Capítulo 8: A Whole Bunch Of Em!
Jenna knew what the girls wanted. And now, she felt she wanted it too. Without really thinking, she ripped her hands apart, opening the blouse and throwing it to the floor. She pushed her skirt off her hips without unfastening it, and she stood before her young tormentors with her arms and legs spread. Her ears pulsated with rhythmic pounding, which turned into a rush of cheers.
The girls cheered on their new teacher and Jenna headed to the shower.
"Wait a minute, Ms. Tarp," the leader called, "we're not finished with you yet."
Jenna shuddered when she heard those words. "What else could they want?" she questioned to herself. Almost afraid to ask, she queried, "What else do you want me to do?"
Leaning toward the young teacher and speaking with an air of confidence, the leader said, "I want you to kiss every one of our pussies."
"W-what?" exclaimed a shocked Jenna. "I-I can't."
"You CAN'T? Or you WON'T?" sneered the young ringleader. "That's fine. We'll just go tell Sister Ann what you were doing earlier today and again right now."
Jenna suddenly realized the girl was right. Shocked by her request, she'd totally forgotten that she was naked in front of them. Worse yet, she WILLINGLY stripped for them! What had been an accident earlier was now a blatant crime. She was sure her latest offence was a criminal act. Her face turned beet red as she took in the reality of the situation. She knew the girl was right, and she couldn't afford to have them tell, but to do what she asked was equally bad. But what choice did she have? "Please, please don't make me do that," she begged.
"Fine, it's your choice." The girl stated flatly, knowing she had the young teacher under her thumb.
Jenna was desperate. She dropped to her knees on the cold tile floor of the shower room, clasped her hands together and pleaded with the young leader, "P-please don't make me do that, PLEASE!" Jenna wanted to cry. She could see the disdain on the face of the young leader, and she knew that she'd tell if she didn't do what she asked. Jenna felt ill. She held her face in her hands as she knelt on the floor and cried.
"Stop crying!" the girl ordered. "Are you going to do it or what?"
Sobbing, Jenna knew she had no choice. Unwillingly, she blubbered, "yes."
The girl was intent on maximizing her new teacher's humiliation, so she pressed, "Yes, WHAT?"
Jenna was horrified. She was going to have to say it out loud. She was going to have to tell all these girls that she would kiss their pussies. She stared at the floor, fighting back more tears, and said, "yes, I'll kiss your pussies."
"Tell us you WANT to kiss our pussies," the girl insisted, "look us in the eye and tell us you want to kiss our pussies."
Jenna was totally humiliated. She felt sick to her stomach. It was hard enough saying it the first time, but now...to 'look at them and say it'? She felt tears roll down her cheeks as she sat on her haunches, naked, humiliated and embarrassed. Reluctantly, she looked up, tried to focus through her tears as she looked at the circle of girls surrounding her and snivelled, "I-I want to kiss your pussies."
"Good. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" snickered the girl as she lifted her blue and green plaid skirt and pushed her panties to her knees. "You can start with me, Teacher. Kiss me, right here on my lips," she said as she rubbed her index finger on her clit and pushed her hips toward her teacher's face.
Jenna wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at the young girl arching her back. "Please, don't make me do this," Jenna asked again, hoping the girl would change her mind.
The girl grabbed Jenna by the hair on the top of her head and pulled her face into her vagina, saying, "I said, kiss me!"
Jenna grunted, "ugh," as her face pressed against the young girl's pussy. She could smell her sexual arousal when her lips smashed against the soft vaginal lips.
"Now kiss me!" the girl insisted.
Jenna hesitated, but then kissed the girl's pussy.
"No, I want you to French Kiss me," the girl added.
Jenna didn't know what to do. Sitting naked on her haunches with her face being held against the pussy of a minor child with a whole class full of girls looking on, she knew she didn't have a choice. Pressing her lips firmly against the girl's young vagina, Jenna pushed her tongue between the soft fleshy folds, eliciting a soft moan from the girl.
"O-o-o-w-w-w that felt great. Do it again," the girl instructed.
Before the girl's request, Jenna had had just enough time to taste the flavor on her tongue as she retracted it from the young girl's sex. Surprisingly enough, she wasn't repulsed by it the way she thought she would. Plus, hearing the little girl's reaction caused her hair to bristle. Jenna licked her lips to moisten them.
At the directive of the young girl, she placed her mouth over her small slit and sealed her wet lips over the girl's tiny pussy and pushed her tongue inside again.
The girl squealed with delight at the sensation of having her teacher's tongue pushed inside her. She stepped back and pulled on her panties and giddily told the others how great it felt.
The other girls couldn't wait to have Jenna do it to them, too. They pushed and shoved each other as they fought for position in line. One by one, they stepped in front of their teacher, lifted their skirts and pulled down their panties. They'd spread their feet and thrust their hips forward so that she could have easier access.
Jenna was ashamed at what she was doing, but with each new taste it got easier. What did that mean? Was she a lesbian? Was she a child molester? She didn't have answers to those questions; all she knew was that she somehow had a change of heart. The taste of young pussy wasn't repulsive at all, she told herself, and in fact it had an arousing effect on her.
The twenty plus girls in line waited patiently for their turn. Heads hung off both sides of the line, trying to get a better look and watch for the reaction of their classmates. Each girl either squealed or moaned when they felt their teacher's tongue press inside. The anticipation grew with each girl and the room heated up.
Jenna licked her lips between girls. She tasted their sweetness and inhaled their musky aroma. She noticed that as each new girl stepped up, her pussy was already moist. She could glide her tongue easily through the pre-moistened flesh. Jenna found this highly arousing. She'd never really tasted a girl's pussy before today, and now was able to taste a bunch of them, one after another. Jenna didn't realize that after she drove her tongue into a girl's pussy and the girl stepped away that they went to the back of the line.
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