The Humper Game Pt. 01 Ch. 01

"You're a dear, Phil. This is my first time, I'm technically a virgin, but, well, I figured out how to masturbate a few months ago, and my fingers didn't leave a cherry behind very long. It hurt a little and bled a little, but it wasn't really a big deal. You maybe shouldn't go in too fast, but I'll tell you if something's wrong, if you can go slow enough." So that's how we did it. I moved in just a little bit at a time, until once when she said, "Back out a little and try it again." Then after a few moments, she said, "In now, faster but not too fast."

I went on all the way in, pushing in as firmly as I could. I tried to keep my knees holding me up some as I moved in and out, supporting some of my weight. She moved with me, hips moving to meet me as I thrust in, pulling back a little as I did. It felt so wonderful! After a little bit, she began to pant every time I came all the way in, and again as I went out almost as far as I could. I could tell something was about to happen to me, and just then she started moaning loudly. She quickly brought her wrist up and put it across her mouth and closed her lips over it. I could still hear faint moans, "Oh! Oh!" coming from her, but I didn't have time to think about it. It felt like her pussy was sucking on the end of my cock, and I emptied myself into her as I thrust in and out. I didn't know whether I made any noise myself. It was as though I lost contact with reality for a bit.

When I came back to myself, her arms were around me. She said, "That was wonderful! It was so much better than anything I've ever done for myself! I thought it wouldn't be as good." She leaned up enough to give me a quick peck on the lips. "I would say we ought to get cleaned up a little, but I don't guess we've got anything to clean up with, barring our clothes. Except, well, it's kind of dirty, maybe, but let's try it. Or at least I will. Come on off now."

I rolled onto my back, and then she really surprised me. She rolled over, and then she grabbed my cock and licked and sucked most of the sticky goo off it. I said, "Do I need to do likewise for you?" She said, "Would you try?" so I pushed her back down on her back and lifted her thighs to pull her hips up a little, and licked what I could out. I didn't much like the taste, but I had willingly eaten worse. When I quit, she said, "I could almost wish we were going to do it again. That felt really exciting. But I think I'll still be dripping as long as we're out here." Then she said, "I'm really glad it was you," and kissed me quickly.

I started getting dressed about as quickly as I could. Jenny got dressed, too. I watched with interest, noting that one guess of mine had been on target: that sports bra, which was almost like a midriff-baring shirt, snug but stretchy with cups built into it, did not unfasten, but had to be pulled up and off. Or on and down, in this case.

"I really want to get to the finish line and see what's happening up there, I'm afraid. I wonder how long it will take before I'm ready to go again." I had absolutely no basis for a guess on that. But as we walked along on the outside of the course, we saw a good number of couples in various stages. One girl looked like she might just apply a penalty to him, even though he'd caught her. Every time he had her pinned down and reached for part of her clothes, she'd dump him off and try to sit on him. Her bra was bunched up above her breasts, it looked like, but it didn't look hopeful for him. We stopped and watched a few more couples screwing, for a few moments each, and I was pretty erect well before we reached the finish line.

We checked in with the gate people, and they directed us out into the forfeit area. I'd been thinking I'd like to look for a couple of guys in the penalty area, but it didn't look like there was anyone over there. We joined the crowd around Mr. Miles and Claire. After a minute or two, Mr. Miles said, "Normally, you'll all just go straight to your own spots, but I think I'd better demonstrate how this goes. Please get undressed, Delaney." As she began doing so, he quickly stripped, himself, then held up a tube of lubricant. He got a big gob of it onto his fingers, and said, "Lubricate the whole penis well, but most if it needs to be near the head, like this." He demonstrated. He told Claire, "Please get on your hands and knees." When she did, he got on his knees close behind her.

He squeezed out another gob onto his hand. He said, "Some of this should go into the anus, and the rest outside, on top of it." He parted her buttocks and applied the goo, then with both hands parted them wider, and added some more. He said, "Take it slow as you go in. All this applies to you girls if you're using a dildo on someone, too." He began to shove his way in, backing out some from time to time. She winced and whimpered, obviously in pain not pleasure. Finally he was all the way in, and he began moving in and out. "Take it pretty slow at first." After maybe a minute, though, he began thrusting faster and even faster, slapping into her ass. Then he gasped, and it was obvious enough that he was spurting into her. He moved in and out for a few moments longer, then pulled out. He pulled on jock strap and shorts, then shirt, socks, and shoes. He stood up and said, "OK. Peters, you and Ms. Miller go over there. You others go over that way, not too close together. You've seen what to do." Barbara Dearie went off, followed by Rich Wagner, my least favorite person in the whole world, followed by several of Wagner's cronies. Molly Bolton and Rod Fine went off at an angle from them. Ms. Miller and Peters went of the way Mr. Miles had indicated, and he followed. Everyone else, except Claire and Jenny and me, went after them.

I stepped over by Claire. "Claire, I know you probably can do without company right now, but I wish there were something I could do. I'll try to come back and talk to you, if you want, in a while."

Claire looked up at me and then at Jenny. "Thank you for caring, Phil. It hurt, but it really wasn't all that bad. Miles was slow and careful, and he's obviously experienced. The worst was having everyone watching it all. Present company almost excepted, though. Almost."

I reached down and gave her shoulder a squeeze. Then I walked off, Jenny with me, in the direction Ms. Miller and Peters—and everyone else, even Mr. Miles—had gone. After a moment, Jenny said, "That was really kind of you. I agree that she wanted right then to be ignored and not have to take notice of anyone, but I think later on she'll remember you care." After a moment she went on, "You know, her room is next to mine. Or you probably don't know."

I said to her, "Jenny, Mr. Miles said that anyone who captured his partner could take a turn with girls who had forfeited. I'm hoping to have a turn with as many as I can manage. You probably don't really want to watch all that, do you?"

She said, "Well, let's see what happens with Ms. Miller." So we walked on together.

Just as we got there, with a crowd all around them, Mr. Miles was saying sharply, "Ms. Miller, this game was your idea in the first place. This penalty was your own idea. You earned your forfeit, running into Delaney, and now it's time to get those clothes off."

She suddenly screamed, "No! I didn't agree to this, and I'm not going to!" She was crying. He told her, "Rules aren't just for everybody else. For the last time, get undressed." She just kept screaming defiance.

I glanced over toward the penalty area, which now seemed to have a good number of guys having their asses reamed out. I couldn't tell how enthusiastic the girls all were, but they were all at least going through the motions. I saw one girl picking up a dildo and stopwatch and tube, and realized that she was the girl who had been out-wrestling her partner.

But then Mr. Miles said, "Peters, you're not supposed to have to do this at this point, but get those clothes off her."

Peters moved in, somewhat hesitantly I thought. Well, after all, she was his teacher. He tried to grab her tee and pull it up. It came up some, but she thrashed her arms and he lost his grip. He made another attempt with the same result. He tried a grab for her waistband, and narrowly missed being kneed in the jaw. Then he did what I had with Jenny, but for real. He stuck out a foot behind her ankles or shins, then gave her a shove, and over she went.

They wrestled for a while with little to show for it. He did get her tee shirt pulled up over her breasts, but no more, and she bucked him off more than once. I thought I remembered that he was normally good at wrestling, but anyway, the instant he landed he was back on her. The second time, he flipped her over on her stomach, but she bucked him off there, too, and got herself back over. She wasn't in the kind of sports bra the girls wore. Then she got her tee pulled down again.

Mr. Miles looked around, and then told off eight boys, by last name and pointing. "Two each grab her arms, two each her legs. Be careful. You on the legs, get her shoes and socks off first."

He didn't give any more instructions at that point. Peters got back into the act, sitting down on her and pulling down her shorts and underpants. One leg at a time, he got them over her feet and off, his helpers letting go as needed and then grabbing on as soon as possible. He said, "Pick her up and flip her over." They did this, and he sat on her ass and reached under her tee and unhooked her bra. Then he pulled the whole back part up around her shoulders and neck. He had the guys on her arms lift up her torso, and he pulled the front up too. He pulled it all so that the shirt was over her head all round. Her arms were still in the sleeves. He said, "It probably would go easier if we just left it like that, but I guess it all needs to come off." He worked the neckline over her chin and face, then over her hair, apparently being as gentle as possible with her still struggling. With his helpers' assistance, he finally got shirt and bra off and tossed off to the side. During all of this, there were occasional cheers and applause from those watching. Boys especially, but some girls too.

He looked at Mr. Miles. Mr. Miles came over and stood by her. "Ms. Miller, are you ready now to get into position and cooperate?" She continued crying and didn't answer. So he told the boys holding her, "Lift her up onto her knees." They did this with some difficulty. She didn't seem to be struggling any more, but it was plain they didn't trust that to continue. Mr. Miles said, "Bend her at the waist and let her down. If she doesn't hold herself up, it's her own doing." They let her shoulders down, and she flopped over onto the grass. After a moment, she did get her hands under her and push her shoulders back up.

After a moment, Peters looked around and found the tube of jelly. He picked it up, and followed the instructions Mr. Miles had given. He lubricated them both, then pushed his way in. He didn't take it anywhere near as slow as Mr. Miles had with Claire, but he didn't just shove in with no regard for her, either. As he started pumping, he told his helpers, "Let go, but stay at hand."

He thrust in and out for perhaps two or three minutes, then came. He pulled out and got dressed.

Mr. Miles came over. "Mary, are you ready to roll yourself over on your back? I believe that there are some boys here waiting for a turn."

She looked up at him with tears dripping from her face. "How could you?" she asked. She got onto her back with her legs spread, and just closed her eyes.

This precipitated a small rush, and I was too slow. I found myself fifth in line. Number one looked at Mr. Miles, then went over and dropped his shorts and jock strap, knelt in front of her, and started trying to push his way in. He wasn't having much luck, but after a moment she brought her hands down and separated the labia so that he could get in.

As he was pumping in and out, there was a disturbance. Up came Wagner and his six buddies, laughing and high-fiving him. They just bulled their way into the line, Wagner first of course, right behind me. After a minute, I just left the line. I'd been in front of Wagner in lines before, and it was one petty harassment after another, pokes, little shoves, pretending to stumble and fall onto me, you name it. I just got out of the line and went back around where Jenny was. My cock was so stiff it hurt, and I said to her, very softly, "I'm going elsewhere for a while."

She said, "I think I'll stay here for now."

I looked around, and realized that Mr. Miles wasn't there to be seen. I started off, and then saw him more or less ahead of me. I walked on over to where we had left Claire. I thought he must have spoken to her briefly and then gone on ahead. I saw him cross through one of the openings out of the forfeit area and into the penalty area.

Claire was sitting up on the grass, knees up in the air and apart, arms on her knees. In that position she showed everything, and my cock gave another painful twitch. I said to her, "Well, it was quite a show for a while." She asked me what I meant, and I described it. I said, "I got in line. I'm afraid I really wanted a chance to screw Ms. Miller, enough that I didn't care much whether it added some to her misery. Even though mostly I like her and think she's a fine teacher.

"Then Wagner and his gang showed up, and butted into the line right behind me. He started in on me the way he does, and I just left."

"And now you're all horny, and you've come to see me."

"Well, I'm afraid so. I can go on to one of the others, but is that really any better? I suppose I could say I'm giving you fitness incentive, not that you're the one who needs it.

"I guess I should ask whether Wagner and friends stopped by here, though."

"Nope, I'm happy to say. They barely gave me a glance as they passed. I even feel a little sorry for Miller, though. And a lot more for Dearie. No, don't go on, or not yet. Only, can you take it a little easy? It'll be my first time, except for what you saw. And I'd rather that be you than a lot of these guys, even ignoring Wagner and Co."

I needed no urging. As I got undressed, I told her, "You'll have to tell me if I'm hurting you or something. My partner, um. I hate to gossip, but she said I was her first, but she didn't have a cherry to pop."

Claire laughed once—not exactly bitterly, I thought. "I do, though. I'm sure it will hurt, but please go ahead."

So I sat down on the ground next to her. I told her, "I almost wish I could have been your partner, except that I'd never catch you anyway. I hope it doesn't somehow make it worse to tell you that you, more than any other girl here, have been the one I lusted hopelessly after the past couple of years. There was only one more even close." I was glad she didn't ask who that was. And I wasn't being quite honest, as they'd really been about equal in my daydreams.

This time she really laughed. "I'm honored." She got serious. "Well, here's your chance. But, um, would you mind doing one thing for me? Kiss me first, for a couple of minutes? Everyone else is off watching Miller get fucked, I guess, and my own hopeless fantasy has been about my first time being the cap to a romantic evening of a show and candlelit dinner, something like that."

So we both lay down, and we embraced and kissed for a little while. And so on. I can't quite say that was my first time at kissing, but almost. It did strain at my cock some more. Claire could hardly have missed it, poking her in the belly and twitching and dripping a lot. She lay back and said, "Well, come on, I guess."

She wasn't as wet in the outside areas as Jenny had been, but as she spread herself for me and guided me in, I just barely started in before I stuck. I hung back, but she said, "I think you're going to have to push, maybe pretty hard. And I do want you to. Honestly." So I thrust in at her, and back just a tiny bit, and as I thrust in again I felt something give, and then I was in where it was tight and warm and wet and wonderful. She kind of winced and moaned as it happened, but then she said, "There. That feels good. Not too fast, it is kind of sore, but just go on. You've done this part before, right?"

"Well, once, earlier this afternoon." So I thrust in all the way, trying to go a little slowly, and held still for a few moments. Then, when she didn't complain, I began thrusting in and out, not too fast, and quickly realized I was about to come. I told her, "I don't think I can wait. It feels like even if I come out and try to relax it will just—." And then it did just happen! This time I remained aware of my surroundings a little more, especially of Claire's arms around me and pulling me into her tightly.

When I was done, she said, "Phil, that was awesome, just as it was. And I can tell sometime it will be even better. Thank you. Jenny is a lucky girl." I looked at her in surprise and confusion. She saw it and said, "You said she didn't have the pain part, and the way you look kind of disappointed tells me she must have enjoyed it a lot more. So that was pretty nice, but I have something to look forward to, I think." She gave me a brief kiss and let go of me, and I pulled out and got off of her. I gave her a quick peck on the lips, and then I got up and got my clothes on. I could see stuff running out of her pussy, and I felt a little embarrassed, but I didn't suggest anything and neither did she.

I said, "I think I'll go see whether I have a chance at Ms. Miller." She thanked me again, with a big smile, and I went off.

When I got over there, Wagner was actually on top of Ms. Miller, and his buddies were kind of whooping and cheering him on. He seemed to be doing his best to grind her ass into the ground, more than anything else. Someone came up behind and beside me, and I turned a bit to see Jenny. "Well, you're looking better," she said quietly. "She must have been good for you."

I said, at the same low level, "Well, yes. She professed to be pleased, too, but I don't think it was like what you got. How long has Wagner been at it?"

She looked kind of mad. "This is his second time around, the—" It seemed that she couldn't find a strong enough word, one she would use, anyway. "He pushed his way to the front of the line right after you left, then went straight back to the end of the line. Three guys there left just like you did, but they're still here watching. Anyway, I guess he got ready again, because he bulled his way ahead of his own buds too. And, you know, I'm not actually too fond of her right now, having the idea for this circus, and especially then thinking she shouldn't have to do her part, but this is way beyond reasonable."

We watched for a while as he finished. His friends laughed and cheered, but I don't think too many more, girls or boys either, joined in their enjoyment by this time. He did indeed head straight for the end of the line. There were some angry mutters from all around.

After seeing a couple more take their turns, I was ready for some relief myself, and I obviously wasn't going to get it there. I said as much to Jenny, very quietly. I said, "I'm going off to check on Dearie or Bolton. I'd suggest that you might even enjoy watching that more than this, but I'm sure they would rather not have an audience." So I wandered off alone, passing Claire, and came to Barbara Dearie. I was more than a little surprised that I seemed to be the only one not watching the big show.

I was also surprised that Dearie was fully dressed. I went over and sat down next to her. She looked at me with distaste. I said, "I won't bother asking how Wagner was. I'm sure he was much worse than normal, and his normal is worse than almost everyone else's worst. It's not that I want to hear about it, but if it will help somehow to tell me anything, I'll listen. If not, then feel free to keep quiet."