Lick a Bitch

Walking down the deserted hallway, barely audible sounds came from the rooms with classes. Jenna thought to herself that the walls of this old building must be thick and well insulated. Her sharp heels clicked loudly as she turned the corner to another hallway that headed toward the gymnasium. She stopped to get a drink of water and when she turned around, was startled by Trisha and two girls (Obviously her friends) standing behind her with scowls on their faces. "Why aren't you girls in class?" Jenna asked attempting to establish who was in control here.

"We came out to find you, bitch," Trisha said in a hateful tone as she pushed Jenna in the chest with both hands knocking her back against the wall.

Jenna for the first time since she was kid and had gotten beaten up by the neighbor kid, felt afraid. She pressed her hands against the wall and grimaced when Trisha raised her hand as if to strike her.

Why was she so afraid? These were little kids for crying out loud and she was the teacher. Granted they were all tall for their age and able to look down at her, but they were still kids. She tried to fight the fear and muster the courage to speak out against the abuse. She grit her teeth, clenched her fists and pushed off the wall. "You girls get back to class right now, do you hear me?!" Jenna crackled. She knew that didn't sound all that convincing and she wished she could do it over again, but it was too late.

Trisha knew she had to exert her control over the new teacher right away or suffer with her consequences all year. No way was she going to let that happen, not this year. This was HER school, she owned it and controlled it and she would be damned to let some new teacher come in here and ruin things for her. With her two friends Barb and Bic along for support, she knew it was now or never. Once again with both hands she pushed the young teacher hard against the wall. Jenna slammed against the cold tile wall with a thud that took her breath away. She almost saw stars she hit so hard. A streak of real fear shot up her spine as she pressed against the cool tiles and raised her hands to protect her face.

"Please stop pushing me! W-what do you want?" she pleaded. Oh no, she thought, she actually begged these young hoodlums. Her head turned, she peered at them through squinted eyes. Jenna became more fearful the more they pressed in toward her. They were standing so close she could feel their breath.

The cold tile wall brought out an unusual reaction in her body that caught her quite off guard. She felt her nipples become hard and press against the thin cotton blouse. Jenna hoped they wouldn't notice.

Trisha grabbed her wrists and forced her hands down at her sides. "Keep your hands down, bitch," she growled.

Jenna's heart was pounding. She couldn't understand how this could be happening to her, right here in the hallway. Jenna begged again, "P-please...don't hurt me...I'll do whatever you want, just please...don't hurt me." Where was everyone anyway? Why weren't there other teachers or janitors to help? She could barely breath. Her fear was crushing her. These girls were very angry and very strong. Whatever they wanted she felt she had to give them or suffer some horrible fate. Jenna flinched again when Trisha reached up toward her face. She felt Trisha grab her shoulders and push down hard.

"Get on your knees, bitch," Trisha hissed.

Jenna reluctantly relaxed her knees and slid her back along the wall. She closed her eyes, fearing what was in store for her. She felt her skirt catch on the tiles and stick, which caused it stay up as her ass went down. Now her panty-less bottom was exposed to add to her humiliation. Her knees came to rest on the cold linoleum floor in front of Trisha who was now looking down at her. Trisha continued to push down on her shoulders until Jenna sat on her haunches and placed her hands on the floor to keep from falling. Jenna was scared. She'd never been in such a submissive position before, ever. She feared the worst. She wondered what they wanted, but didn't dare ask. She felt stupid for allowing it to go this far but now that it had, what was she to do? She couldn't even fight back from this position.

Jenna grimaced when Trisha grabbed her chin and forcibly jerked her face skyward.

Squeezing hard on Jenna's chin, Trisha insisted, "You're gonna do what I tell you. Understand teach?"

Jenna was truly afraid. She felt her heart pounding so hard she felt like her breasts were thumping. Her bare ass resting on her calves was a constant reminder that she was panty-less and that really bothered her. She didn't want to bring that fact to light, not now anyway.

"I asked if you understood, teach!" Trisha said with a jerk on Jenna's chin.

"Y-yes, I...I understand," whimpered Jenna. She watched as Trisha released her iron grip on her chin and reach under her skirt. Jenna gasp as Trisha lowered her panties to her knees, then to her ankles and then step out of them. Oh no, she thought, this can't be happening. Surely she won't make me...do that, will she?

"Grab my skirt girls," Trisha told her two cohorts. Both girls grabbed Trisha's skirt and pulled it up exposing her barely hairy pussy. Trisha grabbed Jenna's blonde hair on the back of her head and slowly pulled her face toward her pussy. She pushed her hips forward until she could feel her teachers' nervous breath being puffed on her pubic hair through her nose. "Kiss me."

Jenna squeezed her lips tightly together and closed her eyes. She could smell the pungent aroma of the young girl's sex and was surprised she wasn't repelled by it. She tried to resist the girls' grasp on her head but knew it was futile. She could feel the girls' soft pubic hair tickling her nose and she knew she very close. Trisha had only asked her to kiss her. It could have been a lot worse she reasoned. She opened her eyes and looked up at her tormentor when she heard her whisper, "kiss me" only this time in a soft, sexy voice.

For some strange reason something strange took place just then. Jenna felt her resistances diminish and her body start to relax. At the same time, she felt Trisha's grip lessen. As she sat on her haunches in the hallway of her new school, her face so close to a young teen's pussy that she could feel her own breath on it, she sensed something different.

Jenna looked up at her tormentor as she quietly mouthed the words again, "kiss me." Jenna didn't feel threatened anymore. She felt this was an easy thing to do and then it'd be over. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips and gently kissed the young teen's pussy.

"There now, that wasn't so bad was it?" asked a satisfied Trisha.

Jenna felt a strange sensation race through her body as her lips touched the young girl's sex. What was happening to her? She felt her nipples pressing hard against her blouse and the cool air in the hallway breezed across her moistening slit. How could that be? This was a disgusting act...wasn't it? She was just forced to kiss a teenagers pussy in the hallway of her new school. And yet, she felt strangely aroused by the incident.

Jenna felt Trisha caress her face and lift her chin up again. "You didn't answer me, teach. I asked if that wasn't so bad," Trisha pressed. "Now, tell me it wasn't that bad, okay?"

Jenna couldn't believe what she was about to say. She was going to tell this young teen girl that kissing her pussy wasn't bad. Was this real? Was she actually doing this or was this some sort of bad dream? Even if it was a dream, she felt an overwhelming urge to tell this girl that she didn't mind kissing her pussy. "No, it wasn't that bad," Jenna heard herself say in a dry mouthed voice.

There, she had done it. Now it's over.

"Give me your tongue, teacher. Teach me. Teach me what women do to women," Trisha encouraged as her friends watched and listened.

Bic and Barb could hardly believe what they were witnessing. Trisha had just made a teacher kiss her pussy in the hallway at school.

Jenna heard the words and she couldn't believe she was hearing them. There was no way she'd eat this young girl's pussy in the hallway at school. No way, she drew the line when she kissed her. That was enough. Jenna shook her head 'no'.

"What? Did you say 'no' to me?" Trisha asked in a soft voice petting the side of Jenna's face with the back of her hand.

Jenna looked away.

"Girls," Trisha said.

Bic grabbed the back of Jenna's hair and yanked down hard causing Jenna to groan loudly and wince. Bic pulled down so hard and so far that Jenna's mouth couldn't close.

Quickly, Trisha mounted the open orifice jamming her pussy down on Jenna's mouth. "Lick me bitch. Lick me now!" she screamed, her voice echoing down the empty corridor.

Jenna was shocked at the sound and even more shocked that this young girl was grinding her pussy on her mouth. Jenna could only gasp air through her nose. She couldn't even get this girl off with her hands since she was supporting herself with them on the floor. The hard grinding continued and Jenna feared someone may hear Trisha yelling and come to investigate. This was not what she wanted anyone to see.

"Lick me, now, bitch or I swear I'll scream it at the top of lungs. And when people come to check it out, I'll scream rape!" Trisha threatened in scratchy voice. "Now lick me, bitch!"

Jenna felt she had no choice. Trisha was right. If she were to get caught with her face buried in a young girls pussy, whom would they believe? She had to do it or risk getting caught.

Jenna pushed her tongue out and for the first time in her life tasted the juices of a female. She pressed her tongue inside the tight opening and felt the warmth contained inside. Surprisingly, the taste wasn't repulsive like she expected. The wetness was beginning to coat both sides of her mouth and ooze down her chin. Drooling was not something she was used to doing so she did what came naturally and began to suck in the growing moisture. Before Jenna knew it, she was sucking and fucking the young girls vagina with her tongue and mouth, right there in the hallway at school.

Jenna just wanted the whole thing to end. She sensed Trisha's growing excitement and stepped up her efforts. The taste and smell of Trisha's pussy was becoming intoxicating and the shear dirtiness of the act she was performing had a sexually deviant arousal to it. She felt her own wetness growing as the young teen's grunts turned to pants and echoed throughout the hallway. Uncontrollably Jenna heard her self groan once as the grinding teen pushed down harder on the new teacher's face. Jenna struggled to keep her balance as her mind clouded with her building arousal.

What was she doing? How could this be happening? How could she actually be feeling arousal doing such a despicable act to a young teen? She was under age for God's sake! Yet with all the things wrong with it, she still kept reverting back to the taste, smell and sound of an aroused youth. Her senses were going mad. Her mind was saying 'no', but her being was screaming 'yes'. Jenna drove her tongue deeper into the youth, eliciting even louder groans and pants.

Trisha was really humping the teacher's face, now. She ground and pumped on her mouth as she felt her drive her tongue inside. She was fast approaching orgasm and wanted to spew cum all over her teacher's face. She wanted to show this older bitch that she was really in charge. She grit her teeth as she ground harder and faster on the open cavity. She felt her teachers' nose and tongue swipe by her clit as she pumped and ground. She reached down and grabbed her teachers' ears and hair and forcibly pulled her face deeper into her soaking slit. She violently humped her face as she reached orgasm. With a deep guttural, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," Trisha bellowed in orgasm.

Jenna sucked hard as she felt gushes of warm juice spit repeatedly from the young girl's loin. Her chin, cheeks and face were being coated with girl cum and there was nothing she could do about it. Her ears ached from being pulled upward and her face throbbed as the violent rubbing began to subside. Jenna felt Trisha's grip relax as her orgasm diminished. She couldn't believe that she had just brought a young teen to orgasm in the hallway of the school on her FIRST day! How did this happen? Trisha dismounted her and Jenna started to wipe her mouth when she felt a violent tug on her blouse.

"Stand up, bitch," Trisha growled as she yanked up on the teacher's blouse. When Jenna stood, Trisha pushed her against the wall again and held her there with her fist clenching her blouse. Trisha leaned forward and drove her tongue into the teachers' mouth and swiped it around. She purred, "ooh, I taste good, don't I teach? Don't I?!" she said with a jerk on her blouse.

"Y-yes," whimpered an ashamed and humiliated Jenna.

"Don't wash your face for the rest of the day, understand, bitch?" commanded Trisha. "I want everyone to know that you're mine and I've marked you as my territory."

Jenna felt her heart sink. How humiliating. She was going to have teach class for the rest of the day, red-faced from having Trisha's pussy rubbed across it and coated with dried sticky girl cum. She knew people would surely be able to see the encrustation once it dried and most likely would ask about it. What would she say it was?

Just then the bell rang, ending the period. The three girls adjusted Jenna's clothes in a seemingly helpful manner.

"We'll see you tomorrow teach," said Trisha "and don't forget what I told you."

Jenna quickly tucked in her blouse as the hallway quickly filled with students pouring from their classrooms. Most walked by without giving her a second look, while a few others gave her disgusted looks. She wondered if they could smell Trisha on her face. Certainly her cum still glistened. She could feel it's moisture on her cheeks. She tried to look away from students as she pressed her way through the crowded hallway. She could still feel her own moisture lubricating her thighs as she leaned into the crowd.

Her clouded mind still couldn't take in all the horrible events that had happened to her today and it wasn't even noon, yet. She barely noticed the occasional hand that rode under her skirt and brushed her buttocks and hips. The crowded hallway amassed warm bodies and she was at their mercy as she made her way to the sanctity of her office in the gym.

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