Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 4

Kung Fu Fighting

In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.

 

            “Giving can make you richer while keeping leaves you only with what you have” 

Somewhere along the line the burn in my thighs and arms began to register with my hormone-stoked mind but the fires of lust kept me standing and humping. I was beginning to think I'd crash to the floor when Leigh's face lit up with passion and fear.

"Put me down, Zane, put me down," she urged quietly.

It took me a second to register the request and another to start maneuvering so that I could disconnect us, but that turned out to be a moment too long. Leigh hadn't been in pain; she had been on the verge of orgasm, and my jolts were the final straw. Leigh screamed loudly and in a way that could not be confused with anything but a woman coming to fruition.

"Zane!!!!" she howled in a wall-shaking sonic explosion. Damn, she had to use my name, didn't she? We spun around and collapsed on the bed, Leigh on top for the nonce. She was still going off so I figured 'what the hell' and rolled over on top of her and went back to pounding away. Leigh's head was thrashing from side to side violently while her body trembled with the aftershocks of her detonation.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck ,  harder," she rasped out. As Leigh looked at me hungrily and began tearing kisses from me with bestial fury, I was beginning to think I'd short-circuited her higher brain functions. Her motor control skills were a function above par as her tongue, fingers, and cunt could attest.

"Oh damn," she gasped, "oh fuck, oh damn ,  ah, ah, ah, ah , . Ah Fuck!" she groaned out before screaming her lungs off, shouting out my name again.

She was driving her pelvis up against me, clawing at my shoulders and back, and kissing the hell out of me yet I still couldn't come. Leigh's eyes blinked then focused on me.

"Are you trying to kill me?" she panted. I shook my head. "Why haven't you come?" she tried next. I had no good answer to that but Leigh rolled me over and started a slow but accelerating bounce, Cowgirl style.

"I'm going to make you cum, you Bastard," she grinned ferociously. I admire a girl who likes a challenge but seriously, Leigh had seemed like such a sweet girl.

"I'm going to own you, Zane Braxton," she growled as she continued to rock my world. "You can fuck the rest but you are coming home with me," she declared. Huh? Where did that come from? "Make me your bitch!" Ex-squeeze me?

"Leigh?" called a worried female voice from outside the door, accompanied by a sharp knock.

In a life approaching normalcy, this would be the point where we wrapped up in the sheets before the door opened; unfortunately, I was in Crazy Town. Leigh kept pounding me hard enough to make the bedsprings squeak.

"Oh, God," gawked a fellow sorority sister as she opened the door and looked inside.

"I ,” had nothing that came to mind that would obfuscate the situation.

"He is so fucking good," gloated Leigh as she kept riding me. Her 'sister' stepped into the room and shut the door.

"Hey, can I get up now?" I inquired.

"No!" they both shouted at me.

"You need to keep it down," the newcomer insisted. "They can hear you over the music by the pool," which meant they could hear Leigh, not me.

With her message delivered I would have expected the second lady to leave but she didn't.

Trying to change things up, I grabbed both of Leigh's wrists and pushed them behind her back. Leigh toppled forward allowing me to push her arms together and grip them in one of my hands. I used my now free hand to bring one of her breasts to my mouth and I took a nibble.

"Make me scream," she begged. Been there, done that, been warned from doing that again.

"You," I addressed the as-of-yet-unnamed sorority sister, "get me the sash from her bathrobe and her pillowcase." She looked at me with confusion. "Do it!"

We kept going at it like wild animals until the girl came back with the sash and shook the pillow free from the pillowcase.

"Here you are. What do you want me to do with this? And by the way, I'm Paris," she got out.

"Paris, bind her hands behind her back with the belt," I instructed. Paris looked skeptical.

"What about the pillowcase?" she questioned.

"I'm going to gag her with it," I explained. Leigh looked frightfully turned on by the prospect.

"I'm not sure about this," Paris worried.

"Do it and then you can join us," Leigh offered; Paris almost bound my hand to Leigh's wrists, she was moving so fast. Paris gave me the pillowcase and I held it up for Leigh to bite down on which she promptly did allowing me to tie it behind her head. If nothing else, this was a learning experience for having fun with Barbie Lynn later.

"What do I do?" Paris asked eagerly.

"Strip," I commanded. As she was doing so I pulled Leigh off and positioned her at the head of the bed, face down and knees propped up on her pillow. Paris came to me; I pulled her into my lap and we started kissing.

First Leigh growled in frustration, then she started groaning in arousal as Paris and I got into it. When I felt Paris was ready I bent her over and directed her toward Leigh's rear end.

"What?" Paris wondered.

"Taste her," I told Paris. She leaned forward and gave Leigh's cunt a good solid kiss, followed by a lick as Leigh moaned in response.

Paris put a hand on each of Leigh's buttocks as a prelude to diving into her sister's favors. They developed a back and forth vocalization as Paris pushed Leigh forward before rebounding back.

That part of the threesome off to a rocking start, I took an identical place behind Paris. She shuddered and spread her legs a little wider as I took my first taste of her.

"Umm ,” she exhaled as I went from teasing her lips to dipping my tongue into her depths and twisting it among her folds, inserting a finger into her cunt just below. The clitoris came next, followed by slowly darting my tongue toward her anus.

"Ah ,  wow," she moaned as I first touched it. When I went back down she actually twitched her ass and tried to lower herself down to catch my action.

Ahead of me I could hear Leigh starting to go off again, muffled somewhat by her gag. Paris was preoccupied so I figured it was an opportune time to kneel behind her and insert my cock into her nicely snug cunt; for a moment I was afraid she was a virgin. I tried to moderate my progress into her but when I passed the halfway mark, Paris shoved her ass back against me.

"Ugh ,  ah ,  that's ,  fantastic," Paris moaned as I flexed my member inside her cunt. Leigh mumbled something that I assumed was in the affirmative. A series of pushes and shoves were getting us into a good cadence to the point I finally felt my gut beginning to tense in preparation of my own climax; then the door opened.

"Zane," Tawny stated with steely resolve. Both Leigh and Paris separated and rolled to their sides, staring warily at their Sorority President. I was sort of left on my knees with my pecker at attention.

"I told you," Christina retorted smugly to Tawny, as if I was some prized pet.

"Thirty-three minutes," Tawny noted on her watch. "It took him thirty-three minutes to bed two of my girls. That has to be some kind of World record." I had to think fast.

"It's all my fault. I fell into the pool, pulling Leigh in with me, and when Paris showed up,” I fumbled through.

", She fell into bed with you while simultaneously losing all her clothing as well?" Tawny taunted me.

"That explanation works for me," I shyly agreed.

"Zane, why is Leigh tied up and gagged?" Christina noted.

"Rumor has it that Leigh is a screamer," Tawny informed Christina.

"Oh, I think we can chalk that rumor down as confirmed," Christina smiled.

"Can we get dressed and forget this ever happened?" I suggested.

"The girls can get dressed, Zane, but what are you going to wear?" Tawny smirked as she kicked my pile of wet clothes.

"Leigh, why don't you go over to Zane's place and ask his Aunt to give you a fresh set of clothes," Christina asked.

Paris was rapidly getting redressed but when I crawled around her to free Leigh's hands she turned on me, pressed me to the mattress and gave me a serious oral assault. Leigh removed her gag, Paris sat up to resume dressing, and then Leigh took her turn kissing me before I could rise.

"Enough," snapped Tawny to her two horny sorority sisters. Soon enough both ladies had left, but not before Leigh turned and mouthed 'catch you later' to me; I was left trying to decide if that was a promise or a threat.

"Do I get something to wear now?" I pleaded.

"No," Tawny responded, taking a seat at Leigh's desk and looking me over. Christina came over and sat at the head of the bed (I was still down by the foot).

"So, Zane," Tawny mused, "does this happen to you often?"

"No, well, actually, yes," I muttered in embarrassment, "though this is my first three-way since coming back to the States."

"We could have another one right now," Christina stated, her voice husky with desire as she reached for my hand.

I'm not sure what look of surprise/horror must have come over my face because both Christina and Tawny burst out laughing.

"At least you don't assume you are 'all that,'" Tawny chuckled.

"Oh, he has his egotistical moments," Christina informed her, "isn't that right, Zane?"

I took that moment to cover my crotch with Leigh's pillow, which seemed only polite. Tawny waved her hand majestically.

"Huh?" I wondered, which only had her make the same dismissive wave with her hand. "You have got to be kidding me?" Tawny looked to Christina who nodded her assent. "I,” the protest began but I realized it was pointless so I removed the pillow exposing my still hard and as yet unrelieved cock.

"To answer Christina's earlier question, I do have my moments but I think most of Christina's problems with me relate to the fact that I'm going to put her through a moral realignment," I related.

"Oh?" Tawny looked surprised. "Do tell."

"You saw that girl with more metal than sense that came in with us? Zane has gotten it into his head that he needs to defend her," Christina explained.

"She deserves a chance here just like everyone else," I countered.

"She's a thief, drug user, vandal, and generally violent to those around her; she's a felon," Christina lectured me.

"You used to wear diapers; do I call you a bed-wetter?" I lashed back, followed by a moment of silence.

"I see what you mean, Christina; he's very defensive of her. She must be pretty good in bed," Tawny observed.

"As far as I know, they've never slept together; they are only friends," Christina informed her.

"That's charming," Tawny remarked softly.

"I found it quite grating at first but I confess his attitude has grown on me," Christina admitted. "You would think that given his living circumstances, he'd be more self-centered, "

"Or gay," Tawny finished.

"Don't you have boyfriends you should be meeting, or discovering?" I questioned.

"I'm happy where I am," Christina answered.

"Me too," Tawny added. I got up and headed for the door when Tawny stopped me. "Where do you think you are going?"

"I need a wash cloth," I answered. "I'm a bit of a mess," I indicated my cock with a flicker of my eyes. Of course, my sneaking down the hall, naked, in the middle of a party would cause its own problems.

"I'll take care of that," Tawny grinned. I had this sudden vision of Tawny going down on her knees and cleaning my cock with her lips and tongue but in reality, she headed to the door, called over a sister, and sent her on the errand.

I flopped back on the bed with a sigh then let my eyes wander around the room. They came to rest on Christina who was studying me. I leaned over, propped myself up on my tortured knees and leaned in to kiss her because it was something I wanted to do since I first met her.

"No," she responded. I kept leaning in until she raised a finger to my lips to stop my progress. "No," she repeated, but a playful fire danced in her eyes.

I stopped and rocked back onto my ass. Tawny had watched the exchange with interest and now came off the chair and stood before me. I was looking into the cleavage of her burgundy shirt and nice, if not Barbie-licous, tits. I rose up, put my hands on her elbows, and started to pull her toward me but she shook her head.

Tawny took my hands, untangled them from my hold on her, and pressed them behind my back. This has the unwelcome effect of propelling her pubic area onto my over-eager cock. I had the strangest feeling Rio had scrawled 'Lil Bitch' on my forehead with red lipstick because I was being freaking abused by these two.

She drew me into a kiss that rolled into another like waves crashing upon the beach. By the end we were both panting, our bodies pressed tightly together. Tawny rested her head against my chin (she's tall with heels) and looked upon Christina.

"Aren't you worried about someone taking him away?" she teased her fellow Alpha female.

"He'll be there when I want him," Christina stated smugly.

"I think we need to clarify our relationship," I mutter to Christina through Tawny's hair. "I was leaning more toward making you my sex toy and keeping you in my basement."

"Truly, Zane, would you ever restrain me?" Christina asks seductively.

"Physically or emotionally?" I ask.

"Emotionally," she answered.

"No. I could never do that to you, Christina. It would kill you inside," I respond truthfully.

"See?" Christina told Tawny, "He loves me." Tawny's reaction is not what I expected. She turned back so that our eyes are only inches apart.

"If you ever need help getting over that heartache, you know where to come," she breathed into me.

"Ah, thank you?" I managed to get out. A girl knocked on the door, breaking our embrace as Tawny had to go to the door and get my wash cloth and towel. By the time I was done Leigh had come back breathless with a fresh set of clothes for me. While I got dressed Tawny and Christina left, dragging Leigh along with them. I hadn't been here an hour but I already felt like I'd been through three rounds of a prize fight.

Reaching Heaven

Sliding through the halls I ended up near the game room when someone backed into me. It was Heaven being aggressively advanced on by a tall, slender guy in an AKA jacket, so I side-stepped Heaven and placed an arm around her waist. Heaven's head flashed toward me first in anger, then in surprise.

"Hey, Heaven," I greeted her, and since she was still looking at me, I kissed her lightly on the lips. Fortunately, Heaven actually managed to look grateful for the intervention but things weren't over yet.

"Hey, buddy," the guy smiled with not a hint of friendliness as he pushed my chest, "I'm working here."

"Hey, buddy," I grinned right back, "she came here with me."

"Ha," he snorted, "this is an AKA, Kappa Sig function. If you crash the party, you should expect to share," as if my ladies were a candy bar or a pack of gum. As he spoke, he reached for Heaven's arm to pull her away but I caught his wrist.

"We were invited too so you should back off and find someone else more appreciative of your charms," I warned him. He shook his wrist free and gave us an evil grin as he backed off.

"She's not worth it," he sneered.

"Loser," Heaven shot right back, giving him a palpable slap to his ego.

I caught sight of Chastity watching the whole exchange, giving me a quick nod before feigning attention for a blonde, buff AKA brother; Heaven had another guardian but I'd interfered before she'd come into play.

"Zane, you can let go of me now," Heaven muttered.

"No. You have to kiss me first," I whispered into her ear.

"Not going to happen," Heaven declared softly. I waited for her to shrug me off but she didn't.

"Do you want to go out back?" I asked.

"No," was her monosyllabic response.

"Listen, we can go outside and have a good time, or I can take you upstairs and fuck your ass until,” I whispered into her ear ", you beg me to stop."

"I'm not afraid of you," she defied me, at which point I steered her to the stairs heading up. We found the linen closet open and unoccupied so we slipped in, shut the door, and turned off the light so the only illumination came from the slats in the door.

I pressed Heaven's back against the wall and dove into her tasty lips. Heaven responded hungrily, wrapping her arms around my neck and running her hands through my hair. I had to remind myself that this woman had been painfully cruel to me on multiple occasions.

"Thank you, Zane," Heaven whispered up to me, her dark eyes glimmering in the pale light seeping in from the door. I decided to not ask what she was thanking me for.

"You aren't trying to get out of having sex with me, are you?" I taunted her back. My first instinct was to force her to turn around facing the wall and having my way with her, there was still a bit of lingering hate on my part going on but,

"Turn around," I requested. Seeing her hesitation,  "I really want you right now."

"Oh," she exhaled, then she giggled and turned around, taking little steps and rubbing against me.

"Let me know what you like," I whispered into her ear. I let my hands coast along her throat until my fingertips touched, then I withdrew them back around and down her shoulders. I felt a slight flutter course through Heaven before I worked down her back to linger at her ass.

I knelt behind Heaven and began massaging each cheek in turn, moving them together then pulling them apart. I kept the massage going for two minutes before Heaven began slipping her high heels farther apart and pushing back against me. I let my hands slide down to the bottom of her short red dress, then began hiking it up to the small of her back.

She had on a thong which I imagined made strapping down her own cock a little difficult. I kissed her left cheek first; Heaven trembled so I kissed the other, inducing a tiny moan. I rested my hands on her hips and pulled her back into my kiss, swiveling her hips sensually around so that I could bring them to my lips.

In the dim light I could see Heaven ball up her fists and claw the wall in sexual tension. I pulled her ass floss aside and began to dart my tongue from the top of her ass and working my way down. Heaven pushed up on her toes eagerly, trying to move my tongue to her anus.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked her.

"Stop and I'll beat you back into high school," she growled in a throaty voice. I'm not sure how hard you would have to stomp someone to beat them back a whole school year but I definitely decided to not find out. I began slowly probing her ass with my tongue, occasionally licking up to the cleft and down to the cloth covering her balls.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ah, ah, ah, ah," Heaven panted. "Oh, yes, fuck yeah, right there," she went on and on. I sneaked a hand between her legs and brought it up subtly to her contained cock and began to rub it, causing her to jolt, clench her teeth, and stifle a yelp.

"Am I better than Christina?" I asked. Heaven shimmied in agitation before responding.

"No, but you are good," she allowed. I answered that with a finger coming up and pressing into her ass. I alternated between tongue and finger until she was good and slick. I stood up, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down with my underwear.

"I hope you are ready," I informed her, with my need evident as my cock came free and rubbed up between her ass cheeks. Heaven started trying to reposition herself to capture me inside her.

"Are you going to make me your lover?" I whispered into her ear.

"Shut up," she gasped back. I drew back even as she pushed up as far as she could go and tried to wiggle her asshole onto my cock.

"I don't want this to be some random fuck, Heaven. I want to do this again. Make me your lover," I repeated. Heaven groaned loudly.

"No," she choked back a sob. I pressed the tip of my cock against her opening and she responded by slowly pushing against me. "I, I'm, Zane, I'm,” she whimpered with self-doubt.

"You are beautiful," I told her softly.

"Ah,” she gasped as her resistance collapsed and my prodding head popped in. "Zane," she purred, "so good." I was sure it was painful but Heaven wouldn't show it.

"Make me your lover," I said yet again as I slid a bit more of me into her rectum.

"No," she moaned, so I stopped myself and held us there. "Don't pull out," she begged.

"I'm not going to," I promised her, "but say it anyway."

"You are my lover," she whispered. "You are my lover," she repeated a little louder.

"Now tell me you're my bitch," I taunted her.

"You are my bitch," she teased me right back between sobs of pleasure.

"I'll take that," I told her, before nibbling on her earlobe. I kept tantalizing he ear, neck, and shoulder as I let her gently adjust to my cock as it entered her.

"Oh, God," she exhaled softly, "is there more?"

"Yes, but you are over half way," I calmed her. "We'll take it easy."

"Oh, oh, oh, God, fill me up, you bastard," she panted. "I can take it, oh, God, I can take it." She was psyching up for the extreme sensations she was going through. She wasn't losing her anal virginity; she was losing it again but in her way, on her terms.

I slowed my entrance when I heard her choked sobs. I pressed down on her until my head was beside hers. It was left unspoken that I was here if she needed to express herself.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah,” then she noticed how I was positioned and she fell silent for a moment. "Zane, I'm, okay."

"Damn, Heaven, you are so sexy right now," I groaned, "so damn tight."

"Fuck me like you mean it," she replied, "like I'm your woman."

"I'm not all the way in yet," I cautioned her.

"Oh, well, get to it. I, I can take it," she ground out somewhat fearfully.

"Promises, promises," I playfully scolded her, accentuated by short jabs deeper into her ass.

"Oh, fuck you," she gasped. "I can, I can do this, I can do this, oh, God." On the last 'oh God,' I finally pressed as tightly to her ass as I could and settled there.

We remained locked together until Heaven reached back and ran her fingers through my hair.

"I'm ready," she whispered to me.

"Heaven, I'm going to do what I promised; I'm going to fuck you until you can no longer stand," I reminded her.

"You don't, have, what it takes, freshman. Give it, your, best shot," she panted.

I didn't rush to her challenge right away, taking it nice and slow at first. My cock withdrew until my cockhead was at the point it distended her anus.

"Ah, perfect," she whimpered and started to tremble uncontrollably. I started returning to her, letting her vibrations rise and crash as I made my way back down.

On that last inch down Heaven suddenly pushed back against me and cried out, "Yes!" This made me smile. Sex is good, but sex when your partner is totally into the sex is fantastic. It still baffled me that people would want to use sex as pain, to punish. It is like cooking a five-course meal and eating the ashes of your campfire instead.

I moved my hands from her hips to her breasts, caressing them as I repeated the process of receding then plunging in deep. Heaven reacted by thrusting my cock home and grunting from her gut as she did so. Our pace and tempo increased until I was slamming her hard, the sweat on her ass and my thighs enhancing the 'slap, slap' as we went at it.

Heaven shuddered, then she desperately reached out and fumbled among the towels. A hand towel came flying my way and I noticed she grabbed another one and began shoving it between her legs, she was about to orgasm.

"Don't let me scream," she hissed.

Since one hand was down below and the other was keeping me from pumping her through the wall, I figured she wanted to be muffled. I got there right on time as Heaven made seven sharp intakes of breath then cried out. I reveled in her anal ring spasms around me, the heat of her body burning my cock with her intensity.

When Heaven began to slump as she coasted down from her high I released her breast and wrapped an arm around her waist and held her against me. Heaven's knees wobbled but she didn't fall so it was time to turn up the screws.

"Round two, Heaven," I warned her as I picked up my piston-like motion once again and released the towel on her shoulder.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, you bastard," she gasped. Now I rested my hands on her hips once more to maintain our rhythm. I could feel Heaven struggling to keep up her breathing with her diaphragm constantly disrupted by her sexual aftershocks. My pounding into her weak flesh caused her tight, firm ass to ripple and brought forth more animalistic noises from Heaven.

"What a great piece of ass," I praised her. "I want you, Heaven, and I'm not going to stop loving your body until you can't take it anymore."

"Fuck you, oh, yes, God,  God yes, I'm,” and I muffled her once again as the second eruption came quickly after the first.

I remained merciless in my assault, to the point I had pushed her fully against the wall, still on the tips of her toes. I wouldn't stop; I felt this was a challenge we should both meet.

"Ah, Zane, tell me, you, love me," Heaven wheezed.

"I love you, Heaven. You feel so right in my arms," I gasped. She sighed lustfully and I kept thrusting.

"I, I can't take anymore," she begged with bated breath.

"I want to hear you say that you surrender to me," I growled as I let my cock reach its farthest penetration, then gave one might shove entering new territory. Heaven's mind and body collapsed at that moment.

She hit her orgasm as she lost total emotional and physical control. She was flopping against me until she retreated from her third climax and she was pretty much at my mercy. I pulled her off me, slowly rolled her over on the wall and let her slide down. Heaven's crotch was covered with a towel. I stepped forward with my cock pressing toward her face.

"Suck it," I demanded of Heaven. She looked up at me defiantly, then to my cock with fatigued breaths. My cock had just come out of her ass and here it was within tongue's reach of her lips. Heaven looked over her options and right at the point I was sure she would refuse, two trembling hands rose up and took hold of my shaft and balls.

Her tongue licked the tip of my cock; Heaven judged the taste and she went back down to take in more of my cock. One hand stroked the staff while the other began massaging my balls. After several efforts to swallow most of my chock she started talking.

"You Bastard," she gulped. "Next time cum in my ass, but right now I'm thirsty."

I took my hands to her head and began fucking her face at a steady pace. Heaven pressed her hands against my thighs to stop me then started bobbing her head instead. She wasn't the best yet but she was improving wonderfully, learning more patience as well as becoming a better judge of my reactions to what she was doing.

Gobbling and slurping noises followed as her uncertainty faded and she began to bask in the power she had over me.

"Ready to cum, Zane?" she said with a sloppy wet smile. I nodded vigorously. "I'm not done with you yet," she laughed, "so you had better keep it together."

"Crap," I gasped, as she took in more of me than previously done. She let my cockhead rub against the back of her mouth repeatedly before finally pushing it past her gag reflex. She couldn't do it for long but she kept at it until I couldn't take the throat contractions anymore.

"Cumming," I gasped. Heaven grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me in as far as she dared.

She didn't press her nose to my stomach but she came close. I grabbed her head and began shooting off into her throat. Heaven choked and sputtered, drinking me down in several gulps. She ran her tongue along my shaft as she languidly withdrew me to her lips. She sealed her blowjob with a final kiss and lick to my head, catching that last drop of semen.

Heaven slumped against the wall panting heavily, licking her lips and letting her hands fall to her lap.

Kung Fu Fighting

"Is this what it is like?" she whispered more to herself than me. I lifted her up onto her shaky legs and pulled her tightly to my chest.

"No,” she muttered, but then her tone changed and she wrapped her arms around my waist, "Fuck it," she sighed, and put her head on my chest. "I can hear your heartbeat," she commented.

"Your breath against my chest feels pretty good too," I whispered to her.

"Let's get dressed," she responded after a moment. "We should get back to the party."

"I hate you," Heaven declared as we were cleaning up.

"Why?" I wondered. Had I accomplished nothing?

"You are fun," she snapped, as if she was declaring me to be a Satanist.

"That is a bad thing?" I questioned.

"Yes, no, damn it, I want to spend time with you and that's not right," she explained desperately. Seeing that her message wasn't getting through, "You are a man," she added.

"I have no idea what you have against my gender but can't you take a chance and believe that I'm not like other men who have been in your life?" I suggested.

"See, that is why you are bad for me," she sounded exasperated. "I want to believe you and I know you only want me for the sex."

"Yes, absolutely; I want to have sex with you. Heaven, you are a terribly attractive woman and what is wrong with wanting to make love to you?" I countered.

That brought her up short as she looked deeply into my eyes.

"Zane, I'm not a woman; I'm a guy," Heaven whispered.

"Did we just make love?" I reposed. I could see her struggle with that and then I knew; she'd been fucked and used like some, piece of meat but a man had never made love to her until now.

"Yes, Zane, yes, we did," she said softly. "We made love."

"Good, because I'd like to do it again. Can I expect to see you once a month?" I requested.

"Once a month," Heaven told me with a sweet smile on her face, "I'm far hungrier than that."

"We may have to work something out with Barbie Lynn," I pointed out.

"Barbie Lynn can kiss my ass," Heaven declared, and to emphasize her point, she grabbed my cock through my pants, saying "Mine!" with a shark-like snarl.

"Weren't you kicking my ribs in three days ago?" I reminded her.

"Oh, don't be a wimp," she snapped, but like lightning flashing across the horizon, she changed tack. "I promise I'll make it up to you," she moaned as she rubbed her body against me.

"I'd like for you to make it up to Rio too," I hinted.

"Hell, no!" Heaven growled. "There is no way I'm going to fuck Rio."

"Damn right; if Rio knew she was going to have sex with you, she'd go out and buy the biggest strap-on possible and you wouldn't walk straight for a week," I nodded.

"You would like to see that, wouldn't you?" she suspiciously accused me.

"No. That would hurt like a bitch and I don't want to walk funny for a week," I replied straight-faced. For a millisecond Heaven got angry, then she let it bleed away and laughed instead. Maybe Rio taking my ass with a dildo was something Heaven found amusing.

"Fine, Joker. Let's get back to the party before Christina realizes I'm missing," Heaven told me.

"Turn around," I asked her. Heaven glared at me then rolled her eyes in mock disgust, turned around, and thrust her ass back. I leaned down and bit each cheek once more. I was rewarded with another sharp intake of breath by Heaven which she attempted to hide.

"Can't get enough?" she purred while looking at me over her shoulder and smiling.

Heaven was clearly enjoying herself, which was kind of neat, but I didn't want her getting too cocky. I stood and spanked her hard on the ass causing her to jump.

"Ow!" she got out before I took her jaw in hand and kissed her. Our tongues wrestled and entwined deeply before we separated and made for the door.

We stepped out to mild applause from a gathering of eavesdroppers before making it to the stairs. Out of the blue, Heaven reached out and interlaced her fingers in mine as if it was the most normal thing in the world. As we walked into the kitchen Hope detached herself from some guy who was busier staring at the cleavage of her strapless white dress than actual conversation.

"Where have you guys, oh, my God," she giggled as she looked into Heaven's blushing face. "Shit, Zane, how many girls do you plan to nail tonight?"

"It's not like I have some Grand Plan, Hope," I shrugged helplessly.

"When is my turn?" Hope joked as the guy she'd been talking to came up. Heaven gripped my arm tighter but I had the feeling that had more to do with Hope's comment.

"October twenty-second at eight-thirty," I tossed back to her. Hope smiled at us before pulling Heaven to her. "Let Zane go for a while," she told Heaven softly. "We know where he lives ,  and where he sleeps." Together, the two ladies turned to face the 'guy', allowing me to head out in search of Iona.

Oh, So This is How I Got Here

I found Iona corned by some dark-haired stocky man against the bar. Iona had 'victim' written all over her face and he was coming across as a pit bull with the scent of blood.

"Zane!" Iona squeaked as she forced herself past him and into my arms.

"Hey, Babe," I responded with real affection, stroking her hair gently for emphasis.

"I told you my boyfriend was coming for me," Iona told the AKA man scowling at me. He skulked off for greener pastures and Iona wrapped her arms around my waist. "I prayed you'd come back for me. You left me and I couldn't find you," she pleaded.

"Iona, why didn't you simply text me using '911'?" I questioned her. "I'd have come running." Iona, our tech-genius, blushed in embarrassment at my simple suggestion to her dilemma.

"Oh, yeah, I could have done that," she mumbled. We spent several minutes rocking slowly to the music, Iona pressing with her back to me and my arms around her. "I have to go to the bathroom," she told me quietly. "Come with me?"

"Girl's bathroom, here we come," I smiled down at her.

We made our way to the middle of the house to one of two lower bathrooms, this one devoted to girls for the night. As Iona gave me a quick, shy grin and disappeared behind the door, I realized some asshole was giving me the once over. It was the AKA who had been scoping out Heaven. I met his glare until he turned away and left.

Cappadocia gave me a friendly bump as she slipped past me and went into the bathroom as well. "Oh, Zane,” giggled Cappy, mimicking Leigh's earlier outburst which led me to groan and slump against the wall. Iona came out and beamed with pleasure, maybe dreading that I would have abandoned her again.

Something caught her eye that caused that smile to fade into concern. I looked her way and saw the pit bull, and he'd gained a buddy. Fortunately, the hall ran both ways so I took Iona by the arm and turned to go the other direction, where I saw Heaven's old beau and he'd grown two AKA clones. With pain so imminent on the horizon I had to wonder if I'd been such a total bastard.

"Get help," I hissed to Iona before pushing her away from me. I moved so my back was to the bathroom door.

"Zane-boy," mocked the Heaven guy, "let's go out back and talk."

"No, thanks," I smiled, "I may be a horny fucker but you are too much of a cunt for me."

As you might guess, that didn't go over well. I weighed my responses and decided my best option was to drag things out until a few FFU ladies could come to my rescue so I let them grab hold of me. What I had underestimated was their sense of entitlement. They didn't feel the need to hide my beat-down. They shoved me through the girl's bathroom door and poured in after me, ready for an immediate infliction of my punishment.

The one silver lining was that they'd thrown the first punch so I was free to lash out. I kicked the first guy coming for me, knocking him back into the wall beside the door. I snaked a punch past the second man's guard but then they overwhelmed me and slammed me into the far wall. I blocked with my thighs and forearms until they pinned my arms, then the body blows began.

"Hold him up," the Heaven butthole growled to his buddies, "I'm going to kick his ass."

"Since your fist is as tiny as your cock, that's hardly a threat," I gasped. My dumb comment earned me a crunching blow to the ribs. Right then, the stall beside us opened up revealing Cappadocia as she stepped out.

"Get out of here, bitch," the guy closest to her snapped. Cappadocia had a moment to assess the situation.

"I kick ass for the Lord," she stated clearly.

"Huh?" the guy had just enough time to say before Cappadocia's spin-kick caught him along his jaw line, slammed his face into the tiled wall, and re-arranged his dental work.

At the same time, my main assailant hammered me again but Cappadocia rapidly became a primary diversion. It was a real pity; they should have been watching the door because Heaven came storming through and kidney punched the first (non-me) bastard she came across. A third guy managed to raise his arms fast enough to partially deflect Cappadocia's next punch.

As they released me, I slumped half-way down the wall before Heaven's bastard launched another kick at me. I was able to block it with my arms. He hauled back again with a snarl on his face when Heaven blazed up behind him, grabbed the back of his head, and pummeled it into the wall. Heaven spun around as Cappadocia yanked me up.

Against us, the last three AKA were gathering themselves for our rush. Another frat-boy opened the door.

"Guys, is everything,” he began before Rio smashed that nice looking vase I'd last seen in the entryway over the man's head.

The guy staggered and fell to one knee so Rio kicked him in his ass and sent him sprawling on the floor. Before she could get off more than one war-whoop, yet another AKA yanked her into the hall. Heaven was fierce and I knew Cappadocia could fight but I was far less certain of how well Rio could defend herself; we charged.

Now, please understand that FFU does not turn out super-commandos. It stresses physical fitness and discipline but that doesn't overcome the basic advantage of height, weight and reach of the average AKA brother. Add to that, we were outnumbered two to one and things were looking bad.

One unforeseen advantage we possessed was that if you were FFU, every guy was the enemy (some were still a little conflicted by my existence). The same did not hold true for Alpha Kappa Alpha. Nearly half the girls were Kappa Sigma. All it really took was Iona being a smart little camper.

Iona found Christina and Tawny and rapidly brought them up to speed with the crisis. Christina quickly moved to get her girls out while Tawny rallied her troops to break up the fight. It was inevitable that some confused AKA punched out a Kappa Sig, at which point chaos broke out. In the midst of this, Rio and I bolted for the back in order to gather all the girls in the back of the house.

Heaven and Cappadocia did the same, heading up to the front. The plan was, we'd make for my house with as many as we could gather. With some effort I made it out the back gate with eight of my ladies and we ran for the wood line separating the properties. As we broke through into view of Aunt Jill's house, we ran into Christina and the rest of our expedition.

A quick check showed that though we were bloody and torn, we were all accounted for. The look Christina gave me was scathing and I accepted it with shame because I'd promised my school mates a fun time, not a melee. I was figuring this was the end when Heaven came up and took my hand, smiling up at me.

"That was fun," she laughed. Charity, Faith, and Hope nodded, along with more than half of the other girls.

"What the fuck?" I muttered. Rio laughed and slapped me on the back.

"Just like old times, minus the gunshots and sirens," Rio declared ecstatically. On cue, the sirens began in the distance. As we raced to the house, Heaven couldn't stop grinning like a maniac

"Damn it, Zane, you stapled a smile to her face," Christina glowered at me once we got inside and, with the quartet, we separated from the rest. "You fucked her, didn't you?"

"What makes you think that?" I evaded. It wasn't like she was either of our parents.

"Assume for a moment I haven't known her like she's my own twin sister, no, wait, you can't because she is like my twin sister," Christina pointed out. She reached out and took Heaven by the arm.

"Tell me you didn't let him fuck you," she pleaded with her friend.

"I, uh, yes, I dragged him into a closet and let him fuck me up the ass until I could no longer stand, and I loved it, and he wants to do it to me again," Heaven fought back, "and again."

"Zane, why did you do this to her?" Christina turned back to me.

"Duh!" I grumbled, "She's hot and she likes sex. I wasn't aware I needed any more motivation." Chastity lost it and began giggling, which brought down Hope's iron exterior as well. Christina shot them a glance but Chastity wouldn't stop.

"Christina, I think we have a bigger concern," Chastity stated.

"What is that?" Christina responded cautiously.

"I'd worry about which one of us Zane nails next," Chastity explained between snickers.

"Wow," I sighed, "you make it sound like I'm some sort of sexual predator."

"Zane, you are a sexual predator," Hope pointed out.

"I prefer the term service provider," I quipped. Heaven snuck up on me and took my hand. I immediately suspected a judo throw was in my future but instead, she snuggled around my arm like a mini Barbie Lynn. I was suddenly missing the Heaven who wanted to kick me because I knew that personality, where this new one was a mystery.

"Heaven?" Christina questioned her, clearly as confused as me.

"Hey, I've never had a boyfriend before," Heaven shrugged. "I want to get some use out of him." Christina had no comeback for that. I'm thinking 'boyfriend?'

"You do realize you are going to have to share him?" Hope pointed out.

"As long as those other girls know their place, I'm okay with that," Heaven stated matter-of-factly.

"On that note, I'm going to go look for some ladies that actually appreciate me," I announced as I untangled myself from Heaven. As I broke free, Heaven made a grab for my elbow.

"Can we, you know, get together tomorrow?" she asked. I stroked her cheek around her ear and into the hair at the back of her head, bringing her head to me so that we could kiss.

"Sure. I'll pick you up around five. We can hit a restaurant then can catch a movie," I outlined. Heaven blinked with uncertainty.

"I, what?" she muttered.

"Heaven, Zane is asking you out on a date," Christina explained to her friend. Heaven looked over to me for confirmation so I nodded.

"Say 'yes'," Chastity goaded Heaven, who had been rendered speechless.

"Yes," Heaven said to me.

"I'll pick you up in the parking lot at five," I told her before departing in search of Rio, Iona, and Barbie Lynn.

Running Away From the Fight

"Zane," Barbie Lynn greeted me happily and swept into my arms. Rio couldn't stop grinning like a lunatic and even Iona looked pleased. I was getting ready to do some serious tonsil hockey with Barbie when,

"Zane," called out Aunt Jill sounding worried and confused. I took a deep breath and headed to the stairs were she was standing, still groggy from sleep, in her dressing gown.

"Hey, Jill, the party is over and we'll be heading out soon. There is nothing to worry about," I soothed her.

"Is that sirens I hear?' she inquired.

"I'll go out and check," I promised her and with her nod I whispered good-bye to my closest girls and headed for the front door.

As I opened the door Christina moved to my side with a questioning glance.

"I need to find out how much trouble I've caused the Kappa Sig's," I explained.

"I agree, we need to go find out how bad the trouble is and apologize to Tawny," Christina corrected me.

We walked once more across the lawn, this time in silence. As we crossed into Kappa Sigma property we noted that most of the cars had departed already but two Sheriff's Deputies had arrived. Tawny Flores (the Kappa Sigma Chapter President), Leigh (a sister) and some guy I didn't recognize were talking to them.

"That is Richard O'Fallon, the President of the AKA Chapter," Christina informed me in a hushed tone. They all flashed us looks as we stopped close by, the lead deputy looking our way.

"That is Christina Buchanan from FFU; she's was a guest at our party, and the boy next to her is Zane Braxton, our next door neighbor," Tawny introduced us.

I waited for the other shoe to drop but it didn't. No one was pressing charges and after taking our statements the Deputies left, somewhat perturbed. Richard gave the briefest of nods before departing himself. From inside the Sorority house we could hear the noises of the sisters cleaning up.

"Well?" Christina asked of Tawny.

"I'm still thinking it over," Tawny responded. "It isn't like a bunch of frat boys are going to admit some girls from a Christian school kicked their asses. Now I need to decide what to do with you. Zane, who threw the first punch?"

"I don't know his name but he was the AKA brother who had been hitting on Heaven earlier. He and four of his brethren shoved me into the downstairs women's bathroom. Earlier he had made a grab for Heaven so I grasped his wrist, but that was as far as that encounter went and that was over an hour before the fight," I related.

"Kappa Sigma has had a relationship with Alpha Kappa Alpha for nearly fifty years. They say you started it. Why should I believe you?" Tawny persisted.

"You may not know me well and I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but do you really think I'd start a fight with five guys in a girl's bathroom?" I answered.

"Yet you still managed to win," she smiled inquisitively.

"I lay the blame for my legendary fighting prowess on Heaven who was the first to come running, and Cappadocia who was actually in the bathroom when the fight started. She's sub-captain of the Karate Team and one of the guys called her a bitch. He'd be the brother on the way to the dentist," I added.

"I'll vouch for them," Christina stated, "and for Zane. He's not in the habit of being truthful, but he's not going to blame someone else for things he's done either." Considering how tumultuous our relationship had been, that was high praise from Christina indeed.

"I believe that the sisters and I will have to vote on this matter," Tawny addressed Christina. "We will let you know of our decision in a few days."

With that we were dismissed. I walked by Christina's side as we made our exit. At the tree line I looked to Christina.

"I'm sorry," I said softly.

"Did you mean to start a fight?" Christina inquired calmly.

"No."

"Have you ever been to a frat/sorority party before?" she continued.

"No."

"Then what are you apologizing for? You didn't see this coming and you didn't force anyone to show up with you. We came to have fun, we made a mistake, and now I will deal with the consequences," she finished saying. I reached out, took her hand and she didn't pull away.

It took about thirty minutes to get all the FFU girls squared away and most on the road home. Heaven made sure to give my ass a quick squeeze as she departed. By the time I trundled Jill off to bed I'd convinced her that Rio, Iona, and Barbie Lynn could stay. Rio and Iona would share my bed while Barbie Lynn would get the one finished guest room and I'd get the couch downstairs.

I lay downstairs for some time, ruminating over the mess I'd made of things and trying to figure a way out of it, but eventually sleep overcame me. In my dreams my mind wandered over all kinds of improbable events but became focused on a fantasy where Rio, Barbie Lynn, and Leigh were looking down on me and smiling and I was sure sex would ensue.

"Zane, Zane wake up," Barbie Lynn whispered to me.

"Huh, what, am I awake? Is this real?" I muttered.

Now, two things of note; the girls were lined up leaning over the back of the sofa, Barbie Lynn closest to my head, then Rio, and Leigh (at my waist) and that Barbie Lynn and Rio, not having any sleepwear, were wearing my white dress shirts, closed by only the two lowest buttons, while Leigh was in a thin white tank top and short cut-off denim shorts (which I would see in a moment).

It was around sixty-five degrees outside so Leigh's thick, long nipples were poking through. Rio and Barbie were proving that no matter how crisp the look, a girl always looks better in your shirt than you do. Rio's breasts were playing peek-a-boo with me, but Barbie's were clearly on the verge of busting loose with two luscious mounds of succulent flesh.

Barbie Lynn kicked up her heels and tipped over the back of the sofa and dangled her boobs over my face.

"Is this real enough for you, Honey?" she murmured to me.

"Are you sleeping in the nude, Zane?" Rio teased me. She knew that I was wearing gym shorts.

"I'll check," Leigh volunteered. Before I could do much more than prop myself up on my elbows, and bury my face into Barbie Lynn's chest, Leigh had a hand underneath my light blanket, on top of my shorts, and caressing my throbbing member (I was having a good dream).

"Poo," Leigh pouted, "he has shorts on."

"Hurry and take them off," urged Rio. "He hasn't has sex in over two hours; the poor bastard must be near death from under-stimulation!"

"Your compassion overwhelms me," I muttered sarcastically through Barbie's bounty. By some mystic convergence I ended up with a nipple in my mouth smothering further protest.

I was aware of the blanket being yanked away, my shorts being pulled down my legs and then someone standing on my chest, gak! Barbie Lynn pulled away from me, moving around the head of the sofa and exposing me to the sight of Rio balancing on my chest and stripping off her shirt. Leigh gingerly vaulted over the back, shimmied her tiny denim shorts down exposing her neatly trimmed cunt for everyone to see.

Rio tossed her/my dress shirt aside, displaying her lack of underwear, and Barbie quickly revealed the same as she appeared once more beside my head.

"What the hell is going on?" I growled. I should be forgiven for my non-sexual thoughts because I'd had sex earlier in the evening, I was concerned over the damage I may have done to Christina, and it was my prudish Aunt's house.

"I was asleep with Iona when this horny bitch, Leigh," Rio gestured to Leigh while rhythmically balancing from foot to foot on my chest, "came climbing through your window."

"I left it open when I came over earlier to get your clothes," Leigh confessed. What she didn't mention was how she had to scale the trellis to get to the second floor.

"She was kinky enough to put her tongue into my ear," Rio continued, "like the fucking tease she is but stopped when I turned over looking for a little hot, sweaty lesbian action."

"I didn't want to stop," Leigh protested. "I only suggested that we add Zane in."

"And Barbie Lynn?" I questioned, which caused Rio to roll her eyes.

"I figured you weren't lame enough to actually be sleeping where you were supposed to be so we went over to Barbie-luscious' room, licked her to multiple orgasms," Rio went on.

"No, they did not," denied Barbie Lynn.

"We might have if she had not been up waiting on you," Leigh grinned.

"So we came down to find you," Rio finished.

"Where is Iona?" I asked.

"We left her in bed," Rio confessed. Leigh scooted down my legs, past my knees and wrapped her hand around my cock.

I took that as an invitation to let my left arm drape off the sofa to Barbie Lynn's leg just shy of her ankle and then worked my way up. Rio drew my gaze and settled down on her knees so that I could place my right hand between her legs.

"You were going to have an orgy and not invite her?" I said, rapidly followed by, "Rio, you forgot two of your piercings," I reminded her as I playfully tugged on her lower lip piercings and elicited a throaty moan from her.

"She was sleeping," Rio groaned, mimicked by Barbie Lynn as I slipped my fingers to her cunt and pressed two inside her wetness, "and I didn't forget."

"Well, go upstairs and give her the option, Rio," I demanded. When she seemed recalcitrant I gave her rings another playful, pleasurable yank.

"Fine," she groaned again, "fine, fine, I'll go get her." Rio stretched her leg out to the floor, stepped over me, and padded off toward the stairs.

"I'm ready," Leigh panted. She began shifting on her knees toward my groin.

"So am I," Barbie Lynn moaned. She was certainly moist enough, which my fingers could attest to.

Leigh propped up with one hand on my stomach while rubbing my cock along her well-lubricated slit. I kept switching my attention between the two ladies when Rio suddenly appeared at the back of the sofa with a mortified Iona.

"Look who I found spying on us," Rio teased. Iona tried to pull away but Rio kept her hand upon Iona's upper arm.

"Iona, you can sit back and watch if you want but kiss me first," I told her. I would have preferred for Leigh to wait but she was proving to be quite insatiable and as the rest watched, she slid my shaft deeper into her cunt. Leigh raised her face up to the ceiling and exhaled loudly. Iona gazed from Leigh down to me, a strange look coming over her face.

"Zane, I,” Iona began but then words failed her. Actions didn't; she leaned over and kissed me gingerly. "Zane, I , "

"If you tell him you love him, I'll smack you upside your head," Rio threatened. Iona stammered then fell silent.

"Zane, baby," Barbie Lynn pleaded, "some attention, please." I reached to her thigh with my right hand and directed her pubic mound toward my waiting mouth. Barbie Lynn started to mount my head, facing the head of the sofa.

"Wait," Rio grinned, "turn the other way."

As Barbie changed orientation so she was facing toward my feet, Rio led Iona around to the front of the sofa.

"Who do you want?" Rio asked.

"What?" Iona wondered.

"Fine, you face Barbie Lynn and I'll take Leigh," Rio decided.

I was still doing the body dynamics of the situation, made more difficult by Barbie Lynn lowering her love box within an inch of my face.

"Oh, I get it," declared Leigh. She quickly dismounted my cock only to guide me back into her seconds later, but in reverse cowgirl. One body then settled onto my shins facing Leigh while a lighter body crawled onto my stomach facing Barbie Lynn.

I ran my right hand over this last girl's trembling thigh, moving up toward her cunt. My left hand began petting Barbie Lynn's kitty, avoiding her clit but teasing the tender flesh around it. God the woman feels so good and in the short time I'd known her, so damn perfect for me sexually; so giving and so receptive to whatever our passions dictated.

Leigh's cunt was settling into a nice series of contractions when she began slowly rising up and down. As I licked along her folds, Barbie's nectar coated my tongue and lips. At the same time a finely nailed hand I identified as Barbie's began rubbing against my hand that was beginning to explore between the thighs of the girl on my chest. I found no piercings so I verified this to be Iona.

Though preoccupied by the attention I was paying to Barbie's sweet spot, I sensed a shift in the movements of the two pairs of women above me. Iona kept tensing, shuddering, and then moaning in rapid succession. It took me a moment to catch on that she and Barbie Lynn were making out and I was pretty sure that Barbie was massaging one of Iona's breasts.

At my waist and below the action was far more feisty. Rio was pulsating against Leigh's body, her hands so vigorous that I could feel their strumming over Leigh's breasts, shoulders, neck and face. Her other hand was down alternating between rapidly stroking Leigh's clitoris, squeezing my cock when Leigh rose up, and cradling my balls when she came down.

"Fuck me like you own me, Zane!" Leigh cried out, "Fuh, Umph." That was classic Leigh, going over-enthusiastic on me. I assumed she'd been quieted by Rio's tongue in her mouth. Like an empathic cascade, Barbie began moaning her pleasure with my oral activities and Iona began humping my chest with surprising energy; I was quickly learning to grab my breaths where I could.

In a way, like any eighteen-year-old, I was happy that my long session with Leigh, Paris, and Heaven had given me greater staying power now. As a man who had to be up in five hours and was looking forward to a long day, I was cursed. It had been foolish of me to believe that this would be one little tease and tickle and I'd be done.

Leigh climaxed first, mainly due Rio's far greater experience, especially with girls. While I was getting over that sensation, those two switched places on me like I was some sort of seat at an amusement park ride. If their lips ever left each other's bodies I would have been flabbergasted. What I did discover was that Rio was clearly not a virgin and had no problem with having vaginal intercourse with me.

I was also reminded of what a smart cookie Rio could be. She'd placed Iona in Barbie Lynn's capable hands, letting her sensitive nature nurture Iona through her first real sexual coupling. Barbie Lynn had her really worked up before the busty blonde squeezed her thighs together and hit a prolonged orgasm. Though weak, she managed to coax Iona over my face where I opened her up to a new kind of sensuality, cunnilingus.

At my first contact, Iona jumped up with a yelp. She held herself there, forearms stiff against the arm rest of the sofa, out of easy reach. I didn't want to rush her into anything she was unready for so I turned my head and began kissing her thighs.

"Zane," she moaned. "Zane ,” Maybe there is some sort of compulsion in women to say my name?

Iona and I began the somewhat awkward process of administering a woman's first cunnilingus experience, complicated by her sitting on my face. To the credit of dozens of Thai women, Iona began squirming in the first few seconds, dripping within a minute, and cumming in my mouth inside of two minutes.

"Gurr, Oh Sweet Jesus, ah,” then, of course, "Zane!" Iona growled then cried out.

Barbie Lynn had the presence of mind to lift Iona off me so that I could resume breathing. At that time I assumed that I'd done my part for the day and we'd each go our own way.

"Oh! Me next," Leigh squealed as she removed herself from my knees and took several quick steps to my head. "Hey, Lover," Leigh grinned down at me before settling over my lips.

"Get to work," she demanded as I struggled to work the numbness out of my tongue.

"Come to me," I heard Rio calling to Iona who moments later settled down on my shins. My body began getting a resurgence of adrenaline, allowing me to lick and touch Leigh until she was on a razor's edge. At the same time I felt my cock getting ready to erupt.

I had to tap Leigh several times on the thigh before she'd let me up enough to speak.

"Rio, I'm about to cum," I cautioned her. Rio responded by vaulting off my cock and after some hesitation start to timidly lick it. Timidly lick it ,  Rio ,  oh crap. Knowing it was Iona giving her first blowjob kicked me over the edge and I began ejaculating. Iona gagged and coughed as the volume and taste hit her lips and tongue.

Several tense seconds followed until a steadier hand and stronger lips took over the duty of milking me dry.

"How was it?" snickered Rio.

"Kind of ,  salty," Iona responded after some contemplation.

"Do you want to do it again?" Rio teased.

"Oh, yes!" Iona exulted. "I think I need to get some more practice, though."

"That's Zane; he's our practice dummy," Rio joked to both Iona and me.

"Don't say that," Iona protested (my mouth was busy). "He's very sweet."

"I thought you said he was salty," Rio giggled. I couldn't see Iona blush but I had no doubt she was.

"I, that's not what I meant, Rio!" snapped Iona.

"I can give you pointers," Barbie Lynn intervened. "Come up to Zane's room after ten and we can practice." At what point did I lose possession of my physical being?

I took out my frustrations on Leigh's cunt, strumming her clit violently and tongue fucking her as deep as I could.

"Oh, God, Yes!" exclaimed Leigh. "Fuck, I'm keeping him here with me."

"No!" vehemently countered all three FFU girls at once. It least I was desirable, right?

Leigh tensed up, spasmed tightly against my lips and nose, and then coated me with her sticky-sweet fluids. Her scream was muffled by Barbie Lynn's lip-lock, coming across as some sexual, desperate growling noise. Rio worked my rod to hardness again and kept jacking me off.

"Who is next?" Rio chimed. I repeat, when did I become a cheap carnival ride?

"I'm up," Barbie Lynn rejoiced, "unless you want to have a go, Iona?"

"No, I can't. I'm still a virgin," Iona sighed.

"That's not a problem," assured Barbie. "There are, alternatives." I was thinking that introducing Iona to heavy kissing, fingering, blow jobs and cunt-licking in one night was enough. I didn't want to break her.

"Let me get you cleaned up," Barbie Lynn told me soothingly as she rubbed her hand over my chest. She got up and headed for the bathroom while Leigh pushed up enough to let me breath freely.

"Come here," Rio told Leigh, offering her a hand. Leigh took it and Rio pulled her off me and to the blanket they'd dumped on the carpet beside the sofa.

The intensity of the following actions projected to me that while Leigh was girl-friendly (what heterosexual guy doesn't hope every sorority sister is?), Rio was a dedicated and proficient bi-sexual. Rio even had the presence of mind to gag Leigh with the sleeve of one of my dress shirts. Iona gazed down at the display stupefied; it was that whole fundamentalist, homosexuality collision.

"Come here," I suggested to Iona. I drew her forward, clearly urging another tongue-lashing for her.

"Can I sit here,” she smiled down at me when she reached my stomach, ", and look at you?"

"I, uh, yeah, sure," I answered as Barbie Lynn came padding back up silently.

"Here, let me," Barbie grinned as she scrubbed my face clean before she turned her attention to my crotch, using hand lotion to make my cock slick and ready to be inserted into her. As she positioned herself, looking over Iona's shoulder, eyes closed blissfully, Barbie Lynn wiggled forward and backward. Soon enough she began working her way down my length, her ass like a welcoming companion keeping the hearth fires burning inside.

"What are they doing?" whispered Leigh once she'd pulled the shirt from her mouth.

"He's making love to my ass," Barbie Lynn sighed joyfully.

"Barbie Lynn is a virgin so her vagina is a no-go," Rio teased.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Leigh questioned. Barbie Lynn shook her head in the negative.

"Oh, don't let her lie to you," Rio began, "It hurts like a son-of-a-bitch the first time you do it, but Zane's got Barbie here loving it. It has made her one obedient little bitch."

"Rio," I cautioned, "that's not so. Barbie Lynn and I have found something we like, we are good at, and we do it. It's not for everyone."

"So you two have never, Hmm" Leigh mumbled as Rio shoved the shirt back in her mouth.

"I'm about to twist her nipples off," Rio explained to the rest of us, "So I had better get her ready."

I found myself torn by the sensation of Barbie's warm, tight rectum and Iona staring down at me with a far-off expression.

"Yes, Iona?" I gasped to her.

"I never ever thought anything like this would happen to me; meeting girls like Rio, Barbie Lynn, and Leigh; meeting a boy like you, both naked with me sitting on your chest, getting so wet and feeling so wonderful," she confessed.

"I thought the first naked man I saw would be on my wedding night, if I ever got married at all," Iona added.

"Fine," I thought out loud, "if we both graduate, we agree to go to the same post-graduate school. I'm pre-med and you are pre-Law, right?" Iona nodded. "We'll be roommates and I'll vet your boyfriends.

"I'd like that," she smiled at me.

Barbie Lynn leaned forward and started kissing Iona on the neck where it meets the shoulder. Iona murmured and slowly fell forward with Barbie right on top of her. I began thrusting up into Barbie's rump as she moved forward, bringing Iona's subtle breasts within reach of my mouth.

Beneath the two girls I felt Barbie's hand snake out and begin frigging Iona's slit and clit. We were rocking and sucking together for an uncertain amount of time before a sharp smack against Barbie Lynn's ass brought me back to my senses. Several sharp slaps by Rio followed before Barbie Lynn yelled passionately.

"Jesus Loves Me!" Barbie Lynn screamed before anyone could stop her. How I was going to explain this to Aunt Jill was beyond me. All I did know was that suddenly everyone was as quiet as they could be, considering the panting that was going on.

"Wow," Leigh whispered, "this was fun. We have to do it again."

"Amen to that," Barbie Lynn gasped.

"Amen," Rio and Iona followed suit.

"Sure," I added, "but not tonight -- I'm beat."

"Oh, come on," purred Leigh, "one more time...for each of us." I tried to cover my eyes with my arm but Iona was still in the way so I settled for nestling into her bosom instead.

Iona moaned softly while running her hand through my hair and pressing me tightly to her. We remained close for over a minute before Rio intervened.

"Iona, let him up," Rio joked. "He's right for once, damn him. We need to get some sleep. If I miss church my parents will skin me alive."

The girls slipped back into their clothes, kissed me with varying, searing degrees of heat, and headed back upstairs.

"When are you coming back home?" Leigh requested as she knelt by the sofa.

"Friday night," I responded.

"That's no good," she pouted. "How about Wednesday night?"

"I have a curfew," I explained.

"What time is it?" she persisted.

"Ten o'clock," I answered.

"I can make that work," Leigh assured me with a lascivious grin. "Show up at eight." At this time, protesting the situation didn't seem all that wise.

Raining On My Parade

Sunday morning around the breakfast table was rather awkward. It took one look from Jill to me and the others to know that she knew what had happened during the night; it was the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room that no one wanted to acknowledge. I would have preferred that Jill was angry with me because the hurt look she shot my way made me feel like a low-down dirty dog.

"Jill," I promised, "I'm going to take the ladies back to campus so that they can get dressed and we'll meet you at church."

"I, okay," Jill said dully. I race upstairs and dressed before coming back down to collect everyone for the ride to school.

"Well, that was memorable," Rio quipped as I pulled out of the driveway.

"Do you think she suspects something happened last night?" Iona asked timidly.

"With the screaming some of you bitches did, I think the whole sorority heard us," Rio mocked. I saw Iona blush in the rearview mirror and Barbie Lynn shot me an apologetic look.

"I'd rather have to deal with your enthusiasm, Barbie Lynn, than not be with you," I assured the blonde with a squeeze to her knee. Her responding grin was hungry with lust; damn it.

"What about the rest of us?" Rio questioned playfully.

"I'd really miss Iona," I answered snidely, "but you, not so much, Rio."

"Oh, you are just pissed," Rio laughed, "that I put some batteries up your ass and looked for the vibrate switch."

"Why do you have to be so mean, Rio?" Iona asked.

"She's not being mean," I preempted Rio. "She likes us and she'd do anything for us, though she'd never admit it."

"That's not true," protested Rio. "I like Iona but that's only because she's so small I could fit her into my carry-on luggage and use her as my personal sex toy."

"What about Barbie Lynn?" Iona inquired.

"I'd like to spend a few days in an isolated cabin teaching ol' Barbie the joys of Sapphic Love, but in the end I'd be too jealous of her ginormous boobies to keep her around," Rio explained as she reached over from the back seat and grabbed both of Barbie Lynn's breasts and gave them a big squeeze.

"Hey!" yelped Barbie Lynn, more surprised than outraged as she slapped Rio's hands away. We coasted up to the security gate to the campus parking lot so we had to calm down.

Getting the ladies dressed and back to the car in time was comparatively easy after that. What to do once we got to church was another matter.

I had never been to this Sunday school and Barbie Lynn was of no help because she taught school to the nine-years-old and under crowd. Rio and Iona had previous experience at other churches but if it hadn't been for Christina and company, I'd have been at a total loss. They went to the women's class while I went to the men's (18-25) class, but they gave me some names to go by, including Mr. Coleman, my teacher.

Barbie Lynn had found out which book of the Bible we'd be studying but I'd failed to get to it so I was somewhat at a loss. Mr. Coleman was kind enough to stop calling on me after thirty minutes of humiliation but I served as the butt of amusement for my male colleagues for the entire time. I silently resolved to sleep with all their girlfriends if at all possible, but that was the angry, sleepy me talking.

My revenge turned out to be swift in coming. When we departed class and made the slow migration toward the Church proper, I was immediately inundated with FFU girls, all two hundred of us. The majority of the girls sat in one section of the church and convincing Aunt Jill to join our little group of Barbie Lynn, Rio, and me allowed us to stay together.

In short order I was the center of bevies of young ladies from the college as we took over a section of the Tabernacle in the back of the church until they were ready to begin. We sang, had a reading selected from the Old Testament, another song, a shorter reading from the New Testament, and then a long sermon about the wickedness of the material world.

Sitting in this massive house of God, plush cushion under my tush, hair touched by state-of-the-art climate control, with marble and teak floors/walls/ceilings and huge stained glass windows, I could sympathize with the whole 'Material World being evil' vibe. Pastor William corrected me by explaining the blessings God places upon his 'Anointed Ones', people chosen by God for success. I wasn't sure which book of the Bible that was discussed in.

We finished up with the collection and another song before the service concluded and we were allowed to disperse. Rio grabbed my bicep so hard that her fingernails bit through my jacket and shirt.

"For the love of God, Zane," Rio hissed, "get me out of here. I swear I'll give you my virginity, again if you just get me out of this cesspit."

"It isn't so bad," Iona commented, "but it is awful big." Apparently missing the exchange, Aunt Jill dragged me toward the front of the church, not toward the rear exit like I wanted. Several men had gathered around Pastor William, mostly elderly looking but two or three younger ones as well.

"Ah, Glenn Braxton," Pastor Bill greeted me with that creepy smile, "your aunt tells me you want to become more active in the church."

That was the first I'd heard about that, or even thought it, but I elected not to embarrass Jill.

"I guess that's a possibility," I allowed. "What do you have in mind?"

"I think we could have a spot for an assistant with the Festivities Committee," Bill graciously presented to me. "They meet every Wednesday night at six."

"That would be fantastic," I lied. I would have worried more about lying in a House of God had Pastor Bill not been wearing enough cloth of gold to feed the town's homeless for a month.

"Fine," Bill grinned. "Lance, why don't you show young Glenn where he needs to show up?"

One, no one has called me 'young Glenn' since I was eight; Two, Lance was Lance Wellington, Mayor's son, just started George Mason Law School, handsome and vain, and yes, he mocked me in Bible class too.

Lance separated from the crowd around good ol' Bill with a smile that was as false as it was cultured. I shook the limp hand he offered but my return smile had nothing to do with Lance. A gorgeous young woman with long hair so pale blonde that it looked white in the filtered sunlight walked up and stood dutifully beside Lance.

"My fiancé," Lance gloated, as he possessively wrapped an arm around her waist, "Felicity Tolliver."

"Nice to meet you," I greeted Felicity. She hesitated a moment before shaking my hand while Lance looked on as if he was waving a nice, new toy in front of my face.

"You are an FFU alum," Rio interjected herself into the conversation.

"Rio Talon," I introduced her to the couple, "and Iona Becket." Barbie Lynn hadn't joined us yet.

"Felicity, what do you do now?" Rio beamed a deceptively friendly look. "Have you ever thought about helping out at the University? I bet you'd be great at it. I've only just met you but I feel inspired by your accomplishments."

What the fuck was all that about?

"Oh, thank you," Felicity responded. "I spend all my time getting our home ready for Lance so when we get married in the spring, everything will be ready."

I repeat myself, what the fuck was that all about? The woman had a college degree and she was reduced to being a one-shot interior designer?

"Maybe you could recruit some of us girls to help you at your house and in turn, you could give us pointers on what we can expect from life after we graduate," Rio kept going. Felicity clearly warmed up to the idea but waited on Lance to make his opinion known.

"Enjoy yourself, Felicity, with your little schoolmates," he told her in a condescending tone and added to the insult by actually patting her on the head.

"I'd be happy to come by the school, then," Felicity grinned like a loyal little puppy.

"That's great," Rio all but bounced up and down with enthusiasm. "I can't wait to see so much more of you and get to know all about you."

"That's enough of your little friends, Glenn," Lance stated. "Let me show you where you need to report to on Wednesday."

Right then Barbie Lynn showed up so I fished out my keys and threw them to her.

"Barbie Lynn," Felicity exclaimed before they hugged one another. I wanted to stay and ask some questions but Lance strutted away and I had the feeling I was supposed to follow him around like a well-trained dog.

I was regaled with the plentiful data that Lance knew about the church and who was who in it; my input was never required or even wanted. Only when I got to the actual conference room did I get any pertinent information; namely, that the Festival Committee was made up of the housewives of various bigwigs in the church hierarchy.

Apparently he found that I was on a 'women's committee' to be mirthful because there was some inherent inferiority in doing women's work. I decided to not throw a piddling little thing like childbirth in his face but then I began to have doubts that Lance ever had a mother.

"The committee is chaired by my Mother," Lance said dismissively. Well, damn, he did have one.

"Is she good looking?" I asked innocently. Lance looked at me with confusion, as if how a woman looked could ever matter, so I clarified. "Can I see what she looks like so I will know her when I see her?" Lance grunted non-committedly and showed me a picture of a woman on his phone. Holy Crap! She was Felicity but twenty-five years older, richer, and more mature in features.

"Have you ever thought you might have an Oedipus complex?" I had to ask. His mother and fiancé looked so much alike.

"What?" Lance said, rather confused.

"Oh, nothing," I evaded. "I need to get back to school." Lance clearly dismissed my earlier question as irrelevant and moved on with his life, which fortunately led me back to the parking lot and my girls.

I dropped the girls off at campus, pleaded with Barbie Lynn to meet me after curfew (she liked it when I begged), and raced back to Aunt Jill's for our midday meal.

After a few bites, "Zane, I saw what happened last night and I was shocked," Jill proclaimed.

"How much did you see?" I questioned.

"Enough," she snapped. "Zane, why do you let those women abuse you like that? What are they threatening you with?" she pleaded with me to tell her. I was speechless. How did she reach that conclusion to last night's events?

"Aunt Jill, this is part of my Christian duty, to learn humility from my classmates. And trust me, I was humbled last night, repeatedly."

"I didn't know about this," Jill wondered.

"It teaches me to obey those in authority, Jill. Maybe we could try it out here. They call it the Handmaiden's Duties. You can demand of me any task that does not cause permanent physical harm, Jill, absolutely anything you can come up with."

"I've sung songs, carried book bags, given massages, cleaned rooms, and changed light bulbs. There is nothing overly sexual about it, but nor is it forbidden. I do a lot of kissing as well, but it is all in good fun. Aunt Jill, take some time and think of something around the house you can command me to do, all for the sake of teaching me humility."

"Zane, did you like what they did to you?" she finally asked.

"Most of it was fun but there was a time when they had me crawl everywhere on my knees, which led to those bandages you saw earlier," I responded, totally avoiding what she really wanted to know -- namely about the sex.

"I thought they couldn't hurt you," she questioned.

"Special case; the Chancellor wants me gone so the normal rules don't apply," I informed Jill.

"That's not, is there anything I can do?" she responded.

"I'm good. She learned that I was more than willing for them to put me in the hospital and sue their asses off. Of course, that was this week. Next week it will be something new," I grinned.

"Zane, have you prayed on the matter?" Jill asked sincerely.

"Aunt, I worship every night," I replied; technically true as I was worshiping the female form every chance I got.

"I am sure that God will provide you with a solution," Jill promised me. I almost hoped she was right.

I Fought the Law

After returning to school, changing clothes, and doing some homework, I returned to the parking lot right before five, still chuckling over Rio's amorous plans for Felicity...or more like darkly sensual plans for her. Iona and I made more constructive plans for a Tuesday evening get-together of the freshman class up in the Solarium. A great cleanup would hopefully ensue.

Christina stood by the car while Heaven leaned against it. I admit that I resented her being there but Christina had this thing about protecting her best friend. As I approached, Heaven got up and walked around to the passenger side of the car.

"Whoa, where are you going?" I inquired. Heaven and Christina looked confused, then Heaven looked a little pissed.

"I need a kiss," I explained to Heaven.

"Zane, don't be an ass," Heaven growled but all I did was tap my lips with a finger. Christina had the good sense to stay out of this. "Gurr," Heaven snarled as she stomped around the car to me. She leaned up and gave me a brief kiss, then backed away.

"You can do better than that," I whispered to her seductively. "Kiss me as hard as you want me to hammer you tonight." That got her all screwed up inside and I could see it, but in the end lust won out over bad dreams and Heaven sensually stepped into me, pulled my face to her by the back of my head and kissed and kissed and kissed, our tongues warring for some time.

"I don't know if I can live up to that," I panted down at her.

"You had better," she taunted me as she patted my face then walked away.

"When should I expect you back?" Christina spoke up.

"I'll have her back by curfew," I assured her. Heaven snorted.

"I'll bring him back when I'm done with him," Heaven chortled; she was really enjoying this now. We remained remarkably silent for the first few miles until we pulled into the restaurant. "What are you doing?" Heaven questioned with unusual timidity.

"We are getting something to eat," I answered matter of factly.

"For real?" she wondered.

"Sure. I asked you out on a date. What were you expecting?" I questioned.

"Honestly, I expected you to drive me down some dirt road and screw my brains out," she admitted, emotionally conflicted.

"I haven't been on a real Western date since I was fifteen but I think I have the formula right: food, movie, sex," I joked. The look she gave me demanded that I clarify things. "This isn't a joke to me, Heaven. I wanted to go out with you and I hope we have a good time tonight; it is not my object to simply bang you and go home."

"But why me? I know I asked you to spend time with me, but why this?" Heaven continued.

"Heaven, I find you hot, sexy, and you wanted to spend time with me," I responded. "Did I make a mistake?" Heaven thought that over for a few moments then a smile blossomed onto her face.

"No, you didn't make a mistake," Heaven grinned slyly, "but even though this is my first time out with a guy, don't think you can get away with anything."

"What, no blow job?" I teased her, which earned me a glare. "I take it a titty-fuck is out of the question," and she hit me hard but then she snickered.

"Behave!" she commanded while shaking a finger at me and grinning. "Now come around and open my door. That is what gentlemen do." I wasn't sure about being a gentleman but hey, I got out and opened Heaven's door for her. When she got out, I shut the door, wrapped an arm around her, and took her inside.

As we sat down to eat a few subjects invariably caused problems; mainly, Heaven's family. She was fine telling me about Christina and their days in private academy together. The two had been inseparable since first grade and spent all their holidays together. Only when I talked about their future did Heaven grow silent.

"I'd like it if you stuck around once Christina and I are married," I stated. "Our kids would need an aunt that we could trust to look out for them no matter what."

"That's not funny, Zane," Heaven responded venomously.

"I'm serious; Christina trusts you with her life and that's enough of an endorsement for me; plus, I honestly like you, Heaven," I explained.

"Our lives are perfect without you," Heaven countered.

"Heaven, do you plan to marry Christina and have children with her?" I inquired. "If so, I'll step out of the picture." Heaven studied me and twice was on the verge of saying something, most likely telling me to piss off and leave Christina alone.

"She likes you," Heaven whispered, as much to herself as me. "I've never seen her give a guy the time of day until you came along. They all want her for sex, or for her money, but you make her laugh."

"If it is any consolation, she is laughing at me, not with me," I joked. Heaven glared once more.

"You care about me," she continued on. "No one has ever done that before. All the other people treat me like a nuisance but you, you made me your lover," she sighed but that sly smile returned.

"How does Christina feel about that?" I asked.

"I, I think she's happy for me but a bit jealous too. Everything Christina has ever wanted, she's gotten, or gotten first, until now," she informed me.

"I hope she doesn't show up on all our dates. It is a little creepy," I smiled back. Heaven chuckled at that; usually she played the role of creepy companion.

"What would you do if Christina asked you to stop seeing other, women?" Heaven said softly.

"I'd tell her, I'm eighteen and I plan to live it up a little for a few years before I calm down," I assured Heaven, "and I'm holding out hope for a few three-ways between us even then."

Heaven reached across the table and hit me playfully.

"You are sex obsessed," she accused me, but again in a teasing manner.

"Heaven, if you would stop looking so beautiful then maybe I could think about something else," I reposed. The magic of calling a woman beautiful took hold of Heaven and made her blush.

We quickly finished diner and made our way to the Cineplex where I took her to see Wreck-It-Ralph. She was initially skeptical about seeing an animated movie but after the first ten minutes she was totally into it. I opted to forgo the obligatory make-out session in the theater because I felt it would ruin the moment.

"Best date ever!" she proclaimed as we got back into my car.

"Heaven, this is your first date ever," I pointed out.

"Still, it is the best, Zane. I feel like I can do anything," she exulted gleefully.

"That's the point of being young, to do anything, to be free," I explained. The look she gave me was both quizzical and priceless.

"I think I know what she sees in you now," Heaven commented softly; by 'she,' I hoped she meant Christina. I didn't have too much time to dwell on that because Heaven reached across the seat and began caressing my thigh closer and closer to my growing hard-on. Before long, we were leaning into each other and kissing romantically as the car drifted off the road. I abruptly corrected and we had this giddy moment when we both realized how close we'd come to trouble.

To be continued in part 5, By FinalStand for Literotica.