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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