The Humper Game Pt 02 Ch 11

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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We went off to Sam's room. I told them, "Grab some clean clothes. It's time for a shower now." Sam looked enlightened and Jenny looked mystified. We collected clothes, and headed off to the showers.

Once there, we found a vacant section, in the main open area. Sam and I spent some time soaping each other, and then I turned to Jenny. "Your turn," I told her. I thought she had partly figured out what I was thinking, because she looked around at the two or three dozen others in there, some girls by themselves but mostly couples, a little nervously. I said quietly, "Are you really willing to trust me? 'With you, anything?'"

She looked at me, a little doubtfully. "Is this a test? I'll try, really."

"Well, bear in mind that Sam has already done it all, in a way. What I'm planning for you is what we did, in private, after the oral-sex session left her a mess. And then exhibitionism, well, you were there. If you can't manage to come, loudly enough for everyone in here to hear you—and no faking it!—I guess we'll have to try something else. But you don't have to bring everyone in the building running to see. Anyway, first we need to get you clean and beyond. You can do a little soaping on me,

ad libitum

, too."

I started in on her, giving a full treatment. I shampooed her hair, then washed her neck, then her shoulders and back and her arms, working my down to her ass. I kissed her neck and shoulders as I took my hands around to the front, beginning at the collarbone and working down. As always, I spent more time on her breasts than any issues of getting them clean would justify, but I was rewarded with occasional gasps and moans. Suddenly she turned around and pulled me to her, giving me a long, long kiss. Her hand went down to my cock and stroked. I handed her the soap, and that got much better. I eventually told her, "If I come now, you'll have to do everything again later." She dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth briefly—making sure the soap was all gone first—then got up and kissed me again. She handed the soap back, and I turned her around again. From the back I did her belly and sides. I came back for her ass, circling the anus but not going in, washing her buttocks. I turned her around to face me, and washed her hips, and started in on her pussy.

In principle, we were washing away external lubrication, though she was also wet enough inside to reverse this given a little time. The soap provided good lubrication for my stroking and fondling. Her eyes were closed, and she moaned and gasped as I did this.

I worked my way down her thighs, past her knees and down her calves. I reached the ankles and feet. I told her, "Brace yourself, on the wall or on me if you want, and make sure we don't topple over." I picked up one foot, soaping toes and heel and sole, then put that down and did the same for the other.

I stood up, and she melted into me. We kissed, at length, and my hand went down to her pussy again. She moaned, and finally said, "What do I need to do now? With you, anything, but I need to know what."

"Trust me. Really. But here's where we'll begin."

I backed her up into the wall, and stooped enough to get the head of my cock against her pussy. I rubbed it back and forward for a moment, then with my hands spread the labia wide enough to provide access and shoved in. She gasped and moaned, loudly enough that a few nearby people glanced our way. I told her, "Arms around my neck, firmly, but don't strangle me." I put my hands behind her thighs, about halfway down, and picked her up, holding her firmly against the wall.

She shrieked once in surprise, not all that loudly. I told her, "Wrap your legs around behind me, and use them as leverage to move." I began thrusting in earnest. She kissed me, the warm water running down us both. Then her eyes were closed as she moaned, moving with me. She tensed more and more, and then came with loud cries. I noticed with appreciation that they were indeed loud enough to attract attention from around the shower room, but not enough to hurt my ears, and probably not enough to draw many people in from outside. I didn't have time to do more than notice this, because I was coming too.

There were a few encouraging comments and some applause, but not really too much. I thought that maybe people were already becoming just a little blasé about this kind of thing. I did manage to look around some, and yes, people were looking, even from the other side of the big room. One nearby boy said something, loudly enough but lost in echoes and noise of falling water, and his partner—I assumed the girl showering with him was that—looked pretty indignant and punched him in the biceps, how hard I couldn't tell.

I let Jenny down slowly and carefully, and she immediately grabbed me into a kiss that went on for a while. If I opened my eyes, I could see Sam smiling benignly at me, a little behind Jenny and to one side. Finally, I broke, and I told her, "I think I need to soap some areas again."

"You're just looking for an excuse to get your hands on my pussy again!" But she was smiling big as she said it. I took the soap from Sam, who had rescued it from wherever it had gone, and washed thighs and vulva and up inside as far as practical. When I was done, Jenny kissed me again. "You had me so worried, but that was fun!" She hesitated, and then told me, "I love you so much. And I really do mean, 'With you, anything,' even if I'm afraid too. I hope you won't, honestly, but if you want to spread me out on a cafeteria table, too, I'll do my best to enjoy it and draw the biggest crowd I can."

"I don't think that one will be necessary, but I'll keep thinking a little bit. I think that, for you, a little of that kind of exhibitionism is probably a good thing. Think about it a moment. Six months ago, if someone told you that you'd be screwing a boy, any boy, in your room with three or five other girls watching intently, how would you have felt? And you wound up organizing it, in the end."

During this, we had all moved out of the shower and collected towels and dried off, and were getting dressed. Jenny's hair was still wet, and she just wrapped it in a towel until she could get back to her room—Sam's, actually—to comb it out. Sam's hair was a little damp, but she'd mostly kept it out of the path of the water.

"We're really supposed to do another swapping event of some kind," Jenny reminded us. "I'm kind of down on it after this afternoon, but we were instructed to."

But when we got to Sam's room, there were people waiting for us in the hall. Ellen and Brian, and Ellen's friends Ellen Manning and Deedee Cox, and their partners, Bill Williams and Tim McGrath. Jenny and I were both on first-name terms with Ellen and Deedee, but we only slightly knew Williams and McGrath.

Ellen (Chan) said, "That was you down in the showers a few minutes ago? I might have known." We all laughed. From some people that would have been barbed, but not from Ellen.

Brian looked at us. "That might affect timing," he said, looking around at the others. After a moment, he went on. "Phil, Sam, Jenny, we want to ask another favor of you. We hope it will be easier and better for you three than the last one, but even if some of us are tending to forget, it is a favor, not something you're obliged in any way to do. I realize that Wednesday Ellen was asking for more than a favor, for both of us, but she felt free to ask because of prior relationships, and, well, you did it because it was Ellen who asked, and you saw she really needed help."

Ellen said, "Brian, do I need to ask them myself? You usually get to the point without so much wandering around first."

"No, I think that's not playing fair. I'll try to be direct here, then. I don't know about your afternoon session, but ours—that's three different sessions—were pretty dismal. My part went pretty well, and I think a lot of that is due to Ellen's being willing to tell me what I do wrong, and way more than that to what I saw Wednesday night. Anyway, the problem as I see it was that out of eight couples in my group, six of the boys were, well, insensitive. Get in and enjoy yourself, and assume that makes it good for her. These two girls were pretty unhappy with the attention they got, too." He indicated Ellen M. and Deedee. "I think these guys enjoyed it more, but I'm not sure about their partners, partners for that session I mean.

"Anyway, we talked, and I think we'd all kind of like to do a session of our own, with you three. It even fits with what we were told to do tonight. If it's not OK with you, we'll see what we can manage on our own. And I really do mean that part! Ellen and I owe you too much to ask you to do this unless it really is OK with you."

I answered. "I think the girls, my partners I mean, are going to have to weigh in. This is not a decision I'm making for them. For myself, I'm not unwilling. In our group this afternoon, we saw about what you described. And Ellen and Deedee can tell you up front that we don't know each other all that well, but what I've seen I've liked." I continued right on, because I saw Sam opening her mouth to jump in, and I thought I knew what it would be. "And no, Sam, I do not mean that they are pretty enough for anyone, though they are, I mean what all they've had to say and how willing they were to take me as a friend just because Ellen had. I did have one turn with Ellen in the first or second week of the gym game, and that went very well, for both of us.

"But I have to ask exactly how this is supposed to work. Four boys and five girls. Who gets left out?"

"What we were thinking was that you could have turns with Ellen and Deedee. My Ellen really wants a chance with you, but she's more than willing to wait for a better occasion. What you did Wednesday, well, it means a lot. I would be asking to have a turn with either Sam or Jenny, your choice—theirs, I mean. The other two would have to sort out who's with my Ellen and who's with your other partner.

"And I've told the guys it's no deal at all if your partners and Ellen aren't the ones in charge, for them. And for me. However we sort out the couples. We're all here for some instruction and demonstration we didn't get from our own instructors."

"So I still have to manage two girls? Um. It's been an intense day. This morning I screwed my instructor. Instructress. You all know what I did at lunch, I assume you saw it too. In the afternoon session, I screwed two—because of these two, there was an odd woman out, and she got a free choice and chose me. And a few minutes ago, well, apparently you heard. Five times, admittedly spread over most of the day. If the girls all agree, I'll try, but no promises. I did manage five in just gym class a couple of times or so, but with the fifth one I wasn't sure I would finish, especially the first time. Admittedly, those were in just one class session.

"And I'm afraid I'm getting to be in a rut of my own. Kiss her, fondle her breasts, fondle her pussy, eat her pussy, and either something like sixty-nine or a regular screw. I try to adapt to the particular girl, but I've been doing this sequence too much."

"You left out something important," Jenny broke in. "You almost always, make that absolutely always I think, try to find out what she wants first. Sometimes with just us you don't exactly bother with that, but by now you know what we like. And if we want something different, you trust us to tell you.

"But Brian, you should have heard him earlier. First with Sam, before lunch, they talked about Monday night when they almost did it then in the cafeteria, and he made sure she really wasn't just teasing. Without appearing to do more than tease her back, but you bet he was listening! But then, with Wilson, Barbara Wilson, and then with Macdougal. Macdougal just said she wanted what Wilson had had, and he made me proud of him in how happy he made her. But with Wilson he spent a lot of time talking over away from everyone, until everyone else was long done with planning. And then I'm totally sure she changed whatever they planned, without telling him what she wanted to do, and he went along without blinking. Phil, there's one big reason that almost every girl you've ever screwed has wanted to do it again!"

At the mention of Wilson's name, all three of the girls, Ellen and Ellen and Deedee, had looked startled, shocked even, for a moment, and then gone blank. I said, "Sam, please excuse me for taking charge here, it's your room after all, but I need to talk to these three for just a minute or two. They misunderstood something Jenny said, and it's kind of something personal. Can the rest of you just go out in the hall? I promise, not much more than two minutes."

I got mystified looks from everyone, without exception, but everyone else filed out and closed the door. I spoke very quietly, and really fast. "When Wilson and I talked, she started off by saying that she just wanted to suck my cock, I'm assuming in fast-and-get-this-over-with mode, from the way she said it. I told her I wasn't going to take that without trying to do something good for her, somehow, but I asked her why, too. And she told me. I'm not spilling to anyone without her say-so, period, OK? I think the week has been awful for her because everyone is doing stuff to her without any consideration for her own feelings, and that's not entirely their fault since they don't know and have to make some assumptions.

"I did get her to come by eating her, not a big event except in context I think, and at the last minute she decided to screw me instead of sucking, without telling me more than that she was changing plans. That was a total bust—except that she was doing it for me, and she made it pretty good for me, and she wasn't looking for more for herself at that point. But what she told me is safe with me, unless and until she says differently. I did make her promise to talk to me sometime tomorrow or probably Sunday. I want to know how she's managed and how she's feeling. Do I need to say anything more now?"

Ellen (Chan) grabbed me for a quick kiss, just a peck. "She's really nice, and I was afraid of how it might have worked with the two of you, that's all. I'm sure these two were the same, we all know, and we like her." She went over to the door and opened it, and said, "You can all come back in now. Please."

I recognized the looks on my girls' faces, so I said, "You two, please don't try to make me talk about it. Ellen will tell you I'm clamming up for a good reason. Really."

Ellen nodded. "That's really true. More reason for the two of you to be very proud of him. I am!"

I went on, "OK, girls, we have a request. I've said I'm willing but may be unable, but nothing is happening without your OK. If we're doing it we can't waste time, really. If not, we can't waste their time, they'll need to go to plan B, whatever that is. So tell us all, please."

They looked at each other, and Jenny said, "Yes. With the stipulations Brian put on it. They kiss, caress, stay out, come in, whatever, as we say, and same for Ellen with whichever of them. And guys, I'm not—we're not—saying that to enjoy calling the shots. It's just what Brian said, what we saw in our group this afternoon too. There was Phil, and one other guy, the one who screwed me as it happens, who wasn't really bad at all except by comparison. In fact, next week and thereafter, when Phil's not available I just may go after him. He was way better than my instructor, that's for sure. But the rest, um, robots. Or zombies. Or sleepwalkers. You guys can do better, and if not you can learn better, and I mean it."

"Phil, are you up to starting? That will give you the most time to get ready for another turn later," Ellen asked me.

"Um. The discussion has me apparently ready to go. Beyond that, we'll have to see. Can we set up couple assignments first?"

"You know whom you're doing. I'm going to choose Bill, so he doesn't have to switch names. You two choose between Brian and Tim. Phil, I think the girls are willing to follow your lead, no prior discussion needed, but I know you'll check with them anyway. Pick one and get started."

Ellen (M) was beautiful in her own way, quite tall, a little plump for my taste, or perhaps solid or stocky or something, blonde, beautiful wavy or curly hair, nice big breasts but not saggy. I turned to her and said, "Would you mind if we start off dressed? Maybe shoes and socks off first? I'd love to undress you, and you can choose whether to do so to me or let me undress myself as we go."

She stood up and opened her arms. "Well, then, what are we waiting for? Oh, shoes and socks." And she sat down again and started in on them. I had mine off by the time she was done. We both stood. "Now," she said. "I know you're officially in charge. But please, kiss me. I was so envious of Samantha before lunch today."

"Do you want a bigger audience? We can go out by the monitor's desk, or to the cafeteria or something if you want."

"It's actually tempting. But it wasn't the audience I envied her for, it was the attention you gave her. Even if you didn't really take all that long."

I stepped up to her and we kissed. We continued this for a while. I eventually said, "Is it OK for me to go on?" It didn't seem to me that she was responding all that much. But she said, "Oh, please, Phil."

I put my hand on the side of her face and kissed her once more, and then began to stroke her breasts, through her clothes. I could feel the nipples harden, a lot, pretty much instantly. She said, "Oh, my, that's—", and then she moaned and kissed me with much more passion than she had shown me yet. I caressed more, and she moaned more deeply. When she broke that kiss, she was breathing pretty hard. "Oh, go on!" she said. "I can't wait!"

This wasn't what I expected, not at all. Initially she had seemed to be holding back, and suddenly she was apparently completely ready. I unbuttoned her blouse, and cradled her breasts through her bra. She gasped and moaned and panted as though we were much further along. I slid the blouse off, and unfastened the bra and took it off her too. I laid them on the desk. I buried my face in her breasts. I thought they might have been the most beautiful I had ever seen, certainly larger than any I had fondled like that—except on three or four girls whom I found unpleasantly fat, and Ellen certainly was not that. She seemed to respond to each touch on her breasts.

I took off my own shirt and laid it down too. I embraced her closely again, feeling the rub of her breasts, and especially the nipples, against my own chest. She was slightly taller than I was, which seemed to emphasize the thrust of her breasts somehow.

I kissed her again, but she was distracted. I resumed stroking her breasts, rubbing the nipples. And then she came, loudly, for a long time.

When that was past, she pulled me to her and really kissed me. I continued stroking, and she clearly was being affected, but the urgency was gone for the time being. She finally said, "It's never happened to me like that before."