Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 07:01:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 6

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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 Six

Jenna was locked outside her house and she was freezing. The cold dampness
of the foggy evening was chilling her to the bone. A big reason could be
that she was naked and had been for the past several minutes as she crept
her way home from the park after her horrible encounter with Bic and Barb.

She had made it all the way home without being seen and she felt grateful
for that. She'd just completed her first day of work as a teacher at her
new school and it hadn't gone well at all. As she crouched on the front
porch, shivering, trying to think of a way to get in, she was suddenly
bathed in light from the street.

She huddled in a ball and tried not to be seen. Her heart raced as she
realized it was a police car that had stopped and it was a spotlight
shining on her. She wanted to run, but where? She was naked and barefoot!
The adrenaline rush almost caused her to bolt.

She peeked out of the corner of her eye and saw the police car turn it's
flashing lights on. "Oh no," she thought, "they'll alert the neighbors!" A
shadowy figure stepped out of the car and the faint sound of a police radio
could be heard. She knew it was the officer headed toward her and she just
froze tightly in her ball.

"Ma'am," came the female officer's voice, "ma'am, are you okay?"

Jenna felt some relief that the officer was a woman and not a man. She was
embarrassed and humiliated enough by being locked out of her house naked,
but to be discovered that way by a man would have added insult to
injury. "I-I'm locked out," Jenna chattered. Her shivering was becoming
uncontrollable as the situation and the night cold set in.

"Ma'am," said the officer as she stood at the bottom of the four-stepped
porch, "I'll need you to stand up and come down to my car."

Jenna was humiliated beyond belief. She knew she'd have to do it, but she
hated being caught naked by the police. She was in deep trouble and would
probably go to jail. She wanted to cry again. "P-please, officer, I-I'm
locked out. T-this is my h-house," she tried to explain.

The officer stepped up on the porch and grabbed Jenna by the arm with a
leather gloved hand. Jenna could see the officer had blonde hair and was in
her mid-thirties. She wore a leather jacket and gloves along with the usual
assortment of police paraphernalia. Jenna winced as the cold leather glove
squeezed her arm and lifted up. She felt like passing out. "Please, you
don't understand," Jenna pleaded. Her damp skin, cold with the evening's
temperature almost went into shock as the officer stood her up. Jenna stood
passively before the officer; hands clasp together covering her vagina. She
didn't try to cover herself more because she didn't want to appear
aggressive.

The officer eyed the young woman with lust. She held Jenna's arm as the
young woman just stood there, naked. Her large breasts protruded like firm
melons topped with cherry nipples. She could tell that Jenna worked out by
her thin waist, taught stomach and firm thighs. She wanted to see if those
tits were real, so she shook her arm and firmly asked, "What are you doing
out here naked?" She was excited to see that they moved easily from
side-to-side and showed no signs of being fake.

Jenna was afraid. The officer sounded serious when she shook her like
that. She didn't know how to explain why she was out there naked. What
would she say? Two teenagers stripped her in the park and ran off with her
clothes? Yeah, right, that sounded believable.  "I-I-I," Jenna stammered
not knowing what to say. She could tell she was running out of time. The
officer didn't seem to believe her.

"Okay, miss you're gonna have to come with me," the officer said as she led
Jenna down the steps and along the small path leading to the street and her
car.

Jenna was totally humiliated as she saw porch lights begin to pop on and
people peek out from behind blinds. The police cars flashing lights had
alerted her neighbors to trouble and they were checking it out. Still
bathed in the bright light of the spotlight, they carefully made they're
way to the front of the car where the officer roughly faced Jenna towards
the car and out of the spotlights beam.

"Lean on the hood, place both hands on the car, move your feet back and
spread 'em," ordered the officer.

Jenna was confused as she did what the officer instructed. Why did she want
her to do that? Certainly the officer didn't need to search her. Her mind
was numbed from the cold and Jenna really didn't want to piss the officer
off, so she leaned forward and placed her hands on the car, moved her feet
back and spread them. It was uncomfortable having to hold this position and
she felt the officer was lucky she was in such good shape because she
figured the normal woman wouldn't be able to hold this position long. The
weight of her own breasts as they hung freely beneath her added more stress
than simply leaning forward. Her muscles twitched with fear and cold and
her teeth chattered uncontrollably.

Jenna was blinded briefly, when the officer walked to the side of the
vehicle and turned the spotlight on her as she leaned on the front of the
car. "Oh no," she thought to herself, "people will be able to see I'm naked
now." Jenna scanned the neighborhood and could see several people watching
the activity in the street through split blinds. Her stomach tightened when
she knew these were her neighbors and many of them knew her. She was
humiliated to the think that they would think she was some kind of
criminal, but worse yet they'd wonder why she was naked.

She watched the officer remove her gloves and tuck them in her belt as she
strolled in behind her and stood between her legs. Jenna gasped when she
felt the officer press against her backside as she reached up with both
hands and grabbed her wrists. The coldness of the material from her uniform
was actually comforting against her cold damp unprotected skin. "W-what are
you doing?" asked a shocked Jenna.

"I need to search for weapons," the officer said dryly, "it's procedure."

Jenna couldn't understand why the officer just couldn't see that she didn't
have any weapons since she was naked, but she understood the 'procedure'
part. She probably just needed to protect herself from the possibility of
lawsuits or something. Even though the officers' clothes were cold they
helped warm the young teachers backside, as the officer draped herself
across Jenna's back.

Jenna had goose bumps cover her arms as the officer slid her hands from her
wrists to her underarms, slithering on both sides of her arm. She felt the
officer stand up a bit as she placed her hands on her shoulders and then
glided them onto her back and under her armpits. The sensations of the
officer's touch caused Jenna's already hard nipples to tingle and she
sighed quietly. What was going on? Why did she feel that twinge of arousal?
She was being searched on a public street for gosh sakes.

The officer reached around to Jenna's upper chest from under her armpits
and then cupped each breast, hefting them slightly seemingly feeling
they're weight. Jenna held her breath as the officers' hands paused briefly
holding her breasts. She felt the officers' long slender fingers slip
between her breasts and meet in the middle. The officers' hands slowly
moved to the underside of her breasts before grabbing and squeezing the
base of each and milking them downward. Jenna sighed noticeably. What was
the officer doing to her that caused her feel these sensations? How could
she feel such arousal during a routine search?

Jenna was feeling confused. As the officer continued her search, she slid
her hands along Jenna's stomach and across her back in a serpentine
motion. Goose bumps erupted on Jenna's skin wherever the officers' hands
traced. She couldn't figure out why her body was reacting the way it
was. She shouldn't be feeling such arousal at the touch of an officer
during a search. It just didn't make sense. She struggled mentally for what
seemed like forever. How could she feel so tingly? She was naked in her own
neighborhood and being watched by her friends and neighbors. She was
totally vulnerable in her spread eagle position on the front of the
car. Anyone and everyone could see her if they wanted.

Jenna froze stiff when she heard other voices coming from the sidewalks.

"What'd she do officer?" asked a neighbor housewife as she came out to
investigate.

Jenna's head whirled around to locate the mystery voice. She was completely
embarrassed that she was being looked at while naked. It was so
humiliating.

"She was exposing and possibly burglary," the officer replied.

Jenna was shocked. She felt her vagina tighten at the words. Burglary?
"N-no, that's not true. I wasn't stealing. That's my house," she
reiterated.

"She's done that stuff before. My kids have seen her," confirmed the woman.

"What?" exclaimed Jenna. She'd never been naked before, had she? She
frantically searched her memory bank.

"Yeah, she tans naked sometimes," the woman added.

"Oh my gawd, she's right," Jenna told herself. She HAD tanned naked
before. Jenna remembered tanning in her backyard a few times when she had
removed her top. But how did her kids know? They must have spied on her the
little brats.

Jenna jumped a little when she felt the officers' hands clap around her
ankle and begin to slowly slide up her leg. She felt a wave of panic race
through her stomach as the officers' hands passed her knee. She bit her
lower lip as the officers' hands worked they're way past mid-thigh. When
the officers' hand on the inside of her thigh bumped against her pussy lip
she gasped loudly, "O-o-o-h-h-h."

A few other curious neighbors, mostly women and kids, joined the woman on
the sidewalk. Despite the darkness, it was still fairly early. They talked
amongst themselves, giggled and pointed as they watched their naked young
neighbor humiliated in public. The police cars spotlight illuminated her
petite nudity for all to see. Jenna's distress was clearly visible on her
face as the officer ran her hands across Jenna's body.

Jenna inhaled deeply through her nose as the officer repeated the process
on her other leg. The slow, methodical way she snaked her hands upward
toward Jenna's privates caused Jenna to heat up with anticipation. When the
officers' hands passed her mid-thigh, Jenna held her breath. Despite the
cold temperature outside, she felt warm on the inside. As the officers'
hand bumped against her soft fleshy vagina, Jenna squealed, "E-e-e!"

Jenna closed her eyes when she felt a wave of arousal course through her
veins. She didn't know where it came from or why. She was being publicly
humiliated, yet she was becoming deeply aroused. How could that be? Did she
secretly like to be put in these humiliating situations? Was this something
she was naturally attracted to?

Jenna's breathing became choppy and quickened. Her head started to pound as
she contemplated her life. Her whole day had been one disaster after
another, yet somehow she found it strangely exhilarating. She must be
sick. Down deep, she knew the officer was just doing her job, but she had
twisted it around in her mind to find some deviant sexual arousal out of
it.

Jenna squirmed and tightened her ass cheeks when she felt the officers'
hand reach up between her legs and cup her pussy. The gentle caress and
light squeeze sent shivers up Jenna's back. She held her breath as the
officers' thumb lightly pressed against her anus and her index finger slid
between the folds of her self moistened pussy.

Jenna let out a long sigh "o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h", as the officers' fingers
and hand slid backward and upward between her ass cheeks.

"You excited miss?" the officer asked plainly.

Jenna was mortified. She didn't know what to say. Truthfully she was
excited, but she couldn't admit it in public, in front of all her neighbors
like that. "N-no," she stumbled unconvincingly.

"Well I think you are. Your vagina is moist and swollen, a sure sign you're
excited. But I'm willing to get a second opinion, if you wish," the officer
offered.

Jenna didn't know what to say or do. Her mind was reeling from the arousal
she was feeling and she wasn't thinking clearly as it was. Now she had to
try and make sense of the 'second opinion' comment. It just didn't make
sense. "I-I'm not excited, honest. Please can't you just let me go?" Jenna
pleaded.

"How can I trust you if you won't tell the truth about being excited?" the
officer questioned.

The officer was right and Jenna knew it, but she still couldn't just admit
it in front of God and country that she had become aroused during a routine
search AND by a female officer. That just wasn't natural. It would be
easier to admit and more socially acceptable to be aroused during a search
by a man, but this was a female officer. "I-I'm not though," Jenna
whimpered, "I'm not excited."

"Fine. We'll just ask a couple of your neighbors what they think," the
officer said in a deep sensual voice.

"No, please don't do that, PLEASE," begged Jenna. Having one of her
neighbors come over and inspect her pussy and maybe even touch it was too
much. The officer couldn't have been serious. She tried to convince herself
the officer was just pulling her leg.

But Jenna felt a bead of sweat run down her spine when she heard the
officer say, "Any of you onlookers know what an excited female looks like?"

"NO!" screamed Jenna in her mind. This can't be happening. The officer was
actually asking for volunteers to come over and inspect her for
arousal. Reluctantly, Jenna looked at the small group of jacketed women and
children, most of whom had raised their hands. The anxiety she felt
completely overwhelmed her weakening muscles as she strained to lean
against the car. Her breasts had filled with the blood that left her brain
and made her feel light-headed and they hung heavily beneath her chest.

"All right, let's take a poll. Line up behind her right here," the officer
said pointing to a spot between Jenna's feet, "you check her out and let me
know if you think she's excited.

Eagerly, the women and children lined up one behind the other, rubbing
their hands together in excited anticipation. They smiled at one another
and gave each other limp 'high fives' as they relished the opportunity
before them. Most of the women in the neighborhood had always envied the
young schoolteacher so they looked forward to adding to her public
humiliation.

"Please, don't do this," Jenna pleaded as she looked back over her shoulder
at the line of ten or so women and children. Her legs were spread widely
and her anus and vagina were open for all to see.

The officer stood beside the helpless teacher and patted her on the ass
with a couple quick slaps. Jenna's bottom barely shook since it was so
muscular and tight. Jenna flinched at the meager spanking, but worse, she
felt a new wave of warmth emanate up from her butt cheeks. "Oh no," she
thought, "not again."

"Okay ladies check her out and let me know what you think," the officer
directed.

One-by-one, the women stepped between Jenna's hindquarters and either bent
over and looked closely or they touched her pussy with their hand or both.

With each touch Jenna whimpered at the humiliation. But with each touch,
her loin heated more and more. She couldn't help it. No matter what she
thought about it didn't lessen the fire that continued to build between her
legs. "Please...stop," Jenna weakly, asked. Her mind was clouded by her
growing arousal and she couldn't clear it.

A couple women lingered longer than others as they touched the
spread-eagled teacher. Jenna gasped deeply as they inserted fingers into
her overheated flesh. The serial manipulations of her pliable lips, the
gentle tug on her soft, sparse, blonde pubic hair or the long plunging
strokes from her clitoris to her anus were driving her crazy. Her will to
resist the building arousal was dwindling fast. Her short, choppy gasps
added to the pressure welling up inside her. She was losing control of her
emotions and giving in to the deviant pleasure.

Long ago she had forgotten about the chill in the air of the autumn
evening. Her body was heated to the point of emitting steam. Jenna pressed
hard against the front of the police car, arching her back or extending her
ass skyward. Jenna was losing the battle and she didn't seem to care. She
kept up the relentless questioning of herself in an attempt to make sense
of the whole thing. Why was she feeling such arousal during such a sexually
degrading scenario? Why was the touch of women she barely knew so exciting?

A bead of sweat ran down the crevice of her spine. Jenna was reaching the
point of no return and everyone knew it. She was gasping for air and her
stomach heaved. She looked over her shoulder as a woman showed her young
daughter the inside of Jenna's pussy. She held the teachers' lips apart and
pointed to the swollen clitoris that had pushed its way free of its
sheath. The idea that she was being used as a 'show and tell' item nearly
sent Jenna over the edge.

The officer could tell Jenna was very close to orgasm. She leaned over and
whispered in her ear, "If you cum, I'll let you go. If you don't, I'll have
to take you downtown with me."

The officers' hot breath on her ear was too much. The words barely made
sense to her. All she heard was 'cum'. Jenna looked over her shoulder and
began thrusting her hips as the last woman leaned in to 'inspect' her. When
she felt the woman's nose bump her anus she exploded in orgasm with a loud
groan, "A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h!"

Jenna's body stiffened as she flexed onto her toes and became as rigid as a
board. Her pussy's spasmodic contractions filled her cavity with girl
cum. Her hips pumped involuntarily as she repeatedly squeezed cum from deep
within her loin.

After several contractions, she started to relax and almost lost her
balance because she was so dizzy. The officer grabbed her arm and helped
her up after she inadvertently dropped to her knees.

The officer led the woozy Jenna to the front door of her house. The officer
twisted the doorknob and opened the door. Jenna barely understood what had
just happened. She struggled with the idea that the front door was open all
along because she thought she'd checked it, but apparently she hadn't. She
staggered into her bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

The officer tucked her in and told her to sleep tight.

As the officer left, the happy group of neighbor women and children had
already begun to disperse. She told them, "Okay, show's over. Now go back
to your homes." As the group departed, she got into her patrol car, turned
off the lights and rolled away.

Jenna slept like a baby in her orgasm-induced slumber. She dreamt of having
a better day tomorrow...


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