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Subject: {ASSM} NEW NIS STORY -- Nackt in der Schule
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Nackt in der Schule
(291 words)
by Klaus Knaacht 

I dreamt I was naked in school. My cock was rigid,
pointing like a stiff Nazi salute towards the back row
of the tiered classroom.

The boys and the girls in the seats were unfamiliar.
Who were these people? I knew only the teacher -- Miss
Gartner, lovely black-eyed Miss Gartner, from third
grade -- and, in the third row back, my sulky teenaged
daughter.

"Donny needs relief," Miss Gartner told the class.
"Will anyone help him out?"

A forest of hands shot into the air.  

"Me, miss!"

"No, me, it's my turn!"

I looked over the rows of pigtailed blonde girls with
their white teeth and corn-yellow hair.

I could choose any one of them.

I turned to Miss Gartner, still taller than I was,
even after all these years.

"I want you, miss," I said.

She looked down at me kindly. She had large, pillowy
breasts, and I remembered her comforting caresses when
I fell down on the playground. Miss Gartner, darling
Miss Gartner, never leave me, be mine forever. Give me
comfort. Give me relief.

"I think not," she said, sliding her eyes over me and
away to the class. "You're just a boy, Donny."

Miss Gartner swept her eyes around the room. "Susan,"
she said, cocking her finger. "Do the honors."

Aghast, I watched my daughter get to her feet and
approach me with obvious reluctance. She stood close
and looked me dead in the eyes. No. She was not my
daughter. She was my wife. Susan was my wife.

"This is only a dream," Susan said contemptuously.
"Donny hasn't been able to get it up for years."

Miss Gartner laughed. The blonde girls laughed in
perfect unison, all white teeth. 

I woke up limp and sweating.


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