****** Julie's Wild Week #3 - Julie's Naked Toilet Adventure by Arthur Saxon
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Julie's Wild Week #3 - Julie's Naked Toilet Adventure

[NOTE TO READERS: This series is not just a loose collection of stories - it is
a continuous narrative that is best read from start to finish. Please email any
feedback to meganeura@hotmail.com]

Halfway through the next lesson, Julie was bored. She idly began dreaming up
new thrill-seeking escapades, and soon became aroused again. 'This is crazy,'
she thought to herself. 'At this rate I'll be dancing naked in the classroom
before the end of the day. I must try to pace myself.'

But she was finding it very hard to concentrate on the French teacher's
monotonous delivery. Her thoughts turned to her banana adventure, and it
occurred to her that she loved the feeling of having something messy and
squishy in her panties. The memory of forcing the mushy banana out of her cunt
and into her panties drove her wild with excitement. She began to fantasise
about what might have happened if she had been caught with her panties full of
banana. What would the boys have done to her? Would they have stripped her?
Held her down? Fondled her? Pushed their fingers into her cunt? These ideas
were frightening, yet arousing. The thought that all these things might have
happened made her adventure seem that much more dangerous, more risky, more
exciting.

At the end of the lesson Julie went to the toilets again, this time for the
more conventional purpose of peeing. She hoisted her skirt up around her waist,
and was about to pull her panties down when she had a sudden thought. Why pull
her panties down? Would it not be more interesting to pee in her panties?

Feeling the familiar adrenaline rush, she sat down with her panties still
pulled up. She was so excited that it took a while for her bladder to respond,
but she eventually managed to relax enough for her pee to start flowing. And
flow it did. Her panties were instantly soaked, and on an impulse Julie reached
down to stroke her pussy through the sodden material as her urine continued to
pour through. When she had finished, she took off her panties and wrung them
out with her hands. Then she flushed the toilet and washed her panties
thoroughly under the torrent of clean water. When she was satisfied they were
free of her pee, she wrung them out again, twisting them tightly to extract as
much moisture from them as possible.

However they were still very damp, and Julie was not sure she wanted to put
them back on just yet. Then a lovely idea occurred to her. Why not spend the
rest of the day wearing no panties? She was wearing a longish skirt - if she
was careful, nobody would be any the wiser. She shivered with a mixture of fear
and excitement at the thought of walking around the school wearing a skirt and
no panties.

But what would she do with the panties? And what else could she put inside her
cunt? The answer, Julie suddenly realised, was exquisite and obvious. She
scrunched up her panties into a small, compact cylinder, then carefully began
to insert them into her cunt. Gradually she worked more and more of them
inside, then finally succeeded in completely burying them. She used a couple of
fingers to push them really deep, then she dropped her skirt, picked up her
backpack, and hurried off to her next lesson.

Her panties, unlike the banana, did not threaten to come out during either of
the next two lessons, which came as both a relief and a strange disappointment
to Julie. It was definitely pleasurable to feel her cunt packed full of her
panties, but the element of danger was no longer there so it was not quite so
exciting. When the lunch bell rang, Julie returned to the toilet to consider
other options.

For a couple of minutes the toilets were busy with girls coming in from the
fifth lesson to empty their bladders prior to going outside for their lunch.
But Julie sat still, waiting for them all to leave, and within ten minutes she
had the toilets to herself.

So what now? She thought for a few moments, then took off her jacket and hung
it on a peg on the partition wall of her stall. An idea had occurred to her,
and she was beginning to get excited about it. She took off her tie and hung it
up with her jacket, then she unbuttoned her shirt, took that off and hung it up
too. Then, with a shiver of delight, she removed her bra and hung it up with
the rest of her clothes. Finally she took off her skirt and hung that up as
well.

Now she was completely naked, apart from her shoes and socks. 'Well, why stop
there?' she thought. So she took off her shoes and socks, and placed them on
the toilet seat, having first closed the lid. 'My goodness!' she told herself
in excitement. 'I'm naked!'

She listened carefully for any sounds outside her stall. She could hear none.
'This is it,' she said to herself. 'Let's see what you're made of, Julie.'

With a thumping heart, she unlocked the door to her stall and peered around the
edge. She could see nobody. She opened the door a little wider, then carefully
stepped out into the basin area. The toilets were deserted. She stopped in
front of the mirror and began to caress her breasts, apparently casually,
though in fact she was ready to spring back into her stall if she heard a
single sound from outside.

She approached the door. Listening hard all the while, she took hold of the
handle and began to open the door. When there was a crack large enough to see
through, she put her eye up to it and looked out into the corridor. It was
apparently deserted. She opened the door wider, then wider still. Then she
cautiously walked out into the corridor. Still nobody appeared.

Then the sound of a door slamming panicked her and she darted back inside the
toilet, pushing the door almost closed so that she could still see out into the
corridor. There came a sound of running feet, then a boy ran past her door. He
continued up the corridor and disappeared.

Julie was about to head out into the corridor again when, on a sudden impulse,
she closed the door to her stall and carefully locked it (this was possible to
do from the outside, fortunately, if one had longish fingernails). Then she re-
crossed the basin area, took a quick look out into the corridor, and stepped
outside again.

The door closed behind her. She was standing in the main corridor of her
school, and she was stark naked. The thrill was intense. She felt horny, yet
scared, and she loved it. She began to walk, very slowly, down the corridor.
The first room she came to was the Biology Lab. Taking a quick peak through the
window to make sure it was empty, she opened the door and entered.

She walked around to the front of the room. The teacher's desk was broad and
flat, and had only a few books on it. She placed the books on the floor, then
climbed on to the desk, lay on her back, spread her legs wide, and began to
masturbate. How many times had she masturbated today? Four? Five? Her clit was
becoming rather sore, but she was too horny to care. She closed her eyes and
imagined staying here until the end of the lunch hour. Then people would start
coming in, she would be trapped, and they would surely find her here, naked.
The thought was at once terrifying and wonderfully erotic.

Once she climaxed, however, she misgave. She hopped off the desk and trotted to
the door. She took a quick look out into the corridor, and her heart leaped
into her mouth. Mrs Williams was coming. Mrs Williams was the Biology teacher,
and it was almost certain that she would be coming into this room!

In a panic, Julie rushed to a cupboard on the far wall and opened it. It was
large, fortunately, and empty enough for her to squeeze in and still get the
door closed. She did so, then held her breath and waited. She heard the lab
door open, and then footsteps. Then the creak of a chair. Then relative
silence. Only the occasional rustle of papers told her that Mrs Williams was
still out there.

'Oh great,' she thought. 'What am I to do now?'

But the decision was made for her. Whether Mrs Williams had heard something, or
simply needed to get something out of the cupboard, Julie was not sure, but the
next thing she knew the cupboard door was being opened, and there was Mrs
Williams. Julie cowered down in terror and embarrassment.

"Julie? What on Earth are you doing in there?" Mrs Williams demanded.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs Williams!" wailed Julie, climbing out of the cupboard and
desperately trying to cover herself with her hands. "I'm doing this for a dare,
but I got trapped in here and when I saw you coming I hid in the cupboard. Oh
please, Mrs Williams, please don't tell Mr Dean!"

"A dare? You're a stupid girl, do you know that? Where are your clothes?"

"They're in the toilet, Mrs Williams."

"Then I suggest you go back there and get dressed immediately," said Mrs
Williams with a frown. "I won't tell the headmaster, but you have a cross."

"Oh please, don't give me a cross. I already have four - another will put me on
Report."

Mrs Williams sighed. "You should have thought about that before you pulled this
prank. Oh very well, I'll let you off this time. I don't know what I'd write in
the book anyway. Go on, Julie, before anyone else sees you."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Julie ran to the door, looked both ways down
the corridor, then fled back to the toilet.

'Wow!' she thought to herself. 'I got caught! What a rush!' She considered
herself very fortunate not to have got into trouble, and she resolved to be
nicer to Mrs Williams in future.

She got dressed and went outside to eat her lunch. She found her friends and
sat with them while she ate. She was too preoccupied to chat much with them -
she could feel the panties still bunched up inside her, and it was not long
before she was longing for more adventures. When she had finished eating, she
made an excuse and went back inside.

There were still twenty minutes of Lunch Break left. Julie returned to her
stall in the toilet and stripped naked again. She loved being naked, especially
in a place where she was supposed to be fully dressed. It felt so naughty, so
erotic...

She felt the need to poo, so she sat down and did so. As the product of her
bowels slowly began to emerge from her anus, it occurred to her that she had
always found this something of a sexual experience. The feeling of having her
anus forced open, and something large and slippery sliding through it, was
quite stimulating.

With an effort, she forced the poo back in - it was not yet past the point of
no return. 'I peed in my panties earlier today,' she thought. 'Why not poo in
them now?'

She retrieved her panties from inside her cunt, and put them on, soaked though
they were with her own juices. She rubbed her pussy through her panties,
delighted at how naughty she was being. Then she sat down again, and began to
squeeze.

The poo began to emerge once more. She felt it hit the material of her panties,
but she kept on pushing. More and more of the poo came out, and she reached
back with her hand to feel how it was distending her panties. At length she
came to a halt - her panties were now pushing back as hard as she could squeeze
the poo out. She stood up and pulled the panties down a fraction, then forced
out the rest of the poo.

She pulled her panties back up and sat down, feeling her poo nestling warmly
between her buttocks. She reached between her legs and felt the lump with her
fingers. Then she began to press it in, squishing it against her anus and the
flesh of her bottom. The smell became rather intense, but Julie found it did
not detract from the experience. 'What a sensation!' she thought.

She stood up, then opened up her panties at the front and looked down to see
the mess she had made. The poo was still pretty much intact, though it had been
considerably flattened. It was lying towards the back of her panties, and Julie
decided it should be rearranged. She carefully picked it up and pulled it
forward, so it was lying along the length of her gusset. Then she pulled her
panties up again, and this time it was nestling between her pussy lips as well
as extending back past her anus.

Julie took hold of the sides of her panties and pulled them up firmly,
squishing the poo against her clitoris. It felt heavenly. She sighed and sat
down again. She leaned back against the cistern, spread her legs, then pressed
her palm against her panties just over where her clitoris was. She applied some
pressure to squish the poo a little more, then began to move her palm slowly
forwards and backwards, so that the poo slid along her groove and caressed her
clitoris. Julie moaned out loud - this was better than the banana!

She knew that the end of Lunch Break was approaching, but she was too high on
adrenaline and sexual pleasure to think straight. She reached inside her
panties and grabbed a handful of poo, then pulled it out and slapped the
disgusting mess on to her left breast. She rubbed it around, coating her breast
with poo, mashing the evil-smelling stuff into her nipple. Then she took
another handful and gave her right breast the same treatment. With both hands
she took most of what was left and rubbed it all over her torso, getting high
on the smell as well as the pleasure she was feeling. She put her right hand
back in her panties, taking hold of the remaining poo and mashing it into her
pussy. Then she masturbated, while her left hand continued to rub poo into her
breasts.

Her orgasm was so intense she thought her loins would explode. Her cheeks felt
burning hot. She sighed and slumped against the cistern, exhausted. She looked
at her watch. She had eight minutes to clean up! Less, probably, since some of
the girls would probably be coming in here before the lesson started.

Julie quickly pulled off her panties and dropped them in the toilet bowl, then
grabbed several handfuls of toilet tissue from the dispenser on the wall. She
flushed, holding the tissues underneath the water until they were soaking wet.
She then used them as a sponge, wiping the poo from her breasts and stomach.
Soon they were filthy, and she grabbed another handful. In this way, she had
cleaned off practically all the poo in just a couple of minutes. Still nobody
had come in, although she could hear voices and running feet outside in the
corridor.

'I have to get out of here,' she told herself. 'If people associate me with
this smell, they'll crucify me.' She hurriedly got dressed, rushed to the door,
and slipped out into the corridor. She had escaped.