I was dreaming about sleeping all night with Kurt and a mighty fine dream it was. The radio went off and I just kept dreaming. The rockin' music didn't get me up, but it did have a nice beat to pace what my finger was doing between my legs. Just think - sex in bed, not on a desk or floor. Then there's sex first thing in the morning complete with the screaming and the shower - a private shower. Loving sex instead of Program sex and a loving shower instead of a very public gang bang. That will start for real as soon as Kurt gets here. Writing about the anticipation has it going again. This may take a minute.
Okay, I got up after I got off. My solo shower was almost a replay, but I didn't want to be too late. There was a whole town waiting for me.
Dad and Ingrid both came to breakfast. Well, I'm sure they came, but it was in the bedroom. They got up for breakfast. Oh! You know what I mean. I made sure I got all the syrup I wanted on those waffles before they left. They took their time, though. They told all about their evening in the city - well, not all. They only told the part where they were in the city. The stuff here in bed? Not so much.
I went into Dad's reaction to Kurt. I told how nice he is - how thoughtful and how well he does me. Dad looked down at the table when I got to the part about Kurt screwing me. His teeth were clenched behind pursed lips when I told how much I want to keep seeing Kurt and doing it with him - a lot. He twitched a little when I asked how it would go if they came to breakfast and Kurt was here.
Dad looked at Ingrid. She stayed quiet. She knows it's a family thing. Hey, she can listen. I'm getting to like the idea of her in the family. Dad didn't answer me, but he asked a question of his own.
"So he's doing you. Is it a faithful boyfriend thing or just the Program?" he asked.
"Hey, I'm the one screwing the whole school. He's being faithful and tolerating my Program sex really well. He gives me relief and takes me first when he can, then lets the Program take over. When I get all overdone he and Becky take care of me. You saw how he did last night. He doesn't have to do any of that." I hope I answered well.
The rest of breakfast was quiet. I even left before they did.
I copied my journal onto a disk, then jammed it and some towels into my backpack and set off for school, taking Main Street again. Yep, the whole town was waiting for me - at least all those who drive out of town in our little rush hour. They were creeping by bumper to bumper as I bopped along the sidewalk. I waved and jumped up and down - no, not really jumped. Didn't want to hurt my boobs. I just bounced a little extra when I shouted to them.
"Pep rally today!" "Football game tomorrow!" "Naked cheerleader!" "Come see!"
I kept up the shouting all the way to school and got back a steady stream of honks, waves and yells. Most of the yells were like, "Looking good" and "See you at the game." Yep. They'll see me. All of me. That made me glad we had a good cheerleading practice yesterday. I was starting to worry, but you know that wasn't about the nakedness.
Some football players bubbled around me again to escort me inside when I got to school.
"Let's see that gorgeous ass where it got scratched, Shortstop," one asked while we were still outside.
"Damn cute, and no new scratches," reported another.
"Keep it that way, Deb. We'll try to help. Gotta keep you concentrating on that big, cute clit," came from Frank.
Yes, I'm just repeating their words again. I'm glad they like my ass. It does nothing for me except feel good when Kurt strokes it just right. I stowed my backpack in my locker, said "Good morning" to Becky and turned around ready for requests.
Those came right away. Zack and a group of freshmen boys came along. The others stood back. Sophomores all had their chances and my thing for freshmen must be getting around.
"Go ahead," Zack told his buddies. "She likes it and she wants freshmen. She said."
I turned a little to make my boobs sway, then shook my ass like I was dancing. That made my boobs jiggle all the more. The freshmen all stared and most of them at my boobs. They looked scared, though and started to back away.
I tried to reinforce Zack, "He's right. You guys get to ask requests like anyone else. C'mon. It's just the Program."
Some of the freshman girls from the lunch line yesterday got behind the boys. The boys turned to flee and came face to face with their potential girlfriends. Pressure anyone? That was not the time to back out of any thing sexy.
Zack put on a little more pressure, "Get her now before you have to fight seniors and juniors."
"Thanks, Zack," I said and kissed him on the cheek.
The little guy blushed sooo red, but he kept up the pressure on the other guys. Donnie eventually asked to grab a boob. He took a lot longer to say it than I took to write it because he was stammering so much. He did okay with the boob. My nipples and areolas were out on both sides when he was finished. He was still staring, but didn't look frightened anymore.
"May I touch you down there?" he asked looking at my pussy.
"Sure," I agreed to the request. "You know that's going to get me off and really ready for sex, don't you? What are you going to do about that?"
He stared long and hard, then swallowed and answered, "We'll think of something?"
His smile grew along with mine. I think I got through to Donnie, at least. His gropes around my pussy went very well. My clit came out and his hand hit it. I hit the floor. My scream must have scared Donnie. He was standing over me when I came around. Zack was pushing him and telling him to drop his pants.
"May I ... fuck you, Debra?" Donnie asked when he saw that I was alert.
He got the biggest smile I can do. He also got me up on my knees and reaching for his belt. He gasped when I opened the buckle and started on the buttons. Every twist of a button must have squeezed his cock in there. I pulled his jeans down and then his shorts. Oh, yeah. That cock would fill his jeans and I wanted it to fill my pussy. I leaned back onto the floor and pulled him by the hand. He got down with me and tried some more play on my pussy. He got squirted and a scream. I was already ready.
Donnie stretched out on my body with his cock lined up and pressing into me. He slid it in a little and I helped by wiggling around a little. It felt good - tingling and sexy after he got me so ready. He pressed harder and I came harder. The explosion in my vagina sent me into orgasm. He kept that up with every thrust and hit my clit a lot, too. It was all one screaming, shocking orgasm. Nowhere near what I like from Kurt, but average for the Program sex I'd had all week.
I recovered and found myself looking up into the expectant smiling face of Max. I guess Donnie finished, Max asked and I grunted an agreement. Becky wouldn't let it happen any other way. Max was now lying on me and leaning up on his arms. At least I was getting it on with two freshmen before school. I felt his cock at my entrance - my very ready entrance. Max had no trouble sliding into me and getting me back into my screaming orgasm. It felt as good as with Donnie and must have lasted about as long, too.
I came around again with both those boys standing over me. After a few seconds, I realized they were arguing over who would carry me to class. Neither would admit that the other was the one who fucked my brains out. The warning bell went off. Becky rolled her eyes, picked me up and took me into homeroom.
Sandi was just putting a gym towel on the relief stool when Becky perched me there. I caught Sandi's hand, looked her in the eye and gave her a sincere "Thank you." She blushed.
"Thank you, Deb. Thanks for putting me with Tom in chemistry. We're going together now ... and spent last night together," she replied with a big smile as if remembering a lot of last night.
She had to move quickly to dodge the snap of that towel.
I felt good enough to stand in front of the class after I took attendance. I did the nonchalant looking around and casual bouncing of my boobs again. I think they're getting used to me. There wasn't as much rolling of the eyes from the girls. The boys still stared at the big jiggly jugs on my chest.
I wondered who the freshman homerooms would send. All the other boys had had their chance with me - and all lived up to expectations. It seems the other sophomore class sent Kurt. My heart gave a leap and I think my legs did, too. He returned my big smile as soon as he saw me.
Kurt was standing between two freshmen. They'd been with Zack, but didn't have the courage that Donnie and Max found. Kurt had them by the arms and turned them to face me. The junior and senior boys stood back and just stared at me. I could hear what Kurt was saying to the freshmen.
"So why were you walking so fast? Trying to get away from her? Why?" he asked. "Just look at her. Solid body with just enough soft covering to make ripples with every step. Cutest face in school, especially with that smile beaming out of it. Her sexy pussy all open and ready. It's like she wants it because she does. And those awesome boobs - they never stop moving. Believe me. Even when she's sitting perfectly still, her heartbeat sends ripples through them. Why wouldn't you want to get your hands on those and your cock inside her?"
I almost rolled my eyes at all that flattery. Maybe Kurt does think of me that way. I'd be happy for him to. I checked out the guys' pants. Kurt's dirty talk had them all bulging, even the juniors and seniors. They'd had me sometime in the last two days, but those freshmen hadn't.
"Morning, guys," I chirped. "Lookin' good, but those must hurt."
I was looking them right in the crotch. Their growing hardons were stuck at odd angles in their jeans. Kurt pulled them closer to each other and right in front of me. I reached down to both of them at once. I grabbed their cocks and twisted them around to point up. Yeah, I was ready for those cocks to point up inside my pussy.
The attendance slip got wrinkled because it was still in my hand.
"C'mon, guys. Lets turn these in before we get too messy."
"Are you gonna want us to shower with you?" asked one freshman.
"You can shower any time you want," I answered. "But Kurt is the one I'll be with. Ya know, it might be a good idea - the shower. You can watch Kurt. That makes a good lesson on how to do it right."
Kurt beamed a smile of his own. We all delivered the attendance to the office. The Program sex actually had to wait a little more than two steps out into the hall. Oh, one of the seniors picked me up there, but didn't lay me right away. We all went to the locker room.
I was just hanging down that guy's front rubbing against him. He got as much from that as I did. Damn he was hard when I finally got his pants off. My clit and nipples were out, too. He had to do only a little playing around with my vulva to spread the wetness. It was the second time for the older boys, so they knew about my clit and vagina. This one stayed away from those spots until we were in the shower room.
The first boys undressed while I stood there watching. I lay back on the shower floor. It felt a little different with no spray running. The first senior got on me. Things didn't feel different after that. He played around with my boobs and made my stiff areolas tingle like crazy. He played with my vulva and made that tingle a lot, too. He finally hit my clit. One touch on that told him that I was ready. It was way out and I screamed when he hit it. The juices I squirted got all my stuff wet and really ready.
Just before the senior got inside me, I noticed Kurt still encouraging the freshmen. The three of them were stripping slowly and watching me intently.
That senior went at me like he wanted to get off and be somewhere else. For the continuous orgasm I get when a guys thrusts quickly, this one was just average. Oh, I felt great - all the strong tingling shocks and screaming. It just wasn't Kurt and didn't last all that long.
I came around a little when they changed. While the next guy was getting on me, I saw a little more skin on the freshmen. Kurt was naked and still encouraging them.
The other senior and the juniors were only a little bit better, read that "slower," than the first guy. They still weren't a good lesson for the freshmen to follow. Those two were standing around naked by the time their turns came. Their cocks were up hard and twitching uncontrollably. They did have an eyeful already, didn't they?
With the combination of nervousness, a poor lesson and being waay horny, they didn't last long. They got into me okay, but it would be hard not to after I'd already had four guys. They did me with fast strokes, but not hard slamming pounding. Their light quick strokes kept the explosion going in my vagina the whole time they were in me. Both of them did me the same way and it seemed like one normal-length continuous orgasm. They really need the lesson from Kurt.
"You were just moaning when those freshmen went at you so fast. You're worn out. We'll save it for chemistry," Kurt said tenderly.
He turned on the shower spray. It's usually warm enough but it starts cold. That woke me all the way up. I was off the floor and leaping up onto Kurt before his hand was off the knob. I caught him around the neck and he caught my tongue in his mouth. My legs wrapped around his waist and I held him as tight as I could.
When the kiss was over, I said, "Save it for chemistry like hell. Fuck me, dammit. Leave that time between strokes and you'll get all the screams you want ... and we'll do more in chemistry, too."
The juniors and seniors had already showered off and left. The freshmen took my suggestion and watched while Kurt did me. They got a great lesson and I got a great lay. Kurt went very slowly. I got an orgasm on each thrust and really felt them all. I did a little ab crunch when his in-strokes hit my clit. I would come to my senses sitting up almost high enough to kiss Kurt. My abs did start to hurt a little before he was finished. That took forever - well, a lot longer than the other guys who had me this morning. It lasted so long and I reacted so strongly that something special happened.
I climaxed! The explosions got stronger and then there was this ... this ... climax! The tingles felt so strong it was like my whole body was buzzing - a warm, sexy buzzing, not an electrical shock. At the end of that, I found myself almost sitting up with my arms around Kurt's shoulders and my fingers digging deep into his muscles. My teeth were clamped tight on his collar bone. I bit him! I didn't draw blood with my teeth or finger nails, but they left red marks.
All that must have excited Kurt because he had his orgasm right then. He slammed hard into me and pressed harder with every spurt of his ejaculation. He had a lot of his weight on my ass, but his last thrusts still scooted me across the shower floor. I'm glad it's smooth and didn't add any more scratches. I'm glad of that now. At the time I didn't give a shit at all. I was way too busy enjoying the sex.
We laid there under the shower glowing red and breathing hard. It was warm by then. We just let it wash us while we held each other. The freshmen were all "Wow" and "Damn" about what they saw. They also saw that Kurt and I were having a tender moment. They left the shower room to dry off and weren't around when we were finished.
Kurt washed me for real. I just stayed on the floor and relaxed. He stood me against a wall to dry me then he got dressed. He carried me dangling down his front with my tongue in his mouth all the way to 4H. That's our Friday activity. It's about farming. Kids who live on farms don't do 4H. They already know that stuff. Kids from town do 4H to learn what our friends are doing.
Today we had piglets. No, the sow had the piglets, they were just visiting us. Kurt plopped me down on the floor beside the pen. I had a great view of the piglets suckling the sow. One was left out. It was squealing in protest and trying to climb on its siblings to get some of its mother. It gave up and wandered through the bars of the pen right to me. Aww. I picked it up. It was all squirmy and wiggling in my arms. It felt really strange against my bare skin - something small, alive, wriggling and not wanting sex. It did want food. It found my breast and went right for my nipple. Everybody laughed their ass off, including me. I'm a little insulted as I write this, though. Did that piglet think I was a sow?
I was a little distressed on the way to second period geometry. I had to pee. Really pee. Sorry, Program comes later pee. I was in a big enough hurry to use that special toilet even if I didn't have to. I got to the restroom, sat and pissed. Damn that felt good. Not as good as sex, but better than having to go so bad.
Lots of boys watched. It's been a rare event that I used that toilet and even more rare between classes when anyone could watch. After I felt the relief I was after, I checked out the guys watching me. They weren't really looking down into the toilet or watching me piss. They were looking at my naked body and making Program-worthy comments. They were also all seniors. I got it slowly - at least I think I did. That was about getting me comfortable with my body. Those guys didn't need to watch the pissing. Just them looking at me worked. I was getting a Program treatment just like the displays on Monday, the touching on Tuesday and non-stop sex after that.
My reaction is still the same - Eww. It can't be that attractive. Those guys must know what it's about and be willing to watch something icky just to give a girl a Program experience. That all flashed through my head and I started to join the fun. I gave back what they were saying with a little more attitude and we all had a good laugh.
After I stood up and wiped, one of the baseball players punched my arm and said, "You really are getting it, Shortstop. They're right. You'll be there as a sophomore."
Whatever that meant.
I wasn't in a sexy mood afterward, but I did agree to a request. One of my sophomore classmates asked to fuck. I think it was his second time. He had to do a little playing to get me ready. Only a little, though. He started with my breasts and the tingling put me in the mood quickly enough. My nipples poking out into his hands added to his mood, too. He was kissing and licking my areolas as his hands worked down my body. As soon as his finger went in me and hit my spot, I screamed, squirted and laid down on the floor - all ready for him. His cock worked in and out of me without waiting between strokes, so I got one big, continuous orgasm. You know I liked it, but not as much as when I'm with Kurt. At least he carried me to geometry class and there was a soft, dry towel to sit on.
Mrs. Canaris closed the room door before the janitor got started explaining how he felt about the mess I left on the hall floor. We all had that vocabulary lesson yesterday.
The class was the start of a new chapter. Mrs. Canaris was going through a lecture to be followed by some example problems. I could pay attention to most of what she said from the relief stool. When it came to the examples, I hopped up on that stool and wrote what she said. That reminded me how my boobs bobble when I reach up and write. They way they stick out to the sides, the whole class could see them even when my back was turned. Hope the class paid more attention to what I wrote than to my jiggly ass and boobs. We have all the problems at the end of the chapter for homework over the weekend.
After class, Becky asked me how many I fucked this morning.
"Seven Program fucks and made long, glorious love with Kurt," I answered with a sigh.
She only rolled her eyes a little then smiled and told me how last night went with her in Victor's bed. I avoided gagging long enough to get the next Program request.
"Had a request for you yesterday, but you were called to the office, Shortstop. How 'bout a little Program bang?" asked a fairly tall basketball-playing junior.
"Sure," I answered, thrust my bare chest out at him and yelled, "BANG!"
Everybody got their laugh out of that, then I got serious about his request. I walked up close to him and pressed against him all the way from my face to the floor. He put his arms around me and tried to reach down to my ass. I'm too short for him to do that. He had to give up the boobs pressing into him to use his hands on them. He did pretty good to get me started. His hands on my chest had me tingling and poking out in no time. He got down on his knees in front of me. That put his face at breast level and my left one went right in his mouth. His tongue kept my boobs happy while his hands went lower.
After geometry class, my pussy was back to normal with my clit in its hood and not swollen at all. That was changed in no time, too. That guy ran his fingers all up and down my slit, sliding just a little into it. Major tingles. My legs got wobbly and I was moving around. He had to hold me up with an arm around my ass. I think we both liked that, too. It had my ass tingling. He had me ready for it when his finger went in deep and hit my spot. I heard myself start to scream and felt his shoulder under me when I collapsed.
I came around flopped over his shoulder. He rolled me off and laid me gently on the floor. He went for his belt and buttons. Somehow there was less cheering, jeering and hooting this time. I actually heard the far-away sound of the janitor dragging his bucket-on-wheels toward us through the hall. Strange what you notice sometimes, isn't it?
The junior guy got on me. He leaned on his arms with his hands above my head. I would have been looking up into his chest, but he'd kept his shirt on. The loose shirt was hanging down from him. I only remember that shirt brushing across my face on his first in-thrust. After that was all one orgasmic explosion. It was nice as Program sex goes. He lasted a good long time, I suppose, but it was all one explosion to me.
He did carry me to history class and set me on the towel-covered relief stool. I don't even think Becky had to tell him to do it. Mr. Bundt could tell that relief wasn't what I had in mind. He just started history class with a discussion of the essay topics from the last two days. I probably needed a participation grade since I didn't do the essays. I started for my seat.
Mr. Bundt interrupted that with, "Since you're feeling better so soon, Shortstop, try leading this discussion. You should at least pick up what it's about."
So I was back in Program kid mode. I was in front of geometry and now history classes. At least that way I could get other students to do all the talking and not show how much I'd missed.
After class, I asked Mr. Bundt, "So do you want another shot at my pudenda? Another pair of soaked pants?"
He laughed hard and explained, "They let me understand that a Program grope or fuck or two is okay. Any more attention to a student's sexuality than that crosses the line. Yes, that line is still there even with the Program. You did great today ... just like the rest of the week. See you Monday, but not quite so much of you."
He gave me a pat on the ass as I scooted for the door. I could just imagine him watching me leave his room and having to adjust his erection. You can't say I didn't give him a chance.
Requests before chemistry were another grand tease from the football team. Kurt has them well trained. Not well enough to be completely gentle, though. Frank got his hands on me after a few others had my boobs all the way out and tingling. You know Frank by now, don't you? He went for my clit. He got it. It came out after a little stroking around its hood. Frank nailed it and I collapsed screaming. He apparently caught me and picked me up. This time he had my top and a boob in one arm around my back. His other arm had only one leg. He let my other leg dangle. He kept a hand in my wide-open pussy - right on my big, protruding clitoris. He hit my clit on every other step. I had time to scream and recover before he did it again. He handed a screaming, naked and thoroughly turned on pixie to Kurt in the chemistry room.
Mr. Canaris just nodded to us before the bell rang. Kurt carried me to the shower place and placed me gently on the floor. He wasn't so gentle with his clothes. He was out of them and naked in a hurry. His nakedness wasn't such a big deal this time. This class was getting used to us.
I was ready. Really ready. Throbbing clit and soaking wet ready. Kurt slid right in ready. Right from his first slow thrust, I was in screaming orgasmic ecstasy. I felt so great to be under him again. I started with a scream on each of his strokes. When his in-thrusts hit my clit, my abs did those involuntary sit-ups. My reactions got stronger on every thrust. I came around one time sitting up high enough that he was kissing me. As soon as I realized that, I went over into another orgasm without him moving at all.
My abs were feeling the burn after a few minutes of feeling all that love-making. My body did those crunches anyway and alternated them with arching my back. Kurt kept it all slow and let me feel every move until he got close to his own climax. I have no idea how I reacted after he started hammering me fast. It was all one huge, blinding explosion.
Every inch of me was flushed bright glowing red, sweaty and tingling when he finished. We lay there hugging and cuddling as long as we thought we could, then showered off. The cold shower brought me all the way back. I was alert, but not ready to navigate. Kurt carried me to our table dangling down his front. Like yesterday, he stayed naked all through the class. Yes, he got hard again. That was when he reached across in front of me and I leaned in. His arm got trapped under my boobs. They liked it and so did his dick. I liked when his hard dick twitched at me for the rest of the class.
The trip to the cafeteria was uneventful, as usual. I got to the line with the cheerleaders I sit with. We started in talking about our routine for the pep rally and that stuff continued all while we ate. We were all business and there was nothing of the Program even with me sitting there naked.
Program stuff happened soon enough. I crumpled my lunch bag and tossed it through the freshmen again. They must have been waiting for the signal. The boys were all ones who already had me, so they weren't shy anymore. Most of them were out of their seats before the bag went in the trash barrel. The problem was that some seniors were just as quick.
A group of seniors, led by Eric, were pushing each other and shouting requests at me. The freshmen didn't have a chance, so they backed off. I had plenty of chances and plenty of choices. I gave Eric the first shot at me. He picked me up, kissed me and set me spread-legged on the end of the table. Some cheerleaders who weren't finished eating grabbed their trays and fled.
Eric stood between my legs and looked me right in the pussy while he dropped his pants. He bent down and looked closely like he was examining me. I was anticipating, I know, because my pussy was starting to tingle. Eric took advantage. He blew air on me. It tickled and tingled more than a little. My clit leaped out and got its share of his breath. My abs did another of those crunches and I caught myself on my arms. I was leaning back on my arms with my hands on the table behind me. I watched Eric. His cock was up, hard and ready. His fingers worked over my vulva so I was open, wet and ready.
"Ni-night, Shortstop," he said with a grin just before he rammed his finger deep into me and hit my clit.
I screamed, my arms collapsed and I fell back. The explosion covered what happened when I hit the table, but I have a sore spot on the back of my head even now. I had just a little time to recover from the explosion while he was putting his cock in me. He started stroking and pounding into me. It was all one explosion after that.
I remember five faces over me when I had little times to wake up. Becky says there were six. I believe her 'cause I was in no condition to count. The last one to fuck me was Albert. You remember the one I got to turn my knobs on Monday? He was pulling up his pants and Mr. Scheer was telling us all it was time to quit so I could get a shower and to his class.
Albert gladly took me to the shower. He didn't undress or shower with me. He stood outside the shower room and watched all the rubbing and jiggling while I did myself.
He finally said, "Oh, yeah. You do get it. You're fitting right in. Sandi's the only other one younger than a junior who gets it, and it took her until this week."
He saw my puzzled look, smiled, turned and left. Damn! What are all these people talking about? I'm glad I was recovering well in the shower and didn't need help getting to class. I'm also glad I was almost late and didn't have to do any requests in the hall on the way.
Computer lit class was more of the word processing with pictures, graphs and the like stuck in. Just before the end of class, the announcement came calling me to the office. I figured it was about this journal, so I stopped and got the disk at my locker. There wasn't any wait this time. Principal Hertel waved me right in. We did a little small talk and he looked over the journal files. He copied them from my disk and opened them to be sure he could. There were bells in the background during all of that - all the bells. Class had changed.
"Okay, Debra," the principal pronounced. "These don't look rushed through overnight. You've been keeping up all along. I'll read it and call you back if there are any things to talk about."
That was dismissal, so I streaked out of the office. The clock in English class clearly showed that relief time was over when I got there. No relief with Kurt again, and just for the Principal to say he's going to read the journal. Damn, I thought.
Our next poems were due today - the ones about me and my Program week. Guess who was called on to read hers first. Did I write one? No. I improvised. I could sum up my whole Program experience in one word. Well, not a word - a sound. I screamed, squeezed my boobs between my arms and pressed my hands against my mound. Not a long poem, but emotional as hell. Miss Brits accepted it.
She also accepted volunteers to have their poems read today. You know who had to do the reading. My face was soo red. I kept finding out what people thought of me. Most of it was what I expected, but sometimes which students thought which things was a little surprise. Yes, I'm as popular as a cheerleader should be. I'm also a bully, but that was only from the ones I bullied. Lots of them remarked in verse about my really great Program week and hoped theirs will this good. Not so many want so much sex all at once.
I know bitch doesn't rhyme with clit, but I really don't have a clitch. I had to read it that way anyway. The whole class could tell how much trouble I had swallowing the laughs.
Sandi's poem let out some subtle hints about the Program and what she'd figured out about it. She was subtle enough not to spoil things for other sophomores, but I got it from her hints. It's a right of passage. It's a big lead-in to adulthood. The part that has to sink in is the difference between Program fooling around and the serious stuff. I'm separating those and getting serious with Kurt. Really serious. Long term serious. Thanks, Sandi, for filling me in. All those sly comments were getting to me.
Another announcement came just before English was over. I'd had enough of the embarrassment, but didn't understand something.
"Why the public announcements? He can call one room to get me to the office," I wondered out loud.
"He's telling everyone where the Program participant is," Kurt explained. "This way we won't complain that you're ducking requests or ... stuff."
His tone and look of disappointment let me know "stuff" meant relief and he missed it as much as I did.
The principal went into grunts as responses to requests and some of the things I got away with. He took a long time and showed me each passage starting with the knob twisting on Monday morning. He explained that he wants an honest journal, so there won't be any consequences for any of that. The naughty stuff is far outweighed by my great Program week.
Bells kept ringing again. Principal Hertel let me go just before PE class started. I was all "Oh, crap!" as I ran to the gym again. Yes, ran. Most of the student were going the other way toward the football stadium for the pep rally. Cheerleaders have stuff to do for a pep rally. I was going against the flow - running with my short pixie hair bouncing and big boobs flying. That must have been really tempting. The new bruises I picked up around my chest weren't from my boobs hitting myself. There must have been a lot of quick grabbing and groping going on. Shoulda known better.
I made it to the gym just in time to help Becky drag the mini-tramp to the football field. The rest of the cheerleader squad was dressed in the high-cropped tops and super-short skirts with built-in thong that we wear in warm weather. I had my open front bra in my hand We would be first. The football team had a little more time to lace their pads and slide into those cute tight pants. The volleyball team had their spandex. None of them had to go naked. I was the only one.
The band was filing in to their place in the stands. Freshmen were in the next section. Sophomores were at the other end of the field. Seniors got the middle and juniors were closer than the youngsters. The stands on the opposite side are for visitors - non-students. That usually means a few parents of the players or cheerleaders. It was packed this time. Lots of moms brought the family including grade- and middle-school kids. Do you think my bouncing on the way to school was good advertising?
The band played the national anthem, then the introductions started. Cheerleaders ran onto the field when Mrs. Hilfes called our names. The rest of the squad was out there waving their poms when she called Becky. Becky ran out, waved to everybody, stood away from the line and got set.
Mrs. Hilfes introduced me as, "Our Program girl, Debra Fuchs."
I ran straight at Becky, planted my foot in her hands and she launched me. I did a twisting flip in the air and came down straight with my feet first. Becky caught me and planted me on the ground like we'd practiced hundreds of times. The open front bra helped a lot. The bra also let the rub down Becky's front get to my boobs. They tingled. The crowd cheered. Mrs. Hilfes and Becky gave me huge smiles. I guess they all liked it. I liked the tingle and so did my boobs. I wonder if the crowd noticed my nipples sticking out so far for the rest of the cheerleading show.
We did a bunch of our peppiest stuff with lots of jumping and especially jump splits. I think those were in there just for me. I was also placed on the parents' side of the field where they could get the best view of the naked little cheerleader. All the students had seen me enough, I guess.
Our pyramid went the same as the rest of the show. All the girls hopped right up there and I did a spectacular twisting flip again. I landed with my legs all spread between two girls' shoulders. My boobs were still wiggling and my arms spread overhead made them as springy as the bra would allow. The pyramid had me up high enough to give people in the tenth row an eye-level shot of my pussy. They cheered again. Mrs. Hilfes asked if they thought we had a chance in state competition while we were still up there. The crowd all cheered some more while we tumbled out of the pyramid.
I landed, rolled and laid there on the ground when it hit me. I was terrible on Wednesday. Yesterday and today I did great. Yesterday and today I had no sex after lunch. We'll just drop that thought right there before somebody gets in trouble.
The cheerleading squad spread out along the stands while the other teams were introduced. We did a lot of bouncing and chants with the players' names. I kept the bra on and kept bouncing and jumping. You know how it is. Cheerleaders line up according to height. Tallest in the center and the short naked pixie at the end in front of the freshmen. Freshmen and band people are just the ones who need the Program exposure. They got it - exposure of all of me.
I stripped off the bra when things calmed down. All the coaches and Principal Hertel made speeches. You know about those, right? Freshmen are like everyone else. Their minds wander during boring speeches. I acted like I was shushing them, but it was more than that. I looked at Zack with thanks, then at Terry, the freshman who had me and showered me on Wednesday. Some of the others I remembered got big smiles, too.
The rest of the action was for the few who hadn't fucked me yet. Darryl was in the band section. Another was the guy who came in his jeans on Tuesday. I called him Creamy. Of course I know his name. I just didn't tell you because I was writing something embarrassing about him. He must have been really embarrassed because he hadn't come near me since then.
"You guys who haven't had me yet better get with it. One more shower and my. Week. Is. OVER," I got emphatic.
"Tomorrow?" one remembered that I would be naked at the football game.
"You can request to look and touch, but sex tomorrow and all after that is for Kurt," I told them all, then went after a particular one. "How about it, Darryl? Shower? You'll like it."
Darryl looked apprehensive. He has trouble believing he'd like anything with me.
"Really," Zack tried to help. "She's only a bitch when you act like a wimp. She's nice when you fuck her."
He actually earned a little more interesting treatment if he has his Program week while I'm still in school. I know I act like a bitch, I just don't want to hear about it.
Nobody had done much of a workout, so there were only a few in the shower. Darryl, Creamy and two more were really slow getting there, but they showed up. Zack came along encouraging them all the way. He even stripped first. Everybody in the school has a locker. Some don't use it. Darryl had to pull out a paper to look up his locker and the combination. I rolled my eyes and just stood there. I gave them my nonchalant, casual pose with the looking around and bounces on my heels.
My targets must have been virgins and very shy. They took forever. I think it was even harder with all those freshmen girls in the shower. They weren't interacting at all with those boys. It wasn't the boys' Program week, so they really couldn't. The girls were naked, though, and casually watching.
I could sympathize a little with the boys. They must have been thinking of being naked, fumbling through their first time and losing their virginity in front of potential girlfriends who would be judging them. Hey, that's what Zack did outdoors, and he has a real reason to be nervous about how he looks.
It was Zack who started in on me. He asked to touch my breasts. Of course I agreed. Tingly chest time was just what I had in mind. I didn't mind a bit when his hand wandered lower without asking. I was getting a lot of feeling from what he was doing to my labia and I was even wriggling and pressing my pussy and boobs into his hands.
"See how she's gasping and wriggling? She likes it. Now you try," he suddenly said to Darryl.
Okay, so Zack suddenly became a sex expert. He was right about what he said and sure knew more than Darryl. That guy reached slowly for one of my boobs. I stepped closer to him. That was supposed to let him know that I really wanted it. He jerked his hand back, then got the idea and finally cupped my breast.
Darryl's dick is just fine. Nothing to be embarrassed or shy over. He was nervous, so it wasn't hard until he got into playing with me. Creamy and the other two are okay-sized, too. They were all hard already just from watching Zack go at me.
Darryl squeezed and rubbed my boobs, then started kissing, sucking and licking them. That must be a natural thing to do, 'cause so many do it and without seeing many examples. He actually asked to touch my pussy. His hard cock tapped against it just to let me know what he was talking about.
"See that?" was how I answered. "It's my clitoris. It's hypersensitive when it's way out like that. One touch will have me on the floor. Lets go in the shower. You can fuck me when I'm lying down. You freshmen ... that's the 'yes' to your requests. You can fuck me. I just won't be in any condition to answer you when your turn comes."
The freshmen girls were still waiting in the shower - not washing, just waiting. Darryl led me in there like leading me onto a dance floor. We danced, and it got horizontal very quickly.
He stroked my boobs a little more, then reached down to my pussy. He stayed away from that big clit until he had felt around my labia and a little inside me. I was wriggling and pressing against him again. He looked proud that he had me going like Zack had. It was an easy thing. I was really ready for a big explosion.
His hand hit my clit, I screamed and we both went to the floor. I came around with him on top of me and beginning to enter my vagina. I also saw Kurt leaning against the wall, dressed with his arms folded. He was just watching Darryl fuck me. That moment of clarity was my last for a while.
Only a few of the freshmen had heard me scream before, even the girls. I wonder how they took it. Darryl had me doing enough of that. So did the other three who came right after him. Well, they pounded into me for a while and kept me screaming before they came. The long-lasting explosions ended when all four of them finished with me.
"See. She's nice and it's nice," Zack was saying, then to the freshmen girls, "You don't scream like that, do you?"
Those girls were really looking the boys over by then. They all giggled, shook their heads and mumbled something about nobody screaming that much. A little girl about my size went over to Zack and stood really close.
"You didn't get any today, poor guy. C'mere," she gave him a strong invitation to the far corner of the shower.
See. Told ya freshmen learn fast. They just need that first push. The four who had fucked me put me under a shower spray and washed me off. Their rubbing made my boobs tingle some more. My ass and labia got their share, too. I was all wiggling and pressing myself into their hands again. I liked what they were doing and they stayed away from my clit and out of my vagina. The shower was only sort of working because I was still runny wet.
I went to Kurt who was holding a towel out to me. The other freshmen girls were offering to wash off the boys. I think the boys showed what they'd learned when they were washing me. Bet we see a lot more of all of them in the shower from now on.
Kurt has to start work early on Friday nights. He was still dressed and stayed that way. He dried me and held me inside the towel - really tight. His kiss lasted long enough that I was worried he'd be late getting to the Inn. He handed me over to Becky for a ride home with the promise to see me later.
"Well, you did it, Bra," Becky said on the way home. "You screwed all the boys in school in a Program week. How's it feel?"
"Sexy. Naked and sexy," I answered. "Most of the sex was fun, but nothing like what Kurt and I do."
"Yeah, I noticed."
"It's just him from now on," and I know Becky will help me keep that like a promise.
Later is almost here. Dad and Ingrid are at work and Friday is one of their busiest nights. I've had supper, done a lot of geometry and washed my towels, bra and stuff. I'm all ready for Kurt. He said something about swimming, but that's not what I have in mind. More later. 'Til then, remember the sexy, naked little pixie who is waaay not doomed.