Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 16

"Uh...uh...uh," Mercy groaned, as Rio penetrated with short jabs. She rested her hands on Mercy's shoulder and neck.

"Okay, now I'm grateful I sleep on my back," Valerie commented. "I promised Zane I wouldn't break her, but if I felt that poking my hiney, I'd stick it somewhere she'd not soon forget."

"Do the world a favor and stick it in her mouth," Dana smirked.

"Hardy, har-har," Rio chuckled. She reached down beside Mercy, retrieved her vibrator, and began rubbing it along that girl's pussy slit and clit. Barbie Lynn reached for my cock and began stroking it, rubbing it along her ass and between her cheeks.

"I need another beer," Dana sighed. "All this is doing is reminding me that plastic doesn't really get the job done."

"Get me a Coke and I'll get the popcorn," Valerie said. "After all, I have an open invitation to join whenever I want." I had to wonder when that had happened...then I remembered Rio and her big mouth.

Iona had settled in on her side, head propped up on her elbow, as she watched me push into Barbie Lynn once more. I had my hands on her hip and thigh, pushing in with more force this time around.

"Feels...so...good," Barbie Lynn sighed, as my cock filled up her rectum. "Make me feel good, Daddy."

I lifted up her left leg, then gingerly took her wounded leg and raised it to my shoulder as well. As I felt the deep reaches of her bowels envelop me, Barbie Lynn arched her back and let out a sob of joy.

"Oh, that's what I need," she moaned, "That's what I've missed."

Unlike our first round, this time we were raw with our hunger for one another. I kneaded her breasts, teasing and pulling the nipples from time to time. Her body was folded up so that our faces were close enough for me to lock onto those gorgeous bedroom blue eyes. Barbie licked her lips and blew kisses at me.

I was so into Barbie sensually that I almost missed Mercy going off next to us.

"Oh God, oh fuck, oh God!" she verbally exploded. "Please!!!" Rio kept up the slap, slap, slap of her thighs against Mercy's butt.

"Don't you give up on me, Bitch," Rio taunted her. She grabbed a handful of Mercy's hair and pulled her shoulder up off the bed until she was balancing on her hands and knees.

Rio shot a look my way and mouthed 'I love you' as she kept working Mercy over into one cascading orgasm after another. I was pounding deep into Barbie Lynn's tight orifice, Rio was happy, and Iona was giving me a dreamy, contented look. Life could hardly be better.

"Zane, we need to...Oh, My God!" Virginia Goodswell cried out in a shocked voice.

"Here, have my seat, Virginia," Gorman grinned. "You look like you are about to fall over." I hadn't even heard Dana or Valerie return.

"Zane, what are you doing?" Virginia questioned.

"I'm a little busy," I ground out. Fucking was hard, attention intensive, and pleasurable work.

"Virginia, he's having anal intercourse with Barbie Lynn Masters," Dana chuckled. "I thought that would have been obvious. Rio Talon is using a strap-on and a dildo on Mercy Chaplain, and Iona, having been touched and licked to two orgasms, is sitting this round out."

"I can see that and...Dana, what are you doing here?" Virginia, my Spiritual Advisor, asked.

"I'm unemployed so they aren't my students anymore," Dana snorted. "Also, Zane's got one of the few illegal internet hook-up plus satellite TV. My apartment is a tomb, comparatively."

"This was the farthest thing from my mind when I learned my Dad was sending me to an All-Girl Christian University," Valerie added.

"It is the skirts," Rio giggled. "Zane can't keep his hands off the skirts."

"In my experience, Zane has the pathological desire to worship the female form," Iona joined in.

"Listen, I knew Zane was having...relationships, but coming in and finding him in bed with four women...girls...students is a bit much to wrap my mind around," Virginia related. "My sex life has been a bit vanilla."

"I prefer to think of mine as disappointing," Dana confessed.

"All my boyfriends have lived under threat of dismemberment, so I've had it pretty safe too," Valerie stated.

"Threat of dismemberment?" Virginia stammered.

"She's a member of a major criminal biker organization in the Rockies," Dana informed her.

"We are a motorcycle club," Valerie defended her family.

"I'm having sex here," I growled. "If you don't mind..."

"We are good, Zane," Valerie replied. "Don't worry about us, and Barbie needs you."

"Gee, thanks," I grumbled, but she was right; Barbie Lynn needed my attention.

"Ms. Palmer, every one of your known associates, except your baby sister, has a criminal record," Dana said.

"I've never been convicted of anything," Val countered, "and Mom got off on a bad search."

Mercy cried out as Rio shifted to sharp powerful jabs with her artificial cock.

"I've got a record," Rio crowed proudly.

"That only means you were sloppy enough to get caught," Valerie pointed out.

"It wasn't my fault; I ran out of road while driving a stolen Porsche," Rio told us.

"You stole a Porsche?" Valerie asked.

"How do you run out of road in an expensive, high-performance sports car?" Virginia wondered.

"Yes...take that, Mercy, you bitch," slap, slap, "I stole a Porsche and I ran out of road when I cruised into another car showroom on the far side of town. Who knew that those dumb sons-of-bitches didn't put a back way out that place?"

"Rio, why did you steal something that didn't belong to you in the first place?" Iona begged to know.

"Blame drugs, teenage hormones, or the fact that it was a school night, I hadn't studied for a test the next day, and this sounded like the best way of not having to take it," Rio suggested.

I would have told them that was Rio-speak for 'I have no idea' except I'd finally stretched Barbie Lynn's hamstrings to the point we had our tongues entwined, mouths pressed, and teeth nibbling on each other's lips like famished lovers. I could feel her anal spasm vibrating up through her body and her lungs fighting for air. She was getting close and I thought it was going to be a big one.

"That would be an exhibition of low impulse control," Dana chided Rio.

"I think it shows poor life choices," Virginia stated.

"I think it shows she's fucking nuts," Valerie declared.

"Fine...whatever, but I'm one of the two people fucking a sweet piece of ass while you dykes are sitting on the sidelines," Rio taunted them.

"You are my students," Virginia began, "I don't..." She was interrupted by Barbie Lynn.

"Ugh...Oh, Lord Jesus...Zane," she gasped then, "Aaaaiiiiii!!!" she screamed so loud I was afraid my brain would explode. She kept trying to buck me off and thrash about so violently that I was afraid she'd hurt herself, or me.

I rode that wave for almost a minute before Barbie Lynn made one final strenuous effort, then went limp in my arms. I gently shifted her legs down my sides to rest on the bed. I remained propped over her until her eyes focused on me and an ephemeral smile graced her lips.

"Ummm...sleepy," she purred.

"Okay, Babe," I said, then kissed her nose. Her eyes closed and her breathing became low and regular. "Okay," I whispered once again. I slowly withdrew from her and slid down the bed.

"What was that?" Virginia asked softly.

"I'm pretty sure that was an orgasm," Dana responded.

"No, I think that was fucking a girl into unconsciousness," Valerie countered.

"Ugh, ugh, uh...Rio...oh, yeah...it hurts," Mercy moaned.

"And here goes the other one," Dana chuckled.

"I know it hurts, Mercy-slut, now cum for your Momma," Rio groaned to Mercy as he pressed her body onto Mercy's back.

"Ugh...I...I'm...trying," Mercy gasped out, then she screamed as Rio rammed the vibrator onto Mercy's clit and flicked it onto the high setting. "Oh, Fuck Me!!" she screamed. Mercy's body fell forward prostrate on the bed, her lungs fighting for air and her thighs and ass shaking uncontrollably.

"Zane, does this kind of thing hap-...oh, my God, Zane, you are still hard," Virginia exclaimed.

"Honestly," I sighed, "if I had fewer beautiful women in my life, I'd have more blood to the brain to think straight with." I finished up by opening my wardrobe and taking out a robe.

"Now I'm going to take a shower, get re-hydrated, then come back here and see if I can convince Iona to give me a little more of her time," I continued.

"I'll join you," Rio grinned, as she slipped off the strap-on.

"I'll come along as well," Iona said as she popped off the bed, only to end up on wobbly legs.

"No," Virginia commanded, "Zane showers alone. You two aren't even dressed so there is no way you are going out there among all those other girls sticky with sex."

Rio traipsed over to my dresser and pulled out two of my dress shirts. She tossed one to Iona and put on the other.

"See, I'm dressed," Rio declared.

"No, you are not; that shirt isn't even buttoned," Virginia responded. At this point, I walked out of the room and toward the shower near the hot tub (as opposed to the one by the sauna).

PAIGE REVISITED

With the looks I was getting, I almost wished I could back up. Some of the fifty or so girls at my place wondered what the hell all that screaming was about, a few knew what it was but couldn't believe the volume of the noise, and a few came up and kissed me.

"Hey, Slugger," Opal teased me after a deep tongue tackle. "Who in the hell where you giving it to?"

Brandi came up and wrapped an arm around Opal's arm.

"It was Barbie Lynn," Paige snuck up on me and volunteered. "I recognize her inflections." Her ghosting up on me yet again wasn't the most disturbing part of the young albino maiden; it was the burning hunger in her eyes.

"You took Barbie Lynn's virginity?" Millicent Pierce questioned me somewhat fearfully.

"That's not the hole Zane goes up," Opal grinned wickedly. Millicent instinctively covered her backside.

"Can you imagine how good that had to feel to make Barbie Lynn scream that loud?" Paige purred. Uh, oh, that was some serious trouble being aimed my way.

"Does that hurt?" Millicent murmured.

"Yeah, it hurts so much that Barbie Lynn hunts Zane down every other night and has sex with him until she can no longer move," Opal exaggerated. "Speaking of which, where is our real Dorm Mother?"

"She's asleep in bed," I admitted, somewhat shame-facedly. Millicent looked blown away.

"Can I go see her?" Millicent asked.

"She's my lover, not an exhibit," I informed her. "Let her sleep in peace." I moved through the little crowd and entered the shower.

The hot water cascaded over my body, erasing the fatigue from my tired muscles and cleaning my sweaty body and the sex off my cock. Getting out proved that not only did sexually repressed young ladies like to ogle my naked form, but they also paid no attention to my desires. I caught Paige and Millicent sneaking back out of my room with Rio and Iona in tow.

"She looks so...peaceful," Millicent muttered.

"What part of leave her alone did you not understand?" I growled angrily.

"Spank the naughty bitches," Rio egged me on.

"They didn't do anything to wake Barbie Lynn up," Iona defended them.

"I'm sorry," Millicent apologized. Paige looked anything but contrite, challenging my gaze instead.

"Fine, spank Snowflake here," Rio persisted.

"What? No Edgar Winters reference?" Paige shot back while keeping her eyes on me.

"Paige," I said in a deadly even tone, "apologize or leave."

"Or what?" she taunted. I nodded and took a deep breath.

"Oh, you are going to get it now, you skank," Rio chuckled. Instead, I walked past them all and went to my room.

"That was a bit disappointing," Paige sneered. No one else said anything for a second, then Iona clued in.

"Whoops...Paige, Zane will be right back," Iona commented.

"I can hardly wait," she said sarcastically.

In the room, Virginia and Dana had moved to the small sofa on the far side of the room, deep in quiet conversation. Mercy had curled up next to a sleeping Barbie Lynn, and Barbie Lynn looked like some angel -- confident, sleeping, and almost otherworldly in her beauty. Before I could hope to enjoy it, I had to get dressed and resolve an issue.

I raced through dressing back into my school uniform and walked outside.

"Now you are going to get it," Rio whispered to Paige. Paige snorted.

"Paige, you brought me word about Heaven and I owe you for that, so if we can agree that you are going to respect me and my personal space, I'm going to forget about you going to my bedroom uninvited," I laid it out for her.

"And if I don't?" she confronted me.

"I pick you up, throw you over my shoulder, and toss you out of the dorm, and you won't be invited back until you grow a personality that isn't all conceited douche," I answered.

"You can't and you won't," Paige shook her head.

"Reality check, Paige," I grinned. "I'll ask Cordelia to keep you away, and while she likes you, she needs me more, and you don't have the stones to go against Cordelia, do you?"

"Is that the best you have, Zane?" Paige sniffed derisively.

"Paige, you are a really smart girl, but Cordelia has several really smart girls," I pointed out. "What matters is how many friends you have compared to how many friends I have. How does that math work out for you?"

"That doesn't mean anything," Paige responded defensively.

"Good enough. I don't really feel like arguing," I shrugged. I swept up on Paige, who had some good reaction time but no skill. I had her up and over my shoulder in three seconds flat.

"Put me down!" she squawked. I headed down the stairs, her fists beating my back and her legs kicking.

"Bye-bye, ya whore," Rio chuckled. It didn't take much imagination to know that Iona was glaring at Rio for that comment.

"Stop...put me down," Paige struggled. After we made the elevator, "You can put me down now." I didn't respond because I wasn't hearing what I needed to hear and I didn't feel like engaging her in conversation.

"Please, don't," she tried, once we landed on the first floor, but to no effect. I took her to the dorm door, kicked it open, and stepped out.

"Here you go," I said as I deposited her. I had no idea how far past tears she'd gotten.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she snarled. "Okay? Happy? You win and I lose. You are the popular kid and I'm not."

"No, I'm not happy," I answered calmly. "This never had anything to do with me beating you up; it had to deal with you constantly slapping me around and I got sick of it. Paige, you got so sick of being bullied, you became a bully." She clearly didn't believe me. "You are pretty and smart, and you use these qualities as a scalpel to cut people up."

"What would you know about it?" she snapped. "You've always been Mr. Popular."

"Take into account I was in a normal private school for my first ten years. Yes, I was one of the popular kids; good looking, the right parents, and pretty smart. I also knew the social hierarchy and I was certainly unkind to my fair share other students."

"Before you go beating me over the head with you being albino, please understand: I don't care. My parents are gone -- dead. I'm never getting them back. You are a slender, smart girl with gorgeous hair who has two parents who probably love you very much," I smiled. "I only wish you would lead off with those traits instead of constantly reminding everyone how fucking condescending you can be."

Paige looked at me for half a minute, studying me, perhaps looking for some understanding of me. Good luck with that; I barely understand me and I'm inside my head.

"Does this mean I can go back inside?" she finally inquired.

"Yes. All I wanted was a simple apology, and technically, you are still on the dorm sidewalk so I haven't finished throwing you out yet," I replied.

"Just like that?" she snorted. "You are such an idiot."

"What did I warn you about leading with the grey matter?" I scowled. She seemed to weigh her next words.

"You said I was 'very pretty'," she mused, changing the direction of the conversation suddenly.

"Well, yes, you have a flawless complexion girls would kill for and, as I said earlier, I really like you hair," I stated. "It is gorgeous." I put my arm around her shoulder, spun us around, and went back inside. As we boarded the elevator for the return trip, Paige tapped my hand.

"What's with all this?" she indicated my casual embrace.

"When you aren't trying to piss me off, I honestly like you, Paige," I confided in her.

"You seem to live your life by making some rather irrational decisions," she noted.

"Paige, you see life as chess while I see it as Scrabble," I grinned. "For you, it is move and countermove. I tend to see life being something that gives you a constantly changing group of options that you make the most of."

"Oh," she seemed to digest that, then she said, "I apologize for calling you an idiot. You are a moron; I should have seen the difference." I laughed from deep within.

"I'm a moron," I teased her. "I bet you've never been held by a boy like this before because if you had, you would know this gives the guy a perfect vantage point to look down your shirt."

Paige clutched her shirt tightly in a fist, blocking my view. She looked bitter and offended.

"30-B, a translucent white with lace trim bra," I told her. "Good choice, but I get the impression you don't wear it as a normal part of your school attire. Wearing it for me?"

"What makes you think..." she started, then "Yes."

"What was the plan?" I inquired.

"I was going to spill water all over my chest by accident, ask for one of your shirts to replace it, and for you to show me where it was," she smiled slyly. "With my bra and your libido, plus a little playful contact, I'd get you into bed." She was highly confident.

"Nice," I admitted, "but it wouldn't have worked."

"Why not?" she seemed slightly offended. My money was, her insecurities about her body not measuring up to Barbie Lynn's curves were behind that.

"I would have given you a robe and sent Iona down to her room to get you a spare," I informed her. "Your only flaw in the plan is that I find you inherently untrustworthy."

"Why do you say that?" she was now really offended.

"Paige, you use people. It is your default relationship approach," I explained. "It is not so much a bad thing as it is predictable. Someone as smart as you can do better."

"You don't seem to mind it when Cordelia treats you that way," she countered. We were at the door to my place.

"If you will recall, Cordelia told me to kiss her as part of my Handmaiden's Duty," I reminded Paige. "Now, if you want to be a Cordelia substitute, go ahead, I'll still spend time with you if you like. I only think you need a friend who should point out that people are people from time to time."

"Now you want to be my friend, Zane?" she mocked me.

"I'll be your friend, but you have to wear this sexy blood red stocking, garter, bossier, bra and choker combination. It will make your flesh glow like it is on fire," I grinned lasciviously.

"I thought you wanted to see my flawless skin devoid of obstructions," Paige said.

"I'll dress you up in it, and if you don't like it, I'll remove it too," I smile mischievously. She looked at me, her mighty mental calculator going over where the conversation was going.

"Why do you see me differently than everyone else?" she asked.

"Give me some leeway," I requested, then bent down slightly, slipped a hand under her skirt, making her jump minutely, and ran my middle finger under her underwear band into her pussy.

She bit her lip but kept staring intently at me as I moved that finger up and down, back and forth, until it was covered in her fluids. I sunk my forefinger in and did the same. I removed my hand and brought the forefinger to my lips. As I sucked the liquid off and savored the taste, I caught Paige licking her lips in sympathetic hunger.