Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 07:59:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 32{Jenna}(F/f reluc)[32!_]

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reproduction in fixed form or otherwise, of this story. Copyright (C) 2003.

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 offensive. Descriptions,
scenes, characters and situations are purely fictional and intended solely
for the entertainment of its readers.

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Chapter Thirty Two

Jenna was glad the school year was finally winding to a close. She yearned
for a peaceful summer and hoped Trisha's parents would take her on a nice
long vacation somewhere far far away. The late afternoon sun shone brightly
through her classroom window and warmed her desk. She sighed as she looked
out the window and felt a little sleepy. One more period to go and she
could head home for the night. The day had been pretty quiet since Trisha
had been off on a field trip and as much as she hated to admit it she
almost missed the mean little teen. There was something odd about having
the freedom to do 'normal' things for a change. It felt strange. She felt
strange.

Jenna shuddered when she recalled the events of the night before. When
Trisha made her strip and walk down that dark scary street it frightened
her. And then when those horrible teenage girls did what they did to her,
"Oh!" she gasped. She never wanted to go back there again.

Jenna straightened her wig and crossed her legs. The recurring memory of
walking down that darkening street and stripping kept spinning in Jenna's
mind. She wondered what she must have looked like. "Certainly that bum
thought I looked good", she mused to herself with a grin.

Tiny tingles electrified Jenna's skin when she closed her eyes and pictured
herself naked in the park and "oh, those girls," she moaned softly, "those
awful girls." Jenna wasn't ready to admit it just yet, but there was
something very exhilarating about that night. Being 'taken' in the park
that way was...Jenna paused and opened her eyes. She shook her head,
disbelieving that she was even thinking like this. What had gotten into
her?

She got up and puttered around her classroom attempting to clear her mind
of such thoughts. It appalled her to think for one minute that the dreadful
events of the night before were somehow...dare she say, exciting? Jenna
shuddered at the thought, yet there it was, plain as day.

Overhead the loudspeaker bellowed, "Ms. Tarp, come to the office for a
telephone call, Ms. Tarp, telephone call in the office. Thank you."

Jenna tugged at her tiny skirt and straightened her tube top that barely
held her large breasts and did nothing to cover her awful tattoo. With her
four-inch pumps loudly clicking in the barren hallway, Jenna made her way
toward the office. "I wonder who's calling me here at the school?" Jenna
wasn't used to such disturbances and her curiosity was killing her. Who and
why someone would call her during the school day was highly unusual and her
anticipation grew into anxiety and she didn't even know why.

As she entered the school office the secretary just thumbed to the phone
sitting on the desk. Alone in the office except for the secretary, Jenna
felt an overwhelming urge to keep her voice down as she answered, "Uh,
h-hello?"

"Jenna Tarp?" asked the female voice on the other end.

Feeling somewhat nervous that this person knew her name and Jenna didn't
know hers, she reluctantly replied, "Uh, y-yes, this is Jenna."

"Hello Jenna. I know you don't know me," began the assertive sounding
teenage voice, "but I know you."

Jenna felt a twinge of anxiety flash through her body. Her skin broke out
in a thin layer of sweat as numerous possibilities bounced around in her
head. Being 'known' by someone else could mean so many dangerous
things. Her job, her career, her reputation could all be at stake. What'd
it all mean?

The voice began again, "I have a business card with your name on it. Do you
know what business card I'm talking about?"

Jenna's heart sank. She felt flush and faint. "Oh my gawd," she gasped to
herself, "those CARDS!"

The long pause caused the caller to repeat, "Ms. Tarp, do you know what
cards I'm talking about?"

Jenna blinked repeatedly to clear her mind. Her mouth felt dry and she
found it hard to swallow. She knew she had to reply but what should she
say? Should she deny any knowledge? If she did and the caller really knew
about her, what would the caller do? Did she know Trisha? Had she seen her
get her haircut, her tattoo's, her body wax or had she seen her perform one
of the numerous sick and depraved things that Trisha had made her do
somewhere?

Jenna's mind clogged with the possibilities. Despite her confusion she
blindly choked out the words, "Y-yes, I know the card."

"Is it yours?" asked the caller.

"Y-yes," Jenna stammered at the awful admission.

"Is it true what it says here? That you're a lesbian teacher at
St. Monica's School for Girls and your motto is: "Have tongue, will grovel"
and that you will service for free and Party's are welcome?"

Jenna had no idea that when Trisha had made her walk the street and strip,
she had secretly littered the street with those awful business cards,
too. Jenna had no way of knowing that those girls had stumbled upon her
trail of cards and clothes and just put two and two together.

Giddiness weaved into the caller's voice when she heard Jenna's
admission. Jenna heard the mouthpiece get muffled with a hand and mumbling
take place on the other end. Although she couldn't make out what was being
said, Jenna could definitely tell that the voices were excited. It was as
if her admission had been like hitting the jackpot for the caller on the
other end.

"Do you have a pen and paper?" came the urgent sounding voice.

Jenna looked around the desk and gathered up the necessary tools. An
anxious grimace on her face she replied, "Yes, I have them."

"Take down this address," instructed the caller as she detailed a time and
place where Jenna was to meet her. "Be there and be ON TIME!"

Jenna was mortified. She didn't know what to do or say. Meeting some
stranger was scary enough, but Jenna knew the general vicinity of this
address and it was near that terrible park from the night before.

"Did you hear? Be ON TIME, slut!" asserted the young sounding voice.

Instinctively Jenna replied, "Okay, I'll be on time." Jenna's heart pounded
with anticipation. To make this time she'd have to leave right after
school.

When Jenna's last class let out for the day, she gathered her things and
scurried to her car. Thankfully she hadn't encountered Trisha or any of her
friends and she actually stood a shot at making the designated time.

As she headed toward the address, the warm afternoon sun did little to help
cool her nervousness. Jenna's pulse quickened when she realized she
wouldn't have time to change. "Oh no," she said aloud as she steered her
car through the old part of town. She leaned forward hoping no one would
look in at her. Wearing only two narrow tubes for clothing was risky. She
knew that neither one of them did very much to cover her no matter how she
tried to adjust them.

She rolled to a stop at a stop sign on a street that looked strangely
familiar. She glanced left and right, reading street signs and verifying
addresses. She was on the right street and getting very close to her
destination. She could see the street ended about four blocks ahead and
that's when it hit her. This was the same street Trisha had made her strip
on!

A cold sweat covered her skin as she slowly glided her car closer to the
park. She kept scanning the deserted looking warehouses for addresses as
she got closer and closer. She stopped her car when the addresses
matched. She was at the exact spot Trisha had dropped her off and made her
begin her humiliating strip tease into the park.

Jenna looked around as she cautiously opened her door. Fortunately the
street was deserted. She slid her legs out together and slowly stood. She
kept tugging at her narrow tube skirt pulling it down to cover her bald
pussy, yet not down too far as to show too much of her ass. It was a
balancing act she had grown accustomed to performing.

Jenna looked up at the old brick building with the address in stone above
the door. It looked like this place must be an apartment complex for
homeless people or something. As she tentatively walked up the steps to the
front door she took one last look up and down the street.

Blinking at the afternoon sun as it began to set behind the park off in the
distance, Jenna saw a small group of ten or so young girls emerge from the
park entrance. She saw them emphatically pointing in her direction and then
take off running toward her.

Scared and frightened of a repeat of the other night, Jenna frantically
twisted the knob on the door and pushed her way in. Stairs greeted her and
she didn't know which way to run. "Upstairs, downstairs," she panicked in
her mind. Jenna scampered down the stairs of the old building. When she hit
the landing at the bottom, a large corridor opened to a dirty, noisy boiler
room. Jenna quickly scanned the area, which was filled with nasty old pipes
overhead and along the walls and smelled musty like urine and mold. She
knew rats probably ran rampant in there and she cursed her decision to go
'down' and not 'up'.

The lighting was horrible, too. She groped her way along a wall and hoped
she wouldn't 'touch' anything. Hissing pipes and noisy generators
camouflaged her clacking heels. Jenna turned into a small opening that she
hoped would lead to a good hiding place.

Panic at not knowing which way the gang went motivated Jenna to hurry. She
slipped behind another large piece of machinery that stood between her and
another hallway. The hallway beyond had several doorways lining each side
and Jenna hoped she could find one open or better yet, maybe someone to
help her. As she took a step toward the hall, her heel sank into the floor.

Jenna froze and looked down, "Dammit!" she said aloud when she saw the
large metal grate beneath her. Her heel was jammed tightly in the grate and
it wasn't coming out! Jenna struggled for several seconds but it seemed
like minutes. Fear of getting caught by the group of girls was filled her
mind with panic. She wasn't thinking clearly and didn't know what to
do. She repeatedly pulled up on her foot but it wasn't coming out.

Meanwhile the gang of girls entered the building. Huffing and puffing at
just having sprinted for two blocks they asked each other where they
thought their prey had gone.

"Well," puffed one girl, "if she went down there, she can stay there. I'm
not going down there."

The other girls nodded their agreement and scampered upstairs hoping the
young teacher had gone there. The girls all knew the old janitor who ran
the building was as tough a 'woman', if you could call her a 'woman', as
any of them had ever seen. They'd seen her beat up two homeless guys once
and finish them off by grinding her meaty pussy in their faces. Those two
guys were never heard from again after that.

Streams of hissing steam and rattling motors masked Jenna's squeals and
grunts as she yanked up on her foot. She felt trapped and her mind went
blank. Logical solutions to her temporary entrapment never entered her
mind.

The dimly lit hallway just a few feet in front of her framed Jenna's tiny
slim silhouette. Her large breasts uniformly bounced with each lunging tug
on her foot. The heat and humidity in the room was beginning to show itself
as a thin layer of sweat on Jenna's skin.

When the door at the end of the hallway opened, Jenna froze. From the
darkness emerged a solid lumpy frame. "Oh NO!" she panicked in her
mind. The rumpled dumpy old man hadn't seen her yet and the tiny teacher
didn't know what to do. She was trapped.

As the husky figure grew closer, Jenna saw the tall, thick-armed man reach
in the back of his overalls and pull out a handkerchief and loudly blow his
nose. Jenna secretly prayed she'd become invisible. She did her best to
cover herself and not move. But it was all for naught.

When the old man stepped past the last light bulb overhead, he
stopped. Jamming the hanky back in his pocket a smile creased his lips and
Jenna shuddered.

"Please," screamed Jenna over the loud grinding motors, "I'm stuck. Can you
help me?" Jenna hoped her predicament would get her some sympathy from the
old janitor as he moved a bit closer as if not believing his eyes.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" chuckled the gruff sounding voice.

"I'm lost and I got my shoe stuck. Please help me. Please!" Jenna
pleaded. She hoped upon hope that the old man wouldn't molest her, but
there was something strange in his eyes that made Jenna's discomfort rise
faster than her panic.

When the janitor stood over the hunching teacher, Jenna suddenly realized
that it wasn't a man after all but a WOMAN! The husky janitor was a large
framed woman who could have easily passed for a man, she thought to
herself. She was tall, very tall for a woman, nearly six foot and she was
big and strong, not fat but strong and muscular. Jenna noticed her big
thick hands were calloused and hard looking. The woman's arms were thick
and muscular, too. Her waist wasn't that thin, but it wasn't fat
either. The woman was just plain big. Her short-cropped blonde hair was
frazzled and dirty and framed her thick sweaty face. Jenna could see this
woman had worked her entire life in a place like this and it was her
comfort zone. The dirty bib overalls hung from her t-shirt covered chest
and upper body. Deep down Jenna knew this woman could crush her like a
grape if she wanted to.

The old janitor leered at the near naked prize trapped like a small animal
in a snare. She could sense the young woman's fear and she fed on it. The
young woman's huge milky white tits heaved with anxiety. The girls' skin
was covered in a thin layer of sweat and glistened and beckoned to be
touched. The janitor's knowledge that the two of them were alone in this
dark, dank, noisy place was exciting. She knew that rarely, if at all, did
anyone venture down there and certainly no one like this tiny little piece
of pussy, that was for sure. She glanced around to see if the girl was
alone and she asked, "You alone down here, girlie?"

Jenna wanted to say 'no', but she couldn't stop her head from sheepishly
nodding, "yes".

The janitor couldn't believe her luck. She straightened a bit, which made
her seem even more imposing. "Really?" she mused. Seeing that the young
woman was barely clad in clothing she asked, "Where's your clothes, girlie?
Don't tell me you run around like that all day."

Jenna was afraid and she found herself blindly answering the woman's
questions with utmost honesty, "Y-yes, this is my prescribed uniform," she
blurted out without thinking.

"Prescribed uniform," huffed the janitor, "prescribed by whom?"

Jenna instantly knew the woman was educated and she respected her for
it. She began to explain Trisha's instructions and said, "By my..." then
Jenna paused. She didn't know how to describe her relationship with
Trisha. As she tugged at her shoe, she looked up at the large hulking frame
and into the woman's deep set eyes. Jenna felt stupid saying that Trisha, a
young teenage girl was in charge of her, especially to a big domineering
woman like this. She realized the best way to describe her relationship was
to let the woman read her breasts. Reluctantly Jenna dropped her arms, drew
her shoulders back and pushed her tits outward.

Reading the small woman's tattoo on her huge soft buxom breasts, the woman
asked, "Who the Hell is Trisha?"

Embarrassed but backed into a corner, Jenna looked down and meekly replied,
"She's one of my students at St. Monica's." Jenna felt ashamed and
humiliated.

"A STUDENT?!" laughed the janitor loudly. "Kee-rist!" she exclaimed as she
grabbed Jenna's tube top and yanked it over the unsuspecting girls head.

"OOH!" Jenna squealed as her tits bounced with freedom. She tried to cover
her bulging breasts with her hands and arms, but it was useless. Her tits
were just too large to cover effectively and she knew it.

The janitor tossed the tiny elastic top over her shoulder. She glared at
the small quivering girl's blinking eyes as she desperately tried to cover
herself. With her big thick hand she grabbed both of Jenna's wrist and
jerked them over her head.

Jenna gasped out loud, "OH!" as her arms were pulled overhead. Her breath
quickened and her nipples hardened when she was forced to stand topless in
front of this large hulking woman. "Please," Jenna sniffled, "p-please
don't hurt me."

"Hurt you?" chuckled the woman, "I'm not gonna hurt you." With her other
hand she fully grabbed Jenna's tits. She massaged them openly, working the
thin layer of sweat into the young woman's skin.

Jenna squirmed as the strong calloused hand massaged her tits. No one's
hand had ever been able to fully encompass her breasts before and it sent
wild sensations through Jenna. Feeling the woman's calloused palm scrape
against her nipples sent shivers up her spine. She squirmed and wiggled
like a belly dancer under the woman's grasp.

Jenna's movements heightened the janitor's arousal and convinced her that
the little whore welcomed her blatant intrusion. "You like this don't you?"

Jenna's mind was clouding fast. Strange bursts of arousal pulsed into her
loin each time the woman's thick hand squeezed and groped her tits. She was
beginning to feel weak and it worried her. Her eyes kept closing and her
breathing quickened.

The janitor sensed Jenna's inability or unwillingness to struggle much. She
reached in her back pocket and pulled out a roll of duct tape. Using her
tooth to start a strip, she quickly wrapped it around Jenna's wrists and
threw it up over a pipe overhead. She yanked down hard and pulled the young
girls wrists firmly overhead, effectively stretching her tightly. The noisy
machinery muffled Jenna's pleas and gave the janitor all the more cause to
continue.

With the young woman secured overhead to the pipe and one foot still wedged
in the grate below, the janitor knelt down and took hold of Jenna's loose
foot and spread her foot to the side and then pushed her heel deeply into
the grate.

Jenna was spread-eagled and trapped. Still reeling from the janitor's
manipulations of her breasts, Jenna only whimpered her disapproval.

Eyeing her helpless prize the janitor reached out with both hands and
cupped the young woman's breasts in both hands. She lifted them and flicked
at her hardened nipples with her thumbs before leaning down and sucking on
them like they were the last pair of luscious tits on earth. She bathed the
girls' tits with her tongue and lips, tugging and sucking on the large
swollen nipples with reckless abandon.

Jenna could only whimper. She hung from the pipe overhead and the most she
could do was twist a little. Each time she did, all she managed to do was
push the other nipple into the janitors' hot mouth. The coarseness of the
janitors' tongue as it scraped Jenna's sensitive nipple sent continuous
twitches to her moistening slit.

Being so helpless made Jenna feel strange. It was scary, but the woman's
gestures weren't aggressive or hurtful. The way she caressed her breasts
and suckled her nipples sent shivers up Jenna's spine. A trickle of sweat
squished between her ass cheeks as she squirmed.

The janitor ran her big hands under Jenna's arms and lifted her a little as
she ran her tongue from one breast to the other. Gently, yet firmly she
squeezed the young woman's sides as she slowly ran her hands to her
hips. Hearing the young woman squeal and pant when she rubbed the girls
taut stomach with her flat palm, inspired the janitor to continue.

Firmly she dipped her thick fingertips into the waistband of the young
woman's skirt and pushed down. The elastic material easily gave way. The
janitor felt the hairless mound push against her palm as she cupped and
squeezed the tiny mound.

Jenna could only moan as the wide palm gently held her pussy and
squeezed. The janitor's fingertips pressed against her anus, while her
thumb rested above her pubic area. Firm squeezes sent copious amounts of
fluid into Jenna's pussy, despite her inner desires to not show signs of
arousal.

With one hand working over Jenna's tits and the other dipped in her skirt
and gently massaging the young woman's swollen mound, the janitor ran her
tongue up to Jenna's neck. When the young woman groaned loudly and tilted
her head so as to give her better access, the janitor knew she had her.

Using two fingers in alternating fashion, the janitor massaged the girls'
oozing slit. Hearing her heavy pants and feeling her hips push toward her
hand, she slipped a thick digit into the waiting hole.

"OOOOOHHHHHH," Jenna moaned loudly as the janitors' finger pushed inside
her. She tightened her abdomen and tilted her hips on the woman's
hand. Jenna couldn't help herself. All the woman's manipulations were
driving her mad. Being bound as she were and finger fucked while her tits
were sucked and her neck licked was more than the young teacher could
endure. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH," she groaned as two thick fingers pushed into
her wanton slit. Jenna thrust her hips forward and tried to grind her pussy
on the woman's hand.

The janitor bit down hard on Jenna's neck and heard the young woman squeal
with delight. The girl started bucking her hips on her fingers and she
responded by fucking her harder and faster. Her hand was coated with
slippery girl juice, which told the janitor all she needed to know.

"You like this don't you whore?" the janitor breathed into Jenna's ear.

Jenna was beyond herself. Not only did she need to cum, but she WANTED to
cum. She wanted this big, husky, disgusting woman to MAKE her cum. "YES!"
she cried aloud, "I love it! Make me cum, PLEASE!" Jenna begged.

Before she knew it, the janitor had cut off her skirt with a razor
blade. She was naked and duct taped to a pipe overhead and the heels of her
shoes secured her feet. This hulk of a woman was now between her legs and
sucking on her pussy. Jenna was cumming in buckets and she couldn't stop.

Gushes of girl cum squirted from the young woman's pussy. The janitor
sucked and lapped at it all. Her thick tongue darted in and out of the
young woman's pussy and licked upward in long strokes that scraped across
the girls swollen clit. She gripped the girls' ass cheeks tightly and
squeezed them together as she pulled the bucking girls hips into her mouth.

Each time Jenna came, she looked down at the woman's face and squeezed her
cunt forcing liquid from her loin. She was performing one of the most
disgusting acts in her life. A sick pleasure rocketed through her soul as
Jenna grit her teeth and bore down to expel girl cum into this woman's
mouth. She was deriving actual pleasure by forcefully cumming into another
woman's mouth. Jenna didn't understand it, but it felt powerful.

Gripping at the tape securing her hands, Jenna moaned and groaned as she
reached yet another orgasm. The sweaty heat from this dirty depraved act
was intoxicating. Jenna thrust her hips forward, looked down at the filthy
janitor nestled neatly between her legs and squeezed her loin again. Still
more girl cum jetted from her pussy as the lewdness of her act threw her
over the edge again.

Jenna had just done something she had never done before. She came because
she WANTED to cum. And it felt WONDERFUL. Her pussy throbbed with the after
effects of an awesome orgasm and she went limp as she twisted under the
pipe.

The janitor felt the girl's pussy stop quivering and she knew the young
girl was spent. She ripped the tape and caught the passed out girl as her
bonds were released. She draped the naked young woman over her shoulder and
easily pulled her feet free from her shoes. With the naked young woman over
her shoulder she stood and patted her naked ass like a trophy.

The janitor took Jenna into her room at the end of the hall. She laid the
young woman down in her bed covered in filthy sheets and covered her. Jenna
slept for hours.

Wakened by the smell of food, Jenna groggily tried to make sense of her
surroundings. She was naked and in a strange bed. Through the doorway, she
saw the disgusting janitor stirring something on the stove. Things became
clear immediately.

Jenna wrapped herself in the dirty sheet and went into the kitchen. "What
are you making?" she asked shyly.

"Chile," replied the old janitor. Knowing that as much as she'd like to
hold this perfect little whore against her will forever, it was impractical
not to mention illegal. "If you want to leave, I'll let you if you do one
thing for me first."

Jenna felt a sudden empowerment like she'd never felt before. Trisha had
NEVER asked her for anything, she always TOLD her what to do. It was
strange being asked and Jenna didn't quite know how to react. "What do you
want?" asked Jenna, not quite sure even how to 'ask'.

"Will you sit on my face and fuck me?" asked the janitor almost
apologetically.

A twinge of excitement rushed into Jenna's pussy like never before. This
woman ASKED if she would sit on her face and face fuck her! It didn't make
sense. This woman could easily FORCE Jenna to do whatever she wanted, but
she didn't. She ASKED Jenna if she'd do it for her. Jenna swelled
inside. She dropped her sheet and let the large woman stare at her near
perfect nakedness.

Jenna gushed as the woman's eyes roamed her body and filled with lust. "Do
you want me?" Jenna teased. "Do you want me to sit on your face and rub
myself on you?" Jenna nearly creamed her thighs at her own words. She'd
never talked to anyone like that before in her LIFE! Yet seeing this
woman's face practically pleading with her to do it was empowering.

Jenna placed her hands on her hips and swung her hips seductively from
side-to-side and asked again, "Do you want me to sit on your face?"

The janitor was beside herself with arousal. The excitement was
intoxicating. She swooned as she pictured herself on her back and the
perfect little pussy grinding on her face. The eroticism was
overwhelming. "Yes," she exhaled, "oh gawd, YES! Please sit on my face my
little Goddess, PLEASE!"

Jenna almost came at hearing those words. No one had EVER called her a
Goddess before and with such pleading sincerity, too. Seeing that this
older, larger, stronger, more aggressive woman wanted her in ways no one
else had sent shivers of arousal into Jenna like never before. Jenna's
thighs dripped with her arousal. Thoughts of telling this woman to lie on
her back raced through Jenna's mind. Dare she? Dare she TELL her to do
something?

Jenna's pussy flooded with excitement. Her mind reeled with
possibilities. Without the ability to think clearly anymore she ordered,
"Lie on your back." A heady sense of power clouded Jenna's mind. She was
doing something she'd NEVER done before.

Seeing the old janitor scramble to her back and lie there passively nearly
sent Jenna over the edge. Her heart raced at her newfound power and she
straddled to old woman's head and looked down. Lewdly and unashamedly Jenna
reached between her legs and openly massaged her sopping wet pussy, "You
want this?" she breathed as best she could.

"YES! PLEASE!" begged the prone janitor.

Jenna was beside herself. It was as if she were having an out-of-body
experience. She massaged her pussy with one while she tugged and pulled at
a nipple with the other. Her disgusting display of open masturbation as she
stood over this woman was driving her over the edge. Jenna lifted her huge
breast to her mouth and sucked on her nipple as she looked down into the
janitor's eyes.

"PLEASE! OH GAWD, PLEASE SIT ON MY FACE!" begged the woman, "PLEASE!!"

Jenna's power was unmistakable. Hearing this woman beg for her pussy caused
her to gush even more. Her hand was coated in her sloppy goodness and the
thought of actively and willingly participating in a lesbian act was too
much for Jenna. She squatted down and jammed her pussy on the woman's
mouth.

Both women eagerly did their thing. The janitor licked and sucked on
Jenna's pussy like it was the last one on earth and Jenna ground her pussy
and asshole on the woman's face like the janitor was the worst slut in the
world.

Jenna came in seconds. Her pussy convulsed and twitched as it expelled girl
cum like never before. She groaned loudly, "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" as she
ground her pussy on the woman's mouth, nose and chin. Her anus tightened
and relaxed in unison with her pussy.

Sweat droplets dribbled down her stomach and ass crack and mixed with her
girl cum to create a tonic so intoxicating that the janitor almost came
herself. Squeezing the tiny girls thighs and hips with her powerful hands,
the janitor licked and sucked on the smallish pussy until it was almost
dry.

When Jenna's tiny anus stopped twitching and her orgasm subsided, she
climbed off the woman's glistening face and wrapped herself in a
towel. Jenna looked down at the large pleasured woman and said, "Take me
home now, won't you?"

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