Ending (A)nalgate, Variation (S)quirt

Victoria brought up her hand, in it she held a large, purple dildo, having just managed to retrieve it from a certain Daisy Halloran. Meryl's arse was right there, and Victoria saw no reason she shouldn't contribute a little cherry to put on top of the whole sordid scenario. She leaned in, gripped Meryl's left cheek — which sent an electric shock of pain through the poor girl — then shoved the dildo up her backside.

Meryl shrieked as she felt the thing go up her in slow-motion, and in her mind's eye she saw a terrible dream she'd had just a few short hours ago come back to her.

She'd been falling, you see. Naked, and there'd been hot dogs...so very many hot dogs, and when she'd landed...one of them had gone up a certain place. A place she'd always guarded as fiercely as her pussy, if not fiercer, but which had been somehow awakened when Cheryl had fingered it back in a certain cupboard. She felt her worst, most sickening, deep-held fantasy start to come true as the dildo parted her butt cheeks, she whimpered as she felt it sliding in between them, inch after inch. She squealed as that girthy, girthy tip approached her anus, tickling indecently against it and making it dilate to accomodate its sheer size, and her eyes bulged so much she thought they might pop out of their sockets as she stood there, helpless, and felt the thing absolutely bury itself inside her, its entire length breaching the single most intimate place on or in her entire body — in front of the entire assembled faculty and student body, no less!

A perverse smile played on Meryl's lips as a secret part of her rejoiced, her butt twitching and clenching as if in celebration. She was mortified, but her body and a little piece of her mind was almost...relieved? She briefly felt herself go cross-eyed as another electric charge surged throughout her.

As she stood there, legs trembling, the urge came for her to try and speak, explain it away or cry for help, but all that came out was, "Guh...g—guh...ooooooooooooooooh..." the loud, unambiguous moan echoing in the open space of the Campus grounds. She felt a twinge of shame at the sight of her father's face as the pleasure surged through her, and, shifting her weight on the spot, she winced as she felt the rubbery, phallic mass moved wetly around in her anal cavity. Her throat was dry, she was sweating buckets, and the seconds just kept on ticking by. She stumbled and fell to her knees, wincing again as the dildo's tip slid around inside her, using every ounce of strength she still had left to keep her composure while under the scrutiny of all those people.

She inhaled sharply, feeling that something had shifted in her, the dildo had shaken a part of her loose, awakened another hidden aspect of herself. Within her pussy, there was a rising, watery pulse. Meryl looked down at her crotch, then, as if in slow-motion, back up to lock eyes with her father. The pulse came again, lower and more insistent now. Meryl started muttering, "Oh, no...no, no, no, no, no..." She knew what she was feeling, she'd never experienced it before but she'd heard about it from some of Kayla's filthy recountings of her explorations of various illicit pornography websites. Some women felt it at times of **** sexual shock and pleasure, some women didn't just get wet, they didn't drip or leak...they squirted. The pulse arrived one last time, and in the last few moments before the dam burst, Meryl became intensely aware of the sweat running down her back, the wetness of her saliva on her tongue, and the gathering moist patch all up and within her vulva.

"Daddy..." she whispered, ashamed of herself for what she was about to make him witness, and then, with the fury of the nile delta bursting its banks, Meryl squirted. A torrent of liquid fired out from between her labia, falling straight down and hitting the floor with the intensity and sound of a floor-fountain's waters striking the pavement. The reaction made one of her legs shake, and she couldn't help but look skywards as a hoarse howl escaped from her, eyes narrowing into a squint as she kept on squirting and squirting. Victoria was awe-struck, never having taken Meryl Prentiss of all people to be a squirter, or expected it to be quite so...powerful.

Meryl's howling rose and fell in pitch as the liquid fell out of her, the dildo becoming drenched as the backsplash made little flecks of it fly up between and behind her legs. She tried to bring her hands down and stem the flow, but the torrent only burst through the gaps between her fingers, and when she moved her foot the tiniest bit forward, the sheer slipperiness of the now-wet floor beneath her took it out from under her. For a horrible moment, she felt herself going over, hands clamped down over her endlessly squirting pussy, and then she was flat on her back. The impact jarred her, and made her hands come away from her underside, allowing the liquid to spew forth at full intensity again...and striking the horrified Mr Prentiss full in the face. When she saw her juices hit him, she cried out in shock. "DADDY!" she yelled, rolling around on the floor and repeatedly trying to push the lips of her vulva closed in an attempt to stop the squirting, to no avail. She started sobbing loudly, overcome with humiliation. Several times she tried to get into a standing position, but each time she would slip and end up spread-eagled on her back, spurts of cum firing off into the crowd before she tried to get up again. Eventually, she resorted to squatting low over the site of her watery release and pressing her arse to the ground, shrieking hysterically as the substance kept slipping through her fingers. It wasn't working, why wasn't it working?! She couldn't stop, she wanted nothing more than to stop it but there was no relief, only a pool of her own cum, and a neverending stream pouring out of her to add to it. The stuff sloshed around on the floor beneath her, lapping at her cheeks and sending cold, shivery kisses skipping across the surface of her vulva.

It looked to Victoria and the rest of the crowd like Meryl was humping the floor, crying to herself as her pussy dipped low into the milky puddle she'd made over and over again, her sodden cheeks jiggling from the effort. "Stop! Please, please stop!" She hissed, directing the **** plea at nothing other than her own body. Meryl sat there, face burning, loins flooded; her pose was almost guilty, her head pressed downwards into her chest, almost sitting on her naked haunches, porcelain skin seeming to shine in the daylight as the shame washed over her.

Minutes passed with her staying like this, and eventually Meryl was reduced to crimping her legs tighter and tighter together, the runnels of cum streaming down and over her them, before at long last she felt herself petering out — albeit in agonisingly slow fashion. When the squirting finally came to an end, Meryl's father sat there, drenched down to his neck in her self-made lubricant, his face red, his lips pursed so completely they were almost invisible, and his eyes screwed shut. He opened his eyes, glaring into the middle-distance. There was a terrible, defeaning silence, even the crowd seemed lost for words.

"You—you're..." he stuttered, wiping his eyes and trying not to swallow any of the musky liquid that had come from his daughter's vagina. His fists started to shake, "Y-you're a slut, Meryl! You've become a SLUT!" he screamed, standing up and stalking over to her, before leaning down and harshly yanking the dildo from between her cheeks. Meryl yowled, a brief burst of liquid coming out of her pussy, which only added to the substantial pool on the floor.

"I-I can't believe this...I can't believe you!" His voice was cracking now. "I see it now, you're almost too far gone...we need to do this the hard way. The hardest of hard ways!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. Meryl's eyes were glassy and unfocused, her thighs rubbing subtly together.

She looked up at him, her nipples hard as diamond, her complexion flushed to its fullest extent, her face now as red as her arse. "T-the hard way? Daddy? What does that mean?" He gave no response. "Daddy?" She kept on saying it as he started forward and dragged her away through the stunned crowd, her bare feet touching lightly against the floor. Victoria watched as Meryl passed, the legs were glistening in the midday sun, dozens of droplets running down them from the high, empty cradle of her cunt; she was clearly all squirted out, having drained herself fully over the course of that long evacuation. Victoria grinned, putting her hand over her mouth to hide the intense laughter building inside her.

"Daddy? Daddy, please! I-it was all an accident, I don't do these things! I'm not that kind of girl, Daddy! You know that! I'm not that kind of girl, honest! Daddy? DADDY?!" Meryl was terrified, she heard a hoarseness in her own voice, like she'd been screaming for hours. As Mr Prentiss pulled her onward, Meryl was reduced to letting out a series of peculiar, upset squeaks. Her body brushed through the crowd, people's limbs and clothing touching her uncovered skin, making it crawl. She felt eyes on her, looking at and up everywhere they could, zeroing in on her sopping wet pussy and the gaping maw of her arsehole. She shivered, feeling goosbumps rising all over her battered butt cheeks as a soft breeze played over them. Surely he wasn't going to take her home like this? Surely he wasn't going to continue dishing out the punishment when they arrived? What could be worse than this? What was even going through his mind?

Whatever he had in store for her, Meryl knew it couldn't be good, but fear had overtaken her, fear and the forbidden arousal that dildo had woken back up in her. She didn't dare move, didn't dare try to escape...she was stuck, and all those around her would remember this day for as long as they lived, the day she'd been reduced to feeling like a cringing little girl while spread over her father's knees, her nudity complete, her humiliation absolute, and then the extra layer of embarrassment when the squirting had begun, drenching her own father in it...god...

Meryl gulped, feeling numerous drops of liquid quivering on her vagina. This had been the worst, most ruinous day of her life, and all because of a missing pair of panties...