Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2001 10:40:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 7

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2001. This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic
descriptions of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females
with minor females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The
religious backdrop and sometimes-violent content may also be
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Chapter Seven

Jenna woke from a deep sleep, still sore, tired and drained. Her first day
of school had been worse than any nightmare she could have imagined. She
was determined not to have a repeat of yesterday's events, especially last
night's. She still questioned how she could have let all those terrible
things happen to her.

As she shook the cobwebs from her confused mind, she felt an increasing
resolve to have a better day today. She reminded herself of her position
within the school, a teacher, and that she was the one who was in charge of
her classes, not the children. She was the one who had control, not the
children. She felt herself becoming more erect as her confidence built. She
was the proud woman who had graduated college with honors and who had
landed her first teaching job at a well-respected Catholic girl's school in
her neighborhood. She was the one who was hired because of her skills and
potential and she would be damned if anyone was going to take that away.

She stood before the mirror and admired her frame. Hands on her hips, she
turned from side-to-side, proudly viewing her excellent physique. She
showered quickly and dressed in a new uniform. "Oh no," she remembered, "I
can't wear undergarments." She felt her stomach tighten briefly and then
she reminded herself of just who she was - the teacher. She stepped into
her pumps, grabbed her papers and spare car keys and headed off to school.

The cool crisp air of the early fall morning aided her awakening senses as
she briskly walked through the neighborhood. The smell of freshly fallen
leaves, mixed with early morning dew and foggy dampness of fall heightened
her awareness of her beautiful rural surroundings. She was glad she lived
in such a lovely Midwestern area. The people were so nice, especially the
children.

As she arrived at school, a few parents were beginning to drop their
children off already as she entered the ivy-covered building. Her high
heels noisily clicked they're way through the vacant hallway as she made
her way to her English classroom. Once inside, she arranged her papers on
her desk and got prepared for the first class. She felt her anxiety build
as the clock slowly ticked toward the opening bell time and she had to keep
reminding herself of just who she was.

Jenna jumped when the first bell rang signaling the children had five
minutes to get to class. She squirmed in her chair as the children began to
noisily file in and take their seats. Jenna's heart skipped a beat when she
saw Trisha enter the classroom. A lump in her throat made it hard to
swallow and she suddenly felt dry-mouthed.

Where had her confidence gone? The mental flashbacks of the prior day's
events were rolling through her brain so fast, she felt she was watching
them on a movie screen in her mind. She heard herself gasp when she
remembered being forced to eat Trisha's pussy in the hallway and how scared
she was for her safety. A cold sweat formed in the palms of her hands and
around her scalp. She felt herself becoming pale as she sat there recanting
the whole ugly scene.

When the second bell rang she shakily stood up and signaled the girls to
settle down, which they did. Jenna let out a sigh of relief as her second
day had begun seemingly without a hitch. She tried to relax and compose
herself as she tried to rid her mind of the horrible actions of the day
before.

Unsteadily she picked up some papers in an effort to begin the class. As
she fumbled with the papers trying to collect her thoughts, she suddenly
felt uncomfortable with her self. Once again, she was wearing the
prescribed uniform of the school, which was a blouse and skirt and NO
undergarments. She felt strangely naked and exposed in front the class and
she didn't like the feeling. Her large breasts hung freely from her chest
as she shuffled papers around. She could feel her nipples rubbing against
the sheer material of her blouse, acting like a constant reminder of her
current state of undress.

Jenna's mind wandered again as she wondered what she must look like to the
class, dressed like that. Her skirt was way shorter than the ones the girls
had to wear, which caused her to have to always be aware of her
position. She couldn't bend over too far or separate her knees while
sitting. She hated that she had to be on guard so much.

She faced the class, smiled weakly and sat behind her desk. The cool
plastic of her chair sent shivers up her spine as her thighs came in
contact with it. As she settled upon it, she felt the coolness touch her
pussy lips, which reinforced the fact that her short skirt barely covered
her buttocks and did little to protect her ass cheeks from the cold, not to
mention view. She felt her nipples harden as goose bumps covered her skin.

Several of the girls noticed the quick change in Ms. Tarp, especially her
nipples. They could clearly see them through the sheerness of the
blouse. Most of the girls appreciated her large aureoles and pointy
nipples, while others did not.

Trisha saw the quick change too and she got angry. She felt that Ms. Tarp
was intentionally trying to entice other girls in the class by acting
sexually seductive and it was obvious to her that Ms. Tarp was becoming
aroused by the idea because her nipples were getting hard. As she sat there
brewing, Trisha became more and more angry. She kept dwelling on the idea
that Ms. Tarp didn't seem to understand that she owned her now. "I guess
she didn't get the message yesterday," she told herself. "Well that's
fine," she grumbled to herself, "I guess I'll just have to make sure my
message is understood."

Trisha hated most of her teachers throughout the years and it was this year
that she decided she was going to take control of any new ones, so Ms. Tarp
was it. Trisha felt her blood pressure rising as she sat there reaching a
boiling point. She tried to think of ways she could humiliate her new
teacher in front of the class, her mind racing quickly now. Trisha was
determined to have Ms. Tarp perform humiliating acts in front of the other
girls. She was going to have to teach the new teacher slut just who was in
control here.

As Jenna paused for a moment hoping to catch her breath as the cold plastic
chair slowly warmed, she placed her arms flatly against the tabletop in
front of her as if bracing herself. She closed her eyes briefly as she
inhaled deeply through her nose and opened her eyes.

She froze in place when she saw Trisha start to stand up.

Trisha had had enough of her teacher's seductive behavior. She had to set
things straight - right now. She marched from her desk in the back of the
room straight toward her new young teacher, positioned behind her desk like
Lincoln in the Lincoln Memorial.

Jenna didn't know what to do. Her panic paralyzed her. She could see the
look of anger on Trisha's face and she was petrified. "What does she want?"
her mind screamed, "What should I do? Should I stop her? Ask her what she's
doing? If I do, what WILL she do?" Jenna's mind filled with questions and
before she knew it, Trisha stood beside her and had the hair on the back of
her head in a tight-fisted grasp pulling backward.

Jenna winced and gasped at the pain, but didn't move. Her wide-eyed,
open-mouthed expression said it all. She was afraid of Trisha and Trisha
had complete control of her. Jenna could see the rest of the girls in class
were shocked, too. The look in their eyes were mixed. Some were excited and
waiting to see what was going to happen next, while others were afraid, but
all of them leaned forward in their desks and watched. Jenna couldn't
believe what was happening.

Trisha announced to the class as she held her teachers hair tightly, "I
told you all yesterday that I was in charge here. And apparently our little
teacher here," she said jerking her hair repeatedly for emphasis, "didn't
get the message, did you teach?"

Jenna didn't know what to say. Admitting that Trisha was in charge seemed
totally wrong, but what could she do? If she resisted, Trisha and her evil
friends would get her again, she was sure of it. Panic set in as she
struggled to answer. Jenna felt tears welling up in her eyes as the
realization that she was about to let a 13 year-old girl humiliate her in
front of the whole class set in. She felt helpless to fight back and her
mind, clouded by fear, struggled to formulate words. Why couldn't she move?
Why couldn't she fight back? This was a 13-year-old girl and she was 22.

Feeling her fear grip her innermost soul, Jenna began to cry and she knew
she was too afraid to do anything.

Trisha looked down at the blubbering teacher and mocked her for crying. The
class giggled at her taunts and a few joined in on their own.

"Cry teacher, cry," one student said in a whiny sarcastic tone.

"Baby, baby, baby," another sang.

"What a pussy," chided yet another.

The language shocked Jenna and she felt even worse and cried even harder.
Trisha reached down with her free hand and stuck it down the teachers'
blouse and groped and kneaded her breast.

Jenna, tears rolling down her cheeks, sat motionless as the young teen
massaged her breast while the class looked on. Things were getting worse by
the second. Here she was a new teacher with her new class during the first
period of the second day and she was allowing herself to be molested by a
student while the class watched. The whole thing was her fault. She'd let
things progress this far and now she couldn't stop it.

As she scolded herself for being dumb, she didn't even realize that Trisha
had unbuttoned her blouse until she felt it being pulled from her
waistband.

Trisha let go of her teacher's hair and stepped behind the petite young
woman. She reached over her shoulders and slowly unbuttoned the last button
and held the blouse in each hand.

Jenna knew what was coming next and tried to snivel out a protest, "Please,
--don't - no..." Still paralyzed with fear and now humiliation, Jenna gasp
as the material slowly came open exposing her perfect orb's and allowing
cool air to sweep past her breasts. The girls' cold, damp fingers slid
across her skin causing Jenna's nipples to harden.

Everyone in the class believed Jenna liked what was happening to her. If
she didn't, then why would she just sit there? She hadn't moved since
Trisha approached her and she just sat there as Trisha massaged her breast
and then opened her blouse. The class was totally engrossed by what was
happening. Heads bobbed side-to-side to get a better look at their young
teachers' breasts, which were now heaving with perceived excitement.

Jenna's crying ceased when her breasts became visible to the class. She
wanted to cover herself, but she couldn't. She just sat there, staring back
at the class, as Trisha pulled the blouse over her shoulders, behind her
back and down to her elbows, effectively pinning her arms at her sides. She
didn't know what to do. It was as though she was tied up and couldn't move.

Trisha watched as Ms. Tarp's face wrinkled as she winced when, once again
when Trisha grabbed her by the hair. "Stand up, teach," Trisha ordered as
she pulled up on the hair.

Jenna pushed herself back from the table and felt tears begin to
swell. "P-please," she begged under her breath, "please don't make me do
this."

Her plea fell on deaf ears. Trisha wanted no part of her begging. She
pulled up hard on her teachers' hair until the shorter figure stood
erect. She looked down at her teacher and noted that Ms. Tarp was still
trapping her blouse against her back. "Let's get rid of this," Trisha said
as yanked the garment off her arms, leaving the young teacher topless.

Jenna was mortified. She looked down as her bottom lip quivered and tears
rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto her breasts. She stood in front of
her class, ashamed and humiliated. She wanted to run away, but
couldn't. The teenager had hold of her hair. All she could do now was stand
there and let the class ogle her as she wept like a baby.

"Oh, look at the little baby crying," one girl teased.

"Wah...wah," mocked another girl mimicking a baby's cry.

"Take off your skirt, Ms. Tarp. Let's get a good look at you," ordered
Trisha.

Jenna's heart sank like a rock. She felt faint as she processed the
request. Without much thinking, her mind fogged with her humiliation, she
slowly began to unfasten her skirt. She was blindly following Trisha's
command, while trying to somehow come to grips with its implication. She
didn't even really feel the skirt as it dropped on her feet.

Trisha was taking great pleasure in humiliating her young teacher in front
of her classmates. She was wetter than she'd ever been before without
touching herself. This was better than her best fantasy. She was exhibiting
absolute control over a teacher at school in the teacher's own
classroom. She had stripped her naked and was now putting her on display
for the whole class to see. "Turn around, teach. Show everyone see that
fine ass of yours."

Jenna's mind was in a complete fog. She could barely comprehend her
environment. Her vision was blurred by tears and constricted by tunnel
vision. Her ears rang as her blood pressure rose and drowned out nearly all
sounds. Her world slowed to a surreal pace and she felt like things were
moving in slow motion. As she slowly spun around, displaying her backside
to the class, she watched the eager faces of the girls, smile and laugh at
her. Jenna felt like she was in a dream. The voices of the children, as
they laughed and taunted her, became long drawn out verbiage that didn't
make sense.

Suddenly it all changed. She was snapped back into reality when she felt a
sharp pain on her butt cheek. Trisha had spanked her. Her cheek stung as
blood rushed to the wounded area in the form of a hand print and her mind
became sharp again.

"You've been a naughty little teacher today, haven't you, Ms. Tarp,"
ridiculed Trisha as she turned the young teacher around by her hair,
displaying her like furniture.

Jenna didn't know if Trisha expected an answer, so she opted to stay
quiet. She tried to cover her breasts as Trisha faced her to the class, but
Trisha gently pushed her hands down to her sides as she smirked and shook
her head 'no', like, 'I don't think so'.

"You look really good today, teach," jeered Trisha as she reached down with
her free hand and touched the young woman's neck.

Jenna froze at the young girl's touch. Her cold fingers caused Jenna to
become covered in goose bumps and her nipples to harden again. The whole
room gasped in anticipation as Trisha slowly ran her icy fingers down the
young teacher's breastbone and encircled a breast.

Trisha grabbed the base of her teacher's breast and milked it outwardly,
ending with a tweak on her nipple.

This caused Jenna to shudder in a way she didn't think was possible right
then. I mean, here she was, being held by the hair by a 13-year-old student
who forced her to be naked in front of the whole class. 'No', that's wrong,
she told herself. She wasn't forced to do anything. She allowed it to
happen. Just like she was allowing these feelings of arousal to creep into
her mind. Feeling Trisha milk her breast like that was causing her to feel
a deviant sense of arousal and she wasn't able to control it. She felt
herself exhale a deep sigh as she closed her eyes momentarily allowing
herself to be whisked away by the moment.

A silence fell over the room as the class of young teenage girls held their
collective breath as they watched Trisha's hand slide off the teachers'
breast and onto her stomach.

Jenna felt like her breath was being stolen and she gasped repeatedly as
her spasmodic stomach tightened uncontrollably when she felt Trisha's hand
begin it's slow, seductive decent toward her sex. Unwillingly, Jenna let
out a loud audible gasp as Trisha's fingers combed through her pubic hair
and cupped her swelling, moistening pussy.

"What's happening here?" Jenna questioned her self in her mind as she felt
her foot ooch it's way to the side a little, allowing Trisha better
access. "Why am I feeling like this? This is sick," she tried reprimanding
to her self. "Why am I allowing this teenager to feel my vagina in front of
the class? I know it feels good, but that's not an excuse," she told
herself. Jenna sensed her feet scoot out a little more.

Trisha believed that her teacher was becoming aroused by her sick
humiliation. She found herself getting more and more aroused as she rubbed
her teacher's pussy as the class watched. She looked at their faces and
sensed their enjoyment, too.

Trisha's rubbing was becoming unbearable. Jenna was unable to hold back the
arousal she was now feeling. She stepped out of her skirt that was trapping
her feet together and spread her feet widely. She closed her eyes not
wanting to see her students' reactions at her sick willingness to let this
girl massage her in front of them. She figured they'd be disgusted and
disappointed and she just didn't want to see that right now. Her arousal
was building and taking control of her emotions and she was beginning to do
things that weren't normal and she didn't even care anymore.

Jenna's breathing quickened, as Trisha's rubbing continued. Her vagina was
so stirred that she felt her wetness begin to leak out. When Trisha stuck
two fingers inside her and separate her lips, Jenna thought she would
explode and let out a loud groan, "O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h."

Trisha used two fingers to hold apart her teachers' pussy lips and used her
middle finger to rub her clit and poke inside periodically. It was obvious
that her teacher was cumming and she wanted her too. She wanted to make her
teacher cum, right in front of her classmates. Trisha wanted her teacher to
do in public, one of the most intimate private things a woman could ever do
- and that was cum. She upped the pace at which she manipulated her clit
and soaking gash, as her teacher became more and more pliable. She stroked
and probed the heated flesh as her teacher moaned and moved her hips.

Trisha let go of her teachers' hair and stepped behind her. She wanted the
class to get a full view as she made her adult teacher expel love juice
from the touch of young teenage girl. Trisha used her other hand to milk
her teachers' breast as she pressed her body close behind.

The class sat there awed at the display of depravity before them. A teacher
had gotten naked in front of them and was now letting a minor teenage girl
masturbate her in front of them and the teacher was enjoying it!

Jenna's head rolled from side-to-side as she built toward climax. She held
each of Trisha's hands as they worked her breast and pussy. She was moaning
loudly now, and she was getting close. When she felt Trisha bite down on
her neck with a sloppy wet kiss, she exploded into
orgasm. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-o-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h-h!"

Trisha had to steady the weakening teacher as she collapsed in her
arms. Trisha turned her around and laid her across the table that acted as
her desk, so that her buttocks and steamy pussy were facing the class. Her
feet barely touched the ground as she lay across the desk. A slight
condensation ring was visible around her body on the tabletop as her heated
flesh slowly began to cool.

The class sat back in their chairs, panting at the show. The room reeked of
sex and was thick with moisture.

Trisha was delighted and so was the class.


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