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"Beth Naked in School" is a continuation of the "Naked in School"
series that began with Karen Wagner's "Karen Naked in School."
You might want to start there. Then follow up with my first
contributions to the series, "Carl Naked in School," and "Carl
Naked in School - Beth's Story," before you start this tale. All
can be found in the ASSM archives.

Beth Naked in School 6/12 (f/m/g exhib shave oral) by Peregrinef

Tuesday Evening 

"I'm going over to Carl's for a little while," I announced
cheerily from the living room doorway. 

Daddy looked up from his newspaper and his eyebrows soared into
his hairline. "Like that?" 

I looked down at myself, and I do mean My Self, unadorned (but
for my usual little gold cross and chain) from head to toe. "Uh
huh!" 

"Have a nice time, dear," my mother responded with a smile,
looking up from her knitting. "Don't be late." 

"Nine o'clock, I promise," I assured her. 

Daddy was turning pink again. He was holding the newspaper in his
lap. "Naked, on the streets?" 

"It's part of the program, dear," my mother explained patiently.

Daddy frumped. "Oh, well. Is your homework done?" 

"Yes, daddy." 

"Uhm, well, uhm - be careful," he urged. 

"Yes, daddy," I agreed soothingly. 

"And don't be late!" he ordered, trying to be stern. 

"No, daddy. Nine o'clock." 

"Nine o'clock," he agreed. 

I turned to go, and hesitated with my hand on the knob, summoning
my courage. My heart racing, I opened the front door and stepped
out into the evening air, naked. 

It was a little cool, but not bad. My nipples stiffened at the
insolent touch of the breeze. Mr. Magruder was out across the
street and did a double take. 

"Hi, Mr. Magruder," I greeted him with a cheery wave. 

"Hi, Beth," he responded. "Part of The Program, huh?" 

"Yeah," I admitted as I reached the sidewalk. "See you later." 

"See you later." 

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked down the street. The sun
was low in the west, a big orange ball. A car went by and the
driver honked and waved, so I waved back. 

Oh, gosh I was naked! On the street! I couldn't believe I was
doing this, but I was. Even after two days naked in school, two
days of posing for the drawing class, an afternoon of posing for
the photography club, and a roll on the grass with the neighbor
kid and his friends, and even naked at the dinner table with mom
and daddy, this was - well, it was just Something Else Again! 

The sidewalk was cold and gritty under my bare feet, and I had to
be careful of pebbles and stuff. I suddenly realized my fists
were clenched and my arms stiff with tension and I had to force
myself to relax. 

I reached the corner, and turned toward Carl's house. More cars
went by and I managed to avoid cringing and ducking for cover. I
remembered how Carl had talked about how sensuous it was to be
naked outside, and understood better than ever now. It was so -
so - intimate to have the air touching me all over out there in
public! 

I was sensitive to that touch, and that seemed to heighten all my
other senses. The air smelled sweeter, the birds were louder, I
could hear the sounds of televisions on in some of the houses, a
radio playing, a kid practicing piano. The color of the sky was
more intense and I saw shadings there I had no words for. 

Everything was just - well, it was just MORE. 

My heart speeded up again as I went up the walk to Carl's door,
and I realized I should have called. What if he wasn't there, or
he was seeing someone else? 

I almost turned back, but then I scolded myself for lacking faith
in him, and rang the doorbell. I was surprised, and a little
relieved when Mrs. Walker answered the door in the nude. Carl's
family was continuing even after his time in The Program had
ended. 

"My, don't you look nice. Carl is upstairs," she explained as she
let me in. "I assume that's who you came to see." 

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Walker, thank you." 

"Why don't you go up. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you," she
assured me. 

"Can I watch this time?" Carl's sister asked eagerly. She was as
naked as her mother, and I swear her breasts had grown since the
last time I'd seen her nude only a few days ago. She was maturing
fast, physically, at least. 

"No, you may not, young lady," Mrs. Walker answered firmly. "You
leave them in peace. Have you finished your homework?" 

"No," Dee admitted sulkily, tramping up the stair ahead of me.
"Hey, dork, your cunt's here to see you," she announced as she
passed Carl's door. 

"Dee!" Mrs. Walker snapped from the bottom of the stairs. "That's
fifty cents, and an apology!" 

"I'll put money in the jar later. I'm sorry," the girl apologized
insincerely, her door slamming behind her. 

But I really didn't mind, I understood how she felt. Besides, the
exchange had reminded me of something I wanted to talk to Carl
about, too. "Hi, are you busy?" 

"Hey, hi," he greeted me. He was naked, too, and his cock rose to
greet me, and he got that look in his eyes that made me go all
warm and runny. I scolded myself for ever doubting him. "Just
doing some extra credit stuff for math is all. What brings you
over? You could have called." 

"Not for this I couldn't," I argued, plunking myself down in his
lap, careful to let his cock slip up between my thighs. After
tickling it's pink cap, teasing a quick gush of pre-cum out of
it, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him to me, loving the
feel of his skin against mine. 

"I guess not," he agreed after we'd kissed for a long time. He
cupped my naked tit and toyed with my nipple. "Should I close the
door?" 

"Mmmm, maybe," I agreed coyly. "I need your help on something." 

"What's that?" he asked as he eased me off his lap and went to
shut his door. 

I nibbled my lip. "Do you have scissors that are good for cutting
hair, and a razor?" 

"A razor? Sure, I used an electric one. And my mom cuts my hair,
you know that." 

"That will do fine," I assured him. 

"In the bathroom," he said, opening his door again and leading
the way. 

"We can do it in here," I said, closing the bathroom door behind
me as he got his razor and a pair of barber scissors out. 

"Do what?" 

Sometimes for a smart boy he can be kind of stupid. I sat down on
the toilet seat and spread my legs, combing my fingers through my
shy little bush of brown. "Didn't Mademoiselle Duclos say
something about how it's nicer for the boy if the girl has shaved
her - uhm - `chatte'?" 

Carl turned pink. "You mean...." 

"I thought about trying to do it myself," I explained demurely,
"but it's really hard to see, so I thought, maybe you'd like to
help me?" 

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. "Sure!" 

I leaned back against the toilet tank, and scooched my butt
forward so my pussy was beyond the toilet bowl, spreading my
legs. "If you move the wastebasket under me you can catch my
hairs in it," I suggested. 

There was kind of an awkward moment while he got the wastebasket
in place. 

"Careful not to cut me," I cautioned as he knelt between my
spread legs and moved in with the long, pointy pair of scissors.

"I will be," he assured me softly, his fingers toying with my
pussy. He gripped some of my hair, angled the scissors carefully,
and - snip - the first cut was made. 

Instead of letting the hairs drop, he carefully set them on the
edge of the bathtub. "I'm going to save those," he said, with a
bashful grin. 

"Can I have some for my scrapbook?" I asked, touched that he'd
thought of that. 

Snip. He added another clutch of hairs beside the first. "Sure.
Those are for you." 

I loved the feel as he slowly clipped my pussy hair as short as
he could, careful not to pinch me in the scissors, letting the
rest of the clippings drop into the wastebasket. 

It only took a few minutes for him to give me a real short cut
down there, since I didn't have very much to begin with. I
brushed myself with my fingers, feeling the bristles, and
giggled. "Now the razor," I said. 

"Now the razor," he agreed with a grin, and it buzzed to life. 

When he touched me with it the vibrations when through me like an
electric shock, I tell you! I'd sort of anticipated that, looked
forward to it, even, but when it came I almost squealed. He
started at the top, and the razor rasped as it chewed away at the
stubble, the vibrations drilling through me. 

He began at the top, but stopped short of the top of my slit and
went down the side. I spread my legs wide, and  he pushed my
labia over, first to one side, then the other so he could get
close to my thighs. He saved the center part and the little bit
just above my slit for last, teasing me on purpose, I think,
because he grinned up at me as he moved the razor downwards at
last at the very upper part of my slit - right toward where my
clit lurked so shyly. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhh," I moaned as the vibrations of the razor got
stronger. Then they faded as he carefully finished the lower part
of my labia. I felt cheated. He'd left a little patch of bristles
right above my cunny. 

But then he moved back up on me again, and this time lingered
right at the upper edge of my pussy, and I spread my legs wider
apart than ever as he worked the buzzing razor lower and lower. 

Until he was right over my clit, my labia vibrating like mad
against that nervy little button. 

Oh, wow! I tell you! It was like being plugged into the power
grid! I finally had to push the razor away so I could catch my
breath. 

"How's that?" he asked. 

"Do you have a hand mirror?" 

"Sure." He gave it to me and I held it so I could see better. 

I looked like a baby down there. My inner labia were sticking
out, obviously aroused. I petted myself, fascinated by the
smoothness of it. It was really sensitive! 

"How about some aftershave?" he asked, getting down a bottle of
lotion. 

I giggled. "Okay, sure!" 

He poured some in his hand and spread it between his palms, and
began to smear it on, the scent filling the little bathroom. 

"WOW! That stings!" I yelped. 

"Oh, sorry," he stopped, but I grabbed his hand. 

"NO, don't stop! Do it some more!" I liked it, but didn't have
the nerve to say that to him. I think he could tell anyway. 

"Uh - okay," he agreed. 

I hissed as he rubbed more of the astringent lotion onto my
sensitive pussy, making my crotch burn. Daringly, I reached down
and spread my labia so some got on my clit, and I thought I'd
caught fire down there. 

"Wow! That burns! Wash it off!" I pleaded desperately. 

And my sweetie did just that, in the best way possible! Instead
of going for a washrag, he just, well, leaned into the job in the
most personal fashion. I thought the after shave stuff must taste
pretty awful, but he didn't seem to mind. The touch of his warm
tongue bathing my clit was all it took to put out one fire and
start another. I threw my legs wide and grabbed his ears and
tried to stuff his head right inside me! 

It didn't take him long before he got an even better idea and
decided to hose me down instead. He pulled away, got to his knees
and came toward me with his cock, sinking that deep into my more
than ready cunny. Oh wow! I mean, like he just filled me up with
that lovely hardon of his. 

The only trouble was, the toilet wasn't exactly the most
comfortable connubial bed, if you know what I mean, not that I
didn't want to get fully plundered. So I wrapped my arms around
his neck, and my legs around his waist. "How about we finish this
in your room," I suggested. 

He straightened up, and I went with him, hanging on him, keeping
his cock in me. 

"You could get off, you know," he suggested, grunting. 

I giggled. "No! Giddyup!" I dug my heels into his back. 

"But what about Dee?" he asked, struggling to his feet. 

"She's in her room," I answered, steadying us with a hand on the
wall while he got his balance and opened the bathroom door. 

"Uhmph!" he grunted. 

Don't let anyone tell you swimmers aren't strong! He'd told me
about the weight training the coach had him do, and it paid off
right then. He got to his feet and turned toward the door,
banging it open and lurching down the hall with me hanging on him
like a monkey on a tree, his dick still socketed in me. 

"Mom! They're doing it in the hallway now!" his sister Dee
protested, popping out of her room to see what the commotion was.


"Just leave them alone, dear," his mother called from downstairs.
"Carl, please do it in your bedroom, not in the hallway." 

I buried my mouth in Carl's shoulder to stifle my giggles at the
way Dee was looking at us. By wiggling my eyebrows and rolling my
eyes I tried to tell her to follow us. Bright as a button, she
caught on and trailed us into Carl's room, softly closing the
door behind herself. 

Not knowing Dee was there, Carl didn't mess around, he basically
fell onto the bed with me underneath him, the springs protesting
mightily. 

I let out a whoop that was probably heard in Toledo! For a second
I thought he was going to run me through! Then he began to pump
me and I spread myself wide, humping my hips up, aided by the
recoil of the bed springs while he went at me like a pile driver,
our bodies clapping carnal applause. 

I looked over at Dee, who was standing back by the door, eyes as
big as saucers, watching her brother's cock piston in and out of
me. She had one hand jammed into her crotch, and was pinching her
little tittie with the other - did I mention she was naked, too?
I guess I did. Anyway, her little titties were stiff as pencil
erasers, and her fingers were real busy in her hairless little
quim. 

Okay, I admit it, it gave me a real kick to know we were being
watched by his barely pubescent sister! I mean, she was seeing
the Whole Thing, up close and very personally. I kissed Carl and
he kissed me, and kept right on humping until I started to cum
like gangbusters. 

Then Carl dug in and shoved deep and I felt him cumming in me and
I clutched his clenching butt cheeks as he unloaded his cream
into my spasming cunt as I answered his cumming with one of my
own. 

Finally he ran down, and I ran down and we sort of went all limp.
Dee let out a moan and slid down to sit on the floor with a
thump, her legs spraddled wide, catching Carl's attention as she
did. 

"Dee!" he hissed, "what're you doing in here?" 

I giggled, soothing Carl with a touch. "It's all right. I sort of
invited her," I admitted. 

"You did?!" 

"Uh, yeah." I suddenly was afraid I'd really upset him. "I just
thought - well, I'm not sure what I thought. It seemed like a
good idea at the time." 

"Oh, God," he moaned, rolling off me, his dick slurping out of my
naked pussy as he sprawled on his back, putting his arm across
his eyes. "My own sister!" 

I sort of waved Dee out of the room and she gathered herself up
and slipped out quietly. "She's gone," I assured him. "I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to upset you." 

"My own sister!" he protested again. 

"Would it have been better if it had been a stranger?" I teased,
rolling toward him to snuggle him, sliding my hand down to cup
his sticky dick. 

"Anyone but my sister!" he complained. "Except maybe my mom," he
added. 

I wrestled with my reservations, but decided this was as good a
time as any to broach the idea I'd had. "Speaking of strangers,
you know that community service project we're supposed to do this
year?" I asked. 

He frowned at me. "What's that got to do with anything?" 

I toyed with his sticky dick. "Have you found one yet?" 

"No," he admitted. "Have you?" 

"No, but I have an idea of something we could do together," I
answered. 

"What's that?" he asked. 

"Well, you know they're extending The Program into Middle School
next year?" 

"Uh huh," he agreed warily. 

"And you know how eager your sister was to - uh - watch us - uh -
do It?" 

"Uh huh," he agreed even more warily. "You're not suggesting what
I think you're suggesting, are you?" 

Well, he is a high honors student, after all, like I told you. I
knew he'd catch on without me having to spell it out for him. "Uh
huh," I answered. "We could help out with their sex ed classes as
part of a preparatory program for them." 

He said, "Oh God!" and closed his eyes. 

His cock said "Oh God" too. 

Well, not in so many words, but the idea sure did appeal to his
libido, judging by the way his dick's tumescent reaction. I had
to admit, my own pussy was steaming at the thought. When it comes
to sex, well, I don't know about adults, not being one yet, but
teenage glands do not react rationally, they really don't! 

I sort of slid over him, my head on his chest, looking down at
his hardon, still sticky with my juices and his cum as I milked
it slowly. 

"We could serve as models for the anatomy lessons," I explained.

"And?" he asked. 

I moved my head down to his nice, flat tummy, closer to his dick.
"And, well, maybe show them out to masturbate." I pumped my hand
on his cock like I was demonstrating, and it responded nicely. 

"And?" 

I slipped my head lower, my mouth watering at the thought of what
I was about to do. He'd eaten me out, more than once, but never
once had he asked me to suck his cock. "And, well...." 

And I did it, I kissed his cock, just the tip at first, my tongue
teasing it, tasting his seepings and my juices. "And maybe show
them some foreplay." I let my mouth slide down farther on his hot
hardon. 

"And?" He was sounding kind of choked now. 

I slid his cock out of my mouth. "And other stuff," I answered,
before sliding my mouth around his cock and farther down on it,
until it rubbed against the back of my tongue. 

"Oh God," he moaned, his hands stroking my hair. 

"Mmmmmm," I purred, making love to his cock with my mouth. 

"You're crazy," he sighed as I sucked his cock, sliding my head
up and down, up and down on his flat stomach, sliding his cock
farther to the back of my mouth with every stroke. I got up on my
knees so I could do it better, crouching over him like a
predator. I moved to straddle his legs, and eased my pussy down
toward his feet, hoping I could get his toes into it. 

He held my head, and his hips began to hump, and I DID manage to
get his toes in my crotch and began rubbing my pussy against
them. I was drooling wave after wave of spit down his dick and I
tried to swallow his cock head, fighting my gag reflex until I
finally got past it, risking needing to be Heimliched, except
extraction was easy since his dick was still attached, of course,
so that wasn't really a worry now, was it? 

And Carl is so sweet! Oh, not that way! I mean, he actually
warned me that he was about to cum! Not that I was about to miss
the chance to taste his cum, you understand, but he gave me the
chance! 

I clamped down on him like a sucker fish or something instead,
fucking myself on his toes as I did. I felt his cock pulsate,
even felt the first spurt shoot along it and into my mouth, and
he flooded me with this thick, gooey stuff that tasted a little
salty was all, and I swallowed it down until he was all done and
I was sucking on a shrinking dick and my own cumming was fading
away to aftershocks. 

"Mmmmmmm," I purred, spitting him out, sliding up along him to
lie on top of him. I kissed him with my cummy lips, and he tasted
himself out of my mouth. 

"So," I said at last. "What do you think?" 

"About what?" he asked dopily. 

I really think someone had it right when they said God gave man a
brain and a dick but not enough blood to run them both at the
same time! 

"About my community service project idea," I said. 

"I think The Program has made you crazy," he answered, stroking
my naked back. 

"Crazy in love with you," I countered. "That's a good thing." 

"Mmmmmm," he agreed. 

I nibbled at his lips. "But will you do it?" 

He thought a minute, and I knew what he was thinking, and maybe I
was thinking the same thing, because the idea did scare me a
little bit. Well, more than a little bit. If the idea hadn't come
out of my own mouth, and if I hadn't been snuggled on top of my
sweetie, I would have freaked out completely. I mean, I'm a girl
who never auditioned for a school play because of my stage
fright, and here I was thinking of putting on a sex show for a
bunch of middle schoolers! 

I can only say that my Evil Twin must have taken over my body.
Now that I'd come out with the idea I could see just how crazy it
was anyway. Crazy enough that I probably didn't need to worry
about it ever happening, in fact. Who in their right mind would
let a couple of horny high school juniors do a show-and-tell for
middle schoolers about sex?!?! 

Nobody, right? 

Right? 

Right??? 

"Why don't you ask The Powers That Be," he suggested. "If you can
get them to go along with this crazy idea - well, I guess maybe I
might." 

"Okay, I will," I agreed, praying the idea would never get past
first base, wondering who I'd have to ask. I'd have to start with
my adviser, I thought, who happened to be Mademoiselle Duclos,
and right then I suddenly realized I might just be in deep
doo-doo, because, as we all know, she is an enthusiastic
supporter of The Program, as you might have gathered already. 

And then, of course, I'd have to ask the coordinator of The
Program, and that was none other than the biology teacher who, in
front of Karen's whole class, no less, had stripped and taken a
butt plug up the rear during her little sex ed session! 

The doo-doo was getting deeper by the minute, so I decided to
stop thinking about it and dragged Carl off to the shower so we
could clean up, and then he walked me home - and both of us were
naked! 


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