Renee had been floating in the water almost twenty minutes now. Her back arched. Her long blonde hair floated easily in the water behind her. Her arms and legs were just barely moving to keep herself afloat as she concentrated on the vibrator in her vagina.
The vibrator was white, penis-shaped, plastic and ran on batteries. It was waterproof. It was held in place by her bathing suit and was not making her cum, only keeping her turned on and allowing her water-oriented fantasies to ripple without resistance through her mind.
It was near midnight and she realized that soon she should leave and go home to get some sleep. But it was so delicious. The natatorium was totally dark except for the soft, pale blue lights from the midnight sky that filtered in through the long row of glass brick windows that ran the full length of the giant room.
The gentle rhythms of the waves moved around the Olympic-sized pool, caused by Renee's gentle movements. The bleachers running up from the edge of the pool to the ceiling all along one side were empty. The room was completely silent except for the gentle murmuring of the moving water.
At the moment Renee was having a fantasy fuck with the newest boy on her swimming team. He had just entered La Verne Military School three days earlier, having transferred from another school in downstate Colorado on the premise that being farther up in the Rockies and closer to Denver, he would have more access to his favorite sport, which was skiing. However, he was an expert swimmer and almost the first thing he had done after enrolling was to approach Renee and introduce himself, asking if he could be on her team.
She had been coaching only a few months, but already she realized that if she were as successful as she had been at her last school that La Verne Military School's swimming team would be a standout in the state in short order. It seemed as though she had a never ending supply of young, strong men, all of them between eighteen and twenty, who wanted to make the team and were good enough, with a little training, which she was capable of giving because of her vast experience in swimming, to become a standout threat in the state's swimming program.
As she lay there, she imagined the new boy's penis to be as hard and about the size of the vibrating dildo in her cunt.
It would be so nice if he could be there lying on top of her, moving in and out. But that was something she didn't want to happen. Although fucking was fine and she was certainly not a virgin, Renee, at twenty-seven, had had her share of bad experiences sexually, especially her last one..
If Professor Booker hadn't been so sexually pushy, she would have never been here at La Verne Military School, but Professor Booker had taken advantage of the fact that she was his assistant and at virtually every chance she had had to fight off hands on her knees, hands on her buttocks, hands touching her bosom as they had worked together that she had finally grown so nervous and frustrated that she had simply left the coeducational junior college and had sought work elsewhere. She had used connections, family connections, had landed the job at La Verne Military, and Professor Booker had become a thing of the past. Still he had blazed a traumatic scar across her sexual personality.
She shuddered as she lay in the water, partially thinking of his lecherous hands, partially feeling the ministrations of the happy vibrator in her cunt.
Her mind drifted away from Professor Booker. She would have her major orgasm in a moment. But first just a little more of this lovely cloud-like floating.
Renee had been a swimming star, both in high school and in college, and was like a fish in the water. As a result she lay almost casually, as if lying on a goose down pillow, unafraid and relaxed, totally without concern as to whether or not she would float. She moved her hips in the water gently, as if trying to fuck the dildo, or perhaps as if trying to fuck the fantasy boy that she imagined between her legs.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she began working her way toward the side of the pool. Another ten minutes and she was there. When she felt the tiled edge against her fingertips, she paused. Just another moment, she thought to herself. It was all so lovely. The deep blue waters of the natatorium seeming to caress her and-give her a feeling of security. She loved her own sexuality. She loved the feeling of freedom it gave her and she expressed it often, not always, of course, in the water, but water was indeed of special meaning to her.
Finally, when it seemed as if she had teased herself long enough and the glow in her stomach was so profound that it made her smile, she rolled over quickly in the water, her hand taking the edge of the pool to steady herself, then reached down and pulled the plastic dildo from her cunt. Almost in the same motion, she pulled the swimming suit pants off from over her legs. She threw the pants up on the deck and quickly looked up to see where the rubber dildo was lying. She was only a couple of feet from it. It was long and supple and her hand snaked out and took hold of it and pulled it into the pool with her.
Then she moved her body along the edge of the pool, searching for the jet of water coming out underneath the surface. She had put the rubber dildo as close to the jet as she could, so she only had a foot or so to go, and when she felt the energetic lustful stream against her legs, she quickly positioned herself so that her clitoris was directly in front of it. Before beginning to concentrate, however, on the feeling of the jet stream, she deftly inserted the long supple dildo into her cunt and positioned herself so that the base of the dildo was directly underneath the hole from which the water was emerging.
Then holding the edge of the pool with her right hand so as to steady herself and the base of the dildo with her left hand, she maneuvered her body subtly so that her clitoris was getting the full effect of the water. When the water hit, a soft murmur came from her throat as if in disbelief at the pure pleasure she was feeling.
"Oh," she said. "Oh."
It was a long, soft moan, guttural, almost coming from her stomach, rumbling up out of her, animalistically almost. It was a beautiful sound. It seemed to echo around the large room. She began to slowly fuck the dildo, not being able to make large moves with her pelvis since her feet were not anchored to anything, but still she could feel the long, slender plastic phallus moving in and out of her cunt.
Because she had spent so long stimulating herself, Renee was almost at the point of orgasm when she began. Consequently, very quickly, a tiny, thrilling, hot, piercing orgasm shot through her body.
"OOOOOHHHHHH," she said.
She continued to fuck herself, knowing that what had happened was only the beginning of several, and that it took some time and expertise to build herself up to the orgasm she had been waiting for all evening.
The water seemed to increase its demanding staccato on her clitoris. It was almost too violent, but Renee was used to it now even though she'd only been there three months.
Because of the lack of traction on her feet, she had developed a fucking motion that was almost like the belly roll a belly dancer does and now she could feel it taking over her stomach as if an automatic reflex. Her clitoris seemed to bob and weave under the demanding sensual water.
The long penis seemed to penetrate farther and farther into her stomach. Renee was slipping from a dimension of consciousness to another dimension of consciousness, this one deeper and more concentrated on her sexuality. She began to imagine a sequence of lovers, different-sized penises, different degrees of thrust, but all with the same intent, that of fucking her as hard as they could and her stomach was recreating that in its rolling sensual actions, the dildo thrusting now much more violently and firmly in and out of her cunt like a machine. Her mind went blank except for the area around her clitoris and the hot burning pit of passion just behind it that was burning its way upward into her stomach, into her chest, behind her breast, into her legs, her thighs, her loins, her pubic hair, her anus, everything. She was, for this brief moment, suddenly and completely a turned on nerve complex without any malfunctioning whatsoever.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," she said.
It was a long low sound.
"OH THAT'S GREAT, OH YES, OH YES!"
She began to talk to an imaginary lover.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER, HURT ME IF YOU CAN, JUST FUCK ME HARDER AND DEEPER, MAKE ME CUM. I WANT TO CUM, I WANT TO CUM. OH YES, NOW. YES, YES, YES."
Her voice became demanding.
She had slipped quietly from the large gymnasium building, carefully locking the doors behind her, feeling privileged to have a key to the place. Her body was glowing now, completely satisfied sexually. She knew she would have a marvelous sleep. She hurried home to her tiny apartment and her soft, soft, sensual bed.
CHAPTER TWO
As she sat on the edge of the pool watching her team practice, Renee's eyes closed momentarily and she tried to imagine the effect of the pool last night, the night before at midnight, the almost black womb-like effect caused by the warm moisture of the pool and the almost total lack of visibility.
She smiled to herself and opened her eyes, the bright lights almost stunning them even though she knew they were there. She watched the guys swim. If they only knew. They had no idea whatsoever that she had been there the night before, nor had anyone else. It was her perfect secret.
She looked at her watch. It was five-thirty. She wanted to get the team out of the building by six and she still had the race to run. She blew her whistle.
What she did was run heats. It wasn't really a race, but the young men made races out of the heats since they were swimming side by side and in competition with each other. She began to run heats, and finally when she came to the last one, she realized that all of her best swimmers, all five of them, had somehow maneuvered to be in the water at the same time.
She smiled to herself. It will be a good test for Lance. She looked at him as he stood at the edge of the pool waiting. He was almost world caliber right now, but he had his rough edges. He needed practice. He needed coaching. He had been one of the pleasant surprises for her when she took over the team. She recognized world class swimming and knew that he had the talent. He was still very young, being just a few months shy of twenty, but his body was tall and angular, with swimmer's shoulders and legs, and powerful enough to propel him through the water dynamically.
He was easy-going, rugged in appearance, and a very good team member. He loved to practice and she had high hopes for him. She blew her whistle to get them going and watched in fascination as the five swimmers churned back and forth, negotiating the ten laps the heats took. Clearly, with each lap, Lance moved ahead of the rest of the swimmers slightly. She could see that he was losing most of his advantage in his turns. Somehow he hadn't quite gotten the knack of turning in a race, Jutting the end of the pool, jack-knifing, pushing off, and through skill, gaining another percentile of distance on his competitors.
When it was over, she told him simply that she would like him to stay a few moments so they could work on turns. He happily agreed. When the rest of the group had left, Lance sat simply on the edge of the pool, his long, angular, muscular body leaning forward on his arms, his breath still somewhat heavy from the massive exertion of a few moments before.
Renee stood beside him, going over the details of the turn, a thing they had discussed several times already, and then she began explaining to him where it was she felt he was weak. He was too fast and violent as he spun under water after touching the end of the pool, and he was moving himself perhaps as little as three inches too far away from the edge of the pool so that when his legs pushed against it, he was losing the jack-knifing effects of those inches, which resulted perhaps in as much as a loss of half a yard as he projected himself out into the pool under water. He understood completely. They talked about it some more and finally he got into the water and began to practice.
While he had been listening, Renee had been aware of the fact that she felt he was sexy, but she had long since learned to disregard her personal feelings, especially her sexual urges toward the young men and had been very business-like. Now she stood on the edge of the pool looking down at him as he came driving in to touch the pool and then spin and push off under water. Each time he would surface and listen to her explanation of how she felt he could do it better and each time he would make the same mistake.
Finally, after several minutes, Renee lowered herself into the water. She was wearing her usual practice costume, a simple black one-piece
Olympic type swimming suit and she wore it simply because it was her pleasure and she felt it was more efficient to get in the water at odd moments to demonstrate certain techniques to the team. She demonstrated the turn several times.
Lance could see what she was trying to show him. He talked about it intelligently. As this went on, several of the swimmers who had finished dressing came in and stood by the pool for a few moments, then said goodbye and took off. They had been working for perhaps a half hour. Moving to the edge of the pool rather than getting out, Renee positioned herself so she could watch Lance's turn as he began to practice again.
Right away she realized he understood what she was saying. His first turn was much better. He surfaced happily, having felt the extra energy he got from a more bent position of his legs at the start of push off. He tried it again. Renee felt excitement at achieving something. She shifted her position slightly to get a better look.
Her movement inadvertently put her pelvis directly in front of the jet of water coming into the pool underneath the surface, the very jets she had used the previous night to masturbate with, and her. body jerked inadvertently to get away from it. But she had not moved fast enough. The wildly surging water had penetrated the fabric of her suit, pushing past the outer lips of her vagina, and had gone rippling for a brief second across the dormant tip of her clitoris. A warm surge of passion shot through her. It almost frightened her it was so intense. Lance was in his turn at the time and when he surfaced, Renee simply had to tell him she couldn't see it, asking him to do it again. And he began again. She tried to push the thought away and as she watched, the jetting water hit the outer half of her rump, reminding her it was there. She liked the feeling. She smiled to herself. Certainly one more wouldn't hurt.
She talked to him briefly after he surfaced, suggesting he try it again, and as he went into his move, she moved her pelvis back in front of the jet. Again the fantastic surge of passion. She loved it! It was incredible! She pulled her pelvis away. She had not anticipated the severity of the effect, however, and was turned on now. This time he surfaced almost directly in front of her, having repeated the same thing several times and looked into her eyes. He actually surprised her. Her mind was miles away. Her mind was actually on her cunt, but it seemed as though she were distracted and she looked at him in surprise.
He could see the look on her face. "What's the matter?" he said, gasping, water spilling from his face, his hair flat against his head.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. She was embarrassed and she turned to face the edge of the pool.
He mistook her movement for being in trouble, and he quickly moved to take hold of her, to protect her.
"Miss Logan, are you all right?" he asked with concern. There was urgency in his voice. He put his arms underneath her arms as though to keep her from sinking into the pool.
He caught her literally by surprise, or at least the physical touch of his body against her body surprised her. She had not gotten over the effects of the water and the dramatic and sudden closeness of the sexy young man was more than she could handle.
For a brief moment she responded to the warmth she felt. Lance was not the innocent young man Renee thought him to be. Lance was in La Verne Military because he had been a trouble maker at his previous school. Lance was on probation with his parents and was a boy of the streets. He was very familiar with women and women's responses and Renee's sudden movement in response to his closeness was all he needed by way of message.
He backed off slightly, startled at the new development. Renee tried to cover, but as far as Lance was concerned it was too late. Without waiting, he moved forward again. This time his body was more aggressive, his arms more aggressive.
"Miss Logan," he said quietly. "Miss Logan, it's alright." Without realizing it he had pushed her body directly in front of the jet again.
Again Renee got the same passionate shock that ripped up into her stomach, much stronger now than ever before. Somehow she went weak. Somehow she was unable to cope.
Almost instantly Lance felt the water jet himself. It seemed to bounce off her pelvis against his leg and against his own pelvis. He wasn't close enough so his penis was against her, but he was close enough to feel the water and he was very familiar with water jets and what they did to women. He understood almost instinctively. He felt his penis jump in his tiny swimmer shorts and simply pulled Renee toward him, beginning to kiss her passionately.
She pulled away, trying to fight him off, but she didn't fight very hard. "NO," she said. "NO, WE CAN'T DO THIS. NO, PLEASE LANCE, PLEASE."
He pulled her back, kissing her again, his lips going from her lips to her cheek and her neck, and he was consciously now holding her body in a position where he thought the jet of water was hitting her-and he was right.
Had it been any other place, any other circumstance, Renee would have been able to control the situation. But this time the combination of his manliness and virility with the demanding jet of water that she was so susceptible to, was too much and within an instant she was flooded with passion.
Quickly her arms went around him and just as quickly her legs reached out to get a grasp on his legs somehow to pull her body closer to his. In the brief instant it took to maneuver themselves, suddenly Lance and Renee were locked in a highly intimate embrace, her legs simply around his waist, pushing her vagina against his cock, her lips seeking hungrily the texture of his mouth, his teeth and his cheeks. Her eyes were closed. For a brief second she was almost frantic. Then the mood left her slightly and she regained a measure of control. The frantic aspect was gone. Tension went out of her body. She began to enjoy his touches. There was no reason to leave his body. She just wanted to be close and slow.
She slid her hand down between their bodies. She had often seen the bulk of Lance's penis as it wrapped downward underneath his body, underneath his tiny swimming shorts, and she had wondered about the size of his cock. Her hand slipped underneath the shorts and she snaked out his penis, bringing it upward into the water, squeezing it, enjoying the throbbing thickness.
It was not enough for her, however. Her passion had grown almost like an explosion. She pulled her mouth away from his.
"Hold my shoulders," she whispered, and moved her lower body away from his. Quickly she undid her swimming suit and pulled it off, throwing it up onto the edge of the pool.
Then, almost in one motion, she ducked underneath the surface. Lance released his hold, knowing what she was doing. She put her head down near his penis. She took it in her mouth. It felt thick and lovely. She could taste the chlorine, but the velvety quality of cock was still there. She sucked hungrily as she removed his shorts with her hand. When she had them off she released his cock from her mouth, came back to the surface, and put his shorts on top of her swimming suit on the side of the pool.
Lance was now semi-erect and growing. She threw her arms around his neck again and wrapped her legs around his body as they lay there in the water kissing and rubbing. She could feel the bulk of his semi-erect penis pushing upward against her vaginal opening and she moved herself slightly.
They concentrated on the kissing for several long moments, during which Lance's cock continued to grow. Finally, Renee was aware that it was hard enough for penetration and she moved her legs to free her pelvis from his penis. She reached down with one hand and began to stroke his cock. It wasn't quite fully erect, but she was happy with the idea that it was going to be a magnificent cock as soon as it was ready. She knew it would go inside of her, but she decided to play with it a few more moments.
She kissed him passionately, then, at one point, moved her mouth away and murmured to him, "You're beautiful and you feel beautiful."
"Miss Logan, you're something else," was all he said. They went back to kissing. His cock finally grew stone-hard, sticking up from his youthful body a full six inches, throbbing with passion, and Renee knew that because of his youth he could probably stay that way for several hours.
She laughed to herself how much fun it would be to fuck right here until midnight. She spread her legs and put them back around his waist, this time her hand on his cock, guiding it into her cunt. She rubbed the knob slowly and sensuously against her clitoris for several long moments, moving her hips slightly, adjusting.
The burning sensations swept upward into her body, consuming her. She was loving the moment. It felt so much different than the dildo. She laughed to herself. There was nothing wrong with the dildo, but every once in a while a cock was alright too.
Finally, when she was ready, she adjusted her body slightly so that the knob slipped between the opening of her vaginal lips and into her cuntal orifice. She let it stay there a moment until she felt it was secure. Then, once she knew that, she took her hand away and put her arm back around his neck. She began kissing him again.
"Hold still," she said quietly. "Hold still. Let me do it."
Lance understood. He hung in the water, relaxed, without tension, enjoying the tremendously erotic experience of his now nude swimming coach, a woman he had fantasized about many times and had longed to fuck-and now it was happening. He could sense, frorrv his street experience, that he had an extremely sensual woman on his hands. Her cunt seemed to be gripping him like a vise, but he realized his cock was only an inch or so inside of her.
Then he felt her begin to grind and felt his engorged, stone-hard penis begin to slip into the highly lubricated chute of her vagina.
Renee began to fuck him, slowly, easily, undulating her vagina sharply back and forth, each time going forward just that millimeter more to increase the pleasure, until finally, after several long moments, Lance was completely inside of her, completely embedded in her cunt. She held still and began to squeeze him with her pulsating vaginal muscles. It was a skill she had developed over the years, designed not so much to stimulate a man, but to hold a dildo firmly in her cunt when she walked around. It was a way she had of masturbating. Now she could grip almost with a vise-like grasp.
He closed his eyes. She was sensational! Just as sensational as he had anticipated. It was like being masturbated by a cunt. He simply relaxed and let it happen.
Then, after a while Lance maneuvered their bodies so that the jet of water would be hitting her anus. When she felt the water, Renee almost froze with the pleasure, holding herself perfectly still, letting the sensual spurts ripple across her anal nerves, and through her and around her cuntal lips and her clitoris. Then, after only a moment of this, all the time which she was working her cuntal muscles on Lance's cock, Renee realized she was suddenly frantic. The tremendous impulses of sensuality shooting upward into her belly were more than she had anticipated and now she was frantic to cum.
Her pelvis began to buck back and forth, fucking herself against his stone-hard cock. She ground her stomach, rippling it, rolling it, seeming to milk every nuance of sensuality out of the rigid penis in her stomach. Her belly became an ember, red hot, almost alive, like the sun is alive, moving, whirling. She began to go out of her mind. She buried her face into his neck. Her arms gripped him tightly and her pelvis fucked and fucked and fucked.
Lance simply held on firmly, his hands on the edge of the pool, and let her body do the work. He had never had such a feeling. Her cunt seemed alive on his cock. It was milking, teasing, caressing, but always and constantly it was giving it long, tender, profound sucks. He could feel the pressure growing in his loins as a result of it. He tried to fuck back, but didn't have enough traction to do so. He could only move his pelvis a half inch or so and still feel graceful, so he basically held still.
But Renee could feel his body responding. She could feel his cock throbbing in her cunt. She began to make mewling noises, and finally, when the passion was so great that she knew she was going to cum, she began to yell softly.
"LANCE, LANCE, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. OH, I'M GOING TO CUM. OH, IT'S BURNING ME UP! I WANT TO FUCK YOU SO HARD. I WANT TO JUST FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU UNTIL IT HURTS. CAN YOU FEEL ME CUMMING? CAN YOU FEEL MY CUNT TIGHTENING? CAN YOU FEEL ME GRIPPING?"
She was almost shouting it, but it was sensual and pleasant to his ear and tremendously arousing. He said nothing, but gripped the edge of the pool as hard as he could to hold them steady, not wanting to change anything. The water was lashing at his testicles in a sensual way and he had never felt that feeling before. He didn't know it, but what the water was doing to him, it was doing to Renee also. They were going crazy as they hung there in the water, their young, beautiful, athletic bodies responding to their total sexual capabilities. There was no fatigue, only the tremendous energy of youth as they drove their pelvises against each other.
Renee felt like her clitoris was an inch long, like it was long enough to fuck him, and she drove it back and forth against his pubic mound.
As it rubbed through the hair a special eroticism was developed and Renee simply closed her eyes and kept talking. Talking was her way of getting her juices off almost. She had always made a lot of noise when she was cumming.
"LANCE! LANCE! YES, I'M GETTING CLOSER. CAN YOU FEEL IT? ARE YOU GETTING CLOSE, LANCE? FUCK ME, LANCE. FUCK ME HARDER."
Then her throat tightened. Her stomach seemed to lurch. A great wall of heat seemed to sweep over her.
It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to Lance. He had never had sex last this long, never had a woman quite this involved, quite this sophisticated. And her yelling, her soft vibrations coming up through her throat and into his ear, was all it took to trigger him and he felt the giant, wonderful explosion in his testicles and the semen gobs begin to roar up through the tubes of his penis. He felt them shoot into her cunt. He could feel the warmth almost as the hot semen splashed back to cover the head of his cock.
Renee too felt the semen hit her womb. The hotness of it seemed to be accentuated as they hung there in the cool water although they were certainly not cold.
As the semen pounded out of his cock against her womb, Renee found herself in a dimension of sensuality she had never felt before.
"Oh my God," she kept saying. "My God! My God! My God!" It was almost a blend of guttural sounds coming from deep inside her passion well, and words that her tongue was just barely articulating. Her mind seemed gone, totally lost, totally irrational, and it was wonderful. It was a kind of freedom she had never known and her body, especially her pelvis, fucked and fucked and fucked as hard as it could against the giant cock embedded in her cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
When Lance had gone, Renee went back into the pool and floated naked aimlessly for more than an hour, enjoying the wet womb-like feeling of both the pool and the natatorium itself. There was something magic about the empty room. The soft noises of the water, the quiet dimming of light as the sun went down.
She had turned out the lights and made sure that the rest of the building was closed before she had gotten in the water. She knew the place was empty.
After a while she put the plastic dildo in her cunt, held it in place, and continued to float, living and reliving the wonderful moment with Lance-analyzing it, wondering where it would lead her. Would she or should she seduce him again? She would love to fuck him again for sure. She realized the danger of it. She wondered how smart he was, how sophisticated he was. He had certainly handled himself in a very sophisticated way in the water, but he was only nineteen years old and Renee did not know about his history. So it was only natural that she'd wonder whether a body that young would talk out of school or if he would keep his mouth shut.
She had told him that they'd better be quiet about this and he had agreed. She felt pretty secure about it all, but still she wondered. She floated softly in the pool, her long blonde hair moving around her as if by some magic force, her legs and arms just barely moving to keep herself afloat. Her mind concentrated on the warm, tingling sensation in her belly from the vibrating dildo.
Finally, she realized she had gotten worked up again, and knew she'd have to have another orgasm. So she idly let herself move toward the area where the water jet was coming out and then just as idly followed the procedure of the night before, taking the plastic dildo out, putting the long rubber dildo in, and then hanging to the edge of the pool.
Renee had let the water play out its magic over her sensitive clitoris and had had two major orgasms in the space of one and a half minutes. She hung there for a while on the edge of the pool, now completely satisfied and quite exhausted. Finally, she pulled herself from the pool, got into her clothes, and went home.
As she left the building, Lance was already telling the five members of his gang the good news. He had found them a way to get an easy super grade in sociology, and had found them all a super piece of ass.
Lance's gang were all members of the swimming team and were all young men in the same predicament he was in. They were at La Verne Military School in order to keep them under control, all having been brought up in the streets, all having driven their parents and previous schools crazy, and all being farily aggressive and street-wise as a result. They thought of La Verne Military School as a joke, with the single exception of swimming, which they all happened to love. And they thought of Lance as their leader.
The tallest boy in the group was Ted, who was Lance's age. Ted was quite handsome.
Then there was Larry. Almost equally tall, but considerably less muscled and consequently slimmer than Ted.
Bill and Jim also were about the same in size, being a couple of inches shorter than the first two, and both quite wiry and muscular, most of which stemmed from the exceptional swimming experience.
Ray was of a different cut. He was shorter and quite thick, although not fat. He was especially powerful in build and an expert at the breaststroke.
They had known each other only since they had entered La Verne, but had heard of each other for a couple of years now as the word had spread in their neighborhood. They were all from the same city, and originally had all gone to the same high school, but had not known each other. By ordinary standards they would have been considered trouble makers, except they were too smart and street-wise to make any obvious trouble. They were more adept at finding ways to make life easy for them than anything else, and they were lighthearted and fun. There wasn't anything really vicious about them, except they were tough.
Lance was describing what had happened. They were sitting in Lance's room in the dormitory. He was sitting on the bed and they were seated around him on the bed and on the floor, listening.
At first they thought he was kidding them because they couldn't imagine Renee unbending enough to actually fuck somebody. They all had their fantasies about her because of her lovely build and exquisite beauty, but her behavior was so professional that she had actually fooled them into thinking that she was a cold, hard-hearted woman who just happened to be light-hearted around the swimming pool. So they had jerked off with her body in mind, but had never imagined ever getting close to her sexually.
"Now, what we have to do," Lance went on, "is think this thing through. What I want us to do is figure it out so that each one of you individually can fuck Renee just as I did, and do it quickly so that before much more time has passed we are all in a perfect position to get our A's in sociology without having lifted a finger."
The guys liked the idea. They kicked it around, trying to come up with weird ways to do it. Finally Lance, who seemed to have the most common sense, stopped the discussion.
"Now I'll tell you the way to get it started. You see, she doesn't know about you guys being part of a gang. She only knows who you are and respects you for your swimming ability. So what we're going to do is simply have me introduce each one of you as needing some turning lessons in the pool and she'll catch on immediately. We'll do it one at a time and Ted, you'll be first. Tomorrow night when practice is over and everyone has gone I will bring you in. She'll catch on immediately I'm sure. I will leave and you can get your piece of ass. Then the next night we'll do it with somebody else and we'll play it by ear from there."
They agreed. They cheered. They had a beer which they had sneaked in the dormitory. They laughed and horsed around. Finally it got around to them all asking Lance to describe again, in complete detail, what had happened to him.
CHAPTER FOUR
Renee had arrived at practice with great anticipation about seeing Lance again. She was looking forward to seeing how the young man would act.
During practice she had been somewhat dismayed at the amount of cool he displayed. Not once did he break the code of silence, not once did he deviate from the way he had been at previous practices. She looked at him with admiration. She enjoyed watching his body, now having carnal knowledge of it, now knowing the size of his cock and how he could respond. She realized somewhere during the middle of practice that her vagina was indeed wet from the imaginary stimulation.
At one point she talked with him about his turns and he spoke to her like a normal team member, without smiling, without doing anything but being completely involved in what she was saying.
Then, to her surprise, she heard herself suggesting that he stay after practice to try some more turns. He had looked up at her quickly, but
seriously, and said "All right," and gone back to practicing.
Renee left the room for a moment, going to the women's locker room, looking at herself in the mirror, wondering why she had said that, wondering what impulse it was that had driven her to set up the same situation as had happened the night before.
She began talking to herself in the mirror. "Boy, you're some kind of crazy broad. You get transferred to this school to get away from a perfectly innocent but pushy professor who only wanted to fuck you, under the guise of getting away from pushy sex, and here within three months you're pushing yourself on members of your swimming team. You don't make any sense, lady." She stared into her own eyes. She could almost feel Lance's stone-hard cock in her stomach. Then she smiled at herself and said matter-of-factly, "Well, so-be-it, let's play out the string." And she had gone back to where the team was practicing.
As the practice wore on some guilt began to descend on Renee as she began to have thoughts about what would happen if she were caught doing this. It frightened her. Her body seemed to go tense. She vowed, as she stood there watching her team work out, that tonight she would only practice turns with Lance. There would be no sex. It was too dangerous.
As had happened the night before, when she had called a halt to practice, the team had left and Lance had stayed in the pool. He had very coolly followed the same routine as the night before, waiting until the rest of the team had dressed and whoever had wanted to had walked back into the natatorium and joshed a little bit, and then finally said goodnight. In other words, he had waited until everything was clear and safe.
He was in the pool, breathing hard from exertion when the last guys left. He swam to the edge of the pool, resting there only a few feet from Renee, who was sitting on the pool's edge, and looked up at her calmly.
She began to talk in a slow, tense way about what they had practiced the night before and how she had noticed an improvement in his turns this night. Finally, as she was talking, he interrupted.
"Hold it, coach, hold it."
The sternness in his voice had startled her and Renee stopped talking.
"Hey, coach, I don't want to get too heavy, but I've done something you don't know about."
"What are you talking about, Lance?"
"Well, see coach, I figure that Ted needs some practice on his turns, so without asking you I told him to stay after practice tonight. He'll be here in just a minute."
A cold, gripping panic lurched through Renee's body. It was so obvious what he meant. It was something she did not want. It was dangerous and a little bit ugly.
"Lance, forget it," is all she said. She looked at him coldly. "Forget what happened last night and forget what you've got in mind for tonight."
He didn't blink, he just stayed at the edge of the pool looking at her. Finally he said, "No, I don't think so, coach, that's not the way it's going to work."
As she heard the words, Renee also heard the door open. She didn't even look up. She knew it would be Ted. He was a tall, handsome boy, looking almost like a movie star with his clean features, black wavy hair, and his angular, muscular body. He walked up beside Renee and just stood there. The room was silent for a few moments as tension reverberated back and forth between Renee and Lance.
What could she do? She was thinking about what she could do. How could she handle this. They were too powerful for her to get violent but she did have leverage. After all, they were less than twenty years old. She would be able to scare them perhaps, be able to use her position of authority to get them to back off. It made complete sense to her that what they had in mind was just a young boy.'s stunt, somewhat whimsical in nature, something that seemed like a lot of fun, and Lance had simply misinterpreted the type of woman she was.
She looked steadily at Lance, not wanting to hurt him, not wanting to frighten him, but definitely wanting him to get the idea. Finally she began to speak.
"Lance, I know what you must be thinking, and I realize that since Ted is here you must have told him. But you're mistaken. What you have in mind is not going to happen. I'm not that way. What happened last night was an accident. As lovely as it was, it is not going to happen again."
Lance glanced up at Ted, smiled, and said simply, "Are you ready? If you are then get in the water."
Without waiting, Ted jumped in the water, submerging completely and then surfacing almost in front of Renee, a broad grin of glee on his face. As he did that, Lance moved forward quickly and put his hand on Renee's ankle. He looked into her eyes. She looked back at him.
"Let go of me, Lance. Let go of me, I said."
But he held on firmly.
"No, Coach. I'm not going to let go. Why don't you just get in the water now."
He was like a much older man, in command, somewhat stern, and for the first time she detected some menace in his voice.
"You don't have much choice, Teach ... I mean Coach. You don't have much choice at all. Did you tell anybody about what happened last night? Of course you didn't. If you would have told somebody, you might've got off free. But since you didn't tell anybody, who's going to believe you now?"
The words thundered across Renee's consciousness like a great avalanche. He was right.
"Hey Coach," he went on. "I had fun last night, and I thought you did."
The words seemed to leap from her throat, "I did have fun last night, I did enjoy that. But I'm not going to do it again. Lance, it's too dangerous, don't you understand?"
"No, it's not dangerous, believe me. You are more protected than you ever have been. I'll explain that to you some day."
What the hell did he mean? she asked herself. What was he talking about? It sounded like some wild statement and she put it out of her mind. She did not know that the natatorium was completely protected from invasion by the other members of the gang. She couldn't have been more safe from discovery. She glanced at Ted and was astonished to see how cool he was. He was simply treading water and looking up at her, a small smile on his face, but the grin that he had had when he emerged from the water earlier had disappeared. He looked much more mature and frankly much more interesting.
"Get in the water," Lance said.
"No, Lance, I'm not getting in the water."
"Coach, get in the water, please." There was pleading in his voice and Renee heard it. His hand was firm on her ankle. She wondered if she could jerk her foot away and get into the women's locker room before he caught her. She realized he was too strong, that she would never be able to do that.
Then the thought hit her that maybe in this situation, since any refusal on her part would embarrass the boys, that they might be capable of doing something dangerous. She began to talk to herself, telling herself that they were far too strong and could do her damage. She couldn't understand how they would hurt her, but she realized they could if they wanted to.
The pause, as she thought, was more than Lance anticipated, and after a moment he simply pulled firmly on her leg and jerked her into the pool. It was gentle but firm, and he caught her as she came over the edge so that she couldn't hurt herself on a hard tile. He simply put one arm around her and held her. His other hand held onto the edge of the pool. Her face was only inches from his now.
She could feel his body. It did not seem sexy to her because she was so angry.
"Coach, calm down, will you. Just calm down." Then he smiled. "Hey, you feel great."
It was unreal. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Here was this giant, powerful young man holding her like a feather in the water and she was aware that his body felt good against hers, and yet he was literally forcing her to do something and she didn't like that.
"Lance, let go of me. Just let go of me and we'll forget all about this."
"No, not now, Coach, not now." He smiled at her and somehow spun her body so that her crotch was pointing directly into the jet of water coming out underneath the surface. He held her firmly. She felt it, of course, felt the stinging, lovely sensation as the jets of water penetrated the fabric of her suit and instantly got up into her vagina and clitoral area and began to do the work. Within an instant almost she was partially turned on. But it actually made her even more angry.
"Lance! No! Stop it," she said. She tried to hit him. She actually hit his back a couple of times, but it had no effect on him.
He held her firmly, and turned to Ted.
"Ted, pull her suit off," was all he said. The words caused Renee to go even colder inside. She was being raped, literally raped. There was nothing she could do, and yet, somehow she was partially aware of how lovely the water felt. Something magic was turning her on. Something was reducing her ability to resist, but she struggled with him.
Then she felt Ted's hands, somewhat rough, somewhat gentle, begin to pull her suit down over her shoulders, down over her hips, and almost within an instant, almost like a flashbulb going off, Renee realized she was naked in the water..
Lance was unusually quiet as this went on. When Ted put her suit up on the pool decking, he said very quietly and sternly to Ted, "Now get yourself ready. She'll be ready in a moment."
"Ready in a moment," Renee thought. "That arrogant sonofabitch, what does he mean ready in a moment? How does he know that water feels so good to me?" She tried to spin away from the water, but now he had her-once her suit was off-pushed almost directly against the jet of water and his own body was behind her, pushing. It was the strength she couldn't overcome, and the water was doing its work magically now.
Suddenly there was the glow in her stomach. Whereas before her stomach had felt tight and angry, now it felt warm, pulsing. She began to feel tension going out of herself. Maybe, just maybe, she thought, Lance wants to show off to one of his buddies and if I just go along with this it will be over and done with. The thought was comforting to her. She realized she couldn't overcome these strong young men and so she let the comforting thought soothe her. Her body relaxed and Lance felt it.
"Axe you ready," he said to Ted.
"Yes, am I ready." Ted was hanging on the edge of the pool, his cock rock-hard, sticking upward from his body from the severe tension within it, almost coming up and touching his stomach. It curved upward almost lewdly. He wanted to do nothing but shove it into the belly of his beautiful coach.
But there was a code between the two boys and Ted knew he had to wait until Lance said it was alright.
"You sure you're ready," Lance said.
"Yes, damn it, ready and willing," Ted said.
"All right," Lance said. He spun Renee so her crotch was pointed toward Ted. "Now, take ahold of her and do it. She'll love it if you don't waste any time, but stop fucking around and do it." He pushed Renee toward Ted.
Ted, of course, grabbed her instantly. Her legs were around his waist almost instantly.
Suddenly Renee could feel the hard knob of his cock shoving against her cuntal area. His shoulders were massive. Her head was buried in his chest. He was holding her firmly against him now. He was kissing the side of her head, her ears, kissing the back of her neck. He seemed to be all over her. But he was gentle.
As this went on and a certain relaxation came over her body, Renee was aware of the fact that Lance was getting out of the pool.
Then, after a moment, she looked up and Lance was standing looking down at them, smiling. He nodded to her, gave a tiny wave with his hand, and walked out. She was alone with Ted.
Almost before anything else could happen, she felt Ted's hand reach down behind her to grab her buttocks. Then his other hand released from the edge of the pool and went down to his cock. She could feel him trying to find the opening of her cunt as they sank in the water.
She closed her mouth, holding her breath. Because they were both so fish-like in their skills, the water did not frighten them. They sank slowly in the water as Ted put the head of his penis between her vaginal lips. He pushed it gently into her cuntal opening, pushing her body against his body with a hand on her rump.
The insertion felt delicious to Renee. She gasped to herself under water at the lovely heat pouring into her stomach through his cock. Then she felt his feet hit the bottom of the pool and the gentle upward thrust as he flexed his ankle to shoot them back to the surface. When they came up they were completely joined, her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locked behind his back, and her arms around his neck.
"Oh Ted, that's so beautiful," she said, almost gasping as the water poured off from around her mouth. "Ted, fuck me, please fuck me."
Ted couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to fuck her. He was fucking her, but he couldn't believe that she would change so rapidly from resisting him to accepting him. His hand grabbed the edge of the pool and then he realized he didn't have enough traction to push against her. So very quickly he spun his powerful body so that he could push his feet against the end of the pool and he propelled them toward the shallow end in one gigantic push, all the time his cock embedded deeply into her belly.
She hung to him, the water cascading over her face as he took three or four powerful strokes with his arms and finally reached the middle of the pool where he could stand up. He righted them. His feet touched the bottom. Still there wasn't enough traction. He looked toward the edge of the pool and pushed them in that direction until he reached the edge.
Now, with his feet on the bottom and his hands on the edge, he had all the traction he needed. He had Renee's back against the edge of the pool and he began to fuck her almost violently, her cuntal lips flaring open under water as his cock pile-drived back and forth in and out.
Renee felt locked between the strong, sinewy body of the young man, and the cool peaceful feeling of the tile behind her. There was no escape. There wasn't any reason to escape and she didn't want to. The cock was absolutely delicious. Whereas she had basically fucked Lance the night before, tonight she was the one getting fucked and was getting fucked royally.
She grew silent, concentrating on the tremendous excitement as the giant prick moved in and out of her rotating vagina. His pubic mound touched her clitoris on the in stroke, stimulating her. Her belly had become the familiar ember again. Passion rose within her. Surprisingly, she realized she was about to cum. It had all been so quick. It seemed like only a minute before she had been sitting on the edge of the pool completely de-sexed, and here she was now - a minute later - on the verge of cumming.
Her mouth was pressed against Ted's hairy chest and she began to speak through the hairs, "TED, I'M CUMMING." There was dismay in her voice. He could hear it.
"I'M ACTUALLY CUMMING. I'M CUMMING HARD. FUCK ME HARDER! HURT ME WITH THAT BIG BEAUTIFUL COCK OF YOURS! SLIDE IT FARTHER UP INSIDE OF ME. WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T STOP THAT BEAUTIFUL RHYTHM, BECAUSE I AM CUMMING."
She paused only a second, grinding her cunt against his cock, trying everything she could with her limited body movement to get as much sensation as possible. Then she felt it happening. The first surges began to soar through her loins and her belly.
"OOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH-HHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH-HHHHH, AAAAAAAAA AAA A AAHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHH," she began to scream into Ted's chest. It seemed to give him extra energy.
He had not previously had a woman who wanted to be fucked extraordinarily hard. Most of the girls he had fucked had been quick and somewhat violent, but not in this way. This was sensual. This was demanding of his male strength. He loved it. His well conditioned loins were up to it as far as strength went, and he pounded his steaming pole relentlessly into her cunt. He was gushing himself and the screaming in his chest only accentuated his desire to ejaculate.
It was an Orgasm of complete synchronization, an accidental thing, a blessing neither anticipated. But the fact was that right in the middle of Renee's gigantic orgasm, Ted's hot semen began to splash against her cervix, burning her almost, exciting her tremendously, and her orgasm exploded into one of the super kind-almost making her faint, almost making her begin to weep because it was so beautiful.
She hung there, sagging against his chest when it was over, feeling his long, bulging cock throb as the last drops of semen and last convulsions swept out of it up into her stomach. It was a lovely, complete feeling. She squeezed against his back with her legs, trying to pull him closer. But he had her smashed against the tile already and was completely inside of her. He held himself there without moving now, himself feeling the lovely, all-consuming convulsions.
When it was all over and Ted had gone, Renee again returned to the pool, this time, however, without the underlying peacefulness she had felt the night before. This time something different was going on in her life. This time there was a problem that she could anticipate, that she foresaw. She floated in the pool many long minutes, trying to find an answer, her own sexuality. Her own sexual response partially bothered her tonight, for the first time in a long, long time. There was something wrong with what was happening but she didn't know what it was. One of the things she could recognize was that obviously Lance had told Ted and that just as obviously there was a chance he would tell somebody else. Now there was also the possibility Ted would tell somebody else. Would her sexuality be common knowledge among the. swimmers within a matter of days? Perhaps tomorrow she would see a difference in her students. She made a note to be especially observant in her sociology classes. She was sure she'd be able to tell. The boys were so young and unsophisticated.
Her thoughts flashed to her mother. She laughed to herself. She knew what her mother's reaction would be to her behavior. A common slut, a whore, a sexual machine. Thoughts like that went through Renee's mind. It made her laugh because she instinctively recognized that her sexuality, and what she had been doing with it, was a beautiful and not an ugly thing.
It wasn't the sexuality that bothered her. Her parents, sure, they would reject what she was doing, categorically. But she, intellectually at least, understood that. What she didn't understand was that her parents' teaching had had such a profound effect on her life and the way she was leading her life. Maybe she would understand that some day, but as she floated there in the water, going over the realities that were occurring in her life at the moment, that was a fact that she did not understand. Had she understood it her life would have been much simpler. Had she understood the damaging effects of the various community and religious codes under which she had been brought up, she would have had a better solution now. But she had only touched on these things slightly in classes and bull sessions with friends, but she had not actually experienced them as a solution. It had been, for want of a better word, theoretical up to this point. She had realized after a while that she was extraordinarily hungry, and she had not used the vibrating dildo, and had not had her major orgasm. Instead, she had dressed and gone from the building; had found herself a steak house, and had filled herself with a good meal before going home and collapsing.
She had not noticed any difference in her first class the following morning, but as she was picking up her papers to go to the teacher's lounge to rest an hour before her next class began, she was very much aware of the fact that Lance and Larry had walked casually into the room as the other students had filed out. She did not notice Ted close the door from the outside, and did not notice, of course, that Ted, Bill, Ray and Jim were standing casually in the hallway, as if waiting for class to start.
Lance had simply walked up to her quietly, his face firm, and with just a faint trace of a smile, and had looked at her only a moment before he reached out and took her arm, spinning her so that her back was to him. It was almost violent, but there was a gentleness about it.
He leaned against the desk with Renee leaning back against it.
"Stop it! What are you doing?" She spurted out several epitaphs like that, not knowing what he was doing, but frightened by the action.
He simply held her firmly and Larry walked around in front of her. She froze when she saw the tall young man. He seemed so gaunt and scarecrow-like, but knew he was wiry and exceptionally strong, and she had images of his long, slender body plowing through the water as his thin but powerful arms propelled him in races. There was a kind of handsome, Greek-like curl to his lips and his eyes were deep and sparkling. She had thought to herself on other occasions that if you could give him twenty more pounds he would be a strikingly handsome man. But now he stood before her, gaunt-like, somewhat tense and edgy, and she did not think him handsome. She thought him frightening.
He was not looking at her, but was looking at Lance. Finally, quietly, she heard Lance say, "Get at it man, you don't have much time."
A chill of fear, the same fear she had felt before, rippled through her body, making her tense and frightened. She tried to struggle, but Lance so obviously meant business that she knew she couldn't get away.
She watched in consternation as Larry unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. She stared at it, unbelieving. It was thin, quite long, with a large purple knob for an end. It was semi-erect and obviously growing.
He looked at her a moment, stroking it, making sure that it was hard enough. Then quickly he reached forward and lifted her skirt. She screamed at him, but he simply put his hand up over her mouth to stop the noise and looked at Lance.
"Shut up, Coach, just shut up," Lance commanded her. There was no mistaking the seriousness in his voice.
Larry moved his hand away. Carefully he tucked her skirt up under the waistband and then very quickly pulled her pants down over her feet. Her crotch was naked. He looked briefly at the thick blonde bush as it stuck out toward him. His tongue thrust out. He was almost drooling. He reached down and touched her cunt, running his long bony finger back through her vaginal lips, penetrating her cuntal opening. He finger fucked her for a moment.
"Oh, Oh!" she said with disgust. "Oh! Stop it!"
But he continued.
"Shut up, Coach," Lance said.
His finger felt good actually. She liked the sensation. She even liked what was happening to her. She often had the fantasy of rape, and now this was happening. It wasn't quite like rape, but it was close. Her eyes couldn't leave Larry's long purple cock. It was now standing out from his belly like a small pole. She felt him reach down and put his hands behind her legs, pulling her knees apart and lifting her cunt up opposite his cock.
He adjusted his arms so they were underneath her knees and her legs were almost over his shoulders, but not quite, running alongside of his body. The position put her cuntal opening exactly opposite his cock. Without hesitation he stuck the knob in, not using his hands, moving his body to work the knob around so that it penetrated the vaginal lips and entered her cunt.
"Oh," she said. "Oh, God." It was a mixture of fright and passion. There was something exciting about what was happening. "Oh God!" she said again.
Lance simply looked down at his hard man-meat, watching it as it slipped sensuously between the large pouting vaginal lips of his beautiful blonde coach. Her legs looked lovely to him, her crotch opening absolutely fascinating. He had never had a woman as beautiful as this. He had only had the girls of the street and had not had the pick of the lot, mainly because of his appearance. Now he had the most beautiful woman of his life. His cock seemed ready to burst.
"Hurry up," Lance said, "you haven't got much time. Fuck her. Just fuck her."
Larry began to drive his sturdy prick. He was not concerned about Renee's pleasure. He was concerned about orgasming and he was almost ready to cum. He stroked happily, his head still down watching his cock, long and slim and bursting with blood as it came out of her cuntal opening and then slipped sensually back in. Almost instantly Larry began to cum. He lurched a few times violently, taking those final delicious strokes that make a man ejaculate, and then he started to cum.
His semen seemed to pour out of him like water out of a hose. It shot up into Renee's belly in lovely cascades of heat. She felt it.
"OHHHHH," she said. "AAAGGGHHHH!" Now her voice had passion in it. She was feeling something.
"OH YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME," she passionately exclaimed. She didn't care now. The room could have been full of people. She wanted cock, she wanted that feeling. Then she felt Larry's body go slack as the wave of orgasm passed through him and was gone. He seemed to go limp. She could feel his cock deflating.
"Okay?" Lance said.
It was a question. Larry looked up and nodded.
"Okay!" He smiled at Renee, then abruptly pulled his penis out, stuffing it back in his pants and going to the door.
Lance continued to hold Renee. She didn't know what was going on. The passion was still welled up in her body, and so she didn't speak. Before any conscious thoughts entered her mind, suddenly Jim was in front of her. She heard the door click open and then heard it click open and closed again.
Now Jim was doing the same thing. His cock was out of his pants. He was stroking himself. Jim had a different attitude, however. Jim was confident. He looked into her eyes.
"Hi, Coach," he said, actually smiling.
"Jim!" she said. It was all she could say. She stared at him. She knew he was going to fuck her. Lance had not released his grip. "Jim, for God's sakes!" she said. Then her eyes moved toward his cock. It was exactly the opposite of Larry's. It was . thick, but probably no more then five inches long. She doubted if she could get it in her mouth it was so thick. It was just different. It had a different color. It looked soft, velvety, and yet it was obviously rock hard.
Jim moved toward her. He put his hand on her cunt, as Larry had. He slid his finger into her pussy, as Larry had. He was stroking his cock with one hand and finger-fucking her with another.
"JIM, PLEASE, PLEASE FUCK ME," Renee gasped.
He had gotten to her passion button and she simply wanted cock all she could get. Right now she didn't care.
"JIM, FUCK ME. PLEASE FUCK ME."
It was all the young man needed to turn him on. He did the same thing Larry had, lifting her knees, spreading her legs, and simply slid his cock right into her cunt. Larry's semen was dripping from it. Her cunt was moist and gaping somewhat from the large cock that had just been inside of it. He simply put the head of his cock against the opening and pushed it in. He moved slowly, powerfully, going all the way to the hilt with his first move.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH-HHH," Renee said, her voice gasping in her throat at the sudden surge of pleasure. "OH! YES! YES, JIM. YES, THAT'S WHAT I WANT. PLEASE, IN AND OUT, FAST!"
Jim began to fuck her. It was almost a replay of what had happened to her before. With a single exception, that this time Renee herself was approaching orgasm. She knew it was the quick kind of orgasm. She knew she had to respond and her body was capable of it.
Then, when she was almost at the point of orgasm, Lance said, "Wait a minute, back off, Jim. Just a goddamn minute." He pushed Renee away from him and spun her around.
As he spun her, Jim caught her and stopped her. Lance pulled his cock from his pants. It was now stone-hard and sticking out from his belly.
"Suck my prick," he said. He said it simply, but it was a command. "Bend forward and suck this."
Jim pushed her forward. Her mouth went over Lance's cock, her lips softening, trying to get the ultimate feeling. Renee didn't care if anybody walked in the room. It just didn't make any difference to her. She just wanted all the cock she could get.
She bent forward, sucking, and then once she started to suck she felt Jim's hands on her hips and realized immediately that her cunt was available to him if she pushed her rump out slightly. She did that and almost before she could get settled into position she felt his thick, blunt cock sliding deliciously into her cuntal opening, which now to her seemed excruciatingly hungry and demanding. She just wanted to be pounded with cock, She wanted to feel that rising heat in her stomach.
They held that position for only a moment before Renee felt the familiar twinge of her stomach turning into a glowing ember and making her happy. She sucked effusively, sensuously, sucking Lance's cock down her throat as hard as she could.
As she did she began to cum.
The massive convulsions of her throbbing cunt and the wild gyrations of her buttocks as she strove to get more feeling into her orgasm triggered Jim to orgasm, and as she yelled obscenely around the girth of Lance's cunt, she felt Jim's semen begin to pour into her.
"I'M CUMMING, OH AM I CUMMING. OH, PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME."
She was shouting around Lance's cock. It was unintelligible and yet the passion in her voice was clearly intelligible.
Jim continued to pound his cock into her cunt as if reaching for a second orgasm. It stayed hard. It stayed thick and felt delicious to her, but as her own orgasm subsided, she turned her attention and sensuality to Lance's long, powerful cock as it slid in and out of her moist lips. She tried to take it completely down her throat. She made guttural noises to cause vibrations around the shaft.
Lance leaned back, enjoying the lovely head job he was getting. His eyes were closed. He, of course, knew they were safe in the room and he let his passion run its course. Finally, and with great profundity, he splashed his semen gushingly down her throat.
Renee gasped in astonishment as she felt the first impulse and then began to swallow as fast as she could. There was just too much semen, however, and after it had filled the corners and cavities of her mouth and it had over-flowed her throat, it began to spill sensuously out the corner of her mouth and down her chin.
She drank and slurped as fast as she could. She kept sucking long after he had stopped ejaculating. She loved the texture and the taste. Renee was totally turned on and had not been completely satisfied. The orgasm had only been the start for her. She hoped the whole swimming team would come in the room. The thought did cross her mind that maybe they were all lined up out there since Jim had followed Larry, but that was not to be.
After cumming heavily and regaining his senses, Lance had watched the clock carefully, enjoying the hot ravenous mouth on his cock but knowing he would have to stop. He signaled finally to Jim and the young man pulled his penis from Renee's cuntal opening. He leaned down quickly and gave her pouting, gaping cuntal lips a licentious kiss, then patted her on the rump as he stood up, slipped his cock back into his pants and left the room.
As he did so, Lance pushed her head away from his cock.
"NO," she said. "NO, I WANT MORE."
"Coach, you've got to stop. Its almost time for your new students to be here. Hey, Coach, Coach."
He slapped her slightly on the cheek lovingly, designed to break her mood, and it was successful. He held her firmly, his hands on each shoulder, shaking her a little bit.
"Coach, its almost time for your next class."
The words got through to her.
"You just have time to go to the washroom and clean up, Coach."
He was very business-like but friendly.
She looked at him disbelievingly, then realized a certain feeling of sympatico. Suddenly she liked this young man. She realized he was unusually sophisticated and Renee especially liked his cool.
"You were never in any danger of discovery," he said quietly.
She didn't respond, not realizing the truth of what he had said and not realizing how he had brought it about. Yet, somehow she understood that the door had been protected.
"Coach, you're beautiful," he said.
She nodded her head at him matter-of-factly and said, lovingly, "So are you."
She reached forward and took his penis in her hand. It was now almost soft and she stroked it lovingly a couple of times, bent forward and kissed it gently on the tip, then stuffed it back in his pants. She looked at him smilingly and said, "Do you think you can finish?"
She stood up, adjusted her dress, and walked to the door. When she pulled it open, Renee was smiling as she looked into the eyes of the rest of the gang while they waited. She walked by them feeling very good about herself and went in to wash her face.
After her morning classes, she had gone to the cafeteria and then sat in a quiet corner, mulling over all that had happened. It had been quite a morning to say the least, and she had some new information she had to sort out.
She ticked off in her mind the young boys on her team that had fucked her. There was Lance, Jim, Ted and Larry, and then she ticked off in her mind who else had been standing outside the door earlier this morning and realized that Bill and Ray had not been involved with her. She wondered if they would be. Somehow the idea excited her as she sat there thinking.
Why these guys? What was the deal? Maybe they were just a close-knit group because they were swimmers. She really didn't know except she had detected that each one of them had acted reasonably sophisticated, in fact highly sophisticated for eighteen to twenty year olds and somehow that congealed in her mind and seemed to point to the fact that there was some kind of unity between them that she didn't understand. She smiled to herself. Renee was actually enjoying what was happening. They had a sort of a brusque, child-like way about them, but had not been mean or violent. In fact, they had been gentle and thoughtful in their own way. She was aware that her cunt was dripping as she ate her salad.
She had one more class at three followed by practice, which began at four-thirty, and so, when she finished her lunch, she went to the library to do some necessary research for an upcoming sociological project she was involved in with a group of students.
She smiled to herself as she worked through the stacks of books back to the sociology section, saying almost aloud, "Wouldn't it be funny if they followed me back in here to pick off the other two."
The thought slipped out of her mind immediately, of course, as she got involved in her project.
It was probably because of her total involvement with her project that she didn't notice what was happening around her. What she had done was find four books that seemed to touch on the subject that she wanted to research and she had laid them down on the library floor between the stacks and was kneeling down looking through them, not wanting to take them all to the desk nearby. As she was looking through the books to determine which one was the one she wanted to actually study, she realized Ray was standing directly in front of her.
All she could see was his feet, but she knew who it was instinctively. She smiled to herself.
"My God, they are going to follow me back here."
Somehow or other there was no panic this time and she knew she was safe. She glanced up, looking beyond Ray's legs, and sure enough at the end of the corridor between the stacks she saw the back of Ted as he stood there casually looking at a book and obviously protecting that end of the corridor. Renee looked over her shoulder in back of her. Larry and Lance were looking at books. She looked back at Ray's feet, smiling to herself.
Casually and deliberately, she closed the books and' pushed them up against the stacks on the floor. Then, now completely into what they were doing, she simply raised her head until it was opposite his penis. She didn't look up at him.
Renee didn't say anything but simply reached up and opened his fly, pulling his cock out.
She gasped at the size of it. It was unusually long for such a short person and was quite thick. She put her hand around it and could just barely get her fingers around the girth. She began to milk it and could feel the energy in it. Renee knew she had surprised him, but again there was that cool that she had detected in the others.
He simply stood quietly, not painicking, not afraid, and his cock began to respond. She felt it growing and finally softened her lips. Renee opened her mouth and took the knob inside, beginning to suck on it gently.
He was hard almost instantly, it seemed.
She smiled at the youthful energy.
When she became aware that her vagina was as juicy as it needed to be, she simply pushed back on him, somehow indicating to him through her push that she wanted him to lie down on his back. Somewhat awkwardly because his cock was in her mouth, he got into position, lying down on a cold tile floor, his prick now sticking straight up in her mouth as she leaned over him.
In that position she reached back and raised her skirt, somehow snaking her pants down around her knees. She got them off her legs and then, not having looked at him yet, she simply crawled forward so that her cunt was over his cock. Before the boy could move, Renee had it deeply imbedded in her vagina. She had simply sat down on his cock, somewhat surprising him, turning him on, and now for the first time she leaned forward, her face directly over his.
She looked at him smilingly and didn't say anything. Her vaginal muscles began to work on his rigid cock. After a moment she said:
"Hello, Ray."
The boy was thunderstruck by her cool. He shook his head back and forth as if in dismay and put his hands up above his head, as though praying to the heavens for mercy or rather for explanation, but he did not stop what he was doing.
The excitement of being in command and having fun with these young men swept over Renee rapidly. Her stomach was an almost instant cinder now, glowing and red. She was right on the verge of cumming almost from the first moment. The thickness and length of his cock was absolutely delicious and in her position she could rub her clitoris against his clothing.
"Ray," she said, "you'd better hurry up if you want to catch up with me 'cause I'm going to cum in about a minute."
The boy couldn't believe his eyes, but he was more than ready to cum. He had never felt such heat. He had never seen such a lovely woman and she had taken him completely by surprise, of course.
Renee grew silent, her cunt now grinding hungrily at the thick burgeoning cock burrowing up into her stomach. She could feel the veins on his cock with her cuntal walls. Everything was perfect. She had never anticipated anything like this in a library. Renee loved it. The shadow of Ted up at the end of the stack was reassuring. She knew she couldn't make any noise, but was aware also that she didn't have to, that all she really needed to do was fuck as hard as she could.
Finally, she raised herself up so that she was sitting almost straight up and could get a better movement in her pelvis. When she did that she closed her eyes and began to grind out the beautiful sexual harmony her body was searching for. It seemed to grow, burgeoning through her body.
Then, when she was almost at her peak, Renee suddenly felt the touch of a penis against her lips as she opened her eyes startled.
Bill had simply walked up, straddling Ray's body, and put his cock in front of her mouth. His hands slipped behind her head.
"Open up, Coach," he said.
Bill was always the coolest of the group, or so she thought. His actions seemed cool now. His penis was hard and thrusting, a beautiful, lovely, velvety penis about normal in length and circumference, just the kind she liked. She happily opened her mouth, and when she did Bill simply pulled her head forward, almost ramming his cock down her throat he inserted it so fast.
It made her gag and her head pulled back. His hands released slightly and then pulled again. This time her throat adjusted. She sucked him in happily and the impetus on her sexual nature of what these boys were doing in the confines of the library proved to be even more sexually exciting than Renee could have imagined.
Almost immediately after Bill's cock was in her throat she began to cum. She fucked Ray for several minutes, not wanting to stop, not really caring where she was, and she came several times. She was lost in her world of sensuality, happily sucking on Bill's cock and fucking Ray as hard as she could. Renee was not really sure whether Ray came. Ray had cum, but the action on his cock was so violent and sensual that his cock did not go down and so he just laid there in astonishment, enjoying the feelings.
Then, as if from out of a cloud or out of a mystery source, Renee clearly heard Lance say, "FOR DAMNED SAKES, HURRY UP, HURRY UP, YOU THREE"
There was some urgency in his voice and she realized that they would have to stop. As much fun as it was, it was still a tremendous risk, and so she began to suck harder on Bill's cock until she made him cum.
When he finally pulled away from her, she was a beautiful image with slender threads of semen pulling out from her hot swollen lips, which were securely fastened to the end of his penis. She quickly stuck her tongue out and snapped the threads, sucking them in and swallowing them.
Practice that night had gone without a hitch and this served mainly to confirm Renee's belief that these boys were indeed cool. In fact she began to suspect something was different about them. They were far too cool for eighteen to twenty year olds.
Later, with practice over, Renee had realized she was ravenous, and instead of swimming by herself in the pool she had rushed out the building and gone to dinner. She had picked a quiet table in a quiet restaurant she knew and had spent more than an hour, her back toward the rest of the room, slowly eating her meal in the soft candlelight and going over in her mind the details of what had happened to her the last few days.
She was astonished to find out that she felt no guilt and yet she was aware that she should feel it. The reasons lay in two areas. One, the boys were too young, and two, she had no right to be that sensual. She grew philosophical as the wine mellowed her mood and eventually was able to smile at herself, realizing that much of her problem stemmed from her upbringing, and once she realized that she quickly put it out of her mind. She still didn't focus on the total effects of her upbringing, but Renee inadvertently was getting closer to the full realization of what was happening to her.
When she had finished dinner, Renee drove contentedly back to the natatorium and let herself in, stripping her clothes off on the deck of the pool and plunging into the water stark naked.
As she floated, her eyes partially open, partially closed, dream-like, a smile crossed her face. She remembered her luncheon and how she had said it had indeed been quite a morning.
With the opportunity to add the events of the afternoon to that picture, she could say she could underline the "indeed." It had been probably the most bizarre day of her life.
Intercourse with five different men.
"No," she said.
Intercourse with four and the cocks of two others in her mouth. That's six different men.
She smiled to herself even more broadly, once she realized the total number.
Renee swam contentedly thinking about that. Then finally she said to herself, "Renee, you're getting to be quite a gal."
CHAPTER FIVE
Two uneventful days followed, and then on the third day, in the evening, when she left the natatorium at about ten after having had her "therapy," as she called it, and was struggling with the lock on her car in the cool mountain air, Lance grabbed her from behind.
Panic stricken because she didn't know who it was, she fought desperately, but he simply picked her up, his hand over her mouth, his other arm around her waist, and carried her to a waiting car.
He pushed her into the backseat rather roughly, and as she flew in amongst the waiting bodies, her eyes registered enough to realize that the car was full of the six guys.
Her anger, and especially her fear, abated as she heard the outcries of, , "Hi Coach, come on in."
There was a certain sound of jubilation in the voices and a certain recklessness. There were three men in the backseat and Renee simply landed on the middle one. She was quickly hugged and settled in between two of them. It was only then that she got her voice back. She was angry at the rough treatment and especially at the fear that had been generated, and now, though her anger had diminished, she felt she had to express herself when she did.
"God damn you guys," she shouted.
She seldom swore but now felt the anger surging up inside of her again.
"God damn you guys."
They were silent. The three young men in the back seat literally killed it and she could see three heads looking over at her, all smiling, from the front seat. Lance was looking from the driver's seat.
"God damn you guys." she went on.
"What are you doing to me? Why are-v you treating me this way? Now let me out of this car!"
"Ah, come on, Coach, relax a little, nothing is going to happen to you," one of them said.
The words were followed by a mixture of several guys saying roughly the same thing. She could hear the sincerity in their voices, but there was also a sort of frightening edge of excitement in their voices that she couldn't quite identify. She knew they were up to something.
"Come on, Coach, relax, just relax, we're going to show you a good time."
Somehow, deep inside her, a smile surfaced. She knew they could show her a good time sexually. It really wasn't such a bad idea. She was somewhat tired but had not had her usual exhausting orgasm on the edge of the pool, and so her libido was running slightly high. Still, she couldn't tolerate what they had done with her. They were virtually kidnapping her.
"Hey look, guys, fun is fun," she said, beginning slowly.
"Fun is fun and I like fun as much as anybody, but you guys are too much. You scared the hell out of me back there in the parking lot."
"That's the only way I could have gotten you in the car," Lance said, quietly. "Think about that, we want you in the car, Coach. This is where you belong. You belong with us and we're going to show you a good time tonight."
With that he turned and started the engine. As the car began to move, Renee realized there was nothing she could do.
She wondered briefly why they weren't in their dormitory and then it occurred to her. It was Friday night, the cadet's night off. She knew that many of the cadets had cars and accepted the fact that Lance would have one.
They rode along. The boys were in good spirits. She realized after a few moments that they were very relaxed with her and having fun. It was like she was a crony of theirs and they were taking her into their confidence.
She kiddingly tried to find out from them where they were going, but they refused to tell her, explaining humorously that they were going to show her a good time and not to worry about it.
Then, after they had driven for a few moments, she realized they were not only heading out of the campus area but were moving across town. They were on a main street that led directly through the city. She was not that familiar with the city, having been in Colorado only a short time, but she did know that much about it. It wasn't until they turned into Pauberg that she realized they were indeed heading into an all girls school similar to the one they had just come from, private, very exclusive, with students of the same age as these boys.
She leaned forward suddenly and said rather sharply.
"Hey guys, I can't go in there, someone might recognize me and I'd be in trouble for running around with you guys."
Ted pulled her back. His arm was around her, comforting her, playing with her and he said, softly, "We're just going in to get Lance's girlfriend. You don't even have to get out of the car."
That was the first she'd heard about Lance's, or anybody else's, girlfriend. She accepted it. It would actually be nice to have another female in the group.
Tina was totally excited as she came running down the steps of the dormitory with Lance. He pulled open the far side of the car.
To Renee's surprise, she got directly into the back seat. She knew who Renee was, calling her by name. It was a fact that didn't escape Renee's notice, but she didn't draw conclusions from it. They drove out of the school yard and headed out into the country.
"Hey, where we going?" Renee said.
"Same answer, Coach, same answer, just relax. You're going to have a good time, don't worry."
Tina reached across and touched her arm. She was sitting on Bill's lap and looked directly into her face, saying:
"Everything's alright, everything's cool."
Tina was a tall, athletic looking brunette with a strikingly handsome face that would not be called beautiful, but attractive. Her figure was voluptuous and full of the energy of youth. Her long brunette hair was hanging casually, seemingly uncombed, and there was a vivacious quality to the way she spoke and listened.
Then Ray, who was sitting between Renee and Tina, said something that sent a cold shiver of fear through Renee's body. He almost whispered it, but said it loud enough so everybody could hear.
"Tinalikes girls," he said.
All of the fellows laughed and then Larry, who was sitting on the left side of the front seat, turned around toward her and said directly:
"Yeah, she really does like girls, Coach. I hope you like that."
Renee had to fight the impulse to yell at them, to begin scolding. She realized they were just having fun, but this had taken on a dimension that she didn't care for.
They were in hilly country now, winding up a quiet country road. Finally, Lance pulled into a dirt road and up a rather steep hill. They only went a few feet until they switched off the light and shut off the motor. Instantly the doors burst open and the guys began to pile out.
Renee heard Tina squealing. She got out with them, not knowing what to do. They weren't forcing her, but were just sort of coaxing her to come along and have a good time. So she got out.
Lance opened the trunk and several hands reached in, pulling out various paraphernalia; a basket, a couple of blankets, some six packs-then she wondered how they got their hands on the six packs. But before she could ask them they were leading her up a hill. She could see where they were going. The moonlight was rather bright and even though it was somewhat chilly in the mountains it was not so cold that they wouldn't be comfortable.
They spread the blankets on top of the hill. It was peaceful there and beautiful. Their eyes were already adjusted to the darkness. They could see each other clearly.
They opened some beer. There were sandwiches. They began to giggle and laugh, joking between themselves. Nothing was mentioned about Tina and Renee, but there was still a cold, clammy hand of fear somehow hanging onto Renee's entrails, remembering clearly what they had said to her and how Larry had confirmed it in the car.
As far as Tina was concerned she had made no move whatsoever that suggested lesbianism to Renee. Still, the cold hand of fear was there as she nibbled on her sandwich, making light talk with the kids. Renee could sense, however, an undertone of tension amongst the guys. Tina seemed the only one that was relaxed. Yet they were all having fun. Gradually, however, as they were finishing their food they began to begin to tease Renee, making fun of the idea that they were going to show her a good time. It came from several of the guys, different comments, different innuendos and Renee could feel her own tension building, somehow sensing what was about to happen. Yet she went along with them, not knowing what else she could do.
Then, suddenly and quietly, Lance's cruel, clear voice said:
"Okay, Coach, take off your clothes."
It caught Renee by surprise.
"Take off my-" she didn't finish her sentence.
"Yeah, take 'em off," Lance said.
He was quiet, as was the whole group. There was a long awkward pause of embarrassment, after which Ted said from across the circle, "Go ahead, Coach, it'll be one of the best moves you've ever made."
It was lighthearted, almost childish, and certainly kidding. But it didn't strike Renee that way.
"No!"
"No?"
"Not tonight, guys," she said.
"Yes, tonight," Lance said, "and now."
"Oh, please, it's too cold up here," she said as Lance began to move toward her. He paused, then said quietly, "You know, maybe you're right, maybe just the bottom half will be enough, and then he laughed.
It was the first time she had heard him sound a little insane. She wondered about that. He was ordinarily so cool. Then quickly he moved around her and flung his arms around her shoulders. It was not a caress and not a hug. She could feel the firmness of his grip.
As soon as he did that, Bill, who was sitting beside her, moved around in front of her. She was sitting with her legs partially tucked under her and her feet to one side, and he simply reached forward and took her feet, pulling them so that her legs were straight out in front of her. She jerked them back, trying to resist, but he was too strong and pulled them out again. i
Then, putting his weight on her feet, he simply reached forward and began unsnapping her pants. Within seconds Renee was naked from the waist down.
Feeling helpless now, Renee simply slumped and left her feet out in front of her while Bill moved away. Her cunt seemed to be pointing upward toward the group. She felt embarrassed, especially with Tina there.
Tina was directly in front of her across the circle and seemed almost to be looking at her casually. The soft moonlight hid the details of Tina's expression. Renee looked at her calmly, realizing that of all the members of the group Tina was the only one who could possibly be the center of attention in this particular arrangement.
None of the boys moved. They seemed to be waiting. Nothing was said. Finally, Tina moved and began to crawl toward her. When she was close enough Renee could see the excitement on her face.
"God, she's beautiful," Tina said, almost under her breath. She was staring at Renee's open crotch and her long, smooth legs.
Tentatively Tina reached out and touched Renee's left thigh on the inside. Her hand was gentle, her touch appealing. She began to move her fingers over Renee's leg. A cold shiver of disgust swept through Renee. This was a dimension of sexuality she had never explored and, because of her upbringing, had a natural built-in repugnance to homosexual themes. Yet, she was also aware that the touch felt good.
"Please don't," she said, "please don't, Tina."
"Cool it, Coach," Lance said in her ear, "just cool it."
All of the boys were silent, watching.
Tina looked beautiful in the soft light, and when she raised her hand and put it against Renee's outer vaginal lips, some of the repugnance of the situation seemed to vanish. The touch was soft. It was sensual. Tina's fingers explored gently the outer lips, moving down one lip, touching the perineum, back up the other lip, and then, finally, moving back and forth easily and slowly across the hidden clitoris underneath.
She repeated this for several moments, her head down, resting on her knees as she leaned forward, seeming to know exactly where to touch Renee to stimulate her.
The silence seemed contagious, almost romantic, and slowly Renee's sexuality surfaced. The absolutely expert touch on her clitoris and vaginal opening was too much. Lust seemed to swell up inside of her, but she resisted it. She clenched her teeth, her stomach tightening. How was she going to get out of this. There was no way, of course, and she knew it. She slumped back further against Lance.
He mistook her movement for sexual arousal. He was partially right, but partially wrong too. When he felt her move he quickly laid her down so that her back was on the blanket and said, "Get yourself in a better position, Coach, she wants to eat you out."
The words, "Eat you out," tumbled through Renee's mind angrily and heavily. It was a disgusting thought.
"No," she said, "no, I won't let you do this to me. What we've done so far is one thing, but this I can't allow."
She tried to straighten up, but Lance simply put his hand against her chest and shoved her back.
"Cool it, Coach," was all he said.
He held her securely and she could feel the firmness. She could feel the determination in his arm even though he wasn't being violent. She lay there a moment, thinking wildly about how she could talk them out of this. As she did, Tina's fingers continued to move over and over her steaming clitoris.
Renee was pragmatic enough to accept the fact that she was getting sexually turned on despite her repugnance. She could feel the warmth in her stomach and began to feel like she wanted to open up her body and accept something inside. Her tongue began to move over her lips as though she wanted something inside her mouth.
She was aware of these things, but was thinking desperately about how to get out of this situation. Then, as if by a funny kind of magic, she thought of her parents. The instant she became aware of her parents she simultaneously became aware of their teachings. Her common sense and sophistication told her nothing ugly was happening to her right now. There was nothing she was doing that should make her body or mind think in terms of repugnance. Tension seemed to vanish as this thought went through her head. She relaxed and began to push her cunt back toward Tina's exploring finger.
When she did that, a kind of tension seemed to go out of Tina at the same time and she quickly lay forward on her stomach, her head coming into position directly opposite Renee's clitoris. She began to move her mouth around the extremities of Renee's bush, tonguing the crevice where her legs joined her stomach, licking upward onto Renee's belly. Always titillating, always sensual, but always staying away from her clitoris. Renee felt the warmth of Tina's breath and pushed her body back. She was ready now, welcoming this new dimension of sexuality. Without thinking, she reached her hand over to Lance's crotch. She surprised him. He was simply sitting there beside her, resting on his knees, ready to hold her in position should she move. His crotch was part way open to her and her hand fell directly on his bulging penis visible beneath his pants. Instinctively she grabbed the bulk of his cock. She didn't move her hand up and down and didn't stoke it. She just held onto it. Lance didn't move. He was waiting, watching.
Then Tina's tongue touched her clitoris for the first time. It was just a flick. A flicking twist of the tongue, but the heat and the unusualness of it made Renee gasp with pleasure.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH," she said. "OOOOOOOHHHHH, OOOOOOOHHHHHH."
It was very quick and surprising, and seemed to penetrate the night air. Tina's tongue became stirringly alive. She threw her arms around Renee's legs and brought her hands up over Renee's belly so that her fingertips were on either side of Renee's cuntal opening. Very gently she spread the now swollen and lustful vaginal lips apart, pulling the hair and flesh away from the swelling clitoris.
In a soft blue moonlight she could barely make out the shape of the tiny red organ and she put her tongue directly against the underside of it. She held it there gently for a moment, letting the warmth seep into Renee's body. Then, again with complete gentleness, she began a slow soft circling with her tongue of the head of the clitoris sticking out toward her voluptuously. She swirled her tongue around and around and as she did, of course, the heat of passion began to penetrate Renee's body and soul. It did not go up into her slowly but seemed more like quantums of electricity penetrating wildly, seeming to search out every nook and corner of her sexual being.
It was a feeling she had never felt before. Renee had been eaten out many times, but always by men. And now, for the first time she was feeling the intimate expertise that a woman possesses.
"OH, AAAHHHHH, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL," Renee said. "So soft, so hot. It's the most beautiful thing I ever felt. Please don't stop." Her voice was clear in the quiet air and seemed to energize the entire group.
"Faster, Tina, faster." Renee seemed to be begging. "Faster, please move your tongue faster and much harder, that's so beautiful." Her voice was almost poetic, her ecstasy so great.
In a quick move Tina grabbed the belt around her waist and tugged it. She was wearing a gaucho skirt and it fell in front of her. Her knees rested on the hem and Tina was now naked also from the waist down. Her sensuous buttocks gleamed in the moonlight.
As if it were a signal, Ray quickly crawled forward behind her and began to touch her buttocks.
He massaged her lovingly, ran his fingers into her now dripping cunt, and then brought the moisture out and massaged it into her anus. He moved slowly, only trying to stimulate her more. The rest of the group sat quietly, their legs crossed in front of them as though they were an Indian council meeting. Finally, Ted said, "Make her cum, Tina, make her cum."
It was a young boy's voice, but the emotion was clearly evident. Ted, like all the rest, was getting worked up by the sight in front of him.
"OH, YES, OH, YES," Renee said. Her voice was coming from somewhere deep down in her chest, almost guttural, and it was thickly coated with passion and beautiful to hear.
"OH, YES, YES, PLEASE KEEP ON DOING THAT, I'M GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. IT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I EVER FELT. HARDER, FASTER." The demanding tension could be heard in her voice. The softness was suddenly gone. The night was filled suddenly with Renee's urgency.
Jler hips were moving up and down now as if fucking Tina's mouth as Tina leaned forward from her knees between Renee's legs. Ray was now simply finger fucking Tina from behind. His eyes were registered on the action at Renee's crotch. But his fingers were having an effect on Tina and suddenly a new sound entered the group. It was Tina's voice. She began to mewl as passion built in her own stomach, partially because of the excitement of making love to Renee, partially because of the titillation at her own crotch. Finally, when she apparently could stand it no more, Tina simply moved herself around so that her crotch was directly over Renee's face. She put her head back against Renee's cuntal opening and began sucking again.
As Tina's hips and cunt loomed over her face a new dimension of sexuality hit Renee. The moonlight looked stunning against Tina's buttocks. They seemed to gleam, slightly blue and iridescent. She reached up with her hands and began to touch the globes of Tina's ass with her fingertips, sensing the texture and firmness. As she did this, for a brief moment her own passion subsided, mainly because she was concentrating on something else and then it began to build again as Tina's hungry mouth began to work her now engorged and happy clitoris.
Renee raised her head to get close to Tina's cunt, but Tina was too upright on her knees and Renee realized that, putting her head back and saying very calmly, "LOWER, LOWER, TINA, BRING YOUR CUNT DOWN CLOSE TO MY MOUTH."
Tina, who was lost in the ecstasy of Renee's cunt juices, caught the significance of what she said and quickly adjusted her knees, literally lowering her excited cunt onto Renee's keenly anticipating mouth. Instantly Renee caught the essence of Tina's lovely cunt in her dilating nostrils. The aroma seemed to penetrate deeply into her subconscious sexual rhythm and a thrill shot through her. She had never thought of herself as lesbian, had never thought of herself as bisexual. She had been taught, of course, that it was a completely evil thing and perverted, and a number of other adjectives the various codes she had been brought up on had thought up to describe it.
As a result, her awareness as Tina's cunt came within touching distance was magnified. It was almost as though she overreacted. The instant the lovely aroma penetrated her nostrils, it got down into where her sexual being was as Renee began to gush. She came hard. It seemed as though her juices were squirting into Tina's mouth, but, of course, that was just an illusion. She simply opened her mouth as the orgasm roared through her inner being and she started to yell softly, into the wiry, thick pubic hairs. It was muffled and somewhat indistinct, but as clear a sound as the young men sitting around had ever heard, "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, AAGGGHHH, OOOOOOHHHHHH, THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL, THIS IS INCREDIBLE." Her voice began ro rise in pitch, IT'S MAKING ME CUM. I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, OOOOOHHHHH YES," her voice was yelling now, considerably louder than before. "OOOOOOHHHHHH YESSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSS, YESSSSSS, YESSSSSSS."
Tina, with Renee's clitoris halfway down her throat, now simply sucked with joy, knowing what she was causing to happen, knowing it was beautiful, wanting to keep on doing it the rest of the night. She tasted the extra lubrication and swallowed it. It went down so easily that it was so exciting. It was a part of her nature that she didn't really understand and didn't care to. She loved the taste of succulent juice as much as she loved that of semen. She continued to suck, quietly, softly, realizing that Renee's clitoris was slightly sensitive now and felt the relaxation come over Renee's body. As this happened she also felt Renee begin to concentrate on her own clitoris.
Renee, once the orgasm had slipped past her, was in a state of sexual frenzy she had never felt before. She wanted to take all of Tina into her mouth, her back, her arms, her legs, her cunt, her breasts, everything. But here, directly in front of her face, was the young woman's lovely clitoris, and so Renee simply and instinctively opened her mouth, softening her lips and sucked the juicy red organ into her mouth.
Her first reaction was that of surprise at the delicious taste. She couldn't believe that she herself was as wet as Tina, but in fact she was wetter. Still Tina was dripping both from the excitement of seducing Renee and from the finger fucking she had been getting moments before. Tina was, to put it simply, completely turned on. Her clitoris seemed to hang from her stomach like a small cock, begging for titillation, almost throbbing in the cool night air as it waited for the soft and enticing mouth of Renee. Then, of course, when she began to feel Renee's softly sucking mouth exactly where she wanted it to be, Tina had the wonderfully pleasant surprise of finding her orgasm right on the surface.
Caught up in the excitement of Renee's orgasm and her own turn-on, Renee's first few sucks produced a small trembling orgasm that seemed to melt Tina into a soft pliable ball of melted butter, hot, quivering, receptive, totally eager for more and more of what was happening to her.
She raised her head and said, so that Renee could hear, "PLEASE DO THAT HARDER, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL, PLEASE, PLEASE DO THAT HARDER. HURT ME WITH YOUR MOUTH IF YOU CAN!"
Renee couldn't believe her ears. She didn't think she wanted someone pulling that hard on her clitoris although she had actually pulled harder just moments before. But she was aware now of the muscles of her mouth and the strength she was using, and it seemed as though she might hurt Tina. Then, to hear Tina say the words she had said, was all Renee needed to find freedom in her mouth and in her muscles that had been lacking moments ago. She began to suck with strong pulling movements. Renee could feel the soft tender flesh and the swollen bulb of Tina's clitoris moving in and out of the soft insides of her mouth. It was incredibly different. It was similar to sucking on a cock, without the girth, without the mass, and she loved it. It tasted sweet and elegant and she sucked happily.
Naturally, because she felt free, she was doing it perfectly and Tina simply closed her eyes. The sensations were so intense that they were almost painful. Within seconds Renee had sucked a large orgasm out of Tina's pulsating clitoris.
Tina was very quiet as it happened, but Renee could feel her hips begin to buck, and it was though Tina was fucking Renee's mouth. This, of course, being so new and erotic was all Renee needed to slip over the soft edge of orgasm again and because Tina, out of instinct, began herself to suck even harder. Renee immediately began to cum again. There was a synchronization between the two women as both juiced at once.
The vibrations seemed to sweep outward, drawing in the young boys as they sat and watched.
It was more than Ted could stand. Quickly he got behind Tina, whipping out his erect cock and simply shoving it into her cunt. There was no ceremony, no preparation. He knew she was dripping and as soon as his stirring cock entered her cunt Ted came. Semen was spurting from the end of his cock as it entered. It shot up into Tina like hot coals.
"SON-OF-A-BITCH," Ted said, "SONNNNNNN-OFFFFFFFF-AAAAA-AAA-BITCH." It was ecstasy, pure ecstasy, and he was not embarrassed at cumming so quickly. It had not entered his mind to fuck Tina. He had been driven by the need to cum and cum he did.
The girls had not even finished their orgasm, but were sucking wildly on each other as Ted pulled his now deflating cock from Tina's moist cunt.
Almost immediately Ted was replaced by Jim. Almost the identical thing happened, although Jim did fuck her for a few moments, just enough to take Tina over still another climactic hurdle. When Jim withdrew his cock, Tina, the expert, simply rolled over, pulling Renee with her so that now Renee was on top and her ass was sticking up in the air. Their mouths had never left each other's cunts. They were sucking in a kind of blissful, euphoric fantasyland of sexuality and their awareness of where they were and what they were doing was minimal. Thus, it was that when Ray stuck his cock into Renee that she was almost totally unaware of what was happening.
Renee for the first time ever was almost in another dimension of consciousness. She was totally sexual, which meant she was completely open and feeling and touching. Her body was absorbing the skilled manipulations by Tina's body. She touched, sucked, felt and smelled. She listened, to the sounds and when her cunt was entered it too accepted everything that was happening. And, without trying to, without making any special effort, Renee's body began to respond simultaneously to Ray's driving cock.
Ray had come to fuck, not to cum. As a result he stayed behind Renee for a long time, his cock driving in and out, in and out, as his own passions dramatically grew. He threw his head back toward the moonlight and let his mind close to the reality of .where he was. He concentrated on the heat around his cock and on the soft supple buttocks he held in his hands.
CHAPTER SIX
When they left the hilltop they had been united.
Renee had felt it earlier, a sort of comradeship they shared even though she was several years older. But now, as they left the hilltop, it was strong and she was expressing it herself. They were like buddies or cronies, united in their pursuit of a game that they knew the community as a whole would not accept.
Riding back to Tina's college had been an experience that Renee would remember all her life. It had actually made her laugh although it had been highly erotic at the time. What had made her laugh was the fact that only young men the age of these could get their bodies twisted around in the contortion positions that they had and still function sexually. Anyone older simply would have had muscle cramps and not be able to function. At one time she and Tina had been lying on their sides in sixty-nine position in the back seat of the car and had had cocks in their cunts at the same time. A boy behind each of them twisted somehow into the right position so that he got his erection opposite the right opening. It all had in fact been highly erotic. It was as this was happening, and as her mind tried to imagine the position that whoever it was that was fucking her was in, in order to be fucking her, that Renee had started to laugh to herself. It had been only a chuckle of joy and she had continued to suck on Tina's beautiful, pulsating clitoris as she pushed her own clitoris as hard as she could into Tina's excited mouth.
A few miles later she had been sitting on top of Bill's lively cock and Larry had slithered his long, angular body somehow into position so he also got his cock into her cunt from behind. She had realized in astonishment that she actually had two cocks inside of her cunt at the same time. There was amusement in this position too because they were so jammed in that nobody could move and it only lasted a moment or two before the spring uncoiled so to speak. But it too was a memory Renee would never forget.
They had dropped her off at her apartment and Renee had spent a good part of the remainder of the night enjoying the feelings in her body and the absolute astonishment in her mind over what had happened. Intellectually it was puzzling how this supposed chemistry had come about. Emotionally it was perfect. She felt safe with the young men and especially loved Tina now that she had had her. She lay there contentedly, the fingers of her right hand moving idly in and out of her sopping wet cunt as her fantasy world played itself out.
At one point she seriously considered driving over to the natatorium to swim and masturbate. But, realizing it was very late, she decided against that and continued to lie in bed finger fucking herself and enjoying the world she had created.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She probably would have missed her first class had not the phone jarred her out of her deep sleep.
Her eroticism of the previous night, which had almost literally lasted all night long, had put her into such a state of relaxation and exhaustion that her sleep had been totally profound and there is no telling how late Renee would have slept otherwise. But the phone near her ear was just too much. Its jangle rattled through her brain like an unwelcome visitor and she sat up in bed, not dopey as one might expect from such a sound sleep, but like one answering an emergency. And, as it turned out, it was an emergency.
The school commandant was on the line. A seemingly hard, disciplined military type, Jack Mandero was a man devoted to physical exercise and trimness and he ran the school with a sort of autocratic hand that defied description. His operation, a smooth, totally cohesive one and, as a result, his reputation in the military school system was wide and highly respected.
"Hello, Renee," he said it briskly, sharply, and then was quiet.
Renee paused, not knowing who it was, certainly not expecting Jack Mandero on the phone. Finally, she said, "Yes."
"Renee, this is Jack Mandero. I hope I haven't awakened you, but I wanted to catch you before you left for school. It's important that I see you in my office between your second and third class. Please be there." He promptly hung up.
Renee had only said yes once. She looked down at the phone, almost bewildered, but there was no mistaking what she had heard or what he had said. Somehow, from the tone and inflection of his voice, a cold shiver of foreboding shot through her naked body as she sat there in bed. Slowly she put the phone back on the cradle.
She had two hours between her second and third class. Quickly she looked at the watch, "My God," she said.
She had twenty minutes to get to the college. She flew out of bed, somehow erasing Mandero's voice as she went through the mechanics of preparing herself.
By the time she walked into Jack Mandero's office Renee had had a chance to play his brief, succinct conversation over and over in her mind, and her imagination had of course simply run amok. The most prevalent thought in her mind, however, was absolutely terrifying. Somehow, some way, Jack Mandero knew that she had been fucking students. It was, of course, an absolute and total breach of the code, and she recognized that he could simply fire her if he had any kind of substantial proof at all. In fact he didn't really need proof. All he needed was some kind of circumstantial evidence and then he could take it from there. Renee knew that being female in an all male school, she was treading on thin ice anyway. As she walked through the door her steps were slow and full of tension, her stomach taut, and her mind erasing. It just didn't seem like there was anything else he would be calling her in for on such short notice and his voice had sounded menacing.
The secretary closed the door behind her. She stopped, smiling at Jack as he sat behind his desk. He was strikingly handsome in a rough way. His physical fitness was obvious, his health seeming to gleam from his well sculptured features. His shoulders were broad and his hands calm.
"Come in, Renee," he said.
His voice was not pleasant.
She walked haltingly to the chair, looking at him. He was in his mid-forties. She had met him, of course, a number of times, both in campus activities and at teacher-oriented parties. But she did not really know him well. She remembered his striking wife, Kitty, better. He looked down at some papers in front of him, then glanced up at her.
"Just a moment, let me finish this." The pause as he worked on the paper only served to increase the tension in Renee's body. If what she suspected were true, what would she do? She had gone over it a million times it seemed in the last few hours. There didn't seem to be anything she could do except deny it. That was her only out. And, even that, if he had any evidence at all it might be skimpy if not virtually worthless. She realized that if that were the subject he was going to talk about that it depended totally on his own interpretation. Her own words would be virtually meaningless. Finally he signed his name to the paper and put it aside on the already neat pile on the right hand corner of his desk.
He put his hands flat down on the desk top and leaned forward slightly in his chair, looking directly at her.
"Renee, I am sure you are mature enough to realize that in a school this size the Commander has to have sources of information from within the student body."
He paused, and as he did all of her fears were confirmed. A cold chill swept over her body, seemingly deeper than the one she had worn when she came in. She nodded.
"Well, that's the case with me," he went on.
"I have inside sources of information. They are very reliable and I depend on them to know what the tempo of the student body is, or rather, I should say, the mood of the student body is. The mood of the student body is paramount in my concern and that should be pretty obvious. Don't you agree?"
The question startled her.
"Yes," she said like an automaton.
She hardly knew what she was saying her fear was so great. It was difficult for Renee to retain her independence of thought under stress. She had simply not been through stressful moments like this in her short life to be able to handle it with the sophistication needed, or, rather, that she thought was needed. As a consequence she was aware of her awkwardness and of her feeling of ineptness as she looked at Jack.
He smiled at her, a quick flickering smile that seemed to touch at the corner of his mouth only a moment and then vanish. His eyes seemed stern. He appeared mad.
"I have information that affects you," he said, "It affects you very deeply and I don't want to fool you. I want you to know that what I am talking about is a very, very serious situation."
Renee felt her throat catch, but she said nothing.
"Do you know the reason, Renee, that Lance is in this school?"
Hearing Lance's name was all she needed to confirm her fears.
"No," she said, faking bravado.
"He's in this school because we seem to be the only school that can control him."
"Control him?" she said, puzzled now because of the new information. "What do you mean?" She was trying to sound professional.
"I mean that Lance is a, what is known as a bad boy. He has been kicked out of several schools and is here because his father is at his wit's end and wants us to do something about his boy's future. Also, there are some other boys in the same situation. Namely, since they are all on your swimming team, I will use their first names because I know you know them very well. They are Ted and Bill and Ray and Jim and Larry. I want you to know that I give you personally a great deal of credit for helping these boys. Your coaching of the team has been exemplary."
He paused, and when he did it gave Renee a chance to realize that maybe that's the reason he had called her in there, just to compliment her. Suddenly her fears vanished. She was sure that was the reason he had called.
"Why, thank you," she said. "I appreciate the compliment. As far as I am concerned they are fine boys and I am surprised to hear the information you just gave me. I did not know that."
"Well, there is some other information I need also to give you. Certainly I didn't pick that information up from my underground sources."
The fear returned to Renee. Of course he hadn't.
"Renee, this is by its very nature a delicate subject. It has to do with you being a woman and has to do with what my informant tells me has been taking place here recently."
Now Renee knew. There wasn't anything else he could be talking about, and yet, if he knew, it had to be from one of the six boys. Certainly no one else had seen them in any of their activities. She decided to go on the offensive.
"Who told you?" she asked briskly.
"I beg your pardon."
"Who told you? Who is your informant?"
"Well now, Renee, that wouldn't be very smart of me to tell you that, would it? But you can be sure I have one and what I have heard about you and your behavior with those six boys seems rather severe. As a matter-of-fact, in all my years of dealing in military schools, I have never run into anything quite so severe, and I want you to know that as I sit here talking with you I am contemplating firing you."
"You know about the sex?" Renee blurted, her mind now seemingly less tense because she had decided to be aggressive.
"Yes, yes I do know about the sex."
"Is there anything wrong with that?" Renee said. "My having sex with grown boys. Let's face it. I need sex as much as anyone."
"Well, I'm sure you do, Renee, but I believe your choice of partners and choice of locale is highly inappropriate in relation to the job you hold and the responsibility you have."
"Do you have a suggestion as to what I might do instead?" she asked.
He paused, and as he did Renee suddenly realized the implication of her words. It sounded as though she were after his body. The thought germinated in her mind as the silence remained in the room. Suddenly Renee had a solution. She almost laughed to herself. What the hell. Fuck the Commandant and he's not going to fire you, that's for sure. Especially if he had a wife. She got up, feeling extremely aggressive now. She looked at him as he looked back at her.
"Renee, I want you to know before I fire you that I know of every incident that has taken place. I know about the hilltop, I know about the natatorium, I know about the library."
That information confirmed in Renee's mind that one of the six had somehow told him. She didn't care now. She moved toward the desk.
"I have a solution myself," she said. Her voice was matter-of-fact. She was not trying to be seductive.
"Yes," she nodded. "I indeed have a solution."
Her aggressive action made Jack sit back in his chair, yet he was not nervous. He had not changed his plan. He watched her walk around the desk, observing her stop at the corner of the desk and take off her clothes. He said nothing, smiling to himself, enjoying the sight of the tall, voluptuous woman as her body became revealed in the soft sunlight coming through the office windows.
When she was naked Renee looked at him again.
"I think there is wisdom in what you just suggested to me. That perhaps I have chosen inappropriate partners. Now I am going to choose an appropriate one. You. I am going to fuck you right now, right here. Call your secretary and make the necessary arrangements to keep that door closed and that phone quiet."
There was a certain command in her voice, and had Jack Mandero been really intent on firing on her, he would have been caught so far off base that he wouldn't have known what to do. He picked up the phone.
"Miss Tredwell, I want to be alone in this office for a few moments. Please, no phone calls, no visitors. Thank you." He hung up. "Stand up," Renee said.
She took hold of his arm and pulled at it, trying to get him to stand up.
"Renee, you're making a mistake. This will do you no good," he said sternly. "This will do you no good at all. In fact it will work against you. It obviously has to go on your record. After all, I am the Commander of this school and it's my responsibility to take care of these things in the proper way."
He was standing up now and as he spoke Renee was already unbuckling his belt. She pulled his penis from his pants, slipping them down his legs. He didn't resist but kept his stern demeanor.
"Renee, I said you're making a mistake. Do you hear me. I said you're making a mistake. I have to put this on your record."
She held his penis firmly in her hands. It was long and slender and she hoped it would swell considerably since otherwise it would be too small. She liked pricks with girth. She began to milk it, moving her cunt in front of the head, and as she milked, rubbing the head back and forth in her pubic hair, he just stood there, simply looking down at his penis head as it moved back and forth across her clitoris. She could feel the warmth but was much more cold and calculating now than she ordinarily was when her clitoris was stimulated. She was trying to stimulate him and then suddenly she felt his cock lift slightly. A smile crossed her consciousness. He was responding.
"Put your hands on my breasts," she seductively whispered.
It was almost a command. He did not move his hands.
"Renee, I'll give you one last chance to keep this off your record. Just put your clothes back on and we will terminate your arrangement with this school and I promise you I will keep this from your record. If you don't and it is on your record you will, of course, never get another job in any school."
His prick was rapidly swelling. Renee reached over, took his hand, and pulled it up, placing it on her firm, ripe breasts. It was long enough now and slightly more thick as she began to jack on his cock rapidly as if jerking him off. She backed away after a moment and knelt down quickly, taking his penis in her mouth. She sucked in the full length of it and began sucking on him rapidly. She didn't think she had much time. It was difficult to keep people out of his office. Renee knew that. So she sucked rapidly and enjoyed the sudden healthy swelling of his now erect cock. As the sucking continued she knew he would consume with passion in a moment. Once he was hard she knew she could make him cum very quickly. As she sucked she felt him sigh. Then finally he said, "Alright, Renee," and he grew quiet.
She felt his body arch slightly, pushing his cock further into her throat. She knew he was responding.
In only a couple of minutes Jack was hard. When he was hard his cock, probably because of his physical fitness, simply curled upward toward his stomach, the tension in it seemingly so great that it would burst. Renee loved the feeling. She milked and sucked on his blue-veined member avidly, feeling her own body beginning to respond. The tension of the moment had gone. She knew she had won. Renee just had to fuck him and she would be safe. But why not fuck him and enjoy it? She thought to herself as she continued to suck lasciviously.
Then a change seemed to come over Jack. His body seemed to relax. Renee felt his hands clutch her shoulders. He lifted her, his strength so great that it was almost effortless. She was on her feet, her hands still on his cock, but her mouth slightly open because the cock had been jerked out of it. With a quick move he spun her around and put one hand on her stomach from behind her while his other hand clutched the middle of the back of her neck as he pushed her forward. Suddenly she was face down on the desk, her ass sticking up in the air invitingly. Without waiting he thrust his cock against her cuntal opening. He held it there only a moment, adjusting, making sure he was lined up properly and then he simply thrust forward, gently and somewhat slowly, letting his penis slide all the way into her engorged swollen lips, up into her cuntal channel, up to where her vaginal muscles could feel the thick veins and swollen knob of his now rampaging cock.
She pushed back, beginning to lewdly grind her hips. Renee wanted to make him cum. She didn't pay any attention to the change that had come over him, interpreting it as having given in and being intent on enjoying what was happening. She began to fuck him as he began to screw her. There was nothing gentle now about Jack Mandero as he quickly grabbed her hips.
His hands, his arms, his entire body seemed to be full of anger. He pulled her hips back violently, slamming her cunt over his cock, at the same time thrusting to meet that backward pull, and as a consequence, driving his cock like a piercing arrow upward into her vaginal sheath. A soft mewling cry of pain came from Renee, then another and yet another as his pile-driving strokes continued. She felt her legs being forced against the cold metal of the desk. She felt a knob someplace down around a drawer level pushing against her, but there was nothing she could do. Renee was aware-totally aware, that Jack Mandero was expressing some kind of anger. She tried to relax, to enjoy it, attempting to fix her mind on the lovely shape of his now engorged purple cock. But she had also to fight the pain. The curve of his cock was ripping upward into her cuntal opening, penetrating, seemingly deeper into her stomach-not near her womb or her cervix, but just simply farther up, the probing action being caused by the built-in curve of his cock.
To Jack it was a magnificent feeling. Her cunt was tight, hot and dripping wet. Her buttocks pushed against his loins in a most erotic way. He, too, knew that there wasn't much time. There was no telling what his secretary might do in case of an emergency and he just wanted to finish this magnificent moment. He had wanted for a long, long time to stick his pulsating staff into Renee's cunt. He had seen her often in a bathing suit. He had interviewed her. He had done lots of things around her, and she had become a sort of fantasy figure in his mind. But that today was not his main motivation. He smiled to himself, feeling his cum working up into his balls, getting ready to explode.
And then, finally, after he had fucked her hard for perhaps three torrid minutes, his orgasm occurred. What triggered it was Renee's voice. She had adjusted, had become her sexual self. She began talking sensually into the desk top.
"OH YES. OH YES. FUCK ME, JACK. FUCK ME HARDER. JACK! JACK! JACK! JACK!" her voice seemed to magnify with intensity as his pile-driving cock forced her own orgasm closer to the surface.
Jack did not wait for Renee to cum. He could care less. When his balls exploded they simply unleashed. He loved the feeling of the hot cum roaring up through his rampaging shaft. He could almost feel it splatter off her vaginal walls back against his engorged purple head. He simply pile-drove his semen as far into her belly as he could, and when he was through exploding he simply withdrew his rod, wiped the knob of it against her ass, and reached down and picked up his pants, putting them back on.
At his withdrawal Renee stood up. There was a smile inside of her, but she did not smile openly at him. She turned and looked at him.
"You sonofabitch, ' she said. You sonofabitch, I almost came but you couldn't wait, could you?"
She began to put her clothes on. Renee was content but didn't want him to know she felt victorious. When she had her clothes on, which she had put on in an aura of silence and anger, and had straightened herself out, she looked at him again and leaned over the corner of his desk, saying directly into his face.
"Put that in the record, too, that I almost came but you were so goddamn selfish you couldn't wait."
Then she whirled and walked out of the room. Once she was by the secretary and out into the corridor, Renee quickly found a ladies' room so she could have a place in private to laugh. She stood in the stall, her arm against the wall, her head on her arms and simply laughed and laughed and laughed. Renee had beaten the system. Somehow her aggressiveness had freed her. She felt like a new woman as she stood there in the John stall laughing almost hysterically.
As she stood there, the emotions sweeping back and forth over her, she felt the first distinct trickle of his hot semen as it oozed downward out of her cunt and onto her inner leg.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Renee was in a great mood during swimming practice that night and it reflected outwardly, touching her chums as she chose to call them, and actually enhanced the efficiency of practice. The swimmers worked hard and when practice was over the guys simply packed up and vanished, leaving Renee in the pool by herself.
She swam for a time and floated for awhile, her elation virtually keeping her afloat all by itself. The only thing bothering her was how the Commandant knew. None of the boys had reflected anything that caused her to be suspicious during practice. None of them had been overly nervous or playful.
She had noticed before, however, that a trait of all of them was that when they actually got in the swimming pool, they were quite sincere and quite dedicated toward improving their swimming abilities. She did understand one thing, however.
Knowing that they were there almost on probation, she could almost relate what being on the swimming team and excelling in a sport meant to each of them. It made her feel good to be a part of that, but still the question that lingered in her mind was who was the fifth columnist? Who was giving the Commandant information?
Finally, because of the soothing massage the water was providing her, she stripped off her swimming suit and floated to where the water was jetting out into the pool and let herself hang in front of it for several pleasant, consuming, relaxing orgasms.
Renee did not use the dildo. She did not feel like hanging around the pool any longer. Normally she would have stayed for another hour or so. Tonight, however, she felt the need to get home and focus her mind on the problem at hand, that of figuring out who the fifth columnist was and also that of deciding how to handle the Commandant on future occasions.
She dressed and hurried home. It was a little before eight when she walked in the door. It was dark outside and she flipped the lights on. Her apartment looked cozy. She quickly made herself a martini and a sandwich and sat for awhile at her kitchen table, enjoying the comfort of her home, then finally getting up and walking into her bedroom, which was a combination bedroom, living-room where she had, in addition to her bed, some soft comfortable furniture. She turned on a reading light and sat down in a soft chair, leaning back and closing her eyes. The drink was still in her hand. She sipped on it occasionally and began thinking about Jack Mandero. She had to admit he was a sexy guy, but was still a little bit puzzled, mostly because of her lack of knowing how she would handle him on future occasions. She was thinking about how she might exploit her sexual intimacy with him to find out who the tattle tale was in her group since she was convinced the information had to come from one of the boys ... . when the room seemed to shatter around her ears.
The first thing she heard was a loud, exuberant masculine shot of "Now" and she quickly bolted upright, spilling part of her drink and staring at the sound frightened, only to see Lance come leaping across her bed from where he had been hiding and the rest of the gang burst out from behind or inside of closets and other rooms.
She sank back, her terror vanishing instantly once she recognized them. They were laughing wildly and yelling, grabbing and pulling at her.
She began to struggle back, having fun with them. They wrestled her onto the bed, rolling over and onto her, pulling and tugging at her, not being really sexy but faking a rape scene and laughing while they horsed around.
She got into the mood of it quickly, wondering in the back of her mind what the hell they were up to. She enjoyed these boys and sensed again the feeling of intimacy with them, the sense of being part of their gang. Finally, when their exuberance had waned, Lance sat up beside her quickly. She was disheveled, her clothes half on and half off, and was laughing insanely. Ted was lying across her feet on his stomach, screaming into the mattress. Ray was standing up on the bed, jumping around like an Indian, and finally they all grew quiet when Lance began to speak.
"Come on, Coach, come on, Coach, you can't go to sleep now and you can't spend the rest of the night in this bed. Come on, we got plans for you."
He sounded excited.
"Okay you guys," she said. "What's up? What have you got in mind?"
"No, no, Coach, you're not going to find out that easy. Come on, get your clothes on. We're going to show you some fun."
"Not again, not tonight," she said.
She was teasing, but did not want to go back to the mountain top again.
Lance caught on immediately.
"Hey, Coach, this is just local fun, local fun. You don't have to go very far at all but come on, come on. We're waiting. We've been waiting for hours for you to get home."
She sat up and looked at him, punching Ted so he'd get off her feet. She looked up at Ray, who was still sort of jiggling up and down on the bed.
"Ray, stand still, will you. You're shaking the whole bed," she said jokingly.
"Hey, you guys, it's late," she went on. "It's too late to go out."
"No, no, this won't take long. We want to show you a good time."
They wouldn't wait for an answer. Suddenly Renee found herself being pulled off the bed and onto her feet as five pairs of hands adjusted and straightened out her clothes. She hadn't taken off her clothes since coming from the pool, and so it was a matter of just getting them back on her straight so she looked decent.
She giggled at them. They were tickling her, and laughing in her face. They were having a good time and she began to pick up on their spirit.
As soon as they had put her clothes on properly, Larry pulled a sweater from her closet and threw it over her shoulder as they began to pull her out the door, laughing and yelling and having a good time. They piled her into the car. It was only when she got to the car that she realized that Bill was missing.
"Hey, where's Bill?" she said.
"He's waiting for you. He's waiting for you and we've got a little surprise. He's waiting with a surprise."
These words came at her from several sources. The car was started and they drove off. She realized it almost immediately that they were heading toward the natatorium building.
"You got your key, Coach?" Lance said. "It should be in your purse."
"My key?"
"Yeah, your key to the pool."
"Yeah, I've got my key. It's right here."
"Great."
"Is that where we're going?" "Sure, Coach. We're going over to the pool and we're all going to swim together."
"Oh, damned! You guys are something else."
The idea sounded fun to her.
She sat back, snuggling between Ray and Ted in the back seat.
Larry, sitting in the front seat, reached back and flipped her bosoms. She reached out to cuff at him, but it was all good natured.
As they drove up to the building Renee could see Bill standing near the door and thought she saw, just inside of one of the support columns, another figure, but she couldn't be sure. "Is that Bill?" "Yeah, that's old Bill."
They didn't tell her anymore as they piled out.
"Get out your key, Coach."
Happily she snaked out her key, and as they ran up toward where Bill was waiting, Renee felt a sudden leap of excitement in her throat as she recognized Tina standing in the shadows.
They went inside to the pool. Once there, Lance stopped her and looked at her seriously.
"Do we have to worry about a night watchman or anything?" he said.
"No, no," she said. "I don't think so. I've swam here many nights quite late and I've never been bothered."
"Great," Lance said. "However," and he raised his voice, "hey gang, however, I think we should be kind of quiet."
"What've you guys got in mind?" Renee said.
"Coach! We have an orgy in mind. What did you think we had in mind?"
Somewhat flabbergasted, but totally enjoying what was happening, Renee just shook her head.
Finally she looked up at them. They were all quietly waiting for her reaction. It was like she had passed her initiation the previous night or something, and now they were waiting to see if she would go along with their first club function. She laughed to herself.
"Well, then," she said, beginning to take off her clothes. "The last one in the pool doesn't get fucked."
There was a yell.
"Quiet you guys," Lance said.
They began to take off their clothes, and within moments were all in the water splashing about.
There was an awkward moment when they all realized that there wasn't any plan for getting down to the orgy itself and no one knew what to do. They had the energy, they had the interest, but no one had said what they should do first.
Finally Lance said, "Hey Coach. Tina wants to know about your water jet."
Tina had forgotten, but when she heard Lance say it, it sprang back into her mind.
"Oh yeah," she said. "Yeah, yeah, he was telling me about that. Show it to me, Renee. Where is it?"
Renee, who was treading water and splashing at Ray and getting splashed back, gestured toward the narrow end of the pool. "Over there. Come on, I'll show you." She turned and began to swim toward where the jet of water came out underneath the surface.
Tina was swimming beside her. They were moving slowly.
"What does it feel like?" Tina said.
"It feels sensational. You have to start slowly, otherwise it hurts, but it feels sensational. It especially hurts when you don't have a bathing suit on because the water is almost too strong." "Okay, good. Let me see," Tina said. When they got to the end of the pool Renee could see that Tina was slightly off the mark.
"Put your leg over toward me. You'll feel the water coming out."
Tina did, and jumped because the water hit her leg much more sharply than she anticipated.
"You see, I told you it was coming out pretty hard. You've got to go at this kind of slow."
"Maybe if you kissed me first," Tina said seductively.
"Maybe?" Renee said. "Just maybe you're right."
She pulled herself along the edge of the pool into Tina's arms. They hung there kissing each other for a moment, sort of serious, sort of giggling.
Larry came up behind Tina and put his hand between the two girls, flipping his hand back and forth over their breasts, which were excitedly pressing against each other.
"Okay, I'm ready," Tina said, with laughter.
"Go slow," Renee warned. "Go slow. Just put your hands on the edge of the pool. No, here, I'll show you." Renee turned and put her hands on the edge of the pool, guiding her body in front of the jet of water. She let it hit her hip first, getting used to it, then slowly slipped her belly in front of the jet so that it hit above her clitoris. Then very slowly she raised her body up until the jet was full on her clitoris and her cuntal opening.
Instantly she was in ecstasy. "OOOHHHHH," she said, closing her eyes, almost gritting her teeth. It had taken her almost by surprise. She pushed her pelvis towards the jet, spreading her legs slightly. "OH, I'LL CUM IN A MINUTE IF I STAY HERE. COME ON, TINA, COME ON, TAKE MY PLACE, THIS IS GREAT." She moved away, not really wanting to, but seeking to get Tina into the mood. She was aware that she herself was already more than into the mood.
Tina duplicated Renee's actions, taking the edge of the pool in each hand and slowly moving her body to center herself on the jet.
"Go slow," Renee warned.
"I am, I am, but I'm excited," Tina said.
Finally, after adjusting her body a number of times, Tina had the jet of water hitting her stomach.
"It doesn't feel right," she said. There was a puzzled look on her face.
Renee put her hand down in front of her to see where the water was hitting and realized it was too high on her stomach.
"You have to get it more directly on your clit," she said. "It'll startle you, I know, but if you go slow it'll feel good in just a few seconds. Just raise your body up a little bit."
Tina adjusted again. A sudden look of surprise, almost terror, came over her eyes.
"Oh my God," she said. She didn't move. Then she hung there, holding herself absolutely still, her eyes closed. Finally, she opened her eyes again and said to no one, "Oh, my God! That's fantastic, Renee."
Everyone was quiet, watching, waiting for Tina to get the full benefit of the jet of water. Her eyes were closed now. They could see her adjust. Tina spread her legs slightly, allowing the water to go further into her cuntal opening, but all the time hitting directly over her clitoris.
Several moments passed as Tina concentrated. Then, her eyes closed, and almost as if she were in pain, she said, "WOULD YOU BELIEVE I'M CUMMING! OH YES!" Her voice began to linger on the words ... . "OH YES! OH YES! YES! YES! OH, THAT IS SO GREAT, RENEE. YES, NOW! NOW! AAAAAAHHHHHH, OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH." Then she slumped against the edge of the pool.
Renee grabbed her instinctively, holding her in her arms, caressing her, trying to be gentle. Tina had tears in her eyes. Her emotion had been so severe.
"Are you alright," Renee said.
"Oh yes, yes, I'm alright. But that made me so hot. So fucking hot," Tina said.
"Here, just hold the edge of the pool," Renee said. "I want to get hot like that, too."
She twisted Tina and Tina grabbed the tile edge. Renee put herself in front of the water and moments later she too was as hot as Tina. She slumped alongside of Tina, joining her in a resting position, and said to her, quietly, "My God, that does make you hot. Do you want cock as much as I want it?"
"Yes, I sure do," Tina said.
"Well, we've got plenty of it here. Okay you guys, line up." Renee was laughing. The guys had been simply fascinated. They were hanging around the edge of the pool, stroking themselves, and watching. But they had been unusually quiet, waiting to see what developed. And now, hearing the conversation, their spirits, their naturally good spirits, surfaced and they began to swim toward the girls.
Lance got Tina first. She turned to meet him, spreading her legs to go around his body as he approached. She reached down to see if he was hard. When she found that he was, she simply guided his cock into her cunt and they were locked together, each with an arm on the edge of the pool.
"My God, that's great," Tina said.
Within another instant Ted and Renee were locked together in the same way, his long, slender cock sliding up into her hot, heaving belly easily.
Larry had moved in behind Tina, and because of the buoyancy of the water, had simply angled his body backward somewhat, holding onto the edge of the pool with one hand as he began probing at Tina's vagina from behind with his erect cock.
The probing wasn't really necessary because Tina was so receptive to the idea, and with a little help from her hand, reaching down from underneath, she guided his cock also into her cunt.
"Renee," she said, once she felt the sensation. "My God, I've got two cocks inside of me."
"Me too," Renee said. "Somebody get behind me, I want to do that, too."
They were laughing and joking, but the fucking was very serious. Bill slipped in behind Renee and again, because of the buoyancy of the water, was able to do the same thing Larry had done.
A tabloid of sex took place. There were six people hanging in the water, four guys and two gals, and the four guys were fucking the two gals all four cocks being inserted inside a cunt.
Seeing this, Jim and Ray, wanting action themselves, realizing that there wasn't anymore room in the girls, hung casually in the water for a few moments and then finally Ray got an inspiration. He scrambled to the edge of the pool, adjusting himself so that his cock was sticking out only inches from Tina's mouth.
"Can you reach it?" he asked.
She grunted something, and with a little cooperation from Lance and Larry, was able to move so that she got his cock in her mouth. It was awkward, but because of their youth, vigor and strength, they could do it.
Jim, seeing Andy's success, did the same thing, positioning himself on the edge of the pool opposite Renee. Jim was a little more impatient. He simply reached forward, took Renee's head, and pulled not only Renee but Bill and Ted toward him, shoving her mouth over his cock.
It was not really a position for orgasm for any of them except perhaps Jim and Ray, who were getting some pretty good head. But it was most definitely a situation of joy.
They were not kissing. They were laughing. They were fucking but they weren't dimming. They were enjoying the sensuality of the moment and, because of their exuberance, their physical connections did not last all that long. Within a few minutes, perhaps five, the menage broke up, mostly because of their horsing around, and when it did Tina simply turned to Renee and said:
"You, you know what I want, give it to me, will you:
It was not all that serious with Renee. She hadn't reached her peak of passion in which orgasms and cocks and cunts were so critical, but she understood what Tina wanted.
"Swim to the shallow end of the pool," she said, and turned and began swimming.
All of a sudden it was like a race with all of them swimming in the pool, splashing and kicking.
When they got to where Renee could stand up, she stopped and put her hand out to stop Tina. She quickly spun her so that she was on her back, floating in the water, and then adjusted herself so that her head was directly between Tina's legs.
"Hey you guys, give me some help," was all she needed to say.
She began to suck on Tina's pulsating clitoris.
"Oh God yes," Tina said, almost immediately. "God yes, that's what I need."
Her body relaxed in the water. She felt a couple of hands holding her up. Ted was by her head holding it up. He leaned forward and began to kiss her, his mouth open, his tongue lashing inside of her mouth. She began to groan around the tongue.
Renee's mouth was wildly alive. It was demanding and was sucking out all of her sexuality.
Then after a moment Bill got around behind Renee and gently pulled upward on her hips, lifting her feet off the pool floor. The stability of the group was only possible because so many people were there standing up.
Renee's ass floated back toward Bill. His cock slid between her pouting cuntal lips, entering her from behind. The thrust of his cock upward into her stomach was so erotic that Renee began to moan around the swollen lustful clitoris in her mouth. The vibrations of her moaning sent shivers of ecstasy through Tina.
Her mewling began to increase in intensity. In the darkened moonlit room the sound was a harmony of the lapping waves of a pool and the gentle animalistic moaning of Tina and Renee as passion began to consume their bodies.
Renee did not have to hold on to Tina's body because hands were holding both herself and Tina in one position, and when she dropped her hands she put her right hand directly on Larry's swollen cock that stuck out in front of his body as he stood holding the two girls in position.
She began to jerk back and forth on his long, engorged cock.
Renee was now into that special dimension she was capable of in which her full potential for sexuality came to the surface. All of her conscious world, all of her self-taught and her parent's-taught world vanished and she became a thing of beauty, graceful, animalistic, free, and the sexuality of which she was so capable seemed to flow outward from her and saturate everyone.
Bill fucked her steadily, enjoying the resistance of the water, enjoying the heat of her cunt, feeling the rippling tissues of her vagina walls as the swollen sensitive knob of his cock slid back and forth over them. It was like her vagina was kissing him. He closed his eyes, his balls beginning to feel swollen, almost painful. He had been aroused for sometime now and needed relief. There was no problem there. He simply held her lips and pumped his rippling sexual energy into her belly. The feeling of Larry's stormy cock underneath the water in her hands was a totally new sensation for Renee and it was turning her on even more. The cock felt huge and alive. It seemed to move in the water like a sea monster. She stroked it happily. There seemed no resistance. Her hand moved quickly. She had seen guys jerk off and knew how fast they liked to have a hand move on their cocks, and now she was doing it and it turned her on even more.
She could hear Tina mewling in ecstatic pleasure as she sucked her clitoris. At last Tina simply began to have an orgasm that was so major she couldn't hold still. Her entire body seemed to buck and jerk in the water. Her hips seemed to flail outwardly at Renee's mouth. Renee clung to the clitoris with her lips almost desperately, sucking it as hard as she could, letting her tongue work it as much as she could.
Finally, Tina could stand it no more and she took her face away from the tongue that was in it and began to say quite loudly.
"MY GOD, NOTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE, NOTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE, OH, I'M GOING TO CUM. I'M GOING TO PASS OUT. I'M FLYING APART. FUCK ME. SUCK ME. DO EVERYTHING YOU CAN TO ME. I WANT EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT. OH YES, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING. OH, AAAAAHHHHH, YES, YES, YES."
The final yes seemed to reverberate around the room, penetrating the sexual awareness of everybody hearing it, turning everybody on.
Then Tina's body simply went lax. Her legs seemed to slump. Renee, realizing that she probably couldn't take anymore for the moment, took her mouth away from the glowing clitoris and moved her head from between Tina's legs. She watched to make sure Tina was held safely in the water and then, with a gleeful look on her face, said to Larry, whose cock she was milking, "That's just fantastic, that feeling I'm getting from your cock. Can you get in the same position Tina was in?"
Larry, an expert in the water, simply rolled his body into the floating position, and after a moment Renee was able to get her head between his legs. She was not interested in sucking his cock. Renee wanted to jerk him off. She loved the feeling. It was the first time she had ever done it just that way and it was new and exciting.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked one of his testicles into it, being gentle and tender as she began to suck and pull on it.
Meanwhile, she raised her right arm out of the water somewhat awkwardly, taking a firm hold of his cock. Her eyes looking up from underneath it and began pounding as hard as she could, stroking it up and down, jacking him off as hard as it was possible for her to move.
It was rather awkward for her because of the cock in her cunt, but she moved her forearm and wrist and hand gleefully, playing with the huge penis as it stuck up above her eyes like an awesome pole. Her mind tried to absorb the new sensual delight she was getting while at the same time taking full advantage of the sensual delight that was taking place in her cunt.
Then she felt the final violent jerking and the great hot gobs of semen spurted up inwardly into her stomach. For a brief moment, while it lasted, she pushed back at the driving cock and then after another brief moment, when it was over, she felt the cock pull from her, felt it slip out of her slippery cunt easily, slowly, as if bidding a tearful goodbye.
Her feet went down to the floor of the pool. Now she had leverage. Now she had a better angle on Larry's cock. She was standing up, virtually underneath him as he floated above her. She shoved her left hand against his buttocks, her arm in the position of carrying a tray over her shoulder. Her head was up between his legs, his testicle in her mouth, and her right arm was now much freer because of the slight change in position and could work much faster. She could feel the slight bucking movement in his hips and realized that from the size and hardness of his penis that he had to be close to orgasm.
She squeezed as hard as she could, her hand just barely getting around the circumference of his shaft, and moved her hands up and down as quickly as was possible for her. She felt her arm getting tired but was determined to keep it going at the right speed and with enough consistency to make him have an orgasm. Then she felt it happen again. She felt him strain forward, pushing upward, almost as though pushing against the water. She felt the contractions begin. She felt the muscles and veins seem to pulse and then she felt the first surge of semen against the base of her fingers which were around the base of his turgid cock. This spurt seemed to ripple underneath her fingers and shot up into the air. Quickly, laughingly now, delighted that she had made it happen to Larry, she pulled her mouth away from his testicles and held his stirring prick upward toward the ceiling, trying to catch as many drops of semen as she could as it shot up into the air and then teetered over the edge of his cock to fall on her face.
When it was over, Renee looked around for Tina and saw her at the end of the pool, her hands gripping the edge, her cunt directly in front of the water spurting out underneath the surface. She looked like an addict except for the fact that Bill was behind her. His penis slid into her cunt from behind and his arms around her shoulders, holding the edge of the pool also. They seemed to be holding still and indeed they were, letting the water do the massaging.
Tina was farther into sexuality than she'd ever been in her life. She was in the same kind of mood that Renee often got into where the entire world was blotted out and the total focus was on her body.
As she watched Tina and Bill, Renee felt Lance move alongside of her in the water.
"You okay, Coach?" he said with a smile in his voice.
"You better believe it," she said.
"How about yourself, you gettin any?"
He laughed and they laughed together. She reached down to feel his cock. It was semi-erect. She looked at him as she stroked it.
"God Lance, I've discovered an amazing thing tonight. I love to jerk on a cock under water. Just hold still. I'll give you the greatest hand job you ever had."
She said it jokingly, but he was already aware of the fact that that was what was happening to him. He put his hands up to her shoulders and stood in the water, just looking into her eyes. Her head was down somewhat but he could-see the look of intense concentration on her face as she reached out in front of her, her hand on his cock and obviously forcing her hand to go as fast as it could. It felt sensational. To Renee, it was almost like a new toy and she was aware that from this day on, it would be an obsession of hers. It was a special kind of fascination and she recognized it. His cock felt long, slippery and solid, and yet the skin slid back and forth so easily.
With his entire cock rippling under her fingertips it was like a form of hypnotism to her. She only wanted to concentrate on what she was doing and she was becoming rapidly very good at it.
Lance simply relaxed, recognizing the perfection of what was happening. He didn't want to move, he didn't want to change positions, and didn't want to do something different because what was happening to him was different. At one point he said, "Coach, you're something else, you're really and truly something else."
Renee heard him, glanced up into his eyes, and smiled slightly.
As Renee beat steadily on Lance's cock, now totally concentrated on the new experience, Ted and Ray splashed over beside them. There was a moment while they studied what was going on and then Ray said, "Damned, Lance, a hand job?" There was great concern in his voice. He was generally puzzled. "A fucking hand job? Why don't you stick your cock in her and fuck her?"
"Just hush, old buddy," Lance said smilingly. "Just hush and line up. She'll do you at the same time probably and then you'll have the answer to your question."
"A hand job," Ray exclaimed. He eased his body down to stand alongside Lance. There was disbelief on his face.
Immediately Renee grabbed his cock. It felt so different from Lance's, being only semi-erect, whereas she now had Lance stone-hard and thrusting. She almost stopped what she was doing, amazed by the difference in texture. Still, Ray's cock was as exciting as Lance's, as she began to stroke it under water.
She had Ray's cock in her left hand and could not move as fast. Still, Ray began to get the idea immediately. Renee spread her legs to get better leverage. She began to concentrate on the fantastic textures and forms she was feeling in her hand. It was so new, so fresh to her, that it was tremendously exciting. She could feel her own body becoming aroused.
Then, suddenly, she felt a head moving between her legs under water, and a mouth gently move up to take her clitoris. She felt the first tug. It was almost like a fish nibbling, and then because the mouth only had a short time without breath, there was an urgency. The next pull was stronger and made Renee gasp with pleasure. She tried to move her hands as fast as she could now, realizing that the mouth on her clitoris would only be there a short while, and that the synchronization between her body and what she was doing with the two cocks would automatically be disrupted. She wanted to raise herself to the highest pitch she could while the opportunity existed. She wondered who it was that was sucking on her cunt.
Lance, noticing the look on her face, said, "What's the matter, Coach?"
She just murmured back to him, "Someone's sucking my cunt."
Then, after no more than forty-five seconds, the mouth left her cunt. She felt the body slither between her legs and realized whoever it was was going to surface right in front of her face. And then, grinning broadly, Jim's handsome face emerged in front of hers, coming up between her two arms and between his two buddies.
Ray and Lance pushed at him, horsing around. There were shouts about getting in on the action and get the hell out of here. Jim got his breath and then simply disappeared beneath the surface, moving his head back between Renee's legs. She was giggling now. It was all so silly and she was having fun with it.
This time his mouth came at her clitoris from a different angle. Again she felt the first heavy tug as he searched hungrily for the clitoris and sucked it in.
"Oh God!" she said. "Oh God, that's beautiful."
"Sure is, Coach," Lance said. "Just move a little faster, please, I'm almost cumming."
Renee had somehow forgotten, or at least was not paying attention to, the cocks in her hand. There was too much going on around her and she had slowed down slightly. Now she increased her tempo on Lance's organ, her right hand whipping back and forth up the length of his engorged shaft, feeling the lovely convulsions, the massive veins, and the total velvety quality that she loved and which was turning her on.
"That's it, Coach, that's it."
Renee felt her own body responding now even more. It was as though she was almost jerking herself off. Her clitoris felt like it was sticking out as far as the two cocks in her own hand. She began to move her pelvis back and forth as though she were fucking Jim's mouth. Since she couldn't see him, and couldn't see her lower body, but could only feel, the effect was actually of fucking and her mind simply grasped that concept and hung to it.
Then the mouth left her clitoris. Jim propelled his body between her legs and surfaced behind her. Renee had not stopped moving her hands, but was concentrating on Lance, now realizing he was close to orgasm. Jim moved somewhat alongside of her and ran his hand down across her belly, fingering her clitoris. With his other hand he ran his fingers down into the crack of her anus, sliding into that opening slowly and easily and then finally going a little bit further into the large swollen, pouting lips of her excited cunt. He began finger fucking her from behind and rubbing her clitoris from the front as Renee suddenly realized that a magic formula had been found.
Instantly her body responded to the titillation. Instantly she could visualize herself being fucked and fucking. She knew that this time the titillation would not stop because of lack of air. She turned her face toward Jim and began kissing him, trying to get all of the stimulation possible. She opened her mouth and took his long slender tongue deeply, as deeply as she could, and began sucking it, running her own tongue around and around over his, trying to imagine all of the sensual things possible for her in the quiet natatorium.
For Lance it had been a study in distractions, with so many things happening, the most critical of which was that the rhythm of Renee's hand kept changing as she became more concentrated and then more distracted as Jim approached her in different ways. Thus it was 'that now, with the system seemingly completely synchronized and Renee's hand once again pounding at his cock in a reasonable tempo, that Lance began to cum. He had not really been thinking of cumming and did not really care if he came. He was more interested in the fun aspects of what they were doing. But he could see that what was happening was tremendously exciting to Renee and that became tremendously exciting to him.
The orgasm came on him almost as if by surprise. He had felt the growing pressure in his testicles. He had even felt the tremors of an approaching orgasm, but had really thought nothing of it. And so, as a consequence, when his semen did start to flow, it seemed to burst upon him with a dimension of excitement that he was almost not ready to accommodate. He gritted his teeth as the first gob of semen shot through the shaft of his cock.
"GODDAMMIT IT, COACH," he said. He was surprised. "GODDAMMIT IT, COACH, MOVE YOUR FUCKING HAND, MOVE IT FASTER, YOU ARE MAKING ME CUM. YES COACH, YES! FASTER, THAT'S RIGHT, THAT'S RIGHT, FASTER!"
Renee responded. And as she did, of course, since his orgasm was already underway, Lance simply began to spew semen out into the pool water from underneath the surface. Renee could feel it spurting through his stiff pecker. She could feel it rippling past her fingertips. It was tremendously exciting to her. Her left hand became still on Ray's cock. She took her mouth away from kissing Jim to look at Lance. Renee wanted to experience his total orgasm. She watched him close his eyes and grit his teeth, and could feel his body buck. It seemed that it was the most violent orgasm she had ever seen him have.
When it was over he looked up at her. "Coach, that was beautiful. Coach, you're the greatest." He had smiled at her then and she could see the affection and the caring on his face. She realized she had Ray's cock in her left hand and began to move it again. She realized also her own body was highly aroused.
Jim, of course, had not stopped. His fingers were flying in and around her cunt. Renee looked at Ray, "Move over so I can get ahold of you with my right hand."
Ray moved in front of Lance. Lance stepped backward and slumped against the edge of the pool, his elbows up on the tile edge, leaning back, relaxing and enjoying what he was watching.
Now Renee started the rapid fire jerking action on Ray's cock. She was thinking of making him cum. What she was really thinking about was making herself cum at the same moment if she could. But it was difficult to tell since it was so dark in the natatorium and the water seemed to hide the action.
"Give it to him, Coach," Lance said from the side of the pool. "Give him the same thing you just gave me. He'll love it."
"She is! She is! She is!, " Ray said, half mockingly, half serious. His cock was swollen now and almost exploding. It stuck out from his belly hard and firm. Renee's hand, whipping back and forth on his shaft, was an erotic delight he had not experienced and he was having trouble controlling himself. He could have cum instantly, it seemed. Certainly now. With his cock stone-hard and wanting to thrust and his balls wanting to burst, he could have cum and he didn't want to cum. He wanted to savor the pleasure a little bit longer. And so he was fighting the battle of not pushing out any harder than he dared and still pushing out slightly in order to get the benefit of the action. He closed his eyes.
As he stood there, wallowing in the sensuality that Renee was creating, Tina swam up. She was relaxed and playful, having just gone through a series of long, major, satisfying orgasms with the water jet, and now she was swimming around and relaxing. She made no noise, realizing that both Renee, Jim and Ray were concentrating on sex, and as a result she glided up to their actions silently, almost fish-like. She watched a moment, and then, in her playful mood, rolled herself over onto her back and, paddling backwards, maneuvered her cunt into position in front of Ray's mouth.
She paddled a little bit more until her pubic hair simply went right up against his open mouth, which of course startled Ray and made him open his eyes. And then, because of the relaxed atmosphere and the fun they were having, he simply plunged his tongue into her gaping cunt as it hung there before him.
As soon as the connection was made and he began to suck and feel and taste her juices, Tiny had an anchor, so to speak. Her body was no longer just floating. Because of that anchor she was able to maneuver her head so that her lips were opposite Renee's.
Now Renee had attention on all ends. She happily and greedily kissed Tina. Tina put her arms on Renee, thereby balancing herself in the water securely, her body twisting at the waist so that her cunt pointed upright into Ray's mouth and her face, twisted to the right, could reach Renee's mouth.
Orgasm was on Renee's mind almost immediately, especially when she felt one of Tina's hands on her breasts as they floated there in the water. With her own free hand she reached out to fondle Tina's body. But her main concentration was on the throbbing, stone-hard cock in her right hand, and what it was doing to her imagination. Renee felt open, totally open and accessible. She loved that feeling. She recognized it as a dimension of sex that was not always hers to enjoy, but which she had the capability of reaching and once she did, also had the capability of exploiting to the fullest. She imagined Ray's cock to be her cock. Her own clitoris felt enlarged and protruding and demanding, and suddenly, in the magic of her fantasy, the cock she was stroking with her right hand was her own and she was jerking herself off.
She began to cum. Because her mouth was full, she couldn't speak, but she could moan and groan and she began to do that. It was clearly audible.
Tina was turned on because of the sound, knowing or sensing what was happening to Renee, and loving it.
It seemed that Jim increased his tempo on Renee's clitoris and his finger seemed to move in and out of her cunt from behind faster.
Hearing Renee's moans, Ray himself, now very close to orgasm, began thrusting his pelvis back and forth in the warm water, trying to get as much as he could out of Renee's rapidly jerking hand on his stone-hard cock.
Then Ray could stand no more. The torture was complete. He had to release. His body seemed to relax, and with that the explosion he had been holding off so long began to roar up through the long, tight channel of his cock. He began to yell into Tina's cunt. He was not trying to form words, but they sounded like low, animalistic moans, like long Ooooooohhhhhhh's. His body jerked spastically. There was so much going on sexually that he, like almost all the rest of them in the group, were transcended beyond normal degrees of sexuality. The semen seemed to pound out into the water, as though pile-driven.
Renee could feel it under her fingers. She thought of it as her own semen, her own orgasm. She felt her belly and vagina turn to the wonderful cinder-like warmth that she had grown to recognize. Cum after cum rippled through her system. She was undemanding of her body, totally relaxed and open. And because of that openness she had the feeling that her body recognized that freedom and was pouring out its sexual energy as rapidly and happily as it could.
She almost fainted in the water as she sucked Tina's tongue and felt Jim's hands fucking her cunt and rolling back and forth over her now throbbing and demanding clitoris. She bucked her pelvis, jerking wildly on Ray's cock. It was magnificent for her. She simply came and came and wished she could taste the semen that was seemingly coming out of her own cock. She imagined, from what she felt with her fingers, that there were great giant gobs of it. She wanted it to splash down her throat, wanted it hitting her womb and her cervix, wanted it to be all over her, inside, outside, every place.
When her series of orgasms had passed, Renee simply spun her body, throwing herself into Jim's strong arms for support. She felt weak, almost as though she might faint, feeling that she needed to be held up.
"Oh God, Jim! Oh God! Just hold me," she said. "That was so magnificent. I have to rest a moment." Her mouth, her chin, went against his neck. She buried her head there, relaxing, sagging. He simply held her, holding her as though trying to comfort and warm her. She felt his strong, muscular body. It felt good. She felt secure, totally-free, and knew that it would only take a moment for her to recover.
In the background she could hear Tina moaning softly as Ray continued to suck her cunt. Ray's hands were now underneath Tina's body, holding her there in the water, his tongue moving in and out of her vaginal opening as though he were eating dessert.
And Tina, though she had arrived at the little group pretty much spent from having so many orgasms with the driving water jet, was now responding to his tongue.
Larry, now holding Tina's shoulders so she didn't have to move her arms for support in the water, began kissing her, smothering her moans somewhat with his tongue and fondling her breasts simultaneously.
Renee could hear this. It was a soothing, peaceful, free sound. She smiled to herself at how close she felt to all these people. She had never been involved in a group like this before. She'd never had such cronies before and found it comforting and secure. The harmony in the group seemed to Renee to be complete. She hung on Jim's chest, almost totally involved now with what was happening to Tina behind her. Then she heard Tina have a definite, strong orgasm. She smiled to herself. It was beautiful. She had never known such freedom.
When Tina was through gushing they relaxed at the edge of the pool, leaning back in the water, their elbows or hands on the railing, talking excitedly, enjoying each other. Finally, because of all the nude bodies around her, Renee began to think of cocks again.
"Tina," she said. "Tina, so help me, I've made a major discovery for myself and I want to show you. You want to try something?"
"Sure," Tina said. "Why not. What's going on?" "Cocks is what's going on," Renee said, laughing. "Cocks. And we're surrounded by them. But let me show you something. Jim, come here, will you please."
Jim was only a step away. "Sure, what do you want?" he said. "Anything you say, Coach," he was teasing her as he moved toward her.
"Now Jim, just stand there with your back to me. Tina, I want you to see this." Renee moved in back of Jim, her crotch next to his butt. "Now you have to use your imagination, but here's what you do. First, you imagine that you've got a cock. Your clitoris feels like a cock, doesn't it? Especially when it's aroused."
"Yeah, yeah," Tina said.
"Alright, then you get in back of one of these guys and imagine that you've got a cock. Now, you're going to shove that cock right up his ass, just like I'm doing with my cock to Jim. Okay? And that's all imagination. But what completes the picture is you reach around in front of him and take ahold of his cock. Now, if your imagination is strong enough, you are actually pulling on your own cock, aren't you? Imagine it going clear through him, and you've got it coming out the pother side and got it in your hand. Now start to jerk it off, just like you were jerking yourself off. In fact that's what you're doing. If you push your clitoris hard enough into his buttocks you can rub it against something there and the feeling will be the same. How does that feel, Jim?"
Renee was already jerking on Jim's cock. "Hey, it feels great."
Renee had her left arm around Jim's belly part way, but had to lean forward and to the right slightly in order to get her right hand around on his cock. She was pulling with her left hand so that her pelvis could be pushed as hard as possible up against his buttocks, but her main action was a rapid, dynamic stroking of his cock as though trying to give him an instant orgasm.
Jim was not erect. There was some blood in his penis and he was about semi-erect. Because of Renee's enthusiasm, he smiled and said, "Hey Coach, slow down a little bit, let me catch up with you."
Slightly embarrassed at her over-reaction, Renee raised her eyes toward the ceiling in mock disgust and slowed down.
"Sorry fellow," she said.
Almost instantly the magic of her discovery, however, began to react on Renee. There was something incredible about the soothing warmth of the water and the way bodies felt under it that worked like magic on her. She did not identify it as a water fetish, but that is in fact what it was.
As Jim's cock began to grow in her hands, her excitement simply leaped forward far beyond any normal degree she might have excepted.
After watching for only a moment, Tina grabbed Ted. "Can you get it up?" she asked.
"I think so," was all he said as he turned his body to put his buttocks against her belly.
She slipped quickly into the same position Renee was in, reaching around to grab Ted's cock in the same manner. She almost closed her eyes. Her head was down and she wasn't really pushing her body against Ted's buttocks. Finally he said, "She said to push your pelvis against my buttocks, dummy, now do it," he was kiddingly reminding her.
Remembering instantly, Tina adjusted her body.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah," she said. "Oh, that feels better."
"Remember," Renee said. "Use your imagination. That's your cock you've got in your hand. Doesn't your clitoris feel like a cock already?"
Though she did not have the water fetish working for her that Renee did, Tina could feel the excitement. She loved the girth and the strength in Ted's body and she pressed her breasts and her pelvis against it lovingly.
When she was into it enough she said to Ted, "You know something, I'm going to fuck your brains out. I can just feel it right now."
The crowd laughed.
Jim was now almost fully erect and because of that Renee's hand could feel the girth and the power of it.
"Can I go faster now," she said.
"Yeah, a little faster."
Renee's hand began to move again, faster. Her right hand began a drumbeat staccato-kind of rhythm as she jacked him off. Her mind slipped from reality, or at least total reality, and into the lovely sexual dimension that she so enjoyed. Her body again seemed to be opening up. She concentrated totally on her own penis. It seemed to be sticking out a foot and a half, two feet. She just had the end of it. It felt super. It felt great.
At one point she stopped beating on his cock and quickly moved both of her hands around to where she spread his ass cheeks. It felt to her like her clitoris slid inside of him. Quickly she moved her hands back, her left hand on his hip, pulling his body toward her, her right hand pumping almost violently now on the large, thick, burgeoning shaft sticking out in front of Jim.
Tina made a sound, a sound of passion, and Renee heard it. Her mind came back, almost teetering, to the reality of where they were in this lovely pool. Tina was there. Everyone was there.
"I'm jerking myself off now, Tina. I've got a two foot cock and I've got the end of it in my hands and it feels fantastic. Can you feel your cock?"
Renee's passion was garbling the logic of reality, but everybody knew what she meant.
"I'm beginning to," Tina said. There was no way she could know that her feelings were different from Renee's, and it made no difference actually.
Tina was now enjoying the rapid swelling Of Ted's cock. Her own psyche was such that she was actually enjoying the girth and power she could feel in his body as much as she was his cock. But it made no difference. She was stroking with a steady beat, not too fast, not too slow, trying to stroke the entire length of his cock, and on the out-stroke trying to gently stimulate the swollen throbbing knob.
"Is that fast enough?" Tina said.
"Perfect, perfect, just perfect. I'll let you know when I want you to go faster."
Ted thrust his pelvis forward, letting her know the feeling he was enjoying.
They stayed like this for several minutes, two separate sexual entities, two men and two women, isolated from each other and yet somehow joined in spirit.
And then, Bill, who had been resting alongside the edge of the pool, letting his energy return after having fucked Tina at the end of the pool earlier and having cum inside of her wet, gaping cunt, began to feel his cock jump again at the erotic panorama taking place in front of him. He moved behind Renee.
Renee, because of the openness she felt in her own body, only welcomed him. He fingered her anus for a while with his right hand, while with his left he gently stroked his cock, trying to get it to full hardness. Her anus felt lovely. It felt slippery, squeaky, as though it had just been completely washed and had no lubrication. He didn't think he could get his finger inside. Still, he could feel the tight puckering mouth of her anus and he began to slowly move his fingertip around the surface. It felt good. He wanted to relax the sphincter muscles.
A soft groan escaped Renee's throat as she felt the added stimulation. A cloud of doubt whirled up in her mind. She had never been fucked up the ass. Nothing had ever penetrated her anal canal. The thought frightened her somewhat. But in her state of arousal the fright was not as all-inclusive as it would have been under other circumstances. She tried to relax, not really thinking that he would penetrate her, thinking only that if she could relax she could give more of herself to him and enjoy it more.
Bill slipped his fingers down to her vagina, knowing it was wet, hoping to get some of the lubrication on his fingers. He could feel it once his fingers penetrated her swollen vaginal lips. The natural lubrication seemed to engulf his finger, and quickly he tried to transfer it to her ass-hole. He was partially successful, but the water seemed to dilute everything and he realized that it probably wouldn't work. His left hand, however, was holding a now almost stone-hard cock and it was demanding. It wanted to be pushed into something. He waited, trying to get her anus to relax.
Seeing this, watching it in the soft blue light from the brick windows, Lance got more and more involved. His orgasm had been complete only a few minutes before, but his soul was connected with the group, with the fun they were having, and he moved behind Tina more to arouse her than to get involved himself. His cock was soft, his mood mellow, and he put his arms around her and began to fondle her breasts, forcing his fingers between them and Ted's back.
Tina's buttocks clinched as she pushed her imaginary penis into Ted's body. Lance dropped his right hand down to her buttocks.
"Relax a minute," he said into her ear.
Instantly Tina's buttocks relaxed. When they did, Ted slipped his finger into her anus. Tina was an accomplished expert at anal intercourse, and as a result the muscles around her anal opening were much more relaxed and receptive to intrusion. The water was enough lubricant and Lance simply slipped the first two joints of his index finger on his right hand up into her anus.
"Okay, go ahead, fuck him some more," he whispered into her ear.
A soft, sensual groan of ecstasy came from her lips at the new stimulation. Tina began again to fuck Ted's rear with her imaginary penis.
Ted reached back with both hands and spread his buttocks. When he did, Tina felt the newfound intimacy as though her imaginary cock had slipped further up inside of him.
"OH YES," she said. "OH YES, I FEEL IT NOW, RENEE." She almost yelled it, because she had felt a new sensation. Her right hand began to pound harder on Ted's cock.
The sound of Tina's passion penetrated Bill's mind like a flaming arrow. His cock, now stone-hard in his left hand and demanding, was simply waiting. Was Renee's anus ready or not? He didn't know. He thought that it was, he thought he could force entry. Quickly he adjusted his body and felt the tip of his stone-hard spear push against the entrance to her anal opening. He held still for a moment, not wanting to hurt her, but consumed with the desire to insert his penis into something sexual.
At the feeling of girth against her anus, Renee partially froze. Instinctively she knew it wouldn't go inside of her. Instinctively she knew she couldn't accept it. She said nothing.
Bill felt her tension. He did not move. Then, gently, he whispered into her ear. "Renee, make him cum, make yourself cum. Jack that cock off."
The almost guttural animalistic tone of his voice shot into Renee's consciousness. She loved it, it was exciting, she wanted to be just like that-carried away, open, free. She began to pound relentlessly again on the cock in her hand. As her concentration changed from her own fear to her own passion, Bill felt the literal relaxation of her body.
And when he felt it, he shoved his cock forward. It was not a violent shove, but positive and firm enough to effect penetration.
Before she knew it, before she could do anything about it, Renee had a cock up her ass. Bill felt the knob slip by her sphincter muscle and the instant he felt it he stopped, knowing that basically all that was required was to give Renee enough time to adjust to the newfound penetration of her anus.
"MAKE HIM CUM. JACK HIM OFF," Bill said into her ear.
Renee, now frantic with passion, began to try to do just that, increasing her tempo.
Bill felt the relaxation again. This time he inserted again. Suddenly he was all the way inside of Renee's ass. The feeling was unbelievable to the young teacher.
"My God!" she said. "Oh My God! He's fucking my ass and I love it." She said it to no one. She was really talking to herself, but everyone heard it. The passion in her voice was obvious. Everyone reacted. Everyone's passion increased.
Tina began to cum. It was unbelievable to her that she could detonate so quickly. But the first ripple of orgasm shot through her body. She mellowed, softened, opened her body. Things were happening. She began to yell softly. And yet it was loud. It was guttural, animalistic. No one, no one at all, would mistake what was happening to Tina.
The effect on Lance was cataclysmic. His cock seemed to shoot into erection. Within seconds he was ready to enter her. He had done it many times before. He simply reached down and spread her ass cheeks, shoving the tip of his cock against her anal opening and pushing it in. She welcomed it. There was no resistance. Tina was totally ready for a cock in any orifice. She was more sophisticated than Renee in that respect, although certainly not in enthusiasm.
Renee possibly was the one most affected. She was now out of control, almost. Her face, her mouth, were pressed against Jim's back. Her lips splayed out as she forced her face against his shoulder blades. Her total image was complete. She felt her own cock in her right hand as she began to vocalize what was happening to her. It was hard to understand as she said it into his shoulder blades, but it was very clear to her.
"AAAAGGGHH," she said. "OOOHHHHH, I AM JACKING MYSELF OFF. I AM NOW CUMMING. OH YES, I AM. I AM CUMMIMG. I AM CUUUUUUMMMMMMING." The words were long, drawn out and animalistic. They seemed to rub an erotic brush across everyone's psyche in the group and it was hard to define who came first.
Suddenly Jim was ejaculating into the water from the pounding Renee's hand was giving him.
Suddenly Bill was cumming in Renee's ass, and she felt the burning semen.
Lance and Tina-everybody was shooting suddenly. The water seemed to splash harder. The room reverberated with sound.
CHAPTER NINE
They had gotten out of the pool then to rest briefly in the bleachers. Very shortly, as their laughter and by-play continued, they had realized that as a group they were simply famished. Food was the answer. Exuberance held them in its grip. They put on their clothes and then went outside, piling into a single car and proceeding to a drive-in for hamburgers and a malt.
Renee was aware that they were almost hysterical in the car as they horsed around verbally, kidding each other, generally having fun. She realized that though it was near hysteria, it was indeed fun, and in fact it was something she missed. Her life had been far too serious of late. The younger people were accepting her and she was able to become one of them at least temporarily. Her role as coach and teacher was way in the background, although at moments she sensed a sort of unspoken respect on their part.
The addition of eight hamburgers and eight malteds seemed to literally pack the car and add to their exuberance. Somehow they maneuvered themselves to eat and be comfortable. Renee had forgotten how much fun such antics were. Tina was sitting on Ted's knees, her own knees pointed directly at Renee, who sat beside them in the backseat. Tina's knees were apart, her crotch open to Renee, and finally the temptation overcame her and Renee somehow freed one hand and gently slipped two fingers up into Tina's cunt.
It wasn't particularly sexual but it was highly sensual. She moved her fingers back and forth slowly. Tina said she loved it as she munched on her hamburger. They began to talk about what Renee was doing. They laughed. It made no difference. Renee was mostly hungry. She was wolfing down her own hamburger, clutching it desperately with one hand while her other hand moved slowly in and out of Tina's lubricated cunt.
Ted, seeing this, slid the fingers of his left hand into Renee's crotch, slipping them gently into her also dripping cunt and they sat there, soft passion caressing their psyches, their mood light and close.
Finally they finished eating, and since it was so late, it was decided that Tina would sleep with Renee rather than drive her all the way back to her school. Because of the lightness of the moment, Renee did not pick up on the fact that it was Tina who was the instigator of the idea. She simply went along with it, welcoming Tina, wanting her to stay with her, and thought nothing of it.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Renee awoke to find herself blindfolded. Tina was holding her in her arms as they lay beside each other naked in the bed. Except for the blindfold, it was virtually the way they had fallen asleep after having a couple of orgasms through the sixty-nine position. They had wanted to continue but were simply exhausted. They had laughed about it and had fallen asleep, their sexually spent bodies pushing against each other, their arms around each other.
Renee did not initially realize she was blindfolded because of the room's darkness. It took her several moments to realize it, during which she became aware of the fact that Tina was lying on her left arm so she couldn't move it and that somehow Tina had her arm around her neck and was holding her right hand at the wrist so she couldn't move that either.
It was only when she became aware of her lack of movement that she became startled. Then, before she could move, she realized that her clitoris was being sucked on.
"Tina," she said sharply.
Instantly Tina whispered into her ear.
"Yes, I'm here. Relax, its alright."
Her statement made no sense to Renee and yet whoever was sucking on her cunt had been doing so for several moments and passion had already started to build in Renee's stomach.
Quickly she realized that it was a prank of the group. Somehow the boys had been let in and they were just horsing around. She relaxed. The tongue continued to whirl on her clitoris. Then she felt a hand from alongside the bed reach down and take her right hand. She felt Tina's hand release its grip and her own hand pulled up until it was placed on a cock.
The cock was hard and almost instantly she realized it was not the cock of one of the boys. Somewhere in the back of her memory bank she remembered the cock. It seemed to curl upward, much more severely in its hardness, as though being bent backward by the tension within itself. It felt great but the fact that she knew it was not one of the boys caused her to panic slightly. She tried to raise up but Tina was too heavy.
Was she dreaming? Could this be a nightmare? Could this be a wild Freudian type thing happening to her. Then she brought herself back to reality. Of course it couldn't. She was thinking about it. She was aware of it. There was nothing dream-like about it. It was harsh reality. The cock in her right hand was actually throbbing. It was pulsating. She could feel the veins running up and down its length, disgorged from the blood pounding through them.
Her hand began automatically to stroke the cock. The hand holding her hand on the cock released its grip. Now she could move her hand away but she didn't want to. Passion was flooding her cunt.
Renee began to move her hips.
"Oh Tina", she said. "I don't know what this is but I like it. Should I be scared?"
"No, don't be scared. Its alright," Tina whispered.
Her own hands were caressing Renee's supple breasts. Then Renee began to hear ever-so-faintly a tiny whimpering sound from her crotch. She couldn't quite make it out. It sounded like mewling or perhaps sobbing. It sounded ecstatic, but most importantly, it sounded feminine.
She accepted the fact that she could be mistaken about the cock in her hand, but there was no mistaking now the fact that a female was eating her pussy.
"Tina, who? Who is that?" she said. "Never mind," Tina said. "You're not supposed to know."
"Just be quiet."
The whimpering continued and so did the whirling tongue, and with it Renee's passion continued its spiral upward. She realized her hand was moving faster on the cock. She wished she could see. Renee wondered who it was. Who did that crooked cock belong to? She knew it should be familiar to her, but she couldn't think of who it was.
Passion now had built to the point where Renee could not keep quiet.
"OH," she said. "OH, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL. OH, YES. WHOEVER YOU ARE, KEEP DOING THAT. DO IT FASTER, OH, AAAAAHHHHH, I'M GOING TO CUM IN A MOMENT."
She paused, then turned her head toward where she knew Tina's head was and whispered.
"Honestly, I don't know how it's possible. I've cum so many times today, but I'm going to cum."
She drew out the last word, letting it ooze from her throat in a soft guttural moan.
"Yes," Tina said. "Yes, of course you are. Go ahead and cum. It will be good for you, enjoy it."
"AAAHHH, AAAAHHHH, AAAAAHHHHH," Renee said.
The tongue was expert. She felt gentle fingers slide into her cuntal opening beneath the tongue but it persisted. Then she felt the lips soften and suck her clitoris up into the mouth. It was soft, wet, warm and ever so tender. Her passion simply flew now.
"OH, YES, YOU MUST PULL HARDER, HARDER," she said.
The room was silent except for the sound of her hand slapping back and forth against the male body as she pounded, now quite rapidly, on the long curving cock. Then, just as she realized she was about to orgasm, Renee distinctly felt the cock begin to ejaculate. She was familiar with the feeling as the semen rippled underneath her fingertips up through the shaft of the cock and the convulsions occurred. She knew she had jacked the cock off.
There was no sound and then Renee felt the drops of semen begin to splatter on her face. She opened her mouth instinctively, wanting the taste, and when that happened her own orgasm lumbered out of the depth of her exhausted body and rippled across in a great multi-colored crescendo of passion.
Her tongue formed the letters as semen splattered against it. It sounded wet and sexy.
It was massive. It was all inclusive. It was gigantic.
Renee virtually passed out from the force of the sudden orgasm she had had. Her hand dropped from the cock. Her body went slack. Almost immediately she was asleep. It had been a long day.
CHAPTER TEN
Renee was almost smothering when she awoke. Tina's cuntal lips were virtually engulfing her nose and mouth. At first she did not know what was happening and it frightened her. Then quickly she tasted the vaginal lubrication and felt the bristly pubic hairs against her lips and cheeks.
Tina had her clitoris halfway down her throat, sucking on it lovingly, slowly, trying to wake her up in the sexiest way she could.
Again Renee noticed the lustful burning cinder that was her stomach. It was incredible how the new found freedom she had had with the group had released her to a world of sexual pleasures. Her body seemed insatiable. She lay there, her bladder full. Ordinarily she would have jumped out of bed and gone to the bathroom, but now she simply wanted to lie there and relax and cum.
She drove her tongue into Tina's cunt to let her know she was awake. She put her arms around Tina's rump and let her fingers idly begin to caress
Tina's anal opening. It was dry. Renee slid her fingers down to Tina's cunt and got some lubrication, then rubbed it into the anal opening only inches from her nose.
She had felt her own anus many times, but it was the only one she had noticed, and as a result she couldn't believe that an anus could be as relaxed and inviting as the one she now slid her fingers into.
In a gulp of passion she took Tina's long, bloated clitoris deeply into her mouth and began to suck. She heard Tina moan at the new feeling. They lay in that position until both had an orgasm, and then Tina broke off the sixty-nine position because Tina was aware of what time it was. She knew they had to hurry for Renee to get to school on time.
The note was on her desk waiting for her when she got to school. She did not recognize the handwriting on the envelope and ripped it open, wondering what it was all about. It was on Jack Mandero's stationery, but it was handwritten. It said simply, "Renee, your afternoon class has been cancelled for obvious reasons. I expect you to be in my office immediately after lunch." He had signed it simply-Mandero.
For some reason the coldness of the note and the unexpectedness of it made her stomach tighten. There was something different about this message, something that seemed to transcend the rapport she felt she had with Jack Mandero. She had felt secure in her teaching position ever since the afternoon she had fucked Jack, realizing that since he was in the position he was, and since he was married, he could stand no publicity about his behavior and also realizing that if need be she could do it again.
It had indeed been fun and so she almost looked forward to that part of it if it ever did occur again, but this letter seemed different, especially the phrase "for obvious reasons." She wondered what that meant. Certainly nothing she had done with the gang since fucking Mandero was any worse than what she had done before, so he couldn't possibly have any new information that would be detrimental to her image, and yet, just yet, maybe there was something. Maybe he had something special if he knew about the previous night.
Her mind raced over the details. Could he object to their using the pool for sex? Possibly. Maybe someone had seen them and recognized her having sex or a form of sex at the hamburger stand, and then there was that mysterious circumstance of the previous night. The blindfold bothered her. She had not had time to really analyze the situation since she had fallen instantly asleep and then had awakened in such a hurry and had been on such a race track since then that her mind had simply not focused on the situation.
She sat back thinking of it now. She remembered the cock and the orgasm. She knew it was a female or, if it were a male, it would have to be a male with a high falsetto voice.
It occurred to her that maybe the room wasn't dark. She had thought of it as being black in the bedroom simply because she couldn't see, but now she realized that the lights could have been on, or at least a dim light. She could not remember seeing any light seeping in around the blindfold but yet it was possible. Maybe pictures had been taken. Her imagination was running wild and she sat up quickly, realizing that she was exaggerating the situation. Yet the phrase hung in her mind. She re-read the letter again. What could "obvious reasons" be?
She sank back in her chair. If only Tina were there to talk with her, but Tina had left. She was alone in the quiet room. Finally she heard the bell sound and realized she was due in her classroom in only a few moments. She quickly organized herself, got up, and walked down the hallway.
It would be several hours before she was due to report to Jack Mandero's office. She taught the first class automatically, her mind seemingly distracted. Renee spent the time in between simply sitting quietly in her office, trying to think through the dilemma in her mind. She couldn't really see anything that complicated or dangerous and yet there was something foreboding and menacing about the letter and the upcoming meeting.
When the bell rang she quickly got up, went back, and taught her next class, and then, because of her nervousness, simply went over to the natatorium, which she knew would be vacant, and swam for the entire lunch hour, trying to relax herself, to prepare for the meeting. She had gotten out of the pool and cleansed herself, fixing her hair by the time she was due to go to the office.
She walked slowly, now somewhat more relaxed, across the campus toward the main building. As she walked she was aware that her heart was pounding.
Why? she kept asking herself.
Why? How could this be any different.
She simply had no answer. She walked into the building and up the stairs toward Jack Mandero's office.
She did not notice the unusual look on Secretary Tutweiler's face, but she was aware of the fact that she was ushered immediately to the door without waiting.
She became aware for the first time of Tutweiler as a person, noticing that she had an especially heavy, sensual mouth. She seemed about thirty-two. Her hips were slightly wide and she had an encouragingly voluptuous figure.
Tutweiler pushed the door open without knocking. The room was empty, much to Renee's surprise, and she turned to look at the secretary for an answer and noticed that Tutweiler had simply closed the door and was standing inside waiting.
Renee's suspicions were confirmed. She spun around to look at the room, again thinking maybe somebody was in there that she hadn't seen. Soft sunlight filtered through the windows. Somewhere music was filtering through the room, a softly quiet melodious symphony, gentle background music.
She turned back to the secretary. Tutweiler was smiling, but she did not move.
Renee heard a door open and turned toward the sound.
Jack Mandero walked into the room. He was naked and his cock was rigid. Suddenly Renee remembered where the curved cock came from. It was curved upward, almost touching his belly.
He walked directly toward her.
"Renee, welcome," Jack said, a smile on his face as though he were expecting her.
"Welcome," she said. "Welcome? You've got to be kidding. What's going on here?"
Her mind was a blur of confusion. Tutweiler was in the room. Mandero was not only naked but fully erect, totally unembarrassed in front of his secretary.
A piece of the puzzle fell into place, but it was only a piece and the other pieces still were scattered around in Renee's mind.
"I'm not going to fire you today, Renee," Jack said.
"I can see that," Renee said coldly.
"You're not going to fire me ever."
There was a threat in her voice and it came largely from her anger. She didn't like what was happening. The assumption on Jack's part that she would be ready to fuck again burned through her mind. Maybe he had a lesson coming.
"Don't be frightened," Jack said.
He sounded reassuring.
"And please don't be angry. I want you to sit down over here."
He reached out, took her hand and dumbly, almost in a state of shock, Renee simply walked to where he was pulling her and sat down in the chair. She was facing his desk. He walked around the desk, his cock bobbing in front of him, its rigidity holding it up toward his belly. But the movement of his walk caused it to bob downward and then upward, almost hitting his belly on the upward bounce, and Renee thought the sight looked funny.
She sat there watching him as he sat down calmly in his chair, leaned back, and began to stroke his cock. He was smiling at her.
How weird, Renee thought. How absolutely weird. Tutweiler was still standing by the door. There was a surprising calmness now in Renee.
Somehow this didn't seem dangerous or threatening. Somehow she identified completely the world of sex with the world of safety, but what the hell was going on? She decided to keep her mouth shut for the moment.
Jack looked toward the door he had just come in, and when he looked, Tina walked into the room.
"Tina," came from Renee, in surprise. "Hi, Renee," Tina said.
She was naked. She walked to the desk. It was as if Renee were watching a stage play. Tina seemed rehearsed. The desk was bare. Tina simply got on the desk and stretched out on her back, her knees up in the air, her crotch open. She said nothing more.
Then, before anything else could happen, Renee was aware of another figure coming through the door. She looked up directly into the eyes of Jack
Mandero's wife, who was also naked. She walked directly toward the desk, but as she did she looked at Renee.
"My name is Kitty, Renee. We've met, but I'm not sure you remember, at a few parties on campus, you know?"
Renee did remember, but had not remembered Kitty's name.
"Kitty, oh yes."
Renee's voice was vague, somewhat confused. The drama unfolding before her made no sense except for Tina's open crotch.
Without ceremony Kitty walked directly to the desk and leaned forward, her head coming down into Tina's crotch. She began to work her tongue around. Renee stood up.
"Wait a minute," she said. "What's going on?"
The room was silent.
"I'm leaving," Renee said, and she turned to go toward the door, then stopped in her tracks, absolutely astonished at the site of the naked Tutweiler standing in the same position she had been in only moments before fully clothed.
As Renee stared at Tutweiler, she heard ever so faintly the soft mewling sounds she remembered from the night before. It froze her. Somehow the combination of the crooked cock and the mewling sounds had meaning she didn't understand. She stood there staring at Tutweiler.
Then, as if trying to add a bizarre note, Tutweiler said sweetly to Renee.
"My name is Flo."
It registered in Renee's mind, but she couldn't speak. She was listening to the mewling sounds. Her back was to the room. She thought she heard movement but didn't turn around. Her mind focused intently on the elusive but definite sound she had heard the night before. She watched Tutweiler in amazement as the tall woman spread her legs and began to finger her crotch.
Tutweiler leaned back against the door and pushed her crotch outward, her fingers moving slowly and sensuously back and forth over her clitoral area.
Renee couldn't believe her eyes. It was sensuous. It was exciting. She was aware of a sudden moisture in her own crotch, but more importantly there was the puzzle to unravel.
She seemed to be staring at Tutweiler but her mind was in another part of the room. The sound continued. Finally Renee spun around and started to walk toward the desk to get closer to where the sound was coming from, and as she spun around she realized that the room was full of her gang.
While her back had been turned, the six guys had simply come into the room and were all spread around now standing, sitting, all with smiles on their faces, and when she saw the smiles suddenly a wave of relief swept over Renee.
These were her friends. Suddenly they added a dimension that was different than the dimension Jack Mandero and his wife had added, and Tutweiler, too, for that matter. These were relative strangers to her except for the intimacy she had shared with Mandero several days before.
She had not associated Tina in this brief drama she had been watching as a friend, but now the boys simply filled out the dimensions of everything and she relaxed.
She shook her head.
"You all want to know something," she said.
There was humor in her voice now.
"You all want to know something. I simply do not believe what I'm seeing. Can you get that through your heads. I do not believe this."
She sat down in the chair. Lance moved over and squatted down in front of her, taking her hands in his and looking into her eyes. There was humor and devilry written all over his face. She loved his face and felt comfortable with Lance. She recognized that as tough as he was, he was soft inside and caring. She looked at him lovingly.
"Coach," he said. His voice was low, almost with emotion.
, "Hey Coach, be cool. This is an okay situation."
She believed him but didn't completely understand, and so she said.
"Why don't you explain it to me so I can enjoy it."
He laughed out loud.
"You got a point, Coach. Well, I'll tell ya. You see what's happened here and what's been happening all week is that you've kind of been set up."
"Set up," she mimicked.
"Yeah, I guess that's the word. Set up. All of us you see set you up."
"Lance, would you mind explaining what you're talking about."
She kind of knew in her own mind. She was beginning to piece everything together but wanted it spelled out for her. Her crotch was beginning to seethe with passion.
Lance glanced toward Kitty.
"You see Kitty there. Remember last night? Well, little Kitty here has had a passion for you ever since you came to this school, and we had planned to have you come here today but Kitty couldn't wait. So last night we took advantage of you and Kitty got to suck you off. She claims, and I don't doubt her, that it was one of the high spots of her sexual life. Regardless, that was Kitty in your crotch last night."
It was like a giant hammer of logic had settled into Renee's life. When she had heard the whimpering sound earlier, she had of course suspected, and now it was out in the open. She laughed out loud.
"I still don't get the whole picture, Lance."
Jack Mandero, hearing this, stood up and walked around the desk, his curved cock bobbing obscenely from his belly. He walked directly up to her, alongside of her chair, next to her right arm.
"Renee, close your eyes and reach up and take ahold of my cock," he said.
Renee did that, and the instant she felt his cock, she realized she was feeling it from the same angle she had felt it in the middle of the night before. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Okay, I get that picture, but I need more of an explanation."
Jack knelt down, his face directly opposite hers.
In the background, Kitty's mewling could still be heard. She had not stopped eating out Tina, and now Tina's soft moans were joining in the sound.
Renee smiled to herself. The sounds seemed to harmonize with the background symphony.
"This is an all male school, right?" Jack said.
"Well, because it is and because we're not homosexuals, it's also adult school sexually. There isn't a hell of a lot swingers can do here."
"Swingers," Renee said.
"Yeah, swingers, we're all swingers."
"Now let me tell you quickly how this got going. See, Kitty and I have been swingers ever since we were married, and so when I got this job I found Tutweiler here, Flo, to be my secretary because she's a swinger, but there's nobody in this town to swing with so it was just the three of us. Kitty is the one who gets the credit for getting Lance and Bill and Ted and Ray and Jim and Larry into the group. She was going over their school records, helping me on paperwork, you know, when she discovered that they were here on probation. She did a little research both in their past histories and looking them over visually and discovered much to everyone's surprise that they were pretty sophisticated young men, especially in the sex area. Well, one thing led to another. Tina was introduced because she was Lance's girlfriend and we've had for over a month now a fairly interesting and fun sexual group. Then, and you have to give Lance credit for this, your name was mentioned. Maybe you would like to join. We couldn't come directly to you because we didn't know how you felt and so we set up a long and elaborate program to get you interested and that's the story."
He looked at her in open-faced honesty.
She stared back at him, letting all he had said soak in. As she looked at him she was aware that his cock was still curved upward as he knelt there like a baseball catcher, his arm out on the arm of her chair, and his cock was bobbing lewdly. It was like a hypnotist medallion and suddenly it struck her as so ludicrous that a great wave of warm humor flooded her and she began to laugh.
The room was naturally silent as she laughed. Then finally she stopped laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks now, and she said, "Jack Mandero, you have got to be the lewdest man I have ever known." She paused, looking at him. No one knew what she meant. Then she started laughing again and between her bursts of laughter reached out and touched his shoulder, looking into his face and said, "And I love it."
She paused a moment. Relief seemed to settle over the room. Then Renee, realizing that the situation was still slightly awkward, said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Would someone please help me off with my clothes?"
At those words Lance simply thrust himself forward, taking her shoulders in his giant masculine arms and hugged her.
"Coach, you're just beautiful," he said.
"You are one beautiful person."
Quickly he pulled her to her feet, still hugging her. Then he dropped his arms, smiling, and said, "Here, let me help you."
He began to take off her clothes.
Within seconds everyone was naked. Jack, because he was so close and so erect, was Renee's first target. She simply dropped to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth as she went down and began to suck.
Ted, his cock now hard, got up from the chair, moved in behind Kitty, and simply inserted into her open vagina as it thrust backward from her bending over position.
Bill went immediately to Flo, who was herself almost at the point of orgasm from her own fingertip.
His cock too was hard and he simply shoved it into her vagina as she pushed forward, anxious to receive it.
She raised her left leg and put it around his body, and with his massive strength he simply pushed her against the door and began fucking and kissing her simultaneously. Then, just as quickly, Bill laid backward on the carpet and pulled Tutweiler on top of him. Her thick heavy legs spread voluptuously as her cunt, now dripping and eager, sunk once again over his rigid upturned penis. She began grinding her hips wildly, searching for the orgasm that had momentarily escaped her.
Ray moved in behind her and encouraged her to lean forward. She did, her lips buried in Bill's lips, kissing and fucking him.
Ray dropped some spit onto his fingertips and worked it into Flo's anus. She groaned, searching wildly with her ass, wanting penetration there too.
Ray's cock was stiff and thick and he moved himself into position so that his cock was opposite the inviting, pouting anus of the sensual secretary. He pushed the knob against the sphincter muscles, felt them push back and then release and his knob slipped inside of her. Suddenly within minutes after having come into the room, Tutweiler had two cocks inside of her and was going mad with passion.
On the desk Tina also was cumming.
Lance and Jim, without female partners, had moved to either side of the desk and each had taken one of Tina's hands and put it on his cock so Tina lay there on her back cumming. Two engorged cocks stuck up toward her face from either side of the desk. Her hands moved, jerking them off.
The young men relaxed, enjoying.
Renee pushed. Jack on to his back toward the carpet, but before he hit the floor he had maneuvered his body so that he was sitting on the couch. He leaned back. His cock was sticking up in the air, wet from her mouth. She looked at it a moment, her hand stroking the thick bent length of it, loving it. Whether he was on the floor or on the couch made no difference to her. Her cunt was simply dripping and demanding a cock. She quickly eased herself up astraddle of him and sank down over the lovely curved penis and began fucking him slowly, deeply, her cunt simply craving for release.
Then, for some reason, she felt Jack move so he was lying on the couch. She shifted her body position to accommodate his new position and continued fucking. It was then as she was approaching orgasm that she felt the first vigorous and happy thrust of Lance's cock as it slipped up into her anal canal and begin to drive her crazy.