--------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.