It's true. Jody made me do it. She made me stick my finger into her bottom and lick it. Then she kept teasing me with her cunt during Italian class. She sat on the floor opposite me with her legs crossed. Every now and then she'd lift her dress up and show me her stinky panties. Some of the other girls saw her do it, and they looked, too, as little girls will, but they looked the other way when Mrs. Santini, our teacher, looked up. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. It was impossible. I loved panties. And I couldn't go back to thinking about Italian after seeing Jody's panties. I wanted what was in them. I wanted her slit and her bumhole and everything that spurted out of them.

Her panties were white, my favourite colour. Even my mum wore that colour for me when I sucked her. Jody's panties were so tight that I could see her cunt-lips through them. They were all puffed up with excitement at the prospect of being lapped at and licked by me. Jody was wet. I knew she was wet because there was a wet patch on the fabric where her cunt was. She was wet and probably really squishy. I loved Jody's cunt when it was wet and squishy. I suddenly needed to find out how wet and squishy it was.

Which was why I slid cautiously across the floor towards Jody, using the other girls as cover, and inserted my finger into her hole, brushing the crotch of her panties aside. I pushed my finger in deep and swirled it around, stirring up the juices inside it. I brushed her clit as I pulled my finger out of her. I popped my finger eagerly into my mouth and sucked Jody's girly-soup off it. Boy, her vagina tasted so good. It was sticky, too. Jody must have had a piss at lunchtime. I could taste piss. Or maybe she'd been piss-fucked by the one of the school's three gardeners. She was fucking them all the time now. Usually they gang-raped her behind the shelter sheds at lunchtime or kept her after school for pee-gulping.

Checking to make sure that Mrs. Santini wasn't looking, I sucked my finger to make it wetter and moved it down near Jody's bottom. Knowing what I wanted to do to her, Jody turned onto her side, lifted her bottom off the floor and slipped her panties down for me, showing me her cheeks. Then, watched by Stacey Lutz, a classmate, I plunged my finger into her steaming, hot bottom-hole. Jody gasped and looked around for stare-bears. I kept my finger in her crack and twisted it. I felt her flesh wrap around it and stick. Then, suddenly, Jody lifted herself up and sat down hard on my finger, forcing it further into her body. It was clear that she didn't want me to take it out of her now that I'd succeeded in working it all the way up her rectum. Of course, I had no intention of removing it. I loved burying my fingers in my best friend's anus. I loved to finger at least one little girl's asshole every day. It was warm and tight in there. And, boy, did it ever taste good! Girlie-bottoms always taste good, but Jody's bottom was my favourite.

Mrs. Santini turned her back on the class and moved to the blackboard. I crawled forward, seizing the opportunity, and kissed Jody softly on the lips, sucking her tongue slowly into my mouth. I caught Stacey's eye and held her stare. She looked down to where my hand disappeared up Jody's dress. "I need to pee," she whispered, barely audible. "I can't hold it." I released Jody's tongue, reached into my pocket and felt around for a tissue. I found it and flung it at Stacy. It floated in the air and landed in her outstetched hand. "Pee into this," I told her, releasing a trickle of pee from my own fuckhole.

Opening her panties up, Stacey tucked the tissue into her slit and quietly peed onto it. A minute later, she removed the soaking tissue from her hole and gave it back to me. I held it up to my nose, sniffed the warm urine, then placed the tissue in my mouth, drawing the warm liquid out of it. The flavour exploded on my tongue. Her pee was sweet and strong and there was a hint of cunt there. I had never had the pleasure of licking Stacey's twat, but tasting her urine triggered a burning desire to do so. "Do I taste good?" Stacey whispered, as Jody started to move her asshole on my finger. I nodded, looking sideways at Mrs. Santini, then held Stacey's stare as I shared the pee-soaked tissue with Jody.......(cont)