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Subject: {ASSM} HS201 - 009A - EXH MAST ORAL
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   Legal Stuff: This story contains descriptions of sexual activities.  It
is entirely fictional.  If you are to young or if this kind of story
offends you - don't read it!

   Review: Lisa Armstrong is an 18 year old college freshman who has
enrolled in a Human Sexuality class.  The class is "hands on" requiring
various sexual experiments and experiences.  In addition, each student is
required to complete a term project.  Lisa's involves completing three
dares daily, chosen randomly from a bag of dares written by others in the
class.

   Lisa is a gymnast and also coaches a junior high gymnastics team.

   I apologize for taking so long to complete this installment.  I simply
haven't had much time to write lately.  I hope you like it.  Please send
any comments, suggestions, or (especially) dare ideas to:
knightwolf999@charter.net.

   Knightwolf.



   The first thing I did when I woke up, as I had every day this week, was
grab my dare bag and pull out my first dare.

   The card had a small pocket alarm clock attached to it.

   "Give the alarm clock to the first person you see.  Ask them to set it
for any time between now and midnight.  Carry the alarm with you.  When it
goes off, stop whatever you're doing, push the snooze button, strip, find
something in your immediate vicinity and masturbate with it, penetration
required.  You must use a different item each time.  Masturbate until the
snooze alarm goes off (9 minutes).  You may not stop masturbating until the
snooze alarm goes off no matter how many times you climax.  Likewise, as
soon as the alarm goes off you must stop masturbating, no matter how close
you are to cumming.  Then give the alarm clock to the nearest person and
ask them to reset it for any time up until midnight.  You must not check
the alarm time or change it in any way.  After 11:30 pm you no longer need
to reset the alarm.  The number of times you must masturbate depends on the
times set by others.  Unless it is part of another dare or assignment, you
must not masturbate or have sex at any other time."

   "Wow!" I thought.  Fortunately I didn't have a whole lot planned today.

   I pulled out the second card.

   It was titled "Traffic Light Strip Game."

   "Put on the following clothes: bra, panties, jeans (or shorts), shirt,
socks, and shoes.  Get someone with the car to drive down 8th street from
Broadway to McCart at 3:30 PM.  There are twelve stoplights.  Each time the
car is forced to stop at one, get out of the vehicle, take off one piece of
clothing, hand it to someone in the car behind you, walk all the way around
your car and get back in.  The driver must not speed up or slow down to
miss or hit a light.  If you are nude before the end of the road, you must
stand on the trunk at each stop and dance seductively until the light turns
green."

   I took a deep breath.  This was going to be hard.

   I apprehensively pulled the third card out.

   "Go to the dining room and eat cereal for breakfast."

   An arrow pointed to the back of the card so I turned it over.

   "Instead of milk, the bowl must be filled with fresh semen taken from
guys in the dining room.  Semen and cereal together must fill the bowl
completely.  Lick the bowl dry to complete the dare."

   I took a deep breath.  Somehow this day seemed like it would be a lot
harder than my previous days.  They had mostly included exhibitionism.  It
had developed into more than that last night - my God I still got shivers
thinking about that - but this included a lot more.  At least it seemed
that way.

   Mindy came out of the restroom while I was looking at the cards.  She
was nude, too.  She was slowly becoming an exhibitionist as well.

   "What's in the cards this morning?" she asked cheerfully.

   Silently, I handed them to her and watched as her grin broadened with
each card.

   "Wow!  You've got to fill up a whole bowl with cum and then eat it! 
Cool!"

   "If you say so.  How many guys do you think it'll take to fill up a
bowl?"

   "God, I don't know.  Probably 10 or 15."

   "And you have to masturbate all day long.  What's the most you've ever
done?" she asked.

   "The most I've ever masturbated in one day?  I don't know.  Maybe three
or four."

   "The car thing sounds fun.  I'll drive you," Mindy offered.

   "OK.  Thanks.  Wonder why he wants me to do it at 3:30?" I guess he
thinks that'll be a busy time.  I'm sure the idea is to get you nude!'

   "I guess.  My junior high gymnastics practice is over at 3:15.  Can you
pick me up there?"

   "Sure," she replied.  "No problem."

   "Listen.  If you're going to give 15 hand jobs this morning, you better
get moving!"

   I rolled out of bed, took a quick shower and put my hair in a long
braid. I picked out a short dress that I had bought yesterday.  It was a
light blue cotton t shirt type dress that hugged my breast and stopped two
inches below my pussy.  If I was going to have to strip twelve times today,
I may as well make it easy.

   While I was getting ready, Mindy set the alarm for my first dare.

   I then gathered the clothes I'd need for the traffic light dare, stuffed
them in my backpack and headed for breakfast.

   Mindy had pulled on a man's style button up shirt and a pair of short
shorts that she had bought last night as well.  She tied the shirt under
her breasts, revealing her flat belly.

   I stopped her just before we went out, turned her around, grabbed a pair
of scissors, and clipped off the buttons she had buttoned.  Now the only
thing holding her shirt together was the knot below them!

   "I dare you not to adjust that knot all day!" I challenged.

   She giggled.  "You're on!"

   **********************************************************

   It was just barely 7:00 AM when Mindy and I walked into the cafeteria.
The college cafeteria is a ghost town at 7:00 AM.  There were only about a
dozen people scattered around the room.  Only about four men.

   I went and got my bowl of cereal - dry.  I'd never realized how big the
bowls were.  They were larger than the bowls I had at home.

   I swallowed hard.  Although I'd given five blow jobs in the hall after
class one day, I hadn't had to ask the guys.  Someone else rounded them up
for me.  I didn't know any of the men here, yet I had to go to them and ask
them to masturbate in my cereal bowl!

   I decided that if anyone was going to take me seriously I was going to
have to be nude.  Otherwise they would think they were on SPY TV or
something.

   I pulled my dress over my head and handed it to a surprised Mindy.

   Then I picked up my bowl and walked purposefully to the nearest guy who
was engrossed in his morning paper.  He was about my age, slightly
overweight, dressed conservatively.  Probably a business major.

   He looked at me and almost spilled his coffee as I squatted in front of
him, spreading my legs as wide as possible.

   "Excuse me.  I need some milk for my cereal," I purred.

   Then I reached for his waist and undid his belt.

   "I'm afraid I'll hurt your beautiful cock if I unzip you while you're
sitting.  Would you please stand?" I looked up at him with the most sultry
look I could imagine.

   The poor man must have thought he was having a wet dream.  He stood up
without saying a word, his mouth still open in surprise.

   I carefully unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down.  I opened
them just enough to pull his cock and balls out.  It was already rock hard
with the first drops of pre-cum on it.  As I caressed it I felt him take a
shuddering breath.

   This was going to be fun.

   I gently licked the tip of his cock, then inserted the head into my
mouth.

   Without warning, strong streams of cum shot out, filling my mouth and
dripping down my chin.  Locking my lips around his cock, I stopped myself
from swallowing as his cum swirled around my tongue and cheeks.

   I'm not sure this kid had ever cum in his entire life.  My cheeks were
bulging when he finally stopped pumping.  I slowly pulled his cock out of
my mouth, turned to my bowl, and let it all slide out onto the cereal.

   "I hate dry cereal, don't you?" I asked.

   He barely nodded as with glazed eyes he sank slowly into his chair, his
shrinking cock still hanging out of his pants.

   I turned around and two freshmen guys were staring at me.  I know they
had to be my age, but they looked like they had never seen a naked girl
give a guy a blow job in a cafeteria before!

   Still squatting, I turned to face them and motioned them to come to me.
They dropped their trays with a clatter on the table they were standing by,
orange juice spilling everywhere, as they rushed over to me.

   I pulled out both cocks and started sucking them, one after the other,
rubbing one while sucking the other.  Again, they came in just a matter of
seconds, almost before I'd really gotten them wet.  Just as I was about to
empty my mouth of the first one, the second started spewing long strands of
cum.  As quick as I could I turned and clamped my lips over his cock head,
mixing his cum with his friend's in my mouth.  Finally I slid off and
dumped both in my bowl, which still looked rather empty.

   No one else had come in, but the other two guys were definitely
interested.

   I picked up my bowl of cereal and walked to the nearest man.  He was
much older.  Maybe a teacher or visiting lecturer.  He wore a coat and tie.

   "May I?" I asked, kneeling in front of him.

   "Of course."

   I unzipped his fly and slid his rising cock out of silk boxers.  I
licked up and down the shaft, then slid my mouth over the head and down to
the base, deepthroating him.

   A low guttural rumbled through his chest as my tongue wildly massaged
his cock.  As I squeezed his balls he erupted in my mouth.  Once again, I
held it, turned, and let it slide into my bowl of cereal.

   People were starting to come in now.  And word was getting out.  Guys
were rushing in and then just standing around, not sure what to do.  A
group of about 10 guys were standing in the middle of the cafeteria,
watching like hungry wolves.  I walked over to them with my bowl of cereal.

   "Can you guys help me out?" I asked.

   They all sort of mumbled.

   "I'm tired of milk in my cereal so I'm trying cum instead.  Will you
help me fill it up?"

   "Sure!" the one in the middle announced.

   I stepped towards him and started unbuttoning his shirt.

   "What are you doing?" he stuttered.

   "I'm undressing you," I replied lustfully.

   "You didn't strip that other guy!" he responded.

   "Yea.  But I'm hotter now," I grinned, sliding his shirt off his
shoulders.  Looking at the ten guys standing around, I had decided I wanted
all ten of them bare-assed naked before blowing them.

   He was still protesting as I slid his jeans and underwear down to his
ankles.  I lifted one foot and pushed his pants all the way off.  Then
pulled them off the other leg.  He stood in front of me, nude, cock hard,
extremely uncomfortable.

   I licked the tip of his cock making it jump.

   Then turned to the guy beside him and pulled his shirt over his head.

   "Wait!  What about me?" the first guy protested.

   "Not until all of you are all nude," I replied, unbuttoning the second
guys jeans.  Some of them didn't want to strip, but with a little
encouragement I soon had 10 naked men standing around me, cocks dripping
long streams of pre cum.

   I knelt down as all ten of them jockeyed for position, each trying to
get their cock in my face first.  Looking back on it, I think it must have
looked pretty ridiculous: ten naked men huddled together, bare ass to bare
ass, while my head bounced from one dripping cock to another.  There must
be a hell of a lot of editing in pornography to keep it from becoming
comedy!

   But at the time it was just about the most exciting thing I had ever
done.  I sucked one cock for a few moments then bounced to another. 
Meanwhile, my hands were frantically sliding up and down other cocks.

   I wasn't long before one in my hand tensed and started to spurt. 
Quickly I wrapped my lips around it, catching as much as I could.  I bent
over and spit it into the bowl, only to find another guy squirting cum in a
high arc over my head.  I jumped to his cock and caught the rest of it,
spitting it in the bowl.

   One after another, sometimes two or three at a time, were cumming around
me.  I caught as much as I could, but in many cases guys just spewed all
over my face, hair, back and tits.  Whenever one guy was spent, another
stepped in to replace him.

   Finally I looked down and saw the bowl was about to overflow.  I stood,
calling out, "Enough!  Enough!  I've got to stop guys!"

   Groans of disappointment reverberated through those who had not been
satisfied.  I grinned, cum dripping off my chin and tits.

   "Maybe next time," I proclaimed.  Then I picked up my bowl and sat down
at the table behind me.

   I've learned over the last week that I really like oral sex.  I've
learned that every guy tastes differently and overall I like the taste.

   But.

   Cum is best served fresh and hot.  Cold cum is not my idea of a good
meal.

   Cereal in a bowl of cold cum is a soggy salty mess!

   I ate it.  I sat there, nude, cum drying all over my body, and ate every
bite while guys gathered around and cheered, some openly masturbating
despite the fact that we were still in the cafeteria.  I even teased them
some, opening my mouth to show them large gobs of cum on my tongue.  When
done I licked the bowl clean, just as required.

   But.  If I ever have the choice again - I will never eat another bowl of
cold cum for the rest of my life.  Personally, I think Fear Factor should
try it as one of their challenges.

   Now, cum in a bowl of hot oatmeal has real potential.  Maybe I'll try
that sometime.

   *****************************************************************

   As usual, we all stripped as soon as we entered our Human Sexuality
class.  Everyone was buzzing about their projects.

   Today Ms.  Thompson walked in without her usual white robe.  She was
already nude.  I wasn't sure what to make of that since she'd never done
that before.

   The first thing she did was ask all of us to write down our schedule for
the entire weekend.  We had to list everything we planned to do for the
rest of this day, Saturday, and Sunday and then turn it in to her.

   "Class, today we're going to discuss the role of nudism in our society.
Jonathon, this is obviously your specialty, since you've had to be nude for
the last week.  What kind of responses have you received?"

   Jonathon stood up and explained that most people on campus seemed to
accept it with no problem, since word got around pretty quickly regarding
his project.  Even so, a lot of people seemed to keep their distance.  They
would stare, but not say anything.

   It was more difficult when he went off campus.  People tended to get
rather upset and treat him like a serial rapist.  He admitted to staying on
campus as much as possible.

   From there, Ms.  Thompson led the class in a discussion of nudism.  I
found it fascinating though it's rather boring to write about here.  She
discussed the history of nudism, the role of clothes in society, the
various styles that have been accepted and rejected in different cultures
throughout history.  I never knew there was so much involved with being
naked!

   As class was winding down, she announced, "Now class, I have a weekend
assignment for you.  You are each to leave your clothes in the lockers at
the back of the room until Monday's class.  For the entire weekend you will
remain nude and you must not change your schedule unless other
circumstances demand it.  In addition, you must spend at least 4 hours in a
public setting off campus."

   Students all around me gasped in astonishment.

   One girl exclaimed, "I have a date tonight I can't ..."

   "Great!," exclaimed Ms.  Thompson, "you'll get to use up your hours in
public on the first day!"

   The girl slid down in her seat, embarrassed.

   "Jonathon and Lisa."

   My ears perked up.

   "Since you have both already spent considerable time nude in public, I
have a special assignment for you.  I've made reservations for you at Le
Chateau at 7:00 this evening, followed by tickets to the Symphony at 9:00.
Jonathon, here is a voucher to pay for the meal.  The owner of the
restaurant and the manager of the theater have agreed to your attire, but
no one else at those establishments knows anything about it.  You are also
required to take public transportation throughout the evening."

   I was stunned.

   Le Chateau was the fanciest restaurant in town.  I couldn't imagine what
it would feel like to be totally nude in front of all those people dressed
in suits and gowns.  I looked at Jonathon.  He'd turned as white as a
ghost.

   At that moment the bell rang.  Everyone stood and started, by habit, to
turn to the back of the room to dress, then remembered that they could not.


   We had all been required to walk across campus nude, but it was a
different feeling to have to walk around outside alone.  I knew from
experience how difficult it was.

   Remembering my traffic light dare, I caught Ms.  Thompson at the door
and asked about it.  She agreed that it would be fine for me to dress as
instructed to complete that dare.

   Jonathon was waiting outside the door and arranged to pick me up at
6:30.

   Just as he started to talk, my alarm rang.

   I looked up and saw Mindy standing at the end of the hall, grinning.

   I sat my books down and looked around for something to masturbate with.
The instructions said that penetration was required.

   I didn't see anything in the hallway, so I reached in my back and pulled
out my hair brush.  It had a wooden handle about an inch wide and about 3
or 4 inches long.

   I sat down on the floor and leaned back against the wall.  Jonathon was
staring with a puzzled look on his face.  The hallway was crowded, since no
once seemed to want to pass by with several nude students standing around.

   I spread my legs and gently inserted the brush in my pussy.

   I'd been wet with excitement at breakfast, but had calmed down since
then.  Even so, there was enough moisture not to make it too uncomfortable.

   I slid the handle all the way in until the I could feel the bristles rub
against my clit.  Then I slowly slid it out again, feeling my pussy lips
close over the empty hole.  I pushed it in a little.  Then out.  Then all
the way in again.

   I looked around.  I was surrounded by people, some standing on tiptoe to
see over those in front.  Three of the nude guys, including Jonathon,
already had raging hard ons.

   I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and lost myself in the sensations
of the smooth handle sliding in and out and the rough bristles scratching
my engorged clit.

   I started moving faster and faster, raising my hips to meet my thrusts.
I could feel the climax building.

   And then the alarm sounded!

   I collapsed with a shudder of frustration.

   Slowly I stood up and put my dripping brush back in my purse.

   I handed the alarm to guy standing nearby.

   "Would you please set this for any time between now and midnight?" I
gasped.

   "Uh.  Yea.  What time should I set it for?" he asked.

   Turning to him I explained the situation and asked him again to set it
for whatever time he'd like.

   Grinning, he set the alarm and returned it.

   With cunt juice sliding down my leg, I picked up my bag and headed for
class.

   *********************************************************

   I barely listened in my next class.  I had been so close to cumming.  I
wanted to touch myself again.

   Nude, by moist pussy was making the seat wet and slippery.

   I kept wondering when the alarm would go off.  It was maddening.  I
wanted, needed, to masturbate again.  But (as strange as it may sound) I
was still scared of doing it in public.  I wanted to be filled.  I wanted
people to see me.  But I wanted to be in control.

   Now I wasn't.  It didn't matter where I was or what I was doing or who
was around when my alarm went off.  I'd have to stop and masturbate. 
Somehow that was frightening.  And exciting!

   And I had to find something different to insert each time.  I found
myself looking around for small objects to push into my pussy; wondering
how it would feel.

   Thirty minutes into class it happened.  I knew it would.  It caught me
by surprise and I jumped, trying to shut it off before it disturbed the
rest of the class.  Instead I accidentally knocked it off the front of the
table onto the floor of the row in front.

   This room was set up like a theater with levels rising up, long tables
going from one side to the other, looking down on the professor.  I sat
right in the middle of the third row.

   As it started to fall I leaped forward to catch it, leaning flat on the
table with my tits hanging over the edge and my bare ass in the air.

   I missed.

   My alarm was blaring on the floor six inches from my outstretched hand.
Dr.  Johnson had stopped his lecture in mid sentence.  The entire class was
looking at my nude body splayed out on the table.

   "Miss Armstrong, what may I ask are you doing!" he bellowed over the
beeping of the alarm.

   Standing, I stuttered, "It's an assignment for my human sexuality class,
sir."

   "Your human sexuality assignment is to set off an alarm in my class,
Miss Armstrong?"

   "No sir.  That ...  that was an accident sir"

   "And what is your assignment, Miss Armstrong?"

   "I ...  I have to masturbate until the snooze alarm rings again."

   "I see," he said with a twinkle in his eye.  "Well we mustn't let you
miss your assignment.  Mr.  Withers, would you please hand Miss Armstrong
her alarm.  Miss Armstrong, since class is already disrupted, you may as
well come down here to perform your assignment."

   I quickly shut off the alarm and walked to the stairs and down to the
front desk, an embarrassed tingle in my pussy.

   Dr.  Johnson had a half finished Coke bottle sitting on the middle of
his desk.  Since he never used notes, the desk top was otherwise empty.

   Without saying a word, I climbed up on the desk and straddled the
bottle. Having been in gymnastics my whole life I'm extremely limber. 
Planting my feet and spreading my pussy wide open I slowly lowered myself
onto the bottle.

   I had never really come down from my last masturbation session.  My
pussy was still dripping wet.  Even so, it was difficult sliding onto the
top of the bottle.  The threads scratched against my tender slit.  I kept
sliding down until I felt the bottle widen, spreading my pussy as wide as
it would go.

   Clinching my pussy, I slowly stood, holding the bottle inside me. 
Reaching down, I began sliding it in and out.  My legs were trembling. 
Electricity was building inside me.  Each time I pulled the bottle out my
pussy involuntarily pushed down in an effort to keep it inside me.  I
pushed it deep into me.  Almost half the bottle was inside me.

   Frustration crashed around me as the alarm blared on the desk by my
feet. I slid the bottle all the way out and squatted to turn it off.  My
body was screaming for release.  Beads of sweat covered my breasts and
dripped off my erect nipples.

   Still squatting, my soaked pussy spread wide for the whole class to see,
I held up the alarm to Dr.  Johnson.

   "Would you please reset the alarm for any time between now and
midnight?"

   "Uhh.  Sure," he croaked.

   I'd never seen him rattled like this before.  His cock strained against
the confines of his slacks.  Looking around I noticed that the whole class
was squirming in their seats.

   He reset the alarm and handed it back to me.  As I sat back down at my
desk Dr.  Johnson picked up the Coke and took a long drink, licking his
lips as he set it back on the desk.

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