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Subject: Jetstream: Annabel's Schooldays - 4
Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 20:26:47 UTC
From: an123724@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
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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 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.