"I'd like to make a comment concerning the clothing optional policy," Summer said to the room in general. "I'm not sure if it was by accident or intentional, but the 'not exposing genitalia' clause could cause a lot of problems. I address this comment mainly to the boys, but for the record I want the girls to know that I play for both teams. I'm also an equal opportunity fucker, meaning that if you ask me in a nice way for a blow job or a fuck, the odds are that I'll say yes."
"Anyway, the problem with the clause is that you have to be on the clothing optional list in order to get your junk out of your pants. Think about it. How can I or anyone else suck on your joy stick if they're not allowed to see it--which they're not if you aren't on the clothing optional list. Even if you have absolutely no intention in the world of ever coming to school naked, I suggest you get your parents to grant you that right."
FIRST ONE, THEN THREE
"Okay, I'm almost done," Summer promised. "Most of what I've said thus far has been directed to the boys because I admittedly love cocks. This is for the girls who have never had sex before, but want to and are scared to death to do it for the first time. My boyfriend, Chris, is available for any girl who wants a gentle, caring, loving introduction into sex. We were each others first-time partners, and he also introduced my two best girlfriends to sex. Besides that he also has the experience of having been with a couple of senior girls from our high school and an adult woman."
"He wouldn't just have a quick romp in the hay with you. He'll make slow beautiful love to you. I highly recommend him. I hope that someday he'll ask me to marry him, but obviously not until after I've allowed hundreds, maybe even thousands, of boys to sow their wild oats in my cunt or ass. Okay, let's get back to dancing, and just for the record I never say no to a well-mannered request for a dance, and I love to be fondled while dancing."
Summer blew kisses, and the assembled kids screamed, shouted and applauded loudly.
"Dr. Hastings, I think you might have a problem on your hands, and it's a lot bigger than just that young girl playing sports naked," Mr. Peters commented. "The way her peers are reacting to her, I get the impression that you might have a sexual revolution on your hands by the end of the school year, if not sooner."
Dr. Hastings sighed. "Yes, this isn't going at all like we had hoped. Well, when you think about it, I imagine there are a lot worse problems to have to deal with than a few naked teenage girls running around your junior high school. Especially if they are all as fine as Summer and so damn eager to please."
Danny offered his hand to help Summer down from the table, but she refused it and just jumped off.
"Don't you even think about touching me, Danny Tunes or whatever your real fucking name is," Summer swore. "I don't want anything to do with your kind. Gwen, if this bastard touches you in any way that displeases you, just let me know, and I'll bite his fucking little cock off. And just for the record Danny, I'm one hundred percent serious."
Danny backed away. Something about this girl actually frightened him. She sounded sincere.
"What did he do to you?" Chris asked concernedly as they walked away from the D-Jay table.
"It's not so much what he did to me," Summer replied. "It's what I'm sure he does or at least tries to do to girls like Gwen. I'm positive he is a child molester, and given the time I'd prove it."
"I don't understand," Chris said, looking confused. "You have sex with older men."
"That's totally different," Summer asserted. "I have no problem with a boy or for that matter a man fucking even say a four year old girl if the girl knows what she is doing and is the instigator. But when the male is the aggressor and does anything against the will of any age girl, it really just burns me."
"Is that even possible?" Chris inquired.
"Which, fucking at age four or knowing what it is and wanting it?" Summer asked.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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