The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 15

Having remembered it, I asked Jenny, "How was the night with Jim?"

"In a way I miss you more being with him than being by myself, but that's not fair to him. I can't imagine why his partner didn't hold on to him, as tight as she could. He wants to make everything good for me, and tries so hard, and mostly he succeeds. If I try to alternate strictly nights with you and nights with him, I'll be with you in walking around every day in a fog. No, he was great, and I mean it. I think if I weren't being constantly reminded of how wonderful you are, I really think after a little while I could come to be completely satisfied with him. But don't you dare try to take that as an excuse to get rid of me!"

I squeezed her. "I wouldn't, and I won't. If you can find even one or two more that you can feel that way about, I'll stop feeling that I'm cheating you out of something big. If you want to sleep alone for the sake of sleep, well, I can fully understand. You and Sam both are helping me get more sleep without resorting to that, you understand. I hope we can keep it up, and that it will help you get more sleep too."

About this time Sam came up, and we started in for showers. Jenny knew I would insist on paying attention to Sam, even if she showered with us too. I was glad to see her look around and head over to meet Jim. Sam and I cleaned each other quickly and did have a quickie. At her request, she bent over with her hands against the wall, and I entered from the rear. After a few moments, she had one hand down at her pussy, and she came pretty loudly. Right about the same time, Jenny announced that Jim was satisfying her, too, and I was really happy to know that. I thought maybe it was a good thing I wasn't having to watch, though.

At breakfast, Jim sat on the other side of Jenny from me, and she interacted with him about as much as with me, maybe a little more. I thought Sam didn't get more of my attention than Jenny did, but it's possible.

Classes went as classes had all week. More work was added, but none of us came in for caustic remarks from the instructors. A few others did. One instructor reminded a student about the withdrawal of visitation privileges if those seemed to be interfering with classwork. Of course, she was reminding all of us, but this student appeared to have forgotten everything from just two weeks earlier and probably needed the warning. Our classes moved fast enough that falling even a little behind interfered with understanding new material. In cases of illness, some allowance was made and extra help was often proffered, but I thought the policy as stated made sense.

As we were collecting food at lunch, Miss Macgregor spoke quietly to me. "Can you and your young ladies be in here half an hour after the signal for the end of supper?" I told her that we would, failing something totally unforeseen.

I mentioned this to the girls when I had a chance, and told Jenny that I really thought I had better not expect to study biology with anyone at all before supper. She teased me a little—both of them did—but she fully understood why. In fact, I planned to limit myself pretty strictly in gym class.

In gym, I found myself again with two partners, and again one of them was Ms. Miller. I was initially assigned another girl I really didn't know, but who was pretty and, from what I had seen, nice enough for anyone. Marie Trescontraire. Her voice kind of irritated me, unpleasant to my ear, but I knew that had nothing at all to do with how nice she might be. Then, Ms. Miller was an extra, and she drew my name.

So the two of them lined up next to each other, with me at the second starting line behind them. At the whistle they took off, and ten seconds later I was after them. In this case, they seemed to be about equally fast, though one of them might well be holding back more for a final burst if needed. But I had caught Ms. Miller the last time, and expected no problems this time. And I was right. In fact, they were running next to each other, and I came up from behind and took each of them by an arm. We all slowed down and moved to the outside of the marked course, ducked under a rope, and found another grassy spot.

"Trescontraire, I don't really know you, so I'll ask before acting. I'm to remove your clothes, but you're permitted to struggle. If you want to make me work for it, I won't complain, but if you wanted to warn me ahead of time it might avoid problems for both of us. And assuming I do succeed, I normally, well, try to make it lovemaking instead of a quick screw, so I spend some time kissing the girl and eating her pussy if she's willing. If you're not willing, please say so, now or after your clothes are off."

She laughed. "I promise not to struggle, and I'm not just willing to have foreplay, I'd appreciate that. Does this mean I go first?"

"Well, I think of you as partner number one, and so yes. As far as those questions, Ms. Miller was in your place recently, and I doubt she's changed her mind in the meantime. But it's certainly your right to do so," I finished up by saying to Ms. Miller.

Neither of them said another word. I moved up to Trescontraire and took her in my arms and kissed her. Then I pulled her shirt over her head and off, followed with a bit more care by her sports bra. I removed her shorts and panties, then picked her up and laid her on the ground, where I took off her shoes and socks. I started to get undressed myself, when she said, "May I? Please?" So she undressed me, as we sat on the ground.

I put my arms around her and kissed her, a bit cautiously at first, but her response made it clear that caution wasn't needed. So we kissed for perhaps two or three minutes, my hands straying across her breasts and down to her pussy. She seemed to be very wet, and she gasped when I touched sensitive places high or low. I laid her back on the grass, and got my head between her thighs and started in.

She was certainly ready. I don't understand it, to this day. I know women don't get ready and come that fast. But that year, an awful lot of them did. Maybe some of it was the excitement of the game, and certainly from the moment I caught them they could anticipate what was ahead. Anyway, I thought it couldn't have been a minute before she came. I just kept on, backing away from the most sensitive parts briefly, and she came again. She was pretty quiet, for which I was thankful.

I positioned myself on top of her, and then said, "If you'd rather to be on top, we can switch around first."

"I don't care, don't take the time, I want you right now!" So I got my cock into position, and she opened herself and guided me in. I slid in without a hitch, and she moaned loudly. From the first, she was moaning and moving with me, and she came almost immediately. I kept thrusting, and a very few minutes she came again, I with her.

"That was really amazing. How do you come so quickly?"

"I don't, usually. But I've heard a lot about you, and I guess I was looking forward to it from the moment you picked my name. I think that must be it."

I turned to Ms. Miller. She said, "Morris, if I were minded to be a pedantic stickler for the rules, I could insist that you are forfeit. The boy is supposed to remove his own clothes. I'm not going to be so foolish, if for no other reason than that you personally are generally meticulous about obeying rules, so I know you simply forgot. But please remember that in the future. Both of you.

"Now, you've seen me resist becoming unclothed, once, when I was not supposed to, in fact. It was far less pleasant than the prospect of having you strip me and make love to me, as you both saw at the time. So please proceed." I moved over to her, sat down by her, and kissed her soundly. She also responded with enthusiasm. I removed all her clothes. Obviously I didn't need to remove my own, though a thoroughly pedantic reading of the original rules might have required me to get at least partially dressed and do so. That rule predated the present surplus of girls, of course.

I lay down with Ms. Miller, with my arms around her, and we kissed at some length. I ate her pussy, long enough for her to come, and this time it wasn't invisible or inaudible. She thrust her hips away from my mouth, her thighs pulling my head—and thus my mouth—along, and continued thrusting. She vocalized in a very normal way, albeit very quietly, from start to finish. I really was not ready, so I continued, and a few minutes later she came again.

As I still wasn't ready, I came up and stretched out beside her again, and kissed her once again. She told me, "I've said before to you that I love finding that perfume on you, and as it's mine this time, all the more so." Trescontraire looked puzzled, but a few moments later suddenly greatly enlightened.

"As you can see, I'm not at all ready yet. This is a disadvantage of doubling us up this way, although if we had walked up to the penalty area first I'd be more nearly recovered. Do you want to do something to shorten the wait?"

Without warning, Trescontraire stretched out beside me on the other side, head level with my hips. She propped herself up. "You were so good to me, I'd like to return the favor, if that's OK with both of you." We both nodded, and she began. With that stimulation, I was ready within a few minutes. She desisted, and I swung on top of Ms. Miller and went in.

She didn't come anywhere near as quickly as Trescontraire had, but it really wasn't long. Time had been called—by whistle—earlier for those with only one partner, but I was pretty sure we were fine, and I still wasn't ready to come yet. Admittedly, I hadn't tried too hard. As I continued, I could feel another orgasm building, but she also seemed to be tightening on me voluntarily. I came fairly suddenly, before I expected it, and she again came too. Again, for both of these, she produced a very reasonable amount of rather quiet vocalization.

We lay there panting for a bit, and then I came out and off of her. She said, "Should I feel jealous because you didn't offer me the chance to be on top?" but she asked with a smile that made it very plain that she was teasing. I kissed each of them, and we got dressed. We stood up and began walking on toward the finish line. Ms. Miller told Trescontraire, "You escort him back, please. I need to see to something. I will tell the gatekeeper that he caught both of us at once, which I believe is a first." She began walking more briskly, rapidly getting ahead of us. We didn't hurry at all.

I took Trescontraire's hand, but after a moment she detached it from mine and slid it up to grasp my upper arm. She said, "Morris, that was wonderful, obviously for her as well as for me. Thank you! I've never come more than once on any one occasion before, and it's usually a lot of work. I do think the anticipation had a lot to do with it, but you obviously thought I would, or at least might, come a second time at the beginning, since you kept on.

"At any rate, I'll never forget this. And the way you've made me feel, I feel really stupid calling you Morris, when you've been so personally wonderful to me. It's a lot to ask, but may I call you Phil? Please?"

I put my arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze, leaving my upper arm where she was holding it. "I'm honored. I feel much the same. Honesty does compel me to say, you're far from the first with whom I've had this conversation or something like it. But I'd love to call you Marie."

We stopped where we were for a long, long kiss.

When we reached the finish line, she said, "I know you have your own escort, and that they would let me stay with you all. I've seen it happen with other girls. Is that really all right, or are they just being courteous when they let someone join you all?"

Jenny said, from behind us, "It's not just being courteous. Anyone can see you've been very good to him, and that makes us glad as well. You're welcome to stay right where you are, for the time being. At some point, he's likely to detach himself from you long enough to take a turn with someone else, though. From us, I mean."

"Not today, I think. I have a big evening planned, as you know. Let's just walk around and see the sights."

The gatekeepers just kind of ignored us. There were a good number of sights to see, though not as many as Wednesday, when it had been wet. Sam took my right arm as we walked, leaving Marie on my left. Ever so often Sam or Jenny would stop, or go off, to talk to someone. Always whichever was on my right arm, leaving it free for the other. I was pretty sure they did this to give each other chances at me.

At one point, in response to something I said, Jenny kissed me on the cheek. She said across me to Marie, "Kiss him just like I just did." Marie looked mystified, but did so, and then looked back at Jenny. "Notice his perfume?" Marie kissed my cheek again, and realization obviously struck. She let go of my arm long enough to put her arm around me and hug me. "That's me," she told Jenny. I said, "Well, not only you, I think, but it sure is you too." She took my arm again, and we resumed walking. I gave her a squeeze as well.

Mostly we talked about what we were seeing, whether boy or girl forfeits, or forfeits with whom someone was taking a turn, usually a girl forfeit with a boy. Or about classes. All this left Marie free to join in. She had never been in one of my classes, but she had been with the others occasionally, and she was mostly in classes at the same levels.

There was one point at which my resolve to save myself for later was severely tested. We passed one of the cute redheads who had tempted me that rainy Monday where everything had happened. Jenny had dragged me past them both then, wanting me to give Ellen Manning a turn, something I was very glad of in the end. Ellen had been a friend, and had been very worried about what she expected in the shower that afternoon. And the occasion had caused our friendship to really blossom in a way that still brought joy to me.

But now Jenny wanted to drag me on past this one again, and I was really tempted. She finally told me, "Do you want me to try to make a date for you with her? I know her well enough for that."

I thought, and reluctantly said, "I don't think so. You're right, again it's not good timing today, and I'll let it pass. But the temptation is all based on physical attraction, nothing more or less. Red hair like that. If she's forfeit and I screw her, well, I was just checking her out. But if you set something up, it may lead to more, or she may think it will, and I really want that to be based on more than a cute face and a nice-looking body and wonderful hair color."

Jenny said, "I'll talk to her anyway. If I set something up, it will be because she's interested too, but I'll make sure she understands where it's coming from. OK? And I wouldn't do it if I didn't know she's pretty nice. Really."

Marie was looking from one to the other of us in bewilderment. Finally she said, "Do you really mean that you would set up a, a—a tryst for Phil with some other girl, just so—just because he has some interest in her?"

Jenny laughed. "I'm sorry, it's only that word. We've never called them trysts or assignations or anything like that, and that suggests something different. Something secret, for one thing, and this sure isn't.

"I'll try to say what happens. Phil forms some kind of relationship with someone. Most often, it's someone he tried out, as he just put it. Someone like you, whom he screwed when he caught her in gym, or someone he screwed when she was forfeit. But there are a bunch of others. When our only real sex was in gym, well, there were some of us who studied together daily. And still are. But after the game started, well, I was his first time and he was mine, and we agreed to study together, and we agreed that sex would be part of it, when we really were caught up enough to spare the time. And, I just realized, all the others studying with us actually were ones he had screwed in the course of this game. But a couple were friends beforehand, of both of us, and they all became really close, dear friends. A few others who aren't part of the study group got picked up as friends of friends, or through activities last week, too.

"Sam has replaced one of the study group, now, who really likes her partner from last week, though she may get together with Phil once in a while. But her partner is a lot better match for studying, and she'd rather have most of him than a small share of Phil. And we're all happy for her, you understand. And Sam is really wonderful, and great as part of studying.

"There are some others, too. And he seems to always wind up with really nice girls, whom we're all glad to have as friends. Yes, even if he takes a turn with them once in a while, and even though a lot of once in a whiles add up in the end."

Marie seemed to think about this for a while. Then she grasped my arm more firmly, and said across me, "Is there any chance I can get in on this? As one of the once in a whiles? Maybe an hour every few weeks or something? You don't know how kind he was to me, a few minutes ago."

Jenny laughed again. "Well, maybe I don't, but I think I probably do know. We've seen him with a lot of girls, by now, remember. Phil, I'm putting you on the spot. Does she go on your list, or not?"

"Help me remember later, and I'll do it. And Marie, if you feel forgotten, remind me. I hope I'm not going to be your only, or even main, um, sex partner, but I'd love to get to know you better, even if it starts as just sex. And I've been making a list because there really are so many I forget some. Jenny was setting these up, but I'm trying to take over from her, managing my own life for a change. And I have a tentative list, but I don't know how to use it yet."

By this time we'd seen everyone there was to see at least a couple of times. Fortunately, no one I actually felt I owed a turn to was forfeit, this time around. Whether they'd gotten caught or escaped, they were all off limits for the moment.

The signal whistle sounded, and we all walked back together. I hugged and kissed all three of them, a little longer for Jenny and Sam. But I told Marie, "I really do mean it was special and wonderful for me, too. And I'm glad it happened, even if it is one more complication for my life right now."

We went off to our separate showers. When the signal sounded, I gathered stuff and went to Jenny's room. To my surprise, Marie was there. She said, "I see what you mean, there's no more room to spread out stuff, one more person can't fit. I'm not asking to study with you, I just wanted to ask Jenny something. And Sam and Claire and Barbara all helped too." I noticed that they were all on first-name terms now, which meant things were good.

Marie left, and when the door was closed, Jenny said, "Another one! I just don't understand how every girl you screw, anywhere, turns out to be so nice."

I told her, "That's actually not true. I admit that the proportion is improbably high. But over the weeks, there have been some that I've screwed in gym and that was the end of it. And I never thought about it that way, but niceness may be part of what they were missing. A couple were great, sexually, but honestly not attractive to me at all. I guess, though, that I don't get to pick whom I'm chasing, but I do get to pick among the forfeits, and if there are more than three or four, I have to choose. So that probably explains some of it, too."

We turned to studying. Again, we had new projects to start on, often different for each of us. Jenny and Sam and I were very much aware that we weren't going to get the later study period for studying, and of course we had clued the others in on this. We had decided to rely on what had been said to me by several instructors—in particular by Mr. Miles, whose judgment I trusted in this—that my "harem" at least could be trusted to be discreet if asked to be. So we had told them about as much as we knew of what was to happen, and promised them at least a summary after the next night.