The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 08

Author's note:

This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else.

No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course.

All sexual activity portrayed anywhere in this story involves only people at least eighteen years old.

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Fortunately, we were all dressed and still just talking when a knock came on the door. Sam answered it, and it was Ellen, with her partner. This made the room beyond crowded, but they could sit on the hammock, carefully so it didn't dump them off, and we could all talk. And first I managed to give Ellen a really big hug.

Ellen said that they knew that technically he was supposed to be in her room only, but they wanted to talk with us. With Jenny and especially me, it turned out.

"I've missed seeing you the last couple of days," I told Ellen. "How have this week's activities been for you, so far?"

"Mostly wonderful. Today's was absolutely awful, but for the rest I really can't complain at all. Brian has been great to me, and—well, you know that I enjoy sex about as much as anyone. Oh, I guess getting sprayed all over, twice, that wasn't really fun, either, but it wasn't all that bad given that there was a shower at hand. Well worth trying—in fact, if I had a guy who wanted it once a week or so and I liked him enough, I don't think I'd mind that much.

"And I've been hearing that you've lucked out a lot. Bruja," she said, looking at Sam, "congratulations on your partner assignment. And I've heard some about how you patched things up with Phil, and I'm really happy to know that. So you're both really lucky, it seems."

There was a brief silence. I didn't really know her partner even a little. I had never been in a class with him, ever, and I was pretty sure we'd never interacted at all. Everything I knew about him was good. I'd never heard a bad word about him, and he was like Ellen, bright, athletic, skilled, an achiever. They had surely interacted a lot in classes, and in a lot of ways seemed made for each other.

I wanted to say something to him, and I was in trouble. I needed to address him by his last name, and my mind was drawing a blank. OK, at least she'd told me he was Brian, and my memory was saying his last name began with B, and all I could think of was Brian Boru, and I knew that was wrong. I was gearing up to start out with something really lame, like, "I know it's stupid of me, but I just can't remember your last name," when Jenny rescued me.

"Jennings, I haven't really ever met you, but if you're a friend of Ellen's you're more than all right. And she said you're treating her right. She's kind of out of my class, and I know you are, too, so thank you for taking the time to come and see us. But I'm sure there has to be a reason, or you'd just stop us in the cafeteria where there isn't any rule against it. I'm sorry if I'm sounding too blunt, I don't mean it that way. But if you came here you have a reason, and you might as well just tell us what it is." I sighed, trying not to be audible. So much for my weed-grown memory.

Ellen said, "It's me. And Phil, maybe, more than you. Except that I hear you were the one doing the talking. Phil, Brian's a friend, not just a partner for this week, and we talk anyway. He knows you were my first, my only before him, and I'm not putting him down if I say you're still my best, whoever else is in the picture. He's been wonderful.

"What it is, is this. For me, everything about today, morning and afternoon, was terrible. Painful, cramps afterward, bad-tasting, you name it. I hated every minute. And then, we heard that at supper you were saying, Jenny I mean, that it had actually been good for you, with Phil. So I guess the first thing is, was that straight?"

Jenny said, "It absolutely was. I guess I think it wasn't as good as regular sex, but Phil managed it so that it didn't hurt at all, it was uncomfortable sometimes, but in the end I came, and that was really good. Phil was totally gentle, but he always is. And you know that yourself. You're right, the part about bad-tasting I mean, but the rest was actually so good, that wasn't too bad. And almost none of this was good with my instructor."

Ellen and Jennings looked at each other. I waited. Jennings finally said, "Here's the thing, I guess. It was so bad for Ellen, we both feel cheated. We talked about it, and we'd like you to do it again with her. We both would consider it a favor. I think she would, more than me, if it turns out even OK, but I want her to be happy and enjoy it. Everything else, almost, has been wonderful for me, and I even enjoyed my part of the afternoon except knowing I was hurting her, and that kind of ruined it for me. If you can fix that even a little, I'll owe you a lot."

I sighed. More anal sex, so soon? Yuck. And yet, I did love Ellen, maybe more than any of the others, and she had gone out of her way to let me catch her, and then practically ordered me to be her friend. I thought I would do most anything to help her. And it would feel good, for me. I thought, time for a reality check all round.

I said, "This is really kind of complicated, and raises a lot of issues. We at least need to make sure we all agree on them. First off, the rule is that we stick with our own partners this week. Technically, you two shouldn't even be in here. I've already had to deal with fallout from one person who thought that wasn't worth bothering with. Mind you, our case is different, and I'm kind of fed up with whatever bonehead thought up some of these things, myself.

"Second, even if Ellen and you and I are all OK with that, I have two partners who have a right to expect me to follow it. Neither one is getting the attention she would if she were the only one. I know that in their place, I'd resent something like this. I'm afraid I'm already resenting a bunch of times lately when someone else has decided that I will do this or that, without consulting me. As far as I'm concerned, Sam and Jenny have absolute veto over anything like this, all this week. And I mean it," I said, looking at the two of them, "next week things will have to work a little differently, and we don't know how, but for this week you absolutely come first, no questions asked. Don't you dare try to figure out what I really want and give it to me when it's really not OK with you!"

I went on back to the others, "Ellen, I'm sorry, I put that like I was talking to Jennings about you, not to you both. I didn't mean it like that. Anyway, there's the possibility that you, Ellen, have something physical or even psychological so that you just can't do this without too much pain. I can't promise anything. Since you've made it clear that Jennings is gentle and cares about you, and Jennings, what you said makes that clear, too, I have to consider that all too likely.

"And, what is it? Fourth, I guess. Anyway. I trust that you, um, Jennings this time again, and Jenny and Sam too, understand that I really love Ellen. Not exclusively, and I'm not just talking when I say that this is true of Jenny and Sam and about five others, and each one is special to me. Jenny's seen me with every one of the ones I'm thinking of, and even the ones I took turns with in gym when they forfeited, for the most part. Sam's seen me with Jenny, and she was as much behind bringing her in for a threesome, when she was in difficulties, as I was, and I guess she saw me with some of the forfeits before we started to work things out, and maybe after. If they say it's OK, I can trust that they really mean it, and that they know it's OK with them, personally. But I don't know you the same way, Jennings. I believe you want this for Ellen. But when it comes to watching me screwing your own partner that way, is it really going to sit OK with you? She just said she likes me better than you, I think, and that's part of the background for that question.

"And finally, Ellen, if we do decide to try, I insist that the minute you find it hurts too much, you tell me and we quit.

"All right, I've talked a lot. Those are the issues as I see it. There may be more, which you need to bring up if you see them, any of you. And as far as they go with you, any of you, I think we all need to hear what you have to say."

I shut up to let them think or speak up. Hopefully thinking first. Jennings, to his credit, gave it a little time, though I was pretty sure he had already done his thinking. Still, he was the first to speak up.

"Morris, I appreciate you working to nail down the difficulties like that. I've already talked some with Ellen about the ones that are for me, and thought about them. I hadn't thought through what this would mean for your partners, I admit, and even if you weren't willing to give them a veto I should be. But yes, whether you try and fail or try and succeed, if you'll do this for Ellen, you're doing it for me, and I'm in your debt. I don't expect to feel jealous or resentful, but if I do I promise to keep it to myself and control it."

There was more silence. Ellen said, "I promise not to keep trying if it really hurts that much, not just for an instant but going on. I'll tell you. If you can find a way around it and go on, good. If you can't, or think you can't, I'll be disappointed but not sorry we tried."

Sam jumped in on the heels of this. "If we can get on to it really soon, I'm willing to yield a chance at Phil to Chan. I'll insist on watching, that's my only condition. I know just a little of what she means to him, and he to her, and I'd rather die than stop him just so he can screw me once more, much as I want him to. I had my turn with him for this, earlier. Jenny said at supper, and then just now, how it worked for her today, but it was good for me, too, about the same way, maybe even better. At least, I even came twice. You've got my blessing, and I hope you can make it even better for her than it was for me."

So everyone looked at Jenny. She said, "Oh. I'm all for it, especially since I can hope for attention from Phil tonight or in the morning or both. Since Sam just said what she did. Ellen has been a great friend, and I'd be ashamed to say no. My only worry is for the rules about only your partner and being in your partner's room only. And I'm willing to tell them they need their heads examined if they try to get you two for that, in this case."

Ellen suddenly stood up and went over to Sam, pulling her up into a huge hug. "Thank you. I was ready to forgive you everything, on Phil's account, because he did. But now I see that as usual he doesn't mess up on that kind of thing. Thank you for your generosity! Can you please call me Ellen? And if you're willing, is it Samantha or Sam?" They kind of almost-cried at each other. Sam said, "Sam, if you will, but Samantha is fine, too. But really, Samantha died when Phil and Brown were willing to forgive me, and good riddance to her, and Sam is still trying to learn how to live differently. How to be different." They cried a little more, and Ellen turned to Jenny. They hugged and cried, too, without any words beyond a "Thank you" from Ellen. And Ellen turned to Jennings and hugged him and said, "Thank you for being generous and not jealous. I hope this will work, and kind of wipe out how inadequate I'm feeling, and you're letting me do it."

Finally, she turned to me. "Phil, I knew before we came here that if it were up to you only there wouldn't be any question. Will it really make it better for you if we wait for next week? I really, really don't want to, but if it matters, I guess I can. And thank you, once more. You were so gentle the first time, when we both knew it would hurt, and you made it so good, and then later you made it heavenly. I owe you so much, and here I am asking for more." She cried on my shoulder. Her beautiful curves were pressing into me. The other two girls were both beautiful—especially to me—but I still saw Ellen as the most beautiful girl in the whole class. And I was going to get to see her, and touch her, and be inside her again, now!

I realized I hadn't answered her question. "Since it's OK with everyone else, we will do it unless someone or something intervenes, and I hope that won't happen. But we have some practicalities to deal with. There are a bunch of those, too.

"First, before we start, I need to use the lavatory, and you do even more. Did your instructors, either of you, stress the importance of that, for Ellen, before and after?" They both looked blank and shook their heads. "I thought as much, with what Ellen said about cramps. Ellen, dear, it will be much more comfortable for us both if your lower colon, your rectum, is as empty as it can be when I come in. And, well, my instructor pointed out that what I will put in your ass amounts to an enema. Cramps and diarrhea are likely outcomes of that. So as soon as possible, after we're done, you will go off to the lavatory again, and push out as much of that as you can, all the liquid and any softened solid material you can get out.

"Second, there's not a shower here, and I really don't want to put clothes on over that and then have to put them on again when I'm clean. Sam, do you have enough soap and washcloths, and an extra towel? If not, will you please get them, while we're in the lavatory? I still will probably feel I need a shower, but I'll want to start in here.

"Third, I'm afraid you're going to have to put up with a bare finger instead of a glove, and that will mean some mess on you later." At this, Sam went over to her drawers and opened one and took out a box of disposable gloves, and waved it in my face with a big, smug smile. I stared at her in amazement.

"You didn't notice, and I thought you always saw everything! Things went well enough that I thought at least one of us might want to do it again, so I took the box with me when we left. It's mostly full, still."

It still took me a moment to recover. "Thank you, then.

"Um. Fourth? Maybe fourth and fifth. Ellen, you'll have to make a couple of decisions, when the time comes. Don't decide now, or at least, try to keep your mind open and don't tell us if you are deciding now. This thing about using vaginal secretions for more lubrication, I thought at first that was just unsanitary and dumb. Unsanitary it is, but it may make sense. I don't know, but it's possible that one reason my partners, both of them, responded so positively was having me in their pussies too. I won't decide that for you, I'll ask you when the time comes. And we've all resented this oral sex following the anal sex, and you plainly did. But you think about whether accomplishing the whole program will make a difference to you later. If you think it might, I'll let you do it. But do not just think I'm demanding it and you have to! Got that? If you do it, I want it to be for your satisfaction. I'll enjoy it, physically, but I'll feel guilty. When the time comes, just tell me. I'll wait to start cleaning up until you do. I'll try not to ask you, but to wait for you to say. If you wait too long, I'll assume you can't bear it, and clean up.

"And Sam, can you get us an extra bath towel, to try to keep those pillows clean, please? And thank you. For everything.

"Ellen, it's the lavatory for us, now. I'll wait for you, so we'll come back together, and Sam, we'll knock."

We went out. As we walked the short distance, I said, very quietly indeed, "Really try to get anything out that you can. Take an extra five minutes or more to make sure, if you have to. Don't strain and strain, but if there's anything in the rectum, we'll both be happier if it's gone." She grabbed me around the waist for a little squeeze, but immediately let go. We went into the lavatory.

I finished my business, which was just urinating, pretty quickly. I'd sat on the toilet, and I hadn't been sure what might come out, but it was just urine. I gave it an extra couple of minutes, and my kidneys obliged by putting maybe a half cup more urine into my bladder, which I disposed of. I got up, washed my hands thoroughly, and waited a few minutes. Ellen appeared and smiled a little uncertainly at me as she went to wash her hands. We walked out not exactly together—no point in arousing speculation—but about the same time, and walked back to Sam's room in the same, not-quite-together manner.

I knocked, and we were admitted. I took Ellen in my arms, and asked her, "Now. Are you sure you want to try this?"

"I'm as sure as I can be."

"Then we need to start by getting undressed." We did so. Jennings hadn't ever seen me without any clothes—as far as I could remember—but everyone else present had, many times. And everyone present had seen Ellen, I thought. No surprises there.

I took her in my arms again. "Everything, but everything about this will work better if you're turned on some. I'd say, if both of us are, but you can certainly tell that I already am. The problem won't be there. I'm sorry, I'll love everything I do trying to achieve that, and love it for its own sake, but just knowing I'm holding and kissing and touching for that reason may be a turnoff. If so, we've got to get past it somehow, or this will be as bad as your other attempts." I kissed her. She put her arms around my neck and kissed back. After a couple of minutes, I could see that though she was trying, she was way too tense. I thought about the previous night.

"Ellen, we've got to try something else. I'm not sure whether you're afraid of more pain or what, but you're so anxious about whatever it is that you're guaranteed to be hurt, as things are now. Will you trust me? Lie down on the bed face down, head on the pillow. Since the bed's so narrow, in the center of it, please." I could see wheels turning for Jenny and Sam. Jenny smiled and nodded at me.

I got onto the bed, straddling Ellen's lower back, resting my ass on hers, trying to keep the weight off. She tensed for a moment, but then relaxed a little. I thought she had realized that even if I was touching her ass with part of my anatomy, I wasn't preparing to poke in, with anything, right away.

I told her, "I'm not very good at this—I have absolutely no training—but we'll try it. Out of these three other people, probably at least one can do it better, most likely all of them, but I think it's got to be me. You probably could, too, but you can't do it to yourself." I started massaging at the shoulders, moving in to the neck, not using much pressure at all. I really was so uneducated in this that I was afraid of doing damage if I tried anything fancy at all.

Ellen tensed up again when I first touched her, but then relaxed—gradually, but more than she had been before I started. I kept stroking, with light pressure, all around, shoulders, upper back, the neck (very gently indeed), gradually moving down. I did her upper arms, too, moving down them as I moved down her back. It was almost too slow to see, but the tension gradually seemed to drain out of her. I let my fingers knead her sides, but I kept them strictly from moving around toward her breasts. As I passed her waist and neared her ass, some of the tension returned. I said, "Ellen, dear, I'm not going to do anything at all there, not now, and not later unless you can relax. Your mind may want me to, but your body is screaming, 'No!' at me every time you think about it. So right now I'm doing what you feel, and I'll tell you before I do anything different."