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Chapter Twenty-One:
Springtime was finally approaching. Jenna was looking forward to the end of the school year. She couldn't wait until she would finally be rid of her teenage tormentor for the summer. She hoped and prayed that Trisha's parents would take the little demon on an extended vacation so she could finally get some peace. Jenna had submitted to every whim this vile teen offered and she was sick of it. But what choice did she have? It was like compounding interest. Every time she did something for the young teenage hoodlum, it was thrown in her face and used as a threat for the next time. Jenna felt trapped by her situation. She felt like she had no choice but to conform with Trisha's wishes.
Jenna had to admit to herself that compared with the beginning of the school year, the winter months hadn't been that bad. Trisha's nearly daily assaults had tapered off to once a week or so. Jenna attributed much of it to the fact that Trisha had been inexplicably transferred out of all her classes and their contact was limited.
June brought a whole different attitude to the school. The girls were getting restless with the fast approaching summer months and spirits were high. Warm sunny days replaced the cool gray of winter and a brighter, more exuberant enthusiasm invaded the school.
To Jenna's discomfort, Trisha was no different. The longer, warmer days sent the teen into a devious frenzy. Unknown to Jenna, Trisha had spent the long gloomy winter months surfing the net for lesbian porn sites, which only served to fuel her already deviant desires. Jenna had no idea that the more Trisha surfed for porn and masturbated, the worse her needs became. Jenna couldn't have imagined that Trisha's daily masturbation routine had progressed from simple fantasies of pussy lust to the torturous bondage and discipline type she was using now. Jenna did, however, recognize the recent increase in attention and wondered where it came from, but in any case was powerless to do anything about it.
This day, Friday, Trisha confronted Jenna in the hallway where the youngster told her, "Walk me to your house tonight. I'm spending the night. And tomorrow we're going shopping. I've already cleared it with my mom and she knows I'm spending the night with a friend."
Jenna worried about the whole scene. She had never had anyone spend the night at her tiny rental house before and certainly not a student. She wondered what people might think and how it would be perceived if she were caught with a student off campus.
As the school day finally ended, Jenna gathered her things and prepared to walk home. She hadn't seen Trisha all day and she hoped Trisha had forgotten. As she collected the last of her things and hurried to leave the building, Jenna was shocked to find Trisha waiting for her outside. Jenna's heart sank as the girl approached and took her by the arm.
"Hello, my little slut, are you ready?" Trisha asked as she tucked her arm inside Jenna's.
"Uh, yes, Ms. Trisha," responded an edgy Jenna, worried that someone might see them.
Trisha loved to be called 'Ms. Trisha' by her slut. It really reinforced her power and made her wet.
The warm afternoon sun beat down on the two as they strolled off campus and into the shady tree-lined streets of the local neighborhood. Little was said as the two made their way to Jenna's house until about two blocks away.
Trisha was thirsty and wanted something to drink. She told Jenna that they must stop at the market first.
Jenna did little to resist her teenage tormentor's request and they turned right instead of left. The store was only a block and half away so it really didn't matter. The store was a small grocery store but was usually busy, especially on Friday nights.
The warm breeze as the normal change of pressure that signaled the shift from daytime warmth to evening coolness ruffled Jenna's short pleated skirt and nearly shear blouse, both of which were components of her latest 'uniform' as dictated by Trisha. The tiny hairs on her legs bristled as the draft circled under her skirt across her panty-covered vagina. Yes, that's right, panty-covered. Trisha had made sure that she wore panties today and Jenna never questioned why.
Once inside the store, Trisha had them walk around the aisles in search of nothing in particular. She was just getting a sense of who was in the store.
A small group of high school teenage girls from the local public school were milling about near the checkout. Trisha grabbed a coke and tugged on Jenna's arm to get in line just in front of them. About three people were in line already and the scene was set perfectly for Trisha to implement her devious plan.
Trisha nudged Jenna to move in front of her. She drew very close behind the oblivious teacher who was unaware that the sneaky teen was enacting a plan.
Facing the checker and just behind the row of people to her front, Jenna stood waiting. Trisha had been touching her all afternoon ever since they'd left the school, so she wasn't surprised when she felt Trisha snuggle up next to her and take her hand.
The noise of the chatting girls behind them and the clatter of the register to her front disappeared in an instant when Jenna felt her hand placed under Trisha's skirt and directly over Trisha's steamy pussy. The short curly pubic hair tickled her palm as Trisha slowly rubbed herself on Jenna's hand. Moisture was immediately evident as Trisha's excitement was smeared on Jenna's fingers.
Jenna froze hoping no one would notice. She could feel herself blush and turn pale and she secretly prayed that no one would see. The teens' pussy was truly hot and Jenna gasp and held her breath. The sensation was incredible but extremely unnerving. She didn't dare resist or pull away suddenly or everyone around them would surely notice.
Jenna felt Trisha push down on her middle finger and push it into her sopping teenage cunt. Jenna bit her lip as her finger was engulfed in the gooey softness. Almost instinctively, Jenna began to piston her finger in and out of the young girls pussy.
The line had barely moved when Trisha said aloud, "what's that smell?" making sure to look around and make eye contact with the teenagers behind her before looking at Jenna and saying, "is that you?"
Jenna stopped fingering the girl and pulled her hand free.
"What's that smell?" Trisha asked again loudly, "it smells like...like...sex. Is that you?" she asked Jenna again.
Jenna felt faint. She felt all her blood drop to her feet and she thought she was going to pass out. People in front turned around and looked at Jenna. The high school teens stopped chatting and stared at the distraught teacher. Jenna's heart was beating so hard she felt her neck throb. Her vision narrowed, but she could still see people sniffing the air and noses wrinkling. She stood motionless, not knowing what to do or say.
"I think it IS you!" insisted Trisha, staring at Jenna. "Take off your panties so I can check."
The people in front turned their backs to Jenna, embarrassed for her. The teenage girls behind her froze and awaited her reaction.
At the command, Jenna's hands turned to ice. Her mouth dried up and she couldn't speak. She knew everyone had heard Trisha and she didn't know what to do. She tried to fake a smile like it was some kind of joke, but Trisha repeated:
"Come on, take off your panties so I can check to see if that smell is coming from YOU!"
Jenna squirmed and tried to speak without moving her lips, "please, PLEASE," she mumbled quietly out of the corner of her mouth, "please don't do this!"
Trisha reveled in her teacher's uneasiness and humiliation. She ignored her pleas for mercy and upped the pressure. With a stern sharpness to her voice she reiterated, "Listen, I'm not going to tell you again. Get those panties off, NOW! I need to see if you're the one who's all stinky!"
Silence surrounded the pair as everyone held their breath. The people in front stood sideways and peeked out of the corner of their eyes as the teenagers behind them exchanged unbelieving glances.
Jenna's mind was reeling. The humiliation was paralyzing. She could barely think straight and her surroundings became a surreal place moving at a slow motion pace.
No one in line realized the cashier had slowed down too as she kept glancing up to watch the humiliating situation unfold.
For what seemed like an eternity, time stood still as Jenna paused and contemplated her reaction. She felt like the whole store was watching and the sudden hushed quiet was deafening. She stared in disbelief at Trisha, hoping, praying that she was only kidding. Jenna's mouth hung open as the reality of her predicament became clear. She would have to do her young mistress' bidding and that's all there was too it.
With the people in front of her stealing glimpses from the corner of their eyes and the teenagers standing behind her bobbing their heads and repositioning themselves to get a better view and the cashier almost halting her checking, Jenna did the unthinkable. Her trembling, ice-cold fingers reached under her skirt and grabbed the waistband of her panties. In full view of the store patrons surrounding her, she bent forward at the waist and slid her panties to her knees and then as quickly as she could, kicked them off her feet.
As the wide-eyed customers watched in total disbelief, Jenna squatted down and picked up her panties and crumpled them tightly in her hand.
"Let me have them," Trisha said matter-of-factly as she extended her hand, "I need to smell them to see if that naughty smell is you."
Reluctantly, but with an almost joyous relief to get rid of them, Jenna handed her panties to Trisha.
While the customers and cashier looked on in amazement and disbelief, Trisha shook the panties out in full view of everyone and smelled the crotch, "Ew, that IS you!" she said in horror, "that's disgusting, you dirty girl. Your pussy is soaking wet and all smelly! You need to clean that beaver, girl. You smell!"
Jenna almost passed out at the verbal lashing. Trisha was humiliating her like never before. She could feel dozens of eyes boring into her flesh and criticizing her for being so dirty.
"You need to be punished for being so dirty. And I'm not carrying these nasty panties for you," Trisha emphasized. Pointing to Jenna's mouth she said, "open up!"
Jenna was so humiliated and degraded, she couldn't think. All these people were watching this teenage girl make her do things beyond belief and Jenna just wasn't able to focus. Without really grasping the request, Jenna opened her mouth and Trisha jammed the panties in. Jenna could taste her own juices on the material and could smell her own smell. She choked on air through her flaring nostrils as her oral airway was cut off.
Trisha used her index finger to stuff the panties into Jenna's mouth. She said, "I don't really want this coke anyway. Besides I need to use the restroom," she said as she tapped the side of her nose. She grabbed Jenna's arm and marched her to the restroom like a disciplined child.
Unbeknownst to the two delirious females, the high school teenagers followed the pair.
Trisha pushed open the restroom door and shoved Jenna inside. The door slowly closed behind them. The dirty two-stall restroom had a single filthy sink and smudged mirror next to the two stalls. Trisha pushed down on Jenna's shoulders until she was kneeling on the gray painted floor. The overheated teen was practically dripping love juice. She needed to cum in the worst way! She looked down at the young teacher whose eyes were glazed over and still had panties in her mouth. She scooped the panties out using her index finger saying, "we wouldn't want you to choke, now would we?"
Jenna was in a total state of shock. The emptiness she felt inside was only exceeded by her thorough humiliation. As her panties were removed, she automatically tilted her head back in the position Trisha liked best. Jenna was on autopilot. Her mind wandered and thoughts darted in and out. Nothing made sense. Confusion was all she felt.
Not the dirty surroundings, not the nasty smell of urine, not even the fact that a teenage girl was mounting her face was enough to shake Jenna back to reality. Instinctively, she grabbed Trisha's knees and slid her hands around to back of her legs as the young girl eased her slippery gash onto Jenna's nose until it was inserted as far as it would go.
Tiny, soft pubic hair tickled Jenna's forehead as Trisha nestled her throbbing hard clit onto the bridge of Jenna's nose. The aromatic aroma of young teenage pussy enveloped Jenna's senses like Trisha's pussy did her nose. She could feel the teenager's hotness on her sensitive nasal skin as the teen's pubic bone settled against her forehead. Jenna heard a long relief-sounding moan of "aaaaaawwwwww," from Ms. Trisha when she finally settled into position on Jenna's face.
Clutching her skirt to her tummy, the overheated teen slowly pushed her hips forward until Jenna's nose was just under her ass. Then she slowly retreated, grinding her clit on the bridge of her nose. Trisha was determined to enjoy this orgasm more than all the others. Her pussy was dripping as she looked down at her teacher's shiny, sticky face.
Silently and slowly the restroom door was pushed open and four faces bobbed up and down to peer inside. The teenage girls from the line were so heated by the perverse display of power and control that they simply HAD to watch some more. Breathlessly they leaned over each other as they watched in devious amazement as this girl, younger than they, rubbed her pussy on the face of this 20-something year old. Questions raced through their minds as they held their collective breath and stared.
Jenna was so devastated by the passed twenty minutes that she yearned for some stability. Somehow, being on her knees with her nose used as a sexual toy for this young teenage girl was her first real sense of 'normalcy'. Her hands caressed the back of Trisha's legs and upward to her buttocks. She could feel the girls' hypersensitive skin ripple with goose bumps and tighten with pleasure.
As the four high school teens secretly watched, Trisha ground herself on Jenna's nose and face with increased fervor. It only took seconds to push the young girl over the edge. The sense of power and control she had in combination with the total public humiliation of her teacher from school had raised her to a heightened state of arousal well before now. With only a few swipes of her sloppy pussy on Jenna's nose, Trisha groaned with a deep orgasm, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" Her anus squeezed tight and her pussy muscles pulsed with ejaculation. Trisha was in heaven!
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