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Chapter 10

“So when did the Program start in your school?” Gary asked when we got settled. He was the brother of one of Sam’s friends.

Jason (gonna assign the name arbitrarily here) answered. “Last fall. Only a few of the other schools in our county have it yet. I guess we were among the chosen lucky ones.”

He went on to tell how it got started—the typical way with a school assembly, the first group of unfortunates whose names had been picked was called up to the stage, they were made to publicly strip starkers (some were force-stripped), and then had to spend the rest of the week naked. He told us some of the Program rules that had to be followed (a few rules differed slightly from those I had recalled from the Fairbanks Program pamphlet. For example, in his school the outreach part wasn’t mandatory but the relief sessions were and the teachers usually chose the pupil to give the relief). Theory: The national office was trying variations of some rules to see what worked best, and the affected schools were so far apart and isolated that no one would notice. Sounds like a good guess, anyway.

Another question was about how the kids reacted to being picked and Justin took that one.

“As you’d expect. Everything from resignation to complete denial. One girl just ran out of the school when her name was called on one of the Monday mornings—that’s when they start each Program week. I heard that she transferred to another school. Oh yeah. There’s a big legal fight going on about exemptions too—they aren’t giving any, even medical exemptions. Nobody’s gotten one, even a girl I know who’s in therapy for being raped was refused an exemption. So far she hasn’t been picked but she told me that she’d definitely refuse to participate like the religious kids do. But the huge legal fight that we have in our school is about getting a religious exemption.

“Our area’s got a large number of very conservative religious sects, both politically and socially conservative. Most of those girls wear these long-sleeve plain dresses that go down to the floor and even the guys dress in simple white long-sleeved shirts and dark pants. You’ve heard of the Pennsylvania Dutch? Well, the word’s not actually ‘Dutch,’ it’s ‘Deitsch,’ meaning ‘German’; most of the original immigrants who settled there were from the area of Europe that’s now part of Germany and Holland. Maybe a third to half of the kids in our school are from these families and they’re vehemently opposed to the Program on moral and religious grounds. When the churches learned that the Program won’t allow for any religious exemptions, this past spring they sued the school and there are two court cases going on now. So now if kids claim that they’re religious, the school doesn’t try forcing them. I remember from my soph civics class that the Supreme Court has ruled several times that religious freedom overrules all other freedoms and no law can be made which takes away the right to practice one’s religion freely. So guess how many kids got religion once that lawsuit began?

“Jason,” he asked (hey! I guessed right!), “I remember freedom of press, assembly, and speech, but do you remember all of the personal freedoms that certain laws can restrict?”

Jason: “Let me think. Right, it’s those freedoms, bro, and they can be limited by laws that the Court found constitutional, if public welfare or national security can be affected. Also, let’s see... yeah, property can be seized without judicial action in certain cases. That’s a fifth and fourteenth amendment violation. Umm...”

Justin: “I remember another. The right to own a firearm can be limited by law. Oh, and the right of personal freedom that’s in the thirteenth amendment which stopped slavery, was violated by the involuntary draft laws passed to get manpower for the armed forces, but the draft law was upheld because the law benefits the nation.”

Jason: “Yeah, Good examples. But the Supreme Court’s rarely upheld a law which interferes with religious freedom. The only exception I can think of right now is the anti-bigamy law passed against the Mormons. So the conservative Christian kids in our school are refusing to participate and they’re also making a huge outcry about being forced to be bystanders in the sexual activities they have to watch, like relief sessions or Program demos in class. Also they really object to making boys use the girls’ locker room and bathrooms, and girls use the boys’, like the Program requires.

“So far, the courts have backed the religious groups but the Program headquarters appealed the decisions and are pushing back that it’s a federal program, not state, so state courts lack jurisdiction. It’s at an impasse now and the appeals court will need to decide, but since so many of the kids in school come from conservative religious families, that most of the school will refuse to participate when you count in the others who say they won’t do it.”

“Don’t they get forced?” That was, um, Sara.

“In the beginning, kids were,” Justin replied. “The first day in the Program assembly, the principal was slick and didn’t pick any kids he knew were from a religious family. He picked kids who he and the Program rep figured would be too scared to refuse and they were mostly right. But half of the kids didn’t even go to the assembly—the religious kids boycotted it. Anyway, watching what happened to those kids was awful, being made to strip on the stage like that. After that first day, kids would be called to the assistant principal’s office to strip and there would be a couple of teachers there to ‘encourage’ you to undress. I saw what happened in the second week of the Program when I had to take an attendance report to the office. When I got there, I saw this naked girl huddled in a chair in a corner of the office and crying, trying to hide her tits, while one of the school counselors was crouched next to her and talking to her. It sounded like he was trying to get her to come out of the office and go to class, but she didn’t move while I was there waiting for the secretary to finish entering the report.

“We heard later from a guy who was in her group, that when they were told they were in the Program and had to strip, she began crying and wouldn’t undress, so the teachers stripped her. When the kids were told to go to class, she refused to leave the room so the teachers pulled her out to the outer office. That’s when she just slumped onto the floor there. Two of the girls got her onto one of the chairs there where she just curled up and that’s where I saw her maybe five or ten minutes later. They had to call her parents to come get her and I haven’t heard what happened to her after that.”

Justin and Jennifer relate their Program experiences to the teens

“I heard,” Jennifer said. “Yeah, she was in bad shape. She had been sexually abused by a relative when she was thirteen. She’s being home-schooled now.”

“Damn.” Sara shook her head. “That’s disgusting, being forced like that... That’s what worries me, being forced. They showed this video in our school this spring, stuff showing the Program in schools. Creeped me out and now I have nightmares about what’ll happen in my school this fall.”

A number of other kids mentioned having bad dreams too. Hmm, I never did... I think I didn’t, anyway; at least I don’t recall having any. Maybe that means that I felt secure that I’d be able to stop anything bad from happening? That I didn’t feel threatened by the Program? No, I certainly did feel threatened, but I acted to oppose that threat. Yeah, with my army. So maybe my helping to plan the Program opposition kept the bad dreams away. Oh yeah... another idea. I kinda like to use my dream times to solve problems. I read about some famous scientists doing that, so I looked for more info about using dreams for planning and found that it’s real. It’s called “lucid dreaming” and there are tricks to do to learn how to do it. So maybe that’s why I don’t remember any bad dreams—I’m not letting them happen. Whatever... crikey, I’m losing track of the conversation around me. Wilma was asking a question.

“...and I hope those dreams stop; they’re making me really anxious. What happens in your school now with kids refusing?”

Jason replied. “If someone’s gonna refuse, they don’t go out when the cattle-call is announced; they just stay in their classroom. We’re talking about more than half the school who’re conservatives and they just don’t go. There are so many now—even some kids who aren’t from religious families are pretending they are, I think. And lots of the non-religious kids think that the situation is so unfair, that when school starts up again, no one will agree to strip.”

I raised my hand and got Jason’s attention. I’m too polite to just shout out (yeah, right?). “My high school in Fairbanks Alaska tried to start the Program...”

Gasps. And comments: “Really?” ... “Naked in the Arctic?” ... “You guys must have some great metabolisms!”

“Ha. Very clever. No, they tried to start it but we stopped it COLD. And that’s not just a pun, either. That’s exactly what we did. Stopped ‘em cold. We literally froze ’em out. We made the school buildings way too cold to wear anything less than a parka, didn’t we.”

A lot of laughter.

“But what I wanta say is that a lawyer got an injunction against our school, warning them that forcible stripping of the kids was a felony; it was sexual assault and battery. I’m sure those laws must be the same in every state. The teachers simply can’t touch you, it’s a criminal law violation if they do. The attorney said they can’t intimidate, threaten, or coerce you either. That’s still assault—making the person think he’ll be harmed in some way.”

There was plenty of ooohh’ing and aaahhh’ing at my revelation and Justin practically shouted, “YES! That’s so goddamned CRAZY! Emma, you’re a gem. Amazing!”

One of the guys, William was his name, asked, “There are lots of bad things happen that I heard of too, like teachers getting carried away, but did you see anything good happen? If the feds started this sucker, they must have thought there was some good in it.”

Justin replied, “Yeah, teachers do get carried away. Absolutely, that happens. But anything good? Shit. You see naked kids. Yeah, seeing naked kids is cool, right? Are you interested in seeing random naked chicks... or guys? Hell, you got that right here; you can see all the nudity you could ever want. But, well, most of the kids in the Program look scared and miserable, especially on the first couple of days. That’s not cool at all. But the one thing you see in school that we can’t do here is to jack off in public...”

“Eeewww...” from several girls.

“...or get someone to help you get off ... ‘cause the Program has that relief rule. Is seeing that crap a good thing? You tell me.”

“Did you see that happen, Justin?” This from someone behind me.

“Damn. All the fuckin’ time, the teachers made the kids do it. Hey, I don’t wanna scare anyone, talking about this shit. Some of it is kinda intense. Some of you guys are in middle school—maybe this isn’t for you... JoAnna, you look like you’re havin’ trouble with this crap. You okay?”

Two of the younger kids got up, JoAnna and Tracy.

JoAnna said, “My mom doesn’t want me to listen to talk about bad sex stuff in the Program. She said that if the kids talk about the Program, I have to leave. She wants to talk to me about it after she learns more.”

“And I think I should wait,” Tracy said. “I’m only eleven so the Program is far away and I don’t want to get bad dreams.”

The rest of the middle schoolers stayed, including Abi, who announced, “I vote to hear what you saw.”

Justin continued, “Okay, if you’re sure about this, then I’ll tell you about the first time I saw a relief session. It happened in the first class I was in that had a Program kid in it on the second day the Program was running. This guy came into the classroom and he was so hard that his dick was just drooling. Apparently some chick in the hall had begun stroking him but then she went away laughing, leaving him all wound up.

“The teacher told him that his hard-on showed that he needed relief so the teacher looked around the classroom to see who to pick. There were a lot of hands—man, I was surprised at that! I didn’t think that many girls would want to do that publicly, but then I thought, well, it’s safe—they won’t get forced to go any further, it’s approved by the school—yeah, right?—and a good way for the girl to get some no-strings-attached practice. Isn’t that a win-win-win? Whatever. Anyway, the kid whispered to the teacher to please pick his girlfriend; he agreed to do it and picked her.

“And then she gave him a hand job that turned into a BJ.”

“Hey, what’s so intense about that?” Gary complained. “I’m gonna have that fuckin’ shit starting next month in my school and I need to know what to expect.”

Melody broke in, “They showed a Program video in our middle school this spring. I’m gonna be a frosh and that stuff in the video was just too gross for words. Sara said she saw a video like that and she’s in high school. Didn’t you see a video like that?”

“No, I’ll be a junior,” Gary answered. “They didn’t show us anything. Maybe when we start school they’ll show something. Anyway, Justin, what happened in that... umm... relief?”

Justin describes a Relief blow job he saw in his classroom

“Okay guys, I’ll just lay it out for you, no holds barred. The relief kid had to sit in a chair at the front of the room and the girl came over to him and used the pre-cum oozing out of his cock’s piss-hole and smeared it over his knob. He was moaning as she stroked it, starting at the tip and going down to the base of his shaft and then going back up again, faster and faster.

“Then the whole class gasped when we saw her take his dick into her mouth and suck on it; then she took it out and went back to stroking it, then into her mouth again. Pretty soon he began groaning and bouncing his ass up off the chair and his face turned red hot and then he shot one jet of cum after another, the first went into her mouth, but a lot went all over her face when she couldn’t swallow fast enough.”

This time there was a whole chorus of “Eeeewww”s from almost every girl. Me too. In the face? Yuk.

Jennifer broke in. “Girls would get relief too. Once a guy licked a girl’s pussy in front of my class. In front of everyone. Not in private. I’d never do that. That crap happened in the first couple of weeks with only a few kids going wild like that. Those weeks were the only time like that; only a few kids just acted crazy-like, but then all the kids started to rebel and by the end of the school year, not that many were doing the Program. But there were some kids that did get off on doing it, literally, and did do that shit.”

“Hey Justin,” Sherrill called. “You said a chick was stroking that guy in the hall and ran away? What was that all about?”

Jennifer answered, “I’ll tell this, okay?” Justin nodded. “Yeah, that’s the Program’s thing called ‘reasonable requests.’” She made finger quotes. “Random kids can request the naked kids to do things, but they’re supposed to be quote reasonable unquote. The naked kid is supposed to decide what’s reasonable and the rules we got said making them do oral sex, having any penetration into the body, doing any physical restraint, um... that’s all I guess, aren’t reasonable and those requests can be refused. Posing requests are always allowed—the rules define them as quote reasonable unquote and kids can ask to fondle a Program kid too but then that gets into disputed areas. Like what kind of groping is reasonable, anyway?”

“So what is reasonable?” Sara asked. “I’m not liking this at all.”

“From what I saw,” Jason said, “those kids need to decide it on the fly. Once I saw this guy just grab a girl’s tit and squeeze it. That hurt her. Doing that was against the rules, though. You’re supposed to ask; it’s called a ‘request.’” He made finger quotes.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Jennifer broke in. “The whole term I saw plenty of boys ask the Program girls to let them touch the girl’s boobs and they basically had to allow that, but the boys usually didn’t know what they were doing and were rough with them, like they were squeezing potato sacks or something. And lots of boys asked to touch girls’ pussies too. Every girl I saw refused that. Eeeww. Who knows where those fingers had been? The whole idea of those so-called requests gave me the creeps. And we saw the boys traveling in little packs to harass the girls with their requests too. We were told to be respectful to the Program kids; the Program was supposed to help us with our sexuality—that’s what I think the Program booklet said. Well, the requests only help the voyeurs and abusers.”

There was some chatter among the group over Jennifer’s comment, and Andrew leant over and whispered to me, “Is it okay to mention what you and I discussed last night? No personal details?”

I nodded. “Oh sure. I trust you.”

Andrew spoke up and the chatter stopped. “Emma and I had been talking about the effect on a teen of suddenly seeing lots of nudity after a lifetime of textile living. You all know that she’s new to this nudism life, don’t you. Emma also led the kids’ resistance to the Program in her school; she hated the idea of the Program too, hated it so strongly that she went to war with her school over it. Some of you heard how she mobilized her army, didn’t you. Then before, William asked if there’s anything good in the Program. Justin mentioned one thing that might be a possibility: a safe place for a girl to try out giving oral sex, but that’s so extreme an example that it melts my brain just thinking about it. And then Jennifer was talking about disrespect for the naked kids; how some boys get out of control when they see a naked girl. Emma had asked me a question last night, based on her first day’s experiences, that really got me thinking about how textile kids can react to seeing nude people and how I personally react.

“Just now, listening to all the talk about what you blokes saw in school where kids were forced to be nude and how the other kids reacted and treated the Program kids as objects for their entertainment, that rot is just bollocks. It’s all so wrong. And I thought of how all of us kids here at the park view being nude together and how we treat each other with respect—that’s the opposite to what the Program does, isn’t it. Emma told me that her first experiences here surprised her and she thought her intro to nudism was brill; that other teens would benefit from doing this if all that sex rot is lost out. Probably those spackheads who mauled the girls had zero experience with girls and just went crazy at the chance to grope a girl with no consequences. They never learnt respect, did they.

“But thinking about how we act with respect toward each other here, I can see a possible reason why those dumbnuts came up with the Program. Could their idea have been to ... erm... normalize nudity among teens? After all, normalizing nudity is already happening in our general society, isn’t it. What if the Program was simply allowing voluntary nudity in schools and no sex, like here at the park? Ideas?”

Several kids had ideas about that. Many of the ideas had to do with how such a thing could be set up and then run to avoid becoming as bad as the Program itself. But the idea did have general favor, because it could mean that many kids could be nude together; they wouldn’t be lone targets of opportunity for abuse; and could mutually support each other.

“Oi, you blokes, I remembered something,” Sam spoke up.

I was surprised; she generally kept quiet in our larger group discussions.

Sam went on. “What Andrew said, his mentioning of normalizing nudity reminded me of something I read in a book I found on my dad’s bookshelf. I remember something it said, how nudity isn’t remarkable if it’s common.”

“What book was that?” Andrew asked. “I think I read something like that in one of Dad’s books too.”

“Let’s see... we don’t have our mobiles. Oh, the resort’s public-use laptop’s just over there. This’ll be quick.”

While she was Googling the book, we were all agreeing that any major changes in the Program would never happen, Then Sam called to us.

“Found it! It’s in a book by Martha Nussbaum. She’s a philosopher of law and the book is Hiding from Humanity. It’s about the role of shame in people’s lives and social life and how the law treats it. The quote is, ‘Nudity quickly becomes unremarkable when generally practiced.’ Isn’t that exactly the point Andrew was making?”

“Blimey, thanks, sis,” Andrew praised her. “Yeah, now I recall that book too; it had this dreadful picture of an old naked woman on the cover. Shit, you read that whole thing? That book’s huge.”

“I read a lot of it. The cover’s why I picked it up,” she answered. “Then I started reading. I kept going because it seemed to have info about nudity and law and those parts were interesting. Hey, what did you blokes talk about whilst I was on the computer?”

“We were agreeing that the Program would be better without all of the sex shit you guys were talkin’ about, but we know that the feds would never change anything,” Randy said.

“Unfortunately,” Jennifer agreed. “And based on the limited number of teachers and staff that I saw who were involved with the Program, they all seemed perverted, how they enjoyed tormenting the kids.”

Justin broke in, “Probably because the Program itself is basically run by perverts. They all probably have a repressed sexuality or worse. But those in the school, they’ve been given all that power over the kids, and some of the teachers are as bad as any of them.”

William said to Justin, “Yeah, the bad teachers thing. That reminds me of something you said before. You mentioned you saw a teacher doing stuff...”

“Oh yeah,” Justin said. “Not just one teacher. The Program has this damned class demo rule. You’re forced to allow teachers to use you in classes as a prop or teaching aid, even if you object to how humiliating it might be... but according to Emma, we might be able to get all that shit stopped... forced to do what you don’t want is assault. Thanks again, Emma. Anyway, you guys, how do you want this again? Censored or in detail?”

“How bad was it?” Sara asked nervously. “Was it really awful?”

Justin shrugged. “I thought it was terribly humiliating for the Program kids and felt bad for them.”

Jennifer spoke up. “Hey, if we tell you guys what it’s like, maybe you all will refuse like lots of kids at our school plan to do next month.”

Justin looked around. “Shall I tell the details?”

Most of the kids agreed, but reluctantly, so Justin began.

“Well then, here’s what happened in my biology class. It was an anatomy unit; we had a Program boy and girl in the class and the girl—she was a very shy kid—had the misfortune of being in the Program that week. The teacher told the girl to sit on his desk facing the class and lean back on it and she didn’t want to do it. So he pushed her onto the desk and leaned her back and told her to stay that way. Then he put her feet up onto the desk and spread her knees wide apart, exposing her pussy. The poor kid was really crying while he was posing her like that.

“I wanted to interfere, but we had been warned not to get involved with interrupting any class demos or we could get put on the Program for up to a month. Then he got the boy to copy her pose, lying back alongside her, and you could see all his junk just hanging out there exposed. The teacher handed out worksheets showing the male and female bodies that were totally blank in the crotch and we had to come up to the desk, two or three kids at a time, and sketch in the missing anatomical parts on our copies.

“He made the girl pull her lips open too and we had to draw the insides we could see there. For the boy, he told him to get a hard-on and we had to draw that too. The homework was to label everything on the worksheets. That was awful for them, and totally unnecessary. We could have done the same thing with a plastic model.

“Those kids were total wrecks after that class and the girl never came back to school after that. Maybe she’s being home schooled or went to a private school. They told us the Program was supposed to make us comfortable with our sexuality. I wonder how many kids become emotionally scarred, though.”

Everyone was listening with stupefied expressions. The story was almost unbelievable.

I heard a plaintive voice, “I don’t wanna do the Program...”

“Then don’t,” I said. “Refuse. Forcing you to get starkers is a felony.”

“But they won’t let us graduate,” from another.

“Lots of ways around that,” I answered. “I looked into all that rot. There’s a GED. Also, the colleges’ and unis’ admissions people are aware of what’s going on and will work with high schoolers who run into that kind of problem. At least that’s what I heard in Alaska. In Europe we have the international baccalaureate exam which can substitute sometimes for a secondary education completion. Maybe that’s like the GED. That’s not an easy exam, though.”

“But we had something else happen,” Jason said. “It wasn’t part of the Program. Justin and I escaped it, but it caught the sophomores and we think that it’s evil. It could be a problem if it goes to other schools.”

“If it’s not part of the Program, how would it get to other schools then?” I responded.

“We heard that the state curriculum committee was somehow involved so it could spread from there. You know how stupid ideas propagate.”

I laughed. “That I do. What was this stupid or evil thing?”

Jason shrugged. “The whole school was upset over this one class when we heard about it. When they began to run the Program, they also started a three-session unit in sophomore hygiene called Advanced Sex Ed. Thank God Justin and I were juniors ‘cause all the sophs had to take it. Kids were partnered and they arranged the sessions so there were equal boys and girls. There were two teachers for the class, a man and woman. We don’t know where they were from, but they weren’t on the regular staff. They were pretty young, so maybe they were student teachers.

“When the first group of kids came into the room when that unit began, the whole classroom floor was covered with mats and everyone was ordered to strip naked. I heard that caused chaos then, and half of the kids completely refused, so they were sent to the office, got detention, and were told they would fail the whole hygiene course.

“When the rest of the class got settled down—the kids who stayed did get naked—the teachers showed the class a video about sex and sexual response which had scenes of how to locate erogenous zones, sensual teasing and stripping, kissing, foreplay and masturbation, and ended with scenes showing blow jobs and pussy licking! They were told that in the following two sessions, they would learn how to do that stuff and practice with their partners.

“The kids were told that in the second session, they would be doing the exercises that were in the video with their partners, starting with the basic ones, and by the third session, they were supposed to show that they could make their partners cum using oral sex!”

There was another chorus of “Eeeewww”s and a few groans.

Jason went on, “But then when I heard about what happened in that class in the second session, it just about blew my mind. When the kids who did show up for it, only eight guys did, when they got to the classroom, the teachers were naked! But with just boys there, the class just fell apart so that session just stopped there. You can just imagine that scene. I don’t think that the teachers dared to try to get the boys to partner. We heard that the same thing happened every time they tried running that sex ed unit—only a few wound up going, almost all boys, because lots of the sophs, when they found out what the class was about, said that they would just cut the class when their group was scheduled.

“We heard that maybe three-quarters of the sophs, probably more, skipped it so they failed and they’re supposed to have to redo it this coming school year. Late this spring, the school announced they would be redesigning that class for the fall and they would be pulling boy-girl partners out of every gym class on their gym days instead of having a scheduled class. If they skipped it the first time, what’s the chance that they’ll do the class this year?

“So how can you stop that?” Jason demanded, looking at me.

“Bloody damn, that class is right out of Hayword’s booklet,” I muttered. Aloud, “That’s... erm... that class really is from the Program—it’s an add-on, actually. In Alaska, I had some... call it inside info ... about various Program plans from when we got it stopped. The national office has a list of suggested add-ons... well, they called them ‘enhancements’... that schools can include when they run the Program. One was like this sex-ed class. Another was to make the locker rooms, showers, and boys’ and girls’ loos into unisex areas...”

“Eeewww!”

“Yeah. My thought too. Another was naked cheerleading...”

The girls went “Eeewww!” but the boys looked thoughtful at that one.

“...naked gym classes...”

More “Eeewww”-ing at this.

“...and various health and hygiene class units, and the one you told us about looks like one of those. It’s part of the Program if the school wants to add it so that’s where it came from. There was more disgusting rot, too. You mentioned that only boys showed up at the second session and it fell apart? Well, guess what another Program ‘enhancement’ was. Learning about single-sex rot. Gay and lezzie sex.”

There were gasps from everyone and several cries of “No!” and “That’s bullshit!”

“It’s true; the Program Office has a suggestion that schools require classes to have a boy-boy and girl-girl sexual contact component as an optional enhancement. There are a number of single-sex public high schools in the country. How do you think that they’d be able to run the Program in those schools unless they had rules about requiring homosexual contact? It looks like your school didn’t go that far and those boys in the hygiene class weren’t required to partner with each other.”

There were more “Eeewww”s and various comments of disgust.

“Yep,” I told them. “It’s horrid, I agree. I have no problem with kids who want same-sex contact, but if you’re forced to do it, then that’s bloody horrid. When I read that rot, it turned my stomach. But back to your question. How can you stop that sex-hygiene class? Maybe by stopping the Program. But here’s a thought. I’m no solic... erm, lawyer, but it seems to me... Maybe you could try this. If they say that they’ll fail you for not participating when you refuse to strip and not do that sex rot, that’s more than coercion—it’s extortion. That’s making a threat to harm you unless you give up something or you agree to do something.

“The harm is failing you and the thing that they expect you to give up is your personal privacy and the thing you have to agree to do is to engage in sexual activities. I seriously believe that’s legally an example of extortion. They give you a passing grade only if an adult observes your forced sexual activities with another minor. I’m sure that making this class mandatory breaks all kinds of laws. What I think you could do is to tell the teacher that you’d bring a police officer to the class and have him listen to the request—performing sexual activities in exchange for passing the class. I’m sure that even making a request like that is a felony. The principal would even get arrested, I suppose. Or get a lawyer and an injunction. That avoids a confrontation but costs more.”

“Wow, way to go. Emma.” ... “Emma, you’re a genius.” ... “What a great idea.” Everyone chorused when I finished.

All of us kids were pretty thoughtful and a bit shaken after our discussion session so we all just gradually drifted off in small groups to deal with our thoughts. What I had heard from Jason and Justin about their Program experiences was terribly disturbing and I was so grateful that we had prevented my school from beginning the Program.

Hey—I learnt how to tell them apart! When Jason smiles, his eyes crinkle a bit at the outside and Justin’s don’t. And when Justin starts talking, he does this little squint for a second—very quick. I feel so proud of myself. When I tell Jennifer, she’ll be happy that she won’t have to get them naked to find out who she’s with. Hmm. On second thought, maybe not. Okay, Emma, just stop it.

Some of the kids from our session found their parents and told them about what we had discussed, mentioning my suggestion of how they could refuse to participate in the Program when it came to their school. I quickly learnt about this, because later that afternoon, quite a few parents tracked me down to get more information; their kids’ schools were to start the Program in September and they wanted to protect them from having to take part.

I told them about how I stopped my school from using force on us kids by getting an injunction that warned the school officials that any use of force or even verbal intimidation to require a kid to strip would be prosecuted as a felony. I told the parents that they could use a similar method to prevent their kids’ school officials from using force or intimidation—not necessarily by court order but maybe by simply warning their principal about the potential felony charges he or the teachers could face for sexual battery if they touched a kid. They also asked me for details about what I had learnt about what the Alaskan universities would do about admitting a student if their diploma had been withheld. I told them that they could contact the local universities to see if they would deal with the non-graduation rule for not participating in the Program in the same way. They told me that they’d definitely take my advice and contact their schools this week and wouldn’t even wait for the Program to begin in the school.

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I had quickly learnt, even before my first two days at the nudist resort were over, that the people who came here were a real cross-section of the area’s community, both socially and economically. In fact, that was true of nudists in general. I found out that the people who came were intensely protective of their privacy and kept their nudist life completely separate from their “normal” life. I also found out that you didn’t ask about people’s last names or their occupations, but that didn’t mean that people couldn’t volunteer the information, and most did, when they got to know you. Thus I learnt that the members and guests of the resort included tradesmen, service workers, teachers, professors, police officers, doctors and medical people, members of the military, politicians, shop owners and clerks, executives and office workers—the whole range of society.

One visitor whom I met during my first week at the resort was a very interesting and charming older bloke. The gent was even a judge; I learnt that because he chatted with me, telling me what he did in his textile life and how he became a nudist, and then he asked me a fair amount about myself. It seemed that he already knew a lot about me, probably from the park scuttlebutt. I hadn’t been aware that everyone in the entire resort had either figured out that I was that notable Dr Emma Clarke of superconductivity fame, or had learnt it through park gossip, but I sure figured it out quickly because everyone I met commented on my notoriety. Nudists gossip just as well as any other social group, apparently. Or even better. It seems that with the lack of clothes, people let down their guard much easier, making tongues much looser than usual. Blimey, nudism is even better at removing one’s inhibitions than alcohol!

In the evenings after clubhouse activities and before bed time, the three Marshall kids and I would play cards, a board game, watch a movie, or just cuddle and chat about the day. Within a few days of our being at the park, the girls and I started this little night-time game with Andrew; the three of us would do a rota, one of us girls each night, and wank Andrew till he blew, keeping score for volume and distance. I won’t tell you who eventually won that game (wasn’t me, more’s the pity). Also, the cuddling was blindin’ brilliant, and so was what usually happened after that, when Andrew would wank me (he said that kids here called it “jilling off,” ‘cause guys “jack off.” Who knew? Crazy Americanisms).

In the past, after I had found that little organ down there could give me pleasure, I had obviously done it solo. I would get this nice gentle flush washing over me and then I would sleep better. But when I allowed Andrew to do it to me that first time, he did something that blew my mind into shattered shards of tiny little sparks. That was my first real orgasm! And when he repeated the experiment, the result was reproducible! For a physicist, experimental reproducibility is a very big deal. Well, this one was an even bigger deal. Now I know why people seem to make such a huge fuss about orgasms. Who knew? Well, I do, now. I love those reproducible experiments.

The four of us kids would cuddle together before falling asleep, and after a few days of cuddling with them, any remaining inhibitions I had about naked bodies were gone. Our hands tended to wander to the others’ bodies and caress any warm flesh that we happened to touch. Sliding my hand over another girl’s firm boobies and nipps was a totally new experience. So was the experience of feeling the muscles in Andrew’s rock-hard arse cheeks and comparing the texture of his bum’s flesh to Sam’s silky smooth tush. This was all so blinkin’ awesome; I had never felt so warm and loved before, and my feelings for Andrew were just indescribable. I simply adored snogging with him. He knew what my firm limits were and never exceeded them, nor did he complain. He was also very respectful of his sisters, treating them with love, and they returned it. In stereo.

I also discovered the delight of oral pleasuring with Andrew. It started when we all were cuddling and he bent down and playfully kissed one of my nipples as I was lightly stroking his wonderful erection. I squeaked and Abi looked over.

“Is Andrew tickling you?”

“Aahhh... no, he kissed and licked a nipple. A jolt went right to my fanny.”

Sam sighed. “I wish Andrew could do that to me, but we agreed never to do any oral sex play with him. No kissing below the neck. Andrew is afraid that we’ll get carried away and do more than siblings should. We’ve always drawn the line at doing anything more than wanking him. But you can play with him—you’re not related and being honorary cousins don’t count.”

She giggled. “Carry on, but I won’t say that you’ll keep calm...”

I kissed Andrew and licked his ear. He shivered. I was so damned horny I couldn’t see straight. It looked like Andrew was even hornier.

“Andrew, remember what Justin said about the first relief session he saw? Looks like you need relief down there. I’m gonna try what Justin said he saw in class.”

“Oh god, darling, you sure?”

We snogged a bit more and then I began kissing his chin and then his neck; then I moved down to his chest where I stopped to suck on one of his nipples, then the other. He groaned and his cock lurched when I sucked his nipps; I guess boys’ nipples are sensitive too? Who knew? The skin of his chest is silky smooth; there’s just a little fine hair between his rock-hard pecs, and just rubbing my cheek on those nicely shaped muscles made me really hot. I kept traveling down his front and finally got to his cock. Instead of taking it into my mouth—I was still a bit apprehensive about doing that, but Jennifer’s words came to mind—“It’s just like sucking on a finger but soooo much sexier”—so instead, I licked up and down the side of the shaft and then tickled that cute “V” shaped spot on the bottom of the head—the frenulum? I think so—with the tip of my tongue. Now that got a reaction; he jerked and I heard his breathing quicken.

“Oh, shit, Emma, that’s brill; do that a little more,” he moaned.

I heard Sam’s and Abi’s cooing words of encouragement and heard their breaths quicken too.

I ran my tongue up and down his penis—no, cock—several more times before I finally worked up the courage, opening my mouth and letting his hard roundness slide in. Oh shit, I’m sucking off a boy! I gave an involuntary shiver, steeled myself, and sunk my lips down the shaft till I had about six centimeters in. Only about a third of the way. Bloody frikkin’ awesome; why had I waited so long to do this? It was just like sucking on a finger but soooo much sexier—now where had I heard those words before? Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, does it. And the object being sucked was way, way thicker than a finger, too.

I wiggled my tongue and felt its flat part sliding over that sensitive spot on his cock’s underside and he hissed and his hips jerked. Woah, that’s ace. So I teased the spot for a little bit longer—same result—that’s really ace, another reproducible experimental finding. So then I decided to experiment a little further: let me see how much of him I could fit in. I had already gotten six centimeters in; I estimated he was maybe 18 centimeters long (don’t look it up; that’s about 7 inches). He’s a respectable size, apparently, based on my current but limited sample size of four erect cocks. Hmmm, wonder about Randy’s...? Shit! Stop it, Emma! You already got a boy!

I began to push my mouth down the shaft, then rising up a bit, then trying to go deeper with each bob of my head but making little progress. I only could get two more centimeters in before my gag reflex was too strong to go further. That made me cross; I couldn’t even get half way down. Oh well, I decided to just stick to the head and simply use my lips and tongue to tickle and suck on it, whilst I used both hands to stroke the shaft, which actually seemed to be a little thicker than before and was definitely more rigid now. I was going on that thing pretty enthusiastically now.

Andrew had begun panting and trembling. “Emma... Emma...” he choked. “Gonna...need to... get off me... not in your mouth... oh please...”

I had already resolved to take Jennifer’s advice and see what getting a mouthful of ejaculate felt like. According to her, if you did that, the boy would worship you forever. I already knew that Andrew worshiped me, but I thought that taking his offering would be the most supreme act of love I could do for him since my virginity was off the table. So I reached around and gripped his arse cheeks and pulled his groin into my face whilst I sucked on him even harder.

Suddenly he let go with an anguished moan and then grunted two, three, and four times, as I felt his cock swell and four pulses of a warm, slick, pasty fluid filled my mouth. I had been expecting a strong orgasm since I had seen him shoot before, but I hadn’t entirely expected the effect of having that amount of semen fill my mouth so quickly. A little of it dribbled out of my mouth before I could swallow it. This wasn’t the greatest taste; it was a bit viscid, had a mucous-like texture, salty, and had a trace of sweetness and a kind of bleachy odor. Well, I could stand doing that again; it wasn’t that terrible.

Andrew heaved a great shuddering sigh.

“Damn, darling, that was... my god, like heaven. Come here, sweetheart. My lover.”

He reached for me to pull me into a kiss but I was a bit reluctant—did he want a taste of his own semen?

“You swallowed my cum. It won’t hurt me, darling.”

That settled it, so we began another vigorous snogging session; his fingers on my nipps felt brill as he pulled and pinched them until my teeth began tingling. Whoa, my teeth? What was that about? And then my whole body began tingling, but even more brill was when he began frigging my clit and brought me to a glorious orgasm. Whilst we were occupied with each other, I could hear the sisters sighing and moaning as they were locked in a passionate snogging embrace and their hands were running all over each other... and... yes, they were frigging each other too. Well, Abi had told me that they did that with each other, so now that Andrew had me to play with, I guess they were okay with doing that in our company. Who am I to criticize? They love each other and they’re not into other girls, Sam had told me, and, “We like boys but we don’t want the problems that naked snogging with a boyfriend would cause.” And at a nudist park, whilst there were ample opportunities to experiment; they just weren’t interested.

Andrew had drifted into sleep, so I rolled over toward the sisters to lend another pair of hands and lips to their caressing and snogging and we became a sensuous threesome till mutual exhaustion ended the session. Crikey, do I ever love this family!

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I did it. I celebrated my birthday in the park. Yes, wearing the proper suit, the same one I wore fourteen years ago. The suit’s somewhat taller now, but not by the amount that I would have preferred (I’m still sensitive about my height, despite everyone telling me how pretty I am).

Blimey, the park went all out and made the whole day into multiple events. I think I’m still blushing. The teens arranged for the resort to set up some sports games and called them “Emma’s Birthday Suit Games” and they made me compete in ALL of them. Now I know the reason I didn’t like team sports in high school. I suck. Except at running and swimming! I demanded that they have a naked five kilometer race and that the kids had to run it with me. They did, and a number of adults ran too. Some of them were military, too. Uh oh, now that’s some serious competition. Well, I didn’t come in first, but I did beat every other kid eighteen years old and under! My time was 18:47, according to the guy timing it on his iPad. People were flabbergasted. I thought I was damned good too. And I won a fair number of the swimming races too. I’m small and sleek with long, strong legs. I do quite well in the water, thank you. And after dinner, with birthday cake for dessert, they had a real party with dancing. So nice; it felt like the whole place was family.

It was when we got back to the cabin that I learnt that Andrew and the girls had apparently organized a special birthday present for me. I found out about it when we got into our bedroom. Andrew just picked me up and deposited me on the bed on my back and climbed over me and started kissing me. We mashed our lips and tongues together for several seconds before he broke off the kiss.

“The girls and I have a special birthday gift for you, my darling,” he said as the sisters bounced onto the bed, one on each side of me.

“What are you... ooohh...mmmmffff!”

I couldn’t finish because Sam had leant in and began kissing me, using her tongue, whilst Abi slurped my nearest nipple into her mouth and started licking, nibbling, and sucking on it, sending firebolts straight to my fanny. And my fanny? Andrew was down there now; he had grabbed my legs and had them spread wide; now he leant in there and began to rapidly flick his tongue across my clit, sending all my senses into orbit. He licked and sucked all over my vulva, lashing my clit with his tongue and running his fingers up and down between my fanny lips.

I was losing control; sensations were bombarding me from all sides. I could barely catch my breath; Sam’s kisses were so intense. And later the girls told me that I was babbling nonsense as the three of them played with my body.

Andrew kept working at my fanny. He sucked on my clit for a few seconds more and then switched to nibbling at my lips and suddenly, gripping them with his teeth, he pulled up on the flesh slightly and then released it. Blimey, I saw stars explode!

Then he pulled my lower lips apart with his fingers, exposing my vagina, and whispered, “Your cherry’s gone?”

I came down from heaven and tried to control my breathing.

“...huh...huh... bicycle fall... men’s ... bike... huh... aahhh... hit cross tube... tore it... then tampons opened it more... aahhhh...”

Andrew grunted and then pushed his tongue into the opening of my vagina, licked around it some, and then went back to sucking my fanny lips again. Meanwhile, Sam had left off trying to get her tongue down my throat; she moved to my other, vacant, boobie and began working on it. The two sisters feasting on my boobies and nipps and Andrew working on my fanny was driving me right crazy.

Suddenly I felt a strange fullness ... Andrew had put a finger into my vagina! I must’ve still had a bit of hymen left there because I felt a momentary pinching sensation and then it was gone. From the tingling waves of sensation, he was still flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue whilst he slowly moved that finger in me, in and out, and his palm was pressed into my vulva, jiggling me there. I also think I felt hands and fingers sliding up and down my lips and all that stroking and licking was driving me insane. How many hands does that bloke have, anyway? Then it felt like his mouth mashed hard into me as he wormed the tip of his tongue around the sides of my clit and began rubbing the flat part of his tongue over the area. He pressed his lips tightly against my clit hood and began to suck on it whilst flicking his tongue over the flesh.

If I saw stars before, I was now seeing fireworks; all the sensations created by the three of them were bombarding me from all sides—especially Andrew; he was playing me like a musical instrument. That thought had flashed into my mind when suddenly I felt him start humming on my clit! The vibrations from his humming started an overwhelming feeling rising in my core which began rushing over my whole body. Then suddenly, Andrew pressed that finger in my vagina upwards and began rubbing circles on something inside there that ignited my whole body as his teeth nipped at my clit and squeezed it! I screeched and nearly crushed his head as my thighs clamped shut. My entire body pulsed in the hugest tidal wave of an orgasm ever, a nuclear explosion that just radiated out from my fanny and went on and on in waves and waves of excruciating pleasure that just never stopped. I think I passed out, ‘cause next thing I knew, three concerned faces were hovering above my face.

“Emma darling... sweetheart... are you with us now?”

Faces began to become recognizable. People I knew? Oh! Yes! Yes, I know them. That’s ... erm... Sam. And Abi. And Andrew... oh... why is his face all wet? I reached up to stroke it.

“It’s wet?” I wondered.

Andrew grabbed my hand, kissed it, and chuckled. “That was an epic cum, darling. Yes, I’m wet. Looks like you squirt.”

I ... what?

“Squirt? Oh god, did I pee on you? Oh shit.” I was so embarrassed.

“No, no, not pee. Some very sensuous girls, when they cum, they eject some lubricating fluids from their fannies. I had just tickled where I think your g-spot is and nibbled on your clit and you totally erupted. You came so hard that you passed out and your fanny squirted into my face. Shit, more came out after you squirted and the bed under you is a little wet down there; it kept oozing out until your orgasm stopped pulsing. Jeez, your entire body went into spasms!”

I wiggled my arse. Yep, feels damp. Abi ran out and bounced back with one of our big fluffy pool towels.

“Stick this under there, Emma,” she said as she flopped down next to me.

I did, and suddenly felt completely exhausted. I lay back and felt myself become enveloped by several warm loving bodies snuggling close and consciousness slipped away to be replaced with some amazing dreams.

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Next: Trouble arrives—the Program comes sniffing, looking for Emma. A physics job, a disturbing visit from the state’s child protective services office, and Emma helps her adopted “sister” when the Program starts at her school.

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