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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

The Lucinda Foxton School of Harlotry by Jetstream Part One The Publicity Seeker ‘Good morning, gels,’ said the pristine young woman at the front of the class, as she trotted skittishly in her high heels before the blackboard. ‘This is your first day at Lucinda Foxton, and no doubt you’re feeling quite apprehensive. I’m sure you’re wondering: will I make new friends, will I like my teachers, will I do well in my studies, and in many ways it’s good that you’re thinking these things. It helps to focus your minds and your ambitions. Because remember this: the thing that you are embarking on is by no means easy. There is enormous competition, and unless you can carve a niche for yourselves, you will find it very difficult to find happiness. You have come here because you have decided, all of you, along with your parents, that your best hope of wealth is to become experts in the fine and subtle art of harlotry - whether that be just to become a whore for your husband, or with the intention of passing the Concubine Licensing Centre’s exams at either Streetwalker, Brothel or even Call-girl level, or (for the very ambitious among you) to break into the bigtime, in video or Virtual Reality pornography. By the way, this last may seem very ambitious, but it is not out of reach. Several of our girls have done so, and let me tell you, I often experience a twinge of great satisfaction every time I see one of them opening their mouths with delight for that inevitable come-shot to think that I taught them so much of what they know. ‘But remember this, whatever your ambitions, gels. Whatever it is you’re doing, from helping your husband unwind at the end of a hard day, to demonstrating whorish Virtual Behaviour for Sonyporn, your one Golden Rule is this: to give your man the most enjoyable and intense orgasm it is possible for him to receive. You must always bear this in mind. And to do this, you must always remember that it is what he finds sexy that matters, not what turns you on. Certainly he will find it arousing if you come, but the expert whore can always fake that to make it far sexier for him than the real thing. But in order to please a man, you need to think like a dick. And that’s not easy. It takes study. We are fortunate here at Lucinda Foxton that we have one of the most extensively stocked video and magazine pornography libraries in the world. Please make good use of it. I want to see you girls reading smut, smut, smut. It’s the only way to understand the man’s mind. ‘Let me do a little poll at this stage. I want the truth, now. How many of you girls masturbate? I don’t want anyone saying they don’t because they’re shy, or that they do from bravado, just tell the truth. Hands up.’ Around the room, a few nervous teenage hands tentatively prodded the air. ‘About half of you. Well, my advice is, start wanking. Some of you who don’t won’t even have had orgasms yet, and that’s important. There’s no way you can succeed as whores until you’ve started having orgasms. The female body is marvellous for orgasms. You can have as many as you want to. Most men are limited to one or two a day, whatever they tell you. Here at Lucinda Foxton, not only is wanking allowed, it is encouraged, even in public. If you go to the library, expect to come across your colleagues indulging in a diddle quite regularly. And if you do, for God’s sake don’t interrupt them. If you need to talk to them badly, hurry them along by helping them out. Don’t pull a face like that, young lady. It may sound odd to you, (though what school you went to I can’t imagine), but by the end of this course, every girl in this class will probably have had her tongue in at least one of your orifices. The accomplished whore cannot afford to be squeamish about a little lesbianism, but must be prepared to chew clitorises as avidly as cocks. You’ll soon see. Now, where was I? Oh yes, thinking like a man. Learn to lust like a man, too. Lech critically at your classmates. Does your neighbour’s blouse reveal enough cleavage? Does she occasionally ‘accidentally’ flash her knickers at you? Were the knickers worth seeing? Try to learn from each other what it is like to be a man lusting at a woman. Remember that the CLC examiner, important though he is, is just a man himself. He will be wanting to be turned on, and your final mark will be a combination of how long it takes you to make him come, and the intensity of his orgasm. Remember that he will have seen every trick in the book. You need to be fully in control to impress him. ‘Well, that’s enough for this morning, girls. Class dismissed.’

In the canteen, Lucinda got talking to Charlotte. ‘It’s quite strange all this, isn’t it?’ said Lucinda. ‘All this thinking like men, and all that. I’m not sure if I can.’ ‘Oh, I can,’ said Charlotte. ‘I had four brothers and a lecherous father. None of them would ever have laid a finger on me, but I knew that they all desperately wanted to, the perves. The number of times I used to find that they’d spunked into my knickers.’ ‘What?’ said Lucinda. ‘That’s disgusting!’ ‘Yes, I thought so,’ said Charlotte. ‘They used to lock themselves into the bathroom after I'd had a shower, and fish out the pair I’d just taken off. I suppose because they were nice and warm and pungent.’ ‘Oh, really!’ said Lucinda in horror. ‘Once I was waiting for the loo, and my Dad came out, and when he saw me he looked a bit sheepish, but said goodnight and went to bed, and I knew what he must have been doing, so when I’d locked the door, I opened the basket and sure enough, the little white cotton ones I’d been wearing that day were all stuck together with warm, wet, smelly spunk.’ ‘Oh my God! Weren’t you sick?’ Charlotte shook her head slowly. ‘Far from it. I was mesmerised to think that I’d produced that. I brought them up to my face, and smeared my naughty father’s sperm all over my mouth.’ Lucinda looked at Charlotte in horror, unable even to speak. ‘And then slowly,’ continued Charlotte, ‘I ran my tongue round my mouth, lapping up the sticky goo, all the time watching myself in the mirror, and pretending that I was a porn star. From that day on, I resolved to dedicate my life to making men come. I want to be the face that launches a million dicks.’ ‘You utter slut!’ said Lucinda, gazing at Charlotte with an awed mixture of horror and admiration. ‘That’s nothing,’ said Charlotte. ‘I’m going to make a big impact on this place, and I propose to start now.’ She stood up, and leant against the edge of the table. She was wearing a short wraparound skirt and her legs were smooth and fabulously well tanned. Lucinda could suddenly well understand those spunk-filled men of Charlotte’s family guiltily working off their incestuous desires into her knickers. Though she had responded with horror at her story, Lucinda now felt herself filled with respect for this sexy, powerful girl, and knew that, if she was to have any success here, it would be by sticking close to Charlotte. ‘If you want to be my friend,’ said Charlotte, ‘and if you want to impress all of the teachers at one fell swoop, you’ll play along with what I'm about to do. It'll take guts, but I’ll never forget it if you’re game.’ ‘I’m game,’ said Lucinda, nervously, not knowing what to expect from this grotesque pervert. ‘Then listen,’ said Charlotte, ‘I haven’t been to the toilet since first thing this morning. I’ve been drinking a lot all day, and I’ve been holding it in. I’m now absolutely bursting, and now is the exact time to make my mark.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ said Lucinda, who’d never heard of watersports, and wouldn’t have believed in it if she had. ‘Surely you know that pissing movies are the best paid of the lot. If you can piss impressively to order, then you can virtually write your own pay-cheque.’ Lucinda shook her head. ‘If the producers get even a rumour about something wet going on here, they’ll want to find out who was behind it - bingo! first steps to stardom.’ ‘But what about me,’ said Lucinda, dismayed. Charlotte laughed. ‘They need drinkers even more than the pissers!’ Lucinda looked uncertain. ‘I don’t know, Charlotte. What does it taste like?’ ‘Don’t worry, it’s just like warm water. I’ve done it myself. Come on - for me.’ ‘All right,’ muttered Lucinda, slowly. ‘Right here we go,’ said Charlotte. ‘Remember, just play along.’ Charlotte sat more fully on the edge of the table, allowing her to draw her right thigh up high onto the table, revealing her high-cut white g-string type knickers, as suddenly she addressed the whole canteen loudly: ‘Jesus Christ, I’m desperate to do a piss!’ she shouted, rubbing her hand provocatively across her knickered bush. ‘If I don’t find something I can use as a toilet soon, I’m going to wet my knickers, and I wouldn’t want to do that on my first day at a new school!’ All eyes in the room were now on this marvellous dark-eyed brunette, her fabulous legs drawn up, and the hair-fringed gusset of her knickers was the main object of their attention. ‘Oh, my dearie me!’ she continued. ‘I can almost feel it dribbling out between my lips. What am I going to do?’ Then she turned theatrically to Lucinda, who was looking at her slightly bewildered with her mouth open. Lucinda's hair was neck- length, blonde, with an Alice band. She wore pearls through the neck of her crisp white blouse. ‘Oh darling! That’s a very fine erotic mouth you’ve got there. Be a lovely girl and let me go to the toilet into it, please. I’m really so desperate, and I’d be so, so grateful!’ Charlotte grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her from her seat. ‘Come now, you little piss-drinking slut bitch, just kneel down there so that I can use you as my urinal. Open up. Open up!’ Lucinda was on her knees, wondering why she had agreed to do this, and she suddenly found herself with her nose level with Charlotte's knickers. She really was a very hairy girl, it seemed, as the pouch of her panties sported dark whiskers sprouting round the outside. In the split seconds she had, Lucinda decided to get into the spirit of things, and opening her mouth hissed, ‘Yessss, misstresss, let me drink your pissss!’ Charlotte, for her part, mis-timed the pulling aside of her knickers, so that the first stream ricocheted noisily off them, turning them yellow, and washing back along Charlotte's waxed brown thighs, but once she’d successfully dragged them clear of her genitals, every one in the room had a clear view of the tall teenager as she fountained a bright amber arc of her piss straight into her girlfriend's mouth. Her aim, of course, was not perfect, and Lucinda found her hair and Alice band awash with the golden fluid, as the hot cunt-lemonade rushed forth from her friend’s pussy. Furthermore, trickling out of her open mouth, it soaked into her once-pristine blouse, turning her into a one-woman wet t-shirt contest, as the hot urine made it cling to her pert cupcake breasts. Charlotte felt an overwhelming rush of ecstasy spread through her as she watched her bladder emptying. Apart from the sheer physical release, she could already hear phone-lines buzzing, and her name being mentioned in hush tones in all the right places. As well as demonstrating the huge power and volume of her bladder, she had managed to get her big, beefy piss-flaps and clitoris (a pair of real gusset bulgers) out on display, so that everyone already knew how well-endowed she was. She could feel that she was going to fit in here.

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Message-ID: <203427Z21071996@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 20:28:01 UTC Subject: Jetstream: Lucinda 2 Lines: 234

The Lucinda Foxton School of Harlotry by Jetstream Part Two Charlotte in trouble The next morning, the first class for the new girls was held in the Sperm Lab. This was a large room like a chemistry lab, with mysterious apparatus placed on the benches. The tutor was a full lipped brunette in her late twenties, who addressed the girls casually. "Hi, I just want to do a quick check before we get started, so could I just have a quick show of hands: who here has actually had experience of facial comes before?" Six or seven hands shot proudly up, having lost the reticence of the previous day. Their teacher smiled knowingly. "Yes, I`m not talking about blow-jobs, here - I don`t mean tidy little comes in the back of your throat from your boyfriend, where you swallow a teaspoonful of salty fluid, and he looks at you as if he’ll love you forever." The hands became a little more hesitant, two of them finally dropping down, crestfallen. "Who here has had an adult dick splatter a full load of spunk in their faces, possibly getting it in their eyes, and up their nose?" Only two hands remained - Charlotte’s and that of a blue-eyed freckle-faced redhead called Helen. The teacher made a note. "Thank you, hands down," she said. "You see, the problem with facial comes is not just getting to like sperm - or spunk, as I prefer to call it, - though you will have to do that, but learning not to react adversely to it. You see, men’s spunk is not under their control. Their cocks flip up, and suddenly it’s spurting all over the place - in your eyes, your nose, your ears, maybe over your clothes, where you didn’t want it, shooting over your hair which you’ve just had very expensively done. The trouble is, if you’ve landed a major porn part, and you’ve just given your stud the most amazing blow-job, curling your tongue around and over his cock, so that you’ve almost got the producer creaming HIS pants, and then you flinch as soon as his spunk starts shooting, then you’ve ruined the come- shot. You remember the old adage ‘The customer is right?’ Well, you should always be thinking to yourselves, ‘the spunk is always right’ It doesn’t matter if that sounds silly, it’ll stick in your heads, which, incidentally is what the spunk’ll do unless you wash it out’ Some of the girls tittered at this weak pun, but most were thinking deeply about the significance of her words. ‘What that means is that wherever the spunk goes is right. Love it, no matter what.’ She wandered over to the apparatus. ‘What we have here is a number of syringes which will, at a randomly programmed moment, simulate an ejaculation. They contain a tasteless fluid of the same colour and consistency of spunk. We want you to play with these things, pretending that they are cocks, and trying NOT to react adversely when they spunk you.’ And so the girls got down to the activity. The syringes were shaped like big vibrators with a hole at the top, and they soon discovered that at any moment, a viscous grey fluid would erupt from the tip of the cocks, and spray them wherever it was. The girls worked in pairs, advising each other on their reactions whenever a ‘come’ took place, pumping their faces with come, splattering a new bra, shooting over a knickered mound. Most of the class looked like they had received a multiple gang-bang when the door opened and a bemused messenger boy entered. They giggled at him as he shyly approached the teacher. "The head wants to see Charlotte Pennyworth." he said.

"I suppose you think that because we are a school of harlotry we have no standards, is that it?" said the headmaster, as Charlotte stood, head bowed, at his desk. She had anticipated something of this kind, so had played along by wearing the full schoolgirl gear: black court shoes, black stockings and suspenders, white cotton knickers, pleated blue skirt above the knee, a crisp regulation white blouse, and a frilly white bra. Her hair had a single ribbon in it. "N-no sir," she stammered convincingly. "It was a disgraceful display, absolutely disgraceful! Golden showers are for graduates only, and especially not in the dining hall!" "No sir." "You say ‘no sir,’ but I’m not convinced. What’s to stop it happening again? I mean, how full is your bladder now?" "Completely, sir." "What? When was the last time you went to the lavatory?" "Last night, sir" she admitted, loving her little play-act. "What? Did you not even go this morning?" "I was late for school sir, so I didn’t have time.." She was even managing to affect an innocent little lisp. "Good god, girl! It’s despicable! So I suppose you’re standing here quite desperate to go, are you?" "Desperate!" she declared and moved her hand to clutch at her groin through her skirt. "Take that hand away at once!" he shouted. "A big girl like you doesn’t need her hand to keep her piss in!" Dutifully she took her hand away, and immediately a spray of golden fluid spurted from under her skirt, quickly dying to a little trickle down her stockings. The headmaster watched in outrage at this misbehaviour. "This has gone far enough. Since you insist on immersing yourself in perverse debauchery, you will learn about the subject from me. You will be spanked, buggered, and then and only then will you be allowed to piss. Is that clear?" Charlotte was managing a few tears from her eyes now, as well as those that she had shed from between the lips of her vagina, and she nodded shamefully. "Right. Take those knickers down to your ankles and bend over my desk" Doing as she was told, Charlotte pulled the piss-sodden gusset of her M&S panties down over her stockings until they rested against her high-heels and bent over the headmaster’s desk, supporting herself on her elbows. Charlotte’s buttocks were nothing if not pert: each globe was defined sharply by a clear crease where it met her thigh. Between them sprouted the dampened whiskers of her dark hairy cunt, and the animal rudeness of her plump labia, themselves still glistening - partly with the residue of her impromtu urination, but also, as the more careful observer would have noted, with a slick film of creamy teenage arousal. Higher up in the deep cleft sat the brown nut of her tight little anus, flexing and twitching as if in preparation for its later punishment. Across this bottom was superimposed a triangle of creamy flesh where her bikini bottoms had resisted her summer tan - not because she was too shy to sunbathe naked, but because she knew that the effect was erotic. It was onto this bottom that the headmaster brought his hand resoundingly, making the flesh of her arsecheeks wobble and redden repeatedly. The pain of this was real enough for Charlotte, and the humiliation genuine, and she began to cry, large tears dropping off her nose onto the head’s blotter. "Ohhohhh! PLEASE stop, I promise I'll be a good girl in future..." she begged. To the sadistic head this was an added bonus - he hadn’t expected real tears from a hardened case like this. His groin itched all the more as he continued spanking the girl’s marvellous bottom. "You’re going to take your punishment, you little strumpet!" he declared. "Oh NooooOOOO!" she whined, and lost control of her bladder for a moment. Piss bubbled up from above her hanging clitoris and dribbled like water from a leaking tap through the long hairs below it, soaking a set of essays the headmaster had been marking entitled "‘The come-shot is an essential element of modern pornography’. Discuss " "And stop that pissing at once! You’re not a six-year-old!" "I’m sorry," she sobbed, "it’s just that I’m so desperate!" "Well you should go to the toilet in the morning then, shouldn’t you?" he scolded as he ceased his spanking and produced his large circumcised cock from the fly of his suit. " Stay where you are, your punishment isn’t over yet. I hope your bowels aren’t full as well, or this could get very messy indeed. " She gave a look over her shoulder, her tousled hair stuck to her tear-stained face, to see him producing a tube of clear jelly, which he squeezed onto her arsehole. Her heart sank - he WAS going to bugger her! She had just thought it was an idle threat, but suddenly the nose of his cock was pressing against her sphincter, and she knew from experience that the only option was to relax and let it in. She had once remarked that buggery was like shitting backwards and it was this thought which occurred to her now as this big, hot slippery stool of a cock pressed right up into her rectum, stretching her insides to the hilt, before slipping almost all the way out again. leaving her a hint of the satisfaction of voiding herself before her bowels were once more full of him. The physiological effects of her arse-fucking were so extraordinary that her poor lower regions got completely confused. Her vagina opened up, hungry to be filled with the big cock satisfying her neighbour, and her little sister, Charlotte’s pisshole, automatically followed suit. It wasn’t easy for Charlotte to stop it this time, with the effects of the cock pumping in and out of her bum, and the headmaster soon felt the hot spray bathing his testicles, and soaking the trousers of his suit. At this, he appeared to lose his temper, and pulled himself roughly from Charlotte’s arse, and tried to turn her, awkwardly, onto her back. Her piss was trickling all over her skirt and her stockings not to mention over his clothes and desk. She looked at him frightened of what he might do next, not understanding what he wanted. "Right, come on then, come on!" he muttered, as he pulled her legs up and apart, and struggled to get her knickers out of the way of her ankles. As he opened her thighs and got his first good look at her beaver, the right way up, her pussy was still giving little squirts. "You can do it now, you can do the lot now!" he shouted, as a little rivulet trickled over her buttock without being replenished, holding his cock inches from her pussy. She had lifted herself onto her elbows, and now realised what was on his mind. She was in control again and he knew it, and she could afford to fix him with a look of playful contempt. "What? Is that it?" he screamed. "That had better not be all you’ve got, my girl, or there’ll be serious trouble" Charlotte lay there, propped up, her vagina flexing and twitching at him in defiance, its skins bathed in her slick lubrications. How obscene her labia were, so thick, so floppy for such a young girl! Because of the angle at which she was laying, her right labium now slowly flopped back across her open vagina and stuck there with her sticky fluids. "Show’s over" her face seemed to say. "You haven’t done enough!" shouted the headmaster. "I demand you piss now, even if you don’t need - " The very noise of the blast cut out his last words, as her cunt- flap was pushed aside with the force of the jet of piss which sprayed from her hole straight onto his naked helmet. The Trevi fountain could have done no better. She was a water-nymph erupting her golden piss forth with the power of a fire hydrant. Without even touching his cock, the headmaster ejaculated spontaneously, the first spurt of semen oozing out and being instantly washed away in the flow of Charlotte’s urine, but the second showed that the headmaster had a force of his own, as a surging squirt of creamy, pungent spunk leapt up onto Charlotte’s blouse, streaking her tie. Remembering her lesson of the morning, Charlotte contained her surprise, and put forth her tongue just in time to receive a dollop of salty cream into her mouth, as his second spurt jerked across her breasts, her throat and her face. Charlotte went straight down to lunch from the headmaster’s room. She hadn’t bothered to clean up. After all, her classmates were all wearing creamy splatterings with pride. The only thing distinguishing her was the smell of genuine sperm coming off her. That, and the piss-stains. But her friends were coming to expect that of her.

Message-ID: <203418Z21071996@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 20:27:42 UTC Subject: Jetstream:Lucinda 3 Lines: 253

The Lucinda Foxton School of Harlotry by Jetstream Part Three Gusset Management "A girl's best friend is her gusset," declared the rather attractive young man in their first lesson of the rather enigmatically titled 'Gusset Management' course. "Who is prepared to show me theirs?" The girls smiled as they looked to see if anyone would volunteer. "Don't worry, I graduated in Knicker Maintenance - there's nothing that could shock me. Somebody wearing a skirt, preferably - Rania, how about you?" A dark Arabian with full breasts and bottom grinned, and looked round at the other girls before getting to her feet and going to the front of the class. "Right, just sit on the desk for the moment - the rest of you, would you like to gather round so that you can all see clearly." All of the perfumed young teenage girls in the room left their seats, and clustered at the front. "Now Rania, would you just maybe lift your leg a bit, just as you would if you were trying to flash your knickers." Rania nonchalantly lifted her foot to the desk, exposing the smooth underside of her soft brown thighs, and then all the way up to her white-knickered pussy. "Right, that's good," said the teacher, "so what have we got? We can see that Rania's wearing some simple cotton knickers, possibly bought from M&S -" Rania looked at him in mock anger. "I am Palestinian!" The politics of this fact was lost on the teacher. "Oh sorry. Well, anyway, some simple white cotton knickers. We also see that Rania is sufficiently generously endowed with pubic hair to overflow her gusset quite considerably. If any of you are in this fortunate position, I would suggest that you don't try to get rid of it until you know what your career is going to be. Many concubines, especially Middle-Eastern ones, are preferred to be hairy, and lots of Western men too, find the sight of thick dark hair bushing from a girl's knickers very arousing. Sure, if you've got to shave your outer labia, or maybe even your whole pussy for a job, then do it. But don't do it automatically. It can sometimes take a long time to grow back." He paused as they took notes. Near his elbow, a leggy six-foot blonde with a snub nose and breasts swelling fruitfully from the front of her lycra body jotted "Don't shave c. unless reqd." "Okay Rania, let's take a closer look, can we? Just pull your skirt up and sit at the edge of the desk. " Her knickers and her pleasantly plumpish tummy were now completely revealed. Her dark pubic hair extended in a thin line to her navel, and her knickers were brief and high-cut."Oh, yes! This is very fine. If I may say so, Rania, you have an excellently packed gusset here. Can you see girls? We can see from the outline of her gusset that Rania is a very well endowed young lady: can you see how she bulges and fills out her panties there? If we look very closely, we can almost see the prominent knob of Rania’s clitoris, and the subtle ridges in her labia. My bet is that you have sometimes been embarrassed about the appearance of your lips, is that right?" The elegant Arabian pouted. "When I was a little girl, say about twelve or thirteen, and they started to grow, I used to feel a bit embarrassed in the showers and that, but I've got used to them now." The teacher drew a deep breath. "Th-that’s right, Rania, you should be proud, because lips like yours are very rare. Who here thinks their pussy lips are too big?" Five hands shot up. "Well you shouldn’t," he continued. "For everyone who likes a little virginal slit, there are many who prefer a nice fleshy cleft." There was more furious scribbling of notes, though to what purpose, he didn't fully understand. "Before we go on, I think we can say that Rania has taught us the first lesson of gusset management. Ensure that any knickers or panties you wear are able to accommodate your vaginal parts comfortably. Some girls are able to wear g-strings and thongs with no problem, as their pussies are to all intents and purposes lipless. But those of you with bigger bulges below will need to ensure that there is enough room in the bottom of your knickers to cup your cunt-lips comfortably. A similar observation applies even with things like French Knickers and Teddies, which are loose around the vulva, since a dangling clit can become seriously chafed if there is not enough room in them." As he said all this, he could see one girl trying to rearrange her knickers through the fabric of her jeans. "Now, we've all seen Rania's knicker gusset, so let's move on to an inspection of its contents..." Rania blushed as she shot the teacher a surprised look. "It's contents?" she questioned. "I thought it was just my knickers..." "Come now Rania - this is no place for shyness and you know it." Rania shrugged, and reaching between her legs, peeled the thin white knicker cloth away from the dark mass of thick Arabian pubic hair and purple teenage pussy-meat. Unsupported by the pouch of her gusset, her crinkled lips flopped slowly over to the left, and settled there tremulously, wrapped sleepily over each other, a thin seam of moisture glistening along their join. She smiled a little self- consciously at the group, who suddenly broke into applause, whooping and shrieking their admiration. The teacher spoke again. "One of the other great advantages of having large pussy-lips like Rania's, as you can see, is that they are able to contain and divert any stray moisture. The occasional drop of pee, or signs of arousal, can all too often mar an otherwise pristine gusset. Could you show us the inside of your gusset, Rania?" She slipped the knickers down over her ankles and passed them to the teacher, before resuming her position. He handed them to the leggy blonde. "Julia, give me your opinion on these, please." Julia took the knickers and stretched out the gusset to examine them carefully. "Hmm. They're dry, no staining. Warm, and a good smell of Rania's pussy in them. Plus..." - she held them to her nose - "whoa, something else! Rania, what have you been up to?" Rania shrugged, smiled and all eyes were once more on her. Wordlessly, she looked down at her labia again, and slowly brought her fingers to them. As soon as she slipped her right lip from her left, they came apart with an almost audible suck, and suddenly Rania's revealed vagina was open, and belching and bubbling creamy white semen onto the desk top by the tablespoonful. The girls gasped as one and muttered to each other. "Horny bitch" "Where does she find it?" "Randy slut" all as terms of admiration. "Good Lord!" said the teacher in astonishment. "Rania, explain yourself. How do you come to have so much spunk in your cunt at this time of the morning?" "There's a building site, nearby. I go there every break-time, and get fucked by as many of them as I can. They don't *all* come in my cunt. Some of them do it in my arsehole, and others come in my mouth." "So do you mean to tell me that your arsehole is full of come, too?" Slowly, by way of explanation, Rania stood up, allowing long strings of sperm to drool to the floor, before snapping off and leaping up to speckle the whiskers of her pubes, and standing with her legs apart, she bent forward and rested with her elbows on the desk as if expecting a spanking. The girls gazed in astonishment. Because she was Arabian, her pubes grew up around her arsehole, but this was not what amazed them. It was the dramatic spectacle of her perfect buttocks, still framed by her skirt, and the obscenity of her open arsehole, slack and pulullating, visibly full of the milky offerings of at least three men. Mischievously, she contracted her sphincter voluntarily, and a rivulet of mingled jizz welled out, and oozed slowly over her huge moist labia, round the rim of her already sperm- drenched vagina, and collected in the hot cup of her clitoral foreskin before it overflowed, dribbling in slowing spots to the linoleum floor. The two girls closest to her had their faces mere inches away, and the heady scent of Rania's sexy Middle Eastern gash, and the even ruder whiff of so much builders' spunk, was sending them almost berserk with lust. It was all they could do to restrain themselves from falling on her hindquarters and drilling their tongues into her, Sarah's into Rania's messy, twitching vagina, and Jessica's into her re- slackening rectum. "I can hardly speak Rania, I'm so shocked" said the teacher. "Have you anything to say for yourself?" "I've got another confession to make," pouted Rania. This time the teacher was literally dumbfounded, and Rania continued. "I was so busy getting fucked in the break-time, I didn't have time to go to the toilet. I could have gone while they were fucking me, but I didn't think it would have been polite. I've been trying to keep it in all lesson, but I don't think I can manage it for much longer." "Are you asking to be *excused* to go to the lavatory, girl?" spluttered the teacher in disbelief. "After all this? Spreading your cunt-lips in my class, knowing *full well* that they were full of sperm, dribbling working-class come all over my floor, from both orifices, and after all of this you ask to be allowed to go to the lavatory." Rania bit her lip anxiously. "I don't think I'd make it to the lavatory, sir," she said, over her shoulder, not moving from her bent- forward position. "In fact, I think that if I so much as move a muscle from this position, I might just lose the lot." "What? You can't piss there, I forbid it!" shouted the teacher. "There's just no more room inside, it's got to find an outlet." Sarah and Jessica leant forward a little on their chairs to try to catch a glimpse of any stray droplets. Gusset management was their favourite class, and although their own pussies were quite thinly endowed, they had always admired Rania's marvellous complex of pinkmeat, and regarded her with hero-worship as a result. The thought that she might piss herself was too much for them. Catching each other's eyes, they silently agreed on their plan. The teacher was only concerned for their welfare. "Sarah, Jessica, you'd better move back. Jane, bring the chamber-pot from the cupboard quickly..." But Sarah and Jessica had already started their plan. Easing forward from their seats, they were squatting by Rania’s feet, unknown to her, and keeping their eyes fixed on the fleshy fruit nestling in the dark bush between Rania's speckled arse-cheeks, slowly began tickling their way up the insides of her tawny thighs. "NO!" Rania tensed, giggling, and at once a teaspoonful of golden piss spat from her flaps, splashing Jessica's empty chair. "No, you mustn't...." she gasped between giggles "..if you do that I'll just..." There was no point in finishing her sentence. The china chamber-pot which had been intended to be held up to catch Rania’s piss by some teenage Aquarius, was still being extracted from a cupboard when the entire room heard the squirting noise. Rania's lips unfurled and released a monstrous hosing of pent-up piss which hit Sarah just below the chin, spreading like a sheet down over her cleavage, quickly turning her white t-shirt translucent, at once exposing her struggling, apple-sized breasts, the pink-brown nipples stiffening as the warmth of the shower hit her. Jessica by now had her tongue at the source, and was able to bounce Rania's clitoris up and down in the uncontrolled stream, showering Sarah's face and hair too. Almost instinctively, Sarah was clawing her short skirt up to her waist, and pulling her own gusset aside. Her vulva was completely hairless (for her part in the School video) and extra sensitive as a result. She couldn't believe she was about to do it, and the thought of it almost sent her over the top before she had even managed to expose her slit and spread it deftly with her fingers. Her face was contorting in her orgasm as she lowered her eyes to watch the stream play agonisingly across her belly, filling her navel, splattering her knickers, and then squirting directly onto the spot. That was it! They were connected! Rania’s cunt to hers, connected by the arc of her piss, squirting from under Rania’s hair- fringed clitoris and washing down over her naked bud. The whole class watched as Sarah ecstatically wriggled and twitched. Oh dear! The teacher was not at all happy. What would he do if the Headmaster came in? The whole class was in disarray - his classroom management techniques were failing hopelessly, and what was supposed to be a lesson in how the girls might keep their gussets clean and well-arranged had now led to probably every pair of knickers in the room being stained with juices of arousal, and, at least in Sarah’s case, liberally doused with piss. And to make matters worse, his cock was sticking out of the top of his trousers, and... It was the hot splash against the back of her ear that made Julia snap her head round quickly. It was a familiar feeling, and as soon as she felt it she knew what it must be. But this did not prepare her for the thick loop of come which fell in a streak on her face and dripped gently down between her breasts. "Hey, Mr Smith's coming!" she exclaimed in delight, tasting the semen that had landed on her lips, and suddenly every head turned to see the creamy fluid leaping from the barely visible head of his cock as it poked above his waistband, and showering the shoulders, neck and breasts of the tallest girl in the class. This was not what Mr Smith had wanted.

Message-ID: <203439Z21071996@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 20:28:32 UTC Subject: Jetstream:Lucinda 4 Lines: 206

Piss Pageant Julia was captain of the School Netball First XI. Six feet tall with high but full breasts which she mischievously never constricted with a bra for their games, with the aim of distracting the opposition, and short, bobbed hair which gave emphasis to her fine cheekbones and large mouth. Her Fellatio teacher had frequently reported that this big, full-lipped mouth was at once a blessing and a curse: her technique never got any practice as men would ejaculate almost as soon as they saw those lips closing around their cock-heads. Whilst she was excellent at "sperm play" therefore - swirling the creamy semen around her mouth and tongue as it belched from the glans, her tongue-swirling techniques had been little tried. But the wobbly bouncing breasts were definitely an advantage - at the very least they kept the fathers who had turned out to watch their daughters play happy. They loved watching her prominent nipples worrying the faces of shorter opposing players as Jane attacked the goal in a leggy flurry of pleated skirt and arse-stretched white knickers, and would sort the image away for later use. The lonely divorcees would fill crushed Kleenex on their beds, surrounded by lurid photographs dismissed for a moment as the image of the big girl returned to them. The luckier ones might have their wives remind them of it as their wet vaginas hurried them to orgasm: "What about that big blonde bitch of a netball player? Imagine splattering those tits! Or sticking it up between her arse cheeks. Or I could suck on her fat clit, as you came all over that mouth of hers..." And their cervixes would always be filled with spunk at this image. But there were no fathers present at the moment. This was just a lunch time practice, and as she watched her team disperse back to the changing rooms, there were just two things on her mind: first, that she must try to improve her goal attack, and second, that she badly needed a piss. The two were not unconnected; efficient goal attack demanded a strong, scissor-like action from the thighs, and had she tried that in her current state, she would have splattered the playground and probably some of her team-mates' white-socked ankles with the resulting golden jet that would have been forced through her gusset. So she had played a fairly tame game, her pleated skirt fluttering, her bottom hovering as she hopped from foot to foot, trying to make it seem as if she was readying herself for the tackle, but really just trying to concentrate on keeping her bladder closed. She couldn't clutch her cunt through her skirt, or cross her legs as the younger girls did - she was seventeen years old - but she sometimes wished she could. Despite the desperation in her belly, however, despite the urgency to get her knickers round her ankles, and her slim, teenage thighs astride the toilet bowl and to hear the relieving splashing noises below her, she paused before entering the changing rooms. The water-fountain was the only source of drinking water, and her coach had always stressed the importance of replacing fluid after training. Clenching her piss-muscles tightly, she decided that she could wait a few more minutes, and lowered her mouth to the drinking fountain. Any man watching the sight of the stunning tall blonde bending to drink at the fountain could scarcely have failed to be aroused, her fantastically long, smooth legs tautly poised, her short pleated netball skirt fluttering to give glimpses of the curve of her broad arse-cheeks which gripped her flimsy white knickers tightly between. Her unrestrained breasts had fallen forward in her t-shirt, and their pale round undersides were clearly visible to the correctly placed eye. Any man close enough to watch her lips closing over the spigot, her tongue lapping, her throat muscles delicately swallowing, would have been unable to avoid imagining that his own cock was the lucky spout, providing this thirsty teenager with all the sticky semen she could drink, though the more creative onlooker might also have seen her valiantly trying to cope with an eruption of piss from the spread labia of a girlfriend. Certainly piss was closer in her mind, as not only did she have a gallon or so waiting in her gorgeous belly, but this afternoon, she suddenly remembered was the final rehearsal for the piss pageant. But that meant....! She suddenly jerked her head up, like an elegant gazelle hearing a twig snapped by an unstealthy cheetah. Indeed there was something of the elegant animal in the urgent gallop to the changing room door, except that in her haste she forgot her control for an instant, and a thimbleful of golden juice escaped from under her knickers and traced a long wet trail down her leg to her ankle, drying as she ran. Heedless of this, she burst into the changing room just in time to see: TOILETS LOCKED FROM 1PM IN PREPARATION FOR PAGEANT. The notice was in red letters and looked pretty insistent, still swinging from the toilet door where it had just been pinned, almost as insistent as the big, broad brunette who stood nearby jangling what were obviously the keys to the toilet. "Ohhhhh, NO!" declared Julia, petulantly stamping her foot, before quickly wrapping her left knee over her right, and standing awkwardly pressing her fist into her groin. All of the other girls in the team, stopped their changing, and watched their captain's predicament. They had all had a chance to use the loo before it had been locked, and were now either peeling off their knickers to use the shower or had emerged, dripping, and were now towelling their teenage bodies down. "Vanessa, you CAN'T!" protested Julia. Vanessa was the Games Prefect, and Julia suspected that she had always resented the fact that Julia and not she had been made Captain of Netball. Certainly she was not being terribly accommodating now as she watched Julia's discomfort with an amused shrug. "It's not ME, " she replied. "You heard the announcement like everyone else, didn't you? Or were you late that morning? Miss Stebbings said that she was fed up with girls turning up for Piss classes only able to manage a dribble. And with the Pageant so close, she had to insist, and I thought quite reasonably, that ALL the toilets in the school be locked from one o'clock" Julia winced as she heard this last part, and said: "But you've got the key, Vanessa, SURELY you can let me in for a quick wee?" Vanessa gestured towards the girls. "How can I do that, with the younger ones watching me? Rules are rules, Julia - I've got to set them a good example, you see?" She simpered, and Julia wanted to kill her. She was urgently trying to think of what she could do. She could try to climb over the walls of the cubicle, but there was no way that Vanessa would let her do that, and she showed no sign of leaving. In any case, she would almost certainly lose the lot if she lost her footing for a moment. There was the wash hand basin, but she couldn't bear the shame of doing it in there, and it was against the rules, as was pissing in the shower. What could she do, what could she do? Vanessa's face softened. "Poor Julia. Are you absolutely desperate?" "Yes," pleaded Julia, pathetically. "ABSOLUTELY desperate?" Julia nodded again. Maybe she would take pity on her yet. Vanessa put a friendly arm around her shoulders. "It's terrible having such a full bladder, isn't it?" she whispered, mischievously. "All that piss stretching your belly. All that fizzy lemonade you drank at lunch- time, all that cool water you drank at the fountain..." "VANESSA!" Julia pulled away angrily, as Vanessa chuckled a dirty laugh; a thick cream of sadistic arousal was forming between her cunt-lips as she considered Julia's plight. "I expect you can hardly wait to get astride a toilet to let it all out, can you, Julia? Imagine it gushing out from you, trickling and tinkling...." "Oh, GOD!" said Julia, and in a second, before Vanessa or anyone else could stop her, she was at the sink, her trainer hooked over the taps, the long smoothly-waxed thigh of her other leg tautly balancing her as she struggled to attend to her soaking, spluttering white gusset, now turned yellow with the piss dribbling out despite her best efforts. The younger girls watched with a mixture of disgust and fascination as their heroine, the Captain of the Netball team, suffered the humiliation of having to piss in the sink, but Vanessa was pressing her fingers through her skirt against her mound in a way which suggested that she too needed a wee: in fact, it was a surreptitious wank, which became more obvious as soon as Julia managed to get her gusset pulled aside, and her swollen pink labia were revealed, flapping back and forth in the powerful, roaring jet of sparkling golden piss which squirted from between them and went gurgling down the plug-hole. Vanessa's true feelings were revealed as she sank to her knees next to Julia, her eyes level with Julia's spasming cunt, a slim finger frothing in her own knickered furrow, teasing her towards the massive orgasm which Julia's predicament was about to induce. For her part, tears of mixed shame and relief were running down her cheeks as the forceful jet continued to squirt from her hairy pussy, tears like the droplets of gold which dripped from her flaring buttocks onto the white porcelain, and the resentment and hatred she felt for Vanessa welled up inside her as she saw her masturbating. The bitch had humiliated her for her own sexual thrills! Now Julia was good girl: she held doors open for teachers, she did her homework on time, and (unless it was forbidden for a homework assignment) she always wore fresh knickers every day. She wasn't prone to vindictiveness or nastiness and had a forgiving nature. But when she saw Vanessa's lustful face poised there by the rim of the basin, leching at her poor exposed cunt parts, the temptation was too much. A simple change of the angle of her hips sent her piss shooting in a big fountain up, out of the basin, in a huge golden arc, where it squirted straight into Vanessa's vixenish face. To Julia's astonishment however, the large-breasted brunette bitch just stuck out her tongue, as if Julia had a big cock which was just about to launch a big ejaculation of spunk onto it. Julia saw from her face that she was coming. "Oh, yes, all over me, do it all over me!" she gasped, and before Julia knew what she was doing, she was standing over Vanessa swirling her hips to splatter the brunette's big wobbly tits, making her nipples stand out through the transparent white cotton, and finally squirting all over the girl's clitoris, wanking her own as she did so, so that they came together, Julia slumping down on top of Vanessa, her sodden snatch squelching over the stark soaking nipples of Vanessa’s breasts, ejecting the last few spurts of her piss in time with the dying convulsions of her fantastic orgasm.

Message-ID: <203447Z21071996@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 20:28:58 UTC Subject: Jetstream:Lucinda 5 Lines: 362

"Stick it in, stick it right in!" Julia’s gorgeous arse- cheeks were propped precariously on the porcelain ledge of the communal showers, her thighs flung wide as Vanessa poked her long, wet tongue into the ring of Julia’s open vagina, and Julia watched it retract, coated with her copious white goo. Vanessa’s piss-soaked clothes along with Julia’s almost clean ones were strewn across the floor of the changing rooms where they had frantically undressed one another while heading for the shower, gripped in their new-found lesbian lust for each other. Vanessa tasted Julia’s spume. "Mmmm, I LOVE the taste of an aroused cunt so much!" "Taste it some more, taste it some more!" demanded Julia. "Especially one that’s just been pissing. Piss for me again! I want you to piss while I’ve got my tongue up you! I want it squirting straight into my mouth. I want to be your toilet, Julie, isn’t that disgusting?" She stopped talking and dipped her tongue back into Julia's vagina, seeing it twitch and feeling it flex as the big Netball Queen tried to find a teaspoonful of her liquid gold to squeeze out for her, but nothing came. "I can’t, darling - I think I’ve pissed everything I’ve got." Vanessa smiled, tolerantly and then started, sitting back on her wet haunches. "Oh my God! Julia! What are you going to do for the piss pageant?" "Oh no! I forgot!" Julia sat up immediately, all thoughts of Vanessa’s tongue immediately dispersed. "What’s the time?" "It’s nearly half past one!" said Vanessa, in despair. "The rehearsal starts at two! What are you going to do?" Julia stood up and started panicking, on the verge of tears. The Head had said it would be SBE for anyone who turned up to the rehearsal with nothing to give. SBE - Spanking Buggery Enema, one of his favourite punishments, and one, incidentally that Julia had *never* had before. But girls who had had told her about it. About how he would put his enormous cock right up their little arseholes, and bugger them vigorously for ten minutes, slapping their buttocks as he went, before coming so profusely that it felt like he was pissing up them (before becoming Head, he had been one of the most famous cocks in the movie business). And then, how, remaining erect, he would set up the enema bag, and sliding the nozzle in past their sore, spermy arseholes, would fill their bowels almost to bursting with the hot fluid, before having them force the lot out all over his poised penis, causing a second ejaculation almost as copious as the first, splattering their buttocks with long ropes of creamy sperm. And then the final humiliation of having to leave his office and walk the length of his corridor naked from the waist down, where frequently parents and prospective pupils would be waiting and would see the poor girl's reddened buttocks, dribbling with spunk. Horrified with the thought, she was out of the shower and picking up her clothes, scrambling into her uniform without properly drying herself, her wide pink nipples wetting the cotton of her blouse into transparency. Usually she liked uniform days, but as she tugged the fresh pair of white panties into place over her still-aroused cunt, her lips still slippery where Vanessa had been licking, her clit still poking out naughtily, she could only think of the Pageant, and of all the trouble she was in. Once her skirt was fastened, she was out into the corridor, still fastening her suspenders as she went. Mr Hill, the Vaginal Control master, saw and raised an eyebrow. Typical, she thought. Although teachers here spent their time showing girls how to masturbate alluringly, or how to accommodate a big cock in their anus, they could still be turned on by a flash of stocking. Five minutes later, Vanessa found her in the canteen. She had seven cans of Coke around her and three of them were empty. The fourth was pouring into her lovely mouth. "You've got to believe me,' said Vanessa. 'I didn't mean for this to happen." "I believe you," said Julia. "Even you couldn't be that devious. But look, I don't think this is going to be enough. I've run out of money. Can you get me some more Coke?" "Julia, you need water! It's the fastest." "No!" declared Julia, close to tears. "Water comes out clear! It has to be golden! Mrs Stebbings is very particular on the matter." "God!" said Vanessa. "I wouldn't know - I dropped Pissing last year" "It's my major" said Julia between gulps. "If I fail it, my parents will take me away for sure!" Vanessa bought her the Cokes and she drank them all. "How are you feeling?" asked Vanessa. Julia rubbed her bladder. "Hmmm, the beginnings of an urge," she said. "But look, it's twenty to two! I'll just have to hope I'm not on first. You should see the amount I'm expected to produce!" "Why's that?" said Vanessa. "'Cos I usually piss like a horse, that's why! You saw me use the basin, didn't you?" "And what a sight that was to remember!" she said, closing her eyes and readjusting her panties. "Well all that stuff I sprayed over you - I was supposed to be saving it for the show!"

Julia had, of course, miscalculated dreadfully. Within twenty minutes, almost all of the Coke she'd drunk was stretching her bladder, and she suddenly realised that she was desperate once more. She listened as Mrs Stebbings read out the order in which the acts would take place, with mounting horror as she failed to hear her name. "...and last of all, Julia." " What?" she gasped. "I thought you'd be pleased Julia. It means you're the star!" "But Mrs Stebbings, I'm desperate!" she protested, crossing her stockinged legs over each other tightly. "Nonsense girl - control, that's all you need." Julia wasn't the only one who was desperate. Backstage was a seething crowd of young teenage girls all clutching their groins, hopping from foot to foot, bobbing up and down and hissing through their teeth. But, thought Julia sadly, at least they'll all be pissing before me! Mrs Stebbings had said that this rehearsal was to be just like a performance, so they had to carry on, whatever happened. Julia watched from the wings as the music began, and the acts started. The Pageant was called "Pissing through the Ages", and to the music of "Prelude a l'apres midi d'un faun" three gorgeous cave-girls were seen sitting around a camp-fire drinking out of coconuts, all wearing skimpy fur brassieres, and flashing, fluttering chamois-leather skirts. Then suddenly one of them got up, and went over to the mock-up bushes at the front of the stage, smiling to herself mischievously, squatted down, brushing the leather back from her hairy pubes, and then let go a long, hard jet of piss, which hissed and frothed loudly onto the bush. There was a cheer from back-stage, and a sigh of delight from the girl as the foaming puddle spread out beneath her feet. Each of the other two girls got up, clutching their groins and biting their lips, and then went to squat down beside their pissing co-star, spreading their labia expertly with their fingers and adding their streams to hers, making a beautiful tableau - a triple fountain of teenage piss, each one of squatting girls the source of a glorious shaft of sparkling golden urine. With practised expertise, the three stopped at exactly the same instant, little drips patting down from their wet pubes, and then gave three pulsing, finishing spurts: spurt - spurt - spurt in perfect synchronisation, before patting each others' pussies dry, and taking their bows to huge backstage applause. (One of stage hands was an outsider, and, unused to such scenes, had watched agog on the monitor until his spunk pulsed into his jeans exactly in time with the girls' final piss-jets.) Once off-stage, the two girls who had joined the first dashed to the single backstage toilet, as they had had to cut of their flows artificially to coincide with the first, and still had quite a lot to do. As always, they straddled the bowl together and fondled each other's clits as their twin streams of hot wee splashed the porcelain. On stage, the pageant continued down the years. Roman slave-girls in white togas pulled them up to squat and squirt on chamber-pots. A tall, broad-hipped Lady Guinevere had her long white dress pulled up by a massively endowed King Arthur, who stretched her arsehole with his huge well-greased tool, as she bent on all-fours, to be rewarded with a backward eruption of piss from her tidy slit which bathed his bollocks as it blasted out, and hurried his enormous ejaculation into her full bowels (stopping people using the toilets didn't just stop them pissing - Guinevere had to dash off to the loos afterwards to drop a very spermy log from between her delectable buttocks!) Then suddenly, to Julia's horror, there was a commotion backstage. The girls were muttering to each other that the Headmaster was in the hall. He was watching. This was a bad sign. They all knew that he was waiting to see if any of them failed to produce the piss they needed, so that he could whisk them off to his office and give them SBE. The randy sod would love an opportunity to get his monstrous cock between their poor spanked, schoolgirl buttocks, and to have their little arseholes squirting their dirty enema water over his helmet. The good news was that he was being wanked and sucked by his secretary as he watched. They knew that he would try to save his spunk for later, but they also knew that if they could make him come - against his will - by putting on a specially sexy performance, he'd be less likely to punish any girl who couldn't quite produce. And one girl who didn't produce enough was young Tania from Julia's netball team. She was part of a little formation troupe who were supposed to start tinkling and then run in turn across the stage, cartwheeling as they went, spraying out little flecks of piss like Catherine wheels. Hardly anyone noticed that Tania, third girl along, dried completely before the cartwheel - except the Headmaster. Even from backstage, they heard his voice saying "Who was the girl who didn't manage it, Mrs Stebbings?" Tania burst into tears in the wings, falling into the arms of her more successful, piss-soaked friends, who comforted her. "I couldn't do it! It wasn't because I didn't have any, I got stage fright!" And to make matters worse, once she had stopped crying, the urge returned with a vengeance, but she had to wait outside the toilet, clutching her groin, while inside Heathcliffe pissed all over Cathy's huge clit and swollen labia, directing his jet to wash away the spunk that he'd just deposited there on stage. Cathy wanked her clit in the stream and begged him to keep going till she came. Julia knew now that only she could save poor Tania from the ghastly punishment of SBE, and her sympathy for the youngster's plight was sharpened by the realisation that only hours ago, it had been she who had fearing this dreadful treatment. Now, with a bladder feeling fuller than it had ever been, she knew that she was safe. But she also knew that she possessed the power to save her young friend, and as her music began, she tightened her piss- muscles, and prepared to do the best bit of stage urination ever seen at the School. Julia was wearing a Girl Guide's Uniform. This was already to her advantage. The Head was known to have a weakness for uniforms - this was one of the things which made him so stringent in his maintenance of standards among the pupils. (Only last week, Julia's friend Michelle had fallen victim to one of his spot knicker-checks. Finding her wearing something black and lacey, instead of the tight white cotton ones that regulations demanded, he took her at once to his office and made her change them while he sat with his mouth only inches away from her pungent labia. Just as she was about to pull the pristine gusset into place, he had insisted on thrusting his tongue deep up inside her, while he wanked a generous helping of his sperm into the seams of the still-warm, cunt-moistened ones she'd just removed. He had folded them up and given them to her to take home.) Dressed like this, Julia strutted out onto the stage, her beige skirt clinging to her hips, modified with a slit which went halfway up the front. Centre-stage she paused, and frowning her lovely brow, clenched her legs together, and pressed her fingers into her groin, miming expertly the actions of a young girl caught short in public and in urgent need of somewhere to piss. "Slowly my dear, slowly," she heard the Head mutter to his Secretary, who was still dutifully lashing his huge cock with her tongue. Julia smiled inwardly - she must be getting somewhere! Slowly, she pulled up her skirt at the front to reveal the shocking white of her panties, and frantically rubbed the palm of her hand across it, before pulling them up tight into her pussy-slit, forcing her bulging genital flesh to squeeze into her bunched gusset, revealing the dense, gold-flecked brown hair of her cunt. As she tugged on the fabric one, two, three times, a great cheer went up from her schoolmates as a sharply defined, sparkling shaft of golden piss squirted through the knicker fabric. She feigned a shocked look out to the darkness from which she knew the Head watched, and then, in a daring, unrehearsed move, turned to the lovely Sarah Jones kneeling stage-right and grabbed her high, blonde pony tail to angle her face towards her piss-dripping crotch. Sarah started with surprise, but then relaxed as Julia dragged the damp cloth aside from her wet labia, exposing her creamy, twitching cunt for her mouth. Sarah opened her mouth in readiness to give Julia a good sucking, only to be rewarded with a hot hard jet of pungent salty piss squirted straight up onto the roof of her mouth direct from the depths of her flexing teenage pussy. As suddenly as it had started, the flow stopped, like a bath tap switched off, and Julia left Sarah dripping and confused as shewent round the rest of her schoolmates, making toilets of each of their pretty mouths, spraying a good, hard spurt of precious teenage urine right onto each of their tongues. Brunette Natasha, redhead Annette, well-developed Katja, shy little Naomi -- all of them became urinals for their leggy Netball Captain, trustingly swallowing her fizzing piss in the knowledge that Julia was doing it for a reason. And it was working! The Head was almost beside himself with lust at the spectacle of Julia's impromptu toilet abuse of her classmates, and could be heard muttering "Slowly! Slowly! Not yet!" to his secretary. Then Julia knew that their was only one thing that she could possibly do now. Fixing her eyes out into the Hall, she slowly walked down the long runway which led to where the Head sat, wiggling her hips with each pace, until she came to the end, staring down at the two of them. Squatting down quickly, so that her dripping labia parted involuntarily, she stabbed a finger at the secretary, indicating unmistakably that her mouth too, the mouth of this 28-year old career woman was about to become a teenage girl's lavatory. The Head commanded "Yes!", and took over pleasuring hisenormous glistening cock-head while he watched as Julia slowly peeled back the slippery folds of her crinkled labia and the rumpled foreskin of her big, bulbous clitoris, leaving its sensitive head shiny and exposed, with the secretary's mouth panting mere inches away. Julia stayed poised like that for a second, and then dragged the woman's mouth hard down onto her salt clit, uttering a cry of outrageous desire as the poor woman's over-worked mouth obediently chewed on the inflamed piss-steeped genitals of one of her employer's insatiable charges.Three times Julia dragged her licker's head back from her hair-matted split, giving the Head a chance to see the way the strings of spume stretched from lips to lips, the secretary's lipstick now smeared all over the Netball Queen's teen genitals in a mess of wax and salty juice. But after the third time, she fixed the Head with a stage look of surprise, all arched eyebrows and mouth in a pouting O, and yet another fountain of her glorious urine erupted from beneath her clit and sprayed directly into the secretary's throat. Julia groaned with pleasure as she pissed noisily down the hapless woman's gullet, aroused almost beyond measure, her clitoris flapping back and forth in her hot stream. From the faraway expression on his face, and the way he was alternately wanking and then squeezing his prick, the Head was surely only seconds away from coming, and she realised with a shock that so was she! Her piss slowed to a drip, and her fingers were wanking her long clit as if were a little cock, clearly straining toward her orgasm. The Secretary opened her wee-dampened eyes to watch in astonishment as the cherry-like clit flashed in and out of its skin, and to see the way that Julia started lifting her hips in rhythm with her strokes, until suddenly she gave a long groan,, and took he Secretary completely by surprise. For from underneath Julia's clit there came a slow dribbling of copious, creamy fluid, which trickled round the rim of her vagina, and oozed down off her buttocks, by which time a fresh welling of thick girl-spunk was emerging, this time beginning to spurt in salty loops onto the Secretary's tongue, who lapped it up hungrily, never having tasted teenage girl-come before. Alas, this taste sensation was ruined by a broadside of extremely male semen from the right. The Head had finally lost control at the sight of Julia's ejaculation, and vigorously jacked himself onto the very sight that had triggered his come. His first jet almost blasted the girl-cream from his secretary's face, the second almost filled her mouth to overflowing, and then he emptied the remainder of his load onto Julia's cunt, enhancing her orgasm with a well-timed delivery of scalding spunk onto her bare clitoris.

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