"And I met a few boys that were really, truly asexual. They didn't have any interest in either men or women. I told them that that was all right, too. They needed to hear that. There's a lot of pressure in the dorms to at least pretend to have a normal sex life, and it was causing these boys a lot of distress. It was a relief to hear somebody praising them for being who they are. I bet I did more real counseling for those boys than any of those people at the school clinic!
"I was probably getting laid at least twice a day, sometimes three times. If it was a guy I really liked, I'd spend the whole day with him, getting him off two or three times, and masturbating myself in between. God, I was a horny bitch! I loved to finger-fuck myself in front of them, watching their eyes nearly pop out of their heads. When they got hard the second or third time, they could give me the shagging of my life, leaving me so that I was feeling no pain. You know, in later years, we'd hear about students with drug problems, who needed their fixes. I was kind of like that. I even used the school library to find out what I could about nymphomania; I wondered if I was normal or nuts.
"I did talk to one of the psychology professors at the college, after swearing him to silence. It turned out that my case was unique; there was no medical record of any woman with the history of serial sex that I had. He suggested that it wasn't so much the sexual response that triggered it, but my craving for novelty. That was certainly true; after a few sessions with a lover, I would become bored. I knew what he'd do, I knew what his cock felt like in me. And I certainly didn't want him to get an emotional attachment to me, since I couldn't reciprocate it. We agreed that while my sex life certainly wasn't normal, it couldn't really be called dysfunctional, since it never interfered with the rest of my life. We had a series of interviews, and he ended up writing up my case in one of the professional journals. He gave me the pseudonym 'Jessamyn' and I'm sure you could dig it up if you don't believe me.
"And those young men got some excellent training in sex! They learned what to do with a girl's clitoris. I was telling them about my G-spot even before I heard the thing called by that name. And I taught them about a woman's arousal patterns, and how she didn't always have an orgasm, and didn't need to. And I always made sure they learned their lessons! I should have been part of the curriculum, and getting paid as a teacher! But you can't have everything, I suppose. And I took some satisfaction in giving hundreds and hundreds of boys their first real lessons in how to make love. I like to think that they became better lovers, but I have no idea whether that was true.
"OK, I know the next question you're going to ask me: did I ever get it on with more than one boy at a time? The answer is: yes, at first. Usually, they were already roommates, and wanted to act out something they'd fantasized, about fucking the same woman at the same time. But I stopped doing them after a while. It turned out to be harder on the guys than they thought it would be. Too much jealousy. One guy would be in me and the other guy wanted it, too, but they really didn't want to share. I wasn't into blowing one guy as I fucked another, like they always do in the skin flicks. It didn't get me off at all, so I figured: why do it? I was doing these guys a favor, not the other way around. And I didn't do anal at all.
"Speaking of skin flicks, you also have to understand that I didn't always climax. In fact, I probably climaxed less than half the time. Every once in a while, I'd have an orgasm that went right through the roof, but the funny thing was that the next time I slept with the guy, it usually didn't happen again. I eventually figured out that it wasn't just the guys, and it wasn't just me, and it wasn't the phases of the moon, either. It either happened or it didn't. And when it didn't, it was still fun and pleasurable with the right guy. When a guy cums in you, particularly if it's his first time, there's a thrill of power that's almost better than a climax. I told that professor that, and he suggested that it could really be for that thrill that I was doing all this shagging. I think he was right about that.
"And I never faked an orgasm. I never needed to. These guys didn't really care. In fact, when that movie came out, where they girl faked an orgasm in the cafeteria, a lot of guys were asking me if I could do that, too, to make it hotter for them. I said that I could, but I wouldn't. And they were fine with that, most of them. They were glad to be getting any pussy at all!
"In fact, they were fine with just about anything. Their inexperience meant that they didn't have any real preconceptions of what the sex act was all about, so they were open to any suggestions and criticisms. Well, they had usually read some pornography, and maybe even seen some skin flicks, but it didn't take them long to realize that those things didn't have much to do with real sex.
"In the early years, I screwed a few of the jocks, just for the novelty of it. But the funny thing was that they weren't as good at sex as the nerds were. They had this competitive thing, where every fuck had to be better than the last one. And they had grown up with everybody telling them how great they were, and they thought they already knew it all. I was never turned on by muscles, anyway. But a sweet kiss from a shy, trembling young man would go straight to my pussy. So I gave up on the jocks; they just weren't worth the trouble. And they were getting plenty of nooky anyway, from girls who usually didn't know their clit from their big toe. The blind leading the blind! Of course, I shouldn't talk. Those girls were on another power trip, since fucking the jocks made them more popular and desirable, at least in their own minds.
"Well, I guess I was balling almost a hundred guys a year. They weren't just from my dorm. You know, word got out, and soon these guys were seeking me out instead of the other way around. So I had my pick of them. I always chose the lonely and insecure ones, the freshmen who were having trouble fitting in, the ones far from home. And, you know, they never blabbed to the administration. Not my guys, not Jerry's guys. Not one.
"We were getting our condoms by mail order, because if we'd bought them at the local drugstore, it would have aroused some interest. I mean, who buys three or four hundred condoms in a year? And I only had two failures that resulted in a pregnancy.
"The first time that happened, Jerry and I talked it over and decided to keep the kid. It was a boy. I don't know who his real father was, since I'd fucked four guys the previous week. But I didn't care, and neither did Jerry. And Jerry turned out to be the perfect father. He was a tenured professor by then, but it never occurred to us to resign our jobs as RAs. The cock was just too good to turn down!
"The college wasn't prepared for an RA couple with a kid, but Jerry persuaded them to let us stay on. And I found out later that the students themselves started a campaign to keep us, and hundreds of letters from past and present students flooded the offices of the dean of students. Well, the administration couldn't afford to alienate all these potentially generous alumni, so they relented, even so far as giving us room 239 for the kid's bedroom. That room shared a wall with our suite. We knocked out the wall and put a door in there.
"When the second kid, another boy, came along a few years later, we took that completely in stride. This time, I had a pretty good idea who the biological father was, but we didn't see any sense in ruining a young man's life by telling him that he had a kid he wasn't planning on. And both of our little boys grew up to be fine people. That stuff about gay people not being good parents is all bullshit, let me tell you. Jerry did everything that any heterosexual father would have done for them. The kids always knew he was gay, and it was fine with them, although both of them are straight. And having two kids certainly helped quiet the rumors about Jerry's sexual orientation. In those days, people weren't as tolerant as they are now, so the kids turned out to be good camouflage, so to speak.
"Those two pregnancies kind of took the wind out of my sexual sails for a while, but after each baby was weaned, I would go back to taking care of the horny students who needed me. In fact, some of those students would baby-sit for me, to return a sexual favor. So I had plenty of time for screwing. The kids knew about that, too, because I didn't try to hide it, and they grew up thinking that it was perfectly normal for a mother to do. As for them, I've told them that they were happy to pursue any lifestyle they wanted, as long as it wasn't hurtful to somebody. We all accept each other as we are, and that's the best way to raise a family, in my opinion.
"Well, room 244 was a very busy place over the years. In our first year there, Jerry somehow fixed it so we'd have it as a love nest. I think it had something to do with the computers being told that the room didn't exist anymore, so they never assigned a student to it. But room service would still change the sheets and clean the room. In return, I was always making them cookies for their lunch breaks, and I got to know quite a few of them over the years. The maids knew what was going on -- it's hard to ignore four or five discarded condoms in the trash can -- but they never said a word about it to anybody.
"I'm not going to say that our love life would have worked for everybody. But I got what I wanted: a chance to make life easier for thousands of lonely students, and a never-ending supply of fresh hard cocks. I didn't need any emotional connection with any of them, since I had Jerry, and Jerry was all the emotional connection I needed. And he got a loving wife who cooked his meals and listened to his troubles and let him screw all the fine young men he wanted. And he got plenty of cock, too, although it was with a lower number of students, since the straight kids outnumbered the gay kids maybe eight to one. So his relationships with his lovers turned out to be somewhat deeper and more intense than mine, but that was all right with me. I just wanted him to be happy, and he was.
