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Jannine & Wendy In The Mud (ff cons ws hs fat teen)
By Aaron Webster
Opening Statements
This story is part of the Schoolgirl Scandals series archived at
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/aaronwebster/www/
These stories contain scenes of a sexual nature, involving adults,
teenagers, preteens and others.
If this disturbs you, or it is illegal for you to view this type of
material in your area, you should STOP READING NOW!
This story may be freely distributed across the internet or in print,
provided:
- That the entire text (including these opening statements) is
preserved intact.
- That you drop me an e-mail to badteecha@hotmail.com to let me know
where it is (who knows I may even make a link to your site).
- That, if you archive it on a pay-site, you at least give me a
password in.
Finally: This story is a fantasy. All characters are fictitious and I
in no way condone acts of a sexual or violent nature towards minors. If
you are unable to differentiate between fantasy & reality, please don't
read this story.
The Story (500 words)
Friday, 10th November 2000.
The old man and his dog watched nearly fifty thirteen year old girls
jog by through the drizzling rain. Their red ruddy legs propelled them
forward and little breasts jiggled against tight t-shirts, dampened by
perspiration and rain.
Nearly 100 yards behind, Wendy and Jannine struggled, goaded on by a
frustrated games mistress. They were the fat girls and the annual cross-
country practice was the humiliation of the games lesson raised to the
nth degree.
Ahead, one girl broke away from the main pack and fell back towards
them.
"Please Miss," said Julianne Price, ignoring the fat girls, "will you
run with us?"
"I'd love to," Miss Cooper replied, not at all breathless, "but I have
to stay at the back."
"But those fat pigs will never catch up!"
"They can't help it," replied the teacher diplomatically.
"They can, Miss. They were stuffing themselves with crisps before.
Please run with us!"
"I suppose it wouldn't do any harm," replied the teacher.
"All right then, you two," she addressed Wendy and Jannine, "I don't
want you slacking. If you come in more than five minutes late, I will
send somebody back and you will be in big trouble."
"I'll go back for them, Miss," said Julianne. Miss Cooper thanked her
and they started to run ahead.
Wendy and Jannine ran on in silence, too exhausted to speak, until they
came to the water jump.
"How the fuck are we supposed to jumped that?" asked Jannine. The
weather and 100 teenage feet had smoothed the mud into fine paste.
"I'll try." Wendy took a lumbering run up to the ditch, slipped as she
jumped and fell into a foot of liquid mud. She let out a torrent of
abuse. Jannine, giggling, offered a hand to her friend, but Wendy
tugged on it and pulled Jannine down with her.
"Shit!" shouted Jannine, "I'm covered in mud. My t-shirt is soaking."
"Well take it off," answered her friend. Jannine did so and instantly
Wendy started forcing great globs of mud into her friend's bra,
smothering her little titties. Jannine shrieked and began pushing mud
up under the other girl's t-shirt. Giggling, the two girls rolled over
and over in the mud.
"Oh God, I need a piss," said Jannine. And right there and then she
pulled off her navy running knickers and started to piss onto the mud.
"Ugh, you dirty bitch!" yelled Wendy, as steaming liquid ran towards
her. She picked up large globs of pissy mud and started hurling them at
her friend.
"Have it back," she cried, grabbing Jannine and forcing slippery muddy
fingers into her friend's exposed vagina.
"No, you have it back," yelled Jannine, pushing more mud down her
friend's knickers.
The two girls slithered and slid around, like two teenage sumos,
giggling loudly. But they were so busy larking about that they didn't
see a figure approach.
"Ugh! You fucking disgusting lesbo queers! I'm going to tell everyone
about this."
It was Julianne Price.
Dramatis Personae
Stars:
Jannine Davies
Wendy Hunt
Guest Stars:
Mandy Cooper
Old Man
Julianne Price
(C) Aaron Webster November 2000
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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