The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 10

I got up onto the table between her legs, positioned myself so my cock was pushing at her pussy a little, and lay down on top of her, supporting some of my weight on my elbows and knees. She reached down and parted her labia, then moved me slightly so that I popped in easily.

I began thrusting, trying to hold myself back to allow her to start moving with me. I was pretty thoroughly turned on, enough that this wasn't too easy. The crowd and the noise should have been a serious distraction, but somehow they weren't. The hardness of the table under my knees and arms was more, but I sought to ignore it.

Sam pulled my head over to her for a brief kiss, and began moving with me. As I continued to thrust, I could feel her growing arousal, and I tried to relax myself somewhat. Fat chance. But when I whispered to her, "I can't hold back!" and plunged in hard and began ejaculating, she lifted her hips and ground against me and came around me. I noticed that her cries were loud, but not as loud as I knew from experience was natural for her. She was protecting my ears.

We both lay there panting for a minute or so. I started to lift myself up, and she grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss. "That was absolutely wonderful!" she told me, loud enough for plenty of people to hear. "Whenever you want to do it again, you just let me know!" There were a lot of cheers and applause to that.

I did pull myself up and out. I observed that somehow we had avoided pushing a napkin dispenser off the table, and I grabbed a handful of napkins and gave them to Sam. I was reaching for some for myself, but she just stuffed the wad I had handed her between her thighs and pushed me back until she could lean over me and take my cock in her mouth. She did nothing more than clean me off, though. She wiped at herself, put the wad of wet napkins down, and reached out to Jenny for her clothes. As I sat up again on the table, I could easily see that there was no lunch being served yet, signal or no signal. Many if not all of the servers had joined the crowd, and some of them were standing on chairs or tables. I stood up and picked up my own clothes, pulled them on, and grabbed the girls' hands, and said, "Let's go get some food. I think everyone else will be a little late this afternoon, too, but we're kind of behind." As we walked away, I noticed one of the kitchen staff women approaching the table with a cleaning cloth and a spray bottle.

Jenny shifted her hand, both hands, to hold my arm as we walked. The crowd was dispersing enough that we had no trouble, but lots of people were just standing talking, and we got comments as we passed others. Jenny asked me, with very wide, shocked-looking eyes, "You aren't going to make me do that, are you?" She was speaking very low, directly into my ear.

"Well, not before we eat lunch, anyway," I told her. I laughed at her horrified expression. "No, Jenny, you saw how Sam put me up to that. And I did enjoy the attention, for once. You had better be thinking, though. We have an assignment for this evening, remember. And it's not going to be you and me in your room with five good friends of yours, either."

I had a thought. "If you don't come up with something acceptable, and I mean acceptable to me, I do have an idea. It won't be in front of four hundred plus people, but I think I'm going to require at least a couple of dozen in the audience, if they choose to watch. And you don't have to carry on as loudly as Sam did, OK?"

I turned to Sam. "Thank you for sparing my ears, there, the second time. I think, even if everyone hadn't been watching already, it was plenty loud to let them all know. Good girl!" She looked very pleased, and grabbed me around the waist for a hug and a kiss, just before we got to the head of the line waiting for trays and stuff.

We sat where we had been sitting lately, but our group overflowed a lot more than it already had been. A couple more big tables got pushed to the ends of the one we were sitting at. If I had tried to answer everything anyone asked me, I wouldn't have gotten more than about five bites, but I mostly ate, answering questions loudly enough to discourage repeats of the same ones. Yes, it was impromptu, a response to being assigned to engage in exhibitionism later. But Monday, when Sam and I had finally gotten things straight between us—and it had been my problems and hangups, not hers—I had shown off a little for a group by kissing her at length and feeling her up some. And she had abetted me by making suitable noises. So when she suggested that I actually follow through today, I took her up on it. No, not one bit of it had been put on. Yes, she naturally screamed that loudly, though she had learned to pay attention and tone it down.

I stopped for serious eating, and Sam fielded a few of the questions. She took a moment to hug me and snuggle up to me. Jenny had been sitting there, diligently eating but looking as if she wished she were on the other side of the room—if not the other side of the world, or of the moon. Suddenly, though, she sat up. She too gave me a hug and kind of pasted herself to me. I looked at her in surprise, and she smiled glowingly at me. I said to her, "Let me eat now, but do tell me when we have a chance. Please." She nodded, big smile still there, and hugged me hard again and sat with her head on my shoulder for a little while.

The signal for the end of lunch sounded before I was ready, meaning before I felt fed, but we quickly finished whatever we were eating and got up. Friends laughingly told us to go on, they would get our dishes, for which I was very thankful. I told the girls, "I need the lavatory again. Sorry!" and fled.

I came out to the cafeteria, and waited a minute or two before they arrived. We hurried off. I said, "Is it too complicated to tell me now what suddenly changed your attitude there?" It was Sam's turn to look confused.

Jenny said, "Well, slow down a little! If we're two minutes late it won't matter at all! Do you remember what Ellen said to you, Wednesday night?"

"She said lots of things. Which one?"

"'Phil, with you, anything.' When she said that, I realized it was true for me, and you need to understand that. And I suddenly realized just now that I still mean it. If you want me to lie down on a table while hundreds of people who haven't seen me naked before look at my pussy, well, I'll do it. Really."

I was moved, tremendously. "Jenny, that I won't ask you, not unless some reason I can't imagine comes up. If you ask me to, seriously, I'll do it. But unless I miss my guess, there will be a few more shows tonight and over the next few days.

"But to be picky, surely half of the students in the class have seen you nude, in the showers? An awful lot of the girls, anyway, and that's before this week. And I hate to point it out, but even getting screwed, well, I know I'm almost the only one who caught you, and you were never forfeit, but I'm sure some people looked over and saw us that first time in gym. That grass just isn't high enough for real privacy.

"But if you don't come up with ideas of your own, I'll push you out of your comfort zone. And any ideas you have that I accept will be out of your comfort zone, too."

During this, we checked into the staff office wing, and we found the specified room number. We went in without knocking. It turned out that we weren't the very last, either. About a minute later, another couple came in.

It was an office much like Bella's, but going through the open door to the bedroom we found that the bedroom was quite a bit larger, and it had thirteen chairs in it but only eleven of us, until that last couple came in.

We sat and looked at each other. Nobody seemed to want to say anything, so finally I stood up. "You all know me, at this point, though I don't really know most of you all that well beyond names. I guess someone's got to get us started. Here's what I was—we were—told we should do." I summarized what Bella had said. "Any significant differences, omissions, additions?"

Nobody said anything. "OK, then, we need to come up with a process by which we can pair off randomly, no one to have normal partner. I have an idea, but first let me point out. We have an odd number of people, because I have two partners. What this means is that when we pair off, one girl will be left over. My thought for that is that either whatever boy goes first takes a turn with her at the end—or the first boy who is not her partner, anyway—or else she chooses at the end, but it has to be a guy who is, well, up enough to proceed without any real extra preparation. Is that OK? Objections, better ideas, whatever?

Several people agreed out loud. No one objected. There was just a little discussion, and the consensus seemed to be for the girl to choose, if she really chose someone ready.

"OK, then, here's what I propose. I will find something to write on, and write a number on it, in the range of one to fifty. Each of the other boys will, out loud, choose a number in that range, and whoever is closest to my number will start. If two are equally close and are closest, I'll choose another number, same range. Keep doing that until either one bows out or one gets a closer number. Is that OK so far?"

Again, several said that was fair. One person said, "That means you can't be first." I said, "Right. I haven't thought of a way around it, except one that I don't especially like. In case of a tie in the first round, I go first. I don't care which way we do it, honestly."

Almost everyone approved of that variation, and the couple of people who wanted runoffs said their preference wasn't anything to worry about.

"OK, then. Whoever is chosen to go first picks a girl, not his own partner. She goes and sits by him. Others shift down without changing order. The boy whose partner was just picked chooses another girl, and we shift around again. When and if my second partner is picked, since I would have picked earlier, the next boy clockwise who hasn't picked goes.

"Whoever chose first acts first, and we move boy by boy around the circle, clockwise. I think we should seat the unchosen girl after the last couple, to make sure we keep track."

Apparently, no one could see any problems. Someone asked what happened if the last boy had only his own partner to choose from. I pointed out that he would have two girls not already chosen, and only if I was last could this be a problem. I said that in that case, the obvious solution would be for the next-to-last to have to choose one of mine when it came to his choice.

So we did get the rules worked out, basically pretty quickly. In a drawer, I found a small pad of paper and a pen, so I took one sheet and went into the lavatory long enough to write "42" on it and fold it up. I reminded them, "One through fifty."

We had no trouble selecting the first boy, in one round. He was immediately to my right. He chose Sam, so I picked next, choosing a girl I found particularly pretty. She had the same basic build as Jenny, just a little less slender, with curly blond-brown hair. Barbara Williams, I thought—being not quite sure.

So I said, "I can't recall. You're Barbara, right?" She nodded. "Is your last name Williams?" She laughed. "No, Wilson. And you're not by any means the first with that idea, so you may have heard someone say it that way. But I think we should stick with first names here. Phil." Others agreed.

The choices went smoothly, with Nancy Macdougal left over. I said, "Now, time is limited, so as each couple leaves the bed, the next should be ready to get in." I hadn't thought to suggest it, but Nancy, who wasn't chosen, said, "Everyone, clothes off right now. That will help." So we all got undressed, placing our clothes under our chairs.

Struck by a sudden thought, I said, "Let's all take five minutes or so, to discuss in couples what we plan to do. We can change on the fly, so long as we don't waste time on it, but let's not stop to discuss every single time."

Barbara pulled me off to the other end of the room, and spoke very softly. "I just want to suck your cock," she told me, a little coolly I thought.

"Not acceptable to me. I insist that I try to do something for you, too. But you must have a reason. Please tell me why."

She hesitated, then, lowering her voice even further, she said, "The thing is, I'm a lesbian. I've tried to keep it quiet, though some girls know, and I hope you won't spread it. Please! I've tried to do everything asked of me in gym, and this week, as well as I could. And I know you're nice, but I, um, I've had cocks in every orifice all week, and I'd rather just you came in my mouth. Please."

"I'd like to hear more about your feelings in this, but there's neither time nor privacy now. But—quick questions. Kissing a guy is repulsive? Boring? What?"

"By now, closer to boring, I think. Not that kissing has seriously come into it, but after getting screwed all different ways a kiss feels less like a big deal. I wouldn't mind kissing you, I think, but it won't do much for me. I think."

"And if I eat your pussy, can you ignore who is doing it, and just try to enjoy the sensations?"

"Yes. Some, at least. But when my instructor and my partner did it, it didn't get me very far."

"If you'll let me eat your pussy first, and agree to talk to me, kind of to help me understand—maybe over the weekend, I guess that means Sunday this time—I'll agree to let you stay oral with me. Try to enjoy what I do as much as you can, but no pressure." I hesitated, but two other couples were still talking. "If I hug you and give your breasts some attention, is that OK, or is it out too?"

"OK to both. You've actually got me looking forward to this, just a little. It matters to me that you care enough about me to ask."

We went back to our chairs. The first couple was already on the bed. I kind of winced, watching his technique. He fondled her breasts a little, then put his hand on her pussy and kind of just jabbed a finger in and out a few times, then rolled on top of her and went in. He came in two or three minutes. Sam really just kind of lay there.

He got up, looking happy. She got up, looking, well, not really unhappy, but bored, maybe glad it was over. They got dressed and sat back down.

We were up next. Barbara and I got into the bed. I put my arms around her, and nuzzled at her neck under her ear. I murmured, "If I do anything offensive, murmur 'No' into my ear, and if I can figure out what it is I'll stop."

She turned her head and kissed me, to my utter surprise. A brief kiss, but a kiss. She whispered, "Thank you. No one else has ever made me such an offer. If you like, why don't we kiss? It may make good cover, and—"

I cut her off by kissing her, trying to make it not too intense but also to make it look kind of intense. When we broke, she initiated another kiss almost immediately.

I began to stroke her breasts. I had lots of experience, but only with girls who had at least some interest in getting turned on by a boy. Again, though, thinking of the watchers, I tried it. The reflex that stiffens the nipples is basically a mechanical reaction to hormones produced by stimulation, intended to allow a baby to nurse, and I was pretty sure it would operate even without specific sexual interest. It seemed I was right.

Eventually I took my hand and traced the curve of her back and side and hips. I told her, quietly but loudly enough for others to hear it, "You're very beautiful, you know." Again, I nuzzled below her ear, adding for her only, "Whoever may get to enjoy it in the long run."

She kissed me again. I moved my hand to her pussy. As I had expected, the exterior at least was pretty dry. I brought my hands to my lips, and tried to get a good amount of saliva onto my fingers. I went back down and tried to spread it some, touching where I hoped it might do some good. I thought it helped, but there wasn't enough, and soon there was rather rough friction again. I murmured to her, "Barbara, I'm going to go on to the next stage. Please bear with me. If I prolong it too long, tell me you want to move on, loud enough for everyone to hear."

I told her, loud enough for at least some others to hear, "Pardon me, I'm going to move you a little." I moved her legs around enough that I could kneel on the floor and be between them, and carefully began to lick. When there was enough lubrication on the outside, I paused for a while to gently stroke some areas. She responded with a couple of moans, which I was fairly sure were not merely for effect. I resumed licking and nuzzling, and she actually showed some signs of agitation and urgency after a while. I really wanted to go in with a finger, but I didn't want to warn her verbally, and I was afraid she might freeze up if I surprised her with that. I did stroke gently too. A few minutes longer, and she was definitely moaning occasionally and thrusting up and down with her hips, and a little later she came. It wasn't really anything very big or intense, as far as I could tell, but I hadn't expected anything like that at all.

After it was over, I moved back onto the bed, and she moved over to make room for me. She got her arms around me and hugged me, kissing me gently. "Phil," she said very softly, "I can't say that was wonderful, but it was definitely the best thing all week, by miles and miles. Will you allow me to change the plan here?"

I wondered what she might have in mind, but nodded. She kissed me again, not too briefly, and moved down to lick and suck, but just for a minute or so. Then she came up and kissed me once more, and climbed on top of me, and guided me inside.

I was astonished. "Are you sure this is OK?" I breathed into her ear.

She breathed back, "Yes. This part's for you, and I hope you really enjoy it."

It was obvious after a while that she truly was not heading toward another orgasm, so I simply tightened up and came. It was unspectacular, but very pleasant. And whatever her reasons, Barbara had decided to do this for me, and that moved me a lot. She pulled off me and got up, got herself next to me, and kissed me once more, lingering a bit. We got up and went over to get dressed.

We did watch, but we also talked some, under our breath. Mostly we were commenting on what we saw, and we weren't the only ones. I was very unimpressed—with what I saw most of the girls doing, but especially with the boys. "I've seen that the male instructors don't always do a whole lot to help the girls really be prepared," I told her, "but I really have to wonder whether the female instructors don't even try to teach about how to approach things, or whether these guys just ignored it all." To my great surprise, Barbara actually put her arm around across my back and gave me a squeeze, and then laid her head on my shoulder. A couple of the other girls—besides Barbara and Jenny—did come, and a couple of the boys did seem to show some consideration and tenderness. The boy Jenny was with was way better than anyone else about that. But mostly, no.

At the end, I hugged Barbara and thanked her again. "Please, I really do want to hear whatever you have to say. Tomorrow if it works out, or Sunday, if that's better," I reminded her.

Again to my surprise, she kissed me. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she said. "Except.

Um. Will your partners be there too?"

"I hadn't thought about it. They probably will want to, when we talk about this, and—is it OK for me to tell them what you said? About yourself? I won't if you say no, but it's going to make things strange if I don't."

"Let me think about that, OK?"

Then Nancy Macdougal had to announce her choice, and it was me. Well, by this time, I was ready enough. Barbara said, "Make it as good for her as you did for me!" I thought that wouldn't take much doing, but I knew she was expressing thanks and encouragement, and I appreciated it.