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 Miss Hartick saw Miss Armstrong heading her way.  "Good Morning, Miss
Armstrong."

   "Good morning," she returned with a sneer.  "You're going to Principal
Steadworth's office?"

   "Do you know what he wants?"

   Miss Armstrong sounded confident.  "There's only one thing I can think
of that involves us both."

   In the Principal's office, they found not only Mr.  Steadworth, but also
Coach Grady.  The Principal greeted the two ladies warmly.  Miss Armstrong
didn't realize what a bad sign that was.  She just kept giving Miss Hartick
a smug look.  The Principal told them, "Coach Grady came to me this morning
to discuss the sports reporter policy that Miss Hartick has adopted."

   "Is that so?" Miss Armstrong asked happily.

   "It seems that Miss Hartick and Shelly have Coach Grady's full
confidence, and he would like to see the interview process continue as it
has developed."

   "WHAT!?!" Miss Armstrong shouted.

   He saw that coming, but Mr.  Steadworth just hated shouting.  "Please
calm down, Miss Armstrong."

   She ignored the Principal.  She pointed at the coach.  "How can you
agree with this?  This is insane!"

   The Coach didn't mind chuckling at her.  "Miss Armstrong, have you
noticed that you're the only one who is bothered by this?"

   "I am not!  The boys on your team are the ones that are bothered.  How
can all of you let this happen?  Are you seriously going to let them keep
doing this, Principal Steadworth?"

   He said, "Well, if the Coach thinks it's a good idea, then who am I to
argue?"

   "You spineless idiot!" She turned on her enemy, "This isn't over,
Hartick!  Coach Grady may be a numbskull, but I'll find someone who will
talk sense to our pathetic Principal." She stormed out expertly.  She had
the practice.

   Coach Grady was still laughing softly.  "I think that went well."

   That wasn't the only hostility at Prellis High.  Carla confronted Shelly
about the pregame interview.  In case you don't remember, I'll remind you,
Carla was Philip's girlfriend.  Shelly let Carla's rival Danielle see
Philip naked.  Naturally, Carla was a little miffed.  "Philip told me all
about it, you pervert!"

   Shelly couldn't help grinning.  "Did he tell you that Danielle touched
his dick?"

   "She did what?"

   "He was totally hard, so she made sure to fondle that incredible penis
your boyfriend has."

   "You're lying." Carla wasn't sure Shelly was lying.  Of course we know
that she wasn't.  In case it was true, Carla said, "I'm going to go talk to
that bitch Danielle!"

   Carla's friend Leslie took a moment to tell Shelly, "This isn't over."

   Shelly asked her, "Do you want to join me in the locker room sometime?"

   "What?"

   "I'm dead serious, Leslie.  I'm going there after practice today.  If
you want to see some of the baseball studs out of uniform, then meet me at
the ball diamond during practice.  You can come along."

   Leslie stared at her in shock.  She knew that she should have said
something nasty.  Instead, "You mean that?"

   "I've already taken a couple other girls down there."

   "I can't do that!"

   "Why not?  You want to.  Are you really going to give up a chance to see
some of the baseball boys butt naked just because Carla's mad at me?  They
get completely hard every time I interview them naked, did you know that?
Anyway, I'll be there.  It's up to you if you want to tag along."

   Poor Leslie!  What a predicament!  On the one hand loyalty to her friend
meant that she couldn't go.  On the other hand, there wasn't a boy on the
baseball team that she hadn't fantasized about.  Oh, the agony of that
moral dilemma.  Leslie made the only real choice she could.  After school
she showed up to watch the boys practice.  "Were you just joking before?"

   "Leslie!  You're trembling."

   "Tell me you were joking."

   "Sorry.  I meant it.  I don't know how you'll live with yourself if you
go with me to check out some dick."

   "OoooOooH!  Fine!  I'll go.  Who, uh, which one are we going to see?"

   "Which one would you like?"

   "Me?" Leslie was stunned.  Shelly meant this too.  "Any of them!  Oh
god! But can I really just pick one?"

   "Well, I owe one to Miss Devasquez, and that one's hers.  But you can
pick another one.  I'll just interview two at once."

   Leslie couldn't help herself.  She had to whisper in Shelly's ear,
"Which one has the best dick?"

   Shelly laughed.  "It's a room full of masterpieces.  You can't be
disappointed by any piece of equipment down there."

   Leslie's eyes got huge.  "Really?"

   "Oh, we'd better go." Shelly led Leslie around to the boys' locker room.
Miss Hartick and Miss Devasquez were already there.  Shelly said, "I
thought it was just going to be Miss Devasquez this time."

   "It is," Miss Hartick said, "but I need to borrow two of the boys." Miss
Hartick took the lead, as she usually did.  Leslie was the last one down,
and she felt that same anxiousness that every girl did when they first set
foot in there.  It was impossible for her to keep her shivers of
anticipation hidden.  Shelly couldn't blame her for that.  Shelly had been
here plenty of times, and she still always got a thrill at the first boy
she saw when arrived.  It didn't matter if he was dressed, half dressed or
undressed.  Just knowing that she was there where the boys were supposed to
be protected gave her a wonderful chill.

   Miss Hartick called out two names, "Arthur and Peter." The boys rounded
the lockers with expressions of dread.  What were they going to have to do
now?  Miss Hartick said, "Good, you're still dressed.  Come with me." The
boys followed her out of the locker room.  They had thought they were in
for some special torment.  When that didn't happen, they were so happy it
was like the sun was shining just for them.

   That left all the other boys with Miss Devasquez, Shelly and Leslie. 
Shelly asked, "Who will it be, Miss Devasquez?"

   "Oh, I'm having a hard time making up my mind.  Would it bother you if I
asked for Steve?  I know you used to date him."

   "Go ahead."

   "No, I think I want Mark."

   "That's okay, I think I'd like to interview Steve at the same time."

   "Uh, sure, why not?"

   "This is the first real interview after a game."

   "Oh, that's right!" Miss Devasquez said as though she needed the excuse.

   Leslie quickly whispered into Shelly's ear.  Shelly grinned.  She said
to Miss Devasquez, "And Leslie thinks she wants to see Chris naked too. 
Can I also interview him?"

   Miss Devasquez nodded proudly.  At that moment she felt a sisterly
affection for Shelly and her girlish appetite for cheap thrills.  The
teacher said, "You heard her, boys.  Come this way."

   Shelly wasn't too happy to be dragging the boys away from all the other
scenery, but she certainly wasn't going to complain.  Miss Devasquez was a
lot friendlier toward the idea of taking advantage of the boys than Miss
Hartick, but she wasn't exactly the openly perverted squealer that Mindy
was either.  Shelly figured that even if she had to do it around a corner
away from the other boys, she was still going to get to see three hotties
strip down and get hard.

   Miss Devasquez made certain that Leslie knew the rules.  "You can touch
the other boys, but Mark is all mine this time."

   Leslie knew she hadn't heard that right.  "I can touch them?"

   "Not Mark.  I won a bet, his body is mine this time." She heard Mark
groan.  She gave him a look that would have been seductive if he wasn't
disgusted with her.  The boys were lined up, standing with pensive gloom.
Miss Devasquez had already seen all of these boys naked and hard.  She
still felt overwhelmed by the approaching nudity.  Besides, she might have
seen these boys, but she hadn't gotten to touch them yet.  She was ready to
do this one just a bit different.  This lineup was a good one.  Mark had
his pants off but nothing else was missing.  Steve was still in full
uniform.  Chris had his jersey unbuttoned, but that was all.  So this was a
great group for Miss Devasquez to give this order to, "I can't wait for the
best part.  Boys, show us your penises right away."

   The boys were startled at that.  Shelly gave a short laugh.  Leslie had
to whisper in her ear again.  Shelly said, "Yes, she means it.  They have
to show us their dicks right off."

   Miss Devasquez knew that she should sound demanding, but she couldn't
keep the happiness out of her voice.  "What are you waiting for, boys?  Get
those cocks out.  Now!" The boys' eyes were wide with fear.  They had to do
what they were told though.  Mark's shaky fingers got his jock strap down.
Steve and Chris undid their pants and pulled everything down to give up
their prizes.  Leslie thought she would never blink again.  She felt the
same sense of lusty wonder that the other girls had.  Even though she knew
she would get to see these boys bared, it wasn't real until it happened. 
There they were, three exposed dicks, and Shelly was right, they were all
masterpieces.  For a moment Leslie had to cover her eyes with her hand. 
When she moved her hand away, the dicks were all still there for her to
gawk at.  Suddenly her expression of disbelief became a look of uplifted
harmony.

   Shelly had a big grin as she started the interview.  "It was a great
game the other night.  Tell me what it's like to win so big and so
unexpectedly in your very first game."

   Even in their vulnerable state the boys felt a small swell of pride at
their performance.  It wasn't much.  It certainly wasn't as much as the
humiliation they felt at having to just pull their dicks out for a teacher
and two girl students.  It was enough that they could answer though.  Miss
Devasquez waved her hand in a way that instructed them to keep stripping.
So the pants were all coming off slowly as they described the feel of
victory.  It always amazed Shelly to see more than one boy moving in
tandem. These three were all wound up by the question and the special
stripping style so that they were moving on autopilot.  In spite of their
timid expressions, they moved with a synchronized pattern that had all
three of them standing bottomless for a moment.  Then they started in on
the rest.  Mark had answered first, being first in line.  By the time Chris
was done answering, all three of them were butt naked except for their
caps. Stripping in the opposite order had them all turned around.  When
they reached up, Miss Devasquez stopped them.  "Wait!  Leave the hats on!
That's great!  Oh my gosh!  Three baseball players in baseball hats and
nothing else."

   "They're so hot," Leslie said breathlessly.

   "They're so naked," Shelly said.  "They're totally naked.  You can tell
how much they wish they could do something about it but they can't.  They
have to stand there and just let us look at them.  Uh-uhn, Chris, no
covering.  Leslie picked your penis, so let her see it."

   "Is Miss Hartick coming back?" Steve asked.

   "Nope," Miss Devasquez said.  "You three gorgeous hunks of meat are
stuck here with me and Shelly." She'd had enough of an eyeful.  She stepped
up to Mark.  "MmmM.  Hot stuff, you were the first boy I ever got to watch
Shelly interview.  We were stricter then.  Now I get to have a bit more
fun." She put her hand on his butt.  His head twitched, but other than
that, he didn't move.

   Leslie whispered in Shelly's ear again.  Shelly giggled.  "Yes, Leslie,
you can touch Chris's butt.  And Steve's.  You can touch them anywhere you
want."

   "Except their penises," Miss Devasquez said.  "Don't forget my rule,
Shelly.  You can only get a feel of their tools if they get a full
erection."

   Shelly smiled at that.  When she first heard Miss Devasquez say that,
she thought it was a bad idea.  Then she realized not even the strongest
willed baseball boy had been able to resist his embarrassment.  They always
showed their feelings with a hard on.  It was a rigged game.  The reason
for the rule was just to embarrass them further.  If they could only keep
calm, they could keep away that last indignity.  If they embarrassed
themselves with an erection, then they were giving the girls the excuse to
humiliate them farther.  It was all up to the boys if Shelly or anyone else
got to fondle their cocks.  Shelly could only imagine how humiliating it
was for the boys to helplessly call out for attention so that Shelly would
play with them.

   Mark was already getting a rise in response to Miss Devasquez's hands
moving around his body, feeling his muscles.  He hated her, but he also
still had a crush on this pretty teacher.  It was terrible.

   Leslie hadn't quite worked up the nerve to put her hand on a boy yet,
but that was okay.  She knew why Mark was levitating.  Then she saw that
Steve was too.  She had to force her eyes to close just so they wouldn't
dry out.  She felt stupid whispering in Shelly's ear again, but she just
couldn't bring herself to ask her question out loud.  Shelly told her,
"He's getting hard just because he's completely embarrassed.  That happens
to boys.  Keep staring at his thing.  It'll keep getting hard as long as we
keep looking.  Embarrassing, isn't it, Steve?"

   He glared at the floor.  Miss Devasquez said, "You should answer her,
Steve."

   He threw a dirty look at the teacher, then at Shelly.  Shelly had to
repeat her question.  "Is it embarrassing to get hard just because we're
looking at you?"

   "You know it is."

   "How embarrassing is it?" Leslie said.

   He gave her a dirty look then.  "It's completely humiliating.  Oh no."
He was there, all the way hard.  Not even Mark had gotten a full erection
yet.  Steve couldn't live with himself and his high, hard announcement of
his humiliation.

   Chris was usually shy, but this time he complained.  Chad and Arthur
told him that Shelly almost wanted to let them keep their clothes on.  It
looked like she was already back to her own wicked and carnal self.  "Why,
why do you l-l-like to embarrass us?"

   Leslie finally got up the nerve to put her hand on Chris's bottom.  "I
just wanted to see you naked."

   Shelly started to chuckle.  Leslie clearly had a crush on Chris.  Of
course a lot of girls did.  It was easy to see why, but he wasn't just
handsome.  He was such a perfect sweetie.  And right then he was paying
Leslie the compliment of getting stiff because she was touching him.  Her
hand hadn't wandered from that fabulous butt.  With teenage single
mindedness, Leslie just kept fondling and groping and squeezing his bum
while she watched his penis rise up little by little.

   Mark had also succumbed to a female touch.  It was impressive, how long
he had held out against Miss Devasquez, but he had give in.  Shelly sighed
happily at the depressed look on his face when Miss Devasquez blatantly
grabbed his cock.

   Shelly realized that as much fun as this was, she did have a job to do.
She resumed her questions as she stared at the buck naked boys.  It was
funny seeing their open expressions of disgrace at the same time that they
were describing the thrill of victory during the game.  When Chris finally
got to his zenith, Leslie had to let him go.  She couldn't help her own
nature.  She had to ask a question, and that meant whispering it into
Shelly's ear.  Shelly smiled wide.  "Well I don't know.  Chris, can Leslie
feel your penis?"

   Chris's face changed from shame to panic.  "Uh, uh, uh, wh-what?" He saw
Shelly give him that look like she knew he heard her.  He stammered some
more.  "Well, w--well, I, uh, I don't want to, uh..."

   Shelly said, "Spit it out, Chris.  What are you trying to say?"

   Miss Devasquez couldn't stand it anymore.  "Shelly, quit tormenting that
poor boy.  Leslie, does Chris have an erection?" Leslie just nodded with
wonder.  Miss Devasquez told her, "That's an invitation.  Go ahead and do
what you want."

   Leslie shuddered.  She couldn't believe she was getting away with this.
She took a quick grab of Steve's penis first, then she moved over to Chris
to lovingly pet his wonder.  Shelly figured that she might as well have
some fun too.  She ran her hand down Steve's body as she asked, "Will there
be any changes at all to the team's strategy now that you've seen some
action?"

   The boys were seeing plenty of action right then, and they hated it. 
The girls would stop with the penis play every so often to let their hands
explore the rest of those fit, young, athletic bodies.  Then they would get
back to fondling and stroking the cocks.  Shelly was in heaven again. 
Steve's super stiff tool was her whole world when it was in her hand.  She
almost couldn't ask any more questions.  She certainly couldn't take any
notes!  When she had everything she needed as a reporter, she finally let
go of Steve and backed away to drink in the sight of all that nakedness. 
"I think that's it for today."

   The boys slumped in relief.  Before long their bodies would be their own
again.  Shelly shook each boys' hand.  She couldn't do more than that with
Mark, but she did take a last grip of Steve and then Chris.

   Miss Hartick hadn't put her hand to the other boys, so as she walked
past, she reached out for a quick touch of each high standing stick. 
"Thank you, boys.  Especially you, Mark.  I've been wanting to do that for
so long.  Your body is wonderful." As they walked away, Miss Devasquez
asked Leslie, "Was that everything you hoped it would be?"

   Leslie was in love with the whole scenario.  Every part of that was a
dream.  She wasn't too happy with herself when she asked, "Shelly, what do
I have to do to come back here?"

   Shelly grinned devilishly.  "Well, if your friend Carla gives me too
much trouble, then I don't have any reason to invite you again, do I?"
   Leslie admitted, "I don't know if I admire you or hate you."