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Subject: {ASSM} Chrissie: Naked in School by Bert Hart 5
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TUESDAY
When I woke up early Tuesday moning, I noticed I had lubricated myself
although I didn't remember having any sexy dreams.Checking to see just how
wet I was, I was surprised to feel how especially sensitive I felt, either
from the excitement of the day before or because I was in mid-cycle. So it
clearly called for a little rubbin' of the nubbin.I began to press down and
rub on my lips just above my clitoris and at the same time I imagined that
I was back in the closet with John, but that this time we were both naked,
and that the thing pressing on my clitoris was his penis.He was whispering
in my ear that he loved me and loved my beautiful body.I began to rub all
up and down my labia with my hand and then I parted my outer lips and
slipped my hand inside and ran it up and down, still imagining it to be a
penis. My hand slid easily about due to a considerable amount of natural
lube which I brought up from my vagina. I rubbed harder and harder until I
stopped abruptly, pressed down, arched my back, and came hard with a
gasp.Then I got up and took a shower. When I dried off I was still very
sensitive. Then I thought about the condition of the sheet. My Dad often
does the laundry to help out, and I didn't want him to see a stain if I
could help it. Sure enough, when I looked there was a wet spot and though
I tried to wipe up all the goosh, I could not get it all, so I took off the
sheet and put a fresh one on and hid the wet one until I could wash it
myself.
Then I dressed and ate breakfast, thinking all the time about what I
would wear, or rather not wear, that day.It seemed pretty clear to me that
I had to discard the panties.To remain half-clothed was not fair to the
boys or to the 7 other girls in the Program. And stripping naked by 8:12
was about the only way I could get those mean Seniors off my back, though
I'm sure they had some special humiliation in mind for me.As for John, I
think he understood by now that I really had no choice.I could not count on
him for support, because he has swim team practice on Tuesday and Thursday
at 7:00 AM.
I got to school very early, but I did not start to take off my clothes
until I saw the two bullies approaching from about a block away.I quickly
took off my skirt, blouse, and bra, and I was reaching for my panties when
Harold started yelling at me.
"That's it, bitch whore, get your nasty cunt out in the open for us to
finger-fuck"
I totally froze. I'd never heard that term before but it was pretty
clear what it meant. Touching was technically prohibited, but that wasn't
going to prevent them from doing it and to hell with the consequences.I
knew immediately that whaever happened, I was not going to take off my
panties and give these meanies the pleasure of believing that their
bullying got me to strip for them.
"I'm NOT taking my panties off for you!"
"Then we'll do it for you." said Frank, the taller of the two.Just then
Harold got behind me and put his big paws over my breasts, then he jerked
back and pulled me off my feet, then dumped me hard on my back on the grass
while Frank grabbed my panties in front at the waist and tore them off in a
second.I was crying and screaming. Then I heard a friendly voice.
"Frank! Harold! Stop immediately!" It was Principal Marberry, who had
been watching the whole confrontation inside on the security monitor.Then
Marberry reached down and picked me up in his arms and took me into his
office.The security guard took care of the two boys. Mr. Marberry called
out in a loud voice for Mrs. Jensen, and a frightened-looking woman came
through the door from the secretaries' area.She took me into the staff
bathroom. I promptly staggered over to the toilet and started ralphing
into it. Now Mary Lou will have to tell you what happened next.
Mary Lou's Account
I arrived at the school less than a minute after the assault but already
all the principals were inside the school. Several students who had
witnessed the attack told me about it, and I reached down and picked up
poor Chrissie's panties from the grass. They were ripped, grass-stained,
and smelled of urine from when Chrissie went down hard.I entered the school
building and knocked on Marberry's door. He came to the door and took the
panties from me as evidence, told me I could not come in the office until
the boys were hauled away, told me he thought Chrissie had no broken bones.
Pretty soon a squad car came up to the door with the siren on, two cops
came in, and almost right away the two boys were led away in handcuffs to
the car. They looked very scared.
Then Mr. Marberry let me in his office and pretty soon here came
Chrissie leaning on a secretary. She was pale and as she sat down she
seemed rather out of it. At first she didn't even see me but then she gave
me a weak smile.It bothered me that she didn't have panties on. So I stood
up and reached under my skirt and pulled mine down and off and then I went
over to her chair and put them on her legs and got her to stand up briefly
while I slipped them up.The secretary left.Then I started thinking about
what the rest of the day was going to be like for Chrissie. She already
had refused offers to take her home or to the hospital.She said her butt
was bruised but that was all that was wrong. But I could see that there
was no way she would be able to stand being put on display all day. So at
that point I just stood up and I turned my back to Mr. Marberry and I took
off my skirt and I could feel him looking at my bare butt and then I took
off my blouse and bra and I put them aside and then I turned around, giving
him the Full Monty.
"I'm volunteering for the Program to take the pressure off Chrissie,
since we have all the same classes." Mr. Marberry was quite astonished, so
much so that he didn't even stare very much below my waist.He accepted my
offer, and after I got my shot from the nurse and had the picture taken for
the school paper, I was ready to go. But he had a resonable request to
make. I knew what was coming because Chrissie had told me about the pervy
platform pic he took of her.He had me sit up on his desk and he took out an
old-fashioned film camera and he adjusted the focus and he got it up right
close to my pussy and then he asked me to spread it open with both hands. I
could hardly believe it! I tried to deal with my embarassment by making a
joke.
" Be sure to get the focus right, I wouldn't want to have to come back."
"This is an SRL with manual focus." he said. "Believe me, I'm quite
experienced in these close-ups."
I believed the little pervert. I opened my pink and he took several
shots from different angles and had me bring my legs up a bit towards my
body for more shots.Then as we were late for geometry, he gave us both
permission slips and we left the office.I just can't figure out men. Mr.
Marberry seems to be on our side, people generally like him, then he does a
weird thing like that, Are all men like this?
Mr. Fetherington was of course surprised to see me naked, but I
whispered in his ear a brief account of what had happened and that if he
intended to put anybody on display, it should be me. He then whispered to
me an odd question. He asked if there was a boy in the room I particularly
liked. Since Jared had not been to school since the beginning of the
semester, I whispered my second choice, Randy Schwarten.Mr. F. then
started the class with a few remarks about solid geometry and particularly
the equation for finding the volume of a sphere given the radius. Then he
turned to me, and, putting a basket of fruit on his desk, asked me to
choose a fruit about the size of one of my breasts. I chose a grapefruit.
Then he measured it's circumference, showed us how to get the diameter from
that, then computed the volume of the grapefruit. Then he took 1/2 that
volume to approximate the volume of a single breast of mine. Then one of
the smarter kids in class, Jason Burke, raised his hand.
"I don't think you are getting a very good approximation." he
said."Grapefruit don't have nipples."
"Yes," said Mr. F."you are right.We will have to measure Mary Lou's
nipples and add that amount to the figure we computed.Could I have a
volunteer?"
Every boy in the class raised his hand. Mr. Fetherington pretended to
look about, then he asked Randy to come forward.He told Randy that the
first problem is that my nipples should be at maximum extension. He
suggested that with my permission, the" no touching" rule could be
temporarily suspended in the interests of science. Well, I certainly did
not want to stand in the way of a serious scientific investigation.So I
told Randy that taking each nipple in turn into his mouth and licking
around it and gently sucking it would be the most efficient way. So he
did, and of course as soon as he started my uterus was doing flip-flops and
I got so wet that some ran down my leg and I darn near came in front of the
whole class.But we got our measurements.
Oddly enough, we weren't yet done. Fetherington kept me at the front of
the room while he droned on a while about some old Greek guy, then he went
to the corner of the room and he took a tarp off an odd-looking apparatus.
It was a large aquarium filled right to the very brim with water and laying
across the top were some boards with holes cut in them about a third of the
way down. He had Randy assist me in getting up on the boards, Randy being
a little grabbier than necessary, but I don't blame the poor guy, his pants
looked like a camel got in the tent. Then I laid down on the boards and
stuck my breasts through the holes and as I lowered them into the water,
they displaced an amount of water exactly equal to the volume of my
breasts. This water was then collected and weighed and from that we were
able to get a very exact figure for my breast mass.It was so kewl!
Jason Burke raised his hand again."Has anyone thought about the
commercial implications of such a measuring device?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" said Mr. F.
"I mean, you could put these devices in the windows of stores in the
mall and girls could come in monthly and see how much their breasts have
grown. You know how girls obsess about it, now they could get the true
scientific facts.You would not even have to charge much, as I'm sure the
devices would draw lots of scientifically interested shoppers."
"I think you have a very good idea, Jason." said Mr. F." Times are
clearly changing, and probably it will not be long before breast nudity is
commonplace in the US, weather permitting.We are certainly taking the first
steps here."
I guess Mr. F. thought I had been through enough so there was no
lineup as there had been for Chrissie the day before.We talked for the rest
of the period about solid geometry, and I prepared myself mentally to
service in the hallway some reasonable requests before my next class,
psychology.
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