Karen Naked in School (Part 2) - Sexgeschichten

Karen Naked in School (Part 2)

... it doesn't take me long to get ready for it!" I giggled a little.

He chuckled. "You seem to be getting more comfortable with your situation," he noted.

"Oh. Sure." I looked down at myself and nodded. "It's really kind of fun in a way to attend school with no clothes," I admitted to him brightly, trying to be as cheerful as possible. "It's completely different from anything I'd ever have done, or even thought of. It's been embarrassing, but it's also exciting!"

"Good!" He looked me over slowly, and I posed in front of him. "How are the other students treating you?"

"Pretty nicely," I told him. "I let some of them help me undress this morning," I said. "I occasionally get patted or grabbed at in the hallway."

"You don't have to let anyone do that to you," he told me, looking a little concerned.

I blushed a little. "Oh... it's all right. It adds some more excitement to the day."

"Well, I just wanted to find out how you're doing." He smiled at me. "You can go on to your class now."

"I had one question..." I blushed again. "You mentioned a spanking on Monday..."

"Oh, I was just teasing you, Miss Wagner," he said a little hastily. "You haven't done anything to merit that."

"That's good." I looked down, then timidly looked back up. "Actually, I was thinking... a nice firm spanking on my bare buttocks would be kind of... kind of nice," I admitted, blushing hard.

He chuckled. "You'd better get to class."

I hurried into the boy's locker room. No ...

... one else was in there, so I ran out to the gym.

"There you are." Mr. Roquette had just finished taking attendance.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I was talking to the principal in the hallway."

"All right, but please make an effort to be on time in the future." He nodded, and I joined the rest of the class.

"Were you giving him a blow job?" a girl whispered, giggling.

"No!" I blushed.

"Are you going to?" a guy asked.

"No!" I protested.

"Will you give me one?" "How about me?" "I'd like one!" "Me, too!" "Have you ever given anyone a blow job?" "Did you like it?"

"If I can have your attention!" Mr. Roquette snapped, and I was relieved that the barrage of questions stopped.

"It's rainy outside, so we're going to do some inside work today," he said. He split us into three groups, with 5 guys and 5 girls in each.

My group started out playing volleyball. The entire group grinned at me as I put my kneepads on. "Now you're really dressed for giving blow jobs!" Mike said.

I was normally a pretty good volleyball player, but found it's a different game in the nude. The guys were playing as much to get me down on my knees as to win points.

Pretty soon, the guys on my team were playing along and had me sliding all over the floor on my knees after volleyballs.

"You're using good form," Mr. Roquette told me after watching us play for a minute or two.

"You get good stability from having your knees wide apart, and you're angling yourself toward the net ...