That night, Lynn and her mother worked
on shortening skirts and dresses again. Gina
was still wearing her suit, and Lynn could not help glimpsing her mother’s
panties from time to time. It
bothered her that she found this a little arousing.
“…and then I actually, um, played
with myself under the desk,” Gina was saying.
“And I climaxed, right there in the office, in front of everyone!”
Lynn smiled. “Did anyone figure out what you were doing?”
“I don’t know. That’s the best part – I never turned around so for all I
know they could have been gathering in a crowd, staring and pointing at me.
I don’t think they were, but
it’s always possible.”
“That’s cool, Mum.”
“Ah, I suppose you think it’s pretty
tame,” said Gina, “but remember – this is a career I’ve been working at
for nine years. It takes a lot less
to get fired than it does to get expelled from school.
Still … I think I’ll be pushing the limits a bit further yet.
You know what was strange about today?”
“No, what?”
“By the end of the day, despite all
the comments about how short my skirt was, all I could think about was how I
could have got away with making it just that little bit shorter.
And tonight I think I shall. Nobody
complained – the guys all thought it was really cool (of course) that I was
showing so much leg, and even Rachel complimented me.
I was surprised at that.”
“Really?
What did she say?”
“She said I was ‘very bold’ –
but in a nice way. She seemed kind
of awed.”
Lynn chuckled. “Next thing you know, she’ll be turning up to work in a
skirt even shorter than yours.”
“Somehow I doubt it,” said Gina.
“There – how’s that?” She
held up the tight lycra skirt she had just shortened for Lynn.
“Great!
Let me try it on.” Lynn
got up and took off her school skirt, then stepped into the lycra skirt and
pulled it up. It covered her
buttocks, just … until she moved. After
walking the length of the living room and back again, Lynn found with delight
that it had ridden up by almost half an inch.
“Perfect!” she exclaimed.
“Good grief.” Gina was staring at it with an apprehensive expression.
“Now just where would you wear that thing?”
“Oh, anywhere,” said Lynn
nonchalantly. “The shops in the
city centre, perhaps, or on the tube, or, I don’t know … anywhere but around
here, I guess – this would, I think, breach Dad’s rules.”
“Too right it would,” agreed Gina.
“Do be careful, though…”
“Mum, please – I can take care of
myself,” said Lynn.
Gina said nothing but looked troubled.
Lynn noticed this and changed the
subject. “So what are you going
to do at work tomorrow?” she inquired. “It’s
Friday, you know, and Friday’s got to be bigger and better and more intense
than all the other weekdays. You
have to finish the week in style.”
“Do I now?” Gina smirked. “Well
let’s see – I could go to work with no panties on…”
“And wearing a shorter skirt than the
one you wore today?” suggested Lynn.
“Perhaps.
I shall work on one after you’ve gone to bed.”
“And you have to get completely naked
at some point during the day,” Lynn added.
“Naked?”
Gina was startled. “Where?”
“In the toilet at your office.
Take off your clothes in one of the stalls, then when nobody’s outside,
leave the stall.”
“Oh my,” said Gina, a little taken
aback. “That’s pretty, um…
Well, I suppose I could do that.”
“Good for you, Mum,” said Lynn with
a smile, and she bent down to kiss her mother’s cheek. “Well, I’d best get off to bed so you can work on your
own clothes.”
“Thank you darling.”
The next morning, Gina drove Lynn to
school again. Lynn was dressed in
her shortest school skirt, and an old school shirt that was far too small for
her. She was wearing no bra
underneath, and her breasts were straining hard against the fabric, distorting
the shape of the garment and putting such pressure on the buttons that they
looked as if they were about to burst – as indeed they were.
Her nipples were clearly visible as dark circles beneath the white
material.
“You’re going to get yourself sent
home in disgrace, you know,” warned Gina.
“Relax, Mum – I’ve got my strategy
all worked out. But how about you?
Are you not going to get into trouble?”
Gina bit her lip in anxiety, and said
nothing. She had been a little
over-enthusiastic in her trimming last night, shortening the skirt of her other
suit to almost microscopic proportions. In
fact, the hem of her jacket was now a couple of inches lower than the hem of her
skirt, which was only just long enough to cover her buttocks.
Sitting down was not an option, unless she first made sure that nobody
was in front of her, and bending over even slightly was right
out. She had been determined to go
through with wearing it, but she had not found the courage to go without panties
– she was wearing a thong beneath the skirt.
Lynn had already this morning seen far
more of that thong than she had wished, but she was thrilled that her mother was
recapturing the adventurous spirit of her youth. She wondered what her father would think if he saw how his
wife looked right now. No doubt he
would prefer to remain in blissful ignorance.
After Gina had dropped her off, Lynn
found Julie and together they made their way up to Mr Dean’s study.
Julie was rather alarmed at the sight of Lynn’s skirt.
“Are you insane?” she exclaimed.
“He’ll suspend you for sure!”
“Maybe, maybe not,” replied Lynn.
“But I’m relishing the challenge to talk him out of it.”
They pressed the buzzer outside the
headmaster’s door, then entered when he called them in.
“Good morning girls,” said Mr Dean,
then he stopped and stared at Lynn’s skirt.
“Good Lord, Lynn,” he said, “what is the meaning of this?”
“I’m terribly sorry, sir,” Lynn
apologised earnestly, “but my long skirt got caught in my bicycle chain and
has oil all over it. I couldn’t
get it out and this is the only other skirt I have.
I know it’s not as long as it’s supposed to be, sir, but please
don’t be too harsh – it honestly wasn’t deliberate, I swear!”
Mr Dean sighed and put his head in his
hands. “You girls are the
limit!” he said. “Very well,
Lynn, I don’t know whether you’re telling me the truth or not, but just for
today I’ll let you wear it. However,
you have a cross, and if I ever see that skirt again after today, you’ll be on
Report until the end of term.”
“Thank you sir.” Lynn could barely suppress a joyous grin.
“Off you go, then.”
The girls left the study and Julie said,
“I can’t believe you got away with it!”
“I know – isn’t it great?
Now I have immunity from further punishment in case any of the teachers
don’t like what I’m wearing.”
“Good point.” Julie chuckled. “That
was an excellent ploy, holding your books against your chest like that.
But you’d better be careful with the teachers.
Who have we got first?”
Lynn thought for a moment.
“Mr Edmonds.”
“Oh heck,” muttered Julie.
“And I haven’t finished his homework.”
“Ooh, naughty girl,” Lynn chided her
friend good-naturedly. “We still
have a few minutes – want to crib?”
Julie shook her head.
“Not after last time,” she said.
“I’ll sweet-talk him into letting me submit it during Lunch Break.”
“I’m not suggesting you copy me
verbatim. But suit yourself.”
Lynn shrugged. “Anyway I think this lesson will be fun.”
“Are you kidding? He’s the one that sent us to Mr Dean last week.”
“I’m well aware of that,” said
Lynn. “Just watch.”
In fact they entered Mr Edmonds’
Chemistry lab before he himself got there, which rather spoiled Lynn’s plans.
Thinking quickly, however, she walked to the front of the room, picked up
the blackboard duster, and began to wipe off the molecular formulae that were
left over from the previous day’s last lesson.
When, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Mr Edmonds enter the
room, she dropped the duster on the floor and quickly bent, straight-legged, to
pick it up. She knew her skirt was not quite short enough to reveal her
panties in this manner, but she knew it would still show a lot of her thighs.
“Lynn Howard! What on Earth?!” Mr
Edmonds’ tone was one of fury.
Lynn stood up straight and turned
towards him, her expression one of pure innocence.
“Good morning sir,” she said. “I
was just wiping your board for you.”
“Never mind that,” he snapped.
“Go and see Mr Dean at once – you look like a slut!”
“I know.”
Lynn sighed. “But it’s
really not my fault. And I have
been to see him – just about five minutes ago.
He’s given me a cross for looking like this and a warning – you can
go and check with him if you like. He’s
just as angry about my appearance as you.”
“I will
check with him,” growled Mr Edmonds. “In
the meantime, take your seat, and if there’s any trouble from you during the
lesson, I’ll send you out.”
“Yes sir.”
Lynn meekly returned to her seat.
“Nice work,” whispered Julie.
“Thanks.”
Lynn grinned. “Could you
see my panties?”
“Not quite. But never mind – it was highly erotic anyway.”
Julie smiled, then leant over to whisper conspiratorially, “Looking
forward to tonight?”
“You bet!”
Lynn’s pulse quickened at the prospect.
“Tell me about the apartment – what’s it like?”
“Well, it was filthy but pretty much
empty when we checked it out – Dad’s going there again today to get things
ready. He’s buying some cheap
furniture and an old double bed to put in there, and he’s going to make it an
environment that would entice plenty of little visitors – he’s done a fair
bit of research on them in the last couple of days.”
Lynn smiled. “Sounds cool.”
“So, what erotic stunts are you
planning for today?” asked Julie.
“I haven’t decided.
But I’d like to try something at Break.”
“Really?
I can’t wait.” Julie
grinned.
After the second lesson, the two girls
met outside the front of the school.
“Where are we going?” asked Julie.
“You’ll see,” replied Lynn with a
smile, and she began to walk down the street towards a row of nearby shops.
Julie followed, wondering where Lynn was
heading, then stopped in puzzlement when her friend turned into the entrance of
the local fishmonger’s.
“Come on,” said Lynn with an impish
grin, and she entered the shop.
It was, at the moment, empty of
customers. The fishmonger, Bob
Jenkins, smiled at them across the counter.
“How can I help you young ladies?” he asked.
“I’d like a fish,” said Lynn.
“You’ve come to the right place,”
observed Bob with a chuckle. “You
got anything specific in mind?”
“Something really slippery and
slimy,” said Lynn. “And not too
big.”
Bob looked at her quizzically, but if he
was suspicious of her intentions he gave no other sign.
“Hmm, how about a mackerel?” he suggested, indicating a tray full of
twelve-inch, silvery-blue and black sea fish.
“Perfect,” said Lynn.
“I’ll take one.”
“Make that two,” said Julie.
“That’s three pounds sixty-eight,”
said Bob.
Lynn handed him a fiver.
Bob wrapped two fish in polythene and placed them in a carrier bag, then
went to the till to get Lynn’s change. “Here
you go,” he said. “I hope you
enjoy them.”
“We will,” said Lynn, and the two
girls left the shop, giggling.
“Fish!”
exclaimed Julie once they were outside. “Are
you serious?”
“Of course! Now let’s get back to the toilets so we can have some
fun.”
They hurried back to the school and
locked themselves in one of the toilet stalls.
Lynn stripped naked (hardly necessary, but she just loved doing it), then
bent over the cistern, spreading her feet wide. “Shove one in, my love,” she invited Julie.
“Er, which…?”
“My anus.
It wouldn’t fit in my cunt.”
“But, aren’t you pretty full?”
Lynn nodded. “Yeah, well,” she said, “I guess I’m soon going to be
even fuller.”
“Okay,” said Julie, unwrapping one
of the mackerel. “Here goes!”
She lubricated her fingers with juice from Lynn’s vagina, then smeared
them over her friend’s anus. Then
she placed the head of the mackerel against Lynn’s anus, and began to push.
“Mmmm,” moaned Lynn, closing her
eyes and smiling happily as she felt the cold, slimy teleost slide easily up
into her rectum.
Julie was surprised at how easily it
went in. But with only two inches
of the tail left outside, she encountered strong resistance. She pushed harder, forcing it deeper, but when all that
remained was the caudal fin, she was unable to push with any force – the fin
just kept bending.
“I can’t get it in any further,”
she said regretfully.
“Nonsense,” said Lynn.
“Stick your hand inside me – push it deeper from within.”
Julie bunched her fingers around the end
of the tail and began to push them into Lynn’s anus. Soon four fingers were in deep, and Julie was able to push
the bony part of the tail further in. The
caudal fin disappeared, and Julie withdrew her fingers.
Lynn sighed happily as she felt her anus
close up. “Excellent!” she
said, standing upright. “Now
it’s your turn.”
Julie took off her panties and skirt,
and assumed the same position Lynn had. Lynn
took the other mackerel and began to slide it into Julie’s anus.
This one went in without difficulty, and had soon vanished into Julie’s
rectum.
“Lovely,” breathed Julie with her
eyes closed and an expression of ecstasy on her face. “Why didn’t we think of this before?”
Lynn shrugged. “It just occurred to me this morning. Anyway, the real question
is: when and where are we going to push them out again?”
Julie considered this.
“Somewhere public…” she said.
“Of course,” agreed Lynn.
“When it’s at its most crowded…”
“Naturally.”
“The refectory during Lunch?”
suggested Julie.
“Wow – that is public.” Lynn
thought about this, then grinned. “Okay,
let’s do it,” she said. “God
I feel full.”
At one o’clock in the refectory, the
girls sat at a table with several boys in their year. Both had their clothing arranged as provocatively as
possible, and were submitting to frequent gropings.
It was not long before Lynn’s shirt was completely undone and her
exposed breasts were being sucked and caressed by eager hands.
She was also allowing one of the boys to finger-fuck her vagina.
At length, however, at a nod from Julie, she cut this short and began to
strain.
In unison, the two girls relaxed their
anal sphincters and pushed, while trying to keep an innocuous expression on
their faces. The tails of the
mackerel emerged, and the fish bent around inside their host’s panties as more
of their bodies were forced out. With
a final slither, Lynn’s entire fish plopped out into the back of her panties,
though she calmly continued to drink her apple juice as if nothing untoward were
occurring.
Julie, who was wearing a thong, was less
lucky. She knew that she would
almost certainly lose the fish, but that for her was part of the excitement.
She had no idea how she was going to cover it up, but the attempt was
sure to be fun!
As the tail passed out of her anus, it
slipped by her thong and started to make its way along the inside of her skirt,
on which she was sitting. Soon the
whole mackerel was out, but it was impossible for Julie to tell at this point
what was going to happen when she stood up.
She could not wait to find out. She
stood up.
Instantly the tail of the fish flopped
down, dangling between her legs, while its gill cover became caught on the
string of her thong. She hesitated
– this was an unexpected development, but an interesting one.
She smiled down at Lynn. “Coming?”
she asked.
“Can you smell fish?” asked one of
the boys with a slight frown.
“Yup!” said Lynn, and got to her
feet. The two girls hurried out,
and if anyone thought they saw the caudal fin of a mackerel swinging below the
hemline of Julie’s skirt, they sensibly kept it to themselves.
Back in the girls’ toilets, Lynn and
Julie stripped and made love, sliding both fish in and out of their lower
orifices until, with just five minutes of Lunch Break left, they flushed the
fish and cleaned themselves up, though they did not quite manage to rid
themselves of the smell of fish.
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