Freshman Orientation

Monday Earlier

Mr. Yang eschewed his stool in the center of the half circle of girls of the Cell.  His authoritative cock hung flaccid as his hands came to rest on his hips once again.  As before, he was shoeless.  He smiled as he looked at the faces around the circle.

“Good morning, ladies.  Welcome to your first full day of orientation.  I hope everyone slept well and fucked well.  Of course, you have found that the two may be mutually exclusive.”

The some of the girls tittered a bit.  Amy didn’t manage that.  Because it had been a pretty active morning so far, she was fully alert at 0800, but humor wasn’t quite up on her agenda.  For one thing the fact that she was nursing some lingering disappointment over a certain event of this morning kept her in a sober state.  The other problem was what she’d found when she had checked her schedule for the day.  One item had changed unexpectedly and made her apprehensive.

Things had started off well enough.  Marvin and she had awaked about the same time ahead of the morning alarm.  When their eyes met, he scooted over with a nascent smile and reached for her.  But Amy wasn’t ready.  She knew her bladder wouldn’t survive a love-making session and she felt – well, filmy.

“Uh, can we go to the bathroom first?”

Marvin’s smile broadened.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

They climbed out of either side of the bed, met at the foot and padded side by side down the corridor.  Glancing in glass-fronted rooms as they passed, various levels of activity were apparent.  In one room the occupants were obviously still asleep while in the next a naked girl was already bouncing on the cock of her partner as her tied-back hair swayed chaotically.  Amy and Marvin exchanged knowing smiles as their eyes reacquired each other.

They encountered other students, singles and couples, in the hyg.  Two couples were already sharing showers.  One pair had obviously just finished fucking.  Amy and Marvin threaded among the other occupants attending to their business.  There was no waiting for one of the oral hygiene stations.  The sonic cleaner with its accompanying spray of solution got their mouths into fresh condition in a matter of seconds.  After some washing, Amy tried to address the disarray that sleep had imposed on her hair. 

Marvin came up behind her, placed his hands on her waist and grinned at her in the mirror.

“Don’t bother with that.  I’m only going to muss you up again.”

She scowled at his reflection in return.

“A girl always should look her best no matter what she’s doing.”  She was quoting her mother again, but then she added with a smile, “I would think that mussing me up is part of the fun.”  That hadn’t occurred to her before.

As they reentered their room and were confronted by their bed, Amy looked at her partner.

“Want me on top?” Marvin asked with a slight smile.

He had preempted the question that she was ambivalent about vocalizing.  She was pleased that he had anticipated her desire.  She wasn’t enthusiastic about investing all of the effort required to lead the fuck this early in the morning.

That kindled the tender feelings that motivated the gentle way she guided his cock into her pussy a little while later.  Her nipples were still moist from Marvin’s vigorous sucking.  She had lain comfortably on her back during most of foreplay, holding his cock as he had simultaneously fingered her cunt and ministered to her breasts.  Once she had experienced a mini-orgasm, he left off his nipple sucking so he could reevaluate her readiness.  She took advantage of his attention by drawing her legs farther apart to issue her invitation.

Once she had him entirely inside her, he leaned forward on his arms to exchange a tongue kiss.  When he drew back, he pulled half way out of her and paused while he searched her face for reaction.  She wanted him to start but held back from signaling her impatience.  Trying to wait him out proved impossible.  Finally she involuntarily wiggled her pelvis, causing a pleasing sensation in her vagina.  She repeated the move deliberately.  He responded with a slow, rotary stroke.  At the bottom, he held again.  She tightened her legs around him.  If he wanted to go slow, she was willing to enjoy the feeling of holding the full length of his cock inside her. 

When he pulled back again, he didn’t wait but began his return stroke almost at once.  Thereafter he established a gradually increasing rhythm.  Since he had committed to a pattern, she concentrated on positioning herself to benefit from it.  Adjusting her pelvis and pressing back to meet his strokes, she managed to get herself on the road to a climax. 

Her ragged gasping was soon punctuated with squeaks and moans.  She wriggled and writhed as her arousal grew. 

“Uhn.”

Her closed eyes flew open as she recognized the characteristic vocalization of a male about to come.  Distressed that she hadn’t yet gotten off, she nevertheless pulled him into her.  She held him tightly while he shuddered and bucked.  He continued to twitch as he settled down on her.  All in all, it was a rather protracted climax.  Good for him, no doubt.

As soon as she could, she clenched her pussy muscles to confirm her fear that he was done.  His cock was softening quickly.  There would be no second chance for her to gain her climax. 

She used the time it took him to recover to camouflage her disappointment.  When his head rose to look at her again, she was displaying a dreamy smile.  He smiled back.

“Very good, Ms. Withers,” he murmured.  “That’s one delicious pussy you have there.”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” she murmured back promptly, hoping she sounded sincere.  Did he know she didn’t get over?  She reflected on that possibility as she parted her lips to meet the kiss he offered.  Dutifully, she sucked on his tongue as he probed her mouth but didn’t offer hers.

He broke off the kiss when his cock slipped out of her.  She remained on her back, turning only her head to face him as he rolled off her and set up on his side.  The small talk that ensued contained no inquiry about her satisfaction with his sexual performance.

The situation was saved by Elle who looked in at their door.

“Hey, lovebirds, aren’t you doing breakfast?  Fucking makes me ravenous.”

Marvin looked at Amy for her response.  Grateful for a break in her contemplation of her simmering disappointment, she sat up quickly and declared herself standing in desperate need of nourishment.

Amy and Elle set a course for the hyg while Marvin and Elle’s bedmate, Trevor, fell in behind.  Elle chattered brightly about the advantages of waking up to a hard cock while they freshened up.  Trevor volunteered that it wasn’t as good as waking up to a moist pussy.   Marvin seconded that observation.  The three of them merrily agreed to disagree on that point.  Amy managed to surface from her funk and volunteered to keep an open mind on the issue.  That garnered a chuckle from the others.  Her discontent was beginning to recede.

Breakfast was a repeat of the Marvin and Marvin show.  He never had fewer than a half dozen people around him.  To his credit, he looked around to be sure that Amy was not ignored.  At one point, Elle drew her aside.

“You seemed a little down this morning.”

It was a statement.  Food had made Amy feel much better, so her earlier unhappiness was muted.  As a result she hesitated to make too much of the episode.  Maybe she was being hyper-sensitive.

“Oh, I guess I just come up to speed slower in the morning.”

Elle gazed at her for a moment before replying.

“Okay.  I thought I saw something in the body language in your room that you and Marv weren’t having the best sharing experience.  I guess I’m just off base.”

It was Amy’s turn.

“You seem very into Marvin.  What’s up with that?”

“I dunno,” Elle said carelessly.  It seemed to Amy that she was trying to minimize her interest.   “Believe me, it’s not sexual.  I’ve got my hands – correction: my cunt – full of that.  I think I’m just kind of intrigued by what goes into the mix that makes up a guy like that who everyone wants to get close to.”

Elle changed the subject.

“I see you’re the first one in the barrel – or I should say in the sack – with our counselor this morning.  Nervous?”

“Huh?  What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you check your schedule?  You’ve got the first one-on-one counseling with Mr. Yang at 1000.”

“That can’t be right,” Amy murmured as she moved to invoke her wrist companion.

Sure enough, there it was: “1000 Private counselor meeting – Mr. Yang – Room 213.”

Amy frowned with disbelief.

“I checked yesterday.  I was at the end of the week.  How could I have messed that up?”

“Maybe you didn’t mess up.  They might have changed it.”

“Why would they do that?”

Elle regarded her analytically for a moment.

“You seem upset.  What’s wrong?  We’ll all have to do it.”

Amy realized her reaction was not warranted.  She was being silly.  Okay, girl, take a breath.

“Yeah, okay.  I don’t know what my problem is.  I was just surprised.”  More like out of sorts because of a bad fuck this morning.

Elle smiled.

“Good.  Now that you’re over that, you can concentrate on being nervous about getting fucked by Mr. Yang.  I have to admit that I’m stressed about doing that.  I mean, getting marked on how well you take a fucking from a guy who probably knows more about pussy than most girls?”

I’m experiencing stress.  I gotta deal with it, Amy decided as they made their way to their 0800 group counseling session. 

“Let’s start with what people thought about their first day,” Mr. Yang suggested.  “How about the high and low points of the day?  Let’s go around the circle.  Ms. Husain?”

Saree perked up and blinked thoughtfully.  Amy admired the way she maintained her perfectly erect posture as she sat serenely on her stool.  The way her breasts stood out made her seem like she was always above the fray.

“I guess the worst point was my formal fuck,” she began slowly.  “The guy didn’t do very well, so I didn’t enjoy it.  The best was when my roommate fucked me for the first time.  He took it slow and let me show him what I liked.  It felt very good.”

“Good … hold on to that as we go around.  Ms. Bodette?”

Jet, the perky Southern blonde, was more than ready with her answer.

“I don’t think I had a single bad time yesterday.  I got fucked four times by three different boys.  The only way it could have been better is if I got fucked five times by five boys.”

There were a few appreciative grins, but no laughter.  Mr. Yang arched a skeptical eyebrow at the calmly smiling Jet. 

“No bad sex in four outings?”

“No, sir.  I’m a girl who gets what she wants.”

Mr. Yang let that go.

A few more girls rated their sex experiences.  Then their counselor asked, “Did anyone have a high point experience that didn’t occur during sex?”

There was silence and sidelong glances for a moment, then something occurred to Amy.  It had to do with the way Saree was sitting.  It made her think of yesterday.  She tentatively raised her hand.

“Ms. Withers?”

“I was really kind of awed by Ms. Bauman’s speech.”

That skeptically arched eyebrow again.

“Can you explain why?”

It was a gentle coax.  Amy felt reassured and dug deep to give a candid answer.

“I … I guess I felt like she was explaining something that I never really understood until then.  It was about me – and every other girl there.  When I understood I felt … empowered.”

Mr. Yang’s arms were folded.  He and everyone else were looking at her.

“What was it she said?” His questioning was still non-judgmental.

A light went off in Amy’s head.

“No .. I mean it wasn’t so much what she said,” she began slowly, then the words tumbled out.  “It was the way she looked, the way she stood, the way she was in charge.”  With only the slightest hesitation, she added, “It was like she was saying ‘Look at me.  I have a cunt and tits and I’m in charge.’  No, no.  I’m in charge because I have a cunt and tits.  Come to think of it our floor counselor, Con … Consuelo gave me the same feeling when she was speaking last night.  I think I accepted what they were saying because they were sure and assertive”

Amy realized that she was taking deep breaths.  Her heart was thumping, not from the anxiety she usually felt in these situations, but from excitement that came from feeling so sure.

Mr. Yang’s arms were still folded as he swiveled at the hips to look around at the other girls.

“Anybody care to add anything to that?”

Tova Weinstein’s hand went up.  He nodded to her.

“It occurred to me recently that a woman’s body does empower her.  Sex gives her authority and control.  Men need sex and we provide it … or not.”

Amy felt herself nodding in agreement.  In her field of vision several other heads were bobbing as well.

“For example,” Tova continued, “there’s my roommate.  He said he was almost full blooded Hawaiian and he’s pretty impressive – physically.  He’s almost two meters tall and he must outweigh me by 40 or 50 kilos.  And his muscles…” She held her spread hands in front of her chest as if to illustrate the extent of his pectoral development.  “If he wanted to, he could break every bone in my body in a minute.  I should have been intimidated by his size.  But I wasn’t.  I knew I had nothing to fear because I’m a girl.  Sure enough, he was gentle and considerate.  He knew that’s what a girl wants.  I got what I wanted and I rewarded him by letting him suck my tits and stick his cock in my cunt.  We enjoyed each other’s bodies and afterward he was sooo sweet.  I remember standing beside him in the cafeteria and having to look all the way up at him and thinking he was like a big friendly bear – my well-trained, cunt-loving bear.”  She finished with a pleased smile.

“Interesting,” Mr. Yang rejoined.  “But isn’t that what women have done for as long as there have been men and women?  Exchange sex for what they want?”

“But in the past we haven’t always been in a position of strength during that negotiation.” It was George who spoke up.  “A lot of times a woman had to yield sex without any quid pro quo – particularly when she was afraid of what a man might do with his superior strength if she didn’t submit.”

“But even if there was negotiation, the woman was bargaining for necessities, food, shelter, security and all that.  That was because men had control of those things,” Indu joined in.

“Has that changed?”  Mr. Yang was prompting now.

“I think so,” Elle said.  “A century and a half ago women couldn’t own property or make a decent living, even in the Western societies.  Now we can do everything a man can.”

“So where does that leave a woman’s sexual power?” he persisted.

“Heterosexual males still want the sex that we can offer,” Tova answered.  “And now that we’ve separated sex from reproduction, we women want it as much as they do.  We’re negotiating for sex on an equal footing now.”

“That doesn’t sound like a basis for power,” Mr. Yang challenged.  “Do women really have any influence over men since they’ve achieved equality?”

“Sure we do,” Jet said almost indignantly.  “Why, I can get whatever I want from any boy that’s the least bit attracted to me.”

“But what do you want that a boy can give you?  Anything substantive?  What can he give you that you don’t already have?  You’re on an equal footing now.”

“Respect and partnership,” chimed Elle.

“Emotional security,” Amy heard herself say.  Where had that come from?

Mr. Yang looked directly at her. 

“Kind of a clinical term, Ms. Withers, can you put it in words we can relate to?”

Amy drew a shaky breath.  Would they laugh at her?

“Love.”

Silence.  Silence and eyes.  Then some of the eyes dropped.  Then there was fidgeting.

Mr. Yang smirked as he surveyed the reaction around the circle. 

“It seems that Ms. Withers has brought a dead rat to the dinner table, judging from everyone’s reaction.  I guess sexually active teenage girls are not interested in love.  Am I right?”

It was Jet who waded back in.

“Love means commitment, doesn’t it?  We’re too young to be thinking about commitment.”

“Probably,” Mr. Yang conceded.  “Still, that’s an interesting concept that a woman would trade sex for love.  Don’t you think?”  No one volunteered a comment.  “Well, I think it’s something that deserves some reflection.”  He unfolded his arms and set his hands back on his hips.  “But we need to move on to the topics of the day: your roommate and the formal fuck training.  What did you learn?  Let’s see … Ms. Tancredi …”

Fran – Francesca – concentrated on giving her impressions of her roommate, Dong, a boy of Asian ancestry who lived with his father, never met his mother, had no siblings and was very accomplished in the oriental martial arts.  She was intrigued by him because she had never been fucked by a boy who was not of Italian ancestry.  His physical conditioning and his ability to control his body so minutely made their sex a unique experience for her.  She felt that he had opened her eyes to “other” possibilities, but she still liked Italian boys better.

As more disclosures like this poured from the participants, Amy’s attention began to wander back to Marvin and this morning.  She analyzed the episode trying to determine whether or not she could have done something wrong.  He apparently had no sense that he had failed in his duty to give her pleasure.  Did she miss something?

“… I never got off.” Amy was suddenly attentive.  It was Lisa Murphy, the slim, slightly freckled redhead with the tusk-like tits who was speaking.

“Ah, and how many of you have had a sexual experience in the last 24 hours where your partner came but you were left unsatisfied?  Let’s see hands.”

A few went up.  Then more.  Feeling sufficiently covered, Amy raised hers.  Did Mr. Yang watch her until her hand went up before continuing?  Maybe he just happened to be gazing in her direction when she did finally join the majority.

“Okay, then.  Who remembers what I said yesterday about teenaged boys?”

Saree lowered her hand as she answered.

“Part of our job is to help the boy satisfy us.”

“Right, Ms. Husain.  All of you have to realize that these guys are a year or more behind you in knowing what their own needs are.  Many of them aren’t even at the starting line when it comes to figuring out what your needs are.  The good news is that they are very trainable and they are eager pupils.  You have the opportunity to take a boy in hand and make out of him what you want.  That would not be the case with a boy a few years older who has gotten a better sense of who he is and what he wants.”

Their counselor looked sharply from face to face, searching for cognition.  Amy was feeling overwhelmed.  I have to teach him?  I’m still trying to figure out what I should want.

Serena raised her hand slowly.  Her hand had been up when Mr. Yang had asked that question.  It occurred to Amy that Serena hadn’t participated in the previous discussion.  She seemed somewhat repressed compared with her exuberant behavior of the previous day.  He fixed her with an acknowledging look.

“I think I intimidate my roommate.  I don’t think he can perform with me.”

Mr. Yang’s arched eyebrow seemed to say “That could be problem.  How are you coming on to him?”

“Well, you know, like I do with everyone.”

“Well, I don’t know, but let me guess:  smart and sassy; kind of ‘do you know what to do with that thing or do you need me to show you?’  Is that close?”

Serena seemed to hunker down a bit, as though she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“Yeah, I guess,” she said in a small voice.

“I don’t mean to pick on you and I know you’re not the only forward girl in this group, but I have to make you deal with this … all of you deal with this.  The toughest lesson you have to learn in life is to put yourself in the other person’s place – particularly when you have to evaluate the effect you’re having on him/her.  People with a well developed feedback loop that allows them to continually read how they’re affecting the people they’re dealing with have the most sustained success in life.  This is whether you’re trying to sell them something, get them to vote your way or get them to lick your pussy the way you like it.”

He paused.

“Does anyone see any convergence in all we’ve discussed?”

“I think this is pointing toward two-way sensitivity where each person has to discover what the other wants in order to get what they want.”  Indu answered without waiting to be recognized.

Mr. Yang inclined his head ever so slightly.

“Not a bad summary.  That sensitivity – empathy – is the key to the interpersonal dynamic we’re trying to make you deal with.  And we’re going about it as kind of a shock treatment.  We’re throwing you in with people you don’t know and telling you to fuck them.  There’s nothing ambiguous about the interpersonal experience of fucking.  You’re all in.  The guy is inside you experiencing you completely.  As he violates your body, you’re experiencing him.  You both want something – gratification – but you need to give something – control of your body – in order to get it.  So go get it.  Take a personal challenge to make each fuck the best possible sex it can be.”

There was silence when he finished.  He smiled.

“Maybe a little intense for the first morning?”

There were nods accompanied by rueful smiles.

“All right.  That was a good session.  But before we break up I want to call your attention to the full cell meeting after lunch today.  This is an unsupervised session.  That means that it’s just you girls and boys.  The sexercise, as we call it, is cunnilingus.”  There was a minor stir in his audience.  “Yes, Ms. Pushkin has been instructing the boys this morning, so I expect they’ll give you ladies a memorable experience.

“Getting back to what I was saying, the agenda is that you’ll be paired off so that each of you has a partner that hasn’t fucked you yet.  You’ll discuss a relevant topic, perform the sexercise and then fuck before you break up.  I need a volunteer to run the selection engine.  You’ll have to bring your tablet.  I’ll send you the code.”

Indu’s was the first hand up. Mr. Yang quickly acceded to her appointment.  He followed that with an injunction that they would be expected to evaluate the planned discussion in their journals each day.

“We especially want a statement as to whether or not your opinion on the topic was changed by the discussion.”

With that he dismissed them.

As she stepped down from her stool, Amy consulted her schedule again.  No change.  At 1000 she had her first session with Mr. Yang.  She could have sworn she had posture and carriage training when she had checked her schedule on Sunday.  She looked up and saw him standing by the door gazing at her expectantly.  His cock was half hard.

“Coming?” he asked with a smile.  He nodded vaguely out the door.

A current of apprehension stirred in her.  Amy managed only a nod in reply as her legs automatically carried her past him and out the door.  She glanced at his cock as she passed him.  Technically there were still nearly 15 minutes until their appointment.  She could have stalled and told him she’d be there at the appointed time.  However, her heart rate was too fast and her mind was too numb to even consider that.

Mr. Yang fell in step beside her.  She was aware of his height.  It seemed to add to her sense of intimidation.

“Did you notice the schedule change?” he asked without any apparent intent.

“Uh, yeah.  I thought I misread it before.  That was a change?”  She lifted her gaze to his face.

“I shuffled the schedule because I didn’t want to wait to meet with you.  I don’t know if you knew it, but your mother and I were classmates.”

Her gaze had lowered from his face but now she looked up sharply.

“No, I didn’t know that.”

Her counselor’s smile broadened as he briefly nodded affirmation.

“Yes, we were an item for a good part of our senior year.  I was glad to see her again yesterday.”

It came together in her head.

“Oh, you were the ‘old friend’ who fucked her yesterday.”

All of his teeth were showing as he nodded again.

“Your mother has an amazing cunt.  If anything she’s a better fuck than I remember her being.”

“So you couldn’t wait to see if it’s hereditary?” she raised her voice at the end to make it sound more like a question than an accusation.  It was still impertinent.  Would he be annoyed?

His smile lost a little of its breadth. 

“Well, something like that.  Actually, she and I have been corresponding about your case for a few months.  I was very interested in working with you.”

Working with me? Amy was engaged by the way he phrased that. Like a coach or a tutor.  But he was going to stick his cock in her and use her body for his enjoyment.  And my enjoyment, too.  Some part of her mind leapt to the defense of the process.  Probably the Mother part, she thought.

They got off the escalator on the office level and made their way down the corridor in silence.  She stepped past him into his office when his thumb print caused the door to draw away.  The major piece of furniture was a semi-circular sofa.  A raised workstation with two stools was at the other end of the space.  The wall adjoining the corridor was transparent, the better to utilize the natural light from the window wall that formed its other side.  Indirect sunlight was filtering from a shaft overhead.

Amy looked back at Mr. Yang and started.  He was completely hard.  His hands were on his hips in characteristic fashion but the look on his face was new.  He wanted her – now.

“Would you mind if we fucked first, Ms. Withers?  I think I’ll be able to concentrate on our conversation better afterward.” 

His voice was mild, but she knew there was only one answer to the question.

“That would be fine,” she answered in a steadier voice than she expected to be able to manage.

“Recline,” Mr. Yang said.  She wasn’t sure what he wanted but then she heard the low mechanical murmur.  When she turned her head in the direction of the sound, she realized that the sofa was converting to a bed.

As she watched, he stepped up to her.  Her peripheral view caused her to look down at his cock.  It pointed across her belly to the bed.  It was quite a cock.  Certainly the largest she had confronted so far at Farleigh.  She put a hand on it.  It seemed like the proper thing to do.

“Can I suck you?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, thank you.  That would be nice.”

She turned to face him, sank to her knees and put his cock head into her mouth.  It was only after she had sucked vigorously for a while with intermittent tongue swishes that she remembered:  Make eye contact.  Her mother had been insistent on that point.

Casting her gaze upward, she was startled by her partner’s expression.  The cool, in-charge, deliberate Mr. Yang had been replaced by a stranger – an sexually agitated male whose scrunched features betokened someone on the verge of losing control.  It occurred to her that she could bring him off momentarily.  Somehow that seemed like a coup.  She decided to go for the deep throat.

Almost immediately, there was a hand under her chin, gently lifting it and breaking her oral purchase on his cock.  Mr. Yang was regarding her with a strained smile.

“You’re doing well, Ms. Withers,” he gasped, “but too fast.  Let’s change this up.  Please get up and get on the bed.”

Wiping her lips with her finger, she rose, glanced behind for her bearings and then backed to the bed and sat down.

“Just scoot up and get comfortable on your back.”

It crossed her mind that her subsequent scramble up the bed using arms and shoe-clad feet was less than graceful.  She needed to consider how she could do that better in the future. 

“That’s fine,” he coached.

As she settled down on her back and spread her legs she watched him mount the bed and approach her on all fours.  The sight of his slow deliberate approach put her in mind of a predatory cat.  The tip of his cock nearly touched the bed.  Her admiration of his sexual appliance was renewed – along with her apprehension.

His crawl concluded with his face hovering over hers, his straight arms supporting him on either side of her.  She felt his wet cock touching her vulva.  His knees were planted in the space between her legs.  His expression had recovered to its self-confident state.

As he lowered his face toward hers, she opened her lips expecting to be tongued.  Instead, his face bypassed hers and went to the hollow of her neck.  In moment she felt goose bumps rising as his lips went to work on her flesh.  His breath heightened the effect.

She was breathing heavily when his mouth departed her neck to work downward over her front.  With each encounter between his lips and her body she alternately stiffened and then writhed.  Her hands clawed the bedding. After seemingly interminable anticipation, it was a relief when he finally engulfed her nipple and began sucking it.  She arched her back repeatedly to try to thrust her breasts at him, wanting to heighten the sensation.

As he finished with the second nipple, she twitched under a new stimulus.  His finger was exploring her pussy.  His lips were approaching her navel when she felt his finger in her and his thumb touching her clit.  He thrummed her clit slowly back and forth, causing her to gasp.  Instinctively, she pushed her mons into his hand.

He was down on his elbows by the time his lips encountered her mons.  Then she realized his mouth was open and covering her pubis.  He sucked her as his finger stroked in and out.  Then his tongue made its first contact.  She bucked as her clit responded to the lapping action of his tongue.  As he persisted, her hands ceased plying the bedding and found his head.  His close-cropped hair gave her nothing grab onto.  She had the presence of mind not to apply her nails, but she squeezed his head tightly as she approached her climax.  She pressed her lips tightly together to suppress the tendency to scream.  Somehow it didn’t seem decorous to cry out.

When her bucking attenuated, she ascertained that her thighs had taken over the job of punishing his head.  Her hands were gripping the bedding once again.  Quickly relaxing her legs, she drew them apart to facilitate access to her sex.  She wanted more of that. She hoped he was still game to supply it.

Instead her partner availed himself of his new freedom by withdrawing his finger and regaining a four point stance.

“Ms. Withers,” he was speaking to her. 

“Uh?” was all she managed.

“Put me inside you, Ms. Withers.”

Inside?  Oh, yeah, the cock.  Gotta fuck.

She reached unerringly and captured his shaft with one hand while the other hovered nearby for back up.  Feeling the heft of his member, she was reminded of its size, causing a twinge of apprehension.  Nevertheless, she pulled him to her and worked the head between the lips of her vulva.  Satisfied that the way was clear and moist, she directed him into her fuck canal.  Sensing her successful positioning, he applied some pressure to validate his entrance.  She raised her legs, so that her lower limbs were parallel with his torso.  He waited for her to settle, then he thrust.

She felt him filling her and tensed.  He paused.

“Take a deep breath, Ms.Withers,” he instructed calmly.

His authority was unmistakable.  She did as directed and felt her vaginal muscles relaxing.  He also felt the way opening and thrust again.  The sensation was not as threatening.  She took another breath as he withdrew slightly.  On his next stroke, she pushed back enhancing his penetration.  She duplicated the pattern on his next push and was surprised at how short it was.  Then she realized that his crotch was docked with her pussy lips.  He was in.  She had all of him inside her.  No doubt, she was extremely full, but it was a wonderful feeling.

When she felt his face on hers she realized that she had had her eyes shut.  Instinctively, she opened her mouth in time to receive his tongue.  As he probed her mouth, she wound her legs around him with due regard for the effect her shoes could have on his naked back.  That accomplished, she felt at ease and even dashed her tongue playfully against his.  This fuck was going to be fine.

When he reclaimed his tongue and his face came back into view, he was wearing a slight smile.

“Are you ready, Ms. Withers?”

“Yes, sir.  You can fuck me now.”  She was pleased with how strong and sure her reply was.

Mr. Yang adjusted his position and began some slow, long strokes.  Then she felt him arch his back and attack her cunt from a slightly different angle.  Her clit buzzed.  This guy knew his job, she thought as her ragged breathing was punctuated by a gasp.

Her partner-teacher proceeded through a repertoire of strokes that combined straight line and rotary movements with varying rhythms.  Inspired by his prowess she attempted to match his moves by using her legs to pull herself into his thrusts and swiveling her hips to increase the sensation that was rising in her nether regions.  As she lifted off again toward another orgasm, she continued to gyrate even as her cognition clouded over with passion.

When she went over, she was thrashing freely and clawing at Mr. Yang’s back.  Seemingly mindless of the punishment she was inflicting, he continued to thrust, causing successive waves of spiking pleasure to carry her off. 

Amy was on the point of exhaustion when she relaxed from her last orgasm.  A reasonable level of awareness returned by the time the man between her legs at last bucked and plunged into her.  The violence of his final thrust forced yet another gasp from her.  Reacting quickly, she pulled him in close while he spent himself inside her in a succession of shudders and strangled groans.

They both remained motionless and panting for a period.  She had unwound her legs so that they lay splayed about him.  When she was able to evaluate what had transpired, she concluded that she had been fucked very well.  A pleasant fatigue coexisted in her body with vibrations of pleasure still emanating from the region of her pussy. 

As her breathing continued to slow, she casually clenched her pussy muscles to check her partner’s progress.  Surprised by what she felt, she repeated the experiment.  He was still rock hard, filling her as fully as he had before his orgasm.  Surprise gave way to concern.  Might he want to go again?  Oh God, could she stand another session like that so soon?  Unaccountably, it crossed her mind that maybe a short, unsuccessful fuck like she had this morning with Marvin was a welcome pause.  If every fuck were this prolonged, maybe she couldn’t stand the regimen at Farleigh.

Mr. Yang was up on his elbows.  The slightest hint of a smile played on his face.

“Very well done, Ms. Withers.  I hope you enjoyed my fucking you as much as I enjoyed doing it.”

“Yes, sir.  I enjoyed it very much,” she replied with formal gravity.  Then she remembered.  “And thank you.  Your cock was wonderful.”

Now he did smile – briefly.

“And thank you for sharing your pussy with me.”  After a pause: “Should we get on with the interview?”

“Sure.”  She waited for him to get off her but he made no move to do so.  He noticed her confusion.

“I’m afraid I’m still hard, so by the rules we should stay coupled.  But we can have our talk anyway.”

“Oh, all right.”  She let her surprise die down then observed, “I’m impressed that you’re still hard after all that.”

His smile was back.

“Well, to tell the truth, in order to maintain our stamina some the male faculty such as myself make use of medications that permit us to perform exceptionally.  Many times that results in the condition I’m in now – sated but still locked and loaded.  It will pass eventually.”

He continued while she digested this. 

“We could sit up while we talk if you prefer.”

She gave it a moment’s thought before replying.   She decided her present position was comfortable enough.  He was not placing that much of his weight on her and truthfully she felt inclined to remain lying in the aftermath of their vigorous sexual congress.  Too, with her pussy still fully stuffed with his cock, she didn’t feel any discomfort from fluid oozing from her.  Being vertical would change that.  When she confided her contentment with the present arrangements, he nodded. After a few adjustments in his position that required him to back his cock out of her slightly, he seemed ready to begin.

“How do you feel like you’re fitting in so far?”

“Pretty well, the fucking is demanding, but it’s fun, too.  Overall, I like it.”

His face hovering above hers didn’t change.

“I meant, how do you think you’re fitting in with your classmates?”

Her cunt twitched involuntarily.  That served to remind her that he was still hard and in her.  Where was he going with that?  She considered her answer.  She also wondered whether his being inside her gave him the ability to sense when she wasn’t being completely candid.  He apparently thought further intervention was necessary.

“Just give me a gut reaction.  Don’t over-think it.”

“Well,” she began uncertainly, “I think it’s okay.  I mean, some of them are kind of outgoing and some are quiet but everybody’s nice – more or less.”

“Who’s ‘less’?”

“Well, I guess I’m not warming up to Jet or Crystal that fast …”

“And ‘more’?”

“Well, Saree and Elle.”

The next question was what she thought of the guys she’d met.  She had no difficulty confiding that she liked the three guys who had fucked her.  She insisted she had no opinion of the others although some seemed shy.  No, she wasn’t inclined to prefer the shy ones.

When he prompted her to rate the personalities of the kids she had mentioned into “shy” and “not shy,” she acknowledged that she preferred the company of less outgoing girls and more extroverted guys.  He challenged her to analyze that conclusion.  She had an urge to squirm but found herself immobilized by his weight.  Moreover, her cunt muscles twitched again reminding her that her body was still under occupation.  It was as though Mr. Yang’s rock-hard cock was probing her mind as well as her vagina.

“I guess I like guys to take to lead and girls to be non-threatening.  I’m kind of a ‘get along’ person.”  She paused trying to avoid saying it, but finally gave in.  “It’s just that I’m a follower.”

His expression didn’t change.

“Is that a bad thing?”

She took a breath.  She had thought all of this through many times before.  It seemed reasonable that she should dust off her pre-developed thoughts and not try to anticipate what her instructor wanted to hear.

“Not always.  People have to follow sometime or nothing ever gets done.  Classrooms wouldn’t work if no one was willing to take instruction.  But always being a follower isn’t what develops character.  The trick is to recognize when you have to step forward and lead and then have the …” The word stuck momentarily.  “… courage to be assertive.”

She waited to gage his reaction.  He only let her wait a moment before he nodded approbation.  Still no change in expression.  It was then that she recognized that her vaginal muscles were no longer relaxed but were holding his cock in a loose grip.  She decided to maintain that state.

“Why do you tend to hang back in discussions?  You even hold back raising your hand until you see who else has theirs up.”

“I don’t know really.  I guess I like to watch.  I know I should participate more but I don’t feel the need.”

His face did change then.  It was thoughtful.

“Interesting.  So, it’s not fear or shyness, it’s fascination.”

She had never attached that name to her proclivities before.  It made her think and then feel better.  Maybe she wasn’t impaired – just a different perspective.  She noticed that her cunt had relaxed while she was contemplating her new revelation.

“But don’t you feel you have a duty to share and contribute?”  He was back again.

“Yeah, I know that’s the right thing to do, but I guess I really don’t feel what I have to say is as interesting or important as what I’m getting.  I mean, the people who are the most outspoken are kind of the most fascinating.”

“Well, the obvious thing I should say is that maybe what you have to say would fascinate someone else.  But what I really want say, though, is that your natural tendencies can be very useful.  It allows you to benefit from the experiences of others, avoiding the need to make your own mistakes to learn from them.  In a way, your willingness to sit and listen and learn might be characterized as a gift.  It’s an old adage that ‘to gain knowledge, you must study; to gain wisdom you must observe.’”

That was charming.  She was feeling increasingly good about herself under the tutelage of this man.

“Still, you need to think about giving something back to complete the loop.  You need to give people the benefit of your informed opinion and your experience.”

That injunction failed to dampen her newly euphoric mood.  She was smiling when she answered quietly.

“Okay.”

A subtle shift in his mood signaled that the session was probably concluding.  She tensed her vagina again.  He was still good and hard.  She considered the situation.  She also considered how much new gratitude she felt toward the man whose cock was inside her.  Then she arrived at a decision.

“You’re still hard.  Would you like to fuck me again?”

She felt his cock twitch inside her.  She clenched her muscles in response and gave him a small, knowing smile.  This time he smiled back.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

He lowered his mouth to hers.  Gently his tongue licked her lips, then behind her teeth.  He moved in closer taking her lower lip between his and sucking it gently.  By the time his tongue entered her mouth her eyes were closed and her hands were encasing his ribcage.  When he completed his exploration of the roof of her mouth, she coyly raised and touched her tongue tip to his.  They swirled around each other and he dipped underneath hers to discover the root.  By the time he completed that investigation, her legs were wrapped around him again.  Her desire for his cock was in full bloom.

When his tongue withdrew, hers pursued it into his mouth.  He prodded her tongue to take inventory of his oral cave.  She accomplished this slowly, feeling his cock twitching inside her repeatedly as she did so.  Mr. Yang now arched his back to press farther into her as he maintained oral contact.

When he finally broke off and began to slowly stroke her pussy, she marveled at the effectiveness of their all-tongue foreplay.  She was fully prepared to be fucked.

The environment of her cunt was conditioned by the remains of their earlier emissions and secretions.  The stoppered fluids came into play as they established a fucking rhythm, impeding their mutual friction.  Mr. Yang apparently ascertained the problem and lowered his angle of thrust.  This seemed to bail out her pussy of excess moisture, causing it to drizzle onto the bedding. 

Once satisfied with the results of his maneuvers, he changed up his position.  Taking her legs from around him, he knelt up straight and held her legs upward against his chest.  This tilted her cunt upward to such a degree that when she propped herself on her elbows, they were both able to watch his cock disappear into and then reemerge of her deep recesses.  She found the sight of his member pulsing in and out while being wiped by her vaginal lips very arousing.

He was also successfully locating her triggers.  Her eyes drifted closed as she emitted a thin moan with each breath.  He leaned forward to place his hands under her ass and pull her toward him.  That allowed her legs to bend at the knees and drape down his back.  This position obviated the need for effort on her part.  Eventually, she surrendered to her rising passion and settled back to enjoy what her instructor was doing to her. 

Her orgasm built nicely and left her writhing.  He paused in deference to her constricting  pussy muscles, but resumed pounding her as soon as she relented slightly.  She continued to vocalize her approval of the feelings he was arousing in her sex organs until at last he seized and then plunged into her. 

As she relaxed with her panting partner on top of her, Amy reflected that he was actually growling as he made his contribution to her fluid-filled pussy.  He had managed to push her legs from around him before he lay down on her, so she was reasonably comfortable.  This time when she assessed the state of his cock, she was relieved to find him shrinking rapidly.  As much fun as this was, there was a limit to what a girl can do.   

“I hope,” he said as he helped her to her feet a few minutes later, “that you realize that second fuck was a free ride.  I did all the work because you were such a good sport.  Normally we expect the lady to contribute as much effort as the gentleman during a good fuck.”

“Oh, yeah, I figured … oh…”  Her wobbly legs sagged under her.  When she staggered forward, he caught her in his arms.  He held her for a moment before drawing her body against his.  She already knew he was very solid and strong, but being in the vertical attitude with his large hands holding her so easily seemed like a new discovery.  With her nipples pressing against his chest and his wet cock against her abdomen, this seemed somehow more intimate than coital acts they had shared.

Abruptly he put an end to the mood by gently putting her at arm’s length.

“Got your land legs back?” he asked easily.  The lustful glint in his eye, however, had not been totally extinguished.  It was obvious that he was disengaging from her with some effort.  She sensed that he wanted her still more.  But she also instinctively knew he couldn’t afford to act on whatever sexual impulses took him in a given moment.  Even if she were willing it would be taking advantage of his position of authority.  He could only have her in the context of accepted school interaction.

She stood away from him and nodded, essaying a self-conscious smile.

“Yeah, I’m good now.  Just a little rubbery-legged after all that fucking.”

“All right then.”  He was all business.  “I think we can call our interview complete.  If you feel you need any more one-on-one this week, just communicate with me.  But overall, I think you’re coming along reasonably well.  I’ll post my formal evaluation for you to view later today.  If you have any questions at that point, call.”

He smiled a dismissal.  She was suddenly aware how freely her cunt was discharging the fruits of their sex.  The hyg seemed like the most important order of business right then.

Free period.   Time to regroup.  Things to do.  She headed for her dorm room.

As she walked her recently vacated and cleansed cunt felt strangely after being occupied for so long by so large a visitor.  She kegeled repeatedly just to be sure that everything was still functioning.  The notion that she might be permanently stretched was making her anxious.  She was telling herself that was silly when she heard Elle’s voice.

“Someone got major-league fucked.”

Amy turned to find a merry grin that matched the merry tone of her voice.  Serena was at her elbow looking equally amused.

“Girl, you are seriously bowlegged,” the latter contributed.

Amy wasn’t so much amused as concerned.

“God, does it really show that much?”

Elle and Serena reorganized their features into a more sympathetic format, but their eyes retained that twinkle.

“Well I guess we’re looking for it,” Elle began, “but, yeah, it is.  He must have given you quite a going over.”

“So tell, tell,” Serena chimed in.  “How was it being fucked by the Asian Elephant?”

Amy smiled in spite of herself at the reference.

“It was quite a trip,” she volunteered intending her reply to be a tease.

“Were you able to get all of him inside you?”  Elle looked genuinely concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I just had to fold his cock over a couple of times.”  Then she got serious.  “I was a little anxious, but he was a good coach.”

In the subsequent Q and A, her companions ferreted out the highlights.  Their reaction to her narrative was gratifying.  She was glowing with satisfaction when all of their wrist companions chimed simultaneously.  External communication, which is blocked during class periods was restored.  Each girl rapidly took inventory of the messages in her queue.  Amy noted that her mother, Jared and her two best friends were represented.  She hoped she’d have time to reply to all of those.

When she entered her vacant (why no Marvin?) dorm room after her companions had peeled off, the journal was the first order of business.  Shucking her shoes, she stretched out on the bed with her shoulders propped and began to dictate to her tablet.  Her words formed and scrolled as she talked, giving her instant feedback.  She had composed a lot of her thoughts during the interludes of the last night and the morning.  Consequently, the composition flowed freely. Her edits were just completed when her com went off.  It was Marvin.  She accepted the call eagerly, putting it on her tablet for better viewing.  The disquiet she was feeling over not seeing him dispelled.

“Hey, Roommate, wha’cha been up to?”

His grin was infectious and Amy was not in the least inclined to be immune to it.   She sat up and held her tablet in front of her.  Her legs were lying flat in front of her, displaying her pussy the way a girl should.

“Oh, you know, just fuckin’ around.”

Her mood was very “up” after successfully coupling with the mighty Yang, impressing her peers with her exploits and now putting the chore of her journal behind her.  Of course, Marvin looked as good as ever and seemed glad to see her.

“Sounds like fun.  I see Mr. Yang was in your cunt.  Anybody else?”

“I see you’re up to the minute as usual.”

“Swami Marvin knows all, tells all,” he smirked.

“So where has your guy been lately?”

“He was visiting the cunt of my counselor, Ms. Suarez, just a little while ago.”

“You’re kidding,” she reacted.

“Solemn truth,” he said, raising his right hand out of the view of the display. The video pick up automatically resized the image to include the hand.  When he lowered it the view tightened on his face again.  “You think you’re the only one who fucks faculty?”

“I mean, what are the odds that we’d both be doing our counselors on the first round?  How did yours go?”

“The sex was amazing.  I think I’m in love.”

She offered him a skeptical look when she asked, “You got on top?”

“Yeah, it was a formal fuck.  Somehow, she managed to seem submissive but there was no doubt that she was controlling everything from her back.  And the way I came …” He shook his head as though trying to clear a daze. “I think I’m too spoiled now to fuck teenaged girls.”

“That’s me and teenaged boys,” she agreed.

At his prompting, she shared the highlights of her experience with Mr. Yang.

“Hmm, sounds like you can expect a good eval from him.”

“You think?” she temporized.

“I do.”  He paused and she sensed he was done with her.  “I gotta run now.  I still haven’t finished my journal.  See you at lunch?”

When they broke off Amy felt vaguely dissatisfied by the exchange.  Why wasn’t he here?  He just seemed to be touching base.

She turned to her messages.  Since she was alone, she dumped the messages to her room system so they would display on the large wall monitor that paralleled the bed.

Her friends’ messages were along the lines of “Hope you’re getting laid enough.  Jealous of you.  Not much going on here.”  She saved them with a reminder to respond later. 

Jared’s message was equally brief.  His good wishes did include a couple of vid snips of Margot and the baby, Zack.  He was spending a few days with them before school started again.  It looked like Margot’s body was snapping back pretty well after delivery.

Her mother’s vid message showed her from the waist up – naked, of course.

“Hi, Sweets.  Hope everything’s going well so far,” her image said.  Her cheerleader’s smile was firmly in place.  Her mom confirmed that Jared was off with Margot, so she considered herself an empty-nester.  Alleviating the loneliness, her current boyfriend Eric stayed over.  Amy’s mother and Eric had been an on-going item for a while now.  They were by no means exclusive – just highly recurrent.  Nevertheless, Amy was very conscious of her mother’s special affection for him.  He was a nice guy, so Amy approved.  Her mother’s message related that the two of them would be attending a “get-together” with some other couples of their “regular crowd” later.  That probably meant mate swapping – something that they were both into.

Then came the motherly solicitation for news.  Mom suggested that Amy send pictures of some of the boys who had fucked her.  Her roommate was an item of particular interest.  Amy briefly wondered if all parents want to live vicariously through their children.

Her mother added the bombshell almost as an after thought.  She and Eric had discussed having a baby together.  That news ignited a chain reaction of emotions in Amy.  Oh, God, isn’t she too old …?  Well, maybe that would be good for … Do I want to deal with a little brother or sister …?  Babies are cute … How is that going to affect our relationship?  Does Jared know about this?  How about Dad?

She had probably been sitting there staring at the “End of Messages” script on the screen for several minutes before finally rousing herself to shut it off.  Getting up and putting her tablet away, she made a firm resolution that she was not going to respond to that message until she’d thought about it for a good long time.  Better still, she would not think about it for a good long time.  Unfortunately, it would not let go of her mind.  Need some distraction.  Not time for lunch yet.  Who’s around?  The sound from a couple rooms down drew her in that direction.  She wandered out of her room without putting on her shoes.

It was music.  It was a lone violin playing – and not half bad.  When she located the source of the sound, the scene alone proved worth the trip.  She recognized the musician.  It was her male cellmate, Scott, whose insightful analysis of the pattern of roommate assignments had impressed Consuelo last night.  Now he stood on his bed, his cock switching periodically as he bowed the instrument tucked under his chin.  At his feet reclined his roommate, Mika, a petite girl of apparent Japanese extraction who was giving him her rapt, smiling attention.  Another girl, Rhoda, sat cross legged listening in open mouthed awe.  Like Amy, Rhoda was what people these days facetiously referred to as a GVC – a Garden Variety Caucasian.

Amy vaguely recognized the spirited piece he was playing as a gypsy-style classical item – probably by some famous 19^th century composer.  Scott played it with considerable verve, plunging his body behind each new bow stroke.  The sympathetic movement of his flaccid penis and a stray lock of hair on his forehead seemed an integral part of the performance.  His gaze to seemed focused along the neck of the instrument as though oblivious of his state and his surroundings.

Amy joined in the vigorous applause when he concluded the impromptu concert.  He dismounted his violin with a flourish and executed a deep bow.  His face finally broke its solemn cast and split into a grin, belying the pleasure he derived from his audience’s accolades.  He registered some surprise at seeing Amy in his doorway.

“See?” he declared, “Girls can’t resist musicians.  A few hot licks on the fiddle and they’re all over me.”

“I don’t think it’s that,” Rhoda opined.  “I think it’s because you have such a big bow.”

“Yeah,” Mika agreed, “what girl doesn’t want to get fucked by a guy with a big bow?”

Scott pretended to be hurt.

“I have a mind, too, you know.”

He was looking at Amy.  It seemed like an invitation, so she spoke.

“That was amazing.  How long have you been playing?”

“Only a few minutes,” he deadpanned, then grinned.  “I started when I was six.”

She liked the way that unruly lock teased his eyebrows above those bright eyes with their mischievous glint.

Both of his companions got to their knees and crept toward him.  Mika got there first and appropriated his cock.  She popped the head into her mouth.  Rhoda had to settle for cupping his balls.

“Save some for me,” the latter girl enjoined with mock peevishness.  She looked over her shoulder at Amy.  “Care for some musician?  It’s fresh.” she invited.  Her dark hair framed a multiply-pierced ear.

Amy didn’t feel comfortable about group sex.

“Uh, thanks.  I’ll just watch for now.”

Almost before she finished her reply, Mika had turned Scott’s very rigid cock over to her colleague who took half of its length into her mouth in the first gulp.  For her part, the Asian girl took over manipulating her roommate’s scrotum.  She was smiling up at his dazed expression as her hand crept behind him.

“Oh,” was all he managed as he bucked in reaction to her goosing him.  He began to sway as her hand continued to work back there.  “Uh, can you take these?”  Unsteadily, he extended his violin and bow to Amy.  She placed one knee on the bed as she reached up to take them.

By the time she had carefully laid her charges on the desk, Scott had sunk to his knees.  A moment later he was on his back. His momentarily freed cock displayed remarkable integrity as it pointed unsupported at the ceiling.  The girls switched assignments again.  Instead of sucking him, though, Mika swung a leg over him and made ready to mount.

“Don’t get him off.  You promised me a ride too,” Rhoda entreated.

Mika smiled at her companion.

“Nothing to worry about.  He’s got plenty of stay in him.  He just fucked his counselor.  He’ll take a while to recycle.”

Amy was impressed with the clinical evaluation as the girl settled down on Scott’s cock and began to ride him.  Scott was responsive.  As he handled Mika’s tits, he asked Rhoda if she wanted her pussy eaten.  A few minutes later Rhoda was squeaking her approval as she straddled Scott’s head.  Eventually the two girls acceded to the obvious opportunity by leaning forward to engage in intense kissing while they massaged each other’s breasts.

When both of them had succeeded in getting off, they switched places.  Amy noted that Scott’s hips continued to thrust the open air between its imprisonments by a pussy.  His climax interrupted the reconstituted kiss between his two partners.  Rhoda allowed him to pull her tightly down on him while he delivered his packet of semen.

Mika dismounted and sat to one side, fluffing her hair while she watched the interaction between her partners. The jewel stud piercing on the side of her nose glinted.  Rhoda for her part sat quietly and monitored Scott’s twitches and humps as his climax subsided.  Her demeanor reminded Amy of a cat or raptor calmly watching its smitten prey twitch out its death throes.  The two well-sexed girls exchanged smiles as Scott relaxed at last.  Rhoda made no attempt to dismount until the boy’s eyes flickered open and his breathing was near normal.  He was smiling wearily when she at last swung her leg off him and reclined on the bed.

In the hyg afterward, the atmosphere among the four of them was party-like.  Scott good-naturedly complained about his legs’ being wobbly.  Mika noted that his previously stiff cock was wobbly now, too.  Although that was a feeble joke, they all laughed uproariously. 

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