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Subject: {ASSM} RP Carl Naked in School 9-15/15 (mfFg exhib voy inc mast oral)
Date: Thu,  8 Nov 2001 17:10:15 -0500
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The idea for this series obviously comes from the "Karen Naked at
School" series posted by Karen Wagner back in June of this year.
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
orginal concept justice. 

Peregrinef

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Carl Naked in School 9/15 (mFfg exhib mast)

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!" Beth 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 Beth
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! 



-----------------
Carl Naked in School 10/15 (mfF exhib mast)

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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Carl Naked in School 11/15 (mf/mg/mMFf exhib inc? nosex) 

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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Carl Naked in School 12/15 (mf mg mFg+ exhib mast inc?)

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 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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Carl Naked in School 13/15 (mF oral inc)

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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Carl Naked in School 14/15 (m exhib nosex rom)

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 I 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 sparly 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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Carl Naked in School 15/15 (mf exhib mast oral rom)

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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