The Substitute and the Condom (FFm, humil.)
	
The following work of fiction allegedly takes place in Karen Wagner's universe (http://www.asstr.org/~NIS/Naked.htm) and freely borrows or embellishes characters and situations invented by Karen Wagner and others. If it departs from Karen's vision, that's my fault. The perspective in this story is that of an adult. Like many, I find the "Naked in School" universe intriguing. My own personal interest (as if you care) is in the adults in that community.

Reading the fine stories that take place in the NIS universe, I couldn't help but wonder whether some of the mothers that chose to shop naked in the mall would succumb to feelings of arousal and enjoy liaisons with each other or with some of the men in town. I wondered whether Mr. Dilford's last, naked day of teaching would have any interesting consequences for him. And I wondered how society would adapt itself to include rituals of display and belonging.

This story is "free as in speech."

*****

The Substitute sighed as the first period’s students hustled out of the classroom. As usual with a substitute teacher, there had been a wholesale effort to keep him off balance and disrupt the class agenda. He had made a note of the obvious ringleaders and their clumsy efforts to goad the more gullible students into acting out.

As was quite usual in a high school setting, there would always be a good number of students who craved approval from their classmates and would expose themselves to punishment and embarrassment for the sake of superficial admiration from the more manipulative students with better social skills.

“Hey there!”

The Substitute looked up, and then grinned when he recognised Miss Hooker, the school’s biology teacher. She padded into the classroom, greeting a few of the remaining students, and then sat on his desk, idly swinging a foot.

“I wanted to ask you something,” she began. He nodded, encouraging her to continue.

“Have you noticed something odd going with the students in The Program?” she queried. He thought about it, but couldn’t think of anything unusual, and told her so.

“Well, perhaps it’s nothing, but I’ve noticed that lately one or two of the girls seem to be wearing labia adornments.” This caught his interest. “Well,” he said, “I have noticed a little jewellery here and there. But perhaps they are following the example set by some of the adults in the community.”

Mrs. Hooker laughed, and then she turned so that he could see her thighs where they disappeared up under her skirt. With a wink, she drew up her skirt, flashing her panty-less mons at him. He could see a pair of gold chains and weights emerging from between her outer lips. He flushed, feeling his erection pulsing to life.

There was a crash from the doorway. Mrs. Hooker dropped her skirt as they both turned to see one of the boys in the program drop to his knees to pick up his books.

“Todd!” she called out, “please be careful.” The student reddened, the awkwardly began piling his books up.

“Quite obviously,” The Substitute remarked dryly, “your jewellery has quite the impact.” The both laughed, and then she leaned forward over the desk and got a good look into his naked lap. Obediently, his erection rose further, thumping against his stomach.

“I can see that.” She agreed, winking at him. Then she became more serious. “But there’s something else.” She nodded toward the door. “Todd!” she called out again.

Todd nervously got up from the floor, collecting his last book, and came to stand before the desk. His body was wiry, but athletic. The Substitute remembered that Todd was a member of the school’s track and field team.

He was nearly naked, as required by the Program, yet… With a start, the Substitute realized that in addition to his all terrain running sandals, Todd was wearing a transparent condom.

“Why are you wearing a condom, Todd?” both teachers asked the question at nearly the same instant. Condoms were rarely used, ever since vaccinations had been developed for all known STDs and three-month birth control shots were mandatory for all students.

People still used them for hygienic reasons when engaging in impromptu anal sex, but the Substitute had certainly never seen someone wearing one like a piece of clothing.

Todd shifted, his body twisting and his eyes dropped to the floor. “No reason, I guess. It’s not against the rules of the Program, is it?” The teachers looked at each other.

In the substitute’s experience, when a student said “no reason,” he had a reason, and if he gave a reason for something, he probably didn’t have any reason at all. But there was no point cross examining him.

“I have no idea whether the Program prohibits condom, but you have my permission to wear it during this class today.” The Substitute announced. Todd thanked him and went to his seat, declining an opportunity for relief.

The classroom was now filling up, and Miss Hooker got up to leave. “Hey,” she said quietly, “keep an eye out for condoms. I’ve seen quite a few and I really want to find out what’s up.”

“Okay,” the Substitute agreed.

“By the way,” Miss Hooker continued, “are you free after school to compare notes?” The Substitute shook his head ruefully. “I have a lot of marking to do for…”

Miss Hooker jumped to her feet impatiently. “Okay, okay, you’re too busy to help me with my research, I understand.” The Substitute groaned. “Look,” he tried to explain.

Miss Hooker walked around the desk to stand beside him. “Just kidding, I do understand how much work they pile on substitutes around here. But if your schedule frees up, I’ll be ready at five.”

The Substitute looked up at her, softening. “You know I want to see you,” he said. His cock agreed, throbbing. She winked at him.

“If you can free up some time, it’ll be a strictly professional meeting, okay?” The Substitute nodded. At that, Miss Hooker squatted down, skirt bunching around her waist. The Substitute stated, astonished.

Miss Hooker’s left hand dropped to her vagina, spreading her outer lips lewdly. Her inner lips were clamped together by a clit clip. He could see the chains depending from it jingle as Miss Hooker stroked herself rapidly. She leaned forward and grasped his cock with her right hand. Before he could make a move, she engulfed his manhood in her mouth, tongue sliding along the bottom of his cock.

The Substitute shuddered as she drew his length into her throat. He swore he was thrusting against her tonsils. She bobbed once along his shaft then released him and stood up, licking her lips.

There was a cheer from the students and she turned, taking a mock curtsey.

She turned back to him. “I’ll see you at five.” He nodded. She’d made her point. And once again he was painfully unfulfilled as he stood to begin the lesson. As she took her leave, the catcalls began to fly from the students. He’d have to endure another difficult class.

*****

That afternoon, they met in the staff room promptly at five. A few of the other teachers were drinking coffee. Mme Duclos was laughing as she tried to teach one of the younger teachers the fine points of colloquial French.

“Tres bien,” Mme Duclos was saying, “and these?” her colleague hesitated as Mme Duclos took the young woman’s hands in her own and placed them on her bare skin.

“Les Doudounes?” she ventured timidly. Mme Duclos laughed. “ah, tres bien, you learn quickly. And now, remove that ridiculously English garment and show me La Noune…” The Substitute chuckled, and then turned his attention away from the beautiful pair back to Miss Hooker.

They fixed themselves coffees and settled into armchairs next to a sun-filled window. The Substitute swivelled his chair to face hers. They sat almost knee to knee.

“And how was your afternoon?” Miss Hooker began coyly as she placed her purse beside her chair. The Substitute laughed, and riposted easily. “Naturally, some things about this job are harder than others.” They both chuckled and as the memory arose, so did his sense of arousal.
	
“I wanted to take you in my mouth since I first saw you.” Miss Hooker confessed shyly. “And I,” said the Substitute, “cherish the desire to return the favour.”

He placed his coffee on the floor beside his chair and leaned forward. Miss Hooker matched his gesture and their lips met warmly. She opened her mouth with a sigh, and they kissed gently, lovingly. His hands reached across and she felt the strength of his embrace.

After what seemed like an eternity they parted and Miss Hooker gathered herself together with an effort, smoothing down her blouse. The Substitute shifted in his seat, adjusting his testes and wiping his thigh where cock had drooled pre-cum in a glutinous stream.

“So,” she said, “here’s what I found out about the condoms.” The Substitute nodded, sipping his coffee as she began her narration.

“Todd was in my 3:30 human sexuality class. I selected him for a demonstration.

“I had him lie on his front in the centre of the class on one of the tables. I lowered the lights and began to discuss the relationship between muscular stimulation and arousal.”

The Substitute continued to nod, the warm afternoon sunshine washing over his naked body.

“As I spoke, the class became very quiet, watching Todd’s body.

“I started to massage Todd, my hands working his shoulders and back. I had prepared a bottle of baby oil by warming it in a beaker of warm water, and as I worked the hot oil into his muscles he stretched and relaxed visibly.

“My hands worked his back muscles as I described his response to those of the class that couldn’t see clearly. As my hands dropped towards his waist, his butt cheeks seemed to tense, anticipating my touch.

“I spoke soothingly to him, urging him to relax and open himself to my touch. As my hands worked the oil into the upper part of his ass, he seemed to accept them, relaxing and opening.”

Miss Hooker’s voice was soothing the Substitute, and he found himself relaxing, his thighs opening to thrust his cock and balls into the open. He flinched slightly as he felt her hand on his thigh, but then fell back into his reverie as she stroked his thigh gently.

“I massaged the oil into his ass, probing deeply into his strongest muscles, undoing the deep knots. As my hands kneaded him, his anus peeped and winked at me. I avoided touching him there, wanting to demonstrate the power of muscular stimulation on arousal.”

Both of Miss Hooker’s hands now rested on his thighs, and he leaned back as she caressed him in long strokes from knee to upper thigh. His hard cock waved and his balls seemed to swell and they grew very warm.

“As I moved to have better access to the backs of his thighs, I could also see his testes, swollen with a need for relief. I was grateful that he hadn’t asked for relief, as his responses would be more sensitive.

“My hands now worked the oil between his cheeks and into his upper thighs. He spread his legs wide, opening himself and giving me full access to his ass and tender balls.”

Miss Hooker’s hands danced along the Substitute’s thighs. His eyelids grew heavy and he leaned back, spreading his own legs as she described Todd’s reactions. His cock bobbed in the sunlight, but Miss Hooker was careful not to touch it.

“My hands worked his legs, squeezing the muscles of his inner thighs and massaging his hamstrings. The class was very quiet, and in the lowered light I couldn’t make out the expressions on the faces of most of the students.

“I could see that the students closest to me were paying rapt attention. Seated on a stool I could see Melanie Bush, one of the quieter students in the class. She had gone through the Program the year before without much incident, but I had never seen her participate in anything remotely sexual. She was a good student and seemed to be paying rapt attention.

“I turned back to Todd and breathed deeply as I massaged his body. Mixed in with the scent of the baby oil was the unmistakable aroma of an aroused woman. I couldn’t see any girls in the program, and I wondered for a moment if someone was standing very close behind me.

“As I gazed on Todd’s young, firm ass and plump, swollen balls I realized suddenly that I was aroused, and that I smelt my own natural reaction. Can you smell my arousal now?”

The Substitute nodded wordlessly, not wanting to break the hypnotic spell of her story. His limbs felt heavy and the warmth of the room seemed to have risen, making his eyelids droop further and further.

Miss Hooker continued, speaking softly. “I instructed Todd to turn over, and he did so without rising, his eyes closed. As he settled down into position on his back, I unbuttoned my blouse. I was conscious of the eyes of the class on me as my brassiere was exposed to the students.”
	
“I rolled up the blouse and slid it under the small of Todd’s back, positioning him with my hands.”

As Miss Hooker spoke, her hands left the Substitute and she unbuttoned her blouse. Leaning forward slightly she shrugged it off and let it drop to the chair behind her. The Substitute's lips parted and his sleepy eyes followed the contours of her cleavage. Through the ornate lace he could see her darkened aureole and her engorged nipples strained to free themselves.

“Todd lay on his back, condom-clad erection against his stomach. My hands now worked his quads. His muscles were firm and dense, the product of hard hill running. I felt my lips engorge and with every movement I made, the clit clip tingled and teased me.

“Todd’s eyes were closed, and he lay in a half-sleep. I moved up his sides to his pectorals, working his chest with both hands. I pointed out his arousal and relaxed state to the class.”

“Todd,” I spoke to him softly, “how are you feeling right now?”

“Sleepy, Miss Hooker,” he replied. I urged him to speak in more detail, and he replied in halting, dozy sentences.

“I feel like my bones are heavy… like my body is in a warm bath… like I am cuddling with a naked woman… like my cock is in a woman’s mouth…” I let him trail off on his own. I could hear scratching sounds as some of the students took notes.

“I heard what I thought were the sounds of clothing being removed or circumvented. I chose not to follow up on that, I didn’t want to break the spell.”

“Todd,” I asked, “would you like relief right now?” He nodded in slow motion, a smile playing across his face. I heard a rustle of hands as the usual suspects volunteered to assist.

“Todd, there’s just one problem, you’re wearing a condom. Why are you wearing a condom?” I asked softly. He shook his head in slow motion, turning away from me.

“I moved around his body, my hands gently maintaining his arousal, until I was at the top of the table with his head facing me. I leaned forward, the lace of my bra brushed against his cheek. He turned, and I planted the full weight of my chest over his face, imprisoning him in my bosom.

“Why are you wearing a condom?” I asked again. He tried to shake his head again, but I could feel his resistance was ebbing, especially with his face buried between my breasts.

“I…” he faltered, and I encouraged him to continue. “Miss Hooker, this condom was placed on me.” I asked him why, and he struggled, shaking his head from side to side.

“Why was this condom placed on you?” I asked again, but before he could demur again, I saw Melanie put her books aside and step down from the school.

“Melanie?” I was confused. She placed her hands over mine and removed them from Todd’s body with an assurance I hadn’t expected. I watched as her hands knowingly moved down to Todd’s cock.

“Todd,” her voice carried a tone of authority. I knew immediately Todd would respond, and he did, nodding. “Todd, tell Miss Hooker why I placed this condom over your cock.”

Todd groaned, his hips writhing as she milked him through the latex sheath. He opened his mouth, gasping. “Miss Hooker, Melanie place this condom over my cock to show that I’m hers and that my cock is available to her whenever she wants to use it, and to reserve my cum for herself and herself alone.”

“I was stunned. I stood there frozen, staring at the tableau before me. Melanie gripped his latex-clad cock in both hands, pumping and twisting simultaneously.

"Todd's hips lifted and his back arched as Melanie finished him off. I could see his ass clench and in several long, shuddering spurts, he came. I could see the head of the condom bubble and fill with his emissions. I felt hot, frustrated. The thin latex barrier seemed to deny me access to his semen.

“I desperately wanted to see his cum arching through the air, to feel its ht wetness on my skin, to taste it as it filled my mouth and coursed down my throat, to feel it filling my vagina, even to feel the hot splash in my entrails and its inevitable ooze out of my body.

“I was astounded at the depth of feeling. I have watched students come in my class so many times and in so many circumstances without feeling anything more than a temporary, superficial lust. Semen has flew through my classroom so much that I can't think of a spot on the floor that hasn't held a puddle at one time or another.

“Yet somehow this thin, translucent condom made me want Todd's semen in the worst way. I suddenly realized Melanie was looking at me, and the look on her face was triumphant, victorious. I realized that her quiet demeanour concealed a calculating emotional intelligence.

“Melanie was exercising control and dominance over Todd, a natural social behaviour amongst teens. And she was also establishing her rank amongst the other females by increasing the desirability of her mate. By her obvious control over his sexual juices, she was exercising a privilege of rank denied to her peers and even to me, her teacher.

“I wondered briefly if this was a trend amongst the students, or if Melanie was responsible for all of the condoms I had seen. I thanked the two of them and dismissed the class.

Moments later, I was in the biology supply closet, skirt around my waist, brassiere on the floor, legs akimbo, both hands between my legs as I exploded like a firework show. I couldn't shake the image of Melanie masturbating Todd through the condom as the class looked on. As the lights faded and I returned to earth, I plunged my fingers into myself, pumping and twisting into my hole just as Melanie had pumped and twisted Todd's cock.

"I imagined Todd mounting me, pumping me, his hips swivelling as he pounded me back into orbit. I imagined what I would feel as he came inside me, spurting and throbbing. I felt a frustration so deep I literally wailed as I imagined the feeling of the latex condom inside me preventing me from feeling his hot skin and the warm wash of sperm.

"And then I recalled the look on Melanie's face, the look that said Todd was her man and she was his girl. A look I'd seen on the face of girls who proudly wore their beau's sperm on their clothes, breasts, and even throats. With a hoarse cry I was coming again, this time with deep, shuddering contractions. I collapsed, exhausted."

Miss Hooker leaned forward, her breath hot against the Substitute’s chest hair. The Substitute wanted to place his arm around her shoulders, but he felt a lethargy he could not shake. He was dimly aware of his surroundings. A few of his colleagues had stopped what they were doing and were watching him. He felt a lassitude, a complete lack of inhibition and reservation.

Mme Duclos and her colleague seemed to have finished the French lesson. They languidly wandered over to observe Miss Hooker and the Substitute. Mme Duclos' blouse had opened, and the two halves hung over her full, dark breasts concealing only the nipples. She had left her skirt on her chair, and out of the corner of his eye the Substitute could see that she kept herself entirely shaved. Her colleague rested her head on Mme Duclos' shoulder, idly playing with a lock of her hair. 

Miss Hooker swivelled the Substitute's chair around to face Mme Duclos. He heard a scrape as she dragged hers closer to his. He felt her breath, hot on his neck, and then a series of soft caresses as her lips wandered over his shoulders. Her hands worked his shoulders and chest, stroking and teasing his nipples to life.

Mme Duclos stared into his eyes. His gaze dropped to her mons. Her outer lips were engorged, almost completely trapping the inner lips. There was just the tiniest hint of her dark inner lips peeping out, proclaiming her arousal. Her hands caressed her colleague's breasts, offering them to the Substitute, or so he thought. But then the colleague stepped forward and padded around the armchair, and the Substitute could hear the unmistakable sounds of a kiss as she embraced Miss Hooker.

He groaned in frustration. Miss Hooker's movements became more erratic as something obviously physical transpired behind him. He wanted to turn and participate, but Mme Duclos held him in her gaze as she ran her hands down her sides and over her full, mature hips, then around and across her belly, drawing his eyes inevitably back up to her breasts as she opened her blouse and lifted her breasts in offering.

The Substitute has rock hard, erection throbbing and pulsing with a desire to bury itself in Mme Hooker and Mme Duclos. The Substitute imagined himself driving Miss Hooker back to the wailing, guttural throes of orgasm she had described to him. He imagined mounting Mme Duclos' aristocratic body and pumping himself within her as she whispered endearments in French.

With a start he realized that Miss Hooker's hands had dropped to his cock and she was holding him firmly, pointing him at Mme Duclos. Mme Duclos advanced, and the Substitute's mouth ran dry with anticipation. Then he smelt a sudden waft of something clinical, an unmistakable smell. He looked down just in time to see Miss Hooker's free hand brandishing a rolled up red condom.

“Miss Hooker?” He whispered. With her free hand, she rolled the condom down over his swollen purple glans, imprisoning the head of his cock. Mme Duclos now stood directly before him. The Substitute imagined himself exploding, spurting his seed through the air and onto her loins. Yet with the condom in place he knew he was denied that pleasure. He felt a deep frustration paired with his lust.

As Miss Hooker rolled the condom down his shaft, smoothing it into place, he imagined himself buried inside her, feeling her shudder, clasped within her grip as she contracted and orgasmed around him. And again, the feel of the condom reminded him that he would be unable to fill her, unable to plant his seed within her deepest organs.

Miss Hooker began to work his shaft, stroking him faster and faster. He clutched the armchair, trying to hold out. The feel of her hand through the condom was unusual, but exciting. Mme Duclos straddled him, throwing her legs over the arms of the chair, her vagina spread, wetness exposed and vulnerable. She leaned forward, thrusting a breast into his mouth. The Substitute closed his eyes and suckled her, giving himself over to the women and their control.

Miss Hooker continued to pump his cock, moving it to run along the length of Mme Duclos's furrow, then holding it steady as Mme Duclos shifted, trapping his manhood in her ass cheeks. Mme Duclos began to roll her hips, grinding her vagina on the Substitute's belly. With every roll, her rear worked his condom-clad cock from side to side. Miss Hooker released her grip, her fingers now stroking his length as she caressed Mme Duclos' ass.

The Substitute felt spasms as the semen rose from his balls and threatened to rush through his cock, soaking himself inside the condom. He held back with an effort as Miss Hooker's fingers urged him on, goading him to explode into the condom.

Miss Hooker’s breath warmed his ear as she whispered to him. “We're taking you to O’Malley’s for dinner and drinks. You’ll be hard for us all night, I’ll see to that. You’ll be quite the spectacle, it’s Ladies Night and we expect a big crowd.” The Substitute groaned aloud, imagining the scene at the blue collar pub. 

Behind him, he heard cries and felt Miss Hooker's hand fluttering, quite obviously the result of her colleague's ministrations. Mme Duclos was moving faster and faster, and the Substitute had a sudden vision of her impaled on his erection, twisting and pumping as she orgasmed for him. He imagined the moment of their coming together, his cock throbbing and his balls twitching as his come rushed out to flood her belly.

The Substitute groaned around he breast in his mouth, the latex condom gripping and pinching his cock. He thought of the feeling of coming inside the condom as Mme Duclos took her pleasure from him. And the feeling of frustration, of coming with his seed trapped, unable to fill her, drove him over the edge. With a hoarse cry, his hips lifted them both up and he felt his testes convulse as they drove a mighty rush of sperm through his penis.

Locked to his body, Mme Duclos was raking her breasts across his face now, calling out, words tumbling from her lips as she whipped her head from side to side, "le petite mort... morte... morte..." Her hands clenched his arms, and he felt a rush of wetness over his belly and down into his fur. With a few final, deep throbs and twitches his cock pumped the last spurts of come into the condom. He slumped, exhausted.

He felt rather than saw Mme Duclos' head settle onto his shoulder and heard the soft sounds of kisses as the three women celebrated their union. Around him, he heard shuffling as his other colleagues returned to whatever they had been doing, or perhaps to begin trysts stimulated by what they had seen. Once again he heard Miss Hooker's whispers in his ears.

"Ready to go? We want to get you a good seat, perhaps right on stage..."
