How much more can she take?
Jessie awoke from an insistent prodding to a shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Paula looking at her smiling brightly. Graham had slid out of bed earlier, not by much as his side of the bed was still warm. It had been a disturbing night, for every time he moved she half woke and even when quickly falling off again sleep was troubled by disturbing dreams.
It was a new day with a fresh wave of guilt to face; over letting Jenny down, giving in so easily to Paula's perverse game and most of all, she felt dreadful over sleeping with Graham. He was a student and she had let him take her. It couldn't be called making love for it was more like rutting. A flash of memory made her cringe. She remembered needing it so badly then feeling elated when he entered her body, then warm, comforted and grateful afterwards.
His big arms had wrapped around her small body snuggling her into a bubble of glowing warmth. She woke up too hot but couldn't shake him off like an old blanket for he had her breasts gripped tight. Later she woke up in the night feeling his penis earnestly nudging her bottom, while he murmured nonsense into an ear, still fast asleep yet potent from some dream.
"Enjoy your little reward doll?" Paula asked, with a smirk crossing her face. "Out you get unless you want to wait for him, just incase he's ready for you again," she teased.
The baby-doll nightdress was tucked up around her breasts and the panties were missing, lost somewhere in a corner of the bed. She quickly swung her legs over the edge keeping them pressed together but a wet patch betrayed her, not that anything was a secret to this girl.
Jessie wanted to tell her to leave her alone, even if it sounded petulant. It was an awful thing to say, that she had been given that big hunk of a lad as a reward for being a good girl. She was a mature adult not this girls plaything. She was the teacher not some stupid airhead girl needing supervising and looking after.
Knowing this student was just toying with her made it all the more galling. They had gone past making sure she didn't run away and leave Jenny to face the school authorities, they were crushing her.
Jessie gave up trying to bring a stirring speech together and instead meekly followed the girl into the bathroom. After all she desperately needed to pee.
"Stand there while I set the shower," Paula told her. From last night she knew it was easier to do as she was told rather than suffer more indignities from the weird girl. After letting him have her perhaps Graham might intervene on her behalf by either helping in an escape to her apartment or at least insisting she be given some decent clothes.
Knowing this girl would punish her through what clothes were given was humiliating. She was going to school this morning and dare not upset this young eighteen year old girl or she would spend the day looking like a stupid slut, or worse. She stood waiting in the bathroom for her to adjust the shower wishing she would just hurry up and leave.
The baby-doll hardly covered her hips yet she still pulled at it trying to cover her body. She was leaking so much she wondered if he had filled her up with a gallon of sperm. She leaned forward slightly as though it might hide the terrible evidence of the misbehavior.
She was supposed to be the teacher yet had to take the role of one of the students or be found out and fail the course. After investing a substantial amount and three years of her life to a teachers' college it was imperative to hide her mistake. Jenny had taken her role as teacher then Paula had volunteered to keep her in check, with Graham watching them both.
Paula had other motives too as she wanted to dress Jessie up like one of her dolls. It would have been creepy if it hadn't been so humiliating. With her body hardly covered Graham didn't put a stop to it, he just ogled her while getting more excited, leaving Paula to do as she liked with their teacher.
"Come along doll in you get, let's make sure you wash behind your ears," Paula chuckled. "Well, well, what's this?" she asked. With a restraining hand gripping teachers arm, the girl pointed at the woman's pussy. Graham's cum was seeping over her thighs giving them a glistening sheen.
Jessie was sick with shame that she was leaking and that this student was there to point it out. She closed her eyes wanting to be away from there, preferably some other country would do. She felt a finger dig into her soft flesh and cringed.
Paula had already pushed her around, wearing her down until she gave in to become compliant, all with the purpose of making her into a doll to be dressed up. Another opportunity to weaken her had arisen and Paula wasn't about to throw it away. Scooping out pussy and cum juices on two fingers she held them up under teacher's nose.
It didn't matter to Paula if this was a teacher or anyone else. She had seen the opportunity of taking advantage of someone, making them dress up like one of her dolls and that is all that mattered. "Lick away the evidence of your nasty little dalliance with a student. Go on, get to it, doll," she ordered.
Jessie could smell him under her nose. Paula knew all along but now she could tell Jenny of this degrading moment. It had been said by both the students, if she did as she was told Paul would protect her. That isn't what happened last night, she had been pushed into bed with him and they both knew what would unavoidably happen.
After being worked up all evening they didn't have a hope of resisting temptation. As a result of that big mistake she was standing there in more trouble than ever. The girl pushed smelly fingers into her mouth. As bad as they stank and though it was a disgusting thing to do she sucked on the fingers. Something in her relished the thought of taking his seed into her body.
Again and again Paula scooped up her teachers mess to watch fascinated as the woman licked the smelly fingers. It was the look of contentment with which she sucked them clean that was so enthralling.
"You are such a suck bitch, doll," Paula told her.
Being reminded so often she was just a doll helped her escape responsibility for the inappropriate behavior. Only, it released her standards allowing her to behave all the more badly, requiring her to dig deeper into the roll of being this young girl's doll. To think it was some innocent role play that got her into this mess in the first place was ironic. Or maybe more than that, it was downright hurtful.
Jessie stepped into the shower but Paula didn't step away and with the sound of running water she just couldn't hold on any longer. A noticeable stream of hot yellow piss ran down her legs to mix with the shower where it swirled down the plug hole. Paul watched it as though it were something new to her.
Her breathing quickened until it felt as though she might drown under the spray. Her mind span around and around like the water swirling down the drain. Jessie should be expecting and receiving the respect a teacher was due, yet she was being supervised like a child while naked in a shower taking a pee.
Paula took hold of her hands to gain her attention. "Come on we haven't all day, get a move on," the girl told her.
Paula supervised the shower then dried her body and hair. A hand went between her legs cupping her pussy to test whether or not it needed shaving. In Paula's bedroom she stood waiting while the young girl rummaged around for clothes. It helped to switch off from what was happening to her, thinking of anything else but this deep humiliation. It was hoped Graham might at least appear to mitigate the terrible choice of clothing Paula was likely to find, judging by what had been found for her last night.
It was a mark of how low her moral standards and self esteem had fallen that she stood there so patiently while naked. Even more so that she was hoping a young guy, her student, would come in to the bedroom to help choose her clothes.
Jessie was pleasantly surprised as these were fairly decent garments compared to yesterday's slutty attire. A white pushup fitted bra with a decent pair of white cotton panties was a good start. The wrap around skirt was far too short for a twenty-eight year old teacher but not so unusual for an eighteen year old student. At least the blouse and tie were what might be called regulation, if a uniform was going to be attempted in the last year of school.
***
Paula drove them to school in near silence as they contemplated their day ahead. Paula would have to play things carefully with Jenny to make sure she got to take her doll home after classes.
Graham kept quiet knowing it was going to come out sooner or later, so should he tell Jenny he had slept with the teacher before lunch or during. If she took it really badly nothing much could be said during lessons so he could escape at lunch time. Or would it be better to reveal the truth at lunchtime so he could just run for it if she blew-up.
Jessie wondered about her career, whether this was a sign that she should give it up before it even got started. If this was anything to go by a career in teaching was not for her. Out of so many practice teaching sessions this one was supposed to be easy. Yet she had ended up handing the class over to one of the eighteen year old students and taking her place in class.
It was unfortunate that it happened but she would have to live with the consequences but she wasn't looking forward to another day of humiliation. Sitting in class as a student rather than the teacher was going to be a torment. Just the thought of facing Jenny after letting her down twice was frightful.
