On the first morning of school in Minerva Town, high-school senior Chris Weiss sat on the bus with his hands between his legs, struggling to keep his face from showing any emotion or distress. It wasn't easy. He was nervous. He was surrounded by strangers.
And, he really, really had to take a leak.
Wanting to make a good impression, he did his best to sit up straight and look confident and carefree, the very picture of a transfer student unafraid. The "cool kid from out of town." On every other seat of the bus, boys and girls his age were conversing back and forth excitedly, and the snippets of their conversation confirmed his outsider status. He heard names and places that were unfamiliar, references to school clubs and sports teams he didn't know, and rude jokes about teachers he'd never met. The boys were dressed in the simple white dress shirt and slacks that were mandatory at Minerva Town High School; a few with jackets but most without. Chris' mother had insisted he wear a tie, and he was mortified to see that most of the other guys weren't wearing them. The girls were dressed in plaid skirts with socks or stockings, white blouses and navy-colored jackets with a white flourish on the lapel. A few of them, Chris saw, were wearing ties. The knowledge that none of the boys were wearing ties, while many of the girls were, made him feel even more regretful about his fashion choices.
The urge to pee became maddening. Though he was in most ways a normal teenager, and even a little cute (if the words of the girls at his old school were to be believed), bladder control was something with which he'd always had a strange relationship. His mother was fond of saying that she thought he'd never stop wetting the bed when he was young, and had even taken him to a specialist when the problem went on for years. After a battery of mortifying tests, the results had been something of a revelation.
"Miss Weiss, your son has the most interesting bladder I've ever seen," the doctor had said, peering at his concerned mother over the top of his glasses. "It's more than twice the size of normal!"
This news, predictably, had sent Chris' mom into a tizzy. "Oh no!" she'd exclaimed. "Is my son sick? Doctor, you have to help us!" But the physician waved a hand and shuffled his charts.
"On the contrary, he's the picture of good health. His body is simply very efficient at eliminating waste."
Jennifer Weiss had looked confused at that. "But if his bladder is so large, why is he always peeing the bed?" she asked. "Shouldn't it have plenty of room to wait until the morning?"
Chris, who by this point had wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment, would never forget the doctor's explanation. "That's true, Miss Weiss, but Chris' body produces urine at a rate even greater than twice the normal. According to my analysis, a huge percentage of his body waste is expelled in liquid form. It's really quite extraordinary."
Chris' mom raised an eyebrow. "So… he almost always has to do a number one, but hardly ever has to go number two?" The doctor had nodded. Chris, who was sitting on the examination table in his boxer shorts and swinging his nine-year-old legs, had felt a sudden urge to dive off headfirst and end the humiliation. Even at that age, he knew that being "different" was a social death knell.
Despite this, he'd learned to live with his strange condition, always making sure to pee extravagantly before bed, shaking his johnson (a fair size, he judged, thank you very much) until every last drop was gone, and taking in no fluids or food for an hour before sleep. This regimen, combined with the maturation of his body, pretty much eliminated what his mother referred to as "Chris' Rusty Bedsprings problem", and he'd enjoyed a relatively normal childhood as a result.
Still, he wasn't able to hide completely. After going through puberty and making some friends at school, small incidents occurred which garnered him a reputation for urinary strangeness. During one camping trip, the boys stopped to relieve themselves in the woods, and it was hard to ignore the fact that it took Chris four times as long to piss as any of the others. The unfortunate fact that his name actually rhymed with the word 'piss' thus resulted in several rather scatological nicknames and just as many interesting rumors. There were 'accidents' as well. Sometimes, if he misjudged the availability of a bathroom during his days tribulations, his bladder would quickly fill to bursting with no opportunity for relief in sight. Most times he was able to duck into an alley, or the woods, and take care of business, but not always. On one memorable occasion, stuck a huge line at a hockey game intermission, he was forced to piss helplessly into his oversized Slurpee cup… and even that large container had overflowed, leaving him standing in a puddle of his own urine. And don't even start on getting stuck on top of the stupid Ferris wheel due to an equipment malfunction, and the guilty look he'd shot the ride operator once all was restored.
Despite being a good-looking lad, his popularity was always hampered by his label of "that kid who forgot to take off his microphone after the talent show so the whole audience heard him pissing furiously for two whole minutes over the PA system". This was one of the reasons Chris had been somewhat glad to move to a new town and try out a new high school. He was friendly and smart, and privately looked forward to meeting girls who hadn't heard the whispers about his emissions. And there were a large number of good-looking girls on the bus! Tall girls, short girls, tanned girls, pale girls, goth girls, preppy girls… all of them looked great to Chris.
But! The bus was stuck in traffic.
But! It had made about a million stops.
But! The ride to school he'd assumed would take about fifteen minutes, had already taken almost forty.
Chris bit his bottom lip and clutched his hands together between his legs, trying to think of anything but pissing, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't piss all over himself on the first day, it would be a social death sentence! Red-faced and glum, he sighed inwardly at his predicament. It wasn't just the physical sensation of having to pee that made it all so uncomfortable. It was the mental toll it took, having to hide in plain sight, never being able to feel that release without being self-conscious or glancing over a shoulder to make sure nobody was watching or listening in, ready to catcall or make fun. Just the idea of being able to relieve himself without all of these ancillary worries was such a forlorn hope!
"Looks like you're straining a little!"
At the sound of the peppy female voice, Chris gulped so hard he nearly swallowed his Adam's apple. Leaning against his seatback, standing in the bus aisle, was a beautiful girl with dazzling blonde twin-tailed hair. Her body fit snugly into the Minerva Town High School uniform, and her tie, clipped neatly between her breasts, seemed to pull her blouse taut and show off the roundness and size of these impressive features. Her skirt only came down to her upper thigh, giving a sexy view of her athletic legs in their thigh-high socks. From his lower vantage, Chris could even see a hint of her panties, white with horizontal blue stripes.
"You okay?" the girl asked, and Chris was finally shaken from state of shock, running a hand through his short, chestnut-colored hair unconsciously, trying to kick his brain into gear, screaming at himself to stop sitting there like a mute and say something!
"Oh, I'm fine," he said, offering what he hoped was a confidence and friendly grin devoid of any blushing or other silliness. "Just… you know. Getting used to the new bus!" He immediately grimaced inwardly at how stupid that sounded.
Getting used to the new bus? Smooth, Chris. Real smooth. She'll be all over you with lines like that.
"You look a little red in the face. Do you need some relief?"
Chris immediately broke into a sweat. Relief? Could she tell? Was it obvious that he was full to bursting? Was he already getting teased, with the first day at his new school having not even started? Before he could formulate a reply, a second girl walked up, standing nonchalantly as the bus continued to idle in traffic. She was taller than the first, with long, straight black hair and a pair of cute glasses perched on her thin nose.
"He has all the signs," she commented. "Thighs squeezed together. Hands clasped. He must really have to go."
"What's your name, new kid?" asked the blonde.
"C-Chris." His voice sounded weak to his own ears. He could scarcely believe what he was hearing. Were they talking about pissing? Had he been found out so easily?
"I'm Mio," said the blonde, before pointing to her dark-haired, glasses wearing friend and adding "And this is Janette!" They leaned over close to him, and Chris could see the cute little bulges their nipples were making through the fabric of their blouses. What great breasts! Under normal circumstances, he'd have been happy to leer all he could, but circumstances were hardly normal. The way he figured, there was only one way to salvage the situation! Meet it head on, and act like it was just a joke.
"Errr, yeah!" he managed, trying to smile. "I guess I should have gone before I left home, huh?" Of course, he had. Fifteen minutes before leaving. But his accursed bladder had managed to fill up again. Regardless, he hoped that making himself 'in on the joke' would turn the moment from an awkward one to a chance to make a new friend.
"Well, we're kind of the welcoming committee around here!" Mio said, tipping Chris a wink. "A small town like this is like a family."
"I-is that so?" Chris said, making sure to sound engaged. Anything was better than talking about pissing.
"Of course!" added Janette. Her legs seemed to go on forever before tucking beneath her skirt. Her breasts were just as large as Mio's and even if her hips were slightly more slender, she had a couple inches in height to make up for it. Her hair hung, shining, almost to her waist. "It's very important to us that new arrivals feel at home."
Chris began to let his guard down. Perhaps the crisis had passed. Of course it was a little strange to be approached by two attractive girls out of the blue, but if they were his future classmates, it would at least make the view in class a lot more pleasant! "Oh, well, thanks-"
"So," Mio said, interrupting his reply and twirling one of her blonde twin-tails around one finger. "Would you like to piss in our mouths?"
Imagine the sound of a record scratching. That was the sound in Chris' mind. His pale blue eyes nearly bugged out of his head. At first, his throat only made a choking sound, and he had to consciously think in order to continue drawing breath. What had she just said? Something about pissing in her mouth, but that couldn't be right, could it?
"Hmm," said Janette, sounding amused. "He must be really new here."
Mio squatted down near the seat's edge and reached out to run a finger over his belt buckle as he looked down with a sort of horrified paralysis. "Oh, don't be so shy!" she scolded, offering a frown. "It's obvious you have to piss like crazy!"
"You can piss on us any time you like," Janette asked, and the neutral matter-of-factness of the statement made Chris think he was taking crazy pills. "So don't feel like you're inconveniencing us. After all, we're stuck on this bus anyway." She lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of sheer white panties clinging enticingly to the shapely mound of her teenage sex, the folds of which could be seen in intimate detail from Chris' seated vantage. "You can even stick your cock in my panties and piss all over my pussy!"
The bus seemed to swim around Chris. He felt faint. This had to be some sort of lewd prank. What sort of town had his mother chosen to move to, anyway? The urge to urinate was a constant throb that was quickly becoming impossible to bear. What was even stranger was that nobody else on bus seemed to care that Mio was kneeling and fiddling with his belt. The other students were talking, laughing, gossiping among themselves and didn't even spare a glance, oblivious to the spectacle of two gorgeous girls saying outrageous things and lifting their skirts! Some of the other boys were standing in the aisle was well, and one, a tall, blonde-haired athletic boy, pushed past Mio and Janette on his way to the front of the bus.
"Oh, hey Shawn!" Mio bubbled. "Are you going to cum on my face again?"
"Nah," said the boy, almost dismissively. "I already used Lilian's face." He continued past, up the aisle, and Chris turned his head to follow Mio and Janette's gaze to where a raven-haired goth chick was seated in the back row, her grumpy but beautiful face plastered with several thick streams of cum that jiggled and sagged from her chin as she looked out the window with impatience. Her makeup was smeared in places, but she didn't seem to be unduly agitated by what had been done to her. As Chris continued to watch, she raised a hand, clad in a fingerless glove, and used two digits to slide one fat cum strand from her chin to her mouth, pressing the lumpy mess over her starkly painted lips.
I'm going to faint, Chris suddenly realized.
When he came to, he was looking up at the bus ceiling… and a semi-circle of smiling, expectant female faces - those of his classmates. There was Mio, and Janette, and a couple of other girls he didn't recognize, including a tomboyish redhead and a nervous-looking brunette. Then something else came into frame.
His pants. Mio was holding them up with a sharp-toothed, bratty little grin that was framed perfectly by her twin drill curls. "Looking for these?" she asked.
Scrambling his arms, Chris realized he was in the aisle of the bus, and he'd been pantsed, leaving him in only his boxers. His face immediately turned red. The four girls seemed to crowd in on him. He could see right up their skirts. The tomboy, a redhead who nonetheless had a nice tan, wasn't even wearing any panties. He could see her completely bald, shaved pussy, and in lieu of pubic hair, there was something written above her slit in marker. He could barely make it out from his angle:
FOR PUBLIC USE.
She took a step over him, straddling his chest, and then squatted down to sit directly on him. His face was just inches from the writing on her bare flesh. "Something wrong?" she asked, her voice low and aggressive.
There were many things 'wrong' according to Chris' frazzled mind, but the foremost was what the firm weight of her bottom was doing to his already distended bladder. "G-get up!" he warned. "If you don't, I'll-"
"Heh, go ahead!" Mio chirped, looking happy as she fished around in his boxers to pull out his well-groomed teenage penis. She cooed with delight when it turned out to be a good size, filling her hand despite being completely flaccid. Chris was circumcised, and Mio and her cohorts were the first girls his age ever to discover that fact. The blonde kept the confident smile on her face as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing perky tits that were flawless in both shape and volume. "Piss all over me!"
Chris could take no more. The combination of the tomboy's firm rear weighing on his midsection and Mio's thumb rubbing back and forth over his piss-slit was too much for him to fight against. With a whimpering sigh, he relaxed the tension in his body that had been keeping his bladder from overflowing, and at the same time, the mental tension fell away as well, replaced by a terrible feeling of resignation. It was happening, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it.
His stream didn't simply pour out all over Mio's breasts, even though she was aiming his floppy teenage dick roughly in that direction. Instead, a huge lance of foamy yellow pee exploded directly into her face, washing over her nose and lips and pouring down into her cleavage! Her eyes went wide at the thickness and power of the stream. "Uwaaagh! It's like a racehorse!" she asked, turning her cheek to one side to absorb the brunt of the eruption of pale yellow liquid.
"I'm sorry!" Chris was saying, his eyes squinting shut with embarrassment. Beneath that feeling, though, was one of utter, blissful relief. He had gone so many minutes and hours, on so many days in his young life, worrying about where the bathroom was, and how long it might take him to get to it. His 'condition' had been a constant stressor; never allowing him the carefree ease of movement and action that was more typical of young men his age. In that moment, feeling himself empty all over Mio's pretty face, it was like his troubles were escaping just as freely as his urine.
A world where you can just take a leak whenever and wherever you want, a dim voice in his mind rang out. Imagine that!
The four girls were staring at his spurting penis with something like awe, even the one sitting on his chest had spun around to get a better view. "What a fountain!" said the large-chested brunette, putting a nervous hand to her mouth. Her cheeks were rosy with embarrassed arousal. "He must have stored up a lot!" Mio handled his cock expertly, aiming it so it hosed down her tits, neck, chin, and face for several seconds each, before opening her mouth to accept the frothy, steaming stream fully inside. The girls 'oohed' and 'ahhhed' as the emission quickly filled this new receptacle to the brim, forcing her to purse her lips and swallow, her slender neck working a bulging piss deposit through and down into her tummy.
"Mmmm!" she moaned, the stream still blasting into her neck and sending foamy rivulets down the tops of her breasts, soaking her bra. There was no doubting the hint of desire in her voice. "It has such a strong, rich flavor!"
"I'll do my part, too!" announced the brunette, unbuttoning her blouse. Rather than revealing her chest it seemed like her massive tits almost burst onto the scene, bouncing from the confinement of her garment. Two huge melons, the bottom of each hanging nearly to her belly button. She used to hands to press them together, and then gave a squeal as Chris' high-pressure piss jet started hosing her tits down, with a little help from Mio's aiming hand. Her nipples, large-pored and raised like swollen hills, were easy targets, and it wasn't long before her chest was absolutely drenched in frothy urine. "Mmm," she moaned. "This is amazing! He's still going!"
"Shauna, you love to get your big tits pissed on, don't you?" commented Janette, before she stepped in the path to absorb her own share. Rather than presenting her tits, she unsnapped her skirt and hooked two thumbs into the waistband of her panties, yanking them down far enough to show off her slit, clit, and the utterly featureless, pale, perfect curve of her pussy mound, which was so expertly shaved as to be indistinguishable from natural baldness. "If I don't take my turn now, there'll be none left for me!" And so Mio turned her wrist again, and directed Chris' spurting dick to hose down Janette's pussy, splattering directly into the pea-shaped protrusion of her clitorus and vibrating her labia with the strength of his stream. "Nnngh!" she moaned. "He's like a horse! I'm gonna cum just from his piss spraying all over my pussy!"
Chris found the feeling almost impossible to describe. In his life, he'd so seldom been able to just let it out. Over the years, he'd been forever wary of people hearing the copiousness of his stream as it splashed down in the bowl, or raising an eyebrow at the length of time it took him to relieve himself. His worries had gotten to the point that even the simple act of relieving himself was tinged with paranoia. But now… the most extreme scenario had happened. He was on his back and his piss-spraying penis was erupting into the face, breasts, and pussy of some high school girls. If he was going to be forever ostracized as the kid who pissed all over himself and his classmates, he was going to at least make sure that he enjoyed it. And to tell the truth, it was amazing. Amazing to piss so thoroughly and so free of consequences! He felt as if he was unburdening himself all over the attractive, nubile girls. Freeing himself of not just urine, but the ghosts of his piss-related past!
A smile came to his face and his eyes rolled up a little. "Aaaaaaah!" he sighed, giving in completely to the relief. When the fourth girl, Val, rose from his chest and got in position to receive her share, he barely noticed the reduction in weight. The real weight, that of his need-to-go-right-now bladder, was already being lifted. Val the tomboy pulled her blouse from where it was tucked into her skirt and bared her rock-hard, athletic abs at him, presenting her well-toned body as the next target for his piss. She, too, was hosed down, moaning with her blouse held in her mouth to keep it up, looking down incredulously at the torrent of frothy, yellow urine that was blasting into her belly and sluicing down her abs like water over cobbled stones. She rubbed it all over like a woman washing herself in a mountain stream.
"I've never seen anyone piss so much!" Mio exclaimed, eyes wide. "This new kid is really something special!" There was a general murmur of agreement, and before his stream began to flag, they lined up their four faces and directed his urine across the succession of open mouths, filling each one with steamy, yellow pee that the girls eagerly gulped down, sending Chris' warm and bubbly essence straight down into their teenage bellies. Only by the time each had swallowed thrice did his stream start to abate, as the girls breathed hard, looking at each other with flushed cheeks and rubbing hands over their gurgling bellies.
"Thanks for the meal!" said Mio, patting herself just above the point where her waist started to widen into her generous hips. She licked the piss from around her mouth as she spoke, looking the dazed Chris as he lay back, the remnants of his urine spilling out over the hand she had clutched around the base of his flaccid penis. The floor, and his boxers, were soaked, as were the girls, but no one seemed distressed about the fact that they were about to arrive for homeroom while drenched in pee.
"I've never had my clit pissed on so hard!" added Janette, wiping her piss-soaked glasses on the only dry sleeve she had. "What a feeling! It was like a vibrator!"
Val and Janette, the two tallest and strongest of the four girls, extended their arms and helped to pick him up off the floor. Now, in the afterglow of the event and with his cock hanging from his boxers, Chris started to realize how sexual the entire thing had been. Such feelings had been far secondary to the physical relief during the act itself, but seeing the four of them standing there, drenched in his piss, brought the reality of it back home. He had pissed all over four beautiful schoolgirls! Piss right in their faces, on their tits and pussies! And they had begged him to do it! Four hot, sexy girls were drenched in his piss! Unbidden, his cock began to rise, and in the act of handing him back his wayward pants, Mio took notice.
"Hmm, looks like he wants a double welcome!" she commented, winking mischievously.
Chris almost wept as he replied. "I don't know what's going on!" he said, clutching his pants over his rising boner. He realized that sometime during his minutes-long piss party, the bus had started moving again, and they were well on their way to the school. With a whine of air brakes, they lurched to a stop, and the door opened. The girls smiled at him, and Janette gestured with her head, her black hair waving at her waist.
"Come on," she said. "We'll explain everything." On their way out of the bus, she asked his name, and he gave it, prompting Mio to pipe up as they reached the steps.
"Chris," she said, "Minerva Town isn't like most other places."
Chris looked over her shoulder at the female bus driver. She was a beautiful adult woman with sandy-blonde hair pouring out from beneath her bus driver's cap. She was wearing a crossing guard's neons overtop of jeans and a white T-shirt. Her face was plastered in semen. She winked back as she saw him looking.
Yeah, Chris thought, stepping off the bus with his rumpled pants in his hands. It sure isn't.
The girls of Minerva Town High School dumped quite a bit of information on Chris Weiss as they walked from the outer lot and down the winding path to the front door of the school. It was a fancy place, more like a prep academy than the dingy public schools that Chris had attended back in his hometown, with lush lawns, iron-wrought gates and ivy-coated brick everywhere. There was even a stone fountain front and center. Perhaps fittingly, the statuery depicted a knight holding up a goblet, and from the cup, streams of water shot out in six directions to splash down on the heads of an assortment of large-breasted seraphim.
"Minerva Town isn't like other places," Janette was saying, as the five of them walked together down the clean stone sidewalk. "Everyone who lives here makes a special sort of agreement."
"That's right!" added Mio, in her spunky voice, clutching against Chris shoulder and directing his head to a scene nearby, where a beautiful young schoolgirl with a pink streak in her blonde hair was kneeling, stroking the cocks of two male students as they pumped spurts of semen onto her face. She didn't wince or try to dodge the cum, happily accepting splattered her features, with thick strands getting caught in her eyelashes and painting her lips. "If you're a boy in Minerva Town, you can fuck or jerk off on a girl any time you want. You don't even have to ask!" They stopped to continue watching. The two boys finished emptying their balls on the cute blonde, wiped their dicks in her hair, and then walked on to the front door of the school as if nothing happened. Then, the girl simply stood up, straightened her rumpled skirt (showing of a pair of curvy hips in the process), and followed them, book-bag over her shoulder, cum still splattered on her face.
"Minerva Town was established in 1969 by a free love hippie named Minerva Bissonette," Janette went on. "She saw how much energy was wasted on the complications of social and sexual relationships. Often, disputes between males would end in strife. And so, a municipal law was declared that all women would be free to all, but owned by none!" She spoke studiously, as if she'd recited the explanation many times. "At first, it was just a small commune, but it eventually grew to what you see today!"
"I… I don't know if I could do something like that," Chris said, watching the pink-streaked girl walk up the steps to the front door. "Just walking up to a girl and, you know. What if she doesn't feel like it?" But Mio was in his ear at once.
"Sure you can! We always love to get pissed on and fucked, don't we, girls?" she said, hugging herself to Chris' shoulder and lifting one foot. Her relative shortness and small, pink, backpack gave her an almost fairy-like appearance. There was an enthusiastic murmur of agreement to her statement by Janette, Val, and Shauna. "Try it right now! Pick one of us and just jerk off on our face!"
Chris gulped and looked left and right. All four beautiful girls were looking at him expectantly. Mio, with her drill-curls and spunky, pixie-like enthusiasm. Val with her tough-girl tomboy act and pale blue eyes. Shauna with her gentle, blushing expression and those huge boobs. And Janette, with her cute glasses and silky, long black hair. He felt his penis throb powerfully in his boxer shorts. He hadn't yet put his pants back on, fortuitously, it now seemed. Though he was a fair-looking young man who had sometimes been described as "kinda cute" by the girls his age, Chris had never experienced this sort of utterly unequivocal social acceptance. He had no responsibility to try to 'act cool' or 'suave', pantomimes he was more than likely to fuck up anyway. They were all totally down for whatever he wanted. The feeling was… amazing, actually.
"S-Shauna," he ventured. "Would you mind if-"
"You don't really have to ask," Shauna replied, blushing and turning her head cutely to the side. "But of course!"
Mio stuck her tongue out. "No fair!" she whined. "*I* wanted to be the one to try out his first load!"
"Come on, Mio," Janette chided. "It's always up to the boys, you know that."
Shauna dropped to her knees. She unbuttoned her blouse, which was still drenched in his piss, and let her enormous, melon-sized breasts fall free. They wobbled briefly before settling, like mounds of jello. Chris felt his cock harden even more at the submissive sight. When Shauna proceeded to press her breasts together with the inside of her forearms, raising them up like a target and looking up at him with green eyes that seemed to invite naughtiness and release, Chris couldn't resist stroking. That they were doing this on a cement walkway in the school grounds seemed completely surreal. As he stroked, dozens of male and female students walked through, some passing within a foot of his masturbating, barely looking or taking notice. He heard them talking among themselves about mundane things - studying for a test, who was joining the basketball team, who had seen the latest blockbuster movie - with completely indifference to the sordid scene of him producing his hard, six-inch penis and stroking it just inches from the face of an unbelievably busty chestnut-haired girl who was extending her tongue to catch whatever final results might be produced!
Shauna played the part of a willing cum target to a tee. He nibbled her bottom lip, looking up at him with a begging, licentious expression and seemed to push her tits ever upward to meet the rising feeling in Chris' loins. "Please spray your thick cum all over my face and tits," she begged, gently. In the face of that invitation, it took less than a minute - perhaps not even forty-five seconds - for him to reach a climax. Shauna made it easy, and the other girls looking on with their expressions of mixed interest and arousal, spurred him on rather than retarding the process.
"F-fuck, Shauna… I'm gonna!" he stammered out, and she cooed as the first wet spurt of semen exploded in a line from her chin to her breasts, follow by two more that were just as copious, decorating her enormous jugs in vertical stripes of his thick, white, jelly-like goo. The excitement of the situation spurred Chris on to a greater volume of emission than usual, a fact not last on his onlookers, who smiled and looked at each other knowingly.
"Nice load, new kid," commented Val, in her low voice. "The Club is really going to be interested in you."
Mio responded to this by sticking out her tongue again and making a face. "Blaahhhh! Why do we have to show him to Wilhemina? I want him to be our secret for a while!"
Before Chris could ask what they meant, Shauna rose from the ground with his cum still decorating her face and tits. She buttoned up her blouse right overtop of the sticky white spew, sealing it inside and insuring, seemingly, that it would be lubricating and drying on her fat, wobbly breasts all morning. Chris had to admit he found the idea arousing. The feeling of unconditional acceptance once again occurred to him. There was no constant pressure to say or do the right thing, no constant worry about his bladder playing tricks on him. Despite the circumstances being completely unbelievable (to the extent he legitimately thought he was dreaming), he felt more free than he ever had in his life.
"Come on," prompted Janette, taking him softly by the shoulder. "We'll be late for class." Wordlessly, Chris walked with the rest of them, inside, finally pulling his pants on leg by leg as he stumbled along. Shauna, who still had his cum on her mouth and chin, blushed at him as they went.
Roll call was something else.
Chris homeroom teacher turned out to be a glasses-wearing brunette named Miss Willington, who had her hair done up with a pair of chopsticks. Her earnest face and semi-modest dress - a sweater and knee-length skirt, with sensible heels - couldn't completely hide the wide hips and large breasts that were obviously stored underneath.
"Are adults part of… you know, the whole deal, too?" he stage whispered to Mio, as they walked to some free desks. The blonde girl laughed. "Of course! Everyone in the city is subject to the law," she said. He sat down in the rear left of the room, with Mio beside him, Janette on the other side against the wall, Val in front and Shauna behind.
Surrounded by girls, he thought. Every high-school guy's dream. But I guess it's even more meaningful in this town.
There was a clatter as they put down their backpacks and book bags. Chris looked around the room and saw that several of the dozen girls in the class had cum on their faces or in their hair, others were obviously completely drenched in piss. Several seats were empty while others were "double-occupied" by girls sitting on the laps of boys and bouncing up and down in acts of coitus. The soft clap of their asses bouncing on thighs, mixed with their moans, could be heard along with the normal conversation in the room.
"Alright, settle down!" said Miss Willington, calling out loudly from her teacher's podium while examining some papers over the top of her reading glasses. She had a beauty mark just below the corner of her eye that only added to her aura of mature desirability. "If you're present, say 'Here!" She paused, looked at her list, and started to bark out names.
"Janette Avellino!"
"Here," said Janette, raising her hand. Miss Willington dutifully marked her checklist and moved on. There were about twenty-five students in the class, Chris estimated, and she went down the list quickly.
"Graham Baker!"
"Here."
"Terrence Crane!"
A blonde haired boy, huffing a bit as one of the girls bounced up and down on his cock, her thighs lewdly spread and her pussy split by his girth as she worked his pole, raised his hand and called out. "Here!"
And on the list went. At least four or five boys were fucking or pissing on their classmates and stated their names in the midst of their actions. One girl, Zoey, had her name called while getting two hot streams of sizzling piss blasted into her braces-filled mouth, and had to gurgle her name out in barely-intelligible form, spewing out a large gout of the hot liquid as she did so. Chris, who was actually last alphabetically in the class, waited for his turn with that same feeling of surreality, as if it were all a dream.
"Chris Weiss!" called Miss Willington at last, and then paused after he responded in the affirmative. "Chris, come up here for a moment, please." Feeling weak in the knees, he did so. Even with the fucking and pissing doing on, the class was actually looking at him, paying attention, as if the other actions were something of an afterthought. "Chris is a new transfer student," said Miss Willington. "I'd you all to welcome him and get him up to speed on the material in the subjects you share-"
She was interrupted by a groan as Terrence, his shaggy blonde hair flipping around his ears, groaned and came into the pussy of Melanie, who had been working her fit teenage hips up and down on his cock. Miss Willington looked at him with annoyance. "Terrence, if you don't mind-"
The boy looked at his teacher sheepishly, with one hand behind his head, smiling as Melanie dismounted, her panties askew, a large creampie dripping down into the crotch. "Sorry, Miss Willington!" he said. Just two desks to his left, two of his fellows were finishing up plastering Zoey Parker's braces with the remains of their piss and banging their dripping prick helmets against her wide smile to remove the final few drops. When he name had been called, her mouth had been too full of foaming, bubbling urine to respond with much more than a 'glurk!' and a thumbs up.
"Chris, tell us one or two things about yourself," Miss Willington asked, crossing her arms across her large breasts. They seemed to hulk in her yellow sweater like a pair of bulbous ghosts. A silver pen on a necklace hung between them, indenting the wool and showing off their shape. Suddenly he was faced with what would have been, in any other place, a nightmare scenario straight out of the high school kid "Bad Dreams" playbook. Though the sexual action in the class was largely wrapping up, he found himself standing in front of his peers with a healthy boner developing in his pants. He stood looking at Miss Willington's breasts like a deer in the headlights. Janette's studious voice replayed in his mind, a sentence from earlier that morning:
Minerva Town isn't like other places. Everyone who lives here makes a certain sort of agreement.
And then Mio's more urgent, bratty voice:
If you're a boy in Minerva Town, you can fuck or jerk off on a girl any time you want. You don't even have to ask!
Suddenly, Chris felt a sort of serenity and clarity of purpose uncommon to young adults his age. He felt empowered, like a sort of special superhero. In his previous locale, he would have sat with a textbook in his lap, looking at a hot teacher like Miss Willington, blushing and hoping no one could detect his throbbing erection. But in Minerva Town…
He walked confidently over to Miss Willington. Chris wasn't sure if he was bringing his scholastic career to an immediate halt, but he felt a sudden urge to test the limits of this strange new town's indulgence. Nobody reacted really, except Miss Willington herself, who watched him as he walked behind her, put two hands on her wide hips (so curvy!) and threw her long skirt up over her hips to expose lacy black panties and thigh-high stockings with garters. "Oh!" she exclaimed. Chris felt his cock throb. He could feel the heat coming off of Miss Willington's crotch. He unzipped his pants and let his tip emerge, grinding it against the delta of her sex, feeling those black panties slide against his crown in the softness of her cleft. She was about his height, though her hips were wider, obscuring most of his body. She leaned forward to grip her podium with two hands.
"You want to fuck my pussy, young man?" asked the teacher, looking over one shoulder while Chris poised himself in position with his shaft pressed between the cheeks of her round ass. His hands groped huge handfuls of her flesh, feeling the heat and weight of her mature MILF booty. It was like a sexual fantasy come to life.
"My name is Chris," he said, and at the same time, pulled the crotch of Miss Willington's panties aside and drove his smooth cock into her sopping fuckbox. "My family moved here from Idaho." His voice sounded absurd in his own ears, and Miss Willington started to gasp and moan as he started to thrust, his hips banging into her thighs and making her flesh wobble. Her stance became knock-kneed as her body responded to his penetration. God, she was wet! How many guys had already fucked her that day? Chris imagined he was the first; she hadn't looked disheveled or with clothing out of place. Yet, her pussy was soaked and gripping his cock like slick, milking sleeve! What a slut! "I guess one thing about me that I like art. After high school I want to work in the game industry."
His mundane introduction was exactly the sort of thing he might have said at any other high school. Nothing risky, nothing anyone could make fun of, just the facts. Yet at the same time he was pounding away at his adult teacher's slit! She was taking every inch, and wetness was already dripping down her thighs as she clutched the podium, her huge, round breasts piling on it as her hair swayed and the silver pen on a chain bobbed and bounced in her cleavage.
Miss Willington spoke to the class while getting fucked. "Please… nnnngh… please remember that the… nnngh! Minerva Town… job faire… is coming to the school at mid-week… and representatives from local businesses will be present to… nnngh! Show off their trades and… nnngh! Answer questions!" Her tongue fell lewdly out of her mouth while Chris drilled harder and faster into her pussy. "And… tomorrow… the test on… the history of indiginous… hnnng! Americans… hnnng! Will be… MULTIPLE CHOICE!"
She cried out the last two words as she had an obvious orgasm, slumping over her podium. Chris looked out over the class and let the strange feeling of power overtake him. It was so liberating to just walk up to his hot teacher and fuck her pussy whenever he wanted… and absolutely nobody was saying of doing anything about it! Hell, half of them were barely paying attention, talking among themselves or setting up their desks, opening their textbooks or taking out their tablets or notebooks, texting on their phones. Mio and Janette were whispering to each other and pointing up at him, but he didn't get the sense they were making fun. His very natural inclination to fuck the shit out of his teacher had been met with acceptance rather than shame and rebuke. Chris realized that he was getting close, gritted his teeth, and pressed forward against Miss Willington, hilting himself and spewing thick ropes of hot semen directly into her cervix, not caring about the sexual consequences in any way, just enjoying himself.
"Nnngh! T-thank you for… giving me your big, thick load, young man!" Miss Willington moaned, breaking off her updates about the school schedule for the first time to acknowledge what was going on between her legs. After Chris pulled out, breathing hard, he tucked his cock back into her pants and watched as a hot river of cum poured back out of Miss Willington's wet pussy and into the crotch of her black panties.
She's going to have my cum in her panties all day, he thought, and the idea excited him. Janette had said that the idea of Minerva Town was that the women belonged to everyone, but he couldn't help feeling a measure of personal 'ownership' of Miss Willington, after making her cum and filling her up with his semen. Maybe it went against the spirit of the municipal law to feel that way, but Chris couldn't help it. It felt good, it felt therapeutic, to see things that way. After a life of middling social success (girls thought he was cute, but not rugged or handsome or especially athletic; he sometimes struggled to say the right thing or keep the trendy appearance) it was good to be 'king'.
He returned to his desk, sat down, and took the textbook that Janette handed him, looking back up to the front of the room at Miss Willington, who had collected herself and was barreling forward with her lesson plan as if nothing had happened.
Before lunch break, two other students had walked up to jerk off on her tits and face. She was able to continue to read from her prepared less even while giving them handjobs.
This school is something else, Chris thought. But he didn't know the half of it.
On the way to the school cafeteria for lunch, Chris stopped for a long drink at the water fountain. Formerly a cause of consternation because of his overactive bladder, enjoying a cool drink was now a stress-free experience, and words couldn't really express just how big a difference it made. Out of the corner of his eye, though, Chris saw Mio duck in the bathroom, and quickly had two thoughts.
First, he realized the bathrooms were unisex, and had both 'male' and 'female' signage on the doors. Whatever business the boys and girls of Minerva Town were doing, they didn't mind doing it together. And second… in a place where it was fine for boys to unzip and piss on girls as much as they wanted… were bathrooms the same? Or even strictly necessary?
He decided he had to see.
He followed Mio through the door at a distance of about ten feet, and then peeked around the marble L-curve into the bathroom proper. Despite the unbelievable events of the day, what he saw was a whole new level of unusual! There were urinals on the far left wall, stalls on the far right. But down the middle was a tile-paneled divider, about six feet in height, with padded holes through the middle at two-foot intervals. As he watched, Mio bent at the waist and slid her body through one of these holes, essentially getting herself "stuck" in the wall divider like a faerie wedged in a keyhole. Her head and upper torso squeezed through the front side, causing her boobs to hang down in her blouse, while on the opposite side, one could see her round, sexy butt bent over and poking out from her short skirt. Her legs were in a bow-legged stance that was quite lewd, and only then did Chris notice the sign above the divider wall:
"TOILETS"
He felt his cock twitch again. Another student elbowed past him, mumbling 'hey, don't stand in the door, new kid,' unbuckling his belt as he walked to the row of girls who had placed their bodies in the divider. There were six in all, all beautiful young schoolgirls. Chris saw that many of the others already had their panties stripped off and thrown aside. The ground below their lower bodies was slightly depressed with a drain installed, like in a large communal shower. The place had all the trappings of a bathroom - the pale jade-colored tile, the mixed smells of anti-septic cleaner and fresh urine - but the key difference seemed to be in the method of waste disposal. Unless Chris was mistaken, the girls had lodged their bodies in the divider for the express purpose of being pissed on!
He walked slowly forward into the room, around to where Mio was, at the end of the line of girls. She couldn't see him - the divider was too tall for that, which left her immobilized. He stood just a foot away from her amazing ass, with the skirt not even covering her buttocks and her sheer panties only covering the inner part, he could see the cute curve me her cheeks and the way they connected to her thigh, as well as the smooth athleticism of her legs. And there was something else. A shelf above her back, built into the tile, like where someone might store a bar of soap. But instead of soap, it held a marker connected to the wall by a twine rope. As he approached to examine this new discovery, wondering why someone would need a writing implement in a bathroom (were they trying to actually encourage graffiti in the stalls?) his crotch brushed one of Mio's thighs, and he heard her exclaim from the other side of the wall.
"Ooh, I just got on duty," she cooed, wiggling her tanned, gorgeous behind. "Please, piss in my pussy as much as you like!"
Chris felt a twinge in his bladder and an equal flare in his brain. At his previous school, someone like Mio - blonde, spunky, curvy and bouncy, would have been considered untouchable expect for all but the hunkiest jocks. He'd seen girls of her type, fantasized about them plenty, but they all had one thing in common - they were out of his reach. They were cheerleaders, popular girls with cliques and first-string quarterback boyfriends. Just seeing a girl like that, with amazing breasts and a tight teenage ass that looked so full and jiggly, bent over in front of him, was enough to make Chris' heart skip a beat. Here in Minerva Town, she was the opposite of untouchable. A blonde bombshell that was his to fuck and piss on and do as he pleased! Not just accepting of him socially, but accepting of the frothing, steaming piss from his dick!
He couldn't resist producing his cock, for the fourth time that day, and tearing her panties down her legs. She dutifully stepped through the leg holes, helping him to bare her, and Chris reached down to one of those round, perfect ass cheeks and took a full handful of the flesh there, spreading it out, watching the way it exposed the soft pink triangle of her asshole and caused her labia to subtly stretch open and reveal the inner wetness of her slit. A thumb spread her wider, and the urge in his bladder became a stinging need for release.
Chris looked to his left and saw that his neighbor was just 'finishing up' his business, pulling his cock from the pussy of another teenage girl and banging his prick tip on her buttocks, making them jiggle and freeing himself of the last few drops of urine. The inside of her legs were soaked with his issue, and her pussy was a fountain, letting a waterfall of his piss pour back out and down the drain. With a satisfied grunt, the boy, who was glasses-wearing and shorter than Chris, slapped the ass in front of him and then reached up to grab his marker-on-a-rope, bringing it down to write 'PISS HOLE' in block letters, with an arrow pointing to the bend-over girl's quivering pussy. There was other writing already present, no doubt from other 'users' of the facilities. 'PLEASE PISS ALL OVER ME" was one phrase, and 'FREE TO USE, PISS TANK!' was another. These were accompanied by crude drawings of spurting dicks and spraying piss streams that told the story of debauchery like hieroglyphs. The girls of Louis Pasteur High School were literally toilets!
Poking his cocktip into Mio's pussy, Chris did his best to relax as she slid himself inside. She was amazingly tight and wet, and though peeing with an erection wasn't a recommended action for any male (morning wood was, he had occasionally discovered, a good way to make aiming almost impossible), in this situation he did it eagerly, using his hands to grope and knead Mio's ass while doing so. His eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly with the bliss of release.
"Ahhhhh!" Chris sighed, and it wasn't just relief from his distended bladder that he felt, but relief from all expectations and consequences. He was using a beautiful blonde schoolgirl as a toilet, and she was loving every second of it. It was such a stark difference from his previous school life, where the pussy of a popular girl was so sacred and unassailable, a fingerbang might as well have been the moon landing. But here…
"Oooh! Your stream is so strong! You must have a lot saved up!" Mio moaned, audible from the other side of the partition. Nobody, it seemed, had deigned to use her 'front side'. "Gawwd, I can feel all of your hot piss, spraying up against my cervix! You're marking my womb with your pee!" Her body seemed to shudder with the liquid violation, and Chris only concentrated and continued, pressing himself as deep as he could, enjoying the satisfying feeling of emptying himself into another human being. His urine was pouring out from around his cock now, dripping down into the drainage basin, and all around him there were other guys enjoying a similar pleasure, filling their happily accepting female classmates with piss. Some were inserted into their pussies, some their tight, quivering assholes, and some were content to step back and hose down their cute teen bubble-butts with their streams.
"M-my womb is totally filled!" Mio moaned, her hips twitching. "The place where I'll have a baby one day is stuffed full of your hot, foamy piss! My body can't take anymore!" Yet Chris didn't let up, and continued to relieve himself inside of her for nearly a minute more. When he finally withdrew, Mio was groaning, and a massive waterwall of steamy urine poured out of her pussy and down the drain. "Y-you made me cum just from taking a huge piss inside me!" she moaned. "C-chris, is that you?"
Chris was surprised to hear his name mentioned. "Uh, yes!" he replied, and Mio called back to him again.
"I knew it! Your stream was so strong! I could tell you were special when I saw you on the bus!" She paused, and then added. "Y-you better step back! I have to piss too! Please watch me!" Chris did step away, but before he did, he stooped to the floor to pick up Mio's discarded panties, sliding them back up her legs.
"W-what are you doing?" she asked. "I'm gonna-"
"It's more fun this way," Chris said. And once he'd pulled the garment back up her soaked legs, he did indeed step back and watch as Mio squealed cutely and started to piss herself. Her stream erupted into the crotch of her panties and sprayed out in a fountain-like explosion as the obstruction caused the stream to become a sprinkler. The inside of her thighs were immediately soaked and the amount, if not an equal to his own, was certainly indecent. Chris idly wondered how much of it was recycled piss she'd already swallowed from other people. His eyes took in every detail, loving the idea of a beautiful girl reduced to such base, animal actions as a matter of normality. He thought back to his previous school again and imagined the cheerleading team bent over, their skirts bunched about their hips, hosing down the football field with their piss. Mio was just as beautiful as any of them, moreso even, and yet here she was, urinating right in front of him, after taking every drop of his piss inside her!
Smiling, he reached forward, taking care to avoid the splatter as she pissed her panties and soaked her inner thighs, and took hold of the marker attached to the stall. Bringing the tip to the supple, young flesh of her glistening buttock, he wrote "PERSONAL PISS-DUMP", with an attached arrow leading to her pussy, and then returned the marker to the mini-shelf. Satisfied, and without a further word to Mio, he stepped away. It was just as well - with a 'customer' lining up at her other side, she would be in no position to talk.
Lunch revealed new wrinkles in the strangeness of Minerva Town High.
When Chris first saw the cafeteria, he wasn't sure what was going on. The lunch lines were segregated into male and female, with a strange and inefficient-seeming duplication of efforts. There were two lines, two sets of steam trays, two sets of staff hanging out chicken breasts and hash browns and hamburgers, bags of chips, apples, and whatever else the students could purchase with money and meal tickets. The male line, which Chris joined, seemed very much normal. In fact, there was a sigh in the front of the metal divider between line and kitchen:
"Please allow the lunch lady to do her job uninterrupted."
This made sense to Chris. He wasn't eager to have someone stray semen sliding off the face of the rather harried woman (still attractive, though) and into his sloppy joe. Best to leave her alone if she was serving food. On the other side of the room, however, things were less restrained. The girls were in their own line, gossiping, talking, and laughing. The same food was being prepared and the same items were for sale, but there were extra stations at the end of the line. These were occupied by men, naked except for stylized masks. Judging from the number of hairy chests and beer bellies, they were adults. Possibly faculty. As these assembled men stood with their hands behind their backs and their cocks hanging, the girls could present their trays, take the organs in hand, and milk them to garnish their food with hot loads of sticky semen. Others would fill stein-like tankards with frothy loads of hot piss before taking them nonchalantly back to their tables. Chris watched with utter incredulity as dozens and dozens of gorgeous Minerva Town schoolgirls sat down and, without a hint of distaste, chowed down on semen-splattered chicken fingers, chicken caesar wraps and salads. Occasionally, they would raise the foamy glasses of piss to their lips and take large gulps.
"Chris!" someone called, and he was startled out of his distraction. It was Janette, waving from one of the cafeteria tables, seated next to Val and Shauna. All three of them had their faces dripping and plastered with cum. Val's blouse was torn open, baring her perky tomboy breasts. Their food trays featured an assortment of dishes, all with a special topping of hot, thick semen. "Come sit over here!" Janette added. Chris, collecting a chicken burger and Fiji water, did just that, after inspecting both his burger and the bench he was about to sit on for signs of bodily fluids.
He didn't really know what to say in the face of this latest strange debauchery. "Uh… so," he ventured. "How's it going?"
"Good!" said Shauna, pressing a forkful of semen-loaded lettuce into her mouth. "I've already been fucked twice, been jerked off on twice and been pissed on by four different guys!" Chris couldn't help reacting to this with surprise despite his rapidly expanding expectations. She was saying it so matter-of-factly! And to hear such a huge-breasted, beautiful girl count down how often she'd been used was a new kind of lewd that again set his cock to throbbing.
"Do you really keep track?" he asked, unwrapping his chicken burger.
"Of course!" ventured Janette. There was a hot splatter of sperm filming up the lens of her glasses. "Who wouldn't love getting fucked and pissed on all day? It's our duty to make sure the men of Minerva Town are always feeling relieved." She sighed contentedly, as if fondly remembering the events of the morning, then looked at Chris. "You don't mind if I piss my panties right now, do you?"
Chris goggled. "Oh, yeah, I need to piss too," Val added, wiggling her athletic butt on the lunchroom bench and brushing a fiery veil of red hair from her forehead. She still wasn't wearing any panties. "Let's just let it out!" She noticed Chris' expression and raised a curated eyebrow. "Something wrong? Don't you want to watch us pissing ourselves?"
Janette looked at Chris with an expression that was quite sultry. "For girls in Minerva Town, pissing ourselves in front of a boy is a form of affection," she said, clearly showing a bit of shameful arousal, as if she were revealing a secret about herself. Chris got the idea that perhaps Janette had been saving this particular act just for him. "It shows trust. We open ourselves up and are completely vulnerable. It shows we accept our males so unconditionally that we'll do anything for their pleasure." She nibbled her bottom lip, and Chris was once again struck by how beautiful she was despite all of the depravity, with her fair skin, her long, shining black hair, and that slender figure that nonetheless had a pair of perfect, gravity-defying breasts. "Now… just watch me, while I piss all over the floor, right in front of you!"
As Janette and Val rose from their seats, Chris found that he wasn't as off-put by the scene as he might have first thought. The mixed smells of food, hot teen pussy and steamy piss evoked something of a barbaric vibe that wasn't altogether unpleasant. It wasn't so unnatural for such smells to mix together, he realized, and in that moment he imagined a warlord, consorting with his harem, munching on a roast leg of beast while one of his dancing girls milked the cum from his balls. And after satiating himself with her pussy, why would such a vaunted authority figure rise from the satin pillows of his throne when he could just relieve himself down the throat of a willing slave girl? It was not so strange after all, he supposed, to eat while pissing. Or fucking. Or, indeed, watching girls piss themselves. He raised his burger to his mouth and took a bite, feeling his cock harden all the more.
Janette and Val took up lewd squatting stances, Val's pussy bare, Janette's pussy wrapped in panties that hugged tight to her cleft and showed every detail of her slit and the pearl-like nubbin of her clit. Both of the girls' faces took on expressions of intense, shameful relief, and they moaned in tandem, squatting in front of him, their eyes half-lidded, their tongues extending. Janette exploded into her panties with a hot stream of heavy piss, creating the same fountain-like effect down her inner thighs that Chris had observed with Mio in the bathroom; he had to admit he liked the disregard she showed for her clothing. Val, the tomboy, was evacuating extravagantly directly onto the floor, really hosing it down with a steamy yellow stream. "It feels so good!" she moaned, looking for vulnerable than Chris had seen her. The tough-girl exterior melted away as she totally debauched herself for his approval, a gesture of submission. It was impossible to ignore how sculpted her youthful body was, the supple, curvy muscle of her thighs and buttocks speaking to time spent in the gym, or on the volleyball court, or the softball diamond. Suddenly, he wanted them both, utterly and completely.
"Come over here and suck my cock while I eat," he said, simply. The phrase came out of his mouth to easily that he almost astounded himself with how readily he was taking to his new environment. Yet what he requested didn't seem so unusual. At other tables, multiple girls were already holding court, sucking cock, having bukkake sessions and golden shower parties while the boys enjoyed their lunches.
Janette and Val were panting like dogs as their emissions slowed to an ebb, and they didn't hesitate to follow his request, crawling on all fours beneath the table and lining their faces up cheek to cheek in front of his cock. Despite having already cum twice that day, Chris found that the combination of the lewd circumstances and his own youthful, pent-up energy made it east to contemplate a third orgasm. His cock immediately began hard as they reached out to grab it. He couldn't resist stealing glances beneath the table as he ate and drank, watching Janette and Val kiss his shaft and suck his balls, alternating with swallowing his pipe and letting it slide down their throats. Again he had the vision of himself as a wild, barbarian king, feasting on meat and female flesh alike. So far removed from his previous high school experience, when he would worry constantly about what to say, how to act, how to dress, and what to do. The feeling of freedom was impossible to overstate, and not for the first time, Chris thought that Minerva Bissonette, the "free love" hippie who had founded Minerva Town, deserved a Nobel Prize.
He ate with gusto while Val and Janette kissed and sucked his shaft and balls. "I love sucking off guys who cum a lot," Val commented, before muffling herself with another worshipful deep-throat of his pipe. "If I could, I'd eat nothing but semen!" This concession put the final nail in the coffin of her rough-and-tumble exterior, confirming that she really loved semen. Chris thought back to the body writing on her shaven pussy: 'FOR FREE USE', and felt himself coming closer to a climax. The idea of cumming down her throat, making her carry his semen with her in her belly for the rest of the way, was impossible to resist.
"Mmm, me too!" Janette added, sucking on one of his testicles while Val gurgled on his shaft. "Please cum and piss down my throat whenever you like!"
Chris let out a small groan, swallowing the last of his burger with difficulty, unable to hold back from his orgasm much longer. (If nothing else, he thought, he would have to watch out for the choking hazard of busting a nut while eating.) Shauna was actually looking at him across the lunch table with something like jealousy, wishing she was beneath the table on blowjob duty. With his cock lodged deep in Val's tight tomboy throat and Janette sucking his balls, let out short, hissing breaths and instinctively reached down to grab Val's red hair and hold her mouth in place while spewing spurt after hot, thick spurt of his semen down her throat and into her taut, athletic belly. He couldn't help but mutter, "y-you nasty cumsluts!" as he did so; he wasn't sure if it was a faux pas to point out whorish behavior when it was basically a social mandate, but it seemed natural for him to say, and the girls didn't seem to mind. In fact, judging by some of the body-writing he'd seen, they got a charge out of the label. In fact…
An appealing idea came to mind and he looked across the table to Shauna. "Shauna, you couldn't happen to have a marker, would you?" he asked, and though she desperately wished she did, and offered a blushing apology, none was available. She quickly came up with the next best thing - a red lipstick. Chris took this in hand and looked down below the table, where Janette and Val were swapping his cum back and forth, sharing unchaste kisses and using their fingers to shove bubbly strands of mixed semen and saliva into each others' mouths. When he pressed the lipstick to Janette's forehead, she reacted instantly, moaning with pleasure. "P-please," she breathed. "Write whatever you want!"
Chris wrote 'CUM DUMP' across her forehead in big, crimson letters, admiring how lewd it made her appear. For the rest of the day, she wouldn't be able to look anyone in the face without the proof of her prior acts being burned into their minds, and even in a place as casually filthy as Minerva Town High School, that meant something. "This is all part of it, isn't it?" he said, knowing the answer before the question was even out of his mouth.
"Yes!" Janette said, her expression full of submissive pleasure as Chris repeated the procedure with Val. She was hot, a hardbody, probably a terror on the volleyball court, and all of that knowledge only heightened his pleasure as he labeled her as a cum receptacle who had happily, even greedily, sucked his cock. He had cum down her throat and pissed over her tight abs already that day, and it wasn't even one o'clock. Knowing he could do that any time he wanted, simply mouth-fuck a tough chick like Val or a glasses-wearing, tall overachiever like Janette, made Chris feel a sense of near-omnipotence that was wonderful. "It's all part of it," Janette went on. "It's the expression of our service to all of the boys. Each morning we wake up, clean, a blank slate."
"And each day we take pride in getting jerked off on, fucked, and swallowing as much cum and piss as we can," Val added, planting a kiss on Chris' still-exposed balls. "By the end of the day, I like to have at least twenty pieces of writing on my body."
"I like to drink at least five liters of guys' piss each day," Janette added, obviously turned on while visualizing the amount. Chris also visualized it. Five bubbling, full-to-the-brim liter bottles of hot piss, being dumped onto and into her long, gorgeous body… it was such a juxtaposition of the beautiful and the profane, it nearly short-circuited his brain. "And I also like to take at least twenty loads on my face, and in my pussy and ass." She blushed a little. "I especially like it when guys jerk off in my hair, or use it to wipe their dicks. But I let them do whatever they want, of course."
Shauna pulled open her soaked, button-missing blouse again, baring her breasts and blushing at him. She, too, had new body-writing, gained at some point between first period and lunch. Several different boys, judging from the handwriting, had marked her tits with phrases like 'MILK TANKS' and 'FUCK JUGGS', with lines circumnavigating her nipples and arrows pointing into her cleavage, with the label 'INSERT COCK HERE'. "I-I like it when guys write on me, too!" she said, blushing shyly. "I let any guy fuck my tits, any time he wants. I try to take thirty loads a day!" The evidence, a splattery assortment of dried semen, was apparent in the huge valley formed by her fat teen melons.
Chris found himself dumbstruck. He hadn't contemplated what lewd, filthy girls they really were until that moment, though he supposed it made sense. In order to subject herself to the sexual and bathroom requirements of a school full of adolescent males, it would take a certain sort of female. He imagined Janette on her knees in a circle of ejaculating male students, with each spurting dick erupting into her long, black, shining hair, soaking her scalp to the point where she could shampoo with the stuff. He found it both arousing and grotesque at the same time, and he felt his cock twitch again, even though he had just been expertly relieved by the two girls.
Before any further debauchery could be contemplated, though, a hand fell on his shoulder, and an impish voice was in his ear. "There you are, Chris," it said. Mio. A voice he wouldn't soon forget, she was the one who had started him down the day's strange path. Apparently done with her toilet duties, she smelled strongly of piss, but her blonde, tanned, petite cheerleader-type beauty was such that even a huge number of hot, steamy pissloads being fired into her holes could scarcely diminish it. She had taken the time to put her entire uniform back on, and was smiling down at him with a sharp-incisored grin. "Don't leave right away after school," she warned him. "Wilhelmina wants to see you." Shauna, Val and Janette began to whisper to each other excitedly at the news.
Chris raised an eyebrow. "You mentioned her name before," he said. "Who is she?"
Mio smiled. "We're all members of a certain special club here at the high school," she said. "And Wilhelmina is the president." Without further explanation, she winked at him and walked over to the lunch line.
For the rest of the afternoon, Chris was left to contemplate the mystery of Wilhelmina and the mysterious 'club' to which the girls had referred. This uncertainty, combined with the fact that he actually had work to do, made the afternoon pass more quickly than the morning, with his initial revelations and dalliances replaced by diligent note taking and the occasional observation to be filed away later. His computer studies teacher, Mr. Newton, was male, which certainly curtailed any plans he might have had for addition hot teacher action. In fact, the roles were reversed, and the middle-aged man called a female student up mid-lecture to take a good plowing while he droned on about SQL and JavaScript. He wasn't a gross, fat old guy or anything, just your average-looking guy, but it still reinforced the idea that any female in Minerva Town was available to any male.
Chris also introduced himself to and held conversations with several male members of his class, and was pleasantly surprised to find them to be normal, or even a little boring. While very occasionally someone would mention who they had recently fucked or jerked off on, or pissed into, it was mostly the usual stuff - forming teams for school projects, theories about popular TV shows, and even some wistful dreaming about popular actresses and musicians. Chris found this last topic almost funny, hearing his fellows chatter about who had been 'hot' performing at the VMAs while they had a classful of huge teenage sluts ready to fuck at the drop of a hat.
All in all though, it was more encouraging than strange, and Chris came to believe he could still have a somewhat normal social life and education, even in a town with such a strange social dynamic. The final periods of the day passed without major incident, and amazingly, he even found himself 'tuning out' the sexual acts in his vicinity so he wouldn't get behind in his lessons. Just like they did on the bus this morning, he thought. It's amazing how fast you get used to it. Still, when the final bell rang and everyone rose from their desks with backpacks and book-bags in hand, he found himself surrounded by the four girls - Mio, Janette, Shauna and Val - and felt a mix of nervousness and apprehension.
"Come on, Chris," Mio said, her hand falling on his shoulder. "The club meets after school."
They led him up to the second floor in an almost somber procession as the school emptied out, bypassing every door until they arrived at one that was different from the others; stout wood with no inlaid glass, and opened with an old-fashioned turnkey that Mio produced from her handbag. Chris was struck by how different the door looked from the rest of the hallway, which was simple painted stone, brick and concrete and without much in the way of artistry. This sensation of crossing over a threshold into a different aesthetic world was compounded by what he saw when the door swung open.
A long entry room led to another, identical door about fifteen feet further in, and on either side there were great stout furnishings of cushioned mahogany and teak, as well as bookshelves stacked with thick, anachronistic-looking volumes. Chris looked at the bindings and read the titles as he shuffled past. 120 Days Of Sodom. Free Love And The Sexual Revolution. And one very thick medical tome - Urology And The Genitalia, Volume 7. The floor was polished hardwood, and in general, the passage looked nothing like a school room or office, but rather more similar to the entrance hall of a social club. The girls shepherded him forward and he began to feel more uneasy. This is the part where they tell me it's all a joke, he thought. The next room will feature a bunch of psychologists who explain it's all been a grand social experiment, and by the way, would I care to explain *why* he participated so lewdly and remorselessly in the day's debaucheries?
But these fears were unfounded. Rather, the next door led into a further plushly furnished room dominated by a large open area and an ornate desk looking out into the courtyard through large windows. There was no one sitting at the desk, but the room was T-shaped with alcoves leading off to the left and right. This was where things got really strange. As Chris walked with the girls into the large open space beyond the entry, he saw that in the alcoves, naked males were standing with soldier-like rigidity, their hands clasped behind their backs, their flaccid penises hanging down. There were perhaps a dozen in all, each one wearing a queer sort of mask with a fox-like affectation, like something out of a masquerade ball, meaning he could detect no detail of their faces. For the most part, they looked like students from the school, judging from the relative youth of their bodies. They were silent and still, seemingly in deference to the only other figure in the room, besides themselves, that Chris had not already met.
A stunning woman was standing in the right side alcove, dipping her hands into a large black bowl with a fancy oriental dragon design inlaid in gold. She had straight black hair cut into a severe bob, with razor-edge bangs unfolding in a straight line across her forehead, and her eyes almost seemed to be a golden, amber color. She was dressed in a robe, also black, the waist barely tied, and beneath this her breasts, which were extremely large, hung with prodigious size and weight. The thin layer of silk that did little to prevent her expressive nipples from making their presence known. Her figure compacted around the waist and then expanded again at the hips, showing off a rump that was as large or larger than any Chris had encountered in his life.
"You must be the one they told me about!" said the woman, and her voice was low and confident, the voice of a cat enjoying the torments of a mouse. "The girls are all very impressed. But you've caught me washing up, I'm afraid." She dipped her hands into the bowl and they came away covered in yellow liquid. Only then did Chris realize that she was actually dipping her hands into a bowl of piss, cleansing herself with it, rubbing the liquid up each wrist and over each manicured hand. Chris watched her ass jiggle beneath the hem of her robe, and couldn't help but imagine how that big, jiggling, thick booty would feel in his hands.
"Are you… Wilhelmina?" Chris asked, and the woman offered a chuckle.
"Principal Wilhelmina, actually," she corrected. "Though you may call me Miss Bissonette."
"Bissonette?"
"Yes," she said, walking nonchalantly over to her desk, causing her massive tits to wobble in her loose silk robe. It was short enough that Chris could see the bottom of her buttocks bouncing below the hemline. "You heard correctly. I'm the direct descendant of the founder of Minerva Town." She sat down at the desk and made a hand gesture, beckoning one of the naked males in the room to her side. As Chris watched, Miss Bissonette slid a tea cup and saucer over to rest right in front of the flaccid penis of her manservant. With a practiced hand, she aimed his cock and looked on dispassionately as he filled the cup with a stream of hot, steamy piss! It was as casual an act as a woman using the soda fountain at a fast food restaurant. Turning back to Chris, she lifted the cup to her mouth and took a deep sip. "Mmm!" she said, waving the air above the cup to her nose and inhaling like a practiced sommelier. "The bouquet is quite rich today. It has just the right undertones."
Chris looked upon this act as dispassionately as he could. He'd seen a lot of strange things already that day, but this certainly took the cake - a faculty member, a beautiful, dark-haired woman, not only willingly turning herself into a toilet, but in a way that hinted at a greater tradition and regimentation behind the act. Principal Wilhelmina was sipping piss like it was the world's finest tea. A woman who would do that, Chris felt, would probably do anything. And considering the lewd proportions of her thick MILF body, that idea couldn't help but excite him.
The four girls who had come in with him were stripping off their cum-stained, piss-soaked clothes, leaving their glistening bodies on display. They took up positions next to Chris, two on each side, standing ramrod straight in front of the principal's desk. He looked at them uncertainty. Was he expected to drop his trousers as well? If so, Wilhelmina wasn't saying anything. She was just calmly sipping her 'special tea', looking at him with a thoughtful expression, her legs crossed, leaning back in her expensive chair while her breasts seemed to bulge and float with braless volume in her silk robe.
"Is it true that you can piss an extremely large amount?" the principal asked, after a further pause.
Chris immediately blushed. "Uh-"
"Every male in Minerva Town is special and worthy of service," Wilhelmina went on, putting her cup down on the saucer and standing up from the desk. She began to walk around it to address him at closer range. "Even the shyest boys who lack confidence in their bodies are invited to fuck us and piss on us as much as they like. Isn't that right, girls?"
"Yes, Miss Bissonette!" chorused Mio, Janette, Val and Shauna.
"You girls love it when guys just walk up to you and piss in your face, don't you?"
"Yes, Miss Bissonette!"
Principal Wilhelmina stopped next to Chris and stared him down with her bright, amber eyes. They were filled with lust and confidence. Her hand reached down to grope Chris' penis through his pants. "And I love it too," she added, licking her lips like a blood-thirsty witch. "I'm the principal of this school and every student is welcome to come into my office and jerk off on my face, any time he likes!"
Chris looked her up and down. Just imagining her, with her voluptuous body and confident demeanor, sitting at her desk while a line of high school boys walked up and unloaded on her… it was lewd enough to get his motor into high gear, regardless of all the loads he'd already blown that day.
"But just because all boys are treated equal at Minerva Town High School, doesn't mean they are equal," she went on, groping Chris' cock more firmly. "That's why we've established the Minerva Town High School Executive Pissing Club."
Chris blinked. "The what?" he asked, then bit his bottom lip and groaned as her hand expertly encircled his cock. This was clearly a woman with a lot of cock-jerking experience.
"It's a place where gifted boys, like yourself, can reach their full potential," Wilhelmina said, pressing her body up against him. He could feel the weight of her breasts as they compacted between his frame and hers. "But first, you have to prove your aptitude. So you have to beat me."
Chris gulped. When he spoke, his voice was just a whisper, which was all he needed, since their faces were in such close proximity. "B-beat you in what?"
Miss Wilhelmina spread her arms, letting the robe slide off. Her breasts were revealed, a pair of fat, hanging melons that were even larger than Shauna's. Her body had a flawless, pale color. Her buttocks seemed to swell behind her in gravity-defying, weighty crescents of flesh. But the major reveal was something that hadn't been obvious below the loose-fitting robe… 'Miss' Wilhelmina had an enormous penis! It hung like a slab all the way down to her knees, a massive hose of flesh that matched her skin color near the base but then gained a gradually pinker tone as one followed the fat vein that run across the top of the shaft. The bulbous head was the size of an apple.
"Why, a pissing contest, of course."
Chris eyes, which had already fallen out of his head at least five times that day, struggled anew to remain lodged in his skull. He'd seen a lot at Minerva High, but nothing he'd seen had prepared him for this! The top faculty member, a gorgeous woman, had the largest penis he had ever seen, dangling between her shapely thighs! It was at least twice as long as his own, and it wasn't even hard.
"So what do you say, Mister Weiss?" she asked him, with a strange formality. She gestured to the naked girls who had accompanied him into the room. "Let you choose your favorite girl, and I'll choose mine, and we'll both relieve ourselves. The one who lasts the longest shall be the winner." She made a gesture, and the fox-masked males, who Chris saw now were not members of the club but simple servants, moved to deposit several cases of bottled water on the floor next to the assembly. "After a suitable period of preparation, of course."
"And what do I stand to win?" Chris asked. "Since I can already stroll up to you and fuck you anytime I want, according to the town charter?" He knew he was being a bit cheeky, but couldn't resist. Wilhelmina even seemed to enjoy the combative note in his voice, and leaned in close to whisper in his ear.
"Why, my esteem, of course," she said, and licked her tongue along his earlobe. "Trust me when I say that while the girls of Minerva Town are available to all… we go the 'extra mile' for males we especially admire." She winked. "We might even become your personal harem."
Chris pondered this for only a second. That morning, he had been a quiet, unassuming high school student. Now, he felt like a warrior who had ascended the summit of a mountain, only to face his greatest challenge. If he won, he would take a special place of esteem among the women of the town. If he lost, he would return to obscurity, and whatever service he got from them in days to come, he would know it was because of a town mandate, not because he 'deserved it'. Yet he felt empowered by the events of the day, with a swell of courage inside him that he could never have imagined feeling just 24 hours prior.
"Let's drink," he said, gravely, putting on his game face and thinking about the bladder issues that had once been his curse. His greatest weakness, it seemed, would become his greatest strength. He held out his hand. "Water!" he yelled. And it was Mio who placed the first bottle in his hand.
He raised it to his lips and started to swallow greedily, not caring about refreshment but only about filling up. The girls removed his pants and underwear while he went about the business of refreshment, and Wilhelmina matched him bottle for bottle until both cases of water were gone. "You should know," she said, finishing up a drink and tossing it with a plastic clatter, "that nobody has ever beaten me."
"There's a first time for everything," said Chris. He was thinking about Mio, with her cute, compact body and those blonde twin-tails, her cheerleader affectations and the bratty expression that came over her face when she didn't get what she wanted. She would be his weapon of choice, a girl so like the desired conquests of years past that it would be his pleasure to take a big, long piss right in her face, marking her but also symbolically marking every hot chick from every school he'd ever attended. Thus, it was Mio opposite him when he finally stood parallel to Wilhelmina, cock in hand, while the other used two hands to handle and present her massive, veiny piss cannon. If the size of weaponry were the criteria, Chris would have quickly been judged the loser, but this was a contest of a different kind. Wilhelmina had chosen Janette, who looked honored to have the privilege of taking part in the contest.
Mio had stripped down naked, sitting on the floor in front of him with her thighs spread to present her pink, teenage pussy and pert breasts. She kept her head turned at naught angle, showing him one cheek and one. "You can do it, Chris!" she urged. "Completely drown me in your piss!"
"I can't believe I get to take all the piss from Miss Wilhelmina's huge cock!" Janette was moaning, fingering herself as she lay on the floor. "It's such an honor!"
Their streams erupted at the same time. Miss Wilhelmina cackled with glee, for her emission was like a veritable eruption of piss, the foamy yellow stream arcing cleanly through the air in a finger-thick line and splashing down on Janette's long-legged teenage body, blasting into her face, her chin, her swan-like neck, then moving to hose down her breasts, the impact of the liquid vibrating them hard enough to cause her nipples to stiffen. "Ah, it feels so good to really let loose! I can't possibly lose!" But when she looked to her immediate left, her expression changed from one of triumph to one of astounded surprise.
Chris, with a determined smile on his face, was holding his six-inch penis and pissing on Mio so furiously that it looked like someone had turned on a faucet inside his cock. The highly pressurized stream was soaking every inch of her nubile teenage body, making her moan as she masturbated and rubbed her wet flesh, directly her erogenous zones into the frothing, steaming rope of yellow glory. "Hahahah!" Chris cried. "You don't know who you're messing with, Principal Wilhelmina! My entire life has built up to this moment!"
Mio was moaning like a bitch in heat. "Nnngh!" she mewled, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. "Being pissed on by Chris feels so amazing! He's making me cum, just from spraying my pussy with his super-hard piss! He's making my clit tingle! I'm getting fucked by his piss! I'm gonna cum!"
They went on for minutes on end, with both piss-targets moaning, cumming, and extolling the virtues of their respective pissers. But by the time Principal Wilhelmina's stream was finally beginning to sputter, Chris was still going strong. His bladder, for so many years a source of worry and consternation, was now his super-power. "N-no!" Wilhelmina cried, sensing her impending loss, looking over at Chris with a mixture of lust, submission, and newfound respect. "It's impossible!"
"Wrong!" Chris cried, throwing himself into the role of the conquering hero, directing his stream directly into Mio's face and feeding her as much hot, foamy, steaming piss as she could gulp down into her taut teenage belly. "Looks like you're running out! That donkey dick of yours gives you no advantage in a contest like this! You challenged the wrong person, Principal!"
By the time Wilhelmina had subsided to just a few drips and drops, Chris was still pissing straight into Mio's mouth, causing her to gulp and cradle her piss-swollen belly. By this time, adult rival couldn't take her eyes off of his constantly-spewing piss cannon. "It's amazing!" she moaned, obviously aroused. "I...I have no choice but to declare you the winner!"
"Damn right!" Chris cried, and then reached over to grab a handful of her carefully coiffed black hair, forcing her to her knees. He shoved his still-spurting dick between Miss Wilhelmina's lips and took great pleasure in culminating his victory by pissing straight down her throat, watching her defiant eyes turn to submissive, rolled-back lust-lamps as he used her amazing body as his personal toilet. Her cock hung down between her splayed thighs in a defeated coil, dripping piss onto the saturated floor. "You're going to be my cum dump from now on," he promised, and she nodded enthusiastically, even with his cock still in her mouth. "All of you."
The girls squealed their enthusiastic assent. "You're so amazing, Chris!" Shauna moaned, pressing her cheek against his leg and kissing it submissively. "I just want to drink all of your cum and piss, every day!" Val, Mio, and Janette offered similar promises, and the once authoritative Miss Wilhelmina, moaning and clutching a lewd belly that was filled with his urine and looked subtly pregnant with the volume of his emission, gurgled her agreement as well.
"From now on, every day, I want you to fuck my asshole while I piss all over my own face!" she begged, pulling her mouth from his cock long enough to speak. "Y-you're officially the new president! The girls and I, are nothing but your slutty piss-hogs! We'll service you every day, before any of the others. You'll be first among males at this school! Even in the whole town! Nnngh! I'm cumming, just from taking all of your hot, nasty piss!" Her eyes rolled back in her head and her enormous cock erupted with gouts of thick semen that piled lewdly on the floor to mix with the overflow that was pouring down her tits.
The other girls were on the floor, in doggystyle positions, begging him to fuck their asses and pussies, turned on by being pissed on and seeing so much libertine lewdness occur in such a short time. But Chris was sated for the moment, having finished his defilement of Miss Wilhelmina's throat by cumming on her moaning face as well. Instead, he directed the assembled fox-masked men with a wave of his hand. "You guys take care of these sluts," he said, thumbing toward Wilhelmina. "You heard her, I'm the new president." With that decree made, he walked over to Wilhelmina's desk, sat back, put his feet up, and watched the five women get their holes pounded by the dozen sturdy-cocked manservants in the room.
With the moans of the girls loud in his ears, he turned the chair to look out over the courtyard, which still had a straggling of students walking about. The sun was beginning to set, casting his nude body in a warming glow. I could get used to this, he thought. Minerva Town is pretty great, after all.