The Parent's League for the Protection of Chastity
Monday, 10:30 am
"All right, class, settle down. We have a visitor today. Ms. Grundy is Patrick's mother, and she'll be sitting in back. Everybody should know that school policy encourages parents to attend class any time they want, so let your parents know that they're welcome, too.
"We have two NiS participants in class this week, so I'm required to ask if either of you need relief?" Miss Harris looked at Pamela Reynolds, a cute redhead with a little too much baby fat around her middle, still blushing and embarrassed at being selected for her week in the Naked in School program. Pam had to know it was coming, but it still took her by surprise when she was called into the office this morning and had to leave without her clothes. She stared at her desk and shook her head.
"Mister Grundy?" Pat was sitting in the front row. He was one of the most popular and outgoing students in class, and Miss Harris had been secretly looking forward to his program week. She wasn't a pervert, and certainly didn't have sexual fantasies about her students, but she enjoyed looking at naked teenagers as much as any healthy 23 year old woman. Her eyes sparkled as Patrick looked around at the class. Then he caught sight of his mother.
"Err, no ma'am. That's not the way I was brought up." Gwen hoped she didn't let her disappointment show on her face.
One Week Earlier
"I agree it's outrageous, but I don't see what we can do about it. The Program has been going on for years, and every challenge to it has been struck down in the courts, every politician who's campaigned against it has lost, and just about all of the girls who've been forced into it have come out as sex crazy sluts."
"But at least parents were allowed to opt their kids out. Now we can't even home school them. They just end up back in public school for their 'program week'."
"Yes, yes, everybody knows that, but I wouldn't have called this meeting if I was ready to give up," said Ms. Grundy. I do volunteer work at Central High, and I found out that my son was picked for the Program next week. I didn't spend the last 16 years trying to teach him to be a good feminist just to let this awful program turn him back into a man. And his little sister is going to be brainwashed just like he is in a few years if we let them get away with it.
"Well? Are you going to sit there and let this happen to our children?"
"I'm not ready to give up, but what can we do? We've been losing the fight against the program since before our kids even started school. Why, my daughter came home from school last week without her bra and we found out she got extra credit in art class for posing topless! At least we could put a stop to that, but what happens when she gets picked for the Program?"
"Good question. Here's the answer. We all have to stick together. Like I said, I work at the high school and I know when kids are going to get picked. I also know the school district has a policy that lets parents attend class with their children any time they want. All you have to do is sign in at the office first, and it can even be the same day. Now, there are enough of us here that we can schedule at least one of us to be there in class to keep an eye on our kids. We might not be able to keep their clothes on, but at least we can make sure they don't get involved with all those disgusting sex acts the schools are promoting. We aren't just there to protect our own kids, either. Most of those boys wouldn't dare take advantage of the naked young women if they knew an adult was there to stop them. Even if we can't physically intervene, we can bring the judgement of the Lord into the classroom."
The room erupted in a buzz of voices as Ms. Grundy sat down. She smiled.
Friday, 2 pm
"Good Lord, Mike, what are we going to do about this? There hasn't been a week this bad since the Program started. Eleven kids were absent today from my class alone. Every excuse from 'being sick' to 'a death in the family'. The pep rally yesterday afternoon didn't even fill up the bleachers, let alone the football field. It's usually an overflow crowd. Our school spirit is shot, and I don't think the football team has a chance against Wilson; they're even talking about forfeiting.
"And that's not the worst of it. I didn't see one couple having sex in school all week! Not even any masturbation. This is the first time ever that a virgin is going to finish her Program week. I spent the last half of study hall yesterday comforting Pam Reynolds. The poor girl was crying because she thinks she's fat and ugly and nobody will ever fuck her. None of the boys would give her relief with those creeps from the Chastity Police watching. All of the Program girls are depressed and moping around. You even had to cancel the Miss Nude CHS contest because three of the girls were too frightened to participate."
"I know, Gwen. You don't have to keep telling me. This 'Parent's League' found a loophole in the Program. We can't prohibit them from attending their kid's classes, and the girls are really intimidated while they're there, watching. I don't know what to do. Maybe we can get some ideas from PAPAS. I'm going to a meeting tonight. I know they're going to want to figure something out before this problem spreads to other schools."
Monday, 10:30 am
"This morning we have two new NiS girls in class. Even though we also have our usual visitor from the PLPC, I still have to ask if either of you would like relief," said Gwen Harris hopefully.
Sharon Gibson was a Junior with a cute smile and small breasts. She didn't seem embarrassed at being naked in front of her classmates. After all, she'd grown up in a sexually permissive family and she'd been exposed to the Naked in School program for the past three years. Even though this was her first day in the Program, she'd had lots of fun giving relief to her classmates, and Gwen knew Sharon hadn't been a virgin since 7th grade. Sharon looked hesitant, and Gwen Harris held her breath.
"I have a question, Miss Harris," came an officious voice from the back of the classroom. Gwen glanced disapprovingly at the gentleman in the business suit.
"Yes, Mr. Sanders?" Gwen Harris answered resignedly.
"Since my daughter Mary is also in the Program, would you kindly call on her first, as a courtesy to me?"
Miss Harris glared at him for a moment, but she reluctantly turned to his daughter in the back row. Honestly, Gwen had never paid much attention to Mary Sanders. She was a small girl with short brown hair who looked like she should still be in middle school. She showed no sense of fashion and consistently dressed in sexless, baggy clothes. But now that she was in the Program, Miss Harris was astonished to discover that Mary's body was surprisingly well developed. Her 4 foot 11 frame was all soft curves above her long legs, with very feminine hips and an amazingly narrow waist that contrasted beautifully with two of the firmest tits Gwen had ever seen on so young a girl. Mary blushed and rose to her feet, giving Miss Harris her first look at a totally smooth, shaven pussy with a little line of hair extending straight down her mound and ending with an arrowhead pointing directly to her clit. Gwen licked her lips and reflected on the importance of giving all her students the attention they deserved.
Well, never miss an opportunity, even if it was sure to be a waste of time. "Miss Sanders, would you please come up here? Your father wants me to ask you something." There. That should shake up the old prude.
Mary raised her eyes and met Gwen's glance. She slowly and bashfully glanced at her father, then, dropping her eyes to the floor, she walked up the aisle to the front of the classroom. She stopped in front of her teacher, the bare and wonderfully rounded globes of her bottom facing her attentive classmates.
"Turn around and face your father, please," said Gwen. "Mr. Sanders, this is your daughter. I don't know if you've ever seen her like this before, but I want you to look closely now. Mary is a beautiful young woman. She's fifteen years old, and just look at how wonderfully ready her body is for sex. Look at her legs, her curves, those two beautiful nipples pointing at you on top of her crinkled pink aureoles. Her body is ready. Don't stifle her spirit.
"Now perhaps you believe that sex is something bad. You couldn't be more wrong. Sex is the greatest gift human beings were ever given, and every one of us owes our very life to it. Like it or not, your daughter is ready for it, and holding her back harms not only her, but you and every boy she could be making love to. Love. You see, love is something that exists because people make it.
"Now Mary, I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to answer me honestly. Answer me for yourself, not for anyone else who thinks he knows what's good for you. I'm not going to ask if you're horny; your body is giving us the unmistakable answer to that question. Your skin is flushed, your pupils are dilated, your nipples are hard, and your pussy is wet. The only question is this: What are you going too do about it? Would you like relief?"
"Oh yes, Miss Harris! I would love it!" Her students glanced nervously over their shoulders toward her father.
Mr. Sanders rose slowly to his full, six foot height. He glared at his daughter. The classroom was dead silent.
"Well, Mary, the rules say you can ask for help or do it yourself. Would you like help?" asked Gwen.
"Yes, Miss Harris," said Mary, more subdued as her father stared at her.
"And whom would you like help from, sweetheart?"
"My daddy, please," Mary responded in a tiny voice.
Gwen Harris looked at Bill Sanders. "Sir, you signed a statement agreeing to abide by the rules; otherwise you would not be here. Therefore you know that Program participants can ask for relief from anyone present, not just from other students. I'm afraid you are now required to assist your daughter if you want to remain here."
Mr. Sanders scowled at her, but he began to march up the aisle with all the dignity he could muster. Miss Harris took Mary's hand and led her to her desk. Mary slid onto the desktop and parted her legs.
Mr. Sanders halted in front of her, looking down at his beloved little daughter. In a timid voice, barely audible in the hushed classroom, Mary said, "I love you, daddy. I've always loved you, and I've always wanted you to love me. Not just like a daughter. Like a woman." She paused.
"Fuck me, daddy."
Mr. Sanders paused for a five second eternity while every eye in the room was fixed on him, then with all his remaining dignity he dropped slowly to his knees and brought his open mouth to his daughter's glistening pussy. She moaned loudly as his tongue made its first, gentle entry into the furrow between her sensitive labia. She threw back her head and braced her hands on the desk behind her. The fascinated students stared raptly, and their teacher reached under her own short skirt and began to caress herself in time to the two lovers moving together on her desk. Mary's deep moans turned to little squeaks as she sat up and grasped her daddy's ears. "Eat me! Eat me, daddy! Don't stop!" Her father continued his expert tongue lashing, driving his daughter higher, faster, closer to her building climax.
Soft sounds of flesh gliding over wet flesh began to fill the classroom as the students watched the show taking place before them. Zippers opened and fingers slipped beneath skirts and over warm thighs, drawn irresistibly toward moist pussies. Together they formed a concert of beautiful sounds with Mary and her father.
"Miss Harris?" came an urgent feminine voice. Gwen tore her attention from the magical tableau unfolding on her desk.
"Yes, Sharon?"
You asked me a question, but you didn't hear my answer, ma'am. Yes! Yes, I want relief! I want it right now!"
"I'll help!" "No! Me!" "Pick me, Sherri!"
"Come sit here," Miss Harris said, pulling her chair from behind her desk and spinning it to face the class. Sharon scampered to the front of the room and sat down beside the two lovers on Miss Harris' desk, caressing her breasts and breathing heavily.
She didn't have to pick. Patrick Grundy was standing in front of her as quickly as she sat down. She opened her mouth and engulfed his stiff cock, and he grasped her pony tail firmly as he began to fuck her face. Gwen looked at her enviously. Two more boys were at her side instantly, caressing her soft boobs and pinching her tits. Her mouth was full of cock, but she reached out greedily to either side and grasped two more stiff dicks.
Gwen looked out over her classroom and was delighted to see Pamela Reynolds making up for last week's disappointment. She was stretched on her back across her desk, her head hanging over the edge and her mouth full of one boy's cock as another pounded deeply into her pussy. Gwen was surprised that such an inexperienced girl was taking the full length of both cocks. Her entire classroom had turned into an orgasmic free-for-all as the accumulated tension of last week's inhibitions burst like an erupting cock over two dozen frustrated, horny teenagers.
Couples were coupling all over the room. In back, four girls were on the floor in a circle, slippery tongues lapping wet pussies. Two boys were standing over them, trying to horn in on the action. As Gwen watched, one of them shot a stream of glistening semen perfectly into the spot where one girl's tongue was lapping another's pussy. She giggled happily and kept licking. Then, above the wet noises filling her classroom, Gwen Harris heard the unmistakable sound of a girlish orgasm begin to rise from Mary's throat as her daddy drove his tongue as far up inside his daughter's spasming cunt as physically possible.
Mary collapsed back onto her teacher's desk, her body pulsating uncontrollably, scattering stray papers to the floor. Her daddy rose to his feet, loosened his necktie, and dropped his pants around his ankles. His daughter's eyes fluttered open and focused directly on the largest dick in the entire classroom: Her daddy's engorged penis. She spread her legs around the puddle of girl juice she had left dripping from the edge of the desk as her loving daddy positioned the head of his dick between her swollen pink lips. With his first thrust the entire head magically disappeared into his daughter's slippery cunt.
Gwen decided relief would not be limited to five minutes.
She watched, mesmerized, as more and more of his huge cock disappeared into Mary with each successive thrust. Gwen beckoned her watching students to come up for a closer look. The few who were not otherwise engaged stumbled forward and found the best vantage available to watch as the two lovers matched each other's thrusts. Now the father's entire length was vanishing inside Mary's grasping pussy with his every forward thrust. Two of the boys flanking the father/daughter fuck closed their eyes, cursed, and let loose forceful streams of silvery cum across Mary's perspiring face. She shivered in response and exploded in her second orgasm in as many minutes. Her father struggled manfully to control his own convulsions as he brought his little girl over her peak and slowly back down to reality. Then, his duty performed, he grasped her limp form with a single hand behind her neck, lifted her like a rag doll to a sitting position, and used his other hand to unload a massive ejaculation of cum directly into his daughter's slack mouth. Her eyes flew open and focused on the spurting cock before her, just as he pulled back and sent an even larger spurt splashing all over her forehead, nose, and eyes.
Her giggles broke the spell. Like a video taken off pause, the classroom suddenly came back to life. The horny teenagers had suspended their own endeavors to witness the life changing moment between father and daughter, as his sperm coated her face to altered their relationship forever. Now tongues again sought the depths of mouths or pussies; lips teased hard clitoral nubbins or licked glistening pre-cum from stiff cocks; penises thrust between twin bubble-butts, deep into mouths and throats, or sought their ultimate goal high up inside tight, slippery cunts.
Gwen lost herself in the erotic display going on everywhere in front of her eyes. She didn't remember anything else for a long time, until suddenly she was hearing bells. Her foggy, multi-orgasmic brain dimly registered that they meant something; something she had to do. But the hairy pelvis crushing up against her nose; the strong hands under her chin and behind her head, the pulsing in her mouth and throat meant she could do nothing at all except submit and cum.
Suddenly he loosened his grip and she was able to pull back and gasp for much-needed air as his young-but-solid cock slid out of her throat. She glanced up and shivered with delight to see her favorite student, her crush, her master - Patrick Grundy - staring down at her with a mocking grin.
She realized then that the bells were signaling the end of her very eventful class, perhaps the best orgy in the history of the Program! She struggled to her feet and gazed out over her classroom full of happily satisfied teenagers, gazing groggily back at her or consummating their own final sex acts. She absently picked up one or two items of her clothing strewn across the floor nearby.
What was it she was supposed to say?
Oh, yes: "Class dismissed.
"Girls, before you go, be polite and help the boys clean up. It's a good chance for you to get used to the taste, and we don't want the boys to have to go to their next class with cum stains on their pants!" she winked at her dazed students.
Monday, 3:30 pm
"It worked, Mike!"
"Outstanding, Bill. I knew you could pull it off if anybody could."
"Piece-a-cake, buddy. It's a good thing I kept my relationship with my daughter a secret, after all. None of those kids had any idea we've been fucking since she was 13."
"Yeah, well, the important part was keeping Ms. Grundy from finding out. Why'd you join PLPC in the first place?"
"Hey, I'm a good dad. When I hear about a new organization that's going to help protect my daughter's virtue, of course I'm going to join. I'm just glad you could arrange for Mary to start her Program week so quick."
"No sweat. What are Principals for? I guess this means you're out of the PLPC, though."
"Yeah, but I'm still a member of PAPAS. It's an easy choice. Besides, we've got plenty of other secret members in PLPC. I don't think they're going to try to keep the Chastity Police going. Anyway, if they do, most of those kids don't give a shit anymore."
"Outstanding. Just don't tell Gwen Harris. She might be pissed at me for keeping her in the dark."
"Don't worry about her. Your biggest problem is gonna be getting her to teach some English instead of spending all day fucking her students. That woman turned out to be a total cougar. You shouldda' seen her with the Grundy kid; although I don't think I should really call him a kid. He really grew a pair while they were bouncing off her chin."
"Oh, I saw him all right. Our surveillance cameras are state of the art. HD. They even zoom. 'CHS Classroom Orgy' already has over 2,000 downloads. You and Mary are going to be famous all over town. Plus the suburbs. Like the whole world."
"Wow. Hadn't thought of that. Wait'll I tell Mary. And her mom! Wow. She'll be proud. I can't wait for them to see the part where Gwen was lecturing me about looking at my daughter's body. Man it was tough not to laugh. I never took my eyes off her ass from the moment she stood up! I just wish I could see the look on Grundy's face when she sees her son with Gwen Harris."
"Don't hold your breath. She came storming in here this morning screeching that she was going to sue me, the school, the state, and God himself. I let her go on for a few minutes and then I handed her the waiver she signed when she volunteered here. Just happened to have a print-out on my desk."
"Good job, buddy. We won this time. I wonder if they'll give up now?"
"No way to know. Ms. Grundy is a sneaky old biddy, and she doesn't give up easy. Eternal vigilance and all that."
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