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Naked at College 03 Pt. 01

By: Charles Petersunn



This story is the third 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 at least the first edition of this series (Naked at College, #1, Chrissie and Michael) as it provides 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 clearly distinguished sections. Finally, please be warned that this story includes aspects of submission and domination, as well as exhibitionism. And, last but not least, all of the characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. Enjoy!!

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Andrea Ashbee and Henry Dworkin 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.

Andrea Ashbee and Henry Dworkin were in President Rayburn's office because they were the latest participants in The Program.

ANDREA ASHBEE

Andrea was a renowned and devout feminist, and was not the least bit reluctant to acknowledge it. She was appalled at how men so often treated women as if they were simply objects of visual and/or physical pleasure, ignoring their minds, their talents, their opinions, their strengths. She was outraged that, still to this day, the occupations of women pay less than the occupations of men, and women are repeatedly thwarted from entering, let alone obtaining, positions of authority in the occupations dominated by men.

She hated the little favors that men did for women. Simply the fact that men still open doors for women is a testament to their continued subjugation, as if a woman couldn't open a door for herself. Andrea would never accept such an offer. She wouldn't even be among the first to get into a lifeboat, again finding it demeaning to suggest that men are the only ones who are gallant, brave, and capable of fending for themselves. She detested in particular how women spent so much time trying to look as pretty as possible, to please men. A woman is lucky if a man barely combs his hair.

Andrea particularly disliked wearing a brassiere, an uncomfortable garment constructed solely for the purpose of enticing men through a woman's sexual appeal, lifting up her boobs so that they stuck out as far as possible. It was just so, so denigrating

Andrea did not, however, especially need a brassiere. She had naturally prominent breasts that were wonderfully firm. It might look like she was wearing a brassiere, if not for how her nipples so often poked through her blouse or even a sweater. The evident jiggling and wiggling of her breasts also gave her away. Ironically, however, not wearing a brassiere often made her seem even more sexually provocative than if she did, particularly when she was wearing a t-shirt. Her breasts could be terribly tantalizingly tempting then. A man once even rear-ended the car that had stopped in front of him, so distracted was he by the sight of Andrea's breasts wriggling and bobbling as she made her way down the street. She at times felt like just giving in and wearing a sports brassiere under her t-shirt. But, it annoyed her to no end to have to do that. Why should she have to wear a device that so tightly scrunched her breasts, often uncomfortably so, just so men would not become all agitated and excited at the sight of her boobs bouncing and wiggling beneath her t-shirt! She just couldn't win.

Andrea had wanted to attend Templeton College where all the students were required to wear the same uniform. Andrea was so disappointed, if not disgusted, with how so many of the women on campus at Abberville spent so much time and money purchasing new outfits, and typically ones that would optimize a girl's sexual appeal. Why can't women just dress for comfort? Why must the emphasis be on being pleasing to the eyes of men?

Her parents though found the tuition of Templeton to be well outside their means. Abberville was not inexpensive but Abberville at least offered a number of fellowship opportunities. Andrea's behavior to date, however, had not been particularly conducive toward developing the potential for a fellowship.

The opportunities Andrea embraced during her first two years at Abberville was every chance to point out the unequal treatment of men and women, much to the annoyance and aggravation of many of those around her, including even quite a few women, particularly the sorority girls of Delta Nu. Delta Nu was a notorious sorority whose members seemed to live only to please men, their major goal in life apparently to marry a rich and powerful man who would provide them with all the money they might ever want or need (see "Five steps to Delta Nu"). Delta Nu of Abberville was not nearly as successful as Delta Nu of Livingston (see "A field trip for Delta Nu"), another Abberville sister college, but that was not because they hadn't tried.

It wasn't that the Dean of Women, Dr. Worell, was unsympathetic with Andrea's concerns; far from it. It was just that Andrea would at times go to such extremes that she would become unnecessarily and harmfully disruptive, at times even destructive. One time she broke into the locker room the night before a major basketball game against Templeton and replaced all of the cheerleading uniforms with lacy sheer panties and baby doll nighties. One of the girls even put her nightie on, thinking that because this was such a big game that special uniforms were going to be worn. Fortunately she was divested of that confusion before she ran onto the court.

Security assumed that some fraternity must have been behind the prank, as clearly guys would benefit the most if the cheerleaders wore nighties rather than the traditional uniforms. But, when Andrea and her fellow feminist guerilla theater operatives were eventually caught, they explained that they felt that the existing uniforms were no better than nighties, clearly worn to entice and please men.

Andrea was also involved in a protest in which all of the girls had come to class without wearing brassieres or panties. They were inspired by the protests of the New York Radical Women who filled trash cans with brassieres (and comparable objects) at the 1968 Miss America pageant (no bras were actually burned). The message was again lost on many of the male undergraduates, and even some of the professors, who were treated by rather nice upskirt peeks during their lectures, particularly in the classrooms with tiered seating.

Dean Worell herself had some difficulty with the girls not wearing panties, not feeling that panties bespoke of much sexism, as they were as functional as any jockey briefs. Andrea though pointed out how the name was itself rather infantalizing, as if women were still just children, wearing "panties," a diminutive variant of the more masculine pants. And, besides, going without just one's brassiere was no longer a meaningful statement. Heck, it seemed like Delta Nu girls, the most stereotypic feminine girls on campus, often failed to wear brassieres, finding the effect to be much more appealing to boys than the shape, lift, and separation provided by a brassiere. Of course, one needed good boobs for this to work, but that was not a problem for a Delta Nu girl.

What did finally get Andrea into serious trouble was when she led her troops on a guerilla attack on the Delta Nu sorority. Andrea was appalled at Delta Nu girls' brazen embracement of the objectification of women. So, she and her comrades broke into the sorority while they were off on a three-day field trip. Most everything that was pink they turned to black. All of the Delta Nu panties were strewn across the campus commons.

This escapade was no laughing matter to the Board of Trustees. Delta Nu was one of the, if not the, most successful sororities on campus. The girls consistently obtained the highest grade point average of any sorority or fraternity, an accomplishment that generated considerable jealousy and suspicion among the other sororities. The Delta Nu girls did not convey an impression of being especially brilliant, yet somehow they managed to get excellent grades. President Rayburn felt that they must be studying real, real hard. And, they went beyond such accomplishments to even bring in grants and fellowships sponsored by some of the major businesses and corporations, much to the delight of the President and the Board of Trustees (the Southern Belle Fellowship was particularly admired). There was simply no way that the college would allow such an esteemed, admirable, and successful sorority to be treated so rudely and disrespectfully. Andrea Ashbee and her cronies had to go.

Dean Worell, however, convinced the Board of Trustees that participation in The Program would be a very fair and appropriate means of rehabilitation for Andrea, a true act of contrition and penance.

The Board was surprised by the suggestion, but equally impressed by its implications and potential. The feminists on campus had complained frequently about The Program as it appeared to them to be only another means with which to objectify the bodies of young, attractive females. Ms. Bunch, the Chair of the Women's Studies Department, had been particularly vocal, speaking out vehemently against its implementation from the very beginning. The participation of Andrea Ashbee, the leader of the feminist guerilla movement, would go far in silencing this opposition. Plus, a couple of the Board members looked forward to see the busty feminist naked on campus.

Yes, it sounded like a very good idea indeed, perhaps even worth covering the considerable cost of the repairs to the Delta Nu sorority house, furniture, and personal items, albeit two local businessmen had already stepped in to cover the costs of Andrea's damage. They even took the opportunity to provide an expansion of the sorority house to include additional space for a sauna and indoor swimming pool.

It was a bit more difficult convincing Andrea, however, to "volunteer." She was at first appalled by the idea. The abhorred The Program, and now she was supposed to actually be a participant? What could Dean Worell be possibly thinking?

Dean Worell made it clear to Andrea that it was her choice. Nobody was to be forced or even coerced into participating in The Program. The decision had to be entirely voluntary. Of course, the alternative was to be expelled from the college. Andrea kind of felt that to be a bit coercive, but Dean Worell, who had majored in philosophy, pointed out that she did still have a choice. It was just a choice between two aversive options. The college was even providing her with a choice that could be less aversive, and so not only were they providing Andrea with an option she otherwise would not have, they were even providing her with a more favorable option.

Besides, Dean Worell suggested, Andrea could consider it to be yet another feminist guerilla theater, a step beyond simply removing one's brassiere and panties. She would be removing all of her clothes! 

That Andrea found very intriguing. What better way to protest The Program than to be an actual participant, making a statement within the belly of the beast, while at the same time avoiding being expelled. She agreed to do it, and instantly made plans with respect to an eventual expose.

HENRY DWORKIN

Henry Dworkin didn't need any convincing. He had applied to be a participant from the very beginning and was so glad that he was finally chosen. He was though a bit surprised that he was chosen. Michael and Robert, the two young men who preceded him, had outstanding credentials. In contrast, there was really nothing within Henry's record that suggested anything remarkable. He was an average, unassuming, perhaps even insignificant, nineteen year-old college sophomore. Hardly anybody noticed him, hardly anybody cared.

He did have his friends. One would not say he was a loner, but he was not the least bit active within student affairs. His involvement in campus life was confined largely to attending a couple sporting events, as a spectator. He wasn't even a member of any campus club, which was fine with him.

His primary passion, his major interest, was pornography. He had a pretty darned impressive collection, which wasn't that easy on the income of a college student. He did have a part-time job, cashier at a fast food restaurant. And, most of that money was indeed spent on internet subscriptions.

He felt, though, that he was in fact quite frugal in pursuing his avocation. He would never let a subscription last longer than 30 days, kicking in an automatic renewal. Avoiding such additional cost required downloading as much as possible during those thirty days, but he rarely found that to be a challenge. He just felt that his library was growing and growing and growing. He could not though take advantage of the sites that offered one-month limited memberships via telephone enrollment, as he could not risk the record of such calls within the dorm.

He particularly enjoyed teen sites, filled with girls that were his own age. The girls on the sites were all said to be around 18-19 years old, although frankly some of them looked to be pushing 40. He did always dream though of finding on a site an Abberville coed. One can hope, one can dream. It's those who don't dream who fail to achieve.

Henry did not have a girlfriend. He had a girlfriend in high school, and another when he was a freshman. Sadly, neither sustained. Both girls broke up with him. They had said that it wasn't anything about him. It was just that they weren't ready yet to settle down, to commit themselves to someone. But, one of them was now in fact engaged.

It wasn't that Henry wasn't appealing. He was in fact a rather good looking guy, with wavy brown hair, nice symmetrical features, and warm blue eyes. He was a bit short, with an average build, but the major problem was that he just wasn't that interesting. His idea of a good time would be to rent a few DVDs and then sit back on the couch with some microwave popcorn. He was not particularly good at conversation as he didn't know much about music, professional sports, or even current events. He did though know a lot about television shows, and pornography. The latter though was clearly not a topic of conversation while out on a date, and he rarely found a woman who shared his television interests (e.g., Sons of Anarchy, Criminal Minds, Man vs. Food).

He did though have his other "girlfriends." He particularly liked Alison Angel, Allison Kilgore, Allysin Chaines, Anne Howe, Aurora Snow, Annette Haven, Blair Segal, Blondie Anderson, Carol Connors, Christy Canyon, Kaylynn, Lexi Belle, Lovely Anne, Jamie Lynn, Jubilee, Phoenix, Sabrina Johnson, Tammie Monroe, and Victoria Paris. In his mind he had lots and lots of girlfriends, and all of them so pretty and fun.

Why he was chosen for The Program he did not know and could not say. Perhaps because he was so average in his studies, so nondescript on campus. He was the normal, common man. He was like "Meet John Doe, Naked on Campus." Well, whatever the reason, he was ecstatic.

The Program was clearly a tremendous opportunity, to say the least. He would be paired with a pretty young woman who would be naked with him all day long! It would be like he was participating live on an erotic teen website. And, when he saw Andrea, his cock immediately stiffened within his pants. She was really quite the babe. She wasn't wearing much, if any, make-up, but she had an obvious natural beauty. She had long straight blonde hair, pretty dark blue eyes, naturally rosy cheeks, luscious red lips, and a very cute nose. She reminded him of Anna Faris, but with really, really big tits.

Plus, she wasn't wearing a bra. That was pretty darned cool. Of course, she would be wearing even less than that in just a few minutes, but any Abberville girl who didn't wear a bra, with tits as big as Andrea's, was okay in his book.

ORIENTATION

Andrea and Henry smiled at President Rayburn as he slowly got up from his chair and made his way around his desk.

Dean Worell, who had been sitting in one of the easy chairs, got up to join them as well.

"I am so pleased to shake your hands," President Rayburn said, reaching out to do so, "I can't tell you how excited I am to welcome the third participants of The Program."

Andrea reached out to shake the President's hand, which had been extended toward Henry but Andrea intercepted, grasping Dr. Rayburn's hand before it reached Henry's. How typical, Andrea thought, that the President would first shake the hand of the guy in the room. "Good morning, President Rayburn." 

"Yes, yes, of course, Andrea. Good morning to you." He let go of the girl's hand and turned to Henry. "And you must be Henry Dworkin. So pleased to meet you as well."

"Thank you, sir," Henry replied, shaking the President's hand with clear enthusiasm. "I'm really looking forward to this," a substantial understatement to be sure.

"Well, a couple of eager beavers! Astounding!"

Andrea looked at him. What did he mean by "beaver"? He better not mean what she was thinking. Gracious, the man is the President of the college! He should be ashamed of himself.

President Rayburn continued. "We have had considerable success so far, I must say. I don't want you two to feel any undue pressure but Chrissie, Michael, Suzannah and Robert set the bar pretty far up there."

Henry smiled. "We won't let you down, sir."

Andrea's expression did not change. She really couldn't care less.

"Yes, yes," the President continued, "I am very confident that you two will also do a tremendous job representing this fine college in such an important academic program."

Andrea was looking forward to it, but for her own reasons. She had no intention of being more successful than Chrissie or Suzannah, whatever that meant. She was anticipating being the modern Lady Godiva, naked to the world not to protest taxation but to protest the objectification of a woman's body. She would show the men and women on campus that even a naked woman should be treated with the respect and dignity that she deserved, and what better way to do that than to go naked on campus.

Clearly, many men would not get the point, responding to her protest of women's objectification by lasciviously ogling her breasts, derriere, and vagina. But, that would hardly be surprising. They never got the point of her prior acts of protest, and this one would be even clearer. This would be precisely her point. She would demonstrate that men are indeed, pigs.

President Rayburn continued, "Now, I'm sure that both of you are, by now, well familiar with the rules and regulations of The Program. You will remove your clothes here, everything but shoes and socks. You can pick up your clothes at the end of the day. Throughout the day you are never to cover or hide yourself with any books, backpack, clothing, purse, or hands in any way. You must always remain fully exposed. You must agree to show yourself in whatever manner persons may ask, as long as they ask politely and refrain from touching you."


Naked at College 03 Pt. 01



"I know that this sounds a little awkward right now, but with time you will become quite comfortable and it will be precisely your willingness to face and overcome your apprehensions, your insecurities, that will make you a stronger, healthier person."

Andrea thrust out her chest proudly. "There won't be a problem with me, sir. I am not the least bit ashamed of my body. It's only just a vessel for my true self, as a woman, and I'm proud to say so."

President Rayburn looked at her, feeling a bit puzzled, and concerned. He was not entirely sure of this selection by Dean Worell. Andrea was such a loose cannon. But, she was at least a very unique young lady.

Dean Worell smiled, and nodded. She was feeling pretty good about having gotten a feminist to participate. This will be so good for the college, and probably for Andrea.

Henry looked at Andrea as well, and smiled, not so much for what she said but for the fact of how she thrust out her boobs.

President Rayburn continued, "Of course, public nudity can stir up many emotions and insecurities regarding the human body, self-image, sexuality, interpersonal communication; and more. The list is frankly endless. However, the end result will be a more mature student body, one with more self-confidence, more open communication, and less sexual tension, conflict, and harassment."

This was precisely what Andrea wanted to hear. She nodded in agreement. An hour was unlikely to pass before she would experience an incidence of sexual harassment. It would all be in her report, to be published in "Women Unite!," a feminist newsletter to which she subscribed. She would write an expose that would implode The Program from within! It would be much like Gloria Steinem's expose on life as a Playboy Bunny. Perhaps they might even make a movie out of it, just like they had done for Ms. Steinem's expose. Andrea wondered who would play her role. She would like it to be Tyne Daly, Susan Sarandon, or Rosie O'Donnell, but it would probably be Anna Faris. She hated how everyone kept telling her she looked just like Ms. Faris (but with larger breasts).

"Yes, well," President Rayburn continued, "Hank Adams, a security guard, will accompany you throughout the day. He is well familiar with the rules of The Program and can assist you in that regard. He will help ensure that any students you encounter will behave within the restraints and regulations of The Program. All of the students here at Abberville are at least 18 years old. We could not get The Program approved if this minimal age limit for enrollment was not adopted, although I must admit that, on occasion, not all of our students act like adults." He gave Andrea a knowing glance. "And, of course, no guests are allowed on campus on days of The Program."

"I don't believe the security guard's presence will be necessary, President Rayburn," Andrea assured him. "I can manage on my own."

President Rayburn smiled. "Well, naturally, miss, you don't want to be naked on campus without Hank's protection."

"I don't need a man to protect me."

Somehow he felt that might in fact be true. "Well, yes, yes, of course, but, um, well..." 

Dean Worell spoke up. She could see that President Rayburn was having a bit of difficulty with this assertive, even defiant, young woman. She was not surprised. "I am sorry, Andrea. We don't mean any disrespect. It's simply a requirement of the Board of Trustees for the implementation of The Program, to protect us from liability. I hope you understand."

"Well, yes, yes, I suppose I do," she responded, but not willing to just accept whatever is mandated by what is again a group of men. There was not one woman on the Abberville Board of Trustees. Is that simply a coincidence? "But, why not a female security guard?"

"Hmmm, yes, yes," President Rayburn acknowledged. Frankly, he realized she had a good point. A female security guard would also help with the opposition to The Program by feminist groups. Perhaps having Andrea participate might in fact prove to be quite helpful. "Why not? You know, Andrea, you raise a good point. Dean Worell, let's look into that. She'll have to go through the necessary training. We can't just stick her on the front line today but, Andrea, you raise a very, very good point and we will most certainly look into it."

Andrea smiled. Score one more point for women. She was already making a difference.

President Rayburn continued, "Um, yes, and I should also note that Hank will have a copy of your class schedule. Naturally you won't be attending your usual classes, but instead a series of classes carefully selected, in which your, um, state of dress could be placed to good use."

Professor Rayburn was getting close to the finish of his orientation. It wasn't really necessary as all of the rules were spelled out within the written guidelines and regulations, but he did feel it was important to have the major points reiterated, especially by the President. He turned his attention to Henry. "And, of course, there is one rule specific to the male participants."

Andrea notably rolled her eyes. It wasn't seen by President Rayburn, as his attention was focused on Henry, but it was noticed by Dean Worell, who again smiled. She was feeling very good about her decision to select Andrea.

President Rayburn continued, "We do understand that some young men may at times find participation to be overly stimulating. Rest assured, we fully recognize that it will be a normal and healthy reaction to develop erections." 

Henry smiled. He was looking forward to that.

President Rayburn was surprised by that. Normally the young man became a bit embarrassed. Michael sure had. "Yes, well, maintaining an erection for a sustained period of time can be unhealthy, as well as uncomfortable and potentially embarrassing."

Henry just continued to smile.

Andrea and Dean Worell also noticed his smiling. Both wondered what that was all about.

President Rayburn continued, "Therefore, the professors have been instructed to allow you relief within the first five minutes of each class, either administered by yourself, your partner, that would be Andrea, of course, or the instructor." 

Andrea grimaced. She might have to masturbate Henry? She did know that was true. She had studied the rules quite carefully. She wasn't about to be tricked by anyone when her clothes were off. But, she didn't like being reminded of that particular fact.

Henry's smile grew broader as he imagined Andrea jerking him off. Perhaps he would spray his stuff all over those boobs. He couldn't wait to see them, and was already quite stiff and hard.

"We also don't want our students to be disrupting classes by masturbating during a lecture, nor do we want any untoward sexual activity to occur in between classes. Classroom exercises though may at times draw upon the fact that you are naked. Well, um, I guess that's it. Any questions?"

"Yes sir," Andrea said, raising her hand.

"Yes, Andrea, please, do speak up."

Andrea brought her hand down and cursed herself for having put it up in the first place. She imagined that Henry would have just asked his question, rather than asking for permission to ask a question, particularly when the President had quite clearly provided his permission. It was sometimes so hard to break out of the restraints of one's gender. She so much looked forward to growing today as a woman, as a proud feminist woman. She did agree with the suggestion of President Rayburn that she would be a better person once the day was done. She would be among the most infamous feminists of her time. "Yes, well, why does the boy get relief but not the girl?"

Dean Worell almost chuckled out loud. She was quite the agitator, she was.

"Excuse me?" President Rayburn was perplexed by the question.

"Why can't the girl obtain relief? Why can only the boy? Girls have sexual desires, sexual needs. Why do you only allow the boy to obtain relief?"

"Well, um, it's just that, well, boys can develop quite a bit of discomfort."

"Perhaps you only know that because you are a man. Can't a woman become frustrated? Are her needs to be simply ignored while those of the man are catered to at every class?"

Whoa, President Rayburn thought, this was a very strident, outspoken young lady. His doubts regarding her selection were once again aroused. He wasn't too sure what to say. Neither Chrissie nor Suzannah had made any such request and probably would have been offended at the suggestion, implying that they were perhaps some kind of sluts or sex fiends. He couldn't help but wonder if Andrea was just trying to cause trouble. But, he knew better than to confront the young lady with her impudence, not at this point. He needed to be supportive, or at least pretend to be. "Well, again, Andrea, I must say, you do raise a good point." He knew that if he expressed his disagreement she would only argue with him further. "Certainly if you want relief then you can most certainly request it."

"I can demand it, can't I?"

"Well, I must admit that it isn't so stated in the rules and regulations of The Program."

"Why am I not surprised," Andrea boldly exclaimed.

"But, I am sure that many, if not all, of the faculty will be accommodating and, frankly, if they are not, please do include that in your report. I'm sure it will be very, very informative." He was most definitely not looking forward to this young lady's report. He glanced over at Dean Worell, letting her know by the expression on his face that he would likely say, 'I told you so,' when this day was over.

Dean Worell though had the opposite reaction. She in fact wouldn't mind tagging along today, just to see what Andrea would do. But she knew that accompanying the participants was forbidden. For the experiment to really work no member of the administration was allowed to be present (except if a formal luncheon was scheduled, as it was in this case). She would though like to be a fly on this girl's shoulder.

Andrea replied, "Yes sir, I will most certainly do that."

"Well, excellent!" He so much appreciated being able to shift the conversation. He tried to get the tone more upbeat and collegial. "Why don't we then get started. If you would, please remove your clothes. Ladies first?"

As soon as he said that he recognized his mistake, which wasn't hard to do as Andrea was glaring at him. He wondered, must everything with this young lady involve some sort of sexism? He turned his attention to Henry. "No, no, let's change things up a bit. Henry, why don't you be a gentleman and go first."

Andrea again rolled her eyes. If Henry went first he was being a gentleman, somehow during her a favor? "No," she asserted, "I will go first. I wish to go first."

Henry was relieved to hear that. He wasn't particularly interested in exposing his erection to President Rayburn. He was looking forward to showing it off to the girls on campus. One of the web sites he particularly enjoyed specialized in CFNM (clothed females, naked males). Now he would in fact be able to actually live within one of his fantasies. This was going to be so, so cool!

But, exposing an erection to the male president of Abberville wasn't within the CFNM tradition. Plus, it might be kind of weird to display an erection for no apparent reason, as if he was always sporting one whenever he entered an administrative office. Once Andrea was undressed he would have a good reason to have a stiffie.

"Fine, fine," President Rayburn acquiesced. Can anyone really understand or anticipate how a girl will react? She's angry when he suggests she go first, then angry when he suggests Henry go first. Chrissie and Suzannah had both been first, but that had been fortuitous. Chrissie had simply arrived first, and Suzannah had volunteered before he could even pick one. She had been such a wonderfully enthusiastic participant. He missed Suzannah. She was such an exuberant little cutie pie.

Andrea started unbuttoning her blouse.

Dean Worell and President Rayburn waited patiently.

Henry was not so patient. His eyes watched hungrily. His dick strained within his pants. Fortunately he was wearing quite tight briefs. He wore loose boxers when he knew he wanted to enjoy his erections. It was difficult to play with oneself through jeans and briefs. But, he wore jeans and tight briefs when he knew he wanted to hide an erection. Of course, he knew that today he wouldn't be able to hide it for long.

President Rayburn always had to suppress a smile at this point. He could say quite honestly that it was a smile of pride and enthusiasm for the young lady's participation in The Program, for her devotion to the future growth of Abberville College, but in all honesty it was also because he so much enjoyed the sight of a young lady's naked tits, and so far that had indeed been quite a pleasure. Chrissie's were rather large and firm, Suzannah's quite small and perky. Both had their own unique charm. He was curious as to the shape and size of Andrea's. It was like a present being unwrapped.

He would not have to wait long, as she had no brassiere to remove. Once Andrea had undone all of her buttons, she comfortably, almost nonchalantly, removed her blouse.

President Rayburn's eyes widened with shock. He just couldn't help himself.

Andrea's full, firm breasts were indeed breathtaking. They were most definitely larger than Chrissie's, but they were just as firm. It was actually quite remarkable. It was like they were defying gravity. Boobs this big really should sag. For a moment he wondered if they were natural. They just seemed so unnatural. They were standing up so proudly on her chest, like large ripe white melons, topped by the red areolas that were themselves capped by the perkiest stiff little nipples. Dr. Rayburn kept his office heavily air conditioned, and it was evident that the cool air was having a sweet effect on the young lady's nips. Why would such a feminist have such great boobs? Isn't that just wrong? 

Thank goodness he was wearing his tight briefs. He normally wore boxers, but on the days of The Program he always wore briefs.

Andrea had comfortably removed her blouse, but she was no longer feeling so comfortable, with Henry and even President Rayburn ogling her naked breasts. Why must guys stare at them so! Now she did feel a strong urge to hide them, to cover them with her hands, but she was not about to act like the shy, embarrassed, and modest girl, ruffled and alarmed by sex hungry men.

Andrea's magnificent jugs though were not the only reason for the President's wide eye look. There was also something else quite distinctive about her. Andrea wasn't shaved! Her underarms were actually hairy!

"Um, well, yes, Andrea, um, you, well, you didn't shave this morning?"

"I rarely shave, President Rayburn. Why should a woman shave under her arms? A man doesn't. I also didn't shave my legs."

She hadn't shaved? Henry had not in fact even noticed. His eyes had been glued on those fantastic boobs. He could see that they were natural. He was pretty good at spotting fake ones. But, man, these two jugs rivaled any that he had seen on any web site, and that was saying an awful lot. He was glad he was wearing briefs, but now he looked forward to springing his dick free from its tight constraints.

Well, President Rayburn thought, this is a problem, a really very serious problem. He can't have a female participant be covered in unsightly body hair. But, he was terribly uncomfortable about confronting the young lady.

Fortunately, Dean Worell stepped in. "Andrea, I did tell you to shave for this day, didn't I?"

That was true. Dean Worell had made it perfectly clear that she would have to shave her pits and legs if she wanted to participate in The Program. "Yes," she admitted, "you did, but I just felt..."

Dean Worell cut her off. Unlike President Rayburn, Dean Worell was not intimidated by an assertive woman. "Andrea," she explained, once again, "An attractive, appealing, arousing participant stirs emotions and conflicts that provide the whole rationale for The Program."

"So, once again, the girl must be pretty for the men."

"We have the same standards for the men, Andrea."

Henry smiled. He wouldn't think of himself as being on the same level as Andrea, when it came to physical attractiveness, but apparently Dean Worell felt that way. He couldn't wait to show the Dean his stiff dick. He wondered if she would want to stroke it, perhaps even put her mouth on it.

Andrea glared. There was no way that Henry was attractive as her. But, she knew to make any such comparison would only be stooping to their level.

Dean Worell continued. "And, well, frankly, the Board of Trustees is concerned about the outcome for a participant who did have, for instance, a certain disfigurement, or something about her, or him, that could become the brunt of jokes, disparagement, or abuse. It is way too early in The Program at Abberville to take any such chances. The day will come when Abberville will push the envelope, explore new boundaries, stereotypes, and myths, but that day has not yet arrived."

Henry wondered whether having two students be naked all day was already kind of pushing the envelope, but he didn't say anything.

"We first need to establish a successful foundation for such future provocations, and that most certainly has not yet been laid."

Henry smiled at the word, "laid."

Andrea sighed, her full breasts rising further, then falling back down, although falling down was not what they really did. "Alright, alright. I'll shave." One point for the men, she felt. But, she shouldn't be surprised. Abberville just wasn't ready for her.

Dean Worell smiled. She had anticipated some possibilities along these lines and had arrived with everything that might be needed to make a girl look as pretty as possible. She stepped over to her purse, resting on one of the coffee tables, and retrieved the necessary tools for a clean shave, along with some make-up. "Andrea, let's have a visit to the powder room and get you ready."

"Must I really?" Andrea objected. Why do women call it a powder room? She never used it to powder her nose. She used it to pee and crap, things that apparently ladies don't do.

"You can choose not to participate, Andrea. Any participant can withdraw at any time."

"Yes," President Rayburn agreed. "Participation is entirely voluntary," although he wondered if perhaps they could make a compromise in Andrea's case. He would hate for her to withdraw on a point of a feminist principle. That might not look so good.

"Yes, well," Andrea said, staring at the make-up and shaving equipment. Having to shave and put on make-up would be so embarrassing, perhaps even more than being naked which, of course, was saying a great deal. "Let's go ahead and get it over with," she acquiesced, heading toward the 'powder room.' Dean Worell followed behind her.

Henry and President Rayburn watched the two ladies leave and then looked at each other. Henry shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, um, Henry, I suppose you could get undressed now," President Rayburn suggested.

"Now? Right now?" He would much prefer to wait until Andrea returned, or at least until his erection went down. It would be bad enough to be the only naked guy in the room, but in this case the other guy was the President of his university, with himself sporting a big hard-on. No, he would really prefer to wait a few minutes.

President Rayburn also found the thought of being alone with a naked male undergraduate to be a bit uncomfortable. He most certainly wouldn't want to be accused later of anything untoward, and then he wondered why that wouldn't seem to worry him if he had been alone with Chrissie or Suzannah. He kind of wished he had. Why can't the President participate in The Program. He imagined participating with the cute and perky Suzannah.




Naked at College 03 Pt. 01



What if he was alone with Andrea? Now, that would indeed worry him. Even if the opportunity arose he knew he should avoid it. Somehow he felt that this girl might be litigious; another reason, perhaps the biggest reason, that made him wonder if Dean Worell had been correct in selecting her. In any case, it probably wasn't right to make an exception for Henry. If Henry didn't undress now then how could he expect one of the future young ladies to undress privately with him. "Yes, um, right now, Henry."

Henry's shoulders sagged, and he turned his back to the President to begin to unbutton his shirt.

"No, no," the President corrected him. "You need to be facing me. Participants in The Program must never shield their, um, sexual parts from another person, either by body position, object, or, of course, any clothing." He took a deep breath, and then realized that he was, himself, being put to the test of The Program. He was disappointed in his reaction. He was the President yet he was himself feeling self-conscious and uncomfortable. He was not being a good role model. One should embrace the moment, not fear or dread it. He forced himself to smile, trying to look enthusiastic. "I do envy you, young man. If only I was a student once again. I would so much enjoy what you are about to experience. Yes, yes, yes." He hoped he hadn't oversold his feigned enthusiasm.

Henry took his time unbuttoning his shirt, but time does have a tendency to pass and he was eventually finished doing that. He even took more time taking off his shirt.

Professor Rayburn smiled. He could see the discomfort in the boy. If he was having trouble becoming naked in front of him, what was it going to be like when he had to be naked in front of Andrea and Dean Worell, and everyone else on campus! "Son, you might want to speed it up a bit. I always found that jumping in was the best way to get over the fear of a cold lake."

A cold lake would be good right now, although that might in fact shrivel his penis too much. Goodness! He certainly hoped his penis didn't shrink that much during any part of the day. He was looking forward to showing off his erection to all the girls. He would not be particularly interested in them seeing him at his most flaccid state.

Well, taking his time and worrying about the day did have the effect of providing sufficient time and distraction for his penis to wilt. He sped up a bit once he felt that he was now largely safe from being alone with an erection in the presence of the President.

"Excellent, young man, excellent!" President Rayburn observed. "That's the spirit now!"

A short time later Henry was standing naked with President Rayburn, still finding it rather awkward. How often is one naked in the office of a person of authority, who is himself fully dressed? Perhaps with a doctor, of course, but nobody else he could imagine. Maybe a movie director, but that wouldn't ever happen to the average person, and certainly not to Henry, although he did harbor a deep private fantasy of being a porn star. Well, maybe he didn't have the right stuff for that career. He was finding being nude like this really quite awkward. Henry glanced down at his penis. It didn't look too bad, he felt, but now he wished it was at least partially erect so it wouldn't look so small.

The two of them stood there awhile, not knowing quite what to say. The obvious elephant in the room was Henry's nakedness, but what do two men say about that? "Well, I must say, Henry, you are in pretty good shape."

"Oh, yes, um, well, thank-you, sir." It was true. Henry was not athletic by any means. He was perhaps a bit on the thin side, but he had pretty good muscle tone. Henry then realized that he should probably return the compliment. "You're in pretty good shape too, um, President Rayburn."

"Oh! Yes, really? Yes, well, I do try to get more than my share of exercise. You really have to, you know, at my age."

They both then realized the awkwardness of discussing their bodies, with one of them being naked. Each hoped that the other guy wasn't taking it the wrong way.

"Yes, well, um, Henry, I'll just get back to these reports. No sense wasting valuable tuition dollars waiting for ladies to return. You know how long women can spend in the powder room." The President chuckled at his own joke, which also helped to reaffirm his own sexuality. He made his way quickly to his desk.

It took awhile for Andrea and Dean Worell to return. There was no rush as there was plenty of time before their first class. The President and the Dean had reserved plenty of time to orient the participants, answer any questions, address any problems, and Andrea's body hair had certainly been a problem that needed addressing.

It was perhaps though not that much time. It just felt like a lot of time given the awkwardness of the situation. Henry had to remain facing the President. Given that President Rayburn was the only person in the room Henry had to keep his penis within the President's line of vision.

When the ladies did finally return it was evident that it was well worth the wait.

Andrea came back entirely naked, ready for her participation. Her underarms had been shaved, along with her legs and, President Rayburn smiled approvingly, even her pubic hair.

"Well," he said, standing up to greet the ladies entering the room, "Aren't you now a very pretty sight, Andrea." He knew right away though that Andrea probably did not appreciate the remark. "Um, I mean, it wasn't like you weren't pretty before." His face flushed, realizing that Andrea probably didn't care much for that remark either.

Andrea didn't say anything, but her piercing eyes spoke volumes.

Dean Worell broke the tension. "We felt that once we got all of the other hair removed, why stop there?"

'Yes, why not,' thought Henry, his penis beginning to again swell.

"Well, I think it's just wonderful, Dean Worell," President Rayburn acknowledged, recalling again Suzannah, who had shaved down there as well. She had felt it was truly in the spirit of The Program, being then entirely naked and fully exposed. "Really quite excellent."

Andrea rolled her eyes. It certainly wasn't her idea, nor did she care much for it. She felt it was just another means to infantalize a woman, denying her natural features simply to be pleasing to the eyes of men. Plus, it did indeed make her feel even more exposed, if that was at all possible once one was in fact naked.

And, to add insult to injury, Dean Worell made her put on some fresh make-up, or in fact put it on for her. She would admit that the make-up did make her look prettier, more feminine, but that was precisely why she would prefer not to be wearing any at all. If men can't accept her for who she really is, then she really had no interest in their attention, if she had any interest in the first place.

Henry though very much appreciated it. He would find most any naked girl to be attractive, but Andrea was now really quite stunning, a true beauty. His cock was swelling more rapidly, particularly at the sight of that bald pussy. He very much liked that. Andrea's cunt looked so fresh, pure, and innocent, yet also so erotically sexy. It was just a small mound that formed a little pouch in between her lily white thighs, cut by a dear little slit. It was really quite elementary, so plain, yet so wondrously provocative.

Dean Worell observed, "Henry as well seems to like the make-over, Andrea."

"Henry!" Andrea said scoldingly, watching his penis grow and swell like a snake rising at the sight of a sweet, juicy prey.

Henry though just smiled. He had shocked his first girl with his erection, and it was no less than Andrea Ashbee. He couldn't be happier. This was going to be such a fun day!

President Rayburn chuckled, and feeling quite glad that he was wearing his tight briefs. "Well, much as I would like to enjoy further the company of you two fine, courageous and dedicate undergraduates, I must return to the doldrums of administrative life. A President's job is never done!"

"Yes sir, thank you, sir, and we won't let you down," Henry said with a big smile, outstretched hand, and pointing cock.

President Rayburn had a momentary impulse to shake the boy's stiff erection rather than his hand. That might be in the true spirt of The Program, but he couldn't get himself to do it. It was, after all, a young man's erection and he wasn't so sure that he would really like to touch it. Although, if he did then he probably should give Andrea's boobs a squeeze or, perhaps more accurately, her cunt a poke.. He couldn't play favorites. But, somehow he felt Andrea wouldn't appreciate that. He reached out and shook Henry's hand.

Andrea was in no mood to shake the President's hand, feeling now more like a common stripper than a feminist, all made up and shaved. But, she did reach out her hand as well. If the President was going to shake Henry's hand then he should shake hers as well. "I look forward to writing my report sir," she asserted emphatically.

Well, that sounded a bit foreboding to President Rayburn. But he replied with a big smile on his face, "And I most certainly look forward to reading it."

Andrea did not appreciate how her breasts jiggled as the President shook her hand. It even kind of felt that he was shaking her hand harder and longer than he had shaken Henry's, just to keep them dancing.

"Off you go," he exclaimed after he finally let go, admiring the sight of Andrea's cute little swaying tush sashaying its way out the door. Feminists may deny being feminine, but it was hard to get rid of that wiggle in a girl's walk.

THE WALK TO THE FIRST CLASS

Hank, their security guard, was waiting in the hallway. "Well, are you two excited to get off to your first class?"

"Sure am!" Henry exclaimed.

"That's kind of obvious," Andrea said sarcastically, her eyes on Henry's stiff dick. She suggested, "Don't you want to get rid of that first?"

"No, not at all," Henry replied. "The purpose of this is to demonstrate that we are very comfortable with our bodies, our sexuality. I'm just making a point," he said proudly.

"Well, not a very big point, I must say."

Henry glared at her. That wasn't very nice, he felt. He didn't say anything, but his body, or at least his penis, spoke for him, as it began to soften and wilt.

Hank wasn't too happy to see that they were sniping at each other. He would like to suggest that they be more mutually supportive as it was going to be a long and difficult day, at least at times, but he was not supposed to intercede, and certainly could not take sides, unless a clear rule or regulation was being broken.

He did though open the door for them to step out onto the commons, to begin their day naked at college.

It isn't easy to anticipate how difficult it is to be naked in public. The closest to fully appreciating such an experience is perhaps the common dream of adolescence, suddenly finding oneself without any clothes at school. For most persons this is a nightmare, not an erotic wet dream, and most do awaken from the nightmare fairly quickly.

Well, Andrea and Henry could not awaken to escape from their nightmare. They had to live within this very weird and strange new world for quite a number of hours.

The air was a bit brisk in the early morning and Andrea could feel her nipples stiffen, whereas Henry could feel his penis further slackening. But, what was a greater shock was just the realization that they were indeed fully, entirely naked in front of clothed strangers on their way to their own classes, most of whom were now turning their heads, eyes widening, smiles broadening, fingers pointing, the air filled with giggling, laughing, whispering, and tittering.

Andrea though smiled as she stepped out onto the commons, as she was greeted by a small crowd of comrades in arm. They cheered Andrea as she made her appearance. "You go girl!" "We're behind you, Andrea!" Andrea waved at them, a big smile on her face, feeling appropriately invigorated and galvanized. Yes, she felt she had made a very good decision.

Henry though was swept with a sudden sense of doubt and insecurity, his penis continuing to wilt. None of his friends had shown up, which he guessed was perhaps fine with him. He wasn't that interested in showing his friends his erection nor were they particularly interested in seeing it. They had all seen quite a few images of erect cocks. They all liked pornography, but the pictures and films didn't contain images of their friends. In fact, they even kept their own particular interests and predilections to themselves, finding that even too much to reveal to one another, and that was probably too bad because each of them had a few films that the others would love to see.

Still, the moral support would have been nice. Henry had at least asked his friends to try to intercept them on the way to their classes, suggesting possible poses for his partner.

Andrea raised her chin up high, thrust her breasts out, as if they needed any further prominence, and strode off to follow Hank to their first class, and then realized that she was following a man. She walked faster, her breasts bobbling, to get up beside him. She couldn't really pass him as she didn't know where the class was, but she was not about to submissively follow a man all day long. 

It was left for Henry to walk along submissively behind the two of them as the sidewalk was only wide enough for two persons. Still, he was at least treated with a continuous sight of Andrea's swaying naked bottom, which was rather nice. He wasn't complaining. He smiled as he admired her sashaying form.

Once they left the crowd in front of the Administration Building they headed for the Fine Arts building, first passing the Humanities Building to their right. It was clear that they were not going unnoticed. It's kind of difficult to ignore the presence of two naked persons, strolling along toward class. Heads instantly turned. Many persons simply stopped and stared, grinned and pointed.

Andrea though was not going to be intimidated. On the contrary, her body was making a statement, for women, for their rights and freedom.

And, it was quite a statement. She really did have a very lovely body, one that deserved to be naked and admired. For the guys who knew Andrea it was quite eye-opening to see her this way. They had not realized that she was actually this gorgeous. Her breasts was so firm, standing up so proudly on her chest, albeit doing quite a bit of bouncing and bobbling as she walked. Plus, one most definitely could not ignore that shaved cunt. They were really surprised to see that. Andrea would at times have unshaven legs even when she was wearing a skirt! Frankly, they were kind of put off by that. Yet, here she was, with nicely shaved legs and underarms, and even a shaved cunnie. They were seeing, and appreciating, Andrea in a whole new light! Apparently, even girls who are annoying, obnoxious, argumentative, accusatory, and arrogant, can be really, really lovely when they're naked, particularly if they are as gorgeous as Andrea. No dick remained limp once eyes were laid upon her. A few of the guys were even thinking of asking her out in the future, but the next day they would change their minds. They knew it must be some sort of a trap.

The walk was more difficult for Henry. He had been hoping to shock and awe the ladies with his bold and impressive erection. He had harbored the fantasy of being the classic exhibitionist, jumping out from around a corner, sporting a raging hard-on, startling and even frightening pretty females, perhaps even ejaculating on them. The Program was clearly a tremendous opportunity for fantasy to become reality.

But, regrettably, reality sometimes does not conform to fantasy. Most frustrating was losing his erection just as they were getting started, slackening further with the cool morning air, and then further still with his feelings of frustration.

Even the cute little swaying tush of Andrea was not bringing it back, probably because he was not getting the reactions that he had hoped. The girls did not appear to be shocked. They most certainly were not frightened. They were surprised, but this was quickly followed by amusement, tittering, and giggling, which only further hampered his ability to get his erection to return.

If it was allowable within the rules he would have used his hand to get it hard again, but masturbation was limited to classes, either to get relief or as part of a classroom exercise.

The experience was a little surprising for Andrea as well. She had been expecting all sorts of catcalls and taunts, the kind of thing you expect from guys at strip clubs, or from drunk guys yelling at a coyote girl. Instead, she was just getting pleasant, grateful smiles and compliments, although perhaps it was just because the guys were initially stunned, particularly those who knew her.

It was though against the rules of The Program to treat the participants poorly. Participants were never to be touched, and were not to be verbally denigrated, insulted, or abused. This sort of undermined Andrea's mission to teach the boys of Abberville a lesson as to gender equality if their natural male instincts were being suppressed through a university regulation.

But, there were ways to bend the rules without actually breaking them, and it wasn't too long before the evil testosterone of at least one young man managed to break the surface. Just as they were approaching the Fine Arts building they were finally stopped by a request for a pose. Students could not touch the participants but they could ask them to present their bodies in any way they wished, as long as they asked politely.

"Andrea," Norman Edwards asked, "have you posed yet?"

She stopped. She knew what was coming. She took a deep breath to prepare herself. "No, no I haven't," she acknowledged.

"Whoa! Thank goodness I'm not too late. So, hey, you know, if you wouldn't mind, I would be very appreciative if you could do a pose for me."

He was certainly being polite, and the participant, in response, had to politely agree. "I would be very happy to," she replied, providing a friendly but clearly insincere smile. She waited for his instruction.

Norman grinned broadly. What a ridiculously tremendous opportunity. How many times do you get a chance to have a pretty girl pose naked for you? And, this girl was Andrea Ashbee. He knew her, although he wasn't sure she knew him. He knew he would enjoy this even more if she knew whom he was. "Cool! Hey, do you know who I am, Andrea?"

She shook her head. He did not have a particularly striking or even memorable appearance. He just seemed like a pretty ordinary looking, even forgettable guy. She just wished he would get on with it.

"I was in your poly-sci class."

'Oh snap,' she thought. Now she remembered. She had gotten into this big argument with him over equal pay for equal work. He argued that women don't make as much because they were hired by a firm, business, or organization under pressure to hire more women, resulting in the hiring of persons less qualified then the men, who then naturally got greater raises, to the extent that raises are based on merit. It was a natural consequence of affirmative action. He was such a jerk! "Yeah, I remember," she said, losing her phony smile. She wondered if she should remind him of the drug company that was recently fined for failing to provide equal pay for the same work, and it had nothing to do with merit.

"Well, let me see," Norman pondered, "let me see." He could already see a great deal, his eyes fixed hungrily on those lusciously full and firm boobs. It seemed like such a waste to have such great breasts on a woman who disliked men as much as Andrea. Well, he wasn't going to waste them now.




Naked at College 03 Pt. 01



A crowd was beginning to gather, many of the guys wishing that they had initiated the request for a pose. A few shouted out some suggestions, like on her knees with bottom up in the air, on her butt with legs and pussy spread, or bent over with hands grasping her bottom, spreading open her ass cheeks. These were all very nice suggestions, and each was due serious consideration, as only one pose was allowed per walk to class. Norman though had a different idea.

"What I would like you to do, Andrea, if you wouldn't mind, of course..." He actually waited for an answer.

"No, Norman, of course I don't mind," she responded, doing her best to sound pleasant and polite.

Hank smiled and nodded. This was good behavior for a participant. He was pleasantly surprised. He figured Andrea was going to be more of a problem.

Norman smiled. Their interaction was almost as good as any pose. Well, that might be an overstatement but it was pretty neat to have Andrea act so sweet and accommodating, particularly when she was naked. He so wished that photographs were allowed. She would make such a nice screen saver. He imagined having a debate with her in the future, pondering her picture on his i-phone as he did so. "Well then, what I would like is for you to pose with your hands on your knees, your knees bent, bottom sticking out, and head up, with your lips puckered, like you're giving a guy a kiss. You know, like a girly picture pose."

Andrea shook her head in disbelief. This was so, so annoying, and demeaning. But, she proceeded to get into the pose, the crowd responding with chatter, giggles and gasps. It was really a very remarkable sight. The guys behind were treated by her bottom jutting out, her hairless cunnie mound poking out from between her clenched thighs, the slit of her pussy so inviting, so enticing, above which was her perky rounded bum, the cheeks slightly parted, her puckered rosebud peeking out as well, complemented by her puckered lips in front, inviting the guy to give her a kiss as well as to grasp, squeeze, and fondle those lusciously full breasts still jutting out from her chest despite being partially bent over. It was a classic pose, perhaps outdated, something one would see on a model from the 1950's or 1960's, not what a feminist would imagine doing in this modern age, or perhaps any age.

"Are you enjoying it, Norman?" Andrea asked, a proud and triumphant smile on her face, following him around with her eyes as he circled her body, enjoying every perspective, every inch, of such a wondrous body. Andrea even wiggled her bottom for him a bit when he got to the rear, her rear.

"Well, I guess I am, Andrea. Thank you for asking."

"I do want to make you happy, Norman," she said in her sweetest, almost saccharine voice as she looked back at him, past her arched bottom. "Really I do." She momentarily desisted from puckering her lips to give him a smile.

She really didn't mind, at least for one important reason. This would all be in her report: her report to President Rayburn, and "Women Unite!" The more she was demeaned, the better would be her expose. She was especially glad that Norman had provided his name, as she would most definitely name names.

She was though also making Henry happy, very happy indeed. Norman was in fact one of Henry's friends, and the pose Norman had selected for Andrea was precisely what Henry had requested of his friend. He smiled. He knew it was an old-fashioned pose, but when it came to porn Henry was at times old school. He appreciated the classic period of pornography. Beyond his personal favorites of Annette Haven, Christy Canyon, and Victoria Paris, he also so much enjoyed the films of Ginger Lynn, Nikki Charm, Desiree Cousteau, and Hyapatia Lee. He was pretty disappointed in what was currently being produced. The actresses seemed to just play themselves, which regrettably (for him) were sluts rather than everyday persons. In any case, it didn't take long for Henry's erection to return. That pose always did it for him, and Andrea really did it justice, her perky bottom, puckered butt hole, and cunnie slit pouch, all poking back at him, and this wasn't even a picture. This was for real. He was again so, so glad he had been selected to serve in The Program! His cock finally returned to its full glory.

"Well, then, how about a pose for me, Henry?"

"What?" Henry turned to see Carol Denver, a friend of Andrea's. Apparently turnabout is fair play, and Carol was going to be as considerate of him as Norman had been of Andrea.

Carol gave Henry her best coquettish look, even mimicking Andrea's pose. "Would you be willing to give this little girl a pose?"

"Um, yeah, yeah, sure, I would." He was though a little uncertain, to say the least Something about this girl made him think that she wasn't going to ask him to display his dick in a proud, majestic, masculine fashion. She was certainly not reacting to it with shock and awe.

"Oh, you're such a good little boy," Carol responded.

Hank was beginning to feel that these students were bordering on the line between playfulness and disrespect. What they were saying was perfectly fine, but he was becoming concerned that there was too much sarcasm in their tone. He wondered if he should break this off, although he did feel that it would not be fair to Andrea to have been posed while he protects Henry from a similar fate. He did not want to favor the young man. He didn't have to be briefed by President Rayburn regarding Andrea's history. As a campus security guard he was well familiar with the antics of Andrea Ashbee.

"Well, what I would like," Carol continued, "is for you to see if you can get your penis into your mouth."

"What?!"

The crowd quieted, with the exception of some murmuring and whispering. Many weren't so sure they heard Carol correctly.

Andrea's shifted her pose a bit so that she could see Henry, a bit of a grin forming on the corners of her puckered lips.

Carol had wanted to tell Henry to suck himself off just like he would make a girl do, but she kept that instruction to herself as that could be judged by the security guard as being demeaning and insulting.

Henry looked at Hank.

Hank shrugged his shoulders and then nodded. It was a perfectly reasonable request. Henry could quit, but if he stayed within The Program he would have to comply with the request, and do so cheerfully.

Henry took a deep breath, turned back to Carol, and replied, his voice a bit tremulous, "Uh, yeah, sure Carol, I'd be happy to."

At Henry's reply, the whispering from the crowd grew louder, and Andrea's and Carol's smiles broader. And then broader still as Henry made his way over to a lamppost that was within a couple of feet beside them. He would need something to brace his back against.

The fact was, Henry could do this, as he had done it quite a number of times. It isn't that easy, but it doesn't necessarily take a big cock to do it. It just took a very fit abdomen and an equally limber back. Plus, he had worked at if for a year or so.

He got down on the ground, on his back, and inched his way up against the light pole. He then slid up further against the pole, bit by bit, inching his butt up higher and higher up the pole until his shoulders butted up against it, and then he let his legs fall back down, knees slipping past his face, his erect cock sliding down toward his mouth.

The crowd, Andrea, Carol, and even Hank gasped. Norman left. He wasn't too sure he wanted to see his friend do this.

It was perhaps gross enough to see Henry's naked butt upside down, his asshole clearly showing, his balls hanging down. Even Hank found it aversive and he was supposed to maintain a dispassionate composure no matter what happened. But, for some, it got even worse.

Henry reached up and grasped hold of the back of his legs and pulled hard on the lower half of his body, bringing the head of his crown the last additional necessary inch. He opened his mouth and drew his swollen purple plum into his own mouth.

Carol and Andrea were shocked.

Some of the girls in the crowd exclaimed, "That's disgusting!" "Gross!" "What a pervert!" But a quick look from Hank ended that.

On the other hand, some members of the audience cheered and clapped. It might be disgusting and perverse but it was indeed impressive. They had to give Henry some credit. Probably none of the guys could do it, and probably most of them had tried. What guy hasn't tried that at least once? There is really nothing more enjoyable to a guy than having his cock in a girl's mouth, yet it doesn't happen very often and even less often when he doesn't have a girlfriend. What guy would not want to be able to do it for himself? If he's willing to use his own hand he should be willing to use his own mouth. Well, that was at least how Henry felt about it and, with considerable practice, patience, and perseverance, he had finally managed to accomplish the act, and was instantly handsomely rewarded. It just felt so, so, so fucking good to be able to bath the head of his dick with his tongue. It was probably not as good as it would be if it was the tongue of a girl but it did put his fingers to shame and the fact that it was so perverse probably made it feel even better.

He even used his tongue a bit on himself now, as he absorbed his knob into his mouth, although being sure to keep that little added extra touch hidden from view. There was nothing more pleasurable than to feel a tongue licking and lapping one's knob. If only they knew how pleasurable this was.

Carol asked, "Let us see you lick it, Henry. I would be ever so grateful." A student could not ask for a new pose, but he or she could ask for a minor variation on the same theme.

Henry wasn't even sure if he minded, at least too much, as he was now feeling quite proud of himself, as well as excited. This was perhaps the kind of shock and awe he wanted to display. He let the head of his cock slip back out from his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and gave himself a few quick licks right on the tip.

Gasps of astonishment and disgust swept over the crowd. Nobody knew quite what to say. They were speechless. It was just so weird, so startling, and perhaps just as repugnant and revolting.

"That's just sick, Henry," Andrea finally said.

"Alright, that's enough," Hank said, ending the posing for now. He was himself a bit put off by it, although he knew that he shouldn't be. He wondered if he would include his own reaction in his report. He would at least emphasize the reaction of the crowd. If President Rayburn wanted the participants to push the envelope, to rattle the cage of sexual conflicts, Henry had certainly done that.

Henry got up from the ground, his crown all shiny, slick and swollen, his face a bit red as well, in part from the position he had been in but perhaps as well from embarrassment, the sounds of disgust ringing in his ears, even from his partner.

Henry again asked, Andrea, "Why do you have to be so mean?"

There were no more poses, nor even conversation, as they made their way to their first class.

FINE ARTS 450

Henry quickly got over Andrea's reaction. He became more annoyed with himself than with her. What kind of reaction would one expect from her? Imagine being married to this woman! And, it was quite evident that he had gotten the shock and awe he had been seeking. There was no doubt that a lot of people will be talking about him on campus for quite some time!

He was also just happy that he had gotten his erection back, and that was, quite ironically, if not appropriately, thanks to Andrea and her friend. Now he would seek relief at the beginning of their first class. He smiled as he thought about jerking off in front of a bunch of nervous, intimidated girls.

He was feeling pretty good about himself as they entered Mrs. Jennifer Canfield's Fine Arts class and were met with a surprise. All of the students were wearing blindfolds!

"Welcome! Welcome!" Mrs. Canfield cheerfully greeted the two participants.

Mrs. Canfield was not a novice to The Program. She had hosted the two original participants, Chrissie and Michael, having her students draw a portrait of them within her figure drawing class. Her students were quite appreciative of their presence, as it was very difficult to obtain nude models. The college allowed her to hire professional models, but the small budget and remote, rural location of Abberville made such employment functionally prohibitive. And, it was difficult to convince fellow undergraduates to pose. Unless, of course, they were participants within The Program.

Michael's erections had been a bit of a problem, but they had managed to work around them. 

Mrs. Canfield was ecstatic to have another set of participants, this time for her sculpting class. Some of the other faculty were a little annoyed that she would twice have Program participants whereas they had not yet had any. Many of the students were in fact pressuring their professors to have the Program participants attend their class, as they were clearly the hottest celebrities on campus. But, unless the professor could provide some compelling rationale it would not happen and it was fairly easy for Mrs. Canfield to make a compelling case for the value of naked students. It was much more difficult for professors of, for instance, geography, zoology, or history.

Mrs. Canfield proposed having Andrea and Henry visit her advance sculpting class and, even better, she would try one of the more innovative, contemporary methods: "blinded sculpting." She explained to Andrea and Henry, "It's really quite logical. Sculpting is a physical, tactile form of aesthetic expression. It concerns form in space. What is more natural than to rely solely on the tactile sensations of space in time to form the sculpture, to experience its creation, its crystallization and evolution, as a sensual, bodily communion between the palpable fingers of the artist and the form being sculpted. Eyes, visual perception, only get in the way, undermining the true nature of the sculpting experience. Don't you agree?"

Henry just nodded, feeling his penis slowly losing its steam. He wasn't following anything that she was saying. He majored in computer science and had no interest in art.

Mrs. Canfield explained further, "Some Buddhist monks have even been said to have blinded themselves so that they could dedicate and devote their lives to the true art of sculpting in its finest natural form." She suddenly realized that she had neglected something. "Oh, but goodness, I'm ahead of myself, gracious, what a poor host. Henry, would you like to gain relief?"

A bit of giggling could be heard as the girls imagined a naked boy in the class, sporting in their mind's eye a very big erection, who was about to jerk off. What a rotten deal to be wearing blindfolds! They wondered how big he really was. They figured that he was probably awfully, awfully big. A few of the girls wondered how they would be able to dodge his squirts, being blindfolded. They weren't quite sure how they felt about that.

Mrs. Canfield turned her attention to the class. "Now you young ladies behave yourselves. It's Henry's right to relieve himself at the beginning of any class." That comment only stimulated more giggling. Her face flushed as she realized the ambiguity of her remark. "Well, of course, I mean, you know, masturbate his penis until it ejaculates. We must all be quite mature about it. Let's not have any more giggling."

The boys were not giggling. They had been rather disappointed, to say the least, to be unable to see Andrea. But, if Henry was going to jerk off they found their present state to be preferable. Still, a couple of the boys wondered how they would be able to dodge his ejaculation, grimacing at the thought.

She turned her attention back to Henry. "Would you like me to take care of it for you, Henry, or would you prefer to do it yourself? Or, I'm sorry, your pretty little partner, Andrea, perhaps she would like to masturbate you?"

A few boys now chuckled behind their blindfolds at the thought of that. That they would enjoy watching.

Andrea grimaced, not only at the thought of doing so but also at the fact that the teacher had even asked Henry if he would like her to masturbate him. It's up to the man to decide if she masturbates him? She has no choice in the matter? But, she decided not to press the point. Mrs. Canfield was disappointingly traditional in her ways but she was also a nice and sweet women. Andrea would choose her battles carefully and this wasn't one of them. Still, she did at least answer for herself. "No thank you, Mrs. Canfield. I think I'll pass on that."

"Oh! Alright then, certainly, well then let me." She reached out for Henry's penis, just as she had done for Michael.

Henry pulled away. "No, no, that's alright, Mrs. Canfield. I don't feel I really need it. I'm fine."

Mrs. Canfield smiled. Michael had been rather shy about it as well. It took a bit of coaxing and reassurance, but eventually Michael let her help him, and then he squirted and squirted and squirted: a very happy and relieved boy indeed. "Now don't be embarrassed, Henry. None of the girls can even see you. Let Mrs. Canfield take care of your little man and then you'll feel much, much better." She again reached out for his penis.

Henry put his foot down. "Honestly, Mrs. Canfield. I mean it. I'm fine. I really don't want to." The fact was that Henry saw no point in gaining relief now. If no girl, other than Andrea, was going to see it happen, what would be the purpose? It was a real disappointment. What is the point of being naked on campus if the students are blindfolded?! There was no shock and awe here. He might as well save himself. There was likely to be many more opportunities.

Mrs. Canfield was surprised, and a bit uncertain what to do. "Yes, well, Henry, to be honest, I am a bit concerned, I must say, about having the sculptures contain an erection." That would be a bit disconcerting at the end of the year art show, when the parents arrive on campus to see their children's works of art, but that wasn't even her major concern. "I'm not so sure that the clay will hold such a sculpture." The girls giggled at that, their faces blushing at the thought of actually sculpting an erection. "But, well, I guess we can try. Yours may in fact be manageable." Giggles turned to laughter, even among the boys, as they understood what she was saying.

Andrea smiled as well, and Henry began to lose the potentially problematic erection. Nothing like a deflating remark to cause a deflation.

"Well, alright then." Mrs. Canfield was still confused though. Perhaps he really didn't want to do it. But, what boy doesn't want to be masturbated? She even felt a bit disappointed. She had kind of enjoyed masturbating Michael, and had been looking forward to doing it for Henry as well. Well, the kids these days can be so hard to understand.

"What about me?" Andrea asked.

"You?" Mrs. Canfield was further confused. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you said you didn't want to masturbate Henry. Dear, if he doesn't want it..."

"No, Mrs. Canfield." Andrea said with clear annoyance. She could put up with only so much of this. "You didn't ask me if I wanted relief."

The boys returned to again cursing the blindfolds.

"Oh!? You? Oh, well, um, I think it's only the boys that have the option, dear. I mean, you don't really need to, you know."

"Don't you think that's rather discriminatory, Mrs. Canfield? As a woman do you not find this troubling?"

Henry rolled his eyes. Is she going to do this all day long? His penis was shrinking fast, despite the fact that a pretty girl was asking to masturbate in front of him. Feminists can really take the fun out of things, including even some pretty nice voyeurism.




Naked at College 03 Pt. 01



"Oh, well, my, I guess so, dear. I mean, well, I suppose. I hadn't thought about it that way. Well, yes dear, if you feel you need relief, you can certainly do so." Mrs. Canfield considered asking Hank, the security guard for a ruling on this, but she concluded that she should probably let Andrea do it, if she insisted. But, goodness, it was awfully un-ladylike. Thank goodness the boys would be blindfolded!

"No, no, that's fine. I'll pass this time." Andrea agreed with Henry, although not realizing it. What was the point of masturbating if nobody was going to see it? What guerilla theater could one perform for a blindfolded audience? She just wanted the protest on record.

Mrs. Canfield was now even more confused. First the young lady demands to masturbate and then as soon as she is given the opportunity, she says she doesn't want to do it. "Um, yes, well, then, uh, shall we get started?" Maybe the girl just realized how wrong it would be. She couldn't blame her for that.

Mrs. Canfield directed Henry and Andrea to kneel on an exercise pad, facing each other, that she had placed on the small stage at the front of the class. The pad would help protect their bare knees as they would be kneeling in the same position for much of the class. She also positioned large pillows behind their knees to help keep their bottoms a bit elevated without straining their thigh muscles.

"Yes, very, very nice," she said. "Just like a couple of professionals."

It all seemed kind of weird to Andrea. She had done blindfolded sculpting when she was in elementary school. It was kind of fun trying to make little animals without being able to see what one was doing. It invariably turned into these funny weird freaks of nature, like alien creatures or something. Of course, back then, they didn't have much skill anyway.

Mrs. Canfield explained, "Okay, as you can see, Andrea and Henry, advanced sculpting is a very small class. We have but four girls and three young gentlemen. We don't want the two of you to feel at all uncomfortable having a member of the same sex explore your bodies so the three young gentlemen, and..." She turned to the three boys to emphasize her point. "I do mean gentlemen..." She paused so that point would sink in. "...will be paired with Andrea and the four young ladies will be paired with Henry."

Andrea looked up at the ceiling in disgust. She would have had no problem whatsoever having four pretty girls feeling her body. Heck, she would in fact have enjoyed it! She had explored her bisexuality a number of times, and found the respectful love of another woman to be more satisfying in a number of ways than the disgusting exploitation of her body by a hairy man. But, naturally, Mrs. Canfield, being a well socialized, traditional woman was thinking only of the man who would probably freak out if other guys were feeling his body. So, in the spirit of catering to Henry's delicate sensibilities, his every wish and whim, she would have to let three young men feel her up. Well, at least they would be blindfolded and, of course, it would all go in her report. She almost smiled as she thought about what a revealing expose it would be: The Program compelling women to submit to fondling by strange men just so the male participant's homosexual insecurities wouldn't be aroused.

Mrs. Canfied had positioned sculpting stands in a circle around Andrea and Henry. She carefully led each student to his or her position, upon each respective stand stood a large supply of clay. It wasn't entirely formless as one could readily discern the basic outline of a human torso. It was the students' job to turn this basic outline into the specific form of their model, Andrea or Henry. The students were to explore the torsos of their respective models, using only their hands, trying to literally get a feel of each bend, bump, curve, and turn, and then reproduce that in clay. The models would get quite a bit of clay on their bodies as a result, but Mrs. Canfield would leave time for them to clean up.

Henry's eyes lit up. Well, this wasn't going to be so bad after all! He grinned broadly as girls began to feel around his chest, under his arm, and around his back. His erection quickly returned.

Andrea shook her head as she saw Henry's penis swell rapidly at just the girls touching his upper body. 'This twerp would probably get a boner just by thinking about a girl,' she thought, and she wasn't far from the truth, although considering him to be a twerp wasn't a particularly fair judgment. Perhaps justice was served though when she felt a boy's hands on her body which, not surprisingly, instantly went to her breasts. She leaned back her head and rolled her eyes.

Soon all three guys and all four girls were exploring their models' bodies.

"It will help," Mrs. Canfield instructed, "if the two models could get their arms and hands out of the way. The artists will only be sculpting the torsos. No arms, heads, or legs. Just from the necks down to the thighs."

Andrea and Henry raised their arms and hands out of the way. This was fine for Henry, providing easier access for the girls and, with the girls blindfolded, he could occasionally, accidentally of course, bump one of his elbows, or even a hand, against a breast, causing some embarrassment to the girl and a smile from him. He didn't linger long, but any brief touch was rather sweet. However, he soon noticed Andrea glaring at him for that and he stopped, or at least became much more careful.

The students did not linger for long as they had to work on their sculptures, but they often felt they needed a reminder. This was considerably more difficult than they had imagined and it was proving to be a very educational exercise indeed. Mrs. Canfield was very, very pleased.

The girls had been slow to get to Henry's penis, feeling a bit apprehensive about that. They weren't sure what they were going to find, and none of them wanted to appear like some sort of a slut. They were artists, not girls trying to feel some guy up. But once they overcome their initial inhibition they did tend to linger as much as they had initially avoided, much to Henry's intense pleasure. What had started off being a very disappointing class was turning into a very wonderful class! His grin widened as he felt girl after girl carefully explore his erection, sliding her slippery clay smeared hands all up and down and around and around. Henry had never thought of masturbating himself with clay, but at the moment he was wondering if slippery slick clay might even be better than lotion.

Mrs. Canfield though was not particularly happy when she felt that Sally was essentially just masturbating the young man, her fist wrapped around the shaft, slowly sliding up and down.

"Now, Sally, don't just stroke Henry's penis."

Julie, Mary, and Jennifer, the other three girls, giggled.

"But, I've never felt one before, Mrs. Canfield," Sally confessed. "I'm just not sure what its like."

The other three girls giggled even louder, and then realized that they had been provided with a very good ruse for lingering there as well.

"Yes," said Mary, "I'm really very confused myself." She added, replacing Sally at the shaft, trying to keep herself from laughing. "I didn't realize that they got so stiff and hard like this, and what's this big knobby plum thing at the top? I can't quite get it's shape." She was carefully studying Henry's knob, her slippery finger tips exploring and caressing every curve, rise, and lip.

Mrs. Canfield wasn't that naive. These girls knew the shape of a man's erection. But, she did have to appreciate that they were just young artists, having a bit of difficulty with their first nude models. "Now girls," she warned them. "You behave yourselves. You are all grown up young ladies. Act like artists, not like immature little girls. Just explore the penis enough to get a sense of its size, shape, and texture. No hanky panky."

Henry preferred the immature hanky panky approach, but he would settle for the professional approach. Even that was terribly, terribly nice, as the girls, sometimes alone, sometimes together, carefully explored every little inch of his shaft, crown, and balls, making sure that they did indeed fully appreciate their precise shape, size, and texture. His dick never felt more appreciated, perhaps even admired. Well, maybe that was going too far, but when four girls are exploring it that closely it sure felt that way.

Andrea was not so pleased, as the boys first concentrated on exploring her breasts. Breasts come in all different sizes and shapes, after all, and it was important to try to get a very precise understanding of this particular set. It was quickly very evident that these were rather large and surprisingly firm boobs. It was difficult though to tell how round they were using just one hand. A single hand couldn't get the entire picture. It was like the blind men with the elephant. It was potentially deceiving with just one hand. One really had to bring both hands into the action, to get the true sense of the proportion, scope, and breadth, and there was considerable breadth to fathom.

Andrea looked off to the side. She did not enjoy it when young male interns, even doctors, conducted a breast exam. It didn't seem that terribly necessary at her age, and they would appear to take their time about it. Well, this was a hundred times worse, as these were three pairs of hands, slipping, sliding, grasping, squeezing, poking, groping, and cupping her boobs all over the place!

And, it became even more disturbing as her nipples responded. It was difficult for them to lay low as the sculpting clay made the boys' fingers so slippery and slick. She felt like a female sultan with a harem of males whose job it was to please her breasts, which these young men were certainly doing, despite her mind's annoyance. She occasionally had to take a deep breath as she felt a particularly stimulating caress or squeeze. She so wished that her nipples didn't give her away, but like Henry's erection it just instinctively happened.

Nor did it help when one or even more of the guys studied her nips in particular, squeezing them, twirling them within a pair of slippery fingers and thumbs. "Oh my goodness," she softly gasped, and then cursed herself for her primitive, sexual reaction, succumbing so shamelessly to these dirty minded and literally dirty handed boys.

Andrea recovered her composure though when she noticed Henry smiling at her as one of the girls was gently sliding her fingers up and down his now very slippery and slick shaft, his cock pointing right at her. She scowled at him but he didn't flinch.

"It's kind of fun being a model, isn't it, Andrea." His cock felt so, so fucking good.

She didn't answer. She just glared, and then gasped when a guy pinched a nipple.

Mrs. Canfield was feeling a little jealous, and not just of Andrea's round firm breasts. She was jealous of Andrea's boobs being so thoroughly fondled and groped by three young men. She had considered offering herself as a model, and was now giving it very serious consideration for a future class. It would be good for the students to sculpt a more mature woman.

Mrs. Canfield tore her eyes away from the boys' hands exploring Andrea's boobs to the actual sculptures that were being developed. She was surprised and pleased to see that the boys were actually doing a pretty good job, although she was amused by the fact that they were exaggerating the size of her breasts, which were already rather impressive. They even gave her very extended nipples. Still, a sculpturer does have a certain artistic license.

"Now, boys," she instructed, "be sure to get the vaginal area." None of them had yet attempted that particular form.

They had been avoiding it intentionally, waiting until they were certain that they did in fact have permission to explore the girl there as well. With Mrs. Canfield's instruction all three rushed at once, causing Andrea to lurch with shock as fingers suddenly dove into her cunt.

"Hey, take it easy guys!" She complained. Could there be a greater affront to a woman than to have three boys suddenly attack her vagina with their fingers?

"Boys," Mrs. Canfield admonished, "one at a time." It was clear that some order needed to be injected. "Billy, you've made the most progress so far, why don't you go first. Adam, you can have her bottom, and I think Alex, you should go back to her breasts. I think you don't quite have her left bosom quite right. Her nipple is a bit off mark there."

This though could perhaps be worse: three guys exploring different parts of her body all at once, one at a breast and nipple, one at her derriere, and one at her vagina. And now it didn't feel like an assault. It was instead like a rather intensely erotic massage at some sort of weird mud parlor. Andrea tried to ignore the fact that their exploring, caressing fingers all over her body, all over her boob, nipple, bottom, and cunnie, all just felt so, so nice. She closed her eyes, not wanting Henry to see the excitement within hers, but the heaving of her breasts was still a very compelling tell.

Henry though was noticing that the girls were also providing quite a bit of exaggeration to his size, Sally in particular. She had given him quite an impressive cock. It was a bit off in its shape, of course, but maybe Mrs. Canfield would let her touch it up later with the blindfold off. "Hey," he asked Mrs. Canfield, "can we have one of these, you know, as like a souvenir?" How cool would that be!

Mrs. Canfield smiled at the boy's naivete, although she should perhaps be insulted that he would refer to works of art as souvenirs. "Oh no, Henry," she explained, "These will be on display the rest of the semester and will be sold at the alumni auction to raise funds for the college."

"What?!" Andrea exclaimed, her eyes now widening in shock, momentarily ignoring Billy's fingers caressing and exploring her swollen, slick, wet vaginal lips. She didn't much care for the idea of her naked body being on permanent display. Well, not really permanent but at least through the rest of the academic year, potentially ogled by every boy on campus, and then purchased by some old fart, a man no doubt, for his "viewing pleasure" at home.

Henry loved the idea, particularly since the girls were clearly exaggerating his size. It was like he could continue to vicariously expose his erection to women, including the girls on campus, for months to come. He wondered if he could stand beside them and provide autographs.

"Oh yes," Mrs. Canfield explained. "I'm sure Dean Worell told you about that in the orientation."

'She most certainly had not,' Andrea thought. This would very definitely go down in her report. She wanted to object further but perhaps there was no point and, besides, she was feeling so distracted, so disturbed, and, well, frankly, so aroused. Billy had finished his exploration of her cunnie lips, but only to be quickly replaced by Alex. "Oh my goodness," Andrea again softly exclaimed as Alex's fingers took Billy's place to caress, squeeze, and pinch her clit.

"Yes, isn't it wonderful!" Mrs. Canfield replied. "But, Sally, you have Henry's penis much, much too large." She was worried that it might just fall off. It was sticking out so far!

"It's just an expression, Mrs. Canfield," Sally replied. "It's expressionistic. My mind's eye of his penis."

"Well, that's a good point," Mrs. Canfield replied. As with Andrea's breasts, sculpting can be interpretive.

Henry smiled, and not just because Sally was defending her interpretation of his cock. It was also because one of the other girls was double-checking her estimate of his size. This girl apparently preferred realism over expressionism and wanted to be sure that she was getting her sculpture precisely correct. She wrapped both of her hands around the shaft, carefully measuring the length, and then sliding her fists up and down to get a good sense of his girth and texture. It was important to get it exactly right, and Henry certainly appreciated this artist's emphasis on accuracy.

"Andrea and Henry, your arms must be getting awfully tired. Why don't you put them on each other's shoulders. That will be easier for you to remain steady as well as keeping them out of the way."

It was a very reasonable and useful suggestion, but Andrea did not really want to make contact with Henry. It was almost like she was reaching out to hug him.

Henry considered first grasping onto Andrea's big boobs but Adam was currently double-checking his sense of their shape, giving them a good thorough feel and grope.

"Oh, Alex," Mrs. Canfield observed, "you've done a wonderful job on Andrea's bottom. You've really captured their nice taut roundness and, my gracious," she said, crouching down a bit to get a better look, "I even see that you've included her little puckered anus."

Alex smiled. He had wondered if Mrs. Canfield would be upset about that. He had done it more as a joke, as he hadn't actually touched her there.

"Oh my, yes, yes, yes," Mrs. Canfield continued, "I hope all of you boys will be sure to capture Andrea's anus. You wouldn't want her to try living without one, would you?" She giggled at her little joke.

Adam had been studiously pondering for some time the soft round curves of Andrea's bottom and now immediately began to explore it at even greater depths. He hadn't imagined that Mrs. Canfield would want them to touch her asshole. This was a real opportunity as his girlfriend had made it very, very clear that this part of her anatomy was definitely off limits.

"Oh my gosh!" Andrea exclaimed, squeezing Henry's shoulders tightly as she felt Adam slip his slippery slick finger into her butthole. This was really going much too far. "Mrs. Canfield!"

"Just relax, Andrea. I know a boy's finger on your anus can be a little disconcerting. Is this the first time?"

Andrea was not a virgin but she most definitely hadn't let a boy touch her there, let alone let his finger inside. Still, she didn't want to admit that to Mrs. Canfield, and certainly not to Henry. She backed off her objection. "It's fine, it's fine. It was just..." She was having considerable difficulty articulating her words. "A little...surprising." She gasped as she felt him slip it back out and then wriggle it around and around against her wrinkled, sensitive hole. She squeezed very tightly with her sphincter. There was simply no way she was going to let that thing back in again.

Mrs. Canfield turned her attention back to the girls. "Well, Sally, yes, you've forgotten about Henry's anus altogether." She crouched down to peek in between the boy's butt cheeks. "And, goodness, he does have a very cute one, for a boy. Now, don't you be shy, Sally, and get a good feel of Henry's anus."

"Oh my gosh, do I have too?" She fully enjoyed getting a good feel of the boy's stiff dick, but she wasn't so sure she wanted to touch him there. What girl would?!

"I'm sure that both of our models washed themselves very thoroughly this morning. Isn't that right, Henry?"

"Oh yes, Mrs. Canfield." Unlike Andrea, he was looking forward to this, and very much so. No girl had ever touched him there. In fact, he hadn't done so himself in any sexual manner, and he had most certainly tried pretty much everything else. But, just the thought of it made his balls churn with excitement. It would be the most intimately sexual touch a girl could perhaps provide. Well, there were of course others but his sphincter was tingling with anticipation. He was even glad that no girl was currently handling his dick, as he seriously doubted that he would be able to control himself if one girl was stroking his cock while another was fingering his butthole.

"Oh my gosh," he exclaimed, as had Andrea, but with a very different meaning, as he felt Sally reluctantly, tentatively, explore his asshole with her slick, smooth, slimy finger. His dick twitched and bobbed. He now wanted a girl to grasp his cock and stroke it, as he would most definitely enjoy cumming right now. He had never appreciated how tingly exciting it would be to have a girl caress and explore his asshole. He knew where the finger of his left hand would be when the right was working his dick that evening, thinking back on this moment,




Naked at College 03 Pt. 02



This story is Part Two of my Literotica version of the "Naked in School" series, started originally by Karen Wagner, who so graciously gave permission for others to use theme and components in their own versions. There is a bit of introductory material from the first part at the beginning of this story (to help remind the reader of basic story components) but Part Two will make very little sense without having read Part One. Part Two is again quite long, but it can easily be read in sections. Please also be warned that this story includes material beyond exhibitionism that some persons may not enjoy (e.g., mature, reluctance, submission), but it does fit best within the exhibitionistic genre. Otherwise, enjoy!!

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After departing Psychology 457, Humanistic Psychology, Andrea and Henry quickly headed for the Administration Building, where they had started this ignominious day. There was to be a special luncheon for them within the boardroom of the Dean of Undergraduate Studies. The administration wanted to provide a clear demonstration of their support for the two students who were participating within the third exhibition of The Program at Abberville College wherein two fortunate students, or unfortunate, depending upon your perspective, had been selected to spend the day naked on campus.

Andrea and Henry were walking speedily from the Social Sciences Building to the Administration Building. The sooner they got there the sooner they would be out of the searching, prying eyes of their fellow undergraduates.

Henry had fully enjoyed much of the experience that morning, being able to proudly show off his big, stout erection (at least within his own mind), but at the moment he had little to show. He now felt pretty drained, having ejaculated twice already that morning. His penis wasn't much to look at right now. He knew that. But, he also knew he could do it more. Two times in one day was well below his record. He had at one time spent an entire morning, afternoon, and evening with his pornography, having found three amazing websites that provided hours upon hours of fabulous entertainment. Needless to say he was pretty spent by the end of the day, but it was most definitely a day well spent spending. It's really nice to have a hobby that one loves.

Andrea though was in a hurry, not so much to get where she was going but for the day to eventually end. It was difficult to believe that she was only half way through. She still had an entire afternoon to complete, an afternoon of rude, disrespectful, sexist, nasty young men all feasting their eyes on her exposed breasts, bum, and cunnie, and there was nothing she could do about it. In fact, if they asked politely she had to pose for them in any way that suited them. Yes, she most definitely was in a hurry. The sooner this day ended, the better.

Plus, at the moment, she was feeling a bit frustrated. Henry had cum in the last class but not Andrea. She had been left, well, unfinished, while her partner Ted clearly had a happy ending, all over her body no less. Guys can be such pigs!

When they arrived at the luncheon President Rayburn greeted them at the door. He was a driving force behind The Program and he wanted to demonstrate his enthusiastic support for the impressive effort of these two young participants. "Do come in, you two. We're so pleased to have you with us for lunch and don't you both look so wonderful! I imagine that it has been quite a day so far. We're so excited to hear about it."

"Oh, it's been great so far, President Rayburn," Henry exclaimed. Henry was more than happy to tell his tales, although it would seem a bit odd to tell the President of Abberville how he had managed to shoot his load in two straight classes. He felt that was a pretty good achievement (he wondered if he was ahead of Robert and Michael), but somehow he wasn't too sure that the President would share his enthusiasm.

Andrea smiled knowingly. Oh yes, he would hear about it...someday, and there would be quite a lot to tell.

Henry was smiling broadly, wondering what would be in store for the next two classes. If it was anything like the first two he would have to rest his nuts on some ice this evening.

However, when he looked around the room his spirits dropped. The room was filled with some of the top brass of the college. There was naturally President Rayburn and Dean Worell, but also in attendance was the intimidating Professor Stumpf, the strikingly attractive Ms. Billingsley, the football coach, Mr. Haywood, members of the Board of Trustees (Mr. Watson, a prominent car salesman; Mr. Clark, a leading banker; Mr. Paternite, CEO of Telecom; and Mr. Monroe, the faculty representative); and various other Deans, Chairs, and prominent faculty and alumni. It was a very intimidating group, even when you're not standing there entirely naked, with a very limp penis. Somehow he felt that this time he was not going to be stroked to an orgasm by a pretty coed.

"Well, please, don't just stand at the door. Come on in and meet your guests. Everyone is so very excited to see you."

Henry's hands instinctively went to his crotch but the raised eyebrow of President Rayburn compelled him to remove them.

"President Rayburn," Andrea suggested, "aren't you forgetting something?"

"Excuse me?"

"Aren't the participants," Andrea reminded him, "to be provided the opportunity for relief upon entering?"

President Rayburn chuckled. "Yes, well, Andrea," he explained, somewhat patronizingly, "I believe that only applies to classes." He turned to Ms. Billingsley, one of the creative founders of The Program. "Isn't that right, Ms. Billingsley."

She smiled. "Actually, sir, no. That is a common interpretation of The Program guidelines, as they were written, but in fact there is no such stipulation, as it is quite possible that one of the primary activities might not in fact be in a class. You might recall in the report from Robert that he obtained relief during his luncheon meeting with me" (see "Naked at College, #2, Part 2").

"Oh! Oh, um, yes, yes, of course, now that you mention it." Well, he sure felt hoisted on his own petard. "Yes, well, well, of course, um..." He looked around the room. This was a bit awkward, to say the least. There were a number of prominent faculty, administrative leaders, and alumni in the room, a few of them in fact deep pocket donors. Somehow he felt they wouldn't have the interest in seeing Henry jerk off. But, Ms. Billingsley was indeed correct. "Alright then," he turned to Henry. "Yes, young man." He lowered his voice, leaned down toward Henry, and spoke very slowly, "Would you like to obtain relief," all the while his eyes opening wide, trying to convey his hope that Henry would understand that they really, really, really didn't want him to do it. 

Or, at least, President Rayburn didn't want him to do it. Ms. Billingsley, on the other hand, was all for it. She would in fact be very willing, and happy, to facilitate the young man's efforts, having enjoyed such activity with both Michael (see "Naked at College, #1, Part 2") and Robert. It's good to have members of the administration become more fully involved with The Program!

Henry sensed the ambivalence in President Rayburn's voice, but it was moot anyway. Not only was he not really interested in jerking off in front of a room full of middle-aged to older men, he needed some time for recuperation. A good respite and a fine meal would do him well for the next class, whatever that might involve. "Oh, no sir, that's alright."

President Rayburn breathed a deep sigh of relief. Well, that was fortunate.

"Are you sure?" Ms. Billingsley asked, stepping forward, and leaning over, letting the young man get a good peek down into her cleavage. "I would be very pleased to help you obtain your relief."

Wow. Well, that was a different story. Getting jerked off by such a pretty teacher was rather tempting, to say the least. Ms. Billingsley was a strikingly attractive woman. She had long, flowing blonde hair, a glowing smile with full red lips, pink round cheeks, and large green eyes with lashes that fluttered so flirtatiously. And, any male had to notice as well quite full, prominent breasts, with which she was doing little today to conceal. Many of the students within her drama class had crushes on her, and quite a few more had rather ribald fantasies.

She was wearing a tight white blouse through which her breasts seemed to be bursting to escape, straining the buttons for release from their distressful captivity. Plus, the cleavage opened up so thoughtfully as she bent over. 

Henry noticed as well that Ms. Billiingsley's skirt was equally tight and extremely short, which did well to display her long, shapely legs, so nicely accentuated by light blue nylons. He didn't think he had ever seen a professor wear light blue nylons before.

He bit his lower lip. As her perfume wafted across his nostrils he contemplated the offer, but he again noticed the concern in President Rayburn's eyes, plus the look of distaste in the eyes of the many men in the room. "It's a fine offer, ma'am, believe me. I certainly do appreciate it, but I really am fine. In fact, well, I kind of think I need a bit of down time, if you know what I mean."

That brought out some knowing chuckles, along with some nervous laughter of relief.

"Well, you will at least sit next to me during lunch, won't you, Henry?"

A very reasonable compromise to be sure. "Sure, ma'am. I'd be happy to."

She reached out to take his hand to lead him to his seat.

"And what about me," Andrea spoke up.

"Excuse me?" President Rayburn again asked.

"You didn't ask me if I needed relief."

A little smile spread across the lips of Dean Worell. It was this type of participation that she had been hoping for from Andrea.

Andrea could feel her heart racing. It was a difficult moment, a potential turning point. But her years as a leader of the feminist guerilla theater had perhaps built to this one shining moment and she was not about to fail. "If a boy is offered relief, so then should a girl."

President Rayburn cracked a nervous smile and glanced around the room. This was perhaps equally difficult for him. On the one hand, he knew full well that the rule was specifically, explicitly written to apply only to boys, the rationale for which he had fully explained to this young lady just this morning. On the other hand, he was not about to commit an act of sexual discrimination in front of so many college and community leaders.

Before he could make his decision Dean Worell spoke up on behalf of Andrea. "I think she makes a very good point, President Rayburn."

Well, that put an end to any further discussion. If the Dean of Women was supporting the young lady then he most definitely couldn't object. It would not look well for the President to stand in the way of a young coed asserting her rights as a woman particularly when backed by the Dean of Women. "Well, alright then, um, well, say, yes, um...Andrea." He turned to Andrea. "Andrea, would you like some...relief?" She won't really do it, will she?

"Yes sir, I would," she responded in her most affirmative voice.

She slowly looked around the room, realizing that this was not going to be easy. The fact was, she really did need some relief. On the other hand, she had never masturbated in front of anyone before, let alone a room full of older dressed men. Suddenly she felt like a hired stripper for a bachelor's party, rather than a feminist asserting the rights of women. Still, she also noticed that quite a few of the men looked more uncomfortable than her, making only a fleeting eye contact. 

She stepped back to lean against the wall, bent her knees to slide down a bit, closed her eyes, and reached down with her right hand to softly apply the tips of her fingers to her cunnie lips.

The room was eerily silent. Nobody wanted to make any sound that might draw attention to themselves, as if anybody was about to look away from Andrea's performance.

Andrea spread open her lips, giving the men a peek inside her warm, wet, feminine cunt. She could feel the eyes of every person in the room, every man, every professor and administrator, even the waiters, staring hungrily at her as she displayed for their interest, their lustful pleasure, her inner cunnie flesh.

She closed her eyes and pressed the tips of her fingers against her stiffened clit. Andrea was a feminist but she was also a woman. She could enjoy sex, if it wasn't for the fact that she would feel that she was just submitting her body for the pleasure of the man. Today though she needed some satisfaction, a happy ending to her experience within Professor Maslow's class and, perhaps not surprisingly, she would have to do it herself.

She tried to imagine she was somewhere else, alone, in the privacy of her bedroom, beneath her blankets, all by herself, where there would not be a large crowd of older men standing around her bed. She rubbed her stiff clit around and around, her hips subtly grinding and writhing in unison. "Mmmmmm," she softly sighed.

Henry's cock rose to erection. Henry might not be a particularly strong, athletic, muscular young man, but he was pretty darned good at getting erections. He quickly covered it with his hands, but Ms. Billingsley, standing next to him at their place at the table, immediately but gently pulled his hands away. "No, no, Henry," she softly admonished, "you know the rules."

Henry grimaced. Up until this point he had fully embraced the opportunity to show off his erections but he now felt a bit insecure about it, if not totally embarrassed. First, he was getting a boner at the sight of his partner masturbating. Somehow he felt that might be taken as a sign of immaturity or at least lack of self-control. But, more importantly, there were no pretty coeds to admire it. Showing off your erection to senior male administrators really didn't have the same appeal as blushing, flustered, and embarrassed coeds.

"Here," Ms. Billingsley offered, "let me hide him for you."

Henry gasped as he felt the teacher wrap her soft womanly fingers around his shaft.

Henry had no reason to be terribly concerned about being judged as nobody even noticed his erection. Nor would they have been appreciably disapproving, as most every male in the room was having the same difficulty, or pleasure, depending upon one's perspective. The men were not in fact quite sure what to do about it. A few of them slipped their hands into a pocket to press their stiffening cocks back against their abdomens, avoiding thereby that tell-tale bulge. Others preferred to simply hope nobody would notice their bulge, as they felt a hand in the pocket was itself a tell-tale confession.

"Please, please," Andrea softly moaned, to nobody in particular, her hips now subtly thrusting, mashing her hard nub against her massaging, grinding fingers. She used her left hand to softly caress and squeeze her full, round, soft breasts.

Nobody really knew what the girl was asking for. Some did wonder if perhaps she was asking for someone to step forward, to help her in this dire time of need, perhaps help her with the caressing of her breasts. Only one hand, her own, would not really do them justice. Or, maybe her bottom. That was getting no attention at all. Or, perhaps even her cunt. But, each of the men knew that joining in with the coed would not be the appropriate thing to do, not for men of such high standing within the college.

Those with their hands in their pockets though at least experienced the benefit of being able to vicariously play along with the girl, gripping, squeezing, and surreptitiously rubbing their cocks as the girl more pointedly did the same with her clit.

Ms. Billingsley was now openly stroking Henry's cock. She leaned down to her left and whispered into his ear, "You can put your hand on my bottom, Henry. I do like it when a handsome young man clutches my derriere."

Henry's heart raced. He looked around the room. It was indeed true that no eyes were on them. He reached behind the teacher and tentatively, cautiously, laid the palm of his hand on her round, soft rump.

It was electrifying, being able to actually clasp a pretty teacher's butt with your hand. This was a perk of The Program that he had not been expecting.

"Oooooh, Henry," Ms. Billingsley whispered. "Are you going to give the teacher a spanking?"

Andrea crouched a bit further, looking as if she was perhaps about to pee on the floor, but instead slipped a couple of fingers from her right hand up inside her tight, wet, clinging cunt. Her hips began to more openly, more lewdly, writhe and squirm, like she was trying to screw herself onto her fingers. She knew that she was presenting a terribly obscene display, but she also knew that the more pornographic the better, as her report would then be all the more scandalous. In fact, if one or more of these sexist administrators actually came in his pants, she would most assuredly triumph.

And, a few of them would be quite willing to cooperate, if they knew they could get away with it. Some of them though looked away, feeling that it was really very wrong to be so blatantly ogling the writhing, wriggling naked young lady, although their ears could not escape her equally erotic mewing, whimpering, and moaning. They quickly returned their gaze.

She was just such a sight: her face scrunched up with her passion, her breasts heaving and wriggling, her cunt all inflamed, making little squishy noises.

Even President Rayburn was having difficulty controlling himself. He knew full well that it was rather unbecoming of the President to get a boner in front of all of his colleagues, including the Dean of Women no less. But, still, it was just so fucking hot! He again wondered if perhaps he had not been taking full advantage of The Program at Abberville College and why shouldn't he, being the President.

Henry was squeezing and pawing Ms. Billingsley's butt as she squeezed and gently caressed his cock. His heart was racing so hard. He wondered if he might in fact faint or, even worse, wake up. What boy had not had the fantasy of fondling a pretty teacher's soft round rump? And, this pundit was even sweetly, slowly, stroking him in return. He breathed in deeply the intoxicating scent of her perfume.

He wondered if she might mind if perhaps he even slipped his hand beneath her skirt. Would that be asking too much? Her skirt was rather short. It probably wouldn't be noticed, what with Andrea clearly commanding everyone's attention. Any other day in his life at college he would most definitely never have considered such an idea. Well, actually that's not true. He had considered it many times when a pretty teacher was bending over in front of him. What guy hadn't had such a thought? Such thoughts were pleasing and certainly harmless. It was in the doing that trouble would arise. His heart raced further with anxiety as well as excitement at the realization that he might in fact give it a try.

He shifted his hand lower, and lower, and lower still, slowly working his way across the round curve of Ms. Billingsley's derriere, eventually losing contact altogether with her body but then reaching the hem of her skirt.

Ms. Billingsley halted her stroking of the young man's stiff dick. She turned her head and looked down at him, her raised eyebrows bespeaking a stern gravity. "Where is it that you are going, young man?"

Henry halted as well, but only temporarily. He had gone this far. He was not about to stop now. Erections do have a way of providing the motivation, the courage, foolish though as it may be, to do things that are not well advised. He slipped his hand beneath the teacher's skirt, and followed his fingers up her sleek, smooth pantyhose. Pantyhose can so nicely compliment a woman's legs, her thighs, and they are so sweet to the touch, so slick and smooth.




Naked at College 03 Pt. 02



"This is most impertinent, young man," Ms. Billingsley asserted, but she didn't really mind. She was in fact impressed with the boy's audacity. She was though more than a bit apprehensive about such an act. She had done considerably more with the last participant in The Program, but not in the presence of the President, the Board of Trustees, and other distinguished members of the college. One would not expect them to approve of a teacher letting a student fondle her bottom beneath her skirt. But, she did smile as she felt the young man's hand reach her butt, and then resumed stroking his cock.

Henry felt the smooth slick curves of Ms. Billingsley's bottom, now with only her panties and pantyhose between his hands and her naked ass. But, it wasn't so much how close he was to skin, it was primarily that he was beneath a teacher's skirt, feeling her bottom as no student had probably ever done before, as no student ever really should. It was so terribly wrong, so inappropriate, and so, so sweet. He could feel himself getting so very close.

Andrea was by now squirming and writhing against the wall, her breasts heaving, bobbling, and sweating, her thighs obscenely spread, her cunt so clearly inflamed, her juices sliding down her thighs, dripping from her cunt onto the hardwood floor. "President Rayburn, please, please sir," she begged, the fingers of one hand rapidly diddling her clit, the fingers of the other driving in and out of her squishy, clinging, fleshy cunt, the room filled with the so very obscene sound of slushing, sluicing cunt flesh. "Won't you please help me, sir," she gasped.

President Rayburn's dick swelled so hard in his slacks. He felt such a strong, commanding urge to step forward. After all, the girl was asking him to intercede, calling for him by name, even pleading for him to help. Would it not be irresponsible for an educator to just stand by and do nothing? He glanced at his colleagues, and was met with looks of intense concern, even shock, and lust, at what they were witnessing, at what they were hearing.

He who hesitates though is lost, and Andrea suddenly began to shiver with her orgasm. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she repeatedly gasped as her climax coursed throughout her body, sweat dripping off her trembling boobs, her head falling forward, giving herself over to the wondrous rapture of her climax, breaching the dam of enthralling release, and relief, washing over her mind and body. It was by far her most satisfying feminist guerilla exercise.

And Henry was there to share the moment. "Ms. Billingsley," he whispered, leaning his head against her large womanly breast, his hand squeezing hard her right buttock as he felt his dick twitch with his own orgasm engulfing his brain and gushing forth from his loins in a glob of thick, sticky cum.

"Oooooooh," Ms. Billingsley cooed as she witnessed Henry's gism spew forth from his knob and splat right onto her fresh Cobb salad. She typically preferred ranch dressing, but a young man's creamy cum would provide a refreshing change of pace. She doubted that her colleagues would approve but their eyes remained focused on Andrea's convulsive twitching. Henry didn't have a lot of cum available but it was still plenty enough. Ms Billingsley was always judicious when it came to dressing. If you loaded it on real thick it pretty much undid the point of having a salad.

Henry gazed with half-opened glazed eyes at the sight of his dick spurting its squirts onto Ms. Billingsley's chopped lettuce. He couldn't help smiling at least a bit, both at the intense pleasure of his third orgasm already that day, as well as the fact that he was unloading his stuff right onto her lunch. He would smile more broadly when he watched her eat the salad right in front of the Board of Trustees. He wondered if perhaps she might share a bit with some of the others at the table.

Andrea had by now slumped all the way to the floor, collapsing onto her knees, her bottom sticking up in the air, her breasts and face resting on the cool hardwood. She continued to pinch her clit as the last throes of her orgasm made their way through her body. She had never experienced a more intense orgasm. For a moment she felt like she might in fact faint. Her breathing was so rushed, so urgent, so pressured.

She slowly gathered herself, releasing her fingers from the depths of her cunt with a loud slurp, a rush of cunt juice following behind and spilling down her thigh. She was glad it was lunch as she could definitely use a napkin, plus she suddenly felt very hungry.

She slowly raised up her pretty head to look at her stunned audience. "Well, President Rayburn, what's for lunch?"

Andrea enjoyed the rest of her lunch almost as much. She had clearly set the male fat cats back on their heels with her guerilla performance. Dean Worell even congratulated her. They had clearly been cowed, acting quite subdued and uncomfortable throughout the meal, many of them even having difficulty making eye contact. Andrea never felt more empowered than at this moment. Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but she had never really appreciated how much power a woman can have over a man. In many regards she was really not the weaker sex. Throughout the lunch Andrea would gaily swing her breasts back and forth as she turned to speak to those sitting around her, her large full boobs wiggling and bobbling as she did so, enjoying how flustered and self-conscious the men became.

Ms. Billingsley complimented Andrea's performance as well, offering her some of her Cobb salad, which she indicated had been made special order just the way she liked it. Andrea though felt it was a bit too salty for her own taste. She preferred a ranch dressing.

Henry was himself exhausted, or at least his balls were. He did though enjoy sitting next to Ms. Billingsley, who repeatedly reached beneath the table to lightly fondle and caress his penis and testicles. He did not initially respond, needing a bit of time to recover that form of strength, but he did appreciate the feminine attention. What young man wouldn't?

It was all the sweeter knowing that it was occurring right under the eyes of the college faculty and administrators. As they discussed a variety of topics of no real interest or consequence to him, Ms. Billingsley was gaily bouncing his balls on the tips of her fingers or lightly tracing around and around the tip of his knob. She smiled every so sweetly at him when she took a bite of her salad, laced with his cream.

Toward the end of lunch Henry finally respond in the natural manner one would expect, and he smiled broadly when lunch was over and he stood back up, his erect cock poking out from his body.

"Well, Henry," Ms. Billingsley observed, "it appears that the good food offered by President Rayburn has given you a renewed strength."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, "and it was quite delicious as well."

"Yes, very tasty indeed," Ms. Billingsley agreed, licking her lips to emphasize her point. She took Henry by the hand and led him to the door. She considered leading him by his penis but she knew that her conservative colleagues would consider that to be rather inappropriate. There was in any case no time left for any further idle chatter. The two students would have to hurry if they were to get to their next class on time.

President Rayburn escorted Andrea to the door, his hand resting uncomfortably on her bare back. He was sorely tempted to let it drift down to that lovingly sashaying tush but like Ms. Billingsley he did appreciate that there were certain boundaries an administrator should not cross with an undergraduate. He so looked forward to getting home that evening as he would really need some relief himself. He wondered if perhaps in the guidelines for The Program they should add some sort of relief for the male faculty and administration, perhaps even the females as well, of course. He wouldn't want to be accused of any sort of sexism. He smiled to himself, wondering if perhaps Andrea's involvement in The Program may turn out to have a number of useful, beneficial repercussions. He gave her a little pat on the behind as she left the room; in appreciation, of course, for her enthusiastic and educative performance. "You kids run along now," he said, "and I will look forward to your report at the end of the day."

THEATER 480

The Fine Arts Building was fortunately not too far from the Administration Building. It was just past the Humanities Building toward the right of Administration. Andrea entered the drama class with a renewed strength, confidence, and pride, although still feeling a bit annoyed at the patting of her bottom by President Rayburn.

Henry was understandably disappointed that they were not participating in one of Ms. Billingsley's drama classes. That would have been so, so cool. Still, Miss Betsy White did not appear to be a disappointing alternative, at least when it came to her looks. Betsy had short curly blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, rosy cheeks, a perky nose, and equally perky breasts. All of which was on a very diminutive frame. She was just drop dead cute, at least for a teacher.

Miss White was also no less enthusiastic than the other teachers. She was even more energized in her greeting, perhaps due in part to being a drama professor. They were often so naturally animated and engaging. "Oh there they are! There they are! We have been waiting impatiently for your arrival. Oh this is so very exciting. We have something very special planned for the two of you. Something very special indeed. Oh I just know you're going to love it!" She was just bubbling over with joy.

"Yes, yes, yes, now, please follow me to the stage." She looked back at the naked boy and girl as they followed her to the front of the room, upon which a small, narrow stage had been constructed, and upon that was a kitchen table with two chairs. "Don't you trip on anything. We wouldn't want our guests of honor to have an accident now, would we."

Henry and Andrea glanced at their apparent audience. It was a small class, mostly girls, which wasn't surprising for a drama class, particularly an advanced course. The girls were all looking at Henry's bobbing erection, some nervously. A few were whispering and giggling.

"Oh yes, yes," Miss White suddenly exclaimed. "How inconsiderate of me." She turned to Henry as he stepped up onto the stage. "You clearly have a stiff little man. Would you like to masturbate for our class?"

"What?" It wasn't a surprising question. He was just taken aback by the manner in which she referred to it. "Oh, um, no, no, I'm fine. That's alright."

"Well, it might just itself be a very stimulating performance, don't you think? Please, we would all be happy to witness your ejaculation."

Henry was understandably confused by Miss White's full support of him masturbating. She just looked so sweet and innocent. Normally he would fully embrace the opportunity. Heck, he was even being given a literal stage. Plus, so many of the girls in the class looked so pretty. It would be kind of nice to shoot a load out over the audience, perhaps even hitting a few of them. But, the fact of the matter was that he was still feeling a bit low on ordnance. He wasn't too sure he could expel much at this point. "No, no, I'm fine but," he added, turning to Andrea, "maybe Andrea would like some relief?"

"What?" Andrea was surprised by Henry's offer. He apparently had been paying attention and she was rather pleased by that. Nevertheless, she felt she had made her point most effectively during the luncheon. There would be little to gain by another such performance here. And, besides, like Henry, she needed a bit more time. "Oh, um, no, no, I'm fine as well. How can we be of help to your class, Miss White?" After her successful exhibition for the administration she was feeling generous.

"Oh, well, my, how sweet of you. You're such a dear. And, I must say, you really do have lovely breasts." Miss White turned to her students. "Don't you think so, class? Aren't Miss Ashbee's breasts so really very special?" She turned back to Andrea. "I mean, my gracious. They're really quite large yet they stand up so well. You must be so very proud of them."

Andrea would have been appalled for a male professor to speak to her in such a manner, but she didn't know how to respond to a woman, particularly one so cheerfully friendly and engaging as Miss White. She clearly meant no disrespect. On the contrary, she did sincerely admire her breasts. "Um, yes, well..." She lowered her voice. "Thank you, I guess."

"You guess?" Miss White was quite surprised at Andrea's subdued reaction. "You guess? Don't you realize how many women would just die for such bosoms?" She stepped up to the young lady. Miss White asked, "May I, please?" reaching out with her hands.

"Uh, well, I suppose so," Andrea softly replied. She was rather nonplused by the request.

Miss White gently grasped each large boob in her hands.

Andrea gasped at the feel of the older woman's hands clutching her breasts, the thumbs pointedly resting on her pointed nipples.

"Oh yes, these are very, very lovely, indeed."

There had always been considerable suspicion among the students, and the faculty, that Miss White might be gay. Her current behavior wouldn't help to belie that rumor, not that there was anything wrong with it. She was most definitely a free thinker, within the theater, and someone who long supported the implementation of The Program at Abberville. For whatever reason, Miss Betsy White took her time admiring, and exploring, the young lady's bountiful treasures.

Andrea had been with women before. She felt that as a feminist it was only natural to at least give it some consideration, and she had in fact enjoyed it. She felt the cliche was true, that a woman can be much better than a man at understanding what excites a woman. Plus, Miss White was an older woman, clearly skilled with her hands, fingers, and thumbs. They were in fact rather magical upon Andrea's now heaving breasts.

She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the moment: the soft, tender feel of another woman caressing her breasts. It was really so very nice. This might even be an appropriate statement for a feminist within The Program, brought to orgasm just by the feel of another woman's hands on her breasts, not needing the input of a masculine tool.

Henry could feel a stirring within his nuts. He wasn't a particularly strong fan of girl on girl porn. He was always disappointed when a lesbian scene appeared in a movie. But, this was somehow different. Perhaps it was because it was in fact live, or perhaps it was because he knew Andrea personally, or perhaps it was because it was between one of the Abberville faculty and a coed, and right in front of the class. Well, for whatever reasons, a little smile of pleasure began forming at his lips.

Miss White suddenly broke away from Andrea's breasts. It was with considerable regret but she knew that she was making a bit of a scene, although perhaps that was generally appropriate within a drama class.

"Come here, dear," Miss White exclaimed, taking the girl by the hand and leading her to the front of the stage. "Thrust them out for your audience. Show everybody how proud you are of them!"

Andrea's eyes widened with shock and confusion, but she obliged the professor's instruction and stepped forth to stand before her fellow students, her shoulders pulled back, her breasts boldly jutting out. She had never thrust them out with any sort of pride before. What pride should one get from the appearance, or even size of one's boobs? But, there she was, displaying them for the entire class, and entirely naked at that.

The eyes of the students fixed on them, the boys lustfully appreciating the beauty of the girl's thrusting jutting jugs, wondering if perhaps Miss White might let them admire those fleshy pillows in a manner that she had just enjoyed.

The girls' appreciation though was mixed, with feelings of admiration, jealousy, annoyance, and discomfort all mixed together. Some of them hunched forward a bit, hiding their own breasts, as if Andrea's exposed nudity somehow made them feel a bit exposed themselves.

Andrea's feelings were just as confused. She was feeling quite agitated, even a bit aroused, an effect of Miss White's earlier theatric ministration, yet also naturally quite embarrassed at having to display herself to the ogling eyes of the guys in a manner that suggested she was actually proud and happy to show herself off like this.

Miss White sensed her ambivalence. "Andrea, I know your politics, and I frankly admire your devotion, your dedication to the cause of women."

Andrea glanced back at Miss White, standing a bit to her right, just behind her. "You do?"

"Of course, dear, but simply because you're a feminist doesn't mean you can't appreciate the sight of a lovely woman's body, including your own. Now give the girls, and boys, out there a little wiggle. Let those luscious ladies dance with joy!"

"Miss White, I will do no such thing!"

Henry's smile grew, as did his penis.

"Andrea, a true actress will embrace any role, especially those that are contrary to her natural character. These are the roles that provide a true test of her skills, her talents."

It was a good point, and she was in a theater class. But, more importantly, as a participant she really couldn't refuse the request of a teacher. Andrea took a deep breath, which expanded her breasts somewhat further, and did as the professor instructed, bending over a bit and wiggling her shoulders, her face reddening as she witnessed the boys' eyes all widening in wonder and delight at the sight of her boobs jiggling and wriggling like a couple of water balloons. Many of the girls looked away in vicarious embarrassment. Andrea did as well, looking off to her left as her ladies did their happy dance.

"What a lovely little show," Miss White exclaimed with enthusiasm. "Oh I bet the boys would just so love to bounce and bobble those bubbies." She looked out at Terry Albert, sitting in the front row, his legs crossed to hide his evident pleasure. "Wouldn't you, Terrence?"

"What?" He wondered what was the correct answer to such a question, but before he could acknowledge his exuberant affirmation Miss White shifted the attention away from him.

"Well, enough burlesque by our esteemed guests."

It did not go unnoticed by Henry that he had not himself participated, but this time he enjoyed being a member of the audience as much as the show.

"Let us get on with today's production." Miss White strode to the back of the stage and flipped the light switches. The room was briefly bathed in total darkness and then the stage, upon which the three of them stood, was flooded with bright light. The students could now see them more fully, more clearly, but they could not see the students at all.

Henry squinted his blinking eyes, trying to pierce the light. This morning the students couldn't see them, now he couldn't see the students. So, perhaps it was only fair.

Miss White returned to Andrea and again took her hand, steering her toward the kitchen table and chairs. "We're going to have our little actress, and actor, reproduce one of the cutest scenes in early American film. Well, actually, not that early, but," she added, turning back to her students, "certainly before your time. Here, here," she gestured to Henry, "You take a seat at the kitchen table and Andrea, you will be entering stage right." She gestured to her left. "Here are the scripts for the breakfast scene from 'Sunny Side Up,' starring Deborah Day."

None of the students were at all familiar with the movie. Many did recognize the name of the actress, although even that had no real meaning to them. They did recognize though that it must be some sort of romance, or at least romantic comedy. "Andrea, you will be bringing the husband you so dearly love his morning coffee. Now, let's begin." She stepped back to get out of the way. "Oh this is going to be so much fun!" She spoke to her students, "I mean, who would have ever thought one would see the breakfast scene from 'Sunny Side Up,' fully naked! I just think it will be such a wonderfully new and refreshing interpretation."




Naked at College 03 Pt. 02



Neither Henry nor Andrea had any acting experience, beyond the little plays they might have done in elementary school, or for their parents. Andrea though felt good that at least she was no longer wriggling her boobs at the students like she was some sort of cheap stripper and, frankly, the way the day had been going she would not have been surprised if she had been asked to recreate a scene from a pornographic movie. Deborah Day movies were pretty far from that. She read from her script as she stepped up to Henry, her husband, pretending to be holding a coffee pot within her hand, the script in the other. "Would you like some coffee, dear?"

"Sweet cakes," Henry read from his script, affectionately patting Andrea's naked tush as she poured him some coffee. "What did I ever do to deserve a wife like you?" This didn't require much acting, as he would so much enjoy having a wife as pretty as Andrea, serving him coffee, in the nude. He wondered if someday he would be lucky enough to be married to a girl as wonderful as Andrea, at least the way she was behaving, or acting, right now.

"Honey, please," Andrea replied, rolling her eyes out of sight of the students and Miss White as she read, "it's me that should be thankful. You're such a wonderful provider."

"That's just the man's responsibility, honey, to supply for his wife, to keep her safe in hearth and home. A woman should not want for anything."

Andrea had to admit, it was a rather nice deal, having someone else make the money to pay all the bills. How was that ever decided? But, still, it was also demeaning, wasn't it? It was certainly patronizing, as if a woman lacked the ability to fend for herself.

"And," Henry continued, his hand resting contentedly along this 'wife's' curvy little tight tush, "it would be much better if the bank had been willing to provide us with a secured equity loan."

"Oh honey, don't you start talking about finances. You know I just get totally confused." Andrea could feel her temperature rising, with annoyance. She shifted away from her 'husband,' so that Henry had to release his hand from her bottom, but then read the line. "Dear, please, more coffee. I know how much you like a fresh cup in the morning."

As Andrea pretended to be pouring Henry's coffee his eyes were fixed on her breasts, which were now hanging down before him. Breasts hanging down are really so nice. The boobs seem to fill up even fuller, as if they really were fleshy bags of motherly milk. A husband would be allowed to reach out and grasp hold of one of them, wouldn't he? Maybe even bobble and wiggle them? That is the right of a husband, isn't it? It might even be within character. Henry was so, so tempted.

He looked at his script and read, "You know, honey, you're just so lovely and perky in the morning."

"Well, thank you, dear," Andrea replied, reading from her script. "I always try to look my best for you in the morning. I know how much you like that."

Henry reached out and cupped a breast within his hand, the nipple poking right into the middle of his palm. He bounced it a bit. Is there anything better to cup than a soft bouncing boob?

"Henry!" Andrea protested and pulled away.

"No, no, no," Miss White exclaimed. "That won't do. That won't do at all, Andrea. You must stay in character." She stepped forward and gently but firmly pressed against Andrea's shoulder to get her to lean over again while she turned to Henry. "That was very good improvisation, Henry." She turned back to Andrea. "You must ask yourself, Andrea, what would Deborah Day do? Or, even better, what would her character, Mary Beth Kappelhoff, do? Now, let's try that again," she said, taking hold of Henry's hand and bringing it back to Andrea's boob, "from the moment that your loving husband playfully fondled your delicious breast."

Miss White was feeling very, very pleased. Recreating the so famous breakfast scene in the nude had definitely been an inspiration.

Andrea bit her lower lip and said, "Now, sweetie, no hanky panky. You need to finish your breakfast and get to work."

It wasn't the response that Miss White would have preferred, but who was to say how Mrs. Kappelhoff would have really reacted.

"Yes, honey," Henry replied, removing his hand, "but you really are so very fetching this morning, Mary Beth."

Miss White smiled and nodded.

Andrea considered her script and then made her way to stage right. "How would you like your eggs this morning, dear?" She pretended to be opening a refrigerator door and, following the instructions within the script, looked for eggs on the bottom shelf, her own bottom dutifully rising up, her tender, soft, feminine lips, brightly lit by the stage lights, coming into view.

Henry read from his script. "Like every other morning, dear, sunny side up."

Andrea looked back at her "husband," and asked, "But, honey bunny, wouldn't you like to try something new, something different?"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Miss White exclaimed. "That's such a wonderful line. Here, let me provide just a bit of direction." She stepped up to Andrea. "Arch your back a bit more, dear."

Andrea did as she directed, providing more curve and prominence to her derriere.

"And, spread your thighs out a bit. Let your husband, and our grateful audience, witness your breakfast treats."

Andrea obeyed the instructions of her director, as any actress would do, opening up her thighs, and now even the crack of her sweet round fanny. Her tender cunnie lips and adorable rose bud both came sweetly into view.

'Yes, yes, much better. Now, repeat the line, and give your husband a comely smile, just as Deborah would do."

Andrea did her best, acting in a way she could never imagine doing in real life, not even for her husband, if she would ever stoop so low as she was doing now. "But, honey bunny, wouldn't you like to try something new, something different?"

Miss White added, "Give your bottom a little wag dear. Make sure he gets the message."

Henry was clearly getting the message, as was everyone in the class. Dicks stiffened as Andrea seductively waved her bottom, cunnie lips, and butt hole back at Henry.

In the original movie, Deborah Day had just given her bottom a single swing. Anything more might have been too lascivious for the audience of that day. Even that appeared to be rather scandalous. It was long debated whether the swing was intentional or coincidental. Andrea's modern interpretation of the role, under the superb direction of Miss White, was much clearer, and certainly more compelling.

The class was silent, their eyes fixed on the play, mesmerized by the production. The hands of a number of boys concentrating as well on their crotches, and their stiffening cocks. Within the cover of darkness they felt relatively safe.

Henry naturally responded, as did his character, Mr. Kappelhoff. In the original role he only smiled knowingly. The acting of Henry's cock was again much clearer. He read from the script, "Sunny side up will be just fine, dear."

"Well," Andrea replied, reading from hers, "I do like it sunny side up as well."

Miss White patted Andrea's upraised bottom.

Henry smiled. His dick rose further.

"But, dear," Andrea continued, smiling mischievously back at her husband. "It's such a special morning. Perhaps some desert as well? I have a wonderfully tasty peach pie."

Miss White reached down and lightly traced her fingers along Andrea's slit, still a bit warm and moist from her earlier lunch.

Andrea's eyes widened with concern, and arousal, at the touch of the woman's fingers along her cunnie lips.

A bit of whispering, anxious shuffling of feet, and nervous shifting of hands could be heard in the audience. Some hands though were quite silently busy.

"Miss White," Andrea softly protested.

"We must get you in character, Andrea. Actresses often do this so that the desire in their eyes appears real and sincere." She continued to caress, fondle, and pinch her cunnie lips.

Andrea's breathing accelerated, her breasts heaving as well as swinging beneath her. "Oh Miss White, please," she softly murmured.

It wasn't clear to Miss White, or to anyone else for that matter, if Andrea was pleading for her to stop or to accelerate, as her bottom was now moving in a very evident expression of lust.

Most of the boys in the class were gripping hard on their cocks. Many of them had girlfriends, but they never acted so lasciviously for them. They might pose a bit, sticking their naked bottoms up in the air, but they would still remain modest and demure. They would not twist and grind their asses in such a lewdly obscene wanton display.

But, Andrea wasn't doing so intentionally. She had no choice under the skilled directorship of Miss White's inspirational fingers. It was method acting at its best. Even Stanislavski himself would have been so very pleased, as would any self-respecting male.

Miss White softly prompted Henry, whispering to him, "Your line."

"What? Oh, yeah, yeah," he quickly acknowledged, tearing his eyes away from Andrea's succulently inflamed cunt. He read from the script, "I do love a juicy peach, and no pie is better than yours, my lovely sweet cakes." He so much wanted to grip his hard dick in his hand, but that was very clearly not in the script.

Miss White slipped a finger into Andrea's tight, wet, clinging hole. A smile escaped her lips, a gasp escaped the lips of members of the audience. Miss White just couldn't help herself. She had not had her fingers on such a lovely young slit hole in so many years. She marveled at how tight it was.

"Oh my goodness," sighed Andrea, her eyes closing with shame, at her evident arousal.

But, Miss White couldn't stay there for long. She had provided Andrea with enough inspiration for her next line. Lingering too long would insert herself too much into the scene. She drew her finger out of Andrea's hole with a rather obscene slurp, much to the amusement of many of the boys, and embarrassment for the girls, particularly for Andrea.

Miss White took Andrea's hand, brought it to her warm, wet feminine lips, and prompted her, "Your line, Andrea."

Andrea looked at the sheet trembling within her other hand, her heart fluttering with excitement and distress, and read, "Would you like me to warm it up for you, honey?"

To be sure her actress understood precisely her motivation, Miss White briefly moved Andrea's fingers up and down the girl's slit, and then took her hand away so that she could act on her own.

It wasn't like Andrea hadn't done this before. In fact, she had very recently provided pretty much the same performance. But, that was done under her own volition, as part of her guerilla theater. This was still theater, of course, but of a very different context. Still, she could not deny her arousal, her urges. Keeping her face turned away from the audience she took over where Miss White had left off, squirreling her fingers in and around her slit, at times giving her stiff nub a hard diddling rub.

Andrea's hips and ass were gyrating and grinding in a very obscene display, well past the modest little hip flip that was within the original movie, and Henry was most appreciative. He almost sprung from his chair when Miss White waved him to come over.

His so very stiff, yearning cock led the way across the stage, like a snake stretching, reaching, out for its meal.

Miss White smiled with delight. "Mrs. Kappelhoff! Look, look! See how much your husband wants your fresh hot pie."

Andrea glanced over at the approaching Henry, or more precisely his stiffly bobbing pointy cock. She quickly looked away. Miss White wasn't going to let him stick that in her was she? Until now she had managed to avoid any actual sex with Henry (the little pervert!) but perhaps her luck had finally come to an end.

"Is there anything more pleasing to a wife," Miss White continued, "than to see how much her husband loves her?"

Henry was indeed lusting for his "wife," a smile escaping his lips as he realized he might be actually sticking his cock up inside Andrea's delectable cunt. Is there anything better for a porno enthusiast, if not addict, to have his dick deep down inside a pretty feminist's cunt? Even if Andrea was someone else, even if he didn't know who she was, her cunt was providing such a marvelously delectable invitation.

"And, Mr. Kappelhoff, see how moist and juicy is your wife's hot peach pie." Miss White slid her fingers along Andrea's slit, slowly pulling it away, but still staying connected via a long, thin strand of slippery cunt syrup.

Andrea covered her face with her hands, knowing that evidence of her lewd, wanton arousal was being so obscenely displayed to the students.

Henry stepped up to position his shiny swollen knob right behind Andrea's upraised bottom, the tip of his dick poised before her tight fleshy pussy, her moist lustful secretions glistening along her lips in the harsh glare of the stage light.

Miss White let the trail of thick feminine nectar fall from her fingers to drape across Henry's knob. She also used the opportunity to lodge Henry's crown within the lips of Andrea's cunt, right at the gate to the stunning hole.

Henry appreciated that. He did not want to suffer the embarrassment of having difficulty finding the entrance, particularly with an audience watching his every move. It would be worse for an actor than forgetting one's line. He closed his eyes and sighed with deep pleasure at the feel of Andrea's warm, wet cunt lips tightly kissing his yearning crown.

The audience was breathless, nary a voice could be heard, although if one listened carefully one could hear an occasional sigh, gasp, and perhaps even fingers fondling and manipulating stiff erections.

Andrea moaned with pleasure, but not so much because of Henry's cock kissing her cunt. It was the return of the expert fingers of Miss White, pressing hard against her stiffened clit, rubbing around and around the slick hard nub.

Henry plunged his cock deep down into Andrea's cunt, every inch being swallowed, squeezed, and milked by her wet, soft, clinging fleshiness. 

"Oh man," gasped Henry, momentarily breaking character. He so much loved his cyberskin pussy strokers, but he now had to admit that none matched the actual reality of this moment. He was so, so glad that he had already cum three times today. If this had been his first class he would have immediately exploded and he sorely doubted that Miss White would be pleased with that, nor would the audience. Talk about breaking character!

"Miss White, please, please," gasped Andrea, as her cunt continued to respond to the teacher's fingers, her hips and bottom now gyrating and grinding on Henry's dick. With each of his thrusts her hanging tits were slapping together, like they were clapping his performance. She had not, though, ever applauded a guy in such a way before.

Andrea's wriggling bottom and gripping, clenching cunt were not helping Henry's effort to maintain self-control. His eyes watched with wonder at how wantonly Andrea's butt was thrusting against him. The scent of her cunt's arousal, her lust, drifted up to his nostrils. He thrust harder against her, wanting her to truly enjoy this as much as he was. No young man, of course, wants to fail to last long enough for the girl to have her orgasm, and certainly no young man wants to have an audience witness that failure. He tried to distract his mind from the so glorious pleasures he was experiencing both visually and physically.

Andrea had never experienced a cock inside her feeling so good, so fulfilling, perhaps even so right. Her rational mind was telling her that it was due largely to Miss White's diddling accompaniment, which had now taken on a frantic urgency, so rapidly quivering and shivering against her swollen nub. Perhaps she would enjoy most anything shoved up her cunt at a moment like this. It was just so wonderfully, intensely all-consuming. She thrust back even harder against Henry, wanting to feel his cock as deep up inside her as it could possibly go. "Oh Henry," she softly gasped.

Miss White's fingers suddenly stopped and, placing a hand on Henry's abdomen, gestured for him to pause as well.

Henry didn't mind. He needed a moment to gather himself. His dick slipped from Andrea's cunt with a big slurp, her lustful cunt syrup dripping from the tip of his knob.

"Please," Andrea gasped. This time the meaning of the plea was unambiguous.

"Tell your husband, Mrs. Kappelhoff, how much you love, and want, him."

It wasn't easy for Andrea to accept her next line. It screamed against all that she had believed, had valued. But, she so much wanted Miss White's fingers to return to their rightful place, and perhaps she did in fact truly want as well, Henry's cock. Could she really debase herself this way?

"Please," she softly confessed, jutting her ass up higher, "please..." She lowered her face to the floor in abject resignation as she lowered her voice, beneath even a stage whisper, "Honey bunny, I want you so bad."

"Good, good," Miss White encouraged her starlet, "now show him how much you want him, let him see your love."

Andrea wriggled and gyrated her bottom at Henry, providing him with the most lewd and obscene dance she could muster, presenting herself like the true bitch in heat she was. "Honey, please," she gasped more loudly, "fuck your little wife, give her your big, hard, manly cock."

As Miss White had suggested, any self-respecting actress can do any role, no matter how repugnant to her sense of self. But, of course, it wasn't really clear this was still acting.

Henry plunged his stiff dick deep back down into Andrea's throbbing cunt.

"Oh no," Andrea gasped as she felt her orgasm suddenly sweep through her body, sending the muscles of her cunt into a quivering paroxysm of shivering, spasmodic delight.

"Fuck," Henry gasped as he felt his climax course through his body, surging out from his loins up through his shaft and releasing forth in a big, globby wad of cum that gushed deep into Andrea's cunt. He leaned over further, resting his body on hers as he reached around and grasped hold of those full lusciously hanging boobs. He had been eyeing those babies all day long and it was such icing on the cake to be gripping, squeezing, groping them as his dick twitched and squirted deep into Andrea's quivering quim.

Andrea groaned with both disgust and pleasure at the feel of Henry's cock twitching and squirting within her. It somehow felt so right, so good, so wonderful to feel a man's cock exploding so violently within her cunt. But, she also knew, in her mind, the small part that was still rational, that it was her orgasm doing her thinking. Once she came fully to her senses she would realize with abhorrence that her cunt was filled with male gism.

Much of the class leapt to their feet to applaud this truly inspirational performance. It was certainly the best they had seen the entire semester. This was indeed how the breakfast scene from "Sunny Side Up" should really have been played, or at least probably did if it had been for real. Miss White was so very pleased, proud...and wet.

ON THE WAY TO THE NEXT CLASS

Andrea still felt a bit breathless as she made their way to the next class, which wasn't very far as it was in the building right next door, the Humanities Building. 

Andrea's cunt was also still warm and swollen. It had been so thoroughly plumbed. It felt so satisfied, and yet also now a bit empty, as well as moist, in part from Henry's cum, which at times trickled out. Andrea so hoped that nobody would notice that. There aren't too many things more embarrassing than to have a man's cum dribble down one's leg in public. Of course, being naked in public was rather embarrassing, albeit she was, oddly enough, almost getting used to that.




Naked at College 03 Pt. 02



Well, the good news was that there was only one more class to survive. It would soon be over. All outstanding charges against her would be dropped and she would have her expose.

Henry was spent, quite literally so. He seriously doubted that he could get another erection, nor was he sure that he even really wanted to, a thought that should be anathema to him. But, he sorely doubted that he could experience anything better than he had just had with Andrea.

He felt an impulse to reach out to take hold of Andrea's hand. Shouldn't a boy and girl do that after they just had sex? Of course, they weren't really dating, or anything like that. Well, maybe it was a date. At the moment it sure felt like that to him. He glanced over at Andrea, who seemed so deep in thought that she was probably hardly aware of his presence. His eyes momentarily fixed on her breasts. They swayed and bounced so wonderfully as she walked. He wished that they would allow someone to film this. It would make such a great website posting, better than many of the videos he would himself purchase online.

"Well, hello Andrea." It was Jamie Lynn, from the Delta Nu sorority. Delta Nu was a notorious sorority, the members of which appeared to live only to please men, their major goal in life apparently to simply marry a rich and powerful man (see "Five steps to Delta Nu" or "Delta Nu takes a field trip"). Andrea found them so annoying, if not disturbing, and it was their house that she, and her feminist sisters, had trashed in protest.

"Hello, Jamie," Andrea replied, stopping in her tracks, a wave of apprehension sweeping through her.

"I must say, I find your outfit really quite lovely, Andrea. You've never looked better, although it is a bit revealing, don't you think?"

Andrea was tempted to point out that Jamie's outfit was actually rather revealing as well, as she was wearing a tight pink tank top that appeared to be a good size too small for her full round breasts. It was fortunate for Jamie that the fabric was unlikely to rip, as it looked like it wanted to just burst open. And, if that wasn't enough, Jamie clearly wasn't wearing a brassiere, as her bubbies jiggled with every little movement and her nips were poking through the thin fabric like a couple of bullets.

"I'm participating in The Program, Jamie," Andrea replied, as if there could possibly be some other explanation for being entirely nude on campus.

"Oh, yes, yes, that's right. I forgot. Today's Monday. Well, you really are showing a lot of school spirit, Andrea, and a whole lot more, I must say." A few of the girls, and guys, beginning to gather around, giggled at that.

"Jamie, please, if there isn't anything more, we have to get to our next class."

"Andrea," Hank, the security guard, warned her. The participants always had to respond to students' requests and comments with a pleasant and receptive demeanor.

"Well, there is just one thing," Jamie asked, "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me a little pose."

Andrea wasn't allowed to mind, and it took a considerable amount of tolerance and patience for her to reply, with a smile on her face, "Yes, of course, Jamie, I would be happy to. How would you like me to pose?"

"Well, I think..." she replied, pausing for effect. "I think it would be nice if you squatted down, just like if you were going to pee on the sidewalk."

Murmuring, giggling, and whispering could be heard within the crowd around them.

Andrea sighed, but squatted down, her boobs jiggling as she did so, her knees though tightly shut. Boys behind her smiled broadly as her butt crack opened up, although they really couldn't see much, with her butt pointing down. It was not a terribly revealing pose, although it was a rather embarrassing one. Few of the guys had ever seen a girl pee before, and fewer had the nerve to actually ask a girlfriend to let him watch her do it. They felt like it would come across as being a bit perverted, but shouldn't couples share everything together?

"Andrea, no, no. You wouldn't pee with your knees together, would you? Spread open your thighs so that you won't get any of it on you."

Andrea looked with some concern at Jamie.

Jamie laughed. "I'm not going to have you actually do it, silly. I just want you to look like you're going to do it."

Andrea did as she was instructed, hopping a bit in her squatting position to get her feet spread apart yet maintain her balance.

This did now open up quite a view for the guys and girls standing in front of her, as her pussy lips naturally opened up as well, although a number of the guys were disappointed to hear that Andrea wouldn't actually have to pee.

But, Jamie wasn't going to let her off that easy. Once Andrea dutifully posed, she added, "Okay, now, Henry, you lie down and slip your head under her, so that you'll get a real good close look."

Andrea's jaw dropped. Now that was just disgusting! She looked over at Hank who just shrugged his shoulders. It was a perfectly legal pose.

Henry carefully got down onto the sidewalk, on his back, and began to inch his way to his designated position.

Andrea though grew impatient, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible and, keeping in the squatted position, she worked her way over so that her cunt was positioned right over Henry's face.

Henry smiled. Jamie Lynn was right. This was a cool position. He could see every little detail of Andrea's cunt, which still appeared a bit swollen and moist.

"Wouldn't it be funny," Jamie suggested, "to have you pee now?"

Hank though interceded. "No, no, young lady, we won't allow anything like that."

Andrea though realized that the position was problematic with respect to a similar concern, the fact that a good deal of Henry's cum was lodged up inside. She had been worried that it might leak out and run down her leg as she made her way to the next class. Posing like this would most definitely encourage such an accident.

A drop indeed slipped out and splatted right on Henry's nose.

Jamie's eyes widened with shock. "What is that?! What the heck are you doing, Andrea?"

"Oh no," Andrea softly gasped. She felt she had little choice but to break the pose. Perhaps that would stop the dripping. But, she knew if she did so it would be a violation of The Program's rules. She would have to remain in this position for some time, as Henry's cum continued to drip out of her cunt.

Of course, it was perhaps just as bad for Henry, who had to receive his own cum on his face.

But, Henry was also a gentleman. He sensed Andrea's embarrassment over having such a thing be seen, and he acted quickly. He reached up, grasped Andrea by the hips, and pulled her down forcefully onto his face so that her cunt was smashed against his lips. He immediately took to licking and sucking hard to clean her up as much as possible.

"Henry!" Andrea gasped, but did not resist. Why would she? He was saving her from mortified humiliation. Plus, well, it also felt awfully, awfully good.

"Henry," Hank warned, "No contact is allowed." He added in his most placid, disinterested tone, "Please cease and desist." The fact was, Hank knew precisely what Henry was doing, and more importantly why. He recognized it as an honorable gesture, and one for which he had considerable respect. No young man who so leaps into the breach to protect the reputation of a fair maiden should be restrained, let alone punished.

"Oh my gosh! Oh my!" Andrea continued to gasp and exclaim as Henry continued to slurp, suck, and swill at her leaking cunt.

The crowd was dumbfounded, including Jamie Lynn. It's not that she hadn't ever seen a guy do that before, or had it done to her, but it's not too often that one sees it done right on the Abberville Commons. Was this legal?

A number of the girls found it rather awkward to watch, if not downright offensive. Some of them looked away, others stared horrified, still others stifled grins of amusement.

None of the guys looked away. Cocks were stiffening in their pants. Some of the guys had never done such a thing themselves, although most would be quite happy to do so. A few of the guys found it a bit disgusting. Girls can be rather stinky down there, can't they? However, even these guys would not be adverse to sitting on a girl's face, as they didn't consider themselves to be particularly stinky. Plus, it would just feel so, so good to sit on a girl's face.

Henry didn't mind at all. He was in fact fully enjoying it. He was at first a bit put off by sucking out his own cum, but the fact of the matter was that he had squirted onto his own face a number of times, and when he sucked himself off he would invariably take his cum in his mouth. There were times, of course, that soon after he came he felt a bit ashamed, and perverse, and once the orgasm passed the taste in his mouth would at times be aversive. How strange that was, for as he approached his orgasm he would anticipate the moment of him cumming into his mouth with considerable joyful anticipation, and during the climax he would be ecstatic about it, but once the climax passed, it no longer seemed such a good idea.

This time it was mixed with Andrea's own feminine nectar. And, perhaps most importantly of all, it was clear that he was getting her excited. There is little that is more pleasing to a guy than to know that he can make a girl cum this way. And, it was icing on the cake that the girl was a well-known, staunch feminist. As far as he was concerned, this was pretty good advertising for his masculine prowess.

Andrea was indeed responding well, evident in part by the not so subtle squirming and grinding of her hips. Her breasts were rising and falling. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She was not entirely sure how she felt about this. Was this still feminist guerilla theater? She grasped her breasts in her hands and squeezed them, pinching and pulling on her nipples with her fingers and thumb.

"Okay, I think that's enough," Hank finally suggested. "We do need to get to your next class."

"Wait, wait," Andrea gasped, reaching out to grasp hold of Hank's arm, not only to encourage him to head her plea, but to also help keep her balance. "Just a bit longer." She felt that was all that she really needed. No guy had ever done this for her before. Guys can be so fucking selfish and self-centered, or at least the ones she had dated. One guy started to do it, but then complained about how she tasted. She had been so fucking embarrassed, and afterward so angry. Now she fully knew what she had been missing.

It just felt so, so good. Henry's lips and tongue were just so sleek and slippery, sometimes soft and sometimes firm, going in all sorts of different directions, and it was just so intimate, and downright obscene.

Henry shifted his focus to Andrea's clit, his nose deeply buried within her crevice, his tongue and lips grinding against her stiff little nub.

"Oh yes, Henry," she gasped. "That's it, that's right, right there, so good, so good." She whimpered and squealed as well as any boy's fantasy could hope for. "Soooooo fucking good," and then her orgasm swept her away. She squeezed hard on Hank's arm, feeling lightheaded and unsteady, her body trembling and twitching as the waves of her climax shuddered throughout her body. Her legs were trembling, her knees were weak, and she fell harder onto and against Henry's mouth, close to smothering him with her shivering, convulsing cunt.

When she was clearly done Hank helped her off Henry's face. Her legs were still a bit unsteady but they did have to get on to their next and final class.

The crowd around them was strangely silent. It was a show that they had not expected. Even Jamie Lynn was speechless.

As they departed Hank handed Henry a napkin. He really needed it.

WOMEN'S STUDIES 579: WOMEN IN THE MEDIA

Henry understandably had mixed feelings about the final class, Women's Studies 579: Women in the Media, taught by Ms. Bunch. On the one hand he was looking forward to it, as it would be full of girls. Not too many guys took classes from the Women's Studies Program, and certainly not from Ms. Bunch.

Ms. Bunch was one of the more prominent members of the Abberville faculty. She was quite outspoken (to say the least). She was a strong, strident advocate of women's rights, and for all the right reasons. She had been instrumental in the hiring of new female faculty and equally, if not more importantly, the hiring and promotion of women within administration. Prior to Ms. Bunch's arrival there were few women within administrative positions at Abberville.

The history of women within colleges is really quite embarrassing for what is purportedly the bastion of forward thinking. For example, Harvard was founded in 1636 and literally for hundreds of years women could not actually enroll. It wasn't until 1879 that one could say that a woman would even be allowed to obtain a "Harvard education" and that was at Radcliffe, the "Women's annex" of Harvard. And even then it wasn't clear that the administration was fully supportive of their diplomas, as the spirit of Radcliffe in those early years was for a "republican motherhood" (i.e., better educated women make for better wives of businessmen). It wasn't until the second world war that women were actually allowed to take courses at Harvard proper.

Regrettably, though, Ms. Bunch had been a rather vocal critic of implementing The Program at Abberville. She couldn't help but be concerned that it might just further portray women as being of value primarily, if not solely, for their physical beauty. She appreciated that both genders were being represented, but she couldn't help but feel that it would be much different for the girl than for the guy.

Andrea was fully aware of Ms. Bunch's attitudes concerning The Program, and it troubled her greatly. She had considerable respect for the professor. Ms. Bunch had published quite a few very well regarded scholarly articles on the role of women within society, a number of them within "Women Unite!," and Andrea could only hope to someday achieve half of Ms. Bunch's scientific record. She hoped, of course, that her expose of The Program would be her first step in that regard.

So, Andrea was understandably ambivalent as she approached her class, Women in the Media. Nor did it help that she felt so spent, having masturbated for President Rayburn, been fucked from behind by Henry, and taken to orgasm once again while sitting on Henry's face. Somehow she felt that Ms. Bunch wouldn't understand, nor perhaps did she. She wasn't at all sure how she felt about The Program at this point.

Ms. Bunch was of course highly ambivalent having the participants in her class. She only agreed at the strident behest of Dean Worell, as well as by the fact that the female participant was no less than the activist Andrea Ashbee. Andrea's exploits were well known to Ms. Bunch and she did feel that she should not require the young lady to stand alone on this most difficult day. She was not about to join her, stripping off her own clothes to truly stand beside her. But, she could at least lend her support within her class.

Ms. Bunch greeted Andrea and Henry graciously when they arrived, although hardly acknowledging the presence of the young naked male and blanching at the sight of the nude Andrea, her moist breasts glistening in the light of the class. "Yes, well, um, it's good to have the two of you attending my class. Andrea, yes, it's really very nice to, um, meet you."

Andrea provided Ms. Bunch a heartfelt handshake, using both of her hands, her luscious milk jugs jiggling as she vigorously shook Ms. Bunch's hand. "Oh yes, Ms. Bunch, same here, and I'm really honored to be attending your class."

"Yes, well, I am happy you could find the time. Women must support their sisters if we are to obtain our fair share."

Henry didn't appreciate the overtly social-political remark. It was difficult enough to be standing there as Ms. Bunch connected with Andrea through their mutual sisterhood. He felt inconsequential, dismissed, a feeling all the worse by the fact that he was entirely naked. Not too many young men are going to feel particularly comfortable standing naked in front of a strong, feminist professor. He could feel his penis shriveling before her.

It was a reaction that did not go unnoticed by Ms. Bunch. She felt she had this effect on quite a few men, but typically it was more figurative than literal. She smiled at her power, and Henry's diminutive shrivel.

She continued her conversation with Andrea. "We will have to talk some time about your experience in this new, um, 'experiment,'" using two fingers of each hand to draw air quotation marks to express her sarcasm. "But, of course, before we get started today I must offer you, young man," turning her attention to Henry, "the opportunity to masturbate your, um..." She looked down at the limp peanut and smiled, "penis."

A number of the girls in the class giggled. Henry glanced at them, suddenly realizing that he was all alone. He had been looking forward to there being a room full of girls, but now that he was there and he was in fact the only guy, amongst a crowd of probably man-hating feminists, he wasn't so sure that he was going to enjoy this. He suddenly felt like a little boy caught naked in front of his older sister and all her friends. Somehow he felt that these girls were not about to be impressed by his erection, nor was he sure he could even get one.

Ms. Bunch could see the shriveling of his self-confidence, along with his penis. Before he could answer she turned to Andrea. "And, of course, the woman should be given as much consideration as the boy. Would you like some relief, Andrea?"

That silenced the girls. It was a rather shocking proposal by their professor, to say the least. But such provocations were not uncommon for Ms. Bunch. A few of the girls squirmed within their seats, wondering how they would react to seeing a girl masturbate in front of them. A few of the other girls squirmed as well, but with appreciative smiles on their faces.

Andrea also smiled, but not because she wanted relief. It was just such a respectful and righteous offer by Ms. Bunch. She felt so reassured, her guerrilla theater masturbation in front of the administration so nicely affirmed. "No thank you, Ms. Bunch," she replied and added proudly, "I obtained my relief during the luncheon, with President Rayburn and the other members of the Board of Trustees."

"Oh." That wasn't quite the response Ms. Bunch had been expecting. She didn't know how to react to the image of Andrea masturbating for the Board of Trustees. Well, perhaps it wasn't what she was thinking. "Yes, well, excellent then. Well, yes, let's get on with the class then."

Henry noted that she had not waited for an answer from him. Well, that would be in his report. Maybe she would get into trouble.

Ms. Bunch turned to her class, many of whom were still rather nonplused at the thought of Andrea masturbating for President Rayburn. "Well, students," Ms. Bunch addressed, "with the presence of our two naked Program participants, I felt it was only natural that today we address gender within visual media devoted to displaying naked bodies: pornographic video and film. I want to begin with a slide presentation, inspired by WAP [Women Against Pornography] of the 1970's concerning masculine myths of sexuality."

She switched on the PowerPoint projector, dimmed the lights, and clicked on the first slide, a picture of Christy Canyon appearing on the screen, from Passages. She was leaning back against a wall, looking sideways to the camera, holding some textbooks in her hands, a ripe red apple sitting atop them, an alluring smile on her red, shiny lips, her pretty eyes wantonly glistening to the camera, to the viewer, her letter jacket spread open enough to see very voluptuous cleavage bursting out from a lacy black brassiere.




Naked at College 03 Pt. 02



It was one of Henry's favorite movies, which he had paid handsomely for, as it was no longer easy to obtain. Henry loved the classics, and particularly Christy Canyon. She had such a pretty face, so sweet, so much like the girl next door, yet beneath that apparent innocence were such lusciously full, womanly breasts that hung and wriggled like true natural breasts should. He would love so much to snuggle up within them. His dick gave a little twitch as his balls awoke.

Ms. Bunch continued, "Pornography is an act of sexual violence," she lectured, "of the male against the female."

She clicked the projector to bring up a scene from Passages. It was Christy, naked, being fucked from behind, those lush opulent exquisite jugs swinging in the air, her eyes closed, lost in the lustful passion of her cunt being so thoroughly pumped by her boyfriend's stout thick dick.

Henry's eyes were fixed on Christy's sumptuously bobbling breasts, as there was something so astounding witnessing such succulently full and natural boobs wobbling and wriggling as they hung so far and full beneath her thrusting, bucking body. His dick began to slowly swell.

Ms. Bunch continued, "The woman so often in these movies is in a submissive position, bending over her for the man, presenting herself to him as if she was some subservient doe. She does not dare see his face, look him in the eye. Instead, she must look away and just lift up her bottom to present her sex for him, for his pleasure." She advanced the projector to another scene, this time from Deep Throat, wherein the nurse is being fucked from behind by the doctor.

Henry smiled. It was Carol Connors, another woman with voluptuously large natural boobs that hung so wantonly beneath her as Harry Reems fucked her from behind. They were like two squishy water balloons, swinging and swaying with a life all their own, yearning to be squeezed, groped, and milked. Henry's dick reached out for them.

Ms. Bunch explained, "The actress in this scene, if you could call her that, starred in a number of movies of her own, pretty much all of them involving the stereotypic dumb blonde, such as," she forward the presentation, "Candy Goes to Hollywood" and "The Erotic Adventures of Candy," from which appeared on the screen the opening scene, "in which she is again presenting her bottom, her vagina, to a man, this time on her knees, derriere up in the air, a dazed, confused, and aroused look on her face."

Henry felt compelled to offer his own input. He did, after all, have a pretty good familiarity with pornography. "You know, Ms. Bunch, Carol Connors also starred on television."

Ms. Bunch glanced over at Henry, noticing for the first time his developing erection. She rolled her eyes in disgust and exasperation. Don't men have any control over those things? Her annoyance with his pointless interruption was evident in the tone of her voice, "By that do you mean being the dumb blonde hostess on 'The Gong Show'?"

Actually, he did, but apparently that part on the show was not terribly impressive to Ms. Bunch. He quietly responded, "yeah."

Ms. Bunch continued, "And, here, in the next scene, from Society Affairs, you have the bride in her wedding dress, being roughly fucked from behind by what she believes wrongly is her fiancé, again played by Harry Reems."

Henry loved that scene as well. There was something about having sex with a girl in her wedding dress and he had to admit, at least to himself, particularly when she was bent over, with all that lace, crinoline, and other finery. It was the quintessential image of feminine love, beauty, and innocence, and amidst all that she was animalistically presenting her naked cunt to be pumped by his obscenely thick and stout manly cock. He smiled when the actress, Kelly Nichols, waves at the arriving guests through the upstairs window as she continues to be plunged from behind. It was both comical and erotic.

Henry wondered how difficult it would be to pursue a career in pornography. It's got to be the best job in the world. He so much wanted to grasp his thickening dick. It was certainly the most natural response of a young man witnessing such scenes as these. Perhaps it would be useful for the education of these young ladies to see how a healthy male masturbates to pornographic imagery. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with it, was there?

"And, consider the female that men lust for. Naturally many of the stars have quite unnaturally large breasts."

Henry reached for his cock. This was going to be good. He now wondered why more guys don't enroll in this course.

"Christy Canyon, of course, the 'actress' in our first scene." Ms. Bunch again provided the air quotation marks as she said the word, actress, "had tremendously large breasts." To make her point she clicked on an image of Christy proudly displaying those sumptuous natural boobs.

Henry lightly stroked his cock. He was off to the side of the projection, largely in the shadows. Nobody was likely to see him, or at least the eyes of everyone in class were on the bright screen.

"Ms. Canyon exploited the fact that she was born with naturally large bosoms. I imagine their presence was a factor that compelled her to enter this degrading career. A woman with large bosoms faces an uphill challenge commanding respect from men, as they will naturally assume that a woman with large breasts lives simply for the pleasure of men."

Andrea nodded her head. She had faced that problem quite a number of times.

"The same, of course, applied to Carol Connors." Ms. Bunch switched to a publicity still of Carol, sitting back in a chair, thrusting out another pair of naturally large jugs, their shape more oblong than round, but that only bespoke of their wonderfully jelly softness.

Henry had so often fantasied cumming on them, putting himself in the place of the lucky male star being blessed with such an opportunity. He stroked his dick a bit harder.

"Of course, if you weren't born with such natural 'talent,'" again with the quotation marks, "a substantial proportion of the women within the porn industry are pressured to seek unnatural enhancements. Some of the more famous include this young woman who, again, typically played the role of the dumb blonde."

The class gasped as the image of Wendy Whoppers filled the screen, and fill it well indeed. Wendy was a very pretty blonde woman, whose figure was otherwise very slim (a 21 inch waist), further enhancing by contrast the staggering size of her 80HHH breasts. It was like she had two large white beach balls attached to her chest.

Henry had not seen her in many movies, but had always enjoyed how her boobs stood out from her body, and held their form even when she was lying on her back. They did not though wiggle and jiggle so much. He imagined that they were not particularly soft, but he had to smile as he thought of lying right on them, more like perched on them, as he fucked her tight little cunt. And, to top it off, she was just so darned cute! A darling face with monstrous tits was such a fucking fantastic combination.

"There are many other examples of the finest in feminine pride, such as Summer Cummings, who is at least not blonde, but did often play the role of the dumb girl with ridiculously large breasts." Ms. Bunch flashed a picture of Summer on the screen, naked with the exception of her ultra-high, spiked heels, sporting a little whip, her 45EE boobs thrusting out from her otherwise thin frame. "She was particularly popular within sadomasochism videos."

Henry wasn't into sadomasochism, but did always like how Summer's monstrous jugs contrasted with her little puckered lips. Her facial expressions were so reminiscent of the cute pin-up girls from the 1950's and 60's. He often wondered if she was acting, or just being herself. What a wonderful wife she would make. He stroked his cock more vigorously, regretting now that he was in the dark, as he would so much enjoy letting these girls see him cum or, more accurately, making them see it. He squeezed his cock.

Ms. Bunch had seen enough, of Henry. There was only so much that she could tolerate. "Henry, can't you restrain yourself for one minute? Does simply the sight of a naked girl with large breasts compel you to masturbate, even in public?"

He hadn't thought about it that way. He let go of his cock.

A number of the girls in the class tittered.

Andrea rolled her eyes. Henry was clearly missing the entire point of Ms. Bunch's lecture.

"But, then again, Henry, perhaps your current state will be very helpful in making a point."

That was precisely what he had been thinking.

"Another male myth, of course, is masculine power, which is symbolized within the porn industry by the size of the man's erection." A few of the girls crossed their legs.

Ms. Bunch forwarded the projector to an image of a not particularly attractive, pudgy man with a moustache. He looked a bit like Jon Lovitz.

"This is the porn actor, Ron Jeremy. He is credited with being in more than 1,900 films. You can see that he is far from attractive. Clearly physical attractiveness is not a requirement for the men. Some suggest that part of Jeremy's popularity is precisely because he looks so common." The camera drifted down to a very evident paunch.

Henry again thought that perhaps he could give the career a try. He was better looking than Mr. Jeremy. His parents would be none too pleased, but what if he became a big star?

"But," Ms. Bunch suggested, "his stardom was more likely due to this." The camera reached his stiff dick, causing a number of the girls within the class to blush with embarrassment. "Mr. Jeremy is close to 10 inches, and was in fact known to even be able to engage in auto-fellatio, a clearly disgusting, self-indulgent act."

A number of the girls groaned with revulsion.

Andrea barely stifled a giggle, thinking back on Henry's demonstration earlier that morning. It had been a bit funny.

Henry scowled. Ms. Bunch clearly did not appreciate how difficult it was to do such a thing.

Ms. Bunch turned to Henry. "How big is your penis, Henry?"

"What? Oh...um..." He softly answered, "I don't know."

"Oh please," Ms. Bunch responded with obvious skepticism. "There isn't one man in this country who has not actually measured the size of his erection. Would you like me to measure it for you?"

"Seven inches," Henry quickly replied. He certainly didn't want her to measure it. "Seven inches," he again asserted, as if saying it twice made it sound more convincing.

Ms. Bunch smiled. "Henry, no way. It's more like five inches."

A number of the girls giggled at that.

Henry could feel his face reddening. He knew he was on the small side, and he didn't like the professor making a big deal of it, particularly in comparison to the porn stars. He didn't respond, but he could feel a bit of the life within him, or more accurately, within his cock, shrinking away.

"Henry, why don't you show the girls up close the size of your erection. Please, it will really be very helpful for them to see firsthand how small a man's penis really can be."

Henry could feel his face deeply reddening but he knew that he had no real choice. "Yes, ma'am," he quietly assented, and stepped up to the first girl, Betty, who giggled as she leaned forward to give it a close look.

It was like Professor Maslow's class this morning, but now with a very different meaning. He wasn't going to get an unconditional positive regard in this class.

"Now, don't be shy, Betty," Ms. Bunch instructed. "Take it in your hand and give it a good feel."

She blushed as she did so but she did grasp it firmly, wrapping her fingers around the shaft.

"Now, you can see, as well as feel," Ms. Bunch lectured, "that reality is really much different than the male fantasy. Compare for instance the size within your hand and the one now on the screen."

She advanced the projector to another scene, involving Ron Jeremy being masturbated by Christy Canyon who was playing a college coed, wearing a pink sorority sweater with the Greek letters for Lambda Nu stretching wide across her large round bountiful breasts. She was apparently jerking off one of her professors. Her fingers had difficulty fully wrapping around the shaft. She was in fact using both hands and still could not fully encompass the shaft.

"Let some more girls have a feel, Henry."

The next girl, Penny, tried stroking him like the scene from the movie. The contrast was indeed striking, as Henry's penis disappeared fully within her hands.

Andrea was feeling a bit sorry for Henry. He was a pervert, but did he deserve this?

"Girls can at times feel intimidated by the male penis, finding it so threatening. Its purpose is indeed to enter you, to impale you, and men most definitely like to think of it as a weapon."

Mr. Jeremy's cock did have a threatening appearance, the big red swollen knob looking rather inflamed and angry, pointing right at Christy's face. If he came she was likely to be thoroughly drenched in cum.

Henry shifted to another girl, Alice, who took hold of his shaft with just the tips of the fingers of her left hand, while she circled the tips of the right around and around the shiny red knob.

"Are you at all intimidated by Henry's big bad battering ram, Alice?"

She shook her head. "I think it's kind of cute."

That wasn't quite the response Ms. Bunch was looking for, but it was close enough.

Henry wasn't sure really how to react. It was rather clear that he was being made fun of, perhaps even denigrated. Yet, strangely, a part of him didn't really mind. The fact was that pretty girls were playing with his erection, which did not happen terribly often for him, to say the least. His erection had been slipping when Ms. Bunch was demeaning his size but with the girls' fingers doing all sorts of things to it, he was having no difficulty maintaining his stiffness. When he has an erection just about anything is enjoyable, even being teased and belittled. And, in any case, Alice said she thought it was cute. That was pretty nice.

Andrea was not so pleased. She didn't much care for how Ms. Bunch was treating Henry. She was a feminist, but that didn't mean she would belittle and demean men. Well, actually, she had done that quite a few times. She was reminded of her own denigration of Jim that morning, in Professor Maslow's class. But now, she felt like standing up for Henry, as Alice had done for Jim. After all, he had come to her aid in the commons. This was all just getting so confusing.

Henry shifted to another girl, who simply took his cock in her hand and stroked it, like she was trying to jerk him off, which was perhaps the intention. Henry glanced up at the screen. Yes, Ms. Bunch might be trying to denigrate him, but there was still quite a bit of pleasure in watching Christy Canyon, in her pretty pink outfit, jerk off Ron Jeremy's monstrous dick while a real coed is doing precisely the same thing for him. This was certainly far better than jerking himself off while watching the video, and he very, very much enjoyed doing that. He even smiled, although keeping his face turned away from Ms. Bunch so she wouldn't notice. Frankly, he thought, perhaps the joke was on her.

Ms. Bunch smiled victoriously. "Yes, the masculine myth is only within their minds, and within their pornography." She flipped to another star. "This is one of the most famous male stars, John Holmes."

More gasps, exclamations of shock, and even some sighs could be heard. Girls instinctively crossed their legs in defense, some though squeezing their thighs together, wondering what it would be like to have a man that large.

Andrea could feel her clit tingling.

Henry stepped up to the next girl, Penny, who gently took hold of his cock, feeling and fondling it as her eyes were glued to the screen. Henry might be considerably smaller than John Holmes, but there was something about feeling a stiff one in her hand while looking at a monster cock on the screen. Penny did not herself partake in pornography, but for a brief moment she felt she might understand its appeal. She wondered if Ms. Bunch would get upset if she took Henry's cock in her mouth, imagining it was that giant bludgeon on the screen, potentially choking her. She wondered if a girl could in fact fit that thing in her mouth.

And then a girl's face appeared on the screen, Carol Connors, who did indeed manage to get the entire knob and even a couple more inches into her mouth, albeit it looked like quite the strain in stretching her lips. Many of the girls gasped, some of them instinctively placed their fingers against their throats, wondering how the actress could possibly do that.

"His actual size has been difficult to know for certain," Ms. Bunch explained, oblivious to the reaction of some of the girls within the class. "His manager states that he often saw him measure it at 13.5 inches. He once claimed it was 15 inches. His first wife said it was only 10. It was difficult to say for certain in part because he rarely achieved a truly full erection, due perhaps to his inordinate size." She paused for effect and then turned to Henry. "Of course, that's not a problem for you now, is it, Henry."

"Um, no, ma'am," Henry acknowledged. He had shifted away from Penny. He was becoming a bit worried that he might even cum, although that could be the best thing to do. That would certainly be a rather explicit demonstration that the joke was indeed on Ms. Bunch.

"It's pretty much stretched to full capacity right now, is it not, Henry?"

It was certainly indeed, and felt much the best for it. It was probably true that some girls would not find his cock to be as big as they would want, but so would any girl that fell in love with him fail to have the perfect body, and of course he wouldn't care. "Yes, ma'am," he acknowledged.

Ms. Bunch further instructed, "the average size is somewhere between 5.5 and 6.2 inches. I think you're a bit smaller than that, are you not?"

"I suspect so," he quietly acknowledged. He felt he was around 5.5 inches, but he wasn't going to press the point. He stepped up to Janet.

She leaned way down to look beneath the shaft. "His testicles are real small too, Ms. Bunch. They look like little wrinkly chestnuts."

A lot of the girls giggled at that. It wasn't a fair analogy at all. They were bigger than chestnuts, but the point had been made.

Andrea shook her head in disgust. She could imagine a group of guys doing this to a girl, but not the other way around. This just really wasn't right at all.

"Well, that brings us to another point, another myth," Ms. Bunch suggested, feeling pretty good about how this was all proceeding. She clicked the projector forward. She announced, "Here we have Peter North, a rather good looking, tall, muscular man with an erection that is over eight inches long, and even more impressive by its incredibly thick girth."

Janet absentmindedly took hold of Henry's shaft, softly feeling it as she studied the remarkable size of Mr. North.

Henry's eyes focused on her hand, providing a nicely sensual fondling and caressing of his dick. It might be a lot smaller than Mr. North's, but it probably felt just as good, and it was feeling real, real good right now.

"Of course," Ms. Bunch continued, "Mr. North is especially known for his incredible 'money shot.'"

The class was silent. Money shot? Only a few of the girls knew what she meant by that. Those who did know felt apprehensive at what they knew was about to happen, and those who did not know felt even more apprehensive waiting for the unknown that did not sound so appealing.

Janet let go of Henry's dick. She did know what a money shot meant and she was not about to experience it firsthand, at least not in the middle of Ms. Bunch's class.