The Humper Game Pt 02 Ch 09

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.

This entire story is posted only on literotica.com. Any other public posting without my permission in writing is a violation of my copyright.

The alarm was what woke us Thursday morning, and none of us wanted to stir, but we got up. We covered up some and hurried down to the lavatory. We weren't the earliest, but there weren't many others there at that time. As we came back down the hall, from behind us somewhere we could hear two different girls announcing to all and sundry that they were really happy at what someone was doing to them. One of their boys was making fairly loud noise, too. And I suddenly realized that both of my partners had been pretty quiet, even though Jenny hadn't done anything to stifle herself. When we got back in the room, I said as much. Jenny hugged me and said, "You finally noticed! What Sam said turns out to be right. It takes some attention at this point, and I really wish it didn't, but she says that after a while I'll just decide whether I'm going to cut loose or not and do it without thinking so much about it. And I love you for making me want to! Get in that bed right now, and make me decide again!"

I did eat her pussy up, and then went pretty much straight in. And I didn't come until her second orgasm with me inside, so we managed pretty well in the time available. She was modest in the volume department the first two times, but did cut loose the third. I doubt that anyone within three rooms either way needed an alarm clock to wake up.

Sam insisted on a very thorough kiss before we went off to the showers. We showered together, washing each other off, but we didn't dally because of the time. I made a mental note that sometime soon Jenny was going to get a surprise, though.

We had a good breakfast, eating with the same people, except that this time Ellen and Brian came. We had to spill over into the next table, where a couple of other couples were already sitting, so things were a little louder than usual, what with talking between tables. There were some bigger tables in the cafeteria, and I noticed that they didn't have big groups at them, but three or four smaller groups each. I pointed this out, and suggested that we grab one of them for lunch. Everybody was for it, especially the couples whose table we'd invaded.

We went off to our separate wings to get ready, brushing teeth and so on, and then met back in the cafeteria to walk over together. I went into Bella's office and sat down across from her. She asked me about the night's activities, and I described them. I was pretty heated in describing Ellen's condition, saying that I didn't know how her instructor had approached her except that it had been disastrous, and also that neither her instructor nor Brian's had mentioned the importance of getting things out afterward. I realized afterward that I had just described, for Bella and for whatever recording, how we had violated the rule about sticking to our own partners, and I was still angry enough that I said this, too. I told her that Ellen had come to me as a friend and possible expert, if three experiences could make me one, and that I had reluctantly done it because she was a friend and she had really needed help. I said that otherwise she and Brian were quite happy as partners, as were Sam and Jenny and I, and that certainly for the week none of us was looking for sex beyond our own partners.

Bella looked at me for a long time, at least a minute or two. She finally said, "Phil, I understand why you are upset, and you are right that things were not handled properly there, assuming you have all your facts right. I'm sure you do, I only mean that I don't know by my own observation. I will do what I can to raise this, and have the description you just gave me considered. For the moment, though, will you please calm down?"

I took a couple of deep breaths. "I'm sorry, Bella, you aren't personally responsible, certainly. In fact, your instruction, which seems to be a bit different from what others received, is what made it possible for Sam and Jenny to enjoy it, and then Ellen, too. And I do think this was crucial for Ellen. Anyway, there was of course more after that." I described the girls' little bedtime process for last night, and the wonderful time with Jenny that morning. I also said that after Sam's description of how she controlled her own noise level, Jenny had now found that she could as well. Since Jenny, like me, preferred not to draw attention—most of the time!—we were very happy about this.

Bella again sat quietly for a minute or so, and then said, "Thank you. Your reports are always far more complete, and so more useful, than those of anyone I have ever instructed like this. Or any reports I have ever listened to later.

"For today, we are doing something a little different. And this part could easily go on for months, but we are spending only today, so we will have to limit things a bit. I will be teaching you about some different positions for sexual activity, purely oral and vaginal activity. We won't be able to allow you to pursue these to the point of orgasm, for the most part, or we wouldn't be able to cover many of them. Some of these you will have done already, I believe.

"Once we have demonstrated the various positions, we will choose two of them to actually perform, accepting the need to wait for you to recover between them. Do you have any questions?"

"You say we will choose these two. Do you mean that you will, or I will, or that we will choose randomly? Or what exactly?"

"I'm sorry. You will choose. I would like to be able to have some input, so I ask that you consult me, but in the end the choice is yours."

We went into the bedroom and got undressed. I took Bella in my arms and kissed her, with some caressing alongside, and she responded. I stepped back and she said, "For most of these, we will need to be on the bed." We got into the bed, and I seized a moment to kiss her again. "The first of these I know that you have done, as you apparently started quite a commotion in gym class with it. For this, I will get onto my hands and knees." She did so. "And you will enter me from the rear. You understand, this is not anal sex, but vaginal."

I did, and thrust in and out. She told me, "Out, please, now." I understood why, but hated to do it. As I was still kneeling behind her, she turned her head toward the wall and said, extremely quietly, "I also wish you were to continue. This will be a problem several times this morning." I was startled to realize that she was trying to keep her comment from anyone who might be listening, now or to the recording.

I told her, "You said that I caused a commotion with this, but I'm actually not really to blame. The girl in question asked me to go in that way, and I'm not sure why. It wasn't previous experience, since she proved to be a virgin. At any rate, she reached orgasm pretty quickly, and it developed that she screamed loudly when she did. But it wasn't anything special that I did. And that can easily be seen since she continued with most of those following me."

She said, again very quietly, "This is really gossip, and I normally wouldn't." She went on in a normal tone of voice, "I can clear up your question, I think. In the previous session, which was the first, if I understood correctly, she had been caught by her partner, and undressed by him. And he told her she was too ugly and fat for him to want intercourse with her. She remonstrated with him, saying that she would complain and that he would be forfeit. So he lay down with her, and proceeded, except that whether by accident or by design he thrust himself into a mere fold of fat. He did eventually ejaculate, onto both her belly and her vulva. I do not know whether she actually thought she had been deflowered, but apparently the position had been uncomfortable for her, and she had seen portrayals of sexual activity in the position we just demonstrated, so when you approached her she decided to try that."

We tried a number of variations on this position, all involving vaginal penetration from the rear. We moved on to variations on normal missionary position, mostly involving different positions of her legs, all the way to my holding them doubled up to her shoulders. We also went through a number not done on the bed, for example, when she stood and bent over until she grasped her ankles in her hands, leaving me to enter from the rear again. "Of course, to do this exactly this way, the woman must be able to bend that far," she told me, patting her own trim waist. "But it is not really necessary in order to give you access that she really bend all that much." She demonstrated. I got to bend her over the bed and some other available things for practice. I would have greatly enjoyed several of them if only I had been allowed to continue with them.

She had me lie on my back, and she straddled me, taking me inside, remaining on her knees, moving herself up and down on me. Again, just for a moment, though. She said, "This position is really better for younger people. My knees are in reasonably good condition, but I think they wouldn't be if I had to do this often."

She explained some of the differences all these positions entailed from the woman's point of view, as to how deeply inside her I penetrated and what areas received friction and stimulation. I was inside so briefly each time that I wasn't sure what the differences actually meant for me. By the end of all these, I warned her, "Bella, I don't think I can do many more things before I ejaculate. I've been trying to hold back, but I think I'm at my limit."

"Then we will go on to one more position, the first of many similar ones, and if you should climax I can give you theoretical descriptions with some demonstrations until you are ready again. I am sure that you have heard of this class of positions. I don't know whether you have seen them, and if you have done them you omitted them from your description of your experience. I doubt that. They generally go by the name 'sixty-nine,' a metaphorical physical description of the position's physical aspects. To begin with, lie down on the bed."

I lay down on the bed. Bella knelt, calves straddling me, and bent over my body. Her pussy was lowered immediately over my mouth. She told me, "Lick me, in the same ways you have before," and lowered her head, taking my cock in her mouth. I warned her again, "If you keep that up, I'll come before you possibly can." I grasped her hips for stability and to position her a little better, and began.

Obviously I was wrong. I couldn't really tell what was going on with her, but I thought she was trying to moan around my cock. I took one of my hands and quickly licked the first finger, and stroked with it up and down between the labia, then pushed it into her vagina. And immediately it was clear that she was coming.

As she came, she seemed to be choking a little, but there was no way I could pull out of her mouth. Her teeth grazed me a little painfully a couple of times. Then she took me all the way in, past the back of her mouth and down her throat, and I exploded too.

When I was done, she pulled her head back and got me out of her mouth. She was panting heavily, and she just stayed there until her breathing was more normal. Finally, she got up off of me, pulled me up into a sitting position, and kissed me very hard.

"Phil, that was wonderful for me. Far better than I was expecting, and I'm not really sure why. Your technique was fine, but you really have done better before this.

"And I fear that illustrated a caution I was waiting to give you, but should have given before. If a woman, or a man I suppose, has an orgasm with your penis in her mouth, you will run some risk of being bitten. And you also need to be careful with a woman when you have an orgasm, if any part of her is inside your mouth. If you had been using your teeth to stimulate me, and some men do that, I think it likely that I would have been bitten, painfully.

"I thought that with all the practice I have had I could control my mouth. This a matter rather like what your partners have been discovering regarding orgasmic vocalizing, where controlling it requires attention, and the ability to attend is discovered and strengthened by practice. I was taken by surprise by the violence of my own orgasm, and had difficulty controlling myself. I know that I hurt you somewhat. It doesn't look as though there were any actual damage, for which I am very glad."

It was clear enough that I wouldn't be able to do my part, any time soon, on anything whose demonstration actually required me to be erect. We went through some variations on what we had just done, for example with Bella lying directly on top of me, her crotch on top of my neck, so that I had to pick up my head to attend to her. With that one, she got in some progress toward getting me ready again, and she got another orgasm herself for her trouble.

As I began to recover, we went through a number of rather athletic positions. She let me stay in a little longer with these, because I was still nowhere near being able to come. Some of these, she said, were from the

Kama Sutra

. I didn't find any of them erotic at all.

She sat down in my lap with my cock inside, once facing me, once facing away. Those I did find seriously arousing. The angles for the cock weren't ideal, but were manageable, and I felt like I was relating to a woman, not a human pretzel. She pointed out that either of us could provide most of the motion and control with those, and that, especially when she faced away, she could easily stimulate herself with a hand, and I could stimulate her breasts with my hands. I had already demonstrated that last, and I proceeded to demonstrate that I could also finger her pussy. I pointed out that there was some possibility that with that position, I might find my way into the anus instead, whether accidentally or on purpose.

Somewhere in there, we briefly tried the position Barbara had found herself forced into on that first day, though this was vaginal, not anal. That is, Bella was on her knees with me entering her from behind, but with her face and shoulders being driven into the bed—or ground or floor, if we hadn't been on a bed. Bella found this distasteful, and I could easily see why, and I was uncomfortable doing it—not physically uncomfortable, but I found it distasteful to put her in that position for my own enjoyment.

All this took a fair amount of time, even though we didn't linger on any one position to any noticeable extent. Finally Bella said, "It's time for us to choose what we are going to do, before the period is over. That is, for you to choose. I think I made clear which positions I found awkward or humiliating, and I hope you will exclude those, though if you require me I will perform them. I hope you will let me express any reservations I may have and consider changing your mind if I do have any, but the final choice is yours. And I am not supposed to say anything of that sort, but simply to ask you for your choice, and with most of your peers that is what I would have done."

I was pretty aroused by this point, so my concern was that I might come before being able to make things good for Bella, not that I might be unable to perform. I'm fairly sure she wasn't surprised at all when I asked for one of the sixty-nine positions, the one where she stretched herself out on top of me.

"My only reservation is what I told you before. If you're as good to me as you were with the earlier version, I may not be able to control my jaws."

So we lay down in that position, and there was an immediate issue she had forgotten about. It hadn't come up when I was essentially limp.

"I should have warned you, first in general. Most or all of these positions, actually most of the ones we have discussed today, require no very great disparity in height between the participants. If the woman is a foot shorter than the man, they simply cannot reach each other's genital areas simultaneously with their mouths.

"But for this position, and specifically for us, it will be very difficult for me to get you into a proper position in my mouth. If we do it, I think you will have to be in my throat from the beginning. I know that you find this more compelling, and I judge that you prefer it, so my question is whether you want to start out that way as well."

"Let's try it, then. You're sure this is all right with you, too?"

"I would have told you if it weren't. But I'm really not supposed to let you ask that now."

So she got herself into position by sliding my cock through her mouth and down her throat. "Compelling," now, that was one way to put it. I did my best to ignore that end of the situation and attend to my own job. That wasn't just so easy. I licked and nuzzled, holding onto her hips and moving them as needed, which also moved me in her mouth and throat. She came, managing not to contact me with her teeth very much, and then the same a couple of minutes later. At that point I came, too, and, well, wow. After a little time of recovery, she carefully backed off from me and then got up.

We got dressed and went back into the office. She said, "Do you have any questions?"

"Not really, except this: Do people actually do all those things? Really?"

"My own experience is greater than yours, but still limited. Some of them, certainly. Several of those where the man enters from the rear I would judge to be reasonably common. Most of them, I suspect, are done somewhat as we have done them, though not so many in such a short time, and completing each. I mean that couples attempting to survey the possibilities may try each, and return to a few preferred ones thereafter.

"So. Your assignment is to use some of these, some of the ones you haven't already and preferably some you think you're not likely to do regularly. Do as many as you can manage in the time allowed."

I thanked her and left the office. We didn't part with any physical expressions, on this occasion. I wondered what on earth was left for the remaining day. Or two days, as I thought something said sometime meant that for this week Saturday was used for instruction as well. In any case, I would find out simply by waiting.

Sam was waiting for me in the cafeteria, and we talked a little about the morning until Jenny arrived, only a minute or two later. We decided to claim a spot at one of the larger tables, to have it before serving began, so we moved to the one nearest where we had been sitting the day before. Our friends began arriving as well, and we waited after the signal until a few had arrived with their food, so that they could tell people we were sitting there. Then we went off and got our food.

More of us than I had expected sat at the larger table. Even it was pretty crowded, in fact. Besides Ellen and Brian, Ellen's two best friends, Ellen Manning and Deedee Cox, were there with their partners, and some others I didn't personally know well but who were friends with others there.

The morning's session provided occasion for an awful lot of talk and joking and laughter. I kept quiet, trying to think ahead. For the afternoon, we all were going to have to choose things we thought we weren't as likely to do normally, and that still left a large number of options. I knew my partners would have their own ideas, but I wanted to have some definite suggestions ready. So I thought about it, only half listening to the rather boisterous general conversation. There were suggestions of other things one might try, most of them not just unlikely but probably impossible to carry out. Standing on your heads? Swinging from a trapeze? Or a vine in the jungle? And those weren't the silliest, either. Parachute jumping? Bungee jumping? I didn't pay much attention.