Julie’s toilet experience had provided
enough excitement to last her a good while, and she behaved herself very well
during the last two lessons of the day. Not
even the thought that she was wearing no panties, and that she had actually
flushed her panties down the toilet, was enough to tempt her into embarking on
another messy adventure just yet.
When it was time to go home, however,
she could not quite bring herself to change back into her jeans for the cycle
ride. She found that she was rather
looking forward to being honked at by passing cars. However, she was not yet ready to show the world her naked
pussy, so when she mounted her bike, she tucked the front of her skirt between
her legs and sat on it, so that it was almost like she was wearing shorts.
The ride home was fun, but not as
thrilling (or as embarrassing) as the rides of the previous day had been.
When she reached her house, she found herself alone yet again, and she
pondered over how she would spend the time until her father came home from work.
‘I know,’ she thought to herself, ‘I’ll browse the world wide web
in search of ideas for my next adventure.’
Sitting herself down on the computer in
her father’s study, she switched it on and connected to the internet.
Loading up her web browser, she began to look for erotic stories.
The first one she read was about a young girl who was gang-raped by a
bunch of bikers. It was somewhat
short on ideas that Julie could use, but she nevertheless found it quite erotic,
and decided to save it as a text file so that she could read it again in the
future.
‘Hmm, let’s see, which directory
should I save it in?’ she wondered. Browsing
her father’s subdirectories, she was intrigued to come across one called
‘Nice Pics’. ‘What has my
dear Dad got hidden in here, I wonder?’ she thought.
Within this directory were three
subdirectories, entitled ‘Sexy Pics’, ‘Wallpaper’, and ‘Work Stuff’.
‘Bingo!’ thought Julie, and opened the ‘Sexy Pics’ directory.
There were several files in there, but Julie was disappointed to find
they were merely pictures of a few of her Dad’s favourite female celebrities,
and they were not at all explicit. She
sighed and backed up a directory.
‘Hang on,’ she thought to herself.
‘What’s a directory called ‘Work Stuff’ doing in a directory
called ‘Nice Pics’? I’d
better investigate this.’ She
opened up the directory, and instantly a huge list of subdirectories was
revealed, containing folders such as ‘Girl-Girl Action’, ‘Anal Entry’,
‘Farmyard Antics’, ‘Manga Pics (Tentacles)’, ‘Strange Insertions’
and ‘Fisting Pics’. But the
folder title that really jumped out at her was ‘Julie Pics’.
Julie stared in astonishment at this
title, then opened the folder to see what was inside.
There were four files there, entitled ‘Asleep’, ‘Bicycle 1’,
‘Bicycle 2’ and ‘Sunbathing’. For
a moment she was too stunned to do anything, but then she double-clicked on the
first picture.
It was herself all right.
She was lying on her bed, wearing a t-shirt and panties, with her legs
curled around her duvet. Her back was to the camera, and since her panties had ridden
up the crack of her arse a little, much of her bottom was revealed.
Julie was utterly shocked. Her
father had obviously been passing her room, seen the view, and decided it
warranted preserving by means of his digital camera.
“Dad,” Julie said out loud.
“You’re sick! I’m your daughter!”
She opened the second picture, then
gasped out loud. He had
photographed her yesterday while she was riding her bike away from the house!
There she was, sitting on her bicycle seat, with her skirt blowing about
in the wind. Thank goodness he had
not caught her with her panties showing.
Or so she thought until she opened the
next picture. In this one she was
further away, but she was now standing up and her skirt was around her waist.
Her panties were clearly visible.
So her father had planned it after all. At
least it now seemed likely that he had. Possibly he had just taken advantage of her predicament, but
that was hardly the point. He had
exploited his own daughter for his own sexual satisfaction! Julie did not know what to think. Her own father! Her
Dad! Should she confront him about
it? Ignore it?
She switched off the computer, retired
to her room, and climbed into bed. She
tried to put aside thoughts of her father as she cast her mind back over the
day’s adventures. It really had
been a wonderful day. First she had
squeezed mushy banana out of her cunt while sitting at her desk in the middle of a lesson. That
had been amazing. Then she had been
caught naked by a teacher, and finally she had covered her body in her own poo
before masturbating to orgasm in the toilet stall.
All in all, she had certainly topped the previous day’s excitement.
Thinking about all this was making her
horny again, and she started to caress her pussy, trying to think up new plans
to try out. If she had not emptied
her bowels already today, she would have messed up another pair of panties, for
that had been an incredible sensation. ‘I
think I’ll do that again tomorrow,’ she said to herself.
The very idea made her breathing quicken, and she began to rub her pussy
harder. While she masturbated, she
reached down with her other hand and pushed a couple of fingers into her cunt,
sliding them in and out with increasing speed.
Then, on an impulse, she removed them and started to slide one of them
into her anus.
This felt great. She inserted another finger, and pushed both of them deep
into her rectum. Easing them in and
out felt so intense that she began to moan out loud.
Her orgasm approached, but she decided not to come just yet…
She climbed out of bed and headed
downstairs. She trotted into the
kitchen and fetched from the fruit basket the last remaining banana.
Peeling it, she took it upstairs and began to lubricate it thoroughly
with Vaseline. She lay down on her
back, spread her legs, and positioned the now-peeled banana at the entrance to
her anus. She started to push,
being especially careful not to break the banana, which fortunately was still
unripe and fairly hard.
Little by little the banana disappeared
into the depths of Julie’s rectum. One
inch, two inches, three, then four, vanished inside her body.
Six, seven, eight… She was beginning to feel full.
Then, finally, she pushed the very tip inside, and her anus closed up
after it. She felt like she badly
needed to poo, but the sensation was fantastic. She squirmed about on her bed, enjoying the feel of the
banana as it slid backwards and forwards within her bowels.
‘Now,’ she thought, ‘that leaves
one orifice criminally neglected. What
can I insert into my cunt?’
The desire to be filled with something
disgusting was overpowering. She
got up again and returned to the kitchen. She
knew there were no suitable vegetables, but there was now no more suitable
fruit. Whatever could she use?
She opened the food cupboards and took a
quick look inside. In the first
cupboard she found bottles of maple syrup and chocolate syrup, as well as a jar
of honey, but, while the thought of pouring these substances on to her breasts
or into her panties was very appealing, she was really after something a little
more substantial.
The next cupboard was full of cans.
Canned tuna, canned spaghetti, canned pineapple rings, canned peach
halves, canned baked beans, canned carrots … her father was wont to be an
unadventurous cook at times. She was about to close the cupboard door when she thought,
‘Why not baked beans?’
She took down a can and opened it.
For a moment she stared at the beans inside the can.
A thin layer of tomato sauce covered them at the moment, and she
reflected that there was probably way too much sauce to suit her purpose.
‘Too runny,’ she thought, and she took the can over to the sink.
She dropped the lid back into the can so that it sealed the beans in,
then held the can upside down so that the sauce would pour out around the edges
of the lid. It worked like a charm,
the beans remaining in place while the sauce poured out into the sink.
Satisfied, Julie dropped the lid into the kitchen bin, then took the can
upstairs with her to the bathroom.
Climbing into the bath, she lay down and
spread her legs. Scooping a handful
of beans out of the can, she began to push them into her cunt.
A smile came to her lips as she pushed more and more handfuls of beans
inside her. She cupped her hand
against her pussy, tipped the last of the beans out of the can into her hand,
then used her other hand to manoeuvre the beans into her vaginal opening.
Soon they were all inside. She
bunched her fingers together and stuffed them into her cunt, ramming the beans
as deep as they would go. When she
was satisfied that they were nicely compacted inside her, she found that there
was still some room left. ‘My
goodness,’ she thought, ‘that will never do.’
She climbed out of the bath, holding her
hand over her cunt to make sure the beans did not come out, and trotted
downstairs again. She fetched
another can of beans from the cupboard, and drained the tomato sauce from it as
before. Then she took it back
upstairs, and proceeded to pack her cunt full of more beans. She quickly filled herself to capacity, but with a little
fingerwork managed to create a little more room, so she continued until she
could not possibly cram a single more bean into her cunt.
She stood up and sighed happily.
Now she felt full.
She quickly cupped her hand over her pussy – she could feel the beans
threatening to ooze out. How could
she keep them in place? Tape of
some sort? She knew her father kept several different kinds of tape in
the study – one of those would probably work.
Or would it? Julie bent over
to examine her pussy. It was way
too hairy to sustain any kind of tape.
‘Well,’ she decided, ‘I’ll just
have to shave some of it off.’
She already had a razor for shaving her
legs, so she took that and a can of shaving foam into the bath, then lay down
again. She squirted some foam on to
her pussy, then patted it over the place where she wanted to shave.
It was a tricky job – the thought of a razor so near to her private
parts was a little unnerving, but a few minutes later she had deforested quite a
large area around her cunt. She
felt the newly-smooth area with satisfaction.
It felt very nice. Wonderful,
in fact. For the first time the
thought crossed her mind that she could perhaps shave it all
off.
Excited, she lathered up the rest of her
pussy, and began to sweep the razor across it with smooth strokes. Bit
by bit, her pubic region was cleared, much to her delight.
Ten minutes later she was finished.
She turned on the tap and washed away all traces of shaving foam and
hair, then inspected her pussy. Smooth
as a baby’s, she decided. She
spent some time admiring her new look, then climbed out of the bath and went in
search of tape, holding her hand over her cunt to prevent leakages.
In the drawer of her father’s desk she
found a roll of stiff black tape – electrical tape, she guessed, though she
was not sure – and she used a pair of scissors to cut off a few short strips.
She took a piece and reached down between her legs, pressing one end of
the strip on to the skin to the left of her cunt.
Then she pulled the skin around her opening tight, and pressed the other
end of the tape on to the skin on the other side of her cunt.
She took another strip and repeated the procedure, this time a little
lower down. A couple more strips,
and she figured she had a perfectly sealed cunt.
‘That should hold,’ she told herself.
There was hardly any more tape left on
the reel, and Julie’s brow furrowed as she looked at the hard plastic core
around which the tape was wound. She
pulled the rest of the tape off the core, and stared at the object thoughtfully.
It was basically a short cylindrical tube, about two centimetres in
diameter. A wonderful new idea
occurred to Julie, and she took the tube into the bathroom with her, stopping
first in the bedroom to pick up the jar of Vaseline.
The second can of baked beans still
contained about one third of its original contents, and Julie now knew what she
was going to do with it. Her cunt
may be full, but her rectum, she figured, still had plenty of room.
She used the Vaseline to lube the tube, then reached down and started
trying to push it into her anus. This
proved more difficult than she had anticipated, and more painful.
After several false starts, and a few tears, she succeeded in getting the
tube right in, so that it was now holding her anus open.
Lubed as it was, it kept threatening either to disappear inside her or to
pop out, but she managed to keep it in place while she scooped up the rest of
the beans and posted them through the tube and into her rectum.
The last of the beans went in, and with
a huge sigh of relief she pulled the tube out of her anus.
She stood up, climbed out of the bath, and used toilet paper to wipe all
traces of tomato sauce from around her pussy and bottom.
She felt fantastically full, and she wondered how long she could stay
that way.
When her father returned from work,
Julie had very little to say to him. He
asked her why she was being so quiet, but she merely mumbled in reply and went
up to her room. She felt rather
uncomfortable around him at the moment.
It was the same the following morning.
Usually she just wore a t-shirt and panties to breakfast, but this time
she put on a pair of sweatpants as well. If
her father wondered why this was, he did not say anything, but he looked a
little troubled.
The thought of cycling to school in a
skirt once again managed to put her discomfort out of her mind.
Yesterday she had not been wearing any panties, so had not felt able to
exhibit herself, but today… She
thought about what lessons she would have today, then realised with a smile that
she did not have any lessons with Miss Weaver.
‘It’s a sign,’ she thought to herself, and she opened her drawer
and took out her very old, very short school skirt.
Putting it on this time was very
exciting. She did not dread the
ride into school now – she was looking forward to it! She even hoped the wind would be against her again, so that
it would blow up her skirt around her waist.
And what about her father?
For a moment this troubled her, but then
she shrugged. Let him take his
photos, if he wished. She had had
no idea that he was such a pervert, but then, perversion did seem like becoming
a family trait. It would just take
some time to get used to the idea, that was all.
She trotted downstairs.
Her father was waiting at the bottom with her backpack.
He raised an eyebrow as she came down.
“Wearing the old skirt again?” he inquired.
“What’s wrong with your newer ones?”
“I like this one,” said Julie.
“Don’t you?”
Her father coughed.
“It’s, um, rather short, don’t you think?”
“Yes, it is,” she agreed.
“I like it that way. Now
if you’ll excuse me, I’m late.” She
took her backpack off him and headed for the door.
“No kiss?” asked her father.
Julie turned and kissed him briefly on
the cheek. “Bye,” she muttered,
and walked out of the house.
She mounted her bicycle and rode out
into the road. There was not much
wind, but it was, at least, against her. She
stood up to pedal, ensuring that anyone watching her would be afforded periodic
glimpses of her panties. This no
doubt included her father, but she did not care.
There were honkings a-plenty when she
hit the main road. She continued to
ride standing up, her skirt being blown this way and that, and she was sure she
nearly caused at least two accidents as drivers rubber-necked in response to her
passage. At one point, her skirt
flipped up and got folded around her waist, the wind holding it in position for
a good fifteen seconds before an erratic gust flipped it down again.
Julie was in heaven. So were
the drivers.
She reached her school amid
wolf-whistles and cheers of appreciation from the boys.
She grinned at them but did not stop until she reached the bike shed.
Having locked her bicycle, she walked out into the yard.
The first person she met was her friend Lynn.
“Hi Lynn,” said Julie.
“My goodness, what’s that you’re wearing?”
Lynn, she could see, was wearing a very
short skirt as well.
“Well,” said Lynn, “you know when
we were talking the day before yesterday, and I said I was going to find an old
skirt to wear?”
“Yes, but you also said you were
joking,” Julie pointed out.
“I wasn’t.
But you know Janet – she’s such a prude. Anyway, I couldn’t find any old skirts – I think I must
have got rid of them – but yesterday I went to a second-hand shop, and this is
what I found. Do you like it?”
“It’s … very short,” observed
Julie.
Lynn grinned wickedly.
“Look who’s talking,” she said.
“But isn’t it fun to wear something this short?
I’ve been getting all sorts of attention.”
She giggled.
Julie smiled at her.
“It looks like I have some competition,” she remarked.
Lynn nodded. “Friendly competition, though.
After all, my skirt isn’t quite as
short as yours.”
“You think? Well it’s not far off,” said Julie.
“What was it like, cycling in that
skirt?” asked Lynn. “That would
just terrify me, I think.”
“It was wonderful,” enthused Julie.
“It was windy and, well, you can imagine what happened.
There was a point where my skirt was bunched around my waist for about
fifteen seconds. Everyone would
have been able to see my panties. The
drivers were going nuts with their horns.”
Lynn’s mouth opened wide in disbelief
and admiration. “Really?” she
exclaimed. “Wow, you are so
brave! I wish I could do something like that.”
“You want to know what I did
yesterday?” whispered Julie conspiratorially.
“What?”
Lynn was all ears.
“During Lunch Break, I stripped naked
in the toilet and walked to the biology lab.”
“You didn’t!”
Julie nodded, grinning.
“I did,” she said. “And I got caught, too, by Mrs Williams.
Fortunately she didn’t punish me.”
“Julie!” Lynn almost shrieked in
astonishment and delight. “You
are so bad!
And so cool! What else have
you done that I don’t know about?”
Julie had not planned to take Lynn into
her confidence, but she knew she could trust her, and Lynn did seem awfully keen
to hear all her exploits. There
were only a few minutes before the first lesson started, so she outlined her
adventures briefly. Lynn was
awestruck.
“Julie, you are turning into a
monster!” she whispered. “But
in a good way,” she added. Then
she grinned. “You realise now
that I’m going to have to follow in your footsteps.”
Julie giggled. “Oh Lynn, this is going to be such fun. I didn’t realise we had so much in common.”
“Nor I,” said Lynn, smiling happily.
“Guess what I have got inside me,
right now,” said Julie. She had
not described to Lynn anything she had done since getting home the previous day.
“What?” asked Lynn breathlessly.
“In my, um, vagina, I have
one-and-two-thirds cans of baked beans, and up my bottom I have a peeled banana
and the other third of the can of beans.”
Lynn gasped. “You’re not serious!” she exclaimed in a whisper.
“What if it leaks out?”
“Well, I’ve taped my pussy shut, so
the beans won’t leak. And my anal
control is pretty good.”
Lynn burst into fits of giggles.
“You are just so wicked, Julie! I
feel positively boring next to you.”
“Shall we sit together in class?”
asked Julie. “It’s going to be
kind of nice to have an ally.”
“No.”
Lynn shook her head. “But
we’ll sit where we can both see what the other is doing. I think that will be more fun.”
Julie grinned. “Okay,” she said.
The first class was history, with Mr
Dennis. Julie and Lynn both sat at
the back, but a few desks apart. They
both found themselves flanked by boys who wanted to get a peek up their skirts,
but it was Lynn who first parted her legs so that the pencil-droppers would get
an eyeful. She turned to look at
Julie, and winked.
Julie also parted her legs.
Then she took hold of the hem of her skirt and folded it underneath ,
thus shortening her skirt by two or three inches.
Owing to her seated posture, this still did not reveal her panties except
to those looking under her desk, but it did reveal virtually all of her legs.
As the lesson progressed, both girls
sought to outdo each other. Five
minutes before the end, Julie gathered up her skirt and tucked it all around her
waist, so that her panties were fully revealed to anyone who cared to look.
And nearly everyone cared to look. Mr
Dennis, happily, was completely oblivious to what was going on.
Lynn was determined not to be outdone.
In the last two minutes of the lesson, she unhooked and unbuttoned the
waistband of her skirt, then slipped it off and put it down beside her on her
seat. Sitting there in her shirt,
tie and panties, she looked across at an open-mouthed Julie and grinned.
Then she turned and slapped the hand of Charlie Roberts, who had just
cupped his hand around her pussy.
“Mr Dennis!” said Susie Hurst, a
girl who did not like either Lynn or Julie.
“What is it, Susie?” asked Mr
Dennis.
“Lynn Howard just took off her
skirt!”
Mr Dennis came around to investigate.
“Lynn, what is the meaning of this?” he asked.
Lynn looked petrified.
“I’m … sorry sir,” she stammered.
“It was itching me. I
think someone must have put itching powder in it.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.
Put your skirt back on at once. You
have a double cross.”
As Lynn’s face fell, Julie quickly
pulled her skirt back down to cover her panties.
Then the bell for the end of the lesson rang, and the two girls went
their separate ways for the next lesson, which for Julie was Maths.
She was by now incredibly horny. The
banana and beans filling her rectum were making her feel desperate to poo, and
the beans in her cunt were squishing about with every movement she made.
She did not know how long she could last before she would have to let
them out.
Halfway through the lesson she was out
of control, squirming in her seat. So
far nobody had noticed, and she had refrained from pulling up her skirt at all,
so the boys around her were only affording her legs an occasional glance.
She couldn’t wait until Break, when she planned to rush to the toilets
and squeeze out the beans into her panties.
That was an experience she was very much looking forward to.
But it was proving extremely difficult
to hold out. Eventually her desire
got the better of her. She decided
she did not care if she got caught. She
reached beneath her skirt, tucked her fingers inside her panties, took hold of
the tape, and pulled.
The tape came away in her hand, though
it hurt a little as it detached itself. She
pulled it all off, withdrew her hand, and dropped the tape into her backpack.
Immediately the beans, partially liquified by now, began to ooze out of
her cunt. ‘Well, it’s all or
nothing,’ she told herself, and she squeezed her vaginal muscles, forcing the
beans out into her panties.
The mess flooded out, filling her
panties, and she sighed quietly in sheer pleasure.
She reached under her skirt and patted the mess around, mashing it into
her shaven pussy. She was in
raptures. The only discomfort she
now felt was from her desperate need to empty her bowels. ‘Well,’ she thought.
‘In for a penny, in for a pound.’
She raised her bottom slightly off her
seat, taking care that nobody was looking, and started to push.
Immediately the beans began to pour out of her anus into her panties.
This was all she intended to do, but as she tried to close her anus, she
realised that the banana had now come partially out.
‘Oh heck,’ she thought. Resigned
to her fate, she continued to push, and the banana came still further out, then
stopped as it met the resistance of her panties. ‘What now?’ she wondered.
She sat back down on her seat, banana
and beans alike squishing into her pussy and bottom. With some alarm, she realised that quite a bit of the mess
was escaping out of the sides of her panties and collecting in a pool on her
seat. She raised herself up again
and carried on pushing, forcing the rest of the banana out into her panties.
And not only the banana.
The sensation was so wonderful that Julie decided she did not want it to
stop just yet. After the banana had
slipped out, she continued to push, so that some of her poo was pushed out too.
She sat back down, and the whole mess squished deliciously into her
pussy. Some of it splurged out of
the sides of her panties to add to the pool on her seat.
Her cheeks flushed, her loins on fire, she plunged a hand inside her
panties and began to masturbate for all she was worth.
She knew that now, finally, she would certainly be caught, but she did
not care any more.
The bell rang for the end of the lesson.
It was Break. Everybody
rushed out of the classroom, while Julie pretended to be slow about putting her
books away. One boy, however,
remained. It was Chris.
“What are you doing, Julie?” he
asked politely.
“Putting my books away, what does it
look like?” she replied shortly.
“I meant under your desk.
There’s some kind of red fluid dripping on to the floor beneath your
seat.”
Julie blushed crimson.
“Girl stuff,” she said. “Time
of the month, you know. Please
don’t tell anyone – I just forgot to bring my tampons.”
“Oh!”
Chris looked embarrassed. “Sorry.”
He left the room hurriedly.
Julie heaved a huge sigh of relief.
She stood up, and immediately a messy mixture of banana, beans, poo, and
cunt juice began to run down the inside of both her legs.
She wished she had worn a larger pair of panties.
She looked around for something to wipe up the mess, but could see
nothing that would suit the purpose.
Then she had a brainwave.
She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open to reveal her bra.
Then she used her hands to scoop up some of the mess on the seat, and
poured it inside her left bra cup. She
poured some more of the mess into her right cup, then gathered up some of the
mess that was leaking out of her panties and put it in the same place.
She wiped her messy hands on the outside of her bra, then buttoned her
shirt up again and made her way, very slowly and carefully, to the toilet.
Inside the toilet she shut herself in a
stall and sighed with relief. She
sat down, pulled up her skirt, tucked her hand into her panties and started
masturbating.
“Julie?”
Julie froze. “Um, yes?” she said.
“Ah, I thought it would be you in
there. It’s Lynn.
Can I come in?”
Julie put her skirt down, then reached
forward and unlocked the door. It
opened, and Lynn came in, shutting and locking the door behind her.
She turned to Julie, her eyes shining.
“Guess what I did in the last
lesson,” she said.
“I can’t imagine,” said Julie.
“I took off my panties!
I know that some of the boys
were watching me, and that they saw my pussy.
It was unbelievably exciting!”
Julie smiled. “Nice going,” she said.
“That’s something I haven’t done.”
“So tell me,” said Lynn, “how did
your lesson go?”
“You mean apart from emptying my cunt
and my bowels into my panties and masturbating?
Pretty well, thanks.”
Lynn gasped in horror and delight.
“You did all that? Did nobody see you?”
“Nope.
I was saved by the bell. But
it was a close thing. I had to fill
my bra cups with some of the mess.”
“Oh my gosh! May I see?”
Julie was not quite sure about this, but
she supposed it wouldn’t hurt. She
unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open, then held open each of her bra cups in
turn. “See?”
“That’s fantastic,” said Lynn.
“Julie, you are just amazing. Are
your panties still full?”
Julie hesitated, then lifted her skirt
and pulled open her panties. Lynn
gasped in awe. “Oh my goodness,
and you’re shaved too!”
“Did I forget to mention I did
that?” said Julie. “I had to
shave some of it to get the tape to stick, and then I figured, why not get rid
of the lot? I quite like it this
way, actually.”
“It looks great,” said Lynn.
“That’s so cool – I will definitely have to shave my pussy tonight.
So what’s your plan now?”
“I was hoping to masturbate.”
“Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt you?”
Lynn was contrite.
“That’s okay. I’m just really glad I have a friend who understands all
this, whom I can talk to about my adventures.”
Lynn smiled. “Any time, Julie. Anyway,
I’m just going to pee in my panties, so I’ll see you in a bit.”
She left the stall and Julie closed it behind her.
A moment later Julie heard her enter the next stall.
After a mind-shattering orgasm, Julie
began the clean-up process. She
decided not to flush her panties down the toilet this time, even though they
were pretty messed up. Instead she
cleaned them as well as she could with a couple of flushes, and wiped her pussy
and bottom clean with toilet paper. Soon
she had her panties back on and was respectable again.
“How are you doing, Lynn?” she asked
in a voice just loud enough to carry to the next stall.
“I’m having fun!” came the reply.
“I just pushed my panties right up my anus!”
“You did?” asked Julie, surprised.
“Wasn’t that difficult?”
“Yes, a bit.” There came a sound of Lynn’s toilet flushing.
“You know what that was?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” asked Julie.
“That was my bra. I just flushed it down the toilet. Now I’ll have to spend the rest of the day without a
bra.”
“Wow, naughty!” said Julie with
approval. “I like it!”
“I thought you might,” came the
reply. “I was considering
flushing my skirt, too. What do you
think?”
“Um, what on Earth will you do without
a skirt?” inquired Julie.
“I don’t know! But wouldn’t it be fun finding out?”
“I think,” said Julie, “you had
better take things one step at a time. Keep
your skirt, Lynn – I kind of like it.”
“Me too, I suppose.
Okay. Just a minute.”
There was silence from Lynn’s stall for a few moments, then her toilet
was flushed again. “That was my
panties,” she said with a giggle. Now
I don’t have any underwear at all!”
“You bad girl,” said Julie,
grinning. “You realise that, with
your super-short skirt, people are going to see your pussy?”
“Not if I’m careful,” said Lynn.
“But then, I may not want to be careful!”
She laughed.
“Hey Lynn, would you like to come over
to my house this afternoon?” asked Julie.
“I think we could have some fun together. My Dad will be out until about half past six.”
“I’d love to!” replied Lynn.
“I’ll get my Dad to drive me there.”
“Cool,” said Julie.
She unlocked her stall and walked out into the basin area.
“Nearly time for lessons,” she said.
“What shall we do between now and lunch?”
“Tease the boys?” suggested Lynn,
coming out of her stall and grinning impishly.
“Or perhaps we could flash the teachers.”
“Perhaps,” agreed Julie, and she
gave her friend a hug. “I think
this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” she said in her best
Bogart voice, and Lynn laughed.
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