Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2015 18:00:40 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Marcott Academy 3

The Marcott Academy III
By: Jackie

Personal comment:

The response to this story has been extremely disappointing. If it weren't
already finished and polished, ready for posting I'd probably not bother
anymore based on the complete absence of feedback. But it is and only owing
to the fact that it's no more work for me than sending an e-mail you'll get
to read the rest of it.

If you were hoping for any new material from me I'll point out that the
last time I got this discouraged I quit writing for about four years.


III


       Barbie Trent was worried about what she'd just done but you'd never
know it to look at her. The sixteen year old, who resembled the doll with
the same name, lay on her bed masturbating. Her left hand gripped the
prominent red peg atop her right breast and pulled on it until the very
firm round breast flesh was distorted. Three fingers of her right hand made
quick little circles at the top of her saturated vulva. Occasionally the
troubling digits dipped down between her open wings and scooped up some of
the freely flowing juice to lubricate rapid stroking of the bulging
clitoral hood. Her head rested on the pillows and behind her closed eyes
she saw the chocolate cupcakes that adorned Chantel William's chest. The
deep deep brown areolas with the almost black center standing out were the
first black tit's she'd ever seen. The prone and naked blonde imagined that
the freshman's pert cones tasted like the milk chocolate treats that they
resembled.

       The founder of the Marcott Academy turned up the sound until she
could hear the squishy wet sounds the girl's fingers were making over the
teenager's labored breathing. The senior prefect's dorm room had five
cameras instead of the usual two that provided live video and audio feed
from the other student's bedrooms. The sleeping quarters were a little too
large to get full coverage from just two, so Doctor Marcott had three
installed. Two more provided complete coverage of the ensuite bathroom.

       She sat back in her viewing chair idly stroking her bald vulva for
the third time that day. The first satisfying climax had come when her head
Mistress had made the new student strip down and shower. The second had
been generated by the scene only ten minutes ago in Barbie's bedroom when
the senior girl had persuaded the delectable thirteen year old to strip
again. Arguably this was just a continuation of that session and the sixty
year old didn't think she had another orgasm in her at the moment. Never
the less she continued to caress the protruding lips of her womanhood
mimicking the actions of the naked blonde on the screen.

       The two previous climaxes had been produced entirely from the
visual. What was maintaining Miranda Marcott's level of arousal now was
mental. She knew the senior prefect would have to be punished for violating
the rules. The anticipation of that discipline now rekindled the throb in
her pussy.

       Even as Barbie was closing in on her goal the anxiousness about her
transgressions sapped her arousal. To shock herself out of the annoying
impasse she pulled the foreskin back on her clit and ran her finger tip
directly over the exposed glans. She knew this sensation was too
intense. Her hips reflexively bucked and a sharp electric jolt shot into
her abdomen. Allowing the hood to slip back into place she slapped her
throbbing mons three times before returning to the highly effective rotary
stimulation on the outside. She was so close. Just as her excitement
threatened to turn to frustration the vision of the black girl's cunt
tattooed on the white cotton of her panties came into her head and that did
it. A wave of tremendous heat enveloped her and her head went spinning into
that magical place. She clutched her trembling mons with both hands and
rolled onto her side. Floating on the tranquil sea of post orgasmic bliss
her fears of the punishment she was due evaporated into the mist.

       In little more than a minute the regular deep breaths told Doctor
Marcott that the girl was asleep. The Academy's founder looked at the firm
round pubescent backside for another moment before turning the monitors
off.

       >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

       Chantel fought her way through the thick fog, struggling toward the
light. In her head that annoying gong was sounding again and she put it
down to a bad dream; but it wouldn't go away. She realized she was cold,
that's when she knew that the electronic tone was real. Her little brown
body was so tightly wrapped around the pillow that it took some effort to
separate herself from it. Rolling to her back she blinked several times
before her eyes would focus on the large green numbers—6:00 AM.

       It wasn't her clock. It wasn't her bedroom. She blinked some more
before the reality of where she was sunk in. A flood of memories from the
day before washed through her sleep dulled brain with amazing speed and
clarity. The streaming video maintained its chronology, so as her brain
completed the jerky replay the vision near the end was of Barbie Trent
sitting naked on her bed with her pussy dripping. The visual sent a jolt to
the dark skinned freshman's pussy and she had to put a hand down there
immediately.

       Chantel was grossed out by the crusty crunchy mess of the normally
soft black hair that surrounded her intricately interfolded lips. She
really needed to bathe but she couldn't resist bringing her exploratory
fingers to her nose to sample the slightly stale aroma of last night's
arousal. She had never done this before and she was surprised that the
scent caused her pussy to twitch.

       The chilled feeling persisted. She reminded herself to pull the
cover over herself next time as she pried her nakedness out of the rumpled
bed. Yesterday she hadn't noticed the white terry towel robe hanging at the
opposite side of the closet that contained the skirts, blouses and blazers
of her uniforms. Now she was very grateful to discover it.

       Wrapping herself in its soft warmth she made her way out the door of
her room and down the hall to the marble lined bathroom. Slipping into the
stall—the same one she'd been in yesterday with miz Millie, there was a
moment of déjà vu. The embarrassing but simultaneously exciting strip
tease she had done flashed through her mind. Standing under the warm
invigorating spray she recalled the troubled almost panicky look on the
Head Mistress's face just before she had excused herself.

       Soaping her upper body first the teenager was unable to stop her
slippery fingers from repeating the nipple play that she had surmised would
please the voyeuristic matron. The black buds dripping white suds reached
their full extension in no time. Head back, eyes closed playing with her
titties the image that appeared was the lustful expression on Barbie's face
from last night. Instinctively Chantel knew that her classmate wanted to
suck on them. Just imagining what that must feel like made her clamp her
thighs together in response to the thrilling pulse that shot through her
tummy.

       `I don't have time for this,' the freshman lamented, and accelerated
her bathing process.

       When she came to the black hair covering her mons she tried to go
very gently attempting to wash the crusted pussy juice away without
increasing her state of arousal. It was no use. `I've really got to go
inside a little to do it properly,' she recognized.

       Soapy fingers parted the inner lips and Chantel rubbed the soap up
and down her crease in two or three rapid strokes. The sensation made her
head spin and she had to reach out and support herself on the tiled wall to
keep from crumpling to the floor.

       `I should do that instead of humping the pillow!' the realization
excited her imagination. She wondered when she would have time to try
it. `This isn't like home,' she reminded herself as she splashed the water
rinsing her pubes as gently as she could.

       Satisfied with the cleansing job she turned the water off and
toweled dry. With her cozy robe back on she used one of the permanently
connected hair blowers to dry her shiny black hair.

       It was a mess. `It'll take me half an hour to make this mop look
decent.'

       Deciding she didn't have that much time she combed her chin length
hair out and tied it in pig-tails. She grimaced at the reflection in the
mirror. `I look like I'm about eight again!'

       She always hated to wear her hair this way because it made her young
face look even younger. Accepting that it couldn't be helped if she was
going to be on time for breakfast she scurried back to her room. The
freshman did a quick job of straightening her bed before hurriedly
dressing. Looking at the clock she realized it was only five to seven and
breakfast wasn't until seven-fifteen. `I did OK for time today but when
there are a dozen other girls trying to use those showers... it's gonna be
hard.' Right then and there she decided to always be first. She had
gathered that being late for anything around here was something you just
didn't want to do.

       She sat back down on her bed and felt relieved that she was ready
early. On a whim she picked up her pillow and sniffed it. `Whoa!' she
thought `I definitely left my mark here.' The fragrance from the pillow had
the same affect that sniffing her fingers had earlier. A small but
noticeable tremor rumbled between her legs.

       Unsure of the protocol the thirteen year old descended the stairs
and knocked gently on the senior prefect's door at couple of minutes past
seven. Barbie opened the door in her underwear. The older girl looked
distracted and more than a little nervous.

       "I'm almost ready," she said leaving the door open and retreating to
her closet to fetch her uniform. Chantel couldn't help but admire the round
backside snuggled in the tight white panties. The senior dressed quickly
and the unlikely pair stepped into the hall at ten after.

       "Is anything wrong Barbie?" the black girl couldn't help asking in
light of her friend's subdued demeanor.

       "I'm gonna be in big shit for last night," the blonde replied as
they started down the stairs to the first floor.

       "Why?" the freshman asked incredulously. "We didn't do anything and
besides how would they know?"

       "Oh they know!" she assured her shorter companion. "Don't ever think
that they don't know and see everything." Barbie's knotted stomach clenched
again, afraid she had now given away another secret that the freshman was
not supposed to learn for a while.

       "OK so they know we were sitting on your bed... so what?"

       "Fraternizing with freshman like that is against the rules," the
prefect explained. "What I did was stupid!"

       They were crossing the main dining hall headed for the door to the
staff's room so the conversation ended somewhat abruptly. The girls stood
behind their chairs respectfully waiting for the Head Mistress. When the
older woman entered the room Chantel glanced across the table to see
Barbie's eyes downcast apparently looking at something in the middle of the
table. She did not raise her head or look at the matron as the older woman
crossed the room.

       "Good morning ladies," she greeted them cordially. They wished her
good morning in unison. "I trust you both slept well."

       "Yes miz Brown," the black girl chimed.

       Barbie sort of mumbled a response that was covered by the freshman's
clear reply. The question was largely rhetorical anyway. The server did her
amazingly efficient job again and Chantel was able to synchronize her
eating much more easily this time. Barbie mainly poked at her food and ate
very little. As the dishes were being cleared the Head Mistress commented

       "Not very hungry this morning miz Trent?"

       "No mam," the blonde confirmed without looking up. Mildred Brown
dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin. Then she turned toward
Chantel and said:

       "Doctor Beal will be here by eight-thirty. As soon as you've brushed
your teeth, you should go to your room and take everything off, put your
robe on and report to the infirmary. Do you know where it is?"

       Chantel thought her heart had stopped. She had forgotten about the
physical altogether.

       "Yes mam, I know where that is," the younger girl responded shakily.

       "Good," miz Millie congratulated as she rose from her chair. "And
miz Trent you will come with me."

       The black girl thought she heard the tiniest of groans escape the
senior as they got to their feet. `We've certainly both got our crosses to
bear this morning,' she thought as they all exited through the main dining
hall.

       Chantel took the stairs while her classmate followed the matron down
the hall. The younger girl couldn't afford to think about what was going to
happen when they arrived wherever they were going. She was suddenly glad
she'd spent some extra time cleaning up her pussy.

       `Maybe she won't even look down there,' but she quickly corrected
herself. `Then why do I have to take everything off? Of course she's gonna
look down there.' The senior's words from the day before came back to
her... "They check EVERYTHING..." she had said.

       Suddenly a crippling thought struck the youngster. For a moment she
froze on the stairs holding onto the railing for dear life. `What if the
doctor is a man?' The doctor's name was Beal that's all she really
knew. The very thought nearly made her cry. "Don't be such a baby!" she
said out loud in her most Roberta-esk voice and continued to her room.

       Barbie was familiar with only one form of punishment at the
Academy. She would have been surprised to know that there actually were a
couple of others that she had never seen or experienced. The discipline she
had undergone and seen was spanking. There were three levels. Level one was
a bare hand, level two was a wooden paddle and level three, the one that
really scared her was a cane. Within each level there were of course a
variable number of strokes. She had seen a senior girl get three strokes
with the cane when she was just a freshman herself. The poor thing had
screamed as if she were being killed. Barbie heard through the grapevine
that her ass hadn't stopped bleeding for almost a week. It was a rumor and
it was false but it certainly served to enhance the deterrent. She had
resigned to the conclusion that she had lost her senior prefect position
she only hoped that she hadn't also earned a caning to boot.

       Miz brown held the door of the classroom open and waved the nervous
girl inside. The blonde sixteen year old was surprised to see Doctor
Marcott sitting in the front row. The Academy's founder wore a very
expensive looking grey business suit and a black high necked blouse. Her
short silver hair still had traces of auburn in it. The matriarch did not
look around as they entered. The Head Mistress closed the door and without
a word pointed toward the front of the room. Barbie felt her legs growing a
little shaky and she consciously corrected her posture.

       `You brought this on yourself' she scolded `now take your punishment
like the strong confident woman you're supposed to be when you graduate
next spring... Anyway you should be thankful. If this had happened next
week you'd be receiving your punishment in front of the whole class.'

       They arrived near the instructor's desk and turned to face Miranda
Marcott. "Hello Barbie, how are you?" the Academy's founder said in an
amazingly pleasant tone.

       "Ugh... I've been better mam," she answered looking at the floor
somewhere between them.

       "I take it you know why we're here then."

       "I... I think... I... yes mam," the teenager finally decided to be
succinct.

       "So you know that your little tryst with miz Williams last night was
quite out of bounds," the doctor stated the charges.

       "Y...yes mam," the teenager was nearly sobbing, her head still down.

       "Look at me when you're speaking!" the seated matriarch commanded
sternly. When Barbie looked into the still very pretty face of the sixty
year old she was shocked to find what she thought were the traces of a
smile. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" She might have added
`before I pass sentence' but that would have been melodramatic. The
teenager was totally unprepared for the opportunity to defend herself.

       "I... I... didn't actually touch her," the prefect said meekly.

       "No that's true you didn't. The lights out warning saved you from
smashing the rule to bits instead of just bending it to the breaking
point," Doctor Marcott agreed in principle. "You really wanted to eat that
delicious little black pussy.... didn't you?"

       Cornered with absolutely no way out the blonde replied:

       "Yesss"

       "So do we all!" the matriarch admitted, "but you don't realize how
much damage you can do by rushing things. That's why the rule is
there... to keep the students from meddling before the staff has an
opportunity to lay the correct foundation. Do you understand?"

       "Yes Doctor Marcott," the nervous teen acknowledged looking her
judge and jury directly in the eye. The seated woman looked into the
frightened girl's eyes for several long seconds. To Barbie it felt like
minutes.

       "I am going to regard this as a serious level one offence. The
penalty shall be five strokes," the doctor pronounced "...per side of
course." The teenager could scarcely believe her ears—level one! Not in
her most hopeful dreams had she even prayed to have the punishment below
level two. Ten slaps on the ass with a bare hand—it's nothing. She felt
like jumping for joy.

       "I have decided to make your punishment light for two reasons," the
matriarch continued. "First and most important is your excellent
record. You will retain your senior prefect role in the coming year, by the
way. The second is the remarkable restraint and self control you eventually
demonstrated. You could have just as easily ignored the curfew, which is a
relatively minor offence compared with the one you were poised to
commit... but you didn't. So it is that your punishment befits an evening
of poor judgment." On completing her explanation the Academy's founder
stood up. Miz Millie spoke after having remained silent throughout the
exchange.

       "Take your panties off and bend over the desk," the Head Mistress
commanded.

       The teenager reached up under her kilt and tugged the white cotton
down her shapely thighs. Kicking off her black pumps she guided the
underwear over her knee sock encased calves and feet. When she stood up
again she couldn't figure out what to do with her underpants, so she just
kept them in her hand and turned to bend at the waist resting the weight of
her upper body on her elbows.

       "Put your feet wider apart," the matron demanded. Barbie complied
and she had never looked more like her namesake doll—straight legged and
jackknifed at the waist.

       "Miz Millie is going to administer five swats, and I am going to
deliver the final five," Miranda Marcott told her subjugated pupil.

       As the Academy's founder uttered the words the Head Mistress raised
the girl's skirt and laid the plaid pleats on her lower back, exposing the
round pink pubescent derrière. Miranda and Mildred looked at each other
and smiled. Barbie felt the matron's hand on her right cheek, she lowered
her head just a little preparing for the initial sting, and realized that
she now had her face buried in her own panties. Under the clean freshly
laundered smell was her own scent. Inhaling deeply she felt her pussy
twitch as her delicate fragrance filled her nostrils.

       Doctor Marcott had by far the better view standing directly behind
the teen she was treated to the magnificent sight of the bald pink vulva
peeking between the tops of the girl's slender thighs. Miz Millie's hand
did not strike her, but rather began caressing her satiny cheek in a slow
circular motion as if exploring her target. The combination of the exposed
position, the sensual aroma in her nose, and the gentle exploration of her
sensitive butt was causing the youngster's girlhood to send urgent signals
to her brain.

       `Oh God... I hope I don't get all turn on like last time,' she
prayed.

       Whack! The first blow was struck and the compromised young woman
couldn't suppress a squeal of shock and pain. It really stung. Barbie knew
that vocalizations in these situations were frowned upon so she bit the
crotch of the cotton underpants she was holding to stifle herself. The
matron followed the same process with her other cheek, gently caressing the
entire hemisphere before administering a resounding slap. This time the
girl was able to muffle the sound effectively, but now she tasted the
minimal secretions that had deposited on her underwear during the hour or
so that she had been wearing them.

       Miranda and Mildred admired the perfect bright pink hand print on
each of the girl's buttocks. The Head Mistress's unique spanking style was
repeated on the right globe again. A slow thorough exploration followed by
a firm whack. Back to the left, same actions... WHACK. When the fifth blow
from the Head Mistress fell on her left cheek Barbie realized that tears
were streaming down her cheeks. Her stinging burning ass was painful but
her pussy seemed to be enjoying the impacts.

       There was a brief pause as the adults reversed positions. Doctor
Marcott's hand felt smaller and softer as it explored its target. The
circles the matriarch made were also larger. Perhaps miz Millie's spanking
style wasn't so unique after all. The smaller hand went a little lower on
the down stroke the long fingers brushed the top of the jackknifed
teenager's thigh. On the up stroke they traveled much more to the inside,
passing up her inner thigh and missing the plump outer lip of her vulva by
fractions of an inch. Barbie's pelvis involuntarily moved toward the
caressing hand unconsciously trying to cause contact with her tingling
girlhood. The Academy's founder completed the spiral exploration and
administered the first of her five spanks. It wasn't nearly as forceful as
Mildred's had been, barely more than a love tap. The process repeated on
her right cheek and once again the doctor's fingers came so tantalizingly
close to her vulva that Barbie had to bite the panties again this time to
suppress a groan of arousal. Slap! came the gentle impact.

       The firm pats seem to change the sting to a maddening tingle that
enveloped her pelvis including her mons. Her ass felt really hot but the
pre-spank caress cooled it some. Prior to the third strike the upward
portion of the butt rub actually did contact the tender flesh of her outer
lip. Barbie had begun sucking her saliva back out of her underwear. The
fourth love tap was about the same. The teenager's tears had stopped. There
was still a noticeable sting from her glowing red cheeks but it was
overshadowed by the tingle. In preparation for the final blow Miranda's
hand drifted about an inch further toward the girl's midline which caused
her fingers to very briefly and lightly trace over the teenager's
protruding inner lips. The pleasurable sensation was so intense that the
senior prefect was unable to completely stifle the groan. The final impact,
if you could call it that, was the lightest of all.

       `It's over! I survived!' the teenager rejoiced.

       She was unsure of the protocol so she didn't move. Although in a
very real sense she was enjoying the spanking she did not want any
more. She caught sight of the charcoal skirt and the lower part of the blue
academy blazer and realized that the Head Mistress had come around the
desk. Miz Millie took hold of her forearms just above her wrists with a
firm grip.

       "The punishment is over honey," the matron confirmed but Barbie
realized that she wasn't supposed to move, couldn't move, as long as the
Head Mistress held on to her arms. An instant later she felt a slender
finger trace up the center of her crease with enough pressure to slightly
penetrate the delicate folds. The invasion started just above her clit and
traveled smoothly up over her perineum until it gently stroked over her
tightly puckered anus.

       "Aahhgghh..." the teenager groaned at the unexpected and highly
erotic stimulation.

       "She's so wet," she heard the Academy's founder voice from behind
her.

       Barbie felt the evidence of her pussy juice being smeared on the
pretty pink rosebud between her red throbbing buttocks. The Head Mistress
had leaned down to the level of the desk so that her face was now in the
teenager's hair. Millie's mouth, very close to her ear whispered:

       "Doctor Marcott can make you feel better.... would you like that?"

       Meanwhile the sixty year old behind her was drawing the insanely
arousing line from below her clit to her asshole again, this time with
enough pressure to cause the tantalizing digit to penetrate the outer folds
up to the first knuckle. Barbie wanted to scream YES but what came out was
a guttural and largely unintelligible groan. The matriarch's finger made
lubricated little circles around her previously unexplored rosebud before
zeroing in and applying enough pressure cause the very tip of her finger to
penetrate the virgin opening.

       "Awwemmmmm" the blonde softly wailed.

       "Would you like Miranda to make you feel all better? The matron
rephrased her question and punctuated it by sticking her tongue into the
senior student's ear.

       Waves of pure pleasure rolled and crashed in the teenager's pelvis
like nothing she'd ever felt before. The sharp tingling sting of her hot
butt cheeks seemed to play a background symphony to the doctor's gently
titillating fingers. One of those experienced digits had now twisted its
way into her butt hole up to the cuticle. The girl momentarily regained her
command of the English language

       "Oh... oh yes... oh God YESSS!" she squealed. At about the same
moment a finger of Academy's founder's other hand began to make a rapid
wiggling motion on her prepuce. Miz Millie was holding her upper body down
so teenager had very limited mobility but her hips were gyrating as much as
they could.

       Suddenly all the pressure was off her. The Head Mistress no longer
had her pinned to the desk and the maddening fingers were no longer probing
and stroking her most sensitive regions. For an instant she felt totally
abandoned. Then hands were on her shoulders encouraging her to stand
up. Her back felt stiff as she was gently rotated to face the school's
administrators.

       Barbie was surprised at the ease with which the matron lifted her
onto the desk. The cool wood felt soothing on her well-tanned tushy. Her
head was spinning from arousal and she felt disoriented from the change of
position but when she looked down she saw the short auburn highlighted
silver hair of the matriarch's head between her knees.  The Head Mistress
was deftly and quickly unbuttoning the senior prefect's blouse.

       Doctor Marcott's hands started at Barbie's knees and slid up her
inner thighs slowly, catching the hem of her skirt and pushing it along
ahead of her exploring hands. To the senior prefect it felt like a
crescendo playing on all her senses. Miz Millie was pulling the white
blouse back off her shoulders and down her arms. It was convenient that the
sleeves turned inside out and the cuffs simply slipped over the girl's
little hands. When the kneeling woman's hands reached their target she
lifted the skirt exposing the juicy pink slit.

       "Hold this," the matriarch commanded holding the hem of the plaid
skirt against the teen's abdomen. At the same time the Head Mistress was
pulling the bra down her arms and off. Mildred was admiring the magnificent
round gravity defying cones she had revealed still holding the white cotton
blend bra in her hand. Barbie accepted the responsibility of keeping her
kilt out of the way, grasping the hem of the pleated wool with both hands
and holding it up against the bottom of her ribs.

       The doctor used her thumbs to part the plump outer lips, further
exposing and spreading the thin wings. The Head Mistress slipped around
behind Barbie and reached under her arms. The older woman's head was on her
shoulder looking down the girl's heaving chest. Mildred cupped the mounds
testing their firm resiliency.

       The doctor seemed content at the moment to continue her visual
exploration of the dribbling pubescent cunt. The experienced old dyke began
to focus her attention on the bulging prepuce at the apex of the shiny
inner lips. Pulling up and out on the fleshy vulva she was rewarded by the
girl's clitoral glans emerging from its cover. The red navy bean sized peg
was sticking straight out and looking eminently suck-able. The heady sweet
aroma of adolescent arousal swirled around her in a vortex—drawing her
in.

       Miz Millie was pulling on the tender pink nubs that stood out half
an inch from the puffy round areolas. The attention to her nipples was
sending ever stronger jolts of joy to the distended peg that the good
doctor was examining with her expert eye. It was less than a minute, but to
the excited teenager it felt like hours before the silver auburn streaked
head finally moved forward. The long highly skilled tongue made its first
bottom to top sweep of her throbbing labia. The upward swipe stopped just
short of the erect organ at the top. Barbie felt like the little button was
going to explode. Waves of intense pleasure were washing over her from the
repeated strokes of the matriarch's tongue and the matron's incessant
tugging and twisting on her sensitive nips.

       She was on a plateau where there was nothing in the world but the
erotic stimulation. Her head was spinning out of control and she wished the
ecstatic feeling would last forever. The doctor's tongue strokes had become
longer and it now touched and flicked the exposed rigid nubbin at the top
of each swipe. Every time the kneeling woman's tongue made contact with her
clit a spike of electric energy shot through her. The steady humming moan
that was emanating from her throat would be punctuated by a sharp squeak
each time her love button was directly contacted. Each squeak signified a
step up from the plateau toward the precipice where the real world ended
and heaven began.

       The experienced lesbian between her legs recognized the tightening
of the leg muscles and the subtle but rapid twitching. She slowed the pace
of her stroke which had the inverse effect on the girl's climb to ecstasy;
it accelerated. Many years and many pussies enabled her to judge the exact
moment to suck the throbbing clitoris between her lips. Sucking and licking
the rigid glans with her tongue she had to firmly hold the teenager's hips
down to prevent being knocked over backward by the force of the
thrusts. Millie was very helpful in not allowing the thrashing youngster to
get any leverage from her upper body.

       Surprisingly part of the magic of the ultimate orgasm was knowing
when to stop. Too soon and the pinnacle was not fully achieved, too late
and excess stimulation wound up detracting from the experience. Stopping
the stimulation at precisely the right moment was one key, the second was
knowing what else to do. Miranda had found that, although it wasn't
universal, most women found firm pressure at the top of the mons, on the
root of the clit not the tip, extended the thrilling freefall from the
precipice. It acted like a thermal up draft on a hang glider. Timing was
everything, and the Academy's founder was a master of it. At precisely the
right moment she released the clit and put the heel of her hand against the
writhing teenager's plump spongy mons, pressing until she could feel the
ridge created by the engorged clit through the fleshy padding. The deep
moan that replaced the screaming proved that the technique was working.

       Barbie was sailing out over the landscape on a cloud of pure
joy. The intense explosion was more powerful than any she had ever
experienced and now she seemed to be riding along on the blast wave. There
was a feeling of weightlessness like riding the mythical magic
carpet. There were no aftershocks or convulsions like she usually felt,
only a gradual smooth gliding into a pool of bliss. She also felt her upper
body being lowered. The shock of the cold hard desk top against her
shoulders and eventually the back of her head was a poor substitute for miz
Millie's nicely padded chest. Her vision was blurry but she caught sight of
the grey skirt partially covered by the blue blazer pass by the side of the
desk.

       "I gotta go Mandy," the Head Mistress informed her boss who was now
resting on her right hip and hand on the tile floor, her face smeared from
her chin to just below her eyes with the teenager's thick fluids.

       "Have fun," the Academy's founder replied as she began to get to her
feet. "I know I will."

       `I'm sure I will too,' Millie was thinking as she closed the
classroom door behind her.

       Doctor Marcott rounded the desk.

       The spent senior girl was laying across the desk, her legs dangling
on the classroom side and her head resting on the very edge, almost off the
far side. Miranda raised her skirt revealing that there were no barriers
above the intricate elastic design on the tops of her thigh-hi
stockings. Looking up Barbie had an unobstructed view of the matriarch's
full mature vulva.

       "Show me what you know sweetheart," the sixty year old said as she
separated her own folds.

       The Head Mistress hurried down the hall toward the infirmary. The
outer door was open. In the little ante room the adorable dark skinned
freshman sat in her white robe on one of the four chairs looking as nervous
as a virgin bride on her wedding night. The matron flashed the teenager a
reassuring smile before rapping on the inner door.

       "Come..." an authoritative voice responded from the other side.
Millie entered the office-examination room and closed the door behind her.

Next (chapter IV): Chantel has her admission physical and Miranda Marcott
exhibits her impressive self-control to Barbie Trent's amazement.

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