The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 04

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WilCox49
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Her moans and cries were still not all that loud. Her thighs were clamped on my hand so tightly that I couldn't really continue fondling. In a minute or two, she relaxed, and I thought that if she hadn't had her arms around my neck she might have fallen. I continued to hold her up until she seemed to be recovering. I'm afraid that if my cock hadn't been still drooping, I probably would have maneuvered to pop it into her while she was too weak, and panting too hard, to resist or complain.

When I was sure Bella could stand unassisted, I let her go and turned to Samantha. She was still looking happy, beaming with joy, as I stepped up to her. I kissed her somewhat briefly, and she said quietly, "How did you ever manage that so quickly?"

I said, as quietly as I could manage, "Apparently, sucking on me had her turned on to the point that it didn't take much. Or watching you suck on me. Or something. Nothing I did, anyway." I kissed her again, at greater length. The dribbles on her face were smearing onto mine, and what had been on the tops of her breasts was now smeared on both of our chests. When we broke the kiss off, she pulled her head back and considered, then swallowed hard and began licking stuff off all around my mouth. I interrupted this to kiss her again, cupping her breasts and stroking her nipples.

She said, "That feels so good, and I want you to go on, but I'm not that near coming, not at all."

From behind me, Bella said, dryly, "All right, you've had your samples, and you need to make your decision."

I picked Samantha up as I had earlier, left arm sliding down her thighs until it was behind her knees, right arm under her upper back. She made a surprised noise and got her arms around my neck. As I moved toward the door, Bella quickly stepped over and opened it, then stood out of the way as we passed in. The door shut behind us. I took her over and laid her carefully on the bed.

I said, "I don't know where the cameras are, but I'm absolutely sure they're watching, or will be within a minute or so. We're not going to let that bother us, are we?"

"Remember, until today, every single time I've been screwed, someone has been in a position to watch. And you've screwed countless girls, almost always with an audience, isn't that right? Let them watch! Assuming that Bella doesn't just tear John's clothes off and screw him on the couch."

"I think she'll wait until she's home with her husband. He may be in for a surprise, though."

I lay down with her, and she took my hand and put it on her breast. "You're going to have to work on me a while, but will you please not try to make me come until you're inside me this time? Any other time, but right now I want to get you ready and get you in. Am I going to have to suck on you again?"

"I'm pretty sure you won't. Some stroking may be in order, and you may need to go down there and provide some lubrication if that goes on very long. But Samantha, I love how beautiful your body is, your breasts and hips, yes, your pussy too, but I do mean overall. For now, get busy and kiss me again!"

When we were done, and it was very satisfying for both of us, I said, "I was the one who told you what to do about oral sex. You had only the vaguest ideas, from what you said. And I didn't tell you about doing deep throat. Was that the consultation Bella insisted on?"

"That was most of it. She did say that she hoped that, if you could come, it would be with me. And that she thought that might be needed."

"I'm really glad you managed."

Samantha hesitated a moment. "Without what Bella said, I wouldn't have known how to do it, really, and for sure I wouldn't have thought of it. But—um. I just now realized I saw it once. Wagner forced himself into poor Brown's mouth, and for sure she wasn't sucking on him. He went in all the way, down to his balls. I didn't know enough to understand what I saw, I guess.

"But Phil, that was good for him, I guess, but not at all for her. Maybe it wouldn't have been much good for me, except I wanted so much to be able to be good to you, and I could see it was. That made it really wonderful!"

We got dressed and went out. Bella and John were in the office, and Bella was clothed. John told us, "If you'll go straight over to the student cafeteria, someone will have supper ready for you." It seemed obvious that we weren't going to be given too much choice about what we ate. "We'll see you in the same offices in the morning."

We went out, checked out of the wing, and went down the hall into the cafeteria. They must have called as soon as we left, because as we arrived a woman came out of the kitchen carrying a large tray. "Working late, you two?" she asked with a knowing, amused look. She handed me the tray. "Just leave the tray on the table with the dishes on it, when you're done."

Samantha assumed an innocent expression. "He had a few problems, but I think we've got them under control now."

As the woman went back into the kitchen, I told her, "Girls keep telling me I have a reputation for always knowing what I'm doing, and now you're undermining it." She just laughed at me. We went over to a table and took dishes off, putting the tray on another table. On a normal night in a normal week, there would be quite a few groups studying around tables in the cafeteria at this hour. Many of them would be groups of boys or groups of girls, though a good number would be mixed as well. Tonight, there were only two groups of eight, each at a table not far from where we sat, and they were plainly just talking, not busy studying. There was laughter now and then. And the groups were plainly not eight individuals each, but four couples.

We ate and talked, definitely not about the day's activities. We talked about general issues in our various classes, including some things which would be hanging over us in another week, and about some amusing things we had seen recently in gym class. Some of those related to the sex game, but by no means all. The meal was basic, but it seemed that someone aware of our tastes had assembled it. The beverages were not the same, for example, but one each of the ones we most likely would have chosen, with an extra glass of water, which I always got for myself. The dessert was pie, but one slice blueberry and one apple, again normal choices for the two of us. I wouldn't have known about Samantha's preferences, but we discussed this as we ate.

We carried the dishes to the tray, but we sat back down to just chat for a few more minutes. Just being with Samantha was a joy for me at the moment, and it was clear that she felt the same about being with me. But we both wanted to get back to one of our rooms for the night, so we didn't linger very much. "Your room or mine?" I asked her as we rose.

She said, "Mine, if it's OK with you. We should probably swing by yours first for clothes and other stuff, though."

"Do I need to bring a razor? Or do I plan to go back to the boys' wing to shave in the morning?"

"Bring it. I've always heard that men complain about razors women have used on their legs."

"Right. They're always supposed to be too dull. But first, you just come here for a minute." I took hold of her and kissed her, at length and soundly. There were some comments from the groups at the tables, and some spatters of applause from a couple of individuals. I moved my hands to her breasts, first over her blouse, and then under. After a moment, she began to moan and whimper, pretty loudly, and the comments turned into calls of encouragement with lots of laughter. I broke it off, grabbed her hand, and headed off toward the boys' wing.

"So what is that supposed to do for my reputation?" Samantha demanded. "I thought for a moment you were just going to lay me back on the table and screw me right there in front of them all."

"Rats! That didn't occur to me. Next time, maybe. It's not as though none of them had ever seen you get screwed or anything, or at least waiting for someone to come along and do it, with everything uncovered. But I also could easily tell that at least half of those noises were entirely put on. So don't complain about my damaging your reputation. But thank you for working to restore mine, a little."

She dropped my hand and took my arm instead, giving it a squeeze and pulling it tight against her. We checked in with the monitor, and collected about three sets of my clothes and a razor and toothbrush and some other miscellaneous gear. It felt strange not to be getting anything for studying.

I said, "I need to go to the lavatory before we do much else. Shall we go in here, or on your side? You wanted to watch me, but you got your chance."

"This side, please. Honestly, I should have thought to ask."

I put my stuff in one of the cubbyholes, open lockers in effect, that they had there for that purpose. Samantha took longer than I did, especially since I just used a urinal and then washed my hands. I noticed her watching, with interest, the other guys using urinals, as she washed up.

I also noticed that there were girls in the shower room, though more boys. Hey, the doorway was open—there wasn't a door there—so I couldn't help seeing. I thought that probably, as in the boys' showers, in the girls' there would be some dividers, but no real rooms or doors, with lots of the showers were around the walls of one big room. I asked Samantha, and she confirmed that the layout looked identical. Yes, she looked in, too. I thought I'd want to check before going in there in the morning, but as there were girls in the boys' shower it wouldn't make much difference anyway. But I remembered the lavatories being mentioned, not the showers. It looked like it was mostly couples showering together, both in the big room and in some of the divided areas too.

As we walked away, I said, "Learn anything new? In there, I mean?" She kind of punched at my arm. "I'd just never seen a urinal in use before. And despite watching you earlier, well, seeing boys do it is all new to me, new enough to be interesting as well as a little exciting. I'm sure that won't last. And, well, we had that unit two years ago, but even so, seeing the variety of how you're built down there is interesting. Educational. I guess there's a lot of variety in girls, too, but I'm used to that, and it doesn't show so much. We both experienced some of it in gym, OK, but if you think about it, there the guys were always big. Even after they were done, well, they weren't as stiff, but they were dressed before they got anywhere near what I was just looking at. So yes."

We checked out and went to the girls' wing. The monitor was Ms. Miller. I asked her, "Do you want to check for perfume?"

She told me, "Listen, you! Every single boy who has come through here this afternoon and evening has perfume on him, from at least two different women. I don't need to check you." She looked at Samantha and how she was holding on to me, and said, "I'm glad to see that you two have managed to bury the hatchet. Honestly. Bruja, congratulations on coming to your senses. I know it was hard on both of you, and I'm glad you've got it settled, however you did it."

Samantha dropped my arm and stepped over to where Ms. Miller was sitting, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I think if you were a student instead of a teacher, he would have requested you, and probably managed something to make it happen. But thank you! I don't know at all what's going to happen after this week, except that we won't be back to where we were the past three years, and I'm so happy about that part alone I could just cry."

She came back and recaptured my arm, but I said, "Give me a moment, please," and gently pried her loose, and handed her the things I was carrying. I went over to Ms. Miller myself, and also gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm really happy about a lot that's been happening, but I'm sorry it was so painful for you, and for Brown too. It turns out that I'm really fortunate in my assigned instructress, she came up with insight into what would help Samantha and me overcome some issues. I hope that your own assignment is as good for you and your charge as hers has been for me. I think my instructress isn't horribly unhappy with her part, either. And thank you."

We went on to Samantha's room. As soon as we were in with the door shut, and maybe even a moment before, she had dumped my stuff on the desk and her arms were tight around me. "All right, then. So you didn't actually pull my pants down and screw me there on a table in the cafeteria. Not that I would have complained! But now it's time for you to get going."

This time, I didn't bother unbuttoning her blouse, only the top couple of buttons. I reached around under it and unhooked her bra, and pulled it and blouse up over her head and down her arms together. I took a moment for another good, long kiss, with some thorough attention to the breasts, then unfastened the shorts and pulled them and her underpants off together, too. She stepped out of them, and I kissed her again, dropping my hand to her pussy, treating it about the way I had Bella's there at the end. She gasped and moaned, and tried to move toward the bed, but I said, "Not so fast!" I bent down to her breasts, kissing and licking and sucking all over, then worked my way back up to her collarbone and up her neck to just under her ear, keeping my hand moving down below the whole time. It took a bit of time, but she also came just from my hand, just like that, as Bella had. But Samantha wasn't quiet the way Bella had been. Her moans were actually loud enough to hurt my ears a little, loud enough that I considered trying to shut her up by kissing her. I thought she probably would get back by biting my lips, and I thought that if she wanted to be quiet she knew what to do, so I let her go on.

When she was done, she clung to me. "OK, Phil, I wasn't as ready as Signora Lanigan, but obviously I was ready enough." She seemed to get control of her footing, and didn't hold on quite as hard. "Can we please get in bed, though?"

I said, "Um, Signora Lanigan? Are you one of her Italian students, or whatever term I should use, then?"

"Yes. I had Italian in school from pretty early on. One of my grandmothers was Italian, and my mom knew a lot, she told me they talked it together, and when I was pretty young Mom talked it to me a lot."

"My maternal grandparents were also Italian. He died before I can remember, and she died when I was pretty young. Nobody really spoke Italian to me, though. Nonna would say things to me, but only things like hello and goodbye and I love you. Or if she did say other things, she didn't tell me what they meant.

"But that got Mrs. Lanigan, um, Bella—um, but she was Mrs. Lanigan at that point—anyway, she got mad at me. I introduced myself to her, and she mentioned that she didn't really teach for our class, but that she tutored in Italian or something like that, and then she said, 'Buona sera, signorino.' And I was suddenly four years old again, and I said, 'Buona sera, Nonna.' She sounded just like my grandmother for that moment. And she thought I was sassing her. But we worked it out."

We got ready for bed. Of course, Samantha was already undressed. I would need to go to the lavatory in the morning, anyway, but I shouldn't need to for shaving, given sink and mirror in the room. We brushed our teeth, and I got undressed. Normally, I slept in pajamas, but I hadn't bothered to bring them.

"How thoughtful of you to bring your toothbrush!" she told me, as we brushed. "I know sharing wouldn't be any less sanitary than things we've done and we're about to do—I hope!—but somehow it seems like an intrusion. But you know, honestly, any time you need to use mine, go ahead without asking. Um. It's only for the week that I'm yours, I know, much as I kind of wish it was for longer, but really, I mean it, at least for the week please treat my stuff as yours, anyway. In fact, next week we are going to have to figure out about names and sex and everything in between, but I hope you'll never go without something I could supply just because you feel you can't ask me. Ever." She looked and sounded like maybe she was about to cry again. "This afternoon, after that little game I mean, it's only fair to tell you that it was one of the happiest times I can ever remember, for me. Thank you for it all.

"I already knew you weren't holding back to punish me, or anything like that, but if I'd had the faintest doubt, seeing how happy you were then would have removed it. I only hope I can keep making you that happy, all week!"

We got in bed together. I asked her, "Are you ready? Because I am."

She kissed me and said, "What you did before satisfied me, but somehow still left me ready to go again. Yes, I've cooled down a little, but it won't take much, and after this afternoon I'm so happy to be with you that it may not take anything at all. So get moving. Please."

It took a little longer this time, but when she seemed to be heading toward it, I moved her around again for better access. I licked and sucked and nuzzled until she came again. Once again she was loud, but my ears weren't right by her mouth, so it wasn't painful. I moved up by her, lying next to her, and said, "I hope you're ready for another go."

"I am. But are you saying another of the same?" I nodded. "Please, tell me you're going to come in after that? Please? That's what I really want. Good as all this has been, I want you really with me."

"All in good time. If you investigate, you'll see that I really am ready. Hey! Be careful! If you want me inside anytime very soon, don't make me come beforehand! Anyway, yes, I want you too, but you can wait a little longer. We have your reputation to maintain, and mine too."

I kissed her at great length, caressing everywhere, but before she started begging I moved down with my mouth again. By that time she was very ready, and it didn't take much longer. Again very loud, too.

"OK, now, do you want me to come straight in? I might not be able to hold off long enough for you, and I don't want to leave you hanging. Though in that case I suppose mouth and fingers might be enough. Or do you want to kiss me some more first?"

"Kiss me, really kiss me. But not too long."

I did that. Again with lots of caressing and fondling. When she started seeming anxious and urgent, I pulled her over on top of me and positioned her. I spread her labia with one hand and got myself started in with the other.

"Oh, Phil, honey, dearest, that feels so wonderful. Hold it there just a moment. Please!" I did so, but in a moment I began thrusting in earnest. And soon she was moving with me, gasping and moaning. "Please don't come quite yet! Not yet!"

I didn't, but when she did come I couldn't hold back even a moment longer. As she shrieked, I pulled her mouth down against my shoulder. That muffled things a little.

It was pretty late indeed, and we had to get up in the morning. We said goodnight and kissed, and went to sleep kind of entwined. In the middle of the night I woke up needing to pee, and we were back to back. I got out of bed and was pulling on shorts when she woke too. "Where are you going?"

"Got to use the lavatory. Um. I suggest you not get too deeply back to sleep."

"I'd better go with you, then." She pulled a nightgown out of a drawer and over her head. We went off. There always seemed to be some traffic in the boys' lavatory, and I didn't see why the girls' should be any different, and right now there were just a few people, doing their business. Some boys were standing, I thought maybe checking out the girls, but then a girl came out of a stall and washed her hands, and she went off with one of them. Well, I guess he'd been checking out the girls, too, anyway. And in a few minutes I was one of those standing and waiting. I grabbed a moment to look through the doorway into the showers, and yes, the room looked just the same. And there were boys in there as well as girls.

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