The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 07

The girls weren't in evidence, so I walked back to the cafeteria. I didn't hurry this time, as I didn't know whether they were ahead of me or not. They still weren't in evidence when I arrived, so I found an empty table by the doorway and sat down. They appeared only a minute or two later, together, however that came about, and again their faces lit up when they saw me, and they quickened their pace.

"Phil, thank you so much for asking them to put us together!" Jenny said as they came up. I hugged them both. "Sam and I were talking as we walked, and she says she's glad too, not just for my sake, even though she gets a lot less of you."

I looked over at Sam. She was beaming as well. I said, "Yesterday, you weren't sure about anyone but me calling you Sam. It sure looks like you've decided, but if that's wrong, if you really want it to be a name for me only, we need to say so now."

She hugged me again, kissing me on the cheek and laying her head on my shoulder for a moment. "Phil, thank you for thinking of me. But Jenny checked with me, too, after she found herself saying it, and I'm so happy she likes me enough to think of me that way! I think we won't bother saying anything to anyone else, if they follow your lead that's fine, if they stick with Samantha or Bruja, that's fine too."

By this time we were headed off toward Sam's room again. Jenny went off to get some things from her own room. I realized that I hadn't been by my room for a couple of days, so I told Sam and went off to collect a few things. Clothes, in particular, although having fresh clothes in correct sizes provided in the office bedroom made that less pressing.

I hurried back, checking in yet again, taking my stuff off to Sam's room. Jenny rejoined us, and we talked for a few minutes and then went off to supper. We collected food and looked for friends. We found the group we usually sat with, and squeezed in. As usual, not surprisingly, the topic was still the day's activity.

Again, the boys all pretty much liked it, the part where they were doing it to the girls anyway, and the girls who spoke up unanimously didn't. Jenny and Sam looked at each other. Sam kind of nodded, and Jenny spoke up. "Well, I enjoyed it, most of it anyway. A lot." The whole table went silent, everyone kind of staring at her. "That's with Phil, I mean. It wasn't fun in the morning." Still, everyone's attention was on her as she took a bite and chewed and swallowed. She looked around. "He did a lot of stuff my instructor didn't bother to talk about or to do, and I think that made most of the difference. It probably helped that my instructor had stretched me out earlier, but that may even not have been important." She ate another bite. I seemed to be the only other one eating, at this point. "First off, he took time ahead of time to make me want him. You may think that sounds dumb, he's not really going in your pussy, but just you wait and listen." She looked around, looking specifically at the girls. "He did a lot more to lubricate than my instructor, a lot. He took the time to provide lots and lots, and to work it in just a little, and then a lot more when he fingered me. And he did that slowly and gently and carefully, when he did it, and he did that a lot longer than the instructor, too. That got me relaxed and really lubricated, so that when something bigger came in it wasn't such a big deal. He did as we had been told, he went into my pussy for more lubrication too, and back and forth a couple of times. And I'll admit, I really wanted him to stay there. But by this time, every time he had gone in, with finger or cock, even just his finger tip at first when he started lubricating, even though it was uncomfortable, it was kind of exciting, too. I think that's partly because he was so slow and gentle about it. Probably a little of it was my feelings for Phil, I guess.

"Anyway, when he came in with his cock, every time, he took it slow. A little more each time he added lubrication. And then, he kind of nuzzled my neck, and caressed me the way I love from him any time, first my breasts, then my pussy. And as I say, it was a little exciting back there, and I was already really wet, and, well, he held back himself until I came myself. And it was pretty good.

"Sucking him off afterward was yukky, I admit, but he had been so good to me I was really past minding. I think if we do it again we'll leave that part out. I know Phil felt the same. And I don't know. I think that stuff from the tube would work better than spit. I'm not happy about spreading stuff from my ass to my pussy, either, but having him in there a couple of times felt so good I might want him to do that anyway. I know it bothered him, more than it did me I think."

She turned back to eating, and after a few moments everyone seemed to be talking at once. I gave her a hug from the side, and said quietly to Sam, "See? I think that's how I get this reputation. Everyone thinks somehow I made it good for her, and they don't know it was you too, when all I did was what my instructor showed me. And it worked for her too, you know. No credit to me."

She kind of punched my arm again, laughing at me. She snuggled against me. "You know better! You cared enough about making it good for us to really do all that stuff, not just going through the motions but doing it. I think there are a couple more here who might have done the same, with the instruction you got, but the rest would all have rushed through it. You just wait until later! You earned anything the two of us can come up with for you, this afternoon."

I think that the rumor mill must have taken care of explanations for us, as no one took any notice of the fact that they were both with me. I was really glad. I'd been dreading being asked about it. But it wasn't just the group we were with, not one person ever asked me. I suspect Jenny got asked sometimes, but if so she never mentioned it.

She did tell me, later, that he wasn't a bad guy for the most part. If she had worked with him in a class, she thought he would have done his share, and he was bright enough and all that. If he had stuck with her through that week, even if he had said he really preferred other boys, but if he had stayed with her and done even as much at night as he had during the afternoon sessions, she thought it would have been OK, if a little disappointing. I tried to cool down a little, but I still got mad any time I thought about how he had treated her. I was ashamed of that, it's not a right way to be, but I couldn't seem to get over it.

After supper, we visited the lavatory again, then went off to Sam's room. We just all three sat on the bed, sitting up, with my arms around the two of them, and mostly just talked. I told them that in one way having them both there was a little bit of a strain. I wanted to tell them both how wonderful their bodies were to me, not to mention their personalities, and having an audience inhibited me in that. I couldn't help feeling that they would be comparing notes, for good or for ill.

And the two of them decided to make a game of it! They made me take off my clothes, well, we all did. I had to lie down on the bed, and they then went over my body, bit by bit, hair to toes, telling me what they liked about each area, each chipping in. Or what they could find to say they liked, anyway. And they flattered me outrageously about my personality and character, too. When they were all done, and each had contributed a lot of the commentary, they told me that after that I had better stop worrying about what one of them heard me saying about the other. I should add, they used hands and sometimes mouths freely on me, and when they were done, I found it necessary to grab one at random, never mind which, and pull her onto me and go in. I thought that had been a goal of the game, from their point of view. She didn't come, but there were some squeals of excitement along the way. And she wasn't the least put out by the result, and told me not to worry, she'd gotten to during the afternoon and probably would that night.

Oh. The first thing I noticed when we got to Sam's room was one big change. Where we had put together a kind of nest of cushions and bedding, that was all gone. Housekeeping had brought in a narrow hammock, in a frame, and made it up with pillow and bedding. It left the room crowded, but really no worse than it had been with the cushions. Much more comfortable for Jenny. And Sam slept there some nights, too, though mostly that was later.

Anyway, we also talked about some other things. I finally got to ask Sam about how she was controlling noise levels, and she didn't really have anything I could ever offer anyone else to help. She said, she was just naturally loud because she was—well, excited will have to do I guess—and that she couldn't seem to hold back and not make any noise at all, but she didn't have to scream, either.

On the other hand, hearing this, Jenny got very thoughtful.

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