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Subject: The Lucinda Foxton School of Harlotry (02)
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Date: 1997/01/01
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Lucinda Foxton - 2
The Lucinda Foxton School of Harlotry
by
Jetstream
Part Two
Charlotte in trouble
The next morning, the first class for the new girls was held in
the Sperm Lab. This was a large room like a chemistry lab, with
mysterious apparatus placed on the benches. The tutor was a full
lipped brunette in her late twenties, who addressed the girls casually.
"Hi, I just want to do a quick check before we get started, so
could I just have a quick show of hands: who here has actually had
experience of facial comes before?" Six or seven hands shot proudly
up, having lost the reticence of the previous day. Their teacher
smiled knowingly. "Yes, I`m not talking about blow-jobs, here - I
don`t mean tidy little comes in the back of your throat from your
boyfriend, where you swallow a teaspoonful of salty fluid, and he
looks at you as if he'll love you forever." The hands became a little
more hesitant, two of them finally dropping down, crestfallen. "Who
here has had an adult dick splatter a full load of spunk in their
faces, possibly getting it in their eyes, and up their nose?" Only two
hands remained - Charlotte's and that of a blue-eyed freckle-faced
redhead called Helen. The teacher made a note. "Thank you, hands
down," she said. "You see, the problem with facial comes is not just
getting to like sperm - or spunk, as I prefer to call it, - though you
will have to do that, but learning not to react adversely to it. You
see, men's spunk is not under their control. Their cocks flip up, and
suddenly it's spurting all over the place - in your eyes, your nose,
your ears, maybe over your clothes, where you didn't want it,
shooting over your hair which you've just had very expensively
done. The trouble is, if you've landed a major porn part, and you've
just given your stud the most amazing blow-job, curling your tongue
around and over his cock, so that you've almost got the producer
creaming HIS pants, and then you flinch as soon as his spunk starts
shooting, then you've ruined the come-shot. You remember the old
adage 'The customer is right?' Well, you should always be thinking
to yourselves, 'the spunk is always right' It doesn't matter if that
sounds silly, it'll stick in your heads, which, incidentally is what the
spunk'll do unless you wash it out' Some of the girls tittered at this
weak pun, but most were thinking deeply about the significance of
her words. 'What that means is that wherever the spunk goes is
right. Love it, no matter what.'
She wandered over to the apparatus. 'What we have here is a
number of syringes which will, at a randomly programmed moment,
simulate an ejaculation. They contain a tasteless fluid of the same
colour and consistency of spunk. We want you to play with these
things, pretending that they are cocks, and trying NOT to react
adversely when they spunk you.'
And so the girls got down to the activity. The syringes were
shaped like big vibrators with a hole at the top, and they soon
discovered that at any moment, a viscous grey fluid would erupt
from the tip of the cocks, and spray them wherever it was. The girls
worked in pairs, advising each other on their reactions whenever a
'come' took place, pumping their faces with come, splattering a new
bra, shooting over a knickered mound.
Most of the class looked like they had received a multiple gang-
bang when the door opened and a bemused messenger boy entered.
They giggled at him as he shyly approached the teacher.
"The head wants to see Charlotte Pennyworth." he said.
*
"I suppose you think that because we are a school of harlotry
we have no standards, is that it?" said the headmaster, as Charlotte
stood, head bowed, at his desk. She had anticipated something of
this kind, so had played along by wearing the full schoolgirl gear:
black court shoes, black stockings and suspenders, white cotton
knickers, pleated blue skirt above the knee, a crisp regulation white
blouse, and a frilly white bra. Her hair had a single ribbon in it.
"N-no sir," she stammered convincingly.
"It was a disgraceful display, absolutely disgraceful! Golden
showers are for graduates only, and especially not in the dining
hall!"
"No sir."
"You say 'no sir,' but I'm not convinced. What's to stop it
happening again? I mean, how full is your bladder now?"
"Completely, sir."
"What? When was the last time you went to the lavatory?"
"Last night, sir" she admitted, loving her little play-act.
"What? Did you not even go this morning?"
"I was late for school sir, so I didn't have time.." She was even
managing to affect an innocent little lisp.
"Good god, girl! It's despicable! So I suppose you're standing
here quite desperate to go, are you?"
"Desperate!" she declared and moved her hand to clutch at her
groin through her skirt.
"Take that hand away at once!" he shouted. "A big girl like
you doesn't need her hand to keep her piss in!"
Dutifully she took her hand away, and immediately a spray of
golden fluid spurted from under her skirt, quickly dying to a little
trickle down her stockings. The headmaster watched in outrage at
this misbehaviour.
"This has gone far enough. Since you insist on immersing
yourself in perverse debauchery, you will learn about the subject
from me. You will be spanked, buggered, and then and only then
will you be allowed to piss. Is that clear?"
Charlotte was managing a few tears from her eyes now, as well
as those that she had shed from between the lips of her vagina, and
she nodded shamefully.
"Right. Take those knickers down to your ankles and bend
over my desk"
Doing as she was told, Charlotte pulled the piss-sodden gusset
of her M&S panties down over her stockings until they rested
against her high-heels and bent over the headmaster's desk,
supporting herself on her elbows.
Charlotte's buttocks were nothing if not pert: each globe was
defined sharply by a clear crease where it met her thigh. Between
them sprouted the dampened whiskers of her dark hairy cunt, and
the animal rudeness of her plump labia, themselves still glistening -
partly with the residue of her impromtu urination, but also, as the
more careful observer would have noted, with a slick film of creamy
teenage arousal. Higher up in the deep cleft sat the brown nut of her
tight little anus, flexing and twitching as if in preparation for its
later
punishment. Across this bottom was superimposed a triangle of
creamy flesh where her bikini bottoms had resisted her summer tan
- not because she was too shy to sunbathe naked, but because she
knew that the effect was erotic.
It was onto this bottom that the headmaster brought his hand
resoundingly, making the flesh of her arsecheeks wobble and redden
repeatedly. The pain of this was real enough for Charlotte, and the
humiliation genuine, and she began to cry, large tears dropping off
her nose onto the head's blotter.
"Ohhohhh! PLEASE stop, I promise I'll be a good girl in
future..." she begged.
To the sadistic head this was an added bonus - he hadn't
expected real tears from a hardened case like this. His groin itched
all the more as he continued spanking the girl's marvellous bottom.
"You're going to take your punishment, you little strumpet!" he
declared.
"Oh NooooOOOO!" she whined, and lost control of her
bladder for a moment. Piss bubbled up from above her hanging
clitoris and dribbled like water from a leaking tap through the long
hairs below it, soaking a set of essays the headmaster had been
marking entitled "'The come-shot is an essential element of modern
pornography'. Discuss "
"And stop that pissing at once! You're not a six-year-old!"
"I'm sorry," she sobbed, "it's just that I'm so desperate!"
"Well you should go to the toilet in the morning then, shouldn't
you?" he scolded as he ceased his spanking and produced his large
circumcised cock from the fly of his suit. " Stay where you are,
your punishment isn't over yet. I hope your bowels aren't full as
well, or this could get very messy indeed. " She gave a look over her
shoulder, her tousled hair stuck to her tear-stained face, to see him
producing a tube of clear jelly, which he squeezed onto her
arsehole. Her heart sank - he WAS going to bugger her! She had
just thought it was an idle threat, but suddenly the nose of his cock
was pressing against her sphincter, and she knew from experience
that the only option was to relax and let it in.
She had once remarked that buggery was like shitting
backwards and it was this thought which occurred to her now as this
big, hot slippery stool of a cock pressed right up into her rectum,
stretching her insides to the hilt, before slipping almost all the way
out again. leaving her a hint of the satisfaction of voiding herself
before her bowels were once more full of him.
The physiological effects of her arse-fucking were so
extraordinary that her poor lower regions got completely confused.
Her vagina opened up, hungry to be filled with the big cock
satisfying her neighbour, and her little sister, Charlotte's pisshole,
automatically followed suit. It wasn't easy for Charlotte to stop it
this time, with the effects of the cock pumping in and out of her
bum, and the headmaster soon felt the hot spray bathing his
testicles, and soaking the trousers of his suit.
At this, he appeared to lose his temper, and pulled himself
roughly from Charlotte's arse, and tried to turn her, awkwardly,
onto her back. Her piss was trickling all over her skirt and her
stockings not to mention over his clothes and desk. She looked at
him frightened of what he might do next, not understanding what he
wanted.
"Right, come on then, come on!" he muttered, as he pulled her
legs up and apart, and struggled to get her knickers out of the way
of her ankles. As he opened her thighs and got his first good look at
her beaver, the right way up, her pussy was still giving little squirts.
"You can do it now, you can do the lot now!" he shouted, as a little
rivulet trickled over her buttock without being replenished, holding
his cock inches from her pussy. She had lifted herself onto her
elbows, and now realised what was on his mind. She was in control
again and he knew it, and she could afford to fix him with a look of
playful contempt.
"What? Is that it?" he screamed. "That had better not be all
you've got, my girl, or there'll be serious trouble"
Charlotte lay there, propped up, her vagina flexing and
twitching at him in defiance, its skins bathed in her slick
lubrications.
How obscene her labia were, so thick, so floppy for such a young
girl! Because of the angle at which she was laying, her right labium
now slowly flopped back across her open vagina and stuck there
with her sticky fluids. "Show's over" her face seemed to say.
"You haven't done enough!" shouted the headmaster. "I
demand you piss now, even if you don't need - "
The very noise of the blast cut out his last words, as her cunt-
flap was pushed aside with the force of the jet of piss which sprayed
from her hole straight onto his naked helmet. The Trevi fountain
could have done no better. She was a water-nymph erupting her
golden piss forth with the power of a fire hydrant. Without even
touching his cock, the headmaster ejaculated spontaneously, the first
spurt of semen oozing out and being instantly washed away in the
flow of Charlotte's urine, but the second showed that the
headmaster had a force of his own, as a surging squirt of creamy,
pungent spunk leapt up onto Charlotte's blouse, streaking her tie.
Remembering her lesson of the morning, Charlotte contained her
surprise, and put forth her tongue just in time to receive a dollop of
salty cream into her mouth, as his second spurt jerked across her
breasts, her throat and her face.
Charlotte went straight down to lunch from the headmaster's
room. She hadn't bothered to clean up. After all, her classmates
were all wearing creamy splatterings with pride. The only thing
distinguishing her was the smell of genuine sperm coming off her.
That, and the piss-stains. But her friends were coming to expect that
of her.
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