Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 19

"No," Mercy whispered.

"See, Barbie Lynn, she's nothing more than a poor receptacle for my lust," Rio gloated. "Now Mercy, strip down and get on your back on the bed."

I tossed my clothes in the laundry hamper and stepped over Mercy's reclining form before jumping on Barbie Lynn. She giggled, wrestled about, and got rid of her last vestige of clothing -- her panties.

"I didn't hurt your knee, did I?" I asked between kisses.

"No, Honey," she purred. Her arms draped around my neck and pulled me to her lips. We rubbed noses and gave spectral affections with our lips and tongues. She had this warm glow about her as her body seductively rubbed against me.

"I want you to tease me," she sensually rumbled from deep within her core.

As Barbie Lynn and I were becoming reacquainted, Rio was busy securing Mercy's ankles and wrists. All of the restraints had some give but the ankles were still kept widely spread.

"Are you going to be quiet or do I have to gag you?" Rio asked tenderly.

"I'll be good," Mercy mouthed in response. That was Rio's cue to stalk every little tingle that tantalized Mercy's body. Mercy was waiting for the pain; it took her several minutes of Rio making love to her body instead, and those conflicting pleasure/pain desires caused the poor thing to whimper and writhe on the bed.

Barbie Lynn used her left hand to guide my cock while her right carefully stewarded her wounded leg back and to the side. The game for now was vaginal penetration without violating her virginity. A few passes and my swelled cockhead was coated with her juices. A few more and I pressed my tip between her labia.

I pried Barbie Lynn's lips apart and pushed a finger around my head and squished along her walls as I opened her up. Her hand, free of guiding my cock, began gently pulling on her clit. To excite Barbie, I slipped my cock below her pussy and let my slick cockhead press against her anus until she bucked minutely. I withdrew to her pussy once more, bringing a growl from Barbie who was expressing her frustration.

"Please," Mercy pleaded, "please, Rio." The woman was close to tears. She was also being lead to orgasm by Rio's ministrations. "Bite me, spank me, and torture my nipples." Rio didn't punish Mercy, instead shushing her and putting a finger to her lips.

"I am going to do everything tonight and you get to do nothing but orgasm as much as I can push you, Babe," Rio whispered affectionately. "I am going to make love to you and you can't stop me.

"Speak to me," Rio ordered Mercy.

"Why are you doing this?" Mercy choked, "You could stick something up my butt or spank me."

"I don't need to cause you pain to draw out your sexual violation, my bitch," Rio instructed. "I need to show you that you are a wanton fucking whore and you don't need any illusions to make you feel good. Are you going to wus out and disappoint me or are you going to be worthy of my time and your potential?"

"Am I worthy of your time and living up to my potential?" Barbie Lynn teased me.

"I'll let you know when I advance to where you are," I tickled her back. I loved the way she squirmed against me. I pushed more of my cockhead into Barbie Lynn until I felt like I was in a balloon that was about to burst.

"One more thrust and it's over," Barbie told me with a tear in her eye. One more thrust by either of us and she'd no longer be a virgin.

"Not tonight, Babe," I comforted her. "I barely know the woman I'm holding in my arms. If you add a whole new aspect, I'll never catch up."

"That's the point," she murmured happily, "to keep you guessing and wanting more. But, since I don't want to scare you off we can stop where we are for tonight."

I let my cock pop out and cruise back down her ass cleft.

"Of course, now my pussy is all wet and I need someone to dry it off," Barbie Lynn pouted. "Do you have any idea how I could get that done?"

Starting to slide down my body, Barbie stopped me, grabbed my shoulders, and twisted me around instead (she really is quite strong). Soon we were in a sixty-nine with me on top, pulling her labia aside so I could suck on her fluids that creamed forth, and she was on her back, licking my lower shaft and gobbling up one ball at a time and letting her tug on it with her tongue.

I lapped up her juices like a jungle cat, but side to side instead of bottom to top.

"Oh, Zane," Barbie Lynn purred, "Oh...oh, that's good; really good." I caught sight of Rio looking my way from between Mercy's shaking legs to figure out what I was doing. I gave her a little pantomime course before gorging down on Barbie Lynn once more.

"Rio...please, Rio, it feels so nice. Bite me. I'm going to die if you don't bite me soon," Mercy moaned and thrashed. Rio quickly slid to the edge of the bed, snatched up a phone, and poised over Mercy's snatch. She took a picture, dialed a number, and crawled up so Mercy could see whose number it was.

"Mercy, do you see whose number this is?" Rio taunted. "What does it say?"

"Yes," Mercy responded with fear and shock. "It is my brother's. It says 'thinking of you'." Rio hit send. "NO!" Mercy howled. "Why did you do that?" she sobbed. I was wondering why I wasn't slapping Rio upside her head, too.

"Who do you belong to?" Rio penetrated Mercy with her gaze.

"You. I belong to you," Mercy whimpered.

"And that means I can do with you whatever I want," Rio explained.

"Yes," Mercy sniffed pathetically.

"So if I've been told about his really nice guy who is a bit shy and having a hard time with the ladies, I can send him a shot of the hottest pussy I've ever tasted. So, what if I show him a shot of this hot snatch and he shows some of his buddies and they tease him about what a stud he must be for a secret admirer to send him such an intimate shot."

"If that means he gets a bit more confidence because some chick wants him sexually and then he can talk to some girl he hopes is the one -- well, shit happens," Rio wove her tale.

"Of course, I would only do that for someone I actually cared about, so this young kid must be someone special or close to someone I found special," she concluded.

"Zane," Barbie Lynn breathed heavily, "what the hell was that?"

"It was Rio's way of telling Mercy she's crazy-passionate-mad over her. Being a huge pervert, she does this by giving her brother a picture of his older sister's muff -- not that he knows whose pussy he's actually looking at so he will gain popularity and confidence," I answered.

"Isn't that incestuous?" Barbie Lynn pointed out.

"That's Rio being perverse," I smiled up at her, my lips dripping her rich, viscous fluids.

"Wait," Mercy suddenly perked up. "Did Zane just say you love me, Rio?"

"Oh, hell no," Rio recoiled. "Don't use the 'L' word around me. Next time you do I'm going to shove my phone up your cunt, set it on vibrate, and have fifty students call you all day long."

Mercy looked the opposite of deterred. I could see 'I love you' forming on her lips.

"Fuck, Zane, give me something to do to her," Rio snapped. "All I want to do is kiss the stupid bitch." Here I was trying to tongue-fuck Barbie Lynn to orgasm but I couldn't seem to work in peace. I slicked up two fingers in her vagina, then ran one down to Barbie Lynn's anus and wormed one in.

"Ugh," Barbie Lynn flicked out her tongue in anticipation of further extensions down below.

"Mercy, you first: find a phrase instead of 'I love you' that you can use that isn't obvious. I suggest 'you annoy me'," I offered Mercy.

"You annoy me," Mercy whispered hopefully to Rio.

"Damn you, Zane," Rio growled at me. She looked down at Mercy before rushing down, biting Mercy's lower lip, and working it back and forth painfully in her teeth.

"You annoy me so shut the fuck up so I can get back to eating you up," Rio snarled once she let Mercy's bloody lip go.

Mercy's whole body relaxed and she kept a fey little smile on her lips as she closed her eyes and let Rio get back to eating her out and licking Mercy from head to toe. What do you know; all Rio had to do was be honestly affectionate to Mercy and she took Rio's attention without reservation. I finally got to return my attention back to Barbie Lynn's delicious essence.

A symphony of our passions led Barbie Lynn to climax ten minutes later. We had pressed my back to the headboard while Barbie rode me. One breast rolled over my face, allowing me to suckle on her nipple like a famished newborn. Barbie had one hand on my shoulder; her other hand held my cock, alternating its progress from rubbing along her clit as it slid up and down her cunt. My other hand caressed Barbie Lynn's ass cheek and thigh with occasional vacations to her puckered rose. My penetrations were more rapid and deeper.

"Oh, Baby, oh, baby, oh, baby...Jesus Loves Me!!!!" she squealed loud enough to be heard through the steel door at the bottom of the stairs. Barbie Lynn kept humping me as her eyes burned a fiery blue from above for over a minute.

"Zane," she panted, "I'm not going to graduate before you stuff me every which way." She floated down to my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, binding her sweaty body to my own.

"Gosh, you are so wonderful to me," she murmured. "I don't even need to ask you if you will help me out with this." I was thinking of some sort of romantic reply when I caught sight of Vivian regarding us. Now I had to rewire my mind in a totally different, ass-saving direction.

"Out of the way, and who the fuck are you?" Heaven growled as she pushed past Vivian.

"I'm Vivian Phillips, Heaven Vickers, and what are you doing in this room at this hour?" Vivian groused back.

"That schlong you've been focused on, I am going to have Zane shove that hard up my ass until I scream, cream, and pass out from ecstasy," Heaven taunted her.

"I...Grrr," Vivian stopped, then howled like a spirit of the damned. Heaven burned a path through my carpet to the bedside where Barbie Lynn still utilized her erotic appeal to keep me painfully aroused and pressing against her stomach. "Zane, would it be too much to ask for you to pretend I'm keeping you behaving at an acceptable Christian moral level."

"I will really try to not do this in public, if that helps," I suggested. Heaven plopped down at my feet and worked off her shoes.

"Move over, Barbie Lynn. The only thing I want to think about is whether I'm going to dive on his rod for a blowjob or go straight for him pumping my little bottom like the horny little girlfriend I am," Heaven lectured.

"And Mercy," Vivian stammered, losing control of the situation.

"I threatened to gut a puppy if she didn't submit," Rio grinned wickedly. Barbie Lynn, careful of her knee, rolled over twice to allow Heaven to slip under the covers and finish undressing.

"I should turn a fire hose on you five," Vivian snapped before turning and fleeing the room.

Heaven wiggled up my torso, her own cock throbbing against mine, until she could cup my facial cheeks in her hands.

"Zane, I want you to split me in two, ram my ass and make me cry. I'm sorry, I know you've been super-cool with me and I'll blow you soon, but I'm addicted to your dick," Heaven heaved passionately at me.

It wasn't lost on me that was close to the nicest Heaven had ever treated me. I snaked a hand under my pillow, palmed the vial, and pressed it into Heaven's hand.

"Zane, I am so happy you're my boyfriend," she murmured to me.

"Yours too," I whispered back, indicating I wanted her to lube her own penis so I could give her a hand-job while she rode me.

Heaven and I fell into a ferocious rhythm of lips and tongues as she thanked me for my suggestion. She was still self-conscious about that masculine piece of hardware that confused some people to her sexual identity. Me; I'd never been all that uncertain. Women acted in a way that trumped physiology in my mind.

Next to me, the arrival of Barbie Lynn's teeth on Mercy's nipple was Rio's sign to start energetically working over Mercy's cunt with her fingers. She added to the intensity by sucking and nibbling on the clit. Mercy's whimpers escalated to moans. From there, they cascaded into desperate gasps, then: "Oh-fuck-damn-it-shit-Hell!!!" she screamed.

Mercy's body flexed off the bed repeatedly.

"Rio, please...ah, you annoy me, you annoy me," she gasped. Rio was already untying Mercy's legs. She rapidly crawled up Mercy and freed her hands next.

"Time for sleep, everyone on my side of the bed," Rio announced. "Mercy, get under the covers."

Barbie Lynn snickered as Mercy sped to obey. Soon it was Mercy on the outside, Rio in the middle, and Barbie Lynn closest to the center of the bed. Mercy snuggled tightly to Rio.

"Bitch, did I say you could touch me?" Rio snapped angrily. Mercy made a tiny choking sound and scooted away.

"Bitch, get over here; I'm lonely," Rio now ordered. Mercy was more careful this time as she timidly returned to Rio and draped an arm over Rio's stomach.

"You annoy me," Mercy whispered after she placed a kiss at the top of Rio's breast.

"You annoy the hell out of me," Rio rumbled.

Mercy placed another kiss on Rio's breast. As she rested her head on Rio's shoulder, she readied for sleep, and I could swear a tear rolled down to the crease of the smile on Mercy's face. When that tear dabbed onto Rio's shoulder, my psycho friend stirred.

"If I get up in the middle of the night, pull out my strap-on, and fuck your ass, are you going to give me any problems?" Rio's lusty words contrasted with her desperately compassionate tone.

"No. I'll be good," Mercy replied after a moment.

"I knew I could count on you, my slut," Rio assured her. "First thing in the morning, I'm going to remind you how annoying you are; got it?"

"Yes, Rio," Mercy wiggled in even tighter, "you can annoy me whenever you want."

I was starting to seriously work over Heaven's butthole when I caught Barbie Lynn move her lips over to Rio's ear.

"You rock," Barbie Lynn whispered to my 'Bro'. Rio kept her eyes shut but grunted in disgust. She was a stone-cold pitiless bad-ass who cared about nothing and nobody -- just ask her.

"Are you putting your whole god-damn fist up my ass?" Heaven hissed.

"That's my thumb, ya big baby," I quietly teased. We owed it to our bed buddies to keep the noise down as much as possible.

"That's right, Big Daddy, tear my poor little hinny up," she pouted devilishly. She was on top so she had to press her tits hard against me to whisper in my ear. "Next time I want to be alone so you can treat me like your dog-bitch, press my face into a pillow to stifle my screams, and drill me deeper than you've ever reached before."

"Are you trying to make me cum before I even get inside you?" I gasped.

"Oh, God, no," Heaven squeaked. "Don't you dare, please," she begged. "You make me feel so good. I'm sorry I teased you. We can take it slow if you want."

"If you want to make me happier, play with yourself and let me feel it," I breathed.

Heaven struggled for words before giving up and grunting. Her hips shook as she accelerated her hand's manipulations of her cock, which rested tightly against my stomach. At the same time, I switched up my one thumb with three fingers in her rectum. Heaven gave a choked whimper as she took my intrusion tentatively, then pushed down even harder.

As my bulbous head pressed past her sphincter, Heaven hiccupped and tears welled in her eyes.

"I...I...did the calculations," she gulped. "If I...have sex with you...every twelve hours...my rectum will...adjust so sex...will be more...fun."

"You figured this all out?" I teased.

"Purely scientific...I swear," she grinned. "It is...not because...I want to...fuck you...all the time."

"I respect you for your mind, Heaven, but this time I think you might be too close to the subject matter," I tickled her back. She took hold of my cock.

"Too close to this," she gulped. I swiveled my hips back and forth, sending my cock deeper and deeper into Heaven. She eventually gave up any hopes of a coherent argument and curled herself onto my chest, panting.

"Hello, Lover," I told her in near silence.

"Thank you, my Bitch," she responded between kisses to the line where the jaw meets the throat. The rest of what either one of us wanted to say was lost as I rocked my hips up, propelling my cock even deeper into her bowels.

Heaven clawed at my chest as her sexual tension ramped up. Eventually, our symmetry brought Heaven struggling to the end of her road.

"Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend," she gurgled. "He's my Boyfriend!" she screamed. At least she didn't use my name...unless you counted the fact that I was the only boy on campus.

"Oh, damn," Heaven gasped for air. "Thanks for bringing me back, Zane." We kissed passionately. "Thanks for the...attitude adjustment too."

"Huh?" I wondered. I'd heard the term before but not from someone who regularly talked with Heaven.

"Iona posted the slang," Heaven gasped-giggled. I shifted my head from the right side of Heaven's head to the left. My shock must have registered with Heaven, whose gaze went from my face to looking over her shoulder to the form of Gabrielle Black. Heaven scrambled off me and pulled the sheets tight.

SHADES OF GABRIELLE BLACK

"We need to talk, Zane Braxton." I saw Gabrielle's lips move but I was pretty sure the words floated across the room without disturbing the ears of anyone around us. I gave her a nod, planted on Heaven a reassuring, full-on kiss, then quick-stepped over to a wardrobe and put on a robe. She followed me out, keeping a keen eye on me while mostly hanging in my blind spot.

Vivian was sound asleep as we passed her. I took Gabrielle to the far corner of the Solarium, locating a remote control when we were close. Ms. Black gave me a fatally cold look as I punched in the code that would give us a dead zone electronically to talk in.

"Surveillance," I held up the remote. She understood the implications.

"I want to see more of your so-called gift with women." I had no doubt this was not a sexual come-on. I would have been a hell of a lot happier if it was; instead, it put me in a situation I knew very little about.

"Strip," I requested, with as much calm as I could instill in my voice. Gabrielle gave me a lightning assessment, then started shedding her perpetually black outerwear and lingerie.

When she finished, the words 'Hot Damn' came up a ton of times unbidden to my thoughts. I worked out regularly, took martial arts, and stretched whenever I could. I might as well have been a coach potato as far as Gabrielle was concerned. She wasn't bulky; rather, strong in the long muscles that counted more for strength and stamina. I still managed to have the courage to ask her to extend her arms and spread her legs.

Hell, I even touched her ass, thigh, and caressed the right shoulder twice. When I finished up, I was before her once more. I leaned on the back of a chair and waited -- I had taken five minutes, where in most cases it took seconds, but this woman's body wove deceptions like a champion.

"Well?" she finally gave in to her curiosity before I gave in to my fear.

"Well, I imagine the most important thing to you at this second is the wrists. I did spend some time in a high-pressure private academy in my formative years and I know the difference between horizontal and vertical. Horizontal cuts on the wrist are a cry for help, vertical show a real desire to die."

"Now, I can't know for sure that you didn't make two attempts but you look like you're insanely intense -- emphasis on the insane -- so I guess some fucked up shit happened to you that made you damn sure the only answer was to check out permanently," I stated evenly.

"What now?" she questioned me, her intonation utterly devoid of emotion or compassion.

"I'd like to tell you what I tell every other woman I learn a secret about, that your past is your business and your business alone," I sighed.