Freshman Orientation

Monday Later

Marvin was the dominant thought on her mind as Amy and her three companions approached the cafeteria.  When she spotted him, he was surrounded by a few acolytes.  Among them was Crystal.  Amy was put off by that but decided to approach Marvin anyway.  Allying her concern he looked up at her arrival and didn’t miss a beat before stepping forward and engaging her in a very satisfactory embrace and tongue touch.  That social obligation dispensed with, he swept her along on an arm as he gathered his crew and headed inside.

Amy remained at Marvin’s side and participated in the swirl of conversation in his clique (she began to think of it like that).  As the meal concluded, Marvin leaned closer to her for a one-on-one.

“Get your journal done?” he inquired.

“Yeah. How about you?”

“I think it needs some tweaking before it’s ready to go.  I’ll do that at tea time.”

“Tea time?”

“The 1600 time slot, that’s what some of the teachers call it.”  He paused and then asked with a smile.  “What did you say about me?”

Somehow she knew that was coming and was ready.

“Nice things,” she replied promptly.  She reinforced her reply with a smile and a squeeze of his thigh.

He seemed pleased with that and leaned his face toward her.  Happily reassured, she parted her lips and extended her tongue.  He tasted of barbecue.  Good thing she like barbecue.

The throng gradually dispersed into cellmate groups that drifted toward their 1300 meetings.  Amy was noting that her cell was meeting on the lawn when she looked up to find Scott with her. 

“I guess we’re headed to the same place,” he offered with a small smile. 

Amy was suddenly glad for his company.  She smiled back to let him know his companionship was welcome.  She appreciated for the first time how the combination of his blue eyes and nearly-black hair made a very appealing package.

As they started for the meeting place, Amy recalled Mika’s earlier comment, put two and two together and realized that Scott had fucked Ms. Puskin.  She asked how it had gone.

“Amazing,” Scott responded grin.  “She has the most talented cunt I’ve ever been in.  Mind you, it was not a free ride.  She is a demanding fuck, but she didn’t try to overpower me. As long as I stuck to fundamentals she was good with it.”  He paused and added a little wistfully, “I sure did come, though.  She milked me like a cow.”

“My roommate said the same thing about fucking his counselor.  He was on top but she was in charge.”

“About right,” he agreed.  “These ladies know their business.  I think …”

“So what’s the buzz?” 

It was Elle.  She and Serena just caught up with them unnoticed. 

“Just talkin’ about fuckin’,” Scott replied with elaborate casualness.

Serena rolled her eyes knowingly.

“Seems like if you’re not fucking, you’re either talking about your last fuck or thinking about your next one.”

“I’m amazed I’m not all fucked out,” Elle observed.  “Actually, I’m looking forward to the next one.  This is so not like me.  Do you think they put something in the food?”

“More likely it’s something in your hormones,” Scott observed with a smirk.

“Yeah, I think it’s the power of suggestion,” Amy chimed in.  “I think that the situation we’ve been put in makes us more receptive to the idea of serial fucking.”  She looked at Scott.  “How many times have you done a threesome before today?”

“I must admit that I was a threesome virgin,” Scott allowed.

“It looked like Mika and Rhoda planned in advance to double team you.  I wonder if they’d ever done that before,” Amy rejoined.

“So this is pack behavior?” Elle proposed.

“I think that’s a good way to put it,” Amy agreed.

The four were silent for a moment.  Finally Scott spoke.

“Well, if I have to be manipulated, this is how I’d want to be used.”

“Guys are down with anything as long as it involves them getting hard and shooting off,” Serena concluded.

They continued over the campus to the appointed spot.  It was a shaded area of lawn partially surrounded by a stand of trees.  A few of their cellmates were already there, sitting or reclining on the grass.  Saree was easily recognizable, sitting up straight with her legs folded flat in front of her.  Indu knelt open-legged nearby, sitting back on her heels with her tablet lying beside her.  George was standing.  Two boys, Rashid and Luis reclined in their midst.  An easy conversation seemed to be in progress. 

Simultaneous with Amy’s group’s arrival, Fran and Lisa showed up accompanied by Brian, Dwayne and Win.  As they all exchanged greetings and took seats, the rest of the cell drifted in.  One of the guys who came in with Tovah was displaying a full hard-on.  He was trying to act nonchalant but was having difficulty suppressing a self-conscious smirk.  Smiling Jet with an entourage of three guys was the last to arrive.  Amy looked at her crotch and concluded that she had been recently – and thoroughly – fucked.

“Hey, girl,” Serena hailed her.  “I’m surprised you can still walk.”

“Walk?  I’m surprised she stops fucking long enough to come to sessions,” George observed.

If possible, Jet’s smile broadened.

“Why, I’m just doing what I can to relieve sexual tension on campus.”

The chuckles percolated as this last group settled in.  Saree asked what the exchange was about.  Serena disclosed that Jet had taken on two guys at lunch – one in each end as she posed on all fours.  Then, on a challenge she took another guy in the ass after lunch.  Saree’s reaction to this information was inscrutable.  She was definitely impressed but whether positively or negatively Amy could not determine.

Win, the Asian boy that had fucked Saree so poorly in the formal fuck training the previous day, got to his feet.

“Uh, I was designated to MC this meeting,” he started, not looking at anyone.  Amy felt his shyness acutely.

“I think the first business is for someone to read off the pairings.”  He saw Indu hold up her tablet and nodded.  “I guess that’s you.”  He stood self consciously while Indu knelt up straight with her legs apart and consulted her tablet’s display.

“Okay.  Here we go,” she said.  Her white teeth flashed brilliantly against her dark skin as she smiled broadly and bent to her task.  From the way she thrust her crotch forward while all eyes were on her caused Amy to conclude that she was enjoying the limelight.

Amy was paired with Dwayne, a medium height, well-muscle black boy.  His dark complexion and uncompromising African features were beyond the margins of Amy’s experience.  As he rose to come to her side, she watched the sway of his impressive cock. She concluded that being fucked by him would likely be a “stretch.”

As Amy offered her new partner a welcoming smile she heard Indu announce that Saree and Rashid were partners.  Remembering Saree’s odd remark about fornication the previous day, Amy looked around to find the Muslim girl.  Saree’s eyes were wide as she watched Rashid sidle over to her.  Amy was sure that the other girl was in some turmoil.  This would bear watching.

Amy had time to note that Win was paired with Elle and Scott drew Serena before Win cleared his throat to begin.

“The agenda for this and the rest of the 1300 sessions this week is to have a discussion on the topic of the day, do the sexercise and then fuck.  The sexercise today is pussy eating   …”  He was interrupted by applause from the girls.  Jet whooped.  When the disturbance subsided, he was smiling.  “I guess that’s a popular idea,” he ad-libbed gamely, then, “We have an hour and a half to get all that done.  I have to watch the time.”

Win drew himself up and attempted to assume an officious attitude.  Amy noted that his cock had retracted to the point that it barely covered his balls.  She felt renewed sympathy for another shyness sufferer.

“All right.  We need to get the discussion going.  The topic is the contribution of the Naked-In-School Program to society’s present attitudes toward nudity and sex.”  He paused and blinked at his unresponsive audience.  “Uh, I think it was critical to bringing those things out of the closet and making them … uh, acceptable.”

Tovah came to his rescue. 

“Well, I think nudity and sexual taboos were on their way out before the Program ever got started, but these kinds of things run in cycles.  I mean, liberal attitudes toward sex and body acceptance have come and gone throughout history.  They would catch on for a while but then Puritanical backlash would set in and they’d be swept back into the closet.  I think the NIS program cemented public nudity and free sex as permanently acceptable behaviors by introducing it to kids in public school in their formative years.”

“I agree,” Scott chimed in.  “I think it was the great wedge that held the closet door open long enough to produce a generation of tolerant people, but that really didn’t set the free sex society in place permanently.  It was the backlash and counter-backlash that did it.”

“What’s that mean?” Elle asked.

“Well,” Scott replied, obviously warming to the subject. “The public school system historically has sought a lowest common denominator on matters of ethics, behavior and stuff like that – you know, sexual mores.”

“Morays?  Aren’t they eels?”

Everyone looked at Brian.  He was a tall, lanky boy with a shock of reddish-brown hair and a seemingly perpetual smirk.  Scott stiffened, apparently thinking he was being mocked, but Amy saw that Brian didn’t mean any harm.  The latter picked up on Scott’s discomfiture.

“Just kidding,” he said contritely.  “I couldn’t resist.  Go ahead – please.”

Scott seemed mollified.  Actually, he seemed eager to drive on.

“What it boiled down to is whatever no parent or community leader complained about was considered ‘the norm’ and the ‘community standard.’  Anything that rose above or sank below the norm was diligently stamped out by school authorities.  So certain books were banned from school libraries, teachers who were too explicit in sex ed were dismissed and faculty who got too ‘involved’ with their students or sports team members were warned.

“But while the public school administrators were trying to pander to the community noise makers, they were letting academics slide.  That generated a demand for more accountability in education, so things like charter schools, school vouchers and other alternatives sprang up.  Some of these were sponsored by groups who were out of the ‘main stream’ that the public schools were the custodians of.  That kind of set the stage.

“When STDs were largely cured or stamped out, attitudes toward sex kind of relaxed.  What was permitted in media and entertainment started to broaden.  Then when it became acceptable to make long term contraception available to young girls and unwanted teen pregnancies became rare, attitudes relaxed still more.  It started being generally accepted to present fashion that bared more than it covered, naked TV weather persons, nude volleyball broadcasts and explicit sex in just about any format that they could think of.  Nudity and sex started breaking out all over the place – and the young people took to it with a vengeance. 

“People who previously worried about sex being too pervasive started to be concerned that kids were abusing sex.  Since there was no longer much point in protecting kids from sexual influences, the focus sort of shifted to developing a ‘healthier’ attitude toward sex.  In a weird conjunction of public concern for child welfare and a strong sentiment for freedom of choice, the government acted and the Program was born.  The genie was out of bottle.”

Scott paused with obvious self-satisfaction while he assessed his impact on his audience.  Assured that he commanded their rapt attention, he continued.

“The backlash wasn’t long in coming.  Some of the private and charter schools set themselves up as refuges from the Program.  More were established every day.  They were going to be the homes of ‘family values’ and ‘Christian morality.’  But there was a counter movement to adopt special theme schools that went beyond the Program.  There were schools that celebrated free choice, including sexual freedom.  When the dust settled there was a spectrum of attitudes and philosophies about sex and nudity but the center was occupied by the public schools and the Program.  That was the new ‘community standard’ and the new ‘norm.’”

There was silence for a moment and then George spoke.

“Where did you get all that?  You sound like a professor.”

Scott smiled modestly.

“My mother and stepdad are both PhD educators.  They write articles and books about such stuff.”

“And you read ’em?”

“Well, proofread them.  And I help with the research.”

No one seemed eager to comment on a presentation with such obvious authority.  But then Jet spoke up.

“I think the Program just allowed what’s natural.”

Eyes swung toward where she was reclining propped on one arm.  One leg was puddled in front of her while the foot of the other was planted supporting a vertically bent knee.  Her other arm was draped across her hip with the hand unconcernedly plying her clit with one finger.

“I mean,” she continued, her soft drawl seeming more prominent, “we all have the urge to fuck as soon as we hit puberty.  Nature wired us up to want to mate as soon as we’re able.  Trying to prevent kids from fucking was sooo not natural.”  She smiled.  “You could almost say it was a sin.”

Amy felt herself joining in the smiling that flickered from face to face.

“And preventing nudity was the same thing.”

It was Amy’s partner, Dwayne, who spoke.

“My great grandfather told me that where my dad’s people came from in Africa, the tribe almost never wore clothes.  They only put ornamental loin cloths or whatever on for ceremonial occasions – you know, weddings and such.  He said it was the white missionaries and land grabbers that put us in pants.  We got along for maybe thousands of years without a stitch and who was hurt?  Just Euro sensibilities.”

Tova was smiling and shaking her head.

“Actually, as a Jew I’ll have to take the rap for the Euro attitudes.  Ancient Europeans were pretty causal about sex and nudity before Christians arrived dragging along their taboos which they got from the old Judeo tradition.  They retagged the discovery of sex by Adam and Eve in Genesis ‘original sin’ and started a 2,000 year guilt trip.”

“Don’t be too anxious to take the credit for the Jews,” Rashid enjoined.  He was sitting upright next to Saree with his hand on her upper thigh very close to her sex.  He was looking across her body as he addressed the group.  For her part, Saree was casting her gaze everywhere but at her partner.

“Those sexual inhibitions had a long tradition among the nomadic peoples of the Middle East before Abraham ever got around to getting circumcised.  The tough herding people needed some pretty straight-laced rules to keep order among themselves.  When flocks and other wealth-generating possessions were typically divided among offspring, it was important to know who was who’s issue.  If your wife was a bed hopper, that made things complicated.  That’s why they stoned adulterers – female adulterers, that is. 

“Of course, they looked down on city folks who were a lot less inhibited.  You know, people who lived in towns with names like Sodom and Gomorrah.  Like Moses, Mohammed took those anti-sex rules and formalized them into something even more stringent.”  He smiled sidelong at Saree who continued to avoid his gaze.  “To think this lovely young lady here whose cunt I will soon be enjoying would have to be covered from head to toe in the most shapeless tent you can imagine just to make sure that no one would lust after her.  To me, that would be a sin.”

Saree glanced up sharply at him but then immediately dropped her eyes.  Amy wondered if Rashid was picking up on his partner’s discomfort.

“I don’t think the Muslims had the market cornered on hiding women’s bodies,” Elle added as the discussion rolled on.  “Have you ever seen those Victorian costumes?  Those women must have been wearing hectares of cloth.”

“That was only the tip of the iceberg,” Serena rejoined.  “Ever hear what they wore under all that cloth?  Do you know what corsets are?  Woman’s bodies were squeezed into unnatural shapes and bound up to keep their jiggly parts from jiggling in an unseemly manner.  I think that, just like the Muslims, they were trying to keep sex under wraps.  In both cases, they blamed women as the source of sinful sex and punished us for it.”

Amy was beginning to feel some discomfort that gender divisiveness was surfacing.

“I don’t buy that.”  Everyone looked at Win.  Amy was surprised to see he was sitting up straight and returning the group’s gaze steadily.  “Men didn’t sit around in a room figuring out what women should wear.  It was a whole repressive attitude that women were part of.  Women used it against each other to inhibit sexy women and discourage female behavior that might cause domesticated men to ‘stray.’”

“He’s right.  Women used the tyranny of fashion,” Luis asserted.  “So called ‘decent women’ would always disapprove of women who were more up front about their sexuality.”

“I think we were all in this together.” Scott was contributing again.  “There were times when fashion would start getting sexy and revealing – usually in times when people were feeling optimistic about the future. For instance, fashion in France right after the Revolution showed women’s breasts, then Napoleon – who was not a woman, last I heard – came in and punked the party.  That was the way the cycle worked.  Whenever things got liberal, the trigger would get pulled and backlash would set in. Puritanism would take over again.  It wasn’t until the 20^th century that the sight of women’s ankles in public became permanently acceptable.” 

“Then it was the war of the hemlines.” Lisa was there.  “Our class did a project on clothing fashions.  In the 1920’s, 40’s and 60’s the hemlines were high.  In between they were ‘way down.  In the 70’s women mostly wore pants!”

“I don’t buy the conspiracy theory.  It wasn’t just prudes policing the sluts.”  George was shaking her head, causing the alternating streaks of her blunt cut to mix it up.  “We girls are naturally competitive.”  Suddenly, she assumed a look of wide-eyed mock horror and put a hand to her mouth.  “Oops, did I say that out loud?”  She grinned at her joke as she continued.  “I guess I let the secret out.  We girls can’t leave well enough alone because we’re always trying to one-up each other in how we look.  When that happens, fashion changes.  It’s a fact of life not every girl looks good in every possible fashion.  If what was ‘in’ at a given time wasn’t flattering on me, I’d look for something else.  If what I was wearing caught on with my crowd and other people thought it looked good – or different – that ‘something else’ would be ‘in’.”

“And keeping that stirred up and moving was the job of the ‘rag trade.’” Amy got caught up in the discussion and felt compelled to comment as it touched her own sense of history. “There was a huge amount of money to be made in setting the next ‘look.’  There was none in perpetuating the old look.  People won’t buy new if it looks like the stuff they already have in their closets.”

“The funny part is that when nudity started catching on people worried that that was the end of the clothing industry.”  It was Francesca.  “I guess I would have thought so, too.  But every girl here knows what they charge now for ‘clothes’” – her voice conveyed her sarcasm – “that expose your boobs, cunt and ass.  Basically, they’re just accessorizing your naked body display.”

“Which is really all clothes did anyway,” Jet observed approvingly.

“I think that’s going to be it for the discussion.”  Win was back on his feet.  “Time’s up.  You’re supposed to record your impression of this session in your daily journal.”  He smiled sheepishly.  “I’m not sure we stayed on topic, but nobody said we had to.”

“It was a good talk,” Scott volunteered.  “I think it was worthwhile.  I learned something.”

Win apparently took encouragement from the round of nods.

“Okay, then let’s move on with the sexercise.  The guys remember the rules: They have to bring the girls off with their mouths before they’re allowed to fuck them.  After you’ve fucked, you can leave.”  He looked around and shrugged.  “Okay?”

Hearing no response, he knelt down in front of Elle.  As their gazes connected, Amy stopped watching because her partner was now kneeling in front of her.  Dwayne was wearing a slight smile of expectation.  She was too busy wondering what to do next to return it.

She had been sitting cross-legged on the grass, but now it occurred to her that the proceedings would require her to open her legs.  Hastily she moved to set her feet apart and lean back propped on her arms.  As she did so, she noted that her partner’s cock was showing signs of life. 

There was not much time to contemplate these developments.  Dwayne leaned forward, supporting himself by planting his arms on either side of her.  She read his intent and opened her mouth to meet his.  With her eyes closed, she joined him in exchanging tongue thrusts.  When she felt him draw back she opened her eyes to read his purposeful expression.

“Lay back and relax,” he almost crooned.  “I’m going to make you feel good.”

Reassured by his gentle injunction, she complied readily.  Once she had lain back on the grass, he collected her legs and draped them over his shoulders.  Satisfied with the arrangement, he lay down and placed his hands on her buttocks.  She closed her eyes as she felt his mouth engage her cunt.

Suck, lick, probe then he tentatively licked her clit.  Okay so far.  Then she realized that her body had tensed with anticipation.  She was in the process of trying to relax when he started rapidly lapping at her clit.  The amazing sensation that generated elicited a whimper from her.  She twitched repeatedly as he scored a series of hits on her trigger.

She was gasping and writhing continually when he shifted his attack.  Reclaiming one of his hands he inserted one, then two fingers into her without losing his tongue rhythm.  He stroked his fingers slowly as though seeking … there!  She moaned and thrashed as he found her spot.

She heard a female cry as a bright ball of pleasure exploded in her abdomen and engulfed her body.  It was only later that she surmised the cry had been hers.  Neither was she conscious of how her thrashing legs were punishing her partner’s back and head.  Undeterred, he continued his assault on her cunt raising more orgasmic waves.  Eventually fatigue crept in, curtailing her ability to react to the sensations that were coursing through her.  Dwayne apparently decided that she had had enough.

When she recovered sufficiently to open her eyes, he was kneeling between her legs clutching his very hard cock.  He was coming for his reward.  He had done an excellent job.  She was more than happy to let him have it.

As he bent to his task she noted that his cock was not only exceptional length but also bowed upward like a banana.  It also appeared that it thickened noticeably toward the root, making the head appear smaller, almost like a spear point.  That, coupled with his dark pigmentation that made his shaft seem purple, gave her a sense that something unusual was about to occur.

The sensation of his entry wiped her mind clear of thought.  She remembered to take deep breaths with each stroke.  When he completed his conquest of her cunt, she knew it was going to be fine.  She eagerly met his tongue kiss, hoping that he would proceed with the fuck expeditiously.  Thankfully, he did not delay.  He was already beginning to stroke her cunt before she managed to get her legs around him.

As they settled into a tempo, Amy relaxed and let her head roll to the side.  Through half open eyes she saw the dimpling buttocks of Rashid rising and falling between Saree’s legs.  For her part, the girl’s head was turned aside with her eyes closed, her face taut and mouth open in a picture of passion.  It would occur to Amy later, whatever reservations Saree had to being fucked by her co-religionist, it did not inhibit her enjoyment of the experience.

As her own passion rose, Amy turned her attention back to the boy inside her.  He had picked up the pace and she facilitated efforts by pulling strongly with her legs with each in-stroke.  When she remembered the vigor of her efforts later she thought it was like she was using his cock to fuck herself.

Amy was very aroused but not quite over when her guest twitched, then lurched.  Its owner lunged forward, his weight driving his appliance as deeply into her as possible.  His prolonged vocalization was more like a bray.   It startled her for a moment, then she recovered and tightened her legs around him as he spurted inside her.

When his pulsing subsided and gave way to random jerks, she pulled him down on top of her.  She reveled in the hardness of his body, feeling his weight pressing on her breasts and pushing her more deeply into the grass.  Boys are fun, she reflected blissfully. They’re sooo eager and sooo needy.   It’s so cute how a boy will do practically anything to please a girl so she’ll let him fuck her.

As she lay wrapped in her pleasant haze listening to – and feeling – her partner’s labored breathing, she allowed her head to lull to the side.  There was Saree and Rashid.  They had also concluded their love-making.  Rashid lay between his partner’s legs whose vertical, bent knees surrounded him.  He was propped on his elbows face to face with her, apparently engaged in serious conversation.  For her part, Saree lay with her body flat but tense.  Amy got the impression that if she could, Saree would draw back from him –maybe even flee.

Her own partner’s stirring drew Amy’s attention away from the couple.  Inspired, she stroked the back of his neck and murmured her appreciation for his fucking her.  In response, he raised his head and offered his tongue.  She accepted and sucked it slowly, turning the act into a tease.   She felt him twitch inside her.  An exploratory clench of her vaginal muscles suggested that he had slowed his post-coital retreat.  She wondered if – oh, better not get carried away.  As much as she was enjoying her partner’s reaction to her explorations, she decided to leave off.  She didn’t want to jeopardize her schedule by rekindling her partner’s desire for her.  Save some for next time. 

Dwayne’s broad features were smiling as he decoupled and dismounted her.  She sneaked a peak at his cock and found that her cunt had tamed the Purple Python very effectively.  His penis was now a docile ebony crotch hanging – very decorative, she decided.

Amy sat up, resolving to make small talk with her erstwhile lover when movement in the corner of her eye diverted her attention.  Saree was on her feet, eluding Rashid’s extended arm and abruptly departing the scene.  Concerned, Amy turned quickly back to Dwayne and apologized for having to go after her friend as she scrambled to her feet.

She took only a step before her knees sagged.  She recovered her balance and assessed the situation.  Of course, fucking makes one weak in the knees.  Have to take it easy and regain – but Saree was escaping.  No time.  Gotta go.

After a few hobbled steps, Amy was able to regain her stride and hurry after the other girl.

“Saree?” she asked as soon as she was close.

Saree turned abruptly to face her.  Distress was evident on her face.

“Is something wrong?”

Saree gazed at her for a moment as if not comprehending the question.  Then her eyes focused.

“Well, it’s kind of … I don’t know …” she looked helplessly at Amy.  “I’m not sure how explain it.”

“Did Rashid do something?” Amy knew that wasn’t it but she wanted to focus Saree on the source of her distress.

“Oh, no.  I mean … he didn’t do anything he wasn’t supposed to, but you know what I said yesterday about fornicating?”  Amy nodded quickly.  “Well I may have just done it.  And that’s bad.”

Amy shuffled her expression from inquiring to perplexed.  Saree seemed inclined to elaborate when both of their wrist companions went off.  Open communication period again.  Amy eschewed checking her messages as she watched the other girl consult her heads up display.

“Oh, he called.  I can reach him now.”

“Who?”

“My Imam – my religious leader.”

Amy remained.

“He can answer my question about whether I …”  Saree seemed reluctant to name her concern.  “… whether I sinned.”  She seemed momentarily confused as though someone else had finished her statement, then:  “I gotta go.  I’ll talk to you later.”

Amy watched her hurry off for a moment before setting off in the direction of her room.  Sin?  She was familiar with the concept.  Dante’s Inferno was all about sin and Paradiseo about virtue.  Amy assumed that they were more or less obsolete concepts, although she knew there were still religious groups that railed against sin and immorality.  She had concluded that either of those ideas only had meaning in the context of belief in God.  Since few people she knew seemed to address religion and God, Amy really hadn’t had to deal with sex as sin. 

She understood that Islam was traditionally a very conservative religion, but so were most other major systems of belief.  Lately it seemed as though people she was aware of with that tradition had softened in their attitudes and become pretty much main stream.  She recalled some Muslim girls in the public high school who came to classes nude except for head scarves that completely hid their hair.  One was a cheerleader who performed nude – without even a head scarf – in front of sports crowds.  Amy had been at a school function for incoming 9^th graders at which a few of these upper class Muslim girls were present.  When one of the younger girls in Amy’s group asked about her head scarf the naked Muslim girl just laughed and said it made her grandmother happy.  After the affair, Amy had spotted that same girl pressing her naked body against an equally naked male student as they shared a moment of passionate kissing in the parking lot.  When they broke, the girl stroked her partner’s cock before stepping into his vehicle and driving off with him.

Saree seemed perfectly comfortable with nudity and fucking, but not with Rashid.  This didn’t yield to logical analysis, she concluded.  Better get on with other things.  This was only a half hour break.  There was work to do.

Instead of taking the time to traipse back to her room to do her journal with her own tablet, Amy sought out a booth in the library.  It took her a little while to concentrate on the topic of the discussion.  As stimulating as she found it at the time, she was now more interested in Saree’s situation.  When she did focus, however, she found she was able to bring some additional thoughts to the subject that hadn’t occurred to her before.  A few quick searches also provided some fodder for her efforts.  She put together a few sweeping paragraphs riffing on what had been said.  She concluded that the Program had indeed been fundamental to bringing society to where it was now.

She was admiring her output when she received a call.  It was Marvin.

“Hey, I came back to the room expecting to find you here.”

Jeeze, zigged when I should have zagged again.  Story of my life, she thought, annoyed.

She advised him of her whereabouts and occupation and registered her contriteness over missing him.  He assured her of his understanding and agreed that it was very efficient of her to use the library.  After noting that their next session was together, they arranged a meeting place and then disconnected.

Amy fussed with her journal a bit longer.  Secretly she was glad that she and Marvin had missed each other.  She was much more interested in getting her entry honed than a possible tryst with her roommate.  She wondered momentarily if that indicated that she was obsessive. 

Finally, she decided it was getting too late.  Reluctantly she posted it and decamped for her next session.

Amy and Marvin’s next period was volleyball practice.  He was waiting for her at one of the entrances to the main building.  She was running late and he was such a dear to wait.  She tongued him briefly to express her gratitude. 

They were obliged to hurry across campus.  As they speed-walked side-by-side, Amy felt her breasts swaying and bobbing with her efforts.  That sensation caused her to glance and her partner’s crotch.  Yes, his penis was swinging in sympathy with his strides.  The thought crossed her mind that watching a naked man engaged in physical exertion was titillating.

They came up behind a clutch of naked backs at the edge of one of the outdoor volleyball courts.  The arriving freshmen were watching an intra-squad game in progress.  Non-playing members of team sat or stood along the far sideline.  Mr. Cochran, the assistant headmaster, stood in their midst with Ms. Pushkin.  Amy recalled that they were the head and assistant coaches of the team.

As they watched the naked bodies on the sand-covered court jump and dig, a girl missed her relay.  A short whistle from Mr. Cochran stopped play.

“You know why you missed that set, Melissa?” he asked sharply.

The tanned offender with the coppery ponytail nodded.  Her ample tits stood in contrast to her otherwise lean frame.

“I got distracted,” she admitted without meeting his gaze.

“Checking out the freshmen?” he inquired.  “Plenty of time for that, but you’ll never get that shot back.”  His gaze swept the full squad.  “Stay in the moment, people.  Concentrate!”

He bade them resume.  As the squad complied, he turned and said something to Ms. Pushkin, then crossed the back edge of the court and walked toward the Freshmen.

“Come on over here, you fascinating creatures, where you won’t distract my team.”

His sarcastic humor drew a few smiles, but it was a tense crowd.  Since volleyball was the hands down most popular sport in Farleigh – as it was in most high schools these days – there was a large turnout of Freshman hopefuls.  Despite its small size, Farleigh was a force in high school competition, particularly with their mixed gender team.

Close up Mr. Cochran was a more impressive physical specimen than Amy imagined from her exposure to him the previous day.  His hairy presentation partially masked his excellent muscular definition around his abs and hips which made an appropriate frame for his authoritative cock. 

At Mr. Cochran’s direction, the group sprawled on the grass while he remained standing.  Without regard to Marvin’s location Amy sat with her arms propping her from behind.  She planted her feet wide apart in front of her.  Then on impulse she threw back her head and shook her hair free.  When she faced forward again she noticed that the coach was just raising his gaze from between her legs.  She realized with no particular concern that her pussy was pointed directly in the coach’s line of sight and that she was the closest to him.  Did his cock look a bit more attentive than it did a moment ago?

“Okay, listen up,” he began needlessly.  The group was completely silent and intent on his speech.  “This week you people are tourists.  You’ll only be able to practice an hour a day during orientation, but once that’s over you’ll be getting serious evaluation.  I doubt that any of you will be able to show you can play varsity this year, but how much playing time you’ll get on the Freshman team and whether you make the JV squad will depend on what you show me and Ms. Pushkin.”

He paused as his eyes traveled around the group.  They lit momentarily on Amy’s pussy again. His cock had definitely lifted off his balls.  From her perspective it appeared to be pointing at her like a fat, one-eyed serpent.  For moment she had a picture of her kissing the tip of that cock.  Startled, she reigned in her wandering mind and forced it back to the coach’s words.

“… work hard individually, but most of all I’m looking for people who mesh as a team,” he was saying.  She concluded that she hadn’t missed much.  “This game is played on the instinctive level.   You have to know the situation – who’s near you, what they can do and where the ball is – without thinking.  To do that you have to know your teammates as well as you know yourself.  If you’re concentrating on competing with your teammates, if you don’t respect the abilities of your teammates, if you are intimidated by the skill of your teammates, we all may as well quit right now.  We have to lose the ‘I’ and replace it with ‘we.’  So how do we do that?”

During his pause he received no response to his rhetorical question. 

“We do it by deliberately and consistently interacting off the field as well as on.  We need to get to know each other very well.  So my team members hang out together, study together, eat together and fuck each other.”  He let that statement hang in the air for a moment before continuing.  “Yes, I make it a point to make sure that my team members are having sex with each other.  Now, I don’t keep a schedule and make bed assignments, but if I detect any lack of synchronization between a male and female on this team, the first thing I’m going to do is make sure they spend the night together.  If two members of the same sex are having problems, I’ll assign them to share sex partners.  I firmly believe that you’re always on the same page with a person you’re exchanging body fluids with.”

As he continued, Amy began to get that old feeling of anticipation between her legs.  Here we go again: another delicious helping of man.  Nevertheless, she was impressed with the frankness with which the coach stated his requirements for team participation.  Is fucking integral to everything here?

“Okay, get your shoes off, do some stretching and get down to the court and we’ll give you some play time.  Show some hustle.”

Without another word or look he turned and strode back in the direction of the practice.  Amy parked her shoes and did a few hamstring stretches before following the crowd to courtside.  It seemed to her that some people skipped the stretch, but she didn’t want to seem to straggle, so she hurried after them.

Ms. Pushkin gathered half the upperclassmen team members and retired to the adjacent court.  Mr. Cochran selected about half the Freshman candidates and directed them to follow her.  Marvin went with Ms. Pushkin’s group.  Amy remained with the head coach.

On the coach’s order a partial side of upperclassmen assembled on either side of the net.  He filled out the sides with picked freshmen.  Amy remained on the sideline with one other freshman girl and three upperclassmen males.  The boys briefly looked Amy and her companion over and one smiled, but no one said anything as play got underway.  After that, all eyes were on the court.

Amy watched the play closely.  The Freshmen were making beginner mistakes, no doubt due to nerves.  Due to their misses, plays were breaking.  Amy concluded the main mistake they were making was over-playing their position, trying to make plays they should be leaving for others.  The upperclassmen were much more disciplined. 

Suddenly the coach called a halt.  In a whirl, Amy, the other Freshman girl and the three boys were in the contest.  She barely settled into her spot in the back row when her teammate served.  The subsequent volley broke the serve with no point.  The other side served with the same result. 

The rotation put Amy in serving position.  Her heart was thudding.  She lowered her head as she turned the ball over and over.  Concentrate.  Don’t overdo it.  Just get it over the net.  Then she knew she was ready.  In one continuous movement she raised her head, lofted the ball and hammered it over the net.  Thanks to a futile sweep of a second row  player it landed unchallenged on the line.  She had a point!

Robotically she slapped high fives with the players around her before the ball returned to her.  Her second serve arced into the center of the opposition.  The guy that fielded the ball popped it cleanly to a teammate.  There was a set and then it came sailing over the net deep – straight at Amy.  She dug, hands clasped, arms out.  The ball popped forward off her forearms.  A front row player scooped it over her head with her back to the net.  When the ball hit the ground after flipping off the finger tips of a defender, her side erupted.  The faces that belonged to those offering high fives were grinning broadly.

A sharp whistle brought activity to a halt.  Players were rotated and substituted.  Amy’s new assignment was in the center.  She felt very exposed. 

A Freshman served for the other side.  She knew it was hers well before it crossed the net.  The angle was tantalizing.  For a moment she was tempted to try to drive it back over the net unassisted.  Fortunately, she remembered her resolution in time.  But the hesitation required her to turn most of the way around to pop the ball.  The set was by the boy in the front corner.  He deftly lofted it just above the net.  The defender jumped early as the girl in the center front of Amy’s side spiked the ball past his left elbow.  In seeming slow motion Amy watched the defender’s sleek, sweat-slicked body rise, legs together, penis pointing resolutely at her.  That member then bobbed up as its owner settled to earth.  It was an appealing sight that caused her to momentarily think what a beautiful game naked volleyball really is.

Amy was still glowing from the acknowledgement when play was called a few volleys later.  The entire squad reassembled around the coaches.  Mr. Cochran lined up the freshmen and bade the rest of the team to meet them one-on-one.  Farleigh greetings were exchanged.  Amy deemed her cunt well fingered when the process was completed.

The head coach delivered a short speech enjoining everyone to make the freshmen feel welcome and lend assistance to their acclimatization without being asked. 

“Okay,” he continued, “since they’re new, I’m going to make shower buddy assignments for them this week.”

Then he proceeded to pair each of the freshmen with an upperclassman of the opposite sex.  Marvin drew an Asian (Pacific Island?) girl with impressive tits.  Amy was attentive when one of the other Freshman boys was assigned to Ms. Pushkin.  Therefore, when she was the last to be paired she was not surprised to find that Mr. Cochran was her partner.

The head coach declared the practice over and enjoined everyone to enjoy their shower.  As the group broke up and streamed into the building, Amy fell in step with her coach.  A quick glance at his cock indicated that he was anticipating what he intended to do with her.

“You had a good first day,” he offered.  “I like the way you kept your head out there.”

“Thanks.  I had to talk to myself a lot to stay centered.”  She hoped she sounded business-like.

He nodded approval.

Apparently, the coach had his own shower stall away from the team.  It had multiple spray heads that were automatically swiveled based on ultrasonic tracking of stall occupants.  When she had responded to his question that the temperature of the water was to her liking, he went to work on her.

Having had her nipples sucked and pussy fingered, she was leaning against the wall breathing hard.  She planted her legs well apart while her kneeling coach tongued her clit and pussy.  Just as she thought her legs would collapse, he ceased and regained his feet.  She knew what was next and reached for his stiff cock.  Besides its excellent rigidity, it was nice and fat.  This should be good, she concluded.

She felt his hands under her buttocks as she was about to align his cock.  Hold that thought.  In a moment she was off her feet and braced against the wall of the stall.  She quickly draped her legs around his waist and positioned his cock at her entrance.  Okay, ready.

He let her steer but it was he who drove.  His entry strokes were sharp and authoritative.  She let go of his cock after the first thrust.  He obviously knew his way.  Just enjoy the ride, she thought as she felt herself opening further with each push.  Having been conditioned by Mr. Yang and Dwayne, she felt herself comfortably full but not challenged by Mr. Cochran’s member.

Her arms had found purchase on her coach’s shoulders.  She tightened her legs around him to draw him more firmly inside her.  She hoped it signaled her readiness to be fucked.  He apparently took it that way.

As he began to fuck her with an elliptical motion, her eyes settled on his face.  The water hitting the top of his head ran down the sides of his face matting his mustache and slicking his hair.  His eyes were wide open and intent but not focused on her face.  He seemed to be looking beyond her.  All in all he made a fierce, merciless appearance.  He was here on business – to fuck her.  Not teach her, please her or love her; just couple up and fuck her in the most purely physical way possible.

She took the cue.  With sharp jerks of her legs, she matched his hard thrusts.  She gripped his cock with her vaginal muscles resisting both his forward and retreat strokes.  Do your worst, she thought determinedly, I’m going to make you come so hard …

But it was she that began to falter.  He had found and was plying her sensitive spots.  As that great pre-orgasmic feeling welled up in her, she began to fear that she would lose this contest.  She redoubled her efforts and concentrated on bringing him off.  She had the satisfaction of hearing his breathing hitch and feeling his missed stroke.  But it was only momentary.  He seemed to gather himself and then renew his assault on her pussy with new purpose.

No, I’m not going to…but she did.  Her cry of fulfillment, however, did not drown out the sound of his prolonged groan as he hitched, plunged and jerked repeatedly.  She felt her self sinking momentarily, apparently as his knees sagged.  Recovering quickly, he pushed her back up the wall as they both braced.  He thrust a few more times then pressed deeply into her and held, waiting to recover.  Vaguely, she thought she had managed a tie.

“Great job, Amy.   I like your intensity.”

Her body was still weak and vibrating from the after-effects of her climax.  His face swam in her field of view as she replayed his statement again and again until she finally comprehended it.  Then she realized that his voice was steady and his tone level.  Not the sort of thing one would expect from a man who had just experienced a violent orgasm.

“Uh, thanks.”  She was surprised to hear her voice.  It was a breathy whisper, but she had managed.

When she moved to relax her legs preparatory to unwinding them, he shook his head.

“No rush.  Take your time.”

She realized that his cock was still jammed well up in her.  He was rocking slowly back and forth, continuing to challenge her cunt.  There are worse things than this, she decided.  She joined his rhythm and rocked contentedly under the spray.

At last he was too soft to remain in her.  He stopped rocking and pooched his pelvis back far enough to allow his cock to drop out.  Then he lowered her to her feet.  They cleaned each other in silence.

“Just a minute before you take off, Amy,” he enjoined after they had dried off.  She had used the vacuum hood to dry her hair and now laid it aside to give him her attention.  His expression was serious, if not stern.

“The fact that I fucked you has no bearing on whether or not you’ll make the team.  You know that, don’t you?  I’ll fuck all of the girls on the team during the season, most of them several times.  It doesn’t mean anything special.”

She nodded quickly.  Actually, it hadn’t occurred to her that she would be garnering any favor by submitting to her coach sexually.  Wasn’t that what everyone did?

Mr. Cochran’s face relaxed from its stern set.

“Okay, I just wanted to be sure.  Some of the younger girls come here with the idea having sex with a guy entitles them to favors.  Being a legacy, I would hope you’d know better.”

“You won’t have any problem with me.”  She tried to sound both meek and resolute.  She still wanted to make the team, after all.  Spirited but obedient.

“Good.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He turned aside as if to walk with her, but instead put a hand on her ass, gave it a pat and then a suggestive push.  Amy took the hint and headed toward the exit.  Remembering her manners, she turned her head momentarily.

“Thanks for the fuck, coach.”  

He smiled approval.  “You’re welcome, Amy.”

Com channels were open but Amy had no new messages.  The schedule called for an informal social hour in the student lounge.  She found her way to the lounge in the cafeteria area.  Various activities were in progress.  A group of boys and one girl were playing an interactive game with halo images flickering among them.  Two girls were engaged in competitive dancing as part of another e-game.  They had attracted a small group of on-lookers.

Paying scant attention to the festivities, a klatch of her cellmates with a few others had assembled in one area, sitting and standing around.  She recognized one of the boys who had been at the practice.  He grinned at her as she approached. 

“How was your private coaching?”

She decided that he wasn’t being sarcastic or malicious.

“Good.  He showed me how to defense a cock dig.”  She was impressed with her own snappy response.  The group laugh was her reward.

“Does that mean you made the team?”  It was Serena, who was not trying out for the team.  The question seemed honest.  Amy shook her head good-naturedly.

“It just means the coach got acquainted with my cunt.  He does that with all the girls and his assistant does all the boys.  It’s just team building.”

“Seems like everybody’s been faculty-fucked but me,” Elle lamented, obviously joking.  “Tova got hers.”

In response to Amy’s quizzical look, Elle nodded toward Tova who shrugged noncommittally.

“Just my counseling session.  I missed my orchestra rehearsal so Mr. Yang could evaluate my progress.”

“…and?” Amy prompted with a collegial smile.

“I sat on him and he gave me a good reaming and then he just held in place while we talked.  After a while, he just started fucking me again like nothing had happened.  He made me cum and he came inside me.  Then he summarized his evaluation and I got off him and left.”  She shook her head in wonder.  “I didn’t know it was possible to fuck and do business at the same time.”

“And did he come up with anything (no pun intended)?” Amy asked, proud of her word play.

Tova’s matter-of-fact facade didn’t hold up.  Her face clouded as she replied.

“He said that he felt I was too sure of myself – that I could benefit by stepping down from my pedestal and mixing it up with the others.  I mean, do I come across …uh, like I think I’m superior or something?”

There was an uncomfortable silence.  Fleetingly, Amy’s peripheral mind affirmed the finding.  She squelched that, not allowing the thought to develop.  Then Serena spoke.

“Are you sure that’s what he meant?  Maybe he was just suggesting that you ought to let yourself have more fun.  You know, don’t take yourself so seriously.”

The guys shuffled their feet and then withdrew a bit.  A murmur of another conversation took root.  George stayed with them.

“I mean, am I that bad?  I thought I was friendly enough.”  Tova seemed on the verge of tears. 

“I don’t think it’s that,” Elle ventured.  “If Serena’s right, it’s a matter of how nice you’re being to yourself.  Do you let yourself come out and play?”

Amy was struck by that turn of phrase.  It got her thinking.

“I … How do you mean?”  Tova showed increasing signs of emotional distress.

“It means that if facts and rationality are your only companions, you’re not going to be open to new experiences – to grow,” Amy suddenly found herself saying.  “When you go ‘out to play’ with others you’re vulnerable to being teased or made to look silly or the butt of jokes.  On the other hand it’s your only opportunity to feel a part of something and belonging – a chance to feel good.”

“It’s a gamble,” George intoned. “In effect, one that everyone takes every day.  It’s just that most people don’t give it a thought.”

“But if it pays off, you’re better off than if you hadn’t tried,” Elle concluded.

Tova’s eyes were welling.

“I never … I don’t know how …” She was almost croaking.  A tear disengaged and dropped on her bare tit.

“I think I do.”  It was Serena.  “I think the best way to make a change in your life is to make a change in your look.”  She got to her feet and approached Tova.  She took the distressed girl’s hair in both hands and fluffed it, then drew it back behind her head.  She surveyed the look critically. “I think a new Tova needs a makeover to come out.”

Amy’s moment of incredulity evaporated almost as soon as it formed.  She saw the other girls nodding and realized they all knew that Serena was probably right.  It was a girl solution for girls.  Smiles broke out.  Even Tova’s tears retreated.

A huddle formed.  A softer, shorter hairdo was decided upon.  The highlighting was held in abeyance.  Experimentation would be required concerning eye makeup.  They adjourned to get to work.

Serena accessed a makeover preview app which they put to work as soon as they assembled in her room.  Tova’s headshot duly obtained and loaded, they tried various hairdos.  Tova finally cast the deciding vote when division developed.  Amy was impressed when she went for a bold change.  Lightening and highlighting were found to be essential ingredients of a shorter, breezier “do.”  Amy nearly gasped at the dramatic improvement a softer make up palette produced when applied to Tova’s image.

Those selections were barely made when everyone’s wrist companion chimed, cheeped or burred simultaneously.  Period change.  Serena downloaded the selections to the automated styling station on the main floor.  Tova would have to visit that facility later for implementation of her new look.  She extracted promises from the others that they would reconvene after dinner.  Her spirits seemed revived as she assured them the results would be ready for review by that time.  Tit-pressing “thank you” hugs were exchanged.  Amy was feeling very good about herself and her companions as they parted.

This period was a scheduled interaction with roommates.  Everyone was to repair to their respective rooms.  Amy felt the appropriate flutter of anticipation.

When she arrived at her room, she was thrilled to find Marvin there as specified – alone.   He was perched on the end of the bed consulting his wrist companion.  He left off immediately and grinned at her.  She crossed to him, bent over at the waist and put her mouth on his.  He responded to her offering with gentle tongue action.

“At last we meet,” he murmured when they concluded.  “What do you want to do?”

“Fuck,” she replied promptly.

“I’m down with that, but how about some multi-tasking?”  He paused and sustained the question with a look.  She was compelled to ask him what he had in mind.

“My mom asked for pictures of my roommate – that’s you – so I thought we’d video our fuck and then I’d pick some shots to send to her.  You okay with that?”

She assented readily, confiding that she had had a similar request from home.  Suddenly, they had a project.

A moment later at his suggestion she had made herself comfortable on her back high on the bed.  She was in a very receptive mood.  He had given verbal commands to their room vid hook up to begin recording their activity.

He mounted the bed and crawled up to her slowly, grinning all the way.  When he was close enough, his mouth issued the tip of his tongue.  Amy reciprocated.  Without otherwise touching, their tongues intertwined in space between them.  After a moment their mouths engaged.  She closed her eyes and enjoyed the incipient arousal that the action engendered.

Although she felt him changing position on the bed, she didn’t bother to open her eyes until she felt the finger in her pussy.  She broke the oral contact and smiled reprovingly.

“Very sneaky – taking advantage of me when I wasn’t looking.”

He grinned back but made no attempt to vacate her cunt.  Without ceremony she reached between them and grasped his hardening cock.  A few moments of concerted effort on both their parts resulted in his cock’s being buried in her as he continued to kneel in front of her.  By lowering her buttocks and curling her pussy upwards she had achieved a position that allowed her to watch his cock slide in and out of her.  Consulting the video display of the real time recording, she lowered her leg to lie flat on the bed, allowing the recorder to share the view.

Eschewing pursuit of a climax, they moved through a variety of positions, admiring the result in the large display.  With each change, Marvin took the opportunity stroke in and out of her pussy several times.  That practice took its toll.  They were barely in the doggy position with Amy down on her elbows when he emitted a telltale gasp.  He held her immobile by the upper thighs as he jerked inside her.  She noted that there was not the typical intensity to his climax – probably indicative of the frequency with which he’d had to produce semen so far that day.  She reveled in the realization that as a girl she had no such limitations on her ability to have an orgasm.  That thought allowed her to overlook the fact that she had not been included in his climax.  There would always another opportunity – probably within the hour.

When they had stopped the recording and separated, he tendered an apology for his lack of stamina.  She assured him of her forgiveness and understanding.  The apology was progress, she concluded.  He was acknowledging his responsibility as a sex partner.

They settled down to review and select still images or short motion clips for transmittal to their families.  Amy chose a frame that showed Marvin looking over her shoulder as she lay on her side with his cock in her from behind.  By draping her upper leg back over his, she had provided a titillating view of the point of their conjunction.  A companion frame of them in the same position sharing a tongue kiss and one that showed Marvin kneeling upright displaying his erection to best advantage as he prepared to reenter her was added to her portfolio.  On further consideration, she added a shot of him pummeling her from behind as she faced the video pick up on all fours.  It showcased his cute smile.  Her expression was one of beatific pleasure.

After soliciting Marvin’s approval of her selections she sent her pictures off to her mother and Jared.  Remembering her friends, she included them in the transmission.  That made her smile, imagining their reactions to seeing shy Amy in such flagrant delecto.  That word play occurred to her after she gave the “send” command, so it didn’t make it into her message – not that they’d have been likely “get it” anyway.

Marvin’s choices included some of her sitting astride him in various attitudes.  One of them she especially liked how it displayed her tits.  He also favored the shots of her on her side being taken from behind.

They lounged on the bed and talked for a while after their traffic had been sent.  They agreed that their experiences so far had been eye-opening and mind-expanding.  Amy wondered half jokingly how she would ever get any studying done once the school year commenced with cocks coming at her from every direction.  Marvin chuckled at that image and then opined that “things” must slow down once academics ensue.

The cafeteria was filling up when they entered.  Everyone seemed to remain with their roommates, so Amy only waved to her cellmates as she encountered them.  Crystal and Rick were at their table again.  Amy greeted Rick with a tongue touch.  She remembered that that’s what one does when greeting a person who has fucked one. 

The table complement was made up of people from their dorm floor.  Crystal and Marvin led a good deal of the general conversation, but Amy and Rick found things to discuss on their own.  At one point Amy looked across the table to see Crystal gesticulating merrily as she told a story.  Amy didn’t pay attention to the words but noted how the other girl’s breasts bobbed and jiggled in sympathy with her movements.  Crystal had also drawn a leg up on her chair opening her pussy to Marvin who was sitting more or less across from her.  Amy wondered if that was a deliberate attention-getting display.

When the crowd drifted out to the lounge, Amy spotted her female cellmates congregating.  Looking pleased and animated, Saree was among them.  Intrigued, Amy squeezed Marvin’s hand and told him she was going to catch up with her girlfriends.  She noted Crystal glancing up her departure.  Knock yourself out, girl.

Saree turned from the group and beamed as she watched Amy’s approach.

“So, how are things?” Amy asked in what she hoped was her most casual manner.

The other girl seemed eager to talk.

“Much better,” she almost gushed.  “But we’re just admiring Tova’s new look.”

Amy followed the other girl’s line of sight to the center of the huddle.  There was …

“Tova?” she squeaked involuntarily.  “Wow, girl!”

It was true, Tova was transformed.  The new hair coloring and style looked great but that was just the setting.  Tova’s eyebrows had been thinned and reshaped.  She had adopted a new make-up color scheme.  Somehow her face seemed thinner, her cheekbone more prominent.  But the best part was her smile.  She seemed deliriously happy with the new look and the fawning attention it was getting.  This was one happy girl, Amy concluded.  Serena was a genius.

More than one of the attending females marveled at the results that the automated styling station delivered.  After extracting details from a very satisfied customer, they declared their intention of exploring new looks.

The males in the immediate vicinity were avoiding outright staring but they passed up no opportunity to cast an appraising glance at the “new girl.”  Amy wondered to what degree Tova’s prospects of more sex partners were enhanced by this.  She noted that Val, Tova’s bear-sized roommate, stood close by and appeared very attentive.  Amy wondered if she were witnessing a manifestation of the primal male instinct to guard his mate from coupling with others.  She felt a momentary disquiet over the possibility that Tova might have a jealous roommate.   She didn’t want to contemplate the effect that could have on the group dynamic.

The swirl of conversation quickly swept that thought from Amy’s head.  After a bit more gushing, Amy and Saree allowed themselves to drift to the margin of the crowd.

“Wanna go outside and talk?” Amy’s companion asked.

Amy certainly did.  They slipped away and exited into the deeply shadowed evening sunshine.  The worst heat of the day was over.  A soft breeze had sprung up.  It was amazing how good the air felt on her complete nakedness.  Crickets were providing the only background sound.  They sought a bench and settled in opposite corners, turning toward each other.  Saree’s impeccable posture reminded Amy to sit up straight – at least initially.

“I spoke with my Imam and he said it was okay,” Saree began with no preamble. 

“For Rashid to fuck you?”

“Yeah.  He said that when we’re in the context of the non-believers we can follow their practices, even with each other.”

“So it’s not fornication?” Amy pursued cautiously.  She really wanted to hear the whole story, so she didn’t want to seem other than positive.

“No.  He said not.  In our congregation the tenant is that we can do as the non-believers do in their gatherings as long as we remain faithful to Islamic practices when we are in our own assemblies.”

“So you couldn’t fuck Rashid if you were in a gathering of Muslims?”

“Absolutely not.”  Saree shook her head for emphasis.  “I wouldn’t even be able to talk with him unless a male relative was present.  I couldn’t be naked either.”

“You mean in front of Rashid?”

“I mean at all.  I have to dress according to hijab when I’m at an Islamic gathering.”

“You mean when you’re covered from head to foot with a veil and everything?”  Amy couldn’t even imagine being covered to that extent.  She shuddered at the thought of the weight and abrasiveness of so much fabric.

“Not the veil.  That’s a birqa.  In my tradition, women can show their face.”

“But you have to be totally covered when you’re at home …”

“Not in the house.  The Qiran allows women freedom to dress down among their family in their own home.  Actually, Dad encourages nudity at home and for the most part we do.  I understand our Imam keeps a nude household too.”

“So whatever he says is all right is okay?”

Saree nodded matter-of-factly.

“That’s the way it works.  Your Imam interprets the teachings of the Qiran and tells you what is right and wrong.  If you adhere to that Imam, you have to follow what he says or it’s a sin.  You could go to hell.”

“But aren’t there other Imams who are more strict?”

“Sure. And some that are more permissive.  It’s all a matter of which Imam you chose to follow.  Ours is very progressive and very realistic about the lure of the non-believer society, so he interprets the teachings liberally.  We adhere to him, so we live the way we do.”

Saree paused and regarded Amy for a moment and then smiled.

“I see where you’re going with this.  It seems like you can just shop for an Imam that suits you.  It’s true to a certain extent, but those are the rules.” 

Amy wondered how to rejoin that without seeming disrespectful of the other girl’s beliefs.  As she hesitated, Saree relaxed and leaned back in her corner of the bench.  Still smiling, she pulled her inside leg up to plant the foot while the other lulled open.  Her cunt was open facing Amy.  The pink folds and clit were fully displayed.  Still smiling, Amy’s companion folded her arms under her excellent breasts and regarded her.  Amy took her friend’s new attitude as confidence inviting challenge.  Amy was not intimidated.

“You mean it’s all arbitrary?  Doesn’t God have absolute rules?”

“If He did and we all agreed on them, there wouldn’t be all these religions, would there?” Saree replied mildly.

“… or so many variations on the same religion.”  Amy felt her companion was being a little smug so she felt the need for a snappy comeback.

Saree’s smile stiffened a little, causing Amy to regret her stab, but the other girl recovered quickly.  There was no doubt that Saree was on familiar turf.

“I don’t think that’s the least bit inconsistent,” Saree responded, unruffled.  “Religion is about a person’s relationship with God.  One thing about relationships is that they are all different.  The other thing is that a relationship is pretty much about communication.  Since God doesn’t live in the neighborhood, you need a means of communication – like a phone.  That’s what the clergy is.  You subscribe to their particular set of teachings and your clergy person interprets those teachings based on the results of his or her prayer – which is communication with God.”

“Seems like the clergy get quite a lot of different messages from the same source.”  Amy was beginning to feel the need to justify her lack of faith.

“Not really,” Saree responded with a slight toss of her head.  “When you get right down to it, every religion just says you should be fair and respect each other.  When you split that out into specifics, you get injunctions against stealing and killing and lying.  After that, it’s just ritual. Like, do you worship on Friday, Saturday or Sunday?”

“Well, then it doesn’t make any difference which religion you choose.”

“Usually you don’t choose.  Most people follow the religious tradition they were born into.  Some change, but they’re a small minority.  Most of those have lost their cultural or family connection to their birth religion, so if they feel the need for faith they shop around for what suits them.  I’m totally comfortable with Islam and it’s what I have in common with my family.  It gives me a sense of belonging and gives me a history and a tradition.”  She paused and the smile became shy.  “It also makes me different – special.  I kind of like that.”

“But how about sex?  Don’t most religions frown on what we do here – free fucking?”

Saree’s smile finally faded.  She seemed annoyed, but not at Amy.

“Yeah, that’s one thing they all seem to agree on.  But in this case, we’re not talking about religion.  The present free and open attitude about sex came out of a secular social development.  Those who join in have to make a choice whether their religion can stretch to accommodate it or whether they have to put their religion on hold.” 

“On hold?  How does that work?”

Saree’s smile was back.

“Leading a life of sin.  The sinner isn’t saying he doesn’t believe in God anymore, he’s just taking a break from the straight and narrow.  He’ll probably find his way back to the true path later on – once he’s had all the sin he can stand.”

“So your religion stretches?”

“Right – which is handy.  Truth be told, my Imam is not alone.  There is a whole association of like-minded Islamic clerics in this country.  It’s moderately popular.  Of course, back where my grandparents come from there aren’t too many liberal Imams.  It wouldn’t go over well there – and there’s too much hay to be made by railing against our ‘iniquity’ over here.”

Amy thought a moment and then asked.

“Is Rashid a member of a liberal mosque?”

Saree’s expression clouded over again.  She unfolded her arms and placed a hand on either thigh.  She looked pensive for moment and then spoke.

“I did speak with him about it after we’d fucked.  Rashid’s family is in the other category.  They’ve dropped their religion.  So he’s pretty much living the secular life.”

“So he didn’t have any concerns when it came time to fuck you.”

Saree inclined her head in assent, then continued.

“For that matter, he has no problem fucking his sisters.”  Amy remembered his remark after the formal fuck training.  She hadn’t thought anything of that at the time, but Saree’s disapproval was evident.  “The incest thing is a big differentiator,” the other girl concluded.

“You disapprove of incest?”  Amy felt defensive.

“It’s not the Muslim way.  My belief is that we keep our moral traditions among ourselves and deal with non-believers as we find them.  That’s not what he’s doing.”

“But will you let him fuck you again?”

Saree sat up abruptly and leaned forward, tucking her pussy back under her.  Her face erupted into a huge grin.  Her teeth were perfect, Amy noted.

“Every chance I get.  He fucks sooo good.”  She broke into a giggle.

That lightened the mood to the point of giddiness.  Some rather ribald comments were passed, first about Rashid’s lovemaking prowess and then the attributes of other boys.  They were rocking with laughter at their mutual cleverness when their wrist companions marked the end of the period.

Saree sighed with mock fatigue.  “I guess it’s time to get our pussies stuffed again.”

“Being a slut is a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it,” Amy not-quite deadpanned.  For some reason, that hackneyed comment seemed very funny indeed.  They both still chuckling when they stood up and started back.

Amy caught up with Marvin in the migration to their floor.  He slipped an arm smoothly around her waist without breaking stride or pausing in his jocular conversation with his neighbors.

“Hey, been scarce haven’t you?” 

She turned to Scott who had appeared beside her.  Mika was at his side but her attention was on another companion.  Amy wasn’t sure what he meant.  He picked up on her confusion.

“I didn’t see you the last two social hours.”

He smiled that shy, tentative smile.  She did regret not catching up with him.

“I got distracted with some girl things.  Sorry if I seemed anti-social.  How have you been?  Anything interesting happen since I saw you last?”

He gave an elaborate shrug.

“Went to Freshman orchestra practice.  Fucked an oboe player afterward.  Nothing special.”

“You mean the oboe player’s cunt was nothing special?” she teased.

He grinned.

“No, no.  You know what I mean: another period, another fuck.  For the record, the oboe player’s cunt had perfect pitch.”

Jeff and Consuelo were already in place as the freshmen streamed in.  The girl’s impressive curves were tastefully arranged on the arm of a sofa.  The studied way her legs were positioned to display her pussy as she turned her profile to the audience was artful, Amy decided.  Ostensibly, she was sharing a moment with Jeff.  Amy guessed that she was sharing herself with the assembly.

Jeff stood leaning over her, braced on a stiff arm positioned behind her.  His cock was relaxed above the intersection of his ankles where one leg crossed over the other.   He was speaking through a smile.  She was not.

Scott took a seat beside Amy.  She glanced and smiled approval at him briefly before turning her attention back to Marvin.  As on the night before, she threaded her arm between them and grasped his cock loosely.  His hand went inside her open thigh, pinky just touching her vulva.

Comfortably settled, she surveyed the room.  Several of the girls were sitting with their legs up or under them or in some other attitude that opened their cunts for display.  Amy wondered if she was sending the wrong message by sitting with her legs just parted.  She decided it was too crowded now to change.

Jeff straightened up as Consuelo glided off the sofa.  Her head swiveled to survey the assembly as she strode deliberately to the center of the open space.  The room became expectantly silent.  Amy thought she never saw anyone so comfortable in high heels.

When the Latina girl came to a stop, she moved around into various positions as though trying to decide her best pose.  Almost predictably, she settled for planting her legs well apart with her hands on her hips.

“Did everyone have a good time today?”

Dissatisfied with the murmur, she repeated her question louder.  A distinct spatter of yeses ensued.

“Pathetic.  Listen.  If you had a good time today, I want you to say, ‘Yes, Consuelo!’ like you mean it.”  She paused while she scanned the assembly for understanding.  “Ready?”  Loudly: “Did you have a good time today?”

“Yes, Consuelo!” her charges thundered back.

Consuelo allowed herself the slightest smile of grim satisfaction.

“Okay.  That’s what we need: more participation.”

Then she focused on one girl.

“Marilyn, how many times did you get fucked today?”

Momentarily stunned, the girl blinked and then stammered.  She was a slightly built girl of African ancestry with disproportionately large tits.  Her companion was a lanky GVC boy with a slack expression on his face and a generous mop of medium brown hair.

“Go ahead and count.  We’ll wait.”

Consuelo shifted her weight to one leg and folded her arms as she watched the girl steadily.

“Uh, four,” the girl finally managed.

“That’s all?  Girl, you gotta get busy.  When I ask you tomorrow night I want to hear bigger numbers.” 

Suddenly the counselor turned her head front and was looking directly at Amy.

“And, Amy.  How about you?”

Frozen by the unexpected attention, Amy hesitated, but rallied.  She knew the answer.

“Five,” she said trying to sound firm.

“Better.  But that still seems like just the programmed number.  Do you ever take the initiative to get laid when you’re not required to?”  Fortunately, she left that rhetorical and moved on.

“Mika, how did you do?”  It was Scott’s roommate being addressed.

“Six.”

A nod and then, “Scott?”

“Six.”

Amy thought and remembered his nooner with Mika and Rhoda.  That was the difference.

“Good, both of you.  And you, Marvin?”

“Eight.”

Amy’s head snapped around to her roommate.  Her face must have registered her surprise.  He glanced at her and shrugged with a slight smile.

“Very good.  You sound like you’re getting it.”

Consuelo didn’t smile but she gave him a nod as her face took a more approving set.  In the meantime, Jeff had approached her from the rear and took his accustomed position just behind her shoulder.  Unlike last night, this time his arm encircled her to cup the nipple of one her prize-winning breasts.  Consuelo didn’t react.

“One thing I’m noticing with this group,” Jeff began, “is that there are so few pussies showing.  A lot of you girls are hiding your best feature.  No wonder there’s so little fucking going on.”

“Now that you mention it …” Consuelo was surveying the audience.  Amy felt exposed.  She new she should have corrected her posture when she thought of it.

Consuelo completed her sweep of the assembly.  She apparently was not pleased by what she saw.

“What do you say, ladies?  Are you ashamed of your cunts?  You should have them on display at all times.  It’s what you are.”  There was a general shuffling in the audience as girls got their legs up and open and the boys made room for them. Even girls who were displaying attempted to show more. “It’s what empowers you,” she continued.  “If Farleigh girls have anything, they have cunt-pride!”  Her voice was rising toward the end.

A tense silence filled the room as Jeff began smiling.  Amy noticed his hand working his partner’s tit.  The object of his attention continued to pay him no mind.

“So what are you sluts and guys going to do more of from now on?” she challenged.  It was clear she expected a collective response.

“Fuck!” was the disjointed chorus.  Jeff winced mockingly.

“I didn’t hear that!” Consuelo growled as she came out of her pose into a spread-legged stance with her fists on her hips.  Jeff discontinued his fondling.  She looked at them fiercely.

“Fuck!” the audience thundered in unison.

Their antagonists relented.  Jeff called for a sharing of the best and worst experiences of the day.  After some hesitation, hands went up.  Consuelo resumed her original perch on the arm of one of the sofas to discomfort of the girl sitting nearest to her.  Apparently, the freshman had nothing to fear, however, the moderator was giving her attention to the proceedings.

Most of the disclosures revolved around fucks.  Scott volunteered that his mid-day encounter with his roommate and Rhoda was the high point of his day, but that fucking Ms. Pushkin was a close second.  Jeff bore in on that point.

“The faculty fuck is a controversial item.  It’s actually only been in place a few years.  Some people say that it’s not appropriate for people in authority to require that their subordinates have sex with them.  The school takes the view that since we’re developing everyone sexually, the teachers need to provide individual instruction and conduct first hand evaluations of a student’s progress.  Do we have any opinions here?”

A girl named Bailey opined that it was taking advantage but she personally didn’t have a problem with it.   “Carl” observed that all this was spelled out in the permissions and disclosures that everyone signed “before coming here, so what’s the problem?”  Nodding by various members of the assembly seemed to indicate that it was a non-issue for most participants.

“I think it’s only a problem if it’s not controlled.”  It was Rick who challenged the unanimity.   “It has to be under rules otherwise you’re completely at the beck and call of the teacher.  I think that was called sex slavery in the old days.”  Amy was stung by that characterization.  “But there are pretty definite guidelines here about when a teacher can expect sex and the latitude that a student has to refuse.”

Jeff nodded.  “That’s true.  And we have had some disciplinary reviews of teacher behavior when there was a charge by a student.  But did you also know that students can request sex from a faculty member?  And that the faculty member has to comply unless they have a good reason for refusing?”  He raised an inquiring eyebrow as his statement elicited only silence.  Marvin was nodding.  “And did you know that upperclassmen can’t fuck freshmen except as part of an instructional exercise directed by a faculty member or at the request of the freshman?”

Amy did recall that.  It was in the student handbook.  It had just not seemed important at the time.  Now the implications seemed relevant.  This wasn’t just a “hold still and let the nice man fuck you” situation.  She and the others had some control.  On reflection, she couldn’t imagine asserting herself to refuse sex, but she could if pressed.  Nice to know, she concluded.

“That’s the rule until the May party,” Jeff continued.  “You know what happens then?”  I think I do, but tell me, was Amy’s thought.  Apparently she was not the only one who chose to treat it as a rhetorical.  Jeff was forced to answer his own question.  “Then you are all legal.  The upperclassmen can ask you for sex, date you, whatever.  And generally they do – with a vengeance,” he grinned.  “Seniors who are on their way to graduation are particularly ready to cut loose, so tender Freshman meat …. Oops.  Am I being insensitive?”  He drew himself up grinning with mock contrition.

Consuelo was back on her feet and claiming the center position again.  She reached across Jeff’s front and grabbed his cock as she faced the audience.

“Before Jeffrey gets all hot and bothered with his little fantasy about fucking a boatload of Freshman girls, let’s see if there are any other questions.  Are there?”

She paused only briefly.

“Okay, good.  Let’s do the foursomes.”

Consuelo was still holding Jeff by his penis when Marvin and Amy left the assembly in search of their hosts’ room.  Encouraged by the senior girl’s behavior, Amy kept Marvin’s cock in her grasp, leading him.  He seemed amused by her action.  He was nicely hard.

“Eight, huh?” she growled with mock displeasure.  “I’m surprised this thing is still attached, let alone stiff.”

“Hey, jest doin’ what comes nat’chal,” he drawled.  “That’s what it’s for.”

She didn’t trust herself to reply.  She was slightly put off by the fact that he had apparently done so many girls but only managed to include her twice – and only on mandated liaisons.  Quit that, she chided herself.  You don’t own him and besides he’s doing what he’s supposed to.  Get with the program, slut.

Their hosts turned out to be Marilyn and Doug.  Neither of them seemed particularly outgoing.  No problem, Marvin was on the case.  After the mandatory genital touching, he took over.  His ice-breaker was Consuelo.  He observed that she was a firecracker.  Doug perked up.  He shook his head and speculated that she must be hell in bed.   Marilyn fidgeted, trying one position then another after apparently deciding that her legs were too closed.

“She intimidates me,” darker girl said at last.  “I always feel like I didn’t do what I’m supposed to and she’s going to call me out on it – kinda like my mom.”

“That’s what she’s trying to do,” Marvin agreed.  “But it’s all an act from what I hear.”

He waited for prompting.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s a drama queen.  Very into acting – literally.  She’s had one of the main roles in all of the stage productions that have been put on at the school in the past two years.  Turns out, she almost never gets out of character; always acting.  So when we all form an audience each night she does her dominatrix act.  One-on-one when there’s no audience she’s supposedly very down-to-earth and a lot of fun.”

Amy was skeptical but it was Doug that asked.

“And you know this how?”

“From the senior girl I fucked in the shower after volleyball practice today.” 

Marvin followed his disclosure with a shrug as though it were nothing remarkable either to fuck an upperclass girl or elicit such telling intelligence in the course of the encounter.  Marilyn was no longer agitated.  She regarded Marvin intently.

“You serious?  She’s a pussy cat?”

“That’s what I was told. I’ll find out for sure tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know that rule that an upperclassman can only have sex with a freshman if the freshman requests it?  I texted Consuelo this afternoon and asked her if I could fuck her during the free period tomorrow afternoon.  And she said ‘yes.’”

In the ensuing silence when Amy looked from Marvin to Marilyn, the latter’s expression could only be characterized as awe.

“You’re going to fuck the Dragon Lady?”  It came out in a hoarse whisper.  When Marvin nodded, she added, “Oh, man, do I want you in me.” Amy felt herself agreeing with that sentiment as she regarded her roommate with new respect.  

Marvin modestly ignored the admiration and simply observed to Marilyn that getting “in her” was what they were together for.  Marilyn got up on her knees eagerly but then paused and looked at her roommate shyly.

“I really liked the way we did it last night.  Want to do it that way again?”

Doug smiled and explained “that way” to Marvin and Amy.  He received immediate approbation.

A short time later Amy lay on her back with her legs spread.  She was slightly dazed from Doug’s foreplay that was continuing with a steady finger fuck.  Her hardened nipples retained the sensation of his recent oral ministrations.  In returning the favor she had left his cock in a stone-hard state.  She had had a couple of near misses on orgasms so far and was anticipating the main event. 

She gazed down the length of her body past her heaving breasts at the boy who was pumping her cunt.  He caught her look and gave her a purposeful grimace that might have been a smile.

“Look over there.”

She rolled her head in the direction he indicated and found herself looking sideways into Marilyn’s crotch.  The girl’s far leg was standing up, bent at the knee.  The other leg was splayed open and lying flat.  The side view of her moist, swollen pussy being fingered by Marvin was very stimulating.  Seeing Marvin’s bobbing hard-on hovering only millimeters from the girl’s labia heightened the visual.

She thought she heard Marvin (or was it Doug?) say something in a stage whisper right before her roommate leaned forward.  The unfurled pink folds of Marilyn’s inner lips contrasted with the darker pigmentation of skin surrounding it as the finger in her paused and partially withdrew.  That was when the head of a cock entered the opening right below the finger that was holding the girl open.  With a start, Amy realized that her own cunt was signaling her of the entry of an invader.  The boys were coordinating their penetrations according to plan. 

Amy twitched as much in reaction to seeing the head of Marvin’s cock disappear between the folds of Marilyn’s pussy as feeling Doug violate her.  She was very approving of this marriage of visual and tactile stimuli.  As Doug had suggested in his explanation, it was like watching herself being fucked.

Marvin’s cock paused after its head was in and gave a short pump, apparently to spread the girl’s moisture on the first portion of his shaft.  Then it thrust again, going deeper.  Amy felt it happening as she herself yielded to her penetrator.  The cock she was watching showed a bit of mucus-slicked shaft as it partially withdrew from its host.  The girl’s pussy lips inverted, encasing his cock as though reluctant to cede the progress that they had made.

Amy felt it as Marvin’s cock rimmed Marilyn’s cunt with a little rotary motion.  Then she felt herself fill as the entirety of Marvin’s cock disappeared.  The tight knob of his contracted balls pressed against his partner’s crotch as he wriggled a bit to confirm his embedment.

Some of Marvin’s torso came into view as he leaned forward over the gasping, writhing girl he had just impaled with his cock.  Planting both hands he readjusted his position to begin fucking her.  A little of his smooth penis peeked out during the process.

There was another murmured exchange between the males just before Marvin began to tease his partner with long, slow strokes.  Amy wished he would be more forceful and just take her.  She badly wanted him to bring her to a climax.  Somehow her desire-muddled mind thought that by willing Marvin to greater effort would cause Doug to do the same.

She noticed that Marilyn’s outside leg was riding on Marvin’s ass.  Oops.  She had neglected to engage her partner similarly.  She remedied the oversight, causing her pussy to tilt so that her sensitive spots were better addressed.  Things just kept getting better from there.  As Marvin picked up tempo, Amy felt it.  Marvin’s glistening shaft plunged and retreated with increasing urgency.  As she watched, Amy’s own breathing was becoming more labored and punctuated with squeaks that originated in the back of her throat.

Her eyes drifted closed as she concentrated on using her one leg to enhance the thrusts she was receiving.  At one point she started to raise her other leg to assist then remembered the protocol and laid it flat again so as not to obstruct Marilyn’s view of her own fuck site. 

As her excitement built, she bucked and thrust at her assailant.  At last she came in a flurry of shudders moans.  Her pussy tried to imprison its invader in a vice grip, but managed only to spasm.  Doug plowed on mindless of her condition and intent on his own purposes.  She was only vaguely aware when he ceased his stroking in favor of his own climactic thrusts, jerks and twitches.

Her mind resurfaced from her haze of pleasure to report that the full length and weight of Doug’s body was resting on her.  With his shoulder tucked under her chin and the sound of his gasping breaths coming from somewhere above her right ear, she was led to the conclusion that he was finished fucking her.  Just to be sure, she clenched her pussy muscles.  Not much life left in that one, she decided.  Still, the tingle in her body parts told her that she had been on the receiving end of a pretty satisfactory fuck.

Some movement on the bed caused her to open her eyes and look in the direction of the other couple.  All she saw immediately was Marilyn’s vacant, very moist pussy.  Tilting her head up, she found Marvin kneeling upright with a wet, shriveled penis dangling between his legs.  Used penises don’t win any beauty contests, she concluded.

It was when Doug began to stir and Marilyn sat up that she deduced Marvin and Marilyn had concluded their business somewhat before Amy and her partner.  The nod apparently went to Doug for staying power.

Amy lost track of Marvin and Marilyn as she turned her attention to the man whose cock was occupying her vagina.  When his face came into view he appeared to be one satisfied boy.  She hoped she was in some way responsible for his sated state.  She knew she had to concede credit for her blissful aura to him.  Mutual satisfaction, that’s what sex is all about, boys and girls.  You heard it here first.

Despite his glassy-eyed condition, Doug engaged her in tongue touching and mouth mashing.  She was more than happy to comply.  She contracted her vaginal muscles to show her appreciation.  Alas, the last of Doug’s penile integrity had been spent.  The stout pole that had assailed her only minutes before was docilely retreating from her body.

As they all sat cross-legged on the bed afterward, Amy and Marvin complimented their hosts on the choice of fuck program.  After a few more pleasantries and small talk, Amy and her roommate took their leave and found their way to the hyg.  In passing, Amy noted that she had kept her shoes on during the fuck.  Marilyn had shucked her shoes as soon as they got on the bed, but Amy had consciously decided not to imitate her.  Maybe she was adjusting to this “shoe thing.”

With her shoes parked in her closet a short time later, she exchanged goodnight kisses with Marvin while she lay on her back with him stretched out on top of her.  With legs apart, his flaccid penis lay against her labia as her inner thighs encased his legs.  It was a pleasant, non-demanding situation. The warmth of their skin in mutual contact gave her a feeling of happy security.  As she lay there with her fingertips lightly playing on his ribcage, exchanging whispered conversation between gentle kisses, she decided that boys were fun just to feel. 

When the conversation slowed and Marvin began to doze, she realized the pleasant interlude was over.  Her bedmate started awake and hoisted himself off her.  Lying side by side, he touched her hand only for a moment before he dropped off again.

She glanced at the digital display to once again marveling how early it was and how sleepy she felt.  Her last thought was of her mother’s stated intention to have another baby.  Got to get back to her, she resolved.

TO BE CONTINUED …