Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2001 10:39:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 4

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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
offensive. Descriptions, scenes, characters and situations are purely
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Chapter Four

Jenna heard the locker room door fly open with a loud thud. She looked
toward the entrance and saw the female janitor walk in. She was a tall,
large woman with a stocky build and dumpy appearance. There was no way for
Jenna to know that this woman had recently been released from a woman's
prison where she had spent time for a series of minor offenses that the
judge deemed "heading her down the wrong path." The blue jean shirt was
unbuttoned at the top and the rolled up sleeves revealed her thick upper
arms and exposed a tattoo on her right arm that read "Bitch". Her chubby
hand stroked her short-cropped, dirty-blonde hair as she swaggered inside
dragging a cleaning cart behind her. Jenna figured her for a smoker because
of the way she coughed that nasty cough and the yellowing on her fingers.

Jenna, still naked, was scared. She sank down in the office hoping to go
undetected. She secretly watched the woman silently walk by heading towards
the showers. Jenna felt some relief that she wasn't going to come into the
office, but knew she had to get out of there before she did.

Jenna was disgusted by this woman, whom she thought may have been a lesbian
dyke. She shivered at the thought of being touched by someone so
grotesque. Her mind drifted as she had visions of this woman squeezing her
breasts with those thick yellow fingers. She felt herself urp.

Suddenly Jenna was jolted back to reality when she heard, "Well, what have
we got here?" She looked up from her squatted position behind the desk to
see the janitor standing above her. Jenna tried to cover herself completely
by wrapping her arms around her knees and holding them tightly to her
chest. She squeezed her eyes shut hoping to be invisible like she did as a
child. This couldn't be happening she kept telling herself over and over. A
member of the staff had just discovered her naked in the gym office -
during class - and it was by the awful janitor too.

Try as she might to make it go away, the reality of what had just occurred
slowly began to sink in. Jenna felt her breath sucked away with a deep gasp
as she held her breath. What was she going to do? How would she explain her
predicament? What would she tell the janitor she was doing? Jenna's mind
raced a mile a minute, but the seconds seemed like hours as she desperately
contemplated her fate.

"Well, little missy, what are you doing down there?" came the gravely
smokers voice of the janitor from above her. "Why are you naked? Where are
your clothes?" demanded the voice. Jenna shivered with fear, afraid to even
look up.

Jenna grimaced when she felt her hair on the back of her head grabbed in a
tight-fisted clutch and pulled upward. The janitor was standing her up by
her hair. Instinctively Jenna grabbed at the wide wrist with both
hands. She wanted to scream as she stood helplessly in front of the much
larger woman, but fear and humiliation paralyzed her. Jenna barely came to
the janitor's shoulder in height as she held her at arm's length.

Jenna, with her hands still holding onto the woman's wrist attempting to
relieve the pressure on her hair, didn't realize that she was now standing
naked in full view of the prison dyke who's eyes roamed the teachers firm
body. Jenna's preoccupation with the pain on her scalp willingly allowed
the visual intrusion to continue unabated.

Suddenly she realized that the janitor was smiling greedily as she stared
at Jenna's large, firm breasts protruding out in a "touch me" manner
because of her raised arms. Jenna started to drop her arms to cover herself
again when the janitor jerked upward on her hair and firmly said, "Don't".

Jenna didn't know what to do. The woman was so large, so
imposing. Reluctantly she kept her hands above her head and let this woman
stare at her nakedness. Jenna nervously twitched under the taught grasp,
twisting and turning side-to-side trying to escape the woman's lewd glares.

"My," began the janitor, "you're a beautiful young thing. Are those real?"
she asked as she grabbed her right breast and squeezed it hard.

Jenna squealed as the woman's cold fingers squished her breast. She wanted
to drop her hands and cover herself but she feared the woman might hurt
her.

"Wow," the janitor exhaled as she felt the firm mound crush under her
grip. She groped the breast repeatedly causing Jenna to squirm
uncontrollably. She interpreted Jenna's willingness to keep her hands on
her head as a sign that she liked to be dominated and her squirming without
protesting, that she liked it rough. "You like this don't you, you little
slut?" the woman groaned. She was feeling her wetness grow, just like it
had so often while in prison when she'd dominate a new cellmate.

Before Jenna had a chance to respond she felt the woman's mouth totally
cover her own and the woman's long, thick tongue forced it's way into her
mouth and circled around before exiting to a suckle on her lip. The smoky
smell and taste of this woman totally grossed Jenna out, but somehow the
feeling of that large tongue invading her as it did, sent a rush through
her stomach that landed in her loin. She felt her pussy moisten and that
scared her. What was happening to her? Certainly that couldn't be sexual
arousal she had just felt. The whole idea was disgusting, but there was no
denying that she was wet. How could that be? She prayed the brutal janitor
wouldn't find out and misinterpret the moisture for excitement.

The janitor pushed Jenna back against the office wall. The cold tiles
caused her to shiver and her nipples to harden. Jenna felt them get stiff
and fearfully watched as the janitor incorrectly figured she was starting
to enjoy things.

"P-please, don't," pleaded Jenna. "I don't like it," she tried to explain.

"Yeah, right," purred the janitor, "you like it all right," she said as she
pressed herself against Jenna's tender frame. "You like it just fine."

"N-no, I-I don't," Jenna whimpered.

"Oh yes you do," insisted the janitor as she once again leaned into Jenna
and engulfed her mouth in her own and swabbed Jenna's teeth, gums and
tongue with her slithery probing dagger.

Jenna again felt the familiar wetness enter her pussy and her lips begin to
swell. "This can't be happening," she screamed in her mind. But it was
true, the longer the janitor probed her orifice with her tongue the wetter
she became. She was losing control of her emotions and she was becoming
more and more confused.

"Oh you like it all right," the janitor said as she let Jenna gasp some
air.

Jenna's chest was heaving from the lack of oxygen as it was, but she
inhaled sharply when she felt the janitors' middle finger push it's way
into her already moistened cunt. The thick digit entered and retracted
repeatedly as Jenna began to moan. She closed her eyes trying not to think
about what was happening. Her body tightened as the digital probe continued
relentlessly.

Without really realizing it, Jenna had begun to hold tightly onto the
janitors' wrist still holding her hair. No longer did she intend to drop
her arms. Instead, now she was just holding on as her sexual arousal began
to build unwillingly. For some reason she just couldn't stop the
arousal. The woman's middle finger was as thick as any cock she'd seen
growing up and it's constant, repeated penetration was causing her to feel
warmer and warmer. She gasped for air as the woman pressed harder against
her, squishing her against the wall while she continued her dexterous
intrusion.

Jenna's mind was clouded by all kinds of thoughts. Her disbelief at what
was happening was overpowered by the building arousal. When she felt the
janitor's tongue force it's way into her mouth again, she opened her mouth
widely and let her own tongue become entangled with the janitors. Both
women breathed heavily through their noses, nostrils flaring under the
strain.

Jenna's confusion was giving way to the impending orgasm that seemed only
moments away. She felt her pussy juices coating the woman's hand and
allowing easy movement in and out of her firm thighs.

The janitor's finger was punching in and out of Jenna's pussy with
fervor. The husky janitor had never felt anything like it before and she
was going to make this young slut cum.

Jenna willingly tilted her head back and sucked on the thick tongue as it
danced around her cavity. She felt her hips push forward onto the large
finger and she spread her legs slightly to make it easier. Jenna was pushed
over the edge when she felt a second digit force it's way into her tight
pussy and she burst into orgasm with a guttural groan, muffled by the
janitors mouth, "M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m!"

Jenna collapsed after the release and the janitor guided her down onto the
cold tile floor where she got on her hands and knees and licked all the
moisture from Jenna's abused pussy and thighs. The janitor lapped at the
tight-bodied beauty like dog drinking water, slurping and tasting every
part of the unconscious slut.

When Jenna came too a few minutes later, she grinned at the magnitude of
the orgasm until she realized how it was manifested. She sat up quickly and
looked around for the janitor, who was gone. A large blue jean shirt was
draped over the chair behind the desk and she hurriedly put it on to cover
her nakedness. Just then the bell rang ending the period and she went to
the gym to hurry the girls out.

She went back in the office and slumped into the office chair and tried to
relax. Her day had finally ended and she was relieved. She couldn't help
but feel anxious knowing that this was only her first day. Tomorrow had to
be better, she kept telling herself.


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