Amelia at Large
by Persephone
Chapter II - Fixing Buckeye Hills
Amelia helped Miles gather his carryon luggage, then grabbed her single bag, adjusted her bandeau skirt - again - and followed the line of people down the automated walkway to the terminal.
An escalator took her down to where a cluster of people waited to greet travelers. Some were holding signs with names on them, and she saw a group of people holding one that read 'Amelia Graham' hastily scribbled on a piece of cardboard. It was being held by a man with untidy black hair wearing a mustard yellow jogging suit. Next to him were a boy and a girl, about Amelia's age, wearing thin hotel bathrobes. She walked directly towards them smiling her best cheerleader smile, and the girl gaped at her outfit. Both the man and the boy tried to stare at her without staring at her.
"Hi, you waiting for me?" Amelia said easily, "it's okay, stare, please. Shit, you're gonna see me naked for most of the week."
"Hi, I'm sorry, I think you caught us off guard. I'm Vic Reynolds, Buckeye Hills Vice Principal. These are Emily Rice and Bruce Hamilton, they're in the program."
"Hey guys! You look great, I love the robes. This is gonna be an awesome week, yeah?"
"Mr Reynolds, I feel weird," Bruce said quietly, "my part hurts."
"Am - Amelia? Right?" Emily said, " does everyone from Tenyari School dress that way?"
"Nah, I'm kinda the weird kid. I like it that way."
"My car is outside," Mr Reynolds said, ushering the kids toward the door, "we can talk as we drive. Miss Graham, you'll be staying with me and Mrs Reynolds tonight, is that okay?"
"Cool, yeah - hey it's raining! Oh, joy, hee hee! I didn't bring Ohio clothes."
"Did you bring any clothes?" Mr Reynolds inquired.
"We, um, should be going, here's the car," Mr Reynolds said somewhat nervously. He thumbed his key remote and the doors swung open, letting everyone climb in.
"So you got the Naked In School thing nailed down?" Emily asked eagerly, resting her chin resting on her arms on the back of bench seat.
"I think so, yeah. It's real easy, just go with it."
"How long have you been in it?"
"Seven weeks, so far. My Mom signed me up for it the first week of seventh grade and I liked it so much I didn't wanna quit. They made me the unofficial program ambassador because I was like, sooooo into it. And...damn, goosebumps, I'm freezing here. Wet clothes. Look, do you guys mind if I just peel?"
"You want to take your clothes off, in a moving car?"
"Um, yeah...? I brought a clean shirt, you want me to wear that?"
"Please."
"Hey, it's cool." Amelia dug her men's shirt out of her backpack, slid out of the silk blouse and shimmied her bandeau skirt down her legs. She slipped the white shirt on and settled back in the seat.
"You want to button up, don't you?"
"Well, I would, but I cut all the buttons off."
"Ame..can I call you Amelia?"
"Sure, Emily," she said and the girl beamed.
"So when you're in school, are you really like, naked naked?"
"Well, yeah, that's kind of the deal. In the program you're naked in school the whole week, right? I mean, how do you guys do it?"
"I think it's better if you see the program in action, really," Mr Reynolds said, "tomorrow we have a new week, new kids. Let's see what you say, eh?"
"Sounds good."
They rode in silence a while, giving Amelia a chance to text her mom that she landed safely and met the local program people. Mr Reynolds dropped Emily and Bruce off at their houses, and a few blocks later pulled into the driveway of a modest suburban duplex.
"Home sweet home, come meet Mrs R."
They went inside where Amelia met Peggy Reynolds, a short woman whose face had a perpetual kindly-aunt smile. They chatted briefly about schools and sports and such, but Amelia got the feeling something was making them very nervous. Finally Mrs Reynolds stood up.
"Dear, I am sorry but we keep a respectable house. I am going to have to insist that you dress accordingly," she said without losing her plastic smile, "if you haven't brought any decent clothes, let me dress you. Follow me, young lady."
'Oh no,' Amelia thought to herself, 'another Mrs Griffiths.' She followed Mrs Reynolds upstairs and sat through twenty minutes of mumbling and tongue-clicking, until she was dressed in some of Mrs Reynolds clothes - a shapeless light blue sweater, heavy blouse, a long wool skirt and shoes you'd find in a bowling alley. Amelia ducked into the bathroom and quickly got rid of the panties and bra.
"There now, a proper young lady. They may have that silly program at school, but here we are civilized."
Amelia feigned gratitude and helped set the table for dinner. It felt odd to have two parent-figures around, a little crowded - and she preferred her sexually active and clothes-free lifestyle.
"Now, we have a boy staying with us," Mrs Reynolds said, "he's a friend of Nancy, and he's a little slow. We're helping with his socialization, so be patient, alright?"
As soon as they were seated for dinner an upstairs door opened and a nervous, scruffy boy appeared. He looked about seventeen, with sunken eyes and a thin face, and wore a flannel bathrobe and flip flops.
"Duncan, this is Amelia. Amelia is staying with us for a couple of days," Mr Reynolds said, slowly and carefully. Duncan nodded without looking at anyone, sat down next to Amelia, and Mr Reynolds bowed his head and said grace.
During dinner, Amelia felt a hand touch her thigh. She glanced at Duncan, who was carefully picking at his diced ham without looking up. Under the table Amelia felt his fingers close around her wrist and move her hand to his lap, gently open her fingers, and place them around a very large, very warm cock. She tried to suppress her delight while she gently stroked his cock, wishing she could slip under the table to suck it.
Mr and Mrs Reynolds discussed their church, his job as vice principal, and other topics that Amelia ignored, while she surreptitiously stroked and caressed a huge, massively erect cock. She wished dinner would hurry up and end so she could drag Duncan to bed!
Dinner ended with cherry cheesecake, Duncan mumbled something and shuffled back to his room. Amelia strained to see if his robe was concealing anything tasty, but to no avail. Mr and Mrs Reynolds invited her to sit and watch television with them, while he did a newspaper crossword and she mended clothes for people.
'Oh god,' Amelia thought, 'I'm stuck in normal-people hell!'
She endured an hour of banality, before feigning exhaustion.
"You'll be sleeping in Nancy's room," Mrs Reynolds said, "while our daughter is away at college. I laid some nightclothes out for you, dear."
'I'll be riding Duncan's cock tonight, dear,' Amelia thought to herself, 'and fuck your nightclothes. Who the fuck wears clothes in bed anyway?'
"Thank you Mrs Reynolds," she answered with a bright smile.
She went up to Nancy's room, which was decorated with a mix of Barbie posters, boy bands and Ohio State banners. There was a nightdress carefully laid out on the bed, which she carefully tossed onto the floor. Amelia stripped, lay back on the bed, dug her phone out, found a place to plug in her charger, and texted her mom.
"These people are weird! They wear clothes to bed and they think there's something wrong with nudity. But there's a boy here and he let me stroke his cock under the dinner table. I might get sum cum tonight. xoxoxo"
"Goodnight, Amelia," Mr Reynolds said through the closed door, making her jump. "You know where the bathroom is, feel free to raid the fridge if you like. We're up at 6 tomorrow, big day ahead!"
"Goodnight sir, and thank you," she replied, trying to sound very proper and sincere. She heard them shuffling about, then the hallway light went out. Finally!
Amelia lay back on the bed, watching porn on her phone and masturbating. The ECMorgan movie "NTSB - Naked Teen Slut Board" had a lot of pretty naked teenage girls and tons of fucking, so she didn't care if the plot was silly.
An hour later, still nude, Amelia cracked her door open and peeked out. Duncan's light was on! She crept across the hall, tested the doorknob and slowly, gently opened his door.
Duncan was lying nude in his bed. His cock was erect, huge, and rock hard. He turned his head to look when she came in, smiled at her and stroked himself lewdly. Amelia walked over to his bed, wrapped her small hand around his cock, gently stroked it, and kissed his bare chest. His breathing grew deeper at her touch, so she climbed on the bed between his legs and let her hair brush against his cock. He pushed her head down and Amelia eagerly obliged, parting her lips and sliding his huge cock into her mouth. She sighed happily at the taste of cock, her tongue working at his shaft. When she felt a dribble of pre-cum ooze from his cock she began to kiss her way up his body, letting her small boobs brush against his skin, until his cock was rubbing against her slick pussy.
She kissed him hungrily, biting gently at his lips, his ears, his neck. She positioned his cock at the entrance to her moist, willing young pussy and slammed herself down onto him, fucking him hard. Duncan moaned aloud until she covered his mouth with hers. She thrust onto him, impaling herself, holding his wrists down by his shoulders.
Duncan joined her thrusting, his head back, his body rhythmically pumping into her. The teenage girl came, then climaxed again, then more several times, each time riding him harder. They rode together until he moaned aloud and tried to push her away. Amelia climbed off his huge cock and slid down to suck him, savoring the taste of his body as she went. He tasted of sweat and sex, but something else as well, like ginseng or Manaca root. She sucked his erect cock deep into her mouth, savoring the taste of him, the musky aroma.
"Nancy...." he mumbled, almost incoherent.
"Amelia," Amelia said briefly.
"Nancy...love to fuck Nancy....ohh Nancy for Duncan...."
"Mmmmmm, lucky Nancy," Amelia whispered. Duncan cried out, almost shouted, and his entire body spasmed violently. He tensed for a brief second, then his cock erupted, spraying a massive gush of hot, delicious cum into Amelia's hungry mouth. She swallowed a mouthful, and another, and with each spasm he filled her to overflowing until her face was dripping with hot, creamy sperm. It that tasted different than other men's cum she'd had; it was almost rose scented. Each spurt was so invigorating, so vibrant, she climaxed again. Her whole body alive and tingling. Her face was covered, Duncan's cum was dripping from her hair, it was soaking the sheets. Duncan caressed her body, he drew her up and kissed her, his own cum filling both their mouths. He looked into her eyes, apparently alert and awake. "Nancy?" he asked, stroking Amelia's cum-soaked hair in his fingers.
"Yes baby, it's Nancy," she lied. If Nancy Reynolds was fucking this unnatural sex god, Amelia didn't want him telling her parents she was getting some too.
"Duncan?" Mrs Reynolds called out from another room, "You had a nightmare, Duncan, go back to sleep now. There's a good boy." Amelia briefly panicked. What if they came in and caught her?! But they didn't, so she kissed Duncan goodnight and went to the bathroom to wash off.
That was a nightmare? Damn.
Eventually she crept naked back to Nancy's room, lay back on the sheets and teased her clit to yet another delicious orgasm, savoring Duncan's brilliant sex.
The next morning, Mr Reynolds knocked on the door to wake Amelia. She emerged wearing the white men's shirt, and borrowed a pair of burgundy leggings from Nancy's closet. A wide belt held the shirt closed.
"I'm sorry if Duncan woke you last night, he has nightmares so bad sometimes he wakes up shouting."
"Hmm? No, I....slept like a baby."
"Well, breakfast is ready - coffee and waffles, and fruit. Gotta keep your strength up!" Amelia smiled slyly.
Mrs Reynolds came downstairs, still wearing her plastic smile. If she had anything to say about Amelia's button-less blouse and bralessness, she kept it to herself. They ate breakfast in an awkward silence, then Mr Reynolds and Amelia bundled into the car and headed to Buckeye Hills Middle School.
Unlike Tenyari's gleaming campus, Buckeye Middle School was in a renovated 1920's factory. The old chimneys and vaulted windows were still there, but new wings and classrooms had been added, and the front of the building looked like a concrete wall that had been repaired in a hurry. Mr Reynolds parked in a side lot and escorted Amelia inside to meet the program students. She sat patiently in the Vice Principal's office lobby, reading messages on the bulletin board and checking her phone, until a student came for her an hour later.
"This way, Miss Graham." She got the same feeling from this student as from Emily and Bruce last night - that she may be a minor celebrity, but she was also a bomb that might go off at any minute.
She was led to a classroom where six students and two teachers were sitting, looking nervously at each other. Bruce and Emily were there, and four other students she didn't know. The thought of being naked - finally! - in front of a group of strangers made her body tingle happily.
Mr Spencer, the NiS program sponsor, introduced himself and began speaking. "I'd like everyone to welcome Amelia Graham from Tenyari Middle School. Miss Graham has been invited here to assist us in re-launching the Naked in School program. She was recommended to us because she was largely responsible for the success of one of the highest rated programs in the country. Now I know some of you will find it difficult to take directions from a 13 year old girl," he paused and looked at a short man wearing a bad toupee, "but the issue is not up for discussion. We will follow her advice to the letter, and anyone who cannot abide by that will have to take the matter up with me, not her. Is that clear to everyone?" The two adults didn't seem to take that very well, but several of the kids smiled. Mr Spencer turned to me and gestured to begin.
"So, hi everyone, welcome to the first day of the 'new' Naked In School program," Amelia said. She hoped she was sounding like a teacher, she was using her best teacher voice. "Let's start with introductions, then I want to know how the old program was going. I know you guys likely all know each other, but I don't. My name is Amelia Graham, I'm thirteen and a seventh grade student at Tenyari Middle School. My first experience in the program was only about two months ago. My mom signed me up for it! I was nervous at first, but she helped me through it, and by the end of the first day, I was hooked. I liked it so much, they made me the unofficial program ambassador, now I'm completely naked at school pretty much every day. I love it!"
Emily stood up next, and her eyes shone as she spoke.
"Hi Amelia! I'm Emily Rice, I'm in eighth grade here at Buckeye Hills. My week was actually last week, me and Bruce, but Mr Spencer asked me to maybe do it again. I love the feeling of being naked, the air on my skin, it's so... tingly. It makes me feel alive."
Bruce spoke next, with some reluctance. "I'm Bruce Hamilton, eighth grade. Last week was weird for me, but ya deal. Mr Spencer asked me to do it again, I wanted to say no but it's for a grade. So okay."
The next speaker was a large boy with glasses and bad teeth. "I'm Paul Ayres. This is my week to do the nudie thing, so yeah, whatever."
"My name is Carla Durrell." Carla had long, wavy red hair, and tattoos covered both her arms. She wore a tight red T shirt over boobs that needed a bra. "I just transferred here from Louisville, Kentucky. This is my first time doing anything like this. I'm excited!"
"My name is Hope DeVan." Hope was a tall, willowy girl with a gorgeous figure and sultry eyes that made Amelia want to lick every inch of fabric from her body, and not stop there. "Mr Spencer asked if anyone wanted to volunteer, so I said sure. I figured it would help me get used to swimsuit and topless shots for my modeling career." Bruce, Paul and the other boy suddenly became very nervous when she spoke about posing topless, to Amelia's surprise.
"Hi! My name is Gary Stoddard. I'm in eighth grade, I'm sorta nervous about doing this, but not quite as nervous as...telling everyone here that I'm gay, and I'm okay with that." Gary was medium height, trim, with a frosted hairdo that looked like it could break glass.
"Out?" Amelia asked.
"Out," Gary said, his voice almost breaking.
"Rock it, brother. God made you perfect, just the way you are." She embraced Gary in a hug, and he almost wept with relief.
"Dude, wait," Bruce said, "if there's some queer ass homo checkin me out, I'm done." He held both hands up and backed towards the door.
"Whoa, dude! Don't sink the ship before it's even left port!" Amelia took his hands and walked him back into the circle of students. "I think the eason I'm here is to see how we can put some life into the program. Mr Spencer, help me out, please?"
Mr Spencer, a tall man with a handsome face nodded to Amelia and stepped forward. "We invited Miss Graham to join us, because she has singlehandedly revolutionized the program at her school and we hope she can evaluate our strengths and weaknesses to see how we can make our program prosper. Miss Graham -"
"Amelia, please."
"--Amelia, here's a whiteboard and a pen. If you would, please identify positives and negatives in the program." He showed her to a folding tabletop message board and gave her a sharpie.
"Well, let's see, negatives..." Amelia drew a big line down the middle of the board, with a plus sign on one side and a minus on the other. "... phobias, size-shaming, guilt, insecurity, don't-give-a-shit attitude, nerves, repressive social, um..."
"Values," Mr Spencer offered, and she wrote it down.
"Now what makes a program work, is... excitement, open-mindedness, positive attitude, being comfortable with your body, no fear. And promiscuity. That's big." Two of the boys snickered.
"I have to stop you there, miss," the other teacher said. He was a shorter man with a bad toupee and a yellow golf shirt. "These kids, they have enough problems. Being told to go naked for a day, a week, that's already tough. But we can't let them go off willy nilly into sexual activities they aren't ready for like that..."
"No?" Amelia already didn't like this guy.
"No. School clubs are fine, but they still need rules. So we make sure there's at least one gender-appropriate chaperone in every program encounter."
"What, back up. Everywhere there's a program kid, say a girl, there's a...."
"Woman who's there who keeps things from getting out of hand."
Amelia stopped, looked at him and started laughing. And laughing. She was doubled over, howling with laughter so much her sides hurt, until she finally stood up with hiccups.
"Oh...my...god...you...guys! Take a good idea and 'school group' it to death. Oh my god, that is great! Okay, negative side: Chaperones. Ha ha ha ha, oh you kill me!"
The short man seemed annoyed, but kept quiet.
"Okay, god you guys are funny, what else have you done? Do I even wanna know?"
"Well," Mr Spencer interjected, "when interest was beginning to sag, we got bumper stickers made....."
Amelia needed help to get up off the floor.
"I love it! Fuckin bumper stickers! Oh god, please, show me one. Oh my god."
Mr Spencer somewhat reluctantly produced a small bumper sticker, which read 'My daughter was NAKED at Buckeye Hills Middle School.(Naked In School 2016)'
Amelia just held it and stared at it with a smirk on her face, until everyone in the room was laughing.
"Hookay, so. Let's see. You got a Naked In School program started at your Middle School, and you treated it like every other school club or group thing. You set rules and appointed chaperones and monitors, and you made merchandising? Then you put kids in the program without telling them what it's for, why it's here, so the kids - they, we - don't get what we're supposed to get out of it. Guys, listen, the Naked In School program isn't like the math club or the chess club. It's a method of discovery for us teenagers, to understand ourselves, our bodies, our needs. We...you know what occupies three quarters of the teenage mind? SEX!! And being naked in school puts you in a familiar place in an unfamiliar situation. It teaches personal strength, self esteem, pride. Boundaries. But not when you have chaperones monitoring every fucking thing! You need to give us time to fucking --"
"Young lady, your language --"
"Fuck you," she responded sweetly, "Time to fucking figure out WHO we are, on OUR terms. Using sex as a barometer."
She paused, and Emily and Carla gave her a thumbs up.
"If you want the program to work, you gotta LET it work. It's like...it's like you set up a little lab experiment, get all the pieces going, and let it grow. Don't interfere unless the pieces ask for it."
Amelia ran her fingers through her hair and clapped her hands. "Okay, let's get naked. Then we'll talk about what's right with the program. Who's first?" There was some nervous shuffling and floor-watching, until she stood up again. "Okay, I'm the ambassador, I'll go first. Everybody watch me. It's cool."
She smiled and took her belt off. As slowly and sexily as possible, she opened the white shirt to expose her tiny breasts, shimmied out of it and let it fall to the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and stood in front of the short man. She slowly slid them down her hips, pausing to give him a good view of her pussy as it came into sight. Amelia danced away from him and slid them off completely, until she was standing naked in the midst of a bunch of strangers. It felt soo good to be naked again at last!
"That's me, who's next?" There was a moment of awkward silence, until Hope stood up. The tall, willowy blonde silently moved to the center of the group, and Amelia felt everyone there hold their collective breath. Hope slid her fingers into the waistband of her tight jeans and lifted her blouse out. Slender fingers opened the buttons of her cream colored garnet, one at a time, until she let it slip from her shoulders and fall away, revealing two exquisite teenage breasts nestled inside a lacy red bra. She licked her lips and unhooked her bra and her breasts lifted slightly, freed from their tight confinement. Her dark rosy nipples stood out, begging to be kissed.
Hope slid her hands slowly down her belly and unzipped her jeans. She bent over, arching her back as the jeans slid over her bottom and slipped down her long legs. She stood up and spread her legs, thumbs tucked into the strings of her black thong panties. With a quick swoosh they were gone, exposing her ever-so-softly tufted mound, her pussy moist with desire. Hope shook out her long blonde hair and licked her tongue over her lips.
"That feels sooo nice, being completely naked here, my body open for everyone to see...to touch... Ohh yes..." She said in her melodic Norwegian accent. She ran her fingertips down her body, from nipple to thigh.
"Wow...." someone whispered.
"Damn," Amelia said quietly, "I don't even have a cock and I have an erection."
"That looked awesome," Emily said eagerly, "I'm next!"
Emily Rice, a somewhat plump 14 year old with very fine brown hair, quickly left her denim skirt, sweater and underwear on the floor and high-fived Amelia.
Gary Stoddard undressed quickly, without speaking, and stood naked, one hand absently stroking his semi-erect cock.
"No, Gary," the annoying short man said, "don't do that in public." Gary stopped, looking embarrassed.
"Oh for fuck's sake!" Amelia exploded, "YES Gary, stroke your cock! You guys completely do not understand this shit, do you? Read my lips: Conventional Rules Of Morality Do Not Apply In The Naked In School Program. He's already fucking NAKED, you ass-munch! Jesus titty-fucking Christ, why did you want the program at all if all you do is fucking ruin it?!"
Amelia brushed her fingers along Gary's cock, then went to stand behind him. She reached around and stroked him erect, her other hand gliding across his belly. Gary moaned and leaned back against her, breathing deeply.
"Feel it, Gary," she whispered, "this is all yours." She stroked his cock for a moment, then let him take over again.
"Bruce," Amelia said, "lemme ask you. Last night at the airport when you first saw me, you said your 'part' hurt. And you just completed a week in the program under Mr Douche-canoe here. So I wanna know, after a week of being naked in school, when was the last time you came? Like had an orgasm?"
"Oh, sexual behavior is forbidden at school..."
"I figured. Dude, 'my part hurts', you mean blue balls right? You know there's a cure for that? Lemme show you." The naked teenage girl knelt down in front of him, unzipped him and took out his young cock. He obviously had a lot of pent-up tension, because seconds after he was in Amelia's mouth he became immensely erect, straining to cum. She slipped his cock out of her mouth but continued to stroke it and massage his balls. "Promiscuity, being as sexy and flirty as you wanna be, is part of the game for teenagers, and that's why it's in the program. The Naked In School program encourages promiscuity and sexual behavior because it helps us understand ourselves." She returned her attention to Bruce's cock, stroking and sucking him, and his veritable gush of pre-cum told her he was close. "Emily, can we borrow your mouth?" she asked with a wink. She smiled and walked over to join Amelia. The two girls worked at his cock, and soon Bruce gasped and shouted aloud, his body shuddering as a huge spray of hot cum splashed onto Amelia's face and shot into Emily's open mouth. He looked shaken, exhausted and relieved. "See? Bruce, did that feel good?"
"Ohhhh god thank you....oh god...."
The short man opened his mouth and closed it again, and glared at nothing.
"Okay, short stack," Amelia said, enjoying her confidence and authority, "who are you anyway? All you do is buzzkill the whole thing, why are you here?"
"Jim Pritchard," he said, "school counselor."
"Oh I know about you guys. Our program would be better off without your interference. See, and this is something a friend of mine said, 'counselors rely on studied behavior. Teenagers rewrite the rules on adolescent behavior every five years. So anything a counselor thinks he knows is already obsolete before he opens his mouth.'"
She hoped she was quoting Mr Baker accurately.
Emily, Carla and Gary cheered, and Mr Spencer grinned and clapped.
"You know she's right, Jim. Best you leave this to the experts." The counselor huffed, turned, and stalked out of the room.
"Okay, wet blanket gone," Amelia said. "now, where were we? Oh yes, Gary was stroking his cock and I was going to ask you about shower rules, and relief. Or how you guys fucked those up. First, everyone else peel. I want everybody in the room naked. You too, Mr Spencer." He blanched, then glanced furtively at Gary and relented, and soon he was as naked as all the students. His pale, slender frame accented his cock that was growing hard despite his best efforts.
"Mr Spencer, check you out!" Emily said appreciatively.
"Very nice, Mr Spencer," Amelia said with a smile. "Okay class, let me tell you how the program goes at Tenyari..
"One. Students are naked from the time they arrive on campus until they leave. If they ride the bus, the bus driver hands them their clothes. Otherwise they have to strip outside the school every morning, and everybody gets to watch.
"Two. Program students must, must allow anyone, faculty or students, to examine them or touch them in any non-violent way they choose. Reasonable requests must be fulfilled. So, Hope, if you're in the cafeteria totally naked, and someone wants you to spread your legs and masturbate for them, you must comply." Hope smiled and got a dreamy, faraway look in her eye, and Amelia knew she had a winner. And oh god, that body!
"Three. It is normal for boys to become aroused during the program. If they are so turned on that they cannot focus on classwork, they may request relief. This means that whoever they choose must make them cum, manually or orally. The person they choose does not have to be in the program.
"Four. And I think this is my favorite part... Program students are required to use the restrooms, locker rooms and showers of the opposite sex. Without any damn chaperones! So Emily, you'd be completely naked and expected to shower with a bunch of naked guys, their hot dicks right there, hungry for your body, their hard cocks begging to be touched...."
"Oh my god Amelia," Carla said, "you are so good at selling this...I am so damn turned on...." Carla was leaning against a table, two fingers teasing and rubbing her clit.
"Carla, pick one of these hot guys you want to fuck you," Amelia said easily.
"I...oh my god, yeah? For real? I love this plan! Paul, oh, please, please, relieve me...."
Paul, only too happy to oblige, kissed his naked program partner, and soon they were fucking right there on the classroom floor.
Hope was watching them and pinching at her nipples, her face flushed with desire. Her fifteen year old pussy was soaked, her breathing deep and lusty.
"One of the joys of the program," Amelia said, kissing her way down Hope's body, "is that sexual experimentation is highly encouraged... Bruce, c'mere."
Hope, lost in a fog of passion and adolescent desire, lay back on a table and let Bruce bury his tongue deep inside her, while Amelia straddled her face. She quickly brought Amelia to orgasm, the younger girl rubbing her clit against Hope's talented tongue.
Hope had no shortage of admirers, and Amelia was delighted to see the gorgeous nude Nordic blonde with a cock in each hand while she rode a third to spectacular orgasm, a look of absolute bliss on her cum-smeared face.
Everyone agreed that Amelia's version of the Naked In School program was a LOT more fun than the one that Jim Pritchard had modified to his approval, and agreed they should all test the 'shower with the opposite sex' rule next.
Everyone except Bruce spent the rest of the day naked. He was no longer officially in the program anyway and the concept never did appeal to him, so he was excused.
The other five members spent as much time together as possible, and Hope, usually somewhat shy, was loving the attention. She proudly strutted naked around school, posing for anyone who wanted a picture, letting everyone touch her and kiss her anywhere.
"God, who knew such a nymphomaniac slut was hidden away in that body?" Carla asked at lunch, "She is fucking perfect." They paused to admire Hope, who was standing on a lunch table so two boys could sit under her to take pictures of her exposed vagina.
"Mr Spencer!" Amelia called out. The program sponsor was walking through the cafeteria, glowing with inner pride. He waved and walked over.
"I have a weird question for you," Amelia said, "got a minute?"
"For you, anything," he replied, sitting down.
"How well do you know Mr Reynolds? The vice principal?"
"All enough, I guess. Why?"
"You know I'm staying at his house while I'm here. His wife is trying to turn me into Little Miss 1950 while I'm here, but that's another story. What do you know about a guy staying with them? Last night I met this guy, teenager, looked like....a drug addict?"
"Oh! Yeah, he mentioned they're mentoring a kid in recovery. A friend of their daughter. She's at college, I didn't know they still had him there. Never met him."
"He had some nightmares last night, kept calling her name. Nancy."
"Oh, that's a shame. But I know he doesn't like talking about it, I don't think I'd mention it again. Respect for the family, you know."
Amelia nodded, and Mr Spencer went on his way.
"Miss 1950?" Emily looked skeptical, "They brought you here to fix the Naked In School program!"
"They did, yeah. But Mrs Reynolds had me wear something I think my grandmother would have chucked."
"Hey, Naked chicks!" someone called out. It was a football jock in a team sweater. "My friend bet ten bucks you won't let me cum on your lunch and eat it anyway!" He and his friend laughed and elbowed each other.
"Game on, cowboy," Amelia said, standing up. "But lemme raise the stakes. You cum on my hot dog and I eat it, your friend has to cum on YOUR hot dog and YOU eat it. Fair?" The two boys considered the odds and slumped away, defeated.
"Would you have eaten his cum on your food?"
"Duh, yeah! I *always* like the taste of cum. God, yes. I just wanted to see if they'd accept the stakes."
"I like you, Amelia. You're awesome cool. So, you wanna crash with me and my folks while you're here instead? They'd love to meet you."
"You know I scare some parents, right? I'm like, too in-your-face sexy? They worry I'll bitch-rape their kids or something."
"Ohh no, I think you'll do fine. Trust me." She touched Amelia's arm and looked her in the eye. "Trust me, they'll like you."
"Ohh, then how can I resist? Okay. I got all my shit here anyway, I'll tell Reynolds I'm staying with another program member. I don't think his wife liked me that much anyway."
The lunch bell rang and Emily mimed exhaustion. "Back to the grind," she said, "but naked! Wheee!"
"Lemme tag along, I guess I'm supposed to monitor the behavior of program participants anyway. Some shit like that."
"Sure! My next class is science."
Just then the intercom beeped, and the principal's voice came over the loudspeaker.
"Attention Buckeye Hills Middle School, one of our students has a message for everyone."
"This is Hope de Van, your exchange student from Oslo," Hope's charming Nordic lilt sounded through the school. "A few of your fellow students are participating in the new Naked In School program. During the coming week, if you see myself, Gary Stoddard, Emily Rice or Paul Ayers, we will be completely, totally naked." Her voice dropped an octave, to a breathy, sexy contralto, "I will be completely naked. And you are invited, encouraged, to be part of the program enrichment...I want you to touch me, touch any part of my naked body that you desire. You can touch me, caress, kiss, grope; my nude, willing young body, using any part of your body...." she paused and the entire school was dead silent, lost in a momentary fantasy about Hope's stunning figure.
"We are Naked In School, and we need your touch."
There was a brief crackle as the microphone in the office changed hands. If the Principal had any comments, he gave up and turned the intercom off.
Emily looked at Amelia and whistled.
"Well damn, she just turned it up to eleven. Pritchard is going to lose his shit!"
"Eleven? She just broke the damn dial. And look..."
Amelia pointed with her chin to two boys who had heard the message. They were looking at Emily and Amelia with an expression of fascination and desire.
"You know what," Amelia said with a wink, "sometimes I really love my job." She hopped up on the table, spread her legs, licked a fingertip and ran it over her nipple.
"Yes she did," she said aloud, "and yes I am. And yes you can." Emily giggled as the two boys walked over, one with obvious difficulty.
"Hi, I'm Steve, this is Marcus. Any part of your body?"
"Uh huh."
"With any part of mine?"
"Uh huh," Amelia said, suppressing a chuckle. She lay down on the table and rubbed her clit as the boys watched in fascination. ".....any....part ….at all," she whispered huskily.
"Marcus, you said you never tasted a pussy before. Man, she's practically begging for it."
"Marcus, please," Amelia said sexily - begging for it, "let me feel your tongue on my clit...eat my pussy baby, I need it..." she rubbed a little harder and opened her legs wider, and Marcus, blushing so bright he was glowing, stepped between her thighs as a growing crowd of students looked on.
"Emily," Amelia whispered, "suck him off under the table." Emily grinned and disappeared under the table.
Marcus gently, gingerly kissed Amelia's clit, making her writhe happily. With growing courage he stuck his tongue out and licked along her pussy from bottom to top. He pushed her legs apart to get a better position and Amelia moaned his name aloud.
Emily, under the table, unzipped his jeans and quickly took his slender, rock hard cock between her lips. She slid him in deeper, her tongue lapping around his cock head. She cupped his balls and stroked his shaft while she worked, as Marcus lost himself between Amelia's legs.
Marcus jerked and his cock slipped out of Emily's mouth, oozing a drip of pre-cum.
"I want to fuck you," he said in a hoarse whisper.
"Baby, yes please, god yes," Amelia replied.
Marcus climbed up on the table and fumbled a little bit. Amelia reached down to help guide him in, and Marcus grunted as he thrust violently into her. Amelia wrapped her legs around his back, matching his thrusts, inspired by the orgasm that soon rippled through her body. A crowd of students had gathered, chanting "Mar-cus! Mar-cus!"
He cried out as he shot his cum deep inside her, arching his back and straining for relief. Finally he collapsed against her, breathing hard, his head resting on Amelia's bare boobs. "Oh my god," he whispered, "you were my first."
"Marcus," Amelia said in a loud and sexy voice, "has just lost his virginity. Let's hear it!" The entire crowd roared their approval, and Marcus became the hero of the day.
Amelia, Hope, Emily, Paul and Gary met up at the close of the school day, all naked, and made their way to Mr Reynold's office. His secretary insisted they wait until he'd finished a conference with someone. After a moment Jim Pritchard left the office with a scowl and glared at Amelia as he stalked past.
"Have a nice day!" she said cheerily, and Emily suppressed a chuckle. The five students filed into Mr Reynold's office, making the room feel cramped.
"So, Amelia's gonna be staying with me an' my folks while she's here, if that's okay with you," Emily said.
"Cause, admit it, Mrs R wasn't nuts about having me there. I think this'll be better," Amelia commented.
"Well, you're not what she's used to, that's for sure. Your folks won't mind?"
"Mind? They'll love her!"
"Then I have no objections. You have all your - did you bring any luggage?"
"I travel light," Amelia said with a smirk.
Paul and Gary had to depart, leaving Amelia, Emily and Hope standing at the front of the school, all three completely naked.
"The school day is over...we can put our clothes back on now, until tomorrow," Emily said. Hope looked at her friend and glanced down at the bag full of clothes her last teacher had returned to her. She fished her purse, took out her ID and phone, then walked a few steps out into the parking lot. She turned and flung the bag as hard as she could up onto the roof of the building. "In a few years someone might find that," she said with a dismissive shrug. Emily high-fived her Norwegian friend, and Amelia gave her a hug.
"My Mom is picking us up in like 10 minutes...Hope, how are you getting home?"
"I called my 'exchange Dad'. He said I can be home whenever. He said just don't come home pregnant. I said I had the Shot."
"Wow...so you wanna come with us?"
"If you want a friend along who forgot how to wear clothes, I would love to," she said in her lilting accent.
"Hope....oh my god, I know some people you have got to meet," Amelia said, "they make teen porn movies!"
Hope looked her short American friend in the eye for a long moment. "Teen porn movies?" she whispered, "I'd love to meet them."
Emily's mother arrived a moment later driving a minivan, and everyone piled in. She was delighted to see that Emily was making new friends, and quite pleased to see that all of them were naked.
"It's not a problem, is it?" Amelia asked.
"Let me put it this way," Emily's mother replied, "if you had a boy with you, I would only ask you not to get any cum on the rear view mirror because I want to see what's going on back there."
"Emily! Your mom rocks!"
"Toldja!"
Amelia was used to riding nude, being visible on city streets, but to Emily and Hope it was a new, exhilarating experience. The shorter American girl and her tall Nordic friend delighted in the knowledge that everybody could see them, and Amelia knew exactly how to make their experience even more enjoyable. She hopped into the back seat, lowered Emily's seat down, and told her to get comfortable. Then she nuzzled down between the young girl's legs and told Hope to straddle Emily's eager mouth. In no time Emily and Hope were enjoying the first of many mobile orgasms. Anyone looking in the window would see a gorgeous naked blonde girl with her head thrown back in a body-shaking orgasm, obviously doing something very, very enjoyable.
"Hey if you girls want, I can just drive around for like an hour or two…." Mrs Rice said, and her passengers giggled around mouths full of pussy.
"Ohhh god Mom, can I marry Amelia? Pretty please?"
"Emily, you're too young to marry. When you're a little older, you'll find the right person. Till then, keep shopping and sampling the merchandise."
"Ohhhh god damn Amelia, whatever you're........doing........ohhhh god.....please don't st.........oh god speed bump........you need......a....a shower?"
"Nah, just a bib. You have a really tasty pussy, girl," Amelia said eventually, sitting up. Hope handed her a paper towel and lotion, and the three girls rode the rest of the way in a cloud of euphoric bliss.
Emily's house was large and old, with a private driveway. Her mother drove around to the back and her passengers climbed out, still completely naked.
"Gotta warn you guys," Emily said, "I have kind of a weird family. Me, my brother, Mom and Dad, my older step sister, her kid, my Gramma and her boyfriend."
"Your grandmother has a boyfriend? That's cool," Amelia commented, "how old is she?"
"Gramma's 65? I think? Her boyfriend is like 60. They're old hippies, like Woodstock hippies."
"Your grandmother raised your father to be free-thinking, you know," Emily's mother said, "and you benefit from that. Come on girls, meet the family - you don't need to worry about clothes."
"Sweet! They sound like my kind of people," said Amelia.
The back stairs went up to a large kitchen, and through the kitchen Amelia could see a sunken living room with a loft balcony over it. A big fish tank filled part of a wall, and hanging plants draped down from the balcony.
Emily introduced everyone to her Dad Eli, her eleven year old brother Mick, and her Grandmother Trudi. Mick was delighted to see three beautiful, naked teenage girls - one of whom was his big sister - and dashed off to find his camera.
"We don't shy away from sexual expression here," Eli said. "That's why we were so glad when the school opened up the Naked In School program again. Family pride. Right away we knew we wanted our Emily in it - and Mick, when he's old enough."
"Yeah!" Mick shouted exuberantly from an upstairs bedroom.
"Besides, we've had to live with the rumor of 'Naked School Girl Murder' for years," Emily's mother said. "God, that was difficult."
"Wait...Erica Bain, right?" Amelia asked. "My Mom read a bit about that, and a guy on the plane mentioned it too. Erica was nude at a rival school football game? And she got raped and killed by some drunk guy?"
"You know what? The whole story is an urban legend," said a pretty woman in her twenties, joining the conversation. She had close-cropped auburn hair, a slender build, jogging shorts and obviously no bra under her thin shirt. "Once people hear your name you gotta tell them the story and set them straight. Hi there, my name is Erica Bain." She reached out her hand and Amelia shook it eagerly.
"You're not dead!" she exclaimed, bringing an ironic smile to Erica's face. "But the story is... well everyone knows it, right?"
Erica handed the naked teenager her phone.
"Go to Snopes.com, and put in 'Naked in School', tell me what you get."
Amelia typed it in and read off the results.
"Two entries... one, Is there a program where kids go to school. naked?" She grinned, and everyone laughed. "Answer: True. The Naked In School program began in 2001, to help kids overcome social phobia.....blah blah, we know that. Second entry: A girl in the Naked In School program was murdered by a student from a rival school. Answer: False. According to rumor, in 2004, Erica Bain was enrolled in Buckeye Hills Middle School and was part of the Naked In School program. The eighth grade student was attending a football game held at rival Dayton River Middle School. By program rules, she had to attend completely naked; and a member of the Dayton River football team interpreted her nudity as a sexual invitation. She resisted and he called on two friends to hold her down while all three took turns...raping her..." Amelia's voice started to falter as she read. "Then they beat her... to d-death...and left the b-body in the Buckeye football team's bus." Amelia was struggling to read, and angry tears stung her eyed. "Her ...death led to the suspension of the p-program in all schools in the state of Ohio."
Amelia looked up at Erica, emotion raw on her young face. "T-that's pretty much what everyone knows, yeah...."
"It bothered you that much?" Erica asked quietly, studying her eyes.
"I...yeah. I m-mean everyone knows how she, you, d-died, but...when the guy on the plane mentioned it, I just kept seeing this girl, begging f-for her life, d-d-dying alone under th, the bleachers, I guess in the back of my mind it's been eating away at me..."
"So keep reading," Erica said, "No, wait. Emily, you read. Am-Amelia, right? Lay back on the couch. Relax. Close your eyes. Wow, I never had a fan before."
"Truth: In 2004," Emily read, "Erica Bain was enrolled in the Buckeye Hills' Naked In School program, and she attended a school football game at the rival Dayton River stadium with her boyfriend." While she was reading, Erica lay on the couch with her arm around the emotional teenager. "She was naked at the game. On the way home they lost control of the car and crashed into a guardrail, and Erica was hospitalized for three days..."
"Erica's fine, she's fine," Erica whispered softly into Amelia's ear, one finger gently tracing the outline of Amelia's nipple.
"...her boyfriend sustained only minor injuries. No alcohol was involved. When Erica Bain did not return to school, rumors speculating about her absence began to spread, and the pastor of the Voice of the Redeemer Evangelical Christian Church reported …"
"She's fine. She is so alive." Erica was breathing the words into Amelia's lips, softly kissing her, while a fingertip gently teased her naked, moist young pussy.
".... reported Erica's death. In the media frenzy that followed, the School Board shut the program down to control bad publicity for the school. The Voice of the Redeemer Church had been trying to shut the program down for months, and this elaborate ruse proved successful.
"Studies of the Naked in School program consistently show a significant reduction in rape and sexual assault in communities with active NiS programs. Results are even better when nudity is extended outside of school, and especially when it is mandated by local statute. Therefore the legend of Erica Bain's death is doubly ironic because the false report of her death actually resulted in more sexual assaults."
Erica was straddling Amelia, her shorts were off and she was rubbing her pussy against the teenagers' own. Amelia's eyes were closed, her lips parted in a dreamy smile.
"Erica Bain is alive, she was never killed," she whispered against Amelia's neck, "I am alive and healthy and sexual and I love you, little beauty."
The room was quiet. Emily put the phone down and Amelia eventually sat up, her face flushed. She wrapped her arms around Erica Bain and kissed her fiercely, lovingly, for a long time.
"Thank you for not being dead," she said finally. "So what really happened?"
"The story goes that Billy swerved to avoid a drunk driver," Erica said, "So alcohol was sorta involved. But we spun out, I was thrown around, broken ribs, concussion, out for three days. The news went nuts, "Naked Girl Killed," and the Church assholes ran with it, spreading the propaganda. Rumor led to rumor, I just kept a low profile. Easier that than to fight the Church every other day. Most people have forgotten all about it, but every now and then I meet someone who remembers the story and I gotta go through it all over again.
"Now I'm going to tell you a secret, something that nobody else knows about the accident. That drunk turned in front of Billy, I know that from the police report even though I didn't see. But I'm not sure if he would have reacted quicker if I wasn't getting a mouthful of his cum at that exact instant." Amelia's eyes widened and she smiled slightly.
"So when the school board finally decided to re-introduce the program, they came back to Buckeye Hills," Erica's Dad said, picking up the story. "But they apparently screwed it all up. But then they somehow found you, and here you are to turn the program around."
"Well, gonna try to," Amelia conceded, "from what I saw today we have a lot of work to do. But I think with Jim ... short stack,"
"Pritchard,"
"Pritchard, out of the way, it should be easier. Most teachers I've met, guys anyway, love it. My mentor back home, Mr Baker, he's crazy about it. Loves the idea of naked teenage kids running around for him to see."
"So Erica, when you were in the program, before you didn't die, what were the rules like? I wanna know if they changed any."
"Oh wow, it's been a while. Um, nude all school day, mandatory allowance of touching, you start each day in the principal's office, that's where you undress in the morning and dress before you leave, shower with the opposite sex, um....allowed to masturbate for relief, especially guys."
"Wow, some changes have been made," Amelia said. "In our system, you strip on the school bus, and leave your clothes with the bus driver. Or if your folks drive you in, you strip in the parking lot and they keep your clothes. Touching, showers, yeah. And when student needs relief, he or she can ask whoever they like - don't have to be in the program - to provide it. So last week, Mike Farino was hard as a fucking stone, and asked Wendy Lowell, the head cheerleader, to stroke his cock in the cafeteria lunch line. She's such a stuck up bitch but she is smokin' fuckin' hot. I think it did her good to get cum in her perfect hairdo."
"Oh, I like your school rules better, Amelia!"
"Me too. And screw the school bus, I like to leave the house nude, walk to the bus stop, and be nude all day long. There's been times I haven't had clothes on my body for four or five days straight."
The sound of heavy footsteps coming downstairs interrupted the conversation, and Amelia saw a heavy-set man in his 60's, with a white ponytail and beard, wearing nothing but a very large T shirt that said 'Paula's Pussy Palace', with a sexy cat woman licking cum from her tiger striped fur. He was holding his erect cock in one hand, stroking eagerly. Despite his age, he was abundantly well endowed and obviously proud of himself.
"Jee-suz! Mick told me we had some honeys in here, but god bless America!" He went straight to Hope, who had been sitting quietly, completely naked, and texting friends on her phone. "Lil honey bee, you don't mind some age on your meat, do ya?"
Hope glanced from Emily to Erica to Mick, who was watching from the landing and stroking his own young cock.
"Hope, would you like to make an American soldier very, very happy?" Emily said, grinning. Hope winked, stood up and wrapped herself around Emily's grandfather, one young hand caressing the underside of his remarkable cock.
"Mick, come down here," Erica said, "you're too young to be fucking, but we've got no problem letting you jack off while we have a..." she sat between Amelia and her own stepsister Emily, "lesbian menage a trois..." Mick raced downstairs naked, eager to see a Nordic goddess sucking a cock while two naked teenage girls and a woman in her twenties had sex on the other couch.
Amelia spent that night on the couch, although not always sure who was with her or inside her. The following morning she met Emily, Erica and Hope at the breakfast table. Erica was the only one with any clothes on.
"So today we'll see how a full day of the program goes," Emily said. "Hope, what you said on the PA yesterday...that sent the program vibe through the roof! I can only imagine the reception you'll get today!"
"With any luck, I'll be touched and fucked every minute I'm there," she said dreamily, "guys all over my naked, willing body... cum just all OVER me....."
"Earth to Hope," Amelia said, "we gotta get there first. Erica, are you driving us to school?"
"Aye, aye, captain."
They got to school in time to see a line of protestors outside the main door, some holding cardboard signs.
"I'll hang out...if it looks ugly, we'll leave," Erica said. The three nervous, naked teenage girls nodded, climbed out of the car and walked toward the picket line.
"Have you no shame?!!" one protestor cried out.
"You're asking for trouble!! Mark my word!"
"Nudity is evil!" another one cried out, shaking her sign.
Amelia, Emily and Hope walked steadily through the protestors, ignoring the shouts and the angry looks.
"Remember Erica! Don't repeat her shame!" one yelled, and Emily stopped and faced the man. He was shorter than she was, with a red, puffy face and a bad haircut.
"Remember who?" she asked, curious.
"Erica Main!" he shouted. "She was one of you nudie perverts and what did it get her? Raped and murdered!!"
Emily stepped back and waved to Erica to join them, then turned back to the red-faced protestor.
"Don't go away, here's someone you gotta meet."
Erica walked up, dressed in a conservative business suit with a slim skirt.
"There's a problem?" she asked.
"Do you know who this is?" Emily asked the protestor, pointing to her step sister.
"At least she's got the decency to cover herself! Remember Erica Main!"
"Oh, right," Erica said, catching on, "Erica Main. Awesome. Tell me about Erica Main."
The protestor, not sure what to do with an actual conversation, stopped and thought about his next move.
"She was one of you nudies, went to a game and got raped and killed. Because she was naked!"
"Not quite," Erica said calmly. "The name is Erica BAIN; and I was never raped. Or killed. Yes, I was in the program. The Voice of the Redeemer spread a vicious rumor about us. I spent three days out of school and they said I was killed. All lies."
"But you WERE naked," he said with uncertain conviction.
"Well, so were you, once."
"I was never naked!!"
"Oh? What were you wearing when you were born?"
"That's different, that's how God made me," he said proudly.
"So are you protesting against the way God made her?" Erica asked, pointing at Hope. The man regarded the Norwegian student, unable to ignore her natural beauty, and his cardboard sign began to droop.
"Point is, man, we do what we do because we want to," Amelia said, "You do what you feel you've gotta do. But my friend Erica Bain is NOT dead, she never was. Nobody has been killed or raped as a result of the program. Now please move, I got a school to go to."
"Hey!" Emily called out, getting the attention of the crowd, "Look everyone, it's Erica Bain! Her death was a lie, she's fine!!"
Erica stepped forward and greeted some of the protestors, who were beginning to wonder where their drive and vigor had gone.
"It's true, I am Erica Bain. You all believed I died in 2004 but it was a ruse designed to discredit the program and defame me. Well here I am, very much alive and very much still supportive of the Naked In School program. So if you don't mind, please step aside so actual students can go to actual classes? Thanks."
The protestors lost their steam and gave up, wandering back to their cars, dragging their signs behind them.
"Thank you both all so much!" Mr Spencer said as he walked up, "they've been here since about 5 am. You did us a great service. And Erica, great to finally meet a legend - even if your legendary status is misguided."
"We'll work on that," Erica said, winking as she undid the top button of her blouse.
Amelia enjoyed watching the other Naked In School students go through their day, especially Hope who tried to direct every encounter toward her getting more sex. By lunchtime Amelia was quite pleased with the program's progress after her intervention, and at the end of the day she had all the program students and anyone who was interested, join her in the cafeteria for a meeting.
There were seventeen students in the classroom; Emily, who had chosen to extend her week for the fun of it; Carla and Paul, the actual program students for the week; Hope and Gary, the volunteers; Amelia, five who were genuinely interested in the program; and six boys who just wanted to score with Hope (she assured them their wishes would be granted right after this meeting); and Mr Spencer, the program sponsor.
Amelia waited until everyone had settled down, then faced the class with a smile.
"Naked In School, by real program rules, day 1. How'd it go... Carla?"
"Y'know what? It was fun. 'Course, after Hope's broadcast yesterday I think a lot of people were hoping an orgy would like spontaneously break out, and I did sorta lose my temper with one guy in the bathroom..."
"Wow...Amelia? Thoughts?"
"Yeah, we all gotta go sometimes. He's within program rules to want to touch you, and you are supposed to use the restroom of the opposite gender. But simple human respect still applies. If someone is going number two, they should be allowed time to finish. Show some respect, program members are not toys. Besides that, how was it?"
"Everything else, awesome! Loved the attention in the shower, and at lunch. I think after my week is up I'm good back in normal clothes, but it's been cool."
"Anyone else? Gary?" Mr Spencer said.
"Yeah, spending time in the girl's shower, what a let down." Some other people in the classroom laughed, but Mr Spencer spoke up.
"Gary, you and I are in a different category...I've been in the closet for almost thirty years. Believe me, and I know you've seen this, schools are a difficult place for gay men. You want to shower with the other guys, but a lot of them might still be homophobic - especially toward a program member because he's spending a week nude. They might think you expect their cooperation.... best to say, man, play along with the gender dynamics of the program. Or come by my office later and we'll break a ton of rules!"
"Emily, you've been quiet, any input?"
"Nah, just thinking about my sister. Step sister. She did so great this morning, stepping up like that. I wish I was that brave."
"Well she is, what, ten years older than you? You'll get there."
"Hey Hope!" Amelia called out. The naked Nordic blonde had her head back, her legs up on the desk in front of her, and a boy was between her legs, obviously enjoying what his tongue was doing to her clit. She lifted her head and tried to focus on Amelia.
"Hrrfff....hmm?" she mumbled.
"Having fun in the program?"
"Mmmm...hmmmm!"
"Wanna share?"
"Mmmmmmm......late....later? Ohhh god, Riley...."
"Okay. Hope's having fun."
"She is, no doubt," Mr Spencer observed, "but she's also in violation of one of the rules...."
"Wru....ffurm?" Hope asked.
"She is completely naked, good; and being fucked by multiple guys, good...."
"Mmm..hhmmm....ohmmmm"
"But she is all the way over in a corner of the classroom, not front and center where everyone can enjoy watching."
"Ohhhhh....ohhhkahhh....mmmm.."
Hope, with the assistance of several eager and erect friends, was carried to the front of the classroom and laid with reverence on a hastily-cleared table.
"And please remember," Mr Spencer went on, "that any man in the room can now masturbate over her and cover her nude body with cum..."
"Ahhhhh....ohhhyeshhh pleeammm..."
Within minutes, every willing man in the room was naked and surrounding the young beauty, who quickly lost count of her orgasms and the enthusiastic offerings she received on every inch of her exposed body. Amelia eagerly assisted by making sure that Hope's pretty young pussy was licked clean and ready for more, and Hope became the most-photographed person of the week. Possibly in the world.
Later in the afternoon, Amelia and Emily were relaxing in the shower at the Rice house.
"I'm gonna miss you when you go back, Am," Emily said between steamy kisses, "you are so damn cool!"
"Nah, I'm just a slut with an overly active imagination. You guys...this family is great! At home it's just me and Mom. We fuck, we have sex, but we don't have any cock on site. You've got a total buffet going on here. Damn."
"Hey!! You guys need to read this," Mick said, bursting into the bathroom. He paused to admire his naked sister and her friend in the shower, then held up his tablet.
"Grand opening tonight," Emily read, "Victoria's Little Sister, at Cole Town Mall, 9pm to 2am. Special deals all night, drinks and refreshments to be served.... oh my god!"
"Victoria who?" Amelia asked, her tongue teasing Emily's pussy.
"Victoria's Little......whooahhh, oh yes there.... Sister. You never heard of it?" Amelia shook her head.
"Ohh my god. Okay, you know about Victoria's Secret?"
"Yeah, sexy lingerie and such. I always want to fuck every single woman on the fashion show, with the angel wings and the bouncing boobs."
"Me.....oh damn, not while I'm talking, Amelia.....me too. Well Victoria's Little Sister is lingerie and slut fashions for girls under 18....OW! Hey, you bit me."
"We get slut fashions? No shit? Why has nobody told me about this before?!"
"We got a date tonight, you pretty slut!"
.....more to cum.
