Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 07

Before I could even set her on the desk Hudson was unbuttoning her shirt and peeling it off. I rested her carefully on the desk's edge but before I could make my next move she kissed me and wrapped her legs around my waist. She used her legs to balance while she worked off her bra and exposing her shapely breasts to my eyes.

I took that as an invitation to press Ms. Lane down and start ravishing her pale areolas and short, stubby, light pink nipples that hardened at my touch.

"Zane," she sighed through a wave of pleasure, "why do I get the impression this isn't your first time with a woman?"

"Mmmm," I expressed over my currently favorite nipple, "I feel that all that matters is that this is my first time with you. I've never been with anyone like you before."

"Ah," she gasped playfully, "I take that to mean 'over a dozen'," sigh, "you bad, bad boy." I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her, my face moist with her fluids and my saliva from engaging her breasts.

"This is a strange time to ask me to embrace a Purity Pledge," I teased her.

"It would be unethical for me to suborn perjury," she teased back as she stroked my hair. Hudson mirrored the real affection I sent her way.

"I admire honesty of character over social acceptance, Hudson. I'll lie to make someone happy but I won't lie to myself," I related and she nodded her understanding if not her agreement.

"So if I'm no good in the sack you'll tell me?" she bantered playfully.

"Sex is a partnership, Hudson. If it doesn't work, it is as much my fault as yours," I responded eagerly. Her eyes sparkled and the smile on her face took on a decidedly scholarly cast as if she'd judged me and not been disappointed.

I returned to her chest while Hudson drew back her legs until she set her hands to the back of her knees while sweeping her papers aside. I didn't ask for permission to enter her; I did what felt natural and in sequence with the pace our bodies were setting. Only as I slid in did she let out a nasal moan of pleasure.

Hudson's vagina was by no means tight, more like snug and comforting; it was a happy medium that my girth more than compensated for. She could definitely feel me rubbing against her vaginal walls and clitoris as I stroked in and out. She began to rub my hair with one hand and engaged her left nipple with the other.

I was busy thrusting into her with deeper and stronger penetrating drives, one hand on her pussy and the other one holding me upright leaving my lips to entertain the right breast with all kinds of nips, bites, teases and suction. Our division of responsibilities, never spoken out loud, was working out well for us and our desire to build to our next climax.

Hudson and I coasted along the edge of orgasm for twenty breathtaking minutes until she finally drew me into a kiss followed by a knowing smile and a nod. I picked up my tempo and angled her hips for maximum penetration as I took her up to what one of my early lovers had called the Mountain of Tears and Joy. In the end she clutched me tight and buried her head into my shoulder as she hissed out her maximum pleasure.

Ms. Lane barely missed a breath, pulling me into a string of kisses over my eyes, cheeks, lips, and nose.

"I know it is the wrong thing," she sighed finally, "to leave you alone with all these women. What chance do any of these poor girls have against candy as sweet as you?"

"I'd like to think I'm as much a victim here as any of them," I panted in reply, still slowly slipping in and out of her.

"Really? How often are you compelled to have sex, Mr. Braxton?" she interrogated me seductively.

"Once or twice," I offered up the truth.

"Once or twice a week?" she asked skeptically.

"No; once or twice a day," I confessed.

"How do you manage to sex twice a day on this campus?" she sounded incredulous.

"Well, there is the shower in the morning, then there is almost always an opportunity during club time, maybe sometime after dinner but before curfew, and lastly after curfew," I explained while Hudson look both aroused and surprised at the revelation.

"Don't you ... aaahhh ... ever get tired, bored, or sore?" she gasped.

"Meh," I shrugged, "I get tired sometimes, and sore on occasion, but I've never been bored with a partner yet."

"I noticed you didn't flinch when I told you my partner was a lesbian; homosexuality doesn't bother you, does it?" she inquired.

"Nope; I've been with a few men in the past," I answered. "Does that bother you, being a FFU alum and all?"

"It would have," she giggled in an almost mature way, "but I did a few things my first year in law school that curled my toes ... and opened my mind."

"I owe those people a big Thank You card," I teased her.

"Don't ... mmm ... be too hasty," she murmured, "More than one was of the 'nail the Christian bitch' breed. Those were some emotionally ... aaahhh ... tough times."

"I never see the women here that way," I promised Hudson.

"I didn't think you were that kind from the first time we met, but I checked with Virginia Goodswell to be sure," she told me. "Even ... aaahhh ... wow, you really know how to make a girl feel good ... Dana Gorman doesn't think you are a total waste of effort either." That was somewhat stunning since Dana never stopped giving me grief, right up to the effort to have me expelled.

"What ... mmm," I asked as my own seed began to rise, "would you have done if I hadn't come on to you?"

"Zane," she laughed, "I figured that you staying on your side of the desk was as likely as having a Texan walk away from free BBQ. The way your eyes undressed me at our first get-together convinced me that if we had a private meeting this would happen, though your direct assault was unexpected. Was my perfume too much?"

"Hudson ... Aaahh ... you would be irresistible in a green garbage bag and Old Spice men's cologne," I panted, followed by, "I'm going to come."

"Roll over," she commanded. As I did, she untangled herself from me and slid down my body until she engulfed my cock with her mouth.

She was perpendicular to me, on all fours, knees barely on the desk with my legs extending out to rest on the back of the chair. Her tongue swirled around my shaft in some erotic serpentine fashion I'd never experienced before. She must have sensed my fascination with her technique because she slurped up over my head and smiled in my direction.

"Being with a lesbian gives me a great deal of expertise with my tongue," she tantalized me before going back about her sensual torture. It didn't take too much time at all before I put a hand on her cheek. Hudson went a little deeper, sucked in with her cheeks and set me off. I pumped load after load of semen into her mouth but there was no swallowing and that left me a tad curious.

When I was finished she climbed panther-like over my body until we were nose to nose. She slowly opened her lips and a strand of semen began winding down toward me. I then knew what she wanted and opened my mouth as she dripped my own semen into it. A few strands into the process she lowered her lips down and kissed me.

We swapped my cum for some time before I could feel her tongue and mouth suck it back up. She leaned up, rolled back her head, and made an erotic display of swallowing my entire load.

"You are really fun," Hudson told me as she licked her lips. "Most guys are totally weirded out by that and won't do what you just did."

"I try not to be that kind of guy," I answered.

"You've done something special for me; what special thing can I do for you?" she purred. I felt a warm sense of anticipation consume me as I dialed up some of my deepest fantasies. The one thing I was absolutely sure about was that I was going to need more than one legal session.

Running at the Abyss

When I finally exited the school's legal offices, I figured I had a few options. Most appealingly, I could hide out for an hour and avoid Rhaine and company, but that would leave Rio out there in the cold. I was feeling stupid -- I went looking for my friend. A quick call to Iona gave me a tidbit of information that had come up in my absence.

More and more freshmen were identifying pro-Rhaine proponents and blowing them off like I was. There had been some severe friction but no casualties yet. I asked about Rio but Iona hadn't seen her; at the moment Iona was with Opal who was undoubtedly defending her from the pro-Rhaine forces.

I went racing off to the most likely location to find Rio. My first shot was a bust but on the way to my second choice, I caught sight of her with some companions. She had four girls with her plus a teacher, black hair up in a bun, while Rio carried her book bag and large pails of water held out at chest level. As I came running up, I could see the lines her tears had made down her cheeks as well as the welts running down her calves where they had been using switches on her.

"Arms up," demanded her chief tormentor. I was unlucky enough to be spotted on my approach and one of the girls pointed me out to the others and the instructor. One girl managed to insert herself between me and the group; she was someone I knew. I attempted to shift past her but she caught my elbow and turned my momentum against me, slamming me into the ground -- first team Karate club members can do that.

She had only enough time to smirk down at me once when I lashed out with my leg, clipped her ankle and sent her sprawling. We both rolled up into a kneeling stance but I was a bit quicker. I lashed out, grabbed her by the throat and slammed her head back to the ground. She gasped, tried to lash out, but I blocked it. I brought my knee down on her gut, knocking the wind out of her, then lashed out with my fist in her face.

I let my fist hover there for a moment.

"Bitch, get up and I'll re-arrange your face," I threatened her with dangerous intent. The girl's technique was really good but this was a real fight, not a tournament. The girl had a real look of fear written on her face.

"Mr. Braxton!" shouted the instructor at me; I ignored her and went to Rio.

"Let me take those," I softly asked Rio. She shook her head in the negative but didn't stop me when I took them.

"Mr. Braxton, that's it. We are going to see the Chancellor right now!" the teacher demanded angrily.

"Lady," I snapped back, "either I can take this burden to Rio's next safe haven and then go to the Chancellor's office, or I can go right now and you can wear what I'm holding."

Threatening a teacher was really a bone-headed play, but then so was thrashing a fellow student, throwing her to the ground, followed by a threat of further violence, and added to that interfering in someone else's Handmaiden's Duty.

"The bitch's name is Ms. Marlowe," Rio told me as she tried to massage the pain in her arms.

"Ms. Talon, that is enough from you; Mr. Braxton, give Ms. Talon the pails back and come with me," Ms. Marlowe commanded. Ignoring her again I turned to Rio.

"Where are we going?"

"We are heading to the Library," Rio grinned; like me, she wasn't waiting for them to bury us, we were running straight at the abyss. As we took off, Ms. Marlowe moved in front of us and the first girl began to get up.

"Sit your ass down!" I shouted at her, and she fell back on her ass. As for Ms. Marlowe, I grinned to Rio and handed back her one pail.

"On three," I smiled. Together we hoisted our pails and directed them in a swaying motion toward Ms. Marlowe. "One, two ...." I put my hand out and stopped Rio. Ms. Marlowe sneered at us.

"Why did we stop?" Rio questioned me.

"If we do it, you are gone," I informed her.

"What about you?" Rio wondered.

"I just beat a girl into the ground; I'm probably done for anyway ... which reminds me," I sighed, put down the pail and walked over to the girl, offering her my hand. She looked at it suspiciously before taking it and letting me pull her up.

"You caught me off-guard," she murmured softly.

"Don't fool yourself," I responded. "You wanted to stop me; I wanted to break you ... to save my friend." The deadly determination in my voice made her gulp. I walked to Rio's side and picked up the pail.

"Mr. Braxton, give Ms. Talon the pail and come with me," Ms. Marlowe stated.

"When I get Rio to safety I'll come with you," I replied which didn't please her one bit. She was about to comment when I interrupted.

"Seriously, what are you going to do, toss me out twice? I've been kicked, punched, beaten, and been bled raw; I'm not sure how the rest of the girls take it," I fought back.

"It is something called faith and devotion, Mr. Braxton," she tried to explain.

"You spout a big game," Rio spat, "but Zane knows more about faith, compassion, and devotion than your twisted heart will ever understand." And here I thought Rio would keep it simple like calling her a 'stupid bitch'

"Philosophy aside, we seem to be at an impasse, Ms. Marlowe. I'm not going with you until Rio is safe and that means we take the water to where she's going," I outlined the problem. "You can stop me from moving, but you can't make me move -- your call." That was the gist of our situation and we all knew it.

"It will be my pleasure to see you thrown out of this school," Ms. Marlowe ground out, which indicated that Rio and I had our tiny, temporary victory. I got us to the library where we were dutifully ordered to water some late summer flowers.

When we finished, Rio turned to follow me so I had to physically restrain her.

"No," Rio insisted as she tried to push past me and return to the outdoors.

"Stay here, Rio. Barbie Lynn should be out of Soccer practice soon; call her and she'll look after you," I all but begged her.

"I'm a fucking adult, Zane," Rio insisted.

"I know, but you getting nailed right beside me doesn't do either of us any good," I pointed out.

"I'm not afraid of these over-fucked cunts," she hissed.

"You should be," I whispered to her as I pressed my forehead onto hers. "They scare the hell out of me."

"I can do this," Rio now pleaded.

"Rio, if I go down, I take a vacation for three months; they bust you, and you're in prison for three years, and I can't live with that," I confessed.

"What are you going to do, come bust me out?" she joked through the bitter bile.

"Yes," I replied without pause. "I'd figure out a way." Rio stared at me for a long, long time looking for the lie but found only the truth.

"Fine, Asshole," she finally responded, "I'll play it safe for now, but if you are not back by dinner, I'm re-instituting witch-burning."

"I love you too," I replied softly as I stroked her cheek. She gave me a desperately fierce look, to which I had no answer. I turned and rejoined Ms. Marlowe.

"You made me wait, Mr. Braxton," she told me angrily.

"Happy Hanukah to you too," I retorted weakly, which did nothing for her disposition.

By the time I walked into the Chancellor's office, the particulars of my latest episode were all over campus. More than one girl lifted up a Bible as I passed and mouthed that they were praying for me. Right now, having God on my side wouldn't suck -- my bench was pretty empty. I followed Ms. Marlowe into Chancellor Bass's office, shutting the door behind me.

This time it was only Dr. Bass, Ms. Marlowe and me. Ms. Marlowe looked pissed, Dr. Bass was unreadable (not a good sign), and I was struggling to keep my courage.

"How has he added to his list of sins?" Dr. Bass asked Ms. Marlowe.

"He threw a sophomore, Mercy Chaplain, to the ground and threatened her with further physical violence. He has avoided and interfered with Handmaiden's Duties on multiple occasions as well as inspiring other freshmen to do the same," Ms. Marlowe listed off my dark deeds.

"You were predictably stupid, Mr. Braxton, though you lasted longer than I initially believed you would and got into far greater trouble," Dr. Bass stated. "We no longer have any papers you need to sign. We will pack your things and send them to your house. Please leave campus before sunset."

There was a brisk knock at the door and Ms. Goodswell sashayed into the room.

"Sorry I'm late but somehow my invitation to the meeting was misplaced," she addressed the room. "I imagine that we all are now aware of Mr. Braxton's faults but since we need a fair hearing to accomplish this correctly, Zane is allowed to consult with his Spiritual Advisor."

"There is nothing to be said here, Ms. Goodswell," Ms. Marlowe replied.

"Zane, explain yourself," Ms. Goodswell persisted.

"By our Code of Conduct, we cannot follow an illegal or immoral order. The Chancellor can remove a student officer of any position in the school hierarchy; she does not have the authority to make their replacements."

"Any supporter of Rhaine is following an illegal order, thus committing an immortal act. It follows that any support of Rhaine should be shunned. As for the girl I knocked down, she threw me to the ground first and had the misfortune to not be as good a fighter as I am."

"The fact is, you are a disruptive influence within the student body. I have already lined up five freshmen for expulsion on this matter. This intransigence will be crushed tomorrow," the Chancellor declared.

"I'll make sure their parents and lawyers get pictures of my, Rio's, and Iona's knees bleeding and the whip marks on Rio's legs," I threatened.

"I think I need to impress upon Zane the hopelessness of his cause. Ladies, give myself and Mr. Braxton the room," Dr. Bass ordered.

The others filed back out, confused and worried because, while Bass had one last trump to play, she wasn't going to share. When the room was cleared she assessed me in a way I imagine a hunter with a club looks upon a baby seal that made a valiant but futile effort to make it to the air hole.

"I know Heaven's little secret," she informed me, allowing a miniscule hint of triumph to enter her voice. I was floored; how in the hell was I supposed to respond? How long had she known, waiting to spring this on me when I proved too difficult for normal measures? Had she waited for us to form a relationship, knowing I'd play the White Knight like the idiot I was?

"I know about her, her troubles at home, and your relationship with her. I'm sure your Aunt Jill and the rest of your congregation will be interested in your homosexual relationship with a transvestite. Both of you will be extremely humiliated," the Chancellor laid out her sinister plan.

"Your time on the stage is done, Mr. Braxton; time for you to skulk off quietly. I'm sure all your devoted followers will be suitably heartbroken," she gloated slightly. The last bit was a bit too much and became my burning inspiration.

"Go for it," I shrugged. "Give it your best shot."

"I'm not you, Mr. Braxton; I'm not bluffing, the way you attempted to confound Ms. Marlowe and failed. I will do this, believe me," she snorted.

"There is no bluff here," I responded evenly. "I believe you will do it. All I want to know is whether you are incompetent or corrupt."

"Neither," Professor Bass said with narrowed eyes.

"Well, you were either incompetent enough to allow a girl with a dick to live here on campus for the past three years, or you knew and allowed all those girls to be put at risk on your own judgment, most likely influenced by Christina Buchanan's grandfather," I elaborated.

Professor Bass's jaw clenched and flexed.

"A Buddhist monk once told me that hypocrisy robs you of your foundation. You see, Christianity is inherently the religion of rebellion because it demands that you respect everyone regardless of wealth, status, birth, or sex," I outlined.

"This stands in opposition to authority, especially petty little tyrants like you," I finished and stood to go.

"You don't talk to me like that, you little bastard," Bass growled as she shot up from her chair.