Chapter 3

The next morning, I dressed in the outfit Momma Anne had picked out: a simple green skirt with an orange waistband. "Now, when you get to school," she told me, "all you have to do is take off your blouse, roll the waistband up a little, and then pull it up to just below your bellybutton, and everyone will be able to see your cute little butt and pussy. You'll look so sweet." I almost thought she was going to cry, she looked so happy. Mom, too. I gave them both a kiss, and then the bus came, and I got on.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Mr Frans, the bus driver.

I thought for a second, then blushed. Oh, right, the bus is school property. I needed to undress before I could get on. I quickly took off my blouse, leaving my skirt on, after rolling the waistband up once.

Mr Franz looked doubtful. "I don't know better, but it looks to me like you're still dressed."

I giggled, and showed him how the skirt was too short now to cover anything, turning my back to him so he could see how it still showed off my bare butt. He looked it over and shrugged. "I'll send you straight to Principal's office, when we get there. He can decide."

I gave him a hug, remembering that I'd forgotten to give him one the day before. "So it's okay?"

"Is okay," he assured me. "I won't tell anybody."

When we got to school, I went straight to the principal's office, and Mr Lacy, the vice- principal. Mr Johnson looked busy with something in front of the school as I walked past the front doors, and I was surprised to see someone in a dungeon-like thing, getting spanked, but all I could see was her bare bottom, so I couldn't tell for sure who it was.

I showed Mr Lacy my outfit, and asked if it was okay. "It enhances without concealing," I said, remembering the words Momma Anne had said.

He took a moment to examine it, having me turn slowly so he could see it from behind and from different angles. "I'll tell you what, Daisy, let's get a couple of boys to come look at it. If they say it's okay, then I'll let you wear it.

He stepped out into the hall where everyone seemed excited about the girl outside getting spanked. I heard Chasity's name mentioned more than once, so started thinking maybe it was her that was being punished, and I wondered what rule she had broken. To me it just seemed easier to follow the rules. He grabbed four boys and asked them to come in to his office for a few minutes to be judges.

Again I found myself posing, turning slowly so the four boys could see me from every angle. Two of them agreed with me, that my outfit was enhancing without concealing. "It draws attention to her naked body," one of them pointed out.

The other two were harder to convince. "I guess as long as she makes sure it stays up really high like that," said one boy, who I knew was a senior, "then it will be okay. But if it starts to fall down, then it might start covering her up."

Mr Lacy agreed and warned me, sternly, to make sure my skirt didn't get too low during the day or that would be a 'dress code violation'. I said okay, and he sent us off to class. "Before you go, let's take a few pictures, for the website and to make sure everyone knows it's an approved outfit," he said.

I posed with the four boys who had been judges, two of them on my right, two on my left, me in the middle. The one with no clothes. Totally normal. Then we did pictures with each boy individually. "Is it okay if he puts his hand on your butt, Daisy?" Asked Mr Lacy. "It will look good in the picture, and prove you're not covering anything up."

I said sure, and felt the boy's hand slide down and cup my butt. I totally loved how that felt. So deliciously naughty. I felt my nipples get hard in response, and everyone noticed. With a chuckle, Mr Lacy said, "It looks like she likes it, Roger." I blushed but couldn't resist smiling.

So then he had all the other boys pose the same way, with each of them putting his hand on my bottom while we posed.

By the time I got to my first class, History of Sex with Mr Woodcock, I was glad I took masturbation lessons from my moms. I was going to need it, that was for sure.

Chapter 4

I guess I need to explain how our classes work. Each semester, we have eight classes. Mine are: Music Appreciation with Mrs. Stevens, Algebra with Mr Harmon, French with Mrs Cole, P.E., World History and Geography with Mr Burton, English with Mrs Halliday, Science with Mr Beneker, and Health and the History of Sex with Mr Woodcock. Each day we go to six of our classes, three of them before lunch and then three of them after. That's why the schedule keeps changing every day. Then, next day we start off with the two classes we didn't go to the day before, and then four more. It's a fun schedule, and lets the classes be a little longer than they would if we had to go to all eight classes each day.

Mr Woodcock was teaching us the names of body parts, the sexual ones, and needed a model. Since I was already nude, I was an obvious choice, and had to sit on the desk at the front of the class while he pointed to different things and told us their names, both the formal names and the slang terms. "Does anyone know what this opening here is called?" he asked, pointing his baton at my vagina.

A few boys did and most of the girls. "That's right, it's her vagina," he said. "Or some people like to call it a coochie, or a twat, or just her slit. As well as a lot of other NICE names. And of course that's where the penis goes during sex. Have any of you boys ever had your penis in a girl's vagina?"

A few boys raised their hands, and he called on one of them. "How did that feel, Neal?"

Neal blushed, looking around. "It felt awesome, Steve," he said. All the students called Mr Woodcock Steve.

"That's right. Did you cum inside her?"

Neal nodded. "She'd had The Shot, so she couldn't get pregnant. So, yeah, I blew my load inside her."

Steven nodded. "That's right. In the olden days when I was young, before we The Shot to keep girls from getting pregnant, a boy had to be careful about that, or he'd end up being a father before he was ready. Now it's safe for boys to cum inside girls and enjoy sex without worrying about things like that."


At lunch, the eight of us Program kids were sitting together, and Chastity Smith, who was the one who had gotten paddled earlier in front of the school, started asking questions about why a girl would let a boy cum on her face or in her mouth. "Look, Chasity," said Marissa, "I know you think it's really gross, but remember all the other things you thought were completely disgusting on Monday, and now you know how much fun they are. Don't knock it till you try it."

I thought about how much I'd changed in just one day. I was still shy, but not as shy as I had been just the day before. And she was right, all the things I thought I'd never do or even want to do, now I was thinking about doing them.

"Cum isn't dirty, Chastity," I finally blurted out. Everyone looked at me in surprise, expecially Chastity. I guess she thought I was on her side, that being shy and quiet made me a natural to join True Love Waits like her and my friend Purity. "Well, it's not like we don't see enough of it. It's not my fault they make us shower with the boys. I didn't ask them to cum on me." I blushed, remembering what happened in the shower the day before after wrestling.

The argument led to Chastity agreeing to suck Phil Peterson's cock, right there in the lunch room. "If I let him cum on my face and still think it's gross," she said, "then all of you have to admit you're wrong, stop doing it, and join True Love Waits."

She looked at us all fiercely. I held my breath. I hadn't decided for sure yet, but after yesterday, I wasn't sure I wanted to wait anymore. Sex was looking like a whole lot of good clean fun.

It was Chastity's first blow job, and there she was, doing it in front of everyone. I watched as she studied his penis, then began by licking her way up all the way from his balls to the tip. And suddenly it was in her mouth. I couldn't stop watching. What would it be like, I wondered, to have a boy's penis - his cock! - in my mouth? What did it taste like? I was so horny, I knew I needed to find out.

The blow job ended with Phil coming in Chastity's mouth and all over her face. I could tell Chastity was as turned on as I was. Everyone could tell, the way she was rubbing herself while she did it. Bubbles McKenzie made it official by kissing Chastity, licking the cum off her face, and I knew True Love Waits had just lost their president.

I was in awe. I'd just witnessed my first blow job, in person. And it was amazing. I needed to learn how to do that.


By the time I got to algebra class, I was so horny the first thing I did was ask Mr Harmon if I could have some relief. He looked at me in surprise, but then said okay. Without waiting, I climbed up on his desk and spread my legs so David Dorkstein and all the other kids could see everything. I closed my eyes, and thought about the scene from the lunchroom, my fingers rubbing furiously across my pussy. It took me less than three minutes before I was cumming. Hard. "Oh god, I want to suck someone's cock," I moaned, as dozens of pairs of eyes watched in fascination.


Even after I came hard, I was still horny when I got to P.E. class. Coach Nielson had divided the room into four sections, so each of us could get a chance to do some actual wrestling with our partner. Danny Snider and I were with Mitch Walker and Doug Handy, the two biggest boys. Coach Nielson called them his "heavyweight division."

When it was our turn, Danny and I faced each other, circling, looking for an opening. Finally, Danny lunged in and grabbed me by my butt, pulling me down. I twisted around as we fell, not letting him get the advantage. We rolled around on the floor, each of us trying our best to get on top of the other. Danny's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, and the guys were totally on his side, cheering and encouraging him to grab different parts of me.

In addition to not being very tall, I'm not that strong, either, and wrestling with Danny just wore me out. Eventually he pushed me down and got on top of me. He had his groin close to my face, and all I could think was how much more fun it would be if he was naked, too, and I could just suck his dick. I pushed up with my hips, and felt his body pressing back, holding me down. God, that felt good. I kept doing it. The guys all cheered. Some of them cheered. Some of them went totally quiet. I pushed up some more, no longer caring if I lost the match, I just wanted to rub myself on that hard thing between Danny's legs. I kept doing it, pushing up, rubbing myself on it. It was just like masturbating, only instead of using my hand, I was using Danny.

"Pin!" Coach Nielson shouted, slamming his hand down on the mat next to my head.

I stared at him. What?

Danny was already climbing off of me. What? How could it be over? I hadn't cum yet. It couldn't be over. Not yet. I stared at Coach Nielson in disbelief, but he was already moving on to the next match in another corner. I stared at Danny. "But, I wasn't done yet," I whispered. He nodded, sympathetic, but could only shrug. I'd have to get relief some other way.

Showering, after, with all those naked boys and their wonderful hard cocks only made it worse. I was so horny I could hardly think.


On the bus going home, I asked Mr Franz if it was okay for me to masturbate on the bus. "I need some relief," I told him. "Really bad.'

He agreed and had the boys on the back bench make space for me so everybody could watch. And he got some great use out of his rear-view mirror, too. The day started the way it had begun, with two boys on my right and two on my left, and me in the middle, naked, touching myself, and remembering all the wonderful things that had happened to me that day. I came before we even reached the first stop.

I got a nice round of applause when I finished. The Program is great for enhancing your popularity!

Chapter 5

At home, I told Mom all the things I'd done, and told her I wanted to learn to give blow jobs. She had me wait till Momma Anne got home, and we were all finished eating. Arranging ourselves on the couch the way we had the night before, with all our clothes off, I got in the middle of my two moms. Momma Anne was wearing a strap-on dildo. "I use this to fuck your mom sometimes," she told me, and Mom giggled.

With Mom kneeling right beside me to offer coaching, I remembered watching Chastity at lunch. I studied the dildo closely. It wasn't a real dick, unfortunately, but Mom said she had a plan for that that might work. She wouldn't tell me what it was. Momma Anne's dildo was equipped with a set of plastic balls, so I started off by licking them, the way I'd seen Chastity do. Mom told me, "That's good, but don't spend too long, or the guy might get frustrated. Better to start at the top, then work your way down to his balls later for a mid-blow-job surprise."

I giggled. Giving blow jobs was turning out to be as much fun as I imagined. Maybe more.

With Mom's encouragement, I licked my way up the shaft. It tasted funny, not like plastic at all. I wondered if Momma Anne remembered to wash it off the last time she used it on my mom. But I forgot about that when I got to the smooth, shiny head and Momma Anne moaned, "Now just open your mouth and let it go inside, Sweetie."

I did, and felt it fill up my mouth. I glanced at Mom to be sure I was doing it right. She nodded, grinning. "You're doing just fine, Daisy. Just fine."

Momma Anne started thrusting with her hips. She was gentle, but it surpised me and made me start to panic. "It's okay," Mom assured me. "A boy is going to want to do that. It feels good to him."

"He's going to want to fuck your mouth," Momma Anne explained.

Mom taught me how to slow the thrusts down by gentle pressure in the right spots. She showed me how to wrap my hand around the shaft to give the guy extra sensation like inside a pussy. And she showed me how to relax my throat and let it go all the way back without making me gag. That took a lot of practice, but she said it would be worth it.

"The only thing we're missing," Momma Anne said, "is I can't give you a mouthful of cum."

"To do that, you need a real guy," Mom said, and kissed me, right on the lips, as Momma Anne pulled the dildo away.

"You said you had a plan?" I asked, remembering.

She nodded. "I do, but I'm not ready to tell you yet. But I think you'll love it."


Continued in Wednesday