Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 12:27:21 +1100 (EST)
From: from kristy <slutkristy@yahoo.com>
Subject: fuck the holidays - part two

This story contains a pre-cursor to some good group
sex, masturbation, fantasies about annoying pop
singers, and an obnoxious female narrator. The key
word is "fantasy", it's not real, just a nice idea.
Don't read it if it's illegal where you live or your
too young or you've got other things you should be
doing and you won't get yelled at by your girlfriend
for writing this story instead of doing the housework,
like I did.



"Whoa, hey! Come back to reality there Chloe!"

"But I like it much better here!"

With great reluctance, I listened to my own
consciousness and pulled myself away from the
extremely panty wetting memories of that night in the
graveyard with Corinna. Hmm. Panty wetting indeed. I
was soaked. Shit! It was coming through my jeans too!

I rushed across the bitumen to the toilets at the
other end of the carpark. Thank god it was only 10am
on a sunday morning. I could really do without people
seeing me looking as if I'd pissed my pants. "Mummy
look, that girl wet herself!" "No dear, that's girl
cum, take a good look because no boy will probably
ever get you to do that".

The Toilets heralded my salvation. As much as a dirty,
stinky beachside carpark public toilet can. Fucking
hell. I don't think this fucking thing had been
cleaned since the 60s. Harold Holt didn't get eaten by
a shark, he probably died of a heartattack whacking it
to the gay graffiti in the mens here. I doubt any
cleaners have been in since before then, and it smells
like someone fucking died in there...So anyway I
headed for the girls, with the freshly painted door.
The freshly painted locked door. The freshly painted
padlocked door with the sign saying "closed for
painting". Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!!. Now what the
fuck was I supposed to do? Fucking hell, they don't
clean the things for forty fucking years but they
decide at 10am on a sunday morning in the middle of
the busiest holiday time of the year to paint the
fucking girls toilets and change rooms, right when
I've just managed to do a load in my pants?! FUCK!

There was only one thing for it. I HAD to take care of
this shit, no way was I going back home like this. I
took a quick glance around, held my nose
metaphorically, and ducked through the doorway and
into the mens...

EWWW Shit! Literally...a great big smear of it down
one wall. This place was disgusting. The urinal wall
was absolutely streaked with rust. You could get
tetanus just from the fucking splashback when you took
a piss with that thing. The walls were smeared with
all sorts of green moldy stuff, as well as the
occasional streak of very brown, stinky shit. The
floor no doubt had more on it, but it was in amongst
generations of encrusted piss and sand from the beach.
This wasn't just a toilet, it was also a change room,
there was even a shower in the far corner, about eight
foot by eight foot wide, with shower heads along the
opposing walls. The similarity to a minituarised gas
chamber was pretty disturbing. There were puddles of
scummy water all over the floor. I hoped to hell it
was from people wringing out their wet suits and
bathers and shit.

Oh well. Get the fuck on with it Chloe. Lifting my
jeans and tip-toeing along, I managed to get myself
into one of the cubicles fairly safely. I closed and
locked the door. I REALLY didn't need anyone finding
me here like this. I took my jeans and panties off and
folded them up neatly, stowing them on the shelf that
held the toilet paper, after lining the shelf itself
with toilet paper. I mean honestly, this place was
fucking minging, and those jeans would've cost me $180
if I hadn't shop lifted them.

Sitting down on the plastic toilet seat...after I
first lined it with toilet paper...I took off my black
panties and inspected them. They were soaked. I mean
like dripping down my hands, big thick white gobs of
my cream on them. Only one thing for it then. They
went into my mouth and I started to suck the juice
from the fabric. Fucking delicious. The only thing
better would be someone ELSE's pussy for once. My feet
went up and braced against the door, as my hands went
to my cunt to do the serious work.

What, you didn't think I snuck in here just to clean
myself up? Fuck off. I'll think about that after at
least two orgasms...Mmmmm, my hands went to work. This
was great. My cunt was sopping and crying out for some
attention from mummy. I was half sitting/half lying
with my feet braced against the door, my undies in my
mouth, with a soaking wet pussy about to be fingered
to all hell, in a stinky, dirty male public toilet,
with gay graffiti all over the walls. Hmm, that was a
nice addition. The writing became more and more
apparent as my eyes adjusted to the gloom.
"16 y/o wants older cocks in my ass...".
"married couple to share bi man, 7" uncut...".
"master w/8" and thick seeks submissive teenage arses
to fuck..."
and my personal favourite, an arrow drawn to an
apparently innocuous patch of cubicle wall, with the
caption:
"plz cum your loads here so I can lick it up".

I found that one cute for some reason.

My hands were working away as I did this. If you're a
compulsive masturbator like me (hell, I have to be,
seeing as there's no fucking women in my life at the
moment...sorry, sorry, I'm turning bitter, I know), I
really recommend getting you clit pierced. Ooh! It
does the job for you sooo much easier. It's the labor
saving device no modern housewife can do without. My
god, it felt so fucking good. My cunt was swelling,
turning bright red, this orgasm was going to be
incredible, I didn't even need to drag out my latest
wanking fantasy. Just the thought of what I was doing,
instead of what I should be doing - having breakfast
with my family - and WHERE I was doing what I
SHOULDN'T be doing, um, so to speak...was setting me
right on the edge, just one more push and I'd be
over...

And then I got it, looking at the graffiti. Looking at
the spot where that cum hungry pensman's arrow
pointed, my eyes sufficiently recovered from the glare
outside, spotted a fresh load of milky white cum,
oozing down the wall. It had only just started to
harden and go sticky. It could only be about 20
minutes old!

OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!

(and now we'll divert for the next two minutes. Just
imagine me screaming and swearing black and blue, my
legs kicking the door and my hands thumping the walls.
Or if you really want to feel it, watch heaps of porn,
wank heaps, but don't cum, for 12 hours, then finally
let yourself go. That's what it was like. Okay, back
to the story...no, wait, shit, look at me, I'm still
going...I really needed that wank! Fuck, well, I'm
sure you're dying to know, so I'll describe my latest
masturbation fantasy: it involves some chain, a length
of rope, a sturdy metal tipped whip, and obscenely
large arse-bleeder of a strap on dildo, some hot wax,
and holly valance. Basically, mistress Chloe makes
slut Holly pay for inflicting her shitty acting and
music on the rest of the world, especially for the
time when her Mistress couldn't get "kiss kiss" out of
her fucking head for a week. I start...oh wait, I'm
finished, we're back on...)

Somehow, I slumped even lower. I didn't think it was
possible for me to get this horizontal while sitting
down, until I remembered the "cable TV simpsons
marathon, large bong, and well stocked snack cupboard"
incident last year. My panties, now devoid of flavor,
dropped from my mouth, and fell somewhere. I didn't
care where at that point. I searched the pockets of my
jeans. How the fuck come you can never make sense of
which pocket is which until you're wearing them?
Cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, they must be in
here somewhere...ah, gotcha! lighter too. That must be
the first time in the history of womynkind that both
of those were in the same place. Anyway, I lit one up,
slouched down a little more, and enjoyed the pink fog
crowding my brain and warming me all the way to my
toes.

Oh, kids, remember, it's bad to smoke. But it makes
you look fucking cool.

This is the time when I love being a girl, because I
can do shit like that to myself so fucking easy. I
mean yeah, I get gooey. But it's like once in a
million times that it soaks through my pants. Guys
don't have that luxury. Besides girls learn to live
with being wet because there's usually a little
dribble most of the time. What point am I trying to
make? Well, I can wank off to orgasm in my pants
pretty much anytime and place I like. And if you're a
guy, you can't do that. So ner.

Man I was relaxed. So relaxed I needed to piss. Oh
well, only one thing for it. I spread my legs, took my
best aim for that big blob of jizz, and set my phaser
to full charge. Fire! On target captain! The sperm
monsters' ship has sustained major damage and it's
shields are failing!
My clear liquid stream (trust me, if you're a health
nut as far as food goes and also fashionably vegan,
and I am both, your piss is rarely if ever yellow)
made the coolest drumming sound on the wooden door,
raising a fine mist in splash-back. The mix of sperm
and cum looked tantalizing. If I was a complete
fucking idiot I'd lick it up. As it is, I don't want
Hep C so I'll leave well enough alone.

My hands were making their way back down to my pussy,
as I chain smoked my second cigarette. I was getting
Holly ready in my mind when I heard the door to the
toilet block slam open, and muffled giggles. What the
fuck? One of them sounded female too? Banishing all
thoughts of Holly from my mind and stubbing my ciggy
out on the wall, I jumped up onto the seat, then
slowly raised myself over the cubicle wall to see what
the hell was up.

I saw four kids. A girl who can't've been more than
sixteen, and three boys. The youngest looked about 15,
and was pretty pudgy. There was another guy about the
girls age, dark skinned, and a blonde guy who was like
18 or 19, and immediately pissed me off just looking
at him. He just looked like such a fucking surfer
jock. The girl herself was cute as, in a really slutty
way. Her clothes were far too tight, her shorts were
far to short. She had blonde hair in pig tails. She
was a walking wet dream and from the way she carried
herself, the way she lead these guys into the shower
stall, and the way she let them start feeling her big
tits, she obviously knew it. This was going to be very
interesting...


Part three coming soon, I promise. Comments and
suggestions to: slutkristy@yahoo.com
Thanks heaps to the kids at nifty for putting up with
my crapness.