Freshman Orientation

Wednesday - Early

Amy woke up slowly.  She was well ahead of the alarm. 

You’re just amazingly fun to fuck.

Luis’s words played through her mind.  Closing her eyes again, she let her thoughts drift.  To think: just four mornings ago she woke in her own bed at home and now …

She remembered how she had awakened that morning that seemed like another lifetime.  Of course, that brought her back to Jared – dear, sweet, loving Jared.  He had been so integral to her deciding to come here.  She picked up the thread of her memory where she had ceased her recitation of her “first time” to her companions the previous night.

When her formerly frustrated mother learned the impetus for her daughter’s change of heart, she was very pleased with Jared.  When Amy returned from her birthday outing she learned that her mother had rewarded Jared’s initiative with her cunt.  It wasn’t the first time that their mother had submitted to being fucked by her son, but Jared was gratified by this sign of her approval nonetheless.

Jared came to Amy’s room that night and expressed his approbation of her decision by fucking her again.  They spent the night in her bed and then fucked again in the morning.  It was the first time that she got on top.

On a few occasions over the ensuing months (Jared was away at school most of the time), her brother would come into Amy’s bedroom either late at night or early in the morning and ask if he could fuck her.  She always said ‘yes’ and always enjoyed the act but she never took the initiative herself.  In retrospect being filled with Jared’s “just right” size cock – whether orally or vaginally – was the non-threatening training she needed for her Farleigh challenge.  Only now did it occur to her that Jared’s sexual attentions to her were motivated by more than simple teenage lust.  As she thought about it, her affection for her brother warmed her again.

Her best experience with Jared, however, had occurred on the eve of her departure for Farleigh.  Excitement and apprehension kept sleep away that night.  It was late when Jared appeared in her doorway.  He had been out with friends, so she hadn’t expected to encounter him.

“Amy?  You asleep?” he whispered.

“No,” she whispered back.

She was happy to see his silhouette glide to her bedside and then resolve it self into his welcome features in the dim light.  Without another word, he slipped into bed beside her.  She rolled onto her side to face him.

“Nervous?” he asked, still softly.

She nodded, then added, “A little.”

“It’ll be okay.   Really.  Every kid there will be as stressed as you are.  The kids who keep centered and remember who they are and not try to figure who everyone else is will rule.”

When she didn’t reply, he added, “I guess you’re not in the mood for a motivational talk.”

She sighed before replying.

“I just need to relax.  Will you fuck me?”

She saw him smile in the dim light.

“Silly me.  That’s what I meant to say.”

He had finger fucked her through a major orgasm and a few near misses before he mounted her and inserted his cock.  Somehow her recollection was too vivid not to be real.  Reviewing the evidence she concluded that Marvin was awake and preparing her for their morning fuck.  She was quite okay with that.  She’d just let her memories play in her head while her body was otherwise engaged.  It was a skill that most girls instinctively develop.

In the course of fucking her, Jared took several breaks for tongue duels.  He’d follow these by curling his body so that he could suck her nipples and nuzzle her neck, causing his cock to writhe within her.  When he finally did drive her to another climax, he managed to repeatedly stimulate her, causing waves of renewed pleasure to follow the first shock.

Marvin was inside her now.  She was only vaguely aware of his activities, but she wrapped her arms and legs around him just the same.

Somewhere while she was enjoying Jared’s ministrations, he managed to deliver his packet.  She barely noticed his spate of hitching and jerking as he climaxed in the midst of her spiking pleasure.  Afterward, he settled down on top of her and fatigue claimed them both.  Awakening some time later, she felt him rolling off her. He draped an arm across her breasts as he snuggled close and resumed the regular breathing of deep sleep.  She had only moments to feel the drizzling of his wet cock against her thigh before she joined him in slumber.

Marvin’s stroking was settling into a regular pattern now.  He was using her body.  He was welcome to it as long he didn’t disturb her reverie.

Gray dawn was illuminating the windows when she rediscovered Jared lying on his side with his back to her.  Spooning against him, she recovered the prize from between his legs and began to gently coax it into serviceable rigidity.

“Uhmph.”

Her nibbling on his ear caused him to stir sufficiently that he rolled over on his back.  Taking advantage of her new access she rose over him and took his cock into her mouth.  Last night’s residues provided a less-than-desirable first taste.  A little sucking, however, cleared that away, allowing her to enjoy her task.

When he began to writhe, she released his cock from the confines of her mouth but maintained her grasp as she got to her knees, straddled his hips and positioned it at her entrance.  Using the head to ply her pussy lips, she ascertained her readiness and began to lower herself onto him.  She reveled in the delicious feeling of becoming full with him.

With his cock fully inside her, she leaned forward and planted her hands for support.  Lowering her head, she playfully licked his unresponsive face.  Then she turned her head aside to nip and blow in his ear.  She felt his cock twitch inside her as his face at last broke into a smile.

He remained mute as she began to move on his cock.  She was in no hurry as she savored the fullness and friction imparted by his presence inside her.  Indeed, her residual sleepiness gave the proceedings a lazy, dreamy quality. 

Amy pumped slowly and easily for a while.  Then she paused and readjusted her position.  A couple of thrusts established the success of her efforts.  With her triggers buzzing and beginning to lift her from bliss to passion, she was wriggling and stuttering with each rise and fall. 

As she picked up her tempo with a new sense of urgency she became aware of Jared’s hands on her.  He was also thrusting back.  His feet were planted and his knees were raised behind her.  He shared her sense of need.

She leaned on locked arms as her orgasm wracked her body.  The present merged momentarily with the past.  Marvin doubtless drew satisfaction from the fact that Amy was responding to his ministrations by bucking with pleasure.  He had no way of knowing that the co-stimulus for her orgasm was her memory of another morning.

She was still gasping and squealing when she found herself tossed on her back.  From a newly-established superior position, Jared reentered her almost before she realized that they had become decoupled.  Chuckling at his coup, he proceeded to stroke her cunt vigorously.

Her post-orgasmic daze dropped away as she realized that there was work to do.  She had her legs around him as soon as she could get coordinated.  She was giving him an eager assist with each stroke as she watched his passion-strained grin above her.

“You look so good when you’re getting fucked,” he hissed in a very un-brotherly manner.  It gratified her no little bit to hear him say that. 

“And I like getting fucked so much,” she growled back between clenched teeth.  It occurred to her that this fuck was getting competitive.  She wasn’t sure what the stakes were but she resolved not to spare any effort to be the victor.

For several minutes there was no sound but their labored breathing as they fucked, eyes locked.  At last he faltered.  She met his plunge, pressing her pussy to the root of his cock as hard as she could.

Marvin was cumming now.  Amy instinctively drew him close as he released his load inside her.

After the initial jerks and twitches, Jared went to his elbows while he gasped for breath.  As she watched him in his helpless state, she thought he looked so cute.  A warm feeling of love pervaded her.  She took his head in her hands and curled to kiss him.  Marvin responded to the reenactment of that kiss.

“You two better break it up soon, or we’ll never get out of here.”

Amy broke off the kiss and looked past Jared’s shoulder to where her naked mother stood in the doorway fluffing her just-washed hair.  Her brother rose up on his hands and turned to look over his shoulder as well.  He was still panting a bit.

“Okay.  Be there in a minute.”

Marvin lay on top of her gasping in the aftermath of his climax.  Her memories rolled on as she held him.

Their mother smiled knowingly as she turned and left without another word.  Jared moved to withdraw, so Amy reluctantly opened her legs.  When she noted how much rigidity remained in his penis, she regretted the waste.

They showered together, but concentrated on business.  Little was said until they congregated for breakfast.  Mom kept up a steady patter of small talk as she bustled about.  Amy and Jared mostly answered questions, hardly glancing up from their plates.

They were assembled outside beside the rented PV a short time later.  Amy had fussed with her makeup and collected her bag after breakfast.  She found herself facing a mute Jared as preparations concluded.  Her mother looked at them and then stated that she had to return to the house for a moment and left them alone together.  As soon as she was out of sight, Jared spoke.

“Good luck, Ames.”

Almost before he finished that sentence, she had crossed the space between them and slipped her arms around his neck.  Her vision was blurring with tears as she pressed her naked body against his.  His arms encircled her and squeezed them together.  They ground their bodies together as they shared a deep kiss.

Abruptly, she broke off and stepped back from him.  She attempted to dislodge the tears from her eyes using only her fingers.  This is silly, she thought, I’ll see him in a week.  But she knew the circumstances under which they would meet again would find her a very changed person.  This was the last moment of their old relationship.

As her view cleared she noted that his cock had come to the party.

“Oh, look what I’ve done.”  She was trying to lighten up the situation but her voice was shaky.

Jared grabbed his stiff member and gave it a couple of confirming strokes.  He grinned.

“I guess he wants to say good-bye, too.”

Without further ceremony, Jared stepped up to his sister and inserted his cock head between the lips of her vulva.  As she stood still, he flexed his knees, the better to get under her, located her opening and pushed up.  Feeling her vagina yield to his thrust he smiled.

“He really likes you.”

She placed her hands on either of his biceps as he began a series of short strokes.  This was making her feel better.

“I can’t leave you two alone for a minute.  Get a room, will you?”

Her mother had returned shaking her head in mock disapproval.  Amy was suddenly conscious that they were standing by the street fucking in plain view.  This early on a Sunday morning, no one was around but still …

Jared pulled out of his sister and followed his slick, bobbing cock over to where his mother was standing.  In a few practiced moves his penis was inside his mother and she was leaning forward to share a kiss.  As the kiss progressed, he began thrusting into her.  Amy watched as her mother’s vacant gaze fixed on Jared’s face after the kiss broke.  She held that pose with her hands on his shoulders as her son began to fuck her with authority.  Several minutes later he stiffened and broke into several stuttering thrusts as he gasped out his climax. 

“You’re a mess,” Amy reproved with a smile a few minutes later when the PV had taken them out of sight of the sated Jared.

Her mother looked up from her crotch where she was mopping up the secretions of her pussy.  She smiled that dreamy sort of look a happily fucked woman has.

“… but in a good way,” was all she replied.

Amy opened her eyes at last.  She found herself face-to-face with Marvin who was smiling pointedly.  She returned the smile dreamily.

 “Somebody had a very naughty dream,” he smirked.  “You were so ready for cock this morning.”

She just continued smiling.  She had nothing to add.

“Good morning, my accomplished young sluts,” Mr. Yang smiled as he began the morning session.  “I call you that in all admiration for how vigorously you have been employing your pussies the past few days.  You deserve a lot of credit.  Therefore, bravo!”

He fetched his hands off his hips long enough to deliver several spirited clamps.  His perpetually half-hard cock twitched with his efforts.  His audience produced a few self-conscious smiles and titters, but otherwise did not seem to know what to make of his pronouncement.  Reflecting, Amy surmised that he must have been accessing the telemetry data as well. 

Abruptly, he stowed the smile, folded his arms and got down to business.

“But woman does not live by cock alone.  We need to talk about behaviors in the context of the broader scope daily living.  In between fucks you are committed nudists.  Exhibitionism is integral to nudism. As young, nude females you will always draw notice in public. You can’t avoid it.  But a committed female nudist doesn’t just make her body available for viewing, she exhibits it, she performs.  And she doesn’t stop at her body. She puts her sexuality out there, too.  She never separates her nudity from sex.  And finally, she actively exhibits.  She doesn’t perform aloof – on a stage – she invites the people around her to join her.  She flirts, she titillates and she fucks.”

Amy’s attention was sporadic.  Mr. Yang kept losing out to her recollections and anticipations.

After some hesitation, Amy had told Marvin over breakfast about her pending date with Luis.  His response was politely underwhelming.  He gave her a “good for you” that came across like “so why are you telling me this?”  Apparently, he considered her intended liaison too routine to be newsworthy.  On reflection she had to admit that considering the level of his sexual activity, an individual fuck that didn’t include him was like background noise.  Still, for some reason she had felt the need to inform him.  Did she feel as though he had a right to know when she took another as a sex partner?  Surely not.  He was just her ... What?

The door of the classroom opened, admitting a line of naked boys.  Amy’s mind came back to the present.  Upperclassmen again.  Some of the same guys as yesterday, but there were more – twice as many, as a matter of fact.

Mr. Yang left off his lecture and watched the procession.  When they were all assembled he looked satisfied.

“It’s about time, gentlemen.  Did you get lost?”

“Mack got dyslexic on us.  He got the room number backwards,” one of the boys offered with a grin.

There were some chuckles among the new arrivals, all of whose faces were wreathed in merriment.  Mr. Yang didn’t appear to see the humor of the situation.

“We’ve lost some time, gentlemen.  Let’s stow the smart talk and get down to business, shall we?”

He turned to the female audience.  The topic had apparently changed from the one he had used to temporize in the absence of his assistants.

“You’ll notice we have an improved situation over yesterday.  Since you’re all very accomplished in math you’ve noticed that male assistants today number exactly the same as you young ladies.  Each of you will have a partner of your very own.  No sharing.  You’ll see why this was necessary very shortly.”  Their counselor seemed intent on moving things along.

“Ladies, if you’ll be kind enough to step down and join the gentlemen ...” and as the girls alighted from their perches, he continued, “and pair off.  Gentlemen, please step forward and don’t be shy.”

There ensued a few moments of milling around, but finally each girl was standing beside a boy.  Amy’s partner came to her without hesitation as though it were pre-arranged.  His hand was on her vulva before Mr. Yang’s next instruction.

“Please get acquainted with your partner.”

The boy announced his name was Gil as his finger slipped inside Amy.  She belatedly grasped his cock as she disclosed her name to him.  He worked her cunt for a bit before concluding their introductions.  He had dark, kinky, close-cropped hair and deep brown eyes.  The white beads of his senior class necklace were a sharp contrast to his medium brown skin.  He was hardly taller than Amy, so his cock was at a convenient height for her to hold.  It made a satisfying handful.

Their counselor allowed the murmur to diminish somewhat before moving them on.

“Today’s sexercise is mutual masturbation.  Each of you knows how masturbate yourself – it was probably the first sex act you learned – but doing someone else is another matter.  Doing someone else while they’re doing you takes the process to another level still.”

Amy had no reason to dispute their counselor’s evaluation as she and Gil pursued their assignment a short time after Mr. Yang’s orientation.  As before, Jet had some insights to share.  How could that girl know so much and be our age?

After some trial-and-error (during which Gil wasn’t terribly helpful – apparently he was playing the role of sex dummy) they settled into a sitting position, facing each other with their legs interlocked.  Amy discovered that having her legs on top of his gave him the best access to her pussy.  Access to his cock was of course no problem.

Then there was the matter of getting the right balance of applied stimulation while avoiding producing irritating friction.  She concluded it was easier for him, since her cunt provided its own protective lubrication.  Her production proved ample enough for him to spread it externally in preparation for getting her clit involved.  With that convenience, he was having no trouble bringing her along. 

With her concentration under siege from the very efficient stimulation that Gil was providing, Amy struggled to apply the lessons imparted earlier.  For the purposes of this exercise, she was enjoined from licking or sucking the cock entrusted to her care.  Since salivary lubrication was not an option, dry methods had to be invoked. Gentle caressing was the ticket.  The rim of his cock head was the target of choice.  Let’s see ... fingers curled around cock ... light, repeated upward strokes.  Her arousal actually receded as she focused her attention on the task at hand (literally).

It was his turn to squirm.  She passed a thumb over his urethral opening.  Good reaction from that, but also ...yes! precum.  More stroking was indicated.  Subtly, she pressed a thumb along the path of his urethral bulge on her upward strokes.  She succeeded in milking more moisture from him.  Spreading it on the head and then below the rim, she felt confident about applying more pressure.

His cock responded with more drooling.  She was over the hump.  Her pumping of his appendage became more rapid.  His eye lids drooped as his arousal built.  The squeaky breaths ... no, wait.  She realized that noise was emanating from her.  Her legs were thrashing as she writhed under his hand job.  Fearing she wouldn’t finish him off before she herself went over, she redoubled her efforts.  Oh, come, come, come, she entreated him silently.

Her hand missed a stroke, then faltered altogether.  She felt the pressure building.  There was no stopping it.  The explosion of pleasure caused her to rock back.  He kept at her, causing subsequent waves.  For a long moment she was submerged in the orgasmic experience.  She lost track of most of her body.

But I still haven’t ...  She was leaning forward when she managed to reopen her eyes.  His cock was the first thing to present itself in her field of view.  It was still firmly in her grasp.  A rivulet of milky fluid was running over her thumb and down his shaft.  Did he...?  She heard his groaning before she saw the spatter of cum on her abdomen.  She concluded that was where his first spurt landed.  Afterward she would regret not having her eyes open for that event.  She realized that the arc of his ejaculate must have covered a quarter of a meter to land on her – an impressive feat.

She was still basking in the afterglow of Gil’s compliments when the session was dismissed.  Jet’s assignment to do the pairings for the 1300 session barely registered. 

She did take notice that it was George who departed with Mr. Yang.  Fran must have had her session yesterday afternoon.  That meant Indu would be on the menu for later today.  Mr. Yang was certainly plowing through the alphabet.  She smiled at her accidental wordplay.

Amy was more than a little curious to see what lay behind the title of her next orientation session: “Introduction to Nude Dancing.”  Like nearly every little girl, Amy had had a regular dance class that lasted from the time she was six until just after her eleventh birthday.  Although she was initially seduced by the prospect of becoming an accomplished solo performer, it gradually became apparent that her talents would not sustain that dream.  Still, dance had been included in her required phys ed program at various points in grade and middle school.  All of the classes had been conducted in the nude, so she wanted to see how this exercise could be considered an “introduction.” 

Indu was the only one of her cellmates present when Amy arrived.  The Indian girl was skillfully executing a few stretches that Amy recognized as ballet positions.  Ballet had enjoyed an amazing growth in popularity in the past decade or so.  The reason for this no doubt had a lot to do with the fact that it was now largely performed nude.  The notion had become prevalent that ballet was invented to display the nude human form.  This seemed entirely reasonable since the performance stretched and posed the body to its best viewing advantage.  That was in addition to the inherent sensuality suggested by the sinuous movements.

The resurgence of the art form’s popularity had spawned a spate of new works as well as the reinterpretation of the classics.  Both emphasized considerably more explicit erotic content.  Now it was not unusual for a male and female performer to couple on stage.  This had driven up the recruitment of young boys into the ranks of ballet dancers.  That type of career was no longer seen as effete or as the province of gay males, but rather of heterosexual stallions.  Indeed the exceptional ability to establish and sustain an erection while not only dancing, but repeatedly and gracefully inserting it into the cunt of one’s partner had elevated some male ballet stars into the ranks of the highest paid entertainers. 

Indu looked up and smiled at Amy.

“Hi, Amy.  Ready to show your moves?”

“Not as ready as you.  I’m gonna guess you’ve done this before.”

Indu’s smile became shy.

“If nine years of lessons and performing counts, yes, I guess you can say that.”

The room had filled with participants.  There was no seating, so all of the girls just milled around.  Two emulated Indu’s stretch routine as they chatted.  Finally, two girls with the white necklaces detached themselves from conversations with the freshmen and took adjacent positions in the center of the room. 

“Welcome, everyone, to the second most important seminar you’ll have this week,” a wholesome faced blonde with well-appointed tits began.  Her head continually swiveled to repeatedly sweep the whole room with her smile as she continued.

“I’m Marsha and this is ...”

“Tiffany,” her tall, leggy companion with the high tits and cheek bones injected.  The other girl’s smile was considerably more reserved.  It was framed by a pin-straight coppery-red bob that did not extend below her chin.  Her strikingly light eyes were made up to convey a cat-like quality.  On balance, Amy assessed her as both “beautiful” and “glamorous.”

“... and we’re gonna show you how to dance!”

Marsha glowed as though she had just sprung a wonderful surprise on her audience.  If she was expecting a commensurate response, she was disappointed.  She let the ensuing silence continue for a few beats.  Tiffany stowed her smile and folded her arms under her breasts.  Shifting her weight to one hip she regarded the assembly disapprovingly.  She managed to look fabulous doing it.

“They probably think they already know how to dance.”

Marsha looked tolerantly amused.

“They might think so, but they really don’t.  They don’t have the right attitude yet.”

It began to occur to Amy that she was witnessing another performance of Senior Theater.  This was a little skit cooked up to draw them out.

“They probably even think they know why we dance,” Tiffany added.

“We’ll see.  Okay, everyone, why do we dance?”

Amy pondered.  Why? She was playing catch up.  This was something she hadn’t devoted any thought to before this.

The hapless girl Marsha selected identified herself as Linda before she essayed a response.

“Well, for a lot of reasons.  I think you dance to express how you feel.”

Marsha prompted her victim for examples.  The girl tried to reconcile social dancing with her hypothesis but withered under the follow up questions.  At Tiffany’s insistence that it was hopeless, Marsha relented and turned back to the group.

“Do you ever dance alone?  I mean when there’s nobody else around – except for, maybe, practice?”

 No one offered anything.

“Then can I conclude that you only dance when you’re in a group of people dancing or a group of people watching you dance?  Is that right, Melissa?”

Something tingled in the back of Amy’s mind.

“Yeah, you only dance in a social, uh, thing,” the second girl opined tentatively.

“Uh huh, and therefore...?”

“You dance to be seen,” Amy heard herself say.  When both senior girls looked at her, she added, “You’re demonstrating ... you’re exhibiting.”

“Would another word for ‘demonstrate’ be ‘display?’” Marsha asked, her enthusiasm returning.

“Well, yes.”

Amy’s assent was slow because she was grappling with the concept just presented to her.   Of course, why dance if you’re not seen?  As she attempted to examine the various facets of her new-found revelation it seemed that her thoughts were pouring in real time from Tiffany’s mouth.  The taller girl had become reengaged.

“When you dance you’re usually showing something off.  Maybe you’re just showing that you’re sociable and engaged with the group because everyone else is dancing.  But then maybe you’re showing how good a dancer you are or maybe you’re dancing to get attention.  Like, maybe you’re dancing to show how sexy and desirable you are.”

Tiffany continued: “Did you ever notice that boys are much less inclined to want to dance than girls?”  She prompted her audience’s assenting nods by starting one of her own.  “Ever get the impression the only time they condescend to dance is when they want to get into our pussies?”  This time the nods required no prompting.  They were accompanied by a few wry smiles.

“Of course there are other differences between us and boys – behavioral differences, I mean.  We’re the ones that wear makeup, color our hair and really pay attention to our appearance.  And we do that why?  Because we all want to be noticed.  We all put on a display trying to get attention.  Dance is just another one of our displays.”

“And since you’re going to do it anyway, you may as well do it well,” Marsha declared.   “You’ll find that Farleigh takes female performance dance seriously.  You’ll never go through a year without one required dance class.  If you feel the need for more, there are plenty of elective classes.  And all of them have semester end recitals in front of an audience.”  She dimpled.  “So be kind to your feet.  They have a long way to take you.”

Tiffany didn’t allow a contemplative mood to develop.  She declared it was time to “get those feet moving.”

As it turned out, the class consisted being introduced to moves and steps from various types of dances.  As basic as the exercise was, Amy was apparently not the only one that found it challenging.  Their instructors insisted that each of them pay close attention to the component elements of each sequence and work to get each one just right.  In addition to the exacting technical demands, a few overarching principles were expounded.  “Showing some pink” – open stances and extended leg lifts that opened the cunt lips into view received repeated emphasis.  Tiffany discussed the importance of vaginal makeup.  Professionals always made up their pussies for better viewing. 

The session concluded with a period of open Q&A.  Yes, boys are required to take at least two dance classes.  It was explained that this is handy because it allows the girls to study dances that involve male interaction, including copulation and other sex acts.  Yes, there is an interscholastic competitive dance team at Farleigh.  Yes, the school enjoys a reputation for excellence in this area.

“That was fun,” Indu volunteered as they vacated the room.  Her glowing countenance made her remark unnecessary.  For a moment Amy’s contemplation of her imminent encounter with Luis was interrupted.  She concluded that Indu was energized by dance.  Nice to have something that excites you that much.

“So, do you think they have anything to teach you?” 

Amy decided to make polite conversation.  The response was prompt and effusive.

“Oh, yes.  I don’t begin to have the proficiency I’d like to have and they seem to do a lot of different styles here.  I’m looking forward to that, too.”

Her companion went on to express her hope that she could make the competitive squad.

“And the thing I’d really like to learn is fuck ballet.  That’s very cool stuff.  I went to see a performance live a few months ago and it was awesome.  I was over the moon when it was over.”

“Really?  What impressed you so much?”

“Well, there was the artistry – they moved like they were floating – but also the virtuosity – how they fucked while they were in motion was really impressive.  How the ballerina managed to do what she did while the guy – the cavalier – kept his cock in her seemed like magic.  And the way she responded to his thrusts – it was subtle but really apparent – and always in time to the music.  And he really did get off in her.  You could see his cum on her thigh as she curtsied at the end.  She came to the edge of the stage, ran her fingers over her pussy and showed the audience the semen on her fingers before she licked them off.  The audience just went wild.  She was really good.”

“That sounds amazing,” Amy conceded.

Indu nodded a smiling affirmation.

“My mom says she’ll have tickets for another fuck ballet for when I go home over Thanksgiving.  I’m living for that.”  She paused and then added on a more serious note, “My mom’s very cool that way.  She doesn’t buy into all of this nudity and free sex herself, but she always encouraged me to get involved in it.”

Amy’s interest was piqued. 

“You’re mom’s not a slut, but she encourages you to be?  That’s unusual.”  Amy assumed that every student here came from a very permissive background.

“Yeah, she’s been like that as long as I can remember.  On my first day of school I went naked like the other kids.  Mom and I walked in and greeted the naked teacher who was surrounded by other mothers – mostly naked – bringing in their kids and there was my mother in a business suit with not even cleavage showing.”

“Does she always wear clothes?”

“Pretty much.  I’ve been with her in places where she’s the only fully dressed person in the crowd.  She does go naked around the house and in places where clothes are absolutely not appropriate like at the beach.  And it’s not like she’s a prude.  She’s had her share of boyfriends and she’s naked when she’s in bed with them and she likes to fuck as much as anyone I know.  She just likes the way she looks in clothes.  It’s her personal style.

“But then there’s the flip side,” Indu continued.  “The only guys she dates are confirmed nudists.  So there she is, dressed to kill on the arm of a jaybird.  My dad is pretty much all nude, all the time.  They’ve just always been opposites like that.”

“Is she into the CFNM scene?”

“Well, kind of.  She’s not a dom or anything.  She just likes to be seen with and be around naked men.”

Amy didn’t have much time to ponder the variety of the home life experiences of her classmates. She was far too full of anticipation over her pending rendezvous with Luis.  She had tarried with Indu far too long.  In breaking it off, she had explained her urgency to her new confidant.  Indu graciously expressed complete understanding.

As she hurried, Amy was aware of her female parts once again.  She could feel her nipples prickling.  Her pussy was busily engorging and lubricating, judging from the signals it was sending.  She wondered if it were possible to go into orgasm on the basis of anticipation alone.

Luis was waiting at the shady spot on the lawn.  She liked the way his rigid cock slid up her abdomen as she slipped into his arms to tongue kiss.  When their mouths and bodies had worked together for a while, she felt him signal his desire to draw out.  When he did, she was excited to know that she was the object of the desire she saw on his face.

When one of his hands announced its presence between her thighs, she in turn grasped his cock.  It was hard and drooling, ready for use.  She waited for his verdict as his finger explored her pussy.  He apparently liked what he found.  He worked her cunt for a few moments.  She swayed unsteadily as he scored against her sensitive spots.

Touches were all she needed to understand that he wanted her on the ground.  He followed her as she complied.  She was tugging his cock continuously as she lay back.  He offered no resistance as she pulled his cock head to her entrance.  After a couple of wipes up and down her slit, she set his head.  He took it from there.

His entry strokes were not gentle.  That was entirely commensurate with the urgent manner in which she pulled him inside her using her legs.  She had waited long enough.  She wanted his cock now.  At that moment the only thing in the universe that mattered was her need to be full of him.

As she held her legs aloft and their crotches ground insistently together, he stretched out on her to bring his mouth to hers.  Their oral interaction was vigorous.  She felt as though he were trying to devour her.  She did her best to devour him back.

Somewhere in the midst of their eating eat other’s faces he began to fuck her.  His strokes were necessarily compact at first.   When that condition no longer suited his needs, he reclaimed his mouth, reared up and began to stroke her cunt with renewed authority.

She watched his face only long enough to assure herself of the seriousness of his intent: he would fuck her until he was satisfied.  Briefly, she hoped his climax would be exceptional.  She was in the mood for some serious male intensity.  Surrendering to the inevitable, she allowed her eyes to shutter as her body responded to his relentless invasion.  Her involuntary vocalizations became more frequent, mirroring the rise in her passion.

Arching her back, she attempted to pull him more deeply into her as she felt her orgasm approach.  She was unable to evaluate her success before her climax exploded from her pussy.  As her body alternately stiffened and writhed, she lost all sense of him except for the thick pole of his flesh around which her body gyrated.

He was pounding her with high frequency thrusts.  That was her conclusion when the intense pleasure began to recede.  Regaining some limb coordination, she urged him to still greater efforts.  She wanted him to pour all of his strength and energy into her. 

His breathing was the first thing to falter.  Her eyes opened in time to catch the progress of his facial expressions as he hitched twice and then breathlessly plunged into her.  When he did release his breath, the outflow carried a Spanish invocation of the Mother of God.  The root of his cock plowed against her unresisting labia as he furiously unleashed his stream of ejaculate. Another surge caused him to hold his breath again as he pressed against her with all his might.  After that, only gasps accompanied his jerky thrusts as he spiraled downward. 

His panting filled her ear as he collapsed on her.  Holding him and listening to his recovery gasps, she warmed with satisfaction.  She had withstood and brought off this intensely aroused male.  Her body had met his assault and absorbed his life force with smooth competence.  Even now, her genital cavity was processing their secretions, allowing his sperm to explore her womb as her facilitating fluids leaked from her around his retreating cock.  This had been a meeting of equals.  They had given to and taken from each other without any promise or obligation.  When they bodies disengaged, there would be no emotional residue.  For a moment she felt very grown up.

When his breathing returned to normal, he briefly covered her mouth with his again.  Once their tongues had interacted, he rolled off her and lay on his side, propped on a tucked-under elbow.  They were still touching.  His moist cock pressed against her hip.  She remained on her back, only turning her head in his direction.  His trailing hand remained on her, cupping her far breast.  He was in a serious mood.

“I don’t know what you were expecting from this date, but this wasn’t what I had in mind.”

She had been about to say something complimentary about his performance.  Not knowing what to make of his statement, she remained silent and waited for him to continue.  A vague worry that he wasn’t pleased with the way she fucked caused her pleased afterglow to wane.

“I mean, no reflection on your pussy.  You took my cock really well.  It felt great.  It’s just that I think I kind of romanticized around what was going to happen when we got together.  I thought we’d make something really amazing.  Instead, I came rushing down here with a raging hard-on and screwed you like a piece of meat.  And that’s all the more crazy because I was thinking about you the whole time I was fucking my roommate this morning.  She said that was the sweetest fuck I’d given her all week.”

When he paused seeming to puzzle over his problem, she felt compelled to rejoin.

“If it matters, I didn’t really know what to expect and I’m not disappointed.  As a matter of fact, that straight up, no-questions-asked fuck was a lot of fun.”  She laid her hand on his hand that rested on her.  She smiled as she felt inspiration bypass her analytical mind and go directly to her vocal chords.  “The way I see it, each fuck is a surprise present.  You open it with no idea what you’re going to get.  You might get something wonderful or something you’d rather not have.  The only way it can be made bad is by too much expectation.”

Luis blinked at her.  Then he smiled.  There was no mistaking the dawning.

“That’s a hell of a great attitude.  I never looked at it that way.”

She avoided mentioning that neither had she until that moment.  She managed to defeat the pleased smile that was demanding to be let out in order to maintain a demeanor more in keeping with her Solomon-like pronouncement.

“In a way,” he continued thoughtfully, “I guess my roommate got the fuck I was planning to give you – the slow, romantic love-fuck.”

“Well, in a way, you did give it to me.  I was the one you were thinking about, so in your mind I was really the one you were fucking.”  She finally allowed that smile out.  “Thank you for that lovely fuck.”

The look in his eye let her know he was going for the kiss before he actually leaned over her for it.  Their mouths worked together slowly for a long time.  He kneaded her breast for the whole duration.  He followed up by sucking each of her nipples in turn.  It was a nice interlude.  She took it as a sign of appreciation.

By the time she had regained the building, bid Luis goodbye and found the hyg, Amy’s cunt discharge had run down her inner thigh past her knee.  She reflected that they had been unusually productive.  There was no doubt that she had been exceptionally aroused and her partner had seemed highly motivated.  She wondered whether fluid production was indicative of the level of passion that was achieved.

As she dried off she exchanged pleasantries with a girl she remembered from dance.  The latter who had obviously been recently fucked as well offered an observation about the need to “wash the man out” of her.  Amy faked an appreciative laugh.  Fortunately, the girl did not indicate she wanted to get into a prolonged conversation.  Amy was anxious to grab a few minutes for her journal before lunch.  Her head was buzzing with prose.

She took a quick look at her com traffic.  Her girlfriends from back home were sending her newsy text.  She read it but couldn’t think of a thing to say in reply.  Already that part of her life seemed to be receding.  She felt momentarily sad.

The journal entry she dictated in the library stall included a synopsis of her fuck date with Luis followed by a rendition of her philosophical insights.  The first pass seemed rather thin.  She sat staring at the period at the end of her last sentence for a while.  Backing up, she modified her wording.  Then she added a sentence.  Another followed.  A couple of new paragraphs had blossomed when her com chirped.  She knew what it was before she linked.

“Coming to lunch?”  Marvin’s brow was knitted quizzically.

“Oh, jeeze.  What time is it?”  She didn’t wait for an answer.  “I’ll be there in a couple of seconds.”

She collapsed her display, grateful to the prompt for reminding her to save her work.  She started off in a jog before reining herself in.  It was only lunch, after all.  Get a grip.  Dismissing her panic allowed her mind the leisure to fill with anticipation of seeing Marvin.  He didn’t disappoint.  He was waiting outside the cafeteria – alone.  Pleased, she had no problem putting everything into her tongue touch and cock grip.

His face registered approval of her enthusiasm as he looped an arm around her waist and guided her inside.  As they carried their selections to the table populated by the usual lunch crowd, Amy noticed that his cock retained a constant half-hard state.  She found herself acutely aware of it.

Marvin eschewed the center of the crowd for two seats at the end of the table.  His interaction with the attendees was brief and muted.  He seemed preoccupied.

“So, how was your date?”

His question caught her by surprise.

“Good.”  Then she considered.  “Wonderful, actually.  We really got it on.”

He nodded and returned his attention to his plate.  There was something not typical about his behavior.

“So how was your morning?”

He shrugged as he glanced up and down again.

“Okay.  I had cockitude training and then fucked a girl from volleyball.”

A fork in the conversational road.  Which way?

“Who did you fuck?”

He mentioned a name she recognized.  Unprompted he volunteered that he had set up that date the previous day.  At Amy’s question, he rated the experience “good, but nothing special.”  He seemed disinclined to discuss it further.  He wasn’t making it easy to sustain conversation.  She tried a new tack.

“I thought your little guy was looking brighter.  How did you do in the training?”

Immediately, he perked up.  Like Scott, he was awed by what he was shown.  After filing a glowing report, he stated that he was resolved to get good at the techniques.  He was practicing as they spoke.

“Isn’t it distracting?”

“Yeah, but I’m guessing that it’s that way only at first.  After a while it should be second nature like remembering to stand up straight.”  He grinned for the first time.  “No pun intended.”

“Or no pud intended?”

She was grateful for the renewed grin.  He had such a nice smile.  But it didn’t persist.  He dropped his eyes for a moment before returning to her face.

“I can’t put my finger on it, but for some reason I was bothered by the fact that you had that date.  Not at first, but I had a problem getting it out of my head.  I’m afraid that girl I fucked this morning got less than my best because that was nagging at me.”

For the second time today, she remained, uncertain of what to say to a boy that had just confessed misgivings about his behavior.  More input was required.

“It hasn’t ever bothered you before when some other guy fucked me, has it?”

He didn’t hesitate.

“No.  That’s the crazy thing.  Why should it matter to me this time?  Why should I suddenly care?”

“I’ve tried not to care about who you’re fucking, but there have been times that I have,” she confided.  She paused for a breath as she made the decision to plunge on.  “I was ashamed of feeling that way because I was being possessive about something I didn’t own – namely you.”

She drew up sharply.  Now she was embarrassed.  He stared at her for a moment.

“I’m done.  Do you want to go somewhere so we can talk without so many people?”

As she cleared off her spot and preceded him to the exit, it occurred to her how un-Marvin this was.  That made her apprehensive.  Then she looked at his half-hard cock again.  That gave her inspiration.

He steered her to a seat in front of a bank of windows. 

“Do you want to have a really serious talk?” she asked quietly.

He missed a beat.

“Uh, yeah.  Sure. Absolutely.”

“Then let’s do this right.  You sit.”

Visibly puzzled, he complied.  She straddled his legs and sat.  His cock was touching her mons.  She took it in one hand and began to massage it.  Their eyes met and he read her intent.  His finger went into her cunt.  He was hard in a moment.

She rose up on her knees.  He reclined slightly against the seat back.  She positioned his cock and then lowered herself onto it.  In a few pumps she had him completely inside her.  That accomplished, they both rocked a bit to make sure their crotches were fully seated.

Satisfied with the preparations, she decided to start.  Her heavy breathing made talking a little bit of challenge.

“Do you think these feelings we’re having are wrong?”

He came out of his incipient daze.

“Which feelings?  Possessiveness?  Or jealousy?”

He’d used the J-word.  Up until this point she’d tried to avoid thinking about that.  Somehow it seemed wrong to resent a partner’s having sex with others.  It was selfish. She was sure of that.  She was equally sure that was a serious character flaw.  Jealousy was to be avoided.

Her voice was breathy with worry.

“Do you think that’s what’s going on here?  Jealousy?”

“I think that’s what’s trying to go on here.  The question is whether it will get a foothold and then take us over.  If that happens, you get all kinds of resentment, hurt feelings and anger.  It’s a real possibility.”

As worrisome as that was, something else occurred to her.

“On the flip side, you can only feel jealousy about a person you really care about.  Isn’t this a hazard of caring?”

His answer was slow as though he were analyzing her point.

“Or maybe caring the wrong way.”  He picked his way carefully.  “The way I learned it is that only the selfish can feel jealous.  If you really care about a person, you’d want the best for them.  In this case, you’d want that person to be able to experience all kinds of sex with all kinds of people.”

“And then you’d have a richer relationship with them when they bring that experience to bed,” she continued his thought by way of affirmation.  She noticed that she was involuntarily wriggling on his embedded erection.  Her body was sending subliminal signals that it had recognized the presence of a hard cock in her pussy.  It wanted to process the invader in the usual manner.  She resolutely denied the request.

“But,” she continued, “isn’t that bucking nature?  Don’t people want the security of an exclusive relationship?”

Marvin looked wary as he framed his reply. 

“I’ve always thought of that as a girl instinct; that guys were naturally non-exclusive and always looking for new pussy.  But I have to admit that I’m a guy who seems to be showing signs of expecting exclusive rights.  That’s why I’m doubly bothered by what I’m feeling.”

“While you’re nailing every cunt that will hold still long enough for you to get your cock in.”

“Touché.  Double standard.”

She was finding it really difficult to hold still.  Her cunt was producing lubricant freely in anticipation of need.  Her cunt muscles had flexed a couple of times around his cock.  She steadied herself by placing her hands on his shoulders.  She wanted to get through this.

“So what’s the right way to deal with feelings like these?” she posed.  “It seems to me that just suppressing them can be dangerous.  If you keep avoiding feeling, gradually you’ll have no feelings.”

“You’ve probably got a point, but I don’t know that it’s all that dire.  It seems to me that this feeling has come and gone with both of us.  We haven’t felt it every time one of us makes another hook-up.  I’m thinking that each episode should be dealt with as it comes.  You – or I mean everybody – should analyze why you feel jealous and decide what – if anything – you’re going to do about it.  I think it’s a case-by-case thing.  And I’ve come to the conclusion that’s what I’ve got to do now.”

That seemed to close the door on the discussion.  As he concluded, he put his hands on either of her tits and suggestively thumbed her nipples.  His expression was expectant.  She felt his cock twitch inside her.  She concurred.

As she began to pump on his cock, she momentarily reflected how simply a boy and girl communicate their needs to each other when they are coupled.  She slid up and down his shaft easily, feeling it tease the interior of her cunt.  He kept her nipples busy.  She paused at one point as he leaned forward to suck each of them in turn.  She rewarded his effort by leaning over to nibble his ear.

Her eyes were closed and her breathing was coming in gasps when she reached her maximum tempo.  His hands were now on her hips, allowing her tits to bob freely.  Subliminally, she realized her stamina was being challenged.  She needed to bring him off even if she failed to get over herself.  Still, she was well on her way. 

When he bucked and thrust upward she was still shy of her climax.  Nevertheless, she allowed herself to be stilled while he completed the task of inseminating her.  Watching his face, hearing his gasps and feeling his cock move within her conferred the satisfaction of a job well done.  No doubt, it wasn’t as good as an orgasm, but it wasn’t a totally bad bargain.

As she waited for him to recover, Amy sat back, keeping him inside her.  Aware that people were milling around them, she made a show of fluffing and arranging her hair, hoping to appear nonchalant.  She glanced around to find a few students checking them out, but most understandably paid no heed to a couple fucking – ‘way too commonplace.

“Hi, Amy.”

Amy whipped her head around toward the familiar voice.  Saree stood grinning at her with her arm draped around the waist of a pleasant-looking boy with longish blond hair.  His cock was half up, apparently approving of what he saw.  His inboard arm was out of sight behind Saree, apparently cupping the girl’s ass.

Amy grinned easily as she returned her cellmate’s greeting.  The approving looks she was garnering from the pair ratcheted up her feeling of satisfaction.

“Have you met Logan, my roommate?”

“Uh, no.  Hi, Logan.” 

Amy thought of reaching for his cock, but since her cunt wasn’t available for reciprocal activity, she decided to let it go with a smile.  Logan’s smile was more than up to the task.  His eyes were nice, too.

“Have you met my roommate, Marvin?”  Amy asked, trying to do the polite thing now that her partner was showing signs of reengaging.  To her surprise, Saree beamed a smile at Marvin.

“Oh, yes, I’ve had the pleasure ... and so has he.”

Her meaning dawned on Amy as she saw a sly smile creep across Marvin’s visage.  She didn’t have to wait long for confirmation.

“Your roommate and I had a little interlude on Monday.  He certainly is smooth talker.  He had me on my back and pinned with his cock while I thought we were still getting acquainted.”

Judging from her demeanor as she related that information, Saree didn’t seem the least bit disapproving of the encounter.

Making a stab at casualness, Amy tried something along the line of “In that case, I guess we’re all acquainted.”   Noting that Marvin’s cock was no longer in her, she added that it was nearly time for their next period and that she’d better get cleaned up.  With that, she vacated his lap and turned in the direction of the hyg.  She needed to pull her thoughts together.

Marvin was on her trail.  He pulled abreast.  He regarded her with concern for a moment before speaking.

“Is everything okay?” 

She glanced at his face quickly.  She forced her mind to break through the wall of emotion that had risen up and into the realm of reason that lay beyond.

“Yeah, yeah.  I just got surprised for a minute.  Nothing’s really wrong.”

She fell silent for a few moments while she worked the bidet.  Marvin hovered silently.  That was right wasn’t it? If it is, why am I ... upset?  Finally she acknowledged him with a steady look.  The knot in the pit of her stomach had receded a bit.

“I think what I’m struggling with is that Saree’s one of my best friends and you’re my bedmate and you two made it and I didn’t know anything about it.  I guess I just felt left out.”

“I didn’t think it was any big deal.  Actually, I didn’t know about you and her or I’d have mentioned something.”

“You’re right.  It is no big deal.  I gotta stop being silly.”

Concluding her ablutions, she decided she didn’t need to dry.  That settled, she decided to try to defuse the situation with a smile.  She was moderately successful mounting the smile, but didn’t get him to join in immediately.  Words needed to be found.

“No harm, no foul.  Right?”

“You sure?”  He was wary.

She stepped forward and laid one hand on his shoulder.  The other claimed his cock.  It was crusty from her dried secretions. 

“I’m sure,” she whispered as she put her face up to his.

He waited for her to put her mouth on his and slip in her tongue before he moved to respond.  His arms went around her and pressed her to him. She released his cock in time and put both hands to work running over his back as they ground their bodies together.

“So we’re good?” she asked when they separated some minutes later.  She was finding it easy to smile now.

“We’re very good,” he grinned.

She looked at his stiff cock that was pointing at her mid section.

“Uh ...”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said.  “We need to make tracks to our next session.”

Amy recognized Scott standing just outside the meeting area as she sprinted up.  She was definitely glad to see him.  Apparently, the feeling was mutual.  The attitude of his cock was reassuring.  After the tension of last night after dinner, she was gratified by that.

“Saree said you were running late,” he offered by way of greeting.

She slipped a hand into his and gave him a very appreciative smile. 

“Well, I’m here now.”

As they entered the meeting area, Luis took amused notice of their arrival and then got to his feet. 

“Senorita Bodette, por favor.”

Jet managed to put on a show in the process of gaining her feet.  Setting her legs well apart so that her clit was prominent, she consulted her tablet with a flourish.  Amy concluded that Jet probably had the most developed clit of any of her classmates that she’d seen so far.  On further inspection, she concluded that the blond girl’s vulva was engorged.  Recent sex or anticipation?  Either way, Jet was always “on.”

“The pairings for this afternoon’s festivities are as follows:  Amy and Scott ...” She paused to glance at them over the top of her tablet before continuing with the list.

What luck!  Or was it? What did that look mean? Did somebody fix something?  Have people noticed?  When she saw that Scott’s eyebrows were arched in pleased surprise as he turned toward her, further consideration of conspiracy theories evaporated.   Sometimes nice things just happen to nice people.

When Jet concluded her litany, Luis resumed his MC role.

“All right, ladies and gentlemen, before we get to enjoy each other’s bodies we have to exercise our minds.  The discussion proposition is:  Is marriage still relevant?  Who wants to start?”

“No, it isn’t.”  Jet grinned as she promptly registered her vote.  Amy wondered if that was a sincere opinion or just a challenge to the group. 

“I don’t think it’s as simple as that,” Rashid drawled.  He was sitting beside his assigned partner for session, Francesca.  He continued easily.  “It was never anything but score keeping anyway.  It is a legal pact so that people have property rights.  Probably as far back as when our ancestors were camped out on the savannah gnawing on a gazelle haunch it was an arrangement that was recognized and regulated by the group.  It was later when we got civilized that it got ‘sanctified’ and was formalized in a religious setting in most cultures.   But it always had legal standing even in the absence of religion.”

He drew steady looks, but no one seemed inclined to challenge his point.  Not letting the mood persist, Brian waded in.

“But what’s that got to do with its relevance?  Connect the dots for us dumb guys.”

“I’m saying as long as people have kids and property has to be distributed among heirs, marriage has a role to play in society.”

“But we’ve gotten well beyond the old, one-man-one-woman model these days.”  It was Elle who spoke up next.  She was leaning back propped on her arms next to Brad.  “States have abolished bigamy laws and most recognize polygamy, polyandry and polyamory.  Not to mention gay marriages.”

“Right, and they’re all legal arrangements.  That gives the framework for sorting out who gets what.”

Serena arched a skeptical eyebrow.

“But there are so many people these days who don’t get married formally.  It seems to me that we’re coping with them just fine.”

“It’s relative what passes for ‘fine.’  If you think keeping a lot of lawyers busy when those couples break up is okay, then, yeah, it’s fine.”

“So what you’re saying is that by rejecting traditional marriage, we’ve just made things disorderly?” asked Luis.

“I think we have,” Francesca said.  “In our family practically everyone is married and for the most part stays married – all my cousins, aunts and uncles – everybody.”

 Brian spoke for the rest when he expressed his incredulity.  Francesca stood her ground.

“No, really.  Of course, we’re all Catholic.”

Francesca followed that disclosure with a shrug as though that explained everything.

“Last I heard Catholics get divorced as much as anybody,” Brad observed.  “You guys must be a lot more than just Catholic.”

“Well,” Francesca conceded, “we are a close-knit Italian family, so we kind of keep it among ourselves.”

“Keep what?” Brian insisted.  “Is this in code?”

“The fucking around.  We keep it in the family.  My relatives mostly swap mates among ourselves.  We don’t take it on the road much.  Maybe when somebody goes on vacation or something, but mostly we fuck each other.”  She knitted a patient eyebrow at Brian.  “Okay now?”

“Very handy,” Luis conceded.  His admiration was obvious.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good arrangement, but not everybody can put that together.”  Rashid was rolling again.  “The rest of the world is still stuck with various and sundry messy affairs.”

“So are you saying everybody should be married?”  Serena persisted.

“In the ideal, yeah, but the problem is that the marriage contract needs to be updated before more people will buy into it.”  It was Rashid’s turn to look cryptic.

“If I say ‘pretty please with sugar on’ will you tell me where you’re going with this?”  Serena was looking somewhere between intrigued and exasperated.  That provoked a grin from Rashid.

“I think the idea that a marriage is a marriage until it’s dissolved by legal action is ‘way too cumbersome.  We ought to have fixed term marriages, so the vows expire after a certain amount of time – say, five years or something.”

“So on your fifth anniversary, you just bid sayonara and walk out the door?”  Serena’s disapproval was obvious.  Some of the other girls furrowed their brows as well.

“It obviously can’t be that simple,” Luis affirmed.  “The T&Cs would have to be spelled out in advance in a written agreement.”

“Like a contract,” Elle nodded.  “A pre-nup.”

“How romantic.”  Serena’s observation dripped with sarcasm.

“Actually, that’s not that weird.”  Tovah spoke up.  “In traditional Jewish practice, all weddings are preceded by a signed marriage contract.  They make a big production of composing it in calligraphy on parchment and stuff.”

“As a matter of fact, that’s more common than not,” Rashid agreed with a vigorous nod.  “I wish I had a buck for every culture that frames a marriage contract in terms of how many goats or measures of grain are included in the bride price or the dowry.  It’s just the poor Christian Europeans that made marriage such a casual process.  And that’s our legacy.  European aristocrats with money and property on the line always took marriage arrangements very seriously.  Of course, they stayed in Europe.”

“So let me get this straight: limited term contractual marriage is what you’re advocating.”  Serena fixed Rashid with a challenging scowl.

“Well, if you add ‘variable’ and ‘renewable’ to the descriptors, you’ve about got it right.”

“So you can opt for the 10 year term instead of the five?”  Elle asked.

“Or five years with an automatic renewal option for another five.”  Luis was getting into the spirit of Rashid’s proposal.

“But if there are kids, it automatically becomes, say, a minimum 18 year commitment based on the youngest one.”  Rashid offered.

“And this is better, how?”  Jet had been following the exchange with silent disapproval.  “It sounds crazy complicated to me.”

“I gotta get behind that,” George said.  “As soon as you try to make a rule, you have to make more rules to cover the special cases and the eventualities.  Then you’ve got to close the loopholes.  By the time you’re done you’ve just created a lot more lawyering opportunities.”

Heads started to bob in agreement.

“I’m not saying everybody has to do this, I’m just saying that we need more options for the people who want to formalize their relationship.”  Rashid was on the defensive.

“I think I like the idea of winging it,” Indu offered.  “I like the idea of spontaneity and romance, which is where I think Serena was coming from.  Do it for as long as it feels right and then stop when it doesn’t.”

“I can see both sides of that,” Elle said thoughtfully.  Then she smiled wanly.  “I think I’ll probably wind up doing it Indu’s way the first time and Rashid’s the second.”

No one seemed to want to rejoin on that.  Luis let the silence persist for a while and then announced that they were “probably” done.  He invited everyone to get on with the sexercise.

Amy and Scott faced each other.  They broke into simultaneous self-conscious grins.

“Let’s see if we can make this work,” Amy murmured as she crept to her partner.

She assumed the leg-overlap position she found the most efficacious in the morning session.  Scott concentrated on the proceedings but seemed uncertain of her intention and his role.  Finally satisfied with the arrangement, she signaled her readiness by taking his cock.  She paused with an expectant attitude to wait for his response.  He hesitated only a moment before he reached for her pussy.

At first they worked each other’s genitalia tentatively.  He concentrated on spreading her moisture over the entire zone of interest before he engaged her clit.  Once fully operational, he proceeded with a simultaneous finger fuck and clit thrum.  She was induced to squirm as she attempted to establish a stroking rhythm on his cock.  He cooperated by getting nice and hard practically at her first touch.

She was finding the process tedious.  Her arousal was making itself felt, but fulfillment seemed a distant objective.

“I wish we could just fuck,” she gasped as he continued to stimulate her.

“Discipline, discipline,” he chided with a tight smile.  Apparently he was feeling the arousal as well.

“This would be so much easier if I could just blow you first,” she persisted, her breathing becoming more ragged.  Sexual excitement was radiating from below out to her limbs.

“You’re ... doing ... fine.”  The strain was evident not only in his face and voice but also in the way he jerked under her as he involuntarily attempted pelvic thrusts.

His cock had begun leaking.  Desperately, she tried cupping his balls with her other hand.  It required her to lean forward a bit, crimping his access to her pussy, but he seemed to adjust.  The descending haze of passion was relieving her of the need to worry about the adequacy of her efforts.  What her hands were doing receded from the foreground of her attention.  They went about their business without regard to her situation. 

Spiking passion was ramping her body up toward orgasm.  But repeatedly, just as she seemed on the verge of climax, she would lose ground and her arousal would recede.  She had to make an end to her torment.  With no real control over her personal situation, she took charge of what she could control.  Marshalling her concentration she focused on bringing her partner over.  The rim.  The rim of his cock head.  Concentrate on that.

He jerked more violently as the top of her curled fingers caressed his rim with repeated upward strokes.  She could feel his climax building as his eyes squeezed shut.  Oh, oh, he’s almost there, she thought.  She redoubled her efforts only to be arrested by the eruption.  She squeaked and gasped in her moment of triumph, thrashing her legs for good measure.  She was sure he was coming but her visual feedback saw no ejaculate.  That was when she realized it was her own orgasm she was feeling.  As her body continued to shudder in response to repeated pulses of pleasure, she finally registered the sight of his erect cock fountaining white globules.  It was some moments later that she accepted the input and concluded that she had indeed brought him off. 

They sagged toward each other as they came down.  Her forehead came to rest on his shoulder as Scott’s chin over hung hers.   Dimly she realized that she was still holding his softening cock in her semen-coated hand.  Unable to act on this discovery, she defaulted to maintaining her grip as she waited for her panting to catch up with her body’s oxygen needs.

In the meantime, she reviewed what had happened during the sexercise.   Somewhere along the line she had had an identity crisis, momentarily unable to distinguish between “self” and “other” in the vortex of passion they had generated.  She wondered if that could only have happened with someone she liked as much as Scott.  Certainly she had had sex with males that she was emotionally invested in – that she loved – but this was a unique experience.  It occurred to her that there were dimensions to sex that she had yet to discover.

Scott was nuzzling her neck when she began making her attempt at verticality.  In the process, she rolled her face toward his.  At some point in the transit, their mouths came into proximity.  They paused to take advantage of that development.  In no hurry, they allowed their oral congress to explore the full range of possibilities.  Scott’s cock twitched in her fist.

A battlefield.  That was the comparison that flitted through her mind as she swiveled her head to survey her cellmates.  Naked bodies were sprawled haphazardly in random directions and attitudes as their owners took their leisure in the aftermath of their sexual activities.  She smiled at the thought that an explosion of love and hate can both leave the same residue in their wakes.

“What’s funny?”

“Uh, nothing really.  It was just a weird thought that wasn’t so funny after all.”

Scott let it go.  They were seated facing each other, he upright, she back on her arms.  Both their legs were extended displaying the condition of their genitalia.  She checked out his lulling cock.  He apparently picked up on her scrutiny.

“The little guy is not at his best right now, is he?” he asked with a grin.

She felt slightly self-conscious at being caught, but resolved not to show it.

“I have to admit that I think he looks better when he’s standing tall,” she grinned back.  “But used cunts aren’t exactly fine art, either.”

“I guess not, but speaking for myself, I do enjoy getting them into that state.”

He seemed to concentrate for a moment and then murmured, “Let’s see if we can get his attention.”

As his gaze became unfocused, his cock caught her eye.  It twitched and then slowly started to roll over as it seemed to gain firmness.  She watched the process with fascination.  Then she realized that Scott was watching her, a slight smile playing on his concentration-compressed visage.

When his cock lifted off into a half-hard state, he smiled broadly.

“You did all that deliberately?”  Her voice was quiet with incredulity.

His smile remained in place while he nodded.

“Cockatude in practice.  That is, I’ve been practicing.”

She considered.

“Do you have to think dirty to get that to happen?”

He shook his head.

“Actually, that’s pretty hit or miss.  In Cockatude it’s a matter of concentrating on what you want to have happen and visualizing the result.  Now that I think of it, it’s probably like moving a muscle except in slow motion.”

“So, any guy who knows how to do this can bring it on any time?”  At his nod of affirmation she added, “Then when Mr. Yang stands up in our session with his cock half hard, it’s not because he’s looking at ten tender young pussies open in front of him, it’s because he’s chosen to put on that kind of display.”

“Probably so,” Scott agreed.  Then he caught her drift.  “Did that burst your ‘pussy power’ bubble?”

She smiled self-consciously and inclined her head in a slight nod.  His smile widened.

“I have to admit that the stereotype that guys are all about sex is generally true.  But you gotta figure that for a guy like Yang who probably sees and does more pussy than any half-dozen normal guys, looking at you girls might be about as motivating as staring at a blank wall.  He’s got to have something else going on.”

“He told me there were chemicals involved,” she confided.

He shrugged.

“Maybe that, too.  When he’s in the blocks, he has to perform for the ladies.  Pure mental power may not be enough.  I’m guessing that a guy who does what he does for a living has a regime that the rest of us can’t imagine.”  Scott shook his head in admiration.  “Just generating that much spunk at his age is awesome.”

A thought crossed Amy’s mind.

“You know, now that you mention it, the faculty all seems pretty young.  I wouldn’t guess any of them at more than 40.”

“I tend to agree, but I’d hold that thought until we see the rest of the faculty when the upperclassmen come back.  They may just skew the younger teachers toward the freshmen where they have to fuck more.”  His smile returned as he added, “Maybe when the likes of Mr. Yang get to a certain age they get booted upstairs to teaching seniors.”

They found each other’s hands as they walked back to the building.  She stole repeated glances at his fat, bobbing cock as it proudly pointed their way.  Some undefined feelings of well-being buoyed her.  It seemed so “right” to be walking along side a boy who displayed his maleness so unabashedly.  He caught on to her attention to his genitals.  He squeezed her hand approvingly as they exchanged silent smiles.

They occupied adjacent booths in the library after he seconded her declared need to work on her journal.  Amy was extremely aware of the time as she worked.  She was resolved to be early for volleyball practice.  Consequently, when her nearly minute-by-minute time check showed a little more than 10 minutes to go, she concluded her writing hurriedly.   She managed to linger long enough to put some feeling into her tongue touch with Scott before setting off.

Amy was shoeless and well stretched by the time the Mr. Cochrane surveyed the sidelines for freshmen to put into the matches.  Amy was in the first wave.  She had been nearly the first of her class to arrive, so she began to correlate cause and effect.  Marvin and Ally entered with her, both on the other side of the net.

Amy got no touches on the ball for the first two rotations.  Finally, she was on the front row in the corner.  Opposite her was Marvin.  Only the slightest curling of his lips accompanied the quick eye contact he made with her.  She got the message: this was business.

Her side served.  Two volleys later, the set popped to Marvin.  He made a jump feign and she moved with him.  She waved ineffectively on the way down as his spike hit the ground beside her.  The serve had broken on her, courtesy of Marvin.  When their eyes met, he was wearing the same almost smile.

“Nice move,” she said neutrally.

“Thanks,” he responded with an equal lack of emotion.

Marvin’s side broke on the first serve.  Amy moved a space.  She was then front center.  Marvin was middle row on the sideline to her left.   She took the set on the first return but her shot was too soft.  The other side returned.  As her side set up the return, the spike fell to her.  She had observed that the senior boy opposite her was tall and very good at snuffing spikes.  When she went up to meet the set, he was right with her.  Instead of trying to jam the ball down his throat, she drove it to the left and down.  She saw it hit the ground at Marvin’s feet before she touched down again.  He never got a chance to move.

Marvin made a show of groaning, then grinning broadly with embarrassment as he retrieved the ball, shook his head and popped it back over the net.  Then he looked at her.

“Nice job,” he mouthed.  She was very gratified.

As they gathered for the after-practice session, she lingered.  Marvin came up to her and put his face in for a tongue touch.  When he tried to pull back after the initial encounter, she grabbed him by the back of the neck.  Their mouths meshed as she thrust her tongue vigorously into him.  When she did let him go, they were both grinning.  She noticed her nipples were very tight.  She found him very appealing right that moment.  Mutual respect was a nice thing, she decided.

She sought a place in the grass up front near the coach.  He watched her approach. 

“Heads up move out there today,” he told her with an affirming nod.  “You played that just right.”

She thanked him very modestly and caught herself before she could follow on with some self-effacing comment about how she just got lucky.  There’s a limit to how much humility one should show.

She pointedly took a seat on the grass where she could set up with her legs apart and her pussy facing the coach.  This time she planted her feet with her knees raised and leaned forward with her forearms draped over her knee caps.  She thought she might look suitably “butch,” as befits a strong competitor.  He appeared to take no notice during his concluding remarks.  He did look directly at her when he announced her shower partner.  It was the boy she had beaten on the jump shot.  Was Mr. Cochrane suppressing a smile right then?

Mick was a two meter tall column of lean muscle.  He wore his non-descript brown hair unbecomingly long and unkempt.  That, combined with his steady gaze and apparent aversion to smiling, made him a somewhat intimidating in Amy’s mind.  His cock was well in proportion to his lofty stature.  She noted with interest that it was half hard and apparently on the rise as he approached her.  What is it about these volleyball guys that they’re all hung like whales? she wondered, remembering Jamal.

“Hi,” he offered matter-of-factly as he placed a huge hand on her shoulder, apparently indicating that they should be underway.  When she had matched his laconic greeting with one of her own, he added, “Great move out there.  I totally underestimated you.”

She was watching his nearly hard cock bob in front of them from the corner of her eye.  That image helped shape her reply.

“I hope there’re no hard feelings ... I’m mean, since you’re about to fuck me.”

“Nah, no problem at all.  You did good to keep me on my toes.  The only thing hard about me right now is this.”  With that, he grasped his shaft. 

She took that as an invitation to look openly at his impressive member.  Since she’d confronted a few of these out-sized cocks in the past few days, this one gave her no concern.  Her hand followed her gaze, so he relinquished his phallus to her care.  She pretended to test its firmness.

“I’d say that this is as much hardness as anybody needs.”

He snorted in apparent appreciation.  Amy concluded that was as close to an approving chuckle as she was likely to get.

She maintained her grip until they were under the shower.  He began to run his hands over her, checking out her ass, her tits and finally her cunt.  She cupped his balls before asking if he would like her to suck his cock.  He declined her offer “unless she wanted to.”  Since she detected that he wanted to get on with the process of fucking her, she made no further suggestions.

He worked her cunt slowly with surprising finesse.  She felt her arousal picking up as evidenced by her increased pulse rate and breathing.  Her eyelids were beginning to droop and she was swaying unsteadily when he relented and took a two-handed grip on her buttocks with obvious intent. 

The ease with which he lifted her off her feet did not surprise her.  However, she had no time to marvel at his strength, being immediately occupied with placing a stabilizing hand on his shoulder while she lifted and wrapped her legs around him.  Through all that, she maintained possession of his cock.  As soon as she had it placed at her entrance, he started to lower her onto it.  He rocked his pelvis repeatedly as he penetrated her with practiced efficiency.  He elicited more than one gasp from her as he completed the process.

Her arms tightly encircling his neck, she waited for him to back her to the wall to brace her for his onslaught. 

“Use your arms on my shoulders to push yourself up.”   His whisper was almost a growl.  “I’ll help you.”

Anxious not to displease him, she pushed her body upward, sliding up his cock.  It was surprising easy to accomplish since he was assisting her by using his hands under her buttocks to lift her.  The sensation generated by her clit’s sliding over the back of his large cock was very exciting.  She let her legs droop behind him as she went for a second rep.  Better still.

As their mutual need increased, so did the pace of their thrusting.  His face was set with the intensity of his effort as his heavy breathing rasped in and out through parted lips.  The effort required from her seemed to diminish as the tryst continued.  He was doing nearly all the work.  Inspired, she began to add twists to her strokes.  Her hot spots rewarded her with heightened sexual excitement.  She urgently wanted to get off.

When the orgasm announced itself, she tried to stroke through it.  She failed, halting abruptly to clutch him tightly with all four limbs as she squealed in response to the intense pleasure. 

She was still gasping when he laid her on her back on the floor.  With her legs relaxed he was free to stroke her vigorously.  Grasping her waist, he held her pelvis off the floor and pulled her to him as much as he thrust into her.

When he came with a growl, her mind had cleared sufficiently to realize that she had experienced a virtuoso performance.  Out of respect for his effort she tightened her legs around his middle and pulled him close as she received his seed.  As she waited for him to spend himself she enjoyed the feeling of his large cock writhing and jerking within her. 

He finally went to his knees, slumping forward and catching himself on his arms.  She maintained her leg grip as she watched his long hair form a wet curtain around his downturned head.  Her eyes roved over the powerful shoulders that were being supported by the brawny arms planted on either side of her.  With subtle squeezes, she tested their texture with either hand.  She was impressed with their uncompromising hardness.

As the sensation of fullness subsided, she flexed her stretched cunt muscles and reflected.  Mick had brought something different to her experience – something similar to Luis, but not quite.  He apparently had no inhibitions displaying his brute strength in the course of taking a woman.  Yet, even though he physically dominated the proceedings, he had seen to it that she had the opportunity to be satisfied.  She’d taken it and then he had done the same.  They had used each other’s bodies, each according to his/her own preference.  And she felt as distant from this person now that his semen was filling her vaginal cavity as when she’d first laid eyes on him.

As they lathered each other up she complimented him on the uniqueness of his fucking method.  His modest acknowledgement of the accolade was followed by the admission that their fucking had proven to be more of a work out that he anticipated.

“Really? You’ve never done it that way before?” she asked as she made another pass at washing his genitals.

“No, I have, but it’s always been with these little girls – you know, the kind that weigh about 40 kilos and are about a meter and a half – you know, doll sized girls.  This is the first time that I’ve tried it with ... a ...” he groped, “a full-sized girl.”

She picked up on his unease and didn’t let him off.  Arching an eyebrow as she prolonged the washing of his scrotum, she asked, “You didn’t mean ‘with a fat girl,’ did you?”

He watched her intently as she continued to work his balls.  She had the satisfaction of seeing him look concerned.  She used both hands.

“No, really.  I didn’t mean that at all.  You have a hot body – nice tits, too.  I just meant that those other girls I could just about pick up with one hand.”  He trailed off with a cocked head that seemed to ask, “Good enough?”

“So, why did you try it with me?”  Her attention to his balls was undiminished.  She gave a gentle squeeze now and again.

He looked at her steadily then seemed to deflate.

“I guess I wanted to show you what I’ve got after you beat me on that jump,” he admitted sheepishly.

She couldn’t help smiling as she relented handling his balls.  Placing her hands on his waist she stepped up to him and put her face up to his.  He took the tongue exchange tentatively at first, but then slipped his arms around her to press their bodies together.  He was smiling ever so slightly when they parted.

“I guess I should have done that before.”

“Well, now you did.  Thank you for the very nice fuck.”

Having made a good effort on her journal, Amy was more relaxed about the social period this day.  She looked actively for her usual associates.  In short order she connected with George, Elle and Indu.  Elle’s roommate, Trevor was with them as was Hector.  As it turned out, the latter was Indu’s roommate.  It occurred to Amy that Indu had had her session with Mr. Yang.  She was curious about the outcome, but knew her inquiry should be reserved for a more private occasion.  Still the Indian girl seemed no worse for wear. 

The group was watching one of the large overhead screens.  A musical vid was playing.  By tuning in their companions, each heard the sound track in their personal space.

Amy recognized the solo female songstress as Camille, the latest teen phoneme.  The petite, pale girl with the heavy eye makeup and multi-hued tresses gyrated mostly naked through her performance.  In her breathy, little girl voice she declaimed a song whose lewd lyrics ventured to rhyme “cunt” with “want.”  The quick-moving scenes included several shots of her writhing, reverse cowgirl style on a black cock imbedded deeply in her vagina.  Her small breasts hardly jiggled as she fucked herself.

Amy recalled seeing an interview with this girl in which she talked about her art and her personal life.  The latter included data that she had recently turned 16 and had taken up residence a new lover – her former bodyguard.  He was a strapping, ebony body builder recently arrived from Zambia.  His ambition was similar to hers – to pursue a cinematic career.  Apparently lending his cock as a prop to her vid was a step in that direction.

When the vid concluded George was the first to speak.

“I don’t think she’s got anything going on.  In three months, mention of her name will just get a ‘who?’”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Hector opined with a feign at seriousness that was belied by the merry glint in his eye.  “I think she rides cock really well.”

Before the round of titters subsided, George shook her head dismissively.

“She might be able to take it up the cunt, but she sure can’t dance.  It looked like her feet hurt her.”

“Maybe if she was fucking while she was dancing, she’d do better,” Trevor suggested.

“Actually, you may have something there,” George agreed.  “I think fuck dancing is the ultimate experience.”

Amy immediately glanced at Indu who was in the process of perking up.

“I really like watching fuck ballet, but I’ve never tried it.  Have you?”

George nodded vigorously.

“Well, not fuck ballet, but I’ve fuck danced.  When a guy’s got his cock in you and you’re both moving to the music, you can get some pretty wild sensations going on.  Of course, a little choreography helps, but that’s half the fun – working out moves that get you off.”

“Hmm,” observed Elle.  “I’ve never done that but my older sister went speed fucking.  She was very turned on by that.”

“I’ve heard of that,” Amy rejoined.  “How does that work again?”

Elle explained that the event is typically set up by a commercial organization as a way of arranging singles’ meetings.  Strangers show up for the event, have a few drinks, get naked and then go through orchestrated encounters with one another.  In each pairing, the participants couple up and then converse as they fuck.  Each fuck is strictly timed and is usually too short for either party to cum.  When the period expires, they decouple and move to their next assigned partner.

“Sounds like fuck dancing without the music,” George interjected.

“But with changing partners,” Indu giggled.  “Kind of like a square dance.”

“Sounds like something I could get into,” Trevor observed.  “Has anybody else fuck danced?”

Amy nodded.  “I have.”

To Be Continued …