Freshman Orientation

Tuesday Earlier

Amy awoke before the alarm in a pleasant, sleepy, horny state.  She had a feeling that it had to do with a dream she had just awakened from, but of which she had no recollection.  Cause notwithstanding, it occurred to her that the solution to her problem was close at hand.  Accordingly, she rolled onto her side and reached a hand over the body of her sleeping bedmate whose back was toward her.  When she encountered the space between his legs, she was pleasantly surprised to find he was sporting a morning woody.  How convenient, she thought.

Throwing back the covers, she proceeded to coax Marvin onto his back.  Once that was achieved, she eschewed further ceremony as she straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his cock.

She was well on her way to pleasing herself when Marvin’s eyelids finally flickered.  A sleepy smile crept onto his face as his hands rose slowly to appropriate her breasts.  They made obvious targets for fondling as she leaned on her arms, fucking herself on his cock.

She was exceptionally wet, so she had to adjust to compensate for the reduced friction.  Marvin seemed disinclined to intervene, which suited her fine.  This would be her fuck, although the things he was doing with her nipples were pretty good, too.

The first tickling sensation gave way to that warm radiant that spread to her whole body.  This was going well.  She picked up the tempo as her need increased.  Watching her roommate intently she noted that his breathing and agitation indicated that he was rising as well.  Hold on.  Don’t pop too soon, she pleaded mentally.

Marvin started to thrash beneath her, but she was too far gone to by that point to mind him.  He was groping for her hips to pull her down on him for insemination but she was having none of it.  Breaking through his grip, she bounced more vigorously.  But a moment later the explosion stopped her.  He joined her.  As they both shuddered in their climaxes, they cooperated in getting him as deeply embedded in her as possible.

He had ceased twitching inside her and was lying limp by the time she was sufficiently reoriented.  She had managed to remain more or less upright with him inside her.  Sitting comfortably on him, she pulled her errant locks into some semblance of order as she waited for him to soften.  Judging from the way she felt “down there” she was leaking quite a bit.  His balls were going to be well anointed with their production.

Amy reviewed the situation.  She felt deeply satisfied and at peace with all around her.  Her body was ringing with pleasure.  It probably doesn’t get much better than this.  Let’s see, the formula must be wake up horny, locate a hard cock, ride it ‘til you cum, repeat as necessary.  On a more reflective note she concluded that her taking the initiative and maintaining control of the fuck benefited them both.  Lesson learned.  But how do you do that every morning?

His eyelids flickered and he began to smile.

“Good morning,” he murmured, “or are we already past that?”

She shrugged and grinned.

“I think this morning got off to a pretty good start – but that’s just me.  By the way, good job having a hard-on all set to go first thing.  Shows forethought and preparation.”

He sniggered wryly.

“That’s me:  Mr. Locked-and-Loaded.  The pump that always has a prime.”

By the time they finished their chuckle and she had bent over to give him a chaste kiss (mouth not in good condition for the full treatment), he had fallen out of her.  She took that development as an opportunity to suggest an expedition to the hyg.

Her euphoria persisted as they went through their joint and separate routines.  She greeted her classmates cheerily, arching her back and pushing her pussy forward at every opportunity.  She wanted everyone to know how happy her cunt was.

They encountered Elle and Trevor as they headed to breakfast.  Amy was holding Marvin’s cock while his hand cupped her ass. 

“There’s one happily fucked girl,” Elle remarked appraisingly.  “What a difference a day makes, huh?”

Amy laughed gaily.  She was aware of every part of her body as she walked: how her tits were bobbing, how her cunt felt loose and tingly, how her ass cheeks rippled under her partner’s hand.  When Elle complimented Marvin on a satisfied customer (“cunts-tomer” was how she actually pronounced it), he confessed that he could not claim to be the agency of Amy’s satisfaction.  Amy merrily noted that she hadn’t heard any complaints.

 “You’ll never hear me object to a free ride,” Marvin grinned.  “I got off and I hardly had to move a muscle – at least no voluntary muscles.”

“I was thinking,” Elle said as they attacked their breakfast.  “Super Cunt-suelo made an issue of how much fucking we’re doing.  I have to admit that if she’d gotten around to me in her little poll, I wouldn’t have gotten the kind of compliment that Marvin did.”  She bobbed her head toward him as an acknowledgement of his achievement.  “I’ve been thinking about how I can get more action and Trevor and I have chatted.”

“Right,” Trevor picked up.  He was a slim boy of above average height who was crowned with an unruly mass of ginger curls.  Amy’s impression of him was that he was alert and attentive but projected a very relaxed, laid back attitude.  “So we were thinking that maybe we should arrange for some hook-ups rather than wait for opportunities to pop up – no pun intended.”

Marvin and Amy nodded in unison. 

“Probably a good idea,” Marvin added.  “I might not run into as much luck as I did yesterday.  Any specifics?”

“Well for openers,” Trevor replied, “we thought that that maybe we’d make a swap fuck with you guys sometime today.”

Marvin and Amy glanced at each other. He shrugged and she inclined her head before turning back to their companions.

“Works for us,” Marvin said.

They agreed to meet during the first free period.  The girls would go to their own rooms to receive each other’s roommates.  Amy secretly approved of the idea of fucking out of sight and sound of Elle.  She was a nice enough girl but tended to be analytical and opinionated.  Amy just didn’t want her performance scrutinized and evaluated.

The conversation turned to other possibilities for finding fuck partners, but ended without any conclusive plans.  They adjourned to prepare for their day.  Amy exchanged tongue touches and “have-a-good-day” wishes with Marvin before setting off with Elle.

Mr. Yang was accompanied by five naked boys when he appeared for their morning session.  The boys’ necklaces proclaimed them upperclassmen.  There were three seniors and two juniors.  Amy recognized at least two of them from volleyball practice.  All were displaying the penile distension that is characteristic of incipient arousal.  Amy concluded that she and her female cellmates were about to do something that would vindicate the boys’ expectations.

“Good morning, ladies,” their counselor began.  “Welcome to the most important seminar of the week.  These gentlemen are with me this morning because they’ve agreed to assist with your training for this afternoon’s sexercise.  I recruited them from among the upperclassmen that are on campus for various activities. Let’s meet them Farleigh style.”

The ten girls descended from their stools and milled for a few moments until they found themselves in a rough line.  Once that was accomplished, the boys received a nod from Mr. Yang and stepped forward to perform the introduction ritual.  They were smooth and practiced but managed to seem personal by adding little flourishes.  Amy was impressed how they made such intimate touching seem perfectly routine and natural.

“Good,” their counselor concluded as the last boy and girl parted.  “Get seated and we’ll get down to business.”

When the ensuing bustle subsided, he continued.

“The sexercise this afternoon is fellatio – blow jobs – every man’s favorite team sport.”  He paused while his acolytes who remained standing broke into self-conscious smiles.  He favored his female audience with the slightest curling at the corners of his own mouth.  “Seriously, ladies, I don’t think any of you undervalue the ability to give a good head.  You know that it’s an absolutely essential social skill in heterosexual or male homosexual settings.  However, it is a sad fact of life that some women never become good at sucking cock.  We’re here to see that that tragedy never overtakes you. 

“I don’t want to suggest that all potential cock suckers can be trained to be great.  As with just about any other skill there are those with natural instincts or attributes – talent, we call it – to do it better than most.  However, it is my firm belief that in the case of this particular skill, just about anyone who is sufficiently motivated can learn to do it well.”

After the briefest pause, he added, “And of course good performance is directly proportional to the amount of effort – practice – that one puts into it.”

“All right, then.”  He abruptly shifted from lecture mode to motivational mode.  “Which of you aspiring young sluts wants to be a great cock sucker?  Show of hands!”

Caught by surprise, the response was sluggish.  Amy was not in the first wave of hand raisers.

“Hmm.  Some of you don’t seem sure.  Ms. Tancredi, are you sure you want to suck cock well?”

“Yes, uh … yes, sir,” the surprised girl stammered.

“Do you know what makes a great cock sucker?” Mr. Yang persisted.

“Uh … strong cheeks?”

“That doesn’t hurt.  But that can’t be everything, can it?”

Jet’s hand went up and he turned to her.

“Ms. Bodette?”

“Whatever it is, I’ve got it.”

The audience emitted a few chuckles.

“No, seriously.  I’m really good at sucking cock.”

Amy felt a tingle of apprehension.  Does that girl know what she’s doing?  Who would be that reckless in this setting?  The room was totally silent.

Mr. Yang’s face carried only the ghost of a smile.  Slowly, he unfolded his arms.  One hand reached down and grasped his cock.  He pointed the head at her.

“Sounds like an offer to demonstrate.  Ms. Bodette, if you would.”

The coolness of his tone caused Amy to want to shrink.  Jet, however, was off her stool and across the space, boobs and fluffy blond hair bouncing.  Although she eschewed smiling, her face was a picture of eagerness and self-confidence.  As she knelt in front of Mr. Yang, she looked up and him while she reached for his cock.  He relinquished it to her grasp.

“Everyone please gather around and observe carefully, but not too close,” he admonished as the head of his still limp member disappeared into Jet’s well-shaped mouth.

The boys came forward, distended cocks swinging.  Most of the girls stood down from their stools, attempting to get a good view. 

Jet set about sucking, licking and stroking her charge as her other hand fondled her partner’s scrotum.  Mr. Yang’s appliance rose to the occasion.  Assured of satisfactory arousal, Jet varied her attack, taking more of the cock into her mouth and pumping and twisting her head in an authoritative face fuck.  Mr. Yang’s hand found the back of her neck and his hips fell into a thrusting cadence.

Jet’s efforts persisted with increasing intensity for several minutes.  It began to occur to Amy that her moves were exaggerated as she gulped down Mr. Yang’s cock and then allowed it to retract.  She made a great show of getting it all the way into her throat without any hint of a gag reflex. 

Her head was whipping in circles and her tits were gyrating with her rapidly swaying body when Mr. Yang called a pause.  He took her head in both hands to check her plunges.

“Okay, Ms. Bodette, let’s just take a break for a moment.”  His voice wasn’t completely steady.

Jet’s face registered surprise as her mouth relinquished its guest.  She looked up at their instructor while he removed his hands from her head and extended both of them to her.  He pulled her to her feet while he spoke to the audience.  His rigid cock glistened with Jet’s saliva.

“That was very nice, but we need to analyze what’s been happening.”

He drew Jet to his side and draped an arm loosely around her waist.  She seemed a little dazed by the abrupt turn of events.  Amy could empathize that she was probably in a sexual haze when she was stopped.  Her labia seemed ruddy with arousal.  Mr. Yang’s arm was probably providing needed support for her wobbly knees.  Jet’s inside arm groped its way around her counselor’s waist as she leaned against him.

“Now, Ms. Bodette has been giving me a very vigorous and spirited blow job.  But my question to the group is: Was it a great blow job?  What do you think and why?”

While she groped to come up with an observation, Amy looked across at the male helpers.  Two were fully erect.  All were attentively looking over Jet.  Amy herself felt “squishy” down below and she knew without looking that her nipples were out and hard.  It had been a very good exhibition.

Serena raised her hand and received an acknowledgement.

“I thought it was great.  She had all the moves down.”

Mr. Yang nodded.

“She was technically very proficient.  And I don’t think she could have put more energy into it.  But did it have all of the elements that make it a great blow job?”

Silence ensued.  Jet seemed more aware.  She scanned the assembly and then looked up at her companion.  Her face continued to wear a question mark as she repeatedly pursed and parted the lips of her cute little mouth. 

“Now remember how she looked as she was sucking.  Next do a mental exercise where you substitute a musical instrument – say a trumpet or clarinet – for my cock.  Can you picture that?”  He paused for a few tentative nods from the surrounding girls.  “But a trumpet’s an inanimate object that you play on.”  He paused again.  Jet looked up at him again and simply blinked.

Something started to seep into Amy’s mind.  Performance.  It was like a performance.

“She was performing for an audience,” Amy said unbidden.

Mr. Yang’s eyes lit up. 

“Why is that a problem?”

It came to Amy in a rush.

“She should be interacting with her partner.  She was giving a very good blow job, but not to him ... uh, you.”

Their teacher grinned.

“Very good.  Mind you, no guy would walk away from a blow job like she was giving, but he wouldn’t necessarily seek her out again.  There was no bonding with the experience.  It wasn’t personalized.  When it was over, he would thank her and move on.  He might even be slightly embarrassed that she put so much skill and effort into it and he gave her nothing in return.”

Indu’s hand was up.

“Isn’t cock sucking one way?  What’s the guy giving?”

“Well, it’s not what he’s actively giving, but what the lady is getting.  I think you noticed that when your cellmates were eating your pussies yesterday that they were getting quite aroused.  They were more than ready to fuck you by the time you got off.  Does that make sense?”

“So we get aroused when we give head?  That’s what we get out of it?” Indu summarized.

“That and you’ve got a right to expect that he’ll reciprocate in some way – kind of an investment,” Mr. Yang concurred.  “Of course, there’s also the matter of convenience.  Sometimes the lady is inclined to gratify her partner’s needs but isn’t in the mood to engage her cunt.  A blow job is good alternative – another tool in your sex kit.

“But back to our problem:  if you’re just demonstrating your cock sucking prowess as performance art, you’re getting your reward from your audience – which might be just your partner – by their admiration and approval.  The young man might conclude he owes you nothing. He provided you with a prop for your performance. But if you engage in an intimate exchange of pleasure with your partner, he should feel obligated.”

“So you’re kind of accepting risk,” Elle observed.  “The girl is giving pleasure, hoping her partner will give her some in return.”

“But you do that anyway when you spread your legs for his cock,” Serena rejoined.  “He could get off and leave you flat if he’s got a hair trigger.”

“Agreeing to have sex always has some risk,” Mr. Yang agreed.  “Like all other human interactions, it’s got to be based on trust and a willingness to put yourself out there without guarantees.

“Okay, we’ve covered philosophy and attitude, but we have to move on,” he continued, shifting gears.  “Let’s get back to methods and technique.”

He launched into a discussion of the mechanism of cock sucking.  He asked for input and observations from the boys and from Jet, whom he continued to hold by his side.  The girl rallied from her reticent state and spoke authoritatively about her “secrets.”  As she spoke, she rolled her body toward her partner and placed her free hand on his abdomen.  Mr. Yang took no notice.

By the time they had all tried the throat relaxing techniques, the cocks in the room had mostly drooped.  Apparently talking about blow jobs can only maintain interest for so long.  Their instructor seemed ready to move on to the “practical.”

He paired off the girls and assigned each pair to boy.  He indicated that each pair needed to share their cock and observe each other.  However, he also said that he would continue to “work with” Jet.  That left one other unpaired girl.  He designated that Amy be that odd girl.  He justified that sign of favor because of her insightful comment.

Amy’s partner was a guy named Ben, a junior from the volleyball team.  He was tall with a sleek, muscled body.  His narrow face with its long, straight nose was a setting for a pair of keen hazel eyes.  His reddish brown hair was swept back.  Overall, she didn’t find him particularly attractive.  He appeared kind of sharp, like a smart aleck.

She stepped up to him and grasped his cock.  His cock had a good heft to it – already firm.  He was on his way.  She liked the way the tan of his cock matched the rest of him – all in a light honey brown monochrome.

After that manual initiative, she faltered.  She wasn’t sure whether she should kneel down and get to work or get acquainted.  He apparently decided on the latter.  He put a hand on her hip and used the other hand to insert a finger into her pussy.

“I saw you at practice yesterday.  You looked really good out there … and you played the ball well, too.”

He was completely deadpan and she felt awkward, so she didn’t catch on to his joke at first.  Off to his side Amy could see Jet slowly sinking to her knees in front of Mr. Yang.  Her fingertips trailed down his front and her eyes were holding his as she did so.  No doubt her interactivity quotient would be up this time.

“Uh, that was a compliment – actually two compliments,” Ben was saying.  “I didn’t seem to get credit for either.”

Flustered, Amy replied, “Oh, sorry.  I’m finding this a little awkward.”  She hesitated, searching his face for a clue and then added, “Maybe I should just start sucking you and you can show me what you like.”

“Well, that would be okay if I were paying you, but I think the exercise is to share a sexual experience.  You don’t want to get me into trouble with Mr. Yang, do you?”

His smile indicated that he wasn’t going to make this easy.  She should have known that these guys were coached.  They couldn’t be bought off with a quick blow job.  They were here with a purpose.  She needed a plan.

Without explicitly thinking about it, she began to massage his cock in both her hands.  She wanted to solicit his cooperation to get on with the exercise, but then she saw his facial expression become more alert.  That gave her an idea.  Continuing to manipulate his package, she started talking in a low, intimate voice.

“I think my mouth would interact really well with your cock.  My tongue …” She leaned forward and licked his lips. Her nipples touched his chest.  “… is very anxious to lick your nice, fat cock … but first it’s got to be very hard – rock hard.”  She moved her hand more obviously over his rapidly hardening cock.  Her voice became a breathy whisper as she continued.  His gaze was becoming less focused as his mouth drooped open.  “I want to suck you until you can’t stand it any more and you shoot a huge gob of your jizzum down my throat.”

Suddenly he chuckled and broke into a broad grin.  She was very disconcerted.

“Nice.  Very nice.  It was kind of hokey but I gotta give you an ‘A’ for effort – great improvisation.” 

While she had been talking, his finger had been busy.  He was holding her steady while he worked her cunt.  The results of his efforts were sensations that were beginning to distract her.  It blunted the resentment she should have felt at his put-down.

“I need you to take over,” he hissed.  “Here, finger yourself.”

He removed his finger from her and used that hand to take one of her hands from his cock.  Following his direction, her hand slipped under her mons to find her labia.  Unprompted her fingers curled except for the center one.  That one went in her.  His hand was still guiding hers when he issued his next instruction.

“Do yourself good.”  Her finger began to move.  “Nice.  Keep it up while you do me.”

She knew what he meant.  Holding onto his cock, she knelt.  Her eyes found his as she licked the tip of his cock, recovering a drop of precum.  She paused to be sure of his attention before she allowed her lips to engulf his cock head. 

While she worked his member, she covertly recovered her finger from her pussy.  That was ‘way too awkward.  She contented herself with using her moisture to facilitate the teasing of her clit.  The result was very satisfactory.  Her body began to sway as her mind descended in a delicious haze. Her eyes gradually closed with rise of her excitement.

She communicated her happy state to her partner though her mouth.  Eagerly, she sucked and pumped on the stiff rod of flesh in her mouth.  She wanted to gobble him down – to get him as far into her as she could.  It seemed as though her arousal was being provoked by her oral visitor as much as by her manual intervention down below. 

When he hitched she knew he was about to release.  As he grasped her head and tried to pull her down on his cock, she remembered her training.  Relaxing her throat muscles, she let him slide all the way back.  As he jerked with the first spurt, she felt her nose touch his abdomen.  Success!  He jerked twice more before relaxing his grip on her head.  She used the opportunity to pull back a bit before her gag reflex could assert itself. 

He was still quite hard when he pulled out of her mouth.  She felt him changing position and opened her eyes in time to see him join her on his knees.  His hand behind her head pulled their mouths together.  His tongue went inside as she felt her cunt report in.  She had become distracted when Ben had signaled his imminent emission and had lost track of her clit.  Now she felt a blunt pressure at her entrance.  She realized where his other hand had gotten to when she received his first thrust.  A gasp escaped her mouth into his.  Any doubt as to his intentions disappeared as his penis opened her still more with its second push.  Her weight lifted off her knees momentarily when his final thrust brought the root of his cock into contact with her spread vulva.  She wondered how this had become part of the exercise as he began to fuck her with compact strokes.

After a few thrusts, she experimentally clenched her pussy muscles.  His cum notwithstanding, his cock was quite firm.  This was not a tease, she was really getting fucked.  There wasn’t much she could do to help or hinder his efforts, so she concluded that it would be all right to relax and enjoy the ride.

As their mouths mashed together she surmised that he was searching to taste his cum on her.  That, however, did not account for what he was doing to her vaginal region.  This was truly an example of sexual multi-tasking. 

She was gasping into his mouth as her arousal built.  This was amazingly intimate sharing of body fluids and body cavities, she decided.  That thought was a great turn-on.  I really want to get off on this, she thought urgently as she pushed her crotch against her penile teaser.

When she did cum, she squealed into his enveloping mouth as she bucked against his crotch.  He held her tightly, preventing their disengagement at either end until she was spent.  Only when she relaxed, did he remove his mouth from hers.  He held her dazed, swaying body upright as he pulled his cock out of her sated cunt.  Only then did he relax his grip.  She settled back on her heels, then slowly slumped to her side in a semi-reclining position, catching herself on her extended arm as she did so.

When she looked up at him he was sitting back on his heels with his hands on his hips.  His cock was a long, slick serpent draped between his legs.  He was regarding her with a bemused smile.

“Okay?” he asked in a general sort of way.

“Uh, yeah.  Thanks.  That was nice,” she managed.  She was very sincere.  It had been a lot more than she bargained for … and a lot better.  And she had a much better opinion of this guy.

“All right, ladies, we’re just about out of time.  Finish up.”  Mr. Yang announced.

A few minutes later everyone was decorously seated.  Amy noted inordinate attention to their mouths by many of her cellmates as they pursed and blotted lips and repeatedly swallowed.  She concluded that there would be a rush to the hyg for mouth washing after dismissal.  Mr. Yang took note of the subtle activity. 

“I see everyone did a nice neat job.  That’s very good.  Remember: a lady always accepts her partner’s emission whether it’s vaginally or orally, so a lady always swallows.”

The boys received their counselor’s thanks for their assistance as they filed out.  Then he turned to his audience.  His cock was as limp as she’d ever seen.  Apparently, Jet had sucked him out pretty thoroughly.

“Everyone will get a chance to hone your skills at your 1300 session but before that you have to have your discussion.  So here’s your topic:  Should the age of consent be raised from 13 that is the case in most states today?”

After a pause to let the proposition sink in he added, “Understand that we’re not talking about sex between age peers, but between 13 year-olds and much older partners – like teachers.”  He finished with a faint smile.

Serena was appointed the moderator and the session was declared concluded.  At dismissal, Elle slid down from her stool and smiled tightly at Amy.

“Well, here goes.”

“This is not a big deal,” Amy insisted.  “Just relax.  It’s just another fuck.  The main thing is to communicate with him.”

Elle tossed her head dismissively.

“The fuck shouldn’t be a problem.  It’s the deconstruction of my personality that has me worried.”

She looked past Amy, causing the latter to turn to see Mr. Yang waiting by the door, apparently trying to look nonchalant, but his cock was half hard.  He was obviously anticipating his session with Elle.  He was flat a few minutes ago, Amy thought.  That guy’s amazing.

The two exchanged knowing looks and smiles.  The tension let up a bit.

“Go get’em, girl,” Amy murmured.  “Show’em you know what your cunt is for.”

As Amy looked up from her mouth rinsing a few minutes later, Saree was at her elbow.

“I think we’re headed to the same place,” she said without preamble.  “Want to go together?”

“Sure.”

As they fell in step, Amy observed, “Posture and carriage training could be interesting.  God knows I need it.”  She looked sidelong at her statuesque companion.  “Of course, you look like you could teach it.”

The other girl smiled at the compliment.

“I’ll hunch when I go in so I get the prize for most improved.”

The gathering was entirely female students.  Nine freshman girls comprised the class; two seniors were apparently the instructors.  Amy was given pause when she noted that one of them was Consuelo.  Amy felt a twinge of intimidation.  She quickly shook that off, however, and chided herself for reacting like that.

Consuelo’s companion was if possible more striking than she.  As she detached herself from the Latina and stepped forward to address the group, Amy appraised her.  “Polished ebony” was the phase that sprang to mind as she regarded the dark-skinned Afro girl with the excellent muscle development, statuesque posture and high, classic cheek bones.  Consuelo’s companion’s straight hair was swept back behind her ears from which silver hoop earrings depended.  The effect was not unlike the headdresses one sees in depictions of the ancient pharos and their consorts.  Her heavy-lidded eyes reinforced the regal impression.  Just as the girl parted her full lips to speak, Amy realized that it was her carriage that was the most arresting.  It seemed as though a pair of wires were hooked to the top of the cleft of her prominent vulva, ran through her high nipples, passed through her shoulders and were attached to points of support somewhere above her head.

“Good morning, ladies. I’m Helena and this is Consuelo.  We’re senior class moderators.”

Her accent had a lilt suggestive of West Indian origins.  Her perfect teeth showed in a slight smile.

“Welcome to the most important seminar you’ll have this week.”  She paused a beat to give that statement proper respect. 

Amy bemusedly compared that to Mr. Yang’s preamble in the previous seminar.  How can they both be right? Or is it the boy/girl thing?  The boy thinks blow jobs are the most important thing a girl can learn and the girl thinks looking good is numero uno.  As if responding to Amy’s question, Helena pressed her case.

“As nude women you’ll never not be noticed.  You might say you’ll always be on stage.  Of course, when you’re on stage you want to give a good performance and that’s what we’re about this morning – teaching you to perform. You want to look good at all times and in this session we’re going to show you how to accomplish that.”

Consuelo came forward to stand at her classmate’s side.  She planted her legs well apart as her hands took their accustomed perches on her hips.  Amy noted that both girls were wearing high heels. They were not the adjustable school-issue shoes.  Consuelo took her turn at reading Amy’s mind.

“First, we’ll need all of you to put your shoe heels at max extension, so please make that adjustment before we go any further.”

Most of the audience bent to that task.  Applying pressure to the root of the heel of one of the shoes with the thumb and index finger and holding it accomplished the objective.  The two shoes wirelessly coordinated their heel lengths.  When each girl stood the shoes would make fine adjustments to optimize the stress distribution on her feet.

“Next,” Consuelo continued when all heads had returned to the vertical, “we’ll work on sitting, so you can stay right where you are.”

“Can anybody tell me what a woman’s most important asset is?” Helena picked up.

When nearly all hands went up, she just smiled and said, “Answer altogether.”  She raised her outstretched arms as though eliciting an ovation.

A ragged chorus “cunt”, “pussy,” “our cunts,” “my cunt” and some others rumbled from the group.  Helena’s smile widened.

“Well I guess you have the idea.  But let’s get used to calling our asset a ‘cunt’.  ‘Pussy’ is kind of cute but in mature company we should not be afraid of that word.  After all, it wasn’t that long ago that it was considered somewhere between bad taste and obscene to say that word.  Now we say it proudly.”  She gathered herself and raised her voice.  “So what do we call that thing between our legs?”

“A cunt!” her students thundered back.  Even Consuelo permitted herself a small smile of amused approval.

“So what do we do with our most important asset?” Helena continued as she extended her wide-spread arms as though to embrace the group.

“We show it off.”

One girl was ahead of the group.

Helena’s head bobbed in assent as her face became animated.  Her hands dropped to her crotch where her spread thumbs formed a frame for her vulva.

“Yes, ma’am.  We show it off!” Her tone was high in motivational mode.  “We say, ‘Look what I got.  I am empowered.  I can wring any cock into a wet noodle.  Any guy who’s feelin’ lucky can try to get in here, but only the best do.  Are you feelin’ lucky, boy?’ Or we’re saying ‘Girl, I got the best cunt here.  It’s the wettest, tightest and prettiest cunt and who’s gonna say diff’runt?’”

Amy was grinning when Helena dropped her voice and retrieved her hands, turning them slowly outward toward the group as her arms raised again.  Her face was solemn.

“Or we’re just saying, ‘I’m a woman.  Respect me.  I bring the best to life – the gentler things, the warm things, the peaceful things.  I am also life-giving.  I have the babies; I nurture, I teach, I renew.  All this because I have this wonderful cunt.’”

Her voice was almost a whisper when she finished.  The room was completely silent.  Amy felt her eyes unaccountably moist.

Helena broke out of her motivational attitude and seemed to return to business.

“Either way, it’s your cunt, your femininity.  Your tits are just eye candy and boy toys.  You do your business with your cunt.  When you sit or lie or recline or whatever, you get a chance to show what you have to do business with – what you bring to the party.”

“First of all, straight back chairs are the bane of good cunt display.”  Consuelo had mounted a stool.  “You sit here…” she fit her spine to the low back of the stool.  “ …and your cunt is under you.”  Her legs were wide open up only the cleft of her pussy was visible.  “Always seek out a chair that you can lean back in.  If there isn’t one, never sit with both legs dangling.”  She drew up one leg, set the foot on the stool seat and inclined it to the side. Her pussy peeked out and opened. “This is one way of adjusting for a proper view.  If you have an armrest like I have here, it’s probably the best you can do.  If there is no armrest and you have the room, it’s always better to lay this leg flat.  Note that pulling a leg under you …” she shifted position to fold the raised leg under her.  “… doesn’t show nearly as well.”

“Don’t be tempted to imitate any of those TV news ladies,” Helena chimed in.  “Yeah, they’re naked and they might have a leg up but if you notice, they always have the other leg guarding their cunt.  That’s part of the silly code the entertainment folks adhere to.  It isn’t the standard for lady-like behavior.”

“And then there’s your hands,” Consuelo continued after a short nod of affirmation over her partner’s comments.  “Their resting position should be on your thighs.  That helps bring attention to your cunt.  Don’t actually touch or finger it unless the circumstances specifically call for that.  You’re showing what you got, not how it works.”

A hand went up.  Consuelo called on the questioner.

“Do we always display?  Even when we’ve just been fucked or when we’re aroused?”

“Absolutely,” Helena answered quickly.  “We’re not ashamed or shy about our sexuality.  We advertise it.”

“The point,” Consuelo rejoined, “is that all cunt display is done casually and matter-of-factly.  A lady doesn’t make a big deal about displaying.  She should not be trying to call attention to the jizzum oozing out of her after she’s had a man.  She just puts her cunt out there and lets the viewer draw their own conclusions.”

Another question:  “Aren’t there times when it’s not good taste to show everything?  I mean, in a job interview or something, shouldn’t you hold back?”

“The question is,” Consuelo answered, “where do you draw the line?  Is the open pink flower the way to go?  Is redness okay?  Is drooling gauche?  How do you know exactly what you’re doing without checking down there?  It gets really complicated and you can tie yourself up in knots trying to work it out.  Just keep your cunt presentable and make the widest possible display whenever you’re off your feet.”

“It may help to remember,” Helena added.  “You may be a lady but you’re also a slut.  A committed slut never apologizes when her cunt shows that she’s sexually active.”

“Okay, let’s try some practice and we can talk about situations as we go,” Helena announced.

Following the older girls’ directions, the freshmen moved their stools into a circle and practiced various positions, mutually giving and receiving critiques.  The two seniors also produced other types of seating to try.  Amy noted the challenge of locating her upraised leg with full heels.

“By the way, when you’re in a room with a bunch of other naked women, don’t be shy about checking out their cunts and how they display them.  Girls always watch each other anyway, so don’t hold back,” Helena instructed.

“And you might learn something.  A lot of times in a women-only group the underlying competition causes women to do their most … well, most aggressive, elegant and best displaying,” Consuelo added.

After some more display posture scenarios, the instructors called a halt and ordered everyone off their seats for standing and walking practice.  After they’d highlighted some do’s and don’ts by demonstrating how certain postures cause one’s abdomen to protrude or tits to sag, they moved on to more intense instruction.

“High heels are your friend,” Consuelo affirmed.  “If you let them, they‘ll help you maintain a good line when you’re standing and walking.  If you fight them, they’ll fight back, making you look bad and maybe hurting you.”

“Some girls never make peace with heels,” Helena picked up.  “You see them around, leaning forward as they walk, looking like they’re on pegs.  When you’re naked and your tits are free, that doesn’t look nice at all.

“You and your heels must find a comfortable walking stride and speed that allows you to maintain your look.  Don’t try to push past that.  Don’t try to run in heels.  A lady keeps a seemly pace.  If you know you’re going to have to hurry, don’t wear heels.  If you get surprised when you’re in heels and have to run, take them off.”

The session continued with practice and coaching.  They learned just how far apart to place their legs when standing.  “Arch your back and point your toes” proved not to be as easy as it sounded.  Predictably, Saree came to the favorable notice of the instructors and was asked to demonstrate and discuss how she achieved her look.  Consuelo surmised that the Muslim girl had had prior training.  Saree confessed that her aunt had been a runway and an e-zine model and that she had coached Saree from a young age.

“Did your aunt have any problems with the family when she was a model?” Amy asked as they walked together after the class.

“Some.  There was a difference of opinion as to how appropriate it was for an Islamic girl to parade naked in front of the world.  My mom was very supportive of her little sister.   Fortunately, my aunt never did any porn, so when she retired – models retire pretty young – and took a more conventional role in the community – wife and mother – it all blew over.”

“How did she avoid doing porn in that business?”  Amy knew that even fully dressed models were often pictured demurely lifting the skirts of their outfits to reveal a cock inserted in their vaginas from behind.  Even when not depicted in flagrante they often were shown being accosted by or grasping the cock of a nude male.

“It’s probably not possible now, but it was back then.  Actually,” Saree’s voice dropped into a low, confidential register, “My Auntie Liyah told me she did do a porn shoot once but backed out and refused to sign the release.  Apparently, her contract allowed her to do that.”  Saree paused contemplatively, then added.  “My aunt is probably my favorite person.  She’s very perceptive.  A lot of what we talked about last night comes out of what I discussed with her over and over.”

“Are bow-legged girls allowed in this club?”

Amy turned to see Elle overtaking them.  Apparently her session with Mr. Yang had just ended.  Amy gave her an appraising once-over and concluded that the experience had been positive.  For her part, Elle was looking at them expectantly.  Saree spoke first.

“So, how’d the Amazing Mr. Yang do?”

“He made me squeal … quite a bit.”  Elle’s face was wreathed in a broad smile.  “He brought me off while he ate me and then got me off I don’t know how many times with his cock.”  She shook her head.  “I was disappointed and grateful when he finally spurted.  Disappointed because he couldn’t keep going and grateful because I didn’t think I’d be able to stand any more orgasms.”

“Wow,” Saree marveled, “are you sure he’s human?  Maybe he’s an automaton programmed to fuck like crazy.”

“If he is, I hope they mass produce him.  I’d sure buy one.”

Amy couldn’t contain her curiosity, but she wanted to respect Elle’s privacy.  She framed a circumspect question.

“Any collateral psychological damage?”

Elle seemed to be expecting the inquiry.  She sobered a bit.

“Not really.  The conclusion was that I tend to over-analyze and be judgmental.”

“He said that?”

“No, I did … in response to his probing.  Like I said, I’m very analytical.”

“So that was okay?”

“We discussed the upsides and downsides to the condition.”  Elle shrugged.  “It is what it is.  He didn’t prescribe any medicine for it.”

While Amy contemplated her relief that Elle had had a positive experience, the latter cut her thought short with a reminder of their “appointment.”  Leave taken of Saree, she and Elle repaired to their rooms.  Amy wondered briefly how Marvin’s performance would fair in Elle’s evaluation after her experience with their counselor.  She didn’t have long to contemplate that, however.  Trevor was loitering in the doorway of her room.

“Hey,” he offered laconically.  He gave her a quick look over from her tits to her cunt and back again.  Taking the license, she openly checked out his package.  His cock was arched off his balls in anticipation.  That seemed promising.

“Hi, Trevor, come on in,” she replied trying to affect a breezing style as she swept past him.  What’s proper etiquette when greeting a guy who has an appointment to fuck you?

He followed in her wake.  At the foot of the bed she turned to him, reached out and grasped his cock.  It was firm, going on hard.  He cracked a smile when she grabbed him but made no move to touch her.  He seemed to be waiting for her.  Mindful that she needed to work on her journal, she decided to move things along.

“How do you want me?” she asked as she continued to work his rigid cock.

He was apparently expecting the question, judging from the promptness of the answer.

“How about standing up with me behind you?  You can use your hands to brace against the wall.”

That seemed like an interesting change, so she assented.  She held onto his cock as she took a step toward the side wall opposite the video display, but he stopped her.

“Not that one; the one on the corridor.”

She looked at the glass wall and realized this boy was more imaginative than she supposed.  As he fucked her, her contortions – including facial reaction – would be on display to all passers-by.  She wondered if she would find that distracting.  She gave him a shy smile as she started toward the glass partition, cock still in hand.

At his suggestion, they remained facing each other for a few moments as they indulged in foreplay.  He fingered her pussy as he bent to suck her nipples.  She never lost her grip as she massaged his cock.  When their breathing and writhing attained a fevered level, he changed his attitude and guided her through the motions of turning around and bracing against the glass while setting her legs well away from it – and each other.  She leaned forward expectantly.

He reached between her legs to test the opening formed by her spread.  Apparently satisfied, his finger sought her cunt again.  He worked her for a while, causing her passion to heighten.  As her gasping breaths became more ragged, she felt his finger pause and his other hand come into play between her legs.  She knew what was coming next.

He required a second try to align his cock with her passage, but once accomplished he didn’t hesitate again.  With his beachhead established, both of his hands claimed perches on her hips where they joined her waist.  Using that grip, he held her in place while he thrust all the way into her.  She enjoyed the growing sensation of fullness as he penetrated her.  Dimly, she realized that his entry was being facilitated by the fact that she still wore her heels extended, improving his angle of attack.

Violation.  This kind of forceful entry from behind must be what they were thinking of when they adopted that word to describe sexual penetration.  Her body was being used for another’s pleasure without caring about her needs.  The thought excited her still more.  She wanted to see what he would do next.

He took a few test strokes.  Sufficiently pleased with the results, he started to fuck her in earnest.  She made a few tentative attempts to thrust back, but found it ineffective.  Acquiescing, she held more or less still while he pumped her cunt.  This would be all him.

As he settled into a pattern, her swiveled front.  She started.  A couple that she recognized was loitering in the hall watching her.  They smiled when they saw her looking back and waved as they continued to watch.

She didn’t have time to ponder that development before a new sensation drew her attention.  One of Trevor’s hands had quit her waist and was now stroking her clit.  She twitched as the excessively pleasurable feeling coursed through her body.  He persisted.  She writhed and moaned.  A boy was standing on the other side of the glass.  He was holding his cock as he watched her.  She was only vaguely aware of him.

The noise she made as she went over was high and keening.  She didn’t recognize the voice as her body lit up with intense pleasure.  Feeling her legs begin to buckle, she made a superhuman effort to lock her knees.  The support offered by his imbedded cock helped stabilize her situation.

She was still well up in the realm of hazy pleasure when she realized how fiercely he was fucking her.  He was no doubt near the end of his course.  It was only a moment later that he faltered.  His hand froze on her clit as he made his final thrust.  A groan followed a grasp as he jerked repeatedly.  He gripped her tightly as he spent himself.

He was relaxing when her eyes opened again.  There was a mixed group of five of her floor mates watching from the other side of the glass.  She blinked a couple of times before the scene registered.  There were smiles and whispered exchanges.  A few nodded their approval. 

Marilyn led the applause that started as Trevor pulled out of her.  It persisted as Amy regained full verticality.  Her partner stepped from behind her and took a bow, then he extended a hand to her.  She took it and looked at him for guidance.  On his nod she performed a deep curtsey.  Another wave of applause ensued.  Inspired, she put her free hand to her smiling lips and blew her audience a kiss.

In the hyg a few minutes later, Amy and Trevor were still chuckling over how their fuck had turned into a spectator event.  Trevor admitted that the position was a spur-of-the-moment idea. 

“You were a good sport about it,” he observed as he dried his genitalia.  Still smiling but in a more serious vein he added, “Girls in general I think are good sports about sex.”

“What makes you say that?” Amy asked, pausing in her attention to her juicy pussy.

“Guys can’t get over unless they shoot their wad – preferably into a girl.  Even though it makes them all messy, girls don’t seem to mind.  They just go along with it – even though most of the time they hate getting messy.”

Amy thought as she dabbed her cunt one more time.

“I don’t know if ‘go along’ is quite what we do,” she responded slowly.  “We think sex feels good, too.  A little mess isn’t a big deal after an orgasm.  And having one of these” she pointed to her pussy “requires a certain amount of maintenance anyway.”   She thought some more.  “Actually, I guess we’re kind of wired up to like having things going on inside us – in our pussies, that is.  I think it’s partially the excitement of feeling a guy lose it while he’s inside that makes it so much fun.”

Trevor listened with rapt interest as though receiving a revelation.  His cock got chubby as she spoke.  She was gratified by his profuse thanks for her insight.  She felt very wise.

A little bit later she was sitting alone on the edge of the bed trying to focus.  Trevor had departed pleading the need to work on his journal.  She should be doing the same.  But being slightly dazed and sexually stimulated, she was finding it hard to focus.  She kept thinking of how she could have elaborated on her dissertation to Trevor in the hyg.  While casting about for a starting point, she remembered that Mr. Yang’s evaluation would be available.  She called it up.

It was rather brief.  She scanned it quickly.  “… very positive attitude toward sexual activity …open to new experiences … eager to please at the expense of pursuing her own preferences … thoughtful and introspective … keen observer.”   Hmm ... Okay, but kind of clinical.  She settled down to read it through.  By the time she’d read it the second time, her afterglow was gone.  Her mind was struggling with the import of Mr. Yang’s evaluation.  What was she expecting?  There was no “shows exceptional aptitude for the Farleigh lifestyle ....will be a shining example of the best Farleigh has to offer.”

Then she caught herself.  Since when did she want to be a stand-out?  Quiet, non-spectacular high achievement and the self-satisfaction that brought had been her objective. Why wasn’t that still good enough?  Her mind whirled around that question for several moments but refused to engage.  Later, she decided.  Something in her may be changing but it wasn’t changed yet.  It was too soon to analyze the situation.  Come back to it later.

The journal update that she forced didn’t sparkle with gems of insight.  She consoled herself that she would feel “more like it” later. 

As she noticed lunchtime approach, she wondered where Marvin had gotten to.  She decided to call him as she started for the cafeteria area.  Ignoring her few outside messages, she placed the call.  Marvin answered promptly.  His face was flushed and tense in her heads up display.  She knew that look.

“Hey, ready for lunch?” he gasped, attempting a grimace of a smile.

“Uh, yeah.  Are you still fucking Elle?”

“Uh … uh …” He was having trouble forming words.  “No … finished with her a … while ago.  Ran into someone else who wanted … to fuck.  Be done in a minute…Already in caf lounge.”

“Okay.  See you there.”  That seemed a little awkward, but she couldn’t imagine what else she could have said under the circumstances.  If he’d gotten another fuck so quickly, more power to him, although she couldn’t help wishing he’d give her the right of first refusal on a nooner.

As she entered the vestibule of the lounge area, she saw him, or rather, saw them.  Crystal had her shoulders against a pillar.  Her feet were planted well away from her support, thrusting her pelvis out toward her partner.  Marvin’s balls were tight as his cock thrust in and out of her.  He had a hand on each of her hips.  Both of her hands were on his ribs.  Almost as soon as the scene registered, Amy saw Marvin hitch in telltale fashion.  He jammed his cock hard into Crystal’s cunt and proceeded to buck with his eyes squeezed shut.  She noted how his ass cheeks dimpled with the strain.

As his orgasm subsided, Marvin opened his eyes and smiled at his partner.  Then he leaned forward for a tongue touch.  As their heads parted, he looked in Amy’s direction.  He grinned.

“Amy.  Good timing.  We’re just finishing up.”

Crystal’s head swiveled toward Amy as well.  Her expression was much more neutral.  She was gauging Amy’s reaction.  Amy made a quick decision:  She decided to smile.

“Good.  What’s for lunch?”  Then she looked at his poker-faced companion.  “How’s it going, Crystal?”

Crystal blinked a couple of times before answering.

“Oh hi, Amy.  Going good, thanks to our friend here.”  She turned to give Marvin a little smile. 

They held their pose as Marvin related how he’d come down here to find a quiet spot to dictate his journal entry.

“Then I saw him and realized that I hadn’t been fucked in a good hour or so,” Crystal joined in the flow, apparently over her initial misgivings about Amy’s reaction.  “I went over to him and made a reasonable request.” She favored him with another dreamy smile.  “…and the rest is fucking history.”

Amy renewed her smile at Crystal’s sally and let it recede slowly while Marvin withdrew from his partner’s cunt.  Marvin slipped either arm around both girls’ waists and propelled them into lunch.  Amy noted that his slick cock was drooling a bit from the tip, but he paid that development no heed.  As a matter of fact, he gave no indication that he regarded any of the proceedings anything but perfectly natural.  He was his jocular, engaging old self.

As they ate with a familiar group that included Elle, Trevor, Scott and Mika, Amy spotted Rick at an adjacent table, apparently unconcerned with Crystal’s whereabouts.  At least two girls were favoring him with their attention.  Amy pondered Crystal and Rob’s lack of engagement.

Amy’s group drifted into the greater area after lunch to mix with the crowd.  Amy spotted the new Tovah seemingly declaiming in an animated fashion to another couple.  Her faithful roommate stood nearly mute behind her as her hand held his cock firmly.  Another interesting couple dynamic to contemplate, she decided.

As Marvin was partially swallowed up by his coterie, Scott culled Amy from the periphery. 

“Getting your numbers up for Consuelo?” he asked by way of finding a conversational opener.  Amy missed a beat before she realized he was referring to the number of fucks per day.

“The day’s off to a decent start,” she replied nonchalantly.  “I’ve got ... uh ... three so far.”  When Scott nodded acknowledgment, she asked him about his total.

“Three also.  After Mika this morning, Rhoda came around at the break asking for another concert.  She brought a friend.  They took turns sucking my cock as I played.  They both rode me afterward.”  He was thoughtful for a moment.  “Maybe that counts as two.  I only came in the second girl’s cunt.”

Amy nodded a smiling assent.

“I think it counts as three.”

That stray lock of hair was teasing his forehead.  Without thinking, she reached up and brushed it back.  It fell forward immediately.  He cast his eyes upward and offered a small apologetic smile.

“I’ve never succeeded in getting that to behave.”

“Just as well.  It’s kind of cute.”

They were in a moment.  She felt it.  He was a cute guy, after all. 

“Uh, I was ...” he began.

“Hey, guys, have you seen Elle?”

Serena was beside them.  Ty was beside her.  Neither seemed aware that their arrival was very ill-timed.

The spell broken, Amy stammered that she didn’t know the whereabouts of the person in question.  Scott nodded mute affirmation.  Amy hoped they’d move on and make their inquiries elsewhere.  They didn’t.  Apparently, the question was just a segue into striking up a conversation.  Amy kept her answers short, but that failed to discourage them.  When Fran and Luis also approached, Amy resigned herself to the fact that she would have to rekindle her spark with Scott some other time.

At Fran’s suggestion, they began to migrate toward their meeting place.  As they came into view of the spot they saw that Elle was already comfortably seated on the grass having an amiable exchange with Jet, Brad and a few others.  Amy watched Serena take a seat next to Elle and heard her inquire where she had been, but Dwayne appeared at Amy’s side just then.  His expectant greeting reminded her that as former fuck partner she should touch tongues with him.  That ritual accomplished she took a seat as well.

As they settled, Brad remained standing, tablet in hand and cock at half mast.

“I’m going to read the pairings now,” he announced laconically before doing just that.

Scott was one of the first names called.  He smiled farewell at Amy before rising to join his new partner.  Amy was assigned to Luis.  He was a Euro-Hispanic with uncompromisingly dark brown eyes and a cleft chin.  His keen eyes coupled with his rather heavy eyebrows gave him an intense, intellectually passionate look.  In an apparent attempt to soften his appearance, he colored his hair a kind of orange blond with brown tips.  Amy didn’t think it worked.  His cock was pleasantly chubby with promise.  It seemed like the most congenial part of his look.  They sidled together obligingly.  At his initiative they exchanged smiles. 

Amy noted that Saree exchanged a longing look with Rashid who had been sitting next to her before he rose to join Indu.  Amy supposed that something had developed between them.  His bobbing, half-hard cock reinforced her suspicions.

As Brad concluded his duty and took a seat next to his assigned partner, Serena rose.

“Okay, kids, here’s our topic,” she announced with a teasing smile.  She paused for effect before pronouncing it.  There was no immediate reaction.  Serena’s smile tightened.

“Okay, I think 13 is a good age.  Any younger and boys and girls are not developed enough physically.  Any older gets to be a slippery slope.  You get the government policing sex too much.”

“Well, there are some caveats to that age of consent, aren’t there?”  It was Scott who was paired with Fran.  “I mean the young person has to have their STD and contraceptive shots up to date.  How is anybody supposed to know that about some kid you just met?”

“It’s more fun than that in some states,” Jet chimed.  “You can’t fuck a person under 14 if you’re in authority over that person.  So in other words, a parent or a teacher can’t fuck a 13 year-old.  But you could make that case for just about any adult.  A kid would be inclined to see any adult as an authority figure.”  Jet looked disapproving.

“Yeah, and truth be told, there are laws that say it’s no crime to fuck a person under 13 as long as you’re no more than two years older.”  It was Luis this time.  “It’s a real circle jerk.  If you let it work on your head, you’d be afraid to fuck anybody who didn’t look at least 40.”

“But it sounds like you’re okay as long as you fuck someone around your own age,” Indu observed.  “Frankly, I don’t have a lot of inclination to do a 40 year-old – or a child.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jet smirked.  She was idly teasing one of her nipples with her thumb.  “I’ll bet half the people here have fucked partners that were at least 10 years older than themselves before they got here and did faculty members.  And as long as we’re being totally honest, I think older guys bring some interesting things to the party. I thought so before I was 13.”  Before anyone could react to that veiled disclosure, she  swept the group with a smile: “I don’t mean to put down you young guys.  Actually, I wouldn’t want a steady diet of 40 year-olds either.”

“Variety’s the key,” Serena summed up with an approving nod.  “But really, what’s the downside to having the age at 13?”

“I don’t see much,” Luis observed.  “I mean, really, kids nowadays know all about sex by the time they’re five.  Used to be that sex was practically a state secret.  No kid under 13 was supposed to know about it – or for that matter what adults look like naked.  I think kids these days are looking forward to having sex almost as soon as they’re out of diapers.  Trying to prevent it by law is perverted.”

“I’m down with that,” Jet declared, relenting from teasing her nipple and sitting up straighter.  She laid her bent legs flat in front of her, managing to keep her pussy in full view.

“But that’s not the question,” Saree insisted.  “Age of consent means that if the sex is consensual, the older partner could be any age.  It could be an older guy exploiting a girl by pressuring her into it just because he has a taste for young skin.  She may not have the experience and perspective to give informed consent.”

“Here we go again,” Luis replied, showing obvious impatience.  “Always it’s the girl being exploited by the dirty old man.  That’s the image the sex police wannabes always hold up.  How about young boys?  It just doesn’t have the fear factor because girls are more ‘vulnerable.’”  He made sardonic quotation marks with the fingers of both hands.  “Now that STDs and pregnancy are out of the picture and assuming that the kid is developed enough to give or take a hard cock, it all boils down to psychological damage.  I contend that you can’t guard against that absolutely.  There are people who are psychologically unable to cope with the intimacy of sex that are well into adulthood and there are pre-pubescent kids who are mature enough to handle it.  Now, I admit either of those are unusual cases but the law only attempts to protect the younger person, whether it’s required or not.  Chronological adults who have emotional or mental problems that preclude their coping with sexual activity are left to fend for themselves.  It’s just too arbitrary.”

“Yeah, they’ve just applied the lowest common denominator to the younger kids – assuming they’re all as incompetent to make the choice as the least competent of them,” said Brad nodding.

“And giving the benefit of the doubt to the partners of the deficient adults – even if they are exploiting defenseless people,” Elle added with a slow nod.

“Then there’s the cultural side,” Rashid weighed in.  “This age of consent thing is really a relatively recent development in Western society and imposed on the rest of the world.  Over most of time and in most of the world there was no such thing.  It was not unusual for an older guy to pay a bride price or whatever, to get a 12 or 13 year-old girl as a fourth wife.  In the West that was statutory rape.”

“Well, there were a lot of nasty practices in a lot of societies: child labor, slavery, infanticide, honor killings, cannibalism and stuff like that,” Serena observed.  “Just ‘cause it was practiced somewhere at some time, doesn’t mean it was a good thing.”

“And I wonder how many of those child brides died in childbirth because they weren’t developed enough to handle a full term pregnancy,” Elle growled.  Amy felt a thrill of loathing pass through her.

“Wait, wait,” Rashid protested, somewhat abashed.  “I guess I didn’t make my point.  Where I was going with that is that what’s proper and acceptable depends on the time and place.  What we have in this society now is not where things were in Pakistan 100 years ago or what was right and proper in Victorian England or medieval Baghdad.  I’m saying that with the current openness about sex and all the education the kids get, they’re pretty much ready and willing to take on sex partners and deal with the consequences.  Hell, we’re living proof of that.”

“But we’re a hand-selected group,” Amy heard herself say.  “I’m thinking about my friends and kids I’ve known back home ... I mean, they were okay with things but they didn’t all have their feet so firmly on the ground that I would say they’re ready for the stuff we do.”

“But going back to what I said yesterday and what Luis has been angling at: like it or not, our bodies are ready for and want sex as soon as we go through puberty.”  Jet was back. “Up until recently, just about every society you can name tried to bottle that up.  Maybe some Pacific island societies were freer, but that was a rare exception.”

“So I guess the point we’re getting around to is ‘We can’t control it perfectly, so let’s not try.’”  Serena was summarizing again.

Luis nodded.

“That’s pretty much where I’m at.  Don’t err on the side of repression.  Let people make their own choices and clean up whatever wreckage results.  I personally guess society will suffer less damage than in trying to find, prosecute and jail all the 18-year-old ‘dirty old men’ who fuck younger girls.” 

The conversation meandered a bit longer without plowing any new ground.  At last Serena called ‘time.’

“Now for the event you’ve all been waiting for,” she announced in an exaggerated sing-song.  “– or maybe I should say all you guys have been waiting for – the sexercise!  Today we have blow jobs on the menu.  Everyone get to work and enjoy.”

Amy and Luis faced each other.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked.

“Uh, well, if it’s okay with you, why don’t you just stand up and I’ll blow you on my knees.”

He gave a shrug of agreement and started to rise.

“Sounds simple enough: I stand and you suck.”

She experienced a moment of satisfaction at the matter-of-fact way they went about preparing to share they bodies.  No big deal, just a class exercise.

When they had assumed their respective positions, Amy took hold of his cock and examined it critically.  It was chubby and firm, imparting a nice heft in her hand.  The head formed a nice, fat mushroom.  She anticipated the mouth feel of it.  The eye was open almost as if it was inquiring what she was waiting for.

Satisfied with her inspection, she cupped his balls with her other hand and then looked up at him as she licked his glans.  He was watching her intently, lips parted.  He drew a breath as she put the head into her mouth.  She continued to watch his face as she very slowly sucked the head.  The member in her mouth became quite rigid.  Stage One complete.

As she began to work her mouth up and down his shaft, she decided she needed more support.  Releasing his balls, she used her newly freed hand to grasp his thigh.  Much better.

She continued to cast her gaze upward as she persisted in her ministrations.  The more strained his expression, the more engaged she became.  It occurred to her that she was becoming aroused as she sucked and licked his cock.

He was beginning to gasp and sway.  His hands enclosed her head.  She experienced a momentary concern that he was going to topple over on her.  He seemed to gain stability, however, and the fear passed.

With his now assuming partial control of her head movements and encouraging more thrusting than licking, she dropped her eyes and concentrated on moving him along.  As their interaction became more vigorous, she felt her tits sway.  Feeling confident in her control of the situation, she took him to the back of her throat.  Oops, almost gagged.  She pulled back quickly and regrouped.  Relax the throat.  Relax the throat.  She went again.  Success.  In moment of bravado she paused and held him all the way back.  She imagined his nice, big mushroom completely past her vocal chords.

She pulled him to the front of her mouth again and used her arched tongue to massage his glans.  She followed that with a mixture of sucking and thrusting.  Her cheeks were continuously hollow as she sought to impart maximum stimulation to his cock. 

Her eyes were closed when she heard him gasp and felt him hitch.  She made a quick decision and went for the deep throat.  He bucked and twitched as he lost his load.  Fearing he’d provoke a gage reflex, she maximized her grip on the root of his cock and his thigh seeking to immobilize him.  Her nerve failed her, however.  She pulled him back into her mouth and let him finish his emission there. 

His fluid found its way to the tip of her tongue where it imparted its salty taste.  Keeping her lips tight around his shaft, she swallowed as best she could.  As his eruptions subsided and he relaxed, she felt a swell of satisfaction.  She taken him over and contained his entire load.  Very neat work.  Feeling enamored of her accomplishment, she added a flourish.  By pressing his urethral bulge with her arched tongue and lower lip as she worked her mouth up his shaft to the head, she sought to milk him of his residual semen.

As he gently pulled her head away from his cock, she carefully pursed her lips and swallowed once more before looking up at him.   What she saw was his face descending rapidly towards hers as he knelt heavily in front of her.  As he rocked back on his heels, she deduced that his knees hadn’t held up all that well after all.   His dazed look confirmed her evaluation.

“Amazing job.  I couldn’t hold out against sucking like that.”  His voice was low and gasping. 

She couldn’t help smiling her pleasure.  She looked at his limp, wet cock dangling between his splayed thighs.  Yep, sure looks like it was sucked out.  She became aware that they were early finishers.  The other couples were still engaged around them.  In most cases it seemed that the boys had assumed recumbent positions with the girls crawling between their legs to service them.

“Glad you liked it.  I enjoyed your cock,” she replied in the same low tone.  The breathiness of her own voice indicated that she had been turned on by the blow job more than she had thought.  “It was very ...” She groped for a word. “suckable.”

His expression changed to one of intent.  He knelt upright and knee-walked to her.   

Not sure what his plans were, she waited until he slipped a hand behind her neck, pulled her against him and covered her mouth with his.  She opened to admit his tongue which commenced a search.  It occurred to her what he was about: he was seeking to taste himself in her.  She probably should have held some of his cum in reserve on her tongue – a lesson for next time.

He ended the kiss and drew back with a purposeful look.  Suddenly she realized the hand that wasn’t behind her head was between her legs.  It gained entry through her open pussy lips and sought regions further inside.

“Just a little ‘thank you,’” he murmured as he worked her.

It was her turn to start gasping and swaying.  She sought support by laying a hand on his waist.  Her other hand wound up between them.  She grasped what it encountered.  It was his cock which had recovered some of its appealing firmness.  She held it appreciatively as she felt it grow.

At the outset of his assault she had been watching his face at close quarters.  Now her eyes drifted downward as her head declined.  Supporting it had ceased to be a priority.

He helped her lie back.  Her legs fell open of their own volition.  At some point in the process she had lost her grip on his now-rigid cock.  Its whereabouts did not remain a mystery for long.  She sighed as her cunt was filled.

He fucked her at an unhurried pace.  She writhed slowly as her body responded to the stimulus of his cock inside her.  This was a nice, low-pressure fuck – a bonus fuck after the assignment is complete.  She reached for him with her arms and legs to offer him encouragement.

Eventually her need overcame everything else.  She wanted to get over; she wanted her climax.  She sent her message through her legs, pulling more insistently into her with each stroke.   He obliged, picking up the pace.

She squeaked when her excitation peaked.  She held her breath momentarily as she tried to pull him further into her through her spasming cunt.  His bulk was too much for her to move.  She succeeded rather in pulling her upper body up off the grass.  At last she exhaled and slumped back.

When she felt him pull out, she reached to restrain him but grasped only air.  Opening her eyes, she saw him sitting out of the margin of her spread legs watching her attentively.  His cock stood rigidly out of his crotch.

“You’re still hard,” she managed.  Her voice was still breathy.

He nodded in affirmation while he mounted a wan smile.

“Yeah I wasn’t about to make it over again.  Too soon for me.  That was strictly for you.”

She was touched.

“Thanks.  That was nice.”

He shrugged.

“The least I could do.”

A pair of female legs appeared behind Luis.  Amy turned her gaze upward until the smooth pussy and then the naked torso gave way to Elle’s smirking face.

“Do we need to call the EMT’s?” she asked.

“Naw.  I think she’ll live.”

Luis stood, leaned forward and offered Amy his hands.  Once on her feet, Amy realized that most of the cell has dispersed.  Apparently, her after-sexercise tryst with Luis had consumed more time than it seemed.  Urgency quickly dispelled the afterglow of the sex.  This was a period for journal work.  After giving it short shrift earlier, she was anxious to utilize the time.

“Are we running late?” she asked as she consulted her wrist companion. 

She saw it really wasn’t late.  The session apparently finished early.  The guys must have all shot off quickly.  Nevertheless, her highlighting the time seemed to break up whatever mood of conviviality that was prevailing.  Luis excused himself and set off.  Elle accompanied Amy.  They had only gone a short distance back to the building when they encountered Scott who seemed to be waiting for them.

Amy smiled at the sight of him. 

“Hi, Scott.  How’d your BJ go?”

He seemed caught off guard by the question.  He tossed his head.

“Okay, I guess.  I got off in her mouth and she didn’t bite me.”

They all grinned at his allusion to every guy’s worst fear. 

“How was yours?” he asked in return.  He made no move to walk with them, so Amy came to a stop.

“Not bad.  He seemed to enjoy it and I got fucked afterward.”

“So I noticed.  That puts you ahead for the day.”

Elle shuffled her feet suggestively.  When both Amy and Scott ignored her hint, she took her leave and set off for the building.

Amy knew she should be catching up on her much-neglected journal, but here was Scott, it was a free period and ...  They wound up sitting on the grass and chatting amiably.  Amy arranged herself on her side, propped on elbow with bent leg standing upright so her pussy was open to him.  She meant it to be a friendly display, not necessarily an invitation.  He sat up cross-legged with feet pulled in close and his cock draped over an ankle.  It was relaxed but not totally flaccid – sort of an indication of possibility rather than an imminent threat.  They talked about their experiences.

“Is this starting to seem normal to you yet?” he asked with a small smile.   The sweeping hand gesture that accompanied his question left no doubt that he was speaking of the goings-on these past days.

“No,” she admitted. “It seems like we’re doing some intensive training that will be over soon and we’ll be able to go back to behaving the way we used to – whatever that was.”

“Right.  Whatever that was.  I mean, I fucked and ate pussy before this week – what normal, heterosexual kid doesn’t? – but I wouldn’t ever expect to do this much of it with this many partners in this short a time.  Not that I’m complaining. I’m just amazed.”

“Do you feel like you’re learning anything by doing all this?” she challenged for no particular reason.  She was surprised that he responded without hesitation.

“Yeah, actually I’m learning all kinds of things.  Of course, I’m learning about the variety of girls, the variation in their sexual responses and the unique feel of each one’s pussy – that’s been an eye opener – but I’m also learning things about myself and my body.  Like this morning we had cock attitude training – cockitude.  I didn’t know there was such a thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, what they told us was that naked guys can influence people around them – boys and girls – by how they display their cocks.  If a guy’s cock is retracted for one reason or another, he is taken much less seriously than one with a hard-on or who’s half hard.  And, of course, the bigger the cock, the more influential.”

She grinned with amusement.

“So size does matter?”

“In that context.  But what they showed us was that skill can matter more.”

“Skill? Is that like coaching height?”  She was becoming enamored of her ready witticisms.

“No what they told us is that size has to be managed.  You – or I should say, a guy – can have a cock a half a meter long but if it’s not shown right it can just look dumb, even freaky.  But a guy with a hundred millimeters who knows how to display – how to get hard or half hard at the right time – can be much more effective.”

“And they taught you how to do that?”

He nodded vigorously.

“Yeah.  They showed us some mental exercises that we can use to get our cocks to get just hard enough to give us ‘authority’, they called it.  Then we took turns giving talks about completely inane things but we were supposed to display while we did it.” 

“Did you do it?”

“Yeah, but not very well.  It takes practice.  When the seniors did it was very cool.”

“So you go for a hard-on while you’re presenting?”

He shook his head.

“Not all the way.  The most effective display is when the cock is about half hard, off the balls but still below horizontal.  Of course, some guys are always below horizontal even when they’re completely hard, but others point up.  Above horizontal gets back into the distraction mode and then you’re not exerting authority so much as getting attention.”

“Sounds complicated.”

“They demonstrated and showed vids.  I have to admit, I reacted differently to a guy depending on how his cock pointed.  Like I said: very eye-opening.”

She was contemplatively quiet for a moment before he insinuated himself into her attention.

“So what have you learned?”

“Well.”  Her thoughts slowly took form.  “I guess the physical things have been pretty educational – particularly the variety part – but I think the thing that has been the most surprising is how I feel about the people.  I mean, not just the boys that have fucked me or whatever, but the girls that I’ve shared boys with.  Mr. Yang is the best example.  He fucked me first and each time he fucks another girl in our cell I feel like they’ve joined my club.  We’ve had the same experience so we have something special in common.  Saree and Rashid are another example.  He was my first fuck here at Farleigh and it was wonderful.  He’s fucked Saree now and she loved it, so we’re able to share that experience.  Then there’s Elle.  We voluntarily exchanged roommates and I feel closer to her as a result.”

“So you feel like your forming a network of relationships with girls because you’ve been fucked by the same guys?”

“Yeah, I guess.  But there is one exception: Crystal.  She seems to be after Marvin in a big way.  I don’t know how many times she’s gotten him to fuck her.  But I consider Marvin mine.  I know that’s the wrong attitude and I really don’t have any claim on Marvin and  ... it really bothers me.  I’m uncomfortable with my monogamous tendencies.”

Scott let a beat go by before he responded.

“It’s not that unusual, you know.  Promiscuity has only been acceptable and mainstream for a few decades.  Society has institutionalized monogamy for thousands of years.  You could even argue that it’s been bred into our species.”

“Bred into girls, maybe,” she nodded sourly.  “Guys really take to promiscuity with no problem at all.” 

“Well, okay.  I guess if you go back, the guys naturally wanted to inseminate as many females as possible, but women wanted to own a man who would bring his share of the wildebeest to her cooking fire.  Probably the only reason why a guy would comply and settle for one woman was the trouble that would come his way if he fucked the girl some other guy wanted.  If he had an arrangement with one girl, it made for a lot less hassle.”

Amy smirked.

“Don’t underestimate the trouble his girl could send his way if he strayed.”

“True.  Permanent mating was certainly the path of least resistance.”

Scott finished with a resigned sigh meant to engender sympathy.  Amy ignored it as she considered.

“You know, on the flip side, Crystal is showing monogamous tendencies, too,” she said slowly.  “And in her case, she’s actively pursuing a guy.  While I’m just being proprietary about the one I’ve got – well, been assigned.”

She began to feel better.  Here was a girl trying to cement a relationship with a guy who was obviously a committed to promiscuity.  Amy almost started to feel sorry for her putative rival.  Superiority wasn’t far behind when she hastily squelched that train of thought.  Still, by the time she and Scott acknowledged that they should end their conversation in favor of their scheduled activities, she was feeling much more positive about the Marvin-Crystal situation.

“Good talk.  Thanks,” Amy said as she fell in step beside him.  Then she slipped her hand into his.  It seemed like the natural thing to do.  He just glanced at her and smiled.  Thinking about it, she couldn’t remember walking hand-in-hand with Marvin.  He always had his arm around her or hand on her.

“No problem.  You’re very easy to talk to.”

“Really?” she teased.  “Why do suppose that is?”

He didn’t take up the invitation to make light of his comment.  He remained serious.

“I have a feeling we’re coming from the same place.  I think we’re both kind of serious and thoughtful, but in the same positive way.”

Amy felt a strange stirring in her as she looked at him.  It was a feeling akin to sexual arousal because she became aware of her bare (getting moist?) pussy and her stiffening nipples.  However, it was something less immediate and perhaps gentler.  The way he kept glancing at her with that little smile made her think he was feeling the same thing.  For once, the attitude of his penis didn’t provide any enlightenment.

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