Lynn Howard was late. She
hastily pulled on her skimpiest white thong, followed by her pleated grey skirt,
which she fastened around her waist before turning the waistband over several
times until her hemline was wound up to a level three or four inches above her
crotch. Turning around to check in the mirror how it looked at the
back, she was pleased to see that the skirt covered less than half of her
bottom. She smiled with
satisfaction, then put on her shoes and socks and hurried downstairs to join her
friend and lover, Julie.
Together they left the house and
mounted their bicycles. Julie,
too, had turned over her waistband a few times, though she was wearing a more
modest pair of white cotton panties. Both
girls, however, stood up to pedal, leaning over the handlebars to present
Julie’s father with an excellent view of their buttocks. They knew without looking back that he was photographing them
with his digital camera, and that in a few minutes their sexy bicycle antics
would be stored on the computer in his study.
Car horns sounded out the instant they
turned on to the main road. This
was by now a familiar experience for both of them, and they arched their backs
and stuck out their bottoms to reveal as much as possible to the lucky
drivers. Lynn, who was very much
aware of the effect that her thong was having on the passing motorists, began
to grow quite horny. Julie, who
was currently riding behind Lynn, had been obliged to wear larger panties in
order to cover up the silver electrical tape that was holding three peeled
bananas inside her cunt. As she
rode, she could feel them churning about inside her, and she, too, began to
get rather turned on.
They arrived at the school amid
cheers, whistles and applause from the boys who had by now learned to gather
around the gate at twenty to nine. Lynn
smiled at them as she rode past them towards the bike shed. The girls parked their bicycles, then entered the school and
climbed the stairs, destined for the headmaster’s study.
As they climbed, they unfolded their waistbands until their hemlines
descended to the requisite three inches above the knee.
Outside the headmaster’s study, they
pressed the buzzer and waited. Lynn
turned to Julie. “I dare you to
take off your panties,” she said, “and go in there without them on.”
“No problem,” said Julie and,
looking around quickly to make sure nobody was watching, she hoisted up her
skirt, pulled her panties down, stepped out of them, and stuffed them into her
school bag. She grinned at Lynn.
“Come!” called Mr Dean’s voice
from inside.
As Julie began to turn the door
handle, Lynn suddenly reached up under her friend’s skirt and, taking hold
of the edge of the electrical tape, she ripped it away from Julie’s cunt.
“Youch!”
Julie gasped in shock. It
took her a moment to realise that there was now nothing to stop three mushy
bananas from dropping out of her vagina, but by that time Lynn had pushed her
inside the study.
“Good morning Mr Dean,” said Lynn
cheerily.
“Good morning girls,” said Mr
Dean, looking up from his desk. “Good,
good, those skirts will be fine. A
bit wrinkled, mind you, but a decent length at least.
Julie, are you quite well? You
look rather flushed.”
Julie was clamping her thighs
together, desperate to avoid any leakage.
“I’m fine, sir,” she managed.
“Just a bit hot after my bicycle ride.”
“Oh.”
Mr Dean shrugged. “Well
that’s fine, girls, you may go.”
“Thank you sir,” said Julie in
genuine gratitude, and she turned and rushed from the room, just as a piece of
banana fell from under her skirt and landed wetly on the floor.
Lynn glanced back at Mr Dean, but
realised she was standing between him and the banana, so he had not seen the
accident. As she headed for the
door, Mr Dean looked down at his desk once again, and she quickly stooped and
picked up the banana. Heaving a
sigh of relief, she walked out into the corridor, pulling the door closed
behind her.
“Just a moment, Lynn,” said Mr
Dean, just as the door was closing.
Lynn’s heart leapt into her mouth.
“Yes sir?” she asked, opening the door again.
“What did you just pick up off my
floor?” inquired the headmaster.
“Nothing sir,” said Lynn.
“Just a hankie that Julie dropped.
I think it fell out from her sleeve.”
“That’s not what it looked like.
Come here please.”
Her heart pounding, Lynn re-entered
the study and approached the desk.
“Now show me what you have in your
hand,” said Mr Dean, frowning. “Your
right hand.”
Lynn slowly held out her right hand,
and then, even more slowly, opened it. Mr
Dean’s eyebrows rose sharply.
“Hmm,” he said. “A hankie indeed. My
eyes must have been playing tricks on me.
Very well, Lynn, off you go.”
“Yes sir,” said Lynn, and she
turned and left the room, congratulating herself on her habit of keeping a
hankie tucked up her sleeve for use in emergencies, and on her quick thinking
in such a tight corner. Once the
study door was closed, she stooped and picked up the banana that she had been
forced to throw to one side when Mr Dean had called her back.
Then she noticed a couple of other pieces on the floor of the corridor,
though Julie was nowhere to be seen. Lynn
picked up all the banana she could find, and made her way towards the upstairs
toilets, which was where she was sure Julie would be.
One of the stalls in the girls’
toilet was occupied. Lynn knocked
on the door. “Julie, is that
you?”
“Yes,” replied Julie, and she
unlocked the door so that Lynn could enter.
“Good grief, Lynn, you nearly got me expelled!”
Lynn bent down and kissed her friend
on the lips. “All’s well that
ends well,” she said. “You
left a bit of a trail behind you, but I’ve cleaned it up.”
“Good,” said Julie, who was
sitting on the toilet, pulling pieces of banana from her cunt. “Well you can jolly well eat this lot as a punishment.”
“Sounds more like a reward to me,”
said Lynn with a grin, “but okay.” She
took some of the squishy pieces from Julie and popped them in her mouth.
“Mmm, that’s really nice actually,” she commented after a
moment’s chewing. “So,
what’s our plan for the day?”
Julie shrugged. “Well, I had been
planning to let the bananas out into my panties during one of the lessons,”
she said, “but you’ve kind of ruined that plan.”
“I’m sorry,” Lynn apologised.
“Did you bring any other food items?”
“Nope, I’m afraid not.
I suppose we could play with my poo during Break or Lunch Break.
I know you’re saving yours… How
is it, by the way?”
“I’m absolutely desperate,”
replied Lynn. “This morning
during breakfast it really badly wanted to come out.
I worked up quite a sweat just trying to keep it in. It’s going to be terrible trying to get through the
lessons. I might find myself
letting it out during French or something.
And once it starts coming out, you know, I might as well get rid of it
all.”
Julie grinned. “Make sure it’s a lesson we’re in together,” she
said. “I can’t wait to see
that. And you’re wearing a
thong – you won’t be able to hold it in your panties.”
“Nope,” agreed Lynn cheerfully.
“And I’ll make sure my skirt is bunched around my waist when I do
it, and I’ll spread my legs so you can watch it happening.”
Julie chuckled. “You will get
expelled, I hope you realise,” she said.
Lynn grinned wickedly.
“I’ll have to take my chances.
You can’t disobey the call of nature.”
“Well just try to hold it in, okay? For
me?”
“For you, my darling, anything,”
said Lynn. “So what shall we do?”
“Hmm, we could invite some boys into
the toilets to fuck your anus,” suggested Julie.
“To be honest,” said Lynn, “I
don’t think that’s going to be possible.
My rectum is already occupied. Nice
idea though, for later in the week. We
should seriously get on the pill, though.
I’m dying to get a proper screw from your dad.”
“There are
other contraceptives, you know,” Julie pointed out.
“Yeah, I know, but you know how your
dad hates condoms.”
Julie looked surprised.
“Well I do now, I guess. When
did he tell you this?”
“Last night, after I took the
candles out of my cunt. I think
you were brushing your teeth at the time.
I invited him to fuck me, but he declined since I wasn’t on the pill.
I mentioned condoms, but he just turned his nose up.”
“Would you have let him have
unprotected sex with you, if he’d been willing?” inquired Julie.
Lynn shook her head.
“I’d kind of assumed he’d be using condoms, to be honest.
Goodness knows he must have realised earlier in the week that he’d be
having sex with me before long. But
anyway, I don’t care – I’d like to get on the pill anyway.
Who knows who else I might want to have sex with?”
“Yeah, well, be careful,” warned
Julie. “Don’t go getting any
nasty diseases, okay?”
“I’ll be careful,” Lynn
promised. “So anyway, we still
don’t have a plan for the day. Come
on, we don’t have much time. Think!”
“Think yourself!” retorted Julie.
“Do I have to come up with all the
ideas?”
“Okay,” said Lynn.
“Well, for a start, I think you should take off your bra.
I think we should both spend the whole day wearing no underwear at
all.”
“Sounds cool,” conceded Julie, and
she began to unbutton her shirt. “Anything
else?”
Lynn slipped off her thong.
“And I think we should both masturbate to orgasm in every lesson
we’re in today.”
“Every lesson? Crumbs, we’re going to be dripping juice wherever we go!”
“That’s the idea,” said Lynn,
grinning. “Since we don’t
have any food to leak out of our cunts, we’ll need to create our own mess.
Who do we have first?”
“Miss Weaver,” replied Julie.
“Oh great.
She’ll have her eye on us, I expect.
Then who do we have? Mr
Dennis?”
“Yes.
We’ll be able to wear our skirts a little shorter for him, I
think.”
“Indeed.
And don’t we have Geography after break?”
“Fourth
lesson, actually,” said Julie.
“Excellent,” said Lynn, pleased.
“Mr Harper won’t report us for wearing our skirts too short.”
“Pervert that he is,” added Julie.
“Hey, maybe we could sit at the front of the class and keep our legs
open so that he can see our pussies.”
“Cool!”
Lynn liked this idea. “Well
at least it would stop him staring at our chests.”
Both girls giggled.
Mr Harper did not know what had hit
him. A rather unsubtle admirer of
teenaged girls’ bodies, the fifty-six year old chemistry teacher always
enjoyed it when girls sat in the front row with their legs crossed, revealing
beautiful expanses of bare thigh. But
he had never seen anything like this! Both
Julie Ward and Lynn Howard were sitting at one of the double desks at the
front of the class (never a popular choice, since there were always far more
desks than pupils and most chose to sit at or near the back), and both girls
had their legs spread.
And they were not wearing any panties!
The poor man could not get his
thoughts together all through the lesson.
He stammered his way through his verbal run-down of revision topics,
his hand shook when he attempted to write on the whiteboard, and he kept
producing a handkerchief to mop his sweating brow.
Lynn and Julie were having a whale of
a time, and could barely refrain from giggling every time the handkerchief was
produced. At one point, Mr Harper
dropped the hankie right in front of Julie’s desk, and as he bent to pick it
up, the girls could not help noticing he glanced directly at Julie’s pussy
before straightening up again.
Halfway through the lesson, both girls
began to surreptitiously masturbate, which did not help their teacher’s
concentration at all. Eventually
he summoned up the willpower to turn his back on them in an attempt to gather
his thoughts. For a while he
succeeded, and his delivery began to gather momentum, but then he made the
mistake of trying to sneak a look beneath Lynn’s desk.
Lynn by now had two fingers buried in her cunt, and was rapidly sliding
them in and out.
As they filed out of the classroom
at the end of the lesson, the pupils muttered to one another that Mr Harper
was definitely getting senile – none of them had been able to make head nor
tail of the gibberish he had been spouting.
But Mr Harper himself approached Julie
and Lynn after the bell went, and he quietly whispered to them, “Thank you!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart!”
“Our pleasure,” Lynn murmured back
to him.
“Shall we make this a regular
habit?” Julie asked Lynn.
“Oh, please don’t,” Mr Harper
begged them. “You’ll get me
sacked.”
“You just have to learn to watch us
without losing your grip on the lesson,” Julie advised him sternly.
“Then we’ll be able to flash you as much as we like.”
The girls smiled at him, then followed
their fellow pupils out of the classroom.
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