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   A Story in the Naked In School Universe by Wizard CopyrightÂ(C) 2004 by
Wizard

   Chapter 1

   Monday Morning - The Principal's Office

   I wasn't really surprised when the office aid slipped into my homeroom
and handed Miss Morrison a note and she called me up and sent me to the
office.  I'd been expecting it.  Mr.  Turner was out for an operation and
that left Ol'Leech in charge and I just knew he'd want to give me a pep
talk.  He's just that kind of guy.

   I gathered up my books and headed for the office.  Naturally my homeroom
was as far away from the front of the school and the office as it was
possible to get and still be in the same building.  Though the first period
bell had already rang, the halls were full of stragglers and kids who
didn't have a first period class.  I waved to a few and slapped some hands.
I'm not really popular like Jerry and Carl but I get along with almost
everybody.  Actually the only student I don't get along with is Todd Grey,
and he's suspended this week for smoking, so life was good.

   As I stepped into the office the long front counter was manned by Mrs.
Freed and several office aids writing tardy slips for a about twenty kids
lined up in front.  I ignored the line and stepped behind the counter.  I
caught Mrs.  Freed's eye and inclined my head toward Mr.  Turner's office.
She nodded.

   Carly was standing there outside Mr.  Turner's closed door and that
didn't surprise my either.

   "He's on the phone.  He said he'd see us in a few minutes." she
explained, and gestured toward the phone on Mrs.  Freed's desk.  I looked
over and immediately noticed that none of the lights were lit up.  He
wasn't on the phone, he was playing games.  Ol'Leech, actually Mr.  Beech
liked to show how important he was by keeping people waiting.  I grinned
and nodded.

   Carly looked back down at the paperback in her hands and I took the
opportunity to check her out.  She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that
showed her ass nicely.  No holes or rips, that wasn't her style.  An
equally tight black turtleneck that showed the lines of a sports bra
underneath.  Carly's breasts were about average for a high school junior, a
nice handful.  Not that I'd ever had my hands on them.  Her light brown
hair was cut short in what my mom insisted was a pixie cut.  A pair of gold
butterfly studs in her ears and a gold chain around her neck with a '1st'
pendant completed her look.  Carly was all about simple, and simple worked
for her.

   A little background is in order while we wait for Ol'Leech.

   I go to Josef Stalin High School in beautiful Watermelon Mountain,
Idaho. And just so you don't get the wrong idea, Josef Stain High School,
Winston Churchill Middle school, and Charles De Gaulle Elementary were
built in 1945 just before VJ day and named to honor our allies in the war.
When Stalin turned out to be just as big a bully as Hitler, the town
decided that to rename the school would be revisionist history and left it.
So we go to what is probably the only school in the whole world named after
Josef.  Krushev pretty much removed Stalin's name during his term of office
and the fall of the Soviet empire took care of whatever he missed.

   Carly and I have been best friends since she beat me up in the third
grade.  We'd just seen a movie about NASA and the role of female astronauts
and technicians.  On the playground I expressed the opinion that all women
were only good for cooking and having babies.  Carly cheerfully explained
the simplemindedness of my argument.  She did it with two hard rights and a
left that I never saw.  She left me sitting in the dirt crying.  After the
bruises healed, we became best friends.  In my defense, I can point out
that I was only repeating what I'd learned at home.  My dad, though I love
him, is one of the last great male chauvinists.

   Jerry moved to the school in the fifth grade and Carl followed in the
sixth and the four of us became almost inseparable.  I will be the first to
admit that at times I'm a little slow, and I didn't really notice that my
best friend was turning into a major babe until we were all freshmen.  But
Jerry noticed first and the two of them had been going out ever since. 
Fortunately, our school has no shortage of babes, foxes and hotties, so
it's not like I was lonely.  Just nothing special.

   "Come!" came the command from inside the office and I glanced at Carly
as she marked her place with a dollar bill and slid the paperback into her
back pocket.  For some reason the sight made me think of Angie Burke. 
Angie was a senior who would hold a dozen things in her hands rather than
use one of her back pockets.  She did want to ruin the line of her butt,
which I'll admit is rather decorative.

   Carly opened the door and Beech motioned us in.  He was still holding
the phone and talking into it, though I noted that the line light still
wasn't lit.  As we stepped us to the desk, I noticed the program box
sitting on the sofa against the wall, and since it was Monday, wondered who
this weeks victims were going to be.

   The Naked in School program, or more usually just The Program had come
to Josef Stalin at the beginning of the year.  Six students were chosen
each week, mostly at random, and those six students attended school
completely naked.  Two each from the sophomore, junior and senior classes.
The freshmen were exempt, the board figured they were under enough pressure
just getting through the first year of high school.

   During the week, those students were supposed to make their bodies
available for examinations and also any 'reasonable' requests. 
'Reasonable' being the operative word.  If the NiS student refused a
request because of it's dubious reasonableness, the matter went in front of
a peer review council.  If the council decided that the request was in fact
Reasonable, the NiS'er would have to do an extra week in the program.

   The peer review council was one of the changes the Watermelon Mountain
school board made in the program when it adopted it.  In most schools, the
principal passed on the reasonableness of a request.  They made two other
big changes in the program from the way it was run in other schools.  The
program ended when the last bell rang.  It did not apply to after school
activities such as plays and sports.  And it most especially did not apply
to students in town.

   The second big change was the buddy system.  Students could sign up with
one to three of their friends to do the program together.  The board
thought this would give the students an added support system.  For
instance, Carly and I had signed up to do the program with Jerry and Carl.
So that if any one of us were chosen, all of us would be in the program
together.

   The program box was ceremonial.  It was where students chosen for the
program deposited their clothes when first placed into the program, and
each day when they arrived at school.

   "And where and Mr.  Winter and Mr.  Doan?" That would be Jerry and Carl.

   "They won't be here until third period." Carly answered.  "They're
picking up the dunk tank for the school carnival."

   "I see." Beech mused.  I didn't.  What did Carl and Jerry have to do
with anything.  They weren't...

   I glanced at the program box, then I glanced at Carly who was already
looking at me.

   "Mr.  Beech, I..."

   "We'll deal with that when the time comes." Beech interrupted me.  "For
now, you two have been chosen for the program."

   "That won't work." I blurted out.

   Beech took off his glasses and set them on the desk blotter.  Then he
placed both his hands on the upper corners of the blotter and let me have
his most intimidating stare.  "I'm sorry, Mr.  Conners, if our plans
interfere with your social life or whatever, but this school does not and
will not revolve around you."

   "But, sir..."

   "But nothing.  You may remove your clothes now, or I can call the strip
club to do it for you." The strip club were four seniors, all football
players who thoroughly enjoyed helping unwilling program participants get
into the spirit of the program.

   "Sir, I'm not saying no.  I just want to do it next week instead." I
tried to explain.

   "As I said before.  This school does not revolve around you.  I set the
schedule and that schedule says right now." he said firmly.

   "Maybe you should talk to Mr.  Turner first." I suggested and realized
it was a mistake as soon as I said it.  Mr Turner was thirty eight years
old, had been principal of Watermelon Mountain for three years and got
several offers a year from other schools.  Beech was fifty seven and no one
had ever offered him a school of his own.  Major insecurity issues.

   Beech stood up, leaning over the desk on his hands and glared at me. 
"I'm well aware that you don't feel I can run this school without Mark
Turner's help, but YOU WILL do as you're told, and I'll have no more
nonsense out of you."

   "But..." I started.

   Carly put her hand on my arm and interrupted.  "Mr.  Beech, we don't
have any problem with the program.  But we're not even going to be here
this week." she said simply.

   "What do you mean?" he demanded.  "You're here now and you know that
students who fake illnesses or skip school do an extra week for every
missed day."

   "Mr.  Beech!" Carly said with only a trace of exasperation.  "Paul and I
are two of the students assigned to outdoor school this week."

   "Oh." he said and sat down.  I thought we'd gotten through to him, but
after a few seconds he said, "I don't see a problem.  This is a regular
school activity not extra curricular.  You'll do it naked." He leaned back
in his chair and tried to look like he was Solomon and had just handed down
a royal decree.

   "You do realize that this is the middle school?" I asked with a little
more sarcasm than was wise.

   "Yes, Mr.  Conners.  I realize that outdoor school is for middle
students.  I may not be Mark Turner, but I am not an idiot." he brought his
fingertips together in a pyramid in front of his body.  "Junior high and
even elementary students have visited the high school, and we don't cancel
the program for them.  I don't see that this is any different."

   I wondered if getting suspended by explaining to this horse's ass
exactly what the difference was, would count as skipping school for extra
program time.  I was pretty sure that Ol'Leech would make sure it did.

   "Perhaps you should check with Mr.  Atwood?" Carly suggested
diplomatically.

   "Mr.  Atwood is a teacher at the middle school.  I am the principal of
the high school..."

   "Acting!" I insisted, knowing that I'd pay for it down the line but
enjoying the look of annoyance on his face now.

   "Acting." Beech acknowledged.  "Mr.  Atwood will live with it or find
two other students to help him."

   "Considering that we leave in forty five minutes..." I said, glancing at
my watch, "That may not be very convenient."

   "That is not my problem." Isn't it nice to see all of our educators
working together for the common good.

   "Maybe you might want to check with Mr.  McCoy?  He might want to set
policy on this." Carly suggested.  Mr McCoy was our district superintendent
and generally pretty reasonable.  He actually had a doctorate in education,
but with the first name of Leonard, discouraged the honorific.

   Beech stood again.  "I do not need McCoy's help on every little
question, no matter what you two might think.  YOU WILL GET UNDRESSED AND
GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE AND YOU WILL DO IT NOW!" he yelled with his
face turning red.

   I almost reminded him that it was Mr.  Turner's office, but a look from
Carly silenced me.  She backed up to me and lowered her chin to her chest
and I realized that she wanted me to undo her necklace.  I reached up and
with only a little fumbling undid the clasp.

   She cupped the necklace in her hand and put it in her front pocket and
then without a further word grabbed the bottom of er turtleneck and pulled
it up over her head.  For some reason I was surprised that her sports bra
was black.  I guess I expected pink or something.  She had her bra off as
fast as her shirt and stood in front of us topless.

   Her tits were as beautiful as I'd ever imagined.  As I mentioned before,
they were just about a handful and surprisingly they were as tan as the
rest of her, or maybe that was her natural coloring, after all it was
March. Her areolas were about the size of a fifty cent piece with nice
erect nipples.

   "Stop staring and get undressed." Beech ordered and I felt the heat
rushing to my cheeks.  I decided that something nasty needed to happen to
the leech.  I'd have to talk to Carl, he had the most devious mind in our
group.

   I pulled my own t-shirt off and pushed my jeans and underwear down.  I
have narrow hips and didn't even bother unbuckling my belt.  In a flash,
everything was bunched around my ankles.  I was so mad that I didn't even
get hard at the thought of being naked in front of Carly.  I just glared at
Beech as I used my feet to kick off my shoes and push my clothes off my
ankles and step out of them.

   As I reached down to gather up my clothes, I looked beside me and my mad
turned instantly to lust.  Carly as balancing on one leg as she pulled her
own jeans and panties off the other.  She had legs that seemed to go on
forever and a lush little patch of brown fur just on top of her little pink
slit.  I thought I saw the tip of her clitoris peeking out, but told myself
that it was just horny imagination.

   As I straightened up, there was an iron rod sticking straight out from
my pelvis.  I tried to ignore it for the sake of what little dignity I had
left.

   "We'll go ahead and take our clothes." Carly announced.  "Since we won't
be back until Sunday." She turned and headed toward the door.  I followed.
Out in the main office, everyone, even Mrs Freed was staring as we came
out. I guess Ol'Leech had been a little loud.

   The six office aides, did I mention they were all girls, were clustered
around the counter and a couple whistled cat calls at me.  I grinned and
waggled my tentpole in their direction.

   "I'm getting you fixed." Carly giggled as we passed by.



   Chapter 2

   Monday Morning - Middle School Parking Lot

   Outdoor school is a program that a lot of schools around the country
have adopted.  It's usually for students in the sixth, seventh, or eighth
grades and lasts for three to seven days.  In our district it was for the
sixth graders at Winston Churchill and lasts from Monday morning until
Sunday afternoon.  The sixth graders are broken into four groups, two of
boys and two of girls.

   The program takes place at a nature camp owned by the state department
of education and shared by the different schools in this half of the state.
We were lucky that the camp was only two hours away, some schools had
really long bus rides.

   Josef Stalin has an education class for students who are thinking of
becoming teachers, and we frequently helped out in the elementary or middle
schools, The top four students in the class are chosen to assist with
outdoor school.  Picture me shining my fingernails on my chest and blowing
on them in pretend modesty since Carly and I were one and two in the class.
Though I won't bore you with who is who.

   The roster also includes a parent chaperone for each group and four of
the middle school teachers.

   The trip to the middle school parking lot took about a minute and a
half. We shared a common parking lot.  So it was out the front door of the
school, after stopping at our lockers to grab our backpacks and stuff our
clothes into them, across the high school side of the parking lot and into
the middle school side where four buses were waiting.

   We saw Mr.  Atwood standing between two of the buses, his foot on a
bumper writing on a clipboard.  I glanced sideways at Carly, she shrugged
and we headed for him.

   "Mr.  Atwood.  We have a slight problem." I said as we approached.

   Mr.  Atwood growled.  "I don't have time for slight problems.  I don't
have time for small problems and I definitely don't have time for big
problems." he said without looking up.

   "I don't have a problem, but you might." I explained.

   "I also don't have time for riddles." he moaned.  "If you're not part of
the solution, you're part of the..."

   "Mr.  Atwood, look at me." Carly said.

   Atwood looked up, smiled and looked back at his clipboard.  Then he
looked up again, this time his eyes having trouble staying in his head. 
"You're..." > "Naked." Carly and I finished for him.

   "But..."

   "The program." Carly explained.

   "But..."

   "Beech said if you don't like it, you can get other volunteers." I
explained.

   "Give me a second to process..." he said, I noticed that his eyes hadn't
left Carly's tits.  Not that I could blame him.

   "Well..." he said finally.  "I guess we'll just have to deal with it. 
The kids all know about the program.  And some of them have been over at
the high school and seen participants." He looked me over for about ten
seconds and then studied Carly for about a minute.  "There's a section in
the program pamphlet about protective gear for activities, so if it gets
cold or wet, you have my permission in advance to put on as much clothes as
you need."

   I was glad he thought of that, because I hadn't.  The outdoor school
camp was pretty high up on the mountain and in March it could still get
pretty cold, not to mention rain or snow.

   Mr.  Atwood finally stopped staring at Carly's chest and looked back at
his clipboard.  "Are Doug and Marcia..." he left the question unfinished.

   "I don't think so." Carly answered.  "Beech was looking for Jerry and
Carl, but he didn't mention anybody else."

   "That's something." he muttered.  "We have 115 students this year.  I've
broken them into four groups.  Paul your group is twenty-eight of the boys
and Carly your group is twenty-seven.  Doug and Marcia each have thirty in
their groups, but they have easier groups.  I figured you two could handle
it.  Is this..." he glanced again at our naked bodies, "going to make a
difference?"

   "I don't think so." I answered quickly and Carly nodded.

   "Each group has a counselor." he nodded to us, "and a parent chaperone."

   "I hope the parents don't freak." Carly muttered, and Atwood nodded.

   "We have four buses, so we're going to divide by group right here. 
Carly you'll be in bus one and Paul in bus two." He looked up and we nodded
our understanding.  "Remember, this is supposed to be fun, but it's also
supposed to be a learning experience." We nodded again.

   "And it looks like it's Showtime." he said and we looked toward the
middle school and saw a huge mob heading our way.  The noise was incredible
as over a hundred kids talked excitedly at once, but amazingly it quieted
as they got near the bus.

   You know the dream they're always talking about.  Where you walk into
class without your clothes on.  A class, that's like twenty-five or thirty
kids.  Now imagine 115 students, three other teachers, four parents, four
bus drivers and two other high school counselors.  Have you ever had 256
eyes stare at you when you were stark naked?  It's disconcerting.

   I turned to whisper something to Carly and my hard-on which had come
back with all the eyes on me brushed against Carly's leg.  That caused a
lot of giggles from the mob.  It also caused me to blush bright red.  I
could feel the blush on my face and neck and it wouldn't have surprised me
if it extended all the way to my pointy little spear, but I resisted the
temptation to look.

   "Settle down!" Mr.  Atwood said.  He didn't yell, but his voice
projected out through the mob.  "Settle down or we'll all go back to
class." That got their attention.  "A few of you may have noticed that two
of our counselors have been chosen for the program this week." That got a
few laughs.

   "Does anyone have a problem with Paul and Carly being in the program?"
The kids all stood frozen staring at me and Carly.  Three of the parents
standing in the back looked at each other, not sure whether they should
object or not.  The forth parent, a woman just stared at me with a funny
grin on her face, which made me feel even more naked.  I wasn't sure if I
wanted anyone to object or not.  If they objected, did that mean that Mr.
Atwood would tell us to get dressed, or tell us to go back to school.

   "No objections, good." he continued.

   "Hey Doug." I called.  "You've already been in the program.  You could
strip too, for moral support." I called out.

   Doug shook his head, "What makes you think I support your morals." he
called back with a grin.

   "Marcia?" Carly called out.

   "Doesn't make the right fashion statement." she yelled back.  I had to
admit I liked the fashion statement she was making with her tight jeans and
low cut sweater which showed off the tops of her large breasts.

   Definitely not dress code.

   Yes, strangly enough, we still have a dress code that tells girls just
how much leg or chest they can show, and things like that.  Sometimes it's
like living in an alternate universe.  Carly can run around nude, but
Marcia could get detention because her skirt was too short, or she showed
too much cleavage.  Go figure adults.

   Mr.  Altman decided to get us back on track.  "When I call your name,
please go stand in front of the bus number I give you.  Robert Allen, bus
four.  John Alman, bus two.  Sally Atwood, bus one.  That's my bus by the
way." His daughter stepped forward and stuck her tongue out at her dad. 
Mr. Atwood smiled at his daughter and stuck his tongue out in return, then
checked that the boys had both gone were they were supposed to.

   It took about twenty minutes to get all the groups together in front of
their buses.

   "Doug, you and Mr.  Martell will be on bus four.  Marcia, you have bus
three along with Mrs Tate.  Mr.  Linwood and Paul will have the second
group and Carly and I will be on the first bus.  Parents, you're on the
same bus as your child.  Everybody ready?"

   "Mr.  Atwood?" a hand went up in the line for bus one.

   "Yes, Ashley."

   A girl stepped out of her place in line and I recognized her as Ashley
Martin.  She was very pretty and just a little taller than most of the
girls in line with her.  She was a sixth grader, though she was thirteen.
She'd been held back in the forth grade.  Carly and I helped out in the
middle school frequently and I knew Ashley could always be called upon to
make an embarrassing comment or question.

   "My big brother was in the program a couple of weeks ago." I remembered.
Dennis had not been a happy camper.  His cock was huge and hard almost
constantly and he got real tired of all the comments and jokes.  Being an
all-state halfback, most of the jokes were made where he couldn't hear
them.

   "That's nice, and your point?"

   "Well, I read the program pamphlet."

   "Yes?"

   "Boys are supposed to use girl's restrooms and showers and vice versa."
I saw what was coming and made a mental note to hurt Ashley.

   "Yes?"

   "Shouldn't Paul be with our group and Carly with the boys then?" she
asked sweetly.

   "I don't know..." he mused, looking at me and Carly, then at the four
groups of preteens.

   "After all, the program is set up that way for a reason." Ashley
continued.

   Mr.  Atwood looked upset and motioned for the other teachers to join
him. The stepped back and went into a huddle a few feet away.  I don't know
what was said, but I saw Mrs.  Tate motion to the small building set off at
the top of the parking lot, the district office.

   After a minute, the huddle broke apart.  "Miss Martin has a good point.
Paul you'll be with me and Carly, you'll go with Mr.  Linwood." I thought I
saw a small smile creep across Linwood's face, but who could blame him.

   "All right, pardners..." Mr.  Atwood said in a passable John Wayne
imitation as he circled a finger above his head, "Head 'em up and move 'em
out."

   I stepped up behind the line of girls boarding the first bus, making
sure my spear didn't goose the sixth grader in front of me.  In the front
of the line, I could hear Sally Atwood telling everybody "Daddy practices
the John Wayne bit every year."

   It was a large bus.  Much larger than necessary for the twenty seven
girls, teacher, parent and me.  The girls all settled in the back of the
bus while Mr.  Atwood and Debbie Martin, Ashley's mom took the seats on
either side of the aisle in the first row.  That left five rows of empty
seats between the adults and the kids and I took the row in the middle
leaving me a nice little no-man's land in between.

   The first hour was pretty quiet.  I could hear Mr.  Atwood and Mrs. 
Martin up front discussing old rockers like Elton John, David Bowie and
Peter Frampton.  In the back I could hear the buzz of a dozen different
conversations and at least three different boom boxes.

   My cock would soften then some little munchkin would go up front to ask
Mr.  Atwood something and coming back would make a point of checking me out
and I'd get hard all over again.  It was not the most comfortable ride I'd
ever taken.

   I was almost dozing when a small voice brought me back.  "Can I touch
it?" I opened my eyes and three girls were hanging over the seat in front
of me and two more stood in the aisle.  Janae was in between Danni and
Stephy, the twins.  Ashley and Kayla were standing in the aisle.  It was
Kayla who'd spoken.

   "I don't think so." I answered stiffly, aware that my cock twitched at
the thought of being touched.

   "The rules say any reasonable request." Ashley reminded me.

   "That's for high school students." I told her, my voice making it clear
that I thought she was a little girl.  Though I had to admit, for a little
girl, her tits were just as big as Carly's and she didn't bother with a
bra.

   "Actually, the pamphlet says 'student request'.  It doesn't specify high
school student."

   "But..." what did she do, memorize the damn thing.

   "What happens if you turn down a reasonable request?" Janae wanted to
know.

   "I'd have to do an extra week in the program." I admitted.

   "So, can I touch it?" Kayla asked again.

   "I guess..." I started, but Kayla had sat down next to me and without
any hesitation wrapped her eleven year old hand around my favorite
appendage.

   I kept reminding myself that she was a little girl and I was almost an
adult as my cock reacted to the feeling of her hand around it.  It felt
damn good, especially after having been hard so long.  I was amazed that I
didn't shoot off at once.

   "Let me." Danni said and reached over the seat.  Kayla let go of my
shaft and cupped my balls as Danni's hand wrapped around the head of my
cock.

   "Too bad you're not in school, then you could ask for relief." Ashley
mused.  The program allowed boys to ask for relief at the beginning of each
period.  Usually one or more girls would volunteer to help but sometimes
the unpopular ones would have to do it to themselves.  "Would you like
relief?"

   You know the scene in the old science fiction movies when a computer
would sputter and spark as it tried to process two conflicting commands? 
That's what my head felt like.  On the one hand, the idea of a little girl
giving me relief was ridiculous.  I mean, I'm not some kind of child
molester.  The hands on my cocks were only eleven for heaven's sake.  But
on the other hand, my damn cock had been hard almost continuously for two
hours and the idea of relief was like the holy grail.

   "I don't..." I'm not sure what I was going to say, my brain was still
spinning.  But Ashley took it for yes.  She leaned across Kayla's lap and
her lowered her face over my crotch.  Danni let go of my shaft and Ashley
sucked the head into her mouth.  As her lips closed over my cock, I felt a
wave of pleasure like never before.

   My balls, still cupped in Kayla's hand clenched and then released in a
spasm and I could feel the first gush of semen explode from the head of my
cock into Ashley's mouth.  I had the feeling that she'd done this before,
because she reacted like a vacuum cleaner, pulling every drop deep into her
throat.  My eyes clenched shut and I felt like I was riding a wave of
pleasure as Ashley's tongue expertly caressed my head and her lips moved up
and down my shaft.

   "Go Ashley, Go Ashley." I heard the three girls in the seat ahead of us
chant.

   "I see everything's all right here." I heard Mr.  Atwood say and opened
my eyes to see him standing in the aisle next to us.

   "Uh." was all I could say.

   "Everything's fine." Ashley said as she sat up and wiped a single drop
of cum from the corner of her mouth.  "I was just giving Paul a little
relief."

   "That's very nice of you." Mr.  Atwood said and passed back toward the
back of the bus.  I wondered if I could still get into Stanford if I got
expelled for getting a blowjob from a sixth grader while on a school trip.

   Then I remembered that Ashley's mom was just a few rows ahead of us.  I
looked forward and she had leaned back and appeared to be dozing.  The
girls were all playing with my deflated cock, which I worried wouldn't stay
deflated long if they continued their explorations.

   "You'd better go back to your seats now." I said in a raspy voice. 
"We'll be at the camp soon."

   The younger girls started to complain but Ashley took charge.  "Sure
thing.  After all, we've got all week." They got up and with Stephy giving
my snake a last squeeze moved toward the back of the bus.  I wondered what
Ashley meant by that.



   Chapter 3

   Monday Morning - Outdoor School Camp

   "I see the swellings gone down." Carly greeted me as I stepped off the
bus.  Ours was the last bus to arrive.

   "How was your trip?" I asked.  I'd been the last one off the bus.  The
girls in my group had all joined into the general mob in the dirt parking
lot of the camp.

   "Interesting.  You'd think none of those boys had ever seen a tit
before." she said with a grin.

   "Well, it is an especially beautiful tit." I said and blushed.

   "Thank you." Carly replied with a raised eyebrow.  "How was your ride?"

   "It was fine the first half, but then a few of the girls thought that
touching my, uh, cock was a reasonable request.  Did you know that the
pamphlet doesn't specify high school students when it talks about
reasonable requests?"

   "Yeah.  I've got one in my bag and I read it as soon as I got on the
bus. Did you let them?"

   "I had to, it was reasonable."

   "Yeah, I don't want to do an extra week either.  So whose hand did you
cum all over and did you scare her?"

   "I, uh..." Carly arched her eyebrow again and I decided to come clean.
"Actually, Ashley gave me a blowjob.  She thought I needed relief." I knew
I was blushing again.  "I didn't ask." I added quickly.

   "Ashley Martin?" I nodded.  "Why am I not surprised?" she asked herself.

   She looked at my face and laughed.  "I'll bet you're feeling guilty as
hell?"

   "Wouldn't you?" I retorted.

   "Knowing you and knowing Ashley and understanding male anatomy, not a
bit." she said smugly.



   The day went pretty smoothly from there.  We took about an hour to get
everyone settled in their bunk rooms.  The bunk rooms were long with
thirteen bunkbeds on one side and twelve bunk beds and a single bed on the
other.  The single bed was for the student counselor and sat right next to
the door.  In the back, there was a shower room with a large open shower
and half a dozen toilet stalls and sinks.  Then next to it their was a
small room for the chaperone.  My bunkroom was on one side of the dining
hall and Carly's was on the other.  There were two more bunk rooms on
either side of the recreation hall.  And a small building in between that
held the administration office and several small apartments for the
teachers.

   With beds for fifty and only twenty seven girls, we had lots of room to
spread out.  After we all settled in, we headed next door to the dining
hall for a lunch of hamburgers and potato chips and listened to the
resident camp director tell us about the upcoming week.

   Bill Lang was a graduate student in ecology who was spending four months
living at the camp and hosting groups from all the schools in this part of
Idaho as they learned, or at least pretended to learn about nature.

   As we got to know him, we discovered that he was a pretty neat guy, and
passionate about nature and ecology.  But he was not happy about Carly and
me.  Maybe I should say after he got done staring at Carly and slobbering,
he was not happy about us.  He went into a meeting with Mr.  Atwood and the
other teachers as soon as we were assigned to our bunkrooms.  When we saw
him at lunch, he still didn't look happy.

   After he'd given us the schedule of events, subject to change by the
weather, he called Carly and I up to the small raised stage where the
parents and teachers had their table.  My cock had been quiet since Ashley
gave it her treatment, but now as I stood in front of the room, I felt it
stirring.

   "Ladies and Gentemen, take a good look." he ordered and we could feel
all the adolescent eyes on us.  He indicated that we should turn slowly
around and we did.  "This..." he waved to us, "is part of nature, but it is
not the nature we are going to be studying.  Mr.  Atwood has explained THE
PROGRAM to me and I think it's probably a good thing, but try not to let it
get in the way of why you are here.  We are going to learn about the
eco-system of the forest, we'll leave human anatomy for another time."

   He seemed satisfied that they got the message, because he sent Carly and
I back to our seats and then gave final instructions for the afternoon's
activities.



   My cock decided to behave.  It had half risen during Mr.  Lang's talk
but then it retreated and all was well.  One funny moment happened on our
first nature walk.  Several of the girls had come over and wanted to feel
my limp little worm, including Sally Atwood.

   "When you let Janae feel you up, she said it was hard and throbbing."
she accused.

   "Yeah." I agreed.

   "It's not now, That isn't fair."

   "Well, I suppose we could go talk to your dad about it.  He might have a
suggestion."

   Sally decided that flaccid was okay and scampered off with her friends.

   Can't you just picture it, Sally standing in front of her father saying,
'But Daddy, he won't get a hard-on for me.'

   Anyway, as I was saying, my cock decided to behave until later that
afternoon and that was my fault.

   The groups had all come back from their nature walks.  There were over a
dozen different trails and each group had taken a different one.  Marcia,
Carly and I were all comparing notes, Doug had disappeared somewhere. 
Marcia's not my favorite person, in fact, she's one of my least favorite
persons except from a decorative point of view, but when there's only three
other kids your age within thirty miles, you make allowances.

   You know how in the teenaged high school movies, there's always a queen
bee type to persecute the hero?  Marcia could have eaten her for breakfast.
Head cheerleader even though she was a junior and there were four seniors
on the squad.  Editor of the school paper, and just to break stereo type,
vice president of the honor society and captain of the debate team.  She
was also a stone fox.  Coal black hair that hung halfway down her back,
generous tits and an ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off it.

   So we talked for several minutes and Carly and Marcia decided to go to
the rec hall and I was going back to my bunk, that's when I made my
mistake. I watched those two beautiful asses move away from me comparing
the way they moved.  Carly's totally unencumbered by clothing, and Marcia's
squeezed into a pair of jeans at least two sizes too small for her.  As I
watched, my friend came roaring back for a visit.

   I walked into the bunkroom and several girls immediately noticed my
erect member.  A few came out to touch it, including Sally Atwood.  "That's
more like it." she cooed as her hand stroked my tentpole.  After a couple
of minutes, I shooed them away and went to lay on my bed, my flagpole
pointing proudly to the ceiling, my hands behind my head, fingers
interlaced...

   "Attention!  Attention, K-Mart shoppers." I yelled after a couple of
minutes.  "In exactly fourteen minutes, at ten till, I will be taking a
shower before dinner." There were a few giggles but mostly the room was
quiet.  "I don't mention that so that you little pervs can get front row
seats..."

   "Hey!" several objected.

   "But if you don't want me checking you out in the shower, you may want
to get your showers first." I pretended to stare at the ceiling, but
noticed several girls turn bright red at the thought.  Most of the girls
grabbed towels and headed for the shower room.

   I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, counting the lines in the
wood grain.  Then I swung my legs off the bed and sat up.  The room was
empty.  I checked my watch and rummaged in my backpack for a towel.  One
thing I'll say in the program's favor, it doesn't take long to get ready
for a shower.

   I pulled out my favorite Scooby Doo towel and headed for the shower
room. The entire group was in there.  Most were dressed, but a few were
wrapped sarong style in towels.  I ignored them and hung my towel on a hook
and stepped into the empty shower bay.  I turned on the water and let it
get hot.  "Is everybody ready for dinner?" I asked as I stepped under the
spray.

   There were several grunts and other unintelligible answers.  I picked up
a bar of soap and started lathering my chest.

   "I haven't had my shower yet." a voice said.  Even if I hadn't
recognized Ashley's voice, I would have known it was her.  I looked over
and she dropped the towel she'd been wrapped in and stepped toward me.  For
a thirteen year old, she looked pretty good.  I remembered the blowjob
she'd given me and my cock twitched.  Her tits were the same size as
Carly's though her areolas were smaller and darker.  The patch of hair
above her pussy was a lot smaller too.

   "I'll get your back for you." she offered and before I could object, she
had another bar of soap and was lathering my back.  It didn't take her long
to work down to my butt and as her soapy finger slid between my cheeks I
felt my cock twitch again.

   "I need my shower too." Sally Atwood said and quickly dropped her towel.
She was smaller than Ashley.  Her tits had just begun to swell and the hair
on her pussy was so fine, I almost thought she was bald at first.  She
stepped into the shower with us, soaped up a hand and without bothering to
ask, started to help me clean my cock.  Her soapy hand slid up and down my
six inches and before I could warn her, my sperm gushed out and splatted
across her stomach and legs.

   She dropped me and jumped back just as a second stream dribbled out and
landed on the shower floor.  The other girls laughed as Sally wiped at the
sticky white goo.  I didn't know what to say, 'sorry about that' just
didn't seem to cover it.  Sally turned and ran out of the shower room, not
even bothering to pick up her towel.

   Ashley was still cleaning my ass, trying to work her soapy little finger
into my asshole.  I reached back and captured her hand.  "Enough!" I said
and started rinsing myself off.  As I stepped out of the shower and picked
up my towel the girls scattered back to the bunkroom.  I dried myself off,
sneaking a few looks at Ashley who was calmly soaping her sexy little body.

   When I was dry, I leaned over and picked up Sally's towel and walked
back into the bunkroom.  All the girls were dressed and sitting together in
groups on the bunks except Sally.  She was still naked and laying face down
on her bunk.  I walked over and sat down.  "You okay?"

   She rolled over and looked at me, "I guess so?" It was more of a
question than an answer.

   "I'm sorry about that.  I didn't have time to warn you."

   "That's okay.  I was just surprised." She lifted one leg up and put her
foot on the bed next to her other knee, opening her pussy up.  "Did you
like it?" she asked coyly.

   "It felt very good." I admitted.

   "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked in her sexiest voice.

   "No!" I yelled.

   The room got very quiet, then the laughter started.  Some whispers, then
more laughter.  Sally looked like she wanted to crawl inside her pillowcase
as she lay there staring up at me, just a hint of a tear in the corner of
her eye.

   I looked around and saw that everyone was staring at the two of us.

   I was not happy.  Not happy with myself.  Not happy with Sally.  Not
happy with my group.  And definitely not happy with Beech.  Something very
nasty was going to happen to our vice principal.

   "I will count to three and everyone will be gone to dinner, or you will
be very unhappy." I said in my most serious voice.

   "Or what?" Ashley challenged.  "You'll spank us?"

   "No, you'd enjoy that.  Remember Rick?" There was only one Rick in the
sixth grade.  Nice kid but a major geek.  Picked his nose and his butt and
had several other less than wholesome habits.  It was a good thing that he
was a computer genius because he was going to need ten or twenty million
dollars to get a date.

   "If there is anyone here when I count three, I will arrange for them to
get some alone time with Rick.  I hear he wants to learn to french kiss." I
grinned.

   "One."

   "You're bluffing." Ashley challenged.

   "Maybe.  Two."

   A couple of girls edged toward the door.  I grinned and they broke.  I
never said three, but the room was empty except for Sally and me.

   "Sit up!" I ordered and she slowly complied.  When she was sitting on
the side of the bed, I picked her up and sat her on my leg, my arm around
her back.  I realized that if her dad walked in now, I'd never get to
Stanford and would be lucky to get into Watermelon Mountain Community
Collage.

   "Number one.  I like you a lot.

   "Number two.  I think you're cute."

   "And number three.  You keep surprising me."

   She'd been looking down, whether at her toes or my limp dick, I didn't
know.  Now she looked up at me.  "You think I'm cute?  That's all?"

   "You're twelve.  That's all there is right now.  Sorry." I smiled at
her. "I'm seventeen and to me, you're a very cute kid.  But you are a kid.
Understand?"

   "But Ashley's only thirteen and you let her give you a blowjob?"

   "I didn't let Ashley do anything.  She just did.  And the difference
between twelve and seventeen and thirteen and seventeen may not seem like
much, but trust me, it's huge."

   "So you don't want to do anything with me?"

   "Sally," I said, taking a stray hair and pushing it back on her head,
"If I were twelve, I'd be thinking so much about fucking you, that I
probably couldn't pass a second grade spelling test.  Cat, K-A-T."

   "And if I was seventeen, I wouldn't give you the time of day." she said
with a grin.

   "Now that I can believe." I grinned back.  "Race you to get dressed and
get to dinner.  On your mark, get set, go." I said as fast as I could.

   Sally jumped up and started pulling clean clothes out of her bag.  "Hey,
wait a minute." she said as she pulled on a pair of pink panties.  "You
don't have to get dressed." she accused.

   "I have to put on shoes." I said in my defense.  "

   I don't know what she was complaining about.  As I was tying my second
shoe, she was scooting out the door yelling "See ya sucker."

   I grinned to myself as I finished tying a bow.

   "That was sweet."

   Even though I was sitting down, I felt like I jumped a foot.  I looked
around and Debbie Martin, Ashley's mom was leaning against a bunk about
four rows away.

   I stood up."I didn't realize that anyone was here."

   "I especially liked the part where you told her that if you were twelve,
you'd be thinking about fucking her all the time."

   "I, uh..." what do you say to that.  Normally a counselor shouldn't be
talking about wanting to fuck one of his twelve year olds.  But there
hadn't been anything normal about this day since I walked into Ol'Leech's
office.

   "Oh, I'm not mad." she said as she moved closer.  "I was jut surprised
that you didn't tell her that you only fucked for love." She reached down
and grabbed my limp cock, cupping it in her hand and rubbing it with her
thumb.

   "I, uh, I couldn't very well say that after she heard that As...  that
I'd gotten a blowjob earlier." I didn't want to make things worse by
admitting that her daughter had done the deed.

   "Honest and sincere."

   "Uh." I was amazed as how quickly my cock was coming alive under her
touch.  I mean, if Ashley was thirteen that meant she was probably thirty
one or two.  Intellectually, I realized that wasn't all that old, but it
seemed old.  But she was actually a very pretty woman.  Big tits and long
legs.  Not a bad combination.

   "I'm not twelve.  Will you fuck me?"

   "Uh, Mrs Martin, I don't know..."

   "Hush, I do." she whispered and continued to stroke my now stiff rod. 
"I've been watching that tool of yours all day, and I think I have just
what you need."

   "Mrs.  Martin, we..."

   "Maybe you should stop calling me Mrs Martin." she said as she pulled my
cock under her knee length skirt and I realized that she hadn't bothered
with panties.  My head touched the folds of her pussy and I realized that
she was already wet and ready.  I knew I should protest, but instead I
drove my cock forward and entered her in one thrust.  "Easy stud." she
cooed.  "We have time."

   I pulled my cock almost out of her warm moistness and then slammed it
back in.  She grabbed my hips and then maneuvered us to where she could
fall back on the bunk with me on top.  With the added leverage I was able
to pushed even deeper inside of her.  I felt like I was pushing up against
her spine.  Her cunt seemed to grip at my cock as I tried to pull out
again. I felt like I was ready to explode.

   She grabbed my shoulders and rolled us over until I was on my back and
she was sitting straddled across my hips.  "Easy big boy." she cooed, "Try
to make it last."

   I wanted to, but I knew that I was too close.  If it hadn't been for
Sally's accidental hand job a few minutes before, I wouldn't have lasted
this long.  Mrs Martin slowly fucked me, her speed building as she realized
that I was so close.

   "I'm gonna..." the rest was lost in a long sigh as the pressure that had
been building in me released and my cum gushed into her warm receptive
pussy.  She kept pumping as she drained every drop from my shrinking cock,
the she lay down against me.

   "Did you...  ?" I started to ask, embarrassed at my lack of control.

   "No, but that's okay.  You needed it more than I did."

   "I..."

   "Hush." she told me.  "Next time will be better."

   I hadn't even considered a next time.  It may seem callous, but I wasn't
even sure I wanted a repeat performance.

   "I wasn't wearing a rubber." I stuttered.

   "I noticed." she grinned as she pulled herself off of me.  Her skirt
covered her, but I imagined I heard a little plop as my cock pulled free.

   "It was fun, stud." she said as she walked away, looking like a typical
PTA mom.  I wondered if my sperm would leak down her leg.

   I lay on the bunk, catching my breath.  I was a little embarrassed and a
lot annoyed that the Martin family seemed to be taking control of my sex
life.  I admit, that my sex life hadn't been much up to this point, but it
had been mine.  I'd had exactly six blow jobs in my life before Ashley. 
From two different girls.  And now her mom had gotten my cherry.  What was
next, big brother Dennis going after my ass.

   I got up and went in to take another quick shower.  I wanted to eat
dinner with Carly, and didn't want to smell like sex.

   Or Mrs Martin.



   Chapter 4

   Monday Night

   Carly and I were sitting around one of the campfires.  There were six
burning, all with logs circled around them for people to sit on.  We were
both wearing t-shirts and sweat pants since the night had turned cold, even
sitting near the fire.  I hadn't bother with underwear, and I knew that
Carly hadn't either, since I'd watched her dress.

   Most of the kids who'd been sitting around our fire had moved to other
fires, or back to the bunkrooms, so Carly and I had some privacy, at least
for a few minutes.  I put my arm around her and she moved in closer. 
Strictly for warmth you understand.

   Jerry's dad worked for the Bureau of Land Management for the federal
government.  I wondered for a second how hard it would be to hack into the
BLM computers and transfer him to Texas or Florida.  I grinned at the
thought.

   "You seem to be in a pretty good mood." Carly remarked.

   "It hasn't been the worst day in my life." I admitted.

   "Program and all?"

   "Program and all."

   We stared into the fire for a little while.  I noticed a few more kids
deserting the fires and heading for the bunkrooms.

   "Still a virgin?" Carly asked a few minutes later with a small giggle.

   I pulled away from her and stared at her startled expression.  "I, us,
that is, I mean, why would you say that?" I sputtered.

   Carly grinned.  "Paul, relax.  Breath." I realized that I hadn't been.
"I was making a joke, not an accusation."

   "I..."

   "Paul.  You don't have anything to be ashamed of.  I was joking, I said.
You're my friend, I'm not here to judge you.  Obviously something happened.
But you have nothing to feel guilty about.  You're in a hard, excuse me, a
difficult situation.  If you wind up fucking all the little girls in camp,
I won't think any less of you."

   "But they're just kids." I protested, even though I hadn't touched any
of them.

   "Fully equipped kids in a lot of cases." Carly reminded me.  I felt
relieved.  "Of course, touch Marcia, and I'll make your life a living
hell." she added with an evil grin.

   "Thought never entered my mind." I said truthfully.  I'd admired Marcia,
but never considered doing anything with her.

   "Liar!" Carly accused.

   I put my hand over my heart.  "Swear to God."

   "Well, okay." Carly said and settled back against my side.

   I decided that I wanted carly to know the truth.  To know everything.

   "It wasn't one of the sixth graders." I said softly.

   "Oh?" she seemed to stiffen a bit.

   "It was Ashley's mom."

   "Uh..." This time she definitely tensed.  I wondered if I'd just run off
the cliff like Wiley Coyote and was now hanging in mid air, legs pumping
and nowhere to go but down.

   "I think you should know something." Carly said after a minute.  "Mrs
Martin has already fucked Mr.  Linwood today.  And I think she might have
done something with Bobby Tanger's dad.  She's kind of a nympho."

   I relaxed.  Carly wasn't mad, she was worried about my feelings.

   "I'm not in love with her or anything." I assured her.  "In fact, it
wasn't even my idea.  It just kind of happened."

   "She couldn't resist your little toy." carly said and patted the crotch
of my sweat pants.  My first reaction was shock.  My second was that I
wished I hadn't put on pants.

   "It's not that little." I said defensively.

   "Relax Tiny." she said, patting my crotch again.  "You have nothing to
be ashamed of."

   I looked around and saw that we were the only ones still sitting by the
fires.  I made as if to get up.  "I wonder if Marcia is still up?" I said.

   Carly's hand closed on my cock which had been soft even with the pats,
but now started to get hard again.  "I could have this stuffed and mounted
on my wall." she said with a hard squeeze.

   "Your mom would never let you." I said.  "You'd have to keep it in a
drawer." She squeezed again.  "If you're not careful, there's going to be a
mess to clean up."

   "Not my problem." she said and with a final squeeze, let go.

   "You know, it's been a strange day.  I had a dozen different fingers in
my pussy." she mused.  I wondered if that was an invitation.  "And two in
my ass." She stood up.  "We'd better go check on our animals."

   I grunted in reply and stood up too.  We walked toward the dining hall
together, as we got to the building, we split up and headed for our
respective doors.  Just before she opened her door, Carly called, "You
know, I can think of a lot worse things than being in the Program with you
at outdoor school." Then she disappeared inside, leaving me to wonder just
what she meant.