As Tom had predicted, Friday morning’s practice session was fairly light and the team was dismissed so that they could get to the assembly on time. Roger and Tom walked to the lobby in front of the assembly doors and tried to locate the girls, which they did after a few minutes of searching. They entered the auditorium, gave their names to the teacher at the door, and found some seats together.
When the bell rang, Mr Davis walked onto the stage carrying a microphone and the hum in the room died down to silence.
“Welcome to our special assembly, students and faculty. Usually we announce the topics of our assembly in advance, but in today’s case, we were concerned that when you heard the topic, many of you would decide to skip it. We will be covering the Naked in School Program.”
There was a loud outcry of dismay in the room and some students began to leave their seats.
“Please stop,” he called. “We’ve locked the doors; no one can exit without an alarm sounding—the alarm will summon the fire department, so please be seated. We are covering information only today and no one will be required to get undressed, if that’s of concern to any of you.
“We had attempted to get this informational assembly scheduled for when you first returned to classes after the break, but the non-availability of materials from the government and also major organizational changes in the Office of Social Awareness made that impossible. But now we have the materials we need and also the people available to present this information. First, there’s the official Program booklet of rules, copies are being passed out now. All the students who were selected for the Program last week and this week received a copy; now everyone is getting a copy. Please read it and be aware of your responsibilities when you are selected.”
Loud hisses sounded from around the room.
“Please stop and listen. Let me remind you that this is a federal Program and we’re required to have it at the school, and participation is mandatory for graduation. The first item we’ll cover now is the official introductory Program video. Let’s start the video now, please.”
The lights went down and a movie flashed onto the screen; the title screen said “Office of Social Awareness” and below that, “Introduction to the Naked in School Program.” A great sigh sounded throughout the auditorium. The video began with a brief overview of the goals of the Program and explanations by various academics and child psychologists of the results of a number of psychological studies about the benefits of public nudity in school settings. This was a series of talks by boring talking heads; it was interspersed with accounts related by a few people identified as medical professionals who claimed that their own children had been in the Program and had benefitted from the experience. All of the commentators waxed lyrical about the Program, like it was God’s gift to the high schooler.
Then the video switched to showing various videoed scenes from a school, including classrooms, hallways, lunchrooms, gyms, lockers, and athletic fields where numbers of naked kids could be seen engaging in normal school activities while a voice-over described the basic rules of the Program.
Next the scene cut to what appeared to be a school auditorium stage and a trim, shapely 19 year-old girl with flowing, fine golden blonde hair, wearing a smart blouse and skirt, strode into view and waved at the camera.
“Hello, everyone. I’m Karen Wagner and I’ve been asked to give you a short introduction to the Program. I’m sorry I can’t be with you in person, but the Office of Social Awareness wanted me to give this message to as many students as possible, and I’m in college and can’t take the time to come to every school. So you’ll need to put up with this electronic version of my visit.”
She began to unbutton her blouse.
“You might possibly know my name, since I was among the first students in the Program, three years ago at my high school, which was the first school to begin the Program. Now I’m a spokesperson for the Program and let me tell you why. At the time I was picked to participate, I was a terribly shy young girl who was absolutely terrified to learn that she was selected to be naked in front of everyone in school.”
She had finished with the buttons and slipped off her blouse.
“And then I was told I would have to let everyone touch me anywhere on my naked body—oh my, that was even more horrible, if possible.”
She undid the waist button of her skirt and it slipped off her hips, leaving her standing there in her bra and panties.
“As you can imagine, in a new Program just starting, pretty much everything had to be invented on the fly and some things didn’t work as they should. First, I was only one of ten naked students in the entire school. So everyone in the whole school, it seems, had their fingers in my pussy by the end of the first day. I was so sore...”
While she was talking, she had unclipped her bra and shrugged it off as she finished the sentence. Her boobs were high and firm, a full C-cup, with dark pink areolas and prominent nipples.
“Also, in our school, girls weren’t partnered with boys like they do in many schools.”
Now she had slipped off her panties, revealing a neatly groomed, attractive blond bush, and her pussy lips could be seen peeking out between her thighs.
“But despite the horrible start of my week, I quickly learned that being in the Program can be fun as well as exciting! It lets you step outside of your boundaries and expands your comfort zone. You see that I stripped for the camera; that was my choice to do on video to demonstrate how your own modesty can be put aside to enjoy a fully sexually liberating experience. I began my Program week challenged by a new and frightening situation—attending school while naked, a very embarrassing and difficult situation to say the least, but I soon found out that it has its rewards as well.”
Karen reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit and her face flushed pink.
“Mmmm. One of those rewards is getting total sexual satisfaction; another is learning about how your body responds to all kinds of sexual situations and stimuli in a protective setting surrounded by your classmates. These are experiences you could never get in dating, unless a gal wants to go on dates with dozens of guys and possibly risk her personal safety—or for you guys on the Program, to get to do things with large numbers of willing gals.”
There were sighs in the room and the sounds of people shifting uncomfortably in their seats could be heard.
“Another of my ideas for this video was to show you just how open and awesome a Program sexual experience can be, so my friend Jason Adams will join me now to show you some of the pleasures that being on the Program can bring.”
A young guy, about 19 years old, strode into view. He was of medium height, had an athletic build, and was completely nude, sporting a fat dick, even flaccid it was about six inches long and swung freely as he walked up to Karen.
“Hi, Jason, thanks for joining us,” Karen said as she embraced and kissed him. “Say hi to our guests.”
Jason turned to the camera. “Hey guys out there. Sorry we can’t be with you in person, but I gotta be in class in three hours so the video will have to do, right? Man, you guys are really lucky out there, starting the Program. I was in the first Program group in my own school and I found, as you will, that for a teenager this experience can be one of the most exciting times in your lives but it can be potentially traumatic too, so let Karen and me help you overcome any of your misgivings. Actually it was very scary for me at first; truthfully, I was frightened out of my mind, but I soon discovered that I could go with the flow and my anxiety just about vanished overnight. Well, right after getting my first blow-job, anyway. That was so awesome!”
Karen giggled. The couple had walked a few feet to their right and stopped in front of an oval divan.
“Everyone, you should approach your first Program experiences with an open mind and with enthusiasm. If you do that, not only will it be an exciting time for your personal growth, it’ll be great fun too,” he finished as he grasped Karen’s hips and lowered her to the seat.
She lay back and spread her thighs widely, placing her hands on her pussy lips and spread them apart as Jason knelt between her thighs, leaned in, and kissed her slit. He pulled back briefly and looked at the camera, smiling.
“This is one of the greatest experiences you can get in the Program, giving your partner pleasure, like giving and getting head, and Karen tastes absolutely delicious...”
He took his hand, moistened his index finger, and began rubbing the finger around her nipples, then moved it down to her slit. The camera zoomed in for a closeup and the juices dribbling from her cunt were clearly visible; Karen was now quite wet. Jason stuck his finger inside her, then put two in, and began running them in and out; the mike picked up a squishing sound as he rapidly finger-fucked her. Karen was moaning and fingering her clit as her cunt was being stroked.
Then Jason dove into her cunt again, licking and sucking on her cuntlips and clit while continuing to finger-fuck her and soon Karen was moaning and thrashing around so much that Jason had to use both his hands to hold her ass still while he busily kept lapping her vulva; then his face stopped over her clit and he did something there.
Suddenly Karen exploded with a high-pitched squeal followed by a loud “FUCK” as her back arched and legs went rigid in a huge cum. Her whole body quivered, she heaved a huge sigh and lay back, flat on her back, while Jason rose and then sat next to her, gently fondling her tits. After a few seconds she sat up and pulled Jason into a hug and kiss and then looked at the camera with a broad, heavy-lidded smile.
“Girls, if your guy is as good as Jason here, you gotta keep him! Jason, that was fantastic, so let me reward you now.”
Jason swung around, putting his legs over the divan’s edge and now his erection could be fully seen; his penis was fairly large, a little over seven inches and quite wide in girth.
Karen pulled his legs forward so his ass was at the edge of the divan and spread them apart. She dropped to her knees between his thighs and stroked his throbbing erection a few times. Then she licked the tip of his cock and his hips jerked up as he gasped in excitement. In the next second, Jason’s rock-hard length disappeared inside of Karen’s mouth as he grabbed onto the edge of the divan to keep from slipping off from the pleasure.
Karen ran her lips up and down his rigid member, applying suction as she pulled up, and stroking the exposed part of his shaft with her hand. It was mesmerizing to watch the steady motions of her head and hand, up and down, up and down, as she fellated her partner. Jason began bucking his hips to meet her mouth with her every downstroke. A few times Karen tried to go all the way down Jason’s pole but didn’t quite succeed; she coughed and gagged and then backed off, but then came back for more. It was apparent that Jason’s urgency was rapidly increasing as he got closer and closer to bursting. He was now bucking his hips wildly as Karen heroically tried to keep his cock in her mouth.
“Uuunnhhh... I’m gonna cuuummmm,” he grunted then, but his warning came too late, because he exploded into her mouth right at the word “cum.”
Karen kept sucking and running her hands up and down his shaft, milking his balls out of every last drop they could deliver and it quickly became apparent that these ministrations were too sensitive for Jason to endure, because he forced her off his phallus.
“Gaahhhh... Shit, enough, Karen. Ahhhhh...”
Karen looked up at Jason and grinned. A little dollop of cum was running out of one corner of her mouth and down her chin. She wiped it up with a finger and slurped it into her mouth.
“Mmmmm. You taste good, love,” she said with a giggle and got up and sat beside Jason.
The two fell into an embrace and kissed passionately while Jason’s dick once again rose and soon stood up rampantly again. Then Karen took it in her hand and gently stroked it as she looked into the camera.
“Okay, kids, now it’s your turn to participate. Lose the restraining modesty, drop those confining inhibitions. Your bodies were given to you for you to enjoy and to revel in the pleasure you can give and get while you’re participating in the Program. It’s a chance you’ll never get again, so take advantage of it while you can. And if you can excuse us now, it’s time for Jason and me to finish what we started...”
The two lay back on the divan kissing each other as Karen raised her knees and spread her legs, then Jason climbed between them, aiming his once-again rock-hard prick at Karen’s bright pink pussy, sliding into it in a single smooth thrust as the scene faded out. There was a loud, sustained sigh that echoed around the room as the lights came up.
Davis walked back on stage from the wings, followed by two women and a man.
“Okay, after that inspiring introductory video, I’m afraid that in the remainder of this time we won’t have such stimulating visuals,” he joked.
The joke fell flat; the audience was silent, waiting.
“So I’d like to introduce you to our guests, these people are from the regional Program office...”
Loud hisses and catcalls rang out.
“Please, please be polite! On my left is Mrs Barbara Roman, then Mrs Pat Simms, and Mr James Winston. They want to talk to you about the Program and their expectations for our school. Mrs Simms, you wanted to begin?”
“Yes, thank you, Mr Davis,” she began, and it appeared that she was wearing a small wireless microphone. “Because of a major reorganization of the Program office earlier this year we were unable to get to your school to kick off the Program when it began, and we’ve learned that our not helping you start off was a serious mistake on our part. We know that most of the students who were selected as the first participants have refused to comply with the Program rules and some have even resisted with violence...”
Shouts of outrage rang out in the room, drowning out the rest of her sentence. When Davis restored order, she continued.
“I see that you still seem to be opposed to the principles of the Program and the benefits you may receive from participating...”
Derisive laughter rang out.
“...so I want to have all of you, everyone in this room, know that the federal government will not tolerate any further non-participation...”
The clamor in the room rose to a crescendo, completely drowning her out, and Davis was unsuccessful in quelling the noise for several minutes. Simms turned to Davis and looked at him and he shrugged. She walked over to Winston and whispered in his ear for a few seconds and he rose and walked to the front of the stage, raising his arms. The room gradually quieted.
“I’m sorry you all have such a bad impression of the Program,” he began, “but thanks for quieting down for me. We at the Program office all have your best interests in mind as we manage the Program curriculum...”
More derisive laughter rang out, but was muted this time.
“... and we want every student to be assured that participating will only be beneficial for your own psychological health...”
Suddenly a voice rang out over the speakers.
“So what about the kidnaped kids who were rescued from that office park on Tuesday? How’s their psychological health?”
There were loud cries of agreement from the audience.
“Yeah!” “Tell us!” “What about them?”
Davis picked up his mike. “Who’s that? Who’s using the PA system here?”
Cynthia had grabbed Tom’s hand. “Someone’s hacked the PA system! Sweet!”
Roger chimed in, “Fantastic! What a coup!”
Winston put up his hand. “They were at that place because they were having problems with...”
The voice interrupted, “Who gave the government the right to kidnap kids?”
Davis called, “Backstage! Please turn off that mike!”
Then another amplified voice called, “No more mandatory nudity!”
The students picked that up and turned it into a chant that went on for several minutes.
“No more mandatory nudity! No more mandatory nudity!...”
Meanwhile Davis went backstage and then came out again. He lifted his mike and began speaking but no sound could be heard, so he shouted to backstage again and the room filled with a loud hum, which subsided.
Davis began again, and his voice rang out, “Students, okay, you made your point...”
A third voice broke in, “Why can’t we get information about what other schools and students are doing in the Program? Why the secrecy?”
A new chant broke out. “Stop the secrecy! Stop the secrecy! Stop the secrecy!”
After a minute of that chant, the first voice shouted over the noise, “Ban the touching! Ban the demos!” which resulted in yet another chant, and now the entire room was on their feet and the chant had become, “Stop the secrecy! Ban the touching! Ban the demos! Ban the Program!”
This continued for several minutes more while Davis was shouting into his mike, red-faced, trying to restore order. Gradually the noise settled down.
Davis spoke again. “I’m ashamed at your behavior, students. Also, I want to stress that the school has no choice but to have the Program operate here...”
Again he was interrupted by one of the voices. “I’ll get naked in school only if all the teachers and administrators get naked too, and participate in the Program like the students have to.”
Cries of “Yeah!” “Way to go!” “Right on!” rang out.
The first voice then rang out. “Okay, all students. Assembly’s finished. Let’s all leave quietly, no pushing. If the teachers don’t let us out, use the emergency doors. They have no right to imprison us in the room. Quietly, no pushing, walk slowly. No riot, okay?”
Davis began shouting, “No! Stop! You mustn’t leave; we’re not done!”
He was ignored; students began to file out of the room as he continued to call for them to stop.
Tom looked at the kids leaving the auditorium in amazement. “Hell, I can’t believe this,” he said, shaking his head. “Well, shall we follow? Looks like just about everyone is leaving...”
He stopped because a teacher had come up to him. “Mr Davis wants you to come to the front,” the teacher said.
“Shit, what did I do?”
“Um, nothing, as far as I know. He just pointed at you and asked me to get you.”
Roger said, “I’ll go with you, Tom.”
“Me too,” agreed Cynthia.
As the auditorium continued to empty, the four made their way forward, following the teacher. Davis had left the stage and was standing off to the side together with the Program people. When Tom arrived, Davis spoke.
“Son, you’re not in trouble; these people have some questions of a student participating in the Program. But privately, I think, not with the Denisons here.”
“Sir, they stay or I don’t speak,” Tom demurred.
“Ah, it’s okay, Mr Davis,” Simms said. “Young man, we see you’re participating, one of only five of the thirty who were selected this week. Can you tell us why you obeyed the order and the others didn’t?”
“Ma’am, I can only speak for myself. I’m a practicing nudist so the nudity was almost a non-issue. I will tell you that if participants had to do those Request things and classroom demos, I would also be a non-participant. Doing the other stuff is real sick,” Tom said disparagingly. “The others? Many of the seniors were over 18, probably. Some others must be from Marine families and wouldn’t do it in any event, like my friends here. No idea about any others.”
“Your friends?” Simms looked at the twins. “You students refused to participate?” she asked them.
“We did indeed, ma’am. It’s against our moral code and also our parents forbade us,” Cynthia said.
“Your parents have no authority in a federal matter in a school program...”
“Ma’am? Parental authority trumps everything. For a kid, there is no higher authority,” Roger interrupted. “For all honorable matters, a parent’s directions are the law.”
“But that does violate the federal law,” Winston objected.
Cynthia retorted, “Not going to split hairs, but the law basically only says that the schools have to run the Program but the lawyer from the Marines who spoke to us said that there’s no direct statement in the law itself that says a student must participate and there’s no punishment mentioned for not doing it. So our refusing only breaks a school rule, maybe, but not a federal law. The Marine family kids will not participate. And you saw the attitude of the entire student body about how they feel about your Program.”
Winston looked at her. “Marines, huh? Your parents are Marines?”
“My dad. His general ordered Marine families not to allow their children to do the Program and I think no one will disobey. Also many of the seniors are over 18 and are legal adults and have privacy rights. So I don’t think that very many kids in this school will do the Program and the threat of not getting a diploma seems to be a hollow one, so far,” Cynthia responded.
Mrs Roman finally spoke. “Do any of you think there’s anything the Program office can do to change students’ minds? In all of the other schools in the region which have started the Program, we haven’t had such strenuous objections.”
Tom answered. “No, ma’am. Maybe because this school is unique because it’s on base land and has a high percentage of military families with students here. Probably when the other schools in the area which also have students from military families start the Program—the three others near here and the ones in San Diego—you’ll see the same resistance. And part of the kids’ reluctance has been the horror stories spread by the rumor mill about sexual excesses. Also your secrecy rules are part of everyone’s dread of the Program, you know.”
Roman looked at Ayame. “You’ve been quiet, miss,” she said. “What about your opinion?”
“Err, am not regular student here, already graduated in Japan,” Ayame stuttered.
Roger broke in, “She’s taking some pre-college classes to improve her English skills and she isn’t subject to the Program. She’s our cousin and is staying with us until she leaves for college.”
“Why can’t she be in the Program?” Roman asked.
“How about being a foreign citizen?” Cynthia snapped. “And not being an enrolled student?”
“Ah, okay,” Roman retreated.
“Yeah, and two of your hired goons abducted her and were killed in the process,” Cynthia pressed on. “You do know about that, I think? And that torture camp you guys were running to brainwash kids? How do you explain that? Your operation is filled with twisted, perverted people. We’ll never be able to trust anything we hear from Program people now, you know.”
“How do you know about...” Simms began but Winston stopped her.
“We know a lot more than you think,” Roger said evenly. “Your goons tried to ‘detain’ us for what they referred to as ‘retraining,’ the same as your dead goons tried to do with our cousin, and that was actually a criminal abduction, not one of your damned so-called ‘detainments.’ So, yeah, you’ve actually declared war on the Marine Corps.”
Winston looked at Roger. “Oh—you—you must be, um, oh, yes, Denison, right? The ones who fought when you were selected to participate?”
“The same,” Cynthia glared at him with a feral smile. “Pleased to meet you, we’re not, by the way. Your agency’s made some powerful enemies in the U.S. armed forces, you know, and I think we’re done talking to you now. It’s leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Why don’t you just clear out and don’t bother us here at the school anymore, okay? I think that after you saw the students’ reaction to your presentation and that porno video, you can see that the Program is all but defunct here. Let’s go, guys.”
The four of them began to walk out of the auditorium. The Program officials stared at their retreating figures as they strode away, reached the doors, and exited. The doors slowly swung shut after they passed through them.
Winston glared at the distant door until it swung shut, then turned to Davis and angrily spoke, “How could you let that presentation get so badly out of control?” he demanded. “How could they take over the PA system like that? Davis, you’re going to have to bring your school into line and ensure that everyone, those two Denison brats included, participates, and I want them in particular to be punished with an extended time in the Program. Fail them, hold them back, I don’t care how you do it; I want them punished.”
“I assure you that what you ask is completely impossible, Mr Winston. First, about the PA system. I assume that some students got into the equipment storage cabinet; many of our classes and clubs have access for plays and such, so lots of people have access to those mikes. The Program is universally hated, as you saw, and there’s nothing I can do to change that. Trying to use physical force is just plain stupid, as your Program rep at the school learned on several occasions. Two members of your hired teams were killed in their kidnaping attempt. The Marines are providing the school’s security now, I’ve learned, so nobody’s going to be forced into doing something that they object to doing. And nothing in the Program rules or the law allows us to alter a student’s academic record. So just how do you propose that I do what you ask?” Davis angrily responded.
“Here’s how; this worked in another school where the teachers wouldn’t make sure that the kids stripped. Hire some guards to find and forcibly disrobe the students who refuse to comply and...”
“You didn’t pay attention. First, with the Marines here, no private security company will send their people anymore. Second, the students already have responded to force with physical force of their own and some guards had to get medical care as a result. The district is now dealing with some lawsuits over those issues. Force will only result in more force, and you’ve already got two of your men killed. I will not allow any more force to be attempted in my school, is that absolutely clear? You don’t run this school, sir, I do. I did what you requested, I put on this school-wide assembly program. Now I’m done with this nonsense. Our school administration will go through the motions of running the Program, as the law requires, but we will not do anything special or spend any additional funds on student compliance. Is that also clear?”
Suddenly the four heard a distant cheer ring out as a teacher came into the auditorium.
“Mr Davis, your conversation was just broadcast all over the entire school!” he called. “Your mikes are still turned on!”
Davis looked at the teacher, open-mouthed, and then at Winston. Then he grinned. “Your clip-on mikes. I suggest you turn ‘em off and give ‘em to me, all of you, those wireless mikes.”
They did.
“Well, the cat’s really out of the bag now, eh?” Davis said, smiling. “Everyone in the whole school now knows that the Program is basically defunct here, and there’s nothing you feds can do about it. We’ll go through the motions so we’ll be following our legal responsibilities to the letter. If you can come up with reasonable suggestions about ways to get the Program running to your satisfaction, please let me know. But remember, we will not engage in any form of forcible coercion. Period. You can go now; I’m really tired with talking about this.”
Meanwhile, everyone throughout the entire school had been listening raptly to the conversation between Davis and Winston, including the Denisons.
After they left the auditorium, the Denisons had parted ways with Tom and started to walk to their economics class when they heard the PA speakers in the hall crackle to life, and then the entire conversation between Winston and Davis began. With Davis’ last comment, all the kids who were still remaining in the hall began to cheer loudly and then the audio feed stopped abruptly.
“Holy shit,” Roger breathed. “Freakin’ awesome. Good for Davis. I thought he was one of the baddies. But it looks like he’s maybe neutral, just doing what he needs to do, you think?”
“I wonder how that happened; that was no accident, you know,” Cynthia said slowly. “Yeah, look. While we were talking to them, no sound was coming through the auditorium speakers, right? And when we went into the hall, it wasn’t on those speakers because it sounded like they switched on out here after we went out the doors. Someone was monitoring those mikes and then patched the sound into the school’s PA system. How super cool was that? Maybe the ones who hacked into the wireless mikes. They need a citation for creativity and bravery!”
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