Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 10

"Take it slow, Mercy. Use your tongue to get a feel for it and use your lips to keep a light touch around the shaft. This isn't a race," I assured her calmly.

"You grimaced...earlier," Mercy replied softly. "It was my teeth, wasn't it?"

"Mercy, you didn't bite me, you dragged your teeth along my head. It isn't a great sensation but you are doing okay," I answered, "but if I feel those teeth again, I'm going to spank you." Mercy got back to work with some tenderness. "If you don't use those teeth, I'll spank you twice."

Mercy kept my cock in her mouth but looked up at me; a tiny smile creased her face and she cupped her tongue more effectively and sucked harder. I shouldn't have been surprised that someone more attuned to pain would be a quicker learner, and Mercy was definitely pushing the curve. What might have been had Heaven not exploded into Rio's mouth, I wouldn't find out until later.

"RIO! Take it, you vicious bitch," Heaven gasped. Rio was too busy gulping down Heaven's gift to Rio's gullet (as Heaven held a hand on Rio's hair) to probably thanking the Almighty that this was Heaven's third ejaculation for the night. I had to keep Mercy occupied until those two were done so I ran my hands through her hair, grabbed a handful on each side, and began fucking her face.

"Ugh...gurgle...mmmm," were the noises Mercy made as she struggled not to gag on my cock as it pushed further down her throat than had previously been attempted. Her eyes watered but she refused to push back, taking this as yet another punishment. We floated there in our own little corner of the world until a light smack to her left butt cheek brought us back to reality.

"Damn, Zane, don't break my girl's jaw," Rio joked.

"Mmmphf...I didn't finish," Mercy whined. Heaven intervened before Rio became more vigorous.

"He can really work a girl over, Mercy. You can graduate to getting him off with your mouth the next time around," Heaven interjected.

"Will there be a next time?" Mercy sought confirmation.

"I don't know..." Rio started off.

"An ass that good is a terrible thing to waste," Heaven suggested.

"She learns quickly and I like the way she screams," I added. Rio regarded Mercy haughtily.

"Very well; against my better judgment, I'll keep Mercy around a little longer, but only because you guys want to use her slutty body and her ass is so damn spank-worthy," Rio stated with finality. "Mercy, get dressed and I'll take you home."

As Mercy tried to get off the bed, her legs trembled and she could barely stand.

"I'm not sure I can walk home," Mercy joked with a heavy undercurrent of exhaustion. I was half-tempted to let her spend the night. Rio's response was to grab her hips, pull her in backwards, and take a bite of her ass.

"OW!" Mercy squawked.

"Oh," Rio addressed Heaven and I, "remind me to have this butt tattooed with my name."

"People will see," Mercy muttered fearfully.

"Only me, Sweetheart, and the people I give you to for whatever perverse pleasure they desire," Rio teased. "What would you prefer; Rio's Slut across your ass, or Milk Maid over your breasts?"

Mercy remained silent on the matter.

"I think she wants them both," I declared. Mercy shot me a surprised look.

"Atta boy, Zane; you always figure out what a girl really wants," Rio chortled. "Both it is."

"Now that the future of Mercy's tats has been decided, you two get out and let me and Zane have some private time...the way it was supposed to be," Heaven demanded.

"I'll walk my delicious fuck toy home and come back for Good Night kisses," Rio laughed. She and Mercy dressed quickly and departed into the lower levels and the campus beyond. When we were alone, Heaven and I curled up next to one another and did some gentle explorations of our bodies.

"What happened?" Heaven finally asked.

"I haven't a clue," I shrugged. Rio could still be such a mystery to me.

"When do you want me to go?" she inquired next.

"I have the alarm set for 5:00, which should allow you plenty of time to get back into your dorm and pretend you slept there," I told her. Heaven rested her head on my chest and made some rumbling/purring noises while I stroked her hair.

"Spending the night..." she mused. "Spending the night at my boyfriend's...I like the sound of that. You know what this means; right?"

"Why don't you tell me," I wondered.

"It means you like me, Stupid," she griped with a snicker, then lightly punched me.

"If I knew this was what it took, I would have tied you up and brought you here that day after Orienteering tryouts and saved me a world of pain," I teased her.

"One more dumbass comment like that and no ass or throat for you tonight," Heaven threatened. I stayed tight lipped, beyond kissing Heaven repeatedly, until Rio returned with my key and some explanations.

"Hey, Love Birds," Rio grinned. "If you try to look any cuter, I swear, I'll vomit."

"How did you know?" Heaven blurted out.

"Girl's smell a certain way when they are banged, especially by Zane, and from what I heard, there were multiple orgasms in that Kappa Sig closet so I figured something was up," Rio explained. "Then all I had to do was keep my eyes open and observe you. The final piece was when I caught you hiding the strap-on before you mounted Mercy," Rio said.

"You covered your equipment very well – I didn't see it until we fucked – but everything came together when you began tearing Mercy up," Rio snickered. "I know the difference between the sound of a cock and a dildo so when you came and she screamed out because you pumped what must have been a gallon of cum up her bum, I was absolutely sure."

"What are you going to do?" Heaven asked cautiously.

"Do? I'm not going to do anything. You are Zane's fuck-buddy..." Rio stated.

"I prefer the term 'girlfriend'," Heaven interrupted. Rio's crazy eyes mulled that one over.

"...Girlfriend, so as long as you keep him happy, I'm happy. If you hurt him, I'm not going to expose the fact that you have balls; I'm going to tear them off and feed them to you. Are we clear on that?" Rio smiled wickedly.

"Well, I doubt you can take me but I understand the sentiment," Heaven countered. Rio shrugged, crawled up the bed, and kissed me.

"Good night, you two, and Zane, try to keep her cries for mercy and screams to God Almighty to a minimum or I'll be forced to sick Barbie Lynn on both of you," Rio joked.

Rio made a hasty exit and Heaven was left nearly as confused as when Rio left the first time.

"I don't understand her. I know she hates me; I'm not even going to deny she has cause; so why did she act that way?" Heaven asked me.

"That's because you and the others never tried to understand her. Rio hates hypocrisy and lies. I'm not sure why, but she's otherwise just like everyone else," I informed her.

"If you can accept she's not going to put up with deceptive bullshit, she's a great friend. Her abrasive exterior is her way of dealing with the people who've been telling her to sit down and shut up all these years," I went on.

"Put it this way: imagine what your life would have been like if Christina died your freshman year," I postulated. "That is what Rio is like – friendless, alone, and with a terrible secret."

"What is her secret?" Heaven inquired.

"Don't know; I've never asked. It is none of my business unless she makes it so," I explained. "You know I am with you for what is in here," I tapped her between her eyes, "and here," I put my hand over her left breast, "and not what is between your legs."

"I certainly don't mind what you have but I'm mostly heterosexual," I told her. "I like you because you are fierce and loyal, and you fought against your fear. Cowardice is far too easy and too many people think of themselves first, so when you find someone who doesn't, you should always hold them close."

"Is that what you are doing now...holding me close?" Heaven's voice became sultry.

"Yes, I confess to an ulterior motive," I smiled. Heaven straddled me, pressing her crotch against my chest while she produced a different squeeze tube of lube and proceeded to coat my shaft with a generous dose.

As I held her up by the ass with both hands, she guided my shaft along her crack until she wedged it into her anus.

"Down," she whispered in a throaty voice. "Put that Beast in me."

"Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..." Heaven babbled as she engulfed my entire length in one gentle yet persistent ride.

"You..." she panted, "...never asked me...why I am with you."

"In my experience, a woman will tell you things about her when she wants you to know them, even if she has to trick you into asking," I replied.

"Well, this woman wants you to know that she hasn't a clue, but I feel like I've been looking for you my entire life but never knew it." Heaven breathed deeply as she began to rock back and forth while I lifted her up and re-impaled her time and again.

When the alarm went off at 5:00 o'clock, I snapped to a painful awareness, physically and emotionally wasted. Heaven was far grumpier.

"My butt hurts," she groaned. "That last round, I felt like you were trying to split me in two."

"Excuse me, but wasn't it you who mounted me...at 11:30 and again at 3:00?" I answered groggily.

"It is not my fault; at 3:00 o'clock I reached out to comfort you and your dick was as hard as granite. It would have been a sin to let that go to waste," Heaven pouted, and then began to caress my morning wood.

"Okay," I admitted, "waking up and finding your ass bouncing up and down on my cock is one of the most pleasurable ways to come forth from a dream, but I like being asked, and I like even more the idea of not having Christina coming over and castrating me for keeping you out late enough to be caught."

"At least she would let me keep it," Heaven smiled sweetly.

"That works out a whole lot better for you than me," I pointed out.

"Now who is being selfish?" she teased, still stroking me. Faster than she could react, I grabbed her wrist and yanked her over my lap, exposing her scrumptious buttocks to my reach.

"Hey! Ow, ow, ow, ow..." she screamed as I delivered alternating slaps to each butt cheek.

"Will you behave now?" I teased her.

"Never!" she declared in a loud voice, "Now get off...ow, ow, ow, ow," as further spankings were inflicted.

"Okay, okay," Heaven relented with tears in her eyes. "I'll behave...for now." To forestall any real anger, I pulled Heaven farther forward and begin applying tender kisses to the handprints I'd left on her ass.

"Oh," Heaven swooned, "let me stay...oh, yeah...angry with you...not the tongue, damn it...so nice."

"Time to send you home," I informed Heaven, seductively.

"Aarrrghh...but now you've got me horny again," she scowled. "Not fair!"

"I'd like to at least pretend I'm trying to graduate, Heaven, and parading a series of hotties out of my room when the floors are flooded with students isn't going to help," I pointed out.

"Parade of hotties... pray tell, who is the competition?" Heaven playfully shoved me. She then did proceed to start getting dressed.

"Heaven, no matter how many ladies I'm seeing, you will always be 'Next'," I taunted her, reviving an ancient (which translates to one week for me in FFU time) exchange Heaven and I had had.

"Oh...you mother-fucker!" Heaven squawked, but her eyes sparkled with delight, not anger. "You really did it, even if this was an orgy for two. Now I really am afraid for Christina."

"Do I make you happy?" I asked her honestly. Heaven stopped dressing, came over, and hugged me to her bosom.

"You shouldn't even have to ask," Heaven breathed down at me. "But you're right; we both owe it to Christina to not get caught." She returned to gathering up her clothes and slipping into them while I soaked up the beauty. Heaven pretended not to notice but from time to time, she'd sneak a smile my way until she was finally finished.

"I've got to go," Heaven sighed.

"I'll see you at breakfast," I pointed out.

"When are we hooking up again?"

"Tonight sucks and this weekend is going to be a bear, so how about Thursday?" I suggested.

"No parties this weekend?" Heaven hoped.

"The only party I'm going to be a part of is the one where I become reacquainted with the inside of my eyelids," I explained. Heaven stifled a biting response; even she realized that I occasionally needed eight hours of sleep.

Heaven gave me a cute look over the shoulder before skipping down the stairs. When I heard the door shut, I collapsed back on my bed and made sure the alarm was set for 5:30 before stealing a few more minutes of sleep. As my dreams began to tug at me, I heard the door open, and soon enough, Barbie Lynn came into view. Barbie Lynn is the type of woman that can convince any man that sleep is overrated.