(How much sex can one guy have in twenty-four hours and still get to church?)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

Running Away From the Fight

"Zane," Barbie Lynn greeted me happily and swept into my arms. Rio couldn't stop grinning like a lunatic and even Iona looked pleased. I was getting ready to do some serious tonsil hockey with Barbie when,

"Zane," called out Aunt Jill sounding worried and confused. I took a deep breath and headed to the stairs were she was standing, still groggy from sleep, in her dressing gown.

"Hey, Jill, the party is over and we'll be heading out soon. There is nothing to worry about," I soothed her.

"Is that sirens I hear?' she inquired.

"I'll go out and check," I promised her and with her nod I whispered good-bye to my closest girls and headed for the front door.

As I opened the door Christina moved to my side with a questioning glance.

"I need to find out how much trouble I've caused the Kappa Sig's," I explained.

"I agree -- we need to go find out how bad the trouble is and apologize to Tawny," Christina corrected me.

We walked once more across the lawn, this time in silence. As we crossed into Kappa Sigma property we noted that most of the cars had departed already but two Sheriff's Deputies had arrived. Tawny Flores (the Kappa Sigma Chapter President), Leigh (a sister) and some guy I didn't recognize were talking to them.

"That is Richard O'Fallon, the President of the AKA Chapter," Christina informed me in a hushed tone. They all flashed us looks as we stopped close by, the lead deputy looking our way.

"That is Christina Buchanan from FFU; she's was a guest at our party, and the boy next to her is Zane Braxton, our next door neighbor," Tawny introduced us.

I waited for the other shoe to drop but it didn't. No one was pressing charges and after taking our statements the Deputies left, somewhat perturbed. Richard gave the briefest of nods before departing himself. From inside the Sorority house we could hear the noises of the sisters cleaning up.

"Well?" Christina asked of Tawny.

"I'm still thinking it over," Tawny responded. "It isn't like a bunch of frat boys are going to admit some girls from a Christian school kicked their asses. Now I need to decide what to do with you. Zane, who threw the first punch?"

"I don't know his name but he was the AKA brother who had been hitting on Heaven earlier. He and four of his brethren shoved me into the downstairs women's bathroom. Earlier he had made a grab for Heaven so I grasped his wrist, but that was as far as that encounter went and that was over an hour before the fight," I related.

"Kappa Sigma has had a relationship with Alpha Kappa Alpha for nearly fifty years. They say you started it. Why should I believe you?" Tawny persisted.

"You may not know me well and I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but do you really think I'd start a fight with five guys in a girl's bathroom?" I answered.

"Yet you still managed to win," she smiled inquisitively.

"I lay the blame for my legendary fighting prowess on Heaven who was the first to come running, and Cappadocia who was actually in the bathroom when the fight started. She's sub-captain of the Karate Team and one of the guys called her a bitch. He'd be the brother on the way to the dentist," I added.

"I'll vouch for them," Christina stated, "and for Zane. He's not in the habit of being truthful, but he's not going to blame someone else for things he's done either." Considering how tumultuous our relationship had been, that was high praise from Christina indeed.

"I believe that the sisters and I will have to vote on this matter," Tawny addressed Christina. "We will let you know of our decision in a few days."

With that we were dismissed. I walked by Christina's side as we made our exit. At the tree line I looked to Christina.

"I'm sorry," I said softly.

"Did you mean to start a fight?" Christina inquired calmly.

"No."

"Have you ever been to a frat/sorority party before?" she continued.

"No."

"Then what are you apologizing for? You didn't see this coming and you didn't force anyone to show up with you. We came to have fun, we made a mistake, and now I will deal with the consequences," she finished saying. I reached out, took her hand and she didn't pull away.

It took about thirty minutes to get all the FFU girls squared away and most on the road home. Heaven made sure to give my ass a quick squeeze as she departed. By the time I trundled Jill off to bed I'd convinced her that Rio, Iona, and Barbie Lynn could stay. Rio and Iona would share my bed while Barbie Lynn would get the one finished guest room and I'd get the couch downstairs.

I lay downstairs for some time, ruminating over the mess I'd made of things and trying to figure a way out of it, but eventually sleep overcame me. In my dreams my mind wandered over all kinds of improbable events but became focused on a fantasy where Rio, Barbie Lynn, and Leigh were looking down on me and smiling and I was sure sex would ensue.

"Zane...Zane wake up," Barbie Lynn whispered to me.

"Huh...what...am I awake? Is this real?" I muttered.

Now, two things of note; the girls were lined up leaning over the back of the sofa -- Barbie Lynn closest to my head, then Rio, and Leigh (at my waist) and that Barbie Lynn and Rio, not having any sleepwear, were wearing my white dress shirts, closed by only the two lowest buttons, while Leigh was in a thin white tank top and short cut-off denim shorts (which I would see in a moment).

It was around sixty-five degrees outside so Leigh's thick, long nipples were poking through. Rio and Barbie were proving that no matter how crisp the look, a girl always looks better in your shirt than you do. Rio's breasts were playing peek-a-boo with me, but Barbie's were clearly on the verge of busting loose with two luscious mounds of succulent flesh.

Barbie Lynn kicked up her heels and tipped over the back of the sofa and dangled her boobs over my face.

"Is this real enough for you, Honey?" she murmured to me.

"Are you sleeping in the nude, Zane?" Rio teased me. She knew that I was wearing gym shorts.

"I'll check," Leigh volunteered. Before I could do much more than prop myself up on my elbows, and bury my face into Barbie Lynn's chest, Leigh had a hand underneath my light blanket, on top of my shorts, and caressing my throbbing member (I was having a good dream).

"Poo," Leigh pouted, "he has shorts on."

"Hurry and take them off," urged Rio. "He hasn't has sex in over two hours; the poor bastard must be near death from under-stimulation!"

"Your compassion overwhelms me," I muttered sarcastically through Barbie's bounty. By some mystic convergence I ended up with a nipple in my mouth smothering further protest.

I was aware of the blanket being yanked away, my shorts being pulled down my legs and then someone standing on my chest -- gak! Barbie Lynn pulled away from me, moving around the head of the sofa and exposing me to the sight of Rio balancing on my chest and stripping off her shirt. Leigh gingerly vaulted over the back, shimmied her tiny denim shorts down exposing her neatly trimmed pussy for everyone to see.

Rio tossed her/my dress shirt aside, displaying her lack of underwear, and Barbie quickly revealed the same as she appeared once more beside my head.

"What the hell is going on?" I growled. I should be forgiven for my non-sexual thoughts because I'd had sex earlier in the evening, I was concerned over the damage I may have done to Christina, and it was my prudish Aunt's house.

"I was asleep with Iona when this horny bitch -- Leigh," Rio gestured to Leigh while rhythmically balancing from foot to foot on my chest, "came climbing through your window."

"I left it open when I came over earlier to get your clothes," Leigh confessed. What she didn't mention was how she had to scale the trellis to get to the second floor.

"She was kinky enough to put her tongue into my ear," Rio continued, "like the fucking tease she is but stopped when I turned over looking for a little hot, sweaty lesbian action."

"I didn't want to stop," Leigh protested. "I only suggested that we add Zane in."

"And Barbie Lynn?" I questioned, which caused Rio to roll her eyes.

"I figured you weren't lame enough to actually be sleeping where you were supposed to be so we went over to Barbie-luscious' room, licked her to multiple orgasms," Rio went on.

"No, they did not," denied Barbie Lynn.

"We might have if she had not been up waiting on you," Leigh grinned.

"So we came down to find you," Rio finished.

"Where is Iona?" I asked.

"We left her in bed," Rio confessed. Leigh scooted down my legs, past my knees and wrapped her hand around my cock.

I took that as an invitation to let my left arm drape off the sofa to Barbie Lynn's leg just shy of her ankle and then worked my way up. Rio drew my gaze and settled down on her knees so that I could place my right hand between her legs.

"You were going to have an orgy and not invite her?" I said, rapidly followed by, "Rio, you forgot two of your piercings," I reminded her as I playfully tugged on her lower lip piercings and elicited a throaty moan from her.

"She was sleeping," Rio groaned, mimicked by Barbie Lynn as I slipped my fingers to her vagina and pressed two inside her wetness, "and I didn't forget."

"Well, go upstairs and give her the option, Rio," I demanded. When she seemed recalcitrant I gave her rings another playful, pleasurable yank.

"Fine," she groaned again, "fine, fine, I'll go get her." Rio stretched her leg out to the floor, stepped over me, and padded off toward the stairs.

"I'm ready," Leigh panted. She began shifting on her knees toward my groin.

"So am I," Barbie Lynn moaned. She was certainly moist enough, which my fingers could attest to.

Leigh propped up with one hand on my stomach while rubbing my penis along her well-lubricated slit. I kept switching my attention between the two ladies when Rio suddenly appeared at the back of the sofa with a mortified Iona.

"Look who I found spying on us," Rio teased. Iona tried to pull away but Rio kept her hand upon Iona's upper arm.

"Iona, you can sit back and watch if you want but kiss me first," I told her. I would have preferred for Leigh to wait but she was proving to be quite insatiable and as the rest watched, she slid my shaft deeper into her cunt. Leigh raised her face up to the ceiling and exhaled loudly. Iona gazed from Leigh down to me, a strange look coming over her face.

"Zane, I..." Iona began but then words failed her. Actions didn't; she leaned over and kissed me gingerly. "Zane, I ..."

"If you tell him you love him, I'll smack you upside your head," Rio threatened. Iona stammered then fell silent.

"Zane, baby," Barbie Lynn pleaded, "some attention, please." I reached to her thigh with my right hand and directed her pubic mound toward my waiting mouth. Barbie Lynn started to mount my head, facing the head of the sofa.

"Wait," Rio grinned, "turn the other way."

As Barbie changed orientation so she was facing toward my feet, Rio led Iona around to the front of the sofa.

"Who do you want?" Rio asked.

"What?" Iona wondered.

"Fine, you face Barbie Lynn and I'll take Leigh," Rio decided.

I was still doing the body dynamics of the situation, made more difficult by Barbie Lynn lowering her love box within an inch of my face.

"Oh, I get it," declared Leigh. She quickly dismounted my cock only to guide me back into her seconds later, but in reverse cowgirl. One body then settled onto my shins facing Leigh while a lighter body crawled onto my stomach facing Barbie Lynn.

I ran my right hand over this last girl's trembling thigh, moving up toward her pussy. My left hand began petting Barbie Lynn's kitty, avoiding her clit but teasing the tender flesh around it. God the woman feels so good and in the short time I'd known her, so damn perfect for me sexually; so giving and so receptive to whatever our passions dictated.

Leigh's vagina was settling into a nice series of contractions when she began slowly rising up and down. As I licked along her folds, Barbie's nectar coated my tongue and lips. At the same time a finely nailed hand I identified as Barbie's began rubbing against my hand that was beginning to explore between the thighs of the girl on my chest. I found no piercings so I verified this to be Iona.

Though preoccupied by the attention I was paying to Barbie's sweet spot, I sensed a shift in the movements of the two pairs of women above me. Iona kept tensing, shuddering, and then moaning in rapid succession. It took me a moment to catch on that she and Barbie Lynn were making out and I was pretty sure that Barbie was massaging one of Iona's breasts.

At my waist and below the action was far more feisty. Rio was pulsating against Leigh's body, her hands so vigorous that I could feel their strumming over Leigh's breasts, shoulders, neck and face. Her other hand was down alternating between rapidly stroking Leigh's clitoris, squeezing my cock when Leigh rose up, and cradling my balls when she came down.

"Fuck me like you own me, Zane!" Leigh cried out, "Fu-...Mmmphf." That was classic Leigh, going over-enthusiastic on me. I assumed she'd been quieted by Rio's tongue in her mouth. Like an empathic cascade, Barbie began moaning her pleasure with my oral activities and Iona began humping my chest with surprising energy; I was quickly learning to grab my breaths where I could.

In a way, like any eighteen-year-old, I was happy that my long session with Leigh, Paris, and Heaven had given me greater staying power now. As a man who had to be up in five hours and was looking forward to a long day, I was cursed. It had been foolish of me to believe that this would be one little tease and tickle and I'd be done.

Leigh climaxed first, mainly due Rio's far greater experience, especially with girls. While I was getting over that sensation, those two switched places on me like I was some sort of seat at an amusement park ride. If their lips ever left each other's bodies I would have been flabbergasted. What I did discover was that Rio was clearly not a virgin and had no problem with having vaginal intercourse with me.

I was also reminded of what a smart cookie Rio could be. She'd placed Iona in Barbie Lynn's capable hands, letting her sensitive nature nurture Iona through her first real sexual coupling. Barbie Lynn had her really worked up before the busty blonde squeezed her thighs together and hit a prolonged orgasm. Though weak, she managed to coax Iona over my face where I opened her up to a new kind of sensuality -- cunnilingus.

At my first contact, Iona jumped up with a yelp. She held herself there, forearms stiff against the arm rest of the sofa, out of easy reach. I didn't want to rush her into anything she was unready for so I turned my head and began kissing her thighs.

"Zane," she moaned. "Zane ..." Maybe there is some sort of compulsion in women to say my name?

Iona and I began the somewhat awkward process of administering a woman's first cunnilingus experience, complicated by her sitting on my face. To the credit of dozens of Thai women, Iona began squirming in the first few seconds, dripping within a minute, and cumming in my mouth inside of two minutes.

"Grrr...Oh Sweet Jesus, aaaaaaaahhh..." then, of course, "Zane!" Iona growled then cried out.

Barbie Lynn had the presence of mind to lift Iona off me so that I could resume breathing. At that time I assumed that I'd done my part for the day and we'd each go our own way.

"Oh! Me next," Leigh squealed as she removed herself from my knees and took several quick steps to my head. "Hey, Lover," Leigh grinned down at me before settling over my lips.

"Get to work," she demanded as I struggled to work the numbness out of my tongue.

"Come to me," I heard Rio calling to Iona who moments later settled down on my shins. My body began getting a resurgence of adrenaline, allowing me to lick and touch Leigh until she was on a razor's edge. At the same time I felt my cock getting ready to erupt.

I had to tap Leigh several times on the thigh before she'd let me up enough to speak.

"Rio, I'm about to cum," I cautioned her. Rio responded by vaulting off my cock and after some hesitation start to timidly lick it. Timidly lick it ... Rio ... oh crap. Knowing it was Iona giving her first blowjob kicked me over the edge and I began ejaculating. Iona gagged and coughed as the volume and taste hit her lips and tongue.

Several tense seconds followed until a steadier hand and stronger lips took over the duty of milking me dry.

"How was it?" snickered Rio.

"Kind of ... salty," Iona responded after some contemplation.

"Do you want to do it again?" Rio teased.

"Oh, yes!" Iona exulted. "I think I need to get some more practice, though."

"That's Zane; he's our practice dummy," Rio joked to both Iona and me.

"Don't say that," Iona protested (my mouth was busy). "He's very sweet."

"I thought you said he was salty," Rio giggled. I couldn't see Iona blush but I had no doubt she was.

"I...that's not what I meant...Rio!" snapped Iona.

"I can give you pointers," Barbie Lynn intervened. "Come up to Zane's room after ten and we can practice." At what point did I lose possession of my physical being?

I took out my frustrations on Leigh's pussy, strumming her clit violently and tongue fucking her as deep as I could.

"Oh, God, Yes!" exclaimed Leigh. "Fuck, I'm keeping him here with me."

"NO!" vehemently countered all three FFU girls at once. It least I was desirable, right?

Leigh tensed up, spasmed tightly against my lips and nose, and then coated me with her sticky-sweet fluids. Her scream was muffled by Barbie Lynn's lip-lock, coming across as some sexual, desperate growling noise. Rio worked my rod to hardness again and kept jacking me off.

"Who is next?" Rio chimed. I repeat, when did I become a cheap carnival ride?

"I'm up," Barbie Lynn rejoiced, "unless you want to have a go, Iona?"

"No, I can't. I'm still a virgin," Iona sighed.

"That's not a problem," assured Barbie. "There are...alternatives." I was thinking that introducing Iona to heavy kissing, fingering, blow jobs and pussy-licking in one night was enough. I didn't want to break her.

"Let me get you cleaned up," Barbie Lynn told me soothingly as she rubbed her hand over my chest. She got up and headed for the bathroom while Leigh pushed up enough to let me breath freely.

"Come here," Rio told Leigh, offering her a hand. Leigh took it and Rio pulled her off me and to the blanket they'd dumped on the carpet beside the sofa.

The intensity of the following actions projected to me that while Leigh was girl-friendly (what heterosexual guy doesn't hope every sorority sister is?), Rio was a dedicated and proficient bi-sexual. Rio even had the presence of mind to gag Leigh with the sleeve of one of my dress shirts. Iona gazed down at the display stupefied; it was that whole fundamentalist -- homosexuality collision.

"Come here," I suggested to Iona. I drew her forward, clearly urging another tongue-lashing for her.

"Can I sit here..." she smiled down at me when she reached my stomach, "...and look at you?"

"I...uh...yeah, sure," I answered as Barbie Lynn came padding back up silently.

"Here, let me," Barbie grinned as she scrubbed my face clean before she turned her attention to my crotch, using hand lotion to make my cock slick and ready to be inserted into her. As she positioned herself, looking over Iona's shoulder, eyes closed blissfully, Barbie Lynn wiggled forward and backward. Soon enough she began working her way down my length, her ass like a welcoming companion keeping the hearth fires burning inside.

"What are they doing?" whispered Leigh once she'd pulled the shirt from her mouth.

"He's making love to my ass," Barbie Lynn sighed joyfully.

"Barbie Lynn is a virgin so her vagina is a no-go," Rio teased.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Leigh questioned. Barbie Lynn shook her head in the negative.

"Oh, don't let her lie to you," Rio began, "It hurts like a son-of-a-bitch the first time you do it, but Zane's got Barbie here loving it. It has made her one obedient little bitch."

"Rio," I cautioned, "that's not so. Barbie Lynn and I have found something we like, we are good at, and we do it. It's not for everyone."

"So you two have never...Mmmphf," Leigh mumbled as Rio shoved the shirt back in her mouth.

"I'm about to twist her nipples off," Rio explained to the rest of us, "So I had better get her ready."

I found myself torn by the sensation of Barbie's warm, tight rectum and Iona staring down at me with a far-off expression.

"Yes, Iona?" I gasped to her.

"I never ever thought anything like this would happen to me; meeting girls like Rio, Barbie Lynn, and Leigh; meeting a boy like you...both naked with me sitting on your chest...getting so wet and feeling so wonderful," she confessed.

"I thought the first naked man I saw would be on my wedding night, if I ever got married at all," Iona added.

"Fine," I thought out loud, "if we both graduate, we agree to go to the same post-graduate school. I'm pre-med and you are...pre-Law, right?" Iona nodded. "We'll be roommates and I'll vet your boyfriends.

"I'd like that," she smiled at me.

Barbie Lynn leaned forward and started kissing Iona on the neck where it meets the shoulder. Iona murmured and slowly fell forward with Barbie right on top of her. I began thrusting up into Barbie's rump as she moved forward, bringing Iona's subtle breasts within reach of my mouth.

Beneath the two girls I felt Barbie's hand snake out and begin frigging Iona's slit and clit. We were rocking and sucking together for an uncertain amount of time before a sharp smack against Barbie Lynn's ass brought me back to my senses. Several sharp slaps by Rio followed before Barbie Lynn yelled passionately.

"Jesus Loves Me!" Barbie Lynn screamed before anyone could stop her. How I was going to explain this to Aunt Jill was beyond me. All I did know was that suddenly everyone was as quiet as they could be, considering the panting that was going on.

"Wow," Leigh whispered, "this was fun. We have to do it again."

"Amen to that," Barbie Lynn gasped.

"Amen," Rio and Iona followed suit.

"Sure," I added, "but not tonight -- I'm beat."

"Oh, come on," purred Leigh, "one more time...for each of us." I tried to cover my eyes with my arm but Iona was still in the way so I settled for nestling into her bosom instead.

Iona moaned softly while running her hand through my hair and pressing me tightly to her. We remained close for over a minute before Rio intervened.

"Iona, let him up," Rio joked. "He's right for once, damn him. We need to get some sleep. If I miss church my parents will skin me alive."

The girls slipped back into their clothes, kissed me with varying, searing degrees of heat, and headed back upstairs.

"When are you coming back home?" Leigh requested as she knelt by the sofa.

"Friday night," I responded.

"That's no good," she pouted. "How about Wednesday night?"

"I have a curfew," I explained.

"What time is it?" she persisted.

"Ten o'clock," I answered.

"I can make that work," Leigh assured me with a lascivious grin. "Show up at eight." At this time, protesting the situation didn't seem all that wise.

Raining On My Parade

Sunday morning around the breakfast table was rather awkward. It took one look from Jill to me and the others to know that she knew what had happened during the night; it was the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room that no one wanted to acknowledge. I would have preferred that Jill was angry with me because the hurt look she shot my way made me feel like a low-down dirty dog.

"Jill," I promised, "I'm going to take the ladies back to campus so that they can get dressed and we'll meet you at church."

"I...okay," Jill said dully. I race upstairs and dressed before coming back down to collect everyone for the ride to school.

"Well, that was memorable," Rio quipped as I pulled out of the driveway.

"Do you think she suspects something happened last night?" Iona asked timidly.

"With the screaming some of you bitches did, I think the whole sorority heard us," Rio mocked. I saw Iona blush in the rearview mirror and Barbie Lynn shot me an apologetic look.

"I'd rather have to deal with your enthusiasm, Barbie Lynn, than not be with you," I assured the blonde with a squeeze to her knee. Her responding grin was hungry with lust -- damn it.

"What about the rest of us?" Rio questioned playfully.

"I'd really miss Iona," I answered snidely, "but you, not so much, Rio."

"Oh, you are just pissed," Rio laughed, "that I put some batteries up your butt and looked for the vibrate switch."

"Why do you have to be so mean, Rio?" Iona asked.

"She's not being mean," I preempted Rio. "She likes us and she'd do anything for us, though she'd never admit it."

"That's not true," protested Rio. "I like Iona but that's only because she's so small I could fit her into my carry-on luggage and use her as my personal sex toy."

"What about Barbie Lynn?" Iona inquired.

"I'd like to spend a few days in an isolated cabin teaching ol' Barbie the joys of Sapphic Love, but in the end I'd be too jealous of her ginormous boobies to keep her around," Rio explained as she reached over from the back seat and grabbed both of Barbie Lynn's breasts and gave them a big squeeze.

"Hey!" yelped Barbie Lynn, more surprised than outraged as she slapped Rio's hands away. We coasted up to the security gate to the campus parking lot so we had to calm down.

Getting the ladies dressed and back to the car in time was comparatively easy after that. What to do once we got to church was another matter.

I had never been to this Sunday school and Barbie Lynn was of no help because she taught school to the nine-years-old and under crowd. Rio and Iona had previous experience at other churches but if it hadn't been for Christina and company, I'd have been at a total loss. They went to the women's class while I went to the men's (18-25) class, but they gave me some names to go by, including Mr. Coleman, my teacher.

Barbie Lynn had found out which book of the Bible we'd be studying but I'd failed to get to it so I was somewhat at a loss. Mr. Coleman was kind enough to stop calling on me after thirty minutes of humiliation but I served as the butt of amusement for my male colleagues for the entire time. I silently resolved to sleep with all their girlfriends if at all possible, but that was the angry, sleepy me talking.

My revenge turned out to be swift in coming. When we departed class and made the slow migration toward the Church proper, I was immediately inundated with FFU girls, all two hundred of us. The majority of the girls sat in one section of the church and convincing Aunt Jill to join our little group of Barbie Lynn, Rio, and me allowed us to stay together.

In short order I was the center of bevies of young ladies from the college as we took over a section of the Tabernacle in the back of the church until they were ready to begin. We sang, had a reading selected from the Old Testament, another song, a shorter reading from the New Testament, and then a long sermon about the wickedness of the material world.

Sitting in this massive house of God, plush cushion under my tush, hair touched by state-of-the-art climate control, with marble and teak floors/walls/ceilings and huge stained glass windows, I could sympathize with the whole 'Material World being evil' vibe. Pastor William corrected me by explaining the blessings God places upon his 'Anointed Ones', people chosen by God for success. I wasn't sure which book of the Bible that was discussed in.

We finished up with the collection and another song before the service concluded and we were allowed to disperse. Rio grabbed my bicep so hard that her fingernails bit through my jacket and shirt.

"For the love of God, Zane," Rio hissed, "get me out of here. I swear I'll give you my virginity ... again if you just get me out of this cesspit."

"It isn't so bad," Iona commented, "but it is awful big." Apparently missing the exchange, Aunt Jill dragged me toward the front of the church, not toward the rear exit like I wanted. Several men had gathered around Pastor William, mostly elderly looking but two or three younger ones as well.

"Ah, Glenn Braxton," Pastor Bill greeted me with that creepy smile, "your aunt tells me you want to become more active in the church."

That was the first I'd heard about that, or even thought it, but I elected not to embarrass Jill.

"I guess that's a possibility," I allowed. "What do you have in mind?"

"I think we could have a spot for an assistant with the Festivities Committee," Bill graciously presented to me. "They meet every Wednesday night at six."

"That would be fantastic," I lied. I would have worried more about lying in a House of God had Pastor Bill not been wearing enough cloth of gold to feed the town's homeless for a month.

"Fine," Bill grinned. "Lance, why don't you show young Glenn where he needs to show up?"

One, no one has called me 'young Glenn' since I was eight; Two, Lance was Lance Wellington, Mayor's son, just started George Mason Law School, handsome and vain, and yes, he mocked me in Bible class too.

Lance separated from the crowd around good ol' Bill with a smile that was as false as it was cultured. I shook the limp hand he offered but my return smile had nothing to do with Lance. A gorgeous young woman with long hair so pale blonde that it looked white in the filtered sunlight walked up and stood dutifully beside Lance.

"My fiancé," Lance gloated, as he possessively wrapped an arm around her waist, "Felicity Tolliver."

"Nice to meet you," I greeted Felicity. She hesitated a moment before shaking my hand while Lance looked on as if he was waving a nice, new toy in front of my face.

"You are an FFU alum," Rio interjected herself into the conversation.

"Rio Talon," I introduced her to the couple, "and Iona Becket." Barbie Lynn hadn't joined us yet.

"Felicity, what do you do now?" Rio beamed a deceptively friendly look. "Have you ever thought about helping out at the University? I bet you'd be great at it. I've only just met you but I feel inspired by your accomplishments."

What the fuck was all that about?

"Oh, thank you," Felicity responded. "I spend all my time getting our home ready for Lance so when we get married in the spring, everything will be ready."

I repeat myself, what the fuck was that all about? The woman had a college degree and she was reduced to being a one-shot interior designer?

"Maybe you could recruit some of us girls to help you at your house and in turn, you could give us pointers on what we can expect from life after we graduate," Rio kept going. Felicity clearly warmed up to the idea but waited on Lance to make his opinion known.

"Enjoy yourself, Felicity, with your little schoolmates," he told her in a condescending tone and added to the insult by actually patting her on the head.

"I'd be happy to come by the school, then," Felicity grinned like a loyal little puppy.

"That's great," Rio all but bounced up and down with enthusiasm. "I can't wait to see so much more of you and get to know all about you."

"That's enough of your little friends, Glenn," Lance stated. "Let me show you where you need to report to on Wednesday."

Right then Barbie Lynn showed up so I fished out my keys and threw them to her.

"Barbie Lynn," Felicity exclaimed before they hugged one another. I wanted to stay and ask some questions but Lance strutted away and I had the feeling I was supposed to follow him around like a well-trained dog.

I was regaled with the plentiful data that Lance knew about the church and who was who in it; my input was never required or even wanted. Only when I got to the actual conference room did I get any pertinent information; namely, that the Festival Committee was made up of the housewives of various bigwigs in the church hierarchy.

Apparently he found that I was on a 'women's committee' to be mirthful because there was some inherent inferiority in doing women's work. I decided to not throw a piddling little thing like childbirth in his face but then I began to have doubts that Lance ever had a mother.

"The committee is chaired by my Mother," Lance said dismissively. Well, damn, he did have one.

"Is she good looking?" I asked innocently. Lance looked at me with confusion, as if how a woman looked could ever matter, so I clarified. "Can I see what she looks like so I will know her when I see her?" Lance grunted non-committedly and showed me a picture of a woman on his phone. Holy Crap! She was Felicity but twenty-five years older, richer, and more mature in features.

"Have you ever thought you might have an Oedipus complex?" I had to ask. His mother and fiancé looked so much alike.

"What?" Lance said, rather confused.

"Oh, nothing," I evaded. "I need to get back to school." Lance clearly dismissed my earlier question as irrelevant and moved on with his life, which fortunately led me back to the parking lot and my girls.

I dropped the girls off at campus, pleaded with Barbie Lynn to meet me after curfew (she liked it when I begged), and raced back to Aunt Jill's for our midday meal.

After a few bites,"Zane, I saw what happened last night and I was shocked," Jill proclaimed.

"How much did you see?" I questioned.

"Enough," she snapped. "Zane, why do you let those women abuse you like that? What are they threatening you with?" she pleaded with me to tell her. I was speechless. How did she reach that conclusion to last night's events?

"Aunt Jill, this is part of my Christian duty, to learn humility from my classmates. And trust me, I was humbled last night...repeatedly."

"I didn't know about this," Jill wondered.

"It teaches me to obey those in authority, Jill. Maybe we could try it out here. They call it the Handmaiden's Duties. You can demand of me any task that does not cause permanent physical harm, Jill, absolutely anything you can come up with."

"I've sung songs, carried book bags, given massages, cleaned rooms, and changed light bulbs. There is nothing overly sexual about it, but nor is it forbidden. I do a lot of kissing as well, but it is all in good fun. Aunt Jill, take some time and think of something around the house you can command me to do, all for the sake of teaching me humility."

"Zane, did you like what they did to you?" she finally asked.

"Most of it was fun but there was a time when they had me crawl everywhere on my knees, which led to those bandages you saw earlier," I responded, totally avoiding what she really wanted to know -- namely about the sex.

"I thought they couldn't hurt you," she questioned.

"Special case; the Chancellor wants me gone so the normal rules don't apply," I informed Jill.

"That's not...is there anything I can do?" she responded.

"I'm good. She learned that I was more than willing for them to put me in the hospital and sue their asses off. Of course, that was this week. Next week it will be something new," I grinned.

"Zane, have you prayed on the matter?" Jill asked sincerely.

"Aunt, I worship every night," I replied; technically true as I was worshiping the female form every chance I got.

"I am sure that God will provide you with a solution," Jill promised me. I almost hoped she was right.

I Fought the Law

After returning to school, changing clothes, and doing some homework, I returned to the parking lot right before five, still chuckling over Rio's amorous plans for Felicity...or more like darkly sensual plans for her. Iona and I made more constructive plans for a Tuesday evening get-together of the freshman class up in the Solarium. A great cleanup would hopefully ensue.

Christina stood by the car while Heaven leaned against it. I admit that I resented her being there but Christina had this thing about protecting her best friend. As I approached, Heaven got up and walked around to the passenger side of the car.

"Whoa, where are you going?" I inquired. Heaven and Christina looked confused, then Heaven looked a little pissed.

"I need a kiss," I explained to Heaven.

"Zane, don't be an ass," Heaven growled but all I did was tap my lips with a finger. Christina had the good sense to stay out of this. "Grrr..." Heaven snarled as she stomped around the car to me. She leaned up and gave me a brief kiss, then backed away.

"You can do better than that," I whispered to her seductively. "Kiss me as hard as you want me to hammer you tonight." That got her all screwed up inside and I could see it, but in the end lust won out over bad dreams and Heaven sensually stepped into me, pulled my face to her by the back of my head and kissed and kissed and kissed, our tongues warring for some time.

"I don't know if I can live up to that," I panted down at her.

"You had better," she taunted me as she patted my face then walked away.

"When should I expect you back?" Christina spoke up.

"I'll have her back by curfew," I assured her. Heaven snorted.

"I'll bring him back when I'm done with him," Heaven chortled; she was really enjoying this now. We remained remarkably silent for the first few miles until we pulled into the restaurant. "What are you doing?" Heaven questioned with unusual timidity.

"We are getting something to eat," I answered matter of factly.

"For real?" she wondered.

"Sure. I asked you out on a date. What were you expecting?" I questioned.

"Honestly, I expected you to drive me down some dirt road and screw my brains out," she admitted, emotionally conflicted.

"I haven't been on a real Western date since I was fifteen but I think I have the formula right: food -- movie -- sex," I joked. The look she gave me demanded that I clarify things. "This isn't a joke to me, Heaven. I wanted to go out with you and I hope we have a good time tonight; it is not my object to simply bang you and go home."

"But why me? I know I asked you to spend time with me, but why this?" Heaven continued.

"Heaven, I find you hot, sexy, and you wanted to spend time with me," I responded. "Did I make a mistake?" Heaven thought that over for a few moments then a smile blossomed onto her face.

"No, you didn't make a mistake," Heaven grinned slyly, "but even though this is my first time out with a guy, don't think you can get away with anything."

"What, no blow job?" I teased her, which earned me a glare. "I take it a titty-fuck is out of the question," and she hit me hard but then she snickered.

"Behave!" she commanded while shaking a finger at me and grinning. "Now come around and open my door. That is what gentlemen do." I wasn't sure about being a gentleman but hey, I got out and opened Heaven's door for her. When she got out, I shut the door, wrapped an arm around her, and took her inside.

As we sat down to eat a few subjects invariably caused problems; mainly, Heaven's family. She was fine telling me about Christina and their days in private academy together. The two had been inseparable since first grade and spent all their holidays together. Only when I talked about their future did Heaven grow silent.

"I'd like it if you stuck around once Christina and I are married," I stated. "Our kids would need an aunt that we could trust to look out for them no matter what."

"That's not funny, Zane," Heaven responded venomously.

"I'm serious; Christina trusts you with her life and that's enough of an endorsement for me; plus, I honestly like you, Heaven," I explained.

"Our lives are perfect without you," Heaven countered.

"Heaven, do you plan to marry Christina and have children with her?" I inquired. "If so, I'll step out of the picture." Heaven studied me and twice was on the verge of saying something, most likely telling me to piss off and leave Christina alone.

"She likes you," Heaven whispered, as much to herself as me. "I've never seen her give a guy the time of day until you came along. They all want her for sex, or for her money, but you make her laugh."

"If it is any consolation, she is laughing at me, not with me," I joked. Heaven glared once more.

"You care about me," she continued on. "No one has ever done that before. All the other people treat me like a nuisance but you...you made me your lover," she sighed but that sly smile returned.

"How does Christina feel about that?" I asked.

"I...I think she's happy for me but a bit jealous too. Everything Christina has ever wanted, she's gotten, or gotten first, until now," she informed me.

"I hope she doesn't show up on all our dates. It is a little creepy," I smiled back. Heaven chuckled at that; usually she played the role of creepy companion.

"What would you do if Christina asked you to stop seeing other...women?" Heaven said softly.

"I'd tell her, I'm eighteen and I plan to live it up a little for a few years before I calm down," I assured Heaven, "and I'm holding out hope for a few three-ways between us even then."

Heaven reached across the table and hit me playfully.

"You are sex obsessed," she accused me, but again in a teasing manner.

"Heaven, if you would stop looking so beautiful then maybe I could think about something else," I reposed. The magic of calling a woman beautiful took hold of Heaven and made her blush.

We quickly finished diner and made our way to the Cineplex where I took her to see Wreck-It-Ralph. She was initially skeptical about seeing an animated movie but after the first ten minutes she was totally into it. I opted to forgo the obligatory make-out session in the theater because I felt it would ruin the moment.

"Best date ever!" she proclaimed as we got back into my car.

"Heaven, this is your first date ever," I pointed out.

"Still, it is the best, Zane. I feel like I can do anything," she exulted gleefully.

"That's the point of being young, to do anything -- to be free," I explained. The look she gave me was both quizzical and priceless.

"I think I know what she sees in you now," Heaven commented softly; by 'she,' I hoped she meant Christina. I didn't have too much time to dwell on that because Heaven reached across the seat and began caressing my thigh closer and closer to my growing hard-on. Before long, we were leaning into each other and kissing romantically as the car drifted off the road. I abruptly corrected and we had this giddy moment when we both realized how close we'd come to trouble.

We were still in that moment when the sirens came on behind us. Two run-ins with the law weren't doing my academic future any favors.

"Oh, crap," Heaven muttered. "What are you going to do?"

"Stop and see if I can bullshit my way out of a ticket," I responded hopefully. I was going for the 'honest officer, I was only trying to get a little action with my girl here' defense.

I pulled over into the driveway of an abandoned house and waited for the inevitable. I found Heaven looking at me somewhat fearfully; then it dawned on me that she'd never faced the police in an adversarial role before, such was her privileged lifestyle. When the officer, a city cop, got out of the car I did a double take; it was a woman. Going for the 'kicking boots with the girl' defense was gone and since I was with a woman it was not likely I could do a 'lone, lost puppy' plan either.

"Zane?" Heaven whispered. "Are we going to ..."

"I'll think of something, Heaven. I'll keep you out of it," I promised, but that was all I had time for.

"License and registration," the officer told me. I handed them over quickly and tried to smile at her. "Hi, Officer Campbell," I greeted her, taking her name from her uniform.

She looked over my cards then leaned into the window.

"Do you have any ID, Miss?" she asked Heaven. Heaven scrambled to pull out her FFU ID because that was all she had -- she didn't know how to drive. The officer looked it over then handed it back to me.

"So what's going on here?" she questioned us.

"We are out on a date," I responded.

"In all my years here I've never seen an FFU girl out on a date," the officer replied skeptically.

"Well, it couldn't be all that many years," I quipped immediately which caused the woman to stare at me. "Because you look so young," I stumbled along. She stepped away from the door after a moment to mull over what I'd said.

"Step out of the car," she commanded. I thought about protesting but that really was counter-productive.

"Turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car," she said next. As soon as I complied she began a serious pat down, starting from my wrists, going down my arms, my collar, and then down my body.

She skipped my groin, which I and my fear-hardened cock were grateful for.

When she finished doing both legs she ran one hand up my ass and the other around my front to take hold of my penis.

"Planning to give that tight little FFU pussy a work out, were you?" she whispered into my ear. If only she knew.

"That was something I had considered," I confessed.

"I'm afraid I can't let that happen," she told me. And then louder, "I'm charging you with a DWI. Come back with me to the patrol car. Are you going to be any trouble? Do I need to cuff you?"

"No, I'll behave, but I swear I've not had a drink or done any drugs all night long," I promised.

"We'll find out about that back at the station," she informed me as she pressed me over to her vehicle. She opened the driver's side back door and sat me down forcibly on the seat. "I'll have to call someone to pick up your girlfriend at the station. I'm afraid I'll have to impound your car for a more thorough search."

"Please don't do that," I responded with a start. "She'll get in a lot of trouble. Can't she call someone to come pick her up?"

"I'm afraid not," the policewoman smiled down at me in a smug and superior manner. "Besides, who do I call about you? You seem awful young to be running around all alone. Where do you go to school?"

Seeing my reticence to answer, Officer Campbell went through my wallet and pulled out my FFU ID, looking it over curiously.

"It's a long story," I sighed, "but it is legitimate. I'm at FFU too."

"It looks like the Chancellor will be coming for two students tonight, then," she noted.

"Please, is there any way you can leave Heaven out of this? It is my entire fault." This was mostly a lie but...oh, hell, why stop now? "I'll take full responsibility." And most likely get expelled. The officer studied me a moment with a tilt to her head.

"Maybe there is something you can do. Can you impress me with what a good boy you can be? It would take some extreme effort on your part," she grinned mischievously. I could only nod.

"Take off your pants," she commanded curtly. I saw little hope or option so I hurriedly did as I was told. Any worry that my good friend wouldn't comply was dispelled when her warm hand surrounded the shaft and gave it a playful tug. She knelt down between my legs and stroked me a few times as she took in my dimensions.

"If you cum in under thirty seconds like most of your college asshole buddies, you are spending the night in jail," she instructed me. Since I could barely remember a time when I lasted less than five minutes, I shrugged and nodded. She started licking my tip then wrapped her full lips around my throbbing head and took around two inches in. Man she was good at this, making me wonder how many college guys she'd snuck up on over the years.

For the next thirty seconds she energetically tried to make me out to be a liar, but she was good, not great, and I survived the experience in style. The next two minutes she took at a more leisurely pace, getting into the deed and enjoying the experience.

"Let me see your tits," I suddenly felt inspired to ask. How much more trouble could I get into?

She slurped on me for a few more seconds before pulling free.

"Danica; my name is Danica," Officer Danica Campbell enlightened me. She also guided her head back onto my cock and began taking off her shirt and light ballistic vest. This revealed a damp wife-beater, white sports bra, and deceptively large sweaty breasts under it all, definitely more than a handful.

With some deft manipulations and alternating between hand-strokes and sucking, we got the rest of her upper clothes off and I began kneading and caressing her gorgeous globes, her nipples hardening in the cooler night air. I also took the opportunity to take off my shirt as well.

"I want to fuck you now," she relayed to me in a husky voice.

I started to scoot back along the rear seat when Danica leaned forward resting a hand on the car's cab over the door. Her breasts hung free and I went for them, pulling them with my hands and sucking one nipple hungrily, then switching to the other.

"You are making it hard to concentrate," she panted to me, but that was the extent of her protest.

When she finally untangled herself from her clothes, Danica pushed my pants and shorts down and started to straddle me. I saw her rip a condom wrapper open with her teeth and felt her hands roll it down over my penis.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I asked. "I wouldn't mind returning the favor."

"Sweet kid," she murmured appreciatively, "but I'm sure I'm ready." She reached between her legs and smeared some of her fluids she collected over the tip of my nose, lips, and chin. I sucked on her two fingers when she let them linger, which only made her happier. Her fingers free once more, she guided them between her thighs, positioned my head to her moist opening and sank down my shaft.

Danica rocked back and forth for a minute, slowly letting more of my cock slide into her until she had finally engulfed it all. She let out a deep, soulful sigh and sat there experiencing being filled up for a moment before she started to ride me. When I say she rode me, I don't mean she rocked back and forth, up and down in a rhythmic fashion; Danica rode me like a wild bronco, slamming into me like a woman possessed and leaving me with a deep seated fear that she'd dislocate my hips.

The one saving grace was that she didn't last all that long, she couldn't, and when she came, she thrashed hard against me, but thankfully in a series of low growls. Her screams would have been deafening in the confines of the car's back seat. She lay against me taking deep breaths, if not breathless.

"Not your average college boy," she sighed as she rested her hands on my chest.

"I'm not done yet, Officer Danica," I told her. I rolled us over, putting her on the bottom and taking hold of her legs. I wedged her left foot up against the back seat and door frame and the right over the headrest on the driver's side, spreading her wide open and helpless.

"Aaahhh fuuucckkkkk..." Danica moaned as I sank into her again, "don't you get tired?"

"Can't you tell?" I grinned, "I'm trying to impress you." I ground my pubic bone into her clit for good effect with Danica's eyes rolling back in her head accentuated by a growl from deep from her diaphragm.

The 'slap, slap, slap' sound of my groin smacking her soaking wet pussy filled the car and apparently echoed out into the night. Danica flailed her arms above her on the seat and tossed her head back and forth in ecstatic rapture. I really was feeling like I was doing a good job because a minute later she shuddered into another orgasm so hard, her flexing legs made her feet push out, causing the car's frame to squeak.

I moved her ankles back down then turned her around, leaving her on her stomach as I worked behind her and between her legs.

"Huh?" she muttered as I spread her legs farther apart and pulled her up by the hips onto her knees, doggy-style. I teased her cunt with several passes of my cock before settling on the cusp of her entrance.

"Aaahhh" we moaned in unison as I sank my penis back into her sweet pussy. I pushed forward gently and Danica slowly responded. "Oh, fuck," she added as I pushed to my maximum depth.

"You like?" I asked softly as I leaned over her.

"Yes..." she slurred, heady with passion. "...I like it, now give me more. Please give me more now."

She was the arresting officer so I felt obliged to obey, picking up the tempo and smacking our flesh together in a resounding union until she growled once more, balled her fists against the vinyl seat and snarling into the fabric. I slowed down long enough for her to start to recover, then I drove her hard once again.

I caught sight of the movement at the opposite door before Heaven opened it. Danica looked up and struggled to her elbows.

"I don't do girls," she gasped out between my rocketing impacts into her sex.

"That won't be a problem," Heaven assured her before sitting down with her back to both of us and began to pull off her skirt and underwear.

"Heaven, are you sure about this?" I cautioned her. If I was uncertain about what I saw about to happen, I was certain that Christina would have kittens (and blame me). In the end it was Heaven's choice, though, and I owed it to my date to support this.

"I told you I don't...oh, my God!" Officer Danica gasped as Heaven turned around, got on her knees, and thrust her cock toward the policewoman's mouth.

Danica backed up against me, trying to avoid Heaven, but I held fast.

"Open up," Heaven ordered the cop as she rubbed her cock over the woman's lips. Danica shook her head until Heaven ran her hands through her hair and yanked up. Danica yelped and Heaven stole the moment to shove her cock in.

"Mmmphf," Danica mumbled around Heaven's tool. Soon she was gurgling and slurping as Heaven made rapid use of her mouth.

Initially Campbell resisted Heaven's deep thrusts but slowly her protests lessened and her moans of pleasure increased. She even went so far as reaching up for Heaven's hip and pulling her in tight.

"Oh, damn, this bitch is good," Heaven moaned. Danica made a rebellious noise in response.

I backed up enough so that Danica could remove Heaven's penis from her mouth.

"Watch it," she scolded Heaven as she kept a hand on the younger woman's cock, stroking it rapidly and with passion.

"More sucking; less talking," Heaven insisted as she stuck her rod back in Danica's mouth.

This wasn't a fight I was going to get in the middle of. I decided that since Heaven was already having a ball, making Danica happy was my main concern. I ran both hands along her sides, one doubling back between her legs and starting to tickle her clit while the other cupped a breast and began teasing her nipple. By the way Danica gyrated her body under me, I could tell she was getting into it.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...Zane!" Heaven cried out. At the last moment she locked her eyes with mine as she made Danica choke on her meat and shot gob after gob of cum down her throat. Danica spewed and sputtered as Heaven finished abusing her face. The cop had only a few seconds to catch her breath before Heaven stuck her semi-flaccid member back down her throat. Heaven stole the moment to lean in and French kiss me intensely over Danica's body.

Danica gamely took Heaven's cock and went back to sucking for all she was worth. Heaven took on a different approach this time, coaxing Danica along with fingers softly coiling and uncoiling her hair and gentle touches to her cheeks. Our trapped police officer became lost in her own growing ecstasy, which was only short-circuited by Heaven suddenly pulling out.

"Let's switch up," Heaven suggested enthusiastically as if Danica's orifices were musical chairs. On the other hand, Danica had asked for this (sort of) and Heaven really seemed to be coming out of her shell so I nodded. I kept thrusting into Danica who, if aware of our intentions, gave no indication of any resistance.

Heaven, now topless, tapped me on the shoulder when she came round and when I separated she gave me a high-five. Heaven's face when she slipped into Danica's cunt was pure bliss.

"Ooohhh...yeah," Heaven exhaled triumphantly. "This is great."

"I'm sort of partial to Officer Campbell's body too," I agreed.

Danica kept up a series of 'ugh, ugh, ugh's' in reaction to Heaven's exertions until I came around to the passenger side of the back seat and settled in facing her. She looked up at my crotch and then up to me with exhaustion tinged with fear.

"It's okay," I stroked her hair and didn't press forward. She lowered her head to the seat for about half a minute as she absorbed Heaven's thrusts.

"Here," she mumbled, as she pushed up onto her hands once more, "let me help with this." She took my condom off, grabbed my cock by one hand, and after giving me a faint grin began taking in my head. I couldn't stop myself from giving her a little extra but Danica took it like a trooper.

"Damn, Zane, we are double-stuffing this cop. I bet she didn't expect this tonight," Heaven laughed gleefully.

"Mmmphf, mmph, mmph," Danica mumbled between slurps and sucking noises.

"That's a good girl," Heaven consoled Danica as she petted her ass and flank. "You like this, don't you?" For the longest time Danica didn't respond so Heaven teased her. "Do you want us to stop, Officer Campbell?" Another pause, then Danica pulled her lips off my cock.

"No," she whimpered, "I'm loving this." She went back to sucking my cock and Heaven began slamming her hard as a form of reward. Soon enough, Danica spasmed to another orgasm and then nearly collapsed onto the seat.

"Zane, I want her ass," Heaven beamed at me like a sex-possessed maniac.

"Noooo," moaned Danica, "I don't ..." Heaven cut that off with a sharp slap to the ass.

"I've got an idea," I grinned back. I moved Danica to the back of the seat and scooted underneath her. I pulled her back on top of me and Heaven helped me insert my cock into her well-fucked pussy.

"Oh, yes," Danica gasped, as I squeezed my cock into her cunt once more. That was nothing compared to the noise she made when Heaven ran several fingers over her snatch, getting her fingers nice and wet before sinking the first one into her anus.

"No...Mmmm," the policewoman got out before I buried her protests with a kiss.

When I let go she looked down at me with a captivating degree of sexual hunger that was exciting. Heaven began feverishly working her finger into Danica, making her shut her eyes as she tried to cut off the pain of her first anal experience.

"Kiss me if it gets to be too much," I whispered to her; Danica nodded.

On cue, she dove onto my lips twice more before Heaven had me sit still and I felt it as she urged her cockhead against Officer Campbell's anal opening.

"Shit! That hurts," Danica shouted out in pain.

"I'm going to own this ass," Heaven taunted her over her shoulder while moving deeper incrementally.

"Ooohhh," Danica moaned, as tears welled up in her eyes. "I can still...make you pay." Heaven draped her body over Danica's and began rubbing her taut nipples along her back. The policewoman gasped and shivered from the sensation.

"You like this?" Heaven murmured to her, rubbing her rigid nipples over Danica's flesh. "I've got more where that came from."

While Heaven drove her hips forward as she pumped her cock deeper into Danica's ass, she took nips out of the cop's shoulder blades and back while massaging both of her breasts with her hands. I had one hand working her clit in a sensual cycle while my other hand caressed her cheek. By the look on her face, my FFU-mate was coming into her own; a beautiful sight.

"I can't take it, I can't take it, I can't take...Aaahhh!" Danica went off one final time.

"Her ass is like a vise," shouted Heaven, as undoubtedly Officer Campbell's anus was contracting around her penis during the orgasm. "Bitch...here it comes," Heaven screamed. I could sense the heat of her seed course through the thin walls separating our cocks inside Danica.

Two more thrusts and I was joining them in climax. We were all pressed together for a minute before Heaven finally got her head together enough to move.

"Fun-fucking-tastic," I growled. Heaven pulled out of Danica's ass with a 'pop' which gave the policewoman a jolt. In a strange turnabout that left me wondering, Heaven leaned down onto Danica one more time.

"That was great, Officer Danica Campbell. This is the best sex I've ever had," Heaven related in a disarmingly tender voice. Danica looked over her shoulder and after a moment of reflection nodded.

"No problem." Turning to look down at me, the policewoman added, "Now watch your driving, young man. I don't think I can let you off so easy next time." This was easy?

I rolled Danica's back to the seat and carefully withdrew from her and got out of the car. The entire back seat was a mess of sweat and other fluids. She slipped down from a semi-sitting position to resting on her side, her head on an arm as she watched me get dressed. Heaven hobbled over to the far side and retrieved her clothes there.

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked Danica as I finished up.

"Yes," she murmured with a smile. "Get your ID from my clipboard on the roof and I hope I can trust you to not...knock up your 'girlfriend'; alright?"

"I think I can manage that, Officer Campbell," I smiled at her and her little joke. She closed her eyes and I noted a satisfied smile ease onto her lips. We may have been one of the best fucks of her life.

We pulled back onto the road in utter silence and I was beginning to worry about what would be going through Heaven's mind when she reached over and took my hand without looking.

"Happy?" I inquired. She studied me for a moment, biting down her reflexive response.

"You'll never know how...I hope you never have to know how much this meant to me," she corrected herself.

"So you wouldn't be opposed to going out with me next weekend?" I asked.

"Well," she smiled after a moment, "since you are my lover I really should spend some time with you, so, okay."

"We'll work out the specifics later in the week," I promised as we swept into the parking lot.

Christina and company stepped out into the glow of one of the streetlights as I parked and we disembarked from my ride. I was thinking of the best way to put things but Heaven trampled my efforts to be cool.

"It was great," she bubbled. "We got a bite to eat at that Oriental place on Market Street, then went to see Wreck-It-Ralph and then..." she looked around suspiciously, then she added with a whisper..."we had sex with a woman!" Christina gave me a desperately curious glance. "I mean she sucked me off and then I fucked her pussy...and I can see why Zane loves sex so much now...and then I nailed her ass and she came so hard, she collapsed. It was awesome!" The rest of the girls gathered around while I was somewhat excluded.

"Heaven, what about keeping things secret?" Christina cautioned. Heaven looked past Faith and reached a hand for me which I stepped up and took.

"She won't be telling anyone about this, will she, Zane?" Heaven tried to assure her best friends.

"I sincerely doubt she'll want to use our encounter to hurt us, Heaven. Please believe me when I say we left her very happy with what we accomplished together," I tried to assuage their fears.

"Who was it?" Christina insisted. I was against telling her and I tried to silently communicate that with Heaven but my partner decided to put greater trust in her friend.

"It was a female police officer," Heaven stated shyly. "I was fooling around with Zane, he swerved, and she pulled us over."

"And Zane decided it was a good idea to seduce her?" Christina accused me sternly.

"No. She was going to call the campus about me, then she took him back to her car. I don't know what was said, but she then had Zane strip and she began sucking him off," Heaven defended me.

"Get to the part where the three of you are having sex," Chastity asked urgently, her hands clasped together in excitement.

"She was giving me a nice blowjob, I asked to see her tits, she stripped down and crawled on top of me and we had sex until she came," I began.

"Then he flipped her over, hooked her legs up, and went on her until she came again. And then he got behind her -- that was when I came up -- and he was screwing her doggy-style and I came up to the other door," Heaven added to the story. "She said she didn't do girls so I stripped down, and when I presented my...cock to her, she balked but Zane didn't let her get away and I fed it to her and she sucked me off."

"She wasn't as good as you, my friends," she informed her female companions, "but it was nice. I told Zane to change places and I...had my first pussy and it was...wow. After she climaxed again, Zane got beneath the cop and I took her ass. Now I know why Zane does it to Barbie Lynn so often -- hot damn. Anyway, we all came, got dressed, and we drove home."

"Oh, Heaven, it was too much of a risk," Christina persisted.

"Did I mention how great the sex was?" Heaven smiled hopefully to her best friend and long-time protector.

"We knew this day had to come," Hope intervened. "We all prayed for Heaven to find her own identity."

"But is she a boy or a girl?" Faith questioned.

"I'm..." Heaven struggled to answer.

"She's neither," I answered for her. "She's Heaven, and for those of us who care about her, that is enough."

Heaven's look was one of stunned acceptance while Christina and Chastity looked almost pleased with me. Hope and Faith were still grappling with the concept, I could see.

"Lover, let me walk you back to your dorm," Heaven smiled up at me happily. Normally it worked the other way around, I believed.

"Nope," I shrugged. "There is no way you can get me home and then beat curfew, but we'll see each other in the morning." She nodded, and with the rest of Team Christina, they headed off. I caught Christina looking over her shoulder at me, giving me a sad, almost desperately worried look.

I didn't have too much time to think about it as I hustled back to my own dorm and up to the Solarium at the top.

I met up with Barbie Lynn after my trip to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

"Hey, Zane," she greeted me.

"Good evening, Barbie Lynn. Can I have a few minutes of your time?" I inquired. She brightened up then smirked slightly.

"Are you sure you aren't too tired from your date with Heaven?" she joked.

"That's a story for another time. Right now, I'd like to spend some time with you. I miss you when you are not around," I answered truthfully. Barbie Lynn snuggled into my arms.

"I'd be delighted to spend some time with you, Zane Braxton," she purred, while she ran her hands over my chest, ribs, and finally my ass.

I opened the door and chased Barbie upstairs and we tumbled into bed together. Barbie Lynn couldn't stop giggling as we wrestled around until I positioned myself over her, her legs wrapped around me, her arms pinned over her head, and a broad sexy smile on her face. The marathon of kissing came naturally, as did the press of her body against me, her nipples hard, and her sex sweet to my senses.

"Have I told you how wonderful you make me feel?" I panted into the flowing tapestry of her sweet-smelling hair.

"Yes," she sighed happily, "but I don't get tired of hearing you confess it." She settled into my arms and the silence had barely begun when her adorable snores graced my ears. I drifted off to sleep soon after realizing it had been one hell of a week with thirteen still to go.