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Chapter Eleven
Jenna's first week of school was nearly over. A couple more classes and she was outa there for the weekend.
Sitting in the office of the gym, she had already hustled her second period class outside to go do, whatever. The agreement she'd made with them enabled her to relax while they went and played. She replayed the scene with Trisha this morning and she squirmed in her chair. She remembered what it felt like to have Trisha's finger in her ass and she felt guilty. She felt guilty because of the way if made her feel. For some unknown reason she almost - liked it.
Jenna shuddered and shook her head. She had to get those thoughts out of her mind! It was totally inappropriate of her to enjoy the sensations of having another female, a minor female at that, insert her finger in her ass. Despite her best efforts to displace the memories she shivered at their eroticism. She was slipping into a fantasy world where she had no business being. Her body warmed, her vagina moistened and she could feel her breathing shallow as she sighed and closed her eyes.
Suddenly she was jolted back to reality when the locker room door flew open. The girls began to file in and head for their lockers. Jenna looked at the time and noted that the period was only half over. She stepped to the office door and reminded the girls of the time.
The leader of the class peaked out from behind her locker and said, "we know," as she pulled her sweater off and began to unbutton her blouse.
It was obvious to Jenna that the girls were preparing to take their showers because they were all undressing. What confused her was why they were doing it so early. "Uh, excuse me girls," Jenna said, "but why are you taking showers so early?"
None of the girls responded, they just kept undressing. In minutes the whole class was naked standing outside the shower with towels in hand. Jenna watched the unusual procession with liberal curiosity. She felt a tingling in her loin as she stared at the line of naked young teenage girls. She blinked several times to shake the effect of the unwanted and inappropriate arousal she felt, but it wouldn't go away. "How can this be?" she asked herself, "these are young teenage girls. It's just not okay to look at them like this," she told herself as she stared at the nubile young bodies.
When the class leader turned toward her, Jenna felt her stomach tighten. Anxiety began to creep into her mind as she wondered what the girl wanted. Jenna's once chipper, aroused disposition now turned to concern as the girl approached her.
"Okay, for today's fun we want you to shower with us, so you should take your clothes off and get in now," said the girl.
Jenna didn't like the idea of showering with a bunch of teenage girls, especially the way she was just feeling. She was an adult and it just wasn't something she was supposed to do. Society dictates appropriate behavior and for her to shower with a bunch of girls is simply is not okay. She wanted to turn the girls down and tell them 'no', but she knew they had her under their thumb and she had agreed to do whatever they asked 'or else'. I mean it wasn't like SHE was asking to shower with them, THEY were asking HER.
Jenna struggled with idea before reluctantly agreeing. She felt her skin grow cold as she unbuttoned her blouse in front of the leering children. She could feel their eyes as she opened her blouse and quickly turned her back on them. This just wasn't right and she really felt uncomfortable.
Her fingers shook as she fumbled with her zipper and clasp on her skirt, while trying to keep herself covered and out of sight. She looked back over her shoulder as she began to lower her skirt and saw every eye focused on her backside. Even though all the girls stood there naked in front of her, she still felt uncomfortable being naked in front of them. Her stomach did flip-flops as she held her breath and dropped her skirt to the floor. She scrunched over covering her bountiful breasts and pussy with her hands and arms as much as possible.
Slowly she turned around, red-faced and embarrassed. On one hand, Jenna didn't want to do this, but on the other, what choice did she have? She reasoned that things could be worse. 'Showering' wasn't that bad, at least not by comparison to 'other' things.
Jenna scooted along the wall keeping her backside to the tan colored tile as she made her way to the shower. Other than the echoing from the tile and ceramic construction, you could have heard a pin drop in there. She felt the class' eyes boring in on her as she rounded the shower room door and stepped onto the light brown floor. Her petite slender frame was shorter than most of the girls in the class and their size intimidated the young teacher. But for some reason she kept feeling that familiar twinge between her legs as she watched them, watch her and their tallness seemed to add to her building excitement. The girls stood silently as Jenna stood there partially covering herself, her blonde hair hanging seductively over one shoulder.
The powerful class leader stepped in front of the line of girl's waiting patiently at the shower room door, her thin frame and pale skin provided a heavenly backdrop for her perky pink nipples that jutted from her small budding breasts. She looked in at Jenna, who stood there uselessly trying to cover herself and in a stern tone told Jenna, "Lie down."
Jenna didn't know what to think. What did she mean, 'lie down'? Jenna's mind filled with questions. Why? Why should she lie on the floor? Jenna simply did not understand the request and shivered at the thought of her body touching the cold brown tile, but felt an even more powerful surge at being commanded to lie on a dirty shower room floor by the young teen. Jenna was getting more and more confused by the second. Her mind filled with conflicting thoughts and she struggled with what was right and what was wrong. She needed help so she sheepishly asked, "why?"
"Because, dodo, we're going to give you a shower," the class leader said rather gleefully.
Her mind fogged by disorder, Jenna simply did as she was told. The hard, ice-cold floor made her shiver and her nipples turn to rocks. Her large breasts flattened as she stretched out on her back, propped up on her elbows and looked up at the line of girls in doorway. Jenna had all but given up on trying to cover herself. The prying eyes of the teenage girls had given Jenna a warm pleasure created by their seeming approval. "We're all girls in here, right?" she convinced herself. She feared someone might notice her growing wetness, but figured she'd get wet soon enough anyway, so she ignored it and let her legs fall open a bit.
Her shapely figure, smooth pale skin and sparsely haired blonde bush brought wide-eyed looks of delight from the line of girls. Heads tilted side-to-side as the girl's attempted to steal looks at their teacher's nudity. Faces filled with envious stares; their eyes roamed her tight body, shapely legs and large breasts.
Jenna's heart beat faster as she looked into the eyes of the students staring back at her. She sensed her arousal growing. She didn't understand why she seemed to like them looking at her so much. It was all so confusing. She shouldn't be feeling this way. She sighed deeply and let her leg fall a little further open. She held her breath when the girls' eyes dropped to her vagina. She knew they could probably see her swollen slit as it began to flower with arousal. For the first time in her life, she had the urge to touch herself in public.
Jenna paused when she heard the class leader say, "who's first?" which was followed by cries of "me, me!" from jumping girls waving their hands over their heads. The room, which was quiet for the longest time now erupted with excited chatter, laughing and building anticipation.
Wrapped up in her own arousal and building wetness, Jenna, didn't grasp what was happening as the first girl stepped over her and straddled her chest. Still confused, Jenna looked up at the girl, who in turn looked down her own stomach at Jenna. Jenna saw a grin grace the girls' face as she squatted slightly and began to piss.
The girl tilted her head back and sighed with a long, "aaaaahhhhh," as she began to drain her bladder on her gym teacher.
The fogginess that shrouded Jenna's mind, was jarred as the girl's hot piss splashed off her chest and tits and drained to the floor. Jenna lay there in a state of shock and couldn't move. She could feel the splatter hitting her face so she grimaced and held her breath. Jenna couldn't believe it! She strained to breathe through her nose so as not to open her mouth.
As the first girl pissed on Jenna, the other girls cheered and clapped. When she finished she stepped off Jenna and gave the others in line a 'thumbs up'.
When Jenna felt the stream stop she opened one eye only to see a second girl straddle her, she cried, "Please don't..." but no sooner had she gotten the words out than the second girls' piss rained down upon her. Once again, she grimaced, held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. The warm piss coated her chilly skin and warmed her. As much as the act itself disgusted her, the warmth made it seem okay somehow.
After just a few girls, she found herself actually wanting them to pee on her. She didn't like to be cold and their piss was keeping her warm.
When the class leader saw that Jenna wasn't resisting and giving her the reaction she had hoped for, she knelt down beside her and grabbed her long blonde hair, shook her head angrily and said, "You like this, Ms. Tarp?"
Jenna didn't know how to respond. She hated the idea of being peed on, but it WAS keeping her warm. Like it or not, she didn't dare admit it because who knows where that might lead. But on the other hand, she didn't feel comfortable lying in a Catholic school either. I mean, she didn't 'like it' like it, but she didn't hate it either. She just didn't like being cold that was all. Jenna shook her head; she couldn't believe she was having this discussion with herself at all.
When Jenna didn't respond quickly enough, the class leader shook her head violently and screeched in disbelief, "You DO like it!"
Jenna wanted to plead her innocence to the young charge, but didn't have time. She heard the class leader order the next girl to 'piss on her face'.
Jenna's eyes pleaded with the young ringleader as Jenna watched the next petite young girl straddle her head and squat down right over her face. The nearly bald pussy spread slightly as the girl squat and Jenna pleaded, "Please, no I don't..." but Jenna's plea's were drowned in urine as the girl's hot stream splattered off Jenna's lips and mouth! She gurgled as the urine filled her mouth and tried in vain to spit it out, "Ph-t-t, ph-t-t". The more she tried to spit out, the more seemed to replace it. She tried to turn her face away from the downspout of piss but the class leader held her head until the girl stopped.
The salty taste of the girl's urine wasn't nearly as bad as she had envisioned urine would taste. She knew from biology that urine wouldn't kill her; in fact it was almost sterile and bacteria-free.
Jenna blinked her eyes to clear her vision of piss droplets and watched the next girl straddle her head and squat down. She looked up as the thin-legged girl squatted down and used her fingers to open her tiny teenage slit. For some reason, Jenna didn't fear the torment of being pissed on anymore. The class leader still held her hair as the girl positioned herself over Jenna's mouth. Jenna lay motionless on the shower floor and looked up. A slow change from fear to acceptance came over Jenna's face when she made up her mind not to struggle. She wasn't sure why she suddenly decided to let the class piss on her like that, but she did.
Jenna seemed to have crossed into some new and uncharted territory. She knew if the girls wanted to take turns pissing on her, they could. She simply did not have a choice in the matter. She was at their mercy and HAD to do WHATEVER they asked. So why fight it? She would end up having to do it anyway, so why waste the energy and struggle? She knew they wanted to degrade her and they were doing it. What choice did she have? The whole situation was unreal.
Jenna opened her mouth wide as the girl began to pee. She captured as much of the golden liquid in her mouth as it would take before spilling out and then she swallowed and reopened her mouth to capture the residual.
Jenna blinked several times to clear the droplets off her eyelashes. She looked up at the class leader and willingly said, "You don't have to hold me. I'll drink urine if you want me too."
The class leader let go of Jenna's hair, shocked, somewhat disappointed but turned on just the same. For some reason the girl believed Jenna.
Jenna rolled onto her side before pushing herself to her knees and squatting on her haunches. Using her finger, she motioned for the next girl in line to step forward. Jenna tilted her head back and opened her mouth. She was going to let every girl left in line, and there were at least ten, use her as their own personal 'human' toilet. Jenna watched the girl's excited face as she straddled her teachers' face and mounted her pussy on it.
Jenna sighed at the feel of the girl's warmth and softness. She closed her eyes and sighed into the soft flesh, "M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m."
The girl threw her head back with an, "aaaaaahhhhhhh," as she released the contents of her bladder into Ms. Tarp's mouth.
Jenna gagged a couple times as she choked down the girls' urine, but she quickly got used to breathing through her nose while swallowing.
Girl after girl pissed in Jenna's mouth. She felt her tummy beginning to protrude as her stomach filled with teenage girl piss.
Seeing the girls giddily walk away after peeing in her mouth provided Jenna with a sort of sick sense of pride. She felt strangely elated that she had somehow made them happy. If this was all it took for her to be a success in her new school then so be it. She knew from that moment on that this was going to be a good year.
As the line of girls neared the end, Jenna had worked herself into a frenzy. Her pussy was dripping more and more, as each new girl straddled her face. She held onto their soft thighs, as she'd guide them down onto her face. She loved making eye contact with them as they spread their legs and squatted down. It was so erotic she thought she might explode. She loved it when they'd watch her position her open mouth onto their hot little pussies. Jenna loved to make them squeal with delight when she sealed her mouth over their tight little cunts and then secretly swipe her tongue between their moist fleshy fold.
Jenna couldn't hold it any longer as the last couple of girls moved forward. She started to masturbate herself with her finger. She was breathing hard and could hardly contain her excitement at having just drunk half the class' urine. She couldn't believe it. She was so proud of herself for doing something so nasty but so exciting.
With her free hand Jenna quickly motioned the next girl to get on. She was panting like a freight train and wanted to drink the last girls' urine. She was on a mission she had to do.
As the last two girls relieved themselves in Jenna's mouth she looked at the class as they stood in the doorway to the shower and gawked at her build herself toward orgasm.
The girls watched their teacher diddle herself to orgasm while kneeling on the shower room floor after having been pissed on and then drinking the girls' pee. When they heard Ms. Tarp cry out in orgasm, "oooooohhhhhhhhhhh," as she collapsed on the floor, many of the girls exchanged glances with confused looks on their faces.
Jenna, in an orgasm-induced state of delirium after allowing them to piss on her and IN her, heard the girls's talking amongst themselves as they turned to get dressed. The statements shocked and tormented the hapless young teacher as she heard them saying things like,
"Gawd, what sick bitch she is,"
"She's scary."
"How did she ever get a job here? She's a real sicko."
"That was gross."
The comments intermixed with disdain sounding giggles cut Jenna to the quick and she felt sick to her stomach. She wondered what she had just done and she rolled onto her side and vomited piss by the bucket load before she fainted into unconsciousness.
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