The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 05

Now she took off her own clothes, and lay down on the bed with me. "I have one more thing to show you. There are women who enjoy this. I am not one of them, but this is part of what you should know about, and it really is not bad. What is worst is that it is normally used to degrade and humiliate the woman, and in my opinion those women who enjoy it do so because they wish to be degraded and humiliated—there are men and women both of whom that is true. It can be done in connection with vaginal intercourse as well, though in that case often the man concludes by masturbating to orgasm. I am sorry, I cannot explain this without also saying that I do find the whole activity sick.

"And I haven't even told you what I am referring to, so I must be confusing you dreadfully."

I put in, "I may be wrong, but I think I may know what you're talking about. One of the boys in my class, in gym class, twice withdrew himself at the point of beginning to ejaculate so that he could cover one of the girls with his semen. He had chosen his victim well, from his point of view, someone who easily felt ashamed by attention when there was any defect in her, real or imaginary. He was caught in the act the second time, and punished pretty severely, though not as severely as he deserved. And degradation and humiliation is exactly what he was aiming for."

I hesitated. "I'm very aware of it because of several factors working together. The girl is one I admire and care about. She wasn't at that point one of my, um, harem at all, but she was brought in, a little at the fringes because of lack of space in our rooms, as part of trying to help her rebuild her self-esteem somewhat. And I believe it did help. Moreover, two of my girls and I discovered her shortly after the first time, distraught, certainly feeling degraded and humiliated. Dearie immediately saw what was needed, and fetched wet and dry paper towels from the lavatory out there to clean her up. And I arranged for her to speak to those in authority, without any part of it being made public, which I believe helped in his being caught the second time he did this to her. The first time he merely spewed on her belly and breasts, the second time on her face and hair and breasts. I'm sorry, I am getting way too angry just remembering it. But isn't that what you're referring to? And you mean I'm supposed to do this to you now?"

"That is exactly the kind of thing. But in this case, you are not going to do it to me, I am going to play the part of a woman who enjoys this, and use you to do it to myself. Do you see the difference? And that you find this despicable, not titillating, will help my feelings. When we are done, there's a shower in there. As I said earlier regarding all oral sex, all fellatio I mean, and specifically in regard to Samantha, while some women actually enjoy it for its own sake, almost all can enjoy it to please a man they love, even if they don't enjoy the act itself. Will you please allow me to teach you about this, and not try to delay ejaculation? It pleases me that you don't want to do it, but please allow me." I was still trying to work out the reference to Samantha, which class of women Bella was including her in, I mean, when she started in on me.

During this discussion I had definitely lost ground in terms of arousal. She didn't take very long reversing that. From there on she kept at it steadily, though some of the time she was almost teasing me rather than stimulating—which with her, here and now, was stimulating in itself. I did as she had asked, and worked to tighten up and get ready. When I came, it was as if there was a moment when I was hanging, unable to come but also unable to relax, and at that moment she pulled me from her mouth with a slightly audible pop. That was all it took, and she held me so that I sprayed in her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, she caught some of it in there. As it diminished, she moved things down her neck to her chest, rubbing my cock on and between her breasts, which was almost enough to prolong the spurting. When I was done, she opened her eyes, and took me back in her mouth and cleaned off the semen which I had picked up from her skin, as well as what was still tending to dribble out.

She kind of sat back and looked at me, and I sat up and faced her. I kissed her, feeling it smear onto me, and then used my tongue and lips to clean up some of what was on her face. I kissed her again, longingly, not that I wasn't done for a while. I didn't much care for the taste, but I understood what she had said about women doing this. It wasn't so bad that anyone would really hesitate to taste it for a partner she, or he, really cared about. She took my face in her hands and kissed me very thoroughly.

"Bella, you're always asking me how I feel about what has happened, and that's right, that's part of your job. But how do you feel at this point? Did this somehow leave you aroused, so that I should do something about it? What would you like me to do?"

She bent forward and kissed me again. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but an affectionate one. "In terms of that, I'm fine. You understand, this entire week has me, and most of us, aroused enough to be on edge most of the time. Particularly the women, since for the men there are periods when they're not ready for arousal at all. What I want you to do now is come into the shower with me, and clean me up that way. And we'll clean you up, too. You didn't need to get yourself sticky as well, but I appreciate it. Samantha is a lucky girl, she and all the others, and whomever you wind up with in the end. You're treating me as a lover as much as an instructor, and that's the way it's supposed to be this week, but it so rarely is. Even when the instructor is much younger and more beautiful than I."

We went into the lavatory and into the shower stall. I let her adjust the water temperature. The floor didn't have a mat, but some sort of cushioning, non-skid material was permanently installed—as in the showers off the communal lavatories. I shampooed her hair. Previously, I hadn't noticed a very few silver hairs among all the dark ones. I took soap and washed her body, all over. I'm afraid I did pay special attention to her breasts, and they responded spectacularly. I cleaned around her anus, and when I got to her pussy she moaned and turned to me and kissed me with the passion she hadn't showed a little earlier. By this time, I thought all the semen had rinsed off my face and chest, with a tiny bit of help from my hands, and showering with Bella had my cock well above half mast. She took it in her hands, with a little soap, and it quickly was at full attention. She knelt on the floor, and took it in her mouth, and stimulated it until I was the one moaning.

She stood up then, and went up on tiptoes, and moved my cock between her legs. Not inside, but rubbing front to back, as she came down to the soles of her feet. She rocked forward and back a little as she kissed me again, and we were both moaning a little.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Please, take me. Against the wall, so that we don't fall. But hurry." She backed up to the wall of the stall. I was pleased to see that it didn't have a rounded floor at that point, so that we didn't have to worry about balancing on an uneven surface. She went up on tiptoes again, and I bent my knees enough for the head of my cock to find the entrance, and I went in, getting my knees almost straightened out. She was still a little on her toes as well. Her eyes were closed, but this didn't cause any difficulty in her finding my mouth and kissing me again, a kiss that went on and on. In order to pull back for each thrust, I had to bend my knees, and she had to stand up on her toes more. It was awkward, she was just a little too short for this to work well, but it was also incredibly sensual, there with the warm water cascading down on us.

As I started to get close, I pinned her ass and back harder to the wall, and just picked her up enough that her feet were off the floor entirely, and my knees were pretty straight, hands supporting her ass. That way, I could thrust in a more normal manner. She was gasping and moaning in rhythm as I thrust, not able to really move with me at all, but she came before I started to.

We both sagged down, leaving her somewhat unsteady with feet flat on the floor, me awkwardly and uncomfortably bent. I pulled out so that I could straighten my back. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for another lingering kiss. "Thank you. That was wonderful. I wish—." She never did say what she wished, and I was mystified. We cleaned up again, with her washing my genitals and me washing hers. Finally, we turned off the shower and went out, dried off, and got dressed.

We kissed once more, then went out to the office and sat across her desk. She said, "I really have nothing further that I can say, nothing that would help. If this morning were an exam, you would have passed with flying colors. Your assignment for this afternoon is to help your partner practice oral sex on you." She glanced down at some kind of device on her desk, and went on, "Your partner is not quite done, and it's a little early. I regret that it's not early enough for you to make love to me once more, even quickly for your own enjoyment more than mine. But you will have a demanding afternoon, so that's actually for the best. Enjoy yourself with Samantha. You're both lucky, for this week anyway, and I'm not sure which of you the more so.

"Do you prefer to sit here in that chair, or on the sofa, or to go to the stairway door, or down by the door monitor, to wait for her? I think that it will be to the end of the period or perhaps even a bit longer. That's twenty minutes."

"I have a different suggestion, Bella. You were thinking of my readiness when you said that there wasn't time for one more session now. But if I use my mouth on you, and we hurry, we could be done by the signal, couldn't we?" I got up and went around the desk, and pulled her to her feet, and kissed her.

She said, "Very likely. But I can't really pretend that this is a review from yesterday, if anyone asks why we're doing this."

I caressed her breasts through her blouse and kissed her again. I moved some things on her desk, and then took her waist between my hands and lifted her to sit on the edge of her desk. I slid her shorts and panties down and off, and parted her legs. I kissed her once more, then knelt and began to lick again.

It didn't take more than about five minutes before she came again. Enough liquid came out to make a bit of a mess on the desktop. I lifted her down, and handed her clothes to her, and turned to wiping that up. She was ready to kiss me again when I finished. By that time, I was pretty interested in a little more myself, but I knew there wasn't time. I glanced at the little monitor screen on her desk, which currently showed John and Samantha finishing getting dressed. I hadn't thought to look at it earlier—and for that matter it wasn't there for my benefit, but I'm at least as curious as the next guy.

I kissed Bella once more, thanking her for both the lesson and the very enjoyable shower. She clung to me for a moment, and then I left, stopping at the stair door to wait.

Samantha came out a door down the hall and walked down to me. We were on the stairs when the signal sounded. I waited until we were checked out of the wing and through the door before stopping and drawing her to the side of the hall. A kiss came first. I said, "We'll talk later about how it went. I have a couple of things I'm more likely to forget, that I want to mention now." We resumed walking.

"First off, I got a look at the little monitor on Bella's desk. I, um, I had gone around to do something with her."

"Phil, you don't have to be coy with me. She's your instructor, and I'm only your partner for this week, with no right to be jealous of anyone or anything, much less her. So you screwed her or ate her, or she ate you, on her desk or in her chair or whatever. And I don't need to know which."

"OK. I had seen her looking at it earlier. I didn't think to look when I first came around, when it probably would have shown me something worth seeing. By the time I did look, you were both getting dressed. The view was on the bedroom, but I have to assume that it can be switched to the office. My point is, I was a few minutes earlier than you, and I had to wait. No problem, except knowing where. But in the future, I'll ask Bella whether you're still in with John, and for a time estimate if you are, and if it seems too long I'll go on back and sit in the cafeteria and wait. You go ahead and ask John to check on me and Bella before you leave. If I'm still with her, please yourself about where along the way you wait, or go back to your room, even. I suppose I might go to my own room, especially if I thought of something I wanted to get. If I'm not still with Bella, though, you'll know you don't have to wait for me, you'll find me along the way, or waiting in the cafeteria, or on a brief trip to the lavatory or to my room. That would be brief, and I'll come out soon."

"All right, that's a good idea. I'd rather not stand loitering in the halls. By the door monitor's desk will be good if it seems you won't be too long, but waiting in the cafeteria not too far from the door will be better." She stopped us, and put her arms around my neck, and kissed me thoroughly. A number of other couples passed us, hurrying on to lunch, before we got moving again.

I spoke even more quietly to her for the next part. "Oh, yes, one more thing, so I'm postponing my second one. As what I just told you indicates, yes, they are watching us. Which is fine with us both, we got that far. Bella said that she almost forgot to tell me, they had decided to tell us since I'd figured it out. That means they do listen, too, even though this morning there was no sound, only a little video screen. But she asked me to tell you, in case John also forgot, and to say we're not supposed to tell anyone else. I hope that's OK. I see all kinds of good reasons for them to want to know what is going on in our sessions, and all kinds of good reasons that they don't want us all to know, but I hope it's OK with you, too."

"It's fine."

"The other thing, I meant to ask Bella for suggestions or comments and just plain forgot. Did you think to say anything at all to John, about your, um, exuberance when you're enjoying sex?"

"No, and you're right, I need to. In the meantime, feel free to stifle me, as long as I can breathe enough to keep going. You're right, most of the time anyway I shouldn't be disturbing others. Thanks for the way you apologized for last night, too. You were right, I really needed to make an announcement to everyone around that we had fixed everything up, and that was a good way to do it. And I'm pretty sure they got more sleep than we did, and some of them may even have gotten in an extra round or two because we woke them up. And you know how happy I am to have you want to make love to me!"

"The other thing I just thought of is that we really need to go look at that list of announcements we missed. There may be something important."

"You're right again, I'd forgotten all about that, and it is a big deal."

So before we collected food, we went over to the bulletin board. The formal announcements were almost all either trivial or obvious. I wondered whether one exception had been announced specifically because of us. That said that at our instructors' discretion, we might be kept on through lunch or supper, either for instruction or for practice with our partners. If that happened, our instructors were responsible for seeing that we got fed, and that we weren't treated as tardy or out of place as a result, assuming that we were doing our best to catch up. I realized a little guiltily that I hadn't even thought, that morning, that by the announced rules I was supposed to be out of the girls' wing before the breakfast signal, and I sure hadn't been. But the monitor had checked me out without comment, and I hadn't been the last. I said as much to Samantha, and she said, "Yes, I thought of that just now, too. We'll have to get up—as in out of bed and into the shower—more punctually, won't we?" She gave me a hug from the side.

There were some interesting questions. There was the one about the showers, to which the recorded answer was that the rule had been badly stated, and that the showers were open at times when the opposite-sex wings were open. The rule as stated had considered the showers as part of the lavatories. There was a question about switching partners for the night, to which the answer was that the rule as stated might be unclearly worded, but that the intention was clear—we were to be with our partners, in our own rooms or our partners', not with others—unless otherwise instructed.

That led to a question from someone else, about group interaction larger than a single couple. The answer to that was to reiterate the rule. The answer continued, though, that this week was intended to be for learning under instruction, and practice with one partner unless instructed otherwise, so that both theory and practice could be mastered. Once the week was over, we were reminded, the restrictions on visitation hours would remain as they were for the week, but any sexual activity would be by choice and with partners of our choice. If anyone thought that trying to do anything with three or more people in those narrow beds would be worth the effort, we were free to experiment beginning the next week.

There was something there I didn't really understand, something about the few threesomes, but for the moment I ignored it. I did figure it out for myself later. With Wagner and his little group out of the picture, however things were handled, there were a few extra girls. As I guessed once I thought of it, each had her own instructor, but they were doubled up for partners, two taking turns with one boy. Less practice for each, but each gained some from seeing how things worked for the others.

And there was one question about visitation and sex during the weeks when the girls had their periods. The answer to that was that this, too, was left up to us. If during that time a couple wished to spend the night together, they would be free to do so, and to engage in whatever activities suited the two of them. But they would be responsible for cleaning any bloodstains out of towels or bedding—this was not to be left to the laundry people. I suspected that there had been a lot of laughter at that point, and I wondered how the laundry people would know who was responsible.

None of the other questions interested me, though I skimmed all the answers just in case, and Samantha was also done reading, so we went and collected food. "Do you mind if we see whether we can sit with some of my friends?" I asked her. "And their partners, of course, or I presume so. I don't know whether they will be eating together, but I suspect they will be, to some degree. And I'm afraid I don't really know who your friends are, whom you normally eat with, but sometime we probably should try to eat with them, too."

Samantha had a strange look on her face. "Phil. All that time I was harassing you, I wasn't being very nice to anyone else, either. I don't know that I really have any friends, not to speak of. I would sit with a group of girls I knew—not any specific group, I would just look for people I knew well enough to sit down with. I was on first names with some girls with rooms near mine, and some people I'd worked with in class, like that, but they weren't really friends, not anyone who would seek me out for lunch or anything." She looked like she was about to cry again. "Please. I would be honored to sit with you and any friends of yours, I'd love it, if you think they won't hold things against me for your sake. If you're sure it's all right, I mean."