It’s a week later. I had a lot of homework to catch up on and spent a lot of time with Kurt – close, warm sexy time in bed. I’ll only tell you about the big thrills and Program related stuff in the weekend at the end of my Program time. The thrills? Screwing with Kurt, cheerleading in the nude, congratulating Kurt for his football playing and what Dad did on Sunday. There’s also the way everyone in town is treating me. I’ll get to all those. My night with Kurt first.
Kurt got here about dark, just after I finished my last journal chapter. I showed him in and just stood there. He hesitated about a second, then stripped as fast as he could. Of course, I was already naked. He didn’t touch me until he was naked, too. Then he really touched me.
His hands went all over me and so did his face. His tongue had my boobs tingling and his hand had my pussy feeling just as good and all swollen – all without hitting anything shocking. I felt all that playing and it felt sooo good. I was all wet, weak and wobbly when he picked me up. That was actually the first time I got to kiss him that night. He’d already had his mouth over lots of my body.
He carried me with one hand under my ass, the other on a boob and my tongue in his mouth. He must like that as much as I do ‘cause he carries me that way so much. He carried me to my bed and put me on it gently. I just flopped back and let it happen.
It happened. You know how it goes with us. He thrusts into me, waits until I quit screaming and open my eyes, then draws out. He waits again before his next stroke. Damn I like that. Damn I like him – no, make that LOVE him.
The slow fucking and my great thoughts of Kurt built my orgasms into a climax again. This is so special that it must have something to do with how I feel about him – more of the love than the physical sex. Yes, I bit him again. I really don’t know where that comes from. Kurt doesn’t seem to mind. That seemed to be what triggered his orgasm that time. At least he started hammering my ass really fast as soon as my teeth let go of him.
I went into a long continuous screaming orgasm right along with him. I remember slamming back onto the bed and arching my back when he started hammering me. The next thing I knew, he was lying beside me with a great smile on his face and I was lying in a huge wet spot. I rolled over against him and kept rolling until I was on top. That got me as close to him as I can get and it got me out of that wet spot.
It was his turn to lie there and let it happen. I squirmed all over his body and kissed everything my mouth could get to. Everything. I tried to suck his dick into my mouth and get it hard again. I sucked it in, but he wasn’t ready to get hard. I finally realized that it would be a while before I got any more sex and we both cooled off a little.
I changed the bed sheet and put a triple layer of towels where my squirting would go. Kurt watched my naked self do all that. By the time I was done, he was ready. Bobbling boobs will do that to a guy. He grabbed me and put my ass right on the towels. His mouth started with my pussy and worked its way up. He gave me a little lick, but made sure to miss my clit. He kissed around my tummy and stuck his tongue in my navel. I giggled, then gasped. He didn’t want me thinking that was funny, so he’d grabbed my pussy and started putting a finger inside.
He kept that threat ready while he kissed his way up my chest. He sucked my breasts to get as much of them into his mouth as would fit. That left a lot hanging out, so he had something for his hand. His other hand abandoned my pussy and went to work on the other breast. I didn’t need much stimulation. I was tingling with areolas and nipples out hard right away. He kept the tip of my areola cone in his lips and slapped my nipple up and down with his tongue. That had me tingling and gasping again. He spent another few minutes with his mouth on my other breast. I’m glad. It and I were very happy about that.
He got away from my chest and kissed his way up over my shoulders and up my neck. Damn. More tingles there and around my ears. The first fuck must have taken the edge off Kurt’s horniness. He went all over me sooo slowly. All I could do was lie there and moan. I didn’t want him to stop even to get inside me and fuck. Damn, damn. This slow, loving sex stuff is great – the far opposite of doom.
He got to my mouth and we exchanged tongues for a while. I didn’t notice his back arching up and his hips getting high between my legs. I really noticed when his cock went inside my vagina. I went tense from the shock and started screaming. When I came around, Kurt was up on his arms and pressed all the way into me. I hope my smile told him how much I liked that. He pulled out and I had another screaming great shock.
You know that went on for a long time – a lot longer than a teenage guy goes the first time of a night. He drove me out of my mind. When he moved in or out of me, I know I made it rough on him. I caught myself when I was starting or finishing a scream. I was bucking my hips, arching my back, sitting up and trying to bite him. It must have been quite a ride. I know he gave me quite a time.
After a while, the individual strokes blended together. The one long orgasm had me tingling and buzzing all over. He must have felt ready to come and started hammering me like he does. I woke up after he was finished with that and lying beside me again. It took a few seconds for me to get that well awake, but I got there. I threw the towels on the floor and rolled over to snuggle against Kurt. He held me against him and kissed me gently. He cuddled me for a long time. I just laid there against him and enjoyed the close, cozy, snuggling and soft kisses.
He quit kissing me after a while. He was breathing slowly and deeply. He fell asleep. Sex will do that to a guy. At least he didn’t snore. He just stayed on his side snuggled against me with his arm draped around my boob and over my back. I stayed quiet for a while and may have slept a little myself.
Pretty soon he was hard again and it was pressed tight between us where I couldn’t help notice. He was still breathing deeply – still asleep. I pushed him a little and he rolled onto his back. I got another pack of towels and tried to put them under him. When they were under his legs as good as I was going to get them, I climbed on and straddled Kurt. Yes, I tried this before and it didn’t work. It was worth another try.
Instead of dropping onto his cock suddenly, I got down low on Kurt with my boobs pressed against his chest. I worked my way down his body so the head of his penis was just in my labia. I wriggled around to spread the wetness I had going just from the idea. My clit came out just then. The wriggling and pressure against Kurt set it off. I got the shock and that made me twitch even more. The twitch drove me down onto Kurt’s cock so it went in as far as my sensitive spot.
That all kept going. I wriggled and moved. The contact with Kurt made my vagina and clit shock me with screaming orgasms. The orgasms kept me moving and twitching around all over Kurt. Of course he woke up. He kept still under me and let me have my fun – as if I knew what I was doing. I ended up lying on him quite still, gasping and breathing hard. I was tingling all over, but not feeling any of the orgasmic shocks.
Kurt’s arms were around me and he was holding me gently to him. I felt my breasts smashed against him and felt his hard cock still inside me. He figured out that I’d come around. He gave a little laugh that almost sounded evil. Right after that, he thrust his hips up under me. I screamed and started the whole thing again. My wriggling gave me orgasms that made me move some more. I think I stopped one more time and Kurt gave me another thrust. I have no idea how long I kept wriggling on him after that.
I came out of that in a sweat. I’d been working hard and felt like it. Oh, there were the orgasmic tingles and buzz, but I was tired, too. I felt Kurt’s cock in me and it was pulsing like I’ve felt when I was awake for a guy’s orgasm. He pressed a little harder into me with every pulse of his ejaculation. He was moaning and his arms clutched me tightly. That was a thrill that sent me over into another orgasm of my own. I don’t think I moved very much, but the tingles and buzzing peaked again.
We lay together gasping and enjoying the glow after that. His cock softened and fell out of me. I crawled up where I could kiss his mouth. We held each other and kissed for a while, then we both drifted off to sleep. I woke up a little later and rolled off him. I dragged the towels out from under him and threw them on the floor. That woke him just enough that he rolled over to me and cuddled some more. We slept in each others arms – all tangled and close.
The radio went off in the morning with its rockin’ music, but it was too late. We were already awake and screwing again. You know how it is – morning wood. Kurt was hard when he woke up. My sleep didn’t last long after that and I’m glad. The music didn’t go with the slow way Kurt fucks me, so he turned it off.
He reached over the head of the bed and that brought his chest down close to my face. His reach also had him in me as far as he can go and pressing hard against me. Maximum shock happened on my clit just when it had been building for a climax. I went off and bit him again – on the edge of one pec, a little above nipple high. His bulging shape went right in my mouth. I didn’t try to bite him, but I’m not responsible for my actions when I go through the passion of one of those climaxes.
I was all sympathetic and gently rubbed the red mark in the shower a few minutes later. That was a nice, private shower. We explored each other again, touching everything gently. We stroked and admired each other. He said great things about my boobs and I said how nicely he’s building up for football season. That was slower and a lot more private than we could do in the school shower. The personal attention and a lot of slow, long kisses got us aroused again. Yes, that means he got hard ‘cause I’m so easy to arouse.
He lifted me and pinned me against the wall. He got me out, wet and squirting really fast. He knows just how. He did me standing up. He had me supported by his arms and perched on his cock. I could scream, buck and wriggle all I wanted. The way he was holding me, I couldn’t fall down.
When he thrust into me, he would arch his back and pull his chest away from me a little. His thrust would lift me up on his cock and that would make my boobs bounce. My areolas and nipples would rub against his chest on every bounce and all the jiggling my boobs did to get back in place. Damn, that felt good. I screamed, bucked and wriggled alright. He lasted a long time with the standing and being tired from doing me so much. I built up to a another climax with the shocking orgasms running together and making me feel nothing but the tingling buzz. I didn’t bite him again because he kept arching away from my face. I didn’t do anything else either until after he came and pulled out of me.
We washed each other for real and dried each other. He was as rough on me with the towel as I was on him. He says that’s one of the things he likes about me – I’m tough. I asked him about the biting. He says that shows I’m lost in the orgasm – going with the feelings and really enjoying what he’s doing. Oh, yes, he’s right about that part.
Kurt found his clothes over a chair by the door, not in the heap where he left them on the floor. He started to put them on. I took his hand and shook my head. I really like him naked and wanted him that way for breakfast. Yes, I expected Ingrid to check him out. Dad wouldn’t be disappointed either.
I sizzled us some sausage and cooked waffles – from batter, not the toaster kind. Yes, I checked that there was plenty of syrup. Kurt started talking about all our sex. That’s when I was beating the batter and making my boobs shake so much. Think that’s what brought the thought to his mind?
“You’re quite a ride, Debbie,” he called me that for the first time – Dad’s the only other one who still does. “You’re so strong and get so passionate. We haven’t seen anything like that around school before your week. It’s a lot of work to ride you when you get going – and a lot of fun. Makes me really glad we like each other.”
He’d stepped over to me, looked down at my chest and took one of my breasts in his hand. I looked at that and smiled up at him. Mmm. The kiss he gave me was nice – firm and with tongue.
I shook my boobs at him some more and answered, “Me, too, and I’m glad you like the sex. No more Program sex. They can watch all they want in the shower, but I’m only fucking you.”
We were about half way through eating when Ingrid came in, still very naked. Kurt jumped up and made a break for his clothes. I had to grab his hand again and settle him down with a smile. I introduced her as Dad’s special girlfriend and him as my special boyfriend. Hope that lets Ingrid know I like her and want her around.
Kurt looked her over more closely and greeted her with, “I can believe the special part, Ingrid. Nice to meet you.”
Wow! Charm! Didn’t know he had it in him. Has he been pulling that on me all along? It worked with her. She blushed a little to be complimented by a naked boy, but then went with it. She’s been in the Program, remember. I filled Kurt in about that. She pranced over to the coffee pot and let everything shake while she made some. Kurt and I were almost finished and Ingrid was half through when Dad came in. He stood in the doorway so Kurt couldn’t get by.
“Morning, Debbie. Good morning, Kurt,” he greeted with a smile.
I know his smiles. This one was halfway between genuine and forced. He was in his pajama bottoms. He might have thought of Kurt as just topless because he couldn’t see the parts of Kurt that were under the table. Dad walked around the table and realized that Kurt was bare-ass. He rolled his eyes, then had a second thought.
“More of that Program support I’ve heard about?” he asked Kurt.
“Yes, sir,” Kurt answered. “A Program week like that needs a lot of support.”
“This is more about the sex in bed support,” I gave him a little attitude. “And you don’t have room to complain.”
“Looks like none of us have anything to complain about,” said Ingrid.
She stood up and snuggled against Dad. His smile brightened and his pajamas bulged out against Ingrid. Kurt and I took that moment to escape. He had to go to the Inn. He and the rest of the football team were having an early lunch before the game. I had to mow our grass and Mrs. Greenbaum’s anyway.
I did that in my skimpy bikini. The way it works in our town, my Program week was over outside school. I’d be such a slut to keep going naked after Friday night. I walked around pushing that mower with the bikini bottom wedged into my ass crack. I didn’t really notice that part after my naked week. I would have been really self-conscious anywhere but the teen beach like that. The parts I did notice were the little triangles of cloth over my pussy and nipples. I sat with Mrs. Greenbaum and had another glass of tea after the mowing. We talked all about my Program week. She’d heard a lot of it from all over town. She did need me to confirm the bit about fucking all the boys.
“Well that’s a bit more than I ever did. You don’t stop with just nudity now days, do you?” she summarized correctly.
I gobbled a quick sandwich for lunch, then rode to school on my bike. I was wearing normal clothes – shorts, low-neckline t-shirt and a bra that makes cleavage pop out the top of that shirt. They just didn’t feel normal after being naked all the time for a week. I had the open cup bra to cheer in. It was still my Program week during the school event. The first stop at school was at my gym locker to change out of those clothes. I still carried the bra.
We cheerleaders did stretching and warm up in the gym. I wore the bra for most of that, then carried it again while we dragged the mini-tramp to the football field. We did lots of bouncy, loud cheers during the first half. All eyes seemed to be on me – the little naked one. I did invite that Friday morning, didn’t I.
We did our halftime show after the band’s. We did most of it facing our home stands, but we did a few moves facing the visitors, including one pyramid. They were all “Wow” over the stunts. They were all smiles at me without any of the shock. The Program isn’t strange to them at all.
The visitors were from Lincoln High in the city. They’ve had the Program even longer than we have. They have this great uniform for cheering – wide open fishnet bra and a funny skirt made of strings. They don’t wear anything under either of those. They all wear them, in the Program or not. They show their boobs and lots of pussy flashes. Even the boys wear open fishnet shorts and show those good lookin’ cocks. Mmm. Damn. They have enough boys in the bigger school for a football team and for girl-throwing cheerleaders. Not that I don’t appreciate Becky. With some strong boys on the squad there’d be more of us flying in the air, though.
The girls act a little strange after jumping in that skirt – a little sexy? During the second half, I remembered some magazine ads. We thought they were special because the models were from around here. From Lincoln, right?
“Do you know the secret of this skirt?” the ad said.
I went over to their cheerleaders after the game – all naked as I had to be. They know a Program participant when they see one and asked me how my week was.
I told them, “Great! Actually fucked the whole school. Well, all the boys and one of the teachers.”
One rolled her eyes and another reminded her, “Small school.”
I asked about their skirts and how they felt.
“Wanna try one?” asked one of the Lincoln girls.
Before I could say, “Umm ...” she had pulled open the Velcro waistband and unwrapped the skirt. She stood there bottomless without even blushing. They must have a very good Program at Lincoln. I wrapped the skirt around myself and all the strings hung straight down.
“Okay, now what?” I asked.
“Rotate your hips, then stop and let the strings fall,” said the bottomless cheerleader.
I did that. The strings of the skirt have these beads at the ends. The beads make the strings fall straight when they aren’t moving. They make the strings swing with any motion at all. The beads also line up exactly with my hypersensitive clitoris. I did one hip swing. The skirt went with me, then those beads dropped on my clitoral hood. That woke up my curious clit and it came out to see what was going on. My second hip move put a whole row of beads right across that big, protruding button. I screamed, shuddered with shock and fell on the ground.
The Lincoln cheerleaders must have been scared shitless. They were screaming and calling for help when I recovered. Several of our cheerleaders came over, looked at me and started laughing. I guess they already knew about those skirts. I could actually see the humor and laughed right along. I took off the skirt before I tried to stand up, though. The Lincoln people got a look at my big clit and heard the explanation from Becky. They joined the laughing.
Kurt’s a sophomore, right? He didn’t get to play much, but he was one of the few sophomores to get into the game. He plays end. He got knocked on his butt a few times trying to block bigger boys, but they fell with him. He even scored a touchdown when our quarterback couldn’t find anyone else to throw to. Yeah, Kurt. Yes, we did a cheer with his name when he scored. Very rare for a sophomore.
The real reward came in the shower after the game and after my experience with the skirt. The coach had finished with his talk by then. We’d come close to winning and he wanted the team to feel proud. At least they didn’t all hit the shower with their tails, and cocks, down between their legs. Lots of girlfriends join the team in the shower. This time Kurt had one – me.
I didn’t have to be under that one spray anymore. We got to one side by a wall. Kurt started to stand me against the wall, but I’d rather lie down. That’s how I’d been in that shower all week and that’s where he put me. It felt good – familiar and comfortable after getting screwed there so many times in my Program week. It felt even better when he put himself on top of me.
It didn’t feel so good when some of the players without girlfriends asked if they could have me next. At least they knew to get permission before I went out of my mind. I really couldn’t have them cutting in. I’m Kurt’s girlfriend exclusively.
“Sorry, guys. You can watch, but I’m with Kurt now,” I told them firmly.
Only a few watched. Those few seemed to need an awful lot of time to wash their dicks.
Shower water sprayed down on Kurt’s ass and on my legs where they wrapped around him. That gave me a little tickling, but Kurt’s body was working against the parts that really make me tingle. A little hand work around my pussy and some from his mouth on my boobs got me ready. Kurt used his tongue on my nipples, flipping them up and down and getting squealing moans out of me. His body wiggled a little on top of my mound, but it was his fingers that did the real work. They got inside me and all over my clit.
A scream and a squirt told Kurt I was ready. He slipped right into me and did a smooth, slow first thrust. He was up leaning on his arms and sliding into me. I only saw the start of that. I threw back my head, arched my back and started another scream. When I came around, he was all the way in and pressed tight against my clit. It was pinched between us and felt sooo good. Kurt gave a little sideways wiggle that rolled my clit back and forth. Of course, I exploded again with screams and all.
Kurt did those three moves slowly – pulled out of me, thrust in and wriggled against my clit. He let me recover each time and really feel the next sensation. He seemed to last forever. That wriggling stroke got to me as well as any in or out stroke and gave me a wild, exploding orgasm. Those orgasms were building to a climax and starting to run together. I know I was bucking, arching or sitting up every time. He wasn’t getting tired or close to his orgasm.
I bit him again right there in the shower in front of the whole football team. I came around with my teeth tight on his collar bone. Everyone who saw was all “Woah!” and “Ouch!” over it. Kurt just smiled. There was pride in that smile. He was making me do passionate things that nobody else had brought out in my Program week. I think he likes showing off as much as I do.
He was also excited by the bite again. He went at me hard and fast. I went into a long continuous orgasmic explosion, complete with screaming voice and bucking body. I recovered after he was finished. He was still lying on me, but his cock was softening. It fell out of me a second later. He just stayed there cuddling and kissing me. The people who saw that were all “Aww” over us.
Kurt and I dried each other and we both dressed in the locker room. I took my clothes over by his locker so we could do it together. We actually talked about the game and how proud I was of his touchdown.
“You’re good for him, Shortstop. Since he caught you, he hasn’t missed of my throws,” the quarterback came over and said to me, then to Kurt, “Good play, man. Keep it up.”
Kurt and I must think alike, at least about sex. We both looked at his penis. It wasn’t up. Both of us and the quarterback had a good laugh. Kurt and I had a long kiss, then separated. Later in the afternoon, I got home and found a note from Dad.
“You can enjoy all the time you want with Kurt – as long as it doesn’t interfere with his work schedule or your homework,” it said.
It was more than okay to have Kurt over. He was blessing it and us. I called the Inn and invited Kurt. He really liked the idea and accepted immediately. He’d be late ‘cause Saturday night is busy for them. He also had to work for Sunday brunch. We were sure to have plenty of time, though.
Want to know what we did Saturday night? Read the top part of this chapter about Friday night. It was almost a total repeat. Add in that wriggle against my clit that he started in the shower. I didn’t get tired of it at all, but you might if I just said the same things over again.
We did our thing with Kurt’s morning wood and it took forever again. We were both dragging tired when we got in the shower. We started washing each other. His hands felt great on my body and I could tell how much he liked handling me. He dwelled on my shoulder, belly and legs almost as much as he did on my breasts. His body felt great to my touch. I dwelled on his shoulders, pecs and belly almost as much as I did on his tight ass. That didn’t get either of us close to aroused after a another night of fucking as hard as we do, until ...
We heard groans, grunts and screams coming from the direction of Dad’s room. He and Ingrid were going at it and not going quietly. They took a long time, too. That was long enough for Kurt and me to get ideas – sexy ideas.
Our hands went between each others’ legs and did all the right things. I got wet and not from shower water. He got hard – erect and straight up. He turned me around, picked me up so my pussy was cock-high and wedged me into the corner of the shower. I joined the chorus of screams. Kurt kept up a fairly slow, steady pace of his thrusts, but without the clit wriggles. I barely recovered enough to feel each one. It still took us a long time to get off. I think he finally went over after I was thoroughly tingly and buzzing in an all-over orgasmic climax. That’s when I chomped on his collar bone again. I’m glad he sees that biting as passionate. That’s what it is after all.
Dad and Ingrid missed breakfast with us that morning. I did notice that there was only one bottle of syrup in the cupboard, though.
Sunday about noon, Dad asked Ingrid and me to dress up a little for brunch. I put on a bright low-cut sundress that supports my breasts and does nothing to hide the resulting cleavage. Ingrid’s blouse was light and almost sheer enough to see through it and her bra. Her slacks were really tight across her ass. Dad couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He took us somewhere we haven’t been in at least six years – Schuler’s Inn. Mr. Schuler was surprised – pleasantly so and welcomed us personally. We didn’t make Kurt wait on his girlfriend. We got another waitress’ station. It seems Dad got something out of my Program week, too. He’s a little more over Mom’s death. Maybe that will make him ready for a long term thing with Ingrid. I hope so. I can tell they’re happy together and she doesn’t try to be a mom to me. I want those two together almost as much as I want to be with Kurt.
People around town have been a little different with me since my week. They talk to me like an adult instead of down to me like a child. They talk about serious things like work and winning at sports – not just about having fun. They talk about life and career choices and they even ask me to babysit. No, I’m not an adult yet, but they’re treating me like I’m a lot closer.
So that’s my Program week and a lot about how we do it in our little conservative rural town. I had a really great time and it only cost me some boob bruises, a bumped head, scratches on my butt and my virginity. What did I get out of it? Kurt! There’s also the whole Program experience.
There’s only one student in the whole place who goes naked, and goes naked everywhere. He or she knows exactly what to expect and knows what’s expected. There’s the slow start with no touching on Monday. There’s that parade that gets the whole town involved. The coed bathroom and shower have been around so long that it’s no big thing for students to be naked around each other. We even see enough sex going on that the only new part is the attention on the participant and that’s the fun part – unless you’re a virgin with a hypersensitive pussy, that is. Even then, it isn’t doom. Not even close. Just don’t try to break my record for having sex with all the boys. The Program has been going this way so long that we know all about it, or think we do. It does take some insight along with the experience to see it as a coming of age. That may be special to our town. Is it?