[ENF] Irritating Incident at the Ivy Industrial Institute_v2

[tomb125]

Irritating Incident at the Ivy Industrial Institute_v2

**Disclaimer: All characters portrayed are over 18**

This is another prequel, where the characters are still in college. This is the correct version. Please enjoy

Part 1

It was a beautiful spring day in Puttyville and at The Ivy Industrial Institute, everyone was excited for the important events. Today was the pep-rally for the big basketball game later in the afternoon against Excelsior Electrical Lyceum, their school’s major rival. Coupled with the pep-rally was the announcement of the Bastermats’ Sophomore Scholarship, a coveted prize awarded by the major local employer, The Bastermats Chemical Company, to the sophomore who best demonstrated the Institute’s ideals. The gymnasium was magnificently decorated with scarlet streamers and red and black balloons, the school colors. On both sides, students packed the bleachers laterally along the longer walls of the gym. From half court to the entrance, faculty and parents, all dressed smartly, were seated in rows of red and black folding chairs, easily removed for the game later. At the other end, beneath the brand-new scoreboard topped with the latest big-screen television, or JumboTron, was a large dais serving as the focal point for the occasion. The red and black-clad band was seated along one side of the elevated platform, while the uniformed basketball team, known unofficially as “The In-and-Out Balls”, and cheerleaders were seated along the other. The local television station, WENF, as well as the student cable access channel, ENM-TV, were set up to cover the event.

Atop the dais, about to approach a podium, Provost Regina DuBois looked out over the crowd with a regal visage on her face. Strikingly a full six feet tall without heels, with a statuesque, near Rubenesque, figure, the woman looked every bit the domineering disciplinarian she was known to be. Dressed in a very snug red leather sleeveless sheath dress, with large black metal buttons running up the back, complimented with 4-inch red heels, Ms. Dubois perfectly matched her school’s colors. Her red hair coiffed in a rather authoritarian fashion, combined with a fiery sardonyx hair comb and matching red coral hoop earrings completed her stern, but most fashionable, appearance.

Despite her firm, composed outer appearance today, inside she was bubbling with anticipation for today’s big moment. The moment HER daughter, the bright, brassy, and beautiful, Primrose Dubois, would be recognized by all in the city as the winner of this monumental honor. Regina relished the idea of elevating Primrose while simultaneously humbling the only viable competitor, Beth Modiste, who in her mind, was clearly the wrong choice. Beth attended the Institute on a scholarship, and Regina believed Beth lacked the breeding the school espoused as well as the leadership qualities in the guidelines of the Bastermats’ prize. Regina just knew Primrose had won. Besides, although Beth was quite attractive, and part of the cheerleading squad, (albeit captained by non-other than Primrose), Regina felt Beth lacked the sophisticated smoothness a moneyed upbringing provides. Such snooty and condescending behavior was exactly what her daughter Primrose was beginning to exhibit and Regina loved it. Like mother, like daughter. Unfortunately, only the college president, Cordelia Ivy Cockfoster, and the President of the Bastermats Chemical Company, Ernest Crescentcrotch Bastermats, knew the winner, as all members of the selection committee submitted their votes anonymously. In addition to the big cash prize scholarship, there was a gift for second place, a red jasper statuette of the great chimney at the chemical plant, emblazoned with the company name. This mini monument was humorously known to the student body as the “popsicle” because it resembled a large, glowing sex toy. Being the runner-up and awarded the “popsicle” was a comedic event, and was always captured in hilarious suggestive photographs such as mouthing the award, or pretending to insert it somewhere carnal, later to be published in the school paper and yearbook do the delight of the students and the disdain of the faculty.

Although she relished being the center of attention at this moment, she was so ready to bestow another honor on her haughty offspring who completely reminded Regina of herself. Curiously, Ms. DuBois felt a twinge of uneasiness as she strode to the podium, clicking loudly in her magnificent heels over the gym’s PA system. The provost had packed on a few extra pounds during the last few fall months. While no one would dare call her fat, or even chubby, she now sported more curvature than before. Along with a derriere to die for, she was also endowed with a balcony you could recite Shakespeare from. Strutting forward to her position of power, Regina’s bosom bounced forward straining the leather dress like basketballs stuffed into a mesh bag. The square neckline, coupled with the sleeveless design, allowed the tops of her magnificent breasts to rise up and out just enough to maintain a modicum of decency, yet rapidly approaching the line of becoming risqué. She couldn’t remember the neckline being so open, but as she had changed just minutes earlier in her office, she had not had time to make any adjustments. Regina abruptly realized her mild trepidation was caused by this very dress she chose for today. While absolutely stunning, it was a garment from a slimmer time in her past. Despite Regina’s complete confidence in the “foundations” she selected to address her recent weight gain, she momentarily thought the too-tight leather dress with a low neckline and a back-button closure may a bit risky. Because of her attire’s snug fit and the warmth of the gym, Regina had imprudently, again like her daughter, in order to be comfortable, forgone sensible undergarments such as a slip. Now the opposite of comfort was occurring as she felt her formidable unmentionables rubbing directly against the leather confines of her dress now tacky with moisture. Ms. DuBois’s face flushed at the thought of a wardrobe malfunction in front of her admiring audience.

Arriving at the podium behind the microphone, the provost’s hubris suddenly took over, and her confidence came rushing back as she realized she, Regina Dubois, Ph. D, was the authority figure here today, and SHE was in complete control of the occasion. At least so she thought, staring out over the splendidly decorated gymnasium and throngs of excited people, not noticing the beads of sweat beginning to form on her back and across her scrumptious décolleté.

Both Beth Modiste and Genevieve Jameson sat to Primrose, the squad captain’s, left. Both looked very smart in their cheerleader uniforms, the “Institute Intensities”. The squad wore brilliant red and black short wool skirts, matching midriff-baring wool button-up sweater tops, black sneakers with red ankle socks. Prim wore her beautiful still-blonde hair in a high ponytail with a strand wraparound. Beth opted for a simple ponytail, while Genevieve chose sexy high pig tails. As specified in the school code, all girls save one, wore regulation brassieres and panties and also donned beneath their short skirts, full-coverage scarlet cotton over-panties necessary for decorum’s sake during acrobatic performances. Prim didn’t want to show any perspiration during her moment of glory and unwisely wore neither over-panties nor brassiere, relying on her tight woolen, button-up top to restrain her magnificent firm breasts.

Beth was astounded at the pomp of the ceremony, with hundreds watching and cheering, she was very proud to have gotten this far in the competition. While she believed she stood a good chance to win, she worried Primrose and her scheming mother may have altered the competition to give the younger beautiful DuBois an unfair advantage. Still, Beth was a strong young woman and would not be intimidated by the likes of those two.

Genevieve was irritated to have to be onstage for this event, having acquiesced to Primrose’s insistence the cheerleaders be seated on the dais with the basketball team. Primrose incredulously delivered a back-handed compliment saying, “Genevieve, your appearance sets off my loveliness so!” Primrose then asked Gen to stand behind her when she took the big prize away from Beth. Rolling her eyes, Genevieve wondered why her dork brother was not with the rest of the basketball team. He was probably doing something for the bimbo Primrose, whom he adored.

Primrose sat basking in her believed forthcoming glory. She could not image a more perfect day except for one annoying detail. “Where in the devil was Miles?” Primrose wondered from her seat. Her thoughts drifted to Miles’ smooth, sexy body as she wiggled her butt against the folding chair clearly enjoying the lack of panties between her bare bottom and the thin cotton briefs. Notwithstanding the mons moistening experience Primrose felt imagining the evening with Miles following her prize-she would enjoy two prizes later tonight! - suddenly, she snapped back to reality and hoped Miles had not done something regrettable. While she effectively controlled him most of the time with her bossy behavior, he could at times go and do something silly. Now he was conspicuously absent from the rest of the basketball team seated nearby. Although Primrose was extremely popular with all the jocks, she chose the dishy Miles as her steady boyfriend for three reasons that would shortly appear most obvious.

High above the dais, concealed behind the scoreboard, Miles Jameson balanced carefully in his Chuck Taylors on the support beams. Still in uniform, he had slipped out before the ceremony to launch his chivalrous plan to avenge his Primrose. Miles worked part time in the school office and while snooping through the Dean’s files the secretary left unattended, he discovered a terrible injustice. Beth, not Primrose, had been named the scholarship winner. After days of silent anxiety, he hatched a plan without Primrose’s knowledge to humiliate Beth before the entire student body, faculty, and parents. In his hands he clutched a large bottle of “Acme XXX Scratchy/Sneeze Powder”, purported to be the most noisome product available. Advertised to cause extreme itching and sneezing, Miles knew this would be the ultimate act of revenge. When Beth came to the podium to be recognized, invisible to all, he would sprinkle the powder on her from above and everyone would then watch hilarity ensue. He blushed with the thought Beth may have to pull off her sweater to stop the itching and he would see her bra-clad breasts! He fantasized at what color her bra would be, pink? Jarred from his brief hormone-fueled reverie, he looked down at the group assembled on the dais below and with growing titillation realized from his position, he had an amazing view down the front of provost Dubois’s low-cut leather sheath dress. As she stood up and clicked her way imperiously to the podium, her bouncing bosoms resembled a couple of ripe melons, straining her not-up-to-the-task, brassiere. Dreamily, he imagined his head resting on those soft pillows, grander than those of her daughter Primrose, while he simultaneously felt a stirring in his loins.

[bishopberkley]

You have a great talent for naming your characters. I’m itching for the next instalment.

[ragnarok411]

Great start to your story, I was wondering if we would be seeing a Part 2?

[tomb125]

My apologies!! Part 2 should be ready and posted this weekend.

[tomb125]

Part 2

Regina stood imperiously behind the podium, beautifully adorned with the school crest on its frontage. She was barely able to wait for her moment of triumph to commence. Next to her on a small, black covered table, were the first prize scholarship medal award, and the Bastermats trophy, aka the popsicle, the second prize. As Regina leaned toward the large microphone covered with a school-themed scarlet foam cap, Miles excitedly noticed from above, a rock-hard nipple nearly became visible as Regina’s neckline shifted. While no one on the gymnasium floor could see Regina’s near exposure, Beth huffed to herself as she clearly spied the rosy areolas peeking from the top of Regina’s glamorous dress. Beth wished just once this pompous prig be put in her place. Little did Beth know how soon her wishes would be fulfilled beyond her wildest expectations. Regina glanced down just in time. Bug-eyed and gasping with alarm, she glimpsed her boobs springing out of her dress. Almost inconspicuously, she tugged her dress up and her tits plopped back into place just as the Jumbotron was filled with her image from the waist up.

“TIK…TIK...TIK….TIK….clink-click!” Regina, flummoxed, but still disciplined, quieted the crowd by tapping on the microphone with a manicured ruby finger nail. The ostentatious gold bracelets she wore on each wrist clinked loudly over the PA system. “Attention everyone, I’m sure you all know me, Doctor Regina Dubois”, she announced, her voice dripping with condensation, “I am provost of the Ivy Industrial Institute”. “I want to thank all our distinguished visitors'', smiling at the handsome Mr. Bastermats seated behind her, “members of our esteemed college, beaming to the faculty in front, and all the rest of you for coming out this afternoon to our pep rally, the big game against the Lyceum, and most importantly, the presentation of the most prestigious award in the entire city”! Regina turned and smiled both sweetly and knowingly at Primrose who responded with a smug nod and a giggle as she applauded along with everyone else. Genevieve rolled her eyes once again. Following a few more “TIKs” to hush the assembly, Regina continued, “Our outstanding all-state band will now lead us all with our National Anthem. Please rise”. With the gym filled with patriotic sounds, Regina sang along presumptuously with Primrose. Regina, while inhaling for the high notes of the finale, suddenly felt a peculiar loosening in her outfit. Stealing a glance down during “the home of the brave” lyric, she could not see anything amiss. However, one of two hooks fastening her strapless brassiere had failed, allowing the overtaxed undergarment to slacken its tenuous grip on her bountiful tits. A black button also popped off the back of Regina’s dress across her backside allowing a few lucky members of the band to peek at a sturdy white foundation beneath. Following the Star-Spangled Banner, the band continued to play the state and school songs as the scoreboard big screen panned the audience, band, pep squad, and the basketball team. Watching the screen, Regina saw herself from behind and noticed the gap in the back of her dress, an alarming band of white bulging from the scarlet leather sheath. As her eyes widened, she thought she saw one of her buttons on the floor of the stage near her heels. Regina, hoping to take advantage of the standing crowd singing and watching the shifting scenes on the Jumbotron, thankfully not now focused on her, stooped down quickly to retrieve the errand button. At the nadir of her squat, just as her ruby nails clutched the lost black fastener, Regina heard with dismay, ZZRASSrRIIPP!! as the back vent of her dress split over her rear end to widen the gap created earlier by the popped button. Springing upright, she swept her hand back to her bottom and felt to her horror, her girdled derrière was largely exposed to most of the band members who began snickering as the songs ended.

Primrose detected something wrong as she noticed her mother’s difficulty trying to look composed despite her alarmed expression and furrowed brow. Abruptly, the screen centered on Regina, as the perplexed provost sn*tched the mic from its mount, and scooted around in front of the podium. “I can never stand behind these things... ha, hah…,ha”, Regina nervously joked as she tried to look like she was still in control of the deteriorating situation. “Without further ado, let me introduce our school president, Miss Cockfoster!” During the period of applause while the elderly matron came forward, Regina leaned back against the podium and with alarm, felt the cool metal of the school crest against her panty-less girdled ass, uncovered due to the expanding rent in the back of her gown. From his position, Miles became erotically distracted by the sight of the college provost, his girlfriend’s MILFy mom, oddly pressing her bottom against the podium.

While Regina’s mind raced thinking about how she was going to escape from this mortifying wardrobe malfunction, the school president, Miss Cockfoster, took the microphone from her. “Thank you everyone for joining us on this special day.” She continued, “I am honored to ask Mr. Ernest Bastermats to please join us for the announcement and presentation of the Bastermats’ Scholarship Awards. The smart Mr. Bastermats walked to the front of the podium and stood on the other side of the distraught Regina. Regina tried to shift her position, but abruptly stopped when she felt her dress tug back, securely snagged on the school seal, mounted on the front of the podium. Now, another big black button popped off and tinkled to the floor of the stage. Mercifully, as everyone was still clapping, few noticed it. While the elderly Ms. Cockfoster fumbled with the envelope, Regina shuddered as she felt beads of perspiration rolling down her back. Primrose noticed the sweat on both her mother’s reddening face and her moisture-sheened bosom. She wondered what was happening to Regina. Prim observed with dismay her mother’s tugging and pushing against the podium had caused her dress to settle a bit too low for Institute decorum. The lacy top edges of her overloaded brassier were becoming visible while Regina plucked curiously at her dress behind her. Yet, as nearly everyone was focused on the president and the envelope, many did not notice Regina’s imminent unveiling. Those who did, were loudly guffawing at Regina’s plight. The puzzled Primrose suddenly snapped back to reality as Ms. Cockfoster proclaimed, “This year’s runner up for the Bastermats’ Scholarship is Primrose Dubois….and the winner is Beth Modiste!” “Girls, please come forward”. Beth squealed with delight and hurried to the president’s side. Regina, hunched forward slightly with ample bosom threatening to debut, blinked wide-eyed and stared at the audience dumbfounded. Primrose’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “There must be some mistake”, Regina exclaimed. Primrose slowly walked forward, completely muddled, muttering “I lost, I freaking lost!” Beth gracefully moved aside for Primrose to scoot in.

Miles, not hearing the announcement of the winner, stared down at Regina not only struggling with her dress split open in back, but desperately trying to keep her tits covered. At the exact moment Miles sifted the itching powder down from above the scoreboard, Primrose jostled Beth out of the way and took her place next to the President. The crestfallen cheerleader protested loudly “I cannot believe you chose HER!” “I have never been so humiliated!” Prim’s catty remarks were broadcasted throughout the gym by the PA system and an awkward hush fell over the gym. Too late did Miles realize his error as he futilely tried to fan the falling powder away from his girlfriend. Losing his balance, the young man slipped from his perch and fell to the dais below. Fortunately, Miles landed squarely atop the podium, its leather padding cushioning his fall, as the crushed structure toppled over taking a significant portion of Regina’s gown with it. A loud “RRRRiiiiPPPP” over the PA speakers was heard by all with hilarity as the entire rear panel of Regina’s red dress was torn away revealing her brilliant white long-line panty girdle and her strapless bra backstrap. Miles, sprawled atop the wrecked podium, looked up at the astonished mother and daughter. He gazed at Regina’s full girdled bottom and the lacy leg cuffs gartered securely to her silk stockings. Gasping in shock, Regina spun on her high heels away from him, but in doing so, flashed her dazzling girdle and straining bra strap to the entire audience who broke out in raucous laughter. Regina stammered, “This cann..n...not be happ..pp..ening”. The Miles then looked over at the fuming Primrose. With great dismay, he saw a good amount of the Acme XXX Scratchy/Sneeze Powder had settled on Primrose’s hair and sweater top. As the terrible realization of what was about to happen dawned on dimwitted dork, he noted more of the powder raining down on himself. He stared with alarm, open mouthed, at his sweaty body and uniform, spotted with the nasty powder.

[Raycat]

Time for the next part ;-)

[tomb125]

Gents, and possibly ladies, I have been travelling a lot this summer and most unfortunately this project became protracted, to say the least. I am working to wrap it up in the next few days. Thanks, and please hang in there. Regards!

[tomb125]

Conclusion


Finally! I apologize for being so tardy wrapping this story up. I must credit the author Shaw (I believe) for the fire extinguisher prank. I completely forgot about his earlier story from Yahoo Groups but saw it here recently and need to declare I am not the originator of this idea. I appreciate any feedback and welcome ideas for the next story. Thank you.


Part 3, Conclusion


Gathered around the provost and fallen prankster, Ms. Cockfoster, Mr. Bastermats, Beth, Genevieve and the itching-powdered Primrose all looked in shock at Miles and Regina. The former still in shock from his fall and the latter in deshabille, futilely attempting to keep her bright white backside turned away from the audience. Primrose, astounded at the scene unfolding around her, yelled at her boyfriend sprawled across the damaged podium; “Miles!!!” “What have you done?” She watched her nearly stripped mother trying desperately to find a way out of this mortifying moment while keeping her girded tail and emerging tits covered. “I cannot believe you...…” she continued, “AaaHCOO!” Primrose sneezed as she felt a burning sensation around her head and shoulders. “I was trying to make you look better after they selected Beth”, Miles implored. “You moron!”, Primrose fired back. “How is this making me look better? I look ridiculous, and look at what you did to my mom!” Miles, sneezing now too, leapt to his high tops, and moved to Prim’s side to help. Spontaneously, Primrose and Miles began a frenzied dance, periodically sneezing while they scratched at their itching bodies, “OOOhhhHing and Ahhhhwwing”, hysterically. Beth and the others stepped back, amazed, now beginning to smile as they understood how the silly stunt had backfired. “Miles, scratch the middle of my back, I can’t reach!” Prim demanded. Miles obeyed immediately while scratching his own bottom through his basketball shorts. Miles and Primrose continued to claw at each other with Primrose screeching about the mess Miles had made of her momentous event, and Miles weekly protesting. Their clothing oddly began to loosen under the attack of their finger nails as their underwear began to peek out from emerging holes in their uniforms. While the humorous incident was bathed in spotlights atop the dais for the audience, both TV stations were broadcasting live. The Institute school photographer was taking hundreds of shots, and for those in the cheap seats, the new Jumbo Tron was covering everything in close up detail.


Meanwhile, Mr. Bastermats and Ms. Cockfoster moved to Regina’s side, shielding her with Mr. Bastermats’ jacket to restore some of her dignity. Getting a closer view of Regina's beautifully crafted foundation Ms. Cockfoster noticed her sexy silk nude-colored stockings securely fastened to garter tabs along her lacy leg cuffs. Cordelia could also discern the provost’s plump posterior, now just visible, beneath the stretched and sweaty fabric encasing the provost’s seat. “Regina, I haven’t seen a girdle get-up like that in years!”, the woman chuckled. “If you laid off the sweets last semester, you might not have needed it today”. Regina, holding her dress together across her rear, spun around and snapped, “Mind your own business, you old hag!” “I am not about to stand for this! I just had a slight wardrobe malfunction and I am leaving now”. “Huff”, Prim sounded. “I have never been so embarrassed in my life!” Unfortunately, as Ms. Cockfoster was still holding a live microphone, everyone in the gym heard this exchange, and snickered loudly. They then heard another sound, a loud tearing along with “Wanna bet?” as the entire remaining part of Regina’s leather dress separated from her body when she turned to rush away (I couldn’t resist). “OH..OHHH, oh, No, no, no, NNNOOO ….” Regina whimpered looking around herself realizing with panic she had walked out of the remainder of her stylish garment. Glaring back at Codelia with white-hot anger, her cheeks afire, she saw old woman’s foot firmly planted on the tangle of soft leather which formerly graced her curvaceous body, now completely useless on the floor. Regina stood gob smacked in her panty girdle, heels, stockings, and strapless bra. She froze with her hands on the sides of her failing hairdo, wide-eyed and mouth open, at the hysterical crowd on all sides snickering at her ludicrous lingerie. “How could this have happened?” Regina wondered as her mind reeled preventing her from covering up. As the audience erupted in laughter, Ernest Bastermats moved to intervene and said, “Ladies…please…. allow me to be of assistance”. “Ernest, it’s high time queen bee Regina face the music”, Cordelia countermanded as she replaced the microphone to its holder near the shattered podium, centered in the melee.


By now, Miles had scratched off his jersey top and the hundreds of females present admired his tanned smooth muscular torso. The school band had erupted into a long version of Cat Scratch Fever while the audience clapped along, delighted by the humiliating spectacle. Still scratching to help relieve Primrose’s suffering, Miles had shredded her cheerleader sweater top while his itchy girlfriend had effectively destroyed her own skirt. When Primrose noticed her now exposed nipples, solidified by the burning sensation, she shrieked “Miles, you’re stripping me!” “Primmy I was only trying to help.” “Ohh..shut up, you ninny”, Primrose stammered. “UUUrrgg-this is unbearable!!” Primrose realized with shock her failure to wear a bra was now becoming evident to all, as her bouncing breasts and pointy teats peeked out from large holes torn in her sweater top. “Miles, get me a jacket to cover my tits, she cried!”, slapping her hands on her breasts. Not able to maintain her hand-bra and still scratch her itch, Primrose tried to tear strips from her ruined skirt to cover her chest. Then Miles’s head sweatband popped off, as his shorts settled low on his hips exposing a Fruit of the Loom logo in red stitching across his lower abdomen. They realized, as did everyone else, the offensive itching powder was causing their dusted uniforms to become unmade. Seconds later, Primrose found herself in only the shredded sleeves of her sweater top and her tiny white cotton hipster bikini panties she desperately clutched one-handed while her other hand rubbed a plump breast. The hapless Miles was now reduced to just his jock strap. He cowered next to Primrose, hunched over in only his jock strap and sneakers, alternatingly trying to cover his bottom, brimming athletic supporter, and exposed chest with two hands like some nearly denuded damsel in distress. With his sexy chest, legs, and bottom completely bared, and Primrose’s terrific tightened teats as well as a growing portion of her derriere debuting, both men and women in the audience screamed with delight at the nearly naked couple.


Despite feeling the nearly irrepressible urge to escape her mounting humiliation, the might of motherhood prevailed and Regina rushed to help her daughter, clicking in her high heels with her arms crossed across her bulging brassiered boobs. Both Primrose and Miles were still scratching up a storm when the girdled bosomy mom rushed up. “Primrose, you’re breaking out!” Regina said, as she noticed Prim’s creamy skin mottled in dark red splotches caused by the itching powder and the resultant scratching. Primrose howled desperately, “Oh, mommy, I look like silly red cow!” clutching the side straps of her ruined panties managing to only keep her womanhood covered while her scrumptious breasts wobbled about. The rear of her panties drooped to her upper thighs as her mottled bottom wagged at the cheering students. Alongside staring at Prim’s bare prat, Miles began plucking at the pouch of his jock strap trying to resist scratching. The powder began to exhibit a very different effect on the young man. Miles was horrified to realize a stirring in his substantial member. “Oh No, Oh no, not here, not now…” “I’m getting HARD!” he screamed aloud, unfortunately over the PA system. The Jumbo Tron zoomed in to cover his expanding package to the delight of the crowd.


At this moment Genevieve, having secured the first of two fire extinguishers retrieved by a student who though they might relieve the itching, began spraying the Miles and Prim with the pressurized fluid. To the crowd’s delight, Gen took careful aim to play the stream on Primrose’s rock-hard nipples and exposed ass, and Miles’s bare bottom and bulging pouch. When they tried to protest, arms extended, Genevieve skillfully shifted the spray to their reddened faces, effectively silencing the two. Regina was caught in the crossfire, and her saturated bra and girdle revealed a pair of amazing nipples as well as a unpantied red bush and ass crack, both fairly visible now. Regina, trying to assert some of her lost authority ordered, “Miss Modiste! I demand you cease immediet…. AahhrrRRgGG….”. Beth quickly shut her up with a direct spray in her mouth. The hushed provost scowled back, her face and hair a wreck from her hosing down, legs crossed with one hand on her crotch, the other across her bosom, as Beth grinned back setting the empty extinguisher down.


The extinguisher water halted the awful effects of the itching powder but fire-retardant additives made the liquid red in color and extremely slippery. As each of the three began to run away, Regina, Miles, and Primrose embarked on a sidesplitting routine of slipping and falling over each other on the wet floor. The oily reddish extinguisher fluid left the three’s bare skin glistening, their privates concealed now with pink-colored undies. Miles and Primrose sprawled about and appearing to oil wrestling. Despite Miles’s fumbling attempts to protect her modesty, Primrose failed to keep her sodden panties from sliding down her thighs reveling a beautiful, albeit inconsistent, manicured brunette bush. Miles, in his rosy jock strap, now rock hard and threatening to escape his remaining bit of modesty, stuttered, “Primmy, you’re nnnn..not a real blonde?” “AAAAhhhh!” Primrose squealed in frustration as she rolled onto her front and pounded the wet floor with her fist while covering her exposed mismatched sn*tch. During this tussle, Regina realized she must escape with some shred of dignity or she would have to leave town. She wheeled about but skidded as her heels flew out from under her. Regina sat down hard on her bottom nearly knocking the wind out her, and unknowingly to her, pushing her enormous boobs above her strapless brassiere generating even more hilarity for the audience. Using the wrecked podium for support, Regina began to clamber to her feet. Regrettably, Regina’s girdle got hooked on the vexatious school seal and as Regina hauled herself up, she neatly peeled the panty girdle halfway off her big bottom. Looking like the Coppertone girl (woman) with most of her ass now on display, the provost craned her head around to witness her latest embarrassment, looking absolutely abashed back and forth from her delicious uncovered derriere, to her knockout boobs, to the raucous audience, to the Jumbo Tron, now centered on her. Despite her efforts, the seal refused to release its grip on the lowered panty girdle no matter how hard she tugged. Miles then tried to help but mesmerized by her lovely ass cleft, could only stare in bewilderment as unbelievably, the last of the itching powder from the bottle above sifted down and thoroughly dusted the provost’s plush posterior. Still stooped over gripping the podium unable to cover the teats of her tremendous tits, Regina yelled back, “Miles, are you going to help me or just ogle my ass?” Still paralyzed, despite a strap from his jock snapping loose, Miles could only watch as Regina’s girdle suddenly broke free. It snapped back with enough force to leave a bright red welt neatly bisecting both of Regina’s bared bottom cheeks. “YYEEOOOOWWW!!! She howled, springing completely upright. The overtaxed bandeau bra could take no more and it burst open and flew across the stage wrapping around the still prone Primrose’s head so she couldn’t see what was happening.


The band continued playing Cat Scratch Fever as Regina hopped about the dais wriggling her hips and ass in a most undignified fashion as the Acme XXX powder went to work. Squeezing her enormous tits, Regina shouted “Someone, please assist me!” Miles, determined get something right, grabbed the second extinguisher and thrust the cone-shaped nozzle inside the top of Regina’s girdle, gently parting her cheeks. Trying to remain a gentleman, he turned to avert his eyes, then depressed the trigger. What he did not realize, was the second fire extinguisher, a Class B, was for fighting liquid fuel fires and was filled with foam. Regina’s eyes grew as large as hens’ eggs then comically crossed as she felt the ice-cold creamy foam fill her panty girdle. Her most intimate areas were coated by the frosty froth resembling vanilla pudding. The visage of the bug-eyed Regina plastered the Jumbo Tron as Genevieve and Beth giggled at Regina’s expression as her seat was essentially foam-packed. The girdle the inflated to capacity as the audience bellowed in approval. “What is going on?” whined Primrose, trying to get up, her vision still obscured by her mother’s bra. Regina felt utterly ridiculous but immensely aroused by the frozen foam nestled in her nether regions. Her nipples protruded nearly half an inch as Miles stared at her, hunched over holding his broken jock over his raging phallus. The disgraced Regina was then forced across her sexual threshold in front of all her students, the faculty, and parents. She stood straight up to her full 6 foot plus stature in heels and yelped as she experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. Simultaneously, the front snap closure of her girdle failed and a thick stream of foam gushed from the opening, shooting what looked like a cascade of cream from her loins into the air. The freezing foam gave the simmering sexpot another orgasm as she gazed down at her cooling red coochie while each hand pinched an enormous taught nipple. Regina looked like an obscene fountain. She stole the show on the Jumbo Tron, cross-eyed, fondling her tits with froth spewing upward from her crimson womanhood as her mouth formed a perfect O shape.


Within seconds of her second release, the gasping Regina, grasping the reality of the shameful show she was performing, stooped over to cover her now frozen female flower, and with a BANG, the brimming girdle finally failed. The entire rear end of her girdle was blown out, hanging down like an open barn-door bottom closure on old fashioned long underwear. The force of the bursting girdle propelled Miles and the blotchy brunette, Primrose, just regaining her footing, together backward in a naked tangle of arms and legs. Clutching a boob, Regina reached around with her other hand and shockingly realized what had happened her when she could only feel her bare bottom and no girdle. She tried in vain to cover her big ass, but her hand was too small. Foam was spattered in her ruined hair, hanging now in ropes around her furiously blushing face. She looked around and Regina grasped her mortifying situation. “OMG…..I am nnnn..naked and covered in this foamy custard” she wailed to herself. For a moment she thought she could smear the foam over her tits and burning bush for coverage, but found the foam too runny. Howling in frustration she stooped back over to hide her pussy, and felt the wrecked girdle fold over and roll down on its own accord, shimmying to nearly to her knees. Squeaking in dismay, Regina stoops to pull girdle back up, but inconceivably found her rings and bracelets entangled with her garters. Despite being unable to stand up, she is determined to escape. Regina shuffled away but the dreaded school seal on the podium again snagged her ruined foundation tripping her forward. With her mouth wide open in alarm, Regina literally ate the microphone Ms. Cockfoster had replaced earlier. Regaining her balance hunched over, with the red foam end of the microphone lodged firmly between her lips and her full mouth comically agape, Regina shook her head in disbelief as she stared at the astonished audience. What happened next put the absolute cherry on these three sundaes. As Primrose and Miles got to their feet again, both tried to run. However, the earlier tumble caused both Primrose’s panties and Miles’s ruined jock strap to fall to their feet and now served to trip them both. Primrose stumbled backwards and sat squarely on the little covered award table, her eyes popping open like they were on stalks. Miles tripped and spun around, his enormous penis acting like an bright red missile guiding him. Regina, backing away from her preposterous image depicted on the Jumbo Tron, collided ass-first with the priapic naked young man. A hush fell over the gymnasium. No one could believe what had happened.


As the local TV station, WENF as well as the student cable access channel, ENM-TV, continued to roll their cameras broadcasting the spectacle to every viewer as well as recording it for posterity, a singular brilliant FLASH appeared as the school photographer took an NC-17 rated spicy shot for the yearbook, and hundreds of private sales. Primrose, like a nude spotted pony, comically splotched by the large red marks covering her beautiful creamy flesh, fell to the floor, quickly rolled over on her belly and rose up on her knees. With her knees apart and ass lifted high, tits squashed on the floor, soaked hair hanging down, mouth open in bewildered shame; she gazed over her shoulder at her bottom discovering her lovely pussy was impaled by nearly seven inches of the bright orange “popsicle”. Directly behind Primrose, a naked Miles stood bolt upright, his tomato-red face glowing, smooth skin glistening, his hands gripping each of his beautiful butt cheeks. Miles, with an expression utter disbelief, realized as he stared at the cameras, he was rogering Regina Dubois. Regina, stooped and hobbled with her hands tangled in her ruined girdle bunched now with her stockings around her knees, felt her luscious boobs hanging down and swaying like ripe melons capped by nipples hard as diamonds. Her beet-red face and hair dripping with the gooey creamy fire retardant, gave her the appearance not of a distinguished senior member of the faculty, but of a semen-sprayed strumpet being shagged by a student. With her mouth lewdly filled with the red-capped microphone, her plump ass cheeks parted by Miles’s monstrous member buried deep inside her, Regina wretchedly felt not only naked and ashamed in front of the whole assembly, but salaciously stuffed from both ends. Just to the left of the naked trio was Beth who flashed a huge smile, held her scholarship aloft, and gave a big thumbs up for the school photographer just as he snapped the epic picture that captured the humiliating downfall of the three disgraced laughingstocks who tried to ruin her big day.


Primrose now completely denuded save her sneakers, hopped to her feet and discarded the disgusting statuette. Sobbing with shame, she ran for her Mommy. Miles rocked back as Regina lurched forward with a final big sneeze and her third public orgasm. The phallic microphone launched from her mouth with a loud popping noise in concert with the popping noise as Miles pulled out. The tremendous sneeze also freed Regina’s hands from her tangled stockings and underwear. Howling with humiliation, Regina gripped one plump boob and thrust her other hand into her sopping sn*tch and ran buck naked save for her heels to the exit. The threesome bolted through the double fire doors behind the dais. The last image they left with the assembly was of three sets of glorious buns wriggling, two pair of beautiful breasts bouncing, and one big boner bobbing. They then pushed their naked way through the fully dressed visitors at the city park outside drawing huge cheers from the delighted citizenry.

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Holy hell, that was AMAZING!
I am absolutely blown away. Its been a while since I read a really damn good ENF story!

Btw, what is the story that you mention from Yahoo Groups?

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Your answer is here. Thank you for the comments and I will write more soon.
https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...highlight=shaw

Thanks, again! These responses motivate me to write more!