The Marcott Academy V By: Jackie
V
Miz Millie tidied up the infirmary waiting for the naked black girl to recover. When Chantel began to look around the Head Mistress took her feet from the stirrups and got her off the table. Helping the teenager into her robe she asked her how she was feeling.
"Um... a little weak and wobbly."
"But good?" the school's administrator queried.
"Yeah," came the considered reply. Normal feeling was beginning to returning to her legs as her teacher guided her out the door.
"I'm going to take you back to my room," Mildred informed her.
"Let's take the elevator;" she pressed the call button.
During the three floor ascent Chantel's senses returned. She had a strong feeling that she knew why they were going to the teacher's quarters. `She wants to get a better look at me down there... maybe she wants to touch it' the thought made her shiver after the magic feeling the doctor had coaxed out of her.
The girl was impressed with Miz Millie's room. It wasn't really a room it was an apartment. They entered through a short hall with a cloak closet on one side. The hall opened into a nice sized living room. On one wall was a bookshelf made of some light colored wood, a leather sofa and chair took up most of the center part. The large window looked out onto the school's back lawn. At the far side of the apartment Chantel saw an open door that evidently led to the bedroom.
Mildred Brown was struggling with the anticipation. The admission physical had gone well so she now had much more discretion as to the course of the freshman's orientation. Doctor Marcott always wanted the first genital contact with a new student to be in the hands of Doctor Beal. The student's reaction to that situation dictated everything else. The admission physical was perfectly explainable and only progressed to an erotic experience if the pupil was responsive. It was a way of safely testing their receptivity without scaring them and sending them running for their mommies—and who knew where that could lead.
Chantel had been more than receptive.
Miz Millie had a yellow light allowing her to proceed—with caution. Arousal during the medical examination was not proof that the freshman would be susceptible to any other sexual advances, but it was a key indicator. The Head Mistress felt her cunt throb as they entered her lair. Her experienced seductress' wheels were turning efficiently as she suggested the terry towel robe clad little black girl have a seat on the couch.
Suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue, she remembered Miranda and Barbie. I should have gone back to check in with Mandy,' she realized. ....shit!'
The teenager's eyes were roving her teacher's living space; taking in the fifty inch flat screen at the center of the bookshelf flanked by the sound system components and the other shelves occupied by books and knick-knacks.
"Honey there's something I have to do quickly. Just make yourself comfortable and I'll be right back, OK?"
"Uh huh" the seated girl agreed and her host scurried out of the apartment to rejoin her boss.
Chantel made her second visual pass around the room and was considering exploring the rest of the apartment when she spied the TV remote. Pressing the power button the screen lit up with the image of a dorm room. It only took seconds for her to realize it was her room. She knew because she could see the uniform she'd removed after breakfast lying on the bed right where she'd left it, assuming that she'd be putting it back on eventually.
A shudder ran through her as she came to grips with the idea that the Head Mistress could see her every move inside her private space. For no particular reason she pressed the recall button on the remote and immediately recognized Barbie Trent's quarters. Barbie's words came back to her ...don't ever think that they don't know and see everything....' Now she knew what the blonde had meant. She began pressing the channel up button and found she was scrolling through empty dorm rooms. They're all monitored' she concluded.
She was about to switch the TV off when images of classrooms started to appear. `Classrooms too... they've got cameras everywhere'. Once again looking at the unoccupied rooms was of little interest but then an image with people in it appeared. She recognized Barbie lying across the desk with her skirt bunched up under her ribs, wearing nothing else. She couldn't tell who the silver haired head between the senior prefect's legs belonged to.
The teenager blinked several times to be sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.
She's licking her!!!!
It was affirmation of Chantel's sheltered upbringing that the only word she had was woo-woo. That's what her mother had called it, but the girl knew it was baby talk.
`What did Doctor Beal call it?' the only word she remembered was labia. The idea of what that might feel like caused her woo-woo to tremble. The urge to hump something was growing by the second when miz Millie entered the frame.
They appeared to be speaking so Chantel turned up the sound.
Doctor Marcott used her thumb to gently stimulate her partner's clit as she turned her head toward the matron.
"I'm teaching miz Trent the art and joy of restraint," Miranda confided as she continued to strum the prone blonde's love button.
Barbie's head was rolling from side to side and she was moaning pathetically. The Academy's founder had been bringing her to the pinnacle of arousal and then backing off for what seemed like hours.
"I must say you've taught her well, her tongue action is coming along nicely. Good variety and speed changes she really is going to be great one day."
The seated woman turned and applied her tongue to the pink teenaged slit to re-lubricate and then added, "You're welcome to join if you'd like."
The doctor was talking so casually Chantel thought it was as though she'd been interrupted while doing a crossword puzzle.
The Head Mistress was very familiar with her senior prefect's lingual skills and she had a much more unique experience waiting for her upstairs.
"No thanks Mandy. I just came back to make sure everything was OK here. I'm just preparing to do some follow up to Rachel's work with our freshman.
"Oh right! How did that go?" Miranda asked, apparently having forgotten all about Chantel.
Every nerve in Barbie Trent's body was on fire and she was sure she would literally explode any second. Her brain could not take in what the two older women were saying but the fact that they were apparently having this casual conversation while she was on the brink of orgasm was making her crazy.
"It went very well indeed!" Millie replied enthusiastically.
"She squirts!" the Head Mistress added.
"No!" Doctor Marcott reacted in disbelief.
"Yeah, I saw it myself."
"That is exceptionally rare in one so young," the matriarch commented already anxious to review the recording.
"Anyway, as long as you don't need me here for anything, I'm going to continue her indoctrination."
"No you go right ahead dear... but be careful," the Academy's founder warned.
"I'm just going to let Barbie experience the pure bliss of a delayed orgasm then I think she should be allowed the rest of the day to herself. She's had quite a morning. Then I'm going to go back to the house. Rachel will be stopping by before she heads back to the city."
"She's probably already over there," Millie informed her boss as she turned to leave.
"That's OK I won't be much longer."
Watching the exchange Chantel recognized the Academy's founder from her portrait. She looked the same except for the shorter greyer hair. There was something intrinsically thrilling about watching the icon, whose name was on the building, stroking her friend's... labia. The freshman realized that her teacher was on the way back but she continued to watch in excited fascination as the grey haired woman returned her face between the senior prefect's thighs. Her friend was shuddering and shaking when Chantel decided it would be prudent to turn the erotic display off and put the remote back where she'd found it. She was squirming against the terry towel robe between her butt and the seat of the leather sofa when miz Millie re-entered the room.
"Sorry about that Chantel," the Head Mistress apologized as she crossed the room and seated herself beside the excited teenager.
When she felt the coarseness of the wool skirt on her bare butt she was reminded that her soggy panties were in her pocket. The recollection sent a pulse through her pussy which had been on simmering hum for quite some time now.
"Now where were we? Oh yes, I was about to ask you if you understood all the things Doctor Beal explained to you?"
"You mean about the parts of my uh... my uh..." she wasn't gonna say woo-woo.
"It's called your vulva honey" miz Brown supplied the missing word; "and yes that's exactly what I mean."
"I got some of it but then... when she was touching me, uh... down there on my, uh vulva it started to feel um... you know uh... funny"
"By funny you mean different than anything you'd felt before?" Millie asked to clarify.
"Yeah, I started feeling kinda hot all over and my head was... uh... like spinning."
Trying to describe the indescribable sensations was bringing them back—not as intense as when the doctor had been fingering her but powerful enough to make her squirm in her seat again. Looking in her teacher's eyes she saw that look.
She wants to look at me... and touch me' the teenager concluded and she wants it really bad.'
"I think we should go over it again," miz Millie suggested. "Would that be alright?"
"You mean you wanna uh touch me down there on my uh... vulva?"
Chantel didn't really need any confirmation she was quite clear on what the Head Mistress was proposing. She just wanted to hear her explain it again and watch her face as she did.
"Vulva is the correct name sweetie but it's kind of clinical... you know like doctors would say. Most people would call it a pussy or maybe a coochie. There are a lot of more familiar names... but yes I think we should go over the names of the various parts again."
Chantel felt a thrill as she saw the pleading quality in her teacher's expression.
`I wonder if she'll beg?' she thought.
"But you're not a doctor..." the teenager challenged.
"No, but this is part of your first semester health program which I teach, so I'm very familiar with the subject."
That was the understatement of the decade—Chantel's face contorted.
"But... but what if I get all shaky and jerky... uh like when Doctor Beal... uh... I was scared," her quavering voice sounded pathetic.
She remembered waiting for the doctor, how frightened she'd been, it was all she could do not to cry sitting outside the infirmary. She used that now to force the tears to come. It was method acting and she deserved an Academy Award.
When Mildred saw the tears streaming down the teenager's cheeks her heart sank.
`Shit! I thought this was going to be easy,' she cursed. She put her arm around the tearful freshman,
"What happened in the infirmary was that you got aroused," the Head Mistress explained. "It`s perfectly normal. There's nothing to worry about."
"Then I had these feelings... like... like my whole body was on fire or something..." Recalling the experience made the girl shudder and it was hard to maintain the flow of water from her eyes.
"That's what's called an orgasm sweetie, when you get really really excited and then you finally just.... release. I know the first time maybe is a little scary if you don't know what's happening but it was nice too... wasn't it?"
"Yeah," Chantel agreed in a very small voice. She was no longer able to feign crying. She watched the strain on the matron's face as she pleading her case.
"So let's review the lesson, OK" Millie said as brightly as she could.
She didn't realize the desperate look in her eyes was thrilling the little black girl and encouraging her to resist.
"If I let you look and... and touch could I stay in Barbie's room tonight? You know... uh after lights out?"
Miz Brown got the distinct feeling of being manipulated. What the teenager was asking, permission to disobey the rules, wasn't that big a deal—especially when there were only the three of them in the school. Nevertheless Mildred realized it was extortion. The need to get her hands on the fourteen year old black pussy overruled her domineering style.
"Just tonight," she negotiated as she slid off the couch and positioned herself at her student's feet.
Chantel felt a power surge, having won the concession. She did not resist or protest when the older woman unfastened her sash. She was carefully observing miz Millie's face when the halves of the white robe parted and her creamy chocolate colored body was exposed. She recognized the expression, and though she had no word for it, it gave her goose bumps.
"Open up for me darling," the older woman was saying as she pushed Chantel's knees apart.
The initial modesty reflex resisted for a second before the youngster allowed her teacher to spread her legs to the max.
Millie inhaled the sweet aroma of the teen's recent climax, and watched the residual dribbles between the lips which were being pulled apart. The color contrast was captivating. Reaching under the teenager's thighs she pulled her hips forward to the edge of the couch. The Head Mistress ran her finger tip along the edge of the girl's inner lips and asked,
"What are these called?"
Chantel's body tensed at the intimate contact and she groaned
"I... ugh... I don't remember... agh!" She very much wanted to maintain control but the matron's fingers on her pussy were sending pulses of excitement that were overwhelming.
"These are your labia minora... your inner lips," Millie supplied the answer distractedly as she enjoyed the soft slippery flesh under her fingers.
The freshman was determined not to let the situation get away from her, but if the mistress's caresses went on much longer that's exactly what was going to happen. Just before her ability to think completely deserted her she got an idea.
"M...maybe if I looked at y..yours it would be cl...clearer," she stammered.
As much as Millie was enjoying the view and the feel of the teenaged flesh the suggestion sent a thrilling pulse directly to her clit. Her arousal had been at unmanageable levels for hours now. The indiscretion in the infirmary was evidence of how horny she was.
"OK sweetie, if you think it will help," the woman on the floor agreed.
Mildred pulled herself back up onto the sofa as the girl slid off. In a surprisingly coordinated movement they reversed positions. The matron automatically put her butt at the very edge of the seat and pulled the hem of her sensible length skirt up to her waist. She was pleased at the wonderment reflected in the teenager's face as her soft white thighs were exposed.
The girl's eyes were drawn with the ascending grey wool to the juncture where she found the very tiny remnant of her teacher's pubic hair crowning the closed crease. Millie paused a second before very slowly opening her legs.
Chantel watched the mature womanhood gradually exposed with excited anticipation. Her teacher's sweet musky fragrance filled her nose and for reasons she couldn't yet understand made her coochie twitch.
The girl impulsively ran her fingers over the plump protrusion of Millie's mons and down the outside of the full outer lips. Miz Brown bit her lip to suppress the moan that rose in her chest. Chantel was feeling very confident and in control as she offered, "These are the labia majora... right?"
"Uh huh," the mistress confirmed in a guttural grunt.
She watched the tiny brown hand circle her throbbing sex like a tantalizing feather. When the girl's fingers traced over the protruding inner lips there was no stopping the moan that erupted. Miz Millie's eyes involuntarily closed so she missed the smile of satisfaction that briefly lit up her student's face. Her eyes flickered open in time to see that the youngster had gotten to her knees and was preparing to use both hands.
"And these are the labia minora," Chantel announced confidently while grasping her teacher's interfolded lips and pulling them apart.
The tugging of course pulled on the integrally connected clitoral hood and sent a wave of erotic sensation washing over the unbearably excited matron. The kneeling girl was pleased with the steady hum of pleasure that was coming from her victim.
"Is there a freshman prefect?" the teenager asked.
Mildred could scarcely believe her ears. `Why would she ask a question like that now?' she wondered, but the little black girl was pulling more insistently on her pussy lipd and the question was swamped by the sensations being generated.
"Yeees..." she managed to gasp.
"How do you choose them?" Chantel returned as she began running a finger over the inner part of her teacher's slick crease.
"After... uh, the first week or so I... uh...oh... just pick a girl who... oh God... seems right for the... ugh.... job."
The delicate little fingers exploring her most sensitive places made it hard for the mistress to think much less speak.
"Would you choose me?" the dark skinned teenager asked as she continued to pet her teacher's womanhood.
Millie felt manipulated again.
Asserting her authority she replied through clenched teeth, "I don't know yet sweetheart."
The girl's face was so close to her throbbing clit now that she felt the sigh engendered by her non commitment.
Chantel continued to play to her teacher's joy. Inside the fourteen year old's head the wheels were spinning. The intervening silence seemed to last quite a while but in fact it was only a minute before the girl spoke again.
"Sometimes girls kiss each other here, don't they?" The fingers dancing on her weeping labia made it very clear what the freshman was referring to.
The Head Mistress strained to make an affirmative grunt.
"If I kiss you here, then can I be a prefect?"
Millie's brain was wallowing in a thick soup of arousal. The teenager's tender inexperienced touching and caressing had raised her to a level where the idea that the progression could be interrupted was completely unacceptable.
`I can't let her get her own way like this!' the matron resolved.
Then the little pink tongue flicked tentatively over her clit. The wave of tremendous heat that enveloped her washed out all rational thought.
"Can I?" Chantel repeated and applied a swirling action to her lingual assault.
Mildred knew she was beaten.
"Yes... YES!" she wailed out her capitulation.
"Oh goodie!" was the childish remark that preceded the full on application of black lips and tongue to the mature spongy flesh.
The Head Mistress would later wonder how the sexual neophyte knew what to do, but she did it with zeal.
Chantel had no idea what she was supposed to do so she did everything she could think of and then repeated. The sounds her teacher made encouraged her and she wanted to deliver even more pleasure. The kneeling girl recalled how the ultimate sensations were achieved when the doctor had touched her clitoris.
`That's the key,' she concluded. Wrapping her lips around miz Millie's pea sized glans she sucked and licked for all she was worth.
Each heat wave hotter and stronger than the last racing up the mistress's body sent her over the precipice she had been poised on for hours. Her hips heaved and her legs stiffened as the orgasm exploded in her head. The intense pleasure turned quickly to something else and she pushed the girl back to stop the something else from damaging the blissful aftershocks that had already begun.
Twitching and reveling in the powerful climax the Head Mistress clutched her own womanhood. Pressing on her post orgasmic mons seemed to extend the heavenly plateau she was sailing over.
When she was finally able to open her eyes again she saw the fourteen year old sitting at her feet, pussy juice glistening on her adorable smiling little face. The recently appointed freshman prefect crawled up on the couch beside her teacher and embraced her. Miz Millie wrapped her arms around the girl. She'd been with hundreds of teenagers and none of them had affected her like this. She had a depth of feeling for the Academy's newest student that really surprised her.
"Can we move my stuff to the prefect's room later?" Chantel cooed into the Head Mistress's neck.
`This one is going to be a handful,' Millie realized.
"Sure honey, right after we finish our lesson," the teacher replied lowering herself to the floor once again.
Next (chapter VI the finale): Chantel reaches the pinnacle
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