The next morning, Ayame was the first to awaken and as she lay there thinking about the previous evening, she reached down and began to idly caress Roger’s cock, which was exhibiting its typical morning stiffness. Then, with a sigh of lust renewed, she slurped it into her mouth. Roger woke under the onslaught of the intense feelings Ayame’s mouth was producing. It didn’t take very long before Roger was filling her mouth with his love juices and Ayame fell into his embrace as they kissed passionately.
“Ah, lover, you swallowed this time,” Roger sighed. “I guess I’ll eventually get used to my taste. What a nice way to wake up. Thank you.”
There were now groans and sighs coming from the two other beds.
“Sleepies!” Ayame called. “We can go to clubhouse for breakfast. I’ll be right out,” she said as she ducked into the bathroom.
Soon the group was off for breakfast.
“Last night was crazy awesome,” Cynthia remarked as they were eating. “What a turn-on that was; we were lying there, skin to skin, and this wave of passion just flowed over me—like suddenly I’m drowning in lust. And I was outside—in public, in a group of people, but the sex felt so, so right, like it was so perfect.”
“I loved the feeling too,” Roger agreed, “like knowing that you all could see me, see me having sex, and it felt so right. I felt that I was sharing in a wonderful experience and wanted, no, needed, to have you experience that with me. So how is this different from the Program, then? Weird... That’s public sex too; it’s supposed to get everyone involved and break down barriers of modesty and inhibitions, right?”
“I think it’s the impersonal nature of the Program. One size fits all,” Denise mused. “Everyone has to go at the fastest possible pace—forced to run before they learn to crawl, I think. Also, there’s no love, no trust, like I feel so strongly from you guys, for the participants. You have to be alone in your nudity—that sets you apart. You’re forced to allow others to touch you wherever they want. And all the exposure can be very humiliating.”
“I think Denise got it right,” Tom said. “When I was in the Program, I felt totally isolated, even though those kids were kind of shielding me. And my nudity never embarrassed me before, but in school, it was embarrassing. I was so fuckin’ happy I wasn’t forced to do any of the sex acts. That would have made me sick, I think.”
“So we’re agreed? The resistance goes on?” Kevin asked.
“Yes!” five voices replied.
After breakfast, they went out to see if there was anyone their age to meet and they found a group of older teens and young adults playing volleyball, so they joined in. Again Ayame exhibited her prowess at the game; her quick reflexes and her wicked spike were the games’ highlights. Denise was amazed at how high she could leap.
“Ah, I think I anticipate where the ball will be,” Ayame explained. “It seems like height, maybe, but I try to hit the ball at the right time, as it drops, so it’s easy to hit to open places on the other side.”
After a few games, they joined the older teens in the pool as they chatted. Of course, as several were in high school, the topic of discussion soon turned to the Program.
“You guys from Atlanta?” a girl asked. “Say, you must have heard about the article in that student paper—about the kids refusing to do the Program.”
“Yeah, that was actually in my school,” Denise replied. “We were already having some kids resist being in the Program when the article was printed. I can’t wait to Monday to see what happens.”
“Well, that news was a big deal at our school. They announced over the speakers late in the day that everyone was expected to participate on Monday if they got called. Right, like they will. Everyone I heard said that they won’t do it. So we’ll see.”
“Anyone of you in the Program yet?” Kevin asked.
No one had been.
“Most of us come from schools that just started it this fall,” a boy explained. “A kid I know had to do it two weeks ago. He hated it; he has a little cock and the other kids were making fun of him. He wouldn’t let anyone touch him and got into trouble over that; they were gonna make him repeat the week. He didn’t come to school all last week, and I tried to call him but his mom said he wasn’t talking to anyone. So I wonder what’s going on with him.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard stories about stuff like that happening,” Cynthia remarked. “Kids can be so cruel that way. They tease girls who have little boobs the same way, but it’s much worse for a guy ‘cause it’s assumed that a small cock means they could be gay or something.”
Lunch time was now here, so the group broke up as the six decided to go to the snack bar and the others had to meet their families for the meal. After lunch, Denise decided she wanted to take a stroll on a trail that led into a wooded area near the lake and got Kevin to go with her.
“Kevin, this is so awesome, don’t you think?” she asked as they walked. “Feeling the air and the sun on my skin—I can’t believe how nice it feels. And Tom was right; the people we met have been so pleasant and welcoming. What do you think?”
“I have to agree, darling. It’s been fun, and the others—the twins and their friends—are so cool. In a week they feel like true family; I’m so glad we met them. And what they’ve done for us with the anti-Program stuff. Incredible.”
“Hey, look, paddleboats!” Denise called. “Want to try?”
“Sweet! Yeah, let’s!”
They got a boat and paddled around the lake for an hour or so. After they returned the boat and headed away from the lake, Denise noticed a kiosk near the entrance to the beach swimming area.
“Let’s see what those posters say.... Oh, Kevin, look,” she said as they read the bulletin board, “a class on tantric massage. Remember the one we had on tantric yoga?”
“Damn, how could I ever forget?”
“My God, that was so hot—I mean after I got over my shock at what was going on. I wonder what the massage version is like. Tee, hee. We’re already nude so that part won’t be any problem like it was last time,” she commented. “You wanna try the class, darling?”
“I’m game. Shit, that yoga turned you into a real tiger, sweetie. If this class is anything like that, I’m all for it!”
“Let’s see if the others want to go,” Denise said.
“Let me read the description—see if there’s any other info—ah, the sign-up is in the office and there’s a sheet of pre-class instructions available there,” Kevin remarked.
They met the other four at the pool.
“Hey guys, there’s a tantric sensual massage class after dinner today. Denise and I took a tantric yoga class and thought it was fantastic. We still do those yoga positions and it’s really crazy, so hot. We’re gonna sign up if there are openings still available. Want to try it?” Kevin asked.
“Tantric massage?” Tom asked. “Yeah, they sometimes had that at my resort back home but I never went—I was too young, my folks said. I heard that people liked it—some did, anyway. Cyn, want to go?”
“Let me talk to Denise first, okay? Ayame? How about you and Roger? Interested?” Cynthia answered.
“Aah, I’ll talk to Denise too. Not sure.”
The three girls walked off by themselves and disappeared for about fifteen minutes. Tom picked up his bottle of sun screen.
“Hey, I’m almost out. I need to run to the cabin to get more. Be right back,” he called to the others.
When Tom returned, the girls were playing on the water slide while Kevin and Roger were watching them with amusement.
“I love to watch how their tits jiggle when they do that,” Roger grinned as he followed Cynthia’s trip down the slide with his eyes.
“Yeah, it’s so cool,” Kevin agreed. “I really like this—it’s so liberating, so natural.”
Tom walked up. “So what’s the deal for this evening? They decide?”
“Yeah,” Roger said, “Ayame agreed too, so the girls signed us up for the massage class; it’s at 7 o’clock this evening. In the lodge, right?”
“Yep. There’s an instruction sheet,” Kevin said. “We need to provide our own bottles of oil and we can get that at the resort’s shop. There’s instructions about shaving, too.”
“Oh?” Tom asked. “Well, I shaved this morning—I guess I can freshen up...”
“No, dummy. The girls,” Kevin grinned. “The instructions say for the best sensual results, their vulvas need to be clean-shaven. Denise wants me to do her. Wow.”
“Oh!” Roger exclaimed. “Ayame has a cute little bush down there. I wonder if she knows.”
“Did you see her giggling and blushing when they got back here from signing up? They were reading that sheet, Roger. I’ll bet they were talking about it,” Kevin smirked.
The girls came running up.
“We’re going to the shop to pick out our oils for tonight. You guys don’t have to come,” Denise said, and the three sauntered away, tittering.
“God,” moaned Tom, staring at their twitching little butts as they walked away, “I need to cool off. Right fuckin’ now!”
His cock was at half mast and rapidly rising as he strode to the pool’s edge and leaped in, immediately followed by Kevin and Roger.
“Shit,” Roger groaned. “My cock is like an iron bar. Wow!”
“See how that tantra works?” Kevin grinned. “All you have to do is mention it and whammo! Instant hardon. Tonight should be great, you’ll see.”
After dinner, Cynthia announced, “We need to get ready for the massage now, so let’s get the shaving stuff.”
The three boys looked at each other and grinned.
“Kevin, you ready?” Denise asked.
“Yeah, but what...”
“It’s okay, stud,” Cynthia interrupted. “I’ll help you. Oh look at her, nice, you just have to touch her up. My god, Denise, you’re got such a pretty little pussy! Kevin, put the warm towel on her for a minute.... Now spread the shaving gel all around her pussy... Denise, stop squirming! Okay... wait a bit, and now shave her carefully, just the stubble and stray hairs. Spread her lips, watch it around her clit. Just do all those little hairs, there below her vagina.”
Denise was wiggling her hips and groaning with frustration as Kevin fingered her vulva.
Cynthia continued, “Now the warm rinse and see if there’s any more—right over there, a little stubble. Now it’s ready for the fun. It’s important to be really smooth, so you need to test your work with your tongue.”
“Really? Wow!”
Kevin dove into her pussy and began licking; almost immediately Denise’s hips began jerking into his face and she started to whimper and pant. Then Kevin lapped at her clit with a flat tongue and sucked on it; her legs went rigid and she squealed.
“Uuuhhnnn... ooohhh, that was so fuckin’ good...” she sighed. “Wow, was that nice.”
She sat up and grabbed Kevin in a passionate kiss.
Ayame was watching in fascination as Cynthia turned on her.
“Your turn, darling. Who did you decide on, Roger or me?” she asked.
“Errr, both? Can it be both?” she whispered as her whole body broke out in a flush.
“Certainly! Lie back now and spread ‘em. We’re not gonna do your bush, it’s so cute like it is, honey,” she said. “We’re gonna clean you up from your clit to your asshole, though.”
“Ehh? Okay...” she squeaked.
“Hmm, first some scissors; need to trim the hair close. Roger, want to do the honors?”
The other four crowded in, watching the action.
“Goddamn, this is so hot,” Tom moaned.
Roger finished clipping her hairs and then Cynthia told him to apply the warm cloth. Next she took the gel and spread it over Ayame’s vulva.
“Let me start the shaving, Rog; I’ll do her lips and you can finish up.”
Cynthia used her thumb and index finger to spread Ayame’s lips and hold them stretched as she glided the razor over them, leaving glistening smooth skin in its wake. She shaved both lips and around Ayame’s love button, then handed the razor to Roger.
“Let’s use the warm towel again and then you can put a little more gel on her, Rog.”
He did, watching Ayame’s cute face screwed up in passion, and then began to hesitatingly apply the razor and slowly shaved off the remaining hairs from her entire vulva.
“Wash her off and test your work now,” Cynthia commanded.
Roger swabbed off the gel, rinsed the area, and then lapped at her pussy, laving her clit with the tip of his tongue, and finally sat up, pronouncing the whole area quite smooth. Then he pinched her clit as he blew on it and Ayame squealed and jerked in a little cum.
“Eeeeee! Ahhh, my darling, that was nice...” she sighed.
“Let me check your work too, bro, not that I don’t trust you,” Cynthia grinned, and took his place between her legs. She used her tongue and fingers to quickly bring Ayame to another shuddering orgasm. “You did good, bro, she’s nice and clean.”
Then everyone turned on Cynthia.
“Hold it, guys... I’m already done—I touched myself up this morning...” she began as the others pushed her down flat on the bed.
“I need to check that to make certain,” Tom announced as he applied his tongue to her nether parts.
He came up for air after he brought Cynthia to a squealing, squirming, shuddering climax, and rendered his verdict.
“I felt a few missed places, so let’s touch her up, guys.”
Ayame and Denise took over and quickly finished the job, bringing Cynthia to another little cum in the process.
“Oh my god...” Cynthia breathed. “Do we really need a sensual massage after that session?”
The other girls laughed, but the boys looked down at their rampant cocks in dismay.
“Hey, it’s tantra, you know,” Denise reminded them. “It’s supposed to get your erotic energies at a peak. Waiting’ll be good for you.”
The boys just groaned.
About ten minutes later they had to leave for the lodge and the boys’ cocks had mostly subsided. On the walk there, the older four asked Kevin and Denise if they had any idea about what would happen in the class.
“Well, we do know we’ll be nude for it,” Denise giggled. “At the tantric yoga class we went to last year we had no idea that it was supposed to be held in the nude. And tantra is all about withholding, um, restraining your desires, so I guess we’ll get a little frustrated. I really don’t know. Maybe we’ll be surprised.”
They would be really surprised.
The six kids learn about the true route to sensuality, trust, and respect, as they realized how the Program's design failed to achieve its goals wherever it was tried. Back at the high school again, school officials try to repair the damage that the resistance has done to the Program. But the forces of resistance have been mobilized and only await some triggering events to fully unleash them.
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