

"Leigh," Paris questioned, "don't you have a date tonight?" Leigh looked guilty.

"Zane, why are you here?" Tawny asked again.

"Actually, I need help with my English term paper. I'm doing it on Edmund Burke and I was hoping to use the UV library," I told her.

"Of course," Tawny nodded. "I'll get the pledges to figure what books and archival material we have on Burke and I'm sure we can find a few volunteers to check out what you need."

"Thanks, Tawny. And on that note, I do really have to get going. I promised Aunt Jill we'd help with dinner," I smiled. Tawny grinned in response and waved me away. A series of 'bye's followed, after which Rio and I made our way back home.

"So, are you upset that I didn't tell you what happened?" I inquired.

"Nah," Rio shrugged. "I imagine you were trying to avoid the beating I would have given you had I found out this morning."

"Thank you for understanding," I commented.

"No problem; you are my bro," she snorted.

"Do you still want me to work over your nipples?" I asked.

"Is the Pope Catholic?" Rio smirked.

Passing the Night in Confusion

I sat at one end of the sofa, Rio stretched out with her head in my lap as we digested our dinners. Jill sat on the chair closest to me, watching TV but stealing an overprotective glance my way from time to time. My aunt and I had a serious argument earlier about where Rio would sleep. She had insisted that Rio sleep in the guest room Barbie Lynn had used last weekend. I had held adamant to the fact that it didn't matter where we put her, Rio would end up in bed with me. I swore on the Bible that I wouldn't have sex with her if Jill relented and let Rio stay in my bed over the weekend instead. I won out through persistence and because I went down on my knees and begged.

To add to the weirdness, Rio was downright affectionate. No, she was not feeling me up or attempting to arouse me; she snuggled against me and would occasionally rub my knee while I stroked her hair, ear, and jawline gently. At 10:00 we agreed to call it a day. Rio was kind enough to only shed her jeans once we were in my room.

Rio draped an arm over my stomach and her thigh over my thigh as we drifted off to sleep. It was wonderful contact because the sexual elements were submerged to keep the moment uncomplicated. It was so special that I was disappointed when I woke up hours later with Rio lying on top of my body and my cock had, of course, responded. Damn it.

"Zane, there is someone at the window," she whispered to me. It then occurred to me that Rio had been crawling over me to get to my window, which was over a trellis. It was the route Leigh had used last week too. We both scooted off the bed and went to the window. It was Paris, not Leigh.

"Zane, Leigh needs you," Paris pleaded softly once we opened the window for her to get in.

"Let me get dressed," I responded quietly, this being necessary because I sleep in the nude.

"I'm coming too," Rio hissed. We quickly got on some jeans and I put on a shirt before we snuck through the house and out the front door. Bare-footed, we crossed over to the Kappa Sigma house and up to Leigh and Paris' room.

Leigh was curled up on her bed, a pillow hugged to her chest and her back to the door. Paris stepped aside and let me in. I padded up to Leigh's bed and sat beside her. Paris and Rio fidgeted by the door a bit before migrating toward Paris' bed where they could keep an eye on us.

"You don't need to be here," Leigh mumbled. She'd been crying.

"I heard a rumor that you needed someone to talk to," I teased her. She didn't comment for a bit.

"Zane, I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"About what?" I asked as I moved her so she was facing me on her side.

"The video; I didn't think about how badly it could impact your life -- what people would think of you," she muttered.

"Don't worry about it; I'll cope," I assured her. 

"I'm not sure I can," she simpered. 

"Tell me what happened," I encouraged. 

"There was this guy on campus I knew since last semester. Tuesday he asked me out. We went out on a date but he forgot his wallet so I paid for dinner, and we went back to his apartment to get it before heading out to a club," she told me.

"The thing was, he had two friends over and while he went to his room to get his wallet, they began talking about me...about you and me. I wanted to bolt but he convinced me to stay and have a drink. When I tried to leave they got physical, and only when I started screaming did they let me get out of there," she related.

"Who is he?" I asked calmly.

"No," Leigh sighed, "I don't want you to hurt him. It is my fault for not thinking that everyone would see me as a slut."

"You are not a slut and anyone who thinks so is an insecure ass and not worth your time. That video was a single snapshot of your life; it doesn't define you," I stated.

"But all those girls now treat you..." she murmured.

"If they treat me like crap, I move on. Listen Leigh, don't let a few people who could never look past your cup size ruin what was a good time for you, Paris, and I. We don't need them because we still have each other; right?" I insisted.

Leigh snuggled into me and sighed away some of her tension.

"Can you stay awhile?" Leigh asked softly.

"You have to ask Rio; this is her weekend after all," I reminded Leigh.

"Sure, he can stay," grumbled Rio playfully, "but scoot over; I'm joining you two."

I was on the outside, Leigh was tight up against me, her head pressed into my neck, and Rio was against the wall, her front pressed into Leigh's back and her arm over both of us.

"Zane, what am I going to do on Monday? What are they going to say now?" Leigh whispered.

"Laugh; laugh against the darkness, because while we can laugh, we cannot be defeated," I told her. "When someone asks about it, tell them he was such a disappointment you left."

"I was going to say, call him a psycho-rapist scumbag," Rio snarled, "but if you feel nice, listen to what Zane said." Leigh gave a weary snicker.

"Thanks, Paris," she called over to her roommate.

"You are welcome, Sister," Paris responded.

I set Leigh's alarm for four in the morning and settled in for a short night's rest. When the buzzing woke the three of us up, I rolled out of bed, Rio climbed out over Leigh, and we kissed Leigh goodbye. On the way down the stairs we stumbled across Tawny sitting by the pool.

"Hey, Zane, Rio," she said.

"Good morning, Tawny," I responded. Rio was silent.

"Zane, if she had given you his name, would you have gone and kicked his ass?" she questioned.

"No; that wouldn't have done Leigh any good. I'd have found another way to get at him, but I'd have taken my time," I replied. "I'd like to think I occasionally learn something."

"Thank you, Zane, for the answer and coming to help Leigh; you too, Rio," Tawny smirked.

"You know me," Rio chuckled, "I'll never pass up a chance to grab some of that cheap Sorority tail."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 13



"Rio, you have a good friend in Zane; don't lose him," Tawny advised her.

"I know; I'm getting a dog collar and leash for Christmas so I can keep him in line," Rio beamed to Tawny. Tawny chuckled and shook her head in amusement.

"Just for that, you get to sleep on the floor for the rest of the morning," I grumbled to Rio.

"You try that, Jungle-Boy," Rio snapped playfully as we made our way to the property line.

"I'm going to staple-gun your bra to the floor," I explained.

"I'm not wearing a bra," Rio snorted.

"Yeah, wrestling you into one is going to be half the fun," I teased her. Rio laughed and took off running. We were still snickering over events when we snuck back into my room.

~~~

Aunt Jill was curled up on my side of the bed asleep in her nightgown. Rio looked at me questioningly and all I could do was shrug. I walked over to the bell and knelt beside Jill.

"Zane...I came in to check on you and you two were gone," she yawned.

"Leigh had a bad date and Paris asked me to go over and have a talk with her," I related.

"Did you...have sex with her?" Jill asked as he propped herself up on one elbow. Her breasts nearly spilled out of the partially buttoned top. I tried not to ogle.

"No," Rio interjected. "He held her hand and let her rest her head on his shoulder until she fell asleep. Trust me; I kept an eye on them the entire time."

"Yes," I confirmed Rio's statement, "she had been treated shabbily and needed to talk to a guy."

"Zane, do you really want to be sneaking into young women's bedrooms well past midnight?" Jill inquired, somewhat exasperated. My initial answer would be 'Yes', but that certainly wouldn't be the correct one for right now.

"Jill, it would have been unchristian to have ignored a neighbor's request for aid," I suggested. "After all, it was Leigh that saw to it that I didn't totally screw up your new clothes collection." Jill digested that bit of news with conflicted emotions.

"Let's go to bed," I yawned. Jill stared at me, so I stepped over her and collapsed on the bed.

Rio winked at me and walked around to the far side of the bed, wiggled out of her jeans and climbed in on her side of the bed. I was still in my jeans mainly because I didn't have underwear on.

"Night, Aunt Jill," I muttered before dropping off.

It was inevitable that bedroom dynamics would push me to the edge of the bed. Rio has the habit of wrapping herself around her bed partner while she sleeps -- it is a body-heat issue. It seems that Jill does the same thing, so as the skyline went from night to grey, the heat of their combined bodies woke me up.

For a moment I thought I was the only one awake but I felt Rio's hand run along my thigh to my crotch. She moved her hand up and down over it for a few moments when I felt her head tilt and her look at me. Our eyes locked and a wicked glint came into her eyes. Her hand wandered over my hip to Jill's thigh that was resting there.

I incrementally shook my head but Rio flexed her eyebrows in amusement, refusing my warning. Instead, she inched Jill's gown up and began tracing a finger along its length. Jill stirred but fell silent in a moment.

"Don't!" I hissed. Rio gave me a toothy grin in response.

I couldn't move my arm that was pinned by Jill but I could maneuver the one next to Rio. I wiggled my arm between her legs and she ground against me, trying to press me too tight to get free. Upping her game, Rio reached up and scooped up Jill's right breast. Jill stirred and we both froze.

"Stop it!" I hissed.

"Her nipple is so hard in my hand," she taunted me. Jill shifted, causing her gown to shift up to her hips when her leg moved, and dropping her hand on my abdomen while pressing her groin against my wrist. When she went still, Rio went back to massaging her breast. First came the moans, then Jill's hips gently pumped against me, and finally her eyes sleepily opened.

Rio and I had shut our eyes barely a second ago but it seemed enough to make her believe we were still asleep. It took her another second to figure out where Rio's hand was, then another to figure out that pressure between her legs was my wrist and hand. She stiffened and held her breath. Slowly she started to untangle herself but I felt Rio's hand flex.

"Ah," Jill gasped. Her hand flattened against my stomach and her body trembled. Jill kept very still for several moments and I figured she'd take the opportunity to slip out of bed and let me settle down for some more sleep. She did move; her head rose and I'm sure she was looking over me and Rio for signs of life. 

She slowly put her head back down and moved her hand around in slow circles on my stomach. Jill kissed my shoulder softly but I elected to stir anyway, causing her to feign sleep as well. Rio couldn't let things go, though. She gave Jill's breast a squeeze, then another, followed by a low moan on my friend's part. I really needed to kick Rio.

Jill began to rub her crotch along my arm while flitting her hand down to the zipper on my jeans. Reflexively my hand stroked her thigh just below the panty line. For over a minute Jill kept her tempo against me slow but steady.

"Zane?" groaned Rio, pretending to just be awakened.

Jill slowly withdrew. Rio gave Jill's breast one last feel.

"That's not Zane," Rio whispered for dramatic effect, then louder, "Jill?"

"Oh...what? Huh?" Jill stammered. "Uhmmm...is that your hand?"

"Oh," Rio mused, then gave yet another squeeze, "Whoops; that would be me. Sorry."

"I...what are you doing?" Jill whispered.

"I was having this sweet dream," Rio grinned back.

"I...you...my," Jill questioned. I took that moment to stir and open my eyes.

"What's going on?" I yawned.

"Nothing," Jill declared abruptly. "I should get up and make breakfast."

"Jill, it is still dark outside," I smiled. "Let's go back to bed."

"I'll go to my bed, Zane. You get back to sleep and I'll wake you at 7:00," Jill assured me. She backed out of bed and quickly made for the door.

"You are going to pay for this," I grumbled to Rio. She rolled onto her stomach.

"That's right, Big Daddy, spank my bottom and call me a bad girl," she giggled.

"Oh, God!" I groaned to the ceiling. "You are incorrigible."

"If it is any consolation, I wuv you," Rio batted her eyelashes. I swatted her panty-covered bottom; she giggled and I willed myself back to sleep.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 14



*There is no firestorm without a spark, no ocean without a raindrop*

(Frontma comes through again, thank you)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

THE FIRST GAME

The first soccer game of the season was against Braydon College in Maryland. They were a very exclusive private co-ed college but were large enough to have both a women's and men's team. Today was Christina's second match-up against Braydon. Last year they had beaten her and she was holding a grudge, or so the scuttlebutt said.

As the half-time break rolled around, the teams had managed a 1-1 tie. Three Braydon players in their black shirts and burgundy shorts crossed the field and were intercepted by Christina, in white and gold, on the sidelines. A brief discussion ensued, then Christina looked over her shoulder and up into the stands close to where I was sitting with Rio. Iona was at my dorm...taking care of things.

Faith came up the stands to me with a quizzical look and motioned me to come with her.

"What's up, Faith?" I asked, as I stood up and followed her to the field. Rio followed along.

"Some of the Braydon players wanted to see you," Faith explained. "Who do you know at Braydon?"

"Not a clue," I shrugged. "I'd never even heard of the place until I saw the team's schedule." As we walked up, several more FFU players had gathered around the Braydon trio.

"I am Kinu Yamada, Captain of the Braydon Women's Soccer team and Kappa Sigma President," the leader turned and greeted me. "You...look better in other attire."

"They field test this stuff to be the ultimate in female repellent," I grinned, referring to my school uniform. "Now, is there something I can do for you? I'm afraid I don't know who you are."

"Well, Braydon's Kappa Sigmas are in a contest with several other houses for that Spring Break weekend with you and I wanted to see what we were getting into," Kinu grinned.

"Weekend?" Christina and I said simultaneously. "I recall the original offer being one night and Brianna Kincaid of Colorado State being the one I was pledged to," I added.

"We decided to up the ante for the purpose of a contest," Kinu stated. 

"What contest, Ms. Yamada?" Christina inquired with a guarded tone.

"The House with the best GPA and athletic record gets to send three sisters to share the weekend with Zane Braxton," Kinu explained.

"He agreed to this?" Christina questioned.

"He did not," I corrected. "Unless Briana releases me from my obligation, I can't do any of that stuff. She is the one I'm indebted to."

"She has done so for the sake of her sisterhood," Kinu informed me. "Are you still up for the challenge?"

"I'll do it for the sake of Lancaster's Kappa Sigma House, but I'll leave the final decision up to Christina, leader of our faction here at Freedom Fellowship," I declared.

Christina appeared to think it over a bit before finally nodding her head.

"FFU owes Tawny Flores and the rest of the local house a debt and if Zane is willing to pay it off for us, we'll support your contest and his decision – though it will take place at FFU's Spring Break location."

"I'll let everyone know," Kinu grinned before turning and crossing back to their side of the field.

"Christina, where is our Spring Break location?" I whispered to her.

"I haven't a clue, Zane. Christian school girls don't do Spring Break," she replied. "I'll come up with something." I wished her luck and headed up into the stands.

"Barely a B-cup, but did you catch the ass on that sweet slice of Asian cuisine?" Rio panted.

"I wouldn't know; those were the most intense brown eyes I've ever seen. That's a woman who knows what she wants and will cut a bloody swath to get it," I observed.

"So, you didn't notice her breast size?" Rio teased.

"I didn't say that – she's a 32 B, but she has large areoles and nipples as thick as my pinkie," I told her.

"How do you know that shit?" Rio gawked.

"Mom took me lingerie shopping when I was younger and I picked up on how the saleswomen did their jobs," I replied.

"Your Mom took you lingerie shopping? My Mom could barely tell me how to use a tampon," Rio griped.

"Mom told me that the only thing worse than buying a woman lingerie for her birthday was buying it in the wrong size," I related. "You buy those things on your birthday for your lady to look sexy in, for you to enjoy."

"Your Mom sounds pretty neat," Rio mused.

"Mom had a way of tricking you into thinking she was your friend, not your Mother, then she'd sneak this lesson in on you; like lingerie shopping, or not getting a pet you couldn't devote the time to," I told her. "She'd have loved you."

"Hardy – har – har," Rio snorted.

"Seriously, you're similar enough to have gotten along, but not so much that it would be creepy," I explained. "She didn't take crap from anyone; not my Dad, my Granddad, or even her old man. She'd never abandon a friend either."

"I'm not like that, Zane," Rio muttered sadly.

"If you've left someone, it was because they weren't your friend, Rio," I assured her.

"You are such an idiot," she grumbled, but she did put her hand in mine. "Let's fuck tonight."

"Nope; we promised Jill we wouldn't, and besides, next time I nail you I want you on all fours, with me pounding your cunt raw while yanking your head back with a big handful of your hair," I envisioned for us. "Would you like that?"

"Damn straight," Rio licked her lips.

"Well, tough, next time we get together I'm going to make long, passionate love to you," I grinned.

"I prefer option A," she prodded me.

"I know, but that's only because you've never had option B," I countered.

"Zane, sometimes a girl wants to be treated like a cheap slut," Rio instructed.

"Has someone ever spent a whole night devoted to nothing less than having sex with you?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," Rio grumbled. "I'm freaking Cleopatra. I've got guys lining up the block."

"Well, damn; I guess we are back to bending you over and slamming you like a cheap slut," I teased.

"I see I'm too much of a woman for you," she sneered with amusement.

"That's a challenge I'm willing to take up, Rio. If you think you can stand up to whatever I can think up for you, I'm willing to prove you wrong," I grinned.

"I'll make it fun; I'll bring Mercy and have her be a piece of furniture," Rio suggested.

"I still don't know how that happened," I said, in reference to Rio's relationship to Mercy.

"I'm not sure either," Rio confessed. "Maybe being such a pervert myself, I bring out perversions in those around me. Only Iona seems immune."

"Oh, it looks like Rhaine, Joy, Mercy, and I are going to have a round two," I remembered.

"Oh, I want part of that," Rio brightened up, "I am going to fuck Rhaine so hard she won't walk straight for a week. You let her off too easy last time."

"No," I shook my finger. "I'm not sure how this is going to play out so if you want Rhaine, you are going to have to seduce her all on your own."

"Crapola," Rio bitched. "I'll have to settle for corrupting Felicity first but I'll get Rhaine one day, mark my words."

Our attention was drawn back to the game when Opal scored our second goal of the day, propelling us to the lead. Apparently, the battle had become quite brutal while Rio and I had been talking. There was nothing like woman-on-woman combat to keep Rio's attention and for the rest of the second half we watched the game with interest.

In the end, FFU pulled it out 4-3, but that was only because both goalies put in heroic performances. No one charged the field after the final seconds slipped away because apparently they frown on that in the United States, but I still made my way down to congratulate my fellow students.

In the gentle press of bodies I came across Opal who spun on me, jumped into my arms and took my breath away with a kiss. Since this was not the norm for FFU student interaction, I did my best to look embarrassed while keeping Opal pressed up against me. 

"Congrats on the win," I smiled.

"We get to keep you," Opal exulted. Huh? "Christina told us that if we lost, we had to give you to Braydon for the rest of the day and night, but we showed them, didn't we?"

"Yes...right, you sure did," I stuttered. A few more teammates stopped by and gave me a slap on the back...or butt...while I hung onto Opal, but I had to disentangle myself because I still wanted to have a word with Christina.

I hadn't traveled ten more feet when Kinu appeared before me.

"Sorry," she told me with a smile.

"Sorry, for losing?" I questioned. Her ponytail had become ragged during the game so I pushed some strands out of her face and hooked them behind her ear, which only made her smile broader.

"No. I'm sorry we won't have another chance at you until Regionals," she grinned lasciviously.

"There is something I don't get; you are a co-ed school. I'm the only guy on this campus, which explains some of my charm, but you look like you could have any guy on your campus you want, so what's up with this contest?" I inquired.

"I don't know," she chuckled, "but it could be that you fuck like a stallion and a girl feels like a million bucks when you are done. You know, something like that." She reached out and ran her fingers down my chest to the top of my pants. "One thing; get a fake ID because I know any girl who gets you is going to want to take you to a few clubs – you need to look 21."

"Yeah," Rio snorted, "because Zane doesn't have enough problems with the law already."

"Excuse me," Christina said right after that, putting her hand on Kinu's. "I believe any confusion concerning Zane has been rectified."

"For now," Kinu allowed, looking from my eyes to Christina's. "See you at Regionals."

Kinu turned and with a flip of her long ponytail made her way to the far side of the field.

"You wagered Zane!" Rio squawked to Christina, "After all the crap you give him?"

"We won so we don't have to worry about what Kinu would have made him do," the Queen answered.

"Shower up," I saluted Christina, "and congratulations on the win. I know you were looking forward to it."

"We look forward to winning every game," Christina grinned.

"So do I; maybe we can celebrate later at the Solarium," I suggested.

"We have to take the Braydon team out to a late lunch, then the post-game meeting with the Coach, but maybe later," Christina allowed. She turned and sauntered away and I was more than willing to watch that ass move beneath those shorts.

"She is so going to kill you when she finds out," Rio whispered in my ear.

"She'll forgive me, but it may take some time," I explained. "When she sided with me, she accepted a certain degree of ruthlessness on my part."

"You think you are being ruthless?" Rio sneered.

"When you have everything else in life, what you value most is trust, Rio," I stated. "Now let's go see how my room is getting along."

Dana Gorman was righteously pissed when she came storming up to my dorm 'room'. A dozen students rapidly made themselves scarce as word of her imminent arrival was made known.

"I don't know how you did this, Zane, but I'm putting a stop to this right now," she snapped.

"What? Everything I'm doing, I have permission for," I grinned, and I was pretty happy she didn't knock my teeth out of my head when she rounded on me.

"That's bullshit! You forged my signature on those entry permits," she snarled.

"Nope. You signed them, though it is most likely you thought you were signing something else at the time," I confessed.

"This isn't some kind of game," she countered. "All of this stuff is going back to wherever you bought it from."

"Hauling things away will be on your dime," I said. "You and the Chancellor did give me permission to fix my place up and that is what I've done. You will note that all my contractors are women, per school regulations."

"And all this furniture? When did we give permission to have all of this put in?" Gorman countered.

"You may not like it but I'm not doing anything illegal," I pointed out.

"It doesn't mean I can't tear it all down," she growled.

"Dana, you and the other facility promised me this space. Go ahead and tear it all down. I'll just find another way to do it," I promised.

"You are an insufferable little prick," she hissed.

"Yeah, I can be," I agreed, "but at least I haven't done all of this for my sole benefit. I made it for the whole freshman class." Dana looked around the room. "It is not like I need the whole floor for myself, after all."

"What have you done?" she grumbled.

"I've made a place for the freshman class to hang out. Since it is my dorm room, they are safe from upper classmen," I reminded her. Gorman glared at me, then went back to soaking up the surroundings.

"Wide-Screen TVs...drink dispensers...what is that?" Dana observed.

"Uhmmm...our hot tub," I grinned nervously.

"And that..." the coach continued.

"Those would be the showers and the sauna," I answered.

"Zane, have you lost your God-damn mind?" Dana seethed. "We are not going to let you keep any of that stuff."

"Well, it is 4:00 o'clock now and the installers are either finished or almost finished, so I guess you can try to find someone willing to take it down tomorrow but that's going to cost an arm and a leg," I mused. Dana rounded on me and stuck her finger in my face.

"Zane...I...grrrrrrrrr," she growled. "Aarrgghh!" she howled, then stormed off back downstairs. Iona came skulking up to my side.

"Did we pull it off?" she whispered.

"Yeah...yeah, I think we did," I responded. Cordelia and Paige came right up behind her.

"So, can we hook up the satellite dishes now?" Cordelia asked.

"I don't think she'll be back tonight so I'd appreciate it if you got it done before dark," I told her.

"One thousand channels coming up," Cordelia smirked, "and I have to say, this is going to be my second favorite place to hang out."

"I don't know, Cordelia," Paige said in a considerate tone, "what can help you deal better with a hard day of coding than a sauna and a V-8?"

"Was that all you are interested in?" Iona questioned. "I was curious why I found you crawling under the covers of Zane's bed." The albino Paige blushed furiously.

"The sensation is far superior when you do it naked, Paige," I stated with a gleam in my eye. "Feel free to come by sometime and try it out." Instead of responding, Paige stalked off to fix up the telecommunications gear. Cordelia snickered and followed after her.

"Where is Rio?" Iona wondered.

"She went hunting for Mercy, but she needs to get back in the next half hour if I'm going to make it back to Jill's by five," I informed her.

The plan had been one part deception and one part splitting of resources. We had let the powers that be know the move was being made Sunday when it was really happening today. With the first game of the season, we had campus security looking at the game and not at us. We had the proper forms for what we were accomplishing that baffled the few security types we had to deal with.

By the time Coach Gorman broke free from the team, it was essentially too late to stop us. Monday would bring what Monday would bring, but today we had our victory. Besides, we had the new door in place and that would make any operations by the administration against my digs much harder. My contractors informed me they would have everything up and running by 9:00 tonight.

Rio was the first to arrive but Christina and company arrived with the three Kappa Sigmas from Braydon – almost all of them expecting to see a single room. Christina was once more pissed with me and I knew that attitude would get worse before it got better.

"Christina, and ladies, please come with me to my room. I have an important situation to discuss," I pleaded. Catching sight of Brandi, I flagged her over. "Brandi, could you show our guests from Braydon around while I take care of a piece of personal business?"

"Kinu, Kappa Sigmas from Braydon, I'll be with you in a minute and apologize for the delay," I told them with a nod of the head before heading off to my room and activating the rooms 'cut off' switch. Rio and Iona came with me, along with Christina, Hope, Chastity, Heaven, and Faith.

"You told the Seniors that you were doing this on Sunday and I made plans for us to help you, Zane," Christina rounded on me.

"I apologize for the deception, but it was necessary to finding out something important; namely, who was spying on you," I informed everyone in the room but Rio. I hadn't even told Iona the whole truth.

"What was the purpose of this deception, Zane, this lie?" Christina questioned me harshly.

"Someone in this room betrayed Heaven's secret and a few other pieces of information that have been floating around a very small circle of people, things like me moving in today," I began. "Oh, and Iona doesn't know the secret, so Iona, I hope you understand that certain things are not for me to share with you, but I trust you enough to have you here with me now."

"So that's why you told Hope and I your little secret about today," Chastity stated coldly. "You were testing us. I'm not sure I like that." Hope looked even less pleased.

"Yes and no; I actually was only testing Hope. I already knew you weren't the one," I replied to Chastity. Again, Hope didn't seem all that happy.

"But I didn't get raided today so it wasn't either of you. For obvious reasons, Christina isn't spying on herself, and it would be a cold day in Hell before Heaven would betray Christina...so, Faith, you have been working with the Chancellor against us," I laid it out. Faith gasped fearfully.

"Faith has been with me since sophomore year," Christina defended her friend, "which is a sight longer than I've known you."

"Two things: it had to be someone who knew that secret, and only the people in this room, one police officer, and the Chancellor know. The cop didn't betray us and Rio didn't know until after the threat," I clarified.

"If you have another explanation of the facts, please let me know," I confronted Christina. "Face it, the Chancellor knew you would be a force at this University late in your freshmen year, so she chose someone to get close to you – to keep an eye on you so she could manipulate you when the time came."

Christina refused to believe me but I noted Heaven, Hope, and Chastity were all staring at Faith.

"It's not so," Faith declared.

"Oh, I guess you want to see all the logs of your communications with the Chancellor, then, eh, Faith?" I goaded her. "You weren't as careful as you thought."

"Oh, God," Faith whispered. "No..."

"Damn it, Faith," Christina rumbled, "that was the most obvious trick in the book. He had no other evidence against you. He fooled you. After all, he didn't even know it was you until late this morning." She placed a hand on Heaven's shoulder because Heaven was about to lose it.

"I'd thank you, Zane," Christina said in a suddenly weary voice, "but what I really want to do is punch your lights out."

"What do we do about Faith?" Chastity questioned.

"Nothing," I butted in.

"This doesn't involve you," Hope grumbled.

"I beg to differ," I said, "I like all of you and it pisses me off that you are suffering, but this isn't Faith's fault; it is the Chancellor's. If you dump on Faith, she will know we've discovered Faith's role. If we do nothing, we can now feed information to her, but only what we want her to know."

"Butt out, Zane," Heaven responded coldly.

"No. If you fight yesterday's battles, we get our asses kicked. There is no profit in it for us," I kept hammering away.

"She was our friend and she betrayed us," Chastity fired away. "You wouldn't understand."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 14



"What? Oh, hell no!" I snapped. "I had to sit there and take her threats about Heaven with a smile on my face, and then I had to crack a joke about it when I knew she was capable of breaking Heaven's heart. Don't you dare tell me I am not invested in this fight. She comes after me, that's fine, but when she comes after my friend, she must pay."

"I may not have been with you for the past three years but don't you dare tell me I'm not invested in this fight; that's insulting," I growled.

"Zane is right," Christina declared decisively. "We will act normal the rest of the day and tonight, we five will decide what to do next. Yes, Faith, I'm including you. We were once friends, after all." That last bit stung Faith a bitter blow.

Christina took Heaven by the hand and led her out of my room with Faith trailing along. Hope regarded me with narrowed eyes and an icy anger.

"Hope," Chastity intervened, "he trusted you with the right answer. He trusted you with his plans."

"He had us set up Christina ... and Faith," Hope seethed back.

"And if he didn't? Would one of us have hunted Faith down, revealed the traitor? Hope," Chastity explained, "we couldn't do this – turn on one of our own – so we kind of left that burden on Zane, so I don't feel right hating him for trying to keep us safe, again."

Hope stormed out of the room. Chastity gave me a helpless shrug then followed.

"I'm stunned," muttered Iona once they were gone. "We had a traitor in our midst?"

"Zane's not a total idiot," Rio joked.

"I'm stunned too," I stated.

"By what?" Iona asked. "Didn't this go according to your plan, whatever that was?"

"No, I am stunned Rio kept her mouth shut the entire time," I grinned. Rio punched me in the arm. For me, that helped break the unbearable tension I was feeling right then.

"I see your point," Iona smiled shyly. "Ow," Iona peeped, as Rio punched her too.

There was still work to be done and Rio and I only had an hour to spare before heading back to Jill's. It was still wonderful to see freshmen take a look around and seeing 'their' space coming together. I even caught Kinu and company taking pictures of the place.

"This will look nice on your web page," Kinu told me.

"Web page?" I questioned, then pinned Iona in place with a glance. "Please, tell me about my web page."

"It has all your background information, plus tons of photographs and videos of you here on campus as well as you back at your house, or the Kappa Sigma House," 

"Yay me," I cheered sarcastically.

"There's this really nice one of you out in the woods," Kinu gave me a sly grin. "It was really...intriguing how you picked out each sister despite their masks. I can appreciate a man with an eye for detail."

"Thanks, but a little more privacy in my life wouldn't suck," I groaned.

"Cheer up, Zane," Kinu tipped my chin down close to her lips, "you have a fan club."

"I don't pursue women to create a fan base; I do it because women are the best thing in the world, bar none," I told her.

"That is why it is going to be such a pleasure owning you this spring," Kinu smiled. "Now, don't forget that ID." With that, she turned and walked away. Both of the women with her ran their hands across my stomach before following Kinu away.

"Zane, I don't like the sound of that," Iona mumbled. "They treat you like a piece of meat."

"It is his piece of meat they are interested in, those Sorority sluts," Rio snickered.

"Well, I wish I could go to Spring Break so I could look after you," Iona sighed.

"Of course, you and Rio are going with me," I looked amused. "Who else is going to protect me from doing something stupid?"

"Certainly not me," chirped Rio. "Doing-Stupid-Shit is my middle name."

"That explains so much about you," Iona quipped to Rio. "I don't think my parents will let me go anyway."

"Lie to them," Rio responded.

"No, tell them it is a learning experience and that about a dozen girls...and me...will be watching over you," I told her, "Your parents trust you and for good reason."

"Will I be able to spend some time with you while I'm there?" Iona asked me.

"Sure. Let me know what you want to do," I hugged her.

"I hope it is Florida," Iona smiled. "I want to go to Disney World again. It was so much fun the other three times my family went."

"For the love of God!" gasped Rio, "Tranquilize me first." I chuckled, Rio scowled, and we set off to do a little more work before the day was done.

BREAKING DOWN WALLS; MENDING FENCES

It was five minutes until 8:00 in the evening when the doorbell rang. Jill virtually catapulted herself from the chair she'd been fidgeting in and raced to answer it.

"Hunting time," Rio grinned with predatory glee, and I found myself praying that Felicity left wearing something more than a confused, yet dreamy, smile on her face.

Jill welcomed Mrs. Rochelle Wellington, the Mayor's wife, and Felicity Tolliver, fiancé to Rochelle's youngest son, into our house. Rio and I stood as they entered the room. Felicity had an open and friendly expression on her face while Rochelle was much more guarded and unsure.

"Hey ladies, thank you for coming by tonight," I greeted them.

"Mrs. Wellington, I've been making extra notes on last meetings discussions I'd like to go over with you," I said with my most disarming smile.

"Felicity, we've done this incredible renovation project at school – we students – and I'd like to show you all we've accomplished so you can...ya know...give us some pointers as to what to do next," Rio beamed with a frivolity that I found personally terrifying.

"Okay," Felicity grinned back at Rio. "Let's see what you have." I kind of felt sorry for Felicity; she wasn't taking Rio too seriously and had no idea of the carnivore that lurked just beneath the younger woman's exterior. Rochelle Wellington was far more cautious.

"Greetings, Zane. I am happy to help the newest member of my committee adjust," Rochelle told me.

I quickly cracked open my laptop and moved aside so that Rochelle could join me as I went over this and that from the last meeting. 

"Felicity and Jill, why don't we go check out some of the rooms Jill's already done and see what we can come up with," Rio suggested. Jill seemed a little nervous so Felicity stepped in.

"I'd love to see what Ms. Braxton has done with her home. I always admired this old house, but Lance wanted something on the north side of town," Felicity sighed.

"I tried to make things very homey," Jill informed them. "I didn't have much to work with. My late husband and I didn't have many possessions."

"I think you did a fine job, Jill," Rio poured it on. "Zane considers this his home and looks forward to coming here on the weekends." That seemed to perk things up.

"But why are you here, Rio? Are you Zane's...girlfriend?" Felicity wondered.

"Oh, no," Rio laughed. "My family is in Arizona and Zane knows I'm alone here, so he and Jill have taken me under their wing and made me feel like a daughter...and a sister."

How Jill stopped herself from choking at the...exaggeration was putting it kindly...was beyond me. It did show me that Rio could be personable and manipulative if she so desired. The three women headed off to the dining room, leaving me with Rochelle.

"Why don't we move to the kitchen?" I suggested to her. "Working over the coffee table isn't good for our backs."

"Oh," she clearly studied me, "okay, if you think that's best." We moved to the bar in the kitchen and I behaved myself for all of five minutes. I started bringing up her ideas that had been somewhat ill-received and showed her what work I had done on them.

"I'm not sure how much of this matters," she sighed. "I don't think I have the votes."

"Don't give up. After all, I have the tie-breaking vote now," I reminded her.

"Oh...I hadn't considered you a voting member but I suppose you are right. I admit, I didn't see you hanging around all that long, being a young man and all," she explained.

"Why would I not want to stay? I had fun," I countered.

"I would imagine a young man would have better things to do than hang out with a bunch of old ladies," she said.

"If I find a bunch of old ladies, I'll let you know," I grinned. "Besides, I had some friends go over some of the suggestions you put forth and they created some 3-D images for you to present next Wednesday," I related, as I began opening the first program.

"Oh, my," Rochelle murmured. As she got the hang of things, she maneuvered through the presentations and rotated the pictures. 

"Are you hot?" I inquired. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"That would be nice," she agreed. "Do you have tomato or orange juice?"

"We have that, and we have beer and Scotch too," I grinned.

"Oh, please," she moaned, "I could use a good Scotch. It has been a long week." While I prepared a double Scotch for her and a beer for myself, Rochelle took off her jacket and laid it on the bar. I handed her the glass when I returned.

"That's smooth," she commented after a sip. "I don't like this," she pointed to a feature on the screen. "How do I alter it?" I reached around her, pressing my body onto her side and back gently.

"Here you go, do this and this." I highlighted the keys she needed to use to get the desired effects. I could tell she was distracted, both physically and intellectually.

Rochelle hesitantly moved some features around for a few seconds so I chose to back off for a minute.

"I want to do this," she requested, "without changing..."

"Oh, okay. Let's try this," I answered, while wrapping her in my arms once more. This time I held the embrace longer, and when I withdrew, my hand rested on her far shoulder.

"This is really good work, Zane," Rochelle turned her head to complement me only to find my face a few inches away. She gulped and looked at me with a certain level of confliction.

"Really, it was this small group of girls at school who did the real work. Isn't that always the case, women doing all the real work so some guy can get the credit?" I teased her.

"Why...why did they do this for you?" she stammered.

"They go to our church, of course," I smiled. "What did you think I did, seduce them?"

"I...no, definitely not," Rochelle blushed, and turned back to the screen. "You are such a nice boy."

"I wouldn't go that far, Mrs. Wellington. I am afraid I'm begging forgiveness most Sunday mornings," I joked.

"Oh, come on now," she mused, "what do you have to talk to Jesus about?"

"Impure thoughts," I confessed.

"Well, you go to an all-girls school," she said. "I'm sure that gives you ample opportunity."

"What makes you think I'm not being tempted right now?" I suggested.

"Oh...I guess you could be," she replied quietly.

"I'm glad we got that out of the way," I sighed.

"What? Got what out of the way?" she asked.

"It's hard to tell a lady that she's attractive without it being taken the wrong way," I lied. I had every intention of her taking this the 'wrong' way. "It is that I've always found you very beautiful but was unsure how you would take it."

"I'm a married woman," she declared, but severely lacked conviction.

"Absolutely, and we both understand the limitations of our relationship because of that," I continued.

"Limitations?" she questioned.

"Well, I can do this," I kissed her on the neck below the ear, "and we both know that it is only something between friends."

"Aaahhh...good," she moaned. "I mean, it is good we understand our boundaries." I went back to kissing her neck, then went up to her ear. Rochelle remained patiently still under my passion for a long time. "I want to take another look at this diagram," she suddenly said.

She didn't pull away, though, instead, working away steadily on the keyboard while I let my lips play along her exposed flesh and my hands roamed her shoulders. She kept a steady patter of conversation going as I deviated farther and farther from her shoulders, around her back, to the sides of her breasts.

"Your top button," I whispered to her. 

"Button..." she murmured. She looked to my eyes, then followed them down to her cleavage. I saw the mental struggle going on inside her, lust versus a loveless marriage. I imagine she convinced herself this was all harmless fun because her trembling hands undid not only the first button, but the second one as well.

"Beautiful," I complimented her quietly. "You are very beautiful, Rochelle." She didn't say anything but she sat up straighter and stuck out her chest with more confidence. My left hand edged around the side of her breast and took that orb into my hand and began massaging it, exciting her nipple through her satin blouse and silk bra.

My right hand followed a similar path, but at the base of the breast I roamed down along the fleshy roll of her stomach to her belt, rubbing along and kneading the pliant tissue. She was slightly embarrassed about it at first, but as it became clear I was enjoying it, even excited by the feel of her, she let her tension flee and her enjoyment expanded.

By the time Rio and the others returned, Rochelle was moaning against me and I had my left hand inside her right bra cup and was rolling her nipple along my palm. Her breathing was heavy, she'd ceased playing at the keyboard, and her eyes were closed. I kissed her on the cheek one more time.

"Damn it," I whispered angrily, "I don't want to let you go."

I did let her go, though. I removed my hands and stood up, giving Rochelle both room and cover as she straightened her shirt.

"Well, thank you, Zane," Rochelle told me as she rose. "You've given me several things to think over for next Wednesday's meeting. Felicity, are you ready to go? I'm sure we've used up enough of the Braxton's time for tonight."

"It has been our pleasure, Mrs. Mayor," Jill bubbled. "Anything we can do to help you or your family, please don't hesitate to ask."

"I'll see you at church, Felicity," Rio smiled. "I'll bring Barbie Lynn along as well." I knew of no sexual tie between Barbie and Felicity, but Barbie Lynn had grown up a lot since they'd last met.

Rochelle's face flickered with indecision but fastened onto a smile as she reached the door. For my part, I kept a steady, intense gaze on her. Rio managed to sneak a hug in on Felicity while Jill struggled to not be too embarrassed by the whole affair. As the door shut, Jill leaned against it with a sigh of relief.

"See, Aunt Jill," Rio grinned, "nobody died. We behaved ourselves."

"Of course you did," Jill recovered quickly. "I never doubted either of you for an instant."

"Thank you for that, Jill," Rio said with a straight face. I could tell Rio's bullshit factor was working overtime. Hypocrisy was one of her pet peeves.

"Okay, it is Saturday night and nearly 9:00 o'clock," I chimed in. "Time for the SFY movie of the week: Mega-Dinocroc vs Super-Python."

"My brain bleeds from just thinking about that title," Rio groaned. "I can't wait to see how bad this is."

"I'll go get some study-work for my Bible class tomorrow," Jill stated, before fleeing the room.

"I'm going to put on as little clothes as possible in hopes of making this evening actually mean something," Rio snickered, then followed Jill up the stairs.

"I'm going to put on some shorts for basically the same reason," I chased after Rio.

We all managed to get to our various rooms intact and Rio and I began stripping down. I was pulling up my shorts over my naked body when I caught Rio staring at me.

"Hey," I smiled at her warmly.

"Hey. Zane, why are we so comfortable around one another?" she asked quietly.

"I trust you, Rio. Do you trust me?" I asked. She regarded me speculatively.

"Ah, you are full of crap," she sneered. That was 'Rio-speak' for 'Yes'. She finished getting dressed, which was being liberal with the definition of the word. She had on string-tied pink and white striped panties and a medium blue crop top that barely covered her nipples.

"Oh, come on," I sighed, "are you trying to give Jill a coronary?"

"What? Is the top too much?" she giggled. "Should I go without it?"

"Nah, keep it," I nodded. "I want to roll the top up before I feast on those nipples."

"Hey, now," Rio said as she headed for the door, "who says you are getting any tonight?"

"I'm relying on my undeniable sexual magnetism to woo you over," as I followed her out the door and down the stairs. Jill wasn't down yet so I chased a squealing Rio over to the sofa and pinched her tight little ass. When I had her up against the back of the sofa, I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her hard from behind.

Rio fought against me, thrashing and giggling the entire time until I began kissing her shoulders and neck.

"Oh, you bastard," she moaned lustfully, as she rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks. "I swear, I'm going to get this before this weekend is gone, if I have to rape you on the damn church altar."

With that imagery, I was barely able to untangle myself from Rio before Jill caught us as she came downstairs. Jill settled into her chair and gave Rio a deeply suspicious glance. Rio countered by getting up, walking over to Jill, and surprising her with a deep hug.

"Thanks, Jill. I know the reason you are putting up with this is because you love Zane, but thanks anyway," Rio told her, face to face, only an inch apart.

"Rio...it is just...you...could be wearing more clothes," Jill stammered.

"But Jill, my body isn't as nice as yours, so if I'm going to torment Zane, I have to wear less," Rio pouted innocently. I was wondering if I could wedgy her to the ceiling fan.

"Zane...my body...less clothing," Jill continued to struggle. "Why are you tormenting Zane?"

"Well," she stood up from Jill, "he clearly thinks you are hot, so if I want to get his attention, I have to dress like this," Rio presented herself with a shimmy that brought the bottom of her shirt to the tip of her nipples.

"But I'm Zane's Aunt," Jill protested. "He can't think of me..."

"Jill, you are hotter than a lot of the girls fawning all over him on campus. I know he comes here to get away from it all, but I'm sure the way you dress just drives him nuts...of course he loves you too much to tell you," Rio kept piling on the bullshit. 

"What do you mean?" Jill wondered.

"Rio, stop it," I ordered, "Jill, don't worry about it. Rio is being Rio."

"Zane, I'm only telling her that if she dressed more like the girls normally around you dress, you wouldn't be so...distracted by her normal bedroom attire," Rio grinned evilly at me.

"But you are in your underwear," Jill pointed out.

"Of course," Rio turned to her. "This is what Zane sees all the time so it is perfectly normal," Rio utterly and completely lied. It was perfectly normal for girls to dress like that in my bedroom, but they totally drove me nuts doing so. "They all wear t-shirts and panties, so I have to wear this teeny tiny top because your breasts are so much nicer."

Jill actually looked down and examined her breasts.

"There is nothing happening between Zane and I," Jill protested.

"Oh, no one thinks otherwise," Rio grinned. "Nothing would ever happen, though there is this obvious attraction between the both of you."

"Rio – sit – now," I snapped.

"Yes, Master," Rio chirped, turning to me and looking very contrite and even pathetic. She took baby steps over to the sofa and knelt beside me. Since Jill couldn't see her face, Rio beamed at me like the Devil herself.

"Jill, I apologize. Rio has an overly developed and perverse sense of humor," I sighed.

"I don't understand. What has she been talking about?" Jill was clearly baffled.

"Rio thinks you are very pretty and is a bit jealous, so she was yanking your chain," I replied.

"Please don't beat me, Master," Rio pleaded desperately. I glared fiery death at her.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 14



"Zane, don't hit her," Jill gasped.

"Oh, I'm not going to hit her," I growled. "Slave, suck my toes," I commanded Rio as I reclined on the sofa. She gave me an 'Oh, hell no, you didn't say that' look. "Get to it," I sneered. If she wanted to play this game, I was more than happy to screw her with it.

"Yes, Master," she snipped. She waddled on her knees down to my feet and began to suck on my right big toe. It did occur to me that she might bite it off.

"Don't make her do that, Zane...it is degrading," Jill murmured.

"Oh! You could spank me instead," Rio exclaimed.

"Rio, I'm making up a very short list of people who know you are here with me," I threatened her. Rio was clearly not deterred.

"Jill, isn't spanking a great way to teach a lesson?" Rio asked Jill while teasing me.

"I guess so," Jill said hesitantly.

"Oh, Zane," Rio squealed, as she hurled herself across my lap, "be gentle." Jill was speechless.

"So, this is how you want to play this?" I whispered to Rio. She wiggled her rump in response. I looked to Jill for her to make some sort of protest but she was clearly lost. "Fine," I murmured. I reached around to Rio's rear panty line. I slowly pulled the far side over to her ass crack and tucked it in tightly.

"Ooohhh," Rio purred. I pulled the closer half into her butt as well, creating quite a tight fit and exposing both of her cheeks to my attention. I smacked the far cheek, Rio jolted slightly, then I switched to the near cheek. I went back and forth seven times before I could smell Rio's arousal from her sex.

"I think that will do for now," I announced. Rio began to slide off but I stopped her. "Jill, could you get some skin cream? I'm sure Rio's ass is pretty red hot." Jill looked us over. With Rio pinning me to the sofa there was little choice; she got up and headed for the bathroom.

"I love you so much," Rio purred quietly to me.

"Yes?" I queried.

"You are going to make Jill put lotion on my ass. I want to have your babies," Rio gushed from the mere suspicion of my intentions. "You are such a fucking pervertI love it." Jill's rapid return ended Rio's praise but didn't erase the smile from her face.

"Jill, could you please put the lotion on Rio?" I asked. "I'm afraid if I move my hands, she'll slide to the floor." Jill was definitely not warming up to the idea.

"Please, Jill," Rio pleaded, "Zane burned up my poor little bottom." I thought Rio was selling it too hard but what the hell did I know? I was only trying to watch my movie in peace.

Since I was stretched out on the sofa and Rio was on my lap, there was no place for Jill to position herself except for kneeling beside and somewhat behind Rio. Dutifully, she upturned the lotion over Rio's left cheek.

"Mmmm," Rio murmured. Jill began rubbing it in with her fingertips, resulting in Rio relaxing against me. This went on for five minutes before I had to call a stop to it because Rio began biting the sofa pillow in sexual frustration.

"Thank you, Jill," I told her gently, "that should be enough. Right, Rio?"

"Oh," she moaned, "don't make her stop."

"I think that is enough too," Jill gulped, stood, and left the room. I reached around Rio's backside and drove a finger into her soaked, panty-covered pussy, driving the fabric in deep.

"Keep at it, Zane," Rio moaned. "Jill's gotten me all worked up; now ram it home."

"Sorry, Babe," I taunted her as I drew my finger out, sucked off her juices, "I'm only interested in a test drive."

"Oh," she groaned, "you fucker. I'm so horny!" She rubbed my cock through my shorts. "Someone else is pretty horny too. Take me upstairs and fuck me. I promise I'll be quiet."

"Zane, Rio, I'm going to bed. Don't stay up; we have church tomorrow at 9:00," Jill called from the stairs.

"Good Night, Jill," Rio and I chimed in together. Jill went upstairs and Rio crawled up my body until we were face to face.

"Why are you fighting me on this?" Rio questioned intently.

"I can't tell you how important it is knowing you are at my side," I confided in her. "I don't want you just for sex; I want you, craziness and all, because you fill a void in my life that I thought would never heal." 

"Zane, we have almost nothing in common. You are wealthy and I'm all but cut off by my family; people love you and hate me; you always have plans and I just want to get drunk," Rio protested. "Why are we together?"  

"I don't know," I responded. "It feels right, me and you, and I tend to go with my gut on such things."

"Zane, I tend to destroy everything around me. There is no one waiting for me in Arizona. I chose to hang out with totally useless fuckers because I didn't want anyone close. Hell, I used and abused you on our first day, but you keep coming back for more," Rio pondered. "I figured by now I'd be back behind bars or tunneling under the school walls."

"Instead, I have these bimbos greeting me on campus like they know me or something. Where in the hell do they get off telling me to have a 'Blessed Day'? Since I've met you, my life's made no sense," Rio continued. "Damn it, I have girls looking out for me...Me! I'm the troublemaker; I'm supposed to be the one everyone is looking to avoid, not looking to help, and it's all your fault."

"You are my friend. I'd move mountains for you if I could. Don't ask me to tell you why, but I am, and that means I stand by you no matter what," I confessed. "And don't knock the whole Christian thing. The girls here...a good number of them anyway...believe in the tenents of Christianity, and that's not a bad thing."

"To put down someone for their actions is to put yourself in God's place of judgment, and that's the sin of hubris; that's not Christianity," I explained. "We each live by our own moral code and while you and I are a bit out there, no one can tell us we are wrong because they don't know. They make this morality shit up."

"Seriously, if Jesus had thought it was really important that homosexuality or pre-marital sex was wrong, all he had to do was turn to an Apostle and say so. What, ten words max? Homosexuality and pre-marital sex is wrong. Don't do it. Was that hard?" I pointed out. "Rio, I think by ignoring them, you've actually paid credence to their beliefs, whomever you are fighting."

"You don't need that crap, and if you ever are in a moral quandary, ask Iona. She'll know what to do," I finished up.

"Ms. Whitebread, telling me what to do? That's rich," Rio tried to sound snide but couldn't fight the grin crossing her lips...admitting she had one friend was tough – fessing up to having two was going to be nearly impossible for her tonight.

Rio crawled up my body until she rested her head beneath my chin and settled in. I cut the sound on my movie up but I'd already missed the clear, concise dialogue that explained how a 200 foot snake that was as fast as a bullet train could hide in a downtown metropolis. Of course, I would have been hiding like mad too, if an armor-plated monstrosity that bounced battleship shells off its back was looking to lunch down on me. I love SYFY.

"Zane, can I have your car keys?" Rio said ten minutes later.

"Sure. Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm going to go get Barbie Lynn so she can distract your ass and let me change the God-damn channel. This movie makes my brain hurt," Rio groaned.

"That's kind of the point. This is clearly mindless entertainment and its fun," I snickered. "Besides, next week we have the battle between Debbie Gibson and Tiffany."

"Who?"

"Exactly! I think they were before our time but I'm dying to find out what the appeal is," I laughed.

"I'm with Chastity – you are a nut," Rio declared emphatically.

"I'm your nut," I replied softly. Rio snuggled in on my chest and hugged me tight. We let the movie wind down into its typical format. You would think that National Guardsmen would wise up to the fact they all exist to fire uselessly, then get eaten.

I so want to see one of them get a clue and run at the first sight of the monster because the National Guard does so much for this country. It is a shame to see them reduced to monster candy. On the plus side, apparently you can get a snake to swallow a trainload of volatile chemicals, then get the Dino-croc to munch down on it so you can blow them both up.

Now if only they would recall in the past fifty movies that the creatures always have eggs the size of dump trucks stashed somewhere for the inevitable sequel. Seriously, am I the only one who watches these things? Anyway, we were uncoiling from the sofa and Rio was giving me this mysterious look when there was a knock at the door.

"Dude, it is 11:00 o'clock," Rio muttered. "Only bad news arrives this late."

"I'll go check it out," I shrugged. There wasn't much else I could do. I opened the door and there stood Christina, looking pretty depressed.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked.

"I know you have company," she replied. "Can we talk outside?" It wasn't too chilly but I wasn't wearing too much either.

"Of course," I walked onto the porch, leaving the door mostly closed behind me. "What's wrong?"

"I've worked things out with Faith and the other girls," Christina paced nervously. "We are all going to keep quiet about what you learned and see how we can turn this to our advantage." I didn't say anything because she hadn't come to tell me the news of what had been the obvious move on her part so I was left wondering what was going on – then I saw it.

I opened my arms to the side, palms forward, and waited. She saw the move and looked me over with obvious reluctance for what would come next. Finally, she stepped up to me and rested her forehead on my shoulder and let me encase her in my arms. It sucks to be alone, but it truly sucks being alone and being the one in charge even more.

"God, Zane, I fucked up. I could have ruined Heaven's life," she sighed. "The others trusted me and I let them down."

"You are not doing Heaven any favors by being paralyzed with doubt," I told her. "You had no idea who you were up against and even if you had, you would still have weighed what was best for Heaven against the risks and pretty much acted in the same manner."

"You don't understand Heaven," Christina said. "You don't understand her home life."

"Her home life is not my concern, Christina," I pointed out. "The Heaven here and now is my concern, though, and it is the concern of several more friends she's made since coming to this school – friends she wouldn't have if she stayed in a hole."

"What if I fuck up again?" she worried. "So many girls are depending on me to keep the Chancellor at bay."

"I fuck up all the time and I'm still here," I countered. "I know what you mean, though. Sometimes when these girls look at me like they expect me to have all the answers and I've got nothing, I want to run and hide."

"We don't have that luxury. We chose to stand up and now we must carry on in our struggle. I don't know about you, but I wasn't raised to quit," I related to her.

"I made a mistake, Zane. I don't make mistakes," she declared.

"I'm confused; have we lost?" I questioned her.

"No," she grumbled, "and that is not what I meant. I brought Faith in, I misread her, and we all suffered because of it. I was deceived."

"Well, someone should remind Christina Buchanan from time to time that she's human, and a pretty smart woman at that," I replied. "You don't have to win every battle, only the last one."

"That is what my grandfather said," she mumbled into my shoulder.

"He sounds like a clever guy," I said softly. "He should go far someday." Since he was one of the richest men in America, I was probably right.

"You can be a real jerk at times," she muttered, but I noted she wasn't moving.

"I have to agree with you," I said, as I got up on my tiptoes and kissed her on the top of the head. I leaned back and tilted her head to me with a finger under her chin. "Christina Buchanan, would you marry me?" No one said anything for a minute.

"Can I think about it?" she finally whispered.

"Of course," I assured her. "How could I be in love with you if I couldn't wait for you?"

"How can you love me when you don't even know me?" she asked.

"That's why it is love and not like," I answered. "There are times you really piss me off but there is never a moment I don't want to be with you."

"You don't like me?" Christina studied me.

"Right now I like you just fine, but you can be a real pain at times. See, I know what's right and you refuse to know your place," I responded.

"And what place is that?" she smiled.

"Above me, smiling down," I leaned in for a kiss.

"No," she shook her head.

"No?" I pleaded.

"We have a long way to go before I let you treat me like another one of your girls," Christina informed me.

"Okay," I agreed.

"No hard sell in my emotionally vulnerable state?" she mused.

"You are safe with me, Christina," I assured her.

"That's good to know, Zane. Now go inside before Rio blows a gasket," she smiled, slipped out of my arms, and walked toward her car. I still soaked up the marvel of her receding silhouette.

Rio was leaning against the wall just inside the hallway when I got back in.

"I don't get the two of you," she grinned.

"I love her," was my only response.

"That's good, because she's fucking nuts about you," Rio laughed. I couldn't decide whether she was kidding or not.

Later, we lay together in bed, Rio partially over me where she alternated between listening to my heartbeat and kissing my shoulder. She also had a hand between her legs and was doing some serious vaginal stimulation.

"Zane."

"Yes?" I replied.

"I had an abortion," she confided in me.

"Oh...okay," was all I could manage to come back with. 

"'Oh.' Is that it?" she sounded a bit hurt.

"I figure there is more to the story than you had an abortion. So are you going to tell me what it is?" I inquired. She mulled that over for a few seconds.

"I did some really stupid shit, like getting shit-faced drunk at some parties with people I barely knew, and pretty much got used like a whore. I didn't really care, and eventually I got knocked up," she told me.

"My parents, the big Pro-Lifers that they were, smuggled me out of state to a private clinic and aborted the kid. They never asked my opinion on the matter but I imagine that having a pregnant daughter who couldn't even name the father wasn't on their agenda," she recited bitterly. I wrapped an arm around her, rolled over on her, and kissed her gently on the lips.

"I don't know what to say," I began. "I can't imagine what it was like to go through that."

"Huh," Rio snorted. "My parents slapped me with anti-depressants and an implant, my 'friends' told me it was for the best – not being teen Mom material and all – and I treated myself like a whore."

"Hell, I sucked and fucked the entire lawn crew once; I fucked my little brother's friends; and I became known as the girl who would ride bareback at my school. It is a miracle I didn't contract herpes or AIDS," she recited sadly. "I think I hated just about everybody."

"You know that none of that matters to me; right?" I asked. "You are still that woman I woke up next to on day one."

"To the bitter end," she recited.

"To the bitter end," I affirmed, my promise to stand by her no matter what.

"Why couldn't you be in love with me?" she sighed.

"You are asking an eighteen-year-old how this love thing works?" I teased her. "I've been lucky enough to meet five women in the past two weeks I'd like to spend forever with, and I love the one I'm least likely to end up with. I'm clueless."

"Me, Iona, Barbie Lynn...Christina and Heaven?" Rio guessed. I nodded, which made her snicker. "You really want to spend forever with Heaven? You are a glutton for punishment."

"Heaven can be really nice," I defended my girlfriend.

"She's got a permanent case of PMS. Hell knows what would happen if she actually had PMS," Rio teased me back.

"So you don't want to spend any more time with her?" I inquired.

"Fuck that," Rio giggled, "I like them brave, bold, and saucy in the saddle. I'd love breaking her down, or having her break me trying."

"Fine," I announced after a moment's contemplation.

"Fine?" she asked.

"I'm not going to break my word to Jill but I can't wait to fuck you until we get back to campus, so how would you like to screw on Pastor Bill's desk before Sunday school?" I suggested.

"I'd love to leave a little something extra on that gold-plated conman's desk," Rio purred.

"Now, Zane, do you think you could bend the rules ever so slightly and finger-fuck me? I'm ever so horny," Rio pleaded. I figured it couldn't hurt too much; right? I rubbed and rubbed one hand down to her crotch where Rio had already pulled her soaked panties down to mid-thigh. With my other hand, I pushed up her top, exposing her ripe nipples, chain and all.

I plucked a nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue play along the stud before sucking in more of the breast, increasing the pressure on the nipple itself. Rio was well worked up already and now began to writhe beneath me. My free hand passed below her carefully groomed chevron-shaped pubic mound and along her clit.

Her folds welcomed me like molten gold, so hot yet silky smooth to the touch. As she started to moan, Rio stuck the meat of her palm into her mouth and bit down in order to keep quiet. I spent a minute playing with her two studs in her labia before working two fingers deep inside her, twisting them, and seeking out her G-spot.

"Gak!" Rio convulsed as I stroked it. Oh, yeah, I thought, as I began to seriously work it over. Rio's fluids were sloshing around my fingers, her other hand began pressing my whole mouth over her breast, and she kept bucking up against me. I now began to alternate between rhythmically tapping her special place and brutally finger fucking her, driving two fingers in and slapping her clit with my palm.

"Uh, uh, uh...ugh, ugh...ummm," Rio began panting, then her body arched and she screamed into her clenched fist. "Oh, fuck, that's good," she finally managed to get out. Before I could respond, she grabbed my head and drew me up for a fierce kiss. She tore at my lips and tried to steal my breath away.

"Tell me you want me," she pleaded with a desperate hunger tinged with fear.

"I want you, Rio – always," I responded with my own heat and need. Slowly the passion ebbed from Rio's eyes and a playful demeanor replaced it.

"You are such a dumb blonde – Glenda," she sighed happily. Glenda had been the name that had allowed me admission to school in the first place – Glenn Zane Braxton – Glenda.

I answered by pulling my fingers out of her cunt, taking a lick, then pushing them through her lips. Rio daintily sucked on them, pulling them in and cleaning them off before biting down like the little bitch she is and making tears come to my eyes.

"What the fuck!" I hissed.

"That's for not giving me your dick, Asshole," she snickered. When I looked ready to explode, she pouted her lips, rolled onto her stomach and stuck her bare ass up in the air for a spanking. I grunted and rolled over onto my side, away from her.

"Good night, you witch," I sulked.

There was some rustling behind me a minute later, then Rio snaked an arm around me and pressed her body to my back.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I act crazy at times." I rolled over to face her.

"I know what I'm getting into, Rio," I comforted her. "That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt at times." I displayed my wounded fingers. She kissed my fingers, I kissed her lips, and we both finally went to sleep.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 15



*You can live without freedom the same way you can live without light, happiness, or music*

(Frontma does me a favor yet again, thank you)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)



Jill didn't know what to make of our prompt appearance Sunday morning for breakfast already dressed for church. I'd convinced Rio to not try a hard sell with my aunt, instead playing it calm, cool, and collected. The real reason we wanted to get to church early was because I'd come up with the idea of screwing Rio on Pastor Bill's massive mahogany desk before class and she'd become infatuated with the scheme.

GAINING DEFINITION

We had to remember our Bibles before eagerly heading out the door. Mine went back to my missionary days while Rio's was brand new, a gift from Jill. She'd lost her old one on the trip from Arizona to Virginia, or so she'd told Jill. In reality, she had torn hers apart page by page and stuffed it down the airplane toilet during the flight – her way of spreading the gospel.

Once at the church, we split up, Rio and I getting together a few minutes later. I was unsure about the security cameras in the hallway but Rio shrugged it off. She followed the wires to the closet the system was kept in, picked the lock, and deleted the last two hours of footage before deactivating the whole system.

I was clever enough to wipe off all our fingerprints before we made for the pastor's office. This time, Rio's improvised...lock picks weren't necessary as the secretary kept the door unlocked. We slipped past her station to the larger office beyond and I chased Rio around to the 'big chair'.

"So, Bad Boy, are you going to make me a Bad Girl?" Rio taunted me.

I stepped up between her thighs and got ready to feast on her succulent cunt lips when she held me up.

"I don't think we have time for that," Rio grinned. She slipped out of her panties, which I quickly pocketed (having learned from the first Barbie Lynn incident), and hopped up on the desk facing me.

I unbuckled my belt, fixed the button, and unzipped my pants. My penis came smoothly out of my boxers and I lined up with Rio's slit. Her juices were already flowing by the time my cockhead graced her full lips.

"Oh, that's what I've been looking for," Rio moaned, as I pushed forward inch after glorious inch inside her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and came close to doing the same with her legs around my waist by the time I was fully into her. I got a few half-thrusts into Rio, our faces only inches apart, when I began to push her back down on the desk.

"No, I want to look into your eyes," she told me. I nodded and started driving my cock in a strong steady rhythm.

"Rio," I said softly.

"Yes," she breathed heavily.

"I like saying your name," I explained. "I like the sound of it and the way it makes me feel."

"I..." I was sure she was fighting for a snarky reply but then she smiled and said, "Okay."

"Oh. God...Oh, Fuck," Rio gasped, as we began, getting her close to climax. I stopped when I first heard the voices. "What?" Rio panted. I pulled her off the desk and looked for a place to hide. There were three other doors out of the room. I took the closest, yanked up my pants, and dragged Rio to it. 

It turned out to be a large closet with vestments, coats, and a few changes of clothing inside. Before I could finish shutting the door, Rio put her hand in the way. Before I could inquire why, the main office door opened and in came Pastor Bill and Lance Wellington. They were yammering on about something or other; I really wasn't paying attention.

All that changed after Pastor Bill took his seat behind the desk and swiveled it to the side. Lance came around the desk and knelt before our spiritual leader. His body blocked my visual but I heard a zipper being undone and some clothes being pushed aside. What Lance proceeded to do was clear enough, though.

Rio was between me and the door; she looked over her shoulder and grinned evilly. Before long, she had my cock in her hand and was maneuvering it back to her pussy from behind. I moved my hips down, she arched up, and I slipped back into the hole I'd been in not a minute before. I stayed still while Rio began to ride my cock up and down.

There we were, two very different couples separated by less than a dozen feet, both fucking in different ways. Lance was giving Pastor Bill oral attention in a manner that dictated long familiarity to not only cock-sucking, but blowing Pastor Bill in particular. Rio had one hand placed against the door sill in order to stop us from spilling out of the closet while the other was tucked against her stomach.

The four of us were pushing toward climax but Pastor Bill was the first one to the trigger. I was still feeling the oily smoothness of my cock inside Rio's vagina while rubbing both breasts through her shirt and bra when Lance began chocking and sputtering. The bastard hadn't even warned Lance that he was cumming.

Good ole Pastor Bill reached across the desk to grab two Kleenex. As he did so, his other hand came down to rest on a slick spot Rio and I had left on his desk. He looked at his hand with disgust and wiped it off his hand before handing a tissue to Lance.

"Get going to class," Pastor Bill told his cock-sucking companion.

"Of course, Pastor William," Lance responded as he cleaned his face. As he headed to the door, he turned to the preacher.

"Do I have to do another marriage counseling session with Felicity? She is so damn annoying," he whined.

"Lance, you are going to have to keep up appearances and that means spending the occasional night with her," Pastor Bill lectured him. "As distasteful as she is, she is the socially acceptable choice for your spouse if you plan to have a political career."

"I wish this whole marriage thing was over with already," Lance sighed. "Then I could stick her in the house and get her out of my life."

"Remember, a woman is a duty, but you know how to get your pleasure. Take your pill when you have to lay with her, and if nothing else, use her back door," he chuckled.

"I suppose so," Lance conceded, "but I'll have to shut her up. She blathers on and on incessantly and her voice is so grating."

"Well," Pastor Bill laughed, "you can always use her mouth too." Lance snorted and left the room; Bill followed a minute later.

For our part, the whole exchange between Pastor Bill and Lance got Rio hotter and hotter. She was rocketing back against me until I was afraid the slapping of our flesh would alert our host to our presence.

Once he was gone, Rio went off.

"Fuck me, damn it," Rio exulted. "I'm going to rape their asses." I wasn't sure how that would work. It wasn't like Rio's or my word would go all that far. I decided to spin her back around and kick her leg up over my arm so I could fuck her while gazing into her eyes. 

The first thing I noticed was the sheer joy etched all over her face. The second thing I noted was her phone in hand, set on record. There was going to be some severe damage over this and I had to do damage control, but first I had to screw Rio to orgasm.

"Ah...ah...ah," Rio moaned. "You are churning me up inside, you fucking brute. This is so fucking good."

"And the video?" I inquired.

"Fucking brilliant," she panted, "My best idea yet." I drilled Rio several more strong strokes and she gripped me tightly and sexually exploded on me. She kept squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles as I came in her as she was still cresting her wave.

"Oh, Zane," she wept tears of joy on my shoulder, "You make all this other shit bearable."

"No problem, bro," I sighed happily, "but we need to talk about the video."

"Yeah," she snorted, "you have a plan. I'm going to bypass me having a temper-tantrum and get straight to you making me happy with how clever you are."

"We find more ways to bring Felicity over to our side, then hit her with this when she's wavering," I detailed. "We still need credibility and that's going to take Barbie Lynn on our side. Once we get Felicity, we can get Mrs. Wellington too. That gives us access to everyone in the church."

I set Rio onto her feet and handed her panties too her. Rio shimmied into them and grinned.

"Now I'm all sloshy inside. Is that thing a damn fire hydrant?"

"You weren't complaining a minute ago," I countered.

"I'm not complaining, but all those bitches in class are going to know I've been fucked," she snickered.

"Who are you going to blame?" I wondered.

"Pastor William, our glorious shepherd; I can describe just what his cock looks like now," she grinned manically.

"I think we are back to that whole 'credibility' issue," I reminded her.

"You aren't going to let me have any fun," Rio pouted.

"Well, work on this; I'm pretty sure Lance isn't the only guy here that the pastor is using. Lance was a tool, nothing more," I told her. "It could be fun to find out who his other toys are."

"I hate you for having a better idea than me," Rio giggled, "but I love your deviant mind more."

"I love you too, Baby," I said as I brushed her cheek. "Let's get to class before they get to ridicule us for arriving late." Rio grabbed my hand and sprinted with me out of the office. We were late to class but only just. This time I'd studied so Mr. Coleman wasn't able to humiliate me, though some wise-ass taunted me about being on a women's committee.

"Yes, I do," I confirmed, "and what committee are you on?"

"Athletics committee," he sneered. I gave him a shit-eating grin right back that gave him pause.

"So I hang out with a bunch of MILF's, which is a pretty red-blooded American male thing to do, while you hang out with a bunch of guys...which is pretty homo-erotic," I chuckled.

There was a deafening silence in the room. We had broken up for church service and a few guys were almost out the door. The target of my aggression was first stunned, then angry.

"Mr. Braxton, that is quite enough out of you," Mr. Coleman snapped.

"I'm sorry about that, Mr. Coleman. I thought he was ribbing me about my committee so I teased him back about his; I wasn't serious," I lied.

Andy, the guy who'd given me a hard time, elected that moment to get in my face.

"That wasn't funny, Braxton," he snapped. Mr. Coleman remained conspicuously silent.

"Gosh, Andy," I quipped, "I don't know where to begin. How about, we are in a House of God and shouldn't be raising a fist against one another."

"If that doesn't work, do understand that you get the first punch, then I break you like a twig," I continued with eagerness written all over my face. "You are an elementary school teacher and I have years of martial arts experience." Andy suddenly paled.

"Mr. Braxton," Coleman growled again. "How dare you threaten somebody?"

"Um...Mr. Coleman, Andy got in my face, so what exactly are you getting on my case about? Wouldn't the situation be better served if you stopped him in the first place?" I said.

"Andy should be able to take a joke better," another guy in my class, Christopher Gilbert, joined in. "Besides, Zane's right; the wives on the committee are attractive and their husbands are lucky men."

That seemed to end the matter because Chris Gilbert was the son of somebody and carried weight in this crowd. We continued to depart but I felt obliged to stop Chris.

"Thanks, but I'm not sure why you just backed me up there," I questioned.

"Maybe you're not such a bad guy," he grinned.

I had to think that over. I barely knew Christopher Gilbert. He was 23, son of a big real estate guy...he was a property manager, whatever that was.

"I have to appreciate the timing of your epiphany," I joked.

"It came to me late Thursday night when I had a security issue at one of my properties," he grinned. Oh, crap. His daddy must own the mall where I had that little altercation.

"Sorry if I cost you a good night's sleep," was all I could say.

"Let me say that, 'damn, you're fast,' and it would have been mean of me to let Andy get his ass handed to him in front of all his friends," Chris related. "He's really not a bad guy either."

"I'll keep that in mind," I nodded.

We were making our way to the church hall when Rio, Iona, and Barbie Lynn intercepted us.

"Hey, Ms. Masters," Chris said to Barbie Lynn. He looked at the other two girls.

"Christopher Gilbert, this is Rio Talon and Iona Becket, two of my classmates and closest friends," I introduced my buddies.

"So, Chris, how do you know Barbie-licious?" Rio smirked.

"Huh?" Chris said.

"Rio has an intense sense of humor, Chris," I intervened. "Pay her no mind." Before Rio cold make things worse, I placed an arm behind her and pinched her butt. "Behave," I warned her.

"Okay, Zane," Chris chuckled. "Good luck with that one. To answer your question: I know Ms. Masters from a few years back at a youth retreat. We were both counselors. Take care now." He turned and walked off to his section of the tabernacle while the girls and I went off to ours.

"So, Barbie, were you hot for Chris back at camp?" Rio persisted.

"Chris? Nah, he had a girlfriend back then; they both went to the University of Virginia. I think they broke up right before they graduated but I'm not sure," Barbie Lynn informed us. "Besides, I had a fiancé too."

"Had? Have you tossed him over for Zane?" Rio teased. I sighed and Barbie Lynn blushed.

"Nah, Shugah, I tossed him over for you," Barbie Lynn whispered into Rio's ear.

"Just for that tantalizing tease, no Honey Glaze for those hot crossed buns of yours," Rio bantered right back.

"Am I the only one who remembers we are in a church?" lectured Iona.

"No, you are not," Christina surprised us. "Now stop trying to make a scene and sit down with the rest of us." We dutifully obeyed because three of us respected Christina and I had one of Rio's arms twisted behind her back.

At the end of service there was no problem getting the gang to go down to the space between the pews and the podium where the important people gathered.  I caught Pastor William shooting me a hooded look but I blew him off. I was here for someone else, as was Barbie Lynn and Rio. Iona was tagging along to make sure we kept out of too much trouble.

"Hey, Sahara," I greeted the pastor's wife, who hovered near but wasn't part of the action.

"Why, hello, Zane," she smiled. "Did you enjoy the service?"

"I'm still a little fuzzy on the message of seeking wisdom in God's word instead of Man's technology," I grinned. "After all, I have an app that gives me helpful Bible verses on demand."

"I think you missed the point, Zane," she shook her head with mirth. "We need to trust the Word of God over the simple technological solutions that fail to take in the moral implications of the results."

"Wow, when you say it that way, it makes sense," I applauded. Sahara blushed and gave me another smile.

Rio and Barbie Lynn had closed in on Felicity, allowing Iona and I to come up behind Mrs. Wellington. I put my hand on the small of her back and positioned myself at her side.

"Hello, Mrs. Wellington," I greeted her. I knew her first look at me would define a lot about how she felt about last night.

"Zane," she beamed at me. "How are you doing today?"

"Better now," I grinned. "I just wanted to say that I'm downloading those files we discussed when I get to campus this afternoon."

"Oh," Mrs. Bainbridge sneered, "is Mr. Braxton working on a special project already?"

"Zane," Rochelle Wellington smiled to her rival sweetly, "send Kendra a copy of the notes you showed me. Kendra, Zane has a talent for 3-D imagery that the committee will find quite useful. I thought you might find it nice to have our newest member showing some interest."

"Oh, it is his interest that I'm worried about," Kendra commented, with a pretty obvious look toward Sahara.

Before I could respond to that jab, I felt a hand on my shoulder trying to pull me around.

"Pastor William wants a word with you," Lance informed me.

"Okay," I shrugged, then turned back to Kendra. "Mrs. Bainbridge, I admit that it is my fault that I find Mrs. Penny to be kinder, more compassionate, and more spiritually understanding than you. She is a gentle soul who better relates to what a young man needs."

"Pastor William wants to see you now," Lance insisted.

"That's nice, Lance. I'm talking to your mother," I said dismissively. "Rochelle, thank you for agreeing to mentor me; I appreciate you helping me understand this Church and this community by taking some of your valuable time to listen to my ideas."

"Ladies, have a nice Sunday. Okay, Lance, let's go see what Pastor Bill wants now," I told him. 

"His name is Pastor William," Lance corrected me somewhat angrily.

"No, his name is William Penny and he happens to be a pastor," I jibed. Lance's response was stymied by our arrival at Pastor Bill's circle of cronies.

"Ah, Glenn," Bill greeted me. "I would like to invite you to dine with my wife and I tomorrow night." I was smart enough to know that wasn't really an invitation, but still...

"I'd like to but this week is our first round of testing for the semester so I'm not sure I can break free," I answered.

"You find time enough for other things...like jail," he lectured me in a personally degrading matter.

"Pastor William, as you will learn about me, people who cross me or threaten the ones I hold dear, I beat bloody and leave broken on the ground," I smiled evilly right back. The confusion that threat caused was evident because I hadn't been quiet.

"Jesus loves the Peacemaker," Pastor Bill bantered back.

"Winners write the history books," I countered.

"That is not very Christian of you," Mr. Wellington, the Mayor, pointed out.

"Jesus Christ ended up nailed to a cross; Emperor Constantine, who converted the whole Roman Empire to Christ's worship, got to build his own city," I responded.

"I won't be as famous but I'll do more and get to bury my enemies before I die," I added.

"Are you sure you were a missionary in Thailand?" another church elder asked.

"Oh, I was a missionary all right, but not a very good one. I left the hard work to my Uncle Tim and Aunt Jill," I informed them.

"Did they convert many heathen souls to the World of our Lord?" a third man inquired.

"It is not that simple. They taught people to read English and got them in the practice of reading the Bible," I explained. "They have over a thousand years of culture to work against and many of the tenents of Buddhism are close to our own Christian virtues so it is hard work."

"So that would be a 'No'," Pastor Bill gloated.

"Really?" I grinned. "When Uncle Tim went missing, 200 of his flock risked floodwaters in an eventually futile effort to save him. How many of us would risk drowning to save you, Pastor William? I would say that when lives were on the line, his flock did their Christian duty."

I noticed Jill standing on the edge of the group listening, her eyes close to tears. Hey, I hated Tim, but I wasn't going to let these spineless bastards degrade the man in front of his widow, no matter how I felt.

"I'm sure we would all rise to the challenge," Mr. Wellington pontificated.

"Then you are as good a man as Uncle Tim," I trapped him with his own words.

"Your Uncle Tim gave everything, including his life," Pastor Bill said with a smug, superior smile. "His willingness to give should be an example for all."

"I'm already giving. The Festivities Committee's budget seems a bit anemic so I'm going to be funding some of their efforts," I enlightened him.

"That is not how tithes are normally handled," Pastor Bill corrected me.

"I'm not a normal guy," I grinned. "Pastor, I'll look over my schedule and call your house to let you know if I can swing dinner tomorrow. It has been a wonderful chat but I have to be going now."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 15



I turned and left them there, confident I hadn't made any friends among Bill's inner circle. The price of their friendship was way more than I was willing to pay and it wasn't just monetary. My girls swarmed around me, even Jill.

"Thank you, Zane," Jill said softly. "Tim would have been proud."

"Jill, I said that for you, not him. You stood by him and that shouldn't be trampled on by people who don't know any better," I comforted her.

"I was getting ready to cry out 'Blood and Souls for my Lord Arioch," Rio grinned. 

"Why did you antagonize them?" Iona wondered.

"They are used to bullying people and getting their way. I let them know I was more than willing to fight," I told Iona.

"He also wanted the women to see what he was doing," Barbie Lynn said. "I saw a few females, Felicity included, who thought a great deal of how Zane handled the situation."

"Girls love watching men fight over them," Rio laughed as we exited into the parking lot.

"Is everyone coming to our place for lunch?" Jill asked. I took a quick look around the girls who nodded their approval.

"Sure thing, Jill; we will be at home in an hour," I answered.



Getting back to campus and into casual clothes wasn't a problem, nor was lunch with Jill. We sat around and shot the shit for an hour afterwards but school work demanded that we head back to school to do some actual classwork. I went by Raven's to pick her up because she'd left me a text (by way of Iona) that she'd made some progress over the weekend.

"We really should study in the library," Raven told me as we headed to my room.

"The last time I checked, the library didn't have a snack bar," I told her. Raven was less than convinced and a bit nervous until we opened the door to the bottom of the steps leading to the Solarium where I lived and the voices of multiple girls welcomed us.

"You have company?" she questioned me.

"All freshmen are welcome in my room, Raven. You'll see," I informed her.

"Is there going to be anyplace for us to study..." Raven began to confound me, then we came to the point where you could see past the side of the stairs into the Solarium.

"Oh, God," she muttered at the scope of the room, "you...you have pool tables!" she ended up in a near squeal. "I love pool!" She took a few steps forward into the room before looking back at me. "What is all this? Where did this all come from?"

"I was given the entire Solarium as my room...sort of, and I decided to convert most of it to a common area for the freshman class," I said.

"How long has this been going on?" she wondered.

"We did it yesterday," Iona said from the closest sofa. She put down her laptop and walked over to us. "Zane paid for the stuff and we students put it in. Let me show you around."

"You do that, Iona," I told her, as I gave my diminutive friend a hug, "I'll be in my room."

Iona led Raven deeper into the complex of entertainment while I headed to my room, which seemed to be the quietest place to study today. I passed around the Chinese silk screens that shielded my private area from the rest of the Solarium and saw my new monster-sized bed. I also saw the tall, honey-blonde Amazon reclining on it, looking my way.

"Come here, my Love-Monkey," she said in a deep, husky voice. I'm sure my mouth gaped open.

"Ah...I don't believe we've been introduced," I managed to finally say. She smiled and patted the bed beside her.

"You are seriously hot and I'm positive I'd remember you if we'd met, but I don't and I do need to study so I'm going to ask you to please leave," I groaned. "Trust me, I really don't want to be asking you that either."

I heard laughter from the far side of the bed and Rio slowly raised her body into sight.

"Bro, the look on your face is priceless," she chuckled.

"So this is really your room?" the other girl inquired.

"I told you it was," Rio grinned.

"Yes, it is," I responded as well. "In fact, this entire floor is mine, mainly because the Administration has nowhere else to stick me."

"Rio, what's going on here?" I turned to my other friend.

"Honest, Boss," she beamed, "I found her when I got home. She's my new dorm mate, your replacement."

"You were her first roommate?" the newcomer asked.

"For all of one night," I confessed. "Then everyone realized she had boobies, and I didn't, and I developed this current life of seclusion."

"This is your version of seclusion?" she questioned.

"What can I say?" I sighed. "I'm a man of creature comforts. That still doesn't explain you on my bed. Rio?"

"She is Valerie Palmer, a new addition to the school," Rio started, "but that's not the cool part. She's a member of the Stormriders motorcycle gang." Seeing my lack of name recognition, Rio added, "They are a big deal in the West – Colorado, Wyoming, New Mexico, Nevada, and Arizona, of course."

"Nice to meet you, Valerie." I knelt on the bed and extended my hand. "I'm Glenn Zane Braxton, but everyone calls me Zane. Welcome to FFU, and what brought you to us?"

"Dad is a born-again Christian and he wanted me to come here, so here I am," she shrugged. Now, to me that made no sense, as she should have been eighteen, thus her own person, but who was I to press into her personal matters.

"Damn it, Zane, I keep forgetting you were living in a cave for the past two years," Rio shook her head. "Her grandfather is Daniel 'Damien' Palmer." Again, I didn't know who that person was.

"My grandfather is doing three life sentences," Valerie said with a degree of weariness.

"Fine. I should take it the Stormriders are not a motorcycle club, then," I grinned at her. 

Valerie's eyes and mine locked for several seconds.

"Are you arrogant, stupid, or really unconcerned?" Valerie asked me.

"A little of all three," Rio chimed in.

"You should never ask a man if he's arrogant because if he is, he won't know it," I responded. 

"I'm smart enough to get into this university, but them I'm dumb enough to be the only guy at this university," I continued. "I can honestly tell you I really don't care who you were before you came here. It is none of my damn business. If you want to be friends, I'm game." Valerie nodded. "Oh, and Rio is a nutjob, but if you hurt her, I'll make you suffer, I swear it."

"Is that supposed to scare me, rich boy?" Valerie said, becoming very serious and sitting up, "because I'm not impressed."

"I didn't say it to impress you, Valerie," I met her gaze, "I believe in fair warning. I don't care if you are damaged goods or you are one stone-cold, bad-ass bitch; you mess with Rio and I'll take her pain out of your hide."

"Rio, I thought you told me this guy was cool," Valerie said to Rio while still looking at me.

"Best guy in the whole God-damn world," Rio beamed.

"Zane, have you ever stabbed somebody?" Valerie quizzed me.

"On purpose or by accident?" I asked.

"How do you stab someone by accident?" Valerie wondered.

"You toss their ass into a stand of bamboo so hard the stalks break and they get impaled," I answered. "I take it you've done it on purpose." She shrugged.

"Do you fight much?" she changed tact.

"More than I should," I replied, "but I butt in where I don't belong too much."

"Me too," Valerie nodded, "on the 'I fight more than I should' thing."

"Well, I would rather talk shit upfront than spill blood later," I pointed out.

"Like warning me about Rio," she nodded.

"Please believe me, she's a nut and will get on your nerves, so please don't toss her out a window or down the stairs because I'm actually attached to her," I grinned. Rio flopped on the bed.

"I should be mouthing empty denials but Zane's pretty much right," Rio snickered, "and if he hadn't fucked me silly on the preacher's desk this morning, I'd be in his face about this bullshit."

"You had sex on your preacher's desk?" Valerie smiled.

"Zane, what are these girls...what the hell?" Raven went off. "What kind of bedroom is this?"

"Raven, you know Rio and this is her new roommate Valerie. Valerie, this is Raven," I groaned.

"Hey, Raven," Valerie greeted her. "So do you normally walk into Zane's bedroom too?"

"No," Raven blushed. "He invited me over to do some work on our English project." Iona stepped in behind Raven and waved to Rio.

"Iona –Valerie; Valerie – Iona," I sighed.

"Wait!" Valerie raised her hand and looked back to me. "Are you gay? Because I see a lot of girls strolling into your room and none of them have been identified as your girlfriend yet."

"Technically, that would be Heaven," Iona volunteered. "She's a senior."

"Can we get back to everyone being in Zane's room?" Raven grumbled. "And what is he doing with a bed as big as my entire room back home?" Valerie appraised the room.

"Got it," she laughed. "You are sleeping with her (Iona) and her (Rio), but not you (Raven)."

"Of course I'm not sleeping with him," Raven shot back. "I took a Purity Pledge, as should all of you."

"I'm not a virgin," Valerie responded.

"Me, either," Rio waved.

"I am," Iona raised her hand.

"That's nice," I directed. "Rio, Valerie, and Iona, please leave. I've invited Raven to my room so we can do actual classwork because I occasionally like to pretend I'm in college for an education."

"On it, Zane," Rio snickered. "Come on, Valerie, let's go check out the hot tub. I wanted to show you to Zane so he could put you on his 'To Do' list." Iona shook her head and left.

"I've got a boyfriend," Valerie clarified.

"Thank God," I muttered, which drew looks from all three women. After Rio and Val left, Raven kept staring at me.

"I...does this happen to you often?" she finally asked.

"Yes, but I've learned to adjust," I pointed out. 

We sat down on the bed, Raven pulled out four library books on the period we were looking into, and we began going through them and taking notes.

"Is Heaven really your girlfriend?" Raven asked after a while.

"Yes, but it is more complicated than that. I love another girl but I don't know if she loves me, and I spend time with a dozen other girls here, plus I have friends at a Sorority House off campus," I explained.

"And you sleep with Rio, who isn't a virgin, and Iona, who is," she stated, and I confirmed with a nod. 

"I was wrong. If you can keep all that straight in your head, you have a good grasp of details. We are going to do fine on this term paper."

"Thank you, Raven," I smiled at her, and for a change, she smiled back.

GUST FRONT

I would have liked to spend the night with Iona and Barbie Lynn but Iona informed me that Coach Dana Gorman had tested her security code earlier in the day and I figured something was up; nothing good for me and my friends. Sure enough, at 12:10 in the morning, my little buzzer by the bed that informed me that a key code was being entered woke me up.

I silenced the alarm (no sense in letting them know that I had it) and waited in bed. Shortly thereafter, the Coach and two female security guards came strolling in.

"Alone?" Dana quipped.

"You asking me out?" I grinned.

"Get up; we need to check the bed...if that is what you call this thing," she motioned to my sleeping platform. I dutifully got out of bed.

"What are you doing?" she snapped when she realized I was naked.

"Getting out of bed like you asked me to. I sleep in the nude, or didn't you already know that?" I yawned.

"Put some clothes on," she ordered. I picked up my robe and put it on while they stripped back my sheets and looked for bodily fluids under the dark light. I had been at my Aunt's the past two nights, so yes, my bed was still fresh. Unsatisfied, Dana and her two buddies began roughly going over my place.

When they finally discovered nothing (my hiding places were specifically designed), the two officers turned and left.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you, Zane. You can expect this to be a regular occurrence," she promised. I simply stared. We remained looking at one another for a minute because she knew I was up to something.

"That's right, step out of line and make my job easier," she noted. Again I kept my silence. It would have been easy to take this personally but I'd told her this was War and I took that seriously. I doubted I was the sole beneficiary of their attention so I had to get ready to respond to their next move.

"Nothing to say?" she asked. I kept staring. "Say something, damn it," she growled.

"Good night, Coach," I obliged. She shook her head, turned, and walked away. When I saw the door close behind her I went back to my room and took out my phone. I made three calls to the concerned parties and a final call to Iona, to have her wipe my call log. I can't say I slept well that night.

Showering in the morning was troublesome enough on normal days but this morning, Rio decided to invite Valerie to join us. I did my best to pretend to ignore her, which wasn't easy. Valerie was around six feet with milky skin where the sun didn't reach and tanned where it did. Her hair was golden-blonde and she was trimmed, not shaved. Her eyes were grey with a hint of blue around the edges; he breasts were a solid C without a hint of sag. There sure were a lot of blondes going to this school.

I could see the mental calculations going through her head as she walked in and the other girls eyed her. In the hierarchy of this place, I didn't hold a place; proximity to me showed a girl's status among the crowd. Opal was top dog, but Rio and Iona were marked by their close relationship with me as well.

Valerie clearly thought about walking away from it all to spare herself the drama and the grief. She countered that with the knowledge that she had to fit in somewhere in this school, and as non-traditional as she was, her best bet was with us. She answered that internal struggle by taking the shower one down from me, next to Opal.

Opal expressed her dominance to Valerie by corralling me into a body massage and a show of mutual affection. I thought Valerie was unimpressed with those actions but as we got into it, I sensed she was intrigued by the notion of having sex without actually having sex, and the sexual arousal that came with it.

As I settled in front of the sink to brush my hair, shave, and brush my teeth, Valerie took the sink beside me.

"You don't seem to mind all these naked bodies around you," she noted.

"Why should I? I enjoy them and they enjoy me. I like making them happy, and my presence certainly makes their lives more difficult so I'm glad to help," I explained.

"So, do things ever go to the next level?" Valerie asked.

"Not here, and not with most of these women; they are virgins and happy about that fact. They want to be virgins on their wedding nights and I respect that," I answered.

"Rio makes you out to be some sort of sex-crazed stud monster," Val informed me.

"Rio's not a virgin and her only plans for marriage involve her being a black widow to her old, rich husbands," I grinned.

"Is she...bi-sexual?" Valerie whispered.

"Yes, I can verify that she is," I replied quietly. "Has she hit on you yet? Wait, silly question...have you thrown her out of your bed yet?"

"This morning I found her sucking on my nipple through my nightshirt," she smirked.

"Rio needs constant reminding of where the boundaries are," I informed Val.

"You two talking about me?" Rio came bouncing up. "Is there a three-way in our future? Who gets tied up?" Valerie groaned in response.

"Rio, there is such a thing as personal space and acceptable roommate behavior," I told Rio. "Things like spontaneously feeling her up while she sleeps are BAD!"

"God, damn it!" Rio squalled, "But did you see the size of those bad boys? They are huge and puffy and I swear, they were calling out to me across the room."

"In my long and illustrious career with the female nipple, they have never talked to me. If you don't behave, I'm going to have to tie you up at the next orgy and make you watch," I warned. I couldn't threaten to take away something she had, like her piercings; that would make her dig in her heels. Instead, I went after the things she was looking forward to.

"Don't forget to secure her hands over her head so she can't diddle herself," Valerie got into the sport of things.

"Good point," I agreed.

"Major buzz-kill, you two. Valerie, you are trying to make your first day here no fun at all," Rio teased.

"Which reminds me; Valerie, has Rio warned you about Handmaiden's Duty?" I inquired. Rio looked offended that I would say such a thing while Val looked confused.

"It is a tradition here that requires all freshmen to perform a task of a non-damaging nature for any and all upperclassmen. They cannot grab you in class or a dorm room, but anywhere else is fair game," I informed her.

"My first task was to be a bench for someone to sit on," Rio grinned.

"Mine was to kiss a girl," I nodded.

"Kiss her? Cordelia damn near passed out, you kissed her so long and deep," Rio teased me.

"The first one was very nice and chaste," Iona stepped up and added. "It was the second one that curled her toes and started the stampeded on Zane."

"What do I do if a girl asks me to kiss her?" Valerie worried.

"Tell her you are waiting for your herpes to clear up," Rio volunteered.

"It isn't likely to happen," Iona came across with sounder advice. "Homosexuality is frowned on at this campus."

"I'd tell you to kiss them and enjoy the moment, but I'm a guy," I shrugged.

"I'm still not sure what is normal for this place," Valerie related.

"Rio and Zane are aberrations," Iona offered. "Most of the girls here are fundamentalist Christian virgins who are looking to get married once they graduate this place."

"What is your story?" Val asked Iona.

"I was pretty much the girl I just described until I met these two," she smiled. "Now I feel that I have...options."

"Options like prison time," Rio laughed, "or becoming a sex toy at an S&M club."

"I was thinking more like taking a summer and roaming the country," Iona glared Rio.

"Maybe I could teach you to ride a motorcycle and you can come with me," Valerie offered.

"That would be wonderful!" Iona brightened up. "When could we start?"

"This afternoon, if you like," Val responded. "My ride is in the parking lot."

"You have a motorcycle...here?" Rio exclaimed.

"Rio, it is hard to be in a motorcycle gang without a chopper," Valerie pointed out.

"On that note, I have to go," I sighed. New girls were starting to migrate in, meaning I had to retreat to my room. "Take care, everyone."

The crapstorm fell on us as we left the dorm. All kinds of upperclassmen snatched up freshmen as they appeared and shadowed Pro-Christina students they couldn't grab. Rio and I were able to shove off of Valerie before she was identified as being with one of us, so she made it to the Dining Hall unmolested.

I didn't have to do anything too heinous -- carry three backpacks while reciting the Gospel of Luke from memory (ugh). They made Rio sing 'Onward Christian Soldier' because it was the only religious song she'd admit to knowing. She did a horrific hack-job of it too. They had Iona going through the descendants of Noah; she knocked them back flawlessly – Brainiac.

It got better at the Dining Hall door where Rhaine oversaw the removal of every electronic device from the incoming students – no phones, tablets or laptops, nothing capable of rapid communication. Then came the assigned seating designed to break us all up. Surprisingly, Valerie looped back around and joined us in the line.

She leaned into me.

"What the fuck is going on?" she whispered.

"There is a war going on between the Pro-Christina faction Rio, Iona and I belong to, and the Pro-Rhaine faction, which is supported by the Administration. I didn't want to get you involved," I explained as I saw Mrs. Marlowe closing in.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 15



"Mr. Braxton, be quiet," she snapped.

"Of course, Ms. Marlowe," I nodded to her; she glared back. We had assigned seating for breakfast, isolating us. Conversations were kept to a minimum by roving teachers and the mood was getting grim, made worse by a slow drizzle that began to fall outside. Still, things weren't hopeless.

As I was putting my food tray away, Paige of the Science Club slipped past me.

"Copper Seven," she whispered. 

Cordelia, head of the Science Club, was definitely the smartest person on campus. She'd created a list of contingency plans for us to use if things went bad. We should have been getting them on our phones but the Chancellor had stymied us there.

Instead, things were circulating by word of mouth. In this case, Copper Seven, things were simple. Copper meant theft and Seven was the code for communications. We were stealing the facility's phones, crashing their computers, and doing whatever mischief we could to make communications difficult, if not impossible.

I had the pleasure of passing the word on to Rio, who gave me a look that would have made any brigand with a handful of gold proud. I didn't know the specifics of Rio's criminal history but I knew she definitely had one, and I'd have been stunned if pickpocket and shoplifting weren't part of her repertoire. I'd warned Coach Gorman about making shit like this fascist suppression policy up.

I barely recalled what I was forced to perform on the way to Assembly because what happened there was so memorable. We got the standard lecture, then the Chancellor laid into Christina for all the disruptions the student body was going through – Christina and a few other malcontents. What made it memorable was, at the end of Dr. Bass's speech, a freshman I barely knew, Millicent Pierce, stood up and raised her fist in defiance.

"That's bullshit!" she cried out. 

"Sit down and be quiet, child!" the Chancellor commanded. "Coach Gorman," she then directed our head of security toward the young girl. Millicent wasn't done yet.

"You are lying to us!" she screamed out again.



As Gorman and a second teacher made their way to our young rebel, Rio stood up with a raised fist.

"Shame!" Rio called out. A dozen of us followed suit. Teachers flooded off the stage but Cappadocia figured out that if you joined up with other girls and linked arms, they couldn't drag you out.

Girls were screaming at girls, shoving began, and soon blows were being exchanged and Assembly degenerated to a nasty furball. We were threatened with demerits, detention, and finally expulsion, but nothing seemed to curtail the conflict. I saw Ms. Goodswell leave the melee and go to the base of the podium and begin to plead with Bass about something.

I could see that Goodswell was trying to get the Chancellor to let Christina come onto the stage and quiet her followers but our Glorious Leader wouldn't budge. Christina could see the gestures and I knew she was about to end things anyway. There was something I had to do before things fell apart.

I leapt up and began using the backs and arm rests to jump across the crowd. I made it to Millicent right ahead of Gorman. Millicent seemed stunned to see me hovering over her but it was too noisy to communicate. I pulled her up and retreated back the way I'd come, keeping her out of Gorman's clutches for the moment.

"Thanks," she grinned at me.

"Who is your Spiritual Advisor?" I responded. "We need to get you to her so you don't face the Chancellor alone."

"Ms. Trenton," Millicent responded.

Ms. Trenton wasn't one of the 'good guys' but she wasn't on our enemies list either. I located Trenton and angled us toward her.

"This is crazy," Millicent gasped. After all, if we tumbled, we might very well break our necks. Ms. Trenton didn't look happy to see either one of us but she immediately clued into why I was dropping her student off on her. She grabbed Millicent by the arm and led her away. This was a good thing because our rebellion was about spent for the moment.

A minute later we had quieted down. Dr. Bass threatened us with a whole new series of punishments before exiling us off to our first classes. I had the joy of getting hate blasted my way by both the Chancellor and Coach Gorman. I didn't have long to dwell on it because the moment we stepped out, a new group of upperclassmen descended on us freshmen.

"Walk the other way or I'll feed you your lungs," growled Rio as she stepped in front of a group of us and stared down a slightly larger group of students. At times like this, I really wish Rio knew how to fight. On the other hand, she plays 'crazy' real well and it takes a certain desire to experience pain to confront her. After the melee we'd been through, the other students backed off.

I was halfway through my first class – English Lit with Ms. Goodswell – when the door burst open and my albino pseudo-friend Paige burst in.

"Zane, they are expelling Heaven," she gasped. "They are walking her off campus right now." I jumped out of my seat and shot Ms. Goodswell a look.

She didn't bother telling me not to go and I was spared the necessity of ignoring her. I really liked her and I would have hated to show her disrespect. Paige and I went racing out of the building, her trying to update me about what had happened through her wheezing and gulping of each breath.

She must have been running her ass off because the second I found out that they'd called Heaven a taxi and were getting ready to ship her out at that very moment, I had to leave Paige behind and beat feet for the parking lot. On the way I breezed past Dana Gorman.

"Zane!" she called out. "Zane, stop!" I had no intention of doing any such thing.

I found Heaven with two campus security guards and Joy Jefferson lugging her luggage along.

"Heaven," I grabbed her since my arrival allowed me to surprise everybody. "Here, take my keys; go to Aunt Jill's. I'll cover it for you." I shoved my keys into her hand. Heaven had been crying and even in the light rain, I could tell she was a mess. She was trying to make sense of what I'd said and done.

A hand grabbed my arm, twisted, and forced me down at the waist.

"Zane, I told you to stop. Now you are going to the Chancellor's office with me," Dana Gorman told me as she locked in the arm bar. "I swear, you are not even trying..."

Dana was cut off by someone catching her on the far side and flipping her on her back.



Dana rolled with the blow and came back up ready to fight. 

"Heaven, don't do anything," I waved her off as I turned to face Dana, side by side with my savior. It was Valerie! WTF?!

"You two, get on your knees and lace your fingers on top of your heads," Dana told us.

"Who is this?" Valerie inquired.

"Coach Dana Gorman, head of security on campus," I answered.

"Well, damn it," Valerie groaned. "I thought you were in trouble so I came running."

"Get down," Gorman demanded.

"Are we going down?" Valerie whispered to me while keeping her eyes on Dana.

"We are screwed so we might as well make her earn it," I chuckled.

"Very well. Guards – taser," Dana directed. The guards moved in position to shoot us with their drawn tasers.

"Well, we are boned," Valerie grimaced. "I've been tasered before and it sucks."

"I haven't had the pleasure but I think I'm about to," I groaned.

"Drop them," Dana ordered. As the one to my right rear got ready to shoot, a movement behind me drew her attention and she fired at it. The taser crackled but the figure came on anyway. Chastity had pulled up her backpack as a shield and let that take the brunt of the attack, and rode her momentum into the officer and slammed her into the taxi.

The second guard turned to concentrate on Chastity and was blindsided by another student, Hope Song. Hope knocked the taser from her hand and flipped the officer to the ground. Joy and Heaven remained pressed against the taxi while Hope and Chastity joined Valerie and me in confronting Dana. Dana sighed, took off her jacket, and made ready to fight.

"This is your last chance, students; kneel and put your hands on top of your head," she warned us.

"Is she that stupid, or that good?" Valerie asked me.

"She's that good, I'm afraid, but we can at least let her know she's been in a fight," I readied myself.

Dana spun and kicked Hope first, knocking her flat. Valerie and I closed in rapidly and drove Dana back while Chastity tried to maneuver around so we wouldn't get tangled up. Dana had my number and seemed to know Valerie's style as well, but combined, we could keep her occupied.

The Coach knocked me aside and pummeled Valerie but the new kid wouldn't fold up, leaving Dana now surrounded as Chastity got behind her and Hope stood up.

"Stop this!" shouted Christina as she came running up with Faith.

"Christina, tell them to give up," Dana snapped.

"Shut up, Coach," Christina yelled back. "One more word and I'm going to take specific pleasure in grinding every bone in your hand to a pulp." That threat hung angrily in the air.

"Give Zane and me a minute with Heaven and we'll go peacefully," Christina promised. Dana withdrew and soon it was Hope, Chastity, Faith, Christina, and me huddled around Heaven.

"Zane's letting me stay at his place," Heaven wept. "I'll be close."

"I'll contact Tawny and I want you to spend time at the Kappa Sigma House, Heaven. They can be your friends," Christina told her best friend. Heaven worked off my house key and handed me back the ring. She then folded me up in a hug.

"I'll see you soon, girlfriend," I smiled down at her before we kissed. Heaven turned to Christina and hugged her too. Christina kissed her on the forehead, and then Chastity, Hope, and Faith all closed in for one final effort before we put Heaven in the taxi. I gave the driver my address and wished Heaven the best of luck.

That done, we turned and got ready to be lead to our punishment at the Chancellor's office. We'd attacked and/or threatened security officers. 

"Zane, who is the newcomer?" Christina asked.

"I'm Valerie Palmer, but my Stormrider name is Valkyrie," Val answered.

"What happened?" Chastity jumped in.

"I was crossing over to Admissions when I saw Zane running across campus with another woman in fast pursuit, so I went to help him. She had her hands on Zane so I flipped her off of him. Your arrival saved us from being tasered, so thanks," Val informed them.

"So, why did you make Gorman back off when the four of us couldn't?" Val inquired.

"Christina had ten years of training in MMA," Chastity grinned. "Not enough to take Dana by herself, but with everyone else there, she was going down."

"Damn it," I joked, "Christina, is there anything you don't do well?"

"I certainly don't understand you," she sighed. "It doesn't matter, though, this is it. The Chancellor played us well and we're done."

"We aren't done yet," I tried to buoy her spirits.

"She expelled Heaven in such a way that we felt compelled to act. By doing so, we broke the rules, and now she can legally get rid of all of us – end of rebellion," Christina noted.

After that, we were all pretty quiet. We only waited in the Chancellor's waiting room long enough for our varied Spiritual Advisors to show up, then we were led into her office.

"I wanted to say goodbye," Melrose Bass purred to us. "You are all officially expelled. You will be packed and off this campus by noon."

"One question," Virginia Goodswell interrupted. "Mrs. Moore wasn't contacted about Ms. Vickers' expulsion; I checked. Ms. Vickers can't suffer academic punishment without counsel."

"Mr. Vickers is a transvestite," Bass shot back. "She falsified her admissions documentation."

"She was still accepted and therefore is afforded our traditional protections all students enjoy," Virginia persisted. Bass shot her a dirty look.

"Ms. Goodswell, that is quite enough. When the public and the Board of Directors find out that Mr. Vickers perpetrated a fraud on this school, they won't care," the Chancellor stated.

"You can't do that," Christina said firmly.

"I can and I will," Bass sneered. "We are well past you having any voice on my campus."

"No," spoke up Ms. Lane, the school's lawyer, "you can't release that information. Those are medical records and we'll get destroyed in any lawsuit that is brought against us."

"He's a boy who wears girl's clothing," Dr. Bass countered.

"Wrong," glared Christina. "Heaven has implants and takes drugs for her situation."

"Your problem is one of definition," I grinned. "A person who wears the clothes of the opposite sex is a transvestite, or cross-dresser. Someone with both girl and guy parts is transgender and Heaven is transgender; release that stuff at your own peril."

"There is still the matter of you assaulting campus security officers," Bass growled.

"That's a non-starter," Valerie stepped up. "I initiated the fight in good faith."

"What does that mean?" Gorman spat. "You attacked me when I had Zane contained."

"Precisely," Valerie looked Coach's way. "You never identified yourself as a campus security officer. All I saw was a woman in a pantsuit attacking a known student; I came to his aid."

"Even so, when Zane identified me, you still resisted," Dana responded.

"Not relevant. Zane could have told me you were a Martian for all that the legal system cares. You never identified yourself to me, allowing me to continue resisting," Valerie said in an even monotone.

"Don't even get me started on the taser," Valerie continued. "I know you gave the command for the deploying of the weapons but that's not enough. The firing officer has to clearly annunciate their intention to use the weapon before firing – three times. Your officers failed to do so, thus deploying the weapons in an unapproved manner, allowing our group to defend itself."

"Those guidelines are only to be used in crowd suppression. My officers were defending themselves from imminent attack," Gorman said.

"No," Chastity grinned. "They were aiming at Zane and Valerie when I arrived on the scene and I stopped them. They never announced their intention and I assumed Zane was getting blindsided."

"You shouldn't have been there in the first place," Gorman growled.

"You shouldn't have been dragging Heaven away in the middle of classes before she could have a single word with any of us," Christina countered. "You goaded us out but you didn't count on the outcome of the struggle."

"Heaven was being moved out to avoid just such a scene," Gorman declared.

"How did that work out for you?" I snickered. Dana scowled at me. We seemed to be at an impasse.

"Chancellor Bass," Virginia broke the silence, "I am informing you that I'm going to immediately petition the Review Board to examine the expulsion of Ms. Vickers and seek an injunction that allows her to return to classes until a final decision is reached."  Any threads of civility between Ms. Goodswell and Dr. Bass evaporated but the Chancellor had to nod and accept the statement.

"Dana, I think we need to review events at the parking lot before we proceed with any charges," Hudson Lane requested. Dana grudgingly nodded.

"Zane, Chastity, Hope – you are all now on three-day academic suspension. Everyone else, you are on academic probation," Chancellor Bass announced. "Dismissed."

As we walked out, Chastity sighed, "Well, there go our first tests of the semester. We'll all get zeros, which are going to be fun digging ourselves out of that pit."

"Look on the bright side," Hope grinned. "We aren't likely to finish the semester anyway."

"Yes," Christina noted, "that makes everything so much brighter."

"Nice save, Valerie," I congratulated our newest friend.

"Yes," said Christina, "that was very timely."

"That?" Valerie chuckled, "That was total bullshit. I've had a few run-ins with the law so I know some of the lingo, but most of that was a total pipedream. A decent lawyer would have picked up on that right away; we are lucky theirs is a loser."

Everyone but Valerie and I laughed. I looked embarrassed, and Valerie looked confused and a bit put off at not getting the joke.

"Zane's banging the lawyer, Ms. Lane," Chastity told Valerie softly. "She's on our side." Valerie gave me an appraising look then shook her head.

"Seriously, dude; is anyone on this campus safe from you?" Valerie chuckled.

"You've got it all wrong," Hope snickered. "Zane is like a shiny new laptop. Leave him alone in a room too long and someone's going to come along and have to use him."

"One of these days you are going to treat me like a real person with wants, desires, and feelings," I groaned. That earned a few weak chuckles but we all knew that things were getting worse.

Chastity, Hope, and I were exiled to our rooms for the rest of the day, and I pretty much spent it in isolation. Cordelia had disabled my own private internet hookup in case my domicile was ransacked so I was left with school work to go over. At 12:30 they brought me lunch and at 6:30 a student brought me dinner.

As I was eating, there was another knock on my door. This time there was a girl I didn't recognize from the dorm.

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Alice Hendricks, and I'm your new Dorm Mother," this bright-eyed brunette with pigtails and a gymnast's body greeted me.

"Good for you," I replied then started to shut the door.

"Wait," she said hurriedly. "The code you gave Barbie Lynn Masters doesn't work." I sighed.

"Do you see that green pad beside the keypad?" I indicated the object. 

"Yes," she nodded.

"It is the thumb pad scanner. You enter your code and scan your thumb," I told her.

She entered the code and scanned her thumb...and nothing happened.

"It doesn't work," she noted. I rolled my eyes.

"Let's think about this," I groaned. "You used Barbie Lynn's code and scanned your thumb." I watched as the wheels turned behind her eyes.

"Oh...my thumb doesn't match the code...how is this going to work now?" she questioned. "I need to access your room."

"Fine," I shrugged. I pushed her aside, covered the keypad with my body, and entered the proper code to generate a new number. "4-7-4-4 is your number. Punch it in and scan your thumb and you're set."

"Good night," I told her, and headed back upstairs.

"Wait. I need to check out your room," she informed me. I grunted, turned, and faced her.

"Do you have a phone?" I asked. Alice nodded. "Can I see it?" She hesitated but handed it over. "You are one of the Enemy," I stated.



"What do you mean?" Alice asked. I handed her phone back.

"The majority of the girls in this dorm don't have phones anymore because of the Chancellor. You only have one because you are in with the Chancellor and you are pretty much going to be hated for it. Don't get caught alone in the showers, you scumbag," I warned her.

"That's not fair," she declared.

"Oh, we are past being fair, Alice. Now come upstairs and get your tour over with," I shrugged.

Once we got there, Alice stumbled and gasped.

"How am I going to search through all of this?" she wondered.

"That's not my problem," I told her. "I will be in my bedroom." I went in that direction and I noted she was following me. I flopped down on my bed and listened to her low whistle.

"This is your room? How did you get all this...stuff?" she inquired.

"I bought all of this for the freshman class to use so we could be safe from the Handmaiden's Duty from time to time," I answered.

The door opened and a double set of footsteps came running up the stairs. Rio and Iona came bolting into my room, stopping short when they saw Alice.

"Hi, I'm Alice, your new Dorm Mother," she stated crisply. "What are you doing in Zane's room?"

"Oh, the fuck you say?" snapped Rio. "Where the hell is Barbie Lynn?"

"That is quite enough of that, Ms. Talon," Alice demanded.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 15



"Can you please give us some space?" I requested.

"No, I don't think that would be wise," Alice countered.

"Fine, whatever," I shrugged. "What's the news, girls?"

"They sent 40 of our people to the infirmary," Rio said while glaring at Alice. "They preferred to shove us down stairs. Barbie Lynn hurt her knee and Pandora Jaspers bust her scalp open."

"Alice, you are going to go out and sit on the sofa now," I told her.

"No, I am not," she responded.

"This is your last chance to keep things civil, Alice," I cautioned her.

"You seem to have forgotten why I am here," Alice replied.

"I haven't forgotten, Alice, but you clearly don't understand the cost of that decision," I said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she shot back.

"Ladies, I'll see you tomorrow, but we clearly aren't going to be given any common courtesy tonight," I told my ladies. Rio came up, kissed me hungrily, and then glared at Alice.

"Cordelia needs to see you at the corner of the Clegger Building at 12:15," Iona whispered in my ear as she hugged me. I gave her a wink as we parted. The girls left and I had to put up with Alice for an hour as she tried to make conversation and I did my best to ignore her.



"Zane," Dana Gorman called out as I reclined on a sofa and Alice skulked around. 

"Over here," I motioned.

"You have been temporarily reinstated by the Review Board," she informed me. "Don't waste this opportunity." It was 8:00 o'clock at night so I had to wonder what discussions had taken place.

"Am I supposed to be grateful?" I scoffed. "I didn't hear an apology for treating us students so shabbily, nor Heaven being re-admitted. All you did is give us something today that you plan to take away tomorrow."

"Don't be an idiot," Dana snapped. "You aren't in a position to make demands."

"Well, it was nice to see you, Dana," I shrugged. "I am sorry about this morning. You were very impressive, by the way." Dana shook her head in disgust and left.

"You shouldn't have been mean to Coach Gorman," Alice scolded me. I shrugged.

Alice tried to be nice, insisting she wasn't in the way, but ended up staying with me until my last bathroom break. I pretty much hated her.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 16



*An army is one man's courage and a thousand men's discipline*

(A thankful bow to Frontma for another round of editing)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

*

The post-midnight meeting with Cordelia and a rag-tag group of students was probably the most insane stunt I'd pulled for some time. I thought Cordelia was nuts but my opinion was not solicited. I was wanted for my upper body strength and long reach. See, one of the Administration's greatest tools was the school's surveillance network.

As Cordelia saw it, there was one point of weakness for the system and that was in the heart of the Security Center -- the system servers that coordinated all the incoming data and video feeds. We weren't going to sabotage it; that would be simple. No, we were going to steal it, and that's exactly what we did.

I had to admit that was the last thing Gorman would have suspected us of trying to pull off and the best part of it was that all the surveillance devices were rendered impotent because we stole the objects that held the information of our misdeeds. We stole out the back gate of the campus and buried the equipment out in the woods.

LIGHTNING STRIKE

I knew there would be hell to pay and I couldn't contact my normal shower-mates so I went to the shower early and was back in bed by the time Dana Gorman stomped into my room.

"You weren't in the shower," she growled, "but several other students were."

"Why are you angry for me not being in the shower with the girls?" I yawned.

"Because it would give me leverage to make you give me back my security system, you Jackass," she snapped.

"And you blame me...why?" I slipped out of the covers, naked, and started to get dressed. Dana didn't seem to mind looking me over.

"This is no longer a game," Dana pointed out. "You've stolen thousands of dollars of University property. If I can't find things and quickly, I am going to have to bring in the Sheriff's Department and that equals criminal charges."

"Should I take it you've made no progress in the assault on the students yesterday, or is their support for Christina good enough reason for you to let them suffer?" I continued.

"You are being an idiot again," Gorman accused me. "We can deal with that once you and the others stop treating this like some social experiment and get back to your studies."

"I think this is the point where we cease having anything to discuss, Coach," I muttered. Gorman looked down at the ground and clenched her fists in frustration.

"A third of the Soccer team walked off yesterday. I lost half the Karate club as well," she ground out. "Archery disbanded, and it looks like Orienteering and Marksmanship will do the same today. I'm telling you, this is nuts. I've worked my ass off making this school athletically competitive and everyone is throwing that away."

"I don't know what to tell you except that I doubt any of this would have happened if someone hadn't been gunning for Rio on our first day," I said. "I certainly made mistakes but you made the first one. I do have one thing I want you to think about."

"What is it?" she asked warily.

"How do you like your war now?" I stated with intensity. She didn't laugh it off this time.

"You think this is going to keep going?" she questioned.

"You have our backs against the wall; you are beating and expelling us," I explained. "We don't have many options."

"I won't let you win," she said evenly.

"I'm afraid it is out of our hands, Dana," I warned her. I didn't know for sure things were going to spiral out of control but I couldn't see any way out of it. Dana shook her head and left.

Around 6:45 Alice came to escort me to breakfast. She talked; I remained quiet until I picked up Rio, Valerie, and Iona. We were crossing campus to the Dining Hall when Valerie nudged me. I looked in the same direction she was and saw Hope walking across the lawn on a definite mission. It didn't take me a second to see where she was heading; Rhaine and two of her associates were in huddled conversation.

Rhaine never saw what hit her. Hope did a spin kick to her head and sent her flying. She punched the other two, followed up with a heel kick to one and two blows to the head to the last one. Hope then swooped down, snatched up their phones, and rapidly walked away. The first attack hadn't lasted ten seconds.

"This is your last chance to get out of this," I whispered to Valerie.

"I'm sorry, Mother," Valerie sighed. I didn't have time to know what that meant because I figured the open nature of Hope's attack was Christina's way of telling the rest of us it was time to strike back for what Rhaine's people had done to our side yesterday. I turned and clocked Alice hard enough to knock her down.

"Rio, get her phone," I hissed to my friend. Rio was surprised for a second, then jumped on Alice's body. People around us began murmuring but most were in shock. I didn't wait around because I had spotted a group of five of Rhaine's people a few feet ahead. The ripples of Hope's attack started to reach them when I kicked the first one in the back.

Valerie was right at my side, flipping a second girl over before she had a chance. I saw Iona grabbing up their phones even as we fought on. The remaining three were able to turn and face us but it didn't do them any good. We steamrolled over them, punching and kicking them into the ground. The first girl near us began to scream as I closed on the next group.

This turned out to be Joy and Mercy. Valerie was about to pummel them but I held her back.

"Joy, Mercy, sit on the ground and give us your phones," I growled. They hesitated and tried to back up.

"Mercy, do it," Rio hissed. "I don't want to see you get hurt." That did it for Mercy, and she took to her seat and handed her phone to Rio.

Rio showing compassion toward Mercy was unlooked for and something we'd have to talk about when this bout of madness ended. Joy went down beside Mercy, allowing Valerie and I to move on. By the time we closed on the fourth group, the general student body had figured out something bad was happening and parted like the Red Sea as we approached our quarry.

The three girls we approached knew we were coming. I could read their disbelief in their eyes; they couldn't imagine that the attacks they'd perpetrated on our people were coming back to haunt them. One got a blow into my stomach before we finished them off, giving their downed forms a few extra kicks before heading for our last targets.

There were four of them, with the added complications of a history teacher named Mrs. Cunningham who was a matronly, sixty-something-year-old instructor. They were standing at the four doors that entered into the Dining Hall and if I had been them, I would have run, but I guessed that the teacher standing so close made them assume we'd hold back; we didn't.

The first girl stepped up to say something to me when I split her lip and sent her stumbling back. I kicked the one farthest away while Valerie punched another one in the throat. I chased the second girl down and while she was bent over, I pounded her in the cheek and planted her in the ground.

I spun back and kicked the first girl in the face, flipping her over, and witnessed Valerie run the fourth girl into a door and knock her out. Mrs. Cunningham finally recovered enough to grab my arm.

"What are you doing?" she muttered weakly.

"Yesterday, these girls thought it would be fun to kick some of their fellow students down some stairs, landing them to the infirmary," I responded. "Today they reaped what they sowed." I had no idea if any of the girls I'd attacked had actually beaten up any of Christina's people, but that wasn't the point.

The Administration had let Rhaine's girls know that they wanted Christina's people intimidated and suppressed. Not being schooled in the application of force, things had escalated when Christina's people had not backed down. The Chancellor had let them think they were entitled and we'd just shown them they were not; they were going to be held accountable for what they did.

Mrs. Cunningham released me and bent over the first moaning girl. Iona came up with a handful of phones.

"What do we do with these?" she asked.

"Give them to me," chuckled Rio. She took the phones, took out the memory cards, and chucked the phones up on the roof.

In the end, Christina only used twenty of us to send eighty of Rhaine's people to the infirmary, and we accomplished it all in under five minutes. We brazenly arrived at breakfast, most of us making for the food line but Rio sprinting for the bathrooms to flush the evidence. Up with the teachers, things were in utter chaos.

Gorman's walky-talky didn't seem to be working (thank you, Cordelia) so she grabbed the closest student and wrote them a message. She handed it to the girl (a freshman) who promptly read it, then ate it right in front of the coach. Coach sat that girl down, grabbed a second girl. This one took the message and ran straight to the bathroom and flushed it.

Around Chancellor Bass a storm was boiling over. Several teachers had witnessed the violence and wanted something done about it before one of them was drug into the matter by means of a physical confrontation. They were demanding the attacking students to be rounded up immediately.

Several teachers, led by Dr. Larson, were begging, pleading, and demanding that the Chancellor call it quits with this whole suppression scheme. Bass refused to budge, ordering Gorman to round everyone up and hold them in the parking lot. Gorman was trapped.

"That's insane," Dana snapped. "What am I going to round them up with -- students? We've seen how well that's worked. I don't have enough security guards to peacefully bring them in and my only alternative is to bring in the Sheriff's Department and use force, and I'm not going to do that."

"You will if I tell you to," the Chancellor threatened. Dana threw her hands up in the air and backed away. She paced for about a minute, long enough for us to get our food and take our seats...which were all in one section of the Dining Hall due to some 'screw up' (read: Cordelia) in their seating assignment. There appeared to be around three hundred of us now and morale was high.

I caught sight of Gorman angling toward Christina and starting to talk. Christina signaled for her to stop but only long enough to summon three people to her, one being me. Temperance, the senior, was one of them, and the third was a girl I'd only known by her photograph. She was Hannah Cartwright, the Sophomore Class President.

"I'm asking for a cease-fire," Dana reiterated. "The fighting ends on both sides, strict discipline will be enforced for any and all infractions, and there will be no administrative actions for what has happened over the past forty-eight hours."

"We want our phones, tablets, and laptops back, plus the ability to use them," Temperance stated.

"All expulsions are to be cancelled and the procedure to bring Heaven back is to begin immediately," I continued. Dana nodded to both addendums.

"I want my security system back," Dana countered.

"We will start looking for it as soon as this deal goes through," Christina agreed.

"That is the best I can hope for," Dana sighed. She stuck out her hand to Christina, who stood and shook it. "Deal?" Christina looked around to get our consensus.

"Deal," Christina echoed. I wanted to sit back and savor our partial victory but Christina was tense and nervous and that infected us all.

When Dana got back to the Chancellor, she made her case. Dr. Bass glared at her for a moment but the words that followed, while spoken in a low voice, reverberated throughout the hall.

"That's idiotic; we will not negotiate with these children. Your incompetence has led us to this point, Ms. Gorman; you are fired." Several teachers immediately protested but Dana simply put down her walky-talky, turned, and strolled out of the room.

Dr. Bass cancelled classes for the day and confined everyone to their dorm rooms and dorm floors until the situation was resolved. Christina told us to ignore the travel restrictions but to keep in groups and avoid confronting security. When we were ordered from the hall, I noticed everyone was traveling in groups now, even the teachers. Things had become totally crazy.

As Valerie, Rio, Iona and I returned to our dorm, we ran across Alice coming back from the nurse's office. When she saw us, she looked hurt and a bit afraid, but she showed enough courage to confront me.

"Why did you hit me?" she demanded. "I did nothing to deserve that."

"Alice, you were sent to spy on me, or did you search every dorm room as thoroughly as you searched mine?" I shot back.

"I was told to do that when I accepted the position of Dorm Mother," she replied.

"Did it occur to you that I might resent being singled out for persecution and, if given a chance, I'd strike back?" I explained. "If not, it should have, especially after yesterday."

"I had nothing to do with what happened to those other girls," she shook her head.

"Listen, you stupid cunt," Rio snapped. "You got orders from the same person who sent those girls to hurt our friends."

"When you chose to take Barbie Lynn's place, you placed yourself side by side with those mean girls, Alice," Iona added. "You chose to be a soldier in their army. Soldiers get shot, even if they don't get involved in shooting at the enemy themselves."

"It is time for you to go," Valerie told Alice. Alice stayed in the hallway as the rest of us walked away. By the time we made it to my door, Pandora, Paige, Brandi, and Opal had joined us. 

"Cordelia wants your hook-up activated once more," Pandora informed me. She had a bruised right eye and a bandage above the eyebrow. "She figures any minute now, the Chancellor will shut down our regular internet lines."

"Sure thing," I agreed.

"I'll get the hot oil and work Valerie over after that tough fight she was in," Rio volunteered.

"Boundaries," Valerie cautioned my buddy. "Besides, if anyone works over this body, it will be Zane." Rio chortled and I gave the tall biker-chick a skeptical look.

"Just kidding," she laughed, "though we both could probably use some stress relief." That train of thought was interrupted by a fresh group of freshmen entering the area. I went over to one of the glass panels that gave me a view over the campus. Small groups of students were violating the curfew, and here and there a lone campus security guard gave chase but it was an uneven struggle. Students could run inside a dorm and vanish, and Campus Security didn't have the resources to search every dorm room.

The pair that came up the stairs thirty minutes later was a real stunner. It was Barbie Lynn with her knee wrapped up, being supported by...Dana Gorman. Dana also had a backpack that clinked very time she moved.

"Look what I found sneaking across campus," Gorman snorted. No one said anything; she was the Evil Henchman, after all.

"Thanks, Dana," I said, as I took Barbie off her hands, "take a seat and relax for a while. What brings you to my room, anyway?" Barbie looked terribly concerned by this turn of events.

"My cable is dead -- no internet or TV -- and I don't have access to the few remaining security systems, so I figured if anyone had access to the outside world, it would be you," Dana related.

"What do you need?" I continued.

"I'd like to watch some international soccer," she told me. I looked toward Paige, who shrugged, then nodded. Dana took a spot on the closest sofa to a TV and sat down. She unzipped her backpack and pulled out a beer. Rio homed in on that and jumped over the sofa beside Dana.

"What do you think you are doing?" Dana asked Rio as my friend put her hand into the satchel.

"Getting a beer; I figure we are all rebels here," Rio smirked.

"No, you are a rebel; I'm unemployed, and I don't want to add a criminal conviction for giving alcohol to a minor to my list of accomplishments," Dana explained.

"Come with me," Valerie commanded, as she scooped up Rio's arm and headed away. "Let's play some pool."

"Oh!" Rio bubbled, "Are you going to use your big hard stick on me?"

"Yes; it is called caning," Valerie retorted.

BARBIE LYNN, IONA AND ZANE

Iona was looking lost with everyone seemingly going in different directions, so I took her by the hand and, with Barbie Lynn, retired to my bedroom.

"I love you two," I sighed as the stress slowly started to recede. Barbie Lynn pulled close to my side and when I looked at her, we kissed. Iona pressed into my front and rested her head on my chest.

Our lips parted and I looked to Iona, who was giving me a wide-eyed smile. We kissed for some time until Barbie Lynn began massaging my rod through my pants. I returned to Barbie until Iona hugged me tight, resulting in me going back and forth for a while.

"Let's go to bed," Iona suddenly spoke up. Barbie Lynn chuckled at the smaller girl's assertiveness while I marveled at how far she'd come from the scared girl who had grabbed my arm only a few weeks earlier.

I sat Barbie Lynn down on the edge of the bed and worked off her skirt first. I stopped Iona from doing the same, preferring to undress her next. I alternated taking off items of clothing until they were finally naked on the bed, side by side before me. 

"Well, Zane," Barbie Lynn began, sliding one leg up until the heel was touching her thigh.

"What are you waiting for," Iona finished, mimicking Barbie's movements.

"I would like to express right now how much I've missed the both of you," I swore to them.

"Less talk; more action," Barbie Lynn instructed. I began stripping as fast as I could and the girls crawled underneath the covers.

Iona was on her back, propped up on her elbows as I finished shedding my clothes. Barbie Lynn surprised her by rolling onto her side and taking a nipple into her mouth, causing Iona to give a startled squeak. Iona had not expected to be the center of our attention...that was normally Barbie Lynn's role...so she couldn't mount an effective defense against our combined affections.

We each feasted on a nipple, taking the occasional stop to kiss Iona deeply, or one another, with Iona's breasts rubbing against our cheeks. Both our hands made our way to Iona's honey box, pulled her reluctant legs apart, and began rubbing all over her pubic area. We pushed fingers almost a knuckle deep into her super-tight virgin cunt.

Barbie and I spread her juices around, making the whole pubic mound slick and fluid. We even put our fingers on opposite sides of her clit and rolled them back and forth, sending her over the edge.

"Jesus," she panted. "Oh, thank you, thank you...oh, thank you," she gasped. "This feels so good...YESSSSSSS!!" she cried out.

At this point, I was thinking about letting Iona go but Barbie Lynn kept flicking her clit and probing her pussy while sucking in and twirling her breast. I added a finger to the mix and kissed Iona, who desperately tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth -- ouch! At the same time, Iona's back arched off the bed again and again, her thighs trembled, and she clutched at the headboard so hard it shook.

At the point I feared Iona's heart would explode, I pushed Barbie Lynn's hand away and she looked up with her lips slick with the saliva generated by sucking on Iona's tits.

"She is the best friend I've made all year," Barbie Lynn confided in me.

"Better than me?" I questioned.

"Honey," she drawled, "I think we can agree you're a tad more than a friend."

"What am I, then," I teased; "pen pal, cyber-fan, bosom buddy?"

"I think bosom buddy..." she grinned as she squeezed her magnificent orbs together, "...is closer to what I'm aiming for."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 16



"My pussy is still quivering," Iona mumbled in a tiny voice. "Did I lose my virginity?"

"No, Baby," Barbie Lynn cooed to her, "You had a really good one is all. That is what an orgasm is supposed to feel like. That is what Zane does to me every time." Huh? I do?

"Oh," Iona sighed dreamily, "I like that. Isn't it your turn now?"

"It certainly is, and Zane knows what I want, don't you," she winked.

"I'll get it," I feigned annoyance, "but I'm still going to take my time with you. I'm not rushing into anything."

"I like the way you think," Barbie Lynn purred. She laid out on the bed, her beautiful breasts spreading out and her hair cascading over the pillows she rested on. It hurt to move away from the sight of her.

I got a small tube of lube, crawled over to her, and wedged the tube to the small of her back. Letting her body warm it up would make the sensation more pleasurable.

"Whoa, that's cold," she gasped and wiggled.

"Let me warm you up, then," I grinned. I moved underneath the sheets and then between her legs.

"Hello," she said demurely, my body poised over hers, our faces nose to nose. She rested her elbows on my shoulders with her arms up. "This feels good, Zane, feels right." Her thighs pressed against mine and my cock rested on her pubic mound. I moved my face down and stole a quick kiss. Barbie followed suit and soon we were lip-locked.

In time we were trading kisses on the neck and earlobes, our heads playfully moving back and forth. When I reached the top of her breastbone, Barbie Lynn flinched; she'd tried to loop her bum knee over my leg and the pain had been a sharp reminder of her limitations. I lowered myself and took a nipple into my lips and tickled it with my tongue.

"Does that make it feel better?" I teased her.

"Uh-huh," she purred, "now get back to it." I hardly felt inclined to deny her request and began alternating each nipple and breast. I let my lips and tongue go over every inch of her breast, especially along the base where a slight taste of sweat mixed with the scent of her body soap.

"Zane, I want you in me," she pleaded with sultry passion.

"But I want this," I responded, running my hand along her puffy cunt lips.

"I promise we can do that later, you know how much I love your tongue, but I'm missing something else even more," she expressed her desire.

I thought about the body dynamics of the situation and decided the best solution was to roll Barbie Lynn's hips on their side, lifting her left, uninjured leg to my shoulder. Retrieving the warm lube, I rubbed some liberally over her butt hole and two of my fingers, pushing the middle finger gently in first.

Barbie Lynn flexed her body and moaned as the finger pressed into her. Soon she was rocking her hips and pushing down on my hand.

"That still looks painful," Iona whispered as she moved in for a closer look.

"The pleasure far exceeds the pain, Shugah." Barbie Lynn expressed what was about to come.

I leaned/crawled over her hips, one hand still working Barbie's tits over while I kissed a nipple and tugged on it with my teeth. Barbie was letting her arm roam around when Iona intercepted it and put the blonde's fingertips to her mouth. Unbidden, Iona began sucking on those fingers and I could see that Barbie was torn between the eroticism of the act and the fact it was innocent little Iona who was doing it.

Barbie Lynn used her free hand to push her succulent boob deeper into my mouth...not that there was any way I could get it all into my mouth. Iona went from finger to finger, spending extra time on the thumb. Barbie's chest began heaving from the excitement and took a jolt when I sunk my second finger into her rectum.

"Are you okay?" Iona worried.

"Yes, yes, yes," Barbie Lynn exulted happily, "and it's going to get better real soon."

I decided to move two fingers along her sopping wet slit and let my thumb depress her clit and rub it around.

"Aha...ah...oh, yeah," she panted as my hands began working in tandem. I could tell Barbie Lynn was fighting a losing battle against her orgasm and I wasn't in a mood to make things easy. I rammed my two fingers deep into her ass while biting her nipple and strumming her clit as fast as I could.

"Lord Jesus loves Meeeeeee!!!!" she went off. "Gah! Yeah, yeah...oh...ugh...baby...Yes!" Barbie Lynn went on and on with increasing volume. Her pussy dripped all over my fingers, slick and sensual to my touch. I brought those fingers to my lips, going back for a second taste while her body still shook from her climax.

"Don't mind us," Rio announced as she strolled into my room, pulling a reluctant Mercy behind her. "My bitch is here and I'm going to bite a chunk off."

"Hi, Mercy," Iona waved. Mercy shot her an embarrassed smile. Rio led her to the far side of the bed. I was a bit concerned that too many people were coming into my room but I couldn't look everywhere and pay attention to Barbie Lynn and Iona too.

I took up the lube and coated my cock. Before I could spread it out evenly, Iona reached down and did the job for me, even sharing a shy smile with me as she did so. She even helped me lodge it against Barbie Lynn's anus. Iona felt the tension along my penis until Barbie's sphincter gave way and let me in, then she moved her hand away.

"Wow," she whispered, even as Barbie Lynn sighed in satisfaction. As a counterpoint, we heard

"On your knees, Slut-Bunny," Rio barked to Mercy. She pushed Mercy forward face-first on the bed, flipped up her skirt, and took a bite out of her butt. Mercy yelped and buried her face in the sheets. Sometimes Rio could be sane, but totally nuts was her default setting.

I measured the tremors in her body as I gently pressed my body onto Barbie Lynn's hips, deepening the penetration of my cock into her back passage.

"Oh, God, Zane," she moaned. "This never gets old...filling me up like you do." I slapped her meaty butt cheek hard enough to leave an angry red handprint. Barbie gave a deep intake of breath that became a squeal of joy.

Mercy grunted as Rio yanked her panties off her butt and down her legs.

"Crawl over there and give Barbie Lynn a kiss," Rio demanded. Mercy gulped and hesitated to respond so Rio hauled off and smacked her butt hard enough for people outside the room to hear. Mercy's eyes grew wide, her mouth gaped open, and her cheeks flushed, then she smiled.

She made her way slowly across the bed, clearly enticing Rio to spank her several more times. Mercy first brought Barbie Lynn's gaze over toward her by tipping her chin with one careful hand. The first kiss was tentative and tender. SMACK!

"Kiss her like you want to be kissed, you whore!" Rio taunted Mercy. As she spanked her with one hand, she drove two fingers into Mercy's cunt with the other.

I had to assume that Mercy was already pretty wet because instead of pulling away from the penetration, Mercy leaned forward on her elbows while thrusting her hips back against Rio's intrusion. While I was being sensitive to the slow burn Barbie Lynn was going through, Rio drove her hand rapidly like a maniac.

It was a good thing that Mercy liked it rough, but then she chose to be with Rio as much as Rio chose to pick on her. At the opposite side of the expression spectrum, Iona curled up against Barbie's other side and let her lips gracefully flit along the shoulder and arm. Mercy returned for another kiss at the same time I reached my full expansion inside of Barbie Lynn.

"Oh...my," Barbie gasped. I waited as she adjusted internally while Mercy kissed her with a lot more passion and intensity. That didn't stop Rio from administering a few more sharp smacks to Mercy's bottom, compelling Mercy to rumble with a hunger for more. Iona let her lips migrate from arm to hip, and leading up Barbie Lynn's hip to my stomach.

"Reach a hand back here and take over, you slut," Rio told Mercy. When Mercy made the maneuver, Rio began stripping down. Unlike this weekend, she had only her two labia piercings in, though she still had her tattoo along the hip. She gave me both raised eyebrows to go along with her insane grin as the clothes finished coming off.

I partially withdrew my member from Barbie Lynn, eliciting a moan. Iona settled up against me, resting her hands on my chest and hip. I kept a grip on Barbie's hip and slipped a hand around Iona's hip and buttocks, rubbed it along her anus, ending at her pussy.

"Ugh," Iona grunted, as I stroked her kitty and sunk a finger inside.

The group of us got into a rhythm once Rio knelt behind Mercy and began lapping up her pussy and squeezing her ass. By the way Barbie Lynn was pushing and rotating her hips, grabbing the sheets in tight fists and moaning between her kisses with Mercy, she was approaching her second orgasm.

"Zane...Jesus Christ, Zane...oh, God, Baby...ah, aha...YES!!!" she screamed. Her ass muscles gripped, twisted, and squeezed my cock so hard, it took all my concentration to not shoot off into her rectum. Barbie Lynn kept pulsing and rocking over the sheets as waves of intense pleasure crested and slowly worked its way through her system.

Iona and I started seriously kissing as she stood on her knees beside me.

"I want to try something," I told her.

"He wants to try something?" I heard Valerie's voice talking to an unseen party. "Somehow the current five-way isn't enough for him." There was a snort in agreement of that.

I pumped Barbie Lynn four times in quick succession, then leaned back until my cock was at the very edge of leaving her butt. My torso pivoted, I slipped my arms between Iona's legs and pulled her up by her buttocks and to me.

"What?" she gasped.

As Iona rose up and I twisted back to a face-forward position, I licked and tongue-tickled my way from her chest, to her stomach, and finally to her pubic hair.

"Ah...oh, okay," Iona exhaled with pleasure. She put her hands on my shoulders, moved higher, and moved her legs over my arms and rested them on my shoulders.

I still had to hold tight to her ass and raise her to the point I could get my mouth fully on her clit and moist lips.

"Oh, damn," Rio giggled, "Zane's making me pull out my toys." SMACK! "Mercy, you behave." Rio moved off the bed, stopped, and said, "You had better not remember where I'm getting these from," to another person.

"I wouldn't think of it," Dana Gorman allowed. Clearly my surprise showed in my body because she spoke again. "I wanted to see what all my girls were giggling and whispering about in the showers. I put it down to standard virgin girl hysteria. Now..."

"I half expect some porn director to say 'Cut -- print' at any second," Valerie added.

I really didn't need my sex life critiqued at this moment. I was balancing one girl on my face, licking her silly, while pounding Barbie Lynn's ass. Seriously, can't a man have a simple three-way with two college girls in his room in peace? I was soon too overwhelmed by the price of my sexual ambition to worry about that question.

I drank deep of Iona's nectar, licking along the folds from top to bottom while letting my upper lip press against her throbbing clit. She took one hand from my shoulder, wrapped it up in my hair, and cautiously pushed my face deeper into her cunt.

"Oh, God, Zane...ah, yes, yes, yes," she panted. "That's it...right there...AH!"

Iona began riding my face with greater and greater vigor. Barbie Lynn gyrated against my crotch. I heard a vibrator cut on and Mercy groaned as Rio did something to her. I suspected that was moving her off Barbie because Barbie began using greater force against me. I began to feel a tightness building up in my guts as my blood pounded from the exertions I was putting myself through.

"Come here, Mercy," Rio coaxed, "On your back, my little slut, and spread those legs." I wished I could see what she was up to because soon Mercy was moaning and gurgling all over the place.

"Please, Rio," Mercy pleaded, "please..."

"Do you like that?" Rio teased. "Wiggle that ass for me, then, Baby."

"Ah...oh, Rio, I love you," Mercy moaned. SMACK!

"None of that, you skank," Rio snapped. "You are my toy, nothing more."

"Yes," sobbed Mercy.

"Good girl," Rio responded. Mercy gave off a hiccup, then a gasp of pleasure. "You know you are my tight-ass whore; right?" Her victim lurched and moaned several more times.

"Yes, yes...I understand," Mercy gasped. "I'm yours...whenever...you want." SMACK!

"Good girl. Now shake that ass, Bitch," Rio continued. Mercy began making choking -- sobbing sounds. "Don't you dare cum until you get me off. Work that tongue like you mean it." I could now visualize Rio and Mercy in a sixty-nine, Rio on top, with a dildo up Mercy's butt.

While figuring that out, I almost missed Iona starting to spasm on my face. I could feel her vagina contracting on my tongue. One hand was yanking and releasing my hair while the fingernails on the other dug into my shoulder. I moved my tongue and latched onto her clit with my lips and sucked on it for all I was worth.

"Ah...oh, oh...oh, ZANE!!!!!" Iona screamed. Her fluids dripped over my nose, into my mouth, and down my chin, but that wasn't my problem. My problem was that Iona's body was convulsing, bending her backward toward the head of the bed and me forward into Barbie Lynn. Of course, if I couldn't stop Iona's progress, she'd topple onto Barbie Lynn too.

"Oh, Godfuckdamn!" Barbie exploded as I rammed my full length into her inadvertently. "Jesus, love..." which was cut off by her orgasm taking over. Her anal muscles constricted and that was it for me. Hot semen shot down Barbie's gut, causing her to scream even louder. My whole body was trembling from my ejaculation, plus the strain the two women were putting on me.

Somehow I hung on long enough for Iona to reach behind her, catching the headboard, while Barbie Lynn extended her arms up to brace Iona from tumbling over.

"Fuck, yeah, that's what I'm talking about," Rio laughed. "Mercy, you can come now."

"Uh...uh...thank...oh, God," Mercy gasped out. "Rio...uhmmm...ugh," she choked out before she buried her face into Rio's pussy and muffled further expressions of ecstasy.

"GRrrr," Rio growled, before burying her face into the top of Mercy's thigh. I figured by Mercy's thrashing that Rio took a bit of a nip out of her playmate's flesh. In a shuddering heap of sweaty flesh, Iona, Barbie Lynn, and I flopped onto the bed without anyone being crushed. They lay there while I remained on my knees.

"Damn," Valerie chuckled, "I feel like a virgin all over again."

"Hell, I need to take a shower and I just sat here," Gorman agreed. I moved between Barbie Lynn and Iona. "Fuck...he's still hard."

"Zane's like that," Barbie Lynn laughed between gasps of breath. "He's always hard after the first round, God bless his soul."

Iona snuggled into me, kissing my chest between gulps of air.

"It's only been thirty minutes," Iona sighed. "We'll let him recharge a little bit before going at him again."

"Yes, my butt hurts," Barbie Lynn added. "I won't be ready for...say an hour."

Rio dismounted Mercy and rolled next to Barbie Lynn.

"Mercy, get up here and kiss me, damn it," Rio breathed huskily. Mercy staggered around on all fours and crawled up Rio's body until she straddled her. A dreamy smile on her face, Mercy went to kiss Rio on the lips but Rio stopped her.

"No, you don't, you cunt," Rio chastised her. "Here," she indicated her chin. Mercy kissed it. Rio then led Mercy on a slow quest over her nose, cheeks, earlobe, and finally the lips. Rio grabbed Mercy's hips and pulled the older girl down on top of her.

"Okay, I have to ask; how did Rio end up in bed with Mercy? Mercy is one of my better martial artists and Rio is...well, Rio -- kind of an annoying little twerp," Gorman wondered.

"I won her playing bingo," was Rio's smarmy comeback.

"They developed a relationship when you put her in our path," I was a bit more honest. "Mercy discovered something about herself and someone in Rio who could satisfy her needs." To emphasize the point, Rio spanked Mercy's ass hard and the girl humped Rio in response.

"So, besides Cappadocia, are there any of my other girls you...have a relationship with?" Dana inquired. She even leaned forward on the chair she was sitting on.

"What makes you think Cappy and I have a thing?" I asked.

"On Monday," Dana rolled her eyes at my naiveté, "she hated you and on Wednesday, she couldn't keep her eyes off of you and couldn't drive the other teammates out of the gym for your...private lesson. Just because I'm over thirty doesn't mean I'm soft in the head."

"That's not fair, Coach," Rio smiled past Mercy. "We never thought you were bright."

Before I could say or do anything, Barbie Lynn elbowed her.

"Ow!" Rio snickered. "Why are you hitting me?"

"I owe you. You said a bad thing, and Zane says never fight yesterday's battles. Now that the Coach is no longer the bad girl, we don't pick on her," Barbie Lynn explained.

"But I'm always annoying," Rio countered. "Why is this time special?"

"Rio, don't you think Zane deserves a break? He's always throwing himself onto the train tracks for you and you give him shit for it," Barbie Lynn sounded a bit cross. "After all, you wouldn't have Mercy if you'd had your way. Zane was right about you being good for the rest of us to know, and he was right about saving Mercy. I trust him about Coach because I trust you too."

"Trust -- smust, I'll keep my spank-o-matic," Rio grimaced. She clearly got Barbie Lynn's point but admitting it at the moment wasn't in her. "So, does anyone want to give Mercy a hard spanking? If not, I'm going to get my big strap-on and ream her ass until she is so hoarse, she can't scream anymore."

"Don't you think you two need to grow together before using the 'OMG' model?" I warned her. That thing would tear Mercy's unprepared butt to shreds. I reached over Barbie Lynn and spanked Mercy four times, two to each ass cheek. She yelped and jolted with each contact, and while tears welled in her eyes, she couldn't have been happier.

"I'm getting my favorite strap-on, then," Rio wiggled from under Mercy.

"Hold her back," Valerie joked. "She's lost her mind." Mercy buried her face in the bed, shook her head, and raised her butt up in the air. "Fine, if it's the Spas-monkey you want, so be it."

"Have some of this," Barbie Lynn fished out the lubricant and handed it to Mercy. "I don't know how patient Rio is going to be when she gets back."

Rio, who was only a few feet away getting out and attaching her strap-on, stuck out her tongue at Valerie and Barbie. "Spas-monkey? I prefer Vibrator-Bunny, or didn't you two get my tweet?"

"How about Vibrating Spas?" Iona suggested. Rio howled and charged the bed.

"That's it," she giggled, "that tight little virgin butt-hole is mine!" Iona squawked and buried herself under my side.

"That's my virgin butt to nurture and enjoy, bro, not yours," I taunted Rio as I reached around and put a comforting arm around Iona. I wasn't sure how Iona would take that. Her kisses to my ribs ended those worries.

"I'll nipple twist you for her," Rio grinned. Belying her threat, she was lining up behind Mercy while Mercy was rubbing lube all along her ass cleft and anus.

"I never considered the benefits of anal sex in a school full of virgin school girls," Valerie mused. "Oral sex, I expected, but not anal."

"Somehow, when the Founders created the Purity Pledge, I suspect they were forbidding all kinds of intercourse, but they never counted on Zane," Dana stated.

"Rio, I'm not going to take you on in a contest you love and I hate," I smiled. "How about a shoot-off? I'll spot you two orgasms."

"Four," Rio hissed. She'd spread the oil over her dildo and was slowly pushing it into the ass of Mercy. Mercy had her face still buried in the sheets, her fists balled up and her hips pushing back.




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"Uh...uh...uh," Mercy groaned, as Rio penetrated with short jabs. She rested her hands on Mercy's shoulder and neck.

"Okay, now I'm grateful I sleep on my back," Valerie commented. "I promised Zane I wouldn't break her, but if I felt that poking my hiney, I'd stick it somewhere she'd not soon forget."

"Do the world a favor and stick it in her mouth," Dana smirked.

"Hardy, har-har," Rio chuckled. She reached down beside Mercy, retrieved her vibrator, and began rubbing it along that girl's pussy slit and clit. Barbie Lynn reached for my cock and began stroking it, rubbing it along her ass and between her cheeks.

"I need another beer," Dana sighed. "All this is doing is reminding me that plastic doesn't really get the job done."

"Get me a Coke and I'll get the popcorn," Valerie said. "After all, I have an open invitation to join whenever I want." I had to wonder when that had happened...then I remembered Rio and her big mouth.

Iona had settled in on her side, head propped up on her elbow, as she watched me push into Barbie Lynn once more. I had my hands on her hip and thigh, pushing in with more force this time around.

"Feels...so...good," Barbie Lynn sighed, as my cock filled up her rectum. "Make me feel good, Daddy."

I lifted up her left leg, then gingerly took her wounded leg and raised it to my shoulder as well. As I felt the deep reaches of her bowels envelop me, Barbie Lynn arched her back and let out a sob of joy.

"Oh, that's what I need," she moaned, "That's what I've missed."

Unlike our first round, this time we were raw with our hunger for one another. I kneaded her breasts, teasing and pulling the nipples from time to time. Her body was folded up so that our faces were close enough for me to lock onto those gorgeous bedroom blue eyes. Barbie licked her lips and blew kisses at me.

I was so into Barbie sensually that I almost missed Mercy going off next to us.

"Oh God, oh fuck, oh God!" she verbally exploded. "Please!!!" Rio kept up the slap, slap, slap of her thighs against Mercy's butt.

"Don't you give up on me, Bitch," Rio taunted her. She grabbed a handful of Mercy's hair and pulled her shoulder up off the bed until she was balancing on her hands and knees.

Rio shot a look my way and mouthed 'I love you' as she kept working Mercy over into one cascading orgasm after another. I was pounding deep into Barbie Lynn's tight orifice, Rio was happy, and Iona was giving me a dreamy, contented look. Life could hardly be better.

"Zane, we need to...Oh, My God!" Virginia Goodswell cried out in a shocked voice.

"Here, have my seat, Virginia," Gorman grinned. "You look like you are about to fall over." I hadn't even heard Dana or Valerie return.

"Zane, what are you doing?" Virginia questioned.

"I'm a little busy," I ground out. Fucking was hard, attention intensive, and pleasurable work.

"Virginia, he's having anal intercourse with Barbie Lynn Masters," Dana chuckled. "I thought that would have been obvious. Rio Talon is using a strap-on and a dildo on Mercy Chaplain, and Iona, having been touched and licked to two orgasms, is sitting this round out."

"I can see that and...Dana, what are you doing here?" Virginia, my Spiritual Advisor, asked.

"I'm unemployed so they aren't my students anymore," Dana snorted. "Also, Zane's got one of the few illegal internet hook-up plus satellite TV. My apartment is a tomb, comparatively."

"This was the farthest thing from my mind when I learned my Dad was sending me to an All-Girl Christian University," Valerie added.

"It is the skirts," Rio giggled. "Zane can't keep his hands off the skirts."

"In my experience, Zane has the pathological desire to worship the female form," Iona joined in.

"Listen, I knew Zane was having...relationships, but coming in and finding him in bed with four women...girls...students is a bit much to wrap my mind around," Virginia related. "My sex life has been a bit vanilla."

"I prefer to think of mine as disappointing," Dana confessed.

"All my boyfriends have lived under threat of dismemberment, so I've had it pretty safe too," Valerie stated. 

"Threat of dismemberment?" Virginia stammered.

"She's a member of a major criminal biker organization in the Rockies," Dana informed her.

"We are a motorcycle club," Valerie defended her family.

"I'm having sex here," I growled. "If you don't mind..."

"We are good, Zane," Valerie replied. "Don't worry about us, and Barbie needs you."

"Gee, thanks," I grumbled, but she was right; Barbie Lynn needed my attention.

"Ms. Palmer, every one of your known associates, except your baby sister, has a criminal record," Dana said.

"I've never been convicted of anything," Val countered, "and Mom got off on a bad search."

Mercy cried out as Rio shifted to sharp powerful jabs with her artificial cock.

"I've got a record," Rio crowed proudly.

"That only means you were sloppy enough to get caught," Valerie pointed out.

"It wasn't my fault; I ran out of road while driving a stolen Porsche," Rio told us.

"You stole a Porsche?" Valerie asked.

"How do you run out of road in an expensive, high-performance sports car?" Virginia wondered.

"Yes...take that, Mercy, you bitch," slap, slap, "I stole a Porsche and I ran out of road when I cruised into another car showroom on the far side of town. Who knew that those dumb sons-of-bitches didn't put a back way out that place?"

"Rio, why did you steal something that didn't belong to you in the first place?" Iona begged to know.

"Blame drugs, teenage hormones, or the fact that it was a school night, I hadn't studied for a test the next day, and this sounded like the best way of not having to take it," Rio suggested.

I would have told them that was Rio-speak for 'I have no idea' except I'd finally stretched Barbie Lynn's hamstrings to the point we had our tongues entwined, mouths pressed, and teeth nibbling on each other's lips like famished lovers. I could feel her anal spasm vibrating up through her body and her lungs fighting for air. She was getting close and I thought it was going to be a big one.

"That would be an exhibition of low impulse control," Dana chided Rio.

"I think it shows poor life choices," Virginia stated.

"I think it shows she's fucking nuts," Valerie declared.

"Fine...whatever, but I'm one of the two people fucking a sweet piece of ass while you dykes are sitting on the sidelines," Rio taunted them.

"You are my students," Virginia began, "I don't..." She was interrupted by Barbie Lynn.

"Ugh...Oh, Lord Jesus...Zane," she gasped then, "Aaaaiiiiii!!!" she screamed so loud I was afraid my brain would explode. She kept trying to buck me off and thrash about so violently that I was afraid she'd hurt herself, or me.

I rode that wave for almost a minute before Barbie Lynn made one final strenuous effort, then went limp in my arms. I gently shifted her legs down my sides to rest on the bed. I remained propped over her until her eyes focused on me and an ephemeral smile graced her lips.

"Ummm...sleepy," she purred.

"Okay, Babe," I said, then kissed her nose. Her eyes closed and her breathing became low and regular. "Okay," I whispered once again. I slowly withdrew from her and slid down the bed.

"What was that?" Virginia asked softly.

"I'm pretty sure that was an orgasm," Dana responded.

"No, I think that was fucking a girl into unconsciousness," Valerie countered.

"Ugh, ugh, uh...Rio...oh, yeah...it hurts," Mercy moaned.

"And here goes the other one," Dana chuckled.

"I know it hurts, Mercy-slut, now cum for your Momma," Rio groaned to Mercy as he pressed her body onto Mercy's back.

"Ugh...I...I'm...trying," Mercy gasped out, then she screamed as Rio rammed the vibrator onto Mercy's clit and flicked it onto the high setting. "Oh, Fuck Me!!" she screamed. Mercy's body fell forward prostrate on the bed, her lungs fighting for air and her thighs and ass shaking uncontrollably.

"Zane, does this kind of thing hap-...oh, my God, Zane, you are still hard," Virginia exclaimed.

"Honestly," I sighed, "if I had fewer beautiful women in my life, I'd have more blood to the brain to think straight with." I finished up by opening my wardrobe and taking out a robe.

"Now I'm going to take a shower, get re-hydrated, then come back here and see if I can convince Iona to give me a little more of her time," I continued.

"I'll join you," Rio grinned, as she slipped off the strap-on.

"I'll come along as well," Iona said as she popped off the bed, only to end up on wobbly legs.

"No," Virginia commanded, "Zane showers alone. You two aren't even dressed so there is no way you are going out there among all those other girls sticky with sex."

Rio traipsed over to my dresser and pulled out two of my dress shirts. She tossed one to Iona and put on the other.

"See, I'm dressed," Rio declared.

"No, you are not; that shirt isn't even buttoned," Virginia responded. At this point, I walked out of the room and toward the shower near the hot tub (as opposed to the one by the sauna).

PAIGE REVISITED

With the looks I was getting, I almost wished I could back up. Some of the fifty or so girls at my place wondered what the hell all that screaming was about, a few knew what it was but couldn't believe the volume of the noise, and a few came up and kissed me.

"Hey, Slugger," Opal teased me after a deep tongue tackle. "Who in the hell where you giving it to?"

Brandi came up and wrapped an arm around Opal's arm.

"It was Barbie Lynn," Paige snuck up on me and volunteered. "I recognize her inflections." Her ghosting up on me yet again wasn't the most disturbing part of the young albino maiden; it was the burning hunger in her eyes.

"You took Barbie Lynn's virginity?" Millicent Pierce questioned me somewhat fearfully.

"That's not the hole Zane goes up," Opal grinned wickedly. Millicent instinctively covered her backside.

"Can you imagine how good that had to feel to make Barbie Lynn scream that loud?" Paige purred. Uh, oh, that was some serious trouble being aimed my way.

"Does that hurt?" Millicent murmured. 

"Yeah, it hurts so much that Barbie Lynn hunts Zane down every other night and has sex with him until she can no longer move," Opal exaggerated. "Speaking of which, where is our real Dorm Mother?"

"She's asleep in bed," I admitted, somewhat shame-facedly. Millicent looked blown away.

"Can I go see her?" Millicent asked.

"She's my lover, not an exhibit," I informed her. "Let her sleep in peace." I moved through the little crowd and entered the shower.

The hot water cascaded over my body, erasing the fatigue from my tired muscles and cleaning my sweaty body and the sex off my cock. Getting out proved that not only did sexually repressed young ladies like to ogle my naked form, but they also paid no attention to my desires. I caught Paige and Millicent sneaking back out of my room with Rio and Iona in tow.

"She looks so...peaceful," Millicent muttered.

"What part of leave her alone did you not understand?" I growled angrily.

"Spank the naughty bitches," Rio egged me on.

"They didn't do anything to wake Barbie Lynn up," Iona defended them.

"I'm sorry," Millicent apologized. Paige looked anything but contrite, challenging my gaze instead.

"Fine, spank Snowflake here," Rio persisted.

"What? No Edgar Winters reference?" Paige shot back while keeping her eyes on me.

"Paige," I said in a deadly even tone, "apologize or leave."

"Or what?" she taunted. I nodded and took a deep breath.

"Oh, you are going to get it now, you skank," Rio chuckled. Instead, I walked past them all and went to my room.

"That was a bit disappointing," Paige sneered. No one else said anything for a second, then Iona clued in.

"Whoops...Paige, Zane will be right back," Iona commented.

"I can hardly wait," she said sarcastically.

In the room, Virginia and Dana had moved to the small sofa on the far side of the room, deep in quiet conversation. Mercy had curled up next to a sleeping Barbie Lynn, and Barbie Lynn looked like some angel -- confident, sleeping, and almost otherworldly in her beauty. Before I could hope to enjoy it, I had to get dressed and resolve an issue.

I raced through dressing back into my school uniform and walked outside.

"Now you are going to get it," Rio whispered to Paige. Paige snorted.

"Paige, you brought me word about Heaven and I owe you for that, so if we can agree that you are going to respect me and my personal space, I'm going to forget about you going to my bedroom uninvited," I laid it out for her.

"And if I don't?" she confronted me.

"I pick you up, throw you over my shoulder, and toss you out of the dorm, and you won't be invited back until you grow a personality that isn't all conceited douche," I answered.

"You can't and you won't," Paige shook her head.

"Reality check, Paige," I grinned. "I'll ask Cordelia to keep you away, and while she likes you, she needs me more, and you don't have the stones to go against Cordelia, do you?"

"Is that the best you have, Zane?" Paige sniffed derisively.

"Paige, you are a really smart girl, but Cordelia has several really smart girls," I pointed out. "What matters is how many friends you have compared to how many friends I have. How does that math work out for you?"

"That doesn't mean anything," Paige responded defensively.

"Good enough. I don't really feel like arguing," I shrugged. I swept up on Paige, who had some good reaction time but no skill. I had her up and over my shoulder in three seconds flat.

"Put me down!" she squawked. I headed down the stairs, her fists beating my back and her legs kicking.

"Bye-bye, ya whore," Rio chuckled. It didn't take much imagination to know that Iona was glaring at Rio for that comment.

"Stop...put me down," Paige struggled. After we made the elevator, "You can put me down now." I didn't respond because I wasn't hearing what I needed to hear and I didn't feel like engaging her in conversation.

"Please, don't," she tried, once we landed on the first floor, but to no effect. I took her to the dorm door, kicked it open, and stepped out.

"Here you go," I said as I deposited her. I had no idea how far past tears she'd gotten.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she snarled. "Okay? Happy? You win and I lose. You are the popular kid and I'm not."

"No, I'm not happy," I answered calmly. "This never had anything to do with me beating you up; it had to deal with you constantly slapping me around and I got sick of it. Paige, you got so sick of being bullied, you became a bully." She clearly didn't believe me. "You are pretty and smart, and you use these qualities as a scalpel to cut people up."

"What would you know about it?" she snapped. "You've always been Mr. Popular."

"Take into account I was in a normal private school for my first ten years. Yes, I was one of the popular kids; good looking, the right parents, and pretty smart. I also knew the social hierarchy and I was certainly unkind to my fair share other students."

"Before you go beating me over the head with you being albino, please understand: I don't care. My parents are gone -- dead. I'm never getting them back. You are a slender, smart girl with gorgeous hair who has two parents who probably love you very much," I smiled. "I only wish you would lead off with those traits instead of constantly reminding everyone how fucking condescending you can be."

Paige looked at me for half a minute, studying me, perhaps looking for some understanding of me. Good luck with that; I barely understand me and I'm inside my head.

"Does this mean I can go back inside?" she finally inquired.

"Yes. All I wanted was a simple apology, and technically, you are still on the dorm sidewalk so I haven't finished throwing you out yet," I replied.

"Just like that?" she snorted. "You are such an idiot."

"What did I warn you about leading with the grey matter?" I scowled. She seemed to weigh her next words.

"You said I was 'very pretty'," she mused, changing the direction of the conversation suddenly.

"Well, yes, you have a flawless complexion girls would kill for and, as I said earlier, I really like you hair," I stated. "It is gorgeous." I put my arm around her shoulder, spun us around, and went back inside. As we boarded the elevator for the return trip, Paige tapped my hand.

"What's with all this?" she indicated my casual embrace.

"When you aren't trying to piss me off, I honestly like you, Paige," I confided in her.

"You seem to live your life by making some rather irrational decisions," she noted.

"Paige, you see life as chess while I see it as Scrabble," I grinned. "For you, it is move and countermove. I tend to see life being something that gives you a constantly changing group of options that you make the most of."

"Oh," she seemed to digest that, then she said, "I apologize for calling you an idiot. You are a moron; I should have seen the difference." I laughed from deep within.

"I'm a moron," I teased her. "I bet you've never been held by a boy like this before because if you had, you would know this gives the guy a perfect vantage point to look down your shirt."

Paige clutched her shirt tightly in a fist, blocking my view. She looked bitter and offended.

"30-B, a translucent white with lace trim bra," I told her. "Good choice, but I get the impression you don't wear it as a normal part of your school attire. Wearing it for me?"

"What makes you think..." she started, then "Yes."

"What was the plan?" I inquired.

"I was going to spill water all over my chest by accident, ask for one of your shirts to replace it, and for you to show me where it was," she smiled slyly. "With my bra and your libido, plus a little playful contact, I'd get you into bed." She was highly confident.

"Nice," I admitted, "but it wouldn't have worked."

"Why not?" she seemed slightly offended. My money was, her insecurities about her body not measuring up to Barbie Lynn's curves were behind that.

"I would have given you a robe and sent Iona down to her room to get you a spare," I informed her. "Your only flaw in the plan is that I find you inherently untrustworthy."

"Why do you say that?" she was now really offended.

"Paige, you use people. It is your default relationship approach," I explained. "It is not so much a bad thing as it is predictable. Someone as smart as you can do better."

"You don't seem to mind it when Cordelia treats you that way," she countered. We were at the door to my place.

"If you will recall, Cordelia told me to kiss her as part of my Handmaiden's Duty," I reminded Paige. "Now, if you want to be a Cordelia substitute, go ahead, I'll still spend time with you if you like. I only think you need a friend who should point out that people are people from time to time."

"Now you want to be my friend, Zane?" she mocked me.

"I'll be your friend, but you have to wear this sexy blood red stocking, garter, bossier, bra and choker combination. It will make your flesh glow like it is on fire," I grinned lasciviously.

"I thought you wanted to see my flawless skin devoid of obstructions," Paige said.

"I'll dress you up in it, and if you don't like it, I'll remove it too," I smile mischievously. She looked at me, her mighty mental calculator going over where the conversation was going.

"Why do you see me differently than everyone else?" she asked.

"Give me some leeway," I requested, then bent down slightly, slipped a hand under her skirt, making her jump minutely, and ran my middle finger under her underwear band into her pussy.

She bit her lip but kept staring intently at me as I moved that finger up and down, back and forth, until it was covered in her fluids. I sunk my forefinger in and did the same. I removed my hand and brought the forefinger to my lips. As I sucked the liquid off and savored the taste, I caught Paige licking her lips in sympathetic hunger.




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I pointed my middle finger at her mouth and pushed it forward, daring her to take it in her mouth. She barely resisted and was soon running her tongue along my finger inside her mouth, cleaning it off. I pulled it out and she grinned at me seductively.

"You stick your middle finger into my mouth with my vaginal secretions on it...that is a not so subtle 'I'm going to fuck you'; right?" she teased.

"I could say 'I'll tell you when I figure out if I'm a moron or an idiot,' but I'd rather tell the truth. You piss me off," I confessed, "and I want to hammer you through my bed and into the floor. I want to make you scream, cry, and look down on you with your face glowing from the exertion and your hair damp with your sweat."

Paige's eyes grew wide and her breaths deepened as I told her what I wanted and expected.

"Don't worry, though," I said as I leaned in. She expected a kiss on the lips but I went for the forehead instead, "because it will never happen. Bye now."

"What!" she squalled, grabbing my arm as I tried to move past her. "Why not?"

I looked back at her and grinned evilly.

"Gotcha!" I smirked. "That's what it feels like when someone yanks your chain. If you still want to go up with me, know I won't screw with you again unless you screw with me." She didn't react for the longest time so I finally turned back up the stairs.

"The point of all this was making you want to screw me," Paige laughed as she ran to my side.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, women are fucking nuts, and I'll grow crazy or end up dead trying to understand them. I could try to run away from the jumble of contradictions and obfuscations that was Paige Zeller but where is the fun in that?

"I'm not kicking anyone out of the bedroom," I cautioned her.

"That's fine," she announced happily, "you do your best work when you have an audience."

"We really need to work on your romantic technique," I lectured her.

"Zane, I want you for your physical prowess," Paige countered. "If I want mental stimulation, I have this e-pal in Taipei who I regularly communicate with."

"I repeat, you need to work on how you romance your partner," I grumbled. We opened the door when we reached the top of the stairs and got a few stares as they tried to figure out what was going on. I debated what to do (I was sort of hungry) when Paige dragged me toward the bedroom.

"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 vagina...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.

"Eeep!" 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 butthole is tiny."

"Oh, God," I laughed. "You actually looked at your butt 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. "Mmmm...that feels nice."

Unlike previous encounters with other women where I avoided the pussy 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...aaahhha...oh." Her words said one thing but her body expressed its desire for more excitement. "Nooooo..." 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...Zzzzaaannnnneee!!!!" 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 butt 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 pussy, 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.

"Mmmm," 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 dick 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.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 16



"Oh! My! Fucking! God!" she growled loudly.

I now knew what it felt like to have put my dick in a fire hose and had some asshat turn the water on. Paige's pussy juice had been plentiful the first time she had an orgasm. This time they were copious and forceful, and my penis 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 dick, 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," she purred, as she wrapped my penis in one hand and placed her lips over the head. Despite Paige's vaginal fluids and some blood, Barbie loved it. She bobbed up and down twice before my resolve finally crumbled.

"Cumming," I gasped. Barbie Lynn shot me a quick grin, then pumped and sucked with renewed vigor. When I started ejaculating, Barbie Lynn made some half-hearted swallowing efforts but I knew she was holding something back. I smiled at her as I ran my hand through her honeyed locks.

When I finished unloaded into Barbie Lynn's mouth, I pulled her up, she leaned into my body, and we kissed. I tasted my semen on my tongue as we swapped fluids. Barbie Lynn licked her lips in a highly sensual manner as we broke our kiss. She gave me a little wink, acknowledging how much I'd changed her in our short time together: kinky, sexy, and beautiful.

"Whoa," whimpered Paige as she opened her eyes and looked in our direction. "That was intense." She sighed and took a deep breath. "I should have mentioned this earlier...you didn't need to pull out. I had...issues when I was little and my ovaries were removed. I'm never going to have children."

I switched back to Paige and kissed her on the forehead. This was probably time for some sympathy...if Paige had been anything approaching a normal girl.

"You fucking wait to tell me this now?" I chided her. "Do you have any idea the panic attack you put me through? I was stuck inside you and you were so damn hot I nearly lost it. I was trying to figure out what I was going to tell your father, damn it!"

"Father?" she seemed confused for a second, then, "Oh. Why would I ever marry you?"

"I'm a billionaire philanthropist genius playboy," I joked.

"You are Iron Man?" she mocked me.

"Or Batman, your choice," I volleyed back.

"If you hadn't made me feel so fantastic right now, I'd recode your computer to operate in Mandarin," she snickered. "Iron Man is one of my heroes and I will not have him mocked by the likes of you."

"Clearly, the first round of spanking didn't work, but I'm nothing if not persistent," I glowered.

Paige's hands flew to her vulnerable and still rather red backside.

"Don't you dare," she threatened. I pivoted, she flinched, then I leaned down and kissed her butt cheek. "What?" she murmured then I kissed her again and again. I slowly pried her hands away and soon had planted little signs of affection all over her tender, sore flesh.

"Kiss ass," Paige teased. I had to wonder if she was taking social lessons from Rio.

"Tell me something: how did you get to be so quiet? I'm normally pretty good at not letting anyone sneak up on me but you have done it to me twice already," I asked.

"That's not a totally stupid question," Paige answered.

"I have been basically friendless most of my life, if you don't count the internet. I was small, different, and was picked on. I learned to be quiet and go unnoticed," she explained. "I admit to having a harder time with you than with most people."

"Because I lived out in the jungle and became more observant?" I queried.

"No," she sighed in exasperation. "Because I've wanted to grab you and drag you back to my room since I first laid eyes on you, Zane. Mentally, you are unremarkable, but physically, you scream out 'Sex, sex, sex!'" That observation made Barbie Lynn laugh out loud. My pained and confused expression only caused them to laugh louder.

Someday I'm going to come out on top of one of these exchanges. Then I'm going to run away from school because I want to leave on a high note and I'm not likely to ever win a second time.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 17



*The pursuit of power is pointless unless you know how to use it*

(The last of the current crop Frontma has delivered but more are to come)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

A LONG STORY AND I DON'T KNOW THE ENDING

"Zane? God Damn it, Zane!" Raven screeched at me as she barged into my room. What could I say? Barbie Lynn was halfway under the sheets but her tumultuous breasts were clearly exposed. Paige was totally naked, face down on the other side of me but had clearly been fucked thoroughly and her tight pale ass spanked hard. Oh, yeah, and I was kneeling between the two, totally naked as well.

I vaulted over Barbie Lynn (who was closer to the entrance and Raven) because I didn't want to hurt her injured knee, snatched up my robe, and put it on.

"Very complicated -- long story -- we can laugh about it later," I dazzled Raven. I took her by the elbow and headed her out of my bedroom. "Why don't we study on the far side of the main Solarium?"

The look of betrayal in Raven's eyes destroyed any doubt that she was crushing on me in a big way. For the love of God, I really needed to find some lesbians to hang out with because these straight chicks were driving me crazy. Before we could leave, Iona nearly piled into us.

"I'm sorry, Zane. She slipped past me," Iona apologized.

"I only wanted to talk with him and...and he was in bed with yet another girl," Raven bitched.

"I'm still ready to study with you," I offered.

"How can we study if you are always having sex with other women?" she stomped her foot in frustration. Iona shot me a worried look.

I put a hand on Raven's shoulder and made eye contact.

"Raven, I promise you we will get this project done, you'll get your good grade, and I'll carry my part of the project. I'm here for you," I assured Raven.

"You...you aren't giving any thought about us...our project together," was her accusation.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked evenly.

"I...I think I should go to Ms. Goodswell and request another partner," Raven sighed. I looked to Iona who looked to the living area past the Jacuzzi.

"Ms. Goodswell is right over there," Iona indicated our teacher who was sitting with Dana and five other teachers who had come in while I was...busy.

"Your place has controlled access," Iona answered my unasked question as to why I had so many other educators in my place. "Bass's people can 'accidentally' step in."

Raven was not deterred by the other teachers hanging around Virginia as she made a beeline across the room. At least she was polite enough to wait while Virginia disengaged from the others so she could talk to us.

"Raven, Zane, how can I help you?" Ms. Goodswell inquired, yet I had a sneaking suspicion that she was way ahead of the situation.

"Ms. Goodswell," Raven started, "I really need to get a new project partner."

"Why is that, Raven?" Virginia asked.

"We simply aren't working out," she sounded exasperated. "And...I think the other girls were right; I don't feel safe around him," she tacked on. I lowered my head and sighed. This sucked.

"Very well. Zane, do you want a new partner?" Virginia turned to me.

"Sure...whatever. If Raven doesn't feel safe, she deserves someone new," I shrugged.

"Alright, then, but I want you two to know a few things," Virginia began. "First off: Raven, I don't like being lied to." She held up a hand to forestall Raven's protest. "You were so uncomfortable with Zane's presence that you came up to his dorm uninvited, asked his whereabouts, and went into his bedroom unescorted. At what point in time did you feel unsafe?"

"He was in bed with two girls -- Barbie Lynn Masters and Paige Zeller," Raven said angrily.

"Did you ask Zane what was going on or did you simply assume something and storm out?" Virginia stated. Raven opened her mouth, then shut it. "Now, do you think I assigned you to Zane solely because you answered one question incorrectly?"

"You mean why I didn't want Zane as a partner initially?" Raven suggested.

"Precisely. Raven, you scored the tenth highest placement score for English. That is why you are in my room -- I have the top twenty freshmen in my class. Do you know what Zane's placement rank was?"

"I don't know," she finally admitted.

"He was second," she informed Raven...and me. I had no idea and really, such things don't interest me. "Raven, I didn't place you with Zane to help out Zane; I put you with Zane to help you."

"Oh," Raven said in a small voice. "I didn't know."

"What you have committed is reverse discrimination," Virginia explained. "Everyone assumes that since Zane is attractive, that he's not too bright. It is the same way most guys perceive bubbly blondes with big breasts -- mentally insignificant."

"Finally, your real problem with Zane is not his intelligence, his self-control, or the time he is willing to spend with you; it is his libido," Ms. Goodswell instructed. "You may want to ask yourself why you are upset with what Zane does with other students in his spare time and discuss this with him. He is standing right next to you, after all, and he could be elsewhere if he desired."

"Very well," Raven conceded, "I'll work with Zane as long as he agrees to not get distracted while we are together." She looked to me for confirmation.

"Agreed...I mean, I will try," I responded. Raven didn't seem totally satisfied but she allowed my promise to stand. "Let's get started."

"Good," she said, but then she hesitated while she looked around at the other girls in various groups in the Solarium. 

"Let's go back to my room," I suggested. Seeing her skeptical look, "I need my tablet and then we can pick out a place and start studying."

"Why do I need to come with you?" she glared.

"With you, I'll be safe," I informed her. "Sometimes the ladies can forget I am here to get a degree and you help remind them of that with your seriousness." Raven shrugged and followed me back to my room.

When we got there, Barbie Lynn was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling up her socks. She was otherwise dressed. Paige was spread-eagled on the middle of the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey, Zane," Paige smiled. "Are you finished?"

"We came back for his tablet...Paige," Raven growled. "We haven't started yet. Stay where you are; we have work to do."

Paige's mouth dropped open in shock and outrage (Raven is a freshman, after all). I was happy Raven didn't call Paige a slut because I knew that was actively on her mind. I grabbed my backpack, retrieved another bathrobe from the wardrobe, and walked over to Paige.

"Here you go. Take a little time in the Jacuzzi," I suggested.

"I have nothing to wear," Paige rolled her eyes at my stupidity.

"Go naked; you have a beautiful body that's a pleasure to behold," I told her. Paige studied me, weighing my dare to her. Barbie Lynn shot me a smile and a wink for me pressuring Paige.

"Zane, we need to go," Raven insisted. She took hold of my elbow but didn't try to move me.

"As you wish," I bowed to Raven. As we turned to leave, Paige called out,

"The Princess Bride!" she laughed. Raven looked at me to make some sense of that.

"It is a movie I like; it's old," I explained. We trecked out but I deviated from our course long enough to grab Rio, who was publically molesting Mercy.

"Take it to an alcove, you two," I said softly. Rio challenged my stance but then we both started chuckling.

"I can't promise to keep it quiet, Bro," she winked.

"Stuff your panties in her mouth," I suggested.

"I'm not wearing any," she grinned.

"Put her panties in her mouth, then," I told her.

"She's not wearing any either," Rio teased me.

"Fine, I give up," I threw up my hands and continued off with Raven.

"Was it like this for you...before you came here?" Raven asked me once we sat down in an isolated area.

"It was different but similar. After a few weeks everyone knew everyone else, so it wasn't like us kids weren't aware of one another," I explained.

"So you've always lived like this?" Raven sounded incredulous.

"Raven, how would you describe your relationship with your parents?" I began.

"I'm not sure what that has to do with anything but my father died of cancer when I was twelve and I have been raised by my mother ever since," Raven explained. "We are pretty close and we've both worked to raise my brother, who is four years younger than me."

"So you had a partnership of sorts," I filled in. Raven nodded. "My parents and I were very close; we did almost everything together, and I was a part of their lives for as long as I can remember. When they died, I went to the far side of the globe to guardians who didn't want me hanging around, yet expected me to act in a very restricted moral way with no training or incentive."

"My Uncle only had enough time for me to punish me for not living up to his moral code while my Aunt parroted his beliefs. I guess it was only natural that I formed my own code of ethics and relationships. I had a strong sexual curiosity and personality that drove me to express it," I added.

"Where is this going?" Raven sighed.

"It means I have no serious understanding of monogamy outside of marriage. Worse, I have little respect for restrictive authority. Mindless discipline strikes me as unnatural. Don't get me wrong, though; I don't really care how you, or anyone, choses to live, as long as you respect that right in others."

"Couldn't you have conformed to what the rest of us want at this school?" Raven countered. "This is a Christian Girls School and we shouldn't be having sex."

"I think we have a fundamental misunderstanding here," I nodded. "We both accept that I want to have sex, but why do you assume that some girls here don't?"

"That is not what matters," Raven declared. "What matters is that they wouldn't be succumbing to temptation if you weren't here."

"That, I have to agree with you there," I admitted, which stunned Raven. "I doubt any of the girls I am with now would go trolling the local college for guys to score with."

"So you see what a problem you are and how you shouldn't be at FFU," Raven concluded.

"Belief without temptation has no merit," I quoted. "A promise to abstain from boys is nothing more than empty platitudes if there are no boys around."

"Zane, we came here because no boys are allowed. Our pledge is a declaration of solidarity with our fellow students," Raven stated.

"But the pledge is voluntary so you should respect their decision to do something else if the situation changes," I suggested. "A lot of girls here treat me nicely but aren't jumping my bones...girls like you." Raven didn't comment for several seconds.

"I only wish more girls felt like I did," she said weakly.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way about me," I told her, as I pulled my legs up to a lotus position, adjusted my robe, and got ready to work, "because I find you very attractive and that would make things difficult."

"Yes...that would make things difficult," Raven muttered sadly.

It didn't really matter how Raven ended up beside me, her legs curled up under her and her head poised at my shoulder looking over our choices of works to read through. She didn't have Iona's insightful genius but she had a dedication to detail that was remarkable. She was apparently impressed with my ability to link Irrelevant Detail A with Curious Reference B.

In two hours, Raven was excited over the progress we'd made.

"Of course you are happy," I teased her; "you expected nothing from me so everything you get is a bonus."

"I apologize," she said softly.

"Don't worry about it," I chuckled, "you are hardly the first girl on this campus to think I'm an idiot." No sooner had I spoken those words than Paige hopped over the seat behind me and took the armrest of the chair opposite Raven.

"You are a moron, not an idiot," Paige corrected me. "Now, it has been two hours and I've finished my homework. Let's go."

"Hey!" snapped Raven.

"Excuse me, but did we have plans?" I addressed Paige crossly.

"You have been sitting over here for two hours with this bimbo. If she hasn't finished working with you by now, she's even duller than she looks," Paige informed us.

"Bimbo!" responded Raven as she stood up to confront Paige.

"Paige," I cautioned, "why are you doing this? This is way beyond your normal anti-personnel skills."

"I don't like her, and I like her spending time with you even less," Paige declared.

"At least I didn't have to spread my legs to make him spend time with me," Raven retorted. That seemed to upset Paige so I intervened.

"That's not true," I told Raven. "I hang out with Paige because she is intriguing and smart -- like you. Anything else is a private matter between her and me."

"I don't like her," Raven replied.

"You suck up oxygen that would be better used by mewling infants," Paige countered.

"Enough!" I snapped. I turned, cupped Raven's jaw, and kissed her on the lips, leaving her shocked. I turned to Paige and with my countenance, I let her know she'd gone too far.

I walked off, looking for somewhere else to be, but the floor was pretty occupied by freshmen now, in their little groups studying and relaxing. I even caught sight of Rio playing pool with Valerie and enjoying herself. Iona was with a group of students I recognized but Barbie Lynn and the teachers were gone. Only Dana remained, an isolated island of calm, watching her television and drinking her beers.

I slouched down on the seat next to my former coach.

"You are not getting a beer," she told me.

"Do I look like I want a beer?" I sighed.

"No, you look like you need a beer," she chuckled, "which is worse."

"Man, that is a sad assessment of my situation," I groaned; "accurate, but sad."

"You need to say 'No' occasionally, Zane," Dana observed. "Since I can no longer keep these girls safe from you, you need to keep yourself safe from them. If you don't set some boundaries, there is going to be trouble." I digested that for a minute.

"You are laughing at me on the inside, aren't you?" I remarked.

"Pretty much, yes," Dana winked.

"This is some twisted plot of yours to make me take some responsibility, damn you," I continued.

"Yep," she quipped.

"You would think that having so many girlfriends, or potential girlfriends, would be a great thing," I stated. "My problem is that there are so many wonderful girls to meet and I want to get to know them...and it isn't like I get to know someone in one hour, or one day, or even one year, really." Dana laughed out loud so hard she started to cough.

"Who would have thought you were a romantic," she snorted. "If you limited yourself to one-night stands, your life would be far easier."

"I frankly don't think that is a possibility for me," I shrugged.

"Even Paige?" Dana asked, "I know she annoys the crap out of you and she's a total stalker."

"She is not," I defended Paige. "She's different but I like her intensity." Dana smirked and a set of arms wrapped around me from behind. Paige rested her head on my shoulder and kissed my ear.

"I came back to bitch you out for taking Raven's side over mine," she said softly, "but now I think I'll simply forgive you and be done with it."

"Damn it, Paige," I snapped nervously, "would you stop sneaking up on me?"

"No," she responded after a moment's introspection. "I want you to be somewhat afraid of me."

"Paige, you might want to consider what the hundred and some other girls are going to do to you when they learn you want exclusive rights to Zane," Dana grinned.

"We don't have to be exclusive," Paige informed her, like I wasn't even there (this happens to me way too much). "He only needs to be available when I need him. We'll work out other arrangements for us by the end of the semester."

"Paige, you accept me on my terms or we don't get together at all," I warned her.

"Part of your appeal is that you do so many other things so well," I continued. "You don't need me."

"Zane, I gave you..." she reminded me with a mixture of anger and sadness.

"Paige, you were my first, too," I enlightened her. "I've never taken a woman's virginity before."

"It was special to me," she whispered. I turned my head and shoulders far enough around to kiss her.

"It was special for me, too, but I know it meant more to you. What I did can't compare to what you went through," I related. "It is not meant to. I haven't forgotten my first time; that doesn't change the fact that I love someone else and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. It has nothing to do with you or any of the other girls. I feel she is the one for me and it doesn't make rational sense," I explained.

"I respect that, Zane," Paige allowed. "You are an idiot and a moron; I'm going to need to train you to accept what is best for you, which is me. I became a woman through your exertions and I'm not willing to surrender that glorious feeling to anyone."

Dana laughed uproariously while I groaned in despair.

"Fine, I'll let you deal with Christina and company," I grumbled. I stood up and disentangled from Paige. She followed me around the sofa until she was cuddled up against me.

"Do we have some time?" she inquired while rolling her hip along my pelvis and getting a response from my suicidal cock.

"Dinner first, but I wouldn't be opposed to some bedroom time with you," I grinned to Paige. "I'm thinking a hot oil massage, then some cowgirl action." That definitely excited her. Food did end up taking precedence over sex because I was desperately hungry. The meal time was tense, with bandaged members on both sides of the aisle.

The big news was that the Board of Directors was meeting tomorrow morning in an emergency session. No mention of the fates of Coach Gorman or Heaven was made. When I got back, I borrowed Gorman's phone and I gave Heaven a call. She exploded all over me when she realized it was me and not the Coach.

"I was afraid something had happened, damn you," she snapped. "There is a little thing known as caller ID."

"Um, Heaven, you didn't let me get a word in," I pointed out. "How are you doing?"

"I'm going nuts," she groused. "I think it is worse, being so close and not being able to help."

"Being here isn't all that great," I related. "We are all stuck in our rooms, pretty much. The Coach was fired so she's over here, drinking beer and watching TV."

"That has to be weird," Heaven noted. "Are you okay?"

"Actually, all my problems are solved," I told her. "Paige Zeller has decided she owns me."

"Zeller? That little albino Science Club geek?" Heaven muttered. "When I get back, I'll fix her ass."

"Gee, thanks," I chuckled, "but I think I can handle her. The important thing is that we are going to get you back, and as soon as we do..."

The TV went dead.

"What the..." a few of the girls working at the computer stations and at their laptops exclaimed.

Our answer was twofold. Ms. Marlowe and five security guards came up the stairs and stared out over the room. My 'room' was a lot to take in the first time around.

The arrival of campus security explained the loss of outside access. When the guards entered the security code for the door, it had alerted the system the Science Club had put in place and stopped security from finding our illegal hook-ups with a cursory search.

"Ms. Gorman," gawked Ms. Marlowe, "do you have beer up here?"

Dana raised a half-drained beer up, examining it intently.

"Yes, that would seem to be the case, Edith," Dana responded. "Do you want one? I have five left."

"No! This kind of behavior is not allowed," Ms. Marlowe declared.

"I'm not employed here anymore, or did you miss that outburst this morning?" Dana chuckled. "You can't kick me out of my room for a month, or so my contract states. I'm not letting any of the students have any, if that makes you happy."




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"Are you drunk?" Edith inquired.

"Not yet, but I'd like to be," Dana sighed. "How about you get on with the security sweep you are here for so I can get back to it." Edith Marlowe shook her head in disgust, then dispatched her guards to look around. There was blatant hostility being generated their way by the present student body.

On any other day, that anger would have been the end of it, but one girl started handing out pool cues and girls lined up to get them.

"Put those down right now," Ms. Marlowe commanded.

"Get stuffed," Vanessa Hutchins, a freshman, shot back. She'd been particularly impacted by Rhaine's actions, having been propelled twice down different stairwells.

"Zane," Dana cautioned me. I stood up and walked over to Vanessa. I took the pool cue from her hands gently and placed it on the pool table.

"Come on, ladies, the sooner we let them get done, the sooner we can get back to ignoring them," I said to the students. Slowly the sticks were put aside and the guards returned to their search.

"Ms. Hutchins, you are coming with me," Ms. Marlowe stepped forward. I turned and looked down at her.

"Don't press your luck," I told Marlowe evenly. "We aren't resisting this search but tempers are high and only going to get worse if you push things."

"Edith, try to remember that you not only have to get out of this room, you have to get out of the building," Dana pointed out. "I underestimated these students so I'm now sitting here drinking beer and considering my job options." Ms. Marlowe looked down her nose at Dana, who didn't appear to give a crap about her opinion, then motioned the guards to resume looking around.

Campus Security hadn't been gone five minutes before Rio came running up to me.

"Hey! I heard that there was almost a fight here," she asked me.

"Nothing much to it," I shrugged. "Vanessa over there decided that Ms. Marlowe should become familiar with the grain of a certain pool cue and I had to put a stop to it."

Valerie and Iona came up in time to hear the explanation.

"I guess it was too much to hope that the Chancellor would leave you alone," Iona moped.

"People with her personality type don't let go easily," Valerie commented. "I've met more than my share enforcement. Their power over other people is how they define themselves."

"Therefore, we need Zane to keep her preoccupied," Paige gloated. Mother Fucking God!

"I'm going to have to get you a collar with a bell, damn it, Paige," I growled to my albino ghost.

"Of course," she hugged me, "I'll wear a black velvet one with an electronic chime on it and you get to wear a shock collar so you can keep your limited intellect on the important things."

"Important things?" Valerie grinned.

"Yes; important things like obeying me," Paige grinned triumphantly.

"Paige, could you please walk this way with me," Iona said sweetly. "We need to talk."

"Not right now, Iona; I'm busy with Zane," Paige dismissed Iona.

"Paige, come with me right now or I will inflict such painful force upon your person that even Rio will blanch at the damage delivered," Iona stated with a terrible resolve. Paige regarded Iona with disdain. I was about to break things up but Valerie held me back with a small shake of her head.

"I'm not afraid of you, Iona Becket," Paige remarked.

"Then you haven't studied the implications of our fight. You will win, and Zane won't have anything to do with you anymore. Rio and I are his first friends here and you understand how he weighs such things," Iona told her calmly. "Hurt me, and kiss him goodbye." Paige's face grew grim. "Now let's take a walk and talk this over, Science Clubber to Science Clubber."

"I accept the validity of your socio-dynamic theory. Let's talk then." Paige nodded her acceptance of Iona's statement and with a tiny bit more respect for my diminutive friend, the two geeks walked off. Valerie found the exchange to be both confusing and amusing.

"Zane, the girls and I were looking over my ride and talking about taking a few weeks off after the spring semester ends and riding out in my territory," Valerie informed me. "I figure I could teach everyone to ride; I could teach Iona basic mechanics; and Rio could learn to fight."

"What do you need me to do?" I asked.

"Honestly, you are learning to shoot guns and bows, plus you have martial arts training, so you should do fine. I also heard a rumor that you know something about outdoor survival, which is also handy," Valerie continued. "As long as we can keep you away from the other ladies, we should be okay."

"That sounds great. Maybe we could put in some rock-climbing once we get there," I suggested.

"Didn't...didn't your parents die in a rock-climbing accident?" Valerie asked.

"Yes...so? It was something they loved to do and something they taught me to love," I responded. "I won't give up that part of them over one bad memory."

"I can't tell if that's cold or touching," Valerie smirked.

"I'll let you figure that one out," I grinned back. "Some things you tell the world, some things you tell your friends, and a few things you keep to yourself."

"Is that why you don't pry?" Valerie noted. "Rio says you've never asked her about her history, which makes you pretty unique. 'What were you in for?' was my first question to her."

"It is my business to know who you are, not who you were," I told her. "I have to live with you in the present, so that's my business."

"My Mom is going to love you," Valerie grinned.

"How about your Grandfather?" I inquired.

"Touch me in a sexual manner and he'll break out of Maximum Security to kill you," Val winked.

"I'm not afraid," I boasted.

"Oh?" Valerie arched an eyebrow.

"Yes. I have a passport and am not afraid to use it," I joked.

"Wow," Dana observed, "so this is what Zane is like when he has blood flowing to his brain; he actually makes sense."

"Why am I being nice to you, again?" I questioned Dana.

"I haven't a fucking clue," Dana shrugged, "after all, I kicked your ass and beat you to unconsciousness."

"You knocked Zane out?" Valerie asked.

"If you ever have to teach Zane, you'll end up feeling the same way I did," Dana sneered.

"It was an accident," Rio informed Val. "Zane threw his face at her fist and she was forced to defend herself."

"What really happened, Zane?" Valerie inquired.

"I haven't a clue. I heard 'Ready, set,' and I woke up staring at the ceiling thirty seconds later," I answered.

"I punched him, but to be fair, he'd knocked me down with a kick in our previous encounter," Gorman admitted. "I was actually surprised he went down because Zane can take a beating."

"That's the second nicest thing you've ever said about me," I commented.

"What was the first?" Dana said.

"You told Ms. Lane I wasn't a total waste of effort," I related.

"Speaking of which...you did her, didn't you?" Dana asked.

"I like keeping my relationships discreet..." I started, then several girls around me groaned, "...if that is what they want, so no comment."

"Let's just say that I've seen teeth marks on Zane's shoulder that have a slight gap on the left like a certain someone we both know," Rio snickered. Dana snorted.

Before I could respond, I saw Iona coming my way and Paige angling for the door. I nodded to Iona and mouthed a 'thank you' to her, then angled to cut Paige off.

"Where are you going?" I questioned her.

"I get it; I'm not wanted, you have better things to do, and I am not going to get what I want so I'm leaving," Paige sounded hurt.

"Did I say I didn't want you around?" I asked.

"Iona said that you spending time with me was something the other girls wouldn't allow. Even Cordelia feels that way, apparently," Paige informed me.

"I think you misunderstood," I clarified. "I want to spend time with you but I can't simply kick other girls aside because I do."

"So now you want to spend time with me, but why should I spend time with you?" she countered.

"I don't know," I replied. "Why did you come over and hassle Raven and I?" That brought her up short, not because she didn't know the answer but because she didn't want to admit it.

"I was jealous," she said softly.

"You don't need to be," I told her. "We are study buddies, nothing more."

"You are a moron; I apologize for forgetting that," Paige sighed. She took my hand and started leading me toward the bedroom.

"How about we watch some TV and spend time with the girls," I suggested. "I love having sex with you, but I like doing other things as well."

"You...I have decided that I should put up with your idiocy for now," she leered, and we headed back to the sofa and the other ladies that had migrated into my life. Around 9:00 we slipped off (ya, right) to my room and had sex again. This time, we didn't fight; Paige actually listened to my suggestions and we ended up making love for nearly an hour.

"Oh...my...God," Paige panted. "That was...fantastic." She was lying half on her side, half over my body. Her right leg slowly went up and down my thigh and her hand and head rested on my chest. "I feel...nice. We definitely are going to do this again."

"Thanks for asking my input," I teased her. "I had a good time, by the way."

She wiggled her way up my body until she could kiss me.

"What do you want more than anything else in the world?" she wondered. I had to think about that for a second. I mulled over several things but went with my first thought.

"I want my parents back," I confided in her.

"Oh...interesting," she mused. "It would have been best if you said me. I was afraid you would say Christina but I should have known a guy with almost everything would want one of the few things he could never have; you are irrational that way."

"I have almost everything?" I questioned. "I hadn't realized that."

"Zane, you have friends, you are popular, a good-looking, dark blonde, blueeyed Adonis, rich, and able to cleverly conceal your mediocre intellect from almost everyone but me," she pointed out.

"Adonis; seriously?" I groaned. "One, there is no such thing as a perfect man, and two, I know plenty of guys better looking than me."

"As for being wealthy, that all depends on me staying here. I'd like to think I've come by my friends honestly," I explained, "and I have no clue as to why any girl is risking their physical and academic health on my behalf. I also recently learned I scored the second highest score on my language skills portion of my college exam. Ha!"

"You scored twenty-seventh on your science/math portion, you dummy," Paige chortled.

"Well, I scored one of the top ten hottest girls on campus," I rebounded. "Of course, technically she is currently scoring on me." I emphasized the situation by grabbing her ass cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her tightly to my groin. She kissed me again.

"I like cowgirl," she murmured, "and you like my tits bouncing while I ride you." With the last words, she began positioning herself for yet another round of sexual intercourse.

"I love your tits bouncing, especially when I reposition my body to catch them with my lips, but I would like you to not get in trouble for being in my room after curfew, Paige," I sighed. Paige nodded sadly with a hint of frustration to boot.

As she was pulling up her hose, I moved my naked form behind her and began working on her shoulders and kissing her neck with a definite suction.

"Help me with my bra," she breathed heartily. I gently positioned the bra around her arms, settled it on her shoulders and clasped it in front while dragging the material over her now-tender nipples.

"See, Zane, it is this kind of sensual services that multiply your net worth as a romantic entanglement," Paige teased me.

"My 'net worth' romantically..." I grinned. We stood up and finished getting her dressed, then I put on a bathrobe. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight to me, and kissed the top of her head.

"Zane, I...Paige, what are you doing here?" Alice murmured.

"We've been exploring our frontiers of spiritual purity," Paige taunted her.

"It is time for you to leave, Paige Zeller. This is not even your dorm," Alice told her.

"Very well, Zane," Paige turned around in my arms and tickled my lips with her tongue.

"Would you prefer me in sheer lacy panties or nothing at all down there?" she told me, but teased Alice as well.

"Sheer, because it gives me something to pull down your milky smooth thighs with my teeth," I grinned. Together, we exited my bedroom where Barbie Lynn, Rio, Valerie, and Iona had gathered by the stairs.

"Alice, give us a moment, please," I asked my substitute Dorm Mother. I saw Alice hesitate but we both knew the results of her intransience from last time. She still had the swollen lip to prove it. She nodded and stepped back to the inner portion of my room.

"Well, I think we should expect a raid tonight and again in the morning," I groaned. "Spread the word to the shower crowd."

I got a kiss goodnight from Barbie Lynn, Paige, and Iona, a hug from Valerie, and a punch in the arm from Rio. As Alice was heading out, the last to go, I touched her arm.

"Thank you," I told her.

"I...you are welcome," she grinned, then skipped down the stairs. At least she didn't hold a grudge.

THE LAST HURRAH

I'd forgotten to reset my alarm on 'chirp' mode so the door didn't alert me when the latest wave of security arrived a little past midnight. The leader was also a surprise.

"Chancellor Bass, or can I call you Melrose?" I sighed, as she and several campus security guards came into my room. A guard more familiar with my lack of sleeping attire tossed me my robe. Dr. Bass merely sneered.

I slipped out from under the covers and in a contest of wills, I failed to embarrass Melrose; she kept eye contact as I stood and dressed. The guards proceeded to toss my room.

"Maybe if you tell me what you're looking for, I could tell you where you won't find it," I told her.

"Illegal internet hook-up, satellite TV, and alcohol on the premises," Dr. Bass grinned wickedly. The look on my face must have spoken volumes because the grin slowly faded into a frown. Once again, Cordelia was way ahead of the curve. My illicit tech was already secreted away in the building's HVAC system and Gorman had taken her empty beer bottles away too.

After making a mess of my bedroom, the majority of the intruders made their way to the rest of the 'room' while Bass remained with me. I walked around her and fished out my old camcorder from one of my drawers...which was now on the floor. I cut it on and began using it to scan the room.

"Give that to me," Melrose snapped.

"Oh, fuck, no," I laughed at her. "Some people are going to want to see this."

"I said give that to me!" she growled. She grabbed at it but I jumped back, holding it high. She came at me several more times until I fell back on the bed and she landed on top of me. I tossed it higher up on the bed. When Melrose tried to crawl over me to get it, I grabbed Bass by the hips and held her to me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she hissed.

"I think I'm copping a feel," I teased.

"Let go of me right now," she growled.

"No. And by all means, call the guards in. I'm sure they'll love seeing you lying on top of me on my bed," I grinned. She struggled some more, with the sole result of driving my rod to rock hardness.

"Let me go," she said with some alarm as she rocked her hips down on me.

"Give me five kisses and I'll let you up," I challenged her. She scowled fiercely and made one more terrific effort. It was interesting that she would rather put up with personal degradation rather than public humiliation. Finally, she stopped moving and gazed down on me fiercely.

"Get it over with," she ground out. I had no doubt I was looking absolutely predatory at her at that moment.

"First off, lips with tongue," I directed quietly. She was clearly resistant but I figured all she had to do was say no and call for help. I moved one hand to the back of her head and pulled her down into face-to-face contact.

I kissed her; she didn't open her mouth but I kept steady, gentle pressure until my tongue made contact and tagged playfully with her tongue. She tried to recoil yet failed to pull away successfully. For over a minute I wore her down until there was a tiny flicker of lust burning behind her fury and anger.

"Neck," I instructed her on what I wanted to kiss next.

"You disgust me," she snapped viciously. I cupped her ass and pulled her a little further up until I could pick my spot. I nuzzled her first, rubbing my nose, lips, and chin along the front and side of her throat.

This time it took no urging for her to keep contact as I sucked and nibbled on her flesh until I'd drawn forth a blush of blood on her skin.

"Left nipple," I whispered to Dr. Bass.

"What? No, it isn't happening," she snarled. She wiggled against me and tried to push off my body but I held her tight.

"Should I cry for help?" I taunted her. For a second I thought she'd bite me, she was so pissed. She ground her teeth and arched her back, then started to work loose her blouse buttons with one hand. Her bra turned out to be deep blue with satin on the bottom half and the upper cut made of flimsy lace. Melrose held her shirt open, maybe hoping I'd kiss her through the bra.

I reached up with one hand and worked her breast out of the cup and rolled the hardening nipple between the knuckles of my fore and ring finger until it was screaming for attention. She had her head raised, looking forward, with her breath coming in stronger gulps.

"Lower," I suggested, not ordered, and Melrose slowly lowered her tit to my lips.

Her breast was somewhat soft with a thickness to it that felt good to the lips. I sucked in a good deal of the tit but can't take the whole D-cup inside. I rolled from tongue-tip to the thickest part of the thing so that my taste buds could run roughly over her aroused areola. Melrose began pressing down on me and groaned like a slut when I teased her tit with my teeth.

"Oh, God," she moaned. Her hips began rotating against my cock. "You are a total bastard," she whispered as she tried to feed more of her breast to me. I eventually pulled away but gave her red, engorged nipple one last flick of the tongue, which earned me another gasp. While she was distracted I rolled us over so that I was now on top.

"What?" she hissed once more. "Get off of me."

"You owe me two more kisses," I reminded her.

"Grrr," she snarled. "Get on with it. What is next?"

"Your ass; I want to kiss your ass," I informed her with a smile. Bass's nostrils flared.

"How are we going to do this?" she seethed through clenched teeth in response.

"Roll over onto your stomach," I ordered her. She did it with alacrity. I slid down her body, using my knees to force the Chancellor's legs apart as I did so. I knew I was taking a chance by getting off of her but I risked it to grab the hem of her skirt and pull it up and up until it was bunched around her waist.

Now I had her torso on the bed with her hips and legs dangling off the side so that she was on the tips of her high-heel shoes keeping balance. Her panties were a full design but silky blue as well. Her black garter was also visible with her straps keeping her black sheer hose up around her strong, thick thighs. Her ass, though, was a thing of mature teacher-young student fantasy.

Her butt was big but not too large with an expansiveness that made for one hell of a cushion.

"Fuck, Dr. Mel," I muttered, "you clearly take care of yourself."

"Just get this over with," she bit back. I spanked her right ass cheek in response, then the left, and began alternating back and forth several times. Dr. Bass bit down on my blanket to stop from crying out.




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Instead of ripping her panties off, I elected for a slow, deliberate strip down.

"What are you doing?" she moaned from the bed. "I didn't agree to this," referring to her imminent loss of clothing. I waited for her to do something besides look over her shoulder and glare at me. I winked back, she gasped in outrage, and I finish pulling her underwear down.

"I'm going to get you for this, Zane," she promised hatefully. 'Not before I get you,' I thought. I knelt down between her spread legs, resting my hands on the small of her back. They roamed down to her hips, to her upper thighs and around, then over her butt cheeks. I'd argue that Mrs. Wellington has a better posterior, but only in a matter of incremental appreciation.

I spread her cheeks apart, picked a spot just over her anus, and gave her a kiss, letting my face roam right and left, not up and down. I finished but remained squatted down behind her, waiting. Melrose looked rearward once more.

"Well?"

"On the lips," I smiled. She started to rise up but I put a hand on the small of her back, holding her down on her stomach. "The other lips," I teased her. There was no response this time, just a baleful acceptance of the situation. Of course, there was no situation for her to resolve by this time; she could easily shrug me off and leave sans panties, but she appeared more than willing to accept me and my actions; horny evil bitch.

Positioning myself behind her ass, I kneeled down and propped her hips up so I could get my mouth to her pussy. Melrose simmered with outrage right up until my lips sucked on the folds of her labia and my tongue parted them. Her response was to thrust back with her hips and press her face harder into the bed to stifle her guttural responses.

In the first few seconds, beyond being incredibly wet, I got no bodily reaction to the intrusion of my tongue upon her sex. When I snaked my hand between her legs and began massaging her upper pussy lips and clit, she gave off a grunt of arousal. I couldn't help but grin; I had her. I redoubled my efforts and soon the Chancellor was panting into the sheets.

I marked her reactions until my tongue felt the first tremors quake through the walls of her cunt.

"All done," I informed her. I leaned back on my heels so I could observe her response. She kept fighting for breath for several seconds before looking back at me.

"I won't beg," she growled.

"I don't expect you to," I remarked. "In fact, I believe you are going to take your panties back and walk out of here. After all, you clearly do the fucking instead of getting fucked. It must be an awfully empty feeling by now."

"I hate you," she seethed. I stuck two fingers into her cunt and wiggled them around until her love juice rolled down my fingers and her vaginal walls started gripping me tightly.

"I can see that you do, Melrose," I lied. "I tell you what, I am going to put two fingers back in you unless you say 'Stop'. How does that sound?"

"Don't you dare," she said bitterly. I placed my hand on her fleshy buttocks and gradually migrated it down to her thigh. Dr. Bass hated me with her eyes but not with her physical instincts.

I used all four fingers this time. My first and pinky peeled back her pussy lips and rubbed them roughly. My middle finger went to her clit and my ring finger probed her depths.

"Ugh," the Chancellor responded. She was pressing her ass back, grinding her cunt against my hand. To steady my movements, I rested my thumb on her ass crack, which only incited her further.

Positioning myself beside her, I reached under and began massaging her breast. My hand picked up its rhythm, making a wet, meaty slapping sound which was driving Melrose crazy with lust. When I kissed her shoulder, she moaned wantonly. My lips worked up her neck, jaw, and ear until she tilted her head so that we could kiss.

"That's right," I whispered to her, "Give it up. I know you want to." She tried to articulate some sort of vicious reply but my kiss on her lips stole that away. I doubled my speed on her pussy while twisting and yanking her nipple.

"Oh, God!" she growled violently into the bedspread. "Ugh, ugh, ugh...yes," she finally exhaled excitedly. 

As she struggled to focus her senses, I freed up one of her hands clenching the sheets and wrapped her grip around my cock. She was stroking my penis in a warm, steady way without really thinking about it. When the enormity of what she was doing dawned on her, Dr. Bass rolled her head over and confirmed what she was holding.

She kept staring but couldn't decide what direction she would take -- punish me or succumb to her lusts. I began stroking her kitty once more, making a moist, sloppy noise but clearly arousing her as well. I lowered my body beside her.

"Where do you want it?" I asked softly. 

Mel appeared to be unable to understand the question so I prodded her.

"Do you want to taste it on your lips and tongue? Do you want me to put it in your cunt to see if you can take it? Maybe you want me to pump it into your ass because you miss the heat going up inside you," I added. I wasn't sure about the anal sex thing but I felt like taking the risk.

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 butt had no sooner hit the bed again when Bass 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 pussy lips.

"Ooohhh," 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. Dr. Bass 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 Dr. Bass'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 penis 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. Dr. Bass 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 pussy, I kept my fingers on her engorged nipples, teasing to the point pleasure and pain collided.

I tore up her pussy 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 pussy 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, Dr. Bass 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 pussy 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 Bass 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 vagina. 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, Dr. Bass. 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. Dr. Bass 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 dick and appreciate the sane women who do spend time with me. Dr. Bass 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.




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"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." Dr. Bass 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.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 18



*If you make one person happy, you save the World. Make a million people happy and you become a politician*



(Thanks for Fortima's presence fixing so many of my mistaks

(Oddly there is no sex in this chapter; just prepping for the next rollercoaster)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)



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 something to say.

"From the discussion in the Chancellor's office Monday I get the feeling that Heaven is a girl-guy, shemale, what have you; right?" she started off. I nodded.

"You clearly like girls but you are real close to Heaven; right?" Val continued.

"Yes," I replied.

"So you risked something you love – namely, the pleasure you derive from sex – to save her; right?" she prodded.

"Yes," I sounded curious.

"Then you did the right thing," she concluded. "Zane, I'd kill for the people I love and I imagine you would too. What's death compared to a little rough sex with an evil controlling bitch to get her to release someone as close to you as Heaven appears to be?"

"Thanks, Valerie," I grinned. "My heart knows you are right but it is going to take my mind a while to accept that. I guess I'm over-thinking things."

"Happens to the best of us," Valerie joked, then punched me in the arm. "Let's catch up with the others before Rio does something stupid – okay, does something more stupid than normal."

We were halfway through breakfast when I noted a diminishing of noise from the south entrance of the hall. Being taller than the average female student, I was able to make out the cause of the disturbance. I catapulted out of my seat and raced for the lady at the door; I had the vague impression I wasn't alone.

I rushed up within a few feet of Heaven, who had dropped her bags and looked at me with fear and expectation. I didn't want to overwhelm or embarrass her so I pulled up short to make sure the moment was special. I'm an idiot!! Rio slipped past me, grabbed Heaven's cheeks, and planted a deep kiss full of longing on MY GIRL's lips!!

"Oh, Babycakes, I've missed you so much," Rio panted passionately to Heaven.

"Ah...thanks, Rio," Heaven said, "but if you don't let go of me right now, I'm going to strangle you with your own intestines." Heaven untangled herself from Rio, shot a look my way, then rushed into Christina's arms. Rio smirked at me.

The rest of Christina's crew swarmed around Heaven and rejoiced at her return. I took a step back to give them some room. I did note Chancellor Bass glaring at me from the head table. I looked back to catch sight of Dana Gorman giving me a lopsided grin from the door Heaven had come through, a McDonald's bag in hand.

I missed Heaven's arm slipping through her knot of friends and pulling me in. She pressed her body against me and looked up into my eyes.

"I want you inside of me so bad," she whispered. Why can't a woman look at me and say "I've missed gazing into your eyes" or something romantic like that?

"How about we get Heaven squared away in our room before Assembly?" Christina suggested.

"We'll get her bags," Hope volunteered.

"I'll come too," I joined in, but Chastity quickly put a hand up.

"No, you don't," she smiled. "We'd like Heaven to actually get to Assembly."

"There is no Assembly today," Iona pointed out.

"Great, I can go straight to Zane's room," Heaven beamed.

"I don't think we'll mind the company," Paige announced. I was suddenly left trying to figure out how she'd appeared next to me in this crowd, as well as how my arm ended up around her waist.

"Holy Hell, Paige," I hissed. "You are going to give me a heart attack if you keep that up."

"It isn't worth it unless you pay the price," she teased me. What the hell did that mean, 'pay the price'? Heaven balled up her fists and I was sure blood was about to be spilled.

"Paige, we need to figure out what you are wearing to the party this weekend," Valerie intervened.

"Party?" Paige sounded intrigued. Valerie edged Paige away and the situation defused. 

"Heaven, unpack," I began. "Iona, round up the Coach and get her to our place."

"Barbie Lynn, could you and Alice watch over the door to make sure we aren't overwhelmed by non-freshmen?"

Alice had been standing on the periphery and was clearly stunned that I was addressing her in this manner, but still rapidly nodded and looked to Barbie Lynn to gauge her perception of the request. Barbie Lynn gave her 'replacement' a smile and motioned Alice away from the group as well. 

"Alright, everyone," Dr. Larson spoke up, "finish breakfast and then back to your rooms. We are still under twenty-four hours of restricted travel so I do not expect to see any of you again until lunch. Please get about your business. Lastly, I expect some of you will be called before the Board of Directors to give testimony or receive a verdict on your status here; make yourself ready and presentable."

"Mr. Braxton," Dr. Topaz Larson fixed me with a deadly eye, "that will require you to remain fully clothed most of the time. Do you understand?"

"Of course, Dr. Larson; I'll do my best," I swore.

"Sweet! That means I get to run around naked!" Rio exalted.

"Ms. Talon, are you taking your anti-psychotic drugs?" Dr. Larson said deadpan.

"Nope; I've been slipping them into the Chancellor's tea," Rio grinned all crazy-like. "Do you think anyone has noticed?"

"If you want to take credit for the past two weeks, by all means do so," Topaz allowed.

"I was looking for a cheap and sleazy way to be despised by everybody..." she began, but I headed her off.

"She'll stay in clothes and we'll make sure that all her pills are changed to suppositories. I know she won't miss any of those," I taunted my friend.

"That may be for the best," Dr. Larson snorted disdainfully, but ruined it with a grin. She turned and strode back to the table. I wasn't sure which one of us the Chancellor hated more; Dr. Larson for keeping order or the rest of us for obeying.

"Okay, I'm going to the bathroom. Heaven, can I hope to see you once you are squared away in your room?" I asked as I hugged her once more and headed away. I knew the questions would come soon enough.

One aspect of a women's college that guys might not appreciate is that there are only stalls in girl's bathrooms, and since FFU has a grand total of two men's rooms on the entire campus (Administration and Athletics), I was always using a female facility. I was about to finish business – the standing-up kind – when my door rattled as someone tried to get in.

"Excuse me?" I inquired. 

"Let me in," hissed my visitor. Since I clearly knew the voice, I zipped up and unlatched the door. She pushed in and latched the door behind her before pushing me down and straddling my lap.

"You did..." Heaven kissed me "...something." Kiss, kiss. "Christina says it had to be you who got me back." She went back to kissing me.

"You are my girlfriend, Heaven. I don't know what I wouldn't do for you, Babe," I told her. She nestled into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"You make me feel so alive, Zane," Heaven related in a soft vulnerable tone.

"Don't get all romantic on me," I teased her between light kisses on her lips. "I've got a whole bottle of Viagra showing up at noon and I need someone to work all that sexual energy out on... and, okay, I missed you." She wiggled into a more snug fit in my lap.

"Did you miss me more than Barbie Lynn – or Paige?" she teased.

"They aren't you," I countered. I ran my right hand between us, worked up her skirt, and began rubbing her package, which was clearly straining against the strap-down. Heaven began moaning, then slowly rolling her body against mine.

"Come on," she panted, "let's have a quickie."

"Can't happen," I whispered. To prove my dedication to my statement, I ran my left hand around her hip, under her skirt, and to her covered butt. I pressed a finger between her butt cheeks until I pressed against her anus. Now I was massaging her front and back.

"Oh, God, you bastard," she sobbed while she rocked back and forth.

"We really need to get going, though," I sighed. "Bass will send someone after us soon enough."

"I – Grrr – I owe you, Zane," Heaven groaned. "You stood by me. Damn, you fought Gorman by yourself for me and somehow you got me back. I know I can be a horrible person but you've always looked past that and saw who I could be."

"I could continue being a jack-ass and say that I looked past your horrible personality to that luscious ass but I think I'd rather remind you that I chose you to be my lover and no one else," I smiled at Heaven.

"Your lover..." she murmured happily. "And you are my bitch," she tacked on that bit from our sexual encounter in the Kappa Sigma closet hardly one week back. We still managed to stand up and get the door open before Ms. Marlowe came in quietly. She frowned at us while we grinned at her, cleaned our hands, and walked past her back to the Dining Hall.



RESTRUCTURING



We sat outside in the hall opposite the main Administrative conference room. There weren't a ton of us; the individual class presidents plus Heaven, Rio and myself. Christina and Rhaine shared the Senior Class spot.

"Drink run," I volunteered. "Who wants what?"

"Zane, if they call for you and you're gone, it will be big trouble," Christina pointed out.

"If I stay here one more minute, I'll strip off my clothes, paint myself blue, and streak across campus," I grinned piratically.

"Sprite," Heaven spoke up. A series of orders followed and I hurried off.

Upon my return, I handed Rhaine (last in line) a Dr. Pepper, which caused her to give me an odd look.

"I didn't ask for..." she began muttering.

"Nah, but I always see you drinking the stuff so I figured you could use one," I told her.

"Ah – thank you," she responded with a cautious smile.

"If it makes you horny then it was my idea too, Rhaine," Rio leaned forward so Rhaine could see her and smiled.

"Is she hormonal, dropped on the head as a child, or what?" Simone Brady asked the group of us. She was the Junior Class President and nominally a Rhaine supporter. She'd asked for and received a Sunkist.

"Tie me up in your room and we'll find out," Rio licked her lips at Simone.

"Isn't that supposed to be the other way around?" Heaven quizzed Rio.

"No; Simone looks like a slow learner and I don't want to scare her off on our first date," Rio leered.

"Now you know what I went through," Rhaine explained to Simone, who sniffed in derision.

"Hey, I don't know this crazy woman at all but even I can tell she's playing with you two," Hannah Cartwright, Sophomore Class President, rolled her eyes.

"How about we all try to remember we are all here to save our school?" Christina interrupted.

The conversation had died down to nothing when Rio nudged me.

"There's this old guy coming down the hallway and he looks like he knows you," she whispered.  I looked up and my heart nearly stopped. I'd fucked up even worse than I thought.

"Uncle Josh," I said weakly, as I stood and faced him.

"Dude, I thought you said your family was dead," Rio continued.

"Technically, that would be true," the old man rumbled, "and you would be Rio Talon. I'm Joshua Coppersmith, old family acquaintance and the Braxton family executor."

"The last time I saw you I was being placed on a plane to Thailand," I stated somewhat bitterly.

"It was part of your father's will, Zane. He was my boss and the son of a friend so I owed it to him to trust his judgment concerning his only child," Uncle Josh explained.

"I recall wanting to stay with you," I reminded him. I recalled crying a river of tears, hoping to stay. I actually knew who Josh was, where Tim and Jill were virtual unknowns.

"A normal life is not allowed for everyone," Christina spoke up; "Past battles and all." I hate being beaten with my own words.

"That was one of your father's favorite sayings," Uncle Josh said. "I am glad to see you living by it. Thank you, Ms. Buchanan." She nodded politely.

"Who is this old geezer again?" Rio interjected.

"He was a close personal friend of my grandfather. They turned the company from a tired little mining concern to something a bit more. He mentored my father and they worked side-by-side when granddad died. Now he sort of runs thing until I inherit," I outlined.

"That is somewhat correct but not why I'm here. I could hardly miss the past week's activities here at Freedom Fellowship University. As the child of Victor and Jenna Braxton, I owed it to them both to let Zane sink or swim on his own. As the future head of the corporation I work for, I need to make sure he doesn't end up in prison," Josh clarified.

"Dude," Rio scoffed, then came to my side, "your boy went to jail last week. Where were you then?"

"Ms. Talon, I do not have spies watching his every move. By the time I became aware of the matter, it had been resolved," my pseudo-Uncle responded.

"I seriously suggest you get a 'minder' for Zane," Hannah Cartwright weighed in. "He's a real nutjob." That assessment would have angered me more had I not seen everyone nod in agreement. Instead, I went for the redirect.

"You've been in contact with Aunt Jill?" As far as I knew, Jill despised every aspect of my Dad's life.

"Zane, Jill has never handled more than two hundred dollars her entire life; of course I'm keeping an eye on her – and you," Josh stared at me. "I carefully monitor both yours and her finances."

"Seriously?" Christina asked skeptically. "He bought a warehouse full of furniture and that didn't appear to you to be frivolous?"

"Frivolous would be renting a private jet and a penthouse for a weekend in Las Vegas. Since Zane can't use eight sofas, I made the educated guess he was buying them to help out his dorm mates," Josh countered.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Rhaine Ritchie, Senior Class President," Rhaine jumped in. "I am curious as to your purpose here. Are you here to take Zane away or are you going to help him stay here?"

"President Presumptive," Heaven growled.

"That's good to know," Josh nodded, "and I'm here to represent the corporation's interests – in this case, avoiding embarrassment to the company's executive branch."

"If you want an embarrassment, you don't need to go any further than Heaven," Rhaine insinuated.

"She's my transgender girlfriend and we have rocking sex," I blurted out to preempt Rhaine. Heaven's eyes flew open; Joshua looked totally nonplussed.

"Did you buy her in a Manila slum?" Josh asked me dryly.

"Aaaahh, no?" I stammered.

"Oh, that's alright, then," Uncle Josh mused. "I mean, once I had to fly a fourteen-year-old Tanzanian princess back to her home and explain to her parents why she and Victor weren't really married." He looked at Heaven, "Besides, she's clearly an adult and we could do far worse with photo opportunities."

"His father dated his share of actresses and models before he settled down and I have every reason to believe Zane will be just as much trouble before some woman steals his heart and reins him in," Uncle Joshua related.

"Too late," Rio snickered, but I cut her off with a painful elbow to the ribs. "Ow!"

"That would be me," Christina stood and declared proudly. Josh looked her over.

"Little lady, I hope you have patience, iron resolve, and the will to exert them both in equal measure," he informed her.

"I am not sure I want him yet," Christina retorted.

"Ah, then you are intelligent as well," Josh smiled.

"Please make sure that if you do marry, you don't murder him until you have a child. Otherwise, the inheritance will be a bear. I like Jill but she comes from a family of nitwits," Josh continued.

"That won't be a problem," Rio grinned evilly. "Zane's adopted a daughter since coming to FFU."

"Iona is not my daughter," I snarled at Rio, "but I could do worse than making her my heir."

Instead of being shocked, Josh rolled his shoulders. "I'll get the paperwork to you next week."

"Are you sure you want to do that to Ms. Beckett?" Christina asked me.

"Who else would be saint enough to deal with Rio if I was gone?" I explained.

"Just for that, you get to wear the ball-gag and restraints next time," Rio warned me.

"Mr. Coppersmith?" an attendant from the Board meeting asked when she poked her head out of the conference room. Her eyes flitted from me to my 'Uncle', locking on him. He nodded and followed her into the room.

"Mmmm, he looks like my first husband," Rio mused.

"I'm sure his wife, children, and grandchildren will take to that without protest," I joked.

"Fine; I'll settle for being his mistress," Rio sulked.

"Okay, I am missing something," Rhaine spoke up. "What is going on, Zane? Now that you know Heaven is a guy, how can the two of you still be going out together? You are not gay."

"Rhaine, I already knew about Heaven before we actually had intercourse, though I admit to being attracted to her before then," I responded.

"But...he's a guy. What do you do?" Rhaine wondered out loud with a quizzical look on her face.

"Rhaine," Christina chimed in, "what kind of sex do you think Zane has been having with all the women he takes to bed? He's not taking their virginity, after all."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 18



"Oh, that's sick!" Simone declared.

"Simone, have you ever had anal sex?" Rio grumbled.

"God, no, that's gross," Simone said indignantly.

"So what was it like when you walked the Dolorosa?" Rio queried. I was pretty stunned Rio even knew what the path that Jesus took to Golgotha was called.

"What? I've never been to Israel," Simone answered.

"I bet you'd like to go and I'd bet you think you'd like it," Rio grinned.

"Yes, I would want to go, and I know it would be spiritual, but this has nothing to do with homosexuality being wrong," Simone struck back.

"Listen, you stuck up bitch," Rio kept grinning, "Jesus was a pretty smart Son of God so we would assume if something was really important to him, he'd have brought it up before the Romans gakked him. Seriously, how long does it take to say 'homosexuality is wrong; no more butt-sex'?" Rio beamed vile unpleasantness at Simone.

"You are an immoral soul," Rhaine jumped in.

"If that is how you want to describe someone who is honest, fearless, and who thinks for themselves, then I guess Rio and I are both immoral souls," I defended my best buddy.

"Count me in," Christina raised her hand.

"Me, too," Hannah and Heaven joined in our little heresy.

"Hannah, how can you go down the same way they are?" Rhaine complained. "Heaven is gay and Christina has lied for her since the beginning; Rio is a criminal; and Zane is...a boy."

"Listen, Rhaine, I don't claim to understand what is going on with Heaven and Zane but I figure if God is pissed, he'll let them know," Hannah stated.

"In the past two weeks, short of dodging you and your enforcers, I haven't known Rio to do anything wrong. She's served her time so we should forgive her and give her a chance. St Paul started out persecuting early Christians before he saw the light. What would have happened if Jesus hadn't given him a second chance?" Hannah sighed. "How could I do less?"

"And Zane...face it, he's eye-candy, and I've got a list of ten different things I want to do with him when my time to have him for Handmaiden's Duty comes up," she finished with a grin.

"Just once I'd like to have a girl here tell me I'm smart, or funny, or that I have a nice personality," I griped. "But Noooo, it is always 'he's got a fifteen inch penis as thick as his forearm; he can screw for two hours straight; or that I have a prehensile tongue that can tickle the ovaries and bring a girl to multiple orgasms."

Simone and Hannah's eyes grew larger as my gross exaggerations persisted.

"It's not fifteen inches long," countered Rhaine decisively. Simone missed it.

"How do you know how big it is?" Hannah clearly didn't.

"I..." Rhaine choked.

"I was coming out of the shower when Rhaine, Joy Jefferson, and Mercy Chaplain intercepted me. My towel accidently fell off and she got a brief view," I volunteered. Rhaine's look of surprise became one of veiled thanks.

"Because it wasn't like Rhaine wanted that massive piece of meat rubbing between her legs until she cried out in ecstasy or anything like that," Rio teased.

"That's enough," I cautioned Rio, and put an arm around her waist to pull her in. That calmed things down until we were all called into the meeting.  Uncle Josh was sitting against the near wall. Against the North wall sat Ms. Lane and a dark-haired fortyish woman with reading glasses I didn't recognize. They both were taking notes.

On the South Wall sat a different woman, early thirties with short black hair and what I could best describe as a casual lethality. Both new women looked over us newcomers but lingered on Christina, Heaven, and myself. Looking at the eight men on the Board of Directors was rather anticlimactic comparatively.

"Ms. Ritchie and Buchanan, we have decided to uphold Chancellor Bass's decision to annul the last election of Senior Class President. The matter will be decided during Freshman elections in October. We find both of your behavior to date this semester to be deplorable and a sad example to your fellow seniors. Do you have any comments? Ms. Buchanan?"

"Directors, what do we do if the Chancellor once again annuls the elections?" Christina asked.

"You appeal the action to the new Vice-Chancellor, Dr. Victoria Scarlett," the head of the board directed our attention to the woman sitting with Ms. Lane. As if my life wasn't hell already.

"Oh, you would so do her," Rio whispered to me with her insane grin.

I was so busy praying that no one heard her that I missed Simone being read the riot act next. She'd be facing re-election in a few weeks too, a fact she was distinctly upset by. Hannah was given the same news but her reaction was to flick her hair over one shoulder and give a bored sigh.

"What was that, Ms. Cartwright?" the Head Director grilled her.

"Reverence, Purity, Integrity – this is what our school supposedly stands for," Hannah faced the man down. "I can vote and fight for my country but you are treating us like children, Sir. The Chancellor was wrong and we fought back against her tyranny because that was the only choice our Christian moral code left us."

"It is hardly Christian to physically attack your fellow students, Ms. Cartwright," he shot back.

"I didn't tell any of my class to attack anyone but I admit that I punched two girls who I knew attacked other students," she admitted. "I figured it was time for a little Old Testament 'Wrath of the Israelites' kind of thing."

"Your intransience is not encouraging," a different man on the board stated.

"I apologize, Sir. I was hoping my love of justice would not be misunderstood," she sighed.

"Hannah, I'm voting for you as my class president," Rio leaned forward and addressed Hannah.

"You can't, Rio; you are a freshman and I'm a sophomore," Hannah grinned back at her. As far as I could tell, this was the most either had ever said to the other.

"Obviously you've never heard of gerrymandering and ballot box stuffing," Rio snickered.

"This is neither the time to joke nor a subject to joke about, Ms. Talon," the Chairman said crossly.

"Sorry, Sir," Rio beamed. "I wasn't trying to be frivolous; elections are a good thing. I'm all for seeing more of the girls here, to see them get excited and come together for their mutual enjoyment – I swear I do."

While that seemed to satisfy the Board, Hannah had to look down at her lap and Heaven developed a sudden coughing fit.

"Um...um...Vickers...umm, you represent quite a quandary. We suspect you lied on your application to this school three years ago and you absolutely understood you would not have been admitted if you had been honest with us," the Chairman of the Board declared. 

Heaven shivered so I took one of her hands while Christina took the other. Our motions were noted but I doubt the three of us cared.

"Now, Vickers, we could deal with this matter if you would submit to a medical examination," he continued.

"Why?" Christina replied. "Is every other applicant to this school required to do the same?"

"No other student has their gender called into question," a third board member informed us.

"She is not going to go along with this blatantly discriminatory policy," Christina retorted.

"If I may," Dr. Scarlett raised her hand. After a moment the Chairman nodded. "Mr. Braxton, as a man and someone with a confessed familiarity with Heaven Vickers, would you assert that said person is a woman?"

"She's more than woman enough for me," I quickly answered.

"Since it is clear that I have the lowest moral threshold in this room, it isn't going to make anyone think less of me if I attest that I've seen Heaven naked and she's got all the girlie parts I like," Rio threw her soul into the struggle. Heaven virtually froze up at that declaration.

"Are...are you saying that you've seen Mmmm...Vickers naked?" the second director stuttered.

"Dude," Rio scoffed, "we have communal showers here. Seeing a girl naked is hardly a rare occurrence. Since you seem like a kindred kinky soul, I'll let you know that I've seen Heaven under the sheets and I can give that body my pseudo-lesbian seal of approval."

"Have you had homosexual relations?" the Chairman gasped.

"With Heaven, definitely not," Rio swore with an upraised hand. "As for anyone else, what does it matter?" she joked. "You already think I'm a whore."

"You should watch your language," the third director warned Rio.

I put my hand on her stomach to hold her back from saying something that would only make it worse for her.

"To the bitter end," she winked at me.

"To the bitter end," I smirked back. She was taking one for the team; drawing off the discussion about Heaven by shocking the Board. Unfortunately, I wasn't alone in seeing that.

"Mr. Chairman," Dr. Scarlett addressed the Head of the Board, "perhaps we could return to the agenda if you want to stay on schedule."

"Very well," the man allowed. "Mmmm...Vickers, this matter isn't over but since we do not have conclusive proof about your gender, your application will remain under review."

"Thank you," Heaven replied softly.

"Don't thank us," the man spat. "Your deviancy will reveal itself soon enough. Evil can never hide from God's Truth."

"God is with us," I glowered back. I wasn't winning any friends on the far side of the table.

"Your time is coming, Mr. Braxton," the Chairman retorted. "Ms. Talon, we find it miraculous that you haven't racked up more infractions in your short time here. Now, your parents and this board agreed, upon your admittance, that you would live with the strictest discipline and you've attempted every trick in the book to circumvent those intentions."

"They did this to me on purpose," Rio moaned over the revelation of her parents' role in events. They'd given the Chancellor and Dana Gorman carte blanche in dealing with Rio.

"Nothing has changed," I whispered to Rio. She turned and looked at me with tear-brimmed eyes. She nodded once in understanding.

"A special guardian will be assigned to see to your physical and spiritual security," he continued.

"Who?" Rio questioned quietly.

"Administration will decide on who is most appropriate," he responded snidely. "Now for Mr. Braxton."

"I would like to say how much we appreciate you ladies and gentlemen taking time out of your busy schedules to deal with matters here today," I interrupted. I earned several glares for my effort.

"Mr. Braxton, you are an unfortunate aberration that should never have been allowed to happen. All disruptions that have happened in the past few weeks can be laid at your feet," he opened with.

I raised my hand. The man opened his mouth to continue but seemed annoyed with my gesture.

"Yes, Mr. Braxton?"

"Sir, how did you come to this conclusion? I'm one guy, and a freshman at that," I countered.

"You are the man, of course," the Chairman snorted. "It is only natural that the women of this campus would follow your masculine authority no matter how unfounded and perverse."

Wait, did he just call every woman in this room mindless sheep?

"Still, we are caught in the same quandary that left you here in the first place. Since we have already isolated you in a Solarium, you will also be assigned a guardian," he grumbled.

"Oh, okay," I shrugged. "What happens to Dana Gorman?"

"Ms. Gorman has been terminated," he shrugged back.

"But it wasn't her fault. I'm no fan; she did knock me out during a practice session once after all," I pointed out. "She is good for this school, though."

"We have a new Head of Security and the Athletics Department is being suspended for the rest of the semester," the Chairman informed us.

"That would be the neo-fascist in black at the end of the table," I directed my attention to the lone woman on the south end of the table. "Ending our sports programs would be a serious mistake for the morale of the school. Ms. Gorman has done a bang-up job and it would show real concern for the students at this school if you would keep her on as Athletics Dean."

"Ask around to any of the hundreds of students who participate; ask Rhaine – she's worked closely with the Coach before," I begged. I had no idea which way Rhaine would jump but she was the only trump I had to play. The big guy didn't seem inclined to listen to Rhaine but that didn't stop her.

"Coach Gorman gives every girl an active outlet for our energy," Rhaine volunteered. "She also allowed the reliable elements of the student body to aid with security. It was a shame that Zane's masculinity unbalanced the school populace; the student body does not blame her for what Zane and Christina did."

"She should hardly be rewarded for such a catastrophic loss of control," the second director stated.

"Reinstating Coach Gorman as Athletics Dean would save us the need for creating new creative programs to provide for the physical well-being of the girls," Dr. Scarlett suggested.

"This is a matter for the Board to discuss," the Chairman announced. "You students are released to return to your dorms. Thank you for your attendance. Mr. Braxton and Ms. Talon, you will be assigned your guardians before you arrive at breakfast tomorrow." We took that as our clue to leave. We made it out of the room and almost out of the building.

"A moment, Mr. Braxton, Ms. Buchanan," the short-haired woman called out. I turned and met her while the rest of the group slowed down behind me as we started to exit the building.

"I'm Gabrielle Black, your new Head of Campus Security. I thought it was important to meet you before classes formally resume." She stepped up and shook Christina's and my hand while we studied her.

"You may call me Zane," I offered. "I hope this means we are getting off on the right foot despite that whole neo-fascist thing."

"I don't see any panty lines 'Gestapo' Black," Rio interjected herself. "Have you gone commando today?"

"I usually make someone earn the right to find out, Ms. Talon," she gave Rio a shark-like grin.

"I really don't see how that is relevant and I really don't want to know," Hannah spoke up.

"Come on, Zane," Rio persisted, "give it a shot."

"Hannah doesn't want to go there so why don't we say good-bye to the nice lady and go," I responded.

"What exactly is Ms. Talon asking for?" Ms. Black inquired.

"Apparently Zane has a thing for figuring out women and woman's lingerie," Christina said with a degree of caution.

"I hope Ms. Cartwright will forgive me but I'd like to test this little trick," Gabrielle requested.

"If Hannah doesn't mind," I asked the sophomore class President (sort of). She nodded so I looked to Gabrielle.

"Give me a second," I requested.

"What's wrong, Zane?" Rio wondered when I didn't immediately start reeling off the facts.

"She's good at lying," I informed the group, "but..."

"But?" Gabrielle smirked.

"Lycra – form-fitting, probably a custom job, dull black, and I guess...with some sort of synthetic weave," I stumbled along. "I've never seen anything precisely like it."

"I have," Simone muttered. "A woman in the Presidential Detail for the Secret Service talked about having one, though they called it spandex instead of Lycra."

"You have bulletproof undies?" Rio teased. "That is so cool."

"What kind of Campus Security Chief wears bulletproof underwear?" Rhaine wondered.

"That's not important," Gabrielle smiled coolly.

"36C with extensive surgery on her right shoulder," I noted, "plus I'm willing to bet she's had plastic surgery on several places over her body."

"Nice guesswork," Gabrielle grinned; too bad the friendly gesture didn't reach her eyes. "What gave me away?"

"You hold your left shoulder slightly higher and to the rear, causing your left breast to be elevated. Let's say that a thirty-year-old woman has a characteristic to her skin that a twenty–year-old hasn't developed yet," I informed her.

"Do you really want to go over every individual spot that I've noticed so far?" I hinted. Two sites could mean one thing and one thing only; they weren't something for open conversation.

"I will graciously concede the field," Gabrielle gave a half bow and withdrew.

"What was that all about?" Rhaine finally broke the silence.

"I'm not sure," Christina responded. "Zane?"

"I don't know," I murmured.

"I do," Rio volunteered. "She's nuts, and I'm not talking about thinking that Aunt Jude is a Martian nuts; I'm talking about someone you don't want walking into a daycare with a loaded gun nuts."

"That doesn't make any sense," stated Simone. "She's our new head of security."

"She's no police officer, I'd bet," Hannah weighed in.

"You people are being paranoid," Rhaine snorted. "The Board of Directors wouldn't put anyone dangerous amongst us."

"I agree," Heaven added bitterly. "It isn't like they suspect the student body to be under Zane's influence because we can't help but be naturally submissive to his masculine charisma. No – wait, sorry. That is exactly what they accused us of five minutes ago."

"Heaven, women are supposed to submit to their husbands; it is God's Law," Rhaine declared firmly.

"Oh, thank God," I groaned. "Rhaine, come with me to my room; I need a massage."

"You are not my husband or my father," Rhaine countered. "I am not required to serve you."

"Then why are we rolling over for the all-male Board of Directors?" Christina inquired. "All I wanted was for the students to stand up and make our own decisions. One day we will submit to our partner but until then, God gave us free will and we should exercise it."

"How does Zane fit into all that?" Simone challenged Christina.

"He made a mistake. I saw no duplicity in Zane in my time watching over him so I believed he meant us no harm," Christina replied.

"Your attitude brought you down," Rhaine reminded her.

"Standing up for what was right got me and my friends persecuted," Christina replied. "Anytime any authority tells you that it is okay to torture someone for the 'greater good' is being neither great nor good; they are perverting Christian virtues."

Rhaine and Simone had no answer for that. We parted ways (rebels and traditionalists) and returned to our dorms, waiting to see what would come next.



FIRST LOOK AT THE GUARDIANS



"Wow," Rio gasped. "My world view has been shattered; there really is a Santa Claus."

"Do tell," I joked.

"I've been assigned my guardian for the semester; you get three guesses," Rio grinned.

It had to be someone from Rhaine's faction and the number of people there that Rio didn't utterly despise numbered less than five.

"Mercy Chaplain?" I hazarded.

"Got it in one," Rio snickered. "Who is yours?"  I looked up my text messages (they were normally sent to poor Iona).

"Vivian Phillips," I told Rio. "I don't know too much about her but she's first-team Karate and a senior from Rhaine's camp."

"I need to think of something nice for Mercy this evening," mused Rio. "I am thinking the fuzzy hand and ankle cuffs, coconut massage oil, and my little pink friend."

"That seems awful...passionate for you," I pointed out.

"Don't worry about it," she smirked. "I'm going to ride her face like a burro going down the Grand Canyon."

"That was a metaphor I could have done without," I grinned. "By the way, the morning of the great melee, you were really nice to Mercy. What is up with that?"

Rio looked embarrassed, cast her eyes about suspiciously, then looked at me intently.

"I hoped no one caught that," she whispered.

"I'm pretty sure it was only Valerie, Joy and I who caught it, and Joy had no point of reference," I advised Rio. "Where is your mind concerning the two of you?"

"Damn it, Zane, she's a sweet girl," Rio hissed. "The crazy kid trusts me totally. That is kind of eerie and gentle at the same time, if that makes sense. Nothing has prepared Mercy for what a shithole this world can be; she is simple, sheltered, and innocent in her outlook on life."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 18



"It didn't start out this way," I persisted. "What happened to change that for you two?" I wanted Rio to work this out in her head. Caring for another person was difficult for her, and that she could do this for Mercy was partially my fault.

"Honestly, it was the fear on Mercy's face when she rolled off of you that day," Rio sighed. "She wasn't afraid of me coming to slap you silly – you had that coming," she sneered. "But the fear of being sexy and sexual...she'd been drilled in the head so long that any sexual feeling was from the Devil that she felt devastated that you'd made her orgasm. I'm afraid I snapped; I had to do something," she confessed.

"And your answer was to make her your submissive sex toy?" I teased her.

"Hey, what can I say? I'm a freaking deviant myself. If you want the mediocre mainstream, call Dr. Drew," Rio grinned. "I'm all she's got and it is going to be a cold day in hell if I'm going to let some Bible-thumping asshole trap the beauty that is her body when she's wracked with pleasure in some cold, gray, sexless box."

"She's lucky to have a friend and protector like you," I whispered back. Her snarky reply was cut off by the look she was giving the stairwell to my domicile. Mercy Chaplain and a dark aspect girl had entered the area and were coming our way. Iona was coming our way as well.

"That is Vivian Phillips," Iona announced my visitor. I had no doubt she had a dozen useful facts on my latest guest too.



For her part, Vivian looked almost overwhelmed with the 'improvements' I'd made to the place.

"Mr. Braxton," Vivian said to me as she came to a stop before my sofa. I stood up and offered my hand. Rio stood and regarded Mercy. I guess I had to be happy they didn't fall over the sofa in a fit of sexual wrestling.

"So, Vivian, how do you want to handle this?" I inquired.

"You will stay in your room until I pick you up and you will stay in each class until I take you to your next class or activity," she strictly informed me.

"We'll see how that works out," I joked.

"No, Zane, that is how it is going to be," Vivian explained.

"Okay. What is going to happen if we miss one another?" I inquired.

"How can you miss me if you stay where I tell you to wait for me?" she stated firmly.

"No, I want to know what the repercussions are going to be after I've successfully avoided you," I asked pleasantly.

"Zane, the Board of Directors has directed the University to do this and if you dodge my duty, you will be expelled," Vivian responded patiently.

"So you don't know," I winked. "In that case, you can count on it that the next few months are going to be interesting for you."

"Mercy, you are going to have to sleep in my room if you hope to keep up with me," Rio taunted her guardian.

"If that is what it takes," Mercy shot right back.

"You still can't be there every second of the day," Rio bantered.

"If I have to keep a hand on you for the rest of the semester, I will," Mercy countered. I'd have been happy for both her and Rio if Mercy hadn't sounded so eager.

"Damn it," Rio snapped to me. "Mercy's got me so stymied and pissed off that I'm going to be up half the night working off my aggression." I rolled my eyes and Iona blushed as Paige and Valerie came up into the room.

"What's going on?" both Val and Paige asked.

"Mercy doesn't trust me so she's going to be with me every night from here on out," Rio pseudo-sulked. Valerie's groan was a lot more real and justified. I should have sensed the psychic chemistry going on around me; I could have used that bit of insight to run.

"You two..." Paige directed to Vivian and Mercy, "...should keep these two together as much as possible to minimize the damage they can do."

"Well they can't stay in my dorm room," Valerie sounded disappointed, "so they'll have to use Zane's bedroom. It is the only safe place to store them."

"I'm not going to spend time in Zane Braxton's bedroom," Vivian shook her head.

"Perhaps if you took a look at Zane's room before passing judgment," Iona offered. Vivian was about to make a rebuttal, then took another look around the room.

"Okay," she allowed.

Our little troop made our way to my screened-off area of the floor.

"Where are you going with this, Paige?" I asked my albino sexual siren quietly.

"Around the third time I drug Vivian to unconsciousness, she's going to figure out what's going on so a long-term solution suggests that your current girlfriends put you and Vivian together so that you can convert her to your side," Paige outlined with newfound tolerance.

"I'm too damn experienced with you to argue, Paige," I confessed.

"Your ability to be smarter than a hamster on a wheel is refreshing," Paige rewarded me with a stroke on the cheek. We stumbled at the entrance to my boudoir as Vivian had to take it in. She was so 'enraptured' with my extravagance that she missed Rio sneak up on Mercy from behind.

Rio put both hands under Mercy's skirt. One clearly coaxed along her buttocks while the left move around and began to gently caress her pubic area from the front.

"Someone's not wearing their underwear," I barely heard Rio whisper in Mercy's ear. "For being such a good girl, I'm going to do something special to you tonight; Zane's room at 10:00 o'clock."

Mercy obviously tingled all over at the news.

"Don't plan on getting any sleep," Rio teased softly, "I want the taste of hot little bitch-flesh on my tongue all night long, and since I can't have anyone worthwhile, I'll have...fuck it; I want you tonight, Mercy. Don't think for a minute that I care about you, though."

"Okay," Mercy turned halfway to Rio's lips, "I understand." Mercy did have this contented ephemeral smile on her face that I was hoping Rio didn't catch. If Rio did, she didn't show it, but then Rio hated to acknowledge that anyone cared for her.

"Thank Cordelia for me," I turned to Paige. I figured the only way Rio ended up with Mercy was someone rigged the process in her favor.

"That was me," Paige confessed. "I tried to stack the odds in your favor with Joy Jefferson but that didn't work out so well.

"Thank you," I expressed appreciatively. 

"Thank me by hooking my legs over your elbows and fuck me standing up," Paige beamed raw sexual hunger my way. "I want to go bouncy, bouncy, bouncy on my personal pleasure toy." She finished by licking her lips. I wish she wouldn't refer to my cock as her toy or look at me the way a starving dog looks at a fresh pork chop.

Valerie motioned me forward now that Vivian had started walking around my bedroom.

"What is that platform for?" Vivian muttered to me once she realized I'd come to her side.

"It is my bed," I informed her. "Now do you see why you could sleep with me and we would both be okay?"

"I am not sleeping with you," Vivian insisted.

"I could sleep on one side and you could be on the other and we couldn't even touch fingers," I insisted.

"No," Vivian announced.

"I'll fight you for it," I gambled.

"What?" Vivian stared my way. Clearly, my move caught my friends off guard as well.

"You take me and I'll behave for a month. If I beat you, then you move into – my floor – for a month, and you still get to keep an eye on me," I offered.

"I am not staying in your room no matter what," Vivian declared indignantly.

"All the sofas are sleepers," I explained. "You wouldn't be in my room, plus you have your own shower and bathroom as well as the other amenities that have been put in."

"That is not going to happen," she insisted.

"Oh, my apology; I didn't know you were afraid of me," I shrugged.

"I'm not afraid of you, and I'm not going to be baited by you either," she shot back.

"Then fight me, pin me to the ground, and have things your way," I challenged her.

"Coach Gorman told us not to fight him alone if we could avoid it," Mercy jumped in. "If the Coach couldn't put him down quickly, you don't have a chance, Vivian."

That was so cold, and I'd have never thought Mercy could have pulled it off, luring Vivian in the way she did.

"Fine, let's go to the gym and settle this," Vivian growled her acceptance of my dare.

"Let's fight here," I countered.

"In your room?" she worried.

"In life, the arena you find yourself fighting in rarely presents itself as an even surface," I pointed out.

"That would be true, Ms. Phillips," Dana Gorman confirmed from the entrance.

"Dana," I exhaled with some relief.

"That would be Coach Gorman to you, delinquent," Dana smiled at me.

"Coach!" Mercy squealed, hugging the only real adult in the room. I was pleased to note that Vivian seemed genuinely happy at the news of Dana being back on the job too.

"Cool it, Mercy," Dana chuckled. "Technically, I'm still Ms. Gorman until 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning when my re-instatement goes into effect." She patted Mercy on the back before they separated. "I am mildly curious as to what you are doing here in Zane's room, Vivian. I normally credit you with better sense."

"Are you saying I'm senseless, Coach Hot-cheeks?" Rio snickered at Dana.

"Rio, my understanding of you begins with your friendship with Zane, which pretty much explains every other insane stunt you two have been involved with since your arrival," Dana smiled back.

"Coach, I can explain," Vivian finally got out. "I was assigned to Zane as his guardian by the Board of Directors and they said...um..."

"That you should go to Zane's bedroom and get into a fight?" Dana concluded. Vivian gulped, nodded and then shook her head.

"Get used to it, Vivian," Coach nodded knowingly. "If you are going to be hanging around with Zane, you need to get used to things like this happening. These inexplicable events occur on a regular basis. By the way, Zane: Thank you."

"No problem, Coach," I grinned.

"What was that for?" Vivian asked.

"Zane fought to get my job back," Dana Gorman nodded.

"Why would he do that?" Vivian wondered. "You put him through hell."

"Yeah, I was asking myself the same question," Rio chimed in.

"She's good for the university," I answered, "and they were going to cancel the athletics program."

"Vivian, you should be more concerned how you are going to beat Zane," Dana stated.

"Valerie, could you get Vivian one of your sports bras and a pair of Rio's shorts?" I requested.

"I'm not going to strip in front of you," Vivian said indignantly as Valerie left to do as I asked.

"I'll leave the room if you like," I shrugged.

"I'll take video evidence," Rio leered at Vivian.

"Rio, I'll slam you inside one of Zane's wardrobes if you don't behave," Dana warned.

"Zane will stick up for me," Rio puffed out her chest defiantly.

"Yeah, I was considering that," Dana laughed. "That turns a six-second fight into a sixty-second fight, but you are still ending up in the closet."

"And to think Rio spent so many of her formative years coming out of the closet," Paige jabbed.

"Paige, I'd slap you for that but I know Zane doesn't want a bruise on that swank body of yours." Rio taunted the tender-fleshed albino Paige.

"I keep begging him to trade you to me for a night but Zane insists that you two are exclusive for now," Rio kept at it despite Paige's arousal. "I'm holding out for you, though."

"I'm confident that Zane will keep making the right decisions," Paige rose to the challenge.

"Wait," Vivian waved her hands sideways, "Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an exaggeration."

"Did I come at a bad time?" Barbie Lynn spoke up. She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my room, with me.

"Come on in," I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me.

"Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room tonight!" Vivian laid down the law.

"Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me, not Zane," Barbie Lynn growled.

"Don't worry, Babe," I soothed Barbie, "I'm working on a solution right now."

"Zane, slap this skank" (referring to Vivian), Rio snarled. "She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk ass."

"Vivian is only doing her job," I addressed Rio. "I'm not going to hold that against her."

"Zane, is this another one?" Raven inquired about Vivian's sexual status with me.

"No. She's my official guardian, and as soon as I kick her ass, she's going to sleep on one of the main room's sofas for a month," I explained.

"No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this floor except you, me and the dorm mother," Vivian countered.

Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal, and Cappadocia.

"I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you change here. Coach, can you referee the match?" I tried to bring some order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to strip before I got my own clothes.

"Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too many freshmen girls out there," Vivian conceded.

"You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane's bedroom or cover the entire floor," Dana stated.

"I leave that to Vivian," I allowed. Vivian chose the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered – the students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we were good enough to not smack a civilian.

"Good job, Vivian," Dana congratulated her senior student. "Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage.

"Any advice for me?" I asked.

"Yes. Don't get that pretty face beaten up," she smiled snidely at me.

"That will teach Zane to take your side on anything," Rio sneered.

"I'm not on your faction's side, Rio," Dana confirmed, "but it doesn't mean Zane and I aren't friends." 

"I'm fine," I assured Rio. "Tell us when, Coach." Dana looked Vivian and I over.

"Go!" she snapped.

Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair. Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us.

She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive her back but Vivian's technique was too close to perfect for me to beat through.

Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy some room, then started maneuvering again.

"She's a righty," Valerie told me. That meant she was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right, covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks on the over-extended right, or so the theory went.

Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass, back to a chair.

"Five-minute break," I offered. Vivian blinked but took the hand I offered to help her stand up. "Drink," I motioned to the juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one.

"Be careful, Vivian; he's trying to get inside your head, convince you he's not such a bad guy," Dana counseled her female student.

"No kind words for me?" I joked.

"I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian," Dana winked at me.

I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade, both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way.

"Next time I'll pin you," she told me while looking away.

"We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn't be fighting," I responded.

"The difference is that I am right," she said as we made eye to eye contact.

"FFU doesn't teach you to be second best," I nodded, which brought a smile to her face.

"Thirty seconds," Iona warned us. We picked spots ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word.

Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables, and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into her.

By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn't approve of my move. We crashed together; she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a knee under her hips and propelled her over my head.

"You've done a good job, Coach Gorman," Valerie lauded Dana on Vivian's performance.

"She's either three or four on the team," Dana informed the group. "It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first."

"You have some weird damn names at this school," Valerie commented.

"This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of Valkyrie?" Dana teased. "Of course, I'm also still trying to figure out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time of day to Paige here."

"Hey!" Paige squawked. "Zane thinks I am very good at sex, I'll have you know."

"Trouble," Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I'd have kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach came into play; Vivian couldn't fall back fast enough and I put my heel into her hip.

I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body.

"Do you give?" I asked softly. I had her pinned and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped.

"No," she hissed. I could sense people gathering around.

"Time for another five-minute break?" I inquired a little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed.

"Fine," she grumbled, "five minutes." I rolled off and offered her a hand. 

Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand. She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She shook and headed back to the closest bar.

"Zane?" at least five different girls asked me at once. I wasn't sure why I'd let Vivian up either.

"Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use my strap-on on your ass," Rio growled.

"I'm going to go home and start researching the most painful applications of acupuncture possible," Paige enlightened us all.

"I'll take care of your hurts," Barbie Lynn sympathized.

"You are such a slut," growled Rio.

"No," Opal interceded. "I think that Brandi, Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn."

"How many of you am I going to have to fight off?" Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for once.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 18



"There is me," Iona chirped, "and wait until Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she's going to look forward to dismembering someone," she added with a pleasant sincerity. Vivian looked to me skeptically.

"It is entirely my fault," I confessed with upraised hands, "I should learn to say 'no' from time to time. I keep leading these fine young ladies on."

"Do you see why you need to win now?" Dana asked Vivian, who looked uncertain. "You are Zane's only hope of surviving the school year. You are a lifesaver."

"Oh, okay; let's get back to it then," Vivian sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian thought the same thing.

In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled – first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and regained her feet, I backed up and did the same.

Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself. Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my shoulder with her left.

I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block wouldn't be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she attempted to break the hold.

For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our breasts heaving from the exertion.

"Okay," she said softly. I immediately let go of her wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest level, facing and studying the other's features.

The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I never got the words out.

"I really don't know," Vivian whispered.

My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana was her instructor after, which explained everyone's presence.

"So, can we have our own little celebration?" Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright.

"I have a church meeting in an hour," I frowned. Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance, giving Paige and I some space.

"We could sneak something in," Paige winked hopefully.

"You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not someone I want to leave after only a quickie," I looked down at Paige as I wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn't too angry with my decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical girl.

"I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this evening," Paige sighed. "Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?"

"I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort of thing and I'd like it if you were here," I asked. "I really don't want to commit my Sunday until I'm sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she's had a really lousy week."

"I don't have to admit anything, Zane, but I make allowances because you mean well," Paige smiled. "I chose to accept that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me."

"It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy, bouncy?" I teased.

"No," Paige wiggled tightly against me. "That would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and I'd never confess to that." I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I answered with a kiss to the top of her head.

"Now scoot," I commanded. "You are far too distracting and I do have to get going."

Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed.

"I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded by the time you get back," Rio grinned.

That was her way of asking my permission to use my room without actually asking.

"I'll make sure Vivian is set up before you get back," Iona informed me with upbeat energy.

"Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don't you spend the weekend with me?" I asked. The implication was that Rio would be tearing Mercy up all weekend long.

"I'd love to," Iona hugged me.

"Sleep in his bed," Rio chuckled.

"I plan to," Iona boasted.

"Lose your virginity," Rio teased.

"No," Iona gave Rio a raspberry. "Zane loves me the way I am."

"Are we going to cuddle?" I smiled warmly down at her.

"Damn Skippy!" she chirped. "I'll even sleep in the nude because I trust you so much."

"Busted!" Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished getting dressed, and made my own way out.

Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian flagged me down.

"Vivian, I'm going to..." I started to say. She lifted up her phone in response.

"Your schedule is online," Vivian pointed out. "What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers when you have showers in the Solarium now?"

"Wow, are you offering to shower with me?" I faux-gasped. "That didn't take you long."

"No!!" Vivian glared with some exasperation. "I'm trying to limit your contact with naked women."

No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud.

"I could say something like 'shower with me and I'll respect your virginity,' but I'll respect your virginity no matter what," I gazed upon Vivian. "I do formally request that you allow me to continue to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don't disregard my request out of hand."

Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded.

"I'll think about it," she allowed.

"Holy Smokes," Brandi whispered from nearby, "he's broken down the wall." Vivian flinched.

"No," Opal whispered back, "but she's no longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either." That observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run for it.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 19



*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*

Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges.

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

OFFICIALLY AN AFFAIR

Once they got over me 'borrowing' certain gear from some of the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle Wellington's agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use the new imagery that I'd provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill's wife.

I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she'd married William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill.

As an added insult, Sahara's name wasn't even Sahara; that was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made Sahara the pariah of this little community.

Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn't hurt my determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four things. I'd helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good that can feel.

I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions; she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke.

Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn't supposed to make waves, which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on the 'Shunned' list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly didn't give a fuck about what any of them cared.

When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara, Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we made our way to the door.

"Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper room," Rochelle reminded me.

"Sahara, why don't we walk to our cars together?" Kendra suggested sweetly.

This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the short time I had known them.

It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the Pastor's wife.

"That would be nice, Kendra," Sahara replied. She reached out and stroked my elbow. "Thank you, Zane," she added with a smile.

Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I alone.

"I'll get this equipment put away and be right back," I told Rochelle. "Could you make sure all the new files are backed up to my account?"

"Of course, Zane," she smiled warmly, and set to work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her.

"Are we still friends?" I asked softly as I leaned in next to her ear.

"Of course," she turned her head so our gazes were only inches apart. I made to kiss her on the lips; she recoiled so I waited. I wasn't afraid I'd spooked her; she wanted passion and the sense of freedom that came for embracing a choice all her own.

The fear drained away and she completed our encounter. She was tentative at first and I mostly let her take the lead for the first two minutes until she became more confident. When the time was right I turned her in the chair and pulled her up by each hand. My hands went to her neck while hers settled on my hips.

"We have our boundaries?" Rochelle questioned me.

"Absolutely," I confirmed. "Your neck," I kissed her neck, "ear," I kissed her ear, "and cheek are all on my side of the boundaries." I had gotten as far as fondling the breasts last time around but I had time to coax her that way and was in no hurry.

"Where are your boundaries?" I inquired of Rochelle as I lowered my hands around her hips.

"I definitely think we should keep the boundaries at the waistline," she suggested.

"So you want my waistline, but was that up or down?" I smiled.

"What?" she blushed.

"Do you want to keep your hands above my waist -- say to the stomach and chest, or you could go down below the belt?" I teased. "Just kidding," I let her off the hook. Instead, I moved my lips to her face and came to a stop there.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Rochelle sighed.

"Okay," I was disappointed, "but you will have to tell me to let go of you first."

"That isn't fair," she moaned, as she pressed her body against me and rested her forehead on my shoulder. I doubted it helped her resistance when her stomach pressed against my highly aroused cock.

"Zane," Rochelle choked out, "I've been a good wife for thirty years. I'm a pillar of the community and a loyal member of this congregation. What am I doing with a man younger than my youngest baby?"

"Rochelle, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do, but I'm not going to lie about wanting you."

"I don't think you are running away from your husband and family; I think they have moved on without you, despite all you've done to make them a part of your life. If you end up alone three or more times a week, give us a shot; if not, you are doing okay and should stay where you are," I advised.

"I don't want to lose you," Rochelle worried.

"You are not going to lose me, Rochelle. You are beautiful and that is not going to change; even if you are unattainable and I have to watch you from afar," I soothed her. She seemed to swell up with happiness in my arms.

"That isn't fair one bit," she moaned.

"Fine. I don't find you attractive; I am going to forget you the moment I walk out this door and I'll never look at you again," I taunted her. "Happy? You are off the hook."

"Maybe if you were a better liar," Rochelle looked up at me smiling, "Remember that I am married to a politician."

"Oh, then tell me if I'm lying: I want to pick you up, press you onto this table and make love to you until you scream with pleasure," I challenged.

"What about our boundaries?" she panted.

"I'm trying really, really hard to honor them but you aren't making it easy," I confided in her. Rochelle decided to change tacks. She backed away and leaned against the table, facing me, with her arms supporting her upper body as she reclined.

"We shouldn't do this," she told me, but even as she shook her head, she smiled and bit her lower lip provocatively.

I pursued her, Rochelle spreading her legs to allow my body to better press down on her. I kissed her fervently several times before she spoke.

"Stop," she whispered. "I can't." I began working open the buttons on her blouse. Rochelle rolled her head back so that my lips and tongue played along her throat.

"Ah, Zane, you should stop that," she exhaled as she gently held one hand to the back of my head as I kissed her breasts through her bra. "There are three hooks," she added as I started slipping her bra off. She pushed away from the table so I could slip her shirt and bra down. Since I had her off the table temporarily, I elected to unzip her skirt from the side and drop that and her slip to the carpet.

She was looking horribly vulnerable being so nearly naked, down to white panties, thigh high white stockings, and black shoes. Sure, she was plump in the middle and her rich, swelling breasts sagged, but they were gorgeous to hold and behold. I more than evened the playing field, stripping completely naked. Rochelle moaned when she saw me exposed and she trembled with lust. I was sure she thought about running away or running at me, but she chose something in between.

Rochelle reached forward and tenderly grabbed my penis in one hand.

"Oh, my," she gasped. I moved closer, brushed her hair aside and put my hand to the back of her head. I brought her into yet another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the rest.

"I am going to move one step at a time," I told her softly, our faces barely an inch apart, "but I am going to take you tonight." 

Rochelle's first nod was timid, but they became very enthusiastic. I rested my hands on the lush flesh just below the hips and lifted her halfway onto the table.

"I think I'm violating your boundaries," I grinned wickedly. First her eyes flared, she looked surprised, and finally she let her giggle turn into a laugh. 

She gave my cock a delicious twist.

"I think we are way beyond that," she panted happily. I pressed into her, bobbing in for a kiss, withdrawing for her smile, and going in again. It took over a minute for Rochelle eventually to feel comfortable and self-assured enough to kiss me on the neck. I thrust my pelvis into her as a response.

That appeared to be what it took for Rochelle's emotional dam to burst. She wrapped her stocking clad calves around each thigh and began kissing my shoulder and chest with hungry little pecks.

"Zane," she panted as she yanked on my cock, "I haven't had sexual intercourse in twenty years."

My first thought was 'Crap, someone else trying to squeeze my cock off,' but I realized that was unfair, plus she had delivered five children.

"Rochelle, can I be crass and crude with you?" I said softly. That clearly wasn't what she expected to hear; still she consented.

"Rochelle, I know it has been a long time since you've had sex, and it has probably been very vanilla. Have you ever had sex bent over a table?" I wondered.

"No," she blushed. "I've only had sex on a bed...on my back. Isn't that normal?"

"Um, okay. I'm going to fuck you, Rochelle; I am going to nail you, make you scream and cry and beat your fists in ecstasy," I threatened her. "How does that make you feel?"

"I..." she gulped, "that scares me but..." nothing was said for several seconds.

"Damn it," I hissed, "your body is tormenting me." Rochelle gasped and trembled once more. I dove into her left breast and bit down. She pulsed against me; then I started pressing her down on the table. Removing her panties was remarkably easy after that.

I let my cock, still in her hand, rub against her slit. When her labia parted her fluids quickly coated the tip. I moved it up and down while we kissed, and I mean kissed. Rochelle kept stroking my cheek and hairline. I began pulling and teasing her nipples. A moment later I hooked her legs up until she instinctively wrapped around my waist.

When I was rubbing my member along her cunt lips we kissed. When I feasted on her nipples she moaned like a slut and arched her back to entice me further.

"Put it in me," she begged, overwhelmed with desire, "Put it in me now, please."

"Whatever you want," I whispered in her ear. Using both our hands (I got the feeling she wasn't sure what she was doing) I wedged my cockhead in between her labia and pushed.

Rochelle was snug, not tight, and certainly wasn't trying to tear the skin off my penis going in. For her part, my partner was going off beneath me chanting 'yes, yes, yes' and rubbing her body against mine. By the way she was sparking against me, I knew she was close to orgasm.

"Ugh -- ugh -- ugh," Rochelle squirmed, "Oh, God! Yes!" she exulted beneath my body.

She thrust rhythmically multiple times before gracefully resting against the wooden surface.

"Oh, my God," she gasped. "I've never had an orgasm that intense before, or had it happen so fast."

"That was all you, Elle," I grinned. "You have built up a great deal of sexual energy over the years and I had better be careful with you or you'll tear me up."

"Oh -- wait, that is a good thing, isn't it?" she asked from deep within her heaving bosom.

"What did I tell you? The bodies of true women are dynamite and need to be handled with care. My main concern is that I can satisfy you," I confided in her. She had no initial words in response, instead relying on an intense stare.

"Elle?" she panted. "No one has called me Elle since my father died."

"Would you prefer I call you something else?" I replied.

"No. It was a surprise, that's all," she told me. I pushed a little farther into Rochelle as she finished speaking. "Ooohhh," she murmured.

I let Rochelle's legs fall to the side as I gently coasted in and out of her. I gave her a few minutes of tender sex before pulling out and kneeling between her legs.

"What?" she started to mumble before my lips settled onto her cunt and my tongue rolled through her folds. "Oh, wow," she moaned.

Her clitoris was already evident so after a few generous strokes of the tongue, I tilted up and encased her clit in my lips and sucked. Rochelle bucked her hips in reaction and started up a deeply passionate groan. To add to life's injustices, I was sure no one had ever gone down on Rochelle's love box before.

Despite having already cum once, Rochelle climaxed again inside five minutes.

"Oh, God!" was her guttural gasp. Her body jerked, trembled, and stiffened before going still once more. I licked my way up her body, teasing both sides of her belly button, slobbering over her right breast, and ending up driving my tongue into a muscular dance with hers.

"Mmmm, is that what I taste like?" she panted, with thankfully a good deal of pleasure.

"Now you know one of the reasons I'll be coming back for more," I teased.

"One; what is the other one?" she grinned wearily.

"No, you don't," I responded with a kiss to her nose. "You don't get to have that kind of fantastic reaction to me then act like it was nothing."

"Oh, don't say that," Rochelle scolded me, "I know I'm not very good."

"Are you dumping me?" I asked.

"No," she exclaimed anxiously, and clutched me with her hands on my upper arms and thighs pressing on my hips.

"Why are you acting as if I didn't enjoy myself?" I questioned. "You climaxed twice and guys love that kind of thing. My only problem is that we can't keep giving you the screwing you so richly deserve. If we are missing much longer, they are going to send out search parties." Rochelle continued to hold me tight but had calmed down a lot. It did take me a moment to figure out that I needed to carry the conversation.

"How soon can we get together again?" I asked softly, which was precisely what she wanted to hear.

"Maybe we shouldn't," she hesitated, but from my experience she was playing with me.

"I know I've pushed this, Elle, but you are worth every effort. I see a sensual, mature woman abandoned by some guy who clearly didn't appreciate her finer qualities," I pledged.

"Zane, the risks are so great," she worried intently. "We could really suffer over this...affair."

"Fine," I sat up, "I'll give you up for your sake but you have to promise to do one thing for me."

"What is it?" she hesitantly inquired.

"How many young women have been in your husband's office less than five years?" I opened with.

"Two," she recalled somewhat confused.

"The one with the most seniority; tomorrow I want you to go into her office and tell her you know about her liaisons with your husband -- her boss -- the Mayor," I advised her. "Don't act angry. Instead, act comfortable with the news and put her at ease. She'll be glad to confide in someone, trust me."

"What if she hasn't had an affair and goes to my husband with this accusation?" Rochelle bit her lip in concern.

"Rochelle, you have a seriously hot body and incredible sexual energy. Since your husband hasn't been neutered that I'm aware of, he's been getting sex somewhere else. I haven't heard of a thriving sex industry in town so for discretion's sake, he is having sex with women he has power over; namely, employees," I explained.

"How did you come up with all of that?" she marveled.

"Elle, there is nothing greater in all of God's Creation than women, body and soul. I notice things that most people miss and appreciate qualities most ignore," I enlightened her. "You have a smoking body but if you weren't such a wonderful woman, I wouldn't be here."

"Ah, you make me feel ten years younger," she sighed before kissing me on the nipple and chest.

"Crap," I bitched. "That means I only have two more encounters with you before you become jail bait." That assessment made her laugh joyously.

"I've lost my mind and I don't know why," she breathed in a terribly sexy way, hardly upset at all.

"We are leaving now," I declared, "Because you are so sexy right this instant, if I stay, I'm going to hammer you so hard we are going to break this table. I'm not sure how we can explain that."

"Does the 'hammer me through the table' line work on younger women?" Rochelle teased.

"Do you want me to go grab a younger woman and find out?" I zinged back.

"No!" she insisted. "I am sure we are not exclusive but I'm sure I don't want to share you with anyone I don't have to. I think we should get together again but I'll have to contact you."

"Use Felicity's phone and have her call Rio," I directed. "She'll get a message to me."

"Are you going to...seduce Felicity too?" Rochelle inquired warily.

"Nope, that has never been my intention," I answered. I wasn't sure how to explain to Rochelle that the real worry was Rio kidnapping Felicity for a Lost Weekend of Sapphic splendor. A discussion about homosexuality and my acceptance of it wasn't in the cards for tonight.

"I want her and Lance to have a shot at happiness," Rochelle said.

"I want Felicity to be happy as well," I evaded. If she noticed my failure to mention her youngest son, she was good enough not to press the matter. We kissed before we walked out the door and left; she went home and I headed home to have dinner with Jill. We had hot dogs and green beans; Jill had a hard three days at work and she wasn't a diligent cook to begin with.

MY SHIRT IS NOT MY FRIEND

Before heading back to campus I stopped by the Kappa Sigma House. I got some rather comfortable attention from the ladies, which was a bit bizarre when it was tag-team action from two sisters I'm pretty sure are lesbians. I stopped by to see Tawny for a minute to talk to her about the block party I might still have an invitation too.

I ended up spending a few minutes of alone time with Leigh (okay, Paris is on her bed pretending to study but it isn't a tiny room).

"I know you need to go home soon," Leigh lured me in with a sympathetic voice. I let her come into my arms and while I was aware she was about to shift me I was still taken aback by her enthusiasm.

I landed back-first on her bed and she ended up straddling my crotch with her legs folded underneath her.

"Let me help you with your shirt," she grinned evilly. I wasn't aware my shirt was in the way or that I wanted it off but what the hell. I started to unbutton my shirt but she slapped my hands away. Instead, she pulled my shirt out of my pants and yanked it up and up until the top was over my head.

Once she had it over my face and my arms pinned, she stopped and snickered.

"What the...oh, come on, Leigh," I complained.

"You like to be tied up, admit it," she teased me.

"Is your webcam on?" I countered.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 19



"If I say yes will you be even more turned on?" she wiggled on my aroused crotch. "Somebody says you will." Leigh scooted down my body, then placed her tongue on my nipple and blew a cool breath on it. The arousal was agony. Things didn't get better when she set her lips to the other nipple.

"That's it, Zane," Leigh moaned, "so fucking big and hard." She was rubbing her breasts and stomach along my rod, making me wish we were naked once more. Leigh was taking sadistic joy in working my nipples over too. It was so good that I was momentarily confused when she took in both of my nipples at once (honest -- I don't have man-boobs). I had a second tormentor.

"Hey, Paris," I gasped.

"Zane, you are so sweet. I am going have to make use of your trellis Friday night because I can't sleep right remembering how you tongued and dicked me over at the party," Paris sighed happily. "Here, let me help you breathe."

Paris (?) helped move my shirt from over my chin and lips, which did help me take a deep breath, but in the intake, a nipple and a bit of breast were inserted past my lips. Paris was a 34B but could easily fit a C, and dining on her firm and vibrant flesh was no hardship for me. I figured that I could take two women at one time; I'd done it before.

The third presence was perturbing but now both my nipples were covered. It was when a slick cold substance was placed upon my belly that I started to protest. I had the knowledge that there were four women over me when a newcomer initiated some licks, rubbing her flat tongue over me from sternum to belly button.

"Oh, wow," she said -- it is Ricky Frasier, another sister. "You have to try this."

"Sure," yet another god-damn sorority sister chimed in. "Let's cover his cock in it and see how that tastes." That's it! I'm changing my damn aftershave because clearly it is too fucking much for these girls.

"Won't the honey get stuck in his pubic hair?" Jersey, my latest jailor, inquired.

"No. Zane shaves down there," Leigh chortled. "It makes the blowjobs that much nicer."

"Cool," Ricky giggled. "Let's get his pants down and judge how much better he tastes." Screw it; I'm getting SWAT on speed-dial, some flash-bang grenades, and a stun gun so I can fight my way out of these situations. All being nice has gotten me is the classification of hors d'oeuvre.

"Enough, sisters," Tawny's voice called out before they could get my pants unbuckled.

"Zane is our friend; he needs to get back to his dorm before he's missed and I don't think the other chapters will look kindly upon us sampling the prize before the end of the semester awards him to us," she chastised the ladies. "Let him up and say good night." Thankfully, coming from Tawny made that a command and not a mere suggestion.

I got a series of 'sorry, Zane' and 'goodnight, Zane' comments as they pulled my shirt down and let me stand up. Ricky waggled a squeeze jar of honey at me suggestively.

"Ricky, don't you have a boyfriend?" I noted.

"I won't tell him if you won't," she grinned.

"Webcam," I thumbed over to Leigh's computer. "Why don't you give him a call right now and tell him you've been experimenting with some tricks for this weekend," I suggested as a way out. She ran up and hugged me, then put her lips to my ear.

"We really should keep you here," she whispered. A simple 'thank you' would have sufficed.

I managed to make it out of the house escorted by Tawny and trailed by Leigh. As I opened my car door and tried to get in, Leigh cuddled up to me, looking all sweet, honest, and innocent.

"Zane, I want you to pound me this weekend like you are laying down posts on a hundred acre farm," she purred. Tawny rolled her eyes in exasperation, Leigh looked hopeful, and I was suddenly contemplating dick-reduction surgery.

"I wish I could, Leigh, but Friday I'm embracing Tibetan Buddhism, shaving my head, and moving to Nepal to live a life of celibate monasticism," I informed her.

"Zane," Leigh murmured hungrily, "I crawled up your trellis for a night of sex. I'm pretty sure I could scale a thousand foot cliff to rescue you from an unguarded cell if the price of failure was never having you fuck me again."

"Your mistake was telling her your plans," Tawny laughed.

"I kind of figured that out," I groaned in despair. "Good night, now," I added as I made my getaway.

NOT SLEEPING ALONE

I had one task to deal with before I climbed the steps to my place. A few freshmen waved goodnight as they left my place and made for their own rooms before curfew. I sat on the floor and gave Brianna Kincaid, the Kappa Sigma at Colorado State, a call.

"Zane?" Briana said in a soft disbelieving voice.

"Have I caught you at dinner?" I inquired. "If so I'll call you back later."

"Sure -- yes -- no, I mean I'm at dinner but I can talk," Briana worked out. "What's up?"

"I hadn't heard from you and I wanted to make sure you were okay with what the other Kappa Sigma houses have been telling me. I wanted to make sure you were okay with developments. My deal was exclusively with you after all," I explained.

"I...no, I'm not okay with it," she whispered painfully.

"Fine. I'm withdrawing from this contest, Briana. We'll work something out on our own." I sounded a bit pissed off.

"You would, wouldn't you?" she mused.

"Of course. Don't think I'm being noble and all that, though; you have a dangerous body and a bedroom voice," I dodged. There was a long pause.

"Don't do it," she whispered.

"Briana, I have a real low opinion of people who abuse another's trust," I told her.

"Honestly, Zane, I'm okay with this, now more than ever. Besides, I'm going to win so it doesn't matter," she sighed with pleasure. "I'll be fine if my sisters don't kill me in the next few minutes."

"Threaten them with my awesomeness if things get rough," I joked.

"I promise you everything will work out," Brianna laughed. "So now that you've made my day, what's next for Zane Braxton?"

"I'm going upstairs and going to bed," I replied.

"How many and anyone we know?" she chuckled softly, getting over her funk.

"Is it impossible to believe that I'm seeking out a good night's sleep alone?" I faux-groaned.

"There was this evil internet rumor that...Jarunee says hey," she was interrupted. "The rumor was, you turned down a chance to have a go with a girl."

"Technically, I sobbed as I refused the offer," I explained. "I was too exhausted to actually speak."

"Cool," she snickered then, "Wait, Adele says you have another video up."

"Aren't you ladies eating dinner?" I questioned. 

"Yes; consider yourself dessert," she teased. I could make out a cluster of women close to the phone and could barely make out (groan) Leigh's and Paris's voices. Fantastic, I was getting bound down and molested on the World Wide Web. I'm such a lucky guy.

"Well, ummm...at least they didn't drag you out into the woods this time," Briana offered sympathetically. "You are going to let me tie you down and lick you from head to toe; right?"

"I'm all yours," I assured Briana. "I also have to go now because I know of at least five ladies waiting on me so I'm still a ways from letting sleep take me."

"Take care, Zane, and you rock; night," Briana signed off. I made my way to the door and punched in my code right before two freshmen girls came running down the stairs. "Hey" they grinned as they slipped past. I couldn't stop myself from scanning their retreating forms, which turned out to be somewhat lucky.

No sooner had the girls disappeared into the elevator than Mercy appeared with Rio. Mercy was in the lead, dragging Rio behind her. Mind you, Rio was running full out to keep up but Mercy was taller and in better shape. I whistled for their attention. Mercy and Rio pulled up short.

"Come here," I motioned to Mercy with a 'come-hither' finger.

I was somewhat stunned that Mercy looked back to Rio for permission. Rio couldn't help a burning light coming to her eyes. She pressed Mercy up against the wall, pushed her arms out to the sides then took Mercy's head in her hands and kissed her deeply. 

"Very good, bitch, now go see what Zane wants," she teased Mercy's lips with her tongue.

Mercy flushed a deep red, then came my way.

"Mercy," I lectured quietly, "you need to remember that you are supposed to be Rio's guardian and pretend you are keeping her in line."

"But what if she tells me to do something else?" Mercy whispered back. I leaned into Mercy until my lips touched her ear.

"Now, don't nod," I breathed into her ear, making sure Rio couldn't hear. "If the answer to what I ask is 'yes,' touch my shoulder. Do you understand?" Mercy touched my shoulder.

"Do you like Rio owning you?" Another touch affirmed Mercy's desire.

"If you want her to stay, you are going to have to be the sane one. That means you are going to have to take extra punishment from her in order to save Rio from herself."

She waited long enough for Rio to start getting fidgety before she touched my arm.

"If she tosses you aside, I'll work extra hard to get you two back together, I promise. Now go take her upstairs before she explodes," I finished up. Mercy backed up and reached for Rio. Rio snorted, tossed her head with indifference, and allowed Mercy to lead her upstairs.

At the top I saw some of my compatriots gathered around the first living area, centered around Dana Gorman. Dana was drinking a beer and in conversation with Valerie and Vivian. Iona and Paige were sitting close but clearly working on different subjects. Finally, I had Raven, Brandi, and Barbie Lynn watching some television. I was sort of curious where Opal was.

"Alright, everyone," Vivian called out as she stood. "Everyone out; Zane is back and it is almost 10:00 o'clock."

"Can I finish my beer?" Dana nodded my way.

"Yes," Vivian and I spoke simultaneously.

"Thank you, Vivian, but I believe we should all remember this is Zane's room until you put a ring on his finger," Gorman gave Vivian a snarky smile.

"I'm not going to marry him," Vivian declared indignantly. "He's eighteen, childish, and a philanderer."

"It is his ability to screw me to unconsciousness as well as willingness to engage in a bi-sexual three-way whenever I want that are his most appealing features to me," Paige stated clinically.

"I love the taste and feel of his cum on my tongue," Brandi perked up.

"Oh...MY...God!" Vivian turned and gawked at Brandi, who refused to wilt. "I didn't need to know any part of that."

"I want to know," Rio giggled.

"No, you don't," Mercy tugged on Rio's arm. "I'm taking you to bed now and make sure you behave."

"Oh, poo," Rio grumbled, but her eyes were clearly burning with hunger for Mercy who was doing an admirable job of not melting on the spot.

"You are going to have Rio sleep in Zane's room?" Vivian spun around and addressed Mercy. "Where is Zane going to sleep?"

"I'll sleep between them," Mercy replied. She left hanging out there that I'd be sleeping with her.

"That's my cue to go to bed," Barbie Lynn gave a sexy, lopsided leer my way.

"No," Vivian sputtered, clearly losing control of the situation. 

"Coach," Vivian pleaded to Dana.

"I'm going to give you some advice, Vivian, not as a faculty member of FFU but as a combatant," Dana spoke clearly. "What is your goal for Zane? Think about it."

"I'm to make him live by FFU standards and morals. That includes getting to his classes and sports as well as keeping him chaste and respecting the Purity Pledge," Vivian outlined.

Dana preempted the laughter with a sharp glare.

"Zane has missed three classes because of the fight he got into defendingtwo of his fellow students and two due to legal complications ordered by the Administration," Dana informed her. "No one is in more sports than Zane. We've all seen him go to his sessions crippled too. How do you plan to improve on what he's already done?"

"In this case, that part of the job should be easy," Vivian countered.

"And there you are doomed," Dana sighed. "Zane does what he does easily because it is not in his nature to go against the grain. Every chance he gets, he does what we want. That doesn't make him weak, though."

"To the contrary, when he sets his mind to something, he drives at it with all his force, and when we get in the way, he fights with a rare desperate intensity and cleverness that many women here have come to admire. Zane didn't defeat the Chancellor and me; Christina Buchanan did. The thing is, it was Zane who convinced Christina to fight."

"If you want to beat Zane, you are going about it all wrong; stop the women around him, not him," Dana concluded. "If you try to rein him in, he will slip past you, and a hundred girls will help him get away with it."

"What should I do, then?" Vivian was stymied.

"You are a good Christian girl; you'll figure something out," Dana winked. I knew what Dana was getting at, and while I didn't believe it would work, it was one of the best bets. A good Christian woman might be able to make me a good Christian man; seeing how Vivian might make that work wouldn't be boring.

"I'm heading down to the bathroom," I announced into the confusion. Rapidly, Barbie Lynn, Mercy, and Rio went down at well. "Vivian?" I invited her to join us.

"No. I'm not afraid to use the readily available facilities here," she answered snidely.

Down in the bathroom Rio finished quickly, then came up behind Mercy, who was still brushing her hair. Rio's hold on sanity slipped away and she grabbed each of Mercy's ass cheeks in her hands, jiggled them up and down and giggled maniacally.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it," Rio went off. "I love this ass so much!"

"How do you feel about that, Sugah?" Barbie Lynn teased Mercy. Mercy lowered her face until her long hair obscured her expression. Balancing carefully on her hips, Mercy pulled her skirt up to give Rio a better view. Rio looked to me on the verge of crying.

"Best -- Slut -- Ever," she wept tears of madness.

"Alright," I chided Rio. "Get your stuff together, both of you, and we can get to bed. At the moment I thought I had the situation restrained, Mercy turned around and started to push past Rio. Rio jumped onto Mercy and slammed their bodies onto the counter, making guttural animalistic noises as she bit and kissed Mercy's shoulders, neck and lips.

I scooped Rio by the waist and yanked her away.

"No!" she growled. "Mine, damn it, mine!" She didn't claw at my arms but she struggled valiantly to get away. Barbie Lynn stepped up, put Mercy back in some sort of presentable order, and we finally exited the bathroom.

By the time we got back to the Solarium, Rio had calmed down (enough) and Vivian gave me only a careful glance. She did signal me for a second of my time so once I had Rio stashed away, I returned to her.

"I am still thinking about letting you shower downstairs," she allowed, "but only at the proscribed times. Tell me one thing and please be honest: Do you shower alone?"

"No. Usually I shower with about eight to ten other girls," I answered. Vivian studied me intently, looking to see if I was having a joke at her expense. She took a deep breath, looked at the carpet, and finally nodded.

"Thank you for your honesty," she told me.

"This is how our fight begins, then," I grinned.

"I'm not fighting you, Zane," Vivian responded.

"Yes, you are," I countered playfully. "You are testing my moral boundaries and looking for a weakness you can exploit to make me feel guilty for how I treat the girls here."

"Do you feel bad about the way you treat the female student body?" she inquired.

"Nope. I want them to feel happy, safe, and free to express themselves," I replied. "I admire your approach; it shows your inventive and truthful nature at its best."

"I'm not going to sleep with you," she smiled. "Nice try."

"I hope you don't hold it against me for trying," I shyly responded.

"I admit, this afternoon I would definitely have held it against you, but tonight I'll let it slide," she allowed me. "Zane, what do you sleep in?" I assumed she didn't mean 'my bed'.

"Nude; I sleep in the nude. What do you sleep in?" I bantered.

"Panties and a Dallas Cowboys jersey," she gave me her first wicked grin. "Baby Powder blue, since I'm sure you are going to ask," she added the color of her panties.

"Thank you for making it that much harder for me to go to sleep," I grumbled as I staggered away.

"Good night, Zane," she sighed, but she gave me a playful little smile too so I counted it as a win. 

When I got inside the silk screens I noticed Barbie Lynn under the covers looking at me. Mercy was on the far side of the bed, lying on her back with Rio kneeling on top of her and smothering her in kisses. I winked at Barbie, then circled around to one of my dressers. I buy stuff; mostly things like what I was getting now. I picked out two items for the occasion and put them behind my back.

"Hey, Rio," I said softly as I approached her and Mercy. "Pick a hand." Rio snapped her head back to me with some annoyance.

"You had better have a good reason for interrupting me, Glenda, or Barbie's going to be spending the rest of the night with you in the Emergency Room reattaching that man-meat you are so proud of," she growled.

Rio tapped my left pectoral so I brought that fist around. It held a black leather weave collar with a gold clasp with a little "Mercy" name tag attached. Rio stood up and held it in both hands. She expressed a tidal shift in emotions, now cresting toward tears.

"Bro, you are the best," she trembled. "Sorry about the whole 'cutting off your dick' thing."

"You wouldn't be you if I wasn't afraid for my life at least once a day, Cupcake," I grinned down at her.

"There had better be a good explanation for that threat," Barbie Lynn finally cut in. Rio bristled at the challenge but swallowed it for my sake.

"Mercy, on your knees, slut-puppy," Rio commanded. At first Mercy knelt on the sleeping platform but when Rio didn't turn around to face her, she slid off the bed and went down on her knees beside Rio. Rio turned and presented Mercy with the collar.

"Do you see this? See the name on the tag? You can read, can't you, ya dumb bunny?" Rio taunted. "Tell me what it says."

"Mercy," Mercy said tenderly. Rio lifted Mercy's chin with her free hand.

"When you put this on, it means you are mine, forever and ever and ever, you got that?" Rio explained to Mercy with fiery intensity.

"Yes, Rio," Mercy murmured.

"Now put it on and secure your collar for me," Rio directed. She handed Mercy the collar and the sophomore struggled to affix it while keeping Rio's gaze.

"Good Bitch," Rio praised Mercy when she had finished. Mercy's love for Rio was pretty freaking obvious.

"Rio," Mercy whispered, ghostlike, with a hint of fear, "Am I going to have to wear this all the time?" Rio was caught off guard and considering her options when I pushed the object in my right hand against her back. She reached back, took the box, and opened it with a jolt of surprise.

"Mercy, besides me, Zane is the smartest person you will ever meet. If something ever happens to me, you will stick by his side no matter what, God damn it. Do you understand?" Rio told Mercy.

"Yes...yes, Rio," Mercy sounded worried.

Rio took the object up with one hand and dropped the box. She held up a choker in the school colors and the clasp was the University seal but instead of the words 'Freedom Fellowship' were the initials 'RT' for Rio Talon.

"I'm not going to let you wear your collar during the day," Rio announced. "I know you'll only scuff it up and ruin it so you are going to wear this instead. Got it, you worthless cunt?"

"Rio," Barbie Lynn groaned, "would it kill you to give the girl a compliment from time to time?"

"Mercy, have you done a damn thing I should give you praise for?" Rio directed.




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"No," Mercy whispered.

"See, Barbie Lynn, she's nothing more than a poor receptacle for my lust," Rio gloated. "Now Mercy, strip down and get on your back on the bed."

I tossed my clothes in the laundry hamper and stepped over Mercy's reclining form before jumping on Barbie Lynn. She giggled, wrestled about, and got rid of her last vestige of clothing -- her panties.

"I didn't hurt your knee, did I?" I asked between kisses.

"No, Honey," she purred. Her arms draped around my neck and pulled me to her lips. We rubbed noses and gave spectral affections with our lips and tongues. She had this warm glow about her as her body seductively rubbed against me.

"I want you to tease me," she sensually rumbled from deep within her core.

As Barbie Lynn and I were becoming reacquainted, Rio was busy securing Mercy's ankles and wrists. All of the restraints had some give but the ankles were still kept widely spread.

"Are you going to be quiet or do I have to gag you?" Rio asked tenderly.

"I'll be good," Mercy mouthed in response. That was Rio's cue to stalk every little tingle that tantalized Mercy's body. Mercy was waiting for the pain; it took her several minutes of Rio making love to her body instead, and those conflicting pleasure/pain desires caused the poor thing to whimper and writhe on the bed.

Barbie Lynn used her left hand to guide my cock while her right carefully stewarded her wounded leg back and to the side. The game for now was vaginal penetration without violating her virginity. A few passes and my swelled cockhead was coated with her juices. A few more and I pressed my tip between her labia.

I pried Barbie Lynn's lips apart and pushed a finger around my head and squished along her walls as I opened her up. Her hand, free of guiding my cock, began gently pulling on her clit. To excite Barbie, I slipped my cock below her pussy and let my slick cockhead press against her anus until she bucked minutely. I withdrew to her pussy once more, bringing a growl from Barbie who was expressing her frustration.

"Please," Mercy pleaded, "please, Rio." The woman was close to tears. She was also being lead to orgasm by Rio's ministrations. "Bite me, spank me, and torture my nipples." Rio didn't punish Mercy, instead shushing her and putting a finger to her lips.

"I am going to do everything tonight and you get to do nothing but orgasm as much as I can push you, Babe," Rio whispered affectionately. "I am going to make love to you and you can't stop me.

"Speak to me," Rio ordered Mercy.

"Why are you doing this?" Mercy choked, "You could stick something up my butt or spank me."

"I don't need to cause you pain to draw out your sexual violation, my bitch," Rio instructed. "I need to show you that you are a wanton fucking whore and you don't need any illusions to make you feel good. Are you going to wus out and disappoint me or are you going to be worthy of my time and your potential?"

"Am I worthy of your time and living up to my potential?" Barbie Lynn teased me.

"I'll let you know when I advance to where you are," I tickled her back. I loved the way she squirmed against me. I pushed more of my cockhead into Barbie Lynn until I felt like I was in a balloon that was about to burst.

"One more thrust and it's over," Barbie told me with a tear in her eye. One more thrust by either of us and she'd no longer be a virgin.

"Not tonight, Babe," I comforted her. "I barely know the woman I'm holding in my arms. If you add a whole new aspect, I'll never catch up."

"That's the point," she murmured happily, "to keep you guessing and wanting more. But, since I don't want to scare you off we can stop where we are for tonight."

I let my cock pop out and cruise back down her ass cleft.

"Of course, now my pussy is all wet and I need someone to dry it off," Barbie Lynn pouted. "Do you have any idea how I could get that done?"

Starting to slide down my body, Barbie stopped me, grabbed my shoulders, and twisted me around instead (she really is quite strong). Soon we were in a sixty-nine with me on top, pulling her labia aside so I could suck on her fluids that creamed forth, and she was on her back, licking my lower shaft and gobbling up one ball at a time and letting her tug on it with her tongue.

I lapped up her juices like a jungle cat, but side to side instead of bottom to top.

"Oh, Zane," Barbie Lynn purred, "Oh...oh, that's good; really good." I caught sight of Rio looking my way from between Mercy's shaking legs to figure out what I was doing. I gave her a little pantomime course before gorging down on Barbie Lynn once more.

"Rio...please, Rio, it feels so nice. Bite me. I'm going to die if you don't bite me soon," Mercy moaned and thrashed. Rio quickly slid to the edge of the bed, snatched up a phone, and poised over Mercy's snatch. She took a picture, dialed a number, and crawled up so Mercy could see whose number it was.

"Mercy, do you see whose number this is?" Rio taunted. "What does it say?"

"Yes," Mercy responded with fear and shock. "It is my brother's. It says 'thinking of you'." Rio hit send. "NO!" Mercy howled. "Why did you do that?" she sobbed. I was wondering why I wasn't slapping Rio upside her head, too.

"Who do you belong to?" Rio penetrated Mercy with her gaze.

"You. I belong to you," Mercy whimpered.

"And that means I can do with you whatever I want," Rio explained.

"Yes," Mercy sniffed pathetically.

"So if I've been told about his really nice guy who is a bit shy and having a hard time with the ladies, I can send him a shot of the hottest pussy I've ever tasted. So, what if I show him a shot of this hot snatch and he shows some of his buddies and they tease him about what a stud he must be for a secret admirer to send him such an intimate shot." 

"If that means he gets a bit more confidence because some chick wants him sexually and then he can talk to some girl he hopes is the one -- well, shit happens," Rio wove her tale.

"Of course, I would only do that for someone I actually cared about, so this young kid must be someone special or close to someone I found special," she concluded.

"Zane," Barbie Lynn breathed heavily, "what the hell was that?"

"It was Rio's way of telling Mercy she's crazy-passionate-mad over her. Being a huge pervert, she does this by giving her brother a picture of his older sister's muff -- not that he knows whose pussy he's actually looking at so he will gain popularity and confidence," I answered.

"Isn't that incestuous?" Barbie Lynn pointed out.

"That's Rio being perverse," I smiled up at her, my lips dripping her rich, viscous fluids.

"Wait," Mercy suddenly perked up. "Did Zane just say you love me, Rio?"

"Oh, hell no," Rio recoiled. "Don't use the 'L' word around me. Next time you do I'm going to shove my phone up your cunt, set it on vibrate, and have fifty students call you all day long."

Mercy looked the opposite of deterred. I could see 'I love you' forming on her lips.

"Fuck, Zane, give me something to do to her," Rio snapped. "All I want to do is kiss the stupid bitch." Here I was trying to tongue-fuck Barbie Lynn to orgasm but I couldn't seem to work in peace. I slicked up two fingers in her vagina, then ran one down to Barbie Lynn's anus and wormed one in.

"Ugh," Barbie Lynn flicked out her tongue in anticipation of further extensions down below.

"Mercy, you first: find a phrase instead of 'I love you' that you can use that isn't obvious. I suggest 'you annoy me'," I offered Mercy.

"You annoy me," Mercy whispered hopefully to Rio.

"Damn you, Zane," Rio growled at me. She looked down at Mercy before rushing down, biting Mercy's lower lip, and working it back and forth painfully in her teeth.

"You annoy me so shut the fuck up so I can get back to eating you up," Rio snarled once she let Mercy's bloody lip go.

Mercy's whole body relaxed and she kept a fey little smile on her lips as she closed her eyes and let Rio get back to eating her out and licking Mercy from head to toe. What do you know; all Rio had to do was be honestly affectionate to Mercy and she took Rio's attention without reservation. I finally got to return my attention back to Barbie Lynn's delicious essence.

A symphony of our passions led Barbie Lynn to climax ten minutes later. We had pressed my back to the headboard while Barbie rode me. One breast rolled over my face, allowing me to suckle on her nipple like a famished newborn. Barbie had one hand on my shoulder; her other hand held my cock, alternating its progress from rubbing along her clit as it slid up and down her cunt. My other hand caressed Barbie Lynn's ass cheek and thigh with occasional vacations to her puckered rose. My penetrations were more rapid and deeper.

"Oh, Baby, oh, baby, oh, baby...Jesus Loves Me!!!!" she squealed loud enough to be heard through the steel door at the bottom of the stairs. Barbie Lynn kept humping me as her eyes burned a fiery blue from above for over a minute.

"Zane," she panted, "I'm not going to graduate before you stuff me every which way." She floated down to my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, binding her sweaty body to my own.

"Gosh, you are so wonderful to me," she murmured. "I don't even need to ask you if you will help me out with this." I was thinking of some sort of romantic reply when I caught sight of Vivian regarding us. Now I had to rewire my mind in a totally different, ass-saving direction.

"Out of the way, and who the fuck are you?" Heaven growled as she pushed past Vivian.

"I'm Vivian Phillips, Heaven Vickers, and what are you doing in this room at this hour?" Vivian groused back.

"That schlong you've been focused on, I am going to have Zane shove that hard up my ass until I scream, cream, and pass out from ecstasy," Heaven taunted her.

"I...Grrr," Vivian stopped, then howled like a spirit of the damned. Heaven burned a path through my carpet to the bedside where Barbie Lynn still utilized her erotic appeal to keep me painfully aroused and pressing against her stomach. "Zane, would it be too much to ask for you to pretend I'm keeping you behaving at an acceptable Christian moral level."

"I will really try to not do this in public, if that helps," I suggested. Heaven plopped down at my feet and worked off her shoes.

"Move over, Barbie Lynn. The only thing I want to think about is whether I'm going to dive on his rod for a blowjob or go straight for him pumping my little bottom like the horny little girlfriend I am," Heaven lectured.

"And Mercy," Vivian stammered, losing control of the situation.

"I threatened to gut a puppy if she didn't submit," Rio grinned wickedly. Barbie Lynn, careful of her knee, rolled over twice to allow Heaven to slip under the covers and finish undressing.

"I should turn a fire hose on you five," Vivian snapped before turning and fleeing the room.

Heaven wiggled up my torso, her own cock throbbing against mine, until she could cup my facial cheeks in her hands.

"Zane, I want you to split me in two, ram my ass and make me cry. I'm sorry, I know you've been super-cool with me and I'll blow you soon, but I'm addicted to your dick," Heaven heaved passionately at me.

It wasn't lost on me that was close to the nicest Heaven had ever treated me. I snaked a hand under my pillow, palmed the vial, and pressed it into Heaven's hand.

"Zane, I am so happy you're my boyfriend," she murmured to me.

"Yours too," I whispered back, indicating I wanted her to lube her own penis so I could give her a hand-job while she rode me.

Heaven and I fell into a ferocious rhythm of lips and tongues as she thanked me for my suggestion. She was still self-conscious about that masculine piece of hardware that confused some people to her sexual identity. Me; I'd never been all that uncertain. Women acted in a way that trumped physiology in my mind.

Next to me, the arrival of Barbie Lynn's teeth on Mercy's nipple was Rio's sign to start energetically working over Mercy's cunt with her fingers. She added to the intensity by sucking and nibbling on the clit. Mercy's whimpers escalated to moans. From there, they cascaded into desperate gasps, then: "Oh-fuck-damn-it-shit-Hell!!!" she screamed.

Mercy's body flexed off the bed repeatedly.

"Rio, please...ah, you annoy me, you annoy me," she gasped. Rio was already untying Mercy's legs. She rapidly crawled up Mercy and freed her hands next.

"Time for sleep, everyone on my side of the bed," Rio announced. "Mercy, get under the covers."

Barbie Lynn snickered as Mercy sped to obey. Soon it was Mercy on the outside, Rio in the middle, and Barbie Lynn closest to the center of the bed. Mercy snuggled tightly to Rio.

"Bitch, did I say you could touch me?" Rio snapped angrily. Mercy made a tiny choking sound and scooted away.

"Bitch, get over here; I'm lonely," Rio now ordered. Mercy was more careful this time as she timidly returned to Rio and draped an arm over Rio's stomach.

"You annoy me," Mercy whispered after she placed a kiss at the top of Rio's breast.

"You annoy the hell out of me," Rio rumbled.

Mercy placed another kiss on Rio's breast. As she rested her head on Rio's shoulder, she readied for sleep, and I could swear a tear rolled down to the crease of the smile on Mercy's face. When that tear dabbed onto Rio's shoulder, my psycho friend stirred.

"If I get up in the middle of the night, pull out my strap-on, and fuck your ass, are you going to give me any problems?" Rio's lusty words contrasted with her desperately compassionate tone.

"No. I'll be good," Mercy replied after a moment.

"I knew I could count on you, my slut," Rio assured her. "First thing in the morning, I'm going to remind you how annoying you are; got it?"

"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.




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"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.

*

(If you are looking for the sex go to Chapter 21 where plenty exists.)  



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 20



*Mankind is poison because we compromise our souls for the companionship of others*

(Thanks to Frontma for clearing up my mistake that delayed this chapter from getting out sooner)

(Once more no real sex but there is a good deal of sexual tension.)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

*

"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.

"Mmmm," 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.

"Mmmm...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?"

"Ummm, 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 pussy 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.

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 pussy 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 stay.

The Dixie Roadhouse looked like some sort of converted barn with a few cobbled together outbuildings. Mine was probably not the first car to grace this dirt parking lot but it was definitely rare to have a ride with four wheels parked here. I had Rio and Mercy with me. Of course, Mercy had not been beaten and tied up for tonight's outing. Iona had ridden gleefully on the back of Val's bike.

"This is going to be epic," Rio exulted.

"That's right," I joked tragically. "We are five teenagers in school uniforms going into a place that constantly lays down new sawdust to cover up all the blood."

"Hey, Sissy-Boy," Rio punched me, "this is on my Bucket List, so don't wimp out on me now."

We quickly paired up, Rio with Mercy and Iona with me. Val -- Valkyrie went in alone as she felt that would increase her odds of survival. She also wore her Stormriders' patch and colors. Unfortunately, the rest of her gang was two thousand miles away. 

"Rio," Valerie coughed as she handed Rio a switchblade. Rio snickered, flipped the blade out several times in quick succession before stealthily stashing it into her waist band.

'Thank God,' I thought, 'she actually knows how to use a knife.' The double doors leading into the bar/club were propped open so we migrated in as a group. People didn't stop and stare but they managed a passable job of telling us to 'get the hell out' with their eyes alone. Valerie led us to the bar where the lone bartender took his time getting to us.

The guy was going for the chest hair with a black leather vest look along with copious amounts of facial hair.

"We don't serve kids," he growled out when he stopped in front of Valkyrie.

"We are not high school kids, we are not cops; we are college kids who need a damn drink, not a lecture. So are you going to give us shit or a beer, because there must be a dozen lame college dumps we can go slumming at."

"Who are you?" he grumbled.

"Valkyrie -- Stormriders," Valerie answered.

"What is your name?" he persisted.

"Valerie Palmer," she shrugged.

"Are you kin of Mad Dog Palmer?" he inquired.

"Dude, no one calls him Mad Dog who wants to live, and he's my grandfather," she smiled.

"Got it," the bartender gave a sinister grin. "What are you doing here?"

"My Dad divorced my Mom and became a born again Christian," she informed the guy.

"Harsh; so are these kids yours?" he asked; meaning the rest of us.

"They are not members but I consider them my associates," Valkyrie allowed. The bartender shrugged and started handing out beers. Val pulled out a roll of bills and paid for our first round. Val and I took slow steady pulls on our drinks. 

Rio downed hers in two chugs. Mercy and Iona took tentative sips and made disgusted faces as a result. I paid for Rio's second round.

"It tastes awful," Iona whispered to me.

"Pretend you are drinking it then. Beer is not for everyone," I assured her, and letting her see my smile dispelled any thought that I felt less of her for being different.

"Rio," Mercy tried next.

"Drink it," Rio demanded. "Do it, and I'll screw you with the bottle; don't, and I'll pour it over your head and shirt." Mercy choked on her response and took a swig of beer. "You annoy the hell out of me, Mercy," Rio reacted in a warmer tone.

I looked at Valerie; she looked to me and nodded. Things could be working out far worse. I noticed six biker babes playing pool off in the darkest corner. I didn't think they were a problem but two of them kept giving me the eye. I hoped my current group of women would provide me shielding.

A group of ten bikers came rolling into the place, laughing, punching, and doing other masculine bonding rituals. They noted the five out-of-place newcomers at the bar but didn't seem put out until I saw these two guys in the pack and they saw me. We had a bit of history that went all the way back to a bad night for me on a bench in a communal jail cell.

Perhaps I suggested that if they didn't get out of my way, I would shove their heads through the bars of the cell. I was in for two counts of assault and they were in for minor drug possession so they backed down. By the look on their faces, they remembered that night -- oh, fuck.

"Guys!" I cried out. I came off my stool and quickly walked up to the closer of the two. He actually took a step back into one of his buddies.

"It is good to see you, Man," I kept grinning. I stepped up, put my left hand on his right elbow to propel his hand up. I clasped his palm and shook it, chest to chest.

"A week ago we were all in lock-up together -- I was totally wasted -- and this guy and his buddy (I nodded to the second guy) saved my ass. Let me buy all of you guys the first two rounds," I offered.

The guy who was clearly the dominant member gave my 'buddy' a look. He figured something wasn't right but he didn't know what it was. The two bikers in the cell hadn't talked about their facedown with some college kid since they'd backed off without a fight.

"That's about right, Zane," the guy holding my hand said. "Those two guys get out of the hospital?" he continued as we walked as a group to the bar.

"Yeah, I administered a warning more than a lesson," I shrugged. "I wanted them to leave my ladies alone. The point was made. The whole jail thing was the Sheriff getting me back for a fight I was in the previous weekend but no one pressed charges."

That earned me some knowing chuckles. Beers were handed out; I paid for this round and the next, my heart finally calming down from the near catastrophe.

"Gus, what's with the little girls?" the leader addressed the bartender. He titled his head toward Valkyrie. Her colors gave her the higher status.

"The little one is with Zane and those two (Rio and Mercy) are together," Valarie answered deadpan. The big guy put his hand on Iona's shoulder while looking at me.

"Mind if I take your girl for a dance," he didn't ask -- he told me.

"You take your hand off of her and I'll forget you touched my girl," I stated with a quiet calm coming over me.

"If I don't?" he taunted me.

"I don't play twenty questions," I warned him.

"Seriously, dude, you want to get into a fight over a girl barely out of a training bra?" Valerie tried to make light of the situation. "She's his sister."

The leader let go of Iona and stepped back.

"She's your sister? Why in the hell did you bring you sister to this place?" he was curious.

"Are you trying to tell me this place isn't 'family friendly'?" I grinned, finally taking a real breath.

"That's a fucked-up way to look at things but yes, I guess it is," he chuckled. He reached past Iona and took his beer. Everyone around us relaxed again.

"What were you going to do?" he idly asked me.

"Since you had your left hand on Iona and your right was going for that steel rod you use as a sap, I was going crush your trachea then introduce your forehead to the bar," I explained.

"That might have killed me," he noted.

"Nothing personal, but I had nine more bodies to put down," I reminded him.

"I would have given us better than even odds that we would be getting out of here," Valerie joined in.

"So you really kicked Dog-Boy and Sticks off their bench?" he changed direction. Apparently, then, some in the gang did know.

"They were a bit stoned and I was really pissed off," I exaggerated.

"That makes sense; they are idiots," the leader grinned. A group of four more bikers with the same colors as the current crop came in. 

The guy we'd been talking with and five others broke off and headed to the rear of the establishment to seats around two circular tables. The four guys remaining gathered around Rio and Mercy. One guy put a hand on Mercy's shoulder.

"Come on out and see my ride," he grinned at a surprisingly calm Mercy.

"Hands off," Rio sneered, "I own the bitch." That caused the four men to look at each other.

"Don't worry, I rent her out from time to time," Rio acted nonchalant. Two of the guys closed in, one running a hand down Mercy's shoulder and thigh while the other put a hand on each of her hips.

"How much?" he growled. "We can take her into the bathroom right now."

"Nope," Rio shrugged. "She's got tests at school tomorrow and I've got her busy all weekend long, but write down your number and I'll call you. Zane -- pen." I tossed Rio a pen who handed it to the biggest biker.

The guy looked Rio, then to her hand.

"No," Rio snickered. "Mercy, off the stool and lean over the bar," she emphasized with a slap to the ass. Mercy scrambled to obey. Rio smiled at the dude then flipped Mercy's skirt up, wedged her already slender lacy underwear into her ass crack. Rio smacked a cheek. "Here you go."

"Hell, ya," he laughed, as he scrawled his name and number over Mercy's proffered ass cheek. "Are you sure you are going to remember this?"

"Oh, yeah; I'm going to be pounding this ass most of the night when I get her home," Rio told him.

"I thought you said she had tests tomorrow," the third guy joked.

"So do I, and that means I've got a lot of stress to work through," Rio grinned shark-like. "She's going to have to suck it up." That earned another round of laughs. "You really, truly annoy the hell out of me, Mercy," Rio snorted. Mercy resumed her barstool, turned to face Rio and sipped her beer once more. The warming radiance of Mercy's smile was both tragic and sweet.

I stole a look toward Iona who had a wide-eyed curious look about her and ended up at Valarie, who looked relieved enough to finally put her back to the bar and look around. We were into our second beer (still Iona and Mercy's first and Rio's fourth) when our sense of ease began floundering. One of the biker chicks that had been playing pool came over to get a round of beers for her outfit.

"Candy-ass whores," the woman taunted Rio as she picked up the six beers and walked away. Rio looked to me, somewhat confused and then outraged, and ended up with a glance to Valarie.

"What did you say?" Rio sounded disarmingly curious to the biker chick.

"You heard me," the woman scoffed. 

Rio was off the stool like a shot and brought her beer down on the biker chick's head.

"Iona, stay close behind me," I hissed. I motioned to Mercy to get her attention. Before the woman could right herself, Rio kicked her in the thigh. As she stumbled forward, all of her beers crashed to the sawdust on the ground.

Since the target of her wrath wasn't face-planting fast enough, Rio linked her fists together and hammer-slammed the chick between the shoulder blades; down she went.

"I told you to repeat what you said, Bitch!" Rio screamed as she kicked the fallen woman in the ribs. 

At that point, three of the biker chick's closest companions descended on Rio and pulled her away. Valarie gestured to me to stay seated and I got Mercy's attention and kept her on her stool as well.

"Hold her up," growled the biker girl Rio had decked.

"What did you say, Bitch?" Rio snarled right back. "Lose the bull-dykes and I'll make you taste my shoe leather."

"She's trying to get killed," Valarie whispered to me. Iona tensed with fear.

"No, she's trying to get us all killed," I responded softly.

"Let's take her outside," the first biker babe suggested as Rio struggled and kicked, attempting to free herself.

"No," a different girl directed. "Let's take her to the john; I have an idea." The other women laughed and began dragging Rio away.

"Zane!" Rio called out, "We are about to have a Leather Lesbian Slut orgy. Join in anytime you like." That was my cue to get my ass kicked. I moved to intervene, Val on my left between me and the worst of the crowd, Mercy to my right, and Iona taking up the rear. Sadly, a guy around my height but with a beer gut decided that I wasn't going to have an easy time of it.

"No, you don't," he threatened. It was pretty clear four or five other guys were ready to jump in. Rio's cursing form disappeared behind the doors. I didn't have much time before Rio incensed the biker chicks so much they throttled her.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 20



"Do you have a gun?" I asked with as much patience as I could muster.

He grinned evilly, pulled back his vest, and showed me the automatic he had stuck into his belt. I waited until his hand released the vest and moved toward his hip. I snatched the gun, flipped it around and rammed the barrel into his stomach. The only sound in the place was the four overhead fans and some Chris Rock wannabe belting it out over the stereo system.

Rio's screams were becoming shriller.

"I don't appreciate you pointing a gun at one of my brothers," a different man said. He was one of the group of four that had arrived earlier but I had the impression he was 'somebody'.

"I'm really busy right now but I promise to deal with you when I retrieve my friend; okay?"

I didn't wait for his response because I was sure it would suck.

"Do you want me to feed you your gun back one bullet at a time?" I prodded the guy I had the gun on? He looked around for the moral support from his gang members.

"Do it and you are dead," he countered with what I felt was false bravado.

"That will hardly do you any good," I grinned as I cocked the hammer back. "Do you want your gun back?"

"Ah, yes?" the biker gulped.

"Are you going to let me get my girl and get her out of here?" I asked.

"Ah, sure?" he seemed confused. I un-cocked the gun, flipped the handhold around and offered him his piece, grip first. No one appeared to know what to make of that. As if expecting a trick, the guy moved slowly. When he took it, I made to move past him.

"You be careful now," I told him. He cocked the gun and pressed it into the side of my ribs.

"Fuck you," he managed to get out before the 'click' and the point of Valkyrie's blade dug into his jugular, drawing a line of blood.

"You really are too fucking stupid to live," Val seethed. "I'm Valkyrie of the Stormriders," she challenged the room. 

"We wage war on the Hell's Angels and the Mongols so some two-bit outfit like you Warlords doesn't bother me in the least. I'll bleed every one of you fuckers. Your bitch picked a fight with our bitch and you wouldn't man up and deal with it so now my friends will," she growled. "Zane, go get Rio." I nodded quickly and moved past the guy with the gun.

"Iona with me; Mercy, you watch Valkyrie's back," I ordered. Iona clung to my back while Mercy hesitantly moved back to back with Val. She wanted to come with us and save Rio, no doubt. I raced over to the women's bathroom and flung open the door. Four sets of eyes riveted me as I came in. The other two women were busy shoving Rio headfirst into one of the toilets.

The rest of us were facing knives and guns and Rio was about to get a swirlie.

"Hi," I stammered. The two women holding Rio down backed out of the stall and joined the stand-off.

"Zane, what fucking took you so long?" Rio panted. She staggered out and looked Iona and I over.

"Where the fuck is Mercy?" Rio sounded concerned.

"You stupid cow!" I snapped. "We are about to be murdered because of you, damn it."

"You left Mercy out there with those animals?" Rio screeched back. She tried to push past the other biker chicks but thankfully didn't get very far. I'd have decked her myself.

"Would you please give us our friend back," I requested after taking a deep breath. I was about to be told 'no' when one of the other bikers stepped into the light and I made her out clearly for the first time.

"You're..." I started to say.

"You are Zane Braxton," she stated.

"The guy who fucked your sister for an hour?" the lady closest to the lead girl asked.

"Yeah," she leered. "He's the kid from the DVD she sent me and her husband, the bitch." Yes, this was the twin sister of the Sheriff's Deputy I'd had a three-way with. Didn't she work at a college club as a bartender? What a small damn world.

The whole atmosphere of the room changed. Rio shrugged off the hands holding on to her but didn't bolt.

"Rio, take Iona out to the others and wait for me in the parking lot," I insisted.

"No, Zane. I'm not leaving you here to take Rio's beating," Iona resisted. Rio wasn't abandoning me either. I reached out and stroked Iona's hair and put my keys in her hand.

"It will be okay. No one is going to kill anyone here tonight. Now I need you to go so I can settle up accounts," I grinned down at her with only a twinge of worry. Rio resolved the matter by taking Iona by the hand and dragging her out. Iona looked to be on the verge of tears. Rio's eyes told me she's suddenly sobered up and was regretting leaving me in harm's way.

I looked back at the six women and the one oddity chipped away at my senses but I didn't know what to make of it.

"So, how's your husband?" was the only, and rather lame, thing I could think to say.

"I think he's turned State's Evidence against the Aryan Nation," she shrugged.

"I thought your husband was some sort of hardened criminal," I inquired.

"Ha," several of the chicks chuckled. "Zane, my husband is an accountant," she clarified with some amusement at my expense.

"But...weapons charges...he was laundering money?" I pieced it together.

"Good job, College boy," the 'strange' woman congratulated me.

"Let's get you out of here before someone takes offense," the leader said. "Give me your number and we'll walk you out. I'm Belle, by the way." She offered her hand and I foolishly kissed it. I quickly gave up my digits, then we did a series of handshakes, French kisses and introductions. When the 'strange' woman's turn came, she introduced herself as Willa. 

I wanted to fucking cry because just looking at a woman will tell me a good deal about her person, a handshake even more, and a kiss is freaking El Dorado. Willa was a biker chick but she was also college educated, had a regimented training background, and was the only woman in the room who was looking for a way to not hurt Rio -- very service-minded of her.

"There may be a problem," I interrupted as we headed for the door. "There is this guy," I described the guy I took the gun from, "who I took his gun and threatened him with it. This other guy," I painted a portrait of the authoritative guy, "told me he was pissed with the whole gun thing." All the women stopped and looked at one another.

"Zane, where is the gun?" Belle questioned me.

"I gave it back to him once he agreed that I could come in here and retrieve Rio, my friend," I answered.

"It is a damn miracle you aren't dead," Willa scowled.

"I would have been but my other buddy, Val, put a knife to his throat. I left her with Rio's companion covering her back," I explained. "She's kind of tough."

"That the one with Stormrider colors?" Belle asked.

"Yeah. She's Valarie Palmer, my classmate as FFU," I told them.

"Is she Damien Palmer's little girl?" Willa guessed.

"She's his oldest granddaughter; is that important?" I inquired. The women seemed nervously amused by my ignorance.

"He's a God-damn legend, Zane," Belle said. "Damien Palmer once took the Stormriders to a Mongol gathering in Las Vegas. Outnumbered three to one, they kicked serious ass, cleared out the place, and he ended the fight by grabbing a Mongol chapter president and some other poor Mongol bastard, jumped out a fifth-story balcony, and used their bodies to cushion his fall. I doubt prison has mellowed him much."

"Your problems are a little more immediate. The guy whose gun you took is Big Ted -- he's a moron. That 'other guy' is Deacon, Warlord chapter president for Northern Virginia," Willa weighed in.

"Is he going to let my girls go?" I fretted.

"Let's go and find out," Belle shrugged. We stepped out, Belle in the lead, followed by Willa, then me, then the rest. There were a few guys standing by the doors watching something. No one was jumping around or nursing serious wounds so I hoped the girls had exited.

"Belle, the kid and I need to have a word out back," Deacon ordered confidently.

"Deacon, my sister is keeping an eye on this guy," Belle suggested. "It may not be a good idea to put him in the hospital."

"We can't let him push Big Ted around; it is happening," Deacon declared.

"Big Ted," she looked to the guy I'd punked, "you want to kick Zane's ass out front?"

Belle left Big Ted in the awkward position of taking his chances with me or looking weak in front of his gang.

"I'll hand him his nuts," Big Ted growled. Deacon gave his consent and the club emptied out into the front lot.

My girls were huddled around my car and Valarie's bike. Rio looked like she was going to do something stupid like run up to me but Mercy and Val held her back. I was actually relieved to see that Iona was behind the wheel of my car with the engine running. The Warlords spread out in a rough semi-circle with Deacon, Big Ted and Belle in the center.

I had backed up about ten feet toward the road, facing the Warlords, when Big Ted came for me. He was about my height but around fifty pounds heavier, thus the name Big Ted. The Warlord flexed his arms and did some kind of primitive gesture meant to intimidate me.

"So do we start with 'ready, set, go' or what?" I questioned.

That brought a round of laughter from the motorcycle gang and Big Ted looked over his shoulder to share in their mirth. My first kick caught him in the nuts, the second one caught him in the chest and knocked him down, and the third saw me stomping on his nut sack once again. I swept around him and kicked him in the head hard enough, he rolled over twice in the dust.

Ted was seriously unconscious. For ten seconds no one said a word. Any hope I had of getting away with my underhanded win began to fade when Deacon came forward.

"You come to my roadhouse, beat up one of my people, and expect to get away with it?" he grumbled.

"Deacon, I am so very sorry this happened. My friends and I only wanted to come by, have a few beers, and let my buddy Val soak in the kind of establishment she was used to going to -- namely a biker bar," I said carefully. "Things were said, my best bud went a little nuts, and the shit got out of hand. How can I make it up to you?"

"What the fuck can you do for me?" Deacon sneered.

"Five thousand dollars?" I threw out there. He studied me.

"You have that kind of money?" he questioned me.

"Absolutely; I can have you the money tomorrow at six p.m." I promised.

"Don't fuck up," he stated with menace, "or I will hunt you and your friends down. Got it?"

"Understood," I pledged. Deacon snorted in disdain and headed back inside. The rest of the Warlords were heading inside with a few dragging Ted in and I finally let my focus expand beyond my immediate environs. The car pulling up was still unexpected.

I knew the shape of the person who stepped out of the Sheriff's cruiser.

"Zane," Sheriff's Deputy Tara Cavanaugh greeted me happily. "Belle," she said to her sister with far less warmth. "Zane, what brings you here?"

"A schoolmate of mine is a motorcyclist; she wanted to see what a biker bar was like so we ended up here."

"We couldn't get in because we are only eighteen but another friend of mine got sick and had to go to the bathroom. Belle was good enough to get her out," I lied.

"Zane, you have sawdust on your shoes," Tara pointed out.

"I had to go part of the way in to get my friend," I grinned feebly.

"Zane, are you lying to me?" Tara frowned.

"Yes," I admitted. "The truth is only going to cause a whole lot of trouble, though."

"Wow, morally flexible where the law is concerned," Belle licked her lips. "Of course we already knew he was all kinds of flexible, didn't we?"

"Usually the point where I start being talked about like a piece of meat is my cue to leave," I stated crossly. "Deputy Cavanaugh, may I leave now?"

"Beat it, Zane," Tara told me.

"Thanks, Deputy; take care, Belle. It was nice to meet you and thanks for all your help," I thanked her before rejoining my companions. Valarie drove alone in the lead. The rest of us followed in my car, sans conversation.

SORTING THROUGH ONE HELL OF A MESS 

We kept our silence until we stepped out of the elevator on the fifth floor. Valarie grabbed Rio ferociously, slammed her into the wall with one hand holding Rio's right bicep while her forearm was pressed so it choked Rio's throat.

"You stupid, crazy bitch!" Valarie howled. "You could have gotten us all killed!"

I looped an arm around Mercy's waist before she could go charging to Rio's rescue...and have Valarie beat her up.

"Hang on, Mercy; I'll work this out," I whispered. She nodded but her concern was burning through. It was heart-warming to see Iona put an arm through Mercy's in what would be a futile gesture to keep Mercy still if things went bad.

"Get your hands off me, Cum-dumpster," Rio snarled, followed by some choking noises as Valerie applied pressure to her windpipe. Next Rio tried to kick Valerie but the bigger woman deflected it with her thigh. It was time for me to step up.

"I've got this, Valerie," I told her calmly.

Valerie stepped back because she figured her next option was to beat Rio black and blue. I moved into Valerie's place but put my hands to either side of Rio's shoulders.

"Rio, this is done; let's put it aside and go to bed early if you want, but I want to ask you one thing if you'll let me," I asked softly.

"Fuck off, Zane," Rio rumbled, "I'm not in the mood for one of your mind games."

"Okay," I shrugged. "To the Bitter End," I nodded.

"To the Bitter End," she muttered back, her eyes drooping to the ground.

"We are done," I told the rest of the crowd. Valerie snorted angrily and I figured she'd either bitch me out or never speak to me again. Rio grabbed me before I got away.

"I...damn it, Zane...I screwed up again," she choked back a sob.

"I'm fine, Rio. I signed on for the crazy so I have no one to blame but myself," I reassured her.

"What did you want to ask me?" she sighed as she put her cheek on my chest.

"Bro, I can't keep charging in to save you and keep Iona safe at the same time. What am I going to do?" I inquired.

"Sorry, Man. I fucked up big time," she moaned. "I don't know why it happened."

"That doesn't matter, Rio. Let's call it a night," I said serenely. We started to break up and I could see Valerie still glaring hate at me and Rio. "Rio, do me a favor?"

"What?" Rio sounded dejected.

"What was the second and...third thing you asked me in the bathroom?" I inquired. Rio snapped her face up toward me, angry and upset.

"Don't," she insisted.

"I have a near-eidetic memory so if you don't remember, I do," Iona chimed in.

"Shut up, you two," Rio snarled.

"Rio, I have had it with you. Jump and I'll kick in your teeth," Val seethed in response. Mercy looked ready to jump in too.

"You said 'Where is..." I began.

"Don't, damn it," Rio growled, but she could see I wasn't going to relent. "Fine," she groaned in defeat. "I asked where Mercy was, then I bitched you out for leaving her with those 'animals'. Happy now?"

"Pretty much, yeah," I tried not to sound pleased with myself.

What I did accomplish was put a glimmer of understanding in Valerie's mind. A few seconds later Mercy clued in too.

"Oh, Rio," Mercy teared up, "you didn't have to worry."

"I swear, if you cry I'm going to shove so many ice cubes up your cunt, your eyes will shimmer like a snow globe," Rio swore to Mercy.

"Rio," Valerie sighed with exasperation, "Learn how to fight, and more importantly, learn when not to fight." In the pack dynamic, going off and picking your own fight was nuts; fighting for someone in your group was totally different. By the uncomplicated code that nomads lived by, you stuck up for your own, and that made all the difference to Valerie.

Rio was still crazy and could have gotten us all killed, but she'd done it for another member of the group; in this, case, Mercy. That demanded a reprimand, not expulsion.

"How about we go up to Zane's and have some ice-cream?" Iona suggested.

"We have ice-cream?" Rio perked up. "When did this happen?"

"Rio," Iona sighed wearily, "we put them in on the first day. They are two 1950's style ice-cream freezers -- one opposite the close showers and the other down by the far kitchenette."

"Mercy," Rio grinned fiercely, "Bring several wash cloths to bed tonight. I'm going to cover your nipples with mint chocolate chip and lick it off." I wondered if Mercy could actually orgasm to death, she certainly looked ready to.

"I thought you were going to..." Mercy turned to Rio and patted her own behind.

"Pound-cake, what makes you think you are getting any sleep tonight?" Rio chastised Mercy, then spanked her butt.

"Rio, are you bi-polar?" Val ground out. "One second you are weeping on Zane's shoulder and the next you are engaging in kinky foreplay with your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend, she's my toy," Rio corrected. "Also, this shit ain't over. I know Zane jumped on a grenade meant for me but I can't do anything about it right now. I know I put us all in danger -- again, nothing I can do about it at the moment. I do know that when I find that bitch Belle or any of her girl-pals, I'm going upside their heads with a pool cue, though."

"Gosh," mused Iona, "I should figure out what I want on my tombstone."

"Mine is going to read 'didn't kill Rio Talon soon enough'," griped Valerie. 

"Hardy-har-har," grumped Rio. "You are acting like they'll ever find our bodies."

"You annoy me," Mercy whispered to Rio before licking her ear.

"Careful, you," Rio smirked. "Ice cubes-pussy snow globe." I was thankful when I got to the door lock, entered my code, and held the door for them to head up. I tagged Valerie at the top of the stairs. She looked at me with annoyance but softened to curiosity when she saw my concern.

"Zane," Vivian called out before I got anywhere. "We need to talk." That was depressing.

"Val, I need to ask you something important. Can you please wait?" I asked the biker babe.

"Sure," she promised before heading to get a drink. I walked with Vivian into my bedroom area. At the foot of the bed was laid out a skirt, shirt, bra, panties and socks. The shoes were on the floor. The owner was no mystery.

Reclining on the pillows was Paige. She was clothed, sort of. She was decked out all in brilliant red: stockings, garter belt, silky panties, and a gauze-like bra that highlighted her pale breasts perfectly. Her flesh radiated like freshly fallen snow and her hair flowed forth from my pillow like a glacier crafted by spiders into a delicate web.

"Hey," I sighed hungrily.

"Hey," Paige responded in a rich sultry voice.

"Paige!" Vivian snapped. "How did you get past me?"

"I'm a ghost-panthress stalking my prey," Paige leered. "With the way Zane's heart is pounding, I'm doing a good job of it too."

"Get up, put on a robe, and leave the room now," Vivian insisted.

"Oh," groaned Paige as she rolled over and shook her delicious shaped bottom at me, "I'm so tired. I need someone's help in getting out of bed." Yes, I wanted to go to the bed right then, but it had nothing to do with helping Paige actually get out of that bed or that position.

"I'll take care of her," I told Vivian. I walked to a wardrobe across the room, opened it up, and took a look around inside. Vivian walked behind me and gasped.

"What are you doing with all these robes...all these women's robes, Zane?" Vivian muttered.

"I got them predicated on the notion that I would have women up here. I thought it would be considerate of me to give them a choice of what to wear," I indicated my selection.

"How did you smuggle them all in here?" Vivian wondered.

"We have mail service, Vivian. I ordered them online." She seemed confused. The university didn't block clothing sites from their computer network. I pulled out a short red one with a white and black tiger circling on the back and showed it to Paige.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 20



"Oh, cool, I'll look like a Bangkok whore," Paige sounded conflicted.

"Actually, this one is from China so that would make you a White Russian Shanghai hooker," I corrected.

"Ooohhh...I like that," Paige purred as she crawled over to my side of the bed on all fours. "An impoverished Slavic Princess on the run from the sinister Godless proletariat."

I tossed her the robe and she seductively slipped it on, obviously not deterred by how short the damn piece of silk was.

"Don't even try to run away, my Siberian Siren," I wagged a finger at Paige, "your interrogation will begin," I looked at my watch, "in thirty minutes." Paige got off the bed and brushed past me as she made for the exit.

"That doesn't cover anything." Vivian protested the fact that I could see the triangle between Paige's thighs and crotch. Paige flipped up the back of the robe, exposing the entirety of her butt to us.

"Beware, Zane, the White Revolution is coming," Paige snickered.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to the White Revolution cumming again and again," I smiled.

"Lord Jesus, give me strength," Vivian prayed. I turned to her once Paige was out of sight. "Zane, I keep trying to stress that you should attempt to see your fellow female students as Christian souls and not pleasures of the flesh. Look what you've done to poor Paige. She is intelligent but frail and you are luring into a contest she cannot win."

"Why can't Paige compete as strongly as anyone else?" I quizzed Vivian.

"She's an albino," Vivian pointed out. "She simple doesn't have the strength or stamina like a normal girl."

"Vivian, I choose not to get angry at your ignorance and bigotry. Instead, I want you to listen and listen well; she has met or exceeded every expectation we have set for each other," I told her.

"It is not fair; she can't keep up with you," Vivian continued.

"You can't keep up with me sexually, Vivian," I pointed out. "Paige is above me in the mental side of sex. We are a partnership; I have no desire to dominate any of you girls...and I'd like to avoid being dominated because more than a few women here have shown the desire to tie me down."

"Zane, I want you to keep advancing toward Jesus's light, and making Paige believe she has to dress up in such a degrading fashion to please you isn't helping," Vivian said with strained patience.

"It is my fault because I am the man, and men initiate these kinds of sexually dominant relationships," I clarified.

"You said it; I didn't," Vivian deflected the argument.

"No," I shook my head, "I had the guts to say what you couldn't, Vivian. I told Paige she would look hot in that outfit but she was more than capable of deciding to actually wear it."

"You are telling me she would normally wear that to bed?" Vivian cocked her head.

"No. It is what she wears when she wants to entice me into an amorous encounter. If you want to know why she wants that, I suggest you ask her," I told Vivian.

"I think I'll do that," Vivian announced before storming out of the room. 'Thank God' I thought, because she'd be out of my hair for a few minutes. 

I stepped out into the main room and beckoned Valerie.

"I'm on my last freaking nerve, Zane, so this had better be good," Valerie led off. She paced the floor while I stood close by.

"I am pretty sure one of the Warlords is an undercover agent -- most likely a federal one," I stated.

Valerie stopped and regarded me carefully.

"It is one of the six biker girls who jumped Rio, that's a given. I don't know the Warlords well enough to make a guess beyond that," Valerie ruminated. "What do you want from me?"

"Advice; I haven't a clue what to do. I'm not even 100% sure I've read the woman right," I said.

"What do you have?" Valerie drew close and very serious.

"College educated, regimented training, and an overwhelming desire to not kill Rio," I related.

"Yep, sounds like an undercover," Valerie nodded. "What do you want to happen?"

"I would kind of like Belle not to go to prison," I stated. "Her husband has turned state's evidence against the Aryan Nation and her twin sister is a cop."

"Her prison time would be rather interesting," Valerie chuckled dryly. "What's next?"

"Could we talk to the undercover and ask for a favor to make sure Belle doesn't get clobbered?" I tossed out there.

"Christ, Zane, you can't save everybody. Let this one go," Valerie advised.

Valerie and I measured each other with our eyes.

"Fine, I'll do it," she sighed. "I'll cover your back when we meet with her." She looked around. "You may have the must fucked up life of anyone I've ever even heard about. Seriously, you walk into a biker bar, get into a fight, get rescued by some biker bitches, and discover a female undercover agent in under an hour, and this just another freaking Thursday in your life."

"I live in Roswell on an Ancient Indian Burial Ground surrounded by standing stones with a resurgent herd of sasquatches roaming the county line and a perpetual injection of Girls Gone Wild," I gave a tired grin.

"That explanation works for me," Valerie allowed. "If something ever happens to you I'll take care of Rio, so don't worry."

"That's a euphemism for sneaking up behind her and snapping her neck; right?" I asked.

"Pretty much, yes," Valerie smiled. "She'll suffer less that way. The weird thing is, I'm not sure how Rio would deal if you died. She is absolutely and totally devoted to you."

"Yeah," I sighed with a desperate loneliness. "I appreciate that in her but sometimes I wish she was a little saner."

Valerie gave a worn chortle and headed for the silk screens that isolated my room.

"Don't worry too much, Zane, there are a lot of us who have become attached to you. You are not alone."

"You make it sound like you are in that number," I inquired curiously.

"I am, Zane. It isn't like I've actually had a boyfriend -- ever. Some of your girlfriends are downright wacky but Iona's opinion of you is what did it for me. As far as I can tell, she and Chastity are your only two admirers free of some kind of psychosis," Valerie joked. At least I hoped she was joking. She gave me one last smirk and headed out the door.

"Christina," I said over the phone, "how is it going?"

"Everything is fine, Zane," she responded. "What do you need?" which was followed by, "Ugh. Zane, Heaven is bent over her bed and is waggling her butt at me, and thus the phone, in what must be some arcane ritual that may have some significance to you." 

"Okay, now I need two things. First, can I borrow five thousand dollars to pay off a demented motorcycle gang leader? I promise to have you paid back by the end of the month," I begged.

"Sure," she replied instantly. "Rio, I assume?" There was no sense in denying it.

"Yes, it was. Thanks. And for the second thing, would you go over to Heaven, run your fingers over the spot right above her tailbone for a few seconds and remind her I'm going to give her a severe spanking for taunting me like she is."

I heard Christina move, Heaven moan, then after some rustling Heaven really started moaning.

"Zane, you've made Heaven very happy," Christina informed me compassionately. "In fact, she likes it so much she's now humping her bed and whispering your name."

"Put the phone to her ear," I requested softly. I heard Heaven's gasps growing louder.

"Heaven, next time I'm going to tickle your tight little butt with my tongue and fingers while I stroke your penis and tongue-tease your slit," I whispered. Heaven gave a chocking sob then the phone was removed.

"Wow...I don't know what you just said but I think we have a mess to clean up now. Good night, Zane. I'll have your money at lunch," Christina said before hanging up.

I stripped down, grabbed a towel and my shower kit before heading out to the main area.

"About time," Rio announced as I came into view. "Mercy brought some handcuffs and is going to explode if she can't use them on me." Those were my handcuffs and the only one getting tied down was Mercy, but besides that, Rio was being as truthful as always.

Along with Rio and Mercy, Opal, Brandi, Paige and Iona sat around waiting on me. Vivian sat some distance away and gloomily surveyed the gathering.

"Good night," yawned Iona happily. "If things get bad, call for Vivian; she'll come and save you."

"I'll make sure no one harms him...too much," Paige purred.

"Paige, you are dressed like the cutest vampire-seductress I've ever seen but I'm skeptical you would rescue Zane without exacting some kind of payment," Iona reasoned.

"We'll..." Brandi began, indicating herself and Opal.

"Thank you, everyone," I interrupted, "but you might want to take it to the bedroom before Rio wrecks the place." Opal put a hand to the back of Brandi and Paige, steering them through the silk screens. Opal was more into aggressive action than playful banter. As they vanished, Barbie Lynn appeared, coming up the stairs with a beatific smile gracing her face. 

My responding smile died as I caught sight of the person coming up behind Barbie Lynn. Barbie was confused until she figured out the angle of my gaze and turned to see Gabrielle Black hovering like a deathly specter behind her. Gabrielle slipped passed Barbie Lynn, pointed at me, then at a spot farther into my dorm space.

I gave Barbie a nod directing her to go to my bed and wait before paralleling Ms. Black. Vivian was approaching my way as well.

"No," Gabrielle commanded Vivian coolly.

"She's my guardian," I countered. "If this is school business she stays with me."

This was the point I prayed Gabrielle didn't beat me until I cried like a baby. Happily, she nodded. The three of us travelled a few more yards, then stopped when she confronted Vivian and me.

"There was an altercation at a place called the Dixie Roadhouse. Sheriff's Deputy Tara Cavanaugh contacted the Security office about it. She says that you pissed off the chapter president of the Warlords motorcycle gang, Deacon Baker. Is this correct?" Gabrielle inquired.

"Yes," I replied, "but I'm working to resolve the situation."

"How so?" Ms. Black demanded.

"I'm going by tomorrow evening and giving him five thousand dollars," I told her. Why hide it?

"You think that would suffice, Zane?" Gabrielle prodded.

"I hope so," I shrugged. "I was thinking on my feet and the alternative was getting beaten up by twenty bikers."

"Zane, what were you thinking?" Vivian snapped at me.

"He was making an incorrect assumption that what mattered in this situation was the gang's social compensation network, not the sociopathic personality that runs a criminal enterprise," Gabrielle dissected my reasoning.

"What do you want him to do?" Vivian worried.

"Zane had better not bring trouble back to this school," was all Gabrielle said before turning toward the exit and striding away. Crap, she was totally fucking hot and beyond my most irrational dreams of ever being with.

"Zane," Vivian started to lecture me, but then she abruptly changed gears. "Thank you for keeping me close to you when dealing with Ms. Black. I think that means we are making progress." Of course it is, because Vivian doesn't know that Ms. Black is essentially a killer on the run who would end my life if I threatened to expose her existence before she was ready.

My phone rang, because it wasn't like I wanted anything else at ten at night. It was E. Lister. I gamble that it is Erin from the movie with Hope and Chastity.

"Hey, Erin," I grinned.

"How's it going, stud?" she snickered.

"Well, you calling me 'stud' shows your utter lack of bedroom experience with me." Vivian frowned at my statement. "I'm more like the hammer...I do the pounding."

"Ha," she chortled, "I may get a chance to see that. Are you still up for the party Saturday night?"

"I am if you and Gerry are going to be there too," I shot back.

"Three blocks from the water tower on Hammond Street. The word is 'Comet'." 

"Gotcha. What size crowd are we looking at? I wonder how much I'll blend in," I prevaricated.

"Maybe 250," Erin guessed. "We'll meet you up by the left corner of the stage at 10:30; okay?"

"It's a date," I declared happily. "Thanks, Erin."

"No problem, Zane; I'm looking forward to it," she said before hanging up.

"Do I even want to know what that is about?" Vivian sighed.

"I'm going to a block party Saturday night," I answered. "Do you want to come with?"

"No," Vivian tried to stay calm. "I'm 21 and I shouldn't go because I'm a good Christian girl; and you shouldn't go because you are 18."

"Well, we are all entitled to our opinions," I shrugged. I turned and headed toward my room, Vivian tailing along.

"Zane," Vivian called to me as we passed her sofa-bed, "is there anything I can do to convince you that having intercourse with those girls tonight is wrong?" I stopped and thought it over but nothing came to mind.

"Sorry. You want me to think of them as good Christians and I do. You want me to treat them as something more that pleasures of the flesh and I do. Having sex with a woman is a journey of exploration for me. It is like learning the Bible, then finding the Gnostic Gospels and then tacking on the Dead Sea Scrolls...the knowledge goes on and on," I explained.

"I imagine that one day my finite ability to observe will leave me nothing more to learn about a woman but I won't confuse that with the infinite amount that a woman offers. You keep telling me I have to see a woman as either spiritual or sexual. I see them as spiritual and sexual as well as academic and personable too. It seems unnatural to cut one aspect out," I continued.

"Quite frankly, I can't see how anyone who has seen a woman orgasm, or been a woman who has had an orgasm, can see it as anything except wonderful, natural, and worth repeating. Vivian, mankind doesn't need an excuse to sin; we will do it for any reason under the Sun. Blaming it on sexuality comes across to me as weak," I told her.

"If I gave in to weakness I would shame the memory of my Mother and Father, and I'm not going to do that," I finished up.

"Are you sure you don't bring a level of shame to them now?" Vivian asked softly.

"Ha," I snorted. "My Father's first piece of dating advice was to never use my real name."

"Mom told me that every time I look at a woman, I should imagine a snowflake, endless angles and gone before you can know all of her. Also, nature makes an endless supply of snowflakes so I shouldn't get too broke up when one gets away," I grinned.

"Wow," Vivian exhaled, "That is a lot to take in. I was expecting something simple like you saying that if I slept with you, you wouldn't sleep with them."

"I'd never do that, Vivian," I responded. "You should never be a substitute for another woman; no woman should."

"Would it help the situation if I came to bed with you?" Vivian postulated.

"To what end?" I inquired.

"To show you that going to bed with a woman doesn't have to involve sex," she clarified.

"Been there, done that, Vivian. I've slept with Iona and Barbie Lynn both -- sleep, no sex," I responded. "In fact, Iona is a total virgin; none of her girly-bits have been penetrated by me or anyone else." Not 100% accurate, but did fingers and tongue getting just inside the vagina really count?

"So you would respect me if we were in bed together, side by side?" Vivian pressed.

"Without a doubt," I assured her. "I have a variety of restraints you could use on me."

"What?" Vivian sounded as if she was caught off guard.

"Oh, God," I exclaimed. "Vivian, you are hot as hell and if I was next to you in bed, I would take a nibble or get the hell out because I know I would soon be past the point of self-control with you."

"Zane," Vivian persisted, "wouldn't you like..." and Rio came scampering out from behind the silk screens butt-naked.

"Bro, you had best get back there or they're going to be exploding into frustrated girlie bits all over your boudoir," Rio joked as she passed by. She turned a corner and headed for one of the ice cream freezers.

"It's been a fun chat, Vivian, but I think that is my cue to leave," I saluted her. "It is time for fun and games."

"Ugh...try and keep it down," Vivian hrumpfed. 

"No promises," was all I could truthfully say and I was off.

(Much more sexual expression next chapter, I promise) 



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 21



*You will never see tomorrow's sunrise or yesterday's night*

(Thanks for Frontma for pushing out the latest three chapters which had to be a bear)

(Writer's Warning: Tons of Sex)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE

My clothing melted away as I slowly made my way to the bed. On the far side, Mercy reclined with some degree of expectation and happiness on her face. Her hands were cuffed over her head and her thighs showed some degree of vaginal stimulation by Rio. Last night Rio had taken it slow and gentle with her. Tonight, I imagined that Rio was going to tear a chunk off, so to speak.

On the closer side of the bed rested Brandi (on the outside), Opal, Paige and Barbie Lynn. Barbie Lynn was pretending to be disinterested, throwing a yawn into the act; Paige's eyes were riveted on me; Opal acted as if she was smitten with me as well; and Brandi knew something was going on but wasn't sure what it was. Poor Paige was about to be ambushed.

"Hey, my petit Принцесса," I simmered at Paige as I crawled up the bed toward her. It was clear she wanted to be center stage tonight, but she kept dragging along her body issues she'd felt thrust upon her years ago. A woman doesn't have to be busting out of a D-cup, have an hourglass shape, or the face of a Victoria's Secret model to pull a man's eye in for a feast.

I got to Paige's ankles and the confidence of her smile shown through. She pulled her legs up and prepared to slip off her panties.

"No you don't," I cautioned her as I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down toward me.

"What did you call her?" Brandi chimed in.

"I'm pretty sure that means 'Princess' in Russian," I replied in a husky voice, my eyes still soaking up Paige's beauty. "I once saw a Swedish art house film translated over to Russian in a Bangkok theater."

"That's freaky-weird," Mercy remarked, running her fingers along her collar. "You can recall a word from a film in a language you don't even understand."

"It had to do with a woman," Barbie Lynn grinned at Mercy before turning to me. "He's like that, and I love him for it." Paige looked from Mercy to Barbie Lynn to me, and that was her mistake.

"Hey!" Paige squawked as Barbie Lynn and Opal grabbed her wrists and forearms, maneuvering them over her head.

She struggled with Barbie Lynn and Opal but they were far more athletic than she was. I settled in between her legs and began kissing the insides of her upper thighs. 

"Noooo," Paige began moaning as Barbie Lynn and Opal began sucking on her breasts through her sheer bra.

Rio came striding into the room still stark naked but now carrying a large bowl of Neapolitan ice cream covered in chocolate syrup and a cherry. She rounded the bed and stutter-stepped.

"Crap," she muttered. "Take this," Rio put the bowl on Mercy's quivering stomach, "I've got to get something for my Spank-o-matic." Spank-o-matic was her pet name for Barbie Lynn.

Opal moved her lips up Paige's chest to her throat. Barbie Lynn, on the other side, jumped past Opal by going straight from the nipple to the ear. Since Opal was on her side, Brandi was able to straddle her and lean over to Paige's chest. She rolled up Paige's bra, temporarily pinching those pale pink nipples.

"Iiieee!" Paige jolted. "Watch..." her protests were buried by Opal's lips clamping down on Paige's and their tongues starting to play tag. Brandi continued her attack on Paige by popping her mouth over the breast closest to Barbie Lynn and swirling the nipple with her tongue -- Opal had been doing a good job showing Brandi how to share pleasure.

"Good God!" Brandi exalted. "This one tastes like cherries." Paige stifled a sob as Brandi went down for a second taste. I imagine Paige wanted me to discover this inventive little twist. I began rubbing her panties with my nose and kissing her panty covered cunt. I rolled my lips back and forth over her pussy.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Paige whimpered once she broke her lips free from Opal's embrace.

"Honey, do you think none of us noticed how much you make Zane smile?" Barbie Lynn drawled.

"It isn't like he'd tell us what turned him on about you, Paige, so Barbie and I decided to find out for ourselves," Opal added.

"Zane?" Paige begged for understanding.

"I had no part of this, but once I saw Opal and Barbie Lynn closing in for the kill, I decided to play along because...quite frankly, you are so tasty," I confessed.

"Brandi -- please, I can't think straight with you nipping at my breasts like that," Paige pleaded.

"Mmmm," Brandi mumbled before releasing her suction on Paige's breast. "Tell me what flavor the other one is. Is it cherry too?" Never more than an inch away, Brandi fell back to Paige's pale but painfully aroused nipple.

"Noooo," Paige wailed. "I want Zane to find out...aaahhh...strawberry," she finally gasped out.

"Let me sample it first, Brandi," I requested. Brandi shot me a peek down past her naked breast and gave me a wink. Barbie Lynn took advantage of Paige's distress, kissing her deeply and passionately.

"Honey," Barbie panted to Paige, "is there anywhere else you want to be?"

"I...no," Paige managed to get out. Opal tilted Paige's head toward her and took in a full kiss.

"You are so eminently fuckable," Opal purred. Before Paige could respond, Barbie Lynn drew Paige back in. Within seconds, Paige was working in a three-way tug-of-passion with Opal and Barbie Lynn tongues.

Brandi was letting her tongue wander from Paige's right nipple down to her belly and below until we kissed. Before and after that we worked down her panties until I finally cast them aside. I did a push up, Brandi wiggled underneath me, pressing her delicious tush against my raging rod, and I switched positions to where Brandi had been.

Her left nipple really did taste like strawberries. I figured she'd used strawberry jam in a light enough glaze that its sugary redness was perfectly camouflaged by the pale pink of her areolas -- freaking clever girl. Paige tilted her head away from her playmates long enough to see if I was the participant in question and if I enjoyed the experience.

"Mmmm...damn clever," I murmured. "I've never thought of doing that before." Her eyes positively flared triumphantly at the news.

"Well," Paige gasped, "you have only a...mediocre...intellect," she finished purring because Opal and Barbie Lynn's fingers and lips were driving her to distraction.

"I still don't understand." Paige struggled for a breath between amorous attentions.

"You pretty, pretty girl," Opal soothed seductively. "You are the most beautiful creature here tonight. Tomorrow morning the contest goes on, but tonight you are the Grand Prize winner -- mainly, you've won us," she indicated herself, Barbie Lynn and Brandi.

For other girls, they had often been called beautiful, pretty, and had reason to believe they were the hottest woman in the room. That had never been Paige; she had pride and pride to spare but that had always been based on her smarts. Her smarts were how she had ensnared me and while she knew I saw her as a beautiful creature, she largely believed I was alone in that assessment -- until now.

The borderline panic that had been residing inside Paige evaporated as all that energy turned into boiling sexual expression. It wasn't until Brandi was sucking deeply on her pussy that Paige realized I'd withdrawn to the foot of the bed.

"Zane?" she panted as she raised her head once more and looked for me.

"Paige, trust me; you are doing fantastic without me. Besides, we have most of the night. Once they have had all they can take from you, you are all mine," I grinned wickedly. She lowered her head back slowly and let Barbie Lynn and Opal hold her down and dominate her affections.

"Mercy, wouldn't it be nice if some hottie wanted you as much as those bitches want Paige?" Rio teased her playmate.

Mercy's immediate reaction was drowned out by her shudder as Rio dolloped a spoon full of ice cream onto her breast just above the nipple. The 'near miss' was torture enough for the girl.

"Yes, one does," shivered Mercy.

"Have you been letting someone else sample your goodies which are rightfully mine?" Rio quizzed her as she lapped up the ice cream as it melted toward Mercy's neck.

"No," Mercy squeaked. "The only hottie in my life is you."

"Wait; did I give you permission to speak?" Rio changed the direction of her attack.

"Yes," Mercy gulped, "I mean, you asked me a question." Rio shimmied up until she was resting her crotch on Mercy's hips. She then took Mercy's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting them and pulling them up painfully.

"That definitely sounded like you were being a smart-ass," Rio declared authoritatively. "Were you being a smart-ass, my cum-bunny?"

"Eeep!" Mercy squealed from the pain. "Which answer do you want to hear?"

Rio's eyes grew wide. She rolled her body forward until they were breast to breast and chin to chin.

"Oh, yes, you are being a clever little wench. No matter what I say, you are going to say the opposite because you want me to take ownership of your lush, big-titties body, don't you?" Rio teased.

"Yes?" Mercy hesitantly guessed.

"Sorry, but you can't piss me off tonight, you annoying cunt," Rio taunted. Of course, 'annoy' was Rio and Mercy's key word for loving one another. "I've already got something horrible planned for this evening and you aren't going to distract me." Mercy noticeably perked up at that announcement. "I promise this is going to tear you up inside and out too," Rio gloated.

Rio dismounted Mercy and scampered to her personal toy drawer. She gathered up several preselected goods and strode confidently back to Mercy's side.

"Zane, I could use a hand," she called out as her goods spilled out of her hands. Mercy looked on attentively but didn't risk Rio's wrath by speaking.

"Sure, what do you need?" I inquired as I crawled over carefully so as not to disturb the ladies on my side of the bed. Rio lubed up a slender steel vibrator.

"Here, hold this (a vibrator) in place," Rio directed me to press the device's point against Mercy's clit with the trigger on her belly. I did it and was curious to figure out what Rio had planned.

Rio presented her 'normal' strap-on, grinned at me, then started rubbing it on Mercy. I had to smile at her imagination but I had a feeling Mercy hadn't totally clued in yet to what the plan was. Rio began pouring lubricant over the artificial cock, the other vibrator, and then over a small series of anal beads...anal beads? When did I get anal beads?

"AK!" Mercy gasped as the first bead was pushed in. "What was that?"

"Shut up, Ass-angel," Rio smirked, "only a few more to go, so suck it up and be my bitch." As this new form of sexual expression was going on before me, a thought occurred.

"Rio, you borrowed my credit card and car, didn't you?" I whispered.

Rio's response was a maniacal grin. Mercy on the other hand,

"Zane, I'm sorry," then Rio slapped Mercy's thigh, "Ow! She said she had your -- Ouch! -- permission."

"I'm cool with it, Mercy, but Rio's license was suspended so next time you need to do the driving," I consoled the girl.

Rio was too happy with herself to become overly upset with our little conversation. As if she was trying to prove how crazy/inventive she could be, Rio began putting the strap-on on...Mercy. Even as she fitted it snugly in place the realization was coming over Mercy. She desperately wanted to ask Rio something but was too torn up by Rio's glee to ruin the moment.

Rio stroked Mercy's artificial cock a few times to make sure it was totally lubricated.

"Okay," Rio cooed to Mercy as she mounted her stomach, "I'm going to make this easy on you because you are annoyingly child-like. When I rub your breasts," Rio let her hands settle and caress Mercy's tits, "it means I want you to pump me slow and easy."

"When I pull your delicious nipples like this," Rio yanked and Mercy bucked up and grunted in pain, "I want you to hammer me as hard as you can. Does any part of my instructions confuse your little mind?" Mercy shook her head, indicating her understanding, but a definite sense of joy was coming over her countenance. She knew how good being penetrated felt and Rio trusted her to return the favor.

Only when Rio's hip rotations rubbed the dildo into Rio's cunt did Mercy protest.

"Rio, that's your...your vagina?" Mercy pleaded softly. Remaining incredibly unpredictable, Rio leaned down to Mercy's face and kissed her with tenderness.

"Mercy-babe, I haven't been a virgin for some time. Stupid shit-long ago-let's not talk about it right now," Rio whispered.

"Rio, I lo...I've never found anyone more annoying than you," Mercy breathed back. "I never thought I would."

"That's your problem," Rio laughed quietly. "It is my job to do all the thinking while you look all hot, sweaty, and sexy. Am I going to have to hammer your tight butthole to make my point clear?"

"Please?" Mercy perked up. Rio responded with some serious tongue-on-tongue play accompanied by intense mammary stimulation before speaking.

"Maybe," Rio teased, "but someone has to get my rocks off before I contemplate anything else, so get to it."

Rio began a series of rotations and presses to work the strap-on further into her cunt. After a few motions, Mercy fell into a sympathetic rhythm and was rocking up when Rio stopped, making Rio's ride one continuous penetration. Rio kept an intense eye-lock with Mercy as she took the plastic cock. She playfully tugged at her own lower lip as her breathing picked up a pace.

"I think you've been fucking dozens of other sluts behind my back," Rio expressed deeply. "So have you been jumping some poor girl in the showers? Do you press them up against the wall and tear up those untouched cunts, or do you bend them over facing the wall and bugger those virgin buttholes? "

"No, no, I haven't," Mercy whimpered.

"But you've wanted to," Rio teased her through increasingly hearty pants.

"No..." Mercy gulped.

"So, you've never wanted to bend me over a sofa out there and make me squeal with pleasure?" Rio persisted in a mysterious tone.

Mercy squeezed her eyes shut and turned away.

"So if I ordered you to surprise me some night, jump me, bend me over and stir me up inside like only a wanton fuck-bunny could, you wouldn't do what I commanded, my Whore?" Rio taunted.

"No," Mercy replied desperately as she looked upon Rio's face once more, "I would do that for you."

"Do you know why?" Rio whispered. Mercy had no thoughts she could articulate. "You'll do it because you are Mine, I own you and you will do whatever is necessary to make me happy. You are going to tell me every dark little secret you hide in the horniest, sexiest part of your mind; every fantasy you have, every thought that makes you wet, and I'm going to make you live them out. You won't try to hide any from me because you know that if you lie, when I figure them out eventually -- and I will figure them all out -- I'm simply going to fulfill them with some other hottie I pick up instead of you. Is that what you want?"

"No," Mercy whispered.

"So every kinky, freaked-out, sexy over-the-top thing you want to do, you are going to tell me about, even though you know I'm going to force you to do it?" Rio scolded.

"Yes," Mercy continued quietly.

"If you don't tell me or you refuse to do what I say, I'm going to start selling you to motorcycle gangs and frat parties and find someone I can trust instead. All you can do is obey because I have total control over you, and if you don't you know how crazy I can be; clear enough for you, Butt-Slut?" Rio closed the trap.

"I'll do whatever you want," Mercy responded; liberated by Rio from any guilt she might have. Now she could still be the Good Girl, only now she was one forced to do bad things against her will. Rio would soak up all the 'badness' in their relationship, be the one she could blame, and Mercy found that overwhelmingly...annoying. It was enough to make Mercy want to annoy Rio for years and years to come.

"Good girl," Rio stroked her cheek. "Enough talking; shut the fuck up and start pounding this pussy until I squirt and scream." Mercy was a moment too slow so Rio began working over her nipples energetically and painfully. It got the desired effect; Mercy propelled her hips up so forcefully Rio rose over an inch off the dildo.

"Wow, better than a whole year of horse-riding lessons," Rio giggled. "Oh, before I forget, I have one more treat for my personal prostitute." She reached down to the top of the vibrator and cut it on to the medium setting, shooting a jolt straight to Mercy's clit.

"Oh, God!" Mercy gasped.

"You are so annoying I had to think of something special just for you, Butter-cunt. I bet those vibrations feel great against that juicy clit of yours," Rio teased, and Mercy nodded vigorously in response. I had to consider that it wasn't two weeks ago that fundamentalist Mercy had been weeping on top of me, crying that her life was over because I had gently masturbated her once. Now she was working out 1,001 Nights of Pleasure with one of the greatest perverts I knew -- who says you never see miracles anymore?

As turned my attention back to Paige's prize, I noted a small black wooden paddle Rio must have tossed Barbie Lynn's way right behind her rump. Feeling inspired, I rolled back to Mercy and Rio, reached around to retrieve the lube, and began slinking up on Barbie from behind. Barbie Lynn was totally drawn into the play around Paige so ignored me.

Opal and Barbie Lynn were orchestrating sensitive excitement from the top of Paige's pale haired head to the flat plain that flowed from her ribs down past her hips. Barbie Lynn had told me she was familiar with other female students before she met me. I would have bet that Opal had experimented a time or two. That the two of them could make such compassionate love to Paige was a surprising marvel to me.

Paige's normally translucent flesh was blushed red with blood at every point her top two lovers had tantalized with all their kisses and licks. I was sure that if Paige could have found her voice, she would have been singing out to the Heavens with joy. The cause of her physical incapacity was Brandi, who was experimenting on her own style of pussy-licking.

I studied Brandi for a minute before I knew what her technique was. She'd flit her tongue back and forth like a tiny motorboat for several seconds then switch to a slow probing action for twice as long before returning to the rapid-fire motion. The result was that Paige would amp up but before she could spike, Brandi would let her cool down before driving her to even greater heights closer to climax once more.

I guess I can be a bit of a bastard. The girls were going along so wonderfully yet I still felt I had to indulge in my swelling need. I settled on my knees behind Barbie Lynn and brushed the paddle across that so-perfect ass. She taunted me with that ass, pushing back toward me, increasing its vulnerability, but kept her primary attention on Paige. I repeat: Barbie Lynn is beyond awesome.

I reached back and paddled her once. Barbie Lynn took a deep breath but didn't relent. The second spank was harder and the third harder still. It was the fourth one that did the trick.

"Oh, God, Yes," Barbie Lynn exclaimed. The great thing was that her body rocked forward and her ginormous breasts brushed over Paige's face.

Paige was excited, not lost in orgasm. It took her maybe three milliseconds to latch onto one of Barbie Lynn's tits and engulf an areola in her mouth. Chewing on that nipple came a few seconds later. Barbie Lynn began moaning up a storm and stroking Paige's hair, Opal grinned and fell ravenously on Paige's left nipple, and Brandi went over to full-on clitoral assault mode.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 21



Paige gamely held on for almost a minute before she let Barbie Lynn go and proclaimed her immense pleasure.

"Oh, all of you...oh, God...I...I can't take...Oh Fuck, Zane!" she ended up screaming. Huh? I had done nearly nothing this session and still there was my undeserved name on a woman's lips.

If the girls had resented me I would have totally understood. Instead, Barbie Lynn looked over her shoulder, rubbed a hand along the paddle resting on her ass and smiled. Opal laughed musically. Brandi was beset by Paige's orgasm though. Paige's stocking clad thighs were wrapped tightly around Brandi's head as she thrashed and undulated over the sheets. Brandi kept lapping like a champ because Paige was a copious ejaculator, as I could attest.

"Damn, Zane, you can pick 'em," Opal congratulated me.

"What? This plan wasn't mine," I confessed.

"No, I mean your luck in picking out bed partners is better than mine," Opal explained.

"Oh...you were missing a few nights ago. I'm sorry it didn't work out for you. Who did you home in on?" I asked.

"Cappadocia," Opal told me. Uh-oh.

"I don't think Cappy is ready for a bi-sexual encounter. Besides, she's far too aggressive for you right now," I informed her.

"Yeah, we figured that out. We both tried being on top all the time and things sort of fell apart," Opal related to me. "We both did agree you are one hell of a primer for virgins."

"Thanks, that's very kind of you," I jibbed.

"Oh, wow," Brandi gasped out, finally released by Paige. "That was wild." Brandi backed away from Paige's pussy on all fours before rolling over and resting the back of her head on Paige's thigh. "She's yummy," Brandi giggled. "We should get her over for shower time."

Paige was now splayed out, limp, and looking up at the ceiling.

"I...I..." Paige rasped.

"Yes, Sugah?" Barbie Lynn purred down at Paige.

"I...I have to do this again," Paige worked out. She followed that up by wrapping a hand into the hair at the back of Barbie Lynn's head and pulling her in for a kiss.

"Woot!" Opal shouted. "We got another one. Zane, who is next on the menu?"

"How about Vivian?" Brandi suggested.

"Okay, ladies, there is no menu. We are not stalking girls down for bi-sexual trysts, and if we were interested in anyone, we should ask Paige for her opinion first," I countered.

Paige rapidly disentangled from Barbie Lynn and propped herself up excitedly on her elbows.

"Cordelia," she declared defiantly. "Cordelia Dresden -- I've always had this secret thing for her...which also involves a little bondage and having her tell me I'm smarter than she is as I torture her with an ostrich feather," Paige finished with a wicked smile.

"Thought this out much?" Opal snickered.

"Just because Zane was the first person to see me as the devastatingly beautiful woman I am doesn't mean I haven't made contingency plans for when the inevitable happened," Paige was smarmy right back.

"Paige, you were sure Zane would take you to his bed?" Barbie Lynn said. "As I recall, those were some shaky few minutes you two had."

"Inevitable?" Paige scoffed. "I never doubted for a moment. In fact, I already have him trained." Even Brandi looked askance at that declaration but Paige beamed victoriously.

"Zane," Paige grinned sweetly. "Bouncy, bouncy." I sighed, reached over Barbie Lynn, hooked one arm under Paige's arm and around her back while the other was reaching between her legs. I hefted her up and pulled her over on top until she comfortably straddled me. Paige glowed like the Sun.

"Holy crap," Opal giggled.

"Bouncy, bouncy," Brandi perked up and spoke to me. I wasn't sure what I'd do or say but it turned out I didn't matter.

"No, you don't," Paige scolded Brandi. "Get your own command phrase; this phrase is mine."

"What happens now?" Brandi prodded. I had the feeling that actual intercourse fascinated her.

Paige turned her head away from the woman and looked down on me. She crashed upon my frame in slow motion until she was resting her chin on the top of my sternum and we had to strain to keep eye contact.

"Please, Zane, take your mighty cock and put it in my tight, wet pussy. Make me tingle from the tip of my toes up to the ends of my white hairs on the crown of my head," Paige playfully pleaded. "Be gentle because my new-found friends have left me tender and hyper-sensitive all-over."

Mighty cock...it isn't like my buddy attracts amorous attention from sequoias or something. My penis is a highly valued member of the team, but come on now, it is a freaking piece of meat. I can certainly get the job done without...Paige looks up and licks her lips while she pants like a famished huntress. Suddenly the last three years of my maturity lose their blood supply as it rushes elsewhere. Oh, well. I'll recall what I was bitching about later.

"Okay," I grinned. "Maneuver up and I'll work it in."

"I'll help!" Brandi excitedly volunteered. Before I could politely decline, Brand landed on my left leg and was pushing Paige's ass up. Paige was far more amused with the situation than I was and reconciled Brandi's movements with her desires to rise up from straddling to kneeling with one leg up.

Brandi took the opportunity to stroke my cock, raised it to the vertical, and dragged it over Paige's pussy. She rested my cock a little far back, or so I thought. Paige thought so too.

"Not the butt!" she squeaked. "Not the Butt!"

"You want it in your..." Brandi hesitated.

"Her vagina," Barbie Lynn filled her in.

"Yes...it looks so delicate," Brandi wondered.

"Well, yes," Paige snipped, "but Zane has taken my virginity. My anus is even smaller than my cunt, and it isn't like Zane isn't already going to pass Cleopatra's Needle through something the size of a dime as it stands."

"Did you just call Zane a needle-dick?" snickered Opal.

"No," I groaned. "Cleopatra's Needle is an obelisk, like Washington's Monument, except only one-twentieth the size."

"Yep," Rio panted from her side of the bed, "she definitely called him 'needle-dick'."

"I don't care what you gals call it," Barbie Lynn chuckled. "He can stick me with that cock anytime."

"Tell me you love me, Zane," Paige sighed.

"I can't. You are absolutely wonderful to me but I can't lie to you even though I think it would make you happy to hear those words," I frowned sadly.

"Why can't it be you and me?" she asked but her fatigued smile betrayed no anger.

"Eh...the tired old romantic tale: boy loves girl but girl can't, or won't, show affection for him," I related.

"How about this story instead," Paige's smile grew. "A post-Apocalyptic tale where you, me, and a select group of other genetically superior women retreat to a remote coastal island, fend off the end of the world, and set about repopulating the Earth over, and over, and over again."

"Wait; if I agree does this mean you are going to plot out a way to bring about the end of civilization as we know it?" I questioned. What I didn't question was the reality that Paige would never have children of her own womb, but hell, this was her fantasy; right?

"I know where your mind is, Zane Braxton," Paige said softly with tears brimming in her eyes but that smile still on her lips, "and that makes you a wonderful, wonderful man."

"Now, please...bouncy, bouncy," that mischievous glint returned to her countenance. In some stories this would be the trigger for me to ram my thunderous love pylon deep into her womb. Or, I could hug her tight and let us express our emotions in some open, healing manner. In my reality, I was still somewhat of a tool to Paige, an object that brought her happiness and fulfillment.

I was almost a human person of worth to her too. Paige had arrangements, not friendships, and controlled those relationships with mental domination. I know it would have surprised her and brought forth a torrent of denial if I showed she trusted me, as exhibited by her actions of the past few minutes. Rarely did one love their power drill or hammer and you certainly didn't get all teary-eyed when you read their mind correctly.

Brandi steadied and reinforced my cock with a hand as Paige worked her way down. I held Paige by the hips to keep her from trying to move too fast. She was busy concentrating, undoubtedly committing the sensations to memory -- I kind of like really smart women.

"What does it feel like?" Brandi questioned Paige timidly.

"If...you have never been...penetrated, you couldn't understand," Paige panted.

"Don't worry about it," Opal cooed to her friend. "We are sophomores so we have nearly three years with Zane here at school. That is plenty of time to talk him into doing the deed."

"That shouldn't be hard," Brandi giggled. "I've seen Zane scoping me out. He wants me."

"Ha," laughed Barbie Lynn. "If it was that easy, there wouldn't be a virgin in this room. Zane could have woken up that part of me ten times over if his wanting my body was all it took."

"Pop your cherry!" Rio shouted, close to climax. "Call it what it is, you dumb bimbo -- oh, fuck!" She twisted Mercy's nipples with a violence that caused me pain by just looking.

That cued Mercy to pound up into Rio unmercifully. Rio released Mercy's breasts and put her hands to torturing her own nipples. Her orgasm came in seconds. With sheer force of will, Rio fought off her physical spasms until she was body to body with Mercy, Rio's hands cupping Mercy's face and her lips planting fast kisses on Mercy's lips, nose, and eyes.

"You are mine, mine, mine," Rio exulted with animalistic fury magically melded with heartwarming compassion. It was coaxed along by the vibrator to her clit, sending Mercy off to her own orgasm.

"God mother-fucking damn, Rio," Mercy screamed, "Own...own me; make me yours."

"I'm tattooing...your ass...this weekend," Rio whispered and groaned.

On my side of the sexual diorama, Paige was still screwing herself down my cock, though Brandi had less to do but more to think about.

"I can't decide when I want Zane to do the deed for me," Brandi wondered.

"No," I breathed heavily, eyes still on Paige and her radiance, "Brandi, you and I will figure things out when the time is right."

"Or you tie him down and ride him like Paige," Opal giggled.

"Bouncy, bouncy," Paige panted through her chuckle, "It is not just a catchy jingle. It is the recipe for romantic success."

"You talk too much, Princess," I emphasized with a thrust deep into her womb, "I think it is time to start your interrogation." She sizzled and I had a dark desire to feel her body heat burn me so we quickly figured out how we could get along.

"Roll over, Pound cake," Rio ordered as she worked the strap-on off Mercy. "I've got all sorts of issues to work out and your priceless backside is my destination of choice. Buck up, Buttercup, stick out that ass and get ready for some furious pent-up teenage aggression."

I was stunning that the friction Mercy generated as she spun over in the sheets didn't set the bed on fire.

She wasn't on all fours but her ass was raised at a four-five degree angle and quivering in her desire. Rio affixed her tool of choice before allowing her gaze to bask in Mercy's splendor. It took her several seconds before she draped her body over Mercy's back.

"I'm going to become so bored with this view," Rio teased, "in about fifty or sixty years."

Mercy flexed and undulated her back, ass and thighs against Rio's body. Together the two lovers moaned sensually.

"I lied to you," Rio panted into Mercy's ear. "I'm not going to get tired of your body in fifty or sixty years. I'm going to fuck you to death before you hit thirty."

Mercy gave some sort of guttural reply which she accentuated by driving her posterior against Rio's artificial cock. It slid up between Mercy's cheeks as opposed to going into her anus but Mercy was certainly energetic enough to keep thrusting. Sometimes I wasn't sure which one was leading the other down the road to impassioned insanity.

AFTERGLOW

The whispering in my ear had woken me up. I shifted my head toward the noise and saw Paige's elfin head cloaked by her fine white hair. In her slumber, Paige had brought one hand up to her chin and took slow nibbles out of the tip of her thumb. Her body was curled up in a near-fetal ball with her other arm vanishing beneath the sheets.

Paige's lips parted and she moaned. "Oh...right there...Brandi...yum...yeah...right there." She rotated the shoulder of her downturned arm and her hips rocked gently beneath the covers, certainly driving those attached fingers against her pussy. She went back to nibbling her thumb and slowly quieted down.

Paige was in the middle of the bed so I had to raise my head to peek past her sublime form to see Rio and Mercy who were both facing away, Rio was closer to me with her arms wrapped around and cradling Mercy. Fingers stroked my stomach bringing my head to the other side. Barbie Lynn was snuggled up against me and both her hands rested on my stomach, though only one was rubbing against my abs.

The only problem was that Barbie Lynn regularly slept on her side with one hand on me and the other resting under the pillow, plus both hands on my stomach were lefties. I shifted slightly, looked over and tracked the moving hand back to the arm that led to a slumbering Vivian. I swear to God I did nothing to deserve this.

I had to think about this for a few seconds. Finally I decided on a little clarity.

"Vivian," I whispered as I tapped her hand. From experience I knew she woke slowly so I was patient.

"Mmmm," she smiled dreamily at me. A three-count later her eyes focused enough to match my gaze.

"You are in my bed and while I don't mind, I want to make sure you are doubly okay with this," I requested softly.

"Opal and Brandi woke me up when they left," Vivian informed me, "and I felt...alone and left out. Are you okay with me being here? Are you going to be able to control yourself?"

A few things made sense now. Vivian and her boyfriend had fallen into the habit of cuddling on one of their beds. Before long they were falling asleep comfortably in each other's arms. He woke up, high school boy's hormones racing, and she took a few moments too long to realize what was going on. I gave her bonus points for not hating the guy for taking her virginity and stealing away the bedtime comfort of lying with another person she yearned for.

"Vivian, you have my permission to crash on my bed anytime," I smiled warmly. "Barbie Lynn will keep me in check. If you ever want to join me and no one else is around, I keep some restraints -- left dresser -- second drawer."

"I don't want to tie you down, Zane," she whispered.

"Restraints are not only about holding someone down but empowering the other partner. You get to feel comfortable close to me -- I don't mind you being close to me one bit -- and I don't have to worry about doing something I'll regret," I related.

"You learned all of this in rural Thailand?" Vivian mused.

"They are an ancient and scholarly people," I countered. "Are we okay?"

"We are okay," she responded.

"Great," muttered Barbie Lynn, "let's go to sleep because if I wake up, Vivian, I'm going to make you hold my head in your lap while Zane pleasures me from behind."

Vivian grinned, rested her head, and closed her eyes. I laid back down and let my vision darken behind sleepy lids. I really felt like hammering Barbie's delicious ass but I knew she was tired and needed her sleep. Besides, she had only said that because she wanted Vivian to go to sleep.

"Honey," Barbie Lynn whispered words sweeter than fresh cane sugar, "you had best give me all the long, hard strokes I can stand in the morning or I'm going to leave my own set of teeth and claw marks all over that wonderful body of yours." Normally I should accept the warning and fall asleep immediately but since it is a well proven fact that I have no sense where sex and sensuality are concerned, I was awake for quite a while.

When I did wake up, it was brought about by Barbie Lynn rolling away from me.

"Vivian," Barbie whispered kindly. Once Vivian was appropriately responsive, "Vivian, I'm about to wake Zane up and make him take that damn fine cock and use those powerful strokes I love to fill up my ass with cum until I scream." 

"You might want to go back to your sofa until he lifts me to climax," she advised. "On second thought, make that two screams...I'm feeling extra horny this morning." Isn't it wonderful that I get no say in where my cock is going or when I'm going there? I mean, it's not like I'm an adult or we are currently residing in my room. Wait, I am!!

I'm sick and tired of this shit and I'm putting my foot down! Barbie Lynn rubs her scrumptious ass cheeks against my thigh and moans like my bitch in heat. I Man-Up; I'll set her straight as soon as I finish fucking her, damn it! Okay, I'll set her straight when I finish fucking her twice, but that's all she's getting from me.

Barbie Lynn languidly gets onto her elbows and knees, favoring the sore one. She scoops the tube of lube from under the pillow and pushes it back to me as Vivian shakes her head, scoots off the bed, and makes her way to the exit. I pour some lube onto my palm then rub my hands together to warm it up because I don't want to cruelly use something cold on her vulnerable flesh.

"Zane, I need this so bad," Barbie Lynn purrs. "Hammer me...hammer me twice and make me scream."

"Oh," I growl, "I intend to." I'm going to nail her good then give her a piece of my mind.

"Baby, I know you are taking Iona home this weekend so can you sneak away during lunch and sex me up one more time?" she pleads with a voice rich with need.

"Of course I will, Babe," I reply. And then I'll give her a piece of my mind, damn it!

"What's wrong, Zane?" Rio asked as she watched me strip my bed. She wasn't offering to help.

"Man," I sighed, "sometimes I think I'm nothing more than a tool for sexual release on this campus."

"That's surprisingly accurate," she chuckled. "I'm stunned you realized it so quickly."

"Realized what?" Iona grinned as she glided into the room, unusually chipper.

"Zane realized he's a sex toy -- a pleasure slave to our whims," Rio pontificated. Mercy sighed slightly and came over to help me with the bed, as did Iona, and she hadn't even made the mess.

"The willingness to give of yourself does not indicate a surrender of your will," Iona countered. "Zane gives and gives freely, without expectation of return."

"He is your mirror image if you think about it," Iona continued. "With Zane it is pleasure and with you it is pain." Now you never know which way Rio will go with something like this; Iona was like a kid sister to her but I wasn't totally sure Rio hadn't experimented with patricide, matricide and infanticide along with cannibalism.

"Damn, Iona," Rio came up and wrap her arms around Iona's waist from behind, "that's real cool."

"Ah...you are welcome?" Iona smiled but with uncertainty.

"How about I give you Mercy for a night? You know, a snuggle buddy for you to sleep with. We could dress her in an appropriate nightgown and she could be like a big warm teddy bear for you to cuddle with."

"I would rather have Zane dressed up as a cuddly teddy bear," Iona glanced to me.

"Oh, hell, no!" I declared. "I have my pride, ya know."

"Get over it, Zane," Rio laughed. "You are the only guy I know whose home page is linked to both gay and lesbian porn sites." I am? How the fuck did that happen?

"Would you do that for me, please?" Iona pleaded playfully. I had to avoid answering no matter what.

"Iona, I've decided to designate you as my heir," I surprised her. "We'll do that Monday."

"I already knew that," Iona stated evenly. "It was posted on your website yesterday."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 21



"WHAT!" I squawked. "Am I bugged? Am I carrying a wire? How do people figure out these things?"

"Cordelia," all the women in the room said simultaneously. Yep, I'm going to have to fix her little red wagon. I wonder if she has my home wired for surveillance as well.

"Iona, what would you do with all that money? Zane's got a boatload of money; right?" Mercy broke in.

"I don't know," Iona began; "Maybe make a trust for Christian World Charities or something like that."

"Bitch," Rio recoiled, "do you know what Zane's family does? He's a freaking gazillionaire."

"Rio," Iona swiveled so that she was facing Rio, "there is no such number and Zane's family mines copper, cobalt, chromium and manganese, primarily."

"Dummy, that's the parent company," Rio scoffed, heady with her one-time mental superiority over Iona. "They build spaceships."

"That's silly," Iona countered. "No one builds spaceships anymore. Do you mean rockets?"

"Yeah," Rio groaned with impatience, "they build rockets that put satellites in orbit, spacecraft components, space-age ceramics, non-integrated circuit computers, and crap like that." Iona looked to me for some clarity.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I had a collage of the solar system in my room when I was five; I went to the NASA facility in Florida once a year; I've been to that space facility in Russia once; and I've seen a rocket launched from this site in South America. I figured all kids did stuff like that." Then something occurred to me.

"Rio, how do you know all this about me?" I inquired.

"Eh," Rio grunted. "In that first week I considered kidnapping you so I wanted to figure out what you were worth so I would know how much to ask for."

"How much is he worth?" Mercy asked.

"Enough so that his people wouldn't call in the FBI -- they would call in some former Spetznaz and simply kill me instead of paying the ransom," Rio chuckled.

"Yeah," I laughed too, "I recall Dad saying that he'd 'met up' with some South African Commandos when he was not much older than I am now. He sent them Christmas presents every year until he died."

"Zane, I'm not sure I want that much money," Iona worried. 

"Well, you've met Aunt Jill and we both know she couldn't handle it," I countered.

"What...what...what about Rio...Oh, My God, what am I saying? That would be nuts," Iona fretted. Rio gasped.

"Hey!" Rio shouted. "What's wrong with me?"

"You are totally insane with an annoying lack of impulse control," Mercy stated clinically. Rio's mouth dropped open and she gawked at her 'toy'.

"Pound cake!" she barked at Mercy. Mercy perked up and looked ready to throw herself on the bed and at Rio's mercy.

"No," I intervened. "We have to get to breakfast and I can hear Vivian pacing like mad just beyond the screens. She deserves better from us. Now let's get going."

Everyone was remarkably behaved until we got into the elevator and the door shut.

"Are you sure you are the right person for this job?" Vivian asked Mercy as the doors shut.

"What?" Mercy gulped. "What do you mean?"

"Yeah, what the fuck do you mean by that, ya Cunt?" Rio interjected both her words and her body into the conversation. "Mercy and I are doing just fine."

"You shower together, sleep together, stick all kinds of things in one another; I'm neither blind nor stupid," Vivian growled out.

"I'm sorry," Mercy mumbled.

"Oh, I don't blame you. They got to you before this 'guardian' thing happened. It is simply unfortunate that you ended up as Rio's minder and now we will have to deal with it," Vivian responded without heat or condemnation (toward Mercy).

"Are you going to turn her in?" I had to ask.

"Forcing Mercy to face the condemnation and ridicule of those who have no clue to her situation would not be the Christian thing to do," Vivian sincerely related. "I will not let Mercy fall into depravity. She and I will work together to save her soul." 

Rio didn't trust her and looked ready to pounce. On the other hand, I was truly impressed and believed her.

"What is your plan?" Iona joined in. "Vivian, you wouldn't bring this up if you didn't have a plan."

"I am creating a list of Christian works -- not the Bible, Rio -- that the two of them could read together for half an hour before bedtime," Vivian enlightened us. In the short-term it sounded naive but if you took into account the almost three years Mercy and Rio could be here together it was rather clever.

"Blow it out your ass!" Rio growled back.

"No, Rio, you will do it," I demanded. I had never demanded anything of her before. I'd asked, begged and suggested but I had never told her 'do this or else'. I was now.

Rio and I locked gazes. She felt betrayed and pissed.

"Fuck you," Rio snapped at me. "You don't tell me what to do."

"You'll do what I tell you to do now," I insisted.

"Or what?" she sneered. I could feel Iona cringing beside me. Mercy was afraid and looked trapped. Vivian was taking the exchange with interest.

"Or nothing. I am not going to hold anything over your head but I'm also going to fight to keep you from fucking up your life," I kept at it. "It is what friends do." There was a pause.

"Glenda, you suck," Rio declared quietly. That quavering in Rio's resolve was Mercy's cue.

"I'll do the readings," Mercy said. "Rio, if you want to wait in the bedroom for me...well I'm fine with that, if that is what you want to do."

"Grrr," Rio mumbled. "Fine, I'll do it, but if I hear even one chorus of Kumbaya, I'm skewering someone with a pool stick."

"Thank you..." Vivian got out.

"Not a word," Rio warned. "Not another damn word...from any of you."

Mercy shot me a look and I could see she finally got it. You let Rio run amok for 90% of the time so that you could coax Rio toward stability the other 10% without her rebelling. I didn't want to make Rio sane; I was sure she was happy being fucking nuts. I only wanted her to be a 'fucking nuts' that didn't make her destroy her life and drive away the people that really cared for her.

What can I say? I'm selfish. Rio fills a void in my life and I didn't want to see her fall away into the darkness the way my Mom did. 



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 22



*To make the right decision requires a combination of confidence, knowledge, and luck*

(Frontma battles banality to get another chapter edited - thanks)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

*

A little nonsequitur: I once asked my close associates why they believed in God.

Rio: "Well, I can't very well be a convincing Satanist if I don't give lip service to the Other Guy."

Iona: "The Universe makes sense. It is our roadmap for Ascension and a fuller understanding of God's Love."

Christina: "I've seen Evil so there must be Good."

Heaven: "Because I prayed for death but Christina came and I prayed for you (Zane) to go but you stayed." 

Hope: "Because I live in a country that allows me to own a K11 assault rifle for home defense." No one wants to ask Hope if she has the official rifle of the ROK Army with her at school, or if she actually has the grenades that go with it. What good would it do; it isn't like we would try to take it away from her. Most of us like living too much.

Chastity: "Firefighters, organ donors, Christian converts in Iran...with so many people giving for no material gain, that indicates to me a higher purpose for mankind -- a struggle between right and wrong."

Faith: "Belief in Christ cannot be given a definition. If you define it, it ceases being faith."

Barbie Lynn: sweetly gave me a peppermint and smiled. She had to look no farther than the fate that had brought us together and the joy we shared; she didn't need words.

Paige: "Only something with infinite precision and power could bring about the Big Bang. The day they can give a name to that force, I will gladly surrender my faith."

Cordelia: "Let me think about my reply. Why do you believe in God?" (Like I'd ever tell her.)

Cappadocia: "What an empty and lonely thing life must be if these few years are all we have?"

Opal: "I always have and never heard an argument that would make me think differently."

Brandi: "It was how I was raised. But the first time you kissed my stomach, I had my own personal religious experience (giggle)."

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY...BACK TO THE STORY

Breakfast unfolded pretty much like it had a week ago, with the added bonus of poisonous glares between clumps of students, bandages, bruises, and the sense of unease that comes from unresolved conflict. After all, neither Christina nor Rhaine had won. This was acceptable to most of the sane crowd as the alternative would have been to make the school unbearable to the other half of the student body so that they left.

Instead, we got to bask in the chilly civility that Christian politeness dictated. At least I wasn't (too) worried about a pack of girls ambushing me. As was becoming her habit, Gabrielle Black had devoured her food in less than four minutes and paced the perimeter of the Dining Room floor, her eyes dodging about with no discernible pattern. I kept an eye on her because she worried me in a way that went far beyond hormones.

"Zane?" Iona repeated. I had barely registered her first request for a moment of my time.

"Yes, Hon?" I smiled down at her. She looked happy for the eye contact but worried about what she had to say.

"Zane, there are two other candidates for Freshman Class President -- Mhain Reynard and Millicent Pierce," Iona informed me.

"Millicent?" grumbled Rio. "Zane saved her ass and now she's kicking sand in his face? The bitch."

"Millicent is free to do what she wants. She may have wanted to be nominated before all this chaos came about. I'm not going to begrudge her having political ambitions," I told them.

"Zane, I don't think you understand what this means," Iona worried.

"Sure I do; Millicent and I are going to split the Pro-Christina vote. There will be a run-off. If it is Millicent and I, Mhain's votes will go to her and I lose. If it is Mhain and Millicent, my votes will go to Millicent and she wins. If it is Mhain and I, it will be a toss-up. Essentially, Millicent can definitely defeat Mhain but I can't."

"This sounds like a job for the NSA," Rio glared off to where Millicent was sitting. I don't think Rio knew what Mhain looked like. NSA referred to Rio's title as my in-house assassin -- Ninja Stripper Angel.

"Don't worry," I patted Rio on the shoulder, "I got this, Bro."

When I got up, Rio followed me nonetheless. Chancellor Bass was absent for the second day in a row so the highest authority seemed to be Dr. Scarlett, the Vice Chancellor. Gabrielle noted my movement but didn't deviate from her path. Mrs. Cunningham was closest but seeing neither authority figure appeared nervous, she too went about her rounds.

Mind you, girls are moving around the Dining Hall all the time but I'm special...being a troublemaking, devious male. I rounded a table and walked over to Millicent, who was warned of my approach by an associate. She twisted in her chair and waited for the flavor of my greeting.

"Hey, Millicent, I want to congratulate you on your nomination and I hope you get the votes to be on the ballot," I said as I extended my hand. She shook it and smiled.

"Thank you, Zane. Good luck to you too," she replied.

"How about we have a debate a few nights before the election? Interested?" I pondered.

"That would be great," Millicent agreed. "We can request the Assembly Hall but we'll need to figure out who should be moderator."

"We'll figure it out," I nodded. "I'm going to say 'hi' to Mhain as well."

"I will come along," Millicent informed me as she stood up and stepped to my side. "Hi, Rio."

"Eat shit and die, you ungrateful whore," Rio snarled back at Millicent, who backed off. "Zane should have left you for Bass to fuck over." Millicent's crowd was shocked, then outraged.

"Cool it, Rio." I stroked her arm. "You and I do what we do for our own ends and not for the accolades of others." I turned to her, "Right?" Rio took a deep breath.

"You are such a dumb blonde," she smirked at me. "I get my thirty pieces of silver up front."

"Thanks, Babe," I grinned at Rio. I looked back to Millicent. "I'm still going to see Mhain if you want to tag along with me and Rio."

"I'm feeling fearless with a positive outlook on life so I'll risk it," Millicent smiled. Yeah, beating Millicent in this election was going to be fun...right up there with waking up on the Kappa Sigma cross out in the woods. The three of us walked over to Mhain and her crowd of freshmen Rhaine-supporters. The conversation around us died, proving I was definitely unwelcome.

"Hi, Mhain. I just wanted you to know I am happy to hear that you are jumping in on the race for Freshman Class President," I grinned while extending my hand.

"I would like to welcome you as well," Millicent stated, extending her hand too. Rio thankfully hung back and kept quiet.

Mhain turned around in her seat so that she faced us, though she remained seated. She looked into my eyes then regarded my hand before doing the same to Millicent.

"Very well, Millicent," Mhain finally said as she shook Millicent's hand. "You will lose, and while I hope you leave this school at the end of the year, if you don't, I pray you learn humility and proper Christian decorum."

Mhain was so fervent that Millicent appeared aghast at the situation. She hardened quickly.

"It is small-minded zealots like you that give people of faith a bad name, Mhain," Millicent seethed in response. "I'll make you a bargain. If you win, I'll leave FFU the day following the election; but if...when you lose, you agree to stick it out through your senior year."

Mhain stood, and the grip between the two women became bone-crushing.

"Pack your bags," Mhain hissed, "you Jezebel."

"Jezebel," Rio snickered to me. "Seriously, is that the best she's got?"

"I think she's calling Millicent a betrayer," I related, "and I must be too evil to be named."

"I think..." Millicent violently yanked her hand away from Mhain and then wiped it vigorously on her pleated skirt as if Mhain's touch was somehow toxic, "...she's home-schooled."

"Oh, she's one of those," Rio grinned to the same Millicent she'd been ready to slap only seconds before. "One family TV, one family computer, and six or seven brothers and sisters."

"Only allowed to contact similar children in scheduled gatherings...yep," Millicent nodded. Mhain was getting quite pissed off at being mocked.

"Not at all incestuous, even with the only males around being family," Rio smiled viciously.

"Oh no, not at all," Millicent agreed. "Well, have fun with the election, Mhain. Making you spend the next four years with Zane is going to make my victory just that much sweeter."

Mhain was gargling out a response when we three turned and left her. As we approached Millicent's seat, I spoke up.

"Why are you using me as a punishment for Mhain? I know that she doesn't like me but why did you in particular do it?"

"It really isn't so much using you as punishment for her as a reminder for me why I want to keep you around. After all, I've already bought my subscription to 'Virtual Zane' for a year," Millicent related. 

"Virtual Zane?" Rio asked Millicent.

"It's a project Cordelia is working on," Millicent related, "but it is only in limited release." I wasn't asking because I was recalling me and a dozen girls in a room, me naked, and them taking all kinds of computer imagery scans of my body. At least she could have given me a heads-up before launching what was certainly a semi-pornographic 3-D rendering of me and my life.

I am definitely going to have to fix her little red wagon, but with the added complication that she certainly had already thought out my reaction and plotted accordingly. Of course, I can figure out what those contingencies are and figure a way around them, but I know she knows that...fuck it, I'm going to finish breakfast.

I escaped the Dining Hall in the company of a sophomore named Abigail Kent. Assembly was painless but it was no consolation for me when it ended. A junior named Sybil Evans was on my Handmaiden's list. She proved her pro-Rhaine credentials by saddling me with not only her book bag but the book bags of nine of her closest friends.

Oh come on, I do fifty push-ups a day, on my head with my back against a wardrobe, plus upper body strength training for Archery and endurance training for Marksmanship, Karate, and Orienteering. I grinned at Vivian who looked a bit peeved at Sybil. I spent the rest of the trip to class doing arm curls with the bags as if they were nothing, even grinning bye-bye to the bag owners when I was done.

I whistled as I walked to my desk and promptly let my arms drop like dead weight to my side because they hurt so bad, but at least my tormentors didn't get to see my pain. Lucky me, this was the day of my first English test and that involved a whole lot of writing. Me and my twisted desire to taunt my enemies -- damn the inspiration that drove me to decide on arm curls.

I still managed to push myself through the test with a few minutes to spare. I was lucky enough to be snared by Hale Johansen who tied me down with a discussion on which modern actor would best play Judas in a rendition of the Last Supper. She was mad for Nicholas Cage while I wanted Zachary Quinto. (Oh, please, the guy played Skylar and Spock; Judas is the smartest Apostle and is willing to ignore the implication that his actions will get people killed.)

Biblical Archeology's test was simple, if a bit dry. Rio and I played Rock-Paper-Scissors to pass the time in the last half of class. Either Rio studied (I try not to laugh), someone beat the knowledge into her in Sunday school (it is terrifying how hard that had to be), she'd somehow cheated, or she's been masking her smarts really well.

It was inevitable that one of Rhaine's people picked me up for the trip to Biology. She began lecturing me on God, Man, Woman, and our separate places in the Universe. I interrupted Theresa, my mistress, to tell her she smelled like sugar dumplings. She didn't know what to say and neither did I. This may have been brought on by neither of us knowing precisely what a sugar dumpling was or what it smelled like. Chastity thinks I'm a nut and sometimes I agree.

SERAPHINA AND BLACK AGAIN

Biology's test was its own kind of mental torment. Whenever I discover the acceptable default answer to any question is "God wills it," I hear millions of my brain cells stampeding for the exits. This is supposed to be the foundation for me becoming somebody that actually heals bodies, prescribes medicines, and diagnoses a human being's physical ailments, and I'm becoming worried I won't be qualified to apply a bandage.

Seraphina and I snuck off to the bathroom (I have notoriously poor bladder control) after she finished her test and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she felt as cerebrally insulted as I did. Kissing and petting wouldn't do it this time; my plan was to bend her over the toilet, pull down her panties, and eat Seraphina out from behind.

There is always something wonderful about being someone's first, even if it is 'just' cunnilingus. Oh, I had touched her cunt before, inside and outside of her panties, but she confessed this was the first tongue to touch her there. My dedication to her sensitivity caused the frustration from Biology class to fade away. My world collapsed down to her upper thighs, ass cheeks, and pubic region.

I was on my knees, awkwardly positioned forward with my butt resting on my heels, when Seraphina looked over her shoulder at me. She gave me an unsure smile and then pushed herself up on her toes. She had anticipated the difficulty of my position and made my job easier, which resulted in her greater pleasure.

I didn't want her to become unsettled so when I placed my hands on her, it was right above the knees -- a safe region. I kissed her above the right hand on her thigh. Seraphina moaned.

"Zane...Zane, I am not sure what to say," she murmured.

"It isn't necessary, Seraphina," I comforted her. "Let your body tell me all that you need me to know." Seraphina didn't miss a trick -- she merely nodded.

I let my lips work a track up the back of her right thigh until I reached the minute crease where the buttocks and the thigh met. From there, I licked in with a broad stroke to the point where her labia swelled at the back. Before the moment of contact, I skipped her pussy and touched down on the cusp where it met her buttocks and thigh on the left side. Seraphina exhaled in foiled anticipation.

I had let my hands follow behind my kisses on her thighs. When my mouth crossed to her left butt cheek I rested my hands on her hips, giving me some leverage and control over her stance. That done I moved in for her first real overt sexual sensation of this encounter. I lead off with broad strokes to either side of her labia, along the inner hip joint.

A few strokes doing that, then I sharpened my tongue to a blunt tip and licked lightly her labia from back to front with a confident tongue-caress of her clitoris at the high point of my technique. I was somewhat pleased that Seraphina didn't jolt or squeak out in surprise. Everything I was doing was flowing in synch with her natural desires.

Seraphina graduated from a scared-dry to a gentle-moistness and finally a musky, oily tastiness. Her breathing was steady but became deeper and a bit more ragged as we progressed. One little grunt on her part and I knew to dedicate more of my efforts toward exploration. I moved my left hand around until it graced her nub of a clit and the top of her cunt.

Alternating between deep, tight penetrations and broad, powerful licks that parted the labia, I would drive half a knuckle of my left forefinger into her slit when my tongue wasn't in the way. The moment she was sure of the game, I tilted up and took a playful bite of her left butt cheek, sharp enough to startle but not enough to leave a permanent mark.

"Ow!" she hissed through clenched teeth. We had to keep it down because sound did carry in this building. I dove back into her moist cunt in response, stayed there long enough for her to settle in, then bit the right cheek. This time Seraphina pressed against the back of the stall to escape my nip, but she came back when the tongue torture returned. The uncertainty was breaking down her resistance.

Blind passion was taking Seraphina over. She was sure another bite was hovering out there, waiting for her to coast along with the rhythm. Instead, she had to focus on each move of my mouth as she tried to anticipate what I'd do next. As she focused on each stroke and probe, her world collapsed into each sensual moment and reaction.

"Oh, Zane," she panted, "oh God, oh God, oh God," she began softly chanting. Next, she made constrained little grunts of pleasure that picked up in intensity until her body tensed and spasmed. Her legs grew rigid and her back bowed up as she internalized her orgasm. Time and comfort allowed, I would have kept gently tonguing Seraphina as she slowly came down, but we had to get back to class so I held her carefully by the hips instead.

Seraphina snickered when she calmed down enough to clearly vocalize to me. That noise became a giggle.

"What is it?" I whispered.

"Oh, I just realized we need to figure what class we are going to share next semester because I certainly want to do this all year long," she laughed quietly.

"We could take Orienteering Club together." I mused.

"Orienteering...sorry, but Heaven is in charge of Orienteering, and since you two are together, I really don't want to contemplate what kind of reconstructive surgery she'd put me through if she saw us touching," Seraphina grinned over her shoulder at me.

"Hold that thought," I told her. I slipped out of the stall, got some wet paper towels, and returned to Seraphina. She took the wipes with a smile and cleaned up while I watched. "You know, Heaven can be really nice if you give her a chance."

"Zane, for a guy who appears to be so good with women, you miss out on some obvious things," Seraphina kept grinning.

"I'd argue more if I didn't spend half my time bound up by one person or another," I sighed.

"Zane," Seraphina pulled up her underwear, stood up, and faced me, "even if a girl is nice and sweet to you, that doesn't mean she's nice and sweet to another girl who gets in between you and her."

"I'm not jealous, and I don't like jealousy in those around me," I countered.

"How are Paige and Heaven getting along?" Seraphina teased. I was saved by bell, literally. It was time to make for the Dining Hall...or in my case, back to my room for some hot, passionate loving with Barbie Lynn. I had to talk to her about something; I'd figure out what when I got there, I was sure.

Any joy I was anticipating collided fatally with Vivian's expression as Seraphina and I raced back to our classroom. She didn't look pissed; she looked furiously disappointed.

"We completed the test and had to go to the bathroom," I blurted out. You know, I'm not bad at creating excuses off the cuff, but any chance of Vivian being deceived evaporated when Seraphina took my hand as a sympathetic signal of moral support.

"You couldn't wait the last few minutes before the bell?" Vivian glared at me. I could tell her I went to the bathroom ten minutes ago but that leads to the question of what took me ten minutes to do in the bathroom. My hesitation allowed Vivian to lean forward and take a sniff of the sexual arousal on my lips -- Seraphina's arousal. "Zane..."

"I stepped out of bounds, Vivian. I'm sorry," I apologized. I had promised to be as discrete as possible, after all.

Any conversation was rendered more convoluted by the girls exiting the classrooms and moving through the hall.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 22



"Seraphina, is this what you want to do with your life? Sneaking off to bathrooms with men for sex?" Vivian whispered.

"Random men -- no; Zane -- yes. I mean, have you felt his tongue? Holy Cow, he was fantastic," Seraphina beamed back. Vivian seemed flummoxed. 

"We'll get our bags and we can get out of here," I intervened. Vivian let us slip past her. Seraphina gave me a quick peck on the cheek before we left, then I joined Vivian and we left the building together.

"Vivian..." I started.

"Oh, God," Vivian groaned. "What is it now?"

"When you have kids I really think you will be a good mother," I tried to appease her.

"Get it over with, Zane, and stop trying to make me feel good about the nightmare that watching over you has become," Vivian moaned.

"I need to skip the Dining Hall to go back to my room," I broached the subject.

"Who is it this time?" Vivian asked in a deadpan voice.

"Barbie Lynn," I answered.

"I'll pick you up at 12:50," she stated. That was easy, right up to the moment I felt bad about pushing her morality so hard. I had to figure out something she wanted and get it for her.

Good, energetic sex leads to a shower unless you want to advertise your activity via body odor. Barbie Lynn and I decided that since time was an issue, we'd mix the love-making and the shower into one exercise in one of the stalls on my floor. It was certainly something new for us and a spectacular look for Barbie Lynn, with the water cascading off her breasts in two sensual rivulets. Her wet hair plastered over her head, neck, shoulders, and chest was its own kind of erotic.

Barbie Lynn's rectum was partially impaled on my cock. Her eyes were wide with hunger and happiness brought forth by our lovemaking in midstride. My hands held each heavenly buttock in a tight grip, Barbie Lynn's legs were to the side and spread wide -- thank you, Soccer flexibility training -- in a sexual 'V'. Her banged-up knee was clearly getting better.

"Please, Surrah, can I have some more?" Barbie sugar-coated her request. I let her slip down my shaft a little more until her eyes shut in ecstasy and she breathed out a pleasurable note. She'd been resting her wrists on my shoulders with her fingers extending back into my hair. Now she drew me in until we were face-to-face.

"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...ummm...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 penis.

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 butt 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 Dr. 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 butt 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.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 22



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. 

"What do I get when I beat you...again?" she inquired.

"I've developed an inside track on some authentic saltwater taffy," I shrugged. Gabrielle didn't seem very impressed. "I could feel honor-bound to jump on the next grenade thrown your way?"

"I'll think of something when the time comes," Gabrielle informed me. Turning to Gorman, she said, "Are you ready?"

"I'd like a..." Wilhelmina started to say as she stood. Dana put a hand on Willy's shoulder and shook her head.

"I've got this," Coach said. She stood up and discarded her gi -- depending on your point of view, she was fortunately/unfortunately wearing a white sports bra. Wait! Am I in chest-to-chest proximity with Gabrielle while scoping out Dana? Was I dropped on my head repeatedly as a child? Maybe I should hunt down my former nanny and ask her.

"Let's make Zane's idiocy..." Dana continued telling Captain Willy, "...worth more than the beating he took." Gorman stripped off her pants, revealing white biker shorts. It was very cinematic; Gorman in white and Black in black. Sadly, I believed White needed some serious Divine intervention to win this showdown.

"Zane," Gabrielle requested my attention with that deathly quiet voice of hers. I must have looked pretty scared because she almost smiled at me. "You can let go of my hand now." Jumping back felt like a surefire way to test her killer instinct so I let go of her hand and backed away slowly and carefully. Only after I gave us some space did I contemplate the trust she'd put in me, allowing anyone to be that close outside of combat.

I was walking past Dana when she grabbed my shoulder, stopping my progress. She pointed me to the spot on the floor she had just vacated. Wow, I had my ass kicked and still made First Team. I moved over to my new place in the hierarchy and thanked Dana in the only way I knew how.

"Does this mean you are going to sit on my lap when you get back?" I said with a voice as sincere as I was serious.

"Zane," Coach Gorman said over her shouldershe was keeping her eyes on Gabrielle -- "when I get back, I am giving grave consideration to having a general melee, and I'm placing a bounty on your head if we do. You will have all weekend to recover." A general melee sounded a whole lot like a 'beat up the new guy' kind of thing, and I had planned on devoting my weekend to Iona.

Further banter was ended by Black and Gorman facing off. Willie gave the 'Go' and things went John Wu-crazy. My bright shining moment was delivered right off the bat. Gorman went fullout, denying Gabrielle the ability to control the maneuvering in the fight the way she'd controlled me. My beating hadn't been in vain; Gabrielle undoubtedly knew Gorman's fighting style but Dana knew nothing of hers.

My body had bought Dana what little insight Gabrielle had been willing to give up. After all, Gabrielle knew my game from the moment I'd thrown out my challenge. Still, she had to beat me up to get at Dana. I could take on most members of the first team and, as Dana constantly reminds the world, I can take a beating, which meant I was the body for the job.

I've fought Gorman on several occasions and she's damn impressive. Gabrielle was doing crap I'd never seen before and I wasn't even sure was humanly possible. I swear, if she'd turned into a Terminator, I couldn't have been more surprised. Dana's fighting prowess only went up in my estimation because she wasn't impaled on Gabrielle's fist in the first thirty seconds.

It wasn't a misstep that screwed up Dana's game plan; her mistake was predictability. One second she was pushing Gabrielle back and the next she was on the floor, struggling to keep Gabrielle from establishing a chokehold. For a second I contemplated grabbing up Cappy and Willy, then rushing Gabrielle. After all, it would have been a shame for Dana to die alone. It would also seriously curtail my desire for an open-casket funeral but hey, Dana is almost a friend.

Dana wasn't finished yet. Unknown to me, she has the ability to dislocate and relocate her shoulder. No one in the class wanted to consider how painful that had to be. The loud popping noise was enough to make us decide to miss dinner. Dana got an elbow and fist in before they separated. They went at it again, but this time, it was harder on Dana. I could feel that her confidence was shaken now that she had a clearer measure of Gabrielle's strengths and weaknesses.

Gabrielle remained a steadfast cypher. If Dana was turning out to be a tougher opponent to crack than she'd expected, Gabrielle wasn't showing it. What she was doing was exhibiting the iron stamina of a triathlete. Dana wasn't fighting for air but I didn't see Gabrielle even breaking a sweat yet. Had I been Dana, this would have been the time I started crying out to a vengeful God for forgiveness.

Dana didn't do that. Instead, digging down to her dogged determination and fighting on, her game -- her gamble -- was for Gabrielle to screw up somehow and take advantage of it. She had to hope that something came up before her endurance failed. And in the fourth minute of the fight, it happened.

Of course it was a trap. I couldn't blame Dana for risking it because fighting hard, non-stop, for over four minutes is its own form of torture. Gabrielle caught Dana's leg, swept the other one out from under our Coach, then finished up with driving an elbow into her hip as they hit the mat. There is fast, unbelievably fast, a weasel on speed, and then Gabrielle, and if you gave a weasel enough speed to keep up with Gabby, the weasel would explode first.

Dana is fast, but I'm faster and I know I didn't have a prayer of blocking Gabrielle at this point in their fight. The blow to Gorman's hip seemed to have temporarily paralyzed that leg. Without the leg, her torso below the ribcage was fatally exposed. Getting repeatedly punched in the stomach sucked. Sadly, Dana thought the same thing and totally missed Gabrielle flipping her over onto her stomach.

Gabrielle came down with a palm to the center of Dana's spine. It had to hurt, but I had little doubt that if Gabby had used her fist, the spine would have been broken.

"We are done here," Gabrielle announced calmly as she rose to her feet. No one said a word until Dana stirred on the ground.

With varying degrees of speed, the first team swarmed over Dana. I alone approached Gabrielle. After she finished dressing and stood, she acknowledged my presence.

"Did you learn what you wanted to know?" I asked.

"Yes," she stated, once more into her emotionless mode.

"Then you asked the wrong question." I drilled her with a combination of bravery and anger. Gabrielle walked away without acknowledging my statement. She got to the door and stopped before exiting through the door.

"What do you think I should have asked?" she said with a vapor of condescension.

"You should have asked us if we can help," I told her. Maybe I'm naïve, but I'm sure she's facing her past alone.

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(After this chapter I hope to keep putting another one out every seven to ten days. It takes 2-4 days to write, 2-4 for the edit and 1-2 days for Literotica to post it; just so ya know.) 



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 23



*Purity is a paradox; we are awed by it yet we are repulsed by it as well*

 (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

(Posting this chapter and chapter 24 at this time. Thanks for your patience) 

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Vivian was terribly subdued as she walked me back to the dorm. It was the two of us because my Handmaiden mistress was Erica, a second-team Karate classmate. She'd given me a rain check due to the trauma we had all just been through during class.

"You can use my room this weekend if you like," I broached the silence. "I'll ask Rio and Mercy to be somewhere else and Barbie Lynn can stay with you."

"I don't want to sleep with Barbie Lynn, Zane," Vivian replied. "I want to sleep in my own bed."

"That's bull- ..." I decided saying "shit", while a minor infraction, wouldn't do my argument any good. "You know Barbie Lynn to be kind-hearted and decent. She's not going to molest you. You two will be totally platonic."

"I don't know what to think," she replied. "I never thought Barbie Lynn would be the one to have sex outside of marriage."

"I knew she was flirty but that was it," she continued. "Now...now she's moved into your room and is having sex with you as if you were a married couple." She sighed. "Fine, not like a 'normal' married couple so we don't need to go there." Ah, no mention of anal sex I see.

"Vivian, I don't like to talk about my relationships with other women but I think Barbie Lynn would understand," I tried to explain. "There was no seduction between us -- we collided. I showed up at FFU pretty depressed. I'd spent a long month with my Aunt trying to adjust to America and a place and lifestyle I didn't know."

"My Aunt and I fought a lot and that Sunday Pastor Bill and his buddies tried to shake me down for my inheritance. I had the feeling that is why they wanted Aunt Jill in their church, and after all the crap Jill had been through, I felt that sucked," I said. "I'm in my room, sad and pissed off, then Barbie Lynn Masters comes soaring into my life."

"She thought I was 'Glenda's' brother, I told her my name was Zane, and next thing I knew we were all over one another. She gave me a blowjob and I gave her multiple orgasms and we parted ways. She thought she might see me once a month and I had no idea this was a girl's college. You are aware of the humiliation that followed," I concluded.

"Zane, that explains nothing," Vivian observed.

"Okay, I could have been clearer," I admitted. "What I was trying to say is that Barbie Lynn didn't change. I allowed her to do what she wanted to do with a guy all along. She is still the same woman who goes after life full of enthusiasm, who likes to work with kids, teaching Sunday school and going to church."

"And you want me to sleep with her when I've avoided the pleasure for the past three years?" Vivian refused to give in.

"I'd want you to sleep with Iona if she wasn't already heading out with me. I have a few others I could ask but that would be awkward. I like Opal and Brandi but I also know they'd hit on you if given half a chance," I outlined.

"I can sleep alone, Zane," Vivian stated.

"I know that, but do you want to?" I asked. Vivian didn't immediately reply. "You climbed into bed with me and some of the ladies, Vivian. There is a certain quality provided by a sleeping companion that you enjoy. You wanted it enough to put some faith in me and Barbie Lynn last night," I added.

"Zane, why are you making a big deal about this?" Vivian inquired.

"Your happiness matters to me," I answered. Vivian and I walked into the dorm and into the elevator before she spoke.

"Coach Gorman warned me about this," Vivian groaned. "Do you realize how much easier my life would be if you grabbed my breast or something like that?"

"Is that an invitation?" I perked up.

"No," she stated decisively. Her glare emphasized the point. "I mean my job keeping the Devil in line would be easier if he wasn't constantly giving me my favorite cupcakes."

"What's your favorite cupcake?" I grinned.

"Behave yourself," she sighed, somewhat amused and somewhat exasperated.

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded.

"That's a good boy," Vivian acknowledged.

"When I'm a good boy Heaven gives me a ginger cookie," I prodded.

"We are NOT going to go there," Vivian declared authoritatively, and that was that.

IT DOESN'T MATTER AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND

I thought I would have to stop by and pick up Iona Beckett on my way out. I was obviously forgetting I was dealing with the most organized person I'd ever met. I know Iona looks after all her own affairs and most of mine, plus I suspect she keeps an eye out for Rio as well. She was waiting in the main area of my 'room' when Vivian and I arrived, her overnight bag beside her.

I gave her a kiss and hurried to my room...where someone had already packed a weekend worth of stuff for me. I do not deserve one tenth of the affection aimed my way. Being hung by my toes from a ceiling fan is a small price to pay for what I receive. Still, I make a note to avoid girls with bizarre foot fetishes while in close proximity to ceiling fans -- my life is pretty freaking weird enough already.

I gathered my stuff, gathered up Iona, and made my good-byes. Brandi was kind enough to snuggle up to my back, reach around and pinch my nipples. It was playful, not painful, so I didn't mind too much. Besides, I had bigger fish to fry. When I told Rio that she'd need to share another bed with Mercy for the weekend she nodded.

"No problem, Bro," Rio told me. She then stepped up under the guise of hugging me good-bye and tried to nut me. She's a dangerous friend to have but since I can count her public displays of affection for me on one hand, I was ready for her.

"Damn it," Rio snarled, "you can't give my room to that Jesus-freak!" By 'my room' she really meant my (Zane's) room and 'Jesus-freak' was Vivian...who was eight feet away looking at her.

"It isn't going to kill you two to behave for two days, Rio," I stated. Mercy, standing right behind Rio, remained unfortunately silent on the subject.

"Rio, if you two would agree to abstain until I got back, I'd be willing to let you stay, but you are the King Kong of bedroom antics and Vivian needs the space," I explained.

"Fine, we'll crash at Aunt Jill's," Rio smirked. "I'm sure she can't shut the door before I get a foot in. She's far too nice to break it or kick me out." Oh yeah, I cannot begin to describe what Jill's reaction to a Mercy-Rio lesbian love-fest at 2:00 in the morning would be like. It would probably involve paramedics and a defibrillator.

"Okay," I shrugged. I fished out my keys and tossed them to Rio.

"Sweet!" Rio trumpeted. "We'll meet you at the car."

"We are not going," I corrected Rio. "Iona and I will stay here, camp out on a sleeper-sofa, and take in some Pay-per-View. Come by and pick us up for the party around nine tomorrow night."

"Your loss, Princess," Rio mocked me and walked away. Mercy loyally padded along.

"I'm sorry, Iona," I said to my petite friend. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

"I'm not looking for any particular place but a particular man," she smiled serenely.

"Sadly, I still have a piece of business to attend to and I see the person I need to see," I said as I spotted Valerie playing a competitive game of pool versus Raven of all people.

When Valerie had taken her shot I stepped up to her side.

"Can I catch a ride to the Dixie Roadhouse in the next few minutes?" I whispered.

"Sure. Wait... are you expecting me to hang around when you go inside?" Val smirked.

"I've already gone a round with Gabrielle Black today so I don't feel I deserve a second ass-whooping. I'd appreciate you sticking around at least until the gunfire starts," I chuckled.

"Fine, I'll stay, but you'll owe me one," Valerie smiled. "By the way, how tough is Gabrielle?"

"I'll let you know when my concussion fades," I responded.

"That good, huh?" Valerie persisted.

"In less than thirty seconds she snapped my neck. It took her less than five minutes to break Dana's back after that, and right there at the end I swore I saw a lone bead of sweat on Gabrielle's brow," I related.

"Just so we are clear; if I ever see her chasing your ass down like Gorman did that day, you are on your own," Valerie snorted.

"I thought you were a bad-ass," I taunted her. I really didn't want her fighting Ms. Black on my behalf. 

"Granddad is a bad-ass; I'm a teenage girl who is good with bikes and can handle myself in a brawl but I'm not a true bad-ass. What I am is smart enough to not attempt the craziness that is your life," she huffed.

"Being smarter than me is hardly an accomplishment to be proud of," I jibbed back.

Raven, who had been pretending to not be eavesdropping, made this choking sound at that comment.

"Let me finish Raven off and I'll take you there," Valerie said.

"Valerie, she's killing you," I noted.

"I like a challenge," Valerie countered. She must because Raven only had one ball left to sink while Valerie had four. Less than a minute later Raven sent Valerie and I heading for the stairs. Iona gave me a slight nod and grin. 

Rio came storming up at us half-way down.

"You motherfucker," she snarled.

"Problems?" I replied cautiously.

"Mercy said she wasn't going with me," Rio growled.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I slapped the bitch," Rio retorted. I could tell that pissed Valerie off; I wasn't too happy either. "You put her up to this, didn't you?"

"I certainly did. I told her that she was going to have to step up instead of taking advantage of you all the time," I explained. "Did it hurt?" Rio knew I wasn't talking about Mercy's pain.

"Yes," she rumbled. "If I can't trust her, I can't use her."

"Whatever you decide to do, I'll live with," I shrugged. "I hope you know how hard it was for her to do what she did."

Thankfully, Valerie was far more controlled than Rio and judged the conversation to be too delicate for her input.

"Mercy is my deal, Zane. She's my responsibility and I'll take care of her without your interference," Rio stated aggressively.

"It doesn't work that way. People aren't one dimensional and you can't expect to help people and not have them change," I countered. "You changed Mercy, for the better, and that includes her desire to take up some of the responsibility you've borne onto her shoulders. And the only reason for her to do that is...you annoy her so much."

"Yeah," Rio finally deflated, "she was looking pretty miserable."

"Buddies take your pizza; friends take your pain, Rio. Get used to the fact that there are three of us standing beside you when you need us," I reminded her.

"I wasn't asking for anyone's help," Rio insisted.

"In that case, get in Zane's car and take a trip. When the cops finally pull you over you will have three years friend-free in prison," Valerie now interjected.

"Ha!" Rio snorted. "That's no good. Zane already promised to break me out if I get sent away."

"Zane," groaned Valerie, "do you have even a passing acquaintance with common sense?"

"I get a lot of that," I answered. "What now, Rio?"

"I go back to my room," she sighed, "apologize to Mercy, then come back upstairs and work out a deal with Vivian for use of your room."

"No tying them up and gagging Vivian and Barbie Lynn in their sleep," I cautioned Rio.

"Fuck you," Rio muttered darkly. "Fuck you and your mind-reading ability. Fine, I'll be good...okay, I'll be as good as I can be." With that, Rio tossed me back my keys and then bounded downstairs and out the door.

"I swear to God I would have tossed her out a window by now, if I were you," Valerie snorted.

"Mmmm...she grows on you...kind of like a tapeworm," I chuckled.

"I think my invitation to catch a bullet has been voided now that you have your keys back," Valerie noted. "I'll catch you tomorrow night."

"Sure thing, but I may need you for that 'thing' if I can set up a meeting," I replied. That thing was meeting up with a possible undercover officer which held the possibility of being a real disaster. Valerie was being kind enough to ignore her instincts, and her advice to me, by helping me out.

Valerie shook her head in skeptical amusement at my poor decision-making before we walked back upstairs. That bit of drama over, I swooped in, picked up Iona (figuratively) and escaped my room before anyone else could intervene. I thought we were doing quite well until I spotted someone sitting on the hood of my car...with a suitcase.

"Hey, Paige, what's up?" I inquired with a good deal of exasperation. It was kind of stupid, actually. I knew exactly what she was doing here; I hadn't invited her and I didn't want her coming along on Iona's weekend.

"I thought I'd let you spend the weekend with me," Paige smiled smugly. A light breeze tossed her alabaster hair across her translucent albino features. "You are late, by the way."

"No, Paige, this is Iona's..." I started to say.

"It would be wonderful spending the weekend with you, Paige," Iona stepped up and hugged her. "It will be so great; their house is huge, Aunt Jill is so kind, and there is the sorority right next door."

"Okay, Paige, you can come along, but this is a no sex weekend. Are we clear?" I warned her.

"We'll see," Paige smirked.

"I plan to sleep both nights in his bed, completely naked and rubbing against him," Iona beamed.

"He'll crack," Paige wagered.

"No, he won't. I trust him," Iona pledged. Paige appraised me for a second.

"Okay, I'm game. We'll see if we can break him," Paige allowed. I once joked with some Kappa Sigmas about joining a monastery. I'm being driven to reconsider that option. After that exchange I was happy enough to make it to my home in one piece. I'd have been happier if there wasn't a police car in the driveway.

I was walking onto the porch when my ladies spoke up.

"Zane, why would the police be here?" Iona worried.

"Zane, if they arrest you and I then attack them, will they let us share a cell?" Paige mused.

"Iona, I have a few ideas and none of them are good," I responded. "Paige, they don't house men and women together, but I can probably smuggle a message to your side and tell all the lesbians what a screamer you are."

Iona didn't get to question and Paige didn't get pick on me before I opened the door and went inside.

"Hey, Aunt Jill," I called out, "I'm home and I've brought Iona Beckett and Paige Zeller with me." We had already talked over Iona's stay with Jill; Paige would be a whole new series of complicated hurdles.

"Zane," Aunt Jill greeted me heartily. She was coming off her lounger while Officer Danica Campbell rose from the sofa and gave me a measured look.

"This is Officer Campbell of the Lancaster Police and she has an official criminal matter to discuss with you," Jill finished in a worried tone.

"Mr. Braxton, if I could have a word with you on the porch," Danica put forth the question that wasn't really a request.

"Of course, officer," I responded. "Ladies, could you please hang out here with Aunt Jill for a few minutes and I should be back as soon as possible."

I walked back to the porch. When Danica passed me, I shut the door and we turned to face one another.

"Zane," Danica smiled.

"Hey, it is good to see you, Officer Danica Campbell, but I have a feeling this isn't a social call," I sighed.

"You are correct. There was an incident at the Dixie Roadhouse last night and your name came up during the inquiry. The Sheriff's Department contacted the PD and I decided that it would be more discrete that I meet you at your home as opposed to on campus," Danica related. "What can you tell me about the Dixie Roadhouse?"

"I went there with a few buddies, got into a fight, and beat a Warlord named Big Ted into unconsciousness," I informed Danica.

"What do you know about a guy named Peter 'Deacon' Baker?" Danica asked.

"He's like a big deal with the local chapter but I don't actually know the guy," I replied. She studied me for a moment then appeared to accept me at my word.

"This is a different crop of girls," she said with smirk.

"Yes, they are friends of mine. Iona is a best bud and Paige is...Paige. She's very smart but very hard to get along with at times too," I explained.

"How is your other friend?" She tried to sound casual. "I was curious if she'd be here tonight."

"I'll tell her that," I grinned. "It will make her week when she hears you've asked about her. She still thinks you are very special."

"She's quite a handful," she grinned back. "Not that I'm complaining. I can hardly get over the sensation of her nipples on my back as she drove into me." Heaven was going to love that, I was sure.

Her eyes wandered northward to the adjoining property. "More girls?" I followed her gaze to see three Kappa Sigmas coming through the tree-line.

"Those are some Kappa Sigma sorority sisters -- friends of mine. They are cool," I told her.

"Uh-huh," she sounded skeptical. "There has to be a story behind that that statement, I'm willing to bet." She pulled out a business card from her breast pocket. "Here's my card, in case something regarding the case occurs to you...or whatever."

The girls were almost on us so I had to whisper.

"You aren't, like, married, or divorced from somebody with violent tendencies, are you?" I inquired softly.

"No," she chuckled, "and cause for you asking that question has to be yet another interesting story, I'll bet. Maybe you can tell me about it if we get together."

"Mr. Braxton," she said a bit louder as she took a half-step back from me, "have a good weekend and try to stay out of trouble."

"I'll do my best, Officer Campbell," I responded. 

"Ladies," she made a passing recognition of the Kappa Sigs as she left the porch and headed for the car. 

Only when Danica's cruiser pulled onto the road did the Kappas speak.

"Hey, Zane," Leigh spoke up first, "isn't that the speed trap lady?"

"Yeah, she's nailed me before," I admitted, and immediately regretted my choice of words.

"Really?" Paris prodded me. "Isn't she a bit old for you?"

"No -- speed trap -- she pulled me over but I got off with a warning ticket," I back-pedaled.

"So, she got you off," Ferrara skewered me. "Which of her orifices was required for that?"

"Aarrrgghhh," I cried heavenward. "Fine, Iona and Paige Keller are inside. Together with Jill, they will be making dinner for those of us who care to share our table. I have to go a bar and pay off a biker gang chieftain before he hunts me down and kills me."

"Can we come along?" Leigh smiled. "We don't want to fight or anything like that, but I'd like to get some video of it...in case something fun happens."

"That's right," Ferrara joked. "Something like him being beaten up, shot, stabbed, or killed. Leigh, Zane has sustained two beatings on our behalf. Let's not go for a third time before the month's out."

"He didn't take a beating in the second fight," Paris corrected her sister. She was right; in the fight at the mall my opponents hadn't landed a blow.

"I heard he was pretty roughly abused when he went to jail over that," Ferrara gave me a knowing smile.

"All that conjecture is fascinating, ladies, but I do have a guy to pay off so go inside, make yourself at home, and I'll be back soon," I announced. I kissed each sister; Ferrara on the cheek, Paris on the lips, and Leigh with a tonsillectomy. I double-timed it to my car and didn't look back.

THE FADING LIGHT AND THE TIME LORD MAFIA

I made it to the Dixie Roadhouse five minutes late. There were only fifteen bikes parked out front so I figured that if something went wrong I'd only be kinda dead, as opposed to the totally dead -- killed in five or more fashions. There were three biker babes outside the door, drinking beers and talking; one was thankfully Willa. I made sure I had the money before disembarking from my car and heading in.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 23



"Hi there, Zane," Willa greeted me. I recalled that Belle would be working at the bar near UV campus tonight and tomorrow.

"Hey, Willa, Katt, and Janet," I grinned. "Willa, if I get out of this, can I have a moment of your time when I get back?"

"Sure," Willa seemed curious. "I would like to talk to you too." That was a bit odd but okay. 

When I entered the Dixie Roadhouse it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust but I knew where Deacon's table was from my last visit. Deacon was there with two of his associates, all in similar states of disrepair.

My first thought was: What in the hell happened to them? The second was: Wow, they let someone in a half-body cast out of the hospital rather quickly these days. It looked like a herd of water buffalo had worked out the dance routine from that prison scene in the play Chicago -- he had it coming -- all over their bodies. None of his infirmities kept Deacon from glaring with horrible malevolence at me as I approached.

"Here is your five thousand dollars," I stated as I lay the envelope on the table. None of them made a move on the money and I began to worry. Then I took in the full effects of their injuries and I figured out that not one of the three could reach over and get it. I opted to push the money across the table to the closest cripple. One of the guys managed, with some pain, to pick up the envelope and count the money.

"It is all here," the guy mumbled to Deacon. I could see in Deacon's eyes that his hate for me was far from quenched but I didn't know why. It wasn't like I came back and kicked his ass...oh fuck, maybe I had.

"I'll be going, then," I said as I backed up four steps. "I hope you feel better next time we meet." With that, I rapidly evacuated myself from the building. 

I found myself de-stressing next to Willa outside.

"So, who in the hell fucked up Deacon and his buddies that bad?" I inquired. 

"Some people were hoping you could tell us," Willa prodded.

"It wasn't me if that is what you are worried about," I assured her. "Tell me what happened."

"From what little we've been told or been able to figure out, Deacon and his two senior officers stepped out to their rides around 11:30 last night when they got jumped," Willa related.

"Then it gets weird...weirder," Katt continued. "Their attackers dragged them thirty yards over to the electrical shed," she pointed. That way no one could see them from the bar.

"Then they proceeded to beat the ever-living hell out of them," Janet concluded, then took a swig of beer. I had to think about that for a moment.

"Didn't they see who did it?" I questioned.

"Blackbeard and Booth (who I assumed were the other two broken bikers) were knocked out before they saw anything and Deacon hasn't related what he saw -- his jaw is wired shut because it's been broken in four places," Willa tried and failed to hide her grin. I had to think about that for a second; Deacon's jaw looked like it was carved out of granite.

"Ladies (an affectation they found amusing), if Deacon and his two buddies had gotten into a fight outside the Roadhouse, wouldn't the rest of you come running...and wouldn't they have called out if they saw a gang of guys they didn't know coming toward them?" I ruminated. 

"That makes sense," Katt confirmed, "but what does that mean?"

"One person," I muttered; "one really, really skilled person."

"No way," Janet shook her head.

"I can and have one-punched a person and I'm only so good," I countered. "I would have figured out which bike was Deacon's, picked the third one closer to the door to hide behind. After that, when he passed by me, I would come around the bike at a crouch-run and kick the closest target where the ear and jaw meet. If I do it right his brain beats around inside his skull a few times and it's lights out," I explained.

"It looks like you've given this some thought," Willa observed.

"No; the move is standard kick-boxing and the tactics are the usual for ambushing a dangerous animal. If you come at it head-on, you might still win but the price is much higher. Deacon and the other two talking in a place they felt safe was the 'distraction' for the ambush," I explained.

"Oh," Willa contemplated the scenario. I could see her eyes walk over the parking lot as she considered the events playing out.

"Of course, that still leaves you facing two opponents -- right around six feet and 220 to 240 who are adept at violence," I pointed out.

"If you could hit the second guy the same way fast enough and somehow render the last one incapable of speech..." Willa concluded. "You would have to be insanely fast and if someone was that good, what would they be doing at a biker bar in Lancaster, Virginia?"

"Don't you know? This is the destination of choice for all international assassins on the run?" I joked. "Willa, can I have that moment now?" She shrugged, grinned, and walked with me to my car. It was refreshing to be side-by-side with a woman not interested in jumping my bones. If she'd been a lesbian instead of what she was, it would have been perfect.

"You are too young for me, Zane," Willa headed me off.

"Cool," I answered, which was not what she expected. "I need to talk with you a bit but not here. I don't want to risk anyone else listening in." Now Willa appeared to be curious.

"Okay. The abandoned roadside motel on Chandler Road, 2:00 pm tomorrow," she responded.

"Thanks, Willa. And also, do you know where I can get some fake ID's?" I asked as I got into my car.

"I'll see what I can dig up," Willa smirked. She rejoined her buddies on the porch and was chatting away as I took off for home.

I knew that my ordeal for this evening was far from over. There still was the hurdle of finding a place for Paige to sleep and making sure she stayed in the room Jill and I agreed on. The struggle with Jill over Rio had been epic enough; I certainly didn't expect the sounds of women's laughter and modern music to be the first thing I heard when I stepped out of my ride.

Mind you, Jill thought Rio still had moral fiber. If I told Rio she had even a single moral fiber left she'd span Heaven and Earth hunting the mythical beast down a la King Pellinore. On the plus side, Aunt Jill knew nothing of Paige so I could play up that angle. I walked indoors to a chorus of 'hey' and 'Zane' coming from the kitchen.

I strode into a flurry of dinner-prep activity. Apparently we were attempting Italian sausage ravioli, broccoli & carrots, mashed potatoes, salad, and gazpacho. Okay, I was pretty sure Jill thought ravioli was the invention of Chef Boyardee and gazpacho was some town in the former Yugoslavia so I had to wonder what the fuck was going on.

As if life wasn't interesting enough, Leigh glided up, greeted me again while whipping up the mashed potatoes, and then kissed me in a way that could only be called familial if both our last names were Borgia. Oh, and she did it with Jill staring right at us.

"I'm thinking of stripping you down and tying you up," I whispered in her ear.

"I like the sound of that," she snarled playfully in return.

"Then I'm going to leave you for a bunch of blindfolded kindergarteners to play finger-paint with," I snickered.

"Ouch," she recoiled. "Wait, what does that make me, molester and molestee?"

"Before or after you get revenge on me?" I joked.

"Zane," Paige materialized at my side, "what are you two talking about?"

"Gak!" I squawked. "Woman, what are you, The Cat that Walks Through Walls?"

"Schrödinger's Cat," Paige gleefully corrected. Leigh's eyes were still bugged out from Paige's sudden appearance.

Leigh gingerly poked Paige with her right forefinger while holding the bowl cradled in her left arm.

"Are you real?" Leigh prodded my albino stealth-monkey.

"Are these real?" Paige countered, massaging Leigh's breasts vigorously. Thankfully for me, Leigh's body shielded that action from Jill's eyes.

"Enough, Paige -- Leigh. I've got to talk to Jill about Paige's sleeping arrangements and right now she is in a good mood," I instructed this micro-gathering of ladies.

"Oh, it's okay," Paige smirked. "Iona vouched for me so I'm sleeping with you guys." I clearly looked incredulous. I mean, it took me hours working on Jill to get things like that done last time and Jill has known me for years. Whoops; that might be the problem.

"Wow, your nipples are really getting hard," Paige giggled softly to Leigh. She had continued to caress Leigh's goodies while I'd been working things out mentally. Leigh could have backed up; she could have swatted Paige's hands away or at least worn a bra. "Zane, does the 'no sex' rule apply to the whole weekend or only to the house?"

"Mmmm...a no sex rule?" Leigh licked her lips.

"Yes. Zane has forsworn sex for himself all weekend long," Paige whispered...while still teasing Leigh's nipples. "Iona and I plan to sleep cuddled next to him totally naked. We even have a little something extra planned for tonight."

"Why don't you tell me all about it? Zane, take the bowl," Leigh shoved the bowl and mixing spoon into my stomach. Paige and Leigh quickly slipped out of the room and disappeared from sight and sound. For some perverse reason I thought that if you slept with one girl, then slept with another one who had possessiveness issues, there would be a disagreement -- silly me.

Dinner was odd yet enjoyable with the six ladies and me. We ate, talked, even laughed a bit. The Kappa Sigmas and us FFU's exchanged anecdotes of our not so radically different campus lives. Girls ran in clumps (cliques, posses, BFFs, what have you), teachers still came in three flavors -- wonderful, indifferent, and outright wretched, and they liked to talk about the myriad interests -- boys (or girls) -- that intrigued them.

After dinner was cleaned up and leftovers put away we migrated to the living room. We watched a little TV and I was introduced to a yet-to-be-experienced modern phenomena -- the battle for the remote control: the Sorority edition. Apparently it is a combination of Machiavellian politics, mortal combat, and the exploration of sexual frontiers.

Had I known it was this much fun, I would have introduced it to my room on the first weekend. As it was, your ally one moment would betray you by choosing the Women's Network the next. You can defend yourself by whatever means necessary -- be it tickling with fingers and toes (damn Iona's short, flexible legs), grabbing and fondling the breasts (or my package), nipple pulls, kissing, and your normal wrestling moves. 

At its culmination, I was triple-tackled over the back of the sofa by Leigh, Paris, and Ferrara. I gamely held onto the remote and lue loods until my ally Paige rescued the device. I celebrated my victory for all of two seconds before Enchanted came on -- I had been deceived! There was a vague awareness on my part of Iona tumbling with Paige but I had my own problems.

"I don't have the remote anymore, Ferrara," I reminded her quietly. There was no need to freak out Aunt Jill who was all of ten feet away -- in her chair on the other side of the sofa.

"You don't have the remote and I don't have underwear," Ferrara leered down at me. She was sitting on my chest and was pressing her hands down on my elbows. The implication of that statement wasn't lost on me.

"I'm trying to have a no-sex weekend, honest," I pleaded.

"We knew about it before we came over," Leigh giggled, "and we don't believe it."

"And that is why we are all not wearing underwear," Paris teased.

"How did you find out about this and why are you tempting me?" I was afraid of the answer.

"Oh, the challenge is on your website," Ferrara grinned down at me, "as well as a suggestion list for achieving penetration from you." Oh, I was wrong; this answer was much worse than what I had been imagining.

"This has gone all over UV, hasn't it?" I groaned.

"Yep," Leigh snickered, "along with you and Barbie Lynn in the shower...all forty heart-racing minutes of it."

"Oh, Fucking God!" I screamed out in soul-wrenching anguish.

"What?" Jill inquired.

"Zane got a splinter and we are trying to work it out," Leigh answered. "We'll keep on him until we are satisfied that it is taken care of."

"I think we are going to have to suck on it," Paris giggled. Iona promptly appeared, leaning over the sofa.

"No, I think Zane's difficulties will be dealt with right before bedtime when we can get a good look at things," Iona insisted. I was saved!

"Oh, come on," Ferrara muttered.

"I imagine a little kiss on the lips wouldn't be out of order as a reward for your compassion," Iona offered as an appeasement. Ferrara looked down at me, her eyes smoldering.

"Okay," the three sorority girls agreed. What that meant for my immediate well-being was less obvious. Paris and Leigh massaged my cock a few more times, to the point I would have been grinding my teeth in frustration had it not been for Ferrara; apparently a 'kiss on the lips' meant something else to her.

Ferrara did a one-armed push up, worked her shorts down then off before shuffling forward on her knees to my face. She glowed lustfully down at me. This would be the point where I showed how perturbed I was about these ladies coming over and sexually assaulting me in my Aunt's house. Come on, who do they think I am? It's not like I go over to their house and...ah, damn it.

I grabbed each of Ferrara's butt cheeks and drew her lips over mine. As I pulled us into contact -- I didn't want to have to arch my neck to do what I wanted to do -- her legs spread wide to either side of my head. I waggled my tongue in deep for my initial approach. She was very richly wet with an enticing aroma. While soaking in all of this stimulation I was also convincing myself that I was still remaining true to my pledge...then Paris and Leigh began unbuckling, unzipping, and yanking my pants down.

"Hey," hissed Iona, barely above a whisper, "stop that." According to later accounts, one or both of the Kappa Sigmas looked up and gave Iona a raspberry. I was buried in Ferrara's honey box at the time, launching my own oral perversions. Normally I focus on having my woman enjoy the experience. In Ferrara's case, I wanted her to cum hard, fast, and soon.

I opened my mouth as wide as possible and sucked as much of her sex in as I could, then thrashed my tongue about violently. Next I tucked my tongue, scooped up her clit in a tight embrace and rubbed it over the ridges of my teeth. Ferrara bucked away from the move but I held on to her deliciously plush ass. I let her clit slip between my lip and tongue and rolled it over in a less vigorous pattern which calmed her down.

"Ah...God...ah...God," she whistled through clenched teeth. I would have grinned but I already had plans for my lips and teeth. I used my stiffened lower lip to part her labia that allowed my tongue to get a 'running start' at her clit from beneath. I didn't roll over the clitoris but crested the tip, rubbed my tongue there, and then retreated to repeat the process again. 

Every lap stole a breath from Ferrara; every withdrawal caused her to tilt her hips to prolong contact. She clued us in to the close proximity of her climax by slamming a fist against the floor twice in rapid succession. Iona slipped a throw-pillow down to Ferrara but it took the girl a moment to realize it was there. Thankfully, she was able to grab it just in time. Ferrara placed it on the floor, pushed her face into it, and screamed.

I swear to God it wasn't my name she screamed. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

"Zane?" Jill called to me with curiosity.

"We've almost got that splinter taken care of," Paris piped up. Leigh would have agreed with that lie but she had nearly half my cock down her throat. According to Bill Clinton, a former President of the United States, this is not sex so my pledge was still good.

At that time Iona disappeared from sight and I had a difficult time believing she had abandoned me. Ferrara slumped down between my body and the back of the sofa, resting a knee on my chest. She was still taking deep, ragged breaths brought about by her orgasm. 

"Are you okay?" I whispered to Ferrara. She just gave me a weird smile. 

Leigh switched up with Paris, letting Paris put her lips on my cockhead and lick around the circumference. I propped my body up on my elbows so I could make eye contact.

"Come on -- stop it," I hissed to Paris and Leigh.

Leigh grinned seductively and shook her head. Paris rocked her head from side to side, which felt nice, but clearly wasn't about to stop.

"Basement," Ferrara commented. I had to assume that was a reference to the secret basement the Kappa Sigmas kept male sexual prisoners in, which may or may not have existed. They threatened me with it regularly so I had reason to be worried. The Kappa Sigmas responded with nods (brief in Paris' case) while I responded with a loud slap to Ferrara's inviting backside. She glared at me with a surprised and offended 'O' on her lips.

That reaction turned out to be more useful than I realized. Iona came speeding down the hallway from the kitchen with two tall glasses of ice water. At the last second the three realized she was coming but all Leigh could do was turn on her side. Iona dumped the glasses on Leigh and Paris. Leigh gasped and Paris shrieked (being the least aware of what was coming her way).

"I'm sorry, Aunt Jill," Iona said to our host to preempt the required question. "I had to put out a fire," she finished while looking down at the two top-soaked girls. Damn, Leigh has some really nice nipples. "I'm going to go fill these back up and get some paper towels to clean up this mess," Iona gave us all a cautionary look. "Ferrara, you dropped something," Iona indicated Ferrara's shorts with a tip of one of the glasses. 

"What the hell?" growled Paris softly.

"She told you to stop that," I warned her. "Now we can go upstairs and I will give you some of my t-shirts to wear."

"I'm going to get Iona for this," Leigh grumbled.

"Me too," Paris added. My silence hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Zane, are you going to get in the way of our vengeance?" Ferrara questioned.

"Oh, hell no," I promised. "See, Iona and Paige are part of a group at FFU called the Science Club but in reality, they are the Time Lord Mafia. If you go after them, I'm running for cover. I promise I'll remember ya'll fondly."

"Oh, come on now," Ferrara rolled her eyes.

"Check that: I'll remember you fondly if they let me keep those memories. If you don't believe me, look up," I cautioned them. We all looked up and there was Paige who had been invisibly looking down on us, listening in.

"Hello, Ladies. Zane, I like that -- the Time Lord Mafia," Paige blessed me with a radiant smile. "I'll let Cordelia know and I'll even give you credit for the name." She pulled out her phone and proceeded to do just that.

"Zane, we are an international sisterhood," Ferrara stated smugly. "This Science Club is what; fifteen girls?"

"Hey, if you want every water source in your house to pump out Tang, be my guest," I chuckled. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Iona reappeared, gliding back with a towel over her arm and a full glass in each arm."

"Zane, we are a sorority; we can deal with this," Leigh smirked as she and Paris stood. Ferrara began wiggling back into her shorts.

"Leigh Douglas: born August 20th, age 21, majoring at the University of Virginia -- Lancaster with a grade point average of 3.3. Your first dog was a silver Yorkshire terrier named Buttons," Iona stated calmly. "Leigh, we like to know who is spending time with Zane. Paige, what would we do first?"

"I'm partial to re-routing all their information services to the Delta Omegas," Paige mused, citing one of their major sorority rivals, "including giving them access to their private Facebook accounts. I mean, nothing says "call me back for a second date" like a relationship status update that reads 'My herpes has almost cleared up'."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 23



"Huh?" Leigh finally managed to articulate.

"Time Lord Mafia," I reiterated. "It is far better to have them as -- if not allies, at least thinking fondly of you. Which reminds me: Cordelia knows I'm gunning for her; right?"

"Yep," Iona responded. 

"She's starting to get really curious what you are going to do." Paige hinted for a clue.

"Whoa," Ferrara jumped back in, "how come you can go after them but we can't, assuming that this Cordelia is one of them."

"I live without fear," I boasted.

"We need him alive and apparently a medically induced coma isn't an acceptable solution," Paige corrected me in a terrifyingly clinical manner.

By the way, I was pulling my underwear and pants back on and I had no idea what Aunt Jill was making of this conversation -- what she could catch of this over that damn 'Enchanted' movie.

"So, what is the plan, Zane?" Paige kept prying.

"I withhold comment because anything I say will be used to undermine my intentions," was all I gave her. You see -- I had no plan. 

"Oh, you have no plan," Ferrara, Paige, Paris, and Leigh stated simultaneously. I had to imagine that Iona hadn't spoken because she didn't want to finish stomping on what remained of my dignity.

"Do not be upset," Iona knelt down and comforted me. "When a guy has something, he brags about it, even if only by oblique reference. It is basic human nature."

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 penis. 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 butts.

"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 dick 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. 



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 24



*Running into a wall is bad, having it fall on you is worse but not being missed is the worst*

(Much talking; not too much sex)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

BEYOND BED AND BREAKFAST

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 fiancé 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 doing with my keys?" I sounded a bit cross. Paige squeezed my hand tightly, expressing her own tension.

"Paige gave them to me to use last night," Leigh gulped.

"You are hopeless as a conspirator," Paige growled at Leigh. I took a deep breath instead. I was going to have as little stress in my morning as possible.

"Please give them to Iona in the kitchen, Leigh," I sighed. A quick look to Paige showed her that I wasn't angry so she didn't resist as I resumed our journey.

Out on the porch I took a large, cushioned, low-swung wooden chair and sat down.

"It's cold out here," Paige shivered. I responded by pulling her into my lap. It took her a moment to figure out what to do with herself. She settled on sitting sideways with her left arm over my shoulder and her head laying on top of it.

It took twenty-five minutes for Iona to come out and get us.

"Breakfast," Iona said. I looked at her curiously, trying to judge how she was taking the loss of the time promised to her this weekend. She winked and went back inside so I guessed everything was okay and our weekend postponed.

"Do you want to go inside?" I gently inquired of Paige.

"Two more minutes," she whispered. I kissed her on the head and listened to the breeze in the leaves, the birds chatting in the trees, and her breath on my neck. Slowly her head rose after the two minutes had passed and she was staring at me, or rather at the side of my head.

"Yes?" I asked, as I turned and looked into her eyes.

"You are so dumb," she whispered. Paige kissed me with a tenderness that bespoke a depth of passion that I had not fully realized.

"I wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the world," I breathed back.

"I would have been better off if I had turned away that very first day I saw you," she got around to responding. I knew she was saying that she could come up with no quick strategy for getting Christina out of the way and that perplexed her. I had to do something.

"Don't forget to get that seat cushion," I joked. She seemed a bit cross, then grinned.

"If I let you do something else to my bottom will you forgive me?" she teased me with a sensual butt wiggle.

"Really?" I perked up. Paige wouldn't consider anal sex before now, though I was all for it.

"No!" she giggled. Paige leapt off my lap and raced inside. I made a grab for Paige with no intent of ensnaring her -- she was having too much fun being pursued, and pursue I did.

"Help me!" Paige squealed. "Help me; he's trying to get my bottom!" So much for any sense of decorum, I sighed. Paige made it to the dining room and quickly was using Leigh as a shield. Jill looked at me quizzically while Iona gave a weary sigh and looked heavenward for guidance.

"So, Leigh, are you joining us for breakfast?" I obfuscated the crisis.

"Yes," Leigh hesitated. "Your Aunt Jill is thanking me for finding your keys."

"If that is okay with you, Zane?" Jill demurred. Huh...and by that I mean, since when has my opinion in this household been sought or even obeyed?

"If it pleases you, Jill, I wouldn't mind eating Leigh" -- I had a slip of the tongue -- "I mean eating with Leigh." 

Leigh's eyes sparkled and Jill totally missed the implication (I assumed because 'eat' a girl made no sense to her sexually repressed mind.) Iona gave my arm a light slap.

"Have a seat, Leigh," Jill smiled in a way I wasn't familiar with; it was almost like she was content. The resulting meal of country ham, grits, and cantaloupe was simple but satisfying.

We were all hot, sweaty, and laboring for breath. Had we been in bed and undressed, the situation would have been perfect. Instead, we were in my workout room...working out. I had allowed an hour to digest our meal but now we were finishing my daily physical regimen. Paige and Leigh were on their backs, staring at the ceiling and cursing the fact that I was finishing up my final exercise.

Iona was on her stomach on the mat next to me, moaning softly. I seriously considered insisting that Paige and Iona take up a sport. Leigh was another story, but I'm sure I could get Tawny, her sorority president, to get her to do something strenuous...that didn't involve me and sex.

"I have given up any hope of ever fucking you to death..." Leigh panted as she looked my way.

"Thanks," I grinned back.

"...without the help of several sisters..." Leigh gasped as Paige lazily smacked her on the stomach, "...to wear you down first. I don't know how Barbie Lynn can walk after those marathon sessions with you."

"It usually involves screaming out to God multiple times and a long nap afterwards," Iona groaned.

"So," Leigh sat up, "have either of you..."

"Hammered me through the sheets, and I swear I blacked out as I came," Paige boasted wearily.

"Mmmm," Leigh purred, "good memories." Have I left the room? Should I hand out customer satisfaction surveys?

"That night was fantastic, wasn't it?" Iona sighed.

"Three damn orgasms I'll never forget, and then there was Rio and her devilish fingers," Leigh murmured happily.

"Wait! Iona, you and Zane...Rio too?" Paige propped herself up. 

"He was a very gentle gentleman," Iona declared.

"Oh," taunted Leigh to Iona, "I recall you doing quite a savage dance on the tip of his tongue." Iona blushed and Paige gawked.

"So that three-way with you and Barbie Lynn wasn't your first time...well, what do you know?" Paige mused.

"All this physical stress has me thirsty," Leigh stated.

"Yes, I think a protein drink is in order," Paige agreed, and winked at me.

"Oh, hell no!" I defended myself. "Me -- no sex weekend -- remember?"

"But, Zane," Iona rolled over and batted her eyelashes at me, "it was so sweet and salty."

"Iona..." I nearly wept.

"I apologize, Zane," Iona pouted. "I was only teasing."

"I can always hope to soak up some of that sexual energy at 12:01 Sunday night," Paige sighed.

"Nope -- sorry -- going out with Heaven Sunday night," I informed them.

"Oh, pooh," Iona grumped. "She'll drain him alright."

"Is Heaven really that good?" Leigh seemed curious.

"Let's not have this discussion," I stood up. I was ignored of course.

"Oh, he goes at her five, six, seven times a night," Iona stated. "She walks funny the next day too."

"How come there is never any footage of them together?" Leigh persisted. "You would think with that much sexuality and the howling she made from our towel closet at the party that there would be something on his site."

"I am not going to be part of this discussion," I repeated as I made for the door. "Now I'm taking a shower." For a group of girls who couldn't stand a minute ago, they clearly were capable of nearly killing me as they stampeded for the shower -- women.

Before Iona and I got in, I held her back by the arm.

"Five, six, seven times...walks funny the next morning...I'm sure Heaven will like that," I whispered.

"I thought a little embellishment couldn't hurt," Iona smiled with an earnestly pure face. She knew Heaven's nature and would help conceal it until Heaven decided it was no longer necessary; Iona was that kind of best friend.

"Do you ever get tired picking up after my shipwrecks?" I had to ask.

"Come on, Zane," Paige called from inside the shower as the water cascaded down on her and Leigh. I decided that keeping them occupied was my best bet to keep the volume down. As I pulled the curtain aside, I caught a glimpse of Iona behind me, shaking her head 'No'.

UNDERCOVER AND UNDERAGE

Willa was waiting for Valarie and I when we arrived. She had strategically placed her bike at a break between the groups of hotel units so she could quickly duck out of sight. I had no desire to do anything stupid like get in a fight. She rested on the seat of her ride. I was following Val's advice so I pulled up some distance away and kept to the middle of the parking lot because you never knew what could come popping out a door.

I approached alone -- again, I didn't want to freak Willa out any more than she already was.

"I've got a line on those IDs," she greeted me. I'd asked her for some fake IDs so me and some of the girls could get into clubs.

"Yeah," I said deadpan, "I'm sure you did."

She keyed on my mood but didn't outwardly react. How should I handle this?

"Willa, you are an undercover cop," I sighed. "I don't know who you are with and I don't care. I don't want to cause you trouble, I simply want a favor." Willa rocked off her ride and took a few steps toward me.

"Asshole," she growled, "that isn't funny. I ought to fucking slap you like the punk-ass bitch you are."

"You won't -- you are a cop and that's still assault because I'm not threatening you or threatening to blow your cover so that your life would be at risk," I related. Seeing Willa's consternation, I explained. "Valarie has been through this a time or two."

"Zane, I'm not a cop and I'm not kicking your ass because you are a cute guy, but stop screwing with me," Willa changed up her defense.

"Fine," I shrugged. "I'm going to have a talk with Belle. I'm sure she will believe me. I felt I owed you a chance because you are a law enforcement officer and you are risking your life for me, the general public."

"Don't go to Belle," Willa reached out and put an arm on my bicep. "It doesn't matter that your idea is a load of crap; Belle will tell Deacon and then I'm screwed."

"Willa, you can walk away from this situation whenever you want," I told her. "Belle can't. This is her life and I'd prefer she not die living it."

"Zane, you hadn't even met her before Thursday night." she groused.

"That's pretty much what I said," Valarie finally chimed in. "I'm only here because Zane doesn't know anyone else who could be relied on to keep their mouth shut."

"You don't believe this crap about me being a Fed, do you?" Willa joked.

"Absolutely," Valarie said without hesitation. "Zane is crazy but he's spot-on when dealing with women. Case in point: Zane took that little fluff with him to the bathroom while peeling off Rio's girlfriend, a black belt in Karate, to guard me. He knew he would get you bitches to give Rio up, though he didn't have a plan going in. If he tells me you are a cop, you are a cop."

I clearly had Willa flummoxed. After a minute in silence I shook off Willa's hand and turned for my car. I stopped when I had the door open.

"I'm going to see Belle at the Fallout Shelter tonight," I said. "If you do something to stop me, I'll make sure Tara knows, and while she and Belle have problems, they are twins and she won't let her sister do serious time."

"I'm not confessing to anything but I think there is something you should know. Deacon Baker served with Belle's husband and brother. Her brother-in-law ran the Warlords chapter but he and his brother got caught up in an ATF sting. They wrapped up Belle's husband but before they could grab the brother -- who could tie up the whole criminal enterprise -- he vanished. He was last seen with Deacon," Willa explained. 

"Deacon didn't wait around to see if the guy would stay loyal; he removed the threat," Willa added. "If he thinks I'm a threat, he'll have me removed too."

"Cry me a river," Valarie rolled her eyes. "You are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

"I'm not a damn cop," Willa snarled.

"Where are you from?" I asked Willa. I caught her off-guard but she snapped back soon enough.

"Tampa Bay, Florida," she shot off.

"Nope. I think you are from Wisconsin or Minnesota -- it's your skin complexion and the way you roll some of your consonants off your tongue and lips," I said. Willa's eyes narrowed. Now she was pissed.

"Are you going to shoot us with the 9mm at your back or help Zane out'?" Valarie sounded bored.

"This is totally wrong," Willa persisted. She tried to stare me down but I could see something inside give way. "I'm not saying I am an undercover cop but if I was, what would you want?"

"Give Belle as much shelter as you can. Hopefully she ends up with probation," I offered.

"What is in it for me?" Willa sighed.

"What can I do for you?" I answered.

"Do you know who took out Deacon?" Willa inquired.

"Yes," I replied. I could feel Valarie's head snap behind me and her eyes bore into the back of my head.

"Who was it?" Willa increased her intensity.

"I would tell you but I like living without the benefit of life support," I joked.

"I'd cry bullshit, damn you, except I saw the beating they took and that scares the crap out of me," Willa grumbled. "Okay, Zane, if you ever get the chance to tell me, do so."

"Deal," I agreed.

"Great; we are all friends," Valarie stated sarcastically. "Now fuck his face, suck his dick, and we can get going; I have to eat dinner with my sister, Dad, and the cunt he married."

"What?" I glared at Valarie.

"No way!" Willa declared.

"Listen, bitch, you are going to need to describe what it feels like on your tongue from the ball-sack to the tip of his cock," Valarie lectured.

"I've seen a video," Willa countered.

"And you are such a bang-up storyteller that the 18-year old boy genius ID'd you in two minutes, or have you missed the last ten minutes of your life?" Valarie mocked her.

"He seems to be the exception," Willa noted.

"The average girl that attracts Zane's attention can do calculus in her head, and the one who can't is his family," Valarie responded. 




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 24



"Now consider his interest in Belle; she's probably a poor girl raised in a college town. That means she could have gone to college but was already soured on the whole establishment idea by a string of college fuck wads. Her sister went on to become a Law-dog that busts UV assholes all day long; Belle became an ass-kicker who flaunts her body at a bar frequented by the very higher education types that screwed with her in high school," Valarie continued. I wasn't sure how much of this Val was fabricating but it didn't matter.

"Now she dangles her forbidden fruit in front of them, yet none ever get a taste -- am I wrong?" Valarie queried. "You see an outlaw biker and think they are too lazy or stupid to get a real job. I see someone who wants to do their own damn thing -- you don't fuck with us and we don't fuck with you."

"Belle is smarter than you think she is, Willa, or whoever you are. If you don't think you are fucked yet, consider this: When was the last time Belle gave a college guy the time of day, much less walked one out of a beat-down dictated by her chapter president?" Valarie smirked. "Zane had me fighting side-by-side with him against half of the FFU faculty and students so I can attest to his peculiar form of magic."

"Fuck," Willa growled.

"Now, get on your knees and blow him so we can all go about our business," Valarie rumbled back.

"I'm still in the midst of a no-sex weekend so I'm going to say 'No'," I intervened.

"Can't we just shake and part as friends?" Willa tried.

"At least kiss him," Valarie suggested.

"Val, stop it. We have some level of understanding and that's good enough for now," I told her. I was checking on Valarie's okay so I only saw Willa's closure at the last moment.

One look into her eyes told me she was deceiving herself that this was going to be a quick kiss to get it over with. Our lips met and my hands found their way to her hips. I pulled her to me without trapping her. A few seconds later she broke the kiss. I could read the confusion in her eyes. Her plan was to do it and be done but her impulse was to come back again.

She kissed me again but his time, her tongue caressed my lips and I let it slip in. After that, I really couldn't stop myself from kissing her back intensely. Soon my lips wandered to her cheeks, chin, and neck before nibbling on an ear until she moaned and thrust up against my body.

"Ugh...ah, fuck," Willa moaned. "It has been too damn long." I rotated us around, pressing Willa's back against my car.

I lowered my body down Willa's, nibbling and tickling with my tongue as I did so until I was chewing on the top of her low-cut t-shirt.

"You are not happily married, are you?" I inquired between a tongue stroke and some suction.

"Mmmm...ah, no." she replied. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't want you to do something you'll regret," I answered before working my way back up her throat. Willa lolled her head back, extending her throat for my attention.

"Nope," she gulped with sexual tension, "no one at all." That was my cue to work with both hands to pull her shirt out of her jeans. That done, I let my fingers roam under the shirt and caress the flesh of her stomach.

"Oh...stop that -- no, wait, don't stop...yessss," Willa moaned. When her shirt was high enough, I began working over her tender flesh. She was clearly getting into it but I wanted more from her. I popped the button on her jeans and unzipped them. Willa's underwear was appropriately lacy. I pulled the panties down as I peeled the jeans open until I could make out her finely trimmed landing strip.

I kissed along the line from her pussy fur to her hip bringing forth a hearty moan of pleasurable release. My fingers made small circles back to her ass, squeezing both cheeks and rubbing them together. Willa was stroking the top of my head and lightly yanking on my hair. I took that to be a positive endorsement of my efforts so far.

When I started back up her body, Willa spread her legs wide apart and coaxed me along. I got to the base of her bra; I could sense her nervousness so I stopped pushing up her shirt there and went back to her shoulder. I had just made it back to Willa's lips when Valarie cleared her throat.

"Excuse me, but I do have somewhere else to be," Valarie teased us. Willa had to reorient herself. The look she gave me was somewhat accusatory but happily, it transformed into some level of understanding.

"Damn, you are sexy," she purred. She rested her elbows on my shoulders and looked me over with sensuality on her lips.

"I mean, you really are sexy and I want to do this again -- and we didn't even have sex yet," Willa grinned.

"What makes you think we are going to have sex? Don't we have a professional relationship?" I mused. Willa reacted by putting more pressure on my shoulders, then hopping up so she could put her legs around my waist.

"I kinda-sorta owe you," she gave me a wicked look. "Besides, you might like it." I had to dissuade her somehow; my life had far too many complications to get this close to the Warlords right now.

"I don't know, Willa. I like lots and lots of anal sex," I cautioned her. I figured that would buy me some space.

"Oh," she grunted, "I love it. A big cock like yours would feel fantastic in my ass," she added with a deep pant. Wow, that backfired spectacularly. Maybe I should inform her that I've been called needle dick by women who know me well. To add insult to injury, Valarie broke out in uproarious laughter.

"There you go, Tiger," Val chuckled. "That will keep her in her place. It just so happens her place is face down and ass up with you riding roundup." Willa took a deep breath, then dismounted me. She patted me on the chest and gave me one final kiss.

"We need to be going," she sighed. "I'll make sure to stay in touch."

Valarie and I waited behind as Willa got on her ride and drove away. Only then did Valarie give me one last jibe herself.

"Dude, I swear your lips are dusted with cocaine because I've never seen women act so nuts around a normal guy," she teased.

"Are you saying I'm abnormal?" I shot back.

"Ha," she laughed. "I'm calling it like I see it. I'd caution you about a girl and handcuffs but you have six sets that I know of so all I can advise is dodging when they shoot at you and lawyer up the moment they read you your rights...and I'm gone."

Her bike roared to life and she peeled out, leaving me to contemplate what further screw-ups I'd added to my life.

Girls...all I can say in any of our defenses is that none of us had been to a college block party except Rio, and we were dumb enough to listen to her advice on what to wear and what it would be like. We didn't even know how screwed we were until we arrived at the party destination and by then, it was too late. My only excuse was that Vivian had sworn Rio and Mercy had behaved themselves last night. Of course, first we had to get the clothes we were going to wear.

The salesgirls eyed us with a devilish curiosity when we filed into the chic women's boutique -- the only one in town. I was getting away with jeans and a red t-shirt from a local band called "Confetti". According to Rio, girls had to dress 'rough and ready', which translated to tight leather pants, shot boots, and either halter tops or sleeveless shirts.

In retrospect, I should have known that when the salesgirls began regarding me as a pimp, I'd fucked up royally. 

"What do you think?" Barbie Lynn came flouncing over to where I was sitting, showing off her bright yellow halter top (that wasn't much into halting anything) and buckskin pants with the prerequisite frills along the outside of each leg.

"Don't those things come with a bra?" I gulped. On the grave of my Viking ancestors, I swear those two orbs were just -- right there, free and mouth-wateringly delicious.

"What?" Barbie pouted. "Don't you like them?" she leaned forward, pressed her boobs together, and wiggled them in front of me.

"Best ever," I panted. Barbie Lynn glowed at that declaration, then turned around and presented her ass mere inches from my face.

"Better than this?" she taunted.

"Ah!" I cried out; my pledge was in immoral danger. I tried to get out of my chair by brushing by her tush but only managed to flip the chair over on its side with me still in it.

Eyes tracked me as I struggled to stand.

"It has the Zane seal of approval," Barbie Lynn addressed the room. "I'll take it." 

"Wait! Zane? THE Zane?" One of the salesgirls inquired. Multiple girls nodded. "That would make you the girl in the shower," she directed to Barbie Lynn.

"Sure thing," Barbie Lynn boasted.

"You've got -- stamina," the other girl blushed, "both of you."

"That's where I've seen all of you before," the first girl said as she put it all together. "Except you," she pointed at Vivian. "Honestly, I was suspicious it was a porn hoax. I mean, what kind of guy scores that many hot babes?"

"Mmmm," Rio patted Mercy's bottom, "we're hot babes."

"Are you two really -- actually..." the second girl stammered to Rio. "You do those things?"

"Do you mean is she my bitch toy? Then yes, she is," Rio answered smugly. "Mercy, lift your top." Mercy paled, gulped, but did as requested. Rio put her arms around Mercy's midsection and pulled her close, latching onto a nipple as they came together. 

"No!" Vivian shouted. "There will be no public displays of pornography." Rio made a lip-smacking noise as her lips released Mercy's breast. Mercy kept her shirt raised as Rio looked back to the salesgirl.

"Satisfied?" Rio gloated. The girl nodded in stunned amazement and Vivian coughed as a reminder. "Mercy, you can lower your shirt now," Rio added without even looking at Mercy.

"Wow, this is so weird." The first girl shook her head, then that light came on and she looked at me with amazement and amusement. "You are trying for your 'No Sex' weekend? Well, if we can't get you laid before this weekend, we aren't selling you the right clothes."

"I'm counting on it," Paige smirked. Her choice was a slick black bustier and leather pants that laced up on the side. In fact, they were more lacing on the sides and less leather. I'm not saying she looked bad; I merely vowed to get a few pictures of her in the outfit for my spank bank collection -- not that I have any realistic hope of spanking the monkey anytime soon.

Whoa, are women I don't even know now ganging up on me? What the hell?

Adelaide and Ginger, our two salesgirls, went all out to get the ladies the skimpiest outfits allowed by law. I didn't mention the occasion because that would make me feel bad about not inviting them.

"So, what are you getting all dressed up...or down for?" Ginger asked innocently enough.

"Oh, there is a college-student-only bloc party tonight. Zane got an invite and he's sneaking us in with him," Iona responded with the naiveté of a girl who had nil knowledge of social networking or class distinction.

"Oh," Ginger muttered, and cast a sideways glance to Adelaide before looking at me. "Well, Addie's husband doesn't like doing that kind of stuff," she said lamely, "and Finn, my boyfriend, has to work late anyway." She was giving me an out and I wanted to take it. Somehow this seemed to be one too many times sticking out my neck foolishly. I'd already bent my invitation by inviting my FFU crowd.

I then told myself that I'd double back and invite them -- on the sly. I recalled the little discussion Valarie had with Willa only a few hours ago. Yes, I could act like your standard college dick and tell the townies it was okay to come in the back door. If I did that, I could only pray Rio punched me in the face. I'd say 'kick me in the nuts' but I clearly didn't have any.

"Ginger and Adelaide, we are gathering by the water tower around 9:45 before we head to the spot," I told her. "You and your guys join us there and we'll go in as a group. It is the warehouse on Hammond Street and the word is 'Comet', in case you show up later."

"Oh, I'm not sure we can make it," Adelaide responded. What she was also saying was 'are you sure you know what you are doing?' 

"There is one condition," I added. Now the two salesgirls were suspicious. "You have to dress like the rest of them do," I motioned to my girls. "You sold these ladies these clothes so it is only fair you dress similarly." Now the two exhaled, then smiled and groaned playfully. They could hardly say no after the money they'd taken from me -- my credit card, actually. If I carried that much cash and a cop searched me, I'd mistake me for a drug dealer too.

"We'll see what we can do," Ginger evaded.

"Oh, that won't be a problem," Opal chimed in. "Go around the store and pick out what you want; Zane will pay for it."

"For the love of God, would you stop spending my money? You are as bad as Rio," I griped.

"Who is trying to be worse to you than I am?" Rio sounded both offended and up to the challenge of making me even more miserable than I was.

"Oh, come on, Zane," Brandi complained. "You are a gazillionaire."

"You've been listening to Rio," I shot back and glared Rio's way.

"It was Mercy who told me that," Brandi corrected me. I shifted my gaze to Mercy, as did Rio.

"We'll talk when we get outside," Rio cautioned Mercy, who seemed decidedly uneasy.

I had to hand it to Ginger and Adelaide; for ten minutes they showed constraint -- and then they went bonkers. 

I really don't think a woman can wear a pink gossamer scarf wrapped around her chest and call it clothing but Ginger was giving it a shot. Ginger had a small chest - 32A -- but her nipples were works of art. I couldn't keep quiet about them.

"Ginger, if your boyfriend lets you walk around in your domicile with a top on, he's committing crimes against the male and female -- worship of the female form," I blathered.

Ginger blinked, and then blushed before grinning at me wickedly.

"Yes?" she prodded me. I took that as an invitation to walk up, bend at the waist until I was at eye level with her chest. Her nipples swelled under my scrutiny.

"Zane, if you lick or bite them, I will stomp on your foot and break some toes," Vivian warned me.

I was, in my estimation, good. I leaned forward a few more inches until I could blow forcefully upon each nipple. Ginger rolled forward on the tip of her toes, thrusting her chest forward, but I retreated just in time. She fell back and I pursued with long, continuous breaths this time. Her nipples didn't come out and say 'Hi' -- they launched rescue flares and lit bonfires on the beaches of my desire.

Ginger was moaning and whimpering as she kept trying to force physical contact while I kept frustrating her. Her thighs were working back and forth as her pussy began burning her up.

"Ginger," Adelaide worried, "what about Finn?"

"I know," pleaded Ginger, "but you've seen the dick on this guy and he's driving me crazy-horny -- and he hasn't even touched me yet."

"Friends," Adelaide insistently reminded Ginger. "All his friends are here and watching."

"I'll be her friend," Brandi volunteered, though Opal hooked her waist before she could show everyone how much of a friend she wanted to be.

"Oh, we don't mind," Rio remarked. "Most nights with Zane are a learning experience for all of us."

"I mind," grumbled Paige. 

"Paige, honey, he always comes home to us," Barbie Lynn reassured Paige.

"Besides, we know where he's sleeping tonight and who will be with him," Iona added.

"Fine, okay," Paige decided. "Zane," she beckoned me with a 'come hither' finger curl.

"Sorry, Paige," I quickly responded between puffs of air on Ginger's nipples, "I'm busy."

"Zane," Paige warned me.

"Paige, not now," I grumped.

"Zane!" Paige became more insistent. I didn't respond so what she said next was inevitable. "Zane, bouncy, bouncy." My groan was fueled by stymied lust; I stood up and walked over to Paige.

Once I was in front of her, I used both hands to brush Paige's hair off her shoulder blades. I brought my hands together at the back of her head, wrapping my left hand in her ponytail while dropping my right down her side before snaking it to the small of her back. I pulled the hair back gently, tilting her head up as I pressed my hand on the small of her back until we were rubbing against one another.

I leaned in for a slow, intensive kiss which Paige intercepted by standing on her toes. Our kiss was a see-saw affair that saw our tongues roll together and our lips shifting from lingering touch to gentle caress that lasted over a minute.

"What are they doing? Or more like it, what is she doing to him to make him do that?" Adelaide quizzed the ladies.

"Oh, that's a game they play," Rio explained. "He pretends she's a witch who has put a spell on him and she pretends she's going to be the first Mrs. Zane Braxton."

"Say those words and Zane will perform any sexual act on you that you desire," Barbie Lynn teased.

"No, it doesn't work like that," Iona got out right before Ginger interrupted.

"Zane, bouncy, bouncy," Ginger demanded. That earned a round of chuckles.

"Sorry -- I tried that too," Brandi admitted. "Apparently each girl has to find her own command phrase."

"Are you okay now?" I whispered to Paige. I really had to deal with these girls going wacky around me; we had things to do before the party started.

"You are worth every gold doubloon I've spent on you," she smiled back.

"Um, I'm the one spending money on you," I corrected her. Paige turned half-way around, bumped me with her hip, and wiggled her ass.

"As I said, you are worth every coin," she winked. Hardy-har-har.

"Okay, friends and acquaintances, let's finish with our purchases," I commanded. "We've still got some ground to cover before tonight."

"What else do we have to do?" groaned Vivian.

"I'm getting Mercy tattooed," Rio grinned with a dire mirth. "I want a design right above the ass, both subtle and understated; I don't know if I'm going with '1-800-HOT-SLUT' or 'Nothing Under 6" Allowed'."

"No, you are not!" growled Vivian. "No way, no how. Zane?"

"Vivian, Rio is yanking your chain," I calmed my guardian. "You have to understand that Rio wouldn't put anything on Mercy that she wouldn't wear herself. She definitely wouldn't put something on Mercy that Mercy couldn't live with; trust me on that."

"That's right, Viv," Rio chortled. "I can't tell you how many times I've regretted having 'Eat at the Clam Shack' tattooed right below the beltway."

"You don't have a tattoo there!" Vivian countered.

"Someone's been peeking," Rio skewered Vivian with a shark-like grin. Iona shook her head and walked up to Vivian, presenting her phone.

"Here is the design they've chosen," Iona explained. It was an intricate weaving of lines and shadows I'd been shown once before.

"See, in this end is Songs of Solomon 2:16 and on the other end is a Chi Rho woven into the greater design. It clearly has Christian imagery," Iona explained.

"It's --" Vivian sounded surprised -- "actually rather -- nice looking."

"What's Songs of Solomon 2:16?" Ginger inquired.

"'My lover is mine and I am' -- it should say 'his' but I think in this case it is 'hers'," I answered.

"That's sweet," Adelaide said.

"You can bet it was Mercy's choice, then," Opal smirked.

"No, it was Rio's idea," Mercy grumbled angrily at Opal. Rio wasn't making eye contact with anyone.

"I wanted to go with Song of Solomon 8:6 -- 'Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame,' but I like her choice much more."

"That's Rio, keeping it simple and uncomplicated," I grinned.

"Bro, are you saying I'm stupid?" Rio teased.

"Well, yes, but you make it an asset," I teased right back.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 24



"That's right; someone's ass is about to be set," Rio snorted. 

Mercy placed a hand on Rio's shoulder. Rio looked over her shoulder at her lover. "Hey, what's with the hand?" 

Mercy withdrew it. "If you were trying to annoy me, it worked. I cannot begin to describe how annoyed I am right now." There was no heat to Rio's words and no hiding Mercy's smile. I had to smile too. I walked back to an impatient Ginger but I had to dissuade her from further frolicking. We weren't going to get Mercy's tattoo done in a day but she'd be happier if the process was well on its way.

THE PARTY

Adelaide's husband turned out to be a short, skinny black guy named Hank. He worked at a bicycle shop in town and had a certain awkward humor to him. Finn was as friendly and out-going as Ginger, about my height but a bit thinner. I really would have liked the guy if he hadn't started heavily hitting on Barbie Lynn the moment we left the water tower and headed for the warehouse.

I was scoping out Adelaide's and Hank's reactions to Finn's would be move; Ginger was wide-eyed and aghast. Since Ginger had done some flirting with me, I was willing to give the guy some leeway. Rio wasn't; she looked over her shoulder, saw what was going on, and with her arm around Mercy's waist, turned back to him.

"Hey, Finn," Rio grinned. "What do you think of a little four-way action?"

"Cool," Finn nodded, "but we might want to include Ginger."

"Might? Oh, I was planning on including her," Rio beamed. "Come on, Barbie Lynn." Rio untangled Barbie from Finn, then the three moved to surround Ginger. Finn followed, grinning like a man possessed.

"No, you don't," Rio put a hand up to stop him. "Four-way means four." She adopted the aspects of a vicious shark -- "and that would be Ginger, Barbie Lynn, Mercy and me -- and not you."

"Oh, come on," Finn joked.

"Next time, respect your girlfriend" -- Rio bit back a biting insult -- "Finn."

"What's your problem?" he gazed at Rio. "I'm only fooling around a bit."

"If she wants, Ginger can 'only fool around' with us for a bit, then, because what is fair is fair; right?" Rio teased.

"Whatever," Finn shrugged. "Come on, Ginger," he motioned her toward him. Rio wrapped her arm around Ginger from one side and Barbie Lynn reached around for her hip on the other.

Ginger spent several seconds thinking it over.

"I'm good, Finn. It is a party so relax," Ginger smirked as she put one arm around Barbie and Rio each. "We are here for a good time and I think I'm on the right track."

"Fuck," Finn cursed. He turned and looked speculatively at Brandi.

"Can you do twenty-five push-ups with your penis alone?" Brandi questioned salaciously. "Can you map out ten of my erogenous zones with your fingers? How about this: Can you lick your eyebrows with your tongue, or maybe tell the difference between a girl wanting a cuddle, ice cream, or a hard screw?"

"Huh?" Finn gaped. Okay, I was right there with him because Brandi's sexual experience consisted of blowjobs, cunnilingus, and heavy petting, so where did this Playboy quiz come from? I also quickly checked to see if I can actually lick my eyebrows -- I can't. I figured it was about time for me to step up. In theory, Ginger and Finn might still have a future.

"Yo, it's okay," I told Finn as I put an arm around his shoulder. "They are busting my balls all the time. Worst case scenario is the one hundred and fifty college girls who are going to be pretty wild in an hour or so." I now had to decide if Finn was pissed with me or not.

"I'd be an idiot to ignore the guy who has been with more girls in one month than I've been with my entire life," Finn chuckled. "Let's go."

Finn was a well-meaning idiot. I could live with that, and I imagined that Ginger would forgive him too. I'm not sure what he thought when Iona snuggled into my side but he was clearly amused when Paige opted for an unexpected piggy-back ride from me. I was lucky I didn't take a header into the sidewalk.

"Giddy-up," Paige urged me on once it was clear I wasn't going to crash.

"Hey, you are that hot Siberian number," Finn chuckled. I'm beginning to think that some mega-computer virus has wiped out all other porn on the internet so that mine is the only one left. That's ridiculous; if you wiped out all of the porn on the internet, it would implode.

"I am a multi-cultural creature of untapped sensuality," Paige replied. "I prefer not to be tied down to one geographic region, no matter how vast."

"She likes to get tied down, alright," Opal called out.

"Ha-ha," Paige responded dryly. "Zane and I have a mature relationship based on the mutual exchange of information and imagination."

"Addy, these people are -- bizarre," Hank told Adelaide.

"Usually they think we are nuking futs," Rio laughed over her shoulder at them. As she looked forward, she caught sight of someone crossing the street. "Hey, Valarie."

"Hey, gang," Valarie panted as she joined the troop we had assembled.

"I'm glad you could make it, Valarie." I gave her a quick hug. "This guy is Finn and the lady by Rio is his girlfriend Ginger. The couple keeping a wary distance from us is Hank and Adelaide; they are married. Ginger and Adelaide work at the store we bought our party-wear at."

"Okay -- so Vivian, what are you doing here?" Valarie asked Vivian.

"I've never been to a party, and I honestly can't evaluate the depravity unless I've witnessed it," Vivian said thoughtfully.

"Depravity?" Hank questioned.

"They are all from a Christian school, Hank," Adelaide reminded him. Hank nodded.

The conversation abruptly ended as we approached one of the few warehouse doors that wasn't bricked up. I knocked and a character opened it up halfway. I call him a character because he was wearing a red toboggan, black shades (it was nearly ten at night), a faded army jacket and camouflage pants, and black boots. He was also, like, five-four and maybe 140 lbs., hardly what I would have envisioned as a bouncer.

"Comet," I told him. He nodded but looked over my crowd. "We are with Freedom Fellowship," I explained.

"Yeah, man," the doorman grinned, "I know ya." The guy was totally wasted, and by that I mean I could have told him I was the Pink Fairy Princess and he'd still have let me in.

Once inside we saw we were in a hallway with a series of opaque plastic-strip baffles that had been put up to dampen the noise. Rio led the charge with her 'women' linking hands and rushing ahead. Finn, Brandi and Opal charged after them, leaving Valarie, Vivian, Paige, Iona, Adelaide, Hank and I picking up the rear.

"Party much?" I asked Hank.

"Zane, this is the first party I've been to since my senior prom -- five years ago. You?" he replied.

"Never one like this," I answered. "Believe it or not, I've been a missionary for the past few years."

"I know; it is on your site," Hank informed me.

"Seriously?" I grumbled. "What in the hell is the fascination with the damn thing?"

"That chick Finn was hitting on -- dude, you've seen her naked. Do you really have to ask?" Hank grinned. Now that he mentioned it, I realized we weren't the normal flavor of porn stars.

"What about the rest of us?" Paige inquired.

"Sorry," Hank squeezed Adelaide to him, "but I like my women with some meat on their bones." Adelaide, while not Barbie-built, was definitely rubenesque. "Zane, thanks by the way."

"Meh, just remember, if they catch you, tell them nothing and think of England," I joked.

"What?" Valarie smirked. "No rescue mission?"

"Sorry, folks, but it is us cowards and fuzzy animals first," I informed them gravely. "The rest of you must fend for yourselves."

"My hero," Vivian groaned as she rolled her eyes. With that, we entered the main warehouse floor and were blasted by the sound and the lights.

Hank and Adelaide peeled off first, giving one final salute. Iona grabbed Paige and dragged her off right after that, followed by Valarie giving me a slap on the back and picking yet another direction. There was no sign of the first wave that had gone in but they could have been twenty feet away and I couldn't have detected them. I led Vivian over to a side wall rapidly.

"What happens if I roll up your top and lick your nipples?" I nearly yelled in her ear due to the overwhelming noise.

"I kill you in your sleep," she shouted back a moment later -- "painfully."

"What about if I roll up my shirt and you lick my nipples?" I countered.

"Does anyone else notice?" Vivian asked.

"No," I allowed.

"Then I kill you in your sleep -- painfully," she laughed.

"Now that we have that out of the way, why don't you go out and have some fun?" I suggested.

"Fine, but if I call you, I expect you to meet me at the water tower in ten minutes, got it, Mister?" Vivian insisted. I gave her a nod and we parted ways.

I moved my way through the crowd, rubbing against bodies, kissing and being kissed. I was also offered a brownie, three drinks, two glow sticks, and an offer to decorate my face in fluorescent paint.

I was settling into the reality that this was primal, passionate fun. I wasn't sexing anyone up and no one was being overtly sexual with me. I reveled in the moment, right until a girl came up offering condoms. It was an understandable gesture with so many inhibitions breaking down around us.

"Here, have a condom," the girl said with bubbly enthusiasm. I took it and thanked her. I wasn't planning to have sex but you never know.

The girl stayed close by and handed out the rest of the box she carried. I had half-turned to dance with a fascinating Hispanic girl who had decided that a bikini bottom and spirals of yellow and blue florescent paint was cover enough. She kept playfully swatting me with the long braid of her black hair. She was sharing the love with a few other partiers around us so it was all good.

Condom girl put a hand on my shoulder and gently turned me to face her.

"Want to use that condom now?" she grinned. I had to think quickly.

"I have a three-inch penis and I find it highly embarrassing," I leaned in and confessed to her. Hey, my 'scare them with anal sex' thing had worked so abysmally for me last time that I was changing things up. I wasn't sure exactly how this new strategy could go wrong.

The girl kept smiling at me (I was now pretty sure she was on something), pulled me close by a belt loop, and shoved a hand down my jeans. Of course -- an on-sight inspection -- how could I have been so stupid so as to not foresee this as the logical progression of events?

"Oh, God," she moaned, "It's bigger than my wrist and a foot long." I repeat, this girl had taken some pretty serious illicit drugs.

Thankfully, the music was thundering and she was tightly bound to me.

"Really? Can I see it?" not one but two girls immediately asked, because nothing carries like a sound you don't want heard.

"Wait, it's actually a cucumber in a sock," I evaded both physically and verbally. I had seen that in a movie somewhere but I don't recall which one.

"Can I give it a taste test?" condom-girl asked.

"You look familiar," a second girl said.

"You have a nice ass," the third noted. I went through some options -- I'm gay, claustrophobic, a leper, recovering from surgery, Dean Wormer's virginal son -- then I had the answer.

"Keep it quiet," I hissed to the girls, "but I'm an undercover cop looking to make a few narcotic busts."

"If I blow you will you let me off," Condom girl giggled.

"I swear I've seen you before," the second girl mused. "Are you famous?" she added in an accusatory tone.

"Nope, but I do have one of those..." I got out before I was tackled. 

"Zane! You came!" Erin, the girl who invited me, called out as she pushed through the crowed and grappled me.

"Hello, Erin; I told you I'd come and I came," I said as I hugged her -- which wasn't made easier by condom-girl still having her hand in my pants, around my cock. "What do you..."

"You are that guy!" the first girl exclaimed over the noise. C-girl gave my penis a sympathetic tug. "I knew I'd seen you before."

"I'm not that guy," I insisted. "He's an urban legend."

"Oh, come on, Zane," Erin teased, "We all saw you hammer that blonde yesterday. I know I'll never feel the same way about a shower again."

Cordelia is going to die. I could have taken personal responsibility for my actions, but I was feeling particularly peevish and irritable right then.

"If you know who I am," I pleaded, "you know I've pledged not to have sex this weekend. Help me out here." The now four girls looked at one another and I suddenly had hope.

"He's only got one condom," condom-girl noted. "We need to get some more." They started corralling me to a darkened recess off the main floor to what was most likely a hallway and my doom. I didn't want a reputation for beating up girls (I'd done that far too much this month) and they weren't making evasion all that possible. 

I was searching for a third solution when a new hand landed on my shoulder from behind. It came with a familiar voice. 

"Girls, Zane is with me tonight," this new voice said with definite authority. It was Tawny Flores, Kappa Sigma sorority president.

"No, he came here to see me and my BFF Gerry," Erin countered.

"Listen and listen carefully," Tawny said with deadly assurance, "I know he came here to see two girls he met at a movie theater. I also know he isn't having sex this weekend and you four won't take his polite refusal for what it is. Furthermore, I know that if you get him down to one of those rooms down the hall, he is going to fuck each and every one of you until your eyes roll back in your head, your lungs are on fire, you can't feel your thighs, and your screams of ecstasy drown out the music because he is that damn good," she continued. How making the other girls salivate helped my cause, I was sort of uncertain about.

"Now, I'm telling you that it ain't going to happen because, while the rest of you want to treat Zane like a high-priced Las Vegas escort, I'm his friend and I'm going to make him keep his pledge whether he wants to or not because -- I repeat -- I am his friend." Tawny finished by pulling me to her. "This discussion is over."

"Erin, I'll call you Monday," I shouted over my shoulder as Tawny led me away by the hand. "Thanks, Tawny," I directed to my savior, "What brought all this on?"

"Two reasons: Christina asked me to keep an eye on you. It seems she thought some of your other 'friends' at FFU might make a run at you tonight since she's playing an away-game," Tawny related.

"I also did it because I do like you and consider you a friend. You've always been there for me and my sisters and I have no doubt you will continue to do so. You would be helping us even if we weren't regularly ripping your clothes off and making you our bitch," Tawny grinned.

"The amount of respect I generate in this world is remarkable," I shook my head, "remarkably poor."

"You protest too much, Zane," Tawny emphasized with an elbow. "You are a special young man and generate a great deal of affection from those who know of you. It is a great gift we give you and the price you pay comes in the form of your imagination, sweat -- and apparently your semen," she finished with a sneer.

"Normal heroes pay in blood," I muttered.

"You are not normal and not necessarily the hero, Zane, though you definitely appear to be a protagonist," Tawny explained. "I'm sorry about the sisters last night. For some reason, I can't seem to put you and Leigh in the same building without her going wacky."

"Paige didn't help matters much," I confessed. We finally made our way back outside by this time, giving us some fresh air to recharge our senses.

"Yeah, what's the story with her?" Tawny asked. "Christina makes her out to be some sort of sicko fan-girl."

"Have you ever had a lover so intense that they try to get inside your head, figure out what you are up to, and plan out the next best move?" I responded.

"No, I haven't, you lucky bastard," Tawny sighed. "Is she really that good?"

"She will be by the end of the year," I informed Tawny. "Her only failing is her lack of experience and her unfamiliarity with sexual sensations."

"So she's your project, then," Tawny taunted me.

"You know me better than that," I faux-scolded her. "Paige presents herself on her own merits. She's hella-smart and her body ignites during foreplay. She's open-minded about everything; she's even going to give up her ass to me, though she won't accept it at the moment."

"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 butt."

"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 butt. 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."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 24



"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."

"Hmmm -- 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 vagina. 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 the mattresses about the place -- illegal and exposed to the public view," I grinned.

"I'd pay to see that," Belle chuckled. "You are a keeper, Zane."

"You only say that because you want to stick it to your sister," I countered.

"Yeah, when I came over here, that was the main reason, but now I'm angry that she found you first," Belle bitched. "She always had better luck with the boys than I did."

"Bill was 'better'?" I wondered.

"He was a big football jock in high school and he didn't cheat on her too much. You can guess that I dated some real losers -- mostly college guys like you," Belle smirked.

If you know of another college guy like Zane, spill," Tawny teased. "I want to get me one to call my very own."

"Funny, funny, funny, ladies," I coughed. "Now if I don't get Belle off my lap I'm going to hammer her here in front of the general public. Since my goal this weekend is to avoid fighting, public displays of amusement, and intercourse in general, I'm taking a walk."

"Hey," Belle wiggled in on my crotch, "I'm all partial to being fucked on the table and show all these cocksuckers what they've been missing. We might even get busted by my sister and spend the night in a cell together."

"With Deacon all busted up let's not do the jail thing," Willa chimed in.

"Let's not make it three run-ins with the law for his first 30 days at school," Tawny added.

"Three -- Zane, who else has corralled your ass since you've been with us?" Belle asked.

"Officer Campbell got me when I was driving back to campus," I confessed, since I was suspicious that Christina had given Tawny some of the details of that night.

"Yeah, we know her too," Willa said. "Rumor has it she can get a bit frisky."

"Oh, come on, I was on a date," I evaded. "She had mercy on me and I left with a warning."

"You fucked her," Belle leered after studying me for several seconds. "So, did she use cuffs?"

"Front, back, top, and bottom -- I left her a wreck on the back seat and she was finger-lickin' good," I unloaded. "She was fantastic. She gave my date and I all we could handle."

"You got Heaven involved?" Tawny gasped.

"Man, my life would be so much easier," I groaned, "if the people talking behind my back kept me in the loop. Yes, I got Heaven involved. It was a hell of a way to wrap up her first date night. By the way, this doesn't go beyond us; okay?" Belle looked at me intensely once more.

"Are you going to lie to me?" she whispered as she placed her forehead against mine.

"Yes -- to protect you if I must," I replied beneath the thumping of the bass.

"That's my choice to make, not yours, Zane," Belle breathed a sugary-sweet beer aroma.

"Friends sacrifice a part of themselves for the ones they care about," I told her.

"Why do you care?" she asked with more than the usual curiosity.

"You are worth it," I answered. Again, there was another intense stare.

"Are you doing this for my sister?" she continued her interrogation of me.

"Nope," I kept it simple. Yet another attempt by Belle to read my soul followed.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she grinned. I pulled my right hand out slow and wiped it on my jeans. I was bringing my left set of fingers to my mouth when she intercepted me by the wrist and led me up to her lips. She sucked the juices off two fingers and then fed me the other two to take care of. I zipped her up and fixed her button before she dismounted and took me by the hand to the men's room.

Being occupied by men didn't dissuade Belle one bit. She leaned against the sink while I washed up without speaking. In fact, she remained silent until we stepped back into the narrow hallway that led back to the club floor or out back by a locked stairwell. Belle led me to the door and appeared to be thinking something over.

"I heard a sick rumor that your lawyers caught my sister and her buddy when they ganged up on you. The rumor is, you covered for them," Belle glared. "Why would you do something so stupid for someone you didn't know?"

"Do you know that I'm jealous of you?" I responded.

"Happens all the time; I'm a free-spirit that makes my own way in the world," she smiled, but it was overshadowed by her bitterness.

"No. You have a sister -- you have family, someone you grew up with. I have my aunt who is from another world, essentially, and that's it," I related. "That may be why I never commit to any one person," I added. "Something in Rio reminds me of my Mom and Iona reminds me of someone I wish was family but isn't. I guess I keep looking until I find what I lost."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 24



"Gone is gone, Zane; there is no getting it back," Belle told me, but this time she was showing some real empathy.

"Yeah," I joked, "and that is why you always drive the speed limit and park within the lines, because that is what everyone tells you to do."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're insane?" Belle's teeth shone through with her smile.

"Never -- you would be the first," I lied, and by the gleam in my eyes she knew it.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 25



*When I fell to Earth I realized perfection; Earth has everything while Heaven has no Evil*

(Thanks to Frontma for all the grief puts up with on my behalf)

(This starts out a bit chaotic and slow but it does pick up)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

*

It was well past one when I finally had the gang rounded up and headed back out to our rides. It took all of twenty seconds for a buzz-happy Rio to realize that Willa and a now unemployed Belle tagged along. When she did, her look was one of ferocity.

"Oh, hell no!" she snapped, and turned toward the two Warlord ladies. "I'm going to kick your ass."

"Last time I saw you, Bitch, you were half way to the city's sewage system," Belle laughed back. "Want to go the rest of the way?"

Rio surged against Mercy and Barbie Lynn's restraining hands while Willa pulled Belle back, and I ended up in the middle holding them both at bay.

"Calm down Rio, it is cool now," I told my buddy. "Belle, this isn't what you think." Speaking of thinking; I had to think fast to figure a way to turn this situation around. I'd hoped that Rio would be so happy, she'd have let it lie for the night -- silly me.

"Rio, I'd like Belle to give us motorcycle lessons for the trip this summer, and to personally give you self-defense training," I spewed forth my hare-brained idea.

"What the fuck?" questioned Belle.

"Fuck that noise," Rio spat. "I don't need this dink to teach me how to fight." I wasn't sure what a 'dink' was but I doubt it had positive connotations.

"Rio, you haven't picked a martial arts instructor yet and I think Belle's self-taught style would be somewhat attractive to you," I guessed. I had no clue as to Belle's fighting background.

"I'd rather teach a goat how to use a unicycle than teach this moron how to ride a bike," Belle growled.

"I'll pay you fifty dollars an hour per four students," I offered Belle.

"She's a skank," Rio seethed. Belle, on the other hand, seemed to be coming around.

"Fifty bucks-...per four people? What would I have to do?" Belle inquired. She was job hunting after all.

"Teach them how to ride, for starters," Valarie came to my rescue, "plus basic maintenance, road lore, and stuff like that. You'd also have to teach Rio how to not get her ass kicked."

"I keep telling you people, I don't need this bitch," Rio repeated.

"Fine, Rio, but tell me, who is going to be your instructor?" I countered. "It can't be Mercy."

"Want your knife back?" Belle grinned as she reached into her boot and pulled out the butterfly knife Val had given Rio on Thursday.

"I don't know," Rio grumbled, "have you been using it as a sexual aid?" 

Belle snorted. "Fuck, with Zane around, who needs one?" Belle smiled wickedly. "Two orgasms in ten minutes at a table on the club floor and that was only with his tongue and fingers."

"He'd have nailed her in the bathroom if it hadn't been for that whole 'no sex' thing," Tawny added.

"I should have stuck with you, Zane," Paige tugged on my arm. "See where you ended up?"

"Who is the ghost?" Belle asked snidely.

"I'm Paige and Zane is with me this weekend," Paige challenged Belle...bad move. Sometimes reactions pull you one way and instincts send you in another. I went with instincts and let events play out. Belle scooped Paige up under each arm and hoisted her up.

"You are what -- 100 pounds? A whole weekend with him and he'd break you in two," Belle observed. "He needs a real woman, not a bit of fluff." 

It was time for me to become involved. I reached an arm around Paige's waist and took her weight onto me. Belle was kind enough to let go so I swung Paige up until I was carrying her in my arms. Paige switched her gaze between me and Belle twice, then latched onto me. 

"Okay -- I win," Paige announced. "I'm the bit of fluff he comes to again and again, after all."

"You are the freakiest group of people I've ever seen," Hank spoke up. "A sorority president and sisters" (Leigh and Jersey had joined us), "two Warlord bikers, Christian school girls, and a porn star -- no offense, Zane." 

"Just another day ending in 'y'," Iona whispered. I caught that zing and snickered. 

"No offense taken, Hank," I joked back. "I'd rather have the memories and suffer through the condemnations of those who don't know me than miss out."

"Dude, if you ever need a stand in," Finn added to the joy. He and Ginger had indeed hooked up again, so we were good on that front. Ginger did playfully thump him in the chest though.

"Finn, you are already sleeping on the sofa tonight," Ginger teased. "Would you rather be out on the welcome mat?"

"Thanks for letting us spend the night at your place," Barbie Lynn added to the play.

"What?" Finn squawked. "Oh, come on, Babe." Ginger detached from Finn and wrapped an arm around Barbie Lynn's waist, who reciprocated the gesture.

"Oh, come on, Babe," Ginger mimicked, "We want a little girl time, ya know, one on one." Barbie Lynn turned her head and exchanged a heated kiss with Ginger that decidedly aroused me. I hated to think what Finn was going through.

"Dudes, I'm going down to the river," Finn groaned.

"Wouldn't a cold shower be better and safer?" Leigh asked.

"I'm not going to cool down; I'm going to drown my stupid ass for stepping out on Ginger at the start of the night," Finn sighed. "I deserve this."

"That's what I wanted to hear," Ginger gloated. She gave another quick kiss to Barbie then glided back to Finn. "It's okay, Honey, I forgive you."

"Thanks Babe," Finn kissed her once more.

"You are still sleeping on the sofa when we get home," she announced triumphantly. The lesson here is, if you are ever given a choice between fighting a man or a woman; fight a man. Men beat you up, gloat, then walk away. Women hold grudges -- forever.

"Any advice for our lovelorn?" Willa asked.

"Everything fades, be it fame, passion or possessions -- it all goes to dust and is lost," I said.

"That's rather depressing," Willa noted.

"The exact opposite," I countered. "All you are and will ever be is defined by what you do in the next few seconds of life. That is when you can mark yourself as a hero or a villain."

"I can buy that," Belle mused. "Live for the moment." I could tell Iona was more uncertain about my words so I expanded.

"I am not saying don't plan for the future, but don't live so much for what might be that you ignore what is going on around you right now, because no moment matters less than any other," I added.

"That's my boy: Renaissance warrior-poet with the libido of Ron Jeremy," Rio jibed.

"I like it," Tawny spoke up. "What would it be like to spend the whole weekend, or a whole week, alone with Zane? I wouldn't be bored."

"I wouldn't be able to walk," Barbie Lynn giggled.

"I'd enjoy the education," Paige noted.

"I'd enjoy the peace and quiet," Vivian joked.

"Zane, you have a little bit of a fan club here," Belle smiled.

"Totally unwarranted and undeserved," I sighed. 

We arrived at the water tower and we went our separate ways. I'm sure Paige and Iona wanted to talk to me but they both fell asleep within three minutes of getting in the car. I took them up individually to my room and tucked them in before letting a sleeping Jill know we'd made it back and assuring her that we'd make it to church in the morning.

Service and Supper

We weren't feeling terribly chipper when Iona, Paige and I crawled out of bed, but we were conscious, ambulatory, and capable of speech so we passed Aunt Jill's inspection before heading out to church. For Paige, it would be a new experience as she normally spent Sunday morning at FFU's Assembly hall. Fortunately, she would be exploring the experience with Iona.

My class was amusing as always. Somehow, no one had missed the little revolution we'd staged at university and there was varying levels of confusion, disgust, and anger with what 'I'd' done. Yeah, it was my entire fault because I was in the middle of 'God Made Man First' country. Oddly enough, Chris Gilbert stuck it out with me, jumping in on my side when more than two guys ganged up on me verbally.

The second time Chris parried Mr. Coleman's insinuations of my corruption away, the gang gave up and actually got down to the lesson for the week -- the Book of Samuel; namely, King Saul versus the Philistines. The lesson was that God abandons sinners. I hung on to the point that even when he knew he was going to die, Saul led his army out to fight the invaders of his homeland. I doubted any of those guys would know what kind of courage it took to fight a lost cause if the time came.

"Do you make a habit of running off cliffs and into walls," Chris joked with me, then "Whoops, sorry about that -- your parents and all."

"It was mountain climbing," I shrugged, "so don't worry about it. Have a good week?"

"Oh, peachy; I burned down a state park and robbed the Louvre," Chris stated, deadpan.

"Dude," I laughed, "if you are trying to compete with me let me just say 'you win' and end the contest right now. You can have it and the grief that goes with it."

"Does that include the girls?" Chris chuckled. It was odd having a real conversation with a guy nearly my age who had a clue where I was coming from.

My response was overwhelmed by the crush of young ladies around us. What followed was a chorus of 'hey, Zane', 'hey, guy', and Iona and Barbie Lynn adding a 'hi, Chris'.

"Hi there, ladies," and "Hello Barbie Lynn and Iona," followed up Chris. By the way he was looking at Barbie Lynn, I could tell that his perception of her had changed. He wasn't leering but there was a certain sexual curiosity that was new to his gaze.  

Barbie Lynn caught Chris' look, smiled, but then cuddled up to me to make the situation clear enough. Chris chuckled and shook his head mirthfully.

"So is McHunky (Chris) part of the group now?" Rio broke through the politeness.

"Chris is not treating me like I'm Caine so I'd hope he'd say yes if you ask him nicely," I answered.

"I would say 'yes,' with the understanding that I'm older than all of you and like to live a slightly more private, video-free, lifestyle," Chris informed us.

"Chris," Rio inquired, "what is the maximum number of girls you would take to bed at one time, and how many would you feel comfortable dating?" I wanted to kill Rio once more, considering we were clearly being overheard as we moved down the hallway leading to the Tabernacle.

"Hmmm," Chris thought it over. "Four in one bed, but I'd only feel comfortable dating one woman at a time. I'm old-fashioned that way."

"That's not a problem," Rio grinned, "old-fashioned we can cure."

"How about we respect different people for their differences, ya nut-job," I cautioned Rio.

Rio's retort was cut off by our entry into the main area of worship. Chris waved good-bye and angled toward the front and his family. With Barbie Lynn in the lead, the rest of us moved to the far side where the FFU crowd sat together. I couldn't find Jill in her regular spot but Iona pointed out she'd joined Mrs. Wellington, the Mayor, Lance, and Felicity on the second pew -- a few steps up in the world.

We'd settled in after the first hymn and Pastor Bill had started the morning greeting when the two main doors to the church slammed open and a black clad woman strode in -- it was Belle. It was also clear that Belle had never been in here before, had no idea where I would be seated, and was overwhelmed by the sheer number of parishioners. I don't think she cared that most of them were staring at her. She had dressed up, right? She had on a black jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans and black boots. She'd taken off her black sunglasses.

I stood up, put two fingers in my mouth the way Heaven had taught me (Orienteering class -- honest) and whistled loudly as I waved her over. Belle's head snapped my way and over she came. By long-standing tradition, Iona sat on one side of me and Rio took the other. This time, Paige had supplanted Iona.

Belle decided that insinuating herself between Paige and I would require a crowbar and some leverage so she sat down on Rio instead. Rio grumbled, squeezed out from under Belle, and sat in Mercy's lap. Bill, with a final glare my way, picked up the service as best he could and droned on. Rio leaned into Belle and licked her cheek as a means of retaliation.

Belle didn't punch Rio, for which I was grateful. I made sure to put a little extra on the collection plate -- for God's sake, not the church's, when the time came around. The sermon was on the Israelites and their forty years of wandering before coming to the Promised Land. I think there was some confusion between myself and most of the flock here on who was the one farthest from the expected destination.

At the end of the service my plan went into motion, with multiple women having a role to play. Oddly, despite this being a criminal endeavor, Belle was the only one close to me not involved. It was good fortune that put her at my side because with so many of the church elders gawking/fearing/lusting after her, they completely missed the real mischief makers.

"Good morning, Rochelle," I greeted the mayor's wife. She turned, smiled at me, then looked over at Belle. "This is Belle..."

"Belle Kennan," Belle finished up for me. I hadn't known her last name.

"I know you," Rochelle was clearly thinking hard. "Did you used to collect golf balls off the greens at the country club years ago? You had a sister. Your father was a groundskeeper."

"That was a while ago," Belle allowed. "Dad fucked it up with his drinking, like he did everything else. My sister, Tara, is now a Sheriff's Deputy around here."

"What do you do?" Rochelle made conversation.

"I'm Zane's...chauffer," Belle answered with a twisted grin. "Actually, I'm giving him and some of his friends motorcycle lessons."

"That sounds promising," Rochelle continued. "Belle, can I have a few moments of Zane's time?" Belle gave me a suspiciously sexy raised eyebrow then went looking for another one of my female set. "Zane, you were right about that matter we discussed. I still don't know what I want to do with the news. Maybe we can discuss it Wednesday night?"

"Absolutely," I nodded.

"By the way, there seems to be a growing suspicion that you are not a very moral person," Rochelle leaned in and whispered to me. "Apparently there is some evidence of you and some other girls..."

"I've never denied it," I told her. "I also believe that no one seems to care that I've foresworn sex for the weekend. I know it is not much by most people's standards but at least I'm trying to see how the other half lives."

"How is that working for you?" Rochelle grinned.

"Abysmally; I've been tackled, jumped on, stacked up in a shower, grappled at a party, and got a lap dance in a club," I groaned.

"You should stay home more often," Rochelle advised.

"I received the tackle, jumping, and the stacking at home, Rochelle," I related. "Maybe I should hide out at your house." Rochelle stared at me and I wasn't sure what to make of that.

"I will see you on Wednesday; take care now," I broke the silence between us. I turned and went over to the gulf of isolation that was Sahara Penny. "Hello, Mrs. Penny. You look incredibly inspirational this morning."

"Hello, Zane," she smiled, her white teeth brightening up her Lebanese features.

"I was thinking that I could do the whole dinner thing with you and William tomorrow night, if that is okay with you," I looked her over.

"Well, you could hardly become more of a pariah," she mused. "I would be glad to cook you a meal."

"Wolves may get hunted but sheep always get eaten," I replied.

"Are you a wolf, Mr. Braxton?" she teased.

"I have to be worthy of your company," I retorted, which she found amusing. "I'll see you," I tacked on before heading toward the main gathering.

I patiently waited for the main group of men to recognize my presence but today they seemed less than willing to. I must have really been a bad boy. I did catch Rio handing off a phone to Iona who was quietly but quickly working away on it. I had to wonder how long it would take for Lance to realize Rio had swiped it from him. Hell, I promised Raven I'd get her those books from George Mason's library and I was going to return his phone to him soon enough.

"Hey, my little Butt-Monkey," Belle taunted me loudly, "are you waiting on this bunch of old fuckers for something?" The conversation stopped and heads turned our way: yay me.

"Mr. Braxton," Pastor Bill snapped in a clipped manner, "when you invite some...person to our church you should consult with me or one of the deacons to see if they are appropriate." 

He was pointedly ignoring Belle, which I found to be both rude and unwise as Belle was the most likely person he'd ever meet who would gladly take his underwear waistband and pull it over his head and laugh while she did it.

"I wasn't actually wise enough to invite Ms. Kennan but I should have because I was under the impression this was a House of God. I'll make her tithe if that's what you are worried about," I informed them.

"The appropriateness of you being in this church is also in question," Mayor Wellington brought up.

"How's Phillip?" Belle spoke up with a wicked sneer toward the Mayor; Phillip was one of his sons. "We had a lot of fun in high school. He was good enough to bring me by your house but he never brought me to your church."

"He would have never dated someone like you," the mayor glared at Belle.

"Technically we weren't looking for a relationship," Belle grinned, "but does that big four-poster bed of yours still have that dainty white dust curtain with the roses on it?"

"You are nothing more than a low-down dirty whore like your mother," Mr. Gibson, the county's largest furniture seller, snarled at Belle.

I wasn't sure what her response was because Gibson staggered into Mr. Lieber when I drew my hand back for a slap; everyone got quiet. Yes, I had almost committed assault in front of thirty or so witnesses who hated my guts. Oh, and one of them was a judge.

"Braxton!" Pastor William thundered.

"Hold that thought, Bill," I pointed to the reverend before turning back to Gibson, "Sir, you insulted a lady in my presence, so you can apologize to her or step out with me to the parking lot where we can settle this like men, because I'm morally opposed to causing needless bloodshed in a house of worship."

"That's it, Braxton, you..." Pastor Bill growled.

"Zane!" a different, feminine voice interrupted. "Apologize to Mr. Gibson at once."

"I apologize, Mr. Gibson," I grudgingly stated.

"I should have you arrested," Gibson grumbled.

"And I'll make sure that your little outburst with..." the woman threatened.

"Belle Kennan," Belle studied the newcomer and the girls around her.

"Ms. Kennan goes all over the internet and is flagged with every search engine with your name and the name of your store," Christina finished.

"I'll sue," Gibson fought back.

"And I'll win," Christina kept coming. "This is clearly a First Amendment issue, both speech and religion. Now are we going to play nice and respect our fellow Christians or are we going to collectively forget we are all adults?"

"He is not going to get away with this threat of force," Pastor Bill persisted.

"Pastor Penny, are we truly basing our actions and reaction on what an eighteen-year-old playboy does?" Christina pointed out. "Clearly, leadership is called for, and since you men are the patriarchs of the church, you should be leading Zane in the proper course of action."

"Mr. Gibson," Chris joined in, "maybe Zane could clean up your parking lot one afternoon as penance." I had to be sure he was helping me out here.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 25



"Grrr...alright," Mr. Gibson admitted. "That would satisfy me."

I caught sight of Aunt Jill looking my way. I half expected her to volunteer my acceptance but she waited patiently on me instead -- not a good sign concerning her dependence on me.

"If it is okay with Mr. Gibson, I'll come over when he gives me a call and my school schedule allows," I said.

"I hope that settles that," Mr. Gilbert, Christopher's father, announced. "Was there a reason for Mr. Braxton waiting around us?" He was covering for his son, not me.

"I was agreeing to Pastor William's invitation to eat dinner with him tomorrow," I said.

"I will have to look at my schedule and get back to you," Pastor Bill replied in a snide tone.

"No problem -- Mrs. Penny and I'll hit Zeta's tomorrow and we can work out something for later," I smiled. I turned and left before he could finish sputtering because not only was Zeta's one of the finest eating establishments in town, I heard rumors it was also highly romantic.

I took eight steps before I nearly doubled over in pain. Christina had kidney-punched me, and hard. I turned fast enough to see Belle and Christina facing off.

"Do you want to explain that to me, Princess?" Belle inquired with a false grin.

"I'm Christina Buchannan and I'm wondering what you are doing here burning through what little good will Zane has with this congregation," the woman I love sizzled.

"Zane, should I give a crap?" Belle joked. She didn't need me to tell her what to think.

"She's the woman I love more than life itself," I explained to Belle, who regarded me curiously.

"I occasionally like him," Christina remarked, "when he's not making an ass of himself."

"I couldn't let them insult Belle," I countered. "If she slapped the guy, you know they would have screwed her over."

"I don't need you to pick my fights, Dumbass," Belle mocked me. "These people and their opinions don't bother me. Hell, Mom whored around a lot and for all I know, Old Man Gibson might even be my Daddy. Now," she looked at Heaven, "why are you eyeballing me?"

"I'm Heaven and Zane's my boyfriend," Heaven declared.

"Oh, God," chuckled Belle, "when Tawny said your life was beyond description, she wasn't kidding."

"If we can all agree to get along I have one last thing I need to get done and then anyone who wants can make for Jill's," I stated. I leaned in and kissed Heaven on the ear. She finally broke her glare directed at Belle to look up at me so I kissed her on the lips.

"Are we okay, Babe?" I asked Heaven. She looked at me but seemed terribly upset by something that I was unclear about. She nodded and I broke away. Iona slipped me the phone as I approached Felicity. I now got to see if what I'd done had screwed up my relationship with her.

"Hey, Felicity, do you know whose phone this is?" I asked Lance Wellington's fiancé.

"That looks like Lance's," Felicity took the device and examined it. "It is," she confirmed.

"Are you going to George Mason anytime this week?" I inquired.

"I was going up Tuesday to visit Lance for some kind of fraternity affair," Felicity said.

"When you are there could you pick up some books for me? I checked them out but I'd have to find a way to make the trip myself and with my school schedule, that would be tough," I explained.

"Zane, how does someone from FFU get books from George Mason?" Felicity leaned in and whispered.

"I'm not breaking the law but I am doing it in an underhanded manner," I whispered back.

"Okay," she smiled warmly, if in a rather complacent manner.

"Thanks," I told her, before parting ways and making for the door. A tide of women migrated with me outside. As we split up, I caught sight of Belle putting on her helmet and sitting on her hog. "Are you coming over for supper (the midday meal in the Southeastern US)?"

"Does inviting the poor outcast chick to the house make you feel better about yourself?" Belle teased me.

"Does everything have to be about you and your vendetta against the Established Order?" I shot back.

"I bet the girls have a blast tying you down because you can be downright irritating," Belle rolled her eyes.

"We've already gone down that road with me, the cross and the sorority in the woods, so stop gloating. Now, are you coming to supper willingly or are you going to have to beat me up when I try and make you?"

"Fine," Belle raised up her hands, "when I looked up 'dumbass' and 'stupid' online, they both had your portrait under the 'images of' section. If I walk in the door, you will know I've accepted your offer. Now step back before I decide you are more annoying than cute."

I stepped back, joined Paige and Iona at the car, and travelled my dumb ass back home. Barbie Lynn, Valarie, Rio, and Mercy had already joined Aunt Jill in her heroic culinary efforts based on the talents of the microwave and a warm skillet. The parade of food was setting around the table when I noticed Paige had gone missing. As I scanned about, I saw Belle walk into the dining room -- I hadn't heard the doorbell ring or a knock at the door. 

"Have we locked away the good silver," Valarie joked when she realized Belle was here. Belle didn't look amused by Val's ribbing. "It's for Rio," Valarie snickered.

"Hey," snorted Rio, "Belle, you are stepping on my Bad Girl image. I'll take Grand Theft Auto and vandalism and you get burglary and guns; deal?"

"Zane..." Jill was looking for some explanation from me so I decided to see how far her new tolerance could be stretched.

"I wanted to show Belle one of the guest rooms," I stated carefully, but with authority. "She doesn't have a place to live and since we have the space, I figure she could hang out until she puts some money away for a new place. Plus you would have someone home when you got off of work and the house would be safer. Belle can take care of herself and you, if something goes wrong," I finished.

"Zane, you make my life easier one more time, I swear that I'm going to use you to redefine road rash," Belle promised. This declaration didn't stop Belle from stepping up and taking a seat.

"Jill, is that okay with you? " I addressed the female lead of the Braxton household.

"If you think it will be good for the house and make things safer, I wholeheartedly support your decision," Jill agreed. That done, I called out for the invisible Paige.

"Paige, I don't advise you to sneak up behind Belle," I warned her. "She might not be in an understanding mood."

Paige did heed my advice and appeared by me instead of behind Belle.

"Your intellect may be downgraded to 'sub-par' if you keep this course of action up," she cautioned me.

"Do what you will," I quoted, "for I do what I must."

"The blade itself incites to deeds of violence," Belle countered to Paige. "Are you really such a fucking putz that you think you can separate Zane's passions into the parts that you like from the parts that you don't? To me it seems you are wasting your parents' money by going to college yet staying dumb as dirt."

"Belle -- language at the dinner table," Aunt Jill scolded Belle. I wasn't sure how Belle would take that but something else was going on at the same time. Everyone was looking at Belle too, but for a reason that had nothing to do with calling Paige names.

"What? I can't quote Homer?" Belle shrugged. "I've read Sun Tzu too. Oh, and sorry about slapping the little bitch, Aunt Jill. I hang out with men of questionable parentage."

"I apologize, Belle," Iona spoke up. "I thought less of you because of the way you talk and dress. That was unfair to you and a disservice to myself and the way my parents raised me." The apologies echoed around the table; Paige's silence being noted. I gave her one quick look, then joined the rest of the gang doling out the food and settling in to the routine of eating and dinner conversation.

HEART SONG

After we ate and cleaned up the table and the kitchen, Jill took to her chair, reading a Christian Lifestyle magazine, while Iona, Paige and I sat on the sofa.

"Zane, do you think we will be able to do this again soon?" Paige asked. It was the first thing she'd said to me since Belle had arrived. I had to think about the words I would use.

"Ask me again in a day or two when I've cooled down," I answered.

"What do you have to be angry about?" Paige turned fully to me. Again, I had to search for the words. "You are the one who brought the stranger around." I took a deep breath.

"Paige, you were once that stranger that Zane brought around to the rest of us," Iona reminded Paige. "We were all once new and unknown to him and the rest of us -- except Rio. She's been there at his side since the beginning."

"I would prefer to hear what Zane is really thinking," Paige sounded condescending toward Iona.

"Fine," I sighed. "I can take you teasing me -- it is kind of nice and our thing, but I can't keep dealing with you not trusting my judgment. I will try to do what you want but when you ignore what I want, we need to go separate ways until something changes."

"But..." Paige went from arrogant to stunned inside a second.

"I asked you to give me a day or two to order my thoughts and emotions but you decided that you knew best," I explained. "This is how I feel right now: my life would be better without you." Paige was rendered speechless and both Jill and Iona were clearly unhappy with me.

"That's not what he means, Paige," Iona popped back into the conversation, "do you Zane?"

"What the heck does he mean, then?" Paige dry-sobbed.

"This weekend was a disaster for him," Iona persisted. "All he wanted to do was unwind and spend a quiet few hours at his home with Jill. I was only invited along because I've learned to keep out of his way when he gets in these moods."

"We had a wonderful morning and now he's acting like a total ass," Paige grumbled. "We all had a rough week and a less than satisfying weekend." Iona lowered her head, then stood up.

"Paige," Iona began as she walked over to face the albino maiden, "I wasn't aware that our school administration has been after you since day one, or that you've been beaten up multiple times, or humiliated, or had your friends threatened, or had your private life made into a public spectacle, or had someone point a gun at you, or make you fight for your life, or get drugged and tied naked to a cross."

Iona stopped for a breath.

"Please," Iona pleaded, "tell me how much more you needed a quiet weekend compared to Zane." Paige began to get all teary-eyed -- oh hell. "You invited yourself along, you got the Kappa Sigmas to come over in the middle of the night, and you insult a guest he invites over to his house -- his house. What is wrong with you?" Iona showed real anger this time.

Paige got up, choking back sobs, and fled to the back porch; a few moments later I followed. I found Paige curled up on the chair I had cuddled in with her that morning. I knelt down beside her and tilted her chin so that we could make eye contact.

"I..." I got out.

"I understand, Zane," she hiccupped. "I've never lost at anything I have aimed for, but it's always been accolades or achievements, not a relationship. I can't give you up and I don't know what my next move has to be. I get so frustrated when I am with you and another woman shows up. I blew it. I'll be good and leave you alone." I fell back onto my ass and shook my head.

"Didn't I spank your ass over this not too long ago?" I reminded Paige. "What I was going to say was that I'm tired, stressed, and prone to saying things I know I'll regret -- things like saying I don't want you around. I only wish you and Rio wouldn't love me one minute, then kick me in the teeth the next. Cut me some slack from time to time."

"Oh, God," Paige moaned, and buried her head in her arms, "you are comparing me to Rio. It's worse than I thought."

"What do you mean? Rio is my closest buddy. She'd kill for me. Hell, she'd die for me, and you can't say that about most people," I pointed out.

"Of course, she might kill the wrong person or get killed doing something I could avoid, but no one is perfect," I added with a slight smile. Paige snorted.

"She is a total nut," Paige sniffed. "I hope you don't think I'm that crazy."

"Paige, you are as uniquely crazy as you are unique," I responded.

"Can you please say something that I can understand, Zane?" Paige pleaded.

"You are a fantastic woman and a great lover. You can get inside my head like no one else I've ever known. I like the way you tease me. I am slowly getting used to you scaring the crap out of me whenever you materialize at my side," I complimented her. 

"I have one guideline I do try to live by, though, and that is, come at me all you like but stay away from my friends," I stated.

"Does that include that druggy-whore biker slut?" Paige mumbled. I wasn't sure what about Belle pissed Paige off so much but I felt I had to make a point. I sprang on Paige and hefted her onto my shoulder.

At first Paige was uncertain and then she began sniffle-giggling, but when I broke through the tree line that separated my property from the Kappa Sigmas, she saw where I was heading and squealed. She was still caterwauling when I dumped her into the pool. Several of the Kappa Sigmas were sitting out in the afternoon overcast sunlight.

"You bastard," Paige sputtered and splashed about. After a second she parted the hair covering her face and scowled at me. "You don't even know if I can swim."

"If you couldn't I would have jumped in and saved you," I told Paige. She began swimming to the closest ladder. In retrospect, I should have given more care to the thinness of what Paige was wearing and what it would expose when wet.

Paige furiously stomped forward, her waterlogged clothes splashing water everywhere. I took in the view and before she got to me, she realized what she was exhibiting to the whole world.

"I'm going to kill you!" she screamed at me. I showed remarkable (and what some would say was shocking for me) intelligence by running for my life, Paige in close pursuit.

I let her catch me on the stairs going up to the porch from the yard. She shoved me down and began hitting me -- really punching me with her fists. She kicked and screamed for several seconds then let out one last bestial scream and sloshed inside. By the time I got inside, Aunt Jill and Iona were looking at me quizzically. Before I could explain, Paige came storming back downstairs.

"You" she screeched, "you...played me. I...well done, Zane," she abruptly changed emotional direction. "I'll let Belle know that I apologize for behaving immaturely." Paige shook her head a few times. "I give you this round and I have to applaud your psychological manipulation of the situation, Zane." Paige leaned up, kissed me on my lips, and headed back upstairs.

"What was that all about?" Jill came up and whispered to me.

"I wish I knew," I shrugged.

"I think Paige may be too smart," Iona observed. "She sees plans in your instinctual reactions. I suddenly think Cordelia is in serious trouble in her feud with you."

After that circus, I had a reasonable expectation of a drama-reduced conclusion of the weekend. I was going out with Heaven after all. Things could still go wrong. When I made my way to my car at five it wasn't Heaven I saw; it was Hope. Mind you, Hope looked amazing dressed in white boots, leggings, below-the-knee length skirt, skin-tight shirt, and bolero jacket. I was suddenly worried about in which cultures white is the color of Death.

"Hey, Hope," I greeted her as I pulled out my phone and hit Heaven's speed dial.

"Hello, Zane," she grinned as she folded her arms and tilted her hip as she waited for me to attend to business.

"Zane," Heaven mumbled from the other end.

"Babe, what is going on? I like Hope and I owe her a date but I want to be with you right now," I said. There was a long pause.

"We agreed that there would be more of a rotation to help us deal with the stress of this school year," Heaven moped.

"Could you hurry up and come down here? Because there is something I want to talk to you about but not over the phone," I requested.

"I don't want to...fine," Heaven groaned, "I'll be down in a second."

"As a joke I tried to get anyone to bet me you wouldn't call. No one took the bet," Hope smiled.

"You are very beautiful, Hope. This is nothing against you, but I had my heart set on Heaven tonight," I told her. "Besides, at 12:01 tonight, I really, really wanted to nail her."

"You might get the chance to nail someone anyway," Hope smiled seductively. "It isn't like you are unfamiliar with my body and I certainly don't mind being in close proximity to you."

"Doesn't your Dad kill people for a living?" I questioned.

"No, silly, he's in private security. As far as I know, he hasn't killed anyone in the United States in some time -- that wasn't self-defense," Hope explained. 

"I'm still not going to mention to him that we are going out. He'd break every bone in your body. He's very protective of his daughters," Hope studied me for my reaction.

"Eh, he's an old guy," I mused. "I can probably take him." Hope began giggling hysterically. Heaven came running up and hug-tackled me, ending that discussion. Christina followed along at a more sedate pace.

"I am so fucking horny," Heaven whispered in my ear.

"That's not fair," I growled, "because now all I can think of his your sweaty back pressed against me as I rub my hands all over your stomach and breasts."

"Bastard," she sizzled, but she was clearly less stressed about her now. "What did you want to tell me?"

"When I got home I ran across a mutual friend," I teased.

"Who?" Heaven worried. I pulled out my wallet and retrieved a certain someone's card.

"She asked about me, but she really wanted to know about you," I said as I handed Officer Danica Campbell's card over. "She told me she misses the feel of you brushing your tits along her back and your hard cock filling her up in every way. She wants to know when you, and maybe I, can stop by."

Heaven's eyes grew wider as she looked from the card then over to me several times.

"I...uh...really?" Heaven questioned. I nodded in the affirmative.

"If you feel like it, call her and set something up and I'll tag along if you want me to." 

"Remember, I'm busy Wednesday nights," I suggested. Heaven now seemed positively ecstatic.

She gave me one more long kiss, skipped over to Christina, showed her the card and began hurriedly whispering to her. Christina shot me a curious look then smiled, giving her seal of approval to my little gift to Heaven. As those two turned the corner, I walked over to Hope.

"Thank you for waiting, Hope," I said, as I took both her hands in my own.

"I fully understand Zane. Loyalty is not one of your failings and it wasn't like you recoiled at the sight of me," Hope teased. "Now let's go." I opened her car door and held it open so she could get in, then went around and got in my side, started things up, and left campus.

"So, what's the agenda for tonight?" she inquired.

"There is this place on Carver Street that sells the thickest hamburgers we've ever seen, or so I'm told," I related. "After that, we walk around UV campus until 7:30 when we catch the noir film classic A Woman's Face. I've never seen it but I heard it is about the dual nature of women as both nurturer and spirit of vengeance." Hope seemed intrigued so I counted that as a win.

We had barely beat curfew coming through the gates but neither Hope nor I seemed ready to call it a night. I had my own reasons for wandering around FFU's campus and if Hope had any ideas about my intentions, she kept quiet about them. It was nearly eleven when I led my date up to the Solarium. Thankfully, the lights were out and some of the sofa-beds were occupied.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 25



We tip-toed to my room around the Chinese screens, revealing my actual sleeping station to be miraculously unoccupied. Barbie Lynn, Rio, Mercy, and Vivian had all bowed to my wishes to be alone tonight. I turned around and pulled Hope to me.

"Yes?" she whispered. "Are we finally up to something because you've been picking this moment with care? As your Marksmanship instructor, I approve. As a woman keenly expecting masculine attention, I'm getting a bit frustrated."

I let my lips do my talking, starting at her finely crafted lips, then moving to her earlobe and the spot right below that. That turned out to be a magic spark for Hope and she began systematically throbbing against me. When I tried to pass farther along her neck toward her shoulder, Hope grabbed the hair on the back of my head and returned me to that place.

A little tongue action in conjunction with my lips elicited a grunt from the lady.

"Ugh," Hope gulped, "Right there...just like that." Since we were having a serious disagreement about who was in charge here -- and I was losing -- I moved my hands from her hips. They traipsed along her side, tickling her, and I moved them simultaneously to both breasts.

Hope did an admirable job of body control but her nipples were the great betrayers. They popped up like a 'just right' indicator on a Thanksgiving turkey. Her bra felt simple but thin, so a vigorous stimulation of her nubs produced unbeatable results for her. I alternated between caressing her firm yet pliable breasts and rubbing and twisting her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

"No...no," she panted softly. She wasn't begging me to stop. She was forcing her stimulation under control by will alone. She was raising the threshold of her climax and I was going to have to really work to overcome her resistance. That was the game with Hope; she was a female tiger, uncertain if the male before her was a worthy mate to submit herself to. Hope wasn't looking for a partner; with her, all battles had winners and losers.

I didn't plan to lose and just like she had all the aces where firearms were involved, I had the vastly superior experience in giving and receiving pleasure. Speaking of which, I detached my left hand to Hope's right and pulled it down my torso in a steady, serpentine motion. The destination wasn't my crotch but my belt buckle.

Hope once told the club that she was trained to field strip her rifle in the dark with her right (main) hand tied behind her back. She certainly didn't disappoint me with her removal of my buckle and her rapid whipping out she managed with my belt. I confidently returned my hand to her breast. Hope countered by stepping up with her right leg between mine and her left leg on the outside so she could start some bump and grind action against my upper thigh.

She worked my zipper open and my pants partially down before she began to squeeze and stroke my intensely anxious cock.

"Oh, that's nice," she purred.

"I'm thinking the same thing," I panted my response. Hope used her one free hand to push off from my chest.

"I want to feel it...on my lips and tongue," she breathed through her nose as she spoke. "Barbie Lynn won't stop licking her lips when she talks about your semen on her tongue and all Heaven does is blush, look down, and have this annoying little smile on her face. It is driving Chastity and I nuts."

"That's nice; now hush up and take off my clothes," I ordered calmly. This was sort of the test for what I was aiming for with Hope.

"You want me to take off your clothes?" she questioned. I replied with a nod. Hope studied me for a second, not my face and intent, but in preparation of her approach to stripping me.

Hope slowly tugged my shirt up, looking me over as she coaxed my arms up so she could eventually take my shirt off.

"Zane...are you..." she was surprisingly hesitant, "are you going to make me...clean you up...after we have anal sex...with my mouth?" Oh, that was the problem. 

Heaven and Barbie Lynn did ass-to-mouth for me but it didn't seem to gross them out. Hope would have found the very idea disgusting before she met me but now she was unsure, and Hope hated being indecisive over any aspect of her life.

"Let's not worry about that tonight," I assured her. "I have other plans for you."

To understand why Hope was currently so meek (for her) and attentive, you had to understand that her Father was a stern warrior-patriarch of a very proud and mostly traditional Korean family. At home, she was the dutiful eldest daughter in a family with no sons; here at FFU, she was aloof and deadly, except around Christina and company, where she got to be a relatively normal American girl in her early twenties.

Hope's only experience with men was with her Father, who was rumored to have killed any male who looked at her sexually, or expected her to kill the ones he missed. At FFU there were no guys at all for her to form relationships with -- until I arrived. It wasn't a Daddy-issue thing, Hope didn't charge off into the great unknown; she became a good student and learned, patiently and confidently.

I would have time later to marvel at my brilliance; at the moment, Hope planting small kisses across my abs and chest as my shirt came up was beyond pulse searing. She didn't know stimulation so much as she understood how a body worked. She also was coolly efficient in easing my shirt over my head and off my arms.

She used a strong, steadying maneuver to take each shoe and sock off before she removed my pants and underwear together. When she finished, she was left kneeling in front of me, my penis bobbing an inch or two from her lips. She stared at it. I cupped a hand over each ear and guided her lips to my blood-engorged head.

I had no intention of ramming it down her throat; her parting of the lips was enough. It was on her own initiative that she licked off the pre-cum starting to appear along the slit. Her lips took in the top of the head and I stopped the pressure on her head. Hope quickly took over, leaning forward, taking in the whole head, retiring before bobbing back and letting her lips pass over the head to the start of the shaft.

I let her figure out by using her mouth and wrapping my cock up with one hand what felt good to me. She was growing in confidence by leap and bounds but I was still in charge. I touched each shoulder and she looked up (pretty damn sexy with her cheeks dimpling in as she sucked my cock).

"Stand up and take off your clothes," I instructed. I held her hand as she stood. Hope's removal of her clothing was no striptease, although it did have a certain military grace to it -- physically perfect and fearless. Four times I had to stop myself from stepping up and ravish her as her body's muscles rippled under her smooth, ochre skin and her breasts swung loose, perfectly round and excited.

"On the bed," I instructed. Hope turned presenting her taut athletic ass to me, each cheek rolling in tandem with each stride. She moved to pull back the covers but I stopped her with a word.

"No," I corrected her. "I want you above the covers." Hope smoothly altered her motion so that she crawled on all fours onto the bed. She looked over her shoulder at me, deliciously presented, before rolling onto her back.

I approached her on my hands and knees from the foot of my sleeping platform and languidly stalked up her body until I stopped and kissed her at the joining of the thigh to the torso. Hope remained attentive and quiet, watching me plant kisses on each side of her pubic triangle without touching it.

As I worked my way up to her diaphragm, Hope raised her left leg, bent at the knee, foot resting next to her other knee. I gave a quick smile; Hope was relaxed and enjoying the moment, which is pretty special for a first-timer. I let my lips nibble along the bottom rib until I took a nip out of her waist and made her giggle.

Hope shifted away as she brought the back of her hand up to stifle her snickers. I let her go. I wanted to give her a wide range of sensations to sample. Had I done this with any of the other women I'd taken to bed? No, but no two women are alike. The only person Hope compared herself to was Hope and I gave her that level of respect.

I laid a path of licks and lip suction up her sternum to her far (left) breast. I circled the areola with my tongue, making sure to rub the nipple with my upper or lower lip as I made my circuit. Hope made this cute little coughing noise but otherwise remained still. Her nipple twirled around my tongue before I engulfed it with my mouth and started a strong steady suction that I accentuated by pulling my head up with her nipple extended by the upward maneuver.

This earned me a twitching in her hips. Her raised leg began to flop back and forth to the side while the right leg pressed against me and opened up her crotch for exploration. I took the offer and ran my right hand along her inner thigh above the knee to her plump, moist pussy 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 pussy to the energies of another finger. I made slow, shallow strokes directed at parting the labia around her now rather impressive clitoris, twisting it and squeezing it between my fingers. (Strong fingers are something you work on in Marksmanship btw.)

When Hope's arms snaked up and wrapped me tightly to her, I knew she was on the home stretch. 

"I am going to take you now," I whispered in her ear. The thrill and confusion of my intentions tore her apart inside. 

She wanted to learn and obey but she also wanted to maintain her virginity, and the two ideas collided like twin locomotives. Remember, sex is in the mind and Hope's thoughts were on fire. I bit down on her earlobe at the same time I grappled with her right tit and gave several quick sharp spanks to her quim.

"Zaaannneeee!" she started out with a hiss but boiled into a thunderous shout. Her thighs clamped onto my fingers and she drove (no, she didn't claw -- she impaled) her fingers into me like nails. The temporary deafness in my right ear was its own reward. I kissed her, running my tongue along the top and back of her teeth while her body shook and shivered.

When the last of the tremors subsided I released her and pushed up with my arms, keeping my elbows half bent.

"Zane, I'm sorry. I've hurt you," Hope sounded worried that her fingernails had blood on them. The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation I'd go through in the showers tomorrow. Rio took perverse glee crowing over every new sexual scar I accumulated.

"Hush now; on your knees facing me," I commanded.

This time Hope gave a barely noticeable blink before complying. She sat there attentively, her ass resting on her heels and her palms on her thighs looking smoking hot with damp thighs and perky nipples. I shifted up the bed, keeping to my side until I was properly positioned. I then reached for the back of Hope's head and confidently directed her toward my cock once more.

Hope picked up right where she'd left off; slurping my head like a lollipop. Hope didn't get overly ambitious. She sucked me in, rolled my head around her mouth using her tongue with the occasional sojourn an inch or two down my shaft. Being at loose ends since Hope was drooling all over my rod so well, I reached out and began fondling her closest breast.

This time I was rough, milking her breast, gripping the base of the breast and pulling down until I pulled the nipple. No response from Hope wasn't a bad thing; if she didn't like it she'd let me know. A few more pleasurable minutes with Hope and I sat up and put my other hand on the small of her back (I have really good abdominal muscles).

I brushed my hand knife-like and pinkie first down between her ass cheeks. I brushed her anus but only briefly because my target was her pussy once more. She was hot, wet, and welcoming. I worked two fingers in and pumped her as hard as I dared. When I had her rocking her hips in response to my thrusts, I jumped my fingers down and vibrantly worked over her clit.

Hope choked and little shimmies emanated from her hips. Again, I switched things up on her; I moved my hand up and rotated my forefinger against her anus until it gave way. Hope made a slight gagging noise but recovered masterfully and upped the tempo of her blowjob.

"Come this way," I directed her by pulling her right buttocks to me.

Hope wiggled from the waist slightly so she could look down the length of my body into my eyes. I repeated my hand motion, her eyes flashed with pleasure and she quickly straddled my body. Now her pussy was nearly at mouth level (Hope's pretty tall) while her blowjob continued non-stop in our '69'. I gripped a buttock in each hand, pulled them apart and then lifted my head to her honey box.

With my first lick, Hope's resolve began to fracture. I would grove my tongue, move her hips over me and then lick from her clit to the bottom of her cunt. I massaged her several times before resting my head and alternating my fingers in. When my tongue lapped at her creases once more, I trailed a finger up to her anus -- no reaction.

I tickled her backside for half a minute, then substituted my tongue. I probed delicately and Hope stuttered in response. I went back to twirling her clit while pushing my index finger through her sphincter. Her oral attentions finally broke down. She let my cock plop out of her mouth and rested her forehead on my hip while the overwhelming sensations crashed over her senses.

I felt the tightness of her anal cavity around my finger and her pussy 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 penis 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...ummm...oh, yes, don't stop." My member slapped against my stomach and my balls were starting to boil and I couldn't hold back for long.

Several more flexes and grunts came from Hope before she settled down enough for me to get her to do what I wanted.

"Hope, I'm cumming," I ground out once more and just in time. Hope barely got my shaft upright and her lips over my head before I began ejaculating into her mouth.

She breathed sharply through her nose but didn't choke or spew. Time after time she took my seed until I mustered the strength to let her know I was done. Hope dismounted me and resumed her kneeling position supported by unsteady thighs. I was a little slower in following her though her eyes sparkled when I looked into their brown depths.

"Show me," I told her. Hope opened her mouth and I saw my semen brimmed inside. I kissed her lower lip along its entire length then did the same to her upper. I didn't take any of my jizz this time -- that would came another time. For now,

"Swallow," I spoke, and she did in a mighty gulp. I pulled her into me and led us down onto the comforter, Hope resting in my embrace.

I soaked up the gentle passion of the moment with Hope in my arms. When she started kissing me on the neck I realized that was her way of asking for more. I twisted my body and pulled Hope past me so she could extend herself onto her hands and knees with me at her side. She lowered herself, letting her long, luxurious black hair cascade over her far shoulder.

My hands roamed over the back of her neck and shoulders while I kissed her mid and lower back. I shifted from her side, ending up behind her. I gave a slight nudge to her calf to get Hope to open her legs wide and let me position my hips behind her. I gave my rod a few strokes to get it ready but really the visual tableau of the tightly sculpted muscles of her shoulders, back, hips, and buttocks made the physical stimulation superfluous for me.

Keeping my eyes on Hope, I leaned way back and rummaged under the rolled-up blanket at the foot of the bed. The heating pad I'd asked Barbie Lynn to place there made finding the vial of viscous scented oil that was being warmed up easy. I was pleasantly assured of my feel for Hope to notice she hadn't looked back to see what I was up to. That took a great deal of confidence and trust.

The serenity with which Hope greeted the thin stream of liquid as it steamed while flowing from her tailbone into her cleft was intensely arousing to my sight. I set down the container and began rubbing the oil in. First I started around the anus but I soon moved over each cheek, massaging them as well. When I coasted down to her inner thighs Hope figured out what was really going on and I could swear I heard a phantom cough of amusement.

She knew I'd tricked her in a playful way. A few seconds later she pieced together the why -- distracting her was secondary to easing the fatigue creeping through her thighs, lower back and butt 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 butt crack. I gently rocked forward, pushing my cock onto her back. Swaying back, I let my penis slip off her butt, 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 pussy, mimicking the fucking motion. Time and again I let my penis head cut along her labia, brush her clitoris until it was stimulated by the low ridges along the shaft. It didn't take long for Hope to start pushing back against me to maximize my 'depth'.




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Hope clenched the sheets as we both increased the violence of our impacts. Her breath was coming in labored huffs and sweat began beading up all over her skin. Considering how fit Hope was, I was impressed with the intensity with which she embraced our sympathetic coupling.

"No...not yet; keep going," was her self-encouraging mantra. "Don't let go...don't let go. Push him...push him harder."

I scooped up the long tail of Hope's hair and guided her body up off her hands so that her back slid up and down my chest. Our hands did a little dance of their own. She ended up with her left reaching across and holding on to my right at her breast. My right still held the majority of her long locks, and I used those to give a silken caress to my coaxing of her right breast to sensual overload.

My left hand landed on her stomach and used that perch to push her harder into me with each thrust. Her left hand wandered back to my ass. Hope's nails dug in deep (am I being marked/branded?) and she matched her pull with my push between her legs. When she finally succumbed to her climax, vaginal juices washed over my cock and down both our thighs.

I was perfectly poised to support my lovers body as she surrendered to her orgasmic impulses and erotic energies coursed chaotically through her system. Her murmurs signaled she was regaining control and she made it definite by placing a series of kisses along my right arm. I coaxed us down on the bed facing one another.

"I still don't know if I want to have sex tonight," Hope smiled sleepily.

"It is your choice to make," I answered. "We both know you have the confidence now to make that decision when you are ready."

"Are you looking out for me, Zane?" Hope teased me wearily.

"Of course. I look out for all my ladies, even those who can take care of themselves just fine," I noted. She nodded and I realized that she'd tentatively opened the door into her inner circle of friends. "To answer an earlier question, I take no pleasure in ordering you around as some kind of power trip. I communicated with you in a manner that maximized your focus on our caresses." She nodded and gave me an affectionate peck on the forehead, reaffirming her dominant status.

"You will come with me and shower," she ordered me. I retrieved two robes and my shower kit and a naked Hope lead me to the Solarium shower. We did not bathe ourselves; we lathered, rubbed, and rinsed the other, and I could tell Hope relished the experience.

"Tell me something: how come you and Heaven have never snuck off in the woods and knocked boots?" she mused.

"You are not asking because you think we did and didn't talk about it so you must be wondering what it would be like if we did...so yes, I would fuck you if you asked me to while doing a little shooter-spotter bonding out in the forest," I related to Hope; on the Marksmanship team, I was the spotter to her shooter. Her eyes flashed like lightning on a pitch black night. A powerful, lethal rifle in hand and a lover penetrating her was Hope's aphrodisiac -- her perfect storm.

"You should get ready for that. I definitely think it will make us a more simpatico team," Hope smiled and rubbed her breasts against my chest. "Are you going to make me obey you?"

"I'm going to stick a ponytail up your ass and make you call me Master," I confided.

"Oh, so how do you want your bullets; orally, anally or at high-velocity?" she remarked as her grin became more feral.

"I've got nothing but love for you, Baby," I joked. We finished toweling off and headed for the bedroom area. We immediately noticed that while the sofa-beds were still open, they were unoccupied. Had we been that loud? I'm being rhetorical -- I am the soul of discretion but I bring out the vocalist in every woman I meet.

Inside the screens I could make out the forms of multiple girls having already settled in under the covers. Rio and Mercy were intertwined at their usual place on the far side of the bed. Barbie Lynn was curled up, facing away from us, in the middle of the platform, and Vivian was on her back, eyes closed, stretching out on the near side.

I motioned Hope to follow me to the spot between Barbie Lynn and Vivian at the foot of the bed. She looked down at her carefully placed clothes then back to me. Her gaze went to the clock on one of the wardrobes, back to me, then she followed. We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes as our hair dried and bodies wound down.

"Mmmm...that was definitely more than I envisioned, Zane," Hope sighed happily while staring up at the clouds in the night sky. "I need to be going but I look forward to seeing you in the morning."

"No, you are staying the night," I stated. Hope pushed herself up into a kneeling position, hands on her thighs and her ass resting on her heels.

"You are getting off on ordering me around, aren't you?" Hope smirked. To maintain the illusion, I didn't answer. I did get on my knees, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled us both into a kneeling, upright posture. Our mutual attraction brought our fresh bodies into contact. Hope exhaled and let her hands come to rest on my buttocks and the side of her head rest against my collarbone while my hands cupped each of her ass cheeks.

Hope then did something I hadn't even imagined; she purred like a sated cat and snuggled firmly into my embrace.

"Thank you, Zane," she whispered.

"You're welcome, my Little Thunder" I responded. I knew I could have said something like 'you are worth it' or 'you did all the real work,' but I went with what felt right and those were the words she wanted to hear.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 26



*Death is inevitable; no one can force it upon you or save you from it*

(My editor Frontma takes my ramblings and forges them into something that makes sense, so thanks)

(This one picks up soon after the previous chapter ends)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

(This chapter is sex-lite in case that's why you are here)




"Zane," a woman whispered in my ear. It is a testament to my out-of-control sex life that I didn't immediately know the identity of the woman in my bed even though drugs and/or alcohol were not involved.

"Yes, Hope?" I turned and whispered back.

"We are surrounded," her eyes glimmered.

Indeed, we had been surrounded in the few hours we'd been asleep. Barbie Lynn had crowded in on Hope's section of the bed. As Hope rolled onto her side and snuggled into me, Barbie Lynn wiggled in behind her and pressed her magnificent boobs into Hope's back. She had even put her upper arm to rest on Hope's and had situated her right lower thigh and calf between Hope's legs.

On the other side of the equation, Vivian was on her side, left leg laid over my thighs and left hand on my chest...on top of Hope's hand. Both our new female companions were sound asleep and snoring softly.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I inquired quietly.

"I don't know," Hope seemed conflicted. "Barbie Lynn is having a good dream."

"And?" I wondered.

"Her nipples are digging into my back and she's humping my ass," Hope grinned. At least she wasn't offended. "What would you do?"

"Turn over slowly, push her on her back, spread her legs and then slip two fingers into her pussy and pump her," I tried not to snicker. "Work in small circles, then start suckling on a nipple; she likes a bit of teeth."

"I've never been sexually involved with a woman," Hope said. It wasn't a statement but a declaration of an issue she was contemplating.

"You would like to see Barbie Lynn and me...pleasuring one another, would you not?" Hope mused.

"Absolutely," I nodded slightly, enough not to wake our companions.

"I'll bring it up to her over breakfast," she informed me thoughtfully. "I need to look into her clear blue eyes when I talk this idea out with her."

"She'll like that," I murmured, "and that is what she deserves too." Though asleep (we hoped), Barbie Lynn nuzzled into Hope's ear and let her hand drop down onto Hope's closest breast.

"She's not making waiting easy," Hope looked worried concerning her desire to postpone the encounter.

"The best things in life are never easy," I pointed out before we both drifted back off.

GOOD NEWS AND REJECTION

I woke up with the feeling that something was wrong but I couldn't place it. The alarm wasn't going off, the phone wasn't ringing, and there were no sirens screaming. Vivian, on my left side, had worked her way between my arm and my body and was draped over half of my form. The awkwardness only increased when I realized she'd slid a hand between her legs.

That wasn't so bad except it also meant the back of her hand was also rubbing along my cock. Her other hand had come to rest against my neck on the far side and her face was blowing softly on my neck's near side. Remember the arm she'd separated from my side? The devilish hand at the end of that arm had somehow wedged itself under her underwear and was holding one of Vivian's butt cheeks.

Vivian began the slow, steady process of awakening, bringing about a strange paralysis in me. As her mind wandered its way toward alertness, both of her hands fidgeted slightly. My pulse jumped and my rod raced to iron hardness against her wrist as she stirred.

"Your hand is on my ass," she murmured.

"I'm sorry," I gulped. "I wish I could say I was sorrier but I'm not. My only excuse is that I was asleep when it happened."

"I know, Zane, I put your hand on my ass," Vivian said, her breath tickling my jugular. "It was already close and...I was curious." I blinked up at the ceiling, having moments ago misread the evidence and believed I'd violated this woman's trust in me.

"I am going to spank you," I seethed. "I am going to strip down your panties and spank your butt for putting me through what you just put me through."

"Does it buy me any goodwill if I tell you that Chastity brought some things over for Hope last night?" Vivian wondered. "They're over on the dresser. That's why I cut the alarm off, so you two could get some more sleep."

"The alarm is off," Hope whispered. "What time is it?" She didn't sound so happy.

"I didn't hear you wake up," Vivian apologized.

"Long-range shooting involves controlled breathing," Hope answered. "What time is it?"

Vivian rolled over, leaned off the bed, and retrieved her phone.

"5:27," Vivian hissed back to us.

"Oh," moaned a sleepy Barbie Lynn. "I guess Zane and I will have to do it in the shower again – not that I mind," she finished with a sexy grin.

"No marathon session if you go downstairs," Vivian cautioned.

"Zane and I have already showered," Hope said, "So we can avoid the ritual at this time."

"How was it?" Barbie Lynn propped herself on an elbow and gazed upon Hope's face.

"I will never look at Zane touching or kissing another woman in the same way," Hope imparted to her. "I'll talk about the details when I've digested the lessons I learned last night."

"Yes – lessons," Hope confirmed as she rolled back the covers and sat up. "It is his chosen method for our sex play, that of female student and male instructor."

"That's just fascinating;" grumbled Rio, "but some of us do need showers. If Zane doesn't put in an appearance...hey, what are you doing, Monkey?" Rio's attention turned to Mercy. Mercy had rolled on top of Rio, elevated on all fours, and was now sucking on and nibbling Rio's left nipple.

"Did I tell you to do that?" Rio quizzed Mercy. Mercy shook her head in the negative but kept hold of the tit in her mouth. "Don't you worry, you annoying cunt," Rio grinned evilly, "I've got something planned for your insubordination this time. Now scoot." This time Mercy did wiggle off Rio.

"Why don't you play teacher/student with me?" Barbie Lynn teased me.

"You eat ice cream with a spoon and steak with a knife, Barbie Lynn...but hell, if you want to play Merry Monk and Naughty Nun with me, I'm game," I grinned. Barbie Lynn's grin equaled mine and added a salacious tongue running along the lips. She is my best sexual partner ever.

"Before you run off can I ask Zane for one favor first?" Vivian asked the ladies. I was hoping she'd be considerate enough to ask me too.

"Atta girl," Rio perked up. "Ride his face. Get his patented tongue-tickle wakeup call."

"That's not what I have in mind," Vivian responded.

"Sure," Barbie Lynn answered Vivian's request.

"What; are we stockholders in Zane now?" Hope inquired. "I withhold my vote until I know what Zane has to do and how he feels about it."

"Thanks, Hope," I looked over at her.

"You are my spotter. If you are distracted, your performance suffers and so does mine," she smiled. "It is enlightened self-interest." Yeah, right.

"I understand, Hope," Vivian nodded. "I knew if I asked Zane, he would consult with you ladies so I elected to take on any of your rejections myself. Zane, would you let me cuddle up against you for a few more minutes? That's all I want."

"Sure," I agreed. This wasn't going to be so hard. Unfortunately, fate is cruel and I'm an idiot if there was ever any doubt. Vivian maneuvered so that her back was to me and she was pressed into my body. 

Hellish complication number one: when Vivian had leaned off the bed, I had removed my hand from her underwear, causing it to have ridden half-way down her ass.

Hellish complication number two: I sleep naked; my cock was hard and wedged between said ass cheeks, and I mean wedged in deep. 

Hellish complication number three: "Zane, could you wrap your arm around me, please?" Vivian murmured. I had a feeling she had closed her eyes, feigning sleep, so I draped an arm over and rested it on her stomach – nice and safe. Vivian took my hand and pulled it to a point underneath her right tit and slightly into her cleavage beneath her shirt.

Okay, I'm thinking, I'm still safe. I can do this for a few minutes and not crack. I had a really good time with Hope last night and I'm not running at a 100% over-stupid like I normally am. Vivian started to stretch, her back arching away from me while her shoulders and hips pushed in. I had to admit that her hair smelled great. I knew what to do next, but then I realized that what I had to do was think like someone who didn't know what to do. (Confused? Join the club)

"What do I call you?" I whispered into her ear.

"Vannie," she responded quietly. 'Vannie' must be the nickname her boyfriend uses.

"Time to wake up, Vannie," I breathed. Vivian kept arching her back, with some gradual hip rotation added to the mix. My cock was rubbing down between each buttock; my hand was being pushed over the top of her shirt-covered breast.

I had a reprieve when the bell's edge of my phallus caught on the waistband of her panties. Vivian swiveled her hips a few more times and then rotated her shoulders so that the palm of my hand wove circles over her breast. Her enticed nipple came out to play by twisting with my movements. I still had some hope, though, that she'd stop soon.

When she ran her hand from her stomach to her crotch I prayed that a little self-stimulation was all she was seeking. With her left hand, which I hadn't tracked, she worked her panties half way down her thighs before resuming her gymnastic routine. Then her fiendish hand migrated over her thigh and cheek until it wrapped around my penis and gave it a squeeze. I had to do something quickly.

"Vannie," I whispered with more urgency, "you really need to wake up." Vivian faked a yawn then wiggled violently against my hips. This allowed her to force my cock through her ass crack and between her thighs. Vivian was showing a surprisingly inherent talent as a champion lap-dancer. I had done the whole pseudo-sex thing last night with Hope so why was I being subjected to this again? "Vannie, I wish you didn't have to go."

That caused a hiccup in her performance. Her hip movements became almost romantic in their tenderness and a low contented growled emanated from her chest. I racked my personality assessment of Vivian to figure out what to do next. Sexual conduct is best when you know what your partner is looking for and meeting that expectation.

I took my hand from her breast, sauntered it up her sternum to her neck and jaw. I tilted her head toward me. Her eyes were still closed as if asleep so she made no reaction as I leaned in for a chaste kiss – no tongue. She kissed back in an equally tender fashion.

"You need to wake up, Vannie," I said one last time. She nodded, gave me another kiss, and then let her head settle back on the pillow.

"Thank you, Zane," Vivian told me as she looked up and over her shoulder at me.

"Fuck it all, Bro!" Rio yelled. "Your cock is in her ass. Fuck her! Fuck her! This is your chance to nail the stuck up bitch."

"She's not a stuck up bitch and my cock is not in her ass," I countered.

"Trust me," Barbie Lynn provided her input, "if that meat was up her butt, the look on her face would be totally different." What happened to normal days of waking up where we greet each other, ask about our plans for the day, and wonder what we are having for breakfast? Seriously, who has discussions about what a girl's face would look like with my dick up their ass first thing in the morning?

"On that wonderful note, I'm going to..." I suddenly realized I was boned by reality. I had nowhere to go. I didn't need to shower and I didn't have to be anywhere for an hour and a half. Speaking of boners, why wasn't Vivian letting go of my cock, which she held tightly against her pussy lips? Well, if you can't be happy...

"Vivian, could you stay with me a little longer?" I requested gently.

"That's it," Rio chuckled. "Lure her in with that patented Braxton seduction then tap that butt good." There was rustling from Rio's side of the bed. "Mercy, you stay put."

"I'm going down and talking to the other girls," Barbie Lynn announced. "Zane, I'll explain things to our shower buddies."

With that, she scooted away from the covers and crawled off the foot of the bed.

"I'm going to put some clothes on," Hope spoke up. "It is something of a marvel that so many of you seem comfortable in your nakedness but I'm not there yet." She too made her way off the bed and to the clothes Chastity had left for her friend.

"Sure, Zane, I'll stay a little longer if you like," Vivian was finally allowed to respond.

I nestled into her and she molded tightly to me. As I was busy inhaling the scent of her hair my hand returned to her stomach. This time it was a little lower – like brushing the top of her pubic hair lower. Vivian did me two better. Her right hand reached back and stroked my hair as I rested my lips on her neck – innocently of course.

Her left hand was up to far worse; she reached down and began to pet my cockhead that was conveniently poking between her legs at pussy level. At that point, I'm trying to figure out why in the hell Vivian is torturing me. A loud slap of a hand on ass echoed to me from Rio's side of the bed. Mercy squeaked. Then it occurred to me; two could play at Vivian's game.

The hand on the stomach wandered up her body, underneath her sleeping jersey and began fondling her left breast, including the occasional pull on the nipple. Another spanking resounded from the Rio/Mercy duo as I freed my left hand from beneath me and wrapped up Vivian's hair. I tilted her head toward me and began kissing her lips. Her mouth opened at my approach and we were soon wrestling back and forth with our lips and tongues.

A third slap of Rio's paddle on Mercy's butt rang out. I began pumping against Vivian's ass. As my cockhead withdraw deep into her muscular thighs her hand followed. I stopped when her fingers touched her clit. I'm still somewhat unclear on how Christian school girls stand on masturbation but it obviously didn't matter that Vivian was doing it right now – she had her shirt bunched up above her breasts, her panties around her knees, and my cock massaging her cunt.

Two more smacks echoed from Mercy's paddling which concluded with a squeal of pleasure. Sometimes those two...I guess the next step is for them to be the first FFU openly lesbian couple or a Bonnie and Clyde crime spree, based on which way the neuron misfires in Rio's noggin. As for which way Vivian's brain was going off the rails, I wasn't totally certain.

"Yes," she broke our kiss. "Yes, yes, yes," she panted. We were now rocking with some real synergy. She titled her face away from me and placed her chin on her chest as her breathing became rapid and shallow. Farther down, my cock and her fingers became impossibly slick with a mixture of my pre-cum and her vaginal fluids.

I picked up the tinglings from her cunny first but they rapidly spread to her stomach and thighs.

"Yes, oh, yes...oh, Holy God...ugh, ugh, ugh...YES!!!" Vivian cried out. More liquid sloshed against my penis – not too much but enough to make me shoot...all over her hand and thighs. "Oh, oh, oh...it's been so long," she wheezed through tortured lungs.

We rapidly put the brakes on our action and settled into a comfortable embrace. A minute later she gave me one last playful butt wag and sat up. My cock was thankfully going into a dormant state. Vivian had swung her feet off the bed, then turned and kissed me (chastely once more).

"Thank you, Zane," she smiled as she began lapping my semen off her hand. "I can't wait to try this out with my boyfriend."

Plus side: Vivian was getting the courage to get back with the long-time boyfriend who had 'accidentally' taken her virginity. I'd like to make Vivian's quality of life better. She also liked the taste of my seed.

Down side: I'm back to being a practice dummy for the ambitious girls around me. Also, she liked the taste of my seed.

"I appreciate you letting me loosen up and work out some of my issues with you," Vivian completed.

Why can't a woman be satisfied with being a total jerk to me so I can stay angry with them for more than five seconds? I know there are chicks out there that get out of bed, sneer down at their former lover, and belittle them before laughing like the Wicked Witch and sauntering out the door. I blame my misconceptions on Lifetime TV – my Aunt watches it – honest.

I flopped down on the bed and stared at the last bit of dark skies before the first rays of sunlight drove them away. Hope stepped into my field of view, grinning, with her ponytail dangling down and tickling my nose.

"Zane, I really care for you and I am saying this with the utmost sincerity," Hope began.

"You should have let Christina throw you out that first day," she smiled. "I have trained in the martial arts since I was five yet I've never seen anyone take a beating like you have in my entire life. The Energizer Bunny has nothing on your staying power, Zane. From Barbie Lynn at the beginning of the semester to Vivian right now, you just get it coming and going. I'm in awe with your inability to learn from your mistakes. I mean that in the kindest way."

"Have I done anything right?" I sighed. Hope grabbed my nose, pinched it painfully, and yanked my head over for eye-to-eye contact.

"You do a lot right, Zane – no pity party for you. I can name a dozen women who would charge into a burning building to save you – me included," she pointed out.

"Zane, I want to protect you, and my Father taught me to ignore the cries of my own family if we were ever attacked because that would reveal my position," Hope informed me. Man, that is just plain fucked up in so many ways I don't even want to get into. What kind of father does that to his little girl?

"I've never had a pet; I sleep with an automatic pistol under my pillow and a combat shotgun beneath my bed. I couldn't imagine anyone would consider himself a man unless he was versed in at least three forms of combat. I don't think I need to go into my instructions should a man touch me inappropriately, much less touch me when I was naked," she smiled warmly.

"Wait," I mused after a moment's retrospection, "you want to protect me? Can't I be the one protecting you?"

"Okay," she replied thoughtfully, "after Karate Club today, you and I can spar and if you can take me two out of three submissions, I will allow you to protect me."

Wait, I am going to risk getting my ass kicked for what? It isn't like she's going to sleep with me if I win, and I can definitely get some action with Cappadocia if I refuse.

"I'd like to but I have plans," I shrugged.

"I am sure Cappadocia will understand. Besides, I might finish you off quickly and the two of you can get at it when I leave," Hope countered.

"What makes you think...?" I get out.

"Zane, you live in a glass house – literally. You and her are no great secret," Hope interrupted.

"Fine, let's see who gets schooled this time," I agreed. "So, how many years of Karate have you had?"

"None," she smiled sweetly. "If it matters, I am advanced in the teachings of Taekkyeon, Hapkido, and Geom Do."

"I have no clue as to what those styles are," I admitted.

"A striking techniques style, a mixed martial arts style, and Korean Sword fighting," Hope informed me without a hint that she was offended by my ignorance.

I knew that was a vast simplification of what those schools taught but from my limited experience, we could sit back and discuss them for twenty years and not cover every nuance. What I did know was, this school had more than its fair share of females unusually skilled in the arts of killing their fellow sentient life forms.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 26



Wait, was this the Hell Mouth and I am surrounded by an army of Buffy's, Faith's and Willow's? Did that make me Zander? Maybe I was Oz. He got to be a werewolf after all.

"Where do you go," Hope asked with intense curiosity, "between that blink of your eye and the next?"

"I'm imagining what you look like without your bra and panties on," I lied. I said that because I wanted to see her reaction, not because I had a hope in hell of her believing that. She did nothing. "I try to put my current circumstances in a context, no matter how crazy, that allows me to figure out what I should do next."

"I should have known that you would embrace a cosmic embryonic spirit when making crucial decisions," Hope noted. Translation: I'm nuts.

"I am glad you pierce through my many layers of obfuscations to see the real me," I retorted.

"I am glad you see the real me too," she smiled.

I got dressed, pulled out some homework, was jumped by my cohort of hotties, stripped down so they could examine my new collection of war wounds before finally letting me regain my clothing and dignity, while the ladies whispered conspiratorially about me. With the help of Vivian and Iona, I actually made it to the Dining Hall for breakfast by seven.

Hope, Barbie Lynn, and Vivian broke free and headed for the senior tables first but soon it was just Iona, Rio and me. Paige stopped by only long enough to check on our status; I kissed her on the inside of each wrist and she ran her fingers through my hair and straightened my collar. I had Rio check me for electronic devices because Paige likes me but she is in the Time Lord Mafia, as is Iona. I have a little feud going on with their leader.

On the way out the door, Raven caught up with me for a status update on our project. She'd written a beautiful opening paragraph and I told her that we would have the books from George Mason on Wednesday or Thursday. We asked how our weekends went; she went to the Soccer match up in Maryland and I had avoided sex the entire time.

Raven seemed pleased by the news and I'm not even in a relationship with her. Okay, I may be the only one who believes I'm not in a relationship with her but I'm happy ignoring the rest of the world at this moment. Once I passed the Dining Room threshold I was brutally reminded that I still had Handmaiden's Duty.

She was a nice, voluptuous junior named Georgia who was quite tall and quite well stacked. My task; to name all the descendants of Noah listed in the Book of Genesis. Every time I got one wrong I had to kiss her. I'd complain about the blatant sexual harassment but a) I like kissing girls and b) I could do without the ridicule of the entire school – check that; anymore ridicule from the entire school than what I was already getting.

My some miracle I made it through enough names for Christina and company to surround us (Vivian, my guardian, was right there too). Georgia suspended her punishment gracefully as Heaven pulled me aside.

"We have a date for Tuesday night," she beamed like a thousand suns.

"Cool. Should we bring anything?" I inquired.

"No. She's doing barbeque pork chops and chicken breasts, plus some other Southern stuff that I have no clue about what it is," Heaven informed me. "What is a hush puppy?"

"Deep-fried corn meal batter, I think," I tossed out there. "When do we go over?"

"5:30, and she'll have beer for me and Dr. Pepper or Sun Drop for you," she giggled. She was of legal drinking age and I wasn't, and Danica, our date, was a Lancaster City patrolwoman.

"I'll meet you at the car, Babe," I grinned down at her while squeezing her in my arms. "But we have to be going," I noted. Arriving late to Assembly was unforgivable.

"Zane, I've decided to tell my Father about you," Hope dropped her bomb right as we headed off again. I stumbled.

"Zane?" Vivian and Georgia asked simultaneously.

"Do you know how I say we should all live every moment as if it were our last? Well, never have I felt that to be truer than right now," I grinned fatalistically. "Thanks Hope."

Around Memselbub – or whatever his God-damn name was – I lost track of Noah's grandsons and began kissing Georgia a lot. About Using-Half-The-Damn-Letters-In-The-Alphabet's name, I caught a furtive hand movement by Rio and Mercy give a little jolt but I didn't have time to delve into that right then because I caught sight of Cordelia coming to Assembly from another angle.

I had a stroke of inspiration – or maybe I just had a stroke, because I dropped my bag and charged the svelte, sexy brunette Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia – aka the Science Club – and it was about time I applied a fresh coat of paint (whoop ass) to her little red wagon. I pushed through the crowd of girls and got within six feet of Cordelia before I registered on her radar.

Cordelia is a quick thinker and meticulous planner so it took her only one foot of space to figure out that this was the 'he's got no plan' that she'd been told about. I chose the blindly opportunistic blitz attack because even I didn't know what I was doing, so how could she figure it out? Cordelia squealed, dropped her book bag, and ran for it.

Now, I'm not really the moron that I often appear to be and this attack was not me blindly flailing at the world. Safety laid in either a building she could shut the doors upon entry or the Assembly Hall. Her problem was that both options sucked. She'd have to push through a press of girls to get inside the Assembly Hall; I was bigger and stronger and would definitely catch her if she tried that.

Running to another building, then, was her only real chance. That was a problem of physics, crowd dynamics, and physiology, all of which she was good at. Sure, I was the faster runner, but Cordelia would break free of the crowd first, giving her a head start. The question was; would it be enough?

Cordelia made for Simmons Hall, which was a good plan except for one annoying aspect of school life – politeness. Two girls were hurrying out of the building but stopped to hold the door for her...and me. Had Cordelia made it to the stairwell at the end of the hall she could have held the door against me long enough for us to risk being late for Assembly. It was good, quick thinking.

The politeness cost her one lonely second and that was all it took. I grappled her in the hallway and rolled us onto the ground. Cordelia was giggling and screeching and trying to wiggle free but I would have my revenge. I finally got her on her stomach and her arms pinned behind her back when Vivian caught up, looking incredibly peeved.

"Okay, Zane, you got me...you got me. I give up," panted Cordelia.

"That's nice," I responded. I hooked her closest leg, flung off her shoe and yanked off her sock.

"Damn, Zane, are you going to make me walk around barefooted?" Cordelia snickered.

"Nope," I answered as I went after her other foot. Cordelia struggled but not overly much.

It was all fun and games until I tied one sock around her ankle then secured the same side hand to the ankle behind her back. She fought harder to keep the other wrist/ankle set free but I got those to. I'd hog-tied her, sort of.

"Oh, come on," Cordelia moaned, starting to get pissed.

"Zane, stop this," Vivian warned.

"Vivian, do you want to see pictures of us – you and I – on the internet? Because that is exactly what this is about," I explained. "Cordelia feels like she can fuck with my life without repercussions. I'm not even asking her to stop, only to give me a warning before she does anything that is going to make my life rough."

"Things like Barbie Lynn and me in the shower, Cordy," I grumbled.

"But it was so hot to watch, Zane," Cordelia countered.

"All it takes is two phone calls; one to me and one to her," I pointed out. "Vivian, can I have a red marker?" Vivian thought about it for a second, then handed it over.

I went around to Cordelia's face and began writing on it. Cordelia was fuming and only got angrier when, by touch alone, she figured out what my message was.

"Fine," Cordelia growled, "lesson learned. Let me up."

"Nope. They will find you when Assembly is over," I informed her. Now she thrashed about for real.

"Don't do this, Zane," Vivian cautioned me.

"I'll explain later – I promise," I responded to my guardian. "Cordelia, we are going now. Do you need anything?"

"I could use a sip of water," she smirked. I went over to the water fountain, drank some in, filled up my cheeks then knelt down beside her and let her suck the water out of my mouth.

"Mmmm, Zane spit, my favorite flavor," Cordelia joked. Vivian and I made for the door.

"Oh, come on, Zane," Cordelia called out. "This isn't funny anymore. Let me go."

"They will let you go around 9:05 when the first students show up, Cordelia," I shouted over my shoulder. "I hope you give this little exhibition some thought."

As we sprinted across the campus grounds, we spotted Iona standing guard over my book bag.

"Thanks, Iona," I grinned. "It was something I had to do."

"Oh, it gets worse," Iona sighed morosely. "Zane, it wasn't my idea." She handed a cloth bracelet made of an intertwined white and green thread to Vivian. "I'll get you a blue thread as it seems you've earned it."

Any explanation was cut off by the bell for Assembly. We raced into the seats various compatriots had saved for us with bonus confusion of having Georgia sitting next to me. Chancellor Bass was back in charge but I didn't have too much time to notice; Georgia had returned to her Bible quiz and I was screwing up big time. Much secretive kissing ensued.

Once we exited the Assembly, the mass of us disseminated to our various first classes. Iona had to go a different way than me but Rio stuck close. I noticed she and Mercy both had more elaborate bracelets.

"So, what's up with this," I tapped it.

"He-he," Rio gloated. "It is an indicator of what you've done to us, or we to you."

"Whose idea was this?" I groaned.

"Three guesses, Brainiac," she laughed.

"What does mine indicate?" Vivian worried.

"Kissing and groped," Rio snickered. "I'll make sure you get your blue strand asap. That means you've been naked with him."

Vivian gave me a concerned look.

"Still feeling sorry about leaving Cordelia tied up?" I joked.

"Our Lord Christ teaches us to forgive those who have trespassed against us," Vivian quoted.

"Wait, you guys tied up Cordelia? Where? And can I go get me some?" Rio exulted.

"She's free by now," I let down my buddy.

"He did write 'Paige is smarter' on her face with a red marker," Vivian added.

"Bro, she is going to kill you," Rio giggled.

"Nah, Cordelia is angry but she doesn't buy into revenge," I stated. "She will look for other schemes to control me and I'll find other ways to keep her in line."

"What has Cordelia done to control you?" Vivian asked.

"Vivian," I sighed, "why do you think Cordelia would create a free porn site with my sexual antics as the main attraction? She can see me perform whenever she wants, but why share it?"

"That is convoluted as fuck," Rio griped. Vivian was thinking that over.

"So she gets at you by putting at risk the women you are with," she thought out loud. "You two are playing a game of chicken. She threatens to expose those who have sex with you, and you dare her to do just that. It seems to me you two are putting other girls at risk in your simple little game."

"It is not a game, Vivian, it is not little, and it definitely isn't simple," I explained. "It is not me versus Cordelia any more than it is Rhaine versus Christina, or the Progressives resisting Chancellor Bass. Everyone wants something and most are willing to aggressively pursue those goals. I mean, you found a use for me in less than four days."

"I-I –" Vivian stuttered because I'd laid bare this morning's activities. She was saved by the entrance to my classroom. She dropped me off, then returned to her normal schedule. My butt had barely touched my seat when I got a text. Apparently, I had an important phone message. It turned out to be from the Vice Chancellor's office.

"Hello," Ms. Reveal, who – like the Vice Chancellor – was new to the school, answered, "Dr. Scarlett's office."

"Hi, this is Zane Braxton. Did you assign me a meeting with the Vice Chancellor?"

"Yes, Mr. Braxton, and you have one minute to get here," the young lady informed me.

"When did Dr. Scarlett tell you to call me?" I asked, right as Ms. Goodswell walked into the room. I was almost out of time.

"I don't see how that was relevant," Ms. Reveal sounded cross.

"Well, sorry then, but the nine o'clock hour isn't good for me. English rocks so call me back when there is another opening in the good Doctor's schedule," I said smugly.

"Wait, you can't – " Reveal got out before I hung up. I enjoyed the class while noticing that no one rang me back. I was suspicious that Scarlett was yanking my chain and no calls pretty much confirmed that. At the end of class Virginia Goodswell pulled me and Raven, my project partner, aside. After all, last time she'd seen us together, we'd had...difficulties.

"Are you two making positive progress?" She smiled to us.

"Yes, we are," Raven chimed in. "I've created our opening statement and Zane is getting four books from George Mason for us to use as source material." Virginia looked at me askance.

"Raven, this might be a good time to inform you that we are getting those books under a third party's name because Rio picked his pocket and checked them out using his student ID and password," I told my partner.

"Zane, if you are exhibiting this much larceny for a freshman English project, what are you going to do for Finals?" Virginia teased me. It was clearly too late to chastise me.

"As I recall, the Library of Congress's security is provided by the lowest bidder," I retorted.

"God give me strength," Raven and Virginia said with perfect symmetry. I may not be respected but I am treated with tolerance and compassion, which is more than I should expect.

Vivian escorted me to the second class of the day, Biblical Archeology, which I shared with Rio. At the door Vivian tapped my arm.

"At Homecoming I'd like you to meet my boyfriend," she informed me.

"Oh, great," I snorted sarcastically. "Do you think we can have a three-way?" Yeah, right.

"I'll give it some serious thought," she smiled pleasantly then sauntered off. I was left slack-jawed yet somehow managed to stagger to my seat.

"What's up?" Rio teased me. "Did Gorman kick you upside your head again?"

"I'm morally contemptible," I replied. Vivian was such a sweet, vanilla-flavored girl when I met her and now I had her contemplating an orgy.

"Duh," Rio chuckled. "That's why I love you; you strip away the varnish that clogs our souls, Bro. There is always less fear, bullshit, and loathing in your wake. That makes you something like a combination of Martha Stewart and me." I really hadn't enough time to wrap my mind around that imagery when my phone rang.

"Mr. Braxton, you are to report to the Vice Chancellor's office immediately," Ms. Reveal addressed me sharply.

"Hmmm...when did she tell you to call me?" I responded.

"That is not relevant, Mr. Braxton. You are expected here in three minutes," she declared, then abruptly cut the connection.

"Who was that?" Rio whispered because class was beginning.

"Telemarketer," I snorted. We went through most of the class behaving, though my phone kept vibrating. In the last ten minutes of class I caught Rio fiddling with something.

"What are you up to?" I whispered across the aisle. She revealed some kind of remote control trigger which she kept cutting on and off.

"It's my damn remote but I can't tell if it is working or not," she hissed back. "What is the range on these things? Mercy is over in Trexler Hall and I'm not sure the signal is reaching her."

"What signal would that be?" I said with a sinking suspicion.

"The one to her vibrating butt plug, Dummy," she grinned maniacally. She was bad this morning and this is her little lesson." She kept thrumming the device on and off.

"Bitch, do you realize with all that action, you may have vibrated her right out of her chair in the middle of class?" I quietly scolded Rio. She kept grinning. A positive side effect of me hanging around Rio is that she makes me look sane(r). "Besides, a vibrating butt plug? Why couldn't you use a normal one like every other sexual deviant – like you and me?" Rio's eye grew big and her jaw dropped open.

"Oh, my God, Bro," Rio muttered. "You are the best guy in the world. You are so right; next time I'll go front and back – vibrating butt plug and vibrating egg. I can alternate them or have them run simultaneously. It will blow Mercy's mind!"

"Don't break anything you can't fix or replace," I cautioned her. That signaled the end of class and my last class before lunch.

"Mr. Braxton," Ms. Reveal snarled when I answered my own personal vibrating device, "you haven't been answering your phone. Present yourself to the Vice Chancellor's office at once." Vivian walked up to me and seemed curious about the conversation.

"It's some stalker-groupie," I winked to Vivian but said it loud enough for Ms. Reveal to hear. "Ms. Reveal, why does the Vice Chancellor want to see me?"

"What?" she sputtered. "That doesn't matter. Dr. Scarlett is the Vice Chancellor, you are a student, so when she demands your presence, you appear."

"Okay, I hear what you are saying but I have a class scheduled. I wasn't aware that her authority would allow me to miss classes," I stated.

"Uhmmm...she has the authority because I am telling you she has it, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Reveal snapped. Vivian reached for my phone and I handed it over.

"Hello Ms. Reveal, this is Vivian Phillips, Mr. Braxton's guardian appointed by the Board of Directors. Now, what seems to be the problem?" 

A little conversation took place where Vivian was very supportive of me. We even walked to my next class. In the process I got to provide a few answers to Frieda Godwin's Physics homework. From the course of the conversation, Vivian was getting nowhere.

"Please listen to me, Ms. Reveal," I interrupted as I took the phone back.

"This is Zane again. I know that you have worked with Dr. Scarlett before you came here but this is also your first week here so I'm going to make it simple for you; if Dr. Scarlett wants to see me, she can explain it to me why I will get an unexcused absence for one of my classes, she can have Ms. Goodswell approve the meeting, or she can go to the Chancellor and have her tell me when and where to show up," I said, "and that is how it is." 

"If you waste my time with one more pointless call I am going to report you to Security for harassment. Have a nice day." I hung up.

"What are you doing?" Vivian sounded incredulous.

"Vivian, do you know what it is like to be the new kid on the playground and this other kid, who you've been told is a bully, is coming your way with a swagger?" I postulated.

"Not really," Vivian answered.

"Well, in those cases, often your best choice is to kick the bully first before he kicks you," I explained. "If Dr. Scarlett wanted to see me about some mundane crap, why didn't she let me know at breakfast? If it was important, why didn't she tell me what it was? If it was critical, why didn't she have someone from Security get me? Instead, she schedules my meetings with only a few minutes' notice. Think about that."

Vivian thought that one through, as did Frieda (who was a senior and a Rhaine supporter). 

"If it is mundane, she contacts Ms. Goodswell," Vivian worked out. "If it was important, she would let you know...which means it is not. So why is she bringing you in?"

"My theory is that I'm one of the worst troublemakers in school and she's putting me in my place," I suggested.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 26



"She's right on that account," Frieda muttered.

"Who else do you think has been called in?" Vivian inquired.

"Good point; most of us Christina people have or will be carted in," I agreed. "Should I show up with a 2X4 – aka Walking Tall – or a cowboy vest and chaps a la Magic Mike?"

"How about you appear in your school uniform and pretend you are a semi-normal person?" Vivian rolled her eyes and undoubtedly prayed silently. She shoved me into my classroom while I was attempting to kiss Frieda's hand good-bye. As Biology droned on my phone buzzed twice. The thing is, students don't answer phones during class; teachers do.

During the first half of class Mr. Burns' phone rang. He looked at it as if it held satanic powers, but then he probably lectured Alexander Graham Bell about the viability of the Pony Express over any of these new-fangled boondoggles – like phones and smoke signals. When he answered it, he had to shout as he was nearly deaf.

"Mr. Braxton, answer your phone," Burns instructed me. My good buddy Seraphina gave me a worried look. My phone rang on cue.

"Hello?" I said cautiously.

"Zane, go to Ms. Scarlett's office now," Gabrielle Black instructed me coldly.

"Yes, Ma'am," I responded immediately. Yes, Black was head of security here at FFU, and she had the authority to tell me to go pretty much wherever she wanted. That wasn't why I did it, though. 

I did it because the woman scares me and not because she could do bad things to me academically. No, I snapped to because if Gabrielle told me to do something or she'd ram the Eiffel Tower up my ass, I fully expected to see Paris in my near future if I didn't act as instructed. My phone went dead and I stood, ready to go.

"Dr. Burns, I've been called to see the Vice Chancellor," I told my teacher.

"Oh," he nodded absently. "Do you need the bathroom pass?"

"No, I'm good," I answered with a straight-face. I headed out, giving Vivian a quick message to her voice mail to update her on my situation.

I slipped into the Vice Chancellor's office carefully. It had been the downstairs library in the Admin Building a week ago, and the VC's precise office was an offset conference room. Ms. Reveal looked to me with a great deal of unpleasantness. 

"Have a seat, Mr. Braxton," she directed. I noted her name plate read Ms. Marisol Reveal and she had the look of New Orleans Creole – Haitian mix. I sat and waited for a minute.

"When is my appointment?" I spoke up.

"Dr. Scarlett will see you when she is ready," Marisol glared.

"Okay," I shrugged as I stood up and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Marisol gasped.

"You seem to be under the mistaken impression that what the Vice Chancellor wants matters to me," I said. "I don't know you, her, or her mission here, so I'm going to lunch. Give me a call when you feel like communicating."

"It does not behoove Dr. Scarlett to explain to a student the reason she has been retained by the Board of Directors," Marisol countered.

"I agree; she doesn't have to tell me anything," I nodded. "That still doesn't explain to me why I should stay. I showed up, I waited, you jerked me around, and now I'm leaving."

"I will call Ms. Black again," Marisol warned me.

"Yeah, you keep yanking that chain and see what it gets you," I mocked her. "Right after she makes me pay for my intransigence, she will be coming for you."

"That is preposterous, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Reveal sniffed. I studied her and her desk for a few seconds. I knew what was going to happen if I left and I had nothing against her cat. I certainly didn't want to see hundreds of 'Have You Seen Ms. Mittens' flyers all over campus and I was willing to wager that would be the feline's fate if Ms. Black became pissed with Marisol.

"Is Ms. Mittens an indoor cat or does she wander about?" I asked. Marisol glared in silence. "Jeesh, it isn't going to kill you to tell me that," I griped.

"She's an indoor/outdoor cat," she allowed. I went back to the chair and sat down. They made me wait a while so I slouched and shut my eyes. I don't get enough sleep.

"Mr. Braxton, the Vice Chancellor will see you now," Marisol deigned to inform me. Being a jack-ass, I kept my eyes shut and pretend to be asleep. It took her three more attempts before she came around her desk to rouse me. "Dr. Scarlett will see you now," she said in a clipped tone.

"Oh..." I yawned. "Okay, I need to go to the bathroom but I'll be right back."

"Can't it wait?" she rumbled.

"Try making an actual appointment and I can better handle these things," I grinned. I took my time using the facilities and when I got back, Mhain Reynard, my religious fundamentalist nut rival for freshman class president, was now waiting in one of the seats. She flashed me a glacial look but said nothing.

"Hey, Sunshine," I grinned at the girl. "You look crushingly devastating as always." I could hear Mhain grinding her tooth enamel away. Marisol's headset beeped and she nodded.

"Ms. Reynard, you may go in now," Ms. Reveal said.

"Thank you," Mhain responded sweetly as she stood up and went through Dr. Scarlett's door.

"So, when do I get to go in?" I asked Marisol.

"When she calls for you," Marisol sniffed derisively. I sighed, walked over to the sofa, retrieved a pillow and used it for my head as I laid out on the floor for a nap.

"What are you doing?"

"Meditating, stargazing, praying to Space-Mecca, reliving Christ's time in the tomb, communing with the corrupted elders of Innsmouth, or taking a nap; take you pick," I mused.

"Get up," she hissed.

"Not under my own power, but if you want to try, knock yourself out," I murmured.

My eyes were shut but my ears worked just fine and they told me that Marisol came stomping my way, stopping next to my head. I was gifted by Marisol with three more 'get up's which I chose to ignore. If you can fall asleep in the mountains during a monsoon downpour, you can go to sleep anywhere.

"Mr. Braxton," Dr. Scarlett shook me a few minutes later as she knelt by my side. I hadn't really been asleep but I was curious if she'd nudge me with the toe of her black high heeled shoe (2 inch) or what.

"Hello, Dr. Scarlett," I gave a lazy smile up at her. She had sheer black hose, grey knee-length skirt, white blouse, red marble necklace, and black glasses. Her glossy black wavy hair was pulled back in a spill-over bun.

A lopsided grin was framed by her too red lips (for my taste).

"You have been giving Marisol headaches, Mr. Braxton," she murmured. I sat up; Ms. Scarlett stood and I followed.

"It is more your fault than mine," I said to the good doctor. Marisol bristled.

"How so?" Ms. Scarlett inquired.

"Why am I here?" I countered.

"As a student who has had some disciplinary issues, I was hoping to get acquainted so we could avoid difficulties in the future," Dr. Scarlett told me.

"Had you told me this at nine this morning we would have been done by now," I pointed out. Before following the doctor into her office I turned and looked at Marisol. "I apologize for putting you through so much discomfort, ma'am." We walked through the door; Dr. Scarlett indicated I should shut it and then we took our respective seats.

Again she kept me waiting while she looked over some details on her computer screen.

"You are quite the James T. Kirk in this Undiscovered Country of Freedom Fellowship University," Dr. Scarlett eventually spoke up. I didn't know who that was but I had a feeling it wasn't a modern Christian author.

"Who?" I asked. Dr. Scarlett blinked.

"James T. Kirk, Captain of the Starship Enterprise...from Star Trek," she seemed confused that I didn't know who this guy was.

"Wait, you mean that bald guy? I thought he was named something else," I wondered.

"That's Jean Luc Picard, who was the captain in the second series called Star Trek: The Next Generation," she corrected me. It was somewhat amazing to me that the Vice Chancellor was a science fiction buff. Who knew?

"Oh, wait, you mean that guy that Chris Pine plays?" I thought I figured it out. "Thank you; he is kind of hot." 

"No," she corrected, "that is the new series of movies, but it is the same character." I nodded as the pieces slowly came together.

"Ah, the Green Orion Slave Girl," I finally clued in, "and that black babe who later showed up on Heroes." Sensing Dr. Scarlett's exasperation I added, "I remember ladies better than I do men."

"Obviously," she noted. "I did not call you to my office to discuss trivia, Mr. Braxton..."

"Please, call me Zane," I interrupted then, "and I apologize for interrupting. May I call you Victoria?"

"Dr. Scarlett will do," she shook her head. "As I was saying, I asked you here to discuss your integration into this school so that we can avoid some of the problems experienced in the past."

I looked at her; she looked back, expecting me to say something, but I didn't.

"As the sole eligible male on campus, what do you see as your role here?" she pressed on.

"Uhmm, Dr. Scarlett, I am a student here – that is my role. Are you implying that I'm looking for something special because I am a guy?" I questioned.

"Mr. Braxton – Zane, you are a guy, you have remodeled your personal quarters into a bordello, and there is evidence of you having sexual relations with multiple female students," she responded. "How is that not 'something special'?"

"The administration stuck me in the attic, then told me I could set up my room any way I saw fit," I clarified. "The vast majority of my room is set aside for my fellow freshmen to have a place to unwind and relax."

"I've never violated any girl's Purity Pledge, though a few have reconsidered it after meeting me," I admitted. "I've been in a few fights – I'm not proud of that. I did as much as I could do to resist Chancellor Bass – I am proud of that. What she was doing was ten shades of wrong and I don't run away from a righteous fight."

"Zane, I am not condemning you for defending the women in your life, nor for having a healthy libido," Dr. Scarlett stunned me with a lack of blame being tossed my way. I worked that over in my mind until I figured out what was going on.

"So, do you have any recommendations on what I could do differently to fit in?" I inquired.

The problem was, this wasn't about me fitting in. She wasn't lauding my sexuality and she was trying to throw me off-center by the little annoying phone call game, followed by this sympathetic interpretation of my school life to date. I knew she wanted to manipulate me but I didn't know why. I had to get her to tip me her hand so I could figure out what the game was.

"Are you familiar with the concept of Christian Female Tribalism?" Scarlett opened.

"I get the feeling it has something to do with the six framed articles from non-Christian magazines hanging on your wall," I noted. "Also, you are clearly the darling of the Christian media," I added, as I tallied up the dozen other articles attesting to her fame.

"I haven't dedicated my life's work for the sake of popularity," Dr. Scarlett smiled (sure, right). "I am looking into the relationship between Jesus Christ's teachings, men and women. My research has led me to believe that women exist in a more spiritually pure form when solely in the company of other women."

"Where do men fit into this picture?" I questioned.

"Men provide the ultimate guidance, of course, as well as their roles in procreation and raising male children past the age of eleven," Dr. Scarlett related. "Women are happiest and most effective when they form their own networks and hierarchies." 

"You don't date much, do you?" I had to ask.

"Mr. Braxton, I have lived a chaste life in pursuit of my studies," she answered.

"Outside of your father, Victoria, have you ever lived under a man's guidance?" I wondered. It was a calculated move to use her Christian name.

"It is Ms. Scarlett, Zane, and I have relied on a variety of pastors for spiritual guidance over the years," she stated.

"Okay," I stood up, "we have nothing to discuss then." She didn't yell at me as I headed for the door. "You've never been in love and I can tell you have a poor estimation of romance."

"You would be incorrect, Zane; I have been in love but I chose purity over sinfulness," she countered.

"My faith is based on God being love – without reservation, restriction, or guilt. I know exactly where you are coming from," I said with my hand on the doorknob as I looked over my shoulder.

"You are seeking validation for the mistakes you've made over your lifespan and you are willing to sacrifice the young ladies at the school." I was getting angry. 

"I was hoping for something better but it seems like a different conductor but the same old music, Doc."

"That is not so," Dr. Scarlett stayed calm. "I am not attempting to drive you or any other student off campus. I am not your enemy."

"That is simple enough to resolve," I nodded. "What is your perfect women's society view and response to promiscuity?"

"Lust is a sin; women should resist sin as vigorously as men," she countered.

"The seven deadly sins are Catholic, not the words of Jesus," I grinned. "In fact, the first list wasn't even created until the 4th century after Christ."

"That does not make them any less valid," Dr. Scarlett offered.

"What is the cut-off date for Bible legitimacy?" I turned and faced her. "1000 ACE? Today, here, and now? Who is to say I can't create new scripture, then?"

"I apologize, Zane," she mused, "but you hardly seem to be someone touched by the hand of God with a gift of prophecy."

"Do I have to lay on hands to prove it?" I beamed. I had finally been able to interject sexual innuendo into the conversation. She didn't respond like a damn normal person – no. Dr. Scarlett stood up, walked around her desk and came to a stop barely a foot from me. I am not so easily deterred.

I leaned into the doctor until my nose was at the crux of her neck and shoulder. I used my cheek to push her hair aside and sniff my way up to her ear. She was really ironclad in her control of her passions. I trailed my nose up to her eyebrow ridge, circled over the forehead, down past the other eye, and over to her lips. We didn't kiss but I did get what I wanted.

"How about I call you Victoria when we are alone?" I tested her.

"No; call me Ms./Dr./Vice-Chancellor Scarlett," she corrected. "You are my student."

"Cool," I shrugged. "Is there anything more for us to discuss?"

"I would like to discuss my plans for this school and the role I think you can take on," Scarlett persisted.

"We've had that discussion – I chose a messy democracy over any sweet-smelling dictatorial existence," I declared. "Your belief system stands for the denial of self-determination."

"It does not, Zane. If anything, it gives women more power over their lives," she explained.

"But the basis for your system retains men in charge, with the added 'benefit' of women being more removed from the critical decision-making processes," I replied patiently.

"Don't you enjoy being in charge of so many women here at FFU, Zane? You have certainly convinced dozens of women to do what you want, even to their own detriment," Dr. Scarlett drove her point home. I laughed; I couldn't help myself.

"I might enjoy being in charge if any of the women would give me the opportunity, Victoria. Honestly, I allow the women here to safely experiment with their sexually," I explained. "Thing is, I really don't mind because I help these ladies become more comfortable in their skins, with their desires, and allow them to share things they have discovered about themselves. If I was with only one woman, what peer could she talk to? You've put your blinders on to the fact that women want to examine those urges they all have," I proposed.

"They don't surrender to lust; they acknowledge it, explore those frontiers, and then decide how to use that knowledge," I continued. "Most of the women in my life here don't lose their virginity. I think by challenging their Purity Pledge, they become stronger in their convictions. I'm not taking any choice from them; they are exercising their own will concerning their bodies."

"If you deny the male role in the Christian relationship, doesn't that emasculate you?" Victoria asked, and I noticed she didn't chastise me for using her first name this time.

"I'm not going to fall into the trap of mistaking sexual activity for true masculine activity," I headed her off. "I would like to think I mediate disputes, help with our studies, and protect them physically if needed. I don't like to fight, but I will fight to defend my ladies. So no, I don't feel less of a man because I listen to, occasionally obey, and always try to respect women."

"I see your point, Zane, and I will give it some consideration," Dr. Scarlett lied to me.

"Oh, wow...that condescension was unwarranted, Doc," I shook my head. "You would never accept that I could be the man who would alter your lifelong path. You have an unrealistic expectation of what that man would be like but it allows you to pursue your goal without male guidance and still be a good Christian woman."

"So now you think I am a hypocrite?" She gave a patient smile.

"Nope. I think you believe the theory you are selling, Vic. You are clever, attractive, but somewhat annoyed that your looks give your ideas less credence though you still use your looks when needed. You are manipulative because you are sincere and you want to keep the argument based on rational discourse, not passion."

"That would make you my opposite," she observed. "You embrace your gut instincts and allow your emotions to override what you think is the safe course of action. It is a pity you perceive me to be your enemy; I thought we could do great things together."

"You are the enemy, but you are not the bad guy; I respect those who have faith, even if it is faith in something I don't agree with," I pointed out.

"You believe women are better off without male interference in their lives. I believe there is nothing better in Creation than a man and woman in harmony with one another," I stated. 

"Don't you believe in safeguarding these young ladies' souls?" Victoria pressed on.

"If the ladies were children I could understand your interference," I countered, "but they are adults, capable of making adult decisions, and you do them a disservice by stealing their destinies from them."

"You see yourself as a better alternative?" she remained serenely calm – that's so hot.

"Lady, my life is a mess," I grinned. "I have a hard time figuring out what I'm going to do much less what I should tell someone else to do."

"But you are making the decision that my solution is the wrong one. How do you justify that?" she countered my grin with a smile of her own.

"Just because I don't have the right answer doesn't mean I don't recognize the wrong one when I see it," I reposted. "As I said earlier, we have nothing to discuss."

"Very well," she allowed, "but please tell me what the whole sniffing thing was about."

"It was more than sniffing, Dr. Scarlett. I was looking for your pulse reaction, sweat, what kind of perfume and body soap you use, as well as facial tics and eye dilation."

"That is certainly odd," she pointed out.

"Well, it tells me you are a mid-thirties virgin who likes feminine things. Your skirt is finely woven wool, your shirt is silk, and your cross is 24 K, as is the necklace, with a real ruby inset. Your bra is a black half-cup, which is very nice if you are wearing a white shirt. Lastly, you are wearing stockings, not pantyhose."

"Since neither you nor Ms. Reveal is a lesbian, you are wearing these clothes for your own enjoyment because you are not interested in any man right now," I told her. "You are still holding out for your Mystery Man which is oddly romantic for someone who denies romance."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 26



"Ms. Buchanan was right," Scarlett laughed softly. "You would be interesting to deal with."

Right as I made ready to ask her what exactly Christina said, my stomach began rumbling.

"I'm off to lunch unless you need me for anything right now," I sighed. Victoria turned me around and directed me out the door. Rio, Mercy and Vivian were waiting for me. It rapidly became clear that Rio was Dr. Scarlett's next appointment.

"Ms. Reveal," I inquired of Dr. Scarlett's assistant who glared in response. "I'm heading off to the dining hall, and since I doubt you've been able to grab a bite to eat, do you want me to pick up something for you and the doctor?" I doubted that was what she expected. She typed away at her keyboard for a few second, checking out today's menu.

"Mr. Braxton, could you get me the Caesar Salad and Dr. Scarlett the trout?" she said. 

"Zane," Rio snickered softly, "how far did you get? I'd hate to have to sex her up all over again when I can go straight for the main dish."

"Smooth, Bro," I groaned while Marisol looked like she was going to staple Rio's ear to the desk.

"The Doctor and I talked and that is all," I cautioned Rio. "I suggest you do the same and keep it simple." Rio snorted and followed Dr. Scarlett into her office. Before she dropped out of sight Rio half-turned, pointed at Victoria's butt, and mouthed 'Wow' and made out the hourglass curves. She was really subtle; only Mercy, Vivian, Marisol and I saw it – which meant all of us.

"Mercy, are you going to be okay?" I inquired once the door shut and Mercy had sat down.

"I need to stay for Rio," Mercy sighed.

"Vivian, can you wait for Rio while Mercy and I take a walk?" I asked my guardian.

"Absolutely, Zane," Vivian nodded. She took a seat while Mercy followed me wordlessly out the door.

"You don't have to do this, Zane," Mercy spoke up after a while.

"Own up to all you do, Mercy," I replied, "and by that, I mean I brought you and Rio into a collision course so I am as responsible for your happiness as I am for Rio's."

"I...ummm...thank you," Mercy worked out the words. "Rio can be too much to handle at times."

"Yes," I wrapped a very inappropriate arm around her shoulder, "she can be, but I feel she's worth putting up with the bull crap. Don't be discouraged by her fooling around with other women – or men; Rio is far more loyal than people give her credit for. She may do things to piss you off – that's a given – but she wants to be with you. In fact, who do you believe she was thinking of when she bought that butt plug?"

"You?" she meekly mocked me.

"Ha, ha, ha," I chuckled. "That is the reason I don't sleep on my stomach these days, Mercy. She plays rough. She loves rough too, so I feel it is an adequate trade-off. If you want to snuggle with someone else from time to time, you are welcome on my pillow any night."

"Zane, do you think I'm a lesbian? What I am trying to say is, I think I may be a lesbian but I'm not sure," Mercy confided in me.

"It doesn't matter what I think but in my experience, you are bi-sexual, not a dedicated lesbian. That could mean that you like relationships with girls but the occasional fling with a guy," I said.

"You have had sex with me and I know you enjoyed it. You are not in an environment that allows many men so now that you are coming into your sexuality, you are confronted by women. Sexual orientation is one thing; sexual preference is another," I went on to say, "At Spring Break we should put your ideas to the test. Until then, don't worry too much about it."

"Not being a virgin would be horrible enough," Mercy related. "If my parents thought I was homosexual, they would die – or kill me."

"Mercy, do you think what you are doing is sinful?" I questioned. Mercy had to think about that for a while. We gathered up three trays and made our way back to the Vice Chancellor's office.

"Yes...yes, I do, Zane," Mercy muttered. "I am afraid I'm going to Hell."

"Mercy, you are not going to hell – at least not for what you've been doing the past few weeks," I comforted her. "Think about the good you've done for Rio."

"I am still steeped in perversions," she moped.

"Trust me on this; the battle between Heaven and Hell will not be decided by the playful use of a dildo, butt plug, or vibrator," I whispered into her ear. Mercy rewarded me with a wicked little smile. "What matters is the happiness you bring, the trust you earn, and the powerless you protect. Don't knock yourself out because you too are feeling pleasure."

Mercy stopped walking which brought me up short. She worried her lower lip as she worked some things out in her head.

"Do you think I'm really Rio's best hope at salvation?" she asked softly.

"You more than anyone else," I responded. I could see a weight lifting off her shoulders.

"Thank you, Zane," she smiled at me. We entered the Administration building and headed for the Vice-Chancellor's office.

"I'm going to have to tell Rio about his conversation," I told her. Mercy looked uncertain. "Someone deserves a spanking, don't you think?" That wonderful little lusty smile crept onto her lips once more.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 27



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

(Thank you Frontma for coming through again)

(This one picks up soon after the previous chapter ends)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)




BLOW AND ARROW

"You are getting better, Zane," Molly Travers told me after my rotation to the shooting line.

"If you say so," I shrugged. "I've yet to hit the rings twice in a row."

"But you are hitting the target every time," she pointed out.

"Great," I chuckled, "if I ever get attacked by a rhino or a barn door, I'll do fine."

"If it is a big barn door...a really big barn door," she snickered in sympathy. "So...uhmm...what do you think your chances against Hope are?"

"Huh," I looked to her, "are you betting on me and Hope's sparring match?"

"It's not really a bet...more like a wager," Molly grinned.

"Betting and wagering is the same thing, Molly," I pointed out.

"Okay, fine, we are betting on the outcome," Molly admitted. "So what do you think the odds of you winning are?"

"Barring the intervention of large fighting robots, I'd bet on the cute Asian chick to win," I joked.

"Arrows," Chastity called out. It was my job to retrieve all the expended arrows from the field, being the junior member of the team. After that we did one more round, then we cleaned up and made our way to either study period or our next club. Chastity held me back so that we could go to Karate class together.

"Don't be too hard on Hope," Chastity abruptly told me.

"I'm not all that sure I can beat her, Chastity," I confided.

"Oh, there is no chance of that," Chastity assured me. "She's going to destroy you. I only want to make sure you are a good sport about it because she really likes you and she's worried you might take this beating the wrong way."

I stopped and stared at her somewhat incredulously.

"Oh, come on," I grumbled. "I have some sort of chance. She's not that good."

"If thinking that makes you feel better," she patted me on the back.

"Well, if you believe I can't win, you will be willing to make a wager on the outcome then," I challenged Chastity.

"What would it be?" Chastity mused.

"You in a little, itty-bitty French Maid's outfit for twelve hours of my choosing," I said.

"What do I get if Hope wins?" Chastity countered.

"What would you want?" I grinned.

"Any one favor to be decided on later," was what she came back with.

"Oh, please, my favor is relatively precise while you want the world," I pointed out.

"Okay, I want one 'forgiveness' in advance," Chastity offered. I groaned.

"You just have to keep busting my chops, don't you?" I sighed. "Fine, I'll make the bet."

For a private sparring match, Hope and I drew a great deal of attention. Christina, Heaven, Chastity, and Faith were expected, as was Coach Gorman. I had kind of hoped Cappadocia would hang around so we could hook up when the fight was over. Everyone else was rather distracting.

Both Hope and I went shirtless – me bare-chested and she with a black sports bra – as well as barefoot. We set up four meters apart with Hope doing something that mimicked warm-up exercises. It took a second of eye contact for the fight to begin. I kicked out viciously; she collapsed beneath the blow and swept my legs.

My back slapped the mats and before I could move or mount much of a defense, Hope was all over me. It was arm bar and she had my head in a scissor lock and that was that. I tapped out before she could render me unconscious. No one said anything as I regained my feet. I was careful not to make eye contact until I'd backed up a bit.

I had no clue to what kind of Monkey Kung-fu she had just worked on me but I knew that what little Thai Kickboxing I had wasn't cutting it, but I knew even less Karate and even less of what Gorman and Black had shown me. It boiled down to making use of what I did know to the best effect.

This time I danced to the left using a little trick Gabrielle Black had taught me (with some pain added). At first Hope mirrored my movements so when I lashed out with my first kick it caught her off-guard since I'd also been slowly closing the distance between us. She tried to snake within my reach but I kept shifting and kicking to hold her at bay.

When she finally did get inside, I hit her with every fist/arm/elbow strike I knew. I knocked her back, pursued her, and for a moment it looked like I had a chance. Hope kept maneuvering with the grace of a gymnast so I couldn't pin her to the mat. Once she got to her feet I sensed I was rapidly running out of options.

I certainly didn't expect a chop to my temple and that was pretty much all she wrote. She jumped up, put her knee into my diaphragm and rode me to the ground. I managed to block twice against her strikes as she straddled my stomach. I almost knocked her aside, we wrestled, and that was the totally wrong thing to do. I knew crap about wrestling.

My tapping out was a foregone conclusion once she got me on my stomach. For a second I lay there marveling how quickly I'd gone down – twice. I noticed that Hope was still standing astride my body so I rolled over in place and looked up. For a second she had this look that reminded me of staring into the pitiless depths of the ocean.

"My head hurts," I emphasized with a deep breath. That set off a flash of light in her eyes.

"The important one or the one on top of your neck?" she smiled from above. Hope crossed her arms and helped me stand. "Are we okay?" she suddenly seemed worried.

"Oh, hell, no," I gasped. "I've got to learn me some of those moves. You were freaking awesome." That outburst gained me a snort of amusement on her part.

"I am not a master so I would have to consult my master before taking on a student," Hope informed me.

"Your Father?" I was curious.

"No; my Father had to get permission to teach my sisters and me. My Master is back in Korea," she answered. 

Hope and I parted ways and various friends now felt free to join the party.

"Damn, Bro, she kicked your ass. I'm ashamed to call you family," Rio mocked me.

"Rio, now you know how he feels about you every day," Valarie shot back.

"I think he did pretty good, all things considered," Coach Dana Gorman stated. "I don't believe Zane's ever fought against a 'soft' or passive style."

"Fifteen or twenty more years and I would have had her," I chuckled. "You are right, Coach; I've never seen her precise style. I've tried some of the exercises monks use but those were primitive compared to what Hope showed me today. Now I think I'm going to take a shower." 

"Everyone will clear out now," Coach ordered as I made my way to the showers.

ZETAS

"Honestly, Zane," Sahara lectured me deliciously, "did you have to flush my phone down the toilet?"

"Technically, I only dropped it in," I corrected. "I didn't hit the handle. Besides, you know your husband would only annoy us with his incessant phone calls."

"I still feel a little guilty," Sahara sighed.

"He knew when I would be over and where we would be going if he wasn't going to be kind enough to be there," I pointed out. "The only reason to call you would be to ruin the moment he could have pre-empted by showing a little consideration for your feelings."

"That is not fair," Sahara countered. "My husband is a community leader with many responsibilities."

"So would you be if people would wake up and see you as I do," I answered.

"Zane, I don't want any misconceptions about me," Sahara stared at me intently. "I am loyal to my marital vows."

"I don't doubt that for a second," I agreed. "Betrayal leaves its own scars and I don't see any on you." Sahara didn't immediately react to that, instead taking a long sip of her tea.

"Certainly you have heard the rumors by now?" she said softly.

"Yes, and I believe them," I responded gravely. I let that hang there for thirty seconds. "Aliens did land in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947, and they interred the bodies at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base before finally moving them to Area 51."

Sahara didn't know what to make of that for a second but slowly began to smirk.

"What? Was there another rumor that I should be giving a damn about?" I concluded.

"Some people compromise for the easy way out, some people remain mostly steadfast and take the hard road, but you are the only man I know who gladly skips through a minefield because even the hard road is too much of a compromise for you," she commented.

"I can only be me," I replied. "I couldn't be you; I doubt the clothes would fit."

"Oh...you are such a strange individual," she tilted her head. Before she could explain our food arrived and she felt it prudent to wait until there were fewer prying ears. "Do you think it is appropriate for me to...ask about Ms. Vickers?"

"No," I responded patiently. "If you ever feel like it is your business, she's in church every Sunday and she's nice, if a bit nervous considering the current circumstances."

"It is only that I hear things about you when my husband talks to other people and...much of it doesn't make sense," she added. "For instance, I believe I'm the only one who sees it but I'm sure you are having an affair with Rochelle Wellington."

"I'm neither confirming nor denying anything but how does that make you feel?" I countered. 

"Infidelity is a crime," she answered after a few seconds, "but Mayor Wellington is a horrible, horrible man." And this was coming from the woman married to that bastard – Pastor Bill. "I confess that I find the whole thing very amusing, to the point where I pray to Christ for forgiveness virtually every night. That includes using me as a distraction for Kendra's nosey little self."

"That was not my intent if that's any consolation," I sighed. "I simply thought we had a lot in common."

"Such as?" she smiled.

"Well, before we moved here, we had no idea where Lancaster, Virginia was," I started.

"We both know that waving a Bible around doesn't make someone holy; a custom may be fine for you but it isn't for everyone and we know what it is to be judged by people who have never gotten to know us," I completed. "I also wanted you to know that I know about Bill and we are not alone."

"Know? What do 'we' know?" she asked confidently enough.

"We know why he let them think you were the one who was unfaithful," I clarified somewhat. Sahara stared at me, her face torn by a plethora of warring emotions; loyalty, anger over being betrayed, and relief that she didn't bear this terrible burden alone anymore were all there.

"Men handle such things differently than women," Sahara told me in a distant voice. "My father wanted boys."

"I imagine your Father-in-Law wishes he had raised his boy to be a man too," I joked. "That's unfair," I corrected myself. "I have nothing against men of a different persuasion. It is bastards I have a problem with."

"Please, Zane, he is still my husband," Sahara admonished me.

"Well, he had better start treating you better or I may re-familiarize him with Deuteronomy 23:1 (ty-jw)," I responded. "Your loyalty to him should be met with respect. That is the deal we make when we get married."

"What makes you think you know so much about marriage?" Sahara inquired after a bite, some savory chewing and a gulp.

"I'm smarter than I look. Okay, that's not too difficult, but I'm usually smarter than people give me credit for."

"Smart things like inviting Ms. Kennan to services yesterday?" she taunted me.

"I actually didn't invite her but don't tell anyone; I revel in people's opinion that I'm irreverent," I grinned. Sahara tried and failed to fight down her own smile in response. "I've actually invited Belle – Ms. Kennan – to live with me and Jill as well as giving her a job."

"I...I don't know what to make of that," Sahara worried. "She's very pretty, I imagine."

"Sahara, you need to become a better judge of people," I said. "I wouldn't trust Belle with my car keys or my favorite cuff links, but I'd trust her with Jill's life or my own."

"Sometimes it helps to remember we are still listening to the words of a poor carpenter's son who suffered through exile," I pointed out, "who wouldn't do what the authorities told him to do, died because he was betrayed by a close friend, and went to the grave abandoned by all those who said they understood him; not most people's first choice for founder of the world's largest religion."

"When you put it that way, it sounds depressing," Sahara agreed. "It also sounds exactly as it played out. It often does not occur to most believers that the flame of Christianity almost fluttered out before it ever really came to life." She looked for me to say something but all I did was grin. A few seconds later I saw that flicker of understanding come alive in her eyes.

"Here you are, the star of multiple on-line sexual misadventures, sitting with the preacher's disreputable wife in the most romantic restaurant in town and we are discussing morality and religion," she chuckled. "No one will believe us despite this being the truth. I find your perverse and bizarre sense of humor very enchanting, Zane."

"The important thing is that you are having a good time, Sahara," I explained. She laughed out loud, drawing attention to our little candlelit alcove of the eatery. I doubted she cared and I certainly didn't. We finished our meal, I paid, and we headed straight back to her place. The game was, we left zero time for any possible hanky-panky to take place.

We wanted the people who were going to accuse us of impropriety to make real asses of themselves when we revealed our timeline established by my filling up of gas right before picking her up, our valet ticket at the restaurant, and finally, our credit card receipt for the restaurant itself. I had outlined my plan to Sahara and she heartily approved. Unlike the time her husband had screwed her over, she could fight this scandal.

I pulled into the Penny's driveway and I rushed around to get her door for her (thank you, Heaven, for that bit of etiquette). We walked through the front door only to see Pastor Bill a few steps away from the door.

"Where have you been?" he growled. Sahara dutifully lowered her head.

"We were at Zetas," I stated calmly, "right where I told you we would be." Bill ground his teeth and glared at Sahara.

"What have you been doing?" he snapped.

"Nothing," I now grinned. "I accidentally left the lube and the box of condoms on your kitchen counter." Pastor Bill was rendered speechless.

"I was the one who dropped her phone into the toilet; don't blame Sahara," I told him. "Sahara, this was fun. I don't often get to have an adult conversation about the basis of Christianity. I do appreciate your insights. I gotta go now. You two have a good evening and I guess I'll see you on Wednesday night, Sahara. Bill, I'll see you on Sunday."

"I doubt you will be seeing my wife again," Bill finally ground out.

"Sahara, please give me and your husband a moment alone?" I asked her.

"Of course, Zane, and thank you again for an intellectually stimulating night," was her own way at rebelling. I could tell ol' Bill didn't appreciate her pleasant tone to me one bit. When she had moved out of sight I leaned into my so-called religious leader.

"Bill," I whispered to him, "between you, me and God, if something happens to Sahara, I'm giving you one year and a day, then they'll never find your body. You know the kind of low-lifes I hang out with. I'm not bluffing. The only other injustice will be that you won't suffer nearly enough. Am I absolutely fucking clear?"

"I'm not afraid of you, you sleazy scumbag punk," he hissed.

"Whatever, Bill, but you might want to know that the circuit board for your home security system is manufactured by a company I own," I lied. I had no idea if there was a circuit board for his system or who the hell manufactured it, but I was pretty sure he didn't know either.

Bill and I were at an impasse. He was a bully and a liar who was used to manipulating people using both other people's faith and sins to get what he wanted. My advantage was that I was well known to be willing to inflict pain to get what I wanted (I just wanted to protect my ladies) and he was averse to actual physical confrontation.

Belle brought a whole new definition to the conflict at First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ Church. There were a growing number of people willing to resist the order Bill had crafted for his own power. Now people defied him and the normal techniques of censor had little effect. His best hope was that Zane Braxton would get hung in another bizarre encounter and remove himself from the equation without Bill's interference. That was his hope, anyway.

ON THE CRUX OF CHANGE

"Hey, Briana," I told my buddy from Colorado State. I was standing outside the door that led to my floor once more.

"Hey, Future Slave to my Desires," she giggled back. She was a whole lot more playful than the last time we'd talked.

"Gak!" I played with her. "I'm pleased to find you in higher spirits tonight. I hope that means you are doing better?"

"Actually, I had a freaky weekend," she sighed. "I met my boyfriend's other girlfriend – it was a totally psycho-girlfriend moment too. She came at me when I was training with some sisters for a 5K run. She appeared in the parking lot and started screaming at me. It was scary. I had three sisters and she brought two wacked-out friends. A pair of off-duty firemen broke it up; sadly, one is married and the other is gay."

"Briana, I have a confession: I'm a gay man in denial and I'm tired of hiding the real me," I stated sincerely. Briana's laughter rocketed through the connection, followed by some off-screen conversation, then the phone being handed around.

"If you want that lie to be believable, tell us you are secretly a lesbian," Jarunee snickered at me in her native Thai tongue.

"Give me a second and I'll come up with something more believable," I chuckled back in the same lingo. "How have you been?"

"Pretty good; better than you since that little Korean girl wiped your ass all over the mats," she responded in English.

"Okay, she's not so little, and I have it on good authority she was a champion on the Tijuana Midget Fighting Circuit while still in preschool," I covered my ass, then a fear began clawing its way inside me. "Is there any suggestion that she and I may have gone to bed together?"

"Of course; this morning's upload," Jarunee informed me.

"Oh...in that case, please tell the rest of the Kappa Sigmas that I won't be doing Spring Break after all," I groaned.

"What – why?" Jarunee gulped, wondering what she'd done wrong.

"Her dad is going to kill me," I related jokingly. "I won't make it to the end of this semester, much less to March. It was a nice dream, though."

"Are you serious?" Jarunee worried.

"Apparently Hope's – that's Hope Song who kicked my ass – father is some sort of a South Korean superman who eats two-bit punks like me for breakfast," I shrugged.

"It can't be..." and the phone was taken away.

"Oh, my God! Was that one of Yeong Song's daughters you banged that can now be seen all over the internet?" a different girl babbled. "You really are a dead man."

"Ooo-kayyy...who are you, by the way? I'm Zane," I started off.

"Sorry. I'm Chrissy and my father is in the Navy and he does...stuff. I don't know how bad that man is but I've seen SEALs scramble to get out of that man's way faster than they would for any admiral."

"What? That's absurd," I joked. "No one is that much of a bad-ass." Except for Gabrielle Black -- I am so going to die at this man's hands, aren't I?




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 27



"All I know is that the Navy decided it was safer to put him up at our house as opposed to a motel. Mom got upset because apparently the North Korean government put a huge bounty on his head since he killed so many of their Special Forces guys – no lie." 

I said nothing for the longest time.

"Maybe he'll think I'm good son material," I tried to sound upbeat.

"Yes," Chrissy tried to sound positive as well. I, of course, was desperately trying to remember how many times I had made Hope suck my dick...and our discussion of anal sex wasn't worth mentioning. Curling up into a fetal ball wouldn't do anyone any good either.

"Very well, Chrissy. Can I talk to Briana one more time?" I asked.

"Of course, Zane, and don't worry; the whole Kappa Sigma Sorority will start working on this problem. We will figure out something," she assured me.

"Hey, guy," Briana sounded apprehensive, "are you going to be okay?"

"Babe, it is just another day ending in 'y'. I've got this," I said confidently. "Good night, now."

Briana said her good-byes and I took a moment to get my thoughts together before heading upstairs. It turned out I had over seventy ladies in my place, none more surprising than Coach Dana Gorman. She was paired with Valarie against Millicent and Raven in what looked like a close match up on the pool table.

Another totally bizarre image was Vivian and Rio laying stomach first on the floor near one of the TV's, calves kicking in the air with Vivian helping Rio with something oddly akin to schoolwork. Mercy, Opal, Brandi, and Brigit were gathered around the closest table having formed some sort of study group as well. Magically enough, in the twilight of my life (no, I am not over-reacting!) it is good to see one of my plans actually work in almost the way I had intended.

No one had noticed me arrive so I turned to go to the drink bar...and walked right into Paige.

"Hi!" she squealed in excited delight. Her tight little albino body vibrated with orgasmic energy.

"Hey, Babe," I kissed her on the lips lightly. She kept her hands tightly clasped behind her back.

"You don't smell like sex," she grinned.

"I went out to eat with the preacher's wife, Paige," I groaned. "Not every date is an inevitable sexual hook-up. We had a nice meal and talked about our church, morality, and religion – honest to God."

"I believe you," Paige wouldn't stop grinning. "Cordelia is in your room, waiting for you...and thank you, thank you, thank you." Paige was undoubtedly ecstatic over the red marker on Cordelia's face that read 'Paige is smarter'. To see that was one of Paige's deepest desires.

Cordelia was working away on her tablet as I slipped into my room. She was fully on my sleeping stage, lying on her back and tablet held up over her head as she worked on it.

"Hello, Zane," Cordelia said. "I like your place; it is very you."

"Cordelia," I managed to say back in a civil tongue. "Did you know who Yeong Song is?"

"Of course I do," Cordelia answered without looking away from her work. I didn't say too much because I had little polite to say to the girl at the moment. After a minute she finished up working on her computer, put it down, propped herself up on her elbows, and smiled my way. Her pigtails swayed as she looked me over. "You are upset," she noted.

"Why are you here?" I inquired curtly.

"Oh, now we are in the 'you are angry with me but doing an admirable job controlling your violent impulses and going to reduce your interactions with me yet not going to let me alter your lifestyle in any way' phase," Cordelia sighed.

"I am not fighting the fact that you are the smartest person on campus, maybe the smartest person I've ever met, but I think we are done playing around. When I drive out of these gates for the last time four years from now, I'm going to forget you and go on with my life," I told her. Cordelia smirked, then laughed.

"Zane, I made you – you are my creation," she giggled. I was about to get pissed, then I got another boot to the head. "I was drawn to your family's tragic death years ago, saw your return to the United States as an excellent opportunity for us both, created several identities, talked to your aunt on-line about FFU, altered the admissions software so your application would be accepted, and made sure your medical records weren't examined until you were on campus."

"You put me and Rio together," I pieced together; Cordelia nodded. 

"Iona?"

"Ah, she's loyal to you, but it was easy enough to put her in your class. She is the type of girl who runs across traffic to save a turtle crossing the road," Cordelia smiled. "I knew she'd rally to your side, just like I knew that would be enough to keep you here until other events unfolded," she seemed terribly pleased.

"Now the sorority and Christina are all you as well as the run-ins with the law, but you are my weapon to use on this campus, Zane. I could never beat Chancellor Bass without creating a scandal that would break the school apart," she informed me. "Your rebellion was a possibility I explored but your ability to enlist Christina and the freshmen wasn't something I could facilitate; again, that was all your doing."

"I have respected you and Heaven," Cordelia pointed out.

"Because Christina and I would kill you," I countered.

"No; I kept her secret because I am not needlessly cruel," she said. I almost believed it.

"Wrong, Cordelia; you didn't betray Heaven because Christina and I would leave FFU," I stated. "Your game would fall apart; not because either one of us is special but because you don't like playing with dumb people – there is no challenge to it."

Cordelia's smile only got wider.

"You don't disappoint," she remarked, without a hint of shame or guilt. "Am I forgiven?" It occurred to me that no matter how absurd on the surface, Cordelia wanted someone to know and, in a way, understand her genius.

"I think we may be past that," I murmured.

"How about this; the Time Lord Mafia needs...I need your help," she confessed, but I was wary.

"When Ms. Black came here I was suspicious that her record was too clean," Cordelia related, "so when you gave me that warning, I began digging very carefully. Well, this morning something happened."

"Oh, crap," I muttered. "How bad and how likely is it that you will be tracked back to here?"

"I set up a blind station in Lima, Peru," she said matter-of-factly, "all paid for in cash by people who don't know the real me. I had surveillance on the place as standard practice. Late last night – Lima time – three armed men broke into the small room and tore the place up."

"Who were they?" I was now more intrigued.

"They spoke perfect Spanish so I had no clue until one of them screwed up and a cheap shelf fell on him. He cursed in Hebrew." Cordelia exhibited real shock. "They were Mossad. I check up on some other stuff and I really think they are Israeli intelligence."

What in the hell was Mossad doing hunting Gabrielle? What the hell was the only guy in an all-girls university doing getting involved with all this? Fuck it all, I'm a horny eighteen-year-old boy with more girlfriends than any two sane men would want. Wasn't talking to yourself one of the signs of mental instability?

I was saved by the phone, sort of.

"Zane, this is Dr. Scarlett," the Vice Chancellor said, "I am at your door and I need to come up and talk to you for a bit."

"Of course, Dr. Scarlett," I responded as I caught Cordelia's eye. I hung up and the two of us headed into the main area.

As soon as we exited the screens, Cordelia went toward the closest group of students to warn them and I travelled down the stairs.

"Hey, Doctor," I greeted my latest guest. I screened the keypad from her view, asked the system for a new password, and read it off to her as it popped up. Dr. Scarlett reentered the code and had it scan her thumbprint without comment.

"Thank you, Zane," Victoria greeted me politely. "I would like to see your domicile as well, if that is convenient."

"Sure thing," I told her. "We have about forty-five minutes before curfew so it's pretty occupied." 

"It is your room," she nodded. "I have every reason to believe you are responsible with its use." I wouldn't say that, but then in the past five minutes my life had gone to hell anyway, and I had to put up a good face until bedtime.

"Ah, the pictures I've seen do not do the view justice, Mr. Braxton," Dr. Scarlett exhaled.

"Relax, take a walk around, and/or help yourself to some food, Doc," I offered.

"After nine o'clock you may call me Victoria, Zane," she allowed in return. I was a little stunned. No one seemed overjoyed that Victoria was here but they weren't stampeding toward the door either.

"You provide a great deal of stability," she told me softly. "Your presence provides your guests with a sense of peace and safety."

"Perhaps you missed Coach Gorman giving two of your students pool lessons right over there?" I suggested.

"Dana is your guest too, though I doubt her mood is swayed one way or another by your sense of calm," she grinned, then was brought up short. "Zane, there are two women in...bikinis in your..."

"It is a hot tub," I provided the identification, "and I also provide the swim suits for those who need them."

Victoria stared at me for a few seconds and I could sense her ready to finally explode on me with some righteous rage toward my overtly sexual ways.

"Why would you have women's swimsuits?" she asked patiently.

"I have one-pieces as well," I responded. "What would be the point of installing a hot tub, showers, and a sauna if I don't also supply the girls with swimsuits and towels?"

Those words put her back on an even keel. Still --

"Doc, I have women coming in my second-story bedroom window back home in the middle of the night for the purposes of sexual intercourse," I sighed. "I hardly need to give students here revealing clothing to feed any vicarious thrill. Do you want a suit to take a dip?"

"Let me think about that," she replied quickly. "How long does it take you to obtain a girl a suit?"

"I have a suit for you already; you are virtually Vivian's size. And I even have one in red if that is your preference," I said.

"Do you really want me to be in a red bikini?" she wondered. It was a trick question.

"It is a one-piece, and all I want is for you to be as happy as you can be without trampling on the aspirations of others," I answered.

"So you feel responsible for all the girls at this school," she stated. It took me a moment to realize this was a statement, not a question.

"Good night, Zane," Victoria smiled. "Good night, ladies," she called out to the room. A chorus of 'good night's' were returned. She disappeared down the stairs and I felt a deep desire to be alone. Peace and quiet sounded good -- yeah, I know.

"Bro?" Rio snuck up on me. She gave me a quick once-over, then tenderly wove her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly.

"I'm okay, Rio," I muttered.

"Don't lie to me," she squeezed me tighter. "Trust me; I know that desperate, hopeless look well and I can see it creeping up behind your eyes. Zane, I don't know what's wrong and I'm not going to ask, but I want you to know that I'm here for you." I tilted my upper body back and met her gaze.

"Who are you and what have you done to my Rio?" I grinned weakly.

"Hey," she remained scarily compassionate, "you've soaked up my pain often enough. It is about time you let me carry some of yours."

"What can I do?" Iona wiggled up to my side. A further miracle was delivered when Paige appeared within my field of vision at over five feet away.

"Guys, do you think I can have the night to myself? I need to work out things in my head," I begged.

"Consider it done," Rio and Iona stated together. Iona departed to spread the word. Rio departed as well, but doubled back to give me another hug.

"Zane, don't leave me," she whispered into my chest.

"Three seconds ago I was going to knock you out, roll you up in a blanket, and take you with me when I scaled the walls and ran home," I sighed. "To the bitter end," I gave Rio's and my own little motto.

"To the bitter end," she mumbled back. After that, going to bed was surprisingly easy.

"Zane," Gabrielle greeted me with a ghostly voice. I had called her and said we needed to talk.

"Someone did some poking around on you," I told her, "and as a result, three Mossad agents broke into a false station they had in Peru. Is there anything we need to know about why Israeli Intelligence sent three armed men looking for you?"

"Three," she mused. "The back-up squad was outside. Since you made no mention of a grenade, I assume they wanted me alive. What are the odds of them tracing the search back to Freedom Fellowship?" As she talked, she sat down on the bed next to me, next to my hip.

"Since I have no clue as to what resources they can bring to bear...I would feel safe enough remaining here if they were after me," I answered. "What's your next move?" For a reason that went way beyond insane, I suddenly didn't want her to leave.

"I wait. I do not have infinite exit plans or resources," she told me.

"You are taking this awful well," I noted.

"As opposed to wasting energy becoming pointlessly annoyed? You will keep me apprised of further developments," she commanded then rose to leave.

"Gabrielle, do you know a guy named Yeong Song?" I blurted out.

"I know of him but I've never met him," she stopped and regarded me.

"Do you know that Hope Song is his daughter?" I asked.

"Yes," she kept her reply short.

"I kinda-sorta had sex with her and it ended up on the internet," I informed her.

"You are a dead man," she informed me with her patented deadpan style.

"How tough is he?" I went fishing.

"He'll kill you – it is a foregone conclusion. His abilities worry me and you couldn't even deal with his daughter, so I suggest you leave campus when he comes," she said.

"Are you saying I should run for it?" I inquired.

"No; I am telling you not to bring a homicide investigation to this campus," she explained. "It would inconvenience me."

"Yeah, I see how me bleeding all over my dorm room would seriously degrade our relationship, and since I'm the closest thing you have to a friend, I would understand your deep sense of disappointment in me," I nodded.

"I don't suppose he'd accept me as her boyfriend/fiancé?" I joked.

"He might; you are very brave and occasionally martially inspired, and since he trains people in a strong warrior ethos, he might find you acceptable," she reasoned. "Besides, that plan beats the odds of you taking him in a fight." I blinked.

"Did...did you just make a joke?" I sounded incredulous.

"I am a human being, Zane," she reminded me, still devoid of emotion. She took a few more steps toward the exit but abruptly turned and took three steps back and regarded me with curiosity.

"Yes?" I worried.

"You are alone...in bed," she stated thoughtfully. "I can't decide if it is unsettling or intriguing."

"Well you are in a serious break-up phase so I'm not going to go anywhere near sex...but if you want to sit down and talk for a bit, we are not likely to be handed a better opportunity," I offered.

Gabrielle stepped onto the platform, moved to the middle and sat down cross-legged.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked. Man-oh-man, she had to be hard-up for company.

"When you were a kid, what did you want to be?" I began. "I wanted to be an archeologist."

"I wanted to be a dragon-rider," she said in a dream-like state.

"Western or Eastern dragon?" I wondered.

"Western – hexipede; green scales with a silver sheen," she clarified; four legs and wings; right out of a fantasy novel. That was pretty much where we started, with vacated dreams and the odd quirks of youth. 

We didn't discuss the real world or relationships because the important thing was that Gabrielle had never experienced a sleep-over with girls her age, much less boys. I soon learned that she'd never been a girlie-girl, even her idealized images being warrior-princesses or dark sorceresses with power over the undead.

A recurring theme was that she always had a guardian/ally who watched over her and I always came home in triumph. We went over our best and worst come-on experiences. She won: some Swedish millionaire literally kept throwing euros at her until she broke his nose. I related my first solo encounter with Chancellor Bass. She laughed at me, a ghostly hollow sound.

I stifled a yawn, which Gabrielle saw as her signal to get up and leave with a single nod by way of saying good-bye. I was out like a light seconds later.

TOWARD THE LIGHT OF DAY

I felt the body slide into bed next to me under the covers. The very movement of the bed told me who it was before I opened my eyes.

"How are ya, Love?" Barbie Lynn whispered to me once she saw that I was awake. "If ya just wanna cuddle, I'll be fine with that."

"Did someone tell you that I was upset?" I responded.

"Zane, a dozen of us picked up on your being terribly unhappy and made sure you were left alone," she related. That implied no one had marked Gabrielle's passage. In the night I felt like I had passed all the madness of the past few weeks and I was now receiving a second chance; the gift of starting over. And I could start over with Barbie Lynn.

"Come here, Angel," I murmured, as I reached out and drew my blonde salvation into my embrace. I soon worked her on top of me, her breasts pressing down and over my chest, feeling so warm and tickling where her very hard nipples dug in. We kissed and kissed, both deeply and with flutters. I felt myself heading toward a Mandy Moore movie right up to my hand touching the cleft of Barbie Lynn's butt. 

"Barbie, what is this?" I inquired, as I tapped her butt. She clearly looked ashamed.

"Trojan: Tingly Warmth," she confessed as she bit her lower lip.

"So the 'wanna cuddle' was simply a lure to draw me into sex?" I persisted. "I thought that was only a trick guys played when they wanted to sneak sex up on a girl."

"Zane, I would never do – " she started with such heartfelt concern, then, "You are playing with me," she smiled. I gave her a lusty grin to match her own.

"I think I've been playing with you, and you with me, since I showed up on campus, Barbie Lynn," I teased her both verbally and physically. I slowly smoothed her advance up my body.

As Barbie Lynn moved, she planted her palms on my shoulders and pushed up so that her gorgeous, half-tanned melons dangled tantalizingly close to my face and she knew it. I kept kneading and massaging her scrumptious ass cheeks. Barbie began taking purposefully deep breaths and rocking from side to side at the point where my cock passed under her pussy.

Her next move was to place one hand behind her back, stroke my penis shaft a few times and then maneuvered it to her sphincter. She drew forth a joyous gasp as she poised her hips to drive my tool into her depths.

"Hey, Zane Braxton," she purred, "let's step back from everything a moment. All we have is right now – you and me."

I didn't respond with words; I began fondling her mammary, flicking her nipples and groping them from areola to base. When she leaned down for a kiss, I had to tilt my head back to meet her lips. That was the moment she chose to force my cock into her rectum. Her earthy moan passed into my mouth with an intoxicating tremor.

A steady process of wiggling and force left Barbie Lynn gyrating her hips against my groin but she hadn't taken enough of me in yet. She pushed her torso into an upright position, taking even more of my rod into her ass. Her last little bit of magic had her arching back and working that final centimeter or so in as well.

"Oh, sweet Lord," Barbie Lynn moaned. "I want to remember this forever." For my part, I directed one hand to her hip to stroke up and down her waist, hip, and thigh while the other rested on her pubic mound. She made a few tentative flexes of the thighs to move my cock in and out of her bottom. I responded by caressing my ring finger on her clit. My lower two fingers and thumb began to make incursions into her parted labia.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 27



Barbie Lynn's juices began to moisten my lower stomach as she rocked, rose, and fell. Her breathing was more forced and uneven as well. She shot a look my way, her anal muscles gripped and massaged my cock, and she had it throbbing in overdrive in seconds – best lover ever.

"What do you think of Chris Gilbert?" I snuck the words into our activities.

"Mmmm," she panted. "He's a nice guy. Do you think I should marry him?" Barbie was right on track with me.

"Yes. I think he's a brave man and he's open enough to love and care for you," I answered.

"If I start seriously dating him, you and I have to stop doing –" she stated.

"Done sexually, but not done as friends," I replied. "Barbie Lynn, you are the marrying kind. You want a husband, the kids, and the nice house. You are too much of a nurturing individual to ever be happy wondering what holding your own kids would have felt like. You and I know we are not forever and I want to do the best for you that I can – as your friend and lover."

"You do realize we are talking about me marrying a guy we both like while you have your meaty man-pole up my caboose," she snickered between increasingly desperate gasps.

"Meaty man-pole...caboose?" I groaned. "Where do you come up with this stuff?"

"A thesaurus," she giggled.

"I, uh...I am really close to cumming, Angel," I moaned. She was definitely turning the screws on my arousal, big time.

"Yeah – yeah, that's right," she wheezed. "Give it to me, Honey. Shoot; shoot and keep shooting. I want you...to set me on fire." She started pounding on me hard this time, ripples going up her stomach and thighs while her breasts danced a violently erotic samba.

"Jesus loves me...Jesus loves me" she began whimpering. I wanted to make our climax simultaneous but she was hitting all the right spots. My scream was both far-reaching and intense. "Jesus Loves Me!" Barbie Lynn followed me into orgasmic bliss. She swayed back and forth beatifically before finally settling down on my chest.

"I really like knowing you," she sighed quietly. I wanted to tell her the same but something happened.

"It's not what you know but who you know," I whispered with sudden inspiration. That was Cordelia's game; to create a bridge of contacts spreading out from here and camouflaged behind me and my activities. There was only one problem with that theory.

"I think you know several wonderful things along with several wonderful people," Barbie Lynn smiled dreamily up at me from my chest. "It seems that something wonderful has gotten you excited too," she referred to my reviving cock. "I want some of that." Before I could think of much of anything, she had slid down my body and began flopping my rod back and forth playfully letting it dance before her eyes.

"Yum, yum, yum, yum," she murmured over it before letting my bulbous head slap against her tongue. It was so much stimulation that it was virtually a relief when the blowjob finally began. Barbie Lynn was taking a great joy in bopping my cockhead from cheek to cheek while arching her eyebrows repeatedly at me. "Tasty," she mumbled, with my rod still in her mouth.

"Zane, you need to be taking your shower soon," Vivian got out before stumbling to a stop as she regarded me and my sexual partner. "Whoops – sorry, I thought you two were done."

"Out of the way," Rio burst into the scene, muscling Vivian aside and with Mercy in tow. "I leave my junk here and – " Rio looked my way and grinned wickedly. "Hey, now! I like the look of that." Rio had caught sight of Barbie's Lynn highly vulnerable backside.

"Mercy, get up there and take a cock-sucking lesson," Rio spanked Mercy's butt and pushed her forward. Vivian threw up her hands in exasperation but still managed to put aside her unease to come sit by my pillow.

"If it helps your mood, Rio and Mercy read some C. S. Lewis with me last night," Vivian told me as she brushed some of my hair aside. I had to think about where I'd heard that name before.

"You had them reading Narnia?" I was somewhat incredulous.

"No. He wrote much more than that but at least you are only familiar with his children's work and not his pornographic writings," Vivian sighed.

"He wrote porn?" It isn't like I know every pornographic story ever scribed but Lewis is famous. How did I miss that?

"No, he didn't," snickered Vivian, "but it is good to see you are still capable of jumping straight into such an obvious trap." Ha, ha, ha – wench.

While I'd been busy with Vivian, Mercy had come around the center of the bed, gone onto her hands and knees perpendicular to my body, and positioned her face inches from Barbie Lynn as the honey-blonde sucked me off.

Rio had snuck up on Barbie Lynn's behind, parted her thighs wider, and began lapping at her cunt, causing my blonde angel to whimper in need. The only more capable non-lesbian lesbian I'd met was Ms. Hudson Lane, our school's lawyer. Rio had a talent for ferreting out what drove other women crazy, both mentally (kind of an annoying thing) and physically (a good thing, especially right now).

"Someone's got a nice happy butt here," Rio teased between tonguing laps around Barbie Lynn's cunt. She stuck what I hoped was only one finger in for starters while using her other hand to give Barbie's rump a decidedly vigorous spank. Barbie Lynn jolted in surprise but reacted by wiggling back.

"Second best rear view on campus," Rio mused, "next to my Mercy's, of course." She said it so casually but I did catch Mercy's pleasure at being first in her lover's mind. Barbie Lynn's happy reaction to the situation was normal but Vivian's was less expected and showed her growing acceptance to the sexually bizarre relationship the women in my life had with me and each other.

"Now take hold of his shaft, get a solid feel for it, then let your lips engulf the head," Barbie Lynn instructed Mercy on her second cock-sucking adventure. Vivian was also taking notes; most likely for use with her boyfriend when they next got together. I didn't know if I should worry about the guy or be jealous of the good loving coming his way.

Mercy's lips felt better this time, more confident with hardly any contact by her teeth. Mercy followed Barbie's directions closely, only taking in the head and about an inch of shaft. She worked the rest of the shaft with her hand in a strong and steady rhythm. It was so confident and genuine, I felt comfortable in sitting up and working over Mercy's body as a reward.

I soon had one hand warmly swirling her left breast while my other echoed with several sharp spanks to Mercy's flank. She showed her appreciation by pulling her mouth off my cock, kissing the head while giving me a quick wink, then going back to her oral ministrations.

"Zane, wind up my toy for me," Rio slurped. "I'm going to DP her in the shower and I want her ready for me. Help a Brother out?" Groan; having to perform cunnilingus on a hot athletic chick in the early morning – I don't know how much longer I can go on.

Wait – I hear a legion of guys who have sex once a week or less coming to kill my arrogant, over-privileged, and vastly over-sexed self. It's not like I don't have it coming.

"Mercy, would you please bring your beautiful ass my way so I can have a taste?" I requested. Mercy was known for the alacrity of her bedroom antics so I was blessed with a gorgeous view of the back of Mercy's thighs, cunt, buttocks, and bunghole in a matter of seconds.

"Pay attention...ah...ah...Vivian and you might...ah...learn something...ah...ah (SLAP!)... yelp...a thing...or two...to tell your...boyfriend," Barbie Lynn worked out as Rio licked and spanked her.

"I'm not sure how looking at Mercy's naked posterior is going to help me," Vivian retorted.

"I'll give you an oral tutorial – literally," I explained. "That way you can tell him what to do when he goes down on you."

"I'm not sure about that," Vivian countered.

"Huh?" Rio popped up from behind Barbie Lynn. "Do you expect him to want a blowjob?"

"Yes," Vivian replied cautiously.

"Then he had better get that tongue ready to go," Rio insisted. "Fair is fair, and anything less than equal treatment is just plain wrong." She followed that up by a violent tongue attack on Barbie Lynn's pussy and anus. Barbie reacted by dropping her head and chest down and biting my hip lightly.

"I may not need to repeat myself but I will for the lesson; every woman is different with different textures, flavors, looks, and erogenous zones," I began. "As I recall from a previous encounter, Mercy likes – " and I started to reacquaint myself with Mercy's middle third. "Hey, baby," I coaxed Mercy along. I had a finger back to that spot just up and inside her vagina that she had led me to not three weeks ago.

I was going at it and exploring new avenues of sensitivity for Mercy when I felt a shadow in my periphery. Vivian had shifted along the headboard until she could look right over my shoulder, sharing my view of Mercy. I gave her a little exhibition of parting the labia with the tongue, pulling on the same with my teeth and the multiple ways a tongue could be superior to a finger.

The lessons would have continued except Mercy was an excitable young lady. I gave her points for getting a better handle on her orgasm since our last time together, as well as keeping my blowjob going until Barbie Lynn could once more take over. First Mercy started breathing heavily through the nose and then came the hiccups, followed by a kitten-like whimper and finally, "Rio – Zane! Mother-Goddamn-Fuck!" she screamed.

I had little doubt Rio rammed a third finger into Barbie Lynn's asshole and bit her clit because the blonde twitched, twitched again, then a full-body spasm took over. She was in mid-suck on my cock with almost half of it down her throat and a vacuum seal developed at the same time the trembles vibrated my cock all over her mouth. It was a little painful; a lot pleasurable.

The second Barbie Lynn's orgasm was assured, Rio knee-walked rapidly to Mercy and began to kiss her rapidly all over her face and forced her tongue down Mercy's throat. That little bit of shared passion kicked me over the edge and I came again in less than ten minutes. I felt sixteen all over again. 

Barbie Lynn lifted her lips up at the last second before her cheeks chipmunk-ed out as she wasn't yet in a place she could swallow. Rio had pulled Mercy off me and onto her back then mounted her submissive 'toy' and returned to kissing the hell out of her.

"Bad slut; bad, bad," Rio teased. "I turn around and find you humping some guy and you didn't even get cash up front."

Of course, she'd ordered Mercy to jump me, but Rio wasn't the kind to let things like truth, facts, and reason get in the way of what she said. She ran her hand down, over one of Mercy's breasts, and down to her lover's pussy.

"Am I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach you a lesson?" Rio asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in denial.

"So you don't want me to do this?" Rio began energetically rubbing her fingers over the moist pussy. I was distracted from the rest of that exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body, cheeks still full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane and I had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned forward within inches of Vivian's face.

Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her skull against the headboard of the bed.

"Barbie Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly not kissing you with Zane's...seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted. Barbie Lynn mumbled something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it' and did her best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once. 

She would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with uranium hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each shoulder, and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that it now supported one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits.

Realistically, Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn and could have blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be remarkably compliant at the weirdest of times – like right now. Barbie Lynn was really close to doing as promised.

"Please don't," Vivian asked softly.

Barbie Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead to Vivian's forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last.

"Wait – don't!" Rio cried out. She switched direction so that she was beside Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually kissing and letting my semen travel from tongue to tongue.

When Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back to Mercy and slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing Rio. As Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three recipients – not my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of guys is going to crucify me – upside down.

Mercy went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds, keeping tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's mouth a few more times before Rio pushed her back.

"You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy. "Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?"

"Yes," Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it very much." I waited for 'can I have another' and an inappropriate chorus from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the waist and kissed her once more.

"Okay, but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am going to make you practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it right...at least until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy.

"If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed.

"Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to return to the room.

"Oh, no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged Mercy and Rio's little scheme as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every night, anyway," she added. Maybe not rushing to my rescue after all.

"The next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm going to make French kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining Hall," I threatened. "Spread the word."

"How is that going to work?" Rio snickered.

"I don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable thing I've set out to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her a lopsided grin.

"Yes, all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured, "but Zane only has seven minutes left to take a shower downstairs." We started to stampede for the exit. "Robes – towels," Vivian reminded us. She was rapidly learning many of the important skills one needs to become a mother to teenagers, a cat wrangler, or a prison guard.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 28



*Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden*

(Frontma: bringing lines to life)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)




THIS IS HOW IT IS GOING TO BE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I swatted Iona on the butt – she squawked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please carry Rio to her next class – by the legs and arms," I instructed some of the closest students. "If a door or other object gets in the way, don't hesitate to use her head as a battering ram."

"Damn, Bro, that's harsh," Rio giggled from the floor. I knelt beside her.

"Yeah," I whispered, "like being man-handled by four girls isn't going to turn you on."

"Don't tell them that," she whispered back. I rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting Rio followed us.

I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology. I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her to instruct me as if I was any other student...because I was a student and this was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some relief.

"How was it?" I mouthed to Rio once class was well on the way.

"Two hands all the way up the thigh – one knows I forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked – two titties grabbed," Rio described what she'd been subjected to, "and I got to bite Magdalena's butt. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I will ever know; thank you."

"Always willing to help a fellow pervert out," I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing close by.

WOMEN AND THE WORLD AT LARGE

"Yes?" I questioned the ladies clustered behind me at the firing line.

"Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness," Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.

"Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that's the one place my bullets don't go," I chided her.

That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.

"Zane, police your station," Hope instructed me. "Everyone, it is time for field training." This was the other part of marksmanship...sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We didn't use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.

"Gung-ho!" I responded to Hope. I'd heard that this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I think.

"I'm Korean, Zane," Hope tried not to chuckle. "We are not exactly friends with the Japanese."

"If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to come?" I inquired hopefully.

"If you keep saying it, I'll stop telling my Father I can't live without you," she countered.

"You can't live without me?" I questioned.

"Of course I can live without you, but I had to think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and slitting your throat," she confided.

"You are joking; right?" I worried. Hope was nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. "Hope, tell me that was a joke." Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet, business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left; I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope's right.

We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target, which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren't there yet, I scanned my area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I touched Hope's ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.

With a careful ear, I caught Hope's breath gaining in intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.

"Zane," Hope caught my attention as the last rifle and bullet was secured away, "I really wasn't sure how you would deal with me...being better than you. How do you do it?"

"All the training and skill in the world isn't worth a damn if you won't fight," I tried to explain. "A willingness to fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn't defeat me; you beat me."

She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two terms.

"Let's walk over to Orienteering before Heaven pops," I suggested. "We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing her, I'm not sure how to stop her." Hope chuckled at that assessment and nodded. "Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out – you beat me. You haven't discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I'm more capable – you haven't defeated me."

"Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a state of mind," Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.

"You are a very verbose wench," I shook my finger at her.

"Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face right now?" she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.

When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged on...and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.

"Yes, Zane?" Heaven asked sweetly. You know; that 'sweetly' that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate future.

"Class? Are we going to have class today? Please?" I mumbled.

"I don't know, Zane," Heaven glared at me with a vicious smile stitched to her face. "Do we have your permission to have class today? Apparently we need to." Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.

"I understand," I announced with dignity as I stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. "As your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter. All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven." I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me – right beside me.

The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I'm giving strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea of slightly swaying female heads.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 28



"Let us pray," I intoned. "Lord, guide us and give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight, determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice. In Jesus Christ's name we pray; Amen."

"Amen," the girls said, at varying volumes and with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I swear to God, if one of them had 'Baaa'ed, I'd have died on the spot. 

"Okay, who believes I'm more qualified to teach this class than Heaven?" I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then self-consciously reversed direction.

"You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually anything. I don't know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At eighteen, I'm younger than most of you. I'm a guy, nothing more. You ladies don't need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?"

"Sex," blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could deal with this.

"Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you think you would need me for sex?" Twelve of the fourteen girls raised their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me.

"We hear you are really good at it," Benios tried to explain things to me.

"Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe enough with the Pledge," Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my expense.

"All right, everyone," Heaven raised her voice as she stood up, accidentally squeezing my dick through my pants as she did so, "let's get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday's class in Zane's bedroom."

We finished the last class for the day and started leaving our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm.

"Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?" she asked. That wasn't really what she was asking. Why would I know the specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn't taken? No, what she was asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me.

The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around for the answer.

"Honestly, I don't believe that fellatio is an acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus," I bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit.

"What?" Ruth stammered.

"Oh, I know that," Michelle giggled. "Fellatio is when you take a man's phallus and put it in your mouth, and cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth...down there," she pointed at her crotch.

"Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth – " Ruth hounded me.

"Sure," I confessed. "Every man should, but in reality, it is more than tongue work" – I wiggled my tongue – "but finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there, except this time they are under someone else's control and you have a strong, flexible muscle added to the mix." I instantly knew I was missing something with this audience.

"You touch yourself; right?" I questioned. By many of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising number hadn't, Ruth included.

"I never have," Ruth replied. "I was afraid I'd stop being a virgin." I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and banged my head against it.

"That's enough for today," Heaven intervened. "We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next time." She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the company of someone I trusted. "Are you ready for tonight?"

"You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes," I grinned down at her.

"Evil!" she giggled. "You are sinister, vile, and an aberration to all that is pure in the world."

"Well, you are purely wonderful," I countered. "So is this a case of opposites attract?"

"Do you like to see me that way?" my transvestite lover teased.

"Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of all...with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as you lay there – that's the best," I related.

"How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?" she murmured.

"It's how you make me feel, Heaven," I explained. "It is no mystery – you are that good to me."

"Best boyfriend ever," she whispered, as she hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven's dorm, she gave me a nudge.

"So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?" Heaven prodded me.

"We have a ten-second rule?" I questioned.

"We don't, silly; it's Hope's rule," Heaven grinned. "No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has – had proximity issues."

"We were intimate," I pointed out. "That probably helps."

"I hope so," Heaven laughed. "The first time Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she didn't know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her pillow."

"Note to self: never climb in Hope's window looking for a midnight hook-up," I sighed.

"Hey," Heaven playfully grumbled, "if you are crawling in anyone's window for some late-night booty, it had better be my window and my booty you are after, Mister."

"Or what?" I teased. "Are we back to me being in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips of leather?"

That description dated back to our first day on campus together when she hated my very existence.

"Bitch," Heaven growled with frustrated desire.

"I'll see you at the car in ten minutes, then." I gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I minded).

Danica's house needed a little yard work but was otherwise an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven's hands kept fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine.

We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but I indicated to Heaven that we weren't friends enough to simply walk around back unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a third, nervous try when Danica opened the door.

"Hey, you two, come on in," she greeted us, and stepped aside so we could enter.

The first aura I detected in Danica's home was of benign neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra, panties, and socks.

"I'm glad you two showed up," Danica said, talking to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door.

"I almost showed up last night," Heaven blurted out, then looked mortified.

"You would have had to wait a while," Danica joked. "I worked last night."

"I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow," I joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm.

"Be careful, Mister Braxton," Danica threatened me with a wink, "I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser – behave."

I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica's neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio, grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of panic, put her other arm around Heaven's waist.

Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two kept tickling each other's tonsils and rubbing their bodies together.

"I, ah...wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the phone," Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven's left earlobe, wiggling it back and forth.

"Mission accomplished," Danica smiled. "You don't date much, do you? That's not a condemnation; it's just, you have a raw intensity I haven't seen in a while. I like it." Heaven looked ready to dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. "Let's check on the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the coals that made 'em."

Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was Heaven's first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn't involve a professional pit master and a whole steer.

"Give her some room," I cautioned Heaven. "I hear those things are hot." It was my first time too, but they had similar things in Thailand so I wasn't totally lost.

Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn't bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and women putting me on my back – funny like a crutch.

We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn't fill us up. Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica's little ploy.

"Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me one too," Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and washing it down with the appropriate beverage – lemonade in my case and beer in theirs.

"Sure," Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went. She didn't hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica did give me a wink.

The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven's. For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to chastise me. I was following but was hanging back.

"Zane – " then she noticed it was Danica, "Huh?"

"Hey, Precious," Danica purred to her, "it seems your hands are occupied;" gesturing to the beer in each. Danica stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven's breasts and began massaging them. Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn't let her. She bit into Heaven's neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder.

"The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn. How does it feel?" Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn and faced her.

"It feels good," Heaven gulped, "but I know some other things I want to do to you that are better."

Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven's body until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven's skirt, pulled down her double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them.

Heaven's hands dropped immediately to Danica's head and trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock. Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined. I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven's bra before alternating kissing Danica's neck and back while playing with her tits, and going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth.

She was over-eager and was tapping Danica's crown inside a minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak followed by,

"Oh, God, that's so fucking good – take it – oh, God – take it!" Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had to give and draining her dry afterwards.

Danica had to hold Heaven's hips to stop my lover from sliding to the ground on her ass.

"I think we will all be passing on the sherbet," Danica grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we were soon all migrating to Danica's bedroom.

Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven looked at us, I pulled Danica's hair aside and began kissing her from right beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch.

Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her clitoris.

We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica to start sweating and moaning against me.

"Why aren't you married, again?" she snickered. "Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all."

"Are you too much woman for one man?" I countered.

"Actually, I've been looking for someone special," she confessed, but she wasn't looking at me when she said it. That wasn't lost on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. "Don't freak," Danica reassured her. "I know we don't have much in common – I'm a townie and you're a rich girl from somewhere else – but we have until spring if you want to hang out."

It took Heaven a few moments to digest that.

"I'd like that, Danica; I'd like that a lot," she smiled.

"Well, I'd like it if you came over here and kissed me before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts," Danica teased her. Heaven got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us.

"Wait," Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide with surprise. "I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend – I rock!" and then she dove into Danica's lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven's passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto Heaven's semi-rigid cock.

Heaven's phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits and Danica's – wow, a freaking advantage I hadn't thought of.

"Lets – " Danica gulped for air "– get on...the bed. I want some...of this...in me," she pulled on Heaven's cock.

Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second fiddle...and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by what you leave behind,' or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while' included Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her.

"Have you been a good girl?" Danica quizzed Heaven. "Do we need a condom?" clarified the issue.

"No, no, I've only been with Zane," Heaven answered.

"That's hardly a ringing endorsement for safe sex," Danica chuckled.

"Damn, that's just cold," I groaned. "For your information, if my partner wasn't a virgin, she was someone I know intimately."

"So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living in your house now?" Danica persisted.

"How do you even know about that? It happened Sunday," I wondered.

"Zane," Danica sighed patiently, "I'm a cop and your house is like two miles away."

"Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?" Heaven grumbled. "I'll wear a condom if you want. I'll wear a harem girl outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you."

"That won't be...necessary," Danica murmured as she positioned Heaven's cock between her labia then began to push down.

I was working out what my place in this could be when I spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica's nightstand – not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got around behind them once more.

"Can I join in?" I asked.

"I trust you," Danica purred. Silly her; I'm behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on Danica's cleft and let it ooze down toward her pussy. I let it cascade over three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a finger into Danica's anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven's.

"Oh," Danica grunted, as I slipped past her sphincter. Heaven's response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began. With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven's cock through the walls of her rectum and vagina.

"Oh, my fucking God!" shouted Danica. "That feels great; she's really grinding against me."

"Keep that up," gasped Heaven. "I – I can feel your fingers." Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the sympathetic impulses growing between Danica's vaginal walls and Heaven's penis; they weren't going to last long. Drilling Heaven's butthole in rapid-fire fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave.

"Dan – Dan – Danica – Hell, yeah!" Heaven screamed as she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica's back bowed and a low growling noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it was worth it.

Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and down Danica's back. Our hostess pushed off her lover's body with her elbows on the mattress and kissed her nose.

"That felt wonderful," she smiled down at Heaven. Heaven didn't immediately respond. "Is something wrong?" Danica worried.

"I – um – it was really nice, Danica, but –" Heaven worked through the words.

"But?" Danica asked.

"But I think I'm into guys," Heaven gave her worried confession. "I'm sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me over the top was –"

"Oh," Danica seemed to deflate.

"Hold on," I intervened, even as my fingers were still slowly working them both. "Heaven, you liked Danica's blowjob; right?"

"Yes. It was wonderful," Heaven brightened up. "She's – you are –" she looked into Danica's eyes "– the best I've ever had."

"Still, you like it up your ass, don't you?" I prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed herself onto all fours and sighed.

"Well, damn," she sighed, "I was sort of hoping –"

"Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven's butt? Giving it a chance?" I hazarded.

"I'd give it a shot," Danica replied after a moment's hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 28



"I'll get dressed and go out to the car," I winked. "Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along."

I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn't have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other's hair.

"I just want you both to know," Danica held up a warding hand, "if that thing is longer than my arm, I'm calling this off." I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn't scarier than Heaven's normal equipment. "I'm glad that's going into you and not me," Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised butt in the air.

"Oh, she's begging for it," Danica laughed.

"Yes, she does, and if you think that's sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you," I painted the picture.

"Is there any position she doesn't like?" Danica inquired.

"I'm right here, my butt up in the air. Please, somebody do something," Heaven whined.

"Not that I know of," I ignored Heaven's plea. "You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar – she's quite strong."

"Oh – mmm, thanks, Zane; I'll explore those opportunities," Danica grinned.

"Hello – butt here...needs stuffing," Heaven became more insistent.

"She's shameless," Danica teased happily.

"Absolutely," I laughed, "but if one of us doesn't fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue."

"Zane, you warm her up and I'll figure out how to put this thing on," Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy.

"About damn time," Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I'd oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven's anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready.

"This is weird," Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven's sphincter. "Let me know if this – " she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Makes me feel full," Heaven gasped. "Push." Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure.

Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I'd seen Heaven afraid far too often. I'd seen her furious far too often as well.

"Zane," Heaven perked up, "get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going."

"Revenge," taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven's face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my penis is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes – or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip.

"Come on, Zane," Danica egged me on, "take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut." A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven's body and she gave out a small sob.

"Heaven," I asked cautiously, "do you want to stop?"

"I'm being fucked like a slut, Zane," she replied tearfully. "I'm being fucked like a slut."

You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven's imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl.

I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven's mouth.

"Spank your bitch's ass," I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny's buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her.

Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica's cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper.

All the sizzling sex I'd been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first.

"Heaven...babe, here it comes," I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs – so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief.

Heaven swallowed with some degree of urgency because she was at her tipping point as well.

"Oh, God; oh, God; oh, God, Danica...FUCK!" she cried out, then bucked up hard against Danica. On the second buck, Danica took hold of Heaven by her elbows. Heaven rocked a few more feeble times onto the strap-on but her energy was temporarily spent.

Danica wrapped her right and then her left arm around Heaven, pulling her into an upright, kneeling embrace, her breasts squished against Heaven's back.

"Are you okay, Precious?" Danica panted next to her lover's ear.

"I – oh, yeah – I feel great," Heaven wheezed. "I also...seem to have...made a mess...on the bed."

"I planned for that," Danica answered with a kiss to Heaven's neck. "I was hoping we'd end up here. By the way, do you want me to pull this out now?"

"Yeah, my ass is getting a bit sore – muscles stretched," Heaven shivered. I wiggled forward so that Danica could push Heaven against me as she withdrew the artificial phallus from its resting place up Heaven's back door.

When the last of it slipped free, Heaven gave a brief little hiccup, then melted into my arms.

"Damn, I'm so glad I met you," she murmured.

"Thanks," Danica and I said together, then laughed at the confusion. Heaven gingerly curled into my lap while Danica sat back and worked off the sexual aid that had brought so much pleasure.

"Well, that was different," Danica mused. "I'm not sure how much I enjoyed it but I can't say it turned me off."

"Mmmm...that was good sex," Heaven smiled at us both. "I like good sex." I gave her a little nudge and communicated as best I could by eye contact alone. "Thank you, Danica," she added. "I really liked that – what you did for me."

"In that case, we really should do it again," Danica said nonchalantly. Heaven perked up right away.

"Right now?" she hoped.

"No," I cut that conversation right off. "I need to get back to campus, and that means you have to get back as well."

"But – " Heaven sounded hurt "– Danica...that means we can't..."

"I know," Danica interrupted. "Zane has church work tomorrow and then I'm at work for the next five nights, so...maybe next Tuesday?"

"I'd like that," Heaven became excited once more. She crawled over to Danica and began kissing the cop and running her hands all over her body.

"Bathroom, clothes, kisses goodbye, and then we have to go," I prodded Heaven. She looked over her shoulder at me with deep disappointment. Finally, she sighed and nodded. The rest of our visit passed quickly enough. Heaven behaved, I cleaned up the strap-on and myself, and we left Danica with some thank-you's and a bemused look on her face. I knew that expression; people had described me as having it after my second date with Heaven too.

THE BIRTH OF THE JANISSARIES 

When we returned to campus, I felt my stress level rise once more. This time I was reasonably sure I had a plan but I needed some help. I sent out some messages for people to gather, and for a special few, I sent people to get the girls I wasn't sure would come otherwise. I barely got back to my dorm room before the fire tribal meetings that had taken place there broke up.

I wasn't there to say much but I did impress upon the students that this was my turf and I wasn't ceding one inch to Ms. Scarlett's scheme or to any one tribe.

The group that I'd assembled was very eclectic – some by force and a few of them I barely knew at all. Of the staff, I brought in Dana Gorman – because she was the prior Head of Security and our current Physical Education Coach – and Gabrielle Black, because she was the current Head of Security and I didn't want to build an internal police force without her advice and consent.

On the justice side of things, I brought in Dr. Bryce Kennedy [FYI: she is a woman], the head of the Pre-Law program, Ms. Hudson Lane, our school lawyer, and Ms. Virginia Goodswell, because I trusted her judgment where teachers and teaching were involved. Despite the oddity of the situation, they all answered my summons and didn't look frighteningly pissed at my request.

Student-wise, there was a sea of familiar faces, if not friendly ones. Only Mhain Reynard had been brought here under threat of force by Hope and Chastity. When most of the two visiting tribes had cleared out, I began my meeting.

"What I have to say may ramble a bit but please be patient; we are creating something new here," I began. "Has anyone heard of the janissaries?" 

Iona raised her hand, as did Hope, Christina, and Simone Brady (former Junior Class President). 

"For the rest of you, there was a Muslim empire of Turks who ruled much of Eastern Europe and the Middle East. They would levy a tax against their Christian subjects of young sons, and they would take these boys, force their conversion to Islam, and then use them as elite soldiers and palace guards for the Sultans." 

"No, I'm not asking anyone to convert," I warded off some of the more hateful looks, "but the principle elements of what I say will make sense, I promise. These Janissaries soon rose up to become the chief officials of the Turkish government, the most loyal and trusted of all the Sultan's men. They were both the military and the civil authority of the Empire." I let that sink into the crowd of bright young women I'd assembled.

"So you want us as your personal guard?" Kylie Frik, a sophomore candidate for Class President, sneered. Clearly, she was thinking harem, not what I had planned. Hannah Cartwright, her opposite in the sophomore camp, figured it out.

"You want us to be a police force and, I'm guessing by the presence of a few Law types, to be judges as well. You want a shield between you and direct involvement of things you might do."

"Close, but no cigar," I grinned to Hannah. She liked me well enough but she didn't really know me or the twisted way my mind worked. "You wouldn't be my shield; I would be yours. The Janissaries get together and decide policy and how to best enact it; I give it my blessing; and you go do what you want to do while I take the heat for things when they go wrong."

Temperance(Note: introduced in Chapter 7) and Dana both laughed. Christina and company knew better than to judge my madness before hearing the whole story.

"The Janissaries ended up ruling the Ottoman Turk Empire in the name of their Sultan, who they kept as a virtual prisoner in his own palace –" Simone Brady insightfully pointed out "– for almost 200 years."

"Wait. Are we going to imprison Zane?" Millicent interrupted. "That's more than a little odd."

"No. I'm going to select ten Advocates and ten – well, I didn't know what to call them so I was thinking we'd call them the Nameless – the enforcers of the Advocates' decisions," I explained.

"How is this going to relate to school elections?" Simone asked.

"I think elections are toast for this year, Simone," I related my fears. "The purpose for them has been short-circuited and that is why I asked you and a few other Rhaine supporters here tonight. No student government can exist at this school without your backing."

"But we don't like you or even want you on campus," Rhaine spoke up. "Why would we buy into this?"

"He's the only game in town," Christina pointed out coolly. "Without school elections, all you can do is take over roughly half the tribes, and then what? Zane is your mediator so he can break down everything you try to build...if you think he's that petty."

"At the end of the day, ladies, Vice Chancellor Scarlett has dumped this on my lap, and I think its point is that you need a man to give you guidance in your lives, unless you keep to your tight little tribes she's assigned you," I said.

"I'm going against that because I don't believe you need me to run things here at FFU," I persisted. "No one in this room knew what my idea was before coming into this room – no one, not even Iona and Rio, my closest friends. There is no trick here. What I envision is an organization above the tribes, keeping the peace and encouraging unity."

"Advocates work in ad hoc teams to solve disputes; each litigant will choose an advocate to represent their case, working out a compromise whenever possible. Only unsolvable cases would be brought before me, the Mediator, and I would hear both arguments and render a decision. It would be a 'nuclear option' to hold over the litigants' heads."

"So you would still lord it over us," Mhain addressed me for the first time, though she did spit on the ground afterwards and she still wouldn't use my name.

"I'm doing that right now, Mhain," I sighed. "I didn't ask for this; it was tossed like a live grenade into my lap. If I run away, you are left isolated and at the mercy of this experiment. If I stay, you have some hope of self-government."

"That still leaves you with authority over all the girls in this school. I'm not sure my father will like that," Simone pointed out.

"Simone, there could well be some moment when you are in this room alone with me...and nine other advocates, and ten Nameless. And what do you think would happen to me if I did one inappropriate thing?"

"Speaking of which, one of us will be in that room," Christina stated. "Who have you decided shall be the selected ones?" I had to smile.

"I don't do the actual choosing," I smirked. "That is what I brought the teachers for. Dr. Kennedy and Ms. Hudson can pick out the best legal minds to be Advocates as well as coach them in how student court works."

"Ms. Black and Ms. Gorman can nominate the best choices for the Nameless. The Advocates will be public knowledge but the Nameless shall only be known by the select teachers, the Advocates, and me, the Mediator. On official business they will wear black masks or something like that to give them an official air with a hint of fear," I concluded.

"That is a bit too much theatrics," Bryce Kennedy declared.

"I disagree," Gabrielle surprised me by speaking. "Sure, the girls will suspect who the ten Nameless are, but they will not know with absolute certainty. That is an incredible advantage in the psychology of a confrontation, decreasing the chance of violence."

"I will not be party to this perversion," Mhain declared as she stood up. "I suggest anyone who fears for their soul will do likewise."

"Why is this douche here again?" Rio sniped. Rio, like Mercy and Iona, was here as an observer.

"Mhain's here because she represents a portion of the student body. You can't have a democracy if you start off by excluding people unless you look forward to a return to civil war in your near future," I explained. Simone and Kylie stood with Rhaine but didn't make to leave. Mhain shook her head in disgust and made for the stairs.

"Ms. Reynard, why are you running away?" the senior educator in the room spoke.

"I'm not running away," she turned and insisted. "He shouldn't even be at this school with the rest of us and everyone else is too blind to see it."

"Okay, I agree with you that Mr. Braxton shouldn't be here," Dr. Kennedy nodded. "That doesn't explain your cowardice in the face of adversity."

"I'm not a coward!" Mhain shouted.

"Then you are saying that everyone else in this room is," Dr. Kennedy continued.

"I –" Mhain stammered.

"I joined the staff as an educator at Freedom Fellowship to protect the ladies under my charge, to teach them to the best of my ability to be good Christians and good lawyers in the Christian cause," the teacher detailed. 

"Nowhere did I sign on to pick and choose the struggles I would embrace," Bryce continued. "Every believer has the option of retreating into the shadows where it is safe, but that is not what I teach. You must have the faith to fight even when things look bleak because that is where the real victory lies. Thank you for listening. Please scurry off and hide now because your actions so far bring shame to true female Christians."

Mhain was floored. I was floored too, but then realized that lying on the ground beside her would be counter-productive.

"Please stay," Rhaine broke the silence. "Things will be hard enough with you at our side. It will be nearly impossible without you...especially next year when the current seniors graduate."

Mhain still moved around me as if I was a plague-carrier but resumed her seat.

"I want to establish some ground rules. I did not ask for this responsibility but now that I have it, I'm going to make the most of it. What I want is things that are good for this school," I stated.

"Like?" Hudson Lane prodded me.

"Like campus-sponsored summer trips to Israel, maybe an exchange program with other all-female religious schools to share missions and traditions, missionary work with female Christian groups in the Developing World, and outreach programs with the University of Virginia," I suggested. There was a pause because sometimes I'm not a total freaking moron.

"How would we pay for all that?" Rhaine questioned.

"This school is loaded, or hasn't anyone else noted that all our stuff is new? And since no senior-class women remark on it, it appears to be a common occurrence," I responded.

"That doesn't mean we will be given the money to spend," Christina joined in.

"Ah," I scoffed. "I'm the Mediator; I'll simply ask for it and they will give it to me."

"Exactly how did you come to this delusion?" Hannah Cartwright asked, but I knew she spoke for the majority present.

"Do you know for a fact I don't have the authority?" I grinned. "The worst she can do is say 'no.' Actually, the worst she can do is say 'no' while publicly ridiculing me with laughter."

"I can't believe we are sitting here talking about a possible future for our campus built upon a hypothesis of how power works on this campus – a rather weak hypothesis at that," Simone shook her head.

"That is incorrect," Dana said. "It relies on how much Vice Chancellor Scarlett wants this experiment of hers to work, and in my opinion, she wants this pretty bad."

"Fine. If we do this, how long do we have to keep it secret?" Temperance inquired.

"We don't," I stated calmly. "This isn't going to be a totally open democracy but we shouldn't be overly secretive. Once we have the tribal leadership established, they come in as a parliamentary body. I put my hare-brained schemes past them and give them the right to impeach Advocates and Nameless."

"Wait," Mhain growled. "We are doing all this just so the elected tribal leaders can get rid of it all? That's crazy."

"No," Millicent championed my cause, "that's democracy. Zane can counter their decisions – it is in his power to do so – but do you think he'd ever do that?"

"He's evil," Mhain stated with absolute conviction.

"That's it; she's dead," Rio snarled as she stood up. Mercy hooked an arm around her waist to hold the hothead back.

"What safeguards would you want?" I asked.





Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 28



"Let us vote to expel you," she demanded fiercely.

"So driving me from a place I've come to consider a second home is the only thing that will satisfy you?" I sighed. "I don't know you but you appear to be hell-bent on making me miserable. Please explain that to me."

"You are a whore and you turn women into whores," she spat. Whether the other women believed it or not, every one of them knew that was going too far; some were absolutely furious. I stood up and rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to not obey my instinct, which was to slap the crap out of anyone who maliciously called a woman a whore.

"That was uncalled for," I said softly. I started stripping my shirt off. Mhain suddenly looked a tiny bit afraid, although she was still vastly self-righteous through and through. Bryce looked ready to intervene but Dana put a hand on her arm to designate she should give me some leeway.

"Mhain, would you define me as totally irredeemable and destructive to this institution?" I inquired with an even tone.

"Absolutely," she snarled.

"Valarie – knife," I requested. The teachers were seconds from coming out of their seats and shutting me down. Val swept out her butterfly knife from her back and flipped it's blade out before giving it to me. I took it, handle extended, blade resting against my wrist. The only one not on the edge of freaking was Gabrielle, who looked...well, pretty much as she always looked.

I walked up to Mhain, caused her a bit of pain when I grabbed her right arm and pulled it toward me. I slapped the blade's hilt into her palm, then raised the blade to the level so that the blade tip pricked the spot between my ribs, next to my heart.

"Here you go," I growled. "Be a hero. Kill the beast. You will never have a better opportunity than this."

"I won't let you make me a murderer," she worked out angrily after a stunned moment of silence.

"Fine, someone give me a pen so I can menace Mhain with it. That makes it justifiable homicide," I countered. By the looks on Hudson's and Dr. Kennedy's faces, I had just created a mockery of how the real legal system worked.

"Go ahead, Ms. Reynard," Dana Gorman sounded bored. "No one here will contradict your story. Do the world a favor and remove Zane. It is your Christian duty, after all; right?"

For a second, I thought the crazy bitch was going to kill me. She tried pushing the knife forward and blood welled and seeped from the puncture.

She was looking into my eyes with that fanatical gleam in her's shining through, but the eyes are also the windows to the soul. It takes a certain kind of individual to look into a person's eyes and kill them in cold blood. I'll give her this much; she put her left hand on the knife and tried to drive the blade deeper one more time.

With a growl of frustration and rage, she took a half-step back and dropped the knife.

"This proves nothing," she shouted at me.

"Then pick up the knife," I countered. "If you can't bring yourself to kill me, take out a kidney or perforate my liver. That should remove me for the semester."

"All this proves is that you are crazy and evil," she was now starting to hyperventilate.

"But can I stay?" I grilled her. "You have the power to make me leave so make me leave; don't chicken out and hand that burden to someone else. You don't get to have it both ways."

"I'll give it to her both ways," Rio mumbled in a way that made it clear she was way past infuriated. Luckily, Mhain didn't hear or ignored her.

Mhain was still having trouble breathing and now added shivering to the act.

"Pick up the knife and hand it to me," I demanded. She glared but obeyed. I wiped the blade on my trousers, flipped it closed, and returned it to Valarie. "Mhain, please sit down." The nut didn't skip back to her seat but she grudgingly did as I asked.

"I think we can agree to pick up the discussion tomorrow," Virginia Goodswell stood and announced. "Someone get Zane medical attention."

"We will discuss the gross miscarriage of educator responsibility by even allowing a student to arm another student in an apparent rush at suicide," Dr. Kennedy grumbled.

"Mr. Braxton was never in any danger," Gabrielle gazed on the legal scholar coolly. "At the point where Ms. Reynard's muscles gathered the impetus to actually penetrate the pectoral muscles of Mr. Braxton, I would have incapacitated her. There was no danger; thus no dereliction of duties."

"He handed her a knife, placed it in her hands, and aimed the point over his heart," Kennedy persisted.

"Zane was certainly willing to get himself stabbed but Mhain wasn't willing to do the deed," Gabrielle restated herself.

"But Mr. Braxton had no way of knowing that," Dr. Kennedy pointed out. Every woman, except Mhain and one other, stared at her in disbelief.

"Zane," Virginia Goodswell looked to me, "how did you know Mhain wouldn't stab you?"

"I didn't know; I'm not a mind-reader, but I reasoned that she would not presume to ignore absolute authority due to her upbringing. In her mind, no matter what crime a man commits, she should report it to a man to deal with," I replied.

"If there was no risk then that was not a real test," Mhain spat.

"Eu contraire; all you had to do was own up to your own actions and emotions and I'd be dead now," I respond coldly. "All you had to do was admit that you hate me for purely personal reasons and not because of anything God directed you to do."

"You are depraved and despicable," she seethed.

"I get that a lot; now get out," I growled back, "because I have a thousand other bitches who are – scratch that – 999 other bitches – Dr. Kennedy is growing on me; the rest I'm not so sure about – who are making my life miserable."

"Don't get your hopes up, Mr. Braxton," Dr. Kennedy warned me. "I'm happily married."

"Cool," I responded. "I hope to be like that one day."

"Happily married?" Virginia inquired.

"No; a female law professor at an all-girls school," I grinned. "It sounds like a real cool job."

"Feel free to hit him," Dana interrupted. "I swear that is the only way to get him to learn anything; or the only way we will discuss at this moment." Ah, sex. I thought my life had gone on a bit too long without the mention of sex. "It is also a fun form of stress relief."

A painful blow rocked my shoulder and nearly sent me sprawling.

"You are right," Gabrielle noted clinically. "I feel better." Fuck, she hits hard. I look at her and try not to get pissed off and say something stupid. She makes my life difficult but my existence at FFU makes her life far too interesting as well. Whack! Someone hit me with a briefcase.

"I have to agree," Dr. Kennedy confirmed. "It has a therapeutic quality to it."

"Bloody hell," I blurt out.

"Everyone, please stop physically abusing Zane," Ms. Goodswell snapped. "He's a student, for Pete's sake. He's not subject to corporal punishment."

"Virginia, have you ever punched or slapped Zane?" Dana teased. "Give it a try before dismissing it out of hand."

"He likes spanking," Barbie Lynn beamed happiness as she skipped by on her way to my/our bedroom. Technically, it is mine, Vivian's, Barbie Lynn's, Rio's, and Mercy's...plus whoever is feeling lonely on a given night. As for the spanking, I'm more of a giver than a receiver, but I doubt explaining that right now would be appropriate.

"Uhmm – okay, I think that is my cue to leave," Virginia piped up.

"I have rounds to make," Gabrielle added.

"I'm going home to my family," Dr. Kennedy headed out.

"I'm going to stay here, kick back, and watch some Pay-per-view," Dana grinned.

"What are you going to watch?" Hudson inquired.

"BBC America has this show called Copper that I've been meaning to catch," Dana informed her.

"Mind if I watch an episode with you?" Hudson asked.

"Sure, knock yourself out. You can pick the second show," Dana yawned. "It's only Zane's money after all." The rest of my guests filed out and I retired to the showers and then to my room. The day's stress revealed itself as the women curled into bed calmly and soon were cuddled together, including the odd ones out.

On the far side we had the rather unusual appearance of Valarie. Next to her was Rio, who had her arms wrapped around Mercy. Mercy was snuggled against Barbie Lynn who held the middle spot. I was on my side, face-to-face with Barbie Lynn. After a few minutes, Vivian came to bed, wedged up against my back, and put an arm over me. I was in close proximity to several beautiful women but as long as no one doused the room with an aphrodisiac, we'd do just fine.

"Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered, "my vibrator burned out this morning, and I'm terribly horny."

Oh, fuck!



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 29



*Nymphomania, while enticing to consider, is still utter madness when experienced*

(Frontma delivers yet again)

(Starts off with good sex then tons of 'story' stuff)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)




Barbie Lynn gazing down at me...I'm not sure another guy should ever see this because it could break one's heart to see it once and never again. She's built a faint sheen of sweat on her body already and she's looking at me with a definite Zen to fuck. My cock is cocooned deep inside her rectum, rubbing inside as she rotates forward on her hips.

The distant, dreamy look in her eyes flashes to alertness as she catches me looking at her; 'hi' she whispers. I nod and smile so she inclines into me so that we can start kissing. She leads in with her tongue along my lips. I touch the tip of her tongue with my own, snaking inside her mouth before we are done. She starts murmuring, deepens our kiss, and begins rubbing my nipples.

"Vivian?" Valarie says softly. She snuck around the bed to settle behind my guardian.

"Yes?" Vivian replies. She is on her side watching Barbie Lynn and I.

"I – ummm..." Valarie moans. 

Out of the corner of my eye I catch it as Val's hand brushes Vivian's hair off her neck and her lips start suckling on the exposed flesh. Vivian closes her eyes briefly but doesn't move Valarie away.

"Oh, Baby," Barbie pants with barely an inch separating our lips, "I know I say this often but I so love this. You tear me up inside and I want it so bad all the time, it scares me."

"Vaginal sex with you scares me," I tease back.

"Will it be even better?" she draws in an even deeper, breast flaunting breath.

"You never know, but you are so damn good at everything else, I can't imagine you doing anything but haunting my dreams forever," I say, as I coax her movements with my hands on her hips, flanks, and thighs. Barbie shows her appreciation by running her hand through my bangs and pushing my hair back so that she can cover my forehead, eyes and nose with kisses.

"You like that romantic shit, don't you, Mercy-slut?" Rio grumbles playfully from the other side.

"Yes," Mercy whispers. I know Rio well enough to know that when a spiteful reply isn't immediately forthcoming, she's dusting off (and unchaining) her Better Angel. Mercy is looking at Barbie Lynn and me, her head facing sideways as she lies on her back. Rio crawls on top of Mercy, prompting Mercy to open her legs, and locks her hands over her head to gaze down on her.

"Your skin is so pure, your hair so black, and your eyes so full of passion, it breaks my heart to look at you, My Little Whore," Rio begins. She leans in and bites Mercy's earlobe, causing her victim to moan and buck up slightly. "Mercy, you give and give, making me so hot inside that I want to grab you and never let go."

"Really?" Mercy gasps. "I – "

"Don't get used to this," Rio growls with famished sexual enticement. "But – well, I want you to know that I hope all our children look just like you." Poor Rio was running out of material. It was terribly uncomfortable for me to show her where to go. I ran my hands over Barbie's body, which is an absolute torture I am forced to struggle through repeatedly.

I start by massaging Barbie Lynn's tits, rotating three fingers over the nipples before rolling up the whole meaty breast in my palms. Barbie Lynn starts pushing back on my cock harder and grunting to the rhythm.

"Damn, Mercy," Rio teases, "I love these titties." She accentuates by sucking the top third of one breast into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it.

Vivian gives a visible shiver from her side of the bed; Valarie has done something to her beneath the sheets to turn her on. In the interim while I have been watching Rio and Mercy, Valarie has been working over Vivian, temple to shoulder, with her lips. Now I see Vivian pulling up her left (upper) leg until it is resting snugly against my upper ribs, giving someone easier access to her snatch.

She's also put her left arm behind her back between herself and Valarie. I'm starting to wonder if there is something in the air filters of my place, some undiscovered aphrodisiac mold, fungi, or spores that turns nice, virtuous girls into promiscuous bi-sexual vixens. To the best of my knowledge and belief, neither Valarie nor Vivian had the slightest lesbian tendencies before they started coming to my room.

I give Barbie Lynn's luscious orbs one final squeeze before migrating my hold down to her ass, giving each cheek a double-slap. Barbie Lynn exhales a huff of ecstatic relief as the impact travels through her. Rio smirks and follows suit, her hand reaching between their thighs, prying Mercy's leg up – up and up until Mercy's knee is nearly at her breast.

"Your body is the first female form that I've ever lusted after," Rio murmurs as she rubs and pats Mercy's buttocks. "I think I've always wanted you, to taste you on my tongue, your scent strong in my mind and your sweet, sweet ass under my hand." Mercy brings one hand up to stroke Rio's cheek as she gives a strangled sob. No matter how much Mercy fears loving a woman, Rio can chisel that away and get her to love openly and freely.

Barbie Lynn bounces up and slams down on me repeatedly as she is coming to the end of her fuse.

"Zane...Zane, oh yeah," she pants. Vivian chooses this moment to sneak her climax in on the rest of us. I am vaguely aware of her biting her lip, rocking her hips under the sheets, and perspiration beginning to bead on her lower lip.

"Holy God, Christ, and...my...hot damn...Val...ugh...Oh, God!" Vivian squeals as Valarie vigorously whips her hand in a tight pattern, cloaked from sight but obvious to the knowledgeable. Vivian's clit, lips, and the gateway to her vagina are all supers-stimulated. Valarie cools her down and holds her with enough strength to stop Vivian from rolling face-first into the sheets.

"Jesus Loves Me!" Barbie Lynn screams one last time. Her body bows, her breasts thrust forward and up, bouncing so deliciously while her thighs tremble in climax. Her anal muscles rippling from sphincter toward my cockhead are grinding me toward orgasm. Finally, she collapses against me, still twitching and fighting for breath.

With my arms wrapped around her, I roll us over toward Mercy and Rio, placing Barbie Lynn on her back. Barbie Lynn has her legs pulling back before I can even move to push them back. While I had never fully pulled out, I was nearly there. I shove my hips forward, forcing my penis back in hard, causing Barbie Lynn to grunt, her mouth to gape open, nostril flaring, as her eyes squeeze shut.

"Oh, hell, yeah," Barbie Lynn gasps, "hammer me!"

"Oh, fuck," Valarie moans, "I am so lonely." Vivian is still roaming her hands over Valarie's special place, picking up the pace as she's inspired by Barbie Lynn's passion. Rio expresses her perverse nature by going at Mercy slow while the rest of us are going gangbusters.

"Here is my baby-smooth, tasty friend," Rio says as she kisses Mercy's bald twat. Rio pushes her thighs apart, her leg muscles taught while laying on the bed. Rio's restraint could only last so long. Every lick became more insistent, every nibble elicited a greater yelp, and every hip-thrust by Mercy into Rio's hungry mouth was more desperate.

Valarie gives off one long, cavernous growl, then screams in between Vivian's shoulder blades.

"Damn," Vivian whispers, as a sympathetic orgasmic shiver coasts through her body. I'm pushing up on my knuckles, Barbie Lynn's legs between them as I rise up until my bulbous head is fixed in her sphincter; then I slam down once more. She's rocking her hips up to maximize the depths I reach as she cries out, again and again and again.

When I finally let go, I feel a volcano of lust, frustration, and fulfillment exploding out all at once. Barbie Lynn's head sways rapidly side to side as she comes unglued.

"Zane – Jesus loves me...Jesus Loves Me!" she howls loud enough to shake the glass panels overhead. Those words ringing in my ears are going to haunt me in whatever church I go to.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh, Love...right there...feels so good," Mercy drags out with shallow breathes. 

"Mmmm..." Rio gurgles. Mercy has gotten quite wet and visibly aroused. I'm sure Rio has worked a finger or two into the action and in Mercy's butt. Mercy starts bouncing off the sheets as she hisses out the last of her restraint.

"Motherfuckergoddamn!" Mercy cries out. Rio growls, slurps, and sucks up Mercy's pussy juice while lapping up and down her slit.

"That's my baby," Rio's fluid-marked face looks up from between Mercy's legs and smiles. "Was that good for you?" Rio asks? Mercy nods dreamily. "Are you a happy little whore?" Rio teases. Again, Mercy nods with pleasure. "Did you use the 'L' word, Ass-fuck slut?" Rio hardens.

This time Mercy realizes her mistake and shudders. She raises her head and looks into Rio's eyes.

"Yes. I'm sorry, Rio," Mercy mumbles.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time, Bitch," Rio sneers. "Tomorrow morning you are going to get it coming and going...all day long." I am actually aware of what that threat means.

"Okay," Vivian sighed, with more contentment than annoyance, "we've all cum so let's try and get some sleep."

"I haven't gotten off yet," Rio chuckled. I knew what I had to do before someone else volunteered my services.

"Come here, Rio." I smile to her and extend a hand. "Let me get another taste of my best bro."

"I'll clean you up," Barbie Lynn grins up at me, as she wiggles her body around my own so she's on top again. She slithers down my torso, waggles my still mostly hard cock against her lips, then begins to take it into her mouth. Barbie Lynn's tongue licks along my shaft as she gobbles up more of my rod.

I expect Rio to come over but Mercy, following along and lying on her belly, her head propped up on her hands and elbows as she watches my blonde angel's skilled fellatio, is a bonus. Rio ends up near my pillow, one hand on my chest and the other resting between Mercy's ass cheeks. Her fingers are definitely sliding in and out of Mercy's cunt. If Mercy is a bit sore, she's smart enough not to complain to her Mistress about it.

"What do you have in mind, Zane?" Rio catches my gaze.

"I want your teeth tearing up the mattress with your ass up in the air as I plow you through the headboard," I inform her. I make a focus group assessment of the situation by slipping a finger into her pussy – she's creaming already.

For Rio, the greater physicality of the sex, the better it is for her. She'll let me have my foreplay and some good loving, but she goes wild over the raw, brutal act of sex itself.

"I think you are ready to put that smile on her face," Barbie Lynn taunts Rio as she informs me she's finished. "Come with me," Barbie Lynn turns to Mercy. "My nipples need some attention. Can you do that for me?"

After checking with Rio, Mercy gives a hungry look and lick of the lips at Barbie Lynn. Barbie crawls over Mercy to land on her back on the far side. Mercy twirls around and latches on to Barbie Lynn's left breast with such rapidity, it momentarily causes my visage to blur.

"I want some of that," Valarie suddenly blurts out. 

She makes her own quick trek around Rio and me as we are still positioning ourselves to come swooping down on Barbie Lynn's right side. The right nipple disappears into our school biker girl's mouth with a decidedly audible smacking of the lips. Val's hand starts to stroke the inside of Barbie Lynn's thigh but Mercy's free hand reaches over and starts tweaking Valarie's closest nipple. Yes, I definitely must check the air filters.

Rio resumes her sensually crawl my way and I give her a beguiling look to lure her in. I'm on her in a flash once she's close enough for me to make my move. She screeches like an alley cat but I've got a hand on the back of her head and the other on her hip as I slam her face first into the pillow.

"Bastard," she screams through the fabric, but she's not following through with the anger.

"Give it up, Bitch," I snarl back. My cock slides full-throttle all the way into her cunt on the first pass. Her pussy feels like slick, melted butter as I bottom out in her hole. At the same time, I let up on her head a bit.

"Oh, fucking-A," Rio gasps. "Did someone sneak a gerbil up behind me or is it Needle-dick pretending he's a man?" I give her another powerful slam. "Oh, fuck...stop that."

"What? Too much for the bitch whose had it all?" I tease Rio.

"I swear...if I spit up...my ovaries," she chokes, "we are...going to have...words."

"Words like I'm the best fuck you've ever had'?" I taunt Rio between packing her vagina as full and deep as I can. She's squealing and moaning yet thrusting back strongly against me all the way.

I move my hand off Rio's hip and take hold of a breast, squeezing and torturing the nipple. She's snarling like a wounded tigress now. She possesses no acceptance of defeat, no surrender to exhaustion, and no fear of pain; in fact, what we are doing is a turn-on. I'm actually becoming beaten up by all the impact of my hips against Rio's ass. Within ten minutes, her fluids are all over her crotch and mine and she's actually starting to dribble down her thighs and onto the mattress.

"Zane, don't forget she's your friend," Vivian sounds worried.

"Shut...up," gasps Rio, violently and with passion. This is what Rio craves right now, a brutal fucking, and she's not going to be denied by Vivian's compassionate sensibilities. "Ah, fuck me...fuck me...break me, you bastard," Rio pants. "Hammer me, Bitch!" she screams, and that's all she can take. She has some sort of seizure, thrashing and pulsating all over the place.

For the second time tonight I'm shooting my seed into a woman; this time Rio's vagina. I plunder Rio's barely responsive form for several more savage thrusts until I'm spent, collapsing with my full mass on top of her, which is not my normal form but I want Rio to feel warm and encompassed by me at this moment.

I make sure that some of my weight is taken onto my knees and elbows so I don't suffocate my crazy best friend.

"Zane," Rio pants a half-minute later, "that vice-like bump you were feeling with that horse-cock of yours..."

"Yes?" I respond softly. I pull her hair out of her face as she turns it to the side so she can speak clearly.

"That was my cervix, dumbass," she giggles. "Next time I want my uterus scrubbed, I'll call a fucking gynecologist."

"Hardy-har-har," I chuckle. "Doing it with a Princess Barbie Pony Action Figure doesn't qualify as bestiality, you bimbo, and it certainly doesn't give you horse-cock experience."

"Rio, you are kind of gross," Vivian chastises my buddy.

"Thank you," Rio pants, "I knew you cared."



"Behave, Rio, and next time it's going up your ass," I murmur into Rio's ear.

"Oh, that's just cold, Bro," Rio pouts as she wiggles her tight butt against my semi-flaccid cock.

"A person uses the threat of denying anal sex to a girl as a means of enforcing polite behavior," Vivian ponders as she flops on her back and stares up at the stars through the glass ceiling. "Worse, it makes sense to me. What has happened to my life?"

"Rio, are you okay?" Mercy whispered.

Rio turns her head the other way to address her lover: "My vagina is numb, my hips feel dislocated, I'll be pulling pillow fiber out of my teeth for a week, and I think he bruised a nipple – I feel fucking awesome." 

"I'd ask Zane to do it to me again but I know Vivian would choke me out," Rio snickers. "I know what I am going to do, though: In the morning I'm going to have Zane pounding your butt as hard as he fucked me right now so I can hear you cry and scream."

"Um, okay," Mercy answered, trying not to sound too anxious.

"Damn," Valarie mutters. "I hate being a virgin, and I'll pimp slap the first one who suggests anal sex. All I want to do is get laid without the repercussions." No one said anything for a minute.

"I'll help with that," Barbie Lynn and I volunteered almost at the same time.

"Bed," Vivian laid down the law. Thankfully, the rest of us were too tired to argue.



POWER PLAYFULNESS



At our five a.m. wake up, I swept up Valarie into a six-nine, her on top. Barbie quickly got behind Val and began licking my nose, the back of Val's cunt, and teasing her butthole with tiny probes. At first our biker babe resisted and grumbled with her mouth around my cock, but Barbie Lynn was as relentless as she was sensually enticing.

Val returned the surprise by slamming her thighs together as the dam of her sexual frustration burst; she clamped her thighs tightly on my head and bucked so hard she bounced us off the bed as she screamed. There were no words to it; the scream was primal, violent and somewhat frightening. The other remarkable thing was that Barbie Lynn retained her hold on Valarie's ass cheeks and kept tongue-fucking Val's anus.

Valarie's mouth had released my cock seconds before orgasm. She gave it an occasional swipe of the tongue until her last orgasmic quivers stopped. I motioned for Barbie to let up and when she did, Valarie collapsed beside me.

"Oh," Valarie panted, "that was good. That should tide me over until lunch time."

"Showers, everyone," Vivian reminded us. There were a few groans but cleanliness was an inevitable bonus for all of us – and Rio, if we bundled her up and took her squirming, griping form with us. Rio gained a measure of revenge by announcing to my shower buddies that I had an unresolved morning blowjob begging for attention. Brandi elbowed two girls aside to bend over at the waist and take me in.



Opal was kind enough to stroke Brandi's kitty from behind, getting us off almost at the same time. Opal gave me several finger scoops of Brandi's nectar to slake my sexual thirst. I was busy getting a taste of Opal with a bonus clitoris massage when Iona dragged me away. Outside the showers, I bent down, wrapped my arms beneath Iona's towel-clad posterior, and lifted her up so that she was looking down at me.

"Thank you," I smiled at her. "You've always got my back."

"You are welcome," she beamed happiness back down at me, "and it is my pleasure, Zane. Do you think we can go motorcycle shopping Thursday?"

"Sure, that won't be – oh fuck, it's Wednesday," I gasped. I realized I had confused Iona.

"I told Erin I would call her Monday and totally lost track...of a woman," I blinked. "I don't think that's ever happened before."

"You have a ton of things going on," Iona comforted me while hovering above me still. "I think she'll understand."

"Thanks again, Iona," I sighed as I let her slide down my body.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked.

"Of course," I grinned. "Are you going to give me your scrumptious behind?" Iona's smile grew even brighter.

"You will have to wait and see," she teased me before racing off to her room. I made my way up to my room for a short workout and a few minutes meditating. I was peripherally aware of Paige coming into my room and rummaging around (i.e., she wanted me to know she was there without noticeably ruining my concentration).

The main distraction was Rio and Mercy getting dressed. They had both long since moved all their belongings into my place; that wasn't a problem because of the massive space I had. The problem was, it is insane to put two pseudo-lesbian young lovers who are new to their relationship into a space where they are constantly tantalized by each other's naked or scantily clad bodies.

Mercy couldn't resist reaching out shyly and touching Rio's lesser erogenous zones. Rio couldn't resist bending Mercy over the bed, licking her from behind, and/or spanking her – just a few taps but that hardly helped them get their clothes on. Today, Rio added the extra complication of inserting a vibrating butt plug into Mercy's butt and taping a vibrating egg against her clit.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 29



She was finishing up the work when I felt a glimmer of evil intellect enter my mind.

"Hey, Rio, why don't you do the same thing?" I suggested.

"Are you going to ring my bell?" she teased me.

"No. I actually thought you would share with Mercy," I clarified.

"Share what?" Valarie questioned as she entered the room.

"They are each going to have a vaginal and anal stimulation device, theoretically with the other having the controlling mechanism," Paige stated. She held up two pairs of bra & panties for me to examine – gossamer peach bow-knot or strawberry crotchless/cupless.

"I don't know, Babe," I mused. "I'd have to see you naked to make a determination."

"You've seen me naked, my Boy-toy," Paige gave a wicked turn of the lip.

"I – I have no recollection of it," I confessed. "Maybe it was that blow Rio gave me upside my head. I guess I need to see your nude, nubile form once more."

"Oh, my poor baby," Paige pouted. "Someone as helpless as you cannot afford to lose any of your already inadequate brain power. I really should help you out." She was knee crawling up the bed, unbuttoning her shirt. When she was only a few feet in front of me, she sat down and worked her skirt off as well. She wasn't naked; she still had her knee-high socks on.

"You really ought to cover those little boobies up," Rio taunted Paige. "Someone is going to think Zane has a middle-schooler up here." Paige's head turned and I could feel her anger, but before she could spew forth her vitriol, I latched on hungrily to her closest teat and sucked it in on one gulp. Paige gasped and thrust her body against me. Soon her hands were running through my hair as I soaked up her tender flesh and swelling nipple.

I also stroked my hands down her body. My left hand drifted from right below her suckled breast, along her smooth, flat stomach, before dropping south until I cupped her sex. My right hand went down the ribs and around to her ass. I weighed and fondled her small yet firm buttocks, then reached between her cheeks and rubbed over her sphincter without pressuring it.

"Paige," I said quietly as I released her nipple, "today go with the peach."

"Umm...maybe I will," Paige teased me with a nibble to my neck, "after all, there are a very few things you are good at, and female sexiness is one of them."

"Paige?" I continued. She was a little more suspicious now. Our relationship had always been rocky.

"I appreciate you giving me some space the last few days," I thanked her. "It has really helped me get my head on straight." Paige's eyes lit up once more. She had sacrificed (in her mind), and I had noticed and was grateful.

"I'm surprised you noticed," she started to say, then abruptly softened. "You mean a lot to me, you really do."

I put my hands on each side of her jaw and pulled her into close face-to-face contact.

"Paige, bouncy, bouncy," I whispered into her ear. Paige gasped slightly and twisted her head to make eye contact, looking somewhat expectant.

"Meet me for lunch and I'm going break that ass open," I taunted her quietly.

Rocky the squirrel must have snuck up on me and then clubbed me with Bullwinkle the Moose because her response was,

"Okay," while she looked at me with a mixture of fear and lust.

"Are you sure?" I was curious.

"If that is what you really want," Paige responded.

"Oh, I don't want to do it until you feel ready, Paige. We'll wait," I confessed. "I will have to think of something else to do with you at lunch today." All Paige did was grin in a very mysterious way. She held that look until Valarie put a hand on each butt cheek and pulled them apart. This time, someone had snuck up on Paige.

"Hey!" Paige gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Encouraging you to get dressed," Valarie chuckled. "Otherwise, Zane and I are going to slip one finger into your pretty little cunt and rub them in and out like a buzz-saw. Then we will smear your juices over your face and force you to go to breakfast smelling like sex."

My girls really need to work on their 'discouraging' speeches.

"I should get dressed," Paige hiccupped with reluctance. "Peaches – got it." Paige scurried away and began dressing while eyeing Valarie and me.

"Oh, yeah," I joked with Valarie, "that terrified her."

"Ask her about the party; then it will make sense," Valarie snickered. 

In the annals of female migration through my bedroom, Vivian wasn't really sneaking up on anyone, but her presence didn't send up shockwaves of alarm either.

"Zane, we need to be heading out soon," she greeted me. She greeted Valarie by putting a hand on her shoulder and rubbing it.

Quickly enough, Paige got dressed, Rio and Mercy got their acts together, and we gathered up Iona, Barbie Lynn, Brandi and Opal before heading down to join the rest of feminine humanity that constituted my dorm. My old (way back in Chapter 3) buddy Easter Valentine had me rate the top ten Christian Rock bands which was made much more difficult by my utter disbelief that there was actually something called Christian Rock – color me biased.

Breakfast passed uneventfully, as did Assembly, before things began happening. First off, I touched base with Erin now that she was most likely awake.

"Hey Erin, this is Zane," I started off, "and I am so sorry that I blanked on my promise to call you. Can I make it up to you and Gerry?"

"Oh,um,okay, I guess," she drew me out. "What do you have in mind?" That was a good question; what was I going to do to make it up to them?

"Have you ever heard of the SYFY network?" I asked.

"Sure – Eureka, Warehouse 13, Being Human, and Lost Girl," she answered.

"Saturday night they are showing Ice Spiders versus Snow Beast – I know, great title; right? And I'd like it if you two would come over to my house, get some pizza, and watch it with me," I offered.

"Let me think about it...yeah, we'd be glad to come by and eat something," I could feel her grin coming through the airwaves.

"Okay, one more question; how do you feel about three-ways?"

"I've never been part of one but I'm willing to give it a try," Erin sighed happily, "if I must."

"It's a date, then," I agreed, and after trading 'goodbye's', I hung up and caught my crew gathering outside. As I made my approach I saw Heaven give me a look and a smile then turn on Rio.

"Handmaiden's Duty, Rio," Heaven beamed maliciously.

"What do you want, you old cow?" Rio sneered right back.

"Give me your controllers." Heaven grinned as she held out her hand to Rio. Mercy gulped (the two boxes controlled her vibrators) and Rio looked stunned.  "Hand them over." Technical Mercy would have been immune – except it was Rio with her controllers.

"How?" Rio mumbled. She looked around for support but found some sympathetic eyes, not comrades in arms. She angrily slapped Heaven's palm as she handed them over.

Heaven handed those two small white devices to Hope, then reached out toward Rio once more.

"Give me the ones Mercy is holding for you, too," Heaven snickered. Rio snarled before motioning for Mercy to hand them over to her. In short order, she handed those over to Heaven as well.

"I'll be expecting those back at ten o'clock (one hour from now)," Rio growled.

"Of course," Heaven chuckled. "I'll see you then, Sweet-cheeks."

"God damn it," Rio leaned into me and whispered, "who – aaahhh...mmm...betrayed me?" Apparently, someone was playing with her controllers. By the way Mercy developed a little tremble and a blissful smile, someone was having a go at her too.

"I swear to God, it wasn't me," I shrugged.

"Well, it wasn't Iona – she'd never do that to Mercy," Rio mused, then, "Paige! That little cunt did this to me."

"I don't know if she did it or not," I pleaded, "but please don't kill her." Rio was several seconds in responding as she wobbled slightly and skipped a step.

"Two fucking vibrators," Rio glared at me. "What were you thinking?"

"Liking it?" I teased.

"Love it," Rio gasped. "Mercy?" 

"Mmmphf," Mercy gasped. Added to the smile on her lips, I had to see that as an affirmative.

Ms. Goodswell's class was good but what came afterwards was far more amusing.

"What do you mean, you traded them to some random upperclassmen?" Rio snarled.

"Oh, I had to explain what they did. When I told them they were inside you, they jumped at the chance," Hope nodded serenely to the furious Rio.

"How am I...oh...oh...oh, yeah...supposed to get them back?" Rio fumed.

"Maybe they will run out of power soon," Mercy put a positive spin on things.

"I put long-life batteries in those bitches this morning," Rio grumbled. "They can go for 24 hours of continuous use."

"I insisted that they be returned to Zane at nine this evening," Christina said in a detached manner.

"I swear, I'm going to tie down all you bitches one weekend and then we will see who's so superior," Rio seethed; "Dildos and lube all around. Aaaarrghhhh," Rio growled. She staggered over to the closest wall and put her hand against it to stop from falling over. "Some whore just discovered the '10' setting," she gasped.

"I was going to say something cruel," Hope stated, "but now it would be redundant."

"Rio and Mercy, stay hydrated," Chastity suggested. "I'll pick you up between classes to...decrease your difficulties."

"Thanks, Chastity," I patted her arm.

"Heaven and I will watch after Mercy," Christina chimed in; being surprisingly helpful to someone she had shown no interest in before now. Christina was all about responsibility and since this was Heaven's stunt (or so it seemed), she was doing 'the right thing'.

"Classes everyone," Vivian insisted. Thankfully I had one capable adult in my life. I hoped that me turning her into a vibrant bi-sexual didn't change that.

Today I received an hour's warning of my lunch appointment with Dr. Victoria Scarlett, our beloved Vice-Chancellor. I let Paige know that I had to postpone our get-together.

"It is good to see you..." she was going to say 'Mr. Braxton' but she was sensitive to my preferences, "...Zane. How are things going on this first full day of our experiment?"

"Well, Dr. Scarlett, let me say that you are even more deftly beautiful than you are deceptively manipulative," I countered. "As to your question, my efforts to corrupt your intentions precede a pace." She smiled, shook her head, and walked around the table, stopping when she was in front of my chair-bound form.

"Come now; the tribal elections have begun. Seven leaders have been named and the rest of the tribes should do the same tonight," she informed me. "What were you able to accomplish yesterday?" Oh, so that was today's tune. I stood up and cupped her facial cheeks.

"What do you think you are doing?" Victoria Scarlett mumbled.

I pressed in and kissed her, leading by example as opposed to words. Her hands pressed against me. She wasn't shoving so I didn't stop. Victoria didn't even make a token effort to keep her mouth shut, though her tongue refused to play an overly active part in my French kiss. My hands didn't wander and my body didn't thrust against her.



"I think I'm working out our relationship – your Kahina to my Pelagius," I responded, our faces only inches apart. Victoria rested her hands on my hips so I placed mine on her shoulders.

"Kahina...have you been reading my works?" she smiled far too seductively. You would figure that a dedicated, righteous Christian theoretician would have body proximity issues.  Not Victoria, damn it.

"The only things hotter than smart, sexy chicks are smart, sexy, and sensually lethal chicks," I allowed.

"This could be construed as sexual harassment or inappropriate sexual behavior," Dr. Scarlett grinned, all bold and gracious.

"A 'no' on your part would suffice," I assured her.

"Not you, Zane; me," she corrected me. "You are my student, after all, and my hands are on your hips." I arched an eyebrow; she kept smiling so I went back in for a kiss. Three minutes later I had worked over her lips, eyelids, cheeks, jawline, and the left side of her neck...and it was getting me nowhere except closer to a sexual-deprivation induced coma.

"Damn, you are good," I panted.

"I think this is something we need to work through first before we can constructively move on," she related patiently. She was trying to break me with her highly developed self-control. I had to figure out what the hell I was doing wrong. Overt sexual contact – breasts, buttocks, pubic area – was off-limits...or was it? Lingerie; why did Scarlett wear racy lingerie?

I slipped my arms around Victoria's waist and pulled her off the desk and into me. I caught a slight, over-confident smirk on her lips. We started kissing again, Scarlett somewhat passively, as always, and me out to disguise my intentions. She didn't protest when my fingers wandered below the beltline or when I traced out the very risqué lines of her panties.

Fighting the urge to yank them up and make her squirm, I languidly let my fingers dig into her skirt and hook the bottom elastic of her panties, then slowly wiggled the fabric gently. She gave me a few uninterrupted seconds before I sensed her inner struggle begin; did she stop me and give me this round in the struggle – a psychological edge over her – or did she see if she could tough it out. She went with the spiritual resistance.

Once I had my fingers inside, I could move freely forward and back. I avoided the pussy and the bottom of her ass. I was able to make the bottom of her panties a very tight fit, allowing the thrumming of my tugs to vibrate along her most sensitive spots. Victoria's nostrils flared, her breath caught, and after a daring but futile attempt to distract me with her tongue, she broke our lip embrace and put her head on my shoulder.

I immediately stopped what I was doing and waited for her to speak.

"Oh, this is not good," she muttered to herself. Then after a pause, "Thank you for stopping. How did you know what to do?"

"Where to begin," I answered. "You are beautiful, passionate, and a woman who appreciates fine fabrics on your skin. I stopped because I'll fight you with every tool I can, but I won't violate you," I added. Victoria looked up into my eyes.

"You see me as Kahina?" she changed the subject.

"You have this tragic, fervent yet noble character that charges with a burning blade into the face of adversity," I waxed romantic. "The last Christian Queen of the Berbers who, when faced with the inevitability of her defeat, sent her sons to the enemy for their protection while she sought death in battle against the Islamic invaders."

"I'm not very martial," she countered.

"Ah, but in the Greco-Roman culture our faith grew up in, you would be considered a Patrician's daughter, versed in Socrates and Virgil as well as St. Augustine," I made my argument. "Besides, martial valor is in the job of the tribesmen; it is the job of the Queen to provide leadership – hopefully in the right direction. You are a smart damn cookie so the comparison is apt."

"Thank you." She then pursued her agenda. "What have you been up to?"

"I'm creating a democratic system with your tribal leaders as the parliament, a selected group of girls to become judges, and another group to become enforcers of the rule of law," I responded. "Technically, I remain the guy at the top of the pyramid, so that's a victory for you."

Her look told me I hadn't made an end-run around her Grand Plan, which was pretty unsettling. I was missing something.

"Why do you let me put my hands on you?" I questioned.

"I can't take pleasure in the mannerisms of a proficient young man?" she countered.

"Care to prove that?" I challenged. I had her in a minor trap of her own connivance.

"Very well," she bowed with a smile on her lips.

"Turn around and lean over your desk, if you dare?" I directed. She accepted my orders and did as requested. I knelt down behind her and placed my hands on her ankles before rubbing upward in slow but strong finger-furrows.

I teased my way up to her stocking line, grinding the silk hose into her skin, making her flesh shiver from the stimulation. I had her trembling by the time I migrated upwards to the elastic at the top of the stocking, past the garter, and onto her pliant warm thigh. As I brushed against the tuck of her butt-cheek and thigh, Victoria moaned.

"Stop," she whispered.

"Do you really want me to stop," I inquired, "or do you want me to stop before you reveal something?" I ceased my activities, waiting on her reply.

"You know the answer," she panted briefly. I moved off and up, placing my hands on her shoulders and pulling her back up to my chest.

"Can you promise me to consider the possibility that a woman wants something outside the realm of motherhood and spiritual purity?" I suggested. Dr. Scarlett turned around while remaining in my grasp.

"The body may feel a certain way but you must resist those impulses from the Devil," she told me. "Fortunately, you are the only one on campus that can elicit such response."

"Huh? Seriously, I can only imagine the kind of sexual trouble the women on campus can get into – unless you don't believe in Sapphic impulses either," I grinned.

"Homosexuality is a myth," Victoria stated firmly. "There are misdirected desires and abnormal passions, but men don't lie with men and women don't lie with women, except as a perversion of the normal, natural order of things."

Oh, here we go again, I groaned.

"I hate that you would think that way. It stands in opposition to God's Love in my eyes and portrays you as a weak creature given over to the Devil's lure of fearing, hating, and even denying what is mostly a good thing – namely, compassion for one another," I sighed.

"How can you have compassion for instincts you can hardly understand?" she posed.

"I've been with men before," I informed her; "on more than one occasion."

"What?" Victoria was stunned. She struggled to get away from my arms and I let her. "You have such a strong ardor for so many female students. How can you be tricked into perverse practices?"

On the bright side, I'd finally gotten under her cool exterior; on the downside, I had shaken her faith in me.

"Can I incite a rational moment, please?" I said calmly. She was halfway around the desk when she stopped and nodded.

"Okay," the Vice-Chancellor responded with a careful edge.

"How am I any different than the man you thought me to be two minutes ago?" I led off. "I certainly liked your body and you appeared to appreciate the touches I gave you. How does anything I did with anyone else before touching you matter? You are very attractive to me. Am I now repulsive to you?"

"Those are multiple questions," Victoria seemed suddenly weary. "You are the same person you were a minute ago, but I had forgotten that you are a boy, not a man, and boys have infatuations with unusual, rebellious ideas. With your Father dead, it seems you were rudderless. You are definitely not repulsive to me. I admire you, but you also reveal yourself to be immature. Would you please leave? I need to reconsider some things."

"No," I replied.

"No? No, you won't leave, or no, I've committed some grievous error?" she inquired.

"You believe I'm a boy, you don't believe in homosexuality," I answered, though I fondly day-dreamed of Victoria and Barbie Lynn – or Hudson Lane, the school lawyer – in a lesbian tryst, "but I don't want your newfound doubts in me making you change – specifically how you treat yourself."

"You want me to keep wearing lingerie," she sliced to the heart of the matter.

"It is a simple pleasure you allow yourself, the only one I can detect. I will certainly be a source of displeasure for you in the future; don't let me do you harm over my careless confession," I pleaded.

"My indulgence is a form of weakness," she argued.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 29



"Wrong," I fought back. "It is a 'fuck you' to temptation. It makes you stronger. Dr. Scarlett, I have never had a woman hold out as long as you did this afternoon. If you change the way you dress, then I win and you lose because I've proven you don't have faith in your own convictions."

Victoria was contemplative for a moment, frowning, then slowly letting a smile win out.

"Come here," she beckoned. I came up and she kissed me – not a fevered rush but a smooth, subtle thing, driven by curiosity more than passion. "You are going to require more work than I imagined," she eventually commented.

"Have you forgiven me?" I asked. "Have I returned to being a good boy?"

"Yes and yes."

"Does this mean I can cop a feel? Ya know, a freebie?" I hoped. She kept looking up at me as she studied my features.

"You are going to be a whole lot of work, Zane," she answered, "and no, no free fondling of my private parts." I growled up at the ceiling.

"Damn it, woman," I snarled. "Stop trying to break me to your will."

"Mr. Braxton," she patted me on the cheek, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

Yeah, right.



WE'VE COME SO FAR



The Festivities Committee broke up once more. I was helping Mrs. Jaspers to her car since she'd taken a tumble in her home and her ankle was a bit sore. I had to return to the conference room to find my usual crowd of women overstaying the meeting – Mrs. Sahara Penny, Kendra Bainbridge, and Rochelle Wellington.

"Hello, Kendra. Those frills around your collar are very enticing to the eye," I jibed. "Did you come tonight with some ulterior motive?"

"No!" she snapped. "I am not that kind of woman."

"Technically, if you've had children, you are that kind of woman," Sahara chimed in.

"I am not a fornicator," Kendra defended herself.

"No one said you were," Rochelle smiled at her rival's discomfort. "All Zane did was give you a compliment and a gentle teasing."

"After his 'date' with the Reverend's wife, I am not sure any of us can be considered safe from Mr. Braxton's intentions," Kendra spat. Sahara's laugh was musical.

"Yes, Kendra, I was positively scandalized that Zane would approach me with such blasphemous intentions as the Gospel of Judas, Pistis Sophia, and the origins of God's true word," Sahara grinned too sweetly.

"I am sure that is what was on his mind," Kendra insinuated. She was probably coming to regret being tricked into talking to the Preacher's wife.

"What would that be?" Rochelle prodded. 

Kendra's mouth gaped. "Well, we all know what Mr. Braxton is up to at school," she rebounded snootily.

"Oh, so you have seen his website," Sahara pointed out. Kendra turned a deep shade of red.

"Well – I – with everything going on," she sputtered, "we need to know how to keep our daughters safe."

"Oh, Kendra, I agree," Rochelle smiled my way. "I think we can all agree that young Ms. Masters (Barbie Lynn) was lucky to escape Zane's clutches."

"Yes," Sahara added sternly, "apparently she's been lucky on a nightly basis." Hey, now! Why is everybody picking on me? Half the time she's on top.

"You make it sound like she enjoys...that – what he does to her," Kendra fought back.

"Yes," sighed Sahara, "I can understand how horrible it must be to be crying out God's name while having sex."

"Several times a night," Rochelle added. "I have such sympathy for the poor girl."

"You do know that it is plausible Ms. Masters seeks me out for our mutual enjoyment," I groused. "After all, it's my bedroom and my shower we are seen in."

"The Devil is known to be a great seducer," Kendra countered. "You've lured her into debauched behavior."

"Oh, well...Kendra, you are on to me. I guess my deep-seated lust for you will remain unquenched," I groaned.

"That's not fair," Rochelle chided me. "You are neither a tool of the Devil nor prone to give up on anything you desire, so apologize to Kendra for the sarcasm."

"I apologize for making light of your concerns, Mrs. Bainbridge," I nodded toward Kendra.

"Very well," Kendra snorted. "Perhaps counseling with Pastor William would do you some good." Oh, like that was going to happen; I was right in ol' Bill's preferred age range and gender. Added to that, I had sort of threatened to have him murdered for threatening Sahara Monday night.

"I would prefer to be guided by someone I didn't have a desire to toss out of a fast moving aircraft," I allowed myself to say. Kendra gasped, Sahara became very still, and Rochelle choked.

"Wha- – what makes you say that?" Sahara asked cautiously.

"He insulted my Uncle Tim within the hearing of Aunt Jill," I answered. "I really couldn't stand Uncle Tim but would rather put my hand in a garbage disposal than let someone cause her pain. He apologized at that time but I have not forgotten."

"Have you ever worried about being a bit too bloody?" Rochelle cautioned me.

"I ask a lot out of life; I risk more than most and I accept that the price I pay may be higher," I replied. "I believe in the Rule of Law and I believe in punishing the wicked who attempt to abuse the rules for their own agenda. If the price is blood, then blood it shall be; if I can get a heartfelt repentance instead, so much the better."

"Aren't you simply forcing your world view on everyone else?" Rochelle questioned me.

"Absolutely," I admitted. "My world view is relatively easy to understand; keep to your word, accept that others will be different, and live and let live. I would prefer that my friends and I be left alone. If I have to use physical force to protect my views, I can live with that."

"What of the Christian virtues of forgiveness and 'do no harm'?" Sahara countered.

"I make a lousy Christian at times," I looked embarrassed.

"You seem to have very little time for Christ in your life," Kendra responded snidely.

"Really?" I muse. "I go to church six days a week, I get quizzed on some sort of Bible lore at least twice a day, and I come to this meeting once a week. I know sin is not a balancing act but I think I do some good."

"Maybe if you gave less energy to carnal pursuits and more to Christian righteousness, you wouldn't have so many sins to balance," Kendra pronounced.

"And here we are, three women of relatively good looks, discussing righteousness and virtue, Kendra," Sahara smiled. Kendra gawked at her. "Yes, I imagine I looked something like you look now when I saw Zane's devious trap Monday night."

"What do you mean? We are talking about Zane's sexual lifestyle," Kendra rebutted.

"No. You are talking about Zane's sex life; the rest of us are talking about sin, forgiveness, and virtue," Rochelle smiled in a superior manner.

"But – but you...both –" Kendra stammered.

"I asked Zane about his world view," Rochelle corrected.

"And I asked him about Christian forgiveness and 'do no harm', as I recall," Sahara smiled sedately. Kendra gaped like a fish out of water.

"Yes, but now that I know about Mrs. Bainbridge's obsession with my bedroom antics, I'll make sure to show her more attention," I nodded. "I mean, there is an attraction that mature women possess that girls cannot equal.

There was a long silence that followed that statement.

"Zane, you wouldn't dare do...all...all of those lewd acts to one of us, would you?" Kendra stuttered.

"I can't imagine what would make me refuse consensual sex with anyone in this room," I grinned at her.

"But we are married women," Rochelle teased me.

"Thus consensual – I don't want to break up a happily married couple but I don't like seeing a woman trapped in a relationship solely because she thinks there are no other options," I explained. "Women deserve to be free...and quite frankly, unhappily married women have built up an exciting reservoir of carnal energy."

"Zane, I find it difficult to believe that a young man as kind to this committee as you have been would make us disrobe one article of clothing, run your rough hands over every inch of our bodies, and then force us to perform all kinds of vile sexual acts on and for you," Rochelle kept taunting me. My guess was that she was really pissed on learning her husband was having an affair with one of his employees in the Mayor's office.

"You wouldn't do that to Kendra, would you, Zane?" Sahara quizzed me.

"What do you mean?" I seemed confused. "She's one of the hottest MILF's in the parish; all the guys in Bible Study say so."

"Wha – what?" Kendra gulped.

"MILF – Mothers I'd Like to F...ornicate with," I told her.

"I know that!" Kendra snapped, clearly disoriented and unsure of herself.

"Certainly you've noticed the men's eyes follow you around the church every Sunday after service?" I questioned Kendra.

"No," she gasped.

"Mrs. Bainbridge, I know you don't think much of me or my opinions, but I think you can believe that I have an appreciation of women's physiques. I'm pretty good at determining a woman's attractiveness," I said. I find most women to be enticing, but telling Kendra that wouldn't help my case. "You possess female features men want in a lover. It is not your fault; God made you that way."

"Don't you bend Kendra over this desk and have your way with her after Mrs. Penny and I leave," Rochelle threatened me playfully as she stood to go. Sahara made for the door as well.

"Can I walk you to your car?" I asked Kendra.

"No! No, I'll be okay," Kendra scurried from the room first.

I stepped out into the hall with Sahara and Rochelle.

"That was cruel," Rochelle stated.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"I was talking to Mrs. Penny," Rochelle corrected.

"Yes, yes it was," Sahara smiled at us. What the hell had I created with those two? I had made allies. I'd also talked myself out of sex with Rochelle for the night, but I thought she would survive a few days without my amorous attentions.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 30



*Friends stand by you through the struggles your enemies create*

(College, Humor, Lesbian, Strap-on, BDSM, Teasing, Interracial, Cunnilingus, Hot Tub, FFF)

(Group Sex)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)



"Hey, Jill, I'm home," I called out as I entered the 'family' home.

"I'll warm up some dinner for you," Jill called out from the kitchen.

"Thanks," I replied. I heard the TV coming from the den and headed that way. Belle was lounging on the sofa, arms over the back and feet kicked up on the coffee table.

"Hey, Kid," she greeted me without turning around.

"Hey, Belle. Please take your feet off the coffee table," I asked.

"If Jill wants me to move them she will ask me," Belle chuckled. "This is not your damn home, monkey-boy."

"Jill wouldn't ask...mainly because she's afraid of you," I joked, "so I'm asking."

"No," she stated.

"Fine, but you have only yourself to blame when you wake up in a black kitten suit in the center of the University of Virginia campus," I mocked her. Belle looked over her shoulder at me.

"Bring it, Bitch," she counter-mocked. I jumped over the sofa and sat beside her. Belle's gaze was a challenge, which I took up. I reached out and playfully pulled her shirt up so that I could start placing kisses on her stomach. "Okay, I'm not going to pummel you in the next twenty seconds, so keep me happy and I'll let you live," she purred.

I unbuckled and unbuttoned her pants before working them down. Belle's eyes clearly showed her curiosity as to how far I was going with this. I moved halfway off the sofa, began working her boots off, then wrested her pants and panties the rest of the way off as well. Once I had lifted her right leg up pointing to the ceiling, I moved between her thighs and gave her a devilish grin.

Belle scooted her butt to the edge of the sofa before guiding my lips the last little bit to her pussy. It was already glistening with her arousal as I made my first contact.

"Zane, your food is ready," Jill called ¬¬out. Yes – yes, it was.

"He'll be there in a minute," Belle called out. As for me, I put my hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her to me.

"Someone's been eating their Wheaties," Belle murmured. I pulled her clit tightly between my lips with a powerful suction. When I started thrumming it with my tongue rapid-fire, Belle began to gyrate her hips and started panting.

"Are you done with the dishes?" Belle called out to Jill.

"Almost, Dear," Jill answered.

"Hurry," Belle pleaded to me. She was working her nipples through her sports bra. I began wedging two fingers into her snatch, wiggling and twisting them around to up my game. Right as we heard Jill coming down the hallway, Belle grabbed a throw pillow off the sofa and bit down on it to muffle her scream.

In rapid order I pulled up her panties and jeans so that Belle could secure them before Jill came within view.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Belle announced as she hopped up and hurried to the downstairs lavatory in her socking feet. Jill snuck over, retrieved the remote control off the coffee table, and then headed to her chair.

"Zane, you may want to wash up before you eat," Jill said, somewhat embarrassed by the request. That was mostly likely brought on by either the glistening residue on my lower face, the damp spot on the sofa, and/or the smell of Belle's sexuality in the air. I'm an idiot but not a total moron; I headed off the bathroom as well.

"I think Jill knows," I sighed to Belle as we maneuvered around the sink.

"Ya think?" Belle laughed. "I tell you what; I'll tell Jill that I'll keep my boots off the furniture from now on. Let's see what she makes of that." 

I was afraid of what it looked like.

"She'll probably think that you've bribed me with sex," Belle gave me a hip nudge.

"That's wonderful," I groaned.

"It's the truth," Belle snickered. "She's a brutal bitch but she never lies to you."

"True enough," I conceded; the Truth was a brutal bitch indeed and didn't play favorites.

"Tell me something, Zane; why do you feel entitled to put your hands on me?" she asked.

"Entitled? I feel damn lucky for every opportunity I have with you. When I see you looking horny, I jump at the chance," I informed her. "It's not like I have to psyche myself into wanting to be with you, Belle." This is usually when I have to explain my love and attentiveness theory to women. Belle barely shrugged as she exited the room and joined Jill in the living room.

"Zane's convinced me to leave my boots at the door," Belle spoke up. She had resumed her seat on the sofa.

"Oh...I – well, thank you," Jill managed to get out.

"Jill, I'll also start asking you about some of the sh- – crap I do, in case any of it annoys you," Belle continued. "I know Zane dropped me in your lap; you've been cool about it."

"Thank you, Belle," Jill smiled. "It has actually been quite nice to have someone home when I get in. You don't really appreciate companionship until you find yourself home alone."

"No problem, Jill. These accommodations beat my last place and the company is ten times better," Belle mused.

"I'm glad you are here too," I added. "I also have some business to discuss really quickly. Belle, could you help us buy some motorcycles tomorrow afternoon? Second, I asked two girls to come over for a movie Saturday night, if that's okay?"

"Sure, I'll go shopping with your psycho pack. As for the girls, anyone we know?" Belle prodded.

"Erin and Gerry, the two girls who invited the gang out to a party last Saturday night," I related. "I said I would spend some time with them but I let that fall through. They decided to let me make it up to them."

"'Decided to let you make it up to them?' " Belle laughed. "You are one weird dude."

"What? I don't understand," Jill worried. "Did Zane do something wrong?"

"Nah. Most guys who blow off a girl either don't worry about it or don't call back," Belle kept chuckling. "Your nephew is more than a bit odd."

I threw up my hands in disgust before turning and getting my dinner. I joined the two ladies, ate my dinner, and kissed Aunt Jill goodnight and made for the door. I caught Belle giving me a curious look so I doubled back and gave her a kiss on the cheek too. She looked more amused than anything else – seeing me in a domestic light must have seemed hilarious to her. 

I would have been worried about her having a negative reaction except I knew Belle didn't operate under life's normal restrictions. She could be chief bad-ass bitch of a 1% club and devotedly religious Aunt Jill's guardian at the same time. It was her ability to not give a damn about anyone else's opinions of her yet still hold a great deal of empathy for those she chose to care about that I valued so much.



JUGGLING DYNAMITE



"Zane," Cassandra, a junior, caught me heading from the parking lot to my dorm. "Handmaiden's Duty." Technically, it wasn't nine o'clock yet so I was vulnerable.

"Hey, Cassandra, what would you like me to do?" I inquired politely.

"Lick me to unconsciousness," she smiled. Wait! Wasn't she a Rhaine supporter?

"What!" I gasped. That was a little extreme for even my unconventional life path.

"I am just kidding," she giggled. "I want you to be my towel boy this evening."

"Let's go up to your room," she took my hand, "I want to pick out your swimsuit."

"Holy Hell," I muttered. I knew I should have stayed away from that Brazilian website. You were safe inside your dorm room from this tradition – unless your duty takes you into one.

Paige materialized at my side as I cleared the stairwell. How my albino lover felt about the African-American woman leading me, she didn't show. Cassandra was a deep, rich brown color with straight hair that went well past her shoulders, both an interesting contrast to Paige's startling white. Cassandra was also a 40 D bra size and was the proud owner of an ass that was right on the safe side of being too much. 

It wasn't worth mentioning that her father was also a partner in one of Florida's largest and most prestigious law firms. That she fully expected a video of her in a hot tub with me in, or close by, was a given. I had no clue as to why she wanted to piss daddy off because all I really could think about was which bikini she would chose.

"There is someone waiting for you in the bedroom," Paige whispered in my ear. My sexual antics are usually broadcast, which made me wonder why Paige was being clandestine about it.  I knew why the moment I passed around the last screen and saw who was on my bed – Gabrielle Black. She looked at ease, though she studied my approach. I had to work out what she might want, which wasn't easy, but I do have a way with women it seems.

"What would your five best movies be?" I tossed out there as I collapsed on my back on the bed next to her. "Reign of Fire, Dragon Wars..."

"Dragonslayer," Gabrielle declared. "It was my first and probably my favorite," she reclined at my side close enough so that I could make out her face looking down at me as we spoke.

"Pete's Dragon?" I teased – reference my earlier idiocy for an explanation.

"No," she replied crisply. "Never say those words together ever again, and if the next words out of your mouth are The Never Ending Story, I'll skull fuck you with your own pancreas." I was left with no doubt as to her ability and willingness to do just such a thing. Being Gabrielle's only friend was proving to be a threat to my physical well-being.

"Dragonheart." I elected to live. Gabrielle nodded.

"Dragonslayer, Dragonheart, Reign of Fire, Dragon Wars, and Erogen," she listed off her favorites. "I've considered Q as well."

"Oh, the hell you say," I gasped. I rolled over to playfully smack her on her ass and pain ensued – my pain, as she grabbed and twisted my wrist effortlessly.

"No," I seethed through the agony, "Q gets an ass-swat. You'll have to break it because I'm not letting you get away with comparing that dog Q to Reign of Fire." Then I rolled my head and screamed into the comforter because I've had my nuts ground into a puree and that didn't hold a candle to this level of pain.

"You are not touching me like that," Gabrielle whispered to me. She may have been talking normally; I was still screaming into the sheets because she hadn't let up. When she did, I gasped, "No – not gonna –" and the pain returned. Things were fading to black and the only thing I could focus on was biting my own arm off to end my suffering.

"You really can take a beating, Zane," Gabrielle noted. "I've known people to pass out after ten seconds of this hold and you've broken thirty. I am mildly impressed." She let go and like a switch, the pain vanished, though the arm was numb. I pushed up with my good arm until I was kneeling before the still reclining Gabrielle.

"Don't," she warned, already discerning my intentions.

"It is not happening," I ground out. "Q does not stand in the hierarchy of dragon movies unless you want to drag Harry Potter in too." 

"You are not laying a hand on me," she warned.

"You are going to have to break my other arm to stop me," I shrugged. I moved my other hand forward slowly.  When I broke the plane of her body, she grabbed my other wrist.

"Your arm is not broken, only suffering from a paralysis that will fade within four or five minutes. Now stop it."

I tried to brute my way past her; she twisted the wrist and popped my shoulder joint. Oddly there wasn't too much pain, though my arm went limp. She leveraged me from a kneeling position to the vertical. I was starting to worry (yes, just starting) that I'd pissed her off when she mounted me, my useless arms pinned to my side, and she looked down at me.

"I find you amusing," she stated calmly. "I am not saying you are a joke; you are willing to express playfulness despite your own pain and other people's resistance." I wiggled beneath her. A less experienced person would have assumed I was trying to break free. Gabrielle worked it out in seconds. She unzipped her shirt half way down then leaned down so that her bulletproof sports bra was in my face.

"If I don't do this, I'll end up killing you," she explained. I didn't get her ass but I was getting her cleavage – what a wacky world I lived in.

"Mmmphf," I replied. I was busy kissing the top of each breast above the bra and licking the valley between as rapidly as I could. I wasn't sure how patient she would be.

"Time for you to get to the meeting outside," Gabrielle explained. She moved off me to one side and began massaging my arms. "I'll reconsider Q but don't hold your breath," she added as we got off the bed and headed out.

"I still owe you an ass-paddling," I groaned.

"Forty-seven minutes," Gabrielle pointed out. "That is the time it takes to dig and fill in a three foot deep grave for a man of your height and weight. You might want to keep that in mind."

"Why? I don't know any guys of my height and weight," I smiled at her. What she said next made less sense at the moment.

"Too bad you are an only child; you would have made one hell of a big brother," she nodded.

"Gabrielle, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" I asked instead.

"Had I brought about oxygen deprivation to your brain, I would have a better understanding of that request," she regarded me. "With me and my trouble, why would you put your family at risk?"

"Family is more than blood; it is those you chose to let inside – not in your minds but in your souls," I responded. "At some time you made the choice to live. I'm not trying to do you any favors out of pity; I'm responding to your desire to overcome all obstacles, and that drive is worth emulating by me and mine." She nodded once but became non-communicative once we entered the main room.

The rest of the group was gathering: our five educators, eighteen women I was familiar with in one way or another, plus a handful of ladies that normally spent some free time with me. I made a point of approaching the women I believed had been elected to lead their 'tribes'. A few, like Temperance, Hannah, and Chastity, were well known and liked me.

Rhaine and Joy had also come out on top of their respective tribes and, with nine other girls, made up the majority of the leadership. It was a bit disheartening to see the Traditionalist had come out on top but with the memories of the civil strife receding, it made sense that my side would suffer. The basics hadn't changed; this was still a Christian women's university.

"Zane," Dr. Kennedy began, "I think Ms. Lane and I will have a list by Monday morning. Do you want us to submit a list of nominees to you by lunchtime?"

"No, I rely on you two to make the right choices," I answered. "I trust you."

"Even if we pick more Traditionalists than Progressives?" Hudson Lane asked.

"The school is not mine but ours, despite what Dr. Scarlett thinks," I told her. "You two know more about what makes a better jurist than I do. I'll stand by that belief." I thought Hudson was just playing with me and by the sparkle in her eyes and the tongue she flicked across her lips, I was right.

"We should have the Nameless selected by Friday afternoon," Dana informed me. There was no question of me accepting those names. If you aren't going to listen to your experts, why get them?

"Good enough," I said. "Once they have accepted, have them contact me when they can and we'll work out a good time to meet with the other Janissaries."

"What are the Janissaries?" a newcomer inquired. I looked at her. "Sage Lincoln," she identified herself. 

"It is the code word used to describe those who work on your behalf as part of an executive body: The Advocates, who will administer disputes between the tribes, and the Nameless enforce your, the tribal leaders', and the Advocates' decisions," Christina announced.



"Why do we need any of this?" a second girl, KayLeigh Miller, asked.

"The stronger the tribal leaders and the Janissaries are, the less power I have," I explained. "Think about it: I'm not mediating disputes or forcing ladies to do things – you women are. All the Janissaries are chosen by the five female educators in this room. The Tribal leaders can impeach any of them at any time. It is all on you to rule yourselves."

"How can we be sure you stay out of things?" Rhaine wondered.

"I'm not staying out of things," I reasoned. "I'm the human shield. If the tribal council needs money, I ask for the money. If there is no amicable solution to our problems, the Advocates can bring me in. If there is a problem with the Administration, you ladies formulate our response and I present it. Face it: If it is a crappy job, you ladies give it to me."

"It is rumored that we, the tribal leaders, can vote you out of school," KayLeigh volunteered. 

"Can you get voted out of school?" I countered.

"No. My parents paid for me to be here," she replied.

"Then why would I be any different?" I grinned. "Honestly, what I suggested was that I could be voted out as Mediator, but I have since been given the impression that the Vice Chancellor would only allow a male student to hold the spot...so you are currently stuck with me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It is a nice place," KayLeigh admitted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 30



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

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

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

"Zane," Hudson Lane volunteered me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

"Zane?" Cassandra called out.

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

"What's that about?" Vivian mused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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 penis was hard would be like saying snow is cold or the English love their soccer; pretty much a given.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know, if I had been paranoid, I would have been right – people are plotting against me. Cassandra stood up and stepped onto the bench so that I was once more facing her puffy, somewhat abused pussy 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 butt out of the Jacuzzi and tenderly buffed her excellent body until she was dry. She gave me one last kiss, dressed, and virtually skipped out of my domain, happy, arrogant and plotting my demise.

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

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

"You and Gabrielle...?"

"You have no respect for my survival instincts, do you?" I chuckled.

"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 persisted. 

Another deep sigh on my part came out before I confessed, "Yes. Why do you ask?"

"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, left this dorm."

"You never said anything to Chancellor Bass?" Hudson worried.

"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 Cassandra had given me.

"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 threatened. I gulped.

"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 now," I backed up.

"That's a really nice ass," Dana sighed as I turned away.

"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 view.

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 tantric excitement.

In case you might be wondering where her Mistress was: Rio was straddling Mercy's back, butt 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 in a random fashion.

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 events.

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 three were enjoying.

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 – penis – 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 right – change sides.

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 looked scrumptious. 

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 desirous of her.

"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.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 30



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 in as hard as she could.

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 sheets.



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 light but comforting.

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 Iona's furry fetish."

"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 butt cheek.

"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 the bat.

"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 I have to."

"Thank you, Iona," Hope snorted in amusement, "I've got it from here."

"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 earlobe.

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 touch and so do I."

"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.

"Touché," 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 for dinner."

"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 eyes.

"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 Barbie Lynn ended.

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, just stop."

"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. "Santé 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 glared with venom.

"What do you add to our little expedition?" Valarie asked.

"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 annoyance toward Barbie.

"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.

"Of course," I said.

"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 defiantly on her hips.

"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 see," Hope mused.

"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.

"Ooohhh...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 back on track.

"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 a moment.

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 butt 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 undeserved spanking?"

Mercy buried her face in a pillow but I could swear she was smiling.

"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 vagina a penis 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 Barbie Lynn.

"No butt sex for Hope tonight," lamented Barbie Lynn. My precious blonde really loved anal sex. I put my hands on Hope's hips to support her.

"Now ride me, Hope," I smiled. "Give me everything you've got."

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 wetter, smacking sound.

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 tensed backwards.

"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 about, I don't know.

"Zane," Hope asked as she slumped gently onto my chest, "what is actual sex with you going to be like? Is it going to kill me?"

"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 life."

"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.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 31



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

(A special nod to BR for his help with all kinds of trivia and input in this chapter; a big thanks to Frontma for the editing )

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

(I make a pledge: If I can't slaughter every genre before the end of Book One, point it out and I give you homage when I catch that lucky bitch in Book Two)

[Only Yesterday]

"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 room safe?"

"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 Rio. 

"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 Dr. 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 related.

"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 mouth shut."

"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," Rio laughed.

"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 Gorman."

"That is because Coach Gorman makes decisions based upon morality and responsibility while I base my actions on expediency," Gabrielle said.

"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. What do you say?"

"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 Dr. 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 vagina and that made her Zane's bitch, Rio believed, even if he refused to believe it. Scratch that, even girls with dicks weren't immune.

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. "How can I help?"

"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, do you agree to this?"

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 room.



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 rebelliousness.

"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 hair.

"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 sense," Rio grinned.

"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 vagina 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 stone.

"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 vagina 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 rough, energetic ride.

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 down my chest.

"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 my chest.

"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 -- mmm," 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 right?" Rio began.

"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 you," Rio countered.

"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 out.

"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 moving a little fast?" 

"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 didn't freak out."

"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 this?" Rio realized.

"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 prayed.

"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, Knucklehead."

"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 understanding."

"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 peace with her parents."

"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 anyone."

"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 teased.

"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 possibility."

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 then nodded.

"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?"




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 31



"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 pussy 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 blackmail.

"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. Brandi squawked.

"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 penis 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 WMD's 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 some of the fun.

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 snap back to reality.

Firm asses, cutting the perfect contours above and around two succulent and moist sets of pussy 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 butt 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 penis 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 those!

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 minutes to spare.

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 had mercy.

"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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can live with that," Vivian smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I so apologize," I bowed my head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Dr. Melrose Bass pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bass was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 31



My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones – the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.

"Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Dr. Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence. 

"Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.



I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life – which is to say 'I'm going to die.'

"This is Zane. He is not being rude – he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.

"Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.

"Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."

I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Dr. Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received – the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious – and was placing it on a shelf near the door.

Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.

By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.

"Za- – Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.

"Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Dr. Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.

"You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Dr. Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device – whatever the Muggle-tech that is.

Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible – for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.

Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.

She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.

"Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those – contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.

The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.

"Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.

"He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.

"It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.

"Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.

"Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.

I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo (no, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over – wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans) was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.

"You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me.  By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison. 

All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.

"Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it. 

It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.

"It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.

"Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs." 

She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment – or 147 moments – of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.

You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt. 

It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.

"Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if – you – would – listen – for – a – moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."

"Zane, are you in much pain?" Dr. Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.

"Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.

"I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.

"That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.

"Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."

"I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt – yes, I felt much safer.

My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.

"Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."

Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine – and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds – sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.

Dr. Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.

Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.

"Vice Chancellor, Dr. Victoria Scarlett – umm – what's going on?" I said careful. 

I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.

"Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?

"So – aaahhh – that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.

"No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.

"How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."

"That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.

"You have something like that?" I boggled.

"Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines – she's shorter – but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.

"Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.

"On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."

Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.

"Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls – just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.

The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.

"Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, ummm, get some, ummm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.

"It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, " but I will have to pee at some time."

"Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."

She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.

I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises – more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.

Scratch, scratch – "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).

"Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."

A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.

"Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."

"You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"

"Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.

"Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.

"Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit – umm – heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."

"Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.

"Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.

"Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."

"Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.



"My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.

Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 31



"Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).

"Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."

"Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."

"That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?' 

Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise – the sleazy one knows of me.

"Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.

"It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.

She's pulling out bondage gear – oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.

No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus – its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.

The three – the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices – were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.

This was because Vic got down to her – Oh, fuck – this white thong – and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch – and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.

Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.

"So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.

"What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.

"I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.

"I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are – ah –"

"I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.

"I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."

"Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.

"Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.

"This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice. 

Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.

"I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this...troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf." 

"Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."

"You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since – well – I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game. 

She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright – two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.

I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.

"Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her – why? 

Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit – and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.

I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing. 

Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions. 

"That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.

"At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a...phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive – power was failing – we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."

"Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."

"Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFy movie plot, thank you)."

Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.

"I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."

"Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area –" Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.

"You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.

"I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.

"You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then –"

"I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."

"You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.

"Before you two go to war – again – why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."

"You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.

"Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.

"Unfounded rumors started by my –" Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either – now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.

"This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.

"I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.

The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as serious as any hardcore amateur could be. It was clear to me why Victoria chose to cut loose with these women – they could keep up and they could keep her secret

. 

With some clever knife-work (she and Valarie should compare notes; how I start that conversation,I haven't yet figured out.) and the trash bags, Kar'Thon liberated me from the varmints and the fuzzy nightmares from me. Oh, they screamed and hollered and kept at it even after the trash bags were tied shut. 

The only thing I felt bad about was the sinking suspicion that tens of thousands of lives could have been saved around the globe if the Time Lord Mafia had devoted the energy that had gone into creating these Tribbles into some frivolous pursuit like ending world hunger or reducing our dependence on foreign fuel.

My skin survived the 'party' with less abuse than I had feared. The 'team' decided that my sweat created a non-magnetic substance that weakened the bond that held them to me. The Federation and Klingons both claimed they would not kidnap me into some secret facility – and they all lied; my rectum was getting probed unless I saved myself!

My clothes – yes, the clothes Iona picked out for me – were made of sterner stuff and Kar'Thon delicately removed those Tribbles located there. Truthfully, she treated my clothes as gently as any five year old treats wrapping paper on a present on Christmas morn. Thankfully, I wasn't naked when the time came – I had on her 'Vulcan' skirt.

At 11:42, Hical Cretak had finally managed to wrangle enough help from both the Federation and Klingons and was about to pierce the atmosphere. If Hical betrayed the Klingons, Vor' Dura and Kar'Thon agreed that I had to die – yea, me! Apparently, my sweat was too valuable, though Dura convinced Thon to lick my chest to make sure, at which point both the Romulans and the Federation (in the name of science) insisted they observe a taste test as well.

Without a doubt, my life is a living hell as long as we don't talk about me fondling Thon's breasts while making those second and third journeys from well beneath my navel (she had to push my penis aside to get lower) all the way up to my lower lip. Seriously, working with Klingon scientists totally explains their Superpower Galactic status. Just looking at two of them makes me want to surrender so I can be processed and interrogated by one.

After some serious talking, once again in languages I couldn't understand (though I think I know the word cadet now in Klingon, Vulcan, and Romulan), the rest of her friends thanked me and wished me well before signing off. Victoria remained completely silent as she raced to clean up and change back to her 'secret identity' – that of Vice Chancellor Dr. Victoria Scarlett, mild-mannered crusader for Christian Women's Rights.

Right as the phone rang there was a violent pounding on the door. You don't have to be Wormtail to know that it was Sirius Black at the door and the gig is up. Victoria ran to the door and unlocked it while calling out, "Coming – coming – coming," until the door opened. Gabrielle's scowl caused the flowers to weep and the sun to dim.

Thankfully, she brought some witnesses so carnage was unlikely. Cordelia, Iona, and Pandora Jaspers had come as well, with fresh clothes, a bucket, some washcloths, two spray bottles, and a towel. Black's advance caused Victoria to back-pedal until her ass was against her desk. The TMI came in and shut the door behind them.

"That won't be necessary," Gabrielle stated with chilling menace. "I think an adult male can wash and dress himself; so should Zane. Everyone else – put down your stuff and exit the room." She held up a hand to stop Victoria as the others responded without protest and left.

"Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed softly, "put on your shoes first."

Oh, yeah, that was embarrassing. Gabrielle studied me as Victoria got her act together, then left me to my own devices. Since the substance they had coated me with (it had been in the showerhead that Iona had put me under) really worked and there were still 200 Tribbles unaccounted for, I took ten minutes to get totally clean. 

I then put on the clothes the TMI had provided and if it had been dosed, then I would be totally justified with strangling them all and they knew it. My entry into Ms. Reveal's domain was the cause of renewed silence. Apparently, I can make girls scream out or be quiet; everything else is beyond my control. Victoria was back to her old self, casually sexy.

"Zane," Gabrielle spoke it as neither recognition nor a question – it just hung there.

"Ms. Black, thank you for your forbearance," I responded. She gave a curt nod and left.

"Dr. Scarlett, thank you for helping me through this," I smiled. "I will never waste your time in this manner again."

"Definitely not in this 'manner'," she smiled. The female Klingon officer vs. male Starfleet cadet confrontation would have to be handled by a different malfeasance, but it was definitely on. She passed into her office and the door slowly shut.

"Zane?" Iona spoke up.

"I'll figure out a way to make Rio understand," I told her as I went up and hugged her, much to Ms. Reveal's dismay. "Just walk softly around her for the next few days." She nodded.

"So, you are not coming after the Time Lords?" Pandora questioned.

"The hell you say," I smiled as we headed for the Dining Hall. "You guys aren't my friends; I'm coming for the rest of you. Now, you and Iona go," I demanded. "Cordelia and I need to chat."

With a worried backward glance, Iona left with Pandora. I stuck my tongue out at her and she giggled because now she was sure she was good. 

"Are we good?" Cordelia was asking me yet another question she already knew the answer to.

"We are good, Cordelia," I grinned. "I know what you did."

"What was that, Zane Braxton?" Cordelia tested me.

"Part of it was the Court Jester syndrome," I regarded her smartly. "You just made me a fool in front of hundreds of girls who fear and hate me; they were able to take an active part in my ridicule, but this is going to rob them of the strength of that emotion to oppose us. It is hard to feel strong negative emotions about a baby Sasquatch," I added with a smile.

"I was aiming for either an Ewok with a growth spurt or a grumpy mute Wookie," she smiled back.

"I wanted to be one of the twelve Albanian fishermen that conquered China," I bantered, "but you didn't give me any fishhooks. Albanians are hairy; right?" The look in her eyes said she knew the Executioner series.

"The other part?" she teased. Most likely, she liked hearing the sound of my voice close up.

"With you, making assumptions is never a good thing," I treaded carefully. "My gut says that Victoria is safe but I want to make sure that what happened in her office this morning stays among a highly selected few and Victoria is never confronted with this."

"You know she is safe, for blackmail was never my plan; I'm sneakier than that, Zane; you are my weapon to hinder and help as needed. You are going to make an incredible genetic contributor," she put her arm in mine.

"You've been talking to Paige too much," I warned her.

"No; Paige has been listening to my – advice," she winked.

"I am still going to win," I asserted. 

"I know you will," Cordelia hugged my arm tighter. "I'll make sure of it."

Since she planned to hand me a hollow victory I wouldn't accept, what she really was planning was for round three to be even more fun.

"You owe me," I stated. "Five days of your choice, no panties; you don't need to tell me what days." She nodded. She'll give me these little victories.

"Thank you, Zane," she whispered.

"For giving you the win, the challenge, and not making you out to be the villain?" I asked.

"You keep it fun, Zane. I think only you understand how lonely it is to be me," Cordelia looked up at me once more.

"That's bull crap," I chuckle. "I would never leave a friend behind." And we are friends, which is so weird yet makes total sense.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 32



 (Thanks again to Shawhollow's editing)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

(The gang gets motorcycles)



Rio, of course, heads to the biggest, meanest hog on the lot. The Big Ole Boy/Dealership owner, who has the makings of an aged outlaw biker himself, walks over to Rio.

"Why don't we look for something more your speed little lady," he grins with tobacco stained teeth.

"Do you keep your balls in a baggie around your neck or does your old lady keep them in a box at home for you?" Rio glares malevolently. "After all, you clearly don't use them in the aggressive art of sales." Before the guy can take actions to avenge the insult Valerie steps up.

"What he's trying to tell you, Rio, is that you pick a ride you can push off on your own, or lift to a standing position," Valerie explains.

"I've never had that bad a spill but my Mom did. Before I was born she was out riding around, slipped off the road and crashed. She broke her leg pretty badly and she was alone. The thing was she could, and did, right her ride and get to a gas station fifteen miles away because she had a bike she could handle, not necessary the one she wanted because it looked cool," Valerie tells us all; an individual lesson aimed at Rio would be taken the wrong way by her - guaranteed.

"Fine, fine," Rio gripes, "But if he shows me a pink motorcycle with tassels on the handlebars I'm going to burn this place to the ground."

"I sell Harley Davidsons, not tribute rides to the Power Puff Girls," he growls. Seeing our somewhat stunned looks the dealer takes a deep breath, "I have daughters, damn it."

After that things proceed much more smoothly. I sort of wish my ride is as macho as Valerie's well-seasoned HD Fatboy but she'd been riding since she was twelve and lived off her bike since she was fifteen. I'd driven a scooter twice in Thailand but I opted to not have the other bikers mock me by informing them of this fact.

"Did your Mom's leg heal properly?" I inquire as the buying goes along.

"What are you talking about...oh, Zane, my Mom rides bikes the way the Comanche ride horses," Valerie gives me a secret grin. "As far as I know she's never spilled a bike or even knocked one over in her life. I made that up for Rio's sake."

"Thank you for that Valarie. Well, at least the dealer dissuaded her of the 'my bitch rides in the sidecar' scheme," I sigh.

"I did it for you both, Zane. I like the pint-sized hormonal psycho," Valarie grins. "Besides, once he informed her that mounting a machinegun on it would no longer make it no longer 'street legal' she soured on the whole idea, but I'm starting to think the old bastard is taking a shine to her."

"Of course it has nothing to do with him showing her the kickstand assembly and her bending over while scratching her ass," Barbie Lynn snuck up on us. "I should warn her and Mercy that when that they've triple-rolled their skirt's waistbands up and forgotten to roll them back down. Maybe not," she sucks on the tip of her finger and gives me a wink, "it isn't like you can see their underwear when they are standing up - barely."

Barbie Lynn is a mixed blessing. Yes, we get serviced super-quick but the mechanics nearly had a brawl trying to get to her first. Belle had to invoke her mystic bad-ass-ness by taking off her sunglasses and looking at them. They know who she is, and how many dorks she's put in the hospital and this stops them faster than a Police Academy ring at a drug buy (Belle gave me that one because it happened to her).

Speaking of which, Willa, unbidden, has decided to hover close to Iona because my little Brainiac still hasn't completely become used to the concept that the world can be a very dangerous place. Some unknown biker, not associated with the dealership, tried to get Iona into the office in the back of the showroom to talk about 'warranty plans'. Willa glided up on him and asked if their tool replacement policy covered a ratchet wrench shoved up his ass. He took a bathroom break and was not seen again. I was keeping an eye out, but I still owe her.

I don't have any of those problems. I am not only the guy – I am the Dude. I am the Dude who has multiple partnerships with different babes every night. I try to explain that these are merely snippets of my life and that I do a variety of other things – none of which holds the slightest interest for them.

"Dude! You can still walk after that much sexy? You are the Man!" is the general response to their recognition of me – except for the dealer who I caught trying to hide a picture of his daughters; two seem to be very hot and the right age – what the hell am I thinking!?

"Oh Zane," Paige scrambles up to me. "They have leather halter tops and micro-miniskirts here; can you get some for me?"

"You have to promise to model them," I demand. Paige puts her hands on her hips, spreads her legs and gives me a deadly serious look.

"You are treating me like a sex object," she accuses me. I reach out and stroke the side of her head, from the tip of her chin to her right ear.

"Yes," I murmur, "Yes I am."

"Well, if that's the only way I'm can get them," she huffs, rolls her eyes, and skips away. The second she is out of sight, Valarie smacks me on the back of the head. I turn to protest to Valarie and Belle smacks me on the same spot. I spin away so I can keep an eye on both of the biker chicks.

"Oh, come on," I protest. "That's just a game we play. I really do respect her, ya know?"

"Oh, we know you respect her," Valarie nods sagely.

"It's because you are drawing yet another psycho into your orbit, you moron," Belle adds with a smile.

"Oh come on, she's not that bad," I defend the albino...psycho.

"Zane, she's nuts about you, but not in the 'she does your laundry without asking' way but in the 'drugs you and chains you to a bed while forcing you read her a love story of your own creation' bat-shit crazy way," Valarie explains.

"That would never happen," I shake my head. Belle hits me again. I'm half-way to blocking her when I realize the futility of the gesture – I can't hold off both Val and Belle for very long so I might as well get this over with.

"It is the plot of Misery by Stephen King," Belle sneers. [Author's note: this is a gross over-simplification, I know]

"Wasn't he that the guy who hated animals and kept killing them off in creative ways?" I ask, "Oh, and that naked hot chick in the bathtub who becomes that wrinkly dead lady," I shudder. "Oh, and that huge book that can kill a Madagascar Hissing cockroach in one drop!" They are both about to beat the crap out of me.

"Fine," I fall back, trying to ward both off their blows. "I know who Stephen King is so you can stop hitting me – the books were The Shining and The Stand." Smack! The dealer puts his open hand forcefully to the back of my head.

"That's for making fun of Stephen King in my place," he growls. "The man does some wicked writing. I read "It" to my girls as a bedtime story." This dude is pretty messed up. Smack!

"Rio," I howl, "what was that for?"

"Everyone else was doing it and it looked fun," Rio beams at me. Smack!

"Mercy! You too?" I plead. The look on her face says it all – 'I thought I could get away with it.'

"Now where were we? Ah, you are going to regret bringing that one along," Belle teases me.

"Really," since I know jack about biker culture.

"Oh yeah," Valarie pointed out. "These macho he-men really don't like waking up drunk in bed, handcuffed and used like a sexual aid, not a person."

"Paige coming at them with a branding iron won't help the situation one bit," Belle nods. 

"Oh, are we ganging up on Paige," Rio sings out. "I want in."

"PLP's three and four," Belle says under her breath. She must mean Chastity and Hope and I'm pretty sure they won't appreciate the descriptors. PLP stands for Pretty Little Princess's and I've heard Valarie use it a time or two, but not in their hearing.

"Hey Zane," Chastity calls out. "How is the expedition coming along?"

I am dealing with the surprise of these two's arrival when Valarie and Belle push pass me. Valarie hugs Chastity and Belle barely misses colliding with Hope when, at the last second, Belle realizes that Hope isn't the 'exhibits camaraderie' type.

"Hey Hope and Chastity," Valarie begins, "thanks for showing up." If this is an 'ambush' it is going to be a bloodbath.

"OCS doesn't start until November of next year so I'll have the time," Hope nods. "Thank you for the invitation."

"The same here," Chastity shakes hands with Belle. "My law school doesn't start until the first week in September and a last, wild fling will do us good; our first wild fling being over Spring Break of course."

"Belle's doing Spring Break with us too," Rio announces. By Belle's tilt of the head and lowering of the sunglasses while glaring at Rio, this is news to Belle as well as the rest of us. "She is older than Zane, so she can buy beer; she is more mature than Zane so we can find him if we lose him in a bar crawl, and she's has a predilection for beating up Sorority Chicks in case they enslave Zane too long."

That is a double whammy – inviting Belle and having three excellent reasons for her to come; who would have thought Rio capable of that?

"That works for me," Iona agrees as she and Paige return reading through some Owner's Manuals.

"A show of hands for Hope and Chastity," Valarie requests, "just so we can pretend to be democratic." There are no opposing votes, though Paige is hesitant as she sneaks a glance at Hope.

I am reminded that this is really the Valarie and Iona show and I am along for the ride, and my checkbook. I have to wrap my mind around the dynamics of the group – now clan – that is assembling. I suddenly feel like I'm in the Wild Ones but I'm Gringo, not Johnny or Chino; whatever that means – I've never actually seen the movie, but Belle says that's my role.

Iona shows me a price tag and I am hammered by my lack of education where motorcycles are concerned – namely I thought they cost about $2000, not $20,000 (though why Rio wants a Lighthouse Fog Horn on her is beyond me). Also, what do they make HD clothing out of anyway; virgin Manitoba flying reindeer? I could buy Paige (mainly) these clothes or I could put Paige through college for the next two years.

I call Uncle Josh. We talk for about 45 minutes. I don't string him along; in the second minute of the conversation I tell him what's going on and then I have to create an argument for what I'm doing with my money. It isn't 'my' my money in my mind. I'm eighteen and I know it. If I have any doubt that I'm going to make bad decisions at this age all I have to do is rub the tender spots on the back of my head.

What I have to prove to Josh is that this is not my dick talking, but my heart as well as my mind. In forty-five minutes he agrees and tells me the credit card charge will be paid – end of story. I've tacked on $20,000 (what, I'm insanely rich if you haven't figured this out yet) for Rio's ring that she's giving to Mercy. She is my best friend after all and I want her to have options. I'm not going to tell her the budget – that would be fiscally irresponsible.

The dealer is going to take most of our bikes, plus Belle's and Valarie's old bikes, back to my place (did you really think those two were helping us for free? Sure they like me but this is a Golden Opportunity they can't pass up). Valarie will be taking her new ride back to school. Belle makes a phone call to a detailing place and starts lining up some appointments for the whole gang.

Valarie does one better. She calls her Mom and drops the bomb on what a sweet new ride she's 'obtained'. You would swear they were Beverly Hills debutantes talking about the latest fashions at Vera Wang; I've never heard Valarie gush about anything with anybody before. She slips into the conversation that she's left her dorm room and moved into a guy's room with five other girls.

If I was taking a drink, I would be choking now. I wonder if when Damien Palmer breaks out prison he collides with Yeong Song and the two kill each other on the way to eviscerate me. I love their daughters but I want to live, ya know? Unfortunately, I want to be with beautiful women more than I'll accept living in fear. Valarie's Mom is totally cool with Valarie's decision and can't wait to meet me at Homecoming. 

I guess I'm used to Prickly prickly Christian christian Moms, not Cool Moms who may or may not be Christian but don't make a big deal about it if they are. We all head out for a bite to eat because the FFU group has missed dinner. The regular crowd at the Red Lobster doesn't know what to make of us and I doubt any of our group cares.

(Felicity)

As we roll into the parking lot after dinner, I see Felicity Tolliver disembarking from her own little two-door coupe with a canvas bag full of books. She looks our way and smiles. Rio and Barbie Lynn depart my car like Spider Monkeys scenting fresh fruit. I'm left explaining things to Mercy. Those two have whisked Felicity to our dorm and most likely my room as I keep one hand on Mercy and make my good-byes to Hope and Chastity.

On the elevator ride up, I explain the dynamic between Rio, Barbie Lynn and Felicity. Iona does her level best to reassure Mercy while Valarie poises prepares for any rash actions on Mercy's part. Paige looks secretly amused but is sharp enough to not antagonize Mercy right now. We might just let Mercy beat her up and she can't outrun her when we're stuck in an elevator.

When we get upstairs to my floor it turns out Rio and Barbie Lynn are being very polite and showing her Felicity all the features of the place. Felicity seems a bit overwhelmed and gravitates toward me when I make my appearance. I don't waste a moment of time.

"Hey Felicity, "I say as she hugs me in an overly-familiar style never shown before. I see it more as someone grabbing an anchor rather than sexual attraction.

"Hello Zane," Felicity sighs, her tension draining somewhat. This is not the school she remembers after all. "You and the ladies have done such great things."

"These are the same juniors, sophomores and freshmen you were at school with last year," I remind her. She nods her understanding. "Felicity, this is Mercy Chaplain," I introduce the woman on my arm, "she is Rio's girlfriend."

It takes a moment to sink in. Rio's look sent my way is conflicted. I'm ruining her game, but I'm doing my job as both hers and Mercy's friend and she refuses to begrudge me that. Felicity finally nods then steps up and hugs Mercy to her. "Well, I hope we become fast friends then," she states as she places her hands on Mercy's upper arms and give flashes a million watt smile.

I could bowl Mercy over with a feather. Rio and I are doing the same social mechanics and come to the same conclusion. There are three reasons to marry a gay guy; money, social pressure and camouflage. Felicity doesn't need the money, so we simply assumed it to be no. 2. We totally missed the other reason; Felicity is a lesbian. Rio takes it in her slow and easy style. She walks up and puts Felicity in a gentley Mercy – Felicity – Rio sandwich.

"I am going to have so much fun breaking you in," Rio whispers affectionately to Felicity. "When you get good at it, I'll let you play with Mercy – she likes to be played with but you have to be firm. Do you like it firm and hard, my most favorite and annoying little Ass-Tramp?" Subtle like a freaking tsunami. Mercy recovers from her shock to nod her head vigorously.

"What about Barbie Lynn?" Felicity inquires with velvet hunger.

"She's Zane's," Rio informs her. Felicity looks a bit disappointed. "Zane shares her though, so don't expect her to fall in love with you," then leans in and up, "but you'll find out her lips, titties and ass are to die for. Now let's go back to my room and let me show you some things," Rio grins, looks over her shoulder and gives me a wink. Who's room?

Barbie Lynn pats my ass then skips after the trio.

"We are going to lube up Mercy and try out some of the basics," Rio instructs Felicity. "We'll see what intrigues you then I'll send you home with some toys to practice with and – well – loosen you up a bit. Mercy didn't become fantastic overnight. I had to work on her a lot. See..." and the conversation is drowned out by the rest of the students on the floor. 

No one has batted an eye about Mercy, Rio, and/or Felicity either. Maybe I really am the downfall of the Judeo-Christian tradition after all. Rio is taking responsibility for Mercy. Mercy just stepped out to the World as her true self – a tiny, tiny step anyway. Barbie Lynn is playing Dorm Mother in spades and in a manner way beyond the Handbook's job description.

Valarie, Vivian and Iona have gathered together then when Vivian finger-beckons me over. I saunter over to see what's going to go wrong with my life next – and if they have any Tribbles hiding there I'm going to burn the little bastards in the sink. That's not what brings me over.

"All the Advocate-candidates have been approached and agreed to serve," Vivian seems amused to inform me. "They want what little ceremony exists to be performed and the Advocates sworn in at 9pm."

"Has someone worked on an Oath of Office," I groan. 'To one's self be true' – what else can I say?

"It seems some of the prelaw students actually had a little contest and they've put something together," Vivian smiles warmly. "It has been downloaded to your phone – it is under Advocate Oath of Office."

"Why are you being such a smart ass?" I look her over. "Hasn't my day been bad enough?"

"Zane, have you seen your phone log for the past twelve hours?" Vivian asks me. I have been ignoring my phone, in fact. I check it now and I bless those hard working Taiwanese and the huge memory capacity they've put in my global lifeline; otherwise my phone would have melted down hours ago. 

Fuck, I have phone calls from people I don't even know – who live in...France, Germany, Brazil and Belarus? I rack my mind to remember where Belarus is – blonde-haired, blue eyed Slavic ladies – now I know! The viewing of Star Trek humiliations seem to be universal but at least they don't know my name or face. There is some serious Time Lord Mafia paddling over this one. They've used my damn private phone number.

"When do you think you'll talk to Rio," Iona asks cautiously.

"I'll take care of that right now, while she's feeling happy and playful," I comfort Iona. "Besides, it could be worse; everyone is looking for a pudgy Sasquatch, not me." The three ladies all stare at me. "Oh fuck," I groan.

"Well," Vivian looks away (oh hell), "the footage sort of shows you taking a shower plus your name and phone number."

"But your transformation into is a fur-ball is truly precious," Valarie comforts/mocks me. "All my gal-pals out West think you are so cute; Phoenix, one of my Mom's jailbird friends, even used the 'too cute' emoticon and I didn't even think she knew what emoticons were. She sent it to all her buds still in lock-up too."

"Great, I'm popular in a women's correctional facility – at least it is in another state," I sigh upward. I pray to God that never becomes relevant. "Hell, I have a housewife in Belarus she wants me as a house pet."

"What does she look like?" Valarie seems curious.

"How would I know?" I am somewhat offended. Valarie takes my phone but I don't resist too much. She scrolls a bit then hits the number. "Don't call her," I bark. Valarie laughs then hands me my phone back.

She shows me the 'entirety' of the girl's message. Nice bikini, or what there is of it and I can't imagine it being too practical that far north. She is divorced, with a one year old son, 22 years old and fresh out of college with a job as a PR specialist for a real estate development firm. She also speaks seven freaking languages – I feel like such an underachiever right now – or male underwear model.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 32



Maybe I'll make her a pen pal ~ she's a half a world away. I should be safe. Right now I can't play it safe though; I have to go play with Rio and I know that violates my health insurance under the 'feeding dangerous animals' clause.

"Zane," Iona offers to take my phone so I give it to her (why should I distrust her right?). Her delicate little fingers fly across it then she hands it back. "You now have a fifteen minute warning," she is trying to be helpful.

"Paige seems to have vanished," I request, "so when you see her, tell her to give us some peace please." The three of the saner women I know give me a nod.

I round the final screen and there is my sleeping platform. Barbie Lynn and Felicity are examining a stunning large collection of sexual aids (that my credit card must have paid for), which Rio is sedately explaining to them – sort of what you would expect from a Mary Kay or Avon saleswomen. Mercy is bent over the bed, pushing up her ass by standing on her toes, skirt and panties gone and surreptitiously undoing her blouse buttons when she thinks Rio isn't looking.

Mercy even flashes a precious grin my way when she sees me. It is the 'Weeee! I'm about to get fucked' look. While amiably chatting away, Rio puts her hand over one of Felicity's hands and leads it over to Mercy's flank. Felicity puts up a token resistance.

"Do that again and it will cost you," Rio purrs. Felicity stares at Rio's feral nature, seeing her truly for the first time then obeys. "Good girl," Rio coos in Felicity's ear.

That reminds me what I've forgotten to do today – the air filters. I look around the various wardrobes for some sort of precision tool like a baseball bat, crowbar, sledgehammer, fire axe or chainsaw – I have a cricket bat? What the hell am I doing with a cricket bat? Isn't that the National sport of India; is it even played on this continent? It may be one of a kind; I'll spare it.

"Zane!" Rio snaps. Apparently she's been calling my name for a second or two.

"Yeah Bro, what do you need?" I answer. I'm not being attacked by someone so she must need something from me.

"Felicity is self-conscious about being naked in front of us girls," Rio grins. "Could you pick out a swimsuit for her that is conservative and demur?" In Rio-speak that means three small circle Band-Aids and some dental floss.

"What color would you like Felicity?" I ask. She says white; I groan because when you sweat/drip on white it becomes translucent. Maybe she's teasing me.

I pick out a Rio-approved set (she has a whole drawer labeled 'Slut Wear' after all), hides it from her until I walk around and hand the 'suit' to Rio ~ Top lesson no. 1 – Rio is in charge. Rio approved approves the look suit then hands it to Felicity.

"You expect me to wear this?" Felicity gasps.

"That's going to cost you Sweet-cheeks," Rio grins wickedly.

"I can't wear this," Felicity stammers. Rio puts a finger to her lips to stop Felicity from saying anything else.

"I apologize, Ms. Tolliver," Rio nods, "I think you are in the wrong place. Thank you for the books; good-bye now." Felicity is looking back and forth between Rio, Barbie Lynn, Mercy and me. Barbie Lynn gives Felicity a friendly shrug; I mirror that gesture while Rio takes up a medium lavender dildo, a bottle of lube and pours an expertly delivered thin stream on the tool and Mercy's asshole as if they are one. She's pointedly ignoring Felicity.

Felicity is a 'Prom Queen' type and now some jumped-up freshman has dismissed her like she is nothing; I doubt that has ever happened before. On the other hand, Rio is brazenly open with her sexuality and sexual desires; a freedom Felicity has always felt denied her. Felicity almost makes a crucial mistake but I catch her starting to form the words 'I'm sorry' to me but I redirect her with a tilt of my head.

"I apologize," Felicity whispers.

"Zane, could you take over for me please," Rio says. I step around to her far side and start working my dildo slowly into Mercy's rectum. She wiggles her ass playfully to the intrusion. Rio steps up to Felicity, rises up on her tiptoes and grips Felicity's head firmly but gently. Rio tries to kiss Felicity but I can tell the taller blonde's jaws clench and her body stiffens.

"One last chance," Rio insists. She lets the implications sink in then kisses her again. It is a close thing but Felicity finally breaks down and let's Rio's tongue master her tongue, mouth and lips. Felicity moan eradicates a decade of repression and denial and it is with some reluctance that the taller blonde lets the short, darker Rio settle down. Rio presses a finger to Felicity's lips again.

"This is going to be the last time I'm nice to you for some time," Rio begins. She stops Felicity from speaking once more. "Zane and I are closer than family – he's no.1 in my book; there is no other. I will call you whatever I want to call you and you will not talk back. My safe words are 'That fucking hurts' or clapping your ankles together if you can't speak."

"Mercy is mine; hurt her and I will bury you – my hand to God. Outside of that, I will use you like I want to. I will show you things you've only read about, make you dress in clothes that terrify you, and press you as hard as I can because I care about you Felicity. Are you a virgin?" Rio inquires.

"Yes," Felicity moans somewhat frightened.

"Your vaginal virginity is yours, your oral and anal virginity are mine," she explains. "When I say come over, don't make excuses – bring your ass to wherever I am. I am going to be hard on you and give you to my friends to play with because it amuses me, clear? Are you okay with this; if you aren't, this is your last chance to back out because I will hunt your ass down after tonight."

"I can – I'm okay with this," Felicity says with less trepidation.

"Okay Bitch," Rio growls, "Take off your shoes, panties and skirt; pick out the paddle you think you deserve to be spanked with and bed over the bed. That shirt better not be in the way. Oh, you are leaving your bra with me tonight – go home without it. You only wear panties if you have my permission as well."

"Yes..." Felicity falters.

"Call me Rio," she clarifies. "I'm not afraid of who the fuck I am. You've looked down at people like me all your life and now you are going to be as degraded as what you wanted me to go through. Payback is a bitch."

"Yes Rio," Felicity confirms softly.

"Well, get to it," Rio snaps and swats Felicity's ass. "I want to waste some time on my beautiful, wonderful, annoying slut here," she moved to Mercy, "and her tricky little self has been taking off her clothes without my permission." The slap Rio plants leaves a red handprint on Mercy who exhales contentedly at Rio's attention. "Oh, you've been a naughty little fuck-slut, and you are wetter than the damn river," Rio whispers in Mercy's ear as one hand pumps the vibrator in her ass and the other strokes her wet pussy. 

Yeah Rio, that's putting the fear of God in Mercy – right. Felicity takes the most-wicked looking paddle available and I've never even seen Rio consider using.

"Bro, we have a meeting at 9pm so we need to break it up in about an hour," I give the bad news.

"Zane, damn – take over Mercy once more; I trust you with her but I want tears and if you could get her to bite up a ball gag, I'd appreciate it," Rio asks. Mercy has been placated and her position with Rio affirmed. She's a happy little Bottom once more because Rio finds her annoying – which means 'love' when translated into sane people-speak.

"Barbie Lynn, warm her up for me," Rio requests of the blonde bombshell as she falls on Felicity's behind's like a Bedouin dying of thirst. I can see Felicity about to turn and plead for Barbie Lynn's attention because she mistakenly believes BLT will be hesitant. Boy, she's in for a surprise. Barbie Lynn's thumbs push the base of Felicity's softly resistant ass up and apart.

Barbie Lynn is lapping like a dog at Felicity's cunny alternating flicks of the tongue along the labia and short, rapid intrusions.

"What kind of sick masochist are you?" Rio snarls, waving Felicity's chosen paddle before her eyes. "I use this to crush the skulls of rogue water buffaloes; where was I supposed to hit you; on the asses of your ancestors cause that was where you were headed? What the hell was this even doing in my collection anyway?"

"Also, what are you doing with your bra still on? I'm going to want those bad boys milked before you escape tonight," Rio grumbled.

"You didn't..." Felicity starts to protest even as Barbie Lynn twirls her toward orgasm.

"Shut up!" Rio hisses. "Barbie Lynn, teach her a lesson." Barbie Lynn frees up one hand long enough to give her one 'moderate' spank. "Where is Paige; I need her nimble, spider-like finger of Evil."

I can't seem to spot her so Paige is forced to clear her throat...she has carefully hidden herself behind my – pillow; she's hiding by the simple expedients of being in semi-darkness and being very still. It is so eerie I almost love her – love her.

"Jesus H. Christ," Rio jumps. "I'd put bells on you but I'd probably end up with them in my vagina – now that actually – focus Rio!" she chastises herself.

"Paige, help me strip my latest toy down and give her nipples a stress test," Rio requests.

"Deal, but you need to do me one favor," Paige starts crawling over toward Felicity.

"Sure, now get snappy," Rio urges her on as starts to pull Felicity's shirt over the girl's head.

"Forgive me for forcing Iona to help me and the Time Lord Mafia," Paige cashes in her favor immediately. It is all the more self-sacrificial in that I suspect Cordelia kept Paige out of the whole plot.

"Bitch," Rio seethes at Paige, "if you messed up Iona I'll still find a way to make you pay, I promise you."

"You granted me a favor," Paige reminds Rio cautiously.

"Zane, do something," Rio pleads.

"I've already sworn not to make the responsible parties pay – beyond what Cordelia has already granted me," I grin. "I get Paige's ass whenever I want, how often I want, until the end of October," I add. 

Paige lowers her head and trembles with fear and anticipation; the 'threat' of anal sex is something Paige and I are working through plus, since Paige fears it, Rio will love the fantasy vision of Paige squirming on my 'meaty pole' (ty see Barbie Lynn's thesaurus). Rio can't get away from Paige fast enough, falling into the narcotic pleasures of Mercy's treasures.

Rio is often misunderstood; pain is a daily part of her life brought about by her blatantly aggressive lifestyle and the wraiths of her past. Mercy isn't in any danger; she could hardly be safer at the moment, figuratively speaking. Mercy's butt and pussy are getting a workout to the point I'm afraid that Rio is going to shove that dildo all the way into Mercy's colon and Rio's tongue might end Mercy's 'pesky' virginity by tongue-muscle action alone.

Paige shoots me a sad smile before she gets on her back and starts sliding under Felicity. When they are face to face, but running in different directions, Paige and Felicity exchange some wistful kisses.

"You are beautiful," Felicity moans down at the pale pink lips and snowy skin of someone who is working both overtime at being my lover and more importantly, a friend to my group of friends.

"I know," Paige responds confidently before wiggling her way further under Felicity.

Soon she has the first taste most likely anyone has had over of her breasts and nipples. I can tell when Paige draws in the first full gulp of tit because Felicity goes off like a bronco mare with a cougar cub on her back. She is making deep, guttural moans but at least she's not screaming her head off.

"Rio, do you want Felicity to taste my tits?" Paige asks. Rio is being petulant.

"Rio, if you want I'll never talk to Paige or Iona again because they are both Time Lord Mafia and they all had a part to play in this," I declare. "I know of only one who didn't, and if she's my sole friend with them after this, so be it – but you have to let me fight my own fights alone from time to time and let me decide what counts as a victory."

"Fuck the bitches," Rio pops up, much to Mercy's astonishment, "One is more than enough."

"Fine, Iona is out Rio. The only one who didn't have a part in this morning was Paige," I tell Rio. "I'll go tell her that you two are done, but I'll have you know she was operating under my orders – sort of. I told her not to go against Cordelia and she did as I asked."

Rio seems truly conflicted for the longest time then she drapes herself over Mercy's body.

"Honey-hole reach back, take over and keep yourself going or I'll make you feel up each Karate Club member during practice Monday," Rio purrs to her lover. Mercy hastily obeys because I think something about the way the situation playing out intrigues her.

Rio shuffles down to Barbie Lynn, Felicity's posterior and Paige's head.

"You fucking lied to me you freaky douche," Rio declares venomously at the albino Paige. Paige wisely keeps silent – there is nothing positive she can say. SheRio plants four resounding smacks on Felicity's exposed bottom.

Felicity squeals, distracting Rio momentarily.

"You'll pay for that, you skank," Rio hisses at Felicity. "Paige, how fucking dare you disappoint me," she growls. "How dare you act above my expectations; you are almost a human being," Rio finishes - as if the term 'human being' is as horrid a term as ATF agent or fashionista.

Rio stands up and views her domain. Mercy is going all out though she clearly misses her Top and Felicity is panting herself toward another, more prolonged climax.

"Barbie-licious, would you take care of my prize for me; you know what she likes," Rio requests with a hint of her normal madness. 

"Paige, give her some nipple-age and I'm going to break in Felici-hump's whore-hole." For the English-speaking public that means (I think) that Paige is to open her own shirt, unfasten her front-access bra and lead Felicity's lips to those translucent, succulent breasts I find so tasty. Felicity is clearly in a sexual buzz; otherwise she might spend precious minutes trying to figure out that Rio just declared her intention to introduce Felicity to anal sex of the strap-on variety.

"Hey, pansy-boy," Rio mocks me and my reclining majesty, "get over here and give me some of that magic tongue and finger work that will turn her back into a straight." That's just mean.

"Please don't make me like men," Felicity stammers. Her eyes are glassy and feverish. Rio smacks both buttocks this time and Felicity squeals louder.

"You don't get to talk – you listen," Rio commands. "You are a perfect lover – a lesbian," Rio explains from some teasing twisted core. "We simply sleep with men to control them – but I don't want you sleep with Lance without my permission, is that understood?" Felicity keeps her words within her lips as well as going back to use another one of Paige's nipples for further succor. 

This is just bizarre – the bi-sexual is demanding/empowering the lesbian to NOT sleep with her gay fiancé – I couldn't write stuff this weird and then avoid rehab.

"In fact, Zane has an in with your future Mother and she'll tell him if she even suspects her baby boy is having sex with a woman," Rio double-pumps her eyebrows at me.

Rio doesn't 'know' that I'm having sex with Rochelle Wellington; Felicity's soon to be MIL. We do both know Lance, the fiancé, likes playing with other men's cocks. We have the video file to prove it too.

"You step out on me and I'll sell you to that sorority next door to Zane's house for a weekend," Rio threatens. 

Felicity isn't Mercy – she's repressed while Mercy is perverse (by outside standards). Full exposure to the town at large frightens Felicity because she doesn't want deal with the social consequences of being labeled homosexual. Mercy is actually afraid of her sexual proclivities themselves as well as the real physical danger of exposure.

Once Felicity finds her own identity her relationship will change – in essence she'll never replace Mercy in Rio's heart. There is never going to be that vulnerability and utter acceptance that those two have. Felicity is going to be fun and in time I think Hudson Lane may be a better match as a companion. Hudson and Felicity are adults where Rio fights adulthood with every breath.

Rio's choice in strap-ons is odd to say the least; the only time Rio had shown it to Mercy, Mercy had been afraid – afraid that Rio would waste their time on something so – unimpressive. Until I noticed Mercy's distress that morning I didn't think Rio had something so...(training wheels?) in her arsenal; this was what Rio picked to break Felicity in. No one knows my buddy like I do.

Rio is still working Felicity's bunghole over with a sole finger when she leans over the tall slender blonde's back. Rio uses one hand to cord that long hair until it is one thick mass – and then she pulls it back like a corded rein. It isn't until the tip of the dildo nestles into the cusp of Felicity's sphincter that Felicity figures out what's about to happen.

"No Rio – please, I don't want this," Felicity panics.

"Ssshhh," Rio coos, "it is going in and I'm going to teach you how."

"Rio, I don't," Felicity trembles.

"Why?" Rio whispers her question. 'Why is Felicity afraid of this violation' is what Rio is aiming for. They stay there locked and silent. After a minute, Rio picks up her actions.

"When I begin to thrust forward, I want you to use your inner muscles to push back," Rio says tenderly. Rio goes forward and Felicity tenses so she stops. "Relax, it won't hurt, only feel funny," Rio assures her. Not always true but...

This time things culminate with Felicity gives a sharp gasp followed by a whispered sigh.

"Okay," Rio murmurs to her prey, "I am tired of doing all the work. You need to push back now," she continues. "Come back against me you cunt-loving whore." Felicity bucks slightly and shakes her head.

"No – no," she pleads at barely above a whisper herself.

"It's okay," Rio runs a hand along Felicity's spine. "You can come back later if you like. Your ass is mine but I'll wait for you to give it to me but...no pussy for you to taste or lips upon your cunt until then Felicity. I'll be taking care of Barbie Lynn for you". Rio winks at me, "Or more likely you are leaving her for Zane, man that he is; you know she'll get addicted to that dick eventually." Bang! Felicity looks heart-shot.

Felicity starts working Rio's artificial cock down her asshole. Rio looks at me and gives the best 'Home Alone!' face I've ever seen. She's floored that Felicity has been sucked into our mad circus. She then puts both hands on Felicity's hips.

"Slow down Felicity – and welcome to the club," Rio grins down at her. Felicity rests for about thirty seconds then Rio spanks each flank. "Giddy-up now; you still have four inches to go."

"I thought I could stop," Felicity whined. "You said..."

"You stopped; I let you stop," Rio sneered, "Now I'm telling you to back your sweet ass up." I'm going to give Rio a Janus mask for Christmas. I'd get her medication for her insanity but I know she'd eventually slip it into my food no matter what.

"Come on now Felicity-Sugah," Barbie Lynn joins it. "You always had such a gentle hand training me in Karate. It'd be a crying shame if no other girls got to feel the way you made me feel. You have always been so strong – be strong now." 

Felicity rotates her head somewhat foal-like and stretches the hair Rio is using as a rein before she pushes back again. 

This time when Felicity stops Rio slaps her ass lightly. My buddy also grins madly at me and mouths 'I am so going to Hell over this' then giggles. I mouth back 'Right beside you'. Felicity is finally all the way back and resting when Mercy begins to shudder violently.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 32



"Holygoddamnfuckingpieceofshit!!!!" Mercy howls into the sheets. Barbie Lynn hammers her bunghole and mangles her clit so much that she repeats the phrase three times in rapid succession and all the time she looks as compassionate as a mother changing a newborn. Felicity takes that inspiration and runs with it. Rio is pulling back with the strap-on when Felicity pushes back hard.

Rio pushes her forward and rotates her hips for more of a sensation before snatching up a slender blue paddle that seems more flexible than rigid. She quickly makes good use of it, stinging Felicity's rump and making the ride home for her interesting. Paige starts flicking Felicity's clit but that is more than Felicity can take. 

Thankfully she releases Paige's right tit before she clamps her teeth and bows her back up and down multiple times as orgasm hits her. Rio has to grip Felicity's hips tightly to not be bucked off and she's loving it. Felicity collapses on Paige but I quickly roll Felicity on her back – Rio's strap-on slides out painlessly – so I can pull Paige to me.

Paige and I exchange a heated kiss while Rio unfastens the dildo, lets it fall to the floor. Rio crawls on the bed, hooks a finger into Mercy's collar and forces the exhausted beauty to follow her farther up the bed. Rio reclines against the headboard with Mercy resting her head on her Mistresses stomach, hair cascading over Rio's stomach, crotch, and thigh as well as her own face. Rio is running her hands through her lover's hair with an affection few at the school would believe.

Barbie Lynn decides to take her own approach with Felicity. She mentioned experimenting with girls before meeting me on the day I first moved into this dorm – downstairs and a long, long time ago it seems. With the fear that permeated this place, it was probably furtive touches at night in bed with your roommate or a quick grope in the showers.

Felicity barely has the time to register Barbie's presence before Barbie Lynn has Felicity's legs up, bent at the knees and pussy full exposed. Barbie doesn't dive in, instead crawling onto Felicity's body until they are face to face. Felicity gets this surprised – I can't believe this is finally coming true' face – the Barbie Lynn's lips are pressing hers.

"Hey Honey-Trap," Rio snaps playfully, "what do you think you are doing with my Thing Two?" (Note: Never combine Rio and Dr. Seuss on You Tube; legions of little minds will be forever corrupted)

"Give it a rest Rio," Barbie Lynn looks up and grins at my Bud, "Felicity gets a time-out and she gets to have it with me, are we clear?"

This is not a fight I'm stepping into and Rio, Mercy and Barbie Lynn know it. Barbie Lynn doesn't ask for much from Rio and is pretty tolerant of her so now that Barbie Lynn is making a stand and...

"This is really hard on her," Rio says affectionately. "Take your time."

I leave Barbie Lynn and Felicity to play and carry Paige around to the far side of Rio. Paige is coiled around my body so I doubt she could be happier outside of 'bouncy, bouncy'.

"What's going on Babe," I whisper to Rio. "What's your game?"

"Don't tell anyone because they won't believe you but I've been reading," she tilts her forehead against mine. "I've been reading the diary of an actual dominatrix by the firelight of me burning 'Fifty Shades of Someone Stupid'."

"You are right," I snicker, "no one would ever believe you actually read a book." She punches me then Mercy shoots me a weak blow to the ribs.

"Hey you," Rio tapped Mercy's nose, "who said you could get in a fight? I think someone is getting hog-tied and ice cubes rubbed up and down their spine." Mercy shivers happily.

"Do you want to do anything like that with me," Paige purrs.

"I want to sneak into your parent's room and fuck you hard on their bed in every position we can think of," I state calmly, as if I've given it great thought. Paige's dampness streams down onto my left hip and thigh as she shivers in delight. It is all about knowing your partner. This forbidden act knocks her right out of the ballpark. 

"Are we – you and I - any closer..." Paige murmurs.

"You know who has my heart, Paige, but we are closer, if that matters," I tell her.

"When did that happen?" Paige smiles up at me.

"About fifteen minutes ago," I kiss the tip of her nose.

"So I had to lie to a total nut-job to save another friend of yours and risk a beating to take us a step forward – and it wasn't the black leather micro-mini," Paige moans as finds the perfect spots on my chest and lap to settle into. It is a precious few minutes we share, with Rio alternating tender caresses with pinches to the nipples and slaps to the breasts, buttocks and thighs. Mercy makes mewling little sighs in response to both sets of gestures.

Felicity has finally rolled Barbie Lynn over and engaging in every less-than-vanilla sexual act she thinks she's missed over the three years she's known, showered with, and competed with my Georgia Honey-box. By the play of Barbie's right hand, the thick, sloppy sound that's emanating from between Felicity's thighs and Felicity's shortness of breath, Barbie Lynn is driving her former classmate made with lust.

"Bro, can I turn Mercy into an ice cream dispenser? Sort of 'squeeze these wonderful titties' then scoop out some Neapolitan from her cunt," Rio snickers my way. She loves yanking my chain, and Mercy's, from time to time.

"No! That has to be cold as hell and you may not make Mercy poop or pee dairy products," I command, "Rio-saurus Rex!" 

"Oh, that's gross," Rio dares to look offended. "I would never put ice cream up my favorite Lust-receptacle's butthole. That is for the ice cream cones."

"Fine, you may not stuff Mercy like an éclair," I clarify. "I'm putting my foot down and if Paige and I have to do full body cavity searches to make sure you behave, so be it."

Felicity erupts through her final orgasm of the night, her body twisting and stretching as sweat drips off her body. Barbie Lynn keeps subtle control of Felicity's body which is both touching and frightening – she's getting sexually wound up and she's going to corral my cock and drive it up her ass – my approval being optional. The dirty, sexy look she shoots me is as good a piece of proof as I need.

"I can't have you two touching my bitch without supervision," Rio states angrily – yeah right. "I'll have to check out all her opening once you two get done – a triple check." Mercy looks over toward Paige and me. Her eyes are open wide with lust and anticipation.

"I suppose we could simply trust Mercy and take her word for it," I tease.

"No," Rio goes off, "I can tell you right now; she's one sneaky little slut."

"I don't trust her," Paige nods. "The pretty ones always need to be kept in line – harshly." Mercy merely shakes her head vigorously in affirmation of her devious and untrustworthy nature.

"Where are you people from?" Felicity pants through her fatigued smile.

"The People's Republic of None of Your Damn Business," Rio slaps Mercy's thigh.

"We keep Rio in a steel box," Barbie Lynn pets Felicity's left nipple. "The rest of us are regular students. Okay, Zane's a tad irregular, but he means well." My phone buzzes from the far side of the bed.

"Time to wrap it up team," I give out the bad news. "Felicity, you can sweep step out with Barbie Lynn to the shower – different showers because giving the freshman student body an alternative lifestyle exhibition is not an option for tonight. The rest of us will give it a few minutes and go out and pretend the world is a normal place."

"Felicity, I want your bra and panties up here on my pillow," Rio demands. "I'm going to use them to bind up Mercy tonight. She's been – umm – mediocre so I'm gagging her with that boring underwear and hooking her hands over her head with that sad, old bra of yours."

"I thought you only wanted my bra," Felicity questions?

"Spank her for me BLT," Rio growls. Barbie Lynn gave gives three sharp, alternating smacks on each butt cheek. Felicity bites her lower lip and whimpers. "No back talking now F; I said no bra tonight, but also no panties ever without my approval." Felicity nods. Barbie Lynn takes Felicity by the hand, over to the towel closet then leads her somewhat reluctantly out into the main floor.

"Rio, did I do you a good turn," Paige asks. Rio thinks that over for a minute, making small circles in Mercy's hair.

"Yes – yes you did, you albino deviant," Rio allows.

"Can I have Mercy for my use for one night sometime soon?" Paige requests.

"That's not how it works," Rio scolds Paige after a few seconds. "She's mine to use – no one else's. I can have someone use her for my pleasure but she's a damn human being, not a bean-bag chair. I will give you this though – because you can be so incredibly stupid about people – I'll let Mercy know that it would make me happy to see her with you; how is that?"

Mercy is resting on her head on Rio's lap, so she clearly hears what's going on. Rio is really the best friend in the world, and one of the best people I've ever known. I can live with the crazy.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 33



*Children must face the scrutiny of their parents*

*I have many people to thank for this chapter; readers who kept in touch, Steve and Shawhollow for editing and about a half-dozen feedback artists who told me what I was doing wrong and what more I had to add to a make the story work. Thank you all.*

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)


So, it was Friday, Homecoming Day at FFU, and several dozen of us were not doing what we were supposed to do but I wanted this headache taken care of before the rest of the day's festivities. All the Advocates were gathered as was Ms. Goodswell as a Student Advisor. Other people were gathered to observe the spectacle and guessing which way I would jump. 

This first major crisis of my role as Mediator since the creation of the Janissaries wouldn't have been complete without Iona, my trusty sidekick, and Rio, my chronic pain in the butt/truest friend. In fact, Rio was the reason for this meeting. She had been given the writing assignment of 'place the writings of a juvenile/young adult story into an adult setting'. The train wreck wasn't hard to foretell.

Rio had chosen four works of the late, lamented Dr. Seuss (if he wasn't dead he would be after reading halfway through Rio's creation). Rio had attacked the project with a gusto that made Ms. Tucker, her English instructor, hopeful that Rio was finally fitting in (read: conforming). Rio turned in the pornographic Tales of a Cat with a Really Big Hat on Tuesday.

Ms. Tucker had flunked the effort and dragged Rio down to Dr. Victoria Scarlett's office but that senior educator had volleyed this time bomb into my lap. I promptly told them to pick an Advocate and get back to me after dinner. Rio Talon/Christina Buchanan's argument had been that the vagueness of the instructions allowed for a liberal interpretations of the assignment.

Athena Varna (representing the rest of Ms. Tucker's class)/Joy Jefferson had argued that the standard was what 'any reasonable individual going to a Christian school would find acceptable' as their defense, which meant that it wasn't acceptable in their opinion. Two days of mediation went nowhere and I wasn't going to let this matter fester through the weekend. 

I had called all the concerned parties to join me after breakfast and received Dr. Scarlett's blessing for missing Assembly where many of the students and their families were gathered in our daily religious/social function.

"Okay, I've given the matter serious thought and I saw merit to both arguments but I found Ms. Jefferson's argument to be the more compelling," I led off. "We live in a society; each person should be free and act with freedom but that cuts both ways – we have to give our society some support to retain our harmony. This is my judgment."

"I would hope that since Rio did make an exceptional effort in her creative writing work that Ms. Tucker would consider allowing Rio one additional week to make up the assignment since this is one-quarter of her grade and her effort, while misdirected, was acknowledged as a vigorous attempt. That is my suggestion anyway," I said hopefully since I wasn't sure if I could instruct a teacher in any manner, much less order a do-over for Rio.

It took a few seconds for my words to sink in. This was hardly re-writing the Charter of the Commonwealth of Virginia but it did mean I'd ruled against my best friend and the woman I wanted to marry and several girls looked at me in some disbelief that I hadn't gone that way.

"Thank you Mediator," Joy was the first to offer me her hand – and she was still technically the enemy, being in the Traditionalist faction here at school.

"Your argument carried the day, Joy. I'm pretty sure there was no favoritism involved," I smiled.

"I will get you next time," Christina came up and shook Joy's hand. She turned and clasped my hand after that. "You were wiser than I thought you'd be," Christina winked to me.

A few people came by and went through the same routine until Rio approached last of all. She hit me in the shoulder causing multiple heads to swivel our way.

"You threw me under the bus Bitch," she laughed.

"Don't look so surprised," I rubbed my shoulder, "you built the bus I rolled over you with, ya Deviant."

Iona gave me a shy wave right before she slipped out to go meet her parents and most of the girls did likewise. Finally it was Ms. Goodswell, Christina, Faith, Rio and myself.

"Faith and I will polish off the minutes of your final decision Zane," Christina said before turning her imperious head away and leading Faith out to do what seniors do.

"So, are you two going to be hiding out all day?" Virginia Goodswell looked Rio and my way.

"I would but two dozen over-eager and overly-endowed students have asked Zane to be available to meet their ancestors or some other such cheesy crap," Rio ranted. "Besides, I'm sure there is some law or ordinance that causes the rest of you to never leave me alone."

"Yes Ms. Talon," Ms. Goodswell said with some gravity, "That is the Self-preservation Act of 1908. You are listed under 'Elements with Corrosive properties."

"Woot!" Rio hollered, "I'm a corrosive influence!"

"Thanks Virginia," I addressed my teacher and Spiritual Advisor, "like she needed more ammo."

Goodswell laughed and headed out toward the main campus while Rio and I headed for our dorm.

"I think I'm going to become a superhero," Rio teased me. "My X-ray vision will vaporize the panties off of unsuspecting stuck-up babes."

"Wasn't there a time when heroes were heroes and villains were villains; none of this gray crap?" I half-grinned.

"Zane," Rio sounded exasperated and but motherly aka Ma Barker, "you keep saving girls and they keep kicking you in the teeth."

"I look at it as opportunity to get back up again," I smiled.

"That's called masochism – look it up," Rio sneered.

"Let's go to my room," I said, rather redundantly, as we'd reached the elevator door and I'd hit the button. Rio became oddly close to me as we got on board and even let me wrap an arm around her. For me, being parentless today required I convince Aunt Jill that parking would be a bitch and I'd see her Saturday night – we had our first Marksmanship outing tomorrow morning in Kentucky so I'd would be back to have dinner with my sole family member.

Rio's parents hadn't asked Rio if she wanted them to come. They hadn't made any contact at all, denying Rio the ability to scream at her parents and tell them to 'fuck off'. Adding to the misery, Mercy's parents were here and everyone in our close circle had convinced Rio that being close to Mercy would be disastrous – in the belief that Rio had poor impulse control – imagine that.

When the end of Assembly sounded and the parents began exiting the building to join up with their kids we proceeded to my Solarium level of the dorm. The parents would meet their girl's friends, teachers the key members of their various clubs. We opened my 'vault' door and Rio led me upstairs then gave a start.

I slipped around her to see what the problem was – Cordelia Dresden. To her credit, Cordelia and her Time Lord Mafia had either been behaving or doing things in such a sneaky manner as to avoid my notice. Besides the three of us, only three freshmen girls occupied the rest of the floor, leaving us effectively alone.

"Hi Rio!" Cordelia led off, "Zane, I only want you to know you have our full support," was her cryptic statement that I was still digesting when Rio hurled herself at the slender brunette. Cordelia cried out as Rio toppled them both to the ground. Rio rose up on her knees and slapped Cordelia across the face.

"Get her off me," Cordelia screamed as she raised her hands to defend herself.

"What's the fucking secret you're hiding?" Rio growled.

"Yank Rio off me right now. Zane," Cordelia snapped as she took a second slap to the cheek. "You know what I can do."

"Cordy, Rio wants to live free or die trying so you might want to consider your next words carefully," I shrugged. "She prefers to exist free of fear. Rio, I'm going to the shake dispenser; do you want something?"

"A strawberry shake sounds good," Rio smiled as she began pinning Cordelia's wrists down.

Once she finished that maneuver, Rio glared triumphantly down at Cordelia.

"Great," Cordelia met that glare with one of her own, "what's your next brilliant plan; a little sexual assault to go with your brazen attack?"

"Nope, I'm going to drool spit on your face and ears Cordelia-baby," Rio answered then began swirling her tongue in her mouth to gather up her first glob of spit.

"Zane," Cordelia pleaded.

"Rio, let her up," I requested (Rio knew my vocal tones). "She's agreed to help you with your Mercy problem." Cordelia had done no such thing but Rio would need help dealing with her lover's parents and Cordelia could be a powerful ally.

Cordelia could lie her way out of things, except she would be lying to me and our trust was a fragile thing. If it was just Rio, Cordy would lie in a heartbeat but I believed I was somewhat special to her. Cordy said nothing and Rio got off of her. It wasn't Rio's style to offer Cordelia a hand up even though she knocked her down.

Rio joined me making shakes and grinned evilly.

"Cordelia, do you want a shake," I called over to her.

"Peach," she replied. Somewhat reluctantly she walked over to us. Cordelia, like Rio and me, had no parents coming.

"So, are you going to tell Zane what your secret is or do we go for the best two out of three falls?" Rio sneered.

"Let it be Rio," I nudged her. "It isn't something bad. If it was bad, she would have coughed it up already."

"I don't know what you see in this wacky Whore," Rio asked me – with Cordelia standing beside us.

"She's Ra's al Ghul to my Bruce Wayne," I explained. "How can I step beyond the streets of my own personal Gotham without her?"

"Wait, does that mean I'm Harlequin?" Rio mused.

"No, you are the Joker, Rio," Cordelia huffed, "and yes, that makes Mercy Harlequin."

"Cordy, there are times I wish you weren't so evil and manipulative," Rio observed.

"Titles such as Evil, like genius, are the hobgoblin of small minds," Cordelia countered. "Zane sees that, which is why I tolerate the rest of you."

"You just want to play jockey to his thoroughbred," Rio snorted.

"Never said I didn't," Cordelia bantered. Rio stole a look toward the door so I leaned into Cordelia.

"Thank you," I whispered. Cordy nodded.

"Pssst," Rio hissed. "Iona is here with a slightly larger version of herself and two guys who look vaguely related to her as well." I looked over and there was Iona pointing what had to be her mother my way. She didn't look furious but she wasn't beaming sunshine and happiness at me either.

"Scatter," Rio whispered. "Pissed off Momma on the way," before dashing off behind the showers.

"I'm gone," Cordelia gasped playfully, took her peach shake and slunk away.

(Iona)

"Mr. Braxton?" this conservatively dressed woman with a slight build and shoulder length black hair addressed me. I'd seen a few pictures of her on Iona's Facebook page.

"Mrs. Beckett, I am Glenn Zane Braxton but please call me Zane. Your daughter is one of my closest friends." She seemed to mull that over – whether to be stiff or to give me a chance.

"Zane, is there a place we can talk in private?" she inquired.

"Absolutely," I nodded then led her to the far corner and sat down on a sofa with her so that we could both look out over the changing leaves on campus.

"Mr. Brax – Zane, what are your intentions with my daughter?" she came right out with it.

"She was my second friend here and constantly supportive of my often precarious situation and she's never asked for anything in return," I stated. "I'd paint her house if she asked me," I continued, "or drive across country to help her move – she's that great a friend." I didn't brag about killing or even hurting someone for her, though I would, because that wasn't the kind of extreme friendship her Mom was looking for.

"Very well Zane, but I am worried about you and Iona in another way," she sidestepped. "You are an attractive young man and there are rumors that you have several girlfriends on campus."

"I think I can answer the real question with three statements of my own; the only person I have ever called girlfriend is Heaven Vickers, a senior here.

"I love Heaven's best friend, Christina Buchanan, and they are both aware of our relationship. Second, your daughter is the second-smartest, most level-headed, and most forward thinking young woman I have ever met; you have done a wonderful job raising her," I related. "Lastly, I have offered to have sex with your daughter twice and she's said 'no'."

"You did?" she studied me intently.

"And she was naked in bed with me both times. She's seen me have sex, too, but she's decided that when she's ready, she'll ask me and I'll say 'yes' because I'm positive that she will pick the moment when it is right for her and no one else."

"Wha – what?" Mrs. Beckett's eyes grew wide. "Naked in bed with you? And nothing happened?"

"Yes but I felt safe because I trust her," I said calmly. "You have to admit she is diligent and organized and she's not going to simply jump feet first into anything."

"I have to admit I was afraid you were taking advantage of my daughter's kind nature but you seem oddly frank about everything you two have done. I admit I expected you to be...more deceptive and evasive," she mused. "Do you have sex with any of the girls on campus?"

"Tons though, thankfully, things eased off with midterms approaching," I smiled.

"Is that so," she said in a clearly questioning tone. "I want you to understand that Iona thinks the world of you. She writes home every day and you often figure in her experiences – though I knew she was editing some things – like why she appears to be friends with Ms. Talon."

"When we started out, Rio and I were doomed to be expelled but Iona joined with us and together we survived some really rough times."

"I recall getting several letters from the Chancellor from that time. Was Iona in any danger?" she asked.

"Yes, she got a pair of bloody knees but please believe a whole lot of us were looking out for her," I responded. "Trust me, Ion has a fair number of friends who appreciate her numerous qualities."

"Mom," Ion called out as she came over. "I hope Zane hasn't been scaring you."

"Iona, it is only that you didn't have many friends in High School," her mother smiled at her daughter.

"Mom, I had no friends in high school but Zane gave me the courage and opportunity to come out of my shell," Iona interrupted.

"Zane says you two have been sleeping in his bed – naked," Iona's mother met her daughter with an even gaze.

"Yes," Iona blushed furiously, "but I bet he's also informed you that we haven't had sex," she leaned into her mother, "and there he lied."

Mrs. Beckett stared at me, a bit peeved.

"Mom, that is only because what Zane considers sex and what you would consider sex are two slightly different thing. Suffice it to say, I am still a virgin as far as the marriage bed is concerned," Iona assured her parent. "And I have Zane well in hand because I have control of his phone."

"I keep telling you that smarts count for more to in life than a model's good looks," Iona's mother reminded her daughter.

"I'm glad Iona has both," I chimed in. Both women looked my way then grinned.

"He is such a good friend Mother that I forgive his exaggerations," Iona reached over and kindly touched my cheek.

As that gesture ended, Iona's face grew shocked.

"Mom, I think we need to go see Mrs. Worsham's class now if we are going to get everything taken care of before lunch," Iona hurried her mother.

"It was nice to meet you Zane," we shook hands as we both stood as well.

(Hope)

I followed Iona's gaze and my heart stopped. It was Hope, looking so doable in her school-wear. With her were a petite woman, smaller and maybe a bit heavier than Hope, three more little Hope's in descending age and lastly, a male version of Hope, but this one was made out of Lego bricks – really big Lego bricks – it was Yeong Song.

Yeong Song had charisma in spades; he wasn't the Angel of Death – he had grabbed that punk by the short and curlies and taken over his job. That was how he appeared to me at that moment. Oh yeah and he was looking right through me. As if on cue, Hope smiled and whispered something to her father and they both came my way.

Imagine a choreographed interpretive dance troupe; you had Hope's three younger girls spread out over the middle half of the room, having fun with some of the few freshmen girls that were hanging around. Yeong was like his eldest daughter in the way they moved – you could tell they were walking toward you but I couldn't recall their feet moving or even hearing footfalls. 

That was probably just my fear speaking. From personal experience I knew Hope was human with all our frailties and imperfections – she was simply more perfect than most.

"Father, this is my good friend Glenn Zane Braxton, who is known by the name Zane to both his friends and enemies," demurred Hope.

"Zane, this is my Father, Major of the Republic of Korea – retired – Yeong Song," she introduced her father to me. I extended my hand, he took it in a granite grip and gave it two sharp shakes. I stood there like an idiot but at least my heart was beating and I was breathing again.

"Your pulse is racing young man, your palms are sweaty and you are staring at me with dilated pupils," Yeong noted dispassionately.

"Well, since I've lain down with your naked daughter for a variety of bedroom antics on several occasions I naturally assumed you had come here to kill me," I blathered.

"You have been naked with my eldest daughter," he said in a way that could be contrived as a statement or a question.

"You didn't know?" I groaned. I wondered if this counted as suicide.

"You have honorable intentions toward my daughter," he informed me. Huh?

"No," I gulped. "I was thinking we could fool around – mainly."

"I understand you are the last of your line," he glared at me. Uh oh...wait.

"You know who I am so you must have already been told by Hope what's really been going on," I breathed a sigh of relief.

"See Father, Zane's not dense," Hope hugged her father's arm, "he's simply terrified of you."

"I noticed," Yeong (almost) smiled. "Mr. Braxton, I don't mind you seeing my daughter socially but please learn at least to fight as well as my youngest daughter – she's nine."

"You learn from people who are better than you, not from people you are better than," I tried to interject some wisdom into my pretty abysmal effort to date.

"Daddy," Hope pleaded hopefully.

"Mr. Braxton do you know the difference in combat between you and a highly skilled warrior?" Mr. Song said in an eerie penetrating voice.

"Ten years?" I shrugged because I didn't have a clue what the answer should be.

"No Mr. Braxton," he came on with that nightmarish calm, "you don't know when to stay down." Now I was a little pissed. Being able to take a beating was one of my few martial qualities.

"You are wrong," I let my anger seep through. Hope's face lost all expression.

"You always get up – you never stop fighting until you can't anymore," I grumbled. "If that means I have to break your Precision Hands of Death on my face, so be it." Yeong Song turned to regard his daughter; he finally let my hand go.

"He'll do," he told Hope, turned and walked toward where his youngest daughter was playing.

"What was that about?" I whispered to Hope who looked equally confused.

"I don't know – except – I believe he decided you would lay down your life for me," Hope studied my face as she finished that conclusion.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 33



"As the old paraphrased saying goes 'I would rather kill for you' but yes, I guess would risk death to keep you safe," I smiled affectionately. "You are my friend."

"You are lucky so many of your friends are better trained than you are," Hope snorted in amusement, "or you might not live long enough to graduate from this place."

"Yes," I snorted back, "that's my grand strategy: hang out with girls who can beat me up."

"Stick with it," Hope nudged me, "it seems to be working for you."

"If you see my wounded ego crawling around today; kill the poor bastard and put it out of its misery," I joked back.

"Oh, do you know that guy Vivian is bringing this way?" Hope nodded toward the kitchenette.

"That has to be Vivian's boyfriend," I groaned. "This is likely to be less painful than your dad but more humiliating."

(Vivian)

"I'll be close by in case he starts beating on you," Hope winked before slipping away.

Vivian and the somewhat reluctant young man entered the cube-ish area where my sofa and several chairs looked over the campus. We both extended hands simultaneously.

"I'm Thomas Wayne Meyers," he said and gave me a strong grip. He was brown-haired, fairly well built and clearly could have been happier.

"Hi Thomas – may I call you Thomas – I'm Zane Braxton," I jumbled a sentence together.

"Vinnie has told me some things about you," he began.

"Listen," I broke in, "it's all my fault – I took advantage of her so please don't be angry with her because she's one of the nicest, sweetest women I've ever met." The guy blinked.

"Vinnie told me she took advantage of you since she was your official guardian," Thomas went from being uncertain to appearing amused. "More like she tried to take advantage of you but you resisted."

"Oh come on," I threw up my hands, "that's not even remotely believable. Vivian is hot; we both know she's hot and I'm way far removed from a monk of any stripe. If Vivian threw herself at me, I'd be all over that in a heartbeat."

Vivian snickered and Thomas returned to confused for a moment then laughed too.

"I appreciate your honesty Zane and I agree – I'd be all over that too, but I'm willing to wait for our wedding night," Thomas confided in me. How much of their history he knew Vivian had related to me was uncertain. I knew of his mistake but it wasn't my place to bring that up.

"Cool, let me know when and I'll throw you the bachelor party," I offered.

"Oh Hell no!" Vivian squawked. "The last thing I need on my wedding day is to get a phone call from Thomas in some South American jail telling me he needs bail money."

"Come on Vivian," Thomas chuckled, "it might be nice to have someone along who knows how to throw a real party."

"No," Vivian shook her head, "Zane – parties – prison; they all happen way too often."

"Hey now," I pretended to be offended, "I'll have you know that my record has improved. Now 60% of my dates are law enforcement free and I'm getting better."

"Seriously?" Thomas looked from Vivian to me.

"Zane, how many of the police officers between campus and downtown Lancaster know you by your first name?" Vivian grilled me.

"Ummm – those two guys who patrol the Southwest side of campus – I don't know them," I answered honestly. "But I know just about everyone else."

"No Thomas, he is not planning your bachelor party. He is highly irresponsible, insanely rich and hangs around with scurrilous friends," Vivian informed her beau.

"I hang around with you," I point out.

"I am assigned to hang out with you," Vivian reminds me.

"Would you stop hanging out with me if someone was assigned to replace you?" I inquired.

"No way," she winked then motioned about the room, "I'm not giving up all this for a small two bedroom dorm room. I'm not an idiot. If I want a soda, or orange juice or a fruit pastry at four in the morning, they are right out here, plus I never sleep alone so I'm always warm."

"Who do you sleep with?" Thomas stuttered, half expecting more boys to come out of the woodwork.

"Mainly Barbie Lynn Masters and Valarie Palmer," Vivian replied. "Don't' worry Thomas," she stroked his arm, "I'm not turning into a lesbian or even bi-sexual."

"They are like sisters that make me feel safe, except they are sisters who don't resent me being the oldest or who steal my stuff," Vivian added. Thomas eventually looked back to me.

"Do you ever touch the wrong woman at night? In bed," he clarified.

"Define the wrong woman because the thing I like most about being in my bed is the faint hope that I'll get an uninterrupted night's sleep," I responded.

"I mean, are the other women with you so much better looking than Vivian that..." he started to say.

"Stop right there; women aren't something you place on a scorecard going from one to one hundred. How do you compare the shapeliest thighs with perfect hips, or a dazzling smile against the richest lips?" I quizzed him.

"Thomas, if I roll over at night and groggily rest my hand on the small of Vivian's back – trust me, I will know the difference between her and other women – I'll apologize and move away. The overriding aspect of our relationship is my respect for her," I told him. "She's a good Christian woman and she's my guardian and nothing else compares to that."

He studied me and nodded. Vivian smiled at me and I could tell this was going about as well as she expected it to. Sure her boyfriend was going to stay a bit jealous but that was probably a good thing because he was pretty good-looking too. My phone rang which was unusual because Iona usually caught such things.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Braxton, this is Ms. Reveal. The Vice Chancellor requests that you pick up three lunches from the Dining Hall and show up at her office at 12:10 pm today," Marisol informed me.

"Sure Ms. Reveal – will you want the flounder or the vegetable soup?" I asked. Iona was good at keeping me up to date on important things – like food and Pay-per-View events.

"I'll get the soup and an extra helping of okra," she answered.

"Done deal," I signed off and found him looking at me.

"Are you a part-time maître de?" Thomas seemed amused.

"Long story/short version – I occupy a position here called 'Mediator' and it requires me to make certain student body suggestions and to check in with the Vice Chancellor," I explained.

"Vivian, do you have a job title? That could look good on a resume," Thomas pointed out.

"Chief Zookeeper," Vivian delivered deadpan.

"I was going to say Animal Wrangler but that might be more of Mercy's job description," I smirked. Vivian rolled her eyes.

(Barbie Lynn)

"Zane," Barbie Lynn called out. Thomas turned around and stumbled.

"Oh Good God," he rasped as he took in a bevy of beauties and one young man. One was obviously Barbie Lynn looking every bit as scrumptious as when I chased her down the stairs this morning. She was coming our way with enough titty tantalization in her movements to cause all kinds of circulatory problems.

Vivian elbowed Thomas in the ribs to remind him of who he was here with.

"Hey Barbie Lynn," Vivian and I said together.

"This is Thomas Wayne Meyers, my betrothed," Vivian added.

"Hey everybody," Barbie Lynn turned to present her silhouette looking so good I nearly missed what she said.

"This is my younger brother, Jefferson Davis Masters and his twin Laramie Persephone and my Mother Savannah Belafonte Masters," she introduced her family, "This is Vivian Philips and Glen Zane Braxton but he goes mostly by Zane."

"Hi," Thomas and I said somewhat dreamily.

See, Barbie was a hot-looking woman just past twenty but nature had been bountiful to all mankind in more than two ways. 

Laramie was seventeen going on eighteen and a firecracker blossoming into a high explosive. Her hair had a bit more body to it than Barbie's, her face a tad thinner but that made her lips all that much more luscious. Her physique was just as sporty and by the shapeliness of her legs I could tell her sports excursion of choice was Soccer.

Savannah Belafonte (to be forever seared into my mind as Southern-belle-o-fuck-me) because her cup size was two bigger than her eldest daughter's but childbirth had widened her hips proportionally. Her body was a work of art so lethal that it would kill a Le Mans victor – off the track, fucked in the bedroom all the way to Heaven by way of Utopia with his trophy used as an ice bucket for the champagne.

She seemed delighted to see me and I knew I was delighted to see her.

"Why Mr. Zane, my Barbie Lynn has told us so many wonderful things about you," she sounded so sugary that the honeyed words flowed off her tongue in a manner that was barely coherent. Also, her eyes flickered to the shower where I'd nailed Barbie Lynn repeatedly for forty minutes not all that long ago. Next to me Thomas grunted something that sounded like 'hello'.

"I'm sure she's exaggerated to my betterment," I pulled that banter out of my tush – my brain was suffering catastrophic blood loss.

"I can't wait to live in this dorm next year," Laramie came across with a nearly a molasses like drawl as well. "Zane, will you let me use this room next year?"

"Dude! This is your room?" Jefferson perked up. "Mom, I have to come here next year!"

"Um, yes Laramie, I'm going to hold this room open to every girl – and perhaps guy – in the dorm. I don't need much space," I said, "so keep out of the way of housekeeping and we are good. Also, you are immune from Handmaiden's Duty while here."

"Oh, I was thinking about the game stations, satellite dishes and cable hook-ups," Jefferson added. Jefferson Davis – that name rang a bell.

"Come on now Honey, a man can't go to a women's..." Savannah let that sentence die unfinished. For me it was keep the lone male status quo or to get a good night's sleep'.

"Mrs. Masters, I offer a thin hope for your son; if your daughter could line up some upstanding seniors and juniors, he might slip in under the Zane Exception to the enrollment policy," I told her.

"You'd do that for Jeff?" Savannah took off her sunglasses and bit one of its arms.

"Ma'am, I'd wrestle an alligator blindfolded for your daughter. I would certainly put in a good word for her brother," I smiled. I had no idea how tough alligators could be but I knew about crocodiles and those were some mean mothers in their own right. Still, faced with alligator wrestling or no butt-sex with Barbie Lynn, I was getting a belt, handbag and new shoes, damn it.

The odds of getting Jeff in were long – Victoria barely suffered Heaven being around and it would take an act of the Southern Baptist Convention to bring in a male to replace me when I was gone.

"It would give your Father another option for Jefferson if you could do this Barbie Lynn," Savannah politely replied.

"That would be great," the kid rejoiced. Yes, he was a fully functioning teenage male.

"Zane can move mountains when he sets his mind to it," Barbie Lynn winked at me. Thomas saw it but was caught off-guard.

"Let me show you my bedroom," Barbie offered her kin. They turned and the women sashayed away while Jeff had an almost run-in with Raven and 'company'. Each woman shot a look over their shoulder and smiled at me at some point along their journey which boded trouble.

"I apologize Zane," Thomas mumbled. "I thought, deep down, you were weak for submitting to your lusts. Now...I don't – I don't think that anymore."

"Don't sweat it," I smiled. "It is only another day for me ending in 'y'."

"And don't you be forgetting about me and how tough it has been resisting Zane," Vivian warned the man she was hoping to marry.

"A wife should obey her husband," he started, "and a husband should know when to shut up."

(Lunch and what comes after)

I dropped Ms. Reveal's lunch off with just enough sassiness to make her smile and believe that our bad episode was behind us. She sent me to the Vice Chancellor's office a minute later and while Dr. Victoria Scarlett was conversing over the phone, I felt comfortable to set her meal up in front of her and mine across her desk.

Victoria only had this canned ice tea in her mini-frig so I swiped two and set one before her and opened mine. I wasn't exactly sure what it was – it was pretending to be Southern Ice Tea and I pretended to like it. The best thing I could say about it was it was cold. This was our fourth "working" lunch where she would insidiously fill my head with her philosophy and I'd causally remind her that women ran this government, not me; I was a figurehead.

"What are you doing for New Year's Eve?" she inquired as she daintily cleaned off some crouton crumbs on her cheek. Her look was very intense. I wasn't getting 'quite' sexual signs from her but something – somehow this was personal. That could only mean one thing.

"I'm spending it with Ms. Rio Talen but no set location has been chosen," I replied.

"Oh," she paused then, "There is a Science Fiction convention in Seattle that runs from December 29th to through the 1st. My friends and I are attending and Hical asked about you."

"Deal but we have to fit Rio in," I agreed.

"I can send some Universe, TV and movie series and well as costuming information for her to look over," Victoria agreed tentatively.

"No need – she's a Klingon – a small craft captain whose Father betrayed the Empire and whose survival is a stain on her honor," I told her. "With that barely constrained fury, she's a natural. You teach her how to use that bat-a-rang and,"

"Batleth," Victoria interjected.

"Wicked-curved-bladey thing," I continued, "and you'll see. Oh, I'll need an Orion Slave Girl outfit and some green body paint for Mercy and all of her stuff by October 30th – cost is not an object."

"I'll call my outfitter when you leave and I must say you are taking this rather well," Dr. Scarlet noted.

"Why? I had a blast in your office that time," I admitted. "As long as I'm not crawling in screaming fur-balls, I'm okay. I'll be a human Starfleet Doctor/Xeno-biologist who has done surgery on multiple species. A "Doctors Without Borders" kind of guy. I'll get Cordelia to build me an actual tricorder –trust me."

We ate, she asked for my sizes, I gave her Rio's and Mercy's sizes; at the Con we were all 'Next Gen' except Mercy who would be Old School for Halloween. She offered me a chance to be a Borg but since they all looked to be in desperate need of a sun tan, I declined. All in all, it barely took twenty minutes.

"You did a very good job as Mediator this morning," the Vice Chancellor added as I made to leave.

"It is not so rough," I grinned. "WWKSD?"

"Wha – oh," she smiled warmly. "What would King Solomon do – clever."

"Hell, the Bible has a whole book called Judges. This shit ain't so hard," I laughed as I breezed out the door. Ms. Reveal was waiting, as was Heaven.

Heaven had to exert some will to not kiss me on the spot. Christina had lectured us on PDAs – public displays of affection – during Homecoming. The more people who knew about us, the more the outcry and the stronger Chancellor's radical decision to keep Heaven on as part as the student body would be challenged. As it was, our hands would casually brush one another until we got inside my dorm where I chased Heaven up the stairs, pinching her ass every time I caught up.

After entering my code, I gauged Heaven's mood deciding we needed some quiet time; there would be too much traffic over most of the floor (and Heaven being too vocal) to get away with sex and cuddling would be fine anyway. I caught sight of Rio with one of my Marksmanship team mates, Genesis.

"Hey Zane," Genesis stood up. She was a weird one – going from borderline contempt to grudging respect over the last two weeks. If I didn't know the impossibilities, I'd think she had a boyfriend. "Hope wants everyone at the Amory for an equipment check at seven. We leave at 8:15."

Heaven held my hand tightly.

"Boudoir occopodo," Rio snickered as Genesis made her exit.

Heaven's grip nearly crushed my hand, ouch.

"Babe," I whispered to Heaven, "let me check this out."

I disentangled myself and went for the wall of screens that separated my bedroom area from the rest of the floor.

"Get some popcorn and get ready to sit a spell," Rio joked to Heaven who grumbled. I went around to see who, or whom, were using my room.

Inside was not what I expected. Savannah Belafonte Masters had taken off her top (which was peach) and was rummaging with growing frustration through Barbie Lynn's bra drawer. I saw some grape juice splashed on her beige skirt. She saw me, pulled up her shirt to cover her bra-covered assets while looking a bit fearful and upset.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked softly.

"It is my bedroom," I replied. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

"But – but Barbie Lynn's stuff is in here," she gasped.

"That would because it is her room too – we sleep together," I answered. That slowed her up for a second. "Can I help you with something?"

"I...I – I spilled juice on my shirt," she began.

"And your skirt," I pointed out."

"Oh no," she choked back a sob. "What am I going to do? I'm a mess and none of Barbie Lynn's bras, shirts, or skirts are going to fit me." I mused over that for a second.

"I've stashed some bra extensions around here somewhere and that should allow for the difference is sizes between you and Barbie," I said. "Now give me your skirt and I'll find a replacement." She hesitated so I added. "I'm not going to molest one of my best friends' mom, Savannah. Give me your skirt and I'll take care of everything." This time she did it though I had turn my back.

I padded back out to Rio and Heaven who had just returned with the popcorn.

"Rio, Heaven – I need you to break into Chancellor Bass' residence and steal a skirt like this," I offered up Savannah's.

"Hell yeah," Rio exulted. "Time for a little B&E."

"Oh, what the fuck," Heaven shrugged. "Count me in." She gave me a quick kiss and the two miscreants headed out on their nefarious mission. I went back to the bedroom and stumbled into Savannah, now with her bra off, eyeing two of Barbie Lynn's double barreled slingshots. Our eyes locked.

"Right," I spun away. "Bra extensions."

"Zane, do you think I'm attractive?" Barbie Lynn's Mom asked.

When women say that they can mean three things; the truth, the lure, or the lie. Some women want to know if you find them attractive. Others want you to find them attractive for nefarious means. Lastly, a few woman want to be reminded that they are beautiful. Savannah was the latter.

"If you are asking me if you are as good looking as Barbie Lynn, Mrs. Masters, I'll have to say no but that's because you are a lady who is fully a woman and Barbie Lynn is still leaving some of the girl behind. There is no comparison. You are both hot," I affirmed.

"I don't know," she sighed. "It is with my husband then seeing you and Barbie Lynn - in the shower..."

What's wrong with you and your husband, if I may intrude?" I asked.

"He had an accident at work – one of his factories – and he hasn't been the same," she sniffed.

"Do you love him?" I questioned. "Honestly."

"Yes – yes I do," she sighed. "But he's just not there."

"Do me a favor; come over and sit next to me and I promise to be as well behaved as a Montana Miner (hey, it is where my family comes from)," I said as I sat at the foot of the bed. Savannah very, very reluctantly came over and sat at my said, but I said nothing.

"Yes," she broke down and inquired finally.

"I want you to laugh," I related to her softly. "Laugh – laugh like you do with small kids."

"But, I'm not sure," she began then I poked her in the ribs. "What?" So I tickled her under her arms. Savannah cover her breasts by mistake so I got some finger in and began making her giggle and squirm.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 33



"Stop it," she gasped for breath so I rolled onto my side and tickled her other underarm until she finally flailed in surrender.

"See Savannah, I'm not the bad guy," I grinned. "I'm not seducing you because I think you love Barbie Lynn's Dad and you simple need to worry a little bit less and love yourself a little bit more."

"How do I do that?" she panted.

"I want you to try on some of Barbie Lynn's new clothes and see what you like – and what your husband might like," I suggested. "I'm not asking you to dress like a teenager but not every day is Sunday school either." Oh God, I was talking clothes therapy to someone's Mother.

"But," she stammered.

"There is a screen right over there," I pointed out, "that you can change behind and the armoire has a mirror."

"But I'll be parading around her in my bra and panties," she worried.

"Well, that's a bonus for me," I shrugged, "but a lady with a body like yours should be wearing bikini's with less material – look at it that way."

"Well, don't ogle, alright?"

"Sure," I lied. What was I going to say? 'I'll pluck out my eyes?'

After several tentative steps walking to the dresser and looking over her shoulder at me with really worry that I might find her either too attractive or not attractive enough, I gave up. I covered my eyes because they gravitated toward her backside like a plant seeking he Sun. A minute later she finally spoke up.

"I can't find anything that I think will fit," she said in desperation. I had the answer to that; I went up and picked out the clothes Barbie Lynn wore to the concert a few weeks back.

"I can't wear this," she gasped in fright.

"Barbie Lynn wore this to a social function," I assured her. "It is perfectly fine and you aren't going to leave here in it, only try it on."

You see, the beauty of this pants/halter top combination was the lacing. I knew it would fit her but she'd be showing a bit more flesh than Barbie had. She looked mortified when she stepped from behind the screens and a little better when she saw herself in the mirror. I withheld my comment until she looked at me.

"I'm dressed like a hussy," she stated sadly.

"No; a hussy dresses like that when she goes to the supermarket. A wife wears that around the house to remind her husband he's a man and that she's his woman." Caveman mentality. Savanna gave her reflection a second, longer glance. This time she took in the sides, and dare I say, her ass; all of which were smoothed out and pulled tight by the leather.

"My ass looks younger," I caught her whispering to herself.

"My Boobs appear like they are about to bust free," she addressed me once more.

"Yes Ma'am – yes ma'am they do," I smirked. "That is the whole purpose of the design of the shirt but I assure you Barbie Lynn hasn't had one escape yet."

"Oh, that's nice," she went back to looking at herself in the mirror.

"Now there are some nice shirts in their as well as some – short – skirts," I directed Savannah. She came out in the first shirt trying to make the buttons hook but they wouldn't. I came off the bed and helped her. That is, I left most of them unbuttoned.

"But they – my husband can see my bra," she worried.

"Mrs. Savannah, that would be the point," I nodded. "Let him get a peek of the bra." We both heard the quiet footfalls and it couldn't be Heaven and Rio back so soon. Savannah froze and I reclined passively on the bed.

"Mom – Zane?" Barbie Lynn gazed back and forth.

"Baby-Child," Savannah blathered.

"Wow Mom," Barbie clasped her hands in approval. "The golden shirt with the plum bra is a wonderful combination for you." See, I trusted Barbie Lynn more than her Mother did. 

"I was trying on some clothes and – um – Zane was helping me," Savannah gulped.

"Oh Mom, don't worry about it," Barbie hugged her mother, "Zane sees eight girls getting dressed every morning. He's used to it."

"Oh..." she trailed off. "So he's safe?"

"I'd never say that," Barbie Lynn glanced back my way and licked her lips. "But he's a good friend and I think that's more important. Let's try on this next; the black leather will look good with the knee boots." 

It continued like this for a while. Rio and Heaven slinked back in with the now rather redundant set of conservative attire. We retreated to the head of the bead with Heaven snuggling next to me and Rio right beside her. Heaven and I shared a pillow – on our laps.

"Do you think they have any idea that we're all bi-sexual," Heaven whispered as Barbie Lynn was prying Savannah into a red bustier.

"Momma Mia," Rio hissed. "Those are some mounds. Big fluffy mounds."

"Seriously," Heaven nudged us both, "I'm going to need a blowjob if this goes on much longer." I moved my hand behind Heaven, worked it up her skirt and up against her panties until I was giving her bunghole quite a workout.

"Fine," Heaven ground out. "You can fuck me but I'm coming all over the sheets damn it."

"What was that?" Savannah called out. "Do you think this is too much?"

"Oh no Mrs. Masters," Heaven gulped. "If I wasn't totally into guys I would think you look – delicious."

"Why thank you Ms. Vickers," Savannah smiled.

"And if I wasn't totally into guys I'd have you chained to this bed and be ripping your clothes off right now," Rio added gleefully.

"Oh – huh – thank you?" Savanna responded more cautiously.

When Barbie Lynn – now totally torturing us – convinced her mother to wear a thong and a short skirt something had to be done. I reclined sidewise on the bed while Heaven built a pillow fort behind me and Rio dove under the covers to suck my feisty transvestite off. It was a half-assed endeavor and a minor miracle that nothing went wrong.

Finally Heaven yanked my shoulder back and took a big bite out of it. I could hear Rio slurping up Heaven's cum and prayed the others couldn't.

Is everything okay?" Barbie Lynn called out.

"Heaven's got a muscle cramp but we are working it out," I fibbed.

Second later, Rio's tussled head reappeared and she punched Heaven in the ribs.

"Shit Bitch," Rio scooped up some errant semen with her finger, "Have you been holding that up all week long. You nearly choked me."

"Why don't you come by every morning and we can work out an installment plan?" Heaven shot back quietly.

Regrettably, Savannah noticed our...acquisitions and reluctantly put them on but I caught sight of her running her hand over some of the racier things left lying around before she and Barbie Lynn left. I had barely gotten outside with Heaven and Rio to see if I was needed when a squeal manifested right behind my ear and a body slammed into me, bowling me over.

(Paige)

"Lover!" Paige greeted me. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Zane."

Now, I was on my back, on the floor with Paige in my arms and with her skirt flapping far, far too up her butt when darkness descended on my world. It took me a moment to realize that the two Joten standing behind the sofa were her parents – they were freaking HUGE! Her Dad alone looked like he played two simultaneous positions on an NFL team.

Paige's Mother was dainty only in comparison to her husband. Not that she's fat – oh no, this woman was simply big boned and brawny. I had to ask myself: what happened genetically?

"Zane, I want you to meet my parents," Paige studied my face.

"Sure," my smile wasn't too forced, "but you have to remember to give me a kiss for luck for tomorrow's match."

We rose up and my arm easily wrapped around Paige's waist. Mom and Dad seemed guarded and wary.

"What game do you have tomorrow?" the Dad (Roger) finally asked.

"Marksmanship Sir. I'm the spotter to the team captain, Hope Song," I smiled. "I'm Zane Braxton, by the way." I can do this. I mean, how many other girls here think they have their hooks in me?

"We have the impression that you and our daughter are – romantically involved," her Mom asked me. It was the way she stated it in disbelief that astounded me and pissed me off, as if big healthy strapping guy like me would choose their 'flawed' daughter.

"Paige is an upperclassmen so mainly we hook up for the hours of hot sex," I pulled her close.

"Come here, you," I turned and looked down at Paige she pushed up and kissed me deeply.

"What are you doing with my daughter?" Roger rumbled.

"I'm kissing my lady," I smiled at him, "What does it look like I'm doing Sir?"

"I don't know what you think you are going to get out of this," he snarled.

"Paige," I addressed the sultry albino who was all but humping my leg at this point, "what do I get out of your relationship?"

"Hot steamy White Russian sex," she purred in a Russian accent. Yes, this side of 'poor pitiful Paige' was new to her parents.

"But our daughter can't," the Mom stumbled verbally.

"Oh yeah, and I'm taking Paige with me on a cross country motorcycle trip this summer," I kept grinning. "I hope you don't mind – she's our computer tech and back-up bar bouncer." Maybe the bar-bouncer bit was too much.

"She'll get hurt," Roger sputtered.

"Ah, I bleed more than she does and there will be a dozen of us so if she kicks someone's ass and ends up in jail we'll be able to bail her out," I kissed Paige's forehead.

"Baby – Paige," Roger muttered softly. "How about we talk about this?"

"Sure thing Daddy," Paige agreed. "Zane, I'll catch up with you before you head out for the tournament." I swatted her ass, in full view of her parents, which Paige loved. She sauntered off like a woman victorious.

"You are such an idiot," Rio snickered in my ear. "That girl is a nut-bag and you are feeding her dynamite."

"Speaking of feeding someone some dynamite," Heaven took my hand.

"No one seems to need me at the moment," I squeezed her hand back. "Let's run for it!" and we raced for the bedroom like lovers possessed.

(Heaven)

I lay between Heaven's legs, her thighs arching up against my own. She wiggled her hips against me and her cock against stomach. I bit down at her nose but she laughed and turned her face away so I nipped her proffered neck instead.

"Ooohhh," she gasped. To show me how much she liked it, she rotated her hips, rubbing my cock around inside her.

"My Honey likes?" I teased.

"You know I do you bastard," she panted. "Nice, slow and hard."

I withdrew my penis and then eased it back into her depths. Heaven hisses out her pleasure and with her hands on my shoulders she pulls me in tight.

"God, I love you," she whispered to me.

"I love the woman grinding up against me too, Heaven," I smiled to her. She hiccupped in passion then began thrusting harder up against me until I could feel her ready to erupt. I took hold of her shoulders and begun pounding her in sympathetic penetrations.

"God Damn!" she seethed into my collarbone. Dampness flushed up my stomach and onto my chest to the very edge of my neck. Face to face sex really appealed to Heaven and she was really shooting off hard because of it. I slowed down; I hadn't ejaculated yet but I didn't want to wear her down while I worked up to it.

"Oh no you don't," Heaven gasped. "I – I know what you want," she giggled weakly. Heaven struggled against my hold.

"You don't have to," I said softly.

"I want to you dummy," she kissed me. "Now let go and I'll roll over."

"No, let me," I related before I leaned in for a French Kiss full of need. She gave one more surge of defiance then relaxed. Then I shifted my arm down until I reached the back of her left knee. I pushed it up until she passed my hip. Heaven was glowing with anticipation. I was folding her up and then I was going to pound her thoroughly and fully.

Heaven brought up her right leg all on her own but the real gift was the way she arched her back in ecstasy when I bottomed out in her with all the muscle power I could muster. We held eye contact as I drove into her time and time again. A tear escaped her eye and scarred her cheek.

"Babe?" I worried and slowed down.

"I'm happy Zane," she breathed deeply. "Happy." I resumed my energy and the very essence she was lending me set me off by surprise.

"Oh God," I gasped and gave her my seed. Heaven bit her lower lip as I sizzled up her rectum with my hot semen. A smile must have etched my features because Heaven became quizzical.

"What are you thinking about, Lover?" she asked softly.

"I think I've had the best homecoming ever," I answered. It took her a second to get it.

"You can keep coming home as often as you want," Heaven licked her lips and bucked her luscious ass against my still rigid rod.

(Brandi)

Hand in hand, Heaven and I had barely exited my bedroom when Brandi came rushing up with a girl in hand.

"Hey!" she beamed. "This is my sister March and she's coming here next year. I wanted her to meet you Zane."

How bad could this be? I squeezed Heaven's hand.

"Hello March, this is Heaven Vickers – my girlfriend," I shook March's hand with my free limb.

"Hey Zane," March said shyly then, "Brandi says you do things – with lots of girls here?"

"See how Heaven is smiling," Brandi whispered to her sister like some conspirator. "He makes me smile just like she is."

Well, I had to think, not EXACTLY like I do with you.

"Brandi, what did you tell her?" Heaven intervened.

"I told her," the two giggled, "that he's magic with his fingers and tongue and he'll do all the things I told her about to me, to her."

"You pimped Zane out?" Heaven snickered.

"It – it isn't like that," Brandi back-pedaled. "I sent her a link to his website and told her to hide it from Mom and Dad."

"And Brandi says we can have sex here with you and God won't hold it against us," March piped up. I had to go 'What the Hell?' I give out dispensations from God? He really ought to tell me these things.

"I wouldn't go that far," I got out.

"Oh, being with Zane is a spiritual experience," Heaven snickered. "Ten minutes ago I swear I was seeing Angles." I wanted to stomp on her toes because March seemed to be buying it.

"Are you a virgin?" March whispered to Heaven.

"I swear on the Bible that Zane's never penetrated my vagina," Heaven raised up her hand to God.

"Did he – you know – the other way?" Brandi leaned in expectantly.

"Until I cried tears of joy," Heaven teased her right back. I really wanted to stomp on Heaven's foot.

"What other way?" March joined the conversation.

"You know – like Barbie Lynn," Brandi giggled to her sister. Oh fuck.

"Didn't it hurt?" March sounded concerned.

"Oh no," Heaven stroked March's arm. "He's slow and gentle."

"Okay; fun conversation!" I declared. "I see someone who wants to kill me. March, you are a beautiful young lady with an exceptional sister and I'll see you next year." I stormed deeper into my apartment only to hear.

"Look at that ass go," Heaven sighed.

"Yeah," Brandi murmured. "Those pants are so tight." They are not!

(Cappadocia)

Rio was getting downright mopey when we headed for dinner. As we were going in, I spotted Cappadocia and what had to be her little brother, mother and father. I wasn't sure if she wanted to have me meet the folks so I tried to quietly move passed.

"Zane," she turned and called out. I deviated my path and went over. Rio tagged along.

"Hello Cappadocia, Mr. and Mrs. Davis and – um – young man," I greeted them.

"Tobias," the young guy offered his hand and I shook it.

"This is my good friend Rio Talon," I brought her forward. Mr. Davis stepped up and shook my hand next. His grip was stronger than needed in that alpha male style.

"It is good to meet you Mr. Braxton. My little girl says you are a promising candidate on the new to the first squad," he grinned smugly.

"Well, Cappy would know – she's Team Captain and I'm sure she'll be Captain next year when she'll get to decide if I stay on First Team," I tried to be nice.

"So does it feel bad to be beaten up by girls?" he joked.

"Well, if I ever get beaten up by a girl I'll let you know," I gave him my best steely grin. "Here I get beaten up by women – really tough women." That brought the big guy up short.

"Oh well – my daughters a real fighter alright," he stammered.

"I believe you – she's knocked me unconscious once – in a practice session. She laid me out cold for about a minute," I enlightened him.

"Zane knocked Coach Gorman down Father," Cappy came to my defense, "and took down three men who threatened some girls once."

"You girls shouldn't be leaving campus," her mother chimed in.

"Mother, we go out in groups and we are just fine," Cappy insisted.

"Are you responsible for this new attitude?" the Dad asked.

"Sir, I'm one freshmen in a school of 900 women," I shrugged. "The fearlessness was here before I ever arrived. It will be here long after I'm gone. I belief the unofficial motto for the Karate program is 'I kick ass for the Lord'," I sort of lied. Cappy said it and she smiled slightly the hear me repeat it.

"Yes," he muttered, "we want our girls to be strong in their faith for the Lord. It is good to see Cappadocia having a vibrant faith."

"Oh, I've seen Cappadocia vibrant," I smirked her way. She restrained herself from hauling me off and punching me because our act of vibrancy had everything to do with sex and nothing that she wanted to tell her parents.

Her dad missed it, her young brother wasn't even paying attention but her mother caught our undercurrent. A smirk creased her face as she looked the two of us over.

"Cappy dear, you to practice safety when you spar, don't you?" she cautioned her daughter.

"Yes Momma," Cappy gave a sly smile of her own, "I'm always careful, even when I have Zane down on the mat."

"As long as you keep control of the situation," the Mother nodded.

"You keep winning Girl," the Dad rejoined the conversation, "because you have one more year of playing around then you need to find a job and let God give you a husband." Cappy didn't flinch but I knew how hard she struggled for the team and having it disregarded by someone who meant so much to her.

"Maybe Cappadocia can either compete on a National level or train students when she goes home," I offered.

"She's real hardcore," Rio added. "No one trains as hard as she does and the other girls know it. Hell, when I first met her I thought she was some Inner City Gangsta Chick, she was such a bad ass."

There was my girl Rio – the Conversation Killer. Sure, Cappy was African-American but that never came up with us. As I recalled, she came from a moderately-sized town outside Atlanta Georgia.

"What?" the father darkened.

"Rio," I tried to pull her away.

"No," Rio growled. "Listen buddy," she poked the man in the chest. "Your daughter is an athlete and a damn fine one. If she was a he and in football you'd want him to try for the NFL so why are you treating your daughter any different?"

"I don't think you know what you are saying young lady," Cappy's father stated angrily. "Maybe I should have a word or two with your father."

"My father is a self-righteous self-serving asshole," Rio began before I started dragging her away, "and he knows I'd kick his ass if he treated me this way!" she finished screaming at him.

"Whoa Rio," I calmed her. "The truth is only going to rub that situation raw."

"Cappy deserves more than that," Rio spat.

"Face it, you are channeling some Mercy into this Bro," I said. "She'll be okay and back in your arms come Sunday. Cappy is tougher than her father knows."

"You hope so!" she groused. "I swear, with some of these bitches – they are perfect bright and confident then you roll a man around and out go the lights – nobody's home."

"Then we'll have to find a way to set them on fire so the light never goes out," I suggested. "Face it, you are the schools premier pyromaniac."

"That I am," Rio grumbled. "I'll find a way to burn this shit up."




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 33



(Opal)

"Hey you two," Opal greeted Rio and I as we started eating diner. "What's wrong, Rio?"

"Plotting the end of male domination of the Western World," Rio grinned wickedly.

"Is there something I need to know," Opal looked from one of us to the other as she sat at my side. "Are we mounting a rescue mission for Mercy?"

"Mercy?" Rio said suspiciously.

"Sure," Opal sampled her fare, "give the word and I'll get six or seven girls together for a run at her family if you need it." Rio stared at her for a second.

"Why would you?" Rio asked suspiciously.

"A lot of us like her since she came over to our side," Opal grinned, "and she keeps you in line – most of the time."

"Just to keep things straight," Rio sneered. "I keep her in line damn it."

"Oh please," Opal rolled her eyes, "one little whimper and a look from those soulful eyes and off to the bedroom you two go."

"Grrrr – as long as everyone knows that she's mine," Rio was now embarrassed.

"And that's why we would come to help you, Rio," Opal gobbled a quick bite. I tried not to laugh.

"Zane," Rio pointed her fork at me, "if you are trying to tell me I have friends, I'll bleed you like a little bitch."

"Who me?" I grinned. "Perish the thought that anyone likes you or considers you 'user-friendly'."

"I'm the soul of friendliness – fuck you," she snipped then smirked at me. 

"Opal, Rio met Cappy's dad and that didn't go well," I enlightened my shower buddy.

"What went wrong?" Opal sighed. With Rio, you never knew.

"It is the whole bullshit of get your degree, go home, get married and start pumping out babies because that's some twisted vision of God's will," Rio stated angrily.

"Most of the girls here are like that Rio," Opal responded. "Now hold on – they want to get married but we can certainly help them find the right guy and not some bum foisted on them by their families."

"Opal, that's positively human of you," Rio wondered.

"I was the bad girl before you two arrived," Opal snickered. "I wasn't in your league but I had radical thoughts."

"The first day in the shower showed me as much," I confessed.

"Well, that first body wash confirmed you weren't a girl," Opal bumped my hip with hers. "With Rio – well, it took us a while to figure out she wasn't a guy with a really small penis." Rio reached across me and smacked Opal.

"My desire to be in the driver's seat doesn't make me a guy," Rio griped.

"You are only the second person on this campus to have a girlfriend Rio," Opal rubbed her shoulder. "Give us a chance to adjust."

"Adjust? I'm hoping for some conversions," Rio quipped.

"Okay then, what are you doing tonight? Brigit and I are at loose ends," Opal offered. 

Rio stopped eating and looked over at Opal.

"Sure, but the first one to suggest a pillow fight or that we paint our nails gets an attitude adjustment," Rio demanded.

"I can hear Brigit's quim quivering already," Opal leered. "It's a date."

(Raven – and Paige again)

We had packed the last of our firearms away in the van modified to be a secure courier when the families in attendance and some of the other students gather around the bus. I spotted Raven hanging back with an older woman who was a bit heavier than she was. I walked over to make sure she was okay.

"Hey Raven," I slipped past her guard and gave her a hug. She tensed up and muttered something.

"What?" I wondered.

"This is my mother, Carol," Raven said softly. She kept looking down at the ground.

"It is nice to meet you Mr. Braxton," Carol greeted me. She seemed to be studying me intently as if she was expecting something from me.

"It is nice to meet you to Ma'am," I grinned. "Raven is a really good friend to me and I couldn't be doing as well in English without her."

"Do you and my daughter have a close relationship?" she pried. I could feel Raven start to fold up next to me in embarrassment.

"I don't know what you mean?" I inquired.

"Mom, we are just friends," Raven said sadly. Oh, now I thought I understood.

"Mrs. – Raven's Mom – Carol, please understand that being the only male in such a large female student body, several girls put all kinds of pressures on me," I began. "Your daughter is unique in that she treats me like a student first and that she truly helps me get by. If I couldn't touch base with her from time to time I might go nuts."

"Oh," the Mom sounded somewhat disappointed.

"Raven, how many girls have you helped me get away from?" I tried a different angle.

"I...Paige, oh God Paige," Raven rumbled then, "and Barbie Lynn, and Rio and that girl Iona."

"You really do help him with other girls?" Carol sounded surprised.

"Yes Mom," Raven perked up. "Girls are always swarming around Zane – they won't let him study unless I'm around." Not totally the truth but hey.

"I hope you understand that my daughter thinks a great deal of you," Carol drilled me with her over-productive Momma eyes.

"The feeling is mutual," I nodded. The bus's horn beeped – it was time for us to board. "Raven, give me a kiss for luck at the meet?" Raven looked shocked but reached up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek. I reciprocated the gesture and turned to leave. I had made it half way when I got blindsided and staggered.

Several kisses smothered my face.

"Hey Lover," Paige panted. "Good luck shooting shit and taking names."

"I'm a spotter Paige. I don't actually shoot things," I clarified.

"Good," she purred then stroked my cock. "Save more of that for me."

"Who is that?" I heard Carol ask her daughter.

"That's Paige," Raven growled with menace. Yeah, lots of love there.

"Zane," Hope said evenly. We were ready to go. I gave Paige one more kiss and a squeeze on her ass then slipped passed Hope and got on the bus.

Hope got on after me and Gorman started up the bus.

"Well, that's not a send-off I'm used to," Genesis chuckled over Paige and I.

"If it breaks his concentration, it won't be the only thing I'm sending off," Hope informed the bus to even more chuckles. Hell, it's a gun club; a bit of bloodthirstiness was to be expected.



Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 34



*Some masks hide who we are. Others show who we want to be*

(Thanks to a ton of people who helped with this who gave me patience, suggestions, read through it and occasionally kicked my ass to get me back on the job. Thanks too to Frontma for the final edit.)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) 

*

As Rio and I pulled into the driveway of my house, I noted both the progress Aunt Jill's contractors were making on the extension being built to shelter the motorcycles that were now hanging out at the place and their number. I also saw a bike that I didn't recognize with a brazen gang emblem on the saddle bags -- Stormrider's, not Valarie's.

Rio was still sulking over Mercy being with her parents. It was Saturday night so she had less than a day to go before Homecoming ended and Fall Break began. The hope was that Mercy could convince her parents she was required to stay on campus for the week school was out. Considering what her family patriarch thought of women's opinions, we didn't think she had a prayer.

"A lot of bikes," Rio noted. "I don't care what Jill says, I'm grabbing a few beers."

"Don't run around the front yard naked or swing from the rafters and we'll do fine," I joked. I wasn't going to fight Rio on this -- I was preparing for a hung-over Rio at Church in the morning.

We heard laughter as we stepped onto the porch. I swung the door open and announced us.

"Jill -- it's me and Rio," I said. The laughter died down and I heard footsteps coming my way.

Jill and I met at the entry to the living room. We hugged, kissed and then she showed us in. Belle and Willa were regulars and Valarie was expected. The ginger-haired woman with a beer and a smile was unknown to me, though.

"Zane, Rio, this is Fontana Palmer, Valarie's mother," Jill introduced us.

"How's the leg, Old Lady?" Rio grinned. That's Rio for you. Fontana turned to Valarie.

"You were right -- you can't go ten minutes without wanting to punch her," she chuckled.

"I got it for you," Belle hopped up. Rio, in her foul mood, was ready to get in a scrap right then and there but I knew that was plain stupid.

"Come on, Belle," I intervened. "GF problems."

"Yours or hers?" Belle hesitated.

"Hers," I answered. Belle leaned past me and looked seriously at Rio.

"Mercy's in trouble?" Belle sounded concerned. Willa half-turned on the sofa to get a better view of things.

"She's with her," Rio bit down on the expletive for Jill's sake, "parents."

"Ah, what a bitch," Belle moved past me and led Rio to the sofa. "Isn't it great when the folks decide that you aren't good enough for their little pride and joy? Been there, done that."

Belle handed Rio her beer then looked back at me.

"Zane, two more beers," she ordered.

"Hi, Zane," I mocked myself, "Glad to have you back. How did the match go?"

"It is good to have you back, Zane," Jill touched my arm. "How did the match go?"

"What was the match in?" Fontana inquired.

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Palmer," I corrected my rudeness. 

"He was in a marksmanship competition," Valarie jumped in. "How did you and Hope do?"

"Hope took top spot but it was close," I informed them. "The number two guy came in .02 points behind and third was .08. The team took third place." All I have to say is those two guys scared the crap out of me. Apparently they shoot moose with .22's in their spare time or some shit like that.

"Congratulations, Zane," Willa grinned. The room followed suit -- except for Rio. I motioned Jill to return to her chair and made for the stairs.

"Beers, bitch," Belle teased me. "Sorry, Jill -- beers, Punk." I opted to not make a scene so I dropped my bag, went to the fridge, and got two beers.

By the time I got back, Rio had buried her first beer and grabbed for her second. Belle took hers and winked.

"What? No tip?" I wondered.

"Oh, what were you expecting?" Belle tilted back her head.

I ran a hand through her hair, leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Our tongues darted forth, then danced back and forth within our mouths. I put a hand on her shoulder then let it migrate down to her breast. I squeezed it gently and Belle moaned. I broke the kiss and smiled at her.

"That'll do," I chuckled. Belle's eyes were alight and she was smiling as well.

Jill was looking into the fireplace and blushing, Rio was blasé, working through her beer, but the other three women were staring at me.

"Beer, Zane," Valarie leered. Fontana, far from being protective, patted her daughter on the shoulder.

"Oh, hell no," I waved off. "I was crawling through the woods all morning then spent the rest of the day riding in a bus with other smelly athletes. I'm putting my bag in my room and taking a shower."

"Are you sure you know what to do showering alone?" Valarie called after me. Bitch.

The first thing I noted was that someone had been sleeping in my bed. My money was on Fontana. I'd deal with that later but at the moment, all I wanted to do was get clean. As the hot water scalded away the grime and sweat I thought happy thoughts about Hope. She hadn't complimented me but she hadn't a bad thing to say about my performance either.

In a way I felt 'in the zone'. I caught the range, slope and wind changes like a pro and I thought her score showed it. I knew she wanted the team to do better but with the youth of the squad, coming in third out of a field of twelve felt good to me. For Hope, nothing short of first would do.

By the time I got downstairs, I was shirtless, wearing gym shorts, and drying my hair with a towel. The group had migrated to the den, the TV was on, and the conversation was muted. Jill's look told me I should have put on more clothes. I only wanted to unwind. The looks the other women were giving me were far less motherly.

I groaned, shook my head and went to the kitchen for some OJ. When I returned, I looked around for a seat and decided to sit down at Jill's feet. She leaned forward and patted my shoulder. That was fine. Valarie and her mother constantly stealing my glances my way was less so.

Rio was nursing a beer and her hurt feelings, Belle was running her hand through Rio's hair in a strangely comforting gesture, and Willa seemed amused by the whole affair. At the commercial break, Fontana stood up.

"Zane, can I talk to you alone for a minute -- outside," she requested.

"Sure," I half stood then, "Wait, does this involve me and pain?" She snorted mirthfully.

"No," she smirked. "If you behave I won't hurt you too much."

"Go on, you wuss," Rio teased. "It isn't like you've despoiled her daughter or anything."

"But I didn't," I explained desperately.

"That's right," Willa joked. "It isn't like you two have rolled around in that -- it's not a bed. What is it?"

"It is a sleeping platform," I mumbled. "I got tired of girls taking a header off my bed."

"That's awful considerate of you," Fontana smiled warmly. "A moment, please."

I followed her into the hall, then reluctantly outside to the porch. I was wearing shorts and it was cold so I folded my arms to conserve some warmth. Fontana moved a few more steps down the porch, turned, and looked me over.

"Zane, thank you for being a good friend to Valarie," Fontana began.

That wasn't what I was expecting to hear.

"Umm -- okay," I responded.

"See," Fontana went on, "when her father forced this on her to make her into his mold of what a good Christian woman should be, I was afraid the experience would leave her bitter."

"Why is she doing this anyway?" I asked. "She's eighteen and can make her own choices."

"Oh," Fontana mused thoughtfully. She paced back and forth once. "She likes you so much I assumed she told you." She paused for a moment. "After my problem with the law, my ex threatened to keep my other two daughters from me unless Valarie came to FFU."

"Oh, the fuck you say," I growled. My arms came down and I balled up my fists. "Listen, I know a pretty good lawyer if you want someone to have another go at your case -- or I can shove his head down a toilet until he changes his mind." Fontana laughed.

"No, you are doing enough. Stormriders take care of themselves most of the time but it's good to have friends too," Fontana smiled.

"Valarie is having a great time at school. She likes the girls she's met -- well, some of them -- and she's happy that so many are heading out our way over the summer," Fontana went on. "She's very proud."

"I would have never guessed," I replied sarcastically.

"No, really," Fontana faked her surprise well. "I know she hides it well but she's really proud of where she comes from. Honest." She paused again. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

"Why haven't you and my daughter hooked up? She won't tell me," Fontana questioned.

"I'm not sure," I worked out. "I've never pressed her. She may not like having sex with the eternal audience that hovers around me. Maybe she's respectful of all the other women in my life right now. All those answers sound plausible."

"Ha," Fontana laughed. "Stormriders aren't exactly bashful. She says your girlfriend, Heaven, shares but I think she really likes you because you aren't hitting on her."

"She likes me because I respect her boundaries? Oh, Gawd," I groaned. "At times I really wish I was an asshole. As it is, I'm afraid that one day my dick is going to fall off." Fontana walked up, patted my crotch.

"That would be a pity," she whispered into my ear before heading inside.

Because I Must Secretly Abhor a Good Night's Sleep

(Later that evening)

At school, I slept on a contraption that easily slept twelve and was often occupied by eight. I go home so I can sleep -- on the sofa? See, Valarie and her mom were in my room -- they were guests after all. In the prepared guest room, now Belle's room, Willa and Belle had crashed out. We had three other rooms upstairs but Jill hadn't gotten around into making anything of them.

Rio was supposed to join Valarie and Fontana in my bed but somewhere between 12 and 20 beers (she and Belle were sharing) Rio decided to grab a throw pillow, curl up on the floor and pass out/go to sleep. An effort to rouse her failed so I put a quilt over her and let her sleep it off. After 11:00 Jill went upstairs and the rest followed her to bed. I put a few logs on the fire and laid down to sleep on the sofa.

I couldn't have been asleep more than an hour when I felt something nudge my hip. I looked up to see Fontana's ass pressed against my side, her looking down into my eyes. Fontana was beautiful but in a hard, flinty way. She was mature but compact, like a she-wolf with little padding or softness to her.

Her long ginger hair was pulled back in a ponytail though her bangs were hanging loose. She wore a tight grey t-shirt that said 'Eyes Up!' that highlighted her breasts. Sure, a bit of a sag in her 36C's but very nice. The shirt only came halfway down her belly, fully exposing her bright red bikini brief panties to my gaze.

Her eyes were the same blue as Valarie's and danced in the fading fire's light. There were lines around her eyes and her face was weathered but strong. I could have stupidly asked what she wanted but, hey, she was sitting next to me, dressed like that after 'lights out'. I propped my upper body with my right elbow while reaching out with my left and cupping her right cheek.

As I drew her to me, Fontana twisted her body around so that she straddled me. I had to scoot my body toward the edge to give her knee room to settle down. She kissed me with a steady intensity that slowly pushed my head back to my pillow.

"Man, you are easy," she breathed playfully after we broke a long embrace.

"I thought I'd have to explain myself or some other shit like that," she added.

"If there's anything else I need to know, you'll tell me," I said softly as I brushed her bangs aside. "I figure Valarie already knows you are down here."

"Oh, yeah," she laughed. Rio stirred on the floor.

"Some chick named Leigh crawled through your window," Fontana whispered.

"Oh -- sorry about that," I muttered.

"That's okay," Fontana grinned. "Val sent her over to Belle's room." Oh, yeah, there was going to be some feedback on that; feeding a sorority/college chick to Belle in the middle of the night.

I had to go get Leigh -- eventually. I didn't want to be rude to Fontana, though. I put both hands to the side of Fontana's head and pulled her back into a deep French kiss. We hummed and moaned for several minutes, doing nothing more than twisting our tongues and saliva back and forth.

When Fontana finally came back up for air, she was really smiling.

"You don't just fuck a girl, do you?" she snickered. "This is nice, but I still want to get fucked." She began grinding her crotch against me so I decided to move things along. I let my arms gently drop down her front, fondling her breasts briefly before moving down to her panties.

Being subtle -- I put two of my fingers from each hand inside her panties and worked them down the miniscule distance allowed by her legs being spread to either side of me. Fontana chuckled, dismounted and shimmied out of her underwear. I threw off my blanket lickety-split and yanked/pulled/kicked off my shorts.

Fontana remounted me slowly, letting me drink in the beauty of her body. My cock was lying flat against my stomach as she settled her labia against the base of my shaft. I put my hands on her hips and began to rock her back and forth over my rod. Fontana placed her palms on my shoulders as she leaned forward. This allowed me to migrate my hands back to her butt cheeks.

"Ass man?" she teased.

"I like sexy," I rolled my hips beneath her, "and you are definitely that and more."

"Flatterer," she huffed playfully.

"Bullshit," I challenged her. "When was the last time you went home alone when you didn't want to?"

"You think I get picked up in bars?" she mused.

"You are more of the hunter than the prey," I countered.

"Good boy," she grinned.

"I hang out with dangerous women all the time," I grinned back. "I have to be good on my feet."

Fontana was moving back and forth rapidly and her vaginal fluids began to make both of us slick. By the uptake in her breathing, I could tell she was aroused. To prove it, she propped up on one knee, took my penis in her hand and aimed it at her pussy. She played with it along her slit, getting it extra wet.

A guttural growl escaped her lips as my cockhead pierced her lips and began to penetrate her. Now, Fontana wasn't a tight fit -- in fact, she was rather loose but not uncomfortably so. She more than compensated by exhibiting extraordinary vaginal muscle control and soon was sucking my cock in.

"Oh, yeah," she exhaled as her pussy ground all the way down. She kept her eyes on me, pleased with herself and my reactions to her machinations. Fontana began bending forward then pushing up. This brought her tits back into my focus. Her shirt was so tight they didn't move much but that only made them more enticing to me.

I gave her ass one playful slap before making a move on her breasts. The spanking earned me an arched eyebrow and a smirk. Fontana certainly didn't stop me from massaging her breasts. She even moved her hands to the back of her hips so that her chest was thrust forward. I followed that move by pushing up with one arm. My lips latched onto her left breast while my hand clutched her right one.

Suckling on her nipple through her shirt was tough going. Fontana had mercy on me. She took her shirt and began lifting it up in slow, tantalizing bits. She was playing me like a pro and I loved it. When she got to the swell of her breast, I lowered my head down and began running my tongue along the base, sweet with her sweat.

Fontana showed her approval by keeping her shirt there for some time. I could have pushed my hand beneath the shirt but I didn't. I wanted her to give it to me. She finally did give me her exposed breast and I dove straight on her pinky-sized nipple, sucked on it, and bit down lightly. Fontana jolted and hissed out but also pressed her tit harder into my mouth.

"Someone trained you well," Fontana purred. I mumbled something. "What was that?"

"Several somebodies," I clarified, then smacked back onto her tit. I didn't use my teeth again, keeping it sensual and compassionate without being rough. Fontana was encouraging my efforts so I felt I was doing well.

She finished working her shirt off. She cupped the breast I was suckling on so I could play with more of it. Her right hand reached down and touched my face. Fontana traced along my temple, to my cheek, and finally to my lips. She pressed two fingers between my lips and I sucked them in, letting my tongue play with the tips of her fingers along with the nipple.

The effect got Fontana huffing like a steam engine. Her thrusts down on me became stronger but more erratic until she erupted in a primal scream. Poor Jill.

"Aaaaiiieee!" she went off. Fontana's vaginal muscles spasmed around my cock while fluids sloshed down onto my crotch, down my ass, and onto the sofa cushions.

"Fuck it all," Fontana heaved breathlessly. "Too bad you are a millionaire playboy. You'd make a great bitch on the back of my bike."

"I was thinking the same thing," I panted.

"Really?" she eyed me skeptically.

"Yeah, you would make one hell of a personal secretary in my office," I snickered.

"Oh, you bastard," she laughed, before drawing me into a kiss. We fell back onto the cushions, making my hold on her breasts a bit difficult. I let my restless hands roam back to her ass and grabbed each taut cheek. She had a really hard, muscular ass with just enough play to be fun.

Fontana wiggled her hips between light kisses to my lips and nose.

"Somehow, something big and hard has gotten inside me," she teased. "What are we going to do about that?"

"Well, you wanted me to be the bitch on the back of your bike so let me get behind you so you can find out what it would be like," I dared her.

Fontana didn't say anything for the longest second.

"Don't get carried away back there," she warned me. "I'll let you know if I want any kind of 'special treatment'." Okay, no butt sex. Fontana wiggled her hips as she rose up off my cock until it slapped down on my stomach.

I pulled my knees up and Fontana turned around and went down on all fours on the other end of the sofa. Yeah, that was a magnificently sculpted ass. I moved behind her, pushing her right knee forward so I could kneel behind her with my right leg straddling hers. Then it was only a matter of lining my penis with her cunt and sliding it in.

She murmured happily as my rod twitched and penetrated inside her. I made a few strokes in as she gently pushed back against me. Once we had our rhythm, I leaned onto her back and began playing with her breasts once more. It was a slow, casual love-making; neither one of us was in a hurry.

Fontana began dipping her back down then thrust up as she contracted her vagina around my shaft and cockhead.

"Oh, God," I groaned as she built up the pressure on me.

"That's what you get for playing nice," Fontana purred.

"I thought you might enjoy a nice, slow screw," I ground out as my balls tightened.

"Oh, I do -- but I'd like to get some sleep too, Zane," she lustfully taunted me. I sat back up and placed my hand on her hips. Then I began picking up the pace, the wet slapping sound beginning to echo around the room. Fontana grunted as I pounded her, her ass and thighs absorbing much of my impact.

"Cu- -- cumming," I warned her. Fontana went from her hands to her elbows to maximize penetration.

"I'm ready, Honey," she huffed. "You can give me all you've got." It wasn't what she said but the way she said it that set me off. 




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 34



I was ejaculating before I knew it. I slammed my penis as far into her as I could while my semen shot out. Every time a strand of my seed painted Fontana's womb, she let out little 'ahs' until I was done. Even then, I held her tight until my cock began to deflate. I fell back on my heels and Fontana shifted so that she was lying on her side and looking back at me.

"Happy?" she quizzed me.

"Oh, yeah," I exhaled happily. "You?"

"Honestly, I expected to get hammered -- but I liked this more," Fontana smiled. "It was nice to know you weren't simply fucking some biker slut."

"Oh, hell no," I chuckled. "If I did that, the line for my ass kicking would go around the corner and Belle would head it up." Fontana's response was musical.

"Valarie said you live under the constant threat of girls beating you up," she teased.

"You think you've beaten my ass tonight?" I crawled toward her hungrily.

"Nope," Fontana waved me off. "I'm willing to call this one a draw. You came, I came; we are even."

"But I want to end up on top," I growled. Fontana rolled onto her back and let me part her legs and poise my body above hers.

"You are going to be loads of fun this summer," she sighed as I slipped my hardening cock into her once more. "Loads of fun." That's right, if I couldn't hook up with Valarie's mom this summer, I could always get together with one of her friends in one of the Southwest's women's correction facilities. I understood that I was popular in prison.

(Belle, Leigh and Willa -- oh, what the hell am I doing?)

I let Fontana go upstairs first while I cleaned up in the downstairs bathroom. I snuck back to the sofa, got dressed, and dropped down beside the snoozing Rio. I kissed her on the top of her head -- she's my best friend after all. Then I kissed her on the ear and she lazily swatted me away.

"Bad little piggy," she mumbled. She thought I was Mercy.

I was hoping she was having happy dreams; she deserved them. I was still a long way from my own sleepy time. I had to go save/retrieve Leigh from Belle. Personally, I liked Belle, but she really didn't like most college kids and expressed that in a very aggressive style. I padded upstairs to Belle's door, heard a muted buzzing from within, and knocked softly.

I heard someone get out of bed and come to the door. Willa initially eyed me cautiously but smiled when she saw it was me and not Aunt Jill.

"We captured a home invader," she winked as she let me in then shut the door behind me.

"Hi, Zane," Belle rotated her head and looked at me.

Belle was on her side on the bed. Leigh was beside her, half her shirt stuffed in her mouth, her hands cuffed in front of her and she'd been crying -- and cumming a great deal. Belle had a black six-inch vibrator out and was rubbing it along Leigh's pubic mound and thighs, currently avoiding Leigh's cunny.

"We are teaching this bitch how to fucking knock on a door," Belle explained.

"Absolutely," Willa confirmed. "For some strange reason she just jumped into our bed half-naked and started humping Belle." That had to have gone over famously.

Leigh's plea was muffled but I could see the desperation in her eyes.

"She's quite the cunt-lapper when she shuts up," Belle grinned wickedly at me. "She kept claiming she was looking for you but everyone knows the two of us don't sleep together; right?"

"Of course not," I agreed. "If we were going to have sex, it would be downstairs on the sofa." Damn, that sofa gets a lot of sex. Aunt Jill must use a ton of Fabreeze on it.

"So, are you here to get a piece or do you want me to let her go?" Belle eyed me seriously.

"She's a good friend, Belle. She meant no harm. Valarie sent her over here after she crawled in my window," I explained. "Please let her go."

"If I don't?" Belle kept eye-balling me.

I could ball up my fists and talk about how this was my house -- blah -- blah -- blah -- but that would make me a douche.

"Well, then, I guess Leigh's boned until the Kappa Sigmas send out a search party. It is your home too," I sighed. Leigh squealed something that might have been 'No'.

Belle turned back to Leigh and pulled the shirt out of Leigh's mouth.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Belle taunted Leigh. Leigh had to work the saliva back into her mouth before she could speak.

"Sorry. I'm really sorry I broke into your room and I won't do it again," Leigh pleaded.

"And you'll leave Zane alone?" Belle pressed.

"I -- umm -- I -- ah, screw that. Put the vibrator back in," Leigh insisted. "It will take more than you two (Belle and Willa) to convince me to give that dick up."

Belle snorted and Willa laughed.

Belle rubbed the vibrator up Leigh's thigh and onto her clit, causing her to jolt and writhe on the bed. By the look of Leigh's vulva, she'd already been worked over pretty well but she was willing to take on even more over-stimulation to keep having sex with me; how humbling. On the other hand, Belle wasn't the kind to take Leigh's devotion at face value.

Belle wanted to put Leigh through an ordeal; I couldn't talk her out of it. I could be there for Leigh though. I walked around the bed tailed by Willa, crawled up on the bed and settled in on the far side of Leigh.

"Who said you could get on my bed?" Belle sneered. Okay, then...

"Your room -- my friend," I pointed out. "Do you want to step outside and settle this?"

"Seriously, Nancy?" Belle smiled. "You want to do this now? For her?"

"Would you prefer I pick and choose how and when to support my friends?" I countered.

"Let's go," she hopped out of bed. "Back or front yard?"

"Backyard; I'd hate to embarrass you in public," I responded with a toothy grin.

"Let's go, Nancy," Belle sneered. Nancy as in 'Nancy-boy'. This was going to be fun. I'm wearing my old shorts, Belle is in a tight black Fallout Shelter t-shirt and black panties that she's had for a while -- I can see a tiny bit of white elastic peeking through the worn waistband.

"Willa, please un-handcuff Leigh and bring her along?" I requested.

"Willa, keep a hand on her. I haven't finished with Leigh yet," Belle called over her shoulder.

As we made our way out the back door I couldn't help but up the ante.

"Belle, after I kick your ass you're going to wear a dress to church tomorrow," I prodded her.

"Oh, yeah," she laughed loudly. "After I stomp you into the ground, I'm going to have my name tattooed on your ass as my property." I had a feeling that my laugh was less convincing. Belle quick-stepped/skipped out onto the cold grass. The outside lights had come on when the motion sensors picked us up.

I followed Belle at a more sedate pace with Willa and Leigh trailing behind.

"Kick her butt," Leigh encouraged me. Willa looked around for the garden hose. She was going to soak the first one of us to get knocked out. There was none of that pansy submission shit for Belle -- that would be too damn easy.

Belle spun around to confront me. She shook out her arms and began closing.

"From the first time we met I wanted to know how tough you were," she gave me a feral smile.

I gave her a snap-kick to the chest in response, sending her flying back and rolling over in the grass. I didn't chase after her, though.

From Rio, I had learned that Belle's style was one part wrestling, one part boxing, and padded with dirty tricks. Belle summersaulted over and came up on her feet with that feral look still in her eyes. This time I met her halfway. I feinted, she failed to fall for it then we both followed up with a series of boxing jabs and blocks.

Belle got in a blow to my ribs, swung at my head and missed, then took my jab to her face, cutting her lip. She licked the blood and her eyes blazed with passion. Belle caught me off-guard by tackling me. That took us to the ground with her on top, straddling me and raining blows down on my head.

She landed a good blow to my cheek, which stung. I was able to grab her head and head-butt her in response. That stunned her so I head-butted her again. She swayed back on her hips. I pushed her further back, sat up, and received a head-butt in return -- fuck, that hurt! Belle took the advantage by pinning my left arm back.

She was about to smash my face again but I punched her in the throat. That brought her up short long enough for me to twist my hips and roll us over. I tried to escape so Belle wrapped her legs around my waist. Our hands sought out each other's arms. I won that little contest, finally crossing her arms across her chest. Belle tried to take a bite out of my arm.

Damn. She was serious about this fight. I scooted my knees under Belle's ass, leveraged our bodies up then slammed us to the ground -- twice. On the second go-round, her grip slipped. This allowed me to pop her in the temple which led in rapid succession to me getting behind her and applying a chokehold while we were still on the ground.

By this time, my legs were around her waist, from behind, and despite several elbows to the ribs and fingers raking my arm, her efforts eventually became feeble, then stopped. I pushed her off of me and just lay there, catching my breath for half a minute. I was roused by Willa hitting us with terribly cold water from the hose.

Belle and I sat up at the same time, arms resting on our knees and looking at each other. Belle glared at me initially, then chuckled and shook her head.

"Rio's been holding back on me," Belle rasped. "She said Hope beat you with wrestling moves."

"She did," I groaned, "but she's been giving me some pointers over the past few weeks. Don't take it out on Rio. She has the attention span of a weasel."

I stood up first. I offered Belle my hand but she snorted.

"Don't make me slap you, damn it. I'll get my own ass out of the dirt," she grumbled.

Before I could say anything, Leigh ran to me. She was giddy, and horny, from the contest she had just witnessed.

"I knew you could do it," she kissed my face. "Now let's go in and have some sex!"

"Ask Belle," I replied. "This fight was for me being allowed on the bed. You still need to pay for breaking into her room."

"What?" Leigh squeaked.

"Come here, Slut," Belle laughed. She hooked an arm around Leigh's waist from behind and began dragging her back into the house.

"Zane?" Leigh called out fearfully.

"Coming -- coming," I groaned. "I feel like someone dropped a cinderblock on my head -- and my ribs." I staggered for the door only to be intercepted by Willa.

"You are one freaking weird dude," she whispered.

"You have no idea," I responded softly. As she came alongside, I put my arm around her waist -- then down inside her panties, and cupped her right ass cheek.

I gave it a good squeeze. I figure Willa could pull away or punch me in my sore ribs. Instead, she bumped my hip and put her head on my shoulder.

"Have you ever been with another woman?" I asked.

"No," she regarded me.

"Willing to experiment?" I teased her. She smiled, snaked a hand along my back to my neck and finally grabbed a handful of hair. She pulled me down into a kiss and finished with her own devilish grin. I took that to be a yes.

We made our way back to Belle's room, where Belle and I stripped out of our wet clothes.

"You don't have to handcuff me," Leigh begged of Belle. "I'll behave."

"I know you'll be a good girl, but I don't care. I'll do it because I want to," Belle taunted her. Leigh pouted and looked my way. I shrugged helplessly in response. She stripped, crawled to the middle of the bed, rolled onto her back, and put her wrists together just below her breasts.

"I'd rather fight than be a victim," Belle mocked her as the bindings clicked shut.

"No, that's some dick, you skank," Leigh wound up her courage. Belle's response was to retrieve the vibrator and turn it on.

"Calling me a skank makes you feel tough, eh?" Belle closed in.

The vibrator began rubbing against Leigh's thighs as I settled into the bed behind Belle. Willa resumed her position on the far side after she stripped down. Belle gave me a curious look over her shoulder before turning back to Leigh. I snuggled into Belle before nibbling and sucking on her neck and shoulder.

As Belle pushed the vibrator between Leigh's labia, I ran my left arm down Belle's back and parted her ass cheeks. I could feel Belle look over her shoulder again -- my lips were sucking on her shoulder at that moment -- and visually question what I thought I was doing. I could sense a struggle going through her mind by the increased tenseness of her shoulders.

She had to be deciding if she would let me distract her or not. A moment later she made up her mind; she bent her leg and pulled her knee toward her chest to make my access to her easier. I scooted farther down so I could move my hand below her ass and begin stroking her pussy, back to front.

Belle wiggled the vibrator inside Leigh's vagina as my fingers worked her over. She kept it going until she felt my cock pushing past her butt cheeks. Belle didn't caution me about her anus; she didn't have to. When my cockhead touched her vagina, Belle responded by looking back at me, daring me to stick it in.

"Do you want me to stop, Belle?" I gazed into her eyes. Belle's response was to suddenly push down on my cock, pushing it half way in with one thrust.

"Fuck," she hissed. I grabbed her hip and finished driving my rod all the way in. I quickly withdrew, then slammed it home again.

At the same time, I moved my right hand, pinned underneath me, under Belle's body, until I burrowed to her pelvis. Belle began humming as my hand reached her slender landing strip. I also noticed that her activity with Leigh had lightened up. Her vagina walls strongly massaged my cock's passage and the stimulation was soaking up more and more of Belle's attention.

The vibrator cut off. Belle had dropped it so she could start pulling and pinching her breasts as my four fingers began to vigorously rub her clit. For five minutes I kept going at her sideways until she grabbed the sheets so she could shove her body into mine and almost pushed me off the bed. Her climax seized her, her breath came in short gasps and tremors passed from her body to mine.

"Damn it," Belle cursed. It took me a moment to figure out what she was pissed about. She began thrusting back against me. "Still hard, huh?" she growled. Why, yes I was, but I wasn't going to tease her about it. I missed the visual exchange between Willa and Belle but the end result was Belle giving in, letting Leigh off the hook.

"I'm getting on top, Zane," Belle demanded. What proceeded was a bit of bedroom acrobatics but I kept my penis inside as I moved towards the bed's center while Belle swung up to a reverse cowgirl position. I pushed up, palms on the bed behind me, and watched her ass begin to bounce on my lap.

At first, Belle rested her hands on my shins and used that to balance her rocking and thrusting of the hips.

"Don't, Zane," Belle panted as I pressed my chest against her back. When I wrapped my arms around her, she made one last protest. "Oh, damn you."

I hugged Belle tight, my left arm around her stomach and the right around her chest. She slowed down for a few seconds before turning her upper body so that we could kiss. Our tongues flickered against each other, then slowly danced back and forth between our mouths.

"I really should bite you right now," Belle sighed.

"What the hell for?" I muttered.

"I'm going to have to look across the room now and find a reason for not jumping your bones, you idiot," she breathed in short bursts.

"Someone likes being 'Zaned'," Leigh teased. Willa slapped her somewhere; I couldn't see where.

"Shut up unless you want to be tied up all night," Willa whispered. I was busy letting my hands migrate over Belle's tight body now that I had 'permission' to sex her up. I let Belle lean into me. Her hands cupped her breasts while my hands went from her shoulders to the top of the tits but avoided the nipples.

I skated around her upper chest, linking my hands over her pulsing abdomen then lightly traveling down to her thighs.

"You are not in a hurry," Belle observed breathlessly.

"It is our first time," I reminded her.

"Oh," was all she had to say. Her body rubbing against me was her real reply. It was with gradual ease that we upped our tempo until Belle finally 'gave it up' again. This time I came with her -- and I completely spaced about a condom -- again. Belle writhed her body against mine for almost a minute as we regained our composure and our breaths.

"You came in me, didn't you?" Belle said seriously.

"Yeah, I screwed up. I'm sorry," I groaned.

"What are we going to name our kid?" Belle showed a tiny bit of mirth.

"I'm partial to Beausephus if it is a boy," I told her as I kissed her neck, "and Andromeda if it is a girl."

"Our kid is going to kick ass," Belle laughed.

"Aren't you on the pill?" Leigh wondered.

"Listen, you stupid Cunt," Belle twisted on my semi-rigid cock so she could lock eyes with Leigh, "do I look like I can afford Healthcare?"

"Answer me, Bitch," Belle began wiggling off my lap and out of my arms.

"Let it go," I begged Belle.

"Don't think that just because you have my dick in my cunt, that makes me your bitch," Belle growled to me.

"As your friend, I'm asking you to drop -- 'my dick'?" I hesitated. "Just because MY dick is in your cunt doesn't make it your dick," I teased.

"Crap -- slip of the tongue," Belle mumbled.

"It's okay," both Leigh and I said.

"Several of our girls feel that way," Leigh added. "We feel possessive about that cock."

"What she said," I finished. "That's why when it is not attached, I keep it in a locked box."

Belle snorted and Willa and Leigh laughed.

"You went with the detachable penis?" Belle stared at me. "That's so sad."

"Hey, now," I blushed. "I have a horny naked biker babe sitting in my lap, with my dick in her vagina. I'm a little shaken up right now."

"You can be real trying at times," Belle leaned into me compassionately.

"What? You said you wanted me to try your ass?" I joked. "Okay."

Belle's vaginal muscles constricted around my cock, exciting me to hardness again.

"You rip up my ass and I'm going to rip off your balls," Belle grinned shark-like.

"Your? No, I meant Willa's ass," I verbally back-pedaled. "Look, she's sitting there, ass up looking all inviting, lush, and full-formed."

"You wouldn't dare," Willa smirked at me. By her own accounts, Willa loved anal sex, but apparently it wasn't something she normally shared. Belle's instincts were leading her past the deception.

"Are you freaky, Willa?" Belle mocked her friend.

"Hey," Leigh piped up. "Barbie Lynn likes it and she's no freak."

I rolled onto my side, trying to let Belle slide off my shaft.

"Am I going somewhere?" Belle turned and joked with me. I shrugged, put my left hand on her shoulder and pumped into her hard several times.

"Okay, okay," Belle panted. "Go bang Willa. My pussy is still tingling from the last orgasm, Stud." Belle twisted onto her stomach which allowed my cock to pop free. Belle moaned sensually and lay there for a minute with her eyes closed. Dangerously, Leigh crawled over Belle's still form, retrieved something from Belle's nightstand, and handed it to me -- lube.

Leigh must have seen Belle pull it out and lube up the vibrator before shoving it in. Belle wasn't a total sadist. I slipped beside Willa who kept drinking me in with her eyes.

"Where do you think you are going with that?" she said. Willa remained on her stomach, her ass proudly pointing up and proffered.

"Would you like to try anal?" I winked. "I'm sure if you try it, you'll like it."

"This won't make me your Old Lady," Willa teased back. "I'll try it. Let's see what you've got." 

"I only want to make you happy," I breathed into her ear. Willa shivered in anticipation.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 34



I brushed her hair to the far side of her head then kissed the top of her neck. Willa began to murmur pleasurably as I trailed butterfly kisses down her spine to her tailbone. A single finger stroked farther down to her pussy and down to her pubic mound. Willa was only lightly shaved, keeping her bush full.

The return trip lingered around her anus, pushing slightly and making Willa moan. She opened her legs farther and farther apart as I continued to rub her gently. With my free hand, I opened the tube of lubricant and let it pour down her ass cheeks. I teased her sphincter twice but abandoned it to rub the thick liquid all over her pussy and perineum.

Recall that Willa was going through a long, dry spell -- being an undercover officer in an outlaw biker gang -- so she was bursting at the seams for sexual contact.

"Damn it, Zane," she pleaded.

"Willa, you are a freak," Belle chuckled.

"Watching him work has gotten me so horny," Leigh whined. I ignored the peanut gallery; I was dripping oil on my three middle fingers, pushing my forefinger against Willa's sphincter. Willa must have really liked her experiences with anal sex because she relaxed her sphincter on contact and let me in. Man, her asshole felt hot compared to the slight chill of the room.

My finger corkscrewed past the second knuckle when Willa let out another heartfelt moan. I pushed in a little farther while resuming my kisses on her back. Inside a minute, Leigh had sidled up to Willa and me. Belle had propped herself up with her pillow on the headboard but was studying the three of us intently.

"You are acting like you've never seen a three-way before," I commented to Belle.

"Not from the outside looking in," Belle shrugged. I had no immediate comeback to that. Saying something like 'maybe next time,' or 'enjoy the show' felt inappropriate. I devoted my attentions to Willa once more instead.

Speaking of Willa, she was now relaxed enough for me to stick my ring finger into her anus. I noticed Leigh getting terribly interested in Willa's arousal.

"Willa, rise up. Push up off the mattress for me, Babe," I coaxed Willa. She looked back at me, smiled lustfully, and began raising her ass.

A few more twist and turns with my fingers and Willa was up on all fours, head down, and her face screened from view by her long, black hair. I was about to encourage Leigh but she was already slipping under Willa and putting her lips to Willa's closest tit. Willa's grunt rose over the sound of Leigh's suckling noise.

I had to move completely to Willa's rear to allow Leigh more room to maneuver beneath Willa. Leigh's right hand quickly sought out Willa's cunt while her left began caressing Willa's right breast. I had to admire Leigh's enthusiasm as well as her willingness to not hold Belle's rough treatment against Willa.

Belle began to rub her cunny as she watched us play. I also caught Willa shake her head ecstatically when I wormed my third finger into her butthole.

"Someone's all excited," Leigh giggled, as she lifted up her fingers that had been in Willa's cunt for me to inspect. They weren't just slick; they dripped with her juices.

Finally, Willa had enough.

"Enough foreplay, Zane," she gasped. "Put that big cock in me. Stick it to me now."

"Ask and you shall receive," I replied. With one hand on her hip and the other one on my rod I placed my throbbing cockhead against her mildly gaping sphincter.

I could literally feel the breath slowly exhale from Willa's body as my cock first slipped inside her anal cavity.

"Zane, Zane, Zane," she exulted softly as I inched my way inside her rectum. I had been wrong all this time; I had thought I'd never find someone who liked anal sex as much as Barbie Lynn, but here she was.

She was tight, hot, and damp. By the snug fit I could tell she had abstained for some time but her reactions were pure pleasure -- to me and her. I could also feel Leigh's fingers vibrating rapidly within Willa's cunt as well as her vaginal muscles squeezing them back. I let my penis sit there for a moment before withdrawing all but the head.

I repeated this three times, with Willa moaning louder each time I thrust my deepest.

"Hammer her," Belle demanded.

"Her ass -- her rules," I chastised the head Warlord Babe.

"Hammer me, Zane," Willa virtually screamed. O-kay then, a hammering I will go. I plunged in without mercy. The first thrust nearly toppled her over but on the second one, I held her hips tightly and she pushed back to meet my attack. The loud smacking of skin began to echo throughout the room.

"Don't -- stop -- un -- til -- you -- fill -- me -- up," Willa gasped between lighting swift penetrations. I felt like my hips were moving in a blur. Willa's whole body was a mass of spasms beneath me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Willa gasped, then she squealed. Yes, squealed like a little school girl.

I didn't relent, though. She had told me to keep going, so 'hi-ho, hi-ho, it was off to fuck I go'. I caught sight of an exhausted Willa turning her head sideways and mouthing something to Belle through her mass of hair. Belle tilted her head, then shook it in the negative.

"No, you can't keep him," she explained to Willa but for my benefit. "Too many people know he's here. Wait until you get Zane alone before you take him."

"Hey! That's our line," Leigh spoke up indignantly. "Kappa Sig property."

"You had better put those lips back to work on Willa before I put this vibrator back to work on you," Belle threatened. Leigh huffed, then went back to lip-smacking Willa's tit.

"Shit, shit, shit," then a squeal from Willa once more. Damn, that had been a fast one.

After that, Willa went down to her elbows, smothering Leigh with her tit. Leigh responded by going hog-wild on the whole breast -- biting and chewing on the whole damn thing.

"Jesus Christ!" Willa howled, followed quickly by the loudest squeal of them all. Her body contractions dissipated what remained of my self-control.

I began ejaculating, grinding my hips hard into her ass and plunging to the farthest depths yet. Willa collapsed in a state of perpetual groaning. Belle was kind enough to pull Leigh free before I collapsed on Willa. I barely had the strength to prop myself up on my elbows so as not to crush Willa beneath me.

"Willa," Belle mused, "you really are full of surprises." If only she knew -- or maybe it was better that she didn't know. It took a physically devastated Willa several seconds to reply.

"You aren't going to give me shit about this in front of the other girls, are you?" she asked. Willa was a probationary Warlord so her reputation was incredibly vulnerable.

"Yeah; let me see," Belle ticked off events -- while massaging Leigh's half-raised leg from knee to inner thigh, "From the sounds of it he nailed Fontana Palmer -- thrice -- before coming up here, kicking my ass, then fucking me so good all the lights came on. Then he rolled you over and plowed your butt through three orgasms ... no."

"They'll strap Zane down to the pool table for one hell of a weekend," Belle pointed out. "All the guys will resent him for that, so they'll bust him up and put him in the hospital where he can't perform for a month. Then the female riot ensues. I don't need that kind of hassle."

"Thanks for looking out for me," I mocked.

"Eh, you are almost a friend," Belle smiled.

"Okay, on that note I'm going to take Leigh and leave," I began getting out of bed. Leigh had enough common sense to look to Belle for permission before climbing over Belle's legs and hopping free.

"Try to keep the noise down," Belle teased as I opened the door.

"I think Leigh's pussy has been abused enough for one night," I shook my head. "We are going downstairs to cuddle."

"Nah-uh," Leigh said as she grabbed my hand. "Penetration -- orgasm -- cuddle -- that's the way it's going to go."

"No, wait," Leigh corrected herself. "Penetration -- orgasm -- orgasm -- cuddle is how it's going to go." I'm sure Willa and Belle heard my groan of despair as I shut their door.

"Leigh, your pussy looks much abused," I told her. "How about we not have sex tonight?"

"After all I went through -- please," she begged.

"How about we have a sex-date later this week," I suggested.

"I want to spend some time with you," Leigh pouted.

"Leigh, I have Fall Break this week," I informed her. "We can have as much time as you like."

"You do?" Leigh visibly perked up. "Oh, thank God," she then moaned. "I can barely walk, I'm so sore."

"Do you still want to cuddle?" I asked.

"I'd love to, Zane," she sighed, as she put her arm around my waist. "I want you to know that if it wasn't for Tawny, we really would keep you as our sex slave," she added lovingly. Yay me.

"That's it," I snarled. "I'm going to go over there one night, tie all of you up, and butt-fuck the lot of you."

"Oh, that sounds like fun," Leigh giggled. "Would we be tied up side by side so we could watch you do it to the sister next to us?"

"Are you taking freak lessons from Rio?" I wondered. "Because you are starting to scare me."

"Nope. Frankly, with the way she wields that strap-on, she kind of scares us," Leigh confessed.

Ah, an unlooked for benefit of my Direct-to-Video lifestyle; I have provided the World with a warning label for Rio. Speaking of Rio, when we arrived at the sofa we discovered that she'd crawled up on it and was fast asleep again. I draped my blanket over her then curled up with Leigh in the quilt I had originally taken out for Rio.

I lay down on my back and Leigh curled up on top of me. She started to say something to me but was overtaken by a yawn. She put her ear to my chest, yawned again then started snoring. I must have nodded off right after that because the next thing I knew Jill was shaking us awake gently.

"Leigh," she inquired, "are you staying for breakfast?"

"Sure, Aunt Jill," she yawned. "Let me get cleaned up and I'll help out in the kitchen."

"Thank you, dear," Jill grinned. Leigh scampered off to the bathroom while Jill went to the kitchen. Rio was blissfully asleep still.

I followed Jill into the kitchen and leaned against the counter while she soaked a paper towel under the faucet.

"Did you sleep well last night?" I questioned.

"Oh, Zane," Jill smiled serenely, "I learned to sleep through your antics several weeks ago."

She dabbed my cheek -- the one Belle had popped last night. It stung but I manned-up and took my mothering like a big boy. I made sure the ladies upstairs were awake before doubling back on my room to get dressed for Church. Fontana and Valarie propped themselves up and took in the show.

As I was making sure my tie looked good in the mirror, I caught Fontana smacking her daughter in the forehead. "Sleep with that young man, damn it," she advised forcefully.

"Subtle, Mom," Valarie groused back. "I mean, he's standing right there."

"What do you think, Zane?" Fontana chuckled. "Do you mind me giving my daughter some helpful advice?"

"I'm not going to step into that conversation, Fontana," I evaded, "and Val, that was a mean thing you did to Leigh. Belle was unforgiving."

"She should learn to use a door like a normal person," Valarie smirked.

"I am just warning you that Belle is particular about her private space," I cautioned her.

"Valarie, you should clear the air with Belle," Fontana advised her daughter. "This is her home too and her territory."

"I'll take care of it," Valarie yawned then shrugged. I had the feeling she wasn't taking this seriously. "Let's get some food, Mom. I still need to get dressed for Church too."

Oh, Valarie didn't know the half of it, but I managed to keep Rio and her from ragging on Belle when they learned that Belle had lost a 'bet' with me and had to wear a dress to church along with the rest of them. Rio turned out to be hangover proof. Jill cooked up a wonderful breakfast and Leigh received her measure of revenge when she, Belle, and I had to go over to the Kappa Sigma house to find a dress that fit.

Oh, those sorority girls were walking a thin line between cordiality and an ass-whooping because Belle wasn't in the mood to take shit from anyone. Tawny was a big help and Jersey provided the acceptable black dress for Belle to wear. Ricky provided the stockings and shoes.

"The first one to say a damn thing dies," Belle glared at the assembly back at my house when she walked in the door.

Jill must have missed that. When she came downstairs and saw Belle, she walked up and hugged her.

"You look beautiful, Belle," Jill said while examining her.

"Ah -- thanks, Jill," Belle looked around evasively.

Had anyone else said or done that, we would have died. Jill received a weak smile instead. Belle ended up in Sunday school class with Jill, who introduced her as Belle Kennan -- and no one made the connection despite Belle's constant scowl. Rio bringing Belle around to the Masters clan did something to ameliorate the situation.

Suddenly having the young unattached males of the church pay attention to her was something Belle found downright darkly amusing. Rio was running around, introducing Belle as her Aunt from Michigan -- very single and clearly well-connected. Rochelle Wellington was the only one to figure out the ruse and she said nothing.

Once we got home, Belle couldn't wait to be shed of those clothes. I took them back to the Kappa Sigmas with my gratitude for helping out yet again. When I came back I found Belle standing alone on the back porch.

"Penny for your thoughts," I said.

"I really ought to punch your lights out for putting me through that," she opened up. "I fucked three of those guys in high school and they didn't even recognize me now. I was in a pretty dress, a touch of make-up, and hung around with rich friends and -- BANG! -- suddenly I wasn't the poor, dirty tramp in their eyes anymore."

"Who gives a crap what they think or remember?" I countered. "You are still the same unique you no matter how you dress." Calling Belle beautiful was pointless -- true but pointless -- because she would have read that as me trying to get back into her pants.

"You've never wanted for anything in your life," she mused.

"What the fuck?" I rounded on her. "Bitch, for two years I only got to take showers when it rained; forget having any deodorant, and for amusement we played tag with pythons because we only had electricity when someone was pedaling the bicycle." She rounded on me with an angry rebuttal but immediately burst out laughing.

"Yeah," she snickered, "and I finally got it out of Jill what a bad little monkey you were too. She told me you had 30 girlfriends and would screw around behind Tim's back all the time. You were a slut too."

"Where? Belle, look around you," I grinned. "I am still a slut and proud of it."

"Fuck you," she smiled. "Here I was getting worked up into a true fury and you come along and cheer me up." 

"That's what friends are for," I quipped.

"I should have shoved Rio's head down that toilet," Belle teased. "You really complicate my life. Let's go in and grab a bite before we get all mushy."

That First Time

Fontana wasn't leaving until the morning so Valarie decided to spend another night at my place. I didn't want another night on the sofa so I opted for Rio and me to crash out in my dorm for the night. Vivian would be gone for the week; I hoped she would be spending quality time with her boyfriend Thomas.

Barbie Lynn would be around once she saw her family off, but Opal, Brandi, and Paige, plus Christina and company, were gone for the week. They were all due back Saturday afternoon. The dark lining to this silver cloud was that both Paige and Heaven were ... 'needy' and that didn't bode well for my Saturday night upon their return.

That left us with twelve other girls on my floor tonight, one of which was Iona. She had decided that her time was better spent keeping Rio and me in line than being bored out of her skull back in her hometown. I was sure the fact that we would have a good deal of unobstructed time together had nothing to do with it.

Iona was cuddled up with me on my right side on the large sofa closest to my bedroom screens. On my left, Rio was slouched down, channel surfing. She never stayed on any program long enough to see if it was any good. She was bored and angry. I was peripherally aware of someone activating the door and coming up but I wasn't paying too much attention until I noticed someone standing there and looking around for somebody.

It was Mercy. I could hardly believe it. Our eyes met and she shrugged in confusion. She couldn't see Rio because my buddy's head was below the top of the back of the sofa. I surreptitiously moved my left arm over the top and then pointed down to where she was. Mercy's eyes lit up and she skipped on over, her bouncing proving to me she was braless.

Rio was in such a foul mood, she didn't notice, so Mercy began leaning over until her shadow interfered with the suspended lighting. Finally, Rio rotated her face up to see what the problem was and looked right into Mercy's eyes.

"Hey, you," Rio sounded remarkably nonchalant.

"Hello, Rio," Mercy grinned hopefully. "I convinced my parents that I had to stay."

"That's nice," Rio shrugged. Considering all the hell Rio had put me through during Homecoming and this weekend about Mercy being gone, I wanted to start punching her.

"I wore my collar all weekend," she indicated the collar Rio (me, really) got her that had the school colors but Rio's initials on it.

"I expressly forbid you from doing anything that might tip your parents off," Rio shook her head. "Simple fucking instructions and you manage to screw that up," she sighed. "I'm going to have to spank that kitty, aren't I?"

Mercy's smile grew absolutely wanton.

"I bet you are not wearing underwear, you tramp," Rio looked put out.

"I seem to have lost them on the way over here," Mercy beamed.

"Really? 'I lost them' is the best you can come up with? Give me some nipple-age, damn it," Rio insisted. Mercy bent over farther while Rio unbuttoned Mercy's shirt.

"Remember, I'm only biting and sucking on these bad babies because you've been naughty, not because I enjoy it," Rio informed Mercy as she wiggled up to meet those naked breasts half way.

"Okay," Mercy sighed happily as the first dangling breast went into Rio's mouth and her lips sucked the nipple in so her tongue could abuse it.

Rio alternated between Mercy's tits, slurping and nibbling but not really biting down, as promised. She also reached up and grabbed her lover's shoulders, pulling her farther and farther. I was sure Mercy's feet had come off the ground. I would have looked but Iona took that moment to begin massaging my thigh.

I looked to her; she was looking over at Rio and Mercy when Mercy started tumbling head first onto the sofa. Rio rolled Mercy onto her back, her skirt bunching up around her waist to reveal her baby-smooth pussy.

"You are my bitch, Bitch," Rio growled as she pressed down on Mercy and tried to kiss her.

"No -- no," Mercy giggled as she kicked her heels, shook her head from side to side in an effort to avoid the kiss. "Please, let me go. I don't want to be kissed, or licked, or spanked, or have my body abused all week long. No, that would be horrible. Please, please, please, release me. I'll be good. I won't tell a soul about the terrible things you have planned for me."

Rio hovered there, clearly in shock.

"Why you rebellious little slut," Rio gasped. "Oh, I'm going to ream your ass for that little outburst."

"Eeep!" Mercy squeaked.

"Move that butt to the boudoir, you skanky whore," Rio pulled Mercy off the sofa, then spanked her bottom. Mercy looked over her shoulder fearfully and hurried that way with Rio in hot pursuit. Iona stood up, pulled on my arm and led my gaze to their retreating forms.




Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 34



"You want to join them?" I questioned.

"I want to watch," Iona clarified. "They are so much in love; it is a beautiful thing to witness."

"That it is," I agreed as I stood up as well. I led her toward my bedroom, Iona squeezing my hand tightly.

"Also, getting naked under the covers with you has its own appeal," Iona gave me a cute, hopeful look.

"What makes you think I'll get naked?" I teased.

"Well, Zane, you are my friend -- and you're easy," she teased right back. Ouch!

"I prefer easily accessible, thank you very much," I stated indignantly. "Have you been taking etiquette lessons from Rio?"

"Zane," Iona pouted. "That was unfair. I'd never abuse you the way Rio does -- or Barbie Lynn, or Paige, or Heaven." As we rounded the last turn in the Chinese screen maze that separated my sleeping quarters from the rest of the floor, Rio was pushing Mercy face-first onto her (Rio's) side of the bed.

Rio squatted behind Mercy. Mercy's torso was on the bed but her legs were still splayed over the edge. Rio probed forward, took a lick of that pussy, then another, before spanking Mercy's right cheek.

"Has anybody else been using what is mine?" Rio inquired threateningly. Mercy shook her head violently in the negative.

"Are you sure?" Rio persisted. "You are pretty clueless. Someone might have sexed you up while telling you they were doing your taxes, or something stupid like that. Did you let someone do your taxes?" Again Mercy shook her head 'no'.

"Well ... I don't trust you," Rio mused. "Zane, come over here."

By this time, I was naked -- I take off my clothes really fast because I hang around with some impatient women -- and Iona was down to her socks and panties.

"Sure," I responded. I walked around the bed until I was looking over Rio's shoulder.

"Does this cunt and asshole look used to you?" Rio asked me.

I reached out and with my forefinger, rubbed along Mercy's slit, starting with her clit. It was still a small nub but a few circles by my finger brought her out to play. Mercy moaned, wiggling her hips as she did. I scooped up from there, dipping between her labia until her fluids coated my fingers. I brought the finger up for a taste.

"Yum," I grinned at Rio, who double-pumped her eyebrows and smiled like the madwoman she was. I stuck my finger back in Mercy's pussy to get it nice and wet again, causing Mercy to moan repeatedly. This time, I placed my finger against her anus. I rubbed it around but didn't try to press it in.

The moment Mercy decided I wasn't going to give it to her, she thrust back, trying to drive my probing digit inside of her anyway. Rio smacked Mercy's ass to make her stop.

"No, you don't, Wench," Rio threatened.

"Rio, your baby-girl is pristine -- she's nice and tight," I informed my buddy.

"Thanks, Zane," Rio snickered. "I can never tell with this slut, she's always so horny. Or maybe I'm always so horny for her -- I get those confused."

"How about option three: you both are hot, horny babes addicted to each other's bodies?" I offered.

"I really don't care what Mercy feels," Rio lied. "She's only serves as a vessel for my lusts. Don't you exist to be solely a receptacle for my lusts, Slut-Bunny?"

Mercy slid down the bed until her knees touched the ground. She turned around to the less than amused Rio, waddled up to her lover and wrapped her arms around Rio's waist, hugging her tight.

"Yes, yes, yes," Mercy murmured contentedly.

"What the -- listen, you sk- --" Rio started out angrily. She never finished calling Mercy a 'skank'. She hesitantly, then gently, ran her fingers through Mercy's hair. "I missed you so much -- I was going nuts without you; just ask Zane," Rio gave her heartfelt confession.

"Rio," Mercy looked up as Rio petted her head, "I've given this a lot of thought and I want you to be my first -- tonight -- right now," Mercy pleaded. Rio's eyes shot a panicked look in my direction.

'You can handle this,' I mouthed my assurance to my Best Buddy.

Rio returned her gaze to Mercy and tilted her lover's head up until their eyes met.

"You know there is no coming back from this," Rio stated. Mercy nodded. "This will make you mine forever," Rio said next. Mercy nodded with greater vigor. "You know I am a complete fucking train-wreck and am more likely to ruin your whole damn life than make you happy."

"I am yours and you are mine," Mercy whispered, mimicking the tattoo Rio had placed on Mercy's back.

"I can't do this," Rio stroked Mercy's cheek. Mercy looked devastated. "We are both wearing clothes -- how can we properly make love if we are both still wearing clothes?" Mercy gawked, then shoved her face into Rio's stomach and bit down -- hard, it appeared.

"Ow, Bitch!" Rio screamed. "That hurt."

"Rio, you nearly scared me to death." Mercy sounded so pitiful as she looked back up at Rio. I really had no idea how Rio's twisted, crazy mind would take that. For a second, I thought she'd explode -- Rio didn't take pain like a rational person.

"I apologize -- Love. I have no excuse," Rio responded softly. She even used the 'L' word.

"Really?" Mercy whispered. Rio nodded. "Will you do me one favor?"

"Okay," Rio replied cautiously.

"Please never apologize to me again, my Love," Mercy pleaded. "It scares me nearly as much as you being mean to me a moment ago." Rio studied Mercy for a few seconds.

"Did you use the 'L' word?" Rio glared at Mercy. Mercy's eyes grew wide; she then buried her face back into Rio's stomach and began kissing away. "No, you don't, Wench. I will not be mollified by your sloppy, wet kisses. Strip your ass down and get into bed. Mom is going to go primeval on every inch of your smoking hot Temple of Babylon."

Mercy smiled, spun around, and quick-stepped as fast as she could back to the bed while still on her knees. Rio flashed me a look that spoke of a happiness I had never seen in her before. She was slipping out of her skirt as she hopped her way to her dresser, undoubtedly to get some toys. As for me, I crawled past Mercy and slipped under the covers held open by Iona.

"Should we leave?" Iona whispered to me.

"Mercy is somewhat of an exhibitionist and I doubt Rio cares," I answered quietly.

"In that case, let me get close to Mercy in case she needs some comforting," Iona told me under her breath. Before I could reason that out, she snuck her naked, tight little body over mine and slid under the covers to be close to Mercy.

Iona reached out a hand tentatively toward Mercy. Mercy regarded it, gave Iona a warm smile, and placed her fingers in Iona's palm. Rio affixed her modest-sized strap-on and lubed it up before walking over to Mercy. Her lover seemed entranced with the way the false phallus bobbed about as it approached her.

Rio threw back the blanket roughly so she could gaze down at Mercy's beautiful naked form. Instinctively, Mercy began to move her knees up to her chest.

"What's that?" Rio pointed to Mercy's hand being held by Iona. Mercy started to withdraw it when, "Did I tell you to move it?" Mercy stopped. "Put that hand back and put those legs down, you insipid cow."

Down came Mercy's legs with a muffled thud.

"Now I'm going to fuck you like I own you," Rio growled.

"You do own me," Mercy chirped. "I'm yours."

"Are you ready for me to pound that pussy?" Rio glared.

"Yes," Mercy moaned softly.

"Well, tough," Rio smirked. "You don't tell me what to do. I'm going to do this at my own pace, damn it." She sidled down to the foot of the bed while still facing Mercy. With delicate ease, Rio lowered her lips to Mercy's right big toe, kissed it then began sucking on it.

Mercy had raised her chin to her chest so she could meet Rio's steady gaze. As Rio began playing with her toes, Mercy shivered and groaned. When Rio switched to the left foot, Mercy whimpered.

"Please, Rio," she moaned.

"Hush, you," Rio mumbled around the current toe she was sucking on. "You are my plaything and I'll do what I want with you." Mercy's head fell back on the pillow as she clutched Iona's hand tightly. Iona seemed totally taken with events. She had rolled on her side so I cuddled behind her, my cock pressing against the small of her back, and began kissing her shoulder.

Iona pushed back into me and wiggled her butt against my thighs. She also reached back, took my free hand in her own then placed them together on her stomach. She matched me as I traced small circles over her torso.

"I hope I find someone who makes me that happy," Iona murmured.

"You'll find someone worthy of you, Iona," I replied quietly. She tilted her head to give me better access to her neck.

"I believe I will, Zane," Iona purred. "Now I know what to look for."

Rio was taking her sweet time with Mercy -- torturing the poor girl with lust.

Iona actually scooted over and gave Mercy a quick peck on the cheek to comfort her. She was back in my arms before Mercy could decide to take shelter in Iona's innocent sexuality. This was Rio and Mercy's moment and we knew she shouldn't forget that. When Rio got to the knees, she pressed Mercy's legs farther apart and rotated the hips so she could access the back of Mercy's knees.

She was running the tip of her tongue along the inner joint, driving Mercy nuts. The girl was humping her crotch up in the air and began pinching her right nipple.

"None of that, you cougar-wannabe," Rio snapped. "You can't toy with my playground. It's mine." Mercy's face scrunched up in frustration as a single tear escaped her left eye.

Mercy's free right arm began to flail about as Rio reluctantly stopped teasing the knees and began nibbling her way up Mercy's thigh. Iona felt the sympathetic energy and began massaging her left breast.

"Please don't," she gulped as I moved my hand to her right breast. "I'll lose it and this should be their time, not mine."

"Yes, Mistress Iona," I teased quietly. "Whatever you desire." Iona pummeled me with her butt against my thighs.

"Behave," she sighed.

Rio kept pushing Mercy's legs to the side until she was face (and lips) to Mercy's smooth cunt, letting the breath from her nostrils tickle the surface.

"Something's been drooling, all," was all Rio got out before Mercy exploded into orgasm.

"MotherfuckingChristGoddamn!" Mercy howled. Her whole body shook like an epileptic seizure had taken over.

"Cunt-muncher," Rio sputtered. "Did you just squirt in my face?"

Mercy was in no shape for an immediate reply. I didn't help matters when I snickered at Rio as her face rose above Mercy's thighs. Syrupy vaginal fluid was dripping off her nose and chin. Rio glared at me. I had a sinking feeling she was about to exile me from my room.

"I'm -- I'm sorry," Mercy groaned.

"I was thinking weak, pathetic, or nasty," Rio grumbled. She began stalking up Mercy's body on all fours until she was face-to-face with her toy. "Was that the extent of your apology?" Mercy propped herself up feebly and began to lick Rio's face clean. "If I'm not satisfied, no fucking for you tonight," Rio taunted her. That spurred Mercy on. She was sucking Rio's eyelids and eyebrows, licking her cheeks, jaw and neck as if her life depended on it.

Mercy ended up trying to French kiss Rio but she was having none of that.

"Do you think I've got some of your cunt juice hiding under my tongue?" Rio quizzed her. Mercy gave a short, energetic nod. Rio cracked a smile and her lips and Mercy dove up to literally tongue-fuck Rio's mouth until she was thoroughly satisfied she'd gotten every drop.

"No, you don't," Rio chastised her. "I know what you are doing and it is not going to work. I'm going to spank that sopping wet kitty and there's nothing you can do to distract me."

"Have mercy," Mercy pleaded convincingly.

"Oh, I am going to have Mercy again and again and again," Rio mocked her lover.

Rio retreated down Mercy until her false cock slipped past her pubic mound. Rio used her right hand to guide the dildo up and down between her labia. The response was tiny simpering noises from Mercy. When Rio let the tip enter her vagina, Mercy became very still.

"Relax, Babe," Rio urged her gently. "It will make it less uncomfortable." Rio avoided using the word pain.

"Deep breaths, Babe," Rio soothed her. "Think about how much pleasure you feel when I shove this dick up your ass. It will be the same way with your pussy, but better." 

I could tell Mercy was really trying and that was the problem; she was trying too hard. Rio had an answer for that though.

"I've got a better idea," Rio grinned wickedly. She pulled out of Mercy and waggled her phallus at her mate. "I'm not going to do all the damn work, you perverted minx. Hike up those legs and spread them wide -- none of this folding at the knees crap. I'm going to mount you like John Smith ambushed Pocahontas, leaving you stupefied and wondering who the fuck just hammered you through the New World."

"I'm going to fuck you harder than the Pilgrims screwed over the Wampanoag -- you are going to ride my cock 'til dawn." I image the rest of us clearly showed our amazement that Rio knew so much -- well, of anything, much less American History. "What the fuck?" Rio took in our gawking. "I read -- things -- occasionally. Don't look so shocked."

"Iona," Rio added, as she went back to looking down on her woman, "get my camera phone. I want to record this moment for posterity."

"Zane?" Iona whispered to me. She didn't want to put either Rio or Mercy at risk of exposure.

"Its fine," I petted her shoulder. "You can make sure the file is secure."

"I'm okay with it," Mercy assured Iona. "I trust Rio."

"Be quiet, Pumpkin," Rio sneered. "This is going up on YouTube fifteen minutes after we are done. I'm going to title it: Lush Virgin Innocent plundered by Psycho Mistress." I groaned as Iona slipped off the bed to get the phone. "What; not descriptive enough?"

"Plunder me! Plunder me!" Mercy meeped. Rio slapped both of Mercy's nipples.

"Hush, you," Rio glared at Mercy. "The only thing I want coming out of that mouth had better be your tongue in my vagina." Iona walked up and handed the phone to Rio. "You keep it, Iona," Rio told her. "You'll get a girl's point of view. With Zane, it will be nothing but tits and ass."

We both knew that wouldn't be the case -- most likely wouldn't be the case. Iona returned to my side but was sitting up on her knees. She looked at the image in the phone and edged forward. I moved in behind her so that my stomach was against her buttocks. I remained reclining. Iona reached out and took Mercy's hand once more.

"I'm ready," Iona said softly. Mercy paled, biting her lip over her dual anxieties. Rio had let slip a serious yet compassionate facial expression which reaffirmed that her Mistress was about to take her. The other was the originally unlooked for trait of Mercy the Exhibitionist. Oh, it terrified her that her sexuality would be discovered, but that thrill only made her actions that much more vibrant and alive.

Rio positioned her fake phallus at the gateway to Mercy's virginity again. She leaned over Mercy, her arms resting on her fists to either side of Mercy's breasts, but her lady was taller and Rio couldn't quite span the gap between their faces.

"Get up here and kiss me, Mercy," Rio said, choked with emotion. "Kiss me one more time as my fuck toy. Next time we kiss, you'll be my girlfriend."

Mercy used her right elbow to prop herself up until her lips met with Rio's.

"Are you going to own me, use me, and protect me forever and ever?" Mercy pleaded.

"Baby-cakes, I own you for all time, I am never going to become tired of using you, and if anyone except me lays a finger on you, I'll wipe out their whole fucking family," Rio recited her twisted version of a marital vow with the tenderness of a child addressing a kitten.

"Thank you for choosing me," Mercy fought back tears. The kiss she gave Rio was long, passionate, and steeped in familiarity. Mercy was still enraptured with the declaration and kiss when Rio pushed forward. Mercy's hymen tore, completing her evolution from the blindly obedient school girl that had come to my room as one of the Chancellor's enforcers so few weeks ago into the woman who dared to experiment with her deepest erotic desires.

Mercy's eyes welled up with tears due to the pain. She trembled and her lips quivered. Rio didn't relent despite her lover's pain. She drove the dildo in relentlessly to the hilt. She ground the strap-on's base against Mercy's clit, withdrew a half inch, then slammed down hard. At the same time, she moved her left hand around to the back of Mercy's head, grabbed a handful of hair and forced Mercy into another kiss.

"What are you, my little Orgasmic Bombshell?" Rio demanded.

"I'm your girlfriend," Mercy sobbed through the renewing pain.

"You don't sound very convinced," Rio insisted. "Am I going to have to put a ring on that clit?" she bumped Mercy's clit again, causing Mercy to gulp and whimper.

"Not enough to teach your confused, simple mind who the boss is? Nipple rings it is, then," Rio taunted with all apparent seriousness. "You still don't get it?" Mercy shook her head, tears starting to seep down her cheeks as Rio kept fucking her. "Nose ring?" That suggestion seemed to scare the girl, probably because hiding such a piercing would be difficult.

"Oh, sigh," Rio exaggerated. "I guess nothing but putting a ring on that finger will beat the point home." Mercy's eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open. "Of course, that makes me your husband and Master -- none of this wife-shit for me. You'll have to do double duty as wife and sexual gratification machine -- available for sex on demand."

"Okay," Mercy wept joyously. "I am so annoyed with you right now -- Annoyer." Annoy = love; that pretty much symbolized those two.

"Mercy, if you fail me this time, I'm going to clone fifty of me and fuck you until you explode," Rio threated. Damn, Rio was so often unhinged from reality and common sense.

I figured the only reason Mercy didn't rebel right then and there was that she knew Rio couldn't really clone herself. Otherwise, death by multiple orgasm was exactly how Mercy would chose to exit her mortal coil, and Rio knew it. She also knew she was hammering Mercy into another orgasm quickly.

"Christfuckshithell!" Mercy screamed. Her legs vibrated then fell to either side of Rio. She wept, screamed, and convulsed on the bed but her Mistress held her firm by the hips and head. When Mercy finally collapsed, boneless from the exertion, Rio gently withdrew her cock from Mercy's vagina and settled on Mercy's right side, studying her intently.

Mercy's chest rose in ragged pulses for over a minute. Her first act was to release Iona's hand and carefully place it on her labia, dabbed it gently, then drew the results up to her face. Vaginal fluid mixed with a trace of blood was what she saw. Mercy's smile returned then. She rolled facing Rio and curled submissively into Rio's body, her head resting between Rio's breasts.

The four of us were quiet for some time. It was Mercy who broke the silence.

"I'm okay," she murmured into Rio's chest. It took Rio nearly half a minute to respond.

"You talk too much," Rio whispered to Mercy as she stroked her hair. "I think you can find something better to do with that mouth, so get to it." Mercy began suckling. "Good girl."



Christian Cum-passion for Lucky Jim



LEE ANNE 

The human heart is a mercurial beast, fickle, unpredictable, and capable of holding contradictory emotions, simultaneously entertaining the opposites. I was miserable, and at the same time, proud of my misery. Although desperately lonely, I had spurned the offers of intimacy from women who knew Margaret. 

I was proud of my moral stand not to piss in the pool where both us had bathed as a loving couple; and that Margaret did not know anything of my decision, which was starting to take on the patina of a pledge, only added to my pride. This was my secret sacrifice, enjoyed or suffered in solitude, a quiet testimony to my will power. 

However, I was soon disabused of the delusions of any such will power, proving the cynical view that if you could resist a temptation, it is only because the temptation is weak, not that your will power is strong. In my case, it took just one phone call from Lee Anne to push all my honorable intentions, along with the all the false pride, into the nearest ditch.

Lee Anne and Roy were members of our Tennis Club for few years but left a year earlier, presumably to prepare and wait for the 'Day of Rapture', which, according to Roy was imminent. However, knowing Roy, I think he left because he had exhausted the customer pool among the Club members for his Real Estate business. 

With Roy, it was hard to tell where his business ended and his religion began. If he was not trying to sell a plot of land, he was pushing his dogmatic version of apocalyptic Christianity. His Christianity seemed to have mutated into a religion of retribution and punishment. It had no place in it for love or forgiveness. 

These so-called 'born again' Christians have totally corrupted the message of Jesus, the gentlest of men. They have turned him into a vengeful and cruel messenger, a harbinger of the end of the world. 'Shiva the Destroyer' can now stay stoned on ganja without guilt since the 'Prince of Peace' has taken on his job of bringing the world to its end. 

No one at the club lamented Roy's departure. He was a dull man without wit or warmth and only with two topics for conversation: one was the impending end of the world, the other the sale of Real Estate lots to build new houses. Everyone, on the other hand, missed Lee Anne. She was a woman without guile or vanity. She exuded sincere and uncomplicated warmth, along with radiating a smoldering sexuality of which she seemed oblivious. This indifference only enhanced her allure. Both the male and the female members of the club were equally fond of her. The men, I suspect, because they wanted to get into her pants and the women because they knew she would never let them. All coveted this unapproachable woman, including me. 

I never acted on my lecherous feelings, stopped by my loyalty to Margaret, and even more, by Lee Anne's own innocence, which seemed to protect her like an invisible fortress. Still, I was never able to look at her without longing. Now, unexpectedly, she had called me!

"Jim dear, I have just heard of your recent tribulations and my heart goes to you. I am calling to offer you my sympathy and give you courage. I hope you will count me as one of your friends. Remember that you also have a friend in Jesus who loves us all, you included. You are not alone. Roy and I are both praying for you."

Her wonderful Southern cadence and her bedroom smoky voice over the phone made even these simplistic ramblings sound sensual as a warm bath. "Jim, I don't know how to say what I am going to say, so I am going to just blurt it out. I know your problem Jim, your one big weakness: you are addicted to sex; you are a victim of your lust. No, no, don't deny it; I know it and I have known it from the day I joined the Club. 

"Then, of course, you had your beautiful wife who satisfied all your needs and kept you on the straight and narrow. What will become of you without Margaret? I am filled with dread just thinking about it. You are a decent man... but you cannot control your urges and I am afraid your craving may force you to the company of bad women, call girls, prostitutes, and God knows what else."

I wanted to object to her characterization of me as some kind of weird sex-junky, chasing whores in the back alleys of Boston, but I said nothing. I was content to just to listen to her husky voice as it continued.

"I have been trying to think of some way to keep you away from these dangers. I think the Lord has given me a solution. I am no Margaret Jim, and I never could be; but I know that once you hungered for me and wanted me. 

"Well, I am here for you now, if you will have me. Use me, Jim, use me to fill your cravings until you find a good and decent wife."

I could not believe my ears. If it was any one else but Lee Anne, I would have thought that some elaborate and cruel joke was being played on me. Lee Anne's sincerity, however, was beyond question, at least by me.

"Lee Anne, is this part of your Christian duty?"

"Oh yes, Jim. The Lord commands us to share with the needy and help the suffering. You are now both needy and suffering." 

"And what does Roy thinks of your charitable mission?"

"I did not discuss it with him, Jim. I prayed only to the Lord and made my own decision. No matter what you decide, I hope you won't say anything to Roy."

This little intrigue was unexpected and her flash of independence heartened me.

"You are a true Christian, Lee Anne. I promise to keep the matter between you and me; and, of course, the Lord."

I had meant to be ironic, even sarcastic, but I was surprised at how sincere I sounded. They say that deception breeds deception. Perhaps, sincerity also breeds its own progeny.

"Thank you Jim. I know I cannot do what Margaret could, but if I can keep you off the streets for now, I believe I would have done the Lord's work".

"Lee Anne, don't you have any idea how sexy you are? I don't want to compare you with Margaret, but I want to tell you that you are an incredibly ravishing woman. Don't you pay any attention to the reactions of men around you? God, if you only knew!"

"Of course, I know, Jim. I know that men ogle me all the time; men have ogled me since I was barley fourteen. I have learned to live with it. 

Anyway, I never took those poor old dears at the Club with their clumsy come-ons seriously. I just smiled and ignored them. It was you that worried me the most."

"Me? I have never made a pass at you, Lee Anne."

"That is so true, you never did. That is why I know that you are a good man, even a strong man. You fought the Devil on his own turf and did not let him defeat you."

"Now you have lost me, Lee Anne. I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Jim, a woman always knows when she is lusted after, even a simple woman like me. You are not anything like those old fools at the club. You are the real danger to women like me. The very first time I saw you, it was at the dinner the Tennis Club had organized to welcome us. You were seated directly across the table from me. "Oh God, the way you looked at me! I felt as if I were a tall glass of cool water and you were a man who had just come from the desert, parched with thirst. I was afraid that any moment, you would jump across the table and drink me down in front of Roy, God, and everybody else. "I wanted to get up and run away but I couldn't move. My knees were rubber and I was so clammy with desire between my legs, I thought I would leave a trail dripping behind me if I got up and left."

"Clammy? You could never be clammy, Lee Anne. Let's call the condition slippery and wet."

"Stop being such a smart alec, Jim. You have no idea how I suffered, divided between fear and want. Every time I walked away from you, I knew you were looking at me, your eyes aimed at my behind like two flame throwers."

"If I had made a pass at you, why be so afraid? Why not just ignore me too... like you did the others?"

"You don't understand. I was not sure I could resist you, Jim, or even wanted to. The truth is, I was terrified that if you asked me, I would jump right into your arms and live in shame for the rest of my days. The Devil creates his own whirlwind. You can fight him, but I am not strong like you. When I finally realized that you would never make a pass at me, God forgive me Jim, I was heartbroken."

"I wish you would leave God and the Devil out of this, Lee Anne; and please stop putting yourself down. I never stopped hungering for you, as you so colorfully put it. I am like one of those young boys in your class who regularly jerk themselves off thinking about you."

Lee Anne was a High School English teacher. I had seen the boys lurking around her with their tongues practically hanging out of their mouths. 

"They wouldn't dare!" said Lee Anne, shocked at the thought.

"Yes, they would. Just imagine, quarts of cum being squirted in your name every day, and you still have a low self-esteem!"

"Oh Jim, you are just making it up."

Even on the phone, I could imagine her blushing at the thought of her students masturbating.

"No, Lee Anne, I am not making it up. I know boys that age; I was one myself. That is the age when the testosterone rages like a flash flood in their young growing bodies, and you are the perfect fantasy."

"Jim, you are impossible. You have me blushing all over again and clammy between my legs. OK, OK, not clammy... wet and slippery." 

She giggled when she said wet and slippery, and I could tell she was not entirely displeased with our conversation.

As many of you may have already noticed, a form of phone-sex was already taking place between Lee Anne and I. I could feel the sexual energy traveling the wires, tantalizing my body, and I was starting to get hard.

For the next month, every morning as soon as Roy left for work, Lee Anne drove over to my place. The school was closed for the summer, and each day except Saturday and Sunday, we fucked, sucked, licked, bit each other, and then fucked some more. After some initial resistance, Lee Anne had become a sex machine with roaring and panting orgasms.

The first time she had shown up at my apartment, she was like a nurse who had come to dispense medication to a suffering, or even dying patient. 

"Are you alright Jim?" She had asked as she held my hand. 

"Well, under the circumstances..." I let my voice trail to nothing.

"How long since the last time, you know, the last time you did it?"

"Too long, Lee Anne, it has been too long."

"Oh, you poor man! I wish I had thought of this much sooner. Is it bad?"

"Yes, it is bad and getting worse by the hour."

"Then I will not keep you waiting any longer. Point me to your bedroom and give me a few minutes to prepare myself and then you can come in."

"I am ready, Jim!" She called out after a few minutes, sounding like as if a surgery was about to be performed, either on her or on me. When I walked into the bedroom, she was lying on my bed covered with a sheet up to her neck; her clothes, neatly folded, were piled on the chair. I sat down next to her. She would not look at me in the eye.

"Lee Ann, hey relax! You look terribly tense. We don't need to hurry into anything. Why don't you just relax, let me give you a massage, and then we'll see what happens."

She visibly relaxed, as if she had gotten a reprieve from fate worse than death.

"Yes, I am a little nervous." She said with a little girlish giggle.

"There is no need to be nervous. Roll over on your stomach and let me see if I can work out some of the stiffness from your shoulders."

She turned over on her stomach and closed her eyes. The sheet was still all the way up to her neck. I quietly got out of my clothes and started to massage her neck muscles. As I worked my way down her body, I also kept rolling the sheet down. Her skin was silken to the touch and tanned a light golden brown. I straddled her as I worked my way down her back, pulling the sheet lower and lower, and she seemed to be relaxing. She tensed a little when my hands reached the rising roundness of her white buttocks that were so clearly defined by a tan line.

Obviously, she was not sunbathing in the nude. I wanted to linger there and kiss the white round hills of her ass but moved on to her thighs instead; then to her calves, and lastly to her feet. She was totally relaxed when I turned north and started working my way up. By the time I reached her beautiful butt again, she was softly moaning. This time, I lingered.

She easily yielded to the pressure of my hands and opened her legs wider. My fingers felt the wetness watering her bush. I wanted to shove my pulsating cock in her from behind. Instead, I lay down beside her and started to kiss her neck. In response, she rolled over and soon our lips met, open and greedy. 

I forced my tongue into her mouth. There was some resistance at first, as if she was not sure what to expect, but soon she responded with equal ardor, her tongue exploring my mouth as mine was exploring hers. Her breasts were hard and round and so white compared to her tanned skin that they could have been made of milk curds. Her nipples were hard and swollen. She moaned as I sucked them. 

"Do it now Jim, do it now." She whispered.

"Do what Lee Anne?"

"You know, do what you are supposed to do to me."

"Do you mean I should fuck you, Lee Ann?"

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean. That is why came here, didn't I?"

"Then say that, Lee Anne; say, fuck me, Jim."

"Please Jim, just do it. I cannot say that word; don't make me say it. Just do it." 

Her eyes were closed shut and there was impatience in her voice.

"Lee Anne, it is important to me that you say it, you know, like giving me a verbal permission. Go on, Lee Anne, and say, fuck me, Jim."

She opened her eyes as if to see what kind of fool she was dealing with. Then she closed her eyes again and turned slightly red. Everything seemed quiet for a while as if a hush had fallen in the room.

"Fuck me, Jim!" She whispered softly. I could barely hear her but then to my surprise, she repeated it, only louder.

"Fuck me, Jim!" She said again; and then again with even more passion.

"Fuck me! I want you to fuck me. Yes, yes, that is what I want. Fuck me! Fuck me NOW."

She said this again and again, and every time she said it, she bit into the word 'fuck' as if it were hard candy that she had just discovered, and to her own surprise liked the taste of it on her tongue. Every time she said it, my cock got harder. I am a sucker for poetry.

"Put it in and fuck me, Jim." She said again and much louder.

"Put what in, Lee Anne?"

"Your thing, Jim, your thing! I want you to put it in, I want you to put it in now and fuck me."

"Do you mean my cock, Lee Anne?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Put your cock in and fuck me."

"Put my cock in what, Lee Anne?"

"In my hole, Jim, in my HOLE! Do it, Jim, do it now, what are you waiting for? Fuck me, fuck me right now!"

She sounded impatient, demanding. There was urgency, even exasperation, in her voice.

"Do you want me put my cock in your cunt?"

It was as if a light had come on in her mind. Her voice took on a different timber.

"Yes, yes, that is it Jim, that is exactly it. I want you to put your cock in my cunt and fuck me."

Then, with even more urgency in her voice, she spoke again.

"No, no, no Jim, I don't want you to put your cock in my cunt. I want you to push your cock in my cunt. I want you to shove your cock in my cunt and fuck me. Yes, that is exactly what I want. I want you to shove your hard cock all the way up my cunt and fuck me hard."

I don't know how other men are, but for me, the tongue is a paramount sex organ and so much more versatile than the cock. Imagine the things your tongue can do to a woman. Just run it up her spine from the small of her back and move slowly up towards her neck, and be greedy and slow... meander with leisure over her skin. Nip and bite her neck, tease her hairline with your teeth. With your tongue dripping wet, wander to her ears and whisper sweet nothings, making sure to kiss her shoulders and her arms, especially her underarms, a magical place that shares the gift of hair with that other magical place between her legs.

Let your tongue taste the intoxicating salts of her skin incited to a riot of flavors by your saliva and her desire. Sooner or later, you will find her yielding mouth where your tongue will rendezvous with hers. Is there anything more exquisitely intimate as this saliva-rich summit meeting of two tongues? What can be more intimate than two tongues talking without words?

Later, there are other places of a woman's body where your tongue will surely go. It must go because it is greedy, so greedy to lick and taste that it is willing to insert itself in unseen places. 

Once the tongue enters the pussy, there, like Virgil on the edge of Paradise, I must stop; and you of the sweet sex must become a man's guides to the sensations that are happening within that mysterious realm. From there on, you, fair ladies, must be like Beatrice who took Dante by the hand to show him the Heavens. Your tongue, not mine, must tell the rest. You may tell it with the simple eloquence of a moan or you may use words, another gift of this versatile sex organ, the tongue.

Oh yes, words, the kind of words that Lee Anne was now using to incite me and invite me to fuck her. Her legs were already open and bent over my shoulders, my throbbing cock was just an inch away from the pink beckoning doors of her pussy. Who could resist her calls of 'fuck me, Jim... fuck me...,' and honestly, who would want to?

With one powerful thrust, I rammed myself in her. There was a sharp intake of breath and her eyes popped wide open with a surprised look, as if the penetration was unexpected. Her fingernails dug deep into my arms; I could see her neck muscles tighten and her jaws clamp together. 

For a moment we were still, I on top with my cock buried in her and she under me, holding her breath. Then she let her breath out slowly and her body began to relax. Gently, I pulled my cock half way out and then slowly started to push it back in. She tensed for a moment, as if anticipating pain, but there was no need because she was now well greased with her own juices. 

My cock slid in and out, in and out, in her silk smooth hole. Soon, my thrusts became deeper, faster and harder. Lee Anne started to match me stroke for stroke. First, there was no sound other than the wet clapping sound of cock and cunt coming together, a sound like a hand slapping the surface of water. Then Lee Anne began to repeat her newly discovered mantra: 

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, yes, Jim, fuck me, fuck me." Somewhere along the way, as the rhythm of my thrusts picked up the tempo, God and sweet Jesus replaced me.

"Oh God, oh God, oh sweet Jesus, fuck me, fuck me."

Every so often she would remember my name and add it to the mix.

"Fuck me Jim, fuck me hard, oh God, oh sweet Jesus, fuck me."

Finally, I exploded in her, I felt my cum shooting and spurting in waves of release. For a fleeting moment, I felt I had flooded the world, not just her cunt, and soon rivers of semen would run onto the streets. This was, obviously, a delusion, caused by the final exuberance of the male ejaculation; that ultimate feelings of mission accomplished.

I know, my dear friends, that we men think we fuck our ladies for love, for pleasure, for release and for the unachievable want to fuse with another human being, no matter how momentarily. In truth, we fuck them in order to deposit our sperm as close to the opening of their uterus as we can reach. All those other things are but bait that Mother Nature uses to lure us.

Exhausted, I fell on top of her, and she wrapped herself around me; both of our bodies were slippery as seals with sweat. We must have dozed off. I woke up to the sound of Lee Anne cursing.




Christian Femdom For Muslim Men



This idea that all Black guys fear pegging is absolutely ridiculous. My name is Cassandra Farmingdale and I'm a young woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I was born in the City of Mississauga, to a Jamaican immigrant father, Frank Farmingdale, and a white Canadian mother, Jessica Tremblay. I stand five-foot-nine, curvy and sexy, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and golden brown eyes. People say I look like Lauren London, that actress from the movie ATL. That bitch looks like me, I don't look like her!

These days, I attend the University of Toronto, where I study business administration on an academic scholarship. I love the City of Toronto, there's so much to do in this vast metropolis. Lots of funky shit for me to get into, and believe me, I do get into it. And when I'm not in class, working or singing in my church choir, I'm out there with my trusty strap-on, hunting down man booty. Make that Black male booty, to be specific. 

Why Black men, you may ask? Simply because, after trying my hand at BDSM, I found white males too wimpy and eager to bow down before my authority as a strong and beautiful, willful woman of color. They're weak and naturally submissive, hiding their insecurities behind job titles, degrees and bank accounts. All flash and no substance. I wanted to find a worthy challenge for my skills as a fledgling dominatrix. And let's face it, when you think of masculine power, passion and aggression, you're visualizing a BLACK man.

In my business ethics class, I met a tall, good-looking brother named Abdi Suleiman. The dude is a newcomer from the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and having been raised in a Muslim country, he's got some real sexist views when it comes to the rights of women. Where Abdi comes from, women are considered secondary to men, and the deeply patriarchal laws of Islam have kept things this way in the nation of Somalia for over a thousand years. I went after this brother with everything I've got.

Western males were brainwashed by feminist dogma and they've lost a portion of their manhood, not physically but psychologically. Males from Islamic countries think of women as inferior to men, and they've got their holy book to back them up. I find such males a worthy challenge, that's why I specifically targeted Abdi. At first, we clashed in classroom debates because of Abdi's truly backwards views on women and gender relations. The dude refused to budge on his stance, and for some reason, I couldn't get him out of my head.

The best way to lure a Muslim? Ask him or her about their great religion. That's exactly what I did. One day, after class, I approached Abdi and asked him about his faith, and Somali culture. At first, Abdi was hesitant, since he thought I was one of those rabid feminists who saw Islam as the enemy of all things connected to female empowerment. I got Abdi to let his guard down by telling him that at my church, I questioned the Pastor on doctrine and got a stern rebuke. You should have seen the change that came over Abdi. 

By hinting to the Somali Muslim dude that I was questioning Christian doctrine, I suggested to Abdi that I was questioning my faith, and Muslims are always drawn to people in spiritual crisis. That's how they spread their religion, you see. They approach the unsure and unwary and sweet talk them into conversion. Abdi smiled at me and invited me to grab a bite with him, and then, over lunch, we talked about Somali culture, Canadian society, global politics, and course, the similarities and differences between Christianity and Islam.

After that talk, Abdi offered me a copy of the Koran, and his own phone number if I had any questions. I took both happily, and thus began springing my trap. Every day at school, I would meet Abdi and we would talk, and slowly, I began to wear down his resolve. A guy is a guy, and guys have needs. Abdi Suleiman was a proud Muslim, true, but he's also a nineteen-year-old male who's never had sex with anyone. The Muslim brother set out to convert me to Islam but I instead seduced him and converted him....to BDSM and perversion.

Slowly but surely, I wore down Abdi Suleiman's resolve. One night, I invited him over to my place for, ahem, scripture study, but instead, he ended up studying every inch of my body. Once I greeted him naked under my bathrobe, Abdi's eyes went wide and the Somali brother started stammering. I smiled and took his trembling hands, and put them on my big, firm breasts. Abdi looked heavenward, begged for forgiveness, and then began sucking on my tits. I smiled victoriously, for I had my favorite Somali Muslim dude right where I wanted him.

That night, I laid Abdi Suleiman down in my bed, kissed him, sucked his dick and then impaled my aching pussy on his thick Somali cock. Dude was real hesitant but once he had his dick inside of me, he stopped talking all that religious nonsense and instead began pounding my cunt with everything he's got, just like any man would. Oh yeah, Abdi definitely showed me what he was made of. For a first timer, he handled himself well enough. Hell, dude made me cum twice, thanks his relentless pounding of my sweet pussy.

After that night, Abdi Suleiman became addicted to me, following me around campus like a puppy, and I had him wrapped around my little finger. When I began introducing elements of female domination, fetish and BDSM into our bedroom play, the Somali Muslim stud didn't mind. That's why, slowly but surely, I got Abdi to let me do freakier and freakier stuff to him. Until I had him right where I wanted him.

Abdi Suleiman probably doesn't know how he ended up on all fours, his arms and legs bound, while I stood over him, stark naked, in all of my womanly glory, stroking my strap-on dildo. Grinning, I ordered Abdi to suck the dildo, and when he didn't obey fast enough, I smacked him hard across the face. Time for this Muslim guy to realize the ultimate truth of human relations. Women rule, and men obey. That's the way of things. The Arabs and Somalis and other Muslims need to get with the damn program.

Abdi looked at me, stunned. I cocked an eyebrow, and raised my arm as if to strike him again. The Somali Muslim dude wrapped his lips around the head of my strap-on dildo, and began sucking on it. I swear, when Abdi did that, my pussy quivered with excitement. Thus I began dominating Abdi, thrusting my strap-on dildo down his throat. When Abdi finished polishing my dildo with his mouth and tongue, I smiled and told him I was going to fuck his ass next.

I rolled a condom over my strap-on dildo, and then used Aloe cream to lubricate both the dildo and Abdi's asshole. Grinning, I pressed my dildo against Abdi Suleiman's asshole. I could feel Abdi shudder with excitement and nervousness. I playfully smacked his ass, and then pushed my dildo into his asshole. 

Abdi squealed as I began fucking him. Just like I knew he would. I laughed heartily as I began fucking him, working my dildo up his ass. I fucked him slowly at first, then picked up speed. I ravaged his asshole. And I made him sing like a canary. I completely dominated Abdi Suleiman, the macho Muslim brother from Somalia. And it was absolutely glorious. One of my finest moments, I dare say. 

After this session, things changed between Abdi Suleiman and I. The Somali brother now looks at me with equal parts fear and respect. As well he should. Abdi comes from a place full of weak women who obey their men's every wish because their holy book commands them to. I just showed him that there are different kinds of women out there. Strong women. The type of women who don't bow down to males, but instead dominate men in every way. Women like myself. I am a strong, proud Christian dominatrix and Abdi Suleiman is my obedient Somali Muslim sex slave. Feminine power at its best. All is right with the world.



Christian Guy For Muslim Girl



Growing up in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, Timothy Jean-Pierre had access to all kinds of sexy ladies since he was a good-looking young Black man. Still, there were certain ladies which most players in town considered off-limits. Hijab-wearing Somali women and Arab women. The few White women who wore the hijab after going all Muslim and stuff didn't interest Timmy because he fucked White pussy so much he got tired of it. Nah, this Christian brother liked a challenge so he was going after much tougher prey. When he opted to study at Carleton University in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, he began focusing exclusively on the hijab-wearing Arab and Somali ladies at school. They appealed to Timmy greatly, though for the life of him he couldn't tell you why. 

In his psychology class he met this pretty young Arab woman named Farah Wahid, a native of the City of Sana'a in the Republic of Yemen. Farah was around five-foot-six, slender, with light bronze skin and dark eyes. Timmy found himself drawn to her. Unlike most of the hijab-wearing Muslim chicks on campus, Farah didn't keep to herself or only associate with other Muslims. Timmy found it fascinating how hijab-wearing young Muslim women on the Carleton University campus kept themselves apart from others, either consciously or unconsciously. Muslim guys, both Arab and Somali, weren't like that. They acted like regular guys. And they all had a fetish for blonde-haired White chicks. Timmy wasn't into White chicks anymore. White chicks were too easy. He banged like fifty of them in one year in the City of Montreal. Getting a White chick in Montreal to suck your dick when you're Black is easy as pie. Quebec girls were sluts of the worst caliber.

In Farah, Timothy found a challenge commensurate with his abilities. A lifelong slacker when it came to everything academic, Timothy badly needed a study buddy and Farah, a lifelong nerd, volunteered to be his study buddy. That's how they got to know each other. Timothy had been with chicks of every race and religion you could think of. He banged a Hindu chick named Parvati during a stay in the town of Laval back in Quebec. He also hooked up with a married Japanese woman during the summer of 2011. The 2012 school year was turning out to be different from what he expected. The ladies at Carleton University were nothing like the ones from the University of Montreal. Quebec women were freaky and sexually adventurous. Ontario women were dull and borderline sexually conservative. In two months in Ontario, Timothy got a blowjob from a Nigerian chick named Kali and he got some booty from a Kosovo woman named Ingrid. That was about it. The rest of the time, he had a major case of blue balls. Of course, Farah was around but the naïve, deceptively innocent Yemeni gal was starting to grow on Timothy.

Timothy was not having a good time in the City of Ottawa. The Capital of Canada was the most boring excuse for a town. Seriously. There was absolutely no nightlife. Also, Timothy didn't have many friends. Most of the Haitian students in Ottawa went to the bilingual institutions of higher education like the University of Ottawa and La Cite Collegiale. They didn't much care for Carleton University, also known as Last Chance University by Ottawa residents. Considering Timothy ended up there after flunking out of the University of Montreal, maybe Carleton University deserved its nickname. Yeah, he was in a boring town with virtually no friends and no outlets for his boisterous energies. And he wasn't getting any action from the local ladies. Apparently, cocky Black guys from Montreal didn't impress Ottawa women. Timothy was starting to seriously wonder if something in the water in Ottawa was turning a stud like him into a chump. What the fuck was going on here?

The one silver lining in the dreary dullness which his existence had become was Farah Wahid, the young Arab woman from the Republic of Yemen. When a guy unsuccessfully hits on a number of ladies in a specific area, women quickly know of him because they share tales with each other just like men do. In no time Timothy the Montreal stud found himself Mister Unpopular on the Carleton University. The local women were determined not to give him any pussy and our Haitian stud was one frustrated brother. He wondered if the universe wanted to shine his balls a deeper blue. One person came to his aid during his semi-depression. Farah Wahid. As he got to know her, he discovered that they had a lot in common. Whenever Timothy envisioned a hijab-wearing Arab woman, he pictured them as quiet, repressed and boring. Farah Wahid LOOKED like that but what she looked like and the reality of who she really was were two different things. Two completely different things.

For starters, who really imagines a hijab-wearing Arab woman from Yemen as an avid fan of the NBA? Timothy discovered that Farah Wahid loved the Boston Celtics just as much as he did. She knew all the details of his favorite players lives. Ray Allen. Rajon Rondo. Kevin Garnett. Paul "The Captain" Pierce. And even has-been Celtics one-shots like Shaquille O'Neal and that punk Stephon Marbury. Timothy couldn't believe it. Not only was Farah an NBA fanatic, she also owned numerous NBA video games. Oh, and she was also a fan of Linkin Park, Jay-Z, Kanye West, and of course Three Days Grace. Wow. As he discovered these things about her, he looked at her with newfound respect and appreciation. He just couldn't imagine a woman from her part of the world as being into the same things he was. Oh, well. Now he felt stupid for assuming all Arab women were repressed, dull and boring. Farah Wahid was turning out to be a really interesting young woman.

Thanks to her help, Timothy Jean-Pierre actually passed the psychology midterm. He'd taken it as an easy elective and quickly discovered he'd bitten off more than he could chew. Thankfully, Farah Wahid came to his rescue. He got an eighty five out of a hundred for a psych exam. Oh, man. This was the first time he got a B in anything in ages. He was so happy when he checked the exam results on WebCT on the school computer that he excitedly grabbed Farah Wahid and swung her around. Now, big and tall Black guys grabbing and lifting hijab-wearing Arab women aren't something Ottawa people are used to seeing. And the numerous Arab male students sitting among the throngs of Whites, Asians and Black students inside the library stared at Farah and Timothy. The Haitian stud suddenly remembered what Farah told him about conservative Muslim women not touching men they weren't related to and apologized. She looked at him, smiled and gently touched his arm. She told him he didn't need to apologize. Timothy smiled and relief. Linking her arm with his, Farah told him she wanted to do lunch. Timothy grinned. What do you think he said?

Arm in arm, the big and tall Haitian man from Montreal, Quebec, and the short, quiet young Arab woman from Yemen walked through the quad, heading to the University Center. Timothy didn't know it but his life was about to change. For while he thought he was seducing Farah Wahid and wearing her down all semester, she was doing the same thing to him. And she did it with much greater finesse and effectiveness. For Farah Wahid had her eye on the cocky but dopey sweet wannabe player from Montreal. She could see right through him. He acted like a tough guy and a ladies man but inside, he was just a shy and insecure young man. Always eager to please women. Farah smiled to herself as Timothy looked at her adoringly. Oh, yeah. His fine ass would belong to her soon enough. For you see, people in the Western world forget that Muslim women are women like all other women. No matter where one goes, women are crafty creatures and no matter what men do, they're women's toys. Women choose the men since time immemorial and not the other way around. That afternoon, in front of the entire cafeteria, Farah Wahid shared a kiss with Timothy Jean-Pierre, her chosen one. While he fumbled for words, she silenced him and decided they would go to the movies together this weekend. And Timothy agreed because he's a man and she's a WOMAN and women run the show. And that's that, ladies and gentlemen. 



Christian Housekeeper's First Anal



CHAPTER ONE.

My names is Ken Johnson I divorced my wife Greta two years ago after discovering what many of my close friends had all known for months that she was having an affair with her tennis coach. Divorcing Greta was a long drawn out affair contested by her fortunately we had no children so the financial settlement was not crippling. I got to keep the former matrimonial home and Greta had to go back into employment which must have come as a huge shock to her. 

Adjusting to a life living alone was not easy and my friends suggested that employing a housekeeper would leave me free to write and take care of the daily household chores. I placed an ad for a housekeeper in the local newspaper but didn't receive a single reply in seven days. One Saturday afternoon as I was leaving my golf club I was stopped in the car park by a member called George Jones who I didn't know very well and didn't like at all. 

I knew George was a self employed accountant he was married and a regular attendee at the local church. I always tried to avoid George's company as I thought him to be a pious and rather pompous individual with no sense of humour. George explained that he had heard my ad for a housekeeper hadn't received any replies and told me that he may have a solution to my problem. His wife Angela had been on the lookout for a cleaning job and she was an excellent cook. 

George pointed out that I had met her once at Golf Club function if I employed her I would not be admitting a stranger into my home. I told George I was desperate to fill the vacancy and asked him to get his wife to telephone me if she fancied taking the job. Try as I might I could not remember the name of George's wife recall what she looked like or when I had met her. 

Shortly after lunch that same afternoon George rang me and told me that his wife Angela was interested in working for me. I spoke on the phone with her and asked her to come round to my home to be interviewed. Angela came to my home a couple of hours later, after a brief conversation we agreed her duties, hours and rate of pay. When she informed me she was free to start work on the following Monday morning I was delighted. She seemed to be a very capable woman and I could finally get on with my writing without having to concern myself with household chores. 

Employing Angela worked out well my home and clothes were always clean and the meals she prepared for me were always excellent. She was very quiet and reserved and rarely spoke but she worked hard and did a good job. Despite Angela visiting my home five times a week for over twelve months I knew very little about her. She once told me that she attended a local gym and occasionally ran in marathons which surprised me. Although Angela was only three years younger than I at 35yrs of age she always dressed very conservatively which made her appear older.

Angela had long mousy coloured hair which normally she scraped back and pinned behind her head. The clothing she wore to work was drab and colourless her clothes always appeared to be two large, two long and smother her rather slender frame serving to make her appear shapeless. Angela wasn't unattractive but the fact that she never wore any makeup contributed to her rather plain appearance. When I looked at her I could never imagine her running in a marathon or visiting a gym. 

The church appeared to be at the centre of Angela's life and was one of the few things she ever spoke about. As Christmas approached I started to think that I ought to buy Angela a present to reward her for all her hard work but hadn't got a clue what I should buy. A couple of weeks prior Christmas I was working in the small bedroom I had converted into my office. I was thinking about Angela's Christmas present when she entered carrying a cup of tea and a sandwich she'd made for my lunch. 

I asked if she and her husband would be attending the Christmas Dinner Dance being held at the Golf Club the following weekend. Angela confirmed that they were attending but told me she was quite anxious about the event as it was a Black Tie formal dinner. She told me that on her previous attendances she had felt embarrassed when she compared her dull outfits to the expensive evening gowns worn by the wives of other member's.

That gave me an idea I told Angela that I was intending to buy her a gift and asked if she would accept a trip to the Beauty Parlour for a makeover and a new evening dress to wear to the Dinner Dance as a Christmas present. Angela initially declined and only after a lot of persuasion did she finally accepted my offer which she described as being far too generous. I made Angela an appointment at the Beauty Parlour for the Saturday of the Christmas Dance then telephoned Christine at the boutique from which I had always purchased my ex wife's clothes. I gave Christine a brief appraisal of Angela and her lack of dress sense asking if she would be kind enough to assist her to choose a dress suitable for Golf Club Dinner Dance. I also asked Christine not disclose the price of any garment selected as Angela was likely to base her choice on cost rather than style Christine immediately understood and agreed to help. 

CHAPTER TWO.

Come the evening of the Christmas Dance I arrived at the golf club early and saw to my disappointment that I had been seated at the same table as Angela and George. I took my place leaning on the bar with my drink and observing the crowd of members and their wives chattering around the elegantly laid diner tables. 

I was talking to a couple of male friends when Angela made her jaw dropping entrance. Gone was her mousy coloured hair, now her hair was dyed black and had been styled to form a mass of small tight curls that cascaded down onto her bare shoulders. Her black tresses flattered and framed her now beautifully made up face. It took me several seconds before I realised that this actually was my housekeeper and she looked stunning. 

Angela's evening dress was a scarlet figure hugging off the shoulder number with a revealing neckline that plunged to her naval. The dress clung to every shapely contour of her lithe elegant body like a shimmering second skin. The dress tapered to the floor and was slashed to the waist. As Angela walked her long shapely tanned bare legs were revealed as she took each confident stride. 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing the quiet plain woman that had worked in my home for over twelve months had been transformed into this beautiful elegant woman striding confidently towards me. Angela radiated style, elegance and confidence. She stood tall and straight her square shoulders pulled back thrusting her pert breasts forward displaying them magnificently. Angela I mused wouldn't have looked out of place strolling down the red carpet at Hollywood Film Premier on the arm of a male superstar. 

The chattering subsided as all eyes turned to look at her. As she walked with feline grace to my side her pert breast jiggled provocatively with every step. Angela flashed me a smile that lit up her face, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek before she spreading her arms wide and twirled around asking if I approved of her wonderful new look. I told her that I was flabbergasted she looked like a film star and certainly wasn't going to feel unattractive or underdressed at this function. I also told Angela something she already knew and was revelling in. "Every man in the room is staring at you, you look beautiful, no gorgeous." 

Angela saw that I was staring at her magnificent cleavage deliberately she leaned forward permitting me an even closer inspection of her cleavage giggling girlishly as she whispered. "Not everyone is so pleased with my wonderful new look. George told me I look like a tart and refused to bring me this evening. We had a blazing row and I told him that I would come on my own if I had to but I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to show off my new look and this beautiful dress." 

When I finally raised my eyes from Angela's magnificent breast I saw her husband George standing behind her with a face like thunder. I welcomed him shook his limp hand and asked what he would like to drink. George ordered a large Tonic Water with a twist of lemon explaining that he was driving. Angela requested large Rum & Coke tilting her head coquettishly and laughing she informed me "I'm going to make the most of this evening. I have never looked or felt this good in my life and that is due entirely to your generosity." Angela added "Oh and I also know Christine lied when she told me how much the dress cost because I saw the price ticket. It was very expensive but I adore it and hoped you wouldn't mind?"

"I don't know what the dress cost but it was worth every penny. The colour and style suit you and shows off your curvaceous athletic body, you look simply magnificent."

Angela blushed and smiled radiantly at my effusive compliment she then asked if I had told Christine to fib about the cost of her evening dress. I replied that I just wanted her to look good and not to feel inferior the other women attending. Angela beamed as she replied that I had achieved my objective she had never felt or looked so sexy in her life. "I just love my new look and this beautiful dress." 

Angela's bosom was heaving her eyes were wide and shining with fully dilated pupils she was clearly turned on and her sexual arousal was quite apparent. After enjoying a couple more drinks at the bar Angela became more relaxed and quite animated attracting quite a crowd mostly men around her. All of them anxious to talk and take the opportunity to admire her shapely figure and magnificent breast. 

Angela flirted outrageously with them all flashing her sexy smile. She ignored the fact that not one man looked her in the eye instead they carried on a conversation with her exquisitely displayed breasts. Whilst Angela revelled in the male the attention her husband retreated further and further away from her infuriated by her brazen behaviour and making no effort to hide the fact. 

CHAPTER THREE

When we were called into dinner George was nowhere to be seen. Angela smiling happily took my arm and I escorted her to our table where I discovered that I had been seated alongside her. To Angela's left sat George who was determined not to enjoy the evening and sulked like a child all the way through the excellent meal. Angela was equally determined to make the most of being the centre of attention. 

Shortly after taking her seat she deliberately turned her back on her husband and I became the focus of her outrageous flirting. At one point she leaned over so deeply I was certain that her magnificent breasts were going to spill from her low cut dress as Angela whispered into my ear "How do you think I'm doing?" 

I told her that her company was captivating also as I was the main subject of her outrageous flirting I too was thoroughly enjoying my evening. Angela breast jiggled as she laughed heartily then told me quietly "You really should be a little more discreet. You're staring at my tits, George has noticed and he's certain that you're trying to proposition me."

I replied that I was guilty as charged and didn't much care what George or anyone else thought. I expressed my surprise at her use of the word Tits explaining that I thought as a committed Christian she would not use such profanity. Angela laughed as she told me George was the committed Christian she was an agnostic but he insisted she attended church with him every Sunday. It was all part of the charade that was their marriage. 

Angela astonished me when she told me that her marriage was a sham. "We sleep in separate beds and have done for years I can't remember when we last had sex." 

She turned to George and asked in a voice heard by everyone seated at the table "When was the last time you and I had sex George I simply can't remember it was so long ago?" 

George's face glowed red in embarrassment he stood up and announced to everyone seated at the table that his wife was unwell and they were leaving the function. My heart sank I was thoroughly enjoying Angela's company. Inflicting further embarrassment on her husband Angela refused to leave telling George she felt fine and was enjoying herself for the first time in a decade. He could go home if he wished to but she would only be leaving when she was good and ready to. George couldn't take any more he stormed out of the room leaving Angela sitting at my side calm and smiling as if nothing had happened. 

She leaned over and informed me that nothing and no-one was going to cut short her enjoyment of the evening. The band started to play at Waltz and Angela asked if I would like to dance with her. Needing no second invitation I stood and escorted her onto the dance floor. 

As I held Angela in my arms her arms gripped me tightly round my neck which squeezed her breast together and raised them up onto my chest. Angela conspiratorial voice whispered in my ear telling me there was one tiny thing spoiling the look. Her new dress clung so tightly to her ass everyone could see her panty line. She had been warned about the potential problem but after George started carrying on she had forgotten Christine's advice to wear a thong or no panties at all. 

Angela asked to be excused and walked from the dance floor, I returned to my seat at the dinner table. When Angela returned she tapped me on the shoulder and beckoned me back to the dance floor. Back in my arms Angela whispered into my ear "That feels so sexy although it's a little draughty because I took my panties off and flushed them down the toilet. If I am dressed like a tart then perhaps I ought to act more like one." 

I re-assured Angela telling her that she looked nothing short of magnificent also she was very beautiful. She acknowledged the compliment with a warm smile and a tender kiss full on my lips. She pressed her magnificent breasts harder into my chest and asked me. "How could my husband say such a thing? It's clear to me that all he ever wanted was a cook and a cleaner he certainly doesn't want me for sex any more." 

I replied that I could not understand how George could refuse to have sex with Angela telling her honestly that she had a beautiful face a body to die for and a captivating personality. Angela squeezed me even more tightly and looked lovingly into my eyes as her lithe toned body swayed sensuously against mine I felt my cock starting to stir in my pants. 

Angela also felt it beginning to rise, she placed a hand over her mouth glanced down at my swelling crotch and giggled naughtily. Angela whispered that it was very plain to her that I was unlikely to refuse to have sex with her should the opportunity arise. She suggested that perhaps we should step outside before one of the seated onlookers told us to "Get a Room." 

I agreed and walked Angela to an emergency exit leading out to an area at the rear of the building where we were unlikely to be disturbed.

CHAPTER FOUR.

When we stepped out of the building the cold night air made Angela shiver I removed my Dinner Jacket and placed it around her bare shoulders. Angela grasped me to her and kissed me passionately probing my mouth with her tongue and pressing her crotch into my ever swelling prick. She was almost panting as told me that she wasn't cold she was quivering in excitement and anticipation. 

She felt sexy and desired for the first time in long time and she had me to thank for those feelings. As we kissed again Angela slowly swayed and pressed her hips harder against my now fully erect cock. She threw back her head laughing at her brazen efforts to seduce me. As she doubled over laughing her magnificent breast tumbled free from the constraints of her revealing gown. 

I stared open mouthed at Angela's beautiful firm breast and the dark aureoles surrounding her protruding nipples. Angela glanced down at her pert breast and making no attempt to replace them in her dress she told me. "Hold them I would love you to, you've been staring at them all evening and it would be a shame if you didn't." 

Angela's voice was rasping and throaty, very sexy and an octave lower than normal. I desperately wanted to bury my face into her beautiful breast but reluctantly told her that I didn't want to take advantage of the situation. She had been involved in an argument with her husband had consumed a lot of alcohol and was probably feeling vulnerable and unloved. 

Angela told me that I wouldn't be taking advantage of her situation and after not having had sex for several years she was desperate to renew the acquaintance with it preferably with me. She thrust her hand down the waistband of my trousers and grasped my stiff cock kissing me fiercely and probing my mouth with her tongue. She looked at me eyes wide in amazement as she told me that my cock was enormous, twice the length and girth of her husbands.

Angela confirmed what I already knew, that I was better endowed than most men. She gently eased the foreskin of my throbbing cock back and forth in the limited space available. Then she took hold of my hand guided it through the slit in her dress and placed it onto her hairless wet cunt. She gasped as first my fingers lightly brushed over her clitoris then moved down to the gaping wet lips of her cunt and plunged into it. 

After clinging onto my neck and enjoying the sensations my probing fingers were creating. Angela gently tugged my hand away from her cunt sank onto her haunches and tugged down the zip on my trousers to prize my swollen cock free. She pausing for a few seconds to inspect my stiff cock which was pointing straight at her face she told me "I've only ever been fucked by George I was a virgin when we met. I always thought he had a small one but never new how small it actually was, is yours normal?"

I told Angela that my cock probably a little above average size but it wasn't massive. She replied that it was enormous compared to George's then greedily popped it into her mouth. Angela took me completely by surprise as she sank my long prick deep into her throat then slowly withdrew it slurping noisily. Her head repeatedly bobbed back and forwards as she slid my cock ever deeper into her throat. 

Angela's lips made a soft popping sound when she plucked my cock from her mouth. She then pushed her tongue under my foreskin and rotated it around the head of my saliva coated prick. While she was performing this exquisite service she slid one hand along the length of my saliva coated shaft. With her other she gently massaged my sack and balls.

The sensations she created were mind blowing and made my cock jerk and grow even harder. I asked Angela how she was able to take my cock into deep into her throat without gagging she chuckled and replied "Lots of practice." 

I asked "What on George's small cock?"

Angela laughed shaking her head so vigorously her tits bounced from side to side. "You have the book Deep Throat to thank not my husband's tiny cock." I read the book and it fascinated me so much I practiced the technique with a carrot until I could do it without gagging" 

"You've read Deep Throat?" I asked in total astonishment. 

Angela laugh again explaining that she had grabbed the book without reading a little of it thinking it was going to be about The Watergate Scandal. She recalled the man who sold her the book giving her a strange look when he handed over. It was my turn to laugh telling her I would have liked to have seen her expression when she read the first chapter and discovered the content was quite different to Watergate. Angela replied "I loved that book I read it over and over in bed and pleasured myself at the same time." 

Angela told me that was the only way to release her sexual tension after George stopped having sex with her. Looking up at me Angela had a wicked smile on her face as she observed "I could have had affairs I had plenty of offers but I wasn't that type of girl then. I'm full of surprises tonight aren't I?" 




Christian Housekeeper's First Anal



Angela resumed licking the head of my cock as if it was a lollypop she even observed that my personal hygiene was excellent and my cock was the best she'd ever tasted. She smiled salaciously as she gently pulled back my foreskin to reveal the glistening purple head of my cock. Tenderly she kissed the tip before she resumed plunging it into her throat with a speed and ferocity that astonished and delighted me. 

Angela was obviously well practiced in the art of sucking a cock practicing with the carrot had made her an expert. The Angela I thought I knew was a committed Christian and a pillar of her local church. Yet here she now was squatting in front of me with her breast bouncing up and down as she greedily devoured my cock. I began to fuck her mouth and throat with relish but as quickly as she had started to slither her mouth up and down my cock she stopped. 

CHAPTER SIX.

Standing up Angela told me it was my turn to pleasure her before I fucked her. "I would love you to eat my cunt until I scream for you to stop and then fuck me senseless." 

Angela peeled her beautiful shimmering evening dress up over her hips to reveal her shaved vagina. Then she perched upon a low wall spread her legs wide and with both hands held opened the glistening moist lips of her cunt as she asked me. "Tell me that you like eating pussy or I'll feel so bloody stupid sitting here holding its lips open for you?"

The sight of Angela's inviting quim with its pink wet lips glistening in the moonlight meant that I needing no further encouragement. I shoved my face into her inviting cunt took her pink clitoris between my lips and rolled it from side to side. Whilst I did this I flicked my tongue over her clit's dainty tip. Angela moaned, grasped my hair and crushed my face into her pulsing cunt. 

She was gasping for breath and became more vocal urging me to thrust my tongue deeper into her vagina to try to locate and stimulate her G spot. I did so and succeeded in spectacular fashion after only a minute or two gently stimulating the roof of her cunt Angela's body shuddered her juices ran down my probing tongue and into my mouth. She almost tore my hair from its roots as she squirmed on my tongue begging me to continue as she climaxed.

Angela writhed and gripped my head between her thighs whilst her hands forced my face harder into her dripping cunt ensuring that she rubbed my nose against her tingling clitoris. My tongue continued to explore every inch of Angela's pulsating cunt, she squirmed and writhed as the tension and fluttering sensation built deep in her cunt forecasting the imminent arrival of another orgasm. Angela was grunting wildly as her rapidly her approaching orgasm overwhelmed her she begged me to continue tonguing her.  

She screamed loudly welcoming her second orgasm which was even more intense than her first. She grasped my hair and guided me to stimulate the most sensitive areas of her pulsating cunt. She urged me to press harder with my tongue whilst she ground my face onto her tingling clitoris. Angela's body trembled then shook violently as her sweet juices spurted onto my mouth and face dripping from it onto the floor. "That was quite exquisite" Angela exclaimed triumphantly.

I've faked orgasms before for George but have never experienced the real thing with a man. Now I've had two in almost as many minutes and both were mind blowing my nerve ends are gangling and my cunt and clit are burning they feel like they're on fire."  

Angela complimented me. "You were sensational you really know how to pleasure a woman. I didn't believe there was a man alive capable of making me experience that. George just pumped his cock in and out of my cunt until he came leaving me high and dry. He wasn't very good in bed and thought that's all there was to it the selfish bastard." 

I couldn't get past Angela telling me that she didn't believe there was a man alive capable of making her feel like that and wondered if a woman maybe had. Clapping her hands gleefully Angela asked "Will you fuck me doggy fashion I've never actually done it like that and I'd like to try. I want to experience every centimetre of your wonderfully large cock as deep inside me as I can?" 

CHAPTER SEVEN.

Without waiting for an answer Angela slid from the wall turned around and leaned forward supporting herself upon the wall. She thrust back her firm round buttocks presenting the gaping wet lips of her cunt to my aching erection. Almost pleading with me she asked "Please shove it into me really hard I think I'd like that." 

The quiet shy woman I had known for over a year had been transformed herself into a beautiful wanton woman who was almost begging me to fuck her doggy fashion I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. As I stepped forward and positioned my pulsating cock still wet with her saliva between the dripping lips of her fanny Angela pleaded "Shove it into me as hard and as deep as you can. I'm not made of glass and you won't hurt me." 

I willingly complied and rammed my cock deep into her gaping slippery cunt. Angela gave out an animal like grunt and thrust back to receive my cock with matching force there was a noisy slap as my hips and her buttocks met, Angela then almost demanded. "Take your cock out of my cunt and do it again harder this time if you can." 

My head was spinning at the contradiction that was Angela. Yet here I was aggressively fucking my housekeeper formerly a quiet, shapeless, plain woman of few words now a rampant aggressive lithe, beautiful and extremely vocal fucking machine. I removed my cock and re-positioned it at the dripping entrance to her eager gaping cunt but I didn't shove it into her as Angela expected. 

Instead I gently rubbed the wet head of my cock between the gaping lips of her inviting wet quim then tantalised her hard pink clitoris. Angela loved it she wriggled her ass and raised her knees higher opening her dripping wet cunt even wider. 

Growing more confident that Angela was up for anything I slid my wet cock down between the cheeks of her firm round buttocks and circled the dark wrinkled rose of her ass. When I applied a little pressure to the entrance Angela responded eagerly throwing her head back and groaning loudly telling me "That was wonderful please do it again." 

I repeated the process of repeatedly brushing the tip of my cock over Angela's shimmering pink hard clit then stroked it up and down between the puffy wet lips of her cunt. I presented my cock to the rose of Angela's twitching ass and applied a little more pressure than before stopping as the rose of her ass relaxed a little to allow my cock entry. 

Angela's whole body trembled and she moaned throwing her head back and screaming in abandon. She enjoyed having her vagina and clitoris stimulated but when my prick touched the entrance to her ass did Angela's body really begin to respond I realised that she was willing me to penetrate her ass. I toyed with the idea of inserting just the head of my wet cock into her arse then quickly plucking it out but decided not to for now. Instead I returned my cock to Angela's dripping cunt and slid it deep inside her. Angela cried out and grunted noisily as my balls slapped against her arse she just loved being fucked for the first time in a long time. 

Faster and harder I smashed my cock into Angela's cunt as she urged me on wriggling and rotating her hips to ensure that I explored every centimetre of her. Finally Angela roared. "I'm coming again I don't fucking believe it." 

She bucked and wriggled as I impaled her on my stiff throbbing cock burying it ever deeper into her receptive willing cunt. I felt the walls of Angela's cunt grip my cock as it slid into her and I could hold back no longer my cocked jerked repeatedly as I exploded my semen deep inside her. Angela experienced another body wracking orgasm she screamed and bucked in delight and concentrated all of her efforts in prolonging the tingling sensations ripping through her cunt. "Please don't take your cock out of me it's the most wonderful feeling ever. Having a huge cock buried in my cunt is something I've longed to experience and I just adore it."

When Angela felt my erection beginning to subside the walls of her cunt contracted even more as she tried to grip my cock and prevent it sliding from out of her ultimately she failed. Joyfully Angela threw her arms around my neck kissed me repeatedly thanking me for the best sex she had ever experienced in her life. 

One minute later Angela was pleading with me to fuck her again and to help me achieve another erection she dropped onto her haunches and greedily lapped our combined juices from my balls and semi stiff cock. Looking up at me she asked if I had ever fucked a woman's ass, she told me that anal sex was something she had never experienced. "I've read all about it and fantasised about it but I've never actually done it." Angela also told me she had been convinced that at one point I was going to insert my large cock into her ass. "You were thinking about it weren't you?" 

When I confirmed that the thought had crossed my mind Angela told me that she wished I had and wanted me to do it so much. She had held her breath anticipating the moment I put my cock in her ass and had almost peed herself. "I've longed to discover what it feels like to have a man's cock buried in my ass I even dream about it sometimes." 

I could not believe I was hearing correctly and asked. "You've dreamed about having my cock in your ass?" 

Angela replied that she had dreamed all manner of sexual fantasies and asked if I'd had any similar dreams. I admitted I'd had a few racy dreams since divorcing my wife. Angela asked "Did any of your dreams involve me I bet they didn't?" 

I lied and said that they had how could I not say that after I'd just fucked her. Angela went on to tell me that when she was still having sex with George he used to occasionally insert his finger into her ass while they were fucking, but despite her plea's he always refused to follow his finger with his cock and that had frustrated the hell out of her. George used to tell her that anal sex was unnatural and against religious teachings. He had been oblivious to the fact that inserting his finger into Angela's ass drove her wild and only fuelled her desire to be anally penetrated. 

"I used to buck and scream like a maniac when he put his finger into my backside and that made him come instantaneously. But it didn't matter how many times I begged him to he wouldn't shove his cock in my ass, in the end he refused to have sex with me at all."

CHAPTER EIGHT.

I suggested that we ought to leave the dinner and go to my house where we would be warmer, much more comfortable and would not be disturbed. Angela refused point blank telling me that the danger of being caught getting fucking in the ass would only serve to heighten her pleasure. She insisted that she wanted her first experience of anal sex to be here and now. Angela's beautiful breasts were heaving her nipples were darker, hard and even more prominent. As she sucked in a lungful of the cold night air Angela looked to be almost in panic mode such was her level of arousal. 

Her hard breast and erect purple nipples pointed up at the moon in anticipation of me fulfilling her darkest desire. Angela was ecstatic when my cock which was still clutched in her hand started to rise to another hard erection she pleaded with me "You're going to do it aren't you, you're going to shove this big cock in my ass and fuck me there? I'll scream like a banshee when you do, I've lusted for it so long." 

Angela sprang to her feet causing her beautiful breast to bounce vigorously up and down. She quickly turned around and supported herself on the low wall spreading her beautiful breast pointing straight down at the floor. Angela spread her legs wide ready to receive my cock into her eager ass. Panting hard and filled with anticipation she instructed me. "Put your fingers in my cunt and get them well lubricated before you slide them into my backside."

Angela was shivering with anticipation of what I was intending to do to her. When I inserted my fingers into her swollen quim a trickle of my semen intermixed with her juices trickled into the palm of my hand. I used the sticky mixture to lubricate the dark wrinkled entrance to her ass before I inserted and rotated my middle finger. Angela wriggled her firm backside welcoming my finger and squealing in delight.

She was obviously anticipating what was to going to follow it. Slowly I pushed my finger deeper into her receptive anus surprised only a slight resistance to the intrusion. I realised that her anus was well used to accommodating things far larger than my one lone finger. 

When I began to rotate my finger Angela responded immediately rotating her hips and squealing, an encouraging low moan escaped from her lips and echoed in the cold night air. After a few more rotations I inserted a second finger Angela greeted its arrival with another throaty moan and sustained backwards pressure. I could not fail to notice how relaxed the muscles of her sphincter and body were despite the intrusion of my probing fingers. 

I wondered if after George refusal to have sex she had not only masturbated but also had pleasured herself with the assistance of a vibrator and dildo inserted into both of her wonderfully receptive orifices. 

Angela asked if I would shove my cock into her cunt whist still continuing to rotate my fingers in her arse. How could I refuse such an invitation? As soon as my cock slid into her cunt Angela moaned louder and her athletic body shuddered. "Don't stop it's wonderful and I adore it." 

I pushed my throbbing cock into and out of Angela's receptive cunt whilst I continued to probe and rotate three lubricated fingers in her ass. Angela began to respond to the rhythm I generated and threw her head back groaning, loudly telling me "This is wonderful but I can't wait to feel your huge cock stuck in my ass." 

Alternately Angela rotated or thrust her hips back to receive my cock in her sloppy cunt and bury my fingers deeper into her ass. My fingers could feel my cock gently sliding back and forth in Angela's slippery cunt and the thrilling sensation made my cock grow longer and harder. As our cadence increased I could feel Angela's body begin to tense as the familiar waves of pleasure started to accumulate deep inside her and lead up to yet another orgasm. 

I could feel Angela body tense, she was trying to anticipate the moment I would withdraw my cock from her slippery cunt and slide it into her waiting ass. She began to quicken her tempo thrusting back and panting heavily as her orgasm built. "Oh my god I'm going to come again in a minute this is so magical. I have your stubby fingers probing my ass and you huge cock jammed into my cunt and I love it." 

To hasten the arrival of her orgasm Angela reached down, I felt her hand brush against my balls as she began to stimulate her clitoris. Another violent shudder racked Angela's body signalling the imminent onset of an orgasm. Quickly I pulled my gleaming sticky cock out of her pulsating cunt and with only slight resistance offered popped its bulbous head into her arse. 

As the entrance to her ass held the head of my cock in its grip Angela screamed she panted repeatedly trying to relax the tension her virgin ass was experiencing. I held the bulbous head of my cock stuck in Angela's tight ass still allowing the muscles to relax once they became accustomed to my cocks intrusion. Angela told me she felt some pain when the head of my cock had first entered her ass but that quickly changed to a warm full feeling as her ass muscles stretched to accommodate me. 

Once she became accustomed to having the head of my cock stuck in her ass Angela thrust back her hips forcefully burying it deep into her canal. She screamed loudly as the heady mixture of pain and pleasure assaulted her ass. Just as she had predicted Angela went wild when she felt my cock burrowing deep into her ass. 

First she shuddered then bucked violently screaming as she felt my shaft stretching her dark canal. She was panting heavily trying to relax and accommodate the thick long cock now deep inside her ass. The further my cock penetrated her tight ass the more intensely pleasurable the sensations were for me. My rock hard cock was twitching and jerking and I wanted to come in her ass so much my balls ached. To ensure that I didn't come prematurely I stopped penetrating Angela further gasped for air and concentrating hard to stop myself from coming. 

Angela turned her head and smiled at me lecherously asking if I was ready to come in her ass I told her I could hold back much longer. Angela asked me to remove my cock completely from her ass the slam in back into her ass. I complied and withdrew my cock until it popped out of her ass I presented the bulbous head at the still gaping entrance and rammed it back into her ass as deep as I could as Angela vigorously rubbed her clit. Her whole body writhed and trembled and her knees buckled involuntarily as her screams of delight filled the night. She begged me to knead her breasts and squeeze her nipples hard whilst I repeated the process. 

When I complied Angela began to scream and grunt louder and louder with the effort she employed to help me to impale her upon my cock. She was screaming and bucking like the bull trying to dislodge the cowboy on its back in a Wild West Rodeo. Angela was not tying to extricate my cock which was swelling and throbbing deep and embedded deep in her ass she was trying to impale herself further upon it and revelling in every second of the experience. 

Having her ass penetrated and stretched by my large cock was the stuff of dreams for her. This evening Angela was living her dream and thrilling in slightly painful experience. Now knowing Angela's sexual preferences I slithered my cock fully from her gripping ass I rubbed the head of my slippery cock gently on the shiny rose of the open entrance to her ass and thrust my cock into her with all the force I could muster. 

As my hips smashed into her buttocks and my cock penetrated her bowel my wet balls slapped onto her firm buttocks making them ache. Cold sweat was beginning to form on Angela's firm breast and back whilst my sweat soaked my dress shirt. Angela bucked and screamed louder and louder urging me to penetrate her deeper screaming she told me she was going to come any second. She begged me spray my semen into her deepest recesses. 

Angela could feel my cock twitching in her ass as my warm semen flooded her insides another orgasm ripped through Angela's lithe swearing body. She was totally out of control bucking and screaming impaled on my throbbing twitching cock as she told the night sky "I'm been fucked in the ass by my employer's huge cock and I love every nerve gangling second it's fantastic the best sex ever." 

Angela abandoned herself to the moment her pent up emotion and expectation combined with the tingling coursing through her cunt and ass drove her insane. Her whole body was shaking and Angela screamed again her cunt was throbbing and her ass stung but she had longed to experience those feelings. With a deep sigh Angela collapsed exhausted onto the wall in between gasp of breath Angela told me "I'm no longer an anal virgin I've been fucked in the ass by an expert with a huge cock. You dressed me like a Princess then fucked me like a whore and I adore you for it. I want to do it over and over again." 

I couldn't help but laugh at her unbridled joy and brazenness she was exhibiting and told her "You're not a Christian you're a fantastically beautiful, athletic fucking machine. You have the looks of a movie star, the body and stamina of an athlete and the sexual proclivities of a harlot and I adore you." 




Christian Housekeeper's First Anal



I slid my cock out of Angela's arse and stared down at the gaping pink hole of her once virgin ass. I saw a small trickle of frothy semen bubble out of her ass and slowly trickle down between the cheeks of her beautiful round firm buttocks. 

Angela also felt my semen trickling down into her gaping wet cunt and shivered. It was a wonderful sight and made me long to again to fill the void of her ass with my cock but I just was not able to.

I kissed Angela passionately and asked if she would give me a few minutes rest before making any demands for a repeat performance. "If you really do adore me you'll take no more than an hour. We'll go back to your place have a coffee and a shower then I can thank you over and over again for the makeover, this beautiful dress and for fucking my ass until it was sore. It may take sometime so I'll have to stay the night do you mind?" 

"Just how many sex fantasies have you had?" I enquired laughing. 

"Lots and lots, they're all very different and equally thrilling as the last one." Angela announced triumphantly beaming at me.

I asked Angela what she would say to George if she arrived home after spending the night in my bed "That's the easy part I'll tell him the truth. I've been fucked to a standstill in my cunt then in my arse and I loved every second of it. I'm going to tell George that I'm leaving him then I will have to find somewhere to live. "Do you fancy having me as you're live in housekeeper or would you like me to become your very own fucking machine?" 

Angela's question didn't require a great deal of thought "You can move in any time you like. Into your own room if you like but you would be very welcome in mine." 

Angela told George when he arrived home from church on Sunday lunchtime exactly as she said she would. Two hours later Angela walked into my home smiling happily, still wearing her beautiful evening dress. She dropped her suitcase onto the floor and taking me by the hand pulled me up the stairs to my bedroom.

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