I woke up dreaming of Kurt and his body. My mind went through all he did and how dreamy it was having his body on me and in me. The way I lost my virginity was so sexy and, well, loving. I found my fingers working over my labia when I came fully awake. I mean I came from having my fingers all over my pussy as I woke up. You know what I mean.
I got my breakfast on the table before Ingrid showed up in the kitchen. She was showing exactly what delayed her. Her clit and nipples aren’t as big as mine, but they do come out when she has sex.
“Boyfriend?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Not this morning,” I answered.
Ingrid got a sympathetic look and was ready to console me, I’m sure. Dad was standing behind her when I finished the answer for both of them.
“He came over last night and de-virginized me. Had to go home,” I said.
“Did you have a good first time? How was it?” she asked.
“Wonderful.”
“How was he?”
“Dreamy.”
“Can I ask who it was?” Dad pressed.
I looked at him seriously and answered, “Kurt Schuler.”
His smile dropped. Okay, more story. Don’t worry, it isn’t Romeo and Juliet – I don’t think. Dad and Mr. Schuler may have had words over the drunk that killed Mom. He never said anything to me – been really careful about that for years. We just don’t eat at Schuler’s even if it means an hour drive to the city when we want to celebrate something. Dad may still hold a grudge, but Mr. Schuler is really trying. He cuts people off when they get tipsy and calls Dad’s station when they don’t have a designated driver. I took some of those calls when I was dispatching.
All of that should have nothing to do with Kurt. Even if Dad is pissed at Mr. Schuler, he should be happy my relationship is with someone as nice as Kurt. Maybe it’ll be okay.
Dad didn’t say much more this morning – only that he heard that I had a really good parade. He told me he stayed outside town so he wouldn’t intimidate people trying to interact with his daughter. Wasn’t that nice? Still doesn’t explain all the ‘crowd control.’
I left for school early. I have a long walk – a long naked walk. It’s the same distance whether I walk down North Street or Main Street. I thought Main would be more interesting and I was still feeling good about my parade. Lots of people who have city jobs are just leaving. It’s our small-town version of rush hour. Lots of cars drove by and many drivers waved or honked at me. They got wiggly, jiggly waves back from my arms and my boobs.
That one guy on Fourth Street hasn’t been living in town that long. He stared at my naked little body and ran right through the stop sign. There were more horns and not all for me. Good thing the cars on Main were going slow to get a good look.
I got to thinking about what I’d allow. Have to let them touch after Tuesday, but any penetration is up to the Program participant. The problem is what I said to Kurt last night. I’ll be so far out of it after the first touch on my clit that I won’t be able to say a clear “no.” They’re supposed to need a clear “yes” but that’s not always how it works. One fuck leads to another more often than not. On the other hand, full intercourse is very unusual in the halls or for relief. There usually isn’t time to get the girl off. That won’t be the case with me.
I decided that my reputation has something to do with it. I can’t let them dominate or humiliate me, or at least I can’t let them see that they have. I have to be tough enough to take the kind of Program stuff I deliver. That hasn’t ever been sex, but it has always pushed what the participant wanted to do. I decided that I’d need a real reason to decline anything. As long as there was time, I’d agree to fuck. Even if I had only grunted, I’d have to say I had agreed. I might be doomed for the rest of this week, but this way I might survive into next week.
I cut across the parking lot at school and picked up a crowd right away. The touching requests started with my boobs again. I walked slowly so they could touch without wild grabbing that would give me any more bruises.
One guy asked to touch my ass. He slid his hand down there and between my legs. I quit walking. The next one asked to touch my pussy.
“Okay, but nothing inside me yet,” I tried to limit things.
His gentle brushing strokes on my labia found that I was already wet. You would be wet, too, if you were anticipating a shocking orgasmic explosion any second. This guy’s touch really felt nice – sexy and nice. I leaned my mound into his hand when it felt like he was ready to stop. His last stroke slid up over my clitoral hood. You know my clit. It can’t mind its own business. It had to come out to see what was going on. The boy’s hand hit it and my body exploded.
I went down for the first screaming shaking orgasm of the day right at the edge of the parking lot. Hadn’t even made it into the school. Scratched my bare butt on the concrete. Nipples, areolas, clit, labia – everything – came out all swollen like I’d just been sexed. Of course, I had. The boy looked horrified, like he’d just hurt me.
“She’s tougher than that. Didn’t you see her in the shower yesterday?” came from somewhere in the crowd.
The boy helped me up and there were no touching requests for a minute. I got to my locker, tossed in my backpack and didn’t bother with any books.
“Heard the parade was great, Bra. How’d it go with Kurt?” Becky asked.
That startled me a little. My mind was somewhere else. I didn’t know she was there.
“Everybody tried to make me horny or get me off. Even the adults talking like adults were all about sex and my body. I guess that makes a good parade,” I answered. “Kurt came over. I’m not a virgin anymore. Before you ask, yes, I liked it – a lot.”
Back when it happened, Becky told me about not liking her first time, but then having much better sex after that with somebody she really liked. She smiled like she does when she’s congratulating me about something. She also left me.
The crowd gathered around my locker. I got to stow my pack, but didn’t get to go anywhere. I was surrounded by requesting, reaching, touching boys and they all wanted me at once. Some held me up while others groped me all over. I got more and more wet and tingly from all that touching. I shook and screamed through a bunch of orgasms when they got to my clit. My legs, the hall floor and lots of boys’ hands were soaked.
I responded to every request with a grunt. I was trying to say “Okay” or “Un-huh” but only grunts came out. When someone asked to put a finger in me, all I could do was grunt. It didn’t matter whether I was trying to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ because all the grunts sounded the same, even to me. So much for Program touching on the outside and saving the inside for Kurt.
There wasn’t so much holding me up after a while. I was on the floor. I caught only short glimpses of who and what were around me between the screaming, convulsing orgasms. Those glimpses caught boys reaching down to my boobs and my pussy. I saw different boys every time. At least they were spreading me around.
The last glimpse before school was of Becky. I came around in her arms. She was carrying me through homeroom. She plopped me on the relief stool and propped me in the corner. I groaned out something I meant as thanks. She gave me another sly smile.
I managed to stand up when announcements were about half over. Mrs. Canaris gave me the roll and I took attendance. She checked it over. I forgot myself. She understood.
The late start and slow walking got me and the attendance to the office a little late. The boys from the other homerooms were already on their way out. They waited for me. Wasn’t that nice?
I took two steps out of the office, clearly accepted a request to touch my pussy, fell on the floor and shook through five orgasms. Should have known Albert would get it started as quickly as he could. I got my senses back as one of the freshmen was ready to feel me up. Albert pushed him out of the way and asked another request. I actually heard the request and had to decide. I had no excuse ... er ... reason to say no.
My answer to his request to fuck me may actually have sounded like, “Go ahead.”
I saw him on his arms over me and felt more than a finger go inside my vagina. I heard myself start to scream. Doom didn’t feel that bad even if it was with someone out for revenge. It felt like an unending series of shocking explosions. I guess it all lasted longer than I was aware of. When I came around, Principal Hertel was talking to Terry, the one freshman who got pushed aside.
“... and she really agreed to all of them?” the principal asked.
“She said ‘Go ahead’ to the first one. The rest were just grunts, and she nodded or spread her legs or something. She never said ‘no’ or acted like she didn’t like it,” the boy answered.
When I caught up, I realized that the other six boys had had me. They’d all fucked me. I never heard the requests, let alone made conscious responses. Like I predicted with Dr. Goldberg, I was spending the last part of the week unconscious. Things went through my head. First that my reputation can’t be that of a whining snitch. Second that a gang bang is a traditional part of a really good Program week. Third that those orgasms, or that one long orgasm, really felt good.
My moans must have changed when I came around because Principal Hertel addressed me with, “Did you really agree, Debra?”
“Yeah,” I answered weakly.
“You’re not known for having a lot of sex. Did you just lose your virginity?” he asked.
“No,” was all I could say and I know it didn’t communicate.
The principal will know what I meant when he reads this. He’ll also know that I didn’t say ‘yes’ to each guy, but that my ‘Go ahead’ was for them all.
“Alright. I’ll call the janitor. Terry, could you help her to her homeroom, or maybe a shower?” the principal asked him.
The principal was looking at the floor all around me and looking disgusted. Terry looked bewildered. Freshmen. They do learn, though. Terry learned fast. He pulled me up and I leaned on him all the way to the locker room. We were almost to the shower before I realized that the hand he had around me was on a boob. I checked his pants and found what I expected – a bulging hardon.
“You got screwed out of doing anything with me, didn’t you. Have any requests?” I invited.
He just stared for a while, so I crashed on a bench.
“Can I ask for anything?” he was unclear on the concept.
“That’s the Program on Wednesday. I have to let you touch me anywhere. It’s up to me if you can get inside, but you saw how it was in the hall there,” I clued him in.
“So why do I have to ask to touch?” he wondered.
“It’s mostly to give a warning, like ‘Here it comes’ so the naked kid isn’t surprised,” I said.
“I really want ... to ... but I’m a virgin. I don’t know ...” he stumbled around it.
“I was virgin until last night. No problem. You’ll figure it out. You probably want to do it naked, then we can shower together,” I was really being helpful.
I smiled at his body and especially at his hard cock as he stripped. He has three more years of growing to do before he’ll fill out like a senior. I wanted him feeling good about himself so he’d have a good first time. Turns out his cock is way filled out already.
I stretched out on the shower floor and let him climb on. He went through some foreplay. I was so ready from screwing in the hall that he couldn’t do it wrong. He stopped after the first time he his finger hit my clit.
“That’s just me. I have fast, hard orgasms. Keep going,” I gasped encouragement to him.
“So if I just go like this, you come?” he asked and rubbed over my clit.
After the shock made me scream and a little recovery, I gasped, “Yeah, but just me. Most girls take a lot more attention to get ready.”
I felt a couple more strokes over my clit, then felt his penis going in. I saw a look of wonder on his face just before the screaming started.
The shower was running when I came around. There isn’t much cuddling time after a Program fuck, but he could have been here when I woke up. He did come over and help me up when he saw me struggling. He stood me in the corner and pointed a shower spray at me. He also washed me with a lot of attention to my boobs and just enough below the waist to get me clean.
“Do all girls get that wet? All over the guy, too?” he asked.
“That’s just me, too. We all get wet, but I squirt,” made him scrunch his face like ‘ewww.’
We dried each other. He was careful after I used my hand to shield my clit. Hey, I wasn’t hiding anything. It was behind the towel anyway. He got dressed, too. I was walking so slowly that he felt like he had to help me again. He put that hand around me and under my boob. I think we both liked it. I have an activity on Wednesday. He walked with me to Spirit Club. I’m a cheerleader. Cheerleaders run Spirit Club. I had to be there.
Terry helped me to the seat beside Becky. I kissed his cheek just before he left with a bright red blush.
“What happened,” Becky asked looking over my blatantly sexed body.
“Sex,” was the part I didn’t have to say. “Seven guys.”
Becky gasped, put her hand over her mouth and didn’t ask any more. Maybe she was afraid of the answer.
The Spirit Club project is to write new cheers. We draft a cheer as a group, then have a cheerleader try to do it. You get one guess which cheerleader they picked – the naked one. I tried. I really did. I wobbled more than bounced and mumbled more than chanted. Steph and Becky did the cheer again to give it a fair try.
The bell rang before they got another cheer ready. Becky and Steph tried to tow me through the hall by the arms to get me to walk fast. Requests interrupted. Becky had to be in class on time and Steph could get away with being late to geometry if she was helping me. The requests had me screaming on the floor and the crowd was thick all around. Steph was supposed to stay, but somehow she got separated.
All the homerooms had heard what ‘requests’ I was accepting. Guess what I got as soon as Eric found me. Screaming, convulsing, orgasmic fucking is what I got. Eric’s smile was really nice and friendly. He started with good foreplay and was really trying to be sure I enjoyed the sex. I did, as much as I remember of it. Details I remember end at about the time his penis slid into my vagina. Hope he had a good time.
Depending on the horniness of the guys, there might have been two of them in those few minutes. I’ll never know who the second one was, if there was one. When I came around, Sandi was shaking my shoulder and pulling on my arm.
“Come on. We’ll be late for class. No Program sex is worth detention. Let’s go,” she prodded.
She would know about Program sex. After she got going in her week last year, she did a few fucks before school and in the shower. She was still pulling on me and I was still mostly unresponsive when the principal came around.
“Again, Debra?” he asked with that disgusted look at the floor all around me. “You’re keeping the janitor and his mop busy this morning.”
I just grunted. Sandi kept trying to pull me up. She isn’t as strong as Becky, but she was acting like as much of a friend.
“Let me, Sandi,” the principal offered. “You can get some towels from the locker room – big ones. They’re for her seat. She’ll need one in every class.”
Sandi split and Principal Hertel picked me up. When someone picks me up like a baby, one boob lies against them and the other flops over my other side. That floppy boob can more than fill a carefully placed hand. That’s what the principal got and I’m sure he enjoyed it. He kept wiggling his fingers and watching the ripples in my breast. Hey, it made me tingle, so I enjoyed it, too. He carried me to the front of geometry class and set me on the relief stool. I sagged against the wall while he talked to Mrs. Canaris.
Sandi came in a few minutes later with big towels. I sat on one. It was big enough to dry off me and the stool. The special announcement came over right about then.
The principal’s voice said, “Just a reminder about a rule we rarely have to use. When you fuck her brains out, it’s your job to carry the Program participant to her next class. Don’t leave it to someone else. That also means there is only one session of sex between classes. Don’t make her late.”
The rule really says “... participant becomes incapacitated due to strong or prolonged orgasmic reactions ...” instead of “fuck her brains out.” The principal’s way of saying it did seem to communicate better.
Mrs. Canaris didn’t even consider relief. She didn’t consider me working at the board, either. I stood up half way through the class, walked a little and looked expectantly at the teacher. When Aaron finished his problem at the board, I took over and did the rest of the period standing on the stool.
“I didn’t expect you to get up. We hear you’re having a hard time this morning,” Mrs. Canaris said after class.
“Lots of ‘em,” I said all perky and cheerful. “Lots of hard orgasmic times. Thanks for giving me a chance to recover.”
“You got the chance and a good grade. Now go on,” she said and slapped me on the bare butt when I turned to leave.
I gave her a sly look over my shoulder and stepped into the hall. One request, a scream and several explosions later, I woke up on the floor again. My juices and some semen were running out of my pussy. Becky went to pick me up. It must have been at the warning bell and she was in a hurry.
“Allow me,” said Stanley, who was still buttoning his jeans.
He’s a sophomore and in history class with me. He sounded like the one who said something about doing me all the way to history in the shower yesterday. He picked me up, cradled me and a boob, carried me to history and set me on the relief stool. He picked me up again to let Sandi put down a towel. Yeah, he’s usually that nice – so nice that I didn’t expect him to be one to do me in the hall like that.
Mr. Bundt must have given up on me doing his class again this morning. By the time I was ready to stand, I saw everybody’s head down and pencils busily writing. I stood, stretched and walked a little. Mr. Bundt waved me over to his desk.
He filled me in, “I gave them a question to think over and write about. Don’t worry. You already have a 100 for everything this week.
“There is something I’m hoping to request – more than I hope for, actually. May I handle your pudenda?”
“My what!?”
“Your pussy.”
“Oh. Umm. Okay. It’s a reasonable request. I have to say ‘yes’ today and to a teacher any time this week. Enjoy.”
“I’m hoping it’s you who will enjoy, Shortstop,” he reminded me that he’s the baseball coach, too.
He turned me to face his desk beside his chair. His hand stroked over my ass, down my legs and between them from the back. I spread my legs and tried to keep my hips from wriggling too much. What he did really felt good – tingly and sexy. I started hoping for an orgasm slow enough that I’d stay conscious. That’s what he gave me. He kept his fingers on my labia and legs until I squealed, tensed and collapsed onto his desk.
My top was face down on his desk, my feet were on the floor and my ‘pudenda’ was showing below my ass right in his face. Yes, I looked that word up. It means external genitalia – my pussy. Mr. Bundt finished me off with a finger inside my vagina. He wiggled it around in there long enough that I don’t know just how long. I was caught in my orgasm again. He left me there on his desk until the bell rang. I must have wriggled or even jumped around. All the stuff on his desk between my head and the edge was all over the floor. Hope I didn’t disturb the class too much.
Okay, even the teachers know about my sensitivity. Mr. Bundt gave me a hand job. Those are all for the jobee. The jobber gets very little out of them. Maybe he got some fantasies for later. He got one thing for sure. When I got up to stagger out, I saw how wet the sleeve of his white shirt was. I wondered how many boys had me squirt their clothes today.
I was flooded with requests as I walked into the hall. All those boys wanted me. Really wanted me. Wanted me in the worst way. Badly? Wanted me on the floor with their dick up my pussy, whether you think of that as good or bad.
One request came from behind me, close and quiet. He wanted to hug. It was Kurt. The way my reflexes go, my mind says jump and my legs ask ‘how high?’ on the way up. Before anyone knew it I was hanging from Kurt’s neck with my legs around him. One of his hands went under my ass and the other went around my back. He hugged.
“Would you please lick the inside of my mouth?” he asked.
“Why, sure, Kurt,” I said before my tongue got too busy.
I let him have it right between the teeth. My tongue pecked at his lips and teeth until he let it in. I gave him his own chance a minute later. He got me back with his own tongue and raised me a squeeze of my boob. It went downhill from there – his hand that is. He stroked down over my belly, mound and pussy without touching my clit. He kept the requests coming and of course I accepted.
“May I squeeze your ass with both hands?” was next.
“Certainly, sir,” I agreed.
He held me tightly and I was clinging to him.
“May I feel your pussy from the back?” he asked.
“It will be my pleasure,” I said with confidence that it would.
One hand on my ass went way under. He started fingering my labia and found out how wet and ready I was. He started walking and the crowd followed like a bubble. He was getting the requests and nobody would interrupt. His hand under my ass had that ass wriggling.
“May I fondle your breast?” he asked.
“You know I like it,” I said.
He took his other hand off my ass and made my boob happy with a firm squeeze. I was glad to do all the holding on. Some of his football team friends got pussy feels by reaching in from the back. They stayed out of my vagina, so they just built more tension. We stayed in the hall hugging, kissing and feeling. Yes, I got in some really nice feels of his shoulders and chest. Mmm. His friends helped more all that time, too. I was seriously wriggling and getting damned horny.
The warning bell sounded and he carried me into chemistry. He didn’t stop at our lab table. He took me up to the relief stool. Sandi dashed over and slapped a big towel down. She almost got her hand caught under my ass. All she did about that was giggle.
“Relief,” Kurt whispered and he went to the lab table.
I said the magic words out loud as soon as Mr. Canaris looked at me, “Relief, please.”
“Would anyone like to help Debra with relief?” he dutifully asked the class.
Kurt and a few others started to raise their hands. Kurt’s was about up to his shoulder when I shouted his name. No room for doubt there.
“How do you want it?” Kurt asked me.
My answer shocked everyone, “Fucking. Slow like you do for a while, then hammer me. You’ll get relief, too.”
It isn’t against any rules, but it isn’t really popular with the non-participants to have sex for relief. Requests in the hall are like that, too. The requester has to show as much and be as sexy as the participant. That makes intercourse rare. It hadn’t been so rare today.
Kurt had me perched on the stool and leaning back against the wall. He dropped his jeans and briefs. We both looked down at his red, erect cock. It twitches at just the right times. I scooted to the edge of the stool and rolled my hips to present my pussy to him. He looked at that drippy wet thing and I saw an idea hit him. He quickly stepped out of his shoes, jeans and underwear. His shirt came off, too. He knows about the squirting, doesn’t he.
I was wet, swollen and open. He gave me a few quick strokes and wiped some of my juices on his cock. He hit my clit doing it. I came and convulsed, almost throwing myself off the stool. That wasn’t gonna work.
Kurt picked me up and nailed me to the wall. He held me up by the hips and I helped with my arms around his neck. We were close, warm and cuddly. He thrust right into me. I went stiff as I screamed. The explosion was as powerful as they ever are, but somehow softer. Maybe I was more prepared. It was definitely more sexy than shocking.
The next thing I knew, I was pressed between Kurt’s naked body and the wall. He was holding my hips and his cock was as far into me as it will go. He slid down me a little and drew his cock out. I screamed again and wriggled against him. That rubbed my clit into him. I don’t know how long it took me to stop screaming, but I felt explosively wonderful the whole time.
He waited only until my scream stopped before he rammed into me again. His cock sliding into me and the big hit on my clit brought an even bigger scream. The slow strokes with recovery time are Kurt’s way of doing me and I totally love it. He gave me orgasm after orgasm and let me feel each one. He went with my suggestion after a few minutes. He slammed into me as hard and fast as he could. It felt like one big climax to me. He climaxed, too.
We both came around with his body pressing me to the wall. We were both flushed red and breathing hard. We were also soaked from the crotch down and so were the wall and floor.
Kurt led me to the emergency shower and pulled the handle. I gave a different sort of scream. That water is cold and felt even worse after hot, steamy sex. He washed us both off to the cheers of the whole class. The shower counted as my display according to Mr. Canaris. We took his whole box of tissues to clean the wall and floor. I also took the big gym towel to dry myself.
Mr. Canaris gave me a hall pass and suggested, “Take a big, long drink at the water fountain, Debra. We wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated.”
That broke the class up. They were still laughing when I came back after the drink. Kurt was still naked, too. I’d used the only towel in the room today. He was dry and dressed by the end of class, but I got to sit close and admire him all through the lab. His dick twitches at just the right times – when he notices me looking at it. He spent a lot of time looking me over, too. He was recovered enough to get hard by the end of class.
I was recovered by then, too. I could walk quickly and even felt perky. I got my lunch bag and a clean towel from my locker. The trip to the cafeteria was interrupted by only two requests. Neither of them put me on the floor. One was for me to bounce on my heels so the guy could watch my tits jiggle. The other was from a freshman girl who doesn’t usually shower with us. She wanted a close look at my clit.
Lots of the girls at the cheerleader table were marveling over something about my body. They were all asking questions. “Do you really ... ?” was asked about my nipples, areolas, vulva and especially my clit. They wondered about such sensitive reactions. They got the point about those, but not about how tired I was getting.
I finished eating except the last half of my apple. I wasn’t going to shortchange whatever rest I could get. Mrs. Canaris had cafeteria duty. She was looking at her watch then pointedly at me when I finally threw my bag at the trash. This time it missed. It went low over the freshman table and hit the side of the trash barrel. I got up to put it in the barrel, but a boy beat me to it. He didn’t give me any excuse for delay.
The first request was to touch my pussy. Right. Just what I expected to get things started. He was gentle and didn’t go inside me, but he got my clit interested. It came out and he hit it. I screamed and lost my balance. I came around lying on my back on the table. I think I landed in someone’s lunch. Nobody said anything, but all the cheerleaders jumped up from the table and there was stuff in my hair later.
That was followed by lots more pussy-grabbing requests. All those boys wanted to try what they saw Kurt do in the shower yesterday. They did. Every hand on my clit sent me into an orgasm. Every hand also got one of my wet squirts. I came around between the requests to see a boy leave for the washroom and hear the next one ask to touch. I even saw Becky snickering at all those messy hands. I came and came – at least once for every hand that got to my clit.
Frank waited a little before his turn. He’s the one who wanted to get to my cute little clit. He was staring at it when I opened my eyes.
“Cute, yes, but that’s one big clit, Shortstop. You act like it works,” he said.
“Yeah, it’s big and it gives me big thrills. Go ahead. You can tell how it makes me feel,” I challenged him.
His hand stroked down my mound and hit that big, cute clit. That drove me into another orgasm. Frank kept that going with whatever he was doing to me.
That lasted until I heard Becky yell, “Hey! Not in her. I didn’t hear her say ‘yes’ to that.”
I gave Becky a thankful smile, looked at Frank and gasped, “Yes.”
I really wanted more – fingers and maybe more than that inside me. Becky backed off because my vagina exploded right after that.
The requests went on and on, and so did the orgasms. That means I was out of it. I got to where I could barely hear a boy asking a request when he had to repeat and was more insistent. I just gasped “Yes” every time. Things in my vagina felt larger than fingers right about then.
I came around lying there on the table. Becky was the only other one there and she looked worried. Constable Buchmeir came running over and Principal Hertel came out of the school. I think I heard that Steph went to the office.
“What happened?” came from many.
“Got laid,” I gasped.
“How are you, Debra,” asked the principal.
“All fucked out,” I gasped some more.
“Got gang raped,” Becky sounded pissed. “You didn’t know what they were asking.”
“I said yes, didn’t I?” I challenged. “They couldn’t know if I didn’t hear or didn’t mean it.”
I looked at myself. Semen was running out of me with my juices. Hope I got a few pants when I squirted. Principal Hertel wrote notes for us. Becky took me to the shower. She started in calling it rape again.
“Can’t go back on it now. That would wreck my reputation and my Program week,” I tried to explain. “Besides, the sex was great. Only way it could be better is if it’s with Kurt.”
“Oh, yeah. You have a great Program week going,” she said. “’specially with how many are out to humiliate you.”
Trust your best friend to tell it. I really did expect some of that and expected a lot of attention. Can’t remember crowds this big around any other participants.
Becky put me in the shower and I actually washed myself. My hair was as messy as my pussy. She walked slowly with me to computer lit. Sandi must have already been there. There was a towel on the relief stool. I put it at my desk to get the stuff that was still running out of me. I felt good by the end of class and even got the assignment done.
I bounced into the hall ready for anything – well, anything within the Program. Requests? Bring ‘em on. Third base? Piece of cake. Screwing? With Kurt, if I get to pick. The crowd was big, as expected. The requests weren’t as wild, though. It was almost like yesterday. Lots of boys got hold of my boobs. The few who did go for my pussy stayed outside me and away from my clit. Damn, I got horny. Really horny. Swollen, wet horny. Where are you, Kurt, I need relief horny.
I got the point with that thought. All those requests so far came from football players – Kurt’s friends.
The two lesbian girls asked to touch me. I thought they’d get me off. Not even. They only did my labia. That didn’t help. I was sooo horny. I was satisfied after all that at lunch and didn’t think I’d need any more sex all day. Now I was wriggling my hips and pressing my mound into those girls’ hands. I whined. I wanted more. They left me wanting.
I saw the one I wanted through the door of English class – Kurt. I took a running start and flying leap. He didn’t have to pick me up. I was up on him and hanging around his neck. I kissed him and wriggled all my bare stuff against him. He kissed back and grabbed my ass with both hands.
“I guess you’ll be wanting relief,” said Ms Brits. “Up here, Debra, in front of the class.”
Kurt carried me up there with a smile and a whispered, “So they got you ready?”
Okay, I was right about the conspiracy. It worked. I felt the tension. I wanted Kurt and sex.
“Really ready,” I whispered back. “Horny ready. Fuck me, dammit, ready.”
“Yeah. I see,” he said.
He bounced me so I rubbed boobs, belly, mound and legs against his clothes.
The tease made me gasp, “Not you, too.”
“No. I’m the relief. How do you want it?” he asked.
“Orgasmic,” I answered. “I don’t care what part of you is in me.”
He set me on the relief stool, complete with towel. He gave me a lingering kiss and caress over my breast when he did. Damn, that was just more teasing. He stood behind me, bent down, kissed my ear and cupped both breasts.
“Unngghh,” I grunted in frustrated demand.
He reached down my front and stroked around my mound and legs. Damn, he was going to take the whole five minutes. He took at least two with the teasing. He got protesting squeals, demanding wriggles and frustrated grunts from me. He finally slipped a finger into my vagina and ran his hand over my clit. I screamed and arched up. He held me on the stool and waited until I could feel the next one. That was to draw his finger out and pass his hand over my clit in the other direction. I did more screaming and a convulsion from that explosion.
Kurt did another of his good jobs. He did me so slowly that I felt every stroke. I was glowing red and tingling all over when Ms Brits called a halt. Kurt still had to hold me, but he quit the assault on my pussy. When I could look, I saw everything out and swollen. My legs, the towel on the stool and Kurt’s hands were dripping. His clothes were dry, though. I understood his reason for standing behind me.
After we got everything wiped, Ms Brits instructed, “Show all that to everyone, Debra, and start here.”
I showed my swollen, red everything to the teacher and then around the class. More girls than boys wanted close looks. The boys must have been getting enough with their requests.
I read more poems in class. Ms Brits picked a particularly bad one first. My lack of feeling didn’t hurt that grade at all. The rest went fine after I recovered enough. I could understand the poem and put feeling into my reading. These were the last poems. Ms Brits asked the class to applaud my reading. They stood and cheered. Becky had a tear on her cheek, though.
“Well deserved, and thank you, Debra,” the teacher said. “The next assignment is another poem incorporating what you learned from these. We’ll work on them in class tomorrow and they’re all due Friday. The topic is Debra and her Program week.”
I would have crapped my pants if I was wearing any. I’m still not sure I want to find out what all these people think of me in the Program.
After the bell, I snuggled up to Kurt and said, “Hand relief? At least you didn’t get your clothes wet.”
With that, I gave a little punch to his stomach. That’s when I noticed his hardon.
“Wanna fuck?” I asked. “You have privileges, you know. You’re my boyfriend,”
He beamed a smile at that. ‘Boyfriend’ is apparently a good thing in his eyes. He declined, though. It’s the same with requests before gym. Everyone is in a hurry to get dressed and out to practice. I only got a couple of quick boob snatches in the hall.
As usual, I had to stand in the central aisle of the locker room, on display and ready for requests. Every boy took time for a request on his way out – to touch my clit. They didn’t ask for my pussy. They explicitly wanted “that big cute clit” as Frank puts it. He was the first one and stroked into my vagina to get everything excited and sticking out. It also had me collapsed onto the bench with my legs straddling and spread.. Every boy after that tapped or flipped my clit on his way by. Every one of them made me scream and shudder through an orgasm.
Those convulsive orgasm things can be tiring, you know. I just wanted to lie there when they finished. Becky had other ideas. She tried to pull me up. She finally did it, but had to push me to my locker.
“You need that bra, Bra,” she said with a laugh.
I staggered slowly to my locker, got the bra and met Becky at the equipment closet. She did all the work with the minitramp. I was holding on to it, but it was dragging me more than I was dragging it. Yes, Becky was carrying my load if not carrying me.
My chanting and cheers were listless. I was behind by half a beat most of the time and way not bouncy. I was listless and did nothing when Becky threw me up in the air. I went straight up and came straight down, except once. I came down on my back and Becky had to catch me like a baby. She set my naked butt right down on the ground. I was totally screwing up and Mrs. Hilfes noticed.
“Stay there!” Becky ordered pointing at my little patch of ground.
Mrs. Hilfes asked, “What’s wrong with her?”
“All fucked out,” Becky reported. “She’s having a rough Program week. Fun, but rough.”
Mrs. Hilfes walked away shaking her head and mumbling, “Shoulda known.”
Becky made me rest on the practice field. I relaxed more on the weight bench. Oh, I held a bar on my chest so none of the guys around could bother me. Becky didn’t push. She knew I’d need all my strength for the shower.
I was the first one in the shower even with the slow walking. The water felt good and so did Kurt’s hands. He was right there and washing me. He didn’t make much pretense of washing, though. He was kissing me all over. His hands were everywhere his face wasn’t in they way. I got tingly all around my boobs then my vulva. He got me excited quickly without going inside or hitting my clit. He was already there – excited with a stiff, erect hardon. I gave him a slimy, soapy hug then lay down on the floor. I held his hand to lead him down on top of me.
He had me excited and runny. He needed only a little gentle thrusting to get his cock all the way in. Even those little thrusts took me through squealing and wriggling to screaming convulsions. He knows how to pause with his penis all the way in or out. I got to recover between his strokes and enjoy each one. After a while, he went more quickly. I didn’t see him come because the fast thrusts kept me in a continuous orgasmic explosion.
Kurt was getting off me when I got my senses back. Everywhere I could see was a ring of naked boys standing over me prominently displaying their excited cocks. They all asked the next request at the same time. They all knew what they wanted – to fuck me.
“Okay ... Will!” I chose.
Will climbed on and started gently. He rubbed over my boobs, lay down flat on me, kissed around my neck and ears and slipped his dick into me. I think all the boob work was for him. I was way wet enough for him to get right in. That didn’t help the hypersensitive explosion nor the convulsion. He came right out of me. He was staring at me like I’d hit him. I guess I had. That convulsion must have thrown him off me.
“Sorry,” I gasped.
He was more Kurt-like after that. He held himself up over me on his arms and thrust slowly. He didn’t pause like Kurt does, so I got a long orgasm with lots of screaming but it all felt like one time. I was tingling, flushed and glowing when I got my senses back. Will wasn’t around. Lots of guys were asking the request again.
I just said, “Okay.”
Kurt and Becky were there just off to the side. They heard me agree to the request and couldn’t do anything. Kurt has to know that was just Program shower sex.
I didn’t pick the boy, so they all started pushing each other. When one got over me, the others let him climb on. I felt his cock fill my pussy and then felt the explosion. I think he stayed on long enough to give us both good orgasms. I know mine was that strong explosion I always get.
There were more requests when he finished. I think I grunted and maybe arched up. The boys treated the grunt and body language as acceptance. They were right. I think there was more pushing and I was in another explosive orgasm soon after. The guys were all sexy and I enjoyed them all, but then I have orgasms so easily. Only Kurt went slow enough to let me enjoy every thrust.
I know there’s not a lot of description here. It’s all I remember. I couldn’t even count how many boys had me. Becky told me later. The last time I came to my senses, lots of boys were yelling requests. Becky and Kurt were yelling at them to quit. There was one more yelling – Mr. Feldline, one of the football coaches. Everyone else got quiet.
“She’s not agreeing. It’s over for today, guys,” he said.
There was no gasping of a ‘yes’ from me that time. I was ready for it to be over. Kurt and Becky both finished washing me. Kurt carried me out of the shower and Becky dried me. They left me lying on a bench while they dressed. Nobody touched me. Maybe the coach was still watching. Sandi did come over. I thought she was going to taunt me. She brushed a little pixie curl of hair off my face.
“Damn, Shortstop. I don’t have to try to make your Program week interesting. It’s already a lot more than I did and it’s only Wednesday,” she said quietly.
Kurt carried me to the parking lot with Becky. He handed me to her in her brother’s truck. She sat in the passenger seat and Kurt lifted me in. I think I kicked Steve, her brother. He put my legs out of the way before he started driving. I just sat snuggling in Becky’s lap the whole way home.
Steve and Becky both helped me stagger into the house. It’s Dad’s day off and he was here.
After one look, he said, “Just put her in bed.”
Becky helped me to my bedroom. Dad followed a minute later with a glass of sports drink. He knows me and how I look after a hard game. Dad and Becky sat on my bed. Steve stood by my room door and stared at the naked goodies.
“How did it go, Debbie?” Dad asked.
I said, “Mmm” around a mouthful of the drink and with a dreamy roll of my eyes.
“Sex and lots of it,” Becky told him. “Seven in first period, two before history and one after, Kurt in chemistry, five at lunch and six in the shower. That’s just the fucking. Lots more had her going with their hands. Wore her out. You should have seen her try the cheerleading ... No, wait. Nobody should see that.”
Dad and Steve stared at me. I smiled back proudly. At least 20 different guys had me today. Like Sandi said, that would make a great Program week. They and more were all after me in just a day. The thing I’m proud of – I didn’t let them get to me. I wasn’t humiliated, didn’t whine and even liked all those orgasms on a physical level.
“What do you think of that, Debbie? Did you agree to all of it?” Dad was concerned.
“I said yes to most of them. I won’t complain about the ones who thought a grunt meant yes. They were all doing Program requests, nothing mean,” I answered.
“You rest a while, Debbie. Come to supper when you’re ready,” Dad said.
I did sleep for about an hour, then went to the kitchen. Ingrid was there. She stripped off so I wouldn’t be the only naked one. Dad drooled and not about the food. They had me go through my day. I think they finally understand about my hypersensitivity, how I might not hear a request and how that’s the reason I got the Shortstop reputation. We all think I have a different reputation to go with the different attitude now.
“Hey, Dad? Why all the crowd control yesterday? Is that usual for a Program parade?” I asked.
“We check with Principal Hertel. He tells us about the crowds and action around the Program kid in school. The rest of the town usually goes the same way. You had big crowds and lots of action. Sure enough you had a big parade – overflow at the market and the bank. The detail was in the same proportion we give everyone, just at the large end of the range,” he explained. “They were supposed to stay out of sight so you wouldn’t be embarrassed and there wouldn’t be any unnecessary intimidation. You wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t stopped in at the station.”
I understood and said so. Ingrid was nodding like she’d just learned something. I’m sure she thanked Dad right away. They disappeared. I got the dishes. I was actually feeling pretty good, so I got them done quickly. Today’s journal went quickly, too. There were only two interruptions. Kurt called to see how I am. We talked for an hour. The towel I was sitting on was soaked at the end of that call. The other interruption was for the laundry – washing bra, towels and stuff.
I’m looking forward to tomorrow. There’s sure to be more sex, especially with Kurt, and now it doesn’t feel like impending doom.