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Subject: The Lucinda Foxton School of Harlotry (03)
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Lucinda Foxton - 3
The Lucinda Foxton School of Harlotry
by
Jetstream
Part Three
Gusset Management
"A girl's best friend is her gusset," declared the rather attractive
young man in their first lesson of the rather enigmatically titled
'Gusset Management' course. "Who is prepared to show me theirs?"
The girls smiled as they looked to see if anyone would volunteer.
"Don't worry, I graduated in Knicker Maintenance - there's nothing
that could shock me. Somebody wearing a skirt, preferably - Rania,
how about you?" A dark Arabian with full breasts and bottom
grinned, and looked round at the other girls before getting to her feet
and going to the front of the class.
"Right, just sit on the desk for the moment - the rest of you,
would you like to gather round so that you can all see clearly." All of
the perfumed young teenage girls in the room left their seats, and
clustered at the front. "Now Rania, would you just maybe lift your
leg a bit, just as you would if you were trying to flash your
knickers."
Rania nonchalantly lifted her foot to the desk, exposing the
smooth underside of her soft brown thighs, and then all the way up
to her white-knickered pussy.
"Right, that's good," said the teacher, "so what have we got?
We can see that Rania's wearing some simple cotton knickers,
possibly bought from M&S -" Rania looked at him in mock anger.
"I am Palestinian!" The politics of this fact was lost on the
teacher.
"Oh sorry. Well, anyway, some simple white cotton knickers.
We also see that Rania is sufficiently generously endowed with
pubic hair to overflow her gusset quite considerably. If any of you
are in this fortunate position, I would suggest that you don't try to
get rid of it until you know what your career is going to be. Many
concubines, especially Middle-Eastern ones, are preferred to be
hairy, and lots of Western men too, find the sight of thick dark hair
bushing from a girl's knickers very arousing. Sure, if you've got to
shave your outer labia, or maybe even your whole pussy for a job,
then do it. But don't do it automatically. It can sometimes take a
long time to grow back." He paused as they took notes. Near his
elbow, a leggy six-foot blonde with a snub nose and breasts swelling
fruitfully from the front of her lycra body jotted "Don't shave c.
unless reqd."
"Okay Rania, let's take a closer look, can we? Just pull your
skirt up and sit at the edge of the desk. " Her knickers and her
pleasantly plumpish tummy were now completely revealed. Her
dark pubic hair extended in a thin line to her navel, and her knickers
were brief and high-cut."Oh, yes! This is very fine. If I may say so,
Rania, you have an excellently packed gusset here. Can you see
girls? We can see from the outline of her gusset that Rania is a very
well endowed young lady: can you see how she bulges and fills out
her panties there? If we look very closely, we can almost see the
prominent knob of Rania's clitoris, and the subtle ridges in her labia.
My bet is that you have sometimes been embarrassed about the
appearance of your lips, is that right?"
The elegant Arabian pouted. "When I was a little girl, say about
twelve or thirteen, and they started to grow, I used to feel a bit
embarrassed in the showers and that, but I've got used to them
now."
The teacher drew a deep breath. "Th-that's right, Rania, you
should be proud, because lips like yours are very rare. Who here
thinks their pussy lips are too big?" Five hands shot up. "Well you
shouldn't," he continued. "For everyone who likes a little virginal
slit, there are many who prefer a nice fleshy cleft." There was more
furious scribbling of notes, though to what purpose, he didn't fully
understand.
"Before we go on, I think we can say that Rania has taught us
the first lesson of gusset management. Ensure that any knickers or
panties you wear are able to accommodate your vaginal parts
comfortably. Some girls are able to wear g-strings and thongs with
no problem, as their pussies are to all intents and purposes lipless.
But those of you with bigger bulges below will need to ensure that
there is enough room in the bottom of your knickers to cup your
cunt-lips comfortably. A similar observation applies even with things
like French Knickers and Teddies, which are loose around the
vulva, since a dangling clit can become seriously chafed if there is
not enough room in them." As he said all this, he could see one girl
trying to rearrange her knickers through the fabric of her jeans.
"Now, we've all seen Rania's knicker gusset, so let's move on
to an inspection of its contents..." Rania blushed as she shot the
teacher a surprised look.
"It's contents?" she questioned. "I thought it was just my
knickers..."
"Come now Rania - this is no place for shyness and you know
it."
Rania shrugged, and reaching between her legs, peeled the thin
white knicker cloth away from the dark mass of thick Arabian pubic
hair and purple teenage pussy-meat. Unsupported by the pouch of
her gusset, her crinkled lips flopped slowly over to the left, and
settled there tremulously, wrapped sleepily over each other, a thin
seam of moisture glistening along their join. She smiled a little self-
consciously at the group, who suddenly broke into applause,
whooping and shrieking their admiration. The teacher spoke again.
"One of the other great advantages of having large pussy-lips
like Rania's, as you can see, is that they are able to contain and
divert any stray moisture. The occasional drop of pee, or signs of
arousal, can all too often mar an otherwise pristine gusset. Could
you show us the inside of your gusset, Rania?"
She slipped the knickers down over her ankles and passed
them to the teacher, before resuming her position. He handed them
to the leggy blonde. "Julia, give me your opinion on these, please."
Julia took the knickers and stretched out the gusset to examine
them carefully. "Hmm. They're dry, no staining. Warm, and a good
smell of Rania's pussy in them. Plus..." - she held them to her nose -
"whoa, something else! Rania, what have you been up to?"
Rania shrugged, smiled and all eyes were once more on her.
Wordlessly, she looked down at her labia again, and slowly brought
her fingers to them. As soon as she slipped her right lip from her
left, they came apart with an almost audible suck, and suddenly
Rania's revealed vagina was open, and belching and bubbling
creamy white semen onto the desk top by the tablespoonful. The
girls gasped as one and muttered to each other. "Horny bitch"
"Where does she find it?" "Randy slut" all as terms of admiration.
"Good Lord!" said the teacher in astonishment. "Rania, explain
yourself. How do you come to have so much spunk in your cunt at
this time of the morning?"
"There's a building site, nearby. I go there every break-time,
and get fucked by as many of them as I can. They don't *all* come
in my cunt. Some of them do it in my arsehole, and others come in
my mouth."
"So do you mean to tell me that your arsehole is full of come,
too?"
Slowly, by way of explanation, Rania stood up, allowing long
strings of sperm to drool to the floor, before snapping off and
leaping up to speckle the whiskers of her pubes, and standing with
her legs apart, she bent forward and rested with her elbows on the
desk as if expecting a spanking. The girls gazed in astonishment.
Because she was Arabian, her pubes grew up around her arsehole,
but this was not what amazed them. It was the dramatic spectacle of
her perfect buttocks, still framed by her skirt, and the obscenity of
her open arsehole, slack and pulullating, visibly full of the milky
offerings of at least three men. Mischievously, she contracted her
sphincter voluntarily, and a rivulet of mingled jizz welled out, and
oozed slowly over her huge moist labia, round the rim of her already
sperm-drenched vagina, and collected in the hot cup of her clitoral
foreskin before it overflowed, dribbling in slowing spots to the
linoleum floor. The two girls closest to her had their faces mere
inches away, and the heady scent of Rania's sexy Middle Eastern
gash, and the even ruder whiff of so much builders' spunk, was
sending them almost berserk with lust. It was all they could do to
restrain themselves from falling on her hindquarters and drilling their
tongues into her, Sarah's into Rania's messy, twitching vagina, and
Jessica's into her re-slackening rectum.
"I can hardly speak Rania, I'm so shocked" said the teacher.
"Have you anything to say for yourself?"
"I've got another confession to make," pouted Rania.
This time the teacher was literally dumbfounded, and Rania
continued.
"I was so busy getting fucked in the break-time, I didn't have
time to go to the toilet. I could have gone while they were fucking
me, but I didn't think it would have been polite. I've been trying to
keep it in all lesson, but I don't think I can manage it for much
longer."
"Are you asking to be *excused* to go to the lavatory, girl?"
spluttered the teacher in disbelief. "After all this? Spreading your
cunt-lips in my class, knowing *full well* that they were full of
sperm, dribbling working-class come all over my floor, from both
orifices, and after all of this you ask to be allowed to go to the
lavatory."
Rania bit her lip anxiously. "I don't think I'd make it to the
lavatory, sir," she said, over her shoulder, not moving from her
bent-forward position. "In fact, I think that if I so much as move a
muscle from this position, I might just lose the lot."
"What? You can't piss there, I forbid it!" shouted the teacher.
"There's just no more room inside, it's got to find an outlet."
Sarah and Jessica leant forward a little on their chairs to try to catch
a glimpse of any stray droplets. Gusset management was their
favourite class, and although their own pussies were quite thinly
endowed, they had always admired Rania's marvellous complex of
pinkmeat, and regarded her with hero-worship as a result. The
thought that she might piss herself was too much for them. Catching
each other's eyes, they silently agreed on their plan. The teacher
was only concerned for their welfare.
"Sarah, Jessica, you'd better move back. Jane, bring the
chamber-pot from the cupboard quickly..." But Sarah and Jessica
had already started their plan. Easing forward from their seats, they
were squatting by Rania's feet, unknown to her, and keeping their
eyes fixed on the fleshy fruit nestling in the dark bush between
Rania's speckled arse-cheeks, slowly began tickling their way up the
insides of her tawny thighs.
"NO!" Rania tensed, giggling, and at once a teaspoonful of
golden piss spat from her flaps, splashing Jessica's empty chair. "No,
you mustn't...." she gasped between giggles "..if you do that I'll
just..."
There was no point in finishing her sentence. The china
chamber-pot which had been intended to be held up to catch Rania's
piss by some teenage Aquarius, was still being extracted from a
cupboard when the entire room heard the squirting noise. Rania's
lips unfurled and released a monstrous hosing of pent-up piss which
hit Sarah just below the chin, spreading like a sheet down over her
cleavage, quickly turning her white t-shirt translucent, at once
exposing her struggling, apple-sized breasts, the pink-brown nipples
stiffening as the warmth of the shower hit her.
Jessica by now had her tongue at the source, and was able to
bounce Rania's clitoris up and down in the uncontrolled stream,
showering Sarah's face and hair too. Almost instinctively, Sarah was
clawing her short skirt up to her waist, and pulling her own gusset
aside. Her vulva was completely hairless (for her part in the School
video) and extra sensitive as a result. She couldn't believe she was
about to do it, and the thought of it almost sent her over the top
before she had even managed to expose her slit and spread it deftly
with her fingers.
Her face was contorting in her orgasm as she lowered her eyes
to watch the stream play agonisingly across her belly, filling her
navel, splattering her knickers, and then squirting directly onto the
spot. That was it! They were connected! Rania's cunt to hers,
connected by the arc of her piss, squirting from under Rania's hair-
fringed clitoris and washing down over her naked bud. The whole
class watched as Sarah ecstatically wriggled and twitched.
Oh dear! The teacher was not at all happy. What would he do
if the Headmaster came in? The whole class was in disarray - his
classroom management techniques were failing hopelessly, and what
was supposed to be a lesson in how the girls might keep their
gussets clean and well-arranged had now led to probably every pair
of knickers in the room being stained with juices of arousal, and, at
least in Sarah's case, liberally doused with piss. And to make
matters worse, his cock was sticking out of the top of his trousers,
and...
It was the hot splash against the back of her ear that made Julia
snap her head round quickly. It was a familiar feeling, and as soon
as she felt it she knew what it must be. But this did not prepare her
for the thick loop of come which fell in a streak on her face and
dripped gently down between her breasts.
"Hey, Mr Smith's coming!" she exclaimed in delight, tasting the
semen that had landed on her lips, and suddenly every head turned
to see the creamy fluid leaping from the barely visible head of his
cock as it poked above his waistband, and showering the shoulders,
neck and breasts of the tallest girl in the class.
This was not what Mr Smith had wanted.
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