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CHAPTER THREE
Mr Ontango’s lesson was on the second floor of the main building and I arrived just in time to join my fellow classmates who were filing into the spacious science lab. As I entered the room I immediately spotted Lucy sitting in the centre of the front row of desks. She was waving in my direction to join her at an adjoining vacant desk. I made my way to the front of the classroom and seated myself to the right of my smiling friend.
“Hi Lucy.” I said cautiously, feeling uncomfortable as she gazed in my direction.
As the room quietened down Lucy leant over and whispered “Cunker, you must Remember Mistress Eleanor’s Instructions!”
That word. What did it mean? I struggled to bring the meaning of the word into my mind, but having failed, I tried to focus on getting my books from my bag and getting comfy. I was wriggling as Mr Ontango entered the room and I was soon feeling very uncomfortable in my red plastic chair. An irritation seemed to be building up between my legs and I was desperate to rub my pussy. It seemed to fade a little as I spread my knees apart but more desperate measures were needed.
I was sitting at a small table that had four metal legs. A bar ran around about half way up the legs at the front and sides, and I finally discovered a comfortable position by putting my feet up on the bar and pushing my knees wide apart. This caused my short pleated skirt to drop away from my knees, so I leant against the desk in order that my classmates could not see my predicament.
I was finally able to concentrate on the imposing figure of Mr Ontango as he proceeded with his lesson. He was about six feet tall and heavily set, he had huge hands and a large round face beneath his shiny bald head. His dark black skin looked pitted with tiny marks and I guessed he was in his early forties. I noticed that his large round eyes kept glancing in my direction, and I wondered if he had noticed me rubbing the narrow strip of cotton between my legs, as I tried to relieve the awful itch in my pussy.
I would normally be dreadfully embarrassed if I caught a teacher looking up my skirt but for some reason the itch was distracting me so much that these other concerns faded from my mind. Anyway I’m sure Eleanor said something regarding him knowing about my problem.
I noticed that Lucy kept glancing in my direction and I wondered if she knew what I was doing. I had slipped my left hand down the waistband of my skirt so that I could continue writing the information from the lesson with my right. Mr Ontongo set us a task from a text book and began to stroll around the room, to check on individual progress.
I became so immersed with my work that I didn’t hear him come up behind us, until he leant between Lucy and myself and quietly said, “Lucy and Katie, come to my study after the lesson.”
Without waiting for an answer he returned to his desk in front of the class, where he continued to regard my activity with wide eyed concentration. I suddenly realized that my left hand had moved from outside my panties to inside, and my middle finger was now rubbing the warm, smooth, puffy skin of my labia.
Suddenly the bell sounded and a mad scramble began, as everyone packed up their books and headed for the exit at the back of the classroom. I quickly snatched my hand out of my panties and was not surprised to see Mr Ontango studying me as I rose and followed Lucy out of the room.
“Follow me Cunker,” Hissed Lucy, “And when we are in Mr Ontango’s study you are to remain silent! Is that clear?”
“Yes mistress Lucy,” I murmured hesitantly, as I tried to work out what was happening. Everything was so confusing as I struggled to make sense of the latest series of events.
Mr Ontango, who was the deputy headmaster, had an office on the first floor and when we arrived, we seated ourselves in the corridor to await his arrival. As soon as I sat down my pussy began to itch again, and I soon found myself squirming on the plastic seat.
“Sit still Cunker!” hissed Lucy “And keep your knees together!”
I was struggling to contain the throbbing, and squeezing my thighs together didn’t help. I was also getting a lot of questioning glances from my fellow school mates as they passed by in the corridor. I could feel my face burning and I was beginning to perspire and must have looked a bit of a mess.
I had only ever been in Mr Ontango’s study twice. Once to get some books for a class and once, about a week ago to fill in some forms for the computer filing system. I remember finding him a bit creepy on my last visit as he hovered around me when I did the filing.
Now, I was relieved when he finally appeared and we followed him into his study. I noticed that he latched the door behind us before proceeding to his desk. He sat back in his green leather chair and regarded the two of us as we stood in the middle of the room.
“Well Lucy. I am very impressed with that little demonstration of your powers, but how do I know that Katie here,” he waved his hand in my direction, “is in on this, and that this isn’t some sort of scam to get money out of me?”
Lucy considered his question, and turning to me, said “Cunker make yourself comfortable in that armchair over there.”
I made my way over to a large green leather armchair that stood in one corner of the study. As soon as my bottom touched the cold leather seat, the irritation started again. I found a comfortable position by lifting my feet up onto the seat and spreading my knees. The cool air of the air conditioned study wafted between my legs and the itch began to subside.
As my fingers drifted down to that inch wide piece of tight white cotton, through which my pussy bulged, I could see Mr Ontango lick his lips.
“Lucy I have seen this display already. How do I know this isn’t a trick?” His eyes were glued to my busy fingers as they tried to relieve the constant throb between my thighs.
There was silence for a minute. “OK,” Lucy finally said, “One more demonstration. Cunker, stand, remove your panties and sit back down. Understand CUNKER!” she growled.
“Yes Mistress Lucy,” I stammered. I rose to my feet I reached up under my pleated tartan skirt and slowly worked the little panties down my thighs, finally letting them drop to the floor so that I could step out of them.
I then returned to my seated position with my feet on the seat of the leather chair. “Cunker, spread your knees wider.” Growled Lucy as they watched me wriggle into a more comfortable position. I realized I was now displaying the bald slash of my pussy to the deputy Headmaster and this thought sent a shiver down my spine.
What was I doing? I asked myself. On one level it seemed alright, yet on another my brain was trying to shout a warning to me. However, my fingers once again drifted down o search for the illusive sensation.
“You see,” Lucy purred “She’s searching for something she will never find! If you want a closer look then you will have to pay the fee, as discussed Mr Ontango.”
“OK, OK I get it.” Replied Mr Ontango, from behind his desk. I could feel his eyes studying my bottom as he talked to Lucy. “What’s it going to cost me then, and when can I have this piece of candy?”
“You are going to have to sort that out with Eleanor. But you know her little cunt is out of bounds!”
“OK, I’ll talk to her later,” I heard him mutter “Her little rosebud looks as tight as a brass wing nut! I hope she will be prepared for her first deflowering. Hey!” He laughed.
“Don’t worry sir she will be plugged. When do you want her?” Lucy asked.
“Bring her to my study at 9.00 PM. Day after tomorrow. I’ll be waiting!”
“Yes she will be ready. Cunker, on your feet we have to go.” She ordered towards me.
I climbed to my feet and turned towards Mr Ontango who had come closer to examine my puffy slot. I waited to hear the next directive from Lucy, instead the deputy head spoke “Cunker, let me help you put your panties back on.” I looked down as he knelt before me and picked up my crumpled panties. Slowly he unravelled them and held them ready for me to step into.
“Cunker, lift your skirt up and step into them!” he ordered. I lifted my skirt with my right hand, and placed my left hand on his right shoulder to steady myself. His nose was just inches away from my bald labia lips, and as I lifted first my right leg and then my left he moved even closer so that he could examine the supple folds of my soft pussy.
Slowly he drew the flimsy item up my legs, finally arriving at my bottom, where he carefully negotiated my butt so that they were finally back, snugly in place.
“Cunker spread your feet apart.” As I complied he reached out with a meaty hand and roughly felt my pussy. I squirmed as his fingers roved around my hips and butt.
“Stand still Cunker.” He ordered, and with a hand on each butt cheek, he pulled me forward and pushed his nose into the front of my panties. “Mmmmmm” he sighed as he drank in my scent. He clearly liked my fragrance, and having satisfied himself he stood and returned to his desk.
We were on our way out as he murmured “Friday 9pm.”
The door closed behind us and Lucy said “Go and have your dinner and return to your dorm. Don’t forget to report tonight at 10pm. Oh and don’t forget to bring all your uniform with you.”
Lucy marched off in the direction of the dormitories and I headed for the dining hall. When I arrived it was nearly 7pm and the room was virtually deserted. I went to the counter and chose a sandwich and a cold drink, and found a secluded table in a dark corner. I was in an extremely confused state and I needed to think about what was happening to me.
Normally I am a very clear thinking person, decisive, and positive decision maker, but I now found myself floundering in a world where I seemed to be blind and lost. My basic instincts were telling me to run away and keep running but I was drawn to the thought of seeing Mistress Eleanor and experience more of her tuition. My thoughts were broken again with the incessant throbbing radiating from my pussy.
I rubbed my itchy labia as I thought of those three stunning black girls who had shown me their own pussies and allowed me to serve them. Was I turning into a lesbian? I wondered. If I was, then why had I not noticed any desires towards any of the many black students in the academy before? Still I could not deny the attraction of Mistress Eleanor’s dark Mahogany, lithe body.
Even though I had finished my supper I could still taste the scent of her delicious sex. I blushed just thinking about my tongue rolling along her plump labia and exploring her juicy vagina.
“Katie!” a voice startled me, and looking up I found my roommate, Donna, looking down at me. 5’6” tall, attractive, with long dark hair, Donna has a lovely slim figure. She is the same age as me, and like me, one of the few white girls in our class. I liked her, but I have always thought that she is a bit too bossy and opinionated. She was looking down at what I was doing under the table and I was looking up at her wondering if she is a lesbian.
She slipped in beside me on the bench and whispered, “Katie what are you doing?”
“Oh Donna, my pussy is driving me crazy!” I was desperate now as I looked down at my widely spread thighs. My left hand was shoved down the front of my panties and my fingers were busy.
“Katie, us white girls must stick together.” She whispered in my ear. “I have had a thing for you ever since I clapped eyes on you! Sleeping so close has been driving me crazy, not knowing! Here, ” She said, glancing around the dining hall, making sure we were unobserved, “ let me see what the problem is.”
Donna reached down and lifted my hand from my panties. I held my breath as she fumbled to find the tight elastic and then work her hand down inside and onto my bald vulva. Her fingers worked their way downward to my slot and labia.
“Oh Katie. I love the feel of your smooth pussy. I had no idea that you were like me!” Her fingers were stuck in the tight garment. This pair of panties were far too small for me.
“Do you really like it Donna? Shall I take my panties off?”
“Oh! Do you want to! In here?” she stammered, all the time looking around to see if we were on our own. “Come back to the dorm and we could have a look there.”
Donna removed her hand and rose to leave. “Yes.” I replied. “I have to go back there anyway.” I stood and followed her out and into the corridor. It wasn’t far to the dorms and my bed alcove, and as soon as I arrived I stood beside my bed facing Donna.
“Let me help you remove your panties.” She suggested.
‘OK.” I agreed readily. I seemed to be reliving moments from earlier in the day except I was now in command. She knelt and reached up my skirt.
‘Your panties are very tight Katie! I didn’t think you wore the school undies.” She observed, struggling to work them down over my bulging bum cheeks. I wiggled my hips and they were soon down around my ankles. Donna picked them up and unexpectedly pushed me back onto the bed so that I was sitting on the edge.
“Lay back darling and I’ll take a look to see if I can help.” She said lamely.
“It’s funny Donna but the itch has gone.” I laughed as I remembered how Eleanor had reclined on her bed, I laid back and lifted my feet on to the edge of the bed, as she had done, either side of my bottom. All my inhibitions had gone as I spread my knees to completely open my pussy for her. “Help yourself!” I added brazenly.
“Katie, you have the sweetest cunt I have ever seen.” she murmured as she dipped her head and opened her mouth over my soft folds. She looked up at me and slowly extended her tongue to lick the dimple of my labia. Very slowly she moved down to my clit, where she began to suck and nibble my most sensitive place. I started to melt and the room began to slowly rotate.
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