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Pamela, eagerly NIS

Chapter 18.  Friday Morning


I slept better than I thought I would.  I got up on time and felt rested, 
so the night must have been okay.  Talking to Dan and the writing helped.  
The one time I cried, it wasn't over Britney or those guys.  It was about 
how I'd feel if someone did that to me.

When I got downstairs to breakfast, Mom wasn't up.  I felt I needed to 
tell her, so I woke her.  She should hear it from me.  We sat there on 
her bed while I told the story again.  She'd heard about the news, but 
didn't have any way to relate it to me.  I told her and was hoping that 
the telling again would make me feel better.  It did that part.  Mom 
didn't say anything about what was right or wrong.

She did give me a little praise saying, "You've learned karate well and 
it served you well, Pam."

I had a quick breakfast.  The last part of it was a pop tart that I ate 
on the way to the pool.  I went through the stretching show for all the 
boys on the swimming team and did some warmup laps.  Mr. Silanski got 
there about when warmup finished.

"Don't you ever sleep?" I asked him with a smirk.

"Not enough," he answered with a roll of his eyes.  "But I like to get 
out and see pretty people like you, especially when you're naked."

"You'll need to stay around Lincoln after you deliver the uniforms this 
afternoon.  I'm sure some people will need help - some pretty, naked 
people," I suggested and he laughed.

He brought two of the competition suits - the ones for the older guys.  
They spent ten minutes getting everything straight and checking the fit.  
From all the snapping I heard, those suits are really tight and the 
stretchy stuff is strong.  The fabric is thick, so they don't show as 
much of the guys as a Speedo does.  Dammit.

We had another mock meet for half the practice.  Those two guys gave me 
some real competition.  I didn't exactly win every heat.  I cornered Mr. 
Silanski again.

"Ooh.  The suits really made those guys faster.  I beat them all on 
Tuesday.  I want mine."  I held up both hands when I went on, "I know.  
I'm last.  I'll wait."

I got a call from Dad on my way to school.  I guess he does know my 
schedule pretty well.

"So, you and Dan Allen?  Way to go," he started.

"We're Program partners and that got us close to each other," I tried to 
explain.

"Yeah.  The way you explained it, the Program could get you started.  You 
and his sister Karen are birds of a feather, if you wore feathers," he 
sounded like he knew a lot.  "I see that there's a TV special about the 
Program this afternoon.  It's sponsored by Sportech.  Would you know 
anything about that from being close to he Allens?"

"It's supposed to show our pep rally.  Sportech is making our sports and 
cheerleaders outfits.  They show us off a lot.  Watch.  I should get to 
wave a couple of times," I told him what I knew.

I went straight to the cafeteria when I got to school.  Breakfast at home 
wasn't enough to leave me any energy after the swimming.  A lot of the 
conversation in line was about the "gang fight" on the news.  It was all 
rumor.  They didn't know anything, not even which school the teens are 
from.  A few wiggles and smiles distracted them, the boys at least, to 
making requests.  I enjoyed those as much as the boys did.

I loaded the tray and sat with another bunch of boys.  They stared a lot 
and rarely said something.  Their minds just couldn't get to the rumors.  
I didn't mind because their attention was all on me.

I'm always early at the undressing place after breakfast.  This time 
there were most of the same guys from yesterday.  That included the one 
who fucked me from behind.

"I want to show you that I'm good.  We're both gonna like this sex," he 
promised.

He led me onto the grass and held my hand while I sat down.  He joined me 
and started with kissing.  His lips and hands did all the right stuff and 
got me going.  When I got weak, he held me up to him and kept his tongue 
going in my mouth.  He laid me back on the grass and started to work 
lower on me.  He kissed his way down to my boobs then sucked on my 
nipples and flipped them with his tongue.  My nipples got hard and the 
aureoles puffed out to give him more to suck and flip.  His hand was 
between my legs stroking my thighs and labia.  I was squirming, wriggling 
and breathing hard.  He wasn't just bragging.  He really was good at this 
part at least.

Brooke was the next participant there as usual.  She looked down, paused 
and smiled at me.  Just two days ago, she'd have made some un-Program-
like comment.  She's definitely a changed girl.

The guy doing me went to the next step.  He got into my pussy with his 
hand.  I could feel how wet I was getting.  He had me bucking and gasping 
before he climbed on.  He got his hard cock at my entrance and pressed 
lightly.  His head went in a little and got wet from my juices.  He 
pulled it out and went in a little farther a few times - always slowly 
and gently.  Every thrust made me feel better.  I got a good feel for the 
importance of starting with plenty of playing and slow penetration.  I 
had been very ready in class most of those times.  This time, I needed 
preparation and got just what I needed.

He was thrusting all the way in soon enough and catching my clit on every 
thrust.  My vagina and clit really felt him.  My legs around his ass felt 
good, too.  Screaming came soon after.  I had one clear, explosive orgasm 
and he was still going.  I built up through gasps to screams again and 
had another climax.  The guy kept going and now he had a smile on his 
face.  He knew I liked it.  I settled back for another orgasm and got it 
going.  He must have associated my screams with near-orgasmic reactions.  
That's what they are, after all.  They got him off this time.  He came in 
me before I was all the way up to my climax.  He didn't stop.  He kept 
thrusting and rubbing himself against me even after his dick softened and 
fell out.  I came again then relaxed.

He kissed me once, got up and left.  Damn him.  He was so good getting me 
aroused, getting me off and even staying with me for that last one.  When 
I was feeling all warm and tingly, he split.  I wanted cuddling.  At 
least he was right about knowing how to do good sex.

I got up on my elbows to watch Dawn.  I let the rest of me just sit there 
and relax.  Dawn had on a long dress that went from her neck to mid-calf.  
The fabric was in strips up and down the dress with little seams between 
the strips.  It looked thin - nearly transparent.  We could see the color 
of her nipples and the little patch of pubic hair.

She put her music player down and turned it on again.  This dance was a 
little more energetic than yesterday's.  She didn't stop to be coy with 
her audience.  She just kept up the twirls, leaps, spins and steps.  
Pretty soon a piece of the dress tore loose then tore off.  It floated 
away on the breeze.  That fabric was thin alright, but it wasn't fabric.  
The dress was made of tissue paper.  The dress disintegrated right in 
front of us while she danced.

The skirt went first where she was kicking at it the most.  The "dress" 
then came down over her hips but left her ass and pussy fully exposed.  
Dawn did moves where she threw her shoulders back and thrust out her 
chest.  She bent forward and twisted to the sides.  Those moves stressed 
the top of her dress and those parts soon came apart.  Little pieces of 
her dress blew all over the front of the school.  She finally snatched 
off the part around her neck and over her shoulders when the music ended.

She stood there for requests and got a lot.  Boys were putting their 
hands all over her and telling her how much they appreciated her dances.  
They'd compliment a part of her body and illustrate by stroking her 
there.  She loved it.  Kelly and Emily arrived, so she took her crowd off 
to one side.

"Litterbug," I teased her as I walked by to watch Kelly.

I stood in the audience while Kelly stripped.  I snuggled among a group 
of guys and had their hands all over my ass and boobs.

Kelly started Dawn's music player on a different selection.  This one was 
really bumpy and grindy - very un-Kelly-like.  He stripped like he was a 
Chippendale dancer.  He tore off his t-shirt.  Just before it ripped, I 
saw that the shirt collar had been cut.  He had warm-up pants like 
basketball players wear.  They have Velcro down the legs and can be 
whipped off in one motion.  Kelly danced around with a lot of wriggles 
and pelvic thrusts.  The thrusts were very Kelly-like with a grind at the 
end of each one.  When the music came to a peak, he pulled off the pants.

That left him in his bikini briefs.  It was a little shock even to me 
when he turned around.  The bikini was a thong.  He thrust his pelvis and 
flexed his glutes.  He flexed the two sides alternately so they were 
shaking a lot.  The girls around whooped, cheered and whistled.  The sexy 
feedback helped him feel less nervous.  His dick rose in its pouch.  
Instead of a dangling curve, his bikini took on a rising pointed look.  
That brought all the more cheering from the girls.  He pushed down the 
front of the bikini, flashed its contents all around and pulled it back 
up.  He didn't get his hard cock all the way into it.  His head and about 
an inch of shaft stuck out above the waistband.  There were even more 
hoots from girls, including this one.

He finally stripped off the bikini and finished his dance in the nude.  
Lots of girls had their hands between their legs.  Before the last note 
of music ended, one of the girls ran in and grabbed him.  She dropped her 
panties along the way.  She must have just taken them off.  There was a 
wet spot on them.

"I want you!  Right now!" she screamed as she wrapped herself around him.

He checked Dawn.  She was reacting to all the guys handling her.  She was 
shaking, wriggling, gasping and being held up by them.  She threw her 
head back and squealed just then.  Dawn and Kelly are dating, but I think 
it's just casual.  They both keep doing it with a lot of others.  Here 
was Dawn getting off from intense requests.  Kelly went along with that 
girl who was wrapped around him.  He carried her to the grass and laid 
her there with her skirt pulled up.  We all got a good look at her pussy 
while he got on top of her.

He checked her vagina with his hand and must have found her as ready as 
she sounded.  He slipped right in and started his patented thrusting.  
The girl went from heavy breathing to wild high-pitched squeals.  He kept 
her that way for a long time.  My attention went to Emily.

That beautiful babe was even more so today.  She had her full, curly hair 
all around her face.  With her red hair, green eyes with a little makeup 
and big smile, she was showing off as only a supermodel can.  She's 
wearing that sundress from Monday.  She untied the shoulder strings and 
slowly lowered the dress.  She wasn't wearing anything underneath.  She 
set the dress in the box slowly and gracefully.

She kept up the delicate, graceful, feminine manner when she started 
taking posing requests.  She put a strut, a toss of her head or a thrust 
of her chest into each pose.  The guys were all in awe.  There wasn't the 
raunchy cheering this time, but she had everyone's attention.  She took 
some touching requests, but turned down anything that could get messy.  
She was made up for a session with the photo club and wanted to stay that 
way.

Shawn pulled up in his father's car with the wrinkled fender.  His Dad 
drove away after he got out.  Emily met him as soon as he got to the box.  
She gave him a perky smile and a great view of all her beauty.  She 
started to undress him and he stood there letting her.  He seemed to 
understand that Emily didn't want to get messy.

When she had him naked, Emily took his cock in her hand.  It was plenty 
hard after he took in all Emily was showing him.  She stroked him all the 
way to an orgasm.  She used her towel to avoid being splattered when he 
came.  They did exchange a kiss, then separated so each of them could 
entertain more requests.

A short girl with voluptuous curves her jeans and blouse couldn't hide 
came up to me.

"I am Rosa Carlita Maria Jimenez and I was the girlfriend of Jesus 
Valdez," she introduced.

"Was?  Oooh.  He's such a nice guy and loyal to you even when I tempted 
him," I said.

"He was my boyfriend until last night.  Now he is my fiancé.  You tempted 
him, then encouraged him to stay faithful to me.  Thank you for that.  
Your spectacle inspired him.  He gave me so much extra love last night 
and then this," she said showing me her new ring.

"Way to go!  Congrats, Rosa," I told her.

Hubcap and Valdez were behind Rosa by then and she noticed.  She latched 
on to Valdez and led the smiling, blushing boy away.  She had mischief in 
her eye and snuggled close to him.

"I got a call last night, Pam," said Hubcap.  "One of those stoners 
called me from the hospital."

"I can just imagine," I said and rolled my eyes.

"He said you were the one who beat them up.  I laughed.  Not at that 
idea, but at them being so stupid to go after you.  That's what they are, 
you know - stupid.  I don't know why they think they have anything in 
common with us.  They're immature, irresponsible and don't value or 
respect anything.  They don't try to make anything that works or that 
they can be proud of," he sneered, getting angry.

"Yeah, I defended myself and left them hurting.  Did that one say 
anything about why they were after me?" I admitted and asked.

"Britney.  He said she offered two nights and a month of weed to each of 
them.  That one you slammed was all too ready.  You hurt them a lot.  
They won't take any more for her.  They're gonna pin as much as they can 
on Britney," he reported.  "You have to be bad.  They're the worst in the 
school at hurting people and not thinking anything of it.  Here you are 
doing it worse to them."

"I still think about it and I even cried last night.  I'm not that bad," 
I tried to convince myself.

"Yes you are and you're a great lay, too," he said and smacked my ass.

He noticed the bruise just below where he hit me, "Oh, sorry.  Don't 
throw me in my locker."

"No problem.  It takes more than that to hurt me," I laughed it off and 
he left.

When I turned around, Dan was there.  He was already naked and hard.  I 
reached around him, grabbed a handful of his ass and rubbed against his 
cock.  He grabbed my boob and kissed me like he wanted to do a lot more.

"The word's getting around about last night.  I want the principal to 
hear it from me just like I had to tell Mom this morning.  See you in 
homeroom," I excused myself and started for the office.

Principal Carlson and Mr. N'Dantu were talking together just inside the 
office - about the news report.  They were hoping the students involved 
were from another school.

"Remember how you said there was plenty of time for me to get into 
trouble yesterday?" I asked, then broke their bubble by telling the whole 
story.

They stared at me.  I couldn't figure out whether they felt anger or awe.

One of the secretaries held up the phone and interrupted, "It's Sgt. 
Washington."

"Why am I not surprised?" the principal quipped.

I heard him say on the phone, "Yes, we're just talking with her now. ...  
I understand. ...  Thank you."

He wrote some names and told the secretary, "These are the ones involved 
in that fight last night.  We won't see them while they're in the 
hospital and recovering - a week for them.  Longer for her.  I'll work on 
the superintendent.  Maybe we won't see them again at all."

That brought a good smile to the secretary's face.  They must be well 
known to the office staff.

"Sgt. Washington says he saw most of what happened and agrees with your 
story completely.  I think the school should drop it as far as you're 
concerned, Pam.  Thanks for keeping us informed.  That even impressed 
Sgt. Washington.  You go on and try to have some fun today," he finished.

The bell rang while I was on my way to homeroom.  It was all over outside 
and I'd missed Melissa and Bill.  They always do something sexy, but I 
don't know what it was today.  They just waved on their way by.

One of Mr. Carlson's morning announcements was interesting, "There will 
be an extra cheerleading practice during activities period this morning.  
By their own choice, the cheerleaders are wearing uniforms or going naked 
to get used to it before the pep rally.  They're not in the Program.  You 
can look, but don't touch.  They don't even have to do posing requests."

We broke for our activities.  I don't know whether Emily had anything 
else scheduled.  She was all about the photography club.  My camera was 
still in my locker.  I grabbed it and we started the long way to the art 
wing.  Cass came by just then carrying a camera of her own.

"Hi, Cass.  Photography club?" I greeted her and she nodded.  "Emily 
O'Connell, Cass Switerlitz.  So you're a photographer?"

"I'm into all kinds of art - two classes and three clubs.  I heard that 
we're gonna be stuck posing in our Program week.  Is that what you're 
doing," Cass asked.

"She did hers on Tuesday.  I want to pose today as a real client.  My 
portfolio needs an update," answered Emily.

"Client?  Portfolio?" Cass wondered out loud.

Emily filled her in on going for the next level of model work and what 
the update to her portfolio has to show.  We could both see Cass getting 
eager and anticipating the photo shoot.

"Freshmen didn't have a chance at Pam Tuesday.  They better let us take 
some of you," she said.

I introduced Emily to Patrick, Ginger and some of the others I'd met from 
the photo club on Tuesday.  She asked if they'd be interested in doing 
her portfolio shots.

"You're a model?" one of them asked.  "Aren't you a little too well-
built?"

Emily explained how designers, photographers and agents used to want bony 
thin models.  They  still don't want much fat, but meat on models' bones 
is very much in fashion.  She said she wants to pick shots that show her 
rippling and curvy figure.  That should be easy.  That's what any camera 
pointed at Emily is going to get.

"No money, but name credit in an agency portfolio with world-wide 
exposure," was what she offered them.

"Sure!" responded Patrick.  "Let's see if you're as photogenic as you are 
beautiful."

"What does that mean?" I asked and Emily smiled like she already knew the 
answer.

Lots of the older club members contributed to that answer.  That means 
they all talked at the same time.  When we see a live person our eyes 
concentrate on fairly small features of a face or body, flitting from one 
spot to another.  We take in more at once when we look at a photograph.  
A live subject is also moving and projecting personality.  Personality, 
emotion and the like have to be captured to make the model look 
photogenic in still images.

The wannabe professionals ate up the assignment.  Ten young photographers 
surrounded Emily.  That included the guys from Tuesday, Ginger, Cass, me 
and more.  One was kicking himself for forgetting his camera.  He got to 
borrow one of Mrs. Santucci's loaners.  Emily worked hard posing with no 
breaks for a half hour.  She got a lot of compliments about how she looks 
and how well her hair and makeup were done.  The compliments sometimes 
made her react and kept her smiling, but nothing made her blush in that 
environment.  She let each of us direct her into a few poses.  After 
Tuesday, I'm not surprised that none of the poses had her spreading her 
pussy or bending over for a rear view.

We went to the computers with enough of the hour left to do a good job.  
We had to upload the pictures, pick good ones, do color corrections and 
show them to Emily.  She wanted to see about three from each of us and 
she hoped she would like one of those enough for the portfolio.

There are four computers in Mrs. Santucci's back room for us to share.  
Ginger grabbed me and we monopolized one of them.  She wasn't the only 
club member who had been eyeing my new camera and lenses.

She handed me a card with color patches on it and said, "Take a shot of 
this in daylight by the window and another in the flood light we used on 
Emily.  We'll get a baseline for your camera's coloring."

I got those test shots while Ginger processed her own pictures of Emily.  
She uploaded my test shots and examined the color in each patch.  The 
daylight shot was too close to bother with a correction.  The floodlight 
shots usually need to be corrected for all that yellow.  My camera did 
that and got it right.  Ginger was impressed.

She let me scan through my pictures and upload the ones that looked 
promising.  I had ten that were technically good, but they were mundane.  
They were repeated at least once in every other photographer's set.  
Emily came by looking over my shoulder when the exception was on the 
screen.  It was the one pose I asked for.  I was looking at a downward 
angle from her side.  Her shoulder was half way up the frame and to one 
side.  Above the shoulder, Emily's beautiful face was turned and looking 
up at me with that bright smile.  Her green eyes were particularly 
bright.  Her breasts thrust out below and in front of her shoulder.  That 
perspective combines her big powerful boobs with that gorgeous face.  
Emily was impressed.

She gasped then pointed at the shot and said, "That one, Pam.  No matter 
how many you offer, I'm gonna pick that one.  The size limit is 1024 in 
both directions.  Make sure they're no bigger."

"Right," answered Ginger.  "Have everyone send the selected ones to the 
shared folder on this machine.  I'll size them and stick on the credit."

Emily went around looking at what everyone had done.  Cass had one that 
was spectacular.  It has Emily sitting and leaning forward with her hands 
on her knees.  The leaning made her boobs hang forward and her elbows 
squeezed them together.  Cass got all the deep cleavage Emily's capable 
of and that's a lot of cleavage.

LeVelle got a full shot of Emily's back that brought an "Ooh" from the 
model.  It showed off Emily's shoulders, the Vee of her back, her 
hourglass waist, that gorgeous ass and her long legs.  Her face was 
turned so its profile showed over her shoulder.

"It's perfect and I really need one of my back like that.  Thank you," 
she told LeVelle.

"So she is photogenic," I observed to Tom.

He stuck me with his elbow and answered, "She's not the only one."

Tom got what I call the Supergirl shot.  It was a full frontal shot at 
about waist level  Emily had her feet a little apart, hands on her hips 
and chest thrust out as if it needed any help.  She had a small smile and 
squinted eyes that said, "Bring it on."  All she needed was a big red S 
on her chest.  Since that pose was Tom's suggestion, Emily selected his 
picture of it.  Almost everyone else had a shot of that pose, but Tom's 
point of view was squarely in front of Emily.  It was clearly the best.

Ginger gave an "Ooh" of her own when she saw that selection.  She'd 
passed on that shot when everyone else was snapping away.  She was the 
only one ready when Emily reacted to the compliments.  The dear model 
broke the pose and started to roll her eyes.  She let her weight drop 
onto one leg and one side of her hips was higher than the other.  That 
had the effect of rolling her pussy into the inside of her leg so only 
the top of her slit and little patch of red hair showed.  Her hands were 
still on her hips and her tilted head had the most sassy expression.  The 
way Ginger captured it, it said, "If you want to see that again, hire 
me."

Ginger showed the sassy shot to Emily.  Emily was impressed and squealed 
over it.  Ginger had her unique entry in the selection folder.  So did 
everyone else.  There were enough shots of the basic poses that she could 
include everyone.  The only difficulty was with that loaner camera.  It's 
just not quite good enough.  That guy did have a close-up of Emily's 
smiling face that didn't suffer too much.  Ginger did some Photoshop 
stuff to smooth out the speckles but the sharp focus suffered.

Ginger put "Photo by ..." on each shot.  Some of the new club members had 
to tell her their names and Cass had to spell hers.  They were all 
correct when Emily gave the pictures a final review.  A few minutes later 
they were compressed, attached and emailed to her agent.

Emily gave everyone in the photo club thanks and hugs.  She tacked on 
little kisses for the boys.  She didn't really need to do that.  A hug 
with the naked Emily is quite a reward in itself.  Cass and I kept 
smiling and rolling our eyes at the way she strutted back to the ninth 
grade wing.

Heather was at her locker when we went by.  She was wearing only the 
fishnet uniform top.

She looked down at herself, then up to me and said, "I still hate it, but 
not as much.  We can do actual cheers now, and some of those guys look 
pretty good.  Miss Forester worked with us the whole hour this time.  She 
knows a lot of ways we can show off.  Now I'd like to see her bottomless 
like we are."

"Stay with it, Heather.  You'll get more comfortable.  Remember, the rest 
of the students aren't just staring.  They're admiring you.  Strut it 
like a cheerleader," I advised her.

She gave a weak smile like she hoped that would work and went off to 
class.  Emily and I split from Cass and went to biology.


Chapter 19.  Friday Classes


Dan and Kelly looked at us like we were totally strange.  Emily and I 
both scowled at their look.  What could be wrong?

"No sex?  Either of you?  Are you okay?" Dan asked and Kelly checked his 
sister's head for a fever.

We told about the very successful photo shoot.  They got that it was a 
professional session.  They also admitted that they didn't get any 
either.  They were saving it for today's topic in this class.  That's 
when Mrs. Miller called us to her desk so she wouldn't be overheard.  She 
smiled like she had a plan.

"We need to show sexual arousal and climax in as many ways as we can - 
considering the constraints we talked about Wednesday.  The plan depends 
on you, Emily, and how you react to one of the ideas.  I expect you'll 
have no trouble giving Dan a handjob, right?" she asked.

Emily nodded and looked like she was wondering what the big fuss was.

"Then we'll want to show oral sex between women," Mrs. Miller went on.  
"What do you think of Pam performing cunnilingus on you?"

My face lit up at that idea.  Emily looked shocked and almost horrified.  
She clutched her arms around herself, looked down then up again.

She swallowed hard and responded, "I've been curious, but kind of afraid.  
I didn't want to get into anything emotional with another girl.  I know 
Pam goes for boys and I trust her, so okay."

Emily gave me a coy smile and shook her naked ass like she was 
anticipating it.

"Then I'd like Kelly to engage Pam in vaginal intercourse.  I know that's 
not new to you, but you need a position that gives the camera a good 
view," the teacher said.

We smiled at each other.  Kelly's hard cock twitched and a bead of precum 
announced his readiness.

"We would then have fellatio left to show," Mrs. Miller continued.  "What 
are the chances Dan could be ready again and who would want to blow him?"

I answered, "We'll get him up again, won't we Emily?  I've done him by 
mouth, so it'll be my pleasure to pleasure him again."

Emily snuggled up to Dan, caressed his shoulders and ran her boobs across 
his chest.  She didn't need words for her answer and neither did Dan.  
His hard cock twitched and spurted his precum.  This was only a little 
more than we were expecting all week.

The cameraman from the AV company came in early and set up at the front 
of the room.  He connected the room's video projector to his equipment.  
The whole class would be able to see the close-ups he was going to get.  
Mrs. Miller called the class to order when he was ready.

"We've had several questions from other classes and I want to get some 
answers from our participants today.  The same questions are likely to 
come up every time the video is seen.  First, Pam, just how much have 
your breasts grown this week?" she asked.

"Well ... When I started, my chest muscles pretending to be boobs were at 
the small end of an A cup.  Now I measure at the full end of A's.  That's 
not much, but hey, any is more than none.  The way my boobs spread over 
my chest, I have to wear B-size bras to stretch over them.  Of course, I 
only wear a bra because they make me," I answered.

"And you're still growing," Mrs. Miller finished for me.

There were more questions about how this felt or that tasted.  We had 
answers for all of them, usually with some little humor thrown in.

Mrs. Miller then got to the point of today's session - sexual activity to 
climax.  She explained a little about handling a guy's hard cock, then 
turned it over to Dan and Emily.  Emily strutted up to Dan and grabbed 
his hard cock.  She gave it a few strokes and both said some things about 
how to hold and rub it.

"This way is kind of mechanical and impersonal, though," she said.  "A 
little snuggling and ... appreciation ... of his other parts helps."

She ran her free hand over his chest and shoulders then down his back.  
She moved to stand beside him with one boob in front of his arm and one 
behind.  She rubbed and wriggled against him and had that other hand 
working his ass.  Dan started breathing heavily and his cock twitched a 
lot.  She lay her head against his shoulder and shifted her cock strokes 
into high gear.  This was more than a simple hand job and Dan reacted 
accordingly.  He caught his breath, flexed his muscles and turned red all 
over.  I could tell he was trying to delay his climax to enjoy it as long 
as possible.  It didn't work against the relentless Emily.  He went off 
and shot semen into the second row.  He was pointed between the desks, so 
nobody got splattered.

Emily cleaned off his cock and her hand with tissues.  Dan took some 
tissues to clean his semen from the floor.  Emily was still on stage and 
now I was, too.  Mrs. Miller described cunnilingus and said some 
interesting things about how much better it feels with tongue than with 
fingers.  She's obviously a qualified teacher for this topic.

Then we met the position challenge.  I suggested that Emily lie back on 
the teacher's desk with her hips hanging off the edge.

"I wanna see, and the desk is too low to see the screen," she protested.

"Gotcha covered.  Lie back in my arms," Dan invited as he perched on the 
desk.

Emily climbed up and leaned on him.  She was a little shocked and a lot 
thrilled when I kissed her and ran my hands all down her front.  Yes, her 
boobs feel as good as they look with that great combination of firm 
softness.  Dan took charge of those boobs and stimulated them.  I'm sure 
he enjoyed the chore.  Mrs. Miller pointed out that the purpose and 
methods of arousal aren't any different when women do each other.

I was kneeling between Emily's legs.  I looked up to check that the 
camera had a good view down into Emily's pussy where all the action was 
going to be.  The cameraman dollied around, cranked up the elevation and 
pointed the camera right down in there.  I gave a smile and went back to 
working on Emily.

I kissed her legs and up around her mound.  Between Dan and I, we had her 
breathing heavily.  I kissed her labia and she started gasping at the 
first kiss.  The gasps built into those squeals of hers when my tongue 
started up her slit.  I let my tongue go farther and farther into her 
pussy with each lick.  Her hips started bucking and wriggling, so I had 
to wrap my arms around her legs to hold us together.  My hands were under 
her ass where the camera couldn't see, but they could do their job.

Emily was really feeling good and I guess she liked what she was 
watching.  Her reaction was as good as any other sex I'd seen her do.  I 
decided she was ready.  My tongue found her hood and started working its 
way under.  Emily bucked harder and harder.  My tongue finally got where 
it was going and I let my fingers stroke the crack of her ass.  Emily 
exploded.  Her squeals turned to one of my screams and she sat up.  She 
didn't just sit part-way up and stay on the desk.  She sat straight up, 
wriggling and bucking in my arms.

The camera angle had been great to show how I got Emily off.  Not so much 
now.  I saw later that the cameraman backed off to show our position.  I 
was kneeling and holding all of Emily.  I held her pussy up to my face 
while we finished the last shudders of her orgasm.

I wiped my face with a towel as I stood up in front of her.  She grabbed 
me with her arms and legs and planted one ferocious kiss on my mouth.  I 
found out why boys like to hug her.  Those big hug-filling boobs are just 
a start.  There's more to her the way she's built and conditioned.  The 
very definition of the word firm came to mind when I felt what she has 
all over under that layer of soft skin.

"Gawd you're good, Pam, and strong," she said quietly to me.

Mrs. Miller cautioned girls to be careful around their orgasms.  They 
aren't likely to find a partner as strong as me and that whole climax 
could have crashed to the floor.

I checked Dan.  Between the armful of Emily he had and the close-up view 
of girl-on-girl action, he was already hard again.  There wouldn't be any 
problem giving him a blowjob.  Kelly's turn to fuck me came first.  I was 
totally ready.  Emily's excited climax got to me, too.

Kelly suggested trying almost the same position I had used with Emily.  
Poor Dan.  He got to hold another girl in his arms while she had 
screaming passionate sex.  He was definitely gonna be ready.

I sat at the edge of the desk and leaned back into Dan's arms.  Didn't 
work.  That left my pussy too low for Kelly even with his legs spread 
wide.  He tried to bend his knees, but they hit the side of the desk when 
he thrust.  I suggested the stool again.  There wasn't room for the 
camera if we used the stool against the wall like we'd done a couple of 
times.  Kelly put the stool where the camera could get at us and Dan held 
me again.

When the camera was rolling, Kelly started with the kisses and his hands 
got busy between my legs.  He kissed all the way down to my navel and 
back up again.  I stiffened and got puffy when he sucked and licked my 
boobs.  My juices ran all over his hands while he tweaked pussy.

I was leaning back against Dan's chest and his arms reached under mine 
and up around my shoulders.  I felt his hard cock poking me in the back.

Kelly knew when I was ready.  The camera was pointed down between us and 
caught everything when he thrust into me.  Kelly was leaning back with 
his pelvis forward so the only place we touched was his cock in my pussy 
and my legs wrapped lightly around his ass.  The legs worked to keep him 
up while he was leaning like that.  He pounded into me, caught my clit 
and did that little grind.  The camera caught all of that with its lens 
zoomed in on only our point of contact.

Here we were making a video of a guy holding a 14 year old girl while 
another guy fucked her silly.  Not too long ago that would have been 
illegal pornography.  Here it was a class assignment for naked highschool 
students.

I'm glad my screams didn't overload the AV sound equipment.  I kept 
screaming through three orgasms while Kelly kept up his action.  I was 
getting aroused for the fourth time when he finally went off inside me.  
He pressed his cock into me hard and held it there.  He stiffened all 
over and shook while his stuff pulsed into me.  He pulled out when he was 
finished and stepped back against a wall.  His semen started running out 
of me right away.  The camera caught that and I caught "Eww" from one of 
the girls in the class.  I didn't try to see who it was.  I was still 
recovering in Dan's arms.  I didn't want to move.

Mrs. Miller pointed out how satisfying multiple orgasms can be.  She said 
that any of the techniques being shown for girls can give multiple 
orgasms, but boys have to wait through a refractory period.

Dan had had enough of recovery and was ready for his blowjob.  He pushed 
me up standing and went about cleaning the stool.  I stood against the 
wall beside Kelly.  Neither of us had the energy to get tissues let alone 
clean anything.  Emily handed us some and we sort of started to clean 
ourselves.

Dan sat on the stool and patted his lap with a "Come here" look.  My 
return look said "You gotta be shittin' me."  At the very least, I wasn't 
quite ready.  I staggered over there, straddled his lap and sat on it.  
His cock was up hard between us and felt pretty good.  Some kisses and 
rubbing on my boobs from him helped to perk me up.  It wasn't long before 
I was interested in his cock.

I kissed him from his mouth all the way down to the tip of his dick.  The 
camera followed me down and was right beside my face when I started the 
blowjob.  I licked his cock all around the head and down the shaft on the 
bottom and both sides.  Between the licking and his precum, he was wet 
enough.  I started kissing its tip, then licking it.  I opened my mouth 
wider and took the head in.  It was only in a little, so my tongue had 
room to roam around it.  I had to get that tongue out of the way when I 
tried to get his cock in farther.

I lowered my head over his cock to drive it in deeper.  The breathing and 
gag control came easier this time.  I hardly had to think of it at all.  
After a few bobs of my head, his cock was going all the way in and 
hitting the back of my mouth.  Every time I pulled up, my tongue got to 
do its thing.   I let my hands roam around his legs and the sides of his 
ass while my mouth worked and worked on his cock.  I remembered what he 
said about a spot just below his navel.  I reached up there and got a 
reaction.  He caught his breath and thrust into me extra hard.

"I'm coming," he warned.

I did another quick bob to build some more excitement, then let his cock 
stay all the way in.  I could feel it pulsing as he came and squirted his 
semen down my throat.  I was swallowing as fast as I could.  I thought it 
was cool that I didn't get the taste of any of it and nothing leaked out 
of my mouth.

I licked him off when he was finished.  I swallowed that and wiped my 
mouth before I stood up.  When I did stand, Dan grabbed me into a tight 
hug and kissed me deeply.  This was one of those kisses with a lot more 
feeling than just lust.

"I could see the screen.  Do you know how gorgeous you are with a cock in 
your mouth?" from him brought a blush and re-popped nipples from me.

Mrs. Miller pointed out that the physical satisfaction a guy gets from 
fellatio doesn't depend on continued contact past the start of 
ejaculation.  The girl doesn't have to swallow.  There is an emotional 
satisfaction from being accepted and from the sign of affection when the 
girl stays with him through the whole orgasm.

"You four have shown a cooperative, even eager, attitude beyond all our 
expectations this week.  Your contributions over the whole week have made 
our video something special," Mrs. Miller told us.  "Class, lets show 
them how much we appreciate their work."

The class took their hands out from between their legs, applauded and 
cheered.

Emily asked, "Mrs. Miller, may I be excused early.  I'd like to clean up 
some more for the next class."

Mrs. Miller excused all four of us and we went to the nearest bathroom.  
This was a boys room.  We had it to ourselves during the class hour.  
Dan, Kelly and I washed off a little and mostly talked about how much of 
us the video shows - absolutely everything.  We were finished when the 
bell rang.  Emily washed a lot, paying attention to her pussy and pubic 
hair.  She also ran a comb over her head and touched up her makeup.  
Emily's gorgeous and is starting to figure that out, but she's not vain.  
We looked at her curiously and she noticed.

"I have to fluff this," she said rubbing her little red patch of pubic 
hair.  "See you in English."

We went through the hall taking some requests, but mostly answering 
questions.

"Will my Program week be like yours?" was the most common.

Each of us answered, "It'll be what you make of it.  Expect it to be fun 
and it will be."

We went into English class when the warning bell rang and took the 
prescribed seats near the door.  We left the usual one behind me for 
Emily.  She came in a little later, dropped her bookbag by her desk, 
grabbed a report binder and strutted up to Miss Forester's desk.  She 
strutted because she felt glamorous with the hair, makeup and even the 
fluffy pubes.  She had a fire in her eye that made me think she was ready 
to take on a fight.

"Miss Forester, I have a book report to present today," she announced.

"Of course, Emily.  I'm glad someone's starting early," the teacher 
responded in a neutral tone.  "I have a few preliminaries to do at the 
start of class, then you can make your report."

Emily came back to her seat with her mouth open in shock.  Miss Forester 
had recognized a Program participant.  The next part was even more 
strange.  She asked if Kelly or Dan needed relief.

They both managed to answer, "No thank you, ma'am."

Miss Forester went on, "As a measure to correct my attitude about the 
Program, the administration has insisted that I teach today and for the 
next two weeks in the nude.  Since this is the class where I 
transgressed, this is the class where I have to strip."

She peeled off her tight sweater to reveal big melon-sized breasts 
nestled in the bowl-size cups of a lacy bra.  The bra straps were working 
overtime to hold everything up.  The reason we could see her strap lines 
through her sweaters all week was that the straps were digging in to her 
shoulders so deeply.   She tossed her sweater on the desk.  Those big 
boobs were swinging and swaying with every step and turn.  They bounced 
and jiggled with every arm movement.

"This is a lot easier for me than you might expect," she explained.  "I 
did cheerleading in college and that had me doing plenty of public 
nudity."

She pulled open the Velcro holding the waistband of her skirt, unwrapped 
it and tossed it on top of her sweater.  She wasn't wearing panties.  Her 
legs, butt and abs were tight and strong.  She looks like she can still 
do all the stuff she should be teaching to highschool cheerleaders.  She 
even had a freshly trimmed square of pubic hair just above her otherwise 
clean shaven pussy.

"I did a lot of thinking last night about why I was reacting to the 
Program that way and more thinking about how much this is gonna hurt.  
I've had some Aleve now and I'm gonna do this," she went on.  "The 
reaction comes from what happened to me in college - ligament damage.  My 
breasts didn't just sag; they fell.  Nobody should have a chest like this 
ever, let alone at 23.  Now they hurt if I let them hang or pull them up 
too high.

"I don't think cheerleaders, athletes or anyone else should have to risk 
this happening to them.  I was attacking the Program and taking it out on 
these four participants.  I tried to keep the cheerleaders out of the 
whole movement.  I should have gone along with the athletic department 
and their use of good looking supportive uniforms.  Pam, thank you for 
helping me see that last night.

"Okay, here goes.  Viewer discretion is advised."

She unhooked her bra, pulled it off her boobs and dropped it on her 
skirt.  Those big melons dropped and her skin stretched.  They didn't 
stop until her nipples lined up an inch below her navel, pointing down.  
Even the horndogs who stare at Emily all through class couldn't look at 
the disgusting sight.  I completely understood why she wouldn't want any 
of her students to risk that.

"I realize how the rules I set for the Program participants are 
discriminatory and humiliating.  Starting now, Program participants may 
sit where they please and the whole class will be dismissed together," 
she said.  "I've also been encouraged to read out some of your essays 
from yesterday.  Many of you wrote what you thought I expected.  Several 
tried to make reasoned arguments of their own opinions.  I'll read one of 
those.  Pam's is short.

"Which is more important: English class or the Program?  Pamela Fionda's 
point of view.

"A year of English class is certainly more important than a week in the 
Program.  We'll learn material and skills in English class.  We'll 
develop a love for literature and the joy of reading.  It will make us 
better citizens of the world.  It will change our lives.

"We'll learn material, skills and attitudes in the Program, too.  It will 
make us better citizens of the world.  It will change our lives.

"A year of English class is certainly more important than a week in the 
Program.  That's why they only give us five minutes of class time for 
Program activities.  For those five minutes, the Program is just as 
important as English class."

That brought smiles and applause from most of the class.  Some who were 
caught trying to suck up didn't applaud so much.

"I'm not all the way there with this attitude," the teacher went on.  
"The lecture I got yesterday and a couple of naked weeks might get me 
there.

"Now for a much more pleasant sight and hopefully a good book report, 
Emily O'Connell."

Emily was as taken back by the teachers confession, nudity and deformity 
as the rest of us.  She still strutted her stuff to the front of the 
classroom.  She kept her eyes on her report binder until she put it on 
the teacher's desk.

Miss Forester came to our side of the room and stood near my desk to hear 
Emily's report.

"Seriously, Pam.  Thanks for helping both times last night.  They told me 
about the second one.  Thanks for covering for me when I was so shaken 
up, too," she said while Emily was getting ready.

I suddenly got an idea and asked, "May I have a hall pass to go to the 
office, please, ma'am?"

"Umm, okay.  Grab a slip off my desk," she whispered because Emily was 
starting.

I dashed up there, grabbed a hall pass slip and checked Miss Forester's 
bra - 34D for big boobs on a slim woman.  Emily glared at me for 
interrupting her start.

Emily had obviously rehearsed because she didn't stammer or pause to 
remember her next point, even without note cards.  She was getting into 
the plot and characters of the book.  Her face was bright and she was 
animated in front of the class.  I went to the door after Miss Forester 
signed the pass.  Emily glared at me again.  I think that was because she 
had that much less moral support in the room.  I have more confidence in 
Emily than she does.  She doesn't need my support and someone else really 
needs more support than that.

I took off for the grand distance of one classroom.  Mrs. Miller's class 
was watching the video and twitching with their hands in their laps.  I 
beckoned to Mrs. Miller and she joined me in the hall.  I showed her the 
view through the window in the door to Miss Forester's room.

"Oh!  That poor woman!" Mrs. Miller exclaimed.  "That's both the pain and 
humiliation we're trying to avoid."

Mr. Carlson came along at a fast walking pace.  He had been listening 
again to see that Miss Forester went through with her atonement.  He'd 
heard the ligament damage and pain parts and wanted to check that Miss 
Forester was alright.  He concluded that she wasn't when he saw her.  I 
told them about my idea and they sent me to do it.

I did a fast walk to the gym and found Coach Reeves with a PE class.  She 
agreed that my idea was good if the problem was as bad as I painted it.  
She made a suggestion of her own.  I should take the 34D and 36D fit 
samples in case the 34D held her too high.  The coach even turned her 
class over to Coach Johnston and came along when I returned to the 
freshman wing.

Coach Reeves looked shocked and put her hand over her mouth when she saw 
Miss Forester.  Emily was still giving her report, acting out scenes that 
illustrated her points about character development.  Mr. Carlson asked 
Miss Forester to join us in the hall.

"Exposure is what we intended, Miss Forester," said the principal.  "I 
heard your self-searching explanation.  Your conclusion is sound.  We are 
conscious of the hazards of physical activity without support and you 
should not have tried to exempt the cheerleaders from Program-friendly 
dress.  Am I right that we agree you are subject to the same provisions 
and eligible for the same support?"

Mrs. Miller and Coach Reeves agreed and they looked at me.  I just looked 
back at first, then nodded to go along with them.

"You can try these.  See which one is more comfortable for you," I said 
and gave her the uniform tops.

Miss Forester tried on the 34D then the 36D.  The larger size let her 
boobs hang a little lower and sway a little more.  She decided on that 
one.  It left her boobs looking big, high and gorgeous with just enough 
sexy jiggly movement.  She checked on Emily through the door.  She was in 
a question session and just about finished.  The teacher thanked all of 
us and even gave me a hug.  She opened the classroom door and held it for 
me.

"We have one more thing to mention to Pam.  She'll be right in," Mr. 
Carlson told her.

"There's a position for a student member of the Program committee.  We 
expected to find candidates among the first month's volunteers.  We 
decided to end the search yesterday and select you.  This proves how 
right we were.  Are you interested, Pam," Mrs. Miller asked.

I may have closed my mouth or I may not.  I did nod to agree.

"Good.  Clear activities period on Thursdays," she instructed.

I went in and sat down while Emily was answering questions.  Some 
students who had read the same book were challenging some of her 
opinions.  She kept up her smiles and perky personal manner when she made 
eye contact with each of them as she answered.  She also had well 
thought-out reasons for her positions.  She finally finished, thanked the 
class and returned to her seat.  The class applauded.

"Well, Emily.  You've set quite a high bar even for an AP class.  We'll 
see how many can meet this standard," said Miss Forester.  "As you can 
see, the Program committee has extended mercy to all of us.  Nobody has 
to look at that sight again.  They don't look that bad up here where they 
belong, do they?"

That brought cheers and hoots from the whole class.  For once the 
horndogs faced the teacher instead of our corner of the room.

There weren't any other book reports, so the teacher went into the 
grammar stuff.  She brought her thought to a conclusion just after the 
bell rang and dismissed us all.  Two boys approached the teacher's desk.

"No, I don't have to do requests," came from Miss Forester a few seconds 
later followed by laughter from the rest of us still in the room.

Just to be sure we could get away with it, two boys asked Emily and me 
for hugs right there in the classroom.  The hugs happened.  Yelling did 
not.

I switched bookbag for camera case and all four of us went to our art 
classes.  Crystal, Brian and Steve were in Photography and the boys 
didn't look like they needed relief.

"Another good English class?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah.  You should have seen Steve and Brooke this time.  They even 
made us look repressed," answered Crystal.

I scowled and Steve defended himself, "Brooke and I visited Nikki last 
night.  She's cool with it.  She was actually glad someone was giving me 
relief.  That took the pressure off today.  We could just go with it.

"She sends thanks to you for the handjobs, too.  She's only in one of my 
classes and worried about me.  She'd like it if you could stop in."

I made a note to visit the hospital and told those three about freshman 
English today.  It really felt great seeing Miss Forester strip.  She 
needs the exposure.  She didn't need the rest of that.

Mrs. Santucci complimented us on how well behaved we were with the 
student teacher and how productive the class was.  She then went into 
some more about camera operation - things that cause blurs, how to avoid 
them and how to use them when they can help the picture.  She gave Brian 
and Steve a chance at the extra credit for posing when she took examples.

Just a second after the bell rang, Emily came barging into the art room 
and ducked into the small room in back.  Very few seconds later a squealy 
scream came from there.  I was quick enough to get in there with her 
before everyone else crowded the door.  She had a chart of numbers on the 
computer screen and was just staring at them with her mouth open.

"You gotta check this," she said breathlessly.

She clicked a few times and brought up her agency portfolio.  The cover 
shot was the one I took over her shoulder.  It got an "Ooh" from everyone 
who could see it, including me.  The cover!  My shot is the cover.  She 
went through the rest of the portfolio.  Nine of the ten shots she sent 
were there.  Supergirl was immediately followed by Ginger's.  Levelle's 
backside and Cass' cleavage shots were set opposite each other.  The only 
shot not included was the one from the loaner camera.  I really 
understand why.  The nine new shots were followed by some of Emily doing 
runway work in designers' shows.

"Ordinary models who get scale rates get maybe eight pictures in their 
portfolio.  Advanced models get three times the money and maybe twelve 
pictures.  Elite models get ten times scale and portfolios have 15 or 16 
pictures.  They took out my old cover shot and just added the new ones," 
she explained, still breathless.  "Check this.  These are HOURLY rates."

At elite rates Emily gets more for her first hour than I got all summer 
as a lifeguard.

"Here's what made me squeal.  I got bookings!  In just a couple of hours, 
I got three bookings in New York for spring shows next month.  This is 
all for real!" she exclaimed.

I gave her a hug as she sat there trying to take it in.  I think she 
figured stuff out in those few minutes.  The looks she already had came 
out in those pictures because her personality had come out this week.  
The pictures caught the real Emily, not just that gorgeous body.

She finally managed to log out of her agency, shut off the computer and 
start to lunch.  Kelly and Dan were waiting in the hall.  Emily told them 
what she found.  Well, she gushed it all out breathlessly again.

We were way late for lunch.  Shawn and Dawn missed their partners and 
came looking.  Emily squealed again, dashed past Dawn and jumped on 
Shawn.  He caught her and held her in a kiss until she felt like breaking 
it.  When we separated at the cafeteria door, those two were talking 
about skipping lunch and just doing each other in the courtyard.

Dan walked with me to my locker to put the camera away.  Yes, he walked 
with his arm around me.  He had a few questions about Emily's discovery 
that I could answer from what I saw on the screen.  I told him about 
Brooke getting Nikki's blessing to give Steve some relief.  He was glad 
he was right about them.

As soon as I closed my locker, Dan grabbed me.  He got into another of 
those hugging kisses.  Damn, they're great.  He poured all of himself 
into it and made me feel like doing the same.  I didn't know where I was.  
That happens when I come sometimes, but this wasn't sex.  He really knows 
how to make a girl feel good.  When he does that, I feel good about me, 
about him, about school ... about everything.  He didn't try to take it 
beyond kissing, but that was enough.  Beside the hug and kiss, we shared 
a slimy precum trail where his cock was between us.  I got a towel from 
my locker and wiped us both.

We were late to lunch again and that turned out to be a good and bad 
thing.  As they had said, Emily and Shawn were going at it in the 
courtyard and it looked like they didn't just start.  Kelly and Dawn were 
still eating at a table full of other students.  All the tables went 
quiet when we walked in and I felt eyes on me.  Most people in the 
cafeteria had curious expressions.  Some looked sympathetic, including 
Kelly and Dawn.  There were a few who looked hostile.

Almost everyone was finished eating.  Dan and I had our choice of two 
tables with fresh, clean towels for Program participants.  Everyone else 
at those tables was finished eating - just sitting there talking over 
empty trays.  We sat at the nearest of those two.  The people at the 
table seemed to be just waiting for us.  The questions started before we 
had the first bite.

"Is it true?" was the theme of all the questions about the fight, news 
reports and rumors of who was involved.

"Five of them?" "Yep."  With bats? "Yep."  Is that how you got that 
bruise? "Yep."  

"Were they really stoned?"  "Mostly.  If I tell you the worst about that, 
you'll toss your lunch."

None of them looked like they disapproved, but I wondered and still do.  
That gang left and another wave sat down, this time without trays.  They 
just wanted to talk and went through the same sequence.  I gave the same 
answers.  A third wave came along and did it again.  Dan held my hand 
under the table when I started talking more softly.  It was starting to 
bother me.

"Let her eat," he `suggested' to the fourth wave who tried to sit with 
us.

He got a kiss for that, but it was too late to keep me from getting 
emotional.  I ate quietly and kept holding his hand.  I've been trying 
for a slutty reputation, but now I'm wondering what it really is.  Thug?

Dawn and Kelly had joined Emily and Shawn in the courtyard.  Both couples 
were giving another fucking lesson to third lunch and anyone else who 
could see out the windows.  Dan stayed with me while I ate slowly.

The bell rang and the juniors of fourth lunch rapidly filled the 
cafeteria.  Dan and I went to say hi to the Program participants.

"So you're really having fun in English, Brooke?" I asked.

She punched me and answered, "You knew it wouldn't be long before I'd be 
screwing in class.  Hey, I hear your English teacher stripped in class."

That started me back into a good mood when I got to tell her about Miss 
Forester.

Emily came in from the courtyard and Crystal asked her what the scream 
was all about.  She couldn't get close enough to the small room to find 
out for herself.  Emily was a little calmer after some good sex.  She 
only acted very excited when she told about her bookings as fast as she 
could talk.

Dan and I went to the restroom where the ones who had sex were cleaning 
up.  The rest of us kept watching Emily.  She was bubbly and bouncy.  Her 
joy and excitement did as much as anything else to get me back in good 
spirits.  I reminded her of the history skit we had to do.  She paid more 
attention to the cleaning.

We went to class in a little more of a hurry.  There was preparation to 
do.  The others must have dragged the skins and clubs in while I was in 
the office this morning.  I helped take a bearskin from Dan's locker to 
the history room.  All of that made us look so busy that we got no 
requests, but lots of students watched us.

Mr. Siever greeted us with, "So are we ready for an interesting 
presentation?"

We all smiled at him and assured him that we had something prepared.  Dan 
and I placed the skins behind the teacher's desk.  Emily and Kelly drew 
some trees on the board to give the impression that there was a forest.

"We won't need relief today," Kelly told the teacher.

Dan scowled at him, then said, "The skit will go better if we look 
horny."

Mr. Siever called us to the front for our presentation soon after class 
started.  Dan and Emily hid behind the teacher's desk with the skins.  
Kelly and I started at the other side of the room.  We stalked across the 
room grunting, brandishing clubs and shivering like we were cold.  Dan 
popped up from behind the desk completely covered in a bearskin with the 
head on top.  He growled and we looked startled.  We pretended to club 
the bear and Dan fell behind the desk.  Kelly and I bent down and looked 
like we were working on the "dead bear" for a few minutes.  We got up 
with the bearskin upside down so the head didn't show.  We stood at the 
board away from the desk and wrapped ourselves in the skin.  We cuddled 
in there and started to make out.

Kelly and I got so deep into the making out that it looked like we were 
fucking.  He worked his ass inside the bearskin.  His hard dick was 
rubbing my belly just from the circumstances and his hands were rubbing 
my boobs because he wanted to.  I was getting wriggly and did some 
acting with my face, but no screaming.  Dan and Emily came walking along 
grunting to each other and shivering.  They saw the cozy, distracted 
lovers in the skin and wanted that for themselves.  Dan snatched away the 
skin.  That's not all he got.  Kelly and I both went at him with clubs.  
He dropped the skin, ran and hid behind Emily.  She looked pissed at us, 
then at him.  They both shivered some more.  Kelly and I grunted at them, 
brandished clubs and pointed to the "forest" behind the teacher's desk.  
I gave Emily a club.  She and Dan went to the desk and took turns 
pounding at something with the club.  They came up with their own skin 
and joined us at the board.  Both couples got with the cozy cuddling and 
looked like we were enjoying the sex.

Kelly did have his hands all over me and didn't want to stop.  I was 
caught in the spirit.  I wriggled against him, kissed him and even gave 
his cock a few strokes with my hands.  Mr. Siever finally called an end 
to the presentation.  The class applauded as we took our seats.

"That presentation did combine the elements of nudity and the Program 
with this weeks topic.  Full credit for the presentation and extra credit 
for the extras," Mr. Siever pronounced.

I thought the skit was the bare minimum we could have done.  Really glad 
he liked it.  He finished the section on prehistory by giving us a quiz 
and then assigned the next two chapters for next week.

The short trip from history to algebra was filled with the usual 
assortment of requests.  This is the chance for students who don't have 
any classes with us.  We stuffed bearskins and clubs in lockers, dropped 
our bookbags in the algebra room then went to the hall and waited.  They 
descended on us.  These students had seen the biology video.  They gave 
us all sorts of compliments and praise.  They also tried to do what 
they'd seen in the arousal video.  We all got sooo horny on top of what 
we had done to each other in history.  Dan hadn't even had relief at 
lunch and I was way under my sex quota for the day.  We took our hard, 
drippy cocks, hard nipples and runny pussies into the algebra room when 
the warning bell rang.

"I'm sooo horny," I said to Dan.  "I need an Emily special.  Ask for 
relief, pleeease."

"Oh no, Pam.  I need an Emily special," said Emily behind me.

"Allow me, horny one," Kelly offered.  "But after that session in the 
bearskin, I might only last long enough for a double."

I turned around to see him with his hardon pointed right up at me.  I 
gasped and squealed.

"It'll likely be a triple `cause I'm getting off just looking at you," I 
gasped.

I sat in my seat impatiently wriggling around on my towel while the 
teacher called the class to order.  The boys accepted Ms Grissom's offer 
to get relief and led us girls to the front of the room.  Dan and Emily 
did their thing with her hunching his leg while she jacked him off.  
Kelly sat me on the stool against the wall again.  We're getting good at 
this position and we were both very ready.  He went right in and started 
that marvelous action of his.  I came instantly at full screaming volume.

Kelly may have been ready, but it had only been a little while since he 
did Dawn at lunch.  He lasted a lot longer than predicted.  He pounded 
his cock into me, did that grind on my clit with his hips and used one 
hand on my neck and chest.  This was the best time with him yet.  I got 
three strong orgasms and was well into my fourth when he came.  He rammed 
into me and held it there through his orgasm, then went back to his 
wonderful action.  It took long enough for him to get soft that I 
finished that fourth time.

I scooted back on the stool so Kelly could sit on my lap while we 
recovered.  He got cozy again with some kisses and hands roaming around 
me.  I caught sight of Ms Grisom.  She was awe-struck, standing there 
with her mouth open.  She let us recover even though it was pushing the 
five-minute limit.  We eventually got the strength to stand and start 
wiping.

"Four!" I said to the class with four fingers up in front of me.  "I said 
he really knows how to use it, didn't I?"

For once Ms Grisom didn't call on the Program boys first.  She gave them 
time to recover so they could actually think about the problem they were 
trying to do.  Emily and I got our turns, too.  She was feeling especially 
perky by then and did another great job in front of the class.  I went 
next and didn't want to be outdone.  I was definitely up and perky after 
recovering from a quad orgasm.  I did my best to imitate Emily by 
smiling, facing the class when I spoke and showing my ass when I wrote on 
the board.  I also had that problem cold and nobody challenged me.

When I had finished, Ms Grisom said, "Most of you noticed that I expect 
good `performances' at the board even from naked students.  These four 
have set the example you all could follow even when clothed.  Some of 
them, Emily in particular, took a while to get used to it all, but look 
at them now.  That's quite a precedent for the whole class.  Thanks to 
you four."

She led some applause, but it was restrained.  The class was thinking how 
they were going to feel up there in front and stark naked.

Mr. Carlson made an announcement with a few minutes left in the period.  
The sports teams and the cheerleaders were to go to PE on time to prepare 
for the pep rally.  That was to include those who made teams, but needed 
their schedules changed.  They were excused from their last-hour class 
and were to pick up new schedules before school on Monday.  All last-hour 
classes were cut in half.  The pep rally was to be during the last half 
hour and run half an hour after school.

When the bell rang, we dumped everything in our lockers and went to the 
gym.  We wondered along the way what the awards for Program participants 
would be.




Comments to geffo3@yahoo.com

Thanks, Geffo
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