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Utopia High 3:
Janelle shut her eyes tight and waited for the inevitable. Soon enough, a hefty load of girl feces pressed against her face and landed with a slap after breaking off from its maker. She grimaced at the stench and at the humiliation. Nevertheless, she lay on the mat and waited for her opponent to finish. Lilly squeezed off another loaf of shit onto the girl who she had just defeated. Grunting, she squirted some piss out and realized she was empty. Janelle stood up, letting some of the shit fall to the wrestling mat, and headed to the showers. An official walked over to the mat and began to clean it in preparation for the next match. The administrators had long ago recognized the competitiveness and showmanship that was an integral part of girls' wrestling and, unlike other sports, they decided to allow excessive celebration after winning a match. The act of the victor "gloating" over the defeated soon became a traditional part of girls' wrestling. It was only forgone to show mercy to new and inexperienced girls whose quick and easy defeat was agreed to be humiliating enough. Because of this, to lose and have one's opponent pass over her right to gloat was just as humiliating as allowing one's opponent to gloat in whichever way she deemed fit. Lilly loved to shit on her opponents. The only problem was that sometimes it was difficult planning her shits around meets. Luckily, this morning she had no trouble dropping her load on Janelle. Mackenzie preferred to gloat in other ways, like making the loser lick her ass or cunt, or occasionally spanking them. But this time she was going to be like her teammate, who she'd always admired, and shit on the girl she defeated. She knew the girl she was going to wrestle and it would be an easy takedown. The meet was running late that morning and Mackenzie's was the last match, so her bowels were begging for release by the time they announced her match. She walked to the mat, her brown hair in a bun, and dressed in her wrestling suit that revealed her tall, lean body. It was little more than a bikini, as were any of the wrestling suits that met the strict regulations regarding wrestlers' wardrobe. Instead of the girl Mackenzie was expecting, a bleached blonde walked onto the mat to represent Valley High and held out her hand. "Who're you?" Mackenzie asked. "Silvia. I'm Jill's alternate." The Valley High girl was shorter than Mackenzie but had a tight, almost masculine body, whereas Mackenzie had round, full buttocks and unquestionably feminine hips. Mackenzie reluctantly shook the girl's hand. This wasn't good. She didn't know any of the new girl's weaknesses. And she looked pretty strong. Mackenzie ignored her doubts and prepared herself for the match. It started off poorly. Although Mackenzie thought had control of her opponent when she twisted her to the ground, Silvia rolled and pinned Mackenzie's arms down with ease. Silvia was much stronger. She pulled Mackenzie's legs up, pulled her wrestling thong away from her crotch up to her lower thighs and gave Mackenzie a hard smack on the ass. "Panty removal, spanking: two points, Valley," the referee called out. Mackenzie pushed her opponent away and removed her thong completely, kicking it to the side. She lunged at Silvia, but Silvia held her place and waited for Mackenzie to attempt to drop her again. Instead, Mackenzie waited for her to give way. Both girls pushed against one another, waiting for the other girl to make a move. The two girls leaned into each other, face to face, hands locked together, when Silvia flicked out her tongue and licked Mackenzie's face. "Taunt: half-point, Valley," the referee announced. Enraged, Mackenzie twisted her arms suddenly, making Silvia turn around and fall on her ass in front of her. Still holding her opponent, Mackenzie dropped backwards and locked her legs around Silvia's legs. While Silvia tried to get free from this hold, Mackenzie lifted the Valley High girl's wrestling top and gave her tits a squeeze. "Top removal, breast squeeze: two points, Utopia." Before Mackenzie could reach down and remove Silvia's wrestling panty, Silvia managed to free her arm and roll onto her stomach. Mackenzie tried to regain hold of the girl's arms, but Silvia rolled forward, slamming Mackenzie on her back. She pinned Mackenzie's arms to the mat, but Mackenzie still held Silvia's legs tight in a leg lock. The two girls were stuck, Mackenzie on the mat, and Silvia on top of her, facing away from the girl under her. In one swift movement, Silvia let go of one of Mackenzie's arms and grabbed both of her wrists with one hand. With Silvia's free hand she reached between her legs and down to Mackenzie's cunt. She slipped a finger inside. "Fingering: two points, Valley." The shock of this move caused Mackenzie to loosen her leg lock and Silvia freed herself and flipped Mackenzie on her stomach. Mackenzie tried to roll away, but Silvia twisted Mackenzie's arm while she locked her feet around Mackenzie's ankles. Then Silvia twisted Mackenzie's arms behind her back and held them tightly with one hand. The other hand she used to slip a finger into Mackenzie's ass. "Anal fingering: three points, Valley." Mackenzie yelped as she felt the finger wiggle into her asshole, but could not budge. Silvia's grip was too tight and her foothold too severe. She was pinned to the mat and wore only her wrestling top. She waited for Silvia to finish it. But Silvia didn't. She brought the finger to Mackenzie's nose. Why wasn't she ending it? Mackenzie thought, turning her face away from Silvia's stinky finger. "Second taunt: half-point, Valley." "Smell that?" Silvia whispered. "That's what my dildo's going to smell like in a few seconds." Mackenzie growled at the arrogance of this newcomer. It looked like she was just going to get as many points as possible before the clock ran out. Silvia wrapped her arm around Mackenzie's neck and flipped over on her back. She opened her legs wide, forcing Mackenzie's legs open and showing off the immobile girl's shaven pussy. "Display: one point, Valley." Mackenzie thought that her opponent's showboating would give her a chance to escape, but she was as helpless as ever in Silvia's arms. If she just had a few more seconds, maybe she could free her legs... Silvia flipped Mackenzie back onto her stomach and pulled off her top, leaving Mackenzie naked and pinned. The match was now over. "And the winner, by total submission, is Valley High!" It was a morning meet, so there were no students there to boo or applaud the visiting team. Only a few parents had showed up that morning, and the Valley parents provided a few modest claps for their school. Mackenzie sat naked on the mat and waited for the inevitable gloating. She hoped Silvia wasn't really going to sodomize her like she had just implied. These hopes were dashed when she saw Silvia step back onto the mat wearing a strap-on dildo. She bent over and spread her legs to receive Silvia. "No, I want you on your back," Silvia said. Mackenzie lied on her back and pulled her legs up to her chest. "I want to see the face of a loser." What a cocky bitch! Mackenzie thought. But she had no choice but to obey the egotistic girl at the moment. Silvia held Mackenzie down and began to sodomize her while Mackenzie struggled to take the dildo. It wasn't that it was too large; it was a standard anal size for teenagers. It was the fullness of her bowels that caused her anal pain as Silvia packed in her fudge. She felt the familiar urge to defecate that came with anal sex, only this felt more urgent because there was actually a large amount of fecal matter in her bowels. And then she remembered Jane, who accidentally shitted on the mat last year after a sodomy gloating. Not only was it humiliating, it was also a foul that could have resulted in a temporary suspension from girl wrestling. Mackenzie struggled to keep her anus tight, in case Silvia pulled out quickly. "Ohh! Ohh! Enhhh!" Mackenzie moaned in pain. "You feel a little full up there," Silvia noticed, pumping her sweaty, muscular hips. "Did you think you were actually going to win?" Mackenzie glared at her. Sure this sport encouraged excessive celebration, but it was all in fun. This cocky bitch was being downright unsportsmanlike! She stared at Silvia's face, burning it into her memory. She would be ready next time she met Silvia on the mat. After about a minute, Silvia stood up, the shit-stained dildo sliding right out of Mackenzie's sphincter. She spit on Mackenzie and told her, "Good game." Yeah, right, bitch. Mackenzie lied there, bracing herself and waiting for her asshole regain its tightness. After a moment, she stood up. Finally, she could go to the toilets and relieve herself. She picked up her uniform and headed to the locker room toilets. Until the bell rang. "Shit!" Mackenzie exclaimed. Even though she didn't need much time to take care of her urgent need, she couldn't go to the toilet now and risk getting a spanking for being tardy. She threw her uniform in her locker, grabbed her school clothes and began walking briskly to class, while putting on articles of clothing. In the hallway, her friends Lydia and Tisha caught up with her. "Game run a little late?" Lydia asked. Mackenzie was too upset to answer and continued dressing. "Oh, guess it didn't go so well." "So, Tisha, how's stripping going?" Mackenzie changed the subject, hopping into her pants. "It's not 'stripping', it's exotic dancing. And it's going well. Coach is thinking of putting me on first chair for the pole dancing squad. And even if I don't make it, I'm just happy with how flexible I'm getting. I didn't know you could get so flexible from sports!" "Well, it's not really a sport," Lydia corrected. "What?" said Tisha. "It's not a sport unless you're putting a ball through a net. It's an exhibition." Lydia said matter-of-factly. "It's in the Olympics!" "So is synchronized swimming." "Well, that's..." "No, that's not a sport either. No ball, no net." "Hey," Mackenzie said suddenly, "What about girl wrestling?" "Well, that's a sport. You're competing against another person, not just yourself," Lydia reasoned. "How is that different from-" Tisha interjected. "Ugh, to be continued." Tisha waved bye as Lydia and Mackenzie entered the class. As soon as the class began, Mackenzie raised her hand. "Mackenzie?" Mr. Perry, the teacher called. "I have to go to the toilet!" she exclaimed, feeling a turd beginning to poke out of her asshole. "Okay, you may go to the hall." She stood up to go. "Scott?" Scott also had raised his hand. "I have to go, too." "Okay, Scott you can go to the boys' room," the teacher told him. "Mackenzie, sit down. You can go after he's done." "Sorry," Scott whispered to Mackenzie as he walked out the door, holding his crotch. Mackenzie sat and cursed Mr. Perry's policy of letting only one student go to the bathroom at one time. What did he think? That she wanted to go have sex with Scott? She squirmed in her seat, attempting to maintain control. She was fighting a losing battle. She had been holding her bowels since that morning and now that her wrestling opponent had loosened up her sphincter, the need to go to the toilet was especially urgent. All she could do was to sit tight and wait for the inevitable, unless she was lucky and Scott would return in the next few minutes. "C'mon, Scott," she mumbled to herself. "Get your ass back here." However, Scott was a boy and, as Mackenzie had noted countless times, boys tended not concern themselves with the troubles of girls. Sure, Scott knew she had to use the hallway facilities, but he likely saw no need to rush back and help her out of her situation. She was, after all, only a girl. Yet, her situation was dire, at least in her humble female opinion. Even though her classmates saw her shit on a daily basis in the hallway toilets, she hadn't had an accident since she was a little girl. Few girls did, unless they were forced to do so by horny boys. To shit herself was to behave like a little child. And so, just as the aroma of Mackenzie's dump slowly spread through the class, a crimson blush spread across her face. Nearby students stared at her. She wondered how long it would take before Mr. Perry smelled the telltale sign that she was unloading in her jeans. Mr. Perry didn't have to smell it. One of her obnoxious classmates alerted him by saying quite loudly, "Ew, Mackenzie shit on herself." The girl that made the statement then covered her nose and face with both hands dramatically to show how badly Mackenzie stunk. Mackenzie sighed. There was at least one in every classroom. Every class had a girl who liked to embarrass other girls to make herself feel better about her own insecurities. Mr. Perry stopped his lecture for a moment and looked at Mackenzie. She bowed her head sheepishly, her shit still flowing out of her ass and into her pants. She knew it was going to be one of her typical large bowel movements. Some that had seen her defecate were surprised that a thin girl could shit so much. Others looked at her round, plump asscheeks and thought it made perfect sense that an ass so rotund could produce so much shit. "Are you done interrupting my class, Mackenzie?" was all Mr. Perry said. Mackenzie lowered her head even further, looking away from her teacher. "It's... it's still coming out." She simply couldn't be any more humiliated. Not only had she shit her pants, but now the whole class knew she took huge, unladylike dumps. "Well, go ahead and finish up," her teacher said irritatedly. "We'll wait." Mackenzie had long given up holding her bowels and doing damage control, but she now actually pushed out her feces, hoping to get it over with and allow the class to move on. She lifted herself off of her seat a little to make more room for her poop. After a few moments, she was mostly done, and reasoned that she could hold the rest in, so she gave the teacher a nod. "Good, now come up here." It seemed that her humiliation had just started. Mackenzie walked to the front of the class, the back of her jeans revealing a large lump. "Take off your pants and panties and put them on that desk over there. Then we'll clean you up." Mackenzie wasn't wearing any underwear, but she took off her jeans carefully and placed them on a desk in the corner of the room. As she walked back to the teacher, a small piece of shit that had clung to her ass fell on the floor. "Ew!" shrieked the same girl as before. "Don't worry about that, Mackenzie," Mr. Perry told her. "Now, lean over my desk. If you want to mess yourself like a baby, I'll treat you like a baby." Mackenzie leaned over and placed her palms flat on her teacher's desk, showing her bare ass to the class. Mr. Perry grabbed a few paper towels from a cabinet, spread the embarrassed girl's shit-encrusted asscheeks and began cleaning her. Mr. Perry tsk-tsked his student while clearing away her feces with the paper towels. His face appeared to express the disappointment and irritation of someone who didn't enjoy humiliating his female students. Also, his tone did not signal any giddiness from the notion of his having more control over his female students' bowels and bladders than they did. He practiced this routine at home in front of a mirror. Mackenzie was relieved at least to have rid herself of the pain of holding in her movement. She felt more relief when Mr. Perry finished wiping her ass and allowed her to sit back down. As she plunked her bare ass onto her chair, she noticed that Scott had come back while she was being cleaned in front of the class. Still pissed at him, she refused to look in his direction. "Good, now that Mackenzie's learned her lesson... David, can you open the windows?" Mr. Perry asked. "And Paige?" The girl who had alerted the class to Mackenzie's accident raised her eyebrows. "Could you clean up this spot on the floor? Mackenzie seems to have dropped something." "Ew," moaned Paige, reluctantly getting up. "Why do I have to clean up Mackenzie's poo?" "Because you're an annoying little bitch," answered Mr. Perry irritably. Mackenzie smiled at his curt insult. Paige cleaned up the mess without another word while the teacher continued his lesson. After class ended, Paige left the classroom, pissed about what Mr. Perry had said to her. All she did was alert the class to Mackenzie's problem. Weren't girls supposed to help other girls behave right? And what a gross task Mr. Perry made her do! She didn't make Mackenzie shit her pants, why should she have to clean it up? She walked passed Mackenzie, who was sitting in a hallway toilet, finishing the dump she had started in class. She cheered up when she saw her boyfriend Dennis in the quad. She threw her arms around Dennis's muscular shoulders and gave him a deep tongue kiss. Even though Dennis's other girlfriend, Amber, was standing right next to him, Paige felt happy. Amber, a pretty Asian girl, had been getting on her nerves lately, but Dennis was good at maintaining a good relationship between his two girlfriends. "I have had the worst day," Paige told Dennis. "I'm sorry to hear that," Dennis responded, looking into her eyes and holding her hand. "How can I make it better?" Amber looked in another direction while the couple talked. "You already have," Paige answered, kissing him again. "Hey, do you want to see that new Bond movie this weekend? I hear the Bond girl gets fisted in it." Dennis sucked his teeth. "Um, can't. I'm going on a skiing and my mom said I can only bring one of you guys, so I'm taking Amber." Seeing Paige's aghast expression, Dennis added, "But it'll be just me and you next weekend, since Amber is going out of town then." "What?! She doesn't even ski!" Amber took a break from pretending not to listen to their conversation and shot Paige an evil glare. "Chill out, jeez. Look, it's already decided. Anyway, I'm going to go hit the can, I'll be back. Be nice." Amber waited until Dennis was out of sight before questioning Paige, "'She doesn't even ski?' What the hell is that?" "You don't," said Paige. "You told me you've never been before." "Yeah, and this will my first time. What's your problem?" "Nothing, he's just been favoring you ever since you let him piss in your mouth." "Oh my god, that is so not true! And what does him pissing on me have to do with anything?" "It is true, and we promised each other that we weren't going to volunteer to do anything unless we both like to do it." "Oh, fuck that. I'm a piss slut. So the fuck what?" "Bullshit. No girl enjoys drinking piss. You did it to impress him." "I do, you fucking prude. I'm sorry if you don't like sex." "Oh, fuck you, bitch. Maybe that's what they call sex in China, but this is America." "I'm Korean, you racist neuter. And I was born here." "Celibate," Paige cursed. "Like you should talk, puritan." "Cold fish." "Frigid idiot." "Virgin," Paige called. Amber narrowed her eyes. She had just learned what the word actually meant a year ago. Amber clenched her fists, but suddenly relaxed her hands and smiled. "Hey, Paige. I heard your mom is a feminist and that's why-" Before Amber could finish talking, Paige slapped her hard across the face. It was true that her mother had tried to secure a few rights for women and was deported out of the country for her ideas, but Paige just told everyone that her mother was dead. Amber screamed and lunged at Paige, swinging her arms wildly. Paige slapped back and began tugging Amber's hair when her hands got stuck in Amber's long, luxurious mane. A small crowd gathered and soon a circle of boys and girls alike were watching the fight. A few of the boys cheered on the fighting girls, yelling "rip her clothes off" and "punch her tits." The girls ignored their audience, mostly pulling each other's hair and occasionally punching one another in the side. "You're not even that pretty," Amber yelled, delivering a weak blow to Paige's ribs. A few of the students scattered when the principal approached to break up the fight. He didn't break up the fight immediately, but instead stood casually at the edge of the surrounding circle of students, watching the two girls wrestle on the ground. He half-smirked, watching the two beautiful and thin girls get sweaty in each other's arms. He sighed, knowing he had to break up the fight eventually. He had half a mind to break it up by pissing on them. Instead of pissing on the girls, however, the principal grabbed the girl on top--which happened to be Paige at the moment--and violently tossed the blonde girl aside. The bruised and tired girls sat quietly as they saw the principal and awaited his punishment. The crowd of boys mostly dispersed. "Look, girls, I don't have the time to deal with you right now," the principal said. "But I know you both know better than to fight like this, right? You could seriously hurt yourselves and boys don't like girls with bruises. Not most boys anyway." The girls just stared at the ground shamefully while the principal lectured them. "Plus, fighting is just plain unladylike. I know you don't want me to call your parents and tell them how you've been misbehaving." Both Amber and Paige looked up at the principal in fear. "I didn't think so. Now, girls, kiss and make up." Amber and Paige, knowing what was expected of them, each leaned crawled towards the other, leaned in, met the other's lips, and began massaging her rival's tongue with her own. After a few seconds of french kissing, the principal left them, mumbling something about how he hoped they had learned their lesson. As the girls watched the principal leave, they noticed Dennis standing amongst the few boys who were still watching the whole event. He looked upset. "That's it, it's over with both of you," Dennis said. The girls both looked aghast. "But-" cried Paige. "If you two can't get along, I have no use for you." "Wait!" said Paige. "I gotta get to class," Dennis dismissed her. And with that, the girls were both available again. Which was fantastic news for the boys who were still standing there. Although females were a resource to be shared with all men, romantic dating between men and women was not discouraged. However, a man was supposed to treat the relationship as an open relationship and not prevent other men from fucking his girlfriend, at least until he married her and made her his wife. Yet, large, muscular boys like Dennis could threaten to beat up any boys that fucked his girlfriends. Society frowned upon this claiming of women outside of the boundaries of marriage, but it was still a common occurrence. This is why the three boys standing next to girls were so happy to hear Dennis break up with them. One of them made Amber give him oral, while the other two double-teamed Paige. The girls reluctantly performed their duties. Not a minute had gone by since they were boyfriendless and these vultures were there to take advantage of their situation. They had found it nice to only fuck one boy (and the occasional adult, who wouldn't be afraid of Dennis's threats) instead of being forced to submit to every horny male in the area. The bell rang and Amber switched from her mouth to her hand, jerking off the boy in front of her so she could tell him that she was going to be late for gym class. He ignored her and pulled her head back to his crotch. Frederick, the boy fucking Paige's mouth, realized she was right. He also had gym class next period and the gymnasium was all the way on the other side of the school. He pulled out of her mouth and used his hand to finish himself off all over Paige's face. "Gotta go, bitch!" Frederick said as Paige wiped the cum off of her face. The boy behind Paige kept pounding away at her pussy. "How about you?" Paige asked him impatiently. "You gonna finish up anytime soon?" "I don't have any class this period," he answered, plowing her pussy. She sighed, realizing she was going to be late to class, just like Amber was. Frederick ran to the gymnasium, changed into his physical education uniform and sat down next his friends. The group of boys chattered noisily about video games and football and the like. Frederick listened in quietly to the conversation until he suddenly piped up about something he had been curious about. "Any of you guys ever rim a girl?" he asked. "What?! No!" Justin said. "Ha ha, I've been rimmed," Rory laughed. "Dude, why would you want to do that?" Jeremy asked. "Well," Frederick shrugged, "It sounds kinda cool." "Yeah, well, I ate a girl's pussy before," Jeremy told him. "It doesn't taste good." "I know that." "You've eaten vagina before?" Justin asked. "No..." "Then how do you know?" "You're missing the point," Frederick told him, growing frustrated. "It's not whether it tastes good. It's just that sometimes you look at girls' buttholes and you wanna see what it'd be like to ...lick her butthole." As his friends began laughing at him, he added, "Like a nipple. You guys suck nipples, right?" "Whatever, buttmunch," Jeremy said. Before Frederick could insult him back, the PE teacher walked into the gym and all the boys quieted down. "Basketball today," he said, chucking a couple of basketballs into the crowd of seated boys. He walked back into his office to resume drinking. While the boys played basketball, the girls sat quietly on the floor in the fitness room waiting to see what they would learn today. A young, thin, energetic woman with a brilliant smile entered the room. "You girls are in for some luck!" the PE teacher, Miss Bell, told the girls. "Today we're going to learn something that is not only fun, but is necessary to every young woman to know. I refer, of course, to eating pussy!" The girls grimaced with displeasure. "Now, I know, I know, GROAN!" She made a mock grimace, imitating the students' attitudes. "But if you've ever gotten really good head from a girl, you'll know that it can be positively amazing." She looked them in the eyes, leaned forward and quietly said, "And it drives the boys crazy." Amber cocked her head, interested. She, like many girls, knew the importance of pleasing boys and how it could land her a good husband in the future. "Whether a boy has made you do it already or you've yet to try it, every woman eats pussy sometime... because so many men enjoy the sight of two women having sex. And no, it doesn't make you a lesbian, if that's what you're wondering. It's just like kissing. You can still be heterosexual and engage in oral sex with another female. ...But it helps if you're bisexual," Miss Bell said, winking. "Now, we're going to start off our oral lesson with something more familiar. I'm guessing most of you have never tasted another woman's nectar before. So, we'll start off with eating ass, something you've all surely done to a boy. After all, girls taste just the same back there as boys. So, who wants to be the first to start? Anyone?" She looked over her students, but none of the girls seemed to want to be the first to try real lesbian sex. "None of you girls has a slight lesbian leaning?" The girls were quiet and avoided her gaze. "Ramona, you have short hair. Come on up here." Ramona started regretting her pixyish haircut as she walked in front of all the other girls. "Sit here," Miss Bell instructed, dropping her panties and lifting her tennis skirt. Long tanned legs led up to a perfect tight bubble of an ass under her white skirt. Miss Bell smiled back at Ramona and told her to lick her ass as if she were a boy. Ramona reluctantly leaned forward, opened wide and began licking the crack of her teacher's ass. "Very good, Ramona. See, that's not so bad! And I'm a lot less hairy than what you're used to licking!" "Now the rest of you girls pair off with your gym partner and lick her ass just like Ramona is doing to me now. Just pick someone to go first and we'll switch off. Then, once we're all comfortable licking another woman's genitals, we'll switch to vaginal-oral sex." Miss Bell looked over her students as Ramona buried her nose deep in her teacher's ass. "Very good, Amber. That's good technique. Wendy, we're not licking asscheeks. We're licking assholes. You girls are doing wonderfully- Oh, fuck yeah, Ramona, lick my asshole..." After gym, the girls hit the showers. Some of the boys began walking through the girls' shower room, as it was located near the exit to the boys' locker room. It was a bit inconvenient in the way that the boys would often get their shoes wet, but the school was designed with the idea that males should always be afforded nice scenery. Justin saw Rosemary showering and walked up to her. "Hey, Rosemary," Justin said. She turned to him. Rosemary was a very beautiful girl. She had such lovely, smooth cocoa brown skin; a warm smile between a pair of round cheeks; and large eyes that completely hypnotized Justin every time he saw them. He really liked Rosemary and became nervous around her, even though he had already fucked her several times. "What's up, Justin?" she responded, smiling her perfect smile. "Nothing. Hey, you look pretty today." She looked bashfully at the wet floor momentarily. "Thank you." Part of the reason Justin was so nervous was that he had never "really" kissed a girl. He'd kissed and made out with many girls and fucked more girls than he could count. But he had yet to have a girl kiss him back, not because it was her duty as an American female, but because she enjoyed his company. Justin knew this was old-fashioned and, even worse, romantic. Yet he couldn't help how he felt. "Hey, so how did that class project turn out?" he asked. "Not so well. We didn't finish it and Mrs. Krebs gave us a D. But if we study hard for the exam, it'll balance it out." She shrugged. Justin smiled. He loved her optimism. Not much could get her down in the dumps and when she was sad, he could usually cheer her up again. He looked down at her curvy, wet body and then back to her face. He really wanted to kiss her right then. He could do it, and she wouldn't be able to object. But he'd rather just let it just happen. He was going to enjoy it much more if he kissed her when she wanted to be kissed. "Hey, well, I gotta go. I'll see you after school?" "See ya there, cutie," she answered. Justin left the girls' showers, the word "cutie" ringing in his head. On the other side of the showers, Ramona lathered up her body while talking to her friend Harriet, suddenly giving a short squeak when she felt a finger slide up her ass. "Hello, Ramona," said Jeremy as he wiggled his finger into her asshole. "You looked like you might want a Dirty Sanchez." "Hi, Jeremy," Ramona said quietly. She stopped washing herself and pushed her ass out so Jeremy could finger her more easily and without getting his clothes wet from the shower. She enjoyed the feeling of anal penetration, but wished he would be less rough with her anus. Once Jeremy had pushed his index finger all the way in, he quickly withdrew it and looked at it. "Very clean," he said, a tone of commendation in his voice. "I don't think I'll be able to do anything with this." Ramona half-smiled. He pushed his finger into her mouth for her to suck the anal essence off and he left after she had done so. Ramona turned back to her friend to continue her conversation. "So anyway, Harriet..." Ramona began. Ramona started laughing as she saw Harriet shamefully scrubbing away the shit mustache that Frederick had just given her. Harriet could still smell the shit under her nostrils as she stood in the cafeteria line. "That fucking asshole," she muttered. Ramona couldn't resist a jab at her friend. "Him or yours?" she asked, giggling. "Oh, eat shit," Harriet grumbled. Before Ramona could respond, Harriet added, "Don't even say it." When they sat down at the table, their other friend, Becca, was already there waiting. She noticed Harriet looked pissed off. "What's wrong?" Becca asked. "Oh, she's having a shitty day," Ramona answered, cackling with laughter. "Oh, got dirty sanchezed, huh? That sucks. They've done that to me countless times." Ramona was serious for a moment. "Yeah, cheer up." Ramona said. "It's cupcake day." Then Ramona looked at Becca and realized her attempt to cheer up one friend had saddened the other. "Oh, sorry." Becca looked down at her lunch. Whereas her friends and everyone else in the cafeteria had real food like sloppy joes and pizza, all Becca got was a salad and a banana. She had been put on a diet when school health officials noticed she had gained a little weight. She felt it was unfair, since she wasn't medically obese or anything, like some women in other countries were allowed to get. But the health officials said that she was too plump and that she'd have to lose 15 to 20 pounds. "It's okay," Harriet said. "I don't even want mine." She pushed her tray towards Becca. "Seriously?" Becca asked. Harriet nodded. "You are awesome!" Becca exclaimed, taking the cupcake and looking around to see if anyone was watching. She slowly bit into the delicious pastry, savoring the moment. It had been a few days since she had sweets. Her stupid parents were following the school's advice of keeping her on the diet at home. "You have a little frosting on your lip," Ramona told Becca. "It looks like cum!" Harriet finally smirked. "It might be cum," Becca said half-seriously. "You never know with the boys at this school, I wouldn't put it past them to cum on all the cupcakes." "But then they would be eating cum, too," Ramona pointed out. "Boys wouldn't eat their own cum." "They should have to. Get a taste of their own medicine." "Literally!" Harriet added. While the girls laughed and talked, the Johns walked up to them. "Hey, what's up, Ramona?" John H. said. "Yo, Ra-mon-a," said John J. "So, John J. is having this party on Friday... you think you want to come?" "It's gonna be tight!" "Good music, good people... whaddya think?" "Um, I don't think so," Ramona quietly answered. "Aw, c'mon, Ramona," John H. said. "Ramona, c'mon!" said John J. "Why not?" "Because last time," Ramona reminded them, "you guys paddled me until my ass bled." The Johns snickered, remembering the drunken wooden paddling incident. "Aw, that was a one-time thing, Ramona," John H. said. "It won't happen again," said John J. "Scout's honor." John H. held up his hand to show the sincerity of his words. "Was you a scout?" asked John J. of John H. "I was a scout." "Wow, then there is some honor in that what he just said there," said John J. "Look," Becca said to the boys, "she said she's not going." "Who asked you?" said John J. "Wait, aren't you that girl that got us in trouble for spanking Ramona that one time?" John H. said. "You guys knew you can't use a ruler on girls in school," Becca told them, folding her arms and staring them down. The boys stared at her angrily. "Bitch," John H. said. "If you weren't so fucking fugly, I'd have half a mind to cum on your fat face," said John J. "Too bad for you, I guess," responded Becca. The boys were quiet for a moment. There was nothing they could do to Becca, unless they wanted to fuck her. Then John H. noticed something. "Hey, aren't you on a diet?" John H. said. Becca looked down at her half-eaten cupcake. He turned around, looked for an adult and yelled, "Teacher, she's breaking her diet!" The teacher happened to be a health official and he walked over immediately as Becca cursed the Johns. She looked pleadingly at her friends, but they looked away, not wanting to cover for her. Sure, either one of them could claim to be eating the cupcake and hope that the health official would take the girls' word over some delinquent boys, but an adult trusting girls over boys was a near impossibility and the punishment they'd receive for lying would be as bad or worse as whatever punishment Becca was about to receive. Becca looked at the approaching teacher, then back at her friends. "I'm sorry, but I already got spanked this morning," Harriet explained. Ramona merely looked away, avoiding Becca's eyes. "What's going on here?" the teacher asked. "Yo, teach," said John J., pointing to the cupcake on Becca's tray. "Cupcake." He pointed at Becca. "Fat girl." "Thank you, son, you can go to your seat now." The Johns went back to their table, only to move closer and watch the action. "Did you eat this cupcake?" Becca hesitantly said yes. "Look, Becca, when you graduate, you can eat as much as you want and get as big as you like. You probably won't be able to find a husband or a job, but that's between you and the government." He leaned in towards Becca. "You know what they say about fat girls," he said quietly, with great sincerity. "They grow up to work at fetish brothels with the rest of the freaks. You don't want that, do you?" Becca shook her head. "Of course not," he continued. "And while you're a student here, we can't permit you gaining weight. We here at the school are responsible for your health and fitness. So I am punishing you for your own good, in hopes that you'll learn to control your impulses. Strip down." Becca began taking off her clothes, looking at the floor with glassy eyes. A few of the students began watching as they noticed a girl getting nude in the cafeteria. "Shameful," the official said, noticing her overly round hips and thighs. He collected her clothes when she was completely nude. "Now, I want you to walk from this end of the cafeteria to the other end, slowly, so everyone can see your shameful body." Becca walked to the close end of the cafeteria, regretting ever taking that cupcake. As the nude Becca took her place at one end of the main aisle of the cafeteria, the teacher shouted, "Girls, this is what happens when you don't take care of your body. The official stepped back away from the main aisle, knowing what the kids were going to do next. Becca took three slow steps before the first grape hit her from across the cafeteria. This lone grape was followed by a series of food items as all the students began throwing food at Becca. Pizza slices, sloppy joe meat, fruit from fruit cups, salad toppings, even the occasional milk carton pelted her head. She totally expected it from the boys. Even the boys that were usually nice liked to join in on spirited school-wide events like this. It was the girls throwing food at her that confused her. Couldn't they sympathize with her? Harriet and Ramona sympathized, sadly watching Becca's ordeal from their table. But other girls giggled and threw food. It seemed that even girls couldn't resist having a little fun. Becca shielded her head from the damage of apples and full milk cartons, but this did nothing to stop the assault on her back, buttocks, legs and arms. A particularly vicious boy bounced an apple off of her thighs at close range. She cried out in pain, though truly the worst part of this punishment was her humiliation. Her humiliation became complete as the crowd slowly started chanting, "Fatty... fatty... fatty." She sobbed as the air got thick with flying food, some students completely missing her and hitting others. As she got close to the other end of the cafeteria, there was little food left to throw. The students who didn't want to get pelted with flying food could now simply walk up to her and dump their plates and bowls over her head. She recognized a boy from her English class who stood in front of her and squirted his juice box in her face. The students didn't ration their food well and the last twenty steps she had to go were free of projectile food, though an occasional boy would walk up to her and spit on her or slap her ass or tits. They were still chanting "Fatty" until she reached the end of her journey at the other side of the cafeteria. The health official was there to meet her at the end of her walk of shame. "You're going on a semen-only diet for the next two days," he said. Becca winced. "And you can collect your clothes after school." With that, he walked away. John J. walked up to Becca and yelled to the crowd, "Now who wants to fuck her ass?" He began laughing at his own proposal, but continued on: "Huh? Who wants to pork the porker?!" Becca cleaned the food and spitballs off of her body while John J. tried to move the crowd to action. "Nobody, eh? Don't blame ya." John J. then removed his belt, eager to put it to use. Although spanking with instruments was prohibited for boys, Becca recoiled in fear, imagining that the official would let John's overly violent actions slide after her little dietary transgression. "No, that's not necessary," said Sam. John put his belt away as Sam hungrily eyed Becca's body. Becca was thankful. She could tolerate an assfucking, but John's belt would have hurt for weeks. Sam grabbed a bunch of napkins and cleaned off Becca's ass and pussy so he wouldn't get dirty. "Thank you," Becca whispered to her savior. But Becca's gratitude was premature. No sooner had Sam unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out than he demanded, "Now oink for me." "What?" Becca asked in disbelief. She couldn't get a break today. "Oink for me," Sam repeated, pressing his dick against her backside. Just as her face had returned to its normal color, she felt her cheeks grow red again. "Do it." "Uhhh okay," she sputtered as his dick invaded her ass. "Oink," she said reluctantly. She hated herself. "C'mon, piggy, gimme some real oinks." This was awful. She hated Sam for fooling her into thinking he was nice. Boys would never be nice to her. Not like Ramona, who'd had a couple of boyfriends, or Harriet, who met that handsome stranger that fucked her the way she wanted to be fucked. No, she was just an outcast to be made fun of and called names whenever boys gave her a pity fuck. She grew angry and wondered when Sam was going to be done. "Oink, oink, oink," she droned. "No, piggy, make it sound real. You have to inhale, like this..." Sam sucked in his breath and let out a whine that would make any ranch hand jealous, all the while stirring Becca's insides. Becca was flabbergasted. How the fuck did he make that noise? She tried to imitate it: "Weee weee wee." "No, you have to suck into your diaphragm." He repeated his bestial whine. Becca half-heartedly tried again, but had no idea what he meant. "Wee, wee, wee," she said in a high-pitched voice, while breathing in. She knew that no matter what, he was going to cum in her ass and then she would get to leave, so what was the point in degrading herself further? Thinking about it further, she decided things would only get worse if Sam got frustrated with her; so to compensate for her inadequate pig squealing noises, she began snorting like a pig. It worked for Sam. "Yeah! That's great! Snort, piggy!" He began slamming into her ass, as she began to suspect him of zoophilia. "Uh, so good, do you want to eat this or should I cum in your butt?" Becca was not a fan of swallowing cum, especially from boys she didn't like. However, she only had one bite of that cupcake and never touched her salad, so she was starving. "Cum in my mouth," she said humbly. Sam pulled out and placed his cock in her mouth. "Suck it out," he demanded. Becca winced at the taste. "What's the matter?" he asked. "I thought pigs liked playing in the mud!" She cast her eyes down at the floor and sucked on his grungy tool until he came, reluctantly swallowing his juices to sate her hunger. Sam, having gotten his rocks off, left to join his friends. After getting permission from the health official, Becca walked to the gym to shower off her dirty body. "I probably do look like a pig now," she thought as she walked sulkily to the gym. Nude and sticky, she left footprints on her way out of the cafeteria. On the way she passed the Spanish teacher, who was sitting and grunting on the women's faculty toilets. Also devoid of any privacy, they were the same as the girls' toilets, only slightly cleaner since only the faculty could use them. "Hola, Señora Moreno," Becca greeted her. Mrs. Moreno smiled kindly at her as she passed. Mrs. Moreno was stopped up, a common condition for pregnant women. And by her full belly, it was clear to everyone that she was pregnant. While she pushed, her friend and fellow teacher, Miss Johnson, sat down next to her. "How are you, Ana? How's the baby?" Miss Johnson asked as she let a torrent of piss into the toilet. "The baby's fine, I'm just a little stopped up right now," Mrs. Moreno responded. "Sorry to hear that. You should try more fiber. So, have you and John found out the sex of the baby?" Miss Johnson wiped her pussy dry. "Yes, we went to the doctor over the weekend." "Well, don't keep me waiting!" Miss Johnson exclaimed. "Inquiring minds want to know!" "It's a girl." "Oh, wonderful!" she cried. "A girl is a wonderful thing," Miss Johnson said, reciting the exact words of the government's latest ad campaign. The Spanish teacher smiled and then grunted, focusing on her bowels. Miss Johnson could tell she was uncomfortable with what she had just said. She looked Mrs. Moreno in the face and repeated solemnly, "A girl is a wonderful thing." "Yes, it is," Mrs. Moreno said. The bell rang and the hallway cleared of students. The two women were alone. Miss Johnson looked at her friend with concern. She had finished peeing long ago, but waited to see if her friend was alright. "Ana." "Look," Mrs. Moreno began, "I know I'm doing my American duty to have a girl and make the world a better place for men. And I'm happy to do it. A girl is truly a blessing." She paused. "But aren't men the reason why we're here? Aren't they the reason for society?" Miss Johnson placed her hand on Mrs. Moreno's hand sympathetically. "I just want my child to be special." "Your child will be special," Miss Johnson assured her. "And you have plenty of more years to have boys. ...I have to go to class, I'll talk to you later, Ana." Miss Johnson walked to class, leaving her sad friend behind at the faculty toilets. After class, Miss Johnson cleaned the blackboard. The end of another school day. She couldn't wait to get home and into a hot bath. She was thinking about how relaxing her afternoon would be when she saw a familiar figure in the doorway. "I remember you..." she smiled. The young man entered the classroom. "Winston," he reminded her. "Winston Hughes." "Oh yes, Winston! How are you?" Miss Johnson made small talk with her former student and he caught her up to speed on the last few years. He was in college, pursing a degree in law and happened to be back in the area. Miss Johnson was happy to see one of her star students was doing well, but wondered if he was back here just to talk or if he had other reasons. There was a break in the conversation and they smiled politely at each other until Winston placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back onto her desk. Miss Johnson stopped smiling and obediently leaned back on her desk and opened her legs. He pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. "I always liked you," Winston said softly, unzipping his jeans. She involuntarily shuddered as he fed his hard dick into the warm folds of her pussy. He pulled her blouse up. "And I always liked your tits. When I was in your class, I always fantasized about cumming all over your tits." Although Winston had grown into a handsome young man, Miss Johnson didn't think of him that way. She saw him as little Winston Hughes, bright and eager student. Such was the problem with being a female teacher. You never knew if and when your male students would grow up and come back to fuck you. Miss Johnson didn't want to fuck Winston, but he was a grown man and no longer her student. Legally, she couldn't refuse. "Oh, Miss Johnson!" he cried out, fucking her hard against the desk. "Call me Tracy," Miss Johnson requested. "But... it's so hot... when I call you Miss Johnson!" Winston pulled out, walked over to the side of the desk and came all over her tits. "Thank you," he said, kissing her cheek. He let her suck him clean and left. Miss Johnson went to the hallway lavatory to clean up. As she wiped away Winston's cum with paper towels, she wondered why her company and the pleasure of seeing her wasn't enough for him. Why did he have to ruin the moment by making it about sex? she wondered. Justin ran past Miss Johnson in the hallway, slowing only to catch a glimpse of her washing her bare breasts. He then resumed speed and ran to the football field, where he met up with Rosemary. "Sorry I'm late," he said. "Mr. Green was really on my ass today." "That's okay," Rosemary said. "He does that sometimes." Justin paused for second, wondering if she was being literal or not. He shrugged it off and grabbed her hand. "Let me show you something." It felt really good to touch her, and he felt full of life with her hand tightly holding his. They ran under the bleachers. Justin pointed to a flower near one of the supports for the bleachers. "Look at that." "A flower?" Rosemary was confused. "Yeah. Even without, like, hardly any light, and, like, no one's watering this, but this flower broke through concrete to bloom. Isn't that crazy? Life can bloom anywhere at any time. I dunno, I just..." He looked up at her and she was staring at him, her cheeks round in a sweet smile. It was her face of admiration. She was impressed by his sensitivity. He sat there, in awe of her lovely features. He knew he should kiss her, but he was too nervous to move. She leaned forward and kissed him. Justin's first kiss was sweet. He felt it start at his lips, but a tingling sensation burned through his face and vibrated through his entire body. He reached out and held her head, pulling her in and kissing her harder. She was closing and opening her lips in some sort of rhythm and he felt like he was probably doing it wrong. But he then ignored his fears, reasoning that as long as she was kissing him he was doing something right. They fell to the ground, sucking on each other's lips and letting their tongues intertwine. Justin's hands slid down to Rosemary's ass. How he wanted her. After a few minutes of making out, they broke apart, breathing hot and heavy. Rosemary turned to Justin and said what she thought was the most intimate thing she could say. "Wanna watch me shit?" she asked him. She was shocked when Justin turned her offer down. She thought all boys were into that. In the end, he came with her, not to watch her defecate, but to spend time with her. He'd seen so many girls and women defecate that it didn't gross him out, but it didn't turn him on either. After she finished shitting in the girl fountain and had washed her asshole, they resumed kissing, her pants still around her knees. Justin rubbed her body, pressing a finger against her asshole. He wanted it so bad, despite what she had just done. He could force her to take it there, but knew that some girls didn't like anal very much. Justin swallowed. "Do you like it in the butt?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Rosemary smiled. "What do you think I just cleared myself out for?" This response made Justin's already hard dick even harder. Justin helped the beautiful girl out of her pants and barely had his own pants around his thighs when he had her on all fours, and was poking at his chocolate beauty's chocolate socket. "Yes, fuck me," she cooed. "Fuck my ass, Justin, and make me cum!" Justin happily obliged. |