"Stick it in, stick it right in!" Julia’s gorgeous arse-cheeks were propped precariously on the porcelain ledge of the communal showers, her thighs flung wide as Vanessa poked her long, wet tongue into the ring of Julia’s open vagina, and Julia watched it retract, coated with her copious white goo. Vanessa’s piss-soaked clothes along with Julia’s almost clean ones were strewn across the floor of the changing rooms where they had frantically undressed one another while heading for the shower, gripped in their new-found lesbian lust for each other.

Vanessa tasted Julia’s spume. "Mmmm, I LOVE the taste of an aroused cunt so much!"

"Taste it some more, taste it some more!" demanded Julia.

"Especially one that’s just been pissing. Piss for me again! I want you to piss while I’ve got my tongue up you! I want it squirting straight into my mouth. I want to be your toilet, Julie, isn’t that disgusting?" She stopped talking and dipped her tongue back into Julia's vagina, seeing it twitch and feeling it flex as the big Netball Queen tried to find a teaspoonful of her liquid gold to squeeze out for her, but nothing came.

"I can’t, darling - I think I’ve pissed everything I’ve got."

Vanessa smiled, tolerantly and then started, sitting back on her wet haunches. "Oh my God! Julia! What are you going to do for the piss pageant?"

"Oh no! I forgot!" Julia sat up immediately, all thoughts of Vanessa’s tongue immediately dispersed. "What’s the time?"

"It’s nearly half past one!" said Vanessa, in despair. "The rehearsal starts at two! What are you going to do?"

Julia stood up and started panicking, on the verge of tears. The Head had said it would be SBE for anyone who turned up to the rehearsal with nothing to give. SBE - Spanking Buggery Enema, one of his favourite punishments, and one, incidentally that Julia had *never* had before. But girls who had had told her about it. About how he would put his enormous cock right up their little arseholes, and bugger them vigorously for ten minutes, slapping their buttocks as he went, before coming so profusely that it felt like he was pissing up them (before becoming Head, he had been one of the most famous cocks in the movie business). And then, how, remaining erect, he would set up the enema bag, and sliding the nozzle in past their sore, spermy arseholes, would fill their bowels almost to bursting with the hot fluid, before having them force the lot out all over his poised penis, causing a second ejaculation almost as copious as the first, splattering their buttocks with long ropes of creamy sperm. And then the final humiliation of having to leave his office and walk the length of his corridor naked from the waist down, where frequently parents and prospective pupils would be waiting and would see the poor girl's reddened buttocks, dribbling with spunk.

Horrified with the thought, she was out of the shower and picking up her clothes, scrambling into her uniform without properly drying herself, her wide pink nipples wetting the cotton of her blouse into transparency. Usually she liked uniform days, but as she tugged the fresh pair of white panties into place over her still-aroused cunt, her lips still slippery where Vanessa had been licking, her clit still poking out naughtily, she could only think of the Pageant, and of all the trouble she was in. Once her skirt was fastened, she was out into the corridor, still fastening her suspenders as she went. Mr Hill, the Vaginal Control master, saw and raised an eyebrow. Typical, she thought. Although teachers here spent their time showing girls how to masturbate alluringly, or how to accommodate a big cock in their anus, they could still be turned on by a flash of stocking.

Five minutes later, Vanessa found her in the canteen. She had seven cans of Coke around her and three of them were empty. The fourth was pouring into her lovely mouth.

"You've got to believe me,' said Vanessa. 'I didn't mean for this to happen."

"I believe you," said Julia. "Even you couldn't be that devious. But look, I don't think this is going to be enough. I've run out of money. Can you get me some more Coke?"

"Julia, you need water! It's the fastest."

"No!" declared Julia, close to tears. "Water comes out clear! It has to be golden! Mrs Stebbings is very particular on the matter."

"God!" said Vanessa. "I wouldn't know - I dropped Pissing last year"

"It's my major" said Julia between gulps. "If I fail it, my parents will take me away for sure!"

Vanessa bought her the Cokes and she drank them all.

"How are you feeling?" asked Vanessa.

Julia rubbed her bladder. "Hmmm, the beginnings of an urge," she said. "But look, it's twenty to two! I'll just have to hope I'm not on first. You should see the amount I'm expected to produce!"

"Why's that?" said Vanessa.

"'Cos I usually piss like a horse, that's why! You saw me use the basin, didn't you?"

"And what a sight that was to remember!" she said, closing her eyes and readjusting her panties.

"Well all that stuff I sprayed over you - I was supposed to be saving it for the show!"

*

Julia had, of course, miscalculated dreadfully. Within twenty minutes, almost all of the Coke she'd drunk was stretching her bladder, and she suddenly realised that she was desperate once more. She listened as Mrs Stebbings read out the order in which the acts would take place, with mounting horror as she failed to hear her name.

"...and last of all, Julia."

" What?" she gasped.

"I thought you'd be pleased Julia. It means you're the star!"

"But Mrs Stebbings, I'm desperate!" she protested, crossing her stockinged legs over each other tightly.

"Nonsense girl - control, that's all you need."

Julia wasn't the only one who was desperate. Backstage was a seething crowd of young teenage girls all clutching their groins, hopping from foot to foot, bobbing up and down and hissing through their teeth. But, thought Julia sadly, at least they'll all be pissing before me!

Mrs Stebbings had said that this rehearsal was to be just like a performance, so they had to carry on, whatever happened. Julia watched from the wings as the music began, and the acts started.

The Pageant was called "Pissing through the Ages", and to the music of "Prelude a l'apres midi d'un faun" three gorgeous cave-girls were seen sitting around a camp-fire drinking out of coconuts, all wearing skimpy fur brassieres, and flashing, fluttering chamois-leather skirts. Then suddenly one of them got up, and went over to the mock-up bushes at the front of the stage, smiling to herself mischievously, squatted down, brushing the leather back from her hairy pubes, and then let go a long, hard jet of piss, which hissed and frothed loudly onto the bush. There was a cheer from back-stage, and a sigh of delight from the girl as the foaming puddle spread out beneath her feet. Each of the other two girls got up, clutching their groins and biting their lips, and then went to squat down beside their pissing co-star, spreading their labia expertly with their fingers and adding their streams to hers, making a beautiful tableau - a triple fountain of teenage piss, each one of squatting girls the source of a glorious shaft of sparkling golden urine. With practised expertise, the three stopped at exactly the same instant, little drips patting down from their wet pubes, and then gave three pulsing, finishing spurts: spurt - spurt - spurt in perfect synchronisation, before patting each others' pussies dry, and taking their bows to huge backstage applause. (One of stage hands was an outsider, and, unused to such scenes, had watched agog on the monitor until his spunk pulsed into his jeans exactly in time with the girls' final piss-jets.) Once off-stage, the two girls who had joined the first dashed to the single backstage toilet, as they had had to cut of their flows artificially to coincide with the first, and still had quite a lot to do. As always, they straddled the bowl together and fondled each other's clits as their twin streams of hot wee splashed the porcelain.

On stage, the pageant continued down the years. Roman slave-girls in white togas pulled them up to squat and squirt on chamber-pots. A tall, broad-hipped Lady Guinevere had her long white dress pulled up by a massively endowed King Arthur, who stretched her arsehole with his huge well-greased tool, as she bent on all-fours, to be rewarded with a backward eruption of piss from her tidy slit which bathed his bollocks as it blasted out, and hurried his enormous ejaculation into her full bowels (stopping people using the toilets didn't just stop them pissing - Guinevere had to dash off to the loos afterwards to drop a very spermy log from between her delectable buttocks!)

Then suddenly, to Julia's horror, there was a commotion backstage. The girls were muttering to each other that the Headmaster was in the hall. He was watching. This was a bad sign. They all knew that he was waiting to see if any of them failed to produce the piss they needed, so that he could whisk them off to his office and give them SBE. The randy sod would love an opportunity to get his monstrous cock between their poor spanked, schoolgirl buttocks, and to have their little arseholes squirting their dirty enema water over his helmet. The good news was that he was being wanked and sucked by his secretary as he watched. They knew that he would try to save his spunk for later, but they also knew that if they could make him come - against his will - by putting on a specially sexy performance, he'd be less likely to punish any girl who couldn't quite produce.

And one girl who didn't produce enough was young Tania from Julia's netball team. She was part of a little formation troupe who were supposed to start tinkling and then run in turn across the stage, cartwheeling as they went, spraying out little flecks of piss like Catherine wheels. Hardly anyone noticed that Tania, third girl along, dried completely before the cartwheel - except the Headmaster. Even from backstage, they heard his voice saying "Who was the girl who didn't manage it, Mrs Stebbings?"

Tania burst into tears in the wings, falling into the arms of her more successful, piss-soaked friends, who comforted her.

"I couldn't do it! It wasn't because I didn't have any, I got stage fright!" And to make matters worse, once she had stopped crying, the urge returned with a vengeance, but she had to wait outside the toilet, clutching her groin, while inside Heathcliffe pissed all over Cathy's huge clit and swollen labia, directing his jet to wash away the spunk that he'd just deposited there on stage. Cathy wanked her clit in the stream and begged him to keep going till she came.

Julia knew now that only she could save poor Tania from the ghastly punishment of SBE, and her sympathy for the youngster's plight was sharpened by the realisation that only hours ago, it had been she who had fearing this dreadful treatment. Now, with a bladder feeling fuller than it had ever been, she knew that she was safe. But she also knew that she possessed the power to save her young friend, and as her music began, she tightened her piss-muscles, and prepared to do the best bit of stage urination ever seen at the School.

Julia was wearing a Girl Guide's Uniform. This was already to her advantage. The Head was known to have a weakness for uniforms - this was one of the things which made him so stringent in his maintenance of standards among the pupils. (Only last week, Julia's friend Michelle had fallen victim to one of his spot knicker-checks. Finding her wearing something black and lacey, instead of the tight white cotton ones that regulations demanded, he took her at once to his office and made her change them while he sat with his mouth only inches away from her pungent labia. Just as she was about to pull the pristine gusset into place, he had insisted on thrusting his tongue deep up inside her, while he wanked a generous helping of his sperm into the seams of the still-warm, cunt-moistened ones she'd just removed. He had folded them up and given them to her to take home.)

Dressed like this, Julia strutted out onto the stage, her beige skirt clinging to her hips, modified with a slit which went halfway up the front. Centre-stage she paused, and frowning her lovely brow, clenched her legs together, and pressed her fingers into her groin, miming expertly the actions of a young girl caught short in public and in urgent need of somewhere to piss.

"Slowly my dear, slowly," she heard the Head mutter to his Secretary, who was still dutifully lashing his huge cock with her tongue. Julia smiled inwardly - she must be getting somewhere! Slowly, she pulled up her skirt at the front to reveal the shocking white of her panties, and frantically rubbed the palm of her hand across it, before pulling them up tight into her pussy-slit, forcing her bulging genital flesh to squeeze into her bunched gusset, revealing the dense, gold-flecked brown hair of her cunt. As she tugged on the fabric one, two, three times, a great cheer went up from her schoolmates as a sharply defined, sparkling shaft of golden piss squirted through the knicker fabric. She feigned a shocked look out to the darkness from which she knew the Head watched, and then, in a daring, unrehearsed move, turned to the lovely Sarah Jones kneeling stage-right and grabbed her high, blonde pony tail to angle her face towards her piss-dripping crotch. Sarah started with surprise, but then relaxed as Julia dragged the damp cloth aside from her wet labia, exposing her creamy, twitching cunt for her mouth. Sarah opened her mouth in readiness to give Julia a good sucking, only to be rewarded with a hot hard jet of pungent salty piss squirted straight up onto the roof of her mouth direct from the depths of her flexing teenage pussy. As suddenly as it had started, the flow stopped, like a bath tap switched off, and Julia left Sarah dripping and confused as shewent round the rest of her schoolmates, making toilets of each of their pretty mouths, spraying a good, hard spurt of precious teenage urine right onto each of their tongues. Brunette Natasha, redhead Annette, well-developed Katja, shy little Naomi -- all of them became urinals for their leggy Netball Captain, trustingly swallowing her fizzing piss in the knowledge that Julia was doing it for a reason.

And it was working! The Head was almost beside himself with lust at the spectacle of Julia's impromptu toilet abuse of her classmates, and could be heard muttering "Slowly! Slowly! Not yet!" to his secretary.

Then Julia knew that their was only one thing that she could possibly do now. Fixing her eyes out into the Hall, she slowly walked down the long runway which led to where the Head sat, wiggling her hips with each pace, until she came to the end, staring down at the two of them. Squatting down quickly, so that her dripping labia parted involuntarily, she stabbed a finger at the secretary, indicating unmistakably that her mouth too, the mouth of this 28-year old career woman was about to become a teenage girl's lavatory.

The Head commanded "Yes!", and took over pleasuring his enormous glistening cock-head while he watched as Julia slowly peeled back the slippery folds of her crinkled labia and the rumpled foreskin of her big, bulbous clitoris, leaving its sensitive head shiny and exposed, with the secretary's mouth panting mere inches away. Julia stayed poised like that for a second, and then dragged the woman's mouth hard down onto her salt clit, uttering a cry of outrageous desire as the poor woman's over-worked mouth obediently chewed on the inflamed piss-steeped genitals of one of her employer's insatiable charges. Three times Julia dragged her licker's head back from her hair-matted split, giving the Head a chance to see the way the strings of spume stretched from lips to lips, the secretary's lipstick now smeared all over the Netball Queen's teen genitals in a mess of wax and salty juice. But after the third time, she fixed the Head with a stage look of surprise, all arched eyebrows and mouth in a pouting O, and yet another fountain of her glorious urine erupted from beneath her clit and sprayed directly into the secretary's throat. Julia groaned with pleasure as she pissed noisily down the hapless woman's gullet, aroused almost beyond measure, her clitoris flapping back and forth in her hot stream.

From the faraway expression on his face, and the way he was alternately wanking and then squeezing his prick, the Head was surely only seconds away from coming, and she realised with a shock that so was she! Her piss slowed to a drip, and her fingers were wanking her long clit as if were a little cock, clearly straining toward her orgasm. The Secretary opened her wee-dampened eyes to watch in astonishment as the cherry-like clit flashed in and out of its skin, and to see the way that Julia started lifting her hips in rhythm with her strokes, until suddenly she gave a long groan,, and took he Secretary completely by surprise. For from underneath Julia's clit there came a slow dribbling of copious, creamy fluid, which trickled round the rim of her vagina, and oozed down off her buttocks, by which time a fresh welling of thick girl-spunk was emerging, this time beginning to spurt in salty loops onto the Secretary's tongue, who lapped it up hungrily, never having tasted teenage girl-come before. Alas, this taste sensation was ruined by a broadside of extremely male semen from the right. The Head had finally lost control at the sight of Julia's ejaculation, and vigorously jacked himself onto the very sight that had triggered his come. His first jet almost blasted the girl-cream from his secretary's face, the second almost filled her mouth to overflowing, and then he emptied the remainder of his load onto Julia's cunt, enhancing her orgasm with a well-timed delivery of scalding spunk onto her bare clitoris.

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