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 Beth Naked in School

   by peregrinf

   Copyright(c) 2010 by peregrinf

   ------ Description: Part 3 of the Carl NIS series.  It is best to read
Carl NIS first, then Carl NIS - Beth's Story second, then this one.  Beth
helped Carl being naked in school, and now it is her turn.  What will he
do? She's not as shy, now, and isn't about to be bullied.  But what a pep
rally, and after the football game.
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voy teach sch

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   Chapter 8

   Wednesday After School, Thursday.

   Stephanie let us into the house and our book bags wound up on the floor
in the hallway.  It was a big house, though I knew she was an only child. I
guess her parents are pretty well off, not that it matters.  She's just a
regular kid.

   We all sort of stood there, fidgeting, nervous.

   "Would you like a snack?  Something to eat?" Steph asked.

   My Evil Twin took over, of course, wouldn't you know it.  "I'd like
something to eat all right, and she's standing right in front of me," I
said, taking her hand.

   Stephanie suddenly looked as scared as I felt.  "Are you sure?"

   I shivered, but didn't let go.  "Of course not, but how else are we
going to find out?" I asked.  "Now, where's your bedroom?"

   "Upstairs," she said softly, not moving.

   "Show us," I insisted, tugging at her hand.

   With Carl trailing along, Stephanie lead us up the stairs, down the hall
and into a light, airy bedroom that was all ruffles and frills, just what
I'd expected of her.  The only thing that was the slightest out of place
was a big poster of James Galway playing his golden flute - and actually,
knowing Stephanie that, of course, was anything but out of place.

   "Now," I said, kicking off my loafers, the only thing I was wearing,
"either you are over-dressed, or I am under-dressed, and I think it is
you." I looked to Carl.  "You sit down over there," I directed.

   "Yes, ma'am!" he responded, giving my bossiness a sarcastic salute. 
"Can I get undressed?" He was grinning and, judging by the lump in his
jeans he could not have been very comfortable.

   I giggled as I unbuttoned Stephanie's blouse.  "Of course.  But until
Stephanie and I are done you can look but not touch."

   Carl began to shed his clothes.  "Okay!"

   Stephanie looked like she was going to burst into tears as I spread her
blouse open to reveal an amply filled bra, so I touched her cheek with my
fingertips, and stood on my toes so I could kiss her on the lips.  I drew
her close, and the feel of her warm, soft, lace covered boobs felt strange
and wonderful against me.  She tasted sweet and exciting, too.

   "You're beautiful," I told her, and she was!  She was soft and rounded,
and I wanted to just snuggle her against me like she was a big teddy bear.

   Then I went back to undressing her, pushing her blouse back and off, and
unhooking and unzipping her skirt.  It only took a little push over her
lush hips to send it puddling around her feet, leaving her in bra and
panties.

   Unable to resist, I had to test her breasts through the bra, my hands
small and dainty against their bulk - cantaloupe melon size.  The were
warm, and soft, and heavy, and the lace over her skin felt marvelous.

   "You can touch me, you know," I suggested softly as I fondled her big
boobs.

   She touched my little breast softly, shyly, and a tingle ran through me.

   "It's soft," she said in a whisper.  "And warm."

   Her fingers toyed with my nipple, and the little nubbin stiffened
eagerly, while my pussy gushed.  I saw Carl, naked now, his hardon a pole
in his lap, his hand curled around it as he watched us.  Leaning forward, I
reached around Stephanie and unhooked her bra, dragging it off her,
exposing those glorious mounds of flesh, glad they had a bit of sag to
them, but not too much.

   Maybe I was a little jealous.  My two tits together wouldn't have made
up one of hers.  I cupped both of hers, lifting their heaviness, my thumbs
playing over her nipples, making them stiffen.  She had large areolas, too.
My titties were, well, sort of like candy kisses, while hers were - well,
Oreo sized, I guess, with nipples that stuck out as I toyed with them.

   When I knelt and drew her panties down, she reflexively cupped her hands
over her pussy.  "I'm not shaved, like you," she whimpered.

   Gently I drew her hands away to reveal a lovely, soft, black bush. 
Leaning forward, I sniffed, tantalized by her musky scent.  "I don't mind,"
I assured her, standing, sliding my hands up her soft body.

   Stephanie was a big girl, with a big frame, generous hips and big bust.
The elastic of her panties had left an imprint on her tummy that I traced
with my fingers, making her shiver, goose bumps roughening her skin.  With
my arm around her, I drew her toward the big bed with its ruffled skirt. 
There was a moment of awkwardness as we lay down together atop the flowered
satin spread.

   Then it was the most natural thing in the world to snuggle together, and
kiss, our breasts nuzzling each other.  This time she responded to my
tongue by sneaking hers into my mouth as I withdrew mine in invitation, and
we tasted each other while our hands roamed over each other's body.

   "Well, what do you think?" I asked when we came up for air.

   "It's - nice," she admitted.  "Isn't it?"

   I agreed, fondling her hefty breast again, pressed against her from
ankle to shoulder.  "Want more?" I asked.

   "Uh huh," she agreed eagerly, responding by kneading my breast as our
legs tangled.

   And I loved her!  It was really that simple, I just loved her,
physically.  We snuggled and stroked, and kissed, my legs and hers
tangling, my pussy pressing against her soft thigh, her bush scratchy
against mine.  Our hands explored, and I found her pussy, hot, and humid,
and moist, and her finger eased into my slit.

   "I want to kiss you," I said.

   "You have..."

   "Down there," I said.

   "Oh!" She shivered.  "Should I kiss you, too?"

   "Not yet," I said.  "Let me try first." I'd tasted my own juices, from
my own fingers, on Carl's face, and I wondered if she would taste
different.

   "All right," she agreed, letting me go so I could slide down along her,
kissing my way, pausing to suckle on each of her breasts, leaving her
nipples stiffly aroused and moist with my saliva.  I licked my way down to
her navel, and her fingers tangled in my hair as I probed that hollow in
her soft tummy.

   Then I ventured lower, and I remembered how Carl had teased me that
night, after the homecoming dance.  I kissed her just above her bush, her
tummy rippling in reaction, and then slid lower, spreading her thighs,
moving between them, kissing the insides of them, licking and nipping her
satiny skin.  I kissed my way around her bushy crotch, closer and closer,
until the hairs were brushing my cheek, my lips.

   Then, combing her bush open with my fingers, I teased my tongue into her
slit.

   Stephanie gasped, her fingers again knotting in my hair as I probed her
humid nook, tasting her tangy juices.  She was warm, and slick, and
aroused, and I took a long, long time just exploring the terrain before
backing off to study it.

   It was beautiful, a blushing pink, with ruffles, and I remembered the
sketches the girl had done of mine in art class, and understood the beauty
she saw there, so I happily dove back in, savoring Steph's tanginess, much
like mine, but with a different scent.

   When my tongue flicked over the nubbin of Stephanie's clit her hips
surged and she gasped again.  I liked that, so I did it some more, and she
moaned and writhed, spreading her thighs far, far apart.

   "I want you!" she gasped.  "Please, let me try it, too!"

   Without a word, and without abandoning my own feast, I squirmed around
so we were going into a sixty nine, as they say.  I wound up kneeling over
her head, and let her draw my pussy down to her lips, her hands cupping my
ass.

   And then, for the longest time we just devoured each other.  I'd suckle
on her clitty and she'd suckle on mine.  I'd probed as deep as I could into
her cunt, slurping out her juices and she'd do the same to me, until,
finally, we were both cumming, practically drowning in each other until we
couldn't cum any more and tumbled apart, panting.

   "Wow!" I gasped, feeling her juices drying on my face.

   "Wow," she agreed.  "Is it always that good?  With a boy, I mean?"

   I rolled my head from side to side in a negative.  "It's just as good,
maybe better, but - different," I explained.  "You'll see."

   "Is there room for one more here?" Carl asked, his hardon drooling as he
stood by the bed.

   "Just a minute." Grunting with the effort, I squirmed around so I had my
head at the same end as Stephanie did, and made room between us girls for
him.  "Here."

   He climbed over me and settled between us, and I snuggled him.

   "Uh, may I?" Stephanie asked hesitantly from the other side.

   "Sure!" Carl and I said simultaneously, making us all giggle and I
kissed him.

   So Steph snuggled him from one side, and I from the other, and Carl was
sort of smothered in our flesh.  I kissed him, and he kissed me, tasting
Stephanie's juices on my lips.

   "Now her," I urged him softly, at the same time guiding Stephanie's hand
to my sweetie's rigid cock and curling her fingers around it.

   So, he turned to her, and kissed her, rolling toward her, and just like
I knew he would, he began to make love to her in the tenderest way.  I
snuggled his back as he toyed with and tasted her lush breasts, and fondled
her already sopping pussy.  And when he slid over her, and she opened her
thighs for him, I helped settle him in the plushy cradle she made for him.
His hips thrust as I guided his cock to her cunny.

   "Oh!" she gasped, squirming a little.  "Oh my!"

   He kissed her, and humped, and I drew my hand out as he bored deeper
ever so gently.  Impatient, and well warmed up, Stephanie grabbed his ass
and pulled and her hips heaved up, and she let out a little squeak and
froze a second.  So I snuggled both of them, kissing Stephanie until she'd
gotten comfortable with the sudden loss of her virginity before Carl eased
his cock more deeply into her.

   As he pumped slowly and deeply in her, squirming on her lush nakedness I
stroked his ass, and felt how his muscles worked as he drove into her.  He
began moving faster and faster, and she was lifting to meet every thrust
when I tickled his balls and felt him go off in her, and she responded by
wrapping herself around him as tightly as she could while her own body
convulsed for the longest time.

   Well, if I hadn't just cum, I would have been jealous, I admit.  As it
was I was more than a little horny from sharing their conjugal dance, so I
fingered myself and squirmed against the two of them until I brought myself
to another orgasm, hugging them as hard as I could as those delicious waves
swept through me.

   After we'd lain there in a big, soggy heap for a long time I finally had
to admit that I was starving to death.  They all agreed, and Carl separated
himself from her.  Grabbing him, I tumbled us over together in a tangle of
naked flesh, kissing him and giggling as we played with each other for a
few moments, and then the two of us fell off the bed together with a thud
that shook the whole house, Stephanie looking down on us from the bed
laughing.

   After untangling ourselves we made our way down to the kitchen and Steph
served us with milk and brownies and we sat around the kitchen table, all
naked and juicy.

   "Well, what do you think?" I asked Stephanie.

   "Wow!  I mean WOW!" She looked at both of us.  "Wow!"

   "But which was better?" I asked.

   She shook her head.  "It isn't like that," she said softly, looking
thoughtful, and a little blue.

   I thought about it myself and agreed.  "No, it isn't, is it?  It's like
comparing apples and oranges."

   "And it depends on whether you have a yen for apples or oranges,"
Stephanie observed.

   "Yeah." I reached for Carl's hand and gave it a squeeze.  "I prefer
apples."

   Stephanie looked thoughtful, took my hand, giving it a squeeze.  "And I
prefer oranges," she admitted.  "No offense, Carl."

   He looked puzzled a moment, and then understood.  "None taken," he
assured her.

   Stephanie looked at me.  "And you're sure you - prefer apples?"

   I nodded, feeling her pain.  "Yeah.  I mean, well, I do love you
Stephanie, but, well, it's Carl I lust after."

   "The eternal triangle," Carl observed.  "Only, well, I love Beth.  Not
that I don't love you, Stephanie."

   "Everybody loves good old Stephanie," she observed wryly.  "Only just
not THAT way!"

   I gave her hand a squeeze.  "Well, we'll just have to find the right
girl for you!"

   Carl looked thoughtful.  "It might be a boy.  I'm not sure it's as
simple as apples and oranges," he mused.  "I mean, well, I love Beth, and I
love you, Stephanie, but it's a different kind of love.  And having sex
with you was good, Stephanie, but it's better with Beth, for me, anyway."

   "Oh." Stephanie mulled this over.  "I loved the sex with you," she
observed, giving Carl's hand a squeeze again.  "But I loved it with Beth,
too, and - I'd rather do it again with her - I mean, I'm more physically
attracted to her than I am to you - not that I'm NOT attracted to you,
Carl."

   "You're confused," I suggested.

   She nodded unhappily.

   "Well, I don't see any reason you have to make up your mind right now,"
I argued.  "You've got a whole lifetime ahead of you, after all."

   She brightened.  "That's true!"

   "So many women, and men, and so little time," Carl joked, smiling at
her. "Who knows, you may change your mind several times."

   She looked at him shyly.  "Have you ever wanted a boy?" she asked.  "No,
you don't have to answer that."

   Carl looked thoughtful.  "There was a kid, Jason Felder, remember him?"

   "In seventh grade," I remembered.  "Kind of a slender, blond boy.  I
remember he used to get teased something awful, because he was kind of
effeminate.  They called him 'Fairy Felder.'"

   Carl nodded.  "Some of the kids were really cruel.  I think that's why
he changed schools.  He and I used to pal around a little, and we wrestled
together sometimes.  One time we were in the showers and wrestled for the
soap, and - and we both got hardons."

   "Oh!" This was something I'd never thought about with Carl, or with any
boy, come to think of it.

   "But that's all that happened," Carl assured me.

   I gave his hand a squeeze.  "After what Steph and I just did, what
difference does it make?"

   "I think we both thought of - doing something," Carl admitted.  "Only we
didn't know what, and we were both embarrassed.  I know some guys jerked
off together, but I never did."

   "Uh - can we go back upstairs?" Stephanie asked after a few moments of
silence.

   "I've got to call my Mom first," I answered.  "How long can we stay?"

   "My parents won't be back until tomorrow," Stephanie admitted.  "You
could even sleep-over if you'd like." She looked at both of us hopefully.

   So I called my mom and got permission, and Carl called his, and then the
three of us headed for the shower.  Stephanie assured us it was big enough
for all three of us, and she was right!  And, since I was itchy down there,
I let Stephanie lather me up and remove the stubble with a disposable razor
while Carl looked on.  And Stephanie took advantage of that opportunity to
study my plumbing, in depth, you might say.  And, while she was on her
knees and busy with my crotch, well, Carl probed her from behind!

   So then we had to take another shower!

   Of course we didn't get dressed again after that.  Why bother?  We
ordered in pizza, and gave the delivery boy such a show he forgot to ask
for his tip - he wasn't from our school, though he'd heard of The Program
and told us he hoped it came to his soon.  As part of her continuing
education in things erotic, we had Stephanie send him off with a smile on
his face and his cum on her face.

   We spent the night - well, I won't bore you with details.  Let's just
say we explored all the possible permutations and combinations that two
girls and a boy can get into with each other.

   The next morning, after we'd showered together again and while Stephanie
and Carl dressed, I pulled my blouse and skirt out of my book bag and
looked at them unhappily.  They were, of course, a wrinkled mess, so I just
stuffed them back in the bag and said the heck with it.

   So, we arrived at school the same way we'd left it, arm-in-arm-in-arm,
Steph and Carl dressed, flanking me, all blushing pink from head to toe!

   There was the usual crowd of boys awaiting my arrival, of course, and
some whistles and cat-calls when they saw us, drawing the obvious inference
from our cozy state.  And with the ice broken on the touching issue, the
boys lined up to get a feel and, well, there were so many of them, and they
looked so eager.

   No, they looked HUNGRY.

   And wouldn't you know it, at that moment my Evil Twin decided to go
AWOL.

   I was terrified!  I knew I couldn't do it without help.  Which, I knew,
was a Program Violation, since everything I did I was required to do
voluntarily, without assistance.

   "Hold me," I begged Carl and Stephanie.

   "What?" Carl was surprised, Stephanie, well, I think she understood,
since she looked almost as scared as I felt.

   "They're going to want to touch me.  Please, hold me!  Otherwise, I
don't think I can do this!"

   "You don't have to!" Carl argued.

   "Yes, I do!  I DO!  So please, just hold my arms, please." I was afraid
I was going to cry.

   Stephanie did understand, I could see the sympathy in her eyes.  "Hold
her."

   "Tight," I begged.  I shivered as Carl took my other arm and, together
with Steph, held me helpless.

   I writhed and squirmed as the boys felt my breasts and butt and my
pussy. It was a whole new sensation, being helpless, totally at the mercy
of others.  I guess all my life I'd been a bit of a control freak, and
there, in front of the school, naked, I surrendered control of my own body
to all those boys!

   More than one boy shoved his finger up my cunt.  Others poked a finger
up my ass.  They squeezed my boobs, pinched my nipples and fanny.  It was
incredibly humiliating, and I was unbelievably turned on.  By the time the
bell rang I was nearly at my wits end, having been probed and pinched and
stroked and penetrated.  I wrapped myself around Carl just to get my breath
back, while Stephanie snuggled against me as well and I felt safe and
protected again.

   "I'm sorry," Carl apologized as the three of us made our way into the
school, but I shook my head.

   "No, it's all right," I assured him.  "It had to be done."

   "I don't know." He was dubious.

   "Trust me, it did." I was unhappy, but not because of what had been done
to me.  I was upset that I'd had to ask Carl and Stephanie to hold me so I
didn't run away.

   Thursday turned out to be one of the worst days of my week in The
Program.  Well, maybe "worst" isn't exactly the word I want.  Maybe "most
challenging" is more accurate.

   First of all, I couldn't ignore that every boy in school was looking at
my naked breasts, my shaved pussy.  All the girls watched me, too, and they
whispered to each other.  I tried to tell myself I was being paranoid, but
I couldn't escape the thought that they were talking about me, about what
had happened outside the school that morning, how my friends had had to
hold me to keep me from running away while the boys groped me.

   Then in math class Freschetti asked for relief again, and asked me to
give it.  He didn't try to dominate me the way he had that first time, at
least, but he was still hairy and intimidating, though his pecker responded
a bit better.

   Then there were the boys who stopped me in the halls wanting a feel. 
When they did I cooperated, of course, putting my hands behind my head,
spreading my legs.  But I died a little inside every time.

   What made it worse, as other students passed they watched as I was felt
up, watched as my breasts were squeezed, my nipples pinched.  Watched as
fingers went up my cunt and ass.  I blushed, and squirmed, and gasped.  A
couple of girls even stroked my shaved pussy, asking me what it felt like,
if I liked it, if Carl liked it.

   I kept trying to tell myself I had nothing to be ashamed of, but I kept
wanting to hide my shaved pussy, my shy breasts, and here it was, the
fourth day that I'd been naked in school!

   I kept thinking, too, that there were whispers about Stephanie and me,
and about what we had done after going off together with Carl the day
before.

   If they only knew!

   Then, at lunchtime, I got called to the principal's office.  He was
behind his desk when I went in, frowning.  I'd never been called there
before, so I was quaking in my non-existent boots.

   He drummed his fingers on his blotter as he looked me up and down,
raising a blush as I stood there, shifting nervously from one foot to the
other.

   "I understand you asked your friends to hold you outside school this
morning, while the boys touched you," he observed.

   I nodded.  "Yessir," I admitted.

   "Why was that?"

   "I was scared, sir," I admitted.

   "You realize taking assistance like that is contrary to the goals of the
program?  You either do something like that willingly, or not at all?"

   I nodded miserably.

   "I could order you to remain naked for another week for that violation,"
he pointed out.

   All I could do was nod, remembering the penalty clauses in the brochure.
Another week naked in school?  I think the humiliation of having failed the
program bothered me even more than another week of total exposure.

   "I'd rather not do that.  We have the students picked for next week, and
if we don't remain on schedule some of those who have volunteered to take
part in The Program will be deprived of the opportunity," he pointed out.

   "Yessir," I agreed.

   "So, I am going to offer you an alternative," he went on.

   "Yessir?"

   "A spanking.  A public spanking.  Ten strokes with a ruler on your bare
buttocks."

   Oh God!  "Yessir."

   "Do you agree?" he asked.

   I thought about it, and cringed.  I'd never been spanked in my life! 
But, if I didn't accept it I'd be letting down The Program.  I managed to
nod tensely.  When he raised an eyebrow, I agreed aloud.  "Yessir, I agree
to a public spanking.  When do you wish to deliver it, sir?"

   He picked up the ruler on his desk.  "Right now, of course."

   Oh dear.  I'd wanted time to brace myself for it!  "Yessir." I hung my
head.

   "Come with me," he ordered, leading the way out of his office, past his
secretary and into the crowded hallway.  There was a bench there, waiting
for me!

   "Do you need someone to hold you?" he asked.

   "Will that count against me?" I asked fearfully, already imagining what
the pain was going to be like.

   "Five extra strokes," he explained.  "But, if you try to resist, even
involuntarily, it will double your punishment."

   "Oh!" I thought this over.  "I'm not very brave, sir.  You'd better have
someone hold me."

   I mean, I wanted to DIE!  I was totally humiliated!

   "Very well.  Stretch out on the bench, face down." He gestured to two
boys to come and grab me.

   The wood was cold against my breasts and tummy as I obeyed.  The boys
stepped forward, one taking my arms and stretching them above my head, the
other grabbing my feet and holding my legs tight, spreading them slightly.

   "Fifteen strokes," the principal announced.  "Ten for a Program
violation, five for needing to be held to accept the punishment.  Please
count each stroke aloud, Miss Finch."

   "Yessir," I agreed.

   WHACK!  My left ass cheek burst into flame.

   "One," I counted.

   "Louder!" WHACK!

   "Two," I yelped louder, my right ass cheek flaring up.

   WHACK!  The left one again.

   "Three!" I fought back tears.

   WHACK!

   "Four." The right one.  Everyone was watching me get punished.

   WHACK!

   "Five." I felt a new stirring in my gut and whimpered as my ass burned.

   WHACK!

   "Six." I pressed my pussy against the hard bench, trying to scratch a
treasonous itch that was building in my cunny.

   WHACK!

   "Seven," I gasped, humping against the bench.  Almost half done with the
spanking, but my arousal was just beginning!

   WHACK!

   "Eight." This one came out a squeak.  I could see them, feasting on my
humiliation, the boys licking their lips, the girls wincing in sympathy
with every stroke.

   WHACK!

   "Nine." Tears trickled down my cheeks.  I squirmed my cunt against the
bench, the itch building.

   WHACK!

   "Ten." I knew my butt was flexing as I tried to grind my clit against
the bench, and that everyone could see it.

   The last five strokes left me weeping and gasping, and hornier than I
think I had ever been in my life.  I groaned as they released me and I
struggled to get up.

   "Thank you, sir," I said to the principal, fighting the urge to rub my
burning butt, and my drooling pussy.  "May I be excused now sir?"

   He smiled at me kindly.  "You may go, Miss Finch."

   Crying, I bulled my way through the crowd and sought refuge in the
girl's room, locking myself in a stall where I rubbed and rubbed - not my
ass, but my pussy until I came like gangbuster!  I heard some girls bang
into the room as I moaned.

   "Having a good time in there, Finchy?" one of them asked snidely. 
"How's your ass?  Though, by the sounds you're making, that's not what's
bothering you, is it?" And they all laughed.

   I stayed in the stall until they had left, then swabbed my cunt with a
cold, wet paper towel, and washed the tears off my face, too.  I studied
the reflection of my butt in the mirror, and it was like you could see
where each stroke hand landed.  A damp paper towel helped ease the sting a
little before I hurried off, late for the first time ever to my art class.

   There, at least, I didn't have to sit down.  I don't think my butt could
have taken that.  Instead I resumed my pose, though I was terribly
conscious of my bright red tail, and the whispers that ran through the room
as the ones who had seen my punishment clued in the ones who had missed it.

   Then, too, Henry was getting down to the finer points of his sculpting,
which involved a lot more intimate touching as he studied my nude body with
his sensitive fingers, tracing the curves of my ass, for one thing.

   Still, he was so sweet and apologetic as he touched me I had to keep
reassuring him that it was all right.  It actually made it worse, reminding
me of the liberties I was letting people take with my body!

   "Sorry," he said, as he felt my breasts.

   "It's okay," I answered, blushing.  I guess to read Braille he kept his
fingers really soft and sensitive.  He brushed my nipples as gently as a
butterfly's kiss, and they responded with an eager puckering of their own,
of course.

   "Uh, you'd better do it again, touch my titties, because they change in
reaction to your touch," I admitted.

   So he did, and it was almost like when Carl licked them he was so
gentle.

   "Wow," he breathed, "they do change, don't they!  Should I sculpt them
this way?"

   "I - you're the artist," I temporized, remembering how the photography
club had wanted my titties erect for their cheesecake shots.

   So he worked on my chest, down to my hips, exploring my navel, my ribs
with his touch, until I was quivering again, even though I'd just made
myself cum.  I found myself wishing Carl were there, so he and I could have
done it right there, for the whole class to watch, and sketch.

   Which, of course, made me think of that crazy community service project
idea I'd come up with, to demonstrate sex to the middle schoolers with
Carl, which made me shiver.

   "Are you cold?" Henry asked, having been counting my ribs or something
at that moment.

   "No," I assured him.  "I just thought of something."

   Everything continued pretty smoothly until my second break.  I was
studying Henry's sculpting, marveling at how deftly his hands shaped the
clay, when his guide dog, Dity, goosed me from behind with her cold, wet
nose!  I let out a whoop that rattled the windows, and probably resulted in
more than one stray scrawl on their tablets by the kids working on their
drawings.

   I turned and glared at Dity, sitting there, grinning at me, her long
pink tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth.  I shook my finger at her
as everyone else laughed.  Well, what else could I do but laugh along with
them, while I was dying inside?

   Then it was back to posing, but I had a hard time getting that startling
touch of Dity's cold nose out of my mind.  It did funny things to my
innards.  I'd had my legs a little bit apart and she'd gotten me - well,
right between my openings, you might say.  I kept thinking of Dity's long,
pink tongue, too, remembering how Carl's and Stephanie's tongues had
explored my cunt, thinking how deep Dity's doggy tongue would probe me
compared to theirs.

   For a moment it felt like I was going to wet my non-existent pants.

   Resolutely, I turned my thoughts away from that to the fact that I still
had to talk to Mademoiselle Duclos about my community service project. 
Since I had a French club meeting that afternoon it would be the perfect
time to broach the topic with her, of course, so I did, after a relatively
uneventful free period and history class.

   She said she'd have to think about it, but that it sounded like a good
idea.

   Heaving a sigh of relief after French club, I hurried out and got
dressed, and never mind how wrinkled my clothes were!  Then Carl walked me
home, right to my door.  Since I hadn't been home since the day before, I
really needed to get caught up with some things at home, and so did he,
much as we wanted to be together.

   "Well, here she is," mom greeted me as she tidied up the kitchen.  "How
was your sleepover?"

   "Oh, fine," I managed to answer casually.  "Anything exciting happen
around here?"

   Mom dimpled slightly.  "Let's just say that your father and I enjoyed
your absence immensely."

   "Oh!" I was still having trouble getting into the idea that my parents
had a sex life, though how else could I have gotten here?

   "You're kind of wrinkled.  It'll probably feel good to get out of those
clothes," Mom commented.

   "Oh!" I looked down at myself, realizing what a mess I was.  "I guess I
will.  Is daddy getting more used to me being in the program?"

   Mom cocked her head.  "Oh, he grumbles and mumbles.  He'll always worry
about 'his little girl' you know, but I think he's getting a little more
comfortable with it."

   I suddenly realized why I was feeling so guilty and uncomfortable.  I
felt like I'd been fighting the program all day, and here I was still
fighting it.  I wanted to tear my clothes off I was so mad at myself.  I'd
never welched on an assignment before, and here I was - I felt like I was
cheating on a test or something!

   I drew a deep breath, stiffening my resolve.

   "I think I'll go naked for dinner again.  Would - would the two of you
want to - uh - undress for dinner, too?" I suggested hesitantly.  "It's,
well, part of The Program for the family to participate.  Uh - Carl and his
mom and sister are into it," I admitted, not about to add that Carl and I
had done a rather explicit show and tell for his sister.

   "Oh!  Oh my!  Are they really?  Both of them?!" Mom blushed.  "Well, I
did read the brochure, and so did your father.  I - well, let me think
about it, and I'll ask him, maybe."

   "Okay." I started to head out of the kitchen to go upstairs.  Then I had
another thought.  "In fact, I think I'll go naked from now until - well,
until I think I can stop!" I announced.

   "And when will that be?" mom asked me with a little smile.

   I stripped off my wrinkled blouse and skirt right there in the doorway.
"I don't know," I admitted.  "I don't know.  Maybe - maybe all weekend! 
Even in church!"

   "Oh my!" mom puffed.  "Even in church?"

   "Even in church." I was surprised she didn't try to argue me out of it.

   "Well, if that's the way you feel about it - well - well, I'm proud of
you!  But I think I'd better clear it with Pastor Bill, don't you think?"

   I blushed.  "Thanks.  I've got homework," I mumbled, fleeing the
kitchen, suddenly aware of the hardness of my nipples and the hotness of my
pussy at the thought of what I was letting myself in for.  At least the
blush on the rest of me camouflaged the blush on my bottom, so I didn't
have to explain that to her.

   One more day naked in school, and then what?  Naked Saturday?  Naked
Sunday?  What had happened to sweet, shy, innocent Beth?  Where had she
gone?

   At dinner that night I saw my daddy naked for the first time since -
well, for the first time ever, I think!  He was a little pudgy, but he had
a handsome cock, I thought.

   And it was as interested in the proceedings as anything, I can tell you,
standing erect in his lap so the tip of it actually peeked over the edge of
the table!  He blushed, and mom blushed, and giggled, and touched his bare
shoulder, trailing her fingers over his back when she went behind his
chair.

   She had big, soft breasts - the breasts I'd nursed from, I realized. 
She was a little plump - comfortable looking, with a bushy pussy that made
me only more aware of my shaved crotch.

   We were all a little silly and nervous.  I think we blushed every time
one of us took a bite of hot dog.  Then, after dinner they excused
themselves and went upstairs, hand in hand, daddy's hardon leading the way,
while I got stuck with clearing the table and doing the dishes!



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