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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 8/12 (f/m f/f f/m/f exhib voy spank) by
Peregrinef

Wednesday After School, Thursday.  

Stephanie let us into the house and our book bags wound up on the
floor in the hallway. It was a big house, though I knew she was
an only child. I guess her parents are pretty well off, not that
it matters. She's just a regular kid. 

We all sort of stood there, fidgeting, nervous. 

"Would you like a snack? Something to eat?" Steph asked. 

My Evil Twin took over, of course, wouldn't you know it. "I'd
like something to eat all right, and she's standing right in
front of me," I said, taking her hand. 

Stephanie suddenly looked as scared as I felt. "Are you sure?" 

I shivered, but didn't let go. "Of course not, but how else are
we going to find out?" I asked. "Now, where's your bedroom?" 

"Upstairs," she said softly, not moving. 

"Show us," I insisted, tugging at her hand. 

With Carl trailing along, Stephanie lead us up the stairs, down
the hall and into a light, airy bedroom that was all ruffles and
frills, just what I'd expected of her. The only thing that was
the slightest out of place was a big poster of James Galway
playing his golden flute - and actually, knowing Stephanie that,
of course, was anything but out of place. 

"Now," I said, kicking off my loafers, the only thing I was
wearing, "either you are over-dressed, or I am under-dressed, and
I think it is you." I looked to Carl. "You sit down over there,"
I directed. 

"Yes, ma'am!" he responded, giving my bossiness a sarcastic
salute. "Can I get undressed?" He was grinning and, judging by
the lump in his jeans he could not have been very comfortable. 

I giggled as I unbuttoned Stephanie's blouse. "Of course. But
until Stephanie and I are done you can look but not touch." 

Carl began to shed his clothes. "Okay!" 

Stephanie looked like she was going to burst into tears as I
spread her blouse open to reveal an amply filled bra, so I
touched her cheek with my fingertips, and stood on my toes so I
could kiss her on the lips. I drew her close, and the feel of her
warm, soft, lace covered boobs felt strange and wonderful against
me. She tasted sweet and exciting, too. 

"You're beautiful," I told her, and she was! She was soft and
rounded, and I wanted to just snuggle her against me like she was
a big teddy bear. 

Then I went back to undressing her, pushing her blouse back and
off, and unhooking and unzipping her skirt. It only took a little
push over her lush hips to send it puddling around her feet,
leaving her in bra and panties. 

Unable to resist, I had to test her breasts through the bra, my
hands small and dainty against their bulk - cantaloupe melon
size. The were warm, and soft, and heavy, and the lace over her
skin felt marvelous. 

"You can touch me, you know," I suggested softly as I fondled her
big boobs. 

She touched my little breast softly, shyly, and a tingle ran
through me. 

"It's soft," she said in a whisper. "And warm." 

Her fingers toyed with my nipple, and the little nubbin stiffened
eagerly, while my pussy gushed. I saw Carl, naked now, his hardon
a pole in his lap, his hand curled around it as he watched us.
Leaning forward, I reached around Stephanie and unhooked her bra,
dragging it off her, exposing those glorious mounds of flesh,
glad they had a bit of sag to them, but not too much. 

Maybe I was a little jealous. My two tits together wouldn't have
made up one of hers. I cupped both of hers, lifting their
heaviness, my thumbs playing over her nipples, making them
stiffen. She had large areolas, too. My titties were, well, sort
of like candy kisses, while hers were - well, Oreo sized, I
guess, with nipples that stuck out as I toyed with them. 

When I knelt and drew her panties down, she reflexively cupped
her hands over her pussy. "I'm not shaved, like you," she
whimpered. 

Gently I drew her hands away to reveal of lovely, soft, black
bush. Leaning forward, I sniffed, tantalized by her musky scent.
"I don't mind," I assured her, standing, sliding my hands up her
soft body. 

Stephanie was a big girl, with a big frame, generous hips and big
bust. The elastic of her panties had left an imprint on her tummy
that I traced with my fingers, making her shiver, goose bumps
roughening her skin. With my arm around her, I drew her toward
the big bed with its ruffled skirt. There was a moment of
awkwardness as we lay down together atop the flowered satin
spread. 

Then it was the most natural thing in the world to snuggle
together, and kiss, our breasts nuzzling each other. This time
she responded to my tongue by sneaking hers into my mouth as I
withdrew mine in invitation, and we tasted each other while our
hands roamed over each other's body. 

"Well, what do you think?" I asked when we came up for air. 

"It's - nice," she admitted. "Isn't it?" 

I agreed, fondling her hefty breast again, pressed against her
from ankle to shoulder. "Want more?" I asked. 

"Uh huh," she agreed eagerly, responding by kneading my breast as
our legs tangled. 

And I loved her! It was really that simple, I just loved her,
physically. We snuggled and stroked, and kissed, my legs and hers
tangling, my pussy pressing against her soft thigh, her bush
scratchy against mine. Our hands explored, and I found her pussy,
hot, and humid, and moist, and her finger eased into my slit. 

"I want to kiss you," I said. 

"You have...." 

"Down there," I said. 

"Oh!" She shivered. "Should I kiss you, too?" 

"Not yet," I said. "Let me try first." I'd tasted my own juices,
from my own fingers, on Carl's face, and I wondered if she would
taste different. 

"All right," she agreed, letting me go so I could slide down
along her, kissing my way, pausing to suckle on each of her
breasts, leaving her nipples stiffly aroused and moist with my
saliva. I licked my way down to her navel, and her fingers
tangled in my hair as I probed that hollow in her soft tummy. 

Then I ventured lower, and I remembered how Carl had teased me
that night, after the homecoming dance. I kissed her just above
her bush, her tummy rippling in reaction, and then slid lower,
spreading her thighs, moving between them, kissing the insides of
them, licking and nipping her satiny skin. I kissed my way around
her bushy crotch, closer and closer, until the hairs were
brushing my cheek, my lips. 

Then, combing her bush open with my fingers, I teased my tongue
into her slit. 

Stephanie gasped, her fingers again knotting in my hair as I
probed her humid nook, tasting her tangy juices. She was warm,
and slick, and aroused, and I took a long, long time just
exploring the terrain before backing off to study it. 

It was beautiful, a blushing pink, with ruffles, and I remembered
the sketches the girl had done of mine in art class, and
understood the beauty she saw there, so I happily dove back in,
savoring Steph's tanginess, much like mine, but with a different
scent. 

When my tongue flicked over the nubbin of Stephanie's clit her
hips surged and she gasped again. I liked that, so I did it some
more, and she moaned and writhed, spreading her thighs far, far
apart. 

"I want you!" she gasped. "Please, let me try it, too!" 

Without a word, and without abandoning my own feast, I squirmed
around so we were going into a sixty nine, as they say. I wound
up kneeling over her head, and let her draw my pussy down to her
lips, her hands cupping my ass. 

And then, for the longest time we just devoured each other. I'd
suckle on her clitty and she'd suckle on mine. I'd probed as deep
as I could into her cunt, slurping out her juices and she'd do
the same to me, until, finally, we were both cumming, practically
drowning in each other until we couldn't cum any more and tumbled
apart, panting. 

"Wow!" I gasped, feeling her juices drying on my face. 

"Wow," she agreed. "Is it always that good? With a boy, I mean?"

I rolled my head from side to side in a negative. "It's just as
good, maybe better, but - different," I explained. "You'll see."

"Is there room for one more here?" Carl asked, his hardon
drooling as he stood by the bed. 

"Just a minute." Grunting with the effort, I squirmed around so I
had my head at the same end as Stephanie did, and made room
between us girls for him. "Here." 

He climbed over me and settled between us, and I snuggled him. 

"Uh, may I?" Stephanie asked hesitantly from the other side. 

"Sure!" Carl and I said simultaneously, making us all giggle and
I kissed him. 

So Steph snuggled him from one side, and I from the other, and
Carl was sort of smothered in our flesh. I kissed him, and he
kissed me, tasting Stephanie's juices on my lips. 

"Now her," I urged him softly, at the same time guiding
Stephanie's hand to my sweetie's rigid cock and curling her
fingers around it. 

So, he turned to her, and kissed her, rolling toward her, and
just like I knew he would, he began to make love to her in the
tenderest way. I snuggled his back as he toyed with and tasted
her lush breasts, and fondled her already sopping pussy. And when
he slid over her, and she opened her thighs for him, I helped
settle him in the plushy cradle she made for him. His hips thrust
as I guided his cock to her cunny. 

"Oh!" she gasped, squirming a little. "Oh my!" 

He kissed her, and humped, and I drew my hand out as he bored
deeper ever so gently. Impatient, and well warmed up, Stephanie
grabbed his ass and pulled and her hips heaved up, and she let
out a little squeak and froze a second. So I snuggled both of
them, kissing Stephanie until she'd gotten comfortable with the
sudden loss of her virginity before Carl eased his cock more
deeply into her. 

As he pumped slowly and deeply in her, squirming on her lush
nakedness I stroked his ass, and felt how his muscles worked as
he drove into her. He began moving faster and faster, and she was
lifting to meet every thrust when I tickled his balls and felt
him go off in her, and she responded by wrapping herself around
him as tightly as she could while her own body convulsed for the
longest time. 

Well, if I hadn't just cum, I would have been jealous, I admit.
As it was I was more than a little horny from sharing their
conjugal dance, so I fingered myself and squirmed against the two
of them until I brought myself to another orgasm, hugging them as
hard as I could as those delicious waves swept through me. 

After we'd lain there in a big, soggy heap for a long time I
finally had to admit that I was starving to death. They all
agreed, and Carl separated himself from her. Grabbing him, I
tumbled us over together in a tangle of naked flesh, kissing him
and giggling as we played with each other for a few moments, and
then the two of us fell off the bed together with a thud that
shook the whole house, Stephanie looking down on us from the bed
laughing. 

After untangling ourselves we made our way down to the kitchen
and Steph served us with milk and brownies and we sat around the
kitchen table, all naked and juicy. 

"Well, what do you think?" I asked Stephanie. 

"Wow! I mean WOW!" She looked at both of us. "Wow!" 

"But which was better?" I asked. 

She shook her head. "It isn't like that," she said softly,
looking thoughtful, and a little blue. 

I thought about it myself and agreed. "No, it isn't, is it? It's
like comparing apples and oranges." 

"And it depends on whether you have a yen for apples or oranges,"
Stephanie observed. 

"Yeah." I reached for Carl's hand and gave it a squeeze. "I
prefer apples." 

Stephanie looked thoughtful, took my hand, giving it a squeeze.
"And I prefer oranges," she admitted. "No offense, Carl." 

He looked puzzled a moment, and then understood. "None taken," he
assured her. 

Stephanie looked at me. "And you're sure you - prefer apples?" 

I nodded, feeling her pain. "Yeah. I mean, well, I do love you
Stephanie, but, well, it's Carl I lust after." 

"The eternal triangle," Carl observed. "Only, well, I love Beth.
Not that I don't love you, Stephanie." 

"Everybody loves good old Stephanie," she observed wryly. "Only
just not THAT way!" 

I gave her hand a squeeze. "Well, we'll just have to find the
right girl for you!" 

Carl looked thoughtful. "It might be a boy. I'm not sure it's as
simple as apples and oranges," he mused. "I mean, well, I love
Beth, and I love you, Stephanie, but it's a different kind of
love. And having sex with you was good, Stephanie, but it's
better with Beth, for me, anyway." 

"Oh." Beth mulled this over. "I loved the sex with you," she
observed, giving Carl's hand a squeeze again. "But I loved it
with Beth, too, and - I'd rather do it again with her - I mean,
I'm more physically attracted to her than I am to you - not that
I'm NOT attracted to you, Carl." 

"You're confused," I suggested. 

She nodded unhappily. 

"Well, I don't see any reason you have to make up your mind right
now," I argued. "You've got a whole lifetime ahead of you, after
all." 

She brightened. "That's true!" 

"So many women, and men, and so little time," Carl joked, smiling
at her. "Who knows, you may change your mind several times." 

She looked at him shyly. "Have you ever wanted a boy?" she asked.
"No, you don't have to answer that." 

Carl looked thoughtful. "There was a kid, Jason Felder, remember
him?" 

"In seventh grade," I remembered. "Kind of a slender, blond boy.
I remember he used to get teased something awful, because he was
kind of effeminate. They called him `Fairy Felder.'" 

Carl nodded. "Some of the kids were really cruel. I think that's
why he changed schools. He and I used to pal around a little, and
we wrestled together sometimes. One time we were in the showers
and wrestled for the soap, and - and we both got hardons." 

"Oh!" This was something I'd never thought about with Carl, or
with any boy, come to think of it. 

"But that's all that happened," Carl assured me. 

I gave his hand a squeeze. "After what Steph and I just did, what
difference does it make?" 

"I think we both thought of - doing something," Carl admitted.
"Only we didn't know what, and we were both embarrassed. I know
some guys jerked off together, but I never did." 

"Uh - can we go back upstairs?" Stephanie asked after a few
moments of silence. 

"I've got to call my Mom first," I answered. "How long can we
stay?" 

"My parents won't be back until tomorrow," Stephanie admitted.
"You could even sleep-over if you'd like." She looked at both of
us hopefully. 

So I called my mom and got permission, and Carl called his, and
then the three of us headed for the shower. Stephanie assured us
it was big enough for all three of us, and she was right! And,
since I was itchy down there, I let Stephanie lather me up and
remove the stubble with a disposable razor while Carl looked on.
And Stephanie took advantage of that opportunity to study my
plumbing, in depth, you might say. And, while she was on her
knees and busy with my crotch, well, Carl probed her frombehind!

So then we had to take another shower! 

Of course we didn't get dressed again after that. Why bother? We
ordered in pizza, and gave the delivery boy such a show he forgot
to ask for his tip - he wasn't from our school, though he'd heard
of The Program and told us he hoped it came to his soon. As part
of her continuing education in things erotic, we had Stephanie
send him off with a smile on his face and his cum on her face. 

We spent the night - well, I won't bore you with details. Let's
just say we explored all the possible permutations and
combinations that two girls and a boy can get into with each
other. 

The next morning, after we'd showered together again and while
Stephanie and Carl dressed, I pulled my blouse and skirt out of
my book bag and looked at them unhappily. They were, of course, a
wrinkled mess, so I just stuffed them back in the bag and said
the heck with it. 

So, we arrived at school the same way we'd left it,
arm-in-arm-in-arm, Steph and Carl dressed, flanking me, all
blushing pink from head to toe! 

There was the usual crowd of boys awaiting my arrival, of course,
and some whistles and cat-calls when they saw us, drawing the
obvious inference from our cozy state. And with the ice broken on
the touching issue, the boys lined up to get a feel and, well,
there were so many of them, and they looked so eager. 

No, they looked HUNGRY. 

And wouldn't you know it, at that moment my Evil Twin decided to
go AWOL. 

I was terrified! I knew I couldn't do it without help. Which, I
knew, was a Program Violation, since everything I did I was
required to do voluntarily, without assistance. 

"Hold me," I begged Carl and Stephanie. 

"What?" Carl was surprised, Stephanie, well, I think she
understood, since she looked almost as scared as I felt. 

"They're going to want to touch me. Please, hold me! Otherwise, I
don't think I can do this!" 

"You don't have to!" Carl argued.

"Yes, I do! I DO! So please, just hold my arms, please." I was
afraid I was going to cry. 

Stephanie did understand, I could see the sympathy in her eyes.
"Hold her." 

"Tight," I begged. I shivered as Carl took my other arm and,
together with Steph, held me helpless. 

I writhed and squirmed as the boys felt my breasts and butt and
my pussy. It was a whole new sensation, being helpless, totally
at the mercy of others. I guess all my life I'd been a bit of a
control freak, and there, in front of the school, naked, I
surrendered control of my own body to all those boys! 

More than one boy shoved his finger up my cunt. Others poked a
finger up my ass. They squeezed my boobs, pinched my nipples and
fanny. It was incredibly humiliating, and I was unbelievably
turned on. By the time the bell rang I was nearly at my wits end,
having been probed and pinched and stroked and penetrated. I
wrapped myself around Carl just to get my breath back, while
Stephanie snuggled against me as well and I felt safe and
protected again. 

"I'm sorry," Carl apologized as the three of us made our way into
the school, but I shook my head. 

"No, it's all right," I assured him. "It had to be done." 

"I don't know." He was dubious. 

"Trust me, it did." I was unhappy, but not because of what had
been done to me. I was upset that I'd had to ask Carl and
Stephanie to hold me so I didn't run away. 

Thursday turned out to be one of the worst days of my week in The
Program. Well, maybe "worst" isn't exactly the word I want. Maybe
"most challenging" is more accurate. 

First of all, I couldn't ignore that every boy in school was
looking at my naked breasts, my shaved pussy. All the girls
watched me, too, and they whispered to each other. I tried to
tell myself I was being paranoid, but I couldn't escape the
thought that they were talking about me, about what had happened
outside the school that morning, how my friends had had to hold
me to keep me from running away while the boys groped me. 

Then in math class Freschetti asked for relief again, and asked
me to give it. He didn't try to dominate me the way he had that
first time, at least, but he was still hairy and intimidating,
though his pecker responded a bit better. 

Then there were the boys who stopped me in the halls wanting a
feel. When they did I cooperated, of course, putting my hands
behind my head, spreading my legs. But I died a little inside
every time. 

What made it worse, as other students passed they watched as I
was felt up, watched as my breasts were squeezed, my nipples
pinched. Watched as fingers went up my cunt and ass. I blushed,
and squirmed, and gasped. A couple of girls even stroked my
shaved pussy, asking me what it felt like, if I liked it, if Carl
liked it. 

I kept trying to tell myself I had nothing to be ashamed of, but
I kept wanting to hide my shaved pussy, my shy breasts, and here
it was, the fourth day that I'd been naked in school! 

I kept thinking, too, that there were whispers about Stephanie
and me, and about what we had done after going off together with
Carl the day before. 

If they only knew! 

Then, at lunchtime, I got called to the principal's office. He
was behind his desk when I went in, frowning. I'd never been
called there before, so I was quaking in my non-existent boots. 

He drummed his fingers on his blotter as he looked me up and
down, raising a blush as I stood there, shifting nervously from
one foot to the other. 

"I understand you asked your friends to hold you outside school
this morning, while the boys touched you," he observed. 

I nodded. "Yessir," I admitted. 

"Why was that?" 

"I was scared, sir," I admitted. 

"You realize taking assistance like that is contrary to the goals
of the program? You either do something like that willingly, or
not at all?" 

I nodded miserably. 

"I could order you to remain naked for another week for that
violation," he pointed out. 

All I could do was nod, remembering the penalty clauses in the
brochure. Another week naked in school? I think the humiliation
of having failed the program bothered me even more than another
week of total exposure. 

"I'd rather not do that. We have the students picked for next
week, and if we don't remain on schedule some of those who have
volunteered to take part in The Program will be deprived of the
opportunity," he pointed out. 

"Yessir," I agreed. 

"So, I am going to offer you an alternative," he went on. 

"Yessir?" 

"A spanking. A public spanking. Ten strokes with a ruler on your
bare buttocks." 

Oh God! "Yessir." 

"Do you agree?" he asked. 

I thought about it, and cringed. I'd never been spanked in my
life! But, if I didn't accept it I'd be letting down The Program.
I managed to nod tensely. When he raised an eyebrow, I agreed
aloud. "Yessir, I agree to a public spanking. When do you wish to
deliver it, sir?" 

He picked up the ruler on his desk. "Right now, of course." 

Oh dear. I'd wanted time to brace myself for it! "Yessir." I hung
my head. 

"Come with me," he ordered, leading the way out of his office,
past his secretary and into the crowded hallway. There was a
bench there, waiting for me! 

"Do you need someone to hold you?" he asked. 

"Will that count against me?" I asked fearfully, already
imagining what the pain was going to be like. 

"Five extra strokes," he explained. "But, if you try to resist,
even involuntarily, it will double your punishment." 

"Oh!" I thought this over. "I'm not very brave, sir. You'd better
have someone hold me." 

I mean, I wanted to DIE! I was totally humiliated! 

"Very well. Stretch out on the bench, face down." He gestured to
two boys to come and grab me. 

The wood was cold against my breasts and tummy as I obeyed. The
boys stepped forward, one taking my arms and stretching them
above my head, the other grabbing my feet and holding my legs
tight, spreading them slightly. 

"Fifteen strokes," the principal announced. "Ten for a Program
violation, five for needing to be held to accept the punishment.
Please count each stroke aloud, Miss Finch." 

"Yessir," I agreed. 

WHACK! My left ass cheek burst into flame. 

"One," I counted. 

"Louder!" WHACK!

"Two," I yelped louder, my right ass cheek flaring up. 

WHACK! The left one again. 

"Three!" I fought back tears. 

WHACK!

"Four." The right one. Everyone was watching me get punished. 

WHACK! 

"Five." I felt a new stirring in my gut and whimpered as my ass
burned. 

WHACK!

"Six." I pressed my pussy against the hard bench, trying to
scratch a treasonous itch that was building in my cunny. 

WHACK!

"Seven," I gasped, humping against the bench. Almost half done
with the spanking, but my arousal was just beginning! 

WHACK! 

"Eight." This one came out a squeak. I could see them, feasting
on my humiliation, the boys licking their lips, the girls wincing
in sympathy with every stroke. 

WHACK!

"Nine." Tears trickled down my cheeks. I squirmed my cunt against
the bench, the itch building. 

WHACK! 

"Ten." I knew my butt was flexing as I tried to grind my clit
against the bench, and that everyone could see it. 

The last five strokes left me weeping and gasping, and hornier
than I think I had ever been in my life. I groaned as they
released me and I struggled to get up. 

"Thank you, sir," I said to the principal, fighting the urge to
rub my burning butt, and my drooling pussy. "May I be excused now
sir?" 

He smiled at me kindly. "You may go, Miss Finch." 

Crying, I bulled my way through the crowd and sought refuge in
the girl's room, locking myself in a stall where I rubbed and
rubbed - not my ass, but my pussy until I came like gangbuster! I
heard some girls bang into the room as I moaned. 

"Having a good time in there, Finchy?" one of them asked snidely.
"How's your ass? Though, by the sounds you're making, that's not
what's bothering you, is it?" And they all laughed. 

I stayed in the stall until they had left, then swabbed my cunt
with a cold, wet paper towel, and washed the tears off my face,
too. I studied the reflection of my butt in the mirror, and it
was like you could see where each stroke hand landed. A damp
paper towel helped ease the sting a little before I hurried off,
late for the first time ever to my art class. 

There, at least, I didn't have to sit down. I don't think my butt
could have taken that. Instead I resumed my pose, though I was
terribly conscious of my bright red tail, and the whispers that
ran through the room as the ones who had seen my punishment clued
in the ones who had missed it. 

Then, too, Henry was getting down to the finer points of his
sculpting, which involved a lot more intimate touching as he
studied my nude body with his sensitive fingers, tracing the
curves of my ass, for one thing. 

Still, he was so sweet and apologetic as he touched me I had to
keep reassuring him that it was all right. It actually made it
worse, reminding me of the liberties I was letting people take
with my body!

"Sorry," he said, as he felt my breasts. 

"It's okay," I answered, blushing. I guess to read Braille he
kept his fingers really soft and sensitive. He brushed my nipples
as gently as a butterfly's kiss, and they responded with an eager
puckering of their own, of course. 

"Uh, you'd better do it again, touch my titties, because they
change in reaction to your touch," I admitted. 

So he did, and it was almost like when Carl licked them he was so
gentle. 

"Wow," he breathed, "they do change, don't they! Should sculpt
them this way?" 

"I - you're the artist," I temporized, remembering how the
photography club had wanted my titties erect for their cheesecake
shots. 

So he worked on my chest, down to my hips, exploring my navel, my
ribs with his touch, until I was quivering again, even though I'd
just made myself cum. I found myself wishing Carl were there, so
he and I could have done it right there, for the whole class to
watch, and sketch. 

Which, of course, made me think of that crazy community service
project idea I'd come up with, to demonstrate sex to the middle
schoolers with Carl, which made me shiver. 

"Are you cold?" Henry asked, having been counting my ribs or
something at that moment. 

"No," I assured him. "I just thought of something." 

Everything continued pretty smoothly until my second break. I was
studying Henry's sculpting, marveling at how deftly his hands
shaped the clay, when his guide dog, Dity, goosed me from behind
with her cold, wet nose! I let out a whoop that rattled the
windows, and probably resulted in more than one stray scrawl on
their tablets by the kids working on their drawings. 

I turned and glared at Dity, sitting there, grinning at me, her
long pink tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth. I shook my
finger at her as everyone else laughed. Well, what else could I
do but laugh along with them, while I was dying inside? 

Then it was back to posing, but I had a hard time getting that
startling touch of Dity's cold nose out of my mind. It did funny
things to my innards. I'd had my legs a little bit apart and
she'd gotten me - well, right between my openings, you might say.
I kept thinking of Dity's long, pink tongue, too, remembering how
Carl's and Stephanie's tongues had explored my cunt, thinking how
deep Dity's doggy tongue would probe me compared to theirs. 

For a moment it felt like I was going to wet my non-existent
pants. 

Resolutely, I turned my thoughts away from that to the fact that
I still had to talk to Mademoiselle Duclos about my community
service project. Since I had a French club meeting that afternoon
it would be the perfect time to broach the topic with her, of
course, so I did, after a relatively uneventful free period and
history class. 

She said she'd have to think about it, but that it sounded like a
good idea. 

Heaving a sigh of relief after French club, I hurried out and got
dressed, and never mind how wrinkled my clothes were! Then Carl
walked me home, right to my door. Since I hadn't been home since
the day before, I really needed to get caught up with some things
at home, and so did he, much as we wanted to be together. 

"Well, here she is," mom greeted me as she tidied up the kitchen.
"How was your sleepover?" 

"Oh, fine," I managed to answer casually. "Anything exciting
happen around here?" 

Mom dimpled slightly. "Let's just say that your father and I
enjoyed your absence immensely." 

"Oh!" I was still having trouble getting into the idea that my
parents had a sex life, though how else could I have gotten here?


"You're kind of wrinkled. It'll probably feel good to get out of
those clothes," Mom commented. 

"Oh!" I looked down at myself, realizing what a mess I was. "I
guess I will. Is daddy getting more used to me being in the
program?" 

Mom cocked her head. "Oh, he grumbles and mumbles. He'll always
worry about `his little girl' you know, but I think he's getting
a little more comfortable with it." 

I suddenly realized why I was feeling so guilty and
uncomfortable. I felt like I'd been fighting the program all day,
and here I was still fighting it. I wanted to tear my clothes off
I was so mad at myself. I'd never welched on an assignment
before, and here I was - I felt like I was cheating on a test or
something!

I drew a deep breath, stiffening my resolve. 

"I think I'll go naked for dinner again. Would - would the two of
you want to - uh - undress for dinner, too?" I suggested
hesitantly. "It's, well, part of The Program for the family to
participate. Uh - Carl and his mom and sister are into it," I
admitted, not about to add that Carl and I had done a rather
explicit show and tell for his sister. 

"Oh! Oh my! Are they really? Both of them?!" Mom blushed. "Well,
I did read the brochure, and so did your father. I - well, let me
think about it, and I'll ask him, maybe." 

"Okay." I started to head out of the kitchen to go upstairs. Then
I had another thought. "In fact, I think I'll go naked from now
until - well, until I think I can stop!" I announced. 

"And when will that be?" mom asked me with a little smile. 

I stripped off my wrinkled blouse and skirt right there in the
doorway. "I don't know," I admitted. "I don't know. Maybe - maybe
all weekend! Even in church!" 

"Oh my!" mom puffed. "Even in church?" 

"Even in church." I was surprised she didn't try to argue me out
of it. 

"Well, if that's the way you feel about it - well - well, I'm
proud of you! But I think I'd better clear it with Pastor Bill,
don't you think?" 

I blushed. "Thanks. I've got homework," I mumbled, fleeing the
kitchen, suddenly aware of the hardness of my nipples and the
hotness of my pussy at the thought of what I was letting myself
in for. At least the blush on the rest of me camouflaged the
blush on my bottom, so I didn't have to explain that to her. 

One more day naked in school, and then what? Naked Saturday?
Naked Sunday? What had happened to sweet, shy, innocent Beth?
Where had she gone? 

At dinner that night I saw my daddy naked for the first time
since - well, for the first time ever, I think! He was a little
pudgy, but he had a handsome cock, I thought. 

And it was as interested in the proceedings as anything, I can
tell you, standing erect in his lap so the tip of it actually
peeked over the edge of the table! He blushed, and mom blushed,
and giggled, and touched his bare shoulder, trailing her fingers
over his back when she went behind his chair. 

She had big, soft breasts - the breasts I'd nursed from, I
realized. She was a little plump - comfortable looking, with a
bushy pussy that made me only more aware of my shaved crotch. 

We were all a little silly and nervous. I think we blushed every
time one of us took a bite of hot dog. Then, after dinner they
excused themselves and went upstairs, hand in hand, daddy's
hardon leading the way, while I got stuck with clearing the table
and doing the dishes! 


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