Karen Naked in School (Part 2) - Sexgeschichten

Karen Naked in School (Part 2)

... rubbed his knuckles against my shirt. I blushed but forced another smile.

Someone behind me tugged my pants down to my ankles, then did the same with my underpants. I felt hands on my bare buttocks.

The guy who had brushed my chest grinned; he unbuttoned my shirt, then opened my bra. He studied my face as he began feeling my chest. I was blushing pretty hard. I didn't try to move, but looked away from him.

"Look right at me," he told me.

I looked back at him. He smiled.

Then I gasped; one of the guys behind me slid his finger in my vagina! I started to turn, but the guy in front of me held my nipples, and pinched them. "Look at me!" he insisted. I did so; it hurt when he pinched me! He grinned. "Keep looking at me. I like to watch your expressions," he said.

"Here, let me slide my fingers in there for a minute," someone behind me said, and one finger slid out of my vagina, but another slid in. I gasped again, but kept my eyes nervously on the guy in front of me. Then I jumped; someone was pushing their finger up my behind!

"No! Stop that!" I protested, trying to turn around. The guy in front of me grabbed my nipples again and pinched them hard. "Are you going to remember to look at me?" he demanded.

"I'll try!" I said, gulping.

"I thought you said we could do what we wanted with you?" a guy in back of me said.

"You... can!" I said, gasping.

"Would you lean forward a little, please?" he asked cheerfully.

I did so slowly and reluctantly, but ...

... tried to keep my eyes on the guy in front of me. I smiled at him, and he chuckled. "You like this, don't you?"

Just then the bell rang. I felt immensely relieved as the guys behind me yanked their fingers out of my behind and my vagina. The guys behind me pulled my shirt off, and my bra. I smiled at them and bent over to untie my shoes. I got goosed while I did that, and I squealed and straightened nervously, then smiled again. I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my pants and underpants. The guys grabbed at me for a final feel, then cooperated in picking me up. They took my socks off.

"Hey, I was going to wear those!" I protested, trying to be good-natured about it. "Let me down, please, so I can get my shoes back on, okay?"

They let me down, and I hurriedly got my socks and shoes back on. I didn't see my clothes; I assumed the guys had put them in the box. I hurried to algebra class and got to my seat just as the final bell rang.

It was still awfully embarrassing to be the only student in the class who was not wearing any clothes, but I was determined to enjoy it more than I had the first three days, and also to do more than just try to live through the day. When the algebra teacher, Mr. Dennison, asked for volunteers to solve problems on the board, I raised my hand and boldly went to the board to give it a try. When I finished and returned to my seat, the class cheered.

"We don't see that kind of reaction too often," Mr. Dennison remarked, and the class ...