Chapter 7

Cheryl inhaled sharply as Bill Bennett thrust his cock into her. The knock against Bill—at least among the other girls—was that he came too quickly once he started. He knew it, though, and took his time getting down to the straight thrusting. Any girl with him could look forward to at least 15 minutes of kissing, rubbing, tickling, and sucking before he finally entered her.

He'd already spent time kissing her over her entire body, under her ear, round and round her breasts, across her tummy, up each leg, and finally at her core. When he'd finally gotten around to licking her clit she'd been so worked up she'd come at once; and again a few moments later when his tongue probed her entrance.

She'd learned not to touch his cock; that only made things happen faster. Instead she ran her hands across his shoulders and chest. He was nicely muscled—she understood he'd been a wrestler before coming to Claiborne—and there was something positively sensual about feeling his muscles.

He paused at the end of his in-stroke. She could feel his balls against her bottom, and his pubic hair nestling into hers. He held himself above her on his hands; everyone knew that if he rested his body on a girl's he would come before getting his cock all of he way inside her. After a lengthy pause, he drew himself out slowly, stopping when just the tip of his cock was touching her.

His eyes closed, he thrust forward again, sliding against her most sensitive nerves, setting them on fire, stretching her open as he shifted his weight slightly, and finally reaching bottom. Again the pause. Then slowly, exquisitely, he pulled back.

Suddenly that was enough. He slammed forward, shaking her body. Again and again, riding as deep into her as he could. Cheryl couldn't help herself. She began to move, too, riding up on his hardness, using her ankles against his thighs to try to draw him even deeper.

He jack hammered her. She glanced between them: she could see his cock and balls when he pulled back, and then they disappeared beneath the curve of her tummy. She could only feel him after that, big, hard, opening her, driving the breath out of her body, driving her higher and higher until she clung to him, trembling right on the brink.

He groaned, his body tensing. Then he gave way to short, sharp jabs, each one slicker than the last as he bathed her insides with his come. She clenched around him, losing all control as her tummy tried to squeeze down on his length.

They slowed, eyes open, staring at each other, and then burst out laughing. He slid down next to her, cradling her in his powerful arms. She nestled her softness against the hardness of his chest, relaxing, protected.

Until one of the seniors had mentioned it, she'd never realized how connected she felt to a guy at times like this. They were joined in the most intimate way possible, hearts beating in unison, and totally open to each other. If they weren't relaxing, she'd have said it was the most intense relaxing possible.

Eventually they both recovered their senses and they had to get up. She dressed after a brief washing. The constant snows had abated, and as she walked toward the bus she saw her mother waiting for her.

"How are you?" her mother asked.

Once again she was tempted to tell the absolute and literal truth: "A little disappointed. Ten minutes ago I had the most marvelous cock inside me, and now I'll have to wait until tomorrow before I can have one again."

I'm not that stupid, she thought. "Pretty good. School was good today."

"I'm glad. I thought I'd pick you up because your father asked me to tell you that he's tentatively approved your going to college."

"That's great!"

"Of course that's only if you get that scholarship. Certainly we can't afford to send you to college otherwise. And there are all sorts of things we need to know: are you living in a moral place; are you going to have time for church; things like that."

"I'm sure it can all be worked out," Cheryl said. She wanted to find a college like Claiborne, with the students open to each other. She smiled to herself. She would like to find some place to work that was like Claiborne. She wasn't sure if that meant marriage, but right now she wasn't too keen on that idea at all.

Once they got home she helped her mother with dinner, and then went upstairs to study. She'd learned that during this time she had to refrain from any daydreaming about school. Her studies needed her full attention. And so she buried herself in her books, totally tuning out the rest of the house.

Cheryl smiled and got out of the chair. As she did she felt something snap. When she got up she could feel something pressing against the front of her legs. It had to be the napkin she'd put there. Clearly she needed something else.

She stepped into the bathroom—fortunately there was room only for one person, otherwise her mother might have joined her—and reached under her dress to remove the pad. As she'd expected, it was soaked with her juices. She wrapped it in tissue and stuffed it in the trash. Then, after a brief clean-up, she stepped back into the panties she'd removed before coming here.

It'd been a marvelous day at Claiborne. It'd started with somebody suggesting that every girl give every boy a blow-job, and they come either on the girl's titties, or on her face. It wasn't until the break after first period that the boys returned any of that attention, eating the girls until they squealed and came. And so everyone was pretty horny when the next period break rolled around. The girls were so wet their juices were practically trickling down their legs, and the boys were sticking straight out.

The rest of the day had been like that, boys stiff and ready, girls wet and ready, and everyone getting involved as soon as they could. Lunch had been almost non-stop sex, and the shower after gym had taken a lot longer than normal.

She sighed happily. She'd discovered that watching another couple do it while she was doing it was a tremendous turn-on. Of course she wasn't exactly doing it, she was present and feeling everything without having any control, but that had been all right.

She sailed through the rest of her day, memories of Claiborne giving her something to think about in the otherwise boring classes. Instead of pondering the mysteries of a quadratic equation—she found them ridiculously easy now—she could tune out and remember the feeling of the boy's tongue lashing her higher and higher until she'd finally shattered in a million pieces. And while everyone else was taking turns talking about Emily Bronte, she was remembering the feel of the boy coming on her face, the warm jets on her cheeks, and the last few drops on her breasts.

She told her mother a story about wanting to buy some new tights—the current ones were developing holes and runs—and got permission to go shopping. She called Hanna and made an appointment for when she was supposed to be at the mall.

She did take the bus to the mall, bought her tights and 12 pairs of the cheapest panties she could find that fit her. Then, her purchases safely in her pack, she caught another bus to the offices of The Construct.

"What's on your mind?" Hanna asked when they settled in the cafeteria.

"I turn 16 on Sunday," Cheryl said. "Can you get me out of my parent's house?"

"That may ... I don't know." Hanna got up from the table. "Let me make some calls."

She came back a few minutes later. "Dr. Phillips is coming in. This is his area of expertise, not mine." She folded her hands on the table. "So how has life been?"

"Pretty good, all things considered. School's boring, and my teachers know I'm at a much more advanced level than I was a few weeks ago. You probably expected that."

"It was a possibility. There is an opening for someone like you with The Construct, but you'll need formal training, not just native talent."

"I kind of thought that would be the case," Cheryl said. "Is it possible to get that training in The Construct?"

"I imagine you could learn anything in The Construct," Hanna said. "But you need to learn these things while fostering your creativity. In The Construct you can only repeat what has already been done, at least as far as I know."

"I'd at least like to visit The Construct on a regular basis. I think you can imagine why."

"You mean you don't want to do the things you've experienced in The Construct in real life?" She smiled to show her suggestion was in jest.

"Not with my parents governing my life like they do. I swear if I so much as talk to a boy at school I get grilled by my parents. The only privacy I have is when I'm in the bathroom."

Hanna nodded. "That explains a lot."

"Of course last night I waited until everyone was asleep," Cheryl went on. "I waited for at least an hour after I'd heard my parents go to bed."

"And... ?"

"Then I went down to the basement, making sure all of the doors were closed behind me, then undressed and did myself. Twice."

"Twice?"

Cheryl nodded. "I wanted to make sure it felt the same as in The Construct. You said it feels a little different for each woman, and I wanted to see if that was true. You also told me that there are girls who can't."

"Can't ... come?"

Cheryl nodded.

"Did you fantasize about anything? A lot of girls do."

"Not really. I mean after the times I've spent in The Construct, what fantasies do I have?"

"Some girls take a time they really enjoyed, and use that."

"Oh. I'll have to try that. It took me a long time that first time."

"But it felt good?"

"It felt a lot like the way it did when I was riding along."

"That's good."

"I did see one thing, and since you told me my subconscious is driving a lot of this, I wondered if it meant anything."

"What was it?"

"Yesterday, one of the things I saw ... this girl was with a boy. She was lying on her back, and his thing was in her ... in her bottom."

"Some girls like that."

"That wasn't all. There was a boy on top of her, too, with his thing in the regular place."

"Not as common, but it happens."

"Have you ever tried it in your behind?"

Hanna hid her surprise at such a personal question. "No, never have. I never saw the attraction, either."

"Well, both boys came, and I think she did, too. She kept saying, 'Oh God!' over and over, and then she got real quiet. Afterwards I could see the guys' come trickling out of her in both places."

"I don't think it means anything," Hanna said. "Sometimes when there are two guys and one girl, she'll suck one while doing it with another."

"I've seen that."

"Other times the guys will switch off back and forth. One will come, then the other will get with her until he's done, and by then the first is usually ready again. I've done that."

"How was it?" Cheryl leaned forward, curiosity lighting her face.

"I think I came about a million times," Hanna laughed. "After a bit you get so aroused that every touch sets you off. Multiple orgasms are great, one after another just rolls through you. And when it's over you can't say you didn't get enough. We finally had to quit. The boys couldn't get it up, and I was too sore to touch. We just lay there grinning at each other, too tired to do anything else."

"Was that ... did that happen recently?"

"No, I was when I was in college."

Cheryl sat back. "Wow. Do you think... ?"

"Once a girl learns how to have a climax, she is capable of having multiple ones. Boys are so limited, one shot, and then they have to relax for a few minutes."

"This last time, yesterday, I think I had one like that. It was after gym, and it just seemed to go on and on."

"Don't try anything like this at home," Hanna said. "If your parents catch you, they'll lock you away."

"Even if I'm old enough?" Cheryl held up her hand, stopping whatever Hanna had been going to say. "I overheard my parents talking last night. I couldn't help it. Father's disturbed by what's going on, and he and mother were talking things over."

"What did they say?"

"He said, and this is as close as I can remember 'I promised Jake a virgin for his son. How do we know what's really going on there?' Mother assured him that the only time I was not under her direct view was when I was in the bathroom."

"What did he say?" Privately Hanna was appalled. Men set such a store on a girl being 'untouched'. What did they want, women worshipping them? At times it seemed like it.

"He was doubtful until Mother said the bathroom was only big enough for one person, that she was camped right outside the door, and there was no way anyone could get in there." She looked down, her face coloring. "I don't think I've had my maidenhood for some time. I fell from a horse once, and it kind of hurt down there. I remember seeing some blood on my panties that night, but..."

"It's possible," Hanna said. "A lot of girls have that little piece of skin destroyed by dancing, or horseback riding, or something like that."

"And I don't know why Father's so concerned anyway," Cheryl went on. "I can't stand Jake Peterson's son Rob. He smells."

"But if you don't know any different..." It was like a great light went off in her head. Hanna explored the idea that had just popped into her head. It was all an ego boost, and women wouldn't know any different if the guy couldn't perform, or was too quick, or any one of a number of problems. She decided it was best not to say anything to the girl, but she thought Greg might have some interesting input.

" ... and anyway, I thought it was more of a state of mind," Cheryl was saying. "If I do have to marry him, I won't be able to show him any of the really neat things I've learned while riding along."

"I don't see why you have to marry him," Hanna said.

"Church members should only marry other church members," Cheryl said. "That way the faith is not diffused."

"But won't that..." She stopped, thinking. "How long has your church been around?"

"Since 1883," Cheryl said at once. "We started small in Indiana, but grew rapidly. Now we have congregations in three states."

"Oh, good." At Cheryl's look she added, "I was worried about inbreeding."

"Well, we do seem to have a lot of birth defects, and some of the kids aren't very bright, so maybe we do have some of that. We try not to, of course, but there are only so many kids. Why mother said that when she came of age there hardly any boys available."

"How about now?"

"There are a few. Most of them I wouldn't date if it was left up to me."