College Code of Conduct Side Stories

by cumgirl

Summary:

Short stories from the College Code of Conduct universe, first created by Richard Hertz. Watch as girls try to be modest by following the dress code, but inevitably get stripped or fucked in various ways!

Notes:

• Inspired by Meet Crysta and Donna by Richard Hertz
• Inspired by College Code of Conduct by Multiple

Chapter 1: Introduction

This is a collection of short stories set in the universe of the College Code of Conduct, originally created by Richard Hertz.

In this world, there exists the titular College, which is a typical institution of higher learning, except that it has a very unusual dress code and corresponding code of conduct. The dress code requires that girls may not wear more than one clothing item per layer (e.g. T-shirt and bra would not be okay, she would have to pick only one). She can only have on at most one top and one bottom, but those are defined as "clothes above/below the navel". Wearing socks counts as a bottom, so she cannot wear anything else, such as panties or a skirt. If she does wear panties, those can be her only clothing, effectively outerwear. Girls also usually trim pubic hair, as a bush counts as a bottom. If something covers both below and above, that counts as a dress. That means most "shirts" are what the College considers "T-shirt dresses" and must be worn with no other clothing. Full nudity is technically discouraged, but essentially always allowed.

In order to ensure compliance, the College has a number of inspectors (or sometimes, allowing any student to serve as a peer inspector) who can call over a girl, and require her to strip to ensure she is in compliance. If she is dressed according to the code, she can re-dress and go about her day. If not, her clothes are confiscated as evidence and she must go naked until her day in the College's court system.

Because dressing "modestly" (by normal standards) means that you could potentially be in violation, such students are more likely to be inspected. After all, if a girl has a long dress on, she could easily be hiding panties underneath, whereas if she had a short miniskirt it's much more obvious that she has no panties. This creates a perverse incentive for girls to wear revealing or "cheeky" clothing to avoid being inspected (which involves stripping nude).

However the code of conduct also requires that all girls be subject to fondling. Any exposed skin is fair game for touching by people of any gender. The idea is to encourage girls to dress modestly because if the skin was covered, they wouldn't be touched there. But combined with the above, girls are in a tough spot deciding how much skin they want to show, and what they want to risk leaving uncovered. You see while public nudity and sex are fully legal, most people are still shy about being uncovered in public.

In addition to allowing nudity and sex, landowners can set their own rules involving consent. On the College campus, the policy requires that girls be considered giving consent if they are sexual aroused. In such a case, a nearby boy is obligated to perform a "consensual rape", which is a punishment for having allowed herself to indecently becoming aroused. But because anyone can grope the exposed skin of girls, they must resist touching if they do not want to be raped.

To avoid multiple rapes while a girl is still aroused, she is protected from rape while she has a creampie dripping from her (except on "Spirit Days"). Boys are encouraged to cum as deeply as possible, so that the semen lasts for as long as possible. (Condoms do not exist in this world, as girls cannot become pregnant without wanting to.)

Other than consensual rape and obeying the instructions of teachers, boys have few obligations under the rules. They can dress as they wish and are not subject to inspections. However this does not mean they also can end up naked. The swimming pool requires that all students be naked, and students are usually nude in gym class. Additionally, instructors (themselves not subject to these rules) can order that students strip or be subject to rules which supersede normal College rules.

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Donna and Crysta are two girls who are attending / graduated from the College, and experience a number of hijinks there. Donna later becomes a teacher, where she teaches the CP (College Prep) class at a high school to help prepare young students for the unintuitive consequences of the dress code. CP students are subject to College rules and regulations in lieu of high school ones.

Other colleges have the same or similar rules. High schools on the other hand tend to have a different dress code. They often vary, but a common dress code is "no visible panties". As long as the student's panties aren't visible, they can wear whatever (which also means they can be naked). Unfortunately, high school girls love wearing cute "T-shirt and panties" outfits. Here they wear a normal length shirt with panties underneath in case it flips up, so their pussy isn't visible. This conflict is managed in different ways by different schools.

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There are many more rules than explained here (for instance, "topless-disallowed" buildings, or not carrying clothing), but you can read more about those on the College Code of Conduct site or in the stories here. Enjoy!

Notes:

Example stories to get started:

• Donna's Story
• Topless Challenge
• October 1, 2013
• My Peer Inspection at Home - by Cheryl
• Tammy gets measured
• Going to Lynn's house
• High School Punishment
• Crysta's First Bottomless Day in High School
• Visiting Day
• August 5, 2017
• October 16, 2016
• August 10, 2016
• August 12, 2016
• Ms. Winters' Medical
• Inspector Test
• The Calculus Test

Chapter 2: Emily's Story

Hey all, I'm Emily! I'm only in high school right now, but I'm already doing my part to get used to the College. You may recognize my brother's girlfriend Rachel as the Pretty Girl of the Day for August 10, 2016. I thought I'd tell my story of what happened. If you haven't heard of what happened with Rachel, you should read that first.

Rachel has been dating my older brother Mike for years before they went to the College. My parents really adored her, and after her parents talked to mine, our family realized she wasn't going to be ready for the dress code before she finished high school. Mike was working hard to get her used to the college, and loved telling us stories over dinner about their antics: groping her, stripping her, and even having sex out where her family could see. He even got help from Rachel's 12-year old brother and his friends! My parents were pleased with his progress.

On the day we were going to drive Mike and Rachel to the College, as usual I put on a T-shirt and miniskirt, no underwear, like I wear to high school. But my mom approached me before Rachel arrived:

"Honey, I'm really happy you're going to support your brother and his girlfriend at the College today. One thing you might not know is a lot of the little sisters who go on opening day choose to be naked too. We, well, we know Rachel has still been having trouble with nudity, and I thought you could support her."

I cocked my head, uncertain.

"It would mean a lot to her if you did. It means a lot to a naked girl to have others around her also naked."

I wasn't convinced. "But uh, won't there be people who will take pictures?" I knew boys had taken pictures of my pussy when the wind flipped up my skirt, but that was so different from going to a campus where tons of girls would be naked, with official photographers!

My mom reassured me. "It won't be that bad. There are already naked pictures of you from last year's science project. Besides, Rachel is going to spend lots of time naked compared to you, it's the least you could do."

I nodded. "Okay, I'll go naked."

I started to strip off my top but she stopped me. "Wait until Rachel joins us in the car. She might get cold feet if she sees you naked there first."

Even though I was used to going commando, waiting for Rachel to arrive made me hotter than I expected. I guess my body was itching, excited for when I would be fully naked in public on a crowded school campus.

It was just a different experience. You see, my mom thought underwear and pubic hair was bad for growing bodies and banned it, so my brother and I grew up with our genitals getting plenty of "circulation". This was especially a transition when I started high school, and like most freshmen, started wearing a lot of shorter skirts and dresses, but I got used to it.

I'm glad my mom did that, since it made dressing for high school a breeze. Sure I wore the same thing, a top and a bottom, but some of my friends had more trouble. You see, T-shirt and panties were really popular, but they were risky. The high school's dress code was "no visible panties", so the T-shirt dress had to be long enough to cover, but then it wasn't cheeky. But if it showed, then you'd be forced to take it off and go bottomless. But for me, I could wear whatever I want and I'd never get in trouble.

I was awoken from my thoughts when the doorbell rang. It was Rachel, naked, and my pussy immediately started tingling.

My brother reached up to hug and grope her, as he usually did, and then they loaded up her luggage into the car. I quietly escaped into the vehicle.

After we got going, with a bit of prodding from mom, I stripped off naked, tossing my clothes out the window. I looked back over at Rachel; even though I had seen her naked tons of times before, this time I felt a kind of special link, a kinship. We were in this together.

"That was sweet," Rachel finally said, and before I knew it she was kissing me passionately. I didn't know what to do, but I was so excited I returned the favor with gusto. We ended up getting very handsy, and she didn't stop until I came.

Wow.

I had fooled around with my girlfriends of course, like any girl, but I had never experienced something so raw and passionate. After that orgasm, I knew without a doubt that I was bisexual. My mother and brother both looked at me and simply smiled.

We finally arrived at the school, and it was incredible. All these other naked girls, just like Rachel. And mom was right, there were a lot of naked younger sisters! But I also noticed some of them were shy and wearing panties, or were even fully clothed. I felt proud that I had the confidence to be naked like the new students.

We made it to Rachel's dorm and met her new roommate. It was an experience, meeting the girl she would live with for a year, except they were both butt naked. She must've noticed that I was staring at her big boobs, since she reached over and groped my flat breasts for a bit. Then the girls lined up to get the pictures for their ID cards, which is apparently why they had to be naked.

I have to confess, this whole experience had been so exciting I couldn't stop from openly touching myself. Imagining that, no matter what I wore, anyone could see me naked on my ID, or on the College website.

We spent some time walking around the campus, and were stopped by a school photographer. He was a cute guy, and he wasn't wearing anything below the waist.

"Hey girls, can I get a few photos?"

Rachel was still a bit shy, but my mom was able to prod her. "After all, you just got your ID picture taken," she reasoned.

We posed a few times for him, and on the last one I felt brave. I turned around, grabbing Rachel's boobs, and shook my bare butt for the photographer, who happily snapped up some shots.

"Great, thanks! Be sure to check 'em out on the school website! See the 'opening day' gallery."

A part of me couldn't handle the thought of strange boys and girls browsing the website and seeing me, fully naked and proud. I quietly resumed masturbating.

My brother didn't stop either, this whole time he kept looking for excuses to grope Rachel. "I'm helping you practice," he explained, smiling.

Mike kept going, and soon he had her bent over and was fingering her, spreading her juice everywhere. But he didn't stop, and soon he had his pants down, his cock pointed at her pussy like it had many times before. How fun, getting "raped" by your boyfriend like this. It was extremely hot.

Some other boys wandering around saw this and decided to help enforce the Code of Conduct. On me. They came up to me and ordered me into position. Of course, I complied, and they began groping me. To be honest, I was already wet at this point, but they began expertly teasing me, and soon I was moaning and visibly dripping.

"No, don't!" I looked over to Rachel, who was being raped by Mike on a nearby bench. "She's not a student here, she's only sixteen!"

The boys looked at each other for a bit, then back at me. Ultimately, they tucked their penises back into their shorts and went their way. After all that build-up, I felt really down. Why would she deny me what she was currently enjoying?

"If I’m going to go to all the trouble of being naked in front of a bunch of horny boys, at least you can let them rape me," I said, a bit cross. "My pussy was all wet and ready." My parents seemed to agree but didn't push the issue with Rachel.

Nothing else really happened, and soon we said our goodbyes. My parents and I were driving on the way back, and I was stretched out on the seat since there was nobody else. I was so tense and horny at this point, I didn't even care, and openly stroked myself while we were heading back.

"I really appreciate you doing that for Rachel, honey. It meant a lot to her," my dad said.

I frowned. "I was treated like some annoying kid. But I have this body, I'm horny, and everything, just like her. Those boys should've raped me."

"She appreciated it. She's, well you know, she's not adjusted to the way things happen there yet." He paused. "You know, the rules are relaxed on visiting days. If you were a regular student then your age wouldn't matter. A student is subject to the Code of Conduct like any other."

"I'm still in high school. I'm not some supergenius who can start college this early," I responded.

"There might be some advanced classes," my mother offered.

When we got home, normally I would've found some replacement clothes and worn those, but I I stayed naked. I was thinking about the experience at the College. It felt so freeing, so exciting. It wasn't like high school where girls were more shy, there are barely a dozen naked girls in the whole school on a normal day. And basically no sex, well at least that I saw.

After wasting some hours watching a dumb TV show, I realized I couldn't stop thinking about it. I shut it off and looked at my school's course chart. I was way ahead of the curve on math classes, but I wanted to take advantage of that for a free period this year and next. But I saw some advanced math courses which were only taught at the College. It was tempting. Really tempting. I checked out the syllabus, looked up the professor (which, because it was the College, included nudes), and decided. Yeah, I'm going to do it.

The next morning, I woke up, still naked. I knew I couldn't procrastinate this, or my fear might win. Taking a deep breath, I went and registered for classes right there. That was it, I was committed.

When my parents joined me for breakfast, I explained what I did. I felt nervous, but their gentle smiles were reassuring.

"I'm not sure if you saw but, now you're a college girl. You'll need to respect the dress code when you're on campus," mom said.

I nodded. "I know."

"That means high school too. You have to wear something that respects the high school and college dress codes," she continued.

I gulped.

"Now my rule about underwear and pubic hair is still active, you know. I know you're comfortable with your cute T-shirt and miniskirt combo, and that's technically in line with the Dress Code, well, there are some nuances you'll learn. But I think you should go naked to the college. Force yourself to get out of your shell. Grow. Be natural."

I thought about it.

"Uh, you know. I felt different when I was naked with Rachel. It felt right, you know? But my math class is in the middle of the day, they bus us back and forth and when I get back it's lunch. I think it'll be inconvenient to strip and dress. Since I have to obey both dress codes anyways, I'll just be naked all the time."

"Even at high school?" dad asked.

"Yeah. There are some girls who do it. ...or maybe they're punished, I'm not sure."

My mom smiled. "I think that's a wonderful idea."

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Fast forward to a month later, and I felt like a new woman. My friends got used to my nudity, and one of them joined me by always going bottomless. ("After all, the boys can see up my skirt anyways" she told me.) Then I'd take the bus with a couple other high school girls and boys taking college courses. Only one of them was naked all the time like me, but we all became friends. After all, we all had to wear the same limited clothing, had inspections, groping, etc etc. The boys weren't technically subject to it, but they totally understood what we were going through.

I wasn't sure if I'm an exhibitionist, have a high libido, or just have an efficient pussy, but every time a college kid would grope me or asked me to present, I was wet. In fact, some of the college students there started getting used to us. As soon as I'd get off the bus, some cute older boy would find out I'm in violation and stick his dick inside. And if he didn't, one of the high school boys would fill in. Maybe it's just me, but I found it easier to focus with a creampie drooling out of me during the lecture.

Us girls had all kinds of stripping games in class, just like the regular college kids. Of course I was already naked so I mostly sat and watched, but it was fun talking strategy with the other girls, both high school and college. I understood why all the girls here formed such strong bonds. By the end of the third week I had kissed a quarter of the girls in the class.

And I visited Rachel plenty too. Sometimes she had free time and could greet me off the bus, or other times I walked over to her dorm room. And even if she wasn't there, her roommate was available to "relieve" me. She's grown a lot, you know. Rachel has this nice bush she's grown out, and isn't even scared of being bottomless or naked any more. I was really proud of her.

After the first big test of the semester, I went over to Rachel's dorm to relax. The girls in her hall were sitting around, mostly unclothed obviously, and telling silly stories to each other. Rachel waved me over and she began to tongue me to help me relax. You know, she has gotten a lot better at that. Must be because of the college experience.

Chapter 3: The Clothing Theorem

Jennifer bounced into the dorm room, butt naked and smiling as always. She used to wear T-shirt dresses or go bottomless, but recently she had gone practically everywhere without clothes.

"Hey Jenny," her roommate Sandra said, who was bottomless and casually masturbating with a dildo. She and several other girls in the hall were in a circle in the common room, chatting about their day.

Jennifer set down her backpack and joined the group. Sandra looked over and saw some cum dripping out of her roommate's pussy and knew what had happened. "Oh, I'm sorry."

She shrugged. "It's okay, it happens. I'm feeling pretty good since I had just math class."

Sandra removed the dildo from her pussy and put it up to her roommate's nether lips, and after Jennifer nodded, she pushed it in and began gently thrusting.

"You seem to really like that class, Jen."

She smiled. "Yeah, the subject material is interesting, and there's this really great 'game' we've been doing." Jennifer moaned briefly as the toy pushed inside her.

"Game? What do you mean?" a nude brunette named Angela asked.

"I guess you all haven't heard yet," Jennifer started. "In class we've been studying parity and some related theorems, and the professor introduced this game she always does. You see, she explains she doesn't use nude punishments a lot in her classes, but instead wants students to come together constructively instead." She paused a bit to allow a moan to escape. The other girls watched with rapt interest.

"After the first week, the professor explained the deal. The total number of articles of clothing worn by all students needs to be divisible by the number of students in attendance. It works according to the dress code, so pubic hair counts as a bottom. The lecture can't start until people strip enough clothes so that it's divisible." Jennifer continued. Some of the girls were having trouble visualizing it, so she added an example. "Uh, so let's say there are four students, two boys and two girls. The boys can wear layers so let's say they have three items each. One of the girls is topless, one article, and the other is naked, zero articles. That's seven articles among four students."

"If somebody put something on, it would be even," Angela observed.

"Correct. But you can only strip strip, not put stuff on. Of the four students, three articles need to come off."

"Wait, you're counting boys too? They aren't part of the dress code!" a topless girl interjected.

"Yeah, but the professor tried it in the past, and the game doesn't work if only half the class participates. But the class is mostly sophomores, so even the boys don't mind stripping. Though in my class there are two freshmen boys who, well they're adjusting." She added with a smile.

"Each lecture starts with a period where everyone coordinates about how much to take off?" Sandra asked.

"Yes – moans – unless you're already in alignment. If you are, the professor verifies and the lecture starts." Jennifer paused. "Usually we're pretty close. But sometimes you go too far, and hit the next class size multiple. When that happens, we might have to strip as many items of clothing as students in the class, minus one."

"The girls observe the dress code, so probably aren't wearing much to begin with. Then this means most of the clothes come from the boys, right?" a naked girl asked.

"Right, so when I used to wear a t-shirt, I would take it off, and then the boys had to haggle and figure out who would strip. Most of the girls end up naked, but it's fast, and the boys end up deciding for too long. But this gets to the interesting part: meta strategies. You see, us students are encouraged to coordinate a strategy to minimize how much stripping we have to do, both to avoid embarrassment, and because it takes time up that we could be learning." Jennifer explained.

"I thought this is where it was going, it's a math class after all. So there are strategies that kind "balance out" with time?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, and in the second week of the game we talked about a few. Here's an easy one: everyone is naked. Since the total number of articles is zero, and zero divides everything, it's always valid." Jennifer positioned herself against the wall to better receive Sandra's dildo-fucking.

"People might find that embarrassing, but at least it's only in the class itself," the topless girl said. Angel meanwhile had shifted over to Jennifer and had started groping her cute little breasts.

"No, I didn't explain. Any clothes you strip stay in the classroom until the next lecture, except over weekends. If you miss the next lecture, they're donated. And you have to stay dressed the same or less outside the class. Everyone being naked is a stable strategy, but it has downsides, like other classes treating you like you're a rulebreaker. Which leads me to the next obvious stable strategy, which here on the campus we probably forgot about: everyone being fully clothed."

"That's just begging to be inspected," a girl chimed in.

"No no," Jennifer clarified. "I meant everyone wears one top and one bottom. Totally in line with the dress code. In fact if you realize, any situation where people where the same number of clothing articles as everyone else is stable, like if everyone went bottomless. There's also the setup of having people where different things, as long as the number of naked / fully clothed and topless / bottomless people are equal."

"But that's easily ruined if someone gets inspected or just forgets," Angela added, now occasionally licking Jennifer's nipples in addition to her groping. Sandra looked on smiling, continuing to use her toy.

"Mmmm – yeah, and don't forget about any clothes left behind from previous lectures. Before any counting happens, all the clothes have to be worn by somebody, but layering isn't allowed obviously. If there are any extras, they are donated. So when you – moans – ah dress for the class, you need to remember how many extra articles were worn and subtract that. But you don't want to shoot too far or the other classmates will be collectively wearing too little. And – mmmmmmMMM!!"

Jennifer moaned as she came, grasping at the carpet.

"Hey everyone! I invited Jack here if that's okay!" Sarah, a cute little freshman, wandered in a T-shirt dress next to a bottomless boy. Her hand was wrapped around his cock and a conspicuous white drool was coming from her pussy.

"Hey Jack, welcome. You can leave your shirt, shoes and socks in that box there," Sandra said. Boys were welcome in the dorm on invitation, but they were required to be naked for the duration.

He cooperated, and Sarah eagerly sat down in the circle with her legs crossed, making her freshly-fucked pussy obvious.

"Thanks for the orgasm Sandra," Jennifer said, leaning over to give a kiss to her roommate.

"Hey uhh Sandy! Your pussy looks just like mine a few minutes ago." Sarah poked at Sandra's vulva, which were aroused from what she had just done to her roommate. After inserting a finger, it was clear she was wet.

"Don't worry, I got here just in time," Jack added, now naked. He gently bent Sandra back and entered her, and started consensually raping her. While it was his duty, he was careful to be gentle since he was still a guest in the dorm.

The other girls gathered around to watch, with several, such as Angela, openly masturbating to the scene. One of the topless girls shed her bottom so she could be naked.

"Here, let me pay you back for the orgasm you gave me," Jennifer added, and began gently stroking her roommate above her clitoris.

"Actually," Jennifer said. "This reminds me. The professor counts cum in a girl's pussy to be a bottom, in addition to whatever else she's wearing. Like a bush you can't really take it off, so an unexpected consensual rape can throw off the numbers for the day. But that's the one exception to the rule about putting on clothing. If we're short one article of clothing from divisibility, instead of everyone minus one stripping, one girl can volunteer to get a creampie from a boy in the class, and that will count. But any stripping has to stay for the duration of the class, even if it was only for the sex."

"Th-that's an interesting rule," Sandra said, trying to pay attention while being fucked.

"It's only been used a few times, but since our lecture is forty students, it has saved a lot of people from being naked. Both the boy and girl are thanked after for their sacrifice – see, even though boys are usually the "enemy" of girls in stripping games, since the boys also have to participate we get a real sense of camaraderie."

"Wow, that's cool!" Sarah said, openly stroking herself. "I love how creative some of the teachers get with their activities."

"Yeah," Jennifer nodded. "And she really thought about it too, there are some special rules the professor explained to avoid weird situations. For instance, if a student arrives late, normally that would mean the entire clothing calculation is redone, but since that's annoying, they just have to strip naked and leave their clothes with the others. The professor also understands people like to grow out their bushes, and thinks shaving takes too long, so you can't "take off" a bush bottom, it's just a challenge in the computation. If there's an impossible situation where you need to strip one article of clothes, but it's a bush, and nobody else can strip because they're naked, then the lecture can start if you can prove the impossibility to the professor."

"This is really intricate, but surely there's an ideal strategy. What is it?" the previously-topless girl asked.

"The professor has a proof at the end of the semester, but I think us students have some of the parts of it figured out. Our strategy is to mostly go naked, topless, or bottomless. In a group chat, we message if there are issues, and to wear extra items if we're slightly short. The goal is to be a couple items of clothing above divisibility for leeway, we strip them off, then class starts. Nowadays the stripping takes only a couple minutes," Jennifer said.

Sandra moaned as Jack was finishing inside her. "Th-thanks for e-explaining all that," she began. "That class was one o-of the ones for next semester, I think I'll take it."

"Really glad! I'm sure you'll love it!" Jennifer smiled.

Chapter 4: Christina's new high school

Hey, I'm Christina. I'm 15 and recently moved to this high school. It's been nice overall, but I've had a hard time getting used to the gym class. You see, the school has budget issues and hasn't had a locker room for years. When it's time for gym, you need to change out of all your clothes at your regular locker, then walk naked to the gym building, where you put on the provided gym uniform. Though, that uniform is just a white T-shirt, since they don't have enough money for gym shorts. Thankfully it usually covers my pussy, though sometimes it's a bit short and doesn't.

While all the other students are pretty used to this, I found this really hard to feel comfortable with. The first time I had gym class I didn't know about the dress rules, but thankfully it was just orientation and they didn't have us do any actual exercise. But that first day, dreading walking across campus naked, I didn't know what to do. I told myself, I'll wear only my underwear, that way I'll be more covered than absolutely nothing. I changed out of my clothes, stuffing them in my locker, and walked to the gym. But the other students gave me weird looks since I wasn't naked, so I don't know if it was more embarrassing or less. But after class I realized the major flaw. I had to change out of my underwear right before putting on the gym uniform, and then after class my underwear was nowhere to be found! The teacher said it was probably taken to be laundered with the previous period's gym clothes, but it meant I had to spend the rest of that day commando.

After a week I felt more comfortable walking outside naked. The air on my skin was the strangest feeling, but nobody looked at me weird. In fact, lots of students wandered around naked. There was gym of course, but there was also health class. It's a required class for sophomores, and for educational purposes all the students have to be naked all day on days when they have the class. What a scary thought!

But I soon found out nudity was a style students would wear because they wanted to. It turns out being fully or partially naked is fully allowed by the school's dress code.

I had become good friends with Sasha, a girl who had lived in this city all her life. She knew I wasn't used to being naked in public and thought she'd help me out. She introduced me to a stripping game, apparently very popular at her middle school.

The way it works is you come to school wearing what you want. You meet with your friends, and you each take off one item and put it in your locker, and you can't wear it until after school. Not that big of a deal, right? But here's the kicker: you get the average number of clothing items per person in the group, and anyone wearing more than that number has to remove items until you're at that average. Sasha said it was super useful for getting boys and girls more comfortable with showing skin, which is why all the kids were nonchalant by the time of high school. Figures.

At her prodding, we started playing that stripping game. The first time, I spent a lot of time in front of my mirror, trying out different combinations to see how much I could take off and still be decent. The real issue was that I had no idea how much she would wear. Well, I knew how much she usually wore. She liked going with a T-shirt and panties, sometimes with a jacket, or long socks, or tons of other things. But she could also leave them home too. And either way we'd have to take at least one item off, so I had to account for that.

I ended up going with a cardigan, cute T-shirt, shorts and panties. I went without a bra, I didn't want to have to strip too much, and besides I probably wouldn't use it as my clothing in the end. But panties? I thought there was a chance I'd have to wear those as outerwear.

I arrived at school that day, and greeted her. She was wearing a T-shirt and miniskirt that demonstrated that she had panties underneath. First, we each took off our one item. She removed her panties, and I took off my cardigan. But now we needed to fix the average. She had less on so she wouldn't have to take off anything. The average was 2.5 items of clothing, but she explained you always had to round down the item count, so I had to take off one item.

I thought about it for a bit, then took off my panties. Being commando wasn't so bad. T-shirt and shorts, that covers everything. Though it was quite embarrassing pulling down my shorts, then my panties, then pulling my shorts back up.

The next day she upped the ante, arriving in only a T-shirt and panties. I was wiser as to her strategy and that day came with only three items. She stripped off her panties, showing off how she was fully decent in a T-shirt dress. I have to admit, I was starting to understand the school's logic here. I took off both bottoms and went in a "dress" too.

Though sometimes, I felt like my pussy was very visible. Sasha recommended masturbating, it was calming and took your mind off your pussy showing.

"After all," she explained. "Seeing people's genitals isn't that weird. If you're self-conscious about it, then others will notice. If you're confident they won't." I had to admit she had a point.

Then one day, Sasha showed up to school butt naked.

"I don't have to strip anything!" Sasha grinned.

"You can't strip anything," I replied.

"Well, I think you know how the math works out."

I nodded and stripped all my clothes too. That day was my first naked for all my classes, not just going to gym. It was surprisingly freeing, nobody said anything negative, and I talked to this cute naked boy in my literature class. Even though he was casually masturbating, it felt like a normal conversation between high school students.

Every day for two weeks she showed up naked, and eventually I got the message and started showing up to school naked too. After all, it was more embarrassing to strip in public than to already be naked. However, Sasha still made us go through the ritual of pretending we had clothes to count and strip. She liked to tease my nipples when I complained. Eventually I built up the courage to start masturbating in class, and even when I was called up to the whiteboard to write my answer (my pussy juices very obvious), the total acceptance made me start to become more confident.

One day, Sasha explained that the stripping games would be changing. The clothing item averages worked a lot better with bigger groups, instead of just two people, but that didn't matter now that I was more used to being naked. I still remember her toothy grin when she said we were on to "phase 2".

"You can go naked all the time if you want, but you probably want to wear some cute sexy clothes like the other girls, right? So here's how this game will work: you'll have a clothing budget."

"What do you mean?"

She put on a serious face as she started explaining. "No more friendly stripping. Every week you have a clothing budget of five items, max. Three during the school week, two on the weekend. That means of the five days of school, you can wear at most three items of clothing spread throughout the week. Let's say you wear a T-shirt and panties on Monday. Well, you've already used up 2/3, so you gotta go naked for the rest of the week, except one day where you get to wear one item. Does that make sense?"

I considered it for a moment. "Wait, this applies on the weekend too? And at home?"

"Yep! It is round two after all."

I gulped. I thought back to the first day I went to school naked. My mom would simply smile and wish me luck when I left, my dad was buried in his newspaper. Sure, my little brother would stare at my breasts, but that was only during breakfast. Right after school I could get dressed again and feel normal.

"And you can't just stay at home, hiding. I'll be taking us out to the park, to the mall, just like normal. Don't worry, I'll be dressed following these rules too!" she tried to reassure me.

"I can't be naked all the time with my family though, that's so embarrassing?" I responded.

"Why? You've been naked for weeks in front of other kids here at school and it's not a big deal right? You've taken baths with your brother before, hell you were born naked in front of your parents! Besides you said they've been supportive."

"Yeah but, that was a long time ago. I'm not unclothed a lot at home."

Sasha shook her head. "Still a lot of prudishness to clear up. You know there's not an inch of me my folks haven't seen, that's the way it should be."

And so we started the clothing budget game. Sasha had said this would make me good at wearing creative and revealing outfits, and she was right. The first day, I was pacing back and forth naked in my room, wondering what I should do. My thought process was interrupted when my mom burst in to remind me of breakfast.

"M-mom! You can't -"

"What's wrong? If you're going to school naked again today, hurry on down or your food'll get cold."

I eventually settled on a T-shirt dress, and tried to get it as long as it would go. I headed downstairs.

My mom seemed a bit disappointed in my choice, but that wasn't what took my attention. It was my little brother, he was naked!

"Uh, hey, Timmy, why aren't you wearing clothes?"

He snapped back. "Wh-what? You're always going to school naked, what's wrong with me too?"

"There there," my mother intercepted. She turned to me. "His middle school is starting to play the stripping game, and he really wants to see his friend Michelle's boobs."

"- or pussy," he added.

"Anyways, I think he's being very brave, and I told him you were probably going naked today too. I thought it would help him find the courage."

I gulped. Well, with the budget I'd have to go naked some days anyways...

I pulled off my T-shirt and tossed it down the hall. My brother seemed much relieved, but still didn't uncover his crotch.

I arrived at school to find a pleasantly surprised Sasha. She was wearing only a pair of tiny blue panties, she basically looked naked like me.

"It's not what you think!" I said, before explaining what had happened. We eventually began laughing about it.

The day went normally, as always. Soon I was home again, my nude brother walking in at around the same time as me.

"So, uh, how was it?"

He seemed to be more chipper than this morning. "It was GREAT! I lowered the average so much that both girls had to take off their bras. One of them said she'd plot revenge by coming naked tomorrow. I'm so glad I did it, thanks sis!"

I nodded. "Oh but, starting now I can't get dressed again at home."

He paused. "Oh? Well I'll join you." He put his shorts back down. We both noticed his erection form at my words, but neither of us said anything. The rest of the day was without issue, though I could tell from the smell in the air when my brother ejaculated.

The next day I went to school wearing a regular-sized T-shirt dress. It covered my navel but that was about it, my pussy was entirely on display. Timmy wasn't super happy but accepted it. He was naked again of course.

I arrived at school and found that Sasha was naked. "You know what", she said, "we should go to the mall today!"

This was what I had been bracing myself for. I kept telling myself, it was no different than going to class naked, or in revealing clothing. Sure, I was completely bottomless, but I had been to the mall before the school year had started and saw some bottomless girls then too. It was normal, stylish.

We entered the cool building and immediately I forgot that, between the two of us, we only had one piece of clothing on. We went through the aisles, trying on clothes, getting a makeover, enjoying some burgers in the food court. It was a grand time. The store employees knew all the latest fashions for high school girls, and showed us actual pictures of all the kinds of revealing outfits girls these days were wearing. I was amazed at the creativity. My favorite part though had to be when we passed by the sports shop and saw four naked boys and one bottomless one checking out the equipment. We decided to rest on a bench and check them out in return.

The day after I went to school topless, a first. Yeah I had been naked but only exposing my boobs drew more attention to them. But I wasn't even embarrassed, honestly it was kind of exciting. I had chosen to wear some short shorts and panties. A naked Sasha was pleased when I told her I was "using up" the rest of my items for the week to be in naked solidary with Timmy, who was starting the middle school stripping game.

The rest of the week, and the weekend (even though I had two extra items), I went butt naked. We went to the mall again, this time both naked, and had a lot of fun. I found some new sexy clothes, Sasha got perfume, and we both posed for pictures for teenage boys we saw there. I later found out that they had gotten all over the internet, with all manner of pervert masturbating to it, but I didn't care. I felt free.

We only went another one week in phase 2 before Sasha had determined I was completely used to how kids dressed. She said that the clothing games were over, but that, of course, I was encouraged to wear as little as I wanted, and we would compete to have the cheekiest and sexiest clothing. I found lots of styles I loved, like wearing short T-shirt dresses, or panties only, or only a belt. It didn't take long for my newfound confidence to find me lots of new friends, with all kinds of fashionable girls and hot guys hanging out. Sometimes naked, sometimes with (a little) clothing.

Oh and by the way, Timmy asked Michelle out and she said yes. They had made a "bottomless pledge", for both of them to never cover their butt or genitals again while they were together. I heard rumors that they had had sex in the gym closet, but he refused to confirm this.

I knew I would be ready for the College after I graduated. It's not that much more intense, right?

Chapter 5: Ashley has Health Day

After eating breakfast, I grabbed by backpack and headed out the door when my mom stopped me.

"Ashley? Dear, why are you naked?"

I rolled my eyes. "Don't you know mom? It's Health Day."

"Huh?"

I set the bag down to explain. Ever since we moved here, my mom has never understood anything about the school system here. "Health Day. Every month at all the high schools there's a day where instead of normal lessons, they have courses on nutrition, anatomy, mental health, and it ends with PE."

"Okay, I see. But then why are you naked?" she asked, still not getting it.

"Because they want all the students to come to school naked. Makes it easier to teach health lessons." I lowered a finger to my pussy to play with it a bit. I was a bit anxious, since I didn't want to be late.

"Oh. And you're okay with this?"

"Yeah duh. Everyone else is naked too, it's not a big deal. Did you never go naked to school?" I asked

"Well, no..."

"Anyways, I gotta go. See ya!" With that, I picked up my bag and ran, bare feet slapping the ground.

I entered the homeroom classroom, and quickly took my seat. The rest of my classmates, all naked of course, were sitting in their seats. My homeroom had a few freshmen, who were visibly embarrassed at being publicly nude.

I had arrived about three minutes late. Most teachers would've let that slide, but not Mr. Hudge.

"Ashley Baker? You're late. Set your bag down and come up here."

Dutifully, I placed my backpack at an empty desk and then came to the front. I sighed. Teachers were allowed to spank students for infractions, but they were first required to strip them naked. Not that that mattered here, of course.

I laid myself across his lap. He reached down and began fondling my pussy, which got super wet. Then he delivered three slaps to my butt, and resumed fondling. The embarrassment, pain, and arousal culminated in me cumming in front of the entire class. He let me go, and I was panting as I sat down again. God, that was embarrassing! Non-consensually cumming in front of your classmates was not something every girl enjoyed.

But the class went by pretty normally, and soon we were walking to the next class. This time it was anatomy. The teacher asked for volunteers, and of course most everyone raised their hand. You see, volunteers on Health Day got extra credit, and the teacher often let you cum too. The teacher didn't pick me though, she picked a cute little girl named Rachel and a tall boy named Jake. But I was picked as the photographer.

During the class, she had them do a number of poses, she'd talk about them, and then I'd take some pictures. At first it was typical stuff, full frontal, genital close-up, then she had Rachel bend over, open her pussy lips, side view of Jake's erection, etc. I was a bit jealous that their naked pictures would be on the school's website and not mine.

By the end the couple was visibly aroused, and to be honest, so was I.

"Okay then, we're done with today's class. You two can relieve yourselves if you need it."

Rachel nodded and immediately mounted herself on Jake's penis without any delay, and soon they were having cowgirl-style sex in the classroom.

"Umm, Miss?" I asked of the teacher.

"Hmm?"

"Uh, well I'm pretty horny too..." I said, pointing at my pussy. It was clearly wet, and at this point I couldn't stop myself from frigging myself.

"Hmm. Just pick any unoccupied student and have fun."

I looked around the classroom. Nearly everyone's hands were raised, including the girls. Everyone had gotten quite a bit horny but couldn't openly have sex. I eventually decided on a cute girl sitting in the front row. We got on the floor and began eagerly 69'ing.

Before I knew it it was the final class of the day, PE. We all gathered into the gym, obviously having no need to change. The teacher, short but fit woman named Mrs. Bircher, stood in the front, topless. She usually didn't wear a shirt, so seeing her small breasts and muscles wasn't unusual at all.

We started with stretching, then did jumping jacks. Then Mrs. Bircher got to the front and began barking.

"Okay chumps, the school board has something different in mind. They say too many of you punks are failing your sex ed practicals. This high school is the most prudish one in the city!" She said. "So, we're going to threesomes today. Find two other people and get at it. You're scored based on how many orgasms your partners have, not you."

I got with Rachel from the anatomy class and a cute freshman boy with a nice dick, then got onto a mat and did our best.

Four orgasms later class was over and I was walking back home. I entered the living room as nude as when I entered it, though I had girl drool and cum leaking down the inside of my legs.

"Hey mom! I'm home."

"Welcome back dear, how was school — Ashley!" My mom walked in to greet me.

"What?"

"You... you... look you clearly had sex! What is going on? And —"

I began stroking my pussy as I talked to her. She was practically staring at my genitals and couldn't budge.

"Mom. I told you, it was Health Day today." I sighed. "Obviously sex ed is part of that. Honestly I barely got enough orgasms."

I set my backpack down and started going upstairs to my bedroom. Why didn't my mom understand anything?

Chapter 6: Masturbation is against school rules

Ever since I first accidentally bumped into my down there, I realized I loved masturbation. Whenever I can, I want my clothes to make it easy for me to slip in and get a little "me time".

Of course in high school this meant I always went commando. Always. It was way easier to slip in some fingers that way, and honestly the thought of other students getting the occasional glimpse of my pussy was really exciting. But one day this went a bit different than expected.

It was math class, and while I was writing out angle formulas I was doing a bit of quiet rubbing. But I was so focused on the trigonometry that I didn't notice that my teacher had snuck up behind me.

"Abigail?" He asked, startling me.

I pulled my fingers away from my cunt. "Y-yes?"

"I saw that, you know. Masturbation in class isn't allowed. Come to the front."

I gulped. At my school, teachers could use corporeal punishment for minor offenses, but it was super embarrassing because you had to be naked for the rest of the class period. Dutifully, I stripped and walked to the front, everyone looking at my obviously wet and sticky pussy.

He bent me over his lap and gave me three hard spanks. I got up, red cheeks showing, and walked back to my seat and lessons resumed.

Except, well I was even more horny than before.

I was naked in front of the whole class! Everyone saw me yelp! Everyone saw my bare pussy! I was still naked! Oh my god oh my god oh my god...

I couldn't concentrate at all for the rest of that class, and even though I tried to resist the temptation, I ended up masturbating yet again, even more eagerly than before.

My teacher noticed this.

Near the end of class he called me up again. I stood in front of the class naked, hands behind my back. Liquids could be seen shimmering between my legs.

"Abigal, you know it's against the rules to masturbate. And I already punished you once."

I lowered my head. This was way embarrassing, being spanked not once, but twice in a day?

"We need a more serious punishment for you," he said. "This didn't start today and it won't end today. A punishment should reform the bad behavior. Right, in that case you have to come to school naked every single day, attend all of your classes unclothed, including after-school activities, until you can go a full day without touching yourself once."

The class murmured. If people didn't already know I was a masturbation fanatic, they would now.

"Do you think this is fair?" he asked.

I blushed. A full class period! Fully naked! God, how the hell would I do that.

I didn't answer, and he took that as a yes. He locked up my clothes in his personal safe and that was that.

All of next week I was steaming red as I walked around campus or entered class. I was almost always the only naked girl, and pretty soon people heard what was up.

I tried. Really hard. Every class period I tried super hard to resist. And sometimes I managed to go without touching myself. But a few hours later and it was too difficult. I slipped in fingers, the teacher inevitably saw me, and the timer was reset again. At least I wasn't spanked every time, but god the embarrassment was overwhelming.

You might wonder why my parents didn't complain. Well every morning when I left, my mom didn't seem to think it was unusual that I was heading to school butt naked. In fact the first couple times she made comments about me being really daring. As if! This was the total opposite!

Fast forward to a month after my punishment started. I'm sitting there eating breakfast with my family. Mom, little sister, and I are eating pancakes, and obviously I'm nude. I still hadn't worked up the courage to tell her about the masturbation punishment.

"Oh yeah darling," my mom said, "since you don't need them anymore, I sold half of your wardrobe. I know you still wear clothes on the weekends so I kept your favorite outfits."

My face blushed with embarrassment. No! This was supposed to be temporary!

"I — uh — mom..." I began.

Then my little sister Penny chimed in. "You're super brave and strong Abby. You're growing a lot and you're proud of your body, but me and my friends are so nervous with how our bodies are growing, and... Well..."

My mom nodded. "You want to also try going naked to school?"

Penny looked at her. "Y-yeah. But I can't until I start high school."

My mom shook her head. "Not true, you can go naked in middle school if you have a parent permission slip. I'll write one for you now dear."

Penny smiled as she slowly shed her clothing, revealing her pert little breasts and pussy with the beginnings of pubic hair.

Wait wait wait what? No way. I wasn't meant to be naked all the time. This wasn't a choice. This wasn't exemplary. This isn't right, right?

But I was too embarrssed to say anything, and like me, my sister started going to her school every day naked. And I saw it improved her mood, a lot. She used to be kind of shy, anxious, reserved. But she was starting to really blossom. And it was thanks to me, except not really?

Then I realized something. While I was naked, I couldn't be separately punished for masturbating. It was my punishment. Therefore logically, I was allowed to masturbate as much as I wanted, even openly, provided I was still always naked. Holy cow!

This was a revelation.

I started masturbating everywhere. I didn't even try to hide it, in fact I was advertising it. Every single class I jilled off. My fingers were always sticky. I brought a vibrator with me in my backpack. After eating lunch with my friends I liked to climb on a table and frig myself for all to see. Not a single teacher punished me, or even said anything. At home, instead of touching myself only behind a closed bedroom door, I started doing it casually, while watching TV or eating dinner. And I stopped wearing clothes outside of school too. After school, weekends, all nude. My mom eventually sold the rest of my clothing. And my sister joined me, the two little nudists. When she became a freshman, I taught her the masturbation loophole, and she has started to grow into an eager shlicker herself!

Now I'm at the College, and I still go naked pretty much all the time. I masturbate whenever and wherever I want, something which, unlike in high school, is explicitly permitted in the College's rules. Of course this also means I'm always "asking for it" and consensually raped. But honestly? Small price to pay for the power of female self pleasure.

Chapter 7: Sally's Always Slick

Hey all, I'm Sally.

Now the College has a lot of rules to make sure girls behave decently when at school. You may be aware that one of these rules is consensual rape.

Whenever a girl becomes aroused, she is understood to be consenting to sex, since she allowed herself to reach that state. This happens to a lot of girls, especially since all bare skin is free for fondling. But we're all used to it and it's not a big deal. My roommate for instance, once or twice a week she'll get groped, turned on, then raped by some lucky boy. Or she'll get inspected and being publicly naked will arouse her. Honestly she's pretty cute with a flushed, wet pussy, I usually give it a taste when she comes home.

Obviously I think consensual rape is an important rule. Otherwise girls and boys get all pent up from the groping, stripping, and other parts of the Dress Code, and you get super distracted during your studies. But it's a bit unfortunate for me.

You see, I have a medical condition where my pussy is constantly leaking. I'm used to it, and I drink a lot of water, so that's not an issue. But on campus, it means I'm constantly "ready". Boys, especially horny ones, are really good at noticing when girls are wet, and take advantage. I realized within a month of my freshman year that I couldn't go a few hours, let alone a day, without some boy ejaculating inside me.

In order to protect girls from repeat rape (it can take some time to calm down after sex) the presence of a creampie signifies to other boys that she's already been raped and should be left alone. But my pussy, always being wet, flushes out sperm faster than other girls. The protection is way shorter! If my roommate gets raped it's unlikely to happen again that day. But me? I can count on getting raped in the morning, and then being "ready" again by my second class. Within the first month, my record was already six rapes in one day!

When I was in high school the wetness was also an issue, but a lot less of one. I couldn't wear panties, but that wasn't an issue. I would either wear a skirt, or just go bottomless. I had a medical note after all. At first a lot of people stared, but then they got used to it. Especially after our school introduced stripping punishments and lots more girls would walk around partially clothed from time to time.

And I'll admit I did masturbate in class sometimes, when I was horny. But when I got to the College, it became a lot.

In fact, now my whole dorm knows about my condition. Every morning a different boy, or group of boys, wants to relieve their morning wood into me, and I don't have much of a choice. I used to wear normal covering clothing (miniskirt with no panties, thin top), but now I just go bottomless. Usually a halter top that stops above my belly button, sometimes naked. Or I get stripped naked during rape anyways.

At least inspectors have stopped targetting me. Gotta look at the bright side.

As a college freshman I tried seeing if I could get an exception. But the paperwork is such a pain in the butt. And honestly? After a while it got kind of fun. I get a lot of attention from boys, and I'll even seduce boys into raping me. My roommate loves "cleaning out" creampies so I get lots of gentle tongue work too. I'm wondering if the loose, fun environment here is turning me into a nymphomaniac.

Anyways, here's a PSA for all you college boys (and girls!), feel free to visit room 312 in dorm building C if you want a good time. 😉