annabels_schooldays1-4

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Subject: Jetstream: Annabel's Schooldays - 1

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WARNING: The following textfile contains descriptions of rather unconventional people and activities. It may contain detailed descriptions of fleshy labia and thick clitorises, bulging gussets, creamy vaginas, girls who ejaculate, and girls who can't help themselves from spraying their piss at the most inconvenient moments. There may be mild hints of SM, and possibly the vaguest suggestion of some scat. If you enjoy these stories and find that they give you particularly intense orgasms, it may mean that you are as much of a pervert as me. Please e-mail me your thoughts or ideas for stories. (an123724@anon.penet.fi) - I'm always keen to meet a fellow enthusiast, and I will ALWAYS reply to a personal message. I will NOT reply to simple requests for stories or reposts, or to flames or moral outrage. ENJOY! Jetstream

Annabel's Schooldays - part One

by Jetstream

The Remarkable Annabel

This erotic story contains detailed descriptions of lesbianism, schoolgirl sexual activity (post-pubescent), large female genitalia, female ejaculation, and pissing.

It was well after lights out when the whisper went between the beds. "Psst! Charlie! Have you still got that dirty book? I'm feeling bloody randy, and I want a wank!" A groan went round the dormitory of six beds, all of whose occupants had overheard "Oh no, Annabel's randy again. When do you ever give it a rest, Annabel? Your poor clit'll shrivel up and die!" "Yeah, well at the moment, it's doing the opposite, and I need to keep it happy." "You can borrow the book," said "Charlie", christened Charlotte by her parents, the Marquis and Marchioness of Buxton, "but only if you let me watch you." "Yeah, let us all watch, Annabel. It's horny watching you come." Annabel giggled. "What if I'm shy?" "Shy! You!" they chorussed, and then shushed each other. Their new dormitory mistress was asleep in the next room. They'd heard she was a heavy sleeper, but they couldn't yet be sure. Bedside lamps were illegally switched on, and six teenage girls sat up in their beds. Charlie reached under her mattress and handed Annabel a small, glossy magazine whose cover photograph would have made Charlie's parents disinherit her. The mag was called "Spunkin' Cocks" and was probably meant for a gay market, but here at St Etheldreda's Senior School for Girls, where the nearest real cock was on the head- mistress's poultry farm, it was very popular indeed. Nobody knew where it had originally come from, but it was understood that it was passed from girl to girl, and no-one really owned it. Annabel took a long, refreshing look at the cover. "My God!" she said. "It must be nine inches long! And the head's like a tomato!" "With mayonnaise!" quipped Helen from her bed and they all laughed. The cover picture showed a gigantic penis just beginning to ejaculate, and shocking white semen was dribbling back along the bloated glans. "Do you think men really come like that?" said Annabel, lustfully. "My cousin says her sister's husband just does a little dribble - easily enough to swallow." "But how does she know, Helen?" said Charlie. "She says she was doing some research." They giggled again. "Well," piped up Damaris from her bed, "I've seen a video where the man spunked so much I thought the poor girl would drown in it. It looked like someone had dropped a Mr Whippy on her face!" "Wherever did you see such a thing, Damaris?" said Charlie. "I borrowed the tape from my brother's room. He didn't know." "Ooh," said Annabel, "I'd love to see that! Wouldn't it be lovely to have a cock spunk in your mouth? I'd love to taste a boy's come! Look at that!" She held up a picture in the magazine to show to them. A big, muscular he-man with a wash-board stomach was wanking a huge, veiny cock, and a great plume of thick come was squirting out of the end. The girls fell silent, and six pairs of schoolgirl knickers, clean on this evening, received their first staining of sticky teenage love cream from between their wearers' tightly folded labia. "Are you going to wank, then Annabel?" asked Helen impatiently. "I'm getting pretty fucking randy myself!" "All right," said Annabel, and shrugged her nightie over her head. It was summer and there was no need for it really - just school regulations. They were regulation white cotton panties that she wore underneath it too - tight, scanty little schoolgirl knickers such as cupped the pussies and bottoms of every one of the seven hundred young teenage girls here - from the tight, slit-like, peachy little mounds of the younger girls, to the thick, bulging wrinkled fuck-flaps of the senior girls, dense with wiry pubic hair, pungent with the scent of their rushing hormones, lips kissing little ellipses of desire into the warm gauze of their gussets, the regulation knickers hugged them all adoringly. What she didn't wear (somewhat naughtily, for this too, was a rule) was a bra, and her apple-sized, thick-nippled breasts wobbled cheekily into view, causing a fresh seepage of juice into the watchers' panties. Except for Damaris, who was all double-D cup tits with digestive sized nipples, not to mention an arse of perfect curve, all the girls were envious of Annabel's tits. It wasn't all they were envious of. Charlie was slowly tugging Annabel's panties down, and as she pulled them away from her pubes, they saw that a thick rope of white cream attached the inside of the gusset to Annabel's vagina. "Oh my God, she's come already!" said Helen, with a randy smile. "You're so fucking creamy, Annabel, aren't you." Annabel grinned. "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" and stepped out of her knickers to stand nude before them. The other girls gazed slightly self-consciously at the huge trembling mass of female fuck-flesh which bulged forth from the centre of Annabel's gold-flecked, nut-brown pubes. It was a sight that they were well-used to in the changing rooms or the showers (when all the frothy foamy water would course over Annabel's gorgeous teenage body and collect between her legs, to dribble endlessly from her dangling pudenda as if she were pissing sperm), but they never got the opportunity to gawp as they did now. Annabel's pussy was famous throughout the school for the sheer size and complexity of her genital flesh. Girls always hoped that they would be in *her* dormitory, or be on *her* Lacrosse option, just so that they could see this, almost freakish, spectacle. Even the female PE mistresses talked to each other about it: "Have you seen Annabel Charisse?" they would say and nod knowingly. "Poor girl. What *will* her future husband think?". Then, lesbians as they were, they would return to their bedrooms and frig themselves furiously whilst imagining Annabel generously spreading her marvellous juice-dripping flaps across their mouths, maybe pissing down their throats for good measure. Annabel, for her part, was fascinated by all this attention, and loved it. She felt far less self-conscious than the friends watching her, as she felt their gaze burning her long, wrinkled clitoral foreskin and her soggy, dangling, spume-glistening labia. Her panties, as usual had squashed all her marvellous genital flesh up together, forcing her purple-brown pussy lips to wrap back and forth over each other. (Whenever she went to the toilet, even for a wee, she always had to peel apart these enormous pissflaps, so that her stream could spurt forth into the air. If she left them closed, the labyrinth of her piss-flesh meant that she ended up pissing all over her own bottom or thighs.) Only now, with the knicker support gone, were they beginning to straighten under their own weight, and to dangle down from her pussy hair in their full flaccid form. When she walked naked in her bedroom at home, she was aware of her labia and clit dangling beneath her pussy and bottom, left and right, back and forth with her movements, rather as she imagined a man must feel his cock and balls. It usually made her randy, and almost always culminated in a slippery, cunty wank. Charlie's face was no more than six inches from Annabel's monstrous clitoris, and she gazed at it approvingly. "Good, you're not hard yet. I *love* watching you get hard. Sit down." Annabel sat, open thighed, on the bed and her labia, once more subject to the force of gravity, flopped over each other, whilst underneath her, the delayed cream that she had oozed while looking at the spunking cocks in the magazine finally dribbled onto the sheet, leaving a syrupy stain of teenage arousal. Annabel gazed at where the fat flaccid shaft of her precocious womanhood reared out of her blonde-brown pubic curls, and as she watched, she felt herself beginning to stiffen. "Hey everyone! Annabel's getting an erection!" declared Charlie, but no-one needed telling. The others were watching carefully. And the fact that they were, hastened Annabel's arousal. Her labia thickened and parted slightly, as if thirsty. Thick, creamy juice oozed from between them. Her already huge clitoris lengthened and thickened, until it lifted up, twitching and beating like a cock, a tube of teenage fuck-meat the size of a man's thumb. And then her girl's foreskin rolled back from the knob of her clit, leaving her achingly sensitive, cherry-sized helmet exposed to the world. "Oh God, this isn't going to take long!" she declared, and spat on her fingers before rubbing it carefully round the head of her pussy cock. She looked around the room. Damaris' huge breasts were out, and quiet little Claire was sucking on her enormous nipples. Annabel couldn't see Claire's hands, but she assumed, from Damaris' moans that her fingers were squelching in and out of Damaris's hairy frothing vagina. Slim, leggy Helen had teamed up with Alex in the other bed, and Annabel could see that she had her thumb jammed all the way up Alex's tender arsehole, while her other fingers administered long strokes to her pussyflesh, from clit to fuckhole, in, out and then back to clit, as they both continued to watch Annabel, who was now wanking her clit with vigorous strokes of her foreskin. "I'm going to come - Charlie, help me!" said Annabel, and Charlie obediently opened her mouth, to tease her clit to orgasm. Instead, Annabel gave a low groan, and an almost superhuman fountain of creamy white girl-spunk ejaculated from between her wobbling wet labia, splattering Charlie's face from chin to hairline and ricocheting over her head in an arc to dapple Alex's ankle and Helen's dark pubes where she sat on the floor. There was a sharp gasp of arousal from all the girls in the room, as Annabel's pussy just dribbled from the labia for a moment, and then she grunted again, and this time, her schoolgirl sperm squirted straight into Charlie's open mouth, where she immediately started savouring and tasting it. Another pause, and Annabel bore down and sprayed Charlie's budding young breasts with the next spurt of her hot creamy cunt-milk. Charlie groaned, and her orgasm hit her, just as Damaris filled Claire's hand with a modest ejaculation of her own, and Alex started pissing uncontrollably down Helen's slim wrists, her arsehole twitching and flexing on her thumb. Helen was seconds from coming when the door of the dormitory opened, and there stood their Dormitory Mistress, Miss Charmagne. "What is the meaning of this?" she demanded as Annabel's open, monstrously fleshy pussy ejected the last spurts of her huge load of creamy feminine, teenage girl-spunk onto young Charlotte's extended tongue.

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Message-ID: <203340Z21071996@anon.penet.fi> Path: bull.hkstar.net!hk.linkage.net!hpg30a.csc.cuhk.hk!news.cuhk.edu.hk!news.hk.net!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an123724@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an123724@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 20:26:05 UTC Subject: Jetstream: Annabel's Schooldays - 2 Lines: 254

Annabel's Schooldays - part Two Teacher's Cunt-lust by Jetstream

This erotic story contains detailed descriptions of lesbianism, schoolgirl sexual activity (post-pubescent), large female genitalia, female ejaculation, and pissing. "Good Heavens, girls," stammered Miss Charmagne, "Whatever do you think you're doing?" With Annabel's monstrous great crinkly cunt- flaps still dribbling the dying spurts of her copious orgasm, the great bulk of which was now plastered across Charlie's face and hair, and beginning to drip from her chin, the question seemed somewhat fatuous. But, as teachers often do, Miss Charmagne demanded an answer. "We - we were having a wank, Miss," said Charlie, standing up and resisting the temptation to try to wipe Annabel's girl-spunk from her face. "I can see that, girl!" snapped Miss Charmagne. "You're covered in ejaculate! Go and wash it off, immediately!" Charlie bobbed deferentially and dipped into the adjacent bathroom. "But that's all! You are *not* to use the toilet! The noise will wake the whole school! Who else has been ejaculated on?" enquired Miss Charmagne. Claire held up the hand whose palm was full of Damaris's cunt-spunk, and Helen and Alex, dripping with Alex's piss, were despatched along with them to clean up, leaving Miss Charmagne and Annabel alone for a moment. Annabel's clitoris had shrunk to its still freakish flaccid state and dangled tremulously amid her thick blonde pubes, and her labia were once more flopped across each other slowly blowing bubbles of schoolgirl semen, which burst silently between her thighs. Nervously, she began to draw her thighs together, but Miss Charmagne stopped her." Don't cover up!" she snapped. "Who said you couild?" "I - I just thought..." stammered Annabel. "Well don't! You're not in a position to think." She took such a long careful look at Annabel's stupendous and beautiful genitals that the girl blushed bright red. "So it's true - everything I've heard about you is true." Annabel blushed even more. "I don't know - what do they say?" "Oh come on! Don't tell me you haven't heard the talk, the nicknames - Annabel-end Annabel Cheroot - there's even an anagram,, I think. All the staff gossip about you. It's not the sort of thing you can hide really, is it?" "No, I - I suppose not" said Annabel, suddenly ashamed. Usually she was proud of her fleshy cunt-parts. Now Miss Charmagne was making her feel a freak. "I feel sorry for you Annabel." she continued. "W - why?" she said, feeling the tears welling as she felt some enormous humiliation coming. "Well,, what man is going to love you with a gross deformity like that? It's such a shame - you're so pretty - so very pretty. But what man will love you once he gets your clothes off? As soon as he finds all that in your knickers, he'll probably want to be sick!" Annabel looked down at her soggy, open genitals, at her vagina still twitching spasmodically, still bathed in her creamy semen, and suddenly felt disgusted with herself. Miss Charmagne was right! What did it matter how elegant she was, how beautiful her vowel sounds, how fine her cheekbones or how carefully made-up her eyes were, what difference did it make how expensive her skirts and blouses, her stockings and shoes, her lacy underwear, if finally, underneath it all, her pantie-gusset was full of all that pullulating, wrinkled, dangling cunt-flesh! Two large tears welled up and rolled slowly down her fine cheeks. "A man wants a girl to be smooth and curvaceous - he doesn't want her to have nearly as much dangling between her legs as he has between his!" Annabel sobbed loudly. How could she be so cruel? Why wouldn't she let her cover herself up? As if to illustrate her misery, the hot tears dripped from her face, and, as luck would have it, splashed on her clitoris, running quickly over her slimy labia and collecting in the flexing well of her vagina, slowly diluting the cloudy juices there.

"And as for that disgusting ejaculation trick - well, let me tell you, if a man's turned on by that, then frankly, I'm afraid there's something wrong with him. Sex is enough of a mess with all *his* stuff to clean up. The last thing he wants is his wife drenching him with come. Men like girls to swallow *their* spunk, but they most certainly will *not* return the favour. No, you're a freak, I'm afraid, Annabel. You might as well get used to it. You had better hang on to..." she picked up the magazine that Annabel had forgotten casting aside in her excitement "...Spunkin' Cocks - because quite frankly darling, it's the closest you're ever going to get to one." Annabel was weeping quite openly now, and her hot salty tears were splashing on her smooth round breasts and dripping from her nipples, wetting her still-splayed thighs and dribbling over her meaty pink teenage girl-flesh. Maybe Miss Charmagne was being cruel, but what she was telling her was the truth! She was never going to have any man love her! She was never going to find out what sex was like with a real man! She would always remain unloved, a freak, a spinster! Oh misery! Miss Charmagne put her arm round her and sat down next to her on the bed. "Oh, poor Annabel! I didn't mean to upset you! I just think it's best if people know the truth, and don't get their hopes up! It's not that bad! Men are bastards anyway - *no* woman comes up to their expectations. You're always too fat, or too thin, or your hair's the wrong colour, or your eyes are. I *know*, believe me." Annabel looked at her through her tears. Yes, she *would* know. Teacher or not, Miss Charmagne was only a few years older than her, and she was *pretty*, even wearing her gold-rimmed glasses and with her long brown hair tied back, even in that silly dressing-gown which, she noticed, had parted to show Miss Charmagne's long slim, smooth legs. Of course she knows about men, thought Annabel, she's *beautiful* - not a gross, grotesque freak like me! "Come on, let me help you dry those tears, Annabel" she said, and to her surprise, kissed her wet cheek. "I didn't say you won't find love, now did I? It's just that - well - men are not the most understanding of creatures. Perhaps you should look elsewhere..." She kissed Annabel's neck and the girl looked at her in astonishment. The dressing gown was open, and Annabel was startled to see Miss Charmagne's full, shapely, naked breasts staring at her, the nipples pointed and a delicate shade of pink. Once more she leaned forward, but this time she licked the tears from Annabel's left breast, and then sucked gently on its dark, thick teat. Her big clit twitched as if shocked by electricity - Miss Charmagne was sucking her tit! Despite her recent upset, Annabel felt the meat of her girl-cock thickening along with the rippled flesh of her virgin fuck-flaps. Her teacher moved across and sucked her other teenage breast causing Annabel to let out a gentle moan of delight, before she pulled back and squatted down at her bedside to gaze at her cunt-flesh at close quarters. "Oh my God, it's obscene!" she exclaimed in a reverential tone of wonder and lust. Annabel's giant clitoris was in the final stages of stiffening, and the young teacher watched as the young schoolgirl's foreskin peeled spontaneously back from the grape-sized helmet of her clit, which looked for all the world like the knob of a man's cock, but lacking only the vertical slit which might be expected to deliver a noisy stream of golden piss or an ecstatic jet of creamy spunk. For despite its size and extravagant appearance this was no cock, but a clitoris, a sensitive and feminine organ, used to the perfume and powders of a young girl's toilet, pampered by the wisps of delicate lace it was clothed in, only at such times as this expressing the full raunch of her exposed sexuality. It was at about this time, with the young teacher gazing in astonishment at her pussy lips, that Annabel became aware the beginnings of an urgent need for the lavatory.
(It was only a liquid need, fortunately; she'd squeezed a long, firm log from her gorgeous young haunches that afternoon, groaning and blushing prettily from the effort, gasping with satisfaction as it plopped heavily into the bowl, joined by a few involuntary tinkles of piss that drooled from between her dangling lips, and one shit a day was almost always all she needed. But her bladder was far less predictable. She would often find herself having to go for a wee in the middle of the night, and this usually ended up with her having a wank. Her clit dangled forth so low, that it was invariably drenched in the hot stream of her urine as it squirted through her labia, and made her aroused. The only way she could stop this was by peeling her folds apart and dragging her clit back out of the stream, but that invariably made her aroused anyway. She sometimes did this anyway, as part of her mischievous piss play. She would straddle the bowl either way, or do it standing up, clutching her clitoris as if she were a man (This was almost always very messy, and ended up with the urine dribbling all the way down her slim, waxed-smooth legs.) Once she had even experimented with bending forward at the waist, spreading her cunt with her fingers, and pissing in a backwards arc into the bowl. Imagine, if you can, a young schoolgirl in her later teens straddling the toilet the wrong way round, white cotton knickers hooked around her ankles, rolled up, gusset upwards, showing some of the conventional marks of a days wear - a few brown-gold pubes, a squidgy stain of cream, and the pale yellow marks of earlier toilet visits, her taut bottom just beyond the lip of the seat, the broad stream of her piss sparkling below with the disruption as she flaps her genital meat around in it, the almost silent grunt as she comes, breasts blushing invisibly inside her t-shirt as creamy cunt-spunk loops in thick jets into the piss below. It was the kind of sight that flies on the wall of Annabel's dormitory toilet could often see.) "Hmmm, that's a good smell," muttered the teacher almost to herself, "you smell good enough to eat!" "Or drink," thought Annabel to herself mischievously. The lessons in Ettiquette that they received never equipped them for moments like this. At what stage in the process of being seduced by your teacher do you tell her that you urgently need a piss? She tried not to think of the dull ache just beneath the pale flesh where her tan ended and her dark brown pubic hair began. Perhaps she could hold back, she wondered, and immediately revised her opinion as suddenly Miss Charmaine's tongue slithered all the way into her vagina. Oh God, she was going to piss, she was going to piss! She was going to drown her own English teacher in her urine! How would she explain it to the headmistress? "No! No!" she gasped, writhing as the long tongue squirmed around in her hole. "Yes! Yes!" retorted the teacher, "I must taste you, you gorgeous creature, I want to taste your beautiful nectar!" Annabel fell backward flat on the bed and her legs waved in the air. Lying back had released the pressure slightly, but Miss Charmaine was now lifting up her hips and bottom and drilling her tongue down into her up-tilted cunt. As Annabel watched her full young lips chewing her thick brown labia, her flirtatious tongue rasping across her pisshole and up to her clitoral knob, she knew that she was going to come. As usual, the orgasm seemed to be gathering in the atmosphere around her, before homing in on her loins and breasts. She watched as her huge clitoral knob seemed to swell up like a purple mushroom, and then saw the first dribblings of her runny cunt-spunk dribbling backward over it, and streaming through her curly, tawny pubic hair. The stream thickened, and divided around her navel, running back down towards her delicate breasts. Miss Charmaine's eyes widened as she watched the creamy teen-semen bubbling out of the girl's frothing pink genitals. "It's true!" she said, "It's true! You perverted little freak, you're ejaculating!" Annabel gave an involuntary grunt as the orgasm hit her squarely, and as if to pay her back for this insult, sent the first real squirt of spunk all over her sexy teacher's face with an audible splat. "Oh yes, yes!" groaned the woman, the creamy jizz dripping from her mouth back onto Annabel's splayed cunt as she spoke, "In my mouth, come in my mouth!" and she opened her mouth sluttishly, curling her tongue in anticipation. Annabel rewarded her supplication with six monstrously copious jets of thick, salty girl-juice, which rapidly coated the young teacher's tongue, as she shuddered with ecstasy. What she was not prepared for, however, was what happened next. As usual, in the final throes of her orgasm, Annabel's control of her bladder failed. A high pressure fountain of sparkling golden piss erupted from between her labia almost immediately after the last spurt of cunt-cream, and shooting right down the teacher's throat. She had no option but to swallow the young schoolgirl's unexpected offering of toilet-juice, but, with a mixture of fascinated arousal and disgust, she let the rest of Annabel's amber pissing spray all over her face and hair, as her big labia slapped back and forth in the force of the jet.

Message-ID: <203351Z21071996@anon.penet.fi> Path: bull.hkstar.net!hk.linkage.net!hpg30a.csc.cuhk.hk!news.cuhk.edu.hk!news.hk.net!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an123724@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an123724@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 20:26:38 UTC Subject: Jetstream: Annabel's Schooldays - 3 Lines: 154

Annabel's Schooldays - Part Three The Human Toilet

by Jetstream

"Miss Charmaine, that's not fair!" The young teacher looked up with a start from the sight of Annabel's thick, floppy cunt-lips still belching golden piss from between them, some of which mingled with the thick creamy white girl-spunk that the young schoolgirl had just squirted over herself, and saw that her impassioned cunnilingus and frenzied piss-thirst had been watched avidly by the young girls she had sent to clean themselves up. The irony was wasted on no-one. She had sent them to clean themselves up and now here she was, her young face and long hair caked and plastered in copious spurtings from between the young blonde aristocrat's delicious thighs, long streaks of turgid ejaculate still hanging from her nose and cheeks which were wet with Annabel's later uncontrolled liquid relief. It suddenly seemed as if the tables were turned, as if she could no longer maintain discipline without at least a hint of hypocrisy. The five girls she had sent to the wash-rooms were now presenting themselves as pristine examples of British schoolgirlhood, powdered, nightie-clad and ready for bed. She, on the other hand, was obviously a cunt-crazed young lesbian, splattered with the fluid outpourings of the poor girl who had been left in her care, even now wriggling and twitching at the effects of the woman's ministrations. "It's not fair, miss," said Damaris again, her huge, pert, breasts wobbling bralessly in her nightie, "you said that we weren't allowed to use the toilet, so we're all desperate." Alex and Charlie clutched their groins to illustrate this point. "But you've let Annabel go to the toilet, haven't you? You let Annabel go to the toilet in your mouth, didn't you?" With Annabel's piss still dribbling from her chin onto the still twitching and throbbing knob of the young girl's erect clitoris, she was in no position to deny it. She just stared at the big sixth-former, feeling all of her authority ebbing away. "Well it's not fair," repeated Damaris, slowly drawing her nightie up so that the thick, dark beard of her teenage pubes came into view, "and remember the one thing that we all hate about new teachers is unfairness. You wouldn't want us to hate you, would you? If we really hated you, we could give you a nervous breakdown in about two weeks, couldn't we girls?" The other schoolgirls nodded in confirmation. "Or much simpler, we could just tell the Headmistress what we've seen tonight." At these words, the young schoolmistress felt a sudden fear grip her. The humiliation! She could bear anything but that - she'd never work again, everyone would know! And with the fear, came a new stickiness between her legs as she realised what she would have to do, and she gazed at the dense rug of hair at the top of Damaris's thighs. "If you don't want that to happen, I think it's only fair if you let us all use your mouth as our toilet. And I hope you're thirsty, because I piss like a horse at the best of times, and now I'm absolutely bursting. In fact, I can hardly keep it in. You'd better assume the position, Miss Charmaine!" Annabel had pulled her legs back and was sitting watching in a mixture of horror and arousal at Damaris's audacity. The other girls could see that she was stiff again, and wanking in the way that only Annabel could, with a finger and thumb above and below the shaft of her clit, wanking her huge girl-cock like a man. The schoolmistress saw none of this. Trembling with anticipation of her humiliation, she knelt on the floor before Damaris, still in her piss-and-spunk stained nightie, and sat back on her haunches. Her eyes were now level with Damaris's cunt, and she could see that, although she could come nowhere near Annabel in genital development, her labia too were thick and purple. Piss was already dribbling from between them as the big girl straddled her open mouth. She whimpered in anticipated humiliation - it was bad enough that the freaky-fannied blonde had let go in her mouth, but that at least had been an accident. Now here she was, on her knees before one of the more troublesome sixth-formers, gazing at her furry rug of a cunt, watching wee dribbling from between her lips, about to let her use her mouth as her toilet. Damaris raked her fingers through her pubic hair and her purple lips bulged forth from her hair and separated. Relief flickered across the mind of the young mistress as she saw the dribble of urine die to a drip as the teenager's wrinkled flaps spread to reveal a thick film of girlish cream clinging to their inner surfaces, and frothing in the flesh of her twitching vagina. Perhaps Damaris had done all she had to do, whatever her intentions, she thought to herself. Suddenly the big girl's thighs were over Miss Charmaine's shoulders, her long clit squashing against her teacher's nose, her bulging, creaming labia spread, open against her teacher's tongue. The salty, fleshy flavour of an aroused teenage girl's cunt was always a delight to her, whatever the circumstances, and despite her humiliation, she couldn't resist the temptation to sweep her tongue upwards into the firm but soft flesh of Damaris's vagina, pressing her tongue tentatively through the rim, then a little bit higher, perhaps towards her clit... Damaris gave a little sigh, a shudder of relief and then she relaxed her bladder and pissed down Miss Charmaine's throat. For a moment she thought she would drown. So strong and powerful was the broad girl's stream that her mouth was filled to the brim with Damaris's pungent golden toilet water almost immediately. She would have spat it out or coughed or done something had she been able, but the young girl's thighs kept the labia pressed so hard against her mouth that she could do nothing but swallow, and swallow again, desperately trying to keep pace with the truly monstrous rate of this schoolgirl's copious pissing. And as she felt all the salty, cunty teenage piss-juicings flowing into her tummy, she had a strangely arousing pang of intimacy at the thought that, in a matter of hours, Damaris's piss would be squirting out from under her own clitoris, having just been passed through an extra system of filters. She felt as if she were just some modern Aquarius, performing a service for her young charges by carrying their water to another place in her own body. Eventually, after she had swallowed God knows how many gallons of Damaris's brackish teenage piss, the flow stopped with the usual series of short, quick spurts and the big girl stepped back from her face, her angry red labia dangling inches before her open mouth, dripping a few little droplets of golden cunt-spurt. Like the well- trained Public School girl that she was, Damaris immediately produced a small tissue and, just as if she had been sat astride the toilet-bowl in the girls' changing rooms, carefully spread her pissy pussy-lips and mopped up any stray moisture, along with the thick love-juice that had collected there, with the small square of paper. "I need to flush this away," she said to her teacher, and crushed it into a ball before thrusting it into the woman's open, urine-drenched mouth. Knowing what was expected of her instinctively, she slowly chewed the tissue, tasting all the flavours of Damaris's aroused pissing teenage cunt that she had experienced while she was drinking her piss, as they flooded into her mouth. Damaris pulled her panties up over her cunt exactly as if she had just been using the toilet and smiled superciliously down at her. As the teacher slowly chewed up the toilet paper, she lowered her head as the full shame of what she had done came home to her. A teenage girl had used her mouth and throat as her toilet! What could be more depraved or disgusting? The tears began to well up...

Message-ID: <203403Z21071996@anon.penet.fi> Path: bull.hkstar.net!hk.linkage.net!hpg30a.csc.cuhk.hk!news.cuhk.edu.hk!news.hk.net!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an123724@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an123724@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 20:27:13 UTC Subject: Jetstream: Annabel's Schooldays - 4 Lines: 201

Annabel's Schooldays - Part Four The Human Toilet (again!)

by Jetstream

If the tears of shame burning Miss Charmaine's cheeks meant that she thought that her humiliation was over, then she was sorely mistaken. There were another four schoolgirls dancing with the desperation of brim-full bladders, and determined to follow Damaris's splendid example of using their teacher as a lavatory. Each, however, had already concocted her own, different technique. "Me next, I'm absolutely bursting!" declared Charlie, and pushed the schoolmistress back so that she supported herself on her arms. Knowing she had to obey, she once more threw her head back and opened her mouth wide in readiness to receive the girl's cunt- spurtings. Charlie's long bed t-shirt was already being pulled up around her thighs, as she turned and straddled her teacher-toilet, using it bottom-first as a well brought up girl ought, not standing up and facing like a man at a urinal, as Damaris had done. The young teacher was presented with a vision of her firm young bottom, stretching the fabric of her tight, white schoolgirl knickers, crumpling and creasing as she hurriedly tugged them down to her knees. Her buttocks were slightly apart, and in the dark crease between, the teacher could see the tightly clenched rosebud of her young anus, and offered an instant prayer that none of them would need to use this human toilet in *that* fashion. The thought that she might have to accept a long, brown, stinking stool, oozing out of the arseholes of one of these young girls, the horrifying prospect of having to swallow their shit, was so awful that she could still cling to the hope that her humiliation would not be complete in this way. At least for the time being, she was safe. Charlie's juicy, deliciously pungent teenage labia slipped open, copiously dribbling with threads of creamy spume, and almost immediately, a big desperate hosing of golden toilet-juice poured from Charlie's little exposed piss-hole, and its bitter, salty flavour was flooding onto Miss Toilet's tastebuds, as the young girl squatted over her open mouth. Damaris had, for whatever reason, kept her cunt pressed to Miss Charmaine's mouth, and had insisted that she must not spill a drop. Obediently, she had not, swallowing regularly, and sucking hungrily at the fleshy cunt as if it were a ripe fruit until not the tiniest squeezing from her bladder remained. But with Charlie's bowl-hovering style there was no chance of such care: the stream strayed and splattered wide; yes, a good deal of it filled up her open mouth, frothing and bubbling as it would have done had her mouth been a real toilet, but there was no way the squatting schoolgirl could prevent a lot of her piss from squirting all over her teacher's face and neck and into her hair, dribbling back into her ears, or running down her chin into the cotton of her night- shirt. Some of it went well astray, soaking the thin white material over her apple-sized breasts, making her large nipples clearly visible through it. The last few spasming squirts were of course the worst controlled and showered the reclining girl from brow to nipple. Charlie contented herself with a little wiggle of her hips to shake the last few drips from her dangling labia, and then pulled her knickers back up over her bottom. It was young, quiet Claire, however, who had the most peverted idea of all. She had the teacher kneel, with her face on the floor, and her bottom in the air, and they gently pulled her little white panties down so that just her fleshy pink arsehole was exposed. Claire produced, from her cupboard, a tub of Vaseline, and from the bathroom, a large funnel. Miss Charmaine's heart sank. What were they going to do to her now? She felt the girl's slim fingers gently rubbing Vaseline into her anus. She felt it slacken involuntarily, and then felt the intrustion of the slanting narrow end of the funnel. Then she realised: Claire was going to piss into her rectum and give her a golden enema! The girls all watched avidly as she stood with her thighs apart, and the dense black hair of her cunt exposed, and the furious stream of piss jetted accurately from beneath her pink clit, twirling and gurgling noisily into the funnel. Miss Charmaine, her face pressed to the cold floor, groaned with shame and disgust. She had now reached such a low, that she had started to feel to comfort of assuming that she would never have any dignity ever again. She had never had an enema before, and the feeling of Claire's hot piss seeping into her bowels was very strange. Very soon, she found herself feeling full, and by the time the girls saw Claire's cunt twitching the last few squirts, she was wanting to rush to the toilet herself, praying only that they would let her. But there was no chance. Alex and Helen stepped forward together, and stood over Claire's makeshift toilet bowl, pressing their breasts together, twining their arms round each other. Slowly they stroked the front of each other's panties, each feeling the slippery cream on the other's gussets. Carefully they peeled aside each other's knickers, and massaged each other's sticky labia apart. Then they were both pissing at once into the funnel, over each other's fingers, over each other's clitorises, but finally, inevitably, into Miss Charmaine's arsehole. The schoolmistress felt her belly filling with the weight of all those girls' piss, along with her bladder, which had now filled with Damaris and Charlie's cunt-spurtings. When the two girls had finally finished their lesbian piss-wank, they kissed each other passionately and stepped aside. Claire leaned forward and slipped the funnel from its place, and the young woman's anus automatically clenched tightly shut, but a tiny spurt of the girls' mingled piss leapt out, making it clear to Claire that the young woman wouldn't be able to hold her enema in for very long. "Ohhhhh Ghodddd!" groaned the teacher, and suddenly, they were appalled at what they had done. "Get the pot, quick!" said Charlie, "I think it's all coming out again!" and someone dragged the porcelain Chamber pot from beneath one of the beds. They were about to place it beneath Miss Charmaine's hips, so that she could empty herself into it, when from across the room, they heard "Wait!" It was Annabel. In their perverted excitement, they had all forgotten about her. The sexy, long-legged blonde got up from the bed, and walked across the room, her long, softly erect clitoris and her thick, puckered cunt-lips dangling down from her light- brown pubes. They watched in astonishment as the teen angel with the silken blonde hair carefully lowered herself until she was sitting, open-legged on the far rim of the pot, the fantastic meat of her cunt directly opposite the piss-dribbling ring of Miss Charmaine's anus. She slowly wanked herself back to full erection so that her big knob poked forth from her hairy piss-flesh and her big lips fell open to reveal her creaming, twitching cunt- hole. "Okay," she said, "let her do it." They eased Miss Charmaine's hips back so that she was poised over the pot. "My knickers.... I'm going to piss too, pull my knickers down!" said Miss Charmaine, urgently. The white panties had only been pulled down far enough to reveal her arsehole so that Claire could put her wicked funnel into it. Now it was Damaris who peeled the pocket of her gusset from the thickly furred bun of her proffered cunt, and dragged the panties halfway down her awkwardly-open thighs. The sight exposed jolted Annabel with two shocking revelations: first, however densely the wiry black pubes of Miss Charmaine might grow in her deepest and most intimate knicker- bits, there was no way that they would ever be able to obscure the bulging purple flesh of her huge labia, or the rumpled folds of her enormous clitoral foreskin, for after all that she had said earlier, Miss Charmaine had a pussy which was very nearly as fleshy and protruberant as Annabel's herself. Neither Charlie nor Damaris could come close to her in sheer quantity or prominence of their girl-meat. Second, the teacher's labia were actually dripping with cream - Miss Charmaine had *loved* being the girls' toilet, and it took one look, as her big fuck-lips slipped open, at the big knob of her rolled-back clitoris, to see that she was seconds away from orgasm. Annabel watched as she leaned back, her bottom spreading wider, her naked back lifting up, her nightie around her waist, her pale, apple-sized breasts revealed to the rest of the girls, and she heard her groan. And as she groaned, Annabel felt a surprisingly hot jet of fluid spraying onto her belly and drooling down through her pubes. It was squirting out of Miss Charmaine's arsehole and it was made of three of her class-mates' piss, whose enema her teacher was ecstatically evacuating. Annabel hurriedly angled her cunt so that the fluid could be made to shoot directly onto her clitoris, and as soon as she felt the hot flow, she knew that her own orgasm was about to hit her. She wanked her huge girl-cock in the dark golden toilet-juice that squirted out of her teacher's shit-hole and dribbled messily all over her genitals. She saw Miss Charmaine's fingers come forth from below and hurriedly start to rub at the huge clitoris, and, if she needed anything more to make her come, she got it as she felt Miss Charmaine's own piss, which was once Damaris and Charlie's squirting up between her own labia, shooting into her twitching vagina. The result was that into this already hellish cocktail of bodily fluids now dribbling from the cunts and arses of teacher and teenager and collecting in the potty beneath them, was introduced a new component. Annabel started to ejaculate. Girl-spunk started to spurt from beneath her huge clit, some of it being washed away by the teacher's pissing, but much of it beginning to shoot over her pissing, masturbated labia. Though her orgasm was underway, Annabel knew that the really big spunking hadn't started yet, and she had a split-second to realise her desires. Grasping the teacher's broad pissing hips, she dragged her down so that Annabel's enormous clitoris squelched deep into her teacher's slick vagina, as the teacher's own big clit lodged in hers, the piss that was still pouring out being forced up Annabel's vagina like a douche. "Oh God, yes, Annabel, darling, spunk up me, spunk up me!" she groaned, and Annabel felt herself pumping her teacher's vagina full of her creamy girlish semen in long powerful squirts.

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