Student and Teacher Ch. 16

As one o'clock approached, the women all stripped and congregated in the big landing upstairs. One of them had brought the jar of cold cream, and they all dutifully applied it to their posteriors, figuring that some guys, impatient to invade their bottoms, wouldn't want to wait for the females to be lubed up. Then they each retreated to their chosen bedrooms and hoped for the best. Sylvia, who had done double penetration even before coming to Iris's house (this was at a drunken frat party that had gotten a bit out of hand), put on a bold front of being an old hand at this sort of thing; but, truth be told, she was more than a little apprehensive as to whether she could actually endure the impending onslaught of male bodies over several hours.

The guys began arriving in waves just after one o'clock. They had had a light practice that morning, followed by lunch, and were still in their uniforms. This was convenient, for they figured that it would be easier to find their clothes at the end of the party, since they only had to pick out their numbered jersey afterward (the pants also had numbers discreetly sewed into the belt-line). Every one of the twenty-six men on the team showed up, ready for action, and they all doffed their clothes and dumped them in a huge pile in the living room. The bountiful display of nude masculinity amused and even awed them, even though they were to some degree familiar with the ritual of showering and dressing after a game.

The ethnic breakdown was interesting: ten African Americans, seven Latinos, two Asians, and seven white guys. They were all in tip-top physical condition, although some were lean and wiry while others were stocky and powerful. Brad still boasted the longest member, but several others were pretty close behind in length and girth.

It was decided that each of the women would initially get a single guy, since to throw two or three guys at the females right off the bat might seem a little over-the-top. Lots had been drawn, and the lucky winners were Josh (who got Iris), Kevin (who got Vera), André (who got Nan), and Duane (who got Sylvia). They each got twenty minutes, and if they didn't come in that time—well, that was too bad! Subsequent sessions, whether single or multiple, would also occur in twenty-minute installments.

And so the party began.

Josh found himself immediately enraptured by Iris's breasts, almost diving at her as she lay down on the huge bed. His own girlfriend, to his bitter disappointment, had small tits; and when he related that sentiment to Iris, she chided him like the stern professor she was: "Bigger isn't always better, Josh!" While acknowledging the abstract soundness of that view, he nevertheless drank in the glory of Iris's breasts—and the rest of her—and had a resounding climax in well under twenty minutes.

Kevin, who had been part of the first session with Iris a few months ago, found in Vera a ripe, mature beauty that almost made him weep. She held him to her breasts like a Madonna before he entered her both front and back, coming in about fifteen minutes. André, the African American, felt a little daunted by Nan, since he knew she was "Damon's girl"; and she had to urge him in no uncertain terms to do his business thoroughly and forcefully. Even with that encouragement, he proved tentative, until she flipped him onto his back and rode him to climax. Duane found in Sylvia a wondrous contrast to his girlfriend, who was a little too slender for his taste; he liked, as he said, a "girl with a little flesh on her bones," and he enjoyed her to the hilt as he asked her to suck his cock before performing rear entry (something his girlfriend had adamantly refused to do) on her.

After this initial wave, the guys started coming in waves. It would have taken many hours to have each guy do a woman one at a time, so the men approached the females in twos and threes to see how skilled their partners were in coaxing climaxes simultaneously. Nan, to her surprise, managed triple penetration with some panache. Mark lay on his back, and she put him in her pussy; then Harry squatted behind her and entered her anus; and Gary, squatting in front (almost directly over Mark's head), gently held Nan's head while she sucked his cock. Their orgasms weren't exactly simultaneous: Harry came first, and that seemed to trigger climaxes by the other two.

Vera's one experience with double penetration (with Damon and Brad about a week ago) didn't fully prepare her for her first pair, for they were a little more enthusiastic than she had been expecting. Not that they were at all rough or violent; but they both admitted that sex with this lovely woman who was almost exactly their mother's age was quite a bit more stimulating than a roll in the hay with the standard coed. The one who entered her from behind as they all lay on their sides, a man named Frank, went in a little too far too fast, and Vera cried out in pain; Frank was hugely apologetic, but Vera urged him to stay in her bottom while DeMarcus (an exquisitely sculpted African American) probed her vagina.

Iris's bedroom had a small loveseat, and at one point three guys urged her to head over there. One, Matthew, sat down on it, and Iris inserted his stiff member into her pussy. From behind, Jesus squatted a little to enter her anus; and Tony, standing on the loveseat, held Iris's head while she sucked him. It was all great fun, and Iris herself had a shuddering climax just before all three guys came in her.

But it was the triple penetration of Vera that was, in some ways, the most transcendent episode of the whole afternoon. This happened about an hour and a half after the start of the proceedings, and she was already getting a little tired, since there was hardly a break between the end of one guy's (or one group of guys') session and the beginning of the next. The guys in question (two African Americans and a Latino) sensed her fatigue and treated her with kid gloves—until, that is, she got her second wind and demanded that she wasn't "a china doll that will break on contact!" But their entry into her was such that it made her come to a sudden realization: it was the very essence of a woman (a heterosexual woman, anyway) to be filled by a man; and if she was filled by two or three men, that only augmented the overwhelming sense of her exalted femininity. She had what amounted to a religious experience as each guy probed her three orifices, and their virtually simultaneous climaxes ensured a powerful one of her own.

Sylvia managed triple penetration well enough, although she found that the guy thrusting his cock into her mouth was a bit too forceful and made her gag a bit. But she enjoyed the sensation of his discharge slipping down her throat while the two other guys filled her other cavities with their emissions.

After about two and a half hours, the guys themselves were getting a little tired. Every one of them had come once and at least twenty of them had come twice. There was, understandably, a bit of competition among the men, for none of them wanted to seem as if they were inferior to the others in performing; and the beauty and vibrancy of the four women available to them were certainly a strong stimulus. But as they lounged naked and with cocks dripping with come, they wondered how much they had left in the tank. It amazed them that the ladies were able to endure the succession of men who showed up in their beds every twenty minutes. True, in many contexts females are largely passive in receiving the sexual attentions of men, but in others (as in "riding," which all four women seemed to enjoy richly) they expended a fair amount of energy of their own.

And yet, the women weren't exactly fresh as daisies by this time. They had all been worked over pretty thoroughly; and since they hadn't had a chance to tidy themselves up, their various orifices were leaking come at a fairly copious rate. The guys didn't seem to mind the presence of this fluid by their compatriots, since they felt they were going through a kind of bonding ritual in mingling their own discharge with their teammates'; but the women were undoubtedly getting a bit weary, several of them lying on their stomachs with hair tousled and arms spread out, half asleep.

After so much double and triple penetration, the party fell back to copulations with one guy at a time. A number of them had never had anal sex before, and they were keen on taking advantage of the opportunity. As one guy with a fairly long and thick member, Joseph, approached Vera as she was lying prone on her bed, he came up to her gently and said:

"Ma'am, may I go into your bottom?"

It took her a few moments to revive. She turned her head in Joseph's direction and gave him a wan smile, saying: "Sure, anything you want."

"You sure you're up for it? I don't want to—"

"Go ahead, dear. I'm fine. Just be gentle, okay?"

Joseph promised to do that, taking particular care to enter her slowly and tenderly. Vera was already "open" from several previous entries into her anus; but even so the size of Joseph's member took her a bit by surprise, and she let out a startled gasp that made Joseph stop abruptly.

"It's okay," she said encouragingly. "Just go in little by little."

He knew it was inadvisable to go in all the way, but once he was firmly ensconced he lay at full length on top of Vera and began pumping her, seizing her breasts with both hands and nuzzling her neck with lips and tongue. She grunted in rhythm to his thrusts until he unexpectedly came before he was fully ready for it (he had already come twice before—once in Nan, once in Iris), sending long streams of his emission deep into Vera. His time was not nearly up, so he remained in her as long as he could, until she finally signaled that it was time for him to pull out.

As he was leaving, he cried, "You're the best, ma'am! A real sweetheart."

"Thank you, dear," she said, and fell asleep—until the next guy roused her to more action.

The party finally winded down at about 4:30. The women had been amused at the idea that, at the end of the business, each of them would be treated to a bubble bath. Luckily, there was a full bathroom both upstairs and downstairs, so they figured that a pair of ladies could get their bubble baths in each bathroom, and then the next pair would get their turn. Out of respect, Iris and Vera got theirs first.

Vera had to be carried by two guys to the downstairs bathroom, as her ambulatory skills were a bit degraded at this point. The two guys who were to give her the bath, DeMarcus and Michael, both African American, had been so entranced with her that they could barely endure to vacate her bedroom after their allotted twenty minutes were up; and they bathed and lathered and scrubbed her all over—face, breasts, stomach, hips, groin, bottom, thighs, calves, and feet—with a kind of reverence that they might have shown only for the Virgin Mary. Their eyes were glistening as they performed their delicate work, and they were heartened when Vera, although keeping her eyes closed, broke out into a warm smile from their tender ministrations.

After they were finished, they lifted her up out of the bathtub and gently toweled her off. She now looked so radiantly beautiful that they almost wept at the sight. The three of them, all naked, simply stood there for some moments, gazing at each other. Vera was not unappreciative of the powerful attractiveness of these muscular men, and it was not entirely to her surprise when DeMarcus, with an inarticulate cry, picked her up by her legs and impaled her on his rapidly engorging cock.

She accepted his devotion as a matter of course, languidly wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her head in the crook of his neck. Michael, almost overwhelmed by the sight, became stiff in seconds; and he gently entered her anus, trying to duplicate DeMarcus's rhythm as he grabbed her breasts from behind.

This was, as Damon had warned the guys before, a violation of the informal rules, which said that there was to be no sexual activity during or after the bubble baths. But Vera didn't mind; and, sore as she was, she welcomed this newest round of double penetration as the natural consequence of her own desirability.

The two men's pumping was almost synchronized, and Vera could almost sense the two cocks rubbing against each other as they each plowed their way in their own individual channel. Being lifted off the floor and held in DeMarcus's strong arms, she felt almost completely helpless—but she didn't care. There were times, she thought, when a woman should just yield to a man—or men; there were plenty of other times when she could be strong and dynamic. Even though the guys had already come at least twice, this latest copulation was so exciting to both of them that they managed to achieve their culmination in only a few minutes; and as they spurted forcefully into Vera's two orifices, she herself experienced an orgasm of almost titanic effect, radiating out from her sex up to her brain and down to her toes.

The guys remained in her for a long time after they had finished filling her with their seed. Like Vera herself, they relished the post-coital sensation of peace and satisfaction, augmented in this case by their rapture at the physical and spiritual assets of their partner. But at last, after she had received passionate kisses from both of them, she said in a faintly chiding manner:

"Guys, you need to come out of me now."

This particular withdrawal by these magnificent specimens of masculinity gave her a sense of forlorn emptiness such as she had never felt before; but as DeMarcus tenderly placed her back on the floor, she could at least enjoy the thick wetness of their emission as it dribbled down her thighs, even if it partially negated the cleansing effects of her bath. She wished she could keep the stuff in her, but she knew that wasn't possible; so she snatched up some Kleenex and wiped herself (front and back) before letting the guys take up the nightgown that was lying on a nearby chair and put it on her.

Nan and Sylvia had their bubble baths in due course of time. By now it was just past 5 p.m., and in the ordinary course of things there would be an immense order of Chinese food for dinner. But the guys actually had to hasten back to the athletic complex for an early dinner there, since they were scheduled to play a game that evening. They all gave the women ardent hugs and kisses as they left.

Then the house was suddenly empty—empty of men, that is.

The four women did order Chinese food for themselves, and as they wolfed it down to appease their initial pangs of hunger, they pondered what had just happened. It was quite a new experience for everyone except Iris, and they were struggling to process it.

"So how many times did the guys come in you?" Nan said between bites of spicy kung pao chicken. "I'm pretty sure it was sixteen times for me."

Sylvia scowled enviously. "They only did me fifteen times—and I think one of the guys didn't actually come."

"You mean he faked?" Nan said, braying with laughter. "I didn't know guys faked!"

"They fake," Sylvia said sourly. "It's harder for them, because it can be pretty obvious if they don't have a real climax; but sometimes it's hard to tell if they've actually deposited their stuff in you."

"How about you, Iris?" Nan queried.

"Um," Iris said, "I think it was—eighteen."

"Eighteen!" Sylvia cried. "You lucky stiff! But lots of them have had you before, right?"

"Not 'lots,'" Iris said, coloring a little. "Some of them."

"I guess they can't get enough of you," Nan said. Turning to Vera: "What about you, Mom? Did you keep count?"

"It was a bit tricky," Vera said, looking away from her daughter. "But I think it was"—and her voice dropped to a whisper—"twenty-one times."

"Twenty-one times?" Nan exploded, incredulous. "I don't believe it! Are you sure?"

"I—I think so," Vera said shyly, going on to elaborate: "Ten times in my pussy, seven times in my bottom, and four times in my mouth."

The other women were stunned—and Nan and Sylvia, at least, were a tad resentful. Here was Vera, the oldest by far of all the females in the household, and yet she had attracted the most men of all! How could that be? Was it just the novelty thing? Or was it the thrill of the forbidden—the prospect of engaging in the fantasy that you were sleeping with some beloved schoolteacher, or even your own mother? The young women rolled their eyes at the inescapable perversion of the human male.

But they were, one and all, convinced that this particular episode would be repeated many more times in the future.