Freshman Orientation

Wednesday – Later

It was late in the Summer when Amy had occasion to visit her natural father for a weekend.  Since he lived less than 500 kilometers away, she took the high speed maglev train.  The two hour ride was uneventful, mostly because she had her nose buried in an e-book.  She took almost no notice of activity around her as passengers came and went. 

Thanks to her mother’s intervention, she wore one of the stylish outfits for which they had shopped together for her birthday.  When she made a final check of her look in the mirror before leaving the house, she couldn’t help smiling with satisfaction.  Her last pass started at her feet where the high-heeled sandals were surmounted by faux crisscrossed laces that climbed her calves almost to the knee.  An expanse of bare thigh took over until the hem of a very short, off-white pleated skirt.  It was short enough that any movement put her modesty at risk.  Her only guard against that was a string panty.  She turned around to check how her movements exposed her ass cheeks in just the prescribed way.  The skirt rode low on her hips, showcasing her neat, fake jewel-filled bellybutton.  Glued-on, silver nipple pasties were her only adornment north of the waist. That is, until the eye reached the silver chain choker around the base of her neck. Wrap-around, variable tint glasses lent a little mystery to her face.  Surmounting it all was a white, mushroom-crowned hat with a short front brim.

Her father was waiting for her at the station.  As tall as he was, she had no trouble spotting him in the thin crowd.  Her spirits soared as his face bloomed into a welcoming smile.  Since she was a big girl now, she closed the distance between them at a measured pace, suppressing the urge to run to his arms. 

As her arms encircled his neck and their lips met in a not-quite-chaste kiss, she registered the fact of his partial nudity.  Typical of his sports orientation, he was wearing the jersey of the local professional soccer team.  All such jerseys these days were actually half tops whose hem passed right below the nipples.  That and shoes were all professional team members typically wore on the field these days.  Her father was similarly arrayed.  She could tell that his cock was half hard when they ended the kiss.  She avoided looking down.

“You’re looking wonderful, Baby Girl,” he enthused as he scooped up her bag.  “You’re growing up beautifully.”  His eyes swept over her with un-fatherly male appreciation.  “You’re …”

“… getting embarrassed,” she murmured with a self-conscious smile. “Everyone can hear.”

His grin widened as he slipped an arm around her waist and started to propel her to the exit. 

“Let’em.  I’m with the most beautiful girl here.”

She managed another sidelong glance at him.  Even though he was her father, he was great eye candy.  He wore his is wavy, sandy hair on the long side, covering his ears.  It framed his bright, hazel eyes and strong, cleft chin appropriately.  His broad face was animated in the manner one would associate with politician or a motivational speaker.  In an encounter with strangers, his engaging flamboyance carried all before him.

Of course, once one got below the chin, his well-toned body did nothing to detract from the impression his face made.  He kept his body hairless, which allowed one to appreciate the full length of his nicely-shaped cock.  Amy reflected that if there were a cock beauty contest her father would be a serious contender.  It had girth as well as length and a prominent, well-shaped head that had to figure in every girl’s list of preferences.

As they made their way down walkways and up escalators to the parking garage, her father kept up a steady patter asking about what was going on in her life.  She mostly volunteered short answers, not out of reticence, but because they communicated frequently and so there was little new to add.

He saved THE question until they were in the rented PV and underway.

“So, Princess, fucked anyone new lately?”

“No, not really.”  She resigned herself to the fact that this was not going to be satisfactory.  “Just Jared and Perry.”

“Honestly?  Really, a girl your age …”

“… should be out there getting the experience of being fucked by a lot of guys,” she finished wearily.  “Yeah, I know.  It’s just that I don’t really see the need right now to fuck around.  I mean when I get to Farleigh that will be time enough.”  She didn’t include the part about her growing anxiety that that event that was only a couple of weeks away.

“Yeah, but from what your mother tells me, they expect you to be pretty experienced by the time you show up there.”

“I don’t know how important that is.  I passed all of the preadmission testing, including my fucking history.  They didn’t say anything about my experience.  I think they get kids with a range of sexual experience.  When you get right down to it, I don’t think Mom was super slut before she got there.  By the time she graduated … that’s something else.”

“Yeah,” her father agreed absently, “your mother was quite a piece when I met up with her in college.  She might still be the best fuck I ever had.” 

He seemed to lapse into reverie for a few moments.  No doubt he was recalling the feel of her mother’s pussy.  The memory would not be that far in the past.  The last time Amy visited her dad at Spring break, her mother had accompanied her.  Her parents relived old times – fucking like a couple of bunnies in heat.  When they got into displaying in public, Amy made a point of trying to look as though she wasn’t with them.  She found it necessary to remind them that they weren’t teenagers anymore.

Amy’s downward glance confirmed that her father’s cock was responding to his erotic recollections.  It had risen off his lap and was on its way to full verticality.  She reached over and grasped the shaft.  It was a familiar act.  She’d been handling her father’s cock since she was a little girl sitting on his lap.  They had vid of her at about four years old naked and sitting astride his legs facing him and handling his erection.  In her slow, little girl voice she was asking him questions about how it felt to have a hard-on. 

He glanced over at her and smiled.

“I guess Mom has that effect on you even from a distance,” she observed.

He put the car into auto, folded the wheel out of the way and then fixed her with a steady gaze as he sat back in his seat and swiveled it partially in her direction. 

“You know, Amy, you have a lot of her in you.”

“I don’t know why you keep saying that.  Our looks don’t have much in common and she’s a four alarm extrovert.  I’m shy.”

Her father inclined his head to the side and seemed to regard her critically.

“It’s something deeper – a sureness, an intensity, a sense of self-sufficiency.  I think as you get older you’ll find that your personality isn’t that much different from hers.  I think the Farleigh thing will bring that out.”

With no reply to offer, she let her gaze drift away from his face.  She found herself looking at his crotch where her hand was still grasping his cock.   It was rock hard with its veins standing out.  It would be drooling soon.  She knew what she had to do.

Leaning across, she took him into her mouth.  He settled back to let her work.  As her tongue swished the rim of his head she noted his reaction.  After a few slow bobs to let him feel the back of her throat, she repeated the tongue thing.  She kept the pattern up for a few reps and then varied it.  The taste of his precum was becoming more persistent.

Attempting to look up at his face, she noted that her line of sight was impeded by the brim of her hat.  She gave that up and contented herself with the tactile feedback he was providing.  Grasping her head with both hands, he began to gasp.  That was followed by occasional attempts at pelvic thrusts.  Satisfied that he was responding in all the right ways, she settled into the task of bringing him off.

As her speed peaked, her whole body was engaged.  Her breasts bounced and bobbed as she drew a leg up under her for better leverage.  His thrashing and gasping told her he was close.  Just a little more … Then came the telltale hitch. 

Quickly, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could before he began to spurt.  Bent over, she was not in an advantageous attitude for swallowing, but she pursed her lips tightly and gulped. 

Success.  By the time he slumped back into his seat, she had virtually all of his load safely down her throat.  Her mother always emphasized the importance of neatness when completing a blowjob.  A lady must always look good no matter what she does, was her mantra.

As Amy raised her head from his cock, he pulled her face toward him.  She closed her eyes as they exchanged an open mouth kiss.  His tongue trespassed in her mouth, sampling the residue of his cum.

As he relaxed his grasp of her head, she drew back from the kiss and regarded him through half open eyes.

“Beautiful, Baby Girl.”  He was still gasping a bit.  “That was great.”  Then he smiled.  “You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?”

She smiled a pleased smile.  “Thank you, Daddy.  Nice of you to notice.”

Amy had given her father head only once before – during that Spring visit.  It hadn’t been a fine performance, with mother hovering nearby.  Her experience sucking Jared’s cock had been more instructive.  Jared proved to be a great coach.

The PV beeped.  It announced two minutes to arrival.  Her father left it in auto as they rearranged themselves and performed some cursory clean up.

They were sharing a drink at a patio table sometime later when the topic of the plans for the weekend came up.  Amy had claimed her room and freshened up from her trip.  She determined that her thong was too messy from her arousal as she gave her father head.  During the process of deciding what to replace it with her fully naked father appeared in her doorway.  He took stock of her problem and then said he’d like to see her naked – it had been a while, after all.  So there they were, both in their birthday suits catching up on the news.

Amy was informed that a weekend of varied activities was ahead of her – typical for her ultra-organized father.  Tomorrow they would start with a round of golf and then go to a professional spall match.  But tonight, dinner and dancing.  Huh? That was out of character.  What’s up with that?

“There’s another couple joining us for the weekend,” her father informed her.  “I thought this would be a good way to get acquainted.”

“Oh?  Who is the other couple?” Amy had a natural anxiety about meeting new people.  She was trying mightily to work through it but there it was again.

“Actually,” he corrected, a little self-consciously, “they’re two young people who work for me.  The way I planned it, Tony will be your date and Carrie will be mine.”

“In other words, you fuck Carrie and Tony fucks me.”

“Yeah, more or less.”

“You set me up with a blind fuck?”  Her tone was neutral, since she hadn’t made up her mind whether to disapprove or not.  Then she decided and shifted to the accusing tone.

“Tony has the job of fucking the boss’s under-fucked daughter.  Right?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he replied with a wry smile.  “Hey, you’re here for less than three days.  If you just hang out with the old man you’ll be bored.  You aren’t about to meet anyone your age around here, so what’s the problem with my fixing you up?  Come on, Amy, lighten up.”

Of course, that was completely reasonable.  She hated it when he was so inarguably right.  But she hadn’t been consulted.  That should allow her some space for outrage.  Nevertheless …

“You’re not that old,” was all she could think of to say.

“Well, I’m bearing down on 39, Princess.  That’s not young.”

“How old’s this girl you’re going to be hooking up with?”

That self-conscious grin was back.

“She’s 20.”

“You know she’s only letting you fuck her because you’re the boss.”  She felt the need to exact some revenge.

He seemed unfazed.

“The important point is that she’s letting me fuck her.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“All summer.  Ever since I hired her.  She’s only working for the summer.  She leaves in another couple of weeks to go back to college.”  He seemed to reflect and then added, “God, I’m going to miss that sweet cunt.”  The twinkle in his eye told her that he only said that to get a rise out of her.

Since she had failed to provoke him, she gave up and took another tack.

“Tell me about the guy you’re hooking me up with.  Does he at least have a huge cock?”

“Better still, I’ll let him tell you.”

He left the table abruptly and returned with an e-tablet.  He spoke some search commands, inspected the results on the display and then turned it over to her.

“Here’s his MeeTu site.”

The first page was dominated by a three quarter length picture of Tony in the nude with a full erection.  His hands were on his hips.  Despite the assertive pose, his smile seemed self-assured rather than cocky.  On second thought, he had a slightly dangerous look.  His face was narrow with prominent hollows at the temples and a rather ample nose.   Without qualification his body was more than not bad.  His cock looked quite adequate but nothing that would stop traffic.  The audio followed the scrolling text that accompanied the picture.  It gave the usual summary of interests and life style.  It made it clear that he was strictly hetero, so he discouraged contacts from those of other orientations.

She chose a tab that was labeled “Stats”.  Among the height, weight, birth date and other mundane data was “Cock Length” which was given as 170 millimeters.  While she was trying to relate to that, she noted that there were also measurements for cock width, cock head width at base and other more arcane genitalia data.  Is cock obsession a disorder?

Wondering what else might lurk in the website, she selected the tab “Girls I’ve Fucked.”  In response, a page with a number of still photo thumbnails appeared.  Invoking one of the thumbnails brought up a picture of a naked girl reclining on her side with one leg raised, displaying a smooth pussy.  Reclining behind her was Tony, equally naked.  The girl’s head was turned over her shoulder to where Tony’s face hovered.  Their extended tongues were touching.  But the main point of interest was Tony’s cock half buried in the girl’s cunt.  A second touch of the cursor on the still started a few seconds of vid of the actual coupling with Tony’s cock working in and out of the girl.  The sound track consisted of gasps and sighs.

Amy tried a few more pictures.  They all showed various naked girls in various poses. The one common feature was that each of them had Tony’s cock thrust into her pussy.  She’d heard of such content on personal websites but this was her first encounter with them.  Finally, she set down the tablet and looked at her father who was leaning over the table watching her with an expectant half smile.

“So you want to see me on Tony’s trophy page?”  It sounded like a challenge – just as she meant it to be.

He recognized the signs and let his smile lapse.

“Only if you want to, Princess.  He won’t put you on his page without permission.  He’d be liable otherwise.  Just let him fuck you and see how you feel about the whole thing.  That’s all I’m suggesting.”

In the ensuing silence that accompanied her contemplation her father reached across the table to cover her hand with his.  His face was open and hopeful.  “Encouraging” was the word for his attitude.  He wanted the best for her, she was sure of that.  And he loved her.

“Okay.”  It came out as more of a sigh.  Realizing that it probably sounded more like resignation than agreement, she essayed a smile.

“So, what does a girl wear to this fancy restaurant you picked out?”

Her father asserted that given the fact that they were going dancing afterward, and since no one wore clothes to this kind of dance club, dinner would therefore be in the nude.  Conclusion: tonight’s raiment decisions would have to address only shoes, jewelry and hairdos.

That solved, there was the matter of appropriate dress for the sports activities.  Her father asked to view what sports wear she had brought.  She admitted that she hadn’t brought anything except an assortment of shoes and an outfit to wear on the train ride home.  She informed him rather smugly that she assumed he would take care of her needs in that area.  After all, what’s the use of a father whose business was sporting goods if he couldn’t provide an appropriate outfit?

Conceding the point, her father confided he had provided for that eventuality.  Carrie would address costuming issues with her.

Amy had settled on an upsweep hair arrangement and a pair of high heeled sandals when the visitor warning sounded.  Laying down the costume jewelry she was sorting through, she made her way to the door just behind her father.  The stunning young redhead that swept into her father’s arms when the door slid back was, of course, naked.  She pressed all of herself against Dad’s body as their mouths worked together, exchanging tongue thrusts.  The shoulder bag she was carrying slipped to the floor unnoticed as their bodies clashed persistently.

When Amy’s father started to grind more aggressively against her, the girl pulled out of his arms with a merry chuckle.

“Ooh, save some for later, Doug-man.  I don’t want to have cum running down my leg all night.”

As she said that, she looked past her partner to where Amy was standing with her arms folded.

“Hel-lo, Amy.”

Amy could tell Carrie’s eye inserts were a luminous green before the other girl had covered half the distance between them.  Amy quickly unfolded her arms as the other girl stepped up to her (she was a bit shorter than Amy).  She suddenly found Carrie between her arms as the other girl placed her hands on Amy’s shoulders and put their open mouths together.  Her lips were deliciously soft.

Going along with it seemed Amy’s only alternative.  Carrie’s tongue slipped between Amy’s teeth and began its exploration of her mouth.  Amy’s tongue came up reflexively to meet its new guest.  Carrie’s smooth tongue plied hers gently.  Meanwhile, as their breasts meshed, Amy gingerly laid her fingertips and then her whole hands on the older girl’s back.  Carrie’s eyes remained closed until she broke the kiss and stepped back.

“So nice to finally meet you,” Carrie crooned.  “Your daddy is a big fan of yours.”

A little dazed, Amy was noticing how perfectly Carrie’s eye makeup combined pinks and turquoises to make her look spectacular.  She still felt the imprint of the other girl’s mouth on her own.  The sensation of the congress of their breasts also lingered.

Amy became aware of two things:  People were looking at her expectantly and her arms were still loosely wrapped around Carrie.  Not wanting to convey any sense that she was not okay with recent proceedings, she left her hands where they were for the moment.

“Um, nice to meet you, too …” she mentally groped for the name “Carrie.”

Her field of vision was filled with Carrie’s smiling countenance, including those incredibly soft lips.  If Carrie made the slightest move to rejoin that kiss, Amy was ready.

But Carrie wasn’t offering a rematch.  She was out of Amy’s grasp unaffectedly and smoothly.  At the same time she took Amy’s hand as she turned to Doug.

“I think we have some girl things to take care of,” she told him.  “Keep an eye out for Tony while we take care of business.  Okay, Daddy-Doug?”

Carrie kept up a steady stream of get-acquainted conversation as they picked through the jewelry Amy had been sorting.  She opened her own bag and added to the inventory.  Amy mostly answered questions as Carrie posed them.  For her part, Carrie volunteered intelligence about the weekend ahead.  Among other things, Amy learned that her designated fuck partner was skilled but not particularly sensitive.  Therefore, it was a good idea to assert one’s needs when in the sack with him.

Jewelry selected and donned, they moved on to Amy’s makeup.  Carrie’s bag yielded more options.  Carrie held forth learnedly concerning the need to coordinate eye, lip, nipple and pussy colors.  As an aside, she opined that women in previous eras when clothes were always worn had a much easier time with make-up.  As they tried out various alternatives, the door warning sounded again. Hearing it, Amy’s pulse picked up.  Tony and his cock were on the premises. Carrie took only a few more seconds before she drew back to critically evaluate the results of her handiwork. 

As a final ceremony, they stood side by side before a full length mirror and assessed the results of their efforts.  Amy decided that Carrie had assembled her best look ever.  When she told her so, Carrie looked very pleased.  Amy’s heart gave another leap when the other girl turned toward her and slipped her arms around her with obvious intent.  Since the make-up was guaranteed non-smear, there was no reason to abstain from the proffered kiss.

Amy covertly blotted Carrie’s saliva from her lips with her finger as the two of them entered the room in which Doug and Tony were relaxing.  The two girls were hand-in-hand as the guys looked up from their conversation.  Sports, Amy surmised. 

As naked, smiling Tony got to his feet and started in her direction, she noted that his cock was not totally relaxed.  He wore an unusual cock ring that appeared to be made of polished beryl.  She also noted that he wore a dog collar that matched the cock ring.  But other observations were delayed as the apprehension over how to greet him welled up in her. Shake? Kiss? Fuck?  Which was he going to want to do?

He stopped within reach of her and cast a glance at Carrie.  He extended his hands toward Amy and asked, “May I?”

Carrie assumed a resigned look and relinquished Amy’s hand.  Tony then stepped up and slipped his arms around Amy’s waist.  For her part, she reached reflexively for his shoulders, then on second thought gave them a miss and encircled his neck instead.  As his face came down she raised hers, titled it slightly and opened her lips.  He did the rest.

She was barely aware of the liberties his tongue was taking with her mouth because she was distracted by the feeling of his cock against her pussy lips as he pressed against her.  That was certainly a different sensation from the one Carrie’s body imparted, but no less enjoyable.  She pressed back.

When he ended the kiss, he smiled at her.  His eyes were light brown flecked with what looked like yellow.  Although intrigued, she was not so mesmerized as to fail to respond when he leaned forward again with his tongue tip extended.  She extended her own to meet him.  A touch and then he stepped back to arm’s length.

“Nice to meet you, Amy.  As much as your father talks about you, I feel like we’re old friends.”

“Old fuck buddies, you mean?”

Both of them looked over Tony’s shoulder to where Carrie was nestled in the crook of Doug’s arm.  Doug’s hand was covering one nipple while his face registered a bemused smile.  Doug was now wearing a copper colored cock ring and a complementing neck chain.  Carrie’s face showed disapproval.

“Give the girl a break.  I think it’s customary to say hello before you lick a lady’s tonsils.”

“Thank you, Ms. Manners,” Tony growled through his grin.  “You didn’t seem that interested in the preliminaries when I fucked you.”

“With your hair trigger, there’s no such thing as preliminaries.  It was over before I could tell you’d started.”

He released Amy, turned and took a step toward Carrie.

“Which of the dozen times that you screamed your head off as I pounded your pussy are you referring to?”

She broke from Amy father’s embrace and advanced two slow steps toward him.

“Always giving yourself too much credit.  We only made it ten times.”

They were nose to nose.

“Yeah, but I got you off twice two of those times.”

They grabbed each other fiercely as their mouths locked up.  After several seconds of face chewing and body grinding, Carrie pulled her head back sharply.  She eyed him savagely.

“I was faking it.”

She failed to maintain a straight face.  Both sniggered.  Doug was smiling and shaking his head.

“They’ve been doing these routines all summer,” he explained to Amy. 

The automated rental PV appeared on schedule.  Once onboard they allowed it to whisk them to their destination without further intervention.  Amy and Tony occupied adjacent seats.  As they made small talk about her life, his ringed cock remained in her field of vision.  She made sure that she did not glance at it overtly, but its presence kept a certain level of excitement simmering in her.  It aroused a certain amount of sexual tension in her knowing that that very cock would at some point later in the evening be rock hard and inside her body.  As she contemplated that prospect, she alternated between apprehension concerning her ability to respond satisfactorily to an experienced lover and hope the evening’s preliminaries would not be protracted.  It was after all, a very attractive cock.

The restaurant hostess was stunning.  Her black and gold hair was swept high on her head over her large, heavy lidded violet eyes.  Her impressive height was partly achieved with the assistance of her black platform shoes.  Heavy makeup and jewelry aside, the most remarkable aspect of her appearance was her outfit.  It was black and transparent with long sleeves, a high collar and a narrow, gathered train that hung down her back from her waist nearly to the floor.  It fastened at her throat and waist, covering her back completely, but all of her “essentials’ including her highly colored breasts and pussy lips remained uncovered and in plain view.

After she had greeted them with an aloof smile and led them to their table, the hostess left them in the care of Melanie and Miguel.  They were a pair of mostly nude waiters who wore little more than black and silver chokers and matching belts.   Melanie’s belt rode low on her well-tanned hips.

Amy tried to be discrete as she scoped out the room.  Bare skin was so ubiquitous that the appearance of a scrap of textile on anyone seemed more remarkable than displayed genitals.  The women were turned out in elegant hairdos and hung with elaborate assemblies of sparkling jewelry.  The most attention getting features were the hats.  A smattering of women included tasteful millinery in their barely-there ensembles.  Amy thought the rather plain, broad brimmed variety lent a touch of yester-year elegance that she found appealing.

Her father teased her about having “come for the show” rather than the meal.  The relative merits of the various fashion statements were discussed as they studied the heads-up displays of the menu projected in front of them.  Although each of them could see their own copy of the menu, their companions’ copies were invisible.  Overhead sensors detected the presence of each patron and provided the individual displays.  Melanie returned to the table to coach them through the ordering process which was actually accomplished by audio pickups in the area.

Amy found herself the center of the conversation that ensued after drinks had been served and dinner selections entered.  Her imminent “Farleigh Experience” surfaced almost at once.  Carrie and Tony were not familiar with the school and its practices, so they were animated in their queries.  They were intrigued by Amy’s answers.  Tony opined that it sounded like teen heaven.  Carrie snorted that it would seem that way to a boy.   She supposed that the girls referred to Farleigh as Sore Cunt High.

The conversation became more animated as the drinks took effect.  Amy was the only member of her group that was below the legal drinking age, but since it had been verified that she was with her parent, she too was able to have alcohol.  The un-parented drinking age had been lowered to 16 once cars had become automated.  In order to operate one manually a person needed to prove electronically that he or she was over 16, trained and sober.  The car had to onboard means for determining compliance with all three criteria.  If the potential operator failed on any account, the car would remain in automatic and take the person to their destination with no human intervention.

As they addressed their salads and appetizers, Amy noted how easy it was to hear and converse with her companions despite to large number of people around them obviously engaged in conversation.  Apparently, localized “white noise” barriers insulated them from the surrounding din, providing them with a quiet zone.

When the automated service trolley brought their covered entrees, Miguel and Melanie appeared on cue.  They busied themselves lightering the trolley and conveying each person’s plate to them – a personal touch absent in lower grade eateries.  The wait pair again vanished once everyone’s needs had been ascertained and met.  Amy and her party knew that they would only have to speak a request into the air for one or both of them to reappear.

By turns, the conversation engaged all of them, paired off and then returned to four-way mode.  During one of pair offs, Amy – apparently in response to the reduced inhibitory state caused by the alcohol – ventured to Tony that her father had shown her his personal site.  Tony of course asked what she thought of it. 

“I was impressed at the number of girls that let you display pictures of you fucking them.  Did you have any trouble convincing them?”

“Not really.  It’s kind of getting to be cool for a girl to show up on various guys’ sites.  Some college girls compete with one another over how many sites they’re on and how hot their pictures are.”

“So no one’s ever turned you down?”

“Nope.  There were a couple that acted reluctant for a while, but I could tell they really were just doing it for the record.  They eventually said okay.  One was talked into it by her mother.  I loved that.”

“That would be my mother, for sure – probably my dad, too.”

“Your parents seem very cool,” Tony approved.  “But your dad tells me you don’t fuck much.  Is that right?”

“Well, yeah.  I guess I’m a little … uh, shy … around boys, I mean.”

To her relief, Tony nodded understandingly. “I know what you mean.  At your age I was probably no more experienced than you are.  I was kind of immobilized by fear of rejection.  Even doing it for the first time didn’t get me over the hump.  I think the light came on when I realized that the girls I thought were goddesses were having the same problem.  They weren’t getting it for the same reason I wasn’t – lack of self-confidence.”

“So what changed for you?”

Tony looked away momentarily as though trying to recall.  During the pause, he shifted around in his seat, hooking an arm over the back of his chair and bringing a leg to her side.  His cock was plainly visible. It seemed chubbier that she remembered.

“It wasn’t overnight,” he began slowly, “But the thing that helped most was the two week camp that my parents sent me to.  It just sort of came together there.  It was a combination of the right crowd and the right mind set.  I was on vacation with a bunch of kids I’d never see again.  I could fail as much as I wanted and nobody would know but me.  I finally broke into the daylight.  I fucked girls who were in the same awkward boat as me.  When I got home after that experience, I was completely relaxed about the sex thing.  I knew the ropes.  I put on an ‘oh what the hell’ attitude.  I was not only open to anything but I was actively looking for opportunities.  I wasn’t worried about rejection because I knew I had the goods and any girl that turned me down was missing out.”

Amy was warming to Tony with this disclosure.

“I hope I get over it soon.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m really looking forward to sticking my cock in you,” he told her with a reassuring smile.  As he said it his hand reached over and gently came to rest on her thigh.  She noticed that his cock had gained firmness and was now lying on his thigh pointing directly at her. 

A warm tingle welled up from somewhere in her core.  She smiled self-consciously with the renewed realization of what she was going to share with this boy before the night was over. She wondered what it felt like to be fucked by a boy wearing a cock ring.

No one wanted coffee or dessert.  Doug settled the bill and they repaired to their vehicle which had answered the electronic summons.  Tony took her hand on the way to the PV and didn’t release it after they were seated.  Amy noted with some satisfaction that his cock had developed a half-hard attitude – a look she found very appealing.

The Friday night traffic proved little impediment to their progress.  They were at the club in barely enough time for Carrie to tease her dad’s cock into a full erection.  Carrie appropriated his hard lance as they alighted from the car.  She noticed Amy’s noticing.  Carrie leaned close and explained in a low tone.

“I love dancing with a guy with a hard-on.  Guys look so hot that way.  And,” she added with a twinkle in her eye, “it opens all sorts of possibilities.”

In the crush they found inside the club, Amy’s thighs and ass encountered multiple hard cocks.  Naked and mostly naked bodies were everywhere.  The air throbbed with dance beats.  Huge vid displays alternated showing participants gyrating on the floor and various combinations of people engaging in sex acts.  Amy was unable to tell whether the latter were occurring in real time or were recordings. 

Carrie led them to a spot on the floor, then released Doug’s cock and began writhing suggestively in front of him.  Doug followed her lead, lapsing into dance moves that caused his erection to bob and weave.  That established, their eyes locked and they retreated to their own plane of consciousness.

Amy tore her own gaze away and sought Tony.  She found his face immediately over her shoulder, a slight smile of expectation playing on his features.  Going with the flow, she raised her arms and began to dance in front of him, watching his face intently.  Without changing expression his body fell into rhythm with hers.

Getting into the mood, she turned her face aside and encountered a couple dancing beside them.  The arresting part of the sight was that the head of the boy’s hard cock was buried between the vaginal lips of the slight brunette he was dancing with.  The recipient of his penile attention seemed to be paying it no mind as she cast her gaze at her surroundings.  Amy raised her eyes from the sight of their conjoined genitalia to see the girl watching her.  The girl smiled at her and then looked away.

When Amy’s gaze returned to her own partner, Tony’s expression is more intent.  A quick glance down confirmed her suspicion: Tony was now fully erect.  Without further ceremony, her partner ceased dancing and stepped up to her.  His hands took her waist, causing her to stop dancing as well. 

Her eyes locked on his as she felt the movement below.  His hand guided his cock to her pussy lips.  She knew what was expected and opened her stance.  She waited as he bent at the knees slightly as he aligned his cock.  She felt him enter her as he straightened up.  A couple of sharp jerks wracked her body as he completed his violation.  Fortunately, the developments so far this evening had already caused her to become very wet, avoiding the potential discomfort of his abrupt penetration.  

Holding her firmly in position he resumed moving to beat of the music, combining rotational motion with up and down thrusting in and out of her.  Following her instincts, she was able to undulate her pelvis to facilitate the activity of his penis inside her.  Encouraged, he withdrew a bit as he continued his compact stroking.  That brought his cock ring into contact with her internal trigger.  Twitching involuntarily, her rhythm faltered and her knees lost integrity.  Her partner picked up on her difficulty and shifted his grip to support her from under her buttocks.

Her hands found his biceps for support.  She watched the intent grin on his face through a fog of passion as his thrusts brought her over.  Eyes closed, her head drooped as she gasped through her orgasm.  Ignoring his success, he continued to thrust vigorously even as her pussy muscles tried to grip his cock.

When she became aware of her surroundings again, Tony was holding her close.  Her arms were around his neck in deference to the fact that her knees were no longer functional.  Her head was buried in his shoulder.  His penis was still deep inside her.  The music had changed.

“You looked so hot cumming like that.”  Tony’s lips were next to her ear.  “I’m going to bring you over a lot tonight … just so I can watch you cum.”

Her daze was receding, so she essayed to raise her head and draw back to look at his face.  His words registered but her mind did not engage them.  Her half-formed thoughts floated between the desire for more orgasmic experiences and a vague fear that she wouldn’t be able to endure a night of such intense pleasure.

Tony was beginning to move with the music again.  Gradually, he let go of her and drew away.  His cock slid smoothly out of her and resumed its rigid bobbing between them.  Following his lead, she began to dance again, the rivulet of vaginal fluid running down her inner thigh notwithstanding.  Apparently, he hadn’t cum.  It flickered through her mind that that was a good thing.  He’d be able to pleasure her again with that slick, rigid pole that was pointing unsteadily at her mons.  The prospect made her smile.

Dad.  Where had he gotten to?  She spotted Carrie first.  That was due to the fact that the girl’s head was visible above most of the heads in the immediate vicinity.  Further observation revealed that Carrie was being held aloft by Doug with her legs wrapped around his waist.  Her excited face arched over her partner’s as she held onto his shoulders.  A momentary break in the crowd allowed Amy to ascertain that her father was supporting the older girl under her ass while he whirled her around the floor.  Amy could also discern that their sex organs were coupled.

It was sometime later that Tony suggested a break.  Amy noticed that he tapped an ear insert as they located a quieter alcove off the main part of the floor.  A moment later, Doug and Carrie joined them.  Her dad’s cock was relaxed.  Apparently, Carrie had relieved him of his load while they were dancing.  Carrie’s breasts and nipples were glowing with perspiration.  Her makeup was holding up, however, Amy noted approvingly.

“How about if we freshen up?” Carrie proposed to Amy.  Surmising that her companion was probably in as much need of a post-coital clean up as she was, Amy readily assented.  They stated their intentions to their dates and set out in search of the hyg.

It was crowded with patrons of both sexes engaged in various activities ranging from simple conversation through sex and some shared drug use.  The latter made Amy distinctly uncomfortable.  Both her parents had preached against substance use in all its forms.  Carrie seemed nonplused by any of the goings on.

“The first time at this kind of club can be overwhelming,” Carrie observed as she when through her routine.  “There’s a lot of energy here.  I kind of think of it as a bunch of whirlpools.  Each one is a different kind of fun – different kinds of sex and drug activities – the trick is to only let yourself be drawn into ones that work for you and stay far away from the others so that you’re not sucked in.  The other thing is to be careful about mixing fun.  Combinations can mess your mind, make you sick or even kill you.” 

Carrie caught sight of Amy’s face in the mirror.  She read the anxiety and turned to the younger girl.

“Hey, girl, don’t get stressed.  You’re here with friends tonight.  We’ll look out for you.  That little pep talk was for future reference.  They wouldn’t even have let you in here if you weren’t with your dad.”

Carrie concluded with a bright smile and a hug.  Amy hugged back, glad for the physical contact.  Feeling Carrie’s breasts against hers and experiencing the softness of her lips once again drove the negative thoughts away.  The follow-up tongue kiss helped, too.  She was in good spirits as they went in search of the men.

When they caught sight of Doug and Tony, a striking dark haired woman was just backing away from them.  As she did so, her long fingers slowly relinquished Doug’s cock.  The pink tasseled garters on each of her upper arms matched the choker around her neck.  Both were the same hue as the painted flame that licked up her abdomen from her pussy.  Smaller replicas of that image graced each of nipple of her impressive breasts.  That and her shoes were all she wore.  She was trailed by a thin, equally naked man of apparent African ancestry.  A gold ring graced his long, flaccid cock.  Smaller replicas dangled from each of his ear lobes.

Carrie arched a quizzical eyebrow as she took possession of Doug’s arm.  Amy wasn’t as subtle.

“Who was that?”

Her dad shrugged.

“Some woman I’ve done business with.  We just happened to run into each other.”

“Seeing how familiar she was with you, I’m going to guess that the last time you ‘ran into her’ it was with your cock,” Carrie challenged.

Doug grinned.

“Guilty as charged.”  Then he laid a hand over hers.  “But wouldn’t you rather dance than hang around being jealous?”

“I wasn’t being jealous,” Carrie replied evenly.  “I was just wondering whether she liked you enough to do a little change up.  I’d be interested in doing her boyfriend if she’ll have you.”

Doug gazed at her intently.

“Let’s go find them and see.”

Amy was too stunned to say anything as her father and his date disappeared into the swirling mass of skin.  She felt Tony’s arm around her waist.

“Dance or drink?”

She looked up at him.  She needed regroup time.

“I could use a drink.”

Tony actually found a couple of places to sit in the crowded bar area.  She ordered a soft drink.  He followed suit without missing a beat.

“How are you handling it?” he asked after his first sip.  She was absorbing the ambiance of naked bodies and throbbing music.  Overt sexual activity kept arresting her attention as she scanned her neighbors.

“Dunno,” she replied after a moment’s reflection.  “How do you think I’m doing?”

He elected to avoid the question.

“I guess you’ve noticed that this isn’t just a dance club.  People come here to get out on their own personal edge of experiences.  Hard core heteros try batting for the other side, girls who haven’t had guys except one-on-one try pulling the train.  A lot of people try things under the influence of recreational drugs.  Everybody is trying for their own personal weird.”

“So why am I here?  None of that stuff appeals to me.  I’m already on my edge by just being here.”

Tony nodded approvingly.

“Bingo.  You can just observe and get ideas without leaving your comfort zone.  And for the record, I’m not going to push you into anything.  I want you all to myself tonight.”

As she watched his smile expand, she began to feel a renewed wave of comfort.  This was going to be something she could handle.  She sat up straight away from her drink.

“I think I’m ready to dance some more,” she announced.

Imitating some wanton moves that she witnessed on the dance floor had the desired effect of getting a rise out of her date.  His cock was soon back in her cunt.  Taking advantage of the support provided by his hand on the small of her back, she leaned back allowing his cock to move more easily back and forth in her well-lubricated cunt.  Rotating her pelvis caused his member to rim her opening.  The sensation was amazing but took its toll.  He came sharply, pulling her onto him while he pumped his aliquot of semen into her. 

Constrained from using her built up energy in body movement, she channeled it into her cunt muscles.  She gained considerable satisfaction from watching his facial expression change from the strain of orgasm to the surprise at having his cock wrung.  She imagined she was milking him of every drop of spunk.  It was a very empowering thought.

Much later when they called it a night, they tumbled into the rental PV without searching for Dan and Carrie.  Amy didn’t have much opportunity to ponder the fact of their disappearance during the ride to Tony’s place.  He was intent on making good use of the time. During most of the ride she was on her back with a leg hooked around her date’s neck – all the better to receive the oral attention that thoroughly covered her entire front from her lips to her inner thighs.  Notwithstanding the condition of her pussy in the wake of the double orgasm she had experienced on his cock a short time before, his tongue set her clit alight and her whimpering.  By the time they arrived, she was fully ready for him again.

She let out a whoop of surprise as he scooped her up, carried her inside and deposited her on her back on his bed.  Thank God for voice recognition doors.  She let her legs fall open and he did the rest.

For the first time that night his cock was in her without the accompaniment of a musical beat.  The silence that was punctuated only by their heavy breathing seemed to focus attention on the sex act, heightening the excitement.  Fucking in private had its points.

Her knees rode on his shoulders as he pounded her through a good orgasm.  Fatigue claimed him before he could get over himself.  Turning her legs aside, he settled down on top of her.  He was still hard and inside her when he dozed off.

Feeling drowsy herself, she tuned into his vital signs, feeling the warmth of his body and the regular rise and fall of his rib cage.  In the tranquility, she recalled some of the scenes from the club. 

One titillating incident had two virtually naked girls being fucked simultaneously from behind by their dates while they faced each other.  As the girls writhed compactly to the music, their mouths encountered each other and each other’s swaying breasts.  Watching them periodically lose rhythm as a spike of passion passed through their bodies was very exciting.  Amy found herself rooting for the girls’ male partners to pound them into limp ecstasy.  When the girls successively broke into squeals of fulfillment, the males continued fucking them vigorously.  When each of the men finally pulled their partners tight against them for their own climaxes, Amy was at pains to resist the urge to applaud.  Rediscovering Tony’s arm around her, she looked at him.  He was grinning approvingly.

“Wow! That was amazing.”  She could hear the awe in her own voice.

Tony nodded.

“Sex makes great performance art.”

Amy was awakened momentarily as the still sleeping Tony rolled off her.  She decided to seize the opportunity to tend to her hygiene.  Relieved and freshened, she removed her jewelry, undid her hair and slipped back into bed.  As she arranged herself on her side, her hands encountered various of her own parts.  It crossed her mind that her body had served her well this evening, responding to the challenges that her behavior had placed before it.  Gratefully, she used her hands to thank it.

Amy connected with Marvin toward the end of the social hour.  He came to her side as she was relating her fuck dance experiences to her group.  Pleased that he had sought her out and somewhat horny after reminiscing about past sex, she was fully ready to accompany him to their room.  The expectation on his face heightened her readiness.  The lunch time interlude had injected a new dynamic into their relationship, she concluded. 

They talked easily about their day experiences as they performed the dance of foreplay in bed.  She talked while he sucked her nipples and lapped her clit and he replied while she sucked his cock and licked his balls.  It was while he was finger fucking her that she rolled onto her back to signal her receptiveness.  He took his time entering her, pausing after each stroke. 

If there is such a thing as a relaxing fuck, Amy thought, this is it.  The sex moved to the background as they talked.  She found that as she made an observation, he would take a few strokes while he listened.  When he spoke, he would pause and she would rock her hips slowly to feel him move inside her.  Eventually, the spell broke.  She saw it in his face: he was trying not to cum.  He lost the fight and pressed himself to her as he gasped in the throes of his climax.  Even that was gentle, she observed as she held him.  He had just leaned into her to deliver his seed. 

When he had settled down on top of her she turned her nose close to him and inhaled.  Male sweat and female arousal: it probably wouldn’t ever become a popular perfume scent, but there were times when it was inarguably delicious.

Dinner found them at a table with other than Marvin’s usual group.  Amy and Marvin encountered Scott and Yong in a small group.  While Amy greeted Scott, she noticed that Marvin tongue touched his roommate.  He’s fucked her, too, Amy marveled.  The subsequent conversation saw them through the line, so it seemed natural that they congregate at the same table.

Yong held forth about her roommate’s virtuosity with the violin and disclosed her desire to play a duet with him.  Amy automatically assumed that the other girl also had some facility with the concert strings.  Yong dimpled at the suggestion.  No, she corrected, it was a wind instrument that she played.  Scott affirmed that she played it very well, too.  What instrument?  Why, the Scott-o-phone.  Everyone apprehended at once that they were referring to Scott’s cock. Yong merrily picked up on their amusement by explaining that the duet consisted of his stroking while she sucked.  Their plan was that he would play a piece while she did her best to bring him off.   The trick involved getting themselves synchronized so that he completed his selection by cumming in her mouth.

Scott went on to explain that in their initial experiments, they’d found that when he bowed his instrument with too much verve, she tended to have difficulty keeping him in her mouth.  It was the whole body experience that he needed to get under control.  For her part, Yong confided that when he concentrated too much on getting the music right, his cock lost integrity, making it difficult to play her part.  Nevertheless, they were confident that they were well on their way to perfecting their act.  Perhaps they would be able to perform for interested parties before the end of the week.  Everyone at the table offered their encouragement and declared their interest in attending their recital.  The musical double entendres flew about the table in the subsequent commentary on Scott and Yong’s project.

The levity persisted as the group adjourned to the lounge.  Amy was gratified to see that Scott and Marvin seemed to establish a jocular rapport.  Seeing her two “special” guys – she thought that was a safe characterization – hitting it off made her optimistic about both relationships, undefined as they were.

The afterglow of the dinner time camaraderie accompanied them to the floor meeting.  They took seats together.  Amy found herself between Marvin and Scott.  That had to be the best of all worlds.  She was feeling at rights with the universe as she slipped her hand around Marvin’s cock.  Momentarily, she entertained the notion of taking Scott’s as well.  That image caused her to smile to herself as she contentedly settled in for the floor session.

Jeff and Consuelo did not evince any of yesterday’s buoyancy.  They greeted the group perfunctorily, noting that the halfway point of the orientation had been reached.  While Jeff made a few “housekeeping” announcements, his partner remained hovering at his side, her expression inscrutable.  When he finished, however, he glanced in her direction, an obvious cue.  Consuelo’s face changed as though a switch had been flipped.  Her hands went to her hips as she threw out her impressive tits in challenge.  She was regarding them sternly.

“I have to report that sexual activity was down for today.”  She paused while her accusatory gaze swept her audience.  “What?  Is everybody fucked out already?  It’s only Wednesday.”

“Actually, that’s not the worst of it,” Jeff observed with a mournful shake of his head.  “A higher percentage of the remaining sexual activity is between roommates.”  When he paused to let that sink in Amy squirmed remembering that she and Marvin had fucked three times so far and that she had had only two other partners.  “That’s a bad sign.  Do you know why?”

Jeff let the silent audience endure only a few moments of anguish before he answered his own question.

“It’s a sign of devolution back to monogamy.  Left to their own devices, social relationships spiral down into exclusiveness.  Why? Because it’s easier.   It’s safer.  It’s a no-brainer.”

“That is not what is supposed to be happening this week, boys and girls.”  Consuelo’s voice was quiet – dangerously quiet, Amy thought.  “If you want to settle down and raise a family, this is not the place.  Take it somewhere where 14 year-olds mate for life – wherever that is.  People come here to become fluent in the practice of sex.  You don’t get that by sticking with one partner and doing the same old, same old.  We’re about sexual adventure and risk-taking.”

Amy’s brain was teeming with consternation.  She had concentrated on getting close to Marvin all day.  Of course that was the wrong thing to do.

Consuelo barreled on.  Her voice gained volume and she was sweeping the audience repeatedly with her gaze.  Her feet were planted wide apart, opening the view of her pussy.  It seemed as though showing that fissure was the ultimate signal of her disapproval.

“Guys, you gotta shake out those limp dicks and girls, you gotta uncover those precious cunnies if you’re gonna have a chance at being good at what we do here.  We have a mission.  We’re not going to keep a sexually open society if we don’t have young people who are walking the walk.”

“Let’s make this a little more interactive,” Jeff continued.  He went down on one knee, apparently attempting to seem less threatening.  His flaccid cock dangled placidly.  “Can anyone think of a situation they were in today where they passed up an opportunity to fuck?”

The ensuing silence was threatening to become prolonged.

“Come on,” Consuelo prodded in a much more measured tone.  Her arms were folded under her tits and she was mounting a slight smile. Her stance was more closed, pursing her pussy lips again. “I promise not to bite your head off if you share.”

Marvin’s hand went up.  Both counselors acknowledged him with a simultaneous nod.

“I probably passed up two chances for a fuck today,” he confessed.

“What were the situations?” Their female counselor asked.

“Well, my roommate told me she had a fuck date this morning and that was fine – at first.  But then I started to obsess about it.  I wound up passing up a chance to make a fuck date of my own after the morning session – I had done that every other morning so far.  Then I just hung out waiting for her to be available at lunch.  Then at lunch we got into this heavy discussion about our relationship and we wound up fucking.”

He paused as though recalling a painful experience.

 “ … And then during the social hour, I just couldn’t concentrate on talking to the girls I was with because I was watching my roommate from across the room and thinking I didn’t want to miss her for the tea time fuck.”

As he finished, he glanced at Amy.  His caring for her was obvious but his ambivalence about that caring was equally in evidence.  He knew what she now realized – that what they were pursuing was wrong in this context.  In a flash, she had a new perspective on what had been happening.  In her desire to make an emotional connection with this boy – make him her boyfriend, her man – she hadn’t remained in balance with who she was, where she was in her life and what she was here for.  He had responded to her in kind, probably attempting to address her signals of need.  She was feeling incipient guilt for her behavior.

Consuelo’s gaze had softened during Marvin’s “confession.”  Her change in demeanor seemed to cause a general rustling of discomfort in the room.

“I know it’s difficult to keep putting yourself out there and soliciting fucks, but it’s like any other exercise: No pain, no gain.”  She was measured and earnest.  “And this monogamy …” She shook her head, managing to convey regret and disappointment rather than disapproval.  “It’s a trick to make an exclusive relationship work – a trick that most kids your age aren’t capable of pulling off.  And when a monogamous commitment starts getting wobbly, you start getting into behaviors that are motivated by possessiveness, jealousy, guilt – the whole ugly trio.  We’re trying to keep you from going there.”

Jeff nodded, then took over.  He got to his feet.

“What you need to do,” Jeff picked up in the same even vein, “is whenever you’re with someone of the opposite sex, get into the habit of thinking how you can turn the encounter into sex.  The fact that you’re with them means they’re a cellmate, a teammate, a band mate, a floor mate – whatever.  Make them a fuck mate.  Get into the habit of looking for the fucking opportunity with everyone you meet.  Be assertive.”

“And just let’s be clear,” his partner concluded.  “This isn’t just a requirement for the sake of making you do something.  We’re getting you to fuck freely because it is an enriching and growing experience.  You do it for yourselves.”

Jeff attempted to end on a high note by wishing everyone a great tomorrow.  He wound up the meeting as usual with the couple assignments.

Amy and Marvin arrived at the appointed room right behind their hosts.  They were Carl and Eve.  The former was an obvious GVC, but Eve was just as obviously of mixed ethic heritage. During the CC greeting she made a joke about being a South Pacific mutt.  Her light brown skin was a settling for an arresting montage of features borrowed from various races.  Her body was no less attention-getting.  Her high, firm breasts were rivaled only by the high rise of her vulva cleft and the thickness of her lower lips.  On appraisal, one could not escape the notion that she was custom-built for the sex act. 

Both couples were volleyball hopefuls and therefore casually acquainted.  As they reclined at the four corners of Carl and Eve’s bed, the chatter fell to Coach Cochrane’s practice of having the team members fuck each other.  Opinion was overwhelmingly positive.  They agreed that the freshmen had been made to feel much more a part of the group by having sex with upper class team members.

As the conversation evolved, they all agreed they couldn’t imagine what it was like in times past when athletes performed encumbered by textiles. 

“Yeah, the Greeks had the right idea about how sports should be played.  It’s amazing that we lost sight of how practical nudity was for so long,” Carl observed.

“It wasn’t just practical,” Amy observed.  “When Greek boys got together, it was as much about sex as it was sport.  And they didn’t need girls.”

“That’s probably true,” Marvin agreed with a grin.  “They’d race and then relax by boning each other.  I wonder if the winners fucked the losers.”

“Well, the boy-on-boy part aside, I think they were right about the sex, too,” Eve rejoined.  “I know I get pretty horny after a match.  All those sweaty, naked bodies swirling around me put me in the mood.  I usually try to get fucked if I can find a partner.  I’m glad the coach takes the guesswork out of it.”

“Well, one thing for sure about sports and sex is that you have to compete first and fuck afterward.” This was Carl’s contribution.  “After a fuck, your legs are like spaghetti.”

“Wonder if there has ever been a study how long you have to wait after a fuck so that it doesn’t affect your play,” Amy mused.

“Sounds like a good target for a Google-Plex,” Marvin offered.

Amy thought a moment.

“Actually, I probably have some data on that – from personal experience.”

“So what’s your personal data?” Carl asked.

“It was an experience I had while playing golf.”

“Golf?”  Marvin was speaking for their companions as well as himself with his skeptical reaction. 

“Yeah, when I was playing golf with my father.”

Marvin raised an intrigued eyebrow.

“Golf?  Your dad?  I’ve got feeling this is an interesting story.  Wanna share?”

That caused her to pick up her recollection of that weekend visiting her father.

Awakening to bright sunshine, she took her time digesting her surroundings.  The general outline of the previous night’s adventures finally reassembled itself in her mind.  It was then that she rolled over to confirm the identity of her bedmate.  Still inhabiting the Land of Nod, Tony was lying on his front, his face turned toward her.  The sheet swathed only his lower legs, leaving the rest of his naked back open for appraisal.  Amy reaffirmed her conclusion that her father had hooked her up with a very well appointed specimen of young manhood.  She would have to remember to thank him.

On further reflection, Tony had proven to be more than a stimulating sex partner.  He had, after all, been very solicitous of her last night.  She had had a great adventure in his company, fucking in public for the first time and it had seemed so … so natural.   He’d made her feel comfortable – not pressuring her, just setting opportunities before her.

Her father – where had he gotten to?  Her mind kicked into a higher gear as she recalled her last glimpse of him and Carrie last night.   How had they wound up the night?  Were they going to be ready and able to follow through on today’s plans?

Unable to remain in bed and concluding that Tony would have no immediate need for her, she resolved to begin preparing for the day.  A mist shower, removal of the remnants of last night’s war paint and getting her hair into an acceptable arrangement were accomplished in due course.  She thought she was taking her time, but a recheck of the bedroom disclosed that it hadn’t been long enough for Tony to rejoin the living. Reconnoitering the premises seemed like a good plan.

The living area had various entertainment alternatives.  She addressed the vid set up in a low voice in deference to her sleeping companion.  There was no hesitation about what she would access. She called up Tony’s MeTu site.  Once on, she noticed that there was an extra tab apparently available to him but not the general public.  Selecting it she found full length recordings of Tony fucking each of his posted partners.  Watching one particularly demonstrative dark skinned girl being fucked into ecstasy, her own body began responding, becoming tingly and moist.  The girl was lying on her side being fucked from the rear.  The expression on her face as she achieved orgasm was such that Amy could almost feel the girl’s climax.  The capstone of the piece, however, was when Tony clasped his still-writhing victim close as he shot his cum into her.  White, frothy fluid leaked from the girl’s cunt as her partner thrust jerkily in the throes of his own climax. Amy was mesmerized.  Hugging her breasts, she at last acceded to what she had known she wanted all along: she was going to be on Tony’s website.  She smiled with anticipation. 

When she heard a musical strain emanating from the bedroom, she quickly shut off the vid and composed herself.  She paused to await developments.

Tony was bleary-eyed but focused when he sought her out a minute later.  He was still wearing that cock ring.

“Good morning, partner.  You look good enough to eat this morning.”

He favored her with a rudimentary smile as he slipped his arms around her.

“Morning yourself, Rip van Winkle,” she rejoined with a mild attempt at jocularity.  He was already pressing his body again hers and nuzzling the hollow of her neck. 

When he persisted in grinding his package against her, she began to wonder if he would want to fuck her again.  But he gave up abruptly.  Stepping back he assumed a business-like demeanor.

“That was your dad.  We gotta get moving.  You smell like you’re all fresh.”  He essayed a wry smile.  “Can’t say the same about me.”  Given the sampling she had just had from the close contact with him, she was inclined to agree.  “So it’s on me to catch up.”  As he backed away, he turned to go.  “Don’t look for anything to eat.  One: I don’t have anything around; Two: Doug is taking us to brunch.”

Not having anything better to do, she trailed him into the bathroom. As she watched him go through his routine, he conversationally provided details of their plans for the day.  He made no reference to what they had shared the night before.  Perhaps he considered it too routine to be worthy of comment.  She put that thought away before it could begin corroding her fragile self-confidence.

When they boarded the robotic PV, Tony was toting a set of golf clubs.  He was wearing a yellow half-top and a pair of golf shoes.  In the intervening expanse of naked skin between those two items of raiment, his smooth cock and balls seemed like an appropriate costume accessory.  No cock ring today. 

He explained that his tasteful top was collared, complying with the old, pre-nudity dress code of the very traditional country club at which they would be playing.  The rule apparently never mentioned pants.  At one time, the shirt requirement was probably maintained as part of a rear guard action against surging nudity.  Now it was just a quaint relic of the past.  He further confided that women were required to wear skirts or shorts.  In response to her question, he merely smiled and stated that Doug and Carrie had a wardrobe solution for her that would meet club requirements.

The other couple seemed none the worse for wear when they met at her father’s place.  Amy barely had time to greet her dad with a kiss and give him a critical once-over before a completely naked Carrie – boobs bouncing merrily – whisked her off for a fashion consultation.  It turned out that the “skirt” was little more than a sand-colored belt that rode low on her hips.  A pleated fringe made up the balance of the garment.  The lower most edge of the fringe did not seriously threaten to cover any her ass or pussy.  Of course, no true sportswoman would consider wearing anything underneath.  The rest of the ensemble consisted of a matching eye shade and high top golf shoes that did not quit before mid calf.  The shoe tops were actually a highly permeable material that permitted free exchange of air between her skin and the atmosphere, rendering them as cool as going barefoot.

Hair redeployed, makeup applied and jewelry accents in place, they were ready to present themselves to their partners.  Carrie applied an approving kiss to Amy’s mouth as they made a final check of their look.  The younger girl happily cooperated, seeking to maximize the pressure of their bare breasts against each other.  Amy reflected that she couldn’t seem to get enough of that breast press.

Amy enjoyed the appreciative reaction of the men as the girls displayed their almost non-existent finery.  She noted how no matter what else a girl might be wearing or not, the guys’ eyes always go to her pussy first.  Guys like to concentrate on essentials, she concluded.

Amy gave a good accounting of herself at the brunch in the process of sating her ravenous appetite.  The excellent cuisine presented at the club restaurant did little to encourage self-control.  Her father seemed amused by her rapaciousness. 

The practice tees were another matter.  Amy was extremely rusty and not connecting well.  There was no shortage of helpful advice from her companions, but that only seemed to make it worse.  A compounding problem was compensating for the motion of her breasts as she swung.  Finally, Carrie took pity on her, shooed away the males, talked to her soothingly and then coached her on a few fundamentals.  More relaxed, Amy observed Carrie’s style.  She got the distinct impression that the other girl had played quite a bit.  When Amy complimented her on her swing, Carrie shared that since she’d hooked up with Amy’s father, when she wasn’t fucking she was golfing.

The round went better than Amy expected.  Even though she was by far the poorest player in the foursome, she did manage make some good shots and her short game was improving with each hole.  Feeling some of the pressure come off she began to enjoy the afternoon. 

She liked watching the guys tee off.  The way their cocks lagged the swing and then bobbed forward as they watched the ball depart was very appealing.  Carrie cut quite a figure in the box as well.  Her breasts traced out a neat outward and then return arc as she executed her smooth, effortless swing.  That, and the way her hip motion rolled her cunt from full frontal to profile as the ball flew downrange added up to a picture of athletic grace.

Watching was a game for the males, too.  It was not lost on her how they casually moved to stand behind the female that was bent over her putter.  Amy made sure she put on a good display, spreading her legs a bit further than really needed as she set up.

While waiting for their turns, Tony would occasionally stand beside her and cup her ass or tit.  She took it in stride until she realized from watching Carrie that reciprocation was expected.  Their return touches had the guys compensating for erections as they teed off on the ninth.  Neither of them drove well.  That was a condition at could not be allowed to persist.

At the turn, they took a pause while each of the couples fucked in their carts.  Propped in the corner of the bench seat, Amy’s legs swayed in the air as Tony’s cock stroked her cunt vigorously.  Amy enjoyed the interlude when she could once again watch Tony’s face as he pumped his load into her cunt.  All in all, it was a welcome release of the pent up sexual tension of the front nine.

However, a price was paid.  Their gimpy legs were not conducive to good tee shots on the tenth.  Only Carrie seemed to rise above it and hit well.  As she watched the ball land in the middle of the fairway, she casually swept the post-coital seepage from her pussy lips and rubbed it between her thumb and fingers.  She finally allowed herself a smirk as they prepared to take off in pursuit of their balls. 

“So, okay, the 10^th hole was bad for 3 out of four participants,” Carl analyzed.  “How did everyone do on the 11^th?”

“Uh, I guess everybody was pretty much back to normal.”  Amy considered.  “Of course, I kept thinking about the fuck and feeling my pussy tingle, so I’d say it was distracting for a while afterward.”

“Hmm,” Marvin observed, “not very definitive data.  I propose to repeat the experiment with better controls.”

“And a much larger study population,” Carl contributed, getting into the spirit of Marvin’s mock analysis.

“I don’t play golf, but I’d be glad to learn so I can get laid on the turn,” Eve said with faux gravity.  “Of course, we’d have to have duplicate experimental runs to establish scientific repeatability.”

“Good point,” Marvin agreed.  “But we should get into training so that we’re all conditioned and can eliminate that as a variable.”

“I’m down with that,” Eve declared.  “Let’s start right away.”

The girls were fucked while lying on their sides facing each other with the boys taking them from behind.   It was Amy’s suggestion, remembering her experience with Tony.  It apparently had been his preferred position.  She saw the merit in his choice.  In a foursome situation it allowed everyone to simultaneously participate and engage in voyeurism.  Amy found watching Marvin’s white cock slide in and out of Eve’s exotic looking body an engrossing turn-on.  It helped that the darker girl was very demonstrative as she climbed the arousal spiral.  There was something about the way she moaned and clawed the bed while her facial expression conveyed helpless ecstasy that made witnessing her being fucked almost as much fun as getting fucked oneself.

Carl stuck to his script.  His persistent effort drove Amy into a vortex of passion that caused her to climax.  As she announced her orgasm to her companions, she clutched at her pussy, cupping the shank of her assailant as he pressed into her.  He paused until she ceased her struggles and then fucked her limp body until he was forced to give up his seed to her.

When she reopened her eyes, Amy was treated to a classic picture of female sexual fulfillment.  Eve had had drooped so that her head was resting on the bed.  Her body was still constrained by her upper leg which remained tucked behind Marvin’s and his cock which persisted in holding her splayed pussy lips open.  Balance was provided by her outboard arm which passed under her tits that rose and fell as her heavy breathing whispered in and out of her slightly parted lips.  Her eyes were closed and her thick, dark hair draped her neck, but it was the serene half smile that made her suitable for framing.  There’s girl who really enjoys her fucking, Amy thought appreciatively.

Once they had cleaned up, they repaired to the lounge.  George and Indu were there with their respective roommates.  George’s partner was Simon, a medium complected Afro boy with a ready smile and slim physique.  Hector was at Indu’s side.  Serena appeared alone. 

Given the developments in the floor meeting, Amy wondered if she and Marvin would separate.  She needn’t have worried. Crystal appeared at Marvin’s side.  He tongued her automatically an invited her to join them.  Once seated, Marvin looked at Amy.

“Was there more to that story you were telling?” Marvin asked.

Amy missed a beat.  She wasn’t sure what he meant.  The rest of the party regarded her expectantly.  Indu and George smiled and made encouraging noises.

“The story?  You mean the golf?”

“I mean after that.  It sounded like a pretty full weekend.  I heard what you told the group before about the fuck dance, then there was the fuck golf.  What else did you do?”

“Uh, well …” 

Crystal was one of those waiting.  Being the center of attention was becoming less intimidating.  And, yes there was a story.  With that she resumed her narration.

The back nine was more business-like.  The banter consisted primarily of commentary on individual shots.  It was apparent that the attitude was to get through the round and move on to what was beyond. 

Amy found stimulation observing other players.  Thanks to modern egalitarianism there roughly equal numbers of men and women on the links these days.  This course’s clientele apparently was typical.  Most of the women were somewhat better covered than she and Carrie.  Many apparently found it necessary to constrain their breasts in deference to their swing.  Although not as brief as Amy’s, skirts were short enough to be revealing as their wearers swung away or bent over their putts.  There seemed to be near-unanimity on the point of eschewing underwear.  All of this not withstanding, the foursome in front of them consisted of three men and one woman.  She played wearing nothing but an eye shade and shoes.  Her skirt was draped over her cart rail.  The course marshals seemed not to notice her violation of the rules.  Her companions wore shirts, shoes and half-hard cocks as they watched her take her shots.

Enthusiasm began to ramp up as they approached the 18^th tee.  No one did better than a bogey on that hole and Amy lost a ball to a water hazard, but they set off for the club house in high spirits.  Feeling unaccountably buoyant, Amy sat close to Tony as he piloted the cart.  She attempted to distract him by plying the hair on the back of his neck while her other hand crossed over to hold his cock.  When they had parked he turned toward her for a kiss.  He cupped her breast as he did so.  His cock was hard when they broke off.  He didn’t appear to notice.

Carrie ceremonially removed her skirt as they alighted from their carts.  Amy did not hesitate to copy her.  All of them removed their golf shoes and entered the clubhouse bar barefoot in observance of the posted injunction.

Amy and Carrie mounted barstools, but their companions ignored the adjacent vacant seats in favor of standing on either side of them, each with a foot on the rail.  Amy noted approvingly how this attitude displayed Tony’s rigid cock to maximum advantage.  She suspected that there was a subconscious competition among the men at the bar to affirm their virility before their peers.  It occurred to Amy that the presence of naked women had more than a little to do with the atmosphere.  She sat up straighter and arched her back to thrust her breasts out.  May as well give them some inspiration, she thought.

The alcohol and other stimulants in their drinks raised their energy along with their spirits.  Much jocular conversation ensued as they performed the obligatory ritual of reviewing the highlights of their round.  When discussion petered out during their second round of drinks, discussion turned to the evening’s plans.  Doug proposed that the couples “take a break” and “do their own thing” for a few hours and meet at the game.  Tony readily seconded that proposal as he looked at Amy.  She belatedly agreed after sensing that this was a popular plan.  Carrie emphasized her affirmation by lightly stroking Doug’s cock.  He responded by leaning close to her and slipping his tongue into her mouth. 

The arrangement was rife with ulterior motives.  Amy was acutely aware of one particular elephant in the room.  She was ready to acknowledge him as soon as Tony did.

In the PV, Tony asked Amy if there was anything particular she’d like to do.  He posed the question as his hand stroked her inner thigh lightly.

“Nothing particular – beyond a shower, that is.  Got any suggestions?”

She was thinking about the unfinished business between them.  The sexual tension of the moment was palpable.  Her mind was made up.  The intimacies she’d shared with him had inclined her to accede to his desires.  She was ready to be his trophy and she was excited about the implications.  It was up to him to ask, though.

Tony’s hand stopped stroking and instead slid up her inner thigh to her pussy.  The side of his finger rubbed slowly between the lips of her vulva.  Although it felt good, the principal sensation she was feeling was the excitement of anticipation.  Her heart was pounding and her breathing was heavy as she laid an approving hand lightly on his invading appendage. 

He leaned close to her.  His stiff cock touched her thigh.

“How about if we make a recording while I fuck you?”

She waited until her breath cycled again.

“Okay, why don’t we do that?”

It was impossible to add to that.  Her mouth was occupied with sucking on his newly-arrived tongue.

Their skimpy raiment and shoes remained in a heap on the floor where they dropped them.  No thought was given to neatness during their shower and subsequent tryst.  Tony’s cock found its way into Amy’s cunt repeatedly during that period.  He carefully limited his visits and moved on to other activities to avoid cumming.  She followed his lead as they practiced sex in its various forms in his bed as the recording equipment kept its vigil.  Finally she had an inspiration.  It took a few tries to get it just right, and none too soon.  Tony experienced his release only minutes later while they were trying something else.

“Oh, wow!  That is so hot!” Carrie exclaimed a few hours later as she viewed Tony’s new site entry on her hand-held.  Amy’s father leaned in to get a look.  “Beautiful, Amy,” was all he said before he slipped a hand under her chin to lift it for his congratulatory kiss.  The glow in his eyes made her feel wonderful.

Amy’s posted still was of her standing on one foot with the other on a chair.  A wall provided support for her outstretched arm.  Behind her and partially under her raised leg, Tony’s rigid cock was penetrating her cunt.  He was using a hand to support himself on the chair back as he pushed upward.  His other hand held her waist securely.  Her head was turned over her shoulder where their mouths were in the process of exchanging tongue thrusts.  The strained lines of their bodies emphasized the determined effort of their coupling.

Carrie was still studying the image as they settled into their seats in the virtual arena.  The actual match was occurring 250 kilometers overhead in orbit.  The teams would compete in zero gravity, providing a spectacle of weightless air ballet.  The audience in this venue would see the contest in real time as 3D images. 

“I’m jealous,” Carrie confided as she stowed the instrument.  “My picture on his site isn’t nearly as provocative.  I have better shots on other guys’ sites.”

Amy perked up.

“You’re on multiple sites?  How many?”

“Must be getting on toward ten now.  It’s pretty popular in college – actually competitive for some.  I read about some girl who’s on – I forget how many hundred sites.  She didn’t even look that spectacular,” Carrie sniffed.

Amy and Carrie were in the center with Tony next to Amy and Doug on the opposite side.  They, along with a goodly portion of their fellow spectators were essentially naked – all the better to watch naked spall, no doubt.  Many of the audience were wearing headbands or arm garters in the colors of their respective teams.   Quite a few had opted for body paint, some with arresting designs that took clever advantage anatomical topography.  The large size and exceptional enthusiasm of the crowd was understandable since this was the deciding game of a semi-final series that lead to a world championship.

This professional league was for the mixed-sex spall (that is, “space ball”).  Each side was composed of equal numbers of men and women.  All competitors were nude except for the arm and head bands and the numeral painted on their backs.  Since feet were used to manipulate the ball and to redirect the players as they caromed off the resilient walls of the cylindrical playing volume, foot ware was also absent.

The pre-game festivities included archival recordings of championships past.  One memorable clip showed the strapping, mixed race female co-captain of last year’s winning team on all fours being systematically gang-banged by her male teammates as part of the impromptu post-game celebration.  It had become such a famous image that the recipient of the group sexual attention got an endorsement for construction equipment that included the tag line: “I can take it and so can Centipede.”

During play, the audience was a continuous cacophony screams, cheers, groans and gasps.  The nearly infinite number of vid pickups was directed by an automated tracking system that continually delivered startling images in larger than life size.   Amy flinched repeatedly as the enormous ball seemed to come barreling directly for her head or the goalie’s tree limb size forearm swept toward her mid section. 

When the view drew back to a fuller court perspective, the players who had lost momentum could be seen slowing sinking toward the wall under the influence of the weak artificial gravity provided by the rotation of the pressurized spacecraft.

Carrie was very into the proceedings, jumping up and whooping with the best of her fellow spectators.  She hugged both Doug and Amy by turns.  At a couple of points, she leaned across Amy to kiss Tony.  When the match ended in their favor, Doug picked her up and placed her on his shoulders so that she could lead the nearby fans in group exaltation.

As the post game social at the bar wound down, Amy found herself alone with her father when the other two found reasons to absent themselves.

“How’s the weekend so far?” her father asked.

Although he attempted to make the inquiry lightly, it was evident that he was keenly interested in the answer.

“Eye opening,” she replied with deliberate emphasis.  Her chin was propped on her fist as she leaned on the table.  She was grinning.

He returned her smile as he visibly relaxed.

“I can see you mean that in a good way.  I guess Tony is taking good care of you.”

Amy dropped her arm and leaned forward.  She maintained the smile.

“He’s been just right.  Sometimes he lets me watch from a safe distance and when I’m ready, he takes me right in.  I’m glad I let you talk me into giving him a try.”

“What’s the most interesting thing you’ve learned?”

She didn’t hesitate.  She’d been analyzing her experience right along.

“That you can have amazing sex without any emotional involvement.  I thought I wouldn’t be comfortable with that, but with Tony it just seems so normal.  We please each other and don’t owe each other anything afterward.”

As he slowly nodded, the approval she saw in her dad’s face was gratifying.

“I think you’re going to be quite a slut.”

“Like Mom?”

“Like nobody.  You’re going to be a great slut on your own terms.”

When she drew back from the prolonged kiss her eyes were unaccountably misted over.

Amy went home with Tony.  She initiated the sex play in the PV.  She coyly licked his cock and balls without actually taking him into her mouth.  It was obvious he was waiting for her to suck him, but she continued the tease.  When they arrived, she led him inside by his hard cock. 

She rode him while he lay recumbent.  He watched through half-open eyes as she strove to bring them both off.  When he had spent himself inside her, she lay down on top of him. 

“You’ve been so sweet this weekend.  Thank you.”

His eyes snapped open.  He assumed a worried look.

“Oh God, don’t let that get around.  It’ll ruin my reputation for callous insensitivity.”

She raised herself to look at his face and grinned.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.  I owe you after all.”

His expression changed to quizzical.  She responded to his unasked query.

“You made me famous by putting me on your webpage.”

He chuckled.

“If your dad’s right, I’ll be the one being made famous by having you as one of my fucks.”

It was her turn to be amused.

“Then remember to cut me in when you start charging for your autograph.”

He seemed receptive to cuddling, so she lay down on him and exchanged oral salutations until a delicious fatigue claimed her.  Sometime in the night she awoke to find Tony rolling her off him onto her back.  She assumed he was trying to get comfortable.  Then she felt his fingers exploring her pussy.  She moaned and writhed in response to the sensation.  Still half asleep, she felt him mount her and enter her.  He fucked her gently, allowing her to actually doze off and on.  She regained wakefulness when he ground against her for his climax.  Her hands clasped his torso as he bucked and shuddered.  It seemed only moments later that he was asleep on top of her.

“So you’re on this guy’s page?” Marvin observed as he lay on his side next to her after they had returned to their room and bed.  She noted that his cock was half-hard. “You know, for a girl who says she doesn’t have much experience, you seem to have lived a pretty full life up ‘til now.”

Amy reflected as she lay propped on her pillow.  She extended a hand to lightly stroke his cock with her finger tips.

“Maybe the experiences I’ve had were more exciting than I’d thought.”

“And for what it’s worth, you’re more than pretty good at telling a story.” 

There was admiration in his smile.  She was gratified by that.  She couldn’t tell whether it was because of his regard or because of her achievement.  Probably both.  The hell with Jeff and Consuelo, she was going to give herself to this guy as much as she wanted.

He interrupted her train of thought by leaning over to her.  They petted for a while before drifting off to sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED ...