Week 3: Basic Intercourse Techniques

“Oh- Oh, yeah, Nate,” Olivia moaned softly. “That’s it, nice and easy. God, Amber, that looks fucking good.”

When we’d been matched up with Olivia as our third for ‘Basic Intercourse Techniques’ week, I had to admit that there was a part of me that was thrilled, and another part that couldn’t care less. Our Greek friend was a good-looking girl, and as we’d stripped down during ‘warm-up time’ she’d revealed a pair of bouncy torpedo tits with little pink gumdrop nipples and a curvy waist. She told us she’d prepped for the week’s lesson by getting freshly waxed, and grinned as she showed us her smooth pussy.

In any other situation, I would have been thrilled to see Olivia naked and have a shot at fucking her. But I’d spent the last two weeks fooling around with Amber, and in my mind, she was head and shoulders above the rest of the class on the attractive scale. And I was finally having sex with her.

The class had started with Prof Sinclair getting us to review our work from the previous week, so I’d gotten a quick double blowjob even though I hadn’t necessarily needed it considering how hard I was just with anticipation - hell, I’d been self-conscious walking through campus to get to class feeling like I had a steel bar in my pants. Then I’d spent a few minutes eating out Amber, followed by Olivia while Amber leaned over and kissed the other woman lightly in the name of Arousal practice.

Prof Sinclair demonstrated Missionary Position at the front of the class alongside Fowler, one of the black guys in the class, and made a joke that none of us probably needed it but it was part of the curriculum. The chuckles from the class spurred her on to show several simple variations as she explained what they offered - the woman’s legs pulled back more, or up on her partner’s shoulders. Spreading wider, or bracing the feet to allow her to fuck back at the man. Prof Sinclair’s big tits bobbed and wobbled as she gave her demonstration look at us upside down, then handed it off to the group to ‘practice.’

“You want to go first?” Olivia had offered Amber, and I couldn’t have been more thankful. I was definitely going to fuck the busty Greek girl, but there was only one thing I wanted.

There were thick yoga mats that had been positioned at each table, and we’d rolled them out and Amber had hopped up on the table on her back, wiggling to get herself comfortable and then spreading her legs as she grinned and motioned me between her legs.

As I’d gotten between them I’d slid my hands down her soft thighs, both of us taking big breaths of nervous excitement, and she’d reached forward to get both her hands on my cock and stroke me.

“Ready?” she’d asked. “To fuck me?”

“Finally,” I chuckled. She’d laughed too, her smile bright in her eyes, and she’d tilted my cock down toward her pussy. It was completely shaved and smooth, her lips slick from my earlier oral.

Now Olivia was leaning over the table, crooning softly in encouragement as I pressed into Amber for the first time. My little blonde e-girl’s pussy was fucking perfect as it gave way to my cock. She was holding one of Amber’s hands tightly, and Amber had her other hand up on my arm rubbing and squeezing my bicep. Our eyes were locked, her lips parted as she breathed slowly, the corner of her lip pulled into a smile.

“God, fuck,” I groaned, half inside her, feeling the slick tightness as her muscles clenched a little and her body adjusted. “You feel so good, Amber.”

“You feel so fucking good, Nate,” she said back. “But we need to go faster, Olivia needs her turn too. So fuck me, babe.”

I leaned down, kissed her passionately, and pulled almost all the way out of her before thrusting back in and feeling her moan against my lips.

“Oh, oh I’m gonna come,” Olivia moaned as she slammed her ass back at me. I had her super thick, wavy hair held tight at the back of her head and was pounding into her in Doggy Style. Amber laughed happily, bent over right next to her, waggling her ass to tempt me back to her. Amber’s pussy was flush from already getting pounded in both positions so far, but she wanted more.

“Remember, ladies,” Prof Sinclair called from the front. “The amount you arch your back and the position of your hands or elbows affects the angle and depth of your partner’s penetration. Switch things up! And men, you can change your position too - I’m particularly a fan of a man getting right up over me and fucking into me like an animal.”

“Noted, Miss,” Fowler said, leaning over her more and getting a loud moan from the Professor.

“Fuhuuhuuuck,” Oliva groaned as she came, her pussy clamping down on me until I wrenched out of her to stop myself from coming as well.

“Mmm,” Amber said with a smirk, turning on her knees and licking her lips as she went for my cock. “That kinda looks tasty.”

“Yes! Smack my ass again, Nate,” Olivia gasped. Position Three had been Cowgirl, and I’d delighted in letting both her and Amber ride and grind on me as they ‘practised’ different leg positions to find different angles.

“Alright, folks,” Prof Sinclair called from the front. “Fifteen minutes left in class, so we’ll finish with some free practice time. Let your partner know whichever position felt the best for you and try it out again.”

The moans declined and the talking increased as everyone started shifting.

“Let me just turn around,” Olivia groaned, literally spinning on my cock as she shifted around to face me and Amber. “Want another turn?” she offered the blonde.

“You can keep going, I can tell you’re close again,” Amber said with a smirk, then looked at me. “Maybe I can get some oral?”

“Hop on,” I said with a grin, gesturing for her to come straddle my face.

One pussy on my cock and Amber’s delicious cunt for feasting on?

Heaven.

I blew out a breath and ran a hand through my hair as I sat across from Prof Garringer. No one was left in class, having filtered out at the end just like the previous two weeks, fully dressed and chatting as if they were leaving any other lecture. I’d heard a few people talking about study sessions together, and I could only imagine how much sex was going to happen in the next week between the twenty students in the class.

“It’s still hard to believe this is all really happening,” I said, responding to his generic ‘So, how was class?’ question.

The old man chuckled and smirked. He’d spent the class naked and watching as usual, acting the old voyeur perv instead of getting involved, though since he was the ‘class supervisor’ I guess it fit into the narrative everyone else in the class was working by. “Oh, I think I can understand that feeling,” he said. “It took me a while to really grasp the lengths I could go as a Mesmer, and each step felt like a leap. You’re getting a crash course in the possibilities, so it’s here to the moon.”

“Well, hard to believe or not, I do believe now,” I said. “It would be tough not to. What do I need to do?”

“Here,” he replied, digging into the satchel bag and pulling out a binder that looked like it was neatly filled with labelled pages. He set it on the table and slid it to me. “This is your reading for this week.”

“This week!?” I said, my eyes going a little wide as I looked at the thickness of the bunder again.

“Nate, son, let me put it this way,” Garringer said, leaning forward and setting his elbows on the table while he steepled his fingers like a Disney villain. “Inside that first package, you’re going to find a lot of material on what I like to think of as ‘mindfulness.’ I’ve provided a variety of paths to reach the state of mindfulness that you’ll need for the next step in the process. My own revelation of mindfulness came from a fairly traumatic event followed shortly after by an LSD trip - I assume you would rather forgo the trauma, though I would suggest the LSD with the right guide. Anyhow, this class; on Mesmerism, not the Sex Ed, is the single most important one you will take in your University career. Or, really, your life. I leave it up to you how much attention you want to pay to it, but if you are successful by the end of the semester you’ll be able to sit down with each of your professors for an hour or two and convince them to simply pass you no matter how well you did on your assignments or exams.”

“Well… alright,” I said. “I guess that’s a good reason to focus.”

“I thought it would,” he said, that smirk coming back. “But here’s another one, and it’s the stick to that carrot. I see that you’re becoming more and more enamoured with Miss Verwolf - I don’t doubt you’ll be making more direct romantic overtures to her soon. So here it is. If you are unable to influence Miss Verwolf to not attend Week 12 of the course, you will witness her participating in the Gangbang practice. Now, to be fair, you’ll also be participating and fucking the ladies in class as part of it, but Miss Verwolf will no longer be solely yours. Do you understand?”

My stomach felt like it had dropped out from under me. My heart was pounding in furious, territorial rage.

“Well,” I said, my voice feeling thick in my throat. “I guess I’d better study up.”