Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2004 10:16:38 EDT
From: Habeascorpus1@aol.com
Subject: Outdoor Recess (Part 1)

         Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and you
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own since I really don't care, but please have the least bit of courtesy
to remember where you got it from!
         The following story contains sexual interactions between males
and females and females and females. Some characters are also under the
age of eighteen. If this type of content offends you or if you are
considered a minor in whatever country you are from PLEASE LEAVE NOW.
None of the characters actually represent real people and if you see any
kind of similarities between what I have written and what you have seen,
heard, read, or experienced, there was no direct intention and it is only
a mere coincidence.


OUTDOOR RECESS
By Ryan Reed-Campbell



         Her left eye winked almost in slow motion at me as she passed.
Simultaneously, I felt something enter my left pocket and exit rather
quickly. It was a shocking action by this girl I have not yet seen show
any interest in any boy at St. Augustine School, let alone me, an only
semi-popular seventh grade boy.
         And what was with the pocket thing?
         I turned around and stared after her. She was in the left line,
which was especially designed for the female students. The right line was
designed for the males, who were poking each other and cracking dirty and
clean jokes. She obviously wasn't expecting me to turn around and look
after her because she was acting rather casual.
         She was just marching along like one of her fellow she-zombies
in her navy blue polo shirt and plaid dress. Being the day in age it was,
there was no longer a strict dress length rule and you could clearly see
everything from the lower part of her tan, semi-muscular thighs to her
smooth perfect feet, which were clothed in her short, white socks and
black clogs. Her beautiful brown hair that normally fell just past
shoulder length was tied back in a ponytail. Her arms were swaying slowly
at her sides and her petite hands were flexing from a fist to open
continually.
         Apparently, the line I was in wasn't expecting a large
distraction either and hence they did not  allow me time to come to my
senses and become alert again. The line had stopped and my unknowing self
walked smack into the boy ahead of me. I just thank my lucky stars that
he and I were friends and he only had an unnoticeable laugh to show me.
         "Mr. Harrison, what seems to be the problem?" Sister Veronica
asked me from the front of the line. All eyes were on me at the mention
of my name and some, such as Gregory Fredrick from the front of the line,
were getting ready to secretly laugh at me.
         A catholic can't lie! "Sorry, Sister. I was distracted."
         Sister Veronica, unsurprisingly, had nothing further to say
since it had not been a major problem. I was glad for this, because it is
difficult to think about something while you are angry about something
else.


         That line had been heading toward where I was presently. Lunch.
         It was custom that the seventh grade boys sat together, the
seventh grade girls sat together, the eighth grade boys sat together, and
the eighth grade girls sat together. God forbid there be a mix between
any of these, the whole day will be disrupted.
         I could not take my eyes off the eighth grade girls' table.
Sitting at every angle they could, the girls are crowded around a table
measuring only about 2 yards in length. In order to fit properly, they
would sometimes have to have legs against legs or feet on top of feet.
Some would even offer a footrest for the girl sitting across from them by
spreading her legs wide enough for just a small triangle of the metal
chair to be available. Those not flexible enough would simply have to
allow the girl's feet to go underneath their dress.
         Today went one step further. They seemed to be short one chair
so they had to improvise in a way that really excited me. One of the
smallest girls in the eight grade was seated upon the lap of a
normal-sized girl from the eighth grade. The girl was suspending her tray
in the air so the girl whose lap she sat on could get at her own food.
The excessive squirming and wriggling that seemed to be going on in that
seat had to be making the normal-sized girl soak her panties to death.
All of these imaginings and occurrences were enough to send my dick
throbbing against my pants' interior.
         Right next to the innocent, yet naughty, duo on one seat was the
wholesomely naughty girl that I had strangely met in the hallway. She
wasn't the same today. She seemed to be anticipating something at the
same time that she had something secret within her.
         She caught my eye!
         I was about to look away when I was instantly hypnotized. A
smile had spread across her pink, moist lips that froze me in my place.
She was like the sexy medusa of the twenty first century. You try to
avoid her eyes, but if she catches you with her stare, there is no
escape.
         There was a dangerous look in her eyes. She seemed to be eyeing
up a feast after fasting. She was going to devour the feast and savor
every last juicy drop of it. I was the feast and, though I did not know
it now, she had a secret fast that she had partaken in since birth. She
wanted to devour me. She wanted to savor every...
         I thought my pants were going to explode there was so much
pressure from my rogue hard on. Was she going to help with this problem?
Of course not!
                 She slipped her hot dog, which was the main course of
the meal today, out of the bun and she just held it in her hands. She
broke her stare with my eyes, but her tantalizing spell stayed between
us. There was no way I could look away.
         She ran her index and thumb finger up and down the long shaft
hot dog slowly. Her fingernails flashed the reflection of the overhead
cafeteria lights quickly with each sexy stroke of the dildo-like food.
The slick grease aided her small, skinny fingers as they slid across the
six-inch, rubbery meat. She eyed the juicy meat lovingly while she
restrained a craving she seemed to want to fulfill.
         My dick was getting harder than I had ever seen it get. It was
about an inch longer than normal and I couldn't wait to see it later
tonight.
         With her eyes locked back on mine, she parted her thin, moist
lips and closed them around the head of the hot dog. I imagined the
greasy lubrication of the hot dog and the saliva of her mouth mixing as
her lips slid along the shaft of the hot dog. Her soft, warm tongue would
slip out and lick the small end of the hot dog and flick along the
improvised pee hole.
         She closed her beautiful eyes slowly like she was in ecstasy.
She threw her head back slowly. None of the girls near her seemed to
notice her sexual fit, but I seemed to be the only person alive this was
intended for.
Her spell did not last forever because a strange movement underneath the
table distracted me, yet again.
The girl sitting across from her was named Amanda Jabbing and she was
another one who showed absolutely no interest in the other boys at St.
Augustine. Amanda had long red hair that was left go without a ponytail
to show off its extravagant beauty. Amanda was the tallest of the eighth
grade girls, but she was also the sexiest. Amanda wasn't talking like the
other girls at the table were. She was reclined in her seat and seemed to
be struggling to shove her hips as far forward they would go. Her eyes
were fixed on the eyes of the girl whom she sat across from, but that
girl's eyes were focused on mine
What was that underneath Amanda's chair? It was black and in a strange
shape, but it was hard to tell. It had a wide, white stripe across the
top of it, but it was still an unidentified object.
There was that movement again. This time, I saw the movement and
recognized it.
The girl who had shoved her hand in my pocket in the hallway had offered
a footrest to Amanda Jabbing. Amanda was using only one foot on her
footrest, but by the looks of things that's all she needed. Her foot was
bare, which explained the identity of the object underneath her chair to
be her one black clog and white sock across the top.  Amanda's foot
looked like it would take a size 8 in men's, but I hadn't a clue what
size in women's. Each long, skinny toe had a nail painted hot pink. The
toes of her foot were almost hidden underneath the girl whom she sat
across from. They seemed to be doing intense work, but on what?
The ball rang right then and everybody began running out of the place
rather quickly to get to recess. The girl and I were planning on staying
a few seconds longer. Boy, was I glad I did.
         "Your pocket!" she shouted.
         One day, I will worship that recess bell!


         There was a piece of paper that was folded origami style so
small I almost lost track of it when I took it out and held it in my
fingers.
There I stood in the doorway of my classroom, unfolding the world's
smallest paper for five minutes until I was able to get it back to it's
original state.
The paper was a long list of directions that were meant to be used when
outdoors. I knew this because it said this in very large writing at the
top: DIRECTIONS FOR RECESS.
Disgusted and curious, I shoved the piece of paper back in my pocket and
speed-walked toward the nearest exit.
I pushed open the door by pushing on the lever that stretched
horizontally across the face of the door. I pushed on it and it instantly
hit against the door while simultaneously allowing my passage through the
doorway.
I was now outdoors. Away from the intoxicated smell of chalk dust, ink,
and the insides of books. Now I had moist air, colorful flowers, and the
feeling that I can do anything I want. I can shout, I can run, I can
jump, I can...
I whipped out the piece of paper again. The handwriting was very easy to
read and written in blue ink. Even though it was very neat, it seemed
like it had been written with very much haste.

1. Turn right as soon as you step through the doors.

         I did as I was told and an arousal began deep in side of me.
This was meant to be a game and it had my full entertainment. These were
geographical directions to a place. What would happen at this place?
Would there be a reward?

2. Walk five steps and turn right so that you are facing the building.

         Without taking my eager, wide eyes off the paper, I began
walking the five paces slowly. I counted them so loudly in my mind, I
feared that I had shouted them out loud. I rotated one quick, perfect
ninety degrees to face Saint Augustine School. The new, gray building
that was always as dull as its colors, which were gray and black.

3. Open the door you see straight ahead of you and make sure the penguins
aren't watching. If, for some reason, they are outside and watching,
retrace your steps and follow the directions on the other side of this
paper. If they aren't looking, walk through the door.

         Oh, was I ready for this! I sprinted the ten pace walk to the
door and quickly opened it. I didn't care if one of them was looking.
These were directions from a hot, eight grade girl that wanted me in a
place that I have never been.
         I Stepped through the thick, metal door and shut it lightly
behind me. The room was lit up by a singular light and seemed to be an
endless hallway. The walls were yellow just like the dusty light from
above me. As the tunnel went, it got dimmer, which caused the endless
effect to it.
I had never been here before and I was willing to bet most people
haven't. If they have, ghost stories would be airborne about such a
secretive, haunting place. Plus, the door would have most likely been
locked also.
         I was barely able to read the directions, but this brilliant
girl had already thought of that. The rest of the directions were in
florescent red paint and the words jumped out at me like mini glow
sticks.

4. Follow the hallway and enter the fifth door on your left.

         It never told me how I should approach this situation, so I took
that decision into my own hands. I sprinted with all my might and barely
had enough time to count the left hand doors before I arrived at one
labeled in a language that I could not distinguish. The exact words were:

Xes Moor rof edarg neves


         Sounded cool, whatever language it was. The door had a red glow
around its perimeter, which added a mysterious, eerie effect. I eyed the
clean, metal door suspiciously. The occurrences didn't seem to add up
straight. I had been given directions by a hot girl, whose name I didn't
even know to go into this dimly lit hallway underneath my school and
enter a room that I didn't know the contents of? In contrast, there was
one part of that which made me enter.
A hot girl had given these directions to me.
         I twisted the circular door handle and cringed when I heard the
sound of metal rubbing against metal. As soon as I had it rotated enough
so that it wouldn't turn any more; I shoved the door forward softly.
There was only one problem with that...
         The door didn't move.
         Impatient and eager, I thrust my entire body weight into the
door, which sent it swinging open quickly. I gasped so quickly, I thought
I swallowed my voice box at what I saw.
First off, the room was styled like a giant, luxurious bedroom. There was
a King sized bed that I was facing perpendicular to. The bed had no
headboard, but giant pillows and matching satin sheets. It was like
something out of someone's fantasy. The strangest part about this set up
was this was not a fantasy I have ever had.
         The walls of the bedroom were covered with blue satin sheets too
and had ripples flowing through them. These walls represented my stomach.
Rapidly shaking and creating a very unnerving detail. All of the walls
were covered in the same manner and were identical...except for the one
farthest from me. That one had a gaping doorway in it. On the other side
of the doorway, it seemed was a doorway to the outdoors because I could
see intense solar light shining through the crack underneath it.

5. Strip of your clothes (all of them) and walk through the doorway.

         And I thought the directions were tough before?! Was this some
kind of trick to embarrass me? Was this how she got her rocks off? By
making me walk outside reading a piece of paper ass-naked during recess?
         Hey! A hot girl gave me these directions! A hot girl was telling
me to strip! Shut out the angel and summon the devil within you! These
were the thoughts that my more evil side was thinking at the moment.
         I sighed nervously and dropped the paper to the floor.
"Okay...here it goes," I said like I was about to jump from an airplane.
At that thought, I would rather jump from an airplane with a parachute
labeled as having a 5% chance of working that strip to nothing and walk
outside during recess.
         I kicked off my shoes quickly and lifted my right foot up
halfway to my hand. Using both hands, I began to wriggle my first sock
off. As soon as I did, I revealed a sweaty foot taking a size 10 in
men's. The toenails had just been cut last night so they didn't look half
bad. If I didn't know whom these feet were attached to, I would mistake
them to be a girl's.
         I removed my left sock also and I moved on to a different part
of my body. As most people would, I was going to avoid the removal of my
pants and boxers as long as possible. I knew I would eventually have to
do it, but humans are a mammal that values time, even if they do not
understand the true meaning of it.
         I slipped my arms out of their sleeves like some people do when
they have cold arms but have no sweater. From there, I gripped the collar
of my shirt and slipped it over my head. After that it was rather easy to
push my shirt over my head and let it fall in a heap on the floor.
My back was very muscular and my shoulders very bony and broad. I was
built like a football player, but never really had the desire to play it
myself. I had a strong desire to play soccer and baseball only.
         I looked down at my casual dress pants with reluctance. I had
come to the point of no avoidance or delay. I had to do it and that was
it! I had come this far in the hot brown haired girl's directions, why
stop now? Even if she was telling me to strip!
         I grasped the zipper of my pants and pulled it downwards slowly.
It was strange that I felt like I was stripping in front of somebody when
I was completely alone. It was almost like the girl's presence was here.
She was watching me somehow...
         I unbuttoned the top of my pants and I let them fall lazily.
They revealed mildly hairy thighs and very hairy calves. I was wearing
bright red boxers that had the brand inscribed on the waistband. Beneath
this remaining sanctuary of fabric was a part of my body only viewed by
me recently, my parents when I was a baby, and any baby-sitter I had when
I was a baby. I was about to remove my boxers in a public place and go
outdoors without my clothes. Why am I doing this?
         Because a hot girl told me to!
         I slipped my thumbs underneath the elastic waistband and pulled
it away from my waist slowly. Looking down, I saw all of the hot
(temperature-wise) contents that are supposed to belong to a male.
         Because my family hormones acted up early, there was a large
bush of curly hair on my mound. My dick was only at a half boner because
of the excitement of stripping in a public place. My balls hung rather
low because of the intense heat generated in my pants by the boners I had
earlier today.
         There I was, completely nude in a bedroom underneath my school.
This was definitely the strangest scenario in the history of mankind.
Adding the fact that I was being told by a piece of paper given to me by
a hot 14 year old girl from the next grade up to walk outside of my
school completely nude during recess, it is now the oddest situation in
the history of creation.
         One step...two steps...a sigh. My heart was going one hundred
miles per hour underneath my ribcage. My mind was debating whether or not
I should do it even though I had already made my decision. They were
trying to convince a decided dictator. They were persuading deaf ears.
The sensation of cobwebs touching me in places that have only been
touched by myself since I was a toddler was very exciting. The silky
feeling was touching me all over and seemed to be feeling me up and
evaluating me to see if I was confident enough to do this stupid thing I
was about to do.
         I placed my hand on the door handle. The handle was rather cold
and seemed to have never been touched by any other human hand recently.
         I turned the door handle and the familiar noise of metal rubbing
against metal echoed in front of me and behind me. I cursed mentally at
the door for startling me so bad when I was so terribly nervous. What was
the point in that?
         This door too required a push of my whole body weight. I yelped
as the coldness of the metal door came in to contact with the warmth of
my penis and sac. The feeling was so shocking, I almost shouted.
Actually, I would have shouted except my voice was taken away by what I
saw next.
         Through the door was giant plane of grass and trees. The grass
was perfectly cut and gave me a joyful, childish feeling as it tickled me
between my toes. It was so natural that I forgot that I was naked.
         In front of me about 5 meters was a giant chair about 3 times
the size of a normal household recliner. The chair was purple and covered
with the same material that had covered the bed in the room behind me. So
was the footrest that stood even with the base of the chair. On either
side of the large chair were two large, steady tables that were also
purple. Behind this chair about 3 football fields away were tents set up
in a perfect line across the edge of the woods.
         In the chair was Amanda. Her long red hair was tucked behind her
shoulders, her feet were on a footrest and crossed very ladylike, and her
arms were resting on each arm of the chair. Her hands were grasping the
curved ends of the arms loosely. She, just like I, was completely nude.
One either side of Amanda were two girls so young that they must be from
the third or fourth grade. These girls were nude too and were both
grasping onto each side of Amanda. Another major detail were their
mouths, which were glued to the end of Amanda's slightly massive breasts.
Both of them were sucking for all they were worth on the developed
breasts of the tall 14 year old with a massive amount of gooey liquid
encircling their busy lips. Each of the girls was very short and would
probably only come up to my abdomen. Neither were the least bit obese nor
knowing of my presence. They were both obsessed with getting the milk out
of Amanda's developed feeding machines.
         I covered "myself" up very quickly out of shame. I felt my face
be lit ablaze by the hands of my embarrassment. My half boner shrunk
quicker that a horny man diving in the snow. I am proud to say that I
could barely conceal my parts with only two hands.
         "O God, Amanda. I am so sorry!" I cried with sadness and
embarrassment. I began to back towards the door since I wasn't going to
turn around and cause myself even more embarrassment.
         "Stop," came her commanding sharp voice so quickly the word was
barely recognizable. There was no way of knowing if this command was
intended for me or the elementary girls she was breast feeding, but
something in my head told me she had intended those words for my ears
especially. Maybe it was something divine that made me follow her
command.
         I stood still with my hands trying to conceal my reproductive
organs. I was trying to find a place to stare that didn't make me look
like a pervert, but anywhere but staring at Amanda made me look
melancholy. Thus, I was forced to stand still with my hands covering my
dick and balls and stare at a female junior high student breast feed two
elementary school girls.
         Amanda craned her neck downward a few inches and I saw her lips
begin to move. Of course, I could not hear a word she was saying because
she was whispering it so softly, but I could hear the sounds of her S's
and her P's.
         The two nude elementary school girls were looking up at Amanda
with their lips still firmly grasping her breasts. At first, their
expressions were of curiosity, but at the girl conversed, their
expressions turned to excitement. Maybe it was even naughty excitement.
         Their was a soft gushing sound as the girl's lips released the
breasts to their natural state. Their tongues emerged from between their
lips almost impulsively and they slurped up the last remaining drops of
breast milk. After this, they rolled off the tables at each side of the
gigantic chair and began walking...toward me!
         I felt an unknown pressure inside my head as I held my breath
and tried to stop circulation in my veins. The girls both had their eyes
on my eyes and smiles formed with their pink, thin, young lips. As they
got closer, their height forced their eyes to slowly drift upward as they
gained closeness to me.
         They were right in front of me now and I could almost smell
them. The two brunette's were so gorgeous, but way too young to be
"legal." They seemed like they did what they were doing on their own
accord, but looks can be very deceiving.
         I couldn't help it! At the last seconds I looked down to their
hairless pussies and the sight brought my dick back to life with a bang.
As they strode, liquid dripped from the soaked pink line between their
legs. Each lip rubbed against its neighbor as they came even closer.
         They spread the distance between each other by one step now, but
their hands closest to each other reached out and touched each of my
shoulders. I could feel their moist palms as they seemed to glue to my
collarbone. Their hands were so moist and so pleasurable, I could no
longer hold my stuff because my dick had gone to full boner stage.
         Simultaneously, both of their moist hands ran down my muscular
back as they passed. They never changed their pace and before I knew it,
their hands had separated from my back. One of those hands could be heard
opening the door behind me and closing it as soon as they had passed
through the doorway.
         That's when the embarrassment returned.
My dick did one of those extremely fast shrinking tricks and my hands
started to head for my "area" so I could hide it when Amanda spoke yet
another word to me. Since nobody else was around, I knew that these were
undoubtedly words for me
         "Don't," is what she said ever so sharply. She was obviously
referring to my covering of my genitals. Normally, I would ignore the
command of someone so close in age, but she had a presence of authority
that I could not ignore. I did as I was told, but I felt my face go
ablaze again. Once again, I had to stare at her as she sat completely
nude on the chair. At least she wasn't breast feeding this time.
         Amanda eyed me up and down. I could feel the heat of her eyes
starting at my forehead and running down my pecks. I felt them run to my
abdomen and stop on my navel. The heat stayed there for about five
seconds before it traveled to my genitals. Surprisingly, she passed over
this part casually and went all the way down my legs to my feet. From
there she looked all the way back up to my eyes.
         A sensation came over me very like the time I was hugged and
kissed on the cheek by this blonde cheerleader when we won the Diocesan
Championship for soccer last year. If felt like my heart was on fire and
my lungs had temporarily left me. All movement stopped and every nerve in
my body lit ablaze. This was the same exact sensation as I looked into
her emerald green, caring eyes. I guess this was love?
         "Come here," she commanded with less force than last time. She
still had that sense of high authority so I wasn't about to argue.
         I took one step, feeling the sense I had lost before of the
grass tickling the soles of my feet. I also felt the warm breeze touch my
balls, which had broken out in nervous sweat and give an awesome
sensation that I was not used to. I began walking toward the
authoritative girl at a slow steady pace. As I got closer, the girl got
more and more beautiful.
         I stopped about five feet from her for fear of discomforting
her. I also wanted to save my own life. There was still a possibility
that this girl thought I heard about the things she was doing with the
elementary girls and came to see if they would fuck me. Being as she was
older and bigger, there is a chance that she wants to beat me up.
         I scanned her up and down as she had scanned me. Her red,
shining hair had just been rearranged so that it hung down and covered
her boobs. Before, she had it arranged so that it wasn't in the way of
the young, sexy third grade girls as they took their dose of her feed.
Her nose was small and perfectly shaped. There was no crookedness, no
excessive length, and best of all, no acne! Her lips were moist, but they
came even more moist as her soft, pink, juicy tongue slid out between her
thin, yearning lips. She craved me, her lips longed to touch mine. And, O
God, my lips felt the exactly same. Her neck had so folds in it and was a
perfect object for passionate kissing. This was another object I craved
to taste more than I valued my life. Her boobs were about the size of
Jennifer Aniston's. The nipples were rather large for her age also.
Her chest and stomach were very sleek and looked like they would be
blissfully soft to the touch. If only I could! Her navel was like
something you see in a comic book. It was a twisted squiggle that seemed
like it was closed inside out at birth. Her thighs were so skinny they
were almost as skinny as her calves. Both hairless and completely shaven
for attractiveness. They too shone in the sun with elegance. Her feet
were about the size of mine. Though I could only see the soles from the
point of view I was at, I could see the edge of one toenail in order to
determine they were painted a hot pink color. Her soles were that of a
girl who has been trotting around outdoors barefoot. Only on the spots
where one's foot receives the most pressure when walking (the heel, toes,
and joint where the toes bent) was there darkness embedded into her skin.
Otherwise, she had perfectly pink soles.
         I could not see anything in between her legs because she had one
ankle crossed over the other and the footrest was so high in the air. All
I could see successfully was the part where her body parted into two
legs. There was only a slight crack visible sitting on the seat.
         God, she was a goddess!