Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2016 18:33:42 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Marcott Academy 4

The Marcott Academy IV
By: Jackie

IV

       Head Mistress Mildred Brown entered the office-examination area of
the infirmary to see Doctor Rachel Beal sitting behind the desk with a thin
folder open in front of her. The physician rose from her chair and greeted
the school administrator warmly.

       "Millie it's good to see you again!" she said embracing the shorter
woman.

       The matron was already sexually on edge, so the pressure of the
doctor's firm breasts pressing high on her chest gave her a
thrill. Watching the school's founder give the senior prefect a going over
had left her longing for relief... relief she knew was quite a while
away. If that wasn't bad enough the Head Mistress was more than cognizant
of the visually erotic scene she'd have to make it through before she'd
have any opportunity to satisfy the pressing need between her legs.

       "It's good to see you too Rachel," Millie returned as they
parted. "It's a shame you had to make the trip all the way out here for one
girl."

       "Oh, it's no problem. Mandy and I have some catching up to do
anyway."

       Rachel had graduated the Academy over twenty years ago. As a matter
of fact she was one of the first crop of superstars that had put the
institution on the map. Her rapid rise in her profession to the Head of
Pediatrics at a prestigious local hospital made her a valuable ambassador
and alumna. Being a former student, combined with her appropriate specialty
and the fact that she was local made her the ideal choice as the school's
designated physician. Mildred had arrived at the school the year after
Doctor Beal left for pre-med. She knew that the Academy's founder had a
particular soft spot for those early graduating classes when she herself
had performed the function of Head Mistress and taught language arts.

       Chantel sat in the ante room shivering. She wasn't cold, the terry
towel robe, although it was all she was wearing was warm enough. The chill
was deeper inside. She had forced the idea that it could be a male doctor
completely out of her mind but the thought of being so personally looked at
and probed made her skittish. Even though she was apprehensive about the
process she was having other feelings that didn't belong. She had a hard
time actually defining what she felt but it was similar to the feelings
she'd had when Roberta had helped her with her new underwear and again when
she was showering in front of miz Millie. Those feeling seemed to
eventually lead to the urge to visit mister Muggs, or his surrogate—her
pillow.

       Doctor Beal looked skinny in the white medical coat. It wasn't the
best color for the fair skinned blonde. Mildred did not envy the
physician's sender figure but it did make her feel heavier in contrast. The
Head Mistress was by no means short at five foot six nor were her `C' cup
breasts out of proportion with her voluptuous figure but she felt the
doctor looked more elegant. Topping five foot eight, her round `B' cups
rode so high on her chest that they looked bigger because of her height and
svelte frame. Watching the leggy doctor reshuffle the papers in the
freshman's file miz Brown could feel the under-addressed need in her pelvis
rumbling. Apparently satisfied that she was ready Rachel looked up and said
"I guess we should get started."

       Millie opened the door and stood with her back to it, facing the
nervous looking teen. "Come on in now dear," she said with a strained
smile.

       The invitation sent a jolt through her so Chantel rose on shaky legs
and entered the examination room. Doctor Beal had approached the door and
greeted her young patient.

       "Hi I'm Doctor Beal... how are you today Chantel?"

       "Ugh... OK..." the teen replied and her nervousness was palpable. It
was not new or unexpected for the school's medical advisor. She put her
hand on the girl's shoulder and reassured her

       "I'm not going to do anything painful to you so just relax... OK?"
She would like to have said or embarrassing but that was a matter of
opinion. The reassurance didn't seemed to help much. "Do you mind if miz
Millie stays to assist me?"

       Chantel hadn't thought about anyone else being there and immediately
glanced at the Head Mistress who was standing quietly beside the door she
had just closed. To the freshman the expression on the matron's face looked
like the one she'd been wearing when she'd excused herself from the shower
stall yesterday—strained and anxious.

       "I... I... guess so... I mean... I guess it's OK," the girl
responded realizing that at first she had answered the wrong question.

       "Good!" said the doctor. "It'll make things go a little quicker if I
don't have to stop to make notes."

       Rachel put both her hands on the teenager's shoulders and stooped so
they were eye to eye. Chantel looked into the doctor's amazing green eyes
and pretty face recognizing the somewhat concerned expression. In her most
caring bedside voice Doctor Beal said "I can work around your robe, but it
will make things much easier if you take it off... if you're not too shy
that is."

       A swarm of butterflies took flight in the trembling girl's stomach
at the request. She looked from the doctor, who was peering into her wide
brown eyes, to the matron standing by the door and back. The little black
girl was speechless.

>>>

       Meanwhile in the History Room Barbie was lapping vigorously at the
juicy vulva hovering over her head.

       Miranda Marcott had her feet wide apart and a little flex in her
knees, in total control of the stimulation—just the way she liked
it. She enjoyed looking down on the not quite naked form of the senior
prefect almost as much as the girl's talented if inexperienced tongue
working tirelessly in her slit. The prone girl still had the tartan skirt
covering her midriff, other than that Doctor Marcott had a scrumptious view
of the sixteen year old's abundant charms. She was very much looking
forward to taking another turn with the blonde's adolescent perfection. The
Academy's founder had not decided whether to let her pupil bring her all
the way to orgasm yet.

       The Academy's Founder liked to tease herself and her playmates,
taking herself... or them... just to the brink and then pulling back. She
had found over the years that if you did this a few times a week that the
orgasm when it was finally released was magnificent. Other times she would
cum three or four times in quick succession. That was pleasant too, but
what she called mini cums were not the thunderous mind blowing climaxes
that the denial could produce.

       Her thoughts were straying to Rachel Beal, who by now she estimated
would be thoroughly exploring the silky black body of the newest recruit to
her school. Doctor Beal was a long-time favorite and a cunnilingest
extraordinaire. Miranda was tempted to forgo the immediate pleasure
available from Barbie Trent in favor of a more explosive reward later. She
knew the school's physician would be more than ready for some satisfaction
after she got through with the specially designed admission physical. It
wouldn't be the first time she'd had sex with her medical consultant while
watching the replay of one of her examinations.

>>>

       Chantel looked from one authoritative woman to the other. `She's a
doctor' the teen reasoned. `She's probably seen so many naked bodies that
she doesn't even care anymore... and miz Millie... well she already saw it
all yesterday... so what's the big deal?' The logic may have been sound but
it was still a lot easier to think it than to actually agree to parade
around naked.

       Watching the teenager's nervous indecision Rachel provided an
out. "If you're too shy that's OK sweetie."

       "Uh... uh... no it's... it's OK..." Chantel agreed.

       Doctor Beal sort of hoped the girl did not hear or recognize her
sigh of relief. It was a critical phase in the admission exam process. If
the freshman could be convinced to get naked it set the tone for the rest
of the process.

       "Wonderful honey!" Rachel gushed; over doing the praise just a
bit. "Let me explain what I'm going to do."

       The magnitude of what she'd just agreed to was still settling in to
the youngster's mind but the phrase `...what I'm going to do' seemed to
stir up the butterflies again. They'd never completely settled down but
when they swarmed, like now, Chantel felt overwhelmed. The fluttering wings
moved all around inside her tummy and seemed to be gradually flying lower
toward her... well you know.

       Doctor Beal pulled the desk chair over so she could be at eye level
with her patient and take the strain off her back. "Part of the examination
is to make sure that you're all healthy," she explained searching the
concerned brown eyes, "and the other part is to get you acquainted with
various parts of your own body... it's sort of the beginning of your health
curriculum that miz Becky will continue when the semester begins next
week."

       The girl had not been expecting any educational content to the
examination and it intrigued her. She did love to learn.

       "Can we take this off now?" Rachel asked very slowly uncinching the
belt of the robe so as not to startle the freshman.

       As she watched her only covering being opened Chantel had those
funny indescribable feelings well up again. Miz Millie had taken up a
position behind her so when the doctor separated the front of the terry
cloth robe the Head Mistress was Johnny-on-the-spot to pull the thick
fabric back and down the little brown arms. Doctor Beal's expert eye
assessed the teenager in one sweeping glance.

       `She's in stage four for sure,' she concluded noting the breast
development and pubic hair as the key indicators. She already knew from the
file that Chantel had begun to menstruate a year ago so everything was
progressing exactly according to the norm. The pubic hair wasn't thick
enough to prevent the seated woman from getting a tantalizing view of the
interfolded labia minora peeking past the outer lips. The doctor moved her
hips very subtly on the chair to massage away the mounting pressure.

>>>

       Mandy Marcott made her decision and dismounted the young blonde's
energetic tongue. She had reached a level of arousal that made her want to
apply her fingers to her pounding vulva but it would have been easier to
just let Barbie finish the good job she was doing. It took a considerable
amount of self-control to step away from the delightful tonguing so close
to an eruption. The Academy's founder dropped her skirt back down and
looked at the perplexed senior prefect's face.

       "Did I...do something wrong?" the teenager asked nervously.

       "Oh no sweetheart," Doctor Marcott assured her, and as if to prove
the point she took hold of the girl's plump breasts and squeezed
them. "Sometimes at my age you just decide to save it for later." Miranda
knew Barbie would not understand the statement but she also knew she could
try to explain it all day without getting a better result.

       Barbie felt like a failure. She'd never had anyone prematurely stop
her voluntarily before. She did recall a couple of times getting
interrupted and the agonizing feeling of the unfulfilled arousal. She
simply was unable to comprehend anyone doing it deliberately.

       Right now Doctor Marcott's hands on her, up `til now neglected
boobs, felt so good that she slid back into her own excitement. `It's not
like I wasn't willing to finish her,' she reasoned—then the pleasure
spikes from the matriarch's fingers pinching and tugging her nipples
shutdown her conscious thought processes. She allowed her body to simply
glide into the wonderful feelings.

       `God she's got a great set,' Mandy thought and just for a moment was
afraid she let her arousal go too far. The tremor that erupted in her pussy
from manipulating the teenaged boobs was threatening to become a
spontaneous orgasm. `Oh no you don't!' the Academy founder commanded and
with astounding mind body control quieted the accelerating throb in her
clit.

       She paused everything and focused solely on suppressing the climax
for several seconds. When the crisis passed she returned to her tittie
play.

       The sixty year old enjoyed voyeurism and toying with the youngsters
almost as much as when someone was pleasuring her. The feel of the full
fleshy pubescent jugs in her hands was reward enough at the moment.

       Barbie was also making her enjoyment known through a steady stream
of grunts and moans.

       When Miranda rounded the desk she took the wheeled chair with
her. "Why don't you play with your own boobies some more," she said taking
a seat between the girl's still splayed thighs. "I think your butt needs a
little more soothing."

       The matriarch lifted the teen's legs onto her shoulders and leaned
forward. Miz Trent thought she was going to faint when the older woman's
tongue made contact with the inside of her butt cheek and began to track
toward her anus.

>>>

       In spite the doctor breathing on and rubbing the sensor of the
stethoscope in her hands the disc was still cold when it made contact with
her chest. Chantel stared straight ahead trying not to think about the fact
that she was naked because it made her crotch ache.

       Mildred who was probably in the worst shape of all stood silently
watching the impossibly round brown butt and feeling like her pussy was
going to explode. It was even worse than yesterday in the shower. Doctor
Marcott had tried to teach her the art of delayed gratification but frankly
she found it almost impossible to do. She had to admit that when it
happened by accident like this that the eventual orgasm was spectacular,
but there was no way she could withstand this need if there were any option
whatsoever. She moved to the side of the examination table and was able to
press her aching mons up against it which helped a bit but she knew it was
temporary relief at best.

       The Head Mistress was grinding her longsuffering pussy up against
the hard steel edge of the bed when Doctor Beal had the girl turn around so
she could listen to the teenager's back. The matron saw those delectable
chocolate cupcakes again with their semi-sweet, nearly black, crowns and
she bit her lip trying to hold on. Fortunately Chantel had her gazed fixed
on the far wall not on the school's administrator. The expression on the
teacher's face would surely have scared the nervous freshman. Miz Millie
was unable to tear her eyes off the perfect little brown body. Her eyes
tracked to the semi erect nipples and her mind superimposed the teenager in
the shower strumming the licorice gumdrops.

       That did it!

       She tried vainly to cover the deep groan with a cough but her legs
buckled and she had to hold on for fear of falling on the floor. The second
wave of her orgasm was more powerful than the first. She knew she'd made a
noise but by now she felt her panties flooding and her head was spinning
out of control. As soon as the waves of pleasure allowed her brain to
function she imitated a coughing fit. The matron did not really see the
look of rebuke that shot from Rachel's eyes or the touching look on
Chantel's face when she held her hand up and bolted out the door.

       "Is she OK?" the naked teenager asked with sincere concern

       "She'll be fine," the doctor guaranteed in an ironic tone.

       `What the hell has gotten into her!' she was thinking. `She's been
involved in these exams for the last couple of years... she'd never lost
control like this before.' Rachel was puzzled and a little pissed. She
didn't know the highly erotic scenario the matron had attended just before
arriving at the infirmary, nor was she aware that the color of the girl's
skin was a factor.

       "We'll just carry on," Doctor Beal recommended. "I'm sure she'll be
back once she's been able to compose herself."

       After repositioning the scope a few more times on her back, the
doctor said "OK Chantel, now I need to have you lying down."

       Rachel guided the teenager over to the exam table and lifted the
naked little brown body onto the hard paper covered surface.

       "Just lay back and relax dear," the doctor advised.

       Chantel followed orders, except for the relaxing part—the
butterflies were swarming very low down now.

       The girl was recalling all her previous experience with doctors;
limited as it was. She had never had to take all her clothes off
before. The most her pediatrician had done was to peek very discretely
under her shirt and under the waist band of her bottoms. Chantel was quite
surprised at the effect it was having on her.

       "I am going to examine your breasts for any irregularities now,"
Doctor Beal announced and began palpating the firm little mound with her
fingers.

       She worked the spiral technique until she reached the black
protruding center, and immediately reprised the procedure on Chantel's
other breast.

       "This is something you'll need to begin doing yourself at least once
a month," the older woman commented as she made her ever tightening
spiral. "Miz Becky will be showing you how to do it as part of your regular
studies, so there's no need to take the time to do that now."

       The doctor retreated to the desk and made some scribbles on the
freshman's chart cursing Mildred under her breath.

       In the staff washroom Mildred brown stripped off her saturated
underwear feeling ashamed. `I should be professional enough to be able to
control my impulses better!' she scolded herself. If this breach of
protocol got back to Doctor Marcott there'd be hell to pay. She dried and
cleaned her pubic region carefully.

       The climax she'd had did little to reduce her state of arousal and
she didn't want to make things worse. The thought of fingering herself to a
more fulfilling orgasm crossed her mind, but allowing that she was already
in dereliction of duty she decided she didn't have the time. She rolled her
wet panties into a length of paper hand towel and stuffed them into her
blazer pocket. The bulge was noticeable but not unacceptable. Next she
checked the front of her skirt. There was a damp mark, but on the charcoal
grey it was fortunately not too evident. Fluffing her short brown curls she
wished she had her purse so she could freshen up her face but she didn't so
it would have to do. Smoothing her skirt and blouse she exited the restroom
and headed back to work, not looking forward to facing Doctor Beal.

       When she sheepishly re-entered the infirmary Rachel was examining
the teenager's abdomen. She was pressing firmly on the silky brown skin
assessing each of the abdominal organs and watching her patient's face for
reactions indicating tenderness. The doctor looked at her assistant with an
icy glare. The Head Mistress dropped her eyes with a remorseful expression
as she joined the physician on the opposite side of the table.

       "Feeling better?" the doctor asked meaningfully.

       "Uh huh... yes," the matron replied looking up. She was relieved to
see the glimmerings of a smile sneaking through the physician's stern
expression.

       Rachel put her hand gently on the teenager's midriff and made a
soothing circular motion. "You're doing really well sweetheart," she
praised, "and so far everything is perfectly fine."

       The feel of the satin adolescent flesh under her fingers sent a jolt
to Doctor Beal's womanhood. Looking at her assistant with a more
compassionate expression she said, "Miz Millie, please check off all the
abdominal organ evaluations on the chart as unremarkable."

       Chantel heard a puzzling metallic sliding sound followed by a
clunk. The sound was repeated a second time and the doctor took hold of her
right foot and placed it in a metal bracket that had a crocheted sock over
it. When the process repeated with her other leg those butterflies went
into a frenzy. Most of the time her eyes had been on the ceiling, she had
decided to count the little dots on the tiles to take her mind off what was
happening and it sort of worked—up to a point. Now she strained her eyes
to look down toward her feet supported by the strange arms that were just a
little wider than the table. She saw the doctor putting on a pair of latex
gloves. Even though she didn't know the meaning of the action her pussy
twitched.

       "I am going to do the pelvic exam now," Doctor Beal informed her as
she sat down on the short stool. "Have you had this done before?"

       The teenager felt breathless and gasped a couple of times before it
she felt like she had enough air to reply.

       "Nnnno" she finally managed and it came out weak and squeaky. They
weren't really butterflies anymore—they were much bigger than that.

       "I'm sure it's not as bad as you've heard," Rachel soothed. "Scoot
your bum down right to the end of the table for me."

       Chantel rocked back on her shoulders, lifting her hips she felt the
paper cover stuck to her butt slide along with her as she moved down.

       "Keep coming down until you feel my hands touch the backs of your
legs," the doctor instructed as the girl continued to wiggle down the
table.

       "Good... okay that's far enough," Rachel informed. Chantel was
relieved because she was sure that there was nothing under her tailbone
anymore.

       "I'll explain what I'm doing as I go and you can watch up here..."
the doctor indicated a mirror mounted on the pole lamp she had pulled into
place beside her. To test the angle Doctor Beal placed one hand on the
inside of each thigh inches from her girlhood and asked, "Can you see my
hands?"

       Chantel craned her neck but it was still difficult to see.

       "Miz Millie would you raise Chantel up two notches," the woman on
the stool requested.

       The Head Mistress went to the head of the table and lifted. The
ratchet mechanism clunked twice and the cross rod seated in the second
notch. The girl was now inclined at about forty-five degrees.

       "How's the view now?"

       The teenager was speechless again as the image in the mirror
displayed her pudenda with startling clarity. Doctor Beal was looking up at
her from between her thighs so a nod of her head was adequate response. The
dark skinned girl stared at her own pussy as the physician spoke again.

       "I need you to let your knees fall outward," she was saying while
pushing on the girl's knees.

       Chantel had not realized how much she was trying to keep her legs
closed. She did her best to relax her hips and her thighs naturally
parted. Her eyes were still focused on the furry triangle between her
legs. She sucked in her breath when the pinkish brown crinkly folds opened
and revealed a tiny peak at the bright pink interior, so unlike any of her
other coloration. She had seen the much lighter flesh tones inside her
before but never like this. Suddenly it was as though she could feel her
creamy interior and it was burning hot and tingly. She wasn't the only one
inspecting her parting coochie.

       Looking at yourself was one thing but having someone else look was
quite another. Chantel couldn't help but glance at the doctor's face, and
there it was, that look again. She'd seen it so often now and on so many
different faces. First it was Roberta, then Miz Millie, then Barbie and now
the doctor, the expressions were all so similar she just wished she could
understand what they meant. One thing was for sure the effect on her was as
consistent as the look on the many faces. She felt empowered. There was a
yearning pleading quality to the expression that the teenager felt was the
viewer begging her for something only she could provide. As nervous and
embarrassed as she was she was getting that pleasant dizzy feeling she'd
had on Barbie's bed last night.

       When the doctor spoke again her voice sounded different—strained.

       Rachel felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy twitch as the brown
lips parted. `There's something so damn sensual about African American
vulvas,' she excused her reaction. She'd certainly been between enough
teenage thighs to be a little jaded about the spectacle but she was still a
confirmed pussy lover and there was no denying that.

       "I'm going to examine your outer genitalia and as I promised I will
give you the proper clinical names of the various structures. You'll need
to pay careful attention because this will show up on a test later in the
semester."

       The latex felt strange sliding down the insides of her thighs as the
doctor's hands now approached her sex. When the blonde woman's fingers
began to pull on the plumpness of the outer lips Chantel took another deep
breath.

       "That's good honey nice slow deep breaths," `and take your own
advice Rach' she reminded herself, feeling her own breathing getting a
little quick.

       "These are called your labia majora" the doctor began her
lesson. She was squeezing both of the girl's outer lips between the thumb
and forefingers of each hand checking for irregularities and generally
satisfying her own prurient interests. As she was palpitating the spongy
flesh she was also pulling outward with her thumbs which were hooked
inside. The connecting tissue reached its limit and began to pull the
thinner paler folds apart. More and more of the starling interior pinkness
came into view.

       Rachel was also catching the teenager's unique musky sent as the
inner recesses were exposed to the air. When she saw the milky strands of
fluid being stretched between the parting lips she knew her patient was as
aroused as she was. The massaging of her outer lips was sending waves of
sensation through her body and the semi reclined girl forgot how
embarrassed she was and simply immersed herself in the glorious
feeling. She was trying to watch the process in the mirror but her vision
was cloudy and her head was spinning even more.

       The doctor's fingers were not idle. The gloved fingers that had
begun their vulval massage at the bottom and worked up to the top now
returned to the pubescent perineum and commenced the palpitation of the
inner lips.

       "These are called your labia minora," Doctor Beal announced reveling
in the slippery lubricated feel of the thin lips that were so much darker
on the outside than the inside. There, at the top, the focal point of the
labia came into view. The corn kernel sized glans was peeking out from
under its shroud. The pale looking organ seemed to be still growing as
Rachel's fingers squeezed and rolled the sensitive flesh between her
fingers drawing ever closer.

       Chantel felt the pressure in her pelvis increasing by the second. It
felt as though there was a bowling ball sitting on her tummy. And the
heat—it came in endless waves that turned electric when they reached her
head. Bright flashing lights like lightning lit the back of her closed eye
lids. The teenager opened her eyes again as much to stop the light show as
to look at her reflection again.

       Above the yellowy beige gloves she saw the projecting bud and knew
instinctively that it was the center of her arousal. Doctor Beal skirted
the clit itself and touched the prepuce very gently.

       "This is the hood over your clitoris," she described.

       In spite of the doctor's extreme care the contact sent surges of
sensation all over the little brown naked body and it shuddered
convulsively. The sound that escaped the reclining girl was somewhere
between a moan and a sob.

       It wasn't unusual for the freshmen to orgasm during the examination
but it was normally a little further into the process. As a matter of fact
part of the specially designed exam was to determine just how responsive
the pubescent vulva was. Rachel decided that question had already been
answered. Her patient was clearly on the verge. She wished she could finish
the job with her tongue but her boss specifically forbade that activity
during initiation, so the doctor, with remarkable self-control, finished
her lesson on vulvas knowing full well that Chantel would not hear a word
of what she said.

       "This of course is your clitoris," the words were spoken as the
gloved finger wiggled the turgid button.

       The girl's hips shot up off the table seeking more stimulation and
the scream of her first orgasm echoed through the infirmary.

       The two adult women present felt a sympathetic pulse between their
own legs as the black girl thrashed out of control on the hard
surface. Rachel took note of the discharge of thin fluid that shot out and
landed on the floor in the space between her stool and the end of the
table.

       `What a waste!' she thought as she pressed firmly high on the
prepuce while the teenager's spasms subsided.

       She noted that the thin membrane guarding the entrance to the vagina
was quite remarkably intact. `I may have to provide some assistance in
weakening her hymen,' she concluded `or the first penetration may be
traumatic.' Removing her gloves and tossing them in the waste receptacle
she treated herself to an unprotected exploration of the nearly comatose
teen's sopping vulva.

       Chantel had no idea where she was or exactly what had just
happened. She lay there trying to regain her senses and felt something
touching her. At that moment she was feeling so numb all over that her
overloaded nerves refused to accept any more input.

       Doctor Beal knew it would be a couple of minutes before the lines of
communication with her patient reopened. Turning to her strung out looking
assistant she said, "Make a note that the hymen is intact and appears
robust".

       Millie was feeling a little numb herself as she transferred the
doctor's comments to the girl's chart. Rachel stood up and removed her
coat.

       "I'm going to go and see Mandy," she announced. "I'm sure you know
what to do from here".

       As the physician exited the office miz Brown looked down on the
semi-conscious girl and stroked her short black hair.

       "I know you're feeling overwhelmed sweetheart," she crooned, "but as
soon as you're feeling up to it I'll explain everything."



Next (chapter V): Chantel learns things that aren't in the curriculum

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