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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 22 Belle, Paige, Hope, & Madness In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels. To understand why Hope was currently so meek (for her) and attentive, you had to understand that her Father was a stern warrior-patriarch of a very proud and mostly traditional Korean family. At home, she was the dutiful eldest daughter in a family with no sons; here at FFU, she was aloof and deadly, except around Christina and company, where she got to be a relatively normal American girl in her early twenties. Hope's only experience with men was with her Father, who was rumored to have killed any male who looked at her sexually, or expected her to kill the ones he missed. At FFU there were no guys at all for her to form relationships with, until I arrived. It wasn't a Daddy-issue thing, Hope didn't charge off into the great unknown; she became a good student and learned, patiently and confidently. I would have time later to marvel at my brilliance; at the moment, Hope planting small kisses across my abs and chest as my shirt came up was beyond pulse searing. She didn't know stimulation so much as she understood how a body worked. She also was coolly efficient in easing my shirt over my head and off my arms. She used a strong, steadying maneuver to take each shoe and sock off before she removed my pants and underwear together. When she finished, she was left kneeling in front of me, my cock bobbing an inch or two from her lips. She stared at it. I cupped a hand over each ear and guided her lips to my blood-engorged head. I had no intention of ramming it down her throat; her parting of the lips was enough. It was on her own initiative that she licked off the pre-cum starting to appear along the slit. Her lips took in the top of the head and I stopped the pressure on her head. Hope quickly took over, leaning forward, taking in the whole head, retiring before bobbing back and letting her lips pass over the head to the start of the shaft. I let her figure out by using her mouth and wrapping my cock up with one hand what felt good to me. She was growing in confidence by leap and bounds but I was still in charge. I touched each shoulder and she looked up (pretty damn sexy with her cheeks dimpling in as she sucked my cock). "Stand up and take off your clothes," I instructed. I held her hand as she stood. Hope's removal of her clothing was no striptease, although it did have a certain military grace to it, physically perfect and fearless. Four times I had to stop myself from stepping up and ravish her as her body's muscles rippled under her smooth, ochre skin and her breasts swung loose, perfectly round and excited. "On the bed," I instructed. Hope turned presenting her taut athletic ass to me, each cheek rolling in tandem with each stride. She moved to pull back the covers but I stopped her with a word. "No," I corrected her. "I want you above the covers." Hope smoothly altered her motion so that she crawled on all fours onto the bed. She looked over her shoulder at me, deliciously presented, before rolling onto her back. I approached her on my hands and knees from the foot of my sleeping platform and languidly stalked up her body until I stopped and kissed her at the joining of the thigh to the torso. Hope remained attentive and quiet, watching me plant kisses on each side of her pubic triangle without touching it. As I worked my way up to her diaphragm, Hope raised her left leg, bent at the knee, foot resting next to her other knee. I gave a quick smile; Hope was relaxed and enjoying the moment, which is pretty special for a first-timer. I let my lips nibble along the bottom rib until I took a nip out of her waist and made her giggle. Hope shifted away as she brought the back of her hand up to stifle her snickers. I let her go. I wanted to give her a wide range of sensations to sample. Had I done this with any of the other women I'd taken to bed? No, but no two women are alike. The only person Hope compared herself to was Hope and I gave her that level of respect. I laid a path of licks and lip suction up her sternum to her far (left) breast. I circled the areola with my tongue, making sure to rub the nipple with my upper or lower lip as I made my circuit. Hope made this cute little coughing noise but otherwise remained still. Her nipple twirled around my tongue before I engulfed it with my mouth and started a strong steady suction that I accentuated by pulling my head up with her nipple extended by the upward maneuver. This earned me a twitching in her hips. Her raised leg began to flop back and forth to the side while the right leg pressed against me and opened up her crotch for exploration. I took the offer and ran my right hand along her inner thigh above the knee to her plump, moist cunt lips. On the first trip I pushed a finger in up to the first knuckle. I drew some of her juices down along her other inner thigh until I made a circle under her knee. She shivered slightly as I did so. I zigzagged on the return trip, this time running a finger from the perineum, dipping in to her cunt and making a quick twirl right beneath the clit. Two desperate breaths escaped past Hope's clenched teeth. Hope's orgasm was close, closer than she realized. I moved my lips from her breast to her ear once more. I also subjected her cunt to the energies of another finger. I made slow, shallow strokes directed at parting the labia around her now rather impressive clitoris, twisting it and squeezing it between my fingers. (Strong fingers are something you work on in Marksmanship btw.) When Hope's arms snaked up and wrapped me tightly to her, I knew she was on the home stretch. "I am going to take you now," I whispered in her ear. The thrill and confusion of my intentions tore her apart inside. She wanted to learn and obey but she also wanted to maintain her virginity, and the two ideas collided like twin locomotives. Remember, sex is in the mind and Hope's thoughts were on fire. I bit down on her earlobe at the same time I grappled with her right tit and gave several quick sharp spanks to her quim. "Zane!" she started out with a hiss but boiled into a thunderous shout. Her thighs clamped onto my fingers and she drove (no, she didn't claw, she impaled) her fingers into me like nails. The temporary deafness in my right ear was its own reward. I kissed her, running my tongue along the top and back of her teeth while her body shook and shivered. When the last of the tremors subsided I released her and pushed up with my arms, keeping my elbows half bent. "Zane, I'm sorry. I've hurt you," Hope sounded worried that her fingernails had blood on them. The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation I'd go through in the showers tomorrow. Rio took perverse glee crowing over every new sexual scar I accumulated. "Hush now; on your knees facing me," I commanded. This time Hope gave a barely noticeable blink before complying. She sat there attentively, her ass resting on her heels and her palms on her thighs looking smoking hot with damp thighs and perky nipples. I shifted up the bed, keeping to my side until I was properly positioned. I then reached for the back of Hope's head and confidently directed her toward my cock once more. Hope picked up right where she'd left off; slurping my head like a lollipop. Hope didn't get overly ambitious. She sucked me in, rolled my head around her mouth using her tongue with the occasional sojourn an inch or two down my shaft. Being at loose ends since Hope was drooling all over my rod so well, I reached out and began fondling her closest breast. This time I was rough, milking her breast, gripping the base of the breast and pulling down until I pulled the nipple. No response from Hope wasn't a bad thing; if she didn't like it she'd let me know. A few more pleasurable minutes with Hope and I sat up and put my other hand on the small of her back (I have really good abdominal muscles). I brushed my hand knife-like and pinkie first down between her ass cheeks. I brushed her anus but only briefly because my target was her cunt once more. She was hot, wet, and welcoming. I worked two fingers in and pumped her as hard as I dared. When I had her rocking her hips in response to my thrusts, I jumped my fingers down and vibrantly worked over her clit. Hope choked and little shimmies emanated from her hips. Again, I switched things up on her; I moved my hand up and rotated my forefinger against her anus until it gave way. Hope made a slight gagging noise but recovered masterfully and upped the tempo of her blowjob. "Come this way," I directed her by pulling her right buttocks to me. Hope wiggled from the waist slightly so she could look down the length of my body into my eyes. I repeated my hand motion, her eyes flashed with pleasure and she quickly straddled my body. Now her cunt was nearly at mouth level (Hope's pretty tall) while her blowjob continued non-stop in our '69'. I gripped a buttock in each hand, pulled them apart and then lifted my head to her honey box. With my first lick, Hope's resolve began to fracture. I would grove my tongue, move her hips over me and then lick from her clit to the bottom of her cunt. I massaged her several times before resting my head and alternating my fingers in. When my tongue lapped at her creases once more, I trailed a finger up to her anus, no reaction. I tickled her backside for half a minute, then substituted my tongue. I probed delicately and Hope stuttered in response. I went back to twirling her clit while pushing my index finger through her sphincter. Her oral attentions finally broke down. She let my cock plop out of her mouth and rested her forehead on my hip while the overwhelming sensations crashed over her senses. I felt the tightness of her anal cavity around my finger and her cunt throbbing against my tongue. I pushed deeper with my finger and her juices started flowing as Hope became more and more aroused. Valiantly, she stepped up her game, kissing and sucking one of my balls into her mouth. I moaned, which made her very happy. Hope's clit played along my lips as I took it in and sucked on it. She was rubbing my cock shaft as she tantalized my balls when she felt it start to pulse in her hand. My cockhead was engulfed by her lips and she remorselessly gobbling up the top third of my cock with the addition of a little twisting motion with her head and throat. "I'm cumming," I growled. "Take it all but don't swallow until I tell you to." Hope drove me on faster and harder and I reciprocated on her two holes. When I took on her clit once more, it wasn't in the form of a monster wave crashing on the beach but like a building tsunami pulling the energy before pummeling in one overwhelming surge. I poked a second finger into her anus to drive her over the top. Hope's back arched violently and a thin stream of fluid squirted into my mouth. She humped my face and squeezed my fingers in her asshole in a corkscrew fashion. "Zane!" she belted out musically. "Oh, God, that's great, umm, oh, yes, don't stop." My member slapped against my stomach and my balls were starting to boil and I couldn't hold back for long. Several more flexes and grunts came from Hope before she settled down enough for me to get her to do what I wanted. "Hope, I'm cumming," I ground out once more and just in time. Hope barely got my shaft upright and her lips over my head before I began ejaculating into her mouth. She breathed sharply through her nose but didn't choke or spew. Time after time she took my seed until I mustered the strength to let her know I was done. Hope dismounted me and resumed her kneeling position supported by unsteady thighs. I was a little slower in following her though her eyes sparkled when I looked into their brown depths. "Show me," I told her. Hope opened her mouth and I saw my semen brimmed inside. I kissed her lower lip along its entire length then did the same to her upper. I didn't take any of my jizz this time, that would came another time. For now, "Swallow," I spoke, and she did in a mighty gulp. I pulled her into me and led us down onto the comforter, Hope resting in my embrace. I soaked up the gentle passion of the moment with Hope in my arms. When she started kissing me on the neck I realized that was her way of asking for more. I twisted my body and pulled Hope past me so she could extend herself onto her hands and knees with me at her side. She lowered herself, letting her long, luxurious black hair cascade over her far shoulder. My hands roamed over the back of her neck and shoulders while I kissed her mid and lower back. I shifted from her side, ending up behind her. I gave a slight nudge to her calf to get Hope to open her legs wide and let me position my hips behind her. I gave my rod a few strokes to get it ready but really the visual tableau of the tightly sculpted muscles of her shoulders, back, hips, and buttocks made the physical stimulation superfluous for me. Keeping my eyes on Hope, I leaned way back and rummaged under the rolled-up blanket at the foot of the bed. The heating pad I'd asked Barbie Lynn to place there made finding the vial of viscous scented oil that was being warmed up easy. I was pleasantly assured of my feel for Hope to notice she hadn't looked back to see what I was up to. That took a great deal of confidence and trust. The serenity with which Hope greeted the thin stream of liquid as it steamed while flowing from her tailbone into her cleft was intensely arousing to my sight. I set down the container and began rubbing the oil in. First I started around the anus but I soon moved over each cheek, massaging them as well. When I coasted down to her inner thighs Hope figured out what was really going on and I could swear I heard a phantom cough of amusement. She knew I'd tricked her in a playful way. A few seconds later she pieced together the why, distracting her was secondary to easing the fatigue creeping through her thighs, lower back and ass brought on by several tense orgasms. There would be no muting of our joining. For ten minutes she relaxed and soaked up the hot oil working into her flesh. I restarted my efforts by kissing each hip, signaling her that I was anxious for her flesh. I placed one hand on the small of her back and lined up my cock at the top of her ass crack. I gently rocked forward, pushing my cock onto her back. Swaying back, I let my cock slip off her ass, letting it swing free before thrusting forward once more. This time I directed it languidly along the base of her cunt, letting my cockhead part her lips and plow her furrows until I touched then passed the clit on my way through her pubic hair and beyond. I repeated this orchestra of lust, adding in a movement where my bulbous head pressured her sphincter to the point of violation before sliding elsewhere. "Jesus, Zane," Hope sung out, "make up your mind. You are driving me crazy." Hope wasn't being exhorted to climax by any loss of control; it was the tension brought about by not knowing what direction the lesson was going to take. For someone else it would be as if you were reading LA Confidential one night only to discover that the last quarter of the book was missing and not accessible until the next morning. "There will be no intercourse for us tonight, Hope," I informed her. I began pumping along her cunt, mimicking the fucking motion. Time and again I let my cock head cut along her labia, brush her clitoris until it was stimulated by the low ridges along the shaft. It didn't take long for Hope to start pushing back against me to maximize my 'depth'. Hope clenched the sheets as we both increased the violence of our impacts. Her breath was coming in labored huffs and sweat began beading up all over her skin. Considering how fit Hope was, I was impressed with the intensity with which she embraced our sympathetic coupling. "No, not yet; keep going," was her self-encouraging mantra. "Don't let go, don't let go. Push him, push him harder." I scooped up the long tail of Hope's hair and guided her body up off her hands so that her back slid up and down my chest. Our hands did a little dance of their own. She ended up with her left reaching across and holding on to my right at her breast. My right still held the majority of her long locks, and I used those to give a silken caress to my coaxing of her right breast to sensual overload. My left hand landed on her stomach and used that perch to push her harder into me with each thrust. Her left hand wandered back to my ass. Hope's nails dug in deep (am I being marked/branded?) and she matched her pull with my push between her legs. When she finally succumbed to her climax, vaginal juices washed over my cock and down both our thighs. I was perfectly poised to support my lovers body as she surrendered to her orgasmic impulses and erotic energies coursed chaotically through her system. Her murmurs signaled she was regaining control and she made it definite by placing a series of kisses along my right arm. I coaxed us down on the bed facing one another. "I still don't know if I want to have sex tonight," Hope smiled sleepily. "It is your choice to make," I answered. "We both know you have the confidence now to make that decision when you are ready." "Are you looking out for me, Zane?" Hope teased me wearily. "Of course. I look out for all my ladies, even those who can take care of themselves just fine," I noted. She nodded and I realized that she'd tentatively opened the door into her inner circle of friends. "To answer an earlier question, I take no pleasure in ordering you around as some kind of power trip. I communicated with you in a manner that maximized your focus on our caresses." She nodded and gave me an affectionate peck on the forehead, reaffirming her dominant status. "You will come with me and shower," she ordered me. I retrieved two robes and my shower kit and a naked Hope lead me to the Solarium shower. We did not bathe ourselves; we lathered, rubbed, and rinsed the other, and I could tell Hope relished the experience. "Tell me something: how come you and Heaven have never snuck off in the woods and knocked boots?" she mused. "You are not asking because you think we did and didn't talk about it so you must be wondering what it would be like if we did, so yes, I would fuck you if you asked me to while doing a little shooter-spotter bonding out in the forest," I related to Hope; on the Marksmanship team, I was the spotter to her shooter. Her eyes flashed like lightning on a pitch black night. A powerful, lethal rifle in hand and a lover penetrating her was Hope's aphrodisiac, her perfect storm. "You should get ready for that. I definitely think it will make us a more simpatico team," Hope smiled and rubbed her breasts against my chest. "Are you going to make me obey you?" "I'm going to stick a ponytail up your ass and make you call me Master," I confided. "Oh, so how do you want your bullets; orally, anally or at high-velocity?" she remarked as her grin became more feral. "I've got nothing but love for you, Baby," I joked. We finished toweling off and headed for the bedroom area. We immediately noticed that while the sofa-beds were still open, they were unoccupied. Had we been that loud? I'm being rhetorical, I am the soul of discretion but I bring out the vocalist in every woman I meet. Inside the screens I could make out the forms of multiple girls having already settled in under the covers. Rio and Mercy were intertwined at their usual place on the far side of the bed. Barbie Lynn was curled up, facing away from us, in the middle of the platform, and Vivian was on her back, eyes closed, stretching out on the near side. I motioned Hope to follow me to the spot between Barbie Lynn and Vivian at the foot of the bed. She looked down at her carefully placed clothes then back to me. Her gaze went to the clock on one of the wardrobes, back to me, then she followed. We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes as our hair dried and bodies wound down. "Umm, that was definitely more than I envisioned, Zane," Hope sighed happily while staring up at the clouds in the night sky. "I need to be going but I look forward to seeing you in the morning." "No, you are staying the night," I stated. Hope pushed herself up into a kneeling position, hands on her thighs and her ass resting on her heels. "You are getting off on ordering me around, aren't you?" Hope smirked. To maintain the illusion, I didn't answer. I did get on my knees, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled us both into a kneeling, upright posture. Our mutual attraction brought our fresh bodies into contact. Hope exhaled and let her hands come to rest on my buttocks and the side of her head rest against my collarbone while my hands cupped each of her ass cheeks. Hope then did something I hadn't even imagined; she purred like a sated cat and snuggled firmly into my embrace. "Thank you, Zane," she whispered. "You're welcome, my Little Thunder" I responded. I knew I could have said something like 'you are worth it' or 'you did all the real work,' but I went with what felt right and those were the words she wanted to hear. Never just another Monday Morning. Death is inevitable; no one can force it upon you or save you from it. "Zane," a woman whispered in my ear. It is a testament to my out-of-control sex life that I didn't immediately know the identity of the woman in my bed even though drugs and/or alcohol were not involved. "Yes, Hope?" I turned and whispered back. "We are surrounded," her eyes glimmered. Indeed, we had been surrounded in the few hours we'd been asleep. Barbie Lynn had crowded in on Hope's section of the bed. As Hope rolled onto her side and snuggled into me, Barbie Lynn wiggled in behind her and pressed her magnificent boobs into Hope's back. She had even put her upper arm to rest on Hope's and had situated her right lower thigh and calf between Hope's legs. On the other side of the equation, Vivian was on her side, left leg laid over my thighs and left hand on my chest, on top of Hope's hand. Both our new female companions were sound asleep and snoring softly. "What do you want me to do about it?" I inquired quietly. "I don't know," Hope seemed conflicted. "Barbie Lynn is having a good dream." "And?" I wondered. "Her nipples are digging into my back and she's humping my ass," Hope grinned. At least she wasn't offended. "What would you do?" "Turn over slowly, push her on her back, spread her legs and then slip two fingers into her cunt and pump her," I tried not to snicker. "Work in small circles, then start suckling on a nipple; she likes a bit of teeth." "I've never been sexually involved with a woman," Hope said. It wasn't a statement but a declaration of an issue she was contemplating. "You would like to see Barbie Lynn and me, pleasuring one another, would you not?" Hope mused. "Absolutely," I nodded slightly, enough not to wake our companions. "I'll bring it up to her over breakfast," she informed me thoughtfully. "I need to look into her clear blue eyes when I talk this idea out with her." "She'll like that," I murmured, "and that is what she deserves too." Though asleep (we hoped), Barbie Lynn nuzzled into Hope's ear and let her hand drop down onto Hope's closest breast. "She's not making waiting easy," Hope looked worried concerning her desire to postpone the encounter. "The best things in life are never easy," I pointed out before we both drifted back off. Good News,  Rejection I woke up with the feeling that something was wrong but I couldn't place it. The alarm wasn't going off, the phone wasn't ringing, and there were no sirens screaming. Vivian, on my left side, had worked her way between my arm and my body and was draped over half of my form. The awkwardness only increased when I realized she'd slid a hand between her legs. That wasn't so bad except it also meant the back of her hand was also rubbing along my cock. Her other hand had come to rest against my neck on the far side and her face was blowing softly on my neck's near side. Remember the arm she'd separated from my side? The devilish hand at the end of that arm had somehow wedged itself under her underwear and was holding one of Vivian's ass cheeks. Vivian began the slow, steady process of awakening, bringing about a strange paralysis in me. As her mind wandered its way toward alertness, both of her hands fidgeted slightly. My pulse jumped and my rod raced to iron hardness against her wrist as she stirred. "Your hand is on my ass," she murmured. "I'm sorry," I gulped. "I wish I could say I was sorrier but I'm not. My only excuse is that I was asleep when it happened." "I know, Zane, I put your hand on my ass," Vivian said, her breath tickling my jugular. "It was already close and, I was curious." I blinked up at the ceiling, having moments ago misread the evidence and believed I'd violated this woman's trust in me. "I am going to spank you," I seethed. "I am going to strip down your panties and spank your ass for putting me through what you just put me through." "Does it buy me any goodwill if I tell you that Chastity brought some things over for Hope last night?" Vivian wondered. "They're over on the dresser. That's why I cut the alarm off, so you two could get some more sleep." "The alarm is off," Hope whispered. "What time is it?" She didn't sound so happy. "I didn't hear you wake up," Vivian apologized. "Long-range shooting involves controlled breathing," Hope answered. "What time is it?" Vivian rolled over, leaned off the bed, and retrieved her phone. "5:27," Vivian hissed back to us. "Oh," moaned a sleepy Barbie Lynn. "I guess Zane and I will have to do it in the shower again, not that I mind," she finished with a sexy grin. "No marathon session if you go downstairs," Vivian cautioned. "Zane and I have already showered," Hope said, "So we can avoid the ritual at this time." "How was it?" Barbie Lynn propped herself on an elbow and gazed upon Hope's face. "I will never look at Zane touching or kissing another woman in the same way," Hope imparted to her. "I'll talk about the details when I've digested the lessons I learned last night." "Yes, lessons," Hope confirmed as she rolled back the covers and sat up. "It is his chosen method for our sex play, that of female student and male instructor." "That's just fascinating;" grumbled Rio, "but some of us do need showers. If Zane doesn't put in an appearance, hey, what are you doing, Monkey?" Rio's attention turned to Mercy. Mercy had rolled on top of Rio, elevated on all fours, and was now sucking on and nibbling Rio's left nipple. "Did I tell you to do that?" Rio quizzed Mercy. Mercy shook her head in the negative but kept hold of the tit in her mouth. "Don't you worry, you annoying cunt," Rio grinned evilly, "I've got something planned for your insubordination this time. Now scoot." This time Mercy did wiggle off Rio. "Why don't you play teacher/student with me?" Barbie Lynn teased me. "You eat ice cream with a spoon and steak with a knife, Barbie Lynn, but hell, if you want to play Merry Monk and Naughty Nun with me, I'm game," I grinned. Barbie Lynn's grin equaled mine and added a salacious tongue running along the lips. She is my best sexual partner ever. "Before you run off can I ask Zane for one favor first?" Vivian asked the ladies. I was hoping she'd be considerate enough to ask me too. "Atta girl," Rio perked up. "Ride his face. Get his patented tongue-tickle wakeup call." "That's not what I have in mind," Vivian responded. "Sure," Barbie Lynn answered Vivian's request. "What; are we stockholders in Zane now?" Hope inquired. "I withhold my vote until I know what Zane has to do and how he feels about it." "Thanks, Hope," I looked over at her. "You are my spotter. If you are distracted, your performance suffers and so does mine," she smiled. "It is enlightened self-interest." Yeah, right. "I understand, Hope," Vivian nodded. "I knew if I asked Zane, he would consult with you ladies so I elected to take on any of your rejections myself. Zane, would you let me cuddle up against you for a few more minutes? That's all I want." "Sure," I agreed. This wasn't going to be so hard. Unfortunately, fate is cruel and I'm an idiot if there was ever any doubt. Vivian maneuvered so that her back was to me and she was pressed into my body. Hellish complication number one: when Vivian had leaned off the bed, I had removed my hand from her underwear, causing it to have ridden half-way down her ass. Hellish complication number two: I sleep naked; my cock was hard and wedged between said ass cheeks, and I mean wedged in deep. Hellish complication number three: "Zane, could you wrap your arm around me, please?" Vivian murmured. I had a feeling she had closed her eyes, feigning sleep, so I draped an arm over and rested it on her stomach, nice and safe. Vivian took my hand and pulled it to a point underneath her right tit and slightly into her cleavage beneath her shirt. Okay, I'm thinking, I'm still safe. I can do this for a few minutes and not crack. I had a really good time with Hope last night and I'm not running at a 100% over-stupid like I normally am. Vivian started to stretch, her back arching away from me while her shoulders and hips pushed in. I had to admit that her hair smelled great. I knew what to do next, but then I realized that what I had to do was think like someone who didn't know what to do. (Confused? Join the club) "What do I call you?" I whispered into her ear. "Vannie," she responded quietly. 'Vannie' must be the nickname her boyfriend uses. "Time to wake up, Vannie," I breathed. Vivian kept arching her back, with some gradual hip rotation added to the mix. My cock was rubbing down between each buttock; my hand was being pushed over the top of her shirt-covered breast. I had a reprieve when the bell's edge of my phallus caught on the waistband of her panties. Vivian swiveled her hips a few more times and then rotated her shoulders so that the palm of my hand wove circles over her breast. Her enticed nipple came out to play by twisting with my movements. I still had some hope, though, that she'd stop soon. When she ran her hand from her stomach to her crotch I prayed that a little self-stimulation was all she was seeking. With her left hand, which I hadn't tracked, she worked her panties half way down her thighs before resuming her gymnastic routine. Then her fiendish hand migrated over her thigh and cheek until it wrapped around my cock and gave it a squeeze. I had to do something quickly. "Vannie," I whispered with more urgency, "you really need to wake up." Vivian faked a yawn then wiggled violently against my hips. This allowed her to force my cock through her ass crack and between her thighs. Vivian was showing a surprisingly inherent talent as a champion lap-dancer. I had done the whole pseudo-sex thing last night with Hope so why was I being subjected to this again? "Vannie, I wish you didn't have to go." That caused a hiccup in her performance. Her hip movements became almost romantic in their tenderness and a low contented growled emanated from her chest. I racked my personality assessment of Vivian to figure out what to do next. Sexual conduct is best when you know what your partner is looking for and meeting that expectation. I took my hand from her breast, sauntered it up her sternum to her neck and jaw. I tilted her head toward me. Her eyes were still closed as if asleep so she made no reaction as I leaned in for a chaste kiss, no tongue. She kissed back in an equally tender fashion. "You need to wake up, Vannie," I said one last time. She nodded, gave me another kiss, and then let her head settle back on the pillow. "Thank you, Zane," Vivian told me as she looked up and over her shoulder at me. "Fuck it all, Bro!" Rio yelled. "Your cock is in her ass. Fuck her! Fuck her! This is your chance to nail the stuck up bitch." "She's not a stuck up bitch and my cock is not in her ass," I countered. "Trust me," Barbie Lynn provided her input, "if that meat was up her ass, the look on her face would be totally different." What happened to normal days of waking up where we greet each other, ask about our plans for the day, and wonder what we are having for breakfast? Seriously, who has discussions about what a girl's face would look like with my cock up their ass first thing in the morning? "On that wonderful note, I'm going to, I suddenly realized I was boned by reality. I had nowhere to go. I didn't need to shower and I didn't have to be anywhere for an hour and a half. Speaking of boners, why wasn't Vivian letting go of my cock, which she held tightly against her cunt lips? Well, if you can't be happy, "Vivian, could you stay with me a little longer?" I requested gently. "That's it," Rio chuckled. "Lure her in with that patented Braxton seduction then tap that ass good." There was rustling from Rio's side of the bed. "Mercy, you stay put." "I'm going down and talking to the other girls," Barbie Lynn announced. "Zane, I'll explain things to our shower buddies." With that, she scooted away from the covers and crawled off the foot of the bed. "I'm going to put some clothes on," Hope spoke up. "It is something of a marvel that so many of you seem comfortable in your nakedness but I'm not there yet." She too made her way off the bed and to the clothes Chastity had left for her friend. "Sure, Zane, I'll stay a little longer if you like," Vivian was finally allowed to respond. I nestled into her and she molded tightly to me. As I was busy inhaling the scent of her hair my hand returned to her stomach. This time it was a little lower, like brushing the top of her pubic hair lower. Vivian did me two better. Her right hand reached back and stroked my hair as I rested my lips on her neck, innocently of course. Her left hand was up to far worse; she reached down and began to pet my cockhead that was conveniently poking between her legs at cunt level. At that point, I'm trying to figure out why in the hell Vivian is torturing me. A loud slap of a hand on ass echoed to me from Rio's side of the bed. Mercy squeaked. Then it occurred to me; two could play at Vivian's game. The hand on the stomach wandered up her body, underneath her sleeping jersey and began fondling her left breast, including the occasional pull on the nipple. Another spanking resounded from the Rio/Mercy duo as I freed my left hand from beneath me and wrapped up Vivian's hair. I tilted her head toward me and began kissing her lips. Her mouth opened at my approach and we were soon wrestling back and forth with our lips and tongues. A third slap of Rio's paddle on Mercy's ass rang out. I began pumping against Vivian's ass. As my cockhead withdraw deep into her muscular thighs her hand followed. I stopped when her fingers touched her clit. I'm still somewhat unclear on how Christian school girls stand on masturbation but it obviously didn't matter that Vivian was doing it right now, she had her shirt bunched up above her breasts, her panties around her knees, and my cock massaging her cunt. Two more smacks echoed from Mercy's paddling which concluded with a squeal of pleasure. Sometimes those two, I guess the next step is for them to be the first FFU openly lesbian couple or a Bonnie and Clyde crime spree, based on which way the neuron misfires in Rio's noggin. As for which way Vivian's brain was going off the rails, I wasn't totally certain. "Yes," she broke our kiss. "Yes, yes, yes," she panted. We were now rocking with some real synergy. She titled her face away from me and placed her chin on her chest as her breathing became rapid and shallow. Farther down, my cock and her fingers became impossibly slick with a mixture of my pre-cum and her vaginal fluids. I picked up the tinglings from her cunny first but they rapidly spread to her stomach and thighs. "Yes, oh, yes, oh, Holy God, ugh, ugh, ugh, Yes!" Vivian cried out. More liquid sloshed against my cock, not too much but enough to make me shoot, all over her hand and thighs. "Oh, oh, oh, it's been so long," she wheezed through tortured lungs. We rapidly put the brakes on our action and settled into a comfortable embrace. A minute later she gave me one last playful ass wag and sat up. My cock was thankfully going into a dormant state. Vivian had swung her feet off the bed, then turned and kissed me (chastely once more). "Thank you, Zane," she smiled as she began lapping my semen off her hand. "I can't wait to try this out with my boyfriend." Plus side: Vivian was getting the courage to get back with the long-time boyfriend who had 'accidentally' taken her virginity. I'd like to make Vivian's quality of life better. She also liked the taste of my seed. Down side: I'm back to being a practice dummy for the ambitious girls around me. Also, she liked the taste of my seed. "I appreciate you letting me loosen up and work out some of my issues with you," Vivian completed. Why can't a woman be satisfied with being a total jerk to me so I can stay angry with them for more than five seconds? I know there are chicks out there that get out of bed, sneer down at their former lover, and belittle them before laughing like the Wicked Witch and sauntering out the door. I blame my misconceptions on Lifetime TV, my Aunt watches it, honest. I flopped down on the bed and stared at the last bit of dark skies before the first rays of sunlight drove them away. Hope stepped into my field of view, grinning, with her ponytail dangling down and tickling my nose. "Zane, I really care for you and I am saying this with the utmost sincerity," Hope began. "You should have let Christina throw you out that first day," she smiled. "I have trained in the martial arts since I was five yet I've never seen anyone take a beating like you have in my entire life. The Energizer Bunny has nothing on your staying power, Zane. From Barbie Lynn at the beginning of the semester to Vivian right now, you just get it coming and going. I'm in awe with your inability to learn from your mistakes. I mean that in the kindest way." "Have I done anything right?" I sighed. Hope grabbed my nose, pinched it painfully, and yanked my head over for eye-to-eye contact. "You do a lot right, Zane, no pity party for you. I can name a dozen women who would charge into a burning building to save you, me included," she pointed out. "Zane, I want to protect you, and my Father taught me to ignore the cries of my own family if we were ever attacked because that would reveal my position," Hope informed me. Man, that is just plain fucked up in so many ways I don't even want to get into. What kind of father does that to his little girl? "I've never had a pet; I sleep with an automatic pistol under my pillow and a combat shotgun beneath my bed. I couldn't imagine anyone would consider himself a man unless he was versed in at least three forms of combat. I don't think I need to go into my instructions should a man touch me inappropriately, much less touch me when I was naked," she smiled warmly. "Wait," I mused after a moment's retrospection, "you want to protect me? Can't I be the one protecting you?" "Okay," she replied thoughtfully, "after Karate Club today, you and I can spar and if you can take me two out of three submissions, I will allow you to protect me." Wait, I am going to risk getting my ass kicked for what? It isn't like she's going to sleep with me if I win, and I can definitely get some action with Cappadocia if I refuse. "I'd like to but I have plans," I shrugged. "I am sure Cappadocia will understand. Besides, I might finish you off quickly and the two of you can get at it when I leave," Hope countered. "What makes you think, ?" I get out. "Zane, you live in a glass house, literally. You and her are no great secret," Hope interrupted. "Fine, let's see who gets schooled this time," I agreed. "So, how many years of Karate have you had?" "None," she smiled sweetly. "If it matters, I am advanced in the teachings of Taekkyeon, Hapkido, and Geom Do." "I have no clue as to what those styles are," I admitted. "A striking techniques style, a mixed martial arts style, and Korean Sword fighting," Hope informed me without a hint that she was offended by my ignorance. I knew that was a vast simplification of what those schools taught but from my limited experience, we could sit back and discuss them for twenty years and not cover every nuance. What I did know was, this school had more than its fair share of females unusually skilled in the arts of killing their fellow sentient life forms. Wait, was this the Hell Mouth and I am surrounded by an army of Buffy's, Faith's and Willow's? Did that make me Zander? Maybe I was Oz. He got to be a werewolf after all. "Where do you go," Hope asked with intense curiosity, "between that blink of your eye and the next?" "I'm imagining what you look like without your bra and panties on," I lied. I said that because I wanted to see her reaction, not because I had a hope in hell of her believing that. She did nothing. "I try to put my current circumstances in a context, no matter how crazy, that allows me to figure out what I should do next." "I should have known that you would embrace a cosmic embryonic spirit when making crucial decisions," Hope noted. Translation: I'm nuts. "I am glad you pierce through my many layers of obfuscations to see the real me," I retorted. "I am glad you see the real me too," she smiled. I got dressed, pulled out some homework, was jumped by my cohort of hotties, stripped down so they could examine my new collection of war wounds before finally letting me regain my clothing and dignity, while the ladies whispered conspiratorially about me. With the help of Vivian and Iona, I actually made it to the Dining Hall for breakfast by seven. Hope, Barbie Lynn, and Vivian broke free and headed for the senior tables first but soon it was just Iona, Rio and me. Paige stopped by only long enough to check on our status; I kissed her on the inside of each wrist and she ran her fingers through my hair and straightened my collar. I had Rio check me for electronic devices because Paige likes me but she is in the Time Lord Mafia, as is Iona. I have a little feud going on with their leader. On the way out the door, Raven caught up with me for a status update on our project. She'd written a beautiful opening paragraph and I told her that we would have the books from George Mason on Wednesday or Thursday. We asked how our weekends went; she went to the Soccer match up in Maryland and I had avoided sex the entire time. Raven seemed pleased by the news and I'm not even in a relationship with her. Okay, I may be the only one who believes I'm not in a relationship with her but I'm happy ignoring the rest of the world at this moment. Once I passed the Dining Room threshold I was brutally reminded that I still had Handmaiden's Duty. She was a nice, voluptuous junior named Georgia who was quite tall and quite well stacked. My task; to name all the descendants of Noah listed in the Book of Genesis. Every time I got one wrong I had to kiss her. I'd complain about the blatant sexual harassment but a) I like kissing girls and b) I could do without the ridicule of the entire school, check that; anymore ridicule from the entire school than what I was already getting. My some miracle I made it through enough names for Christina and company to surround us (Vivian, my guardian, was right there too). Georgia suspended her punishment gracefully as Heaven pulled me aside. "We have a date for Tuesday night," she beamed like a thousand suns. "Cool. Should we bring anything?" I inquired. "No. She's doing barbeque pork chops and chicken breasts, plus some other Southern stuff that I have no clue about what it is," Heaven informed me. "What is a hush puppy?" "Deep-fried corn meal batter, I think," I tossed out there. "When do we go over?" "5:30, and she'll have beer for me and Doctor Pepper or Sun Drop for you," she giggled. She was of legal drinking age and I wasn't, and Danica, our date, was a Lancaster City patrolwoman. "I'll meet you at the car, Babe," I grinned down at her while squeezing her in my arms. "But we have to be going," I noted. Arriving late to Assembly was unforgivable. "Zane, I've decided to tell my Father about you," Hope dropped her bomb right as we headed off again. I stumbled. "Zane?" Vivian and Georgia asked simultaneously. "Do you know how I say we should all live every moment as if it were our last? Well, never have I felt that to be truer than right now," I grinned fatalistically. "Thanks Hope." Around Memselbub, or whatever his God-damn name was, I lost track of Noah's grandsons and began kissing Georgia a lot. About Using-Half-The-Damn-Letters-In-The-Alphabet's name, I caught a furtive hand movement by Rio and Mercy give a little jolt but I didn't have time to delve into that right then because I caught sight of Cordelia coming to Assembly from another angle. I had a stroke of inspiration, or maybe I just had a stroke, because I dropped my bag and charged the svelte, sexy brunette Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia, aka the Science Club, and it was about time I applied a fresh coat of paint (whoop ass) to her little red wagon. I pushed through the crowd of girls and got within six feet of Cordelia before I registered on her radar. Cordelia is a quick thinker and meticulous planner so it took her only one foot of space to figure out that this was the 'he's got no plan' that she'd been told about. I chose the blindly opportunistic blitz attack because even I didn't know what I was doing, so how could she figure it out? Cordelia squealed, dropped her book bag, and ran for it. Now, I'm not really the moron that I often appear to be and this attack was not me blindly flailing at the world. Safety laid in either a building she could shut the doors upon entry or the Assembly Hall. Her problem was that both options sucked. She'd have to push through a press of girls to get inside the Assembly Hall; I was bigger and stronger and would definitely catch her if she tried that. Running to another building, then, was her only real chance. That was a problem of physics, crowd dynamics, and physiology, all of which she was good at. Sure, I was the faster runner, but Cordelia would break free of the crowd first, giving her a head start. The question was; would it be enough? Cordelia made for Simmons Hall, which was a good plan except for one annoying aspect of school life, politeness. Two girls were hurrying out of the building but stopped to hold the door for her, and me. Had Cordelia made it to the stairwell at the end of the hall she could have held the door against me long enough for us to risk being late for Assembly. It was good, quick thinking. The politeness cost her one lonely second and that was all it took. I grappled her in the hallway and rolled us onto the ground. Cordelia was giggling and screeching and trying to wiggle free but I would have my revenge. I finally got her on her stomach and her arms pinned behind her back when Vivian caught up, looking incredibly peeved. "Okay, Zane, you got me, you got me. I give up," panted Cordelia. "That's nice," I responded. I hooked her closest leg, flung off her shoe and yanked off her sock. "Damn, Zane, are you going to make me walk around barefooted?" Cordelia snickered. "Nope," I answered as I went after her other foot. Cordelia struggled but not overly much. It was all fun and games until I tied one sock around her ankle then secured the same side hand to the ankle behind her back. She fought harder to keep the other wrist/ankle set free but I got those to. I'd hog-tied her, sort of. "Oh, come on," Cordelia moaned, starting to get pissed. "Zane, stop this," Vivian warned. "Vivian, do you want to see pictures of us, you and I, on the internet? Because that is exactly what this is about," I explained. "Cordelia feels like she can fuck with my life without repercussions. I'm not even asking her to stop, only to give me a warning before she does anything that is going to make my life rough." "Things like Barbie Lynn and me in the shower, Cordy," I grumbled. "But it was so hot to watch, Zane," Cordelia countered. "All it takes is two phone calls; one to me and one to her," I pointed out. "Vivian, can I have a red marker?" Vivian thought about it for a second, then handed it over. I went around to Cordelia's face and began writing on it. Cordelia was fuming and only got angrier when, by touch alone, she figured out what my message was. "Fine," Cordelia growled, "lesson learned. Let me up." "Nope. They will find you when Assembly is over," I informed her. Now she thrashed about for real. "Don't do this, Zane," Vivian cautioned me. "I'll explain later, I promise," I responded to my guardian. "Cordelia, we are going now. Do you need anything?" "I could use a sip of water," she smirked. I went over to the water fountain, drank some in, filled up my cheeks then knelt down beside her and let her suck the water out of my mouth. "Umm, Zane spit, my favorite flavor," Cordelia joked. Vivian and I made for the door. "Oh, come on, Zane," Cordelia called out. "This isn't funny anymore. Let me go." "They will let you go around 9:05 when the first students show up, Cordelia," I shouted over my shoulder. "I hope you give this little exhibition some thought." As we sprinted across the campus grounds, we spotted Iona standing guard over my book bag. "Thanks, Iona," I grinned. "It was something I had to do." "Oh, it gets worse," Iona sighed morosely. "Zane, it wasn't my idea." She handed a cloth bracelet made of an intertwined white and green thread to Vivian. "I'll get you a blue thread as it seems you've earned it." Any explanation was cut off by the bell for Assembly. We raced into the seats various compatriots had saved for us with bonus confusion of having Georgia sitting next to me. Chancellor Bazz was back in charge but I didn't have too much time to notice; Georgia had returned to her Bible quiz and I was screwing up big time. Much secretive kissing ensued. Once we exited the Assembly, the mass of us disseminated to our various first classes. Iona had to go a different way than me but Rio stuck close. I noticed she and Mercy both had more elaborate bracelets. "So, what's up with this," I tapped it. "He-he," Rio gloated. "It is an indicator of what you've done to us, or we to you." "Whose idea was this?" I groaned. "Three guesses, Brainiac," she laughed. "What does mine indicate?" Vivian worried. "Kissing and groped," Rio snickered. "I'll make sure you get your blue strand asap. That means you've been naked with him." Vivian gave me a concerned look. "Still feeling sorry about leaving Cordelia tied up?" I joked. "Our Lord Christ teaches us to forgive those who have trespassed against us," Vivian quoted. "Wait, you guys tied up Cordelia? Where? And can I go get me some?" Rio exulted. "She's free by now," I let down my buddy. "He did write 'Paige is smarter' on her face with a red marker," Vivian added. "Bro, she is going to kill you," Rio giggled. "Nah, Cordelia is angry but she doesn't buy into revenge," I stated. "She will look for other schemes to control me and I'll find other ways to keep her in line." "What has Cordelia done to control you?" Vivian asked. "Vivian," I sighed, "why do you think Cordelia would create a free porn site with my sexual antics as the main attraction? She can see me perform whenever she wants, but why share it?" "That is convoluted as fuck," Rio griped. Vivian was thinking that over. "So she gets at you by putting at risk the women you are with," she thought out loud. "You two are playing a game of chicken. She threatens to expose those who have sex with you, and you dare her to do just that. It seems to me you two are putting other girls at risk in your simple little game." "It is not a game, Vivian, it is not little, and it definitely isn't simple," I explained. "It is not me versus Cordelia any more than it is Rhaine versus Christina, or the Progressives resisting Chancellor Bazz. Everyone wants something and most are willing to aggressively pursue those goals. I mean, you found a use for me in less than four days." "I, I, Vivian stuttered because I'd laid bare this morning's activities. She was saved by the entrance to my classroom. She dropped me off, then returned to her normal schedule. My ass had barely touched my seat when I got a text. Apparently, I had an important phone message. It turned out to be from the Vice Chancellor's office. "Hello," Ms. Reveal, who, like the Vice Chancellor, was new to the school, answered, "Doctor Scarlett's office." "Hi, this is Zane Braxton. Did you assign me a meeting with the Vice Chancellor?" "Yes, Mr. Braxton, and you have one minute to get here," the young lady informed me. "When did Doctor Scarlett tell you to call me?" I asked, right as Ms. Goodswell walked into the room. I was almost out of time. "I don't see how that was relevant," Ms. Reveal sounded cross. "Well, sorry then, but the nine o'clock hour isn't good for me. English rocks so call me back when there is another opening in the good Doctor's schedule," I said smugly. "Wait, you can't, Reveal got out before I hung up. I enjoyed the class while noticing that no one rang me back. I was suspicious that Scarlett was yanking my chain and no calls pretty much confirmed that. At the end of class Virginia Goodswell pulled me and Raven, my project partner, aside. After all, last time she'd seen us together, we'd had, difficulties. "Are you two making positive progress?" She smiled to us. "Yes, we are," Raven chimed in. "I've created our opening statement and Zane is getting four books from George Mason for us to use as source material." Virginia looked at me askance. "Raven, this might be a good time to inform you that we are getting those books under a third party's name because Rio picked his pocket and checked them out using his student ID and password," I told my partner. "Zane, if you are exhibiting this much larceny for a freshman English project, what are you going to do for Finals?" Virginia teased me. It was clearly too late to chastise me. "As I recall, the Library of Congress's security is provided by the lowest bidder," I retorted. "God give me strength," Raven and Virginia said with perfect symmetry. I may not be respected but I am treated with tolerance and compassion, which is more than I should expect. Vivian escorted me to the second class of the day, Biblical Archeology, which I shared with Rio. At the door Vivian tapped my arm. "At Homecoming I'd like you

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 7 Zane s Kappa Sigma Cock Legend In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Domestication may be our second greatest accomplishment, exceeded only by Fire       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. Double Dating 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 dressed, 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 perineum. 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. "Umm" she mumbled, before, "Umm, 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, cock?" 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 cock 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 Punishment I had barely gotten Nameless to suck two of my fingers and my thumb to slippery goodness and returned them to working her nipple when I heard someone not on the bed speak. "Do you think we have enough footage now, Iona?" Rio purred in a lethally seductive voice. "In the words of the immortal Rio Talon," Iona recited, "these bitches are toast." Dedicated readers will recall how I once claimed that I didn't live in the real world; I lived in Crazy Town. I still do. Rhaine rolled off me, into Nameless, and they clutched each other to avoid tumbling off my bed. (I have a newer, far bigger bed on order for the very reason that I'm tired of lovely ladies nearly taking headers off my favorite sexual encounter spot.) Rhaine was bosom to bosom with a girl whose shirt was wide open with one boob pulled out of her bra. My hand was yanked free in the exchange so I rapidly pushed myself into a semi-reclined position. Why was I not getting all the way up, you ask? Reference: Crazy Town - Mercy decided that being secretly included in a sex video was a huge turn-on. She started riding my two fingers like they were a mini-cock and she was going off like gangbusters. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, ahah." Mercy's whimpers kept rising in volume. "Oh, here it comes," was Barbie Lynn's assessment, based on deep personal experience with me. "Ah," Mercy continued with even more vigor. "Don't you worry, Barbie Lynn," Rio patted her on the shoulder, "she's not nearly as loud as you are." "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," Mercy's whimpers became hiccups as I redoubled my efforts on her clitoris. "She's no Leigh either," Opal pointed out. "Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai," Mercy began yelping louder still. "What is he doing to her?" Brandi gasped in wonderment. "Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba," Mercy's diaphragm began building up a terrible tension deep inside. "Ask him to show that to you in the shower tomorrow," Opal sighed, reliving her own tactile experiences under my care. "I'm not fixated on his cock; if I can't have it, I'll settle for his hands and mouth on me whenever I can get it." "Mother Fucker!" Mercy's head rolled back and she howled at the ceiling, killing all conversation in an instant. Silence hung over the room. Mercy started to fall forward but I caught her and let her drop onto my chest. I held her close until I felt her breathing start to come under control. She pushed up enough to look at me with eyes brimming with tears. "I'm ruined," she told me in a tired, raspy voice, then put her face into my shoulder and began wailing uncontrollably. I stroked her back and hair with my free hand. My other hand was covered in Mercy's fluids, and while some chicks might get off on being covered in their love juice, I doubted Mercy was into that kink; and besides, she was in her school uniform. "You are fine," I cooed. "No one is showing that video to anyone so you are safe. You are one of us and we'll protect you." That last bit was pulled 'outta my ass' so to speak. Every one of my friends up here had their own idea what our relationship was about and I could hardly speak for any one of them, much less all of us. "Speak for yourself, Num-nuts; I'm going to sink these skanks," Rio growled. "Rio, please," I requested in a calm and tender voice. She glared back with ill-concealed rage. "Do you have any idea what these bitches have been doing to me and the other freshmen?" Rio spat back. "Only the vaguest. And I am not saying they shouldn't make amends but there are two things we should consider," I began. It is a testament to how close Rio and I had grown that she permitted me to continue talking uninterrupted. "If we turn them in, we are precisely the type of people they think we are, immoral degenerates. This is supposed to be fun and liberating; if we start breaking people because they cut loose, actually express themselves and have fun, we become what they are and what we despise. I'll leave first," I told her. "Also, as strange as it sounds, probably more to you and me than anyone else on campus, we are Christians," I continued. Rio scoffed and clearly thought I'd lost my mind, or sold out. "You don't bend, Rio. You know right and wrong, and while you often choose wrong, you don't make excuses about it, and I've never had a better friend because I know you mean what you say and say what you mean, no matter how cutting," I explained. "You have clearly lived a socially deprived life, Rio taunted me, but her words cracked under her emotional turmoil ", if I'm what you consider to be a good friend, you stupid bitch moron cocksucker." "Let's put it to a vote," Iona volunteered the notion. "I think that's a good idea," Barbie Lynn stated, with Brandi and Opal agreeing. "Fine, whatever," grumbled Rio. "Okay. We are voting on whether or not we use the video as leverage against Rhaine, Mercy and, I looked to the nameless girl. "Joy," she provided. "Joy Jefferson." "Okay, and Joy Jefferson," I finished. "I vote 'no'." "I vote 'No'," Barbie Lynn went first, but Iona was right behind her with the same vote. "I'm actually with Rio on this one," Brandi said. "They are trying to get rid of Zane. I vote 'Yes'." "I vote 'Yes' as well," Opal agreed. "They shouldn't even be in our dorm or in Zane's room." The most surprised person in the room was now Rio. She clearly expected all the girls who had 'fallen under my spell' to do what I said, leaving her to be in the too familiar spot of being the Odd Woman Out. "I vote 'Yes' for both those reasons," she beamed hate at Rhaine, "plus I am Evil and I want your parents' heads to explode when they see you humping a guy in his dorm room while your lesbian buddies hold him down." "It is a tie," Iona pointed out. "What do we do now?" "It isn't a tie," I countered. "Not every FFU student has voted." "Oh, fuck no," Rio snapped. "They don't get a vote. I'll run and get Cappy and she'll sink their asses." "Okay," I told her. "I'm sure you can relate to having your fate boned by forces beyond your control. You go out and get as many people as you think are necessary to get them expelled and possibly tossed out by their parents. Take your time; there is nowhere they can run." Rio got halfway down the stairs before she came storming back up in a fury that would make a tornado proud. "Move, Bitch," she screamed at Mercy. I pushed Mercy out of the way because I knew what was coming while she had no clue. I scooted to the edge of the bed closest to where Rio was charging. Slap! Oh, fuck, that hurt. "You motherfucking, cock-smoking, son of a bitch," she seethed. Slap! resounded from my other cheek. I caught a glimpse of Iona coming to my aid but she was corralled by Barbie Lynn in time. Opal looked concerned and Brandi was totally stunned. "Don't you ever talk to me like that," she screamed, Slap! "I am not the Better Person. People fuck with me and I make them burn! Do you hear me?" "I understand," I responded with quiet, sincere intensity. Rio hauled off to hit me again and stopped. "Give them to me, Zane. Don't fight me on this. You'll be sorry," she threatened. "I'm doing this because I am your friend, Rio. From 6:00 a.m. on Day One, it has been you and me, and in four years when we earn our release, it will still be you and me," I related. "I don't fucking need you or your fucking pity, Shit For Brains," she growled. "Did it ever occur to you that I'm doing this for me, not you?" I explained. "Look around you right now; mostly really special people but none of them have lost their family and been sent off to live in exile." "My family is not dead, Zane," she replied, her anger misting away like fog before the Sun. "They may live and breathe but you lost them some time ago just the same," I prodded her. Rio said nothing for the longest time, then a lone tear escaped down her cheek. "Sorry, Bro," she stroked my tenderized cheek. "I'm seriously awake now, if that's any consolation," I smirked. "Smart ass," she chuckled back. "Are they okay now?" I overheard Brandi asking the other three girls on my side. "Oh, they are fine, Brandi," drawled Barbie Lynn. "They are like feuding twin brother and sister, somewhat incestuous, mind you, but they are about as close to kin, without being kin, as anyone I've ever seen, save Christina and Heaven." "Rio?" I requested once more. "Fine, the dumb bunnies can vote," she snarled, "but I am praying to God they screw it up anyway." "How do you ladies vote?" I looked to Rhaine but addressed them all. "Um, 'No'," Rhaine said quietly. When no one said anything, Joy rapidly agreed. That left everyone looking at Mercy not that her vote mattered to the final outcome; Rhaine and company were safe by at least one vote no matter what. "I," sniff, "okay, yes," gak, "I mean No!" she corrected, then added, "thank you." "The Noes have it; the video will be archived, not to be seen again until my funeral, which might convince Rhaine to let me live in peace," I teased. The three seniors sighed with relief. "Now for the punishment," Barbie Lynn pronounced. "What?" Rhaine blanched. "I thought we covered that. Are you going back on your word?" "No," Barbie Lynn smiled. "The video is out of bounds but there is still the matter of this being my dorm and me finding you in one of my student's rooms sexually molesting him. Re-read the Handbook if you doubt me or my authority, Rhaine." "We were told to be here by Dean Gorman," Rhaine countered. "Coach Gorman told you to go into Zane's room, sit on his lovely piece of male reproductive perfection, and ride it like you were in the Pony Express?" Barbie smirked. Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy realized that they had no plausible defense and too many witnesses. "What about you all being here?" Rhaine reposed desperately. "We heard his cries for help," Rio beamed. "I think Zane's cries went something like, 'Help, help, I'm trying to remain pure but these scantily clad babes are tearing off their clothes and partaking of my muscular, well-toned man-flesh'." "But that's a lie," Rhaine wailed. "Rhaine, we just salvaged your college career, if not your entire life, and you are worried about Rio's colorful recreation of events?" I inquired. "What is the punishment?" I looked to Barbie. "Spanking," she declared. "Three swats from each of us should do it - barehanded." Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy looked unhappy but not horrified. They looked decidedly less happy when Rio perked up. Morphing Intentions "Iona goes first," Rio said gleefully. "And it has to be on the bare, naked bottom, no panties; three spanks from each of us on each of you, no more than three minutes between the first and last." "No way," Rhaine snapped. She moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. "Fine. Let's go to Gorman's office right now," Barbie Lynn declared. "Zane, you come along as soon as you get dressed. "I'll do it," Mercy sniffled. "I'll take my spanking." "Me too," Joy joined in. Rhaine looked around for some lifeline but there was none. "Very well; let's get this over with," Rhaine conceded. The three girls took off their panties, which probably needed replacing anyway, turned around, bent over, and put their hands on the bed. "No, no, no," Rio denounced their efforts. "All three of you, on the bed, hands and knees with your knees at the edge." When Rhaine looked ready to object, "You agreed to this, Ladies. It is this or else!" The Condemned looked at one another, then slowly obeyed, but Rio wasn't satisfied. She pushed their tushes around and forced them to spread their legs farther apart and generally harangued them until she was happy with the arrangements. It didn't take a '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 ass 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. "Umm," Rio slurped, as she rubbed her face deep into Rhaine's Love box. I recognized the tongue technique of darting deep into the cunt, 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 cunt 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) ass 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 cunt, parting her lips with the fingers of one hand, pinching her clit between the thumb and forefingers of the other hand, and licking along her entire slit with her tongue. Between Joy's thighs, Rio was putting on a performance that would make Jenna Jameson proud, maybe even envious. Apparently her teenage exploration of the Arizona nightlife had not been the waste of time her parents thought it was. I doubt it mattered to Joy, who was already pushing her ass against Rio's face. On this victim, instead of spanking, Rio was biting her ass hard enough to leave marks and make Joy squeal. Two minutes into this round, Rhaine lost it and squirted all over Barbie Lynn's face. This was apparently her first squirter because Barbie tried to back away from the eruption, which only guaranteed that it splashed all over her body from eyebrows to both bodacious breasts. "Rhaine," Barbie Lynn scolded her fellow senior, "you could have warned me." Rhaine didn't respond; her face nestled down on her arms and her whole body wracked with waves of orgasmic bliss and her lungs fighting for air - she was in no state to respond. As Barbie stripped off her shirt, I gave her a washcloth and one of my white shirts. I tossed Rio her second cloth of the morning and motioned Brandi forward. "She's, she's still having her orgasm," Brandi questioned. "That's why this is called punishment," I explained with a knowing smile. Brandi opened her mouth in surprise, followed by understanding, and then a race to get between Rhaine's legs and take her first lick of Rhaine's quivering quim. "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 FFU have to stick together," I both reminded her and boggled her shaken mind at the same time. Half an hour ago she had no doubt I didn't belong here and wasn't really FFU material, male and immoral. In her regard for me, I could see her blind acceptance of traditional FFU dogma weakening. "I've got to go now; it is almost my time to start punishing Rhaine," I softly informed Joy. Her hormone-trampled mind struggled to grasp that she was halfway through her torture. Brandi would finish soon, then it would be Opal, and then it would me, a male; me, face first at the gateway to her sacred womb. Her virginity would be spared from extinction by my will alone and I could tell that scared the hell out of her. She'd been chosen for her belief that Zane was a corrupter and that extraordinary measures were necessary to drive him out, no matter how sinful they may appear, and now she was face down and bare ass up, surrounded in his room by him and his friends. The most terrifying thing of all may well have been that we had made her feel more like a woman than she'd ever felt before. Where Rhaine had divorced her feelings and pleasure from her grasp of reality, and Joy was beating herself up every step of the way, Mercy had completely submerged herself in the transformation her body was going through. Mercy had already experienced one orgasm and come crashing down into doubt and self-loathing, only to be shown that her life wasn't over and no one thought the worst of her for actually enjoying sex. She didn't feel like a tramp or a slut; she felt alive and burning bright, so when Rio gave her that first hard spank, she'd moaned instead of crying out, and when the 'felon' gave her first few licks, Mercy reached under her body with one arm and started rubbing her slit in tandem with Rio's face dance. Even Rio's snicker didn't dampen her ardor, and when Rio took Mercy's hand and pushed two of Mercy's fingers deep in, Mercy thrust back with her hips so that her fingers touched her hymen. When Rio pulled Mercy's hand out of her twat, Mercy whimpered in need, but when she felt her fingers go into a different damp, warm orifice, she stopped, and when Rio's mouth started sucking the juices off of those fingers and twirling her tongue around each individual digit, Mercy couldn't help herself from wiggling her hips like a bitch in heat. With the fingers clean, Rio inserted them, along with two of her own fingers, back into Mercy's cunt, extremely stretching it out. Rio then came around the far side of Mercy, away from the others, and whispered into her ear. Later she related what was said: "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 ass. 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 ass 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 cunt. "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. "Umm, 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 ass 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 ass lightly three times and stood up. "Breakfast anyone?" Dorm Life, Heaven, and Mercy too. We were late heading out of the dorm so, under Rhaine's watchful control, the group jogged toward the dining hall. As we made the final approach, Rhaine grabbed my arm. Rhaine, Joy, Mercy and I slowed down while the rest headed in ahead of us. "What are we going to say?" Rhaine hissed in a panicky voice. "I was childish, blocked the door, and you caught me sneaking down a fire escape," I suggested. "You will get in trouble," Rhaine said with utter confusion. "I can take it better than you can," I related. "I don't understand. Why are you, all of you, doing this for us?" Joy asked. "Because," I snorted, "we are the good guys." They clearly thought I was a nut but going inside cut off the conversation. "Besides, I need to do something that's going to be rough on both of us." The Smartest Girl on Campus Looking back on things, that first Monday when it was only Rio and I realizing what I was became the only time I entered the Dining Hall or Assembly without being noticed. First I had been a novelty, now I was the freakish center of the storm. I sort of held my reactions in reverse; the hateful looks my enemies gave me made me laugh while the hopeful looks my allies gave me scared the hell out of me. I was dwelling on that quirk in my nature when I reached the spot my gang was sitting; we had our own location and the majority of the school had given it their blessing. Weird? Only the Class Presidents had their own preordained spots. Speaking of which, "Hey, Jungle Boy," Rio teased in such a dangerous way that I felt my balls crawl up into my body. "Iona nominated you for Freshman Class President." "Ha, ha, ha," I joked dryly, then looked to Iona. She couldn't meet my gaze. "Iona, why? Why didn't you at least ask me first?" "I knew you would say 'no'," she replied softly, then she looked up with more determination, "but I know you would be a great Class President." "Don't sweat it, Zane," Rio chuckled. "You need fifty signatures to be on the ballet." "He has seventy-two," Iona informed us. "Gak! How long have I been out there?" I gasped. "Nine minutes," Iona smirked bashfully. I looked around the room, humbled and disturbed. You have to remember that there weren't 250 freshmen and nearly one-third had decided that I should lead them; the faculty must be having kittens. I was thinking that over when a previous bit of theater came back to bite me in the ass. A girl I vaguely knew, Arielle, a fellow freshman, put her hand on my shoulder and waited. It took me a second to clue in but thankfully she and the others were patient. I put my hand on top of hers. "Thank you," I told her. She smiled and moved away, immediately replaced by another freshman. Over 80 freshmen followed and I could feel the disgust emanating from the head table were Chancellor Bazz 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 Bazz 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. "N R A"

Fluent Fiction - Hebrew: Finding Roots: A Journey of Heritage and Friendship Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/he/episode/2025-10-10-07-38-20-he Story Transcript:He: נעם הלך לצד הדרך.En: @NoamNoam walked by the side of the path.He: העצים נצבעו בשלל צבעים של כתום וזהב.En: The trees were painted in a variety of colors of orange and gold.He: עלים התעופפו ברוח הסתיו כמו ציפורים קטנות.En: Leaves fluttered in the autumn breeze like small birds.He: המסלול של "פוני אקספרס" התפתל והוביל אותו לעולם אחר, עשיר בהיסטוריה.En: The route of the "Pony Express" twisted and led him to another world, rich with history.He: נעם היה נחוש.En: @NoamNoam was determined.He: הוא רצה לחוש את המסע, להרגיש את השורשים שלו.En: He wanted to feel the journey, to connect with his roots.He: הוא שמע הרבה על חג הסוכות, על הסוכה שהם היו בונים בעולם אחר, בארץ רחוקה.En: He had heard a lot about the Festival of Sukkot, about the sukkah they used to build in another world, in a distant land.He: אבל שם, באמצע המסלול, הוא חש כאב חד בקרסול.En: But there, in the middle of the route, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle.He: נעם נאנח והבין שנקע את הקרסול.En: @NoamNoam sighed and realized he had sprained his ankle.He: "המסע לא ייעצר," חשב לעצמו נעם, "אפילו אם זה כואב.En: "The journey will not stop," thought @NoamNoam to himself, "even if it hurts."He: " הוא המשיך ללכת, צעד אחד בכל פעם.En: He continued to walk, one step at a time.He: כל צעד היה כמו הישג קטן.En: Each step felt like a small achievement.He: המסלול הפך תלול יותר.En: The path became steeper.He: נעם התלבט אם לחזור לאחור.En: @NoamNoam debated whether to turn back.He: הוא לא רצה לוותר, אבל הכאב היה חזק.En: He didn't want to give up, but the pain was strong.He: בדיוק אז, הופיע יאיר.En: Just then, @YairYair appeared.He: יאיר היה חבר חדש, מישהו שמבין מסעות ואת החשיבות שלהם.En: @YairYair was a new friend, someone who understood journeys and their importance.He: "בוא, אני אעזור לך," אמר יאיר בנחישות.En: "Come, I'll help you," @YairYair said with determination.He: עם קצת תמיכה מיאיר, נעם הצליח להמשיך.En: With some support from @YairYair, @NoamNoam managed to continue.He: הם הלכו בעזרת הקצב של העצים והציפורים.En: They walked to the rhythm of the trees and birds.He: בדיוק כשהשמש התחילה לשקוע, הם הגיעו לקצה המסלול של היום.En: Just as the sun began to set, they reached the end of the day's route.He: שם חיכתה להם מרים.En: There, @MiriamMiriam was waiting for them.He: היא בנתה סוכה קטנה ומזמינה.En: She had built a small, inviting sukkah.He: כל הקישוטים הצבעוניים בערו באור הערב.En: All the colorful decorations glowed in the evening light.He: הם נכנסו פנימה, התיישבו ונעם הרגיש תחושת סיפוק.En: They entered, sat down, and @NoamNoam felt a sense of satisfaction.He: הוא הבין שלא צריך להרחיק לכת כדי להתחבר לשורשים.En: He realized that there was no need to go far to connect to his roots.He: המסע הוא על החוויה ועל האנשים שאתה פוגש בדרך.En: The journey is about the experience and the people you meet along the way.He: במהלך הארוחה, הם צחקו, סיפרו סיפורים וזכו לרגעים של שקט ושלווה.En: During the meal, they laughed, shared stories, and enjoyed moments of quiet and peace.He: בחסות הסוכה, בה הגיע נעם להבנה אמיתית.En: Under the shelter of the sukkah, @NoamNoam reached a true understanding.He: מדובר לא רק במסע הפיזי, אלא גם במסע פנימי לעבר הבית והמורשת.En: It was not just about the physical journey, but also an internal journey towards home and heritage.He: אותו ערב, נעם הכריז ברוגע לעצמו שהגיע הביתה.En: That evening, @NoamNoam calmly declared to himself that he had arrived home. Vocabulary Words:fluttered: התעופפוbreeze: רוחtwisted: התפתלdetermined: נחושjourney: מסעroots: שורשיםdistant: רחוקהsharp: חדsprained: נקעacheivement: הישגdebated: התלבטsupport: תמיכהrhythm: קצבglowed: בערוsatisfaction: סיפוקconnect: להתחברheritage: מורשתinternal: פנימיdeclared: הכריזpainted: נצבעוachievement: הישגsteeper: תלול יותרinviting: מזמינהquiet: שקטrealized: הביןedge: קצהevening: ערבcalmly: ברוגעshelter: חסותarrived: הגיעBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/fluent-fiction-hebrew--5818690/support.

Rickie Collins is entering week 2 as the starting quarterback of the Syracuse football team while the rest of the Orange are entering week 6 of its 2025 season.  Time is not on Collins' side but as Brent Axe discusses on the latest episode of Syracuse Sports, he needs to make big strides in a hurry to keep SU's season on track.    Axe then checks in with Billy Embody of On3's 'On the Pony Express'  to get a preview of the SMU Mustangs squad that the Orange will face on Saturday afternoon.  Music provided by Reed Kirkwood. Spotify- https://open.spotify.com/artist/1TSw8Xf0Eic9vwkurEwZDw?si=YCbPI_-lR5SrzmOq4Ivj-w Would like your original music or know of a great band we should feature on Syracuse Sports? Drop Brent an email at baxe@syracuse.com The conversation on Syracuse Sports and the Syracuse football postgame show is always shaped by terrific insight from Syracuse Sports Insiders.  Become a Syracuse Sports Insider today! Sign up here to get your voice heard on the SU football postgame show and have direct text message access to Brent Axe anytime. https://joinsubtext.com/syracusesports Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On this edition of Walking 'Strong with Bill Armstrong and Billy Embody, the guys recap SMU's win over Missouri State, but more importantly, look ahead to SMU Football heading to TCU for the final Battle for the Iron Skillet.  The new Pony Express case can be found at EpochWines.com/Pony! It's an incredible, 12-bottle case for SMU and ACC fans to enjoy! Bill's coined this as the best case of wine ever assembled. You can also buy wines individually, but the case is a fantastic "deal" for the wines included. Use promo code PONY for FREE SHIPPING on your order from EpochWines.com! Buy the No. 1 Rose in the world or Epoch's 99-point York Mountain Syrah for SMU-TCU! Whether it's the case or select wines, we appreciate your support!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us a textIn this episode of Trail to 100, Jacob and Melody Bateman discuss Melody's recent trail marathon and her upcoming Pony Express 100. They delve into the mental and nutritional strategies that have helped them in their running journeys, emphasizing the importance of tracking nutrition and maintaining a positive mindset during races. The couple also shares their fears and excitement about the upcoming 100 mile race.Episodes referenced in this episode are Ultra Running Nutrition is not Intuitive with Julie Shobe and White Pine Solstice 55k with Melody Bateman.If you would like to support the podcast mission you can purchase a T-shirt at our website, trailto100.com/swag/. All money is put right back into growing our podcast mission of making the 100 mile distance accessible to all.Thanks for listening and remember, if you want to run 100 miles...MAKE IT HAPPEN!Support the show

In this episode of Outlaws After Dark, we sit down with Chase Hofer aka The Gypsy Hatter. Chase talks about his love for history, hat making and his Pony Express riding Grandpa. Don't miss it!

On this edition of the On The Pony Express Podcast, Billy Embody and Hayden Howerton break down the film of SMU vs. Baylor in Week 2. Plus, the guys go Coast-to-Coast recapping Week 2 of College Football. Use code PONY20 on Rhoback.com for a generous 20% off for all new customers. Take a look at the brand new SMU line of clothing that Rhoback unveiled. That's 20% off all Performance Polos, Shorts and more with code PONY20. Join OnThePonyExpress.com for just $1 for your 1st week: https://www.on3.com/teams/smu-mustangs/join/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode of At Your Convenience, CSP Executive Editor Hannah Hammond talks to Danielle Gutierrez-Stone, senior director of retail operations at Pony Express. They spoke at CSP's Outlook Leadership event in August about the challenges of running a small chain, being a female leader in the convenience-store industry, what it means to work for a "Native American"-owned company and more. Ho-Chunk Inc. is the parent company of Pony Express. It's based on the Winnebago Indian Reservation in northeast Nebraska. Pony Express first opened for business in 1996 in Winnebago, Nebraska, according to its website.  

Today we have an amazing pair of guest's from the appropriately named "Pony Express". Ed Ford and Alan Chiasson walk us through what it was like to be the most dedicated and deadly Postmen in the Middle East. Highlighting their new book "Postcards Through Hell", Ed and Alan walk us through the peril's of delivering everything from generators, munitions, fuel, to a whole lot of mail to our soldiers on the front lines of the GWOT. These two and countless others risked their lives to keep our soldiers connected with their families even when the U.S. Military deemed it low priority. Check the links below to find their book written and told by the gentlemen that lived it! Postcards Through Hell on Amazon https://a.co/d/2jZc78j American Grit https://www.americangrit.com/post/american-grit-episode-7-postcards-through-hell-w-alan-chiasson-ed-ford Wes Whitlock Interview https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCLe27a889U Postcards Through Hell Promo Video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcHw_m9_g48 Patreon:  patreon.com/TGFP24 FB: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61557361379237 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/twoguysandafencepost/ Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@two.guys.and.a.fe Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@youmeafp Podbean: https://theguysn.podbean.com/ Apple Pod: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/two-guys-and-a-fence-post/id1746635990 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0J75SgIUHqkCwuFL6Vxi5D?si=tExV44bwTIqlyaRh9PNwXQ Berserker Tactics: https://berserkertactics.com/ FB:https://www.facebook.com/berserkertactics?mibextid=LQQJ4d IG:https://www.instagram.com/berserkertactics2?igsh=dDloZ3puMGJ4cmU2

On this edition of Walking 'Strong with Bill Armstrong and Billy Embody, the guys preview the 2025 SMU Football season and unveil the NEW Pony Express case. It's a long episode, but after five months off, Walking 'Strong is BACK with big announcements and a season preview.  The new Pony Express case can be found at EpochWines.com/Pony! It's an incredible, 12-bottle case for SMU and ACC fans to enjoy! Bill's coined this as the best case of wine ever assembled. You can also buy wines individually, but the case is a fantastic "deal" for the wines included. Use promo code PONY for FREE SHIPPING on your order from EpochWines.com! Buy the No. 1 Rose in the world or Epoch's 99-point York Mountain Syrah for SMU-TCU! Whether it's the case or select wines, we appreciate your support!  If you're new to following the Walking 'Strong Podcast, it's a fun, light podcast from two SMU alums that share a bottle of wine while breaking down SMU's football season game-by-game, interviewing prominent Mustangs, and much more! We hope the ACC crew that SMU's a part of enjoys learning about some of the world's best wines from Epoch while hearing things from SMU's angle. Head to EpochWines.com to join the Epoch Wine Club, a customizable club for those eager to automatically access new releases of Epoch wines two times a year. If the club isn't for you, buy individual bottles online! Get custom engraving, gift packaging, bundles and more! Want to buy the official game ball of SMU Football? Check out BigGameUSA.com or click HERE to see the official game ball for the Mustangs! Use promo code "BEON325" for 10% off your order + FREE shipping! Use the code on SMU balls or any available ball on BigGameUSA.com! SUBSCRIBE to On The Pony Express YouTube by clicking HERE! Want more coverage of SMU Basketball and SMU Football, including the inside scoop on the team and recruiting? Subscribe to On The Pony Express by going here to join for $1 for your first week: https://www.on3.com/teams/smu-mustangs/join/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Locker Room's coverage of ACC Kickoff in Charlotte was brought to you by Georgia's Own Credit Union, Arrow Exterminators and Solomon Brothers Jewelers. Craig James, former SMU RB and member of the famed Pony Express, joined The Locker Room at ACC Kickoff in Charlotte and talked about his days at RB with SMU and the Patriots, The Pony Express, current state of football with NIL and more including one of the newest awards in CFB "The Pony Express Award"See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Have something to tell Uncle Rick? Click hereIn today's story, our hero Jack has to save his town from a flood and a criminal disguised as a post office inspector! Can he get everything done in time to save the day? 

Die legendäre Schnellpostverbindung zwischen der Ost- und der Westlüste der USA um die Mitte des 19. Jahrhunderts.Obwohl der Pony-Express nur rund eineinhalb Jahre lang, von April 1860 bis Oktober 1861 in Betrieb war, lebt der Mythos der verwegenen Reiter bis heute fort(4) Das Weiterleben des Pony-Reiters in der Populärkultur - Erzählt von Marcus Gräser, Vorstand des Instituts für Neuere Geschichte und Zeitgeschichte an der Johannes Kepler Universität Linz - Sendung vom 20.6.2025

Send us a textLatest podcast features former RB Craig James. We discuss his journey that took him from School football through his time at SMU as well as his USFL/NFL career. We discuss how he almost could have chosen an MLB career after being offered a minor league contract by the Yankees as well as a position change at SMU. We also discuss his teammate at SMU Eric Dickerson  as they formed "The Pony Express"  as well as why he choose to go to school there. You may be surprised at what the deciding factor was that had him choose SMU. Craig also discusses why he chose playing in the USFL over the NFL in 1983 as he was drafted by both leagues. You also don't want to miss his Untold Patriot Story as it involves the Super Bowl that we all try to forget lol. I hope you all enjoy and as always thank you all for listening!

Die legendäre Schnellpostverbindung zwischen der Ost- und der Westlüste der USA um die Mitte des 19. Jahrhunderts.Etwa eineinhalb Jahre lang - vom 3. April 1860 bis 26. Oktober 1861 - wurde der Pony-Express betrieben. Befördert wurden vor allem Briefsendungen und Telegramme. (3) Die Post-Reiter und die Erschließung des Westens - Erzählt von Marcus Gräser, Vorstand des Instituts für Neuere Geschichte und Zeitgeschichte an der Johannes Kepler Universität Linz - Sendung vom 18.6.2025

Die legendäre Schnellpostverbindung zwischen der Ost- und der Westlüste der USA um die Mitte des 19. Jahrhunderts.3.100 Kilometer betrug Anfang der 1860er-Jahre der Abstand zwischen den Eisenbahnnetzen der amerikanischen Ost- und Westküste. Überbrückt wurde er, neben Postkutschen, auch mit dem deutlich schnelleren Pony Express. (2) Leichtgewichte als Pony-Reiter - Erzählt von Marcus Gräser, Vorstand des Instituts für Neuere Geschichte und Zeitgeschichte an der Johannes Kepler Universität Linz - Sendung vom 17.6.2025

Postal workers are asking people not to remove dryer sheets if they find in their mailbox. They keep away the wasp. Add another type of person to the list of people Jamie won't date. Pony Express reenactors.

Add another type of person to the list of people Jamie won't date. Pony Express reenactors.

A woman who was brought on to talk about the 250th Military Anniversary parade sounded like she was absolutely wasted. Russell Westbrook denies his player option with the Nuggets. How to Train Your Dragon crushed the box office over Father's Day weekend. Jamie and Carson had a blast at Post Malone's show last night! Over the weekend Jamie was in a grocery store in Conifer. A woman with kids approached her and asked her to buy a shopping cart full of groceries. We discovered this could've possibly been a scam. BJ says the Safeway strikers don't know what they are doing. Justin Bieber freaked out on some paparazzi. Postal workers are asking people not to remove dryer sheets if they find in their mailbox. They keep away the wasp. Add another type of person to the list of people Jamie won't date. Pony Express reenactors.

Die legendäre Schnellpostverbindung zwischen der Ost- und der Westlüste der USA um die Mitte des 19. Jahrhunderts.Der im Stafettensystem agierende Express wurde 1860 aufgenommen, alle 15-20 Kilometer gab es eine Zwischenstation. Die berittenen Postboten hatten keine ungefährliche Arbeit zu verrichten. (1) Zur Ausgangslage - Erzählt von Marcus Gräser, Vorstand des Instituts für Neuere Geschichte und Zeitgeschichte an der Johannes Kepler Universität Linz - Sendung vom 16.6.2025

On this edition of the On The Pony Express podcast, Dean Ralsky breaks down SMU's newest commitments and recaps the Pony Express weekend.Check out a NEW sponsor, Manny's Tex-Mex! Say "Queso Queso" to your server or when ordering carryout to get 10% off your order! With four locations across DFW, Manny's is perfect for your next meal. Whether it's lunch, dinner or happy hour, Manny's fresh ingredients make up their mouth-watering food that goes perfectly with a cold beverage! "Queso Queso" discount excludes alcohol per laws and third-party apps.Texas insurance rates are ridiculous. Call Mark Villasana, a proud SMU alum and owner of Northwest Insurance Agency, is here to fight back. Northwest Insurance Agency fights for our clients and finds the best insurance coverage at the absolute lowest price.Call Mark at 214-352-5656or email him at markv@nwagencies.com to discuss your current rates, coverage and where you may lack protection.Head to StatusJet.com to learn more about the official presenting sponsor of the On The Pony Express Podcast. Use code PonyUpACC or mention On The Pony Express for a discount on a round trip flip booked with Status Jet. Status Jet is more than just a private jet charter company. They offer a personal touch in every aspect of your business and travel. Whether you are looking for charter flights, searching for the perfect aircraft to buy, or interested in selling a plane, experience a new level of luxury with Status Jet.Check out our sponsor, Tomes Auto Group! Mention On The Pony Express for EMPLOYEE PRICING on a new or pre-owned vehicle! Whether it's a new Ford, Subaru or Volkswagen, Tomes Auto Group will take care of you! Come and check out Tomes Auto Group's full selection of new vehicles, or get a great deal on a reliable pre-owned model. No matter which vehicle you decide on, their professional finance teams will help you get settled with a competitive financing or lease plan.

On this edition of the On The Pony Express Podcast, Billy Embody breaks down what's next for SMU Football Recruiting with the Pony Express official visit weekend.Texas insurance rates are ridiculous. Call Mark Villasana, a proud SMU alum and owner of Northwest Insurance Agency, is here to fight back. Northwest Insurance Agency fights for our clients and finds the best insurance coverage at the absolute lowest price.Call Mark at 214-352-5656or email him at markv@nwagencies.com to discuss your current rates, coverage and where you may lack protection.Head to StatusJet.com to learn more about the official presenting sponsor of the On The Pony Express Podcast. Use code PonyUpACC or mention On The Pony Express for a discount on a round trip flip booked with Status Jet. Status Jet is more than just a private jet charter company. They offer a personal touch in every aspect of your business and travel. Whether you are looking for charter flights, searching for the perfect aircraft to buy, or interested in selling a plane, experience a new level of luxury with Status Jet.Check out our sponsor, Tomes Auto Group! Mention On The Pony Express for EMPLOYEE PRICING on a new or pre-owned vehicle! Whether it's a new Ford, Subaru or Volkswagen, Tomes Auto Group will take care of you! Come and check out Tomes Auto Group's full selection of new vehicles, or get a great deal on a reliable pre-owned model. No matter which vehicle you decide on, their professional finance teams will help you get settled with a competitive financing or lease plan.

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Have something to tell Uncle Rick? Click hereHey, Little Buddies! Welcome to A Visit with Uncle Rick! This is a podcast where, every Saturday at 10am, you'll get to hear an exciting excerpt - usually one or two chapters - from one of the incredible audio books in the Uncle Rick Audio Book Club! Today's story is from "Jack of the Pony Express." As we begin the story, our hero Jack awakens to find himself tied up and stuck by a lonesome woodland trail without his faithful pony Sunger or anyone to help. Robbers, he believes, have taken his mail and left him out here to suffer in the elements! Will Jack be able to free himself before it's too late? 

Send us a textAn ominous help note finds its way to a 1980s post office, connecting a dead letter investigator to a podcaster who is chained to a flimsy pipe and cannot break free. On Episode 669 of Trick or Treat Radio we discuss the 80s throwback Dead Mail from directors Joe DeBoer and Kyle McConaghy! We also talk about the allure of Dead Letter offices, the act of actually mailing a child, and the cutthroat world of synthesizers! So grab all your unmailed letters, get that 80s aesthetic ambience just right, and strap on for the world's most dangerous podcast!Stuff we talk about: Edgar Wright, Spaced, Dawn of the Dead, George A. Romero, Shaun of the Dead, Simon Pegg, whether to sequel or not, RIP George Wendt, Cheers, Horrors Hallowed Grounds, Sean Clark, RIP Ella Maye Smith, Psychomania, Alien 3, David Fincher, Tormented, Poltergeist, World War Z, The Zombie Survival Guide, Paul Winfield, Mars Attacks!, Final Destination series, Yoga, The Serpent and the Rainbow, Saturday the 14th, Westworld, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, what is best in life, Police Academy, bad handwriting in the 19th century, Dead Letter Office, mailing children, circus peanuts, Pony Express, Kevin Costner, Cal Ripken, the Cal Ripken Power Outage conspiracy, vibranium Campbells soup cans, Deliverance, Ned Beatty, Freaks, Todd Browning, Dracula, Abhay, the cutthroat world of synthesizers, Beyond the Black Rainbow, 80s aesthetic, group home for men, cinema veritas, early DV camera, grainy 80s cinema, Ravenshadow vs. The Toilet, Ren and Stimpy, The Black Phone, and analog insanity.Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/trickortreatradioJoin our Discord Community: discord.trickortreatradio.comSend Email/Voicemail: mailto:podcast@trickortreatradio.comVisit our website: http://trickortreatradio.comStart your own podcast: https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=386Use our Amazon link: http://amzn.to/2CTdZzKFB Group: http://www.facebook.com/groups/trickortreatradioTwitter: http://twitter.com/TrickTreatRadioFacebook: http://facebook.com/TrickOrTreatRadioYouTube: http://youtube.com/TrickOrTreatRadioInstagram: http://instagram.com/TrickorTreatRadioSupport the show

This is an update to let you know what's been happening in my world and to explain "wassup" with the podcast. In this episode I explain where I have been since the last episode in 2022, new things going on like my near death experience and I tell you about Jackson's senior project. Bear in mind that the sound samples I include are low-res, mono files and the actual vinyl and CDs are full bore stereo. You know how it is with podcast audio. But, I think you'll get the idea.   Music credits: Intro: Prison Walls by Randy Godwin, performed by Buddy Ashmore and Pony Express. Outro 1: The Ghoul (short sample) written and arranged by Jackson Laird. Outro 2: The Spot Reprise written and arranged by Jackson Laird. The expected release date of his album is June 2025. Look him up on Band Camp. The title of the album is "Up Time".   Podcast Note: All past, present and future GrassTalkRadio episodes are available on Podbean here: https://bradleylaird.podbean.com/   I trust that all of you are doing well, enjoying life and making good music.

Gunslinger comes moseying into town, taking potshots at Chris and Charlotte as they discuss Beverly Garland, Allison Hayes, Roger Corman, the Pony Express, and sex workers of the Old West.

Every June, hundreds of riders saddle up for an epic journey spanning eight states and nearly 2,000 miles — all in the name of history. On a recent episode of The Spark, host Asia Tabb caught up with Petra Keller and Linda Jenny of the National Pony Express Association to talk about the enduring legacy of the legendary Pony Express and how it continues to ride strong today.Support WITF: https://www.witf.org/support/give-now/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Episode: 1349 Short-lived, but dramatic technologies.  Today, technologies that last only a little while.

When a person gets saved, they're thinking process no longer centers around what makes them happy or what makes me happy. Our whole thought process now is about pleasing our Savior and not pleasing ourselves. The pony express of our life meaning the decisions that we make, and the process of how we make the decisions that please ourselves needs to be replaced by following our Good Shepherd through thinking paths of righteousness for His namesake and not for ourselves anymore. Are you ready to replace the pony express in your life?

On this edition of the On The Pony Express Podcast, Billy Embody and Hayden Howerton break down the latest on SMU spring practice after watching the Mustangs in action on Saturday.Texas insurance rates are ridiculous. Call Mark Villasana, a proud SMU alum and owner of Northwest Insurance Agency, is here to fight back. Northwest Insurance Agency fights for our clients and finds the best insurance coverage at the absolute lowest price.Call Mark at 214-352-5656or email him at markv@nwagencies.com to discuss your current rates, coverage and where you may lack protection.If you know, you know - Rusty Taco has been an SMU favorite for years. Late-night runs, post-game stops, midweek breaks… you've been there. Now, Rusty's just got an upgrade. Their new menu just dropped at the Greenville Avenue location - same classics, even better flavor. Through March, mention Pony Express at the Greenville Avenue store or enter "ponyexpress" online (Greenville Avenue store only) for FREE Corn Fritters with any purchase. Available for delivery, pickup, takeout, or dine-in. Head to RustyTaco.com and find your location today!Head to StatusJet.com to learn more about the official presenting sponsor of the On The Pony Express Podcast. Use code PonyUpACC or mention On The Pony Express for a discount on a round trip flip booked with Status Jet. Status Jet is more than just a private jet charter company. They offer a personal touch in every aspect of your business and travel. Whether you are looking for charter flights, searching for the perfect aircraft to buy, or interested in selling a plane, experience a new level of luxury with Status Jet.Check out our sponsor, Tomes Auto Group! Mention On The Pony Express for EMPLOYEE PRICING on a new or pre-owned vehicle! Whether it's a new Ford, Subaru or Volkswagen, Tomes Auto Group will take care of you! Come and check out Tomes Auto Group's full selection of new vehicles, or get a great deal on a reliable pre-owned model. No matter which vehicle you decide on, their professional finance teams will help you get settled with a competitive financing or lease plan.

On this edition of the On The Pony Express Podcast, Billy Embody goes through subscriber mailbag questions and breaks down SMU spring football, recruiting and more.Texas insurance rates are ridiculous. Call Mark Villasana, a proud SMU alum and owner of Northwest Insurance Agency, is here to fight back. Northwest Insurance Agency fights for our clients and finds the best insurance coverage at the absolute lowest price.Call Mark at 214-352-5656or email him at markv@nwagencies.com to discuss your current rates, coverage and where you may lack protection.Want to revamp your yard with artificial turf, a putting green or both? Take $500 off your first project with code PONYUP at AKM Turf and Greens! AKM Turf and Greens strives to provide a quality product at a competitive price with customer service at the forefront. Head to akmturfandgreens.com NOW to connect with their staff or email info@akmturfandgreens.com to start the process! If you know, you know - Rusty Taco has been an SMU favorite for years. Late-night runs, post-game stops, midweek breaks… you've been there. Now, Rusty's just got an upgrade. Their new menu just dropped at the Greenville Avenue location - same classics, even better flavor. Through March, mention Pony Express at the Greenville Avenue store or enter "ponyexpress" online (Greenville Avenue store only) for FREE Corn Fritters with any purchase. Available for delivery, pickup, takeout, or dine-in. Head to RustyTaco.com and find your location today!Head to StatusJet.com to learn more about the official presenting sponsor of the On The Pony Express Podcast. Use code PonyUpACC or mention On The Pony Express for a discount on a round trip flip booked with Status Jet. Status Jet is more than just a private jet charter company. They offer a personal touch in every aspect of your business and travel. Whether you are looking for charter flights, searching for the perfect aircraft to buy, or interested in selling a plane, experience a new level of luxury with Status Jet.Check out our sponsor, Tomes Auto Group! Mention On The Pony Express for EMPLOYEE PRICING on a new or pre-owned vehicle! Whether it's a new Ford, Subaru or Volkswagen, Tomes Auto Group will take care of you! Come and check out Tomes Auto Group's full selection of new vehicles, or get a great deal on a reliable pre-owned model. No matter which vehicle you decide on, their professional finance teams will help you get settled with a competitive financing or lease plan.

April 3, 1860. The Pony Express begins when the first letter is carried from Missouri to California on horseback.Support the show! Join Into History for ad-free listening and more.History Daily is a co-production of Airship and Noiser.Go to HistoryDaily.com for more history, daily.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Before the transcontinental telegraph, sending a message coast-to-coast in the United States could take up to a month via stagecoach. Until, that is, the opening of the Pony Express, on April 3, 1860. Its founders, William H. Russell, William Bradford Waddell and Alexander Majors, set up over 150 relay stations along a pioneer trail, recruiting wiry teenage lone riders (‘orphans preferred') to make the precarious trek in a record-breaking ten days.  In this episode, Arion, Rebecca and Olly reveal the employment clauses insisted upon by these entrepreneurs; consider how Buffalo Bill Cody enshrined the concept in the American frontier myth for generations; and explain why, if you thought a job as a mailman sounded risky, you *really* wouldn't want to be posted at the relay stations… Further Reading: • ‘The Pony Express Was Short-Lived And Costly' (Smithsonian Magazine, 2015): https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/pony-express-was-short-lived-and-costly-180954986/ • ‘Pony Express Debuts' (HISTORY, 2009): https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/pony-express-debuts • ‘Trailer: The Pony Express' (Paramount, 1953): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5va9JXedVo #1800s #US #Animals Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Briefzustellung als großes Abenteuer. Ziel: die schnellste Verbindung zwischen Atlantik- und Pazifikküste. Am 3.4.1860 startet die Postzustellung mit dem "Pony-Express". Von Martin Herzog.

This week The Lonely Island and Seth Meyers talk about the digital short, Jizz In My Pants! Plus, they chat about the SNL episode with Tim McGraw hosting and memorable sketches like Clear Rite, Blizzard Man, Trick or Turkey, Dateline, and Virgania Horsen's Pony Express. They also revisit a deleted scene from last week's digital short AND you won't want to miss this week's latest podcast jingle from a special guest! Virgania Horsen's Pony Express - https://youtu.be/yuQmfOhWZaM?si=gxqDOimUtMGrFB43Jizz in My Pants - https://youtu.be/4pXfHLUlZf4?si=WxIdJkvhd1khR0BNEveryone's a critic (air version) - https://youtu.be/NTwwxs3Lqhc?si=9pB7QwIuc5bWxlosJon Hamm's Jon Ham - https://youtu.be/IiLJsOsRKUI?si=u5l0WztbZ6NaNUbrBlizzard Man with Ludacris and T-Pain - https://youtu.be/vnEwHOoKg-I?si=7_PNQI2G9cAChk2zClear-Rite - https://youtu.be/BG684Ws80J0?si=Bz1TrW4ZyULd7KJ2Dateline: Real Life Crimes - https://youtu.be/sxlr6LAjx-E?si=CUMbE18zxQg-iLcp The Real Me | Kyle M - https://www.stonesthrow.com/store/the-real-me/ (Not all the clips we mention are available online; some never even aired.) We know you want more out of these show notes but we're being serious when we can't find some things. And if the guys mention that something WILL be in the show notes then it will either be here or on the show's Insagram page. So make sure you're following that @lonelymeyerspod. And even if they do say something will be in the show notes that doesn't always mean it will actually be in the show notes. Apologies if you feel like we're letting you down but please know it doens't make us feel good either. Oh and don't forget to send us an email! thelonelyislandpod@gmail.com - just not about the show notes please. Thanks! Support our sponsors:Maker's MarkThis episode of The Lonely Island Podcast is brought to you by our friends at Maker's Mark. You too can celebrate the spirited women in your life with a free personalized label to go with a bottle of Maker's Mark! Head to makersmarkpersonalize.com and fill in the details in order to create and mail your custom label. MAKER'S MARK MAKES THEIR BOURBON CAREFULLY. PLEASE ENJOY IT THAT WAY. Maker's Mark® Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whisky, 45% Alc./Vol. ©2025 Maker's Mark Distillery, Inc., Loretto, KY.   CremoHead to Target or Target.com to find Cremo's new line of antiperspirants and deodorants in the Italian Bergamont and Palo Santo scents. Once again, that's Target or Target.com. Produced by Rabbit Grin ProductionsExecutive Producers Jeph Porter and Rob HolyszLead Producer Kevin MillerCreative Producer Samantha SkeltonCoordinating Producer Derek JohnsonCover Art by Olney AtwellMusic by Greg Chun and Brent AsburyEdit by Cheyenne Jones

On this edition of Walking 'Strong with Bill Armstrong and Billy Embody, the guys visit with some of the greats to play for SMU on the 2024 College Football Playoff team. Plus, the guys talk with former SMU wide receiver James Proche. Check out the run of interviews with Elijah Roberts, Jahfari Harvey, Max Yao, Justin Osborne and Jonathan McGill.The Pony Express case can be found at EpochWines.com/Pony! It's an incredible, 12-bottle case for SMU and ACC fans to enjoy! Bill's coined this as the best case of wine ever assembled. You can also buy wines individually, but the case is a fantastic "deal" for the wines included.Use promo code PONY for FREE SHIPPING on any order from EpochWines.com! Buy the newly-minted No. 1 Rose in the world or check out a Top 5 wine in the world, Veracity!If you're new to following the Walking 'Strong Podcast, it's a fun, light podcast from two SMU alums that share a bottle of wine while breaking down SMU's football season game-by-game, interviewing prominent Mustangs, and much more! We hope the ACC crew that SMU's now a part of enjoys learning about some of the world's best wines from Epoch while hearing things from SMU's angle.Head to EpochWines.com to join the Epoch Wine Club, a customizable club for those eager to automatically access new releases of Epoch wines two times a year. If the club isn't for you, buy individual bottles online! Get custom engraving, gift packaging, bundles and more!SUBSCRIBE to On The Pony Express YouTube by clicking HERE!Want more coverage of SMU Basketball and SMU Football, including the inside scoop on the team and recruiting? Subscribe to On The Pony Express by going here to join for $1 for your first week: https://www.on3.com/teams/smu-mustangs/join/Want to buy the official game ball of SMU Football? Check out BigGameUSA.com or click HERE to see the official game ball for the Mustangs! Use promo code "BEON325" for 10% off your order + FREE shipping! Use the code on SMU balls or any available ball on BigGameUSA.com!

On this edition of the On The Pony Express Podcast, Billy Embody and Hayden Howerton break down SMU spring football by previewing the defensive line and tight ends heading into the 2025 spring.Texas insurance rates are ridiculous. Call Mark Villasana, a proud SMU alum and owner of Northwest Insurance Agency, is here to fight back. Northwest Insurance Agency fights for our clients and finds the best insurance coverage at the absolute lowest price.Call Mark at 214-352-5656or email him at markv@nwagencies.com to discuss your current rates, coverage and where you may lack protection.If you know, you know - Rusty Taco has been an SMU favorite for years. Late-night runs, post-game stops, midweek breaks… you've been there. Now, Rusty's just got an upgrade. Their new menu just dropped at the Greenville Avenue location - same classics, even better flavor. Through March, mention Pony Express at the Greenville Avenue store or enter "ponyexpress" online (Greenville Avenue store only) for FREE Corn Fritters with any purchase. Available for delivery, pickup, takeout, or dine-in. Head to RustyTaco.com and find your location today!Head to StatusJet.com to learn more about the official presenting sponsor of the On The Pony Express Podcast. Use code PonyUpACC or mention On The Pony Express for a discount on a round trip flip booked with Status Jet. Status Jet is more than just a private jet charter company. They offer a personal touch in every aspect of your business and travel. Whether you are looking for charter flights, searching for the perfect aircraft to buy, or interested in selling a plane, experience a new level of luxury with Status Jet.Check out our sponsor, Tomes Auto Group! Mention On The Pony Express for EMPLOYEE PRICING on a new or pre-owned vehicle! Whether it's a new Ford, Subaru or Volkswagen, Tomes Auto Group will take care of you! Come and check out Tomes Auto Group's full selection of new vehicles, or get a great deal on a reliable pre-owned model. No matter which vehicle you decide on, their professional finance teams will help you get settled with a competitive financing or lease plan.

This week on The Whiskey Trip, Big Chief takes you deep into the heart of Missouri whiskey country—to Weston, Missouri, where history and bourbon collide at the legendary Holladay Distillery. There, he sits down with Master Distiller Kyle Merklein to uncover a story of grit, determination, and damn good whiskey. Kyle paints a vivid picture of 1856 Missouri, a time when stagecoaches rumbled through the dusty roads, Pony Express riders pushed the limits of endurance, and silver mines promised fortunes. Amidst it all, two bold brothers, Ben and Major David Holladay, saw something even more valuable—a pure limestone spring that would become the foundation for crafting world-class bourbon. And what's a story without a pour in hand? Big Chief and Kyle start strong with the Ben Holladay 1856 Bottled in Bond—a 100-proof, 6-year-old stunner with a mash bill of 73% Corn, 15% Rye, and 12% Malted Barley. One sip delivers lush stone fruit, crisp cherry pie, and a touch of warm allspice—a perfect way to set the stage. Then, they turn up the intensity with the Ben Holladay 1856 Original Rickhouse Proof—a 123.3-proof cinnamon spice bomb that coats the palate with a velvety heat, unfolding into layers of roasted nuts and rich caramel. For the second half, they dive into the Holladay Soft Red Wheat Bottled in Bond, where a mash bill of 73% Corn, 15% Wheat, and 12% Malted Barley brings something special to the table. Big Chief is instantly transported to a county fair—biting into candied apples, munching on fig newtons, and savoring the creamy sweetness of butterscotch. Finally, they bring it home with the Holladay Soft Red Wheat Rickhouse Proof—a six-year-old, 120.4-proof powerhouse bursting with dark cherry, caramel, and baking spices. This pour takes Big Chief back to high school, with the nostalgic flavors of Big Red cream soda and an atomic fireball—a bold finish to an unforgettable lineup. For over 165 years, Holladay Distillery has stood the test of time, crafting whiskey with character, history, and an unwavering commitment to quality. They're not just making bourbon—they're carrying on a legacy, Missouri-style. So pour yourself a glass, buckle up, and get ready for another wild ride on The Whiskey Trip. Cheers!

On this edition of the On The Pony Express Podcast, Billy Embody and Hayden Howerton break down SMU spring football by previewing the running backs and linebackers heading into the 2025 spring.Texas insurance rates are ridiculous. Call Mark Villasana, a proud SMU alum and owner of Northwest Insurance Agency, is here to fight back. Northwest Insurance Agency fights for our clients and finds the best insurance coverage at the absolute lowest price.Call Mark at 214-352-5656or email him at markv@nwagencies.com to discuss your current rates, coverage and where you may lack protection.If you know, you know - Rusty Taco has been an SMU favorite for years. Late-night runs, post-game stops, midweek breaks… you've been there. Now, Rusty's just got an upgrade. Their new menu just dropped at the Greenville Avenue location - same classics, even better flavor. Through March, mention Pony Express at the Greenville Avenue store or enter "ponyexpress" online (Greenville Avenue store only) for FREE Corn Fritters with any purchase. Available for delivery, pickup, takeout, or dine-in. Head to RustyTaco.com and find your location today!Head to StatusJet.com to learn more about the official presenting sponsor of the On The Pony Express Podcast. Use code PonyUpACC or mention On The Pony Express for a discount on a round trip flip booked with Status Jet. Status Jet is more than just a private jet charter company. They offer a personal touch in every aspect of your business and travel. Whether you are looking for charter flights, searching for the perfect aircraft to buy, or interested in selling a plane, experience a new level of luxury with Status Jet.Check out our sponsor, Tomes Auto Group! Mention On The Pony Express for EMPLOYEE PRICING on a new or pre-owned vehicle! Whether it's a new Ford, Subaru or Volkswagen, Tomes Auto Group will take care of you! Come and check out Tomes Auto Group's full selection of new vehicles, or get a great deal on a reliable pre-owned model. No matter which vehicle you decide on, their professional finance teams will help you get settled with a competitive financing or lease plan.Mignon, Plano's premier French inspired restaurant, is your next stop for a 5-star meal. Nick Natour, a former SMU offensive lineman, and his family own and operate this impressive restaurant, which serves dinner seven days a week and brunch on Sundays. Mignon offers two private dining rooms, a charming main dining room, a classic bar, and one of the best waterfront patios in Plano. This neighborhood gem is the perfect place to celebrate birthdays and anniversaries, drinks with friends and family, corporate gatherings, wedding receptions, and rehearsal dinners. Make a reservation today on OpenTable. Want to revamp your yard with artificial turf, a putting green or both? Take $500 off your first project with code PONYUP at AKM Turf and Greens! AKM Turf and Greens strives to provide a quality product at a competitive price with customer service at the forefront. Head to akmturfandgreens.com NOW to connect with their staff or email info@akmturfandgreens.com to start the process! Are you…Ready to leave the corporate Rat Race for the American Dream?Looking for a side hustle while working your current job?Wanting to diversify, build wealth, and/or leave a legacy?Andy can help!!!Andy is a franchise consultant (as well as franchise owner) and helps people find franchises that fit their skill sets, financial requirements, time to commit and more….His services are 100% free and he's here to help if you have any questions about business ownership.Learn more about Andy and franchise ownership through these resources:Andy's StoryWhy a FranchiseService Based vs Brick and MortarSemi Absentee OwnershipThe Process and How It worksAndy Luedeckewww.MyPerfectFranchise.Netp: 404-973-9901e: andy@myperfectfranchise.netBook time with me at: Andy's Calendar

On this edition of the On The Pony Express Podcast, Billy Embody breaks down what SMU Basketball's ACC Tournament loss to Clemson means, the addition of Brown transfer Nana Owusu-Anane, and some spring football storylines to watch. Texas insurance rates are ridiculous. Call Mark Villasana, a proud SMU alum and owner of Northwest Insurance Agency, is here to fight back. Northwest Insurance Agency fights for our clients and finds the best insurance coverage at the absolute lowest price.Call Mark at 214-352-5656or email him at info@nwagencies.com to discuss your current rates, coverage and where you may lack protection.If you know, you know - Rusty Taco has been an SMU favorite for years. Late-night runs, post-game stops, midweek breaks… you've been there. Now, Rusty's just got an upgrade. Their new menu just dropped at the Greenville Avenue location - same classics, even better flavor. Through March, mention Pony Express at the Greenville Avenue store or enter "ponyexpress" online (Greenville Avenue store only) for FREE Corn Fritters with any purchase. Available for delivery, pickup, takeout, or dine-in. Head to RustyTaco.com and find your location today! Head to StatusJet.com to learn more about the official presenting sponsor of the On The Pony Express Podcast. Use code PonyUpACC or mention On The Pony Express for a discount on a round trip flip booked with Status Jet. Status Jet is more than just a private jet charter company. They offer a personal touch in every aspect of your business and travel. Whether you are looking for charter flights, searching for the perfect aircraft to buy, or interested in selling a plane, experience a new level of luxury with Status Jet.Check out our sponsor, Tomes Auto Group! Mention On The Pony Express for EMPLOYEE PRICING on a new or pre-owned vehicle! Whether it's a new Ford, Subaru or Volkswagen, Tomes Auto Group will take care of you! Come and check out Tomes Auto Group's full selection of new vehicles, or get a great deal on a reliable pre-owned model. No matter which vehicle you decide on, their professional finance teams will help you get settled with a competitive financing or lease plan.Are you…Ready to leave the corporate Rat Race for the American Dream?Looking for a side hustle while working your current job?Wanting to diversify, build wealth, and/or leave a legacy?Andy can help!!!Andy is a franchise consultant (as well as franchise owner) and helps people find franchises that fit their skill sets, financial requirements, time to commit and more….His services are 100% free and he's here to help if you have any questions about business ownership.Learn more about Andy and franchise ownership through these resources:Andy's StoryWhy a FranchiseService Based vs Brick and MortarSemi Absentee OwnershipThe Process and How It worksAndy Luedeckewww.MyPerfectFranchise.Netp: 404-973-9901e: andy@myperfectfranchise.netBook time with me at: Andy's Calendar

On this edition of the On The Pony Express Podcast, Billy Embody talks about the ACC settlement for Clemson and FSU, its impact on SMU, SMU Basketball Senior Night vs. Syracuse and more!Want to revamp your yard with artificial turf, a putting green or both? Take $500 off your first project with AKM Turf and Greens! AKM Turf and Greens strives to provide a quality product at a competitive price with customer service at the forefront. Based in Dallas, Alex Carpenter and his team deliver incredible work and terrific attention to detail. Head to akmturfandgreens.com NOW to connect with their staff or email info@akmturfandgreens.com to start the process! Mention code PONYUP for a $500 discount on your project!Texas insurance rates are ridiculous. Call Mark Villasana, a proud SMU alum and owner of Northwest Insurance Agency, is here to fight back. Northwest Insurance Agency fights for our clients and finds the best insurance coverage at the absolute lowest price.Call Mark at 214-352-5656or email him at markv@nwagencies.com to discuss your current rates, coverage and where you may lack protection.Head to StatusJet.com to learn more about the official presenting sponsor of the On The Pony Express Podcast. Use code PonyUpACC or mention On The Pony Express for a discount on a round trip flip booked with Status Jet. Status Jet is more than just a private jet charter company. They offer a personal touch in every aspect of your business and travel. Whether you are looking for charter flights, searching for the perfect aircraft to buy, or interested in selling a plane, experience a new level of luxury with Status Jet.Check out our sponsor, Tomes Auto Group! Mention On The Pony Express for EMPLOYEE PRICING on a new or pre-owned vehicle! Whether it's a new Ford, Subaru or Volkswagen, Tomes Auto Group will take care of you! Come and check out Tomes Auto Group's full selection of new vehicles, or get a great deal on a reliable pre-owned model. No matter which vehicle you decide on, their professional finance teams will help you get settled with a competitive financing or lease plan.If you know, you know - Rusty Taco has been an SMU favorite for years. Late-night runs, post-game stops, midweek breaks… you've been there. Now, Rusty's just got an upgrade. Their new menu just dropped at the Greenville Avenue location - same classics, even better flavor. Through March, mention Pony Express at the Greenville Avenue store or enter "ponyexpress" online (Greenville Avenue store only) for FREE Corn Fritters with any purchase. Available for delivery, pickup, takeout, or dine-in. Head to RustyTaco.com and find your location today!Use code PonyExpress20 on Rhoback.com for a generous 20% off for all new customers. Take a look at the brand new SMU line of clothing that Rhoback unveiled. That's 20% off all Performance Polos, Shorts and more with code PonyExpress20. 

In the latest episode of Pony Hoops Insight with SMU Basketball greats Jarrey Foster, Nic Moore and Shawn Williams break down the latest on Andy Enfield's Mustangs ahead of facing Stanford on the road and after the road win at Cal.If you know, you know - Rusty Taco has been an SMU favorite for years. Late-night runs, post-game stops, midweek breaks… you've been there. Now, Rusty's just got an upgrade. Their new menu just dropped at the Greenville Avenue location - same classics, even better flavor. Through March, mention Pony Express at the Greenville Avenue store or enter "ponyexpress" online (Greenville Avenue store only) for FREE Corn Fritters with any purchase. Available for delivery, pickup, takeout, or dine-in. Head to RustyTaco.com and find your location today!The 1911 Group was founded by SMU alumni Lindsey Brown (Dedman Law '13) and Mitchell Brown (Dedman College '10 & Cox MBA '20) to create a space for alumni to connect, collaborate, and build meaningful relationships. Our mission is to leverage the strength of the SMU network to create opportunities for professional and personal growth, including new hires, clients, investors, and partnerships. Through exclusive events and networking gatherings, we bring SMU alumni together to exchange ideas, engage with industry leaders, and form valuable connections. With over 300 members across diverse industries, we foster a thriving community dedicated to collaboration, growth, and shared success. Subscribe to OnThePonyExpress.com for $1 for your 1st week! Join the best message board community of Mustang fans and gain access to a staff that has over a decade of covering SMU. There's no better time to join On The Pony Express than NOW!

Welcome to Profiling Evil's new series, Twisted Tales, where we unravel the fascinating crimes and challenges of history. In this episode, we gallop into the perilous world of the Pony Express, a daring enterprise that bridged the gap between East and West for a brief but unforgettable 18 months. While its riders are often celebrated as brave heroes, the story of the Pony Express is equally a tale of robberies, murders, and lawlessness. So saddle up folks and let's explore the twisted tales that shaped this icon of the Wild West. #PonyExpressTrail #WildWestHistory #StagecoachRobbery #GoldRushCrimes #FrontierJustice #OldWestLegends #HistoricTrails #WestwardExpansion #WildWestCrimes #OutlawTales #FrontierGold #StagecoachMurder #WesternHistory #PonyExpressCrimes #OutlawsOfTheWest #mapping #GIS #esri #CourtTV #Newsnation #WildBill #BuffaloBill=======================================Order a copy of Deceived or She Knew No Fear and get the book signed for free! https://www.ProfilingEvil.comDONATE to Profiling Evil: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=T54JX76RZ455SSUPPORT our Podcasts: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1213394/support