Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 33

"Stop it," she gasped for breath so I rolled onto my side and tickled her other underarm until she finally flailed in surrender.

"See Savannah, I'm not the bad guy," I grinned. "I'm not seducing you because I think you love Barbie Lynn's Dad and you simple need to worry a little bit less and love yourself a little bit more."

"How do I do that?" she panted.

"I want you to try on some of Barbie Lynn's new clothes and see what you like – and what your husband might like," I suggested. "I'm not asking you to dress like a teenager but not every day is Sunday school either." Oh God, I was talking clothes therapy to someone's Mother.

"But," she stammered.

"There is a screen right over there," I pointed out, "that you can change behind and the armoire has a mirror."

"But I'll be parading around her in my bra and panties," she worried.

"Well, that's a bonus for me," I shrugged, "but a lady with a body like yours should be wearing bikini's with less material – look at it that way."

"Well, don't ogle, alright?"

"Sure," I lied. What was I going to say? 'I'll pluck out my eyes?'

After several tentative steps walking to the dresser and looking over her shoulder at me with really worry that I might find her either too attractive or not attractive enough, I gave up. I covered my eyes because they gravitated toward her backside like a plant seeking he Sun. A minute later she finally spoke up.

"I can't find anything that I think will fit," she said in desperation. I had the answer to that; I went up and picked out the clothes Barbie Lynn wore to the concert a few weeks back.

"I can't wear this," she gasped in fright.

"Barbie Lynn wore this to a social function," I assured her. "It is perfectly fine and you aren't going to leave here in it, only try it on."

You see, the beauty of this pants/halter top combination was the lacing. I knew it would fit her but she'd be showing a bit more flesh than Barbie had. She looked mortified when she stepped from behind the screens and a little better when she saw herself in the mirror. I withheld my comment until she looked at me.

"I'm dressed like a hussy," she stated sadly.

"No; a hussy dresses like that when she goes to the supermarket. A wife wears that around the house to remind her husband he's a man and that she's his woman." Caveman mentality. Savanna gave her reflection a second, longer glance. This time she took in the sides, and dare I say, her ass; all of which were smoothed out and pulled tight by the leather.

"My ass looks younger," I caught her whispering to herself.

"My Boobs appear like they are about to bust free," she addressed me once more.

"Yes Ma'am – yes ma'am they do," I smirked. "That is the whole purpose of the design of the shirt but I assure you Barbie Lynn hasn't had one escape yet."

"Oh, that's nice," she went back to looking at herself in the mirror.

"Now there are some nice shirts in their as well as some – short – skirts," I directed Savannah. She came out in the first shirt trying to make the buttons hook but they wouldn't. I came off the bed and helped her. That is, I left most of them unbuttoned.

"But they – my husband can see my bra," she worried.

"Mrs. Savannah, that would be the point," I nodded. "Let him get a peek of the bra." We both heard the quiet footfalls and it couldn't be Heaven and Rio back so soon. Savannah froze and I reclined passively on the bed.

"Mom – Zane?" Barbie Lynn gazed back and forth.

"Baby-Child," Savannah blathered.

"Wow Mom," Barbie clasped her hands in approval. "The golden shirt with the plum bra is a wonderful combination for you." See, I trusted Barbie Lynn more than her Mother did.

"I was trying on some clothes and – um – Zane was helping me," Savannah gulped.

"Oh Mom, don't worry about it," Barbie hugged her mother, "Zane sees eight girls getting dressed every morning. He's used to it."

"Oh..." she trailed off. "So he's safe?"

"I'd never say that," Barbie Lynn glanced back my way and licked her lips. "But he's a good friend and I think that's more important. Let's try on this next; the black leather will look good with the knee boots."

It continued like this for a while. Rio and Heaven slinked back in with the now rather redundant set of conservative attire. We retreated to the head of the bead with Heaven snuggling next to me and Rio right beside her. Heaven and I shared a pillow – on our laps.

"Do you think they have any idea that we're all bi-sexual," Heaven whispered as Barbie Lynn was prying Savannah into a red bustier.

"Momma Mia," Rio hissed. "Those are some mounds. Big fluffy mounds."

"Seriously," Heaven nudged us both, "I'm going to need a blowjob if this goes on much longer." I moved my hand behind Heaven, worked it up her skirt and up against her panties until I was giving her bunghole quite a workout.

"Fine," Heaven ground out. "You can fuck me but I'm coming all over the sheets damn it."

"What was that?" Savannah called out. "Do you think this is too much?"

"Oh no Mrs. Masters," Heaven gulped. "If I wasn't totally into guys I would think you look – delicious."

"Why thank you Ms. Vickers," Savannah smiled.

"And if I wasn't totally into guys I'd have you chained to this bed and be ripping your clothes off right now," Rio added gleefully.

"Oh – huh – thank you?" Savanna responded more cautiously.

When Barbie Lynn – now totally torturing us – convinced her mother to wear a thong and a short skirt something had to be done. I reclined sidewise on the bed while Heaven built a pillow fort behind me and Rio dove under the covers to suck my feisty transvestite off. It was a half-assed endeavor and a minor miracle that nothing went wrong.

Finally Heaven yanked my shoulder back and took a big bite out of it. I could hear Rio slurping up Heaven's cum and prayed the others couldn't.

Is everything okay?" Barbie Lynn called out.

"Heaven's got a muscle cramp but we are working it out," I fibbed.

Second later, Rio's tussled head reappeared and she punched Heaven in the ribs.

"Shit Bitch," Rio scooped up some errant semen with her finger, "Have you been holding that up all week long. You nearly choked me."

"Why don't you come by every morning and we can work out an installment plan?" Heaven shot back quietly.

Regrettably, Savannah noticed our...acquisitions and reluctantly put them on but I caught sight of her running her hand over some of the racier things left lying around before she and Barbie Lynn left. I had barely gotten outside with Heaven and Rio to see if I was needed when a squeal manifested right behind my ear and a body slammed into me, bowling me over.

(Paige)

"Lover!" Paige greeted me. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Zane."

Now, I was on my back, on the floor with Paige in my arms and with her skirt flapping far, far too up her butt when darkness descended on my world. It took me a moment to realize that the two Joten standing behind the sofa were her parents – they were freaking HUGE! Her Dad alone looked like he played two simultaneous positions on an NFL team.

Paige's Mother was dainty only in comparison to her husband. Not that she's fat – oh no, this woman was simply big boned and brawny. I had to ask myself: what happened genetically?

"Zane, I want you to meet my parents," Paige studied my face.

"Sure," my smile wasn't too forced, "but you have to remember to give me a kiss for luck for tomorrow's match."

We rose up and my arm easily wrapped around Paige's waist. Mom and Dad seemed guarded and wary.

"What game do you have tomorrow?" the Dad (Roger) finally asked.

"Marksmanship Sir. I'm the spotter to the team captain, Hope Song," I smiled. "I'm Zane Braxton, by the way." I can do this. I mean, how many other girls here think they have their hooks in me?

"We have the impression that you and our daughter are – romantically involved," her Mom asked me. It was the way she stated it in disbelief that astounded me and pissed me off, as if big healthy strapping guy like me would choose their 'flawed' daughter.

"Paige is an upperclassmen so mainly we hook up for the hours of hot sex," I pulled her close.

"Come here, you," I turned and looked down at Paige she pushed up and kissed me deeply.

"What are you doing with my daughter?" Roger rumbled.

"I'm kissing my lady," I smiled at him, "What does it look like I'm doing Sir?"

"I don't know what you think you are going to get out of this," he snarled.

"Paige," I addressed the sultry albino who was all but humping my leg at this point, "what do I get out of your relationship?"

"Hot steamy White Russian sex," she purred in a Russian accent. Yes, this side of 'poor pitiful Paige' was new to her parents.

"But our daughter can't," the Mom stumbled verbally.

"Oh yeah, and I'm taking Paige with me on a cross country motorcycle trip this summer," I kept grinning. "I hope you don't mind – she's our computer tech and back-up bar bouncer." Maybe the bar-bouncer bit was too much.

"She'll get hurt," Roger sputtered.

"Ah, I bleed more than she does and there will be a dozen of us so if she kicks someone's ass and ends up in jail we'll be able to bail her out," I kissed Paige's forehead.

"Baby – Paige," Roger muttered softly. "How about we talk about this?"

"Sure thing Daddy," Paige agreed. "Zane, I'll catch up with you before you head out for the tournament." I swatted her ass, in full view of her parents, which Paige loved. She sauntered off like a woman victorious.

"You are such an idiot," Rio snickered in my ear. "That girl is a nut-bag and you are feeding her dynamite."

"Speaking of feeding someone some dynamite," Heaven took my hand.

"No one seems to need me at the moment," I squeezed her hand back. "Let's run for it!" and we raced for the bedroom like lovers possessed.

(Heaven)

I lay between Heaven's legs, her thighs arching up against my own. She wiggled her hips against me and her cock against stomach. I bit down at her nose but she laughed and turned her face away so I nipped her proffered neck instead.

"Ooohhh," she gasped. To show me how much she liked it, she rotated her hips, rubbing my cock around inside her.

"My Honey likes?" I teased.

"You know I do you bastard," she panted. "Nice, slow and hard."

I withdrew my penis and then eased it back into her depths. Heaven hisses out her pleasure and with her hands on my shoulders she pulls me in tight.

"God, I love you," she whispered to me.

"I love the woman grinding up against me too, Heaven," I smiled to her. She hiccupped in passion then began thrusting harder up against me until I could feel her ready to erupt. I took hold of her shoulders and begun pounding her in sympathetic penetrations.

"God Damn!" she seethed into my collarbone. Dampness flushed up my stomach and onto my chest to the very edge of my neck. Face to face sex really appealed to Heaven and she was really shooting off hard because of it. I slowed down; I hadn't ejaculated yet but I didn't want to wear her down while I worked up to it.

"Oh no you don't," Heaven gasped. "I – I know what you want," she giggled weakly. Heaven struggled against my hold.

"You don't have to," I said softly.

"I want to you dummy," she kissed me. "Now let go and I'll roll over."

"No, let me," I related before I leaned in for a French Kiss full of need. She gave one more surge of defiance then relaxed. Then I shifted my arm down until I reached the back of her left knee. I pushed it up until she passed my hip. Heaven was glowing with anticipation. I was folding her up and then I was going to pound her thoroughly and fully.

Heaven brought up her right leg all on her own but the real gift was the way she arched her back in ecstasy when I bottomed out in her with all the muscle power I could muster. We held eye contact as I drove into her time and time again. A tear escaped her eye and scarred her cheek.

"Babe?" I worried and slowed down.

"I'm happy Zane," she breathed deeply. "Happy." I resumed my energy and the very essence she was lending me set me off by surprise.

"Oh God," I gasped and gave her my seed. Heaven bit her lower lip as I sizzled up her rectum with my hot semen. A smile must have etched my features because Heaven became quizzical.

"What are you thinking about, Lover?" she asked softly.

"I think I've had the best homecoming ever," I answered. It took her a second to get it.

"You can keep coming home as often as you want," Heaven licked her lips and bucked her luscious ass against my still rigid rod.

(Brandi)

Hand in hand, Heaven and I had barely exited my bedroom when Brandi came rushing up with a girl in hand.

"Hey!" she beamed. "This is my sister March and she's coming here next year. I wanted her to meet you Zane."

How bad could this be? I squeezed Heaven's hand.

"Hello March, this is Heaven Vickers – my girlfriend," I shook March's hand with my free limb.

"Hey Zane," March said shyly then, "Brandi says you do things – with lots of girls here?"

"See how Heaven is smiling," Brandi whispered to her sister like some conspirator. "He makes me smile just like she is."

Well, I had to think, not EXACTLY like I do with you.

"Brandi, what did you tell her?" Heaven intervened.

"I told her," the two giggled, "that he's magic with his fingers and tongue and he'll do all the things I told her about to me, to her."

"You pimped Zane out?" Heaven snickered.

"It – it isn't like that," Brandi back-pedaled. "I sent her a link to his website and told her to hide it from Mom and Dad."

"And Brandi says we can have sex here with you and God won't hold it against us," March piped up. I had to go 'What the Hell?' I give out dispensations from God? He really ought to tell me these things.

"I wouldn't go that far," I got out.

"Oh, being with Zane is a spiritual experience," Heaven snickered. "Ten minutes ago I swear I was seeing Angles." I wanted to stomp on her toes because March seemed to be buying it.

"Are you a virgin?" March whispered to Heaven.

"I swear on the Bible that Zane's never penetrated my vagina," Heaven raised up her hand to God.

"Did he – you know – the other way?" Brandi leaned in expectantly.

"Until I cried tears of joy," Heaven teased her right back. I really wanted to stomp on Heaven's foot.

"What other way?" March joined the conversation.

"You know – like Barbie Lynn," Brandi giggled to her sister. Oh fuck.

"Didn't it hurt?" March sounded concerned.

"Oh no," Heaven stroked March's arm. "He's slow and gentle."

"Okay; fun conversation!" I declared. "I see someone who wants to kill me. March, you are a beautiful young lady with an exceptional sister and I'll see you next year." I stormed deeper into my apartment only to hear.

"Look at that ass go," Heaven sighed.

"Yeah," Brandi murmured. "Those pants are so tight." They are not!

(Cappadocia)

Rio was getting downright mopey when we headed for dinner. As we were going in, I spotted Cappadocia and what had to be her little brother, mother and father. I wasn't sure if she wanted to have me meet the folks so I tried to quietly move passed.

"Zane," she turned and called out. I deviated my path and went over. Rio tagged along.

"Hello Cappadocia, Mr. and Mrs. Davis and – um – young man," I greeted them.

"Tobias," the young guy offered his hand and I shook it.

"This is my good friend Rio Talon," I brought her forward. Mr. Davis stepped up and shook my hand next. His grip was stronger than needed in that alpha male style.

"It is good to meet you Mr. Braxton. My little girl says you are a promising candidate on the new to the first squad," he grinned smugly.

"Well, Cappy would know – she's Team Captain and I'm sure she'll be Captain next year when she'll get to decide if I stay on First Team," I tried to be nice.

"So does it feel bad to be beaten up by girls?" he joked.

"Well, if I ever get beaten up by a girl I'll let you know," I gave him my best steely grin. "Here I get beaten up by women – really tough women." That brought the big guy up short.

"Oh well – my daughters a real fighter alright," he stammered.

"I believe you – she's knocked me unconscious once – in a practice session. She laid me out cold for about a minute," I enlightened him.

"Zane knocked Coach Gorman down Father," Cappy came to my defense, "and took down three men who threatened some girls once."

"You girls shouldn't be leaving campus," her mother chimed in.

"Mother, we go out in groups and we are just fine," Cappy insisted.

"Are you responsible for this new attitude?" the Dad asked.

"Sir, I'm one freshmen in a school of 900 women," I shrugged. "The fearlessness was here before I ever arrived. It will be here long after I'm gone. I belief the unofficial motto for the Karate program is 'I kick ass for the Lord'," I sort of lied. Cappy said it and she smiled slightly the hear me repeat it.

"Yes," he muttered, "we want our girls to be strong in their faith for the Lord. It is good to see Cappadocia having a vibrant faith."

"Oh, I've seen Cappadocia vibrant," I smirked her way. She restrained herself from hauling me off and punching me because our act of vibrancy had everything to do with sex and nothing that she wanted to tell her parents.

Her dad missed it, her young brother wasn't even paying attention but her mother caught our undercurrent. A smirk creased her face as she looked the two of us over.

"Cappy dear, you to practice safety when you spar, don't you?" she cautioned her daughter.

"Yes Momma," Cappy gave a sly smile of her own, "I'm always careful, even when I have Zane down on the mat."

"As long as you keep control of the situation," the Mother nodded.

"You keep winning Girl," the Dad rejoined the conversation, "because you have one more year of playing around then you need to find a job and let God give you a husband." Cappy didn't flinch but I knew how hard she struggled for the team and having it disregarded by someone who meant so much to her.

"Maybe Cappadocia can either compete on a National level or train students when she goes home," I offered.

"She's real hardcore," Rio added. "No one trains as hard as she does and the other girls know it. Hell, when I first met her I thought she was some Inner City Gangsta Chick, she was such a bad ass."

There was my girl Rio – the Conversation Killer. Sure, Cappy was African-American but that never came up with us. As I recalled, she came from a moderately-sized town outside Atlanta Georgia.

"What?" the father darkened.

"Rio," I tried to pull her away.

"No," Rio growled. "Listen buddy," she poked the man in the chest. "Your daughter is an athlete and a damn fine one. If she was a he and in football you'd want him to try for the NFL so why are you treating your daughter any different?"

"I don't think you know what you are saying young lady," Cappy's father stated angrily. "Maybe I should have a word or two with your father."

"My father is a self-righteous self-serving asshole," Rio began before I started dragging her away, "and he knows I'd kick his ass if he treated me this way!" she finished screaming at him.

"Whoa Rio," I calmed her. "The truth is only going to rub that situation raw."

"Cappy deserves more than that," Rio spat.

"Face it, you are channeling some Mercy into this Bro," I said. "She'll be okay and back in your arms come Sunday. Cappy is tougher than her father knows."

"You hope so!" she groused. "I swear, with some of these bitches – they are perfect bright and confident then you roll a man around and out go the lights – nobody's home."

"Then we'll have to find a way to set them on fire so the light never goes out," I suggested. "Face it, you are the schools premier pyromaniac."

"That I am," Rio grumbled. "I'll find a way to burn this shit up."