Chapter 3 - Sexual Capacity, Aptitude and Potential

"I'm a virgin!" Harriet screeched.

"This exercise will not change any of your sexual statistics or experiences and none of you will have any memory of what has happened in this phase of the examination process," the voice droned rather clinically. "You should proceed with whatever sexual experimentation you desire."

"Cool," Rhonda said as she sank to her knees for a closer look at Robert's cock. She looked up at Robert and asked, "Is it alright with you if I try to make it bigger?"

"I'm sure you'll succeed with the slightest touch," Robert encouraged the curious girl.

"What are you going to do?" Harriet asked as she dropped to her knees beside the slender redhead.

"I'm going to explore," she said as she lifted Robert's cock with a thumb and forefinger, and examined the tip like it was a dead snake.

"You're not going to put it in your mouth, are you?" Harriet asked with a distasteful expression.

"Almost certainly," Rhonda said with a smile as the head began emerging from its fleshy sleeve. She leaned close and breathed in through her nose. "Oh, my…" she remarked as her nipples hardened and her nostrils flared.

Harriet watched in fascination as the cylinder of flesh disappeared between Rhoda's lips. She was astonished when much more was extracted than went in. It had grown from barely a hand's breadth in length to a beast that could not be covered by Harriet's hand from her wrist to the tips of her fingers. She watched with rapt attention as Rhonda's mouth again slid over the glistening shaft, but only halfway down this time.

"It's already too big to fit in my mouth," Rhonda complained with a pout as she sat back on her heels.

"With a little practice you can take it into your throat, but that's for another time. Let Harriet have a taste," Robert suggested. "Then it's my turn to explore your fuzzy treasures."

"I don't want to… I shouldn't…" Harriet complained before pressing her lips against the hot, pulsing tip.

"Be sure to keep your teeth out of the way," Robert hissed as the gentle kiss turned into one of hunger.

"Wow," Malcolm said almost reverently.

"Amateurs," Agnes remarked and then bit her lip when she realized Malcolm turned to smile at her and Beverley giggled because they heard what she said.

"I don't think Robert is an amateur, but I certainly am," Malcolm admitted. "When given the choice, I selected each of you because you have something I don't."

"Pussies," Agnes said playfully.

Malcolm smiled and nodded before quietly agreeing, "There is that distinction, but each of you also has experience with sex, and I want to learn from your experiences."

"I'm a virgin," Agnes said as she shook her head.

"And yet you knew Robert is not circumcised even though you were the farthest from him. You also indicated that both Harriet and Rhonda are amateurs at fellatio." He was clearly embarrassed when he added, "I read a resume of your oral accomplishments. It's a very impressive list."

"Thank you, I think. I've sucked a lot of cocks, but never one quite like yours," Agnes remarked. "I'm not sure I can accommodate it with you standing in front of me. The curvature will make it challenging."

"I know, I'm a freak," Malcolm said sadly. His cock began to sag along with his spirits.

"Not at all," Beverley volunteered. "It's more the shape of a katana or a saber than a broadsword, except that the weight is forward like a scimitar. It certainly isn't slender like a saber. That big knob should have no trouble finding and stimulating a Gräfenberg spot. The orgasms you can induce with a weapon like that will make you very popular with the ladies."

She looked at her confused companions. "What? I've studied more than gymnastics and fencing. I'm fascinated by the more elegant martial arts."

"I've never had an orgasm during sex," Margret admitted, redirecting the discussion back to sex. "The guys are always in too big of a hurry."

"With no experience, Malcolm is sure to explode as soon as that big, sensitive head touches wet pussy lips," Beverley said as she focused everyone's attention on Malcolm's equipment. She could not believe she heard herself say something so forward and crass. "Why don't we let Agnes show us how an expert handles such a monster with her mouth? He'll be less likely to lose his erection after blowing in her mouth."

Malcolm groaned and meekly allowed Agnes to push him backwards onto a nearby divan. She gripped his cock rather tightly near the base as she swung around to attack his cock with her chin against his abdomen instead of her forehead.

As predicted, Malcolm filled Agnes's mouth and throat with cum as soon as her lips closed on the shaft and her tongue touched the tip, but she was prepared for it and greedily sucked and swallowed while he flopped around like a fish on the deck of a boat.

Agnes had her left shin on the divan next to Malcolm's ribs to support her torso as she leaned low across his abdomen giving herself a better angle for swallowing his cock whole. His vision was filled with her naked butt and puffy labia when rational thought returned.

The puffy, fuzz-covered lips beckoned, and, like a mountaineer attacking Everest, he had to touch them because they were there… right there. Agnes squeaked, moaned, and shuddered when he lightly stroked the cleft that separated her plush lips.

Margret's head appeared above Agnes's hips to investigate why her mentor had lost concentration, but Beverley just giggled. She knew what had happened without needing to look. Nothing causes a girl to cross her eyes quite like that other than having her pussy stroked unexpectedly.

Agnes made a couple of halfhearted attempts to swat Malcolm's hand away, but her arm was too short to reach him over her back or around her hips. She finally backed off his cock enough to complain. "You're breaking my concentration… Ooo! Stop that! Oh, that feels nice, but…."

"I think he's hard enough," Beverley said as she closed her hand on his shaft and stroked it to confirm her observation. "God knows I'm wet enough!"

Malcolm's upper body fell off the divan as he chased Agnes's retreating pussy with his fingers. Fortunately the unusual couch was low enough that he was able to stop his fall when his arms reached the floor before his hips slipped over the edge of the divan.

"I think he likes you," Beverley said with a laugh.

"No kidding," Margret agreed. "What's not to like?"

"I've never let anyone touch me there before. I was afraid of what might happen if I did," Agnes explained. "His touch has me tingling all over. I want it, but I'm afraid."

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Beverley said reassuringly to Agnes. She then turned to Malcolm. "How do you want me?"

The embarrassed boy had to crawl off the divan in order to stand, which put his cock even with Beverley's tits after she sat on the low end where his feet had been. She swung her legs to either side of his and pulled him close to kiss his chest, guiding his cock to the tight confines of her cleavage.

"I don't know," he hissed as he steadied himself with a hand on each of her bare shoulders. "I was hoping you would teach me how to please a woman. I've only seen pictures. Until a few minutes ago I'd never…." Malcolm's voice faltered as his embarrassment spread.

Beverley ignored his indecision and excuses by taking charge. "Rather than doing the work for you by being on top, let's go to the second easiest position: missionary." She scooted toward the headrest of the divan and pulled Malcolm along by his cock. She opened her legs and let her feet fall to the floor on each side of the padded platform.

"Get on your knees between my thighs and lie with your shoulders against my tits but with most of your weight on your arms to either side of me," she instructed. "Once I get your cock positioned at my entrance you need to rotate your hips and smoothly push it in with steady pressure. That's it. Let me line up your little head with my man trap… now push!"

Air was expelled from Beverley's lungs and Malcolm gasped in pleasure as his cock slid into her slick sheath all the way to the root in one smooth stroke. A hot, tight, wet tunnel that felt absolutely amazing gripped his entire cock.

"What did you stick into my poor little pussy?" Beverley gasped with the little air she could muster.

"Am I hurting you? Should I pull it out?" Malcolm asked as he started to withdraw.

"NO!" Beverley commanded. "Don't take it out! Just work it back and forth with small, steady strokes until we get a rhythm going. Try not to jerk or move too fast. Keep it nice and steady. Oh, yes! Just keep doing that!"

Malcolm had never experienced this level of euphoria or stimulation. It took everything he had to override the urge to pound his cock into the heavenly body beneath him just as hard and as fast as he could. He lost his tenuous control when Beverley began thrashing about, clutching him tightly with her arms and legs, and began screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Faster! Fuck MEEEE!"

He grabbed her shoulders from underneath and pulled himself against her pussy as hard as he could, jabbing deeper with each pulse of cum that travelled the length of his cock and spraying his seed deep in the rippling tunnel that was trying to milk him dry. It seemed to him that minutes flew by before she went limp and he collapsed on top of her.

 "Wow, I hope you have something left for me," Margret said softly. Agnes just nodded.

"Hop off of me, sugar," Beverley said and kissed Malcolm's forehead.

Cum flooded out of Beverley's pussy when Malcolm's cock pulled free as he shifted his weight to his hands and knees. Agnes and Margret helped him to his feet. When Beverley swung her legs to one side and sat up, he sat down at the foot of the divan.

"I can't believe that was your first time, Malcolm. I think I just had the best sex I've ever experienced," Beverley complimented her young lover. "I can't remember anyone who was better than you."

"I keep looking, but have never found a guy who can get me off without help," Margret complained. "You got Beverley off without any preliminaries. You didn't even feel her up first!"

"If you'll help me get out of the way," Beverley suggested as she tried to stand, "I believe Malcolm still has enough energy to give you what no man before has delivered. Just look at him! He's fucked me to a puddle in the bed and still has an iron bar jutting from his groin!"

Agnes dropped to her knees. "I don't think he needs this, but I'm curious…" she whispered as her face approached Malcolm's slick cock. She tentatively licked the vein and then closed her mouth over the swollen head. Malcolm hissed as he sucked air through his teeth and closed his eyes when her cheeks collapsed against his cock.

"Wait," Agnes said to Beverley as she started to rise. "I love the taste of cum, but I've never tasted a woman. I've always been curious about feminine nectar. I could taste you on his cock just now, but it was gone so quickly. Would it be alright if I…?"

"You want to…?" Beverley asked. She reclined again and opened her legs when Agnes nodded.

Malcolm and Margret were barely breathing as they watched Agnes tentatively approach Beverley's drooling labia and gently sample the blended cocktail with the tip of her tongue. Beverley threw her head back and gripped the edge of the divan when Agnes pressed her open mouth against her swollen lips.

Agnes moaned when Malcolm's hand caressed her bony hip and approached her own swollen labia. She gasped when a finger lightly brushed her anus as another delved into her moist slit.

The gentle fingers were too much of a distraction and Agnes soon backed away from Beverley's pussy, much to the disappointment of the over-stimulated teacher until Margret approached from the opposite direction and took Agnes's place.

Between the chin that was pressed against her clitoris and the tongue dancing around her labia and vagina, Beverley was soon experiencing her first climax triggered by a woman's mouth. The small orgasm was not very satisfying, but it was stimulating.

Agnes was left panting and frustrated when Margret distracted Malcolm by moving her mouth from Beverley's pussy to his cock. Margret managed to maintain contact with Malcolm's cock and not snag him with her braces even when he turned enough to sit on the foot of the divan when his legs collapsed.

"Are you up for cowgirl?" Beverley asked Margret, who nodded enthusiastically around Malcolm's cock.

"Let's get him into position," Beverley suggested as she directed Agnes to the far side of the divan. She touched Margret on the shoulder. "I think he's ready. Help me get him on his back with his head on the headrest."

The three of them bodily placed Malcolm on the divan and lifted his legs from the floor as Margret swung a knee to the far side of his hips and climbed on top. Agnes guided his cock to the gaping lips above his groin as Margret lowered herself onto his cock. She hissed when his glans made contact and moaned as she slowly impaled herself, savoring the feel of his big glans stretching her vaginal walls.

She arched her back when his cock was fully imbedded and ground her clitoris between his pubis and base of his shaft. Malcolm sat up and pushed his face between her ample breasts when her pussy clasped his cock as she lifted herself for another stroke. Beverly sat behind Malcolm to support his shoulders as he mauled Margret's nipples with his mouth sending her over the edge twice before she collapsed against him.

Agnes had both hands at the corners of her mouth, partially covering her rosy cheeks, when Beverley smiled and told her, "Looks like it's your turn, sweetie."

"I don't know if I can do this," Agnes replied, slowly shaking her head without withdrawing her hands. She had her legs crossed more to stimulate her sex than to hide it. Her nipples were tight and crinkled as she pushed her small breasts together with her arms.

"You'll be fine. Just look at the big smiles on Harriet and Rhonda after Robert went cherry picking," Beverley said reassuringly.

Beverley extracted herself from the bottom of the threesome pile and helped Margret to her feet. "I've never felt this satisfied… not ever. Not even after a gangbang," the busty brunette mumbled.

"Help me get them in place," Beverley said to Margret. "I'll get him to his feet. You get Agnes to lie down and relax. This is not going to be pleasant for her if she's tense."

Beverley stood behind Malcolm with her warm breasts against his shoulder blades, her soft bush pressed against his bare butt, and both arms around his chest. She reached down with one hand and slowly stroked his slick cock. "Put your face in her crotch, Malcolm," she whispered after Margret pushed Agnes onto her back.

"I don't want to hurt her," Malcolm complained. "She's virgin, and I can't…."

"You can't hurt her with your mouth if you keep your teeth out of the way, silly man," Beverley teased gently. She pushed him down as Margret pried Agnes's knees apart. The frail blonde stopped breathing as she watched a boy's face approach her defenseless crotch for the first time in her life.

"Ahh!" Agnes shouted when Malcolm's mouth made contact with her mound. Beverley pressed her breasts against the small of his back and continued stroking his cock as Agnes chased his mouth by lifting her hips and rotating her pelvis to give his mouth clear access to her vaginal opening. Her moist inner lips blossomed open, and he had no trouble pushing his tongue into her pristine entrance.

Margret pushed a handy cushion under the skinny girl's narrow butt when she again lifted her hips to chase Malcolm's retreating mouth when he lifted his head and gasped for air. Margret took over stroking his cock as Beverley stepped back to let Malcolm climb onto the low couch.

"Can't you breathe through your nose?" Margret asked him as she reached around Agnes's thigh and ran her fingers through the slick folds until she found the tense opening.

Agnes was thrashing mindlessly and her pussy was dripping. "She's ready," Margret advised and began tugging Malcolm's cock toward the drooling hole between Agnes's thin thighs.

"I'm not going to let you chicken out and spoil this for her," Beverley said as she climbed onto the divan behind Malcolm.  Margret guided the tip of Malcolm's cock to its intended target. When the swollen head brushed against the fingers that were spreading Agnes's slick labia open, Margret shifted her other hand from his shaft to Beverley's bare butt.

"Bump it three times then push through," Margret suggested as she squeezed and released Beverley's butt while watching Agnes. Agnes was tensing and releasing as Malcolm's cock knocked on her closed door. She relaxed and exhaled, intending to take a deep breath before the third approach, but Margret squeezed Beverley's butt harder and instead of backing off after the second bump, the invader tore through Agnes's fragile membrane and entered the hot, slick tunnel beyond.

"Eek," was all Agnes could squeak out with the little air left in her lungs.

"Hold still and give Agnes a second to catch her breath and get used to having something bigger than a pinkie finger in her little hole. She might become a bit dry for a couple of strokes. If she does, then you should go easy on her until fresh lubricant arrives," Margret advised the rutting boy.

Beverley started to back off, but stopped dead when she felt a slick intruder between her muscular globes. "Not in my ass!" she shouted.

"That wasn't my target. You moved unexpectedly," Robert said a little defensively. He was puzzled by her panicky tone and asked, "Why not? You have a beautiful ass, custom made for backdoor fun. I'm a very good backdoor man, or so I'm told."

"My last boyfriend forced me to take it in the ass. I don't want to feel powerless like that again."

Robert shook his head sadly. "Then don't. Your power wasn't taken from you because of anal sex. A person's power cannot be taken. It can only be given away. You need to take it back."

As his thick cock slid home in her hungry vagina she realized that with her knees perched on the edge of the divan she could not keep Robert from do anything he wanted with her upturned ass. This young man was not like Roger in any way. He was considerate and caring. She smiled inwardly. "You're right. Do my ass, Robert. Show me what it's like when it's done right."

There was no shortage of natural lubricant available. Robert had no trouble working his stiff tube of flesh into Beverley's puckered orifice. She eagerly pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts. The fullness she felt in her rectum only amplified the emptiness of her vagina.

The feminine screams of pleasure she heard were not from her own throat, but from Agnes's as she thrashed about under Malcolm. His butt clinched with each pulse of cum his orgasm delivered to the thin girl. A lewd idea formed in Beverley's head.

"Hold up a minute, Robert. Let's give Malcolm time to recover from picking his first cherry and see if he's interested in making a Beverley sandwich. Can I interest you in double teaming me, Robert?" She had her answer when she felt his cock swell. "I'll take that as an indication you like the general idea."

They waited patiently as Malcolm and Agnes separated after recovering from very satisfying orgasms. Margret repositioned Malcolm and again directed his cock to an obscured orifice. This time his legs were hanging off the end of the divan, and Beverley's beautiful breasts were dangling in his face when a hot pussy impaled itself on his shaft.

He was amazed that his cock was still stiff after all the sex he had experienced in such a short time, but he had no energy left to power it. He lay there for a couple of minutes and let the complex motions stimulating his penis set him adrift.

Malcolm was confused when he realized there was more movement on the vein side of his cock than the top side. When it occurred to him that Robert was pumping Beverley's ass in a syncopated rhythm with his own stroking of her pussy he planted his feet on the floor and began lustfully thrusting into the glassy eyed woman above him.

Malcolm had just started his attack on the pendulous breasts that were partially smothering him when Beverley screamed and shook when a massive orgasm ripped through her core like a trapped tidal wave smashing into each nerve in her body as it echoed back and forth looking for a way out.

The weight of two bodies collapsing on him crushed the air from Malcolm's lungs. It might not have ended well had Margret not pulled Robert and then Beverley off Malcolm's frail frame. As Margret watched Malcolm gasp for breath she realized that the small man had a powerful cock and was not nearly as frail as he looked. She hoped the future would bring him to her bed.

"You guys are having way more fun on this side of the room," observed a cute blonde with perky tits. "Mind if I join in?"