Teaching Her Men
by Hal Russell
(LLP-813)


CHAPTER ONE 

Renee had been floating in the water almost twenty minutes now. Her back 
arched. Her long blonde hair floated easily in the water behind her. Her 
arms and legs were just barely moving to keep herself afloat as she 
concentrated on the vibrator in her vagina. 

The vibrator was white, penis-shaped, plastic and ran on batteries. It was 
waterproof. It was held in place by her bathing suit and was not making her 
cum, only keeping her turned on and allowing her water-oriented fantasies to 
ripple without resistance through her mind. 

It was near midnight and she realized that soon she should leave and go home 
to get some sleep. But it was so delicious. The natatorium was totally dark 
except for the soft, pale blue lights from the midnight sky that filtered in 
through the long row of glass brick windows that ran the full length of the 
giant room. 

The gentle rhythms of the waves moved around the Olympic-sized pool, caused 
by Renee's gentle movements. The bleachers running up from the edge of the 
pool to the ceiling all along one side were empty. The room was completely 
silent except for the gentle murmuring of the moving water. 

At the moment Renee was having a fantasy fuck with the newest boy on her 
swimming team. He had just entered La Verne Military School three days 
earlier, having transferred from another school in downstate Colorado on the 
premise that being farther up in the Rockies and closer to Denver, he would 
have more access to his favorite sport, which was skiing. However, he was an 
expert swimmer and almost the first thing he had done after enrolling was to 
approach Renee and introduce himself, asking if he could be on her team. 

She had been coaching only a few months, but already she realized that if 
she were as successful as she had been at her last school that La Verne 
Military School's swimming team would be a standout in the state in short 
order. It seemed as though she had a never ending supply of young, strong 
men, all of them between eighteen and twenty, who wanted to make the team 
and were good enough, with a little training, which she was capable of 
giving because of her vast experience in swimming, to become a standout 
threat in the state's swimming program. 

As she lay there, she imagined the new boy's penis to be as hard and about 
the size of the vibrating dildo in her cunt. 

It would be so nice if he could be there lying on top of her, moving in and 
out. But that was something she didn't want to happen. Although fucking was 
fine and she was certainly not a virgin, Renee, at twenty-seven, had had her 
share of bad experiences sexually, especially her last one.. 

If Professor Booker hadn't been so sexually pushy, she would have never been 
here at La Verne Military School, but Professor Booker had taken advantage 
of the fact that she was his assistant and at virtually every chance she had 
had to fight off hands on her knees, hands on her buttocks, hands touching 
her bosom as they had worked together that she had finally grown so nervous 
and frustrated that she had simply left the coeducational junior college and 
had sought work elsewhere. She had used connections, family connections, had 
landed the job at La Verne Military, and Professor Booker had become a thing 
of the past. Still he had blazed a traumatic scar across her sexual 
personality. 

She shuddered as she lay in the water, partially thinking of his lecherous 
hands, partially feeling the ministrations of the happy vibrator in her 
cunt. 

Her mind drifted away from Professor Booker. She would have her major orgasm 
in a moment. But first just a little more of this lovely cloud-like 
floating. 

Renee had been a swimming star, both in high school and in college, and was 
like a fish in the water. As a result she lay almost casually, as if lying 
on a goose down pillow, unafraid and relaxed, totally without concern as to 
whether or not she would float. She moved her hips in the water gently, as 
if trying to fuck the dildo, or perhaps as if trying to fuck the fantasy boy 
that she imagined between her legs. 

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she began working her way toward the side of 
the pool. Another ten minutes and she was there. When she felt the tiled 
edge against her fingertips, she paused. Just another moment, she thought to 
herself. It was all so lovely. The deep blue waters of the natatorium 
seeming to caress her and-give her a feeling of security. She loved her own 
sexuality. She loved the feeling of freedom it gave her and she expressed it 
often, not always, of course, in the water, but water was indeed of special 
meaning to her. 

Finally, when it seemed as if she had teased herself long enough and the 
glow in her stomach was so profound that it made her smile, she rolled over 
quickly in the water, her hand taking the edge of the pool to steady 
herself, then reached down and pulled the plastic dildo from her cunt. 
Almost in the same motion, she pulled the swimming suit pants off from over 
her legs. She threw the pants up on the deck and quickly looked up to see 
where the rubber dildo was lying. She was only a couple of feet from it. It 
was long and supple and her hand snaked out and took hold of it and pulled 
it into the pool with her. 

Then she moved her body along the edge of the pool, searching for the jet of 
water coming out underneath the surface. She had put the rubber dildo as 
close to the jet as she could, so she only had a foot or so to go, and when 
she felt the energetic lustful stream against her legs, she quickly 
positioned herself so that her clitoris was directly in front of it. Before 
beginning to concentrate, however, on the feeling of the jet stream, she 
deftly inserted the long supple dildo into her cunt and positioned herself 
so that the base of the dildo was directly underneath the hole from which 
the water was emerging. 

Then holding the edge of the pool with her right hand so as to steady 
herself and the base of the dildo with her left hand, she maneuvered her 
body subtly so that her clitoris was getting the full effect of the water. 
When the water hit, a soft murmur came from her throat as if in disbelief at 
the pure pleasure she was feeling. 

"Oh," she said. "Oh." 

It was a long, soft moan, guttural, almost coming from her stomach, rumbling 
up out of her, animalistically almost. It was a beautiful sound. It seemed 
to echo around the large room. She began to slowly fuck the dildo, not being 
able to make large moves with her pelvis since her feet were not anchored to 
anything, but still she could feel the long, slender plastic phallus moving 
in and out of her cunt. 

Because she had spent so long stimulating herself, Renee was almost at the 
point of orgasm when she began. Consequently, very quickly, a tiny, 
thrilling, hot, piercing orgasm shot through her body. 

"OOOOOHHHHHH," she said. 

She continued to fuck herself, knowing that what had happened was only the 
beginning of several, and that it took some time and expertise to build 
herself up to the orgasm she had been waiting for all evening. 

The water seemed to increase its demanding staccato on her clitoris. It was 
almost too violent, but Renee was used to it now even though she'd only been 
there three months. 

Because of the lack of traction on her feet, she had developed a fucking 
motion that was almost like the belly roll a belly dancer does and now she 
could feel it taking over her stomach as if an automatic reflex. Her 
clitoris seemed to bob and weave under the demanding sensual water. 

The long penis seemed to penetrate farther and farther into her stomach. 
Renee was slipping from a dimension of consciousness to another dimension of 
consciousness, this one deeper and more concentrated on her sexuality. She 
began to imagine a sequence of lovers, different-sized penises, different 
degrees of thrust, but all with the same intent, that of fucking her as hard 
as they could and her stomach was recreating that in its rolling sensual 
actions, the dildo thrusting now much more violently and firmly in and out 
of her cunt like a machine. Her mind went blank except for the area around 
her clitoris and the hot burning pit of passion just behind it that was 
burning its way upward into her stomach, into her chest, behind her breast, 
into her legs, her thighs, her loins, her pubic hair, her anus, everything. 
She was, for this brief moment, suddenly and completely a turned on nerve 
complex without any malfunctioning whatsoever. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," she said. 

It was a long low sound. 

"OH THAT'S GREAT, OH YES, OH YES!" 

She began to talk to an imaginary lover. 

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER, HURT ME IF YOU CAN, JUST FUCK ME HARDER 
AND DEEPER, MAKE ME CUM. I WANT TO CUM, I WANT TO CUM. OH YES, NOW. YES, 
YES, YES." 

Her voice became demanding. 

She had slipped quietly from the large gymnasium building, carefully locking 
the doors behind her, feeling privileged to have a key to the place. Her 
body was glowing now, completely satisfied sexually. She knew she would have 
a marvelous sleep. She hurried home to her tiny apartment and her soft, 
soft, sensual bed. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As she sat on the edge of the pool watching her team practice, Renee's eyes 
closed momentarily and she tried to imagine the effect of the pool last 
night, the night before at midnight, the almost black womb-like effect 
caused by the warm moisture of the pool and the almost total lack of 
visibility. 

She smiled to herself and opened her eyes, the bright lights almost stunning 
them even though she knew they were there. She watched the guys swim. If 
they only knew. They had no idea whatsoever that she had been there the 
night before, nor had anyone else. It was her perfect secret. 

She looked at her watch. It was five-thirty. She wanted to get the team out 
of the building by six and she still had the race to run. She blew her 
whistle. 

What she did was run heats. It wasn't really a race, but the young men made 
races out of the heats since they were swimming side by side and in 
competition with each other. She began to run heats, and finally when she 
came to the last one, she realized that all of her best swimmers, all five 
of them, had somehow maneuvered to be in the water at the same time. 

She smiled to herself. It will be a good test for Lance. She looked at him 
as he stood at the edge of the pool waiting. He was almost world caliber 
right now, but he had his rough edges. He needed practice. He needed 
coaching. He had been one of the pleasant surprises for her when she took 
over the team. She recognized world class swimming and knew that he had the 
talent. He was still very young, being just a few months shy of twenty, but 
his body was tall and angular, with swimmer's shoulders and legs, and 
powerful enough to propel him through the water dynamically. 

He was easy-going, rugged in appearance, and a very good team member. He 
loved to practice and she had high hopes for him. She blew her whistle to 
get them going and watched in fascination as the five swimmers churned back 
and forth, negotiating the ten laps the heats took. Clearly, with each lap, 
Lance moved ahead of the rest of the swimmers slightly. She could see that 
he was losing most of his advantage in his turns. Somehow he hadn't quite 
gotten the knack of turning in a race, Jutting the end of the pool, 
jack-knifing, pushing off, and through skill, gaining another percentile of 
distance on his competitors. 

When it was over, she told him simply that she would like him to stay a few 
moments so they could work on turns. He happily agreed. When the rest of the 
group had left, Lance sat simply on the edge of the pool, his long, angular, 
muscular body leaning forward on his arms, his breath still somewhat heavy 
from the massive exertion of a few moments before. 

Renee stood beside him, going over the details of the turn, a thing they had 
discussed several times already, and then she began explaining to him where 
it was she felt he was weak. He was too fast and violent as he spun under 
water after touching the end of the pool, and he was moving himself perhaps 
as little as three inches too far away from the edge of the pool so that 
when his legs pushed against it, he was losing the jack-knifing effects of 
those inches, which resulted perhaps in as much as a loss of half a yard as 
he projected himself out into the pool under water. He understood 
completely. They talked about it some more and finally he got into the water 
and began to practice. 

While he had been listening, Renee had been aware of the fact that she felt 
he was sexy, but she had long since learned to disregard her personal 
feelings, especially her sexual urges toward the young men and had been very 
business-like. Now she stood on the edge of the pool looking down at him as 
he came driving in to touch the pool and then spin and push off under water. 
Each time he would surface and listen to her explanation of how she felt he 
could do it better and each time he would make the same mistake. 

Finally, after several minutes, Renee lowered herself into the water. She 
was wearing her usual practice costume, a simple black one-piece 

Olympic type swimming suit and she wore it simply because it was her 
pleasure and she felt it was more efficient to get in the water at odd 
moments to demonstrate certain techniques to the team. She demonstrated the 
turn several times. 

Lance could see what she was trying to show him. He talked about it 
intelligently. As this went on, several of the swimmers who had finished 
dressing came in and stood by the pool for a few moments, then said goodbye 
and took off. They had been working for perhaps a half hour. Moving to the 
edge of the pool rather than getting out, Renee positioned herself so she 
could watch Lance's turn as he began to practice again. 

Right away she realized he understood what she was saying. His first turn 
was much better. He surfaced happily, having felt the extra energy he got 
from a more bent position of his legs at the start of push off. He tried it 
again. Renee felt excitement at achieving something. She shifted her 
position slightly to get a better look. 

Her movement inadvertently put her pelvis directly in front of the jet of 
water coming into the pool underneath the surface, the very jets she had 
used the previous night to masturbate with, and her. body jerked 
inadvertently to get away from it. But she had not moved fast enough. The 
wildly surging water had penetrated the fabric of her suit, pushing past the 
outer lips of her vagina, and had gone rippling for a brief second across 
the dormant tip of her clitoris. A warm surge of passion shot through her. 
It almost frightened her it was so intense. Lance was in his turn at the 
time and when he surfaced, Renee simply had to tell him she couldn't see it, 
asking him to do it again. And he began again. She tried to push the thought 
away and as she watched, the jetting water hit the outer half of her rump, 
reminding her it was there. She liked the feeling. She smiled to herself. 
Certainly one more wouldn't hurt. 

She talked to him briefly after he surfaced, suggesting he try it again, and 
as he went into his move, she moved her pelvis back in front of the jet. 
Again the fantastic surge of passion. She loved it! It was incredible! She 
pulled her pelvis away. She had not anticipated the severity of the effect, 
however, and was turned on now. This time he surfaced almost directly in 
front of her, having repeated the same thing several times and looked into 
her eyes. He actually surprised her. Her mind was miles away. Her mind was 
actually on her cunt, but it seemed as though she were distracted and she 
looked at him in surprise. 

He could see the look on her face. "What's the matter?" he said, gasping, 
water spilling from his face, his hair flat against his head. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. She was embarrassed and she turned to face the 
edge of the pool. 

He mistook her movement for being in trouble, and he quickly moved to take 
hold of her, to protect her. 

"Miss Logan, are you all right?" he asked with concern. There was urgency in 
his voice. He put his arms underneath her arms as though to keep her from 
sinking into the pool. 

He caught her literally by surprise, or at least the physical touch of his 
body against her body surprised her. She had not gotten over the effects of 
the water and the dramatic and sudden closeness of the sexy young man was 
more than she could handle. 

For a brief moment she responded to the warmth she felt. Lance was not the 
innocent young man Renee thought him to be. Lance was in La Verne Military 
because he had been a trouble maker at his previous school. Lance was on 
probation with his parents and was a boy of the streets. He was very 
familiar with women and women's responses and Renee's sudden movement in 
response to his closeness was all he needed by way of message. 

He backed off slightly, startled at the new development. Renee tried to 
cover, but as far as Lance was concerned it was too late. Without waiting, 
he moved forward again. This time his body was more aggressive, his arms 
more aggressive. 

"Miss Logan," he said quietly. "Miss Logan, it's alright." Without realizing 
it he had pushed her body directly in front of the jet again. 

Again Renee got the same passionate shock that ripped up into her stomach, 
much stronger now than ever before. Somehow she went weak. Somehow she was 
unable to cope. 

Almost instantly Lance felt the water jet himself. It seemed to bounce off 
her pelvis against his leg and against his own pelvis. He wasn't close 
enough so his penis was against her, but he was close enough to feel the 
water and he was very familiar with water jets and what they did to women. 
He understood almost instinctively. He felt his penis jump in his tiny 
swimmer shorts and simply pulled Renee toward him, beginning to kiss her 
passionately. 

She pulled away, trying to fight him off, but she didn't fight very hard. 
"NO," she said. "NO, WE CAN'T DO THIS. NO, PLEASE LANCE, PLEASE." 

He pulled her back, kissing her again, his lips going from her lips to her 
cheek and her neck, and he was consciously now holding her body in a 
position where he thought the jet of water was hitting her-and he was right. 

Had it been any other place, any other circumstance, Renee would have been 
able to control the situation. But this time the combination of his 
manliness and virility with the demanding jet of water that she was so 
susceptible to, was too much and within an instant she was flooded with 
passion. 

Quickly her arms went around him and just as quickly her legs reached out to 
get a grasp on his legs somehow to pull her body closer to his. In the brief 
instant it took to maneuver themselves, suddenly Lance and Renee were locked 
in a highly intimate embrace, her legs simply around his waist, pushing her 
vagina against his cock, her lips seeking hungrily the texture of his mouth, 
his teeth and his cheeks. Her eyes were closed. For a brief second she was 
almost frantic. Then the mood left her slightly and she regained a measure 
of control. The frantic aspect was gone. Tension went out of her body. She 
began to enjoy his touches. There was no reason to leave his body. She just 
wanted to be close and slow. 

She slid her hand down between their bodies. She had often seen the bulk of 
Lance's penis as it wrapped downward underneath his body, underneath his 
tiny swimming shorts, and she had wondered about the size of his cock. Her 
hand slipped underneath the shorts and she snaked out his penis, bringing it 
upward into the water, squeezing it, enjoying the throbbing thickness. 

It was not enough for her, however. Her passion had grown almost like an 
explosion. She pulled her mouth away from his. 

"Hold my shoulders," she whispered, and moved her lower body away from his. 
Quickly she undid her swimming suit and pulled it off, throwing it up onto 
the edge of the pool. 

Then, almost in one motion, she ducked underneath the surface. Lance 
released his hold, knowing what she was doing. She put her head down near 
his penis. She took it in her mouth. It felt thick and lovely. She could 
taste the chlorine, but the velvety quality of cock was still there. She 
sucked hungrily as she removed his shorts with her hand. When she had them 
off she released his cock from her mouth, came back to the surface, and put 
his shorts on top of her swimming suit on the side of the pool. 

Lance was now semi-erect and growing. She threw her arms around his neck 
again and wrapped her legs around his body as they lay there in the water 
kissing and rubbing. She could feel the bulk of his semi-erect penis pushing 
upward against her vaginal opening and she moved herself slightly. 

They concentrated on the kissing for several long moments, during which 
Lance's cock continued to grow. Finally, Renee was aware that it was hard 
enough for penetration and she moved her legs to free her pelvis from his 
penis. She reached down with one hand and began to stroke his cock. It 
wasn't quite fully erect, but she was happy with the idea that it was going 
to be a magnificent cock as soon as it was ready. She knew it would go 
inside of her, but she decided to play with it a few more moments. 

She kissed him passionately, then, at one point, moved her mouth away and 
murmured to him, "You're beautiful and you feel beautiful." 

"Miss Logan, you're something else," was all he said. They went back to 
kissing. His cock finally grew stone-hard, sticking up from his youthful 
body a full six inches, throbbing with passion, and Renee knew that because 
of his youth he could probably stay that way for several hours. 

She laughed to herself how much fun it would be to fuck right here until 
midnight. She spread her legs and put them back around his waist, this time 
her hand on his cock, guiding it into her cunt. She rubbed the knob slowly 
and sensuously against her clitoris for several long moments, moving her 
hips slightly, adjusting. 

The burning sensations swept upward into her body, consuming her. She was 
loving the moment. It felt so much different than the dildo. She laughed to 
herself. There was nothing wrong with the dildo, but every once in a while a 
cock was alright too. 

Finally, when she was ready, she adjusted her body slightly so that the knob 
slipped between the opening of her vaginal lips and into her cuntal orifice. 
She let it stay there a moment until she felt it was secure. Then, once she 
knew that, she took her hand away and put her arm back around his neck. She 
began kissing him again. 

"Hold still," she said quietly. "Hold still. Let me do it." 

Lance understood. He hung in the water, relaxed, without tension, enjoying 
the tremendously erotic experience of his now nude swimming coach, a woman 
he had fantasized about many times and had longed to fuck-and now it was 
happening. He could sense, frorrv his street experience, that he had an 
extremely sensual woman on his hands. Her cunt seemed to be gripping him 
like a vise, but he realized his cock was only an inch or so inside of her. 

Then he felt her begin to grind and felt his engorged, stone-hard penis 
begin to slip into the highly lubricated chute of her vagina. 

Renee began to fuck him, slowly, easily, undulating her vagina sharply back 
and forth, each time going forward just that millimeter more to increase the 
pleasure, until finally, after several long moments, Lance was completely 
inside of her, completely embedded in her cunt. She held still and began to 
squeeze him with her pulsating vaginal muscles. It was a skill she had 
developed over the years, designed not so much to stimulate a man, but to 
hold a dildo firmly in her cunt when she walked around. It was a way she had 
of masturbating. Now she could grip almost with a vise-like grasp. 

He closed his eyes. She was sensational! Just as sensational as he had 
anticipated. It was like being masturbated by a cunt. He simply relaxed and 
let it happen. 

Then, after a while Lance maneuvered their bodies so that the jet of water 
would be hitting her anus. When she felt the water, Renee almost froze with 
the pleasure, holding herself perfectly still, letting the sensual spurts 
ripple across her anal nerves, and through her and around her cuntal lips 
and her clitoris. Then, after only a moment of this, all the time which she 
was working her cuntal muscles on Lance's cock, Renee realized she was 
suddenly frantic. The tremendous impulses of sensuality shooting upward into 
her belly were more than she had anticipated and now she was frantic to cum. 

Her pelvis began to buck back and forth, fucking herself against his 
stone-hard cock. She ground her stomach, rippling it, rolling it, seeming to 
milk every nuance of sensuality out of the rigid penis in her stomach. Her 
belly became an ember, red hot, almost alive, like the sun is alive, moving, 
whirling. She began to go out of her mind. She buried her face into his 
neck. Her arms gripped him tightly and her pelvis fucked and fucked and 
fucked. 

Lance simply held on firmly, his hands on the edge of the pool, and let her 
body do the work. He had never had such a feeling. Her cunt seemed alive on 
his cock. It was milking, teasing, caressing, but always and constantly it 
was giving it long, tender, profound sucks. He could feel the pressure 
growing in his loins as a result of it. He tried to fuck back, but didn't 
have enough traction to do so. He could only move his pelvis a half inch or 
so and still feel graceful, so he basically held still. 

But Renee could feel his body responding. She could feel his cock throbbing 
in her cunt. She began to make mewling noises, and finally, when the passion 
was so great that she knew she was going to cum, she began to yell softly. 

"LANCE, LANCE, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. OH, I'M GOING TO CUM. OH, IT'S BURNING ME 
UP! I WANT TO FUCK YOU SO HARD. I WANT TO JUST FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU AND 
FUCK YOU UNTIL IT HURTS. CAN YOU FEEL ME CUMMING? CAN YOU FEEL MY CUNT 
TIGHTENING? CAN YOU FEEL ME GRIPPING?" 

She was almost shouting it, but it was sensual and pleasant to his ear and 
tremendously arousing. He said nothing, but gripped the edge of the pool as 
hard as he could to hold them steady, not wanting to change anything. The 
water was lashing at his testicles in a sensual way and he had never felt 
that feeling before. He didn't know it, but what the water was doing to him, 
it was doing to Renee also. They were going crazy as they hung there in the 
water, their young, beautiful, athletic bodies responding to their total 
sexual capabilities. There was no fatigue, only the tremendous energy of 
youth as they drove their pelvises against each other. 

Renee felt like her clitoris was an inch long, like it was long enough to 
fuck him, and she drove it back and forth against his pubic mound. 

As it rubbed through the hair a special eroticism was developed and Renee 
simply closed her eyes and kept talking. Talking was her way of getting her 
juices off almost. She had always made a lot of noise when she was cumming. 

"LANCE! LANCE! YES, I'M GETTING CLOSER. CAN YOU FEEL IT? ARE YOU GETTING 
CLOSE, LANCE? FUCK ME, LANCE. FUCK ME HARDER." 

Then her throat tightened. Her stomach seemed to lurch. A great wall of heat 
seemed to sweep over her. 

"YES! YES! I'M CUMMING! C UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMING! OH YES I'M CUMMING HARD! 
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH-HHHAAAAAAAAA, AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH-HHHHHAAAAAAAA, 
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to Lance. He had never 
had sex last this long, never had a woman quite this involved, quite this 
sophisticated. And her yelling, her soft vibrations coming up through her 
throat and into his ear, was all it took to trigger him and he felt the 
giant, wonderful explosion in his testicles and the semen gobs begin to roar 
up through the tubes of his penis. He felt them shoot into her cunt. He 
could feel the warmth almost as the hot semen splashed back to cover the 
head of his cock. 

Renee too felt the semen hit her womb. The hotness of it seemed to be 
accentuated as they hung there in the cool water although they were 
certainly not cold. 

As the semen pounded out of his cock against her womb, Renee found herself 
in a dimension of sensuality she had never felt before. 

"Oh my God," she kept saying. "My God! My God! My God!" It was almost a 
blend of guttural sounds coming from deep inside her passion well, and words 
that her tongue was just barely articulating. Her mind seemed gone, totally 
lost, totally irrational, and it was wonderful. It was a kind of freedom she 
had never known and her body, especially her pelvis, fucked and fucked and 
fucked as hard as it could against the giant cock embedded in her cunt. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When Lance had gone, Renee went back into the pool and floated naked 
aimlessly for more than an hour, enjoying the wet womb-like feeling of both 
the pool and the natatorium itself. There was something magic about the 
empty room. The soft noises of the water, the quiet dimming of light as the 
sun went down. 

She had turned out the lights and made sure that the rest of the building 
was closed before she had gotten in the water. She knew the place was empty. 

After a while she put the plastic dildo in her cunt, held it in place, and 
continued to float, living and reliving the wonderful moment with 
Lance-analyzing it, wondering where it would lead her. Would she or should 
she seduce him again? She would love to fuck him again for sure. She 
realized the danger of it. She wondered how smart he was, how sophisticated 
he was. He had certainly handled himself in a very sophisticated way in the 
water, but he was only nineteen years old and Renee did not know about his 
history. So it was only natural that she'd wonder whether a body that young 
would talk out of school or if he would keep his mouth shut. 

She had told him that they'd better be quiet about this and he had agreed. 
She felt pretty secure about it all, but still she wondered. She floated 
softly in the pool, her long blonde hair moving around her as if by some 
magic force, her legs and arms just barely moving to keep herself afloat. 
Her mind concentrated on the warm, tingling sensation in her belly from the 
vibrating dildo. 

Finally, she realized she had gotten worked up again, and knew she'd have to 
have another orgasm. So she idly let herself move toward the area where the 
water jet was coming out and then just as idly followed the procedure of the 
night before, taking the plastic dildo out, putting the long rubber dildo 
in, and then hanging to the edge of the pool. 

Renee had let the water play out its magic over her sensitive clitoris and 
had had two major orgasms in the space of one and a half minutes. She hung 
there for a while on the edge of the pool, now completely satisfied and 
quite exhausted. Finally, she pulled herself from the pool, got into her 
clothes, and went home. 

As she left the building, Lance was already telling the five members of his 
gang the good news. He had found them a way to get an easy super grade in 
sociology, and had found them all a super piece of ass. 

Lance's gang were all members of the swimming team and were all young men in 
the same predicament he was in. They were at La Verne Military School in 
order to keep them under control, all having been brought up in the streets, 
all having driven their parents and previous schools crazy, and all being 
farily aggressive and street-wise as a result. They thought of La Verne 
Military School as a joke, with the single exception of swimming, which they 
all happened to love. And they thought of Lance as their leader. 

The tallest boy in the group was Ted, who was Lance's age. Ted was quite 
handsome. 

Then there was Larry. Almost equally tall, but considerably less muscled and 
consequently slimmer than Ted. 

Bill and Jim also were about the same in size, being a couple of inches 
shorter than the first two, and both quite wiry and muscular, most of which 
stemmed from the exceptional swimming experience. 

Ray was of a different cut. He was shorter and quite thick, although not 
fat. He was especially powerful in build and an expert at the breaststroke. 

They had known each other only since they had entered La Verne, but had 
heard of each other for a couple of years now as the word had spread in 
their neighborhood. They were all from the same city, and originally had all 
gone to the same high school, but had not known each other. By ordinary 
standards they would have been considered trouble makers, except they were 
too smart and street-wise to make any obvious trouble. They were more adept 
at finding ways to make life easy for them than anything else, and they were 
lighthearted and fun. There wasn't anything really vicious about them, 
except they were tough. 

Lance was describing what had happened. They were sitting in Lance's room in 
the dormitory. He was sitting on the bed and they were seated around him on 
the bed and on the floor, listening. 

At first they thought he was kidding them because they couldn't imagine 
Renee unbending enough to actually fuck somebody. They all had their 
fantasies about her because of her lovely build and exquisite beauty, but 
her behavior was so professional that she had actually fooled them into 
thinking that she was a cold, hard-hearted woman who just happened to be 
light-hearted around the swimming pool. So they had jerked off with her body 
in mind, but had never imagined ever getting close to her sexually. 

"Now, what we have to do," Lance went on, "is think this thing through. What 
I want us to do is figure it out so that each one of you individually can 
fuck Renee just as I did, and do it quickly so that before much more time 
has passed we are all in a perfect position to get our A's in sociology 
without having lifted a finger." 

The guys liked the idea. They kicked it around, trying to come up with weird 
ways to do it. Finally Lance, who seemed to have the most common sense, 
stopped the discussion. 

"Now I'll tell you the way to get it started. You see, she doesn't know 
about you guys being part of a gang. She only knows who you are and respects 
you for your swimming ability. So what we're going to do is simply have me 
introduce each one of you as needing some turning lessons in the pool and 
she'll catch on immediately. We'll do it one at a time and Ted, you'll be 
first. Tomorrow night when practice is over and everyone has gone I will 
bring you in. She'll catch on immediately I'm sure. I will leave and you can 
get your piece of ass. Then the next night we'll do it with somebody else 
and we'll play it by ear from there." 

They agreed. They cheered. They had a beer which they had sneaked in the 
dormitory. They laughed and horsed around. Finally it got around to them all 
asking Lance to describe again, in complete detail, what had happened to 
him. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Renee had arrived at practice with great anticipation about seeing Lance 
again. She was looking forward to seeing how the young man would act. 

During practice she had been somewhat dismayed at the amount of cool he 
displayed. Not once did he break the code of silence, not once did he 
deviate from the way he had been at previous practices. She looked at him 
with admiration. She enjoyed watching his body, now having carnal knowledge 
of it, now knowing the size of his cock and how he could respond. She 
realized somewhere during the middle of practice that her vagina was indeed 
wet from the imaginary stimulation. 

At one point she talked with him about his turns and he spoke to her like a 
normal team member, without smiling, without doing anything but being 
completely involved in what she was saying. 

Then, to her surprise, she heard herself suggesting that he stay after 
practice to try some more turns. He had looked up at her quickly, but 

seriously, and said "All right," and gone back to practicing. 

Renee left the room for a moment, going to the women's locker room, looking 
at herself in the mirror, wondering why she had said that, wondering what 
impulse it was that had driven her to set up the same situation as had 
happened the night before. 

She began talking to herself in the mirror. "Boy, you're some kind of crazy 
broad. You get transferred to this school to get away from a perfectly 
innocent but pushy professor who only wanted to fuck you, under the guise of 
getting away from pushy sex, and here within three months you're pushing 
yourself on members of your swimming team. You don't make any sense, lady." 
She stared into her own eyes. She could almost feel Lance's stone-hard cock 
in her stomach. Then she smiled at herself and said matter-of-factly, "Well, 
so-be-it, let's play out the string." And she had gone back to where the 
team was practicing. 

As the practice wore on some guilt began to descend on Renee as she began to 
have thoughts about what would happen if she were caught doing this. It 
frightened her. Her body seemed to go tense. She vowed, as she stood there 
watching her team work out, that tonight she would only practice turns with 
Lance. There would be no sex. It was too dangerous. 

As had happened the night before, when she had called a halt to practice, 
the team had left and Lance had stayed in the pool. He had very coolly 
followed the same routine as the night before, waiting until the rest of the 
team had dressed and whoever had wanted to had walked back into the 
natatorium and joshed a little bit, and then finally said goodnight. In 
other words, he had waited until everything was clear and safe. 

He was in the pool, breathing hard from exertion when the last guys left. He 
swam to the edge of the pool, resting there only a few feet from Renee, who 
was sitting on the pool's edge, and looked up at her calmly. 

She began to talk in a slow, tense way about what they had practiced the 
night before and how she had noticed an improvement in his turns this night. 
Finally, as she was talking, he interrupted. 

"Hold it, coach, hold it." 

The sternness in his voice had startled her and Renee stopped talking. 

"Hey, coach, I don't want to get too heavy, but I've done something you 
don't know about." 

"What are you talking about, Lance?" 

"Well, see coach, I figure that Ted needs some practice on his turns, so 
without asking you I told him to stay after practice tonight. He'll be here 
in just a minute." 

A cold, gripping panic lurched through Renee's body. It was so obvious what 
he meant. It was something she did not want. It was dangerous and a little 
bit ugly. 

"Lance, forget it," is all she said. She looked at him coldly. "Forget what 
happened last night and forget what you've got in mind for tonight." 

He didn't blink, he just stayed at the edge of the pool looking at her. 
Finally he said, "No, I don't think so, coach, that's not the way it's going 
to work." 

As she heard the words, Renee also heard the door open. She didn't even look 
up. She knew it would be Ted. He was a tall, handsome boy, looking almost 
like a movie star with his clean features, black wavy hair, and his angular, 
muscular body. He walked up beside Renee and just stood there. The room was 
silent for a few moments as tension reverberated back and forth between 
Renee and Lance. 

What could she do? She was thinking about what she could do. How could she 
handle this. They were too powerful for her to get violent but she did have 
leverage. After all, they were less than twenty years old. She would be able 
to scare them perhaps, be able to use her position of authority to get them 
to back off. It made complete sense to her that what they had in mind was 
just a young boy.'s stunt, somewhat whimsical in nature, something that 
seemed like a lot of fun, and Lance had simply misinterpreted the type of 
woman she was. 

She looked steadily at Lance, not wanting to hurt him, not wanting to 
frighten him, but definitely wanting him to get the idea. Finally she began 
to speak. 

"Lance, I know what you must be thinking, and I realize that since Ted is 
here you must have told him. But you're mistaken. What you have in mind is 
not going to happen. I'm not that way. What happened last night was an 
accident. As lovely as it was, it is not going to happen again." 

Lance glanced up at Ted, smiled, and said simply, "Are you ready? If you are 
then get in the water." 

Without waiting, Ted jumped in the water, submerging completely and then 
surfacing almost in front of Renee, a broad grin of glee on his face. As he 
did that, Lance moved forward quickly and put his hand on Renee's ankle. He 
looked into her eyes. She looked back at him. 

"Let go of me, Lance. Let go of me, I said." 

But he held on firmly. 

"No, Coach. I'm not going to let go. Why don't you just get in the water 
now." 

He was like a much older man, in command, somewhat stern, and for the first 
time she detected some menace in his voice. 

"You don't have much choice, Teach ... I mean Coach. You don't have much 
choice at all. Did you tell anybody about what happened last night? Of 
course you didn't. If you would have told somebody, you might've got off 
free. But since you didn't tell anybody, who's going to believe you now?" 

The words thundered across Renee's consciousness like a great avalanche. He 
was right. 

"Hey Coach," he went on. "I had fun last night, and I thought you did." 

The words seemed to leap from her throat, "I did have fun last night, I did 
enjoy that. But I'm not going to do it again. Lance, it's too dangerous, 
don't you understand?" 

"No, it's not dangerous, believe me. You are more protected than you ever 
have been. I'll explain that to you some day." 

What the hell did he mean? she asked herself. What was he talking about? It 
sounded like some wild statement and she put it out of her mind. She did not 
know that the natatorium was completely protected from invasion by the other 
members of the gang. She couldn't have been more safe from discovery. She 
glanced at Ted and was astonished to see how cool he was. He was simply 
treading water and looking up at her, a small smile on his face, but the 
grin that he had had when he emerged from the water earlier had disappeared. 
He looked much more mature and frankly much more interesting. 

"Get in the water," Lance said. 

"No, Lance, I'm not getting in the water." 

"Coach, get in the water, please." There was pleading in his voice and Renee 
heard it. His hand was firm on her ankle. She wondered if she could jerk her 
foot away and get into the women's locker room before he caught her. She 
realized he was too strong, that she would never be able to do that. 

Then the thought hit her that maybe in this situation, since any refusal on 
her part would embarrass the boys, that they might be capable of doing 
something dangerous. She began to talk to herself, telling herself that they 
were far too strong and could do her damage. She couldn't understand how 
they would hurt her, but she realized they could if they wanted to. 

The pause, as she thought, was more than Lance anticipated, and after a 
moment he simply pulled firmly on her leg and jerked her into the pool. It 
was gentle but firm, and he caught her as she came over the edge so that she 
couldn't hurt herself on a hard tile. He simply put one arm around her and 
held her. His other hand held onto the edge of the pool. Her face was only 
inches from his now. 

She could feel his body. It did not seem sexy to her because she was so 
angry. 

"Coach, calm down, will you. Just calm down." Then he smiled. "Hey, you feel 
great." 

It was unreal. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Here was this 
giant, powerful young man holding her like a feather in the water and she 
was aware that his body felt good against hers, and yet he was literally 
forcing her to do something and she didn't like that. 

"Lance, let go of me. Just let go of me and we'll forget all about this." 

"No, not now, Coach, not now." He smiled at her and somehow spun her body so 
that her crotch was pointing directly into the jet of water coming out 
underneath the surface. He held her firmly. She felt it, of course, felt the 
stinging, lovely sensation as the jets of water penetrated the fabric of her 
suit and instantly got up into her vagina and clitoral area and began to do 
the work. Within an instant almost she was partially turned on. But it 
actually made her even more angry. 

"Lance! No! Stop it," she said. She tried to hit him. She actually hit his 
back a couple of times, but it had no effect on him. 

He held her firmly, and turned to Ted. 

"Ted, pull her suit off," was all he said. The words caused Renee to go even 
colder inside. She was being raped, literally raped. There was nothing she 
could do, and yet, somehow she was partially aware of how lovely the water 
felt. Something magic was turning her on. Something was reducing her ability 
to resist, but she struggled with him. 

Then she felt Ted's hands, somewhat rough, somewhat gentle, begin to pull 
her suit down over her shoulders, down over her hips, and almost within an 
instant, almost like a flashbulb going off, Renee realized she was naked in 
the water.. 

Lance was unusually quiet as this went on. When Ted put her suit up on the 
pool decking, he said very quietly and sternly to Ted, "Now get yourself 
ready. She'll be ready in a moment." 

"Ready in a moment," Renee thought. "That arrogant sonofabitch, what does he 
mean ready in a moment? How does he know that water feels so good to me?" 
She tried to spin away from the water, but now he had her-once her suit was 
off-pushed almost directly against the jet of water and his own body was 
behind her, pushing. It was the strength she couldn't overcome, and the 
water was doing its work magically now. 

Suddenly there was the glow in her stomach. Whereas before her stomach had 
felt tight and angry, now it felt warm, pulsing. She began to feel tension 
going out of herself. Maybe, just maybe, she thought, Lance wants to show 
off to one of his buddies and if I just go along with this it will be over 
and done with. The thought was comforting to her. She realized she couldn't 
overcome these strong young men and so she let the comforting thought soothe 
her. Her body relaxed and Lance felt it. 

"Axe you ready," he said to Ted. 

"Yes, am I ready." Ted was hanging on the edge of the pool, his cock 
rock-hard, sticking upward from his body from the severe tension within it, 
almost coming up and touching his stomach. It curved upward almost lewdly. 
He wanted to do nothing but shove it into the belly of his beautiful coach. 

But there was a code between the two boys and Ted knew he had to wait until 
Lance said it was alright. 

"You sure you're ready," Lance said. 

"Yes, damn it, ready and willing," Ted said. 

"All right," Lance said. He spun Renee so her crotch was pointed toward Ted. 
"Now, take ahold of her and do it. She'll love it if you don't waste any 
time, but stop fucking around and do it." He pushed Renee toward Ted. 

Ted, of course, grabbed her instantly. Her legs were around his waist almost 
instantly. 

Suddenly Renee could feel the hard knob of his cock shoving against her 
cuntal area. His shoulders were massive. Her head was buried in his chest. 
He was holding her firmly against him now. He was kissing the side of her 
head, her ears, kissing the back of her neck. He seemed to be all over her. 
But he was gentle. 

As this went on and a certain relaxation came over her body, Renee was aware 
of the fact that Lance was getting out of the pool. 

Then, after a moment, she looked up and Lance was standing looking down at 
them, smiling. He nodded to her, gave a tiny wave with his hand, and walked 
out. She was alone with Ted. 

Almost before anything else could happen, she felt Ted's hand reach down 
behind her to grab her buttocks. Then his other hand released from the edge 
of the pool and went down to his cock. She could feel him trying to find the 
opening of her cunt as they sank in the water. 

She closed her mouth, holding her breath. Because they were both so 
fish-like in their skills, the water did not frighten them. They sank slowly 
in the water as Ted put the head of his penis between her vaginal lips. He 
pushed it gently into her cuntal opening, pushing her body against his body 
with a hand on her rump. 

The insertion felt delicious to Renee. She gasped to herself under water at 
the lovely heat pouring into her stomach through his cock. Then she felt his 
feet hit the bottom of the pool and the gentle upward thrust as he flexed 
his ankle to shoot them back to the surface. When they came up they were 
completely joined, her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locked 
behind his back, and her arms around his neck. 

"Oh Ted, that's so beautiful," she said, almost gasping as the water poured 
off from around her mouth. "Ted, fuck me, please fuck me." 

Ted couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to fuck her. He was fucking her, 
but he couldn't believe that she would change so rapidly from resisting him 
to accepting him. His hand grabbed the edge of the pool and then he realized 
he didn't have enough traction to push against her. So very quickly he spun 
his powerful body so that he could push his feet against the end of the pool 
and he propelled them toward the shallow end in one gigantic push, all the 
time his cock embedded deeply into her belly. 

She hung to him, the water cascading over her face as he took three or four 
powerful strokes with his arms and finally reached the middle of the pool 
where he could stand up. He righted them. His feet touched the bottom. Still 
there wasn't enough traction. He looked toward the edge of the pool and 
pushed them in that direction until he reached the edge. 

Now, with his feet on the bottom and his hands on the edge, he had all the 
traction he needed. He had Renee's back against the edge of the pool and he 
began to fuck her almost violently, her cuntal lips flaring open under water 
as his cock pile-drived back and forth in and out. 

Renee felt locked between the strong, sinewy body of the young man, and the 
cool peaceful feeling of the tile behind her. There was no escape. There 
wasn't any reason to escape and she didn't want to. The cock was absolutely 
delicious. Whereas she had basically fucked Lance the night before, tonight 
she was the one getting fucked and was getting fucked royally. 

She grew silent, concentrating on the tremendous excitement as the giant 
prick moved in and out of her rotating vagina. His pubic mound touched her 
clitoris on the in stroke, stimulating her. Her belly had become the 
familiar ember again. Passion rose within her. Surprisingly, she realized 
she was about to cum. It had all been so quick. It seemed like only a minute 
before she had been sitting on the edge of the pool completely de-sexed, and 
here she was now - a minute later - on the verge of cumming. 

Her mouth was pressed against Ted's hairy chest and she began to speak 
through the hairs, "TED, I'M CUMMING." There was dismay in her voice. He 
could hear it. 

"I'M ACTUALLY CUMMING. I'M CUMMING HARD. FUCK ME HARDER! HURT ME WITH THAT 
BIG BEAUTIFUL COCK OF YOURS! SLIDE IT FARTHER UP INSIDE OF ME. WHATEVER YOU 
DO, DON'T STOP THAT BEAUTIFUL RHYTHM, BECAUSE I AM CUMMING." 

She paused only a second, grinding her cunt against his cock, trying 
everything she could with her limited body movement to get as much sensation 
as possible. Then she felt it happening. The first surges began to soar 
through her loins and her belly. 

"OOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH-HHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH-HHHHH, AAAAAAAAA 
AAA A AAHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHH," she began to scream into Ted's chest. It seemed 
to give him extra energy. 

He had not previously had a woman who wanted to be fucked extraordinarily 
hard. Most of the girls he had fucked had been quick and somewhat violent, 
but not in this way. This was sensual. This was demanding of his male 
strength. He loved it. His well conditioned loins were up to it as far as 
strength went, and he pounded his steaming pole relentlessly into her cunt. 
He was gushing himself and the screaming in his chest only accentuated his 
desire to ejaculate. 

It was an Orgasm of complete synchronization, an accidental thing, a 
blessing neither anticipated. But the fact was that right in the middle of 
Renee's gigantic orgasm, Ted's hot semen began to splash against her cervix, 
burning her almost, exciting her tremendously, and her orgasm exploded into 
one of the super kind-almost making her faint, almost making her begin to 
weep because it was so beautiful. 

She hung there, sagging against his chest when it was over, feeling his 
long, bulging cock throb as the last drops of semen and last convulsions 
swept out of it up into her stomach. It was a lovely, complete feeling. She 
squeezed against his back with her legs, trying to pull him closer. But he 
had her smashed against the tile already and was completely inside of her. 
He held himself there without moving now, himself feeling the lovely, 
all-consuming convulsions. 

When it was all over and Ted had gone, Renee again returned to the pool, 
this time, however, without the underlying peacefulness she had felt the 
night before. This time something different was going on in her life. This 
time there was a problem that she could anticipate, that she foresaw. She 
floated in the pool many long minutes, trying to find an answer, her own 
sexuality. Her own sexual response partially bothered her tonight, for the 
first time in a long, long time. There was something wrong with what was 
happening but she didn't know what it was. One of the things she could 
recognize was that obviously Lance had told Ted and that just as obviously 
there was a chance he would tell somebody else. Now there was also the 
possibility Ted would tell somebody else. Would her sexuality be common 
knowledge among the. swimmers within a matter of days? Perhaps tomorrow she 
would see a difference in her students. She made a note to be especially 
observant in her sociology classes. She was sure she'd be able to tell. The 
boys were so young and unsophisticated. 

Her thoughts flashed to her mother. She laughed to herself. She knew what 
her mother's reaction would be to her behavior. A common slut, a whore, a 
sexual machine. Thoughts like that went through Renee's mind. It made her 
laugh because she instinctively recognized that her sexuality, and what she 
had been doing with it, was a beautiful and not an ugly thing. 

It wasn't the sexuality that bothered her. Her parents, sure, they would 
reject what she was doing, categorically. But she, intellectually at least, 
understood that. What she didn't understand was that her parents' teaching 
had had such a profound effect on her life and the way she was leading her 
life. Maybe she would understand that some day, but as she floated there in 
the water, going over the realities that were occurring in her life at the 
moment, that was a fact that she did not understand. Had she understood it 
her life would have been much simpler. Had she understood the damaging 
effects of the various community and religious codes under which she had 
been brought up, she would have had a better solution now. But she had only 
touched on these things slightly in classes and bull sessions with friends, 
but she had not actually experienced them as a solution. It had been, for 
want of a better word, theoretical up to this point. She had realized after 
a while that she was extraordinarily hungry, and she had not used the 
vibrating dildo, and had not had her major orgasm. Instead, she had dressed 
and gone from the building; had found herself a steak house, and had filled 
herself with a good meal before going home and collapsing. 

She had not noticed any difference in her first class the following morning, 
but as she was picking up her papers to go to the teacher's lounge to rest 
an hour before her next class began, she was very much aware of the fact 
that Lance and Larry had walked casually into the room as the other students 
had filed out. She did not notice Ted close the door from the outside, and 
did not notice, of course, that Ted, Bill, Ray and Jim were standing 
casually in the hallway, as if waiting for class to start. 

Lance had simply walked up to her quietly, his face firm, and with just a 
faint trace of a smile, and had looked at her only a moment before he 
reached out and took her arm, spinning her so that her back was to him. It 
was almost violent, but there was a gentleness about it. 

He leaned against the desk with Renee leaning back against it. 

"Stop it! What are you doing?" She spurted out several epitaphs like that, 
not knowing what he was doing, but frightened by the action. 

He simply held her firmly and Larry walked around in front of her. She froze 
when she saw the tall young man. He seemed so gaunt and scarecrow-like, but 
knew he was wiry and exceptionally strong, and she had images of his long, 
slender body plowing through the water as his thin but powerful arms 
propelled him in races. There was a kind of handsome, Greek-like curl to his 
lips and his eyes were deep and sparkling. She had thought to herself on 
other occasions that if you could give him twenty more pounds he would be a 
strikingly handsome man. But now he stood before her, gaunt-like, somewhat 
tense and edgy, and she did not think him handsome. She thought him 
frightening. 

He was not looking at her, but was looking at Lance. Finally, quietly, she 
heard Lance say, "Get at it man, you don't have much time." 

A chill of fear, the same fear she had felt before, rippled through her 
body, making her tense and frightened. She tried to struggle, but Lance so 
obviously meant business that she knew she couldn't get away. 

She watched in consternation as Larry unzipped his pants and pulled out his 
penis. She stared at it, unbelieving. It was thin, quite long, with a large 
purple knob for an end. It was semi-erect and obviously growing. 

He looked at her a moment, stroking it, making sure that it was hard enough. 
Then quickly he reached forward and lifted her skirt. She screamed at him, 
but he simply put his hand up over her mouth to stop the noise and looked at 
Lance. 

"Shut up, Coach, just shut up," Lance commanded her. There was no mistaking 
the seriousness in his voice. 

Larry moved his hand away. Carefully he tucked her skirt up under the 
waistband and then very quickly pulled her pants down over her feet. Her 
crotch was naked. He looked briefly at the thick blonde bush as it stuck out 
toward him. His tongue thrust out. He was almost drooling. He reached down 
and touched her cunt, running his long bony finger back through her vaginal 
lips, penetrating her cuntal opening. He finger fucked her for a moment. 

"Oh, Oh!" she said with disgust. "Oh! Stop it!" 

But he continued. 

"Shut up, Coach," Lance said. 

His finger felt good actually. She liked the sensation. She even liked what 
was happening to her. She often had the fantasy of rape, and now this was 
happening. It wasn't quite like rape, but it was close. Her eyes couldn't 
leave Larry's long purple cock. It was now standing out from his belly like 
a small pole. She felt him reach down and put his hands behind her legs, 
pulling her knees apart and lifting her cunt up opposite his cock. 

He adjusted his arms so they were underneath her knees and her legs were 
almost over his shoulders, but not quite, running alongside of his body. The 
position put her cuntal opening exactly opposite his cock. Without 
hesitation he stuck the knob in, not using his hands, moving his body to 
work the knob around so that it penetrated the vaginal lips and entered her 
cunt. 

"Oh," she said. "Oh, God." It was a mixture of fright and passion. There was 
something exciting about what was happening. "Oh God!" she said again. 

Lance simply looked down at his hard man-meat, watching it as it slipped 
sensuously between the large pouting vaginal lips of his beautiful blonde 
coach. Her legs looked lovely to him, her crotch opening absolutely 
fascinating. He had never had a woman as beautiful as this. He had only had 
the girls of the street and had not had the pick of the lot, mainly because 
of his appearance. Now he had the most beautiful woman of his life. His cock 
seemed ready to burst. 

"Hurry up," Lance said, "you haven't got much time. Fuck her. Just fuck 
her." 

Larry began to drive his sturdy prick. He was not concerned about Renee's 
pleasure. He was concerned about orgasming and he was almost ready to cum. 
He stroked happily, his head still down watching his cock, long and slim and 
bursting with blood as it came out of her cuntal opening and then slipped 
sensually back in. Almost instantly Larry began to cum. He lurched a few 
times violently, taking those final delicious strokes that make a man 
ejaculate, and then he started to cum. 

His semen seemed to pour out of him like water out of a hose. It shot up 
into Renee's belly in lovely cascades of heat. She felt it. 

"OHHHHH," she said. "AAAGGGHHHH!" Now her voice had passion in it. She was 
feeling something. 

"OH YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME," she passionately exclaimed. She didn't care 
now. The room could have been full of people. She wanted cock, she wanted 
that feeling. Then she felt Larry's body go slack as the wave of orgasm 
passed through him and was gone. He seemed to go limp. She could feel his 
cock deflating. 

"Okay?" Lance said. 

It was a question. Larry looked up and nodded. 

"Okay!" He smiled at Renee, then abruptly pulled his penis out, stuffing it 
back in his pants and going to the door. 

Lance continued to hold Renee. She didn't know what was going on. The 
passion was still welled up in her body, and so she didn't speak. Before any 
conscious thoughts entered her mind, suddenly Jim was in front of her. She 
heard the door click open and then heard it click open and closed again. 

Now Jim was doing the same thing. His cock was out of his pants. He was 
stroking himself. Jim had a different attitude, however. Jim was confident. 
He looked into her eyes. 

"Hi, Coach," he said, actually smiling. 

"Jim!" she said. It was all she could say. She stared at him. She knew he 
was going to fuck her. Lance had not released his grip. "Jim, for God's 
sakes!" she said. Then her eyes moved toward his cock. It was exactly the 
opposite of Larry's. It was . thick, but probably no more then five inches 
long. She doubted if she could get it in her mouth it was so thick. It was 
just different. It had a different color. It looked soft, velvety, and yet 
it was obviously rock hard. 

Jim moved toward her. He put his hand on her cunt, as Larry had. He slid his 
finger into her pussy, as Larry had. He was stroking his cock with one hand 
and finger-fucking her with another. 

"JIM, PLEASE, PLEASE FUCK ME," Renee gasped. 

He had gotten to her passion button and she simply wanted cock all she could 
get. Right now she didn't care. 

"JIM, FUCK ME. PLEASE FUCK ME." 

It was all the young man needed to turn him on. He did the same thing Larry 
had, lifting her knees, spreading her legs, and simply slid his cock right 
into her cunt. Larry's semen was dripping from it. Her cunt was moist and 
gaping somewhat from the large cock that had just been inside of it. He 
simply put the head of his cock against the opening and pushed it in. He 
moved slowly, powerfully, going all the way to the hilt with his first move. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH-HHH," Renee said, her voice gasping in her throat 
at the sudden surge of pleasure. "OH! YES! YES, JIM. YES, THAT'S WHAT I 
WANT. PLEASE, IN AND OUT, FAST!" 

Jim began to fuck her. It was almost a replay of what had happened to her 
before. With a single exception, that this time Renee herself was 
approaching orgasm. She knew it was the quick kind of orgasm. She knew she 
had to respond and her body was capable of it. 

Then, when she was almost at the point of orgasm, Lance said, "Wait a 
minute, back off, Jim. Just a goddamn minute." He pushed Renee away from him 
and spun her around. 

As he spun her, Jim caught her and stopped her. Lance pulled his cock from 
his pants. It was now stone-hard and sticking out from his belly. 

"Suck my prick," he said. He said it simply, but it was a command. "Bend 
forward and suck this." 

Jim pushed her forward. Her mouth went over Lance's cock, her lips 
softening, trying to get the ultimate feeling. Renee didn't care if anybody 
walked in the room. It just didn't make any difference to her. She just 
wanted all the cock she could get. 

She bent forward, sucking, and then once she started to suck she felt Jim's 
hands on her hips and realized immediately that her cunt was available to 
him if she pushed her rump out slightly. She did that and almost before she 
could get settled into position she felt his thick, blunt cock sliding 
deliciously into her cuntal opening, which now to her seemed excruciatingly 
hungry and demanding. She just wanted to be pounded with cock, She wanted to 
feel that rising heat in her stomach. 

They held that position for only a moment before Renee felt the familiar 
twinge of her stomach turning into a glowing ember and making her happy. She 
sucked effusively, sensuously, sucking Lance's cock down her throat as hard 
as she could. 

As she did she began to cum. 

The massive convulsions of her throbbing cunt and the wild gyrations of her 
buttocks as she strove to get more feeling into her orgasm triggered Jim to 
orgasm, and as she yelled obscenely around the girth of Lance's cunt, she 
felt Jim's semen begin to pour into her. 

"I'M CUMMING, OH AM I CUMMING. OH, PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME." 

She was shouting around Lance's cock. It was unintelligible and yet the 
passion in her voice was clearly intelligible. 

Jim continued to pound his cock into her cunt as if reaching for a second 
orgasm. It stayed hard. It stayed thick and felt delicious to her, but as 
her own orgasm subsided, she turned her attention and sensuality to Lance's 
long, powerful cock as it slid in and out of her moist lips. She tried to 
take it completely down her throat. She made guttural noises to cause 
vibrations around the shaft. 

Lance leaned back, enjoying the lovely head job he was getting. His eyes 
were closed. He, of course, knew they were safe in the room and he let his 
passion run its course. Finally, and with great profundity, he splashed his 
semen gushingly down her throat. 

Renee gasped in astonishment as she felt the first impulse and then began to 
swallow as fast as she could. There was just too much semen, however, and 
after it had filled the corners and cavities of her mouth and it had 
over-flowed her throat, it began to spill sensuously out the corner of her 
mouth and down her chin. 

She drank and slurped as fast as she could. She kept sucking long after he 
had stopped ejaculating. She loved the texture and the taste. Renee was 
totally turned on and had not been completely satisfied. The orgasm had only 
been the start for her. She hoped the whole swimming team would come in the 
room. The thought did cross her mind that maybe they were all lined up out 
there since Jim had followed Larry, but that was not to be. 

After cumming heavily and regaining his senses, Lance had watched the clock 
carefully, enjoying the hot ravenous mouth on his cock but knowing he would 
have to stop. He signaled finally to Jim and the young man pulled his penis 
from Renee's cuntal opening. He leaned down quickly and gave her pouting, 
gaping cuntal lips a licentious kiss, then patted her on the rump as he 
stood up, slipped his cock back into his pants and left the room. 

As he did so, Lance pushed her head away from his cock. 

"NO," she said. "NO, I WANT MORE." 

"Coach, you've got to stop. Its almost time for your new students to be 
here. Hey, Coach, Coach." 

He slapped her slightly on the cheek lovingly, designed to break her mood, 
and it was successful. He held her firmly, his hands on each shoulder, 
shaking her a little bit. 

"Coach, its almost time for your next class." 

The words got through to her. 

"You just have time to go to the washroom and clean up, Coach." 

He was very business-like but friendly. 

She looked at him disbelievingly, then realized a certain feeling of 
sympatico. Suddenly she liked this young man. She realized he was unusually 
sophisticated and Renee especially liked his cool. 

"You were never in any danger of discovery," he said quietly. 

She didn't respond, not realizing the truth of what he had said and not 
realizing how he had brought it about. Yet, somehow she understood that the 
door had been protected. 

"Coach, you're beautiful," he said. 

She nodded her head at him matter-of-factly and said, lovingly, "So are 
you." 

She reached forward and took his penis in her hand. It was now almost soft 
and she stroked it lovingly a couple of times, bent forward and kissed it 
gently on the tip, then stuffed it back in his pants. She looked at him 
smilingly and said, "Do you think you can finish?" 

She stood up, adjusted her dress, and walked to the door. When she pulled it 
open, Renee was smiling as she looked into the eyes of the rest of the gang 
while they waited. She walked by them feeling very good about herself and 
went in to wash her face. 

After her morning classes, she had gone to the cafeteria and then sat in a 
quiet corner, mulling over all that had happened. It had been quite a 
morning to say the least, and she had some new information she had to sort 
out. 

She ticked off in her mind the young boys on her team that had fucked her. 
There was Lance, Jim, Ted and Larry, and then she ticked off in her mind who 
else had been standing outside the door earlier this morning and realized 
that Bill and Ray had not been involved with her. She wondered if they would 
be. Somehow the idea excited her as she sat there thinking. 

Why these guys? What was the deal? Maybe they were just a close-knit group 
because they were swimmers. She really didn't know except she had detected 
that each one of them had acted reasonably sophisticated, in fact highly 
sophisticated for eighteen to twenty year olds and somehow that congealed in 
her mind and seemed to point to the fact that there was some kind of unity 
between them that she didn't understand. She smiled to herself. Renee was 
actually enjoying what was happening. They had a sort of a brusque, 
child-like way about them, but had not been mean or violent. In fact, they 
had been gentle and thoughtful in their own way. She was aware that her cunt 
was dripping as she ate her salad. 

She had one more class at three followed by practice, which began at 
four-thirty, and so, when she finished her lunch, she went to the library to 
do some necessary research for an upcoming sociological project she was 
involved in with a group of students. 

She smiled to herself as she worked through the stacks of books back to the 
sociology section, saying almost aloud, "Wouldn't it be funny if they 
followed me back in here to pick off the other two." 

The thought slipped out of her mind immediately, of course, as she got 
involved in her project. 

It was probably because of her total involvement with her project that she 
didn't notice what was happening around her. What she had done was find four 
books that seemed to touch on the subject that she wanted to research and 
she had laid them down on the library floor between the stacks and was 
kneeling down looking through them, not wanting to take them all to the desk 
nearby. As she was looking through the books to determine which one was the 
one she wanted to actually study, she realized Ray was standing directly in 
front of her. 

All she could see was his feet, but she knew who it was instinctively. She 
smiled to herself. 

"My God, they are going to follow me back here." 

Somehow or other there was no panic this time and she knew she was safe. She 
glanced up, looking beyond Ray's legs, and sure enough at the end of the 
corridor between the stacks she saw the back of Ted as he stood there 
casually looking at a book and obviously protecting that end of the 
corridor. Renee looked over her shoulder in back of her. Larry and Lance 
were looking at books. She looked back at Ray's feet, smiling to herself. 

Casually and deliberately, she closed the books and' pushed them up against 
the stacks on the floor. Then, now completely into what they were doing, she 
simply raised her head until it was opposite his penis. She didn't look up 
at him. 

Renee didn't say anything but simply reached up and opened his fly, pulling 
his cock out. 

She gasped at the size of it. It was unusually long for such a short person 
and was quite thick. She put her hand around it and could just barely get 
her fingers around the girth. She began to milk it and could feel the energy 
in it. Renee knew she had surprised him, but again there was that cool that 
she had detected in the others. 

He simply stood quietly, not painicking, not afraid, and his cock began to 
respond. She felt it growing and finally softened her lips. Renee opened her 
mouth and took the knob inside, beginning to suck on it gently. 

He was hard almost instantly, it seemed. 

She smiled at the youthful energy. 

When she became aware that her vagina was as juicy as it needed to be, she 
simply pushed back on him, somehow indicating to him through her push that 
she wanted him to lie down on his back. Somewhat awkwardly because his cock 
was in her mouth, he got into position, lying down on a cold tile floor, his 
prick now sticking straight up in her mouth as she leaned over him. 

In that position she reached back and raised her skirt, somehow snaking her 
pants down around her knees. She got them off her legs and then, not having 
looked at him yet, she simply crawled forward so that her cunt was over his 
cock. Before the boy could move, Renee had it deeply imbedded in her vagina. 
She had simply sat down on his cock, somewhat surprising him, turning him 
on, and now for the first time she leaned forward, her face directly over 
his. 

She looked at him smilingly and didn't say anything. Her vaginal muscles 
began to work on his rigid cock. After a moment she said: 

"Hello, Ray." 

The boy was thunderstruck by her cool. He shook his head back and forth as 
if in dismay and put his hands up above his head, as though praying to the 
heavens for mercy or rather for explanation, but he did not stop what he was 
doing. 

The excitement of being in command and having fun with these young men swept 
over Renee rapidly. Her stomach was an almost instant cinder now, glowing 
and red. She was right on the verge of cumming almost from the first moment. 
The thickness and length of his cock was absolutely delicious and in her 
position she could rub her clitoris against his clothing. 

"Ray," she said, "you'd better hurry up if you want to catch up with me 
'cause I'm going to cum in about a minute." 

The boy couldn't believe his eyes, but he was more than ready to cum. He had 
never felt such heat. He had never seen such a lovely woman and she had 
taken him completely by surprise, of course. 

Renee grew silent, her cunt now grinding hungrily at the thick burgeoning 
cock burrowing up into her stomach. She could feel the veins on his cock 
with her cuntal walls. Everything was perfect. She had never anticipated 
anything like this in a library. Renee loved it. The shadow of Ted up at the 
end of the stack was reassuring. She knew she couldn't make any noise, but 
was aware also that she didn't have to, that all she really needed to do was 
fuck as hard as she could. 

Finally, she raised herself up so that she was sitting almost straight up 
and could get a better movement in her pelvis. When she did that she closed 
her eyes and began to grind out the beautiful sexual harmony her body was 
searching for. It seemed to grow, burgeoning through her body. 

Then, when she was almost at her peak, Renee suddenly felt the touch of a 
penis against her lips as she opened her eyes startled. 

Bill had simply walked up, straddling Ray's body, and put his cock in front 
of her mouth. His hands slipped behind her head. 

"Open up, Coach," he said. 

Bill was always the coolest of the group, or so she thought. His actions 
seemed cool now. His penis was hard and thrusting, a beautiful, lovely, 
velvety penis about normal in length and circumference, just the kind she 
liked. She happily opened her mouth, and when she did Bill simply pulled her 
head forward, almost ramming his cock down her throat he inserted it so 
fast. 

It made her gag and her head pulled back. His hands released slightly and 
then pulled again. This time her throat adjusted. She sucked him in happily 
and the impetus on her sexual nature of what these boys were doing in the 
confines of the library proved to be even more sexually exciting than Renee 
could have imagined. 

Almost immediately after Bill's cock was in her throat she began to cum. She 
fucked Ray for several minutes, not wanting to stop, not really caring where 
she was, and she came several times. She was lost in her world of 
sensuality, happily sucking on Bill's cock and fucking Ray as hard as she 
could. Renee was not really sure whether Ray came. Ray had cum, but the 
action on his cock was so violent and sensual that his cock did not go down 
and so he just laid there in astonishment, enjoying the feelings. 

Then, as if from out of a cloud or out of a mystery source, Renee clearly 
heard Lance say, "FOR DAMNED SAKES, HURRY UP, HURRY UP, YOU THREE" 

There was some urgency in his voice and she realized that they would have to 
stop. As much fun as it was, it was still a tremendous risk, and so she 
began to suck harder on Bill's cock until she made him cum. 

When he finally pulled away from her, she was a beautiful image with slender 
threads of semen pulling out from her hot swollen lips, which were securely 
fastened to the end of his penis. She quickly stuck her tongue out and 
snapped the threads, sucking them in and swallowing them. 

Practice that night had gone without a hitch and this served mainly to 
confirm Renee's belief that these boys were indeed cool. In fact she began 
to suspect something was different about them. They were far too cool for 
eighteen to twenty year olds. 

Later, with practice over, Renee had realized she was ravenous, and instead 
of swimming by herself in the pool she had rushed out the building and gone 
to dinner. She had picked a quiet table in a quiet restaurant she knew and 
had spent more than an hour, her back toward the rest of the room, slowly 
eating her meal in the soft candlelight and going over in her mind the 
details of what had happened to her the last few days. 

She was astonished to find out that she felt no guilt and yet she was aware 
that she should feel it. The reasons lay in two areas. One, the boys were 
too young, and two, she had no right to be that sensual. She grew 
philosophical as the wine mellowed her mood and eventually was able to smile 
at herself, realizing that much of her problem stemmed from her upbringing, 
and once she realized that she quickly put it out of her mind. She still 
didn't focus on the total effects of her upbringing, but Renee inadvertently 
was getting closer to the full realization of what was happening to her. 

When she had finished dinner, Renee drove contentedly back to the natatorium 
and let herself in, stripping her clothes off on the deck of the pool and 
plunging into the water stark naked. 

As she floated, her eyes partially open, partially closed, dream-like, a 
smile crossed her face. She remembered her luncheon and how she had said it 
had indeed been quite a morning. 

With the opportunity to add the events of the afternoon to that picture, she 
could say she could underline the "indeed." It had been probably the most 
bizarre day of her life. 

Intercourse with five different men. 

"No," she said. 

Intercourse with four and the cocks of two others in her mouth. That's six 
different men. 

She smiled to herself even more broadly, once she realized the total number. 

Renee swam contentedly thinking about that. Then finally she said to 
herself, "Renee, you're getting to be quite a gal." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Two uneventful days followed, and then on the third day, in the evening, 
when she left the natatorium at about ten after having had her "therapy," as 
she called it, and was struggling with the lock on her car in the cool 
mountain air, Lance grabbed her from behind. 

Panic stricken because she didn't know who it was, she fought desperately, 
but he simply picked her up, his hand over her mouth, his other arm around 
her waist, and carried her to a waiting car. 

He pushed her into the backseat rather roughly, and as she flew in amongst 
the waiting bodies, her eyes registered enough to realize that the car was 
full of the six guys. 

Her anger, and especially her fear, abated as she heard the outcries of, , 
"Hi Coach, come on in." 

There was a certain sound of jubilation in the voices and a certain 
recklessness. There were three men in the backseat and Renee simply landed 
on the middle one. She was quickly hugged and settled in between two of 
them. It was only then that she got her voice back. She was angry at the 
rough treatment and especially at the fear that had been generated, and now, 
though her anger had diminished, she felt she had to express herself when 
she did. 

"God damn you guys," she shouted. 

She seldom swore but now felt the anger surging up inside of her again. 

"God damn you guys." 

They were silent. The three young men in the back seat literally killed it 
and she could see three heads looking over at her, all smiling, from the 
front seat. Lance was looking from the driver's seat. 

"God damn you guys." she went on. 

"What are you doing to me? Why are-v you treating me this way? Now let me 
out of this car!" 

"Ah, come on, Coach, relax a little, nothing is going to happen to you," one 
of them said. 

The words were followed by a mixture of several guys saying roughly the same 
thing. She could hear the sincerity in their voices, but there was also a 
sort of frightening edge of excitement in their voices that she couldn't 
quite identify. She knew they were up to something. 

"Come on, Coach, relax, just relax, we're going to show you a good time." 

Somehow, deep inside her, a smile surfaced. She knew they could show her a 
good time sexually. It really wasn't such a bad idea. She was somewhat tired 
but had not had her usual exhausting orgasm on the edge of the pool, and so 
her libido was running slightly high. Still, she couldn't tolerate what they 
had done with her. They were virtually kidnapping her. 

"Hey look, guys, fun is fun," she said, beginning slowly. 

"Fun is fun and I like fun as much as anybody, but you guys are too much. 
You scared the hell out of me back there in the parking lot." 

"That's the only way I could have gotten you in the car," Lance said, 
quietly. "Think about that, we want you in the car, Coach. This is where you 
belong. You belong with us and we're going to show you a good time tonight." 

With that he turned and started the engine. As the car began to move, Renee 
realized there was nothing she could do. 

She wondered briefly why they weren't in their dormitory and then it 
occurred to her. It was Friday night, the cadet's night off. She knew that 
many of the cadets had cars and accepted the fact that Lance would have one. 

They rode along. The boys were in good spirits. She realized after a few 
moments that they were very relaxed with her and having fun. It was like she 
was a crony of theirs and they were taking her into their confidence. 

She kiddingly tried to find out from them where they were going, but they 
refused to tell her, explaining humorously that they were going to show her 
a good time and not to worry about it. 

Then, after they had driven for a few moments, she realized they were not 
only heading out of the campus area but were moving across town. They were 
on a main street that led directly through the city. She was not that 
familiar with the city, having been in Colorado only a short time, but she 
did know that much about it. It wasn't until they turned into Pauberg that 
she realized they were indeed heading into an all girls school similar to 
the one they had just come from, private, very exclusive, with students of 
the same age as these boys. 

She leaned forward suddenly and said rather sharply. 

"Hey guys, I can't go in there, someone might recognize me and I'd be in 
trouble for running around with you guys." 

Ted pulled her back. His arm was around her, comforting her, playing with 
her and he said, softly, "We're just going in to get Lance's girlfriend. You 
don't even have to get out of the car." 

That was the first she'd heard about Lance's, or anybody else's, girlfriend. 
She accepted it. It would actually be nice to have another female in the 
group. 

Tina was totally excited as she came running down the steps of the dormitory 
with Lance. He pulled open the far side of the car. 

To Renee's surprise, she got directly into the back seat. She knew who Renee 
was, calling her by name. It was a fact that didn't escape Renee's notice, 
but she didn't draw conclusions from it. They drove out of the school yard 
and headed out into the country. 

"Hey, where we going?" Renee said. 

"Same answer, Coach, same answer, just relax. You're going to have a good 
time, don't worry." 

Tina reached across and touched her arm. She was sitting on Bill's lap and 
looked directly into her face, saying: 

"Everything's alright, everything's cool." 

Tina was a tall, athletic looking brunette with a strikingly handsome face 
that would not be called beautiful, but attractive. Her figure was 
voluptuous and full of the energy of youth. Her long brunette hair was 
hanging casually, seemingly uncombed, and there was a vivacious quality to 
the way she spoke and listened. 

Then Ray, who was sitting between Renee and Tina, said something that sent a 
cold shiver of fear through Renee's body. He almost whispered it, but said 
it loud enough so everybody could hear. 

"Tinalikes girls," he said. 

All of the fellows laughed and then Larry, who was sitting on the left side 
of the front seat, turned around toward her and said directly: 

"Yeah, she really does like girls, Coach. I hope you like that." 

Renee had to fight the impulse to yell at them, to begin scolding. She 
realized they were just having fun, but this had taken on a dimension that 
she didn't care for. 

They were in hilly country now, winding up a quiet country road. Finally, 
Lance pulled into a dirt road and up a rather steep hill. They only went a 
few feet until they switched off the light and shut off the motor. Instantly 
the doors burst open and the guys began to pile out. 

Renee heard Tina squealing. She got out with them, not knowing what to do. 
They weren't forcing her, but were just sort of coaxing her to come along 
and have a good time. So she got out. 

Lance opened the trunk and several hands reached in, pulling out various 
paraphernalia; a basket, a couple of blankets, some six packs-then she 
wondered how they got their hands on the six packs. But before she could ask 
them they were leading her up a hill. She could see where they were going. 
The moonlight was rather bright and even though it was somewhat chilly in 
the mountains it was not so cold that they wouldn't be comfortable. 

They spread the blankets on top of the hill. It was peaceful there and 
beautiful. Their eyes were already adjusted to the darkness. They could see 
each other clearly. 

They opened some beer. There were sandwiches. They began to giggle and 
laugh, joking between themselves. Nothing was mentioned about Tina and 
Renee, but there was still a cold, clammy hand of fear somehow hanging onto 
Renee's entrails, remembering clearly what they had said to her and how 
Larry had confirmed it in the car. 

As far as Tina was concerned she had made no move whatsoever that suggested 
lesbianism to Renee. Still, the cold hand of fear was there as she nibbled 
on her sandwich, making light talk with the kids. Renee could sense, 
however, an undertone of tension amongst the guys. Tina seemed the only one 
that was relaxed. Yet they were all having fun. Gradually, however, as they 
were finishing their food they began to begin to tease Renee, making fun of 
the idea that they were going to show her a good time. It came from several 
of the guys, different comments, different innuendos and Renee could feel 
her own tension building, somehow sensing what was about to happen. Yet she 
went along with them, not knowing what else she could do. 

Then, suddenly and quietly, Lance's cruel, clear voice said: 

"Okay, Coach, take off your clothes." 

It caught Renee by surprise. 

"Take off my-" she didn't finish her sentence. 

"Yeah, take 'em off," Lance said. 

He was quiet, as was the whole group. There was a long awkward pause of 
embarrassment, after which Ted said from across the circle, "Go ahead, 
Coach, it'll be one of the best moves you've ever made." 

It was lighthearted, almost childish, and certainly kidding. But it didn't 
strike Renee that way. 

"No!" 

"No?" 

"Not tonight, guys," she said. 

"Yes, tonight," Lance said, "and now." 

"Oh, please, it's too cold up here," she said as Lance began to move toward 
her. He paused, then said quietly, "You know, maybe you're right, maybe just 
the bottom half will be enough, and then he laughed. 

It was the first time she had heard him sound a little insane. She wondered 
about that. He was ordinarily so cool. Then quickly he moved around her and 
flung his arms around her shoulders. It was not a caress and not a hug. She 
could feel the firmness of his grip. 

As soon as he did that, Bill, who was sitting beside her, moved around in 
front of her. She was sitting with her legs partially tucked under her and 
her feet to one side, and he simply reached forward and took her feet, 
pulling them so that her legs were straight out in front of her. She jerked 
them back, trying to resist, but he was too strong and pulled them out 
again. i 

Then, putting his weight on her feet, he simply reached forward and began 
unsnapping her pants. Within seconds Renee was naked from the waist down. 

Feeling helpless now, Renee simply slumped and left her feet out in front of 
her while Bill moved away. Her cunt seemed to be pointing upward toward the 
group. She felt embarrassed, especially with Tina there. 

Tina was directly in front of her across the circle and seemed almost to be 
looking at her casually. The soft moonlight hid the details of Tina's 
expression. Renee looked at her calmly, realizing that of all the members of 
the group Tina was the only one who could possibly be the center of 
attention in this particular arrangement. 

None of the boys moved. They seemed to be waiting. Nothing was said. 
Finally, Tina moved and began to crawl toward her. When she was close enough 
Renee could see the excitement on her face. 

"God, she's beautiful," Tina said, almost under her breath. She was staring 
at Renee's open crotch and her long, smooth legs. 

Tentatively Tina reached out and touched Renee's left thigh on the inside. 
Her hand was gentle, her touch appealing. She began to move her fingers over 
Renee's leg. A cold shiver of disgust swept through Renee. This was a 
dimension of sexuality she had never explored and, because of her 
upbringing, had a natural built-in repugnance to homosexual themes. Yet, she 
was also aware that the touch felt good. 

"Please don't," she said, "please don't, Tina." 

"Cool it, Coach," Lance said in her ear, "just cool it." 

All of the boys were silent, watching. 

Tina looked beautiful in the soft light, and when she raised her hand and 
put it against Renee's outer vaginal lips, some of the repugnance of the 
situation seemed to vanish. The touch was soft. It was sensual. Tina's 
fingers explored gently the outer lips, moving down one lip, touching the 
perineum, back up the other lip, and then, finally, moving back and forth 
easily and slowly across the hidden clitoris underneath. 

She repeated this for several moments, her head down, resting on her knees 
as she leaned forward, seeming to know exactly where to touch Renee to 
stimulate her. 

The silence seemed contagious, almost romantic, and slowly Renee's sexuality 
surfaced. The absolutely expert touch on her clitoris and vaginal opening 
was too much. Lust seemed to swell up inside of her, but she resisted it. 
She clenched her teeth, her stomach tightening. How was she going to get out 
of this. There was no way, of course, and she knew it. She slumped back 
further against Lance. 

He mistook her movement for sexual arousal. He was partially right, but 
partially wrong too. When he felt her move he quickly laid her down so that 
her back was on the blanket and said, "Get yourself in a better position, 
Coach, she wants to eat you out." 

The words, "Eat you out," tumbled through Renee's mind angrily and heavily. 
It was a disgusting thought. 

"No," she said, "no, I won't let you do this to me. What we've done so far 
is one thing, but this I can't allow." 

She tried to straighten up, but Lance simply put his hand against her chest 
and shoved her back. 

"Cool it, Coach," was all he said. 

He held her securely and she could feel the firmness. She could feel the 
determination in his arm even though he wasn't being violent. She lay there 
a moment, thinking wildly about how she could talk them out of this. As she 
did, Tina's fingers continued to move over and over her steaming clitoris. 

Renee was pragmatic enough to accept the fact that she was getting sexually 
turned on despite her repugnance. She could feel the warmth in her stomach 
and began to feel like she wanted to open up her body and accept something 
inside. Her tongue began to move over her lips as though she wanted 
something inside her mouth. 

She was aware of these things, but was thinking desperately about how to get 
out of this situation. Then, as if by a funny kind of magic, she thought of 
her parents. The instant she became aware of her parents she simultaneously 
became aware of their teachings. Her common sense and sophistication told 
her nothing ugly was happening to her right now. There was nothing she was 
doing that should make her body or mind think in terms of repugnance. 
Tension seemed to vanish as this thought went through her head. She relaxed 
and began to push her cunt back toward Tina's exploring finger. 

When she did that, a kind of tension seemed to go out of Tina at the same 
time and she quickly lay forward on her stomach, her head coming into 
position directly opposite Renee's clitoris. She began to move her mouth 
around the extremities of Renee's bush, tonguing the crevice where her legs 
joined her stomach, licking upward onto Renee's belly. Always titillating, 
always sensual, but always staying away from her clitoris. Renee felt the 
warmth of Tina's breath and pushed her body back. She was ready now, 
welcoming this new dimension of sexuality. Without thinking, she reached her 
hand over to Lance's crotch. She surprised him. He was simply sitting there 
beside her, resting on his knees, ready to hold her in position should she 
move. His crotch was part way open to her and her hand fell directly on his 
bulging penis visible beneath his pants. Instinctively she grabbed the bulk 
of his cock. She didn't move her hand up and down and didn't stoke it. She 
just held onto it. Lance didn't move. He was waiting, watching. 

Then Tina's tongue touched her clitoris for the first time. It was just a 
flick. A flicking twist of the tongue, but the heat and the unusualness of 
it made Renee gasp with pleasure. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH," she said. "OOOOOOOHHHHH, OOOOOOOHHHHHH." 

It was very quick and surprising, and seemed to penetrate the night air. 
Tina's tongue became stirringly alive. She threw her arms around Renee's 
legs and brought her hands up over Renee's belly so that her fingertips were 
on either side of Renee's cuntal opening. Very gently she spread the now 
swollen and lustful vaginal lips apart, pulling the hair and flesh away from 
the swelling clitoris. 

In a soft blue moonlight she could barely make out the shape of the tiny red 
organ and she put her tongue directly against the underside of it. She held 
it there gently for a moment, letting the warmth seep into Renee's body. 
Then, again with complete gentleness, she began a slow soft circling with 
her tongue of the head of the clitoris sticking out toward her voluptuously. 
She swirled her tongue around and around and as she did, of course, the heat 
of passion began to penetrate Renee's body and soul. It did not go up into 
her slowly but seemed more like quantums of electricity penetrating wildly, 
seeming to search out every nook and corner of her sexual being. 

It was a feeling she had never felt before. Renee had been eaten out many 
times, but always by men. And now, for the first time she was feeling the 
intimate expertise that a woman possesses. 

"OH, AAAHHHHH, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL," Renee said. "So soft, so hot. It's the 
most beautiful thing I ever felt. Please don't stop." Her voice was clear in 
the quiet air and seemed to energize the entire group. 

"Faster, Tina, faster." Renee seemed to be begging. "Faster, please move 
your tongue faster and much harder, that's so beautiful." Her voice was 
almost poetic, her ecstasy so great. 

In a quick move Tina grabbed the belt around her waist and tugged it. She 
was wearing a gaucho skirt and it fell in front of her. Her knees rested on 
the hem and Tina was now naked also from the waist down. Her sensuous 
buttocks gleamed in the moonlight. 

As if it were a signal, Ray quickly crawled forward behind her and began to 
touch her buttocks. 

He massaged her lovingly, ran his fingers into her now dripping cunt, and 
then brought the moisture out and massaged it into her anus. He moved 
slowly, only trying to stimulate her more. The rest of the group sat 
quietly, their legs crossed in front of them as though they were an Indian 
council meeting. Finally, Ted said, "Make her cum, Tina, make her cum." 

It was a young boy's voice, but the emotion was clearly evident. Ted, like 
all the rest, was getting worked up by the sight in front of him. 

"OH, YES, OH, YES," Renee said. Her voice was coming from somewhere deep 
down in her chest, almost guttural, and it was thickly coated with passion 
and beautiful to hear. 

"OH, YES, YES, PLEASE KEEP ON DOING THAT, I'M GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER, 
IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. IT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I EVER FELT. HARDER, 
FASTER." The demanding tension could be heard in her voice. The softness was 
suddenly gone. The night was filled suddenly with Renee's urgency. 

Jler hips were moving up and down now as if fucking Tina's mouth as Tina 
leaned forward from her knees between Renee's legs. Ray was now simply 
finger fucking Tina from behind. His eyes were registered on the action at 
Renee's crotch. But his fingers were having an effect on Tina and suddenly a 
new sound entered the group. It was Tina's voice. She began to mewl as 
passion built in her own stomach, partially because of the excitement of 
making love to Renee, partially because of the titillation at her own 
crotch. Finally, when she apparently could stand it no more, Tina simply 
moved herself around so that her crotch was directly over Renee's face. She 
put her head back against Renee's cuntal opening and began sucking again. 

As Tina's hips and cunt loomed over her face a new dimension of sexuality 
hit Renee. The moonlight looked stunning against Tina's buttocks. They 
seemed to gleam, slightly blue and iridescent. She reached up with her hands 
and began to touch the globes of Tina's ass with her fingertips, sensing the 
texture and firmness. As she did this, for a brief moment her own passion 
subsided, mainly because she was concentrating on something else and then it 
began to build again as Tina's hungry mouth began to work her now engorged 
and happy clitoris. 

Renee raised her head to get close to Tina's cunt, but Tina was too upright 
on her knees and Renee realized that, putting her head back and saying very 
calmly, "LOWER, LOWER, TINA, BRING YOUR CUNT DOWN CLOSE TO MY MOUTH." 

Tina, who was lost in the ecstasy of Renee's cunt juices, caught the 
significance of what she said and quickly adjusted her knees, literally 
lowering her excited cunt onto Renee's keenly anticipating mouth. Instantly 
Renee caught the essence of Tina's lovely cunt in her dilating nostrils. The 
aroma seemed to penetrate deeply into her subconscious sexual rhythm and a 
thrill shot through her. She had never thought of herself as lesbian, had 
never thought of herself as bisexual. She had been taught, of course, that 
it was a completely evil thing and perverted, and a number of other 
adjectives the various codes she had been brought up on had thought up to 
describe it. 

As a result, her awareness as Tina's cunt came within touching distance was 
magnified. It was almost as though she overreacted. The instant the lovely 
aroma penetrated her nostrils, it got down into where her sexual being was 
as Renee began to gush. She came hard. It seemed as though her juices were 
squirting into Tina's mouth, but, of course, that was just an illusion. She 
simply opened her mouth as the orgasm roared through her inner being and she 
started to yell softly, into the wiry, thick pubic hairs. It was muffled and 
somewhat indistinct, but as clear a sound as the young men sitting around 
had ever heard, "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, AAGGGHHH, OOOOOOHHHHHH, THIS IS SO 
BEAUTIFUL, THIS IS INCREDIBLE." Her voice began ro rise in pitch, IT'S 
MAKING ME CUM. I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, OOOOOHHHHH YES," her 
voice was yelling now, considerably louder than before. "OOOOOOHHHHHH 
YESSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSS, YESSSSSS, YESSSSSSS." 

Tina, with Renee's clitoris halfway down her throat, now simply sucked with 
joy, knowing what she was causing to happen, knowing it was beautiful, 
wanting to keep on doing it the rest of the night. She tasted the extra 
lubrication and swallowed it. It went down so easily that it was so 
exciting. It was a part of her nature that she didn't really understand and 
didn't care to. She loved the taste of succulent juice as much as she loved 
that of semen. She continued to suck, quietly, softly, realizing that 
Renee's clitoris was slightly sensitive now and felt the relaxation come 
over Renee's body. As this happened she also felt Renee begin to concentrate 
on her own clitoris. 

Renee, once the orgasm had slipped past her, was in a state of sexual frenzy 
she had never felt before. She wanted to take all of Tina into her mouth, 
her back, her arms, her legs, her cunt, her breasts, everything. But here, 
directly in front of her face, was the young woman's lovely clitoris, and so 
Renee simply and instinctively opened her mouth, softening her lips and 
sucked the juicy red organ into her mouth. 

Her first reaction was that of surprise at the delicious taste. She couldn't 
believe that she herself was as wet as Tina, but in fact she was wetter. 
Still Tina was dripping both from the excitement of seducing Renee and from 
the finger fucking she had been getting moments before. Tina was, to put it 
simply, completely turned on. Her clitoris seemed to hang from her stomach 
like a small cock, begging for titillation, almost throbbing in the cool 
night air as it waited for the soft and enticing mouth of Renee. Then, of 
course, when she began to feel Renee's softly sucking mouth exactly where 
she wanted it to be, Tina had the wonderfully pleasant surprise of finding 
her orgasm right on the surface. 

Caught up in the excitement of Renee's orgasm and her own turn-on, Renee's 
first few sucks produced a small trembling orgasm that seemed to melt Tina 
into a soft pliable ball of melted butter, hot, quivering, receptive, 
totally eager for more and more of what was happening to her. 

She raised her head and said, so that Renee could hear, "PLEASE DO THAT 
HARDER, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL, PLEASE, PLEASE DO THAT HARDER. HURT ME WITH YOUR 
MOUTH IF YOU CAN!" 

Renee couldn't believe her ears. She didn't think she wanted someone pulling 
that hard on her clitoris although she had actually pulled harder just 
moments before. But she was aware now of the muscles of her mouth and the 
strength she was using, and it seemed as though she might hurt Tina. Then, 
to hear Tina say the words she had said, was all Renee needed to find 
freedom in her mouth and in her muscles that had been lacking moments ago. 
She began to suck with strong pulling movements. Renee could feel the soft 
tender flesh and the swollen bulb of Tina's clitoris moving in and out of 
the soft insides of her mouth. It was incredibly different. It was similar 
to sucking on a cock, without the girth, without the mass, and she loved it. 
It tasted sweet and elegant and she sucked happily. 

Naturally, because she felt free, she was doing it perfectly and Tina simply 
closed her eyes. The sensations were so intense that they were almost 
painful. Within seconds Renee had sucked a large orgasm out of Tina's 
pulsating clitoris. 

Tina was very quiet as it happened, but Renee could feel her hips begin to 
buck, and it was though Tina was fucking Renee's mouth. This, of course, 
being so new and erotic was all Renee needed to slip over the soft edge of 
orgasm again and because Tina, out of instinct, began herself to suck even 
harder. Renee immediately began to cum again. There was a synchronization 
between the two women as both juiced at once. 

The vibrations seemed to sweep outward, drawing in the young boys as they 
sat and watched. 

It was more than Ted could stand. Quickly he got behind Tina, whipping out 
his erect cock and simply shoving it into her cunt. There was no ceremony, 
no preparation. He knew she was dripping and as soon as his stirring cock 
entered her cunt Ted came. Semen was spurting from the end of his cock as it 
entered. It shot up into Tina like hot coals. 

"SON-OF-A-BITCH," Ted said, "SONNNNNNN-OFFFFFFFF-AAAAA-AAA-BITCH." It was 
ecstasy, pure ecstasy, and he was not embarrassed at cumming so quickly. It 
had not entered his mind to fuck Tina. He had been driven by the need to cum 
and cum he did. 

The girls had not even finished their orgasm, but were sucking wildly on 
each other as Ted pulled his now deflating cock from Tina's moist cunt. 

Almost immediately Ted was replaced by Jim. Almost the identical thing 
happened, although Jim did fuck her for a few moments, just enough to take 
Tina over still another climactic hurdle. When Jim withdrew his cock, Tina, 
the expert, simply rolled over, pulling Renee with her so that now Renee was 
on top and her ass was sticking up in the air. Their mouths had never left 
each other's cunts. They were sucking in a kind of blissful, euphoric 
fantasyland of sexuality and their awareness of where they were and what 
they were doing was minimal. Thus, it was that when Ray stuck his cock into 
Renee that she was almost totally unaware of what was happening. 

Renee for the first time ever was almost in another dimension of 
consciousness. She was totally sexual, which meant she was completely open 
and feeling and touching. Her body was absorbing the skilled manipulations 
by Tina's body. She touched, sucked, felt and smelled. She listened, to the 
sounds and when her cunt was entered it too accepted everything that was 
happening. And, without trying to, without making any special effort, 
Renee's body began to respond simultaneously to Ray's driving cock. 

Ray had come to fuck, not to cum. As a result he stayed behind Renee for a 
long time, his cock driving in and out, in and out, as his own passions 
dramatically grew. He threw his head back toward the moonlight and let his 
mind close to the reality of .where he was. He concentrated on the heat 
around his cock and on the soft supple buttocks he held in his hands. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

When they left the hilltop they had been united. 

Renee had felt it earlier, a sort of comradeship they shared even though she 
was several years older. But now, as they left the hilltop, it was strong 
and she was expressing it herself. They were like buddies or cronies, united 
in their pursuit of a game that they knew the community as a whole would not 
accept. 

Riding back to Tina's college had been an experience that Renee would 
remember all her life. It had actually made her laugh although it had been 
highly erotic at the time. What had made her laugh was the fact that only 
young men the age of these could get their bodies twisted around in the 
contortion positions that they had and still function sexually. Anyone older 
simply would have had muscle cramps and not be able to function. At one time 
she and Tina had been lying on their sides in sixty-nine position in the 
back seat of the car and had had cocks in their cunts at the same time. A 
boy behind each of them twisted somehow into the right position so that he 
got his erection opposite the right opening. It all had in fact been highly 
erotic. It was as this was happening, and as her mind tried to imagine the 
position that whoever it was that was fucking her was in, in order to be 
fucking her, that Renee had started to laugh to herself. It had been only a 
chuckle of joy and she had continued to suck on Tina's beautiful, pulsating 
clitoris as she pushed her own clitoris as hard as she could into Tina's 
excited mouth. 

A few miles later she had been sitting on top of Bill's lively cock and 
Larry had slithered his long, angular body somehow into position so he also 
got his cock into her cunt from behind. She had realized in astonishment 
that she actually had two cocks inside of her cunt at the same time. There 
was amusement in this position too because they were so jammed in that 
nobody could move and it only lasted a moment or two before the spring 
uncoiled so to speak. But it too was a memory Renee would never forget. 

They had dropped her off at her apartment and Renee had spent a good part of 
the remainder of the night enjoying the feelings in her body and the 
absolute astonishment in her mind over what had happened. Intellectually it 
was puzzling how this supposed chemistry had come about. Emotionally it was 
perfect. She felt safe with the young men and especially loved Tina now that 
she had had her. She lay there contentedly, the fingers of her right hand 
moving idly in and out of her sopping wet cunt as her fantasy world played 
itself out. 

At one point she seriously considered driving over to the natatorium to swim 
and masturbate. But, realizing it was very late, she decided against that 
and continued to lie in bed finger fucking herself and enjoying the world 
she had created. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

She probably would have missed her first class had not the phone jarred her 
out of her deep sleep. 

Her eroticism of the previous night, which had almost literally lasted all 
night long, had put her into such a state of relaxation and exhaustion that 
her sleep had been totally profound and there is no telling how late Renee 
would have slept otherwise. But the phone near her ear was just too much. 
Its jangle rattled through her brain like an unwelcome visitor and she sat 
up in bed, not dopey as one might expect from such a sound sleep, but like 
one answering an emergency. And, as it turned out, it was an emergency. 

The school commandant was on the line. A seemingly hard, disciplined 
military type, Jack Mandero was a man devoted to physical exercise and 
trimness and he ran the school with a sort of autocratic hand that defied 
description. His operation, a smooth, totally cohesive one and, as a result, 
his reputation in the military school system was wide and highly respected. 

"Hello, Renee," he said it briskly, sharply, and then was quiet. 

Renee paused, not knowing who it was, certainly not expecting Jack Mandero 
on the phone. Finally, she said, "Yes." 

"Renee, this is Jack Mandero. I hope I haven't awakened you, but I wanted to 
catch you before you left for school. It's important that I see you in my 
office between your second and third class. Please be there." He promptly 
hung up. 

Renee had only said yes once. She looked down at the phone, almost 
bewildered, but there was no mistaking what she had heard or what he had 
said. Somehow, from the tone and inflection of his voice, a cold shiver of 
foreboding shot through her naked body as she sat there in bed. Slowly she 
put the phone back on the cradle. 

She had two hours between her second and third class. Quickly she looked at 
the watch, "My God," she said. 

She had twenty minutes to get to the college. She flew out of bed, somehow 
erasing Mandero's voice as she went through the mechanics of preparing 
herself. 

By the time she walked into Jack Mandero's office Renee had had a chance to 
play his brief, succinct conversation over and over in her mind, and her 
imagination had of course simply run amok. The most prevalent thought in her 
mind, however, was absolutely terrifying. Somehow, some way, Jack Mandero 
knew that she had been fucking students. It was, of course, an absolute and 
total breach of the code, and she recognized that he could simply fire her 
if he had any kind of substantial proof at all. In fact he didn't really 
need proof. All he needed was some kind of circumstantial evidence and then 
he could take it from there. Renee knew that being female in an all male 
school, she was treading on thin ice anyway. As she walked through the door 
her steps were slow and full of tension, her stomach taut, and her mind 
erasing. It just didn't seem like there was anything else he would be 
calling her in for on such short notice and his voice had sounded menacing. 

The secretary closed the door behind her. She stopped, smiling at Jack as he 
sat behind his desk. He was strikingly handsome in a rough way. His physical 
fitness was obvious, his health seeming to gleam from his well sculptured 
features. His shoulders were broad and his hands calm. 

"Come in, Renee," he said. 

His voice was not pleasant. 

She walked haltingly to the chair, looking at him. He was in his 
mid-forties. She had met him, of course, a number of times, both in campus 
activities and at teacher-oriented parties. But she did not really know him 
well. She remembered his striking wife, Kitty, better. He looked down at 
some papers in front of him, then glanced up at her. 

"Just a moment, let me finish this." The pause as he worked on the paper 
only served to increase the tension in Renee's body. If what she suspected 
were true, what would she do? She had gone over it a million times it seemed 
in the last few hours. There didn't seem to be anything she could do except 
deny it. That was her only out. And, even that, if he had any evidence at 
all it might be skimpy if not virtually worthless. She realized that if that 
were the subject he was going to talk about that it depended totally on his 
own interpretation. Her own words would be virtually meaningless. Finally he 
signed his name to the paper and put it aside on the already neat pile on 
the right hand corner of his desk. 

He put his hands flat down on the desk top and leaned forward slightly in 
his chair, looking directly at her. 

"Renee, I am sure you are mature enough to realize that in a school this 
size the Commander has to have sources of information from within the 
student body." 

He paused, and as he did all of her fears were confirmed. A cold chill swept 
over her body, seemingly deeper than the one she had worn when she came in. 
She nodded. 

"Well, that's the case with me," he went on. 

"I have inside sources of information. They are very reliable and I depend 
on them to know what the tempo of the student body is, or rather, I should 
say, the mood of the student body is. The mood of the student body is 
paramount in my concern and that should be pretty obvious. Don't you agree?" 

The question startled her. 

"Yes," she said like an automaton. 

She hardly knew what she was saying her fear was so great. It was difficult 
for Renee to retain her independence of thought under stress. She had simply 
not been through stressful moments like this in her short life to be able to 
handle it with the sophistication needed, or, rather, that she thought was 
needed. As a consequence she was aware of her awkwardness and of her feeling 
of ineptness as she looked at Jack. 

He smiled at her, a quick flickering smile that seemed to touch at the 
corner of his mouth only a moment and then vanish. His eyes seemed stern. He 
appeared mad. 

"I have information that affects you," he said, "It affects you very deeply 
and I don't want to fool you. I want you to know that what I am talking 
about is a very, very serious situation." 

Renee felt her throat catch, but she said nothing. 

"Do you know the reason, Renee, that Lance is in this school?" 

Hearing Lance's name was all she needed to confirm her fears. 

"No," she said, faking bravado. 

"He's in this school because we seem to be the only school that can control 
him." 

"Control him?" she said, puzzled now because of the new information. "What 
do you mean?" She was trying to sound professional. 

"I mean that Lance is a, what is known as a bad boy. He has been kicked out 
of several schools and is here because his father is at his wit's end and 
wants us to do something about his boy's future. Also, there are some other 
boys in the same situation. Namely, since they are all on your swimming 
team, I will use their first names because I know you know them very well. 
They are Ted and Bill and Ray and Jim and Larry. I want you to know that I 
give you personally a great deal of credit for helping these boys. Your 
coaching of the team has been exemplary." 

He paused, and when he did it gave Renee a chance to realize that maybe 
that's the reason he had called her in there, just to compliment her. 
Suddenly her fears vanished. She was sure that was the reason he had called. 

"Why, thank you," she said. "I appreciate the compliment. As far as I am 
concerned they are fine boys and I am surprised to hear the information you 
just gave me. I did not know that." 

"Well, there is some other information I need also to give you. Certainly I 
didn't pick that information up from my underground sources." 

The fear returned to Renee. Of course he hadn't. 

"Renee, this is by its very nature a delicate subject. It has to do with you 
being a woman and has to do with what my informant tells me has been taking 
place here recently." 

Now Renee knew. There wasn't anything else he could be talking about, and 
yet, if he knew, it had to be from one of the six boys. Certainly no one 
else had seen them in any of their activities. She decided to go on the 
offensive. 

"Who told you?" she asked briskly. 

"I beg your pardon." 

"Who told you? Who is your informant?" 

"Well now, Renee, that wouldn't be very smart of me to tell you that, would 
it? But you can be sure I have one and what I have heard about you and your 
behavior with those six boys seems rather severe. As a matter-of-fact, in 
all my years of dealing in military schools, I have never run into anything 
quite so severe, and I want you to know that as I sit here talking with you 
I am contemplating firing you." 

"You know about the sex?" Renee blurted, her mind now seemingly less tense 
because she had decided to be aggressive. 

"Yes, yes I do know about the sex." 

"Is there anything wrong with that?" Renee said. "My having sex with grown 
boys. Let's face it. I need sex as much as anyone." 

"Well, I'm sure you do, Renee, but I believe your choice of partners and 
choice of locale is highly inappropriate in relation to the job you hold and 
the responsibility you have." 

"Do you have a suggestion as to what I might do instead?" she asked. 

He paused, and as he did Renee suddenly realized the implication of her 
words. It sounded as though she were after his body. The thought germinated 
in her mind as the silence remained in the room. Suddenly Renee had a 
solution. She almost laughed to herself. What the hell. Fuck the Commandant 
and he's not going to fire you, that's for sure. Especially if he had a 
wife. She got up, feeling extremely aggressive now. She looked at him as he 
looked back at her. 

"Renee, I want you to know before I fire you that I know of every incident 
that has taken place. I know about the hilltop, I know about the natatorium, 
I know about the library." 

That information confirmed in Renee's mind that one of the six had somehow 
told him. She didn't care now. She moved toward the desk. 

"I have a solution myself," she said. Her voice was matter-of-fact. She was 
not trying to be seductive. 

"Yes," she nodded. "I indeed have a solution." 

Her aggressive action made Jack sit back in his chair, yet he was not 
nervous. He had not changed his plan. He watched her walk around the desk, 
observing her stop at the corner of the desk and take off her clothes. He 
said nothing, smiling to himself, enjoying the sight of the tall, voluptuous 
woman as her body became revealed in the soft sunlight coming through the 
office windows. 

When she was naked Renee looked at him again. 

"I think there is wisdom in what you just suggested to me. That perhaps I 
have chosen inappropriate partners. Now I am going to choose an appropriate 
one. You. I am going to fuck you right now, right here. Call your secretary 
and make the necessary arrangements to keep that door closed and that phone 
quiet." 

There was a certain command in her voice, and had Jack Mandero been really 
intent on firing on her, he would have been caught so far off base that he 
wouldn't have known what to do. He picked up the phone. 

"Miss Tredwell, I want to be alone in this office for a few moments. Please, 
no phone calls, no visitors. Thank you." He hung up. "Stand up," Renee said. 

She took hold of his arm and pulled at it, trying to get him to stand up. 

"Renee, you're making a mistake. This will do you no good," he said sternly. 
"This will do you no good at all. In fact it will work against you. It 
obviously has to go on your record. After all, I am the Commander of this 
school and it's my responsibility to take care of these things in the proper 
way." 

He was standing up now and as he spoke Renee was already unbuckling his 
belt. She pulled his penis from his pants, slipping them down his legs. He 
didn't resist but kept his stern demeanor. 

"Renee, I said you're making a mistake. Do you hear me. I said you're making 
a mistake. I have to put this on your record." 

She held his penis firmly in her hands. It was long and slender and she 
hoped it would swell considerably since otherwise it would be too small. She 
liked pricks with girth. She began to milk it, moving her cunt in front of 
the head, and as she milked, rubbing the head back and forth in her pubic 
hair, he just stood there, simply looking down at his penis head as it moved 
back and forth across her clitoris. She could feel the warmth but was much 
more cold and calculating now than she ordinarily was when her clitoris was 
stimulated. She was trying to stimulate him and then suddenly she felt his 
cock lift slightly. A smile crossed her consciousness. He was responding. 

"Put your hands on my breasts," she seductively whispered. 

It was almost a command. He did not move his hands. 

"Renee, I'll give you one last chance to keep this off your record. Just put 
your clothes back on and we will terminate your arrangement with this school 
and I promise you I will keep this from your record. If you don't and it is 
on your record you will, of course, never get another job in any school." 

His prick was rapidly swelling. Renee reached over, took his hand, and 
pulled it up, placing it on her firm, ripe breasts. It was long enough now 
and slightly more thick as she began to jack on his cock rapidly as if 
jerking him off. She backed away after a moment and knelt down quickly, 
taking his penis in her mouth. She sucked in the full length of it and began 
sucking on him rapidly. She didn't think she had much time. It was difficult 
to keep people out of his office. Renee knew that. So she sucked rapidly and 
enjoyed the sudden healthy swelling of his now erect cock. As the sucking 
continued she knew he would consume with passion in a moment. Once he was 
hard she knew she could make him cum very quickly. As she sucked she felt 
him sigh. Then finally he said, "Alright, Renee," and he grew quiet. 

She felt his body arch slightly, pushing his cock further into her throat. 
She knew he was responding. 

In only a couple of minutes Jack was hard. When he was hard his cock, 
probably because of his physical fitness, simply curled upward toward his 
stomach, the tension in it seemingly so great that it would burst. Renee 
loved the feeling. She milked and sucked on his blue-veined member avidly, 
feeling her own body beginning to respond. The tension of the moment had 
gone. She knew she had won. Renee just had to fuck him and she would be 
safe. But why not fuck him and enjoy it? She thought to herself as she 
continued to suck lasciviously. 

Then a change seemed to come over Jack. His body seemed to relax. Renee felt 
his hands clutch her shoulders. He lifted her, his strength so great that it 
was almost effortless. She was on her feet, her hands still on his cock, but 
her mouth slightly open because the cock had been jerked out of it. With a 
quick move he spun her around and put one hand on her stomach from behind 
her while his other hand clutched the middle of the back of her neck as he 
pushed her forward. Suddenly she was face down on the desk, her ass sticking 
up in the air invitingly. Without waiting he thrust his cock against her 
cuntal opening. He held it there only a moment, adjusting, making sure he 
was lined up properly and then he simply thrust forward, gently and somewhat 
slowly, letting his penis slide all the way into her engorged swollen lips, 
up into her cuntal channel, up to where her vaginal muscles could feel the 
thick veins and swollen knob of his now rampaging cock. 

She pushed back, beginning to lewdly grind her hips. Renee wanted to make 
him cum. She didn't pay any attention to the change that had come over him, 
interpreting it as having given in and being intent on enjoying what was 
happening. She began to fuck him as he began to screw her. There was nothing 
gentle now about Jack Mandero as he quickly grabbed her hips. 

His hands, his arms, his entire body seemed to be full of anger. He pulled 
her hips back violently, slamming her cunt over his cock, at the same time 
thrusting to meet that backward pull, and as a consequence, driving his cock 
like a piercing arrow upward into her vaginal sheath. A soft mewling cry of 
pain came from Renee, then another and yet another as his pile-driving 
strokes continued. She felt her legs being forced against the cold metal of 
the desk. She felt a knob someplace down around a drawer level pushing 
against her, but there was nothing she could do. Renee was aware-totally 
aware, that Jack Mandero was expressing some kind of anger. She tried to 
relax, to enjoy it, attempting to fix her mind on the lovely shape of his 
now engorged purple cock. But she had also to fight the pain. The curve of 
his cock was ripping upward into her cuntal opening, penetrating, seemingly 
deeper into her stomach-not near her womb or her cervix, but just simply 
farther up, the probing action being caused by the built-in curve of his 
cock. 

To Jack it was a magnificent feeling. Her cunt was tight, hot and dripping 
wet. Her buttocks pushed against his loins in a most erotic way. He, too, 
knew that there wasn't much time. There was no telling what his secretary 
might do in case of an emergency and he just wanted to finish this 
magnificent moment. He had wanted for a long, long time to stick his 
pulsating staff into Renee's cunt. He had seen her often in a bathing suit. 
He had interviewed her. He had done lots of things around her, and she had 
become a sort of fantasy figure in his mind. But that today was not his main 
motivation. He smiled to himself, feeling his cum working up into his balls, 
getting ready to explode. 

And then, finally, after he had fucked her hard for perhaps three torrid 
minutes, his orgasm occurred. What triggered it was Renee's voice. She had 
adjusted, had become her sexual self. She began talking sensually into the 
desk top. 

"OH YES. OH YES. FUCK ME, JACK. FUCK ME HARDER. JACK! JACK! JACK! JACK!" her 
voice seemed to magnify with intensity as his pile-driving cock forced her 
own orgasm closer to the surface. 

Jack did not wait for Renee to cum. He could care less. When his balls 
exploded they simply unleashed. He loved the feeling of the hot cum roaring 
up through his rampaging shaft. He could almost feel it splatter off her 
vaginal walls back against his engorged purple head. He simply pile-drove 
his semen as far into her belly as he could, and when he was through 
exploding he simply withdrew his rod, wiped the knob of it against her ass, 
and reached down and picked up his pants, putting them back on. 

At his withdrawal Renee stood up. There was a smile inside of her, but she 
did not smile openly at him. She turned and looked at him. 

"You sonofabitch, ' she said. You sonofabitch, I almost came but you 
couldn't wait, could you?" 

She began to put her clothes on. Renee was content but didn't want him to 
know she felt victorious. When she had her clothes on, which she had put on 
in an aura of silence and anger, and had straightened herself out, she 
looked at him again and leaned over the corner of his desk, saying directly 
into his face. 

"Put that in the record, too, that I almost came but you were so goddamn 
selfish you couldn't wait." 

Then she whirled and walked out of the room. Once she was by the secretary 
and out into the corridor, Renee quickly found a ladies' room so she could 
have a place in private to laugh. She stood in the stall, her arm against 
the wall, her head on her arms and simply laughed and laughed and laughed. 
Renee had beaten the system. Somehow her aggressiveness had freed her. She 
felt like a new woman as she stood there in the John stall laughing almost 
hysterically. 

As she stood there, the emotions sweeping back and forth over her, she felt 
the first distinct trickle of his hot semen as it oozed downward out of her 
cunt and onto her inner leg. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Renee was in a great mood during swimming practice that night and it 
reflected outwardly, touching her chums as she chose to call them, and 
actually enhanced the efficiency of practice. The swimmers worked hard and 
when practice was over the guys simply packed up and vanished, leaving Renee 
in the pool by herself. 

She swam for a time and floated for awhile, her elation virtually keeping 
her afloat all by itself. The only thing bothering her was how the 
Commandant knew. None of the boys had reflected anything that caused her to 
be suspicious during practice. None of them had been overly nervous or 
playful. 

She had noticed before, however, that a trait of all of them was that when 
they actually got in the swimming pool, they were quite sincere and quite 
dedicated toward improving their swimming abilities. She did understand one 
thing, however. 

Knowing that they were there almost on probation, she could almost relate 
what being on the swimming team and excelling in a sport meant to each of 
them. It made her feel good to be a part of that, but still the question 
that lingered in her mind was who was the fifth columnist? Who was giving 
the Commandant information? 

Finally, because of the soothing massage the water was providing her, she 
stripped off her swimming suit and floated to where the water was jetting 
out into the pool and let herself hang in front of it for several pleasant, 
consuming, relaxing orgasms. 

Renee did not use the dildo. She did not feel like hanging around the pool 
any longer. Normally she would have stayed for another hour or so. Tonight, 
however, she felt the need to get home and focus her mind on the problem at 
hand, that of figuring out who the fifth columnist was and also that of 
deciding how to handle the Commandant on future occasions. 

She dressed and hurried home. It was a little before eight when she walked 
in the door. It was dark outside and she flipped the lights on. Her 
apartment looked cozy. She quickly made herself a martini and a sandwich and 
sat for awhile at her kitchen table, enjoying the comfort of her home, then 
finally getting up and walking into her bedroom, which was a combination 
bedroom, living-room where she had, in addition to her bed, some soft 
comfortable furniture. She turned on a reading light and sat down in a soft 
chair, leaning back and closing her eyes. The drink was still in her hand. 
She sipped on it occasionally and began thinking about Jack Mandero. She had 
to admit he was a sexy guy, but was still a little bit puzzled, mostly 
because of her lack of knowing how she would handle him on future occasions. 
She was thinking about how she might exploit her sexual intimacy with him to 
find out who the tattle tale was in her group since she was convinced the 
information had to come from one of the boys ... . when the room seemed to 
shatter around her ears. 

The first thing she heard was a loud, exuberant masculine shot of "Now" and 
she quickly bolted upright, spilling part of her drink and staring at the 
sound frightened, only to see Lance come leaping across her bed from where 
he had been hiding and the rest of the gang burst out from behind or inside 
of closets and other rooms. 

She sank back, her terror vanishing instantly once she recognized them. They 
were laughing wildly and yelling, grabbing and pulling at her. 

She began to struggle back, having fun with them. They wrestled her onto the 
bed, rolling over and onto her, pulling and tugging at her, not being really 
sexy but faking a rape scene and laughing while they horsed around. 

She got into the mood of it quickly, wondering in the back of her mind what 
the hell they were up to. She enjoyed these boys and sensed again the 
feeling of intimacy with them, the sense of being part of their gang. 
Finally, when their exuberance had waned, Lance sat up beside her quickly. 
She was disheveled, her clothes half on and half off, and was laughing 
insanely. Ted was lying across her feet on his stomach, screaming into the 
mattress. Ray was standing up on the bed, jumping around like an Indian, and 
finally they all grew quiet when Lance began to speak. 

"Come on, Coach, come on, Coach, you can't go to sleep now and you can't 
spend the rest of the night in this bed. Come on, we got plans for you." 

He sounded excited. 

"Okay you guys," she said. "What's up? What have you got in mind?" 

"No, no, Coach, you're not going to find out that easy. Come on, get your 
clothes on. We're going to show you some fun." 

"Not again, not tonight," she said. 

She was teasing, but did not want to go back to the mountain top again. 

Lance caught on immediately. 

"Hey, Coach, this is just local fun, local fun. You don't have to go very 
far at all but come on, come on. We're waiting. We've been waiting for hours 
for you to get home." 

She sat up and looked at him, punching Ted so he'd get off her feet. She 
looked up at Ray, who was still sort of jiggling up and down on the bed. 

"Ray, stand still, will you. You're shaking the whole bed," she said 
jokingly. 

"Hey, you guys, it's late," she went on. "It's too late to go out." 

"No, no, this won't take long. We want to show you a good time." 

They wouldn't wait for an answer. Suddenly Renee found herself being pulled 
off the bed and onto her feet as five pairs of hands adjusted and 
straightened out her clothes. She hadn't taken off her clothes since coming 
from the pool, and so it was a matter of just getting them back on her 
straight so she looked decent. 

She giggled at them. They were tickling her, and laughing in her face. They 
were having a good time and she began to pick up on their spirit. 

As soon as they had put her clothes on properly, Larry pulled a sweater from 
her closet and threw it over her shoulder as they began to pull her out the 
door, laughing and yelling and having a good time. They piled her into the 
car. It was only when she got to the car that she realized that Bill was 
missing. 

"Hey, where's Bill?" she said. 

"He's waiting for you. He's waiting for you and we've got a little surprise. 
He's waiting with a surprise." 

These words came at her from several sources. The car was started and they 
drove off. She realized it almost immediately that they were heading toward 
the natatorium building. 

"You got your key, Coach?" Lance said. "It should be in your purse." 

"My key?" 

"Yeah, your key to the pool." 

"Yeah, I've got my key. It's right here." 

"Great." 

"Is that where we're going?" "Sure, Coach. We're going over to the pool and 
we're all going to swim together." 

"Oh, damned! You guys are something else." 

The idea sounded fun to her. 

She sat back, snuggling between Ray and Ted in the back seat. 

Larry, sitting in the front seat, reached back and flipped her bosoms. She 
reached out to cuff at him, but it was all good natured. 

As they drove up to the building Renee could see Bill standing near the door 
and thought she saw, just inside of one of the support columns, another 
figure, but she couldn't be sure. "Is that Bill?" "Yeah, that's old Bill." 

They didn't tell her anymore as they piled out. 

"Get out your key, Coach." 

Happily she snaked out her key, and as they ran up toward where Bill was 
waiting, Renee felt a sudden leap of excitement in her throat as she 
recognized Tina standing in the shadows. 

They went inside to the pool. Once there, Lance stopped her and looked at 
her seriously. 

"Do we have to worry about a night watchman or anything?" he said. 

"No, no," she said. "I don't think so. I've swam here many nights quite late 
and I've never been bothered." 

"Great," Lance said. "However," and he raised his voice, "hey gang, however, 
I think we should be kind of quiet." 

"What've you guys got in mind?" Renee said. 

"Coach! We have an orgy in mind. What did you think we had in mind?" 

Somewhat flabbergasted, but totally enjoying what was happening, Renee just 
shook her head. 

Finally she looked up at them. They were all quietly waiting for her 
reaction. It was like she had passed her initiation the previous night or 
something, and now they were waiting to see if she would go along with their 
first club function. She laughed to herself. 

"Well, then," she said, beginning to take off her clothes. "The last one in 
the pool doesn't get fucked." 

There was a yell. 

"Quiet you guys," Lance said. 

They began to take off their clothes, and within moments were all in the 
water splashing about. 

There was an awkward moment when they all realized that there wasn't any 
plan for getting down to the orgy itself and no one knew what to do. They 
had the energy, they had the interest, but no one had said what they should 
do first. 

Finally Lance said, "Hey Coach. Tina wants to know about your water jet." 

Tina had forgotten, but when she heard Lance say it, it sprang back into her 
mind. 

"Oh yeah," she said. "Yeah, yeah, he was telling me about that. Show it to 
me, Renee. Where is it?" 

Renee, who was treading water and splashing at Ray and getting splashed 
back, gestured toward the narrow end of the pool. "Over there. Come on, I'll 
show you." She turned and began to swim toward where the jet of water came 
out underneath the surface. 

Tina was swimming beside her. They were moving slowly. 

"What does it feel like?" Tina said. 

"It feels sensational. You have to start slowly, otherwise it hurts, but it 
feels sensational. It especially hurts when you don't have a bathing suit on 
because the water is almost too strong." "Okay, good. Let me see," Tina 
said. When they got to the end of the pool Renee could see that Tina was 
slightly off the mark. 

"Put your leg over toward me. You'll feel the water coming out." 

Tina did, and jumped because the water hit her leg much more sharply than 
she anticipated. 

"You see, I told you it was coming out pretty hard. You've got to go at this 
kind of slow." 

"Maybe if you kissed me first," Tina said seductively. 

"Maybe?" Renee said. "Just maybe you're right." 

She pulled herself along the edge of the pool into Tina's arms. They hung 
there kissing each other for a moment, sort of serious, sort of giggling. 

Larry came up behind Tina and put his hand between the two girls, flipping 
his hand back and forth over their breasts, which were excitedly pressing 
against each other. 

"Okay, I'm ready," Tina said, with laughter. 

"Go slow," Renee warned. "Go slow. Just put your hands on the edge of the 
pool. No, here, I'll show you." Renee turned and put her hands on the edge 
of the pool, guiding her body in front of the jet of water. She let it hit 
her hip first, getting used to it, then slowly slipped her belly in front of 
the jet so that it hit above her clitoris. Then very slowly she raised her 
body up until the jet was full on her clitoris and her cuntal opening. 

Instantly she was in ecstasy. "OOOHHHHH," she said, closing her eyes, almost 
gritting her teeth. It had taken her almost by surprise. She pushed her 
pelvis towards the jet, spreading her legs slightly. "OH, I'LL CUM IN A 
MINUTE IF I STAY HERE. COME ON, TINA, COME ON, TAKE MY PLACE, THIS IS 
GREAT." She moved away, not really wanting to, but seeking to get Tina into 
the mood. She was aware that she herself was already more than into the 
mood. 

Tina duplicated Renee's actions, taking the edge of the pool in each hand 
and slowly moving her body to center herself on the jet. 

"Go slow," Renee warned. 

"I am, I am, but I'm excited," Tina said. 

Finally, after adjusting her body a number of times, Tina had the jet of 
water hitting her stomach. 

"It doesn't feel right," she said. There was a puzzled look on her face. 

Renee put her hand down in front of her to see where the water was hitting 
and realized it was too high on her stomach. 

"You have to get it more directly on your clit," she said. "It'll startle 
you, I know, but if you go slow it'll feel good in just a few seconds. Just 
raise your body up a little bit." 

Tina adjusted again. A sudden look of surprise, almost terror, came over her 
eyes. 

"Oh my God," she said. She didn't move. Then she hung there, holding herself 
absolutely still, her eyes closed. Finally, she opened her eyes again and 
said to no one, "Oh, my God! That's fantastic, Renee." 

Everyone was quiet, watching, waiting for Tina to get the full benefit of 
the jet of water. Her eyes were closed now. They could see her adjust. Tina 
spread her legs slightly, allowing the water to go further into her cuntal 
opening, but all the time hitting directly over her clitoris. 

Several moments passed as Tina concentrated. Then, her eyes closed, and 
almost as if she were in pain, she said, "WOULD YOU BELIEVE I'M CUMMING! OH 
YES!" Her voice began to linger on the words ... . "OH YES! OH YES! YES! 
YES! OH, THAT IS SO GREAT, RENEE. YES, NOW! NOW! AAAAAAHHHHHH, 
OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH." Then 
she slumped against the edge of the pool. 

Renee grabbed her instinctively, holding her in her arms, caressing her, 
trying to be gentle. Tina had tears in her eyes. Her emotion had been so 
severe. 

"Are you alright," Renee said. 

"Oh yes, yes, I'm alright. But that made me so hot. So fucking hot," Tina 
said. 

"Here, just hold the edge of the pool," Renee said. "I want to get hot like 
that, too." 

She twisted Tina and Tina grabbed the tile edge. Renee put herself in front 
of the water and moments later she too was as hot as Tina. She slumped 
alongside of Tina, joining her in a resting position, and said to her, 
quietly, "My God, that does make you hot. Do you want cock as much as I want 
it?" 

"Yes, I sure do," Tina said. 

"Well, we've got plenty of it here. Okay you guys, line up." Renee was 
laughing. The guys had been simply fascinated. They were hanging around the 
edge of the pool, stroking themselves, and watching. But they had been 
unusually quiet, waiting to see what developed. And now, hearing the 
conversation, their spirits, their naturally good spirits, surfaced and they 
began to swim toward the girls. 

Lance got Tina first. She turned to meet him, spreading her legs to go 
around his body as he approached. She reached down to see if he was hard. 
When she found that he was, she simply guided his cock into her cunt and 
they were locked together, each with an arm on the edge of the pool. 

"My God, that's great," Tina said. 

Within another instant Ted and Renee were locked together in the same way, 
his long, slender cock sliding up into her hot, heaving belly easily. 

Larry had moved in behind Tina, and because of the buoyancy of the water, 
had simply angled his body backward somewhat, holding onto the edge of the 
pool with one hand as he began probing at Tina's vagina from behind with his 
erect cock. 

The probing wasn't really necessary because Tina was so receptive to the 
idea, and with a little help from her hand, reaching down from underneath, 
she guided his cock also into her cunt. 

"Renee," she said, once she felt the sensation. "My God, I've got two cocks 
inside of me." 

"Me too," Renee said. "Somebody get behind me, I want to do that, too." 

They were laughing and joking, but the fucking was very serious. Bill 
slipped in behind Renee and again, because of the buoyancy of the water, was 
able to do the same thing Larry had done. 

A tabloid of sex took place. There were six people hanging in the water, 
four guys and two gals, and the four guys were fucking the two gals all four 
cocks being inserted inside a cunt. 

Seeing this, Jim and Ray, wanting action themselves, realizing that there 
wasn't anymore room in the girls, hung casually in the water for a few 
moments and then finally Ray got an inspiration. He scrambled to the edge of 
the pool, adjusting himself so that his cock was sticking out only inches 
from Tina's mouth. 

"Can you reach it?" he asked. 

She grunted something, and with a little cooperation from Lance and Larry, 
was able to move so that she got his cock in her mouth. It was awkward, but 
because of their youth, vigor and strength, they could do it. 

Jim, seeing Andy's success, did the same thing, positioning himself on the 
edge of the pool opposite Renee. Jim was a little more impatient. He simply 
reached forward, took Renee's head, and pulled not only Renee but Bill and 
Ted toward him, shoving her mouth over his cock. 

It was not really a position for orgasm for any of them except perhaps Jim 
and Ray, who were getting some pretty good head. But it was most definitely 
a situation of joy. 

They were not kissing. They were laughing. They were fucking but they 
weren't dimming. They were enjoying the sensuality of the moment and, 
because of their exuberance, their physical connections did not last all 
that long. Within a few minutes, perhaps five, the menage broke up, mostly 
because of their horsing around, and when it did Tina simply turned to Renee 
and said: 

"You, you know what I want, give it to me, will you: 

It was not all that serious with Renee. She hadn't reached her peak of 
passion in which orgasms and cocks and cunts were so critical, but she 
understood what Tina wanted. 

"Swim to the shallow end of the pool," she said, and turned and began 
swimming. 

All of a sudden it was like a race with all of them swimming in the pool, 
splashing and kicking. 

When they got to where Renee could stand up, she stopped and put her hand 
out to stop Tina. She quickly spun her so that she was on her back, floating 
in the water, and then adjusted herself so that her head was directly 
between Tina's legs. 

"Hey you guys, give me some help," was all she needed to say. 

She began to suck on Tina's pulsating clitoris. 

"Oh God yes," Tina said, almost immediately. "God yes, that's what I need." 

Her body relaxed in the water. She felt a couple of hands holding her up. 
Ted was by her head holding it up. He leaned forward and began to kiss her, 
his mouth open, his tongue lashing inside of her mouth. She began to groan 
around the tongue. 

Renee's mouth was wildly alive. It was demanding and was sucking out all of 
her sexuality. 

Then after a moment Bill got around behind Renee and gently pulled upward on 
her hips, lifting her feet off the pool floor. The stability of the group 
was only possible because so many people were there standing up. 

Renee's ass floated back toward Bill. His cock slid between her pouting 
cuntal lips, entering her from behind. The thrust of his cock upward into 
her stomach was so erotic that Renee began to moan around the swollen 
lustful clitoris in her mouth. The vibrations of her moaning sent shivers of 
ecstasy through Tina. 

Her mewling began to increase in intensity. In the darkened moonlit room the 
sound was a harmony of the lapping waves of a pool and the gentle 
animalistic moaning of Tina and Renee as passion began to consume their 
bodies. 

Renee did not have to hold on to Tina's body because hands were holding both 
herself and Tina in one position, and when she dropped her hands she put her 
right hand directly on Larry's swollen cock that stuck out in front of his 
body as he stood holding the two girls in position. 

She began to jerk back and forth on his long, engorged cock. 

Renee was now into that special dimension she was capable of in which her 
full potential for sexuality came to the surface. All of her conscious 
world, all of her self-taught and her parent's-taught world vanished and she 
became a thing of beauty, graceful, animalistic, free, and the sexuality of 
which she was so capable seemed to flow outward from her and saturate 
everyone. 

Bill fucked her steadily, enjoying the resistance of the water, enjoying the 
heat of her cunt, feeling the rippling tissues of her vagina walls as the 
swollen sensitive knob of his cock slid back and forth over them. It was 
like her vagina was kissing him. He closed his eyes, his balls beginning to 
feel swollen, almost painful. He had been aroused for sometime now and 
needed relief. There was no problem there. He simply held her lips and 
pumped his rippling sexual energy into her belly. The feeling of Larry's 
stormy cock underneath the water in her hands was a totally new sensation 
for Renee and it was turning her on even more. The cock felt huge and alive. 
It seemed to move in the water like a sea monster. She stroked it happily. 
There seemed no resistance. Her hand moved quickly. She had seen guys jerk 
off and knew how fast they liked to have a hand move on their cocks, and now 
she was doing it and it turned her on even more. 

She could hear Tina mewling in ecstatic pleasure as she sucked her clitoris. 
At last Tina simply began to have an orgasm that was so major she couldn't 
hold still. Her entire body seemed to buck and jerk in the water. Her hips 
seemed to flail outwardly at Renee's mouth. Renee clung to the clitoris with 
her lips almost desperately, sucking it as hard as she could, letting her 
tongue work it as much as she could. 

Finally, Tina could stand it no more and she took her face away from the 
tongue that was in it and began to say quite loudly. 

"MY GOD, NOTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE, NOTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE, OH, I'M GOING 
TO CUM. I'M GOING TO PASS OUT. I'M FLYING APART. FUCK ME. SUCK ME. DO 
EVERYTHING YOU CAN TO ME. I WANT EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT. OH YES, I'M CUMMING, 
I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING. OH, AAAAAHHHHH, YES, YES, YES." 

The final yes seemed to reverberate around the room, penetrating the sexual 
awareness of everybody hearing it, turning everybody on. 

Then Tina's body simply went lax. Her legs seemed to slump. Renee, realizing 
that she probably couldn't take anymore for the moment, took her mouth away 
from the glowing clitoris and moved her head from between Tina's legs. She 
watched to make sure Tina was held safely in the water and then, with a 
gleeful look on her face, said to Larry, whose cock she was milking, "That's 
just fantastic, that feeling I'm getting from your cock. Can you get in the 
same position Tina was in?" 

Larry, an expert in the water, simply rolled his body into the floating 
position, and after a moment Renee was able to get her head between his 
legs. She was not interested in sucking his cock. Renee wanted to jerk him 
off. She loved the feeling. It was the first time she had ever done it just 
that way and it was new and exciting. 

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked one of his testicles 
into it, being gentle and tender as she began to suck and pull on it. 

Meanwhile, she raised her right arm out of the water somewhat awkwardly, 
taking a firm hold of his cock. Her eyes looking up from underneath it and 
began pounding as hard as she could, stroking it up and down, jacking him 
off as hard as it was possible for her to move. 

It was rather awkward for her because of the cock in her cunt, but she moved 
her forearm and wrist and hand gleefully, playing with the huge penis as it 
stuck up above her eyes like an awesome pole. Her mind tried to absorb the 
new sensual delight she was getting while at the same time taking full 
advantage of the sensual delight that was taking place in her cunt. 

Then she felt the final violent jerking and the great hot gobs of semen 
spurted up inwardly into her stomach. For a brief moment, while it lasted, 
she pushed back at the driving cock and then after another brief moment, 
when it was over, she felt the cock pull from her, felt it slip out of her 
slippery cunt easily, slowly, as if bidding a tearful goodbye. 

Her feet went down to the floor of the pool. Now she had leverage. Now she 
had a better angle on Larry's cock. She was standing up, virtually 
underneath him as he floated above her. She shoved her left hand against his 
buttocks, her arm in the position of carrying a tray over her shoulder. Her 
head was up between his legs, his testicle in her mouth, and her right arm 
was now much freer because of the slight change in position and could work 
much faster. She could feel the slight bucking movement in his hips and 
realized that from the size and hardness of his penis that he had to be 
close to orgasm. 

She squeezed as hard as she could, her hand just barely getting around the 
circumference of his shaft, and moved her hands up and down as quickly as 
was possible for her. She felt her arm getting tired but was determined to 
keep it going at the right speed and with enough consistency to make him 
have an orgasm. Then she felt it happen again. She felt him strain forward, 
pushing upward, almost as though pushing against the water. She felt the 
contractions begin. She felt the muscles and veins seem to pulse and then 
she felt the first surge of semen against the base of her fingers which were 
around the base of his turgid cock. This spurt seemed to ripple underneath 
her fingers and shot up into the air. Quickly, laughingly now, delighted 
that she had made it happen to Larry, she pulled her mouth away from his 
testicles and held his stirring prick upward toward the ceiling, trying to 
catch as many drops of semen as she could as it shot up into the air and 
then teetered over the edge of his cock to fall on her face. 

When it was over, Renee looked around for Tina and saw her at the end of the 
pool, her hands gripping the edge, her cunt directly in front of the water 
spurting out underneath the surface. She looked like an addict except for 
the fact that Bill was behind her. His penis slid into her cunt from behind 
and his arms around her shoulders, holding the edge of the pool also. They 
seemed to be holding still and indeed they were, letting the water do the 
massaging. 

Tina was farther into sexuality than she'd ever been in her life. She was in 
the same kind of mood that Renee often got into where the entire world was 
blotted out and the total focus was on her body. 

As she watched Tina and Bill, Renee felt Lance move alongside of her in the 
water. 

"You okay, Coach?" he said with a smile in his voice. 

"You better believe it," she said. 

"How about yourself, you gettin any?" 

He laughed and they laughed together. She reached down to feel his cock. It 
was semi-erect. She looked at him as she stroked it. 

"God Lance, I've discovered an amazing thing tonight. I love to jerk on a 
cock under water. Just hold still. I'll give you the greatest hand job you 
ever had." 

She said it jokingly, but he was already aware of the fact that that was 
what was happening to him. He put his hands up to her shoulders and stood in 
the water, just looking into her eyes. Her head was down somewhat but he 
could-see the look of intense concentration on her face as she reached out 
in front of her, her hand on his cock and obviously forcing her hand to go 
as fast as it could. It felt sensational. To Renee, it was almost like a new 
toy and she was aware that from this day on, it would be an obsession of 
hers. It was a special kind of fascination and she recognized it. His cock 
felt long, slippery and solid, and yet the skin slid back and forth so 
easily. 

With his entire cock rippling under her fingertips it was like a form of 
hypnotism to her. She only wanted to concentrate on what she was doing and 
she was becoming rapidly very good at it. 

Lance simply relaxed, recognizing the perfection of what was happening. He 
didn't want to move, he didn't want to change positions, and didn't want to 
do something different because what was happening to him was different. At 
one point he said, "Coach, you're something else, you're really and truly 
something else." 

Renee heard him, glanced up into his eyes, and smiled slightly. 

As Renee beat steadily on Lance's cock, now totally concentrated on the new 
experience, Ted and Ray splashed over beside them. There was a moment while 
they studied what was going on and then Ray said, "Damned, Lance, a hand 
job?" There was great concern in his voice. He was generally puzzled. "A 
fucking hand job? Why don't you stick your cock in her and fuck her?" 

"Just hush, old buddy," Lance said smilingly. "Just hush and line up. She'll 
do you at the same time probably and then you'll have the answer to your 
question." 

"A hand job," Ray exclaimed. He eased his body down to stand alongside 
Lance. There was disbelief on his face. 

Immediately Renee grabbed his cock. It felt so different from Lance's, being 
only semi-erect, whereas she now had Lance stone-hard and thrusting. She 
almost stopped what she was doing, amazed by the difference in texture. 
Still, Ray's cock was as exciting as Lance's, as she began to stroke it 
under water. 

She had Ray's cock in her left hand and could not move as fast. Still, Ray 
began to get the idea immediately. Renee spread her legs to get better 
leverage. She began to concentrate on the fantastic textures and forms she 
was feeling in her hand. It was so new, so fresh to her, that it was 
tremendously exciting. She could feel her own body becoming aroused. 

Then, suddenly, she felt a head moving between her legs under water, and a 
mouth gently move up to take her clitoris. She felt the first tug. It was 
almost like a fish nibbling, and then because the mouth only had a short 
time without breath, there was an urgency. The next pull was stronger and 
made Renee gasp with pleasure. She tried to move her hands as fast as she 
could now, realizing that the mouth on her clitoris would only be there a 
short while, and that the synchronization between her body and what she was 
doing with the two cocks would automatically be disrupted. She wanted to 
raise herself to the highest pitch she could while the opportunity existed. 
She wondered who it was that was sucking on her cunt. 

Lance, noticing the look on her face, said, "What's the matter, Coach?" 

She just murmured back to him, "Someone's sucking my cunt." 

Then, after no more than forty-five seconds, the mouth left her cunt. She 
felt the body slither between her legs and realized whoever it was was going 
to surface right in front of her face. And then, grinning broadly, Jim's 
handsome face emerged in front of hers, coming up between her two arms and 
between his two buddies. 

Ray and Lance pushed at him, horsing around. There were shouts about getting 
in on the action and get the hell out of here. Jim got his breath and then 
simply disappeared beneath the surface, moving his head back between Renee's 
legs. She was giggling now. It was all so silly and she was having fun with 
it. 

This time his mouth came at her clitoris from a different angle. Again she 
felt the first heavy tug as he searched hungrily for the clitoris and sucked 
it in. 

"Oh God!" she said. "Oh God, that's beautiful." 

"Sure is, Coach," Lance said. "Just move a little faster, please, I'm almost 
cumming." 

Renee had somehow forgotten, or at least was not paying attention to, the 
cocks in her hand. There was too much going on around her and she had slowed 
down slightly. Now she increased her tempo on Lance's organ, her right hand 
whipping back and forth up the length of his engorged shaft, feeling the 
lovely convulsions, the massive veins, and the total velvety quality that 
she loved and which was turning her on. 

"That's it, Coach, that's it." 

Renee felt her own body responding now even more. It was as though she was 
almost jerking herself off. Her clitoris felt like it was sticking out as 
far as the two cocks in her own hand. She began to move her pelvis back and 
forth as though she were fucking Jim's mouth. Since she couldn't see him, 
and couldn't see her lower body, but could only feel, the effect was 
actually of fucking and her mind simply grasped that concept and hung to it. 

Then the mouth left her clitoris. Jim propelled his body between her legs 
and surfaced behind her. Renee had not stopped moving her hands, but was 
concentrating on Lance, now realizing he was close to orgasm. Jim moved 
somewhat alongside of her and ran his hand down across her belly, fingering 
her clitoris. With his other hand he ran his fingers down into the crack of 
her anus, sliding into that opening slowly and easily and then finally going 
a little bit further into the large swollen, pouting lips of her excited 
cunt. He began finger fucking her from behind and rubbing her clitoris from 
the front as Renee suddenly realized that a magic formula had been found. 

Instantly her body responded to the titillation. Instantly she could 
visualize herself being fucked and fucking. She knew that this time the 
titillation would not stop because of lack of air. She turned her face 
toward Jim and began kissing him, trying to get all of the stimulation 
possible. She opened her mouth and took his long slender tongue deeply, as 
deeply as she could, and began sucking it, running her own tongue around and 
around over his, trying to imagine all of the sensual things possible for 
her in the quiet natatorium. 

For Lance it had been a study in distractions, with so many things 
happening, the most critical of which was that the rhythm of Renee's hand 
kept changing as she became more concentrated and then more distracted as 
Jim approached her in different ways. Thus it was 'that now, with the system 
seemingly completely synchronized and Renee's hand once again pounding at 
his cock in a reasonable tempo, that Lance began to cum. He had not really 
been thinking of cumming and did not really care if he came. He was more 
interested in the fun aspects of what they were doing. But he could see that 
what was happening was tremendously exciting to Renee and that became 
tremendously exciting to him. 

The orgasm came on him almost as if by surprise. He had felt the growing 
pressure in his testicles. He had even felt the tremors of an approaching 
orgasm, but had really thought nothing of it. And so, as a consequence, when 
his semen did start to flow, it seemed to burst upon him with a dimension of 
excitement that he was almost not ready to accommodate. He gritted his teeth 
as the first gob of semen shot through the shaft of his cock. 

"GODDAMMIT IT, COACH," he said. He was surprised. "GODDAMMIT IT, COACH, MOVE 
YOUR FUCKING HAND, MOVE IT FASTER, YOU ARE MAKING ME CUM. YES COACH, YES! 
FASTER, THAT'S RIGHT, THAT'S RIGHT, FASTER!" 

Renee responded. And as she did, of course, since his orgasm was already 
underway, Lance simply began to spew semen out into the pool water from 
underneath the surface. Renee could feel it spurting through his stiff 
pecker. She could feel it rippling past her fingertips. It was tremendously 
exciting to her. Her left hand became still on Ray's cock. She took her 
mouth away from kissing Jim to look at Lance. Renee wanted to experience his 
total orgasm. She watched him close his eyes and grit his teeth, and could 
feel his body buck. It seemed that it was the most violent orgasm she had 
ever seen him have. 

When it was over he looked up at her. "Coach, that was beautiful. Coach, 
you're the greatest." He had smiled at her then and she could see the 
affection and the caring on his face. She realized she had Ray's cock in her 
left hand and began to move it again. She realized also her own body was 
highly aroused. 

Jim, of course, had not stopped. His fingers were flying in and around her 
cunt. Renee looked at Ray, "Move over so I can get ahold of you with my 
right hand." 

Ray moved in front of Lance. Lance stepped backward and slumped against the 
edge of the pool, his elbows up on the tile edge, leaning back, relaxing and 
enjoying what he was watching. 

Now Renee started the rapid fire jerking action on Ray's cock. She was 
thinking of making him cum. What she was really thinking about was making 
herself cum at the same moment if she could. But it was difficult to tell 
since it was so dark in the natatorium and the water seemed to hide the 
action. 

"Give it to him, Coach," Lance said from the side of the pool. "Give him the 
same thing you just gave me. He'll love it." 

"She is! She is! She is!, " Ray said, half mockingly, half serious. His cock 
was swollen now and almost exploding. It stuck out from his belly hard and 
firm. Renee's hand, whipping back and forth on his shaft, was an erotic 
delight he had not experienced and he was having trouble controlling 
himself. He could have cum instantly, it seemed. Certainly now. With his 
cock stone-hard and wanting to thrust and his balls wanting to burst, he 
could have cum and he didn't want to cum. He wanted to savor the pleasure a 
little bit longer. And so he was fighting the battle of not pushing out any 
harder than he dared and still pushing out slightly in order to get the 
benefit of the action. He closed his eyes. 

As he stood there, wallowing in the sensuality that Renee was creating, Tina 
swam up. She was relaxed and playful, having just gone through a series of 
long, major, satisfying orgasms with the water jet, and now she was swimming 
around and relaxing. She made no noise, realizing that both Renee, Jim and 
Ray were concentrating on sex, and as a result she glided up to their 
actions silently, almost fish-like. She watched a moment, and then, in her 
playful mood, rolled herself over onto her back and, paddling backwards, 
maneuvered her cunt into position in front of Ray's mouth. 

She paddled a little bit more until her pubic hair simply went right up 
against his open mouth, which of course startled Ray and made him open his 
eyes. And then, because of the relaxed atmosphere and the fun they were 
having, he simply plunged his tongue into her gaping cunt as it hung there 
before him. 

As soon as the connection was made and he began to suck and feel and taste 
her juices, Tiny had an anchor, so to speak. Her body was no longer just 
floating. Because of that anchor she was able to maneuver her head so that 
her lips were opposite Renee's. 

Now Renee had attention on all ends. She happily and greedily kissed Tina. 
Tina put her arms on Renee, thereby balancing herself in the water securely, 
her body twisting at the waist so that her cunt pointed upright into Ray's 
mouth and her face, twisted to the right, could reach Renee's mouth. 

Orgasm was on Renee's mind almost immediately, especially when she felt one 
of Tina's hands on her breasts as they floated there in the water. With her 
own free hand she reached out to fondle Tina's body. But her main 
concentration was on the throbbing, stone-hard cock in her right hand, and 
what it was doing to her imagination. Renee felt open, totally open and 
accessible. She loved that feeling. She recognized it as a dimension of sex 
that was not always hers to enjoy, but which she had the capability of 
reaching and once she did, also had the capability of exploiting to the 
fullest. She imagined Ray's cock to be her cock. Her own clitoris felt 
enlarged and protruding and demanding, and suddenly, in the magic of her 
fantasy, the cock she was stroking with her right hand was her own and she 
was jerking herself off. 

She began to cum. Because her mouth was full, she couldn't speak, but she 
could moan and groan and she began to do that. It was clearly audible. 

Tina was turned on because of the sound, knowing or sensing what was 
happening to Renee, and loving it. 

It seemed that Jim increased his tempo on Renee's clitoris and his finger 
seemed to move in and out of her cunt from behind faster. 

Hearing Renee's moans, Ray himself, now very close to orgasm, began 
thrusting his pelvis back and forth in the warm water, trying to get as much 
as he could out of Renee's rapidly jerking hand on his stone-hard cock. 

Then Ray could stand no more. The torture was complete. He had to release. 
His body seemed to relax, and with that the explosion he had been holding 
off so long began to roar up through the long, tight channel of his cock. He 
began to yell into Tina's cunt. He was not trying to form words, but they 
sounded like low, animalistic moans, like long Ooooooohhhhhhh's. His body 
jerked spastically. There was so much going on sexually that he, like almost 
all the rest of them in the group, were transcended beyond normal degrees of 
sexuality. The semen seemed to pound out into the water, as though 
pile-driven. 

Renee could feel it under her fingers. She thought of it as her own semen, 
her own orgasm. She felt her belly and vagina turn to the wonderful 
cinder-like warmth that she had grown to recognize. Cum after cum rippled 
through her system. She was undemanding of her body, totally relaxed and 
open. And because of that openness she had the feeling that her body 
recognized that freedom and was pouring out its sexual energy as rapidly and 
happily as it could. 

She almost fainted in the water as she sucked Tina's tongue and felt Jim's 
hands fucking her cunt and rolling back and forth over her now throbbing and 
demanding clitoris. She bucked her pelvis, jerking wildly on Ray's cock. It 
was magnificent for her. She simply came and came and wished she could taste 
the semen that was seemingly coming out of her own cock. She imagined, from 
what she felt with her fingers, that there were great giant gobs of it. She 
wanted it to splash down her throat, wanted it hitting her womb and her 
cervix, wanted it to be all over her, inside, outside, every place. 

When her series of orgasms had passed, Renee simply spun her body, throwing 
herself into Jim's strong arms for support. She felt weak, almost as though 
she might faint, feeling that she needed to be held up. 

"Oh God, Jim! Oh God! Just hold me," she said. "That was so magnificent. I 
have to rest a moment." Her mouth, her chin, went against his neck. She 
buried her head there, relaxing, sagging. He simply held her, holding her as 
though trying to comfort and warm her. She felt his strong, muscular body. 
It felt good. She felt secure, totally-free, and knew that it would only 
take a moment for her to recover. 

In the background she could hear Tina moaning softly as Ray continued to 
suck her cunt. Ray's hands were now underneath Tina's body, holding her 
there in the water, his tongue moving in and out of her vaginal opening as 
though he were eating dessert. 

And Tina, though she had arrived at the little group pretty much spent from 
having so many orgasms with the driving water jet, was now responding to his 
tongue. 

Larry, now holding Tina's shoulders so she didn't have to move her arms for 
support in the water, began kissing her, smothering her moans somewhat with 
his tongue and fondling her breasts simultaneously. 

Renee could hear this. It was a soothing, peaceful, free sound. She smiled 
to herself at how close she felt to all these people. She had never been 
involved in a group like this before. She'd never had such cronies before 
and found it comforting and secure. The harmony in the group seemed to Renee 
to be complete. She hung on Jim's chest, almost totally involved now with 
what was happening to Tina behind her. Then she heard Tina have a definite, 
strong orgasm. She smiled to herself. It was beautiful. She had never known 
such freedom. 

When Tina was through gushing they relaxed at the edge of the pool, leaning 
back in the water, their elbows or hands on the railing, talking excitedly, 
enjoying each other. Finally, because of all the nude bodies around her, 
Renee began to think of cocks again. 

"Tina," she said. "Tina, so help me, I've made a major discovery for myself 
and I want to show you. You want to try something?" 

"Sure," Tina said. "Why not. What's going on?" "Cocks is what's going on," 
Renee said, laughing. "Cocks. And we're surrounded by them. But let me show 
you something. Jim, come here, will you please." 

Jim was only a step away. "Sure, what do you want?" he said. "Anything you 
say, Coach," he was teasing her as he moved toward her. 

"Now Jim, just stand there with your back to me. Tina, I want you to see 
this." Renee moved in back of Jim, her crotch next to his butt. "Now you 
have to use your imagination, but here's what you do. First, you imagine 
that you've got a cock. Your clitoris feels like a cock, doesn't it? 
Especially when it's aroused." 

"Yeah, yeah," Tina said. 

"Alright, then you get in back of one of these guys and imagine that you've 
got a cock. Now, you're going to shove that cock right up his ass, just like 
I'm doing with my cock to Jim. Okay? And that's all imagination. But what 
completes the picture is you reach around in front of him and take ahold of 
his cock. Now, if your imagination is strong enough, you are actually 
pulling on your own cock, aren't you? Imagine it going clear through him, 
and you've got it coming out the pother side and got it in your hand. Now 
start to jerk it off, just like you were jerking yourself off. In fact 
that's what you're doing. If you push your clitoris hard enough into his 
buttocks you can rub it against something there and the feeling will be the 
same. How does that feel, Jim?" 

Renee was already jerking on Jim's cock. "Hey, it feels great." 

Renee had her left arm around Jim's belly part way, but had to lean forward 
and to the right slightly in order to get her right hand around on his cock. 
She was pulling with her left hand so that her pelvis could be pushed as 
hard as possible up against his buttocks, but her main action was a rapid, 
dynamic stroking of his cock as though trying to give him an instant orgasm. 

Jim was not erect. There was some blood in his penis and he was about 
semi-erect. Because of Renee's enthusiasm, he smiled and said, "Hey Coach, 
slow down a little bit, let me catch up with you." 

Slightly embarrassed at her over-reaction, Renee raised her eyes toward the 
ceiling in mock disgust and slowed down. 

"Sorry fellow," she said. 

Almost instantly the magic of her discovery, however, began to react on 
Renee. There was something incredible about the soothing warmth of the water 
and the way bodies felt under it that worked like magic on her. She did not 
identify it as a water fetish, but that is in fact what it was. 

As Jim's cock began to grow in her hands, her excitement simply leaped 
forward far beyond any normal degree she might have excepted. 

After watching for only a moment, Tina grabbed Ted. "Can you get it up?" she 
asked. 

"I think so," was all he said as he turned his body to put his buttocks 
against her belly. 

She slipped quickly into the same position Renee was in, reaching around to 
grab Ted's cock in the same manner. She almost closed her eyes. Her head was 
down and she wasn't really pushing her body against Ted's buttocks. Finally 
he said, "She said to push your pelvis against my buttocks, dummy, now do 
it," he was kiddingly reminding her. 

Remembering instantly, Tina adjusted her body. 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," she said. "Oh, that feels better." 

"Remember," Renee said. "Use your imagination. That's your cock you've got 
in your hand. Doesn't your clitoris feel like a cock already?" 

Though she did not have the water fetish working for her that Renee did, 
Tina could feel the excitement. She loved the girth and the strength in 
Ted's body and she pressed her breasts and her pelvis against it lovingly. 

When she was into it enough she said to Ted, "You know something, I'm going 
to fuck your brains out. I can just feel it right now." 

The crowd laughed. 

Jim was now almost fully erect and because of that Renee's hand could feel 
the girth and the power of it. 

"Can I go faster now," she said. 

"Yeah, a little faster." 

Renee's hand began to move again, faster. Her right hand began a drumbeat 
staccato-kind of rhythm as she jacked him off. Her mind slipped from 
reality, or at least total reality, and into the lovely sexual dimension 
that she so enjoyed. Her body again seemed to be opening up. She 
concentrated totally on her own penis. It seemed to be sticking out a foot 
and a half, two feet. She just had the end of it. It felt super. It felt 
great. 

At one point she stopped beating on his cock and quickly moved both of her 
hands around to where she spread his ass cheeks. It felt to her like her 
clitoris slid inside of him. Quickly she moved her hands back, her left hand 
on his hip, pulling his body toward her, her right hand pumping almost 
violently now on the large, thick, burgeoning shaft sticking out in front of 
Jim. 

Tina made a sound, a sound of passion, and Renee heard it. Her mind came 
back, almost teetering, to the reality of where they were in this lovely 
pool. Tina was there. Everyone was there. 

"I'm jerking myself off now, Tina. I've got a two foot cock and I've got the 
end of it in my hands and it feels fantastic. Can you feel your cock?" 

Renee's passion was garbling the logic of reality, but everybody knew what 
she meant. 

"I'm beginning to," Tina said. There was no way she could know that her 
feelings were different from Renee's, and it made no difference actually. 

Tina was now enjoying the rapid swelling Of Ted's cock. Her own psyche was 
such that she was actually enjoying the girth and power she could feel in 
his body as much as she was his cock. But it made no difference. She was 
stroking with a steady beat, not too fast, not too slow, trying to stroke 
the entire length of his cock, and on the out-stroke trying to gently 
stimulate the swollen throbbing knob. 

"Is that fast enough?" Tina said. 

"Perfect, perfect, just perfect. I'll let you know when I want you to go 
faster." 

Ted thrust his pelvis forward, letting her know the feeling he was enjoying. 

They stayed like this for several minutes, two separate sexual entities, two 
men and two women, isolated from each other and yet somehow joined in 
spirit. 

And then, Bill, who had been resting alongside the edge of the pool, letting 
his energy return after having fucked Tina at the end of the pool earlier 
and having cum inside of her wet, gaping cunt, began to feel his cock jump 
again at the erotic panorama taking place in front of him. He moved behind 
Renee. 

Renee, because of the openness she felt in her own body, only welcomed him. 
He fingered her anus for a while with his right hand, while with his left he 
gently stroked his cock, trying to get it to full hardness. Her anus felt 
lovely. It felt slippery, squeaky, as though it had just been completely 
washed and had no lubrication. He didn't think he could get his finger 
inside. Still, he could feel the tight puckering mouth of her anus and he 
began to slowly move his fingertip around the surface. It felt good. He 
wanted to relax the sphincter muscles. 

A soft groan escaped Renee's throat as she felt the added stimulation. A 
cloud of doubt whirled up in her mind. She had never been fucked up the ass. 
Nothing had ever penetrated her anal canal. The thought frightened her 
somewhat. But in her state of arousal the fright was not as all-inclusive as 
it would have been under other circumstances. She tried to relax, not really 
thinking that he would penetrate her, thinking only that if she could relax 
she could give more of herself to him and enjoy it more. 

Bill slipped his fingers down to her vagina, knowing it was wet, hoping to 
get some of the lubrication on his fingers. He could feel it once his 
fingers penetrated her swollen vaginal lips. The natural lubrication seemed 
to engulf his finger, and quickly he tried to transfer it to her ass-hole. 
He was partially successful, but the water seemed to dilute everything and 
he realized that it probably wouldn't work. His left hand, however, was 
holding a now almost stone-hard cock and it was demanding. It wanted to be 
pushed into something. He waited, trying to get her anus to relax. 

Seeing this, watching it in the soft blue light from the brick windows, 
Lance got more and more involved. His orgasm had been complete only a few 
minutes before, but his soul was connected with the group, with the fun they 
were having, and he moved behind Tina more to arouse her than to get 
involved himself. His cock was soft, his mood mellow, and he put his arms 
around her and began to fondle her breasts, forcing his fingers between them 
and Ted's back. 

Tina's buttocks clinched as she pushed her imaginary penis into Ted's body. 
Lance dropped his right hand down to her buttocks. 

"Relax a minute," he said into her ear. 

Instantly Tina's buttocks relaxed. When they did, Ted slipped his finger 
into her anus. Tina was an accomplished expert at anal intercourse, and as a 
result the muscles around her anal opening were much more relaxed and 
receptive to intrusion. The water was enough lubricant and Lance simply 
slipped the first two joints of his index finger on his right hand up into 
her anus. 

"Okay, go ahead, fuck him some more," he whispered into her ear. 

A soft, sensual groan of ecstasy came from her lips at the new stimulation. 
Tina began again to fuck Ted's rear with her imaginary penis. 

Ted reached back with both hands and spread his buttocks. When he did, Tina 
felt the newfound intimacy as though her imaginary cock had slipped further 
up inside of him. 

"OH YES," she said. "OH YES, I FEEL IT NOW, RENEE." She almost yelled it, 
because she had felt a new sensation. Her right hand began to pound harder 
on Ted's cock. 

The sound of Tina's passion penetrated Bill's mind like a flaming arrow. His 
cock, now stone-hard in his left hand and demanding, was simply waiting. Was 
Renee's anus ready or not? He didn't know. He thought that it was, he 
thought he could force entry. Quickly he adjusted his body and felt the tip 
of his stone-hard spear push against the entrance to her anal opening. He 
held still for a moment, not wanting to hurt her, but consumed with the 
desire to insert his penis into something sexual. 

At the feeling of girth against her anus, Renee partially froze. 
Instinctively she knew it wouldn't go inside of her. Instinctively she knew 
she couldn't accept it. She said nothing. 

Bill felt her tension. He did not move. Then, gently, he whispered into her 
ear. "Renee, make him cum, make yourself cum. Jack that cock off." 

The almost guttural animalistic tone of his voice shot into Renee's 
consciousness. She loved it, it was exciting, she wanted to be just like 
that-carried away, open, free. She began to pound relentlessly again on the 
cock in her hand. As her concentration changed from her own fear to her own 
passion, Bill felt the literal relaxation of her body. 

And when he felt it, he shoved his cock forward. It was not a violent shove, 
but positive and firm enough to effect penetration. 

Before she knew it, before she could do anything about it, Renee had a cock 
up her ass. Bill felt the knob slip by her sphincter muscle and the instant 
he felt it he stopped, knowing that basically all that was required was to 
give Renee enough time to adjust to the newfound penetration of her anus. 

"MAKE HIM CUM. JACK HIM OFF," Bill said into her ear. 

Renee, now frantic with passion, began to try to do just that, increasing 
her tempo. 

Bill felt the relaxation again. This time he inserted again. Suddenly he was 
all the way inside of Renee's ass. The feeling was unbelievable to the young 
teacher. 

"My God!" she said. "Oh My God! He's fucking my ass and I love it." She said 
it to no one. She was really talking to herself, but everyone heard it. The 
passion in her voice was obvious. Everyone reacted. Everyone's passion 
increased. 

Tina began to cum. It was unbelievable to her that she could detonate so 
quickly. But the first ripple of orgasm shot through her body. She mellowed, 
softened, opened her body. Things were happening. She began to yell softly. 
And yet it was loud. It was guttural, animalistic. No one, no one at all, 
would mistake what was happening to Tina. 

The effect on Lance was cataclysmic. His cock seemed to shoot into erection. 
Within seconds he was ready to enter her. He had done it many times before. 
He simply reached down and spread her ass cheeks, shoving the tip of his 
cock against her anal opening and pushing it in. She welcomed it. There was 
no resistance. Tina was totally ready for a cock in any orifice. She was 
more sophisticated than Renee in that respect, although certainly not in 
enthusiasm. 

Renee possibly was the one most affected. She was now out of control, 
almost. Her face, her mouth, were pressed against Jim's back. Her lips 
splayed out as she forced her face against his shoulder blades. Her total 
image was complete. She felt her own cock in her right hand as she began to 
vocalize what was happening to her. It was hard to understand as she said it 
into his shoulder blades, but it was very clear to her. 

"AAAAGGGHH," she said. "OOOHHHHH, I AM JACKING MYSELF OFF. I AM NOW CUMMING. 
OH YES, I AM. I AM CUMMIMG. I AM CUUUUUUMMMMMMING." The words were long, 
drawn out and animalistic. They seemed to rub an erotic brush across 
everyone's psyche in the group and it was hard to define who came first. 

Suddenly Jim was ejaculating into the water from the pounding Renee's hand 
was giving him. 

Suddenly Bill was cumming in Renee's ass, and she felt the burning semen. 

Lance and Tina-everybody was shooting suddenly. The water seemed to splash 
harder. The room reverberated with sound. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

They had gotten out of the pool then to rest briefly in the bleachers. Very 
shortly, as their laughter and by-play continued, they had realized that as 
a group they were simply famished. Food was the answer. Exuberance held them 
in its grip. They put on their clothes and then went outside, piling into a 
single car and proceeding to a drive-in for hamburgers and a malt. 

Renee was aware that they were almost hysterical in the car as they horsed 
around verbally, kidding each other, generally having fun. She realized that 
though it was near hysteria, it was indeed fun, and in fact it was something 
she missed. Her life had been far too serious of late. The younger people 
were accepting her and she was able to become one of them at least 
temporarily. Her role as coach and teacher was way in the background, 
although at moments she sensed a sort of unspoken respect on their part. 

The addition of eight hamburgers and eight malteds seemed to literally pack 
the car and add to their exuberance. Somehow they maneuvered themselves to 
eat and be comfortable. Renee had forgotten how much fun such antics were. 
Tina was sitting on Ted's knees, her own knees pointed directly at Renee, 
who sat beside them in the backseat. Tina's knees were apart, her crotch 
open to Renee, and finally the temptation overcame her and Renee somehow 
freed one hand and gently slipped two fingers up into Tina's cunt. 

It wasn't particularly sexual but it was highly sensual. She moved her 
fingers back and forth slowly. Tina said she loved it as she munched on her 
hamburger. They began to talk about what Renee was doing. They laughed. It 
made no difference. Renee was mostly hungry. She was wolfing down her own 
hamburger, clutching it desperately with one hand while her other hand moved 
slowly in and out of Tina's lubricated cunt. 

Ted, seeing this, slid the fingers of his left hand into Renee's crotch, 
slipping them gently into her also dripping cunt and they sat there, soft 
passion caressing their psyches, their mood light and close. 

Finally they finished eating, and since it was so late, it was decided that 
Tina would sleep with Renee rather than drive her all the way back to her 
school. Because of the lightness of the moment, Renee did not pick up on the 
fact that it was Tina who was the instigator of the idea. She simply went 
along with it, welcoming Tina, wanting her to stay with her, and thought 
nothing of it. 

Sometime in the middle of the night, Renee awoke to find herself 
blindfolded. Tina was holding her in her arms as they lay beside each other 
naked in the bed. Except for the blindfold, it was virtually the way they 
had fallen asleep after having a couple of orgasms through the sixty-nine 
position. They had wanted to continue but were simply exhausted. They had 
laughed about it and had fallen asleep, their sexually spent bodies pushing 
against each other, their arms around each other. 

Renee did not initially realize she was blindfolded because of the room's 
darkness. It took her several moments to realize it, during which she became 
aware of the fact that Tina was lying on her left arm so she couldn't move 
it and that somehow Tina had her arm around her neck and was holding her 
right hand at the wrist so she couldn't move that either. 

It was only when she became aware of her lack of movement that she became 
startled. Then, before she could move, she realized that her clitoris was 
being sucked on. 

"Tina," she said sharply. 

Instantly Tina whispered into her ear. 

"Yes, I'm here. Relax, its alright." 

Her statement made no sense to Renee and yet whoever was sucking on her cunt 
had been doing so for several moments and passion had already started to 
build in Renee's stomach. 

Quickly she realized that it was a prank of the group. Somehow the boys had 
been let in and they were just horsing around. She relaxed. The tongue 
continued to whirl on her clitoris. Then she felt a hand from alongside the 
bed reach down and take her right hand. She felt Tina's hand release its 
grip and her own hand pulled up until it was placed on a cock. 

The cock was hard and almost instantly she realized it was not the cock of 
one of the boys. Somewhere in the back of her memory bank she remembered the 
cock. It seemed to curl upward, much more severely in its hardness, as 
though being bent backward by the tension within itself. It felt great but 
the fact that she knew it was not one of the boys caused her to panic 
slightly. She tried to raise up but Tina was too heavy. 

Was she dreaming? Could this be a nightmare? Could this be a wild Freudian 
type thing happening to her. Then she brought herself back to reality. Of 
course it couldn't. She was thinking about it. She was aware of it. There 
was nothing dream-like about it. It was harsh reality. The cock in her right 
hand was actually throbbing. It was pulsating. She could feel the veins 
running up and down its length, disgorged from the blood pounding through 
them. 

Her hand began automatically to stroke the cock. The hand holding her hand 
on the cock released its grip. Now she could move her hand away but she 
didn't want to. Passion was flooding her cunt. 

Renee began to move her hips. 

"Oh Tina", she said. "I don't know what this is but I like it. Should I be 
scared?" 

"No, don't be scared. Its alright," Tina whispered. 

Her own hands were caressing Renee's supple breasts. Then Renee began to 
hear ever-so-faintly a tiny whimpering sound from her crotch. She couldn't 
quite make it out. It sounded like mewling or perhaps sobbing. It sounded 
ecstatic, but most importantly, it sounded feminine. 

She accepted the fact that she could be mistaken about the cock in her hand, 
but there was no mistaking now the fact that a female was eating her pussy. 

"Tina, who? Who is that?" she said. "Never mind," Tina said. "You're not 
supposed to know." 

"Just be quiet." 

The whimpering continued and so did the whirling tongue, and with it Renee's 
passion continued its spiral upward. She realized her hand was moving faster 
on the cock. She wished she could see. Renee wondered who it was. Who did 
that crooked cock belong to? She knew it should be familiar to her, but she 
couldn't think of who it was. 

Passion now had built to the point where Renee could not keep quiet. 

"OH," she said. "OH, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL. OH, YES. WHOEVER YOU ARE, KEEP DOING 
THAT. DO IT FASTER, OH, AAAAAHHHHH, I'M GOING TO CUM IN A MOMENT." 

She paused, then turned her head toward where she knew Tina's head was and 
whispered. 

"Honestly, I don't know how it's possible. I've cum so many times today, but 
I'm going to cum." 

She drew out the last word, letting it ooze from her throat in a soft 
guttural moan. 

"Yes," Tina said. "Yes, of course you are. Go ahead and cum. It will be good 
for you, enjoy it." 

"AAAHHH, AAAAHHHH, AAAAAHHHHH," Renee said. 

The tongue was expert. She felt gentle fingers slide into her cuntal opening 
beneath the tongue but it persisted. Then she felt the lips soften and suck 
her clitoris up into the mouth. It was soft, wet, warm and ever so tender. 
Her passion simply flew now. 

"OH, YES, YOU MUST PULL HARDER, HARDER," she said. 

The room was silent except for the sound of her hand slapping back and forth 
against the male body as she pounded, now quite rapidly, on the long curving 
cock. Then, just as she realized she was about to orgasm, Renee distinctly 
felt the cock begin to ejaculate. She was familiar with the feeling as the 
semen rippled underneath her fingertips up through the shaft of the cock and 
the convulsions occurred. She knew she had jacked the cock off. 

There was no sound and then Renee felt the drops of semen begin to splatter 
on her face. She opened her mouth instinctively, wanting the taste, and when 
that happened her own orgasm lumbered out of the depth of her exhausted body 
and rippled across in a great multi-colored crescendo of passion. 

Her tongue formed the letters as semen splattered against it. It sounded wet 
and sexy. 

"AAAAHHHH, YES, YES, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, OHHHH, AAAAHHHH, YESSSSS, 
YES." 

It was massive. It was all inclusive. It was gigantic. 

Renee virtually passed out from the force of the sudden orgasm she had had. 
Her hand dropped from the cock. Her body went slack. Almost immediately she 
was asleep. It had been a long day. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Renee was almost smothering when she awoke. Tina's cuntal lips were 
virtually engulfing her nose and mouth. At first she did not know what was 
happening and it frightened her. Then quickly she tasted the vaginal 
lubrication and felt the bristly pubic hairs against her lips and cheeks. 

Tina had her clitoris halfway down her throat, sucking on it lovingly, 
slowly, trying to wake her up in the sexiest way she could. 

Again Renee noticed the lustful burning cinder that was her stomach. It was 
incredible how the new found freedom she had had with the group had released 
her to a world of sexual pleasures. Her body seemed insatiable. She lay 
there, her bladder full. Ordinarily she would have jumped out of bed and 
gone to the bathroom, but now she simply wanted to lie there and relax and 
cum. 

She drove her tongue into Tina's cunt to let her know she was awake. She put 
her arms around Tina's rump and let her fingers idly begin to caress 

Tina's anal opening. It was dry. Renee slid her fingers down to Tina's cunt 
and got some lubrication, then rubbed it into the anal opening only inches 
from her nose. 

She had felt her own anus many times, but it was the only one she had 
noticed, and as a result she couldn't believe that an anus could be as 
relaxed and inviting as the one she now slid her fingers into. 

In a gulp of passion she took Tina's long, bloated clitoris deeply into her 
mouth and began to suck. She heard Tina moan at the new feeling. They lay in 
that position until both had an orgasm, and then Tina broke off the 
sixty-nine position because Tina was aware of what time it was. She knew 
they had to hurry for Renee to get to school on time. 

The note was on her desk waiting for her when she got to school. She did not 
recognize the handwriting on the envelope and ripped it open, wondering what 
it was all about. It was on Jack Mandero's stationery, but it was 
handwritten. It said simply, "Renee, your afternoon class has been cancelled 
for obvious reasons. I expect you to be in my office immediately after 
lunch." He had signed it simply-Mandero. 

For some reason the coldness of the note and the unexpectedness of it made 
her stomach tighten. There was something different about this message, 
something that seemed to transcend the rapport she felt she had with Jack 
Mandero. She had felt secure in her teaching position ever since the 
afternoon she had fucked Jack, realizing that since he was in the position 
he was, and since he was married, he could stand no publicity about his 
behavior and also realizing that if need be she could do it again. 

It had indeed been fun and so she almost looked forward to that part of it 
if it ever did occur again, but this letter seemed different, especially the 
phrase "for obvious reasons." She wondered what that meant. Certainly 
nothing she had done with the gang since fucking Mandero was any worse than 
what she had done before, so he couldn't possibly have any new information 
that would be detrimental to her image, and yet, just yet, maybe there was 
something. Maybe he had something special if he knew about the previous 
night. 

Her mind raced over the details. Could he object to their using the pool for 
sex? Possibly. Maybe someone had seen them and recognized her having sex or 
a form of sex at the hamburger stand, and then there was that mysterious 
circumstance of the previous night. The blindfold bothered her. She had not 
had time to really analyze the situation since she had fallen instantly 
asleep and then had awakened in such a hurry and had been on such a race 
track since then that her mind had simply not focused on the situation. 

She sat back thinking of it now. She remembered the cock and the orgasm. She 
knew it was a female or, if it were a male, it would have to be a male with 
a high falsetto voice. 

It occurred to her that maybe the room wasn't dark. She had thought of it as 
being black in the bedroom simply because she couldn't see, but now she 
realized that the lights could have been on, or at least a dim light. She 
could not remember seeing any light seeping in around the blindfold but yet 
it was possible. Maybe pictures had been taken. Her imagination was running 
wild and she sat up quickly, realizing that she was exaggerating the 
situation. Yet the phrase hung in her mind. She re-read the letter again. 
What could "obvious reasons" be? 

She sank back in her chair. If only Tina were there to talk with her, but 
Tina had left. She was alone in the quiet room. Finally she heard the bell 
sound and realized she was due in her classroom in only a few moments. She 
quickly organized herself, got up, and walked down the hallway. 

It would be several hours before she was due to report to Jack Mandero's 
office. She taught the first class automatically, her mind seemingly 
distracted. Renee spent the time in between simply sitting quietly in her 
office, trying to think through the dilemma in her mind. She couldn't really 
see anything that complicated or dangerous and yet there was something 
foreboding and menacing about the letter and the upcoming meeting. 

When the bell rang she quickly got up, went back, and taught her next class, 
and then, because of her nervousness, simply went over to the natatorium, 
which she knew would be vacant, and swam for the entire lunch hour, trying 
to relax herself, to prepare for the meeting. She had gotten out of the pool 
and cleansed herself, fixing her hair by the time she was due to go to the 
office. 

She walked slowly, now somewhat more relaxed, across the campus toward the 
main building. As she walked she was aware that her heart was pounding. 

Why? she kept asking herself. 

Why? How could this be any different. 

She simply had no answer. She walked into the building and up the stairs 
toward Jack Mandero's office. 

She did not notice the unusual look on Secretary Tutweiler's face, but she 
was aware of the fact that she was ushered immediately to the door without 
waiting. 

She became aware for the first time of Tutweiler as a person, noticing that 
she had an especially heavy, sensual mouth. She seemed about thirty-two. Her 
hips were slightly wide and she had an encouragingly voluptuous figure. 

Tutweiler pushed the door open without knocking. The room was empty, much to 
Renee's surprise, and she turned to look at the secretary for an answer and 
noticed that Tutweiler had simply closed the door and was standing inside 
waiting. 

Renee's suspicions were confirmed. She spun around to look at the room, 
again thinking maybe somebody was in there that she hadn't seen. Soft 
sunlight filtered through the windows. Somewhere music was filtering through 
the room, a softly quiet melodious symphony, gentle background music. 

She turned back to the secretary. Tutweiler was smiling, but she did not 
move. 

Renee heard a door open and turned toward the sound. 

Jack Mandero walked into the room. He was naked and his cock was rigid. 
Suddenly Renee remembered where the curved cock came from. It was curved 
upward, almost touching his belly. 

He walked directly toward her. 

"Renee, welcome," Jack said, a smile on his face as though he were expecting 
her. 

"Welcome," she said. "Welcome? You've got to be kidding. What's going on 
here?" 

Her mind was a blur of confusion. Tutweiler was in the room. Mandero was not 
only naked but fully erect, totally unembarrassed in front of his secretary. 

A piece of the puzzle fell into place, but it was only a piece and the other 
pieces still were scattered around in Renee's mind. 

"I'm not going to fire you today, Renee," Jack said. 

"I can see that," Renee said coldly. 

"You're not going to fire me ever." 

There was a threat in her voice and it came largely from her anger. She 
didn't like what was happening. The assumption on Jack's part that she would 
be ready to fuck again burned through her mind. Maybe he had a lesson 
coming. 

"Don't be frightened," Jack said. 

He sounded reassuring. 

"And please don't be angry. I want you to sit down over here." 

He reached out, took her hand and dumbly, almost in a state of shock, Renee 
simply walked to where he was pulling her and sat down in the chair. She was 
facing his desk. He walked around the desk, his cock bobbing in front of 
him, its rigidity holding it up toward his belly. But the movement of his 
walk caused it to bob downward and then upward, almost hitting his belly on 
the upward bounce, and Renee thought the sight looked funny. 

She sat there watching him as he sat down calmly in his chair, leaned back, 
and began to stroke his cock. He was smiling at her. 

How weird, Renee thought. How absolutely weird. Tutweiler was still standing 
by the door. There was a surprising calmness now in Renee. 

Somehow this didn't seem dangerous or threatening. Somehow she identified 
completely the world of sex with the world of safety, but what the hell was 
going on? She decided to keep her mouth shut for the moment. 

Jack looked toward the door he had just come in, and when he looked, Tina 
walked into the room. 

"Tina," came from Renee, in surprise. "Hi, Renee," Tina said. 

She was naked. She walked to the desk. It was as if Renee were watching a 
stage play. Tina seemed rehearsed. The desk was bare. Tina simply got on the 
desk and stretched out on her back, her knees up in the air, her crotch 
open. She said nothing more. 

Then, before anything else could happen, Renee was aware of another figure 
coming through the door. She looked up directly into the eyes of Jack 

Mandero's wife, who was also naked. She walked directly toward the desk, but 
as she did she looked at Renee. 

"My name is Kitty, Renee. We've met, but I'm not sure you remember, at a few 
parties on campus, you know?" 

Renee did remember, but had not remembered Kitty's name. 

"Kitty, oh yes." 

Renee's voice was vague, somewhat confused. The drama unfolding before her 
made no sense except for Tina's open crotch. 

Without ceremony Kitty walked directly to the desk and leaned forward, her 
head coming down into Tina's crotch. She began to work her tongue around. 
Renee stood up. 

"Wait a minute," she said. "What's going on?" 

The room was silent. 

"I'm leaving," Renee said, and she turned to go toward the door, then 
stopped in her tracks, absolutely astonished at the site of the naked 
Tutweiler standing in the same position she had been in only moments before 
fully clothed. 

As Renee stared at Tutweiler, she heard ever so faintly the soft mewling 
sounds she remembered from the night before. It froze her. Somehow the 
combination of the crooked cock and the mewling sounds had meaning she 
didn't understand. She stood there staring at Tutweiler. 

Then, as if trying to add a bizarre note, Tutweiler said sweetly to Renee. 

"My name is Flo." 

It registered in Renee's mind, but she couldn't speak. She was listening to 
the mewling sounds. Her back was to the room. She thought she heard movement 
but didn't turn around. Her mind focused intently on the elusive but 
definite sound she had heard the night before. She watched Tutweiler in 
amazement as the tall woman spread her legs and began to finger her crotch. 

Tutweiler leaned back against the door and pushed her crotch outward, her 
fingers moving slowly and sensuously back and forth over her clitoral area. 

Renee couldn't believe her eyes. It was sensuous. It was exciting. She was 
aware of a sudden moisture in her own crotch, but more importantly there was 
the puzzle to unravel. 

She seemed to be staring at Tutweiler but her mind was in another part of 
the room. The sound continued. Finally Renee spun around and started to walk 
toward the desk to get closer to where the sound was coming from, and as she 
spun around she realized that the room was full of her gang. 

While her back had been turned, the six guys had simply come into the room 
and were all spread around now standing, sitting, all with smiles on their 
faces, and when she saw the smiles suddenly a wave of relief swept over 
Renee. 

These were her friends. Suddenly they added a dimension that was different 
than the dimension Jack Mandero and his wife had added, and Tutweiler, too, 
for that matter. These were relative strangers to her except for the 
intimacy she had shared with Mandero several days before. 

She had not associated Tina in this brief drama she had been watching as a 
friend, but now the boys simply filled out the dimensions of everything and 
she relaxed. 

She shook her head. 

"You all want to know something," she said. 

There was humor in her voice now. 

"You all want to know something. I simply do not believe what I'm seeing. 
Can you get that through your heads. I do not believe this." 

She sat down in the chair. Lance moved over and squatted down in front of 
her, taking her hands in his and looking into her eyes. There was humor and 
devilry written all over his face. She loved his face and felt comfortable 
with Lance. She recognized that as tough as he was, he was soft inside and 
caring. She looked at him lovingly. 

"Coach," he said. His voice was low, almost with emotion. 

, "Hey Coach, be cool. This is an okay situation." 

She believed him but didn't completely understand, and so she said. 

"Why don't you explain it to me so I can enjoy it." 

He laughed out loud. 

"You got a point, Coach. Well, I'll tell ya. You see what's happened here 
and what's been happening all week is that you've kind of been set up." 

"Set up," she mimicked. 

"Yeah, I guess that's the word. Set up. All of us you see set you up." 

"Lance, would you mind explaining what you're talking about." 

She kind of knew in her own mind. She was beginning to piece everything 
together but wanted it spelled out for her. Her crotch was beginning to 
seethe with passion. 

Lance glanced toward Kitty. 

"You see Kitty there. Remember last night? Well, little Kitty here has had a 
passion for you ever since you came to this school, and we had planned to 
have you come here today but Kitty couldn't wait. So last night we took 
advantage of you and Kitty got to suck you off. She claims, and I don't 
doubt her, that it was one of the high spots of her sexual life. Regardless, 
that was Kitty in your crotch last night." 

It was like a giant hammer of logic had settled into Renee's life. When she 
had heard the whimpering sound earlier, she had of course suspected, and now 
it was out in the open. She laughed out loud. 

"I still don't get the whole picture, Lance." 

Jack Mandero, hearing this, stood up and walked around the desk, his curved 
cock bobbing obscenely from his belly. He walked directly up to her, 
alongside of her chair, next to her right arm. 

"Renee, close your eyes and reach up and take ahold of my cock," he said. 

Renee did that, and the instant she felt his cock, she realized she was 
feeling it from the same angle she had felt it in the middle of the night 
before. She looked up at him and smiled. 

"Okay, I get that picture, but I need more of an explanation." 

Jack knelt down, his face directly opposite hers. 

In the background, Kitty's mewling could still be heard. She had not stopped 
eating out Tina, and now Tina's soft moans were joining in the sound. 

Renee smiled to herself. The sounds seemed to harmonize with the background 
symphony. 

"This is an all male school, right?" Jack said. 

"Well, because it is and because we're not homosexuals, it's also adult 
school sexually. There isn't a hell of a lot swingers can do here." 

"Swingers," Renee said. 

"Yeah, swingers, we're all swingers." 

"Now let me tell you quickly how this got going. See, Kitty and I have been 
swingers ever since we were married, and so when I got this job I found 
Tutweiler here, Flo, to be my secretary because she's a swinger, but there's 
nobody in this town to swing with so it was just the three of us. Kitty is 
the one who gets the credit for getting Lance and Bill and Ted and Ray and 
Jim and Larry into the group. She was going over their school records, 
helping me on paperwork, you know, when she discovered that they were here 
on probation. She did a little research both in their past histories and 
looking them over visually and discovered much to everyone's surprise that 
they were pretty sophisticated young men, especially in the sex area. Well, 
one thing led to another. Tina was introduced because she was Lance's 
girlfriend and we've had for over a month now a fairly interesting and fun 
sexual group. Then, and you have to give Lance credit for this, your name 
was mentioned. Maybe you would like to join. We couldn't come directly to 
you because we didn't know how you felt and so we set up a long and 
elaborate program to get you interested and that's the story." 

He looked at her in open-faced honesty. 

She stared back at him, letting all he had said soak in. As she looked at 
him she was aware that his cock was still curved upward as he knelt there 
like a baseball catcher, his arm out on the arm of her chair, and his cock 
was bobbing lewdly. It was like a hypnotist medallion and suddenly it struck 
her as so ludicrous that a great wave of warm humor flooded her and she 
began to laugh. 

The room was naturally silent as she laughed. Then finally she stopped 
laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks now, and she said, "Jack Mandero, 
you have got to be the lewdest man I have ever known." She paused, looking 
at him. No one knew what she meant. Then she started laughing again and 
between her bursts of laughter reached out and touched his shoulder, looking 
into his face and said, "And I love it." 

She paused a moment. Relief seemed to settle over the room. Then Renee, 
realizing that the situation was still slightly awkward, said loud enough 
for everyone to hear, "Would someone please help me off with my clothes?" 

At those words Lance simply thrust himself forward, taking her shoulders in 
his giant masculine arms and hugged her. 

"Coach, you're just beautiful," he said. 

"You are one beautiful person." 

Quickly he pulled her to her feet, still hugging her. Then he dropped his 
arms, smiling, and said, "Here, let me help you." 

He began to take off her clothes. 

Within seconds everyone was naked. Jack, because he was so close and so 
erect, was Renee's first target. She simply dropped to her knees, taking his 
cock in her mouth as she went down and began to suck. 

Ted, his cock now hard, got up from the chair, moved in behind Kitty, and 
simply inserted into her open vagina as it thrust backward from her bending 
over position. 

Bill went immediately to Flo, who was herself almost at the point of orgasm 
from her own fingertip. 

His cock too was hard and he simply shoved it into her vagina as she pushed 
forward, anxious to receive it. 

She raised her left leg and put it around his body, and with his massive 
strength he simply pushed her against the door and began fucking and kissing 
her simultaneously. Then, just as quickly, Bill laid backward on the carpet 
and pulled Tutweiler on top of him. Her thick heavy legs spread voluptuously 
as her cunt, now dripping and eager, sunk once again over his rigid upturned 
penis. She began grinding her hips wildly, searching for the orgasm that had 
momentarily escaped her. 

Ray moved in behind her and encouraged her to lean forward. She did, her 
lips buried in Bill's lips, kissing and fucking him. 

Ray dropped some spit onto his fingertips and worked it into Flo's anus. She 
groaned, searching wildly with her ass, wanting penetration there too. 

Ray's cock was stiff and thick and he moved himself into position so that 
his cock was opposite the inviting, pouting anus of the sensual secretary. 
He pushed the knob against the sphincter muscles, felt them push back and 
then release and his knob slipped inside of her. Suddenly within minutes 
after having come into the room, Tutweiler had two cocks inside of her and 
was going mad with passion. 

On the desk Tina also was cumming. 

Lance and Jim, without female partners, had moved to either side of the desk 
and each had taken one of Tina's hands and put it on his cock so Tina lay 
there on her back cumming. Two engorged cocks stuck up toward her face from 
either side of the desk. Her hands moved, jerking them off. 

The young men relaxed, enjoying. 

Renee pushed. Jack on to his back toward the carpet, but before he hit the 
floor he had maneuvered his body so that he was sitting on the couch. He 
leaned back. His cock was sticking up in the air, wet from her mouth. She 
looked at it a moment, her hand stroking the thick bent length of it, loving 
it. Whether he was on the floor or on the couch made no difference to her. 
Her cunt was simply dripping and demanding a cock. She quickly eased herself 
up astraddle of him and sank down over the lovely curved penis and began 
fucking him slowly, deeply, her cunt simply craving for release. 

Then, for some reason, she felt Jack move so he was lying on the couch. She 
shifted her body position to accommodate his new position and continued 
fucking. It was then as she was approaching orgasm that she felt the first 
vigorous and happy thrust of Lance's cock as it slipped up into her anal 
canal and begin to drive her crazy. 


THE END
