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Jenna woke up early today. The first day of school was always exciting, but
today was even more exciting because today, she was the teacher. She felt
fortunate to have been so lucky as too land her first job as a teacher at
St. Monica's School for Girls. And the school was only a half-mile away
from her Midwestern, tree-lined neighborhood. The Catholic school was
renowned in the area for its high standards of discipline and education.
As she showered, the petite blonde reflected back on the interview process
with the head mistress, sister Ann. She remembered how sister Ann commented
on how tiny she was and that she wondered if she might 'get lost in the
crowded hallways'. At the time, Jenna felt a little uncomfortable at the
comment and wanted to point out that not many of the teenage girls had
breasts her size, but thought better of it and let the comment
pass. Thinking about it now, she realized that she had, in fact, been
mistaken from behind for a young teenage girl numerous times before. That
was until she turned around and the person saw how large her breasts were
and then immediately realized their mistake.
Jenna marveled at how young sister Ann was. She couldn't have been more
than forty, but she looked really good for her age, no matter what it
was. When the interview concluded, she recalled, she wasn't sure how well
she had done, but she felt good about it. Jenna remembered her excitement
at receiving the telephone call from sister Ann notifying her she'd gotten
the job. Now she couldn't wait to start her first day.
Jenna hurriedly laid out the prescribed garb for non-sister's, as provided
by sister Ann. White blouse, plaid skirt, white socks and shoes. The
philosophy at the school was that students learn better from teachers that
they can relate too, so teachers were expected to dress in a similar mAnnr
as the students. Jenna finished powdering herself after her shower and
began to get dressed. Everything fit fine. The blouse was tailor made, so
it accentuated her full figure and gave her already narrow waist and even
tighter V-shape. She pulled on the skirt and realized that it seemed
extremely short. It came to just above mid-thigh. Jenna turned around
several times and checked her appearance in the mirror. She figured the
skirt must have been okay, since the blouse fit perfectly. With one final
approving glance, she gathered her things and headed to school.
Fall was in the air as the smell of freshly fallen leaves filled the air as
she walked from the parking lot to the school. It was a large two-story
brick building, partly covered in ivy, that housed a dorm section for the
girls to sleep in, a recreation room and classrooms. Jenna was scheduled to
teach English and gym this semester and had her first few classes already
mentally mapped out as she entered the school very early for her first
day. The excitement and anticipation had her stomach in knots and she felt
a little nauseous as walked down the empty hallway toward the Head
Mistress' office.
The high ceilings did nothing to lighten the dark corridor and her high
heels echoed as clicked along the linoleum floor as she walked. She noticed
the new posters lining the cold tile walls, welcoming the c***dren back to
school. Each classroom door was trimmed and stained in dark wood, which


framed an opaque wavy glassed window with the classroom number on it. Jenna
clutched her books to her chest as she approached the Head Mistress' office
clearly marked as such. Jenna tapped sheepishly on the window as she could
only make out a couple shadowy figures inside.
"Come in," a voice inside beckoned.
Jenna slowly opened the door and peeked inside to see sister Ann and
another woman who was much older. She entered the room when sister Ann,
seated behind her desk, gestured her to do so with her finger.
"Welcome Jenna. I'd like you to meet Ms. Stach, she's our office
manager. She'll help you get set up in your new room. I hope you're ready
for your first day, it'll be busy."
"Oh, yes, I am. I've been looking forward to it for days now," Jenna said
enthusiastically as she stood on the other side of the large oak desk. "And
it's nice to meet you, Ms. Stach."
Jenna shook the old woman's hand and found it kind of cold and clammy. The
old woman didn't seem real happy to see her and grumbled a "nice to meet
you" back at her. Jenna figured she'd seen a lot of young teachers come and
go in her time and wasn't impressed by anyone new.
"Let me show you to your new classroom," sister Ann said as she stood and
walked out from behind her desk.
Her black robe looked heavy, as did her habit, Jenna thought. She was just
glad she didn't have to wear it. As they headed back into the hallway Jenna
saw a few other nuns making their way to their classrooms in preparation
for the day. Things were picking up quickly and her anticipation grew
accordingly. sister Ann pushed open the door to classroom 111 and Jenna
walked in. Jenna had two classes to teach at her new school, English Comp
and gym. The desk at the head of the class was actually a table. The rows
of desks that faced it were the old style with the lift up desktops and
all-in-one construction.
sister Ann at in the chair behind the teachers desk and patted the table
and said, "This will be your spot for English. And you know where the gym
office is already."
Jenna felt sister Ann's eyes roam her figure as she stood before her. She
felt a twinge of concern as sister Ann checked her out. Had she forgotten
something? The long pause made Jenna want to scream, "what is it?!", but
she composed herself and asked, "Am I dressed okay?"
"Uh, well, now that you asked, I need to make sure you've followed the
rules we provided you in your orientation packet," sister Ann stated
plainly. "Oh yes. I followed them exactly," Jenna reassured her.
"Please step over here," sister Ann said as she pointed to a spot on the
floor directly in front of her.
Jenna, unsure of why she wanted her so close, was not in any mind to upset
her new employer so early so she stepped onto the spot she pointed too.
Jenna looked down at her head mistress as she watched her hands grab the
hem of her pleated skirt. Her stomach tightened as sister Ann's hands


touched her outer thighs and began to slide upward. Jenna stepped back and
in a shocked tone exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"Jenna," began the calm voice of sister Ann, "I need to check if you're
wearing panties."
"What? Of course, I am," Jenna insisted, thinking that sister Ann must have
thought she was crazy if she wasn't. But much to her chagrin, sister Ann
replied, "Then we've got a little problem."
"The dress code for teachers here at St. Monica's clearly states that
teachers must wear ONLY the uniform prescribed and that it is a condition
of employment. No undergarments are permitted here at the school,
Ms. Tarp," sister Ann declared sounding more authoritative than before. "If
that's a problem, and then we'll have to reconsider our offer to you."
Jenna didn't know what to say. She knew she'd only glanced at the
orientation package and didn't really read it. It looked standard to
her. Now, here she stood before her new employer and she had to make a
decision and quick. She could see sister Ann's disappointment that she'd
apparently agreed to all the conditions of employment and then had
willfully violated one already. Her stomach was really tight now and felt a
bead of sweat form on her forehead. "Well, Ms Tarp," sister Ann
impatiently stated, "What's your decision?" Jenna knew she had blown it
already and didn't want to upset her new employer anymore than she already
had. She must have had her reasons for the policy and she didn't want to
upset her further by asking her for an explanation now. "I, uh...I," Jenna
stammered.
"Come on girl, spit it out! Do you want to work here or don't you?" hissed
a growingly impatient sister Ann.
"I...yes," withered Jenna as she had concerns of how she would pay bills
and rent if she didn't have a job racing through her mind. "Yes, I
want...the job. I'll do whatever is required, just please don't let me go,"
she pleaded. She hated sounding so needy, but in these economic times jobs
were harder to come by and she'd be smart to hold on to hers.
"Fine," began sister Ann sternly, "but they're can be no more violations of
school policy, understand?"
"Y-yes, I understand," replied a visibly shaken Jenna. Ten minutes into her
new job and she'd almost lost it. She felt relieved to still have her job
and was determined to do whatever it took to keep it. She understood how
disappointed sister Ann must have been and she committed to following all
the school rules from that point forward.
"I'll need to collect your undergarments, then. Please remove them and give
them to me. You can pick them up in my office at the end of the day and
take them home with you," sister Ann stated flatly.
Jenna's stomach tightened again. Certainly she didn't mean for her to take
them off here, now, did she? Jenna's mind was awash with
uncertainty. Should she take them off right here, in the classroom? She
looked at her head mistress who was sitting in her chair with her arms
folded across her chest. She showed no signs of getting up to leave, so
Jenna assumed she must have meant now. This was incredible. Her new


employer was asking her to undress in front of her.
Jenna reasoned that this was in fact, NOT a public school and that perhaps
they could indeed set their own rules. Her thoughts were briefly
interrupted when she heard sister Ann clear her throat, which she took as a
sign to get on with it. Nervously, Jenna began to unbutton her blouse. Her
sweaty palms and clammy fingers slipped on the buttons as she pressed them
through the tiny holes. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Her
embarrassment increased with each button opened. Halfway down her blouse
she felt as if she would pass out from shear humiliation. Her cheeks
flushed and she had to turn away from her employer as she pulled the blouse
out of the confines of the skirts waistband and opened the last button.
As she pulled the garment off her shoulders the cool room air gave her a
chilling sensation - a sensation she hadn't felt since she was a teenager
when her and her cousin Sandy stripped naked in the woods and ran around
like natives. They had a great time that day, doing something they knew was
wrong, but felt great anyway.
She laid the blouse on the desk beside her as she did her best to cover
herself with her free hand. She glanced over her should at sister Ann and
took note of her stare. The look confused Jenna and she thought about it as
she reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. "What was that
look?" she kept asking herself as she pulled the bra off her now throbbing
breasts. When her sizeable breasts were released from their tight confine,
Jenna sighed a barely audible sigh. "What was that for?" she questioned
herself. "What's going on?" Jenna was having an immediate increase in
arousal. She felt her nipples harden as the air struck them and she had an
urge to touch them. She struggled with the idea for a moment, shaking her
head to clear the cobwebs forming there. Why was she feeling like this? She
attempted to cover herself again. This was humiliating. The embarrassment
of the situation took over again. She felt like crying as tears welled up
in each eye when she handed her bra to sister Ann sitting quietly behind
her.
Jenna couldn't believe it. Was she really standing topless in front of a
Catholic nun for pete's sake? The whole situation was almost more than she
could bear. She wanted to run away and hide. The shame she was feeling was
killing her inside. But she was already committed and had agreed to the
terms of her employment. Shakily, she unclasp the hook on her skirt and let
down the zipper as she tried to use her arms to squeeze her breasts
together and keep them out of sight. "Here goes," she groaned in her mind
as she dropped the skirt to the ground and re-covered her breasts with her
arms and pushed her knees together.
"Oh my gawd," Jenna panicked in her mind, "I'm practically naked. I've got
to get these panties off quick, so I can get dressed again." She dropped
her arms and grabbed the waistband at each hip and bending forward at the
waist, pushed her panties to the floor. Jenna didn't stop to think about
what she had just done until she heard sister Ann's voice.
"You could have used the restroom to change in, Ms. Tarp," sister Ann said
in a disgusted tone.
Jenna almost passed out as she stepped out of her panties and bolted
erect. "Oh no, what have I done?!" her brain screamed as she clambered to
cover herself. She didn't know what to do. She stood frozen, naked and


statue-like for what seemed like hours. Her mind was racing and her ears
pounded like bass kettledrums. "What should she do? Would she be fired? Why
did she assume she was supposed to change in front of her? What was she
thinking? Was sister Ann mad at her? Did she think she was some kind of
pervert? Would she still be allowed to be around c***dren? Should she
apologize? Should ignore sister Ann's comments and act like she didn't hear
her?" A million questions clouded her mind and limited her decision-making
ability. She didn't even feel sister Ann's hand on her hips turning her
around to face her. Jenna had gone totally into her own mind as was
completely unaware of her surroundings.
sister Ann admired the tight slender blonde for a moment. The girls arms
barely covered her large, firm breasts and she could see each nipple was
surrounded by large dark aureoles that were perfect for sucking. It was
obvious to sister Ann that Jenna worked out. Jenna's small waist and taught
stomach stretched above a soft blonde, triangular mound that had evidence
of excitement clinging to the hair. She knew she had the new teacher in a
humiliating predicament and she was going to take full advantage of the
situation. "Ms. Tarp?" sister Ann said in stern voice to the unresponsive
girl, "Ms. Tarp!"
Jenna recovered slightly and looked down at sister Ann who was glaring back
at her with a look of disbelief and disappointment. Jenna tried to cover
herself as she stood naked before the catholic nun, the head mistress, in a
classroom for 7th graders on the morning before the first day of school was
to begin! Somehow, she had done the impossible, the improbable. She had
managed to humiliate herself in the most degrading manner possible. The
whole scene was surreal. Her mind clouded over again as she contemplated
what she should do and what would happen to her.
Jenna stood motionless, staring into space. sister Ann stood up and hugged
the mortified young woman.
Jenna felt a sudden sense of relief as she was wrapped in the warm robes of
the nun. The humiliated young woman closed her eyes to hide her shame and
hugged the nun back. "I...I," She wanted to tell her she was sorry, but
thought it may draw even more attention to her plight. Jenna wanted to hide
her nakedness and pressed herself closely into the robes of sister Ann. She
felt the nun comforting her and stroking her soft skinned back. "She is
such a wonderful person for not humiliating me," Jenna told herself, "she
recognizes my shame." Jenna buried her face into the nun's chest and took
comfort in her touch.
As the two stood hugging, sister Ann seized the moment. She continued to
stroke Jenna's back in soft circles and gradually worked her hand down
across the young woman's ass. When she didn't feel resistance to her touch,
she squeezed the tight butt cheek as she passed over it. The young woman's
soft flesh was so warm. She hadn't touched a young woman for so long, she
was overwhelmed by her luck. Here she had a new young teacher naked in her
arms. She started telling herself how easy it would be to control her. She
could use her position of power to make the young woman 'do' things for
her. She sighed deeply as she squeezed the woman's buttocks with both
hands.
Jenna felt the nun's seeming growing interest in touching her ass, but
figured the nun didn't realize what she was doing. She was a nun after
all. Jenna figured it was just her way of keeping her warm. Since her whole


backside was exposed to the cool room air and her touch did feel kind of
good, she let it pass.
sister Ann persisted. She began to knead the firm globes with regularity.
Jenna felt uncomfortable and tried to end the prolonged hug.
sister Ann sensed Jenna's desire to end the hug, but she wasn't ready to
relinquish control just yet. She squeezed the young woman tightly and
cooed, "it's okay Ms. Tarp, don't feel ashamed, it's okay."
At sister Ann's words something strange began to happen. Jenna felt a
tingling sensation cover her with goose bumps. She closed her eyes and
tried to forget what was happening. She wanted this whole ordeal over
with. Still paralyzed by what she had done, she couldn't understand why her
breathing became shallower. sister's hands warmed her buttocks and the
constant massaging was suddenly relaxing. Something was happening to her
that she couldn't explain. Waves of emotion were being pushed up from
through her stomach and into her throat. She was beginning to feel
weak. Was this right? Was it okay for her to be hugging a nun? Of course it
was okay, she told herself. sister Ann was just comforting her, right?
sister Ann squeezed the woman's cheeks, lifting and separating them. She
could tell by the girls change in breathing that she was starting to enjoy
her manipulations. She really wanted to taste the girls sex, but this
wasn't the time. She continued to circle Jenna's ass in a "wax on, wax
off," fashion. She could see that Jenna was distraught, but succumbing to
her touch. She had her right where she wanted her. She'd bring her closer
to orgasm before she'd stop and then she'd smack her ass and bring her
quickly back to reality.
Minutes later, Jenna was gasping for air, or so it seemed, as her body heat
rose inexplicably. Her mind was reeling. She didn't understand any of
it. She must be sick for letting these innocent touches by a nun arouse
her. But, she couldn't help it they felt so good. She relaxed her legs a
bit and spread her feet a little. Secretly she hoped sister would push a
finger into her anus.
Suddenly she felt an electric shock bolt through the center of her body,
forcing her to jump and squeal and cover herself. She looked around the
room, gathering her thoughts and taking in her circumstances.
"Ms. Tarp!" exclaimed sister Ann with a smack on her ass, "What are you
doing?! Get dressed right now, you have a class to teach." She knew that
she had established an early base of control over the young woman and would
have lots of opportunity to expand upon the situation.
Jenna was shocked at her own behavior. How could she have allowed herself
to become aroused by the touch of a nun? She must be sick. Suddenly she
realized she was still naked and standing in front of her new employer. She
grabbed her blouse and picked up her skirt and turned around and quickly
tried to get dressed. What had she done? How could she have been standing
there like that? What was she thinking?
As she buttoned the last button on her blouse and tucked it in, she felt
like crying again. She straightened her skirt and wondered what this all
meant. "sister Ann...please forgive me...I'm sorry for...for whatever I


did," she said in a sheepish shaky tone.
"We'll let bygones be bygones, Ms. Tarp, so long as you follow all the
rules and conduct yourself in a proper manner everything will be fine,"
sister Ann reassured her. "Now you have a class to teach." sister Ann had a
devilish plan to add to Jenna's humiliation and self-consciousness so she
asked, "What's that smell?"
"Uh, what smell?" asked a shaky Jenna, still somewhat aroused, but
humiliated beyond belief.
"It smells like...like..." sister Ann started as she acted like she was
trying to figure out the odor by sniffing the air, "...fish."
Jenna almost passed out. She felt tunnel vision as her heart sank. Was that
her? Was that her recent unexplained arousal that sister Ann smelled? She
felt like crawling into a hole. How much more humiliation would she have to
endure? She had already violated school policy by wearing undergarments and
then humiliated herself by stripping in front of her new boss and allowing
herself to feel arousal and now she smelled like sex on top of all that!?
Jenna wanted to quit. She didn't know what to say or what to do. Her
parents always taught her to come clean and admit what you did and take
responsibility. She knew she'd have to admit that she had somehow become
sexually aroused when she had removed her undergarments but that the whole
thing was a big mistake. She felt her breath being sucked away as she
began, "uh, sister Ann, I, uh, don't know what happened," she stammered.
"You don't know how what happened, Ms. Tarp?" pushed sister Ann sensing her
humiliation.
"I, uh, I don't know how...but I somehow became aroused when...when I took
my clothes off. Oh gawd, please forgive me for I have sinned!" Jenna
finally blurted out. Feverishly she tried to explain what happened, "I
didn't mean to break the rules and when you told me to give you my
undergarments, I thought you meant right then and when I took my clothes
off...I don't know what happened. I just became aroused and I almost had
an...and I don't know, I don't know!" Jenna sobbed as she covered her face
with her hands.
"Now, now girl. It's okay," sister Ann said as she consoled the distraught
young woman. "If I told you how many young girls have become aroused when
they stand in front of me, you wouldn't believe it. I think it's the
robes," she chuckled. "You're fine," she said aloud while thinking, "oh so
fine..."
Jenna gathered herself together tried to settle into her new classroom. She
had an hour before her first class and she had to hurry. She was still
feeling the effects of an unsatisfying orgasmic experience and tried to
forget the whole thing.
She finished moving in and took a break to reflect on her future. She
stared out the window of her classroom onto the grassy portion of the
vacant playground. The late summer day was beautiful, warm and sunny. She
started to relax a bit as the morning sun warmed her. She closed her eyes
and inhaled deeply through her nose. She was determined to make the best of
the day.


The first bell rang and she jumped a little. Her heart beat faster as she
knew students would begin pouring into her classroom for their first
period. Right on queue, the door opened and young girls began to file
in. Dressed in their traditional school uniforms with white blouses and
plaid skirts down past their knees and white socks, Jenna immediately
became aware of the fact that her skirt was much shorter than the
class'. Made from the same material, they looked alike in color and pleated
style, but her skirt was above mid-thigh. She remembered too, that she
wasn't wearing panties! She caught several admiring glances of girls as
they passed by her. She felt like they were checking her out! She could
feel their eyes roaming her body and she suddenly felt very
uncomfortable. She tried to cover herself in an inconspicuous mAnnr and
looked down at herself to see what they could possibly be looking at. Jenna
smiled a nervous smile and turned to catch her reflection in window to see
if there was something wrong with her appearance that would rate those
looks.
Jenna gasped when she saw her reflection. She hadn't noticed the sheerness
of the blouse before because she had been wearing a bra, but now, without
one on you could clearly see her large, dark aureoles surrounding her still
sensitized nipples. She tried to place her arm across her chest and remain
inconspicuous, but she knew that sooner or later she'd have to use her
hands! Nervously one hand pushed her blonde hair behind an ear while she
held the other limply in front of her.
"Good morning girls. Please take your seats. My name is Jenna Tarp and I'll
be your home room teacher for this year." Jenna began. She proceeded to
tell the class about herself and then asked them to do the same. She sat on
her desk or should she say "table" as she listened to the girls introduce
themselves one-by-one and row-by-row.
When the introductions got to the first girl in the third row, the cute
p*****n Trisha stood up and began, "I'm Trisha and I run this school."
A couple girls began to chuckle nervously, but stopped when Trisha's head
snapped around to locate the offender. Staring straight into Jenna's eye's
she hissed, "You do what I say and everything will be fine. Me and my girls
have certain demands and if you provide them to us, we'll let you keep your
job."
"I beg your pardon?" questioned a shocked and miffed Jenna. How dare she
come into MY classroom and make demands on me. "Sit down young lady and
never speak to me like that again, do your hear me?"
"Yeah, sure," replied a sitting Trisha in a sarcastic song. "We'll see..."
she muttered under her breath.
"What did you say?" asked Jenna, now really annoyed.
"Nothing. I didn't say nothing," responded Trisha using a 'tough guy'
voice.
"Anything...you didn't say anything," corrected Jenna.
"I know. That's what I said," replied Trisha to the laughter of the class.


Jenna, now clearly angry and a little humiliated, leaned forward towards
the girl to say something else to her. When she did, she didn't realize her
legs were forced open just enough to allow the girls with the right angle
to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. "You'd better watch your mouth
young lady," Jenna said in a stern tone trying to recapture control of her
class.
"I'm sorry," Trisha began in a sarcastic tone once again, "my mouth tends
to get me in places I'm not always welcome."
The cryptic statement confused Jenna but she decided it was better to move
on to the next girl rather than debate with this one. She leaned back on
the table but forgot to close her legs. She was still fuming about Trisha
and forgot where she was for a minute. She kept focusing on Trisha and
wanted to scold her again, but tried to listen to the rest of the
introductions. She didn't notice several girls sitting directly in front of
her exchanging glances and making gestures with their eyes toward
her. Jenna hadn't really noticed that her skirt had been pushed up on her
waist when she leaned forward to talk to Trisha, so now the hemline was
just barely covering her pussy. Even with her legs closed you could have
seen her blonde bush, but with her legs spread slightly, it was clearly
visible.
As the last girl gave her introduction, Jenna scooted off the front edge of
the table to a loud "squeak". He bare ass had begun to sweat as a result of
the heated discussion with Trisha and her sticky skin screeched as she slid
forward. Jenna felt a little embarrassed when a few of the girls giggled at
the sound as though they knew why it happened.
Jenna brushed downward at her pleated skirt on all sides as she gathered
herself to begin the day. She still didn't realize that the skirt was
riding very high on her hips and that the hemline was just below her
vagina. The slightest leaning forward would enable the class to see her
naked ass and she didn't even know it.
Throughout the period, Jenna couldn't figure out why the girls seemed so
clumsy always dropping things on the ground as she moved up and down the
aisles while teaching. She must have picked up a dozen pencils and erasers.
After Jenna's second period she had a break, which was followed by
lunch. She leaned back in her chair at her desk in her, now empty,
classroom and assessed how her first day had begun. She closed her eyes and
tried to relax. She nodded off quietly for a few moments before jarring
herself awake when her snapped backward. "Phew," she said aloud, "I felt
I've been asleep for hours." She got up decided to go find the gym office
to prepare for her next class. She grabbed some papers and left.
Walking down the deserted hallway, barely audible sounds came from the
rooms with classes. Jenna thought to herself that the walls of this old
building must be thick and well insulated. Her sharp heels clicked loudly
as she turned the corner to another hallway that headed toward the
gymnasium. She stopped to get a drink of water and when she turned around,
was startled by Trisha and two friends standing behind her with scowls on
their faces. "Why aren't you girls in class?" Jenna asked attempting to
establish who was in control here.
"We came out to find you, bitch," Trisha said in a hateful tone as she


pushed Jenna in the chest with both hands knocking her back against the
wall.
Jenna for the first time since she was k** and had gotten beaten up by the
neighbor k**, felt afraid. She pressed her hands against the wall and
grimaced when Trisha raised her hand as if to strike her.
Why was she so afraid? These were little k**s for crying out loud and she
was the teacher. Granted they were all tall for their age and able to look
down at her, but they were still k**s. She tried to fight the fear and
muster the courage to speak out against the abuse. She grit her teeth,
clenched her fists and pushed off the wall. "You girls get back to class
right now, do you hear me?!" Jenna crackled. She knew that didn't sound all
that convincing and she wished she could do it over again, but it was too
late.
Trisha knew she had to exert her control over the new teacher right away or
suffer with her consequences all year. No way was she going to let that
happen, not this year. This was HER school, she owned it and controlled it
and she would be damned to let some new teacher come in here and ruin
things for her. With her two friends Barb and Bic along for support, she
knew it was now or never. Once again with both hands she pushed the young
teacher hard against the wall. Jenna slammed against the cold tile wall
with a thud that took her breath away. She almost saw stars she hit so
hard. A streak of real fear shot up her spine as she pressed against the
cool tiles and raised her hands to protect her face.
"Please stop pushing me! W-what do you want?" she pleaded. Oh no, she
thought, she actually begged these young hoodlums. Her head turned, she
peered at them through squinted eyes. Jenna became more fearful the more
they pressed in toward her. They were standing so close she could feel
their breath.
The cold tile wall brought out an unusual reaction in her body that caught
her quite off guard. She felt her nipples become hard and press against the
thin cotton blouse. Jenna hoped they wouldn't notice.
Trisha grabbed her wrists and forced her hands down at her sides. "Keep
your hands down, bitch," she growled.
Jenna's heart was pounding. She couldn't understand how this could be
happening to her, right here in the hallway. Jenna begged again,
"P-please...don't hurt me...I'll do whatever you want, just please...don't
hurt me." Where was everyone anyway? Why weren't there other teachers or
janitors to help? She could barely breath. Her fear was crushing her. These
girls were very angry and very strong. Whatever they wanted she felt she
had to give them or suffer some horrible fate. Jenna flinched again when
Trisha reached up toward her face. She felt Trisha grab her shoulders and
push down hard.
"Get on your knees, bitch," Trisha hissed.
Jenna reluctantly relaxed her knees and slid her back along the wall. She
closed her eyes, fearing what was in store for her. She felt her skirt
catch on the tiles and stick, which caused it stay up as her ass went
down. Now her panty-less bottom was exposed to add to her humiliation. Her
knees came to rest on the cold linoleum floor in front of Trisha who was


now looking down at her. Trisha continued to push down on her shoulders
until Jenna sat on her haunches and placed her hands on the floor to keep
from falling. Jenna was scared. She'd never been in such a submissive
position before, ever. She feared the worst. She wondered what they wanted,
but didn't dare ask. She felt stupid for allowing it to go this far but now
that it had, what was she to do? She couldn't even fight back from this
position.
Jenna grimaced when Trisha grabbed her chin and forcibly jerked her face
skyward.
Squeezing hard on Jenna's chin, Trisha insisted, "You're gonna do what I
tell you. Understand teach?"
Jenna was truly afraid. She felt her heart pounding so hard she felt like
her breasts were thumping. Her bare ass resting on her calves was a
constant reminder that she was panty-less and that really bothered her. She
didn't want to bring that fact to light, not now anyway.
"I asked if you understood, teach!" Trisha said with a jerk on Jenna's
chin.
"Y-yes, I...I understand," whimpered Jenna. She watched as Trisha released
her iron grip on her chin and reach under her skirt. Jenna gasp as Trisha
lowered her panties to her knees, then to her ankles and then step out of
them. Oh no, she thought, this can't be happening. Surely she won't make
me...do that, will she?
"Grab my skirt girls," Trisha told her two cohorts. Both girls grabbed
Trisha's skirt and pulled it up exposing her barely hairy pussy. Trisha
grabbed Jenna's blonde hair on the back of her head and slowly pulled her
face toward her pussy. She pushed her hips forward until she could feel her
teachers' nervous breath being puffed on her pubic hair through her
nose. "Kiss me."
Jenna squeezed her lips tightly together and closed her eyes. She could
smell the pungent aroma of the young girl's sex and was surprised she
wasn't repelled by it. She tried to resist the girls' grasp on her head but
knew it was futile. She could feel the girls' soft pubic hair tickling her
nose and she knew she very close. Trisha had only asked her to kiss her. It
could have been a lot worse she reasoned. She opened her eyes and looked up
at her tormentor when she heard her whisper, "kiss me" only this time in a
soft, sexy voice.
For some strange reason something strange took place just then. Jenna felt
her resistances diminish and her body start to relax. At the same time, she
felt Trisha's grip lessen. As she sat on her haunches in the hallway of her
new school, her face so close to a young teen's pussy that she could feel
her own breath on it, she sensed something different.
Jenna looked up at her tormentor as she quietly mouthed the words again,
"kiss me." Jenna didn't feel threatened anymore. She felt this was an easy
thing to do and then it'd be over. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips
and gently kissed the young teen's pussy.
"There now, that wasn't so bad was it?" asked a satisfied Trisha.


Jenna felt a strange sensation race through her body as her lips touched
the young girl's sex. What was happening to her? She felt her nipples
pressing hard against her blouse and the cool air in the hallway breezed
across her moistening slit. How could that be? This was a disgusting
act...wasn't it? She was just forced to kiss a teenagers pussy in the
hallway of her new school. And yet, she felt strangely aroused by the
incident.
Jenna felt Trisha caress her face and lift her chin up again. "You didn't
answer me, teach. I asked if that wasn't so bad," Trisha pressed. "Now,
tell me it wasn't that bad, okay?"
Jenna couldn't believe what she was about to say. She was going to tell
this young teen girl that kissing her pussy wasn't bad. Was this real? Was
she actually doing this or was this some sort of bad dream? Even if it was
a dream, she felt an overwhelming urge to tell this girl that she didn't
mind kissing her pussy. "No, it wasn't that bad," Jenna heard herself say
in a dry mouthed voice.
There, she had done it. Now it's over.
"Give me your tongue, teacher. Teach me. Teach me what women do to women,"
Trisha encouraged as her friends watched and listened.
Bic and Barb could hardly believe what they were witnessing. Trisha had
just made a teacher kiss her pussy in the hallway at school.
Jenna heard the words and she couldn't believe she was hearing them. There
was no way she'd eat this young girl's pussy in the hallway at school. No
way, she drew the line when she kissed her. That was enough. Jenna shook
her head 'no'.
"What? Did you say 'no' to me?" Trisha asked in a soft voice petting the
side of Jenna's face with the back of her hand.
Jenna looked away.
"Girls," Trisha said.
Bic grabbed the back of Jenna's hair and yanked down hard causing Jenna to
groan loudly and wince. Bic pulled down so hard and so far that Jenna's
mouth couldn't close.
Quickly, Trisha mounted the open orifice jamming her pussy down on Jenna's
mouth. "Lick me bitch. Lick me now!" she screamed, her voice echoing down
the empty corridor.
Jenna was shocked at the sound and even more shocked that this young girl
was grinding her pussy on her mouth. Jenna could only gasp air through her
nose. She couldn't even get this girl off with her hands since she was
supporting herself with them on the floor. The hard grinding continued and
Jenna feared someone may hear Trisha yelling and come to investigate. This
was not what she wanted anyone to see.
"Lick me, now, bitch or I swear I'll scream it at the top of lungs. And
when people come to check it out, I'll scream ****!" Trisha threatened in
scratchy voice. "Now lick me, bitch!"


Jenna felt she had no choice. Trisha was right. If she were to get caught
with her face buried in a young girls pussy, whom would they believe? She
had to do it or risk getting caught.
Jenna pushed her tongue out and for the first time in her life tasted the
juices of a female. She pressed her tongue inside the tight opening and
felt the warmth contained inside. Surprisingly, the taste wasn't repulsive
like she expected. The wetness was beginning to coat both sides of her
mouth and ooze down her chin. Drooling was not something she was used to
doing so she did what came naturally and began to suck in the growing
moisture. Before Jenna knew it, she was sucking and fucking the young girls
vagina with her tongue and mouth, right there in the hallway at school.
Jenna just wanted the whole thing to end. She sensed Trisha's growing
excitement and stepped up her efforts. The taste and smell of Trisha's
pussy was becoming intoxicating and the shear dirtiness of the act she was
performing had a sexually deviant arousal to it. She felt her own wetness
growing as the young teen's grunts turned to pants and echoed throughout
the hallway. Uncontrollably Jenna heard her self groan once as the grinding
teen pushed down harder on the new teacher's face. Jenna struggled to keep
her balance as her mind clouded with her building arousal.
What was she doing? How could this be happening? How could she actually be
feeling arousal doing such a despicable act to a young teen? She was under
age for God's sake! Yet with all the things wrong with it, she still kept
reverting back to the taste, smell and sound of an aroused youth. Her
senses were going mad. Her mind was saying 'no', but her being was
screaming 'yes'. Jenna drove her tongue deeper into the youth, eliciting
even louder groans and pants.
Trisha was really humping the teacher's face, now. She ground and pumped on
her mouth as she felt her drive her tongue inside. She was fast approaching
orgasm and wanted to spew cum all over her teacher's face. She wanted to
show this older bitch that she was really in charge. She grit her teeth as
she ground harder and faster on the open cavity. She felt her teachers'
nose and tongue swipe by her clit as she pumped and ground. She reached
down and grabbed her teachers' ears and hair and forcibly pulled her face
deeper into her soaking slit. She violently humped her face as she reached
orgasm. With a deep guttural, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," Trisha bellowed in
orgasm.
Jenna sucked hard as she felt gushes of warm juice spit repeatedly from the
young girl's loin. Her chin, cheeks and face were being coated with girl
cum and there was nothing she could do about it. Her ears ached from being
pulled upward and her face throbbed as the violent rubbing began to
subside. Jenna felt Trisha's grip relax as her orgasm diminished. She
couldn't believe that she had just brought a young teen to orgasm in the
hallway of the school on her FIRST day! How did this happen? Trisha
dismounted her and Jenna started to wipe her mouth when she felt a violent
tug on her blouse.
"Stand up, bitch," Trisha growled as she yanked up on the teacher's
blouse. When Jenna stood, Trisha pushed her against the wall again and held
her there with her fist clenching her blouse. Trisha leaned forward and
drove her tongue into the teachers' mouth and swiped it around. She purred,
"ooh, I taste good, don't I teach? Don't I?!" she said with a jerk on her


blouse.
"Y-yes," whimpered an ashamed and humiliated Jenna.
"Don't wash your face for the rest of the day, understand, bitch?"
commanded Trisha. "I want everyone to know that you're mine and I've marked
you as my territory."
Jenna felt her heart sink. How humiliating. She was going to have teach
class for the rest of the day, red-faced from having Trisha's pussy rubbed
across it and coated with dried sticky girl cum. She knew people would
surely be able to see the encrustation once it dried and most likely would
ask about it. What would she say it was?
Just then the bell rang, ending the period. The three girls adjusted
Jenna's clothes in a seemingly helpful manner.
"We'll see you tomorrow teach," said Trisha "and don't forget what I told
you."
Jenna quickly tucked in her blouse as the hallway quickly filled with
students pouring from their classrooms. Most walked by without giving her a
second look, while a few others gave her disgusted looks. She wondered if
they could smell Trisha on her face. Certainly her cum still glistened. She
could feel it's moisture on her cheeks. She tried to look away from
students as she pressed her way through the crowded hallway. She could
still feel her own moisture lubricating her thighs as she leaned into the
crowd.
Her clouded mind still couldn't take in all the horrible events that had
happened to her today and it wasn't even noon, yet. She barely noticed the
occasional hand that rode under her skirt and brushed her buttocks and
hips. The crowded hallway amassed warm bodies and she was at their mercy as
she made her way to the sanctity of her office in the gym.
Jenna curled up in the office chair and wept as she thought about what had
just happened. She was forced to lick the vagina of a minor girl in the
hallway! "My gawd, what was this place?" she sniveled to herself. How did
she ever let that happen? She was an adult and the girl was 13. "But it was
scary," she told herself, "there were three of them...and they were
angry...and big." Her mouth and face still ached from the 'incident', she
still couldn't call for what it was...****. Just the thought of it sent
shivers up her spine. She didn't want that to ever happen again. Her hair
was a mess and she looked disheveled. Even though the abusive teen had told
her not to wash her face, she made up her mind to do so anyway. She felt so
dirty and violated that she just wanted to wash the whole incident
away. She decided to take a shower and clean herself.
She looked around the office for a towel and found a clean one in a cabinet
next to the office door. She took the towel and held it close to her chest
as she looked around the locker room to make sure no one else was
there. She still felt really jumpy. She wondered why the teachers didn't
have their own shower. She felt a little uncomfortable being forced to use
the girl's shower room, but she needed to get clean. She pulled off her
blouse, dropped her skirt and stepped out of her shoes before prancing
across the room to the shower stalls.
It was a pretty long way from the office to the shower stalls and Jenna's


feet were cold by the time she stepped into the small room with six
showerheads, three on each side. She stood under the middle one and turned
the water on. She squealed as the ice cold water cascaded down her chest
and she jumped out its path. She held her hand under the water until it
became hot, when she stepped under its flow.
The water warmed her body and she felt it's instant relaxing effect. She
dipped her face under the streaming liquid and washed her face with both
hands. She wet her hair and just stood there and enjoyed the encapsulation
of it's warmth.
Jenna slowly ran her hands along her body, massaging her sore skin and
washing away the effects of her earlier transgressions. She tried not to
dwell on them, but the memory was still too ripe. She still felt
afraid. She questioned herself again and again on how it all happened. She
must have a played a role in it somehow. Things like that just don't
'happen' she reasoned. What was it that she did to bring it on? Why did
those girls choose her to act out on?
Jenna stayed under the water for several minutes, just thinking. She still
felt the fear. Her tormentors had scared her for life, she was sure of
it. She shut off the water and looked for her towel. "Oh damn," she said to
herself. She'd left it in the office. She covered her breasts with her arm
and her vagina with her other hand and peered around the corner past the
lockers and into the office. The coast was clear so she scooted along the
tiled floor being careful not to slip.
Just then the locker room door opened and chatting, giggling girls streamed
in. Jenna froze midway between the office and the showers. Suddenly the
cackling group of students went silent with a collective gasp and just
stared. Both Jenna and the girls seemed frozen in time for what seemed an
eternity. Both stood wide-eyed and statue-like. No one knew what to do.
Jenna felt as though she'd just been caught in one of those weird dreams
where she was naked at school, only this was real. She felt like passing
out as she stood meagerly covering herself.
The girls didn't know what to do either. Most were shocked, either by their
disbelief or their fortune.
Finally after what seemed like forever, Jenna broke for the glass-enclosed
office. Her breasts bounced wildly as she tried in vain to cover them.
The girls nudged each other, giggled and pointed as they watched their new
teacher bound across the floor for the office. All eyes were glued to
blonde beauty as she bounced into the office and desperately tried to find
the towel. They laughed aloud at her frantic search for a towel, even
though they could all clearly see it on the cabinet.
Jenna had abandoned trying to cover herself as she searched for the
towel. Her nakedness was there for everyone to see, but she didn't
care. Finally she saw the towel and grabbed it to cover herself. She held
the small bath towel in front of her, as it didn't even wrap around her and
gasp her first gulp of air. Her heart was pounding furiously and she felt
flushed. Her freshly cleaned body now had light coat of sweat covering it.
Jenna had to think quick. Her mind was racing, but no real thoughts were


going through. What should she do? Should she ignore what happened and act
like it didn't happen? Should she try and explain herself? Should she yell
at them?
Jenna glanced up from looking at the floor to see the girls had crowded
around the corner office windows and were looking at her like an a****l in
the zoo. She stood motionless in front of them and tried to think of what
to do. All she could think of was getting dressed and quick. She was so
humiliated and embarrassed it clouded her judgment. She'd never seen any of
her teachers naked while she was in school, not even in gym class. Their
smiling faces with excited looks on them surrounded her. Two glass walls
lined with girls eagerly peering in watching her every move caused her
great distress. How could she possibly get dressed when they were watching
her like that? No matter which way she turned, someone would be able to see
'something'.
Jenna's heart sank as she felt the blood sink to her feet. She stood facing
the class full of young teens, only frontally covered in a skimpy
towel. All she could think of was that she had to get dressed and she
grabbed her blouse. With one hand holding the towel to her chest, she tried
to slip her arm into the sleeve. The water beads that still clung to her
arm made the blouse stick halfway on her arm. She couldn't believe it, what
else could go wrong? She raised her arm skyward and tried to shake the
blouse down using gravity, but it just stayed there. She sensed the crowd
getting antsy as faces exchanged excited looks of anticipation. She wanted
to panic and run, but there was nowhere to run. She was trapped like a rat
in a cage and her mind was clouded by her predicament. She was focused on
getting dressed and that was it. It never crossed her mind that she could
just tell the girls to go their lockers and get ready. Instead she chose to
risk getting dressed in front of them. It was as if she was telling them
that it was okay if they watched her. By not telling them to leave, she
gave them permission.
With one arm still in the air and the other holding the towel tightly to
her chest, she tried to grab the hanging blouse with her fingers and pull
it down her clammy arm. With one final surge she stretched her fingers and
tried to pinch the material between two fingers, when her towel fell to the
ground. Jenna froze. She stared straight ahead at the crowd of girls
wondering, hoping, praying that by some miracle, they hadn't seen.
Much to her chagrin, all the girls were staring back at her wide-eyed and
open mouthed. Jenna's stomach turned flip-flops. She didn't know what to do
for an instant so she just stood there and let the girls take in all her
nakedness. Her large, firm breasts protruded sharply and her soft blonde
pubic hair that lightly covered he mound were there for all to see. The
shear humiliation paralyzed her.
Finally she ripped the material down her arm and frantically attempted to
pull it around her moist back. Once again the material clung to her damp
skin and prolonged her efforts to cover herself. Her large breasts rocked
side-to-side as she shook the blouse loose and pushed her arm in the other
sleeve.
Jenna was gasping for air in disbelief of her difficulties, of all times to
struggle getting dressed, why now? She felt the eyes of the students roam
her naked body. She could almost feel them like tiny hands touching
her...probing her. She repeatedly glanced up at the faces glaring in at her


as she fumbled with the buttons.
She grabbed her skirt off the floor, stepped into it and yanked it upward
ripping the zipper apart. "Oh no," she gasp, "what now?" She hooked the
clasp and tried to make the zipper work but to no avail.
Finally clothed her mind started to function again. She was in gym class
and she was the teacher. She needed to get these girls working. "My gawd,"
she realized, "why didn't I do that in the first place?" She felt like an
idiot. Not only had the girls coming into the locker room seen her coming
out of the shower, but she LET them watch her get dressed. Why did she do
that? That was a dumb decision. Her mind raced again listing the
consequences of her actions. She almost felt paralyzed again.
Desperately, Jenna gathered her thoughts and gained her composure. She
stepped out of the office to confront the girls.
"Nice show," one girl said.
"Lookin' good," another sang and others giggled and eyed the rumpled
beauty. Her blouse, spotted with moisture from her shower and sweating,
clung to her skin and changed from white to flesh color. Her breasts were
becoming clearer and clearer as the cloth absorbed the dampness.
Jenna wasn't sure what to say and was unaware that her blouse had become a
'wet-T-shirt'. Nor did she know that her nipples were rock hard and that
the cool air had caused the change. She stood in the middle of the small
class and told the girls to get ready for gym class, as she continued to
try and straighten her own clothes out. When she began to tuck her blouse
into her skirt the additional pressure on the clasp was too much. It, too,
broke and the skirt fell freely to the floor.
Jenna gasp and covered her mouth with her hands. She stood motionless for a
moment as she assessed the situation. She saw all the girls eyes drop from
her breasts to her crotch. She turned around slowly, verifying that all the
girls were looking at her 'down there'. They were. She felt shear
humiliation that she was naked from the waist down - again.
She snapped back to reality and covered herself with both hands, one in
front, one in back and kicked her skirt back into the office. Why that made
a difference she didn't know, but she did it anyway. She couldn't believe
what she had done. She had LET these young girls see her naked and then
watch her get dressed. She never scolded them or told them to go about
their business, which meant she said it was 'okay' for them to see her
naked. What had she done? Would she ever get the respect of the class? How
should she handle it? Should she tell them to forget what they saw? Would
they?
She bent over and picked up her skirt, momentarily forgetting that she was
still in full view of the girls watching her outside the office windows and
allowing some of them to see her bare ass and pussy at once. As she stood,
the murmurings outside reminded her of where she was and she covered
herself with her skirt. She pointed to the gym and yelled for the girls to
go outside and wait for her there.
Reluctantly the girls went into the gym.


Jenna sat down and fixed the zipper and clasp on her skirt. She also
thought about what to do. Since it was her first day at her new school and
she'd already made a fool of herself with the head mistress AND been
assaulted by three students, she decided she couldn't risk another failure
or she'd be fired for sure. She walked out to confront the girls and found
them all sitting quietly in the bleachers.
"Girls," Jenna began, "First off, my name is Ms. Tarp. We have a little
problem and I need your input. How do you think we should handle what just
happened in the locker room?"
The room was silent as the girls tossed knowing glances at each
other. Finally after a few seconds one girl raised her hand tentatively.
"Yes," said Jenna almost afraid of what she might suggest.
"Well," she began, "the way most of see it is it's YOUR problem, not
ours. We didn't do anything wrong, you did."
Jenna felt flushed at hearing the girl's words. She was right. It was HER
problem and she WAS the one who did something wrong. At that moment Jenna
thought she'd opened a Pandora's box. She needed to find a way out and
fast.
Before Jenna could say anything, the girl continued, "You're the one who
was naked in front of US. You're the one who used OUR showers instead of
your OWN. You're the one who paraded around in the nude and kept dropping
you're clothes on the floor and bending over and stuff."
The girl's words cut Jenna like a knife. Everything the girl said was true,
at least in their perception. She felt herself getting light-headed
again. Her ears were pounding as her pulse quickened. She wanted to say
something to stop the girl, but she couldn't think of anything to say.
"My mom always tells me that 'she's the adult and I'm the c***d'," the girl
kept on, "and in this case, you're the adult. So we all know that you're
the one who'll get in trouble, not us. In fact, you could probably go to
jail for what you did in there, couldn't you?" she asked slyly.
"Jail!" Jenna screamed in her mind. "My gawd, she's absolutely right!" Now
visibly shaken, Jenna tried to back pedal. "uh...well, I-I don't think I
could go to...to jail for that," she stammered.
"Well we do, don't we girls?" the girl asserted to the nodding and muffled
'yes's'.
Jenna was now totally off guard. She needed a way out and fast.
"Are you willing to risk going to prison, Ms. Tarp?" the girl pointedly
asked.
"Prison!" Jenna shrieked in her mind, "Now it's prison." Somehow 'prison'
sounded worse than 'jail'.
"Well, are you?!" the girl pressed.
Jenna was sure the answer was 'no', but she still felt uneasy about giving


up what little control she had over these young teenage girls as it was. If
she admitted that she didn't want to risk prison, what would that lead to?
She could see all the girls hanging intently on her answer and the room
fell silent as they waited.
"If you're not willing to respond, I guess we just tell the head mistress
and let her decide what to do," the girl finally said.
At this Jenna felt a shiver run up her spine. She couldn't' afford for the
head mistress to find out what happened, so she pleaded, "Oh, no, PLEASE
don't tell the head mistress. I can't afford that. Please don't tell. I'll
do whatever, but please don't tell!" Jenna sheepishly responded looking
down at the floor. Jenna, once again, felt naked even though she
wasn't. She felt like she'd been stripped of everything, her dignity, her
control, her very essence. She hated to beg these little girls, but what
choice did she have? She could lose everything if they told and maybe even
go to prison!
"Okay then. Let's come to an agreement. You do what we want and we won't
tell. Agreed?" offered the girl.
Jenna figured the girls would want to fool around during class and not do
any real 'gym class' stuff or maybe even want good grades out of it,
neither of which compared to the other option, so she agreed.
The girls huddled together and whispered amongst themselves. Jenna tried to
listen in, but they kept very quiet and several girls checked over their
shoulders to make sure she couldn't hear. For several minutes the girls
conspired together before breaking up.
The leader stepped forward again with her list of demands. "First off, we
want to play games during gym class, no exercising or junk like that."
Jenna let out a sigh of relief as she agreed to the first simple demand.
"Second, we want to go outside and play whenever we want, so long as it's
nice," was the next demand.
Jenna began to feel good about her decision to give up the control of the
class to the girls and agreed again.
"We get to wear whatever we want and you have to wear to whatever we tell
you," came the next demand.
Jenna was puzzled by the cryptic nature of the request, but agreed
anyway. At least she said 'wear' something, she reasoned.
"And last, when we ask you to do something, you must do it without asking
questions or we'll go straight to the head mistress and tell her what you
did today. Understood?" reprimanded the girl in a serious tone.
Jenna shuddered at the thought, but figured the first several requests were
so benign that this last request was just as harmless. Strangely enough,
she felt a twinge of arousal surge through her at those words, too. She
felt her nipples spring to life and her pussy moisten a little. It was
weird. Why would she find that exciting, she wondered.


Jenna found herself lost in her own fantasies for a moment as she pictured
herself being asked to do erotic things like dance for them. She inhaled a
deep sigh as her mind wandered.
"Great," yelled a girl, "let's go play!" And they took off like wild
a****ls running through the gymnasium yelling and screaming, throwing balls
and chasing each other.
Jenna sat on the bleachers and watched as the girls played. Fifteen minutes
before the class was scheduled to conclude, Jenna yelled for the girls to
hit the showers. The girls obediently scampered into the locker room to
shower and change. Jenna followed the last girl in. Once inside, she heard
the door close behind her and latch. She turned around and a girl had
locked the door.
"Okay," the head girl said, "shower for us."
"W-what?" Jenna said nervously.
"I said shower for us. And remember our agreement, no questions or we
tell," reminded the girl. "Now take off your clothes and shower for us."
Jenna felt a bead of sweat run down her back. Certainly these girls
couldn't be serious. But judging by the serious look on her face and that
of the others in the room as they gathered around, Jenna couldn't take that
chance. Her reluctance spawned a chant to begin.
"Strip," a few began.
"Strip," a few more chimed in a low murmur.
"Strip," said the class in unison.
"Strip...strip...strip," they chanted as Jenna began to unbutton her
blouse.
Jenna sensed a pulsating energy develop as the girls continued their evil
chant and as her fingers opened the last button and pulled the garment free
from her skirt. For a short moment she clutched the open blouse tightly
together at her chest, when something strange happened. Jenna could feel
the energy and excitement building within the room and in each girl. She
knew what they wanted and she somehow found herself strangely aroused by
it.
As the chant grew louder, it seemed the room was growing warmer. Her body
temperature was climbing and she felt her loin filling with blood. Her
breathing increased, though in shorter breaths. She found herself almost
'wanting' to do this. She questioned why she was feeling like this. Why was
she suddenly feeling the need to show her naked body to these young girls?
Where was this strange urge coming from? Her palms were sweaty as her fists
held the blouse tightly closed, but she felt her hands, almost
uncontrollably separating slightly and re-grasping the blouse by the
centerline in each hand. Her thoughts were becoming s**ttered as the chant
grew in crescendo.
Jenna knew what the girls wanted. And now, she felt she wante