Blackshaft – 1-05 – Lines part 4 – Epilogue

Blackshaft – 1-05 – Lines part 4 – Season Finale
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EPILOGUE


St Ignatious. Evening.

Emma Agnews watched the class walk out. It had been a easy day. They had all chatted, read, texted, whatever they wanted. Last day fun. They would be picked up and go home for the winter. She looked up as the door closed and silence had fallen on the room. There was a figure next to the door.. April Wallace, the same girl she’d met that night at Lulu’s. A 19 year old blonde with the sweetest smile and school uniform. The blouse was almost undone and the skirt would normally have been too short. Things had changed though. She had noticed the dress of all the girls had become more looser, more undone. April had been moved to another class. Taylor had talked to Miss Wyatt about it. It was thought necessary for Appearances. For now.
“Aren’t you getting picked up?” Emma asked, blushing as she remembered that night.
“Tomorrow.” April said. She stood up and walked towards the desk.
Emma could see the woman she seen at Lulu’s before her. She saw the confidence in the girl as she walked round desk and stood before her. “Miss?” April asked.
“Y-Yes…?” Emma replied, smelling the girls perfume. It was the same as one she’d worn in the club.
“Was it wrong to kiss you?” April smiled, leaning over.
Emma found herself lost in the moment as the blonde’s lips touched hers. She found herself responding gently to the kiss returning it. Then took the girl’s head in her hands and opened her mouth. She felt the girl’s young, searching tongue push in and responded. She kissed back hard then stood up, pushing the student back against the wall. “No.” she said. “Not wrong at all,” Emma kissed the girl back harder. She felt those young hands run down her back and squeeze her buttocks. No at all, she thought as the girl kissed her neck. How could she have been to ashamed of this?
Emma moaned as she felt the girl’s hand press down between her legs and cup her crotch. She looked deep into April’s eyes as the girl slowly rubbed her through the skirt, their lips brushing against each other. “So I guess it wasn’t wrong when I ate your pussy?” April breathed and rubbed her hands against Emma’s pussy. “And it wasn’t wrong when you ate mine…?”.
Emma smiled as she looked into the girl’s eyes. She saw the naughty glint in them. She understood. Then they’d been drinking but now? They were both stone cold sober. And Emma felt horny as hell. She seemed to feel horny a lot these days. All those beautiful looking girls made her hot. The thought of Taylor made her feel hot. Playing bad girl needing punished from Miss Wyatt made her feel hot. Being Blackshaft me her fell hot. Emma had a place and that was to service the black man, or woman. Both she and Caroline would. As she looked at her class of hot, young white girls Emma thought they all would. Or she’d die trying! It was only right. It was simply reparation. Slowly Emma slid down onto her knees in front of the girl. “No…” she purred, sliding her hand up inside April’s short skirt and let out a small gasp as she felt the naked skin underneath.
“Oops,” April smiled. “I think I lost my panties.”
Emma could smell the girl’s pussy juices. She inhaled them and smiled before gently lifting the skirt. She looked on the smooth shaved vagina. The soft lips glistened and… Emma smiled again as she saw the small white material sticking out from between the pussy lips. “I think I found them,” she said and kissed April’s clit, easing back the hood before kissing it again, and enjoyed hearing the soft moan it caused. She felt fingers stroke her head and took the material between her teeth. Emma pulled back, bringing the sodden panties from the just-as-wet pussy.
“Mmmmmm….”
Emma looked up and saw the girl’s face. Her eyes were closed and there was a look of happiness on her. Emma stroked the pussy, pulling the lips apart as she pulled the panties free and dropped them to the floor. She kissed the pussy gently then pressed her lips to the pussy lips and slowly opened her mouth. Breathing heavily onto the sensitive clit she pushed her tongue against it. Emma started eating out the young pussy as she felt those fingers again and heard the soft moaning. Emma felt April’s fingers grab her hair and pull her in. She slid her hands round to grasp a buttock in each hand and felt the girl begin to thrust against her face. The moaning was getting louder.
Yes, she’d bring them all. She’d seen the changes to the way they dressed and overheard the conversations and knew most of the girls were just needed a push. Just a tiny, little push. Emma pushed her tongue into April’s wet pussy and her the yelp of pleasure from the girl. She’d bring everyone of them. April Wallace was as good a student to start with….



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Caroline Wyatt stood at the window, looking at the cars as they left.
End of term. Time to relax, time to plan the next year. She had already seen the numbers of students that said they wouldn’t return. Seems the families were having a little trouble with finances. Mr Jameson had a plan for that. Turned out he knew a lot of the new members on the trust board. They seemed to be quite wealthy, and very charitable. Each family had an invite to return for free. It was the least the school could do. All these decades the school had been here, serving, teaching, and all in guaranteed privacy.
Besides, Caroline was eager to begin sharing the new philosophy of the school. Some of the staff that wouldn’t fit had been given generous payments and glowing references and waved off. There were new teachers coming in. Mr Jameson had suggested each of them. She knew his other name. But stayed with his school name. Mr IronRod didn’t fit the ethos of the place. She turned to the desk and looked at the list again. Lammie, Kellerman, Byrne and Seller were just some of the names on the list, both male and female. Caroline touched the pictures with the list. All the women were white, the men black. Just the way it should be, she thought and touched her belly. So far she had not fell pregnant. From the look of the men, she would have plenty of chances yet.
Caroline sat down and pressed the intercom. “All gone?” she asked.
“Yes, Miss Wyatt.” the voice said.
“Good.” Caroline said. “Then could you come in here, please. I need it. Please.”
She sat back and waited. A moment later the door opened. The young black woman stood there. Her name was Angelina, with skin smooth and the colour of chocolate. She was Caroline’s new secretary after that little bitch had run screaming from the place. After everything they had done for her, the ungrateful little bitch thought she ran things. Angelina was another one recommended by Taylor Jameson. She wore a trouser suit and looked at the principle with a smile. “You need it?” the young woman said.
“Yes.” Caroline whispered.
The woman slowly unzipped the trousers and and pulled the soft rubber strap-on from them.