I got up with the radio playing my fave music. I was really bopping around and bouncing my bare everything. That came down when I started to walk to the bathroom. Damn that hurt – my pussy, that is. It was a little red, but didn’t look cut or scraped. It did get used a lot, didn’t it? I popped some of the pain reliever I use when my periods get rough. It worked after a while.
Pain or no, I was all bopping, perky and jiggly making and eating the breakfast. I finished toaster waffles and still wanted more. I fixed some more and ate them right down, too. Ingrid came in all sleepy and groggy. She stayed that way until the coffee kicked in. I was ready to leave by then, so we didn’t say much more than “good morning.” Dad stayed in bed. Looks like they wore each other out. Between them and my double shot of waffles, the syrup bottle was worn out, too.
I walked down Main Street again. There were lots of cars bumper to bumper and creeping along. Our whole little rush hour was waiting for my few minutes of walking. I gave them lots of bounce in my walk and bobbling in my breasts. They gave me lots of honking and waving.
I got half way across the parking lot when some of the football players surrounded me. I thought this bunch all had me yesterday and was thinking they’d better share the request time. They just formed a bubble and escorted me across the lot into the school.
“Right this way, Miss Program Lady,” they said. “No more scratches on that incredibly hot ass.”
Hey, I’m not being conceited. That’s what they said. They kept all the boys away until I was inside at my locker, then they vanished. The seniors had been pushy and sophomores had the most chances around my classes. This time a bunch of juniors who hadn’t had chances followed me in and were waiting to pounce. I barely tossed my stuff into my locker and said “good morning” to Becky when it started.
One request later I was leaning back on my locker, wriggling and squealing. Gene was getting me excited and getting everything out, red and swollen. He didn’t hit any hypersensitive spots, so I felt everything. One hand was on my boob with the fingers tweaking and pinching my nipples. The other hand was on my pussy stroking around to my mound, legs and labia. He got me ready. Really ready. You know how it is ready. I leaned against the locker breathing hard and waiting for the next request.
He looked at me for the longest time, then smiled and asked, “May I fuck you, Shortstop?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” I answered and reached for his belt.
He beat me to it and dropped his pants. Damn he was ready. That cock was up, stiff and throbbing with a drop of precum sparkling on top.
“You should lie down. Less chance of getting hurt,” he suggested.
I agreed and got right down on the floor. He was right on top of me, kissing all around my face and squeezing my boobs. He lifted up on straight arms and slid up so his hard cock started into me. I just smiled at him. I was plenty ready. He slid it in slowly, but not as slowly as Kurt does. He got it wet and sliding well before he turned up the power. The fast thrusts and slamming into my clit put me into one of those continuous explosions, screaming and all.
I came around with him just getting off me. My head was up against the base of the lockers and it hurt. All his thrusting must have scooted me around the floor and into the wall. I got hurt after all.
“Ooh. You did hit. There’s gonna be a lump on your head. I’ll get you some ice if you want,” he offered while he was pulling up his pants.
I felt that spot on my head. Sure enough, there was a little bump forming.
“Pfft,” I blew it off. “Thanks Gene, but I’ve had worse when I wasn’t paying attention to a baseball. Besides, I’ll be off in orgasms too much to keep the ice on all day.”
Do you think I was too easy on him? I already had a dose of the pain pills.
My squirting juices had the floor slippery all around. Walt, another junior slid me across the floor to the middle of the hall while he asked to fuck me. How could I turn that down? The sliding was fun and sex was sure to be more fun
Walt was on me as soon as I stopped sliding. He must have had his pants off while Gene was still fucking me. He was in me right after that and the sex was definitely fun. I screamed, of course, all through the long explosion. I think I grunted at the next request or two. They kept the orgasm going. I just laid there getting laid.
I came around and heard a bell. There was still a crowd around, so that must have been the warning bell.
“That’s all, guys,” came from Becky’s voice and I saw her over me reaching to pick me up.
“Let me,” Gene asked. “It’s supposed to be the rule, right?”
Becky let him reach for my all-fucked-out little body. He bent down and slipped. He went sprawling across me and hit his head on the floor.
“Ooh. You hit. There’s gonna be a bump,” I managed to gasp out as he climbed off me again. “Get your own ice. I’m busy.”
Would I pick on him? You know it. He left. Becky carried me. Sandi got there with a big towel for the relief stool. She had enough for my morning classes and let me know she’d have more after lunch.
The room door didn’t close for a few seconds after the last bell. I think I heard the janitor in the hall cussing at the mess I’d left. Mrs. Canaris made a beeline for that door, but a student beat her to it. She looked out and scowled.
I remembered myself when I took attendance this time. I was on time going to the office. Even when I walk slowly, my boobs bobble when they’re not in a bra. The seven boys from the other homerooms watched me walk. I watched their dicks get hard in their pants. One of them was Steve, Becky’s brother. He looked at me like he had last night. It was like he was looking at something he wanted but couldn’t have.
The request came as expected two steps out of the office. The other senior, not Steve, wanted to fuck me. No way could I go back on the sex requests. It’s what everybody expects now. Hope they expect wet clothes, too. I agreed and got down on the floor. That guy was right on top of me as soon as his pants were down. He got handfuls of my boobs, then moved his hands and started kissing and licking them. Tingle time! That felt good. I didn’t really want to go back on the sex, not the way it felt right then.
His hand at my pussy got everything out, swollen and ready. That all felt really good without going too far. He stuck a finger in me and I did a screaming, convulsive orgasm. I must be getting used to it because the orgasm wasn’t all of the electrical shock. It was warmer and sexier. Maybe it was just the pain pills.
I came around and noticed him placing his cock at my vagina with his hand. His first thrust was the last thing I noticed for a while, except the long explosive orgasm. It was softer and more sexy than I was having yesterday, but still so strong I couldn’t sense anything else.
The next request got a grunt and I reached up for the boy. The words may have not have been there, but the body language was clear. The rest of the guys got the same and so did I – the same long, continuous orgasm that I got in long group fucks yesterday.
My whole body was buzzing and felt great when I came around. Steve was the only one there.
“Come on. I’ll take you to the shower,” he said. “Becky told how many showers you needed yesterday. Bet there are more today.”
He carried me to the locker room. It took me all that time to get hold of myself.
“Did the freshmen get a chance at me?” I asked. “They’ve been so backward all week.”
“Those two did okay. Well, they did you,” he reported.
“How about yourself?” I wondered why he didn’t look sexed at all.
“No, Debbie, I didn’t fuck you,” he replied.
“Why the hell not?” I challenged. “I saw the way you looked at me yesterday. What’s the problem? Were you staring because you like how I look or because you think I look funny?”
“You’re damn cute and sexy, but you’re like family. You and Rebar have so much in common and are so close, you’re like a sister to the rest of us,” he said as he stood me just outside the shower. “If I didn’t think of this sexy pixie who sleeps over as a sister, I’d have so many hardons, my dick would get sore from beating off too much.”
Oh, Rebar is what her brothers call Becky ‘cause she’s so strong. Part of it comes from Rebecca, right? I understood what Steve said. I didn’t go along with it, though. I acted very un-sisterly. I held one of his hands to my breast and my other hand went right to the hard dick in his jeans.
“I’m not your sister, Steve. You just admitted you want me and I want you to get your share – your chance at me in my Program week,” I said as I started on his belt. “Lets do it naked in the shower where it’s easy to clean up. You can get back to being brotherly when you take me to class.”
He hesitated, but I pressed my boob into his hand and wriggled against his cock when I pulled his shirt up. He got the idea. He didn’t need much persuasion, only for me to make myself clear. He helped get his clothes off and led me into the shower. He’s big and strong like his sister, but sized like a man. Yes, that includes his cock.
We did it on the floor and it was nice. He knew that I was really ready, so he didn’t mess around. He got right on me and started pressing his hard cock into me. He must really like me and he cares. He went slowly and lasted a long time. I felt most of his thrusts as separate orgasms – almost as slow as Kurt.
It was all over a little after he came. That was okay because I felt great. I was warm, flushed, buzzing and tingling all over again. Mmm. This sex stuff isn’t like doom at all. He turned on the shower spray and washed me off while I was still lying there. He was careful around my pussy. It wouldn’t do any good to clean me off only to have me squirt again. I was still down and recovering when he washed himself.
He dried himself then came back for me. He had a towel ready. I had to stand, though. He picked me up and held me when I got wobbly. He smiled as he carefully dried me. He was probably back in brother mode by then.
It was too early for second period class, so he took me to my Thursday activity – student government. You know how it is with popular cheerleaders. We get elected to things. I’m one of the sophomores on the student council and secretary of the sophomore class. Today was for class officer meetings. The popular cheerleader thing? Becky is sophomore president. Steve sat me in the empty chair beside his sister.
Becky just looked at me and asked, “How many?”
“Seven again,” I answered.
She did some quick math and figured that had to include her brother. Her eyes flicked from me to him and back.
“He showered me after,” I squealed in Steve’s defense.
Becky’s look at her brother just screamed, “Way to go, Bro!” The way she looked at me wasn’t so enthusiastic.
“Right. Let the minutes show that the minutes of the last meeting are postponed due to our Program participant having her brains fucked out again,” she said past me to the vice president guy who had his pen going in a notebook.
I sort of absorbed what was going on and even said something near the end of the meeting. That was way not like the bubbling, perky pixie I usually am. Mr. Bundt was there watching over things. He only watched my bare body after I got there.
Edgar, the junior class president caught me at the door as we left the meeting room. He got his chance. I got a big explosive fucking orgasm. Oh, he did the foreplay well enough. I was squirming on the floor and pressing against him. It was really good tingle time and he entered me gently. The orgasm was okay, too, but it was one of those long continuous explosions I get when the guy is just out for his own pleasure.
I came around looking up at him and Becky. They were glaring at each other over me. Edgar finished buttoning his jeans, gave Becky a sheepish look and bent down to me. He picked me up and started carrying me. After a few seconds, his hand shifted so it was filled with my free boob. I just smiled and snuggled my head against him. The relief stool, with a towel over it, was waiting for me in the corner of the geometry room.
“Take your regular seat, Debra,” Mrs. Canaris instructed.
Uh-oh. That pointed out that we finished all the problems from the chapter. The next thing is usually a quiz. Geometry had not been on my mind the last couple of days. I did not need a quiz. We got one anyway. At least I got to sit on the big towel instead of the hard desk chair as it got wet from what ran out of me. The quiz? Hey, I know this geometry stuff. Piece of cake.
I didn’t think it was the case, but there was still a sophomore boy who hadn’t had me. I told you about Aaron Garbach, right? He hadn’t said a word to me all summer or in school this year. There he was blocking the door when I was leaving geometry. It wasn’t an accident or coincidence, not the way he made eye contact. I stood still and waited for him to speak or move.
“How much will you let me do?” he asked.
“Ask and see,” he had to make a reasonable request, but I’d let him fuck me.
“May I touch your pussy?” he asked something I couldn’t refuse on Thursday.
“Sure,” I answered and thrust my pussy out at him.
He started with the finger action and it almost felt good. He could have been in less of a hurry and more gentle. He got me wet and got my clit out. One of his strokes went over that clit and I exploded. Squirted all over him, too. I heard him talking just after that, but didn’t hear what he said. It was enough trouble to stand up even though I was leaning against him.
“May I fuck you?” he repeated.
“Okay,” was what he and everyone around us expected.
He let me lie down on the floor while he dropped his pants. His cock was up, hard and wagging over me as he got down on his knees and straddled me. I was ready enough for the normal, gentle entry most boys do. I wasn’t ready for Aaron. He went in quick and thrust all the way in and slammed hard into my clit. I only heard part of my scream, but it was the loudest one I can remember. It hurt as much as gave me an electric explosion. I barely felt what he was doing while the shock went on and on. He was pounding into me and doing it hard. He hit me hard enough to make my boobs shake all over my chest. He kept pounding on me and I screamed enough for the whole day. That whole fuck had me back to the hard, sharp electric shock, not the warm tingling of an orgasm.
I came around when Aaron was standing over me buttoning his jeans. How many times have I written that? I guess it takes them as long to get their pants up as it does for me to recover my senses. Anyway, Becky and Steph were yelling at him to carry me to class. They reminded him of the rule and shamed him into it. He did and dropped me on the relief stool. Dropped, not set. He acted glad to be rid of me. I guess he’s still pissed at me. At least he spoke when he asked the requests.
Mr. Bundt had the history class doing another assigned essay by the time I was ready to get off the stool. I started for my regular seat and was ready to ask someone for some paper and a pencil so I could do the essay.
“Can I make another request, Shortstop?” he called me over to his desk.
“To feel my ... pudenda?” I asked with a laugh
“Well, no. It’s not something a teacher can make you do. Only if you want. I’d like to have intercourse with you,” he requested.
“Really!? ... Umm ... How do you want me?”
I was startled, but agreed right away. Hey, I did say he’s cute and single. He was startled, too, at how quickly I agreed. He recovered and didn’t stammer or anything.
“Face the desk and lean over it,” he directed.
I assumed the position. It put my pudenda right in his face again. I looked over the edge of his desk. All the stuff in the way yesterday was elsewhere today. There were the faces of several students looking me right in the eye. They stopped writing and just stared. I heard Mr. Bundt’s pants fall. He didn’t step out of them. I think I smirked a little about how wet it was going to get back there.
His hands felt around my legs and ass then went between. He made my inner thighs tingle and occasionally bumped my vulva. I started wriggling around on his desk. I “accidentally” arranged for his hand to hit my vulva more often. That was getting me hot and wet. He reached a hand around my chest and cupped a breast. I arched my back to press my chest into him then wriggled more. I squashed my boob into his hand and rubbed it around. Mmm. More tingling.
He felt that I was getting wet and thought it was a good time to finger me. I felt his hand cup my pussy and the finger start to slide in. He got to that spot and I exploded. It was just a finger, but it felt better than Aaron. The explosion lasted a while – all while he was fingering me. I was recovering when he stood close behind me. He rubbed himself over my ass when he went lower to line up his penis. That was feeling good, too.
He went into me very slowly. There was a long time between when he started in until he hit that spot. I came around with him pressed tight against my ass and in as far as he could go from behind. I opened my eyes and there were all those students. They were looking right into my face as I was fucked from behind – as I came.
Mr. Bundt drew his penis out of me slowly, too. I felt him start moving and the explosion started lightly. I almost thought I’d stay conscious through this one. No way. The explosion started lightly, but then reached its full convulsive strength while his penis slid over that sensitive spot. He held himself with the head of his penis just inside me. He waited for me to quit screaming and to quit breathing hard. I got another look at all those amazed, dressed kids staring at me. This was one of the rare moments in my Program week when I felt lonely – the only naked one in town.
His next in-stroke was another slow one. He was doing me more slowly than Kurt does. He moved more slowly and waited longer for me to recover between thrusts. I had one of my convulsive orgasms on every one of those thrusts, then I recovered enough to notice the kids around me and even the juices running down my legs.
I think he went along like that until he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He gave a very quick thrust into me and held it there. I got to my senses to hear him grunting and squeezing my ass against the desk when he leaned on it harder. He was pressing tight against me and that helped me feel the sexiness of all those orgasms. I was feeling warm and tingly all over. I could feel like that all day. Way not like doom. He held himself there for a while, then pulled out of me. That out-stroke gave me another screaming orgasm.
When I recovered, the class was giggling and looking behind me. I just had to see what was going on back there. Mr. Bundt was looking down at his underwear, pants, shoes and socks. They were all down around his feet and were soaking wet. He just stood there looking down as his penis softened and curled down to point at the wet clothes.
I stood up, took a step to him and snuggled against him. I gave him a little kiss on his cheek. He gasped and looked startled. I think that embarrassed him more than having sex with a student in front of a whole class.
“Did that ... fulfill ... your request?” I asked in a series of gasps.
He just nodded his head. He was blushing from the top of that head all the way down his legs. The class applauded – I think mostly for him. I staggered to the relief stool, sat on it and staked my claim to the only towel in the room. I wiped off my legs and let stuff run out of my pussy. I felt sort of cool. The long slow sex had me all sweaty. Mr. Bundt’s desk blotter still had a wet mark in the shape of my little upper body. I found a dry edge of the towel and wiped the rest of myself.
Mr. Bundt rolled his eyes at me and my towel. He pulled up his wet clothes and left the room. One of the office staff arrived before the hour ended. She explained that Mr. Bundt had to go home briefly and she would be supervising the class as we wrote our essays. I stayed on the stool and rested.
I was walking alright by the end of class. I didn’t think I needed any more sex after all that fucking. That was before Kurt’s football friends got to me at the chemistry room door. Their requests were all reasonable and I couldn’t deny them. My breasts, mound, ass and vulva were all thoroughly felt up and excited. I know better than to try to walk away. That’s the easy way to get bruises where they really hurt. I just stood there until I was wriggling and pressing myself against whatever touches were happening. Yes, they were getting me ready again and stayed away from my clit and out of my vagina. Their comments let me know what they were after.
“Your boyfriend likes you horny, Shortstop,” one said.
“You’re getting too much sex to stay horny. We have to help,” said another very helpful one.
Those two had worked over my chest. I was starting to get interested in sex again – all smiling and breathing hard. The next few went for my ass and pussy.
“Smooth, tight ass, Shortstop. Nice round bubble and cute dimples,” that one went for what interests him.
The next one separated my labia and ran his finger up my slit. He stopped short of my clit and the sensitive nubbin stayed in its hood. That’s not what the next one had in mind.
“Lets make that big, cute clit come out where it can get you screaming,” said Frank the clit expert.
Ya know, those guys could have some very interesting Program weeks in the future. Very interesting.
“Relief is just a step away,” said the last one.
He stepped out of the way and I could see into the chemistry room. There was Kurt. He was at our lab table watching me squirm and wriggle from all those sexy touches. He stood there with his arms folded and a big smirk on his face. He wanted me ready and that’s what he got – one hot, ready girlfriend.
I launched myself again. I ran with boobs flying right to him and hopped onto his lap. If he wasn’t leaning against the lab table, I’d have knocked him off the stool. As it was, he grabbed my little naked body and held tight. We kissed and I wriggled around in his lap a lot. The few times my clit hit him brought squeals and gasps.
We got quiet when the bell rang. I sat in his lap with my legs around his body and my arms around his head. Our faces were as close together as they can be without kissing.
Mr. Canaris surmised, “I see you’ll be favoring us with another display of relief, Debra. Go ahead.”
Kurt stood up with me dangling by my arms around his neck. He held me tight against him and carried me to the emergency shower. Okay, he was thinking past the moment.
He set me on my feet and started stripping off his t-shirt. I went for his belt and we both worked over the buttons of his jeans. I went down on my knees when I pulled the jeans down. I untied his sneakers and flipped them off, then pulled off his jeans. I looked up at his bikini briefs with the head of his hard cock sticking out above the waistband. It had to strain against the elastic, but it twitched at just the right time again. I kissed it as I started to pull his briefs down and it twitched against my mouth.
I laid down on the floor. Kurt kicked all his clothes out of the way and followed me. As soon as he got on me, I wrapped him in my legs and arms. He put his tongue in my mouth. I wasn’t feeling anything but him all over me. In a few seconds I was feeling him in me, and not just in my mouth.
His penis started between my labia. He used short gentle strokes to get himself wet, going in a little deeper each time. He got up on straight arms before he got in too far. When one of those first strokes got to my spot, my vagina exploded, my head shot back and I started a scream. My mouth would not have been a good place for his tongue just then. My pussy was the perfect place for his dick.
You know how he does me, right? That’s how it went again. I could see the whole class staring down at us between his thrusts. They were smiling and getting a little excited as they watched him give me what was coming to me – orgasms one after the other.
The idea of screwing under the shower worked. The cold water cooled us off, washed us and cleaned the floor. Kurt even brought his own towel. We both dried off. I was all engorged, swollen and showing. He was all soft and satisfied. He picked up his clothes and started to put them on.
I grabbed his dick and objected, “No. Not yet. I want to watch it get hard and twitch at me.”
He stayed naked while we sat together at our lab table. What a great boyfriend. Not only does he get naked to fuck me, but he stays bare. It takes a real commitment to be naked in our school when he’s not in the Program. His cock took about half the period to get aroused again. I smiled at it then up at his face. His cock was twitching when I looked back down at it. We kept our hands on each other below the table top when we didn’t need them for other things.
There wasn’t much delay getting to lunch. Everyone’s hungry. I got my bag and walked to the cafeteria without any requests. The cafeteria line was another story. I was surrounded by freshmen. The girls blushed and turned their backs. The boys stared awkwardly. They tried to act like they weren’t embarrassed, but they tried to hide it when they adjusted their hard cocks. There are about a dozen freshman boys and only four have had me. That’s gotta change. I started in on them. Teasing. Really teasing. Showing my sexy parts even with no requests. Brushing my boobs against them “accidentally.” Smiling at the bulges in their jeans. They couldn’t do anything about me without leaving the line. That would be worse. Even the freshman girls would razz them about that.
Lunch with the other cheerleaders went as usual. Conversation was about the pep rally and what routine we would do. That seems to depend on how I’m feeling by the end of the day tomorrow. I stretched the last half of my apple and got as much rest as I could. I threw the bag at the freshman table. Not at the trash barrel – at the freshmen. It bounced off one boy’s face, another’s shoulder and went right into the trash. It was all luck, but really looked cool.
The boy I smacked in the face is Zack, the littlest freshman. Wouldn’t you know that’s the one I would pick on. He’s short and physically behind his year in development. He has the muscle structure of a little boy, but he’s 15 like the rest of his class. He’s the only boy in school as short as me. He gets some taunting and teasing about it. Lots of guys call him Ziggy because he has nothing.
Zack is physically immature, but his emotional development is at least on target. He has an okay attitude and gives back the taunts as he gets them. He got up from his table and came over to me.
“Did that make you feel good?” he challenged.
“Not really, but I need to do something to get your attention. I’m naked in my Program week and you freshmen aren’t taking any advantage,” I retorted. “So it worked. You’re here. Got any requests?”
“Really? Me?”
“You’re a student here, right Zack? You get to ask. Anything you want to see? Touch?” I said thrusting out my chest at him.
I didn’t call him Ziggy. He was standing up to me and I wanted him to feel confident enough to try a request. If we’d been alone, I’d have put his hand on my tit and maybe kissed him to get him started. This time he had to ask a Program request. That took a while.
He did ask the obvious – to touch my boobs. He was gentle and thorough in going over my breasts. My nipples liked his touch and told me so by tingling and swelling. He was all “wow” over the way my nipples extend way out when they get hard. The inexperienced guy would be all “wow” over any nipples responding to his touch.
Zack looked at my pussy without asking, but that’s not unusual. I shifted on the bench to show more and smiled encouragement at him.
“May I touch ... there?” he asked tentatively.
“All you want,” I answered and stood up to give him a clear reach.
His eyes got wide when he felt me up. I got wet. He was doing a good job even if he didn’t know it.
He noticed the wetness and asked, “This is how they said it is when a girl gets excited. Are you getting sexy?”
“Oh, yes.” I answered as I felt my clit came out to greet Zack.
His dick looked like it was trying to come out, too. He had a sharp, pointed bulge in his jeans.
“C ... can I put a finger inside you?” he stammered.
“Yes, but ... I’ll have an orgasm right away. I’ll scream, fall down and hurt my ass,” I cautioned him.
He looked scared, pulled his hand away from me and said “Oh, if you don’t want me to ...”
“But I do. It’s a Program request I’ve been agreeing to. I just have to lie down first,” I explained.
I got down on the courtyard concrete and opened my legs. Zack squatted down beside me, felt me up all around my vulva and finally slid his finger inside me. He hit the spot and I exploded. It felt like it went on for a while. I came around with Zack there beside me wearing a big smile.
“Were those all orgasms? Did I get you off?” he was all wonder.
“Yeah,” I gasped.
I wasn’t in any shape to go into how easy it is to get me off.
“Anything else?” I asked looking pointedly at the point in his jeans.
Junior and senior boys egged him on. The only times they called him Ziggy were when they talked about him not doing me. He got the message. They all expected him to take advantage of the Program, screw me and they’d already done it.
“M ... May ... C ... Can I ... f ... fuck you?” he barely stammered out.
Zack doesn’t have a stuttering problem. He was really stressed this time.
“Sure. I like it when freshmen get with the Program,” I felt good enough for a cheerful answer. “You already have me ready. Just get your dick going.”
Zack dropped his pants and underwear. He kept his eyes on me so he didn’t feel too self conscious about showing his stuff to everyone around. He doesn’t shower with us yet, but he will soon enough. He had a real reason to be nervous. He has almost no pubic hair and his dick is one of his parts that needs time to develop. It was way on the small side even when it was erect. He’s not a ziggy in my book if he has the guts to show that. It went right into me and felt only a little bigger than a finger, but then all I need is a finger. He held his head up and wore a big smile. I could tell he was savoring every sensation and those sensations were all new to him.
His first thrust into me sent me into an orgasm. My vagina exploded followed quickly by my clit when his body landed on it. My squirming convulsions can be a wild ride. He managed to hang in there – in my pussy – and give me a long orgasm. It was as intense as any of the others and lasted as long.
I recovered my senses with Zack sitting beside me. His underwear was up, but not his jeans. Juices and semen were running from my pussy. He’s not that immature, apparently. Nobody was calling him Ziggy.
Lots more guys were calling me Shortstop – as part of their requests. I gave the okay and they went to pushing each other. No freshmen felt like they had a chance in the free-for-all. One junior finally got on me. I went into the expected series of orgasms with little breaks when the boy on me changed.
Mr. Scheer had lunch duty and was talking when I came around the last time.
“That’s all for now, guys. You help her to the shower. Maybe she’ll be able to get to my class on time once this week,” he instructed.
The guy just getting off me was Frank. That may have been the third time he had me this week – second for sure. It’s just the Program. Kurt doesn’t have anything to worry about from his friend. Frank carried me to the locker room and into the shower. He turned a spray on me and started to wash me. I didn’t stand for that for long. I didn’t stand because I couldn’t. He took great delight in washing my clit over and over. He kept referring to it as big or cute, then grabbing and rubbing it. I just lay there and took orgasm after orgasm.
He quit when the warning bell rang. He dried me, then himself and got dressed. He even helped me walk to class. He still had me running wet with excitement, so I was glad Sandi had put a towel in the room.
I got to move the towel to my normal seat for most of the class. They took one picture for the whole class to use – a picture of me standing there in all my naked glory. The lesson had moved on from capturing images to processing them. We had to crop and frame the picture. I saw everything from the full head-to-toe image they took to a close-up on my pussy. A lot of the girls cropped close to my face and left out all the Program exposure. Boys usually included my face, shoulders and boobs with occasional lower parts. The boob and pussy close-ups were the exceptions. I did one from mid-thigh up. Hey, I’m proud of my body.
Just before class ended, I was called to the office. Mr. Scheer checked my work and let me go with a smile. I guess he liked how I did the picture. The office clerk had me sit and wait for Principal Hertel. I waited and waited. The bells rang – all of them – and I just waited. I got a little pissed that I wasn’t getting any Program attention between classes. I got a lot pissed when the first five minutes of English class went by and I was still waiting. I wouldn’t get any relief sex with Kurt.
Principal Hertel stuck his head out of his office and said, “Sorry, Debra. I got tied up. Go on to class and I’ll call for you again when I get loose.”
Right. A wild goose chase and it cost me my relief with Kurt. Damn. I went to English class and didn’t bother to ask for relief. I know the rules. There’s no excuse for missing those magic minutes. English class work was to write the poem about me and my Program week. Everybody was busily writing something. They’d look up, look at me or stare into space every now and then as if thinking up what to say. How did I notice that? I was doing the same thing.
The announcement came just before English class ended. I had to go to the office again. Miss Brits just nodded to me and I left. The office clerk let me go right in to the principal’s office that time.
“How’s your Program week going, Debra?” Principal Hertel asked almost like small talk.
I told him how exciting all the sex has been and how everybody has been giving me an interesting week.
“Isn’t all that a little tiring?” he asked.
“Well, yes,” I said with some attitude showing.
What does he think? I’m getting three or four gang bangs a day and a steady diet of fucking between classes, for relief and even with a teacher in class.
“I get tired, but then usually have a chance to rest and recover before the next time,” I gave him a proper answer.
I heard the bell ringing in the background while he asked, “Does it interfere with cheerleading to be getting so tired?”
“Yeah, it did yesterday. Mrs. Hilfes and Becky were both pissed at me for screwing up so badly,” I confessed.
“You know, there’s nobody keeping records of how much sex a Program participant has in a day or a week. You don’t have to do it all that much,” he advised.
“Everybody wants me. Some like they’re out to get me. Some like they’re hot for me. There are a lot of requests. It’s so much fun, though, especially with Kurt. We’re together now,” I disagreed.
We went on for a little while. He gets it that I’m doing everybody else as just Program sex. Kurt is going along with it and our relationship is growing. He nodded approvingly when I went over that difference. Another bell went off when he got to his next point – the reason for the meeting.
“You’re supposed to be writing a journal this week. How’s that coming?” he asked.
“It’s a journal,” I gave another flip answer. “Really, it’s up to date and loaded with plenty of Program experiences.”
“Great. Bring it in tomorrow. I’d like to have a look at it. I’ll call you to the office when I have a chance to read it. See you then,” he requested and dismissed me suddenly.
I heard the last-hour bell as I was leaving his office. I was thinking “Oh, crap!” all the way to the gym. Like any sports coach, Mrs. Hilfes makes us run laps if we’re late to practice. I was in too much of a hurry at my locker. I fumbled the combination. It took three tries to get in and get my open front bra. Mrs. Hilfes was just outside her office. I just barely stopped before running into her. I must have looked like a scared kid caught at being late. That’s because that’s what I was. It isn’t the laps that bother me. It’s that she would be pissed and I’ve been letting the cheerleaders down all week.
“Come on,” is all she said to me.
“Don’t I have to run?” I wondered out loud.
“I know you were in the principal’s office on business, not for punishment. If you come out to the field with me, the other girls will think we were working on something and not that I’m letting you get away with anything,” she explained.
I checked that Becky already had the minitramp out there. Cheerleading practice went as well as Tuesday’s. That’s when I could do all my stuff with the cut-away bra holding my boobs. Becky and Mrs. Hilfes were all smiles. The cheers, the bouncing jumps, the aerials and the pyramid all went perfectly. I even felt good enough to give a show when the junior high let out. I asked for a cheer that ends in a jump split. I put my boobs them my pussy right in those eighth grader boys’ faces. They must not have seen me on Monday or Tuesday. They gasped and stared but were smiling the whole time.
Mrs. Hilfes cornered Becky and me as we were dragging the minitramp in, “I’m going to introduce you two last at the pep rally. Would you consider doing an aerial when you come out?”
Becky and I both said, “Sure” and I added, “If I’m not too tired.”
“You better not be too tired. We want to show off that pyramid and your fancy mount. The whole school needs to know what chance we have in competition this year,” she said, then added a little fun of her own. “Besides, we don’t often get to show off a naked Program girl.”
I only blushed about the cheerleading and being a big part of our chances. I was really ready to do the pep rally naked, and Saturday’s game, too. Like I said at the beginning of the week, nudity hasn’t been my problem.
“What kept you?” and “Why didn’t you have to run?” came from the other girls when we got into the weight room.
I told the truth. I’d been in the principal’s office about my Program journal. That shocked them. The Program’s been going for so long now that we never do journals anymore. I filled them in on Principal Hertel and his new place on the Program commission. I would be the only one so ‘lucky’ to do a journal. They didn’t have to worry.
The weight workout felt as good as the cheerleading. I wasn’t too tired to do either of them. That was before the shower, of course.
I zipped into the locker room as soon as I saw the football team come in from practice. I went straight to Kurt’s locker and presented myself for requests. I stood in front of him with my breasts thrust out and a big expectant smile on my face. He didn’t disappoint.
“Could you please pull off my jock, Deb?” he asked as he was hanging his pads.
I grabbed the waistband of his supporter and pulled it down. That got his dick free of the protective cup. Now, I want his dick and balls protected. They mean something to me now. There’s a time when they need to get free and get busy with fucking me. That was the time. I stayed squatting down so his stuff was right at eye level. I watched him get aroused. He got up hard and excited right before my eyes. That deserved kisses.
I started kissing his balls, then the front side of his cock. I licked the little wet drop off his head before I kissed there. Okay, he was sweaty, wet and smelled like a man who was working hard. He’s my boyfriend and he gets that way. I have to get used to his body. The way the shower works in our school, that’s the time we’ll get to do each other every day. Of course, in the spring, he’ll have to get used to me after I’ve been sliding around on infield dirt for a couple of hours.
I followed the trails of sweat up his belly and chest giving him kisses as fast as I could. I climbed on the bench to get up to his shoulders. My arms went around his neck and I pulled myself up. He helped with a hand under my ass. My kisses went all over his face and my body pressed against him all the way down to my feet. His hard cock was between my legs and starting to poke at my vulva.
I wriggled against him because if felt good. My boobs and mound were tingling and his cock caused some more of that on my legs. My clit came out. What should I have expected? It took one wiggle against him to get a scream from me.
“Okay. I think that got my jock off. Lets wash and mess around in the shower before we get each other off. ‘Kay?” he invited.
I just moaned. I wanted my tongue in his mouth and his hard cock in my pussy. The shower didn’t matter to me right then. He carried me there anyway. Most people carry me like a baby – cradled in their arms. Kurt and a few other boys carry me hanging down their front as if hugging. That’s how he had me that time. He kept one hand under my ass and pushed my clit away from himself with the other. I felt the tingling from his hands, from my boobs against him and the subsiding explosion from that hit on my clit. I was ready and not for washing.
He laid me on the floor under that one shower spray that Program kids mostly use. He got down there with me and went at it. His kisses kept me interested and warmed me up. His hands on my boobs had the nipples and areolas stiff and tingling. He nestled between my legs. He’s enough taller than me that his cock didn’t go in or even poke me that much. He hit my clit once when he got on. That explosion wasn’t so shocking the way he had the rest of me all sexy. It went over as an orgasm – warm and sexy. I like the softer orgasms I get when the guy cares and does me slowly like Kurt. Really like it. Want that kind of orgasm all day long like it. The kissing and boob action ended, but I didn’t really mind. I wanted what came next even more.
He slid his cock into me slowly like he always does. He got the head wet and sliding first, then pressed in so he was rubbing over that sensitive spot. That’s when my screaming started. He moved and I screamed. He held still and I recovered. He moved and I felt all of it. That scream ended when he held still again. Count the explosions? No way. It was one big Kurt lay. I’ll take all of those I can get no matter how long they last.
He came when he was thrust into me as far as he can go. He was relatively still, so I recovered and saw his face. He was all screwed up like it was really intense. I felt the little pulses and twitches in my pussy as he ejaculated. Just that feeling and seeing him enjoy his orgasm set me off again. I came in one of those little orgasms I get without touching my sensitive places.
Kurt slid out and lay down on me as soon as I finished screaming. He was all kissing, cuddly and sweet. The school shower is no place for that. A bunch of people were telling him to get off. They wanted Program sex and wanted me. It took me a moment to realize that those insistent voices were girls’. No, none of them was Becky or the lesbian couple.
Kurt got off and I propped up on my elbows to see what was going on. Several of the girls who have steady boyfriends were pushing those boys toward me. The guys were all hard and ready. The girls looked like they’d had someone at their boobs for a while – all puffy and hard. Some had swollen, ready pussies, too.
“It’s Program sex.” “Get her.” “You know you want to.” “What would she do in your week?”
They were encouraging their boyfriends, but they had a different look in their eyes. Did they want to see me screwed by their guys? Did they figure I’d get the guys anyway and this way it would be on their terms? Did they think they were humiliating me? Making me the school slut?
“What would I want other boys to do in your Program week?” one of the boys retorted looking more at Kurt than at his girlfriend.
“It’s just Program shower sex,” said Kurt as he stepped away.
I haven’t been too nice to those girls. They easily could be out to see me screwed or trying to make me seem a slut. The way the Program works in our town, especially in that shower, it’s just the Program no matter who the sex is with. There’s no sluttiness to it.
I smiled up at the boys and reached for them. They didn’t have to ask with that body language.
There were four boys being pushed at me. I’m pretty sure they all got turns. I sure screamed long enough. They didn’t do me slowly like Kurt, but they probably did me like they do their girlfriends. It all came across as one big explosion that lasted and lasted. You know how that goes for me. I probably didn’t even grunt after those four requests. The boys just stopped.
The thought occurred to me as I came around after those guys finished, “Damn, at this rate I’ll screw the whole school – if the freshmen cooperate.”
Principal Hertel said there’s no record kept of how many times a participant has sex. There’s another way of figuring it, though. It would be an unbreakable record if I could screw all the guys in the school in my week.
Kurt washed me off and Becky helped dry me. Kurt carried me to Steve’s truck. He carried me hanging down in front of him and hugging again. I must have looked like a little bare-assed ornament hanging around his neck. I kept my tongue in his mouth. Mmm – until we got to the truck. Becky scooted to the middle and cradled me. Kurt got in and came with us.
Dad was home again this afternoon. Steve was still in the truck – maybe ashamed to face Dad after screwing me this morning. Not Kurt. He came in with Becky and me. Dad gave me another quick look and asked Becky about my day.
She counted on her fingers as she counted, “Four before school, seven in first period, one before second hour, one before third, the teacher in history, relief from Kurt in chemistry, four at lunch and five in the shower.”
She looked at the fingers she’d been counting on, “Twenty four.”
“Twenty one different guys,” I corrected. “Frank did me yesterday, too, and I’m getting lots of Kurt.”
If Becky’s count is right, I had 20 guys yesterday and 21 different ones today. There are nine boys to go and seven of them are freshmen. The freshmen may be a challenge, but that record is in reach.
Dad rolled his eyes and told Becky to put me to bed. I overheard what he said as soon as we were out of the room. He had Kurt cornered. I’d just told how much he’s doing me. He said things that challenged Kurt a little. His tone was even more challenging. He came across as a cop interrogating a suspect.
“Helping her have a good week or just enjoying her?” he asked bluntly.
“Want her for more than a week – a lot more,” Kurt answered in a strong voice. “Didn’t expect it to be this much fun.”
“Think you’re good enough?”
“She jumps all over me.”
“Not what I meant, but I’ll let you slide. How’s she?”
“The hottest. Better than any dreams, and she was in the dreams.”
Becky was blushing to overhear them that way. She didn’t like the eavesdropping any more than I did. I liked Dad’s attitude about Kurt even less.
I gave Becky a compliment for Steve, “Tell Steve I think he’s a great lay. He needs a steady girlfriend. He’ll keep her really happy that way.”
She scampered out of my room and tried to give Kurt a way out, “C’mon, Kurt. You have to work.”
She and Steve gave Kurt a ride to the Inn.
I wandered into the kitchen about an hour later. I was still tired, walking slowly and naked. Dad and Ingrid were dressed very up and ready to leave. There were going to dinner and a show in the city. I got to fix my own dinner as usual. I also made a shopping list.
I walked to the market along North Street most of the way. There’s less chance of causing traffic accidents that way. I exchanged big smiles and waves with all the people in the market parking lot and in the checkout lines. I was still naked – the only one in town. There aren’t any requests outside school except in the Tuesday parade. I still felt lonely – singled out and special. That ‘special’ part didn’t feel so bad. All the people around were friendly. None did anything worse than stare. The guys who stared also got bulges in their pants. I took those as compliments.
Several adults managed to converge around me in one aisle – right in front of the waffle syrup. I got two bottles of the stuff.
“How’s your week going, Shortstop?” one woman asked.
“Naked,” I gave the flip answer.
“And in school?” asked another.
“Naked and sexy,” I told her.
“That’s what we hear,” said a man.
“You’re going to fit right in,” said another.
“Way ahead as a sophomore,” said the first woman. “Seniors usually get it right away. Sophomores and freshmen go through the Program, then it takes a year or so for the message to sink in.”
“You’re just about there already,” said the second woman.
I left the store scratching my head over all that. Of course I’m getting the message loud and clear – just as loud as my screams.
I got back home with the two bags of groceries I could carry and put them away. Today’s journal took only a little while to write, even though it was interrupted by a call from Kurt. I guess he’s not worried about Dad. I think he already proved himself and I can swing Dad by just telling him.
Kurt asked me for a date tomorrow night, “Beach swimming and ... Ya know, Deb, Saturday morning is one time they don’t need me at the Inn.”
He sounded so sly when he mentioned Saturday morning. I just had to return the attitude.
“So what do you like for breakfast?” I asked.
We’re on the same page about the date. He even likes waffles. He’ll get more than that. No, I don’t just mean sex.
Okay, I’m using sex several ways. I’m keeping my reputation and place in the school social structure. Can’t let that slide. I’m enjoying the hell out of the physical fucking and everyone who hears me scream knows it. I’m also building a relationship with a loving partner. I think we’ve both wanted each other for years. If there are kids out to humiliate me – tough shit! It’s not working.
I’m doing the Program sex even when I don’t enjoy it, enjoying as much as I can, making love with Kurt and separating those things in my mind. I that the sort of attitude the Program is there for? Is that what our country and the conservative rural part in particular needs to understand and be like the rest of the world? Is that a difference between adults and teens?