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   - <zipped file 'PAM_06WednesdayM.txt'> Pamela, eagerly NIS

   Chapter 10.  Wednesday Morning

   I bounced out of bed this morning, and I do mean bounced.  I hadn't even
stood up when I felt the waves rippling through my boobs.  I bounced up and
down sitting on the edge of the bed and just stared down at my chest. 
Those boobs were sticking out more than yesterday and jiggling way more.  I
checked them all different ways in the mirror and felt myself up a lot in
the shower.  There's a big curve in my profile and there's enough to hold
now.  When I pull them up enough, they each fill a hand.  They're still
high, round and full so they don't need to be held.

   Mom had breakfast ready again.  She was pretty well up to date, so she
didn't pump me about what went on.  I tried the strip chess rules on her
and she laughed.  Hope the chess club reacts a little better.  She said the
rule were fine.  Her only problem was why to bother with the chess match.

   I walked to the pool and got all the usual attention, good and bad.  I
did all the stretches and entertained the guys on the swim team more than
usual.

   "Nice curves, Pam.  Growing?" one of them made me blush and made my
nipples get really puffy.

   I did a few warm-up laps and then 100 meters in each stroke complete
with entry and flip turn.  That got me plenty warm and a little pumped up.
That's the way I get in meets and how I want the competition suit fitted.
Mr.  Silansky showed up with his measuring tape and started with a meeting.

   "It seems you have a good friend.  A benefactor has paid for full length
competition suits to be given to the parks department.  He or she also met
the city requirement that no sponsor's logo can be put on city property of
this sort.  The parks department, in turn, agreed to let you buy the suits
if you want them when you leave this team.  They'll use the money to buy
suits for your successors," he announced.  "So, we'll have to measure you
all over today.  Who's first?"

   It was happening again.  Whenever I need something or when the right use
of money would make a difference in my life, it happens.  I tell Mom and
she calls Dad.  This is just the sort of thing that comes next.  This is
what Dad does to try to be a part of my life.  Maybe someday he can really
be a part of it.

   You know me by now.  My hand went up and I went first for the
measurements.  We did the measuring in the locker room.  Privacy meant more
to him than to me, but the big deal is that it's dry in there.  His charts
weren't as likely to get splashed.

   He got his tape ready, stepped toward me and started shaking.  He was
nervous.  His hands were up reaching for my shoulders, but had only gone as
high as my chest.  I stepped up to him so that my boobs were against his
hands.

   "You can touch me anywhere.  Measure me and do it like a professional,"
I challenged him.

   "That's not so easy.  You're so gorgeous and intimidating at the same
time," he responded.  "I'll try to forget that you're the best looking girl
I've ever seen, let alone been close to."

   I rolled my eyes.  This guy could use a life or at least a lover.  He
did okay at paying attention to his work except when he had to reach into
my crotch.  He wouldn't touch my pussy.  I was afraid the measurement would
come out wrong.  I grabbed his hand between my legs and repeated that he
could touch what and where he had to.  He shook a little more when he did
it, but he got everything right.  Maybe I made it better for the rest of
the team by getting him over it.

   "Hey, I noticed the Sportech label on the athletic uniforms we're
getting at school - those Program friendly ones.  Do you have anything to
do with those?" I asked while he was measuring.

   "Oh, yeah.  We're hoping to get more business when you at Lincoln show
those off," he answered.

   "Neat.  What are the chances of getting them on Friday?  That's our
first chance to do the showing," I combined asking with a little prod.

   "Chances are really good.  With the mail we got last night, there aren't
any special orders to make," he answered Coach Reeves and my questions.

   He did manage to measure me.  He had length and circumference
measurements for all parts of me.  I had one problem - my fast-growing
chest.

   "I'm growing fast.  I don't think my chest will be this size for long.
Is there a way to make room to grow even if it's a little loose now?" I
asked.

   "Well, this measures a full A cup.  That could have a lot to do with the
muscles in there.  We can make the suit with full B's and that will give
you room to grow to a C before the fabric stretches too much," he offered
the solution.  "B size on an A chest will be loose and slow you down,
though."

   "Can you make mine last and I'll let you know the measurement then?" I
suggested.

   "Okay.  I can give you until next Thursday.  We'll have to start on the
last one then," he agreed.

   I think I made him nervous again with the thankful little kiss I put on
his cheek.  That's when I noticed the bulge in his pants.  I went back to
swimming right away, but he took a while before he called in the next one
to measure.  The rest of swimming practice went okay.  I did my stokes
again and had Coach Lenke check my form.  He said he didn't need to make
any corrections.

   As soon as swimming was over, I went to the school for more breakfast.
There were smiling greetings and reasonable requests from lots of people in
the cafeteria.  My boobs and butt spent the whole time in line covered by
boys' hands.  One or two got into my pussy, too.  The requests stopped when
I got food.  That's one precedent that's well set.  Program participants
get to eat without those interruptions.  All the students I sat with wanted
to talk about the program, so I couldn't get away from it altogether.  Of
course, I didn't want to get that far away from it.

   After breakfast, I joined the undressing ceremony at the front door.  I
was the first participant there this morning.  There weren't many
spectators yet, so some juniors and seniors had room to gather around me.

   "You know it's less fun when you don't strip, Pam," one boy yelled at
me.

   "Tough!  Live with it," I retorted as I strutted over to him.  "It's
just that much sooner you can get your hands on me."

   He held up his hand tentatively and stammered a little, "C ...  can I?
Your breasts?"

   "I like the touching.  Go ahead," I answered and thrust my chest out
toward him.

   He pressed, cupped and rubbed me.  My reaction was all smiles and puffy
nipples.  My aureoles swelled behind my hard nipples and made puffy knobs
on my boobs.  They were new to me and I got some extra tingly sensation
when a boy touched them.  I wondered how the boys would react.  This one's
pants showed his reaction and some others around had the same.  Requests
came rapid fire from others when they saw how much I encouraged the
touching.  Soon there were as many guys crowded around me as could fit and
they all had a hand on me somewhere.

   "Oh, crap, Pam.  You're not teaching that stuff to them, are you?"
complained Brooke as she passed on her way to the other door.

   The gang of boys around me broke up and followed Brooke.  They were all
her junior classmates and now she'd be expected to do more of the touching
requests.  Poor baby.  What did she think she was getting into when she
volunteered?  More sophomore and freshman boys filled in around me and kept
the touching going.

   Kelly and Emily arrived.  They walk to school and were dressed for warm
weather.  Kelly started right in as the girls around him chanted, shrieked
and whistled.  He danced and showed off as he stripped.  When his clothes
were all in the box, he came over to me.  We hugged and kissed.  His hard
erection felt nice pressed into my abs.  The other girls around noticed and
wanted their share of him.  He took a few requests right away.  One girl
wanted to hug him to feel that erection between them.  She was wearing a
thin sundress, so there wasn`t much to block the feeling.

   Shawn must have a learning permit.  He drove to school with his father
in the car and the father drove away.  He and Emily went through a repeat
of yesterday.  They stripped to the chants, but kept their eyes on each
other.  Emily allowed a few boob groping requests, then took a big one from
Shawn.  They went onto the grass beside the doorway and Emily pulled him
down on top of her.  He was ready, all up and hard.  He had her ready after
a little stroking and kissing.  Her legs went around him and he thrust into
her.  She smiled as his entry excited her, this time without the pain of a
burst hymen.

   Melissa and Bill arrived and stripped each other.  They would lift or
lower an article of clothing and put kisses where it had been.  For the
final step, she took down Bill's underwear but didn't just kiss him.

   "Sorry I let homework come first last night.  I'll bet you're really
ready for this," she said.

   She licked his cock all around, then took it into her mouth and started
sucking.  Her hands reached around him and stroked his ass.  Her head
bobbed up and down to make his shaft go in and out of her mouth.  He was
plenty ready and looked like he really enjoyed the attention from Melissa.
He got off with a grunt and deep thrust after only a few minutes.  Melissa
swallowed his stuff as she stood up.

   He returned the favor.  He dropped to his knees in front of her and went
right to licking her pussy.  Melissa tried to stand through that, but she
didn't try to stand still.  She rolled her hips around to get the full
effect of what he was doing to her.  She moaned and wriggled faster as she
got more and more into it.  I could tell she got herself a little excited
while she was sucking him off because her nipples were all puffed out when
she was finished.  Now her breasts were well swollen and she was turning
red all over.

   Dan arrived naked like he did yesterday.  He walked up to me, slipped
his arms around me and gave me an awesome kiss.  I kissed back and our
tongues dueled back and forth between our mouths.  I looked down at what
had come up hard between my legs during the clinch.

   "Good morning, awesome guy," I whispered.

   He stroked my chest and raised an eyebrow when he actually got a
handful.

   "Awesome, yourself, Pam," he replied.

   Hugging to feel the boys' erections quickly became a fad.  Girls lined
up for turns with Dan and Kelly.  Those guys didn't disappoint any of them.

   Dawn was the last arrival this morning.  She checked out all the
hugging, the hands all over me, Melissa getting licked and the couple
fucking on the grass.  She didn't lack for attention from boys.  There were
plenty to chant for her stripping.  She put some of her perky personality
into it this time.  She smiled and bounced right out of her clothes.

   The naked Dawn went straight for Kelly.  He drew her into a hug and gave
her a big kiss.  Protests from all the students around finally got them to
separate.  Some of the boys went with the hugging fad.  Dawn got as much
out of that feeling as they did.

   Melissa came with a shrill squeal and almost fell over.  Bill caught
her, but his face came out of her crotch when he did.  Their session was
over except for the cleanup after Melissa could stand again.

   Emily and Shawn finished together, or very nearly.  They lay in each
others' arms until the bell rang.  Emily made a quick stop in the girls'
room to wash.  She looked like she had a fantastic time when she finally
made it into homeroom.

   I asked Melissa about the blowjob on the way in.  That's something I
want to learn about and even expected to be doing it by now.

   "Open your mouth wide, lick the underside of his shaft, keep your teeth
out of the way and suck.  `Blow' is just an expression," she told me.  "If
you don't want to taste or swallow it, pull off when he warns you he's
coming.  Keep hold of his balls so you can let him know how you feel if he
doesn't warn you.  It didn't seem like Bill warned me, but I know his
grunts and moves, and besides I swallow his.  So are you gonna try to get
Dan's big dick in your mouth?"

   I nodded and thanked her.  I think I got most of what she said.  At
least I was ready to try it on Dan when I got a chance to give him relief.
He was right there beside me and heard everything.  He must have liked the
idea the way his cock twitched.

   I spotted Cass at her locker and stopped to ask about Caitlin.  I could
tell that Cass appreciated that I care.  She said the bleeding scalp and a
little headache kept the youngster mercifully quiet all evening but she was
back to normal this morning.

   Mrs.  Miller came bustling into homeroom a little late and tried to
explain, "You can tell from me being naked and all, that I support the
program.  Well, I'm the chairperson of Lincoln's Program committee.  It
keeps me hopping.  Try to bear, or bare, with me and thanks for behaving so
well while I'm distracted."

   Of course we behave for her.  She has all of us for biology and we will
all be in the Program.  She took role then released those of us with some
activity.  The students in that homeroom are mostly in all AP tracks and
very active around the school.  Very few stayed in homeroom.  One of those
was Emily.  She didn't have anything interesting to do on Wednesday
mornings.  I took my notebook and those rules to the chess club.

   The chess club sponsor is one of the upper class math teachers.  He
allows the strip chess tournament under pressure from the Programfriendly
administration.  By the time I got there, he'd left the room for the
duration of the meeting.  The club meeting started with formal
parliamentary procedure.  Taylor, the president, finally asked for motions
about rules for the tournament.  Nobody else had anything to say, so I
moved to put forth a set of rules for consideration.

   "Strip chess imposes a forfeit for each piece lost during a match and a
final forfeit at the end.  Sorry it has to be negative, but the point is to
strip as a penalty," I said, then went on to read out the specific rules.

   1.  At each loss of a pawn, the losing player has to stand in full sight
of the other player and turn to let the opponent see everything at their
current state of undress for at least five seconds.  No clothes are lost
with a pawn.

   2.  At the loss of each major piece, the losing player pays a major
forfeit.  If still wearing clothes, the loser forfeits one area of
clothing, then models for the opponent to see the results.  If already
naked, the loser must submit to the winner touching the loser's body,
external touching only, for five seconds.

   3.  Time spent touching and gawking at the losers state of undress comes
off of the winners side of the clock.

   "Note the term `area of clothing' instead of pieces of clothing being
forfeit.  The intent is to make it useless to stack on layers," I
explained. "We also want to attract girls to the club and encourage girls
to play in the strip tournament.  Girls also have an additional area of
interest.  It's worth more for a girl to be topless than for a boy."

   4.  Boys have at most four areas of clothing at the start of a match. 
Girls have at most five areas.  Any player may voluntarily start with less
clothing and could wind up naked sooner as a result.

   "This tournament is not a sufficient excuse for Program violations.  Any
Program participant who plays strip chess starts with only shoes," I tried
to keep the club from getting in trouble with the Program.

   5.  Areas of clothing are removed in the order chosen by the person
paying the forfeit.  a.  All shoes and socks together are one area.  b. 
For boys, all clothing above the waist is one area.  Boys get topless in
one forfeit regardless how many shirts, sweaters etc.  they are wearing. 
c. For girls, all but the last layer above the waist is one area.  d.  For
girls, the last layer of clothes above the waist is an area, usually
meaning a bra.  If a girl starts with one layer above the waist, she has
voluntarily started without this extra area.  e.  For everyone, all
clothing except the innermost layer below the waist is one area.  f.  The
inner layer below the waist is the last area of clothing.

   6.  The club officers, not including the players in question, are an
arbitration panel to settle any disputes of interpretation.

   I went into some details, "Some example interpretations are things like
one piece shorts with built-in lining.  If a boy isn't wearing separate
underwear, he has only one layer of clothes below the waist and has
voluntarily started the match with less than the allowed four areas. 
Another is pantyhose.  Pantyhose could count as socks if the player is
wearing separate panties, but could count as panties if they occupy the
innermost layer below the waist."

   7.  The players must agree to a final forfeit at the start of the match.
That forfeit is paid by the loser of the match.  There is no forfeit in
case of a stalemate.  The loser must pay for a checkmate or resignation. 
Penalties involving sex acts may be carried out on the spot or may be
delayed to a time and place of privacy, as agreed before the match.

   "An example forfeit would be that the winner gets choice of position and
manner in which the loser must bring the winner to orgasm," I suggested.

   "So in that example, you'd only be playing to see who gets to be on
top?" asked one of the members.

   We all laughed at that and I agreed losing that forfeit wasn't much of a
penalty if they'd already agreed on intercourse.  This set of rules solved
a lot of the problems they'd had.  The discussion was all favorable and
dwelled mostly on details and interpretations.  Girls' dresses, for
instance, cover above and below the waist and a girl in a dress is one area
short of the allowed five.

   "Let's try it, Pam.  I challenge you.  How about your example for the
final?" Taylor said when the discussion died off.

   "Okay.  It'll give everyone a better look at how it might work.  Of
course, I have only shoes to lose," I accepted.

   "That's okay.  I won't lose more than that either," he boasted.

   There was a board already set up.  I drew white and started.  A few
moves later, I lost a pawn.  I stood up walked around the table and turned
slowly in front of Taylor.  He got a good look and so did the rest of the
club.  That may have had something to do with my sacrifice of the pawn
working so well.  I got one of his knights on the next move.  He took off
his shoes and socks, then held his feet above the table top to show the
result.  We all laughed at the trivial forfeit.

   I lost another pawn and did another parade.  Two moves later, he had to
choose which to lose - a bishop or his queen.  He saved his queen, but not
his shirt.  The whole club hooted at him when he had to parade over to my
chair and show himself off.  My knight paid the price for putting him on
the points of a fork and I paid the price of my shoes.  I did another
parade to let him see everything.  I even bounced on my heals to send
jiggly waves through my boobs.  I wanted him as distracted as I could get
him.

   He did a very good sequence that got two of my pawns and a rook.  He got
to look me over again for each of the pawns.  When he took the rook, I
stood by his chair and presented myself for touching by holding my arms a
little away from my sides.  He ran his hand slowly over the front of my leg
and my stomach.  He blushed as if it was embarrassing for him, but didn't
seem ready to stop when someone yelled, "Time!"

   I scooted back to my seat, gave him a coy look and took advantage of the
opening he left.  His queen and his pants were gone.  There were even more
hoots when he stood and turned in his bikini underwear.  His package showed
as all the expected bulges, including the hard point sticking out in the
middle.

   I knew the assault on his queen was going to cost me my other rook and a
knight.  Taylor's touching got a little more personal those two times.  He
got to my boobs the first time.  My nipples and aureoles puffed out again
and made it obvious that I like the touching.  He had me turn around so he
could get to my ass the second time.  The strokes gave me a great tingly
feeling.  The poor guy had to adjust that pointed bulge in his underwear
every time.  He liked the touching, too.

   The poor guy had to use his king to take my rook.  That put it in a
terrible position - for him.  I drew it out.  I took a pawn I didn't need
for the game.  The club needed it to see the blushing Taylor parade around
in his skimpy underwear again.

   He tried a defense that cost him another bishop.  He hadn't seen that
coming and just froze with an `Oh, crap!' look on his reddening face.  He
got as much chanting as the Program participants get for their stripping.
He slowly stood, grabbed his last article of clothing and pushed it down to
his ankles.  His hard erection bobbed and wiggled when he stepped out of
it. It bobbed and wiggled even more when he came around to show himself to
me.  I made him do the full turn so everyone could see his front and back.
For a non-athletic guy, he has quite a nice backside and his cock wouldn't
disappoint anyone.  That blush will go when he has a chance to be in the
Program for a week.

   After he made another try at a defense, I said, "I want you to fuck my
pussy, to do it here and now, and I want you on top doing all the work."

   He looked at me like I was crazy until he saw what I was moving and
heard the perky, gleeful, "Checkmate!"

   A couple other members checked over the board, then patted him on the
back in consolation.  He didn't look happy, even with the prospect of
fucking me.  One of his friends mentioned that this was the first match
he'd lost in the club in all three years.

   I popped out of my chair and took him by the hand.  He got up slowly,
not really knowing what was coming.  He should have known that it would be
the both of us, and soon.  I pushed some desks out of the way and pulled
him down on top of me on the classroom floor.

   He took his forfeit gracefully and he took me really well after he got
used to the idea.  He started to kiss me, but then stopped.  I pulled his
head down and kissed him to show that's what I wanted.  He used his legs
and hands to get my pussy ready, then slipped his cock in and started it
working.  He doesn't have Dan's size or Kelly's technique, but he's a good
enough lay.  I came twice with him pounding away in the clutches of my
legs. That's how I held him in me with my strong hips bucking so hard under
him.  He got off just after my second time.  He thrust in deep and all of
him strained and shook.  We both collapsed and stayed still for a minute or
so.  The rest of the club applauded.

   "Damn, that was good.  Thank you, Pam," he whispered just before he got
off me.

   He went to the front of the room still naked and dripping, pounded on
the teacher's desk and called the meeting to order again.  One of the
members moved to adopt the tournament rules as discussed.  The motion
passed without dissent.  Now the problem is to attract some more girls to
play strip chess.  We're outnumbered two to one the way the club is now.

   I left early to wash in the girls' room.  Shoulda known it wouldn't be
that easy.  Guess who was just coming around the corner when I got to the
bathroom door.

   "Good morning, Mr.  Carlson," I said cheerfully.

   "Good morning, Pam.  What's up?" he asked, but not as casually as usual.

   "Strip chess.  I won.  Now I need to wash off," I answered.

   "And what are you doing for a hall pass?" it was obvious I didn't have
one.

   "Mr.  Retton bailed on us.  There isn't a teacher in there to give a
pass," I tried to make an excuse.

   "I know.  He's been in my office.  He tries to be neutral about the
Program and knows better than to fight the movement for strip chess.  We've
been encouraging him to accept it, but I don't know if he will," the
principal explained.  "How did it go?"

   "We have a set of rules that look like they work.  A naked player, one
fully dressed or anywhere in between can have a lot of fun.  The final
forfeit we just did was plenty sexy," I told him.

   "Mr.  Retton said there was a problem coming up with rules.  There
weren't any good candidates even yesterday.  Where did they come from?" he
asked.

   "I made them up?" I wondered if that was a good answer.

   "You go ahead in there, Pam.  I'm going to check what the rest of the
club thinks.  We'll probably have to get a new sponsor if strip chess
really catches on," he said and left for the classroom.

   I was just about finished cleaning up when Britney burst into the
bathroom.

   "Fuckin' Nikki!  Fuckin' backstabbing bitch!  See if I'm her fuckin'
friend after this.  I do so have the right spirit - I'm a cheerleader," she
was muttering until she saw me, then, "Get away, naked boy bitch.  Get back
where freshmen belong ...  and get dressed."

   She must have thought this bathroom was exclusive to the class that has
their cluster in this wing.  Sorry to disillusion you, Britney.  She came
at me with a swinging fist and a kicking foot.  I blocked the punch and met
her foot with the sole of my shoe.  It only took a little push to plant her
ass firmly on the floor.  The air in that bathroom was turning blue from
the loud shrill curses she was hurling at me as I walked out.  Just before
the door closed, I thought her voice cracked as if she started crying. 
That didn't bother me a bit.

   The class bell rang while I was walking back to the freshman wing. 
Emily came out into the hall for a break after studying for the whole hour.
Dan and Kelly got there about the same time.  Those three have seen it
enough to know what my pussy looks like when it's freshly fucked.  All
three raised their eyebrows at me.

   "Fucking already, Pam?  Tell details," Emily challenged.

   "Hey, you were the first one to get laid today," I retorted.  "Strip
chess.  I won."

   "How?  You're already naked," Dan asked.

   I went through the rules and finished, "...  so the match is still won
and lost the same way, not by getting naked.  Hey, Emily?  We need girls
and you'd be a favorite."

   "Help me brush up on my chess before next week, Kel.  This sounds like
fun," she said to her brother.

   "It is fun whether you win or lose.  So is biology today.  It's the
boys' turn," I changed the subject.

   "Hey, did you hear about the spirit club?" Kelly asked to change the
subject again.

   "They had players in from all the sports to get ready for the pep rally
Friday," Dan explained.  "There was a football player from each grade.  Amy
and Alison were there for volleyball."

   "I'd have to go naked, so guess who the cross country team picked,"
Kelly said with a roll of his eyes.  "They were trying to pick section
leaders to work with students in the stands.  The president didn't pick
this one bitch - said she didn't have the right spirit.  The bitch swore a
blue streak and stomped out of there."

   "That explains it," I said and told them what happened in the bathroom.

   We all agreed Britney could use the wake-up call.

   Chapter 11.  Wednesday Classes

   Lots of the requests were for hugging again.  Boys were doing that to
the girls now.  I think they liked getting Emily's big rack up against them
and she went with it by rubbing her tits all over their chests.  She even
gave them kisses if they wanted.  We got as much out of it as the boys by
feeling their hard dicks.  That's the point of the rubbing.  More boys than
I expected wanted to hug me.  I did the rubbing and kisses, too.  I think
it helped that the puffy places on my chest were showing some shape.  I
don't feel as bad about my boobs today, but they're still too damned flat.

   We finished the requests at the warning bell, got our books and stuff
and went to biology.  Two happy, smiling naked girls and two apprehensive
naked guys went to our seats.  Mrs.  Miller came over and asked if we'd
thought about how far we would go in demonstrating sex acts.

   "I'm willing for almost anything.  I don't want anything in my ass yet
and I haven't used my mouth on a boy.  I might not give a good blowjob
until I learn," I said with enough conviction that she accepted it.

   "Emily and I won't do anything together, but otherwise I'm willing,"
Kelly said.

   "What he said about the incest.  Otherwise, I've come pretty far and
pretty often since Monday morning.  I'll do all the stuff, but I might need
to learn more things than Pam.  One other thing - I'm afraid of Dan's
cock," Emily said.

   "With good reason," Dan agreed.  "Girls have been hurt so badly that
they stopped liking sex.  Pam and I do intercourse, but only when we have
enough time to start slowly."

   Mrs.  Miller thanked us for thinking it over so seriously.  She
acknowledged the pairing problem and the good reasons behind it.  She'll
have to think about what to ask of us.

   Mrs.  Miller offered the boys a chance for relief and they accepted. 
They asked for help, of course.  I kept my hand down and gave Emily a sly
signal to keep hers down, too.  I wanted to see if there would be any other
volunteers.  Four girls actually did offer to help.  The boys got the idea,
too.  The Program is meant to spread the experience around and mixing
participants with the rest of the students is important.  They picked two
of the girls.  Dan's choice has a particularly wide mouth.

   Dan sat on the stool and Kelly sat on the edge of Mrs.  Miller's desk.
Both girls got down in front of the boys and used their mouths.  I took
notes ...  well, I watched closely to check out their technique.  Both
girls went slowly at first trying to stimulate the guys' cocks all over.  I
think they were using their tongues in there, but I'm not sure.  After a
few minutes, they started bobbing their heads faster.  Their cheeks were
hollow like they were sucking hard, too.  Both boys gave ample warning that
they were ready to come.  The girls just kept sucking and swallowed all the
boys shot into them.

   Dan and Kelly took a while to recover while the girls wiped them off. 
The cleanup went quickly without all that semen to wipe up.  The boys
pronounced those blowjobs fully satisfying and thanked the girls profusely.

   They stayed teetering on the stool and desk while they recovered fully,
the video camera got set up and Mrs.  Miller started into the subject of
male sexual anatomy.  She had them stand and went over their general body
type, how well conditioned they are and the visible differences in muscle
mass.  Both their asses got hoots and whistles from the girls in the class.
Yes, they're that cute.

   The teacher burned a third of the class time before she got to the
important stuff.  She had them sit on the edge of her desk with their legs
spread.  Sound familiar?  She pointed out all the parts of their genitalia
and handed out an annotated picture of Dan's package.  She must have taken
it Monday like she did with me.

   "Boys, hold your penis up with a finger so the class can see all the
details and can see what's under it," she instructed.  "Class, file past
our fine specimens and check out all the things labeled on the diagram.  No
touching, please.  You Program girls will be last for a reason."

   The class trooped past Kelly and Dan.  That made them nervous enough to
keep them from getting erections.  At the end of the line, Mrs.  Miller
asked for help from Emily and me to correct that.

   "Girls, see if you can interest these boys enough that they become
aroused.  When they're ready, the class will pass by again to see the
difference and gentle touching will be allowed.  Are you agreeable?" she
was just being polite with her instructions.

   Emily went to Dan, put his hands on her boobs, bent to kiss him and
grabbed his dick.  That strong assault got him interested immediately.  He
filled her hands with his swelling cock and she gave him back a big smile
and more of the kisses.

   I pounced on Kelly and made an assault of my own.  I stroked one hand
down his front and the other up his leg while I kissed him.  When my hands
met at his crotch, I got down on my knees, lifted his dick and put it in my
mouth.  Kelly gasped, remembering and reliving the blowjob he'd just had. I
licked the underside of his shaft like Melissa suggested, and all around
his little head.  When he was wet and slippery, I did a few sucking
strokes. I had a gag reaction when he got in far enough to touch the back
of my mouth.  That also meant he was hard.  That's all I was supposed to
do, so I could quit right there.  I'll have to work on that gagging.

   Mrs.  Miller exchanged smiles with all four of us and complimented us on
how well we're doing with our own Program goals as well as helping her. 
She went into the mechanism of erection and what to notice about this
changed state.  She also pointed out that the boys' difference in length
almost vanished.

   She finished with, "There's quite a difference in length when males are
flaccid.  That difference is remarkably less when they become aroused. 
It's also true that, within limits, size doesn't matter to the satisfaction
a female gets from intercourse.  Kelly's size is quite normal and he'd be
comfortably exciting in virtually any vagina.  Dan, however, goes beyond
the limits.  Penetration with a penis of this size would take care,
lubrication and time."

   "But it's sure worth it," I interjected.

   Dan blushed, Mrs Miller laughed and quite a few students went, "Wow."

   "Alright, class, come forward and check out our models in this state. 
You may touch them, but it's not required.  Keep it gentle.  We want them
to last through the rest of the class," Mrs.  Miller instructed.

   The whole class filed by again.  Almost all the girls touched one or
both of the boys.  This was a real education for some of the virgins who
hadn't work up the courage to ask for any requests.  One of the boys
touched Kelly who looked shocked.  A stern scowl deterred him from trying
that with Dan.

   Mrs.  Miller again directed the cameraman to cut out most of the line
when it got repetitious.  She was there with him when the bell rang.  She
let the line finish before the boys were dismissed.  Everyone else could
leave.

   I went to her when she was alone and added the afterthought, "There are
other pairing combinations that might not work.  I'd do Emily in a
heartbeat, but I don't know whether she'd go along, let alone return it. 
The boys look like they're strictly hetero."

   "Good observation, Pam.  I was starting to consider those options," she
said.

   Emily already ducked out and had been taking requests in the hall.  Boys
are really into hugging her.  I got there about the same time Miss Forester
walked by.

   "Miss Forester?" Emily got her attention.  "We don't have to sit
separately or leave before the others in any other class.  Why in yours?"

   The teacher didn't seem to lose her temper, but said emphatically, "The
Program is unacceptable.  It doesn't belong in school and it won't be in my
class."

   She stomped away and we started discussing.

   "What is it?  Modesty?  She's not the naked one," from Kelly.

   "Maybe it's a sin in her religion," from Emily.

   "It's not jealousy.  She's totally hot," from me brought strange looks.

   "That's true, but I thought I'd be the one to say it.  Really, she only
talks about it in a school context.  It's hard to figure," said Dan.

   As usual, Miss Forester didn't call on any of us naked ones no matter
how often or how enthusiastically we raised our hands.  She did assign the
third chapter for tomorrow.  She also reminded the class that class time
was available Fridays for book report presentations.  She wants them spread
out because there won't be time to cram two reports from everyone in the
last week of the term.

   We left that class before the others as usual.  When the rest came out,
I started warning them.

   "Do this homework.  Be ready for a quiz," from me got scowls from the
other students, but they got the warning.

   We left for our art classes and passed the other grade wings along the
way.  The Program sophomores were getting hugged - a lot.  Melissa and Bill
looked like they were tolerating it, but would rather be with each other.
Dawn and Shawn were eating it up.  They were treating the requests the way
Emily did - with rubbing and kisses.  We waved with thumbs up on our way
by.

   We didn't see the seniors and we know where most of the juniors are.  I
got to art class and Crystal cornered me.

   "This is soo great.  Brian came over last night to study.  The studying
is supposed to be quiet, so my folks couldn't tell when we started making
out.  Somehow, my folks figured it out when we came downstairs.  They said
he shouldn't leave me wanting.  We screwed again and it was wonderful.  I
came down with him to say goodnight in the nude.  That was the first time I
took the Program home.  They made a few sly comments, but saved the big
talk until after Brian left," she told me.  "They'd been wondering how the
Program was going and when I`d start the outreach.  They were really
supportive and encouraging.  I think it helps that they like Brian.  You
help, too.  They saw us ...  you on the news and that helped them get ready
for it.

   "Now I'm wondering what to do with him for relief."

   "Hey, go for what's satisfying," I advised.

   Steve and Brian both asked for relief again.  They looked more
comfortable in front of the class this time.  I hope they've been getting
relief in other classes, but those juniors are so slow.  Both boys asked
for help.  Crystal didn't wait to be picked.  She got right beside Brian,
grabbed his dick, wrapped him in a tight hug and gave the rest of the class
a fierce, possessive look.

   Another girl, a junior, actually volunteered to help Steve.  She gave
him a good hand job, managed to avoid getting doused with his semen and got
appreciative thanks.

   Crystal spread her towel on the teacher's desk, lay back and spread
wide. She and Brian were going about it the same way as yesterday.  It
didn't come out the same, though.  They were more comfortable doing it with
each other and in school.  Brian had his hands all over her.  He must have
found places she likes.  Crystal moaned and started to squeal softly when
she reached her first climax.  Her second and third orgasms brought squeals
almost to screaming level.  She had a great triple.

   Crystal lay there on the desk recovering.  Brian was still over her
caressing her boobs and enjoying the legs around him.

   "This is my favorite class since Pam broke the ice," she said.

   "You broke it in enough junior classes, all three of you," said the girl
who helped Steve.

   Mrs.  Santucci eventually got to start class.  With the relief sex, a
merely naked teacher had to work to get the class' attention.  She went
into film cameras.  The only real difference is the film.  She said film
has some followers because of artistic preferences and two real advantages.
One is that it is more sensitive and can produce useable images in dim
light.  The other is that film has finer resolution.  Even with modern 30
megapixel digital cameras, film can record more fine detail.  She showed
film sheets, rolls, cans and cartridges.  She loaded one camera and took a
few pictures - mostly of the spent lovers Brian and Crystal.

   "Now the two reasons we prefer digital cameras for class come into
play," she explained near the end of the hour.  "First it takes time to
process the film before we see anything about the pictures.  Good
processing of a digital image takes time, too, but we see whether the
picture is worth it before we start.  The other point is that film
processing takes chemicals the school board doesn't want to be responsible
for exposing you to.  For class purposes, you'll be tested on film camera
stuff, but we'll use digital for the exercises.

   "You all said you have access to a digital camera.  Your assignment for
tomorrow is to try the various exposure settings - aperture versus shutter
speed if your camera can do that.  Check its performance in fading light if
it's a simpler one.  Bring the cameras.  We'll project the results in class
tomorrow."

   The bell rang then and the freshmen went to lunch.  Emily and Kelly were
bickering as they came out of the orchestra room.

   "...  You did so.  You called Dawn just to keep the phone away from me,"
Emily accused.

   "Hey, I waited until after you talked to Shawn for nearly an hour then I
only talked for half that.  Really, Em, sorry you think that," Kelly said.

   "So you both have things going now?" I asked.  "I should have noticed
you and Dawn this morning."

   Both O'Connells smiled at me and took off for the cafeteria as fast as
they could walk.  Dan watched them go by, then took my hand and we followed
after them.  They virtually pounced on Dawn and Shawn in the cafeteria. 
The hugs and kisses led to hands all over each other.

   "Hey, if you don't want lunch, go on outside.  I'm hungry.  See ya
later," I prodded them.

   They broke the hot clinches and we all went through the food line.  As
usual, there were fresh, clean towels draped over chairs at three of the
tables and we sat where we were supposed to ...  almost.  All three couples
sat very close together - almost on top of each other.  Dan and I played in
each others' laps as we had.  Kelly and Dawn snuggled right up to each
other and didn't break contact.  Emily and Shawn were even feeding each
other.  The students with us were a little frustrated at being ignored at
first.  They started to enjoy the shows after a little while.  We saved the
real action until we got outside.

   Dawn, Kelly, Emily and Shawn went directly to the grass when they got to
the courtyard.  All four of them must have been quite ready by then.  I
know I was.

   Emily pulled Shawn down on her again and they went at it for the second
time today.  She had him wrapped in her legs and he was thrusting into her
hard and fast.  She was smiling broadly, breathing in gasps and she gave a
delighted squeal with each thrust.  Her fingers were digging deeply into
Shawn's back.  I saw the scratches later.

   Kelly lay on his back and invited Dawn to perch on him.  She did.  She
soon had him inside her and started pumping up and down.  He had her boobs
in his hands most of the time and stroked down her front and across her
legs every now and then.  Her face looked like she was really getting into
it for a while, but then she sort of lost the feeling.

   "Get on me, Kelly.  You do it soo much better," she said as she got off
him and lay back on the grass.

   Kelly was like the rest of us in that he thought a girl could always do
a better job of exciting herself when she was free to move around.  Kelly
is the exception and Dawn had just figured that out.  Kelly rolled over
onto her and went at it like he had yesterday.

   Dan was flooded with requests.  He was the only Program boy the girls
could get close to.  A dozen girls tried to feel him here or there.  The
hugging started soon after that.  The girls took turns for short hugs to
feel Dan's huge hard cock pressing against them.  None of them did any
grabbing or stroking his cock.  They all wanted it the way it was.

   "You take that?  Damn," some of them said to me after the hug.

   Lots of boys were handling me, too.  A lot of them had felt my chest and
wanted to see if it felt any different now that it looks curvier and puffy.
They mostly agree that it did.  None of them said anything negative, but we
all knew I'd have more growing to do before I'll have a rack worth feeling.
My ass and pussy got a lot of action and better reviews.  The way that made
my pussy run wet, I wanted even more.

   Two boys there tossed a coin.  One was Eric from yesterday and he
suddenly looked very happy.

   "He wants to fuck you, too, so we tossed for it," he told me.  "I won -
at least the right to ask first."

   "Okay, Eric, but give others a chance.  Do you want to get on top this
time?" I asked.

   "I don't have to show anything if you're on top, Pam.  All I get are wet
shorts," he answered.

   "Ooh.  You need the Program.  I already said yes for now, but you'll
have to get naked to fuck me after this," I warned him.

   He dropped his jeans, lay on his back and I straddled him.  I reached
into his boxers and pulled his hard cock out.  I was ready from all the
groping, so he went right in.  The screwing went like yesterday.  I bounced
up and down and wriggled around on him.  He stroked my front and even made
appreciative `Mmm' noises when he held my boobs.  I was leaning forward so
my clit rubbed him all the time.  I got off and then did it again.  The
screams drew a lot of attention.  Yep, another double orgasm at lunch.  He
raised up under me when he came and I had to hold on with my legs.  He
filled me and all his stuff came back out onto his shorts after he got too
soft to stay in.  I'm glad he doesn't mind that.  I let as much as I could
run out before I got out a towel to wipe us off.  I left his softening dick
outside his boxers and he was embarrassed when he noticed a bunch of girls
looking.  Do you think I was naughty?

   Dawn and Emily were having great times of their own.  Everyone watching
could tell Emily felt better today than when she had her hymen burst.  She
may have had a triple and Dawn surely did with Kelly in her.  They had only
a little time for recovery and cuddling before the class bell rang.

   We walked in through the cafeteria and passed the juniors again. 
Crystal, Brian and Steve were standing there with their mouths open staring
at Brooke.  She had three boys with their hands in very intimate places. 
There were clear trails of her juices running down her legs.  The boys had
to hold her up, too.  She was getting passionately excited, breathing in
gasps and barely able to focus on anything.

   "Why didn't you tell me this is what I was missing?" she gasped as I
walked by.

   I gave her a questioning look with my smile.  Crystal answered the
question.

   "She started with the hugs before school and really started enjoying
touches after that.  It must have been the hugs that finally got to her,"
she conjectured.

   Dan was ready for relief in history class.  He asked for help and again
there were several volunteers.  One of the girls gave him a nice,
satisfying hand job.  She was wiping his cock and her hand off when he bent
down and gave her a little peck of a kiss and whispered his thanks.

   Mr.  Siever assigned the next chapter to conclude the unit on
pre-history and warned that the chapter after that would be assigned for
Monday.  That and the English gave me plenty to study after the class hour.
There was only one chapter to read for each class, so I got the reading and
the English questions finished.  That one comes first.  I'll really have to
be ready.

   Hugging dominated the requests between classes again before algebra. 
Lots of guys would get me in a hug then reach down to my ass or keep a hand
up on my boob.  That was okay, but my pussy felt neglected.  I could see
why Brooke would accept the more innocent hugging and how it could escalate
as she got turned on more and more.

   Emily was in more demand.  Hugging kept her busy and the boys used hands
on her like they did with me.  She looked almost bored.  That girl has
moved on from being the shy virgin.

   Ms Grisom ran algebra class true to form.  She called on Kelly and Dan
to do the first problems at the board.  There aren't any slow learners in
the AP algebra class.  Everyone noticed and snickers ran around the room.
She didn't humiliate the boys or call on them more than their share.  She
just made sure she got a good look at them by calling on them first.

   Emily was remarkable when she got her turn.  She did a fairly hard
problem and got it right.  She had a self-satisfied smile when she turned
around to return to her seat.  The smile dropped from her face when she saw
some hands up.  The class is allowed to ask questions if they don't get how
the solution works, or to challenge that the answer is wrong.  The
questions weren't the challenges Emily was afraid of.  For each of the
questions, she could bounce back to that part of her solution and explain
it.  The remarkable part is that she spoke clearly, looked at the class and
didn't clench her fists.  That girl has moved on from being the shy
student, too.

   Ms.  Grisom keeps the accelerated algebra moving right along.  She
assigned the next chapter for homework.  The homework load kept the four of
us from suggesting any getting together.  Emily reminded me of Coach
Reeves' reaction when we were late to tryouts yesterday.  That kept the
four of us from sticking around for requests after algebra.



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