Shifty Shellshock from Crazy Town joins the podcast to discuss surviving his drug problem, the two iterations of Crazy Town, keeping the spirit alive, and much more. Sponsored by: DistroKid Follow The Punk Rock MBA on Twitter, Facebook, and YouTube. Follow Finn McKenty on Instagram and Twitch. PRMBA Merch Produced and edited by Deanna Chapman. Support The Punk Rock MBA on Patreon Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Analizamos los 4 episodios de "Blood Origin", la miniserie de 4 episodios que sirve de precuela a "The Witcher" y, como no iba a ser menos, comentamos también el porqué de sus ridículas valoraciones entre los fans, el cabreo por la marcha de Henry Cavill y la amenaza que se cierne sobre la franquicia. Únete a nosotros en Telegram: t.me/marcianosenuntren Con Jose Ceballos y XeviPanda Edita: Yocasta Lara Música: Los Infiltrados, Limp Bizkit, Korn y Crazy Town ¿Quieres anunciarte en este podcast? Hazlo con advoices.com/podcast/ivoox/311035 Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals
Jossan har haft ett kanonår framför teven och K har varit ovanligt usel den här julen. Det blir en mycket svag årssammanfattning och så får vi äntligen veta vem som är vem i Charles Dickens julsaga. Gillar du Crazy Town kommer du att älska Cruel Town. Lyssna själv på underproduktion.se/crueltown
Happy New Year LIPS - best wishes for 2023 and thank you for the support. Big love!Mixing storytelling with conventional Q&A, Crazy Town X frontman Seth Binzer aka Shifty Shellshock joins #EP21 of the Life Is Peachy Podcast to celebrate the 20th anniversary of Crazy Town's sophomore “Darkhorse.” Generally overlooked at the time (especially so by their major label Columbia Records), but considered by many a fan favourite, this album is long overdue in receiving praise and having its story told. And let's see about getting it up on European Spotify in 2023!LEAVE A REVIEW - https://apple.co/38Ol9Id INSTAGRAM - https://www.instagram.com/lifeispeachypodcast/ PATREON - https://www.patreon.com/lifeispeachypodcast FACEBOOK - https://www.facebook.com/groups/lifeispeachypodcast HNIMP - https://www.youtube.com/hernameismurderproductions REACTION CHANNEL - https://bit.ly/2IQda2K Life Is Peachy Mixtape is a paid promotion and is officially live. If YOU would like to feature on an episode to discuss and promote, email: firstname.lastname@example.org for a quote. https://linktr.ee/LIPMixtapeSessions LINKS // Crazytown - Episode 21 YouTube Playlist” - https://bit.ly/3hSkPPUSepultura Quadra EU/UK Winter Tour - https://bit.ly/3C6vWvp “Life Is Peachy” Artwork Created by Chris Lisa Liefting. https://chrislisaliefting.com/ “Life Is Peachy” Theme Song Written & Performed by Tim Richardson. https://www.youtube.com/user/tnarichardson All music from “Gift of Game” “Darkhorse” is used by permission (and NOT monetized):Obo- Bret Mazur, Shifty Shellshock, Kraig Tyler, Anthony Valli, Doug Miller, Kyle Hollinger & Rust EpiqueThe Life Is Peachy Podcast is NOT monetized. Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favour of fair use.All rights and credits go to its rightful owners.
I’m going to let you into my head for a moment. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Have you ever considered the amount of violence and deception in Mormonism’s past and present and pondered all the reasons for folks to feel fear or personal risk in exposing Mormonism? The post Mormon Discussion: 378: Mormonism & Two Tickets to Crazy Town appeared first on Mormon Discussions Podcasts - Full Lineup.
Asher is joined in Crazy Town by Danielle Celermajer, author and professor at University of Sydney, for a far-ranging conversation about human rights and the more-than-human world. Dany shares how her personal relationship with the Shoah (Holocaust) set her on a path of human rights work and impacted her experience of the devastating Black Summer Fires that swept through Australia in 2019-2020. They discuss her journey towards scholarship and activism for the more-than-human world, the intersection of human rights and multispecies justice, and the way that individuals and groups of people have stepped up to care for the billions of non-human lives impacted by the fires and floods that have ravaged Australia in recent years. Finally, Dany shares ideas for how listeners can (re)connect with the more-than-human world. For more information, please visit our website.Support the show
Episode 293, including tracks from Jesus Piece, The Roadblocks, Final Call, Dispersed, Terminal City Rats, The Damned, Run Into the Sun, Bent Out Of Shape, and Crazy Town. We play a lot of new music; a lot, discuss live shows and upcoming shows, and play a bunch of music shared with the show. Wrapping up the show with metal and nu metal.
Originally from Calgary Alberta, Kevin "KAZ" Arizona now splits his time between there and Arizona in the US, making and sharing his brand of Americana music. His latest single, Crazy Town, is the latest single of his forth coming 2023 EP. KAZ joins us on this edition of Americana Music Profiles to chat about his musical journey and the new music.
It's been a really, REALLY weird week. Elon Musk loses his mind, launches a new Twitter service, and it (predictably) goes off the freakin' rails. Then we find out this Control title is not a spin-off but a sequel. Then Ubisoft says Prince of Persia isn't cancelled, but they refund all the preorders. We're livin' in CRAZY TOWN!
Ez a mix 2022. 47-49. hetében forgott a rádiókban. | Archívum Jennifer Lopez - DJSM & Fyex - Jenny From The Block (Radio Edit)  Black Eyed Peas - Mas Que Nada (Vandal On Da Track Edit)  David Guetta - Love Is Gone (Justmylørd & Romain Dary VIP Edit)  Central Cee - Doja (Cody Dunstall & Willo Remix)  Zurra - Rock Tha Party  Gigi D'Agostino - Bla Bla Bla (DJ Hlásznyik x D!rty Bass Edit)  [www.djhlasznyik.hu] Nelly Furtado - Maneater (DJ Hlásznyik x D!rty Bass Remix)  [www.djhlasznyik.hu] Tujamo & Plastik Funk - Who (Thomas Rush Edit) [DropUnited Exclusive]  Katy Perry, Snoop Dogg, Sidepiece - California Gurls Keep Waiting (Sneisen Mashup)  Yazzo - Don't Go (DJ Hlásznyik x D!rty Bass Remix)  [www.djhlasznyik.hu] John Dahlbäck - Blink (DJ Hlásznyik x D!rty Bass Remix)  [www.djhlasznyik.hu] Soft Cell - Tainted Love (DJ Hlásznyik x D!rty Bass Edit)  [www.djhlasznyik.hu] Kiss - I Was Made For Loving You (Wesh Remix)  Bon Jovi - It´s My Life (Wesh Remix)  Linkin Park - In The End (Mirasso Bootleg)  Crazy Town vs. Traye vs. Kanye West - Butterfly (Tony Vines 'Stronger' Edit)  Yeah Yeah Yeahs, A-Trak - Heads Will Roll (Gin And Sonic Remix)  Robin Schulz & Oliver Tree - Miss You (DJ Hlásznyik x D!rty Bass Edit)  [www.djhlasznyik.hu] David Guetta & Bebe Rexha - I'm Good [Eiffel 65 - Blue - Da Ba Dee remake] (Wesh Remix)  Sam Smith feat. Kim Petras - Unholy (Fät Tony Remix)  Martial Simon - Where My Girls At  Needs No Sleep & Wildfire - Just One Night  (1:00:01; 320kbps; 137.39 MB)
Grammy-nominated, Songwriter's Hall of Fame inductee, Beth Nielsen Chapman, speaks to Headliner about the making of her latest record Crazytown, as well as the evolution of her creative process through the years and how music has saved her during some of the most challenging periods of her life.
Nesse episódio tocamos: FIFA, Merda, NOFX, Lit, Crazy Town, Jairus Sharif, Stereolab, System Of A Down, Deftones, Korn, Chumbawamba e Blur. Episódio 218 do Aperta O Play veiculado na WebRadio Mutante Rádio em 12/11/2022! Apresentação: Alexandre Okubo, Danilo Soares, Eduardo Ferreira e Pedro Paulo. Artwork by: Paulo Floriani.
College Football has taken a trip to Crazy Town! Week 10 saw national powers slain, the most unlikely of schools earn Bowl eligibility, the highest scoring regulation game in history, and that's just for starters. With the race for Championships and Bowls reaching a climax, anybody and everybody are pulling out all the stops in the pursuit of success. Join Antony and Ryan as they take a look at the explosive fallout from another weekend of enthralling College Football! If you like the Pod, don't forget to drop us a 5-star rating on your podcast provider. Explicit Language is in this Podcast. Facebook page: @Roarothelionsuk Facebook group: Detroit Lions Fans UK One Pride World Wide Twitter: @ROTL_UK Instagram: @ROTL.UK Twitch: rotl_uk YouTube: Roar Of The Lions UK Website: Roarofthelionsuk.com
Climate scientist and activist Peter Kalmus returns to Crazy Town, but this time with a green badge of courage. Earlier this year, he locked himself to the entrance of the JP Morgan Chase building in downtown Los Angeles to protest their ongoing investment in the fossil fuel industry. As you would expect, he was arrested for his troubles. It was an experience he describes (paradoxically) as "scary as f**k," but also opening and wonderful. In this wide-ranging interview, Rob and Peter cover civil disobedience, climate denial, activism, ego management, and coping strategies for anxiety about climate disaster and collapse. It makes you wonder why we can't arrest the executives at JP Morgan Chase, ExxonMobil, and all the other truly radical corporations that appear to be on an ecocidal mission from hell! For more information, please visit our website.Support the show
We had the pleasure of interviewing Super Kreep over Zoom video! Super Kreep is a rap/punk project form California created by Deej Black (Hed Pe, Dorothy, Vampires Everywhere), Hasma Angeleno (Crazy Town, Angelo Moore) and Tosh Peterson (JXDN, The Kid Laroi, MGK, Young Thug) They recently added a DJ, Champagne B (Rook) to their Lineup.The band approaches to the music and a rap project that plays hard and punk. We want to hear from you! Please email Tera@BringinitBackwards.com. www.BringinitBackwards.com#podcast #interview #bringinbackpod #SuperKreep #ToshPeterson #CrazyTown #NewMusic #zoomListen & Subscribe to BiB https://www.bringinitbackwards.com/follow/ Follow our podcast on Instagram and Twitter! https://www.facebook.com/groups/bringinbackpod
In which the Mister joins me in reviewing BARBARIAN (2022), currently available on HBO Max but also still in theaters. Written and directed by Zach Cregger, the film is making waves and rightly so. The story follows Tess (Georgina Campbell) who arrives one evening to her AirBnB only to discover that there's already another guest staying there. She meets Keith (Bill Skarsgård) who insists she spend the night in the bedroom as he transplants himself to the couch since she's come to interview for a job. He tells her they can figure stuff out the next day and her initial alarm and apprehensions melt away as the evening turns into a more pleasant experience with Keith. Tess goes to her interview the next day but a few things that should be red flags are ignored and then the story ramps up into Crazytown. Our advice is go into this without reading any spoilers to really enjoy the ride - you won't regret it. This is one of the better horror movies of the year. The film has a run time of 1 h and m and is rated R. Please note there are SPOILERS in this review. Opening intro music: GOAT by Wayne Jones, courtesy of YouTube Audio Library --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/jokagoge/support
Douglas Rushkoff revisits Crazy Town, where he and Asher discuss why so many billionaires, academic institutions, and "serious" people are drawn to longtermism - the view that our top priority should be ensuring that humanity can spread its wings throughout the physical and virtual universe. What's the suffering of a few billion people in the here and now, when there's quadrillions, no quintillions, of potential future people to worry about? Sure, the climate crisis is bad. But is it really an existential threat? Douglas explains why, when you take a tech bro to drink Ayahuasca in the Amazon, he still comes back a tech bro. And why, when you hear buzzwords like longtermism, effective altruism, and transhumanism, all you need to ask is: Does it perpetuate capitalism? Asher and Douglas riff on why longtermism is denialism – denial of death, denial of the body, and denial of responsibility – and why the antithesis is living in the here and now, with our neighbors. For episode notes and more information, please visit our website.Support the show
Special extended 1 hour MashUp Monday Halloween mix for you all to enjoy! Happy Halloween!!! Joebot the Robot - Halloween Mash Loo & Placido - Funky Dragula (Lipps Inc v Rob Zombie) Titus Jones - My Toxic Chick Is Going To Hell (Evanscence v Ariana Grande v Marilyn Manson & more) Nigel Plumley - We Don't Die, We Come One Step Closer (Twiztid v Linkin Park & The X-Ecutioners) YITT - Die Die My Angel (Misfits v Elvis Presley) Voicedude - E.T.Busters (Fall Out Boy v Katy Perry) Kill_mR_DJ - Not Afraid of Bad Moons (CCR v Eminem v Pixies v Faith No More v Kosheen) Voicedude - Witchy Shout (Eagles v Tears For Fears) SLVFRK - Turn Off the Light, There Will Be Blood (Kim Petras v Kim Petras) AdrienShadow - Monster X (Nickelback v Skillet) iWillBattle - Bring a Nightmare To My Life (Evanesnce v DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince) Nigel Plumley - Rock the Dead Business (Eminem v Twiztid) QueenOfOJ - My Frontier Psychiatrist's Axe (Insane Clown Posse v The Avalanches) Lewis Wake - Montero Mash (Lil Nas X v Boris Pickett) Stefano Ercolino - Weirdbusters (Oingo Boingo v Ray Parker Jr) PenelopeCantStop - Skreeem Gangnam Style (PSY v Tech N9ne ft Insane Clown Posse & Hopsin) Titus Jones - Inferno of Scary Skeletons & Bad Rats (Andrew Gold v Britney Spears v Bella Poarch v Olivia Rodrigo v Smashing Pumpkins) Voicedude - Dead Butterflies (Alice Cooper v Crazy Town v Rosemary's Baby) Mark Johnce - Mr Crowley Might Like It Louder (DADA, Obernik, Harris v Ozzy Osbourne v Amanda Blank v Major Lazer ft. Nina Sky & Ricky Blaze) InanimateMashups - Scary Monsters & Nice Skyscrapers (Skrillex v Ellie Goulding v Imagine Dragons etc) Pepperidge Farm - Zydrate Dead Girl (Rob Zombie v Repo! the Genetic Opera) iWillBattle - Kickstart Frankenstein's Nightmare Heart (Rina Sawayama v Motley Crue v Pendulum)
On this episode: 2 new release horror reviews, The greatest final girl ever, and Have public domain laws gone too far? PLUS! Lee-Lo is back!! Audiences die from dysentary at the theater, and Temple of Doom went too far… In news: Temple of Doom, PG-13 ratings, Aragorn, The King of Men, Coolio, Mark Morrison, Middle Class R&B Class, Sacramento weather, Briauna, Javier, Milk, Jason from Binge Movies, Scream, Mac & Me, A Ghost Story, Matt Stillman, Cinemaddicts, Bruce Purkey, Eric Holmes. Andrew Martin, Joseph Bridges, Greg Srisavasdi, Jason Kleeberg, Force Five Podcast, Jack Fitzpatrick, Barry Jenkins, Medicine for Melancholy, Sex and the City, The Visitor, Paramount, Blumhouse Television, Epix, Amazon, The Lie, Dark Anthology series, Hulu, Treehouse of Horrors, Dorian Gray, Finn Jones, Game of Thrones Jessica Macname, Game of Thrones, Dana Rhodes, Where the Crawdads Sing, The Others, Haunting of Bly Manor, The Turning, Finn Wolfhard, Terrifier 2, Art the Clown, Daniel Leone, All Hallows' Eve, Tim Curry's It, Slash Film's final girls, I Still Know What You Did Last Summer, Friday the 13th VII, You're Next, Nightmare on Elm Street 4: Dream Master, Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers, Judy Greer, Happy Death Day, Murder Party, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Sarah Connor, Terminator, Hellraiser, Pandora's Box, Gale Weathers, Fear Street, The Witch, Ellen Ripley, Alien, Sidney Prescott, Neve Campbell, Halloween Ends, Laurie Strode, The Grinch horror movie, The Mean One, Mike Meyers, The Cat in the Hat, Crazytown, Butterfly, Lindsay Lohan, Netflix, Hallmark Movies, The Princess Switch, Mean Girls, The Parent Trap, Jingle Bell Rock, Pang, Light As A Feather, A Christmas Castle, Cary Elwes, Lazytown, Bruce Willis, Deep Cake, Moonlighting, Temple of Doom, George Lucas, Ke Huy Kwan, Steven Spielberg, E.T., Shia LeBeouf, River Phoenix, Lyle Lyle Crocodile, Shawn Mendes, Javier Bardem, Amelia Bedelia, Golly Gump Swallowed a Fly, Josh Gordon, Will Speck, Blades of Glory, Will Ferrell, James Hong, Oregon Trail, Renthttp://www.MCFCpodcast.com-Email us at MCFCpodcast@gmail.com -Leave us a voicemail (209) 730-6010-Get some merch:https://middle-class-film-class.creator-spring.com/-Sponsor - N/AJoseph Navarro Pete Abeytaand Tyler Noe Streaming Picks:League of Super Pets - HBO MaxLaw Abiding Citizen - Hulu, Prime, Tubi, Roku, Plex, Pluto, BET+Ernest Scared Stupid - Roku, HooplaSpree - HuluFright Night (2011) - HuluDo Revenge - NetflixLet The Right One In - Prime, Hulu, Roku, Hoopla, Vadu, Criterion, Kanopy, Crackle, DirecTVLet Me In - Hulu, Tubi
Welcome to The Nonlinear Library, where we use Text-to-Speech software to convert the best writing from the Rationalist and EA communities into audio. This is: Getting on a different train: can Effective Altruism avoid collapsing into absurdity?, published by Peter McLaughlin on October 7, 2022 on The Effective Altruism Forum. Thank you to Sam Atis, Robert Harling, Guive Assadi, Pranay Mittal, and Francis Priestland for comments on earlier drafts. The research for this post was supported by a grant from the FTX Future Fund Regranting Program. The train to crazy town Introduction Sam Atis, following on from some arguments by Scott Alexander, writes of ‘the train to Crazy Town'. As Sam presents it, there are a series of escalating challenges to utilitarian-style (and more broadly consequentialist-style) reasoning, leading further and further into absurdity. Sam himself bites the bullet on some classic cases, like the transplant problem and the repugnant conclusion, but is put off by some more difficult examples: Thomas Hurka's St Petersburg Paradox: Suppose you are offered a deal—you can press a button that has a 51% chance of creating a new world and doubling the total amount of utility, but a 49% chance of destroying the world and all utility in existence. If you want to maximise total expected utility, you ought to press the button—pressing the button has positive expected value. But the problem comes when you are asked whether you want to press the button again and again and again—at each point, the person trying to maximise expected utility ought to agree to press the button, but of course, eventually they will destroy everything. The Very Repugnant Conclusion: Once [utilitarians] assign some positive value, however small, to the creation of each person who has a weak preference for leading her life rather than no life, then how can they stop short of saying that some large number of such lives can compensate for the creation of lots of dreadful lives, lives in pain and torture that nobody would want to live? Most people, like Sam, try to get off the train before they reach the end of the line, trying to preserve some but not all of utilitarianism. And so the question is: how far are you willing to go? As a list of challenges to utilitarianism, I think Sam's post is lacking: he is very focussed on specific thought experiments, ignoring more theoretical objections that in my view are much more insightful. But as a provocation—how far will you go in your utilitarianism?—I think it's an extraordinarily useful post. Sam takes it upon himself to pose the following question: ‘what are the principles by which we should decide when to get off the train?' But something worries me about Sam's presentation. Who said you could actually get off the train to crazy town? Each additional challenge to utilitarian logic—each stop on the route—does not seem to assume any new premises: every problem is generated by the same basic starting point of impartially weighing up all people's experiences and preferences against each other. As such, there just might not be any principles you can use to justify biting this bullet but not that bullet—doing so might even be logically incoherent. Sam says that he does want to get off the train eventually, but it's not clear how he would do that. Alexander's original post suggests something closer to this view. He explains why he dislikes the Repugnant Conclusion and various other situations in which ‘longtermist'-style consequentialism goes awry, and then lays out the position he would take to avoid these conclusions ‘[i]f I had to play the philosophy game'. But, he writes, ‘I'm not sure I want to play the philosophy game.' He's not confident that his own partial theoretical compromise actually will avoid the absurdity (and rightly so), and he cares more about avoiding absurdity than he does about getting on the train. Mainstream commentators from outside Effective Altruism have made this point too. Step...
A recent survey by J.D. Power takes a look at how customers view the increasing levels of technology in today's new vehicles; Why nuclear power has become the darling of utilities once again, and how the fight for your dashboard space has resulted in a showdown between Apple and the automakers.
You are tired. Your clients need too much from you. You are short staffed. You're ready to quit and go work at Starbucks. My guest in this episode, Brenda Abdilla, lets us go there in our minds. Then she offers practical experience and concrete tools and strategies to come back better than ever. Brenda serves up neurological data on how the human brain processes, recovers and sets the future self in motion. We go deep on why we're all in crazytown right now and step-by-step ways we can get back to sanity regardless of circumstances at work. Breathe. You got this!
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Taylor Brorby has written one hell of a memoir. It covers many critical topics that come up in Crazy Town, from fracking to civil disobedience to that most inept of policies: aiming for infinite economic growth on a finite planet. Taylor shares both thought-provoking ideas (e.g., the intimidating width of prairies versus the intimidating height of mountains) and lessons learned from growing up gay within the construct of an extractive economy. Two "bonus" topics in this episode: writing and wrestling! But don't worry, the "Macho Man" Randy Savage impersonations remain mercifully brief. For episode notes and more information, please visit our website.Support the show
Tickets! Get your tickets ready! We're on a triple stop trip through Locoville, Madness Junction, and Crazytown. No matter where you're going, we're sure you have baggage so please make sure that's stowed. Baggage may also be passed on to relatives or small children. There will be no drinks or snacks served and the dining car is closed. Take your meds and strap in. We've got Bullet Train with Brad Pitt. He plays some sort of contractor who's sent to collect a briefcase on a train. Simple enough until it turns out the case is full of ransom money to be paid to a gang leader. Also people begin dying … Continue reading "Popcorn Pulse 181: Train Your Bullet"
Welcome aboard our brand new Sanditon Podcast! Each week we recap and discuss a new episode of the show. This week we discussed the finale; 2x06. race yourself for a lot disappointed whining and a crazy end song. We truly lost our minds. This is a spoiler free podcast with explicit language. Contact us at email@example.com Our other podcasts include bridgerton fancast and poldark fancast --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/sanditonfancast/message
Who is punishing whom? (part9)A Spring Break 13-part Novel.By FinalStand. The player above contains the intro section. Listen to the complete episode by clicking here, at Steamy Stories. *Domestication may be our second greatest accomplishment, exceeded only by Fire*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 dre, ” 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.“Umm” she protested inside our oral embrace. “Um” she mumbled, before, “Um, ” 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.“Oh, 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, Oh, 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 PunishmentI 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, aah,” Mercy's whimpers kept rising in volume."Oh, here it comes,” was Barbie Lynn's assessment, based on deep personal experience with me.“Aah,” 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.“Aye, aye, aye, aye,” Mercy began yelping louder still."What is he doing to her?” Brandi gasped in wonderment.“Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah,” 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 a vague idea. 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.“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 F F U 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 'Doctor 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.“Um,” 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.Blurring the distinctions between punishment and arousal.“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.“Ah, ah, ah, 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 happening. God Forgive Me!” 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 F F U 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 F F U material, male and immoral. In her regard for me, I could see her blind acceptance of traditional F F U 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:“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.“Ah, ew, 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.“Um, 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?”Dorm Life, Heaven and Mercy too.*If I love women, I'm straight; and if I love men, I'm confused; does being Bi make me greedy?*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 CampusLooking 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.“Gack! 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 'mistres
Honestly I only wanted to shave her legs. (part 8)By FinalStand. The player above contains the intro section. Listen to the complete episode by clicking here, at Steamy Stories. *He who said ‘Live by the sword, die by the sword' wasn't into empire-building*“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 BeforeI 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.“Um, 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, Um, 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.“Um,” 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.“Oh, 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.“A ya ya!” 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! Yes!” 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).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.“Umph, Umph, ” 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.”“Cumming!” 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.“F F U. 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 F F U 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?Jarune & Zane are an old Thai fling.“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-Thaye, 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.“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.“Uh, Uh, Um,” 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?'*Domestication may be our second greatest accomplishment, exceeded only by Fire*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 dre, ” 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.“Umm” she protested inside our oral embrace. “Um” she mumbled, before, “Um, ” 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.“Oh, 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 lo
Fighting for the weekend. (part 6)A Spring Break 13-part Novel.By FinalStand. The player above contains the intro section. Listen to the complete episode by clicking here, at Steamy Stories. *Giving can make you richer while keeping leaves you only with what you have*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 GatesTwo 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 F F U,” 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 F F U, 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 F F U.“"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 F F U 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 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.“Zane!” 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 , . Ah! 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.“Um ,” 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."Ah, 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."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.“Ah, 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 HeavenSliding 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.F F U sisters rescue Zane, as party turns into a brawl.“Do you want me to stop?” I asked Heaven.“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.“Ah,” 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.“Ah, 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.”“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 HereI 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, Zane,” 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 F F U 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 F F U 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 F F U, 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.(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*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 F F U; 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 thi
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