Freshman Orientation

Tuesday Later

When Amy finally broke away from their lingering good-bye, she realized that she would have to hurry to make volleyball practice on time.  When she did arrive courtside, her wrist companion indicated that she had less than a minute to spare.  As she shed her shoes, she noticed Mr. Cochran glance her way.  When he turned his back firmly toward her, she felt a chill of guilt.  He was annoyed with her near tardiness.  Seeking comfort she looked for Marvin. She spotted him on the other side of the court.  He was speaking with Ms. Pushkin while wearing his completely excellent smile.

She got into the scrimmage late and didn’t get as much play as the day before.  She got to touch the ball only once – a set.  When Mr. Cochran called a halt and assembled the squad for his final address, he deferred to Ms. Pushkin.  Standing to one side with his arms folded, he gave no indication that he was aware of Amy.  She was concerned that he held her last minute arrival against her.  Did he think she was taking advantage assuming she was special because he had fucked her the previous day?  She resolved to be early for the next practice... and make a show of getting a good stretching and warm-up session before hand.

When his colleague concluded her remarks, Mr. Cochran stepped forward and announced the Freshman-Upperclassman showering pairings.  Amy was assigned to a tall, muscular Afro boy named Jamal.  His necklace identified him as a senior.  His skin was light toned and his features were sharply chiseled, betokening a mixed racial heritage.  She checked out his package as they moved toward each other.  This fuck was not going to be a trivial matter.  If his “softy” was any indication, his hard-on would be memorable.  He seemed to read her thoughts as he grinned at her.

Hearing Marvin’s name, she turned to see him come to Ms. Pushkin’s side.  Another milestone for her roommate. Wait, wasn’t he supposed to have done Consuelo last period?  Amy recognized her reaction as awe.  How was he managing to sustain this pace?

For his part, Mr. Cochran selected another Freshman girl for his contribution to team-building.  His selected partner made little attempt to disguise her pleasure at being chosen.

Jamal made small talk during the walk to the showers.  He correctly identified her as “Jared’s sister” which pleased her, especially when he spoke approvingly of what a “cool dude” “the J-man” was.  As they claimed a spot in the common area and turned on the spray, he reached for her.

“So how many times have you been fucked today?” he asked as he drew her to him and slipped a finger easily inside her.  He did not wait for her reply before bending to the task of sucking her nipples.

“Uh ... four.”

Her reply was delayed by the distraction of his unexpected multi-point assault.  He looked up from his task, momentarily releasing her nipple.

“Sounds about on track.”

As she swayed under the combined action of his mouth and his finger, she attempted to grope for his cock.  The object of her search suddenly identified itself by pressing insistently against her upper thigh.  She made the capture and was promptly surprised to find that Jamal’s instrument was fully deployed and ready for action.  To the extent she was able to stroke its length she was forced to conclude that her concerns regarding its size were fully justified.  She needed to gain some time.

“Uh, how many times have you fucked today?”

She had to release his cock as he abandoned her breasts and went down on his knees.  He sat back on his heels momentarily to look up at her.

“You’ll be my first.”  He let that sink in and then added.  “My roommates aren’t on campus yet, so I’m kind of doing the monk thing.”

He leaned forward to engulf her labia with his mouth.  Being so tall, he had to stoop a bit.  She felt her lips sucked (?) open and his tongue slip inside her.  His large hands fully encased her buttocks, preventing her pussy from losing contact with his mouth as she involuntarily bucked and then squirmed.

Her partner’s active mouth and tongue were spiriting her along to a climax almost before she realized what was happening.  Her passion rose rapidly but then seemed to plateau as she poised on the verge of her explosion.  Desperately, she thrust her pelvis at his mouth seeking the release she needed.  Then, just like that, she went over.

She heard a girl’s voice whoop with release and then beg to keep it coming.  Although the sentiments expressed coincided with hers, she didn’t make the connection that it was she who was the source of that desperate entreaty.

She was still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm when she felt (her eyes were tightly shut) her partner rise.  A cock was at her entrance.  She reached for it and adjusted its angle.  As she received his first thrust, her feet left the floor.  Her squeak of surprise was more for the fact that she was rapidly going horizontal and downward.  When she realized that her rate of decent was being controlled, her anxiety waned.  Coming to rest on the floor of the shower, she instinctively raised her legs.  She was just in time to receive his final entry stroke.  Jumbo Jamal was fully inside her – and he fit nicely.

She was still euphoric over her orgasm as she felt him begin to fuck her.  Her legs found their way around his waist to offer him encouragement.  She wanted his cock to take her hard.  He received the message and compiled, establishing a pounding rhythm.

Her head somewhat cleared, she was enjoying at the feeling of having a nice large a cock moving inside her.  She wasn’t long in that contemplation before he faltered.  Pulling her tightly to him, he prepared to give up his seed.  Feeling that huge instrument twitch and jerk in her tight confines as it completed it mission was a truly climactic experience.

Her first non-genital sensory input was the shower spray on her hands as she ran them along the back of her spent partner.  The floor didn’t feel too bad on her back even under his applied weight.  However, she knew her tolerance for the arrangement was going to be short lived.  She gave a wiggle and then clenched her vaginal muscles around him.  He was in retreat but not at a rate that reassured her. 

Whether because of her signals or not, he raised himself off her on his arms.  He was still panting, but he managed a breathy whisper.

“You okay under there?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”  She was reluctant to complain. 

She didn’t have to.  Managing to keep his cock in her, he took her behind the shoulder blades and drew her up as he rocked back.  In one move he had reorganized them so that he was sitting on the floor cross-legged and she was straddling his lap.  He was still comfortably inside her.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much.”

She couldn’t help smiling self-consciously.  Not only hadn’t he bought her fib, but affected a remedy with cool competence – obviously a take-charge kind of guy.

“Going back to your question,” he resumed conversationally.  “Seniors don’t fuck nearly as much as younger students.  We’ve had three-going-on-four years of free-wheeling sex, so we are a little jaded.  We also have a lot less sense of urgency about the need to fuck.  We know it’s always available if we want it.”

She refocused on the meaningless question she’d asked earlier and determined that he was inclined to chat.  Well, she didn’t mind.

“I don’t think we need to fuck that much.  They encourage us – no, require us – to do it.”

“Well, if you think about it, they almost have to in order to get you to fuck.  If they waited for nature to take its course just a few outgoing Freshmen would be getting all of the action.  The rest would be waiting around to be asked.”

She thought about that.  It rang true.

“Yeah, that would be me – one of the shy ones, I mean.”

He nodded.

“If there’s one thing you can be sure of ...” Suddenly he was lifting her off his lap, standing her up and recovering his feet.  She hadn’t noticed that his cock had fallen out of her and was now hanging innocently down his front.  Halfway to his knees, she thought.  A second glance proved this to be an exaggeration.  “... it’s that everything they have you do has been well-worked out in advance.  They set up controlled situations and they pretty much know how everyone is going to behave in each one.”  He smiled before adding, “If I were less PC, I’d characterize Freshman Orientation as Freshman Indoctrination.  No matter how much you might buy into the Farleigh Philosophy, the total emersion methods they are using on you guys – and that they used on us – don’t give you much option except to go along and fuck like bunnies.”

She was only starting to contemplate what he’d said when he abruptly changed the mood.  He was soaping her front as he asked her how Jared and Margot and the baby were doing.  Since he moved smoothly over her tits without lingering, she had no trouble filing a bland report as she tried to match his attention to her hygiene.  She appreciated how deftly his hands moved over and between her labia, cleaning her sex as well as she would herself.

“I knew Margot was going to ask Jared to be her Class Mother mate before he did,” he confided as he moved around to her back.  “She asked me what I thought of the idea and how I thought Jared would take it.  Even though they were on a ‘special’ basis for a while before she asked, she was really not sure if he’d go for it.  After all, he was every woman’s big man on campus.  I mean, he didn’t act like he was anything hot, but everybody else was sure he was.”

“So you assured her he’d be her partner?”

“Yeah.”  He was facing her again so she was able soap him.  “Even if he didn’t have feelings or her – which he did – he’s a guy who is Farleigh all the way.  He’d have done the right Farleigh thing.  And she had a solid proposal – two legacy Class Projects doing a class project together.  That’s a first in the history of the school.”

They rinsed off and dried as the exchange continued, refocused on Jared.

“Jared’s the guy every guy wants to be.  It seems like whenever he meets a woman, she immediately wants him to fuck her.  And it seems automatic, like he has to put almost no effort into it.”  Jamal shook his head in admiration.  “But I’m not telling you anything you don’t know.  You know what it’s like.”

Amy was about to agree but then drew up short.  She looked at her companion for clues but his face was non-committal.  Was he fishing or had Jared shared the details of their relationship?  She looked away quickly as he looped an arm around her waist and walked with her to the exit.  Other team members were streaming out.

“Uh, that fuck was a little rushed.  I was trying to keep you on your schedule, but that might not have been the most sensitive to your needs.  I... uh ... would be glad to give you a rain-check for a time when we could be less pressed for time.”

“Really,” she replied hastily, “I had a great time.  You fucked me really good.  I ...” she was anxious to end this interview and go somewhere to think, but she didn’t want to leave him with the feeling that she in any way found his performance unsatisfactory.  In fact, she was very impressed with his sexual prowess.  She was just ... well ...off balance.

“... should have thanked you right off, but I’m kind of new to this.”  She groped further.  “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

Jamal hardly missed a beat.  He covered with a tight smile and toss of his head.

“Sure.  Okay.”  He reclaimed his arm as they emerged into the sunlight.  “I guess we’ll catch up later.”  He turned to go.

She made a quick decision and stepped in front of him.  Slipping her arms around his neck, she pressed her body to his and stood up on her toes.  He got the signal and opened his mouth to receive her tongue.  She ground her mons against him as they mutually sucked tongues.  She was quite pleased by the dazed expression on his face when she drew back. 

The social period was lacking any evidence of Elle, Marvin or Scott. She spotted Saree in the corner of a sofa deep in conversation with Rashid.  They seemed oblivious to all around them. Noting that and considering how far behind she was in her journal, she decided to absent herself.  She fled the building before she was spotted by anyone.

Finding a secluded spot at the edge of the lawn, she enlisted her wrist companion in an intense recording session.  While less than ideal, her heads-up display was adequate for the task of composition.  Her mind focused wonderfully as she sat in a trance-like state watching her spoken words fill the page before her eyes. 

When her narrative caught up to her tryst with Jamal, her concentration deserted her.  She suspended her writing to review her conversation with her teammate.  Not that much had been said.  Was she reading too much into it?  Still pensive, she got to her feet and began to stroll through the trees to the open part of the campus.  A breeze made a cameo appearance.  It was the kind of moment when one is glad to be naked, she decided.

She was on the edge of one of the walking paths that wound throughout the grounds when she noticed two runners coming toward her.  One of them resolved itself into her cellmate, Dwayne.  The other was a largish, dark-skinned Hispanic boy whose name she couldn’t recall.  As they approached, Dwayne showed signs of recognition then mounted a huge grin.

“Hey, Amy.” They paused, huffing and perspiring freely.  “Come with us.  We’re going to do another lap.”

She was favorably inclined to a change in activity, but hesitated.

“I don’t have shoes ...” she began.

“Ah, just dump the ones you got on and run barefoot.  The path’s fine for that.  Look.”  He flipped his shoes off one after the other.  “I’ll join you.”

“Okay.”

It turned out the companion’s name was Hector.  The path was wide enough for them to run three abreast.  And Dwayne had been right.  It was barefoot-friendly.  Her breasts bounced and bobbed without causing discomfort.  Her legs and buttocks moved effortlessly as the air moved over her body.  It was so therapeutic.  Was there something that was bothering her a little while ago?  The circuit was only a kilometer.  She suggested a second.  The boys acquiesced.

They threw themselves on the grass as they returned to their shoe cache.  Amy eventually settled leaning back on her arms with her feet planted apart.  She noticed that from their vantage points the boys could look directly into her open pussy.  She hoped they were enjoying the view as she was careful not to notice their noticing.

Hector and Dwayne were teammates on the boys’ soccer squad – or at least hoped to be.  In the winter season they also both did nude Greco-Roman wrestling.  Not having been acquainted with wrestlers before, Amy was full of questions.  She chuckled when she was informed that grabbing an opponent’s cock or balls in the course of a match was a disqualifying foul, but that getting a hard-on had no effect on the scoring of the match.  She observed that that rule must be difficult to keep straight since it is the opposite of the practice at Farleigh.

The conversation eventually petered out.  The glances at her crotch were becoming more frequent and prolonged.  She could feel the sexual tension rising but wasn’t sure what to do about it.  Finally Dwayne looked at her with a tight smile.

“Would you like us to fuck you, Amy?”

She was relieved.

“Yes.  Will you please?”

She wasn’t sure how to take on two guys, but apparently Dwayne was a man of ample imagination.  He suggested that she close her eyes and keep them closed.  That way she wouldn’t know who was fucking her first.  When she expressed her approval of the plan and closed her eyes, she heard the two boys discuss and apparently perform a Rock, Paper, Scissors choose-up. 

Amy remained propped on her arms as the winner crawled between her legs and leaned over her to touch tongues.  He began to finger her cunt almost as soon as they began.  For a split second she was put off by his sweaty skin, but after a tentative touch she decided it wasn’t repellant, just ... well ... different.  With that conclusion she risked switching to a one arm support system as she grasped his hardening cock to help with the preparations.  She decided the cock felt familiar.  Her tentative conclusion was that Dwayne was her new partner.

Satisfied with her new fucker’s progress, she allowed herself to lie back.  He followed in a crawl, permitting her to maintain a grip on his cock.  His work in her cunt was having the desired effect, raising her desire for the anonymous cock.

Writhing and moaning freely, she felt the proximity of his captured cock head to her entrance.  It seemed perfectly natural put it inside her, so she did.  Her partner confirmed her choice by pushing, setting the head well inside her.  She let go and arched her back to turn her cunt to a more favorable angle.  With his weight applied, he almost couldn’t avoid penetrating her fully, so he didn’t try.

With Dwayne’s (?) long cock thrusting rhythmically, she adjusted her legs along his sweat-slicked torso to maximize the sensation she was receiving from their coupling.  The idea that she had a double header of sexual ecstasy in the offing made her reckless.  The fear that that this boy would climax without satisfying her was mute.  If she didn’t succeed with him, his companion would deliver what she needed.  With that assurance she worked eagerly to bring her current invader off.

As it turned out, her cunt was spasming with a mini orgasm when the first boy exhibited the characteristic behavior of a male releasing his seed.  She was oblivious to his sweat as she pulled him urgently into her.  For a moment she felt her pussy and his cock twitch in concert.

She was still panting in the aftermath of her near release when she felt him pull away.  She remembered to keep her eyes closed despite her disappointment as he broke the grip of her legs and vacated her pussy.  There was little time for her to mourn the loss of the one pleasure-giving lance before she felt the new presence between her planted legs.  Her fingers told her this one was a bit tacky from the partially dried sweat.  No matter.  It was the cock she wanted.  He didn’t keep her waiting.

His entry was quick and assertive, no doubt facilitated by his friend’s contribution to her vaginal environment.  Barely had he established full insertion before he began to stroke her.  She was grateful for his alacrity.

Gathering her legs around him, she concentrated on this fuck with a purpose.  Enough of the preliminaries, she was going for a full cum.  As her new partner pummeled her cunt with increasing urgency, she sought to direct his energy to where it would do the most good.  Taking an initiative of her own, she rotated her pelvis seeking to force him against her pleasure spots.  The success of her efforts was confirmed as she lifted off in a spiral of increasing excitement. 

She had been moaning for an indeterminate time when her climax overwhelmed her.  Her vaginal muscles clenched, but failed to arrest her invader’s activity, so slippery was her cunt.  He pounded on until at last he hitched and plunged.  The braying groan he emitted did not establish his identity.  As her own passion receded she was not tempted to open her eyes.  It wasn’t important who this boy was.  He was a boy, she was a girl and they were enjoying each other’s bodies the way boys and girls should.  She hugged him as he collapsed on her.  Very nice, she thought with glowing satisfaction.

Amy struggled to a sitting position after her most recent visitor vacated her body.  Only when she achieved a measure of verticality did she open her eyes.  Through her lingering haze of sexual satisfaction she perceived that both of her recent fuck partners were lounging on the grass grinning at her.  Their sated cocks draped wetly.  She couldn’t help grinning back, albeit languidly.

“Thanks, guys,” she cooed.  “That was fun.”

“You are a great fuck.”  Hector was wearing an admiring smile.  “You really are special.”

Dwayne was nodding agreement.  Amy was at once pleasantly surprised and also incredulous.  She forced her sex-dulled mind to focus.

“You mean ... I fuck better than most other girls?” 

“Absolutely,” Dwayne nodded more emphatically.  “The way you react to a fucking is a turn-on in itself.  It makes me want to fuck you harder ... and more.”

“How do I react?”  Amy was intrigued.

Dwayne seemed at a loss for a moment.  Hector stepped up.

“It’s hard to describe.  Dwayne told me about fucking you and how good it was, but he really couldn’t tell me what specifically got his motor running.  I have to admit that having had you, I can see what he means but I really can’t ... you know ... deconstruct it.”

Dwayne attempted to salvage the discussion.

“It’s kind of your attitude I think.  It just seems like you want to be fucked and you enjoy being fucked and that you’re ... uh, totally committed to the fuck.”

She was more than a little gratified by their praise.  That coupled with the fact that her cunt was tingling from the boys’ visits and that her body was feeling very, very good put her in a mellow mood. That inclined her to let them off the hook from further analysis even though her curiosity was far from satisfied.

Feeling the cool wetness of the ooze from her well-fucked cunt, she was willing to change the subject.  She pointedly wondered aloud how much time was left in the period.  The boys took the hint and got to their feet.  They watched Amy put on her shoes before each offering her a hand getting up.  Accepting their gallant assistance turned out to be prudent.  Her legs reported in wobbly.  After a few assisted steps, however, they resumed their appointed duty and carried her reliably back to the building.

The fluid product of her recent encounters had worked its way well down her leg before she gained the hyg.  She went for a full mist and vac shower.  Those two guys certainly left enough residues – on her as well as in her. 

Her mind idled while she cleaned up.  Two guys in rapid succession was definitely manageable.  As a matter of fact, she handled it fairly easily.  Maybe she was a good enough slut to take on a gang bang – pull the train, so to speak.  She wondered where she’d heard that phrase.  Her dad, probably.  And she had been advised that she was a great fuck.  She glowed at that recollection.  Shy, late-blooming, little ole me is a great fuck.  She could feast on that one all day.

Sex was not high on her agenda as she found her way to her room for the appointed 1700 rendezvous with Marvin.  As soon as she crossed the threshold she was reasonably sure it was not his top priority either.  He lay flat on his back in the center of the bed.  His eyes were closed and his cock lulled to onto one thigh.  His arms were spread-eagled.

When she cleared her throat loudly, his eyelids flickered.  Tucking his chin into his chest, he managed to get her into his field of view.  He was the picture of fatigue, albeit sated fatigue.

“Oh, hi.  How’s your day going?” he offered.

“Not bad,” she temporized as she crawled up on the bed. 

He roused himself and scooted to one side to make room for her.  She watched him minutely for further signals.  As he settled back down, she got the message.

“So, wanna fuck?” she asked coyly.

He groaned, eyes firmly closed. 

“I never want to hear that word again.”

She grinned, suddenly feeling quite superior.

“Does that also mean you don’t want to do it?”

“It means I’ve over done it.  I don’t think I could get another boner today if it meant saving the planet and everybody on it.”

His head rolled toward her.  His eyes were pleading for understanding.  She decided she wasn’t going to let him off that easily.

“Humph.  You managed to get it up for every slut on campus but you haven’t got anything for me?”  She reached over and grabbed his limp cock.  She gave it a shake, then pretended to talk to it.

“So, where have you been today?  Let’s have a roll call of the cunts you visited.”

“Too many.”  He was smiling wearily now as he watched her manipulate his penis.  He watched keenly, however, waiting to see what she would do.  She played to her audience.

“In that case, you should taste marvelous.”  She leaned over to take his cock head in her mouth.  She felt him tense.  Abruptly, she giggled and flopped on her back beside him, downgrading her grip on his cock to a finger tip contact.  Closing her eyes, she addressed the ceiling.

“I need down time, too.” 

They were both silent for a while.  She sent inquiries to her various parts of her body.  She reached beyond the persistent signals from her cunt to discover that she was still wearing her shoes.  Her feet seemed okay with that although they would have appreciated release.  She made them a promise, but didn’t feel like bending down to set them free.  When she thought about it, she could still feel the latent imprint of boys’ bodies on her arms, inner thighs and torso.  Her nipples chimed in, reminiscing about the pleasant stimuli they’d experienced.  They showed no inclination to relax from their erect stance.

“How was your day ‘not bad’?”

His question broke her inward trance.  She opened her eyes and turned her head in his direction as her fingers rediscovered their contact with his relaxed cock.

“Uh, it was actually pretty good,” she replied languidly.  Then her memory prompted her with a few images.  “No, very good.”  She was suddenly more resolute.

On his prompting, she enumerated for him her encounters with stiff cocks.  Six.  She observed that that was a marked improvement over the previous day.  He murmured approval, especially of the Dwayne and Hector episode. 

“Did you consider taking them on both at the same time?”

“Oh, you mean suck one while the other one fucks my cunt?  No, that didn’t come up.”

“No, I meant one in each hole.”

She missed a beat before she concluded that she had understood him correctly. 

“Noo, I’m not a back door kind of girl.”  She was mildly disgusted with the prospect.

He picked up on her pique.

“I was just asking an idle question,” he hastened to reassure her.  “I’d heard that some of our classmates have shown that they’re not opposed to tail gunning.”

“Really?  Who?”

“Your old compadre, Hector, for one.  Dwayne for two.”

“No! Really?”  She was intrigued, then skeptical.  She rolled onto her side and relinquished his cock.  “How do you know?”

“Oh, you know.  People talk.”  His elaborate casualness confirmed that he was enjoying her reaction.

She was consumed with curiosity, but she was reluctant to beg for details.  Somehow, insisting on being told made her feel like she was being too much of a gossip maven.  Fortunately, he didn’t let her stew too long.

“Actually, it was your cell buddy, Jet, that told me initially.”

“They did her ass?”  Amy was not surprised.  But Marvin shook his head.

“She says not but she watched them do some other girls.  Since she told me that, I found other people who saw them.  They are apparently a couple of tucus bandits.”

The fork in the conversation didn’t cause Amy to hesitate long.  She was intrigued that Marvin knew Jet.  In response to her question, he disclosed that he had fucked Jet the previous day.  They apparently gravitated toward each other as their respective nascent reputations made them mutually aware.  The sex act was preceded and followed by an exchange of “did you knows” and “have you heards.”  The fuck itself felt quite competitive, Marvin admitted.  He agreed readily when Amy coined the label “power fuck” to characterize his experience.

Amy’s curiosity about Jet was not assuaged.  For his part, Marvin rolled onto his side and propped his head on his fist, watching her intently.

“Is Jet as great a fuck as she lets on?”

“She’s very accomplished.”  He seemed to be choosing his words carefully.  “I’d compare her favorably with the faculty and senior girls I’ve fucked.”

“Huh.” Amy considered.  “I wonder how she got so good.”

“From what she said, I get the impression that she started early and had a lot of older guys giving it to her.  They apparently taught her a lot and she was a straight ‘A’ student.”

“So she’s a 30 year-old slut in a 14 year-old slut’s body?” Amy summarized.

Marvin only gave a shrug.

“I just know that she’s got one talented pussy ... and her mouth ain’t bad, either.  Oh, did I mention her hands?  She showed me things about my body that I’d only heard about.”

Amy probed a bit more, but determined that her partner hadn’t tried to get more details concerning the girl’s past.  Jet was still an enigma.

“I’m surprised you’re not asking about my day.”  He broke through her contemplative moment.  She remembered.

“Oh, yeah, Consuelo and Ms. Pushkin.  You did have a big day.  Is that what wore you out?”

“That was part of it.  On top of that, our mutual friend Marilyn made a date to get the Consuelo download and she was so turned on about it, I had to fuck her, too.  ”

“Oh, poor baby,” she mocked unsympathetically.  “You can tell me about Consuelo.  I promise not to make you fuck me – at least not right away.”

“Well, she was a lot of fun.  She is a performer, though, so I’d never expect a quickie out of her.”

“Hmm.  A woman who wants foreplay.  What a downer.”

“What I meant was her pre-foreplay.  Right when we got together, she made small talk while she got us sitting in an interlocking Lotus with her open pussy against my cock.  The heat from her had me standing straight up while we were talking about the counselors.  She gave me a pretty good dish on them, by the way.”

“Did she have anything to say about Mr. Yang?”

“Oh, yeah.  He’s considered one of the cooler faculty guys.  He also gets an above average share of pussy.  Word is that he’s boned every female on campus at least twice.  As a counselor, he lives on campus, so his bed is always handy – and never empty.”

“I guess I expected that.”  Amy remembered her mother’s tryst with Mr. Yang when she visited on Sunday.

“A few years ago, one of the junior girls decided to do a Class Mother project with him.”

“Did they allow that?”

“Yeah, apparently.”

“Then there’s a little Mr. Yang around somewhere.”

“More than one, from what I was told.  He had one with a faculty member last year.  Guess who?”

Amy answered without thinking.

“Ms. Puskin?”

“Ding, ding, ding.  We have a winner, boys and girls.”

“Sounds like a popular guy,” Amy reflected.

“... with everybody but the administration.  Since every girl on campus seems to want him between her legs, he’s out there on the edge of being in trouble all the time.”

“Yeah, I guess they have a bunch of rules about that.”

Marvin nodded in vigorous agreement.

“It’s always a problem with people in authority having sex with subordinates, even if everyone involved agrees it’s consensual.  Forgetting appearances, propriety and even school rules, you can get into legal problems.  The school is very sensitive about that.”

“Might he get fired?”

Marvin managed a one shoulder shrug from his recumbent position.

“Can’t figure.  On one hand, he’s a major horn-dog with an insatiable appetite for very young flesh; on the other, he’s a very smart guy and a super smooth operator.  And he really sells the Farleigh philosophy.”  Marvin smiled.  “In the meantime, he’s my new hero.”

“Sounds like Consuelo was very impressed with him.”

“And she backs up her opinion with her cunt.  Mr. Yang was inside her as recently as last week.”

“That reminds me, how did your cock get along with her cunt?”

“My cock was dazzled.  While we were chatting, she kept me hard with little touches just about everywhere.  Not necessarily with her hands, either.  She’d lean forward and brush me with her nipples, then her lips, her nose, even her eyelashes.  At the same time whenever I tried to touch her with my hands, she’d very gently stop me and make me put them down.  It was a surprisingly effective turn-on.  She had me hot all over before we got down to anything serious.”

“And when you did get serious?”

“I didn’t see it coming.  I thought she was just leaning forward for some more lip work and the next thing I know I’m inside her.  She just sat down on my cock with about as much effort as taking a breath.  Then after she moved on me for a while, she rolled on her back, lifting me off my ass and on to her with her feet.  From Lotus to missionary in one move – and she was talking the whole time.”

“Talking?”

“Still about the campus gossip.  Needless to say, I can’t repeat back to you all that she said.  I was a little buzzed by that time.”

Amy noted a distinct change in the heft of Marvin’s member as he related his experience.  Apparently, his genital fatigue was rapidly becoming a thing of the past.  She pretended not to notice as she continued to hold his cock lightly.

“Anyway, she held almost perfectly still as she worked my cock with her vaginal muscles.  When I shot off, I saw stars.  And when I finished, she was still holding me and wringing my cock with her cunt muscles.  That’s when she stuck her big toe up my ass.”

“Huh?”  Amy wasn’t sure she’d heard right.

“Yeah.  I think she must be a contortionist.”  He shook his head in belated disbelief.  “She must have had it planned, though, because she’d nudged me up on my knees and ... well, I not sure exactly how she did it.  Anyway, while I was kind of stunned, she bent up, reached around and substituted her finger.  The bottom line is that I was hard again.  Then while I was still kind of coming to grips with that development I was rolled onto my back and she was riding me.  The next thing I knew she was cuming on me.  She did that a couple more times before I gave it up.  Sometime after that I was soft and she was off me and telling me what a nice time she had and if I ever wanted to get together again, I should just let her know.”

“So you were dismissed?”

“Exactly.  Demonstration over.  It was kind of like, ‘Now you’ve seen how they do it in the big leagues.  Don’t try this at home without a net.  Now hit the showers, Rookie.’”

Marvin’s disclosure cemented Amy’s awe of her floor monitor’s strength of personality.  Eventually, Amy inquired about her roommate’s experience with Ms. Pushkin.  Marvin was initially dismissive about the distinctiveness of that encounter, but gradually opened up under Amy’s questioning.

“’Supportive’ I guess you’d call it,” Marvin summarized.  “There was no doubt who the more experienced partner was and who the authority figure was.  But she let me take the male lead and just sort of subtly coached.  You might say she actually behaved like the submissive.  She reacted to my fucking her in all the right ways.  After I pumped her full of my stuff, she held me inside her and let me decide when we were done.  No hint that she was just handling a chore.”

Marvin’s cock had gotten quite hard under Amy’s hand.  He had to be aware of his state.

“I guess those are the highlights of my day,” Marvin concluded.  He was watching her narrowly.  She nodded acknowledgement.

“Actually, it sounds pretty nice overall.”

He seemed to consider.

“Yeah.  They were all good experiences.”

There was a pregnant pause.  She was still holding his cock lightly.  It wasn’t hard, just chubby and full.  The usual outcome of such a situation was sex, but since they had both professed themselves too fatigued and since they had both accepted it ... Finally he spoke.

“Wanna just cuddle a little?”

What a great idea!  She was genuinely thrilled with the prospect of holding and being held without the bother of having to fuck.

“Uh, yeah, I’d like that.”

She watched him sidle closer and put a hand up to her face.  As her nipples encountered his approaching chest, she leaned forward into his kiss.  It was a gentle, momentary press of the lips but it was followed immediately by another, then a longer one.  Their mouths opened.  His tongue slipped in.  She sucked it very gently. 

When he freed his lips sometime later they touched down on her chin and cheek before finding the hollow of her neck.  Her eyes rested while she accepted only sensations that came through her skin.

The cock she had released at the onset of their oral congress pressed against her belly.  It was fat but pliable, yielding easily as she worked her body against her partner’s.  It was a warm, friendly, non-threatening presence.

Under the increasing pressure of his weight she rolled onto her back in slow motion.  She wondered if he would fuck her after all.  She knew it would spoil the mood, but she was willing to please him if that’s what he wanted.  Instead he wove a leg between hers and lay across her body to continue kissing the hollow of her neck.  His cock and balls continued to make their presence felt across her thigh and abdomen while his pectorals weighed on her breast.   The smell of his body was just right.

As she dozed under the pleasant pressure of his body, she vaguely noticed that his kisses had ceased and that his breathing had become regular.  It seemed of no consequence.  She only knew that she felt very pleased.

Amy felt very refreshed at dinner.  She had awakened with a start.  Then she realized it was because Marvin had raised himself off her.  A search of his face put her back in context.  He had apparently just regained wakefulness.

“Were we asleep?” she asked in something like alarm.

He was looking across her body at the room display.  He returned his gaze to her with a teasing smile.

“Either that or we’ve had a lost time experience – all of about 20 minutes I’d say.”

His smile was sustained as he bent to kiss her once more before dismounting her completely.  She covertly checked out his cock as she struggled to gain an elbow.  He was quite flaccid. 

Her alertness increased as they discussed the novelty of an afternoon nap.  Her mood elevated into euphoria by the time they had freshened up and joined the crowd headed for the cafeteria.  Her hand managed to get itself intertwined with Marvin’s. 

Scott and his roommate were among the people they greeted.  Amy unaccountably felt slightly self-conscious when she caught Scott glancing repeatedly at her and Marvin’s conjoined hands.  She wondered why she should experience discomfort at Scott’s observing her display of favor (or was the correct term ‘affection’?) toward Marvin.

Perhaps wanting to shake the feeling, she looped a leg around Marvin as they sat in a group in the lounge afterward.  Marvin took the hint, turning toward her in his seat and casual sticking his finger into her open cunt.  She appropriated his cock with equal casualness as they both stayed in the flow of the conversation.  She mostly succeeded in avoiding looking toward Scott.

Marvin gave a modest, low-key account of his meeting with Consuelo to the assembled admirers.  Marilyn, however, didn’t let him get away so easily.  Prompting him with details from the rendition he had given her as they had fucked earlier, she forced him to expand on his story to the rapturous delight of his listeners.  It occurred to Amy that Marvin was transcending the bounds of popularity and was threatening to become a hero.

Amy was holding onto Marvin’s cock as they filed into the assembly room for their nightly session.  He had cupped her ass as before for the walk from the main lounge.  It was getting to be a ritual, she thought with satisfaction.  It was so easy to get familiar and comfortable with a person you were sharing so much with.  Then she had the chilling thought that this would only last until the end of the week.  She brushed that thought back into a corner of her mind.  We just won’t get stale, that’s all.

Her legs were wide apart and Marvin’s cock was in her grasp when she settled in.  She mentally tallied her fucks for the day and decided everything was about as good as it gets.  Bring on Cunts-uelo, she thought.

The floor monitors came in as the seated group was beginning to fidget.  They took center stage together.  Consuelo swept the audience with her eyes, struck her hands-on-hips pose and then smiled.  The room fell silent.  Amy’s thoughts fled to Marvin’s encounter with Consuelo.  Did he fuck the senior girl so well that she had a change of attitude?  She dismissed that as absurd but was left to wonder what this meant.

“Well, what do you think, Connie?” Jeff asked his partner in a theatrically loud voice.  He took the step of cupping her ass cheek as he spoke.  He was looking at the assembly.

“I think some changes have been made – for the better,” his partner replied, also regarding the sea of faces before her.

“How so?” Jeff prompted.  It dawned on Amy that they were acting out a skit.

“Well, I see wide open pussies everywhere and the telemetry data says that there’s been a whole lotta fuckin’ goin’ on today.”

“And that’s a good thing.”  Jeff seemed to be emerging from character.  He paused and addressed his charges.  “So what are we talking about?  Anyone?”

The invitation drew a few hands. Scott’s was one of them. Trevor was selected. 

“The telemetry data picked up from each person’s embedded chip shows vital body readings.  You can tell when each person is exerting his- or herself, when their under stress or whatever.  And sexual activity has a pretty clear signature.  You must have seen a big jump in sex from this group.”

“Right,” Consuelo replied.  “But the data historian can also correlate corresponding sex signals between individuals.  We can not only tell when you’re fucking but pretty reliably, who you’re fucking.  That was another great aspect of the data.  There was a lot more variety among partners.  People were pairing off with different partners all day long.”

“And not only was there a two-thirds jump in sexual activity with nearly double the variety, but you were also the most active floor today,” Jeff finished.

“I think you should give yourselves a hand.”

Consuelo’s hands were off her hips and her palms were coming together repeatedly.  Jeff and the assembled Freshmen fell in.  Amy joined with vigor as her mind bounced between the pride she felt in their achievement and the concern she had for being so closely monitored.  She was, after all, a child of the twenty-first century who grew up with the acceptance that some aspects of privacy had to be surrendered in order to obtain the benefits of better general health, safety and well-being.  It was disquieting nevertheless that her most personal moments were a matter of record to people whose names she might not even know.

When the applause ceased, the floor monitors invited questions and comments.  Brad wanted to know if the vital sign data could distinguish between a blow job or hand job and cock-in-cunt fucking.  The answer was affirmative.  That disclosure was greeted with a murmur of awe.  The answer to a question from a girl confirmed that the data could be used to determine whether or not a partner had achieved orgasm garnered another affirmative. 

“Sounds like you girls can’t fake it anymore,” one wag offered to a spatter of laughter.

“As a matter fact, that’s another parameter that is tracked,” Jeff disclosed.  “The female orgasm success rate is an important measure of how well you are performing.  It’s among the most sensitive indicators that the administration uses.”

Amy raised her hand.  The last answer gave her the segue she needed.

“Is data compiled on each individual person or the group?”

“Ah, good question.”  It was Consuelo beaming at her.  “I was waiting for someone to put their finger on the issue that really should be concerning everyone here – privacy.  If we can tell when you’re having sex and with whom, what secrets do you have left?  If we get detailed enough information on what you’re doing and how you’re feeling about it, are we that far from knowing what you’re thinking?”

Jeff was nodding, his expression sober as he entered his observation.

“If you think about it, if we were to monitor a conversation – say about some social or political issue – while monitoring your pulse, breathing, blood pressure and other signals, could we figure out whether or not you’re a soon-to-be enemy of the state?”

The room was deathly silent.

“Of course,” Consuelo interjected, “Mister Drama here is extrapolating into the political area in a deliberate attempt to get you all nervous.  We don’t do politics here.  But we do do personal development.  Given that and given that you’re all minors under the school’s care, we’re allowed to learn more about your psyches than would be allowed with a similar population of adults.

“Having said all that, the only thing we really know is how the group is performing.  Sure, the data historian has captured your individual behaviors, but it’s buried deep within the encrypted database.  There are about four levels of security between the likes of Jeff and me and what, say, Marvin was doing at 1100 today.”  She paused and smiled directly at Marvin.  “Do you remember what you were doing then?”

“Sure. I was getting ready to fuck you, Connie,” Marvin replied with an easy smile.  All eyes were on him instantly.  He had addressed her by the forbidden nickname.  Then it dawned on all concerned that he had earned that right.  He had fucked Consuelo.

“That’s right.  And when you did squirt your semen into me, that event was recorded by the data historian.  However, the system does not track me.  It monitors but does not record seniors – or faculty, for that matter.”

“So it looked like I was masturbating?” Marvin asked with a grin.

“No, it noted that there was a corresponding event in the body of an on-campus female and gave you credit for your conquest.  But the data on me disappeared as soon as that match was made.”

There was a pause while the group digested that.  Then Elle’s hand went up.

“Suppose the data indicated that a homosexual encounter took place?”

Consuelo’s expression closed up.  She suddenly seemed uncomfortable.  Jeff, however, stepped right up.

“That can be a problem.  Farleigh is dedicated to the maximization of heterosexual expression.  Repeated homosexual behavior is going to draw the unfavorable attention of the faculty and administration.  It could be grounds for expulsion.”  He paused to let his listeners digest that then continued.  “On the other hand, you guys are teenagers and teenagers are naturally inclined to experiment.  There is a certain amount of tolerance for that – particularly with the girls.  But if you seem to be making a habit of it, you can expect a summons from your counselor.

“That’s not to say that Farleigh disapproves of homosexuals.  The philosophy here is that we defend everyone’s right to live as they choose and express themselves as they like.  It’s just that we are not in the business of promoting the homosexual lifestyle.  We are true blue, 24 carat, no-holds-barred heterosexuals.  We believe in the freedom to be nude and to fuck people of the opposite sex as we choose.”  He took a long breath and glanced at Consuelo who returned his gaze silently.  “I think that’s enough said on that.”

Consuelo rallied to make a perfunctory inquiry after more questions.  She only allowed a few seconds before she declared the session closed and handed out the pairings for the evening.  The freshmen dispersed in a subdued mood.

Amy and her roommate played host to Bailey and Rob.  The girl was a cute, short-haired blond, with full cheeks, well-curled lips and a rather blunt nose.  Her tits were decidedly pointy with good lift to them.  Her partner showed evidence of mixed Eurasian heritage.  He was average height and build with dark brown hair.  His cock looked serviceable but not remarkable.

Farleigh greetings completed and partners exchanged, Bailey suggested they all talk about their first times.  Amy was cool to the idea so she kept her counsel.  Marvin rose to the occasion by agreeing and promptly inviting the proposer to lead off.  Bailey however, demurred, mysteriously pleading that she wanted to save the best for last.  Marvin considered for a moment and then shrugged and led off.

Marvin’s tale involved a liaison close to home.  He had barely turned 13 when his family was on vacation at one of the nude resorts that his parents liked to frequent.  As expected the adults had found couples who were into exchanging sex partners. 

On the night in question, his parents had left him and his not-yet-12-year-old sister in the suite while they went to couple with their new found friends.  His parents strictly enjoined them against venturing from the room alone or together.  As little as he liked the arrangement, Marvin knew better than to protest.

His sister eventually became bored with the e-games they were playing.  She started teasing her brother with physical touches.  Unable to ignore her molestations, he retaliated, provoking a wrestling match.  He was careful not to assert his physical superiority too preemptively, so the struggle persisted until he decided to end it by pinning the giggling girl to the floor lying on her back.

His cock had become attentive during the contest, apparently stimulated by the physical contact.  His sister took note and taunted him about it.

“I’m gonna fuck you with it,” he growled playfully in response.

He worked the tip of his ready cock up and down her slit.  They’d played this little charade before.  Also as before, the girl wound her legs around her brother and dared him to carry out his threat.  Grinning, he pressed against her causing the tip of his cock head to penetrate between her lips.  Still that didn’t break any new ground.  This time, however, the girl tightened her legs and pulled him toward her.  He didn’t resist, allowing her to cause him to enter her more deeply than he ever had before.  He was marveling at the sensation of feeling her moist softness encasing his straining cock when she pulled more insistently and he acquiesced.

Suddenly he realized that he was all the way in her.  Alarmed, he looked at his sister’s face.  Her unfocused gaze and ragged breathing let him know that she was aware of what had happened.  They regarded each other for a moment before his instincts caused him to start moving within her.  Her legs moved in sync with his repeated thrusts, pulling him deeply into her.

Both of them were gasping when the tingling in his cock head signaled the imminence of his climax.  He paused indecisively and then plunged.  His body began jerking in reaction to his explosive emission. 

When his ecstasy ebbed, he raised his head to find his sister’s face.  She was smiling serenely.

“Wow,” she enthused.  “Now I know how it feels.  It was awesome.”

Marvin’s frame of mind was far from upbeat.  He had just fucked his barely pubescent sister.  There was something not right about that.  What if his parents found out?  Guilt and worry welled up in him.

Trying not to seem too abrupt, he pulled his cock from his sister’s cunt and sat back away from her on the rug.  For her part, the girl sat up and curled her slim body to gain a view of her pussy.  Ascertaining the condition of her genitalia, she commented that she was “all ookie.”  To his amazement she asked if he wanted to do it again.  When he temporized she seemed disappointed.  He suggested that it was getting late and they should go to bed.  That was unusual because they almost always stayed awake until their parents returned, but the girl barely missed a beat before agreeing.

They shared a bed on these excursions.  Neither of them found that odd because they had been doing it since they were babies.  Typically they used bedtime for secret-sharing and horseplay.  Tonight Marvin kept his distance.  His sister attempted physical interaction, but he rebuffed her.  She was annoyed.

“What’s the matter with you?” she demanded.

“Nothing.  I’m just tired.  I want to go to sleep.”

“It’s early.”  Then she fixed him with an accusatory look.  “You’re bothered because we fucked, aren’t you?”

He admitted he was.  It “wasn’t right” because she was his sister, he observed.  He held back on his concerns about their parents’ reaction.  She shot back that it was “no big deal” and that half the girls in her class had had sex.  He rejoined that he had no problem with her having sex, just not with him.  She cited her informal perception that many girls had sex with relatives, on the heels of which the “no big deal” assertion came out again.  Then her look became keener.

“Omigod, you’re worried about Mom and Dad, aren’t you?”

Busted.  He admitted that was the case.  Her comeback was preceded by a superior smirk.  His sister disclosed that their mother had broached the subject of sex and boys with her shortly after she got the contraceptive immunization that was required of all girls over 11 who were attending public school.  After discussing the various possible combinations of circumstances and partners under which his sister might start having sex, their mother had brought up Marvin.  She asked her daughter if she had given consideration to letting her brother fuck her.  The mother continued that she thought Marvin was “ready” and that it might be a “safe” option to consider.

“So I think she was okay with you and me doing it,” his sister concluded.

“Are you sure that’s what she said?”  He didn’t trust himself to feel relief yet.

His sister answered by grabbing his cock.  This time he didn’t resist.  Their subsequent sex play was quite varied, but it concluded the same way as before with Marvin pumping a load of semen into his little sister’s body.  Along the way she had managed an orgasm of her own.  They were still awake and physically engaged in the wee hours of the morning when their parents returned.  They quickly pretended to be asleep.

Prompted by Bailey, Rob went next.  By way of background, he revealed that he developed a rather introverted personality – partly because he was an only child of parents who were not together and who tended to be otherwise engaged.  As he got older, he gravitated toward living with his father.  The latter had set up housekeeping with a younger woman.  The couple had discussed having a baby, so they regularized their relationship as domestic partners.  To all intents and purposes, that made his father’s companion Rob’s stepmother.

Rob’s interaction with his new “mother” was rather neutral at first.  She was nice enough but she seemed to observe him more than talk to him.  He became painfully aware that his loneliness was becoming a concern to her.  He knew she couldn’t fix it, so he hoped she wouldn’t try to intervene.

His wishes notwithstanding, she did get involved.  One of her initiatives was to suggest that he attend school naked.  When he tried to ignore that suggestion, she stopped wearing clothes altogether and started inviting him to come with her whenever she ran errands.  In order to avoid controversy, he acceded.  He found that as he accompanied a well-above-average-looking naked woman in public, he began to believe that he gained stature in the eyes of strangers who observed them.  His self-esteem took a decided up-tick.  He stopped requiring prodding whenever his stepmother invented an errand for him to accompany her on.

Gradually, he acceded to her other requests.  He rested his hand on her bare ass as they walked, making them seem more of a couple.  He was a bit taller than she, so the “couple thing” worked despite his obvious youth.  His cock liked it, too.  He became proficient at unobtrusively adjusting his pants to manage the bulge.

Then there was the matter of his being naked around the house.  At her instigation, Brad’s father started keeping nude.  With that support, she gradually induced Brad to sleep naked, then do his morning routine that way until dressing was the last thing he did before going out the door to school.  Once that practice was established, disrobing as soon as he came in from school seemed like not that much of a change. 

She also began finding ways of accompanying him to school to drop him off or pick him up – both completely unnecessary – because it was “on my way” or because she was “in the neighborhood.”  She made a show of bounding out of the PV and giving him a kiss.

The follow-on to his response to the “Who’s the babe?” question (“My stepmom.”) was “Man, are you doin’ her?  She seems to be really into you.” That was probably when he started seeing her as a fuck partner – not seriously at first.  But it became more plausible the more he thought about it, which became nearly all the time.  That’s when he started wanting very badly to please her. 

The first day that he attended school naked was one of those days that she dropped him off.  She gave him a very un-motherly “have a nice day” kiss.  His cock was on the chubby side when he entered school.  He tried to focus his mind to keep from getting a full erection.  He failed to prevent that and as a result was sporting full wood by the time he was getting settled into his first class.  His bottomless female teacher looked him over before smiling and saying good morning.  That made all the difference.

Girls, naked and clothed, shot him appraising glances all day.  Guys sized him up, too.  More for competitive reasons, he decided, giving them the benefit of the doubt.  In either circumstance, he let them look, making no attempt to discourage the attention.  After a time he found himself not only unbothered but actually solicitous for the scrutiny.  He was making subtle adjustments to his posture and carriage to display his genitalia to greater advantage.

Despite the apprehension he had harbored for so long about drawing too much (unfavorable) attention by attending school in the nude, the first day proved to be almost a non-event.  The only difference between his old style day and this one was that his peers seemed more inclined to talk with him.  On the second day he found himself more inclined to talk to them.  He was able to engage in small talk and banter with little of his old awkwardness and none of the anxiety.

In subsequent days, he declined his stepmother’s ride in favor of the school transportation, so he could be among his new companions.  He gravitated toward the naked kids but found respect among all of his classmates.  He was now a more complete package – an “A” student with an outgoing personality.

Brad sought out the company of girls, every girl that would talk to him.  He was on a mission now: he wanted sex.  He had concluded that he had a pretty decent cock that looked exceptionally imposing when fully hard.  It tended upward on a slight angle with no bow, tipped with a nicely-formed head.  That settled, he was quite okay with his member’s taking on an erect attitude in social situations.  Girls, he discovered, tended to not only notice it but also to contrive to touch it.  Sometimes they wanted to be touched back.

One thing lead to another until ten days before his 14^th birthday he gasped as he released his first load of jizzum into the cunt of one Celeste Stefano, his first fuck.  It took place in her bedroom after school.  Afterward, he recalled retrieving the pink teddy bear from the floor where it had landed after being swept from the bed during the height of their passion.  Celeste was already on the phone with one of her girlfriends who had waited patiently on the line listening while they coupled.  Brad fucked the girlfriend the next afternoon while Celeste watched.  As it turned out, Celeste had a lot of eager girlfriends.

“So, did you ever do your stepmom?” Marvin asked as Brad concluded.  The latter smiled sheepishly.

“Nope.  Never.”

The candor of the boys’ accounts impressed Amy.  She felt her reservations melting away such that she was comfortable revealing that her older brother Jared was the first to fuck her.  Once she started, her story flowed easily from her.

As Amy procrastinated over applying to Farleigh, her 14^th birthday approached.  Her mother had reminded her that many girls these days give up their virginity as part of their 14^th birthday celebration.  Amy acknowledged that but insisted she didn’t feel compelled to do so just to say she did it.  However, the spontaneity she was holding out for did come about in a timely manner. 

It was an encounter that began when she walked in on Jared on her birthday morning while he was lying on his bed watching a “porncom.”  Like most standard entertainment fare these days, there was ample explicit sexual content.  A few decades ago this sort of thing would have been restricted to adult outlets.  As usual under such circumstances, he was naked with his hand on his hard-on.  When she moved to leave he asked her to stay.  He scooted over and patted the bed beside him suggestively.  She accepted the invitation, sitting upright and cross legged next to him.  The fact that she was also naked that morning was hardly unusual.

“Happy 14^th, Ames,” he offered, glancing up with a knowing grin.  “You got an appointment with a nice hard one today?”

She was circumspect in her answer, but he caught on to the negative response nonetheless.

“Does that mean that you have already done it, have plans to do it or decided not to do it?” he pursued.

She was distinctly uncomfortable with the line of his inquiry, but had no intention of ending the interview.  Her sense was that he had the answer to her problem as he had so many times in the past.  Consequently, she wanted to persist in his company until he provided the solution.  Keeping her eyes firmly focused on the screen she framed her answer.

“It means I don’t know what to do about it,” she said quietly.  She felt his eyes on her.

“Do you want to do it?”

“Well, yeah, of course.  I just don’t know how I want to go about it.”

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal, you know.”

She turned on him then.

“Not for a guy.  Maybe you haven’t noticed, but girls are wired up different.”

She of course knew that there were very few guys still shy of their 18^th birthdays with more girl experience than her brother, which made her sarcasm all the more telling.  She had the satisfaction of seeing him look chastened.

“Okay.  Sorry.”  He let go of his cock, rolled over on his side to face her and propped himself on his elbow.  His expression shifted to earnest.

“Listen, Ames, I want to be part of the solution.  Tell me what you want … or just tell me what’s on your mind ... You know … just talk.”

She couldn’t help glancing at his hard-on lying on the bed between them.  Its proximity to her cunt was not lost on her.  

Jared was an exquisite specimen of young manhood by any girl’s standards.  “Lean” was the operative term.  He had muscle definition that just wouldn’t quit.  When he was nude and moving it was like an anatomy lesson – watching all of his muscles flex and relax in turn.  Bundling that together with his great hazel blue eyes, wonderful boyish smile and unassuming personality and you had a package that rendered most girls smitten on sight.  Brother or not, Amy was not immune to his attractiveness.

“I don’t know,” she began again.  “I want it not to hurt and I want it to be special.”  She paused.  “And I want to enjoy it.” Pause again. “And I guess I want to like the guy I do it with.”

“Okay,” he replied slowly still looking intently at her.  “And your girl friends are no help?”

Amy shook her head quickly.

“Only Cindy’s done it and she did it with her boyfriend.  As far as I can make out he was clueless, so it wasn’t much fun.  Meg and Lin are just thinking about it – like me.”  She exhaled.  “You wouldn’t think it would be such a problem in this day and age.  I mean you see people fucking in public, for God’s sake.”

Jared was smiling.  “Yeah, I know what you mean.  There’s a hump you have to get over.  Then you’ve got your ticket to the party punched.  You’re in the club.”

They were still looking at each other when the silence set in.  Amy took a long breath as she tried to decide what to say next.  He took the initiative.

“Amy?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I fuck you?”

Just like that.  His quiet request solved her problem in the way she’d always subconsciously hoped.  Her eyes were welling just a bit as she reached for his cock.  When she had it firmly in her grasp, she replied.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

With that, she slid down and lay on her side facing him.  He put a hand behind her head and drew her face to his.  She continued to hold his cock as they exchanged gentle kisses and then touched tongues.  After a few moments, she stopped and asked quietly what she needed to do.  He told her to just relax and do whatever felt right.

He was very gentle as he took the lead in foreplay.  Eventually he guided her onto her back in the process of sucking her nipples and fingering her pussy.  When he ascertained that she was sufficiently prepared, he mounted her.  He coached her with words and touches as he entered her.  Breathing on each of his prompts, she knew enough to push back against his thrusts and to reposition her legs once they were coupled. 

The discomfort she expected as he opened her for the first time was muted.   Under Jared’s expert ministrations it gave way quickly to pleasure and then to ecstasy.  She held him gratefully as he climaxed.  After he recovered from inseminating her, they conversed easily while he lay on top of her.  Some part of her consciousness was distracted by the sensation of their fluids leaking from her as his cock softened in her pussy.  Even that she savored.  It somehow made the experience so complete.

Under his questioning, she admitted that she did enjoy the sex.  He confided that he judged her performance “great.”  She had the indications, he stated, of becoming an “excellent fuck” and “a great slut.”  Knowing that Jared’s assessment was based on so much experience, she was flattered, even though she knew he was probably being overly generous. 

When she went out with her girl friends later in the day, they picked up on her euphoric post-fuck mood.  Under intense interrogation, she finally admitted that her brother had fucked her.  The gale of teenage enthusiasm that that disclosure unleashed made her feel like a celebrity.  She was riding that wave when she called her mother and declared her intention of ending her procrastination and applying to Farleigh. 

Amy concluded her narrative to her companions at that point, judging she had revealed all that was required.  There were only nods of acknowledgment and no follow-up questions.  She was relieved and relaxed accordingly.

Bailey was at last ready with her story.

Just before she turned 12, her mother was invited to a destination wedding of one of her cousins.  It was held at a high end clothing-optional resort.  For some reason that Bailey could no longer remember, her mother’s current mate, Bailey’s stepfather, didn’t go.  But likewise, there was no one to mind the girl, so her mother took her to the affair.  Bailey recalled that her mother seemed particularly eager to attend this function.  The reason soon became apparent once they arrived at the resort.  The call her mother made en route from the airport summoned a man to the reception area of the hotel that Bailey didn’t recognize.  The way her mother ground her naked body against his as they kissed, however, indicated that she at least knew him well.

Bailey only received a perfunctory introduction before being whisked to their room.  The stranger trailed along.  With hardly time to set her bags down, her mother suggested they check out the pool.  The naked trio found lounge chairs and made a show of settling in.  Sensing that her presence was not desired, Bailey entered the pool and busied herself with intermittent laps and dives. 

There weren’t a lot of children her age in the area, so she checked out the adults.  One man who could have been in his thirties seemed to be watching her.  He was slim, well-tanned and naked except for his sun glasses.  She concluded that he had a nicely shaped penis.  Gratified by the attention of an older man, Bailey performed a little water ballet before emerging slowly from the pool and standing with her dripping body on full display while she pretended to attend to her hair.  Her breasts at that time had developed somewhat ahead of schedule.  She had noted with satisfaction the attention that her sprouts were getting when she ventured into public topless.  Still, half oranges would have compared favorably with her appointments, so she was not exactly stopping traffic in those days.

While she preened for her fantasy admirer her mother and her companion vacated their chairs.  Her mother crossed over to her and said that she and the man were going to attend to something or other.  Bailey should stay and enjoy the pool.  Her mother reminded her that they could get in contact on their companions.  As they departed, Bailey watched the man cup her mother’s ass cheek.  That seemed fair because her mother had gripped his cock as they turned to go.  Bailey wondered how long she should remain away from the room.  As she dwelt on it she became miffed at her mother for dragging her to this place where she knew no one and then abandoning her daughter for a tryst.  That was probably the moment when Bailey decided she was going to manage somehow to do something outrageous.

When the adults had disappeared, the girl turned back to her quarry.  He had slipped out of his sunglasses and into the pool Where he was languidly swimming, glancing at her after each pair of strokes.  Bailey decided to return to the water as well. She did so via the diving board after pausing at the end of the board to assure herself that she still had her admirer’s attention.  After surfacing, she paddled demurely toward the shallows, using her peripheral vision to keep track of her man.

As she took up a post against the side of the pool, he suddenly started in her direction.  If she hadn’t been frozen in place she might have scrambled out of the pool and beat a retreat.  As it was, she remained watching his approach helplessly.

“Hi, there.”  He was tall enough that his cock was nearly completely above the water’s surface as he stood in front of her.  The head was pink in contrast to the tan of the shaft.  She pulled her eyes off it and located his face.

“Uh, hi,” she managed.

“I see you’re with Carmine.  Are you her daughter?”

The shock she felt at hearing her mother’s name from this stranger was tinged with perverse consternation.  If he knows her mother, his interest in her would be something other than physical.  Darn.

“Uh, yeah.”  Feeling the need to produce something other than monosyllables, she added, “Do you know my mom?”

The man grinned.  His black hair was slicked back above the keen points of his eyes.  His face was populated by strong, large features.  She was at once strongly attracted to him and scared of him.  The distillation of those two emotions resulted in intense interest in seeing what was going to happen next.

“Yes.  I’ve known her for quite a few years.”  He seemed to pick up on her unspoken question.  “I’m not exactly family; I’m sort of an ex-step cousin.  My name is Guy.”

“I’m Bailey.  Nice to meet you, Guy.” 

She began to drop her guard a bit as her comfort level increased.  After a little small talk in which Guy commented on her mother’s companion – apparently someone he knew as well – he suggested that they reclaim the chaises vacated by them.  He retrieved his glasses and joined her, perching on the edge his seat while she reclined.  He swiveled toward her, causing his cock to stay in her field of view.

During the course of an amiable conversation, he revealed that he was in town for the same wedding – without a female companion.  He volunteered that he would be attending the festivities naked, per the wish of the marrying couple.  He casually asked what her sartorial plans were.  Bailey confirmed that she hadn’t brought any clothing suitable for a wedding (as a matter of fact her mother had insisted that they pack no clothes at all and had both flown naked), so she expected to attend in the nude as well.  Guy nodded vaguely at her disclosure.  She chose to believe it signified approval.  Then she realized he was looking beyond her.  His gaze returned to her momentarily as he cocked his head, suggesting she should look there too.

A young black couple was sliding into the shallow end of the pool.  Just before it was lost from view below the surface, the girl noted that the male half of the pair was displaying a very attention-getting erection.  Once hip deep in the water, he backed his partner up to the side of the pool.  Her legs surfaced corralling him.  Her long-nailed fingers gripped his upper arms as they kissed.  She broke off abruptly, however, as he gave a sudden pelvic thrust.  Her head titled back and her mouth came open in a silent gasp.  She had no time to recover before her body rocked under a second thrust.

Her partner was watching her reaction with a grim smile as he followed with a third stroke, followed by more shorter, subdued thrusts.  As the woman’s head lulled, the man settled into a steady fucking rhythm, creating pulsating ripples around them.

“Do you like to watch people fuck?”

Bailey started.  Guy had leaned forward while her attention was diverted so that he was very nearly talking into her ear.

The girl hesitated before deciding that there was no harm in answering.  She did so by nodding affirmatively.  Of course she had seen people fucking in the entertainment media as long as she could remember.  Live action experiences had been more limited.  Her stepfather was something of an exhibitionist, so he tried to maneuver Bailey’s mother into situations where they would be fucking in view of others.  Bailey was a favorite candidate for an audience.  Unfortunately, her mother was usually not inclined to cooperate – although there had been a few occasions when Bailey’s presence had gone unnoticed or when her mother had had a bit to drink that the girl had gotten her chance.

Bailey had barely finished wagging her head when Guy asked his second question.

“Have you ever fucked?”

The girl was surprised by the question but decided he was kidding.  She giggled as she shook her head vigorously.

“Never?”

He seemed incredulous.

“I’m only eleven,” she smiled, still thinking he was joking.

He shook his head.

“A lot of eleven-year-olds have sex.  Haven’t any of your girl friends started fucking?”

“Not that I know of.”

Bailey was now taking the inquiry quite seriously.

“Haven’t you ever wanted to try it?”

Bailey thought.  She answered slowly.

“I don’t know.  I guess I figured I was too young.”  She thought some more.  “And the boys my age aren’t big enough to do it.”

“That’s true.  You couldn’t fuck with boys your age.  You’d have to have an older boy – or man – fuck you.”

“Isn’t that a problem?  They tell us in school that if the girl’s not 13 and the guy is more than four years older, he could go to jail.”

Her companion nodded.

“That’s true.  But if nobody finds out and tells, it’s all good.”

He leaned back a little and looked over at the couple.

“Looks like they’re done.”

The woman’s chin was resting on her man’s shoulder as she held him loosely in her arms and legs.  For his part, he leaned against her.  Both were breathing heavily.

“Since there isn’t anything more to see, would you like to get a drink?”

He was sitting all the way back now and smiling.  The tension she had begun to feel started to melt away.  Her relief disposed her to accept the offer and accompany her new confidant to the snack bar.  She couldn’t help glancing repeatedly at his cock.  It had become more than half hard, so it bobbed incessantly with his movements.  He gave no indication that he noticed her attention as she tried unsuccessfully to stop appraising his appointments.

When they claimed chairs in the snack area, she was able to address his face since his cock was below the horizon of the intervening table.  He made it easy by asking questions about her mother, family, school and other topics that 11 year-olds are used to talking about.  The cool drink helped, too.  Soon she was sharing confidences and giggling at his observations.

“Do you think your mother might be wondering where you are?” he asked during a lull while the dregs of their beverages sat dissolutely before them.

She considered.  That would occur eventually and a tardy response might land her in maternal disfavor, but if she presented herself at the room while her mother was still engaged, the result would be the same.  She needed more data.

“Any idea how long it’s been since she went up to the room?”

“Mmm ... I’d say a half hour at least.  Maybe 45 minutes.”

That didn’t seem too long.  She could probably be reasonably sure of not being sought for a little while yet.  She told him so.

“In that case, would you like to go down to the beach?”

She hadn’t seen the beach yet, so she readily assented.  She watched his nice cock rise from under the table.  Falling in step beside him, she tried to straighten up, square her shoulders and arch her back to push out her chest.  It was her attempt to look as mature as her undeveloped breasts would allow.

“That’s my bungalow.”

He pointed to one of the stand-alone units with the simulated thatched roofs that surrounded the beach front.  She was impressed by the disclosure.

“You have that all to yourself?”

“Sure do.  Would you like to check it out?”

The cool dimness of the interior was a welcome relief from the midday heat of the beach.  When her eyes adjusted, Bailey could see that the bungalow consisted of little more than the bedroom and bath.  The former however was reasonably spacious with furnishings in addition to the usual bedroom complement.  One of bonus items was a settee.  At his suggestion, Bailey found herself seated next to her companion after her tour of the premises which included appreciating the view from each window.

At such close quarters, his half hard cock seemed more attention-getting than ever.  She wanted to touch it but knew she mustn’t. 

“Ever touch a man’s penis before?”  He adroitly slipped that into the small talk they were making. 

She looked quickly up to his face.  Had she been that obvious?  Of course she had.

“Uh, yeah.  My stepdad likes me to play with him sometimes.”  The suddenness of the question prevented her reacting any other way than blurting out the truth.  The fact was, that was a guilty secret that her stepfather repeatedly reminded her to keep.  Her mother disapproved of those types of interactions.

“Do you like to play with him?”

Since she was now a resident of the Palace of Truth, she had no alternative but to answer candidly.  She smiled shyly as she replied in the affirmative.

“Why don’t you feel me?”

His tone was quiet and suggestive.  She hesitated only a moment before extending her hand.  Then she was holding his cock just below the head. 

There was no doubt that she was clutching a living thing.  It twitched and began to grow in her hand.  This was the part that always intrigued her.  Guy’s response, however, was much quicker than her parent’s.   As she allowed it to rear up, the upside down heart shape of the underside of head stood forth.  She knew this was now a fully armed cock.

Based on her experience with her step father, she began to slide her curled fingers up and down the shaft.  Guy seemed to like that just as much.  Enjoying her companion’s reaction, she decided to include the full repertoire of behaviors that her absent parent prized.  She kept her eyes in contact with his as she leaned over and took the head into her mouth.  A quick suck and a lick on retreating garnered the expected look of dazed approval.

“Very niiiccce,” he hissed.  She liked the fact that she was affecting his diction.  It made her feel in control – empowered.

She barely had time to consider her milestone, however, when she saw him lean forward.  Instinctively, she turned her face upward, the better to deduce his intentions by his expression.  In the process her lips encountered his.  She sat rigid while the soft kiss was planted.  He drew back and regarded her for a moment.

“Did your stepdad ever kiss you?”

Her heartbeat seemed loud in her ears as she managed a nod accompanied by a breathless monosyllable.

“Then show me how.”

She leaned into him with her lips parted.  Once his mouth covered hers, she opened wider.  His tongue was nice like her father’s.  It probed her gently, unhurriedly.  Fleetingly, she touched it with her own tongue.  He pursued her.  She coyly offered another touch.  This time she lingered.  His member accepted her invitation.  For moment they swirled around each other.

He paused drew back.

“Let me feel you.”

She realized that his hand was between her open thighs.  As if to gain her attention, he stroked one of them.  That felt very good.  In a haze, she spread them farther apart, laying one leg over his.  His fingers caressed her vulva as soon as they gained passage.  He resumed the kiss and his finger sought entry.  She squeezed his cock in reaction to his finger thrust.

She was writhing under his invasion when he disengaged his mouth the second time.

“Do you want to try putting me inside you?”

His question seemed to come from far away, almost seeming irrelevant as she continued to react to his finger fuck.  Somehow she connected that if she complied with the suggestion the pleasure that was emanating from her cunt could be enhanced.   She was all in favor of that.  Her “yes” came out in a gasp.

His face turned from her momentarily a looked down at something along side the settee.  When he turned back to her he was holding a tube of – what? – ointment.  His finger continued to work magic inside her as her eyes followed the tube to the head of his penis just above her closed fist.  A clear gel emerged from the tube, coating the cock head.  Then the container was gone.  The hand that had held it was under her ass cheek.

“Get up...  That’s the girl.” 

She got to her feet, still holding his rigid cock.  His finger was still in her.  At his suggestive touch she straddled his legs then placed her knees one by one on the seat on either side of him.  She knew where to position her pussy.  His finger retreated. 

She wasn’t looking at anything in particular or thinking anything in particular when she felt his cock head between her labia.  The gel produced a pleasant warmth.  Apparently she had lowered herself onto his member.  That had been a non-event.  Now confident, she let herself down a bit more.  The stretching sensation gave her pause, but neither barrier or pain presented itself.  She pressed on.

Her eyes found a focus on his face when she detected his pulsing movements within her.  His face was wide-eyed with intensity.   She decided he was being helpful and didn’t require her cooperation.  She turned her attention back to her primary concern – getting this cock inside her.

The stretching became intense, she was becoming concerned.  As she paused, she felt his shallow thrusts coaxing her muscles to expand.

“Take deep breaths.”

That far away voice was back.  The throbbing of the blood in her ears impeded her hearing.  She realized her breathing was shallow and ragged. With some effort, she gained control of it and managed a deep draw.  She felt his cock make way.  Another breath, more progress and then she felt her downward movement stopped.

She blinked at her partner as a small smile teased his lips.

“You’ve done it, Bailey.  Look down.”

She did as she was told.  It certainly seemed as though her spread pussy lips had totally engulfed his cock.  She took inventory of her cunt.  It was very full.  A rigid pole held her in place.  Still, she’d done it.  She had taken that huge, lovely cock inside her. 

“How does it feel?”

She gave a little wiggle of her lower body.  He was a challenging but comfortable fit.  And she felt very turned on.

“It feels good.”  She almost giggled as she answered.

“Then is it okay if I fuck you?”

The question momentarily surprised her.  There’s more?  Yes, of course there is.  She remembered what came next.  Fresh from her triumph, she was ready to try it.

She managed only a nod, but that was enough for him.

“Let’s move to the bed.”

She wasn’t sure what that entailed on her part, but she didn’t wonder long.  Both his hands were under her buttocks as he stood up in one smooth motion.  Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his middle.  There was little additional stress on her vaginal walls while he crossed to room with his cock still firmly buried in her to the hilt.

When he leaned over the bed, she released her hug of his neck so she could lie back.  Using his new liberty, he braced himself on his arms and pistoned her cunt with a few slow strokes.  He inquired after her condition again.  Excited by the feeling of being fucked and eager for it to continue, she replied that she felt “good.”  He assured her that she would soon be feeling better.

She lay in a growing haze of pleasure as her slim body rocked under the influence of his thrusts.  He had orchestrated their move up onto the bed without losing their coupling.  Her legs were wrapped around his buttocks, riding with his efforts.  Her arms were splayed on the bed as she watched his face through wide open eyes.  His were closed.

She noticed the contortions in his expression before she was aware of the change in the fast-paced rhythm of his strokes.  When he stiffened and hitched, she was initially alarmed.  In a moment she had reassured herself that only “normal” things were occurring as he plunged sharply into her and groaned.  She correctly assigned his subsequent gasps and twitches to the act of releasing his sperm into her.  

It was done.  She had been fucked for the very first time.  She was no longer what was derisively referred to as “a virgin.”  At that moment she felt as though she were a new person.

Guy caught himself on his elbows as he relaxed, keeping the bulk of his weigh off her.  His eyes crept open as he regained control of his breathing.  A wan smile followed in the wake of his eyelid raising.

“You were wonderful, Bailey.  Did you like it?”

The girl was aware of the presence of his cock in her body.  It was tame now, not straining to get deeper into her.  Still, the memory of excitement as her body clashed with her lover’s made her warm with pleasure.  For once she felt more articulate.

“Yeah, I liked it a lot.”

They were cleaning up in the shower when her wrist companion signaled her mother’s attempt to communicate.  As soon as Guy realized what was occurring, he shut off the water and warned her to be careful what she said.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Bailey, where are you?”

“Uh, down at the beach.”

“Not at the pool?”

Apparently, her mother wasn’t searching for her.  The girl relaxed a bit.

“No, I thought I’d check out the beach.”

“Okay.  Why don’t you come back now?  I’ll meet you in the lobby ... make it over by the fountain.  You know where I mean?”

The girl hoped her mother wouldn’t notice anything different about her.  She was very aware that her cunt still had that stretched feeling as though a phantom of Guy’s cock still inhabited her vagina.  She need not have worried.  Her mother was oblivious to nearly everything.

There was a pre-wedding dinner that night for the traveling guests.  Bailey’s mom and her boyfriend seemed very involved with each other.  What little attention they could spare was devoted to the other adult guests as they renewed old acquaintances.  Bailey was introduced to Guy.  They exchanged polite greetings.

Since there were no other children, Bailey used that as an excuse to go back to the room to entertain herself.  Her mother was not only agreeable to that, but also shared that she’d probably sleep elsewhere.  Bailey should be careful to stay in and keep the door locked.

Ten minutes later, Bailey was padding from one pool of lamplight to another on her way down to the bungalow.  She had communicated with Guy.  He arrived just minutes behind her.  There was no one observing them as he unlocked the door and followed her inside.

It was an instructive night.  Bailey learned some fundamentals of cock-sucking in addition to gaining familiarity with the cowgirl fucking position.   She found that she liked being on top.

Her mother teased her about sleeping late the following morning, but since the wedding wasn’t until the evening, Bailey was allowed to catch up on the missed sleep.  She’d returned to the room in the wee hours of the morning fatigued and sated.  The girl did find that she was quite cunt-sore.  Guy had warned her to expect that since they had probably overdone it on her first day as a slut.  Concentrating on her walk and being sure to sit up straight so that her pussy was tucked well under her helped keep her condition from the notice of her mother.

The discomfort had receded sufficiently by the reception that she was able to behave fairly normally.  The few brief conversations she had with Guy afforded her the opportunity to let him know that she had NO desire to resume their liaison that day.  He seemed to understand and even seemed sympathetic.  He assured her that her tolerance for coupling would increase with practice.

Ironically, Bailey witnessed a considerable amount of fornication.  Her mother openly took on at least two partners vaginally and some others orally.  The bride was gang-fucked and even Guy was seen pleasuring a woman who had obligingly bent over a chair to allow him to take her from behind.  Although normally quite eager to play the spectator when sex was in progress, the girl concluded that the excesses of this gathering had driven her past her saturation point.  There was also the matter that since she was now sexually experienced, watching no longer afforded the same thrill when she knew she could be participating.

Bailey and her mother slept in the same room when they finally retired.  Her mother’s companion was not in evidence and that seemed of no concern to her parent.  They awoke late and barely had time to make their plane.  The girl never had a chance to see Guy again.

Amy was intrigued.

“Did your mother ever find out about you and this man?”

Bailey got serious, seeming to choose her words.

“Kind of.  I didn’t have sex for months after we got home, but then I got a 14 year-old boyfriend and we started fucking.  After the first time with him, my mom asked if I was okay physically – you know, sore cunt or whatever.  I told her I had no problem.  Then she asked me if it really was my first time.  I admitted it wasn’t.  Then she asked when it was.  I told her straight out it was at that wedding.  She got really concerned and asked a lot of sort of indirect, general questions.  I answered them all but I think she wanted to avoid finding out too much.  Since then it occurred to me if she knew too much and didn’t report it, she would be arrested for obstructing justice.”

The ensuing silence signaled a change in mood.  Fortunately, Marvin was there.

“I don’t know about anybody else but these stories made me horny.”

Indeed, both boys had mounted jaunty erections during the narrations.  Amy’s question had threatened their readiness.  She repented her overt curiosity.  She was anxious to make amends.

“Yes, my cunt could stand a stuffing,” Amy declared, perfecting her grip on Rob’s cock.  That was put a bit more crudely than was her habit, but she was over-compensating.

After the obligatory murmurs of agreement, Rob spoke up.

“Wanna do some Kama Sutra positions?”

Bailey chuckled as she intoned, “The ‘perfesser’ will now conduct class.”  Then she went on, “My darling roommate is a student of classical fucking.  In the past couple days I’ve learned the Hindi names of all the positions I’ve been doing – and a few that wouldn’t occur to me.  Prepare to be amazed.”

Rob took the teasing in good humor.  For their part, Amy and Marvin were intrigued by the prospect of a getting the classical perspective on the ancient art of lovemaking.

Amy approved of Rob’s rendition of Nagabandha, a variant of the Elephant position.  It involved her lying on her side and facing away from her partner as he penetrated her while kneeling behind.  What she found particularly appealing was the protracted foreplay that Rob insisted was one of the basic mandates of Kama Sutra practice.  She was a couple of orgasms to the good before he got around to entering her.

Meanwhile, Marvin seemed more than okay when Bailey performed Mukula (the Bud) by lying on her back and drawing her knees up together over her breasts, inviting his penetration of her pursed pussy lips from underneath.  He preceded his invasion with an oral strafing of his target.  Judging from his partner’s reaction, he amply fulfilled the requirement for satisfying foreplay.

After they had cleaned up, Bailey declared her intention to check out what was happening in the student lounge.  Amy discovered that she felt more energetic than she had the previous evenings.  The boys agreed, so they repaired as a group to the lounge.  

Only a relatively small fraction of the Freshman class was actually present.  Hardly any of Amy’s familiars seemed to have made it.  No Scott, was the thought that crossed her mind as she surveyed the crowd a second time.

Jet, however, was present and surrounded by a small coterie.  Crystal waved to them from another klatch that included her roommate.  The vigor of her wave caused her to tits jiggle markedly. If it was a calculated display, it was successful.  Marvin sidled over to her with Amy in tow to claim a couple of spots in the small group.  Rob and Bailey disappeared.

One girl told a lively story about how she got an eyeful of semen as she gave her one of her first blow jobs.  She had pulled her boyfriend’s cock from her mouth to watch it spurt.  She had no idea that the male emission could cause eye irritation.  Her partner apparently was also clueless on that score.  Watching her reaction, the boy became increasingly agitated.  It was obvious that he wanted to flee the scene.  The narrator milked the group’s attention with what was no doubt embellished detail.

When they finally managed to ameliorate her condition, her partner’s only concern seemed to be whether or not she’d ever blow him again.  Not wanting to seem like she held it against him, she had gone down on him right then.  As it turned out, he was unable to cum again so soon.  She wound up sucking him for an interminable period, resulting in a case of raw lips and an aching tongue.  The boy broke up with her the next day and took up with a girl that was a more experienced cock sucker.

“Enjoying the story time?”

Amy turned in the direction of the voice.  Luis was at her elbow.  He was alone.

“I guess.  It seems like if we aren’t doing it, we’re talking about it.”

He nodded.

“Somebody might call this a monoculture of sex.”

She smiled at the turn of phrase, expressing her approval of his characterization.

“How was your day of fucking?” She asked him.  She was open to some conversation as Marvin was devoting his attention elsewhere.

“Not bad.  Actually, though, I think fucking you was the highlight.”

Amy felt a little thrill of pleasure – familiar pleasure.  This was the second time today that a boy had said that to her.  Maybe she had something going on that she wasn’t conscious of.  But modesty was indicated here.

“In that case, it sounds like you had a pretty rough day.”

He smiled, seeing through her dismissal.  He knew that he had scored points with her.

“Seriously, you’re fun to fuck.  I really enjoyed it. It was ...” He groped for a word.  “... exceptional.” 

“You mean I’m a better fuck than most girls?”

She could have kicked herself for getting too far out in front of his accolades.  She was fishing for a compliment.  He hesitated and dropped the smile for a serious mien in advance of his reply.

“’Better’?  Yeah, I guess you could say that.  But I was thinking more along the lines of ‘special’.  There are some girls in this class that are very experienced fucks.  They really know a lot of tricks.  You’re different.  It’s not that you’re so good at technique, it’s more that you seem to put your whole self into sex.”  He didn’t pause, but rushed on.  “You’re just amazingly fun to fuck.”  He seemed thoughtful.  “Not making love to an individual but making love the way you make a work of art – you know – it’s there for whoever comes along.”

Now he did pause.  She was rocked back on her heels, speechless.  She couldn’t define the feeling that was coursing through her body, depriving it of the ability to move, let alone respond.

“Actually, I was planning to call you.  I was wondering if you’d like to get together sometime tomorrow and kind of get it on.”

The next thrill of pleasure that coursed through her flickered off and on as it alternated with doubt.  Was he asking her for a fuck date?  She’d never been asked on a fuck date by a boy – for that matter, any kind of date.  Was this really happening?  Was he serious?  Had she misunderstood?

She searched his face for clues.  Her conclusion was that she had not misunderstood.  Still, she needed to confirm.

“You mean just the two of us?”

He nodded.

The pleasant glow took exclusive control of her person.  She glanced at his cock.  Her impression was that it was expectantly chubby.  It looked very inviting.

“I’d love to get together with you.”

While they agreed to meet during the first free period on the following day, he laid a hand on her upper thigh.  She took that as sealing the deal.  She laid her hand over his cock in response.  They exchanged smiles before leaning forward to touch tongues.

Luis made a stab at small talk before his roommate, Ally, a lithe, long haired girl whom Amy recognized from volleyball squad, showed up with another couple to claim him.  Amy was relieved that the awkward post-date-making session was ended.  Save the glow for tomorrow.

Amy felt compelled to stay with in the group that Marvin and Crystal had selected.  She just hoped it would run out of momentum soon.  Anything that might occur after her interlude with Luis was now anticlimactic. Nevertheless, the Luis episode generated enough warmth to keep her pleasantly insulated from any negative feelings that might emanate form Marvin and Crystal’s bonding. 

When Marvin came to her and suggested they go up to their room, she had no other inclination than to smile at him and take his hand.  She drifted off to sleep after cuddling with his body and responding to his gentle verbalizations without actually engaged her mind.  She didn’t find it necessary to mention Luis.

TO BE CONTINUED ...