Owen

There were in fact quite a few wide plush couches to be found in the Mu Mu House ballroom, all the better for getting Mu Mu sisters to relax and enjoy each other, and Dr. Morehead lay back on one covered in white fur.

Owen felt a bit off about this. For one thing, in spite of so many lovely giant-jugged girls looking on, he was still flaccid, if only because even now he continued to recuperate from one very vigorous day of sex. Yet there was the larger issue of his worrying that perhaps events in his life were beginning to get beyond control.

Dr. Morehead arched an eyebrow at him while he hesitated. "So are you saying you're all dick?"

He couldn't let that pass, especially while still flaccid. "Actually, I prefer the term 'cock.'"

"Ahhh!" the Doctor teased. "You hear that? Our male prefers the term 'cock.' Learn it well, girls."

Murmurings of "Cawww-ck ... cawww-ck ... " went up from the audience. They were evidently most eager to learn anything that might help.

With that little victory, Owen felt better and crawled over to her, and they plunged their faces into each other's crotches.

It was, clinically and even historically, an interesting session. Owen did not quite know what he was doing, but he was eager to please this important and ludicrously sexy, so he grabbed hold of her ass and plunged and lapped and thrusted with abandon. Oddly enough, Dr. Morehead found this technique, or rather thwe lack of it, amazingly intense. Women tended to pride themselves on tentative and delicate cunnilingus, culminating smoothly and nicely into a great climax, and yet Owen was opening her up (so to speak) to a whole new take on the erotic art. She felt like she was being devoured by some wild beast -- and she was absolutely loving it.

Meanwhile, Dr. Morehead was overthinking how to stimulate him. It was difficult for her to quite grasp that this was something altogether different from merely an "inside-out vagina," and so her efforts did get him hard but failed to bring him to that ultimate payoff.

Dr. Morehead could not help but wrap her thighs around his head and push down on his head with both hands as he ravenously slurped his way to a glorious finish. Rather jaded, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a good scream, and yet now she let her mouth go of him and screamed, bellowing with amazed delight, before at last she allowed him to come back up for air.

She sat back up, her eyes sparkling at him with a newfound respect. "I consider myself an expert on sexual congress ... but it is interesting to find out that I must explore new frontiers!"

"Congress?" Owen had to chuckle at so political a term for fucking.

"Yes." She looked down. "I see I failed to satisfy you."

"You felt great."

"Yes, but I really wanted you to ejaculate."

"Me too!" joked an onlooker, and there was a murmur of agreement.

"I know it can be done," said Owen. "I was visited by three teachers today, and my oral skills teacher, Dr. Eaton, gave me some great head."

"Really!? I must see this Dr. Eaton. We need her skills in the School of Sexual Services -- where of course you will be signing up."

"Sorry, I'm undeclared."

"Oh, I think you're destined for Sexual Services, Owen, I don't see any way of your fighting it!"

"Excuse me."

Owen face the new voice and recognized the girl as Shabazza, one of the two Mu Mus who had first invited him in the cafeteria. She was nude -- and to judge from her expression and her breathing, really wound up.

"Excuse me, Doctor," said Shabazza, "but his dihh -- his cock is different now."

"Yes, it is now in its hard state."

Shabazza got on the couch and crawled over to Owen, feeling his cock. "But it's so hard!" she marveled. "It looked soft before. There must be bone in it!"

"'Bone' is only an old nickname for it," said Dr. Morehead. "It is only spongy tissue filled up with blood."

Shabazza was amazed as she continued to stroke Owen. "Just blood? Not even muscle? Really!?" She looked at Owen. "You must have a healthy heart!"

Dr. Morehead laughed agreeably. "A healthy heart is always good for sex -- and often vice versa." She looked around and saw a chance to give instruction. "As you can all see, Nature designed man and woman very simply. Our vaginas have holes, and men have what they need to fill those holes. Although considering Owen's girth ... I would prefer the verb 'stuff.'"

"Excuse me," asked Shabazza, "but do you mean that, any time this male is hard like this -- he's ready to go!?"

"He is in sexual readiness, yes."

Shabazza got on top of Owen and swiftly plunged her vagina down over his shaft. "Stuff me, you cock, stuff me!" She began to ride him, squashing her mighty breasts down against his face. "Stuff me, stuff me, stuff my hole, oh yeah!"

"Oh yeah, stuff her hole!" said an onlooker, and it grew to become a murmuring throughout the audience.

Owen managed to sneak a look at Dr. Morehead, and noted her suddenly worried expression.

"Now, ladies," she tried to reason, "Owen is still a sentient being, he still has the same human and civil rights as anyone else, and it really is important to determine consent."

"He's consenting just fine -- he's HARD!" grunted Shabazza.

"Seriously, we must all continue to honor conscious spoke consent ... Ladies? Ladies?"

But Dr. Morehead had the rather eerie feeling that no one was really listening. Fantasies of spontaneous ravishing were popular in post-Pulse culture, and as turned on as these post-Pulse females were by such possibilities in lesbian play, the very idea of some rare bygone male being supremely **** to spontaneous ravishing was intensely thrilling. Owen was able to look around here and there, and saw girl after girl slipping off her panties. Every vagina he saw was glistening and oozing, even puckering somewhat with a newly relearned sexual longing, and many had hands gliding sideways over them in a futile effort to satisfy them.

"Stuff my hole, cock!" Shabazza cheered as she galloped away, her eyes shut in concentration. "Stuff! My hole! Stuff it! Stuff it! Stuff it, you COCK!"

"Stuff her hole, cock ... Stuff her hole, cock!" the throng murmured, sounding a little more anxious and impatient all the time.

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)