Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 34

I brushed her hair to the far side of her head then kissed the top of her neck. Willa began to murmur pleasurably as I trailed butterfly kisses down her spine to her tailbone. A single finger stroked farther down to her pussy and down to her pubic mound. Willa was only lightly shaved, keeping her bush full.

The return trip lingered around her anus, pushing slightly and making Willa moan. She opened her legs farther and farther apart as I continued to rub her gently. With my free hand, I opened the tube of lubricant and let it pour down her ass cheeks. I teased her sphincter twice but abandoned it to rub the thick liquid all over her pussy and perineum.

Recall that Willa was going through a long, dry spell -- being an undercover officer in an outlaw biker gang -- so she was bursting at the seams for sexual contact.

"Damn it, Zane," she pleaded.

"Willa, you are a freak," Belle chuckled.

"Watching him work has gotten me so horny," Leigh whined. I ignored the peanut gallery; I was dripping oil on my three middle fingers, pushing my forefinger against Willa's sphincter. Willa must have really liked her experiences with anal sex because she relaxed her sphincter on contact and let me in. Man, her asshole felt hot compared to the slight chill of the room.

My finger corkscrewed past the second knuckle when Willa let out another heartfelt moan. I pushed in a little farther while resuming my kisses on her back. Inside a minute, Leigh had sidled up to Willa and me. Belle had propped herself up with her pillow on the headboard but was studying the three of us intently.

"You are acting like you've never seen a three-way before," I commented to Belle.

"Not from the outside looking in," Belle shrugged. I had no immediate comeback to that. Saying something like 'maybe next time,' or 'enjoy the show' felt inappropriate. I devoted my attentions to Willa once more instead.

Speaking of Willa, she was now relaxed enough for me to stick my ring finger into her anus. I noticed Leigh getting terribly interested in Willa's arousal.

"Willa, rise up. Push up off the mattress for me, Babe," I coaxed Willa. She looked back at me, smiled lustfully, and began raising her ass.

A few more twist and turns with my fingers and Willa was up on all fours, head down, and her face screened from view by her long, black hair. I was about to encourage Leigh but she was already slipping under Willa and putting her lips to Willa's closest tit. Willa's grunt rose over the sound of Leigh's suckling noise.

I had to move completely to Willa's rear to allow Leigh more room to maneuver beneath Willa. Leigh's right hand quickly sought out Willa's cunt while her left began caressing Willa's right breast. I had to admire Leigh's enthusiasm as well as her willingness to not hold Belle's rough treatment against Willa.

Belle began to rub her cunny as she watched us play. I also caught Willa shake her head ecstatically when I wormed my third finger into her butthole.

"Someone's all excited," Leigh giggled, as she lifted up her fingers that had been in Willa's cunt for me to inspect. They weren't just slick; they dripped with her juices.

Finally, Willa had enough.

"Enough foreplay, Zane," she gasped. "Put that big cock in me. Stick it to me now."

"Ask and you shall receive," I replied. With one hand on her hip and the other one on my rod I placed my throbbing cockhead against her mildly gaping sphincter.

I could literally feel the breath slowly exhale from Willa's body as my cock first slipped inside her anal cavity.

"Zane, Zane, Zane," she exulted softly as I inched my way inside her rectum. I had been wrong all this time; I had thought I'd never find someone who liked anal sex as much as Barbie Lynn, but here she was.

She was tight, hot, and damp. By the snug fit I could tell she had abstained for some time but her reactions were pure pleasure -- to me and her. I could also feel Leigh's fingers vibrating rapidly within Willa's cunt as well as her vaginal muscles squeezing them back. I let my penis sit there for a moment before withdrawing all but the head.

I repeated this three times, with Willa moaning louder each time I thrust my deepest.

"Hammer her," Belle demanded.

"Her ass -- her rules," I chastised the head Warlord Babe.

"Hammer me, Zane," Willa virtually screamed. O-kay then, a hammering I will go. I plunged in without mercy. The first thrust nearly toppled her over but on the second one, I held her hips tightly and she pushed back to meet my attack. The loud smacking of skin began to echo throughout the room.

"Don't -- stop -- un -- til -- you -- fill -- me -- up," Willa gasped between lighting swift penetrations. I felt like my hips were moving in a blur. Willa's whole body was a mass of spasms beneath me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Willa gasped, then she squealed. Yes, squealed like a little school girl.

I didn't relent, though. She had told me to keep going, so 'hi-ho, hi-ho, it was off to fuck I go'. I caught sight of an exhausted Willa turning her head sideways and mouthing something to Belle through her mass of hair. Belle tilted her head, then shook it in the negative.

"No, you can't keep him," she explained to Willa but for my benefit. "Too many people know he's here. Wait until you get Zane alone before you take him."

"Hey! That's our line," Leigh spoke up indignantly. "Kappa Sig property."

"You had better put those lips back to work on Willa before I put this vibrator back to work on you," Belle threatened. Leigh huffed, then went back to lip-smacking Willa's tit.

"Shit, shit, shit," then a squeal from Willa once more. Damn, that had been a fast one.

After that, Willa went down to her elbows, smothering Leigh with her tit. Leigh responded by going hog-wild on the whole breast -- biting and chewing on the whole damn thing.

"Jesus Christ!" Willa howled, followed quickly by the loudest squeal of them all. Her body contractions dissipated what remained of my self-control.

I began ejaculating, grinding my hips hard into her ass and plunging to the farthest depths yet. Willa collapsed in a state of perpetual groaning. Belle was kind enough to pull Leigh free before I collapsed on Willa. I barely had the strength to prop myself up on my elbows so as not to crush Willa beneath me.

"Willa," Belle mused, "you really are full of surprises." If only she knew -- or maybe it was better that she didn't know. It took a physically devastated Willa several seconds to reply.

"You aren't going to give me shit about this in front of the other girls, are you?" she asked. Willa was a probationary Warlord so her reputation was incredibly vulnerable.

"Yeah; let me see," Belle ticked off events -- while massaging Leigh's half-raised leg from knee to inner thigh, "From the sounds of it he nailed Fontana Palmer -- thrice -- before coming up here, kicking my ass, then fucking me so good all the lights came on. Then he rolled you over and plowed your butt through three orgasms ... no."

"They'll strap Zane down to the pool table for one hell of a weekend," Belle pointed out. "All the guys will resent him for that, so they'll bust him up and put him in the hospital where he can't perform for a month. Then the female riot ensues. I don't need that kind of hassle."

"Thanks for looking out for me," I mocked.

"Eh, you are almost a friend," Belle smiled.

"Okay, on that note I'm going to take Leigh and leave," I began getting out of bed. Leigh had enough common sense to look to Belle for permission before climbing over Belle's legs and hopping free.

"Try to keep the noise down," Belle teased as I opened the door.

"I think Leigh's pussy has been abused enough for one night," I shook my head. "We are going downstairs to cuddle."

"Nah-uh," Leigh said as she grabbed my hand. "Penetration -- orgasm -- cuddle -- that's the way it's going to go."

"No, wait," Leigh corrected herself. "Penetration -- orgasm -- orgasm -- cuddle is how it's going to go." I'm sure Willa and Belle heard my groan of despair as I shut their door.

"Leigh, your pussy looks much abused," I told her. "How about we not have sex tonight?"

"After all I went through -- please," she begged.

"How about we have a sex-date later this week," I suggested.

"I want to spend some time with you," Leigh pouted.

"Leigh, I have Fall Break this week," I informed her. "We can have as much time as you like."

"You do?" Leigh visibly perked up. "Oh, thank God," she then moaned. "I can barely walk, I'm so sore."

"Do you still want to cuddle?" I asked.

"I'd love to, Zane," she sighed, as she put her arm around my waist. "I want you to know that if it wasn't for Tawny, we really would keep you as our sex slave," she added lovingly. Yay me.

"That's it," I snarled. "I'm going to go over there one night, tie all of you up, and butt-fuck the lot of you."

"Oh, that sounds like fun," Leigh giggled. "Would we be tied up side by side so we could watch you do it to the sister next to us?"

"Are you taking freak lessons from Rio?" I wondered. "Because you are starting to scare me."

"Nope. Frankly, with the way she wields that strap-on, she kind of scares us," Leigh confessed.

Ah, an unlooked for benefit of my Direct-to-Video lifestyle; I have provided the World with a warning label for Rio. Speaking of Rio, when we arrived at the sofa we discovered that she'd crawled up on it and was fast asleep again. I draped my blanket over her then curled up with Leigh in the quilt I had originally taken out for Rio.

I lay down on my back and Leigh curled up on top of me. She started to say something to me but was overtaken by a yawn. She put her ear to my chest, yawned again then started snoring. I must have nodded off right after that because the next thing I knew Jill was shaking us awake gently.

"Leigh," she inquired, "are you staying for breakfast?"

"Sure, Aunt Jill," she yawned. "Let me get cleaned up and I'll help out in the kitchen."

"Thank you, dear," Jill grinned. Leigh scampered off to the bathroom while Jill went to the kitchen. Rio was blissfully asleep still.

I followed Jill into the kitchen and leaned against the counter while she soaked a paper towel under the faucet.

"Did you sleep well last night?" I questioned.

"Oh, Zane," Jill smiled serenely, "I learned to sleep through your antics several weeks ago."

She dabbed my cheek -- the one Belle had popped last night. It stung but I manned-up and took my mothering like a big boy. I made sure the ladies upstairs were awake before doubling back on my room to get dressed for Church. Fontana and Valarie propped themselves up and took in the show.

As I was making sure my tie looked good in the mirror, I caught Fontana smacking her daughter in the forehead. "Sleep with that young man, damn it," she advised forcefully.

"Subtle, Mom," Valarie groused back. "I mean, he's standing right there."

"What do you think, Zane?" Fontana chuckled. "Do you mind me giving my daughter some helpful advice?"

"I'm not going to step into that conversation, Fontana," I evaded, "and Val, that was a mean thing you did to Leigh. Belle was unforgiving."

"She should learn to use a door like a normal person," Valarie smirked.

"I am just warning you that Belle is particular about her private space," I cautioned her.

"Valarie, you should clear the air with Belle," Fontana advised her daughter. "This is her home too and her territory."

"I'll take care of it," Valarie yawned then shrugged. I had the feeling she wasn't taking this seriously. "Let's get some food, Mom. I still need to get dressed for Church too."

Oh, Valarie didn't know the half of it, but I managed to keep Rio and her from ragging on Belle when they learned that Belle had lost a 'bet' with me and had to wear a dress to church along with the rest of them. Rio turned out to be hangover proof. Jill cooked up a wonderful breakfast and Leigh received her measure of revenge when she, Belle, and I had to go over to the Kappa Sigma house to find a dress that fit.

Oh, those sorority girls were walking a thin line between cordiality and an ass-whooping because Belle wasn't in the mood to take shit from anyone. Tawny was a big help and Jersey provided the acceptable black dress for Belle to wear. Ricky provided the stockings and shoes.

"The first one to say a damn thing dies," Belle glared at the assembly back at my house when she walked in the door.

Jill must have missed that. When she came downstairs and saw Belle, she walked up and hugged her.

"You look beautiful, Belle," Jill said while examining her.

"Ah -- thanks, Jill," Belle looked around evasively.

Had anyone else said or done that, we would have died. Jill received a weak smile instead. Belle ended up in Sunday school class with Jill, who introduced her as Belle Kennan -- and no one made the connection despite Belle's constant scowl. Rio bringing Belle around to the Masters clan did something to ameliorate the situation.

Suddenly having the young unattached males of the church pay attention to her was something Belle found downright darkly amusing. Rio was running around, introducing Belle as her Aunt from Michigan -- very single and clearly well-connected. Rochelle Wellington was the only one to figure out the ruse and she said nothing.

Once we got home, Belle couldn't wait to be shed of those clothes. I took them back to the Kappa Sigmas with my gratitude for helping out yet again. When I came back I found Belle standing alone on the back porch.

"Penny for your thoughts," I said.

"I really ought to punch your lights out for putting me through that," she opened up. "I fucked three of those guys in high school and they didn't even recognize me now. I was in a pretty dress, a touch of make-up, and hung around with rich friends and -- BANG! -- suddenly I wasn't the poor, dirty tramp in their eyes anymore."

"Who gives a crap what they think or remember?" I countered. "You are still the same unique you no matter how you dress." Calling Belle beautiful was pointless -- true but pointless -- because she would have read that as me trying to get back into her pants.

"You've never wanted for anything in your life," she mused.

"What the fuck?" I rounded on her. "Bitch, for two years I only got to take showers when it rained; forget having any deodorant, and for amusement we played tag with pythons because we only had electricity when someone was pedaling the bicycle." She rounded on me with an angry rebuttal but immediately burst out laughing.

"Yeah," she snickered, "and I finally got it out of Jill what a bad little monkey you were too. She told me you had 30 girlfriends and would screw around behind Tim's back all the time. You were a slut too."

"Where? Belle, look around you," I grinned. "I am still a slut and proud of it."

"Fuck you," she smiled. "Here I was getting worked up into a true fury and you come along and cheer me up."

"That's what friends are for," I quipped.

"I should have shoved Rio's head down that toilet," Belle teased. "You really complicate my life. Let's go in and grab a bite before we get all mushy."

That First Time

Fontana wasn't leaving until the morning so Valarie decided to spend another night at my place. I didn't want another night on the sofa so I opted for Rio and me to crash out in my dorm for the night. Vivian would be gone for the week; I hoped she would be spending quality time with her boyfriend Thomas.

Barbie Lynn would be around once she saw her family off, but Opal, Brandi, and Paige, plus Christina and company, were gone for the week. They were all due back Saturday afternoon. The dark lining to this silver cloud was that both Paige and Heaven were ... 'needy' and that didn't bode well for my Saturday night upon their return.

That left us with twelve other girls on my floor tonight, one of which was Iona. She had decided that her time was better spent keeping Rio and me in line than being bored out of her skull back in her hometown. I was sure the fact that we would have a good deal of unobstructed time together had nothing to do with it.

Iona was cuddled up with me on my right side on the large sofa closest to my bedroom screens. On my left, Rio was slouched down, channel surfing. She never stayed on any program long enough to see if it was any good. She was bored and angry. I was peripherally aware of someone activating the door and coming up but I wasn't paying too much attention until I noticed someone standing there and looking around for somebody.

It was Mercy. I could hardly believe it. Our eyes met and she shrugged in confusion. She couldn't see Rio because my buddy's head was below the top of the back of the sofa. I surreptitiously moved my left arm over the top and then pointed down to where she was. Mercy's eyes lit up and she skipped on over, her bouncing proving to me she was braless.

Rio was in such a foul mood, she didn't notice, so Mercy began leaning over until her shadow interfered with the suspended lighting. Finally, Rio rotated her face up to see what the problem was and looked right into Mercy's eyes.

"Hey, you," Rio sounded remarkably nonchalant.

"Hello, Rio," Mercy grinned hopefully. "I convinced my parents that I had to stay."

"That's nice," Rio shrugged. Considering all the hell Rio had put me through during Homecoming and this weekend about Mercy being gone, I wanted to start punching her.

"I wore my collar all weekend," she indicated the collar Rio (me, really) got her that had the school colors but Rio's initials on it.

"I expressly forbid you from doing anything that might tip your parents off," Rio shook her head. "Simple fucking instructions and you manage to screw that up," she sighed. "I'm going to have to spank that kitty, aren't I?"

Mercy's smile grew absolutely wanton.

"I bet you are not wearing underwear, you tramp," Rio looked put out.

"I seem to have lost them on the way over here," Mercy beamed.

"Really? 'I lost them' is the best you can come up with? Give me some nipple-age, damn it," Rio insisted. Mercy bent over farther while Rio unbuttoned Mercy's shirt.

"Remember, I'm only biting and sucking on these bad babies because you've been naughty, not because I enjoy it," Rio informed Mercy as she wiggled up to meet those naked breasts half way.

"Okay," Mercy sighed happily as the first dangling breast went into Rio's mouth and her lips sucked the nipple in so her tongue could abuse it.

Rio alternated between Mercy's tits, slurping and nibbling but not really biting down, as promised. She also reached up and grabbed her lover's shoulders, pulling her farther and farther. I was sure Mercy's feet had come off the ground. I would have looked but Iona took that moment to begin massaging my thigh.

I looked to her; she was looking over at Rio and Mercy when Mercy started tumbling head first onto the sofa. Rio rolled Mercy onto her back, her skirt bunching up around her waist to reveal her baby-smooth pussy.

"You are my bitch, Bitch," Rio growled as she pressed down on Mercy and tried to kiss her.

"No -- no," Mercy giggled as she kicked her heels, shook her head from side to side in an effort to avoid the kiss. "Please, let me go. I don't want to be kissed, or licked, or spanked, or have my body abused all week long. No, that would be horrible. Please, please, please, release me. I'll be good. I won't tell a soul about the terrible things you have planned for me."

Rio hovered there, clearly in shock.

"Why you rebellious little slut," Rio gasped. "Oh, I'm going to ream your ass for that little outburst."

"Eeep!" Mercy squeaked.

"Move that butt to the boudoir, you skanky whore," Rio pulled Mercy off the sofa, then spanked her bottom. Mercy looked over her shoulder fearfully and hurried that way with Rio in hot pursuit. Iona stood up, pulled on my arm and led my gaze to their retreating forms.