Part II King XXIX

Chapter XXIX: School Days

This novel contains graphic scenes of sex, some involving minors, rape and forced sex. It is purely a fantasy, not a depiction of real people or events. It is intended as a satire of politics and our modern culture, both funny and stimulating.

By hauteone

After returning from Rio, I received an invitation from Terry Dendridge that I found difficult to refuse. She was going visit Baby and Dez's girls Allie and Marie at college for the weekend and asked if I would accompany her.

"The other girls, particularly Baby haven't seen you in ages, and they've been bragging to the other Tri Delts that they know you and me and are anxious to prove it," Terry said in that 'yes we can" voice of hers. "Dez is coming down from Minnesota for the weekend, too."

With all of the danger swirling around the family, I was reluctant to leave, but Donna assured me she could take care of things back in California, including the harem, my two sisters and Mom.

"We'll be fine," Donna said. "After all of the good we've done in Rio, I think you deserve a break."

We had rescued 45 of the 50 girls that Ortega had set his troops upon in the Brazilian rain forest. I was crushed that we had not managed to reach the others in time.

"It would have been a total loss if you hadn't maintained your cool and helped get them to the river," Donna reminded me. "It might be good to get you out of the crosshairs for awhile. Buckner won't know to look for you in Illinois."

Still, there was always the guilt that more could have been done. Any evidence of Buckner's presence at Ortega's compound disappeared and I couldn't help shake the notion that it had all been a set up to help Buckner rid himself of a meddling, profit-splitting partner.

Lori stopped me before Terry and I left to ask if Cilla could come along.

"She's been considering the University of Illinois for a long time after she gets out of high school and she'd love to see the campus," Lori said, "Plus she doesn't want to leave you out of her sight she's so worried about you."

"I think she's just concerned someone might take a pot shot at her favorite sausage," I said.

"Well, maybe, but I think she might miss you a little bit. And she really does want to visit the school."

"She a Red Grange fan," I asked. "She knows we're attending a football game, right?"

"I'm sure with Terry, Cilla, Baby, Allie and Marie and Dez, you'll be seeing lots of football," Lori laughed. "unless you mean they'll be massaging your balls with their feet."

"No, I gave up any foot fetish years ago," I said.

Dez and her girls met us at the Urbana airport and drove us to the Tri Delta sorority house where we were told the sorority sisters had arranged rooms and a "special surprise."

"They are going to let Terry and I stay at the sorority house?" I asked incredulously. "We're nasty pornographers."

"Well, to be honest, I don't think the school administrators know you're coming," Dez said. "And I think most of the attention will be focused on Terry. Her "Super Soaker" videos have taken the college campuses by storm, no pun intended. The girls want to know how they can match her volume and accuracy."

"Gosh, this could turn out to be a restful weekend," I sighed, shifting back in my seat.

"Don't be so sure, Brad," Baby said. "Allie and Marie and I haven't seen you in a long, long time and our friends all eager to meet you."

If anything, Baby was even lovelier than I remembered. A cherubic face set atop a short, but curvaceous body, she was the epitome of any man's wet dreams. Allie and Marie, too, had matured into lovely young women. Gone were the braces that made them look feloniously young. Their coltish teen legs had lengthened and developed into real womens' legs, lithe and shapely.

A crowd of women were waiting to greet us when we arrived at the sorority house near the University of Illinois' Quadrangle. There were cheers when I stepped out of the car; when Terry emerged, you would have thought the U2 was in town.

First on the agenda was an impromptu question-and-answer session on the lawn in front of the sorority house. The first question to Terry was how she developed her copious squirting abilities.

"Well, I think I came by some of it naturally," Terry said sheepishly, "but I do practice a lot and aim at stuff to see if I can hit them."

She demonstrated with her fingers placed near her crotch how she directed the flow of water from her love tunnel.

"Practice makes perfect," she said.

Several girls want me to unsheath my cock to see if it was a big in person as it seemed on video. I refused. We were, after all, out of doors and I did not relish the thought of spending the evening in the Urbana jail.

"How can you treat women with such misogyny in your videos, especially in light of the treatment the girls' at Ortega's ranch received?" one girl asked.

The incident in Rio had received a lot of publicity and we had been portrayed as heroes for rescuing Ortega's victims, but the torture of young girls was an issue that had bubbled up to bite us in recent days. Didn't my movies encourage such treatment was the real question.

"Perhaps, they do in some very sick people," I said. "But face it, we all have fantasies, some darker than others. People will explore those fantasies regardless of what we do. Our movies give people a safe alternative to acting out those fantasies for real. No one gets hurt for real in our movies. The actors and actresses are paid and consent to be in the kinkier videos we produce. Many actually prefer to be in movies with a 'rougher' edge like our Gag and Choke Teens series. There are 'safe' words we use so an actor can halt any treatment they object to. We take every precaution to ensure the safety of all concerned."

"Mr. Cocksure is just being humble about no one getting 'hurt' in his videos," Terry added. "I've had his cock up my ass many times and let me assure you, the first time hurts like a mother fucker. But the pain is worth it...in the end."

The crowd stood up and cheered. I am not sure what for, but we soon adjourned to the inside of the sorority house and what we were told would be our rooms. I was given a fourth floor dormer with a King-size bed. There were mirrors and all sorts of protuberances firmly affixed to the walls. Obviously, someone expected me to engage in some rather vigorous sexual activity over the weekend.

I noticed that the women who had accompanied me from California had been given rooms on the first floor as far away from me as possible. Cilla was discouraged.

"Can't I stay in here with you, Brad?" she said. "Why should you have this biiig room all to yourself. You'll get lonely."

"Actually, Cilla, I am kind of looking forward to a rest," I told her. "You stay in your room with Terry on the first floor. If I need you, I can always call you."

She left reluctantly as if she had been denied her favorite pop cycle. I was getting a little concerned about Cilla's possessiveness but I ascribed it to her being a spoiled only child of limited maturity.

I was called to lunch shortly later. The conversation around the table in the cafeteria turned into another question and answer session. How many women did I think I'd fucked in my life, one girl asked.

"That's a no win question," I said. "If I told you how many I actually thought I'd fucked, you'd say I was lying like Wilt Chamberlain. If I reduced it to a reasonable amount, people would still say I was exaggerating. So let's just say it was a lot and leave it at that."

What did I think about Obama being part of a losing effort to bring the Olympics to Chicago yet winning a much-criticized Nobel Peace prize? I was asked. I knew the first was part of an effort by Obama's enemies to embarrass him, I said. The second might also have been, I added.

After lunch, I sent Dez, Cilla, Terry, Baby, Allie and Marie off to explore the campus. It was a beautiful fall day in Urbana. The sun was bright, there was a light breeze and the leaves were just beginning to turn.

I retreated to my room to nap. Seven girls were waiting just outside my room when I arrived. All were girls I'd been introduced to during the luncheon bull session.

"We drew lots and we got to come up first," a girl who'd introduced herself as Linda told me.

"Girls, I came up here to nap," I said. "As you may have heard in the news, I've been very, very busy the last few weeks. How can I help you?"

"We have other questions," a cute strawberry blonde said. Her name was Angel and she was one. "Do you mind if we sit in your room and talk to you while you nap? Baby, Allie and Marie say you belong to them tonight after supper. So we don't have a lot of time."

I can't say I didn't know what was up when I invited them in. But I was actually surprised how easily they talked their way into my room and then my pants. Can we just see it? they pleaded. Gosh that looks big, can we touch it? they crooned. Golly, I wonder what that would feel like in our mouths? they wondered. Then it was, can we try it inside us. I'm a man of the people. How could I say no?

Then after letting Angel ride it for awhile I was surprised by the general level of disappointment in the room. What was the problem? I asked.

"You treat the girls in your movies a lot rougher," Angel said.

"Yeh, we can this kind of namby pamby action from our lame boyfriends," a girl named Patty said. She was a plump short-haired brunette.

"Well, after the questions about my misogyny today, I was reluctant to engage you girls in the style to which I am accustomed," I said.

"Don't be," a girl named Crispin said. "We want the whole Brad Cocksure experience."

I looked at the seven faces staring up at me. Is this what you all want? I asked. They nodded affirmatively in unison.

Within a couple of seconds, I'd flipped the slight Angel on her stomach and I was fucking her hard in the ass.

"Oh my god, that's way too big for my ass," Angel screamed.

"No safe words here, girls," I said. "It's all access in every hole all the time."

I pulled quickly out of Angels ass and stuffed Patty's mouth full of meat. She actually had a very cute face and I enjoyed seeing the froth spewing from the sides of her mouth. She was gagging on my cock like any good porn starlet.

Now I really upped the ante. I grabbed a girl name Calico, a short raven-hair Hispanic, and threw her bodily on the big bed that had been provided for my personal use. I rammed three fingers in her sopping pussy hole and two in her tightly clenched asshole.

"No, no," she screamed.

"NO! NOOOO!," I shouted back. "You bitches come in here disturbing my plans for a nap and then ask for the full Brad Cocksure treatment and now you say, 'no'. Well, I say, fuck you all, too."

After I finished fingering Calico's holes, I had them all line up naked on my bed with their asses in the air. Now the drums were pounding powerfully in my temples. Somewhere I could hear Efram's voice yelling encouragement to me.

I flipped from poop chute to poop chute in pile driver fashion, twisting my position violently at times to get the best sidewalls friction so they gaped wider and wider. Looking down at the gaping holes below me, I found I could almost play a song moving rapidly from hole to hole in the right order. Each hole had a different timbre.

Oompa, phoomba, ooompha, pop!

I realized the protuberances on the walls and ceiling were for my personal use, too. I used some of them to swing with more force into each girl's ass. For a guy six-foot-seven in a low-ceiling dormer, they were in easy reach.

Some girls screamed; others passed out in a sweat-crazed frenzy, hair matted and plastered to the bed. When I came, I pulled directly out of Crispin's ass and splashed gobs of ropy white foam over all of the girls' faces.

"Look, I know you probably want me to piss all over you, too," I told the exhausted girls, now scattered on the bed and floor. "But I am not getting my sleeping quarters wet, so you'll have to get that experience elsewhere. Mommy told me long ago not to pee or poop in your own nest."

I gathered up all of the girls and tossed them one by one out into the hallway. They rolled like bowling balls almost hitting a line of seven other half dressed girls waiting there. They could look into the room to see that many of the handles on the ceiling and walls I'd used for leverage were pulled out of their original sockets with plaster still clinging to the screws and several of the mirrors were shattered.

"You girls want something?" I demanded.

They looked at me smiling sheepishly but said not a word.

"Good, because I am taking a nap," I said. I slammed the door to my room with more force than intended.

"You know that the video is probably already on the Internet," Dez told me later.

"Yeh, I figured the room was filled with hidden video cameras," I said. "But look at it this way, the girls got some notoriety and the sorority will make a mint. A fund raiser was the least I could give them to pay my rent."

"But now some of the girls think you an asshole for tossing the first girls out so unceremoniously and not doing the other lottery winners," Dez said.

"Well. I don't think my rent was worth a several volume set of free Brad Cocksure porn," I said. "And I did get a nap."

"Good, 'cause Allie, Marie and Baby are ready to tear into you later," she said.

"Then I'd better be ready for them."

Visiting with Dez and her girls was the highlight of the trip. It was good to catch up on what was new in their lives. Baby had a new boyfriend. He was captain of the junior varsity football team and of course, Baby was a cheerleader.

"My Morton is big, Brad, but not nearly as big as you," she told me that night as we snuggled in my bed, my by-then limp and dripping cock still nestled snugly in her ass. "You have to meet him tomorrow."

"He won't mind us doing this," I said.

"Oh no," she said. "When I told him you were coming, he was in awe. He's been watching your movies since he was 12."

Baby still had ne of the tightest asses I'd ever encountered and she accommodated me with difficulty. Still, she seemed to enjoy the experience.

Dez's twins were free of their braces and dressed like sleazy tarts for our bedroom tryst. They. too, had boyfriends who did not seem to mind them pleasuring me.

"Now that you are free of the braces, it's not so painful when you girls do that," I said. They were both furiously sucking me back to full attention after three rounds of vigorous sex.

"Brad, you don't know how we've missed this," Allie said.

"Yeh, it was nice for Terry to take the night off so we twins and Baby could enjoy being with you," Marie added.

"Well, Terry really didn't take the night off," I said. Earlier in the evening at the request of the sorority, Terry and I had performed a sex show in the downstairs lounge for the benefit of all our admirers. I pumped Terry as hard as I could and she doused lit candles with vagina ejaculate. We drew a standing ovation from the audience.

"I know she didn't take the whole night off," Marie said. "But it was nice she let us be with you. After all, she has access to you all of the time while you are in California. We're stuck in the cold Midwest."

"I'd take the cold compare to the brush fires we've had in California this year," I said.

We fell asleep on the king-size bed holding one another, the twins, Baby and me. I was awakened in the early morning by yet more activity in my groin area.

"Girls, not anymore tonight," I said. "Let's get some sleep and I promise we'll go again before we go to the football game."

I looked down and it was Cilla, massaging my cock with her tongue. I was really enjoying the relaxing, warmth of her tongue, when I heard her say:

"I don't want to share anymore."

I felt a sudden sharp pain. With a large pair of scissors, she had sheared my cock right off and blood was spurting in great geysers.

"Oh My God," I screamed.

I awoke in a panic, sweat pouring profusely. I looked down to see the girls scattered around the bed and Cilla, asleep, nuzzling my balls with her nose and protecting my cock with her tiny hands.

"Brad, are you okay," Baby said. She was closest to me and I'd awakened her with my sudden lurch forward.

"Yes, I guess it was just a bad dream," I said.

"Well, go back to sleep," she mumbled, already falling back to sleep herself. "We have a big day tomorrow. I want you to meet Morton and the rest of the girls on the cheer squad. They have an idea for a video."

I looked down at Cilla's sweet innocent face. She looked so comfortable nuzzling my balls and protecting my cock. She'd prepared a lifetime for this, she'd told me.

I also remembered some Efram had said that seemed puzzling at the time.

"One will come to destroy, the other to protect," he'd said.

Looking at Cilla, I wondered which one she was.