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***This is a work of fiction.  It contains mature subject matter
and graphic sex.  If you are underage or if such subject matter
is offensive to you please stop reading and go elsewhere.***

Review
Lisa Armstrong is an 18 year old freshman at Southeastern
University.  She has enrolled in Human Sexuality 201 - a course
that has never been offered at this school before.  It is a hands
on class studying every aspect of sexuality.  The course is
taught in the nude.
Ch 1 introduced the students to the class
Ch 2 each student introduced himself or herself in the nude
Ch 3 the class was forced to walk across campus nude to the
biology lab where they measured each other, intimately.
Ch 4  the students presented their term project ideas to the
class and had them "adjusted" by Ms Thompson.
Ch 5  Lisa begins her first day of dares: Stay nude until the
next class period; give 5 blow jobs after class; masturbate in a
grocery store with a cucumber.
Ch 6 - Day 2 of dares - She goes to an adult book store nude,
rides her bike nude, leads a Jr High gymnastics class nude, and
pees in public.

Chapter 7

	I woke up early Wednesday morning and lay in bed, thinking.  My
Human Sexuality class was today.  I couldn't believe that I had
only been in this class for one week.
	I felt like someone had turned on a light in an otherwise dark
room.  My whole life had changed in the course of less than a
week.
	Before I came to Southeastern I had only had sex with one other
person.  I wasn't really a prude.  But no one had seen me nude
except the girls on my gymnastics team, and that was only when
changing.  I had masturbated occasionally, but only in private. 
Sex was something to be giggled over. Dark.  Mysterious. 
Unknown.
	In the course of one week I had given 5 blow jobs, masturbated
(or climaxed) in public numerous times, strode around campus
nude, ridden my bike through town nude, led a junior high
gymnastics course nude, and even practiced gymnastics nude!
	How could I have changed so drastically?
	I had no idea.  I simply knew that I liked it.  I loved to be
nude - all the time!  I loved the way the sheets felt against my
nude body at night.  I loved the way the wind blew against my
moist pussy as I rode my bike.  I tingled whenever people looked
at me as I walked in public, nude.  And I got an insane thrill
whenever I was forced to do the unexpected, the perverse, in
public.
	My friends and I had giggled about "sluts" at school, calling
them nymphomaniacs.  I'd about decided that I really was one.
	Instead of being apprehensive at the thought of what this day
might hold, I anticipated it like I had never anticipated
anything else.  
	I sat up and pulled the dares bag over to me.  Closing my eyes I
pulled out three cards.
	"Volunteer to be a nude model for the art department."
	"Masturbate in the dining room today, using food as a dildo."
	"Spend the day topless and wear nipple clamps all day."
	O.K.
	I could tell that I was going to become a regular customer at
the adult bookstore down the road.  I'd have to go there this
morning and buy some nipple clamps.  Since I had to stay nude
until class was over, I'd have to go in the nude.  I was sure
they wouldn't mind.
	I rolled out of bed and took my shower.  Combing my long dark
hair out and letting it flow free, I got my book bag and walked
out.  It was still pretty early.  Much of the dorm was still
asleep.
	I went out and got on my bike.  As I peddled leisurely through
the campus I wiggled my ass until I had wedged the seat firmly
between my pussy lips.  It felt good to feel the rolling pressure
against my clit.
	I still felt sore from the ben wa balls.  It wasn't so much from
the irritation.  It was muscular.  I had been working those
muscles so hard to hold the balls inside.  I felt like I did when
I had a particularly hard workout after taking a week off.  I
realized that if I kept using them on a semi regular basis I'd be
able to open beer bottles with my cunt!
	I pulled up to the adult bookstore and walked inside as though
it was the most natural thing in the world.  I knew that inside
men would be leering at my nude body.  I was frightened.  I was
nervous.  And I was excited as hell.  My juices had started
flowing from that bike ride and I actually wanted the men to look
at me.
	"Hello Lisa," boomed the man behind the counter.  "It's a
pleasure to have you visit my establishment again!"
	His greeting caused every man in the place to turn and stare.
	I smiled and ducked my head somewhat.
	"Morning," I mumbled.
	"What can I get you this morning, darlin'?"
	Looking up, I grinned and said, "I've been dared to wear nipple
clamps all day.  Do you have any?"
	"Right this way, my lady."
	He led me around the counter again, past the men (who all seemed
to have quit shopping for the time being).
	In a glass counter were dozens of different kinds of clamps.
	"Are you pierced?"
	"What?"
	"Are your nipples pierced?" he asked.
	"Oh.  No," I replied.
	"O.K.  I have several different pair, from the purely
utilitarian," he set out a small package with two silver clamps,
"to the beautiful."  He pointed out a pair of gold clamps and a
gold chain connecting them to a necklace.
	"I've never bought anything like this.  I'm not sure what to
get."
	"Well, darlin'.  There are two main types.  One just clamps down
like a clothes pin and one screws down, allowing you to determine
how tight they are.  Why don't you try some on?"
	I was startled at the suggestion.  I had intended to put them on
in the store, just like yesterday.  But I hadn't really thought
about modeling them for the men standing around me, murmuring
encouragement.
	"O.K.  I guess."
	He carefully opened a package.  Instead of handing them to me,
he reached forward and massaged my nipple to bring it to
attention.
	I gasped, surprised, almost angry.  He smiled at me as though
this was the way it was supposed to be done.  I knew better, of
course.  But his rough hands felt good, so I let him do it.
	He opened the clamp and attached it to my nipple.
	"Ouch!" I cried.  "That hurts."  The clamp was like a clothes
pin and was firmly biting into my left nipple.
	"Well, darlin'.  This is one that you can't adjust.  If you wear
it all day you'll become quite sore."
	"Well, I don't wan that.  Take it off."  I leaned forward,
offering him my breast.
	He released it and opened another package.
	"This one is adjustable," he said.
	Reaching for my right breast, he carefully inserted my nipple
and screwed it on.  It felt tight, but it didn't hurt.  In fact,
it felt pretty good.  I turned to show my audience.  They all
voiced their approval.
	"Much better," I stated.  "Show me some of those prettierones."
	He pulled out the necklace I was looking at.  It was
quite a contraption.  A gold chain went around my neck like a
chocker. A chain came down the middle and split into two chains
that went to by breasts.  A nipple clamp then attached to my
nipples.  The chain continued down to another chain that
encircled my waist.  If these chains hung loose they simply
looked nice.  However, they could be tightened so that they
pulled on my nipples whenever I moved. I could adjust it as tight
as I wanted.  It felt great.  And my audience obviously thought
they looked great as well.
	"How much are they?" I asked.
	"Well, darlin'. You picked the Cadillac of nipple clamps. 
That's 14 caret gold.  A real piece of jewelry.  Price is
$249.99."
	I gasped.  My parents aren't poor and I got a nice allowance,
but there was no way I could afford to pay that much for nipple
clamps.
	I must of looked like a little girl that only got clothes for
her 6th birthday!
	I started to take them off when one of the men behind me spoke
up.
	"I'll pay fifty of it."
	"Yeah, I'll put in twenty."
	"Hey, I'd pay $30 for this kind of show any day!"
	I turned and stared at them.  Before I knew it, $250 was sitting
on the counter.
	I beamed at the men.  "Thank you!  Thank you so much!"
	An old cowboy at the front of the group replied, "Well, little
girl, it ain't often that these old eyes get a chance to see
somethin as beautiful as you.  It's the least we can do to make
you happy."
	I walked over to him, pressed my body against him, and kissed
his cheek.  Then I turned to the next man, and the next.  I
pressed my breasts and pussy against each man and kissed him
tenderly on the cheek.  Each one hugged me lightly, some
caressing my ass.  No one tried to assault me; they were all
perfect gentlemen.
	With my eyes tearing up in gratitude, my nipples clamped
securely, the chains pulling then gently up, I walked out of the
store.
	Riding back to campus was a whole new experience.  I had
tightened the chains so that they pulled on my nipples each time
I twisted or turned.  Needless to say, my nipples were being
constantly pulled from one direction to the other as I rode.  It
felt sensational.
	I rode back to my dorm, locked up my bike, and walked to the
dining hall.  I had about 45 minutes before class, just enough
time for breakfast and my next dare.
	I ran into Janet, Ashley and Steve on my way in.  Janet's
project related to wearing extremely revealing clothes.  Today
she wore a pair of denim overalls with no shirt underneath.  This
left her breasts completely visible unless you were standing
directly in front of her.  She had ripped large holes in the
legs, including one near her crotch.  Since the outfit was baggy
her shaved pussy was visible if she sat or moved in just the
right way.  She looked incredible.
	Ashley and Steve had both paired up since both of them were
experimenting with "accidental" exposure.  Ashley wore a light
sundress that buttoned up the front.  Several buttons had popped
open around her breasts.  For the moment, Steve looked normal in
a jeans and a T shirt.
	They all thought my "outfit" was fantastic.  Somehow the chains
simply accentuated my nudity.
	I was already excited at the prospect of masturbating at
breakfast.  I still don't understand how I could have changed
into such a nymphomaniac so quickly.  I literally couldn't wait
for an audience!
	As I went through the line I thought carefully about the dare. 
I wasn't required to masturbate to climax.  I was simply required
to masturbate with my food.  I had to go to class afterwards, so
I didn't really want to get to messy.
	I went to the fruit bar and filled my plate with strawberries,
grapes, cantaloupe cut into bite size chunks, an orange, and (of
course) a banana.  With a cup of coffee (for my mouth, not my
pussy - I'm not into pain!) I was ready to play!
	When we got to the table, I climbed up and sat my bare ass right
on the table instead of sitting in the chairs.  Steve, Ashley,
and Janet just stared at me.  I had intentionally kept them in
the dark.
	I picked up a piece of cantaloupe, opened my legs, and slid it
into my dripping pussy.  My God it felt cold.  Shivers flowed
through my cunt and up spine.
	I looked up.  Steve's mouth was hanging open.  Ashley and Janet
just grinned.  No one else had noticed yet.
	"One of my dares," I explained, sliding a large strawberry in
behind the cantaloupe.
	Ashley seems to take perverse pleasure in "helping me out."  
	"Hey everybody!" she yelled.  "Lisa's fuckin' her food!"
	Talk about a conversation stopper!
	The dining room was relatively full.  It was the natural meeting
place before going to class.  Class was the last thing on
anyone's mind at this point.  Everyone was staring at me!
	I knew people were going to be staring at me.  I mean, I was
sitting nude on top of the table!  But I didn't really expect it
to be broadcast around the room!  But it was kind of exciting.
	I slid more fruit inside me.  Another bite of cantaloupe.  A
handful of grapes.  A couple of more strawberries.  Before long
almost the whole bowl of fruit pieces was filling my pussy. 
Juice was running out and pooling between my legs.  
	I'd never felt anything like this before.  Completely full. 
Cool - almost cold inside.
	I stood up and squatted over the bowl again.
	Without using my hands, I began pushing the fruit out.  It took
enormous control.  I wanted to squeeze it all out, but if I did
that I would crush the fruit.  Gently I pushed until, with a
plop, a grape fell into the bowl.  Then a strawberry.  A bite of
cantaloupe.  Just as another strawberry popped out Steve reached
under and caught it, popping it into his mouth!
	"Better than whipped cream!" he exclaimed.
	I kept pushing until I felt like I had gotten it all out.
	"Steve, would you mind checking to make sure that nothing is
left inside?" I asked.
	I leaned back on my hands and raised my pussy up, widening my
legs even more.
	He gently slid his finger inside me and moved it around.  Then
another and another.  I could feel him wiggling his fingers
inside of me.
	"There's something still in there," he said.
	He kept reaching, but it was just out of reach.
	"Janet, you have small hands.  See if you can get it," he said.
	Janet stepped up, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.  She slipped
two fingers inside.  Then a third.  Then a forth!  I could feel
them rolling around inside me.  Beads of sweat were forming
around my nipples.  My breathing was getting heavier andheavier.
	"I can feel it too, but I can't get it."
	She slid out for a moment and then pushed in again, sliding her
thumb in as well.  I looked down and realized her entire hand, up
to her wrist was inside my pussy!
	Instead of reaching for the food, she wiggled her fingers like
an octopus.  My whole body spasmed, my back arched.  I screamed
as a waves of pleasure rolled up my back.  She didn't stop, and
neither did I.  I pushed down, feeling her hand fill my pussy,
her fingers wiggling wildly.
	Slowly the world came back into focus.  The entire dining room
was looking at me, leaning back on my hands and feet, with my
pussy in the air, Janet's hand entirely inside me.
	"I think I've got it!" she exclaimed, withdrawing her hand with
a small purple grape inside it.  Grinning, she popped it in her
mouth.
	I lowered myself down onto my back and lay there, spread eagled,
the bowl of fruit between my legs.  The crowd were starting to
disperse, most shaking their heads and laughing amongthemselves.
	I sat up and started eating the fruit.  It was sweet
with a tinge of saltiness.  I thought it was great!  Ashley,
Steve, and Janet decided it was a community bowl and helped
themselves.  Before I knew it, the bowl was empty and I was still
hungry.
	I started peeling the orange.
	"You're not going to put that in you, are you?!" said Janet.
	"Sure.  Why not?" I replied.
	"It'll sting," she stated.  "Oranges are full of acid and it'll
hurt like hell!"
	I grinned as I started pulling the pieces off and putting them
in the bowl.
	"A dare's a dare," I said as I pulled my feet under me and
squatted on the table again.
	Gingerly I started sliding them into me again.  I was still wet
(and a little sticky) from my previous course.  To begin with I
didn't feel much at all.  The thin orange skin kept the juice
inside.  It wasn't cold like the other fruit was.  I began to
feel disappointed.
	It was a big orange, though.  Soon I began to feel full again. 
I kept pushing the slices in.  As I did so, the skins began to
break and the juice began leaking out of my pussy.  Janet thought
it would sting.  I'm not really sure how to describe it.  It
stung.  But it was almost pleasant.  It felt almost like my whole
pussy was vibrating.  It heightened my senses so that I could
feel every cell in my juicy (literally) pussy.
	I lay back and relaxed.  It felt good.  It felt weird.  I wasn't
sure if I liked it or not.
	I sat up and squeezed them out again.  I guess because of their
size I didn't have any problem this time.  Each piece slid out
with ease.
	Once again, all four of us enjoyed them together.
	By now it was 7:50.  Class started in ten minutes.  Time to quit
playing with my food.
	I picked up my banana and decided to just eat it as we walked to
class.  We gathered our stuff and headed out.
	"I wonder if anyone'll complain about the table being sticky?"
giggled Janet.
	We all laughed.
	To tell you the truth, class was a little bit of a let down. 
This was just the fourth session.  The other three had been so
exciting that we had forgotten that this was supposed to be a
serious study of human sexuality.  No body fucked anyone on the
desk or anything!
	Instead, Ms Thompson spent most of the class lecturing on
sexuality in general and the hang ups regarding sex in our
society in particular.
	Even so, there we sat, thirty nude students and one nude
teacher.
	She left about ten minutes for us to discuss our term projects.
Mine seemed to be the most outrageous, but there were some others
that were pretty far out there as well.
	The class also turned in their dares for me.  I ended up with a
large bag of cards, some with items attached, for me to draw
some.
	I had a couple of questions regarding the dares.  What happens
if two dares conflict?  For example, one dare says I have to be
nude all day and another that I must perform a striptease.  I was
told to put the second conflicting dare back in the bag and draw
again.
	What happens if one dare requires an entire term to complete? 
For example, told to stay nude for the entire term.  I was told
that each dare should last 24 hours.  If the dare states a longer
time period I have the right to shorten it to one day.
	I was also concerned about my gymnastics.  I stated that I would
not risk my health or my scholarship for a dare.
	No one seemed to understand what I meant.  I told them that I
had known a man who left his wedding ring on while practicing the
parallel bars.  His ring got caught and tore his whole finger
off.  I refused to wear any rings or clamps while working out. 
The class agreed that was acceptable.
	I also stated that it was necessary for me to wear clothes for
official tournaments.  Even if I received permission to compete
nude, I was certain that the judges would hold it against me. 
Since my scholarship was dependent on my success, I could not
risk that.
	After some debate, the class and teacher agreed that I could
override a dare during a competition.
	The class was really getting into this project of mine.  Someone
asked if it would be possible to add special dares during the
course of the term based on what may be happening in my life at
the time.
	Ms Thompson thought that was a great idea.  It as determined
that she or the class as a whole could give me additional dares
throughout the semester as long as they related to something in
particular that we were studying at the time or related to an
unusual event occurring in my life or on campus.
	As class was dismissed I realized that I had neglected to bring
any pants.  My nudity dare was over, but the dare for today
included being topless, so I couldn't wear a shirt.  Oh well.  I
had gone to Dr. Johnson's psychology class nude on Monday.  May
as well go again today.
	As I gathered my things to leave Ms Thompson stopped me.
	"Lisa.  Your nudity dare is over.  Shouldn't you be getting
dressed?" she asked.
	"My dare today demanded that I stay topless," I replied.
	"And bottomless?"
	"No ma'am."
	"Lisa.  Your project is to study the your responses and the
responses of others to your dares.  Becoming to accustomed to
public nudity will weaken your results.  Unless specified in your
dare, you need to wear some type of clothing.  Is that clear?"
	"Yes ma'am.  I guess that makes sense.  I'll get dressed after
my next class."
	"All right," she replied.  "I'm proud of the way you have taken
to this so quickly, Lisa.  You are quite unusual."
	"Thank you."
	I walked out and headed to class.
	As before, I was seated at eye level.  Opening my legs allowed
Dr. Johnson an intimate view of my pussy.  Even though I enjoyed
teasing him, I quickly realized that this class was for real.  I
had to listen and take notes or I was bound to fail.  The class
flew by.  I had actually become comfortable taking notes in the
nude.  I felt great!
	I had mixed feeling as I headed back to the dorm.  I had gotten
used to being nude.  But I was still embarrassed some by the way
people looked at me.  I wanted to be dressed.  I wanted to be
nude.  Both at the same time.
	Nothing said how I should dress.  I wanted to wear something
sexy but I didn't have much. My family was far to conservative to
send me to college with revealing clothes.
	I had managed to buy a pair of low rider jeans and a thong
without my parents knowledge (what a rebel, huh).  I pulled the
jeans on.  They were really tight and hung really low on my hips.
 Without panties on my crack was clearly visible, especially when
I sat.  I grabbed the thong and stuffed it in my purse forlater.
	I looked in the mirror before I headed out.  My body was
thin and muscular.  The nipple clamps and accompanying gold chain
brought attention to my small breasts.  My jeans hung low and
tight. They hid very little.
	I tightened the nipple clamps a bit and headed to lunch.
	After lunch I went to the art department and spoke to the dean.
She was thrilled with my offer to pose as a nude or erotic model.
 She stated that it was difficult to find students to pose nude
and even more difficult to find students willing to pose for
erotica.   She took my name and number and promised to get in
touch with me.  I'm not sure what she has in mind.
	At gymnastics I went in the locker room, stripped, and pulled on
my thong.  It was a small, white, cotton, French cut thong that
slid nicely into my ass and barely covered my pussy.  I knew that
as I stretched and worked out it would soon be completely
enveloped by my pussy lips. 
	Coach Perrin grinned as I came out.  By now everyone on the team
was aware of my project.  They were all really curious about it.
I had expected some to be upset with me.  Instead, they thought
it was cool that I would do something like this.  We ended up
spending almost half the session discussing it.
	They all wanted to know what it felt like to work out nude.  I
told them it felt great.
	Gymnasts are an unusual breed.  We had all been taking lessons
and training since we were children.  We were used to wearing
skin tight leotards with nothing underneath.  We were used too
coaches, both men and women, grabbing us and maneuvering our
bodies in rather intimate ways.  It wasn't sexual.  It was just
the way you learn.  We had all had massages over various parts of
our bodies based on various injuries or sprains.
	Basically we had learned to be comfortable with our bodies.
	But until this week, none of us had ever worked out nude - at
least not in public.
	"Maybe we should all try it," one girl stated.
	"Try what?" someone else replied.
	"Working out nude!"
	"Naked!  All of us?" a freshman guy exclaimed.
	"Yea," said one of the older guys.  "That's how the Greeks did
it.  Right coach?"
	Coach Perrin looked rather unsure about this whole conversation.
 "Yes," he replied, rather apprehensively.
	"Well that settles it!" exclaimed the first girl (her name was
Tammy and she was a junior, though I didn't know her very well).
She stood up, peeled her leotard off and threw it towards the
locker room!
	She was absolutely gorgeous.  She had deep red hair tied in a
tight pony tail.  She was deeply tanned with a bright white tan
line around her breasts and hips.  Her breasts were small and
firm.  Tight red neatly trimmed curls peaked from between her
legs.
	"Come on team!  Let's show some unity and spirit!"  She yelled.
	Rick, the senior that said Greeks worked out nude, stood up. 
"Yea!"  He boomed.  "Everyone!  Let's do it nude!"
	He pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts, revealing a hard
muscular body.  His cock was at half mast, surrounded by dark
curls.
	Rick was the unofficial leader of the team (captains had not
been chosen yet).  Once he stripped everyone else followed suit,
some less enthusiastically than others.
	Before long I was overdressed.
	"Come on Lisa!  You got us into this.  Take 'em off!"  yelled
Tammy.
	I stood up, dropped my thong, and kicked it towards the locker
room.
	Everyone looked at Coach Perrin.
	"OOOOH no!" he said.  "You kids can workout nude if you like,
but if I strip I'll be fired!  Now - Let's get to work!"  He blew
his whistle and started directing people to various apparatus.
	It was surreal.  The team wasn't very large, but everywhere I
looked there were nude bodies, bending, stretching, swinging,
bouncing.
	Some people started out trying to cover themselves with their
hands.  Coach Perrin soon stopped that by announcing that they
had chosen to strip so they had better not try to hide by God! 
Besides, it's a little hard to cover up when your hanging from
the rings or doing a handstand.
	By the end of the workout everyone was relaxed and comfortable.
Afterwards we gathered together in the center of the main mat,
one large group of sweating nude coed athletes.
	"What does everyone thing of this experiment?" asked Rick.
	Everyone seemed to voice approval.
	"All right.  Everyone in favor of making this our new workout
uniform say 'Aye'."
	A chorus of "Ayes" rang out.
	"All opposed?"
	The room was silent.
	"It's settled, then," announced Rick.  "From here on out we will
practice in the nude."
	Just like that I had converted my entire gymnastics team to nude
workouts!
	Beaming, I headed toward the locker room.
	"Lisa."
	I turned to see Coach Perrin calling to me.  I walked over to
him, a bead of sweat dripping off my nipple.
	"Yes sir?"
	"Mr. Wright was very impressed with the way you led the
gymnastics team at the junior high yesterday."
	"Thank you," I replied.
	"For several years our team has taken turns coaching the junior
high.  The problem is that rotating teachers removes consistency
from their training.  Mr. Wright would like you to coach the team
throughout the entire year."
	"Coach, I'm not sure that's a good idea.  I mean, look what my
sexuality project has done here in just three days!" I replied. 
"I projects involve completing random dares.  I have no idea what
I may be required to do."
	"Lisa, this is quite an honor.  A freshman gymnast has never
been asked to coach a junior high team before.  I've explained
your project with Mr. Wright and he doesn't see any problem with
it.  In fact, he's been trying for several years to bring a more
enlightened approach to their own sex education classes.  I think
it would be beneficial for you to accept it."
	"OK Coach.  I'll do it.  But Mr. Wright has to understand that
my class work comes first and I won't shirk my project just to
coach his team."
	"Understood," Coach Perrin replied.  "You can discuss it with
him in the morning.  He'd like to meet with you at 7:30 before
the class starts."
	"OK.  I'll be there,"  I said.
	With that, I turned and went into the locker room.
	The coach was right.  It really was an honor to be selected to
lead that team.  But it was also rather scary.  I had no idea
what lay ahead of me - or what I may be required to do next!

	

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