Gradual decline.

By Tor Melati.

Chapter one.

     My name is Katie Blood and I was born in a small town in Hertfordshire 22 years ago. I am an only child and I suppose whilst I lived in England I had been spoilt incessantly. I had a very sporty upbringing which helped me to develop into an extremely fit and healthy young person.  Always tall for my age, slim, attractive, and naturally blond I could well have become a fashion model, but my Father steered me clear of that profession.  When I heard that he had a new job and we were to move abroad, I was quite horrified as I loved the school that I had been attending in Hertfordshire and all the advantages that it afforded me. However, to ease my worries my father had made all the arrangements before we moved to South Africa, so I was able to attend my new school in Cape Town from virtually the day we arrived.

     Burfield Girls Academy is an imposing institution but didn’t really impress me when I first arrived. I was only 18 at the time and it was quite a change from the school that I had attended in England. The first year though, passed very smoothly and by the end of the semester I had settled happily into my new life. My Father had chosen a boarding school for me as he travelled the world with the oil company that he worked for. Daddy was a kind man and had taken on the responsibility of bringing me up after my mother died when I was only five years old. We were very close, even though several thousand miles usually separated us for most of the year.

     I settled into the school quite easily as my academic record was very strong and they slotted me into the top sets  of all the subjects in my year. My year class was made up with mostly black students from the wealthy political elite and a few white girls from various European countries. Throughout the school, we, the white girls, were outnumbered on a ratio of about ten to one, but somehow we seemed to dominate the black girls in the classrooms and dormitories

      However that began to change on the day that Eleanor Quail arrived at the school. It was over six years ago but I remember it as if it was yesterday. I was there when she emerged from a black Rolls Royce dressed in an amazing white mini dress that contrasted vividly with her mahogany black skin tone. Five inch heals took her height to nearly six feet and with the afro hairstyle that she sported she looked every inch the Zulu princess that she turned out to be. Although Eleanor was tall and slim she had a strong muscular frame and she strode into the school in the manner of an extremely fit athlete.

     I was amazed to find out that she was a year younger than myself as she had an amazing body. She appeared to be extremely mature for a 18 year old girl. From the outset the girls in her year flocked to her side and she always had an admiring group surrounding her as she strutted around the school.  For a whole term our paths never crossed, and during that time the many questions raised about her disappeared, and were replaced with a series of strange rumours. The most worrying of these and the hardest to believe was that she practiced voodoo and had cast several spells on girls that had upset her. I had scoffed at these stories and as I mixed with my own friends I hardly gave it much thought.

     However, we were well into the second term of my second year when my friend Lucy came to me one morning with an anxious look on her face. She was one of three black South African girls who had recently joined our little clique due to some bullying from her fellow black students. She was a top student and excelled in the school and I therefore assumed she was the subject of racial jealousy.  Her father was a member of the government and one of the governors of the school. Lucy, who was the same age as me was 5’9” tall and very slim. Her long slender legs and narrow hips made her a natural runner and the school had high hopes for her athletic future.  She wore her black hair short in a page boy style, never wore make up but liked strong perfumes.

     Long eyelashes above her huge brown eyes fluttered at me as we sat quietly that morning in the corner of the library. “Katie” she said earnestly “Mary is in trouble!” Mary was Lucy’s younger sister and attended a class in the year below ours. “She has become involved with Eleanor Quail’s group and since she has been mixing with them she has completely changed and I am now really worried that something may happen to her!”

     “Oh come now Lucy,” I replied trying to sooth her “I’m sure you must be exaggerating. I know Mary can be mischievous but generally she is a good hearted girl and she must be just going through a phase. The Quail girl seems to attract a lot of attention and Mary has probably just joined in the fun.”

     “No Katie, it’s much more serious than that. She returned to the dorm late last night. Her clothing was in a terrible state and she seemed to be high on drugs. When I tried to speak to her she hissed back at me, calling me a white loving bitch! I was horrified but I couldn’t get her to talk any further. And ,” she continued “when she changed last night Katie, I witnessed for myself marks on her body that can only have been caused by pinching, scratching and biting! I’m sure she has been fighting!  What can we do?” she wailed.

     For a moment I was speechless and tried to imaging what on earth Lucy’s 18 year old sister had been up to. Lucy had chosen to sleep in her sister’s dorm so that they could be together. They were very close and I found it difficult to believe that her sister had behaved so badly towards her. After a little more discussion I agreed to meet her and her sister in their dorm after Lunch in the hope that I could influence her to stay away from the bad group that she was now become involved with. Lucy seemed relieved and disappeared off to a lesson leaving me alone to study.

     Mary was a beautiful girl but completely opposite to her sister in every way imaginable. Only 5’6” tall, she probably weighed 60kg to her sisters 50kg. Her heavier figure suited her naughty  personality and she had quite a reputation for practical jokes around the school. I could imagine her being attracted to Eleanor Quail

     I had never been in their dormitory before and was not surprised by the low murmurs of the small groups of black girls as I strode down to the alcove that contained my friend’s twin beds and easy chairs. There was a small measure of privacy to the 20 foot square room that each pair of girls were granted in the dormitories as three walls shielded their activities from the others. However the end wall was open and anyone passing by would witness any undesirable activity that was happening within. The sisters were lucky though, as their room was at the end of the dorm and they therefore enjoyed a little bit more privacy. The building was about 100 years old and most of the walls were clad in brown wooden panels that were decorated with paintings that depicted scenes of rural South Africa.

     Their room contained four easy chairs and I was surprised to find Lucy on her own reading a book. She seemed distant and explained that Mary would be back in a short while. We had been chatting for about ten minutes when her sister strode in followed by the unmistakable figure of Eleanor Quail. I was about to get to my feet when Eleanor waved her hand signalling for me to remain seated. Both girls were dressed in the smart dress uniform of the school which consisted of white blouse over a red tartan pleated skirt, long black socks and flat black shoes.

     Mary looked smart whilst Eleanor looked amazing! Because she was taller, her skirt appeared much shorter and thus revealed her long solid shapely legs to mid thigh. Neither girl wore a bra which broke the school rules but I was not about to say anything as I too had broken this rule on many occasions due to the stifling heat.  Lucy and Mary had quite modest breasts and their nipples just teased the cotton material of their blouses, whereas Eleanor’s appeared to be straining to burst through the thin material. Her hard nubs looked like live bullet tips aimed directly towards me.

     I had never been so close to this black beauty and immediately realized why so many of the girls had become besotted with her. At that time I was sure that I did not have a Sapphic bone in my body, but her sexual aura affected me intensely.  Her huge dark eyes returned my gaze and I found that I could not easily look away. Her wide mouth, high cheek bones and gorgeous mesmerizing eyes all smiled down on me and I swallowed hard desperately trying to find my voice.

     “Well,  hello Katie”, she broke the silence “My name is Eleanor , but all my friends call me Ellie. Do you want to be my friend?” She asked in a soft lilting tone.

     I was surprised by her gentle voice and by her question, and only managed to stammer a short reply, “Oh, er, Yes of course, er Ellie.” I wasn’t sure if she was giving me permission to call her Ellie or not.

     “O.K. Katie, but first you are going to have to relax a little and decide if you want a place in our little group.” She had bent forward and I thought she was going to shake my hand, but instead raised both hands, and resting her fingers on my temples, began to massage the area just above my eyebrows with her thumbs.

       “Wha... what do you mean?” I stammered. I had started to raise my arms to push her hands away but dropped them back into my lap as a gentle sensation seemed to relax my apprehension.

     Katie, stand up and come here,” she cooed as she carefully stepped backwards towards the nearest bed. I got to my feet, and as she continued to rub my forehead, I followed her slowly until she had sat down on the bed. Gradually she worked her way back onto the mattress so that her knees were bent over the edge of the bed. Eleanor Quail now parted her knees so that I could stand closer, right up against the side of the high mattress.

      “Katie I have noticed you around the school and I am pleased that you want to serve me in my little group!”

     “S..S...Serve you Ellie...... What do you mean?  Please take your hands away. I.. I... I... I don’t like it........” my voice trailed away.

      “Now Katie don’t be bashful!” she chided me. “Kneel before be so that we can be closer”. She had dropped her voice to a lower, gravelly  tone, and to my absolute horror my knees began to bend and I allowed her to guide me into a kneeling position so that my elbows  were level with her knees. All this time her thumbs had been gently rubbing away, but now she dropped them to my shoulders and turned towards the two sisters. “Girls I want you to fetch me some coffee from the canteen and the green box from the cupboard next to my bed.” She ordered in the same low guttural voice.

      “Yes Mistress!” they answered in unison, and as they disappeared to carry out their orders Eleanor turned her attention back to me. My head had begun to clear a little but as her eyes locked back onto mine her fingers returned to my head and continued their massage. The electric tingle that had been surging through my body returned, and I waited to hear her next comment.

CHAPTER TWO

     “Katie you are lovely” she soothed, now back to her soft lilting tones, “I find your soft golden tresses delightful. I wish my hair would grow long and straight like yours“. As she complemented me her fingers were combing through my hair close to my scalp. “But because you are white,” she continued “You will have to accept your proper place. You will be taught to respect our perfect black skin and you will learn to serve us wherever, whenever and however we need you. You will also learn how to worship the sisters and brothers and how not to question the tasks that you will be given from time to time.”

      Eleanor now switched to her low gravelly tone causing a sudden chill to well up deep within my stomach. “When there are no outsiders within earshot you will address me as Mistress Eleanor! Do you understand?”

     I took a deep breath before answering “Yes Mistress Eleanor.” Conflict was coursing through my brain as I answered her. I didn’t want to do it but the words just seemed to flow out, so easily!

     “There’s a good girl,” she cooed, and I watched as she reached up and slowly unbuttoned her white cotton blouse. She then pulled the garment open to reveal two perfectly formed firm breasts with huge black areoles topped with  chunky erect nipples. I gasped at the brazen way that she was displaying herself.

     “You want to lick and suck them Katie!” She demanded. “ Katie you will make your mistress so happy when you suck them  hard like you would a lolly pop!”

     She was now whispering in a low insistent tone. I tried to shake my head, to object to this disgusting act that she was suggesting but all that happened was my mouth opened, and as she leant forward, my tongue and mouth began to lick and suck her hard nubs.

     She guided my head with her strong hands from one breast to the other and when she released me I sat back onto my heals, in such a bemused state, that I didn’t notice the saliva drooling down my chin until it began to drip onto my knees. I could tell that my efforts had given Eleanor a lot of pleasure as she seemed to purr with pleasure as she used a tissue to dry her skin and re-button her blouse.

     Eleanor now dropped her hand to the hem of her pleated skirt and lifted the folds out from between her parted legs.

     “Katie, look down at your Mistress’s sex!” she ordered. I dropped my eyes as directed and gasped as I realized that she was not wearing any panties. This sudden display should have surprised me, but it did not and I held my breath as I stared down at the gash of her sex, that she was revealing to my startled gaze. Her hump and slot were perfectly devoid of hair and the mahogany tone of her vulva and rolling pussy lips glistened in the bright lights of the dorm. Her folds were plump and had slightly parted to reveal a peep of her inner  pink labia. I was amazed to see the glint of a gold ring  nestling within her succulent folds.

      “You are looking at the most desirable object in the world. I will teach you how to worship my cunt Katie, and you want to kiss me there, don’t you my little cunker?”

     She asked in a low incessant tone. I slowly nodded and watched as she opened a small jar that she held in her hand. After dipping a finger into it she smeared the clear oily substance along the slot of her cunt. “Taste my honey pot Katie. Dip your tongue and find out how delicious my sex flavours are!”

     I stared, and gulped as I wrestled with an inner conflict in my brain. One part of me was utterly horrified whilst the other part ached to explore the amazing sight before my staring eyes.

     The hump of her mound and her inner thighs were so solid and smooth, and I was so close that I could make out every individual pore on her incredible skin. Her body reminded me of a huge carved statue that I had seen in an antique shop back in England. I remember being intensely embarrassed, as I was with a friend and her parents when we had paused to study the carved naked statue of a voluptuous black woman.

     Eleanor now leaned back onto her elbows and spread her knees even wider, enabling her to lift her heels onto the bed. The long gash of her prominent cunt was now spread wide open revealing her proud pierced clitoris. It seemed to guard the entrance to her tender vaginal tunnel, and as I moved closer I could see that the ring was studded with tiny diamonds which sparkled up at me.

     The gleaming stones seemed to draw me down towards her moist folds, and before I realized what had happened my forehead was on her belly and my tongue was tasting my mistress’s amazing sex. “Slowly my little cunt licker!” she ordered, as her hands controlled my head. “Explore me carefully with your nose and tongue. You must learn how to give pleasure to your superior Mistresses , how to pleasure our pussies is now one of your deepest desires, do you understand, my little cunker?” her voice had changed from a soft lilt to an insistent hiss as she asked this question.

     I tried to reply buy my mouth was pressed tightly to her labia and my tongue was deep within her hot vagina. My head was bobbing and all that escaped my throat was a low moan, but she knew I was trying to acknowledge her instruction to worship their cunts. I had half expected to gag and be sick at being forced to commit such a blatant act of Sapphic lust, but I have to admit now that I found the sweet flavour of her pussy incredibly delicious and I found that tasting the textures and folds of her succulent cunt were similar to that of devouring an exotic fruit.

      Eleanor had grasped handfuls of my hair so that she could guide and force me closer and give me little directions and encouragements as to where she wanted me to lick harder with my darting tongue. It seemed as though my whole face was being forced right into her labia and my nose was blocked at the top of her slot whilst my chin rubbed against the cheeks of her arse.

     “Suck my clit.........Harder!” she moaned as her body began to buck and shudder to a fierce climax. As she released me I lifted my head, gasping for air and watched as she lay back and dropped her feet onto the floor.

     To my surprise Lucy and Mary had returned and were quietly standing either side of me watching intently and waiting for their next order. We all watched as Eleanor sat up, adjusted herself and returned to her seated position on the edge of the bed.

     “Cunker, stand and let Mary remove  your panties!. I froze and watched as the younger sister knelt before me, reached up under my skirt and slowly worked the tiny garment down my legs and off under my feet.

      Mary handed my panties to the seated goddess and said “Uhh she is so hairy!” Eleanor guided me to kneel before her once again.

      I watched as she inspected the flimsy panties that had been removed from my bottom. They were a pair of my finest sheer satin knickers, purchased in Harrods of London. I had a fine selection of undies as I detested wearing the simple cotton panties that were supposed to be part of our uniform.

     “Katie, look you have soiled your panties!” she growled and shoved the gusset under my nose. “Open your mouth and suck clean your discharge so that I can wear them.” She ordered. To my dismay my mouth opened and Mistress Eleanor pushed the offending gusset into my mouth and I began to suck the narrow strip of fabric. “Now Katie” she continued as she began to rub my temples again. “When we have finished with you I want you to continue with your lessons as if nothing has happened.” She had returned to her low gravelly voice “Do you understand? My little cunt licker?” She spat out this last sentence.

     I nodded furiously in affirmation, desperate to please this black goddess seated before me. “I understand you have a two hour lecture with Mr Ontango at 3.00 this afternoon. I want you to seat yourself in the centre of the front row of the auditorium. I have promised Mr Ontango that you will perform a little task for him and in return he will do our little group a favour. Now Katie this is very important,” she was droning on in her low guttural voice, all the time massaging my temples.

      “Your little pussy is going to itch like crazy whenever you sit down today. To relieve the burning you must spread your knees open and rub your cunt through your panties. Mr Ontango will observe you throughout the lesson and knows about your problem. Don’t worry, just rub your little cunt and remember you must spread your knees at least twenty inches apart! Do you understand? My little cunt licker?”

       She spat this sentence out again, and once again I nodded furiously. “Good girl, and Lucy will be seated beside you to make sure you carry out your first task for the group! Oh and Katie remember the keyword CUNKER. Every time you hear it, you must follow the order you are given. Remember Katie CUNKER!” Now she slowly stood up and lifted the hem of her pleated skirt to her waist to once again reveal her proud vulva and pussy slot.

     “Katie!” she ordered “I think they are clean now, so dress me in your fine panties.” I removed the gusset from my mouth and unravelled the garment so that I could hold it low to enable my Mistress to first locate one foot then the other. As I continued to kneel before her, I slowly worked them up her solid thighs and my fingers had to stretch the filmy satin up over the firm globes of her magnificent bottom before they were finally in place. I am a petite size 6 whilst my mistress is a couple of sizes larger, so the white shiny material strained to contain the hump of her sex, causing its contours to bulge before my eyes. Having smoothed her skirt back into place Mistress Eleanor now opened the green box that the sisters had fetched from her room.

     “Katie,” she addressed me once again as she sat back onto the bed before handing me a bottle of cream, “Take this liquid back to your dorm, I want you to use it to remove the hair around your twat and ass. Massage it in over your fanny, leave it for ten minutes then take a shower. You have plenty of time before Mr Ontango’s lesson! Do you understand?” I nodded that I did and she continued “After supper I want you to come up to my alcove at 10 o’clock for some further tuition. We will review your performance and I will have Mr Ontango’s report on your little presentation. Don’t be late Katie! I punish girls who disobey me with the cane. Do you understand?”

     “Yes Mistress Eleanor.” I replied, hoping desperately that I would be able to remember her instructions. At that moment in time my mind had not absorbed the full intent of her orders, just that they were part of my Mistresses plan and I was part of that plan.

      “Lucy has a set of clothes that you will wear from now on Katie, and I want you to gather all your own uniform and underwear together and bring them to me tonight.  We will start right away, so quickly get undressed and put your new uniform on. Do you understand Katie?” She asked. I looked down at the small pile of clothes and nodded in agreement. They looked as though they were identical to the items that I was already wearing but I wanted to protest my unwillingness to change my lovely clean clothes, however I found that I had already started to step out of my shoes and reach for the pile of replacement items. The first item was a tiny pair of extremely thin white cotton school panties, and as I stepped into them I realized the gusset did not have a second layer of material and would offer little cover for my pussy. Mistress Eleanor smiled as she watched the sisters help me out of my skirt and blouse and replace them with the new set of clothes.

       “You must wear these panties to your lessons this afternoon!” Eleanor ordered as I continued to change.

     A long mirror on Lucy’s wardrobe reflected the new image that these girls had obviously been planning for some time. The pleated school skirt was much shorter, at mid thigh, than I had been used to wearing, and the white cotton blouse much tighter. I didn’t like it and I was just about to voice my thoughts when Mistress Eleanor spoke up.

     “Oooh Katie they fit you perfectly and they suite your new position in our little group! Don’t you think so Katie?” She could see I was hesitating, “Speak up my little cunker! Don’t you think SO!” She repeated in her low menacing voice.

     “Yes……. Mistress Eleanor………” My voice trailed away as I stared at the slutty looking image in the mirror. My nipples had hardened and were straining against my cheap cotton blouse. I suspected that they had given me an old set of Mary’s uniform as I could see the items were second hand and very poor quality.

     “Good. Look after your new clothes as this is your only set until we get some more suitable donations from the group. Now you must be on your way so show your respect to your mistresses with a kiss on our lips.”

     The three girls stood in a semi-circle, ankles spread wide apart and lifted the hems of their skirts to their waists. Automatically without thinking, I dropped to my knees intending to kiss the stretched gussets of their white panties one by one. Mistress Eleanor accepted my kiss but Lucy , the older sister, hooked a finger into the leg elastic of her cotton  panties and pulled it aside to reveal the gash of her hairless pussy. She allowed her skirt to drop over my head so that she could press my face tightly into her groin with her free hand.

     “Taste me Katie!” She urged “Push your tongue in  ahhhh....... deeper…….!” She moaned as I located her tight vagina and delved into the juicy entrance. “Kiss your mistress my little cunt licker!” she moaned, as I tried to explore her velvet tunnel. But just as I was warming to my task she suddenly pushed me away. “Good girl, Now show my sister your appreciation!” She ordered in a voice I hardly recognized.

     Mary couldn’t wait, for she had dropped her little cotton panties to her ankles and was leaning back against the wall pushing out her full bald cunt for me to worship. Her young black pussy was petite and tight and my tongue had to work hard to part her labia and locate her little fuck hole. “Oh!” she squealed as I burst through the initial entrance “Yes bitch! Deeper! Go on!” she cried in little gasps. I tried to protest but she had hold of my ears and was grinding her twat into my face. “Fucking hell, Bitch, fuck me! Deeper! Yes, Yes!” and within a few seconds she was trembling and bucking through a violent climax. She shoved me away and pulled up her  panties

     Eleanor stepped forward “Good girl. You have pleased us this morning. Now run along and follow our instructions to the letter.” I turned quickly, bottle in hand, and raced back to my dormitory. I didn’t notice the strange glances and odd stares as I passed friends and acquaintances. At that moment in time I was on a mission to get ready for my 2.00 lesson with Mr Ontango.

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.