Chapter 8: Final Approach

Vanessa Benson looked down hard at the structure just in front of her. It was hard to actually imagine how so simple a construction could engender such passion in the human heart. All it was was two white, porcelain toilets with their cisterns sitting back to back and two shower posts standing either side with shower roses just above head height and controls just at hand level. That was it! That was the Matterhorn! Two toilets and two showers sitting on an eight foot square concrete plinth that lifted everything off the ground by about five feet at the most. But it’s simplicity belied its terror!

Blanke Schande College was a college where every female student had to stay completely naked while on campus. The female faculty were also strongly encouraged to follow suit. For them, however, it was not a contractual requirement as it was with the students but 99% of those females were more than happy to comply. The other contractual requirement of all female students at BSC was the total abstinence of all forms of modesty. This basically meant that all personal ablutions and toileting needs had to be performed in any number of open plan showers and toilet facilities dotted around the campus ... with the Matterhorn being the most open set of facilities of them all. This one particular structure stood right at the heart of the college campus. It had a grassy area around it and park benches scattered about for everyone’s viewing pleasure as they talked, read or just relaxed between classes and the general business of the day.

At any time of the day there was also usually a small contingent of female students standing just near by trying to pluck up the courage to ‘conquer the Matterhorn’. Everyone watching knew and fully appreciated the level of fortitude first timers had to muster to get up there in front of the milling crowd and do their ‘thing’. As a result that milling crowd was also always more than willing to give any girl a resounding round of applause once that girl had passed this one particular rite of passage test. Right now that girl was Vanessa Benson and right now it had gone deathly quiet all around that concrete plinth as all eyes now watched her naked body inch closer to one of those white porcelain bowls.

Vanessa could feel everyone of those eyes boring into her bare skin and it not only scared the shits out of her but it was also making her feel just so horny and turned on. She could feel sex juices just pouring out of her vagina and trickling all down the inside of her legs.

“Focus now, girl!” Vanessa said quietly to herself.

As she said this she began to rub her breasts with her hands. This was just out of shear nervousness but to the crowd it looked like she was starting to put on a bit of a show which drew quite a few wolf whistles as a result. The effect of this just sexually stimulated Vanessa even more as she turned to sit down on the toilet bowl closest to her.

As Vanessa sat down she suddenly realized that she didn’t really know what she was going to do. Should she try to take a dump in front of everyone and let them all see her ass-hole ooze out a couple of turds or should she just have a quick pee and get down again. That option sounded nice and simple. Then again she also knew she needed to change her tampon. Should she go through that sometimes slightly messy process up here on the Matterhorn and let them all have a perve at her vaginal blood flow as dictated by her menstrual cycle. Vanessa knew she actually needed to do all three but she just wasn’t sure she wanted to do all three up here ... on the Matterhorn ... in front of everyone. She could be just as ‘im-modest’, if that was the right word, back down there on one of the regular toilets and no one would think twice about it.

That last option floating around in Vanessa’s head became the one she preferred most but it also became the one she knew she would have to forfeit. Somehow she just had that sense that the watching crowd were expecting more of her than that. She also knew that her step-father was in that crowd and he would expect more of her than that too. There was also her new friend Max and her three companions. She hardly knew that last group from a bar of soap yet but somehow she knew that they too were expecting more of her as well.

There was only a matter of mere seconds between Vanessa’s final approach to that porcelain toilet bowl and her butt descending down onto the toilet seat. Yet in those few brief seconds Vanessa had processed what seemed like a million thoughts and ideas and had worked out exactly what she was going to do. She was going to have a pee, then a shit, then change her tampon, then finger fuck her sex crazed cunt to death in front of the whole world and the devil be damned!