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 Carl Naked in School 12/15 (mf mg mFg+ exhib mast inc?)

   Friday Morning

   One thing about my deal with Dee to stay naked all day, it made getting
ready for school simple.  It was a late morning for me, because first
period classes had been canceled, so sis had long departed, leaving me in
peace at last.  She had ragged on me about having to spend the whole day
naked, until Mom made her stop.  I showered, ate breakfast, combed my hair,
brushed my teeth, grabbed my book bag and I was out the door, the cool
morning air whipping around my bare balls and cock!

   I hadn't minded Dee's teasing too much.  I'd probably do the same to her
if - when - she got sucked into the program.  The only worm in the apple
was that she was going to have her sleep over that night.  To my dismay, a
half-dozen of Dee's friends were coming over that evening for pizza and
whatever.  It was the "whatever" that had me worried.

   She probably would have invited every girl in the class if she could
have gotten away with it!

   Beth was waiting at the corner for me and we walked on, hand in hand,
just like we were dating (and we were, I realized!), only she was dressed,
and I was naked.  Naturally, my cock had saluted her the moment I saw her.
Darn she was cute!  I wanted to ask her if her Mom had said anything when
she'd seen the clothes I'd cum on, but was afraid to.  So I told her about
Dee's party instead.

   "Oh wow," Beth sympathized.  "How do you feel about it?"

   "Embarrassed," I admitted.  "But, well, kind of excited, too, I guess."

   She squeezed my hand.  "Well, you just keep your hands, and everything
else to yourself.  I'm your girl!  Remember that!"

   I looked at her.  "You don't need to worry about that!  They're just
kids!"

   "Some of those 'kids' are a lot more grown up than you think," she
argued.

   "I promise!  I promise!" I assured her.

   "Kiss me," she urged as we turned in at the school.

   "Right now?" I looked at the kids streaming past us, waiting at the
door, too.  "Right here?"

   Not that I didn't want to, but I did want to check we weren't on school
property, so the regulation about PDAs (Public Displays of Affection)
didn't apply.  Before they'd been instituted, it hadn't been unusual to see
full tongue tonsillectomies taking place in the hallways.  I wondered how
they reconciled the PDA rule with things like Marilyn's Hoovering me in
class.  Well, that wasn't affection, really.  That was pure sex.

   "Right now, and right here," Beth insisted, pulling us to a stop right
there on the sidewalk in front of school.

   "With pleasure," I shot back, turning to her.  She looked up at me, I
looked down at her, and it was like magnetism pulled us together.  She even
reached down and lifted my hardon so it slid up against her body as we
melted into each other's arms.

   It was just as good this time as it had been that first time.  Our
tongues played tag, and we breathed together, and she was against me, warm
and alive and exciting, and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra again
today.

   And again, my cock left a big smear of pre-cum on her when we parted.

   "I'm branded," she said with a giggle, looking down at herself.

   "I guess that proves you're mine, and I'm yours," I pointed out.

   "I guess so," she agreed, taking my hand again as we walked up to the
school door.

   Our kiss and our arrival were both greeted with whistles and cat-calls.
We both blushed, but said nothing.  I was proud to be seen with her, and
she must have been proud to be seen with me, since she was willing to walk
around with my cum stains on her.

   The day was a bit chaotic.  It seemed like half the girls and some of
the guys in my classes wound up naked somewhere along the line, somehow.  I
never knew tits and asses came in so many different configurations.  I
found out who some of the real blondes were, too.

   I also had to seek relief twice, both times asking Beth to do the
honors. They were only hand jobs, but something about the way she did it
was so - well, I don't quite know how to describe it, but they were the
best cummings I'd ever had.  Better, even, than Marilyn's blow job, and I
told Beth so.

   I also told her that if I ever had the chance, I'd try to give her as
much joy as she had given me.  She blushed, and squirmed, and nodded.

   "I'd like that," she said softly and shyly.

   Both times, Beth let the cum splatter her blouse and skirt and throat,
and let it run down inside her blouse, too.  It was incredibly sexy to see.
And to know that she was walking around with my cum all down her chest did
more to keep me hard as a baseball bat than all the girls in school naked
could have.

   The afternoon was a bit strange, with the full school assembly they
called.  They had Karen and a bunch of other girls up on the stage, most of
them naked.  It was some kind of a pageant, with the girls who were in the
program giving little speeches about what it had done for them.  Karen was
the best, I thought, and she won the contest easily.

   I also thought it was incredibly sexist that they only had the girls up
there.  To be fair, they should have had the naked guys on stage, too.  I
wondered if they were going to catch hell for it somewhere down the line
from some ACLU lawyer or the like.

   Not that I minded, you understand.  I would have been monumentally
embarrassed to have had to stand up there naked in front of the whole
school and make a speech about it.  But I would have done it.

   Considering what I faced on Saturday, it would have been a piece of cake
anyway.  I had band practice Friday afternoon, as usual.  Everyone else was
dressed, of course, while there I was, marching around naked.  It was
enough to make me wish I played the bass drum.

   I was consoled by the fact that the cheerleaders were holding their
rehearsal at the same time, and they were as naked as I was to get used to
it.  All those bouncing tits and asses were pretty distracting, I admit,
and I wished Beth were there to give me some relief.  She'd said something
about having to go shopping for the dance, though, so I was resigned to
having to tough it out on my own.

   I thought, too, of the other guys, the ones not in the program.  My bet
was, half the guys, or more, had blue balls by the time that show was over!
And they deserved it.  The way they hooted at the girls was really rude, I
thought.

   Not that I wasn't hard, but I'd already cum twice, so some of the
pressure was off.

   I was kind of bummed out that I wouldn't see Beth until Saturday.  She
said she'd be at the game, but I'd be working with the band, so I couldn't
sit in the stands with her or anything.  Maybe we'd be able to say "hi" but
that would be it until I collected her for the dance.

   The band went through the entire routine, music and marching formations.
Our entrance at halftime featured me "dotting the 'i'" of course, and that
went well, though I felt incredibly exposed as I wandered the field before
dashing around to take my place facing the home-team sidelines.  What was
it going to be like during the game with the stands full of parents and
students?  Football was a big deal in our town, and with the word out that
the cheerleaders would be nude it was guaranteed to be a sell out, standing
room only crowd.

   After band it was a lonely walk home.  Funny how quickly I'd gotten used
to having Beth's company, though we'd only walked together a few times, and
never before this memorable week.

   I got the mail out of the mailbox out by the street and leafed through
it as I made my way to the house.  Dropping it all on the hall table, I
called out, but no one was home, so I carried my stuff upstairs and dropped
it on my bed.

   For a moment I thought about putting some clothes on, and then laughed
at the idea.  Why bother?  Besides, it would have been cheating on my deal
with Dee.

   I was dealing with some e-mail when Sis pranced into my room.  "Hi, Bro,
ready for tonight?" she asked.

   I didn't look up from the computer.  "As ready as I'll ever be, I
guess," I answered.

   She leaned her forearms on my naked shoulders, her head next to mine. 
"More ready than that, I hope!" Reaching down, she tweaked my cock, which
was relaxed for a change.

   "Ow!  Hey, don't touch!" I turned on her, and discovered she must have
stripped before coming in.

   "Oh, pooh!" she retorted, posing.  "You can touch me if you want."

   My heart skipped a beat, and my palms itched, but I decided it was time
to be a big brother.  "Look, sis, let's get something straight," I began
seriously.  "You're my sister.  I don't think of you that way."

   She wilted.  "Oh."

   Then I felt sorry for her, wishing I could have let her down easier
somehow.  "Not that you aren't incredibly touchable, if you understand what
I mean," I went on.

   "I am?" She looked down at herself dubiously.

   It made me look, and that was a mistake.

   I gulped.  "You are," I assured her, "for an eleven year old."

   "I thought you said you didn't think of me that way," she pointed out,
indicating my rising cock.

   "Well, I don't.  Or, at least I'm not supposed to," I countered
desperately.  "I mean, look, you're my sister, you're four years younger
than me, and I've got Beth for a girlfriend now."

   "You do?  Have you done it yet?" Dee asked.

   I sighed, looking skyward for assistance from above.  "That is none of
your business!  Besides, you're my sister!"

   "Vice is nice, but incest is best," she quoted provocatively.

   "It is also illegal," I reminded her.  "I could go to jail.  You'd
probably get saddled with a shrink the rest of your life.  And Mom would
blow a fuse."

   "I'm not so sure," Dee mused, nibbling on her finger.  "Have seen how
she looks at you?"

   "Uh.  No." I'm not very good a reading Mom, I admit.

   "She hasn't gotten laid since before the divorce," Dee pointed out. 
"She's horny."

   "She probably masturbates," I countered, marveling that I was naked,
having a conversation like this with my little sister, who was also naked.

   "Do you masturbate?"

   "That is...."

   "None of my business," Dee finished angrily.  "How'm I supposed to learn
anything if no one will talk to me about it."

   I relented.  "It's just that it's kind of personal," I explained. 
"Okay. Yes, I masturbate."

   "How often?"

   "Dee!"

   "Sorry," she apologized.

   "Anyway, you should know, since you've got your spies all over school
watching me.  What do you think that 'relief' I kept getting was?"

   She giggled.  "I know."

   I decided to turn the tables.  "Do you masturbate?"

   "Uh.  Well, not really," she admitted.  "I mean, well...." She was
blushing - a first for her!  "I sort of rub myself." Her hand strayed down
to her little slit and she rubbed it gently.  Then she turned the tables
back.  "Will you masturbate for us tonight?"

   I debated this a moment.  "I don't know," I admitted.  "I promised Beth
I wouldn't - well - that I'm her boyfriend and that I'd remember that
tonight.  But I don't see that means I shouldn't.  And anyway, since I've
done it in front of classes at school, I guess I might."

   "Oh boy!  I've never seen it, and I bet the others haven't either!"

   "No promises," I warned her.  "Now get out of here so I can get my
e-mail done."

   She gave me a peck on the top of my head, and I know darn well her hand
didn't touched my pecker by accident.  I watched her stroll out, her cute
little butt flexing nicely.  She had nice legs, I decided, even if they
were a little skinny yet.

   Mom came in next, on her way to change out of her work outfit.  "Are you
ready for tonight?" she asked.

   "Yes, Mom," I assured her.  "As ready as I'll ever be."

   "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, you know."

   I smiled.  "I promised Dee I'd be available, and naked, and I will be.
How much worse could it be than facing a whole class in school?"

   She patted my shoulder.  "You're doing fine."

   I was just about to make it up to the next level of Ultimate Chaos when
I heard the doorbell go.

   "Carl, could you get that, please?" Mom asked from her room.

   "Why can't Dee get it?" I asked.

   "I'm busy," Dee answered.

   "I'm naked," I pointed out, getting up anyway, knowing the battle was
already lost.

   "No cheating!" Dee warned me as I headed down stairs.

   "I wouldn't dream of it," I assured her sarcastically, opening the door
boldly.  What else was I supposed to do, anyway?

   "Oh!  Hello, Carl!" I recognized Heather, because she'd been over
before. She was a pretty thing, light brown hair, tall and skinny - well,
slender, anyway.  Presumably the woman with her was her mother.

   "I see your mother didn't exaggerate!" Heather's mom observed, looking
me up and down.

   "No, Ma'am," I assured her.  "I hope you don't mind."

   Heather's mom was a dish!  She was one of those suburban soccer moms,
healthy and tanned, trim and fit, wearing a shirt that tied below her
breasts, leaving her midriff bare, and nicely filled shorts.  Her nipples
poked out against the shirt.  No bra!

   "I don't mind at all!  I wish I could stay, in fact."

   "Mom!" Heather protested.  "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

   "Have a nice time, dear," Heather's mom bade her.  "And don't wear out
poor Carl!"

   Rolling her eyes, Heather pushed past me, her hand brushing my cock, and
it was no accident, I was sure of that!

   I was about to close the door when a car pulled up at the curb and
another girl got out - Missy - a short, plumpish brunette.  Mr.  Burke, her
dad, leaned across the seat.  "Hi, Carl.  Lookin' good!"

   I waved, resignedly.  "Thanks, Mr.  Burke.  Come on in, Missy."

   "Hi, Carl," she greeted me in a tone that was 11 years old going on 21.
She was even bolder, giving my dick a squeeze.

   Eleven years old and she was milking me?  Beth was right, some of these
girls were older than I thought!

   By the time they'd all gathered my cock was starting to get sore from
all the handling.  The house was full of giggles and shrieks as kids did
what kids do.  But I was also aware of the looks coming my way all the time
as I served up the pizza and soft drinks.  The TV was going, but no one was
paying any attention to it, of course.  There were whispers and giggles
every time I entered the room, and when I went around gathering things up
hands kept brushing me - my butt, my cock, my legs, even my balls got a
going over!

   It wasn't until bed time that things started to get really interesting.
The girls all stampeded up to Dee's room, while I was left to deal with the
debris.  Dee had been dressed during dinner, much to my relief.  Mom was
smart, she stayed in the kitchen to eat, and then went up to her room,
pleading work.

   I was dealing with the last pizza box when I heard Dee calling me from
the living room.

   I walked in innocently, and froze.  "Holy shit!"

   "Where's your quarter?" Dee asked, holding out her hand.

   "Upstairs," I answered numbly, not sure where to look.  Dee was naked,
that didn't surprise me.  But all the other girls were just as naked as she
was, and it was quite a collection of rampant pubescence, to coin a phrase.


   Chunky Missy had a fair pair of tits, and more than a bit of a dark bush
already, much to my surprise.  Heather was a sylph - Mr.  Turner would like
me using that word, I knew.  She was slender as a reed, with the shyest
swelling for breasts.  She was sitting with one leg over the other, so I
couldn't tell if she had any pubic hair yet or not.

   The one that really caught my eye was a red head by the name of Mickey -
I think her name was Michaela or something.  There were girls in my class
that didn't have a figure like hers yet.  Beth didn't, for that matter. 
Mickey may have been eleven or twelve, but she looked at least sixteen.

   There also was nothing shy about Mickey, that was certain.  She was
sitting on the floor, her legs folded Indian fashion, her crotch wide open
with its fuzz of red hair framing her slit.  She sat very straight, her
tits firm and shapely, capped with sharp, pink nipples.

   The rest of them ran the spectrum down from there.  One petite girl had
no tits, no hair at all, and Dee was on the low end of the scale in that
department, too, but not the bottom.  They were sort of ringed around a
bath towel spread in the center of the floor, some on the sofa and chairs,
others, like Mickey, on the floor, and I had no doubt I was intended as the
center of attraction!

   My hardon was aching.  I glared at Dee.  "You don't expect me to put on
some kind of a show for you, do you?"

   "You said you would," Dee argued.

   "I said I might!" I argued, meanwhile wrestling with my own tangle of
embarrassment mingled with a super-horniness.

   "Please," Dee pleaded, quickly joined by a chorus of begging by the rest
of them.  "Show us," Dee added.  "We need to know."

   I wavered, scanning the array of naked girls, my cock drooling like the
sex-craved moron it was.

   I thought of making a deal - asking them to masturbate for me as I
masturbated for them, but discarded the idea.  Somehow that didn't feel
right.  After all, I was the one in the program, not them.

   "All right," I agreed, pretending to be more reluctant than I was.

   "Is everything all right down here?" Mom asked, appearing behind me. 
Thank God she was wearing her robe, at least, her hair still wet from a
shower.  "Oh my!" she added at the sight of my naked audience.

   "Oh, yeah," I muttered.

   "Carl's going to masturbate for us, Mrs.  Walker," Missy explained
bluntly.

   "Are you sure you want to do this, Carl?" Mom asked.  "You don't have
to, you know."

   "I know." I advanced into the room.  "But I'm supposed to agree to
reasonable requests, and I guess this is reasonable."

   "Mind if I watch, too?" Mom asked to my surprise.

   "Join the crowd," I answered, marveling at the way my dick just went
right on throbbing, mindlessly eager to perform this act of exhibitionism.
Drawing the towel back toward the door a ways, I knelt down on it.  "Can
everybody see?"

   There was a rustle and stirring as they rearranged themselves, making
room for Mom on the couch.  I was facing Mickey Red Bush - Kelly, her last
name was - with the others around me in a half circle.

   I curled my hand around my cock and it seemed to sigh with relief. 
Stroking slowly, I squeezed pre-cum from the tip and smeared it over the
head and hard, hot shaft.  I began stroking, stimulated by the naked girls
surrounding me, looking on - bare tits, bare pussies everywhere.

   I took my time, stroking myself sensuously, my excitement rising.  I
even fondled my balls gently, the way Marilyn had as she'd sucked me.  I
was going to have to teach Beth that trick, I decided.

   Out of the corner of my eye I saw Heather uncross her long, slender
legs, stretching them out on the coffee table.  Her slit opened to me and
she slid her hand down her tummy to stroke it.  Dee was fingering herself,
too, and Mickey, right in front of me, had her finger probing her red bush.
I could see pink petals down there in her crotch.

   It brought another wave of pre-cum from my dork to drool down over my
hand.  Without really even thinking about it, I caught some on the fingers
of my other hand, and licked it off, curious.  It was smooth, musky, just a
little salty.

   Mom's hand was inside the front of her robe, cupping one of her tits,
working, massaging it.  With an embarrassed smile, she saw me looking, and
spread open her robe to expose her mature bush.

   Oh God I was hot!  I didn't know where to look now.  Mom was stroking
her beaver, Beth's finger was parting her pussy lips.  Missy was panting
and moaning softly, rubbing vigorously.

   Mickey slid a finger inside herself, pinching her nipple with her other
hand, licking her lips.

   My cock throbbed.  There was that delicious burning in my guts.  My
muscles clenched, and a gout of creamy semen burst from the head of my dork
like a cannon shot, almost shooting beyond the end of the towel.

   Then I was cumming like a gusher, and around me there were moans and
sighs and whimpers as busy little fingers rubbed and probed and pinched. 
Mom was joining right in, her hips humping as she writhed right along with
us all.