Simon and Becky Ch. 05

Becky and I were sitting drinking a quiet coffee after breakfast, and feeling just a little awkward after the night before. Our relationship was not that old and we had taken things a little further than we had expected, - in the verbal sense, that is. We have been telling each other of our secret longings, and last night we had agreed that we should try and make them happen. But now, of course, we were both wondering if the other had meant what they had said, or if there were now to be regrets and recriminations. So far we had both deliberately avoided mentioning the previous night. I decided it was time to take the bull by the horns.

“Becky?” Her head swung around. “Was there anything said last night that worried you?”

“Yes.” Tears sprang into her eyes, and my heart sank.

“What?” I had to ask, but I dreaded the wrong answer.

“I think I admitted to too much and I’m scared of losing you!”

A tear spilled down her face, but for a minute I didn’t realise what she had said. Then the penny dropped and I felt the most overwhelming relief.

“Thank God for that!” She looked at me in complete astonishment. “I feel exactly the same. I thought you’d think me a complete jerk for saying that I’d like to watch you fuck someone else.”

She had just the beginnings of relief on her face too, behind the tears. “And I thought you’d hate me for saying I’d like to! I thought you’d get jealous and end it.”

“And I was worried that you might. But we’re not thinking of having affairs, are we? We’re only looking to act out our fantasies, and if it’s done by mutual consent there shouldn’t be a problem, should there?

“Oh, Simon. I do so want for us to enjoy being together. I do want us to do the things we want to try, and I won’t be jealous, ever.”

“If ever we find that things are getting too heavy, can we make a pact that we can tell each other that, and we’ll stop?”

Becky smiled with relief as she dabbed the remaining tears from her cheeks. “Yes, that’s a good idea. I somehow don’t think that will happen, but it’s good to have a sort of ‘get out clause’, isn’t it?”

“It sure is, and that reminds me, you haven’t said, but did you like being tied to the bed last night?”

“Ooooh!” She groaned with pleasure as the memory was brought back to her. “Oohh yes, very much, you can do that again whenever you want.”

“Good, and believe me, I will. We got a bit sidetracked into your dream last night, so you didn’t get half the abuse I intended, but don’t worry, you will next time.”

“Oohh! I like the word ‘abuse’, I can’t wait.” She was beaming now, her misgivings behind her.

“Right, so that’s us sorted.” Now I wanted to lighten the mood. “What would you like to do today? Shall we take the day off work and go out for a drive? I’ll ring in sick for you if you’ll ring in for me.”

“Now that sounds a brilliant idea. I know, let’s have a picnic where we stopped that first night on the way home.”

“You mean where you first seduced me?” She had the good grace to smile at that remark.

“Yes, if we can find it again.”

“Oh, I can find it, all right. I think about it every time I drive past.”

Becky jumped from her chair and headed for the larder. “What shall we take to eat?” She asked over her shoulder. With the weight of last night lifted from her she was all enthusiasm for the new day. Emotionally volatile would be a good description of Becky at times.

“Whatever you like. But don’t forget, if we run out of food we can always eat each other.”

Her tinkling laugh came back to me. “We’ll probably do that anyway, won’t we?

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By early afternoon we were sprawled side by side in place near to where we had been on that first night. We had wanted, for sentimental reasons I suppose, to plonk ourselves down in exactly the same spot, but the farmer was busy mending a broken fence close by there, so we moved about half a mile further on. This place was a clearing in open woodland rather then tree dotted pasture, and all the more romantic for that. It was a lovely warm afternoon and the sunshine came through the trees, dappling the ground and dancing in the very slight breeze.

Our picnic was eaten, our wine was nearly drunk and we were propped like bookends on one elbow facing each other and indulging in the sort of silly inconsequential conversations that lovers do. And as we lay there I became conscious of a bird singing its heart out in the branches somewhere above us, a beautiful liquid song that penetrated through the summer woodland as if he were celebrating the sunshine. Now I’m a city boy really, and I only know sparrows and pigeons by name, but Becky is good with bird identification and I asked her just what bird it was.

She stopped and listened intently for a few moments then stated that it was a robin, the little red breasted bird with the big voice. I can’t remember hearing anything so melodic for a long time and we became silent for a while just listening to its song. Neither of us knew where it was, but the sound seemed to be coming from somewhere behind Becky and she rolled onto her back in an attempt to trace it. She lay with one of her knees raised, one arm beside her and the other thrown across her face to shield her eyes from the sunshine. Now I had something beautiful to listen to, and something beautiful to look at, for her nipples stood prominent and proud against her thin cotton top.

Eventually the little bird fell silent, but we were so relaxed in the warmth and solitude of the wood that neither of us spoke and neither of us moved, we just quietly enjoyed each others company and absorbed our surroundings. After a while Becky looked across at me and reached for my hand, an affectionate smile on her lips. I smiled back as she gripped my fingers with hers as a child would do, love passing silently between us.

But she was no child and the temptation to kiss her became too much in the end and I slowly shuffled across the gap between us, leaning over her to lower my face to hers. Her arms softly circled my back and she pulled me to her, her lips parting with a sigh to admit my tongue in a gentle display of affection. We kiss a lot, Becky and I, and sometimes it leads to other things, and sometimes it doesn’t. This, I was sure, was one time when kissing would be enough.

There is though, the saying about ‘you never can tell’, and after a while this proved to be one of the other times instead. That was because it was so warm we were both wearing very light clothing, and I could feel Becky’s nipples hardening against my chest, drawing my attention back to the pure sexiness of her figure. Then it wasn’t long before my hand was burrowing under her top in search of those hard little nipples. Even so, we were both in a loving rather than horny mood, so I didn’t expect more than a little ‘touchy feely’ to happen. And for a while nothing did, I rested my hand on her breast, gently moulding the soft flesh and rolling the nipple between my fingers as we continued to kiss and cuddle. But then she moved sideways a little to get more comfortable and I removed my hand to let her settle, but her top had dropped back into place and denied me an easy return.

Instead of bothering to find my way back under her clothes I began running my hand up and down the outside of her body instead, initially from shoulder to hip, but then, because her knees were raised and within fairly easy reach, from shoulder to knee. Then I suppose it was inevitable that my caresses would cause her skirt to slip, exposing her lovely strong thighs to my touch. I couldn’t resist, and to be honest I didn’t really try, I began running my hand gently down her thigh from her knee to the outside edge of her panties, not touching her anywhere intimate, but just enjoying the soft smooth feel of the skin on her legs.

Of course, it didn’t stay that way for long. Becky sighed with lazy pleasure and let her legs drift slightly apart, giving me brief sight of pale lemon underwear before she pulled me back down to her and proceeded to kiss me with definite intent. Now, obviously, reaching the far side of her leg was much more difficult while held so close, and so I transferred my attentions to the inside of her nearer leg, reaching back to run my hand along the creamy softness of her inner thigh. Becky responded with a little ‘mmm’ each time my hand reached the top (or is that the bottom?) of her leg, especially if the side of my hand made a slight contact with the crotch of her briefs. Her legs were slowly coming further apart with each approach of my hand. She was beginning to want more than just a cuddle, and so was I.

The next step was for me to stop stroking her leg and just concentrate on the bit covered by her briefs, and as soon as I did that her legs came wide apart, her breath hissed in my ear and her arms held me even tighter. It was nice though, even through her panties I could feel the puffiness of her labia that gave her pussy that beautiful ’squidgy’ feel of arousal, and within only a very few minutes her juices had dampened her crotch and she started moaning softly as I played with her through the thin layer of material. Finding the damp spot I pressed my finger against it, as if trying to penetrate her through her underwear and she moaned again, then I dragged my fingernail along her panty covered slit, and the moaning increased. Becky was becoming fully aroused and ready to fuck, and I was getting to be more than willing.

“Let go a minute, sweetheart.”

Until I spoke softly into her ear she was holding me tight and close, and reluctant to leave go of me, even though I was pulling gently against her. But as soon as I asked she released me, sitting up slightly and with a questioning look on her face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

Crouching down, I moved awkwardly round to kneel between her legs, where I stopped for a moment, fascinated by the dark stain of her juices on the crotch of her flimsy lemon briefs. Then I reached under her skirt for the waistband and Becky, seeing what I intended, raised herself slightly onto feet and elbows to allow me to remove them. I tugged gently on the soft material, trying to ease them over the full globes of her bottom, gradually working them down until I could slide them along her legs and, as I moved back out of the way, unhook them from her feet and drop them onto the grass beside us.

Becky needed no bidding for her next action, without speaking or asking, she silently reopened her legs, giving me a gloriously perfect view of her pussy. This was the view I first had when we got together after our fateful drive home, and it’s a picture that has stayed with me since. God, she is beautiful.

It was extremely arousing to gaze unhindered at her most intimate place, to notice the shiny slickness of her hole, the puffiness of her labia and the rigid little soldier of her clitoris standing to attention between them. I could see that Becky was very turned on and just waited to be fucked, and she did look so inviting.

I knelt before her, undoing my trousers in order to push them down, along with my shorts. Becky watched intently, her eyes hungry as they fixed themselves on my cock. Then I leaned forward, lowered myself carefully on top of her and let my tip slide gently between her slippery pussy lips. As always, she felt fantastic, the soft wet warmth opening to admit me, yet still remaining tight enough for me to feel her muscles gripping my shaft. I remained still, just absorbing the feeling, allowing it to turn me on even more, before I started gently and slowly thrusting into her.

I love to start slowly and gradually build up speed. It allows me to enjoy the full sensations of fucking this beautiful woman, and it gives Becky the chance to pull me close and explore my mouth with her tongue, just as she did this time. Her arms had locked around my neck once more and her lips were clamped over mine so that the little grunting noises she was making vibrated through my mouth.

Little by little I picked up speed, thrusting harder and harder, fucking her faster and faster, until soon I was ramming into her as hard as I could and her little noises had given way to vocal gasps and cries, still uttered straight into my open mouth. By now she was hanging on to my neck like grim death, trying not to let go as I fucked her, each plunge into her sending shocks through her body and threatening to break her grip. We didn’t last long this time, passion and lust had kicked in and we came like express trains, breaking our kiss at last and shouting our happiness into each others ears. So much for the gentle, loving sex that I had intended when I went to lie on top of her.

After it was over we lay looking at each other, silent except for gasping breaths, Becky using my shadow to shield her eyes from the sunlight. I don’t think either of us wanted to move, to be the one to break the contact, but my cock was subsiding, and threatening to slip from her pussy, and I guessed that her legs were becoming stiff from their wide open position, so I made the break, easing myself from her body and rolling over to lie winded beside her.

Now we both lay on our backs, using one hand to shield our eyes, and both too spent to worry about covering ourselves up for the moment. Becky lay, knickerless, with her skirt around her waist and her legs a little way apart, and I still had my trousers around my knees, my poor worn out cock resting softly on my stomach. The only movement we made was when Becky reached across and took my hand in hers once more.

“Can we do that again?” She asked.

“If you mean today, you’re going to have to wait a while, I’m knackered.”

“I don’t mind waiting, that was lovely. I’ll leave my knickers off, and then you can just start when you’re ready.”

What an invitation. “Mmmmm. That sounds good to me, but let me get my breath back first.”

She smiled at me, squeezed my hand and laid back to rest beside me.

Within minutes the heat of the sun, the soft rustle of the trees, and the post coital lethargy we both felt, began to make our eyelids droop and we were in danger of falling asleep in our somewhat embarrassing state of dress. I made to pull my hand from Becky’s in order to pull my trousers up, but she held on to it, trying to prevent me from moving.

“I’ve got to move, darling, or I’ll fall asleep with my trousers down and someone might come along.”

“I don’t care. Let them see, they’ll only be jealous.” She said, but she let go of my hand anyway.

I sorted my trousers out and made myself decent, but all Becky did was to sort of flick her skirt over herself without really making sure her pussy was covered. As it happens, it was, but there was a good bit of thigh on show and a bit of breeze would reveal all. I’m sure she realised that, and wanted to take the tiny risk it involved. As for me? Well, I felt a tired little stirring in my pants at the thought of some lucky sod getting an eyeful.

I lay back down and our hands found each other again, and within minutes the sun had worked its magic and we were both asleep.

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Wakefulness came with the sound of voices. It took me a moment to register where I was, and as soon as I did I cast about, wildly looking for the source of the noise and at the same time checking that Becky was respectable. She was, and she was still sleeping, but from somewhere other people were coming closer, and I didn’t know where. Although the woodland was broken up by open spaces, it was till thick enough to hide what sounded like another couple.

Then I saw them, a quick movement caught my eye some fifty yards or so away through the trees and as I swivelled my head I spotted the billow of a blanket being shaken out to lay on the ground in a nearby clearing. They were pretty much hidden by foliage, but I could distinguish a blonde woman and a dark haired man, both apparently in business suits. It was impossible to make out ages, but their actions suggested a couple escaped from the office for an afternoon’s dalliance and that she was probably younger than him. Then, even as I watched she sank to her knees on the blanket and began to unbutton his fly.

It didn’t seem fair for Becky to miss out on the entertainment, so I gently shook her shoulder, putting my finger to my lips as her eyes popped open.

“What is it?” She asked quietly as she became alert. I pointed silently in the direction of our neighbours and she propped herself onto her elbows to look.

“Oohh!” She said as she spotted them, raising herself higher and craning her neck for a better look. “How long have they been there?”

“Just arrived I think, they woke me up,”

“Do they know we’re here?”

“No, I don’t think so by the look of things, do you?” By now the blonde was sucking hard on the mans cock as it protruded from his flies.

“Do you think they’d let us watch?” Her voice came in an excited whisper.

“I doubt it, Becky, and anyway, we are watching.”

“Yes, but we can’t see much from here.” She stopped and looked about her. “Can we get closer?”

I’d already been wondering the same thing and I’d spotted a fallen tree only eight or ten yards from the couple, with a fringe of new little branches springing up along its length.

“Do you reckon we can get behind that log?” I asked her, pointing to the tree in question.

Her answer was a quick determined crawl from our present hiding place towards what was to be our new one, moving from cover to cover as she went. Amazed by her sudden decisiveness I took the only option left to me, and followed on hands and knees. We had little likelihood of being seen, they were far to engrossed in what they were doing, but it was a nerve racking half a minute before we were safely behind the tree trunk, both kneeling and peering through the new growth at the man and woman in clear sight only a few yards in front of us.

Becky looked across at me and smiled excitedly. “This is better.”

“Have you had army training?” I asked half seriously, thinking of the confident way she had moved up on her quarry. Her only reply was a quick smile.

We could now see them both very clearly now. She was a blonde woman of around thirty, full figured and maybe running a little to fat, with highlighted long blonde hair in a complicated style and wearing heavy make up. Her mouth was fastened tightly around her partners cock and she was sucking hard enough for her cheeks to be drawn in.

He was not as much older as I had thought, probably mid thirties, tall, slim, and well proportioned, with a thick mane of jet black hair and a droopy Mexican style moustache. His mouth was open and his eyes closed as he enjoyed the blonde’s mouth working on his cock.

They were both dressed for the office, he in a dark grey suit and white shirt, with a tie hanging unfastened around an open collar, revealing a tuft of thick black chest hair. She wore a dark blue two piece over a pale blue blouse, the blouse trimmed, if that’s the word, with a cloud of frilly lacework. The whole effect was to look a little overdone for both of them, and very incongruous in the circumstances.

Becky settled herself kneeling on her haunches, folding her arms over the fallen trunk and resting her chin on the backs of her hands, watching the pair before her with rapt attention. I knelt next to her; very glad of the twigs that hid us and unsure if I should watch Becky’s wide eyed face or the couple that held her attention. In the end I did a bit of both.

After a minute or two she leaned towards me and whispered. “Do you think they’d mind if they knew we were watching?”

“I rather think they would, they don’t look the type to me. Is it turning you on watching them?”

“Just a little bit.” She answered, meaning ‘rather a lot, actually.’ I could tell by her rapid breathing that the sight was getting to her. “I’d love it if they knew.”

There was still, though, one problem, which became quite evident now that he had shrunk. He was so small. That was actually acceptable. But, not being circumcised his foreskin fully hid the head of his penis. She really wanted the students to have the opportunity to draw the full thing. The head of the penis was really quite important to include. “Excuse me, Michael,” she said as she reached out and carefully took hold of his penis to pull back the foreskin.

Chrissie could see the embarrassment in his eyes. “What’s she doing?” she whispered. Michael just shook his head.

“Oh, that’s a lot better, Mrs. Canfield,” Stacy said. All of the girls appreciated that.

Mrs. Canfield proceeded to move and place his penis in various locations and poses, to see what might provide the best effect. Frankly, though, it wasn’t a lot to work with, and it just seemed to want to flip back to its original position.

Michael closed his eyes, trying to ignore the fact that Mrs. Canfield was, once again, handling his penis while, at the same time, he was holding a very attractive and naked girl to his body; her warm full breast pressing against him; her soft breathing being felt by the rising and falling of her breast; the scent of her shampoo, her lotion, her perfume, drifting so nicely through the air.

“I think it looks best poking up to the left, don’t you girls?” She held it in place so they could see the effect. They just giggled. “It’s like he’s looking up to her, wanting to get her attention.” She continued to hold him there, studying the pose, considering whether she might even use some scotch tape to hold it in place. She could double stick it so that the tape couldn’t be seen.

This was too much attention and Michael felt himself beginning to swell.

“Oh goodness!” Ms Canfield exclaimed, quickly letting go.

However, it was too late to stop the growth. The blood flowed into his cock. It slowly but surely swelled and grew, climbing up his thigh, now actually pointing in the direction she wanted, up toward Chrissie.

“Oh my,” Mrs. Canfield continued to say. Giggles and titters were sweeping across the girls. “Now stop that Michael,” she said, quite ineffectively tapping on it, like she was scolding a puppy trying to jump onto some furniture. Some of the girls burst out laughing. The authority of Mrs. Canfield could go a long way toward getting kids to behave, but simply ordering a young penis to stop swelling was a bit beyond her power.

It really wanted to stretch out. Michael knew that he could not will it to stop and, frankly, the pleasure it gave him was simply too hard to resist. For the moment, at least, he gave in to the fact that he had the naked Chrissie in his arms, his naked cock swelling up with desire. He considered even giving her a kiss.

Chrissie, of course, knew what was happening but she couldn’t see anything. However, when his cock finally reached its maximal size, she did feel it. The soft head eventually reached up to touch her thigh. “Michael,” she softly scolded him, and shifted her thigh away.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered back. “I just couldn’t help it.”

She wasn’t angry. She understood that boys would have trouble with things like that, and she knew that he was as much embarrassed about this as he was aroused. It’s not like he did it on purpose. She smiled at him and, in a brief moment of sympathy, she gave him a quick peck on the lips. “That’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

“We could draw it like this,” Tiffany suggested; a suggestion not well received by Jimmy. He had no interest in drawing a male erection.

Mary pressed the suggestion of Tiffany. “Yes, please, Mrs. Canfield, it will be more realistic this way, you know, cause, um, two lovers naked like that, well, it’s bound to happen.” Many of the girls chimed in with their enthusiasm and support for the idea. They really wanted to draw Mikey with a stiffie.

Jamie even volunteered to help. “If it goes down, I’d happy to help get it back up again.”

That produced an even louder response from the class, as many of the girls wanted that job. “No, no, pick me!” “I’ll do it.” Stacy even exclaimed, “I know how. I’ve done it lots of times,” which brought out guffaws of laughter. Stacy blushed at her impulsive lack of discretion. She tried to shift the attention away from herself, admitting that “Chrissie, though, really should be the one.”

‘Oh please, not me!’ Chrissie thought. She knew that she was the obvious choice, but this would simply be going much too far.

Mrs. Canfield briefly considered the proposal. It would be a nice variation on the theme of The Kiss to have the male with an erection. But, upon further reflection, her maturity and sound judgment led her not to be seduced by the temptation. There was really no way she would feel comfortable having the students draw him with an erection. She did not personally object to such a sketch. Art should be entirely free in its subject matter. However, she did appreciate that some persons might not react well to it. Certainly some of the parents might object, at least those who aren’t so appreciative of fine art. And, she had to admit, there were really very few classic paintings with male erections. Finally, the fact was that there was no erection in The Kiss was perhaps the strongest argument. No, the erection had to go. She said to the class, “No, no, no, we must stick as best we can to Rodin’s original design, if not perhaps his intention.”

Tiffany had a further suggestion. “Perhaps you could masturbate him again, Mrs. Canfield, or maybe Stacy could do it.” The girls laughed. Stacy scowled at Tiffany.

Chrissie’s eyes widened in concern. It was bad enough having him shoot his stuff while she was in the room, but there was no way that she wanted him to squirt while she was embracing him. That was definitely going way too far and she simply would not tolerate it, no matter what the rules of The Program stipulated. They were suppose to participate in whatever class exercise the instructor requested, but she shouldn’t have to tolerate a boy cumming on her thighs.

Mrs. Canfield though was not planning on doing that anyway. She had masturbated him once already and that clearly didn’t work. She had to admit that she felt a bit exasperated with Michael. Why can’t the young man control himself? After all, he just had an orgasm. However, she did have to admit that her husband would at times want a second round soon after the first, particularly when he was much younger and, after all, Michael was posing in a rather intimate way with a naked, full breasted, young lady.

“Can you just make it go down, Michael?”

Michael wanted to. He really did. This was really embarrassing. There was one time when he got an erection while changing in gym class. He had been thinking about a girl he had been playing volley ball with, watching her breasts fly around as she went after a ball, and he was fantasizing how erotic it would be if there was in fact a coed locker room. He often had fantasies about peeking into a girls’ locker room. But, he was in fact in the boys’ locker room and he quickly bunched a towel in his lap to hide his hard-on, making lame excuses for why he was putting off getting undressed for shower. Now, in Mrs. Canfield’s class, there was no towel; there were not even any shorts; his stiff tool was just standing up there in the bright lights of the room for everyone to see.

Stacy had a more realistic suggestion. “Mrs. Canfield, I read in Human Sexuality that a good way to get rid of an erection is to squeeze real hard just under the top part. They do that in treatment for penis problems.”

“Oh my, yes Stacy, that’s an excellent suggestion.” She certainly had heard of this as part of a treatment for premature ejaculation to help the person learn to control his ejaculations (see “Teddy visits a therapist”). She reached over, encircled her thumb and forefinger just below the crown, and squeezed hard.

Michael grimaced with the pressure. ‘Yes,’ he thought, ‘this is certainly one way to do it.’

Mrs. Canfield didn’t see an immediately positive response, so she squeezed even harder.

Michael’s head jerked. “Yikes!” he yelped.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I squeeze too hard?”

It didn’t really hurt that badly. It was more intensely uncomfortable than painful and, more importantly perhaps, it now had a clear, notable effect. His penis began to slacken.

“It’s like a balloon losing its air,” Patty observed. The girls tittered and giggled over the sight of the penis shrinking away. It was a little funny to watch it slowly shrivel and shrink down to its flaccid state, the head gradually pulling back into its foreskin, like a little baby mouse drawing back into its hole.

The fact that the girls were amused by the demise of his erection was difficult for Michael, but also helpful for further shrinkage. Feelings of arousal were once again being replaced by feelings of embarrassment and anxiety, which further diminished and suppressed his arousal.

It wasn’t long before it was small enough. Mrs. Canfield carefully but quickly retracted the foreskin so that the students could draw the head of his penis. This time she didn’t linger.

The class was largely silent thereafter as they concentrated on their sketching. Michael did occasionally begin to swell up again, but Mrs. Canfield quickly gave him a squeeze and he would settle back down. She felt like she was standing over a naughty puppy who had to be repeatedly reminded to stay down. It actually became a fun little game for her. She would watch as his penis would shift, perhaps twitch, giving her a warning sign, a tell, that he was about to try to grow up again. And, then he would indeed start swelling and expanding. One of the girls would complain, more in fun though than in any seriousness. They would say, “Mrs. Canfield, he’s doing it again,” or “Mikey’s getting another stiffy, Mrs. Canfield.” She would then sigh with frustration, yet in fact with a bit of a smile on her face, as she reached over and gave him another squeeze. She might even playfully scold him, “You’re just having a dickens of a time staying down, young man.” Actually, one time he did in fact stay down for quite some time, much to her disappointment. So, she feigned a need to make a minor adjustment to its pose, and took quite some time in doing so, all the time feeling and tenderly squeezing his soft, limp penis until it couldn’t help but respond and swell up again.

In the meantime, Jimmy continued to concentrate on getting his drawing of Chrissie’s cunnie just right. But, more importantly, he was also trying to keep himself aroused but below the critical point throughout the rest of the class. He was quite successful until Mrs. Canfield noticed that the glistening had decreased. She spritzed Chrissie’s cunnie one more time, and even slid a finger up and down her slit, hoping to accentuate the wetness.

“Mrs. Canfield,” Chrissie gasped, as she felt her finger caressing her lips.

Jimmy gasped as well as he felt his cock twitch and jump in his pants, gushing and squirting his load into his shorts. He had never cum in his pants before. A part of him didn’t want to do it, considering it to be infantile, if not perverse. However, once he started cumming he found the whole experience to be intensely exciting. He was actually having an orgasm right in the middle of a class, squirting his stuff in the presence of the pretty girls and the equally attractive Mrs. Canfield. If only they knew, he smiled to himself, as his pants filled up with his hot, wet cum. It was a little uncomfortable, but the wetness was also a nice, constant reminder of what a dirty, nasty thing he just did. He sat back and grinned with pride and satisfaction.

At ten minutes before the hour the class finally ended. The girls and the boys were not quite finished with their drawings, but they had enough to finish up the rest on their own. Mrs. Canfield promised that she would give the two best ones to Chrissie and Michael as a souvenir. Michael was quite ambivalent about that. He would like a drawing of him and Chrissie naked together, holding each other. However, it would also bring back a number of bad memories, and he doubted that he would like the drawings of his penis. Maybe he could fix it so that his penis was real big? Given though that he wasn’t at all skilled in drawing, that was unlikely. Chrissie, on the other hand, had no interest whatsoever in getting one of the drawings. However, both of them were graciously polite, and expressed ample appreciation for the kind gesture.

On the Way to the Second Class

Chrissie was the first to speak as they left the class. “Was that really hard for you?”

“You mean when it was real hard?”

She smiled at his joke. It wasn’t real funny, but at a time like this it was nice to be able to at least make a joke. She was relieved that he could make light of it. She attempted to reassure him. “I never did see it, you know,” referring to this ejaculation.

He looked at her with some confusion. He was certain that she had seen Mrs. Canfield jerk him off. But, if she hadn’t, he didn’t really like finding out that she wasn’t at all interested. On the one hand, it was embarrassing to realize that she saw him being masturbated, on the other hand, he would hope that she might have at least been curious about his erection, if not actually wanting to see it.

There seemed to be considerably more people in the hallway than there had been before. Perhaps word was getting around that there were indeed two participants within The Program. Nobody knew where they might next appear and where they would go, but nobody wanted to miss the chance of seeing them.

Alex Brandon, however, had been among the boys who saw them before they went into Mrs. Canfield’s class. He was waiting for them when they came down the hall, along with two of his friends. All of them were quite big guys.

He called out, “Hey, Chrissie, how about that tight ass of yours? We didn’t get a good view of that the first time. How about sticking it out for us?”

Chrissie did not want to do it. It was bad enough that she would have to show her bottom. Sticking her bottom out seemed awfully provocative, and, what it made it so much worse would be doing it for Alex, who was frankly being a bit mean about it.

“C’mon, Chrissie,” not enjoying the fact that she was hesitating. Alex’s next class was across the Commons and he couldn’t dawdle for long. “Turn around, bend over, and spread ‘em.”

“No way,” Michael replied, stepping up to stand in front of Chrissie.

“Back off, little man,” Alex replied, “And I do mean, ‘little’”.

Michael, though, held his ground. “You back off.” His dick was wilted, but not his resolve. “Take his picture, Mr. Adams.” Michael knew the rules, having studied them hard. “You have to ask nicely and that was far from being nice.”

The officer stepped up and stood beside Michael. “He’s right boys. You’re done here.” He took Alex’s picture, and instructed them to move on.

Chrissie turned to Michael. She was grateful, surprised, and even a bit impressed. She felt an impulse to give him a hug, but that would be rather awkward with no clothes. She would be willingly pressing her breasts against him, as well his penis touching some part of her. She just said, “Thanks, Mikey.”

That was enough for Michael. Normally, he never would have stood up to guys like that. They were indeed much bigger than him. He couldn’t tell, of course, if they were also bigger down there, but they were certainly way too big for him to fight. He did though have the considerable advantage of having a security officer just a few feet away, but that wasn’t on his mind when he told them to back off. He did it because he knew he was right, and he didn’t like the way they were treating Chrissie. He had been treated the same way by Terrie. He really needed no thanks. Frankly, it just felt kind of cool to do it, to actually stand up against someone. “Let’s get to class,” he said, taking Chrissie’s hand and leading her out onto the Commons.

As they were leaving the Fine Arts Building, Tammy Evans said, “Hey, it looks just like one of the pigs in the blanket they were serving at the reception!” Everyone who heard that laughed, and those who didn’t were asking what was so funny. Hank gave her a warning and got her picture, but the damage was done.

As they crossed the Commons to the Health Sciences Building, Chrissie could hear quite a bit of smirking and pointing at Michael. They weren’t saying anything, but they didn’t have to. Michael seemed to be getting considerably more abuse than her.

“Don’t let it bother you, Mikey,” she said, as they tried to quicken their pace, her breasts flopping and wiggling with her rapid strides, as his pig in the blanket bounced on his balls.

Chrissie glanced over at his thing. She could see why Tammy’s remark was funny. She had to admit that it was a fair and appropriate comparison. With the head of his penis poking out a bit through the foreskin, it did have the distinct appearance of a little pink miniature hot dog wrapped in dough. But, she didn’t think it was funny at Michael’s expense. They were, after all, in this together. She said to him, “I don’t think it’s so small, Mikey.”

Michael turned to her and gave her his bravest, but still plaintive, smile. He said quietly, “It’s just so chilly out here. The cold does it. I wish I could at least get it to swell a bit. It wouldn’t look so small then.”

It really wasn’t that chilly anymore, at least outside. The temperature was in fact quite warm. Chrissie touched Michael’s arm and said, “Stop, wait.”

He did, but he didn’t understand why. Slowing down was bad enough, but actually stopping? Stopping would only encourage a crowd to gather, perhaps even then provide an opportunity for a student to ask them to pose. Maybe another girl would ask him to pretend he was jerking off.

Chrissie explained, “I need to fix my heel.” She stepped out in front of him.

‘Girls!’ Michael exclaimed to himself, and rolled his eyes. Unbelievable. Why would she have to be wearing heels on this day? But, he quickly realized that he had made a comparable mistake, being dressed himself in his black dress shoes. But still, couldn’t she just take them off so that they could walk faster? Although, he also appreciated that she would then have to be walking over stones and brick in her bare feet. He sighed deeply and waited, hoping that she wouldn’t take so long that a crowd would gather.

But, the fixing of her heel did not turn out to be so bad after all. Chrissie put down her purse and bent way over from the waist to fix her shoe. Why she would do such a thing was unclear, at least to Michael. She could have knelt down on one knee. He thought that perhaps she didn’t want to do that because it might open up her crotch to all the people out in front of them, which apparently now was much more exposed with all of the trimming and thinning.

However, as she bent over he realized he was getting an extremely delicious view. His eyes began down at her heels. She had the most delicate of ankles. He was not a leg man himself, but he could now see the appeal, as her pose really displayed their tight lines and soft curves. The calves were so taught and the thighs so firm. His eyes naturally traveled up higher and they were richly rewarded. This pose really displayed so much better the soft mound of her cunt, split by her luscious lips, which even seemed to open somewhat with this unnatural posture. It was as if she was in fact presenting herself to him, like a doe trying to entice, even provoke, the alpha male to seek its rightful reward.

He could even see down into the soft crack of her behind, splitting open somewhat as she worked on her shoe. He was now indeed quite glad that she had worn heels. His eyes fixed on her little brown star, so delicate, so feminine, so flirtatious. His cock swelled with arousal.

Chrissie stood back up, looked behind her, and saw the result that she was hoping for. She smiled. “All better now?” she asked.

Michael smiled broadly. She had done this on purpose? He couldn’t be more surprised, nor more grateful. “Yea man, I mean, uh, thanks.”

She reached back and took his hand in hers. “We’re in this together, you know.”

“Yes we are,” he replied.

“That’s your single pose, though, you know. No future poses.”

She was right that any particular person could make only one request. It probably shouldn’t count though, as it was a pose that she had provided on her own. He hadn’t asked her for it. But, the fact that it was her present to him actually made it much better. “Fair enough,” he said.

As she held his hand and they resumed their walk, she said, “Whenever I do this,” she lightly traced her thumb around and around in the palm of his hand, “Think of me bent over in front of you, showing you my, well, um, you know.” She really couldn’t say it out loud, but she didn’t have to. The fact that she was even referring to it was a surprise to her and a delight to him.

He continued to swell. It was now actually poking out somewhat in front of himself, but that really seemed to him to be much better than the pig in the blanket. In fact, the foreskin pulled back and the red bulb was fully displayed. He felt quite fine about it. He even felt that some girls looked impressed, or at least interested in seeing more of it.

Nursing 532

Chrissie and Michael entered their second class for the day, Nursing 532. Ms. Henderson, the instructor, greeted them as warmly as had Mrs. Canfield. “You must be Chrissie and Michael!” In hindsight, it was a rather mindless greeting, as not too many other naked students were expected to arrive that morning. She laughed at her own silliness. “Really, come in. I’m so pleased. We’re really very excited to have you, aren’t we girls,” she said, turning to the many students who were seated and still entering the room. And, it was as she said, both with respect to the interest of the students, and the fact that there were only girls within the nursing class, another reminder perhaps of the conservative nature of Abberville. There were only a couple of boys taking human figure drawing, and virtually none enrolled in nursing.

That was a relief to Chrissie. It would be so nice if the rest of the day continued as it had so far this morning, at least with respect to the absence of few, if any, males in the classes. She looked around the room: nothing but feminine faces. No lurid stares, no chance of having to pose for some horny guy. In fact, she could read in many of their faces expressions of sympathy, even concern. There were a few that appeared to have looks of disapproval, but she could handle that. She almost felt like smiling.

It was quite the opposite, of course, for Michael. He was a naked male in a room full of clothed females. He sure hoped that the rest of the day would not continue like this.

Ms. Henderson turned to Michael. “Now, Michael, before we begin would you like to take some relief?”

Not again! “No ma’am,” he said, “I’m just fine.” A few groans of disappointment could be heard among the girls.

“It will be perfectly fine, if you wish, Michael.” Ms. Henderson was surprised that he felt he was fine. She would have expected that by now a healthy young man walking around all morning with such a pretty naked girl as Chrissie, could really use some relief, something that nurses were certainly trained to provide. She tried to reassure him. “We are all nurses in this room, Michael, and we are perfectly familiar with the needs and pressures of a healthy young man.”

Alice raised her hand and said, with a sweet smile on her face, “If you wish, Ms. Henderson, I could take care of him.” Many of the girls giggled at that. It was very true that she could. Alice had dated quite a few boys, and probably knew precisely how to provide some needed relief.

Michael though would prefer that they just drop the subject. It wasn’t going to happen, not again. “Really, ma’am. I’m fine. I had relief in the prior class, with Mrs. Canfield.” That resulted in a lot of tittering among the girls. He felt funny saying that, but he wanted to make it clear that it simply wasn’t going to happen.

Ms. Henderson did observe that Michael had only the beginning of an erection. Perhaps he was fine. “Well, alright then, Michael.” She turned to the class. “Well girls,” she exclaimed, “take your seats. We have much to do today.”

The girls did take their seats, although continually glancing at Michael. They wondered what Ms. Henderson had in mind for Michael. They were certainly hoping that it would have something to do with his cute little penis. He didn’t have a lot for them to see, but at least it wasn’t all shrunken up and, besides, no matter how small, it was still a guy’s penis, and many of them were not the least bit experienced with such matters, or such things. They were indeed very excited to have him present in the class. Feeling the heat of all this attention and interest, Michael drifted over to stand behind Chrissie.

Once the girls settled in Ms. Henderson explained what would happen. The presence of Michael and Chrissie was as advantageous to Ms. Henderson as it had been for Mrs. Canfield. Abberville College was so small and remotely located that students seeking training in nursing were sorely limited in their access to actual patients or much of any applied nursing experience. “Nurses will need to assist physicians with a number of personal examinations, as well as perform a few themselves. Chrissie and Michael have so kindly agreed to serve as models for some simulation training.”

A soft murmur swept through the room. Chrissie and Michael both looked at Ms. Henderson with apprehension. Neither of them liked the sound of a “personal examination.” Chrissie reached in her purse for a Notoid. “Throughout the semester we have been practicing a number of exams on each other: temperature, blood pressure, reflexes, and so forth. Well, we are so grateful to have Michael here. There are some things, of course, that only a man can do.” That would usually be a compliment but Michael didn’t like hearing it in this context. “Now, girls, I want you come up here and, one at a time, demonstrate how you would perform a prostate exam.”

A chorus of groans, moans, and “eeuwws” were heard. They have a naked guy in the room, and they’re going to stick their fingers up his butt? “Now, let’s not hear any more of that. This is precisely why it is so helpful to have Michael with us. If you are going to be nurses you will be faced with much more difficult responsibilities than this. It’s time for girls to become young women.”

Michael probably hated the idea even more than the girls. “I really don’t think I need a prostate exam, Ms. Henderson.”

Ms. Henderson turned to Michael. She smiled with sympathetic bemusement at his shyness. He actually looked kind of cute; hiding behind Chrissie and all. “Well, of course you don’t, Michael. My goodness, if I thought we would in fact find anything wrong with your prostate I wouldn’t ask you to serve as a mock patient.” She turned her attention back to her class. “No, this is for my girls,” as she liked to call them. “And, somehow, they feel that certain exams are beneath them.” Her disapproval was so evident in the tone of her voice that a number of the students bowed their heads in apology. “Here we have this nice young man, offering his bottom to us, and they all just want to complain.”

Michael dropped his head in abject resignation.

The young ladies felt embarrassed at their immaturity. Sticking their fingers up a guy’s butt was disgusting, but Ms. Henderson was right that nurses will have to do things that are even a lot more difficult than that. It was indeed time for them to grow up and it was awfully nice of Michael to let them practice on his butt.

Ms. Henderson led Michael out from behind Chrissie to stand in front of her desk. The state of his penis was no longer his concern, and he made no effort to hide himself. It was the other side that was now on his mind, and on the minds of the girls. Ms. Henderson had Michael turn around, bend over the front of her desk and stick his bottom out to the class. His worries about having an erection in front of the girls were now long gone as he felt his penis shrivel up with the embarrassment of what his pose.

He imagined that this was about as bad as having to take his pants down and get spanked on his bare bottom in front of a bunch of girls. That had in fact happened to him a number of times as a child, in the presence of his sisters. He then he realized that having the girls stick their fingers up his butt was actually a lot worse than getting spanked. Ms. Henderson positioned herself on the other side of the desk so she could face the class and direct their activity. “Girls, now if any of you still find this exam to be aversive, just look at this cute little bottom. I don’t think you will ever see a more pretty little fanny.” Ms. Henderson was saying this as a compliment to Michael. She really did consider it to be a compliment. She wished her boyfriend had a bottom as cute and cuddly, but Michael didn’t experience it that way and he just squeezed his eyes shut in shame, his fanny shifting and squirming with the realization of how many eyes were fixed on its nakedness, its exposure. Even Chrissie stole some glances. She really couldn’t help herself.

Ms. Henderson’s comments though did at least help to ease the reluctance among the girls, as they could indeed see that Michael’s derriere was rather appealing. It was like a little boy’s bottom, like a little brother’s bottom.

“Now, ladies, when performing a prostate exam it is important for the gentleman to be comfortable. It’s uncomfortable enough having a finger go up your bottom, although I’m sure that none of you young ladies have had such an experience.” There was a bit of murmering in response to that remark, some because they couldn’t ever imagine such a thing, others because they had indeed let their boyfriends stick things up inside. Some felt it was a good way of not actually having to go all the way (see “It’s not like it’s real sex”), and for some it seemed like an effective way to avoid pregnancy. However, even these girls had never stuck anything up their guys’ butts. They had always been the recipient of the anal intrusion.

Ms. Henderson pushed a box of examination gloves and a jar of vasoline jelly toward the edge of the desk. “Be sure to have your finger good and lubricated, girls.”

Mary was the first. She asked, “Which finger should I use?”

“Good question, Mary. Some might think of using their longest finger but that can feel a bit obscene to the nurse.” The girls got her meaning, and some giggling occurred. “And, besides, it can be a bit of an awkward fit. Your other fingers get in the way and, in any case, you really don’t need a lot of length. Your index finger will be fine.”

Mary was ready to give it a try. “Gather around girls. I don’t want you to miss anything.” She bent down to speak to Michael. “Michael,” she asked, “Have you had a good poop today?”

If Michael could feel any more ashamed, he surely did now. He knew that it was a sensible question and that she was only doing her job, but talking about that, answering a question like that, in front of all of these girls, in front of Chrissie, was so humiliating. “Yes, Ms. Henderson,” he softly replied, hoping that nobody else could hear.

Chrissie, wishing to be as respectful of Michael as possible, moved away from the group so that she couldn’t see what was about to happen to him, although she did hear what they were saying, and she felt terribly sorry for him. There was no way she would experience today anything worse than what was happening to him.

Ms. Henderson said, “Alright then, Mary, you’ve got your finger nice and lubricated, let’s go hunting up his rectum. Susie, why don’t you spread Michael’s cheeks for him.”

Susie was more than happy to do that. She leaned over from his right side and grabbed hold of his white round soft cheeks. Each of her hands covered quite a bit of cheek. They felt kind of neat. Two cute white fanny cheeks clutched in her hands. She couldn’t resist giving them a little playful squeeze.

“Open them up,” Ms. Henderson prompted.

Mary asked, “Why doesn’t he just open them up himself?”

“Another good question, Mary. You really could ask the patient to do that, but some patients do find this to be a bit embarrassing.”

Michael wondered if it was any less demeaning to have Susie open his cheeks for him. It was kind of nice to have this pretty girl’s hands on his naked bottom, but not for the purpose of opening himself up so that the rest of the girls could look at his fully exposed asshole. He could feel cool air kissing his anus as his cheeks were opened.

“Look,” Alice whispered to Annie, “You can see his testicles back here.” Annie giggled, as did many of the girls at the sight of Michael bent over the teacher’s desk, his cheeks spread wide open, his brown star puckering with apprehension, and his balls hanging down beneath. “They’re kind of cute,” she said. She reached past Mary and touched them. “They’re so soft and squishy.”

Michael flinched, but Susie kept her grip on his butt.

“Go ahead, now, Mary. Insert your finger into his rectum.”

Mary, and Michael, and Chrissie, all took deep breaths as Mary placed her finger against his anus.

As soon as he felt the touch of her finger Michael buried his face in his arm and clenched tightly on his sphincter.

Mary pushed against it but she could feel his resistance. “He won’t let me in, Ms. Henderson.”

Ms. Henderson leaned down and lightly touched, gently caressed, his cheek, the cheek of his face. “Just relax, Michael, relax your sphincter and let the girl put her finger in. Pretend that you are going to have a poop and want to just let it go.” That didn’t really help him relax. On the contrary, he now worried, unnecessarily, of having a poop in front of the girls.

Alice moved in on the other side of Michael. She knew a way to relax a boy. She softly stroked the lower part of his back with her right hand in a soothing, comforting manner. Ms. Henderson approved. More importantly, unbeknownst to Ms. Henderson, Alice also reached down beneath his tummy and felt around until she found his balls and, then, his limp penis.

With the touch of her fingers Michael lifted his head up and looked back at Alice. She gave him a knowing, friendly smile, and then softly began to squeeze and stroke his penis.

Michael closed his eyes and returned his head to his arm, this time to enjoy the touch of Alice. Her hand felt so good on his penis, fondling, squeezing, and caressing, that he relaxed fully his sphincter and didn’t mind at all when Mary shoved her finger up inside.

“Very good job Mary!” Ms. Henderson smiled at the success of her student nurse. Michael, however, just groaned at the sudden, hard intrusion up into his rectum. “Now feel around on the bottom for the hard little bump that should be his prostate.”

“Oh yes! Ms. Henderson, I can feel it!” Mary was now equally pleased with herself, and she had to smile as she felt the curved rise of his prostate. “Wow, this is actually kind of cool.” It was awfully neat finding such a secret spot in a boy. She was feeling like a real nurse as she was feeling his manly prostate.

“Ohhh, let me try now,” Patty exclaimed, almost shoving Mary aside, Mary’s finger making a pop as it was rudely discharged from his rectum. Now a lot of the girls wanted to stick their fingers up Michael’s cute little butt.

Michael grimaced as Patty enthusiastically shoved her finger up his ass to find the hidden prize, and his butt notably twitched as she pushed hard.

“Be careful, Patty. A boy’s rectum can be very sensitive.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Henderson,” she replied. “I guess I was just a bit too eager.”

Alice shifted her right hand down his back to gently rub Michael’s bottom as she continue to fondle his cock with her left. “We’ll take good care of you, Mikey,” she said in the calm, soothing voice of a nurse.

“Yes, you help him relax, Alice. He needs to keep his sphincter calm and receptive.”

Alice wasn’t so sure that Ms. Henderson would approve of her relaxing Michael by masturbating him when they were suppose to be nurses doing their job, but Ms. Henderson didn’t seem to mind Alice caressing the soft sweet curves of his white bottom. She knew that nurses did need to help patients remain calm when undergoing difficult exams.

And, Alice was very good at it. She had quite a bit of experience jerking guys off. She knew what they liked. She used her fingers on Michael in all sorts of different ways. Sometimes she would squeeze hard on his cock as she softly, secretly, jacked him off; sometimes she would let go of his shaft and just lightly trace her fingers up and down his hard, smooth stem; sometimes with her finger tips, sometimes with just her fingernails; and sometimes she would grip just the round, soft bulb at the tip, massaging it with the palm of her hand or lightly caressing the smooth, curved head with the tips of his fingers. It wasn’t long until she felt a bit of pre-cum on her fingers, which she used as a lotion to moisten the engorged head.

In fact, Michael eventually grew to find the finger fucking of his butt to be quite pleasurable. Girl and after girl stuck her little index finger up his rectum, each time pausing for awhile to explore around inside. Each seemed to have her own special, personal way of approaching, of doing it, and the charm was in the individual variation. Some girls were clearly reluctant and hesitant, but that it made seem all the more sexy, more naughty, like it was him doing something sexual to them, something nasty to them that they had to do but didn’t want to do. He wasn’t being raped in the butt; he was raping their fingers with his butt, forcing them to pleasure his rectum with their fingers. He might even play with them, clenching down on their fingers with his sphincter, trying to hold onto them, as if he could in fact catch and capture their fingers within his butt hole.

That might seem rather strange, but it was such thoughts, such fantasies, going through his head as the girls explored his rectum with their well lubricated fingers as Susie held him open wide. Such fantasies were certainly helped, if not actually launched and sustained, by the sensual touch of Alice’s hand on his dick. He quickly became hard under the playful and tender manipulations of her girlish hand. And, the intense sexual pleasure she was providing to him naturally generalized over to the fingers of the girls up his ass.

A few of the girls could see what Alice was doing, but none would give her away. None of them wanted to be squealers, and all of them wanted to see Michael with an erection.

And, Michael was surely grateful for their discretion. Alice’s loving hand helped tremendously when a girl was being too forceful, aggressive, or clumsy with her finger. At these times it felt like he was involved in some sort of rough sex. Being himself finger fucked by a girl as she gave him a reach around.

The feelings were at times so intense that he groaned with pleasure. He also found the need to occasionally complain, to cry out, “Wait!” or “Stop!” This usually caused a moment of hesitation in the girl fingering him, as well as Alice handling him. Each interpreted his reaction differently. The girl fingering him felt that it was because she was doing it too hard and he was feeling pain, but it was usually in fact because he was finding Alice getting him too close to an orgasm. He knew that it wasn’t against The Program rules to cum during a class exercise, as long as it happened fortuitously through a normal chain of events, but he didn’t really want it to become known that he shot his load while getting a rectal exam from student nurses. But, Alice’s hand and the girls’ fingers were so, so, good.