Michelle - Naked In School

Chapter 8

Friday

I woke up sometime during the night and tensed up. Someone was holding me down. Then I realised it was only José’s arm around me as he slept. I’d never woken up with someone before and I decided that I liked it. I felt so warm and comfortable that I soon went back to sleep.

"You must wake up, or you will not be able to eat breakfast," said a voice from somewhere above me.

"Huh?"

"Wake up."

I peered through my eyelids and saw that it was José. He was dressed already.

"Okay."

He left me to shower and get dressed and everyone said "Hello" as I came into the dining room.

I can’t remember the name of what we had for breakfast this morning, Tomate con aceite, or something like that (Tomato with oil). It was large French bread style rolls, cut in half, toasted, with tinned tomatoes spread over them. There was a glass jug with olive oil in it, but there was something in the oil.

"Garlics," explained José, as he poured a trickle of oil over his tomatoes.

He handed me the jug and I carefully did the same. For something so simple, it tasted much nicer than it sounds, a lot like the things in the tapas bar yesterday.

For many years, Spain had been a very poor country and people had learned to make something tasty out of the most basic ingredients.

I remembered how hungry I’d been in school yesterday, so today I did accept a second helping. Suzie arrived while I was still eating and had to wait while I finished it.

This time, when I got to school, there was a large crowd waiting for me. Suzie suggested to José that he Request to undress me. He had a broad grin as he did so, then put a hand on my shoulder as he bowed to the audience.

Suzie and I couldn’t help laughing and it was obviously infectious as the laughter spread.

There was an actual queue of boys to grope me, not that many had a chance before it was time for the first lesson.

The first lesson was Biology, so you don’t need me to tell you what happened, do you?

The teacher invited the class to take this opportunity to explore me. After some initial hesitation that they could actually do this in a lesson, one of the boys simply opened my legs and without any preamble, stuck two fingers into me. Luckily for me I was still wet from being undressed by José and the few boys who had managed to get in a grope, so it didn’t hurt.

That broke the ice, so to speak, so then it was one table, one naked girl and a class full of Spaniards all wanting to look and prod and poke (and pinch!) everywhere they could reach. I shouldn’t really have been surprised, given the reputation Spanish boys have for pinching girls’ bums.

After I cried out a loud "Ow!" Suzie FINALLY suggested to the teacher that restricting the activity to two or three at a time might be an idea. I added a reminder, "Soy humano. Puedo sentir dolor. Cuidado, por favor!" (It means, or I hoped it meant, I’m human. I can feel pain. Careful, please!)

They were a lot more careful after that, though the Spanish girls seem to have a fascination with my arsehole, something the boys tended to avoid.

At the end of the lesson, we were all told to report to the main Sports Hall. I wasn’t sure where that was, but Suzie and I just followed the others.

When we got there, there was a small raised area at one end, where someone had set up a microphone. Another class was already there, "The other final-year class," José told me.

A girl came up to me and took my hand, then led me onto the raised area. I was relieved to see that Suzie followed me. Two boys were carrying a table they’d presumably brought from a classroom and set it on the raised area.

One of the teachers, a woman of about thirty, took the microphone and asked, "Are all the final-year students here?" (I actually know what she said as another teacher had joined us and whispered the translation in my ear.)

Then she explained, "Because we only have Michelle in the Program here for today, some of the girls have asked to use her to demonstrate how to use your mouth on a girl to give her a good orgasm." There were some giggles around the hall.

Oh god, I thought. If I’d known exactly what the girls had intended to do, I’d have been even more worried.

The teacher beside me patted the table, which I took to mean that I was to get onto it. A girl positioned me at the edge of the table, leaving my legs dangling uncomfortably for a moment, but then two other girls brought cloth slings and fastened one around each of my legs, while someone else was lowering two ropes from the girders above the hall. The two girls attached the ropes to the slings and my legs were raised and spread. At the angle they had the ropes, my knees were bent and were roughly level with my hips. Actually it wasn’t uncomfortable, even if it sounds it. Someone even placed a small pillow under my head.

One of the girls took the microphone from the teacher and ran a finger lightly over my pussy. Then she held my lips open and did the same again. No, she didn’t have three hands, but used a finger from the microphone hand to touch me up.

Another girl had taken my head and begun to kiss me, while two others started to lick my nipples, every now and then giving them a little bite. (Suzie told me later that while all this was going on the first girl was holding the microphone near my head. Apparently everyone could clearly hear every breath and sigh of mine. I had shut my eyes, from pleasure not embarrassment, and was blissfully unaware of this.)

I realised that the teacher had made some of the students gather round while the girl between my legs demonstrated her oral skills on me. With the angle of my legs she could easily access both my holes and had no hesitation about tonguing my arsehole as well as my pussy.

As she did so, her fingers were working in and out of my pussy. When her tongue went to my clit instead, I knew I was going to cum any second. Then she stopped! As she stopped, the other girls also stopped and stood upright leaving me high and anything but dry.

The students who had gathered around me to watch were told to move away and a new group of students replaced them.

Then the girls continued working on me, slowing down every time I was about to cum. I looked at Suzie pleadingly, but she was grinning like a Cheshire cat and trying not to laugh, the bitch. I was so tempted to bite the tongue of the girl who was kissing my mouth, dipping her tongue into my mouth. Every few minutes everything stopped as the watching students moved away to be replaced by others. If I didn’t cum soon, I was going to explode.

When the girl between my legs was satisfied that everyone had had a good look, she made the final group move away so that everyone could see.

The other girls stopped what they were doing as she sucked on my clit. By that time, that was all it took. My god, I’ve never had an orgasm like that. I can’t even describe it. Even Suzie gasped.

The girls went to the slings to untie me, but the teacher stopped them.

Apparently, it was only fair that the boys should be allowed an experiment, so some of them came up on the stage. Suzie’s smile told me she knew what was going to happen.

One of the boys began to lick my juices from my thighs, smearing them over his face in the process, then he came and kissed me, so I could taste myself all over him. As he did so another boy started licking my pussy.

"What’s happening this time?" I whimpered, already beginning to feel worked up again.

"The boys want to see how many orgasms a girl can have," replied the teacher, laughing at the shocked expression on my face.

I wanted to reply, but my second orgasm was upon me, thankfully not as intense as the first.

Already feeling exhausted from the girls’ ministrations, I begged to Suzie, "Surely this can’t be Reasonable?"

"It’s a classroom demonstration, not a Request," she explained. She did go on to say more, but another boy had started licking me and I was already working up to orgasm number three.

Then four…

Then five…

Then I stopped counting.

I’m not sure how long it went on, it felt like hundreds of orgasms, but Suzie assured me it was "only" seven.

"Somebody fuck me, please," I croaked.

"What was that?" asked Suzie.

"Fuck me," I managed somehow to shout, grabbing the hair of the boy between my legs. He looked startled, then gave me an evil grin. He took my hand and placed it on his cock.

"You want?"

I nodded and gasped, "Yes."

He looked up, presumably at the teacher for permission, then unzipped his trousers, let them and his pants fall to the ground without bothering to take them off and sank his cock into me.

He slid into my soaked pussy like a knife through butter and I came yet again, probably the first time I’ve ever cum before the boy when a boy had only just got inside of me.

I let myself go limp, allowing him to continue until he came, which wasn’t very long, and collapsed on top of me.

I was vaguely aware that the hall had gone silent for a short while, then a lot of chattering.

Suzie looked annoyed for a moment and took the microphone. "Whoever said she’s just an English slut, I challenge you to go through what she just had to go through and not need to get fucked."

The teacher translated it into Spanish, with some embarrassment I think, and some of the chattering stopped.

Some of the girls released me and took me to the girls’ showers where they gently washed me down, while holding me up! One of them brought me a drink which I gulped down. Suzie obviously decided to ignore the fact that I was in the wrong showers.

They were all talking to me at once. "Increíble." (Incredible.) One girl said something like "I wish I could…" then stopped, embarrassed at what she’d admitted.

Once I was out of the showers, still too weak to walk on my own, not to mention sore, they took me to a classroom where some of them and some of the boys had brought food. We’d been joined by José and he watched, amused, as the boys and girls shared their food with both Suzie and me. I don’t remember what I ate.

In spite of the warm temperature, I was beginning to feel cold. When one of the girls wrapped her coat around me, I looked at Suzie and she just smiled. Someone brought me a couple of those high-energy drinks that were designed for athletes and I began to feel better quite quickly, so I gave the girl her coat back.

One of the teachers came in to check I was really okay, before we all had to leave.

Suzie gave me my clothes to put on and offered to help me, but I said, "I can manage."

Then José offered to help and I grinned. He took that as a yes and began to dress me. It was almost as nice as him undressing me earlier in the morning, which felt like days ago. I never knew that being dressed could be as erotic as being undressed. In spite of my tiredness, I could feel myself getting turned on, but there was NO WAY I was going to tell anyone.

"How did you like your last day Naked in School?" asked Suzie innocently.

"Whew."

She laughed.

"It’s hard to believe the week’s over," I said.

"It isn’t completely," she replied.

"What do you mean?"

"I think Señora Sarmiento still has plans for you to be naked some of the weekend."

"After today, that’ll be easy," I said.

"Probably," she agreed.

To my surprise, and José’s, I managed to walk "home", although I did take it slowly.

"Take a siesta," he suggested.

He tried to tuck me into bed, but I didn’t need covers. Unbelievably, I actually felt horny and wanted him, but knew that there was no way I could manage any more for a while. A while, I thought, means a month at least!

Señora Sarmiento woke me at about six o’clock. "If you sleep any more, you won’t sleep tonight," she warned.

I wanted to disagree. I could sleep for a week, but I got up anyway. I reached for my clothes, but she shook her head. "I think you should stay naked."

It didn’t bother me, so I went for a shower to wake myself up a bit.

When I went into the lounge, José seemed strangely nervous of me. After a couple of hours this began to get to me. "What’s wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing is wrong."

"Come on. You’ve hardly spoken to me since we came back from school."

He didn’t answer and I looked down at this trousers. He was rock hard.

"Is that for me?" I asked.

He looked away.

"It really turned you on seeing me like that, didn’t it?"

He nodded.

"It looks like you need relief."

He looked puzzled, until I undid his trousers, then he looked shocked. "Mama!" he exclaimed.

I grabbed his erection and led him to "my" room, then took him into my mouth. I wasn’t sure that I’d have the energy for this, but I needn’t have worried. He came in my mouth in about ten seconds flat, and came so much that I couldn’t take it all and some dribbled down my chin.

Unbelievably he was still hard.

"Seeing me with those boys really did turn you on, didn’t it? Or was it the girls? Or seeing me get fucked?"

He tried to enter me, but I pushed him away. "Sorry! I’m sore."

He looked understandably disappointed.

I got some of my juices and wiped them over his cock, then as he eyes grew like saucers, did the same to my arsehole.

"I’ve never done this," he said.

I smiled. "Nor have I. Be gentle."

He pushed into my arsehole a little and I gripped the bed-sheets and closed me eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, withdrawing.

I nodded rapidly. "Again, but slowly."

Little by little he fed himself into me. I won’t pretend it didn’t hurt. It did, but it was almost a nice hurt.

When he was fully in me, I made him wait a minute before fucking me.

I could actually feel him squirting his cum into my arse. I felt weird, and nice and naughty.

As he pulled out, I felt the urge to do something really disgusting, that I’d only ever seen on pornos. I grabbed his dick and used it to pull him around the bed, then, as he looked at me with amazement, I took him into my mouth again, ignoring the taste, to suck out the last of his cum.

I was suddenly aware of someone watching us. He panicked and covered himself with his hands, then I laughed as we both saw it was only Suzie.

Without a word, she pushed me back onto the bed and pulled off her knickers. She put her pussy over my mouth and gasped as my tongue slipped into her hole.

After a couple of minutes of that, she moved slightly and I realised she wanted me to tongue her arse. After what I’d just done to José’s cock, I realised that it didn’t really bother me, so I did as she obviously wanted.

José moved round so he could see better, but Suzie came almost at once, then smeared her soaked pussy over my face.

We kissed, then she went down to my pussy. "No more," I begged, but she wasn’t going there. She got José to lift my legs and she stuck her tongue into my arse.

I don’t know if it was the physical sensations or the simple fact that it was something I’d always thought of as so dirty that made me cum yet again. And I’d thought I didn’t have another orgasm in me.

She grinned at my look of surprise and then we kissed.

"We have a problem," she said, pointing to José, who was hard again.

"You have a problem," I mumbled as she resumed kissing me.

She pointed to her pussy, much to José’s amazement, but he almost ran around the bed to sink himself into her in case she changed her mind!

We continued kissing until he came, then the three of us squeezed into the shower together, which was cramped but fun.

Señora Sarmiento took us to a restaurant for the remainder of the evening. For once, I don’t remember what I ate, except that it was some sort of pasta, followed by incredible ice cream.

When we returned home, late, you won’t be surprised to learn that, despite Señora Sarmiento’s fears, I had no trouble getting to sleep… alone!