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 ï>¿NiS: Outdoor School

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

   Chapter 5

   Tuesday Morning

   "You know, you're cuter than I remembered." Marcia said as she stepped
up behind me.  She was wearing a pair of very short cut-offs and a half
shirt.

   "That's probably because you only remember my clothes, and you didn't
like them." I said dryly.

   "Probably.  She agreed, missing the sarcasm.  We were waiting outside
the office for Bill Lang to get copies of the daily schedule.  "Is that
your usual morning wood?" she asked

   "Uh." I grunted.  Usually, my morning hard-on didn't last all the way
through breakfast.

   "It's kind of nice." she said wrapping her hand around it.

   "Marcia, I don't..."

   "Reasonable request, remember." she said as her hand started moving up
and down my shaft.  "It's not as big as Tommy Lane's" she mused.  "But
definitely bigger than Johnny Kenwood's."

   I wondered just how many cocks she'd had her hands on and if she was
going to compare me to the entire list.  It only took a half dozen strokes
before my cock spasmed and three large spurts of cum splattered on the
floor.

   "You really need to work on your endurance." she suggested as she
released my once proud cock.

   Before I could think of a retort, the office door opened and Bill Lang
stepped out holding several papers.  He glanced at the two of us, then the
small puddle on the floor.  Without a word, he handed us each some of the
papers and went back into the office.

   I blushed, but Marcia seemed totally unconcerned.  She patted me on the
butt, said "Ta-ta." and left with her share of the papers.  I looked around
to see if anyone had seen.  I saw no one.  I glanced down at the small
puddle of goo on the floor, but I didn't see anything to clean it up with,
so I left it.



   As I walked back toward the dining hall, I thought about me life.  In
the last twenty four hours, I'd been blown, fucked, and hand jobbed and not
once was it my idea.  I wondered if one of the hidden purposes of the
program was to have me lose control of my life.  Or at least, lose the
illusion that I had any control of my life.

   I smiled when I saw Carly standing out in front of the dining hall, and
wondered how she'd take the news that Marcia had given me a hand job.  At
least last night had been peaceful.  I'd gone back in the bunkroom, my
hard-on leading the way and plopped onto my back on my bed.  Several of the
girls had approached for a feel, but a dark look from me changed their
minds.  Ashley's mom hadn't been around, and in fact didn't come back all
night, though she was sitting at breakfast as if noting had happened.



   We were all a little winded as we reached the halfway point of our
nature walk.  We'd been on trail number three and it was all uphill.  The
good news was that it would be downhill on the way back.  Mr.  Atwood was
in a good mood.  The girls had all seemed at least a little interested as
he pointed out various plants and flowers, most marked with small
unobtrusive signs.

   The handout that I'd brought him from Bill Lang had pointed out spots
where we were likely to spot small animals.  The girls all cooed over the
baby rabbits we saw and had to be reminded repeatedly not to get too close.

   A few minutes before we'd reached the top, we'd stopped to watch a hawk
circling above us.  Everyone was silent as the hawk swooped and circled,
then suddenly dove into the brush on the mountainside below us.  I think
Jenna Magnus summed it up for most of the girls a few seconds later when
the hawk returned to the sky a small animal clutched in it's talons, "Uhh,
gross." It was pretty far away and I told the girls it was a big rat,
though I thought it was a small rabbit.  The circle of life, you got to
love it.

   Mr.  Atwood had me a the back of the pack, watching for stragglers. 
Unfortunately it also had me watching all those little butts as they
wiggled their way up the mountain.  About half of the girls were wearing
jeans and apparently they had trouble finding their sizes, because most of
them looked a few sizes too small.  The rest were in shorts and cut-offs,
most of which went against the current fad to really long shorts.  Most of
these were right up to their crotches.

   Intellectually, I knew these were kids, Little girls.  But somehow my
cock didn't get the message.  It was like an old hunting dog that was ready
to flush some fresh game.  Just a note, taking a long uphill hike with a
really hard cock swaying in the breeze is not the most fun way I've ever
spent a morning.

   We scattered around a small clearing at the top of the trail.  Mr. 
Atwood and Mrs Martin were looking at something off to one side and I found
a small semi-private area off to the other.  I tried sitting on an old log,
but old dry bark and bare butts don't mix well.  Scratchy.  So I stood,
looking back down the mountain.

   Watermelon Mountain, both the town and the mountain itself had been
named in honor of Jedidiah T.  Watermelon.  The rumor was that it wasn't
safe for a young good looking guy like myself to bend over when around old
Jedidiah.  Another rumor was that Jedidiah was actually the son of a
British Lord who was a little too friendly with the boys in his Sunday
school class and was sent to the United States to make his fortune, and
hopefully not embarrass dear old dad.  Whatever, it was a beautiful
mountain.

   "Is it a compass too." A voice said from behind me.

   I started to ask what, when I realized that my little spear was pointing
almost directly North.  "It has all sorts of uses." I said as I turned
around.  About half of the girls were standing behind me.

   "Maybe you could use it o cut down a tree." Janae suggested as she
wrapped a hand around the head.

   "Or dig a well?" Sally suggested cupping my balls.

   "Girls, don't be mean." Ashley said as she pushed between them and
dropped to her knees.  "Can't you see he's in pain.  Don't you know that
one of these can kill a guy if left alone too long."

   "I really wanted to tell Ashley and all the other girls that was an old
myth suggested by boys to girls to take advantage of their nurturing
instincts, but at that moment Ashley pulled Janae's hand away from my cock
and her mouth closed on the tip and I really didn't want to interrupt.

   All of the other girls had come over and were watching as Ashley
expertly moved her mouth over my long suffering tool.  On the one hand, I
wanted to prove myself superior and not react to the little minx's
ministrations, but on the other, I wanted to cum so hard I'd blow her onto
her ass.  I hated myself for reacting to a thirteen year old, but admired
her skill.  It was a dichotomy.

   "Maybe you ladies could give them some privacy." I looked up at Mr. 
Atwood just as my cock released a torrent of cum into Ashley's mouth.  From
the corner of my eye, I noticed that Sally had managed to release my balls
and assume a disapproving, somewhat shocked look before her father noticed
her

   I made a note to suggest drama to her.

   Ashley stood up and grinned unashamedly at Mr Atwood, then moved off
toward the other girls.  "I've got to admit you've got balls." Mr.  Atwood
commented dryly.  "With her mother only fifty feet away." I looked over and
Mrs Martin was sitting on a log looking the other way.

   "I, uh, it wasn't exactly my idea." I stuttered.

   "You didn't stop it."

   "I..."

   "That's okay.  In your position, I'm not sure I could have stopped it
either." Was that a note of envy in his voice?  "Just try to be a little
more discreet.  Like Mr.  Lang said, That's not the kind of biology we're
teaching this week." He turned to walk back to Mrs Martin and I thought I
caught the hint of a smile on his face.  I wondered if his reaction would
have been as calm if Sally had still had her hand on my balls when he came
over.



   Chapter 6

   Tuesday Night

   The kids were all sitting in the rec hall listening to Mr.  Lang talk
about the food chain on the mountain and Carly and I decided to take a walk
to help dinner settle.  The day had been pretty uneventful since Ashley's
blowjob.  We'd finished our hike back at camp and then had lunch.  Mr. 
Lang had given a talk about flowers, then we'd taken another, though
shorter nature walk.

   We'd gotten back about four and went down to the swimming hole.  There
was a small stream that ran behind the camp and somebody had built a dam
that let a good sized depression fill with water and make a good sized
swimming hole.  Only about twenty kids braved the water, it came right off
the snow melt further up the mountain and was really cold.  Most just sat
around and enjoyed the free time.

   We had dinner about six.  Pork chops.  I love pork chops and I ate way
too many of them.  As the kids settled in for their lecture, I was feeling
a little uncomfortable in the middle and invited Carly for a walk.  We
grabbed jackets because it was starting to cool off.

   It probably looked pretty funny, two teenagers walking off wearing
jackets and nothing else.  We finished up at the deserted swimming hole. 
and used the jackets as seat covers on a convenient log.  "It's been a hell
of a day." Carly said as she leaned against me and rested her head on my
naked shoulder.

   "That it has." I agreed, thinking about Marcia's hand job and Ashley's
mouth.  "So how many little fingers explored your pussy today?"

   "About twenty." she admitted.  "And three tongues."

   "Really?" I was surprised.

   "Yeah." she said, slightly embarrassed.  That surprised me more.  Carly
didn't get embarrassed.

   "You want to tell me about it?" I figured that if I couldn't have her, I
could live vicariously through some little perverts.

   "Okay." she agreed.  "We were in the bunkroom getting ready for the
swimming hole this afternoon.  Most of the boys had already left, only
Timmy Abbott and the Carlisle twins were left.  They all got undressed and
were making sure I got an eyeful of their little wieners.  'What do you
think?' Timmy wanted to know, he was pushing his hips forward as mush as he
could."

   "I told him that it would probably grow someday."

   "He must have loved that." I chuckled.

   "The twins laughed and I thought he was going to punch them both out. 
Anyway, he decided that he wanted to finger me.  I told him that he hadn't
changed since the last time.  He's had his finger in me more than anyone
else."

   "You want me to have a talk with the little Casanova?" I asked, smacking
my fist into my open palm.

   Carly smiled and shook her head.  "I can handle it.  Anyway, them Jimmy
Carlisle wanted to know what I tasted like.  He'd heard about eating pussy.
So he and Kenny took turns licking me.  Timmy didn't want to at first, I
think he thought it was gross.  He decided he wanted a blowjob, and pouted
when I told him no.  I'm sure glad the peer council decided that giving sex
was not a reasonable request."

   "I can understand his disappointment." I said and felt my cock start to
grow in sympathy.

   "You can, is that a subtle hint?" she asked with a grin.

   "No, I mean, of course not." I stammered.

   "Oh, lighten up.  I was just kidding." she said, her grin getting bigger
with my discomfort.

   "I, uh..." I looked down at my stiff rod which gave the lie to my
protestations.

   "Paul, you're cute, when you're guilty." Carly said and wrapped her hand
around the base of my cock.  She leaned up and kissed me on the side of my
mouth, then dropped her head toward my lap and her mouth engulfed my shaft.

   "You don't have..." I stammered as my cock seemed to grow even bigger.

   "I know that." Carly said, lifting off my cock, then running her tongue
around my head, and tickling at my pisshole.

   "But, Jerry..."

   Carly continued to move her lips up and down my shaft, the back of her
throat seemed to squeeze the head of my cock.  I felt my balls tighten and
knew that I wouldn't last much longer.

   "Carly, I'm gonna..." The first gush of cum beat the announcement that
it was on the way.  Carly seemed unsurprised and milked all of the semen
out of my cock, her hand moving down to caress my balls.

   Carly sat up and lay her head back on my shoulder.

   "Carly, that was...  I mean...  You didn't...  But..."

   "You really have to learn to speak in complete sentences."

   "I..."

   "Was I as good as Ashley?"

   "Ashley, who?  But Jerry..."

   "Don't worry about Jerry.  He's walking around school with his dong
hanging out and probably getting relief every period, if not more.  You
know as well as I do, that my ever lovin' boyfriend will take every
advantage he can of the situation."

   I had to agree with that.  Jerry wasn't one to let an opportunity pass
by.

   "Besides..." she continued, "I've wanted to do that since we were in the
sixth grade ourselves."

   "You have?" I was amazed.

   "But you were interested in everything that had already grown tits and I
was still pretty flat."

   "It wasn't that." I protested.  "I just didn't think of you that way."

   "As a girl?"

   "No, you're twisting it."

   "Paul, take a breath and hold it." I did.  "Now let it out slowly." I
followed instructions.  "Now repeat after me, I will not..."

   "I will not."

   "Feel guilty when Carly teases me." she finished.

   I hesitated.

   "Say it." Carly prodded.

   "You know how I hate to lie." I said.

   "You're impossible." Carly accused.

   "But cute." I reminded her.

   "Is there something you'd like to do?"

   I didn't answer, but shifted position, sitting Carly up and leaning down
to her tit.  With my tongue I teased her nipple and areola for almost two
minutes.  Then I looked her in the face.  "That was worth waiting for." Too
bad you didn't have them in middle school."

   Carly started to protest, changed her mind and kissed me on the nose. 
Then she grabbed my head by the ears and pulled me forward into a long
passionate kiss.  I was trying to decide if using my tongue would be
pushing it, when her tongue wormed it's way into my mouth.

   We kissed and hugged for almost twenty minutes until she shivered and I
realized just how cold it was getting and suggested that we head back.  As
we walked back into camp holding hands, my mind turned to the prom coming
up in a few weeks.  I had a picture of walking in with Carly on my arm, but
somehow Jerry's smiling face kept getting in the way and I wondered just
what this all meant.



   Chapter 7

   Wednesday Afternoon

   "Can I play with it?" Sally asked.

   I'd collapsed on my bed after we'd come back from our second nature walk
of the day and Sally was standing over me.  We'd gone downhill for the
first half of the trail, and I was prepared to swear that the second half
had more uphill than the first half had downhill.

   I grunted.  I wasn't sure exactly what I meant by the grunt, but Sally
took it as a yes.  She sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my two inch
little worm with her thumb and forefinger and wiggled it.  She giggled and
wiggled it some more.

   I looked around and several other girls had surrounded my bed and were
watching.  About half had stripped down to bras and panties.  The sun had
come out in full force today and the bunkroom had been absorbing heat all
morning and afternoon and was stifling.

   My cock was staying soft despite Sally's attempts and I congratulated
myself, attributing my new found control to Carly and the events of last
night.

   Becky Silverstein sat down on the opposite side of the bed and started
feeling my balls, rolling them around in the sac like marbles.  As I lay
there, three of the girls took of their bras.  Megan Pappas didn't have
much more than bug bites for tits, but Cindy Smith's were actually bigger
than Carly's.  Calley Davis's were somewhere in between.

   Danni Jennings had taken a position standing next to my head and now
sipped off her panties, leaving me looking at her almost bald little pussy.
There was just a small patch of down above her slit.

   Her sister, Stephy had sat down behind Becky and had reached up between
my legs and was trying to push her little finger between the cheeks of my
ass.

   My cock started to respond.  I could feel it start to stiffen in Sally's
fingers.

   I looked down at my stiffening cock.  I needed to put a stop to this
now. I looked up, and Danni had moved closer to the bed, her pussy just a
few inches from my face.  My half hard cock twitched.  Then I felt
something wet against my cock and looked down again and Sally had leaned
down and licked the head of my cock.  She lifted her head up, the look on
her face saying she was trying to decide if she liked it, then she leaned
down and licked it again.

   I needed to say something to take control back of the situation.  But I
hadn't a clue what to say.  Just then Sally wrapped her mouth around the
head of my cock and started to slip her lips down the shaft.  I opened my
mouth to protest and Danni swung her leg over and straddled my face,
setting her tiny pussy right across my face.  I heard Stephi say "Go
Danni!" just as she pushed her little finger right up my asshole.  I was
being raped by a group of sixth grade girls.

   My tongue decided on it's own to go exploring and tried to push it's way
deep into Danni's pussy.  She was so tight, it didn't get far.  In it's
defense, it had never had a pussy to lick before.  I'd only gotten intimate
with two girls, they gave me a couple of blowjobs and let me finger their
pussies, but I'd never gotten my tongue into action.

   Danni squirmed and wiggled as my tongue explored her pussy lips and
tried to probe inside.  Suddenly I realized that my cock wasn't in Sally's
mouth anymore and that two different tongues were teasing it.

   This was getting out of hand.  I pulled my tongue out of Danni's cunt
and was going to push her off me when my cock spasmed and released a
torrent of white cream.  Danni pressed her pussy hard over my face.  I
finally relaxed from one of the greatest orgasms I'd ever had and could
feel lots of little fingers rubbing my thighs and pelvis where my cum had
pooled.

   Danni climbed off my face and looking embarrassed ran toward the shower
room.  As the room came back into focus, I could see over half a dozen
little girls licking the tips of their fingers and knew what they were
tasting.

   "I was going to ask if you needed some relief, but I can see you don't."
Ashley said from the foot of my bed.

   I got up, ignoring all the girls and went to the shower room to clean
up. Danni was standing next to a sink breathing hard, and when she saw me,
blushed and hurried into a toilet stall.

   I grinned in spite of myself and went to the sink and started to run the
water, using my hand as a wash cloth to clean the semen of my legs and
pelvis.  I knew at least two tongues had tasted my cock.  I wondered who
else had helped Sally.



   Chapter 8

   Wednesday Night

   The kids had been organized into twelve teams for a Jeopardy like
contest and I decided to stick around and watch.  In truth, I was
embarrassed to think about Carly asking how my dad had been.  I noticed
Marcia and Doug slipping out and wondered if they had hooked up, if only
for the week.

   Carly came over and held out her hand to me.  I shook my head and patted
the empty chair next to me.  Carly frowned, reached down and grabbed my
nose and pulled me to me feet and guided me by the nose outside.  I few
kids noticed and giggled, but most had their attention on the front of the
room.

   "When I invite a cute boy on a walk in the moonlight, I don't take no
for an answer." Carly said as we stepped outside and she thankfully
released my nose.

   "I'll remember that."

   "If you were waiting for Marcia, she's busy doing Doug in her bunkroom."

   "I wasn't waiting for Marcia.  You know that."

   "I thought after her little hand job yesterday, you'd changed your mind
about her.  Well, Ashley's tied up with the contest."

   "I wasn't waiting for Ashley." I said defensively.

   "Well, her mom is busy riding Mr.  Martell." she said as we sat down on
the logs by the swimming hole.  We hadn't brought jackets to sit on, but
fortunately the logs had been worn down and weren't too bad.

   "Really?" I said startled.  "I'd wondered where he was."

   "Would I lie?" Carly asked innocently.

   "I wonder if she's going to try to nail Mr.  Atwood or Lang?"

   "Probably." Carly said as she lay her head on my shoulder.

   "So who was your next target of seduction?"

   "Has it crossed your mind, that maybe I was just sitting there, watching
a bunch of little kids and not thinking about sex."

   "You're a teen boy, it never crossed my mind." Carly said impishly.

   For some reason, her kidding really annoyed me.  "And for the record, I
haven't seduced anyone.  I've been molested."

   "Poor baby." Carly agreed.

   I started to reply but realized just how ridiculous it sounded.  The
truth was that before this week I was usually thinking about sex.  Thinking
about how to get fucked or sucked or even handled.  The idea of getting as
much action as I had in the last three days would have been a dream come
true.  I just missed having a little control over the situation.  I decided
right then that I was going to be celibate until I could get dressed again.

   As we sat there watching the dark water lap against the shore, I
wondered if Debbie Martin was a Nymphomaniac.  And I wondered if the
condition was genetic.



   As I got back to the bunkroom I realized that I'd pissed off Carly. 
She'd expected me to try at least something with her, but I just sat there.
I probably should have told her about Danni and Sally and my feeling of
losing control, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to admit it.

   The girls were all inside when I got back and surprisingly so was Mrs
Martin.  She was standing by the door to her little room and as I walked
in, she inclined her head in invitation.  I shook my head sharply once to
let her know I wasn't interested.  She shrugged and went into her room by
herself.  I sat on my bed and tried to figure out my life.

   Mrs Martin came out a few minutes later and left without a word to
anyone.  I figured she wouldn't be back.  A couple of girls started toward
me, smiles on their faces and I ended their plans by announcing "Lights out
in five minutes." They reversed course and went back to their own bunks.

   A few minutes later I clicked off the light and the room settled down
into quiet conversations.  I knew they'd last about an hour and just
ignored them.  My cock got hard and I had to continually remind myself not
to touch.
   I was celibate.