Freshman Orientation

Sunday - Later

In her room, Amy retrieved her tablet and consulted her schedule.  She had less than ten minutes until her first orientation class.  Quickly, she downloaded her schedule with its campus map into her wrist companion, re-stowed the tablet and set off.  A thin stream of students was making its way across the elevated walkway to the main building and then down to the ground floor.  She accessed her heads up display and her wrist companion guided her to her particular destination.

The first session consisted of a group of 10 girls.  The room designated for the meeting was furnished with tall stools – many more than required for this class.  The seats were well padded and the backs were low.  Amy mounted one, noting that her heels found a comfortable perch on the ring, and settled in.  A few low whirs indicated that some girls found it necessary to adjust the height of their rings.  Amy noted that the girls tended to select seats in a close cluster.  However, no one spoke.

A very tall Asian man entered the room wearing nothing – not even sandals.  His cock was large and half-hard.  He struck a pose facing the class with hands on hips as though to emphasize his genital appointments.

“Good afternoon, ladies.  Please get settled and we’ll start.”

The room remained quiet, so he continued with a slight smile.

The teacher was Mr. Yang.  He informed them that this session was being held simultaneously for all of their classmates.  Boys’ classes were being led by female counselors and girls’ classes by men.

“I’ll be your counselor for this first semester.  I’ll be meeting with – and fucking – each of you individually during this week.”  He paused and let his words sink in.  Amy felt a little thrill of apprehension.  “For the record, you are the members of Freshman sub-Cell Bf – ‘f’’ for ‘female.’  Together with the ten boys who are now meeting with Ms. Pushkin – who are Bm – you make up the full Cell B.”

“First, I want to meet each of you individually and I want each of you to introduce yourselves to each other.  But we’re going to do this the Farleigh way.  At Farleigh, a formal greeting is never a handshake or hug – it is what we call a CC.  Who’s read their handbook and knows why it’s called that?”

Amy knew but refrained from raising her hand.  A few hands went up.  Seeing that, Amy raised hers belatedly.

Mr. Yang looked straight at her.  “Ms. Withers, please tell us.”

She surmised his heads up display was showing him student ID data.

Amy cleared her throat.  “Um, CC stands for ‘cock and cunt,’” she managed.

Mr. Yang nodded.  “Although between two females it could mean “cunt and cunt” or it could stand for “cock and cock” when two guys are exchanging it.”

He looked back at her.  She felt apprehension.

“Since you’re a legacy student, why don’t you come up here and help me demonstrate it for the rest?”

Her body got to its feet automatically and walked to the front of the room to face him.  Her numb mind had no part in the proceedings.  He had her turn so that they were both sideways to the onlookers.

“All right, then.  ‘Pleased to meet you Ms. Withers,’” he said looking directly into her eyes.

“Uh, you, too, uh, Mr. Yang.”

He arched an eyebrow.  “The lady always initiates the contact,” he prompted.

“Oh.”  She looked down at her right hand still hanging at her side as though it should have known what to do.  Abruptly she raised it to waist level and then looked from it to his cock.

“Then you take the gentleman’s cock firmly in your hand.”

She complied.  His cock felt like it was well on its way rigidity.  She remembered the “firmly” part and tightened her grip slightly.

“Then the gentleman …” She watched his hand depart his side and move to her crotch. “… inserts his middle finger into the lady’s vagina up to the second joint.”  As Amy twitched with the sensation of his entry, he added, “With due regard for her comfort, of course.”

He paused a beat, still looking at her.

“Then the lady squeezes the gentleman’s finger with her vaginal muscles.”

Thus reminded, she quickly performed her kegal.  His expression relaxed and he inclined his head slightly in satisfaction.

“Finally, the gentleman gives his finger a wiggle or two, lady unclenches her vagina and both withdraw their hands.”

She promptly released his cock.  It remained where it was, his arousal undiminished.

“Very good, but let’s do it again for the class.  ‘Pleased to meet you, Ms. Withers.’”

This time she went through the motions precisely.  She was more authoritative with her pussy muscle clench and with her squeeze of his cock.  For his part, he added a double thrust of his finger before fully inserting it and then prolonged the withdrawal, arcing upward and catching her clit momentarily.  She twitched but suppressed her gasp.  She saw he was watching her reaction.

“All right.  Thank you Ms. Withers.  Please return to your place.”

As she was about to retake her seat, she heard him speak again.

“Ms. Weinstein?”

Amy turned to see him at the seat of the first girl in the row.  She was a short girl with thick, long raven black hair that puddled on her shoulders in an abundance of curls.  Her well-shaped, moderate-sized breasts stood nicely off her chest.  Solemn-faced, she dutifully nodded and then stood.  As Amy resumed her seat, she noted that the girl took a rather exaggerated spread-legged stance.

“Pleased to meet you, Ms. Weinstein.”

The girl took the cue and reached for the teacher’s cock.  Her eyes remained locked on his as his finger violated her.

“You can squeeze now.”

“Oh.”  Her face registered concentration as her eyes momentarily left his.

“Good.”

Mr. Yang retrieved his digit from her nether regions and took a step to the next chair.  The well-appointed blond occupant fairly bounced to her feet with an exuberant smile.

“Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Yang,” she drawled.  There was a hint of the gracious South in her speech.

Her hand was on his cock almost before he finished returning her greeting.  Her smile relaxed to a pleased look as her pussy received his finger.  Her body swayed slightly as she apparently applied pressure to the invader.

With his finger still engaged, Mr. Yang admonished her that one good squeeze was enough.  The smile faltered only slightly at his injunction.  He had to prompt her to break off.

As he stepped away, he addressed the class.  “Disengage promptly after the squeeze.  We’re not trying to achieve orgasm, just establish familiarity.”

The next girl, Ms. Shankar, was obviously of Asian Indian heritage.  She executed greeting with smooth politeness and garnered a “very nice.”

Once the remaining girls had had their turns, Mr. Yang retreated to the front of the room.  His fully erect cock bobbed with his movements.  He appeared not to notice his condition.  Amy did.  It was an impressive piece of artillery.

“Okay.  Everyone up, please.  We’re going to get acquainted.  Form two rows and everyone find a partner.”

After some shuffling … “All right, now face your partner… Now introduce yourself.”

Amy introduced herself to a streaked blond with coral pink lipstick and equally pink nipples who answered to George.  Amy assumed that was short for something.

“Okay, now touch.”

They all knew what was coming, so they reached immediately for each other’s pussies.  Amy winced.  George’s nails were long.  George noted that and apologized.  Their fingers found their way inside each other to the prescribed depth.  Without hesitation, Amy clenched her pussy.  Her partner registered surprise.

“Hey, you’re strong,” she murmured.  Amy noted that her own finger detected only slight pressure from the other girl’s contraction.

“My mom made me practice that a lot,” Amy offered, trying to mask her pride at her obvious superiority.

“Okay.  Okay.  Now everyone move to your right one space and introduce yourself to your next classmate.  The odd girl down at that end come up to this end.”

By turns Amy felt the pussies of Jet, Saree, Fran, Serena, Lisa, Indu, Tova and Elle and she had hers fingered as well.

“Good.” Their teacher pronounced as they completed the exercise.  “You’re going to get a lot of practice doing that the next few weeks, so concentrate on doing it well.”  He waited for them to resume their seats before he continued.  Amy noted that his cock had declined to half hard again.

“I should add that the CC is a formal greeting.  When you’re with your peers and, for instance, you’re saying ‘hi’ to a guy who has fucked you, a lot of times the kids choose to do a simple tongue touch.

“Okay enough of that.  This first get-together is to go over the rules of female etiquette, deportment and behavior.  Everything I’m going to tell you is contained in your student handbook.  As a matter of fact, probably 90% of what you’ll learn this week is in there to a greater or lesser extent.  The reason why we’re taking time to do this is to make sure that you understand the requirements, get to practice it and have an opportunity to ask questions.  Okay?”  He paused and let his eyes roam his audience. “Then let’s get started.”

He began with undress and grooming.  Normal presentation for girls during class time and most daytime activities is the regulation shoes, the personal wrist companion and the class necklace.  Girls may also wear earrings but no other jewelry or anything textile.  He noted that more latitude was granted to upper class girls, especially seniors.

“Girls are required to wear heeled shoes nearly all the time that you are in common areas on campus.  This includes while you are being fucked.  Obvious exceptions are while participating in athletic activities. Note that your regulation shoes should be adjusted to at least 50 millimeter heel height.  For social and official after hours’ gatherings, at least 80 mm heels are required.  Hundred mm are preferred.  If you go off campus for any reason, you’re expected to be turned out in high heels.  The idea of all these rules about shoes is that your appearance should always show a good, sleek line.  Later on this week you’ll be working on your posture and carriage.”

He next touched on general grooming, followed by piercings and tattoos.  These provoked scattered questions.  Apparently, teachers have wide discretion on deciding what’s acceptable. 

“Some of you ladies might find that the amount of make-up you’re using will draw some unfavorable attention,” Mr. Yang warned.

He used the ensuing pall to move onto another topic.

“All of you ladies must be on at least 6 month renewable birth control.  Most of you have elected 24 month regimes.  The five and ten year programs are unnecessary and may actually conflict with our sex program, so we don’t encourage their use.  Regardless, we track your birth control status conscientiously.  When your protection is getting near expiration we’ll be insisting on you’re getting an update.  We can be very persistent about reminding you about that.  Letting your birth control lapse can be grounds for dismissal – that’s how seriously we take it.  Once again, these regulations are different for upper class and senior girls, so don’t be misled by what you might hear from them.

“Then there’s your period.  Your records show that all of you are on the required quarterly periods, so this isn’t a big issue.  However, when you are in that condition, you’re required to contain the flow with the typical internal methods.  The bottom line is that there should be no display of menstrual blood and nothing should be used that would impede vaginal sex.  Our health services can help you if you need any assistance with this end of things.  Are there any questions along these lines?”

He broke the ensuing silence with a request for a show of hands of those who had engaged in sex when they had their period.  No hands went up.  Mr. Yang reacted to that with an affirmative nod.  He disclosed that few girls their age had, but he assured them that it was a skill they’d have to develop.  A lady must be prepared to engage in sex regardless of circumstances.

“You’ll notice that practically all of the seating on campus is the continuous cleaning type, so your vaginal secretions – of which you’ll have a lot – are absorbed, decomposed and deodorized.  That includes semen.  You’ll never have to be concerned about who sat there before you.”  Then he added with a knowing smile, “One of the side benefits is that the seats are always warm.”  Amy was aware that this type of seating was common in public places now that nudity was so prevalent in society in general.

“A few notes about acceptable language: ‘fuck’ is a verb or noun – never a modifier or expletive.  “Cunt” and “pussy” are terms for your sex organs – not a girl you disapprove of or a boy of effete habits.  We expect that all of you will express yourselves in a lady-like fashion and that our gentlemen will have due regard for how they express themselves.

“Oh, and one important bit of Farleigh precision: the only people that fuck are males – the penetrators.   Females are fucked – they receive the fucking.  Even when you are on top and controlling the act, at Farleigh, the male is always fucking you.”  He smiled.  “You’ll find that your teachers and fellow students will correct you if you use that verb inappropriately.

“Then there’s the matter of your roommate.  Most of you have probably not slept regularly with a male.  Here, you’ll never sleep without one.”  He paused to let that thought settle.  “Each of you has had a boy assigned as your bedmate for this week.  That assignment will be changed when orientation is over and you’ll have a new partner for the first quarter.  You’ll rotate partners each quarter of this academic year.  And, yes, they will be selected for you.  We make these selections based on the characteristics and needs of each individual.  You’ll be reassured to know that the faculty and administration devote a considerable amount of effort to these matches – assisted, of course, by considerable artificial intelligence.

“Back to that boy.  He is not there to keep your bed warm; he’s there to be your living partner, your social partner and to fuck you.  The idea is that you and he will establish an intense intimate relationship and then at the end of the week each of you will step out of that into another.  That will continue during your entire career here.  Coping with the cycle of relationships is part of the training at Farleigh.”

He looked around and then continued.  “For this orientation week, your bed mate is required to fuck you at least once per day, but we prefer that he does it twice.  By ‘fuck’ we mean just that: that he puts his cock into your cunt and works it until he cums inside you – of course, with your acquiescence and active participation.  He is also required to satisfy your needs in the process.  This is a difficult thing for a teenaged boy to accomplish, so he’s going to need your help.  That’s your job: to help your partner satisfy you.

“This is not to say that your bedmate will be your only sex partner in a given week or quarter – far from it.  You will be required and have the opportunity to be fucked by many boys.  For instance, some of the orientation exercises that you will participate in this week will include various sex acts with a variety of partners.  Also, during your free time you are encouraged to seek partners on your own.  These unstructured sex encounters can take any form that you and your partner agree on.”

Amy noted that her pussy was making its presence felt.  Her arousal was demanding attention, but she kept her hands firmly on her thighs.  She noted however, that the arms of the girl in front of her were engaged in the sort of subtle movements that might be associated with stroking herself.  She refrained from glancing to the sides.

“There’s also the matter of your teachers, counselors, coaches, activity directors administrators and staff.  You’ll have private get-acquainted sessions with each of your course teachers and your counselor right off the bat.  You’ll also have progress meetings during the quarter.  Where you are meeting with staff of the opposite sex, you’ll be expected to engage in sex with the staff member if he requests it.  Trust me, you’ll be fucked at each of your initial meetings.  There is nothing gratuitous about your teachers’ having sex with you.  How you respond to fucking with a person in authority is an important parameter in how we evaluate your progress and adaptation.

“All in all, we expect that each of you will engage in several acts of sexual intercourse each day.  There are people outside of Farleigh who criticize this place as being permissive and acquiescing when it comes to sex.  That’s wrong.  We don’t permit frequent and intense sexual activity, we require it.  The effective use of sex is the core of our message and the centerpiece of our program.”

Mr. Yang seemed to pause to collect his thoughts, then added:

“Oh, I should mention that some of you may find all this fucking uncomfortable at first – that it makes your pussy sore.  Our health services have instant remedies for that sort of thing.  They are accessible from each of your rooms, in rest rooms all over campus and numerous other places.  In other words, a sore pussy is no reason for failing to participate fully in sexual activities.”

He called for questions.  There were a few, but Amy’s mind was in a whirl.  This was really happening.  As many times as her mother and Jared had described the Farleigh environment, it was nothing like being here and confronting the situation.  She badly wanted a time-out to go off and reconsider all this.

Mr. Yang declared an end to the session and informed the group that they were going to move to another venue for the next activity – formal fucking instruction.  Amy rose with the rest of the group that was migrating out of the room in Mr. Yang’s wake.

“Well, here we go,” Jet, the Southern blond confection intoned with obvious anticipation.

“What happens here?” asked George of streaky hair and perky, pink-tipped boobs.

“Why, girl, yo’ gonna get fucked,” replied Serena, a mocha-complected girl of obvious African ancestry and attention-getting appointments.  Her thick Ebonics accent melted away as she continued merrily, “Our first Farleigh fuck.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jet interjected.  “I met my bedmate and his cock and my pussy already got acquainted.”

“That was quick,” Elle observed.  “Is that some kind of record?”

“I doubt it,” Saree contributed.  Her dark hair framed sparkling eyes and what could be taken as Arabic features.  Her slim build and exquisite posture gave her a statuesque look as her well-proportioned beasts swayed with her measured strides.  “I got here at 900 this morning and saw a girl sitting on a guy’s lap riding his cock on a bench outside the hall.  That’s got to be the first fuck of the week.”

The Asian Indian girl, Indu’s smile was wry as she shook her head in disbelief.  She was also slim but with dark skin and probably the smallest tits in the group.  Her heavy lidded eyes and full face gave her a classic ethnic look.

“I don’t believe I’m here.  This is all too crazy.”

“What?  You have a problem with fucking?” Jet demanded.

“No, I like fucking, but up ‘til now it’s been a nice thing I do with a boy when I’m in the mood.  This seems too programmed, like … well, fucking with no feeling.”

“Feeling?” Serena chimed in.  “It feels sooo good … well, when it’s done right.”

“No, I mean …”

“Okay, inside ladies.  Cut the chatter, please.”

Mr. Yang had thumbed the pad of door to the room that was apparently their destination and was now standing beside the open portal.  Amy joined the file into the room, unsuccessfully trying to avoid a peripheral glance at the counselor’s cock.  Her stomach was hosting some small butterflies.

Once inside, the girls clustered together and surveyed the room.  There were gym-style mats on the floor of the otherwise empty room.  Beside each one stood a boy.  If there was any doubt who they were, their orange-and-white necklaces answered that question.  About half of them were showing distinct arousal by the state of their cocks.  Amy decided the flaccid ones were the nervous guys.  She empathized with them.

Standing in the front of the room was a tall blond naked woman with short hair.  Her body was well developed in an athletic sort of way.  Her breasts stood firmly (defiantly?) out from her chest as she rested her hands expectantly on her hips.  Her legs stood wide apart while she cast an appraising gaze over the group of girls.  Amy noted that the woman’s pubis was unusually prominent.  It somehow seemed to affirm the air of authority about her.

When Mr. Yang joined her and they had exchanged recognition smiles, she spoke.

“Good afternoon, ladies.  I’m Ms. Pushkin, the counselor for Cell Bm, the boy half of your group.  This is our first joint exercise, so it’s time to get acquainted.  I’d like to ask Mr. Yang to lead you through greeting your male cell mates.”

“Ladies, please form a single line behind me.”

With that, they began snaking among the mats introducing themselves to each of their attendants.  Mr. Yang introduced himself and exchanged cock grasps with each of the nervous boys.  As he moved on, Jet confronted the boy he had just parted from.

Amy noticed that the boys were all barefoot – and therefore completely nude – while the girls remained shod. 

Amy introduced herself to Ty, a rather diminutive curly-haired blond boy with a relaxed cock lying over his contracted balls.  She took his cock in what she hoped was a reassuring grip.  His finger fumbled trying to find her opening.  She decided to help.  Gently touching his hand she guided him into her.  She offered a slight smile as she firmly clenched her vaginal muscles.  Ty looked relieved as he felt her pressure.  His face flinched in what may have been an attempt at a smile of gratitude.

As the tenth boy’s finger slipped from her pussy, Amy turned to follow the girl in front of her and saw her in the process of inserting her finger into Ms. Pushkin’s cunt.  Ms. Pushkin was returning the favor.  Her apprehension that had diminished somewhat, spiked again.  She was anxious to get this right.

As it turned out, she did.  She clenched the woman’s finger with what she hoped was authority as she looked up into the woman’s bright blue eyes.  Ms. Pushkin’s return contraction was stronger, despite her unusually wet cunt.  Standing in front of the woman, Amy realized that she was not only well-muscled, but also taller than she originally thought.  Even allowing for the high heels she was wearing, Amy surmised that her stature made her a good match for Mr. Yang.

As the girls finished their circuit, they gathered around Mr. Yang in the front of the room.  Some hugged their tits as they surveyed the room of boys.  More of the boys were displaying half-hard and fully erect cocks.  Amy thought vaguely that she‘d prefer not to take on the challenge of arousing a nervous boy for this exercise.  She hoped she wouldn’t be assigned one of those.

“All right, everyone.  Let’s get started.  Ladies, I’d like each of you to go and choose a gentleman partner.”  Ms. Pushkin was back in control.

Amy was relieved.  She was one of the first to move.  Picking the nearest hard cock, she presented herself to the boy she remembered as Rashid.  He was about average height with sharp black eyes and a straight nose.  He smiled brightly as she stepped onto his mat.

“Mind if I partner with you?” Amy asked despite his obvious approval.

“Yes … I mean, no … I mean I’m glad to be your partner,” he stammered.  His rigid cock was pointing unerringly at her belly.  It occurred to her that it seemed kind of skinny.  She concluded that she’d be able to accommodate him with no difficulty.

“Once you have a partner, both of you please have a seat on your mat and face front,” Ms. Pushkin continued.

Amy and Rashid complied promptly.  She immediately assumed a cross-legged pose.  He glanced at her and then did the same.  Side by side they stole furtive glances at each other anticipating what was to come.

Eventually the room settled into a sea of paired heads.  The two counselors surveyed the scene and then nodded to each other.  The woman stepped to a notebook size slab of plastic was mounted on a metallic pole supported by three wheeled legs.  She touched the tablet with her finger tips in a few places.  The light in the room dimmed and then a full sized 3D display materialized behind her.  It was a recorded hologram of a naked, dark-skinned man and a white woman naked except for her shoes.  The images were larger than life.  They stood still, side-by-side facing the audience of students.  Amy decided that the subjects were actually only a little older than she herself.

“Now this first exercise …” Suddenly Ms. Pushkin’s larger than life live image was projected in front of the two immobile subjects as her amplified voice seemed to emanate from the empty surroundings as though she were standing next to each participant “… is to teach you what is referred to as the Farleigh Formal Fuck.  It is a method and procedure for vaginal sex that is the standard for the school.  Its purpose is to eliminate any guesswork when two people are engaging in sex for the first time.  It is expected that each of you will become proficient in this procedure and make it second nature.  From now on, whenever you have sex with someone on campus, this is the method that you will use unless you and your partner agree to something else.  If your partner declines your request for some other form of sex, you must accede to their wishes and use the formal method.  I hope that’s clear.

“Mind you, during the time you’re studying here at Farleigh, you’ll learn a lot of sexual techniques.  Our graduates are proficient and knowledgeable in all aspects of hetero-sexual theory and practice.  But like any other field of study, you have to start with the fundamentals.  And that’s what we’re about now.”

The counselor’s image vanished, but her voice continued to surround the audience.

“Please give your attention to the holo.”

With that, the couple came alive.  The subjects turned and faced each other as a female voice began to narrate.  By the time the recording had ended, the young audience had witnessed the life-like couple executing a fuck, seemingly levitating perhaps a meter or so off the floor. 

It began with their stimulating each other through foreplay that the narrative said could be “unstructured” and “free form.”  Sufficiently aroused, the flushed female lay on her back and opened her legs while her partner knelt between them.  The narrative declared that male superior/female inferior positioning was the essence of the formal fuck.  With his partner’s guidance, the male inserted his penis into her cunt and stroked to complete his entry.  Once accomplished, the couple obeyed the narrator as the male bent to exchange a protracted tongue kiss with his partner.  The narrator stated the pause for the kiss allowed the parties to get comfortable in their coupling and prepare for the next stage. 

As the male raised his head and prepared to fuck, the female raised her legs to enfold her partner’s lower body.  The narrator called the audience’s attention to the fact that the female’s shoes remained on her feet.  As the male began his first long, slow strokes, his partner pumped her legs, alternately pulling him into her and allowing him to withdraw.  After a few strokes, one of the girl’s hands disappeared between her legs.  The view of the recording abruptly shifted to a sightline that could be the girl’s viewpoint looking down between her legs.  Her hand lightly touched his partner’s half-inserted cock.  As the view returned to side view, the boy paused to readjust his hand and knee positions, apparently in response to signals from the girl.  The narrator explained that the female will adjust the male’s angle of stroke to engage her clit and sensitive parts.  The fucking resumed and gradually speeded up.  The female’s body rocked and her breasts undulated with her partner’s thrusts. 

There was an obvious pause and then discontinuity in the action.  The narration explained that the recording was being truncated in the interest of time.  When the action resumed, the girl was visibly flushed.  Her face was turned aside from her partner toward the audience with eyes closed and mouth opened.  The sound from the recording was of the girl’s tortured gasps and squeals.  Her nearest arm lay spread with her fingers loosely curled on the invisible (bed?) surface that supported them.  The other hand was raised, apparently touching her partner’s rib cage.  Doubt about her hand’s position was dispelled quickly as the view revolved around the couple showing them from all angles.  The view lingered on a shot between the male’s legs, showing his tight balls tucked up under his slick cock, which was thrusting in and out of his partner’s enfolding pussy.

The girl began to thrash, losing rhythm with her partner’s thrusts.  The boy persisted, hammering her pussy with increased energy.  In what seemed like a spasm she suddenly seized him by the shoulders and pulled her legs in tightly, forcing him into her to his maximum length.  As she held her partner stationary, she shuddered, bucked and screamed.  As soon as he could, the boy resumed his vigorous assault.  The narrator observed that the female orgasm was a prime objective of the formal fuck.  It was both partners’ responsibility to bring this about.

The girl was only partially cooperative with her partner’s continued fucking.  Her legs pumped only sporadically.  Both arms lay splayed on the bed.  Her head was once again turned to the side, eyes closed, mouth open.

There was another discontinuity of lost time.  The girl was once more vigorously engaged, facing her partner with her eyes wide open.  It was the male’s turn to lose rhythm.  He hitched, made a failed attempt at a thrust and then with a shudder he plunged into his partner.  With a cry, he began to deliver his seed into his partner’s body.  The narrator noted that the semen is always injected into the cunt.  Depositing it outside of the woman’s body was not permitted by the Formal Fuck.

As the male’s orgasm subsided, he slumped onto his partner’s body.  As he gasped and his partner stroked his back, the narrator specified that the partners remain coupled until the male is too soft to remain in the female.  When he perceives that he is no longer viable, he signals this to his partner by exchanging tongue touches with her.  The figures in the recording performed that ritual as though prompted.

“Thank you, Jorge.  That was wonderful,” the girl in the holograph said to her partner.

“You’re welcome, Susan.  I enjoyed your cunt very much.”

“Partners must thank each other for the experience.  The female takes the lead in this exchange,” the narrator informed.

With that, the boy pulled away from the girl, first gaining his knees and then his feet.  As he reached out to help the girl to her feet, the recording froze.  The images disappeared a second later.

“That is the formula for the Formal Fuck, ladies and gentlemen.”  Ms. Pushkin’s voice brought the mesmerized audience back to the present.  “Are there any questions?”

Amy noticed that her own hand had stolen between her legs where it was mildly teasing her clit.  She quickly retrieved the errant hand and glanced sidelong to see if her mat-mate had noticed.  Apparently her secret was safe.  He was staring at the space formally occupied by the 3D images while absent-mindedly stroking his rigid cock.  At the moment, he seemed oblivious of her.

Ms. Pushkin’s voice filled the ensuing silence.

“Well, if there are no questions, it’s time for everyone to try it.  Please start whenever you’re ready.  Mr. Yang and I will be walking around to see how you’re all doing.  Okay, have fun!”

Amy and Rashid turned toward each other hesitantly.  Her partner took a deep breath but made no move.  Amy took her breath and then reached slowly for his cock.  His eyes followed the progress of her hand until it landed.  Then he leaned forward.

She closed her hand on his shaft as their lips met.  Her mouth received the first tentative thrust of his tongue while one of her breasts entertained his hand.  At that point her brain retreated from participation.  Her instincts were in charge.

When the kiss broke, her partner got to his knees and leaned further into her, reaching for her torso with both hands.  She unfolded her legs and set her feet on either side of him as she relinquished his cock and leaned back with her arms for props.  The next kiss was more insistent.  His hands took turns exploring her front.  At one point she writhed from the sensation of having her nipples massaged, at another she twitched as his finger tips traced down her ribs.

At the end of that kiss, she looked into his half-closed eyes for only a moment before lying back on the mat.  He followed her, but avoided contact by reclining on his side.  Supporting himself on one elbow he at last reached between her legs.  Eschewing her pussy for the moment, his fingertips stroked her inner thighs.  She reacted by trying to spread her legs more.  Only the outboard leg had room to move.

Her hand found his cock again as his finger tips orbited her pussy lips.  His cock was freely drooling.  She gave it a gentle tug, hoping to convey how urgently she wanted him to stop playing and take her.  He ignored the message.

His hand cupped her vulva as he leaned over her to trace her neck with his lips.  She held still, expectantly hoping that he would finger her cunt.  Instead his lips traveled over her chest teased her nipples and tracked down to her navel.  Her body twitched repeatedly with a tickle reflex. She lost track of his cock again as his body curled over her, drawing it out of her reach.  At last as his mouth approached her mons, that damned hand finally started to move again.  Fortunately, it didn’t waste any more time.

She gasped her gratitude as his finger found its way inside her.  It explored her inner surfaces before finding that spot.  When she bucked in response to his discovery, she found her movement restricted by his head.  His lips and then his tongue had crept up on her clit undetected while she was following the progress of his finger.   In a moment she was squirming, gasping and whimpering as all her sensitive areas came under simultaneous assault.  

Her first orgasm caused a fit of shudders.  With her eyes firmly closed and her mouth conducting her ragged breathing, only the sense of feel was functioning – and it was working overtime.  When her second orgasm overlapped the first, the scream she tried turned into a breathy squeak.  Surprised by the rapid-fire climaxes, she became irrationally apprehensive.  On some primal level she registered fear that this experience was killing her.

The second spike had barely subsided when she realized that his mouth was no longer on her clit.  She ventured as far as opening her eyes.  In fact he was kneeling between her legs, leaning over her with his – yes, at last – his cock in his hand.  His very talented finger held her open momentarily as that blessed cock head gained entrance.  She looped her legs behind his ass despite the encumbrance of her shoes (Oh, yeah, them.) and used her feet to try to pull him into her.

He planted his arms while he ignored her attempts to hurry his violation.  Repeated, measured strokes gradually delivered the root of his cock into contact with her pussy lips, heightening her anticipation as he did so.  Ascertaining that he was fully inside her, he ground his crotch against hers for a moment and then lowered his head for the obligatory tongue touch. While that ensued, she ground insistently against his cock with her pelvis.

Pulling up, he began to fuck her – long and slowly at first.  For a few moments she was lost in the wonder of feeling him repeatedly spreading her and then withdrawing from her.  Gradually, however, she realized he was not engaging her sensitive spots well enough.  She reached for him to try to coax him into another position, when suddenly she began receiving wonderful sensory input from all her pleasure points.  Her hands stopped, hovering in the air for a moment before they dropped to her sides to claw at the mat.  He had apparently anticipated her need and fulfilled it without her intervention.  Now she was once again ascending her orgasmic spiral.

When her next climax broke, she arched her back sharply to drive her cunt against him.  He obliged and met her thrust with one of his own.  Her spasming pussy muscles wrung the root of his cock as her body shuddered.  The only thing she needed in that moment was as much of this boy inside her as possible.

When the waves of intense pleasure began to subside, she felt him resume pounding her pussy.  Instinctively, she knew she should be cooperating with his efforts, but she seemed to lack the coordination and the stamina to do so.  Moments later, his thrusting faltered and he drove deeply into her.  She knew all she could offer him at this point was a receptacle for his semen, so she arched her back belatedly to maximize his penetration and held that pose while he gasped and shuddered through his climax.

When he was spent, he settled down on her.  She in turn relaxed, allowing herself to be pressed to the mat.  Her arms encircled his torso as her legs descended from their raised attitude.  Her eyes fluttered, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.  It slowly dawned on her that she had survived.  The intense ecstasy had not proved fatal.

At length, her partner rose up and offered another tongue kiss.  Knowing what this meant, she tightened her vaginal muscles experimentally.  Sadly, he had softened to the point of no return.  A moment later he was out of her and lying along side.

As the daze of her passion cleared, her brain reported back to work.  It started by reviewing events that transpired during its absence.  It drew a conclusion.  A thought formed that she managed to vocalize amongst her still gasping breaths.

“That … that was amazing.  You … you’re good at this.”

Rashid’s grin was modest.

“I have a pair of older twin sisters.  They spent a lot of time showing me what girls like.”

“Thank them for me.  And thank you, Rashid.  I really enjoyed having you inside me.”

“And thank you for the use of your excellent pussy.  I enjoyed it very much.”

It occurred to her that Rashid tended to be rather formal.  She wondered …

“All done here?”

Mr. Yang was standing over them.  He had assumed his signature hands-on-hips-cock-at- half-mast pose.  His cock was prominent in her field of view.  He was smiling approvingly.  Then he took a knee next to them and continued in a low tone, so as not to distract those around them.

“Nicely done, Mr. Ahmed.  I see we’re going to have difficulty showing you anything new.”

“I’m sure that’s not the case, sir.  I still have a lot to learn.”  But his shy smile was obviously pleased.

“You did well, too, Ms. Withers.  Nice job, both of you.  Now relax until everyone finishes.”

As he stood and walked away, Amy raised herself on her elbows and took a look around.  Most couples seemed to be finished and were stirring around on their mats. 

On the mat to her right, however, she recognized Saree under an Asian-looking boy.  He was closed-eyed and open-mouthed while pounding her rapidly.  The girl herself was lying back with her arms resting on the mat in a curled attitude surrounding her head.  Her legs were wrapped around her partner, but that was her only sign of engagement.  Her eyes were wide open and her face expressionless as she watched her partner strive.

A moment later, he ceased his efforts and gave a grunt as he pressed against her.  Saree tightened her legs and tilted her pelvis to aid his penetration.  It occurred to Amy that this was strictly a practical move on her part to be sure that her partner’s emission was delivered as deeply as possible to minimize the post coital mess.  On balance, Saree did not seem to be enjoying the experience.

As Saree dealt with her partner, Amy looked around the room again and then at Rashid.  He had sat up and was likewise taking in the sights.  Their gazes drifted together.

“Looks like it’s pretty well over,” he offered by way of conversation.

Amy sat up and glanced to one side and then the other and then nodded.

“I guess so.”

An awkward silence set in between them.  Indeed, the whole room seemed quiet.  For herself, Amy was increasingly uncomfortable.  The feeling that gradually dominated her was the desire to be away from this boy with whom she had just shared her body and whose sperm was swimming inside her.

“All right.  It looks like everybody’s done.  Let’s have your attention up here again.”

Amy’s eyes avoided Rahsid’s as they swiveled around to confront the larger-than-life holo of Ms. Pushkin once again.

“What all of you just experienced was quick sex with a stranger.  I know that a lot of you are feeling self-conscious and even embarrassed right now.  I’m not going to try to engage you in discussion about your feelings at this point, but I want all of you to think about what happened and why you feel the way you do.  You should not try to shut this off and lock it away.  Something important happened here that you need to deal with it.”

She paused and then smiled.

“And to make sure that you deal with it, it will be one of the topics that we’ll discuss in the Cell sessions tomorrow morning.”  After another pause she added, “Any questions?”

She didn’t allow the silence to persist.

“All right.  We’re a little over our time.  You have a free period before you have to be back in your dorm.  You’re expected to meet and interact with your bedmate.  We recommend that you fuck your bedmate if you haven’t already.  To give you a little incentive, what you learn about your mate will also be a topic for tomorrow morning- and your daily journal.  One last thing: Pay close attention to your schedules.  Tardiness is frowned upon.  You’re dismissed.”

With that, Ms. Pushkin’s image vanished.  The assembly began to stir almost at once.  Amy got to her feet promptly.  She looked quickly at her recent fuck partner but avoided his eyes.

“’Bye, now.  Uh ..thanks,” was all she could manage before turning quickly away.  She heard, “Yeah, you too,” as she walked briskly from the scene.  She hoped she wouldn’t encounter him again too soon.

As she emerged from the room she found herself walking abreast of the statuesque Saree.  The other girl glanced quickly at Amy, showed recognition and said, “I think it’s this way.”

That sounded like an invitation, so Amy followed her new companion up the corridor trailed by a few other girls.  They streamed into the restroom and made for the bidets. 

Although the toilets had stalls, the bidets were in the open like the urinals in this unisex facility.  Saree commandeered one, mounted it and began adjusting and testing the water temperature.  Amy mimicked her, sliding her pussy into the flowing stream as soon as she determined conditions were acceptable.  They rode the refreshing streams to an agreeable level of cleanliness before relinquishing the bidets to the next pair of users.

“Dare I ask how your fuck went?” Amy asked a few minutes later as the two walked side-by-side across the enclosed skywalk to the Freshman dorm building.  It was her attempt to break the moody silence that her companion had maintained since entering the “hyg.”

Saree shot her a quizzical look but then her face settled into a wry smile.

“If all sex was that bad, I’d become the world’s only Muslim nun,” she observed with returning humor.  “Actually, it wasn’t that bad – more like disappointing.  The poor guy was just nervous… well, that and inexperienced.”

“What happened?”

“Well, we started with the foreplay but he shot his wad just as we were about to couple up.  He was all embarrassed and apologetic, but I was hot and wanted some cock – plus we were going to flunk the exercise.  I soothed him and tried to get him to focus. Then I went down on him and sucked him into a hard-on.  He did have great recovery.  I let him handle the fuck, but he was clueless about getting a girl off.  Bottom line is that he got over twice but I didn’t get close.”

Saree looked sidelong at Amy.

“I guess you did better?”

“Uh, yeah.  Mine was better,” Amy admitted, unable to suppress a shy smile.

“I had my eye on your guy, but you beat me to him.”

“Sorry.”

“No need.  On second thought, I probably shouldn’t have done him.  We’re both Muslims so if we fucked that might be a sin of fornication.”

Amy was about to ask what she meant but Saree favored her with a mischievous smile as they mounted the escalator.

“Time for more fucking,” she observed with affected casualness.  Amy felt a twinge of anticipation in her belly as well.  “I’m on the fourth floor.  Where are you?”

“The third,” Amy replied.  “Have you met your roommate yet?”

“For about 30 seconds.  He looked really good.  He’s blonde.  I like blonde guys.”  Saree’s smile took on a dreamy quality.  “My first fuck was a blonde guy.”

Without Amy’s prompting she continued.  “He was 16 and I was 13.  Our middle school and high school were connected, so we got to check out the older guys.  I saw Sam and decided he was going to be my first.  My tits were sprouting nicely by that time, so I started going topless.  Once I had his attention, I chatted him up every chance I got.  He held up his end of the conversation pretty well even though he couldn’t keep his eyes off my chest.

“Anyway, he invited me back to his house after school one day.  Of course, I went.  He took me right to his room striped me and fucked me.  I was kind of nervous and it hurt a bit when he broke me, but it was still fun.  We had something to drink and talked for a while and then he wanted to do it again.  We did and it was great.  I got over and everything. 

“After that, we did it every chance we got until my dad put his foot down.  He said I was being ‘way to monogamous for a 13 year old.  I guess he was right, but I never had as much fun with anybody else as when Sam fucked me.  God! I think I’m getting wet again.”  She laid a hand over her mons for emphasis, but didn’t probe.

“Well, here we are,” Saree observed as they entered the foyer.  She turned toward Amy, pointing those excellent boobs at her.  It crossed Amy’s mind that although the other girl’s skin tone wasn’t even a shade darker than her own, Saree’s “pink parts” – like her areoles and lips – were more brown than pink.  That tended give her a more exotic, alluring appearance.  Amy was vaguely jealous.

Saree seemed oblivious to Amy’s appraisal as they stood on the third floor landing.

“Sorry I was so talky.  I’m usually not like that.”

“’S all right,” Amy murmured as she made a few tentative steps to go.  “I was interested in your story.  Catch you later.”

“I’ll want to hear your story sometime,” Saree called after her.

Marvin was already in their room.  He looked up from the display screen in the wall as she crossed the threshold.  He broke into a smile as he got up and crossed the space between them.  It was that nice smile from Mr. Hanley’s head shot.

His hand extended as he approached her.  As she noticed his wrist turning upward she remembered and reached for his cock.

“Nice to meet you, Amy,” he said as she felt his finger open her.

“Nice to meet you, too.” Amy found it easy to return his smile.  She liked the way his blue eyes squinted merrily.  He was slim with reasonable muscle definition.   Best of all, he was taller than she. His cock was still pliable and it had a nice heft to it.  She expressed her satisfaction with the proceedings by applying a slow, steady squeeze to his finger with her cunt muscles.  This guy was going to fuck her and she was very okay with the idea.

As he withdrew his finger, he paused to stroke her outer pussy lips.  His cock was a lot less pliable when she let go of it.

“I read your profile,” was the next thing he said.  “I see you’re kind of Farleigh royalty.”

“Well, that doesn’t keep me from being nervous about all this.  I, uh, didn’t get a chance to read your profile.”

“No problem. We’ll just get acquainted the old fashioned way.”

He took her hand as he backed toward the bed with obvious intent.  His nearly-hard cock swayed with his movements.  She followed his lead.

“Uh, do you mind if I take my shoes off?” she asked.  She wasn’t sure if he wanted to enforce the Formal Fuck rules.

“Sure.  That’s fine.”

He took a seat on the foot of the bed and then scooted up to the head, never taking his eyes off her as she discarded her foot ware.  Arranging himself with a pillow in a half-reclining position, he watched her crawl up the bed toward him.

“I thought we ought to talk a little bit first.  Is that okay with you?” he asked.

“Uh, sure.”  She was looking at his vertical cock instead of his eyes at this point.  It looked a little fatter than Rashid’s but still of no concern.  Deducing what he had in mind, she knelt upright straddling his hips.  Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she looked at his face while she tried to decide on the next move.  He had a helpful suggestion.

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on it and then we’ll talk.”

“Okay.”

She managed to sound more matter-of-fact than she felt as her gaze returned to the head of his cock.  Grabbing it in mid shaft, she positioned her pussy over it.  After teasing her lips apart with the moist head, she began to lower herself onto him.  Her assessment was confirmed: the girth of his cock was not presenting any comfort problems.  As a matter of fact, the pressure she felt on her vaginal walls was just right.  As more and more of him disappeared into her, she felt her excitement rising.

When their crotches met, she raised her head to face him with a triumphant smile.  His smile was a little tight.  Apparently, he wasn’t as cool and unfazed about the act of coupling as he tried to convey.  That made her smug.

“So, you were saying…?” she prompted.

He took a long breath to steady his breathing and then began to talk.

He lived with his parents. Yes, his natural parents were still together.  And the younger sister that shared their lives was also a product of the same union.  Amy was impressed. Her older sibling, Jared, was only her half brother. That arrangement was typical of most kids she knew who had live-in siblings.

Were his parents monogamous?  Not completely.  They sometimes swapped when they vacationed in a resort that encouraged that sort of thing.  There were other circumstances when they fucked with others, but all their joint liaisons had the characteristic that the other couples were strangers that his parents were unlikely to see again.

She nearly forgot that Marvin’s cock was inside her as he related that he played basketball and volley ball – the latter was her sport.  They got to talking shop about experiences on the court.  In the ensuing relaxed atmosphere, they joked and laughed in complete comfort.

Then as she jerked her body to illustrate the punch line of an incident, the move caused her to put twisting pressure on his balls as she turned.  The sensation it imparted caused him to draw a sharp breath as his eyes widened.  She came back to center at once and was contrite.

“I’m sorry.  Did that hurt?”

“Not really.  I kind of expected it might.  It was just anticipation.”  He undertook a small smile of embarrassment and added, “We guys tend to be babies about our balls.”

She appreciated his self-effacing demeanor.  It was then that she realized that she really liked this guy.  That reminded her that his cock was comfortably buried in her.  That thought in turn aroused a desire to complete this fuck.  She let the conversation die.

Sitting up straight, she adopted a serious demeanor as she looked him in the eye.

“Would you like me to get you off now?” she asked politely.

“Uh, yeah … Yes, I would.”  He mimicked her sudden formality.

With that she leaned forward to begin riding his cock.  Her hands found resting places on his shoulders as they continued to hold each other’s eyes. 

She noted that while they talked, her lubrication had continued to flow.  Now she was exceptionally slick.  The ease with which she moved on him was exhilarating.  Confidently, she pumped on his cock with quick strokes.  The bobbing of her tits caught the attention of her partner, who appropriated one in each hand.

Her sensitive spots reported in as she added wriggles to her pumps.  Her panting had become quite labored by the time she was compelled to pause while a medium orgasm coursed through her body.  Anxious to make a good showing in her first fuck with her new partner, she reestablished her thrusting before her pleasure had totally passed.  Through half-opened eyes, she could tell that the punishment her pussy was wrecking on his cock was bringing him up rapidly.  He was almost there.  She wanted him to come; to show him she could please him.  Faster.  Make him come.  Come.  Come.

His eyes squeezed shut and his face contorted as he grabbed her waist and pulled her down on him.  He thrust repeatedly from the hips as he gave up his semen.  She held still and worked her pussy muscles.  That’s it.  Give it up, boy.  Give me all of it.

His exertions subsided and he slumped back on the pillows.  She took longer gasps as she watched him recover.  Keeping her crotch firmly pressed down on his, she felt their mingled fluids escaping her.  They were making a God-awful mess she concluded. 

When his reopened eyes located her, he wasted no time slipping a hand behind her neck to draw their faces together.  Their lips touched only momentarily as their tongues intertwined.  They took their time enjoying the contact.

She took his relaxed grip as a signal to sit back.  She smiled self-consciously as her hands went to work gathering her hair away from her face.  His smile notwithstanding, he was watching her intently.

“That was very nice,” she volunteered, then added, “I hope you liked it.”

Where did that come from?  Was that lame or what?

His expression didn’t change. 

“You bet I liked it.  Your cunt felt unbelievable.” 

He seemed sincere.  Suddenly, she felt good again.

Amy ate prodigiously when they assembled in the cafeteria for dinner.  Surprised at her own rapaciousness, she blamed it on the sex.

Her table was composed entirely of the inhabitants of her dorm floor.  People tended to sit with their roommates.  The mood was convivial, if not giddy.  It was obvious to Amy that Marvin was the catalyst for the “party” as she regarded it.

When they were cleaning up from their sex in the hyg, he offered self-introductions to people he didn’t know and facilitated introductions of Amy to people he already knew.  With Amy at his side, he took his campaign swing out into the hall, rallying the denizens of their floor.  Everyone seemed to join in with funny first day stories, ribald observations and raucous laughter.

Eventually her pied piper made the observation that it was getting on toward suppertime and asked no one in particular if they were hungry.  As they took the escalator and connector to the main building, Marvin slipped an arm around Amy’s waist.  If possible, she was more thrilled than ever to be with this guy.

“You roommate is quite a crowd pleaser,” Elle observed as the group broke into smaller klatches to hang out after dinner.  Elle turned out to be a floor mate as well as cellmate.  Amy had also recognized two boys, Brad and Scott, from her cell on the floor.  All were with non-cell partners as she was.

Amy tore her eyes off “her” guy to give the other girl her attention.  Her smile didn’t falter.

“Tell me about it.  Isn’t he great?”

“I think we’ve got our class president,” Elle agreed and then got serious.  “How does he fuck?”

Amy thought about her answer.  Actually, she’d ridden him.  He just offered encouragement.  Elle just nodded when apprised of the experience.

“Just curious how a super extrovert like him performs when he doesn’t have an audience,” she replied with a toss of her head in Marvin’s direction.

Amy experienced some pause, but shook it off quickly.  She asked Elle to evaluate her partner.  The other girl was more than happy to share.  She was in the midst of a summary comparison of her roommate, Trevor, and her formal fuck partner, Luis, when she was distracted by her wrist companion.  Simultaneously, Amy’s vibrated.  Amy was the first to give her companion the “speak” command.  It informed her that she had a dorm meeting in 10 minutes.

Marvin disengaged from his companions and claimed Amy’s hand as the crowd began to collect and move in the direction of the freshman dorm link.  He asked her if she was ready for more “fun.”   

“Uh, why?  What’s going to happen here?”

He grinned smugly.

“I did a deep dive on the schedule to see what was on for this meeting.  It should be interesting,” he concluded mysteriously.

“Let me guess.  More fucking.”

“We have a winner!” he exclaimed theatrically.  “Tell the little lady what she’s won.  Well, Marv,” he answered himself while dropping his voice into a lower register as though he were the off-stage game show announcer.  “She wins a nice hard cock and a generous supply of cum.”

Judging from the tittering around them, Amy concluded that he was still playing successfully to his audience.  However, she was more attentive to the new dose of excitement his disclosure had delivered.  More sex.  Apprehension and anticipation joined hands and performed a little dance in her belly.

The escalator deposited them in naked pairs on their floor as Marvin fended off requests for more details asserting that it would spoil the surprise.  Amy and Marvin followed a line of paired naked backs into the common room located at one end of the floor – the end opposite the floor moderators’ room.

As the 20 freshmen found seats in upholstered sofas that formed a semi-circle around the room, another naked couple entered.  Even before it registered that they were wearing the white necklaces of seniors, Amy perceived from their confident bearing that these two were in charge.  Then she realized that one of them was Jeff, he of this morning’s greeting, still blonde, tanned and toothy. 

Jeff’s partner was a well-rounded young woman.  That is, her ass, tits and other appointments were all constructed of generous curves.  Amy put this data together with the girl’s demonstrative makeup, arresting top knot hairdo and distinctive skin tone to make a tentative assignment of Latina.  She felt a twinge of intimidation as the girl surveyed the audience with a cool gaze.  No smile threatened to part her full, red stained lips.

“Welcome, Freshman of Floor 3,” Jeff began with a cheery grin.  He was standing slightly behind his partner who took a pose with all of her weight on one leg with the other set forward and to the side.  One hand came to rest on the load-bearing hip while the other crossed her waist to grasp the wrist of the first.  Amy noted how the stance thrust her ass out.  Jeff apparently noted that too, because he made a no-look grab for her ass cheek as he spoke.  The girl appeared not to notice.

“I’m Jeff and this is Connie.”

“Consuelo,” she corrected him coolly.  “I’m only ‘Connie’ to people who fuck me.”

With that she turned her head to him and extended her tongue over her shoulder, in the process closing her long lashed, heavily made-up eyes.  Jeff leaned forward and engaged her member with his own.  Amy noted that as he did so his hand appeared between her legs and a digit found its way inside her.  Consuelo’s pussy lips were as voluptuous as the rest of her, apparently requiring no stimulation to maintain that condition.  Jeff’s cock apparently took only minimal notice of the proceedings, distending somewhat but remaining in a generally relaxed attitude.

Amy looked down to find Marvin’s hand resting familiarly on her upper thigh.  He glanced at her sidelong with a secret smile that she took as reassurance.  She was grateful for the contact and the smile.  In response, she threaded her inside hand under his arm to reach between his legs and grasp his relaxed cock.  She was reassured by its response.

“We’re the student moderators for this floor for the school year,” Jeff continued when they had broken contact and Consuelo resumed her attitude.  More relaxed now, Amy began to suspect that the older girl was acting for their benefit.  Reassured, she lapsed into a more detailed analysis of Consuelo’s appearance. 

Observing her more intently Amy concluded that arresting as the senior girl’s physical attributes were, that was not what caused her to seem so in control of the proceedings.  It was her deportment – her posture and the way she moved.  The smooth curve that began at the tip of her high heels ran sinuously up her legs, her ass, her back, her neck and cupped her head so perfectly that she commanded attention as though there were nothing else going on in the room.  The collection of naked bodies in the sexually vibrant setting receded into the background in the presence of this girl who was still in her teens.  It was the most arresting display Amy had ever seen from one so young.  Amy was reminded of Ms. Bauman earlier that day.  She was impressed all over again.

“You are on this floor for orientation week.  When you shuffle partners for the first quarter some of you will remain on the floor, but most will move off.  In later quarters, you may find your self back here, or not.  The one thing that will remain the same about the third floor for this year is that Connie – Consuelo to you – and I will be the moderators.  We’ll give the floor residents the instructions, advice and coaching that they’ll need to get the most out of their Farleigh experience during your Freshman year.”

Abruptly, Consuelo broke her pose and became animated as she took over addressing the freshmen.  Decoupling from Jeff’s invading finger, she began pacing – no sashaying –   slowly back and forth while making repeated eye contact with members of the group as she spoke.

“You probably figured out by now that this week is built around some pretty intense sex.”  She paused to favor them with a smirk.  “The term ‘sexual boot camp’ may even have occurred to you.  That pretty much covers the aim of this week.  You’re being required to fuck more than you’ve probably ever done before – or ever thought possible.  Some of you are going to find that intimidating, others are going to take to it right off the bat, but all of you will find it very educational.”

“All of you will be different – changed – at the end of this week.”  With a glance from his partner, Jeff had taken over.  Consuelo stood still and gave him her attention.  She struck a new pose with her hands on her hips with her back arched, displaying her full breasts to their maximum advantage and thrusting her bald pussy forward.  “You’ll have developed still more in your attitudes and behaviors by the time you complete your Freshman year.  Along with your counselors, teachers and other adults, we moderators will help you with that development.”

“Okay, that’s enough philosophy for now.”  Consuelo was back in control.  Resuming her slow, hip-swinging sashay, she continued.  “Anybody figured out the plan that landed you on this floor?”

Her eyes swept the assembly for what seemed like a long time before a timid hand rose.  Amy recognized the guy, Scott, a Bm with dark, somewhat unruly hair and a long, thoughtful face.  Consuelo’s eyes came to rest on him.

“Okay.  Say your name and then your answer,” she instructed, waving a hand in his direction.

“I’m Scott.”  He paused as though looking for Consuelo’s permission to continue.  Taking her silent nod as approbation, he moved to his answer.  “There are two girls and two guys from each cell on this floor.  With five cells, that makes up our 20 people.  It looks like we’re randomly assigned to roommates that aren’t our cellmates.”

For the first time Consuelo’s red lips curled up at the corners.

“Very good, Scott.  Nice pick up.”  Then she turned her gaze back over the assembly.  “We’re running a mixer here and on the other Freshman floors.  Each of you is sleeping with a person from another cell because you’ll be fucking your cellmates regularly this week and throughout the year.  So we’re having you sleep with non-cellmates.  But we’ve got still another angle for blending your sexual experiences: the roommate swap.”

Consuelo’s smile was now broad enough to show her even, white teeth.  Her eyes sparkled.  She seemed pleased to the point of excitement.  It was as though she were springing a nice surprise on her charges.  Amy was feeling less and less intimidated and more and more excited.

“To put it simply, every night this week around this time you’ll exchange partners to fuck.  Of course, it’s a little more complicated than that.  This isn’t a matter of just exchanging body fluids with different people. You and your roommate will spend time with your exchange partners getting to know them.  The cross-fucking is a part of that.”

When she paused, Jeff was back.

“There’s a further catch,” he intoned with his grin still firmly in place.  “Each of you has to write and file a report in your journal each day about your swap partners – both of them.  It needs to share what you learned about them and what you got from the experience.  It doesn’t need to be long, just thoughtful.”

“It’s important that you take this seriously,” a more sober Consuelo added.  “What you turn in will be evaluated as an indicator of how well you’re progressing at Farleigh. This report is only part of the daily journal that you have to update every day during your free periods.  Hopefully you noticed that in the instructions that came with your schedule.”

Then Consuelo led them through an explanation of the pattern of the swap.  Each pair of roommates has nine exchange possibilities.  However, three of the possibilities include an opposite sex cellmate of either they or their roommate.  Those possibilities are excluded.  For the thought experiment pair, that leaves six eligible pairs of partners.  Those remaining six pairs are the exchange partners for the six nights of this exercise.

“Saturday is a free day,” Jeff informed them.  “No exercises, no structure.  On Saturday night you’ll move in with your new roommate for the first quarter.”  He paused.  “Okay let’s have your questions.”

The questions started slowly, but gained momentum.  Amy kept quiet but Marvin participated.  She thought he posed one of the better queries that brought clarity.  The one response that Amy took note of was the importance of the journals.  Each student should file installments as they go through the day.  The journal entries should make note of each instance of vaginal sex, including the time and name of the partner.

“Of course,” Jeff added, “transponders all over the campus are constantly interrogating your body chips.  Fucking has a pretty unmistakable vital signs signature, so records are being compiled of what’s going on in your bodies all the time.  But it doesn’t tell the counselors what’s going on in your head.  That’s what the journals are for.”

As the pace of questioning and comments tailed off, Jeff called a halt.

“Okay.  Let’s not talk this to death.  We need to get started.  I suggest you keep an eye on the time.  You have early starts to the day this week, so make sure you actually get some sleep.”

He told them how to find their partner assignments for the night.  Amy and Marvin found that they would be hosting the pair from Room 310.  That established, they repaired to their room.  Their guests were hard on their heels.

Crystal and Rick were at once well matched but also quite a contrast with one another.  Both were rather short.  Crystal’s very round figure went well with Rick’s extremely well developed body.  He was compact and broad shouldered with remarkably well-defined abdominal six pack.  His narrow hips framed a cock that was not remarkable in size but well shaped and half hard.  The contrast was between Rick’s deep tan or naturally dark pigmentation (Amy couldn’t decide which) and Crystal’s extreme blond fairness.

After an awkward moment Marvin stepped forward and reached for Rick’s cock.  Rick picked up quickly and grabbed Marvin’s appendage.  Crystal and Amy tied for first applying their finger tips to each other’s pussies.  Then they exchanged cross-gender greetings.  The awkwardness dissolved into grins and giggles of conviviality.  Marvin invited everyone to have a seat on the bed.

Marvin also took the lead in starting up the conversation.  It came out that he and Crystal had hung out a bit that morning – apparently when Amy had seen him in that group of students leaving the dorm building.  Crystal seemed completely comfortable with proceedings.  She suggested that she and Amy exchange places – each had naturally sat next to their own roommates – to facilitate the exercise.  Once Amy complied, Crystal sat cross-legged and took Marvin’s cock in her hand with nonchalant familiarity.  Marvin accepted the development with complete aplomb.  He responded by resting a hand on her thigh the way he had done with Amy during the meeting.  Amy felt a distinct twinge of dismay.  She fought it back and turned to Rick.  Her new companion responded to her glance by placing a hand on her thigh, mimicking Marvin.  He accompanied his action with a slight smile and shrug.  Amy was reassured.  His eyes followed her hand right to his cock.

“Okay.  Everybody comfy?”  Marvin was grinning at Amy as he made the inquiry.  She felt a bit more reassured under his gaze.

“I’m good,” Rick stated among the girls’ murmurs of assent.  “Now while Amy’s getting me hard, what are we supposed to talk about?”

Crystal turned her face toward Marvin as she replied.

“I think we should talk about what brought us to Farleigh.”

Marvin cocked his head as though considering the suggestion and then nodded.

“Sounds good to me.  Okay with you two?  Good.  Want to start, Rick?”

“Sure.”

While Amy continued to hold his hardening cock, Rick disclosed that he had been born into a body culture family, that is, body builders.  As he was growing up both of his parents, who were part of an extended group of like-minded people, worked seasonal jobs so that they could compete in tournaments.  In between events, they worked out incessantly.  Since they always trained and competed in the nude, they saw little reason to dress during normal daily activities.  He naturally fell into that culture, barely ever wearing clothes once he no longer required diapers.  Conditioning hardened him so that he could maintain nudity even in very cold weather.

Nudity held cult status with in his extended “family.”  So did free sex.  Rick admitted that he couldn’t be completely sure of the identity of his father among the males of the group at the time he was conceived.  On the plus side, he had early sexual access to the females of the group.  The older, experienced girls vied to relieve newly pubescent boys of their virginity.  That, of course worked in the opposite sexual direction, too.  The net effect was that no one in the community over 14 was without sexual experience.

With a measure of modesty, Rick disclosed that he turned out to be a precocious sexual practitioner, notching his first heterosexual experience before his 13^th birthday and going on to gain recognition for his stamina and skills in the circles he moved in.  He wryly admitted that the homosexual and bisexual proclivities of adolescences “made things complicated,” but didn’t want to get into that.  His other prodigal development was high achievement in academics.  When the some of the adults of his group brought the idea of applying to Farleigh to his attention, he undertook the challenge enthusiastically even though he didn’t have the financial means.  By the time he finished the application process he was not only accepted but was also granted a scholarship.

“I have a feeling I was born to attend this school,” he concluded with a serious, affirmative nod of his dark, close-cropped head.  It occurred to Amy that his sleek grooming and disciplined demeanor gave him something of a military air.  “I expect to be an excellent student in all respects here at Fuck High.”

The others smiled at his characterization.  For his part, Rick eschewed a smile.  Marvin volunteered to go next

Amy’s roommate admitted to a much more conventional home life.  His parents encouraged both nudity and sexual experimentation both by word and example.  That coupled with his innate ability to be likeable and make friends easily tended to propel him down the path of robust sexuality.  He had fucked six girls – some of them repeatedly – by the time he turned 14. 

Farleigh and the Farleigh philosophy was something that intrigued him for some time.  He wasn’t sure when and how he first heard about the school but he knew that it was somewhat legendary among his peers.  He was the only one of his acquaintances that succeeded in being accepted.

As Marvin finished, Amy noticed that Rick’s cock was drooling on her fist.  As if reading her thoughts, Marvin spoke up.

“Maybe the ladies should have a seat.”

Crystal was in enthusiastic agreement. 

“Why don’t we do a reverse cowgirl while we talk?” she suggested, mostly to Amy.

A few minutes later, the guys were reclined on pillows and the girls were sitting astride their hips, cocks comfortably inside them.  To facilitate conversation, the girls were facing each other from opposite ends of the bed.  Crystal was all smiles as she wiggled on Marvin’s cock.  Amy was just grateful that they had decided to dispense with their shoes before they coupled.

“Okay who’s next?” Crystal asked.  Since Amy deferred, she launched into her story.

It turned out, like Amy she was a legacy student.  Her stepfather had graduated from Farleigh.  He had gone in and out of adhering to the philosophy in the years since.  When he and his son (who was slightly older than Crystal) formed a fusion family with Crystal and her mother a few years ago, his espousal of the Farleigh philosophy was on an up-tick.  She and her mother adopted nudity and her mother plunged into a much more active sex life.

After some initial conflict, Crystal and her new stepbrother settled into an era peaceful coexistence.  But as they both came into puberty, her new brother started to show increased and different interest in her.  Crystal for her part did not return his attention.  That did not prevent him from persisting with his sexual overtures.  Her mother, wanting to keep the peace with her mate, suggested that she submit to him.  She was barely 13 when her stepbrother mounted her and inexpertly inserted his cock into her for the first time while she lay inertly on her back.

Crystal’s stepbrother had fucked her many times before her mother became concerned about her daughter’s emotional state.  Crystal’s stepfather was brought into the mix and became worried that their parental decisions could kindle the ire of the constabulary.  In short order he sent his son off to live with the boy’s mother in another state.  Crystal started therapy. 

Once her stepbrother was out of her life, she made a rapid recovery.  In retrospect, she concluded that since she no longer felt menaced by a person who would take her without regard to her feelings, she was back in control of her life.  Her attitude toward boys and sex re-centered.  Eventually she started taking partners of her choosing and having very fulfilling sex.  Of course, the therapist got all of the credit for her recovery.

Chastened and still concerned, her stepfather suggested that Farleigh would be a place where she could regain her self-esteem and finally come to terms with her sexuality.  Crystal was more than happy to reap the financial consequences of her stepfather’s continuing guilt trip to gain a Farleigh education.

“So how many guys have you had before you came here?” Marvin asked.

“Only four – not counting you-know-who,” Crystal replied with a grin.  “I prefer quality to quantity.”

“Definitely a girl attitude,” Rick intoned with mock disapproval.  “Your turn, Amy.”

Amy wriggled a little on his cock, pretending to get comfortable.   It was a stall while she wondered how forthcoming she should be.  Rick’s hands had been on her waist.  Now he stroked slowly up and down her flanks.  She interpreted that as empathy and took heart.

“I’m a legacy, too,” she began slowly.  Her gaze passed over Crystal’s shoulder to Marvin.  She concluded she had his complete, supportive attention.

“My mom’s a graduate and my brother – well, my half brother – is a senior here.  Even so, I didn’t think I wanted to get so intense with the nudity and sex stuff in high school.   I mean, my mom and brother are sooo Farleigh and I’m … I’m kind of shy.  Actually, I’ve never had any real male friends, let alone boyfriends … you know, as in sex partners.”

“So your mom and brother put on the full court press?” Rick asked from behind her.  Inadvertently, she squeezed her cunt muscles around his cock.  It was kind of a startle reflex.  He didn’t react.

“My mom did.  Jared was totally cool, and very supportive.  In the end, it was Jared that convinced me.  So here I am: wanting to be a Farleigh slut but not sure I have the chops for it.”

“You must,” Rick said.  His hands had come to rest on her waist.  “You can’t pass the screening they do here unless you’re the right kind.”

Marvin spoke up.

“Actually, Amy’s being ‘way modest about her quals.  Her mom was a Class Mother and her brother was her class project.  Amy, you’ve got it in the genes.  If anyone is going to succeed as a Farleigh slut you are.”

As Amy watched Crystal’s eyebrows rise in appreciation, she wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or annoyed at Marvin’s disclosure of her background.  Sure, anyone could get it from the student profiles, but 99% of her classmates wouldn’t have bothered.  She would have been safely below the radar.  Now two more people knew.  This bit of information would certainly make its way around the class and then there might be attention.

“Very cool,” Rick offered.  He sounded sincere.  “So what else should we discuss?”

As Crystal responded by suggesting they get down to fucking, Amy felt beholding to Rick for changing the subject before follow up questions could ensue. 

There was general agreement that getting acquainted would be facilitated by actually fucking.  After some discussion and reshuffling the girls found themselves on their hands and knees with the boys’ cocks working their cunts from the rear.  Amy and Crystal wound up with their bodies in parallel but facing in opposite directions.  Their heads were close enough to touch.  That was Marvin’s suggestion.  Crystal caught on to his intent and leaned toward Amy with her tongue extended.  Amy took the hint.  She felt Rick’s cock twitch inside her as she and Crystal kissed.  They held the kiss as long as they could while the boys went to work fucking them.

As they broke off, Amy felt her breasts swaying pendulously as her body rocked in reaction to Rick’s thrusts.  As the process continued she wasn’t sure it was working.  While she was enjoying the feeling of the man inside her, she didn’t have the sense that she would achieve orgasm.  A murmured suggestion from Rick caused her to drop to her elbows.  The improvement was immediate.  Not only was her clit getting engaged, but the new position braced her better so that Rick’s thrusts were able to communicate more force to her pussy.

As she began to zone out under the rising tide of her passion, a signal from her clit caused her to twitch and gasp.  By the time it repeated she realized that Rick was reaching underneath her to thumb her clit.  She commenced writhing and moaning as he persisted.  Rick responded by increasing the frequency of his stokes.  A few minutes later her pussy muscles were spasmodically contracting around Rick’s cock.  With eyes squeezed shut her full throated vocalizations announced the attainment of her first orgasm.

Rick’s ministrations caused her to remain helplessly bucking on his cock.  When he relented, she realized that it was because he had reached his own climax and was now emptying his seminal load into her. 

As her legs slid out from under her and she stretched out full length under the weight of Rick’s limp body, she was glad for his exhaustion.  She was sure the pleasure he gave her was far too intense for her to endure much longer.

As she lay with her head to the side and her breasts pressed pleasantly under the combined weight of her and her partner’s bodies, she felt strangely relaxed and fulfilled.  Another cock was softening inside her after pleasing her body with sex.  She reflected on that pleasant fact as her breathing slowed, allowing her to draw a shuddering breath through her nose once again.

“How’s everybody doing?”

It was Marvin’s voice.  He sounded surprisingly unaffected.  She realized she had settled down with her face away from the other couple.  Moreover she had been oblivious to their fucking.  She had no idea when they had finished.  With extraordinary effort, she managed to raise her head enough to turn to the other side.  Apparently Rick was still recovering, but he took the hint and raised his torso enough to facilitate the move.

Amy found her field of vision filled with Crystal’s pussy.  The other girl was sitting reclined against Marvin’s chest.  Her eyes were closed as she nuzzled Marvin’s neck.  Marvin’s eyes however were on Amy and Rick.  His attentive gaze was inscrutable above slight smile.  Amy’s feeling of well-being started to give way to a vague disquiet that seemed to have more than a passing acquaintance with jealousy. 

Rick and Crystal eventually took their leave amidst mutual assurances about how “good” it had been.  Amy immediately pleaded for a trip to the hyg.  Marvin accompanied her. 

“How did you like your first day?”  Marvin asked as they went about their business.

Amy admitted that that it had been “a lot of fun” and then asked him for his impression.

“I thought it was great.  The kids are cool, the girls are cute and I like my roommate.”

Amy didn’t return his gaze but she couldn’t help a pleased, self-conscious smile.  Finally, she paused in her ablutions and looked up at him.

“I like you, too, Marvin,” she offered quietly.

They snuggled and talked for while after returning to bed, but neither attempted to initiate more sex.  Although it was still well before her usual bedtime, Amy drifted off to sleep easily during a lull in the conversation.

CONTINUED …