Chapter 22

The next day, Naomi was still absent from school, and Lucy was to see Ms. Trunchbull in the evening. Lucy was relieved Naomi would not be there, she could have the headmistress all to herself ... though to say she felt a pang of guilt was an understatement in the extreme.

“Ah, child, young Ms. Mansouri is not feeling well this week, I gather,” Ms. Trunchbull mused. “A promising little student, and very tight in all the right places. Yet she still needs some ... encouragement. As for you...”

She lowered her glasses, peering over the rim at the young redhead.

“Ms. Trunchbull, I—I did learn a little more about Greece and the...”

“McSworley,” the older woman cut her off, already pulling Lucy’s sweater off impatiently. “I’m afraid you are a little ... slow. Your mother, too ... though you are both attractive, and that makes up for it.”

Lucy was disoriented as she was stripped naked in under a minute, left standing in front of the sofa. Ms. Trunchbull sat back, crossing her legs and offering a glimpse of flesh above her stockings. She picked up a glass of red wine.

“You know, child, I selected this wine because it goes so well with the taste of your little twat,” she chuckled. “It’s a little tangier than your little friend, like strawberries, a little like your hair.”

Lucy didn’t know how to process this information, let alone respond.

“Now, child, you really are not much use for anything, are you?” Ms. Trunchbull continued. “At least for now, you have your youth and your pretty face on your side. But you’re not good at understanding things, not good at sticking up for yourself, easily taken advantage of. You need a firm hand, in fact you will always seek one out, I believe.”

Ms. Trunchbull uncrossed her legs, giving Lucy a glimpse of her black panties between her thighs.

“A firm hand that your mother has plainly not provided. Your mother was very similar to you, you know, all save for her ripe breasts. They were ... so nice., yet don’t worry little one,...” she reached out and twisted one of Lucy’s cherry tipped dime sized nipples... “I am sure they will grow in time. Such a shame really, a loss of innocence when it happens.”

Lucy was more interested in what she was hinting about her own mother.

“Anyway, little one, it’s been a tiring day,” Ms. Trunchbull sighed. “So, get on your knees, remove my stockings, and start licking and massaging my feet.”

Lucy ran her small hands up the toned, strong calves and thighs of the older woman, feeling the material of the stockings. She peeled them down over Ms. Trunchbull’s knees, one by one, and slid them off her feet. The fresh, musky aroma of sweat rose from her skin. Lucy hesitated, then stuck out her tongue and licked along the instep, her fingers softly scraping her other sole.

“Good girl,” Ms. Trunchbull purred, swirling her wineglass lazily. “Though you missed the spot just ... here.” Her foot pressed suddenly against Lucy’s mouth, the toes slipping past her lips with ease. The taste of sweat flooded Lucy’s senses as the older woman flexed her arch against the girl’s tongue.

“Naomi’s parents are worried about her, of course. Not that I understand why they’d turn to me for guidance ... though perhaps they sense something I do particularly well. You and Naomi sit side by side in class, yet you’re still so shy with each other. Such a shame. I’d hoped you two might grow closer, two little girls, both so fragile, it would be nice if you became friends.”

Lucy, her lips sucking on the woman’s big toe, did not see a friendship blossoming between them anytime soon.

Ms. Trunchbull slouched forward, shifting her ass to the very edge of the sofa. “Take my knickers off, little girl.”

Lucy slid her fingers under the waistband of Ms. Trunchbull’s knickers, carefully pulling the fabric down over her knees and then her ankles, freeing them completely.

The headmistress leaned in, her hand cupping Lucy’s chin as she forced a deep, intrusive kiss onto her lips. Withdrawing slightly, she traced Lucy’s lower lip with a fingertip before pressing it inside, dragging it slowly over her tongue.

“Good girl. Now you understand, a little girl’s lips are for pleasure, not to be wasted on silly words. Now, kiss my other lips, between my legs.”

Lucy moved her face between the firm legs, towards the meaty, glistening labia, towards the warm, primal aroma of the older mature cunt.

“Go on,” the headmistress murmured, spreading herself wider. “Let’s feel that little hot tongue. I will say Naomi’s left a little to be desired, she required quite the spanking to so much as taste me here.”

Lucy’s tongue traced the outer folds of her pussy, savouring the praise as much as the denigration of Naomi’s performance. Ms. Trunchbull’s hand fisted in her hair, pulling her face tight against her gash.

Warm droplets spilled across her chin as Lucy kept going, thinking how much better she was going to be at this than Naomi. It even gave her a frission of delight, as her tongue snaked out some delicious goo from the older woman’s cunt, to imagine Naomi in her bedroom, crying, while she was free from the disgusting Ed Pembroke.

Ms. Trunchbull kicked her legs up in the air, spreading herself wide. Her buttocks parted, revealing her pussy and asshole like blooming petals as she gripped her own ankles. “Lick both holes, child.”

Lucy held both buttocks in her hands and licked from the bottom of Ms Trunchbull’s spine upwards. She ran her tongue up to her asshole, letting the tip linger to twirl a little in the winking anus, then up again, sinking into the steaming hot folds of her vagina.

“Mmm ... two young mouths would be perfect ... two little tongues, one for each of my holes,” Ms. Trunchbull purred, her hands buried in her own hair. “Naomi would make such a sweet little partner for you, wouldn’t she? Maybe next time, I’ll have you both down here together. But for now, you’ll have to do. Keep that tongue busy, little one ... and those fingers better not be idle. Put them to good use.”