Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 09:09:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 14 {Jenna}[F/F reluct](14!_)

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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 fictional and
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Chapter Fourteen


As Jenna recovered from the 'search' class, she dressed in the women's room
at the police station. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and
tucked in her blouse, straightened her skirt and fixed her hair. She sighed
at how pleasurable it had been to help teach the girls about searches and
felt a tingle race up her spine. Jenna shuddered at the recent memory and
felt her nipples harden. The vision of the entire group of girl's touching
her and examining her gave her goose bumps all over again. She shook her
head to clear her mind and get back to the task at hand. She mused that she
never envisioned teaching could feel this good.

Jenna left the restroom and met up with the tour guide as the officer led
them to the jail downstairs. The group noisily made their way through the
long stairwell that echoed their every step. As the group banged their way
past the fire door to enter the jail complex, they entered a wide hallway
that had a series of small rooms on the left and solid concrete wall on the
right. They were greeted by a linear formation of about a half a dozen
female jail guards that lined the right side. The guards all stared
straight ahead with their hands placed behind their backs, precisely
positioned in the small of their backs in a rigid stance. The sight was
impressive, yet scary.

The girls quietly moved to the left of the formation, passing directly in
front of them. None of the guard's, dressed in dark blue slacks and pale
blue shirts adorned with a thick leather belt with a matching strap that
ran over one shoulder, let their eyes shift from their focal point straight
to the front. It was an eerie sight as the guards stood motionless like
statues, as the group of children followed by their teacher passed in
front.

As Jenna herded the last girl past the line of guards, she didn't notice
the eyes of the guards break from their disciplined position to follow the
young teacher and ogle her firm figure.

The whole downstairs was void of sunlight and just seemed darker because of
it. As the group turned the corner they were ushered into a large empty
room. The officer in charge told the girl's in a loud voice to speak over
the natural chamber-like effect of a concrete building, "This is where
inmates coming into the prison are briefed on jailhouse rules. From here
they move into the next room where they give up all their personal
possessions before getting issued new clothes. They will then take showers,
be sanitized and then assigned to their cells."

The girls were all mesmerized by the shear size and magnitude of the jail
and its procedures. They exchanged nervous glances as they imagined what it
must be like to be kept here.

The officer sensed their curiosity and moved to dispel some of their
anxiety. "So today, we have arranged for your teacher, Ms. Tarp, who has
volunteered to be our 'inmate for the day', to show you all exactly how it
all works."

The class erupted in noisy applause and all eyes settled upon Jenna
standing stunned in the back of the room. She hadn't 'volunteered' for
anything - had she? Maybe she did during the search and didn't remember.
Jenna didn't fully have a grasp on the implications of being 'inmate for
the day' so she reluctantly agreed. It was all in the name of education
anyway. It was her job to teach the children, so she couldn't very well
expect one of them to be 'inmate for the day'.

The applause began to die down as she walked to the front of the room to
meet the officer. The tall blonde officers' green eyes looked deeply into
Jenna's as she stepped in front of the taller woman and Jenna felt a surge
of wetness in her vagina and her nipples hardened. She squeezed her legs
together, embarrassed at the inexplicable surge of wetness and her desire
not to drip. Jenna's stomach tightened momentarily as she gathered her
senses. "Where did that come from?" she asked herself in shocked amazement.
All the officer did was look at her and she felt this rush of arousal. "How
did that happen and more importantly, WHY?" Jenna considered herself
'straight' as an arrow. Her momentary indiscretions of the past week or so
were only strange anomalies. Jenna stressed while the officer continued to
explain the procedures to the class.

As Jenna fumbled with the why's and the how's of what just took place, she
was brought back to reality when the officer took her by the arm, saying,
"Okay, let's begin shall we?" The officer led Jenna into the next room.

Another tall beautiful blonde guard greeted her and the class from behind a
long counter. "Okay, give me all your personal possessions, miss inmate,"
she teased, - sort of.

Jenna and the class chuckled at the serious look on the blonde guard's face
as she stared at Jenna through big blue eyes.

"Come on, let's go," the officer restated more sternly.

Jenna still wasn't sure she was serious but she thought she should play
along anyway just in case, so she pretended to search her pockets and give
the guard her 'possessions'.

The guard was not amused. She glared at the tiny thin-framed teacher and
said, "Let's go. Off with them."

Jenna didn't understand what the guard meant and looked back at her with an
inquisitive glance.

"Your clothes, give me your clothes, inmate!" the guard demanded.

Jenna was shocked. "She can't be serious, can she?" she asked herself.
Jenna felt her blood pressure rise as she looked around the now silent
room. It seemed like the whole room held their breath at once, waiting to
see her reaction.  Jenna's eyes pleaded with the tour guide. She pressed
the officer visually to 'help her out'. The officer only stared back at the
busty 22 year-old with a matter-of-fact look, as if saying, 'this is
normal, just do it.'

Jenna made a quick scan of the room and realized everyone was waiting on
her. She felt herself begin to tremble, as the thought of stripping in
front of the class seemed totally wrong. She knew this whole day was
dedicated to teaching the girls about the justice system, but she wondered
if this was really necessary. "Can't they just 'explain' what they do? Do
they really have to demonstrate everything?" she asked herself.

Jenna didn't understand the need to be so graphic, but felt pressure to get
on with it. She knew this was just part of the education process so she
reluctantly reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. Before she pulled it open
and off her shoulders, she paused. She looked around the room at the girls
and the two guards one more time, just to make sure she was really supposed
to do this.

When she saw their excited faces she knew the girls were actually getting
something from the days activities. She pulled her blouse off and handed it
to the tall blonde officer behind the counter. Jenna's large puffy red
nipples sprang to life and hardened like erasers. She blushed at their
reaction and wished they wouldn't do that and vainly tried to cover
herself.

"Now the skirt, hurry up, we don't have all day," said the officer, as she
dropped Jenna's blouse into a basket on the counter.

Jenna felt a little faint as she unzipped her skirt and lowered it to the
floor revealing her lightly haired blonde bush. She used her free hand to
try and cover her vagina, her breasts hanging freely as she bent over to
step from her skirt. As she handed the officer her skirt, Jenna felt the
eyes of every student and guard roam her body and scan every inch of her
nakedness.

"Shoes too," said the officer.

Jenna had almost forgotten about her three-inch pumps and kicked them off
and handed them to the officer, too. Now she stood even shorter than she
was before. Most girls in the class were taller than she was when she wore
shoes and now without them? Jenna suddenly felt very vulnerable. She
couldn't even look at the students in the eye anymore. Being so short
negated her superior age difference and she felt like she HAD to do things
now.

The guard took her shoes and tossed in the basket with her skirt and blouse
and said, "Okay, go to the shower room."

The tour guide led Jenna into the next room, which was a large shower room
with brown tiled floors and walls that housed several free standing shower
pods with multiple shower heads on each. Two guards holding towels in each
hand awaited them inside.

Jenna covered her bountiful breasts with her hands as the brunette guard
turned on a shower and stepped back as the water sprayed out. The redheaded
guard stepped toward Jenna and took her by the arm with her towel-covered
hand and guided her under the faucet.

Jenna gasped as the cool water splashed her shoulders and wet her hair.

"Raise your arms," said the red head.

Jenna, without thinking, immediately did what the officer demanded. Within
seconds the water heated up and she felt the terry cloth covered hands of
the two guards begin to wash her. The soaked towels raced up one side of
Jenna's soft, firm body and down the other sending shivers of delight
shooting through her soul. Jenna gasped and turned automatically in
response to the unexpected touches and inadvertently turned directly into
more touches. She held her breath as each new stroke made her nipples
harder and harder. Jenna was choking for air. Her mind was swarmed with
sensations she found hard to explain as she held her arms overhead.

Jenna's raised breasts protruded outwardly with her arms stretched
overhead. Her nipples, already hard, bristled with tiny goose bumps, when
she felt the brunette washing her breasts with the coarse terry cloth
towels. The friction across her taught nipples caused Jenna's pussy to
swell with excitement. Jenna whimpered as the sensations sent floods of
moisture into her vagina and she squeezed her knees together to try and
hide it.

As the officer's hands circled the young teacher's firm mounds, pushing
them, lifting them and pulling on them, Jenna was mentally whisked away to
another place and time. She inhaled deeply and felt her stomach tense
involuntarily as the brunette massaged her breasts. Jenna peeked down to
watch the circling, squeezing and tugging that caused her vagina to
spasm. She held her breath and closed her eyes as the officer grabbed
handfuls of her firm milky breasts and squeezed them firmly, tugging gently
on her nipples.

Jenna's arousal was building and she didn't really understand it. She was
just letting the guards demonstrate the shower procedure in front of her
class of girls, yet the sensations caused by the guard's terry cloth
covered hands caressing her hypersensitive skin was unbelievable. Jenna
repeatedly tried to twist and turn away from all the touches, but all she
did was turn face into more.

Jenna's nipples were aching they throbbed so hard. Her legs were getting
weaker by the second and she could barely hold up her hands. Her stomach
convulsed as she gasp for air. When the redheaded officer slipped her hand
down Jenna's stomach in a direct attack on her vagina, Jenna let out a loud
embarrassing moan, "o-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h-h," that was heard by
everyone. Jenna tried to squeeze her legs together to prevent the officer's
hand from massaging her pussy, but she only served to entrap the hand and
crush it deeper into her sex.

As Jenna flexed her buttocks and twisted her hips in a vain attempt to
remove the officer's hand from her swollen soft fleshy bush, Jenna closed
her eyes and moaned a whimpering moan,
"u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-o-o-o-h-h-h-h" that ended through pierced 'kissing'
lips.

Jenna knew deep down she was building toward another orgasm. She was
getting good at recognizing the signs. She glanced around the room and
could see the class of girls watching the two officers gliding their hands
over her body. Try as she might to stifle the sensations she was feeling
they were overwhelming her. Her eyes rolled around in her head as it
dropped listlessly from side-to-side. Her flat stomach flexing in and out
produced audible gasps and moans that everyone could hear.

Despite her best effort to wriggle free from the officer's touches, Jenna
was losing control. As much as she wanted to avoid another embarrassing
orgasm in front of her class, she wouldn't be able to avoid it much longer
if the officer's didn't stop and stop very soon.

When both officers worked on Jenna's legs she felt like she was ready to
explode. If she didn't know any better she thought she had to pee. A liquid
wall was pushing against her loin as her clit throbbed and pulsated. If she
felt another coarse terry cloth stroke her tender pussy she would lose
control for sure.

Jenna managed to hold her breath long enough to peek down just as the red
head paused at her inner thigh. When Jenna's eyes met the red head's dreamy
green eyes, Jenna almost melted. The red head looked deep into Jenna's eyes
and with a devilish grin forced the edge of her terry cloth covered hand
deep into Jenna's swollen pink-ness and slowly dragged it upward.

Every fiber of the coarse material slowly, yet crisply plucked its way over
Jenna's hypersensitive clit like a pick on a guitar string. As bolts of
electricity shot up Jenna's soul, she sucked in more and more air through
repeated short gasps until she could take it no more. Her abused clit
signaled it had had enough and released its contents in a flood of orgasmic
girl cum accentuated by a long loud groan, "A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

Jenna's hips pumped involuntarily as her anus tightened and released in
spasmodic convulsions. Jenna's mouth hung open as every ounce of air left
her body along with repeated spurts of liquid cum.

As she started to falter and collapse Jenna managed to grab the showerhead
and hang on. Her body, rocked by the massage orgasm, twisted and twitched
as the officers continued to 'wash' the spent teacher.

The redheaded officer paid special attention to Jenna's quivering pussy as
she washed the last of her girl cum off Jenna's pussy and thighs.

Jenna, drowsy and incoherent, didn't even realize the redheaded officer
wasn't using her towel anymore.

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