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Naked at College 02 Pt. 01

By: Charles Petersunn



This story is the second of my Literotica versions of the "Naked in School" series, started originally by Karen Wagner, who so graciously gave permission to others to use the theme and components in their own versions of this series. I thank her so much for such an inspirational creation! Readers unfamiliar with or familiar but disinterested in the series might find it to be too outrageous. However, I encourage you to enjoy its unrealistic absurdity, as that is what makes it (in my own personal taste) such a great fantasy. I also encourage readers to first consider the first edition of this series (Naked at College, #1, Chrissie and Michael) as it provides helpful, if not important, introductory material. Please note that the story is quite long (albeit not as long as the traditional stories in this genre, which involve a full week) but it can be read in parts. Finally, please be warned that this story includes aspects of submission and domination, as well as exhibitionism. Otherwise, enjoy!!

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Suzannah Frost and Robert Williams were standing in the office of Dr. Rayburn, President of Abberville College. It was an impressive, but intimidating, office. It had the large ceiling and tall windows so common within old college buildings, curtained with deep, heavy drapes, the walls decorated with large oil paintings of past presidents, along with photographs of visiting dignitaries, historical state events, and attractive scenes of the Shenandoah Valley. President Rayburn had a large, neatly organized, walnut desk with a deep leather swivel chair. There was also a walnut conference table to the right, and a more informal meeting area with a couch, large soft easy chairs, and coffee table to the left. There was even a working fire place.

Suzannah and Robert stood patiently as they waited for President Rayburn to finish signing a few documents. When he was done, he slowly got up from his chair and walked around his desk.

"I am so pleased to shake your hands. I can't tell you how excited I am to welcome the second participants of The Program."

Suzannah responded with equal enthusiasm. "I'm just honored, President Rayburn, to be chosen to participate. I can't tell you how grateful I am."

"Well, that is excellent to hear, Suzannah. I know that initial participants can feel very apprehensive about the experience. After all, it is a program that is quite new to this college. We don't really know how well it will work. We do now at least have the report of Chrissie and Michael," (see Naked at College, #1), "who, I can say with some pride, found it to be a most illuminating and valuable experience. But, still, I can appreciate that you will also be breaking quite new ground for yourselves." Suzannah was being quite honest about her enthusiasm. She had wanted to be the first female participant of The Program so terribly much and was frankly jealous that the college had chosen Chrissie instead. She appreciated that it was a fair choice, Chrissie being Student President. However, she also suspected that Chrissie was chosen in part because of her good looks. Suzannah was herself quite pretty, but Chrissie was stunning, due in no small part to her rather prominent breasts. She couldn't help but be suspicious that Chrissie's big breasts played at least some role in being chosen. Suzannah was rather small in that regard.

Suzannah felt she would have been the better first choice. Chrissie did have more sex appeal, but this wasn't about sex. This was about student growth, insight, and social and personal development. A better first choice would have been an explorer, a scientist, and Suzannah loved science, particularly the social sciences. She could see that The Program was a groundbreaking exercise that could yield quite informative findings of human behavior. Some of the more classic studies in the history of sociology and psychology were conducted by investigative scientists who immersed themselves within the community, studying gangs, racist organizations, and deviant sexual preferences, by inserting themselves within the groups to actively study the members first hand. John Griffin (Black Like Me) was a personal hero for Suzannah, and she considered her participation in The Program to be her own effort, feeble as it might be, to match such an achievement. She wouldn't be surprised if she was asked to write up her own experience for publication within a leading scientific journal (perhaps she would title it, Naked Like Me).

Robert's interest in participation, or more accurately his willingness to participate, was more pedestrian. He was struggling financially and was hoping to obtain one of the more well endowed but highly competitive fellowships that were offered at Abberville to only a select minority of students. He knew that participation within The Program, along with a letter from President Rayburn, could go far, very far, in obtaining this fellowship.

However, as President Rayburn had suggested, he was very apprehensive. He had seen Chrissie and Michael walking across campus the previous week, and he saw how many of the students took delight in their discomfort at being so exposed. He even witnessed some of the students laughing at Michael and making fun of him, particularly when he got an erection. He was not looking forward to this at all but, at least it would only last one day. By this time tomorrow, it would all be over and he would be one big step closer to obtaining his fellowship.

President Rayburn continued, "Now, I'm sure that both of you are, by now, well familiar with the rules and regulations of The Program. However, if you have any questions before we begin, I'd be happy to answer them."

Robert asked, "Will we have the security guard, President Rayburn, as did Chrissie and Michael."

"Absolutely, Robert. He will be there to ensure that nobody accosts you or breaks any rules. As you know through your orientation with Dean Worell, penalty for any abusive remarks or behavior could be serving as a participant in the future. All of the students here at Abberville are adults. We're all at least 18 years old, but I must admit that, on occasion, not everyone acts like an adult. Some our of students will behave in a manner that is more adolescent, that does not represent their true age. Although, Robert, I must say that we have decided to modify our disciplinary policy. This is a work in progress and as we learn from your participation we will likely make additional adjustments."

"If you no longer will require their future participation, what will deter them?"

"Don't be worried about that, Robert. No, they will still be punished in an appropriate manner. It's just that we don't want the persons to be participating as a punishment. We want the participants to embrace the experience. We want it to be an uplifting experience, not just some sort of punishment. Alright then, any other questions?"

They both shook their heads. It sure felt like a punishment to Robert. Suzannah though was smiling with delight.

"Excellent then, who wishes to start first?"

Suzannah's hand shot up as she exclaimed, "Oh me! Yes, I will go first. Let me!"

President Rayburn would have expected the female of the pair to be the more reluctant. "Suzannah, I am most impressed with your enthusiasm. Dean Worell suggested that you might indeed be a model participant."

"Well, thank you, sir. I surely hope so."

"Good then. You can take off your clothes here. We consider it best to have the participants first remove their clothes in the comfort and safety of the Administration Building so that we can carefully monitor the exercise from the very moment of its inception. They will be waiting for you here after you finish your last class, Developmental Psychology."

"Absolutely, sir," Suzannah replied, and began to unbutton her blouse. She could feel her heart racing with excitement. It was actually beginning! She had vowed to carefully monitor all of her thoughts and feelings throughout the day, keeping detailed notes for her subsequent paper. She had to admit that as she reflected on her feelings, her excitement was now tinged with some apprehension. She had never taken her clothes of in front of anyone before. Even doctors would let her undress in privacy. Now, she was standing in front of the President of the college, and a guy, a guy she didn't even know, unbuttoning her blouse. Well, this couldn't be as hard as John Griffin's first meeting with the Ku Klux Klan. That must have been very scary. If they had discovered that he was a sociologist he could have been killed. She was not risking her life. She just had to let people see her in the nude.

She continued to reassure herself as she unbuttoned her blouse. No self-respecting psychologist or sociologist should be uncomfortable with being naked. They should be above such petty insecurities.

With a deep breath she turned her back to the two men, opened up her blouse, and pulled her arms free. She neatly folded her blouse and laid it on the back of one of the easy chairs. She then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She felt she could feel the eyes of the men burning into her as they stared at the straps of her brassiere and her matching white panties.

Her underwear was not particularly sexy or revealing, but its simple innocence was itself rather endearing, if not enticing. And, it was clear that she would have a very pretty little round bottom, which became even more delectable as she bent over to pick up her skirt.

She draped her skirt over the back of the chair and demurely looked over her shoulder at the two men behind her. It was a charming pose. When she turned her upper body to glance back, one got a glimpse of the tip of a cup of her white brassiere, peeking out past her arm, and as her legs shifted and tightened to allow her backward glance, her bottom tightened and rose as well. It was not clear why she was looking back. She was wondering though if they were staring at her, and of course they were. What guy wouldn't be? They quickly averted their eyes though when she caught them staring at her fanny.

She turned away as well. A part of her was really quite scared. Was she ready for this? Had she overestimated her abilities? This was perhaps her last chance to back out. She took a deep breath, reached back, and unbuttoned her brassiere. She leaned forward, her panties stretching against the curves of her bottom. She pulled the cups from her breasts, and allowed the straps to fall down her arms.

She straightened up her back and looked down at her breasts. They were so small, or at least they looked so small to her. They were certainly much smaller than Chrissie's. She so hoped that their inadequacy would not hinder the study, the experience. What if people laughed at her? Made fun of her? She was such a confident student. She knew she would someday be a great scientist. But, here she was, worried about the size of her titties. Well, she thought, 'Let's get on with it.'

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down, bending over full at the waist, not realizing how much she was revealing to Robert and President Rayburn, and it was quite a bit. Her diminutive feminine pouch and delicate little slit came into view. Cocks swelled at the sight. They could even see a bit down into the crack of her bottom, although not deeply, as her bottom was so tight and her anus so small that little could be seen. She took a deep breath and turned around. 

"My goodness," President Rayburn exclaimed. "You are a very pretty girl, Suzannah. My goodness, my goodness, quite beautiful."

Suzannah blushed. She had not heard before such effusive praise for her appearance, and certainly never with respect to her nakedness. She would never herself use "beauty" to describe herself. She replied, softly, "Thank you, sir," modestly clasping her hands in front of her cunnie.

"Robert, tell us, what do you think?"

Robert was trying to keep his eyes averted, but he was naturally stealing glances. "Well, um, yes sir, yes, uh, very nice."

It wasn't much of a compliment. Suzannah wondered if he would have preferred Chrissie.

President Rayburn, however, did have to admonish her. "No use of hands to hide yourself, Suzannah."

She cursed herself. You are not to hide yourself while participating in The Program. It hadn't been five minutes and she was already being admonished. "Oh yes, certainly, sorry, I forgot, sir."

President Rayburn's eyes fixed on her cunnie. He was dumbstruck. "Suzannah, did you shave yourself, down there?"

Suzannah looked down. She didn't really have to look. She knew what she would see. It was just a natural reaction to check. She looked back up at him and smiled proudly. "Yes sir, I did. Do you like it?"

It was a very, very delicious sight. It made her cunnie look so innocent, so pure. She had just this little white mound rising at the cusp, split by a most delicate, precious crevice. President Rayburn violated his own rule. He picked up a folder and tried to hold it at his waist in a manner that would seem natural to the two students. He just couldn't let the young lady see his growing bulge. "It's really quite lovely, Suzannah, but why?"

"Well, sir, I thought doing so would be in the true spirit of The Program. I am now entirely and completely exposed. I have nothing to hide me."

Robert's eyes widened in shock, and pleasure, at the sight. He had never seen anything like that. He imagined he must have seen something like that many years ago, but he had no memories of hairless cunnies. He had seen young lady's' cunnies before. Unlike Suzannah, he had at least some sexual experience, but he had never seen anything like this before. All of them had at least some coverage. Suzannah was as smooth, white, and pure in front as she was behind. His cock swelled rapidly in his boxers.

President Rayburn was also very pleased. "Suzannah, what an outstanding idea. I am truly impressed. Yes, yes, that was an excellent gesture to The Program." He knew he would have to provide an extra accommodation for her initiative. "Well, now, Robert, it's your turn."

Suzannah clasped her hands behind her, thrust out her little titties, and smiled proudly. Her enthusiasm was returning, and she couldn't wait to see her partner. This was kind of exciting. She had in fact never seen a naked guy before, at least in person. She felt like a silly little school girl, waiting to see the boys come out of the locker room dressed in their gym shorts, only this was ten times better. She was going to see a guy strip naked right in front of her. She could feel her heart flutter and, with some perplexity, her nipples stiffening.

Robert was not a particularly big guy. In fact, he was rather on the short side for a male, only about five foot, three inches. He was though in excellent shape. He knew that at least. However, that didn't really diminish the awkwardness of undressing in front of the President of the college and a naked girl he didn't know.

Suzannah's eyes widened when he removed his shirt. His chest was really well-defined. Goodness, she thought, this could be a very fun day. She in fact felt a bit jealous. He was short but he had a better body for a boy than she did for a girl.

Robert hesitated when he got to his slacks. "Um, sir?"

"Yes, son, what is it?"

"Well, um, sir, could I wait just a bit?"

President Rayburn instantly knew the problem. However, if Robert couldn't deal with it in the President's office, he certainly would not be able to deal with it when the room is filled with other students. "Robert, I understand your concern. Trust me, this is all part of The Program. You will get used to it. Heck, Michael even stood up at the table to show everyone his erection at the Dean's luncheon."

Both Suzannah and Robert turned their heads at that, their eyes widening. What an odd thing to do.

Suzannah recognized that her partner was having some difficulty, and she jumped in to offer support. It was important to stand by your partner. "Don't worry about it, Robert. I am fully versed with the procedures and policies of The Program. It isn't going to bother me." In a more personal note, she added, "Frankly, Robert, it's actually flattering." She knew it was important to be as honest as possible. She wanted to do this right. "I certainly don't have the appeal Chrissie did and so I think it's wonderful that you are excited. It's all really terribly exciting."

President Rayburn was so pleased with Suzannah. She seemed to be a natural at this. Robert hesitated a bit longer, turned his back, pulled down his slacks, stepped out of them, and tossed them to the side. He took a deep breath and turned around, displaying quite a tent pole sticking out in front. He looked like a male model who somehow lost control of himself during an Ian Thorpe photo shoot. Suzannah's eyes opened wide in wonderment. 'My gracious,' she thought. 'He really does have an erection!'

President Rayburn coughed, acknowledging his own distraction and momentary confusion. "It's perfectly fine, Robert. Don't let it concern you." He turned to Suzannah. "Does it trouble you, Suzannah?"

Suzannah couldn't take her eyes off that bulge. Actually, it was much more than a bulge. It was more like a rod trying to bust through. She put on a brave face. "Uh, no sir, certainly not, President Rayburn. These are expected of males participating in The Program."

"You're absolutely right, Suzannah." He found her maturity most impressive. "You see, Robert? It's perfectly fine with Suzannah." It wasn't perfectly fine with her, but she did feel that she should be able to deal with it. "Now, let's get those boxers off so the two of you can get started."

Robert was relieved to hear that his erection didn't bother her. It certainly bothered him. Nevertheless, he turned his back, stripped down his shorts, and tossed them on his pants. He then turned to face the President and Suzannah.

"Oh my goodness!" Suzannah exclaimed. Robert was quite big. No, actually, he was huge. Even President Rayburn's eyes widened in surprise. He had not expected this. Robert was such a short guy, but his erect tool was so disproportionately large. He studied it for a bit. He wondered if it looked so big because it was mounted on such a diminutive frame, but, even on an absolute scale it was as impressive as Suzannah's maturity.

"President Rayburn?" Suzannah had to ask. It was her scientific duty to ask. "Are all guys this big?" She knew that an erect penis would be big. They are suppose to be manly, commanding, imposing. Robert's was certainly that, but she never imagined one would look like this.

President Rayburn regained his composure and reassured Suzannah. "No, no, my dear, goodness no. Um, most men are not nearly so large. My goodness, Robert, that really is quite something. I imagine you are very proud of it."

Robert knew he was on the large size. He had compared his size, when flaccid, to other guys during showers after gym class. And, he had some experience when it came to sex. He had dated a few girls, and they had certainly indicated to him that his was by far the largest they had ever seen. However, he wasn't especially proud of it. It was so large that he was concerned that he was freakish. One girl felt that he was so big that she really didn't want to do it with him, and another one found their attempt at intercourse to be so painful that she subsequently didn't return his calls. It really wasn't his fault, as she was herself equally inexperienced. She would probably have found it painful with just about any guy. It didn't help though that Robert was not so experienced that he appreciated the importance of helping the girl become sufficiently prepared and aroused prior to insertion. In any case, he replied, "Not really, President Rayburn. I think it might be too big."


Naked at College 02 Pt. 01



President Rayburn couldn't imagine being too big. Well, actually, he understood that there were some freakishly large males, some perhaps as big as two feet. Robert was of course quite obviously far from that, but still plenty large. "Well, if you ever want to trade, give me a call." This was perhaps a bit inappropriate for the President to say, but he felt that a little levity was helpful at times like this.

Robert couldn't help but be flattered by the thought that the President of Abberville would actually prefer his penis over his own. He smiled, albeit somewhat bashfully, "Well, I'll give it some thought, sir."

"Excellent," said President Rayburn. It seemed to him that the two students were now ready to begin their day. "Well, I think we're ready to start, don't you think?"

Suzannah felt a sudden chill sweep through her body. It was about to happen. The Program would now truly begin. She felt both thrilled and frightened. She was actually going to do this. She was going to walk out onto campus, naked as a jailbird, her little titties wiggling and bobbling, her shaved cunnie entirely exposed to view. Her friends had said that she was making a big mistake, that she would feel utterly and entirely humiliated. They might be right. She knew that there would be some difficult moments. But, still, she felt that she would be all the better for it afterwards, having faced, confronted, and overcome such moments, and having the results of the experiences as a basis for a publishable scientific study. She took a deep breath, noticing how her small breasts filled up and poked out, realizing that throughout the day everybody else would notice this as well. She headed for the office door.

Robert followed behind, his eyes focused on Suzannah's behind. He had to admit that it was a cute little fanny: very taught, very sweet. He could feel his cock swell even harder, the shaft swinging in the air like a heavy crane.

President Rayburn held the door for them, shook each of their hands, wished them well, and closed the door behind them, their clothes left behind.

On the Way to the First Class

They were now alone in the hall. Actually, not entirely alone. Mrs. Edwards, President Rayburn's personal assistant, was sitting behind her desk within her glass enclosed alcove. Once she heard them depart from President Rayburn's office she quickly came out to wish them good luck.

However, when Robert turned around she was greeted by the sight of the largest erection she had ever seen. She hadn't actually seen that many, of course. Mrs. Edwards had married fresh out of high school, after limited dating, and she was still quite happily married. Nevertheless, any woman with any sense could see that Robert was really very large. "Um, well, Bobby." Mrs. Edwards always spoke to the undergraduates as if they were just kids, like her own kids. "That is certainly a very handsome erection. Don't get me wrong, but, I'm wondering if you want to go out like that. There's in fact quite a crowd out there."

"A crowd?!" Robert exclaimed. He was hoping to be eased into this gradually. Having to begin by facing a large crowd was precisely the opposite of what he wanted, or needed, particularly when he was sporting such a rigid tool.

"Oh now don't let that bother you, kids. They're out there to give you support. But, I was just wondering, Bobby, if you might prefer to lose this, um, stiffness a bit before you go out?"

Robert certainly did. "Well, yes ma'am, perhaps if I just wait here," and, he thought, keep his eyes off Suzannah. Maybe wait for a couple of hours? Perhaps even miss the entire morning of classes?

Mrs. Edwards though didn't want them to miss class. "Oh my, Bobby, I don't know. You certainly don't want to be late for class. My, my, won't that be difficult to explain." It would indeed be a rough start of the day to explain to an instructor that you were late because you had an erection. "Here, just wait right here." Mrs. Edwards went to her desk and dipped a handkerchief into a pitcher of ice water that she kept for President Rayburn. She would have to get a fresh serving for the President, but this did appear to be the more important, immediate need. She returned to Robert and instructed, "Now, you just hold still Bobby," as she wrapped his erection in the cold wet cloth.

Robert jerked in response to the intensely cold wetness of the cloth, as well as the touch of Mrs. Edward's hands. He wasn't too sure which was more effective, the coldness of the ice water or the fact that it was the matronly Mrs. Edwards applying the rag. He felt like a little boy being treated by his mum for a sprain in his penis. He took a chance and glanced at Suzannah, feeling rather self-conscious about this. He could see a bit of a grin on her face which, upon catching his eye, she dropped her eyes and looked away. She did think it was a rather cute sight, but she kicked herself, figuratively, for finding amusement in the predicament of her partner, and they had hardly even just started.

But, Mrs. Edwards' ministration did at least work. His penis lost its glory, shrank down to a quite reasonable size, the head sliding back within the protection of his foreskin, and they set off for their class.

As they walked down the hall Suzannah whispered, "I'm sorry about that, Robert. I didn't mean to laugh or make fun or anything."

Robert turned to Suzannah. "Don't worry about it. I know it looked kind of silly, but I have to admit that it worked. I really didn't want to leave the building with a hard-on."

She squeezed his hand. "It was a very impressive hard-on though, Robert, really, it was." He didn't respond. He in fact used the excuse of opening the door to let go of her hand. He really felt he would need to avoid contact with this naked little girl if he was going to avoid getting another hard-on. They opened the door to be greeted by quite a large crowd of students.

However, it wasn't what they had feared. They had expected catcalls, whistling, jeers, and some immediate calls for poses. Instead, they got applause, cheers, shouts of encouragement, and even some signs and posters exclaiming support. This was very encouraging indeed! Hank Adams was there as well, the security guard that would accompany them to their classes, protect them if necessary, and enforce the rules of The Program.

"Isn't this great!" he exclaimed as they left the building. "This is really quite different from the experience of Chrissie and Michael. There was nobody there to give them moral support right out of the gate. You must feel pretty good about that."

Robert did indeed appreciate the support, although he immediately turned red as he saw the eyes of the girls fix on the swaying of his penis as he stepped down the stairs onto the sidewalk.

Suzannah though furrowed her brow. She did not like the suggestion that it was easier for her than it had been for Chrissie. It only reaffirmed her desire to have been the first participant. She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't even seem to notice the boys staring at her jiggling titties and shaved cunnie.

Mr. Adams added, "If the rest of the day is like this, well, it will be a cake walk. Let's get going. Your first class is within the Health Sciences Building. That's not too bad. It's only two buildings over."

They hurried to their first class. It was indeed an easier start than had been experienced by Chrissie and Michael. Robert and Suzannah were also better dressed for the quick walks to each class. Robert was wearing sneakers (in contrast to Michael's black dress shoes) and Suzannah was wearing flip flops, in contrast to Chrissie's high heels. They had come prepared, whereas Chrissie and Michael had been oblivious to their participation up until the moment it started.

However, the fact that it wasn't as bad wasn't enough to make it actually easy. It did not offset the compelling fact that they were stark naked, with just the exception of their foot ware. Robert could feel his limp dick swinging as he walked, like the trunk of an elephant as he traversed the plains. He wished he could at least hold onto it, so it wouldn't swing so much. He had to admit to enjoying the sight of a girl's large breasts swinging and jiggling as she jogged. He was now feeling more sympathetic with her annoyance when she would catch him ogling her bobbling. He was already learning some lessons from his experience of being a Program participant.

Suzannah's breasts were not nearly so wobbly as Chrissie's. They were as firm as they were petite. They only demonstrated a little wiggle or jiggle as she scampered in her flip flops to keep up with the quick strides of Robert.

Her heart was racing as she scurried along. It had finally begun! She was a Program participant, walking naked on campus. She quickly dismissed her jealous thoughts of Chrissie and smiled with pride and excitement. If only her parents could see her now! They would be so proud. Well, maybe not. They probably wouldn't understand. They were so old-fashioned. Progressive ideas though were the sustenance of the college experience. They must have themselves explored alternative lifestyles when they had been students. Suzannah smiled to herself as she imagined them swallowing goldfish or jamming into telephone booths. They weren't old enough for that, but she knew that whatever they did could hardly compare to going to a class naked.

She felt like she was leading the way toward a new tomorrow, a new future. Someday what she was doing would itself be considered the norm, and many would wonder why it had taken so long, and they would look back upon Suzannah, and, yes, Chrissie, as paving the way.

In fact, so far, it didn't even seem that difficult. Frankly, it felt rather free, invigorating, to be so comfortably walking along naked on campus. She knew it was those around her who were the insecure, the inhibited, the ashamed. She was, in stark contrast, the one who was so clearly comfortable and secure within her body. She felt so proud. She even stuck out her titties. They were quite small. She had never been very proud of them before, but she was certainly proud of them now. She smiled at some of the boys who were staring at them, even briefly turning her titties toward some of them, like they were saying good morning.

"Susie, it's so good to see you!"

It was Harry, along with Joe and Kent. She knew all three of them. Like herself, Harry, Joe, and Kent excelled academically. They were hard-working students. Some might even describe them as nerdy bookworms. Suzannah didn't mind that. She respected their studiousness. Harry though had asked her out a couple of times. She wasn't particularly interested in dating anyone at the moment. Her studies and career came first. Besides, she found Harry and his friends to be rather immature, if not downright childish at times. She stopped to return his salutation. "Yes, hello, Harry. It's good to see you." There was a big grin on his face, knowing that she understood the special meaning of that cliche today. She felt her brow furrow once again.

"You're looking rather nice today," he replied, with a very obviously self-satisfying smirk on his face.

Being naked in front of strangers is one thing. Being naked in front of persons you know does appear to be something altogether different. She made a note to herself to devote some of her article to precisely this point. At least with strangers it can feel impersonal, inconsequential. There is no history, no extra meaning, and no likelihood of consequences down the road. She was feeling significantly more uncomfortable exposing her nakedness to Harry and his friends. Quite a number of times they had made off-color jokes and sexual references about girls in her presence, enjoying her annoyance at their adolescent humor. She could only imagine how much the three of them were enjoying this, what jokes they would now share among themselves after she had left. For all she knew, Harry would be jerking off this evening to the memory. She blanched at the thought of that. There was no way she could enjoy her exposed naked body being the source of his jerk-off fantasy. 'Well Chrissie,' she thought, 'It's no cake walk for me after all.'

She instinctively crossed her arms over her breasts. She crossed them not only to cover herself but also to express her disapproval, as a mother would cross her arms when scolding a child. Harry though would have none of it.

"Aren't you supposed to keep them uncovered?"

Suzannah grimaced with annoyance, perhaps though as much with herself as with Harry. The first test of her will and commitment as a Program participant and she acted like a defensive, shy, little girl. But, still, why did the first one have to be Harry? She wondered if he had been waiting there since the sun came up, getting all excited just anticipating when she would arrive with her naked body.

She would never have exposed her breasts to Harry for any price, yet now she was doing it for free. She lowered her arms, allowing her sweet round bubbies to come into view. She kept her arms crossed, however, just beneath her breasts, to at least still demonstrate her discontent.

"You really do have nice ones, Susie, and I like the way you're holding them up for me."

They did look nicely shaped with her arms crossed beneath them. She was inadvertently pushing her breasts together and up, like some sort of wonder bra, making her round, white bubbies all the more tantalizing, and that was certainly not her intention.

With considerable effort and moral strength, she uncrossed her arms and lowered them to her sides. It was a gesture of resignation, of submission, no longer expressing any objection or defiance. If Harry had said yesterday that he liked her titties she would have stormed off. She might have even slapped him. But, here it was just the next day and rather than storming off, she was just standing there, helplessly, and not only taking it, she had to be polite about it. One of the rules of The Program was to be courteous and friendly to all appropriate queries, comments, and requests. Well, nobody said this would be easy. No scientific study is every easy, otherwise everyone would be scientists. "Well, thank you, Harry, I'm glad you like them."

That response did surprise Harry, putting him off his stride, at least for a moment. Suzannah was pleased with her success.

She went on the offensive. "Harry, I am a member of the second team of participants in The Program, and I am very proud of it." "I can see that. Your nipples are certainly standing up proud."

Suzannah could feel blood rushing to her face, and her embarrassment over that only made her feel even more embarrassed. She glanced down at her breasts. Yes, indeed, her nipples were poking out but, unlike Robert's earlier erection, they would not go down with a cold wash cloth. In fact, it was precisely the cool morning air that was stiffening them up. She wondered why cold air softened the male penis but stiffened the girl's nipple? She would have to study up on that when she prepared her report.

Hank stepped forward, as Harry was flirting with a rules violation. Students were not to insult or denigrate a participant. But, Harry was being careful to stay behind the line. "I also really love what you've done with your, um, vaginal area." He felt a little silly using such a clinical term, but he wasn't too sure whether any other word would in fact be considered insulting and cause Mr. Adams to intervene.

Suzannah felt such a strong urge to cover herself, but that would clearly be a violation. She now even had some regrets over shaving herself, down there. She knew though that Harry was only taunting her, and she had to stand her ground. There was no way she was going to fail as a participant right out of the gate. "President Rayburn liked it."

"I imagine he did!"

Suzannah scowled. Harry knew full well that she hadn't meant it that way or, more importantly, that President Rayburn hadn't meant it that way. Professor Rayburn wouldn't have meant it like that. Of course, he didn't. She shook off that thought. President Rayburn was a very well respected and well regarded pedagogical leader. He wouldn't be thinking of her that way. The stress of being naked in front of Harry was playing with her thoughts. She knew she had to gather herself. This was her first test and she wanted to demonstrate her spunk, her true grit. She said in a very sweet voice, "I hope you like it too, Harry. I think it looks rather cute this way."

That did silence him. Joe and Kent were punching and pulling at Harry, laughing away, although not entirely sure what was particularly funny, other than Suzannah showing off her smooth, naked cunnie, but it wasn't really clear whether that was funny or something else. It was perhaps a laughter of nervousness, at least that's how Suzannah wanted to consider it.

"Well, would you be willing to give me a pose, Susie?"

She knew that was coming. It was a requirement of all Program participants to provide poses throughout the day, as long as they were asked politely. You were also required to agree politely. "Yes, Harry, of course. How would you like me to pose for you?" She couldn't believe she was saying this. It was like she had been hypnotized or something. She wouldn't even go out on a date with this guy, and now she was agreeing to pose naked for him in whatever way he wished. This was clearly going to be one strange day.

"Well, if you wouldn't mind, of course." He was being ever so careful to be polite. He could feel the eyes of Mr. Adams bearing down on him. "I wonder if you would give me a curtsy, you know, like I'm some sort of a king and you're a princess vying for my approval."

"Well, I don't really have a skirt, you know," Suzannah pointed out.

"Yes, I kind of noticed that. But, pretend like you do."

Suzannah took a deep breath to control her annoyance and frustration, her elfish titties thrusting out a bit more, as best they could. She then smiled sweetly at Harry, pretended to be lifting out the edges of a skirt, and curtsied.

Robert looked away. There was no way he would not get an erection if he watched this.

Suzannah saw him turn away. On the one hand, she did appreciate that. He was being courteous. Although, she felt as true Program participants they should face each other's dilemmas together.

"Hold it there, for a minute, please, Susie. You look so cute that way, so sweet, so pretty."

Suzannah furrowed her brow again. She was no longer smiling sweetly. She just couldn't bring herself to continue to do that as she held the curtsy pose for Harry, Joe, and Kent. The symbolic implications of the pose were bad enough. It made her feel so submissive. It would even be bad if she had on clothes, but doubly worse naked. No, quadruply worse, particularly as the curtsying caused her slit to open up a bit, and she could see their eyes bugging out at the sight of her cunnie gaping open at them. These three nerdy, annoying, juvenile boys were getting a free peek into her cunnie, and all she could was to continue to let them enjoy it. She even noticed a very obvious bulge growing in Joe's slacks.

She wondered how long she would have to hold the pose. She knew most of the rules. She wasn't sure about this.

But, Harry solved the problem for her. "Excellent, Susie, really very, very revealing. I feel like I can see right into you, into the very heart of you. And, now, if you wouldn't mind, turn around and spread your cheeks open. I have always wanted to see that cute little rosebud of yours."

Suzannah smiled in triumph, what little triumph you can claim when you are curtsying naked for an annoying boy. Hank recognized the mistake as well, and quickly indicated, "Sorry, boys, only one pose at a time." One can ask for variations on the same pose, but not an entirely new one.




Naked at College 02 Pt. 01



Harry protested. "Well, Joe can ask for one, can't he?" "Nope," he replied. Suzannah stood back up straight, grinning from ear to ear. It was perhaps odd to think that she had won that little battle of wits. After all, they had seen quite a bit that would go far for them for some time. Every time they would see her in the future, they would imagine her curtsying for them, naked, her little pussy opening up as she squatted down. But, they didn't get the big one, the one they apparently really wanted. "Only one pose at each time. You boys run along now and get to class. In fact, we're running a little short ourselves."

"Oh my, yes!" Suzannah squealed. She had never been late for a class before, and certainly had no intention in being late for a class while participating in The Program. Suzannah took off, dashing for the Health Sciences Building, Robert now trying to keep up with her. The eyes of the boys watched mournfully the sight of Suzannah's sweet naked tush as she scampered off. Harry though had his hand down his pants, squeezing his erection at the memory of finally seeing cute little Suzannah's luscious little cunnie and it turned out to be smooth as baby silk. It would be a sight, a memory, he would probably never forget.

Anatomy 250

The first class for Suzannah and Robert was Anatomy 250. Miss Stephanie Baker was the instructor and she was ecstatic to have Program participants attending. She had in fact enthusiastically volunteered to be among the first classes to include participants of The Program, but she had lost out to a number of other courses, including Human Figure Drawing 301, Nursing 532, Physical Education 101, and Political Science 450. She could understand losing out to a human figure drawing and a nursing class. The advantages of nudity for instruction in such courses were rather obvious. But, she felt that some of the selection had probably reflected campus politics. She figured Mr. Jennings in particular had possibly used his connections to be among the first to have Program participants attend his political science class. There was no apparent advantage or benefit of nudity for the study of political science. Miss Baker was there when Mr. Jennings argued passionately for the original hiring of Dr. Rayburn as President of Abberville, and she imagined that he cashed in some of the debt Dr. Rayburn owed him by being appointed among the first to participate in The Program.

The advantage of nudity for a course in anatomy was patently obvious, and Miss Baker could not be more pleased when the two students arrived. She greeted them warmly at the door. "My, my, my, it's so nice to have the two of you here. Isn't this wonderful?"

Suzannah gleefully affirmed her mutual zeal as she shook the instructor's hand. She did indeed find this to be quite thrilling and was so pleased to find that the instructor of her first class shared her enthusiasm. She would have expected no other reaction from a professor of hard science. "Well, I am just so happy myself to be participating." Her troubles with Harry were now only a memory, a passing setback to what would certainly be an invigorating and inspirational experience. "I do hope that we can be of some help to your class."

"Absolutely, my dear, absolutely." She turned her attention to the boy. "And, you must be Robert Williams, so very good to meet you as well," she said as she shook his hand.

Robert politely returned the greeting, but he neither shared her enthusiasm nor was he looking forward to being of any help to her class. It was perhaps rather obvious what they would probably be doing for an anatomy class, and he had so hoped that he could keep a low profile throughout the day, at least during the classes. It was perhaps unrealistic to expect that one could keep a low profile while being naked in a room of adolescent college students, but it wasn't a requirement of The Program for the participants to be used in some sort of class demonstration. It was just an option. If the instructor preferred, they could just sit quietly at a desk, in which case much of his nudity, and certainly the most important part, would be well hidden. But, it was clear that he would not be so lucky in this first class.

"Now, Suzannah and Robert, let's not waste any time. If you wouldn't mind, would you please take your places in the front of the room?"

Just as he had feared, they were being asked to present their nudity, their naked bodies, to the entire class. He could feel his heart accelerating and his penis shriveling as he stepped to the front of the room.

"Oh, but wait, I am getting ahead of myself. I'm just so excited." She gently laid a hand on Robert's arm. "Bobby, would you like to obtain some relief before class starts?"

Male participants in The Program were allowed to obtain relief from any sustained sexual tension within the first five minutes of a class. The administrators of The Program were concerned that maintaining an erection for a sustained period of time could be unhealthy, as well as uncomfortable, and they did not want to unnecessarily burden the male participants. Therefore, professors were instructed to allow relief at the beginning of each class (best to get it out of the way rather than disrupt instruction during the routine course of the class). Relief could be administered by the instructor, the student himself, or his partner; whatever the instructor felt would be most suitable.

Robert was not the least bit interested in obtaining relief. It was frankly his preference to avoid sexual tension as much as possible, and the last thing he wanted to do was to jerk off, or be jerked off, in front of fellow students. Fortunately, he could say quite sincerely,"No, no, ma'am, I'm fine," as this was the first class and he really did feel fine.

Miss Baker was relieved to hear that. She was open-minded and was delighted to have The Program participants within her class, but she had to admit that she did find it, personally, a bit much to actually have a boy masturbate in front of her students. Nudity was one thing. Nudity was fine. Pictures of nude male and female forms was a natural event within an anatomy class. But, ejaculations? Well, that would obviously be quite sexual in nature. This was a serious, academic course.

Perhaps such a thing might be acceptable for Dr. Hirschfeld's Human Sexuality course, but even then it still seemed to be a bit over the top. She laughed to herself at the thought of Dr. Hirschfeld having Robert masturbate in his class to demonstrate a male orgasm. The idea was simply ridiculous (see "Modeling for the Class" for a different perspective).

It was hard enough getting her students not to titter and giggle when they saw pictures of the naked body. Many a time she had caught students leafing ahead in the text to get to the pictures of a naked body, the close ups of the male and female forms. Some of them had even drawn in little doodles and cartoons in their books. Adolescents can behave so adolescently when it came to the nude form. It was a never-ending problem for her to maintain a proper decorum within her class. Why can't they behave more like adults? Well, that was clearly a stupid question. They were, after all, at best, just young adults, and some of their adolescent attitudes and behaviors will not have been entirely lost simply because they had turned eighteen, or for some even nineteen.

This was one reason that she had in fact been so enthusiastic about getting participants from The Program to attend her class. They would demonstrate for her students a more adult, healthy, attitude toward the nude form. They would certainly not giggle and titter, and she would assume her students would not do so as well, certainly not to their faces.

In any case, and fortunately, Robert had declined the offer. Thank goodness this was their first class of the day. She wondered if he might have accepted the offer if her class was their last one. Perhaps by then Robert would in fact be feeling some sexual tension. Well, be that as it may, he was not seeking any relief at the moment. "Excellent, well then, Robert, please, please, take your position standing next to Suzannah."

As Robert and Suzannah got into place, standing next to each other in front of the room, Miss Baker smiled. This was going to be one of her best classes. Robert and Suzannah were fine healthy young specimens. But, right away there was that tittering and giggling, particularly among the girls. It wasn't that the boys weren't also being reactive, but they largely just stared in stunned silence at the pretty form of Suzannah, with her cute perky titties and pure, white cunnie. For many, this was the first live cunnie they had seen and it was quite an attractive, evocative sight. It was such a nice little pouch, cut by the most enticing little slit. "Oh my, yes, well, students," Miss Baker exclaimed, tapping her yardstick on her desk. "Let's behave ourselves. Of course, today, we have the distinct pleasure of having Program participants here to serve as models. Are we going to behave like adults?"

"Yes, Miss Baker" they all said, largely in unison, albeit in doing so sounding more like children than adults.

"Yes, well, I hope so." It was not, however, getting off to a good start. "Alright then, first, let's get an appreciation of the entire gestalt. As you can see, Robert is taller than Suzannah but," one might have even heard a bit of disappointment in her voice, "not as big as the average male." It was Robert's turn to furrow his brow. What boy enjoys standing in front of a class of peers to be reminded of, to even display, a physical inadequacy? "Students, how tall is the average male?" Janie answered, "The average male, of the U.S., is five-nine, the woman five-four, Miss Baker."

"Very good, Janie. Yes, that's correct. Robert, here, is a bit, well, much shorter than that, and Suzannah, well, I'm not sure even she is even five feet."

"I'm four foot-11, Miss Baker," Suzannah offered, wondering though, as a model, if she should actually speak.

"Yes, yes, that appears to be true. Now, more importantly, though, notice the overall contrast in body shape. Do you see it class?"

They could indeed see it but their attention had to be drawn to it, as they were all focused on the more specific differences. "The typical female has what is often called an 'hour glass shape,' due to her relatively narrow waist," Miss Baker accented her point with her yardstick, tracing it along Suzannah's body as she spoke, "and wider hips. Whereas the male," shifting her yardstick now over to Robert, "has a 'V' shape due to his narrower hips, larger rib cage and wider, more muscular shoulders. You really do have quite broad shoulders now, don't you, Robert."

"I suppose ma'am." He was feeling such a strong urge to cover himself, to protect his modesty, with his hands, but he knew this was a clear violation of the rules of The Program and would quite obviously not be tolerated in a class such as this. But, it was so difficult to stand there, as so many of the girls' eyes were clearly focused on his genitalia rather than his shoulders, and by their smirks, smiles, and giggles, he could tell that they were certainly enjoying themselves at his expense

"The male, of course, tends towards being more muscular due to high levels of testosterone. On average, the adult male produces about twenty to thirty times the amount of testosterone than an adult female."

"Where does he produce it, Miss Baker," Beth asked, quite innocently.

"Good question, Beth. Well, uh, testosterone is primarily secreted in his testes."

"His what?"

"His testicles, Beth," Miss Baker instructed, propping Robert's up, or more accurately, bouncing them up with the tip of her yardstick, producing even more giggles. "Right here, in his scrotum." The girls openly laughed at that word and at the sight of Miss Baker bouncing Bobby's balls. "Now, now!" Miss Baker scolded. "We will have none of that."

"Oh yes, of course, I see," Beth meekly replied, a bit embarrassed herself, although clearly not as much as Robert.

"Testosterone is secreted as well by the ovaries of the female, although small amounts are secreted as well by the adrenal glands." There was really nothing to bounce there, and Miss Baker just pointed in the general direction of Suzannah's ovaries, which didn't really help clarify the matter for a number of the boys.

"The female tends to have less muscle mass and higher body fat due to the effects of estrogen. Estrogen, of course, also contributes to the development of her, um, her," she said a bit more quietly, "her breasts." She pointed her yardstick at Suzannah's titties, which she thrust out rather proudly for the class.

"They're a bit small, aren't they Miss Baker," Jennifer suggested. Jennifer had quite large breasts and, more importantly, she wasn't really appreciating the fact that Billy Norris, the boy sitting next to her, whom she was dating, was so clearly entranced by Suzannah's puny titties. She normally had Billy's full attention and never did like it when his eyes followed an attractive figure walking by. Perhaps she should expect him to be interested when this figure was not only attractive but also buck naked. But, still, she was quite annoyed, even jealous, and she wanted to bring Suzannah down at least a peg or two.

"Well, yes, yes, they are smaller than the average size. According to manufacturers of brassieres, the average breast size of the American female has grown from a 34B to a 36C, although I don't know if you can really trust this source. How large is your bosom, Suzannah?"

Suzannah didn't really like answering that question. It did seem like a rather personal question. How many girls are asked to announce their breast size in class? Besides, she knew they were small and she hardly wanted to provide the objective, quantified specifics. But, drawing on her courage as a participant, she thrust them out as boldly as she could and announced, "32B, ma'am."

Miss Baker could hear the dejection in her voice, and she regretted putting Suzannah on the spot like that. "Well, yes, a bit small, but class, aren't they terribly well shaped?"

"Oh yes, Miss Baker," they all agreed, particularly the boys, although they mostly just nodded. Their enthusiastic agreement was more fully expressed by the growth within their briefs and boxers.

"Yes, yes, they are really quite firm and perky. Believe me, dear, most any woman my age would trade." Her forthright admission and humor lightened the tension. Suzannah smiled in appreciation.

Jennifer, however, spoke up again. "Yes, well, much larger ones can also be just as nicely shaped," she said, turning to Billy to be sure he understood the intention of her remark.

"Would you like to show the class what you mean, Jennifer?"

The boys' eyes widened with delight. That would be a terribly good idea, as they could indeed tell that Jennifer had really big breasts. Instructors were allowed to have members of the class join the participants if it would further the classroom instruction. The students would be hard pressed not to participate as it was understood that if they were going to benefit from the presence of a participant they should be willing to contribute as well, at least within the privacy of a particular classroom experience. Jennifer, however, wasn't the least bit interested in doing so. "Uh, no ma'am, no, that's fine. I didn't really mean myself."

She didn't like implying that hers were not in fact well shaped, but that was better than having to take off her blouse and brassiere.

Miss Baker, in any case, hadn't expected her to do so. It was a bluff to get her to stop being so disruptive. "Well then, yes. Let's then turn our attention back to Suzannah." It was disappointing to the boys that they wouldn't get to see Jennifer's boobs, but turning their attention back to the perky titties of Suzannah was still very appealing, to say the least. "Females have wider hips due to the effect of female hormones during puberty. The widening of the pelvis provides the body with the space necessary for childbearing." Miss Baker again slid her yardstick along the curves of Suzannah's hips. She was, however, confused by one point.

"Suzannah, you have been through puberty, haven't you?" This was a rather odd question, given her age and breast development, albeit not particularly large development.

"Well, yes, ma'am, of course."

"I know, I know, it's just that, well, you haven't any pubic hair."

The boys had certainly noticed that already. Some of them frankly wondered if she hadn't yet grown any. Perhaps she was prepubertal? It seemed rather odd for someone 18 years old, to say the least, but eyes could not be deceiving.

"I shaved myself, Miss Baker, down there."

"You shaved your, um, your vagina?" She was incredulous. "I have never heard of such a thing."

Suzannah provided the explanation she had given to President Rayburn. "Well, I thought that it would be more consistent with the spirit of The Program. Not hiding anything from view, you know." She looked down at herself. "This way you can see everything better."

Miss Baker nodded but was still confused. She was a little unnerved by the bald pussy, although Suzannah was certainly right that it was actually helpful to her class, to her instruction.

"I think it even looks kind of pretty this way, don't you?" Many of the boys nodded in sincere agreement. It really did look nice all bare-ass, so to speak; as fresh and pure as when she was first born.

"Yes, well, um. Where was I? Oh yes, um, due to the action of testosterone, males also develop a more prominent brow bone across the center of the forehead, a squarer jaw, and larger ears and nose." A few of the students could not help chuckling as she pointed at Robert's "larger" ears.

"Because females do not have the same levels of testosterone, these features do not develop to the same extent. Female faces are generally more similar to that of a girl." Miss Baker hesitated after her last point. Suzannah was indeed looking quite young, with her diminutive height, feminine facial features, spectacles, and shaved cunnie. That was all quite fine, but when standing there naked, it was a little disconcerting.

Still, Suzannah did look awfully cute and she smiled proudly at Miss Baker, her hands clasped behind her bottom, swinging her hips as she enjoyed being so helpful to Miss Baker's class.

"Yes, well, now let us focus on some of the more specific anatomical differences between the man and the woman." Grins widened and heads leaned forward. This was what they were most interested in. "Do you see a quite distinct, specific difference?"

They all certainly did. Miss Baker saw where their eyes were glued and she sighed with exasperation. The kids today just seemed so much more unruly and undisciplined than she had remembered when she was their age. "No, no. We haven't gotten there yet, although we will be there shortly. No, I mean up here." She carefully touched Robert's neck with her yardstick. "Robert's Adam's Apple."

Many of the students had no idea what she was referring to, but when they looked, they could indeed see a distinct difference. "When boys go through puberty, the hormones also cause the larynx to grow rapidly, deepening their voices and causing this bulge to form. Girls' voices also deepen with puberty, but since their larynxes don't tend to grow as much, they don't usually develop an 'Eve's apple.'" She smiled at her little joke, although many of the girls had already heard this reference. In any case, they were much more interested in a different bulge.

Sally in fact spoke up. "What about his penis, Miss Baker?"

"In just a moment, Sally. We will get to his penis. Just be patient."

"Yes, ma'am," she dutifully replied. The girls smiled at Sally's indiscreet impatience, but they also knew that they were more than ready to get to the meat of the matter.




Naked at College 02 Pt. 01



"I want to provide one final demonstration for you of the differences in body shape and distribution. Suzannah."

"Yes, ma'am?" She stepped forward.

"If you would, turn sideways to the class, get down on your knees, and clasp your buttocks with your hands."

This was a quite unusual request. She didn't at all understand what useful purpose this would serve. But, students often fail to appreciate the wisdom of their professors. She did as she was instructed, even clasping her little fanny cheeks with her hands.

"Oh wait, yes, I forgot one thing. First, measure a distance from your elbow to the tips of your fingers, starting from your knees."

This was now even more mysterious, at least to Suzannah. She let go of her bum and rested her arm on the floor in front of her bent knee, measuring from her elbow out straight to the tips of her fingers.

"Very good, now again grasp firmly your buttocks and lean forward to touch the floor with your nose at that distant point."

It at first seemed to be quite a difficult task, but it turned out to be not at all difficult for her, although in doing so the boys toward the left side of the room got quite a nice picture of Suzannah's precious fanny rising up. In fact, with her hands grasping her cheeks, they naturally spread fully open, as if she was spreading them for the boys, giving them a very delightful sight right down into the brown valley to her cute red rosebud. Quite a few of them really could not resist grasping as well something of their own. And, of course, from this angle, they were also presented with a backside view of Suzannah's preciously shaved cunnie. There was something about seeing it presented this way, as if she was a doe presenting herself to her buck. She was quite proud though of having successfully performed the experiment. She sat back on her haunches, smiling up at Miss Baker, stilling holding onto her cheeks. Miss Baker hadn't told her to let go.

"Alright now, very good, Suzannah. You can get up. Now, Robert, why don't you give it a try."

Suzannah got back up, a big smile on her face.

Robert took the complementary position, measured out the distance, and grasped his buttocks, which he found really quite demeaning. He had no interest in spreading his cheeks open for the girls, or, even worse, for the boys, toward the right side of the class, but he knew that he would inevitably do so as he bent forward.

The girls did indeed smile victoriously at his embarrassed exposure as his bottom rose up and cheeks spread apart, his hairy balls swinging beneath them.

And then Robert quickly let go of his cheeks as he clumsily fell forward, almost slamming his nose against the floor. He had assumed that it would be as easy for him as it had been for Suzannah. But, it was not.

"Go ahead, Robert," Miss Baker suggested. "Try again, if you want. You certainly don't want to have this little girl show you up now, do you?" That was perhaps not called for, but boys did naturally assume that they could match anything physical that a girl could do. It was just a playful teasing.

Robert did try again, and again, and again. But, each time it was the same. The girls were now laughing quite openly at his multiple layers of embarrassment, spreading his cheeks and then falling forward. Robert felt mortified, nor was it too pleasant for the boys. Their erections were quickly lost as they saw a member of their sex so visibly mocked.

Miss Baker did eventually see that it was perhaps going too far and she ended the exercise. "Alright, Robert, that's enough." He gladly but ruefully got to his feet. "It's not, of course, Bobby's fault. It's simply a physical demonstration of differences between men and women with regard to shape and weight distribution. Let's now get to the heart of the male anatomy," so to speak.

Robert was terribly relieved to have the spectacle end, but he wasn't too sure that it was going to be any better facing the class so that the girls could inspect his penis and testicles. The class grew quiet as they expectantly waited for Miss Baker to proceed.

Robert took a deep breath.

Miss Baker took a deep breath as well. She knew she had to maintain her own composure if she expected the students to do so as well. But, it had been awhile since she had last handled male genitalia. "Alright then, girls, and boys, um, well, the most distinctive difference between a boy and girl is provided by the genitalia. The male genitalia, as you can see." They certainly did. "Consists of the penis." She lifted up Robert's penis with the tip of her yardstick, like she was lifting up a snake with a stick. "And, his testicles." She dropped the penis and pressed the yardstick into his thighs to get to his balls. He opened his legs up further to provide her better access. She slid the edge of the yardstick beneath his nuts and lifted them up once again. "The scrotum is a thin sac of skin and muscle in which lie Robert's testicles. The scrotum acts as a climate control system, allowing the testicles to be slightly away from the rest of the body, keeping them a bit cooler than normal body temperature for optimal sperm development." It was a comical sight but the girls still blushed at the thought of his sperm.

"Of course, the most notable part of the male anatomy would be the glans, which, I'm afraid, is actually hidden in this case. As you can see, Robert still has his foreskin. It kind of looks like he's all cuddled up in his little pale comforter."

The girls giggled at that, and the boys with foreskin cringed. The boys without smiled. They were glad that they had been circumcised, as they did feel the skin covering looked a little silly, if not gross. "But, a foreskin can be a good thing. It provides a natural protection to the glans, as well as facilitating lubrication and stimulation." The boys with foreskin blushed at that. They knew full well what she meant by that, although perhaps she wasn't actually referring to their masturbation. It wasn't really clear, but they were not about to ask for clarification. "Of course, you must be careful, boys, to keep it clean." She leaned the yardstick against the blackboard, reached over, carefully took hold of Robert's penis with her thumb and finger, and pulled the foreskin back. She could feel her heart racing. "Be sure to wash beneath it when you bathe. I'm sure your mothers though explained this to you."

Robert cringed and looked away, his face turning a deep red.

"Now we can see the glans, which has many important components, including the urinary meatus." She pointed the head of the penis to the class and squeezed it, opening up the slit.

Nobody really wanted to see that, nor did Robert particularly like showing it.

"And, of course, the corona, the sulcus." Miss Baker proceeded through the penis parts, lifting and posing the head to illustrate various parts, pointing each out with her index finger. She had to stifle a grin. It was a really handsome penis and she had to admit to taking some pleasure in this demonstration. She wondered if it would be helpful to have some of the other boys display their penises as well. Perhaps some of them are circumcised. It might be useful to compare the penises. She found her thoughts to be drifting away as she covered each minute detail, for the benefit of the class.

Robert found the whole experience to be excruciatingly embarrassing but, as a young man, he could not deny the pleasure of the feel of a pretty woman handling his penis, particularly as she was so gently, lightly, sliding her finger along his sensitive head. He surely hoped that he would not get excited. He tried to think of playing golf. He liked to play golf. He imagined putting. You have to really concentrate while putting. You can't let yourself be distracted, although not too many golfers are asked to putt while an attractive woman is fondling, stroking, your naked penis.

Miss Baker lifted his penis up straight so that the class could see the underside. "And, here is one of the more important parts of the penis, the frenulum." She lightly slid her finger up and down the very sensitive skin. "The frenulum is a Y-shaped web of skin that connects the foreskin to the underside of the head of the penis." She carefully turned the penis in different directions, so that everyone could see, all the while lightly caressing him with her finger. In his imagination, Robert kept flubbing his putt. "This is the most sensitive part of the penis, containing quite a number of nerve endings."

"Miss Baker," Robert quietly warned.

"See? I am trying to touch Robert every so lightly, but he is clearly feeling quite stimulated." She continued to caress the boy or, more accurately, the underside of his penis. "Circumcision usually removes quite a bit of the frenulum, which is clearly a loss to the boy." The boys with foreskin now had a moment of their own to smile, and they did. 

Robert though was doing much more than that. His penis was swelling up.

"Oh my!" Miss Baker squeaked as she felt the expansion with her fingers. She quickly let go, but it did not fall back down to its original limp state. It was now hanging out, like a fishing pole with a heavy catch on the line, and the pole was slowly succeeding in pulling up its catch. "Oh my, oh my," she repeated as she saw him growing in size before her eyes, as well as the eyes of the girls in the class, which were expanding as well at the sight of his growth. Miss Baker tried to maintain her composure. "Yes, well, as you can see, girls, and boys, Robert is developing an erection. This was, of course, a natural result of the frenulum stimulation."

"Oh yes, Miss Baker," Suzannah offered, "Robert gets a really big one." Quite a bit tittering could be heard. Suzannah furrowed her brow. She did not understand how this factual statement was so amusing to the girls.

"Yes, well, Robert, um, please, I have, um, stopped the stimulation. You can let it go back down." She turned to her students. "Now, don't you worry, it will go back down in a second."

Robert clenched his eyes shut, desperately trying to think of anything other than sex, but knowing that all of these girls were looking at his growing hard-on made this so terribly difficult.

"It's really getting big, Miss Baker," Tracie observed.

"Oh my, yes," Miss Baker observed. She realized that she would just have to accept its condition and move forward. "Well, of course students, you should know the reason a boy gets an erection." They think they knew darn well why Bobby got an erection: it was Miss Baker tickling it!

"The primary physiological mechanism is the autonomic dilation of arteries supplying blood to the penis which fills three spongy erectile tissue chambers, causing it to lengthen and stiffen." Miss Baker slid her finger up and down the shaft of his growing cock to illustrate her point. She could feel a bit of warmth within her own thighs as well. The students started to take notes. They knew it was a good chance this would be on the test. "The engorged erectile tissue also presses against and constricts the veins that carry blood." Miss Baker took hold of his erection with her index finger and thumb and turned the stiff shaft left and right, so that everyone could see. His aroused state and large size were at least helpful as you could now actually see engorged blood vessels. "More blood enters than leaves the penis until an equilibrium is reached where an equal volume of blood flows into the dilated arteries and out of the constricted veins; a constant erectile size is then achieved." And, by now, Robert had clearly achieved quite an equilibrium. "My goodness," Miss Baker exclaimed. "He's awfully big, isn't he, Miss Baker," Sally observed, expressing the thought shared by everyone in the room, including Miss Baker.

"I told you so," exclaimed Suzannah, with some satisfaction.

Miss Baker had never seen one this large before. It would certainly be thick within her hand, and it must be eight to even nine inches. She used her yardstick to check. It was indeed really quite big.

Many of the boys were now feeling a little envious. None of them wanted to be in Robert's position, having their erect penises measured by Miss Baker, but they did wish they had one as big as his.

Sally further inquired, "Are all guys this big, Miss Baker?"

"Um, no, no, Sally, I'm afraid, I mean, no, not really." She rested the yardstick against the wall and lightly placed her finger on the tip of Robert's erect dick, circling it around and around, contemplating its size and shape. "You can see, um, how shiny the head is now, all engorged with blood. It's really quite a brilliant red."

Many of the girls were also feeling very warm themselves. Robert squeezed his eyes shut. He was trying to distract his thoughts away from the delicate, sensual touch of Miss Baker's finger. If she kept this up he might even go over the top, and that would be mortifying. 

Miss Baker though was lost in her own thoughts, or more accurately his cock. She was just mesmerized by its stoutness. It was really quite impressive, even intimidating. She wondered what it would feel like inside her. Perhaps size did matter? Could she even take it? She realized that she would like to find out.

"Miss Baker," Robert whispered, snapping her back to reality.

"Oh yes, yes," she replied, reluctantly removing her fingers from his thick, proud plum.

"Let's, um, turn our attention to the other sex." The boys were quite happy to do that. The girls, however, did nothing to shift their attention. They knew what they wanted to look at, and Miss Baker noticed the problem. "Bobby," she suggested, "why don't you turn to face the blackboard, perhaps that will help you relieve the problem."

Robert was relieved for the privacy. He was now showing the girls his butt, but that was a lot less troublesome than his erection. He could feel himself instantly begin to relax, although he also did feel a bit silly, like he was back in grade school, standing in the corner and, in this case, it was for exposing his erection to girls in the class.

"Now, let's take a look at Suzannah." Suzannah smiled proudly. This was what she had been waiting for. She clasped her hands behind her back, waiting for her moment in the sun. "Yes, well." Miss Baker was still clearly lost in her thoughts. "There really isn't much to see here. Just her vaginal mound and crevice." She had lost her enthusiasm for further lecture. Suzannah's cunnie was quite minimal in form, but the boys felt that it was still very intriguing. They had quite a number of questions that were left unanswered.

Suzannah literally stepped forward to fill the breach by offering her own breach. "Here let me open it up so everyone can see inside." She reached down and spread open her slit, revealing to the class her inner lips, as well as the moist inner crevices and folds usually hidden inside. "Up here, toward the top, is, of course, my clitoral hood." The boys, and the girls, were dumbstruck at her comfort with this most intimate display. "A bit down below is my urethral opening." She looked up to the class. "You know, where I pee." The boys were not particularly interested in that. "And, just a bit farther down, is my vaginal opening. You know, where a guy would put his penis."

The boys' erections rapidly returned. It was the girls' turn to feel embarrassed. Sally though suggested, "You know, I don't think Robert could fit in there." That didn't actually generate much of any giggles. It seemed to be a stone cold truth, and one that made everyone a little uncomfortable thinking about.

"Well, I never actually had any guy in there before although, if you have a speculum, Miss Baker, you would be able to see that my hymen is gone." She was speaking so clinically, but that did not diminish the erotic appeal, at least for the boys. They were enthralled. This was far and away the best class they had ever taken at Abberville.

"Yes, well, I suggest we now split into two groups. Suzannah, why don't you set up over there, at the other side of the room. The boys can come to you for a closer look, and the girls can come up here to study Robert." The girls and the boys were both ecstatic.

Suzannah scampered across the room, her little titties wiggling as she went, the boys' eyes following closely her perky tush as she passed them by.

Robert bowed his head. He was the only one in the room not enthusiastic.

Suzannah waited expectantly at the back of the room for the boys to arrive for their closer inspection. She could feel her heart fluttering in anticipation, and she took a few deep breaths to try to calm herself down. This was her first class, her first real in depth Program exercise, and she wanted it to go well. She certainly hoped that she could help the boys out, that it would be a good learning experience for them.

They certainly did appear eager. The students were sitting in those traditional classroom combined table-chairs, and a few of them almost crashed to the floor as the boys scrambled to get out of them to be the first to arrive, to get the best places around her body.

They circled around her like a pack of dogs in heat which, Suzannah had to admit, did make her feel a bit uncomfortable. She noticed rather obvious bulges in the pants of a few of them, and she was a little disappointed to see that. She was hoping that this would be a serious scientific study. She would certainly be thrilled if her classes included live models and real data to bring to life her studies. But, she also understood that boys will be boys, and it might be difficult for some of them not to get at least a little excited. After all, she was a naked girl, and her mother did say that she was a rather pretty girl. Mothers though can be a very biased source for such an opinion. The excited state of the boys did at least suggest that perhaps her mother was right. She could at least take some satisfaction in that. The fact that they had erections wasn't all that bad.

The boys were indeed quite excited. Previous laboratory studies in this class included dissections of frogs, salamanders, and even, one time, Miss Baker brought in a human finger. All of that had been quite interesting, albeit a bit gross. This was really much more interesting, to say the least.

The boys crowded around Suzannah, with quite a bit of pushing and positioning. Everybody, of course, wanted to be right in front, although Timmy Evans actually got right behind her. This was one time that his particular predilection proved to be advantageous. For most everyone else, this was the least desirable location but, for Timmy, he felt he had just been provided his dream. Suzannah had such a cute little bottom: so perky, so round, and so naked! His cock was straining within his slacks just gazing upon her sweet, precious crack.

The other boys were transfixed by a different crack, albeit a few of them were looking higher up, largely because they were at her side and did not have a particularly good vantage point for her cunnie. They were naturally disappointed, but not terribly so. They were still grinning ear to ear to be looking at, and standing this close to, a naked girl's titty. Suzannah did not have particularly large titties, as Miss Baker had indicated, but they were still real live naked ones that were within arm's reach.

Nobody, though, was reaching out to touch anything. They were understandably uncertain whether this would be allowed. They had been allowed to touch the frogs and the salamanders; in fact, they were required to do so even if they didn't really want to. But, this did seem to be a bit different. Touching a naked girl like this might even constitute some sort of a sexual harrassent, for all they knew.

Miss Baker, though, reassured them. "Now, students, I don't want you to just look. You need to explore the anatomy as well. Get your hands dirty, so to speak. Really get a good feel of the specimen."




Naked at College 02 Pt. 01



She was saying this as she was staring at Robert's cock, now about 50% limp. It was still pretty impressive in this state, at least compared to those she had seen in the past, and she was not about to just look at it. Having touched it once, she wanted to do so again.

In the meantime, with Miss Baker's permission, actually her instruction, the boys dove in and got their hands dirty as quick as possible. Suzannah was in fact almost shoved to the floor. Perhaps she might have been if not for the fact that Timmy groped her behind almost as strongly as the hands pressed from the front.

Their enthusiasm for exploring her body though was very gratifying for her. She could tell that she must be providing a tremendous service. They were clearly terribly interested in exploring most every inch of her body. Admittedly, they were not particularly interested in some of her parts, but that was understandable. The focus of Miss Baker's lecture had been on sexual anatomy, and that would naturally mean that the boys were suppose to explore in particular these parts of her anatomy, and they did so with considerable vigor.

There was even a bit of pushing and shoving. When Alex loudly complained about being pushed to the side, Miss Baker reluctantly turned her attention away from Robert's cock to establish better order and discipline. "Now, listen here boys," she exclaimed from across the room. "Don't make me come over there. You will be sorry if I have to do that." They knew darn well that was true. They sure as heck didn't want the professor standing over them as they explored Suzannah's body, and Miss Baker would indeed be very annoyed to have to let go of this really big, wonderful cock just to discipline some delinquent boys. "I want all of you to be respectful of each other, and of Suzannah. Take your turn and make room so that everyone can have an opportunity."

Alex was quickly allowed back in. Anytime one boy was getting a crack at Suzannah's crack that meant another boy did not, but they fully realized that they had been given a tremendous opportunity here, one that does not come along very often, and they were not about to let greed or jealousy ruin it.

Suzannah appreciated Miss Baker's scolding. She had been starting to feel a little overwhelmed, maybe even a bit nervous, if not panicked. It's a little disconcerting, to say the least, to be a naked girl, and a rather little one at that, manhandled by a crowd of guys. It was all for the sake of science and education, but she had to admit to feeling a bit unsettled there for awhile. Upon Miss Baker's warning, though, the chaos quickly dissipated.

She was still covered by quite a number of feeling, exploring, and groping hands, but they were now more measured, careful, even polite. It was really a terribly strange experience. It would have been odd enough for one boy to be running his hands all over her naked body, but she could hardly count the number that were exploring, caressing her. It felt like she had fallen into a pit of a hundred floating hands, feeling her in her most intimate of places.

It wasn't like, though, a bad feeling. On the contrary, much of it felt really, really nice. It would be stimulating enough to have a young man explore her titties. She was feeling about 5-15 hands exploring her titties. She couldn't really give a precise number because they kept changing and moving around. Her nipples quickly stiffened, and some of the hands and fingers then focused their attention just on her nips. It was actually kind of exciting. She could feel her cunnie getting warm and moist.  Of course, her thighs and cunnie were getting most of the attention, and a number of the boys' fingers were trying to get up inside. It felt like a herd of puppies trying to get at a single teat, with most of them not even knowing where it was. "Would you guys like me to open it up again?"

She was greeted with a chorus of "Oh yes!" "Absolutely!" "Yet bet" She smiled in appreciation for their enthusiastic interest. She reached down and used her index fingers to spread open her lips. The boys gasped in awe. The ones right in front kneeled down to get a better look, which was very much appreciated by those toward the back of the group.

"Can you see the clitoris okay?"

The boys in front nodded vigorously, a few of them stuck their own hands down into their pants. Johnny spoke up. "It actually looks a little bigger than it did before."

"Well, it does do that when I diddle it." The boys with their hands down their pants squeezed real hard at that revelation. "And, some of you guys are kind of stimulating it that way, you know, like Miss Baker did to Robert."

"You mean, like this?" Johnny offered, reluctantly pulling his hand out of his pants to reach out and rub Suzannah's erect clit.

"Oh yes," she gasped, feeling now a little lightheaded and breathless. "But, you know, um, don't do it real hard. Be kind of gentle like."

"Here, let me try," asked Alex. Johnny reluctantly moved aside. He clearly did not want to do so, but if anyone complained a second time, there was unlikely to be a second chance for any of them.

Suzannah was now engulfed by quite a number of fingers attempting to diddle her clit, and an equal number taking turns sliding up inside her. She didn't mind. She knew that this was all part of their education, part of the demonstration. She at times did say, "That's enough, that's enough," partly to encourage the boy who was currently diddling or fingering her to let another one get a chance, but also to give herself at least a momentary breather, albeit each time only a very, very brief moment of relief before the next finger stepped in.

It wasn't too long before she was finding herself feeling a bit weak in the legs. "Um, I need, uh, guys, to um." She didn't want to fully explain her predicament, but she did let go of her lips in order to use her hands to steady herself on the shoulders of one or two guys in closest proximity.

Her cunnie immediately closed, but just as quickly a couple of boy fingers pitched in to open them back up again so other fingers could more easily explore her clit and hole.

Timmy, in the meantime, had become a bit emboldened in the rear. He at first just pleasured himself by fondling Suzannah's bottom. That was itself a tremendous treat. He had never felt a real girl's bottom before. This was so cool. Her fanny felt so soft, so round, so adorable. He squeezed and caressed to his heart's content, at times even sliding his fingers up and down her crack, albeit not so far to actually touch her in her most secret, personal spot. He did though go so far as to occasionally lightly pat her bottom, like he was giving her a little spanking.

Suzannah didn't seem to mind. She never reached back to slap his hands away. It seemed as if she was just presenting her naked bottom to him to do with what he wished, a fantasy that a boy would never imagine ever coming true.

When he saw boys in front kneeling down he did likewise in the rear, and then went for more. He grasped each of her cheeks in his hands and spread them apart, revealing to his eyes the sight of a Suzannah's puckered little rosebud. His cock was now straining in his pants.

Suzannah was a bit surprised when she felt the boy behind her spread open her bottom cheeks. That seemed a bit personal, if not odd. But, she was now herself likewise spreading open her cunnie lips. Was this really any different? In fact, as she thought further about it, it was actually impressive that a boy was interested in that part of her anatomy. Obviously, this was a boy who was not just into this for some sort of voyeuristic pleasure. Her anus was not part of her sexual anatomy, or at least she never considered it that way.

'Oh my!' she thought, as she felt a finger suddenly touch her on her anus. Her sphincter instinctively tightened up, denying any possible access. She could not possibly imagine a boy wanting to touch her there. This was indeed a very dedicated young investigator, being willing to explore her most dirty, naughty part of her body. She tried to relax her sphincter, to give him access if he wanted to actually explore inside. Thank goodness, she thought, that she had gone poop in the morning, or that could be terribly, terribly embarrassing. It was plenty disconcerting already, to say the least, but she did not want to discourage the young man from gaining the knowledge that he was seeking.

However, it was not easy for him to get his finger up there. He kept pushing but the dryness of her anus was making it so difficult, in fact even rather uncomfortable for her. It was hard for her to relax her sphincter when the intrusion felt so discomforting. Even the arousal and excitement she was feeling from the boys in front wasn't enough. Fortunately, however, he stopped. He appeared to have given up, and she had to admit that she felt relieved. His poking and pushing was even beginning to hurt a bit. On the other hand, she was a little disappointed as they had apparently failed in the experiment.

Timmy recognized that he needed some lubrication. He shifted his hand from her anus to in between her legs to try to get some of the considerable moisture that was now leaking down Suzannah's thighs. It was rather difficult to get through the competition of fingers on the other side, but his unique angle did offer some advantage. However, he also recognized that there was more than one source for lubrication. As he forced a finger into the mix that was crowding her cunnie, he also forced his face into Suzannah's cheeks.

"Oh!" Suzannah squealed as she suddenly felt a nose against her bottom and then pushing into, in between more precisely, her butt cheeks. This boy was really studying this part of her anatomy quite closely! And, then, as his nose worked its way down the crack of her fanny, she felt his warm, wet tongue tickle her anus.

"Oh my gosh," she yipped. She at first thrust forward to escape the very oddly ticklish sensation, which a boy in front of her truly appreciated, as it helped him to thrust his finger up her cunnie. But, the boy behind her apparently was not going to be denied, and he continued to lick and lap at her anus, causing her to wiggle and shimmy on the finger in front of her, much to the delight of everyone watching. They could see that she was really getting into this. She might look all terribly young and innocent, with those studious glasses, tiny breasts, and shaved pussy, but she clearly appreciated the feel of a guy's finger up her pussy.

Timmy was delighted. He was actually now licking a girl's anus. He had always wondered what this would be like. He assumed that it would be terribly disgusting. He couldn't imagine licking his own asshole, or asking a girl to do that, but he was nevertheless attracted to the idea of doing it for a girl, and he was not disappointed. She did, at first, taste a little bitter, and the scent was very musky in between her cheeks, but he felt he was now in such a terribly delightful place, his cheeks wrapped by the soft, squishy cheeks of Suzannah's bottom, his tongue pleasuring her in the most intimate of ways, something that none of the other guys in the front would be willing to do.

After awhile, Suzannah did in fact find that it was kind of nice. What girl doesn't like being tickled, and she was surprised at the sensitivity of the nerve cells on her anus. She at first struggled against the tongue, trying to escape it, but she eventually just settled back down and rested her bottom against the boy's face. She wasn't entirely sure what he was learning by licking her anus, but she was certainly learning something new about herself. She was becoming quite sexually excited.

If all she was experiencing was a guy licking her anus she might not have gotten this excited, or perhaps even aroused. But, coupled with the many hands feeling her breasts and nipples and just as many fingers manipulating her clit and sliding in and out of her pussy, it wouldn't be too long before she went over the edge. She squeezed tightly on the shoulders of the boys, who could very well see that this girl was close to an orgasm, and that would be a sight that would be terribly instructive. They really wanted to help her get there.

She was in fact disappointed when she felt the tongue disappear, just when she thought she was there. But, it was soon replaced by a finger. His finger had now returned to her anus, which was now quite thoroughly lubricated and he had no difficulty slipping it up inside "Oh my gosh boys," she exclaimed, not making any attempt to deny her rising excitement. She was impaled on both sides, one finger screwing in and out of her very tight, virginal pussy, another pushing its way up her equally tight butt hole. She instinctively rose up on her tip toes, trying to escape these intrusions, but any effort to escape was really futile and clearly she didn't really want to. Instead, she found herself essentially dancing and prancing on her toes, on their fingers, as other fingers and hands continued to caress, massage, and grope her breasts and clit, the feel of an impending climax soon returning.

Robert's experience was somewhat different, probably due to the presence of Miss Baker to maintain control. She at first took charge herself. After all, she was the instructor and it was her duty to demonstrate to the girls the proper way to explore, to handle, the male penis. As the girls crowded around Robert, she firmly grasped the stem of his cock. "Now girls, let's see if we can get this penis back to its state of erection. I think that would be most helpful, don't you agree?"

"Oh yes, Miss Baker," each of them said, their eyes widening, their mouths watering, at the sight of their instructor's hand wrapped around the thick stem of Robert's semi-erect cock.

"Yes, I think it would be most helpful. You will then be able to see its specific parts in fuller relief."

Robert braced himself against the blackboard as he felt Miss Baker stroke his cock. He felt really confused. On the one hand, it was obvious that she knew what she was doing, and there was no denying that he enjoyed it; actually, quite a bit. Girls had given him hand jobs before, and no boy could deny that they felt real, real nice. However, he also felt like some sort of a faceless, nameless, guinea pig, a toy that consisted of just his cock, and one that was clearly being seen by these girls as some sort of an aberration, a freak of nature. He really didn't know how he should feel about this.

Miss Baker's handling of his cock was momentarily halted by her need to scold the boys, but it didn't take long for him to get erect. Any boy was going to get hard with an experienced woman stroking his cock while pretty girls stared at it intently, all of them smiling, although he wasn't sure if it was with delight or amusement, perhaps a bit of both.

"There, you see girls, when fully erect you get a better appreciation of the shape of the crown, the sulcus, the corona, and the frenulum," again sliding her finger along each component as she pointed them out.

"Can we touch it as well, Miss Baker?" Sally politely asked.

Miss Baker knew that she should let them. She had told the boys to explore Suzannah. She would have to let the girls explore Robert. But, she did hesitate, at least for a moment. Frankly, she didn't want to give it up. But, self-sacrifice was the mantra of an instructor. The education of the students came first. "Yes, certainly my dear. Here," she said, physically shifting the erect dick over toward Sally.

Sally grinned broadly as she took hold of the shaft. "Oh my goodness, Miss Baker, it's so very big. I can barely get my fingers all the way around it. Have you ever seen one this big before?"

That was clearly a very personal question, and once asked many of the girls recognized that it was perhaps impertinent. But, Miss Baker did not hesitate to answer. Only the girls were now present, and girls will openly discuss such things when they're alone. Besides, it was appropriate to share with the younger girls her wisdom, her personal experience. At the moment, she felt like their mother, and mothers would answer such questions, or at least she felt that a mother probably should be open about such things. "No honey, I must honestly say that I haven't. Sally, why don't you let another girl inspect it."

Robert was wondering if they even knew that he was there, or at least that he was something other than an erect penis. He felt like he was participating in some sort of "glory hole" experience, sticking his cock through a hole in the wall for girls to study in the absence of actually seeing or knowing to whom it belonged.

Tammy grasped hold and reaffirmed Sally's earlier observation. "I don't see how you could possibly fit this thing inside." That drew a lot of nods and exclamations of agreement. It was precisely what all of them were wondering. Tammy handed him over to Terry. Like the boys, each wanted to explore and handle it but, unlike the boys, the girls were being considerably more sharing, courteous, and restrained.

Miss Baker attempted to reassure them. "Well, it's kind of amazing what you can fit up there." She had herself attempted to use a fairly large dildo before, although she hoped that the girls would not ask her about that. She didn't think that she could be that forthright.

"Oh, I don't know, Miss Baker," Terry observed, "I think it might hurt more than it would feel good."

This was very much consistent with Robert's prior experiences, but he was not about to share that with the girls. It was bad enough that they considered him to be freakishly, harmfully, large. He wasn't about to confirm that he agreed with them and that it has been his experience that they were entirely correct.

Miss Baker changed the subject, somewhat. "Now, girls, be sure as well to handle his testicles. In fact, once a girl finishes with his penis, she can move to his testicles. The contrast of the hard tough stiffness of his penis with his soft, fragile balls is really quite striking."

Sally took this as permission for her to reach in and grab his balls, as she had already felt his shaft. However, she had to reach past a girl who was in front of her and she grabbed them a bit too tight. Robert groaned and bent over with the sudden pain. She quickly let go, fearing that she might have in fact really injured him. "Oh my gosh, did I hurt him? I'm so sorry, Miss Baker."

Robert noticed that she asked Miss Baker if he was hurt, rather than himself. Did they not notice he was there?

"No, no, dear, he's okay. A big strong boy like Robert can handle a little discomfort like that." Robert scowled at Miss Baker, but her face was turned to the girls. "But, do be more gentle." She used the excuse to join in once again and she reached down, underneath them, to demonstrate how to best handle a boy's balls. "Just cup them in the palm of your hand, feel their size and weight, and then softly fondle them with your thumb and fingers."

Robert had to admit that he did like that: a woman softly feeling his balls while a girl stroked him up and down his shaft. He felt like he was being reduced just to his dick and balls, but these two parts of his body were not complaining.

"Can I try again, Miss Baker? Please? I promise I won't hurt him."

"Of course, Sally, please, certainly."

Sally smiled broadly as she rested Robert's nuts in the palm of her hand and then softly massaged them with her fingers. "They're so squishy soft."

"You might in fact try tickling him a bit behind his balls. Some boys are actually very sensitive there."

Terry reached around him to do that, coming in from behind, not wanting to be left out any longer, and they all giggled as they saw Robert jump and twitch. He really was very sensitive there.




Naked at College 02 Pt. 02



Ms. Billinsgley understood Robert's dilemma. She had seen many students panic during a soliloquy, unable to remember lines that they had rehearsed so many times and had performed so successfully in the privacy of their homes. It became so much different when they had to perform in front of others. It can at times be difficult for a young man to perform on command, even if he has the urge and need to obtain relief. He needed some inspiration. Actors often needed inspiration to achieve their optimal performance. "I wonder, Bobby, if you wouldn't mind, I would myself feel a little more comfortable if I removed my jacket and blouse."

"Excuse me?" He wasn't too sure that he had heard her correctly.

Ms. Billingsley was indeed one of the champions of The Program at Abberville, and even politicked to have the faculty become participants. President Rayburn, however, worried that this might be going too far. He did appreciate that the faculty should always serve as role models for students, in manner of behavior, decorum, and certainly dress. Ms. Billingsley therefore argued that if the faculty were going to ask students to be naked on campus it only seemed natural that they should serve as models for the proper manner of undress. Nevertheless, Ms. Billingsley's proposal was rejected by the Abberville Board of Trustees, perhaps wondering when it would eventually stop. They certainly didn't want to see each other naked at a Board meeting or, worse yet, be seen naked by the students. Ms. Billingsley considered it to be all rather hypocritical, but she recognized that long journeys are achieved through small steps, and simply the implementation of The Program was itself a giant step toward the ultimate goal.

"I know it might be asking a lot. I don't really want to steal your thunder. You are, of course, the true participant in The Program, but I just can't help wanting to join you in at least some manner, if it is only just removing my jacket and blouse."

Robert was, of course, delighted, both with an excuse to stop trying to jerk off and with the opportunity to actually see the lovely Ms. Billinsgley remove her blouse. No boy would object to seeing this attractive woman without her blouse. "Well, ma'am, if you wish, I don't mind."

"Here, why don't you sit down here, on the couch, in my place, Bobby." She got up and took his position in front of the couch as he sat down, crossing his legs and covering himself with his hands. He felt so relieved. He could feel his heart rate slowing down, the sense of pressure and anxiety washing away.

"It's so sweet of you, Bobby, to let me do this," Ms. Billingsley said as she drew her arms from the jacket, once again revealing the sheer silk blouse through which her lacy brassiere could be seen. Ms. Billingsley was herself a talented dramatist. She knew how to get an audience to respond. Robert grasped hold of his penis once again. This time not to perform. It was now just a natural reaction.

"No, no, Bobby, actually, if you wouldn't mind, let's see what it can do on its own, on its own volition."

How odd, he thought. Just a few minutes ago he was trying to avoid having the obvious reaction to her provocative dress, then he was humiliated in being unable to get a hard-on using his hand, and now he was to just allow it to happen, and happen it did as Ms. Billingsley slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, all the time smiling flirtatiously at Robert as her lacy white bra slowly came into view. His penis began to stir. He felt he could even feel the blood entering, flowing, into his manhood.

It first just uncurled in his lap, straightening out, and then it began to slowly expand, like a oblong balloon filling with air, the head first slipping out of its cocoon of foreskin, and then stretching out, as the pumps continued to fill the pipe.

Ms. Billingsley smiled proudly at the effect she was having. It felt so nice to have such a reaction from this young man. She definitely still had it. She knew she was an attractive woman, and she dressed to demonstrate the fact. She also had her share of lovers. But, it was always a special feeling to know that, even at her age, she could turn the head of a young man, or in this case, swell the head of a young man. When all of the buttons were undone, she pulled back her blouse to open to view the full cups of her brassiere. Robert's limp dick lifted its head, like a sleepy boy who noticed something of sufficient interest to waken him from his slumber.

Ms. Billingsley's breasts were a gorgeous sight. She had such full breasts that looked all the more enticing when so carefully wrapped, no decorated, by the lacy, enticing fabric. It was feminine pulchritude at its finest, and Robert's cock twitched as it began to lift itself from his lap, like an infant first pulling himself off the ground, defying gravity as he lifted himself up.

Ms. Billingsley could not stop just with her blouse. She smiled knowingly at Robert as she reached to her side to unclasp and then unzip her skirt, the metallic tearing of the unzipping the only sound in the room, so meaningful in its significance, so provocative in its implications. Ms. Billinsgley watched as Robert's cock continued to swell and rise up as her zipper slid down.

She let the skirt fall to the floor.

She stood there, more accurately posed there, like a professional model, her hip cocked, hands gracefully at her sides, dressed only in white brassiere, matching panties, white garter belt, pink nylons, and black high heels. It was as if she had been planning this moment, which perhaps she had. She had certainly been looking forward to this private luncheon with Robert.

Robert wasn't sure where his eyes wanted to look. They moved from her full round lacy melons to the revealing "v' of her cotton cunnie. Her panties clung so closely that he could swear that he could detect a camel toe, but he wondered if that could be true for such a mature, professional woman. Her nylons were also so hot, the flashy pink crying out for attention to be drawn to her smooth, silky thighs, her long shapely legs, perched on her tall black heels.

She turned around to provide him a nice view from behind, or more accurately, her behind, which was impressively taught and firm for a woman her age, and accentuated well by her heels, which made her fanny stand up in such a nice perky manner.

He felt a strong urge now to handle his cock, now fully stiff, standing out from his lap like a weapon. He wanted to handle it, to massage it, openly under the eyes of the so very sexy professor. He reached for it, but Ms. Billingsley asserted her authority. "No, no, Bobby, leave that big man alone and come up here and join me."

He did as he was told. He was quite happy to get closer to this half-naked woman. He was even beginning to feel comfortable with his erection. Perhaps Program participation was not so bad after all? He stood before her, his hard cock pointing to her pantied cunnie.

Ms. Billingsley smiled with approval and delight. "You see, Bobby, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No ma'am," he replied, a smile for the first time appearing on his face.

"Although, of course, it is quite hard now, isn't it."

"Yes ma'am."

"Come here, Bobby, let's stand over here." She grasped him by his cock, a small gasp escaping her lips as her hand wrapped around the thick girth of his cock, and led him by his cock over to the large window at the rear of her office.

"Ms. Billingsley?" Robert queried, as he awkwardly followed along. He had been led by his hand many times by his mother. Never had she, or any other woman, led him by his stiffie. But, more importantly, she was leading him to a large open window. He dragged his feet, trying to convey to her his reluctance to expose himself, themselves, in the window like this, but Ms. Billingsley continued to tug him along by his cock.

She positioned the two of them side by side in front of the window, fully exposed to the campus. on the second floor of the Humanities Building. It was quite possible that nobody would in fact see them but, nevertheless, anyone who did happen to look up could not help but notice the sight of a young man sporting a very large hard-on, standing next to a gorgeous woman in sexy undies, holding onto his cock, slowly and softly stroking it.

"Isn't this nice, Bobby? Standing like this before the world?" Robert wasn't entirely sure. He had in fact done this a couple of times as a kid, or at least sort of like this. When masturbating in the privacy of his bedroom, he had a couple of times, well, actually, a few times, opened the curtains once he had gotten hard, and then pretended to be walking around the room, nonchalantly sporting his boner, acting as if he did not realize that the curtains were open. His heart would pound with considerable excitement, wondering if anyone, hopefully a pretty girl or one of the attractive mothers in the neighborhood, would see him and then stand, transfixed as he "innocently" put on a show.

But, this was actually much worse. The two of them did not appear to be so innocent. There was no good reason for them to be so naked. And, besides, she was handling his cock. He had always masturbated away from the window when he was younger. Actually jerking off in the exposed window seemed to him to be going too far, taking too big of a chance of someone realizing that he was doing this on purpose. "Ma'am, what if someone sees us?"

She turned to Robert and smiled reassuringly. "But, Bobby, you're participating in The Program. You're only doing what President Rayburn has requested of you. I think it would be wonderful for someone to see us."

Robert wasn't so sure, but he could not deny that he might in fact enjoy it.

"And, besides, you should feel so proud of this one. My goodness, Bobby, I'm not sure that I have ever seen one as big as yours."

Robert dropped his eyes, albeit then looking right at his aberration.

Ms. Billingsley saw his reaction to her remark, and she was frankly shocked. "What's wrong, Bobby?" she asked, squeezing the shaft to encourage him to be open and honest with her. She always found that boys opened up more when you were pleasuring their stiff penises.

He didn't really like talking about it. He had felt so mortified in Miss Baker's class. But, he did feel Ms. Billingsley's sincere concern, her regard, within the squeeze of her hand. "Don't you think I might be, like, way too big?"

Her eyes widened in surprise. She let go of his cock with her right hand and placed it on his shoulder, in the more natural gesture of concern and support, but her left hand moved over to take its place, this time lightly stroking and caressing his large bulbous bulb with the tips of her fingers. "Too big? You think you're too big?" She really couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Well, yes, ma'am." He then explained to her how girls had reacted quite negatively to its size, and the attempts at intercourse had been so unsuccessful. One girl had even suggested that he was a freak. As he spoke he was surprised at how much of himself he revealed, but then he was already so fully exposed, and it did really help to open up when a woman is fondling your erection. Ms. Billingsley was so pleased with his confession. "Well, I think it's just great then, Robert, for you to be participating in The Program, otherwise you might have continued to believe that you were a freak."

"Well, some of the girls in Miss Baker's class seemed to feel that way as well."

"Did Miss Baker say you were a freak?" She was a little worried about his answer to this question, as Miss Baker was known to be rather introverted and perhaps inhibited. She lightly scratched and tickled his balls with her fingernails as she waited for his answer.

"Well, no, no, she didn't say that. She did say that it was the biggest one she had seen."

"Well, that was probably true. I don't imagine she has seen very many. But, in any case, being the biggest doesn't necessarily mean being the worst. My goodness. Robert, it might be true that some girls will find you to be too big, perhaps more so when they are themselves young and inexperienced but, believe me, as you meet more mature and experienced women, I think you will find them to be quite appreciative." She gave the shaft a little squeeze to emphasize her point.

"You really think so?"

"Oh, Bobby, I know so. You are going to find that some girls will be even more attracted to you precisely because you're so large. The larger the penis, the more stimulation she will feel."

"That makes sense, but only to a point. At some point the stretching is painful. It's not like she wants to give birth every time she does it."

Ms. Billingsley had to laugh at that. "Bobby, you're not anywhere close to that big. Believe me, a woman's vagina can handle penises much bigger than yours, and with considerable ease and delight."

It was obvious what needed to be done. "Here, turn yourself toward me, Bobby."

He did as she instructed.

Ms. Billingsley then got down on her knees, before the large window, leaned forward, and gave him a large and long kiss on the head. Robert moaned with pleasure, and then realized that she could be seen through the window, at least from the shoulders up, and that was certainly the most important part. "Ms. Billingsley! The window!"

She broke her kiss and looked up at him, a flirtatious grin on her face. "Let them see, Bobby. I want them to see how much Ms. Billinglsey loves this big wonderful penis."

"Oh, ma'am," he groaned as she opened her mouth up wide and, like Miss Baker, engulfed the head into her mouth. She let it stay there for awhile, suckling on it like a babe on a teat, all the while lightly, gently, massaging his testicles with her fingers. It was indeed a truly big piece of meat, one that no woman could ever swallow in one bite. She felt quite exhilarated to have such a large one in her mouth.

Robert stared with wonder at the sight of this beautiful woman, dressed in only her brassiere, panties, nylons, and heels, suckling on his hard cock. If he had not cum once already today, he might have exploded in her mouth. He was now doubly grateful for that earlier cum, as he could now enjoy this even more. His eyes though did occasionally wander to the students walking below on the concourse. Nobody had yet appeared to have noticed. Not too many would have occasion to look up at a second room floor. His heart pounded with excitement, realizing that if they did look up, they would see this half-naked professor sucking him off.

Ms. Billingsley released it from her mouth with a big pop. She then stood back up, facing Robert, reached behind her, and unclasped her brassiere.

"Bobby, look at my breasts."

She really didn't have to command him. His eyes had been focused intently there once she had reached back to unclasp her brassiere.

They were truly tremendous breasts. Two lovely white hillocks, standing up so proud and bold, softly rising and falling with her breaths, capped by two very prominently pointed nipples.

"Do you see my nipples, Bobby?"

"Yes, ma'am." He sure did. Frankly, they were just about at eye level.

"See how excited I am, Bobby? Look, my nipples are standing up just like your penis."

She even tweaked them a bit to emphasize her point. Robert's mouth went dry, and he licked his lips, naturally thinking how nice it would be to lick her nipples.

"It's because of you, Bobby. Because of your big hard manly cock. It just makes me so excited to kiss a cock as big as yours." It was so odd to hear a professor speak like this, but this was one with big naked tits. In any case, opinions and arguments are one thing, physical evidence is altogether something different. Her nipples were indeed very excited.

"Suckle them, Bobby, suckle them like I did your penis."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, and leaned forward, bringing one of them into his mouth. She further encouraged him by clasping his head within her hands and crushing his face into her teat.

It was a fantastic experience, for the both of them. Bobby never felt so nurtured and Ms. Billingsley so enjoyed the feel of a young man suckling on her tit. She crushed his face to her bosom like a boy embraced by his mother, but this was clearly much more than that; much, much more than that.

As he sucked, nibbled, and lightly bit her nipple, she could feel it getting even a bit stiffer and taller. He could feel as well her breasts heaving, hear her heart pounding.

She said, "That's such a good boy, Bobby, such a good boy," as she stroked his hair. She felt so good to be helping this young man, so good to be contributing to another success of The Program.

She looked to her left. A couple of the students had now indeed noticed them. Six of them, boys and girls, were standing just below them, large grins on their faces. She just smiled in return, and even gave them a little wave, as Bobby suckled on her exposed breast, his stiff dick somewhat, but not entirely, hidden between her thighs. She considered telling Robert that they had been caught, but she thought it best not to do so. He was now feeling so secure, so comforted, in the bosom of this professor, she didn't want to break the spell. She did, though, whisper, "Bobby?"

He didn't say anything. He just nodded as he continued to suck. He never realized how wonderful it was to suck on a nipple. Why it would be was so unclear to him. Perhaps it had to do with some sort of childhood thing. But, whatever the reason, he knew he could do this for hours.

"Would you please, if you wouldn't mind, put your big manly cock into my tight little pussy?"

Robert broke away. It might have been obvious that she was leading up to this, but for him it was quite unexpected. "Are you sure, ma'am?"

"I think I can handle it. In fact, I know I can. No, no, that still isn't it. I want to handle it. I want to feel it inside me. I want to feel what it is like to be completely filled, completely taken. I want you, Bobby. I want you very, very much."

When Robert had enrolled in The Program he had no idea that it would lead to something like this. When he had enrolled in college he had no idea that it would lead to something like this. It was certainly a common fantasy, to have sex with a teacher, but no student ever dreamed that it would actually happen. And, yet, here it was, for real, in Ms. Billingsley's office. She wanted him to do it with her.

"How do you want to take me, Bobby?"

"Um, I, uh, I don't care." He cared, but he didn't really know how he wanted to do it. "Any way, um, ma'am, that you would prefer."

She turned away from him and toward her office desk. She bent over the desk, resting her hands on its far side, grasping the edge, and said, as she thought of the students on the sidewalk below, "Pull down my panties, Bobby. Would you please?"

Robert could feel a desire to cum right now. Ms. Billingsley looked so terribly provocative, bent over her desk like that, submitting herself to a student to be taken from behind. He stepped forward and grasped the waistband of her lacy white panties. Fortunately, or purposefully, she was wearing them outside her garter belt, precisely so that she could keep the shocking pink nylons on even if her panties were pulled down. He pulled them past her sweet white bum, a womanish fanny that was still terribly firm and split by such a succulent crack that ran down to an even more delicious slit of luscious lips, that were now glistening in the bright sunlight that streaked into the office through the window.

Which reminded him of the fact that the window was open. He looked behind him and saw the students outside. A few more had joined them, shocked and enthralled by the sight of the professor bent over her desk, her panties pulled down just past her bum, the crack of her pussy fully exposed, the boy standing next to her with the largest cock they had ever seen.




Naked at College 02 Pt. 02



Ms. Billingsley smiled back at him. "I guess you should pull the blinds, Bobby. I'm not too sure that it would be best to let them see the English professor be fucked from behind by one of the undergraduates. Do you?" Perhaps she should not have been so modest. After all, she had been perfectly willing to let them watch Bobby suckle her breasts. But, she also knew that one could at times go a bit too far when participating in The Program, and she didn't want to take any chances.

She didn't have to tell Bobby a second time. He pulled the blinds, much to the obvious disappointment of the students below.

He turned back to Ms. Billinsgley, who was waiting patiently for him, still in her submissive pose, waiting to be taken. He stepped up behind her to pull her panties all the way down.

"No, no, Bobby, leave them there. I like it when they're still on me."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, not really understanding why, but not minding the fact that he would still be able to see their sexiness framing her fanny as he slid his cock up into her exposed cunt. He got into position behind her, using his right hand to try to properly position himself.

Ms. Billingsley reached back, underneath her thighs, to also take hold of his cock to help guide him. She grasped his shaft and pulled him toward her opening, her hot, flushed, dripping cavity. She carefully placed the head into her entrance, pressing back a bit as he pushed forward to get it firmly lodged. "Alright now," she said, in breathless anticipation, "shove it in, shove it in hard, Bobby, real hard."

He was surprised at that. He would have assumed that she would have wanted him to proceed slowly, being careful not to hurt her. Instead, she wanted to be impaled like a doe mounted by a buck. Well, no student can disobey a professor. He cocked his hip and plunged down hard into her slit.

"Hmmmmmpph," she moaned as she felt herself impaled by his thick, stout, weapon, her body crushed into her desk by the force of his charge. It was indeed big; very, very big. But it was precisely its thickness that felt so wonderful. "Bobby, that's so good, so very, very good. Again, shove it again, and harder this time."

He thrust forward hard a second time, forcing himself even deeper inside, perhaps all the way inside. Cramming his cock deep down inside her, impaling her, almost brutally. It would have been brutal if not for the fact that she was already so thoroughly lubricated. He was giving it to her precisely the way she wanted it.

"Now fuck me, Bobby, fuck me hard, real hard." She gasped, "Fuck me like a dog in heat."

He was indeed a good boy and did as he was told, plunging hard in and out of her with quick, fast, hard, forceful thrusts.

Ms. Billingsley kept squealing, "Harder!" "Fuck me!" "Fuck me Bobby!" "Fuck me hard!" Her legs were constrained by her panties, binding her thighs together, but her butt was thrashing and thrusting. She had never felt so full, so stuffed, so fucked before, and she was so fully loving it.

"Your cock feels, unh," she grunted as he shoved hard within her tight, hot, sloppy wet cunt. "So good inside me, Bobby. So big, so hard. I love your cock, Bobby, please, give me more, fuck me so hard."

He would never imagine an esteemed, well respected professor speaking in such a filthy way. But, then again, he would never imagine that he would be fucking one over her desk. She was, though, after all, a dramatist. It was in her nature to be expressive, even perhaps a bit melodramatic. But, still, her cunt felt so good, so tight, so wet, gripping every inch of his cock as he buried it deep inside.

"You're so good, Bobby, so very, very good. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum. Oh gosh, I am! I am! I am!" And she started to twitch and jerk as her orgasm swept over her body, the muscles of her cunt rippling with spasms.

And with that Robert felt the sign that he was about to cum as well, about to explode his juice for the second time today, and this time up the twitching, shivering cunt of the lovely Ms. Billingsley. "I'm going to cum, Ms. Billingsley, I'm gonna cum too!"

Ms. Billingsley quickly pushed him back, shoving him away from, releasing his cock from, her twitching cunt with a loud slurp. Robert was shocked, but Ms. Billingsley didn't want him to cum inside her. She wanted to see this dick release its load, and she quickly turned around, grabbed hold of his cock, and dropped to her knees, aiming the monster cock at her breasts.

It felt like she was grabbing hold of a python, one that spit like a cobra, gushing its load onto her full jiggling, heaving breasts, her body still trembling from her own climax. She grabbed hard onto his cock with both hands and held it firmly in place as it gushed splats and wads of cum onto her boobs, quickly drenching them in his youthful cum, the gism soon gathering enough strength, enough volume, to spill down into her cleavage, dripping down off her pointed nipples.

Robert braced himself on her shoulders as he released his gobs of gism onto the professor's breasts. It was such an amazing, lovely sight, accompanied by the complementary physical pleasure of his rapturous orgasm sweeping through his body in thunderous waves, each accompanied by a further explosion onto Ms. Billingsley's heaving, dripping chest.

When he finished she fell back against the desk in exhaustion and relief, both of them feeling fully spent. Bobby gazed down at the pretty professor, her boobs drenched with his cum, rising and falling with her heavy breathing, his cock slowly losing its stiffness, the remaining bits of cum dripping off the tip of his dick, falling onto her pink nylons.

"Well, Bobby," she asked, "Do you feel a little better about it now?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, trying to regain his breath.

"I'm so glad," she said. She did indeed feel quite happy and proud, as she was seeing before her eyes another successful outcome of The Program, and one for which she had made a personal contribution.

Suzannah. As Hank was dropping off Suzannah he had indicated that he would return at 15 minutes to the second hour with Robert to retrieve her, at which time they would go to their final class, Developmental Psychology.

Suzannah had knocked politely on Professor Hunting's door.

Professor Hunting could be heard inside. "Yes, is that you, Suzannah?"

"Yes sir," she replied. "I'm here for our luncheon."

"Yes, well, come on in then."

Suzannah smiled broadly as she opened his door.

Professor Hunting was, not surprisingly, bent over his desk, closely studying an equation.

"Professor Hunting?" Suzannah inquired.

"Hmphh, hmmph," he replied, clearing his throat. He did not look up. "There is some soup, milk, bread, meats, and what-not for you on the coffee table. I do not myself partake in lunch. I really have too much to do."

"Yes sir," she demurely replied. She was not surprised or offended by his less than welcoming behavior. She had seen him this way before. She in fact admired his devotion, his dedication, to his work, his science. "That will be fine, sir. I'm not really hungry myself." That wasn't really true. She was in fact famished. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Professer Hunting really didn't want to look up from his equations. First, he was indeed deeply involved with his work and, second, he knew that standing before him would be little Suzannah Frost, all entirely naked. He had very mixed feelings about this, to say the least. He had not volunteered to host Suzannah for lunch. He had been asked personally to do so by President Rayburn, and you don't turn down a request by the President of the college, no matter the nature of the request.

President Rayburn had to admit feeling a bit uncomfortable about pairing a young naked female with a male professor, in the privacy of his office. He knew though that nothing untoward would happen. He could trust his faculty to be considerate, ethical, and proper with the students. But, it might have the appearance of being inappropriate, and certainly rumors could develop.

Professer Hunting though was an excellent choice precisely because of his character, or at least his personality. Professer Hunting was by all measure a workaholic, and a loner at that. He was unmarried and with no prospects of an eventual wife. One might consider that to place him at risk for an indiscretion with a young college female but the absence of a wife also avoided the possible tension and suspicions that could be engendered within the spouse of the respective male professor. More to the point, though, it was difficult to think of Professor Hunting even having the desire. He was hardly a people person, let alone a ladies man. Professor Hunting was a mathematician, and that was about it. He ate, drank, and slept mathematics.

In addition, Suzannah and Professor Hunting had already worked together. They would then feel less uncomfortable with one another, President Rayburn judged, and there would be less of a chance of any understandable sexual tension leading to an impulsive indiscretion. Professor Hunting knew Suzannah personally, and would not abuse his position and their relationship.

President Rayburn was correct, to a point. Professer Hunting had no interest in taking advantage of the situation. On the contrary, Suzannah's nudity made him very, very uncomfortable. He tried to keep his eyes fixed on the complex formulae scrawled across his note pad, but he knew that at some point he would have to look up. He was not really comfortable around other persons, let alone naked ones.

However, he did at least know what constituted rude behavior; well, sometimes he did. In any case, barely acknowledging the presence of a student in his office would probably qualify as rudeness.

But, still, this would be Suzannah, and a naked Suzannah at that.

Professer Hunting was not a ladies man, that was true. He did not date. But, it wasn't out of any lack of interest. He just felt so uncomfortable, awkward, around other persons, particularly women, and certainly attractive woman, and, well, goodness, he only rarely ever had the experience of being around a woman who was naked, let alone one as sweet, as delectable, as attractive as Suzannah. He finally looked up.

Suzannah was standing across the office from him, smiling broadly, smiling proudly, in her stark nakedness.

And, as he had remembered, she was so cute. He allowed himself only one quick glance, but it was still plenty enough.

She had the cutest little titties. He knew they would be. He had admired her prettiness, her appeal, when she had worked for him. He might be severely introverted, but that didn't make him any less of a man, or at least his shyness did not cripple his testicles. He knew what was appealing, what attractiveness looked like. Even when she was clothed his eyes would at times travel to the little mounds within her blouse, and the perky smooth roundness of her bottom. He would even allow himself the pleasure of fully gazing upon her bottom when she would bend over to get something out of a lower drawer of his filing cabinet. He particularly liked that vantage point. She had the most charming derriere. The most precious bottom.

He never revealed, admitted, his interests to her. Why would we? He knew that would be terribly inappropriate. If he had done so she would likely have filed a complaint of sexual harassment, and one that would be well deserved. There was certainly no way that she would be interested in him. He was a nerdy senior professor. She was a bit nerdy herself, but she was far prettier than he was handsome, and certainly many years his junior.

"Professer Hunting?" Suzannah softly spoke. She could see that he was even more absorbed in his work than normal. Perhaps he was on the verge of making a major discovery? Wouldn't it be exciting if the revelation occurred within her presence, during her experiment in The Program? This particular chapter of her thesis would be so terribly successful. "Would you like me to transcribe it to the board?"

When working on his quadratics Professer Hunting would often switch back and forth between the blackboard and a note pad, and one of Suzannah's responsibilities as a work study student had been to transcribe, from one to the other. It might seem to be a trivial task, but she in fact had to be quite careful not to make any mistakes, and errors were easy to commit as the formulae were often so very complex, infused with many obscure, unintelligible symbols.

"Yes, yes," Professer Hunting replied. This was indeed a good suggestion, as it would allow him an excuse to keep his attention focused on his work. "Here, here," he said, handing Suzannah a sheet of equations, not making eye contact even with her hand as he handed them to her.

Suzannah could see that he was keeping his eyes averted and she wondered if perhaps her nudity might actually be problematic for him. She would certainly hope not. She would hate to think that her presence might somehow interfere with his investigation. It would trouble her not only personally but it might also make for a rather disappointing chapter for her report. As a scientist, she did not want to favor or bias one outcome over another, but she would have to admit that she would much prefer that her report conclude that The Program facilitated rather than hindered a scientific discovery. She closely considered these concerns and problems as she carefully transcribed his written notes onto the blackboard.

In the meantime, Professer Hunting did now finally allow himself to look at her. With his latest work now in the hands of Suzannah he was obliged to wait until she caught up with him and, besides, he wanted to continue to speculate upon the equations as she transcribed them onto the board. Normally he would do so by standing right behind her, reading the page over her shoulder. He would not do so this time, as that would require gazing down at her little titties, wiggling and jiggling with such youthful energy as she transcribed his notes across the blackboard.

He did not though deny himself the opportunity to admire Suzannah's winsome bottom. He could do this safely, he supposed, as her back was to him as she was so absorbed in her transcriptions. And, her bottom was so cute, posturing and wiggling flirtatiously as she moved across the blackboard, at times stretching up high, at other times jiggling with her furious writing. She had such a nice little behind: so round, so pale, so perky, and so delightfully split by such a tender, soft valley, down which would be her young puckered rosebud. His dick swelled within his slacks. Professor Hunting even allowed himself to reach down and softly stroke his hardening cock.

He was feeling a bit guilty, looking upon her naked derriere this way. This was, afer all, the bottom of one of his young students, so much younger than himself. But, she had such a preciously girlish butt.

Suzannah could hear his silence, or at least she noticed that she was hearing nothing else besides the chalk scratching its way along the blackboard. She wondered what he was doing. Perhaps he was now looking at her?

She turned her head quickly, and caught the direction of his eyes on her bottom. Professor Hunting quickly turned away, his face reddening at the embarrassment in being caught staring at her bare butt. He had frankly worried about this before, when he would allow himself to at least briefly admire her curves, her shape, her prettiness, at times even a peek up her dress as she bent over, perhaps getting a quick glance at her soft, white thighs and maybe even a sighting of white panties, that were prettily decorated with little pink flowers. Getting caught now sneaking more than just a peek at her naked butt though was certainly far worse than a quick glance at an exposed thigh. Suzannah, though, didn't mind. She was in fact relieved. Professor Hunting apparently wasn't annoyed with her being there, and maybe in fact kind of liked looking at her bottom. As a member of The Program, she recognized that it was important to help him become more comfortable with her nakedness. It was perhaps bold of her, but a good scientist should not hesitate in such matters, and she openly broached the topic. "Professor Hunting, is it okay with you that I don't have on any clothes?"

Professor Hunting didn't know precisely what to say. He never knew precisely what to say to any girl, and he hardly had any experience answering a question like that. It was, of course, very much okay that she did not have on any clothes, but he was concerned that it was not okay why it was okay. It was okay because it was so provocative, so exciting, so enticing, but yet it felt so terribly inappropriate. "Suzannah," he said, finally speaking to her directly, albeit keeping his head adverted, "don't you feel a little uncomfortable dressed that way, I mean, well, undressed that way?" When in doubt about what to say, turn the question back on the other person.

As she had learned in her readings of The Program, when the other person feels uneasy, it can be helpful to acknowledge comparable feelings in yourself. "Well, yes sir, of course. I mean, well, you've never, of course, seen me naked before. I've worked here, in this office, so many times before, and I hadn't ever really imagined being here naked."

"Well, I certainly hadn't either myself." That was not completely true.

"And, isn't this at least somewhat interesting, Professor Hunting?" She moved up closer to him, placing her hand on his shoulder, pushing her soft little tittie against his arm.

His cock twitched in his trousers at the feel of her little tender breast. He felt he could even feel a perky stiff nipple. "Well, yea, I must say it is. My goodness, young lady."

"Wonderful, Professor Hunting! I'm so pleased. I was so hoping that you would enjoy sharing this experience with me. I mean, I have, well, so much respect for your work. You know, I want to become a scientist myself some day. I really do."

Professor Hunting knew that quite well. Suzannah had been one of his more enthusiastic, dedicated, and skilled assistants. "Well, I certainly do think you have the makings of a very successful scientist, young lady."

Professor Hunting had never been so forthrightly praiseworthy before and Suzannah was ecstatic over the compliment. "Oh, Professor Hunting!" she exclaimed, "Do you really think so?!" She impulsively leaned into him closely, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing now both of her breasts into his body. Simply hearing these words from the professor was enough to make this working lunch with him a success. When she did become a scientist she would always look back on this inspirational affirmation.

"Yes, yes, well, of course" This was one reason that he was not openly praiseworthy. He was uncomfortable with overt expressions of appreciation or affection, and would certainly be so if the student would respond by pressing her body against him, let alone a naked one. At the moment, it was not Suzannah's potential as a scientist that was on his mind or hardening within his slacks.

"I knew you would understand!" He certainly did not. "I think this is just such a wonderful opportunity for me, the chance to be one of the very first participants in The Program, to explore what it would be like to spend a day naked in the world, to study, firsthand, your own feelings and the reactions of others! Don't you agree?" 

Perhaps he might. He did at least appreciate her effort to approach this scientifically, something that he had, so far, not done so at all. "Well, I must say, I do admire your spunk."

"Professor Hunting!" Another compliment. This was indeed developing into a tremendously successful experience. She knew full well that if she had not been naked with Professor Hunting, he would never had said such things to her. She was feeling most grateful for being selected to participate in The Program. She pressed forward albeit physically stepping back. "But, sir, won't you please look at me directly. I do think that is the intention of The Program."




Naked at College 02 Pt. 02



He did not want to do so. "I don't think it's right, Suzannah. I'm not sure."

"Professor, we're scientists. Well, you are, but I want to be one. I'm at least trying to be one." She was beginning to wonder, to fear, what it would be like in her report if Professor Hunting didn't even ever look at her. "Please sir? Won't you please at least just look at me?"

Professing Hunting might be socially inept, but he could tell how important this was for this girl. With a considerable amount of reluctance, and desire, he turned to look directly at her.

And, the desire was very duly rewarded. He had not seen, in his lifetime, anything more delectable than this girl. Her breasts were such perfectly round peaches. They were not large, but they sat up so proudly on her thin small frame. Their flagrant sexuality, the nipples thrusting out so far, contrasted boldly with her cherubic face, her sweet eyes, innocently twinkling behind her bookwormish spectacles. And, when his eyes naturally went down, past her abdomen, he quietly gasped at the sight of her hairless cunnie. It was such an adorable cunnie, one that he had never seen before, not even in pictures. It was so pale and so small; just a soft cute pouch between her young firm thighs, split by just the most delicate slit. He could not imagine anything so charming, so enticing, so lustful.

"What are you thinking, Professor Hunting?"

He was a scientist, but he really couldn't be entirely honest. He did at least though approach the truth. "You are a rather pretty girl, Suzannah."

Right now she was much more than that, but as soon as he said even this he realized that perhaps he shouldn't have. Faculty members should not comment on the attractiveness of their students.

Suzannah though did not appear to mind; not at all. She liked the fact that she was appealing to the famous professor. "Well, thank you sir," she replied, and even curtsied a bit, this time because she wanted to, the slit of her cunnie splitting open a bit as it had done so before, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Professor Hunting. She asked, "That wasn't so bad, now, was it?"

"No, no," he had to admit. Looking at a luscious young body wasn't so bad at all.

"Would you like me to pose for you?"

"Pose?"

"Yes sir," she replied, a little surprised at his apparent ignorance of the rules of The Program. "You can have me pose in any way you want."

Whoa! He could think of quite a number of ways he would like her to pose, but he could hardly share these with her. "Um, well, you really look quite well as you are."

"Professor Hunting, c'mon now, you can do better than that." She could see his face reddening, but she felt that they had finally broken the ice. Perhaps she could get him to truly embrace The Program. It would be so good for her report.

Professor Hunting could feel his heart pounding. He knew one pose he would like her to do but he thought it would be so obviously sexual. He really couldn't ask her to do that. "I really couldn't, Suzannah," he admitted. "I shouldn't."

"No, no, sir, you must, you must!" She would be most disappointed if Professor Hunting did not fully partake in the opportunities of The Program. She realized, though, that he might need some reassurance. After all, he had provided her with considerable reassurance with respect to her own future as a scientist. "I won't tell anyone, sir, how you had me pose." This was a violation of her intention to provide a full documentation of her experiences, but perhaps it was allowable to leave out unnecessary personal details. Professor Hunting deserved no less.

He continued to hesitate. Suzannah encouraged him further by clasping her hands behind her bottom, smiling sweetly, and flirtatiously swinging her hips back and forth, back and forth, drawing his eyes once again to the delicate, darling, luscious slit. She had never imagined being so openly sexual for someone before, so provocative. This experience was becoming so insightful, so educative. She wondered if perhaps the fact that she was with Professor Hunting, a man she so respected and admired, a man for whom she would do most anything but could, normally, offer so little, was motivating her.

Professor Hunting spoke softly. "Well, Suzannah, if you wouldn't mind."

"I promise I won't, sir."

"Yes, well, I do, um, like it, when a girl, you know, I mean, I would like it, if you wouldn't mind." She didn't interrupt him this time. She just continued to sway for him her hairless, sweet, slit peach. 

"Show me your bottom?"

She was surprised at how little he was asking for. He could have asked for quite a bit more, but it was consistent with Professor Hunting's demeanor to ask so little. "I would be most happy to do so, Professor Hunting," she gleefully replied. She turned her back to him, bent over at her waist, then bent even further to provide a really wonderfully rounded little rump, her bare cunnie peeking up from behind the large crack above it. She turned her head to smile back at him, so delighted in the obvious pleasure on his face.

Professor Hunting, for the first time that afternoon, and perhaps for the first time she could ever remember with him, was smiling. He did indeed like that pose. It was like the young girl was presenting herself to him, telling him by her posture that he could do whatever he wanted, have her in any way he wanted, and do so in a manner like a beast with his submissive mate. Professor Hunting so much wanted to stroke his cock. He knew what he would do this evening, and what he would be thinking when he did it, and he expected that he would not even feel the least bit guilty about it.

Suzannah asked politely, "Would you like me to open up my cheeks for you, Professor Hunting?"

Professor Hunting gasped with surprise. He knew he would like her very much to do so, but he could not bring himself to admit it. "Well, um, if you like." 

His mouth went dry as she reached back to grasp the soft half moons of her bum, spreading them open as she continued to smile flirtatiously back at him. It was certainly an obscene pose, but she felt that he was so terribly deserving, being such a brilliant scientist, and he was asking from her so very little. She waved her bottom at him as she saw his eyes feast on the sight of her cute puckered rose. She even alternately relaxed and squeezed her sphincter, giving him little one-eye winks.

Professor Hunting was transfixed. He even considered asking her if it was acceptable within The Program for the observer to touch himself, but he seriously doubted that would be the case. With that thought, however, he glanced over at his office door, wondering if she had locked it when she had entered. She had never done so before and he did not recall her doing so this time. Goodness, what if the Chair of the math department entered his office now? "Hmmph, hmph," he said, clearing his throat, trying to regain control before this did indeed get too far. "Yes, well, thank you," blushing at the realization that he was thanking her for such a naughty display. "Uh, well, yes, we should perhaps get on with the work."

Suzannah was a bit disappointed. She would have been happy to continue to provide more poses, but she also knew that only one pose per customer was allowed. Besides, this was not intended to be some sort of sexual dalliance. She was instead with the great professor as he pursued the solution to some theorem in constructive quadratics. "Oh yes sir, yes, let us do so!" She stood back up straight and stepped back toward Professor Hunting so that she could get a better view of the equations she had written on the board. "Let's see what I've written so far." She found that she was still a bit too close to really grasp the entire set of equations. She patted his right knee so that he would move it out of the way so that she could step back a bit further. However, in doing so, he had to open his legs and allow her to stand in between them.

The professor's eyes were not on the board. They were instead on that naked little rump. He wanted so much to touch it, and it was just inches away. He touched instead, though, the very evident bulge in his slacks, making a necessary adjustment to give his hard cock more comfortable room to enjoy, and display, its interest.

Suzannah was studying the board, trying to make sense of the numbers, but she could hear the professor right behind her, apparently fumbling with his clothes. She inched back further.

The professor's eyes grew wider and wider as he watched the naked derriere slowly back into him, into his crotch, seemingly innocent to, oblivious to, the danger that lurked so close by, and yet she, it, continued to approach him, until finally her cute little bare bottom was pressing up against the crotch of his pants.

Suzannah's eyes widened with surprise at the feel of Professor Hunting's hard-on touching her bottom. This was most unusual indeed, and so very exciting to realize that she had in fact made him excited. She had known that she probably had done so, but feeling the concrete reality of having done so was so much different, so much more vivid. Professor Hunting had a stiffie, and one that she had caused! She lightly rubbed her bottom back and forth on it as she contemplated the figures on the board. "To be honest, Professor Hunting, I really don't think I have the slightest idea what this equation means. I do know that one," she said, pointing to it as she leaned forward, thereby pushing back harder on his stiffness, "is for the root measure, but," she added as she brought her hands behind her, perhaps innocently, but truly for the purpose of just having a moment of actually touching his stiff thing with her fingers. "I'm not sure what that thing does."

Professor Hunting was not paying any attention to what she had written on the board. His eyes were firmly fixed on that soft little rump. He had heard of such things as lap dances but he had never himself the courage to go to one of those clubs that offered them. Goodness, there would be such a chance that one of the dancers might even be an Abberville student. For a moment, he imagined getting a lap dance from Suzannah, a fantasy of incredible delight, and hardly far from the truth at the moment. She even seemed to go further, reaching back to actually touch him. He was at a loss for what to say, or do. This couldn't really be intentional on her part. She must be so deeply engrossed in the equation that she wasn't realizing what she was doing. With considerable effort he turned his attention to the board as he felt the young girl's fingers on the tip of his hard cock..

"It seems so awfully hard, Professor Hunting." The double entendre did not escape him, as the tips of her fingers tickled the tip of his dick. If she kept this up he was liable to cum in his pants and that, with no doubt, would be over the top.

"Yes, well, let me see."

She bent over even further so he could indeed see better, but as well to push her bottom back harder against his cock. His dick was now in fact pressing against her cunnie. He could now, though, at least see the full board. "Actually, Suzannah, I think there is an error. That wasn't exactly what I had written."

That was terribly disappointing to Suzannah. She thought she had been so careful. Doing math in the nude was perhaps not that easy. Perhaps she had in fact been distracted, by her thoughts of Professor Hunting watching her bottom as she transcribed his math. The error could, of course, be on his part, but that was quite unlikely. What to do? How could she recover?

She leaned over further, placed both of her hands on his knees, raising her fanny and cunnie up to his eyes, turned her face back to him again, and said, this time with quite serious earnestness, "Well, sir, perhaps you should spank me for that." She wouldn't really expect him to do that. She was not herself into anything masochistic like that, but she did know that he liked to look at her bottom, and so the suggestion did offer both a gesture of apology and contrition.

Professor Hunting's eyes widened at the sight of the offering of her bottom. The crack of her rump spread open as it rose up to his eyes, providing him with such a sweet view down into the shallow valley of her young hillocks. The little red rose once again came into view, and further beneath that her so tempting cunnie pouch, looking so virtuous, so fresh, so clean, and yet so naughty, so arousing.

He glanced again at the door. Should he? Could he?

Her soft, high, flirtatious voice spoke again. "C'mon, Professor Hunting, spank me." 

He smiled with lustful pleasure and brought up his hand. He did not spank her hard. He did not want at all to hurt her, to cause her any pain whatsoever, nor did he want to make any noise that might draw the attention of someone from the hall. The door was indeed unlocked. Instead, he provided just a few light pats on her bottom, more of an excuse to be able to touch her cute soft baby bum cakes than to really spank her.

Suzannah gleefully played along. Speaking softly, recognizing as well that their little game must not arouse any curiosity from the hall, she said, "Oh yes, Professor Hunting, I was such a naughty bad little girl. You have to teach me a lesson."

His smile broadened wider as he pleasured himself with her tush, watching her white cheeks wiggle and jiggle with each pat, slowly taking on a soft, sweet pink glow, as he quietly patted away.

"Oh gosh, Professor Hunting, don't spank me too hard. I'm just a little girl."

He had intended to pat her just a few times, but this was really much too much fun and he allowed himself to continue on, as did Suzannah, perhaps enjoying this as much as him.

"Oh, you're such a meany, Professor Hunting. I wasn't that bad, was I?" 

It did give her tremendous pleasure and pride to know that she could do something for the esteemed Professor Hunting, that she could make him so happy. "Little girls who make mistakes do need to be spanked, don't they, Professor Hunting."

"Oh yes, oh yes, I'm afraid so," he replied, becoming now confident enough to openly express his thoughts, his eyes fixed on the pink bottom, gaily dancing and prancing for his pleasure. The eyes of Suzannah turned back to him, fixed on the eyes of Professor Hunting as his were fixed on her pink tushy, her smile one of pride as she watched him enjoy their game.

"Have you ever paddled a student like this before, Professor Hunting?"

"Oh my, no, no, never."

That made her feel even better. She was having a most special relationship with the professor. "Oh my, though, Professor Hunting, my bottom is now ever so hot. I don't know if I will be able to sit down."

Professor Hunting briefly stopped, his hand yearning to return to its pleasure.

"Perhaps sir, if you wouldn't mind, could you just at least rub it a bit? I mean, just to get some of the sting out?"

Her bottom wasn't really stinging, nor did she really have to come up with an excuse. He probably would have fondled her bum for any reason whatsoever.

He gently placed his hand on her bare derriere. It was such a lovely sensation. It seemed like his one hand could cover her entire fanny. She had such a sweet little cake. He lightly felt, stroked, the soft curves of her tush.

Suzannah sighed with pleasure. The caress of the professor's hand did actually feel very nice. A warmth began to emanate from within her thighs. She leaned down further, bending till her titties rested on his leg, bringing up even higher her perky derriere. The crack of her cunnie was now lewdly staring Professor Hunting right in the face as he continued to fondle, to caress, the curves of her rump.

Suzannah knew that she was presenting herself to Professor Hunting in a very obscene manner. That did make her feel a bit uncomfortable. She hoped that she was not going too far with this, offending him in some manner, making him feel or do things that he didn't want to do. But, his masculine, fatherly, hand did feel so nice on her bottom, so nurturing, so soothing.

"We do need to get the redness out before our session ends," suggested Professor Hunting. "It would not do to have you leave my office with a red bottom." He was actually saying this in a playful manner, but as soon as he said it they both realized how true that really was.

A girl can hide the fact that she was spanked with her skirt, and with her panties, but not a participant of The Program. What would everyone think, and say, if she walked down the hall with a rosy red bottom?

And, they both realized, perhaps at the same time, that his fondling of her bottom might in fact help keep her fanny in a pink glow rather than letting it return to its more natural, virtuous, pale state. "Yes, well, perhaps we should get back to work," Professor Hunting awkwardly exclaimed, not at all wanting to but realizing that they should.

Suzannah as well didn't really want to stop. As she stood back up she said, "Perhaps, though sir, if it would be fine with you, could I at least sit on your lap? I am a feeling a bit chilly." There was actually some truth to that. Professor Hunting had not reduced his air conditioning for the participant. In any case, she did not wait for his reply. She simply backed further against him and sat up on his right thigh.

It can be very nice for a young lady to sit on your lap, her soft bottom cheeks preciously perched on your thigh. This was though so much better, as these cheeks were nude and were so cutely squished, just the top of the crack of her fanny now exposed as he looked down at her derriere.

Suzannah was so diminutive that it was rather easy, for the both of them, for her to be sitting on his lap and, given her age relative to his, it in fact felt even a bit natural. Of course, when someone does sit on your lap it is courteous, if not necessary, to help her stay comfortably mounted, perhaps holding her there with your arm. Professor Hunting did so, but this required placing his hand once again upon her naked flesh. You would not, of course, touch a girl inappropriately who was sitting on your lap, and this seemed especially important when she was without clothing. He wrapped his right arm around her waist but, without clothing, this even felt quite intimate, as his hand was across her lap, softly holding her tummy.

Suzannah, for her part, wrapped her left arm around Professor Hunting's clothed waist, pulling herself tighter against him. "It's so wonderful being naked like this, Professor Hunting. I do enjoy it so terribly much, but I must say that at times I do get a bit chilly. Let me snuggle up a little, if you wouldn't mind." She did as she suggested, her thigh now pressing against his erection.

"Hmmm, you feel so warm, Professor Hunting. I so wish I could crawl into your clothes."

She was not helping him lose his stiffness.

She said more softly. "You can see, sir, I even have a few goose bumps on my arms and legs and, oh my, I suppose I shouldn't say, but, well, you are a professor and everything, and, well, you can see my nipples are now so terribly hard." Her face flushed at her boldness, but it was an empirical fact, and a good scientist should be open to the data, no matter where they might lead. She said more softly, "Although I think, sir, that they might be as excited about being with you as they are with the cold." 

Professor Hunting's eyes firmly focused on Suzannah's large erect nipples. He could not imagine at that moment anything more he wanted to do than to suck on them, although, actually, his imagination suggested a few other things as well.

"I think your thing is also now kind of hard as well, isn't it, Professor Hunting."

"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Professor Hunting. He started to push her off his lap, but Suzannah would have none of it. In fact, she reached over with her right hand and firmly grasped with her fingers the roundish bulb pushing hard up against his trousers. "Oh my!" he exclaimed again.




Naked at College 02 Pt. 02



"I really don't think this is appropriate, Suzannah," he protested. "Surely this is not part of the intention of The Program."

"I just need something to hold on to, Professor Hunting. I don't really want to fall off now, you know. I mean, being so terribly naked and all, I could really hurt myself."

That would, of course, be quite bad.

"Now sir, if you wouldn't mind," she said, grasping firmly onto her handle, "can you explain to me what I did wrong?" He felt it was rather clear what she was doing wrong. She was certainly behaving like quite the minx, but it was good fun and he really didn't seem to mind, at least not enough to stop her. She slowly circled her thumb around and around the tip of his cock as he tried to study what she wrote on the board.

Despite the evident distraction, however, Professor Hunting did notice something or, perhaps, precisely because of the distraction, he was now looking at the problem differently, with a different frame of mind, to say the least. "My goodness, Suzannah, you know, I think you really caught on to something there."

"I know sir, I know," she replied, pausing in her thumb caress to squeeze hard on his dick.

"No, no, really, I mean it." True to form, Professor Hunting's mind was able to focus, at least briefly, on his math. Not too many men could do so when a young naked girl was stroking their cocks through their slacks, but Professor Hunting was generally able to work under any conditions.

And, that was perfectly fine with Suzannah. Perhaps some girls would be annoyed that a man wanted to study his formulae while they sat naked on his lap, flirtatiously cuddling while they handled his erect manhood, but Suzannah shared Professor Hunting's passion for science and, besides, it had been her original hope to serve as an inspiration for his work. She turned her attention as well to the board, albeit keeping a firm grip on his cock. "Really sir, do you see something worth pursuing?"

"Oh my goodness yes, dear. Not exactly the way you wrote it but it did in fact inspire a new approach." He was now actually completely torn. He really did want Suzannah to get off his lap so that he could work on the problem.

It is said that a man often speaks, if not thinks, with his cock, and perhaps Suzannah's hand read his mind. "Would you like to work on it some more, sir?"

"Well, um, if, if." He was terribly, terribly ambivalent. His passion for science was now severely strained. He had been working on this problem for many months and now truly felt on the verge of breaking through, but it had been many years since a woman had been naked with him, had been interested in handling his cock. The problem would be there tomorrow, but Suzannah would not. Yet, on the other hand, perhaps his insight would also be gone, as well as the inspiration on his lap. He knew that it did often help when stuck on a problem to simply get away from it, to open the mind to a fresh approach. That really did appear to be the trick in this case.

Suzannah, ever the clever research assistant, offered a solution. "What if, sir, you continued to work on the theorem while I work on it as well?" To clarify her meaning, she punctuated the second "it" with a squeeze of his cock.

"Yes, yes," he said enthusiastically, his level of excitement rising as two sources of considerable pleasure, math and a young lady's fingers, merged onto the same path.

"I can't though get a very good grip on the problem, sir, with all of these clothes in the way."

Perspiration was forming on Professor Hunting's brow. He had never worked on a constructive quadratic before with such intense passion. The opportunity was impossible to resist. Suzannah pulled down the zipper to his slacks. This new method though might have some risks. "But, Susie, really, um, what if someone came in?"

"Here sir," she suggested, swinging his swivel chair back around to face his desk, where his original equations had been scrawled. His desk notes did not contain Suzannah's inspirational error, but the desk would provide secrecy for her inspirational fingers. They both considered it a grand proposal.

Suzannah reached into his slacks and fumbled around for Professor Hunting's cock. She had no real experience in doing this. It even took her awhile to find the flap of his boxers, although thank goodness he was wearing those rather than briefs. She felt a bit embarrassed that she obviously lacked the expertise to smoothly, efficiently, extract his cock.

He did not, however, mind. It really added more to the pleasure of the moment, to have this cute, naked minx fumbling around in his pants, as if she was feeling around for a toy in the dark, exploring the nooks and crannies of his shorts, trying to find her way inside, all the while inadvertently, or advertently, feeling his hard cock and even, at times, his balls.

Once she was inside his boxers she got a firm grip on the hard flesh of his naked pole and extracted her prize, popping out his stiff member like a rather obscene jack-in-the-box.

"Oh my sir, you certainly are a prominent scientist." Suzannah was very proud of it. He was not as big as Robert, not actually even close, but it still appeared really quite impressive within the tiny fingers of her feminine hand and, besides, this was the cock of a quite well-renowned and highly published scientist which, for her, was comparable to a rock star or a movie star. She knew that not many young investigators would be given an opportunity such as this, to be able to handle the member of the author of Hunting's Free Variable. This would be a moment she would remember for quite some time.

Professor Hunting beamed with delight. No woman, no girl, had ever said anything like that before when he had dropped his pants. He was indeed terribly inspired and he put his mind to the task with a verve and passion that he had not experienced in many years.

"Yes, yes! Really, Suzannah, I think we have something here," adding her "error" to his note pad and beginning to extend it to its logical conclusion as Suzannah's soft fingers danced up and down his stiff dick.

"Do you really think we'll solve it, sir?!" She was really very thrilled. It was quite exciting to be with a true scientist as he makes a discovery, as it was to be with a man so equally excited in quite a basic, animalistic way. Neither had she experienced before. The mind and the body were merging together toward a climactic peak. It was terribly, terribly exhilarating. She gripped his cock tighter and slid her little fist up and down his cock. She could even feel some moisture forming between her own thighs. She worried though that perhaps she might in fact stain Professor Hunting's trousers. If they were successful perhaps he wouldn't mind. She began to pound her fist up and down Professor Hunting's hard dick, using both hands now to grip his cock, sliding her fists up and down its length, working hard to double pump her professor as he worked hard to solve their problem.

"Yes, yes," he encouraged her, "I really do think it's close now. I believe I'll have it in just a minute."

"Oh sir, I believe I will have it too, won't I?"

"Yes, yes, of course." He was clearly quite absorbed in his work and was not about to be bothered with this additional problem; that is, what were they to do when it did cum to her.

That responsibility was hers and she was not about to drop the ball. She knew they were close to a solution and she did not want him to delay further. She slid from his lap onto the floor to kneel between his legs.

She had been so tempted before during statistics by the big bulb of Robert's gloriously hard cock. This time she would not restrain, she would not deny, herself. She knew that if she did she would likely have considerable feelings of regret, particularly if the professor failed to make his discovery. Better to have done it and have the memory, than to have restrained herself and always wondered. Besides, this was for the sake of science. She opened her mouth wide and, for the first time, engulfed the large, soft bulb of a man's hard cock inside.

It felt wonderful. A week ago she would have considered it to be disgusting. After all, this was the member with which he urinated, stored in his smelly, sweaty shorts. And, it was, of course, rather demeaning, wasn't it? Serving him in such a way? Kneeling before him on the floor while the head of his cock was in her mouth. But, at the moment, it was simply wonderful. He smelled so nice, so musky, and he felt so big in there; so strong, so manly, so inspiring.

Professor Hunting gasped with shock and pleasure as he felt the girl's lips wrap around the head of his dick, just below the crown. He had been with a few women in his life, but none had been willing to do this. As a youth he was a geek, as a college student he was a nerd, as a faculty member he was an old geeky nerd. Yet, here he was, sitting at his desk while between his legs kneeled a pretty young lady, looking up to him with considerable admiration and affection through her large bespectacled green eyes, his dick head buried in her mouth.

It was a moment of delightful distraction, and again, just perhaps what he needed. "I think I've got it," he gasped.

Suzannah smiled up at him through the cock in her mouth. She knew she had him as well, and she applied equal vigor to her own responsibility. She reached up again for his shaft, circling her fingers around his stiffness, sliding her fist up and down its smooth hardness as she lapped and licked at the soft bulb with her tongue, trying to draw forth from him his inspiration. She imagined someday reading the published work that would result from their joint endeavor, knowing how it had cum to fruition; the product of his mind and her mouth.

The tongue of a young lady on his cock head was frankly just too much. "It's coming to me now!" he exclaimed as he suddenly felt the solution just on the tip of his tongue, as Suzanne did likewise, the precum tickling her tongue.

"Yes I have it!" he gasped as a large wad of cum gushed from his cock against and onto Suzannah's tongue. She wanted to exclaim "I have it too," but to say anything, to even open her mouth, would risk spilling his seed and soiling his trousers. He could hardly provide a lecture to his next class with semen stains on his trousers. Besides, she was intrigued by its taste. It was surprisingly salty and viscous; quite intriguing and, frankly, she had to admit, at least to herself, tasty.

And, she was so pleased that he kept shooting more and more into her mouth. This was perhaps the only lunch she would receive, albeit that wasn't the real basis for her pleasure. It was instead just the pleasure of taking a man, a great man, in this way, receiving the seed of his genius, his knowledge, into her mouth.

For Professor Hunting, the pleasure was rapturous. He was both enthralled cognitively by the delight of having solved the problem that had thwarted him for so many months and, at the same time, engulfed by the more base pleasures of his orgasm pulsating through his body. With each bestial surge he could feel his dick twitch and jerk in Suzannah's little mouth, spilling its spunky seed, gushing its gism into the mouth that so often had smiled so sweetly at him, and all the while feeling her girlish tongue lapping and licking at his cock head, cleaning him off as he continued to spurt.

He felt a strong urge to grasp her hair and pull her face tight into his crotch, but he resisted. That would perhaps be too forceful, too brutal. He was surprised that he even had such a thought, and, besides, what she was doing for him was already so very intense. He just sat back, enjoyed the moment, lustfully yet peacefully gazing into those pretty eyes as he spurted his last few remaining drops and worked the equation to its final solution.

Any good student will be conscientiously thorough, being sure to dot all the i's and cross all the t's, and so Suzannah cleaned him off with her tongue. She did not want him to feel uncomfortable during his next lecture with any untoward remaining drops of sperm soiling his boxers. 

With some reluctance she eventually let it pop from her mouth. It was no longer nearly so large or intimidating, but it still had its regal appeal, at least from the angle of her perspective, kneeling between his knees.

She struggled a bit with the swallowing of the last few globs of sperm lodged in her mouth. The spunky juice did seem to be stuck in all sorts of nooks and crannies in her cheek and gums.

Professor Hunting, waking from his revelry, awkwardly raised himself from his chair to retrieve poor Suzannah a glass of milk.

The remaining time of their luncheon was spent in polishing up the theorem. Suzannah could have spent that time at the coffee table, having her lunch, but she wanted to remain intimately involved with the professor as he finalized their work.

She continued to perch on his lap. He had returned his cock to his pants as he went for the glass of milk, along with a sandwich for the young lady, but that did not discourage Suzannah from returning her hand to his crotch, to lightly play with him as she munched on the sandwich and studied their formulae. Good scientific work is often in the fine details, and she did not want him to lose his motivation.

By the time Hank and Robert had arrived, Professor Hunting was again fully motivated, and he thought it best to remain behind his desk when they entered his office. They found it a bit curious that he would not even rise from his desk to greet them, but given Professor Hunting's reserved, introverted character it wasn't really that surprising.

Professor Hunting though did fondly smile goodbye to Suzannah. "If you wish, young lady, there are some more advanced theorems which we might explore in the future. They are intense, more pressing, but I would be most pleased to have your assistance."

Suzannah's face flushed with pride and appreciation. "Oh sir, yes, I would be most grateful." She again curtsied before the door, and rushed from his office, feeling so pleased and proud over what her experiment was accomplishing.

Professor Hunting eventually published his work, and the footnote on his theorem of the expanding numerical read, "I also wish to express my appreciation to Miss Suzannah Frost, a very bright and inspirational student who had a significant hand in the development of this theorem." Suzannah was always grateful for that recognition.

On the way to Developmental Psychology

Suzannah strode with considerable pride as they walked to their next class with Mr. Adams. She could not believe how fantastic it had been. It would surely be the highlight of her report. "How was your lunch with Ms. Billingsley, Robert?" If it was half as good as hers had been it had to have been wonderful.

"It was nice, Suzannah, really nice." He wasn't too sure that he wanted to get into the details.

She clutched his arm. "Oh, I'm so glad!" She hadn't felt so happy before in her life. This was turning out to be as much, no more, than she had hoped. "Isn't this whole day just wonderful?"

Robert wouldn't go so far as to say that, the reason for which became quite clear as they rounded the corner of the Mathematics Building. Proceeding from the Mathematics Building to the Social Sciences Building was preferable than proceeding from the Humanities Building, as the latter would require crossing the Commons. From the Mathematics Building they could just skirt the Commons. However, the shorter route did not prove to be effective in avoiding students.

"Well, here they are, the Program participants," exclaimed Marsha. "Do you think, Robert, that you could pose for me? If it wouldn't be any trouble, I mean."

Robert wasn't too sure he was up for another erection, so soon after leaving Ms. Billingsley's office, although, perhaps with Suzannah's help again, he might be able. "Certainly, Marsha. What would you like?"

"Well," she smiled, delighted with such an opportunity. She had heard about Chrissie and Michael last week, and was really quite disappointed to have entirely missed out, never having even seen them, let alone being able to ask for a pose. She wasn't about to waste the opportunity. "I wonder if you two could do that Chicken Dance. You know the one." She illustrated her suggestion by sticking her clenched hands in her arm pits and flapping her elbows like they were chicken wings. "We'll make the music."

Robert and Suzannah knew exactly what she meant. It was a funny dance, but it was funny because it made you act and look so terribly childish and silly.

Marsha started singing the song and clapping the beat, while girls and guys crowding around quickly joined in. Robert and Suzannah sighed deeply. A pose didn't have to be something in which the person remained motionless. There was considerable movement in jerking off. Doing a dance was entirely within the rules of The Program. They began the dance. They first shaped a chicken beak with their hands, opening and closing it four times, during the first four beats of the students' musical chanting.

It was indeed a terribly comical sight. Even Mr. Adams had to smile.

On the next four beats they made the chicken wings with their bent arms, hands tucked into their arm pits, flapping their wings four times. Hank's grin grew broader.

On the next four beats, the best part, particularly when you're naked, they made a chicken's tail feathers with their arms and hands and wiggled their butts as she squatted down on the four beats of the music.

This last move was particularly nice for the persons watching. Susie's little cunnie opened up as she crouched down and wiggled her bottom in a manner that was much more comical than seductive. Robert's was no better, as his hanging penis swung back and forth, causing many of the girls to start laughing, although there was still enough spectators' singing to keep the song going.

Robert and Suzannah then stood up, clapped four times during the next four beats, and then repeated the entire sequence again as the students continued to sing.

It was so funny that Mr. Adams even joined in with the dancing, providing thereby emotional, sympathetic support for the embarrassing effort of Suzannah and Robert.

A few of the onlookers even eventually joined in on the dancing as well, laughing as they did so, as Robert and Suzannah repeated the sequence over and over. It was a really engaging song, and nobody had ever seen anyone do it naked before. Robert was probably the big hit, with his swinging and bobbling penis, although Suzannah's jiggly titties were a pretty good attraction as well. And, the boys behind her at times got a nice little shot of her puckered anus as she squatted down, shaking her rump back and forth as the boys in front got to see her cunnie open up. The rapidly changing shape of her lips was really quite provocative.

They lost track of how many times they had repeated the sequence. They at times botched it, although Mr. Adams clearly had much more difficulty mastering the sequence than either Robert or Suzannah.

Robert and Suzannah finally started laughing themselves. They did realize that they must be an awfully silly sight. They even became a bit competitive over who could complete a sequence without any errors. It didn't help when the crowd doing the singing and clapping sped up the pace a bit.

Mr. Adams though eventually realized that they did have to proceed on to the next class. He was glad that a pose had finally been more playful than stressful, but he knew he had to break up the party. "Alright kids," he announced, "that's enough. We have to get to the next class." He was actually even a bit out of breath.

"Oh Mr. Adams," Marsha complained. "Just a bit more."

"No, no, we have to get going," and they moved on to the next class, saluted by the students with applause and cheers as they left.