The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 09

My two partners and I finished eating. They had joined in the conversation more than I had—well, it couldn't have been less—but I thought they were like me, seriously wondering what of all we had seen would be worth doing even once, all the way through. We got up before everyone else, gathering a load of used dishes to take back, and went off to the lavatories and our rooms. We knew about where we would wait when done.

I knew that Sam had completed oral sex of some kind with her partner. Her breath had given that away, when we kissed hello. I was pretty sure Jenny hadn't. They surely knew that I had eaten Bella's pussy at length, too. I had lots of ideas of things I definitely wanted to avoid, and no real ideas of what I wanted to try. I was the first back, so I sat down and waited. The signal for the end of lunch sounded—for once we were ahead!—and Jenny came in and sat by me, and then Sam a minute or so later.

Sam had done two varieties of sixty-nine with her instructor. She hadn't come on either of them. I was forming a rather low opinion of the male instructors, but maybe I was unfair. Jenny had done one of the rear-entry positions, and one of the more acrobatic and awkward Kama Sutra ones I wanted to avoid at all costs. Again, not getting any real joy from them, though she said the first might have been good if it were me.

"OK, so we're supposed to pick something we wouldn't really be likely to do," Sam announced. "I don't really care. You get a veto, they don't. What I want to do is ride you. If I like it enough, I may do it a lot, and I really want to try it out." I was certainly amenable.

I told her, "The one thing I'm going to insist on is some actual show of affection first. This morning, there were so many things we had to try, it all felt really clinical. I wanted to seriously kiss B—my instructor."

They both looked at me kind of curiously. "You know, I don't have any feelings like that toward my instructor," Jenny said. "I don't think Sam does, toward hers, either. Now isn't the time, but I want to hear more about this."

I said, "We'll talk sometime, for sure. Sam knows who my instructor is, and I know hers, because we needed, well, group counseling the first day. Couple counseling. And she knows my instructor attracts me, she's seen. Anyway, Jenny, I'm flat out of ideas about positions. There are some I expect to use from time to time, assuming my partners are willing, and a lot I don't want even to try, including the second one you said you did and everything like it. I told you what I did this morning. You're going to have to at least make suggestions."

"Well, what I really want to try is sixty-nine. OK, you did it, but if I up and ask you for it this afternoon, I'll permit you to object that it's not new, but I'll insist that it's new to me."

I told her, "I now know that it's kind of sensitive to our relative heights. Though it's probably really torso length that matters, leg length is irrelevant. We can see whether it will work, and I think it will. The first kind, that is, or maybe one of the others. The one I did second, well, unless we can work out a variation, I think you may be a little too tall for it to work well."

We had gotten up and were walking to the staff office wing as we talked. I didn't bother knocking on the door, but just went in. We went on into the bedroom and all got undressed. I pulled my room key out of my pocket, put my hands behind my back, switched the key back and forth, and held my fists out to them. Luckily the key wasn't too large for my hands. I said, "Choose. Whoever picks the key goes first. I don't know whether that's good or bad." Sam chose the hand with the key—which I carefully buttoned back in my pocket before anything else.

I picked Sam up and kind of tossed her onto the bed, then got in next to her. In one way, I was pretty much ready, but I had really meant what I had said to them. I also thought it would be a good idea if I wasn't the only one near ready when this started. So I held her and kissed her and played with her breasts for a few minutes, then dragged her around, got onto my knees by the bed, draped her knees over my shoulders, and did some more serious preparation. More than preparation, really—she was telling me to stop when she came.

I let her move over, and got back into the bed with her. She kissed and nuzzled me. "Yes, I like that perfume," she told me. She got half up and climbed over me to straddle me, then lowered herself onto me, guiding me in with her hands. She leaned over to kiss me again. "You feel wonderful," she said. "That's what I wanted, not your mouth. But that was really good, too."

She straightened up and started moving, up and down, up and down. Twice she went up too far, pulling me out, but she just guided me back in and went on. For a while, I tried bucking up to meet her with each stroke, but I really couldn't keep it up, and for that matter it didn't really seem to help. After a while, I warned her, "I don't think I can hold back much longer."

She stopped for a moment, bent over to kiss me again, and told me, "If I come, too, I'll be really happy, but if not that's fine. I already did, you know." She moved up and down some more, and I told her, "Please, just come down and hold there. Move just a little, maybe." She did that, and the small movements did set me off.

I lay there breathing for a moment. I wasn't the one who had been doing the work, remember, so why was I even a little out of breath? She moved so as to lie down on top of me, and kissed me. I said, "Are you sure you're OK?" and she smiled at me and said, "Yes."

So we cuddled like that for a few minutes, until I was limp enough to be falling out. She took some tissues and cleaned us both off, and we sat and kissed for another minute.

I got up and looked at Jenny. "Your turn," I said. "You can do something to get me ready sooner." She came over and kissed me, pressing her body against mine. I was limp and not really feeling any special desire, but her slender figure and everything else about her were beautiful, and I kissed back with enthusiasm. I cupped her breasts, smaller than Sam's but beautiful on her, feeling the nipples stiffen under my hands, and stroked them.

"You're dribbling a little down my leg," she told me.

"If I were readier, I'd be dribbling a lot more. And there will be more where that's coming from. Are we going to do anything about it?"

"Not for a bit, I think." She kissed me again. "You know, I'm about ready to go, just from watching, but it will take a while before you're even starting to be up. Spoilsport."

I looked at Sam. "Would you mind moving, please?"

I walked Jenny backward until her legs hit the side of the bed and she sat down. I carefully pushed her shoulders down. This bed was really wide enough that there wasn't much risk of her hitting her head on the wall, but I was careful anyway. I knelt and took a couple of licks. "I can tell I'm not your first visitor today, young woman," I told her. That had been true of Sam too, I guess, but somehow I hadn't noticed as much. Maybe that was because I'd been in more of a hurry then. "I guess there isn't really time for a shower for you, though."

"I know what would happen if you took me in there, and that would delay things a lot more. Nope. No way. You'll just have to put up with it, since you're going to spend a lot of time doing that." But pretty soon she was too breathless to be able to talk so much. She was busy gasping and moaning, and it really didn't take very long. As she said, she was half ready.

By the time she was finished, I was starting to get interested. I said, "I think I won't go for a second time at that, not right now. Tell me again what you're planning."

"Don't play dumb. I'm going to sit on your face while I take care of you. When we're in position, you'll be doing pretty much what you just were."

"I thought I was supposed to do things I hadn't done before."

"Don't play dumb, I said. You may have done it with some older woman, but I haven't done it yet. Lie down there."

"First, I found something out the hard way, which my instructor had forgotten to warn me about. I really want you to be thinking ahead on this. If you come with me in your mouth—me or anything else, I guess—you're going to have to really, really, really work to control your jaws. She said it's a little like controlling how loud you are. If you haven't thought ahead about it, you, and I mean you personally, are likely to scream. With attention and practice, you've learned to keep that down, and I thank you. But you haven't had practice at keeping your teeth away from things in your mouth, especially at not biting things that might be blocking your breathing, never mind your vocalizations. So pay attention when the time comes. I assume it's going to, even today. I know it will some other time, in any case."

"You said you learned the hard way. Was your instructor short on practice, then?"

"No, on anticipation, if I understood correctly. She wasn't expecting to like it quite as much as she did."

I lay down, cock well past half mast but kind of floppy. She straddled my head, and bent over. Yes, she'd had a chance to practice getting into position, just not a long time to practice doing it, I was sure. She bent over me, taking my mostly erect cock in her hand and into her mouth. She took it in as far as she could, then out again, and with her hand she spread saliva down it. "You've been busy yourself, but I guess I can't taste anything besides Sam."

I started doing my part, and she gave a gasp as she was just taking me back in. "Hey! Watch it!" I said sharply. I went back to it, and she started really working on me.

She obviously was a lot readier than I was. Apparently the first time had more warmed her up than cooled her down. She came before I was feeling anywhere near close, and then again a minute or so later. She took me out long enough to say, "I see what you mean about interfering with breathing and noises. You're much nicer than a cloth gag, but I can't afford to bite down the way I would on that." She went back to it, and came once more pretty soon.

I had my arms around her waist, or my hands on her hips, most of the time, steadying her for my attention, but I took one hand and got a finger wet and stroked carefully with it as I licked. She certainly was working to use lips and tongue to protect me from her teeth, as urgent "Mmmmm" sounds came from her mouth. She took me in all the way to the back of her mouth, and out some, and back again, and then forced me down past and into her throat. I started coming almost instantly, as she came too. As usual, the sensations of her swallowing were unimaginable, but even though she couldn't cry out she seemed to be trying, and what I thought must be vibrations of her vocal cords added still more. I did my best to keep her going as long as she was able. Finally, she carefully backed me out and just collapsed onto my torso, her head turned to the side.

I told her, "I suspect something is dribbling into your hair," and she just said, "Let it."

When she was ready, she picked herself up and turned herself around and lay down on me in a more usual position. I held her, and she started to kiss me, then apparently realized how much she had on her face. She picked herself up enough to look at Sam, and said, "Tissues, please." When Sam handed her a couple, she wiped her face off, and then lay down on me again and really kissed me. She told me, "That's an awful lot of work, but it was a lot more for you. I see why some people are willing to put up with the work."

Sam spoke up from the sidelines. "If I'd been doing it with Phil this morning, instead of my instructor, I think I might have chosen it for this afternoon, too. Phil, that was amazing to watch. But how did she manage to come like that without biting you in two? For me, it was more just doing oral sex on him with a little pleasant distraction, and I'll just look forward to a chance to try it with someone more patient. As long as that's Phil."

I said, "You do see that there's really nothing there that requires a man to be involved, right? What Sam did earlier wouldn't make any sense for two women, but this would."

"But I don't want another woman, even if there are no men available. I want you, not anyone else, but if I'm going to do it with anyone else it will be someone with a cock to suck on, not a pussy. Yuck."

"I was just pointing out, not saying anything about anyone present here. But I don't know what they have planned for the next two days. I hope it's not that kind of partner switch, I might just refuse to go along if it is. As far as other girls go, though, I've already had requests for next week or soon after—you heard one. And if any boys ask you two, I mean boys you find nice and fun in other ways, you should be trying them out.

"Jenny, I was your only partner ever, before this week, wasn't I? You said I was your first, but no one ever caught you in gym, right? I know you never forfeited."

She said, "No, I was caught once, one other time, the second day we did it. I'm surprised you've forgotten, because you asked me."

"Sam, you got caught in gym, I'm sure you said, and you forfeited what, a couple of times?"

"That's right. I didn't always get caught, but mostly I did."

"Well, I don't think much of your instructors as lovers, really, from all you said. And I suspect you can give a lot of the guys some pointers about how to improve, now. But, as I say, um. If I'm busy somewhere, just with classwork even, but also with someone else, that doesn't mean you two have to be alone. Jenny, from, well, day one or maybe two, you've been a model of not being jealous where jealousy was probably natural but also ridiculous and impossible. You made dates for me to spend time with other girls, even recognizing why I was doing it sometimes, when it wasn't just for fun. And now you've had experience with someone else, but only one man, older, maybe quite a bit, someone who has been interested in you as a student more than a young woman, presumably, and one boy who wasn't interested in you at all. Besides whoever caught you that once. Given that exclusive and permanent still aren't practical, I shouldn't be the only one enjoying variety and learning from it.

"I'm not going to push you at anyone. I'll try hard not to say anything about this again, ever. Your life is your own, and you have to figure it out for yourself. I'll say now, I don't want to feel that I'm holding you back in this somehow. And now I'll try to drop the subject."

To my surprise, Jenny kind of flew into my arms, crying. "Phil, I love you. I really don't want anyone else. But I know you're right. And just looking at most of the girls, at meals, with their partners, well some of them are almost giddy, they're so happy. So you can't be the only good one around." She already wasn't crying as hard, and I thought she was happy despite the tears.

"You know, we've done what they told us to, and time is passing. Get dressed. They probably want a debriefing session, but we'll find out." I suited my actions to what I'd said, and the girls did too.

Bella was in her office, as I had expected. She said, "Girls, your instructors are waiting for you," and the girls both made a point of hugging me before they went out. I sat down across from Bella.

"Please tell me what you did, and your feelings about it."

"Sam wanted to ride me. Is that what is sometimes called cowgirl position? I've heard that term."

"That is correct."

"It was OK. Nothing special for me, and plainly nothing special for her. Then, Jenny chose sixty-nine, the basic version you first did with me. I found it wonderful, and I think she was more than pleased as well. But I'm not sure the position is really a key factor. The partner makes the difference. A poor choice of position can make things kind of blah, and I want to enjoy lots of positions right now, some very much casual, one-time activities, but still, what makes things really good for me is the partner. The girls have less grounds for comparison, but I think it's clear they feel the same way, even more strongly."

Bella sat and looked at me for a moment. "Phil, you're not being quite honest with me. Or, I think you're not being quite honest with yourself. Everything you have just said is true, but it is misleading. You are the one who makes the partners. You have told me a lot about almost every sexual encounter you have had this year, and I can think of two, maybe three, sexual partners with whom you have had anything that could be viewed strictly as casual encounters. I am not one of those, myself. There was Cole, and there was another girl who, you said, barely even looked at you. She was a forfeit, and you indicated that you were just one of a long sequence, with others still waiting. You had no opportunity for personal contact there. There may have been one other.

"But consider, for example, Dearie. She was willing to cooperate because that was the rule, announced in advance and understood by all, but no more. You told me that she warned you not to try to kiss her, that she did not have to and that she would not do that. And two days later, she was accompanying you and Jenny around the forfeit area. She is a particularly striking and extreme example, but in many ways she is typical. As I say, you have treated me too as if I were a lover, not an instructor."

I was taken aback by what she said. I couldn't think of any counterexamples, but I was sure it wasn't like that at all. But I didn't have time to think further, as Bella was still talking.

"As for today, you did excellently. You are all exposed to all these positions because some of you will encounter partners later in life who will want them to use them, or who will expect them to be aware of them—or you may find ones you prefer. And, I admit, because some of you need your experience broadened. You, yourself, benefited, I think. You had performed cunnilingus, and fellatio had been performed on you, but doing them simultaneously you found went beyond doing them separately, am I not correct?

"Even anal sex, you had said that you were curious, but you found the thought of it somewhat distasteful. And the reality as well, is that not also correct? But you found pleasure in it, didn't you, so that with a partner who truly wanted it, you would perform it and enjoy doing so, despite your feelings that it is wrong? I am not thinking of the more objectionable additions, there. You agreed to do them for an important reason, but I think the prospect of merely increasing your partner's pleasure would not move you to do so again.

"I should warn you that tomorrow's activities will in some ways be quite different, in ways you may not like or approve of. Not the one you mentioned to your partners, in speculating, but in others.

"In any case, go now and enjoy your time with your partners." We stood, and she took my hand for a moment, and then I said, "Good night, Bella. I hope you enjoy your evening with your husband as well," and left.

The girls were in the cafeteria, having been waiting for quite some time. They welcomed me with very ardent kisses, showing off for people who were already eating, I thought. I said to Sam, "Remember that you once suggested that I should just lay you back on a table in here and screw you for everyone's entertainment. Are you trying to convince me to do it now?"

She smiled big and kissed me again, and said, "No, I wasn't. But if you really want to, I'm all for it. A treat for them, a treat for you, and a big treat for me. As you pointed out then, most of them have seen everything they would get to see—except you doing it to me."