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The following contains adult material and is fiction. It should not be attempted at home. Anyone under 18 should leave now. Thank you. This is your announcer speaking. This what I call pre-NiS. Susan's Predicament (mg, teaching NiS protocol) Hi. I'm John Davis, a 17 year old junior in high school. At the time this happened, it was a Saturday after the first few days of school. It was raining out and I was bored. I had decided to read a book so I grabbed a copy of H. G. Wells' 'War of the Worlds' and had gotten to the part where the first missile had landed when I heard a knock on my door. Sighing, I put the book down on my desk and went to answer the door. I opened the door to find my 10 year old sister Susan standing there, crying. I stood aside and she entered. "What's wrong, Sue?" I asked her as I led her over to my bed and we sat down. I put my arm around her as she cried. "Are you hurt?" She shook her head no. I was confused. If she wasn't hurt, then why was she crying? "Did someone try to hurt you?" No again. I sighed. "Okay," I said, lifting her chin so she could look me in the eye, "if you're not hurt, and nobody tried to hurt you, then what..?" She looked at me then she reached her hand into the pocket of her jeans. When she handed a paper to me and I looked at it, my eyes gaped. It was the same thing I had received when I started my freshman year, the NiS Program pamphlet, only the up-dated version. "Where did you get this?" "They gave them to all the fourth graders through the eighth graders yesterday," she sobbed, a little more under control now. "It starts next week. I just know they're going to pick me." Now, perhaps I should explain. We've had the Program in our high school for about six years, we all knew what it was about, and I had the honor to play my part in the play my freshman year, two years ago. I had always been shy, and going naked in school and being fondled by girls, though extremely arousing, didn't help my shyness any. Or at least that's what I thought. I still avoided crowds whenever I could, keeping to the less-crowded areas talking with my friends. But I realized that I was less likely to be embarrassed if someone walked in on me in the bedroom or bathroom when I was undressed, just a little uncomfortable, more concerned if whether they were offended by my being nude. Maybe it did help a little after all. Anyway, the Powers That Be had deemed it reasonable to extend that program, not only to the middle school but to the elementary school as well. I looked at my 10 year old sister and said, "Well, you know I went through it two years ago." She nodded, rubbing her eyes. I smiled at her and said, "I know exactly how you feel. It's embarrassing and nerve-wracking to have to walk around naked with everyone staring at you, touching you, feeling all your private spots. Have you talked to mom about this?" She nodded. "What did she say?" "She said I should talk to you since you did it already," she sniffed. "Oh great! Thanks, mom," I yelled. "You're welcome," came mom's voice from the hall. Sue giggled. I smiled at her, patting her shoulder. I thought a moment, then I said, "Wait here, I need to talk to mom. I have an idea that may help you. Okay?" She smiled and nodded. I left her sitting on my bed and left the room, heading for mom's den, just a few feet away. She looked up as I entered and raised her eyebrow just like Mr. Spock. I grinned. "Handing it off to me, huh?" I asked her, smiling to show I wasn't mad or anything. "Well, you went through it, so I thought that you could show her what she would have to deal with. Can you?" "That's why I'm here. I have some ideas, but I'm not sure if you'll approve." I sat down on the chair a few feet from her. "Well, tell me what you want to do." I thought a moment, then, taking a deep breath, I told her, "I suggest taking her through the initial process of undressing. Whether it takes place in the Principal's office or elsewhere, it will involve her undressing in front of strangers and her being naked in front of people she might know afterwards. If she has some idea of what to expect, something I didn't have, she'll be able to go in there Monday or whenever and be better able to handle it." I looked at mom. She smiled and nodded, "That sounds fine to me. But she won't be alone in the process. There will be a boy there." "I know. I intend to show that boys at that age are clueless about girls and they may be very excited and try to touch her more harshly than they should. She should know that she has control. She can say what is reasonable or not. I suspect that there will be more precautions taken with such young kids. If there aren't, there should be, and I aim to make sure she knows what she can let them do and what she should do when they go beyond that." "Good, John. What happens when she sees her first naked boy?" "I don't know. Maybe I should take the part of the boy. We could make a play out of it, make it fun." "That is a good idea, honey. Do you want me there?" That was the question I wasn't sure of. "I don't know," I told her. "She's going to be touched and prodded, maybe even have some orgasms. I don't want her to get scared by her feelings. She hasn't even started puberty yet." "I have a suggestion, if you want to hear it," she said, looking strangely at me. "Sure." "You show her just how the boys will want to touch her. You will have her naked anyway, and I trust you not to hurt her, so you show her. That way, she'll know when they're going too far." "I don't know, mom. That last girl that I touched last year was during the last week of the Program and she didn't seem to enjoy it very much." "Even so, you know what to expect and you can explain it to her. Just do your best, son," she said. smiling encouragement to me. I sighed. "Okay. I'll start like I'm the Principal and work from there. When I'm done, she'll be naked, know what a naked boy looks like and what feelings she is probably going to experience. I just hope that this doesn't hurt her psychologically, I'm her brother." "I don't think it'll do any more harm than the Program will." I nodded and left the room. Going back to mine I found her reading the book I'd left on my desk. "Like it, sis?" She jumped and put it down. "You scared me. What did mom say?" "She said I was to show you what to expect and I will. Let's go into your room. You'll be more comfortable in there." She nodded and I followed her to her room. When she was seated on her bed, I asked her, "What's your principal's name?" "Mr. Fairchild." "Okay, I'm going to be Mr. Fairchild and you are you. Stand up. Now standing beside you is a boy, we'll call him.." "Tom Kenney!" she called out. "Ohh, so he is a boy you like, hmm?" I asked her, teasing. She blushed and nodded. "Good, then he'll be Tom Kenny. Now you're standing in front of Mr. Fairchild's desk in his office, with the door closed. You both are frightened of what is to happen. That's the scene." I pulled her desk chair over to the middle of the room and sat down. "Miss Davis, Mr. Kenny," I said in a deep voice. causing her to giggle, "You both know why you are here. When you leave here, you both will be naked and will spend the rest of the week that way. Is that understood?" I looked at her menacingly. She laughed then got serious. "Please, sir, please don't make us do this. It is so embarrassing," and she hung her head down like she wanted to cry. I jumped up and stood beside her and pleaded an a high voice, "Yes, please sir, I just can't take my clothes off in front of a girl," accenting the word girl. I went back to my seat and said, "Now, none of that. You both received the rule pamphlets, you both know what is involved. Now, either you both voluntarily undress or I will have some teachers do it for you." Sue's eyes widened. "Would he really do that?" I nodded. "From what I understand, when my Program started several years ago, they had trouble with getting the students to disrobe, undress, so they had some teachers do it. When it got around that they were serious about the Program, that trouble went away, but not without a lot of complaining." Sue's face was white. I went and hugged her. "Now don't worry, that's why we're doing this, after all. All right, let's continue." In the deep voice, I said, "You will undress now. When you are finished, you will take a long look at each other, as I'll warrant neither of you have seen a naked person of the opposite sex. Have you?" She shook her head. I smiled. "Okay, start undressing and I'll play Tom, poor scared little Tom." "U-undress? In front of you? I can't." She looked really frightened now. "Honey, mom said it's okay. That's what you will have to do when you get picked. This is a practice run and it has to be as real as possible. Understand?" "I-I guess. Are you really getting naked, too?" she asked with a quiver. "Yes, and I'll touch you like a boy will, and you can touch me. That way you will know what to expect. And there's one thing - if it feel's good, it's all right to react. You don't have to hide it." I smiled at her and she gave me a small smile back. I stood up and watched as she started to pull her shirt out of her pants. She was watching me. "You should look shy, even though you may not feel it at the time. Turn your back to the boy, because he will do that, too." She turned her back as she pulled off her shirt revealing her naked back. Without turning, I removed my own clothes and was just pulling off my shorts when she looked bashfully over her shoulder. "That's a good touch, Sue. Remember that when it's time. Now turn slowly around with your hand over your private places. That's not allowed but you don't know that yet." I smiled as she turned around, her right arm across her chest and her left hand over her pussy. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she gasped. "Wow! That's what one looks like?" she asked me. I smiled. "Yes, but they're all different, some are longer, some are shorter, thicker, thinner, whatever, but they all perform the same function," I told her. Then I said in my high voice, pretending to be Tom, "Oh boy! You're naked!" She giggled and let her hands slip a little. "Hey, you don't have a pee-pee," I gasped as Tom. "What happened to it?" Then, as Mr. Fairchild, I said, "Young man, females don't have penises, like you and me, they have vaginas. When you get a little older. you'll appreciate that. Now I want you both to approach the other (Motioning her to me) and touch the other. Don't be afraid. Miss Davis, remove your arms. That is not allowed. Now!" Sue dropped her arms to her side and came closer, then she reached out and touched my penis on the head. At the same time, I put my finger on her vaginal slit. "Ohhh, it's so warm and soft," she said, and I said, as Tom, "Gee, you're warm, too, and wet. Did you pee?" She stood back shaking her head no. As Mr. Fairchild, I said, "No Thomas, she didn't, she is wet there due to her nervousness and excitement. Like you and I get erect when we get excited, females get wet to allow for penetration." "Penetration?" she asked. "When a man and a woman engage in sex, he slides his penis, this here," I said, lifting my penis and showing her, "into the female's vaginal orifice, but if she isn't wet there, it can be painful for her. Lie down and I'll show you with my finger." She went back to her bed and lay there, looking scared. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." I smiled at her to let her know I meant it. As I pulled her pillow from the head of her bed and placed it behind her head so that she could see what was happening, I told her, "Spread your legs." Her face reddened and she violently shook her head no. "In school, you'll have to show all the boys. For the moment, and while you're in the program, you'll have to forget most of the manners mom has taught you about being a good girl. You'll be forced against your will by the Program's rules to do some naughty things, like showing your vagina, or, as the boys will probably call it, your pussy. So now I would like to touch your pussy. May I? That is an example of a reasonable request and you have to agree to it. What isn't reasonable, especially for a girl your age, is for a boy to put his finger too far inside you. He could hurt you." "How?" she asked nervously. "Inside every girl when she's born is something called a hymen. It protects you from dirt and other stuff going inside you until you are old enough to take care of yourself. It also means that you are a virgin, which even today means a lot. If a boy puts his finger too deep inside, he could break it, then you wouldn't have one anymore and it would bleed and hurt when he does it. You have to be careful. Do you hear me?" She shook her head up and down several times fast. I smiled at her. "Now, will you let me touch you?" She nodded and hesitantly spread her legs, pushihing her knees up slightly. When I got a good look at her tight pussy, my cock grew hard. "Wow, did I do that?" she asked me, pointing at my cock. I smiled, "Yes, you have a very pretty pussy." She smiled at that. "Really?" she asked, pleased. "Yes, really," I said, smiling. "Now, this is what it feels like to be touched by someone else." I reached out and ran my finger gently up and down her closed slit, then I gently spread the outer lips. She stiffened and moaned. I asked her, "Does that hurt?" She shook her head no, and started breathing hard as I continued to play with her. She was shaking and moaning till I stopped and stood up. "No, please don't stop, Tom, that feels good!" She must have been thinking of her boyfriend when I did that. "It feels good? If a boy is careful and considerate, he can make you feel very good. Don't forget, it's okay to express yourself in an instance like this. Moan, cry out, but don't ever forget. don't get so far out that they can take advantage of you." As I was talking to her, I had returned my finger to her pussy and was gently pushing it in. I finally felt her hymen and was pushing against it when she sat up and said, "No! I don't like that. Stop." I stood up and clapped my hands. I smiled and said, "Very good, Sue. That's exactly what you should do. Even it felt good before I did that. If I had gone further, you wouldn't have a hymen now. Let them play with the outer lips, even rub your clitoris, or clit, as it's called, but don't let them stick anything inside you. Okay, honey?" She looked up at me and nodded. Then she lay back again on the bed. Her breathing had returned to normal but her face was still reddish. "What's a clit?" she asked me. "Want me to show you?" "Yes, please, John," she said. Good she was back with me again. I went back to rubbing her pussy, pushing my finger gently back inside, but instead of going in, I went up. Her body shook when my finger touched the nubbin at the top. She jumped when I took it between my thumb and first two fingers and gently rubbed it. "Oh God, that's..." she started to say but couldn't continue as she experienced her first orgasm. I continued to rub her some more, gently inserting my finger inside, being careful of her hymen, and moving it in and out. She shook so violently that I almost lost my hold. Finally though, she grabbed my hand and pulled it out. "Enough! Oh, god..." she cried, breathless, shaking her head back and forth. I smiled. "That, little girl, was an orgasm. It is what lovers try to reach but do it only about half the time, I hear, especially the girls and women. Did you like it?" She raised her head and replied, "Do it again! Please?" "That's my girl. Maybe later, when you've collected yourself. You'll probably get what we call horny from all the boys playing with you. That's when you get wet between your legs and you feel a tingle there. Your nipples will harden also. You can bring yourself off like I did. Give me your hand." She sat up and extended her hand. I took it, smiled at her and placed her finger right on her clit. Her eyes lit up and she rubbed herself. "That is what you can do when you're in bed at night. When in the Program, you will be given a chance during the day to get relief. You might even get to see some of the older, more mature boys asking for relief. You'll like that. They play with themselves, or they can ask for help." "I could help them? I mean, I could touch them like I touched you before?" "That is just what I mean. In the Program, you are allowed to do things that you thought were forbidden before. But never allow them to try to put their penises inside you." She nodded at that. "I won't," she said seriously. "Good. Now, would you like to see what happens when a boy older than your boys does when he gets excited?" She nodded, smiling. I laid back on her bed, my legs separated slightly and hanging off the edge. "Go ahead, take it in your hand. It's okay, don't be scared. Mine might be bigger than those you'll see in your school but they're all pretty much alike." She moved between my legs and ran her fingers over my balls and my penis. "You have to be careful with the balls, the testicles as they're called, because they are very sensitive. Don't squeeze too hard, unless you intend to hurt the boy. You will, seriously." She nodded and gently gripped them. I couldn't do anything but moan and move a little. I had the fingers of a ten year old playing with me. Who wouldn't moan? She smiled at that. "They're warm and soft. Does this feel good?" I nodded and sighed. For the next few minutes, she just explored me, seeing what I liked and didn't like. Needless to say, it didn't take too long for the big event. I cried out, "I'm cumming!" and jerked my back, raising myself so she took my cock in both hands and stroked harder. I cried out and shot, shooting cum all over me and her. Well I guess we attracted mom's attention because she was standing there laughing. We must have made quite a sight to her. Her naked son being stroked by her equally naked daughter. "Well, this is quite a picture," and she rushed out and returned moments later with her instant camera. "Say cheese!" and took our picture. We all laughed and Susan actually licked the cum from her hands, making a sour face. "Ewww! I don't like that," she said, grabbing her panties and wiping her hands off, then she turned and cleaned me off. Mom came over and sat next to us. "Now, do you know what to expect when your turn comes? You don't need to be embarrassed, though I expect you will a little. I know from what John said when he had his turn, after a few hours, you won't even know you're naked, except when you have boys touching you. I heard what John told you. I want you to remember what he said. And if you have trouble, if the boys won't listen to you, then cry out loudly, so that a teacher will hear you. Understand?" "Yes mom, I do. I want to thank you, John, She said, turning to me, "for showing me this. Also for showing me how to make myself feel good," she said and hugged me. I hugged her back, of course. It's not everyday that I get to have a naked 10 year old in my arms. "That's quite all right, Sue. I love you and want you to be safe. Now that you know, will you be nervous?" She shrugged. "Probably a little at first, but I won't be scared. Thank you." "Well, you're welcome, little lady," I said in my best John Wayne impression. She giggled and hugged me again. "Now I guess we'd better get dressed." "Oh don't bother," mom told us. "You've seen each other and so what is there to hide? Besides, I think I'll join you," and she did. We spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday, and when Monday rolled around, guess who was called to the Principal's office? You guessed it, But that is another story, which I'll let Sue tell you. This is an idea of what a firl in the 5th grade might go though when she learns she may have to be naked in school and what she does about it. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to inadequate formatting. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice----- <1st attachment, "Susan's Predicament.txt" begin> The following contains adult material and is fiction. It should not be attempted at home. Anyone under 18 should leave now. Thank you. This is your announcer speaking. This what I call pre-NiS. Susan's Predicament (mg, teaching NiS protocol) Hi. I'm John Davis, a 17 year old junior in high school. At the time this happened, it was a Saturday after the first few days of school. It was raining out and I was bored. I had decided to read a book so I grabbed a copy of H. G. Wells' 'War of the Worlds' and had gotten to the part where the first missile had landed when I heard a knock on my door. Sighing, I put the book down on my desk and went to answer the door. I opened the door to find my 10 year old sister Susan standing there, crying. I stood aside and she entered. "What's wrong, Sue?" I asked her as I led her over to my bed and we sat down. I put my arm around her as she cried. "Are you hurt?" She shook her head no. I was confused. If she wasn't hurt, then why was she crying? "Did someone try to hurt you?" No again. I sighed. "Okay," I said, lifting her chin so she could look me in the eye, "if you're not hurt, and nobody tried to hurt you, then what..?" She looked at me then she reached her hand into the pocket of her jeans. When she handed a paper to me and I looked at it, my eyes gaped. It was the same thing I had received when I started my freshman year, the NiS Program pamphlet, only the up-dated version. "Where did you get this?" "They gave them to all the fourth graders through the eighth graders yesterday," she sobbed, a little more under control now. "It starts next week. I just know they're going to pick me." Now, perhaps I should explain. We've had the Program in our high school for about six years, we all knew what it was about, and I had the honor to play my part in the play my freshman year, two years ago. I had always been shy, and going naked in school and being fondled by girls, though extremely arousing, didn't help my shyness any. Or at least that's what I thought. I still avoided crowds whenever I could, keeping to the less-crowded areas talking with my friends. But I realized that I was less likely to be embarrassed if someone walked in on me in the bedroom or bathroom when I was undressed, just a little uncomfortable, more concerned if whether they were offended by my being nude. Maybe it did help a little after all. Anyway, the Powers That Be had deemed it reasonable to extend that program, not only to the middle school but to the elementary school as well. I looked at my 10 year old sister and said, "Well, you know I went through it two years ago." She nodded, rubbing her eyes. I smiled at her and said, "I know exactly how you feel. It's embarrassing and nerve-wracking to have to walk around naked with everyone staring at you, touching you, feeling all your private spots. Have you talked to mom about this?" She nodded. "What did she say?" "She said I should talk to you since you did it already," she sniffed. "Oh great! Thanks, mom," I yelled. "You're welcome," came mom's voice from the hall. Sue giggled. I smiled at her, patting her shoulder. I thought a moment, then I said, "Wait here, I need to talk to mom. I have an idea that may help you. Okay?" She smiled and nodded. I left her sitting on my bed and left the room, heading for mom's den, just a few feet away. She looked up as I entered and raised her eyebrow just like Mr. Spock. I grinned. "Handing it off to me, huh?" I asked her, smiling to show I wasn't mad or anything. "Well, you went through it, so I thought that you could show her what she would have to deal with. Can you?" "That's why I'm here. I have some ideas, but I'm not sure if you'll approve." I sat down on the chair a few feet from her. "Well, tell me what you want to do." I thought a moment, then, taking a deep breath, I told her, "I suggest taking her through the initial process of undressing. Whether it takes place in the Principal's office or elsewhere, it will involve her undressing in front of strangers and her being naked in front of people she might know afterwards. If she has some idea of what to expect, something I didn't have, she'll be able to go in there Monday or whenever and be better able to handle it." I looked at mom. She smiled and nodded, "That sounds fine to me. But she won't be alone in the process. There will be a boy there." "I know. I intend to show that boys at that age are clueless about girls and they may be very excited and try to touch her more harshly than they should. She should know that she has control. She can say what is reasonable or not. I suspect that there will be more precautions taken with such young kids. If there aren't, there should be, and I aim to make sure she knows what she can let them do and what she should do when they go beyond that." "Good, John. What happens when she sees her first naked boy?" "I don't know. Maybe I should take the part of the boy. We could make a play out of it, make it fun." "That is a good idea, honey. Do you want me there?" That was the question I wasn't sure of. "I don't know," I told her. "She's going to be touched and prodded, maybe even have some orgasms. I don't want her to get scared by her feelings. She hasn't even started puberty yet." "I have a suggestion, if you want to hear it," she said, looking strangely at me. "Sure." "You show her just how the boys will want to touch her. You will have her naked anyway, and I trust you not to hurt her, so you show her. That way, she'll know when they're going too far." "I don't know, mom. That last girl that I touched last year was during the last week of the Program and she didn't seem to enjoy it very much." "Even so, you know what to expect and you can explain it to her. Just do your best, son," she said. smiling encouragement to me. I sighed. "Okay. I'll start like I'm the Principal and work from there. When I'm done, she'll be naked, know what a naked boy looks like and what feelings she is probably going to experience. I just hope that this doesn't hurt her psychologically, I'm her brother." "I don't think it'll do any more harm than the Program will." I nodded and left the room. Going back to mine I found her reading the book I'd left on my desk. "Like it, sis?" She jumped and put it down. "You scared me. What did mom say?" "She said I was to show you what to expect and I will. Let's go into your room. You'll be more comfortable in there." She nodded and I followed her to her room. When she was seated on her bed, I asked her, "What's your principal's name?" "Mr. Fairchild." "Okay, I'm going to be Mr. Fairchild and you are you. Stand up. Now standing beside you is a boy, we'll call him.." "Tom Kenney!" she called out. "Ohh, so he is a boy you like, hmm?" I asked her, teasing. She blushed and nodded. "Good, then he'll be Tom Kenny. Now you're standing in front of Mr. Fairchild's desk in his office, with the door closed. You both are frightened of what is to happen. That's the scene." I pulled her desk chair over to the middle of the room and sat down. "Miss Davis, Mr. Kenny," I said in a deep voice. causing her to giggle, "You both know why you are here. When you leave here, you both will be naked and will spend the rest of the week that way. Is that understood?" I looked at her menacingly. She laughed then got serious. "Please, sir, please don't make us do this. It is so embarrassing," and she hung her head down like she wanted to cry. I jumped up and stood beside her and pleaded an a high voice, "Yes, please sir, I just can't take my clothes off in front of a girl," accenting the word girl. I went back to my seat and said, "Now, none of that. You both received the rule pamphlets, you both know what is involved. Now, either you both voluntarily undress or I will have some teachers do it for you." Sue's eyes widened. "Would he really do that?" I nodded. "From what I understand, when my Program started several years ago, they had trouble with getting the students to disrobe, undress, so they had some teachers do it. When it got around that they were serious about the Program, that trouble went away, but not without a lot of complaining." Sue's face was white. I went and hugged her. "Now don't worry, that's why we're doing this, after all. All right, let's continue." In the deep voice, I said, "You will undress now. When you are finished, you will take a long look at each other, as I'll warrant neither of you have seen a naked person of the opposite sex. Have you?" She shook her head. I smiled. "Okay, start undressing and I'll play Tom, poor scared little Tom." "U-undress? In front of you? I can't." She looked really frightened now. "Honey, mom said it's okay. That's what you will have to do when you get picked. This is a practice run and it has to be as real as possible. Understand?" "I-I guess. Are you really getting naked, too?" she asked with a quiver. "Yes, and I'll touch you like a boy will, and you can touch me. That way you will know what to expect. And there's one thing - if it feel's good, it's all right to react. You don't have to hide it." I smiled at her and she gave me a small smile back. I stood up and watched as she started to pull her shirt out of her pants. She was watching me. "You should look shy, even though you may not feel it at the time. Turn your back to the boy, because he will do that, too." She turned her back as she pulled off her shirt revealing her naked back. Without turning, I removed my own clothes and was just pulling off my shorts when she looked bashfully over her shoulder. "That's a good touch, Sue. Remember that when it's time. Now turn slowly around with your hand over your private places. That's not allowed but you don't know that yet." I smiled as she turned around, her right arm across her chest and her left hand over her pussy. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she gasped. "Wow! That's what one looks like?" she asked me. I smiled. "Yes, but they're all different, some are longer, some are shorter, thicker, thinner, whatever, but they all perform the same function," I told her. Then I said in my high voice, pretending to be Tom, "Oh boy! You're naked!" She giggled and let her hands slip a little. "Hey, you don't have a pee-pee," I gasped as Tom. "What happened to it?" Then, as Mr. Fairchild, I said, "Young man, females don't have penises, like you and me, they have vaginas. When you get a little older. you'll appreciate that. Now I want you both to approach the other (Motioning her to me) and touch the other. Don't be afraid. Miss Davis, remove your arms. That is not allowed. Now!" Sue dropped her arms to her side and came closer, then she reached out and touched my penis on the head. At the same time, I put my finger on her vaginal slit. "Ohhh, it's so warm and soft," she said, and I said, as Tom, "Gee, you're warm, too, and wet. Did you pee?" She stood back shaking her head no.f As Mr. Fairchild, I said, "No Thomas, she didn't, she is wet there due to her nervousness and excitement. Like you and I get erect when we get excited, females get wet to allow for penetration." "Penetration?" she asked. "When a man and a woman engage in sex, he slides his penis, this here," I said, lifting my penis and showing her, "into the female's vaginal orifice, but if she isn't wet there, it can be painful for her. Lie down and I'll show you with my finger." She went back to her bed and lay there, looking scared. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." I smiled at her to let her know I meant it. As I pulled her pillow from the head of her bed and placed it behind her head so that she could see what was happening, I told her, "Spread your legs." Her face reddened and she violently shook her head no. "In school, you'll have to show all the boys. For the moment, and while you're in the program, you'll have to forget most of the manners mom has taught you about being a good girl. You'll be forced against your will by the Program's rules to do some naughty things, like showing your vagina, or, as the boys will probably call it, your pussy. So now I would like to touch your pussy. May I? That is an example of a reasonable request and you have to agree to it. What isn't reasonable, especially for a girl your age, is for a boy to put his finger too far inside you. He could hurt you." "How?" she asked nervously. "Inside every girl when she's born is something called a hymen. It protects you from dirt and other stuff going inside you until you are old enough to take care of yourself. It also means that you are a virgin, which even today means a lot. If a boy puts his finger too deep inside, he could break it, then you wouldn't have one anymore and it would bleed and hurt when he does it. You have to be careful. Do you hear me?" She shook her head up and down several times fast. I smiled at her. "Now, will you let me touch you?" She nodded and hesitantly spread her legs, pushihing her knees up slightly. When I got a good look at her tight pussy, my cock grew hard. "Wow, did I do that?" she asked me, pointing at my cock. I smiled, "Yes, you have a very pretty pussy." She smiled at that. "Really?" she asked, pleased. "Yes, really," I said, smiling. "Now, this is what it feels like to be touched by someone else." I reached out and ran my finger gently up and down her closed slit, then I gently spread the outer lips. She stiffened and moaned. I asked her, "Does that hurt?" She shook her head no, and started breathing hard as I continued to play with her. She was shaking and moaning till I stopped and stood up. "No, please don't stop, Tom, that feels good!" She must have been thinking of her boyfriend when I did that. "It feels good? If a boy is careful and considerate, he can make you feel very good. Don't forget, it's okay to express yourself in an instance like this. Moan, cry out, but don't ever forget. don't get so far out that they can take advantage of you." As I was talking to her, I had returned my finger to her pussy and was gently pushing it in. I finally felt her hymen and was pushing against it when she sat up and said, "No! I don't like that. Stop." I stood up and clapped my hands. I smiled and said, "Very good, Sue. That's exactly what you should do. Even it felt good before I did that. If I had gone further, you wouldn't have a hymen now. Let them play with the outer lips, even rub your clitoris, or clit, as it's called, but don't let them stick anything inside you. Okay, honey?" She looked up at me and nodded. Then she lay back again on the bed. Her breathing had returned to normal but her face was still reddish. "What's a clit?" she asked me. "Want me to show you?" "Yes, please, John," she said. Good she was back with me again. I went back to rubbing her pussy, pushing my finger gently back inside, but instead of going in, I went up. Her body shook when my finger touched the nubbin at the top. She jumped when I took it between my thumb and first two fingers and gently rubbed it. "Oh God, that's..." she started to say but couldn't continue as she experienced her first orgasm. I continued to rub her some more, gently inserting my finger inside, being careful of her hymen, and moving it in and out. She shook so violently that I almost lost my hold. Finally though, she grabbed my hand and pulled it out. "Enough! Oh, god..." she cried, breathless, shaking her head back and forth. I smiled. "That, little girl, was an orgasm. It is what lovers try to reach but do it only about half the time, I hear, especially the girls and women. Did you like it?" She raised her head and replied, "Do it again! Please?" "That's my girl. Maybe later, when you've collected yourself. You'll probably get what we call horny from all the boys playing with you. That's when you get wet between your legs and you feel a tingle there. Your nipples will harden also. You can bring yourself off like I did. Give me your hand." She sat up and extended her hand. I took it, smiled at her and placed her finger right on her clit. Her eyes lit up and she rubbed herself. "That is what you can do when you're in bed at night. When in the Program, you will be given a chance during the day to get relief. You might even get to see some of the older, more mature boys asking for relief. You'll like that. They play with themselves, or they can ask for help." "I could help them? I mean, I could touch them like I touched you before?" "That is just what I mean. In the Program, you are allowed to do things that you thought were forbidden before. But never allow them to try to put their penises inside you." She nodded at that. "I won't," she said seriously. "Good. Now, would you like to see what happens when a boy older than your boys does when he gets excited?" She nodded, smiling. I laid back on her bed, my legs separated slightly and hanging off the edge. "Go ahead, take it in your hand. It's okay, don't be scared. Mine might be bigger than those you'll see in your school but they're all pretty much alike." She moved between my legs and ran her fingers over my balls and my penis. "You have to be careful with the balls, the testicles as they're called, because they are very sensitive. Don't squeeze too hard, unless you intend to hurt the boy. You will, seriously." She nodded and gently gripped them. I couldn't do anything but moan and move a little. I had the fingers of a ten year old playing with me. Who wouldn't moan? She smiled at that. "They're warm and soft. Does this feel good?" I nodded and sighed. For the next few minutes, she just explored me, seeing what I liked and didn't like. Needless to say, it didn't take too long for the big event. I cried out, "I'm cumming!" and jerked my back, raising myself so she took my cock in both hands and stroked harder. I cried out and shot, shooting cum all over me and her. Well I guess we attracted mom's attention because she was standing there laughing. We must have made quite a sight to her. Her naked son being stroked by her equally naked daughter. "Well, this is quite a picture," and she rushed out and returned moments later with her instant camera. "Say cheese!" and took our picture. We all laughed and Susan actually licked the cum from her hands, making a sour face. "Ewww! I don't like that," she said, grabbing her panties and wiping her hands off, then she turned and cleaned me off. Mom came over and sat next to us. "Now, do you know what to expect when your turn comes? You don't need to be embarrassed, though I expect you will a little. I know from what John said when he had his turn, after a few hours, you won't even know you're naked, except when you have boys touching you. I heard what John told you. I want you to remember what he said. And if you have trouble, if the boys won't listen to you, then cry out loudly, so that a teacher will hear you. Understand?" "Yes mom, I do. I want to thank you, John, She said, turning to me, "for showing me this. Also for showing me how to make myself feel good," she said and hugged me. I hugged her back, of course. It's not everyday that I get to have a naked 10 year old in my arms. "That's quite all right, Sue. I love you and want you to be safe. Now that you know, will you be nervous?" She shrugged. "Probably a little at first, but I won't be scared. Thank you." "Well, you're welcome, little lady," I said in my best John Wayne impression. She giggled and hugged me again. "Now I guess we'd better get dressed." "Oh don't bother," mom told us. "You've seen each other and so what is there to hide? Besides, I think I'll join you," and she did. We spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday, and when Monday rolled around, guess who was called to the Principal's office? You guessed it, But that is another story, which I'll let Sue tell you. -END? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ S.T.M.'s Collection - NIS Director