Message-ID: <14499eli$9808181804@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Paul Potiki" Subject: Gym Games by Avenger (WS, Teen, Voyeur) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <01bdb9f1$e38764c0$LocalHost@PigeonMan.earthlight.co.nz> ------ I wrote this. It’s all mine, okay? Anyone says any different, I’ll send the MIBs round and they will roger your firstborn till they draw blood, okay? Got it? Good. Copyright 1997, okay? You’d just better watch yourselves, that’s all I’m saying... you shifty pieces of work, you. ------ GymGames by Avenger Geoff arrived at the Gym and gazed around at its walls and bleachers. The hard cold floor was painted all over with different coloured lines representing various areas for each sport played there. Basketball, Netball, Indoor Soccer, Badminton, Tennis, and probably Mega Space Anti-Grav Hockey for all he knew. Geoff was not a sport-minded person. He was in fact a lazy, TV watching, computer-game playing lay-about whose only exercise was walking to and from the bus stop each day to get to school. Geoff Sinclair was an Art Teacher. Not one of those weirdo wacky New Age Bohemian kind of Art Teachers, that believes evocation of emotion is most important, it doesn't matter that the figure has three arms and its eyes are on its back. No, he was a fairly straight-forward 'this is how you draw a human body, a horse, a tree, and these colours work well together' type of Art Teacher. He couldn't stand the attitude of some of those irritating weird people, that which a friend of his once gave as the technical term: "Wanky Shit." However, Art was not on his teaching agenda that afternoon. Instead, as Mr Williams the PE Teacher had taken ill, Geoff was unfortunately the only teacher available at short notice to take the entire Sixth Form Gym class, and rather foolishly he rashly agreed, believing it might actually be a bit of fun. As soon as he walked into the large Hall, though, he rapidly began to doubt if it was such a good idea. Oh well, it was only two hours or so, then he could go home. Well, after he had marked the Form Three homework. Bluh. The bell rung one o'clock, so Geoff began to set up a bit of what he planned for the class to do. He rummaged through some boxes and found piles of tennis balls, a racquet, and a few base things from softball, or baseball, or whatever they played in this Americanised culture these days. He vaguely placed the bases in almost random positions and ambled lazily over to sit on a bleacher, awaiting the students arrival from out of the changing rooms. Intermittently over the next five to ten minutes they appeared through the Gym Hall doors in straggling groups of two or three, the boys markedly separated from the girl groups, and each one gave a look of surprise at the sight of the famously lazy Mr Sinclair ready to take their class. "Mr Williams is ill today," he told the class after the last of them appeared to have arrived, "so, yes, as unlikely as it may seem, I will be taking you for PE." A couple of the young boys laughed wryly, but before they could comment, Geoff interrupted them. "Yes, yes, I know. But you see, I don't have to do any rapid movement. All I have to do is tell you to run around everywhere. Easy. One of the few perq’s of being a teacher." The whole class groaned at the thought. "Right, what we will be playing today is a game I have invented myself. It took me hours, and hours of thought, with careful consideration about fair-play between the teams, about how the rules must reflect today's society, the ideals of the nineties. Like I said, I thought about it, but then I figured, ‘who gives a monkeys,’ and at the last minute I changed all my rules, and basically made it all up when I was watching you all come in." Geoff stood up and indicated the playing area. "I call it 'Death by Rounders', and what you do is, you are divided into three teams, one is the batting team, one is the fielding team, and one is the attacking team. The batters hit the ball wherever, and as they run twice round the bases, they are pelted with tennis balls by the attackers. The challenge is in the fielding. One of these tennis balls is marked with an X. That is the only ball the fielders are allowed to touch. If they can find that ball and chuck it back to home base before the batter gets back, then he's out and the teams rotate." He looked at the smirks and grins on most of the class's faces. "Now does that sound cool or what? Now go to it." As Geoff divided the teams up completely randomly, he realised he'd forgotten an important rule. "Oh yeah. And if any of the tennis balls hit ME, then you have to run three circuits of the gym before you can carry on with the game." Surprisingly the game went swimmingly well. They picked up the somewhat arbitrary rules quite quickly, they enthusiastically threw tennis balls all over the hall until there were about fifty of them rolling around on the floor, making the fielding team's job of finding their special ball almost impossible at times, especially when the attackers purposely hid it, and tossed it around their own team. Geoff decided that such challenging play should be part of the rules, and made a mental note of it, were he to ever be in a situation where it could be played again. Knowing his luck, Mr Williams would be sick for a month, and he'd have to eventually tax his mind for another two minutes to invent a new game. They were enjoying themselves so much that Geoff could relax on the bleachers and lazily watch them play, coming up with new rules, which, if he thought they'd work, he'd shout out so they could be implemented on the run, as it were. "New rule!" he cried at one point, causing everyone to pause and wait. "If a fielder gets hit by the X ball when the batter hits it, that fielder must swap teams with the batter, and it is now his or her turn to bat!" The class laughed. They all appeared to be enjoying the game immensely. Forty-five minutes into the class, the Hall doors opened to reveal some latecomers. Five girls ambled in, joking amongst themselves. Geoff frowned and walked over to them. "And what exactly do you think you're doing?" "We're here for PE," a dark haired girl, Victoria, told him. "What are you doing here? Where's Williams?" "Mister Williams is ill, and I'm taking PE today." He looked at them all, dressed casually in their mufti clothes, Victoria, Karen, Cushla, Elizabeth, and Amy. "Where have you been? Why are you nearly an hour late?" Karen looked around at her mates and laughed. "We were, you know, having lunch." "Lunch? Where, in Paris? Lunch hour finishes at one, not two. You don't need to go downtown, you can get your lunch here. You will all be staying after school for an hour. All five of you. I'm sure I can find a suitable punishment for you all. Now come on and join a team. Where are you going?" The girls looked up at him, annoyed. "We're going to get changed." "You've wasted more than enough time already, just wear what you've got on! Now hurry up! Don't try my patience with you! You are in trouble! You're in the fielders team, you're in the batters, you..." he divided them all up into separate teams, in a foolishly optimistic attempt to keep them separated. Of course, it didn't work. Somehow, they managed to have a fielder, a batter, and an attacker all hang around in the same area at every opportunity during the game. This only made Geoff more angry with them, as they blatantly did what they wanted, rather than what the school decided was best for them. He very carefully managed to think around the real consequences of this sort of dictatorship rule that schools around the world have had through history - if you're not careful you start to question, and then you're standing up for your principles, and then, well, whammo, you're out of a job. Just stick to the rules and life will go on. And these girls were breaking the rules. Geoff tried to think of a suitably appropriate punishment, but was finding it hard to come up with one. "Right. Take a break for a wee while, have a rest, a drink of water or whatever for ten minutes, then we'll get back into it - Karen, Victoria, where are you two going?" The two girls stopped with an anxious look of disbelief. "We're going to the toilet, if you want the whole world to know. Why, aren't we allowed to?" "Actually, no, you aren't. You're being punished, remember? You'll stay here, and you'll jog round the hall till the game starts again. Come on, all five of you girls. You missed out on the first hour of the game, and you've hardly put any effort into what little you have played. Get jogging, hurry up!" Karen stared at him in amazement. "But we have to go to the toilet! If we don't we'll bust!" "Oh dear, what a shame. Ninety minutes of lunch break not enough time for you to take care of things like that? Good grief, how long does it take you usually? Now shut up and get moving. Now!" With looks of anger building in their faces the girls muttered to themselves bitterly as they pretended to jog round the Gym. Geoff didn't really expect them to actually move faster than a walk, but that was okay. It was the humiliation he was after.When the break was over, and the game restarted, he could see Karen and Victoria were beginning to feel uncomfortable, jiggling around a little every-so-often. They distracted him somewhat with this, and so he spent a large period of the last half of the game concentrating on these five young women. He continued to try and think of a punishment for them, but so far stopping them from going to the toilet was the best he could come up with. They were all rather attractive girls, really. Slim, pretty. -Victoria, the ring-leader, had long dark straight hair down to her shoulders, with intense, burning green eyes that bore down to your soul, and in her short skirt, showing off her long tanned legs very nicely, she was a photographers dream. She seemed to be unaware of her beauty, but that was all part of her sexiness. -Karen, second in command, had shorter blonde straight hair cut boyishly, and pale blue eyes. Her tight white jeans showed off her sculpted arse beautifully. She looked like she exercised regularly anyway, it was a surprise she seemed to resent Gym so much. -Cushla had short black curly hair, but her eyes had lashes you'd fall at her feet and worship her over. She was going to be a real man-eater, that one. She wore a denim jacket over a T-shirt, with torn blue jeans that she had scribbled graffiti all over. -Elizabeth was a petite cute one, with a dainty nose, heavy lidded brown eyes, and rich tan-brown wavy hair swept over her forehead to hang down hiding her face most of the time. She wore a knee length skirt and Nikes and she was adorable. She didn't deserve to hang out with such a disreputable bunch. -The real rebel, though, despite being the quiet background one, was Amy. Thin as a waif, her blonde hair was in severe pig-tails, in the current grunge fashion, as was her tight t-shirt that revealed her navel, and the extremely briefly cut, tight shorts, which were always threatening to, but never quite actually, reveal her all to the world in a most blatant manner. As it was, they clung so tightly to her you could pretty much see it all in relief anyway. Watching them gravitate towards each other at every chance, seeing the discomfort on their faces as Karen and Victoria crossed their legs, or as the others just looked miserable at their impending punishment, and having gauged them in the appreciative manner that he had, Geoff was beginning to get a little turned on. Realising the scary consequences of that, he tried to draw his attention back to the game at hand. "Mr Sinclair! I really, really need to go. I'm gonna explode!" Geoff looked at where the voice was coming from. Karen was pressing her hand into the crotch of her white jeans, anxiously pleading with her eyes. Victoria, who didn't appear to be on quite the same level of urgency, was with her. "Ten minutes till bell time. You can hold on that long," replied Geoff. "I really don't know if I can, Mr Sinclair. Please!" Karen cried. But Geoff could see she wasn't quite as desperate as she appeared. It was an exaggerated effort to get out early, he'd seen it before by better actors than her. She had a bit of time yet. And as if to prove it, at his denial she stood up as though she was almost fine, and then wandered off with her friends to loiter on the outskirts of the game. The bell rung for home-time, the blue team (of which there wasn't one) was declared the winner, and with a confused cheer the class traipsed off to the changing rooms. All except for the gang of five. "Karen, where are you going? You don't need to get changed. Victoria, you too. You're none of you in your gym gear. Come on, this way." Karen and Victoria looked at Geoff with complete astonishment. "But we need to go to the toilet! DESPERATELY!! This is ridiculous, we've been holding out for ages!!" Victoria exclaimed, her legs clenched tightly together. "Yeah. I need to go too, now," claimed Elizabeth, with Amy and Cushla nodding in agreement that they all were feeling a little anxious. "Good grief, all of you? What did you do this lunch time, anyway, drain the swimming pool?" Geoff asked them. But he was determined. "No. You are staying behind in punishment, and punishment you shall get. One of those acts will be you cannot go to the bathroom until I say so. Now sit down at the desks in the foyer, and be quiet. I have some Art marking to do, and I'll be here for the next half hour at least!" The girls whimpered but reluctantly sat down anyway. Victoria crossed her legs and jiggled them up and down constantly at her seat. Karen jammed her hand in her crotch and muttered obscenities quietly to herself as she tried to take her mind off it. The others all made lame attempts to try and appear as desperate, but weren't putting much effort into it. Geoff had taken punishment duty before and knew full well that the toilet visit excuse was so that they could briefly hang out together in the bathroom and talk. He knew a fake toilet jiggle when he saw it. Fifteen minutes later, he couldn't stand it any longer. He stopped his marking and looked at them all, with their desperate faces, their screwed up anxious expressions. All through this time he was getting more and more turned on. Looking up at them occasionally, he stole glances at their breasts, their crotches, whenever they weren't looking at him. His penis was reacting, and it was driving him a bit funny. Coupled with the jiggling, the tense atmosphere, and the sweat he could now see filming the two main girls' faces, he felt it was time to give in. Almost... "Do you seriously expect me to believe that all five of you are desperate to go to the lav? I mean one or two, sure, that can happen. But all of you?" The girls nodded hurriedly. "We do, we do, really!" they all echoed. Geoff scanned them one by one as he spoke. "Sorry. I don't believe you. You're going to have to be able to prove it before I can let you all go. I know fakery when I see it, and I think I can see some fakery here." "No! Honestly! We all really, really need to go NOW!!" "Proof. That's what I need. I simply don't trust you." The girls were really desperate now. "Proof? How? We just need to go!" Geoff stood up. "Okay. Come on then." And he walked towards the changing room area. The girls all stood up and ran to the room, rushing through the door. Geoff, however, followed them in. "Wait! Wait! Don't run! Your punishment isn't over yet, you know!" "Mr Sinclair, this is the girls changing rooms!" Cushla exclaimed. "You're not allowed in here!" He ignored her. His penis was quite stiff now, his hand was in his pocket in an attempt to disguise the fact. The girls were almost at the solitary toilet stall, ready to bombard it. "I said I needed proof that you other three really do want to go to the toilet. I'm here to get that proof. Cushla, you first." She hesitated. "What..?" He indicated the cubicle. "Prove you were desperate for a pee." She looked at him with those long lashes. "...er, okay..." She entered the stall and went to close the door. "Wait, wait. What are you doing?" Geoff asked her. "Oh what now? You just said I could!" "I said you had to prove it. Closing the door, then two minutes later you come out again is hardly proof." Geoff looked at her intently. "You leave the door open." There was an incredible silence. Eventually Elizabeth spoke. "You want to watch us?" Geoff looked at each of them in turn. "Proof is what I'm here for, and proof, real proof, is what I'll get. Now come on. If you can prove you really do all need to go, you can go home and your punishment is over." The silence continued. Until Victoria said, "Oh, hurry up. Do it, otherwise I'll really be in trouble!" Cushla looked at her. "But in front of him?" "Look, if this is how he gets his jollies, then let's just indulge him and get the fuck out of here, for Christ's sake." "Victoria. For swearing, you will be last." Geoff looked at her, his cock now as hard as it had ever been, nestled in his pocketed hand. The look of anguish on Victoria's face said it all. "Oh god.... Cushla, will you hurry up and get ON with it!?" Cushla slowly walked into the cubicle. The door threatened to close, so Geoff held on to it. Unfortunately he had to use his pocket hand, which meant he was on display, if they cared to look. But by now he didn't care. His heart was racing as he watched Cushla unsnap the dome on her torn blue jeans, and slowly slide them down her legs. She was wearing plain white cotton panties, nothing fancy, just as you'd expect. She grasped the band of them and pulled them down to her knees, revealing a sparse thatch of dark and delicate, soft pubic hair, her labia lips peeking out. She sat on the toilet seat, looked up at Geoff timidly, then gave a small grunt. Nothing happened. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Geoff was now stroking his penis through his trousers as he stood, entranced, and it gave a jump. He swallowed. "Well? I.. I don't see =ahem= anything happening. Cushla, were you telling the tr-" "Hang on. It's coming. I've just never... done it in front.. of... here it comes..." And she was right. A small trickle of pee emerged from between her legs and dribbled into the bowl. Geoff could see and hear everything. He rubbed his dick some more. Cushla glanced down and witnessed him massaging the shape that was clearly formed at his groin. But he didn't care. The dainty trickle of pee soon tinkled to nothing and Cushla instinctively reached for the toilet paper. Grabbing a few sheets, she wiped herself, jumped up from the toilet seat, and yanked up her panties and jeans. "There. Did it. Told you." Geoff took a deep breath. "Hardly impressive. But, all right, you can pass. But I hope you others have better proof than that!" Karen couldn't stand it any longer. "Me next! God, let me IN there!" She pushed her way past Cushla and tore down her dome and fly of her tight white jeans, revealing light blue panties with a small bluebird embroidered on the hip. Yanking the jeans down revealed a medium sized dark stain on the crotch of her panties. She had wet herself a little already! With a groan, Geoff pinched his rock hard penis, then threw caution to the wind, unzipped his fly, and released his dick to the air. The girls all gasped. Geoff stroked it casually as he watched Karen pull down her wet panties, plant herself down, and let loose with her torrent. Her light blonde pubic muff made it look almost bare as he watched the stream of piss cascade from between her nether lips and hit the porcelain, creating that mysterious hiss that all women seem to make. She seemed to pee for over a minute as all that had been plugged up was now released like a dam bursting. Karen's relieved sigh ended with a husky groan as she felt the pressure ease, and watched Geoff's stiff penis ooze a drop of pre-cum as he wanked at her actions. "Oh my GOD I needed that...!" she uttered with real relief. As she wiped herself with a roll of paper, she murmured, "If that isn't proof, I don't know what is." "Ooooh...," Geoff smiled, "You were one of the ones I believed." He turned to Elizabeth, his penis now shining as he spread the pre-cum about the head. "You next." Slowly, gazing open-mouthed at the size of what was probably her first sight of an erect penis, Elizabeth moved to the toilet cubicle. She absent-mindedly raised her skirt and dropped her knickers before Geoff could say anything. "Elizabeth! I can't see. Lift up your skirt so I can see it all. Remember, you have to prove you really are desperate for a piss." "Um... yeah.." She picked up the front of her skirt, revealing her striped knickers to Geoff. "Higher. Come on, I need to see it all." As she pulled the hem of her skirt higher, she sat on the seat, and just as her thick dark bush was revealed, a tinkle of urine was released and splashed into the bowl. But Elizabeth was transfixed by Geoff's cock, and the way he massaged it slowly with his fingers. The lock of her soft brown hair kept falling over her eyes and she had to constantly brush it aside so that she could watch him. Meanwhile Geoff was intently watching her own crotch as her piss arced from between her vaginal lips and flowed down the porcelain into the toilet. "Wow..," Elizabeth breathed, "I've never seen a man's thing before... It's beautiful..." Geoff smiled. "Well, until today I'd never seen a woman pee before... and I think that's beautiful too... oooh god..." Cushla spoke up, also fascinated by Geoff's wanking. "Well I don't. Expelling waste is a natural bodily function that you just do, not wank over. I think you're sick." "To each his own," replied Geoff, as the last of Elizabeth's urine trickled from her labial lips, and was wiped clean by the toilet paper. She pulled up her striped panties and dropped her skirt, still gazing wonderingly at Geoff's dripping penis. "Well, if Vicky's last, I must be next..," Amy stated, and promptly entered the stall. However, she had a way about her, a sense of bravado, that made her appear different to the others. Without a hint of embarrassment, she lifted the seat on the toilet, pulled down her shorts, revealing white lacy panties. She reached up and stripped off her shrunken tight T-shirt, and, not wearing a bra, showed off her tiny tits that were capped with the stiffest, pinkest, pointiest nipples Geoff had ever seen. "May as well do it properly," Amy said by way of explanation, and without any ceremony, slipped off her panties, and stood up over the bowl. She had no hair on her pubic mound whatsoever. It had been shaven off. Bare as the day she was born, Amy then promptly let go, and peed straight down into the toilet while standing up. As the golden stream raced from her pussy, she stared brazen faced at Geoff. "Seeing you wank yourself off like that is turning me on something wicked," she told him, and promptly brought her hand down to her own crotch, let her piss splash all over her fingers, then rubbed herself off while standing watching Geoff wank away vigorously. She moaned as her fingers played in amongst her piss, swirling them around her cunt, manipulating her clitoris. She diddled herself so completely that the stream of pee suddenly stopped, and with a tiny scream Amy spasmed once, twice, three times, then let out the final gush of her urine, which ended up spraying out everywhere. The sight of that was too much for Geoff. Unable to stop himself, he massaged his dick rapidly, then jerked, cried out, and a string of semen jetted out from the eye of his cock, flying with such force that it landed across Amy's naked tits. A second, third, and fourth spasm sent further spurts onto her belly and thighs, until she was laced in his cum. "Oooh myy God....! Oh my god... Omigod..." he whispered, completely drained. The other girls were dumbfounded. What they had just witnessed was an experience of a lifetime. And they liked it. "Okay," Victoria exclaimed, "I can't hold on any longer. Here, have this." And she pushed the weakened Geoff Sinclair down onto the floor, lifted her short skirt, yanked her pretty pink panties down to her ankles, and pissed a torrent all over his chest, his shrinking cock, and more directly, his face. "Take my piss, all over you, up your nose, in your mouth, on your tongue, go on, swallow it. Drink it down, I've got gallons more to go yet... Yeah!" And Geoff just took it. He opened his mouth and swallowed it down like it was the water of life. He gargled it, smiling happily as Victoria's piss cascaded from her dark curly haired muff, sprinkling from between her beautiful cunt lips, and landing all over his body. The other girls cheered and clapped, laughing as they watched what they thought was sweet revenge. But though she had held on for a long time, and managed to soak Geoff from almost head to toe, she soon had spent her last, and it finally dribbled to a stop. "So there, Mr tough teacher man, with his monster dick and his love of girls peeing. What do you say to that? Huh?" Geoff slowly stood up, a pleasant glow to him as he revelled in the feel of Victoria's piss, and what he had just been fortunate to witness. He held his drooping penis in one hand and looked down at it. "Well," he said at last, looking up again at the girls around him. "What do I say to that? I say this..!" And with that, he pointed his penis at Victoria's blouse and sprayed her with his own piss, letting it arc all over her, and turning he splashed each of the girls, letting the droplets spread and drip a little on them, chasing them around the room as they giggled and tried to run away - he managed to hit each one of them, however. Soon they all stood there, looking a little worse for wear, wet and dripping. "What do I say? I say that you have now received my punishment! That's what I say!" and with a smirk of happiness, he zipped his fly. 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