Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this written work is copyrighted with all rights reserved by the author unless explicitly indicated. For questions or concerns, email planonudist@yahoo.com. Copyright 2012 I've loved the naked in school story line, but you all have completely missed the point. Having actively gone to nudist clubs for a while, none of you can imagine what it is really like. Sensual but not sexual, I've never seen an erection at a club, and only once heard a story about a man getting an erection. Strange how you get an erection thinking about being naked, but actually being naked around other people is enough to keep you soft :) Still, here is my attempt at joining the fun. Tell me what you all think! I'll write a serious addition to this story line/genre eventually. For now, I'm having too much fun! I hope you all enjoy the conclusion to this NiS story. Codes: mf hs exhib parody spank anal job dream toys lactate (sort-ofs: ws cd) planonudist http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/plnondst/www/ James/Elizabeth Drunk and Naked at school Day Five/Six/End ===== Begin ===== The nun couldn't remember the mantra. She was dull and couldn't remember a single verse. Her bright sister coached her over and over to try to get her to remember the verse: "Guard your speech, govern your mind, and do not do wrong in deed. One who practices in this way will surely attain emancipation." Sometimes the nun could remember the first few words, but would always become fiercely aroused when she tried. She would start masturbating as she said the words one after the other, "Guard...your...speech...govern...your...mind..." but she would say the words slower and slower as she got lost in her ministrations. Her mendicantations where returning less and less. She seldom had enough to eat or money to bathe, her cloths were falling off of her day by day. Each day she stood by the temple and masturbated as her bright sister coached her, "Guard...your...speech...govern...your...mind..." as she kicked into a fierce erotic frenzy. In the end, she had not enough energy to move. Just repeating the broken mantra over and over, making her life worse. She eliminated all kinds of desires, but her broken desires remaining were distilling poison in her veins. After three years of trying, she lost more and more hope, she lost her clothes, she lost her health, her libido, she nearly lost her life and was to be cursed into the hell of hungry ghosts. She was living as an ascetic nun, without the liberation it allowed. People walking by would curse her as the stupid nun, too stupid to dress or or remember anything, you are the most stupid, perverted, and ugly person. She thought to herself, masturbating and crying as they passed screaming by, "At least I wont remember their faces." The head priest was passing by, and thought to speak with this naked, crying, masturbating, wretch. "Why are you crying, nun?" he asked. "Since I was born, I have been stupid and perverted, even now I can not memorize a single verse or cum." "Forgetting things while masturbating is trustworthy. People easily forget important things but remember too many worthless things, all while masturbating to filth. According to circumstances, it is important to forget things." "When a foolish woman declares herself foolish, we call her a wise woman. When a pervert woman declared herself perverted, we call her beautiful." She was pleased at being called wise and beautiful for the first time from none other than the head priest. The head priest gave her one practice to perform, and two verses to remember. She was to suck off very person who walked by, and clean their genitals before they enter the temple. As she did this, she was to repeat to them and herself: "I lick off the dust. I remove the dirt" The head priest left her there, masturbating in thought. At first, no one would accept her advances, but she repeated the verses to herself as she masturbated. The nun was able to learn these two verses in a day. As word of the blessing from the head priest spread, she had no problem gaining access to many people and licked pussies and cocks with joy as she thought to herself: "I lick off the dust. I remove the dirt". For months she lived off of cum and juice, regaining her strength. She came to understand the verses. Dust is not merely dust, it is the sins and filth of everyone. Dirt is not merely dust or dirt on bodies and clothes, it is the dust or dirt in the human mind and poisons of the soul. When I clear the desires of myself and others I am forgiven for my sins and desires. With this, the nun became enlightened and came. The head priest went to the nun and permitted her into the final state. Her fierce loving eyes penetrating everything, she looked at me and screamed "Time to wake up, James-Boy". I woke up next to Elizabeth. Kimiko wasn't there and her stuff was gone, I guess she had gone home in the middle of the night. We glowed for a long as possible as the dream passed, until it was time to get to school. We showered in the lawn and then drove in to school. We went without much comment. Last night was different from any we had experienced before. "Promise me something James." What is it?" "Go with me tonight, to meet them. And, come with me to my aunts wedding tomorrow." "OK" I said. And that was it. She reached in and grabbed something from her purse, it was a condom. "Why are you getting that?" I asked. "I need it for spirit day. Is that OK?" "I guess", not knowing what she meant." She rolled the condom onto my cock and started to suck and jack me off. She tried fast to get me to cum, she lacked her usual felicity. I came fast, not having had release yet today. After I finished she jacked me a few more times and pulled off the condom, then tied the used condom into her long hair. "Happy spirit day honey", she said. "Us girls are supposed to wear these instead of shirt and panties, if we are naked." She gave me a kiss and walked off. "What happens when you get a lot of those?" I asked, about the used condom in her hair. "We get fucked." she replied. "And when you don't?" "We don't." She said, waving as she ran off. I walked in to English, Ms. Cagle bound over to the door to hug me when she saw me. "Oh James, welcome to class." She said, taking both hands and putting them on my neck, pulling me in for a deep kiss. I reached behind her and cupped her ass, slipping a finger into her asshole. "First time a student has done that to me", laughing, pushing me a way and telling me to take a seat. Every one filed in bit by bit (some more bits than others). After greetings and announcements Ms. Cagle gave out today's assignment. "OK everyone, for extra credit on the test I want you all to write an essay." Almost everyone groaned. "50 to 500 words, what would it take to get you to go nude the rest of the year. Either as a sexless absolute, a full year NIS student, a permanent outreach volunteer, or a slave. Now get going." "But Ms. Cagle, I don't want to be nude!" One girl called back. "That may be true dear, but everyone must think in terms of what it would take, at least pretend. Turn over your pages and sit quietly when you're finished." "What is the difference between the four?" One student asked. "I think every knows about absolute naturism. Jimmy and Jenny Collins legally committed to be naked all the time, everywhere, but be untouchable, same as Batool. A full year NIS is where you are naked at school, at least, and you participate in all reasonable requests/school events and do them naked until the year ends. A permanent outreach student volunteer becomes a permanent naturist for the year, and informally commits to not only be naked, but to participate naked and sexually in a certain amount of time of public and private service. A slave does whatever we want it to and they give up all personal rights for a year. Pick one and write the essay." I sat there and thought. Not even sure what to write. And I just started writing. I was pretty sure this was speculative writing and that Ms. Cagle couldn't mean it seriously, so I decided to sincerely call her buff bluff. "I want the world to end. I want everyone to grow up and behave like kids. I want someone to make the decision for me. I'll do whatever I have to, as long as others are doing it. I want everyone to leave me alone and touch me. I want people to have narrow egos, and include everyone. I want to sober up and get drunk. I want to go to the gym and not get sweaty. I want to open my home as a nudist flop house and I'll leave in the morning. "NiS is like any fad. It began because people got sick and tired of looking at clothes, it'll end because people get sick and tired of looking at naked people. I just don't know how long it'll last, and I don't know if the fashion police will start putting people in jail. I'll go along as long as people are doing it. Life will be more fun that way. Like when Lot in the bible offered his virgin daughters to the crowd in exchange for a good night sleep, like a monk who reached enlightenment by realizing there was no more point in meditating, like our ancestor monkeys who left the jungle because they were sick of looking at the trees. This is a uniquely human trait that is both a blessing and a curse. "I'll become a yearly outreach volunteer, as soon as you do Ms. Cagle." I looked at the paper for a while before I turned it over. Started jacking off at the thought of being naked for the rest of the year. As I sat there stroking, the girl who complained earlier raised her hand. "Ms. Cagle, James is touching his thing." "Is he doing it quietly?" Ms. Cagle responded. "I guess so..." "Then that is OK. However, you are not being quiet so unless you DO want to go naked for the rest of the year I suggest you be quiet." Ms. Cagle retorted. The girl turned red and looked down and kept quiet for the rest of class. As I looked at her and looked at Ms Cagle another girl threw a condom at me and mouthed 'I want it'. I quickly unwrapped and rolled the condom over my cock and started stroking again. I came without spurting and went flaccid. Then rolled off the condom and threw it at the girl. "Did you come?" She mouthed back, looking at the condom suspiciously. I nodded, hoping an empty but used condom didn't count against her. Ms. Cagle called up the papers. I would like a volunteer from each category to read their stories. "Does anyone volunteer to read for Absolute?" Ms. Cagle called out. "I will, Ms Cagle." the rude girl called out. "I'm surprised, but go ahead." Ms. Cagle responded. "Here I go: "I would be an absolute if someone made me, so that no one could touch me. I don't want to be naked and I don't want to be touched. But, I will do what I am told." "And?" Ms. Cagle asked. "That's it." She replied. "It was supposed to be at least 50 words, see me after class." Ms. Cagle said, and the girl looked like she was about to cry. "But, Ms Cagle..." Ms. Cagle said with finality: "No butts except the ones we're born with, see me after class. Next, someone read for full year NIS." A few raised their hands. Ms. Cagle called on one. "I want to be NIS. I want pretty girls to jack me off and and I want to play with their titties. I want hot girls to make reasonable requests. I want to moon the opposing team without running away. I want to jack off on my mid-term. NIS forever!" "Good job, but sparse. You pass." Ms. Cagle responded. "Who wrote permanent reach-out?" Several of us raised our hands, including me. She called on another boy. "I want to be on permanent out-reach so I can do what I want and go where I want. I want to see things and do people. I want to get a job and be naked. And, someone would have to pay me a lot of money. Booh Yah." "Not sure Booh Yah counts, but we'll see." Ms. Cagle responded. "Anyone write for slave?" She asked. Only sweater girl raised her hand. "Serious or pretend?" Ms. Cagle asked. She blushed and looked around, then back at Ms. Cagle: "Pretend, I think...." "Proceed." Sweater girl stood up and winked at me. I noticed she had three condoms tied in her hair already. She lifted the paper with one hand an started playing with herself with the other. "I will do anything. I want to do anything and everything. I want everything done to me. I only want to worry about pleasing my master. I don't want to go home. I want to wear a doggie chain. I want to be spanked and made to stand in the corner so everyone can see my red bottom but not my face. I want to lick my teachers pussies and beg them not to fail me. I want someone to lick the tears from my face as I am spanked. I want to be told to go naked. I want to live off of sperm." "That's all." she said with conclusion, three people clapped and the rest stared at her. "Good job, but still see me after school." Ms. Cagle said, getting a laugh from everyone. "Everyone, you can study if you want or just be quiet until class ends. Now, please pass up your papers." Ms. Cagle said to everyone and she started reading and grading the papers after she had them. After the bell rang a few minutes later and everyone was standing up, she called out: "Hey everyone that wants to be naked for the year!" Ms. Cagle said with a pause. "Slumber party at James's house tonight!" I laughed and waved and walked out of class, hoping she knew I wasn't serious. Not unless she was.... Sweater girl came up and give a kiss and a tug. "Any left for me?" She asked, dangling a condom. "Maybe later." I said, seriously. And I called out as she walked away "Be careful or they're start calling you SLAVE girl!" She smiled and waved and ran off, sweater showing off her ass. Several other people asked for my cum and I had to decline. It was not hard, was an easy explanation. I walked to PE looking at the signs in the halls again for a while. Some sign for the diddle club was posted several places. Guys were being sucked off all over the place. People were throwing hand-fulls of unopened condoms like confetti. The girls which had worn 'shirts and panties' for spirit day were very unhappy. They didn't want to suck off anyone, but where still getting covered in jizz in the halls. I got into the gym, skipping the locker room, and found even my teacher sucking off the other gym coaches. She switched to jacking them off and looked at me: "James, if you need relieve, ask anyone" and smiled. One of the other coaches she was sucking off laughed and yelled at me: "Yeah boy, and think you can find somewhere to hide, good luck!" One girl noticed I wasn't being sucked off and walked over. "Can I have your spirit?" she asked. "If you think you can get it, I'm a little short today." I responded. You'll do just fine, I saw you yesterday. With that she sucked on a finger before she kneeled down and started sucking my limp disk to get me hard, and promptly ran the wet finger of my ass. It didn't take long before I started to respond, and she somehow managed to put the condom on one handed, never taking the finger from my ass. I came, I think, a dry cum, but it seemed to satisfy her. I noticed a line had been forming behind her of girls waiting for their turn. There were similar lines waiting on the guys who were still getting it up. I smiled and said to them, sorry girls, this is the last one for a while. Most just looked around and found somewhere else to go. Some went to their books and sat down to study. The girl who had sucked me off looked around and smiled back at me. OK James, it's your turn, and she sat down and laid back, and spread her legs. I licked for all I was worth. Things had calmed down a little bit by third period, just a little. By fourth period, it was hard to put a foot down in the halls without stepping on a abandoned condom wrapper. By the time the pep rally came around, people had switched to using the condoms like balloons and were tossing them around class. The cafeteria had become a no suck/no jack zone for one day, to let people eat. And, was one of the few safe places left for people who didn't want to see/hear/smell someone jizzing. But, people were still making out. I think I heard someone getting spanked for a while. I tried my best to get fluids back. By the end of school, some of the girls looked like reggae fans with dread-locks of condoms. Some of the guys could barely walk. I never did see sweater-girl again at school. Later, Kimiko, Elizabeth and I met by Liz's car. They were both dressed, leaving me naked once again. We piled into Liz's small car with me in the back. We drove across town to the toll-road and headed south. After we exited, we pulled into the parking lot of a giant pink office building. "Didn't this used to be owned by that giant makeup company?" I asked. "Yes" was the short reply given by Elizabeth. The building was surrounded by pink tinted metal, a large fountain and reflecting pool covered the front. The curvy building was almost shaped like a castle. Plate glass windows covered the edge towards the highway. We walked in and went up to the well dressed receptionist. She smiled at us when she noticed and looked up, 'May I help you?' "They need badges." Kimiko responded. "OK, please fill this out" said the receptionist, handing Liz and I forms. As we started to fill out the forms Kimiko started to tell us the story of this building. . "It was custom built for the owner to be their headquarters. They wanted a pretty pink building. "It's very pretty", I said, looking up the massive atrium. "Yeah, but they fucked it up. The architect didn't support the floor around the atrium enough, they almost had too tear it down. In the end they had to settle with support beams and new rules. No furniture or heavy objects within ten feet of the open atrium. Which works out better for us because they had to abandon it sooner and lease it out. I thought they were still in business? "They are". After people started running around naked they started selling more makeup. They needed more space. So, now we get the pretty and fucked up building!" "Here are our badges" Kimiko said passing on the temporary badges to us after the receptionist put them on the table. Both Elizabeth's and my tags were stick on. I put mine on my upper arm. Liz put hers on her left breast over her heart. "OK!" Kimiko piped, leading us to an elevator. After the doors closed, Liz spoke for the first time "I'm surprised the door girl wasn't naked." "Usual BS, they need the receptionist to be pretty but serious, and there are too many different types of tenants. But, I know she doesn't wear underwear most of the time. You can see up her skirt from our office. "Are you on a low floor?" I asked. No, we are on the seventh floor. You can see see up her skirt from there." "How's that work?" "Nobody can figure it out. We shouldn't be able to see up her skirt by looking down. We know she doesn't need to cover herself from the front because of the desk and she thinks she's covered.. We're sure there's a funny angle that allows us to see her. "Does she know?" I asked "Yes, I told her. Pick on her about it some of the time. She said she doesn't care if it's just us." 'Does she hang out with you?" Liz asked. "Never, she's boring. She comes to the new years party my family throws for for business associates, but that's it." "What's your New Years party like?" "Stuck around James, if Liz does business with us and she still likes you, she can bring you as a date." "Here we are", Kim said, after the bell dinged. We walked out of the elevator into a room that looked like a strange range cross between a Japanese tatami room, and a gennie's bottle. Sliding doors around the edge and big tacky pillows piled up between computers. The entire office was open except what looked like conference rooms and offices on the sides. Some people were sitting on the floor at little writing desks. Others were on old fashioned office chairs at modular desks. Some people were dressed or clothed, at many different levels. "People do whatever they are comfortable with. Sit at desks or on the floor. Wear lingerie or clothes or nothing. It all just has to be clean and tidy. " "Why would some one want the floor?" I asked. "So they can have sex easier, silly. And, they can be closer to the window or the atrium." Kimiko threw at me in a mocking voice. "That's ironic, no-body's having sex." Liz said. "It's a family business. Sex is petty rare. Sales meetings are fun though." Kimiko replied. "Please tell Papa we're here," Kimiko said to a girl kneeling at a computer in the corner. The girl was wearing nothing more than a silk scarf wrapped around her waist. The paisley pattern scarf had tassels and a purple pattern, her nipples had glitter. "Sure thing" the girl replied. "The open environment and liaise-faire office make for some strange situations though. One guy wanted a sand box for his office and threatened to quit when he didn't get it. Eventually they gave it to him. He finally quit when they tried to bill him for computer equipment which failed because of sand everywhere." "Susan here whore a bubble-wrap one day. It was really cute." Kimiko whispered. "Are you telling them embarrassing stories?" The girl in the corner asked. "No, Susan. Should I?" Kimiko asked. 'Susan' only blushed in response. "Kimiko!" A man called out from behind us. "Papa." Kimiko rushed over and gave him a hug. Elizabeth didn't pause, and went over and gave him the same. Bill was a white man, about 5'11. He was wearing a formal suit which you don't see often in Texas. "Hi, I'm Bill. Papa is a moniker, I'm really Kimiko's uncle-in-law" Bill said, sensing or anticipating my reaction to his appearance. "Yeah, we call the boss papa here. Keeps the boss in his place." Kimiko said, poking Bill in the ribs. "Come this way." Bill said, taking Kimiko by the hand and leading us toward a room. Pretty much every combination imaginable for an office was laid out before us. People sitting at desks. People kneeling at desks. People laying on the floor. People sitting around a table talking. Some people were fully dressed, others wearing nothing at all. There was a fairly even balance of men and women. Pretty much every race I could think of was present. Although, there were more Asians than others. The men's clothes were pretty boring, some were in suits or dockers and knit shirts, some were in robes, some were naked. The women showed the most variety of course. Some were in dress-suits or pant-suits. Some were dressed like school girls or in lingerie. One was wearing nothing but cat ears. One was covered head to toe in tattoos. "I'll have Kimiko give you a tour later if you like, I only have a few minutes to chat." We went into a glass walled room with a long glass table and mesh chairs. Elizabeth and I sat down next to each other on the near side. Bill and Kimiko went to the other. "So James, what do you think of our floor?" Bill asked. "It is something else, seems like a class room they are building at our school, but more scattered." I responded. "What do you mean?" "The PTA is setting up a class almost set like a spa: tile floors, open windows, low seating, easy to re-arrange, shower heads. Where this place is easy to re-arrange and low, it is set up more like a bed-room with carpet and pillows. But, both are set up like a laid-back lounge, but I don't see a shower here." I responded. "Yes, I understand. I would like to hear more about this class some time. We were planning on setting up showers but not sure where. But, don't get me wrong, we have certain times for being laid back, and we are every bit as clean as a hospital room. We close out the office every night for ozonation, UV bathing and tidying." He responded. "We mix work and pleasure on occasion, but only in well defined places; and normally they are kept separate. When a business like as diverse as our as run we have to build our own rules for working, playing, rewarding and punishing. Although the rules for dealing with each other does not change, individual arrangements are made for people where possible. Take Susan there, he gestured towards the assistant outside. Was she professional?" "Yes." "Was she friendly?" "Yes." "But, was she brief and impersonal?" "Yes." from everyone. "Very well". He responded, and clicked a few buttons on his phone. "With Susan, she wanted to be nudist employee, but mix work and pleasure, and be salaried. So we made her a deal...." We looked at Susan, outside, seemed to be tightening up and going stiff, as if she knew we were discussing her. "...if she would be a nudist except for sandals and a wrap, and would make herself available to us managers, we would make sure she did well. There are rules about the size of the wrap and the sandals, for cooler days she is allowed more. There is a rule that with anyone other than managers she must be impersonal and brief, but friendly. And, we found a radio controlled vibrator she was to use. It is a part of her uniform to wear it at all times. It works like an ID with a smart chip in it. It even lets her into the building and the office, and is how she clocks in and out. And, since she has no bonus structure, we turn it on to give her rewards like now." We looked out side as we saw she was bucking on her pillow while looking at us nervously. "We even have a few employees that negotiated the right to drink at work, being a liquor company and all. With certain rules, though." He said, obviously referencing me. "So, what do you think Elizabeth?" He continued. "It's nice." She replied, without much emotion. "Still not sure what to think of us?" He said. "I'm not." "Elizabeth, the neighborhood your uncle works in is important to us. And, it is important we do business there, and that we gain your uncle as a partner. And, let me be clear, we would like you personally to join our team whether your uncle gets involved or not, you don't even have to recommend us just let us know when you would like to start the on-boarding process. "But, that is not your uncles neighborhood. In no way is it by right or tradition in his control. And whether or not you and your uncle become our partner, we will have access to the neighborhood. So, please think this over and discuss it with your uncle objectively. We are making plans for the neighborhood, whether your uncle uses them or not. "We like our environment. We like to have it easy. But we also like to make money. Anything that gets in the way of our easy money life will be dealt with." "Even you James. We can always use a presentable boy toy like yourself." I didn't know how to respond, I was shocked he said that. His phone vibrated (and outside, Susan relaxed). "I must be going. Anything else before I do?" Bill said, standing up. "No, thank you." Elizabeth replied. We all stood up and Bill gently lead us out the conference room. "Thank you, everyone." He said, gesturing to Susan. "Susan, would you please escort them out." As we left, we didn't even get a glance from anyone. They seemed to know this was a less than friendly meeting. We didn't even get the tour he had suggested to Kimiko. As we left the receptionist ignored us as well, more focused on her phone. The one thing Kimiko said was "That vibrator is on a timer. The phone vibrates when the cycle is finished and the vibe stops. He uses it to time scripted meetings." And with that, we left without saying anything for a while. We drove to the party. Each girl asking if they wanted to stay long and each saying no. It looked like a normal party. Trash in the yard, drunks in the back. Stereo playing some peppy music. I walked around for a while, people watching, trying to not to stand still so that no one would take an interest in me. Soon, Elizabeth and Kimiko found me and they drove me home. I walked in my door that night alone. Surprised to see more cars than usual they left not noting what was going on. I walked in and said "Mom. I'm home!" Several people called back. "Hi James!" "We're in the living room." I got into the living room to see several bags and some party food. Along with Ms. Cagle. Ms. Cagle was slowly rubbing my moms crotch and sucking on a tit. They were both naked except for my moms garters. "I wished you had told me you were expecting your teacher James." Mom responded between gasps. "I wasn't sure to expect her." I said back. "Come here and give your teacher a fuck." Ms Cagle said, lifter her head from my mom's teat. "I don't think I can tonight", after seeing my mom aroused and losing any erection I had. "OK then, she said, pouting and going back to my moms teat." "Go back and get cleaned up for dinner." My mom said. "I didn't know you wanted to go permanent nudie." She said again. "I'm not sure." I responded, not sure how serious this was. "Well I think its great, I think we need a few more adults to look after you." she said, rubbing her fingers through Ms. Cagles hair. "OK mom." I went up stairs to get cleaned up, deciding a shower would be best. The bathroom was open and someone was in the shower, doors were all open. I walked in and saw three girls and a boy making love in the shower. "Hi! We're from the alternative club." Two of the girls were from my class with Ms. Cagle, I didn't know the other girl and boy. "Are you going to finish soon?" I asked, doubting there was room for a bar of soap in the shower in addition to the four teenagers. "Nope! But you can join us if you like." "I forgot my can opener, I'll sponge myself off instead." "Awww" said another girl I hadn't seen, laying on the bottom beneath all four "We really like what you're trying to do." Said the boy I didn't know, as I walked over to the sink and grabbed a wash-rag. I cleaned up and felt better, decided to go downstairs, and another boy I didn't know had joined my mom and Ms. Cagle. Another bag and more snacks were in the piles. "You know there are five people in the shower mom?" I asked, as she stopped blowing the teen. "Yeah, there are several others too. There's one in your bed." "What?" "She said she needed a nap, I didn't think you'd mind after I read the essay." "Wheres dad?" I asked. "In our bed with another." "I really like this outreach thing", she said, before going back to sucking off the boy. Seeing mom I had lost my hard-on from the sponge bath. Grabbed a beer from the fridge, getting only a momentary glance from mom this time. "Come here James", Ms. Cagle said, standing up off of the floor and joining me in the kitchen. She sat down at the table. "Were you serious today James?" She asked. "I don't know." Was the response. "Well, if I read your article correctly you said you wanted someone to decide for you. Is that OK?" "I guess." sipping on my beer, not caring any more. "I didn't mean to set up the volunteering." I told her. "What do you mean?" She asked. "The outreach volunteering I did this week. I had missed class. I went to Mr. Mitchell trying to stall time and get an excuse that would keep me out of trouble. That was the best I could come up with, that I wanted to volunteer." "I'm not surprised. But, that is the situation we are in. It was a good idea, it adds another bit of polish to our schools NIS plan. I think we should go with it. It might have been invented out of necessity, but remember necessity is the mother of invention." "OK, we'll decide for you. After I've spoken with your mom and dad we'll write up informal volunteer papers. Nothing legal, but binding between us." "What will I get in return?" I asked, knowing the contract had to have more than just the obvious for me. "Everything." She responded back, taking my dick in her hand. "We'll set up a community service board, where people can volunteer and ask for volunteers. But in the end, you will have to build this up on your own. We can have voting on the popularity of the volunteering task, to weed out the bad tasks. And, people will be able to bid on volunteers with their own volunteer points. We can set up a couch-lending system for safe houses. Though, there's not much precedent for a permanent outreach volunteer." "Everything, and you'll be there with me?" I asked, trying to imagine the school year to come. Remembering that I made her being there a condition. "Everything." she said, leaning down to take my dick in her mouth, "Up to as much as you are willing to return." I found out who was in my bed later, sweater girl was wearing there wearing a dog collar with 15 condoms in her hair, without the sweater. Her tears had dried on her face with no-one to lick them off. ######################################################################## ######## ----Saturday---- ######################################################################## ######## I woke up on the floor. Not even realizing where I was at first, or why someone was yelling at me. "Get up red butt! You look like a monkey." Elizabeth's yelled at me from the door, smiling. I chucked a pillow and watched her bat at it to make it miss. "What did you do James?" Liz asked. "Nothing much. Just my usual at my house." "Yeah, I bet." She responded. Looks like Elizabeth was cleaned up. I knew it was my turn to get ready for the wedding. ######################################################################## ######## Elizabeth went ahead and drove to the wedding, she didn't stop laughing as I told her the story of the flop-house and the permanent out-reach. All along the way she kept asking questions to which I could only barely answer. She asked if I had ever been to a modern wedding. "No" was my response. "Had I ever thought about getting married?" She asked. "Not really" "How do you think a marriage should be?". She finally asked an open ended question, I still had no answer. "I'm unromantic Elizabeth, I think of marriage as a convenient contract." With that she was silent for a moment. She responded with "I can see that. But, I think marriage is more." "What I am to you?" I asked. "What do you mean?" she asked back. "Am I just some fucking boy toy?" "James!" She yelled, and stopped the car. "You aren't just a toy, we aren't just about fucking, and you aren't just a boy. You're the man I want. But, I'm going to have to ask you to learn to deal with narcissists like papa Bill and Kimiko if you want to be around me. I can't choose not to deal with them the way you can, I love them. Want to know why I like you?" I nodded. "Because you're you. Because you're not a narcissist like Bill. Because you do yield and play along, but also stand up for yourself and others like you just did. You're handsome and smart and eloquent and kind and playful, and don't fuck with people's heads. Without even trying you can change peoples lives, because you are gently living your life without cutting yourself off from the world. You're the kind of man who nurtures without intruding. Do you understand?" "I don't know." "Well figure it out naked boy, I won't wait forever." She said, and drove on again. We went on in silence. "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say", she said latter. "I'm sorry too, I don't know either." I responded. We found the church and parked, walked in and a extravagantly undressed crowd. We didn't have time, so we went ahead and took our seats. The groom and priest walked silently to the alter. They chatted for a few minutes along with everyone else in the audience. The priest was wearing a traditional white frock with a sash showing an embroidered crucifix. There was a knock at the back of the cathedral, and everyone turned as the organ cranked up, a classical re-interpretation of some heavy-metal song, with slow and fast verses. Slowly, the ring bearers and groomsman came in. The groomsman were in tuxes, but with a vibe that made them seem like they were strippers. The ushers were already naked. In a few minutes, the organ came to a crescendo. Two grooms opened the chapel doors and showed the beautiful bride. The front of her dress was bunched up in the style of many weddings. Her train flowing from the back of her dress. But, this went all the way up to her navel on each side. Her long legs came out, revealing the satin panties she was wearing for all to see. I had never noticed before, ruffles and lace really are just euphemisms for a beautiful pussy. And in a dress like this it was more than obvious, the white folds looked like labia. Complete with a giant pearl for a clit at the top of the folds and layers of the dress were folds of the inner labia. The satiny cream of the outer dress completed the image. She was barefoot, rare for a wedding. But her toes were each painted as pearls. Here top was a conservative satin bustier. Her veil covered her from head to navel, covered in little pearls. She was followed by four brides maids. Each was in a two-tone dress, light and medium pink colors. The thin fabric showed they were wearing nothing underneath. Although, the dress kept you from seeing details. Some of the bridesmaids appeared to be pregnant, they were all wearing what appeared to be the most vulgar outfits, with their ripe nipples and belly seeming to show through. The ring bearers were the last to make an appearance. A boy and a girl, couldn't have been as old as five. Their little naked cherubic bodies where perfect completion for the procession. Those two surprised me, they really did. Most people where dressed, albeit scantily. So, they were the only completely naked people I saw in the procession. Their laughter couldn't have been more perfect, as they carried their little pillows each to their side of the aisle. Their perfectly innocent minds enjoying this show. Elizabeth gasped at it all, in my state I could only think of allusions. I finally thought of something to say, and leaned over to Elizabeth. Reaching my hand up her dress. "I guess the bride is the only one wearing panties at this wedding" She leaned over, said "Wait a while, sweet-hard" grabbing my hand from under her skirt and biting my ear at the same time. "I've never noticed how much ruffles in a dress look like a pussy." I told her "Same is true for the men's tux shirts" She said back. "What?" Looking at the men that is true, but in a disturbing way. The collars of their jackets and shirts were pussy lips too, but with a giant head for a clit. I wish I had never been told this. The ceremony was mostly silent. As it proceeded, Elizabeth slowly primped and kept tidy. But, touch by she undressed me, even though I was already naked. "Why are you doing this?" I asked quietly. "Because, because I want you ready for the pictures. Because I want you paying attention to me more than the bride". "Why does it matter, we could have both been naked to begin with. And why would I think about the bride, brides are supposed to be untouchable." "But, that wouldn't have been as fun. And besides, you'll have you turn with her soon." she said. She continued to address me, and she undressed my resolve at the same time. Not knowing what she was talking about, I let her have her way as I watched the nuptials. Then, before I new it, the groom lifted the brides veil and kissed her, as the organ blared with dark joy. The couple kissed deeply and movingly, touching each other for minutes as the kiss went on. The priest waited until the time came and they gasped for air and faced the pews: "It is my pleasure to introduce Mark and Carrie Nathanial. You may all now fuck." With this the audience roared to life and the couple slowly left the chapel. Everyone spoke excitedly for a few minutes watching them. After about 15 minutes, were then were asked to leave by the naked ushers so the couple could take pictures. We gathered in a small gym near the chapel and waited until we could return. Later on, when the couple was finished, we returned and it was it was time for the removing of the garter. The groom brought out an ornate chair. Looked more plaster than wood, but the chair had an ornate 'people intertwined' back with a red velvet seat. As us bachelors lined up, the bride took her seat. Only then did I notice the bride wasn't wearing a garter. She sat smiling and giggling, waving at her brides maids as they looked on crying. Her satin panties where put in a spot light for everyone too see. The groom went up, bent over, then gave her a deep kiss on the lips, he then bent over and pulled her nipples out of her dress with his teeth. one by one, then he licked and teased her reddening breasts for a few minutes. Then he smiled, reached down and lifted her butt up off of the chair everyone started cheering. He reached down and rubbed her pussy through her beautiful panties for a few minutes. All of us in line where showing obvious erections, even those with clothes on looked uncomfortable. Even those in the audience were starting to make out. We stared on, out of control, as the bride adjusted her dress. The bra cups of the dress of the dress folded in, leaving her breasts open for everyone. The groom helped move her veil back down over her, covering her face and breasts completely. Leaving a beautiful silhouette for everyone to see. The groom then reached under the dress, and to our surprise many gasps, he started to gently pull down her panties. They where then held up and the bride sat back down, smiling as the groom held them up for everyone to see. The now wrinkled and wet panties where then held to taunt her. He asked her why they were so wet. "They are wet for you, my love" She replied. I was staring at the bride at that time. Her beautiful shaved lips now on open display. It looked like her inner labia were pierced. The jewels glistened at us from the lips. The groom then faced us bachelors, and the band started up. He turned around and flung the panties at us. It hadn't even occurred to me that the panties were the 'garter'. I've never seen the bachelors at a wedding fight for their prize. They typically avoid the garter like it's diseased. These wet panties where fought for with punches and yells. The groom quited them down and said you are all winners. The men let out a cheery growl, still refusing to let go of the satin and lace. The groom told them to gather near the bride and described the next part of the wedding. "We need all of your help to get the bouquet ready! Please gather around the bride, we will now all jack off to the bouquet, covering it, getting it ready for all of the bachealorettes out there!" The men cheered, ready for the challenge. The groom then kneeled down in front of his wife, kissing her mouth, then each teat, the proceeded, to eat per pussy while we took care of the bouquet. The maid of honor came out with the bouquet and smiled at us. She walked up to us and said she was to hold the bouquet for the bride while it was blessed. She then kneeled to the grown in her pink, lame dress and asked us to start. The men got the idea quickly. The first ones started to jack off, holding their cocks towards the bouquet while looking at the bride. The groom was going hard and fast now, the bride alternated between holding his head and covering her face. One man moved his dick towards the maid, and asked her to help him. The complied taking his cock into her mouth with force. Another asked her to use her hand as she held on to the bouquet with her last hand. The first boy came quickly. Others gradually as they came on the brides maid and the bouquet. The man started to cum in her mouth, only to have her pull him out and point him at the bouquet. After he was spent the next man quickly took his place. I looked over to see Elizabeth standing in a corner. One nice lace glove held in her teeth as she diddled herself with that hand. Her clear, translucent dress glistening as the watched the festivities. She then noticed my stare, and smiled back. Speeding up her motions. I think we came together, her twitching and throbbing on a pew, as I came onto the now thoroughly blessed bouquet. After the second man came, she spit into her glove and wiped her face. Then taking her hand and wiping the cum on a dry part of the bouquet. "It's bad luck to spit on the bouquet" She said with a laugh The brides maid was laughing as man after man covered her and the flowers in cum. After more than a few minutes, the bride came to claim her bouquet. Her now pink, beautiful, lips showing from beneath the front of the dress. The groom was left sitting on the floor by the chair, face glistening with nectar and jacking himself off slowly as he watched. She reached down and took the bouquet from the maid and with a laugh said, "I think you can handle it from here", giving the cum soaked girl a kiss on the cheek. The maid nodded knowingly, and kept after the men who had not yet cum. The band leader then called for all unmarried women to gather in the front of the church. The women, having seen what was coming, most quickly slipped out of their dresses and went forward. Laughing, almost in shock, at what they were doing. The audience was now in a regular orgy. Gramma's and grampas and husbands and wives and boys and girls went after each other in a furry. A few of the ushers (those not distracted), started to move pews out of the way on the far end of the church. The bride walked forward, her train behind her, still an image of perfection. She then looked to see if the women were ready. she waved at a few people in the crowd, making them join the group. "What are you afraid of?" She taunted the crowd. She then smiled and flung the cum filled bouquet, and bukake bouquet as it were, at the crowd of women. It came apart in mid air, and was 'caught' by several women, just like the panties. But, flung petals and cum on all of them. The confused women were not sure what to make of the now dead bouquet. The crowd cheered after one girl broke into tears. Everyone was now standing up and talking, some ushers took it as their chance to re-arrange the tables and seats. The others were bring out what looked like satin blankets and were arranging them in a grid on the floor. "Come on" Elizabeth said "We need to go out side" "Why?" "Because this is only for close family, there is space in the garden for us" "Oh, OK". We walked outside as I watched as the remaining groomsmen who stripped down and proceeded to chase down a bridesmaid together. It was a shock to walk outside, on that cool winter day. We adjusted quickly as I saw that other 'picnic blankets' had been set up outside. Most had already been claimed, so to be polite we asked a young family if we could join them. The pastor was going around speaking with everyone. Now naked except for his sash, he came by our picnic spot as Elizabeth relieved herself in the ladies fountain. He asked how the service was and we chatted for a few minutes. I had to ask, I was embarrassed to, but did anyway. "Pastor, how did it come to be that you would use a church for a wedding like this?" "A wedding like what?" He laughed back. He didn't wait for a response, he laughed and replied "This isn't a church any more, and I am not it's pastor." "Why?" "Well", he said "The church building was a church until the American church fell apart. When it did, some dot-commers taking part in the second wave bought it for their office space. They thought it was cute to build their futures in a gothic cathedral." "Is that so?" "Yes." He replied. "The catholic church sold it off to pay for settlements to the families of children their priests molested. Hard to believe these immature and isolated men had to torture and rape innocents to get the physical affection they were denying themselves in life." "Very" I replied He then continued "The perverse things people used to do to themselves.... Anyway, the dot-com folded, and the building was repoed by one of their creditors, who owns it now. Operating it as a social gathering place. It's actually more successful now as a party house than a house of worship. Don't you think so?" "Yes it is" "Well James", he replied, "Nice to meet you. See you at the reception!" The reception? I thought as he walked off. I put the idea of further festivities behind, and thought about this church. The beautiful walls covered in now appropriately naked saints. The gargoyles guarding the roof. Down to the poofy flowers surrounding the lawn. Hydrangea, I believe? Elizabeth now returned wrapped her arms around me as she sat down. "Having fun?" I said, asking about the fountain. "Yes, isn't it beautiful?" She replied, looking at the fountain. They started building 'fountains' around town after the program went into effect. Having given up the fight to keep people from urinating out doors, they started building special fountains for use as urinals and bidet's out in the open. This 'church' had three. one for the women, with many little troughs and fountains out of each. One for the men Consisting of one large opening with a fountain out the middle for decoration. And several women attempting to use the men's troff. It wasn't uncommon to see combo phone booths and Asians style toilets around town. This was the first time I had seen some so ornate though. And obviously decorated as bathrooms, with statuesque men, women and children 'urinating' for further fountains. The grey-marble matched the church rather well. Just don't drink the holy water.... I watched as several women relieved themselves and talked. For me it was nothing, just one of those moments when pussies really are nothing more than where women pee from. Having drifted off in thought I noticed Elizabeth was now asleep. Her purse beside her, she was naked now except for her gloves, shoes, and hat. I listened to her gentle breaths for a while then fell asleep myself, in the sun. ######################################################################## ######## We were woken up by the two ring bearers. "Big brother, Big sister, it's time to go!" We guessed the procession of passion was now over. We slowly woke up. As we gathered our senses was watched and the now juicy and naked maid of honor was carried off by the man of honor. At the reception we were greated by a row of maids. They were taking coats or purses for the attendees. The serving maids were mostly undressed. Simple white stockings held up by black and white garters. A little black and white lace neck ribbon. Then a little black and white maids hairpieces. Their pussies were shaved, all except one whom I took to be the head maid. We found a seat in the corner of the living room and sat down, waited for more people to arrive. Most had dropped their clothes by now. After a while the maids started leaving the door to get drink orders and serve hor'dourves. The youngest maid came by us first. Asked if there was anything we needed. Elizabeth said "Soda water please". I thought for a moment, then said "A blow-job would be nice." the maid smiled and Elizabeth poked me in the ribs. Then to my surprise, the maid went down on her knees and started going after me. Her expert hands and mouth had my exhausted dick erect in moments. It was coming soon thereafter. She swallowed every drop. As she stood up she thanked me, and walked off to get the soda water. I couldn't believe what had just happened, I had received a blow job in front of fifty people I didn't know from a girl I didn't know, while my girlfriend sat beside me laughing. "They don't let them eat, you know." Elizabeth "What do you mean?" "At parties like this, the waitresses can't eat the food. Eating slows them down. So, they joke that in order to keep going they have to suck down as much cum as possible." "You're kidding me." "Nope, they call themselves the 'head' waitresses for fun. Keeps them skinny and keeps them focused on their jobs. They don't even think about it after a while and they give great head." "No kidding." "You don't believe me? Here she comes back with my drink. Ask her." The waitress came back by and I could only blush. I didn't bother to ask, I don't know if I wanted to believe Elizabeth or not. Sensing my embarrassment the waitress put down our drinks and whispered in my ear. "It's OK. Let me know if there is anything else you need." Then she gave me a peck on the cheek and walked off to deliver the next drink. "You know a lot about these girls" I said, prodding Elizabeth for information. "Sure, I tried it for a while." "Being a 'head'-waitress?" I asked. "Yes, didn't make it very far. They start you out in the bathroom." "Huh?" "Yep. You're a potty-girl. Have to lick and suck and dry whatever people give you." "That's pretty gross" I replied. "Not really, you get used to it pretty quickly. And, it's not like you are rimming the general public." "So you sit in the bathroom and lick them clean?" "Yep. I don't really want to think about it though. After doing that a while, you move up to bus-girl." "Did you make it that far?" "No, the first time a guy wanted to use me as the toilet I quit." "Ouch. What other jobs have you had?" "No jobs really, Boozer's Boy doesn't even really count. I've volunteered a lot though." "Oh?" I asked, trying to get the last few images out of my mind. "Was an elevator girl for a while. The girl-scouts had us volunteer as naked elevator girls. Figured it would be a safe thing for us to do. Lot's of people coming and going. But, we would also be on our own. The whole girl-scout theme of building up independence and entrepreneurship in little girls." "Did it work?" "Not really, I was already an entrepreneur. Had a few funny stories though. One day this guy was showing off and deep-throated a pen for me." "He what?" "Swallowed a ball-point pen. Was a pretty bad idea, when he tried to pull it back up the clip caught on something in his mouth and he screamed and coughed it up." "Ouch." "Yeah, they took me out of there after that. They said I was getting weird." "So, what happened with Kimiko and her family?" "My uncle said he would speak with them. Said it was probably just a control thing on their part, but what they were saying did make sense." "A control thing?" "Yeah, manipulation. They want to ease their work by having better control over the market. Not really a negative thing, may not even be conscious. That's what most relationships are about, if you are a cynic like my uncle." "They are trying to control him?" "Not him, everything. People naturally try to control their world. Not out of malice or contempt or even condescension. Just trying to keep on top of the randomness around them. Eventually that leads to controlling yourself and the people around you." "Is that what our relationship is? You trying to control me?" I was staring to get paranoid, these people were beyond me. "Is that what you think it is?" She asked "No, our relationship is about having fun and avoiding control." "What?" "Why do you think I asked you out, a complete stranger?" she asked, almost rhetorically. "I hadn't thought about it..." "Because you are my type, but I don't know you. Or rather, you didn't know me." She said. "Huh?" "People think I'm a control freak. Maybe I am, over myself and my world. But, not the people I'm around. Not consciously, anyway. But, it's hard for people to get into a relationship with someone like me." "It seemed pretty easy" I said, tightening my arm around her. Trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, because you didn't know me." "You hit on me because I didn't suspect you?" "Sort of. It's like Kimiko and me, and our families. We are a lot alike. We love each other in our own way. But, our families know each other too well. Our families don't hate each other, but are kind of annoyed and mist-trusting of each other. Too many stories, too much history to be willing to give up control to each other." I thought for a few minutes, she stared at me thoughtfully for a while. "You can't go home again." "What?" She asked, surprised I had said anything. "You can't go home again. It's like the old saying, you can't go home again." "How so?" "When you are with your family in your home. You have everything under control. Your place, your outlets, even your problems. When you leave, the old pleasures fade and mistrust replaces comfort. When you come back, everything is subtlely different, and you are not a part of it any longer. In the end, all you remember is the pain and suspicion." "I'm not sure what you are getting at." She stated. "When you leave, you break off the control in exchange for freedom. And if you try to come back, the old controls do not work for you or others, and the trust is gone." She thought for a few minutes and finally said. "You can go home again, it never really changes. But, you are no longer the same person when you get back." "And?" I asked "Are you willing to give up control James?" She asked. "I like to think I am. But, is anyone really willing?" "No", she said back. "But that's what this is all about, isn't it? Giving up the old control mechanisms, the old egos, the old dreams, so that new ones can be built. We can't go home to Mommy June Cleaver, she wouldn't recognize us, she'd probably have a heart attack at the sight of us, or over-dose on tranquilizers. We aren't the same people." "And we've kind of been living in the old, inappropriately." I said back. "Yes. We can't go home again. But, if we love the place we've found, it can become home." She said, rubber her head against my shoulder. "Can it have lots of windows?" I asked. "Yes." "And a keggery in the back?" I asked "Yes. And a computer room?" She asked. "Yes. And a big yard?" I responded and asked. "Yes. Can Kimiko come over and play?" She said back. "Yes. Yes. Yes." "Yes. Near a good school with lots of naked kids?" She said "Yes. Will you be naked?" I replied. "Yes. Will you?" "Yes. Will you marry me?" I said, mostly seriously. She looked at me and smiled and thought, then replied: "Are you willing to give up some control in exchange for love and empowerment?" She said, as she grabbed my cock and started stroking. I wasn't sure if it was the sound of the people fucking around me, or the thought of what was possible, or the adrenaline from what was going through my head. But, I was rock hard. ###################################################################### ----Several months later....---- ###################################################################### James and Elizabeth are still engaged. They are constantly switching between their homes and others couches. Ms. Cagle is planning on giving up her role as a permanent teacher. She is going to become a traveling sub-stitute NiS teacher. James last saw her walking naked out of town. She was going couch surfing out-reach in another town. She was naked, except for shoes, hat, and a backpack as she crossed the county line. She was walking to her next host, entering her new world naked. Mr. Mitchell is going to set up a NiS conference. We are all looking forward to it. We managed to talk sweater-girl out of being a slave, but she spends a lot of time on her knees. James was put on mission duty for outreach. He and other alternative club members are to walk from door to door extolling the virtues of going naked. They make different games of it on different days to keep it fun. Some days, a drinking game, some days a sex game. Today they are competing to see who can suck off the most people, the winner gets anything they want. The club member is rather shy, willing to do absolutely anything but approach someone suddenly and start a conversation. This is supposed to be therapy for her. James and her are walking up to a house without a well kept lawn. They have been told there are three PTA members in this neighborhood which work from home and they have to find them all to get full credit. There is a security camera on the door step and the house is out of repair. They knock, and when a woman opens the door and peeks out and asks what they want. "Have you been naked in public recently?" They ask, in unison. The woman backs off and yells into the house. "Honey, the internet is here and they want to speak with you."