Amelia at Large
by Persephone
Chapter I - Look out, World!
Finally, late on Tuesday evening, it was time to pack up what few clothes they had brought, and head home. Amelia rode nude, fucking her soaked pussy with a vibrator Claire had given her, while her mother tried to stay focused on the road.
They got home late on Tuesday evening. Amelia, naked and glowing from an exquisite multiple orgasm from a vibrator on a bumpy road, leapt from the car and danced into the house. Her mother followed a little more slowly, carrying their sparse luggage. She closed the door behind her and rested her back on the door frame.
"Oh lordy," she sighed, "god it's good to be home. What this old slut needs is a shower."
Amelia poked her head around the kitchen door with a twinkle in here eye. "Together? Yeah?"
"Oh my angel, any other day I would take you in the shower and make love to you till you forget your own name. But tonight I just want to hose off and fall flat. Come sleep with your mother, you insatiable fuck-kitten."
Amelia purred happily while her mother stripped on the way to the shower. A few minutes later they were sleeping naked, wrapped in each other's arms.
Wednesday morning saw Amelia, still blissfully stark naked, waiting for her school bus. The teenage girl climbed aboard the bus and was greeted by the usual chorus of welcomes, wolf whistles and requests for sexual favors, which she eagerly and enthusiastically fulfilled.
By the time the bus arrived at Tenyari Middle School, Amelia Graham had climaxed six times, sucked three cocks and happily swallowed their cum, and gave two other guys hand jobs. As the bus was pulling in, Anders Bering, an exchange student from South Africa, drew everyone's attention to graffiti painted in letters two feet high over the entrance. 'Amelia G is a fucking slut!'
Amelia clapped her hands in glee and reached in her bag for her phone.
"Dude, I need a picture of that! Mom's gonna be so proud."
"You're not mad?" Anders was fascinated by everything about this enthusiastic young American girl.
"Mad? No, this is awesome! Yes I am a slut. I love that word. And yes I fuck. So I am a fucking, slut. It's good to be appreciated for your talents, you know?" She smiled at Anders, as another boy touched her elbow, with a curious look in his eye.
"It's true then? You popped your cherry?"
Amelia looked him in the eye, slipped her middle finger into her pussy, and put it in her mouth to make the popping sound. "Open for business," she grinned. The bus pulled to a stop and everyone piled out and headed into the building.
Amelia was tingling at the idea of gym class. As the unofficial ambassador of the Naked In School Program, she was subject to the same rules as every student enrolled in it. She had to remain completely naked while on school property, and had to consent to being groped or touched by anyone who wanted to. Teenagers being teenagers, it was understood that they have uncontrollable hormonal activity, and quite often found themselves so turned on, horny or aroused by being naked that they required 'relief'. Relief used to be limited to five minutes at the beginning of each class, but but now it meant that the person of their choosing would finger them, masturbate or fuck them to orgasm, in full view of other students, whenever they requested it. Where facilities such as bathrooms or showers were concerned, Amelia had to use those designated for boys. Male students in the Program, of course, had to use the girl's bathrooms and showers.
This meant that after gym class, Amelia would be surrounded by a dozen hot, horny naked guys in the steamy shower water, and would have to consent to whatever touching, groping or other sexual acts they demanded. She could hardly wait.
She endured first period, art class, but did find satisfaction in being one of two Program students in the class. Martin Peeman, who hated his last name, was an eighth grade student chosen to spend the week totally naked. The art teacher, Ms Bourassa, paired them up to pose together as a "classical couple". But Martin was so aroused he was rock hard, and spurted cum all over Amelia's body. He apologized profusely, but Amelia just grinned and scooped it off her body, licking her fingers.
She was enjoying the attention in English class, because she knew Mr Spenser was stroking his cock inside his pants and staring at her, when she got a note to report to Mrs Griffiths' office. Nobody was summoned to the counselor's office unless it was something serious.
Amelia strolled naked through the recently vacated hallways and found herself in the office of the school counselor, an older, white haired woman whose eyeliner was always too heavy and whose office always smelled of cheap rose perfume.
"Amelia, have a seat, dear." Amelia sat carefully on a wooden bench and waited.
"Amelia, you've been a student at Tenyari for about seven weeks. You were in the Naked In School program since the year began...Miss Graham, do you OWN any clothes?"
"Of course. I just prefer to be totally nude."
"Well you know, it will get chilly before long, you will want to wear, oh, something?"
"Yeah I guess," Amelia said easily, "And when I do I'll find something, oh, sexy."
"Miss Graham, you are thirteen now, yes? Have you started having your periods yet? Pretty soon you'll need to think about that, you know."
"My mom is allergic to most tampons," Amelia replied, "so she uses menstrual cups. Hypoallergenic and safe. I will too. No strings, no pads, don't need panties. No clothes."
"You do seem to think you have everything figured out, young woman." Mrs Griffiths read through a couple of sheets on her desk, and Amelia got the feeling she was trying to find something incriminating.
"Miss Graham, your promiscuous nature has earned you quite a reputation here, and... I'll just say it. You are very free with your sexual favors. Now while you may have had 'the shot', eliminating the risk of any and all STD's in your system, you cannot know if your multiple partners have. So you might be carrying someone else's virus, to which you are immune but you could transmit it to a third party. Do I make sense?" She paused, and Amelia suddenly felt very afraid. "The state school board is close to passing a law requiring all students to get 'the shot'. But until that happens, Miss Graham, you are to stop all sexual activity on school property, effective immediately."
"What!! But....I need....oh no, please..."
"What you need, is to control yourself."
"No cocks? No cum? ohh no please, god..." Amelia felt like her world had just been pulled away from her and she was trying not to fall.
"When the school board passes that law, and we believe they will, this ban will be lifted. Until then, no sex. I mean it. Don't force me to turn this into a suspension. You may return to your classroom. Good day, Miss Graham."
Chapter II
Amelia stumbled out of the counselor's office feeling very lost and afraid. Rather than going back to class, she wandered the halls until she found herself in Mr Baker's small office. When he saw the look on her face he stopped what he was doing, held her in a fatherly hug and sat with her on a faded futon couch.
"No sex?? N..no cum?? How am I supposed to go a whole day without sucking any cocks?! I need sex. I need it." She wrapped her arms around Mr Baker and sat quietly on the futon, trying to think about nothing.
"My beautiful slut, my gorgeous, naked cock-sucking little exhibitionist..." coming from him, the words sounded endearing and Amelia relaxed into his embrace, "we'll come out of this on top, you and me and Melissa. Just you wait and see."
"Oh I hope so," Amelia said quietly, "I love you Daddy," she whispered into his collar.
"Amelia," Mr Baker said, his voice hoarse, "you've never called me Daddy before. Oh baby, if I was your Daddy I'd give my little baby girl so much cum..." Amelia purred and nuzzled closer to him. "So much cum," she mumbled happily, "Daddy's cum...."
Mr Baker stood up slowly, unwinding himself from the naked thirteen year old girl laying on his office futon. As quietly as possible he undressed, and folded the back of the futon down to make a bed. Being in Amelia's presence for any length of time it was impossible for him not to become aroused, so he knelt down and gently brushed the tip of his cock across her lips.
Amelia opened one eye and a look of absolute joy shone from her young face. She sat up, stroked his cock and eagerly slid it into her mouth. Mr Baker's cock was smaller than some, and kinked at an odd angle, but the young cocksucker before him obviously didn't mind. She purred happily as she sucked him, and Mr Baker quickly realized how talented she had become since their last encounter. He stretched out over her, kissing his way down her body, gently coaxed her legs apart and teased her young teenage pussy with his tongue. The taste was exhilarating, and he almost came right then. Amelia moaned softly and opened her legs wider for him.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she begged, "oh please, please fuck me...."
He carefully stood up and admired his gorgeous young friend, naked, moist, eager and hypersexual, before kissing her and teasing her clit with his raging hard cock. "God, when I cum," he thought, "it's going to be stellar. I've wanted her for so long…."
He kissed her again and slid his cock into her young, hot, begging pussy. She moaned aloud and he thrust into her, pounding, loving her with his body. Amelia cried out, moaning for joy, her legs wrapped around his back, her rhythm matching his. Their thrusts grew more urgent and she begged for more.
"Daddy," she whimpered, "oohhh fuck your baby girl. Oohhhh god I'm cumming so hard!" Her young body tensed and Mr Baker felt her pussy flood, soaking his cock. "....I love you so much, Daddy."
Mr Baker knew he was close to cumming, there was no stopping him now.
"Mouth or pussy?" he asked quietly.
"Mmmmm.....mouth, Daddy," Amelia replied, her eyes still closed. He moved and brushed his cock against her lips once more. She opened her mouth, but it was too late - he gasped and felt his body spasm violently as he came, his cock gushing cum all across Amelia's face. Her angelic smile as she opened her mouth to receive his sperm just made him cum harder, and her pretty young face was coated in his cum. He collapsed onto her, breathing hard.
"Mmmmmm," Amelia whispered happily, "my Daddy loves me so much."
They lay on the futon together, lost in each other's passion.
"Amelia," Mr Baker said after a few minutes, "I love you so very much, my gorgeous teenage naked slut. But nobody should know we just fucked like newlyweds."
"Oh! Oh no," Amelia said, "Oh I told Mom that when you finally fucked me, I wanted her to be there. Oh I'm sorry Mom!"
"It's okay Amelia, look," Mr Baker said with a wink, and pointed to four different video cameras aimed at the futon, "I'm a pervert, remember? I filmed the whole thing. I'll edit a good film from the recordings and send her a copy."
"You are a bad Daddy," Amelia said with a loving smile, "next time you come to the house we should give you a spanking."
"And then can I fuck a gorgeous mother and her daughter both at once?"
"Very likely, yes," Amelia said naughtily. "Oh but look at me - my face is covered in cum...yummmm ....and my pussy is soaked. How am I doing on this 'no sex' thing?"
"I'd say you failed, beautiful. I also think you look...flushed? You should go home and rest, I'll sign your pass. And tomorrow...to show you're taking this seriously, little one, you should wear clothes."
"But I *hate* clothes!! I belong nude."
"Ohhhh yes you do, Amelia. But try it tomorrow, I'm serious. Wear clothes. No sex. Get through one day like a normal kid and we'll make it up to you."
"Clothes itch."
"Yes they do."
"Clothes are too hot."
"Uh huh."
"Clothes are stupid."
"You know I agree with you. Try one day, Amelia. Really. You need to, so we can beat this thing. Besides, you know you're always naked under your clothes."
Chapter III
The following day, Amelia Graham was waiting at the bus stop wearing a green sweatshirt, baggy blue jeans and sneakers, and she looked miserable. She sat sullenly on the bus and didn't speak to anyone, and went through the day being a typical antisocial, moody teenager. By lunchtime half the guys who usually approached her for oral sex were looking at her as though she were diseased. Lori and Shaniqua, who had chastised her two weeks before for being a poser, now taunted her for being a prudish bitch, and to add insult to injury, had cleared a space away in the corner of the cafeteria. They'd set some mats down and put a hastily-drawn sign on a nearby table, "Tenyari TRUE SLUTS fuck-a-thon". They had a line of guys waiting to screw them and were laying on their backs, taking one after another. Lori happened to see Amelia, tapped Shaniqua on the elbow and pointed, and they both laughed.
Amelia filled her lunch plate in sullen silence and went to find a quiet corner.
"You know, this actually gives you a good opportunity, if you think about it. May I?"
Amelia looked up with indifference. The speaker was Wes Cranford, a substitute teacher who had always been kind to Amelia. He sat down next to her, closed his eyes and whispered something under his breath, then popped open his carton of milk.
"No, really. You've been here six weeks, right? Seventh grade. In that time you've become known as exactly one thing. Well, two. You are 'the naked chick' and also 'the naked chick who will suck your dick'. Thank you, by the way, you really were good. Don't know if you remember." Amelia gave him a hollow smile. "But," he continued, "you are also sweet, honest, genuinely friendly, and a nice person to talk to. Actually talk to. But reputations are made by gossip. All kids will remember is 'the naked chick who sucks your dick'." Amelia had been only half listening to him at first, but now gave him more attention.
"So what you're saying is...." Amelia ventured, trying to see where Wes was going.
"Lori and Shaniqua are both in ninth grade. Next year they'll be sophomores at ...either Jefferson or Montrose. And their reputations will go with them. Tell me, when you look at Lori, what do you see?" He turned to look, and Amelia followed his lead. Lori had her top off and her jeans pulled down, and one guy was fucking her from behind while she sucked someone else's cock, and Amelia was immediately jealous of her. "You see a girl fucking two guys at once," Wes said, "Sure. But does she look like she's having a good time? For real?"
"Well...no," Amelia had to admit. Lori looked impatient and irritated, and her look of lust and horniness seemed artificial.
"They're only doing that, you know, to show you up. Get the better of you. But they already have their reputations, they are selfish, manipulative bitches. They use their looks, and their sex, as a tool to get what they want.
"Now you, Amelia, and I'm sorry, I talked all the way through your lunch, you still have time to build your reputation. Make real friends. Become someone people will want to know, not just a bitch or an easy fuck."
"So, what, give up my nudity? Become like everyone else?"
"No, not at all. Be Amelia. Goodness yes, be Amelia. But be the Amelia that YOU want to be, not someone people expect you to be based on a reputation. Who is that? You'll have to find her for yourself. Take your time. Oh, and listen to Mr Baker. He's a pervert but he means well.
Wes excused himself and left, leaving Amelia to finish her lunch in peace, her mind whirring.
As soon as she got home, Amelia stripped and went to find her mother, who was in the shower.
"Hi Mom, can I join you?" Melissa nodded through a face full of soap, so her teenage daughter climbed into the shower, gave her a hug and a lingering kiss, and reached for the shampoo.
"Today was better than yesterday?" Melissa asked hopefully, "even with clothes obscuring my baby's gorgeous nudity?" She held her daughter close and gently teased her clit, while the steam embraced them both.
"Sucked ass for the most part, Mom," Amelia replied between gasps, "except for one guy who talked - actually talked - to me at lunch. He's a teacher's aide substitute something. Said I have a chance to learn who I am and build a good reputation. More than just being 'that naked chick who sucks dick'." She paused as her mother's kisses between her legs brought her to a tingling orgasm. "Who am I, Mom?"
"You are...." Melissa interspersed her answer with kisses and a probing tongue that made her daughter gasp and moan, "my angel...and my slut....and a gorgeous, sexy woman....and a lady on the verge of discovering her greatness....and someone I've learned to love more than I thought it was possible to love anyone....and a powerful force....and a truly, really, decent person. And my best friend."
Melissa and Amelia moved from the shower to the bed, where they made love for much of the afternoon until they lay gasping, mother and daughter, in each other's arms.
"So tell me," Melissa said as they lay nude together, "what's been going through your mind since that counselor said no sex?" She kissed her daughter lovingly, while Amelia teased and caressed her mother's still-soaked pussy.
"Oh jeez....I dunno. When she said that I thought my world had caved in. Mom, I *need* to be naked. I need to see the look in a guy's face when he cums for me. I need the taste of sperm. Oh god Mom how am I gonna live without sucking cocks? It's what I do best."
"And you'll do it again, angel. This is temporary until they pass that law for 'the shot'."
"Wait, Mom, you're going along with it? We just had sex and now you're saying to wait like good lil chilluns and dress pretty and all that shit? Oh my GOD, Mom I thought you were on my side!"
"Baby I'm always on your side. Always. But this is something we gotta play along with if we wanna come out on top, you know? If you act like nothing changed, they'll drop the hammer on you - on us - so fast it'll make your head spin. Really, baby, play along with the stupid school rules for a few days and we'll get through this. You and me, angel. No force in the world can stop the Graham women when they set their sights on a goal."
"God, you too. Okay, I give. I'll wear the stupid clothes and be all 'no sex please' for a week. They pass that law, Mom, if it moves, I'm fucking it."
"That's my girl."
Chapter IV
The following morning, Amelia found herself called down to the Principal's office, and Mrs Griffiths was waiting when she got there.
"Young lady, you know I was very clear yesterday. No sex on school property. Did you think the rules just don't apply to you?"
'Oh no,' Amelia thought, 'someone found out about Mr Baker fucking me...'
"We have it on good authority," Mrs Griffiths went on, "that you and Lori Vernon and Shaniqua Demarcus had a "true sluts fuck-a-thon" in the cafeteria. There were reliable witnesses who saw you provide sexual favors to several students. You give me no choice but to suspend you from school for four days."
"I...what? What? No, I wasn't with them, I.... suspended? Suspended? You're not serious!"
"Mrs Griffiths is very serious, Amelia. We have been lenient with you, we have bent the rules of the Naked In School program for you, but your incessant promiscuity gives us no alternative. If you cannot tone down your sexual escapades, we simply cannot have you in our school. So effective immediately, you are suspended for four days. Your mother is on her way to pick you up, and you will both have some papers to sign."
"Oh come ON! I wasn't part of their sex thing yesterday, we aren't even friends! Ask anyone. Ask...ask Wes, what's his name? Cranston? He was with me all during lunch. Oh this is SO unfair!!"
"Miss Graham, that's quite enough of your sass. I'm sure you'll have some things you want to say to your mother when she gets here. Mr Henderson? If I may?" The Principal nodded, and Mrs Griffiths left the office. The Principal and Amelia sat in awkward silence for a few moments, until his assistant showed Melissa in to the small office.
"Amelia? Angel, what's going on? You got suspended?!"
"Mrs Graham, please have a seat," Mr Henderson said calmly, "I sort of have to apologize to both of you." He stood up, pointlessly adjusted a shirt sleeve cuff, and sat down again. "Your daughter has been an enthusiastic supporter and active participant in the Naked In School program since her first week here," he said, "and she is very popular with a lot of the students. She is promiscuous, which we like, but she's not....stupid...about it. Some other students are not as careful. Shaniqua Demarcus, for example, has been flaunting school rules for her entire attendance at Tenyari.
Now, we have a very liberal attitude towards adolescent sexuality here, we understand how important it is for teenagers to express themselves sexually." He paused and studied Amelia with a quizzical expression. "You look odd in clothes. Please, undress. Be my guest." Amelia clapped her hands and happily obliged, and was soon sitting in her mother's lap, completely naked. "But laws are still laws," Mr Henderson continued, "and some things are still illegal. Namely, prostitution and the sale of narcotics. Amelia, you are not suspended. You are not. But what you are, is helping us set a trap. You see, Shaniqua and Tamara and the other one, they think they are too cool to be caught. By letting the school think you have been suspended, we are giving them enough rope to hang themselves. They'll make a mistake, I guarantee it. Meanwhile, you get a week off school at Tenyari."
He paused and offered Amelia and her mother water, which they accepted.
"But you won't be sitting at home reading ASSTR stories. Did you know that the Naked In School program is a national initiative? Schools from Maine to California participate. We had a mediocre Program evaluation until a little lady named Amelia Graham fell into our lap. Then suddenly our Program is getting A-plus results! So the Program organizers want us to send you to a school where the Program is struggling, to help them find their groove. You are flying out to Ohio, where you will meet with members of the Buckeye Bill Middle School. I know one week isn't a lot of time, but do what you can to turn them around."
"Wait...Ohio? You're sending my baby to Ohio?" Melissa demanded. She grabbed Amelia's hand and held it to her chest.
"She'll be fine, and she'll be staying with school faculty. I wouldn't worry, Mrs Graham."
"It's cool, Mom," Amelia said easily, "Graham women, remember? We can do this. So a week at some school in Ohio to kickstart their Naked In School program? Cool deal! I've never been on a plane before."
They wrapped up some final details, Amelia quickly threw her clothes back on for the walk to the car, and they drove home to prepare for Amelia's trip. Melissa was concerned about her little girl spending a week away from home at such a fragile age, but Amelia was confident and excited about the prospect.
The flight was on Saturday, so Friday night Melissa took her daughter to eat at PizzaJoe's, Amelia's favorite restaurant. It was a medium-grade pizza buffet, the kind of place where school soccer coaches take their teams after a game. Many of the teenagers there were Tenyari students who marveled at seeing Amelia actually dressed. In no time a small cluster of interested students gathered around their table.
"Dressed? You, in clothes? That is a crying shame."
"I know, right?"
"Is it true you got suspended for a week for spreading HIV?"
"What?? Hell no. I got suspended because someone ratted to Old Lady Griffiths that I was part of Lori and Shaniqua's sex show on Thursday. And that's after she told me to lay off the sex."
"Wait, someone told Little Oral Amelia to lay off cock? She knows you can't breathe without a cock in your mouth, right?" Amelia's mother laughed out loud at the term 'Little Oral Amelia' and high-fived the boy who said it.
"No, for real," Amelia said to her chorus of admirers, "Wednesday she told me, no sex. Thursday I was there in that green sweatshirt, Lori and Shaniqua had that 'fuck-a-thon' in the cafeteria and someone told her I was part of it. So boom, suspended."
"Well you're not on school property now, Am. Wanna suck me off? Mrs Graham, you can help!" Amelia and her mother both laughed, but the teenage girl shook her head.
"Do I want to? Yes. Desperately. God Phil, I need a cock to suck. But Imma show Griffiths that I can do this, that I won't be beat. When they pass that law about 'the shot', that every student has to have the Universal STD Preventative vaccination, you know I'll be there fucking, yes Fucking, with a capital F, everybody I can find. So for now you and the rest of the football team will have to jack each other off in the shower and pretend its me."
There was a chorus of laughter and the crowd of admirers dispersed, around the same time Nathan Baker arrived. He hugged Amelia and kissed Melissa, and held out a USB flash drive key chain on his finger.
"Oh! Awesome! Mom, you'll want to see that."
"What's on it?" she asked.
"You know I said I wanted you there, the first time Mr Baker fucks me? This is the next best thing."
"Oh!" Melissa Graham held her daughter's hand and Mr Baker's hand in each of her own.
"My teenage daughter being fucked by her history teacher, and you recorded the whole thing? God I wish I could have been there. I love you both so much."
They filled their plates from the buffet, but Mr Baker kept eyeing Amelia's body, and Melissa kept reaching under the table to tease her daughter's young pussy under her miniskirt. Amelia leaned back and spread her legs, and felt Mr Baker's eyes undressing her.
"Mom, I don't think pizza is what I want to be putting in my mouth right now..."
"Baby, I know what you mean. Nathan, would you care to join us at the house? Clothing expressly forbidden."
"Melissa...it would be a dream cum true."
They paid and left, and tore their clothes off as soon as the three of them were inside the front door.
Melissa lay Nathan back on the living room floor and lapped at his stiffening cock with her tongue, while Amelia straddled his face. Nathan buried his tongue as far as he could inside her bare, moist teenage pussy, savoring her taste.
When he was properly erect, Melissa sat up and begged him to fuck her daughter. Amelia squealed with delight and changed positions, letting him slide deep inside her. Melissa was taking pictures as fast as she could, of her friend fucking her beautiful thirteen year old daughter.
Nathan reached for her and coaxed her to straddle his face, so Melissa and Amelia could kiss each other.
The three lovers shared their passions, lost in the moment, and Amelia happily lost count of how many times she'd climaxed.
Finally Nathan grunted that he was close to cumming, and Melissa and Amelia both moved to where they could kiss, with his cock a shared pleasure. Nathan's precum made Amelia whimper happily, and she sighed with delight as a spray of cum smeared both her and her mother's faces. They kissed each other to lap it all off, then let Nathan video them making love, mother and daughter, before the three of them relaxed in a pile of orgasmic bliss.
Chapter V
Melissa was adamant that Amelia should not fly nude, but could not decide what would be acceptable. Amelia, at thirteen and gleefully enthusiastic, wanted to bring nothing at all but her phone and a charger, hairbrush, and maybe a debit card, vaseline and her favorite vibrator. Melissa convinced her that flying across state lines she might need to wear *some*thing. So they settled on a bright red bandeau skirt and a white blouse. The bandeau skirt was a simple satin wrap that cradled and caressed her firm, young bottom at the back, and graced her vulva at the front. It began three inches below her belly button and ended just slightly below her bare, kissable, nude thirteen year old pussy lips. The blouse was made of a faintly see through natural silk, loose where it needed to be to allow Amelia's young, developing boobs room to grow and occasionally peek out. It closed with one button at the waist, and the French-cut elbow length sleeves refined and focussed her figure. Below her bandeau skirt, her long, smooth legs flowed down to high-heel acrylic sandals that accented her poise and grace and made her look so extremely fuckable. She wore a simple gold chain around one ankle, and adamantly, stubbornly refused any underwear of any kind. She did settle on a second outfit, a crotchless black silk bikini - the top was sheer fabric that revealed as much as it concealed, and the crotchless thong panties just begged to slide down to her ankles. And she threw in the men's white dress shirt she occasionally wore, but only after removing all the buttons.
Amelia carried her clothes, purse, phone and plane ticket in a miniature backpack that had a plastic toy penis for a zipper pull.
Melissa drove Amelia to the airport, parked and helped her check in at the ticket counter. The friendly young man kept staring at Amelia's top, so she moved slightly, just enough to give him a better view of her nipple. Melissa noticed the subtle gesture and beamed with pride, and ran a hand down her daughter's smooth, perfect ass.
Ticket in hand, Amelia glanced at her watch. "Mom, I have about an hour to board....oh, I hope the TSA strip searches me. In public. Full body search by a horny guy with a huge-ass cock..."
"They'll likely just walk you through an X-ray scanner, angel."
"But I want a full body search! A pretty lesbian woman with rubber gloves teasing and licking my pussy...a guy with a huge cock full of cum, demanding that I suck it...oh please mom?"
"Heehee, baby, not everything in life is like you see in porn movies."
"Well it should be! I want to be a foreign diplomat and be able to negotiate a peace treaty by sucking off six Arab leaders at once and letting them fuck me all night." A man in a three piece suit glanced at Amelia as she was talking, smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. "Got my vote!"
"Here's where I can't help you any more, angel," Melissa said after a little more walking. "Follow the signs to your gate and wait for the boarding call."
"Cool, thanks Mom."
"Be safe, angel, please?"
"Mom, it's cool, I'll be fine."
"I brought you a going away present, baby."
"Huh? Mom, what's this?"
Melissa handed her a flat, round gift wrapped box. Amelia tore the wrapping away to reveal a make-up case, a heart-shaped plastic box with 'Teenage Vixen' in girly pink letters across the case. "It's got lipstick, lip gloss, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, nipple highlighter, nipple hardener, and edible, flavored pussy gloss," Melissa said proudly, "and mouthwash. You're growing up, it's time you started wearing make-up. And I want my little angel to be able to present herself to the world as a beautiful, proud sexy slut."
"Mom, you are the absolute best! I love you so much. I'm gonna miss you." They kissed passionately, like lovers, hands caressing each other's bodies as a small crowd gathered to watch. Families quickly dragged their young children away even as they gazed back with eager curiosity. Finally Amelia had to go find her gate. She gave her mother a final hug and headed off toward the boarding gates.
Melissa watched her daughter stride away, a gorgeous, young, practically naked thirteen year old girl off on her first big adventure without Mom, and she almost broke down and cried. She turned and reached for her phone.
"Nathan, I'm at the airport. Please, can you meet me here, Starbucks. Amelia just left and my heart broke in two. I ...it almost scares me how much I love that little angel. How much I need her. I don't want to be alone for a couple of days. Come pick me up? And please, god, please fuck me."
Chapter VI
Amelia followed signs to her gate, but found herself facing a massive cluster of security guards, electronic scanners, conveyor belts and travelers lining up to be checked through. A big sign read, "TSA checkpoint: Please have your boarding pass ready". She joined a line and saw guards putting bags through scanners and waving electronic wands over people. She got to the head of the line where a bored black woman requested her ticket. The lady punched something into a computer and mumbled, "Line 3, miss."
Line three had two men, one younger and one older, looking through bags and running them through scanners. Amelia placed her backpack on the metal table and unzipped it. The young man poked around inside it with a plastic stick, and his eyes grew wide when he saw Amelia's vibrator. He ran the pack through the X-ray scanner, and nudged his partner when the vibrator showed up. He waved his wand over the young, pretty teenage girl.
"Remove your shoes please, miss."
"Just my shoes?" Amelia asked hopefully, "don't you want to frisk me?"
The young man moved slightly, trying to hide his obvious erection from view.
"You never know," Amelia whispered as she took her shoes off as sexily as she could, "I might be hiding something in my pussy....you should make sure..."
The young man licked his lips and swallowed, examined her shoes and set them off to one side.
"Miss, would you step to one side please? It'll only take a moment. This way, please."
Amelia's pussy tingled with excitement as she was led to a small, unmarked door. She was ushered in and heard the door close and lock behind her; inside was a single metal chair facing a mirror that covered one whole wall. This was the first chance Amelia had had to see herself, in full, as others could. She admired the curve of her ass, the way the red bandeau skirt *almost* covered her cheeks, and how the faintest hint of her moist, young, eager pussy was visible below the smooth fabric. She pulled her blouse tight to see how her nipples stood out, and loosened it enough to expose them completely. She checked her hair, then sat in the chair and examined her pussy in the mirror. When she was satisfied that she was as sexy and fuckable as she could be with clothes on, she sat quietly and waited for something to happen.
She hoped - imagined - that the door would open, and the two TSA agents would come in. She leaned back in the chair and played with her bare, hungry teenage pussy, teasing her clit, as she imagined the older one stripping out of his pants and stroking himself hard. She imagined the younger one kissing her tenderly, his tongue probing her mouth while he slipped her blouse off and caressed her young, tender boobs. She imagined the older one bending her over, teasing her pussy, his coarse fingers making her gasp...him rubbing the tip of his hard cock across her moist, yearning pussy...his precum teasing her before he thrust hard, fucking her, his body straining with each thrust, his cock overpowering her....she imagined the younger one stripping off his shirt, urging her to kiss her way down his ripped, tattooed chest...she imagined desperately tearing his pants away, his huge shaft swinging into view....her tongue sliding hungrily along his proud, hard cock before she slides him into her mouth and sucks him hungrily, one hand massaging his cum-filled balls....she imagined him, groaning with pleasure as she sucked him to sexual release....his hot, stringy sperm spraying across her face, into her mouth, her tongue eager for more...she imagined the older man, fucking her from behind, crying out as he cums, his cock pumping into her soaked pussy with burst after burst of hot cum....she imagined seeing a hidden door in the mirrored wall open, and another TSA agent emerge, holding a video camera...a gorgeous woman in a black miniskirt and fishnet stockings....peeling out of her jacket to reveal her cum-stained bra that quickly finds the floor....she imagined the woman kissing cum from Amelia's face before kissing her way down the teenage girl's willing, yearning body....lapping cum from her soaked, well-fucked pussy.... ........
Amelia masturbated to a very satisfying climax, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her bandeau skirt was up around her waist and her blouse was hanging off one shoulder. The chair was soaked and she'd have to wash up somewhere; but she was disappointed that her TSA fantasy didn't actually happen.
As she finished straightening up, the door opened and the younger man poked his head in. "Miss, you may leave now, we apologize for the delay. Please return to line three to collect your possessions before boarding."
As she was walking back to the TSA scanning area, an older woman in a primly conservative dress approached her.
"Miss, can I ask you a question?"
"Um....sure?"
"You were just detained by the TSA without due cause, and placed in an observation room for over ten minutes. Would you like to file a complaint?"
"Um....." Amelia briefly considered her unrealized fantasy. " Yes, I would."
"Very good. My name is Barbara Langley, I represent the Citizens Against TSA Abuse. Do you know what happened in that room?"
Amelia briefly considered describing her fantasy and decided against it.
"I was told to sit there for a few minutes, then they said I could go?"
"Was there a big mirror in there?"
"Um yes?"
"Are you aware, they were taking pictures of you through the one way glass, to fulfill their sexual perversions?"
"Really!!! They took pictures of me? And they're gonna go jack off to them later?"
"I'm sorry you have to learn the harsh reality, miss. Now would you like to file a complaint?"
"Oh hell yes! If they wanted to fuck me, the least they could do is actually come out and fuck me! God, I can't believe they didn't let me suck their cocks, for real."
"Um, no, miss, I don't think you understand.... we want to...."
But Amelia was already picking her bag and her shoes up at line three and heading to her gate, leaving the older woman to stand in a flurry of confusion.
Chapter VII
Amelia found her gate, where the display read that her flight would board in half an hour. She found a seat, flopped down and pulled her phone out. After a moment she noticed a man staring at her. He was sitting across from her and had full view of her nude pussy under her tiny bandeau skirt, still tingling from her fantasy at the TSA room. She realized his vantage point and gave him a wink, spread her legs a little wider, licked her fingers and masturbated for him, fingers teasing her clit, her head leaned back and her eyes closed. When she was about to climax again, she felt him touch her arm. He handed her a $20 bill, said "Thank you for the show," and left to board his plane.
The call finally came to board her flight so she grabbed her (only) carry on luggage and joined the line to board. The smiling young woman stamped her ticket and waved her through, marveling at her nearly-nude, adolescent body.
Amelia found her seat by a window and settled in for the flight. After a moment an older man with a slender build and thinning yellow hair sat down next to her. He stood up again, put his overhead luggage away and sat down with a thump. Amelia ignored him for a while, focussed on reading something on her phone.
Eventually the passengers all filed in and settled down and the flight attendant gave the obligatory speech about safety and oxygen masks and emergency exits. Amelia enjoyed the performance and wondered how the pretty flight attendant would look naked, with a dozen guy's cum dripping down her chin.
The captain gave a short introductory speech and mentioned the current weather in Ohio - 56 degrees and raining - and taxied the plane to takeoff.
Amelia was fascinated by everything. She loved the preflight safety speech and the view out the window and the funny little magazines about nothing, and how her ears popped.
Eventually the ground was too far away to see anything interesting, and Amelia settled back and closed her eyes, but a moment later she felt a touch on her arm. The thin man next to her nudged her gently and pointed to her waist. She'd slumped down in her seat making her bandeau skirt rise up, exposing her smooth, naked young pussy. Amelia smiled at him and tugged her skirt down as much as it would go.
"Does that bother you? Mom said I should ask that sometimes," Amelia said, "if it's okay with you I'd rather leave it up?"
"I'm...not used to seeing girls as young as you, behave that way. And your mother seems like a very wise person. Is she traveling with you?"
"Nah, I'm flying solo. She's at home."
"If you're more comfortable with your skirt up," the man said, "don't let me stop you."
Amelia hiked it up a little more and relaxed. "You seem very sure of yourself," he commented, "Miles Ashworth, Trinity Church of Christ," and held out his hand.
"Amelia Graham, hi. My family's...not that religious. Is that bad?" They shook hands and Miles briefly studied her attire.
"Are you..forgive me for asking, do you always dress so...sparingly?"
"Dude, this is the most I've worn in about six weeks! I'm usually totally naked. Prefer it that way."
"Oh, your family lives on a naturist retreat kind of place?"
"Huh? Nah, we're pretty normal. House in the burbs, Mom works, I'm in seventh grade." Amelia saw his inquisitive look and continued, "they got this school program, Naked In School. You spend a whole week at school bare-ass naked. It teaches independence, self reliability, confidence, like that. So my Mom signed me up for the Program. I was nervous at first, but after the first day I was hooked. I was so into it, they made me the official full time Program 'ambassador'. I'm pretty much completely naked all day, every day. So now there's a school in Ohio, they got a lot of problems with the Program, so I'm s'posed to help them sort their shit out."
"You are indeed fascinating. And your father, he approves of this Program too?"
"My parents were done split before I was even born. I know my dad, we've met, but he's an asshole. He has no influence on me and we're all okay with that."
"Are you...sexually active?"
"I've had the shot, and yes. I'm thirteen, I'm a teenager. It's no big deal."
The priest paused, seemingly lost for words, but Amelia gave him a quizzical smile.
"Are all priests celi...what's the word?"
"Celibate? Abstain from sex? No, I'm quite happily married. I enjoy making love to my wife."
"Sweet! So do you think the Naked In School Program is a good idea? Had you heard of it before?"
"There was a brief news article a few years ago. But after that one girl was raped and killed at an away game, I thought the Program was abandoned as it was putting kids at risk?"
"It's maybe not as big as they wanted it to be at first. Everyone knows about the naked chick who was raped and shit. They changed the rules a little bit after that - if you're in the Program and going to a rival school that's not participating, you don't have to go nude. Or, just don't go. Erica Bain, that was her. No, but what I wanna know, you're a priest, you teach the Bible, all that, I know you got an opinion about nudity an' shit."
"I do indeed, Amelia. Now, the Bible says, in Genesis, when Adam and Eve realized they were naked, they were ashamed, and hid. But, I ask, why were they ashamed? They were as God made them. We, the world, all life, is a celebration of God's gift. His love. Your mother loves you, she gave you life. God loves us, he gave us life. So we should celebrate the wonderful creation that is life. Being ashamed of how God made you, I think THAT is a sin."
Amelia grinned broadly, held her hand up and high-fived the Priest.
"So like, if you're gay, celebrate being gay because God made you gay?"
"That's it exactly. Smart girl."
"So why ain't you naked, celebrating God's creation?" she asked with a wicked smile.
"Because, my little temptress, nudity leads to temptation, and temptation is a distraction from doing God's work."
"Huh. Y'know, I really thought you'd be all 'nudity is a sin, burn in hell, be saved, blah blah', but you're awesome cool, Miles."
"Thank you, my dear! I shall cherish your endorsement."
"What does..." Amelia paused, thinking, "what does the Bible say about bad stuff happening? Or like birth defects? Kids born handicapped?"
"You would make a wonderful Quaker, little lady. Bad events, murders, plane crashes, happen all the time. We - or I - believe that God made the world and set creation in motion, but he's not actively controlling every aspect of everybody's life. He's like a scientist who made a lab experiment and he's watching it develop and grow. Like a parent watches her kids grow but gives them enough room to be themselves. And we can pray, asking God to step in occasionally and fix something or answer questions."
"That's awesome, I like that!"
"Me too." Amelia and her new friend shook hands, then each settled back for a moment of contemplation.
"Excuse me, miss?"
"Hmm?" Amelia looked up to see a dark haired lady in her 30's, with a teenage boy behind her trying to see over her shoulder.
"My son wants to know if you were ever on the 'Lunch with Jack and Kristi' show?"
"Oh! Yes I was." She looked at the teenager, a boy with lanky hair and acne, wearing a Succubus Night T shirt. She made eye contact with him and winked. "Yes, I did that," she said, and he blushed furiously red and turned away.
He was suddenly afraid to look at her so her mother handed Amelia a sharpie pen and a Succubus Night vinyl sticker. "Will you sign this for him? I don't know what he wants..."
Amelia took the sticker, a 6-inch vinyl graphic of a she-male succubus, and wrote 'I want your cum...love Amelia' across a red wing. She handed it to the lady who gave it to her son, who suddenly had to run to the bathroom.
"Thank you, miss. Gary has been acting peculiar since he saw you. I don't know, these kids." She returned to her seat, and Miles looked at his seat partner with renewed interest.
"You're a celebrity too? You are just full of surprises."
"Celebrity? Nah, we had a school trip to that TV show to promote the Program. We... kinda got the show shut down."
"Oh I wish I'd seen it!"
"Here, hang on, I still have the video on my phone." Amelia fished her phone out and let him watch the scene of her, sucking Chris's cock and getting showered in cum, while her equally naked mother saw to Travis's needs.
"........." Miles said after a moment, and Amelia giggled.
"Wow. I can see why you would be a celebrity!"
"Aww, thanks. If you weren't a priest, I'd offer to let you fuck me..."
"Celebrate God's gift, indeed! I wonder if your young fan has taken care of business in the bathroom yet...he may need some seeing to."
"And you a priest!" Amelia said through suppressed laughter, "lemme out, I gotta go check." She adjusted her bandeau skirt and climbed across Miles's lap, then made her way to the rear of the plane through a field of suddenly fascinated eyes.
There were two restrooms at the rear, and the 'Occupied' sign was set across one of them. Amelia knocked gently on the door.
"Busy!" cried a desperate voice from within.
"It's Amelia, from the TV show. I wanted to see if I could help you with anything?"
There was a strangled noise and a pause, then the door clicked green and opened a crack and an acne-covered face peered out.
Amelia held her hands together and swayed gently side to side, trying to look suggestively innocent. "I can help you empty your cock...let me suck you..." she whispered. Gary blanched and swung the door open, and pulled Amelia into the tiny restroom. There was barely room for two, but she knelt in front of him as he leaned against the steel toilet.
"Oh my god oh my god oh my god you're here....oh my god I can't believe it..."
Amelia let her blouse slip from her shoulders and looked up at him with begging eyes. "Please, let me suck your cock baby...."
She unzipped him, letting his slender erect cock slip into her hand. She closed her eyes and slid her tongue under his cock, then sucked him in deep. He moaned aloud, and in almost no time at all came explosively, spraying her mouth and face with hot, sticky sperm. She swallowed some, then held some in her mouth and looked up at him. "Ghot yourh pho'e?" she asked, talking around his cum. He nodded and pulled his phone from his back pocket.
"Bhow shob she'fie, wiv yourh cum im my mouf," she said with difficulty. She set the phone to selfie and posed next to him, her mouth open to show the pool of white cum on her tongue while more dripped from her chin.
Finally she swallowed and showed him her empty mouth.
"Wait, one more," she said more easily. Amelia knelt down and looked up to him. "POV shot, show them this one first." She took his flaccid cock into her mouth and gazed imploringly up at the camera. He took several shots, until she stood up and gave him a big hug.
"My friends are not gonna fucking believe this!" he said happily, "Oh my god! You are the coolest chick ever!"
Amelia smiled and got dressed. "Next time we meet, I'll expect you to fuck me," she whispered and left the small bathroom.
"And?" Miles asked with a smirk, when she returned to her seat.
"Celebrating God's creation, man. One mouthful at a time."
"You are like no other girl I've ever met, Amelia. God - in his diverse and often perplexing manner - shines through you."
"Thank you!" She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
Twenty minutes later, Amelia joined the line of people filing out of the plane. She was curious and excited to see who she'd meet at this new Naked In School Chapter.
Amelia finds out in chapter II.
