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Pamela, eagerly NIS

Chapter 14.  Thursday Morning


I woke up with two thoughts on my mind.  First that I was sure to make 
that dream come true.  I was really gonna enjoy a lot of sex and cap off 
the day with bed time with Dan.  Second I wondered why my arms felt so 
full.  I was on my side in bed with my arms flopped in front of me.  I 
slowly woke to the fact that I had an armful of boobs - my boobs.  I sat 
up and checked them.  They were actually sticking out.  There wasn't just 
a curve or just waves of jiggling in the softness.  There weren't just 
puffy aureoles or popped out nipples.  There were actual boobs.  They may 
have been sticking out almost an inch.

I've been using the fit of my bra as a gauge.  I tried it.  With my chest 
muscles plus that inch, the bra was full and overflowing.  The band 
didn't touch my chest in front at all.  My boobs cover so much chest area 
that they spill out around the bra cups.  No pushing or prodding would 
get all those boobs in the bra.  It looked terrible, but I was proud of 
the growth.  I'd still rather be naked, so the bra came off.

I did the shower and bathroom stuff and went to breakfast.  Mom was up 
again fixing me a big breakfast and asking about my plans for the day.  I 
covered my hopes for the hotrod club, for English class, for after 
volleyball practice and for the evening at Dan's.  The hopes for all of 
those were the same - sex, but with different people, and if possible, 
more than one at a time.

I packed my bag and the camera case and trekked to swimming.  Some of the 
boys were joking about new ways to stretch.  They said some would help 
breast growth and some would get my pussy ready for sex.  All of them 
gave onlookers a better view of me.  The girls and I rolled our eyes at 
them.  I actually did one of the more showy stretches and got gasps from 
everyone.  That may have been because I did it standing on my hands with 
my pussy right in the guy's face.  He blushed and got right in the water 
to hide the bulge in his Speedo.

The swimming workout was great.  The elite team tried sprint races 
against each other.  The rest of the team worked in the other pool so we 
had all the lanes and the electronic timer to ourselves.  We went all out 
for the whole hour and got sooo tired.  Of course I still have the 
fastest times in sprints.  I was really glad for the big breakfast.  I 
needed all that energy and now it was gone.

The school was the next stop - my locker first, then the cafeteria.  Even 
if it's not Mom's, I'll eat that food rather than mess up my calorie 
balance.  That's where the reasonable requests start, too.  Several guys 
had my schedule figured out.  They surrounded me in the food line.  With 
all the hands all over me and the tentpoles in their pants, I thought I'd 
get an early start on the sex.  No such luck.  It all ended when we got 
to the food.  Talk at the table was light, even flip, about nakedness, 
the Program and how much sex it leads to.  As much as the term `corrupt' 
came out, these guys obviously saw last night's news.

After breakfast, I invited all of them to the stripping place outside the 
front door.  The coy look, sweet words and shake of my tush promised more 
than stripping.  I probably had to promise that because I was already 
naked.  A few of those boys followed.  It was early, so there were only a 
few other students standing around.  I gave them all an open armed come-
on look.  They gathered around and started stroking everything again.  My 
boobs puffed and my pussy got wet.  Those boys all had bulges in the 
right places.

"How far can we go, Pam?" one asked.

"How far do you want to go?" I threw back at him.

"I want a blowjob, but I know that's beyond a Program request," he 
answered.

"I'd like to fuck you.  It's not a reasonable request either, but you do 
it a lot," said another one.

My hopes for the day just started early.   I stood with my feet wide 
apart and bent at the waist to put my head at the first guy's crotch.

"Got a good shot at my pussy?" I asked the second guy.  "Go ahead, but 
get everything wet first."

I unzipped the one who wanted the blowjob and wrestled his long, stiff 
cock out where my mouth could get to it.  I felt the other guy fingering 
my pussy getting things well ready.  He hit my clit a couple of times and 
I was starting to get aroused back there.  Next I had to see how well I 
could arouse the guy in front of me.

I licked his cock around its underside all up and down.  I puckered my 
lips and started kissing its tip then let my lips open as I worked down 
over his little head.  As soon as my tongue got to his dick, it started 
to work again.  I ran my lips up and down his shaft and kept my tongue 
going as far around as it would reach.  I didn't take him too far into my 
mouth at first for fear of gagging.  All went well enough and the guy 
made enough moaning noises that I got encouraged.  I went lower and lower 
on him taking more and more of him in.

His head touched the back of my mouth and I got that gag reflex again.  
That happened at the same time as the guy behind me slipped his cock into 
my pussy.  I pulled off the blowjob, but everyone thought it was because 
of the sensations in my pussy.  I turned the gag into a gasp.  I had 
another chance to get the mouth action right and still keep my reputation 
as a slut.  I reached one hand into the pants in front of me and cupped 
the guy's balls.  He seemed to like the attention, but I was really doing 
what Melissa suggested about keeping him in line with the warning.

One thing I learned about that back entry position for fucking is that it 
does diddly squat for my clit.  I put my other hand back there to make up 
for the lack of boy on that sensitive place.  I went to work on my own 
clit.  I will say that the guy had his hands doing nice things to my ass 
while his cock pumped away in my pussy.

I put my mouth over the cock in front of me and started with the tongue, 
lips and sucking again.  My head bobbed up and down, in and out of his 
crotch.  I drew his cock in deeper with every stroke, but it took a while 
before I got it in far enough to touch the back of my mouth again.  Just 
before it did, I thought, "Breathe" and paid attention to that.  I worked 
once and then again.  I figured out a rhythm where I could breathe just 
as he touched the sensitive point on my palate, then hold that breath 
when I bobbed lower on him and his head went into my throat.  I was 
finally taking all of him and went at it faster and faster.  He liked 
that, too.

"I'm coming," he warned a few seconds before he shot my mouth full of 
semen.

I'd had a chance to pull off him, but didn't.  I wanted the experience 
I'd heard about.  If Melissa can swallow, so can I.  Just in time for his 
second shot, I held my breath and took him all the way into my throat 
again.  I swallowed and swallowed as fast as he shot his ejaculation.  I 
only got to taste that first pulse.  It wasn't delicious, but like with a 
woman's juices, it wasn't so bad it would make me stop with the blowjobs.

I licked his cock clean and gave it an extra kiss after he finished.  He 
put his rapidly deflating cock back in his pants and started to back 
away.  I raised up to his face, put my arm around his shoulder and held 
him there.  I snuggled against him and gave him little kisses.  He must 
have been interested still because he grabbed and stroked my boobs.  That 
worked for me.  I could use the stimulation there.  The boobs had just 
been dangling while I was bent over.  That rear entry is not my favorite 
fucking position.

I was not going to be the only one of this threesome to go without an 
orgasm.  The climaxing blowjob had distracted me and I was getting behind 
in the arousal race.  My hand got busy with my clit and I was glad for 
what the guy was doing to my boobs.

I barely focused on her when Brooke walked by and said, "Geez, Pam.  Two 
at once?  What will you freshmen do next - fuck on TV?"

The guy behind me started making climactic noises, thrusting deeper and 
holding the thrusts longer.  He was near to coming and I wasn't.  I 
concentrated on my clit like I do when I have to take matters into my own 
hands.  That's almost what this was.  The final thrust from the rear 
almost knocked me over.  There's another reason I'm glad the guy in front 
of me stayed around.  That helped with my own climax.  I started the 
screaming while my pussy was being filled.  It was a sharp, short orgasm.  
At least I had one.

The guy behind me pulled out when he was finished and stuck his cock back 
in his pants.  I wonder if he'll leave it all sticky very long.  I gave 
him a hug, some kisses and thanked him for the good fuck.

"No, Pam.  Thank you.  There was much more of you giving than getting for 
both of us that time.  I'm glad you got yourself off.  Next time, I'll 
show you how well I can do it face to face.  That's the way a hero 
deserves it," he said.

He was right about the first part and said the right things before the 
flattery.  I'll let him show the second part when we get a chance.

Bill and Melissa had arrived while the only thing I could see was a guy's 
open zipper.  They were stripping each other alternately again and were 
both topless.  This time they were running their hands all over each 
other where the clothes came off.  Bill was spending a lot of time on her 
chest when I first noticed them.  Melissa must have had her eye on me.  
She was beaming a big smile at me and mouthed "Way to go."

Melissa was ready to move things along, so she reached around Bill and 
stuck her hands down the back of his shorts.  I saw her fingers moving 
under the cloth to grab at him.  That made him lean back a little at 
first, then stand his ground and kiss Melissa.  She slid her hands to the 
sides of his shorts and pushed them down.  A while back our state made it 
illegal to wear shorts so low that underwear showed.  The teens of the 
time just went with built-in linings and sewed them up so they held the 
shorts down.  That's what Bill had on.

Melissa stripped him the rest of the way with that one push.  Her hands 
started in on his ass and she wriggled herself against his front.  He was 
breathing hard in a few seconds and not at all ready to move along.  
Melissa stopped her action, stepped back and motioned for him to strip 
off her skirt.  Like his shorts, her skirt was riding really low and had 
built-in thong panties.  When Bill hesitated, she spun around so the 
skirt flared up and showed everyone her ass.  Bill went for it.  He 
lifted the skirt slowly, caressing his way up her legs and ass.  He 
pulled the waist band down and started with his hands.  He was rubbing in 
her pussy and all over her ass.  He kissed and licked her boobs and up to 
her mouth.  He had to let her lean on him as she went through an orgasm.  
The crowd of students cheered the couple as they staggered over to the 
grass where she could recover.

Dawn was there and ready for her turn.  She was in particularly perky 
spirits.  She had a small music player she started and put beside the 
clothes box.  It was a modern jazz number and she started to dance to it.  
She was wearing low riding, tight spandex shorts and a tight cropped t-
shirt.  We could see how well she moved her body under those revealing 
clothes.  We could tell she'd had lessons and was really good at the 
dancing.  At the end of each step combination, she'd do something 
Program-like.  It was accompanied by a coy look or a raised eyebrow and 
always a smile.  The first time, she shook her chest to show that she had 
no bra.  The next time, she raised her cropped top, flashed her perky 
boobs at a group of boys and quickly pulled the top down again.

At her third pause, she pushed the front of her shorts down almost enough 
to show her pussy, then pulled it back up.  She didn't show her pussy, 
but the shorts flipped down over her ass then covered it again.  She 
looked over her shoulder with a hand over her mouth, another hand on her 
ass and a look of mock shock.  The twinkle in her eye and perky shake of 
her booty let us all know that it had gone just as she wanted.

She pulled her shirt up at the next pause and left it there.  Her boobs 
are small, firm and her nipples point up - the very definition of perky.  
They gave tight little jiggles with her every move and she gave every one 
around a chance to see that.  Her next step was to strip off the shirt 
entirely.  After that she worked on her shorts.  She rolled down her 
waistband a turn, then danced around, then rolled down the shorts again.  
More and more of her lower torso and her ass showed and as they did she 
got more and more cheering from her audience.  Just when the shorts got 
down to her pussy, the roll got in the way of her dancing legs.  She 
peeled off the shorts and did a few passes in the nude.

Melissa pushed Bill back on the grass and straddled him.  She slid his 
cock into her pussy and started moving on him.  He reach up for her chest 
and she leaned forward so he could get a good handful.  That must have 
put her in contact with him just right because she started the moaning 
right away.

That's when the O'Connell twins walked up - stark naked!  Well, they were 
wearing shoes, but you know what I mean.  They had taken the step of 
leaving their clothes at home and strolling naked in public.  Kelly 
pushed his way into the circle where Dawn was dancing.  Dawn did the rest 
of her dance firmly pressed against him.  They kissed as she wriggled 
against him.  She turned and rubbed her ass against his front.  She 
twirled all the way around keeping her eyes and perky smile pointed right 
at him.  In the last segment of the music, she hopped up on him wrapping 
her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.  She shook 
and wriggled to the music and lowered herself until his hard, excited 
cock was at her entrance.

Dawn must have excited herself well with the coy, teasing dance and the 
images she was trying to project.  Kelly was ready, too.  He was too 
nervous to get hard when he was walking to school.  He got over it as 
soon as he saw Dawn and became the focus of her seductive dance.  Dawn 
wriggled lower and lower and Kelly went right in her.

"On the grass, Kelly.  Do me again.  You're sooo good," she said to him.

He answered by setting her gently on the ground, pounding his cock into 
her and doing that special grind of his.

"Seen Shawn?" Emily asked me.

She was ready for their turn, but her partner wasn't here yet.  We both 
had a lot of hands on us, but we're getting used to it enough to carry on 
a conversation.

"Dawn and Shawn came over last night.  They left their clothes outside 
and Kelly and I were naked.  We did outreach on our parents.  They were 
actually wondering when we'd start.  We got all snuggly in front of them.  
They disappeared, wishing us a good night with enough emphasis on the 
`good' that we got it," she told.  "We `entertained' our guests in bed.  
That was great.  We thought you and Dan were onto something, know we 
know.

"We were all gonna come in naked this morning, but Dawn's been practicing 
that dance since Tuesday.  We timed it right, but Shawn's not here and 
it's our turn."

Shawn did get there a little later.  His Dad was driving the car this 
time.  The naked Shawn got out looking down and sad.  His dick was down 
and sad-looking, too.  I think that had more to do with the smashed 
fender on the car than the nakedness of Shawn.

"Dad was giving me a bunch of crap about going naked.  I got distracted 
and hit the tree by our driveway.  He blames the Program and going out 
naked for that.  It'll get worse tonight," he told us.

"Here.  I'll make you feel better, at least for the school day," Emily 
invited.

She led him into the stripping area surrounded by the chanting crowd.  
She pressed that luscious body against him, kissed him and wriggled.  He 
didn't respond right away so she turned up the heat.  She put his hands 
on her boobs, arched her back and rubbed herself against his dick.  She 
looked into his eyes and smiled just for him.  That made it as personal 
as she could.  I don't know how Shawn resisted her first move, but he 
didn't resist this one.  His look brightened, he smiled at Emily and from 
the way her wriggling changed, he got hard.

She went back to the kissing and a hug.  He took her in his arms and 
returned both the hug and the kisses.  His kisses went around to her ears 
and neck then started down her chest.  She has so much more boob than he 
could get in his mouth that his face just smashed it against her chest.  
Boys all over the audience started twitching in their pants over that.  
He kept his mouth working her boobs while his hands went to her crotch.  
She got a really turned on look on her face and her wriggles turned from 
aggression to reaction.  He was really getting to her.

They soon became the third couple of Program participants participating 
in sex on the grass by the door.  Emily lay back and let him show how 
well he was getting over his problem with the car.

Melissa was getting off for maybe the second time and Bill was still 
going.  Dawn was enjoying Kelly's technique for all it's worth.  She was 
all squeals and moans and we all know that Kelly's worth at least a 
triple.  Emily had Shawn wrapped in her legs and he had her reactions 
wrapped around the cock he was thrusting into her.  Somehow the term 
three-ring circus crossed my mind.

Dan got there walking naked from his car.  The girls in the crowd took in 
the eyeful, but some were a little disappointed that he wouldn't be 
stripping this morning.  He came over to me and we exchanged warm, close 
hugs and deep, passionate kisses.  He was really feeling those.  I could 
tell by the way his whole body went into them.  Is this gonna be a 
problem for me?  Dan had more emotion than just lust in those.  I decided 
to tend to the lust anyway.

"I've had a little practice now.  Let's see if I can do this," I said as 
my hands and kisses slid down Dan's body.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and regarded his big, erect cock 
with a little humor.  I wiggled it back and forth between my fingers then 
bobbed it up and down a few times.  I looked up at him with a teasing 
smile.

"I wanna see if you can do it, too," he said recognizing the tease as a 
stall.

I pulled his cock toward me and kissed the tip of its head.  It twitched.  
Dan liked the idea, I could tell.  I licked around the head, down and 
back up the shaft then I kissed it again.  I parted my lips and tried to 
spread them around that head.  I licked all over it with the tip of my 
tongue.  With my mouth open as wide at it's ever been, I actually got the 
head and a couple of inches of shaft into my mouth.  I kept my tongue 
going on the underside of his cock, but there wasn't room to move it to 
either of the sides.  I was afraid there wasn't room to keep my teeth out 
of the way.

I raised and lowered my head to slide him out and in.  When his cock was 
mostly out, my tongue could get around its head.  When it went in, I 
concentrated on breathing and pressed it as far in as it would go.  It 
filled the back of my mouth and never got into my throat.  That tight 
pressure on him must have been enough.  After just a little sucking and 
stroking, Dan told me that he was ready to come.  I slid him all the way 
into me and started swallowing as soon as I felt the extra stiffening in 
his shaft.

It worked.  He came and I swallowed it. When he was finished, I licked 
him clean and stood up.  He lifted my face up to him, smiled tenderly and 
kissed me again.  The kiss stayed tender and his hug was cuddly.  Ooh.  I 
really like this guy whether he's coming on strong to get a piece or he's 
tender and cuddly afterward.

Melissa and Bill had finished and were cuddling all cozy and loving.  
Dawn was in total collapse and Kelly was lying on her just as tired.  It 
wasn't too bad for those two couples nor for Dan and me when the bell 
rang.  Emily was in the throes of her orgasm and Shawn had more work to 
do.  He turned on the fucking power and speed.  Emily's squeals turned to 
screams.  I hadn't heard Emily that loud.  They finished quickly, stood 
up slowly and staggered in right behind the rest of us.

The eight of us went into the nearest bathroom, a girls', to wash off.  
Some girls were in there adding makeup, removing bras or adjusting 
clothes in some way they didn't want their mommies to know about.  Those 
girls gazed at the naked guys they'd just seen being so sexy.  There were 
a lot of `Ooooh' and groping requests.  It only took one grab at a sticky 
dick before they turned to `Ewww' and gave us a chance to wash the boys 
off.

"Em?  Those screams ... are you okay?  Did I hurt you or were you just 
sounding like Pam?" Shawn asked.

Emily gave me an apologetic look and answered, "Pam.  It got really 
intense, but maybe too much of a good thing.  The sensation built up and 
got more thrilling than ever, but didn't last long enough for me to come.  
No complaint at all, though.  We did have to finish quickly."

We all politely declined requests so we could get to homeroom on time.  
Mrs. Miller took roll and let us go to our activities.  This morning I 
was going to see what I could do to help the hotrod club and what they 
could do to help me.  They didn't know about that second part yet.

The auto shop is located on the lower level under the art and music wing.  
It has a garage door that opens onto the driveway to the cafeteria 
service entrance.  Good place for it, right?  Kind of far from the 
freshman wing, though.  I got there after all the members.

I expected those to be all guys including the ones I met on Tuesday.  
They were there, plus more guys ... and a girl.  Most of them were 
pulling on coveralls over their school clothes.  The girl's clothes were 
rather baggy, so she stripped to her panties first.  She didn't wear a 
bra and the panties were tight little thongs.  Her body was very slim, 
but not bony.  She has a little more on her than Amy everywhere except 
her boobs.  They stuck out as two points from her chest - not very full 
or big around.  I thought it was strange that she didn't pay any 
attention to doing that in front of the boys and more that they didn't 
pay any attention to her.

They all paid plenty of attention to me.  Eyes from all over the shop 
looked me up and down, including the girl's.  One guy I recognized from 
Tuesday brought coveralls over to me.

"Hey, you did show up.  We were afraid you'd feel too important after 
last night.  These are pretty much a uniform here.  Even bare skin would 
take a lot of scrubbing if you don't keep the grease off," he offered.

"I appreciate the thought ..." I paused and looked at him as a way of 
asking his name.

"Oh, call me Hubcap," he sort of introduced.

"It's Herman," Jesus Valdez got revenge about the name from Tuesday.  
"But none of us call him that.  At least not `til he walks down an 
aisle."

"Well, Hubcap, I appreciate the thought, but until there's actual grease 
or sparks or something it would be a Program violation for me to put that 
on.  I don't ever wear anything anyway," I turned down the coverall.

That got me smiles and more intense ogling from the whole hotrod club.  
The girl grabbed a notebook full of papers and brought it to a table near 
me.

"Hi, Pam.  I'm Liz ... " the girl introduced.

"Lizzie the lez," from Valdez answered a lot of my questions.

Liz rolled her eyes and went on, "They say you might be able to help with 
this transmission program.  We want to get it to shift down at lower 
speed under heavy load and lock the clutch at lower speed under light 
load.  Ya know how they do that?"

"Umm ... No.  I don't drive yet," I had to confess.

"Neither do some of them," she indicated the club guys with a laugh.  
"And the rest only think they do."

"None of us totaled anything, Crash.  That's her other name," Hubcap 
continued the banter about nicknames.

Liz went into rpm, throttles, manifold vacuum and gear shifting.  She had 
lots of help from all the boys.  They were all interested in `working' 
with me.  I gave them all a lot of smiles, coy looks and made sure they 
could see all of me they wanted to.  When each one tried to show me 
something, I'd snuggle up to him ... or her ... and give a friendly 
smile.  After a while, I started a little suggestive touching on their 
leg or pressed my boob into their arm while I was looking at what they 
were showing.

The papers are the program listing and notes for the transmission 
computer.  They showed me several tables in the program that relate rpm 
and throttle to what gear the car is supposed to use.  Their problem is 
with manifold vacuum.  That's supposed to be how the computer figures out 
which table to use.

"When we tried to just mess with the tables, we wound up asking the car 
to do more than one thing at the same time or getting the gear sequences 
backwards.  If you can fix the program, we send the changes and thirty 
dollars to this web site and they make us a new program chip," Liz said 
pointing to the logo on the listing pages.

"Oh, wow.  That's gonna take a few hours of headscratching.  If I can 
take this, I'll try to do it this weekend, but it's more than I can do 
now," I told them as I closed the book and set it aside.  "Besides, 
there's something else I want to scratch."

I stepped up to Hubcap, unzipped his coveralls and reached inside them 
around to grab his ass.

"Who's interested in fucking?" I invited.

"Who'd you like to fuck?" he asked.

"All of you,"  I answered.

That put my hope for the morning on the line.  My idols Beth Finch took 
on the football team and Karen Wagner got it from a gang of college guys 
even though it wasn't her idea.  That's the experience I want - to be 
gang banged.  This is the group most likely to do a good job on me.

Hubcap smiled, shrugged out of the coveralls and groped my ass in return.  

"No shit?"  "You won't throw us in our lockers?"  "All of us?" and "With 
you?" came from the disbelieving guys.

"That's exactly what I mean.  I thought I've been friendly enough to give 
you ideas," I answered.

Most of the other guys started climbing out of their clothes, too.  Liz 
rolled her eyes and turned away to leave.  I grabbed her arm and pulled 
her back to face me.

"You, too, Liz.  I'm getting good at the licking.  If you're the first 
one on my face, the girl-on-girl action will get these guys sooo horny," 
I invited.

Liz' smile was as big as Hubcap's when she unzipped her coverall.  While 
she was pushing it down over her hips, I put my hand inside her thong and 
helped her get ready.  She straightened right up with a gasp when I got 
to her clit.

The only one who wasn't undressing to get ready for me was Jesus.  He 
caught my look.

"I'm with Rosa.  You da next best one I ever seen, but I'm not gonna mess 
it up wit her," he explained.

"You're a great guy, Jesus.  She's lucky.  Stay that way," I responded to 
him.

I lay across the table with my pussy sticking out past one edge and my 
head hanging over the other.  Hubcap got between my legs and started 
using his hands to get my pussy wet all over.  Liz came to my head.  By 
the time her legs were spread wide enough to make room for my head, her 
pussy was at just the right height for my mouth.  Her pointy tits stuck 
out above me and jiggled when she wiggled her hips in front of me.  I 
reached for the strings of her thong and pulled it down.  Her pussy is as 
bald as mine.  How convenient is that for a girl who gets most of her sex 
orally?

The boys got good looks at both our pussies until other things got in the 
way.  Hubcap got close up between my legs and put his cock into my 
vagina.  He used gentle pressure and had put my juices around himself.  
He went in easily and it felt great.  He pushed all the way in slowly and 
it felt more than great when he pinched my clit with his body.  He pulled 
out and thrust in with slow strength and put that pinch on me each time.

Liz straddled over my face so I could get to her pussy.  I licked upward 
for me, but that was downward for her.  My tongue got to her labia, inner 
and outer.  My arms reached around her and stroked her ass.  She moaned 
and wriggled against me, so I figured that she liked what I was doing.  I 
wasn't getting her clit, though.  I was licking the wrong way.  I ran my 
tongue the other way.  The bottom of my tongue raked through her slit and 
got under her hood.  I could feel her little nub and hear her moans get 
louder.  I knew I had it, so I kept the tip of my tongue working at that 
sensitive spot.

I was doing some wriggling of my own.  Hubcap had me going and I was 
returning the action.  He held on and kept up his thrusting despite my 
bucking.  My legs around his ass may have helped him hold on.  I did 
start screaming - right into Liz' pussy.  Somehow that thrilled her and 
got her off.  She got off and fell off.  When she came, her wriggles 
became wobbles.  She caught the explosion of her orgasm, stiffened all 
over, then collapsed.  She literally fell off my face.

Hubcap kept working in my pussy.  The more I screamed, the harder he 
drove into me.  The more my hips bucked, the more he went with it to 
thrust faster.  My first orgasm broke over me and I sat up in a 
convulsive reaction.  I was sitting almost straight up, only leaning back 
enough to keep my weight on the table, shaking and shuddering through the 
orgasm.  That must have thrilled Hubcap because he got off just then.  He 
drove his cock hard into me and held it all the way in.  I pulled my legs 
tight around his ass.  I could feel his cock pulsing and my pussy got a 
lot wetter.

I relaxed a little more quickly than he did.  My legs let go of his butt 
and my arms grabbed his shoulders.  I hope he didn't mind the taste of 
Liz' juices when I kissed him.  He didn't seem to, but then he was still 
too wobbly to make much of an objection.  He slid out of me and I let him 
back away to make room for the next one.

I turned to lie on the table the long way so my head would be supported 
this time.  The next guy got between my legs and slipped in with no 
trouble at all.  He ran his hands all over my legs, the side of my hips 
and up over most of my abs.  Some of the other guys got some more courage 
and started using their hands on me, too.  Guys on either side of me were 
rubbing my boobs, shoulders, neck and one was stroking my face.  I was 
feeling thrilled all over.

I reached around the two guys who were doing my boobs and ran my hands up 
and down their asses.  I could see their hard cocks react with twitches 
and precum.  It took a few pushes and pulls to get them where I could 
reach, but then I got their cocks in my hands and tried to start 
stroking.  I was trying to bring off three guys at once.  Didn't work.  I 
was feeling all the thrilling stimulation and went right into another 
screaming orgasm.  My legs grabbed the guy fucking me, my hips bucked and 
the rest of me convulsed up off the table and screamed.

I forgot what my hands were trying to do.  Hope I didn't do anything that 
hurt them.  I think they enjoyed what ever happened.  They kept up 
working on me.   They stroked, kissed, licked and nibbled at my boobs.  
The boobs might still be almost flat, but the nipples and puffy aureoles 
work, so they should have got some feedback for their efforts.  It all 
went to another great orgasm for me.

The guy lasted longer than I did.  I was finished for the moment and 
relaxed on the table.  He was still going strong and doing a great job.  
He was doing nice things with his hands and every thrust was getting to 
my clit.  The guys around me kept up the strokes and mouth action, but 
they didn't think it was necessary for me to hold their cocks.  I did 
reach around two of them again and dig my fingers into their asses.

My moans got stronger and rose to screams as all of that took effect 
again.  Yep, I was getting into another orgasm.  Too bad that had the 
effect of putting the guy over.  He came just as I started bucking.  He 
tried the natural guy-thing of driving in deep, but my hips kept a lot of 
motion going.  He started screaming.  Well, bellowing.

When he finished shooting all his load into me, he managed to stammer, "G  
Gawd that was good."

I was still all excited and really ready for the next one.  I gasped, 
whimpered and beckoned for someone to get into my pussy.  The next guy 
tried to oblige.  He was plenty ready, but I was too eager.  I got my 
legs around him and pulled tight before he got lined up with me.  He was 
caught tight against me with his cock sticking straight up.  All the 
laughter brought me down just enough to release him and see the humor.

He got into me and got to work.  He wasn't too concerned about whether I 
was having a good time.  It was all too obvious.  He went at me hard and 
fast.  There were still hands all over me and I think the ones on my face 
were feminine.  They all felt great.  None of them were letting their 
faces get too close.  My wild bucking and moving could be dangerous.

This guy's fast thrusting got me back into an orgasm quickly.  I screamed 
through it, did another sitting convulsion and started to relax again.  
He didn't even slow down.  The constant stimulation kept me from 
relaxing.  I may have only done two moans before they turned back to 
screams.  Even in my state I could tell that these screams were weaker.  
The fucking and hand action brought me through another orgasm just as the 
guy finished.  My screams got only a little stronger and my body tried to 
sit up, but didn't go far.

I collapsed back on the table, breathing in gasps.  The next guy took his 
turn, but all I remember is that he entered me and his first few thrusts 
felt good.  I think that's the point where I learned where the term "Fuck 
your brains out" came from.  My brain and body went into total reflex 
responses.  Liz said later that my hips kept bucking and the guys thought 
I liked the sex, but there weren't any more distinct orgasms.  All I did 
was roll my head back and forth and moan a lot.  All the boys had a turn.  
Hubcap and one other came back for seconds.

They didn't leave me alone on the table.  The table is all metal and can 
take a little water.  They got a hose and started washing me off.  Liz 
said she was gentle when she squirted some of the water in to douche me 
out.  The table and I were both clean and nearly dry by the time I came 
around.  There were towels in the hands of happy, satisfied boys all over 
me.

All that rubbing attention would have aroused me normally.  This time it 
did nothing.  I was finished, at least for a while.  I checked myself 
over.  Legs, pussy, abs, boobs - everything looked normal for just 
finishing sex, but I couldn't feel much.  I tried to sit up and got that 
far.  When I tried to stand, Liz grabbed my arm just in time.  I wobbled 
and leaned against her.  Standing was hard.  Walking was impossible.  I 
sat on the table again.

The guys were all with exclamations and praise about the wild sex - both 
quantity and quality.  The ones who fucked me were still naked, but there 
wasn't a hardon among them.  Jesus did have a tentpole in his pants and 
looked very uncomfortable.  I sat while they all got dressed.  That time 
helped.  When they were ready, I could stand okay and walk slowly.

"It'll take you forever to get to the freshman wing, Pam.  Let's start 
early.  It's almost time for the bell," Liz suggested.

I sometimes get a lot of stimulation just from walking when I'm all 
swollen after sex.  Not this time.  I was still numb.  Liz was right.  It 
was slow going.  We got upstairs into the art and music wing just as the 
bell rang.  At least we didn't have to worry about hall passes.  I could 
go a little faster in the hall after navigating the stairs.  The two guys 
with arms around me looked like they were getting a reasonable request.

I was a lot closer to normal when we passed the office.  Mr. Carlson and 
Mr. N'Dantu were in the hall as they often are.

"Pam, can we talk with you a moment?" the principal asked.

"Huh?" my mouth answered before my mind was in gear.

The entire hotrod club vanished, leaving me with the notebook of 
transmission programs.  That was perfectly understandable.  I can imagine 
the school administration is not among their favorite people.  The 
feeling turned out to be mutual.  I managed to lean against the wall near 
the two men.

"You look like you had quite a time.  That gang ... group doesn't have 
the greatest regard for rules.  I wanted to be sure you weren't forced to 
do anything," the principal said.

"Mmm," I started trying to give a look of satisfaction.  "It was quite a 
time and all my own idea.  I picked them because I thought they'd have 
the guts to actually do me this much.  I'm also helping them with their 
car.  They're treating me with respect, so I'm being nice to them."

"Glad to hear that.  We're on the lookout for Program problems, but we're 
not hearing of very many.  That's unusual compared to what we've read 
about other school's first introductions.  Do you know any areas we 
should look into?" he asked point blank, giving me my chance.

"Well, you know how we're supposed to obey a teacher in class, then make 
any complaints after the fact?  I hope you understand that's what I'm 
doing, and only because you asked," I set up what I'd been waiting days 
to tell.  "Our English class with Miss Forester?  She has us sit 
separately and leave the room before the rest of the class.  It feels 
humiliating.  She never calls on any of us and class participation is 
part of the grade.  Umm ... There's a thing about relief, too.  You'll 
have to see for yourself.  Can you listen in?

"The other area is a rough relationship with the cheerleaders.  They 
don't seem to be getting it.  It's like the Program is a threat to them."

"I'll make a point of eavesdropping on your class this morning.  Don't do 
anything beyond the basic Program.  Let me see what she's all about.  
I'll have to ask her about the cheerleaders, too.  She didn't impress me 
last night," he said.  "By the way, Nikki seems to be okay this morning.  
She had a partially collapsed lung under those displaced ribs.  That and 
her heart were stable this morning after they got her bones back in 
place."

"Thanks for telling me.  That poor girl's gonna hurt for a month," I 
responded.

"The police called already this morning.  They want to ask some 
questions.  Do you know why?" he asked.

I told him about Nikki's accusation and that Coach Reeves and Miss 
Forester had also heard it.  I also admitted checking the box on the form 
to make sure it didn't get buried.

"Oh.  Pending what I hear during your class, that could be strike three 
for Miss Forester.  She really should have reported that accusation.  
Coach Reeves, too, and that part I don't understand at all," he said with 
a scowl of concern.  "Thanks for talking to me, Pam.  Hope you feel like 
walking faster.  You have to get going now.   Have a day as good as it 
started."

I could actually walk faster after that much more rest.  It wasn't fast 
enough to evade any more interruptions, though.  A girl closed her locker 
and stepped away just as I went by.

"Pam?" she got my attention.  "I'm Heather, one of the cheerleaders?  I 
was wondering if you know anything about Nikki?"

I finally recognized her from the times she was with Britney.  She's the 
one who's not Nikki.  I told her what I'd just heard from the principal.

"Thanks for sharing," she said.  "I know some of us cheerleaders have 
been rough on you, but that's changing.  Some of us don't like the 
Program and take it out on you `cause you represent it so strongly.  You 
picked up a lot of respect last night.  In fact I think the only one who 
doesn't respect you is Britney even though you smacked her down pretty 
good.  Don't judge the rest of us by her."

I just smiled at her.  I was thinking of how hard the Program could be if 
that cheerleading squad didn't get with it.  This wasn't the time to give 
her a lecture, so I just smiled, nodded and went on my way.  The warning 
bell rang when I was near the freshman wing, so there weren't any 
requests to delay my trek to biology class.  The only one to even 
interrupt my walk was Mrs. Miller, the biology teacher.

"I've been called to the office, Pam.  There's supposed to be a 
substitute.  Please tell him to start with what we discussed," she said 
as she hurried past.



Chapter 15.  Thursday Classes


I crashed into my seat in biology.  It's right in front of Emily and 
beside Kelly and Dan.

"What club?" asked Emily.

"Hotrod," was the quick answer.

"Gang bang?  They're the ones who would," asked Dan.

"Loud and long," another quick answer.  "How about you?"

"No sex, just physics club," he said.

"Music composition," said Emily and Kelly together.

It was well after the bell rang and everyone in the class was quietly 
chatting when a thirtysomething guy entered.

"Class," he got out attention.  "Class, I'm Mr. Bartholomew and I'll be 
substituting for Mrs. Miller for most of the day while she's doing 
Program things.  She is supposed to do this class, though.  Is she 
around?"

I raised my hand and reported, "She was called to the office already, 
sir.  She says you're supposed to start right in with what you talked 
about."

"Okay.  The good news is that I've seen all the tapes and I have a good 
idea what comes next.  The bad news is that we want you Program 
participants to wait `til later for your relief," he started.

"How much later?" Kelly and Emily asked in twin sync.

"Umm ... Next hour?  Sorry.  This topic is about arousal and we want 
those effects to show rather than be relieved," he answered.

The cameraman arrived and started setting up.  We all waited.  When the 
camera was about ready, Mr. Bartholomew summoned all four of us to the 
front.  Emily and I sat on the edge of the desk and the guys stood to 
either side.

"Damn," the substitute whispered, then aloud, "You're ... all ... such 
wonderful specimens.  This is a better Program start than the schools 
expected."

He emphasized the `all' to include us, but his eyes were riveted on 
Emily.  He took extra effort to study some notes in Mrs. Miller's lesson 
plan.

When the camera was ready, he started, "We'll start by discussing what 
things stimulate sexual arousal.  I'll ask the girls, please, what 
stimulates boys?"

"Attractive visual sights," I started.  "One glance at Emily will give 
every guy in here a serious pocket rocket."

Mr. Bartholomew cleared his throat, the class roared and all the boys 
adjusted their erections.  Emily blushed and she punched my arm.

"That is an important source, isn't it boys?" the teacher asked.

"That's why I have to be so careful about Emily being my sister," Kelly 
responded.

Emily looked startled, reached past me and punched him.  Dan and his cock 
both nodded in agreement.

"Then, boys, do you think girls have the same response to visual 
stimuli?" was the next question.

"They respond when they like what they see, but it's not the same 
mechanism and doesn't get quite the same result as with guys," Dan 
answered and Kelly grunted agreement.

Emily looked Kelly up and down with a sly smile, then rolled her eyes and 
shook her head.  The class roared again and Kelly blushed.

"Can any of you cast light on what that difference is?" the questions got 
deeper.

Emily thought she had something, "Guys imagine what they want to do with 
what they see.  A sexy sight has to remind a girl of something she wants 
to relive before it gets that much reaction."

That sounded good to me and the teacher pronounced, "Very good.  That's 
what many studies have shown.

"Okay, now what are some non-visual stimulations, other than touching?" 

Kelly answered, "Attention.  Just knowing you have the other person's 
attention can build stimulation."

Dan was sooo sweet with his answer.  The problem is that too many other 
girls know about him now.

"Little things like politeness, concern, strength of character, courage, 
sweet nothings in the ear, cuddling, gifts, remembering birthdays - all 
mean more to girls.  Guys are more of the physical," he said.  "That 
stuff gets girls in the mood and that's the most important stimulation."

"Absolutely!" agreed every girl in the room.

"Okay, let's get to the physical - touching.  What touches turn you on, 
boys?" Mrs. Miller had returned and joined right in.

"Damn!  She's naked, too," Mr. Bartholomew whispered behind us.

Kelly was first again, "Kissing's a biggie, and for girls, too."

"After that, anything that lets me know she's interested in more of the 
physical - it's in the idea more than the touch," Dan was showing off way 
too much.
 
"Girls, what do you think are the boys' most direct stimulations?" Mrs. 
Miller asked.

Emily eyed Dan's cock and I wrapped my fist around Kelly's.  I gave a few 
strokes.  The class chanted and encouraged us.  He shot precum and whined 
when I quit stroking.

Dan went another step again, "A light feminine touch below my naval gets 
a reaction from me."

Emily stroked his abs from the naval downward.  Dan gasped and his precum 
spurted, too.  Emily and I exchanged a look.  We're always learning 
something and this was new to the whole class from their silence.

"What about touching girls?  Where do they like it, boys?" moved the 
discussion along.

"Ya know, if they're in the mood you can't do it wrong.  If not, you 
can't do it right," Dan said.

He lightly stroked his fingertips across Emily's back.  That made her 
shiver and shake her boobs.  When she finished, her nipples were out and 
hard.

"I see I'm right.  We have some serious experience in this group," Mrs. 
Miller said.

Three fourths of us were virgins on Monday.  That leaves one guess where 
she was looking for all that experience.

"Now guys, I want you to pick a spot on a girl that's on the list of 
exciting places, but not at the top.  Touch her there, then we'll have 
her rate from 1 to 10 how exciting that spot usually is for her.  We're 
trying to build up, not have her scream on the first touch," Mrs. Miller 
instructed and the class laughed about the screaming.  "Dan, go ahead."

He held Emily's head and gently kissed her neck below her ear.

"Ooh.  I get it.  That's a three.  Ear and neck work great early on, but 
would be overpowered by stronger sensations later," she reported.

Kelly kissed me directly on the lips, but without tongue.

"Kissing is great for getting me in the mood.  A personal, passionate 
kiss gets a six for that.  Later on, kisses get overwhelmed by other 
stuff, too.  Once my mind is on, kisses are about a four," I said then 
scowled at Kelly.  "Either time only gets half credit without tongue 
action."

Dan bent down, put his mouth over one of Emily's nipples and sucked as 
much of her breast into his mouth as he could.  Emily sat straight up, 
squealed and tried to thrust the rest of her boob in there.  That left 
her boob smashed between her chest and Dan's face.  She held his head and 
wriggled as she made sure there was as much boob available as Dan wanted.  
With Emily, that's a lot of boob.  He kept up the sucking and a lot of 
tongue action until Mrs. Miller tapped his shoulder.

"Oh, damn!" exclaimed Emily.  "I have to be in the mood before my boobs 
do me any good.  If I'm ready, they're usually sevens and eights.  What 
he just did almost got me off!"

Kelly leaned in close, reached around my back and grabbed a boob.  I 
think that was so it wouldn't feel left out.  His real touch was to run 
his hand gently up my inner thighs.  He spread his fingers so he got both 
legs at the same time.  The numbness from the gangbang chose that moment 
to wear off.  All my nerves re-connected and went off at the same time.  
It was my turn to squeal.  The puffy parts of both boobs popped out and 
gave Kelly's hand more to play with.  The sensations on my legs made me 
thrust up to get my pussy to his hand.  He was saving that touch, so he 
pulled away.  I snuggled against him for the seconds it took me to get 
ready to speak.

"That's a solid nine, and you know where the only things better than that 
are," I said.  "The big reason I keep my legs around guys when they're 
fucking me is to keep that sensation going."

Dan reached between Emily's legs and got even more squealing.  He stroked 
her labia and put a finger inside her.  He tried to take his hand away 
after a few seconds.  Emily was having none of that.  She hugged his arm 
and pressed his hand against her vulva.  She shook through an orgasm with 
a lot of bucking, squeals and gasps.  Her recovery took as long as the 
climax.

"Oh, yeah," she finally gasped.  "That was great.  It got me off in no 
uncertain terms.  A clear ten.  He was all over my vulva and got that 
spot up inside my vagina.  You could tell I liked it the way I wouldn't 
let him stop."

Kelly put one finger at the top of my slit and pulled back my hood.  He 
used the next finger to tweak my clit.  I exploded.  I fell back onto the 
desk and thrust my pussy up at him.  I was moving so much that he 
couldn't keep a light teasing touch on my most sensitive place.  He wound 
up knocking it this way and that, pinching and stroking it.  Needless to 
say, I wasn't quiet.  Mr. Bartholomew became concerned about all the 
screaming and moved to help me.

Mrs. Miller stopped him with, "I'd worry if Pam didn't make this much 
noise."

Kelly saw to it that I had a complete orgasm, then helped me sit up.

"Eleven!" I squeaked and went back to trying to recover.

Mrs. Miller went into her lecture, "We've seen the result of built-up 
stimulation on the girls.  When they were that ready, even slight touch 
on very sensitive places had dramatic effect.

"What I want to cover now are the ways we can tell about someone's 
arousal.  Certainly the boys' erections are a clear sign.  Drops of 
precum, spurting, heavy breathing and dry mouths are additional signs.

"We saw both girls' nipples stiffen, they flushed red and also were 
breathing heavily.  They also have a good flow of lubricating juices.  A 
less obvious indication is when a girl presses a sensitive area into the 
hand or whatever is stimulating it.  That's a direct indication that she 
wants more.

"These Program participants have done well with class discussions.  Spend 
the rest of the hour on that.  I have to begin some Program duties now.  
Mr. Bartholomew will be set for the rest of the day when the video is 
finished.  Good luck to you.  Some of the questions get interesting."

She left and we entertained questions from the class.  They were mostly 
serious and to the point.

"What does the screaming mean?" was supposed to be an attempt at humor.

I actually had an answer, "It means that I've abandoned my inhibitions.  
In the throes of a great orgasm, I've forgotten about everything else but 
how I feel and the reactions are all reflexive.  As you can tell just 
among us, everyone does that differently."

"You don't have any inhibitions," quipped Emily to get the kind of laugh 
I got at her expense.

The bell soon rang.  Emily and I used our towels to clean off the 
teacher's desk.  It looked we had been as excited as we were.

There was a crowd waiting for us in the hall.  I got cornered at my 
locker.  There were requests to touch my boobs, my ass, my abs, my legs 
and one guy asked to put a finger in my pussy.  I was as sensitive as I 
could get and went into another orgasm quickly.  All those guys with 
their hands on me held me up and did a pretty good job.  I came down from 
the climax and looked around.  Emily was getting the same treatment and 
enjoying it as much.  Some girls had Kelly and Dan surrounded.

I heard the boys saying, "That's enough.  You can touch, but don't make 
me come.  Not yet."

I think they had to push girls' hands away.  I didn't push anyone away.  
The guys around me kept going gently.  One even brought a towel.

He started wiping the flowing juices from my legs and said, "There.  
Maybe you won't need relief in English and stick us with another quiz."

"Sorry.  It's about the Program, not the relief," I whispered to him and 
he went away pissed.

Emily got the same treatment and message.  The way the boys resisted, 
they were still as ready as the biology class had made them.

We waited a little while after the warning bell, then took our seats in 
English.  The students who did look at us scowled.  There was a definite 
chill in that room.  The chill didn't come only from the students.  Miss 
Forester tried to start the class without asking about relief again.  
Kelly and Dan both raised their hands and spoke up asking for relief.

"Unnggh," Miss Forester groaned.  "They make me let you, but I would have 
thought you learned last time.  You're AP students after all.  If you 
have to, get up here, but be ready for consequences."

The boys went to the front of the room.  Emily and I followed right 
behind.  Dan backed up against the wall and put one leg forward for Emily 
to straddle.  She grabbed his cock and started stroking.  They had done 
that Tuesday morning when they were looking for a way to help each other.  
Emily jacked him off with her hands and rubbed her pussy up and down his 
leg.

Kelly sat me on the stool against the wall again.  I eagerly let him 
slide right into me and start his action.  I surely didn't need relief, 
but I'll take a time with Kelly even when I don't need it.  His pinching 
and grinding action got me excited again and got me off quickly.  He must 
have been right on the edge after biology class and the requests in the 
hall.  I came twice with all his action, but he didn't last through that 
third time.  I hugged him and brought him onto my lap again while we 
recovered.

Emily had collapsed on Dan.  She was just hanging on him and he was 
holding her gently.  They both had stuff running down them like I did.  
Even with that gorgeous supermodel with the luscious body in his arms, 
Dan was looking and smiling at me.

Miss Forester had her back to us again.  Her arms were folded in a 
particularly angry gesture of body English.  Emily and I used our towels 
on ourselves, the boys and the classroom.  We got back into our seats 
well within the five minutes.

Miss Forester started on the quiz, "The chapter assigned for homework has 
20 questions at the end.  You have 15 minutes to copy the questions and 
answer them.  It will be graded as a quiz with no makeup this time."

Most of the class simply tore filled pages from their notebooks.  Miss 
Forester caught on and got terribly angry about students conspiring 
against her.

"Is that the way it is?" she stormed.  "Nevermind that assignment.  Your 
quiz is to write a two-page essay on which is more important - English 
class or the Program.  Fifteen minutes.  Begin."

At that point a noticeable click came from the PA speaker in that room.  
The PA system is usually used for general announcements.  It can also 
speak to one or any combination of rooms.  It can even be used as an 
intercom by reversing the speaker to hear replies from the classroom.  
That listening part doesn't need to be announced.  It's eavesdropping, of 
course, and rude.  I'm one who thinks a certain teacher's approach to the 
Program is worse.

I tried to write; I really did.  A glorious double from Kelly on top of 
all the other sex had messed up my brain again.  I wrote something I 
thought was coherent and the English looked good.  I only got half a page 
written when I ran out of things to say.  I sat still for a while, then 
added a little more.  I hope I was coherent after all that sex.  If the 
teacher can't find good grammar, clear thought and coherent argument, I'm 
in trouble.  She sure as hell won't like my conclusion.

The rest of the class was a reasonable lesson about the chapter material.  
Of course, Miss Forester wouldn't dream of calling on any undressed 
students, so we were shut out again.  There was another click from the PA 
speaker just before the bell.  As usual, Miss Forester dismissed naked 
students a minute before the rest of the class.

As soon as we were out of Miss Forester's sight, I gave a liberal 
distribution of high fives to my partners.  Some quick whispers confirmed 
that they heard the clicks, too.  I mentioned my comments to the 
administration.  My sharp partners added all that up very quickly and 
returned the high fives.

I dropped my book bag in my locker and got out the camera case.  That 
started me behind my partners, but I couldn't walk fast enough to catch 
up.

"Wait up, guys," I whined.

The three of them came back and walked with me.

"Too much sex, Pam," scolded Dan.  "You're cut off for the rest of the 
day.  I want you to have something left for tonight."

The three of them giggled at that.  I just smiled at Dan.  That's what 
was in my plans, too.  Kelly and Emily asked what I had in the case.  I 
told them how I was surprised by a present last night.  They came into 
the art room and looked the camera over.  I showed them some of the 
pictures of Dan I had in it.

"This is one awesome camera, Pam.  Most of the pros I've worked with 
don't have `em quite this good," Emily said.

"That's true," Mrs. Santucci had come up behind me.  "It is a bit much 
for class or even for the photo club."

"I know.  That's just how my Dad is," I shrugged it off.

A moment later, Kelly and Emily had gone to orchestra and Crystal and 
Brian came over.  Crystal was her normal bouncy self with her boobs 
bobbling with every bounce.  Brian was down and soft, looking like he 
didn't need relief.

"You should have seen Brooke," she started.  "You know how she's been.  
Well we got relief in English.  Brooke was all over Steve.  They fucked 
right there in class."

"My girlfriend's gonna be sooo pissed," Steve said behind me.  "She took 
care of me Monday and Tuesday nights, but she's in the hospital now.  
Brooke did all the right stuff and I was soo horny.  What are the chances 
Nikki will understand?"

"Your girlfriend is Nikki!?" I exclaimed.

I punched Steve in the stomach and turned my back on him again.  I don't 
know if Nikki'll understand, but I sure don't.  I'm not in a committed 
relationship, so I think I'm free to fuck every cock I see.  I'd like to 
think that if I did have a relationship, I'd know the bounds and not 
cross them.

A girl came bouncing out of the back room with the computer projector.  
She's oriental with a dark tan, no suit lines, black hair, bright black 
eyes and a radiant smile that lights the room.  She's short, maybe five 
feet even, and small all over.  Her legs, hips, and shoulders are well 
proportioned for a petite girl.  Her ass is round, smooth and cute.  Her 
boobs are flat - as flat as mine.  They ripple very nicely when she 
bounces and she bounces all the time.  This was all quite visible because 
she was thoroughly naked.

"Hi, guys.  Hi, Crystal," she greeted.

"Hi, Miss Wang," Crystal returned.  "This is Pam."

"Ooh.  The infamous Pam.  I wondered if I'd ever get to meet you," she 
said to me.

Miss Wang went on her way before I could recover enough to answer.  
Another person called me infamous.  I eventually rolled my eyes.

"She's a student teacher in junior English, and yes, she as much fun in 
class as it looks," Brian explained.  "We just did that relief in front 
of her and it didn't bother her any."

"I wish freshman English was fun," I grumbled.

Mrs. Santucci arrived naked as usual, called the class to order and 
introduced, "Miss Wang has been drafted to handle this class while I have 
some things to do with the Program committee.  I'm sure you will all give 
her your cooperation."

The teacher left and the student said, "You don't need a babysitter, do 
you?"

The resounding "No" was followed by a little silence while we thought 
over what that had meant.  We stayed well behaved.

"Excuse that I'm not asking about relief.  You guys don't need it so 
soon, do you?" she got snickers from a lot of juniors.  "Today's class 
plan is to go over the photos you took for homework.  I'm told that Pam 
would be a good one to start with.  Connect here and we'll get your shots 
on the projector."

I plugged in my camera and got the pictures of Dan on the screen.  The 
pictures got "Ooh" from all the girls in the class.  They should have 
known I'd have nude pictures.  I went through how I could change the lens 
or shutter and the camera would balance the other to get the right 
exposure.  I also pointed out how the tripod kept the camera still so 
there wasn't any motion blur even with a slow shutter.  The pictures 
included objects along one wall from near the camera to a few feet past 
Dan.  I showed how much of that was in focus at different lens openings.

"Okay.  I'm glad there's someone in here who can actually teach this 
stuff.  It isn't exactly English,"  Miss Wang got blushes and popped 
nipples from me.

She called most of the rest of the class for their turns.  Crystal had 
just finished about a half hour into the class when Mrs. Santucci's voice 
came over the PA speaker asking her to go to the office.  Crystal 
returned and Brian was called about 20 minutes later.  I gave them 
quizzical looks.  Something was going on about the Program and that 
scared me today.

"Just a conference.  You'll get your turn, but freshmen are last," 
Crystal clued me with a tease.

I packed the camera when the bell rang, then met Kelly, Emily and Dan in 
the hall.

"I don't want to leave this around.  I'll put it in my locker and eat 
late.  See you in the courtyard," I tried to excuse myself.

The O'Connells looked up at Dan behind me and must have seen a signal.  
They waved and took off for the cafeteria.  Dan walked with me.  I'd had 
another class hour of recovery time, so I could at least walk normally.  
The trip to the freshman wing and back was still gonna be long.  Dan 
walked with me right past the cafeteria.  He put his arm around me and 
pulled me tight against him as we walked.

"You know we have to eat as partners," he reminded.  "Besides, someone 
has to keep you from getting laid any more today."

That made a great excuse, but didn't excuse the affection in that squeeze 
nor in his smile and tone of voice.  He made small talk asking about how 
the pictures went over and I told him the gossip about Brooke and Nikki's 
boyfriend.

"It was probably just relief - mutual relief like I do with Emily," he 
said.  "Brooke had a slow start with her Program week.  She probably has 
a serious build-up of passion and is starting to get oversexed.  You know 
how that goes."

I do know about being oversexed, especially today.  He convinced me to 
give Brooke and Steve both the benefit of the doubt.  We walked back to 
the cafeteria squeezed together as tightly as we could get.  Dan had been 
hard since we met outside the auditorium.  Now he was throbbing and 
dripping.  Right.  He's going to keep me away from sex?

The cafeteria line was gone when we got there, so we went straight 
through and sat at our marked places.  The others at that table were 
mostly freshmen from art class.  They wanted to know more about the 
homework.  Some of them still had their cameras, so we spent a lot of 
time on class stuff.  That gave Dan a chance to recover enough to eat.  I 
had a huge lunch to make up for all the other activity of the morning.

Most of the students in third lunch were in the courtyard watching Kelly 
and Dawn or Emily and Shawn.  You don't need to guess what they were 
doing.  They were thoroughly enjoying it, too.  Our table got outside 
with only a little time left.  Some girls pounced right on Dan.  He 
lasted almost a minute.  Where he had been dripping before lunch, he was 
now spurting semen all over the girl giving him a hand job.

Some of the girls from art class gathered around me to keep talking about 
class.  That was fine for all but one guy.  The wiseguy swaggered up to 
me.

"Can't get laid today?" he asked.  "You need a guy with a really big dick 
- me.  C'mon, I'll show you what a great fuck is."

"Let's see," I answered.

He just stood there, so I challenged, "If it's that big, whip it out and 
show us.  Let all of us see."

The girls looked a little shocked.  He turned white and stammered.  I 
concluded I was safe.  I held my hand out at his crotch level.

"You put your big dick and balls right here in my hand and you can have 
me," I taunted.  "If not, don't bother us.  We'll bother you when you're 
in the Program."

He fled.

The sexy screwing couples finished in plenty of time before the bell.  
Dan was down and relaxed, but only as long as it took him to get me in 
his arms again.  We were arm-in-arm with Dan rising to the stimulation 
when we passed the juniors in the cafeteria line.  We exchanged smiles 
and Crystal rolled her eyes over Brooke.  That girl was handling four 
guys' requests including one with his fingers up her vagina.

We stopped in a restroom again and washed off.  Well, they did because I 
hadn't done anything messy.

On our way past the office, the long arm of Mr. Carlson snatched Dawn off 
her feet and dragged her in for her conference.  That's a little 
dramatic, isn't it?  He politely asked her to join them and sent word to 
their next teacher with Shawn.

Dan kept walking with me.  Just after we turned into the freshman wing, 
he pulled me into a big kiss.  He wrapped one arm around me and up my 
back.  The other arm went around and down to my ass.  It felt like I was 
wrapped in clothes, but these held me sooo tight.  I reached around his 
shoulders and held his head while I returned the kiss.  He made it feel 
like more than a kiss.  His big dick was hard between us, but he wasn't 
using the kiss to start any sex play.  This was all emotion and he poured 
a lot of that into the kiss.  It made me want to return all I could.  I 
held him and ran my tongue slowly around his mouth.  We kept going until 
the warning bell rang.

He left a stringy trail of precum on my belly and on his.  There was also 
a trail of juices running down my leg.  That was some kiss.  I got my 
bookbag and retrieved a towel.  Dan took the towel and used it to wipe me 
off ever so gently.  We went into history class in each others' arms and 
wearing big smiles.

History wasn't dull.  It was more about prehistory.  There just wasn't 
anything Program-like about it until study time started.  I was trying to 
write out a script for our skit.  I got interrupted by something two guys 
must have rehearsed.

"Hmm," said one.  "What can we do now?"

"Not much going on.  Maybe we can sit back and watch Pam's boobs grow," 
said the other.

I perked up, thrust out my chest and displayed it around in all 
directions.  I took a handful, lifted and squeezed it.  The whole class 
laughed with me about that, which was all that saved those guys from 
starting their Program time early.  Mr. Siever dropped his scowl when he 
saw my reaction and how I was turning it into a good time for everyone.

That's also when Dan got called to the office.  He sighed and left.  
Twenty minutes later, I was ready to show the script around to my 
partners when Kelly was called to the office.  He was ready, of course, 
so he just went.  Emily and Dan got a chance to read through the script.  
We were to talk about it later at Dan's.

We don't have to go very far from history to algebra, so that's usually a 
time for lots of requests.  No different today, except that Kelly was 
still in the office.  Lots of students felt this and that, gave and got 
hugs, and inspected every part of us.

Kelly wasn't there and Dan declined relief at the start of algebra.  Ms 
Grisom didn't take any chances of missing Dan.  She didn't know he'd 
already had his conference.  He got the first chance to put a problem on 
the board.

Emily was second.  She pranced up to the board and introduced the problem 
in a clear voice with lots of perky inflection.  She gave an animated, 
lively running discussion of her solution.  Everyone, especially boys, 
liked how she alternately turned her back to write on the board, then 
faced the class.  She was even disappointed when nobody challenged her 
solution and she had to sit down.

Kelly returned from the office and immediately got his turn at the board.  
Ms Grisom wasn't going to let a naked boy get past her.  Emily got her 
turn in the office for the next 20 minutes, then I got mine.  After all 
the times eager me went first, now I had to go last.

The office secretary showed me into a large conference room with lots of 
people sitting around a table - Mr. Carlson, Mrs. Miller, Coach Reeves, 
Coach Johnston, Mrs. Santucci, Mr. N'Dantu, the other counselors and 
several other teachers I didn't know.  Mr. N'Dantu explained that these 
were the school's Program committee.  He went around the room naming them 
all, but too fast for me to pick up the ones I didn't already know.  All 
the women teachers and counselors were naked.  I couldn't tell whether 
the men were disappointed they have to stay dressed.  They were not 
disappointed in the women.

"Your group has been a real help in my class, Pam, and you seem to really 
like it.  You've even represented the school on TV twice," Mrs Miller 
started.  "That's the outside view.  We want to know about Pam.  Tell us 
all how the week has been for you in general, please."

"It's been great fun," I said enthusiastically.  "I've been eating it up 
since it started.  I think I'll be ready to let next week's participants 
share the fun then, but not before.  You know I'll still be naked.  
That'll be okay, won't it?"

"It's certainly legal for you to attend in the nude," answered Mr. 
Carlson.

"The Program rules provide for students who live naked to maintain that 
style in school without having to respond to requests and such.  Somehow, 
though, I get the feeling that doesn't bother you," said Mrs. Miller.

"We did see what you mean about your English class this morning," Mr. 
Carlson got to something on his mind.  "That could be enough to wreck the 
week for participants less ready for it than you.  Miss Forester is the 
next one we'll meet with.  Thank you for bringing that to our attention.  
It shouldn't have to be pulled out of you, though."

Coach Reeves moved on to the next item, "We decided that the first group 
through the Program would get rewards.  All of you are getting something, 
but there's a special award.  We thought we'd give it to the one who's 
grown the most from their week in the program.  Frankly, Pam, all of your 
fellow participants say you've helped them get the most out of the 
Program.  They're unanimous that any special award should go to you."

"Not for growing.  I started all naked and brazen," I protested.

"There is a way to interpret that to your benefit," said Coach Reeves.

All their eyes were on my boobs.

"That's not what you meant by growth!" I said absently fondling my 
breast.  "There really is one participant who has grown - spiritually.  
You remember how mousy Emily was on Monday.  Her class presentations and 
every part of her presence has come out while she's been gaining 
confidence all week.  She really should get your growth award."

"This is also supposed to be your chance to ask any questions, Pamela.  
We already went into next week.  Is there anything else?" the counselor 
asked.

"Umm ... Yes.  There's been something bothering me.  How have I been 
getting away with it?  I've done something every day that could have got 
me at least detention ... until today, that is.  " I asked with a 
sheepish and contrite tone.

"Today's not over, Pam.  We have confidence in you," I hoped Mr. Carlson 
was joking.  "Really, we picked leaders for our first participants.  That 
was easier for the other grades and it looks like we got the freshmen 
right, too.  We're holding you up as examples for everyone else.  How 
would that look if you got detention every day?

"We also want your group to set precedent and the concept of correct 
behavior.  I decided to let you express that standard peer-to-peer on 
Monday.  I think it worked out well when word got around.  As a matter of 
fact, at least a hundred students turned in forms volunteering for the 
Program this week."

One of the teachers whose name I didn't catch said, "Ooh, I do have one 
more thing.  We've kept single-sex bathrooms.  Do you think that's a good 
or bad idea?"

I told them of four, six and eight of us invading bathrooms en masse 
regardless of sex.  That only happened after we got comfortable in the 
Program and still unnerved some of the girls we walked in on.  I 
concluded that it's a shock to someone not in the Program or just 
starting their week.  After that, it didn't matter.  Maybe the bathrooms 
could be mixed after everyone gets a week in the program this year.

The period was almost over when they finished asking me all they wanted 
to.  Mrs. Miller said I was finished and could return to class.  Coach 
Reeves stopped me.

"We'll be busy with Miss Forester for a while.  I'll be late to 
practice," she told me.

I tried my best to return the scowl she had given on Tuesday.  She got it 
and chuckled.

"Pass along for me that the other coaches are to work with the same 
groups as yesterday.  Amy, Brooke and Rochelle are to continue with the 
third group.  The rest of you who were in the small gym can help with 
that.  Check with Amy," she instructed.

Sure enough the bell rang before I got back to algebra class.  I had to 
hurry to retrieve my books and scurry to the gym.  Dan waited for me.  He 
had some things to say while we walked fast.

"My place tonight, remember?  I'll come get you a little before eight.  
We'll pick up Kelly and Emily.  Their parents want to meet us, especially 
after last night," he told me.

"Sounds like good timing," I agreed.  "That should be plenty of time for 
supper."


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