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                          Carl Naked in School
                              by peregrinf

Copyright© 2010 by peregrinf


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Description: Part 1 of the Carl NIS series. Read this one first. The inspiration for this obviously comes from the "Karen Naked at School" series by Karen Wagner. I felt the males who participated in the school program should be given the opportunity to tell of their experiences. I can only offer Karen my thanks for the inspiration. I hope I have done her original concept justice.

Codes: mf mF cons rom reluc het span 1st oral mastrb exhib voy teach sch
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Chapter 1


I'm sure you've read Karen's story of her week naked in school. The only trouble with it is that she tells it as if she were the only one walking the halls and going to class with it all hanging out, so to speak. Well, let me tell you MY story.

As she explained at the beginning of her tale, there was to be one girl and one boy from each class, frosh, junior and senior, chosen each week to take part in the program. Well, that first week, I was the junior class boy. My name is Carl Walker, and, like Karen, I'm a junior. I know her, but not well - we're on different academic tracks, have different extracurriculars and move in different social circles, though I suppose our pictures will be side by side in the yearbook - Wagner, Walker?.

I know I'm seen as a bit of a nerd. I'm a geek, I admit it. I'm on the fast track to college, probably physics. I'm five foot eleven, and still growing (I hope), on the skinny side, maybe 150 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes.

Anyway, at the same time Karen was called into the principal's office and made to strip, I was called into Miss Mitchell's office. She's the Assistant Principal, not someone that I'd had much to do with. Oh, I'd seen her around, said "Hi" to her a few times. She was very formal. It was always "Hello, Mr. Walker," from her, never "Hi, Carl," or just "Hi."

But it's a formal school. Respect is emphasized all the way around. Something to do with minimizing violence or something, but to all the teachers we are "Mr." this or "Miss" that, and they are "Mr." or "Mrs." or "Miss" so-and-so.

Believe it or not, there's even a dress code! No tube tops, no hot pants, no hats. They stopped short of the jacket and neck tie, at least. Now I was about to find out it was all or nothing!

She's wasn't bad looking, Miss Mitchell, kind of skinny, on the tall side. You couldn't tell a lot about her figure, 'cause she usually wore a suit. You know, a skirt that came below her knees, a white blouse with a sort of fluffy bow tie and a jacket like a blazer. She wore her hair short and it had a touch of silver in with the gold, so I guess she was a natural blond.

She was kind of old, maybe fifty, I guess. Severe looking, if you know what I mean - gray eyes, pursed mouth. I remember once I saw her laughing, some joke from a teacher I guess, and it surprised me. She looked - nice. Some guys said she was a dyke, but I never believed 'em, and from my dealings I'm even more sure now I'm right.

Anyway, like I say, I was called into her office at the same time Karen was called into the principal's, and I guess I was told pretty much the same thing Karen was, and given a brochure about it. You know, that a new program had begun, and I was chosen as the junior boy who would have to attend all classes in the nude for the week.

Oh, yeah, she said it had something to do with us learning to treat girls as something other than simply sex objects, to learn to harness our natural energies, to behave more maturely, to become comfortable with our bodies, blah, blah, blah. I was so shocked I was hardly listening.

Well, I mean, you could have fried an egg on my face! I mean, yeah, I'd heard stuff about some new program, rumors, but I hadn't believed half of what they were saying. And I thought I'd be the last person in the world they'd choose even if they were true. I mean, I was brought up to be modest. I was kind of shy, to tell you the truth, and hadn't dated much - well, at all, really.

But I'm not gay or sexless. Half the time I'm walking around with a woody, trying to peek down the blouses of the girls, or up their skirts, trying to imagine what their breasts looked like. Stuff like that. I've got some hot Web sites book marked on my computer, only my Mom doesn't know it, of course.

I hate to admit it, but at fifteen, almost sixteen, I was a virgin.

Anyway, there I am, holding that brochure with a photo of a naked girl and boy on the cover, and she's saying, "Strip, Mr. Walker, or I will have someone help you do it."

"Naked?" I asked stupidly.

"Naked." It was the same, no-nonsense tone she'd use when she caught someone horsing around in the hall, or when she took cigarettes away from some dork stupid enough to get caught with them. Mind you, I don't touch 'em, and I don't drink, either. I guess I've got a reputation as a real straight arrow, and here I'm being told I was going to walk around school naked for a week! Shit!.

But, after taking a look at the two security officers smirking at me, I put down my stuff and began unbuttoning my shirt, LL Bean, of course, white, short sleeved oxford, button down collar and all. I emptied the pocket, wondering where I was going to keep my calculator, my pencils and stuff. (Don't even THINK it!)

When I got the shirt off one of the guards took it and I sat down to take off my shoes next, then my socks, trying to put off the inevitable as long as I could. All I had to do was think about being naked with a girl and, well, I rose to the occasion, if you know what I mean. Like, already I had a hardon that would punch a hole in concrete, for chrissakes!

"Pants," she ordered when I'd finished tucking my socks in my shoes. "You will be allowed shoes and socks, by the way."

Big deal! I thought. Standing up again, I fumbled with my belt, got it open, undid the button, ran my zipper down. I was scarlet from head to toe as I bent to slide my jeans down, trying not to look at her, trying to hide the hardon trying to crawl through the fly of my jockeys. The guard took my jeans and put them in a box with my shirt.

Then it was my underpants. I turned my back on her, but it wasn't much help, giving her a good look at my butt as I skinned them down, facing the guy who'd already taken my shirt and jeans. I straightened, my dick sticking out like the bowsprit of some friggin' sailing ship or something, bobbing up and down heavily.

"You can put your shoes and socks on, if you'd like."

I burned red. "Oh, yeah, thanks." I had to sit down in full view of her, my dick sticking up from my lap like a flagpole. It was even drooling a bit of pre-cum!

Somehow I did manage to get my socks and shoes on. I quick got up and turned toward the door, wanting to get away from her so much I wasn't even thinking of what was probably waiting outside the door.

"Don't forget your books, and the pamphlet, and find the time to familiarize yourself with it" Miss Mitchell reminded me as I reached for the door. "And your pencil and pen and calculator."

"Oh, uhm, yes'm, Miss Mitchell." I sort of sidled toward her, trying to hide my dick from her, but it didn't really work. I saw her eyes flick down to my cock, and for just a moment I thought I saw her lips twitch and maybe there was a gleam of interest in her eyes? I fumbled and dropped stuff, finally getting it all corralled. Holding it front of my crotch didn't do much good, since my dick stuck out like an iron bar.

"Remember the rules, Mr. Walker," she reminded me. "Three five minute bathroom breaks, you use the girl's locker room for gym, and you are to remain nude through all extra-curricular activities as well, save those where you are required to wear protection, such as certain sports, in which case only the necessary protection is to be worn. Oh, and one other thing."

"Yes'm?" I had my hand on the doorknob, ashamed even to look in her direction, at the same time dreading what I was going to face outside the office.

"In view of the adolescent male libido - you do know what 'libido' means, don't you, Mr. Walker?"

"Uh, yeah," I admitted. "I think so. Sex drive, right?" I risked looking at her.

There was the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. "Close enough. Anyway, I believe you'll find, if you haven't already, that a prolonged period of sexual arousal without relief results in what I believe is called a case of blue balls. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

I nodded numbly.

"In view of your condition," her gesture took in my throbbing hardon, "the rules allow for you to ask for relief at the beginning of each class period. You'll be permitted to masturbate, or even seek assistance in relieving your sexual tension. But it can only be done in full view of the class, and only in the first five minutes of the class period."

"In front of the whole class?" For the first time in two years my voice cracked.

"That's the rule, Mr. Walker. In front of the class. The teachers have, of course, received a full briefing on this program, so they will not be surprised. In fact, I suspect they will be expecting the request," she concluded. "It's all in the brochure, Mr. Walker. Please take the time to familiarize yourself with the rules. No clothes, no backpack, even, nothing to conceal your body from your fellow students. You can't even use your hands - not that they would do much good as long as you have that erection. And you must cooperate with any reasonable requests your teachers or fellow students may make of you during the week."

I gulped. "This is n..."

"These are the rules, Mr. Walker. Try to conduct yourself with dignity and a good nature and I think you may even learn to enjoy the situation. You'll find your clothes outside the south entrance at the end of the day, and please use that entrance all this week both coming and going. There is a box in which to deposit your clothes before you enter the building. Now you'd best hurry to your first class."

Just as I reached for the doorknob I heard some cheering and commotion out in the hallway, and froze, my dick actually wilting.

"Ah, I suspect the other chosen ones have probably emerged. On your way now, Mr. Walker. And try to enjoy yourself. Your clothes will be waiting you outside the school at the end of the day."

So I opened the door and stepped out, into a wall of sound, girls shrieking, boys applauding as I turned scarlet. Perversely, my dick shot back to attention, looking like a torpedo seeking a target. I tried to like, be casual, thinking of how Michelangelo's statue of David looked, but it didn't really work. I mean, shit, he wasn't circumcised (I am) and he didn't have a hardon like a baseball bat!

Then the bell rang and I had to hurry to make it to physics, my first class. As I pushed through the throng, I felt more than a few touches on my bare butt, and someone, I don't even know if it was a boy or a girl, even grabbed a quick feel of my throbbing dork. It was a good thing they didn't stroke me or they would probably have wound up with a handful of cum!

"Ah, Mr. Walker, it's good to see you so - uhm - alert this morning," Mr. Cranover greeted me cheerily as I walked in to a wave of titters and chuckles. Mercifully, there weren't too many girls in the class. Some of the guys looked embarrassed by my state and some gave me sympathetic smiles.

"G'morning," I mumbled, heading for my seat and the safe concealment of my desk.

"You look a little tense this morning, Mr. Walker," Mr. Cranover observed.

"I'm okay," I assured him, a bit testily, I admit. I slid awkwardly into my seat. It was cold on my fanny, and my dick stuck up from my lap, resting against the desk itself.

"Just remember the rules, Mr. Walker," he reminded me. "Now, let's go on with our discussion of Newton's laws of motion."

Maybe he was being kind, but at least he didn't call on me the whole period. By the time we were halfway through class, though, I was feeling twinges that had me worried. Shit, I'd been hard for half an hour. If I didn't get some relief I was going to be bent over like a croquet hoop.

For a moment I thought of jacking off behind the concealment of my desk, rules be dammed. Then I saw Lori, a cute blond cheerleader -- bright, too -- next to me, looking sideways at me, licking her lips, and realized, as I stiffened even more, that I'd never get away with it. Like, there was no room, and my cock was actually leaning up against the desk itself, drooling, no less! If I came it'd look like Old Faceful with my cum shooting straight up into the air! As it was, every time I took a breath the underside of my dick rubbed up and down, up and down, against the desk, only serving to keep me rigid as a flagpole.

I was in trouble. Surreptitiously, I checked the brochure I'd been given, quickly reading the part about relieving my tension. It was quite explicit about having to do it during the first five minutes of a class, and in front of the class.

I thought I'd get a chance between classes to duck into the john and take care of my problem, but sure enough, one of the security people just happened to be outside the door to escort me to my next class.

"I need to go to the john," I said.

"I'll go with you," he assured me politely.

I thought of trying to pee through the hardon I was carrying. "Never mind." I tried to ignore his smirk as I waddled down the hall, kind of bow legged, trying to keep from jostling my aching balls.

Oh Jeeze! French with Mademoiselle Duclos was next! I'd had a hardon for her since the first day. She was maybe thirty, wore tight sweaters and short skirts, had short black hair and bright blue eyes, lips designed to be kissed, or maybe wrapped around a cock. Half the guys in class, and maybe some of the girls, too, had a crush on her.

But I also knew that if I didn't do something soon, I'd be crawling through the rest of the day.

Shit!

"Ah, bon jour, Monsieur Walker," she greeted me cheerily as I entered the room. "I am so 'appy to see you this morning. And you are 'appy to see me, non?"

I thought I saw the tip of her tongue touch her upper lip as she looked right at my dick. Damned if I didn't get even harder right there in the doorway. Oh God, I wanted to curl up and die, because I knew what I was going to have to do if I was going to survive the next five minutes.

"Bon jour, Mademoiselle Duclos," I greeted her, fidgeting nervously rather than going to my desk.

"You per'aps 'ave a leetle problem, Monsieur Walker? Or, maybe it is not so leetle a problem?" She pushed some papers around on her desk, and I saw she had a copy of the same pamphlet I'd been given by Miss Mitchell, and it was open to the page covering the - ah - relief clause.

So, I find myself, stark naked, facing the class, my dick standing out hard and strong. Now, you remember that dream you have some times, where you're naked in school? Well, this was no dream. And there were some foxy girls in that class. And in the third row, there was Beth, who I'd taken to the movies only last Saturday as our first ever date, and then I'd shuffled and stammered as we stood at her door, and then she went in and I hadn't even asked her for a kiss.

I started to cramp and winced. Flaming red, I moved to the front of the room and put my stuff on the teacher's desk. I couldn't bear to look at anyone, fidgeting nervously.

"Time is passing, Monsieur Walker," Mademoiselle Duclos reminded me, shoving a box of tissues in my direction. "I anticipated this problem and prepared the class should you need relief, so they know what to expect."

They knew, all right. They were practically panting to watch me do my thing. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

Instead I gave in to the inevitable, wrapped my hand around my dick and pumped it a couple of times, and it felt so good! My balls tightened up and I looked at Beth, and her glasses were practically fogging up as she studied my dick. Then she looked into my eyes, and licked her lips, and I went off like a cannon. I barely got the tissues up in time to catch the thick, hot spurts of cum. I mean, I saw stars, and my knees went weak and my toes curled. I kept cumming and cumming, until it felt like my balls were wringing themselves dry. Finally I sagged wearily and managed to suck in some air, which smelled of my cum.

"Very good, Monsieur Walker!" Mademoiselle Duclos said, applauding, and the whole class burst into applause and whistles and cheering while I was still trying to get my breath back. "No, no, do not go to your seat. Stay here for a few moments, if you please."

I was barely able to move anyway.

"Now, class, with Monsieur Walker's assistance, we shall go over some of the slang anatomical terms in French."

I blushed more than ever as she drew me out from behind her desk, her hand hot on my bare arm. Reaching between my legs, she gently lifted and fondled my still tender balls, my cock rising like the Phoenix from the ashes, still drooling from its last eruption.

"Ze formal term for one of these is 'testicule, ' The slang is, however, is 'couilles.'" She explained. "The word for penis is 'bitte, ' which is literally 'bollard, ' which means, how would you say it, 'a post, ' like you might tie a ship to?" she continued, spelling out each word on the white board after touching, on me, what she was talking about!

"Monsieur Walker entered the room with 'un bander, ' meaning to have a 'ard-on. 'e could, in fact 'ave been said to have been 'bander comme un cerf' which means 'hard as a deer' or 'comme un tigre, ' like a tiger." Grinning at me, she growled deep in her throat, stroking the underside of my quickly stiffening dick.

"And ze term for the manipulation he so kindly, and productively demonstrated for us is 'branlage' or sometimes 'branlette.'

She caught a gob of post cum drooling off my cock and theatrically sucked it off her finger. "And, I am happy to say, Monsieur Walker's 'foutre, ' as it is called, is quite delicious."

I was hard as stone again.

It was going to be a very long day, and a longer week!



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Chapter 2


Later Monday Morning

Somehow I survived French. As I walked to calculus I tried to ignore the stares, the giggles, the snickers. One little freshman girl rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw dropping as she stared at me - or, more accurately, my raging hardon. I managed a weak smile and casual wave as I passed her.

"Hi, Karl," someone said, appearing by my side.

Uh, hi, Beth," I stammered, suddenly more conscious than ever of my nakedness, my hardon.

"Do you mind if I walk with you?" she asked timidly.

"I guess not," I answered. "I'm - uh - supposed to be agreeable and - uh - do what people ask me to do."

"Oh. Wow, really? Anything?"

I blushed. "I guess so. But, I'd rather you didn't ask me to do anything weird, if you understand what I mean. And anyway, I'm glad you're willing to walk with me. I was getting kinda lonely." Jeez, why can't I just say I like her company? Why'd I have to add that last?!

"Okay," she agreed. "I'll just walk with you."

She was carrying her books the way girls do, in front of her, hugging them to her chest. It sort of crinkled her blouse a little and I tried to sneak a peak down at her chest, then felt stupid about it. I liked Beth, a lot, and not just because she was willing to go to the movies with me.

She wasn't real pretty, I mean like cheerleader pretty. She was cute, though, kind of small, shy and she dressed conservatively. She had cute dimples, brown eyes and hair, that she pulled back in a pony tail, and not much in the way of tits, maybe less than a handful, if I was ever that lucky. She wore glasses, but then, so did I. And she was smart - on the same track I was, in fact, but she was taking chemistry this year instead of physics. She'd aced advanced biology and was thinking of going pre-med in college.

"I enjoyed the movie Saturday," she said.

"Me, too."

"It was a fun date."

"I had a good time." I was sweating nervously, wondering if I should ask her for another date right then. But it felt so weird, walking down the hallway naked with her and everyone else dressed. "I'd like to do it again."

"Would you?!" She sounded really happy about that.

"Yeah!" My spirits rose. "But - uh - I'm not sure about this week. It's gonna be kind of a strange week, I think."

She giggled. "I guess so! That's okay, I understand. We can just wait and see how things turn out."

We arrived at math class together and she turned toward her desk near the front, while I headed to where I sat, in the third row.

There was quite a stir, of course, when I walked in naked like that, my hardon leading the way. I saw someone whisper something to Beth and I saw the tips of her ears turn pink and I wanted to slug them.

"Good morning, Mr. Walker," Miss Gallison, the teacher greeted me.

"Good morning, Miss Gallison," I managed dutifully, mentally reviewing how many of my teachers were women. Too many! I was trying to wedge myself, and my hardon, into my desk.

"Don't bother to sit down, Mr. Walker. In view of your - uhm - state, I suspect it will be hard to keep anyone's attention on the whiteboard this morning. Why don't you come up here and we'll do a little applied calculus."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Come come, Mr. Walker, you are supposed to comply with any reasonable requests, are you not?"

"Uh, yes'm," I agreed. I mumbled a word best left unsaid. Miss Gallison, it was well known, was a lesbian and a strong feminist. I did not want her anywhere near my family jewels!

"What was that, Mr. Walker?"

"Nothing, Miss Gallison," I assured her. "I just bumped something."

"I see," she responded skeptically. "Now, class, we'll use Mr. Walker, here, for a few exercises in applied calculus. Can anyone suggest a way in which we might do that?"

There was the usual long silence. No one ever wanted to be first to volunteer in Miss Gallison's class, even though we had some really bright math students in it. She could be pretty intimidating.

Finally, to no one's surprise but mine, Beth raised her hand. "Well, we use calculus to compute the volume of geometric solids, don't we?"

I rolled my eyes heavenward, cursing her inability to put up with the silence until someone else volunteered. But then, I thought, maybe it was better her than someone like Bob Freschetti, the closest thing to an intelligent football player the school had ever had, and who, for reasons I'd never been able to fathom, seemed to hate me.

"And which solids were you thinking of?" Miss Gallison asked.

"How about his cock?" Freschetti called out from the back of the room, triggering a wave of snickers.

Miss Gallison shot him a sharp look but only said, "Yes, that is a possibility, though you'll note it is not exactly a regular geometric solid. So, how should we approach this problem?"

"Carefully, very carefully," Freschetti wisecracked.

"That will do, Mr. Freschetti!" Miss Gallison snapped back.

Beth's hand was up again. "We could do approximations, using some assumptions," she pointed out. "The shaft of it is approximately cylindrical, I'd say."

Miss Gallison gripped my dick between forefinger and thumb, turning it this way and that, and all I could do was look at Beth in desperation, wondering what she was trying to do to me. She dimpled, trying to look demure and reassuring somehow.

"Yes, that would be a possibility. How might we describe the head of his penis, geometrically?"

"Uhm, a parabolic solid?" one of the other girls ventured.

"Very good, Miss Baker."

To my relief, Miss Gallison released my cock leaving it to bob heavily as she went to the white board and began writing.

So, while I stood there they created a set of problems based on my aching hardon and I flushed under their stares. Miss Gallison used a tape measure on my dick, getting length and circumference numbers. Then Freschetti made the mistake of muttering something to his buddies in the back row that triggered a guffaw from one of them.

"What was that, Mr. Freschetti?" Miss Gallison asked sharply. "I'm sure you'd like to share that with the rest of the class."

Snot that he was, he did. "I only said, it looks to me like we're dealing with some pretty small values there."

That brought a wave of laughter from everyone, except Beth, who looked unhappy she'd started the whole thing.

"I believe a comparison might be in order," Miss Gallison responded tartly. "Please come up here, Mr. Freschetti, so we can have another example."

"What?!"

Miss Gallison brandished that brochure that spelled out my fate for the week. "Come, come, Mr. Freschetti. The program permits me to summon other students to participate in the program on an ad hoc basis. I want to remind you, it is either that, or you risk suspension from next Saturday's game for insubordination."

Muttering curses, scratching his black, curly hair nervously, Freschetti made his way to the front of the room, turning scarlet. He was a hulk. He probably out-weighed me by a hundred pounds. He was at least 6' 2" and 250. If he was built proportionally, I'd be dwarfed in that department, too. I'd seen him in the locker room, but I was always kind of shy about staring at other guys, afraid they might think I was gay or something, I guess, so I had no idea what his equipment was like.

"Strip," Miss Gallison ordered him curtly.

Freschetti's shirt came off and he made a self-conscious show of flexing his pecs, grinning at the girls as he did. He was very hairy. Mister testosterone!

"Don't dawdle, Mr. Freschetti," the teacher ordered. She'd been leaning on him all term, and I knew she was frustrated by his attitude. He was bright, but certain his future lay on the gridiron, so he did only enough to get by in the class. His macho attitude didn't endear him to her any, either. "Don't bother with your shoes, just drop your trousers and underpants. We wouldn't want class time to run out before completing this."

The belt was unfastened and he shoved his jeans down, then hesitated. I tried not to get caught looking, but the bulge in his shorts didn't look all that impressive.

"All the way." Miss Gallison was at her most implacable. "Before I count three."

Turning scarlet from his gut outward, Freschetti shoved his boxers down and cupped his hands over his groin. Miss Gallison rapped his knuckles with a ruler and he reluctantly exposed himself.

There was a hushed silence in the room, as if they were all holding their breath. I risked a glance down and almost goggled. This big, hairy, macho brute had a dork that wasn't even half as long as mine. I even wondered, for a moment, if it was hard, then saw it seep a big drop of pre-cum. He was as hard as he was ever going to get, I suspected.

Just then the class bell rang, releasing us all from a state somewhat resembling paralysis. Freschetti, still scarlet, reached for his pants and yanked them up as the rest of the class gathered books and stuff. Beth looked like she was about to burst, her lips pursed, her dimples dancing the way they did when she was trying not to laugh, and we shared a wink, both of us pleased with how things had turned out, obviously.

"Tomorrow we will continue with the exercise," Miss Gallison called over the din. "Bring in your proposed solutions to the two problems we've established - volume of an irregular cylinder and volume of a parabolic solid of rotation. Thank you for your participation, Mr. Walker."



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Chapter 3


Monday Afternoon and Evening

The rest of the day went pretty well, I thought. Lunch I was surrounded by some good buddies who didn't hassle me, though they were curious. I admitted that it was really embarrassing to walk around naked, and that the seats were cold!.

Gym was an experience. We did some gymnastics type stuff. The rope climb was particularly interesting, because when I was about 13 I'd found a way to get myself off climbing the rope, rubbing against it. By the time I reached the top with my legs wrapped around it my cum was staining my shorts.

So, of course, I got ragged for wetting my pants.

Doing it nude was another experience though. I had to be careful to avoid rope burns, and sometimes my pubic hair got caught in the rope and pulled painfully.

Then there was showering with the girls. Some of them, generally ones that were kind of chubby or real skinny, had trouble with me being there and wrapped themselves in their towels. Some of them tried to ignore me, while others stared, and a few blushed furiously and turned away. All I could do was blush.

One cheerleader strolled past me nude, towel over her shoulder, tits jiggling, with a wiggle that had my already hard cock throbbing. Thanks to her I had to jack off again, in Civics class. This time a couple of the frosh girls in the class went "EEEWwwwwww" when they saw my cum shooting out. That led to a discussion of what this whole program was about - how it was seen as a way of ending sexual exploitation in all forms. By becoming more comfortable with our bodies and sexuality it would diminish sexual tensions and decrease sexual abuse.

My last class was Creative Writing - Mom's idea - with Mr. Turner. As it turned out (no pun intended), I was glad to be taking it. Mr. Turner was a great teacher, and he suggested that I write up this journal. After three good workouts my balls were dry, so I didn't need "relief" yet again, at least.

It was a huge relief to get my clothes on at the end of the day, though I had to do that outside. The girls dressed outside the north entrance, so I didn't see Karen or the others, which was too bad, because she's cute and I wondered what she looked like naked. Maybe I'd get to see her tomorrow, I thought, as I pedaled my bike home.

The house was empty, of course, with Mom at work, and Sis, my sister Diane, better known as Dee, doing whatever it is she does after school on Mondays. Our parents split a few years back, and Mom's had to work really hard, being a single Mom and all. Dad tries to help, but he got transferred out of town, and then laid off, so the support payments have been deferred.

Up in my room I dumped my books on my desk and flopped on my back on the bed, staring up at the Star Wars poster of Princess Leia that I'd stuck there, the one where she's in her Jabba the Hut slave outfit. I'd wanked off to Carrie Fisher more than once. I wondered what her sex life was like. I knew she'd been married to Paul Simon or someone like that, and had messed herself up with drugs. I'd always felt bad about that.

As I thought back over the day, I realized that while it was really embarrassing, it was exciting, too. I'd never thought much about my body, not the way some guys do, the jocks that are always pumping iron. Getting off my bed, I stripped naked, and ventured out in the hallway a bit nervously, even though I was the only one home.

Standing in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom, I studied my reflection. I've got blond hair and blue eyes, and never have liked my face much - not enough chin, I thought. I'm slender, but my shoulders are broad. Swimming builds good muscles, and my stomach was nice and flat, though I don't have a real six-pack the way the jocks do.

Not much hair, except for a bit of a bush around the base of my cock - reddish blond, and curly of course. After three jack-offs that day, my dick was limp, drooped down over my balls. Nice legs. Again, swimming makes a difference. I was on the team, but it was a winter sport. Unlike the super swimmers, I never got into the shaving bit, so my legs were kind of hairy, but since it was blond it wasn't too gross.

On the whole, it wasn't bad, I guess. I struck a few poses, flexing, and then I heard the door downstairs bang. Shit! Sis was home!

She's only 11, in sixth grade and can be a bit of a pain, but she's a good kid. I sure as hell didn't want her seeing me like this, though! We're a pretty conservative family. I don't think I'd seen her naked in over ten years, and as far as I knew she'd never seen me naked.

As usual she was tromping up the stairs in her latest footwear, clogs I think they were, sounding like a storm trooper. I ducked out of the bathroom and dashed for my room, barely making it and closing the door behind me before she reached the top of the stairs.

"Hi, Bro!" she called as I was fumbling to get dressed again. She rattled the doorknob and I grabbed the first things handy, a pair of loose gym shorts and a tee shirt and yanked them on, not bothering with my underpants.

"Hi!" I greeted her when she stuck her head in.

"Whatcha doing?"

"I'm - uh - gonna be practicing my music," I answered, pulling out my trombone. I'm in the marching band.

"Yuck!" She slammed my door and I heard her door bang shut and knew she'd be going for her CD player and earphones.

I wondered how long it would be before she heard about me cruising the halls naked. News got through the school system pretty fast, even though she wasn't even in middle school yet.

Then I remembered. Marching band. Shit!

Would I be marching up and down the field naked? I quick checked the brochure. Oh shit! It was right there, in black and white. I had to participate in any extracurricular activities in the nude all week. That meant during band practice on Tuesday and Friday, but maybe not the half-time show. The game was on Saturday, so maybe they'd let me wear a uniform for that?

I blew a mournful blat on my trombone, then settled down to warm up, trying to forget my troubles in the music.

Sis and I had dinner cooking by the time Mom got home. As usual, she went up to her room and changed out of her work clothes into something more comfortable. Since it was warm she went with a tee shirt and shorts. The day had made me more body conscious and I studied her secretly as I set the table. She's blond, and still pretty shapely after two kids. She's thirty six - years old, that is - and pretty trim for someone her age.

"So anything interesting happen at school today?" she asked as we sat down to dinner.

"Nothin' special," I mumbled. How can you tell your Mom you've been running around school naked all day? No way, Jose!

"Missy got her period," Sis announced. Missy was her best friend.

"I don't think we really need to hear that at dinner!" Mom chided.

I hunkered down and concentrated on eating, shooting glances at Sis. She was wearing kind of a tight tee shirt, and I could see she was getting tits. She's blond, too, and cute, with dimples like Beth's. Mom didn't let her date yet, but she could go out with her friends to the mall and movies and stuff.

After dinner I used the excuse of homework to retreat to my room, it being Sis's turn with the dishes. I was trying to concentrate on math, without much success, since I was trying to compute the volume of my own cock, when there was a soft tap on my door. "Come in," I called.

"Hi." It was Mom, unusually shy. She and I get along pretty well, really. I grumble at chores sometimes, but we work it out. I do try to understand how hard the divorce has been on her. "Can I come in?"

"Sure." Flipping over the papers with a diagram of my dick on them, I swiveled my desk chair around as she paced nervously, picking up a pair of dirty socks and fiddling with them, before closing the door.

That was something new. I tensed.

"I - are you sure nothing special happened at school today?" she asked nervously.

"Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know ... I don't want to intrude, you know that. But if there's something you'd like to talk about..."

I'm not dumb. I suspected she knew, though how she'd know I couldn't figure out, unless... "You mean, something like was I walking around the school naked but for my shoes and socks?"

She turned pink, looked down at the socks she was twisting in her hands and nodded.

"You knew?! Why didn't you warn me?!"

"I didn't know. Not for sure. And if I had warned you, would you have gone to school today?"

I thought this over. "Probably not. But how did you know?"

"I didn't know for sure you'd be chosen," she explained nervously. "But - I did sign you up for it."

"You WHAT?! Mom, how COULD you?!"

"Sshh. Keep your voice down!" she cautioned. Then she held a finger to her lips, tip toed to the door and jerked it open. Sis almost fell into the room.

"I was just... ," Sis stammered, blushing furiously. One of her less charming traits was a habit of eavesdropping.

"Take these and put them in the hamper," Mom ordered firmly. "And then get to your homework, young lady."

"But I want to hear about..."

"This is not for your ears, young lady. Now scoot!" Mom emphasized the point by giving Sis an affectionate swat on the butt that sent her on her way. "And close your door. I'll talk with you in a minute."

"Gee whiz." Sis stomped off, and Mom watched until I heard my sister's door close, presumably behind her.

Mom didn't close the door all the way this time. She paced. "Please, hear me out. I signed you up for it. I did it for you."

I admit it, I was more than a bit pissed. I sulked.

"You know how hard it is for me to talk about -- about sex," she stammered. "And, well, you seem kind of inhibited."

I didn't say a word, not wanting to admit she was right.

"I mean, you don't date much, and, well ... it just seemed to me that this was a good program for you. I -- do you understand? I heard about the program, and its goals and it just seemed the right thing, to give you a more healthy knowledge of the differences between men and women, and sexuality, and..." Her voice trailed off.

I was twisting a pencil between my fingers, thinking this over. Reluctantly, I nodded, because I knew she was right. I was inhibited. I didn't date, unless the movie with Beth counted. Women were a mystery to me, and sex was, well, not something I was comfortable talking about. For example, I knew some guys in school that used to get together for a circle jerk, but it wasn't anything I'd ever done.

Now I'd jerked off in front of the whole class - three times in one day!

I tossed the pencil over my shoulder, heard it clatter off the computer monitor and rattle on the blotter. "Yeah," I admitted unhappily. "I understand."

"Would you like to talk about it at all?" she ventured cautiously.

"What's to talk about. I took off all my clothes and went to class," I answered.

"Was it embarrassing?" she probed. "I'm sorry, but part of the program is for me, too. I'm supposed to talk about it with you, for both of us."

"Of course it was!"

"Did you - get aroused?" she asked.

I had the feeling she was working her way down an interview that she'd memorized or something.

"Yeah," I admitted.

"You got an erection."

"I got a hardon like an iron bar," I grumped, feeling self-conscious as I felt my dick stiffening just from the memory of it. I shifted nervously in my chair.

"Did you - uh - get relief, somehow? Otherwise, I hear, you might be pretty uncomfortable."

"I jerked off in front of three classes, is that what you want to know?"

I looked up at her. She licked her lips nervously. She was flushed. "Uh, yes. Uhm, do you have any questions I might be able to answer?"

"Like about sex?"

She flushed brighter. "Or about the program."

"Uh, well, I'm wondering where it goes from here. I mean, do I have to do more than walk around school naked?"

"And respond to your teachers' and schoolmates' requests, you mean."

"Uh, yeah, that, too," I agreed, thinking I was glad I didn't take biology this term.

"Well, it really depends you," she answered warily. "You know, for example, you can ask for help when you ... masturbate."

"Jeez! I couldn't do that! It's hard enough to just do it myself with everyone watching!"

"Well, if that's the way you feel about it, that's all right," she assured me. "But, like, if you know a girl that might want to help - or even a teacher, you can ask, you know."

I thought this over. I thought of asking Beth to jack me off and my cock lurched upwards in my pants, making me squirm uncomfortably. I saw Mom glance at my lap and tried to cross my legs to hide the bulge. The head of my dick was threatening to poke out through the leg hole of my gym shorts!

"And you don't have to confine it just to school," she added. "They've changed the laws about indecent exposure, exempting boys under the age of twenty one from them."

"I didn't know that! You mean I could go naked on the streets, if I wanted to?!"

She nodded. "It's in the brochure they gave you. There are going to be a lot of changes as the program advances and more students have taken part in it," Mom went on.

"What about if I want to go around naked at home?" I knew I was testing the limits.

"Uh, well, uhm, I - well, according to the brochure, the idea is to promote openness, and it says I should - uh - encourage you in every environment."

"But what about Sis?"

"I'll talk to your sister and explain what is going on, prepare her for it. If you think you might want to do it, that is. They're going to include middle school in the program next year, so she'll be eligible to take part in it then."

I thought this over. Walking around naked at home wasn't exactly a new thing for me. When I'd been about thirteen I'd done it a few times, when everyone was out, of course. It had been fun - exciting. I'd had a hardon, of course, and I'd jerked off. I'd even wandered out in the back yard, thrilled at the thought that someone might see me, terrified and excited all at once.

"Uh - well, maybe. You'd better talk to Sis about it anyway, because she's sure to hear about it from someone at school tomorrow. Missy's brother is in one of my classes, and I think the sister of another of her friends is in my Civics class. That was one of the classes I jerked off in," I admitted.

"All right, I will," Mom agreed, getting to her feet, looking relieved and a little tense at the same time. "But for tonight, I think it would be better if you didn't - ah - let it all hang out, if you know what I mean. Give me time to get her accustomed to the idea."

"Okay." It made sense, but I couldn't help wondering about Mom. There was something almost like eagerness in her expression as she headed for the door. "Leave the door open, it's okay," I assured her as she went out.

I heard her knock on Sis's door, heard it close behind her. A few moments later there was a shriek out of Sis that practically shattered my computer monitor. Then there was silence and I fought the urge to go and listen at Sis's door the way she had at mine.

Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice said in Wonderland. It was going to be a really weird week. I picked up the brochure about the program and dug into it more. I didn't have to do any of these other things, according to the rules. But I could if I wanted to. And somehow I knew I'd probably want to.

I thought again of Beth doing me, and scratched at my rigid dick through my shorts. I wonder if she'd be willing to do it.

Nah. Not a chance. She was more shy than I am. Besides, we hadn't even kissed on our date, after all.



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Chapter 4


Tuesday Morning

The next morning, as I was leaving for school, Mom gave me a hug, something she hadn't done in years - well, ok, I'd made her stop a couple years ago. I thought I had outgrown them.

It felt good.

I left early, hoping to get there before anyone else so I could at least strip in peace, but the closer I got to school the slower I pedaled, dreading the moment I'd have to take off all my clothes.

And with good reason, it turned out. After locking my bike in the rack I went around to the south entrance, where I'd found my clothes the day before, and there was like a mailbox with a sign on it that said "Boys' Clothes Here." There was a fair gathering already, of girls, nothing but girls. I wondered if Karen and the other chosen girls were facing a similar gauntlet of boys outside the north entrance.

Either the other two boys had beaten me here, or were coming later. No one else to share my shame with. Oh joy.

I put my trombone and books down and started to undress. By the time I was down to my underwear I was flaming red. Trying to keep my back to everyone (it wasn't possible, I was surrounded) I skinned my jockeys down, then sat down on cold, damp grass to put my shoes back on. Bundling everything together, I dropped the clothes in the mailbox, the tip of my already rock-hard cock brushing the cold metal. It was like an electric shock, and I flinched and the girls giggled.

"Hi, Carl," one of them simpered, batting her eyes at me. "Whatcha got there?"

"Looks like a dick to me," another said, "but it's too small."

"You wouldn't think so if you'd seen it next to Freschetti's!" someone else answered with a cackle that brought shrieks of glee from the group. I guess that was supposed to make me feel good.

All I could think was that Freschetti was going to kill me if he ever had the chance.

"It's not how much you have that counts, it's how you use it," a familiar voice put in primly, and Beth pushed her way through the crowd. "Hi, Carl."

"Uh, hi!"

"Oh, and I suppose you'd know?" one of the other girls asked skeptically.

Beth didn't answer, she just tucked her arm into mine and guided me away, smiling secretly, like she really did know.

"Thanks!" I said gratefully. "You - uh - kinda put yourself on the spot, though, didn't you?"

"Maybe," she admitted, giving me an impish look.

"You know I've never - uh - done it," I confessed.

She shrugged. "Neither have I."

"I didn't think you had," I assured her quickly.

She gave my arm a squeeze. "I know. That's one of the things I like about you."

"But now, everyone else is going to think..."

She shrugged again. "Let 'em." Then she looked up at me, that impish smile on her face again. "We could prove 'em right, you know."

Before I could react, she squeezed my arm again, and then let me go and walked away, her pony tail flipping pertly, counter to the sway of her hips while I gaped after her. I hadn't realized she could move like that!

Thanks to this little by-play I took my "relief" in my first period class! I thought, momentarily, of asking for some help, but couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead I pumped my prick a half dozen times and ejected what felt like a quart of cum into the rag offered by Mr. Cranover. At least he didn't use my eruption as a demonstration of ballistics or something, but let me get to my seat, still drooling and wiping.

I wondered if there was a way to measure the viscosity of cum.

French was more of Mademoiselle Duclos using me as a live model for her French anatomy lesson. She didn't just point. She trailed her fingers over my skin; my nipples suddenly became an erogenous zone, my belly, probing my navel even. She brushed them through my pubic hair.

My cock was throbbing in minutes, even though I'd jacked off less than an hour before.

She stroked my butt, made me turn around and bend over even. Then she put her hands on either side and spread my cheeks! Her finger tickled my asshole (oignon from the French for onion) and I damn near came right then and there!

By the time she was done I was at the boiling point. My dick was drooling pre-cum; cold sticky strands flicked down to stick to my thigh as I hurried toward math, already aching.

"You look to be in some distress, Mr. Walker," Miss Gallison, my math teacher observed as I hesitated in the doorway. I looked down, noticing that my cock was practically purple.

"Uh - yes'm," I agreed.

"We'll wait for the rest of the class, if you don't mind," she said in that no-nonsense tone of voice of hers.

I was stepping nervously from one foot to the other, as if I needed to pee really badly, only that wasn't what I needed. I was so horny I would have fucked her if she'd asked me to. Not likely, since her girl friend was a secretary in the school office. "Yes'm."

The last of the class filed in just as the bell rang, and Miss Gallison clapped her hands to bring them to order. I noticed Freschetti glowering at me.

"Mr. Walker has a problem which needs to be remedied before we proceed. Perhaps someone would like to help him?"

Oh JEEZ! I wanted to crawl in a hole, any hole -- dick first, of course, at this point!

Sure enough, up went Beth's hand before anyone else's. Like I think I said, she was always the first to volunteer, but I was a little surprised she did this time. A couple of other girls raised theirs. The guys all seemed to be sitting on theirs, no surprise.

"Mr. Walker?"

I looked at Beth, saw a hopeful look in her sweet brown eyes, and my dick gave a lurch. "Uh, okay. Uh, Beth, please?"

"Will he need to show you how to do it?" Miss Gallison asked Beth as she made her way to the front of the room.

"I don't think so. I saw him do it in French class yesterday," Beth answered, pushing her glasses back up her nose, nibbling on her lower lip nervously, looking very serious.

"Very well, please proceed," Miss Gallison ordered, checking her watch. "You have three minutes, according to my watch."

Beth licked her lips, and her warm, soft hand closed around my throbbing hardon gently, and my dick wept with joy.

"Better get a tissue or something," I warned her.

Reaching in her pocket, she pulled out a lace trimmed hanky. "This will do." She stroked my dork. "Like this?"

"Oh, yeah," I moaned.

She watched intently, the tip of her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth the way it did when she was working a tough calc problem. Her hand moved up and down my blazing cock, making soft, sticky sounds as she smeared the precum between her skin and mine.

In seconds I was right on the brink, and then I was over it, my cock pulsing in her grasp, my knees shaking. She held the hanky to the tip of my spouting prick, catching every hot spurt of my cream in it.

When I was done I was so weak I leaned against Miss Gallison's desk. Beth tenderly wiped my oh-so sensitive dick as it slowly lost its stiffness. "Did I do ok?" she asked sweetly.

I managed to nod. "You did great," I admitted weakly. "Thanks."

The class laughed and applauded, and Beth turned pink. After wiping her hand off she carefully folded up her cum sodden hanky and put it back in her pocket. "Any time!" she assured me, a twinkle in her eye, her dimples deeper than ever as she suppressed a giggle.

"Now that we have that out of the way, let's proceed with the assignment I gave you yesterday," Miss Gallison ordered as Beth and I made our way to our desks. "Who has a solution to the volume of the tip of Mr. Walker's erect penis, based on the assumptions we set out yesterday?"

Sure enough, it was Beth's hand that went up first, but this time Miss Gallison picked Freschetti to come up and put his proof on the board.

By his computations, the tip of my cock alone had a volume of 224 cubic centimeters, making just the head of my hardon almost big enough to fill a measuring cup! It took a while before he figured out he'd misplaced the decimal point.

He was flaming a brighter red than I did at my worst.

Naturally, he cornered me at lunch time. "I oughta cut your dick off, geek!" he threatened.

"Hey, it's not my fault!" I pleaded. I'm not a fighter, never have been. I talked my way out of trouble. "I have nothing to do with it. Believe me, I'd really rather have some pants on."

"I mean this, dork." He stung my dick with a snap of his finger.

"OW! I'm sorry, really! I guess it's genetics or something. I can't help it. And anyway, it doesn't mean anything, really!"

"You can't help it, but I can." He reached in his pocket, like he was going for a knife or something, though I don't see how he could have, since they run us through metal detectors at the doors every day.

"Is there a problem here?" It was Miss Gallison, who'd been monitoring the cafeteria.

Freschetti backed off quickly. The school had a zero tolerance policy on teasing and harassment. "Nothin'."

Miss Gallison looked after him, then glanced down at my half erect cock. "Such a big fuss over such a little bit of gristle," she commented, her normally stern mouth softened by the hint of a smile.

"Yes'm," I agreed humbly. Emboldened, I braved a question. "Uh - you're gay, aren't you?"

"It's no secret," she admitted.

"But, well, how do you feel about boys - men?"

"You mean, do I hate them?" she asked, smiling a bit more. "No, of course not. It's just that this," she stroked my dick gently, "doesn't appeal to me. Oh, my life would probably be simpler if I were heterosexual, but I've come to terms with what I am, and I've been lucky enough to find a community that accepts me, and a partner whom I love, and who loves me. That's what really matters in this world, Mr. Walker - finding someone you can share your life with."

"Yes'm," I agreed, not sure I understood completely, but maybe I would before the week was out, or when I was older.

For a moment she looked bleak. "The world can be a very lonely place, Mr. Walker, without someone to share your joys and sorrows with." She brightened. "As you may already know, or will soon, I suspect. Miss Finch seems to fancy you. She's very sweet, and not my type at all."

"Yes'm." For some reason I felt relieved at this.

"Off to your next period, Mr. Walker, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, Miss Gallison." I hurried off to gym.

We played softball, and it felt really strange to be outside virtually naked. I had to wear a protective cup, but that was all, since I played right field. I always dreaded any hits my direction, but this time there weren't any.

I struck out twice, and then hit my usual line drive to the shortstop. Then it was back in to shower with the girls again. This time a few more of them didn't wrap up and I got to study their different shapes. Some of the girls didn't have any more tit than I did, and one chunky girl, Stephanie, didn't look as bad without clothes as I thought she would. She even got a rise out of my dick as she washed herself, and blushed at the sight of it rising.

I was toweling off my hair when she touched my shoulder. "Uh, I saw Beth - uh - do you in math."

"Yeah."

"Would you like - do you need... ?"

"Relief? Uh - well, I'm not allowed to, right now." My dick was only half-hard anyway, but rising to the occasion from her interest.

"Oh." She seemed disappointed.

"But you can touch me, if you want," I assured her suddenly, wondering what was getting into me. I noticed her nipples were stiffening.

"Can I?" She didn't wait for an answer, but gently curled her hand around my dick as it swelled and stiffened even further. "It's so hot, and getting hard!"

"Yeah." Emboldened, I reached up and gently touched her nipple with my fingertips.

"Oh!" She flinched and I jerked my hand back.

"Sorry," I apologized quickly.

"That's all right! It's just that I didn't expect it." Turning pink, she quickly let go of my cock. "We'd better get dressed."

I grinned at her. "You'd better get dressed," I corrected. "I only need to put on my shoes and socks."

"Oh, yeah." She blushed prettily. She was kind of fat, but really cute, I decided. Not as cute as Beth, though. "See you around."

"See you around," I agreed, finishing toweling off.



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Chapter 5


Tuesday Afternoon

Maybe it was playing softball outside, or maybe it was Stephanie's attention in the shower, or maybe Beth jacking me off, but I was somehow more comfortable as I made my way to my next class.

I was very conscious of the touch of air all over my naked body, which I hadn't been before. It felt good. I sought the word I wanted, mentally working on my journal for Mr. Turner - it felt really sensuous. This had to be what sensuous was. It was like every nerve ending was wide awake. My flesh felt incredibly alive.

I knew my nipples were stiff, and my cock was throbbing again.

"Ah, Mr. Walker," Miss Mitchell, the vice principal who'd made me strip greeted me. "How are you doing today?"

"Oh, good afternoon, Miss Mitchell," I answered politely. "Better, thank you."

"You seem much more at ease this afternoon," she observed.

"Yes'm, I guess I am." I glanced down at myself, pinking up at the sight of my hardon pointing at her lewdly. "It's still pretty embarrassing. I wish I didn't get like this so easily." I gestured at my rigid dick.

She actually smiled slightly. "I find it rather flattering, actually."

"Oh! Uhm, sorr - I mean - oh," I stammered.

"If you want to get to your next class in time for some relief, Mr. Walker, you'd best hurry."

For a moment I thought about asking her to do it then and there, but decided not to and hurried away to Civics.

Mrs. Jacobs glanced at the clock as I entered the room, one of the last, just before the bell rang. "Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Walker."

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Jacobs." I hesitated. She was gray haired, with sharp blue eyes behind bifocals. She'd been teaching here practically forever. A twinge from my steaming balls decided me. "I - ah - think I'd better take some relief."

She pursed her lips. "Indeed? Very well. Did you want assistance?"

I glanced around. A half a dozen girl's hands went up, and one guy'?! It was Phil Burton!! My eye skipped past him quickly and lighted on Marilyn Beaverton. She was smirking knowingly as she held her hand up, not eagerly but languidly. She licked her lips, giving me a heavy lidded look.

"Uh, Marilyn?" I asked. She had a rep around school. I'd overheard one guy say she'd go down for a wooden nickel and give four cents change back. I figured it would be easier for the girl, and maybe me, if it was someone experienced.

She bounced her way up from her seat. She wore skirts as short and sweaters as tight as she could get away with under the dress code, and her nipples were always poking out - boob ends showing, some guys called it, others called it "high beams." She was blond, with blue eyes, and a body that would give the Pope a hardon.

She smiled at me, and her tongue danced along her luscious lips teasingly. "Look Ma, no hands," she whispered softly, grinning, her eyes flashing. I gaped as she deliberately put her hands behind her back, and sank slowly to her knees in front of me. There was a gasp throughout the room.

"Oh, my goodness!" Mrs. Jacobs dropped into her chair, looking like she was about to faint.

"There's nothing in the rules about how I do it, is there?" Marilyn asked innocently.

Then, while Mrs. Jacobs leafed desperately through the brochure, Marilyn leaned forward. Her tongue flicked out and touched just the very tip of my dick, catching the thick, clear drop of pre-cum that was about to fall.

I didn't remember what the rules said, and at that point I didn't care. "Aahhhhh!" Without meaning to, I sighed, as her soft, warm lips closed around the head of my cock. I had to steady myself with one hand on the desk.

Her tongue stroked the underside of my hardon, stroked that oh-so sensitive spot just behind the head, like hot velvet, and I felt my prick ooze a stinging, ecstatic wave of hot seepings.

"Mmmmmmmm," Marilyn purred, smacking her lips. "Delicious," she added, before closing her mouth on my cock once again.

"Oh God," I whispered.

She leaned forward, and I watched my prick slowly vanish in her mouth, her lips, bright red with lipstick, sliding along its throbbing length. Half my cock was engulfed by her warm mouth.

The whole classroom seemed to be holding its breath.

She drew back, sucking gently, then slid forward again, deeper, and it was all I could do to keep from passing out with pleasure.

Out, in, she moved a little faster, took me a little deeper with each stroke. I felt my cock head strike the back of her throat, felt her throat work, and take me deeper.

Holy shit! She was deep throating me. I watched as she buried her nose in my pubic hair.

One more stroke and I was over the edge. She must have felt my cock pulsate, and shoved forward, the last bit of my prick vanishing, and I began to unload straight down her throat.

Pulse, pulse, pulse, my groin convulsed as I poured wave after wave of cum into her mouth. Marilyn took it all, backing off at last, her nostrils flaring as she drew in a breath, catching the last few spurts on her tongue. The gentle touch of her fingers on my balls made my groin wring itself dry with a final ecstatic spasm.

When I was finally done erupting, she eased off, spat out my already softening dick, rolled the last drizzle of cum in her mouth around on her tongue with obvious relish, and swallowed it.

"Ooops!" She giggled, using her finger to capture a little dribble that had escaped to trickle down her chin, and licked her finger clean.

Then she carefully used her mouth to clean off my cock one last time.

When she held her hand up, what could I do but help her to her feet?

The class burst into applause, and she curtsied daintily before jiggling her way back to her seat.

Mrs. Jacobs was sagging weakly in her chair, fanning herself with the brochure before tossing it aside and polishing the steam off her bifocals with a tissue.

I felt like I'd had the stuffings sucked out of me. I'd been Hoovered! My legs were rubbery as I made my way to my seat.

"Well, now!" Mrs. Jacobs began. "I think this would be a good time to discuss the factors which led to the development of this program which Mr. Walker is participating in. Perhaps we should begin by listing those factors."

She went to the whiteboard, and began to scrawl shakily as the class volunteered their ideas. I just sat there and tried to catch my breath.

After that little episode, I thought anything else that happened that day would be an anticlimax (pun intentional, and thank you, Mr. Turner for teaching me that word), but I was wrong.

Oh, band practice wasn't quite as memorable, but it did have its moments. You've got to admit, marching around an athletic field wearing nothing but shoes and socks while blowing a trombone ranks right up there on the "strange" scale.

Mr. Peters accepted the situation without comment. I still wasn't clear whether I'd be wearing my uniform on Saturday or not, but I was afraid to ask, frankly.

Or was I? I was getting a bit more comfortable with being naked in front of all these people. The thought of parading around in the nude at halftime was certainly intimidating. But it was exciting - well, arousing is more accurate - as well.

Then we were into practice and I didn't have time to think of anything else. You try marching and blowing through about twenty feet of brass tubing, trying to make meaningful sounds, and see how much day dreaming you can do!

There was a light wind blowing, it was about 75 degrees, I guess, and the sun was bright. In spite of having to concentrate on what I was doing, I was intensely aware of being naked as the breeze stroked my skin. The sun was hot on me, too. The only word for it was sensuous, believe me.

Then, at the end of practice, Mr. Peters threw me a real curve.

There we were in ranks, and Mr. Peters called me out. "Mr. Walker, front and center, please."

Wondering what I'd done wrong, I slipped through the files from my usual place in the middle of the second row from the back. "Yessir?" I asked, suddenly a bit more self-conscious at being singled out and standing with the whole band looking at me, all pink and white and tan.

"You have the honor of dotting the 'I' this Saturday!" he announced.

Well, it was supposed to be an honor. We usually open our halftime show by filing on to the field and forming the school name, Central High, in script. There's one musician selected to dot the "i" in "High." Mr. Peters selects the player he thinks has deserved the honor most, by whatever criteria he uses - I've never quite figured out what it is.

Anyway, that player is supposed to march in his or her usual place in the file, and then at the top of the loop of the "l" in "Central" he marches straight off alone while the rest of the band circles around to start the "High" below the "Central." He then wanders around sort of at random as if lost. As we near the end of the maneuver he looks around frantically, then runs a circle around the whole formation before finding his place at the top of the "i" just as the last beat comes down on the school fight song.

"Me, sir?" Damn, my voice cracked!

"You're 'it, ' Mr. Walker. Any problem with that?"

I thought furiously. Surely they wouldn't want me to do that in the nude! "Uh, no sir, I guess not." I'd never done it before, but we all knew the routine well enough. It was all a matter of timing, was all.

"Very good!" He slapped me on the butt! "Back in place, Mr. Walker."

I slipped back through the ranks, Stephanie, who played a crackerjack flute, giving me a wink and a smile, reaching out to brush my cock with her fingers as I passed her, much to my surprise.

I was still mulling over the honor, and my butt was still stinging from Mr. Peters's slap when he dismissed us for the day.

I hurried to get my trombone in its case and get to my clothes. After strapping my trombone to the bike, wishing, as I always did, that I played trumpet instead, I pedaled homeward. A carload of senior girls cruised past me with a bunch of cheery greetings, waves and one wolf whistle.

If nothing else, I was acquiring some popularity!

I walked in to find Sis already in the kitchen, scarfing down cookies and milk. Apparently she either didn't have some extra curricular something, or they gave her time off for good behavior.

"How was school?" she asked uncustomarily.

"Okay," I answered, my head in the fridge as I sought the milk.

"It's on the counter," she pointed out. "Cookie?"

"Yeah."

"You're welcome," she responded sarcastically.

"Uh, I'm sorry, thanks," I mumbled around a cookie.

"What's it like, going around school naked?"

I wasn't sure I wanted to talk about it with her, but decided it had to be done, sooner or later. I dropped into the chair across from her, dunking a cookie in my milk. "Embarrassing," I admitted.

"I heard you got hard," she observed.

"Guys do that, when they get sexually excited," I explained.

"So's they can get their penis inside the girl," she said. "I learned about that in sex ed last year."

"Last year?! You're only eleven!"

She made a face. "I know some girls my age who've already lost their cherries."

"Oh. I guess you start younger than I did."

"Not ME!" she protested. "Jeepers!"

"I didn't mean you YOU," I assured her. "I mean your generation."

She giggled. "I'm only four years younger than you."

"Four years is a long time," I mumbled.

"Yeah, I guess so," she agreed, "more than a third of my life, more than a quarter of yours." She drank some milk and licked off the mustache it gave her. "Uh - Mom said you might go naked around the house sometime."

"I don't know." I was blushing again, both embarrassed and aroused at the thought.

"I wouldn't mind if you did," Sis went on. "It might even be a good thing."

"Oh? And just how is that, Squirt?" I asked wryly.

"Well, I mean, I'd like, maybe, get used to what a naked boy looks like," she pointed out. "Mom said she was really shocked the first time she saw a guy naked with a...

"Hardon?" I asked.

"Yeah. It'd kinda get me used the idea of having something like that put in me," she explained. "When I do decide to have sex, I mean."

I thought this over. "I suppose it might."

"So. Will you?"

"Will I what?" I asked.

"Get naked," she explained like I was being stupid or something, which I guess I was.

"Right now?!"

She picked up her glass and took it to the sink. "It's as good a time as any," she pointed out. "Done with the milk?"

I shoved it in her direction, my hand shaking. She picked it up, almost dropped it and put her other hand under it as she carried it to the refrigerator.

"I'm going to my room," I mumbled, fleeing as she wet a sponge and mopped the cookie crumbs off the table.

My own sister was giving me a hardon!

Up in my room, I paced. I was suddenly very aware of my clothes, how they constricted me, smothered me. My dick was trying to stiffen, knotted over by my shorts and jeans. My shirt felt tight under my armpits.

Hell, it wouldn't hurt to be naked in my room, at least, would it?

My hands were shaking as I unfastened my belt. Then I had to sit down to take off my shoes before I could get my pants down. I shucked off my socks at the same time, and stood up again.

Draping my jeans over a chair, I unbuttoned my shirt, practically tore it off.

My dick tented out my jockeys.

I stretched, like a cat, one of those long, crackling, work-every-muscle-to-the-limit stretches that leaves you feeling like your whole skeleton has about separated at the joints and you're about to fall in a heap of disconnected bones.

Then I skinned my shorts down and off. My cock stood out stiffly, and I shivered at the touch of the air all over my body. I wasn't cold. I just felt so alive!

I turned to get to my homework, and only then realized that I'd left my books and my trombone downstairs.



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Chapter 6


Tuesday Evening

I looked at my clothes distastefully. The thought of smothering my body in them was repulsive.

Besides, she'd asked for it, hadn't she?

I opened my door and stepped out into the hall, feeling every stray current of air that brushed my bare skin. I looked toward her room, thinking maybe Sis was already in there, doing her homework, but her door was wide open, which meant she was probably still down stairs.

Taking a deep breath, tingling all over, I started down, my hardon swaying heavily with every step.

"Oh!" Sis appeared at the bottom of the stairs from the direction of the kitchen, and froze like a statue. Her eyebrows went up and her jaw dropped.

"I - uh - forgot my books," I stammered. Her eyes darted this way and that, flicking back to me, then scampering aside.

I stood on the stairs, about six steps up, one foot on the next step down from the other, hand on the railing. I was that aware of how I was standing! "It's okay to look. I've been stared at by at least half the school at this point," I reminded her.

She was blushing. "Oh, okay - uh - sorry. Your staff - uh, stuff - is in the kitchen."

Ignoring her Freudian slip, I advanced down the stairs. "Thanks."

Then I had to stop, because she was still blocking the bottom of the stairs.

"Sorry," she apologized again, getting out of the way.

"It's okay, squirt," I assured her, turning toward the kitchen. She was still at the bottom of the stairs when I came back with my books and trombone. "If you've got any questions, I'll be in my room."

A few minutes later there was a timid tap on my door. I blanked my computer screen - a chick in a bathing suit danced on the monitor.

Thinking maybe I should get rid of that screen saver, I swiveled around, my cock standing up from my lap. "Come in."

"Uh - hi," she greeted me timidly, advancing warily. "Uh - you said if I had any questions."

I stretched, folding my hands behind my head, leaning back in my chair, crossing my ankles, my hardon flopped up on my belly. "Ask away."

"I didn't realize it was so big!" she observed, staring unabashedly now.

I shrugged. "Some are bigger, some are smaller." I'd been doing some research on the Internet. "I guess I'm about average, from what I've found out."

"What does it feel like?"

"You can touch it, if you want," I offered.

"NO! I mean, what does it feel like to - have that thing hanging down there?"

I looked down. "It's not exactly hanging, right now," I pointed out.

"Uh - no, but I mean, when you're standing up."

I pondered this. "I don't know. It's just sort of there. How aware of you of, say, your nose? Anyway, it's not usually hard, you know."

"You're excited," she pointed out. "By me."

"Don't flatter yourself, squirt," I said teasingly. "At my age, I can get a hardon for no reason at all. It can be really embarrassing when it happens in class. Or, at least it used to be embarrassing," I corrected. "Now I just ask for relief."

"Relief?"

So I explained how having a hardon for a long time can start to hurt. "So I can masturbate during the first five minutes of class if I want to, which I do, if I've been hard for long."

"In front of the class?"

I nodded. "You've heard?"

She nodded, still staring at my dick. "But I didn't believe it."

"Believe it."

"You said I can touch it?"

I nodded. "If you want."

She started to reach for me, and then hesitated. "Maybe later," she said, blushing. "Uh - it's your turn to do dinner, remember."

"Yeah. Are you done? I've got work to do."

"Oh, yeah, sorry." She backed out, still staring.

I kicked the door closed behind her and turned back to my computer. I managed to concentrate on my physics homework enough that my hardon faded away.

It was back, though, when I was setting the table and getting dinner ready. I wondered how Mom was going to take this new development in my progress.

"Oh!"

"Hi, Mom, how was work?" I asked, watching her expressions shift from surprise to curiosity to - something I couldn't quite read - to carefully schooled calm.

"Hi yourself," she responded a little stiffly. "I see you've - uh - taken the next step."

I looked down at myself. "I guess you could say so."

"How did your sister take it?"

I shrugged. "Okay, I guess. She had a few questions. You might ask her how she feels about it. Dinner will be ready in half an hour."

"Okay, thanks." She was obviously working very hard to make everything seem very normal. "I'm going upstairs to change. Would you pour me a glass of wine, please, and put a couple of ice cubes in it?"

"Sure." I reached for a glass for her.

She hesitated in the doorway. "And, uh, could you maybe dress for dinner? I'm not sure we're ready for your full display while we eat."

I laughed. "Sure. You want me to put something on now?"

"No, no, that's okay," she gave a wave and disappeared.

A few minutes later she was back to claim her drink. "Thanks, honey." She touched my bare waist as she reached past me for her glass, then seemed to jerk her hand away.

"You're welcome." I was tingling from her touch. Skin to skin contact in those areas wasn't something I was used to, and I wondered if I ever would be. I had the feeling she wasn't comfortable with it, either.

I threw on my gym shorts and a tee shirt for dinner, but even that felt restrictive.

"Can I go naked around the house, too?" Dee suddenly asked as we neared the end of supper. I'd told them how it had felt to walk around naked, since they seemed to want to know.

What felt weird, I admitted, was to be the only one naked in a crowd of people. It made me feel - "Exposed" just went without saying. I decided vulnerable was the best word...

"Do you want to go around the house naked?" Mom asked, managing to sound pretty calm about the whole thing.

"I don't know," Sis admitted. "But it might make Carl more comfortable, think of that. Anyway, if I decide I'd like to try it, can I?"

Mom mulled this over, while my dick, which had gone down once I'd dragged on my shorts, responded in its usual perverse way, swelling and growing like it wanted to craw out of the leg of my shorts to check on what was going on.

"I suppose so," Mom agreed at last. "You're likely to be picked to do it around school sometime next year anyway."

"Oh!" My sister sounded surprised, and worried. She looked nervously down at herself. She was wearing a cut off tee shirt and shorts herself, and I realized she was getting a bit of shape. "Oh," she said musingly. "Yeah, I might, I guess."

Trying to will my dick down, I began to clear the table. "I'll do the dishes tonight. I'm pretty much done with my homework. Can I get out of these clothes now?" I asked.

"If you like," Mom agreed, sounding a little stressed. "I've got some work to do, so I'll be upstairs. Is your homework done, Dee?"

"No." My sister sighed wearily.

"No TV until it's done," Mom reminded her.

"Yes'm."

After things were cleaned up and homework was done we all settled down to some TV, with Mom and Sis both trying to seem like everything was normal.

I couldn't help looking at Sis, wondering what she would look like naked. Did she have tits yet? Or pubic hair?

My dick stayed hard until I was up in my room, dealing with some e-mail, when it went down again. There was a rap at the door and Mom came in.

Up periscope!

"Don't stay up too late," she cautioned.

"I won't."

Then she really startled me by coming up behind me and putting her hands on my shoulders. Then she slid them down my chest, hugging me, resting her chin on my head, my neck nestling back in the valley between her breasts. Her hands were only a few inches from my still stiff dick. She kissed the top of my head. "You're very brave," she observed softly.

I felt myself flushing. "Thanks."

With a squeeze, she released me, and her fingers actually brushed the head of my cock. "Good night. Sleep well."

"You, too," I responded, my whole body tingling.



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Chapter 7


Wednesday Morning

The next morning, standing there in my room after my shower, I looked at the school clothes I'd set out, wondering what I'd been thinking of. There they were; underwear, socks, white short sleeved shirt, khaki pants today, instead of jeans.

Why in the world had I bothered? Once I got to the school door they all had to come off.

Then I heard Mom calling me to breakfast, and reached for my underpants - and dropped them. I'd deal with the clothes problem after I ate. I trotted downstairs naked, my dick flopping about as I entered the kitchen.

"Ouch!" mom yelped.

The chair at the kitchen table was cold under my butt. "You okay, Mom?"

She was running cold water over her hand. "Oh, I just burned myself. Nothing serious," she assured me. "You startled me! I didn't expect to see you - like that!"

"Is it okay?" I asked, reaching for some toast. "I was going to dress after breakfast."

"It's okay. You just startled me. It's going to take awhile for me to get used to this."

"Sorry," I apologized through a mouth of toast, starting to get up. "I'll go..."

"No!" she answered a little sharply. "No, don't. I need to get used to it." She nibbled her lip. "This program is for all of us."

"Good morning!" Sis greeted us cheerily. "Nice outfit," she teased me. She was kind of dolled up this morning - white blouse, nice skirt, knee socks, a pretty bow in her hair and even a touch of lipstick, which was rare.

I winked at Mom. Sis seemed to take my nudity in stride this morning. "You look nice yourself," I complimented her. "What's the occasion?"

She shrugged. "Nothing special. I just felt like it."

"Drink your juice," Mom ordered, dishing out the scrambled eggs. "And eat up, both of you, or you're going to be late. As will I if I don't get out of here right now." She shoveled down her breakfast, gave us each a hug and peck and gathered up her things and was gone like a whirlwind.

Sis and I ate in silence for a few minutes, neither of us being morning people. Then a horn honked outside.

"There's my bus! Shit!" She scrambled for her books.

"Where's your quarter?" I asked. Mom's real strict about bad language. When one of us says the "s" word or the "f" word we have to drop a quarter in a jar on the counter. I think she'd contributed as much as Dee and I had lately. Pretty soon we'd have enough to go to the movies.

"I'll pay this afternoon." Sis gave me a quick peck on the cheek, her hand hot on my thigh as she leaned on it. "Better hurry!"

I checked the clock. "I've got time. See you this afternoon."

Silence fell and I took a deep breath, then shuttled the dishes to the sink before hurrying upstairs.

One look at all those clothes and I shook my head, knowing I was going to have to pedal like hell as it was. I practically jumped into my gym shorts (no underpants - why bother?) and threw on a tee shirt. Socks and loafers completed the process of dressing for school. My pencils, house key and stuff went in my book bag. Then I was out the door and on my bike.

As I swooped down the driveway and out on the street I felt air blowing up the open legs of my shorts, swirling around my dick and balls. My cock began to swell from the unfamiliar sensation.

The faster I pedaled, the more my dick grew, encouraged by the wind and the friction of its unfettered motion against my thigh and shorts. I glanced down; it was like a rod against my thigh, the head creeping downward with every pump of the pedals. By the time I was half a block from school the head was sticking out, catching the wind.

I leaped off my bike, slammed it into the rack and locked it, then took off around the building to where I was supposed to undress, hoping the girls had gone in already.

Oh, man. There was a mob! And there were the cheerleaders! In uniform, pompoms and all! And Peggy Schwartz, with her camera, to take pictures!

They burst into a cheer the moment they saw me, doing their little dance and pomming their poms, or whatever that is they do with them.

"Yay Carl! He's our man! If he can't do it, no one can!"

Blushing furiously, I skidded to a stop by the box.

"Better hurry, Carl, or you'll be late," Peggy urged, snapping pictures.

"C'mon, guys!" I pleaded as the cheerleaders shook their butts at me in one of their routines. Then they whirled around and leaped into the air, and I swear, two of them weren't wearing panties!

"Remember the rules, Carl," Peggy reminded me. "And try to smile!"

I shook my head, beaten. She was right. And anyway, she was such a perky little button, it wasn't possible to get mad at her. I dropped my book bag and started to peel off my T shirt.

"Yah dah dah, dah da da daaah. Yah dah dah, da da da dahh," the cheerleaders trumpeted, the old tune from that movie "The Stripper." They danced and waved their pompoms in time to the music.

So, I wiggled, and squirmed like I thought maybe a stripper would wiggle and squirm, peeling the shirt off and whirling it over my head while Peggy snapped pictures. I tried to flip it over her camera lens, but she dodged and went right on snapping as I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my shorts.

There wasn't any secret about what I had inside them. My hardon was like a tent pole. Dragging the shorts down, I let my cock spring free. I was able to step right out of them without taking my shoes off.

"No underwear!" the cheerleaders shrieked. "Yay, Carl!"

"There it is ladies!" Daringly, I wrapped my hand around my dork and waggled it at them, twirling my shorts on my other hand.

You would have thought a rock star had shown up the way the girls screamed.

Then the bell rang and I had to head inside, much to my relief, pursued by the cheerleaders and Peggy, still snapping pictures. When I stopped at my locker I think half the girls going by took the opportunity to smack my bare ass as they scampered past. By the time they were done I felt like I had a sunburn back there, and a hardon ready to explode.

Then it was Freschetti crowding me, practically shoving me into my locker. The steel door was like ice against my already heated tail and I let out a whoop.

"You and me, dork. Behind the equipment shed. Three o'clock."

"I've got science club," I pleaded, trying to squirm away and failing.

"Three o'clock, dork," he repeated ominously, leaning closer.

"Mr. Freschetti." Miss Mitchell's voice was as cold and hard as the steel door of the locker trying to wedge its way up the crack of my ass.

"Shit!" Freschetti muttered, backing off.

"I'm pleased to see you taking such an interest in Mr. Walker's project," Miss Mitchell went on. "Perhaps you'd like to join him? Don't hurry away, Mr. Walker."

I froze.

"Has he been bothering you, Mr. Walker?"

"Uh, no Miss Mitchell," I lied, sweating, not about to rat on this gorilla, no matter what.

"Hmmm." Obviously she didn't believe me, but decided not to challenge me on it. "If there should be the slightest incident of harassment from you, Mr. Freschetti, you will join Mr. Walker in dispensing with clothes for the rest of this week, and all of next week."

"Yes'm," he agreed meekly.

"And, if you are not suspended, you will be forced to play in Saturday's game wearing only your protective garments. Is that clear, Mr. Freschetti?"

He blanched. "Yes'm."

"Now, get to class before you're later than you already are." She watched him hurry away and then turned to me. "Are you sure he's not been bothering you?"

"Yes'm," I insisted.

"Hmmm," she murmured again, looking down at me. All my apparatus looked like it was trying to crawl up inside me for safety. "It's amazing what fear can reduce a man to." She reached down and stroked my terror shriveled penis and it sprang to attention.

She stroked its underside again, slowly, and it wept with joy. "Please stop by my office during lunch, Mr. Walker."

"Yes'm."

Then she turned business-like. "And, if there is any more trouble with Mr. Freschetti or any of his associates, I want you to tell me about it immediately. That, too, is part of the program, remember. Harassment of any kind will not be tolerated."

"Yes'm," I agreed dutifully, turning to go, hoping it wouldn't come up.

"You're doing well, Mr. Walker. Keep it up," she called after me.

Keep it up? I couldn't manage to keep it down! "Yes'm," I answered, hurrying away, wondering what lunch time at her office would bring.

I found out shortly after knocking on her office door and being invited in, closing it behind me at her request. She was in "severe" mode, by the looks of it. Her starched blouse barely bent over her small breasts.

She studied me, from head to toe, and I felt a blush rising. As usual, I had a hardon, though not one of the hardest.

She drummed her fingers on her big, polished desk. "I have a problem, Mr. Walker."

"Yes'm?"

"You have not been truthful with me," she went on.

I prickled with sweat at the accusation. Lying was a clause in the school honor code that had stiff penalties.

"I know that this morning was not the first encounter you have had with Mr. Freschetti. Miss Gallison reported an incident outside the lunchroom between the two of you yesterday."

"It wasn't anything," I argued.

"He threatened you," Miss Mitchell answered bluntly. "Then, again this morning, he was threatening you. Wasn't he, Mr. Walker?"

I hung my head. "Yes'm," I admitted miserably. "But..."

"You lied to me, didn't you, Mr. Walker?"

"Yes'm." I nodded.

Her fingers drummed on the desktop. "I understand your motives, Mr. Walker. I was young once, too, you know. I know what peer pressure can be like. You were afraid of retaliation, of ostracism if you tattled on him, weren't you?"

"Yes'm." What could I say? Freschetti or someone of his gang, most of them football jocks, would have pounded me if I'd ratted him out. To say nothing of how the rest of the school would have reacted to having our best halfback benched.

"Never-the-less, that does not mitigate your violation of the Honor Code, Mr. Walker."

"No'm," I agreed, waiting for the ax to fall.

"You present me with a difficult choice, Mr. Walker. Normally, that would be cause for immediate, summary suspension, would it not?"

"Yes'm."

"But that would interrupt your academics, and disrupt the program you are currently engaged in as well," she pointed out "I would regret that happening, and we'd have to start all over again next week, as well."

I thought of another week of nudity and shivered. I mean, yeah, I was getting kind of used to it, but still, it wasn't something I was anxious to carry on any longer than I had to.

"So, I want to propose an alternative."

I perked up. "Yes'm?"

"Corporal punishment."

"Corporal punishment?"

"A spanking, Mr. Walker."

"A ... spanking?" My voice cracked.

"A spanking." She was silent a moment. "It's your choice," she added.

I gulped, weighing the alternatives. I could endure another week of walking the halls and taking classes naked, or get my butt tanned by Miss Mitchell. I am not big on pain. On the other hand, something about a spanking - I felt my dick stiffen at the though of bending over Miss Mitchell's lap, of her hand smacking my bare ass.

Besides, it would only hurt for a few minutes.

"Uh, I guess the spanking," I answered reluctantly.

Was there a twinkle in her eye? A flush on her cheek? "As you wish, Mr. Walker." Opening a drawer on her desk, she pulled out a ping pong paddle! "This way, please," she ordered, rounding her desk and heading for the door.

Then I remembered. Paddlings were given in public!

Numb, I followed her out the door, into the halls crowded with students heading away from the lunchroom. At her order, I bent over, resting my hands on my knees. I didn't need to look. I could sense the crowd gathering.

"Mr. Walker lied to a faculty member," Miss Mitchell announced clearly. "The penalty he has chosen is corporal punishment, six strokes with the paddle."

The first one landed on the right cheek of my ass and I almost fell on my face as my butt burst into flame. Already it had been warmed by the girls that morning, and now it was getting blistered!

Clenching my teeth, I squeezed my eyes shut in an effort to keep the tears from coming. The next swat hit my left cheek. The rest followed quickly, alternating, three on each side of my butt.

I was gasping.

My tail was burning.

I was horny as a goat!

I straightened up, trying not to rub my blazing backside, blinking back tears. "Thank you, Miss Mitchell."

"On your way, Mr. Walker."

My rigid cock leading the way, I almost ran to gym class, barely pausing in the girl's locker room to shed my shoes and socks. The girls were flooding in. Some of them having just witnessed my punishment, giggled and pointed at my butt, which felt like it had been set on fire.

We were directed to the pool, and I looked forward to cooling my tail in the water, but first I needed to take care of something else. I asked Coach for time for relief. "Stephanie, will you help me, please?"

She blinked, and her plump cheeks pinked up, but she stepped forward even as some of the more svelte girls rolled their eyes and looked at each other.

"Are you sure you want me?" she asked softly.

I nodded. "Positive. Just wrap your hand around it, and pump."

She did, and worked it like it like a lever, instead of stroking it.

"No, this way," I explained to the titters of the other girls, and some guffaws from the boys. Putting my hand on hers, I showed her how to stroke my hardon.

"It's hot, and hard," she whispered, catching on quickly, my juices surging.

"Can I - touch your breast?" I asked. She was wearing the usual tank suit, nylon or something, thin as onion skin, molded to her - uh - robust curves.

"Uh - I guess so, if you want to."

"I really do!" I assured her, brushing my fingers over her tit, her nipple stiffening sharply from the light touch. Then I curled my hand around her lush, warm breast, feeling its weight, its warmth, its softness.

"Ahhh, don't stop," I pleaded as my groin went into joyous convulsions, hot spurts of cum jetting to spatter on her thigh and the pool deck. "Oh, that is sooo goooood," I assured her as my spurtings declined to a last few pulsations. "Thank you!"

Stephanie giggled, wiping her hand on her thigh as she did. "Sticky," she observed, embarrassed.

"It's all right," I assured her. "It washes right off."

Coach blew his whistle. "All right, show and tell is over. Everyone into the pool for some water polo."

Before she could move away, I took Stephanie's still sticky hand, led her to the edge of the pool, and dragged her in with me. We hit the water with a whoop and splashed each other gleefully as the cool water sluiced away my semen, and soothed my still burning ass.

She gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thank you!" she whispered, her body soft and warm against mine as we treaded water. "That felt good, when you touched me!"

"It was my pleasure," I assured her, meaning every word of it. We laughed together.



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Chapter 8


Wednesday Afternoon

After school I hadn't pedaled even half a block before I decided my butt was still too sore for the bicycle seat and I dismounted. I was walking it when I heard Beth calling me and waited for her to catch up.

"Hi," she greeted me shyly.

"Hi yourself," I responded, wondering how she could change from being so teasing and flirtatious this morning to shy now.

"I - uh - heard you had Stephanie - uh - give you relief in gym," she admitted.

Maybe that was it? Maybe she was jealous? "I would have asked you to, if you'd been there."

"Oh!" She thought this over a moment. "She's very sweet."

"She's nice," I agreed. "But you're more my type." I didn't admit I'd felt Stephanie's breast.

"I feel bad for her," Beth went on. "People make fun of her just because she's kinda plump."

"Yeah." It didn't seem right to admit that I liked Beth's petite frame better than Stephanie's plumpness. And then, Beth was smarter than Stephanie, too. I could really talk with her. "She'll find the right guy," I assured her confidently.

"I hope so."

We walked along companionably for a few minutes. I could tell something else was bothering her. We were almost to the corner where she'd turn toward her house when she broke the silence.

"I heard that Karen has been seen naked on the streets, in public."

"Really?" I kind of wished I'd seen that, but I didn't say that to Beth. "Well, it's allowed, according to the new laws, and the program brochure they gave me encourages it."

"Are you going to do it?"

I thought about it, and felt my cock stiffen in my shorts. "I don't know," I admitted, blushing. "Would you do it?"

"Me?" Beth squeaked. "I'm not in the program."

"You might be, maybe even next week," I pointed out.

"I'm trying not to think of that!"

I understood that. "You might want to, though. Think about it, I mean. It's probably going to happen, sooner or later."

She looked at me sharply. "Are you hoping I will be chosen?"

She was smart, all right. "Uh - yeah, I guess I am. I mean, you're cute, and, yeah, I'd like to see you naked," I admitted, blushing. "I mean, it seems fair, since you've seen me."

We paused at her corner and she thought this over. "I suppose so," she admitted dubiously. "But I'd die of embarrassment!"

"I thought I would, too, but I didn't," I pointed out. "You might try going around naked at home, when no one is there, I mean, so you can sort of get used to how it feels."

She shivered. "I've - I've gotta get home. See you tomorrow?"

"You sure will," I answered with a chuckle. "All of me!"

"Yeah!" She giggled. "See you."

"See you."

I watched her walk away, pony tail swishing. This time her hips weren't swinging the way they had that other time, and her steps were slow, like she was thinking hard. She looked nice that way, too.

I turned toward home. As I walked up the driveway, I noticed the grass needed mowing. After putting my bike away in the garage I went in the house and dumped my books at the foot of the stairs, getting a quick snack before tackling the lawn. Sis was still out.

Up in my room, I thought about what Beth had asked - if I was going to go naked on the streets as well as in school. The thought rattled me, because I knew it would be embarrassing, but I had to admit that I also wanted to do it. If Karen was doing it, why shouldn't I?

I tried to set the idea aside as I went to take care of the lawn. We don't have a lot of grass, just a small back yard, with an above ground pool taking up a big chunk of it, and a tiny patch of lawn in front, and it's flat. We have one of those old reel type mowers you push.

I got the mower out and took it out the side door of the garage to do the back yard first. Then I paused. There was a fence. The neighbors could see in the back yard only if they came right to the fence, or from an upstairs window. Otherwise the yard was shielded from view.

Taking a deep breath, I stripped off my shirt and draped it over the bush by the door. Then I skinned down my shorts, liberating my cock to stand up in the gentle breeze. Stepping out of my shoes and pulling my socks off, so I was completely naked, I put the shorts with my shirt, and grasped the handles of the mower. It whirred eagerly as I stepped out into the sun and air of the open yard.

I never used the basket for catching the clippings. Dad said it was better to let them go back into the soil. Without it, they fountained back, spattering against me all the way up to my chest, sometimes my face. They were cool, and stung just a tiny bit when they hit, but it felt good.

The grass was cool and moist under my feet. It smelled sweet and fresh. The air touched me all over, and I remembered that night when I was thirteen. It was one of the last time my folks had been together, and they'd gone with Sis to something at her school, and were going to be out late, so I knew it was safe to run around the house naked. I'd scampered around the yard in the cool night air, my thirteen year old pecker hard, eager, pointing and seeking for something it didn't yet know what was. It still didn't really know the real thing, I mused, as I pushed the mower around the yard, but it was getting a lot closer to finding out.

Finishing the back yard, I paused at the gate. This, now, was the real test - did I have the guts to go out naked and mow the front lawn? I thought of Karen walking down the street naked, and my prick stiffened even more.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the gate open and stepped out, the concrete walk hot under my bare feet. I was more conscious than ever of the feel of the sun on my naked skin, the breeze touching my pubic hair. Even my balls felt it! I could feel the whole world with every inch of my naked skin. My hardon felt heavy as it swayed, tugging at my groin.

Sweating with more than just effort, I made myself step out and begin the first cut, along the driveway, right toward the street. I kept feeling like I was being watched, though there was no one on the street at the moment. Reaching the end of that first cut, I turned to make the usual swath along the narrow strip of grass between the sidewalk and the street, and just then a car turned the corner and came toward me.

I almost bolted for the back yard, but stiffened my resolve. The car slowed as it neared me, and I looked up as a complete stranger, a woman, drove past, staring. Managing a smile, I tossed her a wave, and she floored the accelerator in shock, I suppose.

"Hi, Carl!" a girl about eight called, coming out of the house across the street.

"Hi, Susie," I responded warily.

"You don't have any clothes on," she pointed out.

"Nope!"

"How come?"

I thought a moment. How could I explain the program to someone her age? "Because I felt like it."

"My mom won't let me go around naked. Does yours?"

"She didn't used to. She does now." I kept mowing, finishing the second swath on the strip closest to the street, thinking maybe she'd go away.

"What's that sticking out from you?"

"My penis," I answered, blushing furiously, stopping at the end to talk with her.

"You look funny!" Susie said with a giggle.

"Susie! You come back inside, right now!" Susie's mother called. "Don't embarrass him!"

I smiled wryly. "She's just curious, and I don't mind."

Susie's Mom, Mrs. Cadwallader, was standing with her the driveway. "I read in the paper about the program, Carl, but I didn't know you were in it."

"Yes'm," I answered. "Since Monday." I leaned against the mower handle, my hardon burning in the sun, and the mower moved away, making me stagger like a fool. I tried to brush off the grass clippings that were sticking to my sweat, but it didn't work. "I hope you don't mind too much. It's part of the program, to be naked in public."

She glanced at Susie, who was still staring at me, a finger in her mouth, then back at me. "Do you have to be like - that - hard, I mean?"

I could only shrug, and blush. "You know teenage boys, Mrs. Cadwallader. If I could help it, I would. I suppose, after I get used to being naked, I won't get as many erections."

She mumbled something.

"What?" I asked, not having heard it clearly.

"Nothing," she answered. "I guess it's okay. Let me know if Susie bothers you."

She went back inside, and I went back to mowing, Susie still watching me.

I crossed the sidewalk to the main part of the front lawn, puzzling over what Mrs. Cadwallader had said under her breath. It sounded something like "I wish you could give some of yours to my husband," but I couldn't believe she'd say that.

The next turn I made, I looked up and discovered my audience had grown. Two friends of Susie's, I guess, were standing with her. As I started the next pass, a girl about thirteen came walking along and joined them.

"Looks like you've got a fan club," Sis observed wickedly when she came up.

I paused, wiping my forehead again. "Tell me about it! Can you do supper tonight?"

"Hi guys," she greeted the group across the street. "Hi, Carol!"

"Hi, Dee," the thirteen year old responded, barely looking at Sis. "Is that your brother?"

"Uh huh." Dee nodded.

"You're lucky!"

Sis giggled and waved. "Make you a deal," Sis offered to me.

"What's that?"

"You have to stay naked all evening, until you go to bed, and stay out here until dinner time," she answered wickedly.

"I have homework to do!" I protested. "There's not that much to do out here."

"I'll do supper, and the dishes," she haggled. "The flowerbed needs weeding."

I thought about it. I could toss off most of my homework after supper, and I really didn't want to get stuck with cooking and the dishes. "O-kay," I agreed at last. "Deal." I spit on my palm and held my hand out.

She spit on hers and we shook on the deal, a solemn ritual in our house. Then she giggled. "You forgot. It was my turn anyway!"

"Hey, wait a minute! That's not fair!" I protested.

She skipped up the walk. "A deal's a deal," she reminded me.

Grumbling, I went back to the lawn, noting that within a few minutes that the crowd across the street had suddenly grown a lot, and there were some on this side now, kids from ten to fourteen or so - grade and middle school age. I was willing to bet some of them were Dee's friends that she'd invited. Then I saw more girls her age coming, and realized she was probably using a phone tree to tell the whole town!

I wanted to go in and wring her neck! But, in our house, a deal was a deal, even though I'd been suckered - or, rather, I'd suckered myself.

Finishing the lawn, I took the mower to the garage, to a chorus of boos. When I came back with the weeder they applauded, and the few that had started to leave came back. Down on my knees, I began prying long rooted weeds out of the flower bed, giving them a great view of my butt as I did.

I was still at it as mom drew up in the car, scattering the crowed in the driveway, the garage door rolling up out of her way. "What on earth?" she asked.

I explained what had happened.

She thought a moment, and smiled. "Well, a deal is a deal," she reminded me. "And don't come in the house until you've washed off all those clippings!"

I assured her I wouldn't, and went on weeding, on my knees, my hardon dangling downwards, conscious of all those eyes on me. Other parents started coming home, and all I could do was blush more when they saw my hapless state. I guess most of them had heard about the program. A few of them gathered and watched, talking before going inside.

The women tended to linger.

Finally Mom called to tell me to wash for dinner. Turning on the hose, I stood in the driveway and hosed myself off, the water stung, and was icy cold, making my nipples stiffen and my cock wilt some. I finally finished, and then hosed the clippings off the driveway while I let the sun and air dry me off. Some of my audience had gone in by then, but others had come along. After turning off the water, I apologized to them.

"Sorry, folks, I've got to go in to supper now."

"Awwwwww," some of them protested.

"Maybe I'll wash the car tomorrow," I told them. "Never can tell."

It was a relief to be inside, but I still couldn't put anything on, as Sis reminded me. "I hope you can put up with me this way," I told Mom.

She looked me up and down. "Oh, I think we can. You look good, but isn't that hardon you're carrying getting a bit sore?"

I admitted it was.

"So, do something about it," she ordered, tossing me a dish towel.

Sis just stood there, gaping, eyes wide.

"Here and now?" I gulped. This was my mother, and my sister watching!

"It's as good a time and place as any," Mom pointed out. "Besides, you've done in front of a whole class at school, I believe."

I flushed, but I was really getting sore by now. I'd been hard for about two hours! Dropping on to the sofa, I slouched, curling my hand around my hot, throbbing prick and began stroking it. Mom was in the doorway, moving her feet restlessly as I masturbated, and I saw Dee, behind her, sneak a finger down to her crotch, pressing against her shorts. Her little nipples were sticking out against her tee shirt, too.

"Ahh - ah - ah - ah - ahh - aaaahhhhhh," I sighed, letting them both see the cum jetting from the tip of my cock. It was one of the best cummings I'd had yet. Mom seemed to be breathing hard, and Sis was panting, her legs crossed around the hand she had in her crotch, her hips working.

It was a minute or so before Mom broke the silence. "Well, now," she said in a strained way as I mopped myself off, "I believe it's dinner time. What are we having, Dee?"

My sister shook herself out of wherever she had gone. "Oh, yeah. Uh - well, it's creamed turkey on rice. If you still want it."

We all looked at each other, looked at the big, creamy blob of cum oozing from my prick, and exploded into laughter.



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Chapter 9

Wednesday Evening

I was upstairs, working on my math problems when Sis knocked on my door. It was open, to make sure I didn't cheat, a condition of the deal that I remain nude until bedtime. "There's someone here to see you," she announced impishly. "Ah ah ah! A deal's a deal," she reminded me when I reached for my shorts.

"Who is it?" I asked, suppressing what I really wanted to say to her.

"Someone," she answered unhelpfully, turning her back to head downstairs.

Mumbling curses, resisting the urge to thump her on the top of her head, I followed her down. My cock, which had finally decided to take a rest after supper, rose slowly at the thought of being displayed in public again.

I turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and found Beth waiting for me in the living room. My cock reacted like it had seen a hot pussy in which to lodge itself, even though Beth was in her usual neat, white shirt and shorts. I'd never seen her dress sexy, but my dick sure didn't care. It wanted her!

"Oh!" Beth looked surprised. "I didn't realize you were - uh --..."

I glared at Dee, who grinned mischievously at the two of us after seeing my cock's reaction. "Sorry, I guess I forgot to mention it."

"Don't you have homework, squirt?" I asked Dee pointedly.

She shook her head with wide-eyed innocence. "No."

"I think I hear Mom calling you," I said ominously.

"I don't," she countered, holding her hand to her ear theatrically. "Do you, Beth?"

"Get out of here!" I growled ominously just as Beth opened her mouth. "Now!" I advanced threateningly on my little sister.

"I'm going! I'm going!" Dee scampered out, cackling.

"Sorry about that," I apologized to Beth.

Beth seemed a little nonplused, as was I. "Oh, that's okay. I know how it is."

"You don't have a younger brother or sister," I reminded her.

She grinned. "No, but I have an older brother. I used to devil him when his girl friends came around, until he went away to college. Not that I am your girl friend, you understand!"

Aren't you? I thought, feeling a pang that surprised me. "You miss him?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk with me. But, I guess maybe you're busy?"

"No I'm not," I answered quickly. "Let me go upstairs..."

"Remember our deal," Sis called out, obviously eavesdropping at the bottom of the stairs. "No clothes until bed time!"

I looked daggers in her direction. "If, that is, you don't mind being seen with me like this," I added to Beth. Then I had to explain the deal.

"Oh! You guys take deals seriously!"

"Darn straight!" Dee announced loudly from just outside the room.

"Excuse me a minute, while I go skin someone!" I said to Beth, going after my sister with blood in my eye.

"I'm going, I'm going!" Dee scampered up the stairs with a clatter.

"I don't mind, if you don't," Beth assured my shyly when I turned back to her.

I thought it over, and decided it would be a good challenge for me to surmount. "Can I wear shoes?" I called out to Dee, knowing she was listening at the top of the stairs.

"No shoes," she insisted cheerily. "Or socks."

"Thanks a bunch! I'll be back in a moment," I headed upstairs to shut down my computer. So far Sis hadn't cracked my password, but I didn't trust her to stay away if it was on. That would be too much temptation for her.

"I can't wait until it's your turn," I warned Dee as I waited for the shut-down routine to finish.

"I might enjoy it," she retorted pertly.

"Just you wait," I answered, then thought about it. "You just might, come to think of it, you little pervert!"

"Mom! Carl just called me a pervert!"

"You are dear. And leave your brother alone. You'd better get to your homework or I'll give you something serious to worry about!"

"Ooh-kay," Dee agreed, chastised. "Have a nice walk," she bade me with a last flash of impudence.

"I'm ready for this," I told Beth bravely as we went out the door into the early evening dusk. "I wasn't wearing any more than this when I mowed the lawn - both front and back this afternoon."

"Oh, that was brave!" Beth complimented me.

"Thanks." I blushed. "It wasn't too bad, except I got covered with grass clippings and they kind of itched. And I think Dee put out the word to every girl between the ages of ten and fourteen, judging by the audience I had!"

Beth mumbled something.

"What?"

She looked up at me wryly - she's about a half a foot shorter than me. "I said I wish she'd let me know."

"Oh! Well, here I am," I pointed out, spreading my arms wide just as a car went by, the guy at the wheel looking surprised.

"Yeah," Beth agreed shyly. "Here you are." She kept shooting looks at my hardon.

"Nice night," I said, trying to be casual. The sun was setting, the western sky a bright orange while overhead the blue shaded to purple. Mercifully, it was warm. The sidewalk was cold and gritty under my bare feet.

"Beautiful."

I risked reaching for her hand, lacing my fingers through hers. She looked up at me and flushed, but didn't take her hand back. "Where do you want to go?" I asked. "I didn't bring any money with me."

"Oh, I'm not hungry or anything," she assured me quickly. "I - just wanted to walk, and talk."

"Okay." We walked along companionably. Someone was watering their lawn and almost sprayed us as he stared. A woman pushing a stroller toward us hesitated, almost crossed the street, then stayed on our side, eyeing me frankly as she passed.

"What's it like?" Beth asked.

"What's what like?"

"Walking around naked, on the street like this."

"It's embarrassing," I admitted. "But it feels good, too. I like the feel of the air touching me all over." Then I stepped on a pebble and winced. "I do have to watch where I walk, though."

"Is it exciting? Sexually, I mean?"

I smiled wryly at her. "Can't you tell?" With my free hand I waggled my jutting hardon.

"Oh, yeah." In the setting sun it was hard to tell, but I think she was blushing as much as I was.

"This is funny," she mused after a few minutes of silence.

"What is?"

"Well, I mean, here we are. You're naked. I'm dressed. And then, I, well, I masturbated you, right there in class..."

"I'm glad it was you," I assured her.

"I hear you got a - a blow job from Marilyn," she reported, sounding upset.

"She's a slut, you know that." I didn't say that was why I'd chosen her for relief.

"We haven't even kissed," Beth pointed out a little wistfully.

My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my cock. "We could remedy that," I suggested softly and hesitantly.

"Would you like to?" she asked.

"Would you?"

"Uh huh." She nodded tensely.

"Me, too," I admitted.

We stopped, right there on the street. Lights were coming on in the windows, a few people were still out. She tipped her face up, and I leaned toward her. We were still holding hands. For a moment we had to juggle noses and glasses so we didn't clash. Then she put a hand on my shoulder, and our lips met and it felt to me like electricity was flowing between us.

Our bodies didn't touch, just our lips.

"That was nice," she said softly.

"Very." It was hard to breathe. "Want to do it again?"

"Yeah," she whispered, tipping her head up again.

This time it went more smoothly. I moved closer, and my cock touched her!

She didn't pull back, but let go of my hand and put both hands on my naked waist, and drew me closer. I squirmed, so my cock slid upwards as we came together, and I felt her warm, cloth covered body against my bare skin from my chest to my knees. Her arms went around me, her hands on my naked back, stroking my flesh, while I stroked her through her blouse, feeling the ridge made by her bra.

My cock was a hard lump between us, impossible to ignore.

I felt her lips open, just a tiny bit, and let mine open, too, and our tongues touched timidly and I breathed her breath, her scent, and she breathed mine, and I thought, for a moment, I was going to faint.

"Wow!" she breathed when we finally broke the kiss.

"Yeah!" I agreed, conscious of how the few people out were watching us. I moved us along, our hands interlaced again, my cock harder than ever.

"Oh!" She brushed at something on her tummy, and I realized my dick was leaking.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, mortified.

She giggled nervously. "That's okay, it'll dry."

"I like you," I admitted.

"You want me," she responded wisely.

"Yes," I admitted. "One thing about being naked is there's no way to hide that." I laughed nervously.

She squeezed my hand. "That's okay, I want you, too. Only, only."

"You're not ready."

She nodded.

"Neither am I," I admitted.

We walked quietly, hand in hand. "Do you have contact lenses?" she asked suddenly.

"Yeah, but I never wear them," I admitted. "They're so much work, keeping them clean and everything. I've been wearing glasses for years. I'm blind without 'em."

"Me, too," she agreed.

"I think you look pretty in glasses," I assured her quickly. Hers weren't flashy or anything, just nice oval frames, but they did look good on her, and they made her look smart, which she was, and I liked that, too.

"Really? And sexy?"

"And sexy," I assured her. "But I bet you look good in contacts, too."

"I usually look like I've got something in my eye," she answered wryly.

"Me, too," I agreed.

"Walk me home?" she asked.

"Sure," I answered happily.

As we walked now, fingers interlaced, she leaned against me, her free hand hugging my arm against the shy, warm, soft swelling of her breast.

It was dark by the time we reached her house. We lingered in the shadows. I know I didn't want to say "good night," and I don't think she did, either.

"I'd invite you in, but..."

I looked down at myself, my hardon still seeking a target. "I understand," I assured her.

"I - it'll take me a while to get them used to the idea," she explained.

"I know."

"I tried running around naked, after I got home. I was alone. It was exciting!" She sounded a little breathless.

"Did you like it?"

"Uh huh." She nodded yes.

We stood there in the dark, snuggling. She was warm and soft against me, and I wished we could be even closer, that there was nothing between us at all.

Somebody flicked the porch light on, and we both knew she had to go in.

"Well. Good night." She went up on her tip toes and gave my cheek a quick peck.

I looked down at her, saw it in her eyes, and wrapped my arms around her, feeling her small, slender frame and sweet body against me once again. This kiss was long, and wet, and sloppy and I tasted her, and she tasted me until we were both breathless. Finally I mustered the strength to ease her away. "Good night," I whispered.

Kissing her finger, she put it to my lips. "Good night."

From the shadows, I watched her walk up the walk and go inside. After the porch light went out I headed homeward. Suddenly I remembered that the homecoming dance was Saturday night, and I almost turned back to ask Beth if she wanted to go with me. But I chickened out and continued on.

Half a block away from home I couldn't take it any longer. Finding a patch of deep shadows on someone's lawn, I ducked into it. I was still in full view of the street, if a car had come from the wrong direction. Wrapping my hand around my iron hard cock, remembering the kisses, the feel of her against me, I jerked off until I spurted and spurted and spurted, thick gobs of cum, my groin knotting up until my balls were wrung dry.

Then I walked the rest of the way home, savoring the fragrant night air's touch on my naked body, smelly musky from cum, feeling the last drizzles of it drying on my now exhausted dick.

I vowed that tomorrow I'd ask her to the dance, no matter what.

I don't remember the feel of the ground under my feet at all, and I had to pull a thorn out of my heel before I got into bed!



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Chapter 10


Thursday Morning and Afternoon

I didn't see Beth until just before French class. I was naked, of course, and had to put up with a whole picture session for Peggy Schwartz, outside - flexing my muscles, even bending over and showing my butt.

But I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my life when I drew Beth aside outside the classroom. I'd been rehearsing this conversation all night.

"I know it's real short notice, but ... would you go to the dance with me this Saturday?" I asked nervously. I held my breath.

She nibbled her lip, and I tried desperately to read her expression. Oh God, what if she already had a date? I'd die! I'd wet my pants! Only I wasn't wearing any.

"You're right, it is kind of short notice," she observed.

My heart plunged, along with my hardon. "I mean, if you've got another date, I understand. I should have asked sooner, only I've never even been to a dance before."

"I didn't say that," she said softly. "I just said it is kind of short notice!"

"I'm sorry," I apologized abjectly.

She squeezed my arm. "Of course I'll go with you!" she whispered eagerly.

"You will!" I barely avoided shouting. The "you" came out loudly, but I managed to muffle the "will" to a muffled squeak, at least. My cock responded like a cheerleader that had been goosed. "You really will?"

"Yes!" she hissed softly. "I've never been to a dance either, though my Mom made me go to dance classes," she added wryly.

"Wow! Me, too. Uh - should I get you a corsage or something?"

She smiled, her dimples deepening. "If you'd like."

"What color should it be? What's your favorite color?"

She mused a minute. "White is always nice, and it goes with anything. I don't know what I'll wear," she moaned suddenly.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked sooner," I apologized again.

"I'll think of something," she assured me quickly. "A white corsage would be nice. I like camellias."

"Camellias," I agreed, hoping I'd remember.

"Now come on, we'll be late for class. How are you doing?" she looked down at my dick, which had gotten stiff as a poker, once she'd accepted my invitation to the dance.

"Would you?" I asked her as we went through the door. I knew what she meant, and she knew what I meant.

"Ask me," she whispered before heading for her seat. Her hips were twitching like her pony tail again, and I was pretty sure what her answer would be!

"Uh - Mademoiselle Duclos?" I asked, practically quivering. I'd done this in front of enough classes by now. Embarrassment was running a distant second to horniness at this point, and the thought of it being Beth only made me hornier, if that's a word.

"Oui, Monsieur Walker? You would like some 'elp, perhaps?"

"Oui. Mademoiselle Finch, would you assist me please?" I asked Beth formally.

Her dimples were as deep as I'd ever seen them. "Oui, Monsieur Walker, I will."

She didn't hurry. In fact, she sauntered, and it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. Reaching me, she looked up and me, and winked as she curled her fingers under my dick. Then I stifled a gasp as she knelt before me.

The whole class was holding its breath!

For a moment I thought she was going to suck my cock, and wanted to stop her, but I couldn't!

Only, she didn't. Instead, with my dick at about her eye level, she studied it closely, even fingered the slit at the tip (my knees almost buckled) and then began to gently stroke it. A thick bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip, and she spread it over the head with her thumb and down the underside of the shaft, making it slick as glass as she slid her dainty hand up and down my hardon, her hand skating over the super-sensitive cap with every stroke.

My cock sent another wave of pre-cum out to lubricate things, its musky scent rising.

I couldn't last long, much as I wanted to prolong the pleasure. I groaned. "I'm gonna cum!" I warned Beth softly, afraid of how she'd feel if she got a faceful of my jizz.

Beth refused the tissues Mademoiselle Duclos was holding out, and just then my cock erupted the first, thick wad of creamy semen. Beth barely flinched as the gooey gobbet shot out. The first one hit her chin, then she bent my dick down so the second one hit the base of her throat, just above the gold cross she wore on a chain just above the opening of her blouse, to ooze slowly down between her breasts, the rest landed further down, spattering her blouse, on the shy slope of her breasts.

She watched every single convulsion, her hand milking my joyously erupting prick, and caught every thick, creamy shot, the last few droolings dropping on her pretty, knee length plaid skirt. Once my dick began to soften and shrink, she carefully milked it dry into her lap before releasing me and holding out her cum-sticky hand for me to help her to her feet.

A thick dribble hung from her chin, and I gently scooped it off. "Thank you," I whispered gratefully.

She grabbed my hand, studied my finger with its coating of semen, eyed it a moment, her mouth working nervously. Then she took my finger in her mouth, and sucked it, her mouth and tongue sensuously hot around my finger, savoring my juices.

"You're welcome," she answered softly.

The whole class applauded as she went back to her seat, my cum staining her oh-so conservative clothes. She made no effort to mop at it as it soaked in, lewd evidence of what she'd just done.

I caught her right after class, still stunned by the whole performance, my dick rising even as I thought of it. I looked down at her, at my cum on her blouse and skirt. Even the cross she wore was stuck to her skin with it, white and crusty as it dried on her. "Why did you do that?" I asked her, still shocked. "Aren't you going to wash it out?"

"No, I'm not!" She looked up at me, and she was very serious. "I'm going to leave it on there all day. Maybe forever. I want everyone to know that I'm your girl."

I could only gape at her when she walked away from me, and I had to hurry to catch up to her so we could walk to math together. When I slipped my hand through her arm, she drew it close so the back of my hand pressed against the soft swelling of her breast. She looked up and me and winked, moving her arm so I felt her nipple against the back of my hand through her blouse, and I realized she wasn't wearing a bra! I'd never known her to do that!

I was ready to cum again already. I was ready to walk through fire for her! I wondered if this was what love felt like.

I was still feeling like I was floating when I passed the principal's office after lunch. I was just in time to see Karen get her paddling. I flushed at her embarrassment, remembering my own from the paddling I took from Miss Mitchell the day before.

She was flushed, but I had the feeling it wasn't from embarrassment alone as she stretched out on the bench and someone held her arms out straight. Her ass was soft, and round, smooth and white, until the paddle struck, when it quickly flared pink.

Three strokes for being impertinent, with a long paddle, not a ping pong paddle like the one I'd felt. I wondered if three strokes of a long paddle across both ass cheeks was easier to take than the six I'd taken, three on each cheek.

When Karen got up, she thanked the principal, and then hurried off, one of the boys who I'd heard was hanging around her trailing along. She looked like she was in a hurry, and something about the look in her eyes as she passed me made me think "horny." Maybe the guy with her was going to get laid? No, not in school, but maybe he'd finger her.

I was heading for my next class from there when Miss Mitchell intercepted me outside her office called me in. For a moment I thought I was in for another licking, but she offered me a chair. The leather felt cold under my butt, and she made no secret of staring at my seemingly perpetual hardon.

"I had a discussion with the band director this morning," she began. "I understand you've been selected to Dot the 'i' this Saturday at half time."

"Yes'm."

She fingered a pencil. "You realize, I hope, that since this is an extra-curricular activity, the rules still apply to you, even though it is Saturday?"

"No clothes?" I prickled at the idea.

"No clothes," she assured me. "Only shoes to protect your feet."

I thought of it. Naked, marching around alone on the field until I found my place; naked on the football field, with the stands full of parents and students watching me.

"If it is any consolation," she went on, "as part of the program, the cheerleaders will be performing nude as well."

"That should build attendance nicely!" I blurted out, wishing I could run a binoculars concession. I'd make a mint!

Miss Mitchell seemed to be suppressing a smile at that response. "I suspect it will," she agreed. "But how do you feel about it?"

"Uh - nervous, embarrassed." I paused, and decided to be candid. "And excited."

"I thought you might. You seem to be partaking in the program quite comfortably," she observed. "Or, perhaps 'comfortably' isn't exactly the word I want?" She indicated my throbbing hardon, and it twitched in reaction!

I debated with myself, feeling surprisingly close to this authority figure that before had been so remote and so scary. I'd heard she'd been a counselor before becoming assistant principal, and wondered if she was psychoanalyzing me. "To tell you the truth - well, I - I've had nightmares where I was suddenly in a school hallway, naked. In the past, I mean."

She nodded. "Not an unusual nightmare."

"Only, for me, it wasn't really a nightmare," I confessed. "I mean, it was frightening, but, well, it was exciting, too. I'd wake up..." I let my voice trail off.

"You'd wake up aroused," she concluded.

"Yes'm."

"Wet dreams?" she asked.

"Sometimes." I blushed.

"It happens."

"Not since, not since I've - uh - had relief here," I admitted. "Though it's been less than a week."

"I think you'll find that having that outlet will reduce the frequency of that dream. It might even eliminate it completely. And how does the reality compare to the dream?"

"It's hard to say." I thought this over. "It's better, I think."

"I'm glad to hear that."

She seemed to be finished and I started to get up.

"Oh, one more thing. Are you planning to attend the dance on Saturday? I don't believe you usually do, but thought I'd better check."

"Uh, as a matter of fact, I am."

"Oh! Good, I'm glad to hear that. You're really making strides in terms of socialization, I guess."

"I guess." Obviously she'd been studying me, and I did kind of resent being regarded like some kind of lab rat.

"But there may be one problem," she continued.

"What's that?"

She fiddled with her pencil, stroking it as she gazed once again at my dick. "Uhm, well, that is considered a school sponsored extra curricular activity. As such, it, too, is included within the parameters of the program."

I could feel myself blanching. "You mean..."

"I mean, you will have to attend it nude," she explained.

"Like this?" I looked down at myself.

"Like that." She pointed with the pencil.

"Ohmygosh. But what if B - my date objects?"

"If Miss Finch is unwilling to accept those terms, you can attend stag." Miss Mitchell looked sympathetic. Boy, did she have a spy network, already knowing who my date was!

"Oh wow," I moaned. "Oh no."

"I'm sorry, but those are the rules. I suggest you break the news to her as soon as possible. You can't possibly spring it on her at the last minute, after all."

"No'm," I agreed unhappily. Oh, Beth, what will this do to you?

Half in a daze, I wandered out of the office and in the direction of gym, wondering how I could tell her, and what she would say. I felt my chance at a real dance type date going right down the drain, and taking Beth with it. Why would any girl, especially one as sweet and innocent as Beth, want to go to a fancy dance with a naked date? I mean, like, this was the homecoming ball. Everyone got really dressed up for it - well, suits and ties on the guys and nice dresses on the girls, anyway.

Even if Beth would have me, how could I go naked?

I was in such a funk I didn't even need to ask for relief for the rest of the day. After band practice I found my bike had a flat tire, so I was slogging my way home with it when I heard Beth calling me.

All right, I was a chicken. I'd been avoiding her, telling myself I'd call her on the phone when I got home, instead of facing her in school.

"Carl!"

"Oh, hi," I mumbled. "I didn't hear you."

"You've been avoiding me," she countered shrewdly.

Damn, why did I have to love a girl who was so smart? I thought of denying it, tried to, but I couldn't lie to her. "Yeah," I admitted gloomily.

"Why?" The hurt in her voice went through me like a knife.

I couldn't look at her. "I can't go to the dance with you."

She stopped in her tracks. I even took a couple of steps before I could react and she jumped forward and grabbed me, making me drop my bike. "Why not? Did you ask someone else? I bet you got a date with that slut Marilyn!"

"No! I haven't even talked to her since she gave me that blow job," I countered quickly. "I can't go, that's all."

"Why not?" I started to reach for my bike, but she stopped me. "Why not?" she asked more plaintively, more gently.

"Because, since it's an extracurricular activity."

"Besides being ungrammatical, that doesn't make any sense."

"I - can't wear any clothes if I go," I muttered. "I'm not allowed to wear any clothes at any school sponsored extracurricular activity until Monday. I even have to march with the band naked on Saturday!"

"Oh!"

I used her surprise to grab my bike back up and start walking again.

"Oh," she said softly, walking beside me, thinking.

And that's that, I thought gloomily as we walked slowly along in silence.

"So, you'll be naked," she announced suddenly. "So what?"

"I can't go to a dance naked with you!" I protested. "That's ... That's..."

"That's what?" she asked.

"I don't know. Perverted!"

She stopped me. "Why? You've been going around school naked now for four days," she reminded me. "You've walked down the street naked with me."

"It's a formal dance - well, semi-formal, anyway."

"There's no rule you have to wear a jacket and tie to it," she pointed out.

"No, but everyone does."

"Girls don't," she teased.

"Well, okay, girls don't," I agreed. "They wear nice dresses and stuff."

We reached the corner to her house and stopped.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered.

"What?" I was only wearing shorts and a shirt again. Why get all dressed up for school if you're just going to have to take 'em off again at the door?

"Put your bike down, and take off your clothes."

"Here? Now?" I looked around. It was late afternoon. Cars were driving by, people were walking by.

"Here and now," she insisted. "Take them off! You said you had to obey any reasonable request from me, remember? So take them off, or I can report you for a program violation."

She could, I realized. Leaning my bike against a lamp post, I stripped off my shirt and handed it to her. She was tapping her foot as I dawdled, until I finally shoved my shorts down and stepped out of them.

"All the way," she insisted. "Shoes and socks, too."

Blushing furiously, I handed her my shorts and obeyed, my cock swelling and stiffening traitorously as I danced on one foot then the other. The sidewalk was hot and gritty under my bare feet.

After taking my shoes and socks she looked me up and down critically, which only made my cock stiffen more, of course. Darn she was cute, even when she looked so serious!

"You look formal enough to me," she insisted. "In fact, you look better than the outfits some of those dorks will be wearing."

"Well - I - but I'm naked."

"So you are, but I am not going to let you cheat me out of going to the homecoming dance just because you're suddenly going all modest on me!"

"You mean, you'd go with me like this?" I asked, unbelieving.

"I'd go with you if you were, well, any way you go, I'll go with you," she insisted passionately.

I was aware of people walking by, around us, driving by, eyeing me - no, eyeing us both curiously.

"Are you sure?" My dick was stiff as iron, of course. She still had my cum on her blouse and skirt, all crusty and white. I could even see some dried cum on her throat where it had run down inside her shirt.

"Positive." She tickled my dick, and then gave me a teasing peck on the cheek.

My pecker bounced with joy. Then I thought of another problem. "But, what about your parents? How will they feel about it?"

"Oh." She thought about this. "Well, I don't know." She thought some more. "Can you come by my house tonight, after dinner?"

"I guess so," I agreed.

"Just the way you are now?" she added.

"Uh, yeah, if you think I should."

"I do."

"What are you going to do?"

She looked baffled. "I'm not sure, but I'll think of something. Do you have the program brochure with you? Can I borrow it?"

I dug in my book bag. "Sure, but what for?"

"I think they got a copy in the mail, but I'm not sure. When all else fails, there's always the truth."

I had never known her to lie anyway, but I didn't say that. I handed her the brochure with the picture of the naked man and woman on the cover. "What time?"

"Make it eight o'clock," she answered, turning away toward her house.

"My clothes!" I reminded her. She was still carrying them.

She turned around, backing away with them behind her back. "You'll get them back tonight, at my house," she promised, her dimples laughing at me.

"Thanks a lot!" I protested, not really upset. Darn it, I was getting to like walking around naked in public! There I was, alone on the corner, naked as a jaybird in broad daylight while my girl friend walked away, waving good bye to me with my clothes. She even had my shoes and socks!

A car with a bunch of girls in it drove by, a convertible with the top down, an they all yelled and screamed at the sight of me. Blushing again, I gathered up my bike and trudged on, wondering what was going to happen tonight.

But, Beth wanted to go to the dance with me still! That was something I thought joyfully. That was a lot! She must really love me to do that! My spirits soaring again, I strolled along whistling the school fight song, my dick proudly saluting everyone.



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Chapter 11


Thursday Evening

If I thought my troubles were over when I got home, I was wrong. I was in the kitchen, trying to puzzle out Mom's supper menu when Sis bounced into the room, as naked as I still was!

"Nice outfit," I managed to comment, remembering how she'd greeted me the morning she saw me naked, trying not to stare while studying her.

"What do you think?" she asked, her hands on her hips, feet apart, hips cocked forward and to the side like a pinup girl. She swiveled them at me, inviting me to stare.

"Not bad," I answered warily. Truthfully, she was, well, she was hot! Oh, she didn't have much in the way of tits, just gentle swellings, but her nipples were perky and pink, her areolas, slightly lighter, looked puffy and swollen. She had a few wisps of very light, blond hair that did nothing to hide her slit. I knew she'd shot up a couple of inches in height over the last year, so she had that - coltish look - that was the word I wanted, coltish, and thank you, Mr. Turner.

"What does Mom think about this?"

Dee whirled around again, showing me her cute butt. "She said I could, around the house, if I wanted to."

"Oh, well, okay then," I assented. I was trying to figure out what was going on inside me. I mean, this was my little sister, after all, but still, I had to admit, she was hot. Well, she was showing signs of it, anyway. "Uh, I'm doing supper. What does this mean?" I asked, showing her Mom's scrawl.

"This!" Sis bent over and got something out of the freezer to wave at me, showing me her butt unashamedly. I was thinking that maybe I had been right when I'd called her a pervert the other night.

She bounced out of the room - well, there wasn't enough of her to bounce, but she did it anyway, and I began fixing supper.

"Smells good," Mom greeted me, coming in from the garage as I was setting the table.

"It'll be ready in half an hour," I assured her. "The usual?"

"Please." She headed for the stairs, only to stop at the bottom at the sight of Sis dancing bare ass naked to some music video. "When did she start that?"

I shrugged. "She said you'd said she could," I reminded her. "She showed up down here like that when I was starting supper."

"Oh. Well, I did say she could go naked, but I didn't think - does it bother you?"

I looked at her wryly. "With me like this?" I indicated my own starkers state.

"Good point," she observed. "Dee, how's your homework?"

"Done," Dee panted.

"I want to see it," Mom insisted.

"Aw, Mom."

"Don't 'aw, mom' me. Come on up and show me while I get out of my work clothes." Mom had gone to school for her real estate license and wore nice outfits to work. Satiny creamy blouses and trim skirts or slacks, usually. But as soon as she got home she got out of those clothes and into something more comfortable.

And this time, out of her work clothes and comfortable she did get! When she came back I turned around to hand her the wine and almost sprayed it all over her, which would have been an icy shock, but wouldn't have stained anything, because she didn't have anything on!

"Just think of it as part of the program," she said, blushing from head to toe, slugging down half the wine in one gulp. "Besides, I don't like being odd person out."

"Oooo-kay," I agreed, surveying her. She was, I had to admit, quite a dish, for someone her age! Her breasts were large, and firm, with dark nipples that jutted out proudly. There wasn't a trace of sag to them. Her belly was rounded, and curved down into a thick nest of reddish hair between rounded thighs.

"You like?" she asked cautiously.

I nodded. "Very nice," I assured her honestly. Not my type, too mature, too rounded, but definitely nice.

"Thank you!" She curtsied. "How was your day?"

"Okay," I temporized. "It had its ups and downs."

She eyed my hardon. "This must be one of the ups," she teased.

I got out spoons, knives and forks. "Well, with two of my favorite females flaunting themselves all over the place, that's not surprising! Even if we are family," I added hastily.

She drank some more wine, then reached for the bottle for a refill, not something she usually did. "I suppose."

"I asked Beth to go to the dance with me Saturday," I announced casually. No big deal, right? Only my first real date, when most kids my age had been dating for a couple of years, some of them longer, and screwing, too.

"Did you! Well done!" She gave me an impulsive hug, and then quickly backed off from the skin to skin contact. Her breasts had been very warm and soft against me for a tantalizing instant. "I guess the program is working! What did Beth say?"

"She said 'yes, '" I answered, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice as I carried the salad out to the dining room, a little shaken myself by the softness, the warmth, the ... oh, never mind. She's my Mom, for gosh sakes, I told myself. "There's only one little problem," I added. "I have to go like this, because the assignment doesn't end until Sunday, night, according to the rules of the program."

"Oh." Mom mulled this over. "How does Beth feel about it?"

"She's cool with it, once we talked it over," I explained. "Dinner's ready!" I called Sis.

"Coming," she called unnecessarily, her feet thumping on the stairs. "Oh boy, naked supper!" She giggled.

"What about her parents?" Mom asked as we sat down. "Would you say grace, please, Dee?"

"Thank you, Lord, for these thy gifts which we are about to receive," Dee mumbled.

"Amen," I chimed in. "She's going to talk to them. I'm supposed to go over to her place tonight. Like this."

"Oh!" She thought about this for a moment. "Well, I guess it's between you, her and her parents. What about the dishes?"

I looked at Sis. "Will you do the dishes for me?"

"Weelllll," she drawled as she ate. "What's in it for me?"

"What do you want?" I asked, quickly getting down to the serious bargaining.

She eyed me, and I could tell she was measuring how serious this was to me. "How about you have to go around naked all day tomorrow - from the time you get up until you go to bed?"

I thought this through, wondering what the catch was. I was going to have to be naked at school all day anyway. Here I was sitting at the table naked with both of them naked. I was walking the streets naked. "Is that all? Okay," I agreed.

She spit on her palm. "Deal."

I spit on mine and reached across the table and we shook on it.

"Mom, can I have some friends over for a sleepover tomorrow night?" Dee asked with a wicked grin.

"Now wait a minute!" I protested.

"A deal is a deal," Sis reminded me. "Can I, Mom?"

"Oh dear!" Mom hated to get in the middle of these deals of ours, and she was in this one up to her - uh - naked tits, at the very least. "Do you think that's a good idea?"

Dee put on her most innocent look. "It's just part of the program," she argued, "don't you think? You said yourself it'll be in middle school next year and we should get used to it."

"You little pervert!" I protested.

"Mom!" Dee complained loudly.

"Hush, Carl, don't insult your sister," Mom chastised me. "I - well - uhm - I..."

"I'll be naked, too," Dee explained, as if that made a difference.

"Well, I think at the very least I had better talk with their parents," Mom argued, and I heaved a sigh of relief. Chances of them agreeing to a sleepover with Dee's horny brother prancing around naked were miniscule.

"But - okay," Dee agreed, frustrated but still hopeful. "I'll make up a guest list right after dinner so we can call."

"I'll call," Mom announced firmly. "You'll be doing the dishes, and finishing that book report, remember?"

"Oooo-kay," Sis agreed with a sigh, just before she flashed me a sly smirk. She'd got me good, I had to admit.

Then I thought of being naked with Dee's pre-pube friends and wondered if it would be such an ordeal after all. It might even be good for them. But it wouldn't ever happen, so I tossed the thought aside and began worrying about how Beth's parents were gong to react.

I was still worrying about that as I walked up her front walk, the cooling night air stroking my naked skin. The porch light was on and I felt like I was on a stage, naked, as I reached for the doorbell. I heard it bing bong inside, and almost panicked.

Then the front door opened and I was being eyed through the screen door by a frowning Mr. Finch. My dick had already shriveled on the walk over, and now if it could have retreated inside it probably would have. Funny the effect stark terror can have, isn't it?

Beth's dad was an accountant or something, and he looked the part. His hair was thinning, and he wore glasses and he wasn't very tall. But he sure could look intimidating!

"May I come in, Mr. Finch?" I asked politely, sweating bullets.

Wordlessly, he swung the screen door open and stepped out of the way as if he were afraid to touch me.

"Carl, how good to see you." Mrs. Finch was an older version of Beth, and she took my hand warmly, looking me in the eye instead of the dick.

"Hi, Mrs. Finch. Beth asked me to stop by," I pointed out awkwardly.

"And right on time, too. Come into the living room, please. Arthur, close the door and stop glowering."

We went into the living room and I looked around, expecting to see Beth, my heart sinking when I didn't.

"Beth is upstairs, finishing her homework," Mrs. Finch explained. "We thought, too, it might be good to get to know you a bit without her being around. Sit down. Would you like something? A cup of coffee, maybe, or tea? A soda?"

"Uh, no'm, thank you, I just had dinner, thanks," I stammered, wondering where to sit, finally deciding on the flowered sofa. It was cool under my butt and I crossed my legs, then straightened them, incredibly conscious of my nudity. The room was small and cozy, nicely furnished. There was a piano, with pictures of Beth and her brother on the top of it.

"It's so nice of you to invite Beth to the dance!" Mrs. Finch observed, settling in what was obviously her usual chair, judging by the knitting beside it. Mr. Finch took the bigger easy chair, obviously his throne in the living room. "She's so excited. It's her first real date, you know."

"I know. Me, too," I admitted. I wondered if Mr. Finch was ever going to say anything, or if he was just going to glare at me. "I really want to take her - to the dance," I added quickly.

"Dressed like that," Mr. Finch finally said, obviously concerned.

"It's the rules," I explained unhappily. "It's not my idea."

"We read the brochure," Mrs. Finch put in gently. "I think it's very brave of you to take part in the program."

I shrugged. "I wasn't really given a choice."

"But Beth tells us you've been very brave about it," Mrs. Finch observed.

I wondered how much Beth had told them. Had she told them about the blow job I'd gotten from Marilyn? And what about the cum stains all over her clothes from today? Maybe they didn't know about them.

"I guess," I mumbled. "I - well, I'm getting used to it. And I do think it's a good program. I've gotten a lot of attention, and I'm a lot more comfortable with myself. I've gotten to know Beth better, too. It's brought us closer together. She's been a brick, walking with me when no one else wanted to be seen with me. That was brave!"

"We're very proud of her."

I kept waiting for Mr. Finch to come out with something like "What are your intention toward my daughter, young man," but he didn't.

"I wouldn't do anything in the world to hurt her," I assured them both, looking at Mr. Finch as I said it. "I think the world of her, and I'd understand if she didn't want to go to the dance with me - like this. But she does, and I don't think it would be fair to take that away from her."

"And we agree," Mrs. Finch said firmly. "Don't we Arthur?"

He nodded, reluctantly.

At that moment, Beth entered the room, and I think my heart started beating again. She was dressed, in clean clothes, of course, in a trim sleeveless blouse and shorts, her feet bare. The cross on a gold chain dangled at the base of her throat, right where my cum had landed earlier that day.

My cock rose from my lap like a cobra answering the call of the charmer. I tried crossing my legs to hide the reaction, but that only drew more attention to my arousal. Mr. Finch's glare deepened, and he opened his mouth.

"Now Arthur," Mrs. Finch chided him affectionately. "Don't get all huffy. Remember how you looked at me when I was Beth's age? When we went skinny dipping out at Beckworth's pond? You used to have the same reaction, you know it!"

Mr. Finch blushed all the way to his bald spot.

Beth came over and sat down next to me, taking my hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Carl has been a perfect gentleman, daddy. He can't help how his glands react, can he?"

Mr. Finch seemed to slump in defeat. "Are you sure you want to do this, Beth?"

Beth squeezed my hand, looking at me in a way that made my heart melt. "More than anything in the world, Daddy." Deliberately, she let go of my hand and rested hers on my bare thigh, only inches from my hardon!

"And I think it's a good thing," Mrs. Finch assured us both. "Beth thinks very highly of you, Carl. Now, tell us a bit about your family. You have a sister, don't you?"

The rest of the evening passed in small talk, though I did know they were gently probing to get to know more about me. I told them about Mom and the divorce, stressing how amicable it was, not some situation with infidelity and all that, just two people who couldn't get along as well as they wanted, and how they shared custody as best they could.

I told them how Mom had signed me up for the program. I didn't tell them that Mom, Sis and I had sat down to dinner naked that very evening. I don't think they were quite ready for something like that.

All through the conversation, Beth kept her hand on my thigh. I never knew I could be that sensitive to something so simple. My dick was standing up in my lap like a rocket on the launch pad.

"But getting back to this dance," Mr. Finch finally said, and my blood ran cold. Maybe he was going to change his mind? "What time is it over?"

"Midnight," Beth answered promptly. "And we can walk both ways, so you won't need to drive us."

I heaved a sigh of relief at that. It was a year until I could get my license, and being chauffeured was so embarrassing!

"Very well, a 12:30 curfew then, young lady. If you'd like to come in for a soda or something after you get her home, Carl, that's fine, but she must be in the house by 12:30," Beth's dad announced firmly.

"Yessir," I agreed.

"Now, you two will have a wonderful time, I'm sure," Mrs. Finch said, twinkling like a fairy godmother.

"Thanks, Mrs. Finch. We will." I looked at Beth and my heart melted at the happy sparkle in her eyes.

When Beth finally walked me to the door I heaved a huge sigh of relief. She came out on the porch with me. "See, it's all fine!" She was bubbling she was so excited.

"Yeah." I was as happy as she was. "Oh, I ordered a corsage, but I have to tell the man whether it's to be a pin on kind, or if you want a wrist corsage."

"Oh, a wrist corsage," she answered quickly. "And any color is fine, so don't worry about that."

"It's a camellia. Is that right, camellia?"

"A camellia is perfect," she assured me, seeming to twinkle at me. "I'm so excited! Thank you!" She squeezed my hand and gave me a peck on the cheek, both of us aware that there was only a screen door separating us from her parents. "I have to go inside now and finish my homework. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," I agreed, longing to pull her against me and really, really kiss her, knowing I couldn't.

"Walk me to school in the morning?" she asked hopefully.

"Sure!" I agreed eagerly. "I'll meet you at the corner!"

I practically floated home.



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Chapter 12


Friday Morning

One thing about my deal with Dee to stay naked all day, it made getting ready for school simple. It was a late morning for me, because first period classes had been canceled, so sis had long departed, leaving me in peace at last. She had ragged on me about having to spend the whole day naked, until Mom made her stop. I showered, ate breakfast, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, grabbed my book bag and I was out the door, the cool morning air whipping around my bare balls and cock!

I hadn't minded Dee's teasing too much. I'd probably do the same to her if - when - she got sucked into the program. The only worm in the apple was that she was going to have her sleep over that night. To my dismay, a half-dozen of Dee's friends were coming over that evening for pizza and whatever. It was the "whatever" that had me worried.

She probably would have invited every girl in the class if she could have gotten away with it!

Beth was waiting at the corner for me and we walked on, hand in hand, just like we were dating (and we were, I realized!), only she was dressed, and I was naked. Naturally, my cock had saluted her the moment I saw her. Darn she was cute! I wanted to ask her if her Mom had said anything when she'd seen the clothes I'd cum on, but was afraid to. So I told her about Dee's party instead.

"Oh wow," Beth sympathized. "How do you feel about it?"

"Embarrassed," I admitted. "But, well, kind of excited, too, I guess."

She squeezed my hand. "Well, you just keep your hands, and everything else to yourself. I'm your girl! Remember that!"

I looked at her. "You don't need to worry about that! They're just kids!"

"Some of those 'kids' are a lot more grown up than you think," she argued.

"I promise! I promise!" I assured her.

"Kiss me," she urged as we turned in at the school.

"Right now?" I looked at the kids streaming past us, waiting at the door, too. "Right here?"

Not that I didn't want to, but I did want to check we weren't on school property, so the regulation about PDAs (Public Displays of Affection) didn't apply. Before they'd been instituted, it hadn't been unusual to see full tongue tonsillectomies taking place in the hallways. I wondered how they reconciled the PDA rule with things like Marilyn's Hoovering me in class. Well, that wasn't affection, really. That was pure sex.

"Right now, and right here," Beth insisted, pulling us to a stop right there on the sidewalk in front of school.

"With pleasure," I shot back, turning to her. She looked up at me, I looked down at her, and it was like magnetism pulled us together. She even reached down and lifted my hardon so it slid up against her body as we melted into each other's arms.

It was just as good this time as it had been that first time. Our tongues played tag, and we breathed together, and she was against me, warm and alive and exciting, and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra again today.

And again, my cock left a big smear of pre-cum on her when we parted.

"I'm branded," she said with a giggle, looking down at herself.

"I guess that proves you're mine, and I'm yours," I pointed out.

"I guess so," she agreed, taking my hand again as we walked up to the school door.

Our kiss and our arrival were both greeted with whistles and cat-calls. We both blushed, but said nothing. I was proud to be seen with her, and she must have been proud to be seen with me, since she was willing to walk around with my cum stains on her.

The day was a bit chaotic. It seemed like half the girls and some of the guys in my classes wound up naked somewhere along the line, somehow. I never knew tits and asses came in so many different configurations. I found out who some of the real blondes were, too.

I also had to seek relief twice, both times asking Beth to do the honors. They were only hand jobs, but something about the way she did it was so - well, I don't quite know how to describe it, but they were the best cummings I'd ever had. Better, even, than Marilyn's blow job, and I told Beth so.

I also told her that if I ever had the chance, I'd try to give her as much joy as she had given me. She blushed, and squirmed, and nodded.

"I'd like that," she said softly and shyly.

Both times, Beth let the cum splatter her blouse and skirt and throat, and let it run down inside her blouse, too. It was incredibly sexy to see. And to know that she was walking around with my cum all down her chest did more to keep me hard as a baseball bat than all the girls in school naked could have.

The afternoon was a bit strange, with the full school assembly they called. They had Karen and a bunch of other girls up on the stage, most of them naked. It was some kind of a pageant, with the girls who were in the program giving little speeches about what it had done for them. Karen was the best, I thought, and she won the contest easily.

I also thought it was incredibly sexist that they only had the girls up there. To be fair, they should have had the naked guys on stage, too. I wondered if they were going to catch hell for it somewhere down the line from some ACLU lawyer or the like.

Not that I minded, you understand. I would have been monumentally embarrassed to have had to stand up there naked in front of the whole school and make a speech about it. But I would have done it.

Considering what I faced on Saturday, it would have been a piece of cake anyway. I had band practice Friday afternoon, as usual. Everyone else was dressed, of course, while there I was, marching around naked. It was enough to make me wish I played the bass drum.

I was consoled by the fact that the cheerleaders were holding their rehearsal at the same time, and they were as naked as I was to get used to it. All those bouncing tits and asses were pretty distracting, I admit, and I wished Beth were there to give me some relief. She'd said something about having to go shopping for the dance, though, so I was resigned to having to tough it out on my own.

I thought, too, of the other guys, the ones not in the program. My bet was, half the guys, or more, had blue balls by the time that show was over! And they deserved it. The way they hooted at the girls was really rude, I thought.

Not that I wasn't hard, but I'd already cum twice, so some of the pressure was off.

I was kind of bummed out that I wouldn't see Beth until Saturday. She said she'd be at the game, but I'd be working with the band, so I couldn't sit in the stands with her or anything. Maybe we'd be able to say "hi" but that would be it until I collected her for the dance.

The band went through the entire routine, music and marching formations. Our entrance at halftime featured me "dotting the 'i'" of course, and that went well, though I felt incredibly exposed as I wandered the field before dashing around to take my place facing the home-team sidelines. What was it going to be like during the game with the stands full of parents and students? Football was a big deal in our town, and with the word out that the cheerleaders would be nude it was guaranteed to be a sell out, standing room only crowd.

After band it was a lonely walk home. Funny how quickly I'd gotten used to having Beth's company, though we'd only walked together a few times, and never before this memorable week.

I got the mail out of the mailbox out by the street and leafed through it as I made my way to the house. Dropping it all on the hall table, I called out, but no one was home, so I carried my stuff upstairs and dropped it on my bed.

For a moment I thought about putting some clothes on, and then laughed at the idea. Why bother? Besides, it would have been cheating on my deal with Dee.

I was dealing with some e-mail when Sis pranced into my room. "Hi, Bro, ready for tonight?" she asked.

I didn't look up from the computer. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," I answered.

She leaned her forearms on my naked shoulders, her head next to mine. "More ready than that, I hope!" Reaching down, she tweaked my cock, which was relaxed for a change.

"Ow! Hey, don't touch!" I turned on her, and discovered she must have stripped before coming in.

"Oh, pooh!" she retorted, posing. "You can touch me if you want."

My heart skipped a beat, and my palms itched, but I decided it was time to be a big brother. "Look, sis, let's get something straight," I began seriously. "You're my sister. I don't think of you that way."

She wilted. "Oh."

Then I felt sorry for her, wishing I could have let her down easier somehow. "Not that you aren't incredibly touchable, if you understand what I mean," I went on.

"I am?" She looked down at herself dubiously.

It made me look, and that was a mistake.

I gulped. "You are," I assured her, "for an eleven year old."

"I thought you said you didn't think of me that way," she pointed out, indicating my rising cock.

"Well, I don't. Or, at least I'm not supposed to," I countered desperately. "I mean, look, you're my sister, you're four years younger than me, and I've got Beth for a girlfriend now."

"You do? Have you done it yet?" Dee asked.

I sighed, looking skyward for assistance from above. "That is none of your business! Besides, you're my sister!"

"Vice is nice, but incest is best," she quoted provocatively.

"It is also illegal," I reminded her. "I could go to jail. You'd probably get saddled with a shrink the rest of your life. And Mom would blow a fuse."

"I'm not so sure," Dee mused, nibbling on her finger. "Have seen how she looks at you?"

"Uh. No." I'm not very good a reading Mom, I admit.

"She hasn't gotten laid since before the divorce," Dee pointed out. "She's horny."

"She probably masturbates," I countered, marveling that I was naked, having a conversation like this with my little sister, who was also naked.

"Do you masturbate?"

"That is..."

"None of my business," Dee finished angrily. "How'm I supposed to learn anything if no one will talk to me about it."

I relented. "It's just that it's kind of personal," I explained. "Okay. Yes, I masturbate."

"How often?"

"Dee!"

"Sorry," she apologized.

"Anyway, you should know, since you've got your spies all over school watching me. What do you think that 'relief' I kept getting was?"

She giggled. "I know."

I decided to turn the tables. "Do you masturbate?"

"Uh. Well, not really," she admitted. "I mean, well..." She was blushing - a first for her! "I sort of rub myself." Her hand strayed down to her little slit and she rubbed it gently. Then she turned the tables back. "Will you masturbate for us tonight?"

I debated this a moment. "I don't know," I admitted. "I promised Beth I wouldn't - well - that I'm her boyfriend and that I'd remember that tonight. But I don't see that means I shouldn't. And anyway, since I've done it in front of classes at school, I guess I might."

"Oh boy! I've never seen it, and I bet the others haven't either!"

"No promises," I warned her. "Now get out of here so I can get my e-mail done."

She gave me a peck on the top of my head, and I know darn well her hand didn't touched my pecker by accident. I watched her stroll out, her cute little butt flexing nicely. She had nice legs, I decided, even if they were a little skinny yet.

Mom came in next, on her way to change out of her work outfit. "Are you ready for tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, Mom," I assured her. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, you know."

I smiled. "I promised Dee I'd be available, and naked, and I will be. How much worse could it be than facing a whole class in school?"

She patted my shoulder. "You're doing fine."

I was just about to make it up to the next level of Ultimate Chaos when I heard the doorbell go.

"Carl, could you get that, please?" Mom asked from her room.

"Why can't Dee get it?" I asked.

"I'm busy," Dee answered.

"I'm naked," I pointed out, getting up anyway, knowing the battle was already lost.

"No cheating!" Dee warned me as I headed down stairs.

"I wouldn't dream of it," I assured her sarcastically, opening the door boldly. What else was I supposed to do, anyway?

"Oh! Hello, Carl!" I recognized Heather, because she'd been over before. She was a pretty thing, light brown hair, tall and skinny - well, slender, anyway. Presumably the woman with her was her mother.

"I see your mother didn't exaggerate!" Heather's mom observed, looking me up and down.

"No, Ma'am," I assured her. "I hope you don't mind."

Heather's mom was a dish! She was one of those suburban soccer moms, healthy and tanned, trim and fit, wearing a shirt that tied below her breasts, leaving her midriff bare, and nicely filled shorts. Her nipples poked out against the shirt. No bra!

"I don't mind at all! I wish I could stay, in fact."

"Mom!" Heather protested. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Have a nice time, dear," Heather's mom bade her. "And don't wear out poor Carl!"

Rolling her eyes, Heather pushed past me, her hand brushing my cock, and it was no accident, I was sure of that!

I was about to close the door when a car pulled up at the curb and another girl got out - Missy - a short, plumpish brunette. Mr. Burke, her dad, leaned across the seat. "Hi, Carl. Lookin' good!"

I waved, resignedly. "Thanks, Mr. Burke. Come on in, Missy."

"Hi, Carl," she greeted me in a tone that was 11 years old going on 21. She was even bolder, giving my dick a squeeze.

Eleven years old and she was milking me? Beth was right, some of these girls were older than I thought!

By the time they'd all gathered my cock was starting to get sore from all the handling. The house was full of giggles and shrieks as kids did what kids do. But I was also aware of the looks coming my way all the time as I served up the pizza and soft drinks. The TV was going, but no one was paying any attention to it, of course. There were whispers and giggles every time I entered the room, and when I went around gathering things up hands kept brushing me - my butt, my cock, my legs, even my balls got a going over!

It wasn't until bed time that things started to get really interesting. The girls all stampeded up to Dee's room, while I was left to deal with the debris. Dee had been dressed during dinner, much to my relief. Mom was smart, she stayed in the kitchen to eat, and then went up to her room, pleading work.

I was dealing with the last pizza box when I heard Dee calling me from the living room.

I walked in innocently, and froze. "Holy shit!"

"Where's your quarter?" Dee asked, holding out her hand.

"Upstairs," I answered numbly, not sure where to look. Dee was naked, that didn't surprise me. But all the other girls were just as naked as she was, and it was quite a collection of rampant pubescence, to coin a phrase.

Chunky Missy had a fair pair of tits, and more than a bit of a dark bush already, much to my surprise. Heather was a sylph - Mr. Turner would like me using that word, I knew. She was slender as a reed, with the shyest swelling for breasts. She was sitting with one leg over the other, so I couldn't tell if she had any pubic hair yet or not.

The one that really caught my eye was a red head by the name of Mickey - I think her name was Michaela or something. There were girls in my class that didn't have a figure like hers yet. Beth didn't, for that matter. Mickey may have been eleven or twelve, but she looked at least sixteen.

There also was nothing shy about Mickey, that was certain. She was sitting on the floor, her legs folded Indian fashion, her crotch wide open with its fuzz of red hair framing her slit. She sat very straight, her tits firm and shapely, capped with sharp, pink nipples.

The rest of them ran the spectrum down from there. One petite girl had no tits, no hair at all, and Dee was on the low end of the scale in that department, too, but not the bottom. They were sort of ringed around a bath towel spread in the center of the floor, some on the sofa and chairs, others, like Mickey, on the floor, and I had no doubt I was intended as the center of attraction!

My hardon was aching. I glared at Dee. "You don't expect me to put on some kind of a show for you, do you?"

"You said you would," Dee argued.

"I said I might!" I argued, meanwhile wrestling with my own tangle of embarrassment mingled with a super-horniness.

"Please," Dee pleaded, quickly joined by a chorus of begging by the rest of them. "Show us," Dee added. "We need to know."

I wavered, scanning the array of naked girls, my cock drooling like the sex-craved moron it was.

I thought of making a deal - asking them to masturbate for me as I masturbated for them, but discarded the idea. Somehow that didn't feel right. After all, I was the one in the program, not them.

"All right," I agreed, pretending to be more reluctant than I was.

"Is everything all right down here?" Mom asked, appearing behind me. Thank God she was wearing her robe, at least, her hair still wet from a shower. "Oh my!" she added at the sight of my naked audience.

"Oh, yeah," I muttered.

"Carl's going to masturbate for us, Mrs. Walker," Missy explained bluntly.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Carl?" Mom asked. "You don't have to, you know."

"I know." I advanced into the room. "But I'm supposed to agree to reasonable requests, and I guess this is reasonable."

"Mind if I watch, too?" Mom asked to my surprise.

"Join the crowd," I answered, marveling at the way my dick just went right on throbbing, mindlessly eager to perform this act of exhibitionism. Drawing the towel back toward the door a ways, I knelt down on it. "Can everybody see?"

There was a rustle and stirring as they rearranged themselves, making room for Mom on the couch. I was facing Mickey Red Bush - Kelly, her last name was - with the others around me in a half circle.

I curled my hand around my cock and it seemed to sigh with relief. Stroking slowly, I squeezed pre-cum from the tip and smeared it over the head and hard, hot shaft. I began stroking, stimulated by the naked girls surrounding me, looking on - bare tits, bare pussies everywhere.

I took my time, stroking myself sensuously, my excitement rising. I even fondled my balls gently, the way Marilyn had as she'd sucked me. I was going to have to teach Beth that trick, I decided.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Heather uncross her long, slender legs, stretching them out on the coffee table. Her slit opened to me and she slid her hand down her tummy to stroke it. Dee was fingering herself, too, and Mickey, right in front of me, had her finger probing her red bush. I could see pink petals down there in her crotch.

It brought another wave of pre-cum from my dork to drool down over my hand. Without really even thinking about it, I caught some on the fingers of my other hand, and licked it off, curious. It was smooth, musky, just a little salty.

Mom's hand was inside the front of her robe, cupping one of her tits, working, massaging it. With an embarrassed smile, she saw me looking, and spread open her robe to expose her mature bush.

Oh God I was hot! I didn't know where to look now. Mom was stroking her beaver, Beth's finger was parting her pussy lips. Missy was panting and moaning softly, rubbing vigorously.

Mickey slid a finger inside herself, pinching her nipple with her other hand, licking her lips.

My cock throbbed. There was that delicious burning in my

guts. My muscles clenched, and a gout of creamy semen burst from the head of my dork like a cannon shot, almost shooting beyond the end of the towel.

Then I was cumming like a gusher, and around me there were moans and sighs and whimpers as busy little fingers rubbed and probed and pinched. Mom was joining right in, her hips humping as she writhed right along with us all.



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Chapter 13


Saturday Morning

The next morning I wandered downstairs about 11 o'clock without even bothering to dress. After what they'd all seen the night before, why bother?

To tell the truth, I'd had trouble getting to sleep, tired as I was. The girls were all packed into Beth's room, of course. I haven't seen the inside of her room in years, but it has to have been crowded, and the thought of all those naked girls in there had my imagination working overtime. I couldn't help wondering what they might be up to with each other. I may be a nerd, but I'm also, as you have presumably gathered by now, a horny teenage male, and I've seen magazines and books, you know.

"Well, good morning," Mom greeted me.

I went for the refrigerator for some orange juice, not being a coffee drinker. "'morning," I mumbled back. "Where are all the little sex maniacs?"

"Your sister" - she emphasized the noun - "and her friends just left for the mall. They'll eat lunch there and then see you at the game."

"They sure will," I admitted, pouring myself some cereal. I explained how I had to do band naked.

"Oh, wow! I think I'll go to the game, too," Mom teased. She never went to our games. Saturday afternoon was about the only time she had alone in the house.

I sighed. "You might as well, everyone else in town will be there. The cheerleaders are going to be nude, too."

"Wow!" Then she turned sympathetic. "How are you feeling about all this?"

As my blood sugar rose I was feeling better. "Oh, after a week, I'm used to it," I admitted. "I mean, yeah, I'm kinda embarrassed still, but not mortified, if you know what I mean."

"I think I do," she answered. "I'm sorry about last night, though. I shouldn't have horned in, if you'll pardon the expression."

"Oh, that's okay. Hey, if it made you feel good, who am I to complain. You think I didn't enjoy it?"

She smiled gently. "You did look like you were having a good time."

"I was." I was thinking of another problem I was facing, too, and decided this was as good a time as any to broach the subject. "I suppose you get horny like anyone else."

She nodded, settling across the table from me with a cup of coffee. Her robe gaped open, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the upper slopes of her lush breasts. "I suspect it's different with women, but yes, we get horny."

I toyed with my cereal.

"Something bothering you?" Mom asked gently. "About me? I don't think of you as a sex partner, if that's what it is."

"No!" I was startled. "No, it's not that, and you're not my type."

"And what is 'your type?'" she asked, amused. "Someone younger, I presume? Like Beth?"

"Well, yeah," I admitted.

"Is that what's bothering you?"

"In a way." I took a deep breath. "Beth and I both agree, we're not ready for sex. Not intercourse, I mean. She's touched me, and all, and we've kissed."

"Uh huh." Mom nodded encouragingly.

So I told her how Beth had been giving me relief in school, and how good it felt. I didn't go into too many details, like how Beth had walked around with my cum drying on her, though. "She made me feel really good," I concluded.

"And?"

"Well, I'd like to make her feel just as good, only I don't know how to do it," I blurted out.

"Oh!" Mom thought this over. "Well, intercourse is one way."

"But we don't want to do that. I mean, there's the worry about pregnancy and everything, and - well, we're just not ready for that."

"I'm glad you're both mature enough to realize what a big step intercourse is. For a girl to let a man into her like that, literally into her, is a big step. There are other ways."

"I saw you masturbating last night, but that doesn't seem like the best way. I mean, I wouldn't know were to rub, or how hard, and..." I trailed off, blushing.

"What about oral sex," Mom suggested.

"Like a blow job?"

"Not exactly. What do you know about them?"

So I told her how Marilyn had Hoovered me.

"A talented girl," Mom observed dryly.

"Experienced," I countered. "Which I'm not."

"Well, it's called 'going down' on the girl, not a 'blow job," Mom began. "You use your lips and tongue. It can give unbelievable pleasure." She seemed to drift far away.

"Dad was good at it, huh?" I asked after a couple of minutes.

She shook herself and took a sip of coffee, making a face because it was cold. "Very!"

"But I don't know how," I complained. "I wouldn't know where to start, or where I should end up."

"Ah hah. I see your problem." Mom frowned. "I suppose I could show you."

"Oh no!" I countered, shocked. This is my mother, remember!

"And why not?" she asked.

"You're my mother!" My mind seemed to be running in little circles.

"You've seen me naked." She was wearing her robe, typical on a Saturday morning.

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Something wrong with this?" she asked, standing up and dropping her robe.

"Heck no!" My voice cracked again! I mean, there she was, all of her.

"You do want to make Beth happy, don't you?" she asked more gently, taking my hand.

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Come on," she dragged me along, stooping to grab up her robe. "Dee won't be back, so we have plenty of time."

I confess, I was shit scared. Visions of hellfire and damnation and all the powers of the law descending on us sped through my brain. Worse, what if I did it wrong? But I trailed along like I was just a little kid again, following up the stairs, watching her lush butt flex, seeing wisps of pubic hair between her thighs, my hand burning in hers.

She led me to her bedroom.

"Now, I am not going to make a big production out of this. This is a lesson. But you should make a big production out of it for Beth," she explained sitting down on the bed while I stood in front of her.

"Uh, how?" I felt like a total dunce, standing in front of her like the schoolboy I was.

"Well, you'll start by kissing and petting - touching the side of her neck, her breasts. You don't have to undress her, but you may want to and she may let you. Don't force it! Be gentle."

"Uh, okay."

"Kiss her throat, her chest, her nipples." Mom demonstrated by touching herself, fingering her nipple made it stand up eagerly. "Suck on her tits, and nip them very gently with your teeth, even. Kiss your way down her belly, while you're still touching her breasts, maybe pinching her nipples a little bit even. You'll know if you're doing it right, because she'll be reacting, panting, maybe moaning a little."

She was starting to sound a little breathless. My dick was hard, of course.

"It's best, probably, if she's stretched out." Mom lay back on the bed, her breasts flattening. She ran her fingers up her belly, toyed with her tits again then reached down to her thighs. "Kiss the insides of her thighs, little pecks, and down low on her tummy, just above the hair."

"Uh, yeah." I was still standing there, just looking.

"Well, go ahead, do it," she urged softly.

"You? Now?" I squeaked.

"Practice makes perfect," she pointed out huskily. "Just kneel between my legs. Rest your hands on my thighs. No, up higher."

My thumbs were brushing her pubic hair. I leaned forward timidly, remembering what she'd said. I kissed her tummy, little pecks.

"Lick me," she whispered.

I licked her, tasting her soft skin.

"Oh, yes," she sighed softly. "Now lower. Use your lips to tug on my pubic hair."

It was kind of wiry. I could smell her, a musky scent.

"Use your thumbs to comb my hair aside so you find my slit," she said. "Gently. Then lick me, lick my slit, very gently. Tease me."

I hesitantly did as she asked.

"Oh yes," she sighed. "Now a little deeper."

I probed her slit, tasting something new, tangy, almost metallic, softer, slippery.

"See how it opens for you?" she asked. "Like a flower. See that little vee where my petals come together near the top? See there, a little bud there, just waiting to be tasted. Lick it. That's my clit. It's very sensitive!"

I licked.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped hotly. "More, lick it again." Reaching down, she parted her lips wider for me as I flicked my tongue over her hot, slick flesh. "Suck on it."

My lips closed on it and I sucked, feeling it swell as I did. I toyed with it with my tongue, tasting her juices.

"Now, down further, my hole, stick your tongue in my cunt," Mom urged. "Awh!" she gasped as I probed her hole, her smell engulfing me, my mouth watering as I savored her juices. My nose was bearing down on her clit. I was awash in her female scent.

Either she decided I didn't need any more instruction, or she was just lost to the sensations. It didn't matter. I feasted on her, burying my face in her hairy snatch, alternating between her cunt and her clit, reacting to her sighs and cries, until her hips rose and she wailed her joy, her thighs closing over my ears, her belly clenching rhythmically just the way my groin did when I climaxed, finally slumping wearily back, gently easing my head away, my face soaked with her cum.

Out of breath, I leaned forward, resting my cheek on her warm, soft belly, while she stroked my face and hair with loving fingers.

"Like father, like son," she whispered softly. "You'll do fine."

"Thank you," I murmured gratefully, even as I wrestled with a welter of conflicting feelings. There was pride at having pleasured her, guilt, lust, even a strange touch of sorrow as I understood even better how much the divorce had cost her.

I was also as hard as I had ever been, and her gaping twat was right there, in front of me. I pushed up and looked down at her sprawled wantonly on the bed, her bush all matted and stringy with my spit and her cum.

Confused and aroused, I staggered to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, washing her scent off me.

Incest? You tell me. I knew it would never happen again. I knew my Mom had given me a wonderful gift, and I knew that I'd really be able to repay Beth for the pleasure she had already given me.



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Chapter 14


Saturday Afternoon and Evening

As the band waited just beyond the end-zone to march onto the field, I gazed around at the packed stands in awe. So far I'd been buried in the middle, just another trombone player, though I suppose my bare skin stood out. But in a few moments I was going to be out there, on my own, on full display.

The first half was winding down. The rivalry between us and South High was as intense as ever, making it a hard-hitting game. There'd been a couple of scuffles on the field, but nothing major. The score was dead even.

The cheerleaders were doing their share, I had to admit. They held nothing back, making their split jumps truly memorable! I'd forgotten we had a couple of guys on the squad, too, and they were as naked as the girls. Indirectly, the squad had been responsible for the only serious injury in the game. South High's star wide receiver had been headed down the sidelines on a fly pattern, moving like a bandit as the South quarterback had cocked his arm.

The only trouble was, the receiver got distracted by the bouncing tits of one awesome blond cheerleader and the pass nailed him hard, right in the back of the helmet. He never saw it coming. An instant later our free safety, coming full tilt in the opposite direction, hit him like a runaway train. That poor receiver was lifted about four feet off the turf. He was out cold before he hit the ground.

Oh, he got up a few minutes later and wobbled off the field, but he was out of the game with a concussion. He was smiling, though. Probably because his last memory was of that naked blonde cheerleader.

The half ended and the band director gave the signal and we stepped out on the field, lead by the drum major, as the teams made for the locker rooms. The tuba's oompahed, the drums drummed. I blatted the trombone, trying to find the notes and march and remember what I was supposed to do all at the same time. As we were in single file, I knew I stood out now, one pink figure marching along in a long line dressed in scarlet and gold.

We spelled it out in script; C-e-n-t-r-a. As we started into the "l" I realized this was my moment, and blew a clinker you could probably have heard in Toledo. Reaching the top of the letter, the trumpet player in front of me curved left, and I marched straight on ahead, out of formation, the trombone player behind me following the trumpeter.

Keeping track of the music, visualizing how the formation was moving, I wandered, conscious of every eye on me! How many thousand were staring at me as I wandered the field, totally naked, blowing my trombone? Men and women, guys and girls from toddlers up to grandparents were gaping at me. I could see the lenses of binoculars tracking me from both sides of the field and the endzones as well.

Jeeze my dick was hard! I thought of Beth somewhere up there in the stands, and got even harder. My prick wept. I wandered the fifty yard line, down to the forty, back toward the home stands. My pecker bobbed in time with the beat. I turned the "wrong" way as if seeking the band, looped back to the sidelines, marching, playing, the air touching me, my prick waving at the crowd, at the cheerleaders lined up only a few feet away, their tits jiggling as they waved their pom poms, their nipples stiff.

H-i (without the dot) g-h the band spelled out and I went into my panic mode, breaking into a run, scampering around, trying to time my run, looping around Stephanie, the flutist (or is that flautist?) so close she actually fluffed the note.

Right on the last beat I banged to a halt at the top of the "i" my lone figure dotting it perfectly. As practiced, the rest of the band went to one knee, leaving me standing, a naked exclamation point on the green grass as all those people in the stands went bananas.

I was sweating like a pig, but I'd done it, I'd pulled it off! The rest of the halftime show went like clockwork. I was marching taller and prouder than I ever had before. I thought of Beth up there in the stands, and thinking how I'd done her proud, knowing, somehow, how happy she was to be my girl. And tonight we'd go to the dance together and if everyone in school didn't already know we were a couple, they would then!

And to cap it off, we won the game on a last minute touchdown! The band played the alma mater, with all the old grads back for homecoming singing along. I even saw Beth, down from the stands, in the front of the crowd facing us. She caught my eye and beamed at me, giving me a big thumbs-up sign. After the band broke up I saw her for just a moment and she gave me a huge hug and a kiss.

"You were great!" she whispered in my ear, while other people, people I didn't know at all, were pushing close, trying to congratulate me, patting my naked back and butt. "I'll see you tonight, about 7:30?"

"You bet!" I assured her, giving her a huge hug before she vanished through the crowd.

After finally extricating myself from the mob, I headed for home, still naked, waving as cars with red and gold streamers fluttering off them drove by, honking, the people inside waving and screaming. I was happy to be walking, wishing only that Beth were with me. I was practically giddy, and the dance was still to come, I realized as I entered the house.

"How'd it go?" Mom asked.

"Great!" I enthused, tossing my trombone on the sofa and sweeping her up for a hug.

"That's my boy!" Mom exulted. "Oh, I should have been there!"

"I bet there are a dozen videotapes of it," I assured her, letting go of her. "We'll get one so you can watch it."

"I know just who to call," Mom said. "Now you go rest up a bit. Dee will be home soon and we'll have some supper before you have to get ready for the dance."

"Not much getting ready to do for me," I pointed out.

"Well, you'll want to shower and shave, at least," she scolded me. "Now scoot!" She gave my naked fanny a swat, sending me up the stairs.

I was stretched out on my bed when Dee showed up, alone, and dressed. "Way to go, Bro," she congratulated me. "Out-Standing!"

"In more ways than one," I responded. "And how did your friends enjoy the sleepover?"

"Wow! They couldn't stop talking about the entertainment, that's for sure," she answered, leaning against the door.

I reached down and waggled my cock, only half hard for a change. "Well, don't get too used to it. As of Monday I'm done with the program."

"I know it." She sighed. "Won't you go around the house naked some, though?"

I admitted I probably would. I enjoyed being naked, the feel of air touching me, the lack of constricting clothes.

"Heather is talking about having a sleepover at her place next week," Dee noted slyly. "Want to be the floor show again?"

"Ask me again next week," I countered, half intrigued with the idea, wondering if Heather's mom, the perfectly turned out suburban soccer mom, would put in an appearance. "If Beth and I don't have a date, I might."

Then I heard mom calling us for dinner and we headed downstairs. Afterwards it was into the shower. I carefully lathered my hair with conditioner shampoo, and then chuckled as I did the same for my bush, my dick stiffening at the thought of the night to come.

I was squeaky clean, carefully deodorized and combed by seven, ready to walk over to get Beth. I'd even combed my pubic hair carefully, and trimmed a few wisps that seemed particularly disorderly, though that curly bush was not something easily tamed. If I was going naked, I was determined to look my best from top to toe.

"Hold it," Mom said, focussing the camera on me. I posed, hardon and all, holding Beth's corsage in it's plastic box, smiling like an idiot as the flash went off.

"What time will you be home?" Mom asked after taking another for safety's sake, and then yet another with my arm around my sister.

"Beth has to be in by 12:30," I explained. "But Mr. Finch said I could come in after. I don't know, maybe 1:30?"

Mom eyed me, and I knew she was thinking of our little "lesson" of the morning. "If you'll be later than 2:30, give me a call, okay?"

I hadn't expected that. "Sure thing!" I agreed, eagerly, reaching for my topcoat. It was a cool night out, and anyway, I wanted to make a more dramatic entrance than just strolling in naked.

The satin lining of the coat feelt cool and slippery against my skin as I made my way to Beth's door. My heart was doing a jig as I rang the doorbell, anticipating how pretty she'd be in a party dress.

Mr. Finch let me in, greeting me a little stiffly, but courteously, and I realized that he was actually a bit shy. "Come in, come in," he urged. "Beth will be down in a moment. She and Mildred are upstairs, doing girl things. I saw you at the game today."

"Uh, thanks," I responded, unsure of how he'd taken the display.

"Have a seat. I must say, I wouldn't have had the courage to do what you did," he said, taking his accustomed chair as I sat on edge of the sofa.

"It was an interesting challenge," I admitted warily. Now that it was over, I had to admit that I'd enjoyed it. "It was a great game, too," I added, trying to get the conversation off me.

"It was indeed," Mr. Finch agreed. "Ah, here are our ladies now!"

Reflexively, I got to my feet as Mrs. Finch came into the room, followed by Beth. I was a bit disappointed to see she was already wearing her coat all done up, belted at the waist. I'd been looking forward to seeing her dress, after all. But then, I'd see that at the dance, so I guessed it really didn't matter.

She was beautiful anyway. Earrings glittered on each lobe, and a necklace at her throat. Her hair was up in an elegant sort of sweep, with little sparkles in it. Silver shoes twinkled on her dainty feet. She was wearing makeup, lipstick reddening her lips, some blush on her cheeks, and she'd done something to her eyes to bring out the hazle in them.

"You're beautiful," I breathed softly at the sight of her.

She dimpled, and curtseyed. "Thank you! You look pretty good yourself."

"Well, it's the best I can do," I temporized.

"You look fine," Mrs. Finch assured me. "And, judging by what I saw at the game, you will look fine at the dance, too."

"Oh, Mom," Beth chided her.

I blushed. "Thank you, Mrs. Finch. That means a lot to me. Uh, here's your corsage." I offered Beth the box, but she just held her arm out to me, so I fumbled open the container and drew out the flowers.

I'll never smell the sweetness of camelias again without thinking of that night. Carefully, I slipped the corsage on her wrist, and she lifted it and buried her nose in its fragrance for a moment. Then she gave me a quick kiss.

"Thank you! It's just perfect!"

And it was, I knew it was.

"Now, let us get a couple of pictures of you," Mrs. Finch insisted.

I started to unbutton my coat, but she waved that away. "Oh, keep your coat on, Carl. Save that for the dance!"

"Yes'm," I agreed. I was worried more about the way my hardon was tenting out the overcoat, but no one but me seemed to notice it.

Beth picked up a sparkly little purse from the table by the door, and then we were out the door, on our way to the ball!

It was a cool, clear night. The stars were beautiful. As we walked along Beth held my arm close. After being naked with her so much it felt a little strange to be wearing something, though the cool air sneaking up inside the top coat reminded me of how I was under it.

School was all lighted up, with a crowd of kids around the door. The guys were in suits, a few even in tuxedos. The girls were wearing fancy dresses, low cut. Bare shoulders and bare backs seemed to be the order of the day for them. They were all made up and looking their best, but I didn't think any of them could hold a candle to Beth, of course.

"Hey, Carl, whatcha got on under that coat?" someone asked.

"Come on in and find out," I challenged. To my surprise, quite a few of them followed as we made our way to the cloak room. I guess it was no secret what I was wearing.

Beth stood aside in the crowded hallway as I stripped off my overcoat, baring myself to the crowd, collecting a gale of whistles and cat calls. Some of the girls, I noticed, gave me a very thorough once over. Their dates moved closer to them, putting their arms possessively around waists or bare shoulders.

After handing my coat to the girl at the counter I turned to Beth. Facing me boldly, she unfastened one button at the top, the coat opening part way, but not revealing much of anything.

Her eyes were very bright, fastened on me, and I could see the pulse in her throat, quick and fast for some reason. Her hands trembled as she unfastened the belt. Then she spread her coat open, letting it slide off her shoulders, and I saw what she had been hiding. Only at the last moment did I manage to leap forward and catch her coat before it fell on the floor, and there was a breathless hush in the hallway.

Because Beth was as naked as I was!



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Chapter 15

Saturday Night

No, I take that back. Beth had on jewelry, of course, a necklace and earrings, and the corsage. She also had a little golden ribbon, tied in a dainty bow, decorating the soft, pale brown bush nestled between her sweet, slender thighs.

For a moment, I swear, my heart stopped dead, and I stopped breathing. In fact, it seemed the whole school, the whole world was holding its breath!

She was so beautiful!

Then I realized she was looking at me anxiously, and I broke out of my paralysis. "You're beautiful!" I said softly.

"You think so?" she asked fearfully, her eyes boring into mine.

"I know so." As far as I was concerned, we were the only two people there. "You are - I don't know words to - I don't know what to say!" Blindly I handed Beth's coat to the girl checking them.

Beth was exquisite. Her breasts were more beautiful than I had imagined they could be, gentle mounds capped with delicate pink nipples. Her waist was trim, and she had the gentlest rounding to her tummy and graceful hips. Her skin seemed to glow. Her bush was light brown, set off by the delicate golden bow. Her legs were slender and graceful, the shoes were silver, sparkling, catching the light like jewels on her dainty feet.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen I my life," I assured her sincerely. With her hair up, her neck was as graceful as a swan's. Even the curve of her collar bone was beautiful.

She turned gracefully in front of me, her arms out from her sides a little, her tight little bottom flexing as her heels clicked on the hard floor. Her back was straight and smooth, her shoulder blades graceful curves.

Then she turned gracefully to face me again, smiling shyly, licking her lips. I wanted to sweep her into my arms, but restrained myself, reaching for her hands. I drew her close, but not touching, and kissed her tenderly, and as I did, a wave of applause swept through the crowd.

"Let's go into the dance," she suggested softly, retrieving her little purse from the counter before taking my arm. She pressed my naked arm against her warm, soft, bare breast, and I couldn't keep from looking down at her, at the lovely peaks of her tits, her bare shoulders, her bare - her bare everything!

The crowd made way for us and the people crowding the door to the gym, drawn by the noises from the hallway, fell back away as we entered. It was like the parting of the Red Sea!

The gym had been turned into a wonderland of crepe paper streamers. Electric candles graced circular tables, and overhead a mirrored globe turned, sending beams of colored light dancing around the walls.

I dithered, finally finding a table that seemed vacant a ways back from the dance floor, not too close the speakers so we wouldn't be deafened. I drew out a chair for Beth and she sat down, letting out a little squeal when her bare buttocks contaced the metal seat. "Yow, that's cold!" She giggled nervously.

I settled beside her, conscious of how everyone was looking but trying not to look at us. "It'll warm up. You get used to it."

We clung to each other. Well, I clung to her, and she clung to me. Maybe she was clinging to me for security, but I wanted to touch her, hold her. Once again she'd given me a gift that I could see no way of equaling. "I can't believe you did this for me! You're not only beautiful. You're braver than I am!"

She smiled at me, and giggled softly, her dimples deep. "Well, I didn't want to be over-dressed, after all."

"You are so beautiful!" I felt like a dork, but it was all I could think of to say.

"I bet you say that to all the naked girls you meet," she teased, squeezing my arm.

"I do not!" I protested. "You're the first ever. And," I went on, "I would like to point out that I have showered with the girls from gym every day for the last week! None of them can hold a candle to you!"

I wanted her in my arms. "Would you like to dance?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she agreed. I held her chair, helped her up and we held hands as we wended our way to the dance floor.

"Oh!" She let out a little squeal. "Someone pinched me!"

I glared back at the table we'd just passed, but everyone looked innocent. Too innocent, I decided, marking that as a table to be avoided. If it happened again I'd talk to the chaperones.

Then we were on the dance floor and nothing mattered. My arm went around her slender, naked waist and she rested her hand on my shoulder. At first we were hesitant, holding each other stiffly, formally, not touching too much. I was intensely aware of my jutting hardon, almost as if I were afraid I'd stab her in the belly with it.

"Don't smudge my makeup," she warned me as we began to move.

I glanced down at her body, doubting I'd ever tire of the sight of it. "You mean, you..."

She giggled. "Well, a girl wants to look her best when she goes out! Mom helped - a touch of blush on my nipples, a little light base."

"Wow!" I didn't know what else to say.

Everyone was watching us, too. I was so aware of the warmth of her body close to mine! I was holding this exquisite, delicate creature, afraid if I squeezed too hard she would shatter in my hands.

But slowly, we drew closer together. Her tits touched my chest, my dick brushed her tummy. She was warm, and soft, and yielding and soon she was nestled against me as we danced to the slow tune that was playing, and neither of us cared about whether her makeup got smudged or not.

It was almost a shock when the slow tune ended and the music shifted to something faster. We separated, holding hands, moving to the beat, and I felt my hardon waving heavily and I didn't care. Her little titties jiggled as we danced. Around us the lights danced, the dancers whirled and stepped and shook, but I only had eyes for her.

Neither of us really knew what we were doing on the fast dance, but it didn't matter. We were laughing by the time the music ended. Along with half the crowd, we headed for the refreshments. The third time some bozo tried to cop a feel off Beth I eased her in front of me, wrapping my arms around her from behind as we worked our way through the crowd.

Beth nuzzled her head back against me as my dick nuzzled her back. She was enough shorter I wasn't trying to bugger her, but all I'd have had to do was bend my knees a little to slide my hard cock up along the crack of her ass. She teased me by pushing her butt back, throwing me a wicked look over her shoulder. Then she slid my hand up to cup her soft, warm, bare breast with its hard little nipple, and the breath caught in my throat again. It was a perfect handful.

Back at the table with our sodas, we pushed our chairs close together. She was on my right, and I felt her left hand on my thigh.

There were some other kids at the table, of course, and we talked with them about the music and the dancing. They wanted to know what it was like to go around naked, so we talked a bit about that. Stephanie was there - she'd come stag, I guess. She was wearing a pretty dress, the neckline showing off her generous boobs nicely.

Then the music started up again, and everyone but us and Stephanie got up to dance. The plump girl seemed to sag into a sad reverie, so I turned my attention to Beth, not a hard thing to do.

Beth grinned at me, drinking with her right hand, sliding her left farther up my naked thigh beneath the paper table cloth. Then her delicate fingers curled around my hardon and she gave it a squeeze and I thought I was going to cum right then. I leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she turned her head and our mouths met.

"I washed my hair with conditioner," she said after breaking the kiss. "It's nice and soft."

So I reached for her head with my left hand.

"Not that hair!" She giggled softly, nudging my leg with hers under the table.

I flushed. "Oh!" Sliding my hand up her thigh, I felt the soft curls of her pussy. Her thighs opened, letting my fingers nestle between them against the warm, humid softness of her pussy.

"Oh, that's nice," she purred when I moved my fingers against her.

"Like that?" I asked, my dick leaking precum.

"Uhm hmmmm," she assured me, stroking my cock, running her thumb over the head of it, spreading my precum around and coaxing another wave of it out. I worked my fingers deeper into her pussy and felt hot, slick, wet folds of flesh.

I was in her slit!

"Oh yes," she hissed. "Don't stop."

I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, if anyone could see what we were doing under the table. Stephanie seemed to be daydreaming, looking out at the dance floor. Then I glanced down. Beth's tits were stiff, her chest was moving raggedly. "If you don't stop, I'm going to cum," I warned her.

"So am I," she moaned. "Oh, my, please don't stop."

"Oh," I groaned. "Oh, God!"

She was working her crotch against my fingers now, her hips rocking, my fingers deep in her slit, rubbing her hot flesh. Meanwhile I was trying not to hump her hand too obviously.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she panted. "Nnnnnngggggghhhhhhh!" It was soft, the music was loud. I don't think anyone heard her, but I could feel her tummy muscles and her cunny muscles clenching and clenching and clenching.

That was all it took - that and her hand working my burning hardon. My gut pulsed and I felt cum erupting in hot, sweet spurts, my groin convulsing as my balls emptied themselves all over her hand and my dork in thick, gooey globs.

"Oh gosh," she sighed, leaning against me wearily.

"Sorry," I apologized, thinking of the mess.

"Don't apologize for that!" she giggled. "That was wonderful!"

With my free hand, I reached for some paper napkins and slipped them under the table. Together, giggling and squirming no more than if we were just snuggling and laughing, we tried to mop up the mess.

"I think a trip to the ladies room might be in order," Beth suggested with a giggle.

I looked up, into Stephanie's eyes. They were wide. "Did you guys just... ?" she asked, aghast.

"Want to go to the ladies room with me?" Beth asked. "I might tell you."

"You're -"

"Come on," Beth urged Stephanie. I got up, sheepishly aware of the slimey state of my crotch, holding a handful of napkins in front of it. Together the three of us beat a hasty retreat to the rest rooms.

Once there I ditched the napkins in the trash and peed, standing in front of the urinal until the three guys that were in there had left. Then I went to the sink and tried to clean up a bit. Wet paper towels sluiced away my cum, but I wished I'd brought my comb with me to tidy up more down there.

Beth and Stephanie were arm in arm, thick as thieves when I came out. It looked to me like Beth had somehow convinced Stephanie to work the neckline of her dress a bit lower, so even more of her awesome tits showed, almost to the nipple. Together the three of us headed back toward our table when I spotted Jerry Wilson standing along the wall and got an idea. Steering us in that direction, I introduced him to Stephanie, knowing he had a real thing for big boobs.

Sure enough, he and Steph hit it off and Beth and I made our way to the table to drop off her purse, then to the dance floor again. For the time being, at least, my dick was down. That lasted about a minute into the next slow number, when I snuggled Beth close against me again, this time abandoning the formal dancing pose to just wrap our arms around each other. Her warm, naked body molded itself to mine, and she squirmed her bare tits against my chest. My cock swiftly rose to the challenge, of course.

We danced, and partied with friends, and snacked. At one point, near the end of the evening, as we danced slowly, Beth captured my right leg between hers. She was pressing and rubbing her crotch against my thigh, and I could feel her pubic hair, feel her juices on me, while I was humping my hardon against her tummy.

If the chaperones had known what we were doing they'd have probably fainted, but Beth was soon panting, and my cock was aflame, until finally it let loose, pulsing against her as hot cum spurted up between us, making us both sticky again. Beth moaned softly, quivering against me, and I knew she was cumming, too.

That made for another trip to the restrooms, only this time we took a detour and wound up in the girls' locker room, instead. Laughing together, we cleaned each other up in the shower, somehow avoiding getting our hair wet - our head hair, anyway. Using the comb from her purse, Beth carefully combed my pubic hair, and I carefully combed hers, showering her tummy with kisses as she giggled and squirmed.

"Oh, I lost my bow," she pointed out mournfully when I was finished. I felt bad for her, until she giggled. "Someone's going to find it on the dance floor, I bet."

The dance was almost over, and we both felt badly about that, but I think we were both looking forward, still, too. We danced the last dance in a tight embrace, oblivious to everything but the sensation of being so close to each other.

We walked homeward, arms around each other, snuggling against the chill with only our coats between us and the night air. At her doorstep, we paused. "I had a wonderful time," she said.

"I did, too." We kissed.

"Would you like to come in? Or do you have to be home?"

"If I'm going to be later than 2:30 I'll have to call," I explained.

"Oh, good. Lots of time," she whispered with a giggle, digging out her key.

The house was dark, though I was pretty sure someone was probably awake upstairs, at least until they heard the front door close. "Let's go down to the playroom," she whispered sneakily, kicking off her shoes, dropping her coat on the floor by the door. I followed suit and we tip toed down the stairs to the basement family room, her naked body a pale ghost ahead of me until she turned on a soft light, and the electric fireplace. She got a soft drink for us to share out of a small fridge.

"That was such fun," she sighed as we snuggled on the day bed in front of the fake flames. "I had a wonderful time."

"So did I. More than once," I joked, and she poked me in the arm. "So did you," I pointed out.

We kissed and cuddled. Since we'd both cum twice at the dance, there was no rush. But I hadn't forgotten my promise to her, either, or what I'd learned from my Mom. "You smell good," I said, nuzzling her perfumed hair. It had come down, loose ringlets trailing around neck and ears.

"Thank you," she purred, toying with my cock.

"Do you taste as good as you smell?" I wondered aloud.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well." I licked her ear. "Like here."

"Mmmmmm." She purred.

"And here, maybe?" I nibbled on her neck with my lips. "Oh, yes, you definitely taste good." My hand was cupping her tit, my thumb playing with her nipple.

I kissed her lips, and our tongues played tag.

"What are you doing?" she asked when I moved on down toward the soft, sweet treasures of her titties, pausing to lick the hollow of her throat.

I nibbled my way lower, her fingers combing through my hair as I did. "This is for you," I explained softly, just before my lips closed on her nipple.

"Oh!" She gasped. "Oh wow!"

I sucked on her tit, nipped it gently with my teeth, and her arms curled around my head, holding me close.

But that wasn't my ultimate goal. Gently, I eased her down on her back, playing with her sweet, soft breasts again, nibbling my way down her torso.

"What are you doing?!" she asked, almost as if she were afraid.

"Sssshhhh," I soothed her. "This is for you."

"But..." Her voice cut off as my tongue found her navel and probed it. "Oh, gosh!"

I had to slide down to the floor, lifting one of her legs on to the daybed, stroking her thigh as I opened her crotch to me. For a moment she trembled, cupping her sex with her hand, but I moved it aside as I showered kisses on the inside of her thighs, then across her tummy just above her frangrant bush.

"Ohmygosh," Beth whimpered. "You shouldn't. You don't need to!"

I lifted up and looked up at her, loving the sight of her naked breasts as she looked down at me. "But I want to. I want to, very much. This is for you!" I assured her.

Then my mouth was settling on her sweet pussy, my lips tugging at her hair before my tongue began exploring that soft, shy forest to find her slit, and she moaned, her hands caressing my head, the last of her resistance draining away. "Oh, Carl," she moaned.

Enjoying every moment of it, of the way she sighed and moaned and said my name, I feasted between her thighs for a long time, teasing, tantalizing her. Her hips would start to hump, and I'd ease off, wanting this never to end. Then I'd dive back in, my tongue probing deeper each time.

She spread her legs wantonly wide. I suckled on her clit, then probed her hot cunny with my tongue, reaching as far into her as I could, her fingers knotting in my hair with passion. Her fragrant juices coated my lips, my cheeks, my chin and nose. I was engulfed in her delicious scent.

"Oh, let me cum," she finally pleaded, and I couldn't hold back any longer, my lips sucking on her clit, my tongue flicking it as I slid a finger into her hot, wet cunt and she wailed her ecstasy, her thighs clamping around my head as she orgasmed for what seemed like forever, her pussy spasming around my finger until she slumped with exhaustion.

Then I eased back up, sliding along her until we were in each other's arms, lying together on the day bed, our legs tangling, kissing.

"That was unbelievable," she said with a sigh.

"You do taste good all over," I assured her, and she licked her pussy juices off my face.

"Mmmmmm. I'd say I do, too," she agreed, an we laughed softly into each other's neck. Her hand found my cock. "Would you like me to..."

I shook my head. "No. I meant what I said. That was just for you. Besides, I don't think I have any more in me, to tell the truth. And anyway, I have to be going home."

"Must you?"

I nodded. "Mom will be waiting up."

"She's a pretty good mom, isn't she," Beth observed as we untangled ourself and sat up.

"She's the best," I answered, thinking Beth didn't know the half of it. "I don't want her to worry."

Up by the door it was hard saying good night, with lots of hugs and kisses, but I finally had to make my way home, wrapping my coat around me to keep off the night chill, holding close the memory of the feeling of Beth against me.

Mom was waiting up, though not downstairs. She came to my room, wearing the same robe she'd been wearing that morning, as I was pulling the covers down on my bed.

"Well, how was it?" she asked, leaning against the door.

"Wonderful," I answered, knowing the word was totally inadequate.

"Did Beth have a good time?"

"Uh huh." I looked at her. "Thanks, Mom."

"For what?" she asked, a knowing twinkle in her eye.

"For everything. For this morning," I admitted. Then I gave her a hug. "For signing me up for the program. It did me a lot of good."

"I think it did us all a lot of good. Sleep tight, son."

"You, too, Mom."

It was going to feel strange to be wearing clothes to school again. A relief, in a way, but not, in others. Maybe once a week I'd go without. Maybe Beth would, too, I thought, just before I fell asleep.


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