The Humper Game Pt. 01 Ch. 01

"Seven times for Wagner here, sir!" one of the toadies said proudly.

Mr. Miles waited a few minutes for the guy currently screwing Ms. Miller to finish. When he came back to the line, Wagner started forward.

"Wagner, please wait a moment. How many of you have already had a turn?" His glance included me as part of the group. A couple of the others nudged each other and grinned at this. All seven of them raised their hands. "Fine, then please sit down over here for now and let those who haven't had their turn have a go, eh?" He indicated an area of grass somewhat farther from Ms. Miller, but still a few feet from the watching crowd.

"But it's my turn, sir!" protested Wagner.

"But you've already had several turns, and we're running short on time. Please sit where I asked you to. Morris, you go ahead with your own turn now."

They all rather unwillingly went over and sat. Mr. Miles raised his voice. "Any boys who are qualified and haven't yet had their turn, but who want one, please line up immediately. We are about to call quits for the day, so this is last call." Two boys rather hurriedly came over, as I got undressed and got down on my knees between Ms. Miller's legs.

As I maneuvered myself, she opened her eyes and looked at me. "Morris. At least it's the first time for you." She closed her eyes again.

I got myself ready and told her, "Ms. Miller, I'm about to come in." She looked at me again, but didn't say anything. Her whole pussy was drenched and sticky, as was the area of ground around it for a foot or more. I made sure she was open as I entered her.

I began thrusting in and out, trying to be gentle. She turned her head toward my ear and said very quietly, "Morris. How many are waiting now for the chance to fuck the teacher?" Her mouth twisted as though she were chewing on a very sour lemon.

"Two. No, three, in line now. It may be possible for another one or two to get in line, but surely no more," I said as quietly as possible into her own ear.

She seemed to sigh. Then she said firmly, though still under her breath, "I'm going to get that Wagner if it's the last thing I ever do."

I muttered back to her, "Don't quote me or count on this, but it looks to me as though you may begin on it a lot sooner than that." She looked at me with eyes slightly widened, and I hastened to add, "I don't really know, I'm just deducing."

"Thank you, right or wrong," she breathed. "And I know it's rude of me, but the sooner we can get this over with, the better. Please don't hold back."

"I'm not, I assure you. I don't really have enough experience to say, but I think that by my fifth time in the past couple of hours, it's harder to get to it. I was in line to have you second, first after my own partner, but then Wagner and Co. made it too unpleasant to stay. But I think I'm the only one other than them to have come even twice this afternoon."

Her eyes widened again, and she said, "We'll discuss this later. I want to hear more, but right now don't let yourself get distracted, please." But then a moment later, she distracted me even more by saying, "I love your perfume. I won't ask right now who the lucky girl is."

"I wouldn't tell you without her permission, anyway."

It took several more minutes, but I did come. As I got dressed, the next in line was already in place and ready. There were only two behind him, and all three of them were very quick. When the next to last was done and still pulling his shirt on, Mr. Miles said, "Peters, please hurry off and ask the three other forfeits to get dressed and come here at once. It's quite late, and there are things they must hear. Go!" Peters returned while the last boy was down on top of Ms. Miller, but before the girls arrived he was done and dressed, and Mr. Miles had said, "Ms. Miller, please get dressed quickly and stand up here, unless you would rather continue to face us all in the nude." She moved quickly to do this. At some point, it seemed, someone had collected her scattered clothes into a tidy pile. She was finishing up when Barbara and Claire and Bolton all came up together. They came up to Mr. Miles and waited.

Sometime during this, Jenny was next to me. I didn't realize this until she stood slightly against me, as might happen to anyone in a crowd like that if, for example, someone else needed to get through. We didn't say anything.

Mr. Miles again raised his voice so that it was audible to everyone. "Is there anyone else here besides these seven who had more than one turn with Ms. Miller?" No one raised his hand or spoke up, but after a moment Vince Sharkey was propelled from the crowd, and some indistinguishable voices said, "Sharkey did, sir." Mr. Miles pointed to the ground next to Wagner and his pals, and Sharkey sat.

Addressing them, but still speaking so that everyone could hear, Mr. Miles said, "You lot. How many turns did each of you take?" Wagner claimed seven, his chief toady admitted to four, and all the rest claimed two. At this, there were a lot of angry voices all round, saying, "Liars!" and other such things. Ellen Chan stepped out and said clearly, "They're lying, sir! All of them had at least three goes, and those three had four." She pointed them out. "And all of them would have taken more, except that Wagner kept pushing ahead of them." She looked nonplussed for a moment. "I'm sorry, sir, I was forgetting Sharkey. I think he really did only have two. They kind of ran him off." There were shouts of, "That's right!"

Mr. Miles said, "Thank you, Chan. Now, I distinctly remember giving the rules, and saying that any boy who had captured his partner and proceeded to intercourse with her might have a turn with any girl who was forfeit. A turn, as in one turn. Not two, not three, not four, certainly not seven." He paused. None of them said anything. "Beyond that, you, Wagner, were disqualified, as your own partner was forfeit. And furthermore, I stressed that this was not at all to be forcible sex, and that the usual rules of courtesy and respect applied. I saw several of you completely ignore those rules with Ms. Miller, acting in ways designed to hurt and humiliate her."

Chan, who was still standing there, said, "All of them talked trash to her, calling her things like bitch and slut and whore. And Wagner was especially rough. Since she's standing up she obviously doesn't have a broken pelvis, but that's no thanks to him, I can tell you. He bounced up and down on her as though he was trying to break something."

Mr. Miles said, "Again, thank you, Chan, for your testimony. And I can see from here on Dearie's face that in his anal sex he did not position them correctly, and scraped her face in the dirt. Dearie, was there anything else?"

Barbara looked startled to be asked, but said, "He ignored almost every instruction you gave. He didn't use any lubricant at all." There were shocked and horrified sounds from the crowd. "And he made no attempt to go in slowly. I recently discovered that I'm bleeding from the anus." This time the sounds, from boys and girls alike, sounded tremendously angry, almost like the snarl of some wild animal. I found it rather frightening, much as I shared the feelings being expressed.

"There are penalties for people who feel free to break the rules set up for everyone's protection. Here are penalties appropriate to your violations. First. Immediately after I am done speaking, you will all eight remove your clothes and get on your hands and knees. Someone please fetch Ms. Miller and Dearie clean dildoes, lubricant, and stopwatches." Someone hurried off as he continued. "Ms. Miller, you are to begin with Wagner. For him, do not use any lubricant. Since it's so late, limit yourself to two minutes on each of the others for tonight, and just proceed down the line. For the rest of them, use the lubricant.

"Dearie, while she is using the dildo on Wagner, you may rub his face into the ground if you wish. Then take your turn to use a dildo on him, for the normal four minutes, with no lubricant. You will not proceed to the others. Both of you, please try not to cause any lasting damage.

"Beginning Wednesday, each period that we have this game, you will all run the initial segment normally, except as follows. You lot, if you capture your partners, will not remove their clothes, but will proceed immediately to the forfeit area. Each time you fail to capture, your automatic forfeit will be continued for one additional day. Dearie and Ms. Miller, if your partners capture you, you and they will move out of the course but continue to the forfeit area. Proceed to execute the forfeit penalty on Wagner, and on the others in the case of Ms. Miller, as I specified for tonight, but for the full time period in each case. If you successfully reached the finish line uncaptured, you may then continue to take one turn with each of them, or with any other boys who are forfeit, or with me if I am of course. If you were captured by your partners, then after you have penalized these boys for their automatic forfeits, you and your own partners will go to the penalty area where you will have the intercourse which you omitted earlier. From that point, everything will proceed according to the normal rules.

"For you eight, your period of automatic forfeit will be determined as follows. Tonight will not count toward this. Begin with the number of extra turns you took with Ms. Miller today, over and above the one you each, except Wagner, were entitled to. Those who lied about the number of turns they took today will add one day for each turn they did not admit to earlier. Wagner, your initial count will be fourteen, since you were not entitled to any turns at all today, and since you were not content to wait in line even for the turns you took. Add one day for each of you for the lack of respectful speech and treatment. Add one day each time you fail to capture while you are under automatic forfeit. The gatekeeper referees will keep track of this, and will announce each day who is still forfeit.

"I believe that this is all clear, but are there any questions?"

No one said anything, so after a moment he said to the eight, "Get undressed now, then," and to Dearie and Ms. Miller, "Proceed as soon as they are undressed." There was a spattering of applause and a few muted cheers, expressions of approval anyway, as each of them began on Wagner, and as each finished with him. Otherwise, the rest of us just stood and watched. When Ms. Miller finished with Sharkey, Mr. Miles said, "All right, get dressed now. All of you, this business has not only taken your entire study period, but has already begun to cut into your supper period. Get your showers as quickly as you can and get in to supper. I have caused the kitchen staff to be aware that you will be late, but the supper period will be extended only by half an hour. Eat quickly and use your after-supper study time as best you can. All your teachers for tomorrow will be aware that your study time was reduced, but how much latitude they allow for that is up to them."

As we started back in, Jenny said softly to me, "Phil, will you come study with me in my room after supper?"

"Probably. I'll have to think about it. I don't know about you, but I needed the study period we missed. If I can, I'll be there." She went off to the girls' wing and I to the boys'. I collected my clean clothes and headed for the shower room. The boys' shower rooms are large enough for everyone to shower at once among the four, if they crowd a little. Guys had gotten used to going to whichever was handiest. Normally, there would have been quite a lot of boisterous talk, especially, I was sure, given the sexual nature of the games, but the ending seemed to have put a damper on it, and there was none at all. Not one word, that I could hear. I hurried through my shower and went off to supper.

I was one of the very first to arrive, and I collected my food and sat at a table in a corner and began eating. Jenny came over and sat with me when she got there, and then Claire and Bolton. I nearly died with astonishment when Barbara came and joined us. There were some tables which were unoccupied, and she just always sat by herself. Always.

We didn't say much, and what we did say revolved around the material we needed to work on, particularly the next day's assignments. I turned the topic a little by saying, "I saw how Claire and Ms. Miller wound up forfeiting, though sometime I need to ask you about interpreting what I saw, Claire. But how did you and Bolton wind out up there with your asses reamed out, Barbara?"

Barbara said, "For me, blame that on Wagner, too, I guess, but it was my own fault. I was getting really afraid he would catch me, and I had thought I could outrun him fine. But I looked back, and he hadn't lost any ground since he had started. So I swerved in hopes that he would have to slow down to cut across after me. People were much thicker around him than me at that point. But anyway, I guess I was too busy looking back to watch where I was going. I just ran into someone. Obviously, she wasn't forfeit too, but her partner caught up with her. I think they took them aside and then started them again from that point when everyone else was past."

Suddenly Bolton set down her fork with a clatter and said to me, "It was about like that for me, except I ran into a boy. But Morris, will you please stop calling me Bolton and call me Molly? You too, Delaney?"

I had been very much aware that I was now on first-name terms with the other three but not with her, every time I addressed her. I could tell that Jenny was about to die of curiosity as to how Barbara and I were on first-name terms, but she hadn't said anything. I said, "Thank you, Molly, I will." And Claire said, "Yes, Molly." Molly simply said, "Phil. Claire." This put us all speaking informally, except between Barbara and the other girls.

And then Barbara dropped the real bombshell. She said, "I wish you all would call me Barbara, too. I know it's asking a lot, I don't really know you all that well, and that's mostly my fault. Really, I don't mean to act so cold all the time, and this is really hard for me." Indeed, she looked like she was about to cry, particularly when each of them said, "Yes, Barbara." It took her a bit before she could go on. "Phil asked me this afternoon, because it sounds so silly to call someone Dearie when you're being formal, but especially after you've just been completely intimate for heaven's sake! And I hate what it sounds like, too, but more, at that point I could hardly say we didn't know each other well enough, could I? I suddenly realized that I've got to start opening up, and that I don't know how." She really was dripping a few tears by this time.

I said, "That reminds me. Ms. Miller, well, her head was right next to my face, Jenny saw that, and she said she liked my perfume but wouldn't ask right then who the lucky girl was." I added to Jenny, "I'm surprised you didn't notice it afterward, just standing near me. Anyway, there was a point at which it seemed helpful to do some preparatory licking."

Barbara said, "Phil, you have to tell them, that was me, first anyway. I was so terrified about how much it would hurt, and more besides, and he was good enough to offer to try to help me that way and then to do it. When I'd never really spoken two kind words together to him." She looked pointedly at Molly as she ended, though.

Molly giggled. "You don't have to dance around it. When he came back over the last time, for me, I asked him to do the same to me. And he did already have a hint of perfume from you, yes, but I was already wet just from watching you at that distance, so Miller was probably mostly smelling me. And these two know all about it, so Jenny may as well too. That got me so ready that I came pretty fast, and really, really hard. He had to cover my mouth fast or everyone watching Miller would have come running. I've heard the expression 'screaming orgasm,' but now I know firsthand."

We'd been very talking quietly, with our heads leaned together. Now I sat back and said, "Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I'd been counting on working hard after gym, then digging in again tonight, and even that's about cut in half. I need to go study."

Jenny said, "I did ask you to come study with me tonight, remember? Is that out?"

"I think maybe it will be OK. You may even be able to help me on a couple of things. But there's not a lot of time." I leaned forward again and kept my voice really low for the next part. "As long as you're not thinking we can study biology together." They all laughed. "I mean it, though. You've already heard that I had a demanding afternoon." I lowered my voice even further. "In the end, I was a little afraid that I just wouldn't be able to come with Ms. Miller. Partly, she'd been pounded so much that, well, she was kind of loose inside, but also it seems that with each successive time it gets a little harder. But anyway, I really do have a lot to do now."

We all got up and left. I went and collected my stuff and headed off for the girls' wing.

There I received a big surprise. Sitting at the monitor's table was Ms. Miller. She was clean and neatly dressed and combed. She looked at me with disfavor on her face, and said, "Morris, what are you doing here right now?"

"O'Malley asked me to come study with her tonight, Ms. Miller."

She consulted her room chart. "Room 61, if you need that. Around that corner, to your left."

"I didn't think to ask her. Thank you."

"But first, sit." She pointed at another chair, across from her. She oozed anger and admonishment from every pore, so I was astonished when she said, very softly, "Keep your voice down when you answer. I'm not really chewing you out, this is for the benefit of those girls down there watching us." I'd seen them as I entered the hallway, at a table down where the hall widened enough for a couple of them—where the two hallways met. This was a common place for group study, for those who didn't want to go to the library or cafeteria. They were also allowed a little more noise here, as long as it wasn't loud enough to disturb other students through closed doors.

Anyway, though, Ms. Miller looked as though she was barely holding back rage, biting every word off short. All her body language indicated that. I said very quietly, "This is just a rhetorical question. However do you do that?"

She didn't go into detail, but she didn't treat the question as rhetorical either. "A drama class in college, and then many, many hours of practice on my own, just because I wanted to know how to do it. But what I wanted to say is, thank you for this afternoon. You were the first gentle one in hours, even ignoring those—. And you gave me a small ray of hope that helped me get through the next three, even though none of them were really rough, they tried to be nice about it. They, and you, would have been enjoyable enough if things had been different.

"And I told you, I do want to know more about a few things, but now is not the time. I just wanted to thank you. It meant more than you can imagine, just then."

I tried to mime cowering a little bit under the lash of her evident wrath. "I think the other three probably enjoyed it more than I did. If I hadn't really been looking forward all afternoon to a turn with you, knowing I'm unlikely to get another since you're not in my group, I think I would have realized how hard it would be. Some of it was the stickiness and the smell and all that, which had to be much, much worse for you. I hope that if I ever get another chance the circumstances will be better, in every way. I'm afraid that if you ever forfeit again, I'll be in line."

She said, "You'd better go on to O'Malley. But really, thank you." She looked really, really mad.