Freshman Orientation

Friday – Earlier

Amy used her prerogative as the first one awake to jump Marvin.  His morning woody facilitated the process.  She rode him until he surrendered his seed, which he did with delicious vigor.  Once that had been accomplished, they fairly exploded from the bed and raced for the hyg.  Nature’s demands can not be denied.

Breakfast was a breezy affair.  It seemed as though the pressure of earlier in the week had all dissipated.  Everything about the unfolding day seemed as routine as if they had been doing it for years – just another day on the job.  Even Elle seemed relaxed and unconcerned.

As Serena and Elle chatted during their walk to the first session, Amy reflected that this was the last full day of orientation.  Change was in the air.  No matter what had ensued during the week, it no longer mattered.  Something new was coming over the horizon.  A feeling of anticipation began to overtake her.

Mr. Yang didn’t let the vapid mood persist.  His opening remarks recognized the situation, but he reminded them of the business that brought them together.  This morning his challenge to the cell was to review the changing attitudes toward sex over the recent past.

“One of the indicators of how our perceptions have changed is our use of certain words,” Mr. Yang noted.  “We now use ‘fuck’, ‘cunt’ and ‘cock’ in polite conversation when not too long ago those words were considered vulgar if not obscene.  No ‘decent’ person would use those in polite company.  Another good example is the word ‘slut.’  That used to be a pejorative term for a female that fucked indiscriminately.  It indicated that she was immoral and worthy of contempt.  Now it is a proud label for any woman or girl who is reasonably sexually active with more than one partner – something all of you aspire to be known as.”

“My great grandma told me that there was a time when you could stop a polite conversation in its tracks by saying ‘penis’ or ‘vagina,’” Jet chimed.

Their counselor smiled and nodded.

“If you go far enough back to, say, Victorian times, practically any mention of anything related to sex was off the table.  But then if you went back a bit before that, things were more open in some European societies.  The early days of the French Revolution were pretty free-wheeling.  On the other side of the Victorian Dark Ages, the 1920’s emerged as a more progressive time.  Things went back into the bottle after that, but not as far.

“Some of the evolution of permissive language in public seems weird and even funny to us now.  Main line entertainment barely tolerated expletives like ‘hell’ and ‘damn.’  It had to be a very adult venue in the first half of the 20^th century to tolerate that sort of expression.  In the 1950’s comedians were jailed for pubic indecency for saying the kinds of words or touching on the kind of topics that we consider too routine to notice.  And they were performing before adult audiences!  Some tolerance set in later, but even in the 1970’s and 80’s, a single use of the word ‘fuck’ in a movie would get a restrictive rating that would keep people of your age from seeing it.

“During the second half of the 20^th century there were what were referred to by one pundit as the ‘Seven Deadly Words.’  Uttering them in the course of public broadcast would insure that performance’s being censored or banned.  What were those words?  Does anyone know?”

There was a stir but no one spoke up.  Finally Serena shrugged.

“One’s got to be ‘fuck,’” she opined.

Mr. Yang nodded.

“That’s the easy one.  How about other guesses?”

“Cunt and cock.” It was Indu being uncharacteristically vocal.

“Only half right.  ‘Cock’ was not on the list, but a derivative of it was.”

“Cocksucker?” Elle offered.

“Right.  We have three.  What else?”

The freshmen looked around but no one had anything.

“I guess we give up,” Jet observed when the silence became prolonged.

“Piss, shit, motherfucker and tits,” their counselor pronounced without inflection.

There was silence for a beat and then giggles.  The giggles gave way to scattered laughter.

“Are you serious?” Serena’s incredulity was obvious.  “They really banned those words?”

“From public broadcast,” Mr. Yang qualified while he nodded.  Then he added, “There was actually a court case as a result of their being used that went to the Supreme Court.  The purveyors of that horrendous smut – the production company – lost the case.”

A murmur of shock filled the room.  Amy glanced sideways and saw some of her cellmates sitting bolt upright in surprise.

“Were ‘piss’ and ‘tits’ really considered obscene back then?”  Lisa asked.

“No, just too vulgar for general audiences,” came the reply.  “And they weren’t outlawed by the government.  You couldn’t get arrested for using them.  They were just considered inappropriate by Federal regulatory authorities.  And they had the power to fine and ban individuals and companies that said them on the airwaves.”

He looked hard from face to face.  “What is noteworthy is that Congress could never have passed a law banning these words outright – that was too obviously a violation of the First Amendment.  Instead, speech was being regulated by bureaucrats who oversaw the broadcast industry without regard to the requirements to respect the right of free speech.  They did so on the basis of ‘community standards’” – his fingers framed the quotation marks – “which meant since these broadcasts were nationwide, they had to be inoffensive to the most sensitive standard that could be imagined – the famous lowest common denominator or LCD.”

“But as time went on, everything became acceptable, right?” Elle asked during a pause.

“Yeah, eventually.  But how long did it take?”  Mr. Yang’s intensity seemed to diminish.  He was back in instructional mode.  “Let’s return to our old friend ‘fuck.’  How long do you suppose it took from the time that it came into general usage before it got legitimate for public usage?  Anyone know?”

Amy knew.  Her hand shot up. 

“Over 500 years,” she said as soon as she had caught his eye.

“Very good.  That word appeared in an English dictionary around 1500.  We don’t know how long it had been in use before that.  There is some indication that it may have been around in the mid 1200’s.”

He paused while that sank in.

“Let’s draw this to a point.  And the point is this:  If you can’t talk about it, the act itself is in effect outlawed – driven underground.  If you saw American TV programs that were made in the 1950’s you’d be hard pressed to know that there was anything called sex.  However, you would have had no difficulty finding violence.  Murder was rampant on the airwaves.  Young children watched dozens of homicides each day but were vigilantly protected from sex.  It sent an imponderable message as to what society considered acceptable. 

“One other item of note was that the government as owner and custodian of the airwaves studied the content of TV programming during this period.  They concluded that it contained almost nothing of merit.  TV was labeled ‘a vast wasteland’ devoid of educational or intellectual merit.  Nevertheless, the government did nothing to unshackle the broadcasters, so the condition continued until the 1970’s when cable TV became available to a wide audience.  Since cable programming was consumer-paid and arrived over a wire, it was outside the rules of the government broadcast regulators.  When cable drew a larger segment of the audience over time, the broadcasters were forced by competition to upgrade and liberalize their content.  The regulators had to give ground.  Sex peeked out of the closet at last.

“There still wasn’t a happy ending.   As cable expanded, they couldn’t get enough revenue from subscriptions.  They needed advertisers.  The advertisers wanted to be shown a really large audience, so cable back-slid toward the LCD in the 1990’s.  Nudity and overt sex was a casualty of that trend once again.

“Things kept changing, though.  The medium that became widespread at that time was the Internet.  As people realized the commercial possibilities of the ‘Net, guess what the number one business became?”  He grinned.  “Altogether now.”

A disjointed chorus of ‘sex’ and ‘porn’ emerged from the group.  Mr. Yang’s grin persisted as he nodded affirmation.

“Right.  Does that tell you what the public really wanted, what it was being starved for, what it was being denied?”  He took a breath and continued in a quieter vein.  “Of course, the guardians of public morality took off after that, too, but it was too big a trend.  They sniped at internet sex in the name of child porn for a while, but by that time the dam had broken.  Public nudity and sex, the Program and all of the other elements of our modern social awareness had burst out.  Competition among media outlets for the consumer dollar did the rest.

“The take-away lesson that we will be driving home at Farleigh over the course of your attendance here is that freedoms and rights are hard-won and must be defended if they are going to be kept and enjoyed.  That goes double for your right to be nude and have sex as you choose.”

Mr. Yang stopped and refolded his arms that had been gesticulating for emphasis.  He mounted a wry smile.

“I didn’t mean for that to become a harangue.  But those of you who will be in my social studies classes will become familiar with how I can get wound up in certain topics.  It’s one of the hazards of being passionate about what you do.

“Any questions or comments?”  There were none.  Amy had been electrified by some of the things their counselor had declaimed.  It was sobering to think for how long how many people had lived under the repressive forces of an arbitrary moralist minority.  But her mind was too buzzed to consider commenting.

“Okay,” Mr. Yang said at last.  “Let me say a few words to close.  First: this will be our last session of the week.  There won’t be any get-togethers over the weekend and on Monday we start the semester.  Throughout the first semester we’ll have weekly cell meetings.  Check your schedule to see when they’re being held.  The day and venue is deliberately rotated to keep things fresh and varied.

“Second: Saturday you are free to go into town – as a matter of fact, you’re encouraged to go.  It’s kind of a test run to take your new attitude and knowledge public.  We don’t expect you to clump together and travel as a herd.  We expect you to disperse and interact with the locals.  Of course, remember that while you’re there you represent Farleigh and our philosophy.  Let that guide your actions.”  He paused.  “Does anyone know what the word is for what you’re going to be doing?”

Several hands went up.  Mr. Yang called on Lisa.

“Outreach,” she declared.  “It was a part of the original Program.”

“Right.  We’ve moved beyond the Program these days but some of the elements are alive and well here at Farleigh.  We stay in touch with the community so we don’t become isolated and surrounded by suspicion.  That is a very real possibility for a boarding school like this one that draws its students mostly from outside the area.  Therefore, what you’ll be doing is not a casual lark, it is an essential part of our program.”

With that, the talk turned to the mundane.  Mr. Yang went on to add that transportation would be provided and that details would be announced in the floor sessions.  There were also a few words about safety and avoiding trouble. “But otherwise, you should use this as an opportunity to relax and have fun.  And if you have the opportunity to hook up with a local boy ... well, take it.”  He gave them a knowing smile.

“And the third thing is that the upperclassmen are arriving on Sunday.  We want you all to be around and turn out to mingle with them.  They have instructions to be cordial to you as the older students were when they were newly-arrived freshmen.  There will not be any hazing and you are not required to perform any services for them.  If the opportunity presents itself, sex with them is your choice, not their right.”

He looked around one more time.  He was in his signature pose: hands on hips, shoulders back, pelvis forward and cock just-right chubby, lifting off his balls.

“Oh, and those of you who are avid readers of your activities schedule will

notice that we’ve changed up things for this afternoon.  Most of your regular activities have been preempted.  Pay attention, please.”

He paused for the space of a breath.

“Any questions?”

After a brief silence he dismissed them.  Serena gained her feet and grinned at Amy and Elle.

“My turn to ride the love rocket.”

“Good luck,” Amy offered.

“Don’t need it,” Serena assured her.  She tossed her head in the direction of Mr. Yang.  “He may need it, though.  I trained for this session by cracking a kilo of walnuts with my cunt.”

Amy and Elle laughed unreservedly at that idea.  Serna was obviously gratified by the reception her humor received.  She said something about letting them know “how he holds up” before joining their counselor at the door.

“I think the Yang-man’s in for a challenging day,” Elle opined as they exited the room.

At Amy’s quizzical expression, she continued.

“My figuring is that he’s taking on Serena in the morning and the irrepressible Ms. Bodette in the afternoon.  That should be a challenge for any cock-slinger, even the mighty Asian Elephant.”

On reflection, Amy had to agree.

Amy’s next period included a session with the nurse – the campus PA – for a “baseline examination.”  From talking to girls who had had it earlier in the week, this didn’t sound too intimidating.  The best part was that the period was a series of individual appointments.  Hers wasn’t for a half hour.  That afforded her the luxury of getting a jump on that relentless journal.  She found a stall in the library and fell to.

Having reduced the first part of the morning to a couple hundred well-chosen words, Amy was in a mellow mood when she appeared in the student health center waiting room.  She spotted George among the seated waiters.   The latter was giving her attention to a seat-mounted video display.  She seemed more than willing to put it aside at Amy’s approach.

Amiable greetings exchanged, George disclosed that her own appointment was not due for another 15 minutes or so.  Noting in the instructions that she should refrain from sex for at least an hour prior to her exam, she had decide to tag along with Indu.  The latter was in the examining room as they spoke.

“So, are you excited about getting a new roommate?”  George asked.  It was obvious that George was.

“I haven’t thought about it much,” Amy replied tentatively.  “I kind of like the one I have, but I guess change is good.”

“I think it’s the best,” her companion insisted with a merry smile.  Her pink-nippled boobs jiggled as she accompanied her emphatic declaration with a wag of her shoulders.  “I can’t wait to see who I draw – although it doesn’t matter.  Y’know: Cock-a-doodle-do, any cock’ll do.”

Amy ventured a smile as she contemplated losing Marvin.  She found her feelings very ambivalent.

“Not that I don’t like the guy I have now.  Simon has been great and I’d never had sex with an Afro guy before.  But the idea of getting to sleep with a new guy really has my engine running.  Actually, I hadn’t slept overnight with any guy before I got here.  Now I can’t imagine slipping between the sheets without a nice, fat cock waiting for me.”

“What nice, fat cock?”

It was Indu standing beside them, her examination apparently completed.  Amy automatically checked out her vulva and concluded she looked none the worse for wear.  It occurred to her that her glancing at a girl’s crotch upon each meeting was getting to be habit.

George explained the context of her remark as Indu slipped into the seat on the other side of Amy. 

“Well, I do like the idea of sharing a bed with a boy,” Indu observed, showing her startlingly white teeth in a shy smile, “but it’s not the sex – or not just the sex – I just like to know that I have a home base at the end of the day.  I like to know there’s a boy who’s mine and who’s expecting me to be with him.”  When her pause didn’t draw a comment, she seemed more self-conscious.  “I guess that’s kind of an old-fashioned idea.”

George fixed her with a look of mock disapproval.

“Zis girl requires ahttitoode ahjustment,” George observed in an ambiguous, sinister accent.  “Vee hof vays of makink you fock.  Vee vill cure you ov your deesgostink monogahmoose tendencies, my dear.”

George was able to hold in character for a few seconds after the others had dissolved into laughter before joining them.

“Amy?”

Three of them looked up in unison at the naked boy who had appeared beside them.

“Uh, yeah.”  Amy missed a beat before replying.  He was a medium everything GVC guy with prominent cheek bones and close-cropped kinky brown hair.  His cock went with the rest of him: medium.  He was wearing a Junior-colored necklace.

“Your turn.”

He smiled professionally as she rose to follow him. 

“By the way, I’m Matt.”

He led her into the examining room and closed the door behind them.

“You can have a seat on the table and take off your shoes.”

As she complied with that non-request, she wondered about the process.  She had been expecting a PA.

“I’m just going to ask a few questions and take some data before the PA comes to do the exam.”

She was reassured, so much so that she answered his questions without hesitation. They simply spoke to each other across a distance of about two meters.  Apparently their exchange was being recorded by unseen equipment.  Any vaginal discomfort before or after sex this week?  Any unusual discharges?  Blood?  Attempted anal sex?  Any nausea?  Breast soreness?  Abdominal cramps?  Leg cramping?  She was beginning to get fidgety by the time they finished with possible urinary abnormalities.

As if on cue, the PA breezed through the door as the last question was being answered.  She was a full-busted, coppery redhead with a prominent mons.  The only sign of her professional office was her “practical” white, thick-soled shoes.  Aside from that, she was perfectly nude, perpetually smiling and seemed very much in charge.

“So, Amy m’lass, how has your week been?” the new arrival chirped brightly as she bustled about.

“Uh, fine.”  Then, thinking she was being too guarded, she added, “Really good.  I’ve been having a good time.  And I feel ... great.”

The PA crossed to Amy who adjusted her posture in an attempt to look as bright and healthy as possible.

“I’m Suzanne, by the way, your friendly neighborhood PA.”

She introduced herself almost absent-mindedly as she looked Amy over from uncomfortably close range.  Still, the PA made no attempt to touch her.  Finally, Suzanne turned her head aside to check a monitor display at the head of the examining table.

“No complaints, I see,” she remarked as she turned back to Amy and looked her full in the face for the first time.  “So we’re just going to perform a few basic tests – no more invasive than usual – to get some sense of what state you’re in now so we can compare it to some future state when you might be having problems.”

With that preamble, Suzanne asked Amy to lie down full length on the table with her arms at her sides and relax.  The PA invited her to close her eyes, if that would facilitate relaxation.  Amy did.  She knew what was occurring.  The examination table was passively recording her vital signs from pulse rate to blood oxygen level with its embedded network of sensors.

“Okay, good,” Suzanne said presently.  “Let’s move on to the next stage.  I’m going to ask Matt to raise your shoulders” a hum ensued while Amy felt the top of the table incline “and ask you to get into the stirrups.” 

The table sprouted motorized appendages that articulated and moved into position.  As she raised her legs and engaged the appurtenances, the lower end of the table retracted, creating walking space between her legs.  This was a familiar enough medical setting.

“And now for the main event,” the examiner announced as she stepped up to Amy’s waiting vagina.  “First a few non-contact measurements …”

She held the white wireless instrument within a couple dozen millimeters of Amy’s open cunt and moved it back and forth and up and down as she watched the monitor beyond Amy’s head.  Finally she desisted and smiled as she backed out.

“You look great.  Good blood flow to your labia and everything.  Now comes the fun part.”

She came to the side of the table and proceeded to use the same instrument along the margins of each of her breasts.  Then she made a pass over each of her nipples.

“Breast density’s fine, too,” she called over her shoulder as she turned away.

In a moment she was back between Amy’s legs with a similar size instrument that sported a short snout.  She paused and offered another reassuring smile.

“I think you probably know what this is for.  It will do a quick mapping of your interior.  It will only take a minute.  Are you okay with that?”

Amy nodded readily.  As the PA guessed, this wasn’t the first time she’d had this sort of examination.  Suzanne bent to Amy’s cunt, spreading the lips with her fingers while she positioned the probe in her entrance.  Since the inserted portion was only about 20 or so millimeters long and very much less than that in diameter, Amy was barely aware of its presence inside her.  Again there was a pause while the PA watched the monitor.

Suzanne was more coolly professional as she removed the disposable tip from her instrument.

“Okay.  Now I need a post-stimulation profile.  That’s where we make use of my able assistant.  Unless you object, I’m going to ask Matt to arouse you and penetrate you with his cock.  That will put you in the condition that we need for the last set of readings.  I’ll leave the room while you two take care of that and then come back to do the test.  Any problems with that?”

Suzanne punctuated her declaration with a raised eyebrow of inquiry.

Amy was a little surprised, but after five days of Farleigh this seemed like no big deal.

“I’m okay with it,” she replied in what she hoped was a casual voice.

The PA’s smile was immediate.

“Good,” she said.  “I’ll get out of the way.”

Amy didn’t turn her head to follow her progress because Matt promptly replaced the PA between her legs.  She was slightly surprised again.  Matt was hard.

“Hello again.”  He essayed a reassuring smile.  “I’m just going to give you a little pussy suck, then, when you’re ready, I’m going to stick my cock in you so that you’ll be fully stimulated.  Then I let Suzanne take over.  I won’t be cumming inside you.  Okay?”

Amy nodded. 

“Yeah, okay.”

For once, she was not excited about a pending sexual contact.  The clinical setting was not conducive to putting her “in the mood.”  Matt was apparently not daunted.  His placed his hands on either side of her vulva and bent to his task.

He began by licking her slit slowly from bottom to top.  At the completion of that track, his tongue continued its leisurely progress until it found her clit.  Gentle sucking followed the licking and was in turn succeeded by rapid lapping.

As she received the signals of elation from “down there” she began to simultaneously relax in her attitude and respond excitedly to the stimulus.  When his thumbs opened her lips to make way for his tongue, she was already anticipating the next sensation.  This guy knew his business.  The thrust of his tongue did not disappoint.

She was panting when he left off his oral attentions and stood up.  By the time she was able to refocus her eyes to locate him, she was feeling his cock probing for her entrance.  Her gasp confirmed the success of his search.  Three more measured strokes saw him completely inside her.  Without a pause, he continued the same stroking tempo, beginning to fuck her with great results.  She eagerly worked her pussy against his thrusts.  Her panting was a sign that she was ascending her orgasmic curve.

Through the entire process, Matt’s face remained impassive.  His eyes moved over her constantly as though evaluating her condition.  He didn’t miss a stroke when he finally spoke.

“I think we’re ready for you, Suzanne.”  His statement was in a conversational tone.  He never took his eyes off Amy as he spoke.  For a moment, Amy’s passion-numbed mind thought he was speaking to her.  She wondered how he had gotten the names confused.

A moment later, when he pulled out of her and stood aside, she almost whimpered a protest.  She was in some distress when a smiling Suzanne and her instrument replaced him between her legs.

“Ooo, you’re really ready,” the PA crooned as she set to work.  To her side: “I think you overdid her, Matt.”

“Actually,” Matt’s off-stage voice replied, “I think I gave her less stroking than a lot of girls.  She came up fast.”

The PA apparently completed her data gathering and vacated the intra-stirrup space.  She helped Amy recover her legs as the table worked its mechanical transformation to a featureless examination surface.  Amy sat up on command.  Matt lurked in one corner, apparently awaiting instructions.  His cock had drooped considerably.  Amy was unaccountably saddened by that observation.

“Hunh.”  Suzanne was regarding a colored display of a curve on the monitor.  She turned her attention back to Amy, hesitated and then asked Matt to go look for the next examinee.  She pointedly told him to wait while she talked with Amy.

“You really did get aroused fast.  If anything, you were as turned off as any girl when Matt started on you. You were just about to go over when he quit.”  She looked sympathetic.  “That must have been disappointing.  I’m sorry about that.”  Then she looked quizzical.  “This is one episode, but you showed an unusually sensitive reaction to the sexual stimulus.  Has anyone suggested that you’re an exceptional fuck?”

Amy couldn’t help a wan smile.  She admitted that that had indeed occurred.  Not wanting to seem proud of her condition, she very briefly enumerated a few of the plaudits she’d received.  Suzanne listened attentively and then nodded.  The PA informed her that she would make an entry in Amy’s records about her observations.  Since the records were confidential, her findings would not be shared with any of the faculty, but that it might be “good” to have it noted.

George and Indu were not in evidence when Amy regained the waiting area.  Just as well, what she needed now was not girl friends.  Only somebody equipped with a cock would do.

There was a scattering of guys, moving and stationary, accompanied and alone in the main lounge area.  The male that she immediately homed in on, though, was Mr. Henley.  He was ambling through the room taking casual note of people and goings-on, greeting students he encountered and generally seeming in no particular hurry.  His cock was relaxed.  Amy walked up to him before she had framed any specific thought to do so.  Somehow, she knew he was what she needed now.

He stopped and turned to her salutation, expressed pleasant surprise at seeing her and asked her how things were going.  After an positive response, she decided to follow her impulse.

“Do you have some time now?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah.  I guess so.  What’s up?” He seemed simply quizzical.

“I was wondering if you would fuck me.”  She held her breath after she said it.

“Of course, I’d be glad to.” He hadn’t even hesitated.  “Would you like to go to my office?”

Amy exhaled through a new smile.

“Yes, that would be fine.”

“Come on, then.”

He put a hand in the small of her back as they set off.  By the time they gained the corridor to the faculty offices, the hand was on her waist as his arm looped loosely around her.  When the door opened at his bidding, he guided her inside with a hand on her ass.

Although not a word had passed between them during their transit, Mr. Hanley’s cock had gained firmness and altitude.  She looked at it steadily as she sank to her knees in front of him and appropriated it.  The head found its way into her mouth at the same time her fingers found their way between her moist labia.

After an initial spate of licking and sucking, she felt his hands on her head.  She raised her eyes to her new partner’s face.  He was looking at her with intense interest, but no hint of lust.  One of his hands disengaged.  His fingers gently stroked her cheek, then beneath her chin.  His caresses adopted the same pattern as her sucking.  Their sexual activity began to feel soothing, even tranquil.  She left off stroking herself and just held that hand in place while she savored the moment.

“Would you like me to fuck you now?” His question was delivered in a murmur.

She gave a nod and allowed his now-rampant cock to slide out of her mouth.  He bent down to take her hands and help her to her feet.  She swayed a little.  She deliciously relaxed.  Her cunt felt loose and ready for cock.

She retrieved her hands from him and lay down on the converted couch/bed.  Her legs opened by themselves.  She watched him crawl up between her spread limbs.  Both of the eyes in his head and the one at the end of his cock were intent upon her.  When the latter member passed over her mons without seeking entry, she was momentarily disappointed. 

When his face descended to hers, her mouth was open and awaiting his tongue.  Her eyes closed and her hands found his shoulders.  She was only able to stroke his torso a few times before his mouth disengaged and departed for her lower regions. 

Sometime during his gentle nipple sucking, she felt him enter her.  His entry thrusts were off-center in deference to his curled body, but the sensation was just what the doctor ordered.  She was soon full of cock and ready to be fucked.

He fucked her slowly until she communicated her need through her embracing legs.  He then pumped her at an increased rate.  With her eyes closed, she was aware only of the sensations that were emanating from her cunt.  As her rising passion wrung gasps and moans from her, she gained certainty that her partner was servicing her well.  He varied his assault, his cock finding all of her sensitive spots repeatedly. 

She didn’t last long.  She threw all the energy she had into her orgasm, not overlooking the opportunity to let go of a series of near-screams.  Doggedly, he maintained his thrusting as she peaked and declined.  But she had little energy left.  She pulled him in close to arrest his efforts and allowed them both to relax.

When her eyes fluttered open at last, his face filled her view.  He had that same watchful attentiveness in place.

“Okay?” he asked.

“More than okay,” she smiled wearily.  “That was just what I needed – and more.  Thank you, Mr. Henley.”

He smiled at last.

“Quite alright.  That’s what I’m here for … Well, that and few other things.”

A thought struck her.

“Oh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t let you cum.”

His smile became rueful.

“It’s alright.  I just got done with one of my cell girls, so I haven’t had time to recharge.  I’m just glad I was able to get hard enough for you.”

“Oh, jeeze.  I’m sorry again.  I didn’t think about the time.  I just knew I needed you.”

He looked interested again and asked what set her off.  She told him about the examination.

“I see.  But what made you pick me?”

She thought.

“Don’t know exactly.  Might have been the fact that I was just aroused by a boy who left me flat and I wanted an experienced man for a sure thing.”  She thought some more.  “Actually, what I had in mind was a quick poke – either with me riding or getting it from behind.  I really wasn’t interested in any personal interaction.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“That could be telling.  It makes sense that you would go for a faculty member that you wouldn’t be expected to make any emotional investment in.  With a boy your age, you probably wouldn’t feel right unless your fuck had a beginning, middle and end.”

She replied that she guessed that was so.  Then she voiced her approval of his slowing down their interaction and not acceding to her fevered need.

“Truthfully,” he replied, “I can’t take credit for deliberately doing anything there.  You just looked so appealing the way you were sucking me that I just wanted to pet you.  As soon as I did, you seemed to relax and slow down.  That signaled to me that you wanted a soft fuck”

After saying that, he noted that he was soft.  When he dismounted her, he lay on his side and continued to regard her with interest.

“By the way, your cunt muscles were very active as I fucked you.  I believe I felt the legendary cunt massage.  Very nice.  You’re a very skilled slut.”

She smiled as she raised herself on her elbows and then sat up.

“I don’t know how much skill had to do with it.  I seem to do it unconsciously.”

He sat up too and made ready to get off the bed.

“From what I understand, it’s probably in the genes,” he observed with a knowing smile.  “As they used to say about aristocrats, breeding will tell.”

After repeated thanks, she took her leave and found the hyg.  Her afterglow lasted for only a short time, however.  The nagging little journal voice cut through her euphoria.  Fortunately, this was a free … oh, wait.  What’s that reminder?  She remembered what it was before she looked.  Logan!  She smiled wryly.  If she could have held out, she would not have had to search out Mr. Hanley.  No, she corrected herself, the teacher was the right person for her need.  There was no need to second guess her decision.  The only problem now was that she was sexually satisfied and she had to perform for an expectant partner. 

As she made her way to her rendezvous in the main lounge, however, her concerns fell away.  She had a responsibility to be good sex partner and she was going to be just that.  Logan was going to get a fuck he would remember.

Amy nearly ran to Logan as soon as she caught sight of him.  She slipped her arms around his neck and gave him a full body press as she reached up for her initial tongue touch.  When she broke off the contact, her lips went up beside his ear.

“I so want you to fuck me,” she whispered, making sure her words were accompanied by ample breath on his ear.  When her hand slipped down his front, it encountered a rapidly awakening cock.  The look on his face left no doubt that she had his attention.

He kept his arms around her while he backed her up to a nearby lounger.  He released her after lowering her onto her back and leaned over her as she drew his still-trapped cock to her lips.  Bracing himself on his arms he worked his hips in and out, pumping his cock into her mouth.  His breathing was labored as he watched her sucking through half-open eyes. 

When he pulled out, she spread her legs expectantly.  He didn’t keep her waiting.  Kneeling before her open pussy, he grasped his rigid member and bent to her entrance.  Her head rocked back as she reacted to his first thrust.  He hadn’t tried her with his finger, but the results indicated that would have been unnecessary.  His cock followed the path of her moisture deep into her.  Her breath caught as she felt herself being opened fully.

Her legs were raised by the time their tongues acquired each other.  She was ready to give and take pleasure. 

Raising himself on his arms he watched her face as he reamed his cunt with the root of his cock.  Apparently satisfied with the results, he began the slow strokes of a new fuck.  Her legs clamped and rode his buttocks as she wriggled her hips to find just the right presentation.  As the thrill of her arousal coursed through her body, she moaned and writhed. 

It was sometime later when her excitement was taking her near the breaking point that she noticed her cunt muscles had been busy.  Without consciously bidding them to action, they were vigorously working her visitor.  She was beyond being able to ascertain what effect her muscular activity was having on her partner.  She was also beyond caring.  She went over with a gasp and a strangled cry.

Logan tried to fuck her as her body stiffened under the influence of her orgasm.  It didn’t work.  He hitched and plunged.  She tightened her legs about him as he bucked in throes of releasing his semen into her.

Instead settling down on top of her, he raised himself on his arms and fixed her with an dazed look.  He was still gasping.

“My God, you wrung my cock like a rag.”  He gasped twice more before continuing.  “If your cunt had teeth, I’d be down to a stump.” 

It took a moment for his words to sink in.  Then she smiled.

“Are you complaining?”

He gasped again through a blooming grin.

“Hell, no.  Can we do it again?  Now?”

Amy experienced a moment of concern, thinking he was serious.  Then it occurred to her that he was less prepared to resume their coupling than she was.  She gave her vaginal muscles a pointed clench.  Having confirmed that his cock was shriveling, she added a challenging smile.

“Sure we can.  Whose cock are you planning to use?”

He sniggered. 

“I guess I left my spare cock in my other pants.  I’ll have to take a rain check.”

They both chuckled.  He pulled out of her and sat back on his heels, still between her legs.  She was comfortable providing a view of her open cunt to her partner.  Finally, he looked up to her eyes.

“I feel like I should do homage before this awesome power,” he said spreading his hands in what might have been a prayerful attitude. “I’m talking about this amazing cunt of yours.”

She giggled self-consciously.  On one hand, she was flattered by the good-looking blonde guy kneeling before her sex proclaiming his admiration.  On the other hand, they were in a public area and other people could see and hear.  This was drawing attention.

Her giggle ended in a sharp intake of breath.  Logan had bent to her crotch, placed a hand on either thigh and pressed his lips to her clit.  He followed that with a gentle tongue lap.  That elicited a murmur from her.

She reached down and grabbed him by the hair.  Careful not to pull, she induced him to look at her. 

“That’s enough,” she hissed in a stage whisper.  “You keep this up and I’ll have a gang bang to contend with.”

He grinned rakishly.  His light eyes were very nice, she decided.

“And that’s a problem how?”

It was obvious that he was in a playful mood.  However, she was anxious to end this interview.  Sitting up and drawing her legs in front of her, she forced him back.

“Thanks for the fuck, Logan, but I gotta go.”  She caught herself.  Abruptness was not called for.  He was just being his own version of sweet.  “I mean, we can … pick this up some other time.”

They were both on their feet.  During the process of rising, she took a quick glance.  No one seemed to be paying them any special attention.

He stepped in front of her and put his hands on her elbows.  He looked concerned.

“Are we okay?  I was just kidding around.”

Oh, jeeze.  Wrong message again.  It took her a beat to decide what to do.  She stepped into his embrace, placed her hands on his ribs and put her face up to his.  A lick on his lips elicited an appearance by his tongue.  She sucked it unhurriedly.  When she broke she remembered to smile.

“We’re fine,” she told him quietly.  “I just tend to have a little problem with shyness in a group.”

His smile was soft.

“At least you’re not cock-shy.  That would be a terrible waste.”

“No, I’m fine with cock.” For emphasis, one of her hands slipped down his front and stroked his member.  “And thanks for giving me yours.”

“He’d like to come visit you again.” His smile was mostly gone, replaced with an intent look.

“He’d be very welcome.”

“Floating” might be the way to describe how she felt.  A good fuck that ends with a tender parting scene and a promise of more is good thing for one’s sense of well-being.  Amy decided she had handled her situation just right:  she really hadn’t needed to be fucked but she made up her mind to make it work.  She had given her partner an excellent experience and left him begging for more – of her.  She reflected that she might eventually get good at this.

A little too early for lunch, she reflected.  Not feeling inclined to actually work, she composed a journal entry in her head as she surveyed the cafeteria lounge.  People were coming and going.  Small groups in conversation, watching the entertainment screens or engaging in sex play were scattered around the area.  One guy standing in a mixed group apparently participating in a conversation was displaying a full erection.  His companions seemed to be taking no note of his condition.

Giggles drew her attention to one corner.  Saree was half reclining as Rashid leaned over her sucking her nipples.  It didn’t seem like serious foreplay, but Amy knew that could change in an instant.  Resisting the urge to watch, she continued her reconnoiter. 

Another couple was in the late stages of a fuck across the room.  A closer look showed that Elle was underneath, her legs thrashing the air.  Her partner’s face was turned away but Amy had no doubt of his identity.

As Scott settled down in the wake of his release, Amy moved to turn away.  Elle spotted her, however, called out a greeting.  Amy approached the pair.  The female half of the coupling was in a great post-coital mood.

“Amy!  Welcome to the pre-lunch fuck party,” Elle propounded gaily, albeit a bit breathlessly.

Scott turned to train his refocusing gaze on Amy.  He seemed to be regrouping his thoughts as the effects of his orgasm receded.  Still breathing heavily, he attempted a smile as he raised himself on straight arms.  At the same time, Elle allowed her legs to relax and fall open.  Following the line of her friend’s abdomen, Amy caught a glimpse of the root of Scott’s cock in the splayed lips of his partner’s cunt.  He seemed to make a point of pressing his member into Elle to maintain maximum penetration.

“Oh, hi,” he offered.  His breathing seemed to be under better control.  “We thought we’d knock one off to pass the time.”

“Yeah,” Elle affirmed.  “Just a friendly fuck for fun.”  She paused a beat to consider.  “That was an alliteration.  I just alliterated!”  She apparently considered that hilarious.  Scott only contributed a grin.

“I’m glad you didn’t waste time,” Amy responded tentatively, trying to fall in step with the levity.  But she was distinctly uncomfortable.  Here was one of her best girlfriends being fucked by a boy that she had special feelings for.  The nature of her regard for Scott was still unclear, but the feelings that were being generated by the current situation were equally vague.

Scott was regarding Amy attentively while he stroked his pelvis slightly.  He was probably attempting to get maximum utility from his remaining erectness.  Elle, still euphoric, appeared not to notice.

As her two friends maintained their coupling, Elle asked Amy how her morning went.  Grateful for the distraction, Amy gave them the headlines of her experiences.  Her listeners registered their admiration for her sexual achievements.  While listening, however, Scott continued to move inside Elle.  His restless rocking gave way to outright thrusting.  By the time Amy concluded her account, he was fucking his partner again.  Elle’s conversational efforts died away as her body began to respond to the renewed sexual activity.  Her eyes gradually shuttered and her legs raised as she gave herself over to her building arousal.

As her friends’ mutual passion built, Scott’s gazed shifted to Amy.  He stared steadily at her as he fucked.  It was as though his body were on automatic while his attention was on Amy.  She had the impression he was trying to communicate something to her, but he only picked up his rhythm.  Elle, apparently sensing the approach of her climax, urged him with her legs.

The fucked girl gave an urgent moan as she went over.  Her assailant continued to stroke as her body stiffened and writhed.  He continued to watch Amy until his climatic falter and plunge.  His eyes slipped closed as he grunted and stiffened.

As she watched the couple climax, Amy noticed that her hand had found its way between her legs.  She was rather wet when an arm slipped around her.  She looked up into a familiar face.  Marvin seemed amused.

“Taking in a show before lunch?” he murmured in deference to the activity in front of them.

They exchanged tongue touches before she replied.

“I don’t know what happened. I was telling them about my morning and the next thing I know, they’re fucking.”  She tried to sound confused.

“I think I need to hear about your morning, then.”

Scott and Elle were showing signs of concluding their business.  Amy and Marvin stepped back to make room for their disengaged limbs to find purchase on the floor.  Amy noted that Scott’s penis was now quite relaxed.

“Wow,” Elle addressed her partner in a dazed-sounding voice.  “Where did that double header come from?”

Scott merely grinned self-consciously and shrugged.  He muttered something about lightning striking.

During lunch, the former trysters showed no further interest in each other.  Amy thought that Scott seemed to be watching for an opportunity to speak with her.  Her own attentiveness to him distracted her from the conversation.  She did manage a rendition of her morning sexploits for Marvin’s information.

“Sounds like you recycled pretty quick,” he observed.

“Fast reloads are what we girls are all about,” Crystal chimed in from across the table.  She waggled her tits for emphasis.

“I’m in favor of fast cycling pussy,” Rick offered, provocatively glancing from girl to girl.  “I like it ready when I am.”

“If you guys were able to recharge as fast as we do, we’d never get any peace.”  It was Crystal taking up the challenge of inter-sex contention.

“Then viva la difference,” Elle rejoined, effectively diffusing the situation.  Marvin saluted with his fork as he grinned around a mouthful.

The schedule showed that a seminar for the entire Freshman class had been substituted for the 1300 sexercise.  Amy and Scott sought each other out as the group moved to the designated meeting place. 

“I just wanted,” Scott began, “to tell you that Elle owes you one for that second fuck this morning.”

“Huh?”

His smile was self-conscious.

“We were all done when you came over.  When I saw how you were looking at us hooked up like that, it turned me on.  I was on my way to getting soft and there I was getting pumped again.  Your story was a turn-on, too.”  He gave a hint of a shrug.  “Since I couldn’t pull out before I was soft, all I could do was fuck her again.”

She got it.

“So that fuck was meant for me?” 

“Well, yeah.”

Slipping a hand into his, she looked up at him as they began to walk.  Her smile met his as she crooned, “That was so sweet.”  She meant it to be jocular, but it came out sincere.  He was being sweet.  The realization surfaced her standing puzzle: since he was so into her and since their feelings were mutual, why hadn’t they fucked?

She was still debating what to say when they arrived at their destination.

Their group found the assembly hall and entered.  A several students were standing around but most were perched on the ubiquitous stools.  There were apparently a sufficient number of stools for the entire Freshman class.  Around the periphery, the stools were occupied by a few faculty.  Mr. Henley, Mr. Yang, Ms. Suarez … more were drifting in. All of those present, however, were giving their rapt attention to the front of the room. 

A raven haired woman was clinging to a stool while a lithe, well toned black man was fucking her vigorously.  She was turned sideways facing the audience resting principally on one hip with one leg resting on her assailant’s shoulder.  He in turn held each of her thighs as he pounded her vigorously, apparently in the late stages of the fuck.  His gluts dimpled deeply with the effort of thrusting into his partner.  She was vocalizing her approval of his efforts. 

Suddenly the woman’s cooperation faltered.  She threw back her head, allowing her long heavy tresses to fall over the back of the stool as she emitted a cry of fulfillment.  The action caused the nipples of her excellent tits to point ceiling-ward while the globes themselves stalwartly resisted puddling.  Her leg clamped her partner’s neck as she stiffened and shook.  Bearing the punishment to both his neck (and probably his cock) stoically, her partner held nearly still as her high heel-shod feet thrashed the air.

When her head rolled forward with the diminution of her orgasm, her partner resumed his thrusting with increasing frequency.  Her slack body rocked in belated rhythm with his strokes.  Gradually she rallied and returned attention to the matter at hand.  However, she was just resuming participation when he grunted loudly and made his final plunge.

The female watched her partner’s wincing face through half-open eyes as he jerked repeatedly with his cock deeply buried in her.  For his part, he continued to grip her legs and sporadically lunge at her as his climax ran its course.

As he relaxed he leaned against her upraised leg, bending it nearly double.  A wan smile slowly blossomed on the woman’s face as she watched him catch his breath.  When his head finally rose from its droop, his eyes encountered hers.  At an unheard word from her, he smiled and leaned his face to hers to exchange tongue touches. 

It was probably the restive rumble of the nearly full room that roused the couple.  The black man said something to his fuck partner.  Abruptly she nodded to him. Receiving that assenting sign he proceeded to withdraw his cock from her.  Amy appreciated the length of slick python that emerged from the woman’s vagina to hang glistening under the lights of the room.  He seemed mindless of the string of fluid that drooled from the tip of his appliance as he faced the audience. 

“That’s Mr. Chambers, one of the other cell counselors,” Elle whispered.  “One of the girls in his cell told me that she was walking bowlegged for the rest of the day after he fucked her.  He’s supposed to be practically insatiable.”

Mr. Chambers took a place in the center of the room and waved to the audience for attention.  He was smiling in a very pleased manner. 

“All right, everyone.  I think we’re ready to get started.  Please get seated and settled.”

Amy and her companions quickly found stools off one aisle of the semi-circular seating.  As she sat, she found Scott taking the stool beside her.  She gave him a pleased smile as she made a point of not taking notice of his fully erect cock.  The sexual activity he had witnessed had apparently had its effect on him.

When he was satisfied with the state of the assembly, their host continued. 

“This afternoon we have Ms. Lydia Marcus, attorney.  Ms. Marcus is one of our valued Farleigh alumnae who is a partner is a very well known Atlanta law firm.  She is also a devoted advocate for nude and sexual rights in this country.  Currently she is secretary of the Nudist Legal Advocacy as well as a member of other nudist and sexual freedom organizations too numerous to mention.  She’s also currently on the Farleigh Board of Trustees.”

He paused momentarily to let his description of his guest’s qualifications sink in while he continued to seem very pleased.  The subject of his address meanwhile had recovered her seat and was sitting decorously, albeit with her legs suitably spread.  Her bright, just-fucked eyes were on the speaker.

“Today Ms. Marcus is going to conduct a seminar for you regarding the state of nudist and sexual freedom in our society.  I think you’ll find a lot of what you’ll hear this afternoon very informative.  Please give her your attention and your active participation.  Ms. Marcus?”

He yielded the floor, drifting back to a stool on one side while his broadly smiling guest descended and came forward.  Taking her spot, Ms. Marcus planted her high heeled feet well apart in what Amy took as a sign of supreme self confidence.  Amy’s gaze, like probably all of her colleagues was drawn to the woman’s smooth pussy.  Her prominent clit and ruddy vulva were both blatantly moist and oozing from her recent sexual congress.  She seemed oblivious to the state of her vagina.

It was only after her genital assessment that Amy turned her attention to the rest of the woman’s appearance.  From her features, Amy concluded that this was a person of Eurasian extraction.  Her thick, straight hair framed a beautiful face composed of small but strong features that seemed to both compliment and counterpoint the lift and heft of her large breasts.

“I want to thank Mr. Chambers for his introduction and for fucking me so well.  I find that a good fuck beforehand makes me more effective when I’m called on for public speaking.  I think sex has an effect on me the way cocaine affects its users – I feel energized and empowered.”  Although beyond her specific experience, Amy found herself smiling in empathy with that disclosure.

Her searchlight smile persisted as she scanned the audience.  She continued by telling the Freshman class how thrilled she was to be able to address them at the start of their Farleigh career.  By coming to Farleigh they were being recruited into the ranks of the not just nude, but the committed nude, she told them.  Furthermore, they would be asserting the sexual freedom on behalf of people everywhere.  And those freedoms required constant protection, she asserted.  She intended to spend some time today showing why.

Sobering somewhat, she confided that her concern existed because nowhere is nudity and sex more restricted than in the official circles of government, including the legal system.  That is a serious deficiency if our right to remain nude and sexually free is to be preserved, she summarized.

“Probably most of you aren’t aware that yesterday was the tenth anniversary of Denmark’s parliament’s adopting a clothing optional rule for the floor of their legislature.  Sweden followed less than a year later and Finland soon after.  The Czechs Republic and Germany went clothing optional last year.  So far, they are the only European countries to allow conducting all legislative business in the nude.  Splinter parties in various European countries continue to agitate for nude rights in government.  Some English Parliament members show up in transparent clothing, disrobe as soon as they leave the chamber and maintain nude offices.  Elsewhere, several small Pacific and Caribbean island countries allow nude legislators.  Australia seems to be on the verge of joining the trend.

“In the US, we’re lagging as usual.  No surprise there.  We are, however, taking some encouragement from the fact that over the last year several candidates for Congress appeared nude in their campaign spots and the President allowed herself and her family to be videoed in the nude on her last vacation.  Some members of Congress maintain clothing optional offices for their staffers, but only one is always nude in her office – and she’s from Utah!

“So far no state legislatures have allowed legislative chamber nudity, although the rules change failed by only one vote in the Florida House last month.  You may be aware that that state’s governor conducts most office business in the nude and even makes some public appearances that way, but the pundits say that’s just because he’s gay.

“Those of us who are advocates for nudity in the legal profession continue to have a frustrating time.  Thanks to a successful challenge a few years ago, spectators, court workers and jurors established their right to attend court naked, but judges, lawyers, parties to cases and witnesses have to be covered in the court room in most places.  The rationale is that nudity can influence juries’ decisions.

“Fortunately, outside of the courtroom depositions, arbitrations and other legal activities can be conducted without clothing.  As you might imagine, the offices of the firm I work for conduct their work without regard for nude or textile preferences.  And I can tell you categorically that I never work in anything but my birthday suit.  I carry my clothes to court and carry them back to the office.

“The one ray of hope is that Nevada and California are now experimenting with greater clothes-free environments in non-jury proceedings and civil actions.  Another is that in some cities family courts have relaxed clothing requirements.  A few judges in those courts have even heard cases in the buff.”

Ms. Marcus abruptly began to survey her audience.  The last remnants of her smile were stowed in favor of sober scrutiny.

“Probably most people figure it’s no biggie.  Eventually nudism will be accepted everywhere including courtrooms and legislative chambers.  Just relax and wait, you’re thinking.  Let me see a show of hands.  How many think that?”

Amy thought about it a moment, but when she saw so many hands going up, she added hers.

The woman slowly scanned the assembly as though counting the hands.

“Well over half,” she announced.  “All right, how many think we’ll never get full nudity in government and courtrooms?”

Like many other in the audience, Amy looked around at her fellows.  She saw no hands.

“Hmm.” Ms. Marcus’s smile was back.  “No one.  But there must be 40 or so of you who didn’t vote.  How come?  Don’t know?”  A pause intervened.  “Don’t care?”  The smile was gone again as she looked hard at the faces around her.  “I hope it’s not ‘don’t care.’  That’s when you lose what you have.  ‘Eternal vigilance is the price of freedom.’  Ever heard that?”

Amy had and nodded.  She noted some others around her did the same.

The woman started to walk among the stools, talking as she went.

“It was over 20 years ago that I started at Farleigh.  Things were a lot different then.  Like for instance, does anyone know what the age of consent was back then?”

No one volunteered, so she asked a girl to guess.  The girl suggested 14.  Ms. Marcus shook her head.

“Fifteen in most states.  And a few like Utah and Alabama were still at 18.”  The woman paused to watch the faces around her for a reaction.  “So the authorities were very keen to monitor places like Farleigh that were promoting free fucking by young people.  We and the faculty were walking on eggs all the time.  We had a lot of meetings where it was emphasized that ‘what happens here, stays here’ to ward off loose talk that would bring the DA to our doorstep.

“Of course, as society was becoming more casual about sex and younger people having more of it, enforcing the laws started making less and less sense.  Even so, it was a very tough fight to bring rationality to laws.  Some people were very committed to holding the line with arguments about sexual exploitation of the very young.”  Her demeanor changed as though she had just had another thought.  “Anybody ever heard of Machiavelli?”  There were a lot of nods.  “Okay, who was he?”  She pointed to a boy who gave a vague answer.  A girl shored up his response by getting the century and nationality right.  She faltered, however, on the name of his masterwork.  Another boy – Scott, as it turned out – came up with The Prince.  Amy noted that her friend’s cock had relaxed, leaving a trail of precum on his thigh.

“Do you know what he said about change and people who advocate for it?”  When no hands went up she prodded them with the promise that she was only looking for a rough idea, not a quote.  Scott’s hand went up.

“He said that people who push for reform have a tough time because the group that is benefiting from the way things are will resist change while the people who favor the reform will only give it lukewarm support.”

“Good.”  Ms. Marcus favored him with a grim smile.  “That’s what we reformers are up against.  No matter how much sense a change makes, there’s always a group that will argue that we shouldn’t do it.  The fact of the matter is that people in general are uncomfortable with change.

“The flip side to that is that once a new law or rule is in place, people will accept it and it’s okay – as though it were always okay.  We just have to lift it over that hump of initial acceptance, then it’s all downhill.”

Ms. Marcus continued to walk around the semi-circle.  Amy noted that the fluids that had been glistening on her pussy and thighs had dried sufficiently so that they were no longer apparent.

“So far, we’ve established that we’ve come a long way, have a long way to go and that it’s going to be tough to get there.  We’re all here because we believe in a nude, sexually free society.  But what can we do to bolster our cause?  Or maybe I should ask: should we be pushing for more freedom?  How about it?  Why not hold in place with what we’ve got?”

A girl she directed her question to replied that standing still would be a mistake.  “You give your opponents a chance to push back and undo what you’ve accomplished.  You lose ground,” she concluded.

She garnered an approving nod from the speaker.

“That’s the way I see it, too.  So how do you push forward?”

The people she pointed to suggested various forms political action, education and publicity.  Ms. Marcus assented to those but continued to ask “what else?”

All at once Amy knew.  Her hand went up resolutely.  She didn’t wait for the woman’s permission, she spoke as soon as she had her attention.

“By example.  We have to live the lifestyle and encourage others to do the same.”

Ms. Marcus’s smile bloomed slowly as she nodded.

“Exactly.  Having the permission isn’t enough.  It has to be continually exercised.  You have to insist on your right to be nude and the right to fuck even when it doesn’t seem important or convenient.

“You just saw Mr. Chambers fuck me.  I also picked up a guy last night in town and slept with him.  That’s in spite of the fact that I’m currently in a long-term loving relationship with the father of my youngest child.  We both agree that we have to share ourselves with others in order to keep what we have fresh – to keep bringing new things home to each other.

“And we advertise our lifestyle to everyone we know.  Some of them aren’t interested in such an active sex life – some actually revile it, but they know where we stand.  And then there’s our kids ... I have two that pre-date him and he has one in addition to the one we have in common.  They don’t all live with us all the time but when they do, we don’t hide any of our behaviors from them.  Some people would argue that young children should be shielded from sexual activity until they are old enough to ‘understand.’”  Ms. Marcus performed the classic gesture to denote quotation marks.

“The truth is that young children are very accepting.  When they see adults fucking they take it in stride.  They think ‘That’s what big people do.’  It’s like drinking alcohol or driving a car. They observe those behaviors but have no particular interest in trying them.  You’re not necessarily injuring a child just because you expose them to sex.  Telling them that sex is naughty and shooing them away from wherever it’s being done or exhibited – now that can be injurious.  It can give them a skewed, warped idea about sex and men and women’s natural interaction.

“Older children – adolescents – are another matter.  They can get mixed up with sex if they’re not prepared to deal with it.  So how do we prevent that? Anyone?”

“By education,” a girl called out.

“Right.  Injury happens most often due to ignorance – by not understanding the possibilities and the consequences of doing something or permitting something to be done.  Hiding some necessary knowledge away so that the person has an imperfect understanding of it is dangerous.  Remember, it’s the dull knife that most often wounds the user.  The sharp edge gets done what it’s supposed to and nobody gets hurt.”

Ms. Marcus surveyed her audience once again.  It signaled a change in topic.

“I hope you’re all listening to yourselves,” she continued more earnestly.  “We’re talking about pushing our agenda, fighting for our rights and recruiting others to our viewpoint, but we’re using words like ‘advocacy, education and example.’  We’re not talking about neutralizing our opponents, imposing our will, outlawing textiles or repressing those with differing views.  That’s good, because the quickest way we can go off the rails and generate backlash is by becoming intolerant zealots.

“I’m as big an advocate for nudity and free sex as anyone you can name, but I know a dirty little secret.  And that is no matter what happens, we will always be a minority.  The great mass of humanity will never adopt our lifestyle.  Some will not adopt nudity for practical reasons, like they live in a cold climate.”  She allowed herself a slight smile.  “Others have traditions that are just too deeply ingrained – and I’m not just talking about religious taboos.  Some of you might have caught on to the fact that I just described Canada and Mexico.  Both have lagged in adopting nude practice.  In Canada’s case there is no legal impediment and it’s a very open society, but the snow is just too deep most of the year.  Mexico has the climate and will gladly collect the tourist dollars from nude resorts, but they keep their clothes firmly in place.

“At home we have a spectrum of opinion.  Most find it convenient to occasionally avail themselves of the freedom to be nude or to be titillated by sex in the media, but will revert to textiles and hide their prurient interests depending on the situation.  To me, that’s fine.  People who are occasionally practicing our lifestyle can’t be against us.  But there are a lot of people who firmly reject our philosophy for a variety of reasons.  Some are strident in their opposition and want to turn the clock back. 

“So what do you do with folks like that?”

She paused as though expecting an answer, but then thankfully pressed on.

“You insist, persist and engage.  That is, you insist on your right to be nude and free, you persist in your behavior and you engage the people who don’t agree with you.  Treat them with respect, meet them with a proportional response and never back down.  Remember that they are your opponents but not your enemy.  There’s a difference.  People who turn a disagreement into a culture war are sure to generate backlash and isolate themselves.  Let your opponent do that, don’t you do it.”

TO BE CONTINUED …