Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2001 14:44:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 12

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descriptions of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females
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Chapter Twelve

Jenna felt awful. She had never been so depressed in her life. She barely
participated with her 3rd period gym class after suffering such a
humiliation in her 2nd.

She didn't know what happened to her. Somehow she had convinced herself
that doing ANYTHING the girls in her 2nd period gym class asked of her was
something she HAD to do. She blinked her eyes as they welled up with tears
as she pictured herself lying on the shower room floor and letting the
girls piss on her. And if that wasn't bad enough, during the horrible,
nasty chain of events she had somehow talked herself into believing
that...doing that was...some sort of "destiny" for her.

Jenna felt ill again. Her mouth watered as she felt like vomiting when she
remembered the taste of urine. Urine she had WILLFULLY tasted! When the
girls began to urinate on her she began to convince herself that she should
DRINK their urine! WHY? Why did she do that? "I must be really be sick!"
she said to herself aloud.

Jenna's stomach was totally upset and no, it wasn't simply because a couple
hours earlier she had the urine of 10 or more girls in her stomach. It was
upset because she felt guilty and stupid.

Jenna felt like she had to repent. She paced around the office fretting
about what to do. She kept wringing her hands together as she thought about
her options.

She had crossed some weird barrier when she WILLFULLY drank urine and she
didn't know where things would lead from that point forward, but she feared
the worse. She pictured herself being subjected to all sorts of humiliating
acts and she started to weep. How could things have gone so wrong so
quickly? Last week she was a normal girl who had just graduated from
college with her teaching certificate, near the top of her class, and after
only ONE week here at St. Monica's School for Girls she had allowed herself
to be humiliated and degraded beyond her wildest imagination! "And..." she
gulped, she found herself almost LIKING some of it! Jenna burst into tears
and buried her face in her hands sobbing uncontrollably.

Suddenly Jenna knew what she had to do. She had to find Sister Ann and
throw herself at her mercy and ask for forgiveness. She had violated so
many rules and as a result, violated Sister Ann's trust. Sister Ann had
hired her expecting the best and to this point she had given her nothing
but trouble. She had put the school at risk because of her poor choices and
that simply wasn't acceptable. "Gawd," Jenna recalled, "I even forced
Sister Ann to have to spank me!" Jenna sniveled as she felt another wave of
tears coming.

Jenna felt so guilty her stomach cringed. She took a deep breath, summoned
her courage and headed to the office to see Sister Ann. As she noisily
clicked her way through the vacant hallways with the high ceilings and dark
trim, the echo of her shoes did little to drown out her worry. She worried
about Sister Ann's reaction when she would beg her for forgiveness "and
grovel at her feet," she smirked as she tried anything to lighten the
moment and lessen her anxiety.

As she approached the office door, Jenna paused and took a deep breath as
her hand grasp the doorknob. She closed her eyes and replayed in her mind
what she wanted to say when suddenly...the door opened!

Jenna jumped back gasping when she saw Sister Ann standing in the doorway
and not looking happy. Jenna went flush and froze with a wide-eyed startled
look on her face.

"Jenna," said an equally startled Sister Ann, "just who I was looking
for. Come in to my office I have something I want to tell you."

Jenna's stomach did flip-flops and she felt like fainting. "This is it,"
she told herself, "I'm fired." Jenna recanted all the horrible events of
her first week at the school as she slowly shuffled toward Sister Ann's
office like a puppy with its tail between its legs. The memories flashed
through her mind in rapid succession, each one causing her to feel more
faint and nauseous.

As she entered the office, Sister Ann sat behind her desk and crossed her
legs awaiting Jenna as she trailed behind. Her black-heeled boots that
laced up to mid-calf and conformed to her leg exactly, protruded from under
her thick black robe. She pulled up slightly on her dress so she could
freely bob her foot unobstructed. She waited patiently as Jenna seemed to
pause in the doorway. "Jenna, please..." Sister Ann said, implying that
Jenna should hurry up and get in there.

Jenna felt a huge emptiness inside as she stood outside the office and
paused. Her guilt at how disgraceful her behavior had been her first week
made her skin crawl. She knew her time at the school was probably limited
and that Sister Ann had probably decided that she'd had enough. Jenna felt
awful that she only lasted a week! She felt like crying when she thought
about how she had planned on making teaching her career and now, after a
dreadful week, it was over. Her teaching career was over before it had even
gotten started.

Jenna wrung her icy hands together as she rehearsed her speech in her mind
for the last time. She would tell Sister Ann that she understood how
disappointed she must have been in her and that she was ready to accept any
punishment the nun would choose.

When Jenna crossed the threshold, everything changed in an instant. She saw
the diminutive Sister sitting behind her desk and Jenna burst into tears
and threw herself at her feet. Jenna literally genuflected before the Head
Mistress and hung herself on her foot. Jenna grabbed the ankle of Sister
Ann and begged and pleaded, "Please Sister, forgive me for I have sinned! I
have performed poorly this week at the school and I will do anything to
make amends," Jenna sobbed as tears splashed upon the nun's boot.

Jenna looked up at the nun, unwittingly caressing and rubbing her ankle and
foot as she pleaded with the nun for her job. "Please, don't fire me,
Sister, I promise to do a better job. I promise."

Sister Ann stared back at the pleading young woman. She tried to remain
composed, but the way Ms. Tarp was holding her foot, rubbing it, stroking
it, was sending goose bumps up her thigh. Sister Ann blinked a few times as
she attempted to stay focused on the task at hand, but the sensations the
young teacher was giving her by her inadvertent touching was leaving her
speechless. She tried to her best to clear her mind.

Jenna, not seeing a positive reaction from Sister Ann, feared the
worst. She would do anything to keep her job and she knew she'd do a better
job if only given the chance. How could she prove herself to the Head
Mistress and show her that she meant business? Jenna struggled with
question and searched for answers. Time was running out as she looked up at
Sister Ann and saw the blank stare on her face.

As Jenna pleaded with Sister Ann to let her have another chance promising
to whatever she needed to do, she dropped her head onto her ankle, "Please
Sister, I know I can do better. All I need is another chance. I'll do
whatever it takes to make you proud of me," Jenna pleaded, at the same time
she pulled up slightly on her foot.

"oh"

Jenna paused for moment, her forehead on Sister Ann's ankle and her hands
supporting her foot. She would have sworn she heard Sister Ann moan. What
did she do that pleased her so? Jenna knew she had to find that chink in
the Sister's armor and exploit it. If she could please the Head Mistress
then maybe all was not lost.

Jenna replayed the chain of events that had happened moments earlier to see
if she could remember what she'd done. She remembered pleading with her,
"almost groveling," she told herself, while dropping her face to her ankle.

"Was that it?" Jenna asked herself with a shot of hope streaking up her
spine. She had to know if touching her foot in combination with her
groveling was what caused Sister Ann to moan. If it did then she'd know
what she had to do.

Jenna tested her theory. She held the Sister's ankle in both hands and
gently massaged the boot so meticulously laced onto her black stocking'd
foot. At the same time she began to kiss the laces and beg, "Please Sister
Ann...please...I'll do whatever you want."

"OOH"

Jenna heard Sister Ann moan loudly that time. She was right. She'd found
the thing that Sister Ann liked and she was determined to please her in a
manipulative effort to keep her job. Yes. Yes she would lower herself to
this level. It was do or die time and she was going to 'do'.

Jenna grabbed one of the laces in her teeth and pulled it untying the soft
leather boot. She rubbed her face on both sides of the nun's shin and
tugged and pulled at the laces with her teeth, all the while moaning
softly, "m-m-m-m-m-m," and begging the nun for her job, "please Sister
Ann...please...please don't fire me. I'll do anything you want."

Sister Ann closed her eyes and held on tightly to the arms of her
chair. She was doing her best fight the feelings her new young teacher was
giving her. She felt her butt warming up and small droplets of sweat
forming around her butt cheeks on the leather chair. This poor girl
certainly didn't have any idea what she was doing to her. She shivered when
she felt Ms. Tarp's mouth on her shin as she fastidiously tugged and pulled
at her laces. She didn't even realize it when she unintentionally let a
slight moan escape, "oohhh."

Sister Ann knew she had to put a stop to it. She couldn't let Ms. Tarp
continue untying her shoe. The electricity it shot up her leg caused her
vagina to spasm uncontrollably. It was not her place to have such
feelings. She was the Head Mistress and it was her responsibility to
instill discipline and maintain order. She was not allowed these feelings.

Ever since Ms. Tarp's arrival at the school she had had such strange
feelings, urges almost. As the Head Mistress she knew she had ultimate
control and authority, but this...this was different than anything she'd
experienced in the past. She'd NEVER had a teacher want her job so badly
that they'd lower themselves to kissing her foot! If she was willing to do
that, just how far would she actually go? Sister Ann's heart beat faster as
she fantasized about the possibilities.

The strong Head Mistress had always exuded leadership and control,
especially self-discipline, but as Ms. Tarp opened the last of the laces on
her boot, Sister Ann's breathing quickened.

Jenna knew she was on the right track as she knelt before her Head
Mistress. She slowly pulled the boot off the nun's foot exposing her
nylon-covered foot.

Sister Ann gasped as the cool room air surrounded her foot and sent and
unwanted chill up her leg. She looked down at the young teacher, knelt
before her dressed in her white cotton blouse and plaid skirt that draped
around her knees. Sister Ann held her breath when she saw Jenna look up at
her and make eye contact as she opened her mouth and inserted her big toe
inside. The warmth of Ms. Tarp's mouth as it enveloped her toe was matched
only by the outrageous sensation of her lips wrapping softly around her toe
and dragging sensuously down to the tip as she withdrew it from her mouth.

Sister Ann thought she might pee herself. Her vagina contracted so tightly
at the thrilling touch of the young teacher's mouth she thought it
physically clamped shut. The wave of wetness that immediately followed was
unmatched by anything she'd experienced since becoming a nun. She simply
hadn't allowed herself to experience ANYTHING so pleasurable.

When Jenna heard a longer, more sustained moan that had sounds of short
squeals mixed in, she further confirmed her suspicion that she'd found
Sister Ann's weakness. Determined to take full advantage of the
opportunity, she reached down and grabbed the nun's other foot, uncrossing
her legs.

As Sister Ann's legs became uncrossed it was enough to awaken her from her
building arousal and she looked down at Ms. Tarp as she picked up her other
foot and almost apologetically whispered, "N-no, Ms. Tarp, please, that's
enough."  Sister Ann's mind was filling with confusion. Her current state
of arousal was something she hadn't allowed herself to experience and she
was beginning to understand why. She was losing control as Ms. Tarp ignored
her plea and began unlacing her other boot. Her mind wondered and she began
to entertain fantasies about what she could have her new teacher do.

Sister Ann grabbed her rosary that was draped around her waist, closed her
eyes and secretly prayed for strength as she felt her other boot slide off
her ankle. Unknowingly she didn't realize that closing her eyes only served
to heighten the sensations of Jenna's touch. Her growing wetness was
undeniable. She was aroused as never before and she saw no way to stop
it. Her heart was racing and her skin was on fire. Beads of sweat formed
under her habit as her scalp tingled unrestrained.

Jenna had successfully removed both of Sister Ann's boots and had both of
her stocking feet in front of her. She placed the nun's feet on her knees
and stared at them briefly. For the first time since she'd started at the
school she finally felt like she was doing something right. She picked up
one of the nylon-covered feet and began to suck on the toes. She heard
Sister Ann moan loudly and she watched as the nun's head rolled slowly
around. She could see that she clutched her rosary tightly on her lap with
both hands, which told Jenna she was really hitting the mark.

Jenna knew that if she was getting this sort of reaction from her Head
Mistress just by sucking her nylon-covered foot, imagine what she could get
from her if she could get her tongue between her toes!

That was enough for Jenna. She decided that she needed to please her Head
Mistress in ways she'd probably never had it before. She pushed up on the
nun's dress, exposing the firm shapely legs beneath. Jenna was impressed at
just how nice her legs looked. They were long and slender, not bony or
chubby.

When Sister Ann felt her dress being pushed up, she labored for breath and
tried in vain to resist. Her mind was awash with arousal and she wasn't
thinking clearly anymore. None of this was supposed to be happening.

Jenna slid her hands up the outside of Sister Ann's thighs and grabbed the
waistband of her thick black pantyhose.

Unable to catch her breath, Sister Ann held it and lifted her hips slightly
when she felt Jenna begin to pull down on her pantyhose. The whole moment
was unreal and she just wasn't able to focus.

When Jenna felt Sister Ann lift up a little she knew she was on the right
track. She slowly pulled down her pantyhose to her knees and the
beyond. Jenna was a little shocked to see that she had inadvertently taken
Sister Ann's panties along with them. Shrugged to herself and pushed them
off each foot on-by-one.

Sister Ann was now slumped in her chair, her buttocks just on the edge. The
cool air on her bare legs was something she only felt when she dressed in
the morning. Rarely was she ever this uncovered. Her heavy black dress was
pushed up on her thighs, but still covered her. She thanked God for that.

As her head rested against the back of the chair, Sister Ann tried to open
her eyes. She looked down to see Ms. Tarp gingerly pick up her foot and
open her mouth. Sister Ann couldn't help it as she moaned deeply,
"O-O-O-O-H-H-H-H," when she felt Ms. Tarp's mouth encompass all her toes.

Sister Ann's vagina twitched as Ms. Tarp's tongue slithered between each
toe, surrounding them, circling them, bathing them. She was experiencing
something she'd never really felt before. This tremendous sense of arousal
made her whole body tingle and jerk. She began to pant as never before.

Sister Ann was sweating. She could feel her whole body covered in
perspiration and she couldn't see straight anymore. Her vision was blurred
as she puffed to breathe. Ms. Tarp's tongue, as it danced between her toes
and along her foot, was sending electric shocks into her vagina and she was
beginning to drip. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but
relinquished the effort when she felt her leg fall open.

Sister Ann couldn't breath. Short gasps were all she could muster as the
young teacher sucked her toes and kissed her feet. She couldn't take much
more; she thought she might die of a heart attack. Her vagina ached to be
touched and she was losing control of her emotions.

With both hands, Sister Ann sat up quickly, reached down between her legs
and grabbed the young teacher by the hair. She jerked up hard and pulled
her face into her pussy. She ground her hips on the young teachers face and
groaned loudly, "Aaahhhh."

Jenna knew this feeling from her experience with Trisha. She knew that
Sister Ann was going to have an orgasm on her face, but this was totally
different. Jenna wanted this to happen. She WANTED to please her Head
Mistress in any way she could. She helped the process along by sticking out
her tongue and lapping at the soaking pink flesh as it ground on her nose
and mouth.

Sister Ann had finally gone over the edge. She'd held out as long as she
could and she had to release the liquid wall within her. As her body
screamed for release she held on until it peaked and she discharged herself
onto Ms. Tarp's face with a floodgate of cum and a loud scream,
"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

Sister Ann continued to pump and grind her hips reflexively until the
orgasm subsided. Gradually and slowly she was able to breath again. She
released her grip on the young teachers hair and instinctively covered
herself by pushing down her dress. As she lay there and relaxed, her senses
slowly returned.

Eventually Sister Ann was able to open her eyes and locate Ms. Tarp, still
kneeling before her, Jenna's face still glistening with her secretions. She
mustered up the strength to speak and puffed, "Ms. Tarp, I called you in
here to tell you that Judge Landers has arranged a field trip of the court
system for your English class next week." And then she collapsed in her
chair and closed her eyes.

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