Date: Thu, 3 Dec 2015 19:47:32 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Marcott Academy 2

The Marcott Academy II
By: Jackie


       Barbara Trent was twiddling the controls of the X-box when the
freshman showed up. The older teen glanced out of the corner of her eye but
played on distractedly. She'd had an opportunity to inspect the freshman
when she'd opened the door and admitted the Williams family to the lobby
and a briefer one when she delivered the new girl's luggage to her
room. She also knew that one way or another miz Millie had just stripped
her naked for pre enrolment inspection. Barbie was a senior and there was
very little about the goings on of the Academy that she didn't know. In her
wildest dreams she even pictured herself coming back to join the staff,
though that would be, of necessity, at least fifteen years in her future.

       With her attention more on the dark skinned teen than the brightly
lit screen her game character was dead in no time. Chantel had taken a seat
in a comfy tub chair opposite the couch where the senior focused her
attention, well some of it, on the fifty two inch plasma screen mounted on
the wall. Barbie was sitting on the very edge of the sofa and twisted to
the side slightly to get square to the TV. When the game over sign came up
the freshman apologized "I'm sorry if I distracted you and made you get
killed."

       "Nah," Barbie assured her. "It wouldn't have mattered I suck at
these games," she said and put the controller on the coffee table.

       "I'm not very good either," the thirteen year old confided. "As a
matter of fact I don't even like playing very much."

       "Me neither," the older girl agreed. "That's part of the reason I'm
no good at it but there isn't much to do around here before the other girls
arrive."

       "Why ARE you here?" the black girl asked, then considering her
station, "if you don't mind me asking."

       "I'll be the senior prefect this year and miz Millie asked me to be
here a few days early for orientation. I was the junior prefect last year
so I pretty much know what's expected, but my parents could only drive me
up on the weekend, so here I am." While the pony tailed blonde explained
Chantel was again taken by how much she resembled her famous plastic
namesake. Her cute delicate features, golden hair and large blue eyes were
a good start, but the prominent bust and an otherwise remarkably slender
figure really solidified the resemblance. The fact that Barbie was also
tall did nothing to detract from the similarity.

       Miz Trent was taking a closer look at the new girl too. She was
trying to envision what an African American pussy looked like--she'd never
seen one. As a matter of fact the senior was dying to see the whole
package. She wondered how Chantel had done with miz Millie. She'd heard of
about every reaction possible to the introductory strip. Some girls
modeled, some were scared out of their wits, some even cried, but the
process was the process. Barbie knew how everything was supposed to work,
she didn't always know why.

       Sitting diagonally across from and appraising the younger girl's
figure the prefect was starting to feel that hunger—the one that had
really begun early in her first year at Marcott. It was a powerful urge to
eat every pussy that she came in contact with. Knowing the rules forward
and backward had its disadvantages. Newbies were strictly off limits. No
messing around with the freshman was permitted until near the end of the
year. It was one of her duties to ensure the seniors abided by that, among
other rules. Of course it was a given that she lead by example, but there
was nothing in the rules that forbade teasing and determining the level of
interest of the first year students. It was with this subversive thought in
mind that she twisted sideways on the couch, facing away from the flat
screen and toward her fellow student. Barbie put her feet up on the couch
and began to rock her knees open and closed as they talked.

       The girls were exchanging the usual introductory stuff, where are
you from, what do you like to do etcetera. The dark skinned girl was
finding it harder and harder to concentrate as her new friend's pink lipped
pussy kept coming into view. Chantel hadn't realized it up until now but
she was fascinated by the prospect of seeing a white pussy. The tingly
feeling between her legs was back and she knew that her pillow was in for
another serious humping before the day was out. The senior's lack of
underpants didn't shock her she'd done it often enough herself. What did
come as a surprise was the absence of pubic hair. The black teen was
certainly aware that some women shaved down there but she associated it
with porn stars and lingerie models. It never occurred to her that a girl
her age, well slightly older, might do it.

       Barbie was satisfied with the reaction she got. She saw her
classmate's expression change and the direction of the dark skinned girl's
gaze was unmistakable. The moving of her legs back and forth was providing
enough stimulation to get the older girl's juices flowing.

       `I wonder what she would do if I just reached down and started
fingering myself?' but at the same time she knew it was too dangerous. She
did know that as soon as the black girl was declared legal she was gonna
have a go.

       "Have they told you when your medical is yet?" the teasing blonde on
the couch asked.

       Chantel's heart skipped a beat

       "Medical?" she echoed

       "Yeah they do a thorough physical examination on all freshmen before
classes start. They check everything... believe me," Barbie said feeling
her pussy twitch recalling her own entry examination.

       "No... Nobody told me anything," the thirteen year old said
nervously.

       Seeing that she'd upset her new friend the older girl said "It's not
so bad, a lot of girls wind up enjoying it," Chantel was wondering what the
sparkle in the blonde's eye meant when miz Brown interrupted them.

       "I see you two found each other," she commented. Barbie immediately
adjusted her position to stop showing off her girlhood but it was too
late. The Head Mistress shot her a knowing glance. "Dinner at the regular
time in the staff dining room ladies," she announced and proceeded down the
stairs to the first floor.

       "You're in for a rare treat Chantel," the senior girl said watching
the matron disappear. "This'll probably be the only time you get to see
much less eat in the staff room."

       Barbie picked up the game controller again and said "Wanna see who's
worse?"

       The girls spent the rest of the afternoon giggling at their own
ineptitude in manipulating the electronic images. Chantel was delighted to
have been able to get chummy with the senior prefect. At one point the dark
skinned gamer had snatched victory from the jaws of defeat and her older
opponent had given her a firm shove, knocking the smaller younger girl flat
on her back on the sofa. The freshman squealed out her surprise but quickly
realized that the violent action caused her short plaid skirt to flip up on
to her tummy, exposing the tight cotton crotch of her panties. The younger
girl was fascinated by her playmate's reaction. The doll like blonde froze
and stared at the white triangle between the smooth brown thighs. The look
on her face was unlike anything she'd seen before—pure unvarnished lust.

       Chantel got that special feeling again, the one she was not yet able
to define, but that was very exciting. It was just like when miz Millie had
been taking her underpants off before her shower. She wanted to show her
friend more. `I bet she wants to see my coochie bare,' the thirteen year
old decided. `I could just pull the crotch over and show her. I think
that's what she wants,' the thought made her dizzy. `I bet I could make her
do stuff if I promised to show her like... like... beg.'

       It seemed like a long time that she was laying there with her
panties on display but it was actually only a few seconds. Barbie was using
every ounce of self control not to dive on the youngster's cotton covered
treasure and drink her fill from its fountain of delightful juice.

       `Fuckin' rules!' she cursed in her mind.

       She might have been willing to risk it were it not for their
solitary situation. Miz Trent was only too well aware that there were at
least three cameras trained on them at that very moment. With no other
activity going on, if Doctor Marcott was watching anything, she was
watching them. The penalty would certainly be loss of her prefect role and
humiliation in front of her senior classmates when they arrived next
week. Still it was almost too tempting to pass up. The blonde took some
pride in her self-discipline and turned away from the tantalizing
spectacle. Chantel was of course not aware of the rule and was confused by
her playmate's sudden shift of focus. Maybe she'd misunderstood the
look. In any case she righted herself on the couch and the pair started a
new game.

       At a quarter to seven Barbie put her game controller down and said
"time to wash up for dinner."

       The second floor washroom was a duplicate of the one on the third
floor that the dark skinned girl had been taken to by miz Millie. The
colors were different but the lay out was identical.

       Ten minutes later the teenagers entered the main dining
room. Chantel was aghast at the size. Nine round tables with six place
settings each were loosely spaced in the high ceilinged room. The white
table linens and the sparkling silverware made it look like the most
elegant restaurant she could envision.

       "This is where we usually eat," her guide commented as they passed
between the tables toward the back wall. The senior opened a door at the
rear of the dining hall providing the pair access to a much smaller
room. This one had an elliptical table with seating for eight. There were
only three places set with similar looking linens and cutlery. One place
was set at the head of the table. There were places set to the left and
right on opposite sides.

       "This'll be your seat," the prefect indicated the chair on the left
side of the trio. Chantel pulled the chair out and started to
sit. "No... No not yet!" the older girl exclaimed and Chantel was surprised
by the panic she heard in Barbie Trent's voice. The older girl went around
the table and stood behind her chair at the right hand of the head. The
pretty blonde seemed to be standing almost at attention. Chantel mimicked
her posture as best she could behind her own chair. The longer they stood
there the stranger it felt to the black girl who really didn't know this
kind of formality even existed until Roberta had come into her
life. Minutes passed in silence.

       Mildred Brown entered from a different door than the one the
teenagers had used. "Good evening ladies," she greeted and took her place
at the head of the table.

       The little black girl looked from the Head Mistress to her fellow
student and back. Miz Millie seemed to be examining the place settings
while the older girl stared pretty much blankly into space. At long last
the Academy's Administrator said, "You may be seated."

       Each of the girls took their places and miz Brown rang a tiny silver
bell that sat opposite the water glass of her place setting. Within seconds
an attractive young woman who appeared to be in her early to mid twenty's
entered the room from yet a third door. The server wore the classic black
dress and white apron and was carrying three salads. Chantel was
amazed. She didn't think this kind of thing actually existed outside very
old movies. The server placed the leafy salads in front of each of the
seated women and stepped back.

       `Did she just courtesy?' the dark skinned diner pondered as she
picked up her fork. Glancing at the senior student across the table she was
greeted with a panicked expression and a firmly shaking head. The adamant
negative made the younger girl put down her fork and look toward the
matron. She was starting to get the message. Miz Brown was now studying the
plate of greens that had been set before her. Apparently satisfied the Head
Mistress picked up her second smallest fork and stabbed several of the oil
coated leaves. Chantel saw her fellow student still waiting. The
administrator started chewing the mouthful of salad and nodded her
head. Simultaneously Barbie picked up her fork and the server retreated
back through the door from which she had entered.

       "Did you have a pleasant afternoon getting to know one another?" the
administrator asked after washing down her first bite.

       The blonde girl finished chewing and took a sip from her own water
glass before affirming that they had.

       Chantel had come to the conclusion that she should speak only when
spoken to, and so continued with her appetizer. She was going to have some
adjusting to do she realized.

       The three women finished their salads in silence. Chantel was hungry
and finished first. She set her salad fork on the plate and looked across
the table again. Barbie seemed to be pacing herself. The black girl was
dumbfounded again when the senior prefect raised the final forkful of her
appetizer at exactly the same time as the matron.

       `This is crazy,' the thirteen year old concluded.

       Matron Brown tinkled the silver bell again and the dark haired
twenty-something appeared as if by magic. The salad plates along with their
dedicated forks were removed back through the service door. The woman in
the classic maid's costume reappeared so quickly carrying the three dinner
plates that the younger teen though there must be two of her. `How could
she have had time to put the salad plates down and pick up the entrées
in that short a time?'

       The first steaming plate was placed in front of miz Millie. A
grilled chicken breast in gravy like sauce, topped with interlaced French
cut green beans, sat beside a scoop of white rice capped with a sprig of
parsley. To complete the meal a pile of baby carrots sprinkled with fresh
dill made for a very appetizing presentation. They dined in silence and the
freshman paced herself admirably in spite of how delicious everything
was. She only had to stop completely and wait at the very end to accomplish
the apparently expected task of finishing simultaneously with the matron.

       A third and final tinkling of the bell brought the server back this
time with a snifter of cognac in her hand. She set the fine brandy in front
of the Head Mistress and cleared the table with amazing speed. Chantel took
her cue from the senior across the table and sat back with her hands
quietly folded in her lap. Miz Millie swirled the amber liquid and inhaled
the nutty bouquet before taking a small sip.

       "We will observe standard lights out at ten tonight," the matron
informed the girls. "Barbie you'll show Chantel around a little tonight so
she can begin to feel at home. I'll have your dessert delivered up to the
second floor common room in about an hour."

       The moment she stopped speaking miz Trent pushed further away from
the table and rose to her feet. The freshman copied her actions.

       "Sleep well ladies. Miz Williams you have a big day tomorrow, Doctor
Beal will be here to do your physical." The administrator took another sip
of her cognac signaling that she was done speaking.

       "Good night, Miz Millie," the senior girl offered as she started
toward the door. Chantel echoed the sentiment and followed her leader.

       "You did really well in there little one," the older taller girl
said when they reached the main hallway. "Some girls don't seem to get it
for a while. You're obviously a bright little thing."

       The blonde put her arm around the shorter black girl's shoulder and
gave her a sidelong squeeze. Chantel felt the well developed breast squish
against her upper arm and was surprised that she suddenly had a strong
desire not only to see them but to touch them. They certainly weren't as
big as Roberta's, but on the prefect's slender frame they were most
definitely impressive.

       For the next hour Barbie took the freshman on a tour of the Academy,
weaving in and out of classrooms and labs until the younger girl was
thoroughly lost. Noting the time miz Trent informed her charge that they
should head up to the common room for their dessert. The girls enjoyed
their pie and a thermos of hot chocolate that was waiting for them. By the
time they finished it was nearly nine o'clock.

       "I'm gonna go to my room and read for an hour before lights out,"
the senior girl announced as she rose from the couch.

       "Can I... uh... come with you?" the black girl asked. Chantel saw
the look of puzzlement on Barbie's face and added "I just... I feel kinda
lonely..."

       "This is the first time you've ever been away from your folks isn't
it?" the younger girl nodded blushing. "Sure you can hang out in my room
until bedtime" the prefect agreed before taking into account how much
pressure she was putting on her will power.

       They were already on the floor with the rooms of the junior and
senior girls so Barbie led her little brown friend down to the end of the
hall where her room was located. Chantel was surprised at how much larger
the room was than hers. She guessed it was twice as big and it had its own
little three piece washroom.

       Seeing the freshman's reaction she said, "senior dorm rooms are a
little nicer than yours huh?" Chantel nodded as she continued to survey the
terrain. "This one is bigger than the others. That's about the only real
compensation I get for my prefect responsibilities" Barbie continued. When
the younger girl's eyes returned to her host she had to stifle a
squeal. The older girl was shedding her blouse. Reaching behind her back to
pull the cuffs over her hands caused her hooters to thrust out against the
thin cotton of the simple everyday bra. She may have been able to prevent
the sound from escaping but there was nothing she could do to disguise her
wide eyed expression.

       `So you're interested in tits are you little one?' her host was
thinking as she took longer than necessary to pull her hands free from the
sleeves of the white oxford style blouse.

       Chantel felt some kind of a surge between her legs. It was that
feeling that made her wish she hadn't left mister Muggs behind. Barbie
tossed the shirt into the canvas hamper that sat on a frame in the corner
of the room.

       "You gotta be sure to only put your stuff in your own laundry bin,"
the senior cautioned, "that's how they keep things separated. Every Friday
morning you take the full one down to the service room I showed you and
Anna will give you another one for the next week."

       Barbie was unhooking her bra. The younger girl was holding her
breath. The twin mounds of pubescent perfection that came into view when
the senior shrugged the underwear off made Chantel's head spin. The cotton
cups were just a cover, no support was needed. The rounded cones were
amazingly white with a large rose petal colored areola capping each of
them. They stood out from her host's chest literally defying
gravity. Barbie posed momentarily before tossing her bra into the canvass
sack. The cute little jiggle of the older girl's magnificent breasts during
the throwing motion made the black girl's pussy twitch.

       "Oh fuck it feels good to be free" the blonde announced and began
squeezing and massaging her tempting melons. The older girl never took her
eyes off the freshman's face.

       Chantel watched the older girl's small fingers digging into the
pliable flesh and she wished they were her hands. Her own little cones were
tingling and she felt a sympathetic twinge in her nipples when the older
girl captured the rose petal crowns between her fingers and the heel of her
hand and tugged them firmly outward.

       Barbie was starting to feel the heat building in her crotch. She
would have loved to dwell on her nipples but it was dangerous. She took a
furtive glance at the wall sconce and decided to spin her plaid skirt
around until the hook, button and zipper were at the front. Swiftly
unfastening the waist band she was stepping out of it only seconds
later. She laid the tartan on top of the blazer over the back of the
chair. Chantel already knew there were no panties under the skirt so she
wasn't surprised when the hairless mons came immediately into
view. Checking the younger girl's reaction Barbie had to smile.

       Chantel felt a series of bumps on her mons, or was it inside she
wasn't sure, it felt like it was thumping in time with her heart beat which
was quite rapid at that moment. She didn't realize that her mouth was open,
only that she was not getting full value out of each breath. When the
blonde's bald vulva came into view the black girl was slightly
disappointed. She'd hoped to verify her older classmate's true hair color
but there was not a single strand to be found around her pouting sex.

       Barbie plopped herself on her bed, sitting with her back to the
headboard her tits jiggled wildly as she plumped up the pillows behind
her. The younger girl felt her knees go weak as the senior sat cross legged
opening the petals of her cunt to reveal the shocking inner pinkness. A
warm wave rushed up her body and the clothed teen found that though she was
trying not to stare her eyes were riveted to the beautiful sight.

       `I've never seen a white pussy before,' Chantel was thinking. `I've
never seen any except my own.'

       She wanted to throw herself face down on the bed and crawl right up
to the delicate flower of her friend's girlhood... and do what—she
didn't know. Her own pussy was twitching more violently now and she wanted
to grab it and squeeze it but she just stood there admiring the stunning
white body.

       "Aren't you gonna put your... um... night gown on?"

       "This is my night gown," the prefect giggled. "I just love to be
naked... don't you?"

       Chantel hadn't spent a lot of time looking at Barbie's face since
the strip tease began, but whenever she had the older girl's expression had
made her feel like she was being manipulated. The blonde had been wearing
this condescending smirk that made the dark skinned girl feel like she was
being taunted—or something.

       The expression had changed. The younger girl now saw something
completely different in her host's eyes. She didn't have a word for it but
she thought she knew what it meant. `She really wants to see me naked'
Chantel concluded. The word she didn't have was lust. As if to confirm the
thirteen year old's suspicion Barbie said:

       "Why don't you try it?"

       The nervous little girl felt something snap down inside her
panties. The first time she'd shown off her body was only hours ago, and
the thrill she got from it was fresh in her mind. A wave of something else
came over her. `I wonder if I could make her beg?' the black teen
thought. `She's been teasing me... wouldn't it be only fair to turn the
tables?'

       "Uh, I don't know I think maybe I should go to my own room now."

       The look of disappointment on the senior's face was worth the price
of admission.

       "No, no don't go yet!" the naked girl on the bed pleaded.

       Chantel thought she detected just a bit of panic in her host's
voice. She wasn't far from correct. For the prefect, showing off her body
and in particular spreading her legs for the neophyte was generating a very
pleasant hum in her girlhood that she didn't want to end.

       `Getting her naked would be icing on the cake, but I'm not allowed
to do anything with her so maybe it's better if she doesn't strip... but
I've never seen a black pussy and I really want to...' the conflicted
thoughts running through Barbie's head were displayed on her beautiful
face.

       "You don't have to take everything off if you don't want to," the
senior revised her suggestion, "but wouldn't you be more comfortable if you
got out of your skirt and blouse?" Chantel felt the power surge again and
interpreted the lewdly exposed young woman's concession as a victory.

       "Well I guess if I'm gonna stay it's not right for me to keep ALL my
clothes on," The freshman agreed as she began unbuttoning her blouse.

       The older girl found herself holding her breath as the white shirt
finally parted and her guest shrugged it off her milk chocolate colored
shoulders. Chantel was proud of the expensive bra with its delicate lace
trim. She was pleased that her guide seemed to like it too.

       The older girl's eyes fixed on the cotton covering the brown
cupcakes and thought `she's gonna need a bigger one soon' noting how the
`A' cup was filled to capacity. The younger girl continued with her skirt
and in less than a minute she was standing beside the desk in her
underwear—ten feet from the nude blonde on the bed.

       The contrast and the novelty of the white lingerie against the dark
skin were generating delightful little pulses between the blonde's
legs. She had never thought much about women of color before but now she
was intrigued to the point of obsession.

       "Come sit on the bed with me," she invited patting the space in
front of her.

       Chantel complied willingly.

       The pressure and heat from down below were becoming quite
distracting. Having only half the bed to work with the dark skinned girl
had really no choice but to mimic the cross legged sitting position of her
host. She was immediately aware of how this stretched the crotch gusset of
her panties against her very hot pussy. Barbie's eyes widened and the
scantily clad youngster knew what they were focused on. She had to glance
down just to confirm what she already knew. The thin cotton was embossed
with her girlhood. Every detail was revealed. The lascivious exposure sent
an electric current through her whole body. To make the situation even more
arousing the pressure of the underpants against her plump mons made her
want to wiggle her hips. It wasn't as much pressure as she usually got from
mister Muggs but combined with the sight of the incredibly pink and wide
open crease she was looking at between her companion's thighs the
stimulation seemed roughly equivalent.

       Chantel felt her nipples stiffen and knew that they would now be
showing through her bra. The two students sat facing each other
appreciating the view for almost a full minute before Barbie broke the
silence.

       "It looks like your nips are just as perky as mine," the blonde
observed and began squeezing her taught pegs between her thumb and
forefinger. "Doesn't it feel great when you squeeze them?" she moaned.

       Simultaneously both pussies threw a little spasm. Barbie's was quite
a bit more powerful driven by her nipple stimulation. Chantel found her
mouth inexplicably watering watching the deep pink pegs turn nearly red
under the pressure from the older girl's fingers. Without thinking her hand
came up and cupped her chocolate mounds through the white cotton. She let
her thumbs tease the tender buds that were dimpling the fabric outward and
recalled the scene in the shower a couple of hours and a lifetime ago. Her
eyes drifted down to the hot pink crease where she was amazed to see a
thread of clear thick fluid dangling and inching its way toward the
bedspread.

       `I know I get really wet down there when I hump my teddy but I don't
think it would actually pour out of me,' she wondered.

       Her classmate was rocking up almost onto her knees, and in a pitiful
pleading tone whispered "let me see them."

       The blonde's hands were on the lace shoulder straps of the black
girl's bra, pulling them down. When they cleared the points of the younger
girl's shoulders Barbie continued tugging but since Chantel was still
cupping her own breasts the cups couldn't come off.

       "Pleeese" the older girl begged. Her dark skinned guest lowered her
hands permitting the very fair skinned young woman to flip the cups inside
out below the pert little mounds.

       Barbie groaned as the plump areolas the color of semi-sweet
chocolate came into view. The center button stood out over a quarter of an
inch and was so engorged that it was nearly black. The freshman was feeling
that power surge again when the intensely erotic atmosphere was disturbed
by an electronic sounding gong. The teenager with the rapidly dampening
white panties pasted to her vulva looked at her host for an
explanation. Five seconds after the first chime there was a second.

       "Nooooo!" Barbie wailed and her shriek was punctuated by a third
tone.

       The older girl glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand; it
read five minutes to ten. Chantel thought she had not seen anything as sad
as the look on her playmate's face in a long time.

       "You gotta go," the blonde said with resignation.

       The gong sounded again.

       "That's five minutes to lights out." The freshman scooped her bra
back into place and dismounted the bed quickly grabbing her discarded
clothes in time to hear the fifth and final signal.

       Much of the excitement in her host's eyes had been replaced with a
sort of anxious disappointed look. The blonde's sparkling blue eyes met the
deep brown of the black girl's and for just an instant they smiled at each
other before the younger teen exited the room and scampered up the stairs
to her third floor quarters.

       Breathless more from excitement than exertion Chantel stood with her
back against the closed door. The uniform flew toward the desk; the bra and
panties went in the general direction of the hamper. In twenty seconds the
brown thighs were clamped mightily around the pillow and pumping like an
old steam engine trying to get up a mountain. It felt good but it wasn't
enough. She humped and humped until exhaustion not relief finally stopped
her. Consciousness slipped away and she stayed like that the rest of the
night.

 Next (chapter III): Barbie gets disciplined for breaking the rules



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