Activities at Norwich Academy had once again settled into normality. The only activity remotely Program-related—students’ names were no longer being read to participate—that kept the attention of the students were the occasional articles which appeared on The Realist blog, which was now being read far more faithfully than any school assignment. Late in the week, the students once again had a juicy topic to engage them; Jeremy and Amelia had created another Program posting..
On Wednesday, Jeremy had gone home with Amelia. His blog had received a reader’s comment—a plea for help, actually—and he wanted to get Amelia’s advice about how he should respond.
After they entered the flat, Jeremy took out his laptop and pulled up his blog files.
“Sweetie, I formatted the reader’s blog comment into an article to post and made up a title, so please read this part. I fixed the writing up a little. Then I’ll tell you how I think we should answer. Here’s the part the reader wrote:”
The Program: Whose Morals are They, Anyway?
Dear Realist. You write about human rights abuses and how bad things happening with the Program. I had a bad thing happen—it was a disagreement with my head teacher over how the Program rules are enforced. It seems that the rules were supposed to protect us from doing objectionable things and I think that all that wanking in public they want us to do is terribly rude and humiliating. It’s just porn and isn’t proper in public. I’ll try to write down what happened as I remember it.
I was stopped in the hall by a group of boys and given a reasonable request.
One said, “I want you to touch yourself in your fanny.”
So I did, reluctantly, I stroked myself for him.
“No,” he said. “you need to stick your finger up in your fanny and do a wank.”
I refused then, because that involved putting something inside me and that’s not a reasonable request. So I told him I wouldn’t, that it wasn’t reasonable. He told me he would complain to our head teacher.
The next period I got called to the office and the boy was in with the head teacher. The head asked him to tell me his complaint.
So the boy went, “I asked her to use her finger and”—he almost said wank—“get herself off to show me. She said it was a foreign object and the rules say no foreign objects. A finger isn’t a foreign object so it was a reasonable request.”
I got real mad and said, “A finger is definitely a foreign object to my fanny. I have the right to say what’s reasonable, the rules say so, so I have the right to say no.”
The head sat down at his desk and opened the Program booklet. He read it for a minute and then looked at me.
“I think that the booklet spells it out clearly; it reads, ‘No student shall ever be required to insert a foreign object into any bodily orifice as a part of a Reasonable Request or a classroom activity.’ I agree with Alexander that fingers aren’t objects, they’re body parts and since they’re your fingers, they aren’t foreign. So my ruling is that the request was proper and from now on, for all girls and boys, a request that they masturbate will be a reasonable request. You can go to class, Alexander. Jane, please stay,” he told me.
After Alexander left, the head teacher told me, “The booklet also says this about physical sexual contact: ‘No student is ever required to submit to oral sex or penetration with a sexual organ as a part of a Reasonable Request.’ Notice, it specifies that there’s no penetration with a sexual organ; it doesn’t mention other body parts, like fingers.”
I dug my copy out of my rucksack.
“But it says that I can decide what’s reasonable, here, where it says, ‘The Program participant is the sole judge of the reasonableness of any request that involves physical contact.’ I’m being asked to touch myself, that’s a physical contact, so I have the right to decide,” I objected.
“That right only applies to protect participants if they object to doing something and there’s no one available to make a ruling. I’ve made the ruling. Let me remind you of the purpose of the Program; it’s ‘to help you become more comfortable with your body and your sexuality’ and tells all pupils ‘to treat others ... as sexual beings.’ It’s clear that allowing intimate touching and requiring you to touch yourself sexually is obviously an essential part of teaching you to become a sexual being. If you try to avoid that, you’re avoiding one of the major Program objectives. You can be punished if this continues, Jane.”
Please, Realist, can you help? Isn’t this a Program abuse? Can we be forced to do immoral things like putting objects inside our sex? We are being asked to accept someone else’s idea of proper morals and behaviour. Shouldn’t that be counted as a human rights violation?
When Amelia finished reading the question, she was indignant. “I read that part in the Program booklet and didn’t think that the rules allowed a person’s refusal to be overruled like that!”
“So what do you think about a response that tells kids that if they refuse a Request, they should stick to their refusals, since they could refuse to participate at all?” Jeremy asked.
“Umm, I have a better idea,” Amelia replied. “Remember what Denise started in her uni? About using legal terms and definitions against the Program rules? Why don’t we see how ‘foreign object’ is legally defined? Since it’s not defined in the booklet, then its meaning can come from an accepted source. That’s what Kevin said.”
“Great! What a brilliant idea. Let’s look. Where?”
Amelia grinned. “In a dictionary first, dummy.”
“Oh. Sure. Let me try.”
Jeremy typed “foreign objects” in his browser’s search field.
“Lots of hits,” he told her. “Okay, here. It says, ‘Definition: “Foreign” means “originating elsewhere” or simply “outside the body.” Foreign objects typically become lodged in the eyes, ears, nose, airway, and rectum of human beings.’ Wow, that’s cool. Oh, we should check medical sites. That would be a better match.”
He searched again. “Okay, here: ‘Foreign objects can be inert or irritating. If they irritate they will cause inflammation and scarring. They can bring infection with them. In medical terms, a foreign object is something that is in the body but does not belong there. Foreign objects may be inserted into the body accidentally or intentionally. A foreign object may be inserted and become lodged in the rectum due to a desire for sexual stimulation.’ That’s perfect, a finger doesn’t belong in a pussy according to this.”
“I have an idea,” Amelia ventured. “Try legal sites. I’ll bet there must be stuff about sexual abuse.”
“Oh, good thinking,” Jeremy approved. “Let me see... Here’s one: ‘In some U.S. states, rape with a foreign object is classified as sexual assault. In New York State, digital rape (using a finger) is included in the foreign-object definition.’ Well, that’s from a U.S. site, but it’s still an authoritative site to mention. Let’s see if I can find others... Okay, here’s a good one and mentions that the law applies to the U.K.: ‘Sexual assault is a broader term than rape. It includes various types of unwanted sexual touching or penetration without consent, such as forced sodomy (anal intercourse), forced oral copulation (oral-genital contact), rape by a foreign object (including a finger), and sexual battery (the unwanted touching of an intimate part of another person for the purpose of sexual arousal).’ Way cool!”
Amelia had been typing on her computer. “I found one too, and it comes from this British legal site. It says, ‘The code defines a crime known as “sexual penetration with a foreign object” and includes, as examples...’ and then the article lists a number of items, plus this one: ‘Insertion of a finger into a woman’s vagina against her will,’ and the best one is this: ‘Coercion of a person to use a foreign object like a dildo or finger to penetrate their own anus or vagina.’ That’s the best one, right?”
“Sweetie, you nailed it. You should write the response to Jane,” Jeremy grinned.
“Wellll... you’re much better at that stuff, darling,” she replied. “Let’s do it together.”
“Sure.”
When Kevin arrived home, the teens were still hard at work.
“Hey, guys. What’s up?” he called as he came in.
“Hi, Kevin,” Jeremy answered. “We got a message on the blog from a girl who was told she had to frig herself if she got asked. You know, in a Reasonable Request. Her head teacher told her she had to do it, even though she showed him where the rules said she could refuse.”
“Yeah, Kevin, hi,” Amelia chimed in. “So we wrote a response. Sweetie, you think it’s ready now?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy mused, “actually... no. Not quite. I just thought of something else she mentioned—the thing about ‘sole judge.’ Did you notice that?”
“Yeah. I thought ‘sole’ meant ‘only’ or ‘exclusive,’” Amelia told him. “I think the head teacher was wrong there too.”
“Okay, I’ll look that up and write something but then that should cover it,” Jeremy responded.
“So tell me, how did you budding lawyers answer the question?” Kevin asked, grinning.
Jeremy smirked at him, “Amelia suggested using the ‘Kevin’ technique...”
Kevin shot him a quizzical look.
“...that’s where we pull out the dictionary definitions when the officials disagree with you about what a word means.” Jeremy finished.
“Ah,” Kevin nodded. “I understand from some experts that the Kevin technique even works.”
Amelia looked puzzled. “Which experts?” she wondered.
Kevin chuckled. “Denise.”
“Oh!” the teens giggled.
Jeremy had been looking up terms and typing; he was done quickly and then began transmitting the article to the blog. “There, it’s posted. Want to read it, Kevin?”
“Yeah.” He sat down as Jeremy turned the screen toward him and he began reading.
Yes, Jane, the Program Denies Everyone’s Morality
Jane, the questions you ask go to the very core of the reason that The Realist opposes the Program. The original idea for it was probably naively innocent at first; perhaps like a way to get over modesty like one tries to get over stage fright, by building a tolerance through exposure to the situation which causes the apprehension. But in this case, “exposure” became the actual “treatment” technique which was chosen! Exposure of kids’ naked bodies.
The Realist is somewhat familiar with the basis of Program as it was originally conceived by the Yanks some years ago, but it’s been ignominiously discredited and has now been terminated on the other side of the pond. Four years ago, using a web server shielded from U.S. government censorship, an anti-Program group published articles which told readers how the Program rules were misread, misinterpreted, or even totally ignored, with the result that a social education program which was intended to help teens overcome any excessive modesty and improve their relationships with their peers became transformed into an ordeal of coercion, humiliation, sexual abuse, and yes, even terror.
In your moral code, Jane, and likely your family’s too, public displays of overt sexual activity are repulsive and being coerced or forced into performing sexual acts publically is immoral. Your viewpoint is shared by plenty of people but unfortunately those people had no voice in making the policies of the National Program Committee.
From reading the Yanks’ anti-Program site, The Realist learned the proper way to interpret laws and rules, including the rules which are contained in the Program booklet. The key to a law or rule is the meaning of the words used. If a word or term is used in a rule, and even in a law, if its meaning isn’t specifically defined in the rule, then the word or term’s meaning is the plain sense of the term—not what the authorities claim it means. Jane, you told The Realist that your head teacher chose to define the term “foreign object” so that it meant neither “foreign” nor “object,” therefore allowing his interpretation of the rules to force you to put your fingers into your vagina.
If you look at any dictionary site on the web, you’ll find definitions that give this meaning or something close: “Foreign” means “originating elsewhere” or simply “outside the body.” Since we are dealing with the body; that’s what the Program is all about; we checked medical sites. One we found said, “In medical terms, a foreign object is something that is in the body but does not belong there. Foreign objects may be inserted into the body accidentally or intentionally.” According to accepted medical terminology, then, fingers are definitely foreign objects if they are put into the body—they aren’t intended to be there.
Since we are also dealing with a legal situation, that is, we are interpreting a rule, The Realist also consulted some legal sites. Amongst many sources which could be cited, we found this one on a well-regarded British legal site: “The code defines a crime known as ‘sexual penetration with a foreign object’ and includes, as examples, insertion of a finger into a woman’s vagina against her will and coercion of a person to use a foreign object like a dildo or finger to penetrate their own anus or vagina.” We’ve shortened the list of examples to show only the two of them that apply in your case.
The Program rules do mention self-masturbation, but that can be achieved by external means, which you did comply with in the Reasonable Request. You were well justified in declining to do the more intrusive method.
Jane, you didn’t ask about another of your head teacher’s claims but it caught our eye. This is the term “sole judge” as used in the rules. You told him correctly; the rules say that “the participant is the sole judge of the reasonableness” of the Request. It doesn’t qualify that term anywhere, as, for example saying something like, “subject to the review of an official” or “pending the later decision of a teacher.” The term “sole judge,” The Realist found, is a well-known term in the law and its legal meaning is “the person with the final decision.” By definition, the sole judge of something cannot be overruled.
So, Jane, the answer to your question is this: by forcing you to use your fingers to masturbate internally, your head teacher is committing a felony. The Human Sexuality Promotion Act, which created the Program, has no exemptions in it for officials that shield them from violations of laws which prohibit the forcing or coercing of sexual activity.
Our message to our readers is clear. Words and terms mean only what a dictionary says they mean. Other sources, like medical sites and legal sites can reinforce or clarify the meaning more precisely. The Realist has frequently urged in this blog that children not participate in the Program at all, but if you do, be sure you know your rights and challenge any attempts to define words to mean something other than their plain, dictionary meaning. And if your rights are violated, you should complain to the police authorities who can be relied on to help.
“Nice, guys,” Kevin praised them. “That really does cover the ground, geez, you got medical and legal in it too.”
“Yeah, that was Amelia’s idea,” Jeremy said proudly. “I wonder how this will shake up the Program people.”
Soon Jeremy left for home, but later that evening, he called Amelia.
“Hey darling, what’s up? Not that I don’t want to talk...” she answered and then listened for a while. “Wow, really? ... Yeah, I’ll tell them. ... Bye, sweetie, love you.”
She went out to the main room where Denise and Kevin were working on their coursework.
“Jeremy says that Hanford called his mom again. The people who have been complaining to him about the blog are really, really angry now. You know how we said people should call the police? Well, they’ve been doing it. All evening long, too. Jeremy said Hanford told his mom that there’s been some sexual assault complaints filed against teachers in a number of schools and the teachers are contacting the Program officials and demanding help from the government. Wow, did that really happen fast!”
Kevin smiled, “Yeah, that was pretty fast. There must have been some very irate parents wanting to get back at some teachers for what the schools did to their kids. This might make our meeting at your school in two weeks with those Program Committee people kind of interesting.”
“Ugh. That’s something I’m not looking forward to,” Amelia groaned.
She was cheered at school the following day when she heard plenty of chatter among the students about The Realist blog posts. Amelia learned that the tabloid newspapers had printed reports of police inquiries into claims of sexual abuse lodged against some teachers and school officials in a few London schools. The reports also spoke of rumors of parental interest in organizing class-action lawsuits at a number of schools.
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The following week started off quietly but as the week progressed, interesting developments began to occur. First, on Tuesday, Kevin met with Hanford to discuss the material that he and Denise planned to present to the Program Committee. Jeremy continued with his meetings with Amelia’s anti-FGM girls’ group, discussing their campaign, brainstorming topics for articles, and going over articles they had written to polish them for publication on the Realist blog. Then on Wednesday, as Amelia and Jeremy traveled to school, Jeremy told Amelia that he had gotten a disturbing message on his blog; a message from a girl who had reported a new Program abuse.
“And it looks like this abuse shows that some of the Program rules actually violate some existing laws, darling,” he told her. “We need to write up a response. I’d like your take on what she says, so can I come to your flat after school?”
“I’ll text Denise to get permission, sweetie,” she whispered.
After school the two arrived at Amelia’s flat and Jeremy pulled out his laptop.
“Okay, here’s what we need to work on,” Jeremy told her. “Our blog article will be in response to a message from a year eleven girl who refused to take part in a classroom demonstration. She objected to doing the demo since it was so intrusive. I’ll let you read her message.”
Amelia read it. “Ohmygod,” she gasped. “Oh, the humiliation that poor girl suffered.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that some of the things they did to her are totally illegal. Look at the article I started writing while I look up the laws that might apply,” Jeremy told her.
About fifteen minutes later, Amelia showed Jeremy her revision of his draft of the article.
“Jeremy? I thought you had condensed the girl’s message too much. Your version didn’t express her shock and humiliation—it didn’t come through in your summary. I changed it to speak in her own voice. Is that okay?”
Jeremy looked at the article.
“Oh, darling, it’s much better than my version.”
The Program Breaks U.K. Laws? Yet Another Program Human Rights Violation
Realist: I got put in the Program even though my mum and pop didn’t want me in it but they were too frightened by my head teacher’s threats and told me if I got selected, I’d have to do it. For the first day in it I hid as much as I could and wouldn’t let anyone touch me and refused to do any requests. I have very long hair and used it to hide as much of my body as I could. The head teacher called me to the office at the end of the day and told me that I would have to put up my hair and he would have my teachers get me to cooperate.
The next day, in biology, the teacher called me for a demonstration and I was horrified when he told me what it was. To measure the volume of my vagina! First, I’m a virgin and still have my hymen. Second, I told him that I wouldn’t let anyone stick objects in my fanny. He told me that he was using water, which wasn’t an object, and wouldn’t do anything to break my hymen. I argued with him and he showed me the thing he wanted to use to kind of push the water into me to do the measurement, it was like the bulb of a big turkey baster. I grabbed it and threw it across the room and ran out.
I went to the media room and sat there crying and the head teacher must have heard I was there, because he came in with another teacher. I hadn’t put up my hair, so he told me I would be punished for that and also my refusing to do the demo. They CUT MY WONDERFUL HAIR OFF. And put handcuffs on me and told me I had to go back to class.
I was in shock, but I didn’t want to go, so I managed to sneak away from the kid who was supposed to watch me and then I hid where I wouldn’t be found, behind some props on the auditorium stage. It was difficult to move with the handcuffs and awfully uncomfortable. When the final bell rang, I waited a while until I was sure all the kids had gone home and then snuck out to the office. The head was very angry, he lectured me for a while, but finally unlocked me and gave me my clothes. He told me that I’d be handcuffed for the rest of the week and have to spend the following week in the Program handcuffed too.
It’s been four school days now and I haven’t gone back. I told my mum and pop that I won’t go to school any more. Realist, what can I do? Please help me!
“Darling, I found some laws that might apply,” Jeremy said. “Handcuffing a child appears to be completely illegal unless it’s done to restrain them but only for a criminal act and only by police, as I understand it, but there are mental health exceptions for restraint in treatment facilities. And the Human Sexuality Act doesn’t mention handcuffing—or cutting hair either.”
“But what do we say in the article? We can’t give legal advice, sweetie.”
“Yeah, I know. But we can write what I found and if we keep it as a suggestion, that might work. I started a draft, so let’s work on that.”
They quickly completed their response and posted the completed article, the girl’s request and their response.
The Realist isn’t qualified to give legal advice—there are no solicitors here. It seems to us, though, that cutting your hair and handcuffing you, which are both mentioned as punishments in the Program booklet, go beyond the terms of the Human Sexuality Promotion Act which authorised the Program. Those two rules are the National Program Committee’s own implementation of the Act. Handcuffing is an involuntary restraint which might only be permissible in a case where the person is suspected of breaking a civil law. Forcible cutting of hair is probably assault; again, the Act does not specifically authorise any kind of punishment for participants.
We think that you should make a police complaint. You surely were mistreated and the victim of a great injustice. But you should go back to school. You cannot be forced to participate in the Program. Show your parents this blog and perhaps they will support your decision. If they’re letting you stay away from school, they’ll probably support you in your not participating. You deserve their support.
This is yet another example of the evils of the Program, forcing a young girl to engage in humiliating and harmful activities which have no educational support. Is this how the British people want their children to be treated?
Everyone: Say NO! to the Program.
As Jeremy uploaded the article, Amelia sat there watching, tears in her eyes.
“Darling, you’re crying?” Jeremy exclaimed as he turned to her. He hugged her.
“Oh, I just feel so bad for her, what she went through and how she must feel. Betrayed by the school and also by her parents who didn’t stand up for her. I’m so lucky I have you and also Kevin and Denise. You’ve all been wonderful to me. Oh, please hold me, darling, I need you to make me feel safe now...”
She reached up to him and pulled him into a tender kiss, which soon turned into a passionate one. As their tongues entwined in mutual lust, Jeremy slid his hand under her blouse and stroked her bra-clad breasts, rubbing the fabric over her rigid nipples.
“Oh, lover,” Amelia gasped, “that feels so good. That’s driving me wild. Wait...”
She pulled away and slipped off her blouse, unclipped her bra, and shrugged it off.
“Better,” she murmured as Jeremy’s lips fastened on a taut nipple.
While Jeremy was stroking her breasts and sucking on them, Amelia undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
“Let’s go to my room,” she whispered as she pulled his shirt out of his trousers and slid it off his shoulders.
They hurried to Amelia’s room and quickly helped each other to take off the rest of their clothes. Amelia lay down on her back on her bed and Jeremy straddled her body, knees on each side of her hips, leaned forward, and began caressing her firm orbs with his palms, brushing them over her engorged nipples. Then he squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them around gently as they hardened even more under the stimulus. Amelia moaned approvingly.
Jeremy gradually slid down along her body, planting tiny, tender kisses down her chest, her belly button, and lower belly; soon his lips nuzzled into the short, soft curly hair covering her puffy pubes. Spreading her thighs, he bent down between them, and his lips fastened onto her pussy, which was trickling her juices and clearly showing her rising arousal. As he kissed her there, her inner pussy lips began engorging, opening out like a butterfly’s wings. As he watched, a few drops of her feminine juices oozed out from between her pussy lips, running down into the crease between her buttocks.
Jeremy pulled her legs apart and followed the little stream of her nectar with his tongue down from her pussy to the little puckered hole hiding between her ass cheeks, and tickled her hole with the tip of his tongue. Amelia’s hips jerked and she whimpered as she felt the electric flashes his tongue was producing there. Then, with the flat of his tongue, Jeremy stroked up her vulva to her hard little clit and with his tongue’s tip, dug under her clit hood, teasing it out.
Amelia shuddered from the intense sensation, whispering, “Aaaahhhh, oooo, yessss... uuhhh... right there... ooohhh...”
Jeremy redoubled his licking, slurping up the copious juices that were leaking from her pussy. She tasted tart, with just the faintest hint of urine, but sweet, oh, so sweet. As he lapped around her clit, he slipped his finger into her pussy and curled it around, seeking the rough patch of tissue of her g-spot. When he found it, he pressed in and took the little bud of her hard clit between his lips and lashed it with his tongue tip.
“Gaaahhhh! Ooohhhhhh Jeremy! Yaaaahhhhh!” she gasped as a shudder passed through her body.
Now Jeremy pushed a second finger into her pussy; her juices were flowing freely, and he began stroking in and out in a comfortable rhythm while his tongue continued to caress her clit, which had swollen so much it was standing away from its fleshy hood. Amelia’s breath was coming faster and faster now. Jeremy felt the tenseness in her body begin to build.
“Ooohhh, yesssss, do it... more.... going to cuuuum...” she groaned.
Jeremy lifted up his head and began sawing his fingers in and out of her pussy faster and faster; the squishing sounds that his fingers, slick with her juices, caused was driving his own lust. As Amelia’s arousal started to peak, he lowered his mouth back to her vulva and, taking her clit between his lips, he nipped that engorged, sensitive button with his teeth.
“YYYYYYAAAAAHHHHHHH!! Ooooooooohhhh! Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!” she shrieked, clamping his head with her thighs in a vise-like grip.
Her pussy begin to contract spasmodically around his fingers as her body went rigid and a gush of fluids poured out of her body.
“Aaahhh! Aaaahhh! Uuuuuhhhhh... Ohhhhhh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ah! Ah! Ooooooohhh...” she gasped as the ferocity of her orgasmic pulses ripped through her body. Jeremy rode her through her climax, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy to prolong it, as her spasms gradually subsided and she was able to get her breathing back to normal.
“Ohmygod, Jeremy! That was... oh god... so awesome!” she panted as she regained her breath. “Let me catch my breath—and reward you for that glorious cum.”
They held each other and kissed for a minute, then Amelia pushed Jeremy flat onto his back and took his rigid cock in her hands, gradually letting its head slip into her mouth. Slowly she pushed her lips down over his cock’s crown and Jeremy gasped as he felt her lips slide over the corona and onto his shaft. Amelia sunk downward, forcing his cock into the warm wetness of her mouth until she felt it hit her throat and she gagged, pulling back.
“Sorry,” she apologized. “I need to learn to do that better.”
“That’s fine,” Jeremy choked. “That was fuckin’ ace!”
Amelia smiled and went down on him again, letting her tongue play teasingly across his cock’s crown. Jeremy shivered and groaned. Then Amelia gently took his shaft in one hand and pulled down its skin while with her other hand, she played with his balls. He groaned again at the incredible sensations she was causing. Now she took his cock back into her mouth and started to bob her head up and down on it, caressing its engorged crown with her tongue, licking its sensitive underside where the head met the shaft.
“Amelia... oh... oh...” he panted. “Go slow... slow... or I’ll cum...”
“Uuuhhh hmmmm,” she acknowledged, but the vibrations from her voice caused his cock to lurch.
She continued to gently suck him, slowly stroking the exposed part of his shaft with her hand and Jeremy began to move his hips to match her rhythm. As she sucked him harder, his pleasure increased.
“Lover... uuunnhhh... you’re gonna... uuuhhh... gonna... make me... aaahhhh... gonna cum!” he choked out.
Amelia angled her head to peer up at him without losing oral contact with his cock.
“Guuddd... Cuuummm nnn mmmyy mmmoouuufff...”
Amelia redoubled her efforts, lashing her tongue around his rampant member and stroking him with both hands, occasionally raking her fingernails over his balls. Jeremy felt the pressure in his groin build to an impossible level and bolts of sensation began radiating out from his cock. Suddenly he felt his balls tighten and a delicious burning sensation began to form behind his cock, surging through his cock and into his belly and thighs, and then a massive spasm roared through his body.
“Gaaaaaawwwwwhhhhhhhhh!” he shouted as ecstacy erupted from his being and pulsed through his cock into Amelia’s mouth. “Uuunnhh! Uuuuhhh! Aaaaahhhh!” he grunted as pulse after pulse of cum spurted into her mouth.
Amelia stayed with him, letting him fire his semen into her mouth, swallowing once or twice as she kept stroking his shaft. As his pulses died down to dribbles, she sucked him as his cock began to lose some of its rigidity, and then swallowed the remaining cum in her mouth.
“Hmmmm, uugghh, maybe I’ll get used to that taste,” she mused as she shivered.
“Oooohh... wow... shit...” Jeremy gasped. “That was... ooohhh... wow...”
He pulled her down to him and kissed her passionately. Then he broke the kiss.
“Oohh... is that what it tastes like?” he murmured. “Weird... oh shit, darling, that was incredible!”
“Mmmmmmm,” Amelia agreed.
They lay there for several minutes, kissing, embracing, and stroking each other lovingly. Amelia was gently playing with Jeremy’s cock, which was getting firmer and firmer under her caresses.
“Mmm, I love your cock,” Amelia whispered. “I just love it so much. Ooohh, look, it’s getting bigger again,” she gushed.
“That’s ‘cause it loves you, darling,” Jeremy chuckled. He made it twitch.
“Ooohh! It just jumped,” she exclaimed.
“‘Cause it likes when you hold it.”
“Shit, this is making me horny all over again,” Amelia groaned. “My cunt’s on fire again. Your fingers gave me a great cum, but I need your cock now,” she gasped.
Amelia pushed Jeremy back onto his back again and lifted her leg over his hips to straddle him. Raising herself up, she socketed the engorged head of his now iron-hard cock in the entrance of her pussy and dropped herself quickly down onto him, impaling herself in a single stroke. As her pussy was still drenched with her fluids, she slid all the way down his shaft without any resistance. Jeremy gasped as he felt his cockhead plow through her hot depths, pushing her internal tissues aside as he penetrated her.
As she sat on his hips, recovering from the intense sensations his cock was producing in her body, Jeremy reached up and stroked her breasts with his hands, running his palms over her nipples and caressing them. She moaned and covered his hands with hers, pushing them hard against her chest.
Catching her breath, Amelia pulled herself back up, slowly raising herself off him until his cockhead was barely still inside of her. Then she reversed, plunging herself down again, reveling in the sensation of his cock ploughing into her hot and wet innards. She repeated this several times and Jeremy began to move his hips to complement her movements.
Then, screwing her eyes shut, Amelia began to ride him, beginning with a gentle rhythm, but then as she sped up, she leaned forward, pressing her breasts into Jeremy’s chest, allowing him to fuck into her by thrusting his hips while she gyrated hers.
She began panting, “Aaaahhh... uuuhhh... getting... ooohh... close...” she grunted. “Aaaahh!”
She reared back up, reached down, and began rubbing at her clit while Jeremy thrust into her harder and grabbed her nipples and pinched them, rolling them between his thumb and fingers.
“It’s coming... uuuhhh... going... aaahh... to cum...” she panted breathlessly. “Uuhh, yes... uuhh, yes... yes... yes! OH! AAAAAHHHHH! Ah! Uh! Uh!” she cried as her pussy spasmed and her juices were forced out of her clenching pussy and flowed down the shaft of his cock.
“Uunh,” Jeremy cried, as Amelia’s muscles clenched, clamping down hard on his cock, driving his lustful emotions into the stratosphere. Amelia continued to ride Jeremy’s cock while her pussy kept pulsing, but the force of her climax made both of their thrusting movements erratic.
As Amelia began to catch her breath, Jeremy husked to her, “Gotta cum, need to cum, get down...”
He grabbed her hips, twisted her over, and somehow they rolled until she was on her back while Jeremy remained embedded in her cunt. Amelia squealed as Jeremy gave a tentative thrust; then she wrapped her legs around his thighs as he leaned down to kiss her. Jeremy pulled his knees up closer to Amelia’s ass and began thrusting into her in a moderate rhythm using long strokes and pressing in deeply on each one. He closed his eyes and reveled in the wondrous friction of her tight, slippery, and hot channel as the head of his hard cock glided through her vaginal folds; soon he began to feel the first twinges heralding the approach of his own orgasm.
Amelia wiggled her butt. “Lover...” she panted, “it’s coming again... oohhh, yes... again... uuggg... move higher... OH! YES! Right there! Harder!” she panted.
Jeremy was taking faster strokes and pushing the root of his cock against her pubic bone, squeezing her clit with every stroke now. Amelia was panting like a steam engine and her hips were jerking spasmodically. Jeremy looked down at Amelia’s face; it was flushed and her expression was frozen in a rictus of passion. Sweat poured off both of their bodies as Jeremy began driving his cock into her like a piston. Suddenly a white heat swept over him and his balls felt like they were boiling with fire. He tried to slow down his thrusting to prolong his ecstacy but his climax began crashing over him; he felt a hot lance of fire start to burn out of his groin and spread into his cock.
Amelia felt Jeremy’s cock swell as his orgasm started, then the first pulse of his hot cum triggered her own orgasm.
“Aaaagggggnnnnnggghhhh!” she shrieked. “Uuunnhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhh! OooooooOOOOHHHH!” she wailed, as Jeremy kept thrusting through his own climax.
“GAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Jeremy howled as he felt Amelia’s pussy clamping down on his cock as she came and he buried himself in her as deep as he could. Pulses of his hot cum kept rocketing up out of his balls and erupting out of the head of his cock as he shot load after load of his cum deep inside her.
“Unhh! uuunnh! Aaahhh...” he grunted as his cock pulsed with each contraction of his loins.
Gradually his hips began slowing their thrusting and he felt the clenching of Amelia’s pussy subsiding; slowly they both began to return to coherent thought. Finally, totally spent, Jeremy sank down on top of Amelia and then rolled off to her side and both just lay there, panting and sweaty, eyes closed, hearts pounding, exhausted.
After a few minutes, Jeremy raised his head and looked at Amelia.
“Lover?” he whispered. “You okay?”
She opened her eyes. Her expression was languid. “The best, my beloved. That was heavenly; my God, you’re a fantastic lover,” she breathed. “Ohmygod, look at this bed... oh shit, look how wet everything is. I don’t care... hug me, darling, never let me go...”
They lay there for a half hour, murmuring loving words to each other and stroking each other’s faces in wonder at the passion that their lovemaking had unleashed.
“Darling,” Amelia said at last, “I can’t believe how strongly I feel my love for you. When you’re with me, holding me, I feel safe, complete, like you’re part of me when we’re together. I see how Denise and Kevin are. How they always seem to be together, even if they aren’t close to each other, there’s a connection between them.”
Jeremy nodded, “Yeah, darling, I see that and I feel that with you too. I find that I’m always thinking of you even when we’re apart.”
They kissed.
“Um, think we better get dressed?” Jeremy chuckled. “I know Denise is pretty tolerant, but isn’t she due home in about a half hour?”
“Eeep!” Amelia exclaimed. “You’re right. Need to clean up here too. But we don’t need to hide anything from her or Kevin.”
“Yeah, they’re the greatest.”
They hurriedly dressed, stripped the bed, and started a wash with the bedclothes. Then they went to the sitting room and began doing their homework. Denise found them that way, immersed in their work.
“Hey, guys, how are things doing,” she asked when she saw them.
“Good, Denise. Jeremy and I posted another anti-Program article.”
She showed Denise the blog, still loaded on the laptop’s screen.
“Oh, that’s a very good response,” Denise approved. “Poor girl, I hope she can get through this problem.”
“Yeah,” Amelia agreed. “Um, I don’t want to keep any secrets or stuff from you...” Amelia continued, glancing at Jeremy who nodded his encouragement. “Jeremy and I were... um... intimate... a little while ago. Denise, we love each other soooo much! I hope you’re not angry or think we took advantage of you...”
“Oh, sweetie, no. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me; this shows just how mature you both are. Kevin and I see how much you care for each other and we approve. I know the Porters like you very much and I’m certain your dad will like Jeremy. So if you want to express your love, you don’t have to sneak around or be ashamed of it. Just don’t be blatant around school or your folks, Jeremy.”
Amelia giggled. “Um, no, we’re very discrete, Denise.”
Jeremy nodded his agreement.
“Jeremy, can you stay for dinner?” Denise asked.
“I’ll check with Mum,” he replied and called her. “Yes, I can, thanks,” he told her after he disconnected. “I need to leave at 8 o’clock though.”
Kevin arrived home not long after that and he approved of the blog article too.
After dinner, Kevin was chatting with Jeremy and Amelia.
“Looks like you’re going all out on those anti-Program articles,” Kevin told them. “That fits right in with our strategy to increase public pressure against the Program. Any more articles in the works?”
Amelia nodded. “Yeah, we have an article almost ready that was inspired by Denise—it was in the flyer I took to school. It’s addressed to the parents of the kids in schools with the Program. We’re writing about that Avery University study, you know, the one where it showed the negative effects of the Program on student academic achievement. If parents see that the grades drop in schools that have the Program, we think that they’ll object and maybe even complain to their MPs.”
“That’s a good idea, kids,” Kevin agreed. “When are you posting that one?”
Jeremy grinned. “Tomorrow, actually. It’s almost done. Today we did the posting with girl’s message you just saw because it was urgent and we put off doing the grades one till tomorrow.”
“You guys are just awesome, you know,” Denise said. “When we meet with that Program Committee, we’ll really have them on the defensive—there’ll be lots of political pressure against them by then, I’d think.”
On Thursday afternoon, Jeremy posted their next article on the adverse academic achievement findings reported in the Avery University study and by the end of the week, at least one tabloid paper had begun running a daily column on Program issues, often incorporating material from Jeremy’s blog. The papers were still writing about how the blog author was unknown and how the server where the blog was hosted couldn’t be located, other than probably being somewhere in the Far East. One newspaper had traced the domain registration to an empty office in Mumbai but the trail ended there. The papers did make several requests in print for the author to contact them and offered anonymity but Jeremy was keeping silent.
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