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 ï>¿Meyer -(TM)s College - Human Sexuality 201

   Part 01

   We were all apprehensive as we filed into the classroom.  No one really
knew what to expect from this course: Human Sexuality 201.

   Southeastern had never offered it before.  The course description was
quite vague.  It was a 3 hour elective course open to every major.  It
counted specifically to majors in psychology, education, biology, and
Physical Education.  The course was restricted to students age 18 and over.
Granted, not many students were younger than 18 - but a few were.  And no
other class had an age restriction.

   In addition, a letter had been mailed to all enrollees advising them
that the first class would be introductory and stating that they could drop
and receive a full refund for the course before the beginning of thPart 01e
second class.

   All of this was highly unusual.

   And we were all curious and a little nervous about it.

   Most considered this a blow off course on sex ed - similar to what many
had had in high school.  My sex ed class in high school had been about as
exciting as a Gilligan's Island marathon.

   We all sat down and waited for the professor - a new teacher no one had
ever had before: Dr.  Amy Thompson.

   Precisely as the bell was ringing (yes our school uses bells) she strode
in.

   She shut the door.  Walked to her desk.  Set her stuff down.  Turned to
the class.  And slipped off her robe!

   The whole class immediately got very quite.

   For what seemed like a lifetime she stood still in front of the class,
completely nude, allowing all of us to have a close look at her body.

   She was stunning.  She was about 5'2" , thin, with long auburn hair. 
She looked to be in her early 30's.  Her breasts were small to medium with
small aureoles and firm nipples.  Her pussy was completely shaved.  She was
tan from head to toe.

   "Welcome to Human Sexuality 201," she announced.  "If you're in the
wrong class, pull your tongue back in your mouth and leave."

   Everyone laughed, nervously.

   "As you have probably guessed by now, this class is going to be a little
different from most of your other classes.  You're not in high school
anymore.  This class is on human sexuality and that is exactly what we will
be studying.  When you leave this class you will know more about sex than
99.9% of the population.  You will be comfortable with your body and will
know how to bring pleasure to both yourself and your partners."

   "Now, a few of the ground rules.  One of the goals of this class is to
become comfortable with your body.  Therefore, beginning Wednesday, each of
you will disrobe as soon as you enter this class.  All clothes will be
placed in the cubicles in the back of the room.  That's right.  This class
will be conducted entirely in the nude!"

   We all squirmed a little.

   "You also need to be aware that this is a practical course.  In other
words, it's hands on!"

   She picked up a packet of papers and began walking up the aisle, handing
them out.

   "This is the syllabus.  Take it home this evening and look through it
carefully.  It will explain in detail what we will be studying and what
will be expected of you."

   "Basically, we will discuss every aspect of sexuality beginning with a
physical examination of our bodies, followed by studies of self
stimulation, oral sex, anal sex, and sexual intercourse.  We will also
examine society's views on nudity and public displays of affection. 
Towards the end of the semester we will study the areas of sexuality deemed
by society to be perverse, including pornography, bondage, S&M,
exhibitionism, bestiality, water sports, and more."

   Everyone was very quite.  Shocked would be more accurate.

   "Your grade will depend largely on your participation.  The more you
participate, the better your grade will be.  Tests will be given, but they
will be performance based.  In other words, you'll be expected to do what
we have studied!"

   "The syllabus I have handed you is very detailed and explicit.  It will
tell you exactly what we will be doing and what you will be expected to do.
There is a consent form at the back of the packet.  At the beginning of the
next class you will turn this in.  Essentially it states that you have read
the packet and agreed to the curriculum and requirements."

   "You will never be forced to perform an action that you are
uncomfortable with.  However, failure to perform will affect your grade. 
Therefore, there will be a certain amount of pressure to go beyond your
comfort level.  Rest assured that the curriculum has been viewed and
approved by the department and by the board of directors for the
university. Southeastern aims to become the predominant university in the
nation in the area of human sexuality.  This course is an integral part of
that.  Eventually it may even become a required course for all new
students."

   "At our next class I will answer any questions you may have.  Until
then, discuss this among yourselves and decide if this course is for you.
If you choose to drop the course simply take your syllabus to the registrar
before the next period and they will immediately give you a full refund."

   "Class is dismissed."

   She turned.  Slipped on her robe and walked out of the room.



   That Wednesday fully 25 to 30% of the previous class did not show up. 
They had all dropped.  Looking around, it looked like there were only 25 to
30 students, about half male half female.  Being used to classes
overflowing with 75 to 100 students, this looked incredibly small.

   It's hard to explain why I didn't drop.  I rationalize it by saying that
it will help me in my psychology major.  Human sexuality is the root or
symptom of an awful lot of psychological problems.  Having a thorough
understanding of it would be helpful in my career.  Sounded good anyway.

   The truth is, I just wanted to.  I'd been brought up in a very
conservative home.  I lost my virginity just before graduation.  One reason
why I chose this college was that it was a long way from home.  I wanted to
break out and experience life.  I wanted to be wild for a while.

   That's why I signed up for this class as a freshman.  I wanted to
experience everything.

   As we walked into the classroom we all nervously made our way to the
back of the room, where the cubicles were.  We knew that we were required
to be nude for this course, but no one seemed to want to be the first to
strip.

   Finally one guy said, "To hell with it!" and pulled his shirt over his
head, then dropped in jeans.  In a flash (pun intended) he was nude.

   We all laughed nervously.  Since the ice was broken everyone else joined
in.  Soon 30 young men and women were standing around nude.

   We made our way to the desks, trying to act normal and at the same time
positioning ourselves so that we were as "hidden" as possible.

   Right on queue the bell rang and in walked Ms.  Thompson.  She set her
books down, slipped off her robe, walked to the coat rack by the door and
hung it up.  Turning she looked up at her class and smiled.

   "I'm glad to see how many of you were brave enough to return.  And that
each of you were willing to strip.  By the end of this term you will be
very comfortable with this.  Trust me!" She laughed.

   "I'm curious, who was the first to disrobe?"

   The man raised his hand.

   "And what's your name?"

   "Jim.  Jim Hawthorne."

   "Well Jim, you've just earned 5 extra points.  Well done."

   "Now, everyone, please turn in your consent forms.  Remember, by signing
and turning in these forms you are stating your willingness to fully
participate in all aspects of this class."

   We all passed our forms to the end of the rows.

   This was surreal.  Here we were, totally nude, acting as though
everything was normal.

   "To begin, I've found in situations like this that very little can be
accomplished because everyone is trying to look at everyone else while
keeping themselves hidden.  No one is able to concentrate."

   "To overcome this, you are each going to introduce yourselves.  As I
call your name, come to the front of the room, step up on this desk, turn
all the way around once, put your arms behind your back and tell us about
yourself.  I have a list of questions I want to know.  What is your name?
How old are you?  How old were you the first time you had sex?  How often
do you masturbate?"

   "Lisa Armstrong, you're first"

   My heart sank.  All my life I had lived with the curse of the A.  I was
always first to be called.  Always put in the front row.  Always at the
front of the line.  Now I had to stand up nude in front of a room of
strangers - first.

   I took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to the desk.  I started to
walk around it to climb up from behind but Ms Thompson stopped me.

   "No Lisa.  Climb up from the front."

   Now, I'm short - 5'0" exactly.  The desk was tall - well above my waist.
I knew as I raised my leg to climb up that the entire class was seeing my
pussy and ass spread wide open for them.

   I stood up and turned around.

   "I'm Lisa Armstrong.  18.  I first had sex about 3 months ago." I
stopped.

   "And how often do you masturbate, Lisa?"

   I swallowed.  I felt like crying.  "About 3 times a week," I replied.

   "When was the last time?"

   "Last night," I muttered.

   She walked up to me and stood in front of me, looking right up at my
pussy.

   "Notice, class, how fine the hair is on around her pussy.  Studies have
shown that little or no hair around the vagina is extremely attractive.  I
must agree." She smiled and displayed her own shaved pussy to the class.

   "Alright Lisa.  You may take your seat."

   I climbed off and sat down.

   It felt so good to be done.

   For the next hour I sat transfixed as student after student stood and
displayed there wares to the rest of us.  There were 15 girls and 14 guys.
Seems I was the youngest.  The oldest was a 27 year old man.  There were
all different sizes.  Some beautiful.  Some sexy.  Some big.

   It was incredible.  I had only seen a few nude people in my entire life.
Only one guy.  My former boyfriend.  We broke up shortly before I came
here. I'd seen girls in the locker rooms, but this was different.

   By the end of the period, we were all quite comfortable with each other.
We had shown everything and seen everything.  There really was no reason to
hide.

   "Alright class.  Before I dismiss you, a couple of things to note."

   "First," and she began handing out a packet of paper, "this is
information on your term project.  Review it before Friday's class.  You
are all expected to do a research project by the end of the term.  Friday
we'll discuss it.  Monday your topic should be chosen.  As you think about
this bear in mind that virtually anything goes.  The more outrageous the
better, and no one can cover the same topic.  With 29 students your going
to have to think outside the box." She smiled wickedly at her double
entendre.

   "Second.  I'm doing some research of my own.  There is opportunity for
extra credit throughout the term.  I'll discuss this with you in future
classes."

   "Third.  Friday's class.  Now that you've had the opportunity to see
each other's bodies, Friday we will physically examine and measure each
aspect of each other.  It should be quite interesting."

   "Class dismissed."

   She walked to the door, slipped on her robe, and walked out - leaving
the door open.

   We quickly ran back to the cubicles to dress just as the bell rang. 
Students walking in were treated to a wall of full moons while we all tried
to pull our jeans and shorts up.

   On Friday we all went straight to the back of the room and stripped.

   It was weird.  We all knew we had to do it.  We had all done it once
before.  We had all seen each other nude.  But somehow simply walking in
and undressing at school was so unnatural.

   Nevertheless, by the time the bell rang we were all sitting in our
seats, totally nude.  We were all too self conscious to be standing around.
Somehow if we were seated we felt covered.

   Ms Thompson strode in right on time, as usual.  She slipped off her robe
and hung it up.

   "Alright class.  Today we will measure each others bodies.  To do this
we need to go to the Biology lab.  Please bring your notebook and leave
your other things here.  I'll lock the door to protect your valuables. 
Please follow me."

   "I can't go out there like this!" a blond behind me screamed.

   "Of course you can," replied Ms Thompson.  "It's a beautiful morning. 
The sun is shining.  And we don't have any of the instruments here.  Come
along!"

   With that she opened the door and waited for us to join her.

   None of us moved for a moment.  Then one man stood up and walked down.
Then a girl.  Another guy.  I got up and walked down.  And then we all
joined her.  Even the girl behind me.

   Stepping out into the hallway was the hardest thing I've ever done.  I
didn't know what to do with my hands.  Do I cover my breasts or my pussy? I
had shaved it bald last night, so everything was visible.  Or do I simply
pretend I'm dressed?

   I looked around.  All the guys had their notebooks rather strategically
placed.  They were so lucky.  Most of the girls seemed to be as undecided
as I was.

   I decided that if I was going to make it in this class I was going to
have to force myself to act as normally as possible.  With a surge of
determination I put my notebook under my arm, but my hands to my side, and
began following Ms Thompson.

   Imagine what you would do if you were on an average college campus and
thirty nude men and women came strolling past.

   I felt like I was in a damn parade!  Literally everything stopped as we
walked by!  People stopped walking.  Stopped talking.  Stopped eating.  One
guy dropped his drink and spilled coke all over the hallway!  Looking back
on it, it was sort of funny.  Going through it was terrifying.

   I've never felt more embarrassed.  More visible.  I felt like crying. 
Felt like turning and running for the nearest cover.  Two days ago I let a
group of strangers see me nude for the first time.  Now I was on display
for the entire world to see.

   I bit my lip and kept walking.  Ms Thompson simply strode on as though
she were dressed in a business suit.

   The Biology building was half way across campus.  We had to go
downstairs, outside, across a major street, through an outdoor commons
area, into the biology building, downstairs to the basement, and down the
hall to lab 114.

   I don't know how many people saw us.  There was almost a wreck when we
crossed the street!  The commons area became deathly quiet as we walked
through!  People didn't know how to react.  They just stared.

   When we finally got to the lab, we all groaned.  Lab 114 had a glass
wall!  The only lab with a glass wall!  This lab was set up so that people
in the hallway could see in at what was going on.  The whole front wall was
a window!

   Some of the older students had been worried about this as they came
over. Being a freshman, I'd never had a biology lab and didn't have a clue.


   We rushed inside.  Somehow we felt a little more covered.  But not much.


   Ms Thompson went to the front of the room.

   "Class.  Today you will be measuring each others bodies.  Please pay
attention while I read off your lab partners for this morning."

   It turns out one other girl had dropped, so there was an even number of
guys and girls.  I was paired with a Sophomore named Steve.

   "OK class.  Take a place at one of the tables.  All the necessary
instruments are laid out at each table.  Here are your instructions.  I
suggest you take turns and do each other at the same time.  One rule: you
cannot measure yourself.  The other person must perform each measurement."

   Steve and I nervously looked around.  Somehow we'd been paired towards
the end of the group.  That means we were the last to find a seat.  Guess
what seat was left!  Right by the huge window.

   We sat down and looked at the instructions.  I was afraid to read the
whole thing, so we just started on number 1.

   Weight.  We went to the scales.  I was 98.  Steve was 179.
Height: 5'0".  Steve: 5'11".

   Arm length from tip of finger to shoulder.

   Arm span from tip of finger on one hand to tip of finger on the other
hand.ï We had to stand straight up with our arms extended.

   Head circumference.  Head circumference?  We had to measure how big
around our heads were.  That was silly.

   Waist.  I wrapped the measuring tape around Steve's waist.  30".  This
was getting a little intimate.  Steve's cock was beginning to twitch
somewhat.

   Chest.  I measured Steve first.

   Then he wrapped the tape around me.  He had to get the tape right across
my nipples.  It tingled some.  27".  (I'm very small!).

   Breast dimensions.  This one took us by surprise.  There was a special
tool that had to fit over the breast, almost like a boot.  It was then
tightened down until the entire breast was enclosed.  It measured exactly
how big around the breast was and how long it was.  It didn't hurt.  But it
felt really strange.

   Steve had to grab my breast and fit this cup over it, then tighten it
down.  And he had to do it for each breast.  It wasn't easy to make it fit.
Seemed to need three hands, and Ms Thompson was making sure that none of
the girls helped.  He had to step in really close and use his body to sort
of hold it in place.  His cock was now hard and pressing up against my hip.
Finally we got that done.

   I looked up.  Half a dozen people had gathered in the hall to watch. 
Not 6 feet from where we worked!

   Nipple length!  Steve had to tweak my nipples to get them hard and then
measure how long they were.  Since they were already hard, this didn't take
long.

   Length of foot.

   Length of calf.

   Length of thigh from crotch to knee.

   I spread my legs while he placed the measuring tape against my bare
pussy.  I could feel the moisture starting to run down my leg.

   I moved behind him to measure his leg but Ms Thompson stopped me.  The
instructions said to measure from the front.

   Kneeling down to put the tape against under his crotch put my face right
in front of Steve's now hard cock.  A long string of pre cum was dripping
out of it.  He looked really embarrassed.

   Hips.

   Measuring around his hips meant pressing his cock against his body.  It
jumped some when I did it.

   Testical dimensions.  Again there was a special tool.  I had to put a
little cup around his sack and tighten it down.  His balls felt hard and
firm, pulled all the way up to his cock.  Tightening it down meant pulling
them away some.  He grimaced and I thought I had hurt him, but he assured
me he was OK.

   Vagina length!

   I had to sit up on the table and spread my legs while he measured the
length of my vagina.  Looking up I saw at least a dozen people standing at
the window.  Suddenly they clapped and cheered.  One of the guys behind us
had cum and shot semen all over his partners face and chest!

   Ms Thompson calmly handed him a roll of paper towels and said this was
to be expected.  She told him to clean her up and restated that the girls
could not help.

   Cock length.  I had to measure form tip to base, pulling it up to get
the full length.  Steve looked like he was about to cum as well, but
somehow he held it all in.

   Labia dimensions!  I sat back on the desk and opened my legs.  He had to
spread my pussy and lips as wide as possible and measure their length. 
Talk about needing to cum.  I was beginning to tremble as his fingers
gently pulled me apart.  Behind me I heard another guy lose it and the
sounds of a girl in ecstasy.

   Cock head dimensions.  A cup had to be placed right over the head of the
cock.  I knelt down and put it over his cock and tightened it in place. 
The viewers cheered as I took it off and got shot right in the nose and
lips with his cum as he spewed.  It seemed to last forever.  He was so
embarrassed.  I grabbed some paper towels and he wiped my face off.  Some
had gotten in my mouth.  Salty.

   Clitoris dimensions!  Another little cup had to fit directly over my
clitoris.  I had never even really looked at it before.  Steve gently
pulled me apart and felt around for it.  He had to rub it quite a bit to
bring it out for the hood to go around it.  In the best of times it would
have been difficult.  I made it more so by jumping and moaning every time
he touched it.  He slipped this tiny little hood over it.  I felt
incredible.  Suddenly my toes curled, my legs straightened out, my back
arched and I bit my lip to keep from screaming as shots of pleasure rang
through my body.

   Steve looked at me and grinned as I relaxed, breathing deep.  He gently
removed the hood.

   Seems there was nothing else that had to be measured on Steve.

   But he had one more measurement for me.

   Vagina size.

   There was a large dildo attached to the table top.  I'd been trying to
ignore it the whole period.

   The instructions said I had to get on the table and lower myself on to
it as far as I could comfortably go.  Then Steve was to mark it right at
the point of entrance.

   I looked around.  A couple of teams were already done and watching the
rest of us.  A few girls were carefully lowering themselves down.  The
crowd had grown.

   I swallowed.

   Climbed on the table and squatted down.  The dildo was huge.  It started
small and gradually grew larger around as it went down.  Mostly it was
long. I guess to make sure that it filled each girl up.

   I pushed the tip inside me.

   It felt incredible.  I was still super charged up from my previous
climax.

   I rose up and slid down again, going a little lower.  I wanted it all
inside me.

   Up.  Down lower.  Up.  Down lower.

   I was fucking this dildo with a crowd of spectators 6 feet from me!

   Finally I slid down as far as I could go.

   I nodded to Steve.

   He knelt down and reached up to mark the dildo but instead he pressed
his thumb against my clitoris and rubbed.

   I exploded!

   Pleasure ripped through me like I had never felt before.  I grabbed his
hand and pushed it against my clitoris.  I bounced on the dildo, pushing it
further into me.  My back arched.  I screamed.  O my God, I screamed.

   I think I climaxed for 5 minutes.  I just couldn't stop.  Couldn't
control myself.  Didn't want to stop.

   When I came to myself I was impaled 13" on this dildo.  My body was
covered in a sheen of sweat.  And everyone was staring at me.  Even Ms
Thompson.  Then suddenly everyone broke into a round of applause.  I just
grinned embarrassingly.

   Ms Thompson quickly came over and helped me get off.  I felt incredibly
week.  Steve and another boy helped me down from the table.  Ms Thompson
carefully examined me and cleaned off my soaking pussy.

   She announced that I was fine.  Boy was I ever fine.

   I leaned against the table, barely able to stand.

   She told me I would probably be a little sore in the morning.  The
understatement of the year!

   I sort of brought the class to a close.

   We gathered up our stuff and headed back to our room.

   The walk back was uneventful.  A lot more people were around.  Word had
gotten out that we would be coming back and people had gathered to watch. I
had just had a world shattering orgasm in front of dozens of people. 
Walking nude through the commons didn't seem like such a big deal anymore.

   As we entered the class room the bell rang.  Ms Thompson announced that
we needed to be prepared to discuss our term projects for the next class.

   Monday morning I couldn't wait for class.

   Friday's class had changed my life.

   I kept thinking about it all weekend long.

   Being a freshman and new to the area, I didn't know many people so I
stayed in the dorm much of the time.  God it felt so good to be nude.  That
climax was so incredible!

   I couldn't get these thoughts out of my mind.

   I masturbated 4 times over the weekend.

   I've always been a very conservative girl.  Never did anything out of
line.  Didn't even have sex until a few months ago.

   Now I felt like a raging nymphomaniac.

   Saturday and Sunday I slept nude.  I've never done that before.

   This morning (Monday) I didn't bother to get dressed until the last
minute.  I walked to the shower nude (our dorm room shares a bathroom with
the room on the other side).  They're all girls and nudity isn't a problem,
but most of the time people at least have a towel around them.  Not me.  I
stood there in my birthday suit brushing my teeth and combing my hair.  It
felt marvelous.

   I walked into class and had my shirt off even before I got to the back
wall.

   Everyone seemed as excited as I did.

   At the same time, everyone was a little nervous because today we would
be choosing our term projects.

   My idea was wild - but I'll come to that later.

   As the bell rang Ms Thompson came walking in (I never have figured out
how she timed that so well).  She carried a big bag full of stuff.  Her
robe came off and she stood before us, nude.

   "Class, today you will present your ideas for your term projects.  I
hope you've put some real thought and imagination into them.  Although I'm
sure you've read them, I want to emphasis a few of the basic ground rules
before we begin."

   "First, this is a science class.  Therefore your project must have some
sort of scientific basis.  You must be examining something or recording the
reaction of others.  Realize that almost everything can be made into some
sort of study.  Your project must have some sort of goal and be reaching
some sort of conclusion."

   "Second, I encourage you to work with and help your classmates. 
However, they cannot be part of your study.  All participants must be
outside of this class."

   "I have talked to the administration, campus security, and the city
police department.  All of them have agreed to support your activities. 
Therefore, you will not be arrested or charged with indecency for anything
you do in connection with this class as long as you are not physically
injuring someone against their will.  You are not limited to the campus. 
I've even had some discussions with the governor.  Nothing settled there,
but if it comes down to it I'll be glad to press the issue further."

   "Any questions?"

   We all sat nervously silent.

   "Jonathon, lets begin with you.  Come to the front of the class and
share your idea with us."

   Jonathon walked to the front of the room.  He was obviously a body
builder and proud of it (with good reason).  Every muscle looked sculpted
and hard.  He was about 5'10 and 190 pounds.  No fat.

   "I've met some nudists and would like to study their lifestyle.  I'd
like to spend some time at a nudist resort and report on how society in
general reacts to the nudist culture."

   "I see," replied Ms Thompson.  "How do intend to do this?"

   "Well, there are a half a dozen nudist resorts within a couple of
hundred miles from here.  I'd like to go to each one and interview the
visitors.  Get to know some of them.  Simply try to learn more about their
culture."

   "Have you ever practiced nudism, Jonathon?"

   "No ma'am."

   "Would you like to?"

   "Well, umm.  That's sort of why I want to do this.  I want to learn
whether I want to become a nudist or not."

   "Do you think spending 4 or 5 weekends nude will be enough to make that
decision?"

   "I don't know ma'am"

   "Do you think that going to a nudist resort is the best way to study how
society in general reacts to the nudist culture?"

   "Yes ma'am.  That's where I'll find people who have lived in that
lifestyle who can tell me the problems they have faced."

   Ms Thompson got a firm look in her eyes.  "Jonathon, go to the back of
the class and bring me your clothes.'

   With a worried look in his eyes Jonathon retrieved his clothes.

   "Overall I approve of your project.  The study of nudism and the view of
our society on that subculture will be fascinating.  However, you have not
taken it far enough.  This is a practical course.  Going to a few nudist
resorts will not get you the information you need.  Living it will."

   "Jonathon, your project is to live life as a nudist for the rest of this
term.  You may wear shoes and basic jewelry, but nothing else until you
have completed the final exam.  You will write a daily journal of your
experiences as well as conduct interviews with several people both on and
off campus.  If the temperature falls below 32 degrees you may wear an
overcoat while outside, but must remove it whenever you come inside. 
Points will be deducted for any situation in which you determine you must
wear clothes.  To many such episodes and you will fail the course.  Any
questions?"

   Jonathon looked shell shocked.  He couldn't say a word.  He had just
gone from wanting to see a few naked people over the weekend to parading
nude for an entire semester!

   Ms.  Thompson handed him a large plastic bag.  "Please remove any
important items before placing your clothes in this bag.  Write your name
on the space provided.  I'll return them to you after the final exam."

   Speechless, Jonathon removed his keys and wallet from his jeans and
placed them in the bag.

   The rest of us squirmed uneasily.  Each of us was wondering what she
would do to our ideas.

   "Maria, come forward and tell us your idea please."

   Maria stepped forward.  She was Hispanic.  A junior.  20 years old.  She
had beautiful brown skin, large breasts with dark nipples.  Her pussy was
hidden in a lush tangle of black hair.  She stood about 5'4" and weighed
about 130.

   "I want to measure men's cocks," she giggled.  "I want to know for sure
what the average size of a man really is!"

   Everyone chuckled.

   "O.K." replied Ms Thompson.  "How do you intend to do this?"

   "I'll ask a bunch of guys that I know....  And maybe some of the guys in
here.  They'll drop their pants and play with themselves until they get
hard.  Then I'll measure them."

   "How many do you think you will measure?"

   "I haven't really thought about that," she replied.  "Probably 30 or
40."

   "Do you think 30 cocks is enough of a sample to determine the normal
size for society?"

   "I think so.  I don't know that many more men."

   "Do you think they men you know accurately reflect the make up of
American men?"

   "Uhhh.  Probably not."

   "Maria, there are approximately 100 days in this semester.  Five men a
day would be a good sample.  I want you to measure and record 500 different
cocks between now and the end of the term.  You will get 100 from each age
bracket: 15 - 25, 26 - 35, 36 - 45, 46 - 55, over 55.  You will record
their name, age, race, cock length when flaccid and when rigid, and cock
girth when rigid.  Note any irregularities as well.  Put this into a
spreadsheet and calculate largest, smallest, and average as well as any
other statistical information you think would be helpful.  Also, it will be
your responsibility to get the men hard, not theirs."

   "Any questions?"

   "What?!!  How am I going to find that many men in that many age groups?"


   "I don't know, Maria.  That's your problem.  You're probably going to
have to go around town and ask people."

   Maria looked just as shocked as Jonathon when she took her seat.

   That's the way every project went.  Someone would go to the front and
present his idea and before he was allowed to sit down the whole thing had
been expanded to much larger proportions than he had intended.

   One girl wanted to wear revealing clothes.  Ms Thompson cut off her
jeans at the crotch, cut her sleeves off her t shirt and cut the bottom to
just below her nipples.

   One girl wanted to analyze the amount of semen from an average
ejaculation.  She was instructed to get 300 condoms full for her study.

   One guy chose to study golden showers.

   Another guy wanted to be trained as a submissive.

   Both a guy and a girl wanted to study the reactions of observers to
"accidental" exposures.  They each had to have 100 "incidents."

   For some reason I was one of the last ones called up.

   "Lisa, please come share your idea with the class."

   Instead of getting nervous as the class went on I had become more and
more excited.

   "I want to push my sexual envelope by doing things I've never thought of
before," I stated.  "Friday was the most amazing day of my life, but I
would never of thought of that on my own."

   "I want to perform various dares in public and record my own reaction
and growth as well as that of those around me.  However, I am not sure
where to get the dares or how often I shuld perform them."

   I turned to Ms Thompson, confident that she would have no problem
whatsoever telling me where to get the dares or how often to perform them.

   "Excellent, Lisa.  Class, I think we can help her out on this one. 
There are thirty of us and 100 days.  We will each write 11 dares on index
cards for a total of 330 dares and place them in a bag.  You will pull
three out each day to perform.  You may discard up to a total of 30 dares,
but never more than one on a given day.  If you discard one, you must draw
another one to replace it.  You will keep a logbook of each dare and a
journal of you sexual journey.  Any questions?"

   I was tingling with anticipation.  "No ma'am."

   "Class.  Here are some index cards.  Take a moment now and fill out one
dare each.  Lisa will draw from these until Wednesday's class.  I want all
of you to have written 10 more dares for her by Wednesday."

   "Lisa.  You must not read any of these dares before hand.  If a dare
calls for you to do something that you are simply not able to do on that
day but are willing to do at the first available opportunity then you will
do it at that time.  In other words, if you are dared to attend a football
game in the nude and it is Thursday and the next game is Saturday, then
Thursday you will perform the remaining two dares and on Saturday you will
go to the game and still complete Saturday's dares.  Does that make sense?"


   "Yes ma'am." What was I getting myself into, allowing this class
determine my fate for the rest of the semester.

   "Alright class, turn in your dares."

   Everyone handed up their index cards.  Ms Thompson dumped them in a
canvas bag.

   "Lisa, come choose 3 cards for today's dare."

   I was excited and terrified at the same time.

   "I dare you to stay nude until the next class period."

   "I dare you to give blow jobs to the first 5 willing guys you see in the
hall after class!"

   "I dare you to masturbate with a cucumber in the middle of the grocery
store until you climax."

   My God.  What had I done?

   A few people were left after me.  I didn't hear anything they said.  I
was to busy thinking about my dares.

   When the bell rang I sat in my chair, terrified.  I had to complete
three dares today.  First, I was required to stay nude until Wednesday's
class.  Second, I was required to perform 5 blow jobs to the first 5
willing guys I found out in the hall.  Third, I was required to masturbate
with a cucumber in a grocery store until I climaxed.

   My God.  There was no way I could do this!

   I looked around the room.  A lot of people seemed unusually slow in
getting up.  Jonathon had to stay nude for the entire semester.  He looked
a little green around the edges.  Janet's project was to wear extremely
revealing clothes.  She had stood up and was busy trying to pull her t
shirt down far enough to cover her tits (Ms Thompson had cut it off for
her).

   I was terrified.

   Not only did I have to walk out of this classroom totally nude, I had to
give five strangers blow jobs!  Until this class I had only seen one bare
cock and I hadn't even kissed it, much less performed a real blow job.  The
closest I had ever come was when Steve blew his load in my face during the
last class.  What was I going to do?!

   A couple of girls rallied around me to encourage me.  It was evident
that we were all going to be doing some pretty embarrassing and humiliating
things.  We were going to have to help each other if we expected to survive
the class.

   I fought back the tears and asked them to help me find some willing
participants (like that would be very hard - how many college age men would
turn down a free blow job by a nude 18 year old girl?!).

   They agreed and ran out to round up some willing victims.  I took the
time to go to the back of the room and gather my things.  I stuffed my
clothes into my backpack and walked down to the door.

   Jonathon was standing there trying to work up the courage to step out.
We shot each other sympathetic looks, each took a deep breath, and stepped
together into the hallway.

   The hallway erupted into cheers and whistles.  Jonathon sort of ducked
his head and pushed his way through the crowd, disappearing down the hall.

   Susan and Ashley had found five guys and gathered them near the door. 
They looked almost as nervous as I was.

   I smiled uncertainly, took a deep breath and muttered, "Well, here
goes."

   I kneeled in front of the first guy.  He was tall and thin, with blond
hair.  Pulling his shorts down he revealed his hardening cock.  I took it
in my hands and tentatively licked the tip of it.  A bead of pre-cum slid
out of the hole.  I wasn't really sure what to do.  Everyone was silent.  I
continued holding it as it grew, my lips just millimeters from the tip.

   Finally I opened my mouth and slid it over the head.  I swirled my
tongue around it.  Slipped it out again.  Then back in.  It tasted salty.
Yet almost sweet.  I was starting to get into this.  I could hear the crowd
beginning to chant and cheer.  I slid it out and licked up and down.  Slid
it in again.

   He was as hard as a rock.  I began sliding smoothly up and down his
shaft, feeling his head hit the back of my throat.  I felt his hands grab
the back of my head as he became more and more excited.  Before long he was
holding my still while he fucked my mouth.  He kept pushing it deeper and
deeper until I felt like I was going to choke.  I felts his balls hit may
chin and knew that he was entirely in my mouth and throat.  My hands were
gripping his bare ass.  I pulled him even further in, pressing my nose and
lips against his base.  My tongue slid up and down his shaft.  He tensed -
and an explosion of cum erupted into my throat.

   People talk about spitting or swallowing.  I didn't even taste him.  He
was so far back in my mouth that he shot straight into my throat.  All I
could do was swallow.

   We hung like that for a few seconds before he pulled out.  I licked off
the tip and he pulled away, pulling his shorts up.  I looked into his face.
He had an embarrassed grin as he backed away and the next guy stepped up.

   The next guy was much shorter and bulkier.  He made me think of a
wrestler.  His jeans were already open and he was already hard.  The crowd
was still cheering.

   His cock wasn't as long as the first guy's, but it was bigger around.  I
could barely get my mouth around the head.  I licked it up and down and
sucked the tip, tickling his balls with my fingers.  As my mouth got used
to being opened that wide I started sliding further and further down his
shaft.  He stood stock still while I mouth fucked him, sliding my head up
and down, twirling my tongue along his shaft.

   As he tensed and shot his load I pulled back so that his cum landed
right on my tongue.  The crowd was cheering and I was becoming more and
more excited.  My fears and inhibitions were being replaced by an
insatiable lust for more.

   I sucked the last drops of his sweet cum off his cock and turned to
number three.  This guy had to be football player.  He was huge.  And so
was his cock.  He stood there waving it around for the world to see.  It
had to be 10 inches long and as big around as my arm.  I held it in both
hands and tried to get it inside my mouth.  There was no way.  I could
barely cover the head with my lips.

   I licked up and down his shaft and sucked the tip like I was a nursing
baby.  My hands gripped him and slid up and down as I masturbated him.  I
pushed my fist all the way down his shaft against his balls as he tensed
and shot his load.  He pulled back and sprayed me right in the face.

   I swear I thought he would never stop.  A long stream of white semen
kept shooting straight out.  On my nose.  On my eyes.  My chin.  My cheeks.
My tongue.  My throat.  My tits.  By the time he stopped I was covered in
white globs of dripping cum.  I was laughing out loud while the audience
erupted in cheers.

   Number four stepped up.  He was a thin black man with glasses and a row
of pens in his shirt pocket.  He looked like an accountant.  Though his
cock was a good 6 or 7 inches long, it looked small after the last guy.

   I hungrily engulfed it in my mouth.  I deep throated him immediately,
pushing him to the back of my mouth and down my throat.  My tongue moved
wildly.  I think he lasted a minute before tensing up to shoot his load.  I
backed off and opened my mouth while he sprayed my face and tongue.

   Number five stepped up and dropped his shorts around his ankles.  I
grabbed his ass and pulled his cock into my mouth, sucking for all I'm
worth.  My hands reached around and found his crack and asshole.  I'm not
even sure what I was doing or where it came from, but my fingers pressed
against his asshole and slowly slid inside.  He pushed his cock all the way
into my mouth.  There was no where for him to move while I pushed my finger
deeper up his ass.  I slid it out and back in while doing the same with my
mouth.

   It must have been a sight.  I was totally nude, on my knees, covered in
cum, in the middle of the hallway with a crowd of spectators, fucking a
complete stranger with my mouth while finger fucking his ass.  With a load
moan he shot into my mouth.  His cum fired out in a series of hard, hot
streams, coating my throat, mouth and tongue.  As my finger wiggled in his
ass he just kept firing shot after shot, filling my mouth faster than I
could swallow.  Cum overflowed and dribbled down my chin.

   Finally he stopped.  I kept him in my mouth while his cock slowly shrank
down to its normal size.  Slowly I slid my finger out of his ass.  He
looked down at me and smiled.  Pulling up his shorts, he turned to go.

   With the show over, the crowd began to disperse.

   I sank to the floor and leaned against the wall.  Cum dripped off my
chin onto my tits.  Susan and Ashley knelt beside me to make sure I was OK.


   God, I was so horny.  Normally I'm quite shy, but somehow, when I get
really excited all my inhibitions go away.  I was discovering that being
seen by others was a tremendous turn on for me.  My pussy was dripping with
frustrated anticipation.

   I heard the bell ring.  That had taken less than 10 minutes.  And I had
a class to get to!

   One of the rules that Ms Thompson had stated required that we continue
our day as we normally would.  If we missed a class or an appointment
simply because of our project it would count against us.

   I grabbed my shirt from my backpack and wiped the cum off my face and
tits (I wouldn't be wearing it again today anyway).  Stuffing it back in my
bag, I thanked Susan and Ashley for their help and ran upstairs to my
psychology class.

   As I stepped into my psychology class I became intensely aware of my
nudity.  Class was already in session.  This particular room entered from
the front.  I stood in the doorway looking up at a hundred students in
stadium seating looking down at me.

   "Nice of you to join us Miss Armstrong," boomed Dr.  Johnson.

   Dr.  Johnson was a large kind man with short dark hair and a powerful
voice.  I'd only had a couple of classes with him but he had become my
favorite teacher.  He struck me as being strict, yet he had a great sense
of humor.

   "Obviously straight from Ms Thompson's human sexuality class, eh Miss
Armstrong?  From the remains dripping off your chin I'd say your homework
took a little longer than expected."

   I quickly rubbed my chin and came away with a large wad of thick cum.  I
wiped it embarrassingly on my hip (my very nude hip) and went to take my
seat.

   This was the only class I had with assigned seating.  Mine was about 5
rows up, right in the middle.  I had to squeeze past several people to get
to my seat.

   The room was set up like a theater.  The rows went up from the "stage"
at the front.  Long desks spanned from one aisle to another, with chairs
attached to the tables.  The teacher at the front of the class could see
each student easily, but had to look up to do so.  Most classes like this
had vanity boards in front of each desk.  This room did not.  Girls in
skirts had to be particularly careful not to flash the professor. 
Evidently nude girls were not expected at all when they designed the room.
My shaved and dripping pussy was less than 25 feet from Dr Johnson and
right at eye level.

   Dr Johnson had already returned to his lecture as I found my seat.  The
first time he looked up and saw me he almost choked.  My tits were still
hard from my unfulfilled arousal, my pussy was sparkling with moisture, my
legs were open slightly - it must have been quite a view.

   He recovered nicely, yet his eyes kept wondering over to where I sat. 
Knowing the effect I was having on him just increased my arousal.  I
slipped my hand down and slid it along my pussy.  Dr Johnson started
coughing.

   The girl beside me looked at me and frowned - sort of gave me the evil
eye.

   I realized I was far to aroused to continue this.  If I touched myself
much more I was going to cum right there.  I gritted my teeth and started
taking notes.

   Class seemed to last forever.  I started coming down off my sexual high
and began feeling the eyes of the class staring at my body.  I wanted to
hide, but knew that I couldn't.  I had to stay nude until Wednesday
morning! I started thinking about what I had to do between now and then.

   Suddenly I felt a rock in the pit of my stomach.  Gymnastics practice
was this afternoon!  I'd been in gymnastics all my life and, though never
Olympic quality, I was quite good.  I had received a full gymnastics
scholarship to come to this school.  There was no way I could miss it. 
This was just the second practice.

   After class I gathered my things together and went immediately to my
room.  This was my last class for the day and practice didn't start until
3:00.  I hurried across campus, ignoring the stares and whistles.

   I was afraid that if I masturbated and released all the pent up sexual
energy within me that I would never be able to finish the rest of the day.
Instead, I laid down and fell asleep.

   My alarm went off at 2:30.  It took me a moment to remember what was
happening.  I lay nude on my bed and in half an hour I had to be across
campus for my gymnastics practice.

   The sexual energy that had been building was stronger than ever.  I was
so horny.  More than anything I wanted to reach down and rub myself until I
came.  At the same time, the thought of going across campus nude was
incredibly stimulating.  The only thing giving me strength was my pent up
sexual energy.

   I got up and fixed a small sandwich since I hadn't eaten lunch.

   The gym was clear across campus.  Normally I rode my bike.  I reached
for my gym bag and then realized I wouldn't need it.  I headed down to the
lobby and my bike.

   Girls stopped and whispered to themselves as I walked down the hall. 
It's not like it was terribly unusual to see a nude girl in the hall.  But
it was evident that everyone knew what had happened earlier and word was
out that I had to stay nude until Wednesday.  No one believed I could do
it.

   I got outside and pulled my bike off the rack.  September is still
summer here.  It was pretty and hot.  I thought a moment about sunburn and
made a note to buy myself to by some sun block.  No time now though.

   I straddled the bike and set off.  God this felt good!.  The breeze was
waking up my nipples, causing them to stand at attention.  My seat quickly
worked its way between my pussy lips and was rubbing right into my
clitoris. Every bump and dip sent shivers up my body.

   People seemed to be everywhere.  And everyone was looking right at me. I
knew I should have felt ashamed.  Should have felt embarrassed.  Instead it
was exhilarating.  I loved it.  I had never felt this way before.  Traffic
literally was stopping for me.  How could I get this turned on by being
exposed to strangers?

   I pulled up to the gym, locked my bike, and went inside.  My pussy felt
engorged.  A stream of pussy juice was rolling down my thigh.

   Gymnastics practice was just beginning.  It's coed, so both guys and
girls turned to stare as I joined them.  Coach Perrin grinned.

   "Welcome, Lisa.  I see you're in Human Sexuality as well.  Saw Jonathon
working out earlier.  Quite a home work assignment."

   I laughed.  It was much easier knowing that I didn't have to explain
myself to him.

   Coach Perrin was about 35 and built just like a male gymnast should be.
He was slim and muscular with broad shoulders and narrow hips.  Dark brown
hair and green eyes.  A perfect 10.  I thought he was sexy in normal times.
Today I almost came just looking at him!

   He led us through various stretching exercises.  Gymnastics doesn't
leave a lot of room for modesty.  You're always spreading your legs and
lifting yourself up into unusual positions.  Others are always grabbing you
in delicate places as your learn new techniques and maneuvers.  But with a
leotard on I always felt covered and secure.

   Today everything was on display.  Coach Perrin had us do a bridge.  This
is where you raise yourself up backwards on your hands and feet, arching
your back as high as possible.  My tits were stretched up and my shaved
pussy was raised and wide open.  With my head upside down I looked up and
noticed that the whole gym had stopped to watch me.

   After our stretching he moved me to the balance beam.  This meant that
for an entire hour I was on display four feet off the ground.  I spun and
twisted, flipped and turned.  All the while Coach Perrin gave me special
attention.  We spent a lot of time practicing a maneuver where I come down
from a hand stand, grip the beam with my arms, arch my back and lower my
feet over my head.  My tits are pressed into the beam and my pussy is wide
open for viewing.

   My God I was turned on!

   Practice lasted two hours.  By the time we were done I had practically
forgotten that I was nude.  I felt great.  I was covered in a thin sheen of
sweat and, more than anything, wanted to rip Coach Perrin's shorts off and
impale myself on what I was sure must be a huge cock.

   Somehow I restrained myself and headed out the door.  In the entrance to
the gym I met Susan, Ashley and Steve.  They asked me how I was doing and I
sort of unloaded on them, telling them how incredible I felt.

   "When are you going to the supermarket," Steve asked.

   "I was going to go late tonight," I replied.  "But I'm not sure I can
wait that long.  I feel like I'm about to explode."

   "Why not go now?" Ashley asked.  "We'll take you."

   "But it's 5:30.  That's the busiest time of day!" I protested.

   "Yeah," said Susan enthusiastically.  "You said you loved people
watching you.  What more could you ask for?"

   "No.  No!  I couldn't."

   "Sure you can!" said Steve.  "Come on."

   He grabbed my hand and led me off to his car, flanked my Susan and
Ashley.  I protested.  But not much.

   As I climbed into the back seat I couldn't believe I was doing this.  I
was about to stick a cucumber in my pussy in a grocery store during the
evening rush!

   Since Steve's car had tinted windows I leaned back and relaxed.  Ashley,
who'd gotten in the back seat with me began rubbing my pussy gently.

   "Can't have you getting to relaxed now, can we?" she purred.

   By the time we got to the supermarket I was on the verge of cumming.

   We had to park at the far end of the parking lot.

   Up until now I had always been on campus.  Nude girls roaming around was
unusual to say the least, but kids did weird things on campus.  Now I was
in town.  And no one knew what we were doing.

   "Mom!  That lady's naked!" A young boy screamed.

   Everyone turned and stared.  It all came rushing to me.  I was naked! 
In a parking lot of a supermarket!  With boys and girls and teenagers and
moms and dads and grandparents and teachers and businessmen and men and
women and and and everyone staring at me!  Staring at my bare tits and my
shaved pussy.  My God!  What am I doing?!  I froze.

   "You can do this," whispered Steve.  "You have to do this!"

   With the three of them around me I walked through the parking lot and
into the supermarket.  The cold air of the air conditioning swam around my
nude body.

   This was so different from campus.  These were real people.  Real people
staring at me.

   I felt like a robot, just walking blindly ahead to the produce section.

   No one really tried to stop me.  A couple of people grabbed their
children and herded them away.  Some completely ignored me, as though they
saw a nude coed in the supermarket every day.

   Most stared and followed, some looking for the camera that must be
hidden somewhere.

   I picked up a cucumber that was about 8 inches long and looked smooth
and clean.  It felt cold even though it hadn't been refrigerated.

   I turned around and faced the crowd.  Spreading my legs I rubbed the
cucumber through my pussy lips.

   "Ma Gad!  She's gonna fuck a cucumber!" someone bellowed from the back
of the crowd.

   In front of me stood a group of 4 young teenage boys.  their cocks
already tenting their shorts.

   As I slid the cucumber inside me all my fears and inhibitions evaporated
again.  I had held myself on the edge all day.  Now my pussy was full.  I
pushed the cucumber all the way in, twisted it, then pulled it out again.

   I sank to the floor, spreading my legs wider, pushing and pulling. 
Then, to get a better view and because I was still warm from gymnastics, I
wrapped my legs behind my shoulders, spreading myself even wider.

   I pushed it all the way inside and then rubbed my clit with two fingers.
The boys in front of me couldn't keep their hands off their shorts.  Just
as a saw a wet spot blossom on one boys crotch, I climaxed.  It was like
fireworks went off between my legs.  The cucumber was filling my pussy
completely.  My fingers were flying over my clit and lips.  I screamed
loudly, arched backwards, brought my legs down and held myself tightly.

   I felt like it would never end as wave after wave of pleasure washed
over me.  My body shivered and shook as I rolled on the cold floor.

   I will never forget the look that greeted me when I calmed down enough
to look around.  There must have been thirty people of all ages standing
around me, their mouths hanging open, a look of utter disbelief in their
eyes.

   "I want one of those!" piped up a young woman in the middle of the
crowd. Everyone laughed - but no one moved.

   I slid the cucumber out of my dripping pussy.  Ashley and Susan helped
me stand up.  Without saying a word, I handed the cucumber to the 4
teenagers and walked through the crowd and out the door.

   That night I lay in bed, still nude, marveling at what I had done today.
I'd been exposed to literally hundreds of people.  I'd had oral sex with
five strangers.  I'd practiced gymnastics in the nude.  I'd masturbated in
public with a fucking cucumber!

   I felt embarrassed.  How could I do that?  I felt empowered!  How did I
do that?!  I was ashamed.  I was proud.  I was afraid of what I might be
required to do tomorrow.  Yet I couldn't wait to find out.



   Part 02 - Day 2 of dares

   I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing.  I rolled over, half asleep,
and grabbed it before it woke anyone else up.

   "Hello," I muttered.

   "Hello, Lisa?  I hope I didn't wake you.  This is Coach Perrin."

   "Coach Perrin?  No.  No.  I was just about to get up.  What time is it
anyway?"

   "6:45.  I had to catch you before you left.  I've got a project for
you."

   What now?  Coach Perrin was my gymnastics coach.  He seemed to take
special delight in the fact that I was nude at yesterday's practice.

   "O.K.  What do you need, Coach?" I asked apprehensively.

   "The gymnastics team takes turns teaching the junior high gymnastics
class at Lincoln Junior High.  Bob was going to do it today, but he just
called me.  Said he was sick.  I checked the schedule and you're the only
one without a first period class.  I need you to be at their gym by 8:00."

   "Coach, I can't!" I wailed.

   "Why not?" he demanded, a note of irritation in his voice.

   "Well, I can't.  It's my Human Sexuality project.  I have to stay nude
until tomorrow's class!"

   "Lisa, as I understand it, that class's requirements were not to
interfere with any other responsibilities.  Is that correct?" he demanded.

   "Yes.  But I can't go to a junior high class in the nude!"

   "Lisa, I've already spoken to the principal there.  He's a graduate of
Southeastern and fully backs the initiative this school is taking to become
the primary university in the nation dealing with all aspects of human
sexuality.  He has no problem with you coaching the students in the nude.
Now is there any other reason that you cannot be there this morning?"

   "No sir," I answered meekly.  "What do I need to do?

   "It's a mixed class consisting of a dozen boys and girls in 7th, 8th,
and 9th grades.  Most of them have been in gymnastics for several years and
are well trained in the basics.  You will be responsible for demonstrating
and leading them in their floor exercises.  The class starts at 8:00. 
Please report to the principal's office a few minutes early."

   "Yes sir," I replied.

   "Thank you, Lisa.  I'll see you at practice this afternoon."

   He hung up.

   I lay there, stunned.

   It was 6:50.  In one hour I had to be at a junior high - nude!  I had no
car, so I would have to ride my bike - nude!  And I had to teach gymnastics
to a group of boys and girls - nude!

   I wanted to cry.  There was no way I could do this!  But I was
determined not to quit.

   I sat up and reached over for the bag with the dares in it.  May as well
get all the bad news at once.  I pulled out three cards.

   "Stop shaving your pussy.  (The class could see that my pussy was shaved
when they wrote the dares).  When you have sufficient growth, go to the
Main Street Barber, strip, and have the owner shave your pussy.  You must
do this on a Saturday afternoon."

   Well, at least I didn't have to do that dare today.

   "Go down to the Fine Arts Theater - at the corner of HWY 57 and 12th St.
Buy some Ben Wa balls.  While at the counter, insert them in your pussy and
leave them there all day.  The theater is open 24 hours."

   "You must pee outside all day long.  You must have at least two
observers each time."

   It was almost 7:00.  I had one hour to get to the theater, buy those Ben
Wa balls (whatever they were), and get to the school.

   I jumped out of bed and into the shower.  It took a remarkably short
time to get ready.  Wash my hair, comb it out, put it in a tight pony tail,
slip on my sneakers and I was dressed for the day!

   Mindy, my roommate, was laying in bed watching.  She thought the whole
thing was hilarious.  I had not met her until we got to school last week.
She had heard rumors about the human sexuality class before she came and
thought I was insane for signing up for it.

   She was a lot more experienced sexually than I was (I think - hard to
tell how much was just talk and how much was true).  She seemed to get a
kick out of finding out what I had to do.

   I looked in the mirror before heading out.  A fresh face with bright
green eyes looked back at me, my dark pony tail swinging behind my back. 
My breasts were small, each about the size of a peach.  The nipples were
already standing tall.  My narrow hips looked more like a boy's than a
girl's, except for the shaved pussy in the middle.  Looking in the mirror I
realized that I could easily be mistaken for a student in the class rather
than the coach!
7:15!  I had to run!

   I've discovered that when I'm in a rush it's much easier to ignore the
whistles and stares.

   I grabbed my purse, flung it over my shoulder, and ran out the door and
downstairs to my bike.  A couple of other girls were getting their bikes
out too.  They started asking me what I had to do today (I seemed to be the
talk of the dorm).  I quickly told them I was late and couldn't talk,
mounted my bike, and took off.

   I knew right where I was headed.  The Fine Arts Adult Theater wasn't far
away.  It was strategically located near one of the main entrances to the
campus.  They obviously knew who their main clientele was.  My mother had
gone on one of her rampages when she saw it.  She would be horrified to
know that I was headed there.  Of course, she'd be even more horrified to
learn that I was riding my bike nude through the streets of town!

   As I rode I began to realize that I had not peed since I got up.  My
bladder felt like it was about to burst.  I knew I had to pee outside, and
a wicked thought crossed my mind.

   I pulled up to the store and swung my leg off the bike.  A man coming
out of the door got a clear flash of my wide open pussy and dropped his
videos all over the sidewalk.  Instead of picking them up he just stood and
stared at me.

   I looked around and saw another man getting out of his car, a look of
shock on his face.  Smiling at him, I squatted beside my bike and released
a strong stream of urine.  I must of peed for 30 or 45 seconds, a large
puddle forming beneath me.

   A small trickle ran down my leg as I stood up and walked inside,
followed by my two observers.

   I had never expected it to be busy at 7:30 in the morning.  There must
have been 15 to 20 men looking around.  It took less than a second for
every one of them to know that a nude girl had just walked in.

   The man at the counter grinned and walked over to me.

   "Morning ma'am.  I need to see your ID please."

   "What?  Oh.  Of course," I replied.  I'd never been in an adult store
before.  There were rows and rows of videos in front of me.  Along one wall
was a whole rack of magazines and books.  In the back was a doorway with a
sign over it declaring video rooms for rent.

   I showed the man my ID.  He looked at it and chuckled.

   "Alright Lisa.  How can I help you?"

   I stammered for a moment.  I had become intensely aware of my nudity.  A
dozen men had gathered around me.  I was surprised at how polite they were.
No one was touching me or even coming very close to me.  They simply stood
and stared.

   "I...  I...  um, need some Ben Wa balls," I muttered.

   "Alright." he replied.  "Those'll be right over here."

   He led the way to the other side of the counter.  The group of men
parted as I followed.

   In front of me was a collection of dildos, vibrators and other things
that I could only imagine the purpose of.  It seemed like hundreds of
different sized toys for both men and women.

   The man plopped 3 different packages on the counter.  Each bag held 3
round metal balls and were marked small, medium, and large.  The large were
almost the size of a tennis ball.  I' don't know how anyone could have
gotten them in their pussy.  The medium looked like silver ping pong balls,
slightly smaller.  The small was about the size of a large marble.

   I pointed at the medium and he rang it up.  $19.95.

   He started to put them in a sack.

   "That's not necessary," I said.

   My hands were shaking as I tore open the bag and held the balls in my
hand.  They were perfectly smooth and felt cold as I rolled them in my
hand.

   The men stared in disbelief as I squatted, opened my legs, and slid each
one in my pussy.  I stood up and a wave of pleasure flowed through me.

   I had to really concentrated to hold my pussy closed as I walked out the
door.  Everyone followed me outside.

   I stopped at my bike, trying to figure out how I was going to get on it
without the balls falling out.  Holding my bike in one hand I held my pussy
in the other as I threw my leg over the seat.  Now I wish I had a more
feminine bike.  Mine was a unisex all terrain bike with a bar down the
middle like a boy's bike.

   Glancing at my watch I realized I only had 10 minutes to get to the
school.  I started off, still holding my pussy until I could press it
against the seat.

   I don't know how I made it to the school.  I seemed to be in a sexual
haze the whole way.  I've never felt anything so incredible before.

   The three balls in my pussy filled me completely.  The motion of my legs
peddling forced the balls to roll around constantly inside me.  The seat of
the bike split my pussy lips and rubbed right up against my clit.  I was
afraid the balls would slide out so I pressed myself as hard as I could on
the bike.  Everything I rode over seemed to transfer directly to my pussy.
I felt like I was being fucked in the middle of town while riding my bike!

   I felt a climax building as I turned into the parking lot of the school.
I came to a screeching stop at the bike rack, put both feet on the ground
and pushed my pussy as hard as I could on the seat.  One hand went
immediately to my clit.  As soon as I touched it I began to moan and then
scream as a tidal wave of pleasure swept over me.

   Finally I settle down and opened my eyes.

   Have you ever seen a junior high five minutes before the bell is going
to ring?  Twelve, thirteen, and fourteen year old kids were all over the
place!  And every one of them was looking at me!  They each saw a young
nude woman, sweat running down her breasts, her pussy pressed against the
seat of her bike, her finger pushed against her clit, her thighs wet with
cum.

   The whole world seemed to have come to a screeching halt.

   I was so embarrassed.  I couldn't believe what had just happened.  I'd
masturbated - climaxed - in the middle of a junior high school yard.

   No one had moved.

   I wanted so much to leave.  I wanted to turn and ride out of there as
fast as I possible could.

   But I knew I couldn't.  I had no idea what Coach Perrin would do if I
left.  I might lose my entire scholarship.

   I had no idea what Ms Thompson would do, either.  It would certainly
count against me if I refused to do it.

   Besides, a tiny part of me tingled at the thought of what had just
happened.  I actually enjoyed being "forced" to do something that I would
never do on my own.

   Sheepishly I tucked my head and rolled off my bike.  I felt the balls
start to slide out and quickly pushed them back in.

   My hand was still shoving them in my pussy when a man spoke up behind
me.

   "You must be Lisa"

   I jumped and twirled around.  A tall, heavyset man with a goatee and his
dark hair pulled into a short pony tail was standing behind me.

   "Bill Wright.  I'm the Principal." He put out his hand.

   Without thinking, I reached out and shook it.  Horrified, I realized
that my fingers were dripping with cum.

   He grinned.  "Coach Perrin told me about your Human Sexuality class.  I
didn't realize you were going to be giving live demonstrations."

   I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there like an idiot.  Like a
very naked idiot.

   "Come with me, Lisa.  I'll show you to the gym."

   He led me in the front door and down the hall.  There was still a couple
of minutes before the bell and the hall was full of kids.  A wave of
silence seemed to roll down the hall ahead of us as the kids became aware
of our approach.  You'd think they had never seen a nude girl walking down
the middle of their hallway before!

   The gym held a little more privacy.  At least it wasn't filled with
kids. The gymnastics training room was off of the larger basket ball court.
Mr.  Wright led me in.

   There was nothing special about the room.  All the basic equipment was
there: a large floor mat, rings, balance beams, bars etc.

   "The kids will be here in a few minutes.  Here's the class roll.  How
you lead them or what you have them do is basically up to you.  Class is
over at 9:20, but you need to release them by 9:05 so they can have time to
shower and dress."

   "One point, Lisa.  We've been emphasizing hygiene and the necessity of
showering after class.  Even so, some of kids are embarrassed and try to
skip it.  You need to go into each locker room and personally supervise
that each child takes a shower."

   "Any questions?"

   "I have to go in the boys' locker room and watch them shower?"

   "I'm afraid so.  We can't have them going to class right after a work
out.  My office is at the end of the hall if you need me."

   The kids all came in as he walked out the door.  They couldn't believe
that they had a nude teacher!

   I'd worked as a part time trainer in my gym at home, so I was
comfortable leading a class.  Of course, I'd never led one in the nude.

   It's weird.  There are times when I almost forgot I was nude.  Times
when I was truly in the moment and really didn't care what I was or was not
wearing.

   There are other times when I am acutely aware of my nudity.  When I feel
like everyone's eyes are on me.  When that happens I become embarrassed and
want nothing more than to run and hide somewhere.  Of course, most of the
time when I feel that way I'm in a situation where running and hiding is
absolutely impossible.

   This was one of those times.  As those seven girls and five boys stood
there looking at me I became acutely aware of my nudity.  I wanted to run.
I wanted to hide.  I simply wanted to cover up.

   Instead, I reached for the clipboard with the class roster.  As I
stepped forward I felt it happening but couldn't react in time.

   One of the silver balls in my pussy slid out.  I clenched my legs and
stopped the other two from falling but the first one hit the mat, bounced
once and rolled to the foot of one of the boys!  He bent down and picked it
up.

   "Uh.  You dropped this."

   "Sorry.  Thanks," I muttered.  Not knowing what to do I simply opened my
legs and slid it back inside.  They all stared incredulously at me.  A
small tingle began to creep into my pussy again.

   I called role and looked at the class.  There were seven girls, 2 7th
graders, 2 8th graders, and 3 ninth graders.  They each wore leotards, some
surprisingly provocative.  Three of them wore two piece leotards, cut high
in the thigh.  Another had a thin pink one piece that was almost sheer. 
None of them wore anything underneath.

   The guys were all dressed in shorts and t shirts.  The shorts were all
the same, but were also quite short and thin, not unusual for gymnastics.
All 5 of them had prominent bulges tenting their shorts.

   "Well, let's stretch," I said, and motioned for everyone to sit in a
circle, legs in front and spread.

   As the leader, I joined them.  With my legs spread wide open my pussy
was visible to all of them except the two on either side.

   I led them in several different stretching exercises, then stood up
while continuing to issue commands.  I had each one form a bridge.  That's
where you lay on you back, put your hands palm down beside you head and
push yourself up, arching your back high above the ground.  Looking around
I saw five hard cocks pushing against the guys' shorts.  Several of the
girls had wet spots on their leotards.

   I finally decided it was time to get to work.  When I work out I work
out hard; when I lead a class I see that they work out hard as well.  From
the way they were acting, I pushed them harder than they were used to. 
When the buzzer went off reminding me to send them in to the showers, those
poor kids were worn out.  Sweat was trickling off their faces.

   "Alright guys.  Time to hit the showers," I announced.  "The principal
demanded that I verify that each one of you takes a shower.  Therefore, do
not get out of the shower until I come in there.  That goes for the guys
too!  Understand?"

   "You're going to come watch us shower?!" one guy yelled.

   "Absolutely!  So get in there and get naked.  I'll be in there after
I've made sure all the girls have gotten in."

   Both groups went running in to the locker rooms.  I casually followed
the girls into theirs.  The balls in my pussy wiggled provocatively.

   As soon as I walked in the girls practically assaulted me with
questions.

   "Do you really stay nude all the time?"

   "What are those things in your pussy?"

   "Do they feel good?"

   "Why is your pussy bald?"

   "Do you go outside like that?"

   "Is everyone at your college nude?"

   "Shut up everyone and let her answer," one girl yelled.

   They all quieted down.

   "All right girls.  Get undressed and get in the shower and I'll answer
all your questions."

   They quickly peeled off their leotards and jumped in the shower, a large
room with a dozen shower heads.

   I'd never really looked at girls this age before.  They were all 12 to
14 years old - and quite beautiful.  Each one had the slim athletic body of
a gymnast.  Their breasts were just beginning to bud, their pussies just
beginning to grow hair.  As they soaped up they once again began shouting
out questions.

   "Slow down," I yelled.  "I don't have much time, so you can each ask one
question."

   "Are you nude all the time?"

   "No.  Just yesterday, today, and tomorrow.  It's for a sex ed class."

   "God I'm glad our sex ed class doesn't make us go nude!" replied one
girl.

   Another girl piped up, "I don't know.  I think it'd be fun!"

   Everyone giggled.

   "What are those silver balls in your pussy?"

   "Their called Ben Wa balls.  I have to keep them there all day.'

   "Do they hurt?"

   "No.  They feel great.  But sometimes it's a little hard to keep them
inside."

   "Is everyone at the college nude?"

   "No.  Just me and one other guy.  But everyone has different projects to
do."

   "What's your project?"

   "I've got to complete 3 dares every day.  I never know what they are
until that day."

   "What else do you have to do today?"

   "Well.  I carry these balls all day.  I have to have my pussy shaved in
a couple of days at the barbershop and I have to pee outside with at least
2 witnesses."

   Everyone giggled again.

   I suddenly remembered the boys.

   "I've got to go, girls.  It's been nice working with you.  Keep up the
good work and I'll see you again later."

   I turned and walked out and in to the boys' locker room.

   The guys were all in the shower, waiting for me.  They were each
standing under a shower head letting the warm water flow over their nude
bodies.  They had obviously already finished washing up.  The guys were
gorgeous.  Like the girls, they were slim and athletic.  Their bodies were
just beginning to develop real muscle, moving away from the skin and bones
that young boys have.  As they saw me their young cocks rose to greet me.
They turned away, embarrassed.

   "It's OK guys.  I've seen hard cocks before," I proclaimed, trying to
act casual.

   The truth is, seeing these naked boys was incredibly exciting.  I leaned
casually against the wall until they had all turned around again.  Now, I'm
not an expert on male anatomy.  Until this week my experience was extremely
limited.  Nevertheless, I was surprised at how large these young cocks
were. Hard, they were almost, though not quite, as large as a grown man.

   With an effort I tore my eyes away.

   "Well boys, we had all better get to class.  It's been a pleasure
teaching you.  I hope to see you again soon!" I grinned and walked out.

   The bell rang as I walked out of the gym and in to the hall.  Kids
poured out of the classrooms like water from a dam.  And once again, as
soon as they saw me they stopped and stared, frozen in place.

   The crowd magically opened before me as I walked forward.  No one dared
get close enough to touch me, but everyone stared.  Hundreds of young eyes
were glued to my body as I walked down that long hall.  The fullness of my
pussy sent tingles up and down my spine.  I kept thinking of those nude
athletes in the locker room.

   I walked outside and climbed on my bike, careful to keep the balls from
sliding out.

   I headed towards school.  I had a 10:00 class.  I had plenty of time to
get to the dorm, grab my books, and walk to class.  I peddled slowly,
enjoying the pressure of the balls rolling in my soaking pussy.  Feeling
the seat push against my sensitive clit.  I actually enjoyed the look of
shock and surprise of those I passed.  I had never realized how much of an
exhibitionist I was.  My embarrassment seemed to have left completely,
replaced by pure sexual energy.

   I felt my climax slowly building.  As I pulled into the dorm parking lot
it filled my body.  Just a gentle shuddering.  Calm and relaxing.

   I sighed deeply and rolled off my bike.

   I went upstairs, got my books, and then strolled to class.  Word had
gotten out about the class.  Everyone still looked, but the shock was gone.
I was surprised at the reactions I was receiving.  Some people just ignored
me.  Others stared in open curiosity, simply not able to comprehend how
someone could willingly walk in public completely nude.  Pure lust shone in
the eyes of some.  That excited me.

   Disgust and shame shone in the eyes of others, their faces contorted
with what I can only describe as hatred.  I realized that these individuals
had already judged me and found me guilty of - it didn't matter what.  For
them I was evil.  Fortunately I didn't feel that from many.

   I saw Jonathon across the commons from me and waved.  He was relaxing at
a table in the sun, totally nude.  He, too, seemed to have gotten used to
being naked.  He'd better.  He had to stay that way all semester.  I headed
towards him and saw Janet coming from the opposite direction.

   Janet's project was to record the reactions of society to her extremely
revealing wardrobe.  That sounds so scientific.  Basically, she had to wear
really revealing clothes all semester and write about her experiences.

   Today she wore a bandana for a top (like on Survivor).  It was folded
into a triangle hanging down over her breasts.  Whenever she bent over or
moved you could see her tits.  She wore a slightly larger bandana around
her waist, tied on one side.  It hid absolutely nothing.

   The three of us met at Jonathon's table.  We were quite a site.  A nude
man and a nude woman next to a may as well be nude woman.

   I heard a click and turned to see a kid taking pictures.  I started to
get upset, then realized it was inevitable and relaxed.

   We stood there and talked for a few minutes before class was to start.
It was nice to talk to some people who had gone through similar trials.

   As we talked I realized I really needed to pee.  I told the two about
that part of my dare and asked them to watch.  Janet then reminded me that
since they were in the class they were disqualified.

   With that she turned and yelled as loud as she could, "Hey everybody! 
Lisa needs to pee.  Come watch!!"

   I was horrified as everyone within hearing distance turned to see.

   "Just trying to help," Janet grinned.  "That was my dare!"

   I wasn't sure what to do, but I did need to pee.  And I did have my
audience.

   I squatted right where I was and tried to relax.  That's hard to do when
you're the center of attention.

   After 10 seconds that felt like hours I finally felt myself release.  A
hard stream of urine flowed out of me.  I looked up just as the kid with
the camera knelt in front of me and took my picture.  Since there was
nothing I could do I just squatted there, holding the balls in my pussy as
a pool of pee grew behind me.

   After such a busy morning the rest of the day was rather uneventful.  I
remained nude all day.  I kept the BenWa balls inside me.  Quite honestly,
by the end of the day they had stopped being erotic at all.  Instead they
became quite uncomfortable.  As the excitement began to wear off my pussy
began to get dry.  I was sore for several days afterwards.

   Of course, I had to go to gymnastics.  That was actually pretty fun.  I
found that there is a sense of freedom exercising in the nude.  I loved it.
And I loved the attention I received from Coach Perrin and some of the
others.  There's no way I could compete in the nude (the judges would hold
it against me), but I wonder if I could arrange to practice nude all the
time?

   I slid the balls out of my pussy just before crawling into bed, still
nude.  I had been nude in public since Monday morning.  Tomorrow after
class I would be able to dress again.

   I wonder what my dares will be tomorrow?



   Part 03

   I woke up early Wednesday morning and lay in bed, thinking.  My Human
Sexuality class was today.  I couldn't believe that I had only been in this
class for one week.

   I felt like someone had turned on a light in an otherwise dark room.  My
whole life had changed in the course of less than a week.

   Before I came to Southeastern I had only had sex with one other person.
I wasn't really a prude.  But no one had seen me nude except the girls on
my gymnastics team, and that was only when changing.  I had masturbated
occasionally, but only in private.  Sex was something to be giggled over.
Dark.  Mysterious.  Unknown.

   In the course of one week I had given 5 blow jobs, masturbated (or
climaxed) in public numerous times, strode around campus nude, ridden my
bike through town nude, led a junior high gymnastics course nude, and even
practiced gymnastics nude!

   How could I have changed so drastically?

   I had no idea.  I simply knew that I liked it.  I loved to be nude - all
the time!  I loved the way the sheets felt against my nude body at night. I
loved the way the wind blew against my moist pussy as I rode my bike.  I
tingled whenever people looked at me as I walked in public, nude.  And I
got an insane thrill whenever I was forced to do the unexpected, the
perverse, in public.

   My friends and I had giggled about "sluts" at school, calling them
nymphomaniacs.  I'd about decided that I really was one.

   Instead of being apprehensive at the thought of what this day might
hold, I anticipated it like I had never anticipated anything else.

   I sat up and pulled the dares bag over to me.  Closing my eyes I pulled
out three cards.

   "Volunteer to be a nude model for the art department."

   "Masturbate in the dining room today, using food as a dildo."

   "Spend the day topless and wear nipple clamps all day."

   O.K.

   I could tell that I was going to become a regular customer at the adult
bookstore down the road.  I'd have to go there this morning and buy some
nipple clamps.  Since I had to stay nude until class was over, I'd have to
go in the nude.  I was sure they wouldn't mind.

   I rolled out of bed and took my shower.  Combing my long dark hair out
and letting it flow free, I got my book bag and walked out.  It was still
pretty early.  Much of the dorm was still asleep.

   I went out and got on my bike.  As I peddled leisurely through the
campus I wiggled my ass until I had wedged the seat firmly between my pussy
lips.  It felt good to feel the rolling pressure against my clit.

   I still felt sore from the ben wa balls.  It wasn't so much from the
irritation.  It was muscular.  I had been working those muscles so hard to
hold the balls inside.  I felt like I did when I had a particularly hard
workout after taking a week off.  I realized that if I kept using them on a
semi regular basis I'd be able to open beer bottles with my cunt!

   I pulled up to the adult bookstore and walked inside as though it was
the most natural thing in the world.  I knew that inside men would be
leering at my nude body.  I was frightened.  I was nervous.  And I was
excited as hell.  My juices had started flowing from that bike ride and I
actually wanted the men to look at me.

   "Hello Lisa," boomed the man behind the counter.  "It's a pleasure to
have you visit my establishment again!"

   His greeting caused every man in the place to turn and stare.

   I smiled and ducked my head somewhat.

   "Morning," I mumbled.

   "What can I get you this morning, darlin'?"

   Looking up, I grinned and said, "I've been dared to wear nipple clamps
all day.  Do you have any?"

   "Right this way, my lady."

   He led me around the counter again, past the men (who all seemed to have
quit shopping for the time being).

   In a glass counter were dozens of different kinds of clamps.

   "Are you pierced?"

   "What?"

   "Are your nipples pierced?" he asked.

   "Oh.  No," I replied.

   "O.K.  I have several different pair, from the purely utilitarian," he
set out a small package with two silver clamps, "to the beautiful." He
pointed out a pair of gold clamps and a gold chain connecting them to a
necklace.

   "I've never bought anything like this.  I'm not sure what to get."

   "Well, darlin'.  There are two main types.  One just clamps down like a
clothes pin and one screws down, allowing you to determine how tight they
are.  Why don't you try some on?"

   I was startled at the suggestion.  I had intended to put them on in the
store, just like yesterday.  But I hadn't really thought about modeling
them for the men standing around me, murmuring encouragement.

   "O.K.  I guess."

   He carefully opened a package.  Instead of handing them to me, he
reached forward and massaged my nipple to bring it to attention.

   I gasped, surprised, almost angry.  He smiled at me as though this was
the way it was supposed to be done.  I knew better, of course.  But his
rough hands felt good, so I let him do it.

   He opened the clamp and attached it to my nipple.

   "Ouch!" I cried.  "That hurts." The clamp was like a clothes pin and was
firmly biting into my left nipple.

   "Well, darlin'.  This is one that you can't adjust.  If you wear it all
day you'll become quite sore."

   "Well, I don't wan that.  Take it off." I leaned forward, offering him
my breast.

   He released it and opened another package.

   "This one is adjustable," he said.

   Reaching for my right breast, he carefully inserted my nipple and
screwed it on.  It felt tight, but it didn't hurt.  In fact, it felt pretty
good.  I turned to show my audience.  They all voiced their approval.

   "Much better," I stated.  "Show me some of those prettier ones."

   He pulled out the necklace I was looking at.  It was quite a
contraption. A gold chain went around my neck like a chocker.  A chain came
down the middle and split into two chains that went to by breasts.  A
nipple clamp then attached to my nipples.  The chain continued down to
another chain that encircled my waist.  If these chains hung loose they
simply looked nice.  However, they could be tightened so that they pulled
on my nipples whenever I moved.  I could adjust it as tight as I wanted. 
It felt great.  And my audience obviously thought they looked great as
well.

   "How much are they?" I asked.

   "Well, darlin'.  You picked the Cadillac of nipple clamps.  That's 14
caret gold.  A real piece of jewelry.  Price is $249.99."

   I gasped.  My parents aren't poor and I got a nice allowance, but there
was no way I could afford to pay that much for nipple clamps.

   I must of looked like a little girl that only got clothes for her 6th
birthday!

   I started to take them off when one of the men behind me spoke up.

   "I'll pay fifty of it."

   "Yeah, I'll put in twenty."

   "Hey, I'd pay $30 for this kind of show any day!"

   I turned and stared at them.  Before I knew it, $250 was sitting on the
counter.

   I beamed at the men.  "Thank you!  Thank you so much!"

   An old cowboy at the front of the group replied, "Well, little girl, it
ain't often that these old eyes get a chance to see somethin as beautiful
as you.  It's the least we can do to make you happy."

   I walked over to him, pressed my body against him, and kissed his cheek.
Then I turned to the next man, and the next.  I pressed my breasts and
pussy against each man and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.  Each one
hugged me lightly, some caressing my ass.  No one tried to assault me; they
were all perfect gentlemen.

   With my eyes tearing up in gratitude, my nipples clamped securely, the
chains pulling then gently up, I walked out of the store.

   Riding back to campus was a whole new experience.  I had tightened the
chains so that they pulled on my nipples each time I twisted or turned. 
Needless to say, my nipples were being constantly pulled from one direction
to the other as I rode.  It felt sensational.

   I rode back to my dorm, locked up my bike, and walked to the dining
hall. I had about 45 minutes before class, just enough time for breakfast
and my next dare.

   I ran into Janet, Ashley and Steve on my way in.  Janet's project
related to wearing extremely revealing clothes.  Today she wore a pair of
denim overalls with no shirt underneath.  This left her breasts completely
visible unless you were standing directly in front of her.  She had ripped
large holes in the legs, including one near her crotch.  Since the outfit
was baggy her shaved pussy was visible if she sat or moved in just the
right way.  She looked incredible.

   Ashley and Steve had both paired up since both of them were
experimenting with "accidental" exposure.  Ashley wore a light sundress
that buttoned up the front.  Several buttons had popped open around her
breasts.  For the moment, Steve looked normal in a jeans and a T shirt.

   They all thought my "outfit" was fantastic.  Somehow the chains simply
accentuated my nudity.

   I was already excited at the prospect of masturbating at breakfast.  I
still don't understand how I could have changed into such a nymphomaniac so
quickly.  I literally couldn't wait for an audience!

   As I went through the line I thought carefully about the dare.  I wasn't
required to masturbate to climax.  I was simply required to masturbate with
my food.  I had to go to class afterwards, so I didn't really want to get
to messy.

   I went to the fruit bar and filled my plate with strawberries, grapes,
cantaloupe cut into bite size chunks, an orange, and (of course) a banana.
With a cup of coffee (for my mouth, not my pussy - I'm not into pain!) I
was ready to play!

   When we got to the table, I climbed up and sat my bare ass right on the
table instead of sitting in the chairs.  Steve, Ashley, and Janet just
stared at me.  I had intentionally kept them in the dark.

   I picked up a piece of cantaloupe, opened my legs, and slid it into my
dripping pussy.  My God it felt cold.  Shivers flowed through my cunt and
up spine.

   I looked up.  Steve's mouth was hanging open.  Ashley and Janet just
grinned.  No one else had noticed yet.

   "One of my dares," I explained, sliding a large strawberry in behind the
cantaloupe.

   Ashley seems to take perverse pleasure in "helping me out."

   "Hey everybody!" she yelled.  "Lisa's fuckin' her food!"

   Talk about a conversation stopper!

   The dining room was relatively full.  It was the natural meeting place
before going to class.  Class was the last thing on anyone's mind at this
point.  Everyone was staring at me!

   I knew people were going to be staring at me.  I mean, I was sitting
nude on top of the table!  But I didn't really expect it to be broadcast
around the room!  But it was kind of exciting.

   I slid more fruit inside me.  Another bite of cantaloupe.  A handful of
grapes.  A couple of more strawberries.  Before long almost the whole bowl
of fruit pieces was filling my pussy.  Juice was running out and pooling
between my legs.

   I'd never felt anything like this before.  Completely full.  Cool -
almost cold inside.

   I stood up and squatted over the bowl again.

   Without using my hands, I began pushing the fruit out.  It took enormous
control.  I wanted to squeeze it all out, but if I did that I would crush
the fruit.  Gently I pushed until, with a plop, a grape fell into the bowl.
Then a strawberry.  A bite of cantaloupe.  Just as another strawberry
popped out Steve reached under and caught it, popping it into his mouth!

   "Better than whipped cream!" he exclaimed.

   I kept pushing until I felt like I had gotten it all out.

   "Steve, would you mind checking to make sure that nothing is left
inside?" I asked.

   I leaned back on my hands and raised my pussy up, widening my legs even
more.

   He gently slid his finger inside me and moved it around.  Then another
and another.  I could feel him wiggling his fingers inside of me.

   "There's something still in there," he said.

   He kept reaching, but it was just out of reach.

   "Janet, you have small hands.  See if you can get it," he said.

   Janet stepped up, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.  She slipped two
fingers inside.  Then a third.  Then a forth!  I could feel them rolling
around inside me.  Beads of sweat were forming around my nipples.  My
breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

   "I can feel it too, but I can't get it."

   She slid out for a moment and then pushed in again, sliding her thumb in
as well.  I looked down and realized her entire hand, up to her wrist was
inside my pussy!

   Instead of reaching for the food, she wiggled her fingers like an
octopus.  My whole body spasmed, my back arched.  I screamed as a waves of
pleasure rolled up my back.  She didn't stop, and neither did I.  I pushed
down, feeling her hand fill my pussy, her fingers wiggling wildly.

   Slowly the world came back into focus.  The entire dining room was
looking at me, leaning back on my hands and feet, with my pussy in the air,
Janet's hand entirely inside me.

   "I think I've got it!" she exclaimed, withdrawing her hand with a small
purple grape inside it.  Grinning, she popped it in her mouth.

   I lowered myself down onto my back and lay there, spread eagled, the
bowl of fruit between my legs.  The crowd were starting to disperse, most
shaking their heads and laughing among themselves.

   I sat up and started eating the fruit.  It was sweet with a tinge of
saltiness.  I thought it was great!  Ashley, Steve, and Janet decided it
was a community bowl and helped themselves.  Before I knew it, the bowl was
empty and I was still hungry.

   I started peeling the orange.

   "You're not going to put that in you, are you?!" said Janet.

   "Sure.  Why not?" I replied.

   "It'll sting," she stated.  "Oranges are full of acid and it'll hurt
like hell!"

   I grinned as I started pulling the pieces off and putting them in the
bowl.

   "A dare's a dare," I said as I pulled my feet under me and squatted on
the table again.

   Gingerly I started sliding them into me again.  I was still wet (and a
little sticky) from my previous course.  To begin with I didn't feel much
at all.  The thin orange skin kept the juice inside.  It wasn't cold like
the other fruit was.  I began to feel disappointed.

   It was a big orange, though.  Soon I began to feel full again.  I kept
pushing the slices in.  As I did so, the skins began to break and the juice
began leaking out of my pussy.  Janet thought it would sting.  I'm not
really sure how to describe it.  It stung.  But it was almost pleasant.  It
felt almost like my whole pussy was vibrating.  It heightened my senses so
that I could feel every cell in my juicy (literally) pussy.

   I lay back and relaxed.  It felt good.  It felt weird.  I wasn't sure if
I liked it or not.

   I sat up and squeezed them out again.  I guess because of their size I
didn't have any problem this time.  Each piece slid out with ease.

   Once again, all four of us enjoyed them together.

   By now it was 7:50.  Class started in ten minutes.  Time to quit playing
with my food.

   I picked up my banana and decided to just eat it as we walked to class.
We gathered our stuff and headed out.

   "I wonder if anyone'll complain about the table being sticky?" giggled
Janet.

   We all laughed.

   To tell you the truth, class was a little bit of a let down.  This was
just the fourth session.  The other three had been so exciting that we had
forgotten that this was supposed to be a serious study of human sexuality.
No body fucked anyone on the desk or anything!

   Instead, Ms Thompson spent most of the class lecturing on sexuality in
general and the hang ups regarding sex in our society in particular.

   Even so, there we sat, thirty nude students and one nude teacher.

   She left about ten minutes for us to discuss our term projects.  Mine
seemed to be the most outrageous, but there were some others that were
pretty far out there as well.

   The class also turned in their dares for me.  I ended up with a large
bag of cards, some with items attached, for me to draw some.

   I had a couple of questions regarding the dares.  What happens if two
dares conflict?  For example, one dare says I have to be nude all day and
another that I must perform a striptease.  I was told to put the second
conflicting dare back in the bag and draw again.

   What happens if one dare requires an entire term to complete?  For
example, told to stay nude for the entire term.  I was told that each dare
should last 24 hours.  If the dare states a longer time period I have the
right to shorten it to one day.

   I was also concerned about my gymnastics.  I stated that I would not
risk my health or my scholarship for a dare.

   No one seemed to understand what I meant.  I told them that I had known
a man who left his wedding ring on while practicing the parallel bars.  His
ring got caught and tore his whole finger off.  I refused to wear any rings
or clamps while working out.  The class agreed that was acceptable.

   I also stated that it was necessary for me to wear clothes for official
tournaments.  Even if I received permission to compete nude, I was certain
that the judges would hold it against me.  Since my scholarship was
dependent on my success, I could not risk that.

   After some debate, the class and teacher agreed that I could override a
dare during a competition.

   The class was really getting into this project of mine.  Someone asked
if it would be possible to add special dares during the course of the term
based on what may be happening in my life at the time.

   Ms Thompson thought that was a great idea.  It as determined that she or
the class as a whole could give me additional dares throughout the semester
as long as they related to something in particular that we were studying at
the time or related to an unusual event occurring in my life or on campus.

   As class was dismissed I realized that I had neglected to bring any
pants.  My nudity dare was over, but the dare for today included being
topless, so I couldn't wear a shirt.  Oh well.  I had gone to Dr. 
Johnson's psychology class nude on Monday.  May as well go again today.

   As I gathered my things to leave Ms Thompson stopped me.

   "Lisa.  Your nudity dare is over.  Shouldn't you be getting dressed?"
she asked.

   "My dare today demanded that I stay topless," I replied.

   "And bottomless?"

   "No ma'am."

   "Lisa.  Your project is to study the your responses and the responses of
others to your dares.  Becoming to accustomed to public nudity will weaken
your results.  Unless specified in your dare, you need to wear some type of
clothing.  Is that clear?"

   "Yes ma'am.  I guess that makes sense.  I'll get dressed after my next
class."

   "All right," she replied.  "I'm proud of the way you have taken to this
so quickly, Lisa.  You are quite unusual."

   "Thank you."

   I walked out and headed to class.

   As before, I was seated at eye level.  Opening my legs allowed Dr. 
Johnson an intimate view of my pussy.  Even though I enjoyed teasing him, I
quickly realized that this class was for real.  I had to listen and take
notes or I was bound to fail.  The class flew by.  I had actually become
comfortable taking notes in the nude.  I felt great!

   I had mixed feeling as I headed back to the dorm.  I had gotten used to
being nude.  But I was still embarrassed some by the way people looked at
me.  I wanted to be dressed.  I wanted to be nude.  Both at the same time.

   Nothing said how I should dress.  I wanted to wear something sexy but I
didn't have much.  My family was far to conservative to send me to college
with revealing clothes.

   I had managed to buy a pair of low rider jeans and a thong without my
parents knowledge (what a rebel, huh).  I pulled the jeans on.  They were
really tight and hung really low on my hips.  Without knickers on my crack
was clearly visible, especially when I sat.  I grabbed the thong and
stuffed it in my purse for later.

   I looked in the mirror before I headed out.  My body was thin and
muscular.  The nipple clamps and accompanying gold chain brought attention
to my small breasts.  My jeans hung low and tight.  They hid very little.

   I tightened the nipple clamps a bit and headed to lunch.

   After lunch I went to the art department and spoke to the dean.  She was
thrilled with my offer to pose as a nude or erotic model.  She stated that
it was difficult to find students to pose nude and even more difficult to
find students willing to pose for erotica.  She took my name and number and
promised to get in touch with me.  I'm not sure what she has in mind.

   At gymnastics I went in the locker room, stripped, and pulled on my
thong.  It was a small, white, cotton, French cut thong that slid nicely
into my ass and barely covered my pussy.  I knew that as I stretched and
worked out it would soon be completely enveloped by my pussy lips.

   Coach Perrin grinned as I came out.  By now everyone on the team was
aware of my project.  They were all really curious about it.  I had
expected some to be upset with me.  Instead, they thought it was cool that
I would do something like this.  We ended up spending almost half the
session discussing it.

   They all wanted to know what it felt like to work out nude.  I told them
it felt great.

   Gymnasts are an unusual breed.  We had all been taking lessons and
training since we were children.  We were used to wearing skin tight
leotards with nothing underneath.  We were used too coaches, both men and
women, grabbing us and maneuvering our bodies in rather intimate ways.  It
wasn't sexual.  It was just the way you learn.  We had all had massages
over various parts of our bodies based on various injuries or sprains.

   Basically we had learned to be comfortable with our bodies.

   But until this week, none of us had ever worked out nude - at least not
in public.

   "Maybe we should all try it," one girl stated.

   "Try what?" someone else replied.

   "Working out nude!"

   "Naked!  All of us?" a freshman guy exclaimed.

   "Yea," said one of the older guys.  "That's how the Greeks did it. 
Right coach?"

   Coach Perrin looked rather unsure about this whole conversation.  "Yes,"
he replied, rather apprehensively.

   "Well that settles it!" exclaimed the first girl (her name was Tammy and
she was a junior, though I didn't know her very well).  She stood up,
peeled her leotard off and threw it towards the locker room!

   She was absolutely gorgeous.  She had deep red hair tied in a tight pony
tail.  She was deeply tanned with a bright white tan line around her
breasts and hips.  Her breasts were small and firm.  Tight red neatly
trimmed curls peaked from between her legs.

   "Come on team!  Let's show some unity and spirit!" She yelled.

   Rick, the senior that said Greeks worked out nude, stood up.  "Yea!" He
boomed.  "Everyone!  Let's do it nude!"

   He pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts, revealing a hard
muscular body.  His cock was at half mast, surrounded by dark curls.

   Rick was the unofficial leader of the team (captains had not been chosen
yet).  Once he stripped everyone else followed suit, some less
enthusiastically than others.

   Before long I was overdressed.

   "Come on Lisa!  You got us into this.  Take 'em off!" yelled Tammy.

   I stood up, dropped my thong, and kicked it towards the locker room.

   Everyone looked at Coach Perrin.

   "OOOOH no!" he said.  "You kids can workout nude if you like, but if I
strip I'll be fired!  Now - Let's get to work!" He blew his whistle and
started directing people to various apparatus.

   It was surreal.  The team wasn't very large, but everywhere I looked
there were nude bodies, bending, stretching, swinging, bouncing.

   Some people started out trying to cover themselves with their hands. 
Coach Perrin soon stopped that by announcing that they had chosen to strip
so they had better not try to hide by God!  Besides, it's a little hard to
cover up when your hanging from the rings or doing a handstand.

   By the end of the workout everyone was relaxed and comfortable. 
Afterwards we gathered together in the center of the main mat, one large
group of sweating nude coed athletes.

   "What does everyone thing of this experiment?" asked Rick.

   Everyone seemed to voice approval.

   "All right.  Everyone in favor of making this our new workout uniform
say 'Aye'."

   A chorus of "Ayes" rang out.

   "All opposed?"

   The room was silent.

   "It's settled, then," announced Rick.  "From here on out we will
practice in the nude."

   Just like that I had converted my entire gymnastics team to nude
workouts!

   Beaming, I headed toward the locker room.

   "Lisa."

   I turned to see Coach Perrin calling to me.  I walked over to him, a
bead of sweat dripping off my nipple.

   "Yes sir?"

   "Mr.  Wright was very impressed with the way you led the gymnastics team
at the junior high yesterday."

   "Thank you," I replied.

   "For several years our team has taken turns coaching the junior high. 
The problem is that rotating teachers removes consistency from their
training.  Mr.  Wright would like you to coach the team throughout the
entire year."

   "Coach, I'm not sure that's a good idea.  I mean, look what my sexuality
project has done here in just three days!" I replied.  "I projects involve
completing random dares.  I have no idea what I may be required to do."

   "Lisa, this is quite an honor.  A freshman gymnast has never been asked
to coach a junior high team before.  I've explained your project with Mr.
Wright and he doesn't see any problem with it.  In fact, he's been trying
for several years to bring a more enlightened approach to their own sex
education classes.  I think it would be beneficial for you to accept it."

   "OK Coach.  I'll do it.  But Mr.  Wright has to understand that my class
work comes first and I won't shirk my project just to coach his team."

   "Understood," Coach Perrin replied.  "You can discuss it with him in the
morning.  He'd like to meet with you at 7:30 before the class starts."

   "OK.  I'll be there," I said.

   With that, I turned and went into the locker room.

   The coach was right.  It really was an honor to be selected to lead that
team.  But it was also rather scary.  I had no idea what lay ahead of me -
or what I may be required to do next!



   BRIEF REVIEW

   My sheets felt incredible against my nude body.

   I'm one of those insane morning people that everyone hates.  I always
wake up early.  This allows me to occasionally lie in bed and relax for a
few moments in the quiet of the day.

   Rolling over, I looked at the clock.

   It was a little after 6:00 AM.

   I sat up and pulled out my dares bag.  It wasn't little any more.  After
yesterday's class it was full of cards, some with mysterious packages
attached.

   I reached in and pulled the first one out.

   "You must only use the men's locker room or restroom for the rest of the
day."

   OK.  I can do that.

   I drew out the next card.

   "Wear a butt plug all day."

   A week ago I'm not sure I would have known what that was.  After two
trips to the adult bookstore I knew exactly what to look for.  Looked like
another trip was on my schedule.

   "Try on at least 5 different outfits at Victoria's Secret between 6:00
and 7:00 PM.  After trying each one on walk out into the store to look for
the next one.  If anyone is looking ask them what they think."

   I grinned.  That sounded fun!

   I lay on my back.  I was totally nude, legs spread.  I reached down and
touched my pussy.  Small stubbles of hair were beginning to sprout.  In
another week or two I'd be ready to go to the barber for my shave.

   I thought about the day.  I needed to go back to the bookstore and buy a
butt plug.  I was becoming quite a regular there.  From there I had to go
to the Junior High and teach gymnastics.  I decided I'd wait and take my
shower there, since I'd be all hot and sweaty anyway.  Come back here for
class.  Then, this afternoon I had gymnastics practice.  No need to worry
about leotards for that anymore.  Later tonight I had to go to the mall to
try on outfits at Victoria's Secret.  I'd try to get Ashley or Janet to go
with me.  May be Steve too.

   For the first time in a while I had to decide what to wear.  Thinking
about my wardrobe made me realize that I really needed to go shopping.  I
simply didn't have enough clothes to fit my new lifestyle.

   After some thought I picked a white cotton sundress.  It had spaghetti
straps and came down to just below my knees.  It fit pretty closely over my
breasts but was basically formless.  When the sun shown just right it was
almost see through.  No knickers.  No bra.  I slid my bare feet into a pair
of brown leather strap sandals.

   With my hair flowing around my shoulders I looked pretty good.  Although
you couldn't really see anything, you could tell I had nothing on
underneath.  The darkness of my nipples shown through on top.

   I turned to see Mindy looking at me.  I grinned.

   "So what're your dares today," she asked.

   We hadn't really done much together since the term began, but we were
growing on each other.  I got the impression that she wished she had joined
the class as well.

   "Well, first I have to use the men's room all day," I replied.

   "That doesn't sound too bad," she said.  "At least they have stalls.'

   "Not if I use the urinals," I retorted.  "Or the showers."

   She grinned.  "What else?"

   "I've got to wear a butt plug all day."

   "My god.  How are you going to do that?  You don't even have one."

   "I'm going to go buy one on my way to Lincoln Jr.  High."

   "Oh.  What else?"

   "Tonight I have to go try on some outfits at Victoria's Secret and
parade around the store."

   "Cool.  Can I come?"

   "Sure," I replied.

   "So, what's it like doing these dares everyday?" she asked.

   She was sitting up in bed now.  She was wearing a T shirt that was
bunched up around her waist.  I couldn't really tell from where I was
standing, but it looked like she didn't have on any knickers.

   I sat down on her bed.  I had a few minutes to kill so I may as well get
to know her a little better.

   "It's incredible!" I replied.  "On the one hand I feel dominated because
I am bound to do whatever these dares demand.  On the other hand I feel
liberated, pushing my boundaries further each day."

   "Wow." she replied wistfully.  "I could never do that."

   "I thought you'd done all kinds of shit."

   "What gave you that idea?" she laughed.  "I didn't even lose my cherry
until the night before I came here.  Then the bastard broke up with me at
the airport!"

   "Oh Mindy!  I'm sorry." I said.

   "That's OK.  We didn't really love each other.  I think we both did it
just so we could say we weren't virgins when we got to college.  He's on
the other side of the country now.  Good riddance."

   "You just seemed so much more wild than I was," I explained.

   "I hung out with the 'wrong' crowd some - but I never really did
anything," she explained.  "I don't see how you do it."

   "To tell you the truth, Mindy," I responded.  "I don't know how I do it
either.  Somehow last Friday a whole new world opened for me.  I feel like
a new person.  Each day is filled with the unexpected.  I'm embarrassed to
admit it - but I love being exposed to the world like this.  I love being
nude.  I love being on the sexual edge all day long!"

   She looked at me with a yearning in her eyes.

   "You want to do this too, don't you?"

   "No!" she responded.  "Well...  yes.  But I could never do what you do!"


   "Do you think I thought I could do this a few days ago?" I asked.  "My
God!  It's been less than a week since this whole thing started!"

   "How do you do it?"

   "I put myself in a position where I had no choice.  I either do it or I
fail the class.  If I fail the class I lose my scholarship.  If I lose my
scholarship I go home a failure.  I cannot do that.  So I have to complete
the dares.  I have no choice anymore."

   "See.  I have nothing driving me like that.  That's why I could never do
what you do.'

   I looked at her for a moment.  "So start slow," I said.

   "What?"

   "Start slow.  I dare you to wear a dress with no underwear today!"

   "What?!"

   "I dare you to wear a dress with no underwear today."

   "OK....OK.  I'll do it!'

   We grinned and hugged.

   I looked at my watch.

   "Oh wow.  I gotta go or I'll be late."

   I grabbed my bag and ran out of the door, leaving Mindy sitting in her
nightshirt thinking about her dare.

   ***************************************************

   I walked into the bookstore like it was home.  There seemed to be a lot
more men than there was previously.  Almost like they were expecting me.

   A look of disappointment crossed Joe's eyes as he looked at me.

   "Mornin' Lisa.  Bit overdressed today, ain't ya."

   "Well, Joe, it just wasn't in the cards today," I grinned.

   "What a shame!" he replied.  "Ought to be against the law to cover
somethin' that beautiful.  Whatcha need today?"

   "I'm looking for a butt plug," I replied, a little too loudly, making
sure that all my fans heard.

   Joe's face brightened again.

   "Right this way, little lady!  Right this way."

   Until this week I had never realized how many sex toys there really
were. And this store seemed to have them all.  Joe showed me to a wall
loaded with all kinds of butt plugs, anal stimulators, anal beads, and anal
"I don't know whats."

   "Wow," I said.

   Joe started pulling down various packages.

   "This is the standard large," he said.  It looked like a baseball bat!

   "I don't think so!" I laughed.

   "Probably not," he replied.  "Here's the small."

   It looked much better.  Just a few inches long with a rubber type base.

   "Here's one you might like," he said.  "It's the Golden Daisy."

   He held up one about four inches long.  It started small and broadened
out to about the size of a quarter, then narrowed abruptly down to the
base. The base was in the form of a gold daisy.

   "I'll try these two," I announced, pointing to the small one and the
Golden Daisy.

   "Try?" asked Joe.

   "You don't expect me to buy one without trying it out?" I asked.

   With that I pulled my dress over my head, laid it on the counter and
turned around.  Looking in my purse I pulled out a tube of KY and handed it
back to Joe.

   "Will you do the honors?" I asked and bent forward at the waist, pushing
my bare ass in his direction.

   "Uh...  sure," he said.

   He started opening the small package before he recovered his wits.

   "Be glad to Lisa.  But I think I can get it in a little easier if you
climb up on the counter here."

   "OK!" I replied enthusiastically, jumped up on the counter, got on my
hands and knees and stuck my ass in the air so everyone could see.

   "Put plenty of KY on it!" I warned.

   Everyone began crowding around as I felt him place it against my ass
hole.  Slowly but firmly he began to push it in.  It hurt a little as my
sphincter tried to clamp shut.  I willed myself to relax and it slid all
the way in, clamping shut around the base.

   I was an anal virgin.  Never before had I ever stuck something that far
inside me.  I can't say it felt good.  But it didn't hurt.  I felt full. 
Almost like I needed to crap.  I really wasn't sure what I thought about
it.

   I turned around and sat down on the counter, pushing it even deeper
inside me.  As my body became used to it tingles started to travel around
my pussy.  I stood up and walked to a mirror that hung along one wall.

   I'm not sure why Joe had a mirror hanging up.  I can't imagine that many
people would need it, but it helped me out.

   I turned and looked at my ass.  A large rubber base poked out.

   I grimaced.

   "Let's try the other one," I said, and climbed back on the counter.

   As Joe grabbed the base he slid one hand between my legs and felt my wet
pussy.

   "Wrong hole, Joe," I said.

   He laughed.  "Sorry little lady.  Just got confused!"

   I laughed and he knew I wasn't mad.

   Grabbing the base, he slid it out with a loud plop.

   He lubricated the other one and slid it in.  It went in much easier this
time.  He pushed it in tight and backed away.

   "Now that's a thing of beauty!" he exclaimed.

   It was a little wider than the other one, but felt a little better.

   I climbed down and walked to the mirror, turned, and looked at my ass.

   Between my ass cheeks peeked a small gold daisy.  It was the sort of
thing you might not even notice, but if you did you couldn't help but think
how pretty it looked.  As I walked it rolled and wiggled inside me.  I
could tell that by the end of the day this thing was going to drive me
wild.

   "Sold!" I said.  "How much?"

   "On the house," replied Joe.  "It's not every day I get to insert
something up an ass as pretty as yours."

   "Well, thank you, Joe." I picked up my dress.

   "Lisa, may I talk to you in private," he asked.

   "OK.  I don't have long though."

   We walked over to the edge of the counter, away from the crowd who had
begun to disperse, though they all stayed within sight.  I hadn't put my
dress on yet.

   "I have a proposition for you," Joe said.

   "Now Joe, I know I appear pretty wild, but I'm not.."

   "NO!" he interrupted.  "Nothing like that.  This is a business
proposition.  I want to hire you to work at my store."

   I stared at him, intrigued.

   "I want you to work however many hours you can.  The rules are simple.
I'll pay you $50 per hour.  You'll work totally nude.  You'll work the
counter and the shelves.  You may, at your discretion, demonstrate whatever
toys someone is interested in buying.  In addition, you get whatever toys
you want for free."

   I wasn't sure what to say.  My father had demanded that I get a part
time job, but I hadn't bothered to look for one yet.  I certainly couldn't
make this much money anywhere else.

   "What about sex?" I asked, apprehensively.

   "No sex." He replied.  "There will always be at least one other man here
while you're working.  I'll kill any man who touches you - and they know
it!"

   "Why?  Why would you pay so much?" I asked.

   "Lisa, it's 7:15 AM.  I usually have 5 to 10 customers.  There's over 30
here this morning, just hoping you'll show up."

   "I don't know.  I need a job and this would be fun.  But I need some
time to think about it," I replied.

   "That's fine," he said.  "Whenever you decide you're ready, just let me
know.

   Grinning, I winked at Joe and walked out, carrying my dress with me.

   Outside I slipped my dress over my head, straddled my bike and took of
for the school.

   My bare ass wiggled against the seat.  The butt plug seemed to vibrate
to the rhythm of the wheels.  It wasn't as stimulating as the Ben Wa balls
were.  It's hard to describe.  But it felt good.  Simply a firm steady
pressure within me.

   I got to the school about 7:30 and headed in to see Mr.  Wright.  He
wanted to see me about coaching the gymnastics team.

   He was waiting in his office for me when I arrived.

   He stood as I entered his office.

   "Good morning, Lisa," he boomed, holding out his hand.

   I shook it.

   "Good morning, Mr.  Wright.  Coach Perrin told me you wanted to talk to
me this morning."

   "I'm sure he mentioned that I wanted you to coach the gymnastics team.
What do you think?" he asked.

   "Well sir.  It's a great honor.  But I'm concerned about my studies at
school.," I replied.

   "You mean your human sexuality class," he stated.

   "Yes sir.  I'm concerned that my term project could cause some problems
with my coaching."

   "Really.  Tell me about this project of yours."

   "Everyone in the class has to pick a project to work on all semester
long.  My project involves performing various dares.  The other students in
the class wrote out dares on a bunch of cards.  I have to choose three
dares each day to perform.  I can reject a few, but basically I have to do
whatever I'm dared to do.  If I don't, I fail.  So you see, I never know
what I may be required to do from day to day."

   "I see," he replied.  "Coach Perrin told me some of what this class
required.  I'm curious, what are your dares today."

   I grinned.

   "I have to wear a butt plug all day.  I can only use the men's restrooms
and showers.  And I have to go to Victoria's Secret this evening and try on
5 outfits, walking around the store in each."

   Mr.  Wright was almost drooling.  It felt great to have this much power
over a man.

   "Well, Lisa, I don't want to endanger your grades in any way.  If you
accept this position, I will expect you to continue with your Human
Sexuality project in whatever way is necessary.  After your last practice
on Tuesday I contacted the parents of each gymnast and discussed the
situation.  They have all agreed to allow you to do whatever you are
required to do or whatever you think is best for the team.  They have each
spoken to their kids and instructed them to obey whatever you request.  In
addition, Lisa, if you accept this position, we will pay you a stipend of
$1,000 per month."

   I was astonished.

   "I don't know what to say, Mr.  Wright.  What exactly would my
responsibilities include?"

   "You would have virtually total control over the team.  You need to have
at least 5 practices a week.  I think we can arrange them around your
schedule to an extent.  The first meet is in four weeks.  There are a total
of 8 regional meets that we go to between now and the Spring.  That's
followed by the state and national meets if we qualify.  In addition to the
practices, we may wish to use you in various functions related to our own
sex education classes.  What do you say, Lisa?"

   "What happens if the meets conflict with my own competitions?"

   "Obviously one of the other coaches would have to fill in.  That won't
be a problem.  That's what we've always had to do in the past."

   I thought for a moment.  This was too good to be true.  The chance to
coach a team on my own.  I had dreamed of that for years.  I couldn't quite
believe that they would really let me complete my project though.  I didn't
want that to become a headache in the future.  I needed to settle that
issue now.

   "Mr.  Wright, I've begun practicing in the nude.  Is there a problem
with my doing that here?" I asked.

   He smiled.  "Coach Perrin told me what your team decided yesterday. 
Lisa, you have total control.  You and your team may wear as much or as
little as you decide!  The choice is yours."

   I swallowed.  If I could work out nude and even have the team nude then
I was certain that no future dare would be denied.

   "What do the sex ed classes entail?"

   "Honestly I'm not sure, Lisa.  The staff is still contemplating that
one. It could be anything from an anatomy lesson to a demonstration of
various activities.  I just don't know."

   "Alright Mr.  Wright.  I'll do it!"

   "Great!" he exclaimed.  "I hope you realize that I expect you to win the
state championship!"

   "Of course!" I grinned.

   The bell rang in the background.

   "You have five minutes to get to the gym, Lisa."

   He stood up and shook my hand again.

   "Welcome aboard.  I may drop by later to see how you're doing."

   I grinned and danced out the door.

   ********************************************

   My own gymnastics team!  I couldn't believe it!

   Walking to the gym I decided I would do my best to act as much like Ms.
Thompson as I could.  She seemed so natural, so comfortable, nude - even in
public.  She showed absolutely no embarrassment or shame.  Despite the fear
that tingled in the pit of my stomach, I resolved to act that way as well.

   When I walked into the gym the kids were just beginning to straggle in.
With absolutely no fanfare, I walked into the far corner and pulled my
dress over my head.  Turning I saw a class full of grinning faces.  They
had all seen me nude on Tuesday, but they thought that was a special
circumstance.  Now they knew, or at least suspected, that I would always be
nude during our practices.

   "Good morning, team," I announced.

   "Good morning, Miss Armstrong," they replied in unison, struggling to
keep from giggling.

   I laughed.  "Call me Lisa, please.  I have an announcement to make - I'm
going to be coaching this team all year."

   The group cheered loudly.

   "I'm glad you approve," I said.  "Since we're going to be together all
year I want to get to know you all better.  Grab a spot on the mat and lets
talk."

   Gymnasts are used to team meetings on the mat.  We've been doing it
since the first day of lessons as young children.  Everyone naturally sat
cross legged in a circle, leaving space for me to sit as well.

   I sat down and crossed my legs.  The mat felt cold on my bare ass.  The
daisy in my ass pushed itself in deeper sending a small tingle up my spine.


   As I looked around I saw that each student was staring directly at my
open pussy lips.  Once again, I became extremely conscious of my nudity.

   "Ok.  Now then.  As I call your name, I want you to tell me your age,
grade, how long you've been in gymnastics, and what your strongest
apparatus is.  You may then ask me one question."

   "Phil Nolan."

   Phil raised his hand.

   "I'm 12 years old.  I'm in 7th grade.  Uhhhhh," he stammered.

   "How long have you been in gymnastics?" I asked.

   "Since I was 5.  And I like the parallel bars." The words rushed out of
him like rapids down a river.

   Phil was the youngest boy in the group and also the smallest.  He had
close cropped short brown hair and beautiful green eyes.  Not having begun
to develop into a man, he still had the thin, wirey body of a boy. 
Nevertheless, I could tell he was strong for his age.  He kept his hands
crossed in his lap to hide his arousal.

   "Do you have a question for me, Phil?" I asked.

   "Ummm....  How long have you been in gymnastics?"

   "Well, my parents got me in gymnastics when I was four and I've been
training ever since.  I've been competing since I was twelve and have won
several regional and state championships.  I tried out for the last
Olympics, but quite honestly, I'm just not in that caliber.  But that's OK.
I just love the sport."

   "OK.  Let's move on.  Natasha Jackson."

   A young girl on my right raised her hand.  She was the only
African-American on the team.  She had chocolate skin and deep brown eyes
and a huge, contagious smile.  She wore a simple blue leotard.  Two small
points on her chest revealed her budding breasts.

   "I'm in 7th grade and I'm 12 years old." She sat perfectly straight and
sounded very mature.  I only started gymnastics when I was 9 but I really
love it.  My best apparatus is the vault.  And I want to know why you're
naked!"

   I laughed at the shocked expression on everyone's face.

   "Tash!" a girl across the circle exclaimed.

   "It's OK," I said.  "That's a valid question.  And no question is out of
bounds.  I'll be glad to answer."

   "Natasha,"

   "Just Tash," she interrupted.

   "Tash, I'm nude because I enjoy it.  Like I mentioned last week, I'm in
a class at school that has challenged me to push myself to do things I've
never done before.  Part of that included being nude in public.  I've
learned that I really like that.  I especially like working out nude
because I don't like the way my clothes feel when I get hot and sweaty.  My
gymnastics team at the college liked the idea so much that they voted to
work out nude all the time.  I asked Mr.  Wright if he minded if I worked
out nude here and he said that it was up to me.  So here I am.  I intend to
be nude for all our practices."

   Everyone muttered their approval.

   "Angie Dillard."

   "I'm 12 years old and I'm in 7th grade," a blond sitting next to Tash
announced.

   I knew from looking at her that she was what my mom would describe as
precocious.  She was the classic cheerleader type.  Shoulder length blond
hair pulled in a cute pony tail.  Deep blue eyes.  For a 12 year old she
wore an extremely revealing two piece leotard.  The top was tight around
her still smooth chest but stopped just one inch below her nipples
revealing a tight, firm stomach.  The bottoms were French Cut revealing her
thighs all the way to her waist.  The back barely covered her young rear.
Sitting cross legged as she was, her leotard pulled tight against her
pussy.

   "I've been practicing tumbling since I was 6.  I'm a cheerleader and
love the floor exercise."

   "Great!" I replied.  "And what's your question?"

   "Do the boys workout naked on your team too?" she asked.

   "Absolutely," I replied.  "And it's quite a sight!"

   Everybody laughed.

   "OK.  Nick Cain"

   "I'm 13 and I'm in 8th grade," he replied.

   Nick had a military haircut and was really built for a 13 year old.  His
shoulders had broadened and his arms were muscular.  His t shirt had the
arms torn off, emphasizing his muscles.  He wore short black shorts that
tented in the middle just like the other guys.

   "I've been in gymnastics since I was 8 and I'm good on the rings."

   "With those arms I would think so," I replied.

   Grinning, he asked, "I want to know what your dares were for today."

   Smiling, I said, "Well, I have to use the men's room and the men's
shower all day today.  I have to go try on clothes at Victoria's Secret
this evening and walk around the store in them.  And I have to wear a butt
plug all day."

   "Cool," he said.  "What's a butt plug?"

   "You've used up your 1 question," I said.

   "Next.  Nate Franklin.

   "13.  8th grade.  Since I was 3.  Everything.  What's a butt plug?"

   "Wow!  You don't waste time, do you Nate?" I asked.

   Nate was the exact opposite of Nick.  He had long blond hair, almost
down to his shoulders.  Deep blue eyes.  He was long and slim, but
obviously in shape.  He sat cross legged in front of me with blue shorts on
and no shirt.  He had a dark tan, a smooth chest, and was extremely
comfortable with himself.

   "Well, a butt plug is a small dildo that fits into your asshole.  Mine
is gold and looks like a daisy on the base."

   With that I rolled over and stuck my ass in the air, allowing the kids
to see the small gold flower peaking out between my ass cheeks.

   Sitting back down, I wiggled a little enjoying the feel of it filling my
ass.

   "Melody and Melanie Foxx.  Twins?"

   "Identical!" they answered in unison.

   These two girls looked like porcelain dolls.  They were petite with
short pixie style brown hair and green eyes.  They each wore identical
green leotards.  Though they were very small and very thin, they had
obviously reached puberty.  They were perfectly proportioned, with small
peach size breasts filling out their outfits.

   "We're 13 and in 8th grade," said one.

   "And we like synchronized gymnastics," said the other.

   "And we've been doing it since before we were born," said the first.

   "Our mother was a gymnast," the second responded to my quizzical look.

   "And I want to know if you've always liked being nude," said the first.

   "No," I replied.  "Until I came here and took this class I'd never
really tried being nude.  I wish I had though.  I feel like I really missed
out on something fun."

   "And I want to know if we can work out nude too," asked the second.

   "What?  You want to work out nude as well?" I asked, astounded.  I
expected the kids to be curious about nudity, but I really didn't think
anyone would want to join me.

   "Yea.  We're nude at home all the time.  I think it'd be cool to be nude
here too."

   "Your nude at home?" asked Nick.

   "Yea.  Our whole family is.  We hardly ever wear clothes when we're at
home," said the first (I still wasn't sure which was which).

   "Unless someone's coming over," said the second.

   "Only if it's someone important," replied the first.

   "So can we?" asked the second (I felt like I was watching a tennis match
between these two!)

   "Well," I thought.  "Mr.  Wright said that he had no problem with me
working out nude.  And he also said that I could do anything I wanted to
with you guys.  So...  Yes.  If you want to you may practice in the nude.
But only if you want to.  And proper leotards must be worn for all
competitions.

   "Cool!" they responded in unison.  Then they both stood up at the same
time, pulled their leotards off and tossed them back towards the door
before resuming their seat cross legged on the mat.

   We couldn't help but stare.  They were relaxed and confident.  Tan all
over.  Their small breasts and nipples were firm.  Their pussies had a thin
cover of fluffy brown hair.  I lost my concentration for a moment.

   Pulling my eyes away I noticed Nate's hand up.

   "Yes Nate?"

   "Can I strip too?" he asked.

   "You want to work out nude?" asked Phil incredulously.

   "Sure," he replied.  "My mom gets mad at me sometimes when I walk around
naked, but I love being nude.  Do it a lot at home."

   "Well Nate, yes.  If you want to be nude you may.  Does anyone else want
to join us?"

   Nobody said no, but nobody else moved as Nate quickly pulled his shorts
down and tossed them next to the girls' leotards.

   Nate's cock was about half erect, and like him, was long and thin. 
Light blond hair was just beginning to sprout around his balls.

   Silence hung in the air for a few seconds.

   "OK...  OK," I stuttered.  "Mark Mathis."

   Mark was obviously uncomfortable.  He was a big boy.  I don't mean fat.
He certainly wasn't fat.  He was just bigger than anyone else here.  His
growth spurt had hit.  He must have been almost 6 feet tall, broad and
muscular.  He had short dark hair, dark eyes, and a hint of stubble showed
that he was already shaving, at least occasionally.

   "I'm, ummm, 14," he stammered.  "I'm in 9th grade.  I've been involved
in gymnastics for 6 years.  I like the horse."

   "OK.  What's your question?" I coaxed.

   "Ummmm.  What time will you be at Victoria's Secret tonight?" he asked,
ducking his head.

   "Mark, I'm going to try to be there at 6:00."

   "Do you mind if I come and watch?" he asked, looking up at me like a
little puppy dog.

   "Of course not Mark.  I'd be glad for you to be there."

   He grinned.

   "Robert Preston."

   "I'm fourteen and in 9th grade," he replied.  "I've been in gymnastics
since I was 7 and I like the floor exercise."

   If Robert wasn't the class president, he should have been.  He was
perfect.  He had short reddish hair and light blue eyes.  His body was just
beginning to fill out.  He had broad shoulders and narrow hips.  I swear
his t shirt was pressed and it looked like his shorts were too.  It looked
like he was hiding a tree between his legs.

   "Since you are so involved in dares, I'd like to know if we can dare you
to do something?" he asked, with an all too innocent smile on his lips.

   I sat silent for a moment.

   "Robert, I don't think that would be appropriate at this time.  But I
won't rule it out for some time in the future," I replied.

   "Fair enough," he said.

   Yep.  He was gonna be politician when he grew up.  I just knew it.

   "Emily Branson."

   "I'm 14 and in 9th grade," she replied.  "I like the uneven bars.  I
started when I was five."

   Emily's short blond hair was streaked with purple and probably hadn't
been combed this year.  She wore a bright purple two piece leotard the
clearly revealed her blossoming breasts.  Emily was a woman waiting to
happen.

   "How many guys have you fucked?" she challenged.

   Suddenly it dawned on me that, although I had done some of the wildest
things I could have imagined, I hadn't actually fucked anyone since this
whole adventure began.

   Staring her straight in the eyes I replied, "Actually, I've only fucked
one guy." Then grinning, I added, "so far!"

   She smiled.

   "I dare you to join us," barked Melody (or was it Melanie?)

   "Yea," replied the other.  "You're the wild one on the team!"

   "Get naked."

   "And enjoy the fun!"

   "We dare you!" they laughed in unison.

   Emily was clearly caught off guard.  I'd known girls like her in school.
I suspected that she pretended to be much more rebellious than she actually
was.  Now here she was, challenged by two eighth graders to prove it.  I
waited for a moment to see what would happen.

   "Go ahead," Nate spoke silently.  "I know you want to."

   Nate had a strangely compelling power to his quiet voice.

   Emily looked at him, a mix of fear, excitement and lust filling her
eyes.

   She looked at me and I simply nodded my head once as encouragement.

   Suddenly she stood up, pulled her top off, dropped her bottoms, tossed
them behind her, and sat down again.

   Emily's breasts were firm, her nipples hard.  She had shaved her pussy
into a thin straight strip (obviously copied from some porn model).  She
stared at the team as though daring them to laugh.

   No one did.

   "Sheri Harris."

   Sheri was a tomboy with long dark hair braided into two long tails. 
Evidence of a summer spent outside showed in her dark tan.

   "Here," she said.  "I'm 14 and in 9th grade.  I like the uneven bars and
I've been training since I was 7.  I'd like to know if you've ever gone
skinny dipping?"

   "No, Sheri, I'm afraid not.  Until last week my life was pretty boring.
I didn't do any of that stuff growing up."

   "And you must be Brandy Simmons."

   "Yep," she replied.  "I'm fourteen and in 9th grade.  I like the balance
beam best and I've been in gymnastics since I was 5."

   Brandy was probably the most naturally beautiful.  She had shoulder
length blond hair, perfectly styled.  At fourteen she could easily pass for
18.  Dressed properly she could probably fool people into believing she was
21 or 22.  Her breasts, though not large, were well developed.  She was
also very much aware of her body and its affect on others.  She was wearing
a pink leotard that was virtually sheer.  Her nipples were clearly visible
through the thin material.  The lack of a shadow between her legs proved
that she shaved her pussy.

   "What would you like to ask me, Brandy?"

   "Where did you get your toys?"

   "There's an adult bookstore just off campus that sells them.  I go
there."

   The twins chimed in again.  "Take it off, Brandy.  Take it off!"

   Brandy's eyes twinkled as she absorbed the attention.

   "Take it off!  Take it off!" the M&M twins chanted.

   Raising her hand, Brandy quieted them down.  "Only if Robert strips
too!" she proclaimed.

   "Ohhhh noooo!" responded Robert.  "Not me!"

   "Take it off!  Take it off!" chanted the three nude girls.

   "Come on Robert," purred Brandy.  "I'll show you mine if you'll show me
yours!"

   I wasn't sure how long I'd let this go on, but I sort of wanted to see
Robert nude too, so I just sat quietly for a moment.

   Peer pressure is a wonderful thing.  After a few more seconds of
chanting, Robert stood, pulled his t shirt over his head and dropped his
shorts.  Everyone whistled as his hard cock popped into view.  It was long
and thick with a mass of read curls around the base.

   "Your turn," he barked at Brandy.

   Brandy slowly, seductively, slid the straps off her shoulders and let
her leotard fall to her waist.  Her breasts were smooth, the size of a
large apple with beautiful pink aureoles.  She rolled on to her knees and
slid it over her hips, revealing a perfectly smooth and glistening pussy.
Sitting, she slid one foot out and with a perfect flick of her other foot
she sent her leotard flying across the circle to land right on Robert's
head.

   I looked at my watch.  We only had about 15 minutes left before I had to
release the team to the showers.  I led the team in a few quick stretch
routines that left everyone extremely aware of their nudity.  I then had
them follow me through a grueling 10 minute obstacle course that covered
virtually every apparatus.  It wasn't easy, but I wore them out in 10
minutes.

   Robert slipped his shorts on before stepping out into the main gym. 
Brandy and Emily started to pull their leotards on, but when the twins
tossed theirs over their shoulders and nonchalantly walked out the door,
they followed suit.  Nate didn't even bother to pick his shorts up.

   I followed the boys into their locker room.

   "Hope you don't mind, guys.  I have to used the men's room all day. 
Remember."

   I looked around.  I needed to pee.  Seeing the urinals I decided to have
some fun.

   Phil had just gotten undressed and was going towards the showers with
his towel carefully wrapped around his waist.

   "Phil, I've never used one of these before.  How do they work?" I asked,
with a twinkle in my eye.

   He looked confused and started stuttering.

   "You can't use a urinal.  You're a girl.  You have to have a...  have
a...  have a penis!" he exclaimed.

   Robert and Nate both stood in the distance, watching, trying hard not to
laugh.

   "I bet I can," I replied.

   "No you can't!" retorted Phil.  "There's no where to sit and girls can't
pee standing up!"

   "I bet I can pee in this urinal and not spill a drop," I challenged.

   "No way!" he exclaimed.

   "If I win you have to spend the next practice nude!  And if you win I'll
give you your first blow job!"

   He almost came just thinking about it.

   "You're on!" he exclaimed, coming close to watch, forgetting for the
moment that he had nothing on but a towel.

   I turned around and bent over, pushing my ass into the urinal, and
released a long stream of urine.  Looking up I saw 5 nude boys gathered
around me, their hard cocks pointing straight ahead, while I peed in their
urinal.

   Making sure I was done I stood up and turned to Phil.

   Robert walked over.  "Not a drop on the ground, Phil.  Looks like you're
gonna be joining me and Nate in the nude tomorrow!"

   At this point Phil was so hard he didn't really seem to care.

   Laughing, I strode to the showers, followed by five bobbing cocks.

   The showers were all in one large room with about a dozen shower heads
sticking out of the wall.  I walked to the one in the middle and turned it
on, stepping quickly to the side to let it warm up.  Moving underneath the
hot streams, I let the water flow through my hair and down my nude body.

   The boys were all under their own showers, but their eyes were glued to
my body.  They had long since given up trying to hide their erections.

   I leaned over and picked up Robert's soap (he seemed to be the only one
that brought any).  I ran the soap up my stomach and softly caressed my
breasts.  Bending over, I slowly lathered each leg up to my hips.  Turning
to face the guys, I squatted and slid the bar of soap slowly back and forth
between my legs, pushing it into my pussy lips.  I sighed contentedly.

   Each boy was now actively masturbating, running their wet hands over
engorged cocks.

   Still squatting, I reached behind me and gripped my daisy plug.  Slowly
I slid it out of my ass.  Standing, I held it under the water and washed it
off until it sparkled.  I turned so that my ass faced the guys, bent over
keeping my legs straight, and slowly slid it back into my ass.  I heard a
grunt and saw Phil shooting wads of cum into the air.  Like a row of
dominos, each of the others followed, long strings of cum arching into the
air.

   I straightened up and turned off the water.  Walking out of the shower
with a huge grin on my face, I picked up Nick's towel and dried off.

   My dress was still in the gym.  The boys were crowded around the shower
door, still nude, still dripping wet, small strings of cum hanging on to
their half erect cocks.

   "See you tomorrow boys," I laughed, and walked into the gym.

   The bell hadn't rung yet, so the gym was empty.  I casually walked
through and into the gymnastics training room, slid my sundress over my
head, and headed toward the bike stand.

   ************************************************

   During practice it had begun to rain.  A steady downpour was falling.

   I guess I'm a little odd, but I love the rain.  Maybe it's because we
had so little of it where I grew up.  I enjoy being out in the rain,
especially when it's warm like it was today.  Without hesitation I walked
to my bike, feeling the warm streams striking my body.

   I had plenty of time before my next class, so I enjoyed myself, riding
through puddles and basically acting like a little school girl.  By the
time I pulled up to the dorm I was soaking wet.  My dress was plastered to
my body and had turned completely transparent.  My nipples could be clearly
seen.  The wet cloth hugged my pussy and ass revealing each detail of my
body.

   Laughing at how my outlook had changed in the last week, I ran and got
my books and headed to class without bothering to dry off.

   By lunch my dress had basically dried.  As I walked into the dining
room, Mindy came running up to me.

   Grabbing my arm she quickly whispered in my ear, "I did it!"

   Quizzically I looked at her.  "Did what?" I asked.

   "Your dare!  I'm not wearing any knickers!"

   I looked her over.  She had on a t shirt with a denim skirt that came to
about mid-thigh.

   "I feel great!" she bubbled.

   "I don't believe you." I said with a twinkle in my eye.  "Prove it!"

   "What?  Here?"

   "Yea.  Show me that you don't have any knickers on," I laughed.

   She hesitated.  Then quickly raised a lowered her dress, revealing for a
millisecond her neatly trimmed pussy.

   Laughing, I hugged her.

   "It does feel great, doesn't it?" I remarked.

   "Oh yes!  I feel so free.  So daring!"

   "Come with us to Victoria's Secret this evening and try on some
outfits," I invited.

   "I'll come," she replied, "but I don't know about the outfits."

   We joked some more through lunch and made plans for the evening.

   **********************************

   That evening Ashley, Janet, Mindy, and I headed for the mall.

   Ashley was wearing tight jeans, a blouse that buttoned up the front, and
tennis shoes - no knickers).  Her dare involved accidental exposures, and
we had come up with a great idea for her at the mall.

   Janet's dare was to wear extremely revealing clothes.  Tonight she wore
a denim mini dress that buttoned up the front and high heeled shoes.  She
had cut off all but the two buttons below her belly button.  No bra.  No
knickers.  Whenever she walked the dress opened enough to reveal a peek of
pussy.  Bending showed plenty of breast.  She wanted to try on some of the
exotic clothes that Victoria's Secret sold.

   Mindy was mostly just along for the ride.  She was still wearing her
mini dress with no knickers.  I fully expected her to get more into this as
the night wore on.

   I was still wearing my white sundress with nothing underneath.  I had to
try on 5 outfits and walk around Victoria's Secret in each.  I also wanted
to try on and probably buy some more revealing outfits.

   Ashley's dare was first on the list.  Hers required an element of
surprise, and we figured we would have attracted an entourage of spectators
by the time the evening was over.

   We headed directly to a specialized store in the middle of the mall. 
All it sold were swimsuits of every size, shape and description.  Since it
stays hot here well into October, buying a new swimming suit in September
was not all that unusual.

   It was the changing rooms that made this place so interesting.  They
were in the middle of the store, facing the entrance to the mall, which was
wide and open.  The white doors stopped about a 18 inches from the floor
and only went up to about head level.  Basically, if you were tall enough
you could stand behind the closed door and look over it, directly into the
main mall hallway.  Even better, standing in the mall hallway, you could
look at the dressing rooms and see women as they undressed.  Young
teenagers always claimed the benches across from the entrance so they could
watch knickers and jeans fall to the floor under the doors as the girls
tried on suits.

   We wondered through the store picking out several revealing suits for
Ashley to try on.  This time of day the mall was pretty crowded, but we
seemed to be the only ones looking for swimming suits.  A thin high school
girl with long blond hair and a dark tan was the only salesperson.  It
wasn't long, however, before a bevy of boys began gathering at the bench in
the hallway.  Four college students looking for swimming suits meant
someone was probably going to be trying them on soon.

   We finally found four bikinis for Ashley to try on.  She entered the
door and turned around.  The door came to about chin level on her, so she
could see over it easily.  She unbuttoned her shirt, took it off and hung
it up on the hook behind her.  Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.
She then sat down on the floor to take off her shoes.  Mindy, Janet and I
pretended not to notice the guys in the hallway as they watched Ashley. 
The way she was sitting, she couldn't see the boys, but they had a clear
view of her open jeans, the top of her pussy, and when she bent over just
right, her bare breasts.

   She slowly untied her shoes and slid them off.  Then she stood up and
pulled her pants below her hips.  Really playing it up, she sat down on the
floor again and pulled her pants off each leg.  This gave the boys a clear
view of her wide open pussy as she tugged on each pants leg (they really
were tight).

   When she finally had them off she stood up and hung them on the hook
with her shirt.  She slid on her bikini and stepped out for us to look at
it.

   At least 15 guys were standing around the bench watching.  We completely
ignored them.

   Ashley had put on a thong bikini that was about two sizes to small.  The
thong was completely hidden between her ass cheeks.  One pussy lip refused
to stay inside.  The top barely covered her nipples.  She twirled around a
couple of times and then we all, rather loudly, agreed that it was too
small.  She stepped back in to change.

   She dropped the thong and stepped out of it, then removed the top.

   And this is where the plan came together.

   Ashley is a Biology major.  More importantly, Ashley loves bugs.  Even
worse, in my opinion, she loves studying spiders.  She had brought a large
wolf spider with her in a little bag she hid in her shirt pocket.  She said
it was a common house spider, but I'd never seen one that big before -
except the tarantulas at the zoo and in pet stores.  This wasn't nearly
that big, but it was big enough.  It's body was about as big as the end of
my thumb, with long hairy legs.  To me the only good spider is one curled
up in a ball, dead.  But Ashley was fascinated with them.

   She took the spider out of the bag and set it on top of her shirt.  Then
she let out the most bloodcurdling scream I have ever heard.  I swear
everyone in the mall must have heard her.  The door slammed open and she
bounced out, totally nude, still screaming hysterically.

   The sales girl came running over and tried to calm her down, but she
just kept screaming and yelling about spiders, all the while turning and
jumping in an hysterical fit.

   I'll tell you, if Ashley ever decides to quit studying bugs, she could
earn a living as an actress.  Within seconds the hallway was filled with
people wondering what was attacking this poor nude girl.

   After at least two or three minutes a security guard pushed his way
through and grabbed Ashley by both shoulders.

   "Young lady!" he barked.  "What's the meaning of all this?  Where are
your clothes?"

   With a trembling hand Ashley pointed into the dressing room.

   "Well what are you doing out here?" he asked exasperatedly.

   "Spider," she quivered.  "Big, big spider....  on...  my...  shirt... 
hate....  spiders....  big....  spider."

   Trying to hide his smile behind a grim face, he strode to the dressing
room and looked in.  Pulling out his flashlight he carefully shook the
shirt.

   Nothing happened.

   He shook it again.

   Nothing.

   Gingerly he picked it up and shook it out.

   "Well ma'am, there's no spider on this shirt."

   Instead of handing it to her he held it while he knocked the flashlight
against her jeans.

   Nothing.

   He lifted them off the hook and shook them.

   "Oh my God!" he yelled as the spider fell onto his leg.

   Ashley started screaming again.  "THERE IT IS!  THERE IT IS!  KILL IT!
KILL IT!"

   The security guard was having his own little fit as he frantically
knocked it off his leg and then started stamping both feet at once, chasing
the spider as it ran under the swimming suit racks.

   Mindy, Janet and I were about to die!

   There was Ashley, totally nude, jumping around like a crazy woman at the
entrance to the mall, surrounded by people of all ages - men, women,
teenagers, boys and girls - screaming her fool head off.  And a security
guard holding her clothes and running around the store stomping his foot
like some deranged Frankenstein monster!

   "Got it!" he yelled.

   He came strutting out from between the swimming suit racks like Barney
Fife.

   "Alright people!  Move along!  The spider's dead," he announced.

   I swear you'd think he just killed a mountain lion.

   People moved away from the front of the door, but not very far.  Ashley
was still standing in the middle of the store, stark naked.

   "You may get dressed now, ma'am," he stated.

   "Thank you, officer," Ashley whispered in her best Miss Pitiful voice.

   She reached over and hugged him as though he had just rescued her from a
gang of Hell's Angels bent on defiling her innocence.  She pressed her bare
breasts against his chest and opened her legs, pushing her mound against
his crotch.  A red tide rose up his neck and over his face.

   Stepping back he stuttered, "You're welcome."

   Ashley stepped back as well.

   "Umm...  may I have my clothes back?"

   "What?  Oh!  Yea!  Sorry!"

   Taking her jeans she pulled them on right where she stood.

   "No way in Hell I'm going back in that dressing room!" she muttered.

   She picked up her shirt and pulled it on, buttoning the bottom three
buttons and "forgetting" the rest.

   "Come on girls!" she said as though trying to regain her dignity. 
"Let's get out of here!"

   As she strode out of the store the crowd parted like the Red Sea.  We
followed, trying hard not to laugh.

   ******************************************************

   Victoria's Secret sells all kinds of lingerie and 'exotic' apparel. 
Everything from beautiful flowing nightgowns to push up bras and matching
silk knickers can be found there.  They also sell outfits that can be worn
in public, if you're daring enough

   This one was bigger than any I'd seen at home.  It was on a corner,
opening on to one of the main squares of the mall.  As a result, it had
entrances on two adjacent sides, with a large open area in between.  The
dressing rooms were located in the very back of the store, secluded and
almost invisible to the rest of the store.  There were small dressing rooms
that opened to a larger secluded viewing area, so that you could walk out
and show someone your outfit without the whole world seeing you.

   The four of us walked around some, getting a feel for the store and how
it was laid out.  It seemed that some of the most revealing stuff was kept
at the front of the store.  Eye candy to pull in horny husbands and
boyfriends.

   A couple of women were whispering together while looking through the
knickers and bras.  A young husband was nervously looking through a rack of
teddies.  There were two sales girls, both in their early twenties, talking
at the counter.

   I wanted to do some serious shopping before I actually began the dare.
Since I slept nude and didn't wear underwear anymore, I really didn't need
any lingerie.  But Janet and I both needed some more revealing outfits. 
We'd already bought some things in other stores, but we both knew this
place would probably have the hottest outfits.  We each tried on several
outfits, parading out into the store to show each other and to look for the
next ensemble.  After 15 minutes or so we'd each picked a couple of
extremely short miniskirts and revealing tops.  I also noticed that several
men seemed to have stopped to 'rest' in the main square in front of the
store.  I saw Mark (from my junior high gymnastic team) standing in the
corner trying to be invisible.  On the other side, Mr.  Wright just
happened to be looking in the Radio Shack window.

   I decided to start off elegantly.  I picked a beautiful, long flowing
nightgown.  In the dressing room I slipped off the skirt I'd just tried on
and set it to the side to buy later.  Then I slid the nightgown over my
head.

   My God it felt so luxurious.  It was black silk with a three inch sheer
lace strip winding around it from top to bottom.  My soft whit skin shown
clearly through the lace which passed directly over my right nipple and my
bare pussy.

   Taking a deep breath of courage I stepped out into the store to show my
friends.  Even though I'd been nude in public several times now, it was
still difficult to take that first step.

   I walked into the center of the store while Mindy, Janet and Ashley
oohed and ahhed over it - a little to loudly perhaps.

   A young couple had come in while I was changing and were looking at
nightgowns together.  They grinned at each other as they watched me.  The
man and other ladies had already left.  The sales girls turned to watch,
but made no move to stop me as I twirled around to show my friends.

   I walked over close to the entrance and picked a small teddy from the
rack.  I held it up to my body and then turned to walk back to the dressing
room.  From the corner of my eye I saw a group of teenage guys stop dead in
their tracks.  My audience was building.

   I slid off the nightgown and pulled the teddy on.  It was light blue and
sheer.  Push up cups held my breasts up against delicate lace.  The one
piece outfit hugged my body and wrapped between my legs and up my rear with
a small one inch ribbon of satin.  My breasts were clearly visible and
though my pussy was technically covered the material was so tight against
my skin that nothing was hidden.

   Once again I took a deep breath and walked out into the store.  The guys
were still standing where they'd stopped, hoping I'd come out with it on.
Mr.  Wright was now watching from the other entrance.  Mark had moved a
little closer as well.  One of the sales girls was helping the couple look
at other nightgowns.  They both stopped to watch.  The other sales girl
came towards me.

   I was afraid she was going to kick us out of the store.  Instead she
smiled and asked, "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"

   "Actually, I'm just looking for something sexy," I replied.

   "Let me show you these," she said as she led me over to a rack against
the wall.

   She pulled out a small one piece rubber outfit.  Since it wasn't sheer I
didn't think it'd be all that sexy, but she assured me that it was and
encouraged me to try it on.

   "I'll be out here when you're ready," she called as I walked back to the
dressing room, my bare ass swaying seductively.

   The young woman that had been looking at outfits with her husband or
boyfriend was just stepping out of the dressing room into the private
viewing area when I walked in.

   She had on a silk baby doll with matching thong knickers.  The rear was
nothing more than a string passing up her crack.  It was nearly sheer,
giving a seductive hint of what it covered.

   "May I ask you a question?" she whispered.

   "Sure," I replied.

   "I've never been here before.  My husband told me that everyone tries on
outfits and walks through the store to show their friends like you were. 
The sales girl said the same thing.  Am I really supposed to go out there
in this?"

   My God, how naive could this lady be?  I was an innocent 18 year old
(until last week anyway) and I knew that no one ever walked through
lingerie stores like this.  Yet she was as sincere - and scared - as she
could be.

   "Oh yes," I lied as sincerely as possible.  "People always try on
outfits and model them in the store.  How else will your husband know if he
likes your outfit or not?"

   "Aren't you scared, walking out there almost naked?" she asked.

   "In a dress shop you walk out in the dresses you try on, don't you?"

   "Well, yes."

   "Well.  This is a lingerie shop.  You model what you try on to see if
you like it."

   "That's what my husband said."

   "Go on out.  He'll love it.  You look great!"

   Trying to hold back tears, she stepped out into the store, her bare ass
peaking out from beneath the baby doll.

   I felt a little bad, talking her into revealing herself in public like
that.  But it was also sort of a kick to see someone else exposing herself
for the first time.  I couldn't help but wonder if she would get as turned
on by it as I was.

   Rubber is hard to put on.  The outfit was tiny and all one piece.  I put
my legs in and pulled it up to my hips, then struggled to slide my arms
through the holes.  Finally I got it up to my shoulders and then it snapped
into place.  Literally.  And it felt incredible.

   I stepped into the private viewing area and looked at myself in the
mirror.

   The thin black rubber had molded itself to every part of my body.  It
was a second skin.  I'd never seen anything quite like it before.  I may as
well have been naked.  My nipples.  My pussy.  My ass.  Even my daisy was
clearly visible though totally covered.  I felt and looked incredible!  The
black rubber covered me completely, yet I had never felt more naked. 
Instead of hiding my body, it accentuated it.

   I walked out into the store.  Everybody stopped.  It was actually pretty
funny.  Everyone walking by outside stopped dead in their tracks.  The lady
in the baby doll was looking at teddies with her husband.  Both stopped and
stared.  Even Mindy, Janet, and Ashley were speechless.

   "You look great!" proclaimed my sales girl.

   I grinned.

   "Let me show you something else," she said, and led me right over to the
main entrance.

   Ignoring all the eyes, I followed her.

   She handed me a pair of lace knickers, bra, and stockings.

   "Try these on," she suggested.

   Grinning, I turned and walked back to the dressing room.

   The dressing rooms were so small that I didn't even bother going inside.
This rubber was going to be hard to get off.  Instead, I started peeling it
off in the private viewing area.

   I'd just gotten it off and was standing there nude when the lady came
back in.

   "What'd he think?" I asked.

   "He loved it!" she replied, breathlessly.  "Now he wants me to try this
on." She held up a small teddy.

   "You'll look great." I said.  "Are you OK."

   "Yea.  I'm fine.  It's...  It's sort of fun."

   I laughed.  "Yes it is!  By the way, I'm Lisa."

   "Mary Ann.  Good to meet you."

   I sat on a bench and pulled on my lace knickers and stockings.  Then
completed the ensemble with the bra.

   Looking in the mirror, I realized that the sales girl really knew what
she was doing.  I looked great.

   The stockings were light red and stopped exactly one inch below my
pussy.

   The bottom was a string bikini of red lace.  An incredibly thin string
held the front panel of red lace and circled around my hips to another
string that slid between my ass cheeks to meet the panel in front.  The
panel was for decoration, not cover.  Nothing was covered.  The panel
disappeared into my pussy lips, never to be seen again.  My golden daisy
had nothing more than a thin red strip over it.

   The top was almost as revealing.  It was sheer red lace that pushed my
breasts up and out.  The lace stopped less than a quarter of an inch above
my nipples.

   Mary Ann just stared at me as I walked into the store.

   I swear no one had moved since my last visit.  Quite a crowd had
gathered at the entrances.  A group of teenage kids were on one side.  Even
women had stopped to wait.

   "Lisa!  Lisa!"

   I looked over to one side and saw Melody and Melanie from my gymnastics
team pulling their parents through the crowd, followed my their older
brother.

   "See.  We told you she'd be here!" they bubbled as they walked up to me.


   For the first time that night I wanted to hide.  It's one thing to
expose yourself to a group of strangers or to friends who know you.  It's
another thing entirely to meet the parents of one of your students, wearing
nothing but see through underwear!

   But there was no where to go.

   "Hello Lisa.  I'm Alistair Foxx.  My girls have told me all about you."

   Their father was perhaps the most handsome man I'd ever seen.  He was
over six feet tall and walked with the natural grace of an athlete.  His
dark hair was perfectly groomed.  His skin perfectly tanned.  His teeth
perfectly straight and white.  He was perfect!  My pussy, already wet from
exposure, began to tingle.

   I shook his outstretched hand, trying not to cover myself with my other
hand.

   He, on the other hand, acted as though it was totally natural to meet a
nearly nude teenager at the mall.

   "This is my wife, Blair, and my son, Charles."

   I shook both their hands.  The whole family could have been models. 
Charles was smiling broadly as his eyes fed on my body.

   "The girls tell us you have to try on five outfits tonight.  What are
you up to?" Blair asked.

   God, this was so weird!

   "Um.  This is my forth."

   "See Dad.  We told you we'd miss it!" the girls whined in unison.

   "Well I've got the perfect outfit for your last one," stated Blair as
she turned to walk towards a rack in the center of the store.

   "I'm a step ahead of you, Mrs.  Foxx," said the sales girl who had been
helping me as she handed Mrs.  Foxx the hanger.

   Grinning, she turned and handed it to me.

   "You must come here a lot," I said.

   "Oh yes.  Ginger here calls me whenever something new comes in that I
might like."

   Without looking at the outfit I walked back to the dressing room.

   Just before I went in, Mary Ann stepped out in her teddy.  It was white
lace and clearly revealed her nipples and the dark patch of curly bush
between her legs.  Her husband was standing near the entrance, forcing her
to walk all the way to the crowd to see him.  From the way her bare ass
swayed, I could tell she was starting to really get into this.

   I walked into the private viewing area and took off my outfit.

   Then I looked at what Blair had given me.  And almost choked.

   It was a harem outfit.  Sort of.

   I put it on and looked in the mirror.

   The bottoms were long, purple, loose, sheer silky material.  Elastic
held it to my ankles.  The legs were split inside the ankles all the way up
to the outside of the elastic belt around my waist.  This had the effect of
pulling the material completely away from my pussy.  I was totally bare!

   The top was a cut out bra.  Gold filigree straps cupped and surrounded
my breasts, but didn't cover them at all!

   A loud round of applause greeted me as I stepped into the store.  I
grinned, actually embarrassed.

   The Foxxes were standing next to the Mary Ann and her husband along with
Mindy, Janet, and Ashley - the crowd right behind them.

   I walked over to them, very aware of my dripping pussy and erect
nipples.

   "You look great!" Blair proclaimed.  Alistair echoed her approval.

   "Show her your daisy!" said the girls in unison - again.  I think they
must share a brain or something.

   I groaned.  "No, I don't think that's necessary," I stated.

   "Sure it is," replied their mother.  "I want to see it."

   With that, she turned me around and bent me over.  Before I was even
aware that I was doing it, I was bending at the waist, legs straight and
apart, with my bare ass pointed to the parents of two of my students and a
crowd of leering strangers.  And I'd never been more excited.

   "Why it's beautiful, Lisa," said Alistair.

   "Is it the metal daisy or the rubber one?" asked Blair.

   "Let's see," replied her husband before I could answer.

   With that he reached forward, gripped one of my ass cheeks, and gently
pulled the daisy out of my ass.  I gasped in surprise.

   "It's the steel one," stated Blair.  "Stainless steel with gold plate.
Joe got you the real thing," she said approvingly, still holding me down
with her hand on the small of my back.

   Alistair placed one hand against my pussy as he gently slid the daisy
back into may ass.  I moaned quietly.

   "The steel one is much better because it's easier to clean and slides in
so much easier," lectured Blair to her husband and the crowd.

   She kept going, but I don't have any idea what she said.  Alistair was
sliding the dildo in and out of my ass while ostensibly holding me open
with his hand between my legs.  His fingers were gently rubbing a wiggling
between my pussy lips, gently prodding my clitoris.

   The world around me seemed to fade away.  Melody and Melanie were gone.
Their older brother Charles disappeared.  Mindy, Janet, and Ashley faded
away.  Mark was a forgotten memory.  Mr.  Wright was unknown.  The crowd
around me evaporated.

   My only sensation, my only thought, my only desire was Alistair's
fingers against my soaking pussy and the hardness of the dildo invading and
retreating in my throbbing ass.

   I began rocking back and forth to the rhythm of his movements, pushing
my pussy against his soft hand while Blair rattled on about various anal
stimulators.

   My breathing was short.  Gasping.  My eyes closed.

   Suddenly he pushed three fingers deep into my pussy while simultaneously
pinching my clitoris with his thumb and shoving the dildo deep into my ass!


   My orgasm exploded as I stood straight up, impaling myself on his hard
fingers, screaming loudly as waves of ecstasy rolled through my pussy and
ass up my spine and out my mouth.  It wouldn't stop.  Wave after wave shot
through me.  Every time it began to subside he would pinch my clit again
creating a new cascade of waves through my body.

   Finally I was exhausted.

   When I came to my senses Alistair was literally holding my up by his
hand in my pussy.  I was leaning back against his arm with all my weight.

   The crowd was staring wide eyed and open mouthed.  No one said a word.
Even Mindy, Janet, and Ashley were speechless.  The M&M girls were grinning
like Cheshire cats.

   Smiling, Blair lifted me off of her husband's hand.  It sounded like
someone squeezing a sponge.  I gasped as he flicked my clit on the way out.


   Blair reached over and took her husbands hand.  Looking me straight in
the eye she held it to her mouth and ran her tongue up all three fingers at
once.

   "Sweet as honey," she purred.

   I smiled, embarrassed.

   I looked at Mary Ann.  She had quietly backed up against her husband's
body and was humping his hand.  He had unsnapped the crotch and was pushing
his fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

   Still filled with arousal, I stepped to her, squatted, and licked her
exposed clit.

   That one touch sent her over the edge.  With a loud animal-like grunt
she climaxed, pushing down hard on her husband's hand.  I continued
tickling her clit until her movements settled down.

   I turned to face the crowd and was greeted with applause.  I grinned,
Mary Ann's juices dripping off my chin.

   I took Mary Ann by the hand and we walked back to the changing room,
legs shaking unsteadily.

   The first thing I did when I woke up, as I had every day this week, was
grab my dare bag and pull out my first dare.

   The card had a small pocket alarm clock attached to it.

   "Give the alarm clock to the first person you see.  Ask them to set it
for any time between now and midnight.  Carry the alarm with you.  When it
goes off, stop whatever you're doing, push the snooze button, strip, find
something in your immediate vicinity and masturbate with it, penetration
required.  You must use a different item each time.  Masturbate until the
snooze alarm goes off (9 minutes).  You may not stop masturbating until the
snooze alarm goes off no matter how many times you climax.  Likewise, as
soon as the alarm goes off you must stop masturbating, no matter how close
you are to cumming.  Then give the alarm clock to the nearest person and
ask them to reset it for any time up until midnight.  You must not check
the alarm time or change it in any way.  After 11:30 pm you no longer need
to reset the alarm.  The number of times you must masturbate depends on the
times set by others.  Unless it is part of another dare or assignment, you
must not masturbate or have sex at any other time."

   "Wow!" I thought.  Fortunately I didn't have a whole lot planned today.

   I pulled out the second card.

   It was titled "Traffic Light Strip Game."

   "Put on the following clothes: bra, knickers, jeans (or shorts), shirt,
socks, and shoes.  Get someone with the car to drive down 8th street from
Broadway to McCart at 3:30 PM.  There are twelve stoplights.  Each time the
car is forced to stop at one, get out of the vehicle, take off one piece of
clothing, hand it to someone in the car behind you, walk all the way around
your car and get back in.  The driver must not speed up or slow down to
miss or hit a light.  If you are nude before the end of the road, you must
stand on the trunk at each stop and dance seductively until the light turns
green."

   I took a deep breath.  This was going to be hard.

   I apprehensively pulled the third card out.

   "Go to the dining room and eat cereal for breakfast."

   An arrow pointed to the back of the card so I turned it over.

   "Instead of milk, the bowl must be filled with fresh semen taken from
guys in the dining room.  Semen and cereal together must fill the bowl
completely.  Lick the bowl dry to complete the dare."

   I took a deep breath.  Somehow this day seemed like it would be a lot
harder than my previous days.  They had mostly included exhibitionism.  It
had developed into more than that last night - my God I still got shivers
thinking about that - but this included a lot more.  At least it seemed
that way.

   Mindy came out of the restroom while I was looking at the cards.  She
was nude, too.  She was slowly becoming an exhibitionist as well.

   "What's in the cards this morning?" she asked cheerfully.

   Silently, I handed them to her and watched as her grin broadened with
each card.

   "Wow!  You've got to fill up a whole bowl with cum and then eat it! 
Cool!"

   "If you say so.  How many guys do you think it'll take to fill up a
bowl?"

   "God, I don't know.  Probably 10 or 15."

   "And you have to masturbate all day long.  What's the most you've ever
done?" she asked.

   "The most I've ever masturbated in one day?  I don't know.  Maybe three
or four."

   "The car thing sounds fun.  I'll drive you," Mindy offered.

   "OK.  Thanks.  Wonder why he wants me to do it at 3:30?" I guess he
thinks that'll be a busy time.  I'm sure the idea is to get you nude!'

   "I guess.  My junior high gymnastics practice is over at 3:15.  Can you
pick me up there?"

   "Sure," she replied.  "No problem."

   "Listen.  If you're going to give 15 hand jobs this morning, you better
get moving!"

   I rolled out of bed, took a quick shower and put my hair in a long
braid. I picked out a short dress that I had bought yesterday.  It was a
light blue cotton t shirt type dress that hugged my breast and stopped two
inches below my pussy.  If I was going to have to strip twelve times today,
I may as well make it easy.

   While I was getting ready, Mindy set the alarm for my first dare.

   I then gathered the clothes I'd need for the traffic light dare, stuffed
them in my backpack and headed for breakfast.

   Mindy had pulled on a man's style button up shirt and a pair of short
shorts that she had bought last night as well.  She tied the shirt under
her breasts, revealing her flat belly.

   I stopped her just before we went out, turned her around, grabbed a pair
of scissors, and clipped off the buttons she had buttoned.  Now the only
thing holding her shirt together was the knot below them!

   "I dare you not to adjust that knot all day!" I challenged.

   She giggled.  "You're on!"

   **********************************************************

   It was just barely 7:00 AM when Mindy and I walked into the cafeteria.
The college cafeteria is a ghost town at 7:00 AM.  There were only about a
dozen people scattered around the room.  Only about four men.

   I went and got my bowl of cereal - dry.  I'd never realized how big the
bowls were.  They were larger than the bowls I had at home.

   I swallowed hard.  Although I'd given five blow jobs in the hall after
class one day, I hadn't had to ask the guys.  Someone else rounded them up
for me.  I didn't know any of the men here, yet I had to go to them and ask
them to masturbate in my cereal bowl!

   I decided that if anyone was going to take me seriously I was going to
have to be nude.  Otherwise they would think they were on SPY TV or
something.

   I pulled my dress over my head and handed it to a surprised Mindy.

   Then I picked up my bowl and walked purposefully to the nearest guy who
was engrossed in his morning paper.  He was about my age, slightly
overweight, dressed conservatively.  Probably a business major.

   He looked at me and almost spilled his coffee as I squatted in front of
him, spreading my legs as wide as possible.

   "Excuse me.  I need some milk for my cereal," I purred.

   Then I reached for his waist and undid his belt.

   "I'm afraid I'll hurt your beautiful cock if I unzip you while you're
sitting.  Would you please stand?" I looked up at him with the most sultry
look I could imagine.

   The poor man must have thought he was having a wet dream.  He stood up
without saying a word, his mouth still open in surprise.

   I carefully unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down.  I opened
them just enough to pull his cock and balls out.  It was already rock hard
with the first drops of pre-cum on it.  As I caressed it I felt him take a
shuddering breath.

   This was going to be fun.

   I gently licked the tip of his cock, then inserted the head into my
mouth.

   Without warning, strong streams of cum shot out, filling my mouth and
dripping down my chin.  Locking my lips around his cock, I stopped myself
from swallowing as his cum swirled around my tongue and cheeks.

   I'm not sure this kid had ever cum in his entire life.  My cheeks were
bulging when he finally stopped pumping.  I slowly pulled his cock out of
my mouth, turned to my bowl, and let it all slide out onto the cereal.

   "I hate dry cereal, don't you?" I asked.

   He barely nodded as with glazed eyes he sank slowly into his chair, his
shrinking cock still hanging out of his pants.

   I turned around and two freshmen guys were staring at me.  I know they
had to be my age, but they looked like they had never seen a naked girl
give a guy a blow job in a cafeteria before!

   Still squatting, I turned to face them and motioned them to come to me.
They dropped their trays with a clatter on the table they were standing by,
orange juice spilling everywhere, as they rushed over to me.

   I pulled out both cocks and started sucking them, one after the other,
rubbing one while sucking the other.  Again, they came in just a matter of
seconds, almost before I'd really gotten them wet.  Just as I was about to
empty my mouth of the first one, the second started spewing long strands of
cum.  As quick as I could I turned and clamped my lips over his cock head,
mixing his cum with his friend's in my mouth.  Finally I slid off and
dumped both in my bowl, which still looked rather empty.

   No one else had come in, but the other two guys were definitely
interested.

   I picked up my bowl of cereal and walked to the nearest man.  He was
much older.  Maybe a teacher or visiting lecturer.  He wore a coat and tie.


   "May I?" I asked, kneeling in front of him.

   "Of course."

   I unzipped his fly and slid his rising cock out of silk boxers.  I
licked up and down the shaft, then slid my mouth over the head and down to
the base, deepthroating him.

   A low guttural rumbled through his chest as my tongue wildly massaged
his cock.  As I squeezed his balls he erupted in my mouth.  Once again, I
held it, turned, and let it slide into my bowl of cereal.

   People were starting to come in now.  And word was getting out.  Guys
were rushing in and then just standing around, not sure what to do.  A
group of about 10 guys were standing in the middle of the cafeteria,
watching like hungry wolves.  I walked over to them with my bowl of cereal.


   "Can you guys help me out?" I asked.

   They all sort of mumbled.

   "I'm tired of milk in my cereal so I'm trying cum instead.  Will you
help me fill it up?"

   "Sure!" the one in the middle announced.

   I stepped towards him and started unbuttoning his shirt.

   "What are you doing?" he stuttered.

   "I'm undressing you," I replied lustfully.

   "You didn't strip that other guy!" he responded.

   "Yea.  But I'm hotter now," I grinned, sliding his shirt off his
shoulders.  Looking at the ten guys standing around, I had decided I wanted
all ten of them bare-assed naked before blowing them.

   He was still protesting as I slid his jeans and underwear down to his
ankles.  I lifted one foot and pushed his pants all the way off.  Then
pulled them off the other leg.  He stood in front of me, nude, cock hard,
extremely uncomfortable.

   I licked the tip of his cock making it jump.

   Then turned to the guy beside him and pulled his shirt over his head.

   "Wait!  What about me?" the first guy protested.

   "Not until all of you are all nude," I replied, unbuttoning the second
guys jeans.  Some of them didn't want to strip, but with a little
encouragement I soon had 10 naked men standing around me, cocks dripping
long streams of pre cum.

   I knelt down as all ten of them jockeyed for position, each trying to
get their cock in my face first.  Looking back on it, I think it must have
looked pretty ridiculous: ten naked men huddled together, bare ass to bare
ass, while my head bounced from one dripping cock to another.  There must
be a hell of a lot of editing in pornography to keep it from becoming
comedy!

   But at the time it was just about the most exciting thing I had ever
done.  I sucked one cock for a few moments then bounced to another. 
Meanwhile, my hands were frantically sliding up and down other cocks.

   I wasn't long before one in my hand tensed and started to spurt. 
Quickly I wrapped my lips around it, catching as much as I could.  I bent
over and spit it into the bowl, only to find another guy squirting cum in a
high arc over my head.  I jumped to his cock and caught the rest of it,
spitting it in the bowl.

   One after another, sometimes two or three at a time, were cumming around
me.  I caught as much as I could, but in many cases guys just spewed all
over my face, hair, back and tits.  Whenever one guy was spent, another
stepped in to replace him.

   Finally I looked down and saw the bowl was about to overflow.  I stood,
calling out, "Enough!  Enough!  I've got to stop guys!"

   Groans of disappointment reverberated through those who had not been
satisfied.  I grinned, cum dripping off my chin and tits.

   "Maybe next time," I proclaimed.  Then I picked up my bowl and sat down
at the table behind me.

   I've learned over the last week that I really like oral sex.  I've
learned that every guy tastes differently and overall I like the taste.

   But.

   Cum is best served fresh and hot.  Cold cum is not my idea of a good
meal.

   Cereal in a bowl of cold cum is a soggy salty mess!

   I ate it.  I sat there, nude, cum drying all over my body, and ate every
bite while guys gathered around and cheered, some openly masturbating
despite the fact that we were still in the cafeteria.  I even teased them
some, opening my mouth to show them large gobs of cum on my tongue.  When
done I licked the bowl clean, just as required.

   But.  If I ever have the choice again - I will never eat another bowl of
cold cum for the rest of my life.  Personally, I think Fear Factor should
try it as one of their challenges.

   Now, cum in a bowl of hot oatmeal has real potential.  Maybe I'll try
that sometime.

   *********************************************************

   As usual, we all stripped as soon as we entered our Human Sexuality
class.  Everyone was buzzing about their projects.

   Today Ms.  Thompson walked in without her usual white robe.  She was
already nude.  I wasn't sure what to make of that since she'd never done
that before.

   The first thing she did was ask all of us to write down our schedule for
the entire weekend.  We had to list everything we planned to do for the
rest of this day, Saturday, and Sunday and then turn it in to her.

   "Class, today we're going to discuss the role of nudism in our society.
Jonathon, this is obviously your specialty, since you've had to be nude for
the last week.  What kind of responses have you received?"

   Jonathon stood up and explained that most people on campus seemed to
accept it with no problem, since word got around pretty quickly regarding
his project.  Even so, a lot of people seemed to keep their distance.  They
would stare, but not say anything.

   It was more difficult when he went off campus.  People tended to get
rather upset and treat him like a serial rapist.  He admitted to staying on
campus as much as possible.

   From there, Ms.  Thompson led the class in a discussion of nudism.  I
found it fascinating though it's rather boring to write about here.  She
discussed the history of nudism, the role of clothes in society, the
various styles that have been accepted and rejected in different cultures
throughout history.  I never knew there was so much involved with being
naked!

   As class was winding down, she announced, "Now class, I have a weekend
assignment for you.  You are each to leave your clothes in the lockers at
the back of the room until Monday's class.  For the entire weekend you will
remain nude and you must not change your schedule unless other
circumstances demand it.  In addition, you must spend at least 4 hours in a
public setting off campus."

   Students all around me gasped in astonishment.

   One girl exclaimed, "I have a date tonight I can't ..."

   "Great!," exclaimed Ms.  Thompson, "you'll get to use up your hours in
public on the first day!"

   The girl slid down in her seat, embarrassed.

   "Jonathon and Lisa."

   My ears perked up.

   "Since you have both already spent considerable time nude in public, I
have a special assignment for you.  I've made reservations for you at Le
Chateau at 7:00 this evening, followed by tickets to the Symphony at 9:00.
Jonathon, here is a voucher to pay for the meal.  The owner of the
restaurant and the manager of the theater have agreed to your attire, but
no one else at those establishments knows anything about it.  You are also
required to take public transportation throughout the evening."

   I was stunned.

   Le Chateau was the fanciest restaurant in town.  I couldn't imagine what
it would feel like to be totally nude in front of all those people dressed
in suits and gowns.  I looked at Jonathon.  He'd turned as white as a
ghost.

   At that moment the bell rang.  Everyone stood and started, by habit, to
turn to the back of the room to dress, then remembered that they could not.


   We had all been required to walk across campus nude, but it was a
different feeling to have to walk around outside alone.  I knew from
experience how difficult it was.

   Remembering my traffic light dare, I caught Ms.  Thompson at the door
and asked about it.  She agreed that it would be fine for me to dress as
instructed to complete that dare.

   Jonathon was waiting outside the door and arranged to pick me up at
6:30.

   Just as he started to talk, my alarm rang.

   I looked up and saw Mindy standing at the end of the hall, grinning.

   I sat my books down and looked around for something to masturbate with.
The instructions said that penetration was required.

   I didn't see anything in the hallway, so I reached in my back and pulled
out my hair brush.  It had a wooden handle about an inch wide and about 3
or 4 inches long.

   I sat down on the floor and leaned back against the wall.  Jonathon was
staring with a puzzled look on his face.  The hallway was crowded, since no
once seemed to want to pass by with several nude students standing around.

   I spread my legs and gently inserted the brush in my pussy.

   I'd been wet with excitement at breakfast, but had calmed down since
then.  Even so, there was enough moisture not to make it too uncomfortable.


   I slid the handle all the way in until the I could feel the bristles rub
against my clit.  Then I slowly slid it out again, feeling my pussy lips
close over the empty hole.  I pushed it in a little.  Then out.  Then all
the way in again.

   I looked around.  I was surrounded by people, some standing on tiptoe to
see over those in front.  Three of the nude guys, including Jonathon,
already had raging hard ons.

   I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and lost myself in the sensations
of the smooth handle sliding in and out and the rough bristles scratching
my engorged clit.

   I started moving faster and faster, raising my hips to meet my thrusts.
I could feel the climax building.

   And then the alarm sounded!

   I collapsed with a shudder of frustration.

   Slowly I stood up and put my dripping brush back in my purse.

   I handed the alarm to guy standing nearby.

   "Would you please set this for any time between now and midnight?" I
gasped.

   "Uh.  Yea.  What time should I set it for?" he asked.

   Turning to him I explained the situation and asked him again to set it
for whatever time he'd like.

   Grinning, he set the alarm and returned it.

   With cunt juice sliding down my leg, I picked up my bag and headed for
class.

   *********************************************************

   I barely listened in my next class.  I had been so close to cumming.  I
wanted to touch myself again.

   Nude, by moist pussy was making the seat wet and slippery.

   I kept wondering when the alarm would go off.  It was maddening.  I
wanted, needed, to masturbate again.  But (as strange as it may sound) I
was still scared of doing it in public.  I wanted to be filled.  I wanted
people to see me.  But I wanted to be in control.

   Now I wasn't.  It didn't matter where I was or what I was doing or who
was around when my alarm went off.  I'd have to stop and masturbate. 
Somehow that was frightening.  And exciting!

   And I had to find something different to insert each time.  I found
myself looking around for small objects to push into my pussy; wondering
how it would feel.

   Thirty minutes into class it happened.  I knew it would.  It caught me
by surprise and I jumped, trying to shut it off before it disturbed the
rest of the class.  Instead I accidentally knocked it off the front of the
table onto the floor of the row in front.

   This room was set up like a theater with levels rising up, long tables
going from one side to the other, looking down on the professor.  I sat
right in the middle of the third row.

   As it started to fall I leaped forward to catch it, leaning flat on the
table with my tits hanging over the edge and my bare ass in the air.

   I missed.

   My alarm was blaring on the floor six inches from my outstretched hand.
Dr.  Johnson had stopped his lecture in mid sentence.  The entire class was
looking at my nude body splayed out on the table.

   "Miss Armstrong, what may I ask are you doing!" he bellowed over the
beeping of the alarm.

   Standing, I stuttered, "It's an assignment for my human sexuality class,
sir."

   "Your human sexuality assignment is to set off an alarm in my class,
Miss Armstrong?"

   "No sir.  That ...  that was an accident sir"

   "And what is your assignment, Miss Armstrong?"

   "I ...  I have to masturbate until the snooze alarm rings again."

   "I see," he said with a twinkle in his eye.  "Well we mustn't let you
miss your assignment.  Mr.  Withers, would you please hand Miss Armstrong
her alarm.  Miss Armstrong, since class is already disrupted, you may as
well come down here to perform your assignment."

   I quickly shut off the alarm and walked to the stairs and down to the
front desk, an embarrassed tingle in my pussy.

   Dr.  Johnson had a half finished Coke bottle sitting on the middle of
his desk.  Since he never used notes, the desk top was otherwise empty.

   Without saying a word, I climbed up on the desk and straddled the
bottle. Having been in gymnastics my whole life I'm extremely limber. 
Planting my feet and spreading my pussy wide open I slowly lowered myself
onto the bottle.

   I had never really come down from my last masturbation session.  My
pussy was still dripping wet.  Even so, it was difficult sliding onto the
top of the bottle.  The threads scratched against my tender slit.  I kept
sliding down until I felt the bottle widen, spreading my pussy as wide as
it would go.

   Clinching my pussy, I slowly stood, holding the bottle inside me. 
Reaching down, I began sliding it in and out.  My legs were trembling. 
Electricity was building inside me.  Each time I pulled the bottle out my
pussy involuntarily pushed down in an effort to keep it inside me.  I
pushed it deep into me.  Almost half the bottle was inside me.

   Frustration crashed around me as the alarm blared on the desk by my
feet. I slid the bottle all the way out and squatted to turn it off.  My
body was screaming for release.  Beads of sweat covered my breasts and
dripped off my erect nipples.

   Still squatting, my soaked pussy spread wide for the whole class to see,
I held up the alarm to Dr.  Johnson.

   "Would you please reset the alarm for any time between now and
midnight?"

   "Uhh.  Sure," he croaked.

   I'd never seen him rattled like this before.  His cock strained against
the confines of his slacks.  Looking around I noticed that the whole class
was squirming in their seats.

   He reset the alarm and handed it back to me.  As I sat back down at my
desk Dr.  Johnson picked up the Coke and took a long drink, licking his
lips as he set it back on the desk.

   *******************************************************

   Waiting on the alarm was maddening.  I wanted so badly to look at it and
see when it was supposed to go off.  Somehow I stopped myself.

   Psychology is my last class on Fridays so I was basically free until
2:00 when I had junior high gymnastics training.  Immediately after that I
had to complete my traffic light strip dare.  This evening I had a date
with Adam, arranged my Ms.  Thompson.  I had to stay nude the entire
weekend unless a dare required me to wear something for one reason or
another.

   I found Mindy in the room reading a book.  She still wore her short
shorts and white shirt.  It was still tied, but I thought it looked a
little looser than it had this morning.

   She wanted to know all about the last time my alarm went off so we sat
and talked for a while.  She really seemed to get excited at the idea of my
being nude and masturbating in front of the whole world.

   I was torn.  I had already done so much in public that it seemed
ridiculous to be embarrassed or shy.  Even so, I liked the relative safety
of the campus.  Word had spread around campus about the class and about me
as well.  I was gaining quite a reputation.  But for the most part the rest
of the city was in the dark.  Everyone on campus was basically like me,
young, horny, away from home.  It was almost like being at summer camp -
except with 4 hours of homework every evening!  Off-campus was full of
"other" people.  Moms and dads and kids.  Grandmothers, brothers, and
businessmen.  Although my experiences so far had been positive, I was still
afraid of the reaction I might receive.  When I really let myself think
about it I wanted to curl up in a ball on my bed and hope the weekend went
by as quickly as possible.

   On the other hand...

   I had just given a couple of dozen blow jobs in the cafeteria, been nude
most of the day, masturbated twice in public, and still hadn't climaxed!  I
was so horny I couldn't sit still.  I left wet marks everywhere I sat!  And
having people watch me was the most incredibly exciting feeling in the
entire world.

   If I allowed myself to think about what was actually happening I wanted
to cover up and hide.  If I followed my desires I wanted to fuck and
masturbate in front of the world!

   "I'm hungry.  Why don't we go get pizza?" Mind asked.

   "OK.  Sure," I replied.

   We got in Mindy's car and headed to the Pizza Hut on the edge of campus.
And drove right past the Pizza Hut on the edge of campus!

   "Where're you going?" I asked apprehensively.

   "Oh, I know another place down the road.  Much better!" There was a
twinkle in her eyes.

   The Pizza Hut she took me to stood on a corner right across the street
from the local high school.  It was 11:50.  High school kids were swarming
over it like ants on candy!

   "My God, Mindy!  I can't go in there like this!"

   "Why not?  You've done everything else!"

   I was nearly frantic.  I was so horny and the idea of dozens of students
seeing me almost made me cum right there in the car.  But that was exactly
what frightened me.  I didn't know what I'd do if something happened
inside. And somehow I knew it would.

   "Come on, Lisa.  I dare you." There was a twinkle of excitement in her
eyes.

   I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.

   Laughing, Mindy stepped out and we walked arm in arm towards the
restaurant.

   I couldn't believe what I was doing.  I was walking into a restaurant
filled with teenagers.  I was completely nude.

   The parking lot seemed to come to a screeching halt.

   "It's her!" someone called out.

   "That naked girl's out here!" yelled someone else.

   Mindy gripped my arm to give me strength as we walked inside.

   The waitresses eyes widened as she saw me.  She was about 40, overweight
and graying.

   "I'm sorry.  No shirts, No shoes, No service!" she recited with a deep
frown of disapproval.

   "Oh, I think we can make an exception just this once, Vivien," boomed
from behind her.  A huge black man with a beaming smile walked up.  White
shirt and tie.  Obviously the manager.

   "You must be in Ms.  Thompson's class."

   I nodded.

   "Vivien, show the young ladies a seat.  Any friend of Ms Thompson is
welcome here!" he announced, grinning broadly.

   I couldn't believe how much power Ms Thompson seemed to have.  What
could the manager of a Pizza Hut know about a sex psychologist from the
college across town?

   The only table available was in the middle of the room.  I sat down on
the cold vinyl seat.

   "Drinks?" barked Vivien.  Vivien obviously disapproved of young ladies
eating pizza in the nude.

   "Diet Coke," we both replied in unison.

   "Help yourself to the buffet." She turned on her heel and marched away.

   The restaurant had been totally silent this entire time.  Slowly
whispers began to build around us.

   "She's naked!"

   "How can she walk around with nothing on?"

   "Look at her friend!"

   "Why isn't she naked to?"

   "Move your head.  I want to see!"

   I took a deep breath and walked to the counter.  Every eye was glued to
my body.  I was so embarrassed.  I was so horny.  I wanted to hide.  I
wanted to run.  I wanted to fuck somebody.  A small teardrop of juice slid
down the inside of my thigh.

   I got a couple of slices of pizza and made my way back to my seat, Mindy
right behind me.

   The alarm made everybody jump.

   I quickly reached up and hit the snooze button.

   "Not here.  Not now," I thought to myself.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" I replied as waves of perversion washed over me.

   I picked up my silver ware, spread my legs, and slid the handles of my
fork and knife into my soaked pussy.  The cold sent shivers up my spine.

   "My God!  She's masturbating!" the guy across from me yelled.

   "She's sticking her knife in her pussy!" a girl on the other side said.

   I used the two like a pair of tongs, scissoring them back and forth
inside me, spreading my pussy apart.  Sliding down, I spread my legs wider
so that all could see.  My fingers gently flicked my clitoris each time I
crossed it, sending tingles throughout my body.

   Sweat began to roll down my face.

   My breaths were coming out in short gasps.

   The alarm rang!

   I froze.  Frustration boiled within me.

   I slid the silverware out of my and looked around.  Thirty or forty
teenagers were staring at me, some with their mouths actually hanging open.
I swear a couple of guys were even drooling.

   Taking a deep breath I handed the alarm to the guy across from me.

   "Would you please reset this for any time between now and midnight," I
asked.

   "Why?" he asked.  "What's the deal?"

   "I have to masturbate every time it goes off," I answered.

   "Every time?" he asked.

   "Yea," answered Mindy with a twinkle in her eye.  "Every time that thing
rings she has to fuck herself!"

   The guy handed it back to me, grinning.

   Smiling sheepishly, I turned and picked up my pizza.

   The alarm went off again!

   "Way to go, Dan!" yelled someone in the back.

   Hitting the snooze button I looked around for something to fuck.  Mindy
handed me the salt shaker.

   It was about an inch and a half wide and three inches tall.  Pressing
the head against my palm to keep the salt inside, I leaned back, placed my
feet on the table, spread my legs, and slid the base inside me.

   My wet pussy seemed to suck it up into me.  Before I knew it I was
pumping it in and out, my hips squirming.  My hand slid off the top and
salt began pouring onto my dripping lips.

   My eyes opened in surprise.

   My whole pussy began to tingle.  It seemed that I could feel every
single grain of salt as it soaked up my juices and burrowed into my wet
flesh.  My orgasm washed over me making me oblivious to all around me.

   Until the alarm sounded, bringing me back to reality.

   I slid the salt shaker out.  My pussy was tingling.  Burning.

   My hand shook as I handed the alarm to another guy.

   "Set this to sometime between now and midnight," I trembled.

   He set it, quickly, and handed it back.

   Almost as soon as it touched my hand it started to beep again.

   "Give her this!" called a voice from the back.

   A large rolling pin from the kitchen was handed through the crowd to me.


   "Put her on the table!" someone else shouted.

   Strong hands grabbed my arms and legs, lifting me easily to the table
top.

   Standing shakily on top, I looked around at that faces staring up at me,
hungry with lust.

   I spread my legs and jammed the head of the rolling pen inside me.  My
cunt sucked it up.  I pumped it in and out.  My hips pushed down to meet
it. My rhythm increased.  Faster and faster I pumped.  With a loud groan I
pushed it as deep as I could and let the climax roll through me.

   The alarm rang.

   Someone grabbed it and reset it.

   I slid the dripping pen out of my pussy as the alarm sounded again.

   "Here!"

   The manager shoved a huge sausage at me.  It was wrapped in plastic
paper and was about three inches thick and at least 18 inches long.

   Squatting I thrust it inside me.  My body was spread as wide as it had
ever been.  I felt like I would spilt wide open.  I started sliding up and
down.

   Out of the side of my eye I saw a girl with her skirt around her waist,
fingers busy sliding in and out of her knickers.

   Guys all around me were rubbing themselves through their jeans.

   One guy dropped his shorts and pulled his cock out for all to see.  He
gripped it, pulled once, and shot a long stream of cum straight at the
table.

   Someone else opened his jeans and pulled his cock out, sliding his fist
up and down.  The girl next to him had her hands deep inside her jeans.

   Another climax ripped through me.

   The alarm went off.  Instead of handing it to someone I simply hit the
snooze bar.  What was the point of handing it to someone when I knew they
would simply reset it for one minute anyway?

   I pulled the sausage out of my pussy and looked for something else to
fuck.

   A guy beside me stripped off his pants and handed me his boxers!  His
cock stood out long and hard.

   I lay down on my back and pushed them inside me.  They went in and felt
nice, but I still felt empty.

   "More," I whispered.

   Suddenly everyone seemed to be handing me their underwear and knickers.
I started shoving each one inside me until someone pulled my hands away and
started doing it themselves.  It seemed that dozens of hands pushed against
my pussy lips, stuffing me full of boxers, briefs, and knickers.  As the
alarm went off again I sat up and looked around.

   Clothes were scattered around the floor as bare assed teens stared at my
stuffed cunt.

   Mindy stood up on her chair.

   "One at a time come pull something out of her with your teeth!" she
called out.

   Without hesitation a 16 year old boy knelt down and pulled something out
of me.  Another followed.  Then another.  Boys and girls squatted between
my legs and pressed their mouth to my lips searching for a pair of
knickers. At first I could barely feel it as they were pulled out.  The
fewer there were, the more the kids had to push and feel with their tongues
to find their treasure.

   I came, crying out loudly.  Another tongue slid into me.  Then another.
And another.

   I felt something hot hit my stomach and looked up to see a string of cum
fly through the air.

   Two teens were actually fucking on the table beside me.  Mindy was naked
and in a 69 with a guy on the floor, his cock deep in her throat.

   That's when I felt the first cock push inside me.  I looked up and saw a
guy pushing against my pussy.  He looked like a football player.  Large
shoulders.  Thin waist.  I felt him explode inside me.

   Another stepped up as he stepped back.  Then another.  And another.

   I don't know how many fucked me before it was over.  I seemed to slide
in and out of consciousness with each passing climax.

   I became vaguely aware of someone telling everyone to back off.

   The manager, looking somewhat disheveled himself, was telling everyone
to back away.  He came over and gently wiped my face.

   I sat up.  A wave of dizziness washed over me.  I grabbed the edge of
the table to keep from falling down and leaned against his chest.

   "Are you alright, dear," he asked, smiling gently.

   I grinned.

   I looked around.

   We must have had a full-fledged orgy.  Everyone was naked.  16, 17 and
18 year old kids were picking through the clothes looking for what belonged
to them.  Looking at my body I noticed that I was almost white with cum. 
It covered me almost from head to toe.

   Mindy was standing beside me with a huge grin on her face.  She was
nude. A large drop of cum hung precariously off her chin.

   I stood up and a gallon of sperm splashed out of my pussy, splattering
on the floor.  My legs were shaking.  I leaned against the manager for
support.

   The room was strangely silent as everyone dressed and walked out.  It
seemed like everyone was in a daze.  I don't know how many people lost
their virginity, but everyone there had done something to someone.

   I straightened up and looked myself over again.  My pussy was red, my
lips swollen.  My legs were wet and sticky.  I could feel the cum drying on
my face and in my hair.

   I looked at the clock.  It was 1:55.

   "Omygod!  Mindy!  I'm going to be late for practice.  Come on!"

   I grabbed Mindy by the arm and pulled her to towards the door.

   "Wait!  My clothes!" she yelled.

   "No time for that.  Come on!  I'm gonna be late!"

   I pulled her outside just as the manager called after us, "Y'all come
back now!"

   I dragged Mindy to the car, both of us naked except for sneakers, cum
still running down our bodies.