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

   Chapter 13

   Saturday Morning

   I woke up early, though at least the sun wasn't in my eyes.  I scanned
the room and it seemed like everyone was still asleep.  At some point in
the night, I'd kicked off my sheet so all I had to do was swing my legs
over the side of the bed and I was up.  I picked up Scooby and headed
toward the shower.  A few pine needles still clung to it and I made a
mental note to shake it out before I took my shower.

   I stepped into the shower bay and turned on two of the shower heads.  I
really like the feeling of hot water cascading over my body from two
different directions.  I decided that someday when I built my own house, I
was going to have a shower with at least four shower heads.  I hated that
one part of my body was cold while hot water warmed the other side.

   I picked up the soap and lazily lathered my body.  I was enjoying the
privacy of the moment.  I washed my cock last and naturally it turned into
a jerk off.  It took only a few strokes of my soapy hand before my cock
gushed out several loads of cum.

   "What a waste." came a voice from behind me.  I turned and the shower
room was full of my entire crew of sixth graders.

   Naked sixth graders.

   Twenty-six naked eleven and twelve year olds and one teenager.

   "Uh..." I said, embarrassed at being caught jerking off.

   All the girls surged forward into the shower with me.  The shower could
easily hold twelve, with twenty eight of us, it was a little crowded.  I
had to admit that the sight of young naked bodies brushing up against each
other was a major turn on.  And the inevitable little fingers that explored
every inch of my body helped too.  In a couple of minutes my rock hard
friend was back.

   "Has anyone ever told you, you're cute." Janae asked as she scooted
forward until my topside of my cock was pressed against her pussy slit.  I
wondered if Ashley had told her, they were best friends.

   "I...  oh!" I squawked as some little finger pushed up inside my
asshole. "I think I'm getting out now." I said and pushed through the mob
of young flesh.  Outside the shower bay, I picked up my towel and started
drying off.

   "We want a beauty contest." Ashley said from somewhere in the middle of
the mob.  "Whose pussy is cutest?" Several of the others picked up the
chant.

   "Do I look stupid?" I asked loudly.  "You are all cute.  And I have
never seen so many beautiful pussies.  But I'm not gonna pick one and piss
off the other twenty-six.  I'm getting dressed." I said and turned toward
the bunk area, momentarily forgetting that I didn't have to.

   The twins were the first to follow me out.  Their bodies still wet.

   I sat down on the edge of my bed and they walked up to me.  "Can we..."
Stephy said.

   "...  have that?" Danni finished.

   There's something extra sexy about twins.  I leaned back on my elbows
and nodded.

   The twins immediately knelt on the outside of my legs and leaned in and
started licking.  I had to wonder if they'd had a lot of practice or if it
was a natural twin thing because they were so coordinated in their
technique.  One would lick my balls while the other sucked the head of my
cock, then without warning, they'd switch.  Or they'd both lick the sides
of my shaft, giggling as their tongues touched each other.  The other girls
trickled into the room and soon gathered around us.

   I sat up, Janae was on one side of me and I gently stroked her cunt with
the back of my forefinger, letting the knuckle push her outer lips open. 
Kayla was on the other side and I caressed her small tight ass.  Ashley
leaned past a couple of other girls and pushed her tit in my face, so I
gave her erect nipple a little nip with my teeth.

   "He's cumming." Danni announced, before I was aware of it myself and
Stephy closed her mouth over my head to slurp up the first explosion of
cream.  Between spurts, her sister took her place with missing a drop and
finished me off.

   I was ready for a nap, but I forced myself to take charge.  "Get
dressed." I ordered and the girls broke up and headed for their own bunks.
As the twins got up, I pulled them into a double hug, "Thank you." I said
and they giggled.  I let go and they skipped away.

   The girls all dressed and without being told broke into groups and
started cleaning the room.

   I wondered if I could volunteer for next weeks outdoor school from
whatever school.  I could get used to this.



   Chapter 14

   Saturday Afternoon

   "You've been a great group.  I hope you've all had fun and maybe even
accidentally learned something about the cycle of life in the forest.  You
have free time for the rest of the day.  After dinner, we have a final
presentation." Bill Lang was saying.  There was a loud cheer and the mass
of kids broke into dozens of smaller groups all headed in different
directions.

   I quickly found Ashley and took her hand and pulled her off toward what
I thought of as our spot.  Ashley grinned in expectation.  My cock was
behaving, hanging limply down at the ground.  At the edge of the main
clearing, Carly was waiting and I took her hand too.  The three of us
walked up the trail toward the clearing.

   "I thought you didn't believe in threesomes?" Ashley challenged,
sounding a little disappointed.

   "There are always exceptions." I said with a grin.

   We walked in silence to our clearing.  I had brought my trusty towel and
I spread it out on the log.

   "Who starts?" Ashley asked nervously.

   "I do." I said and sat down and pulled Ashley onto my lap.  Carly sat
down next to me, so that Ashley was facing her.  "I, uh, told Carly all
about what we did."

   "Is she mad?" Ashley asked looking at me and not at Carly.

   "No, I'm not mad." Carly said.  "He didn't force you did he?" Ashley
shook her head.  "Then I have no reason to be mad at him.  And you're old
enough to do whatever you want with your own body, so I'm not mad at you."

   "Then why...  ?" Ashley asked looking directly at Carly.

   "We just wanted to talk to you about what you did." I said.

   "And what you're going to do." Carly finished.

   "Are you going to tell me that I'm too young to have sex with anyone
else." Ashley asked sarcastically.

   "Of course not." I said.  "But I think you're a very intelligent girl,
and I just want you to think about what you do."

   "You don't want me to act like my mom." Ashley said.  "You don't want me
to be a slut."

   "Ashley, we..." Carly started, but I interrupted.

   "Ashley..." I used my forefinger to turn her chin until she was looking
straight into my eyes, "I will never think of you as a slut.  If you fuck
every boy in the middle and high schools, and all the teachers and janitors
too, I will still not think of you as a slut."

   "Okay." she said.  She seemed to have a lump in her throat.  "Even Mr.
Temple?" she asked with just a hint of a grin.

   "Even Mr.  Temple." I agreed.  Willy Temple was the head janitor at the
middle school.  He was about seventy years old and had a huge wart on the
side of his neck.

   "Your mom..." Carly started.

   "My mom is a slut." Ashley said simply, looking at Carly.

   "She's not a slut." I defended.

   Ashley reached up and placed her hands on the sides of my head and
turned it to look her straight in the eye again, "My mom is a slut."

   I grabbed her head and held her so that our eyes were locked.  "Your mom
is your mom.  She gave birth to a very smart, very pretty, very fun girl
named Ashley.  She loves you very much.  She's mom, She's not a slut. 
Understood?"

   "Understood." she agreed.  "It's just..." there was a tear at the corner
of her eye.

   "I understand." I told her, letting go of her head, but still looking
her in the eye.  "Right now, we're going to talk about Ashley.  But maybe
it's time for you to have a talk with your mom about the birds and the
bees. If you want to do that, and you want Carly or me or both of us to
help, we will."

   "Thank you." Ashley said, nodding.  Then she looked at Carly.  Carly
smiled and nodded too.

   "Okay.  My mom is not a slut, we know that, but the rest of the world
thinks she is.  Is that the message?"

   "The message is, that if you make sex so easy for any guy who comes
along, then pretty soon all the guys will think you're good for, or good at
is sex.  Before long the girls will believe it too.  And then, you'll start
to believe it." Carly said.

   "Sex is fun." I said.  "Hell, sex is real fun, but it's not all there is
in life.  It's not what life is about."

   "So what is life about?" Ashley asked, the little smart ass.  I looked
at Carly and she shrugged.

   "I don't know yet." I admitted.  "Ask me in a hundred years and I
probably still won't know the answer, but I may understand the question
better.

   "So maybe life is about sex." Ashley suggested with a malicious grin.

   "The secret of life is the search for the perfect orgasm?" Carly asked
and Ashley nodded.

   "Well then, you've both had it, since you've both had me, that means you
can get on with the number two question of life."

   Both girls groaned and Ashley got off my lap and went and sat on
Carly's.

   "What?" I asked innocently and Carly gave me a shove that landed me on
my back behind the log with my legs sticking straight up in the air.



   Chapter 15

   Saturday Night

   "So whose turn is it tonight?" Carly asked as she stood beside in the
back of the rec hall.  "Me or Ashley?"

   "I've been thinking about that threesome Ashley mentioned." I said with
a grin.

   Carly half turned and punched me in the arm.  Hard.

   "Oww.  What'd I do?" I whined.

   "Listen Mr.  Paul Connors.  After this week you may think you're this
big stud, but I can still take you." I had no doubts.

   I hung my head and looked at my toes.  "I'm sorry."

   "You better be." Carly said with a smile.

   I looked around and nobody was paying any attention to us.  In the front
of the room, Bill Lang and the teachers were giving a final presentation
before we all went home tomorrow.  There were even some awards.  My girls
won for the cleanest living area and happiest campers.

   "So I suppose you're going to want to go out with Ashley, since she
can't beat you up." Carly whispered.

   "I'm not so sure, she's pretty tough." I said.  Quietly.  "If I
suggested going out with her and then coming back for you, would it cause
me pain?"

   "Just for thinking it." Carly said and punched me in exactly the same
spot.

   "I think somebody needs to get laid to mellow her out, so guess I'll
take you."

   "Gee thanks." Carly answered and I waited for another hit, but it never
came, instead she reached down and started stroking my cock back to life. I
thought about telling her it wasn't the time or the place, but it felt too
good.

   Up on the small stage, Mr.  Atwood was finishing up.  "And I'm sure we
all want to thank Mr.  Lang for all his help this week." he said and the
crowd gave him enthusiastic applause.

   "Think we should come back next week?" he asked and the applause was
even more enthusiastic.  I noticed my girls were clapping especially hard.

   "Too bad, You have to go back to real school." He said and gave an evil
laugh.

   "And to finish up this evening, some of the students from group one have
put together a little skit for you." This was the first I heard of it.  "I
have a feeling that's it's something totally inappropriate.  So if you
want, I'll tell them they can't do it."

   "NO!" several of the kids yelled.

   "You mean you want to see something inappropriate?"

   The kids started screaming and clapping.  Pretty soon, the whole
building was shaking as everyone clapped and stomped their feet in rhythm.

   After almost a minute, Mr.  Atwood held out his hands and quieted them
down.  "Okay.  Okay.  We'll do the skit.  After they're done, you have
about half an hour of free time, then back to your bunk rooms.  In the
morning, we're leaving about an hour after breakfast so make sure you have
everything and you're ready to go.  Okay, group one."

   Ashley, Janae and Sally all ran up to the stage as the teachers and Bill
Lang moved off to the side of the room.  I waited, wondering what they were
going to do, when Carly let go of my now very hard cock, took my hand and
led me up there.  She placed me at one side of the stage and told me to go
along or I'd regret it.  Carly never makes idle threats, so I nodded
agreement.

   Carly took her place off to the other side of the stage and faced the
audience.  "We've decided to act out an old joke for you." she told the
hundred and twelve watching kids.  "An old dirty joke." she added and most
of the audience lite up with big grins.  "Teachers and parents may want to
step outside for five minutes." she suggested.  The kids all laughed and
Mr. Atwood didn't look happy.

   "Incidentally, we haven't told Paul about this, so if he looks lost, he
is." More laughter and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

   Sally came out and handed me my Scooby Doo towel and told me to wrap it
around my waist, which I did.

   "Everybody ready?" a few yelled 'yes', a few nodded, but most just
waited.

   "Once upon a time, Paul went to collage.  I knew he doesn't look very
smart, but this is a fairy tale and anything can happen in a fairy tale." I
decided to spank her.  I knew I'd pay for it later, but it would be worth
it.

   "Paul lived in a huge dormitory with twenty floors, elevators and
everything.  Girls lived on the even floors and boys lived on the odd
ones." I tried to remember a joke that started this way but couldn't.

   "Paul lived on the seventeenth floor and one day he needed a shower. 
And anyone who's stood next to Paul knows that ain't no fairy tale." I
smiled at the laughing audience, thinking that a spanking wasn't enough.

   "Each floor had it's own shower room but the shower on Paul's floor was
broken, so he had to go down to the fifteenth floor.  Paul got into the
elevator carrying a bar of sap, a bottle of shampoo and wearing a towel. 
As Paul was about to push the button for the fifteenth floor, the doors
closed, catching the edge of his towel and pulling it off him.  Paul was so
surprised that he accidentally pushed the wrong button."

   Carly looked at me and I realized that I was supposed to act this out. I
didn't know where this was going, but I knew I didn't like it.  I pretended
to walk carrying something in my hands.  I stepped into the imaginary
elevator and pretended that I was about to push a button when Sally reached
out and grabbed my towel.  The audience howled with laughter and I decided
that they all needed a good spanking.

   "Paul had pushed the button for the sixteenth floor.  A girl's floor. 
When the elevator got there, the doors opened halfway and got stuck because
of Paul's towel.  Paul tried to get them to close so he could get back to
his own floor, but they wouldn't."

   I stepped forward and pretended to look out of the imaginary elevator.
Then I stepped back and beat on the doors and pushed all the different
buttons as frantically as I could.

   "Paul knew that the stairwell was only about twenty feet down the hall
and figured he could dash out and get to the stairs before anyone saw him.
He looked out of the elevator and the coast looked clear, so he dashed into
the hall." I pretended to look out of the elevator and then ran to the
middle of the stage.

   "Just as he got halfway, one of the doors opened and three girls stepped
into the hall.  They were all wearing robes and were heading for their own
showers." Janae, Ashley and Sally all stepped onto the stage.  "Paul
recognized them and knew they were all very very near sighted and saw that
none of them were wearing their glasses, so he froze like a statue with his
arms held up like L's and hoped they wouldn't see him." I froze holding my
elbows out from my body, arms up.  Now I recognized the joke and figured
the order of the girls would determine if I had to transfer schools or not.

   "The girls all walked down the hallway chatting until they came to
Paul." Carly said.  The three girls all walked across the stage until they
were right in front of me.

   "Look, a new vending machine." Ashley said loudly.  "I think I've got a
quarter, let's try it out." Ashley reached into her pocket and pulled out
an imaginary quarter and pushed it into my mouth.  Then she reached out,
grabbed my cock atthe head and rubbed her hand in to the base and back out
again.  She grinned at me, reached up to my right hand, "Look, a bottle of
shampoo for a quarter." she said.

   I prayed for Sally, but Janae said, "Let me try." She pulled an
imaginary quarter from her pocket, pushed it into my mouth and grabbed my
cock.  She rubbed it in and out along the shaft and then reached up to my
left hand.  "Look, I got a bar of soap."

   Sally stepped up in front of me.  I decided that I wouldn't let my
cooperate, no matter what.

   "I want to try." Sally said, and placed her imaginary quarter into my
mouth and grabbing my cock.  She rubbed it forward and back.  She reached
up to my right hand, then my left hand.  "Nothing!" she yelled.  "I got
gypped."

   Have you ever had something that you didn't want to look at, but your
eyes were attracted to like magnets.  Like fat old Aunt Bessie in a
swimsuit.  Then you know how I felt as my eyes landed on Mr.  Atwood.  That
was not a happy man, I told myself as Sally grabbed my cock again.  I
willed my body not to respond and tried to send Mr.  Atwood a message with
mental telepathy that this was not my idea.

   "Damn machine stole my quarter." Sally yelled as she rubbed her hand up
and down my shaft.  I told myself I could hold out all night if necessary,
but about six strokes later I could feel that familiar pressure in the head
of my cock that told me the punchline was coming, and so was I.

   At least I didn't groan or yell as a thick glob of cum spurted out of my
cock onto Sally's hands.  She turned to the audience displaying her prize
as another spurt dribbled onto the floor.  "Look, hand lotion."

   I stood there dripping cum onto the stage as the audience roared with
laughter.

   I figured as long as there was at least one guy on the jury, I could
never be convicted of Carly's murder.

   And as for Mr.  Atwood, there was always home school.



   Chapter 16

   Sunday Morning

   "Great show yesterday." Doug said as I came out of the dining hall after
breakfast.

   "You have a future in porn." Marcia added.

   "Thanks guys." I said, adding them to the list of people who were going
to suffer horribly.

   Then I felt like Stephen King's Carrie and erased the list.

   "It's been a hell of a week, hasn't it." I said with a big smile and
walked on, knowing that my good humor would bother them.

   Carly was waiting for me a few feet away.  "Does that smile mean I'm
forgiven?" she asked.

   "No, it means I'm bugging the hell out of Doug and Marcia." I told her.

   Last night after the skit I'd gone back to my bunkroom alone, and hadn't
gone out with Carly or Ashley.  Of course, after cumming on stage, I really
didn't need to.  Hell, this morning I woke up without a boner for the first
time in at least six years.  I figured the little fellow had enough.

   "It was just a joke.  Can't we talk about this." Carly asked.

   I pictured spanking Carly, then remembered that I'd erased my Carrie
list.

   "There's nothing to talk about.  It was a great skit.  I'm just being
childish."

   "Then you're not mad?" she asked hopefully.

   "Of course I'm mad.  I told you that I'm being childish.  There's no way
I'm going to waste a good mad."

   "Do you think you'll get over anytime soon?"

   "The mad?  Probably in ten or fifteen minutes.  The embarrassment?  I
figure if I keep a real low profile for seven or eight years, people will
forget all about it.  I didn't want to go to Stanford anyway.  I'll just
live in my parent's basement and stuff envelopes for a living and become a
curmudgeon."

   "Your parent's don't have a basement." Carly reminded me.

   "You're not helping." I told her and walked away.  I couldn't help
grinning as soon as my back was to her.  Carly is very hard to stay mad at.
Over the years, believe me, I've tried.

   I walked into the bunkroom and the girls were in about six clusters. 
"Okay..." I yelled.  "Who's not packed yet?"

   I wasn't surprised when Ashley raised her hand.  I was surprised when
she was the only one.

   "Bring her to me." I ordered and laughed maniacally.  I practice my
maniac's laugh, you never know when it will come in handy.  Several of the
girls, including Janae and Kayla grabbed Ashley and dragged her toward me.

   When they got close, I grabbed her wrist and hauled her onto my lap,
face down.  I raised my hand to spank, then looked up at the crowd.  "With
or without pants?" I asked, and all of them yelled 'without'.  I reached
under her and unfastened Ashley's fly and pulled down the zipper.  Then I
skinned her tight jeans down her thighs to her knees.

   Again I raised my hand to strike, stopped, and looked at the crowd. 
"With or without panties?" 'Without' they yelled without hesitation and I
reached down again and pulled her pink butterflied panties down to her
jeans.  As I adjusted her on my lap, I could feel the tip of my cock
pressed against the fold of her pussy.

   I raised my hand again and this time let it fall with a loud smack.  I
gave her two more, then lifted her to her feet.  I looked her in the face,
"Packed!  Now!" I said and she scampered through the mob toward her bunk.

   She got about halfway there, turned and ran back and gave me a big hug,
then ran back to her bunk and started throwing her clothes and other stuff
into a backpack.

   "If you're packed, I want your stuff piled outside the door, then I want
this place spotless." I was amazed at how quickly everyone jumped to obey.
I might have a career as a tyrant.



   I stood outside the bus watching my girls chatting in small groups.  The
other counselors were frantically trying to get their groups organized and
luggage loaded.  We were done.

   There are definite advantages to being a tyrant.

   Carly came up beside a few minutes later.

   "Would you like to ride together?" she asked.  "Mr.  Atwood said that
all us high schoolers are officially off duty."

   "I'm pretty sure that Mr.  Atwood would prefer that I stay here in the
woods." I said, wondering if one less recommendation letter in my Stanford
file would make the difference.  Stanford is hard to get into.

   "Mr.  Atwood is not mad at you.  He knew exactly what we were going to
do, I told him beforehand."

   "And he agreed?"

   "After I reminded him how much he liked my tits."

   "And the other teachers knew too?"

   "Mr Linwood and Mr Martell both like my tits too."

   "Please don't tell me Mrs Tate liked your tits.  I don't think I could
handle it."

   "No, but Mrs Tate has more of a sense of humor than most people give her
credit for.  And since she could retire at any minute, she also doesn't
give a damn what anybody else thinks.  She does think you have a nice tool,
by the way.  Her exact words."

   I really didn't want to think about Mrs Tate admiring my tool.

   "So Mr.  Atwood knew his only daughter was going to jack me off in front
of the whole sixth grade?" I said, starting o relax.

   "Well..."

   "Carly!" I said sharply.

   "He knew the joke, and he knew that Sally had a part in the skit." she
hesitated, "I may not have mentioned which part."

   "I've waited my whole life to go to Stanford and now I'll be lucky to
get into Watermelon Mountain Community Collage." I moaned.

   "No community collage for you.  You'll come to Columbia with me." Carly
promised.

   "I don't want Columbia.  I want Stanford!" I said stomping my foot like
a two year old.  Carly patted me on the head.

   Doug and Marcia walked by on their way to bus three and I nodded
politely at them.  Doug had his arm around her, his hand on her ass. 
"She'll dump him by Monday." Carly said cattily.

   "Ha." I snorted.  A lot you know.  Ten to one says She'll dump him
before the bus comes to a stop back at school."

   "Fifty cents." Carly challenged.

   "You're covered."

   My girls were lining up to get on the bus and I took Carly by the hand
and pulled her over into the line.  Once again the girls all settled in the
back of the bus.  Carly started to pull me into a seat in the middle but I
pulled her along and we sat in the middle of the group of chatting girls
and talked to all of them all the way back to school.

   After all, they were my girls.

   Afterward

   It was, as I've said before, one hell of a week.  And several months
later, I still haven't decided if I think The Program is a good idea.  I
mean, my girls will be in high school in a couple more years, do I really
want Ashley, or Janae or Sally to go through it.

   I won my bet with Carly.  Doug was history about the time their bus hit
the city limits.  I haven't collected my fifty cents yet, but Carly
promises me I will.  She says she'd rather owe it to me than beat me out of
it.

   Mr.  Atwood was cool to me for a couple of weeks but at the end of the
school year wrote me a fantastic letter of reference for my Stanford file.
He even mentioned that I'd had to go through the NIS program during the
week I'd volunteered at Outdoor school.  He said I handled a difficult
situation with a great deal of maturity.

   When we got back to school, Jerry had decided that he wanted to go out
with the Polaski sisters.  Cindy was a junior and Maryanne was a freshman.
So Carly and I went out for a couple of months, but now we're both seeing
other people.  We're still best friends, thank God we didn't ruin that. 
And we still have sex when the mood hits us, which being red blooded
American teenagers is a lot.

   Carly, Ashley and I had a long talk with Ashley's mom.  It was
uncomfortable for everybody, but I think she understood how much her
actions were bothering Ashley and how her reputation could effect Ashley
too.  She's been pretty good for a couple of months now.

   Ashley and I get together for some vigorous exercise about once a week
or so.  Thankfully we use beds now instead of the ground.  Ashley has
hinted that Janae wants to join in, but I've been firm.  So far.

   I still help out at the middle school so I see 'My Girls' a lot.  They
come to me for advice on their problems, especially with boys, and that
makes me feel pretty good.  Most of them try to cop feels or offer other
services, but I've told them that the program is over.  Some times it's no
fun being a good guy.

   The only other thing I can think of that you might be interested in is
the first three school days after we came back.

   On Monday, when we got to school, Beech decided that since Carly and I
had not been on school property for our program, that we had to do it
again. Carly flat out refused and I backed her up.  When he threatened to
have us stripped, she let him know that she'd file assault charges against
anybody who touched her and him.  Beech suspended us so loudly that people
in the hallway knew about it.

   On Tuesday, Mr Turner came back from his surgery, un-suspended us and
pronounced us satisfactorily completed with the NIS program.  He also
removed the suspensions from our records.  As we came back to school, Carly
and I started plotting our revenge.

   On Wednesday, at the weekly teacher's meeting, Mr.  McCoy, the
superintendent reamed the Ol'Leech a new one for sending naked teenagers on
a middle school trip, for trying to send us through the program a second
week, for suspending two of the school's best students, and for doing it so
loudly that the whole school knew about it.  The last was a little unfair
since he was so loud that a couple dozen students in the hall outside the
teacher's lounge enjoyed the show.

   Apparently the district is not going to pick up Beech's contract next
year.

   Carly and I decided to be big about it and not pour salt in his wounds.

   No revenge for us.
   Unless we happen to think of something really good.