Barbie Lynn’s Genetics
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“Nymphomania, while enticing to consider, is still utter madness when experienced.”
"Why Mr. Zane, my Barbie Lynn has told us so many wonderful things about you," she sounded so sugary that the honeyed words flowed off her tongue in a manner that was barely coherent. Also, her eyes flickered to the shower where I'd nailed Barbie Lynn repeatedly for forty minutes not all that long ago. Next to me Thomas grunted something that sounded like 'hello'.
"I'm sure she's exaggerated to my betterment," I pulled that banter out of my tush, my brain was suffering catastrophic blood loss.
"I can't wait to live in this dorm next year," Laramie came across with a nearly a molasses like drawl as well. "Zane, will you let me use this room next year?"
"Dude! This is your room?" Jefferson perked up. "Mom, I have to come here next year!"
"Um, yes Laramie, I'm going to hold this room open to every girl, and perhaps guy, in the dorm. I don't need much space," I said, "so keep out of the way of housekeeping and we are good. Also, you are immune from Handmaiden's Duty while here."
"Oh, I was thinking about the game stations, satellite dishes and cable hook-ups," Jefferson added. Jefferson Davis, that name rang a bell.
"Come on now Honey, a man can't go to a women's," Savannah let that sentence die unfinished. For me, it was keep the lone male status quo; or to get a good night's sleep'.
"Mrs. Masters, I offer a thin hope for your son; if your daughter could line up some upstanding seniors and juniors, he might slip in under the Zane Exception to the enrollment policy," I told her.
"You'd do that for Jeff?" Savannah took off her sunglasses and bit one of its arms.
"Ma'am, I'd wrestle an alligator blindfolded for your daughter. I would certainly put in a good word for her brother," I smiled. I had no idea how tough alligators could be but I knew about crocodiles and those were some mean mothers in their own right. Still, faced with alligator wrestling or no anal-sex with Barbie Lynn, I was getting a belt, handbag and new shoes, damn it.
The odds of getting Jeff in were long, Victoria barely suffered Heaven being around, and it would take an act of the Southern Baptist Convention to bring in a male to replace me when I was gone.
"It would give your Father another option for Jefferson if you could do this Barbie Lynn," Savannah politely replied.
"That would be great," the kid rejoiced. Yes, he was a fully functioning teenage male.
"Zane can move mountains when he sets his mind to it," Barbie Lynn winked at me. Thomas saw it but was caught off-guard.
"Let me show you my bedroom," Barbie offered her kin. They turned and the women sashayed away while Jeff had an almost run-in with Raven and 'company'. Each woman shot a look over their shoulder and smiled at me at some point along their journey which boded trouble.
"I apologize, Zane," Thomas mumbled. "I thought, deep down, you were weak for submitting to your lusts. Now, I don't, I don't think that anymore."
"Don't sweat it," I smiled. "It is only another day for me ending in y."
"And don't you be forgetting about me, and how tough it has been resisting Zane," Vivian warned the man she was hoping to marry.
"A wife should obey her husband," he started, "and a husband should know when to shut up."
Lunch and what comes after
I dropped Ms. Reveal's lunch off with just enough sassiness to make her smile and believe that our bad episode was behind us. She sent me to the Vice Chancellor's office a minute later, and while Doctor Victoria Scarlett was conversing over the phone, I felt comfortable to set her meal up in front of her and mine across her desk.
Victoria only had this canned ice tea in her mini-frig so I swiped two and set one before her and opened mine. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, it was pretending to be Southern Ice Tea and I pretended to like it. The best thing I could say about it was it was cold. This was our fourth "working" lunch where she would insidiously fill my head with her philosophy and I'd causally remind her that women ran this government, not me; I was a figurehead.
"What are you doing for New Year's Eve?" she inquired as she daintily cleaned off some crouton crumbs on her cheek. Her look was very intense. I wasn't getting 'quite' sexual signs from her but something, somehow this was personal. That could only mean one thing.
"I'm spending it with Ms. Rio Talen but no set location has been chosen," I replied.
"Oh," she paused then, "There is a Science Fiction convention in Seattle that runs from December 29th to through the 1st. My friends and I are attending and Hical asked about you."
"Deal but we have to fit Rio in," I agreed.
"I can send some Universe, TV and movie series and well as costuming information for her to look over," Victoria agreed tentatively.
"No need, she's a Klingon, a small craft captain whose Father betrayed the Empire and whose survival is a stain on her honor," I told her. "With that barely constrained fury, she's a natural. You teach her how to use that bat-a-rang and,"
"Batleth," Victoria interjected.
"Wicked-curved-bladey thing," I continued, "and you'll see. Oh, I'll need an Orion Slave Girl outfit and some green body paint for Mercy and all of her stuff by October 30th, cost is not an object."
"I'll call my outfitter when you leave and I must say you are taking this rather well," Doctor Scarlet noted.
"Why? I had a blast in your office that time," I admitted. "As long as I'm not crawling in, screaming fur-balls, I'm okay. I'll be a human Starfleet Doctor Xeno-biologist who has done surgery on multiple species. A "Doctors Without Borders" kind of guy. I'll get Cordelia to build me an actual tricorder, trust me."
We ate, she asked for my sizes, I gave her Rio's and Mercy's sizes; at the Con we were all 'Next Gen' except Mercy who would be Old School for Halloween. She offered me a chance to be a Borg but since they all looked to be in desperate need of a sun tan, I declined. All in all, it barely took twenty minutes.
"You did a very good job as Mediator this morning," the Vice Chancellor added as I made to leave.
"It is not so rough," I grinned. "WWKSD?"
"Wha, oh," she smiled warmly. "What would King Solomon do, clever."
"Hell, the Bible has a whole book called Judges. This shit ain't so hard," I laughed as I breezed out the door. Ms. Reveal was waiting, as was Heaven.
Heaven had to exert some will to not kiss me on the spot. Christina had lectured us on P D A, public displays of affection, during Homecoming. The more people who knew about us, the more the outcry and the stronger Chancellor's radical decision to keep Heaven on as part as the student body, would be challenged. As it was, our hands would casually brush one another until we got inside my dorm where I chased Heaven up the stairs, pinching her ass every time I caught up.
After entering my code, I gauged Heaven's mood deciding we needed some quiet time; there would be too much traffic over most of the floor, and Heaven being too vocal, to get away with sex; and cuddling would be fine anyway. I caught sight of Rio with one of my Marksmanship team mates, Genesis.
"Hey Zane," Genesis stood up. She was a weird one, going from borderline contempt to grudging respect over the last two weeks. If I didn't know the impossibilities, I'd think she had a boyfriend. "Hope wants everyone at the Amory for an equipment check at seven. We leave at 8:15."
Heaven held my hand tightly.
"Boudoir occopodo," Rio snickered as Genesis made her exit.
Heaven's grip nearly crushed my hand, ouch.
"Babe," I whispered to Heaven, "let me check this out."
I disentangled myself and went for the wall of screens that separated my bedroom area from the rest of the floor.
"Get some popcorn and get ready to sit a spell," Rio joked to Heaven who grumbled. I went around to see who, or whom, were using my room.
Inside was not what I expected. Savannah Belafonte Masters had taken off her top (which was peach) and was rummaging with growing frustration through Barbie Lynn's bra drawer. I saw some grape juice splashed on her beige skirt. She saw me, pulled up her shirt to cover her bra-covered assets while looking a bit fearful and upset.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked softly.
"It is my bedroom," I replied. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"
"But, but Barbie Lynn's stuff is in here," she gasped.
"That would because it is her room too, we sleep together," I answered. That slowed her up for a second. "Can I help you with something?"
"I, I, I spilled juice on my shirt," she began.
"And your skirt," I pointed out."
"Oh no," she choked back a sob. "What am I going to do? I'm a mess and none of Barbie Lynn's bras, shirts, or skirts are going to fit me." I mused over that for a second.
"I've stashed some bra extensions around here somewhere and that should allow for the difference is sizes between you and Barbie," I said. "Now give me your skirt and I'll find a replacement." She hesitated so I added. "I'm not going to molest one of my best friends' mom, Savannah. Give me your skirt and I'll take care of everything." This time she did it, though I had to turn my back.
I padded back out to Rio and Heaven who had just returned with the popcorn.
"Rio, Heaven, I need you to break into Chancellor Bazz' residence and steal a skirt like this," I offered up Savannah's.
"Hell yeah," Rio exulted. "Time for a little Breaking Entry."
"Oh, what the fuck," Heaven shrugged. "Count me in." She gave me a quick kiss and the two miscreants headed out on their nefarious mission. I went back to the bedroom and stumbled into Savannah, now with her bra off, eyeing two of Barbie Lynn's double barreled slingshots. Our eyes locked.
"Right," I spun away. "Bra extensions."
"Zane, do you think I'm attractive?" Barbie Lynn's Mom asked.
When women say that, they can mean three things;
· the truth,
· the lure, or
· the lie.
Some women want to know if you find them attractive. Others want you to find them attractive for nefarious means. Lastly, a few woman want to be reminded that they are beautiful. Savannah was the latter.
"If you are asking me if you are as good looking as Barbie Lynn, Mrs. Masters, I'll have to say no but that's because you are a lady who is fully a woman and Barbie Lynn is still leaving some of the girl behind. There is no comparison. You are both hot," I affirmed.
"I don't know," she sighed. "It is with my husband, then seeing you and Barbie Lynn, in the shower,”
What's wrong with you and your husband, if I may intrude?" I asked.
"He had an accident at work, one of his factories, and he hasn't been the same," she sniffed.
"Do you love him?" I questioned. "Honestly."
"Yes, yes I do," she sighed. "But he's just not there."
"Do me a favor; come over and sit next to me and I promise to be as well behaved as a Montana Miner (hey, it is where my family comes from)," I said as I sat at the foot of the bed. Savannah very, very reluctantly came over and sat at my bed, but I said nothing.
"Yes?" she broke down and inquired finally.
"I want you to laugh," I related to her softly. "Laugh, laugh like you do with small kids."
"But, I'm not sure," she began then I poked her in the ribs. "What?" So I tickled her under her arms. Savannah covered her breasts by mistake so I got some finger in and began making her giggle and squirm.
"Stop it," she gasped for breath, so I rolled onto my side and tickled her other underarm until she finally flailed in surrender.
"See Savannah, I'm not the bad guy," I grinned. "I'm not seducing you because I think you love Barbie Lynn's Dad and you simple need to worry a little bit less, and love yourself a little bit more."
"How do I do that?" she panted.
"I want you to try on some of Barbie Lynn's new clothes and see what you like, and what your husband might like," I suggested. "I'm not asking you to dress like a teenager; but not every day is Sunday school either." Oh God, I was talking clothes therapy to someone's Mother.
"But," she stammered.
"There is a screen right over there," I pointed out, "that you can change behind and the armoire over here has a mirror."
"But I'll be parading around here, in my bra and panties," she worried.
"Well, that's a bonus for me," I shrugged, "but a lady with a body like yours should be wearing bikini's with less material. Look at it that way."
"Well, don't ogle, alright?"
"Sure," I lied. What was I going to say? 'I'll pluck out my eyes?'
After several tentative steps walking to the dresser and looking over her shoulder at me with real worry that I might find her either too attractive or not attractive enough, I gave up. I covered my eyes because they gravitated toward her backside like a plant seeking the sun. A minute later she finally spoke up.
"I can't find anything that I think will fit," she said in desperation. I had the answer to that; I went up and picked out the clothes Barbie Lynn wore to the concert a few weeks back.
"I can't wear this," she gasped in fright.
"Barbie Lynn wore this to a social function," I assured her. "It is perfectly fine and you aren't going to leave here in it, only try it on."
You see, the beauty of this pants/halter top combination was the lacing. I knew it would fit her, but she'd be showing a bit more flesh than Barbie had. She looked mortified when she stepped from behind the screens, and a little better when she saw herself in the mirror. I withheld my comment until she looked at me.
"I'm dressed like a hussy," she stated sadly.
"No; a hussy dresses like that when she goes to the supermarket. A wife wears that around the house to remind her husband he's a man and that she's his woman," Caveman mentality.
Savanna gave her reflection a second, longer glance. This time she took in the sides, and dare I say, her ass. All her curves were smoothed out and pulled tight by the leather.
"My ass looks younger," I caught her whispering to herself.
"My Boobs appear like they are about to bust free," she addressed me once more.
"Yes Ma'am! Yes ma'am, they do," I smirked. "That is the whole purpose of the design of the shirt but I assure you, Barbie Lynn hasn't had one escape yet."
"Oh, that's nice," she went back to looking at herself in the mirror.
"Now there are some nice shirts in there, as well as some, short, skirts," I directed Savannah. She came out in the first shirt, trying to make the buttons hook but they wouldn't. I came off the bed and helped her. That is, I left most of them unbuttoned.
"But they, my husband can see my bra," she worried.
"Mrs. Savannah, that would be the point," I nodded. "Let him get a peek of the bra." We both heard the quiet footfalls and it couldn't be Heaven and Rio back so soon. Savannah froze and I reclined passively on the bed.
"Mom, Zane?" Barbie Lynn gazed back and forth.
"Baby Child," Savannah blathered.
"Wow Mom," Barbie clasped her hands in approval. "The golden shirt with the plum bra is a wonderful combination for you."
See, I trusted Barbie Lynn more than her Mother did.
"I was trying on some clothes and, um, Zane was helping me," Savannah gulped.
"Oh Mom, don't worry about it," Barbie hugged her mother, "Zane sees eight girls getting dressed every morning. He's used to it."
"Oh,” she trailed off. "So he's safe?"
"I'd never say that," Barbie Lynn glanced back my way and licked her lips. "But he's a good friend and I think that's more important. Let's try on this next; the black leather will look good with the knee boots."
It continued like this for a while. Rio and Heaven slinked back in with the now rather redundant set of conservative attire. We retreated to the head of the bead with Heaven snuggling next to me and Rio right beside her. Heaven and I shared a pillow, on our laps.
"Do you think they have any idea that we're all bi-sexual," Heaven whispered as Barbie Lynn was prying Savannah into a red bustier.
"Momma Mia," Rio hissed. "Those are some mounds. Big fluffy mounds."
"Seriously," Heaven nudged us both, "I'm going to need a blowjob if this goes on much longer." I moved my hand behind Heaven, worked it up her skirt and up against her panties until I was giving her bunghole quite a workout.
"Fine," Heaven ground out. "You can fuck me but I'm coming all over the sheets damn it."
"What was that?" Savannah called out. "Do you think this is too much?"
"Oh no Mrs. Masters," Heaven gulped. "If I wasn't totally into guys I would think you look, delicious."
"Why thank you Ms. Vickers," Savannah smiled.
"And if I wasn't totally into guys I'd have you chained to this bed and be ripping your clothes off right now," Rio added gleefully.
"Oh, huh, thank you?" Savanna responded more cautiously.
When Barbie Lynn, now totally torturing us, convinced her mother to wear a thong and a short skirt something had to be done. I reclined sidewise on the bed while Heaven built a pillow fort behind me and Rio dove under the covers to suck my feisty transvestite off. It was a half-assed endeavor and a minor miracle that nothing went wrong.
Finally Heaven yanked my shoulder back and took a big bite out of it. I could hear Rio slurping up Heaven's cum and prayed the others couldn't.
Is everything okay?" Barbie Lynn called out.
"Heaven's got a muscle cramp but we are working it out," I fibbed.
Second later, Rio's tussled head reappeared and she punched Heaven in the ribs.
"Shit Bitch," Rio scooped up some errant semen with her finger, "Have you been holding that up all week long. You nearly choked me."
"Why don't you come by every morning and we can work out an installment plan?" Heaven shot back quietly.
Regrettably, Savannah noticed our, acquisitions and reluctantly put them on but I caught sight of her running her hand over some of the racier things left lying around before she and Barbie Lynn left. I had barely gotten outside with Heaven and Rio, to see if I was needed, when a squeal manifested right behind my ear and a body slammed into me, bowling me over.
Paige
"Lover!" Paige greeted me. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Zane."
Now, I was on my back, on the floor with Paige in my arms and with her skirt flapping far, far too up her ass when darkness descended on my world. It took me a moment to realize that the two Joten (Norse giants), standing behind the sofa were her parents, they were freaking huge! Her Dad alone looked like he played two simultaneous positions on an NFL team.
Paige's Mother was dainty, only in comparison to her husband. Not that she's fat, oh no, this woman was simply big boned and brawny. I had to ask myself: what happened genetically?
"Zane, I want you to meet my parents," Paige studied my face.
"Sure," my smile wasn't too forced, "but you have to remember to give me a kiss for luck, for tomorrow's match."
We rose up and my arm easily wrapped around Paige's waist. Mom and Dad seemed guarded and wary.
"What game do you have tomorrow?" the Dad, Roger; finally asked.
"Marksmanship Sir. I'm the spotter to the team captain, Hope Song," I smiled. "I'm Zane Braxton, by the way." I can do this. I mean, how many other girls here think they have their hooks in me?
"We have the impression that you and our daughter are, romantically involved," her Mom asked me. It was the way she stated it in disbelief that astounded me and pissed me off, as if a big healthy strapping guy like me would choose their 'flawed' daughter.
"Paige is an upperclassmen so mainly we hook up for the hours of hot sex," I pulled her close.
"Come here, you," I turned and looked down at Paige she pushed up and kissed me deeply.
"What are you doing with my daughter?" Roger rumbled.
"I'm kissing my lady," I smiled at him, "What does it look like I'm doing Sir?"
"I don't know what you think you are going to get out of this," he snarled.
"Paige," I addressed the sultry albino who was all but humping my leg at this point, "what do I get out of your relationship?"
"Hot steamy White Russian sex," she purred in a Russian accent. Yes, this side of 'poor pitiful Paige' was new to her parents.
"But our daughter can't," the Mom stumbled verbally.
"Oh yeah, and I'm taking Paige with me on a cross country motorcycle trip this summer," I kept grinning. "I hope you don't mind, she's our computer tech and back-up bar bouncer." Maybe the bar-bouncer bit was too much.
"She'll get hurt," Roger sputtered.
"Ah, I bleed more than she does and there will be a dozen of us; so if she kicks someone's ass and ends up in jail we'll be able to bail her out," I kissed Paige's forehead.
"Baby, Paige," Roger muttered softly. "How about we talk about this?"
"Sure thing, Daddy," Paige agreed. "Zane, I'll catch up with you before you head out for the tournament." I swatted her ass, in full view of her parents, which Paige loved. She sauntered off like a woman victorious.
"You are such an idiot," Rio snickered in my ear. "That girl is a nut-bag and you are feeding her dynamite."
"Speaking of feeding someone some dynamite," Heaven took my hand.
"No one seems to need me at the moment," I squeezed her hand back. "Let's run for it!" and we raced for the bedroom like lovers possessed.
Heaven
I lay between Heaven's legs, her thighs arching up against my own. She wiggled her hips against me and her cock against stomach. I bit down at her nose but she laughed and turned her face away so I nipped her proffered neck instead.
"Oh," she gasped. To show me how much she liked it, she rotated her hips, rubbing my cock around inside her.
"My Honey likes?" I teased.
"You know I do you bastard," she panted. "Nice, slow and hard."
I withdrew my cock and then eased it back into her depths. Heaven hisses out her pleasure and with her hands on my shoulders she pulls me in tight.
"God, I love you," she whispered to me.
"I love the woman grinding up against me too, Heaven," I smiled to her. She hiccupped in passion then began thrusting harder up against me until I could feel her ready to erupt. I took hold of her shoulders and begun pounding her in sympathetic penetrations.
"God Damn!" she seethed into my collarbone. Dampness flushed up my stomach and onto my chest to the very edge of my neck. Face to face sex really appealed to Heaven and she was really shooting off hard because of it. I slowed down; I hadn't ejaculated yet but I didn't want to wear her down while I worked up to it.
"Oh no you don't," Heaven gasped. "I, I know what you want," she giggled weakly. Heaven struggled against my hold.
"You don't have to," I said softly.
"I want to you dummy," she kissed me. "Now let go and I'll roll over."
"No, let me," I related before I leaned in for a French Kiss full of need. She gave one more surge of defiance then relaxed. Then I shifted my arm down until I reached the back of her left knee. I pushed it up until she passed my hip. Heaven was glowing with anticipation. I was folding her up and then I was going to pound her thoroughly and fully.
Heaven brought up her right leg all on her own but the real gift was the way she arched her back in ecstasy when I bottomed out in her with all the muscle power I could muster. We held eye contact as I drove into her time and time again. A tear escaped her eye and scarred her cheek.
"Babe?" I worried and slowed down.
"I'm happy Zane," she breathed deeply. "Happy." I resumed my energy and the very essence she was lending me set me off by surprise.
"Oh God," I gasped and gave her my seed. Heaven bit her lower lip as I sizzled up her rectum with my hot semen. A smile must have etched my features because Heaven became quizzical.
"What are you thinking about, Lover?" she asked softly.
"I think I've had the best homecoming ever," I answered. It took her a second to get it.
"You can keep coming home as often as you want," Heaven licked her lips and bucked her luscious ass against my still rigid rod.
Brandi
Hand in hand, Heaven and I had barely exited my bedroom when Brandi came rushing up with a girl in hand.
"Hey!" she beamed. "This is my sister, March; and she's coming here next year. I wanted her to meet you, Zane."
How bad could this be? I squeezed Heaven's hand.
"Hello March, this is Heaven Vickers, my girlfriend," I shook March's hand with my free limb.
"Hey Zane," March said shyly then, "Brandi says you do things, with lots of girls here?"
"See how Heaven is smiling," Brandi whispered to her sister like some conspirator. "He makes me smile just like she is."
Well, I had to think, not exactly like I do with you.
"Brandi, what did you tell her?" Heaven intervened.
"I told her," the two giggled, "that he's magic with his fingers and tongue; and he'll do all the things, to her."
"You pimped Zane out?" Heaven snickered.
"It, it isn't like that," Brandi back-pedaled. "I sent her a link to his website and told her to hide it from Mom and Dad."
"And Brandi says we can have sex here with you, and God won't hold it against us," March piped up. I had to go 'What the Hell?' I give out dispensations from God? He really ought to tell me these things.
"I wouldn't go that far," I got out.
"Oh, being with Zane is a spiritual experience," Heaven snickered. "Ten minutes ago I swear I was seeing Angels." I wanted to stomp on her toes because March seemed to be buying it.
"Are you a virgin?" March whispered to Heaven.
"I swear on the Bible that Zane's never penetrated my cunt," Heaven raised up her hand to God.
"Did he, you know, the other way?" Brandi leaned in expectantly.
"Until I cried tears of joy," Heaven teased her right back. I really wanted to stomp on Heaven's foot.
"What other way?" March joined the conversation.
"You know, like Barbie Lynn," Brandi giggled to her sister. Oh fuck.
"Didn't it hurt?" March sounded concerned.
"Oh no," Heaven stroked March's arm. "He's slow and gentle."
"Okay; fun conversation!" I declared. "I see someone who wants to kill me. March, you are a beautiful young lady with an exceptional sister and I'll see you next year." I stormed deeper into my apartment only to hear.
"Look at that ass go," Heaven sighed.
"Yeah," Brandi murmured. "Those pants are so tight. They are hot!”
Cappadocia
Rio was getting downright mopey when we headed for dinner. As we were going in, I spotted Cappadocia and what had to be her little brother, mother and father. I wasn't sure if she wanted to have me meet the folks so I tried to quietly move passed.
"Zane," she turned and called out. I deviated my path and went over. Rio tagged along.
"Hello Cappadocia, Mr. and Mrs. Davis and, um, young man," I greeted them.
"Tobias," the young guy offered his hand and I shook it.
"This is my good friend Rio Talon," I brought her forward. Mr. Davis stepped up and shook my hand next. His grip was stronger than needed in that alpha male style.
"It is good to meet you Mr. Braxton. My little girl says you are a promising candidate on the new to the first squad," he grinned smugly.
"Well, Cappy would know, she's Team Captain and I'm sure she'll be Captain next year when she'll get to decide if I stay on First Team," I tried to be nice.
"So does it feel bad to be beaten up by girls?" he joked.
"Well, if I ever get beaten up by a girl I'll let you know," I gave him my best steely grin. "Here I get beaten up by women, really tough women." That brought the big guy up short.
"Oh well, my daughters a real fighter alright," he stammered.
"I believe you, she's knocked me unconscious once, in a practice session. She laid me out cold for about a minute," I enlightened him.
"Zane knocked Coach Gorman down Father," Cappy came to my defense, "and took down three men who threatened some girls once."
"You girls shouldn't be leaving campus," her mother chimed in.
"Mother, we go out in groups and we are just fine," Cappy insisted.
"Are you responsible for this new attitude?" the Dad asked.
"Sir, I'm one freshmen in a school of 900 women," I shrugged. "The fearlessness was here before I ever arrived. It will be here long after I'm gone. I belief the unofficial motto for the Karate program is 'I kick ass for the Lord'," I sort of lied. Cappy said it and she smiled slightly the hear me repeat it.
"Yes," he muttered, "we want our girls to be strong in their faith for the Lord. It is good to see Cappadocia having a vibrant faith."
"Oh, I've seen Cappadocia vibrant," I smirked her way. She restrained herself from hauling me off and punching me because our act of vibrancy had everything to do with sex and nothing that she wanted to tell her parents.
Her dad missed it, her young brother wasn't even paying attention but her mother caught our undercurrent. A smirk creased her face as she looked the two of us over.
"Cappy dear, you to practice safety when you spar, don't you?" she cautioned her daughter.
"Yes Momma," Cappy gave a sly smile of her own, "I'm always careful, even when I have Zane down on the mat."
"As long as you keep control of the situation," the Mother nodded.
"You keep winning Girl," the Dad rejoined the conversation, "because you have one more year of playing around then you need to find a job and let God give you a husband." Cappy didn't flinch but I knew how hard she struggled for the team and having it disregarded by someone who meant so much to her.
"Maybe Cappadocia can either compete on a National level or train students when she goes home," I offered.
"She's real hardcore," Rio added. "No one trains as hard as she does and the other girls know it. Hell, when I first met her I thought she was some Inner City Gangsta Chick, she was such a bad ass."
There was my girl Rio, the Conversation Killer. Sure, Cappy was African-American but that never came up with us. As I recalled, she came from a moderately-sized town outside Atlanta Georgia.
"What?" the father darkened.
"Rio," I tried to pull her away.
"No," Rio growled. "Listen buddy," she poked the man in the chest. "Your daughter is an athlete and a damn fine one. If she was a he and in football you'd want him to try for the NFL so why are you treating your daughter any different?"
"I don't think you know what you are saying young lady," Cappy's father stated angrily. "Maybe I should have a word or two with your father."
"My father is a self-righteous self-serving asshole," Rio began before I started dragging her away, "and he knows I'd kick his ass if he treated me this way!" she finished screaming at him.
"Whoa Rio," I calmed her. "The truth is only going to rub that situation raw."
"Cappy deserves more than that," Rio spat.
"Face it, you are channeling some Mercy into this Bro," I said. "She'll be okay and back in your arms come Sunday. Cappy is tougher than her father knows."
"You hope so!" she groused. "I swear, with some of these bitches, they are perfect bright and confident then you roll a man around and out go the lights, nobody's home."
"Then we'll have to find a way to set them on fire so the light never goes out," I suggested. "Face it, you are the schools premier pyromaniac."
"That I am," Rio grumbled. "I'll find a way to burn this shit up."
Opal
"Hey you two," Opal greeted Rio and I as we started eating diner. "What's wrong, Rio?"
"Plotting the end of male domination of the Western World," Rio grinned wickedly.
"Is there something I need to know," Opal looked from one of us to the other as she sat at my side. "Are we mounting a rescue mission for Mercy?"
"Mercy?" Rio said suspiciously.
"Sure," Opal sampled her fare, "give the word and I'll get six or seven girls together for a run at her family if you need it." Rio stared at her for a second.
"Why would you?" Rio asked suspiciously.
"A lot of us like her since she came over to our side," Opal grinned, "and she keeps you in line, most of the time."
"Just to keep things straight," Rio sneered. "I keep her in line damn it."
"Oh please," Opal rolled her eyes, "one little whimper and a look from those soulful eyes and off to the bedroom you two go."
"Gurrr, as long as everyone knows that she's mine," Rio was now embarrassed.
"And that's why we would come to help you, Rio," Opal gobbled a quick bite. I tried not to laugh.
"Zane," Rio pointed her fork at me, "if you are trying to tell me I have friends, I'll bleed you like a little bitch."
"Who me?" I grinned. "Perish the thought that anyone likes you or considers you 'user-friendly'."
"I'm the soul of friendliness, fuck you," she snipped then smirked at me.
"Opal, Rio met Cappy's dad and that didn't go well," I enlightened my shower buddy.
"What went wrong?" Opal sighed. With Rio, you never knew.
"It is the whole bullshit of get your degree, go home, get married and start pumping out babies because that's some twisted vision of God's will," Rio stated angrily.
"Most of the girls here are like that Rio," Opal responded. "Now hold on, they want to get married but we can certainly help them find the right guy and not some bum foisted on them by their families."
"Opal, that's positively human of you," Rio wondered.
"I was the bad girl before you two arrived," Opal snickered. "I wasn't in your league but I had radical thoughts."
"The first day in the shower showed me as much," I confessed.
"Well, that first body wash confirmed you weren't a girl," Opal bumped my hip with hers. "With Rio, well, it took us a while to figure out she wasn't a guy with a really small cock." Rio reached across me and smacked Opal.
"My desire to be in the driver's seat doesn't make me a guy," Rio griped.
"You are only the second person on this campus to have a girlfriend Rio," Opal rubbed her shoulder. "Give us a chance to adjust."
"Adjust? I'm hoping for some conversions," Rio quipped.
"Okay then, what are you doing tonight? Brigit and I are at loose ends," Opal offered.
Rio stopped eating and looked over at Opal.
"Sure, but the first one to suggest a pillow fight or that we paint our nails gets an attitude adjustment," Rio demanded.
"I can hear Brigit's quim quivering already," Opal leered. "It's a date."
Raven, and Paige again
We had packed the last of our firearms away in the van modified to be a secure courier when the families in attendance and some of the other students gather around the bus. I spotted Raven hanging back with an older woman who was a bit heavier than she was. I walked over to make sure she was okay.
"Hey Raven," I slipped past her guard and gave her a hug. She tensed up and muttered something.
"What?" I wondered.
"This is my mother, Carol," Raven said softly. She kept looking down at the ground.
"It is nice to meet you Mr. Braxton," Carol greeted me. She seemed to be studying me intently as if she was expecting something from me.
"It is nice to meet you to Ma'am," I grinned. "Raven is a really good friend to me and I couldn't be doing as well in English without her."
"Do you and my daughter have a close relationship?" she pried. I could feel Raven start to fold up next to me in embarrassment.
"I don't know what you mean?" I inquired.
"Mom, we are just friends," Raven said sadly. Oh, now I thought I understood.
"Mrs., Raven's Mom, Carol, please understand that being the only male in such a large female student body, several girls put all kinds of pressures on me," I began. "Your daughter is unique in that she treats me like a student first and that she truly helps me get by. If I couldn't touch base with her from time to time I might go nuts."
"Oh," the Mom sounded somewhat disappointed.
"Raven, how many girls have you helped me get away from?" I tried a different angle.
"I, Paige, oh God Paige," Raven rumbled then, "and Barbie Lynn, and Rio and that girl Iona."
"You really do help him with other girls?" Carol sounded surprised.
"Yes Mom," Raven perked up. "Girls are always swarming around Zane, they won't let him study unless I'm around." Not totally the truth but hey.
"I hope you understand that my daughter thinks a great deal of you," Carol drilled me with her over-productive Momma eyes.
"The feeling is mutual," I nodded. The bus's horn beeped, it was time for us to board. "Raven, give me a kiss for luck at the meet?" Raven looked shocked but reached up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek. I reciprocated the gesture and turned to leave. I had made it half way when I got blindsided and staggered.
Several kisses smothered my face.
"Hey Lover," Paige panted. "Good luck shooting shit and taking names."
"I'm a spotter Paige. I don't actually shoot things," I clarified.
"Good," she purred then stroked my cock. "Save more of that for me."
"Who is that?" I heard Carol ask her daughter.
"That's Paige," Raven growled with menace. Yeah, lots of love there.
"Zane," Hope said evenly. We were ready to go. I gave Paige one more kiss and a squeeze on her ass then slipped passed Hope and got on the bus.
Hope got on after me and Gorman started up the bus.
"Well, that's not a send-off I'm used to," Genesis chuckled over Paige and I.
"If it breaks his concentration, it won't be the only thing I'm sending off," Hope informed the bus to even more chuckles. Hell, it's a gun club; a bit of bloodthirstiness was to be expected.
Working Past Homecoming.
As Rio and I pulled into the driveway of my house, I noted both the progress Aunt Jill's contractors were making on the extension being built to shelter the motorcycles that were now hanging out at the place and their number. I also saw a bike that I didn't recognize with a brazen gang emblem on the saddle bags, Stormrider's, not Valarie's.
Rio was still sulking over Mercy being with her parents. It was Saturday night so she had less than a day to go before Homecoming ended and Fall Break began. The hope was that Mercy could convince her parents she was required to stay on campus for the week school was out. Considering what her family patriarch thought of women's opinions, we didn't think she had a prayer.
"A lot of bikes," Rio noted. "I don't care what Jill says, I'm grabbing a few beers."
"Don't run around the front yard naked or swing from the rafters and we'll do fine," I joked. I wasn't going to fight Rio on this, I was preparing for a hung-over Rio at Church in the morning.
We heard laughter as we stepped onto the porch. I swung the door open and announced us.
"Jill, it's me and Rio," I said. The laughter died down and I heard footsteps coming my way.
Jill and I met at the entry to the living room. We hugged, kissed and then she showed us in. Belle and Willa were regulars and Valarie was expected. The ginger-haired woman with a beer and a smile was unknown to me, though.
"Zane, Rio, this is Fontana Palmer, Valarie's mother," Jill introduced us.
"How's the leg, Old Lady?" Rio grinned. That's Rio for you. Fontana turned to Valarie.
"You were right, you can't go ten minutes without wanting to punch her," she chuckled.
"I got it for you," Belle hopped up. Rio, in her foul mood, was ready to get in a scrap right then and there but I knew that was plain stupid.
"Come on, Belle," I intervened. "GF problems."
"Yours or hers?" Belle hesitated.
"Hers," I answered. Belle leaned past me and looked seriously at Rio.
"Mercy's in trouble?" Belle sounded concerned. Willa half-turned on the sofa to get a better view of things.
"She's with her," Rio bit down on the expletive for Jill's sake, "parents."
"Ah, what a bitch," Belle moved past me and led Rio to the sofa. "Isn't it great when the folks decide that you aren't good enough for their little pride and joy? Been there, done that."
Belle handed Rio her beer then looked back at me.
"Zane, two more beers," she ordered.
"Hi, Zane," I mocked myself, "Glad to have you back. How did the match go?"
"It is good to have you back, Zane," Jill touched my arm. "How did the match go?"
"What was the match in?" Fontana inquired.
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Palmer," I corrected my rudeness.
"He was in a marksmanship competition," Valarie jumped in. "How did you and Hope do?"
"Hope took top spot but it was close," I informed them. "The number two guy came in .02 points behind and third was .08. The team took third place." All I have to say is those two guys scared the crap out of me. Apparently they shoot moose with .22's in their spare time or some shit like that.
"Congratulations, Zane," Willa grinned. The room followed suit, except for Rio. I motioned Jill to return to her chair and made for the stairs.
"Beers, bitch," Belle teased me. "Sorry, Jill, beers, Punk." I opted to not make a scene so I dropped my bag, went to the fridge, and got two beers.
By the time I got back, Rio had buried her first beer and grabbed for her second. Belle took hers and winked.
"What? No tip?" I wondered.
"Oh, what were you expecting?" Belle tilted back her head.
I ran a hand through her hair, leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Our tongues darted forth, then danced back and forth within our mouths. I put a hand on her shoulder then let it migrate down to her breast. I squeezed it gently and Belle moaned. I broke the kiss and smiled at her.
"That'll do," I chuckled. Belle's eyes were alight and she was smiling as well.
Jill was looking into the fireplace and blushing, Rio was blasé, working through her beer, but the other three women were staring at me.
"Beer, Zane," Valarie leered. Fontana, far from being protective, patted her daughter on the shoulder.
"Oh, hell no," I waved off. "I was crawling through the woods all morning then spent the rest of the day riding in a bus with other smelly athletes. I'm putting my bag in my room and taking a shower."
"Are you sure you know what to do showering alone?" Valarie called after me. Bitch.
The first thing I noted was that someone had been sleeping in my bed. My money was on Fontana. I'd deal with that later but at the moment, all I wanted to do was get clean. As the hot water scalded away the grime and sweat I thought happy thoughts about Hope. She hadn't complimented me but she hadn't a bad thing to say about my performance either.
In a way I felt 'in the zone'. I caught the range, slope and wind changes like a pro and I thought her score showed it. I knew she wanted the team to do better but with the youth of the squad, coming in third out of a field of twelve felt good to me. For Hope, nothing short of first would do.
By the time I got downstairs, I was shirtless, wearing gym shorts, and drying my hair with a towel. The group had migrated to the den, the TV was on, and the conversation was muted. Jill's look told me I should have put on more clothes. I only wanted to unwind. The looks the other women were giving me were far less motherly.
I groaned, shook my head and went to the kitchen for some OJ. When I returned, I looked around for a seat and decided to sit down at Jill's feet. She leaned forward and patted my shoulder. That was fine. Valarie and her mother constantly stealing my glances my way was less so.
Rio was nursing a beer and her hurt feelings, Belle was running her hand through Rio's hair in a strangely comforting gesture, and Willa seemed amused by the whole affair. At the commercial break, Fontana stood up.
"Zane, can I talk to you alone for a minute, outside," she requested.
"Sure," I half stood then, "Wait, does this involve me and pain?" She snorted mirthfully.
"No," she smirked. "If you behave I won't hurt you too much."
"Go on, you wuss," Rio teased. "It isn't like you've despoiled her daughter or anything."
"But I didn't," I explained desperately.
"That's right," Willa joked. "It isn't like you two have rolled around in that, it's not a bed. What is it?"
"It is a sleeping platform," I mumbled. "I got tired of girls taking a header off my bed."
"That's awful considerate of you," Fontana smiled warmly. "A moment, please."
I followed her into the hall, then reluctantly outside to the porch. I was wearing shorts and it was cold so I folded my arms to conserve some warmth. Fontana moved a few more steps down the porch, turned, and looked me over.
"Zane, thank you for being a good friend to Valarie," Fontana began.
That wasn't what I was expecting to hear.
"Umm, okay," I responded.
"See," Fontana went on, "when her father forced this on her to make her into his mold of what a good Christian woman should be, I was afraid the experience would leave her bitter."
"Why is she doing this anyway?" I asked. "She's eighteen and can make her own choices."
"Oh," Fontana mused thoughtfully. She paced back and forth once. "She likes you so much I assumed she told you." She paused for a moment. "After my problem with the law, my ex threatened to keep my other two daughters from me unless Valarie came to FFU."
"Oh, the fuck you say," I growled. My arms came down and I balled up my fists. "Listen, I know a pretty good lawyer if you want someone to have another go at your case, or I can shove his head down a toilet until he changes his mind." Fontana laughed.
"No, you are doing enough. Stormriders take care of themselves most of the time but it's good to have friends too," Fontana smiled.
"Valarie is having a great time at school. She likes the girls she's met, well, some of them, and she's happy that so many are heading out our way over the summer," Fontana went on. "She's very proud."
"I would have never guessed," I replied sarcastically.
"No, really," Fontana faked her surprise well. "I know she hides it well but she's really proud of where she comes from. Honest." She paused again. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure," I shrugged.
"Why haven't you and my daughter hooked up? She won't tell me," Fontana questioned.
"I'm not sure," I worked out. "I've never pressed her. She may not like having sex with the eternal audience that hovers around me. Maybe she's respectful of all the other women in my life right now. All those answers sound plausible."
"Ha," Fontana laughed. "Stormriders aren't exactly bashful. She says your girlfriend, Heaven, shares but I think she really likes you because you aren't hitting on her."
"She likes me because I respect her boundaries? Oh, Gawd," I groaned. "At times I really wish I was an asshole. As it is, I'm afraid that one day my cock is going to fall off." Fontana walked up, patted my crotch.
"That would be a pity," she whispered into my ear before heading inside.
Because I Must Secretly Abhor a Good Night's Sleep
Later that evening
At school, I slept on a contraption that easily slept twelve and was often occupied by eight. I go home so I can sleep, on the sofa? See, Valarie and her mom were in my room, they were guests after all. In the prepared guest room, now Belle's room, Willa and Belle had crashed out. We had three other rooms upstairs but Jill hadn't gotten around into making anything of them.
Rio was supposed to join Valarie and Fontana in my bed but somewhere between the 12 and 20 beers she and Belle were sharing; Rio decided to grab a throw pillow, curl up on the floor and pass out/go to sleep. An effort to rouse her failed so I put a quilt over her and let her sleep it off. After 11:00 Jill went upstairs and the rest followed her to bed. I put a few logs on the fire and laid down to sleep on the sofa.
I couldn't have been asleep more than an hour when I felt something nudge my hip. I looked up to see Fontana's ass pressed against my side, her looking down into my eyes. Fontana was beautiful but in a hard, flinty way. She was mature but compact, like a she-wolf with little padding or softness to her.
Her long ginger hair was pulled back in a ponytail though her bangs were hanging loose. She wore a tight grey t-shirt that said 'Eyes Up!' that highlighted her breasts. Sure, a bit of a sag in her 36C's but very nice. The shirt only came halfway down her belly, fully exposing her bright red bikini brief panties to my gaze.
Her eyes were the same blue as Valarie's and danced in the fading fire's light. There were lines around her eyes and her face was weathered but strong. I could have stupidly asked what she wanted but, hey, she was sitting next to me, dressed like that after 'lights out'. I propped my upper body with my right elbow while reaching out with my left and cupping her right cheek.
As I drew her to me, Fontana twisted her body around so that she straddled me. I had to scoot my body toward the edge to give her knee room to settle down. She kissed me with a steady intensity that slowly pushed my head back to my pillow.
"Man, you are easy," she breathed playfully after we broke a long embrace.
"I thought I'd have to explain myself or some other shit like that," she added.
"If there's anything else I need to know, you'll tell me," I said softly as I brushed her bangs aside. "I figure Valarie already knows you are down here."
"Oh, yeah," she laughed. Rio stirred on the floor.
"Some chick named Leigh crawled through your window," Fontana whispered.
"Oh, sorry about that," I muttered.
"That's okay," Fontana grinned. "Val sent her over to Belle's room." Oh, yeah, there was going to be some feedback on that; feeding a sorority/college chick to Belle in the middle of the night.
I had to go get Leigh, eventually. I didn't want to be rude to Fontana, though. I put both hands to the side of Fontana's head and pulled her back into a deep French kiss. We hummed and moaned for several minutes, doing nothing more than twisting our tongues and saliva back and forth.
When Fontana finally came back up for air, she was really smiling.
"You don't just fuck a girl, do you?" she snickered. "This is nice, but I still want to get fucked." She began grinding her crotch against me so I decided to move things along. I let my arms gently drop down her front, fondling her breasts briefly before moving down to her panties.
Being subtle, I put two of my fingers from each hand inside her panties and worked them down the miniscule distance allowed by her legs being spread to either side of me. Fontana chuckled, dismounted and shimmied out of her underwear. I threw off my blanket lickety-split and yanked/pulled/kicked off my shorts.
Fontana remounted me slowly, letting me drink in the beauty of her body. My cock was lying flat against my stomach as she settled her labia against the base of my shaft. I put my hands on her hips and began to rock her back and forth over my rod. Fontana placed her palms on my shoulders as she leaned forward. This allowed me to migrate my hands back to her ass cheeks.
"Ass man?" she teased.
"I like sexy," I rolled my hips beneath her, "and you are definitely that and more."
"Flatterer," she huffed playfully.
"Bullshit," I challenged her. "When was the last time you went home alone when you didn't want to?"
"You think I get picked up in bars?" she mused.
"You are more of the hunter than the prey," I countered.
"Good boy," she grinned.
"I hang out with dangerous women all the time," I grinned back. "I have to be good on my feet."
Fontana was moving back and forth rapidly and her vaginal fluids began to make both of us slick. By the uptake in her breathing, I could tell she was aroused. To prove it, she propped up on one knee, took my cock in her hand and aimed it at her cunt. She played with it along her slit, getting it extra wet.
A guttural growl escaped her lips as my cockhead pierced her lips and began to penetrate her. Now, Fontana wasn't a tight fit, in fact, she was rather loose but not uncomfortably so. She more than compensated by exhibiting extraordinary vaginal muscle control and soon was sucking my cock in.
"Oh, yeah," she exhaled as her cunt ground all the way down. She kept her eyes on me, pleased with herself and my reactions to her machinations. Fontana began bending forward then pushing up. This brought her tits back into my focus. Her shirt was so tight they didn't move much but that only made them more enticing to me.
I gave her ass one playful slap before making a move on her breasts. The spanking earned me an arched eyebrow and a smirk. Fontana certainly didn't stop me from massaging her breasts. She even moved her hands to the back of her hips so that her chest was thrust forward. I followed that move by pushing up with one arm. My lips latched onto her left breast while my hand clutched her right one.
Suckling on her nipple through her shirt was tough going. Fontana had mercy on me. She took her shirt and began lifting it up in slow, tantalizing bits. She was playing me like a pro and I loved it. When she got to the swell of her breast, I lowered my head down and began running my tongue along the base, sweet with her sweat.
Fontana showed her approval by keeping her shirt there for some time. I could have pushed my hand beneath the shirt but I didn't. I wanted her to give it to me. She finally did give me her exposed breast and I dove straight on her pinky-sized nipple, sucked on it, and bit down lightly. Fontana jolted and hissed out but also pressed her tit harder into my mouth.
"Someone trained you well," Fontana purred. I mumbled something. "What was that?"
"Several somebodies," I clarified, then smacked back onto her tit. I didn't use my teeth again, keeping it sensual and compassionate without being rough. Fontana was encouraging my efforts so I felt I was doing well.
She finished working her shirt off. She cupped the breast I was suckling on so I could play with more of it. Her right hand reached down and touched my face. Fontana traced along my temple, to my cheek, and finally to my lips. She pressed two fingers between my lips and I sucked them in, letting my tongue play with the tips of her fingers along with the nipple.
The effect got Fontana huffing like a steam engine. Her thrusts down on me became stronger but more erratic until she erupted in a primal scream. Poor Jill.
"Aie!" she went off. Fontana's vaginal muscles spasmed around my cock while fluids sloshed down onto my crotch, down my ass, and onto the sofa cushions.
"Fuck it all," Fontana heaved breathlessly. "Too bad you are a millionaire playboy. You'd make a great bitch on the back of my bike."
"I was thinking the same thing," I panted.
"Really?" she eyed me skeptically.
"Yeah, you would make one hell of a personal secretary in my office," I snickered.
"Oh, you bastard," she laughed, before drawing me into a kiss. We fell back onto the cushions, making my hold on her breasts a bit difficult. I let my restless hands roam back to her ass and grabbed each taut cheek. She had a really hard, muscular ass with just enough play to be fun.
Fontana wiggled her hips between light kisses to my lips and nose.
"Somehow, something big and hard has gotten inside me," she teased. "What are we going to do about that?"
"Well, you wanted me to be the bitch on the back of your bike so let me get behind you so you can find out what it would be like," I dared her.
Fontana didn't say anything for the longest second.
"Don't get carried away back there," she warned me. "I'll let you know if I want any kind of 'special treatment'." Okay, no ass sex. Fontana wiggled her hips as she rose up off my cock until it slapped down on my stomach.
I pulled my knees up and Fontana turned around and went down on all fours on the other end of the sofa. Yeah, that was a magnificently sculpted ass. I moved behind her, pushing her right knee forward so I could kneel behind her with my right leg straddling hers. Then it was only a matter of lining my cock with her cunt and sliding it in.
She murmured happily as my rod twitched and penetrated inside her. I made a few strokes in as she gently pushed back against me. Once we had our rhythm, I leaned onto her back and began playing with her breasts once more. It was a slow, casual love-making; neither one of us was in a hurry.
Fontana began dipping her back down then thrust up as she contracted her cunt around my shaft and cockhead.
"Oh, God," I groaned as she built up the pressure on me.
"That's what you get for playing nice," Fontana purred.
"I thought you might enjoy a nice, slow screw," I ground out as my balls tightened.
"Oh, I do, but I'd like to get some sleep too, Zane," she lustfully taunted me. I sat back up and placed my hand on her hips. Then I began picking up the pace, the wet slapping sound beginning to echo around the room. Fontana grunted as I pounded her, her ass and thighs absorbing much of my impact.
"Cu-, cumming," I warned her. Fontana went from her hands to her elbows to maximize penetration.
"I'm ready, Honey," she huffed. "You can give me all you've got." It wasn't what she said but the way she said it that set me off.
I was ejaculating before I knew it. I slammed my cock as far into her as I could while my semen shot out. Every time a strand of my seed painted Fontana's womb, she let out little 'ahs' until I was done. Even then, I held her tight until my cock began to deflate. I fell back on my heels and Fontana shifted so that she was lying on her side and looking back at me.
"Happy?" she quizzed me.
"Oh, yeah," I exhaled happily. "You?"
"Honestly, I expected to get hammered, but I liked this more," Fontana smiled. "It was nice to know you weren't simply fucking some biker slut."
"Oh, hell no," I chuckled. "If I did that, the line for my ass kicking would go around the corner and Belle would head it up." Fontana's response was musical.
"Valarie said you live under the constant threat of girls beating you up," she teased.
"You think you've beaten my ass tonight?" I crawled toward her hungrily.
"Nope," Fontana waved me off. "I'm willing to call this one a draw. You came, I came; we are even."
"But I want to end up on top," I growled. Fontana rolled onto her back and let me part her legs and poise my body above hers.
"You are going to be loads of fun this summer," she sighed as I slipped my hardening cock into her once more. "Loads of fun." That's right, if I couldn't hook up with Valarie's mom this summer, I could always get together with one of her friends in one of the Southwest's women's correction facilities. I understood that I was popular in prison.
Belle, Leigh and Willa, oh, what the hell am I doing?
I let Fontana go upstairs first while I cleaned up in the downstairs bathroom. I snuck back to the sofa, got dressed, and dropped down beside the snoozing Rio. I kissed her on the top of her head, she's my best friend after all. Then I kissed her on the ear and she lazily swatted me away.
"Bad little piggy," she mumbled. She thought I was Mercy.
I was hoping she was having happy dreams; she deserved them. I was still a long way from my own sleepy time. I had to go save/retrieve Leigh from Belle. Personally, I liked Belle, but she really didn't like most college kids and expressed that in a very aggressive style. I padded upstairs to Belle's door, heard a muted buzzing from within, and knocked softly.
I heard someone get out of bed and come to the door. Willa initially eyed me cautiously but smiled when she saw it was me and not Aunt Jill.
"We captured a home invader," she winked as she let me in then shut the door behind me.
"Hi, Zane," Belle rotated her head and looked at me.
Belle was on her side on the bed. Leigh was beside her, half her shirt stuffed in her mouth, her hands cuffed in front of her and she'd been crying, and cumming a great deal. Belle had a black six-inch vibrator out and was rubbing it along Leigh's pubic mound and thighs, currently avoiding Leigh's cunny.
"We are teaching this bitch how to fucking knock on a door," Belle explained.
"Absolutely," Willa confirmed. "For some strange reason she just jumped into our bed half-naked and started humping Belle." That had to have gone over famously.
Leigh's plea was muffled but I could see the desperation in her eyes.
"She's quite the cunt-lapper when she shuts up," Belle grinned wickedly at me. "She kept claiming she was looking for you but everyone knows the two of us don't sleep together; right?"
"Of course not," I agreed. "If we were going to have sex, it would be downstairs on the sofa." Damn, that sofa gets a lot of sex. Aunt Jill must use a ton of Fabreeze on it.
"So, are you here to get a piece or do you want me to let her go?" Belle eyed me seriously.
"She's a good friend, Belle. She meant no harm. Valarie sent her over here after she crawled in my window," I explained. "Please let her go."
"If I don't?" Belle kept eye-balling me.
I could ball up my fists and talk about how this was my house, blah, blah, blah, but that would make me a douche.
"Well, then, I guess Leigh's boned until the Kappa Sigmas send out a search party. It is your home too," I sighed. Leigh squealed something that might have been 'No'.
Belle turned back to Leigh and pulled the shirt out of Leigh's mouth.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Belle taunted Leigh. Leigh had to work the saliva back into her mouth before she could speak.
"Sorry. I'm really sorry I broke into your room and I won't do it again," Leigh pleaded.
"And you'll leave Zane alone?" Belle pressed.
"I, umm, I, ah, screw that. Put the vibrator back in," Leigh insisted. "It will take more than you two (Belle and Willa) to convince me to give that cock up."
Belle snorted and Willa laughed.
Belle rubbed the vibrator up Leigh's thigh and onto her clit, causing her to jolt and writhe on the bed. By the look of Leigh's vulva, she'd already been worked over pretty well but she was willing to take on even more over-stimulation to keep having sex with me; how humbling. On the other hand, Belle wasn't the kind to take Leigh's devotion at face value.
Belle wanted to put Leigh through an ordeal; I couldn't talk her out of it. I could be there for Leigh though. I walked around the bed tailed by Willa, crawled up on the bed and settled in on the far side of Leigh.
"Who said you could get on my bed?" Belle sneered. Okay, then,
"Your room, my friend," I pointed out. "Do you want to step outside and settle this?"
"Seriously, Nancy?" Belle smiled. "You want to do this now? For her?"
"Would you prefer I pick and choose how and when to support my friends?" I countered.
"Let's go," she hopped out of bed. "Back or front yard?"
"Backyard; I'd hate to embarrass you in public," I responded with a toothy grin.
"Let's go, Nancy," Belle sneered. Nancy as in 'Nancy-boy'. This was going to be fun. I'm wearing my old shorts, Belle is in a tight black Fallout Shelter t-shirt and black panties that she's had for a while, I can see a tiny bit of white elastic peeking through the worn waistband.
"Willa, please un-handcuff Leigh and bring her along?" I requested.
"Willa, keep a hand on her. I haven't finished with Leigh yet," Belle called over her shoulder.
As we made our way out the back door I couldn't help but up the ante.
"Belle, after I kick your ass you're going to wear a dress to church tomorrow," I prodded her.
"Oh, yeah," she laughed loudly. "After I stomp you into the ground, I'm going to have my name tattooed on your ass as my property." I had a feeling that my laugh was less convincing. Belle quick-stepped/skipped out onto the cold grass. The outside lights had come on when the motion sensors picked us up.
I followed Belle at a more sedate pace with Willa and Leigh trailing behind.
"Kick her ass," Leigh encouraged me. Willa looked around for the garden hose. She was going to soak the first one of us to get knocked out. There was none of that pansy submission shit for Belle, that would be too damn easy.
Belle spun around to confront me. She shook out her arms and began closing.
"From the first time we met I wanted to know how tough you were," she gave me a feral smile.
I gave her a snap-kick to the chest in response, sending her flying back and rolling over in the grass. I didn't chase after her, though.
From Rio, I had learned that Belle's style was one part wrestling, one part boxing, and padded with dirty tricks. Belle summersaulted over and came up on her feet with that feral look still in her eyes. This time I met her halfway. I feinted, she failed to fall for it then we both followed up with a series of boxing jabs and blocks.
Belle got in a blow to my ribs, swung at my head and missed, then took my jab to her face, cutting her lip. She licked the blood and her eyes blazed with passion. Belle caught me off-guard by tackling me. That took us to the ground with her on top, straddling me and raining blows down on my head.
She landed a good blow to my cheek, which stung. I was able to grab her head and head-ass her in response. That stunned her so I head-butted her again. She swayed back on her hips. I pushed her further back, sat up, and received a head-ass in return, fuck, that hurt! Belle took the advantage by pinning my left arm back.
She was about to smash my face again but I punched her in the throat. That brought her up short long enough for me to twist my hips and roll us over. I tried to escape so Belle wrapped her legs around my waist. Our hands sought out each other's arms. I won that little contest, finally crossing her arms across her chest. Belle tried to take a bite out of my arm.
Damn. She was serious about this fight. I scooted my knees under Belle's ass, leveraged our bodies up then slammed us to the ground, twice. On the second go-round, her grip slipped. This allowed me to pop her in the temple which led in rapid succession to me getting behind her and applying a chokehold while we were still on the ground.
By this time, my legs were around her waist, from behind, and despite several elbows to the ribs and fingers raking my arm, her efforts eventually became feeble, then stopped. I pushed her off of me and just lay there, catching my breath for half a minute. I was roused by Willa hitting us with terribly cold water from the hose.
Belle and I sat up at the same time, arms resting on our knees and looking at each other. Belle glared at me initially, then chuckled and shook her head.
"Rio's been holding back on me," Belle rasped. "She said Hope beat you with wrestling moves."
"She did," I groaned, "but she's been giving me some pointers over the past few weeks. Don't take it out on Rio. She has the attention span of a weasel."
I stood up first. I offered Belle my hand but she snorted.
"Don't make me slap you, damn it. I'll get my own ass out of the dirt," she grumbled.
Before I could say anything, Leigh ran to me. She was giddy, and horny, from the contest she had just witnessed.
"I knew you could do it," she kissed my face. "Now let's go in and have some sex!"
To be continued in part 30, By FinalStand for Literotica.