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It was a warm day in early summer on an exclusive boarding school for girls in the southern Netherland countryside. In a top floor study-bedroom, s*******n year-old Sixth Form pupil Olga was enjoying what she liked best: applying her tongue and fingers to a girl’s cunt and hearing the whimpering moans as she took her to climax.


Olga was an adept pussy-eater who had given satisfaction to quite a few girls in her class; she followed the adage often uttered by her teachers, although they probably had other endeavors in mind – ‘practice makes perfect’. The little hussy in front of her, lying back on the bed with her eyes closed and soft groaning sounds issuing from her half-open mouth, was even more delectable than most – in both her attractiveness, and her wanton enjoyment of their mutual lust. Olga did not normally trawl the younger girls (it was almost an unwritten rule that sexual pleasure was taken with girls of the same year), but Simone Carrington was worth making an exception for. She was without doubt the prettiest girl in the Fifth Form, fifteen-and-a-half years old, with dark hair platted into pigtails, large brown eyes in a cute and deceptively-innocent pixie face, and rosebud lips. Simone was quite petite, only five foot three inches, with a slim waist, pertly thrusting conical tits which although not really large were quite noticeable on her small body, and a deliciously jutting ass. It was the latter which had most caught Olga’s eye, and there was no doubt that the little minx had been flouncing it past her in a deliberately coquettish way. After a few unmistakably flirtatious conversations, in one of which Simone had apparently absent-mindedly undone her top three shirt buttons to give the bigger and taller girl a good view of her bra and cleavage, she had served up a pretext by asking Olga for assistance with some maths problems she was stuck on. Olga had readily consented to help, and suggested a ‘private study session’ in her room on this afternoon – at which the younger girl had actually fluttered her eyelashes at her, smoothed her hands across her shirt front, and promised breathily that she would be there ‘ready and willing for you to show me how to do it’. Well, thought Olga, what could be a clearer promise than that, and the Saturday afternoon – when most pupils and teachers were out for the half-day – would be the perfect opportunity.

Olga was well above average in physical charms herself. She had just turned s*******n, and was five foot eight inches tall, with long natural brown hair that was usually kept behind an Alice-band or in a pony-tail. Her eyes were more grey than blue, and her figure was ripening into womanhood, with breasts a little fuller than most of the other Sixth Form girls. She was quite slender and trim, and there were still traces of girlish coltishness in her movements. As she was in one of the two senior years (she would be in the Upper Sixth next year), she was entitled to her own study-bedroom – although she rather missed the sexual antics which she had enjoyed with her roommate during the previous year, after ‘lights out’ was called by the teacher on duty. When Simone arrived for their assignation, neither girl bothered much with the pretence that she was there for help with her maths. Olga gestured for the pretty young schoolgirl to sit on the bed, and then sat down next to her, thigh against thigh. Simone looked at her demurely, and put her arms behind herself for support, leaning back slightly in such a way as to stick her breasts out even more prominently. Olga placed one hand on Simone’s nearest knee, and when there was no protest or comment she slowly slid it under the grey uniform skirt and upwards to find and stroke the front of her panties – as she did so, Simone parted her thighs to allow easier access. For a brief moment, Olga withdrew her hand to unbutton and remove Simone’s plain white shirt and blue-and-black school tie. Then she urged Simone further onto the bed, so that the young slut’s head was resting on the pillow. Olga tugged Simone’s panties down her legs and threw them away, and then pushed the younger girl’s skirt up around her waist and spread her legs wide apart. Olga knelt between them, reaching first for Simone’s sweetly perky breasts, scooping them out of the plain white cotton bra and then tweaking and licking at the nipples. Simone started to moan at this, with murmurs that became louder as Olga transferred the attentions of her mouth to the younger girl’s pussy.

Several minutes passed pleasantly whilst the tip of Olga’s tongue poked into the tight crevasse of Simone’s cleft. As she concentrated upon the taste and texture of the sweet girlish opening between Simone’s thighs, Olga did not hear or notice the door of her room opening. Her first warning was when Simone gave a startled squeal and jerked backwards against the headboard of the bed, leaving Olga’s face to flop down on the bed-sheet. The noise had been very different from Simone’s previous gasps of pleasure, but when Olga lifted her face to see the cause of this upset, she gave a horrified squawk of her own. Standing beside the bed, hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face, was one of the teachers – Miss Betty, who taught geography and took a class for gym and sports as well. There was nothing Olga could do – she had been caught in a forbidden sexual perversion, and with Simone’s undressed state and her mouth on the girl’s cunt there was no point in denying it. The colour drained from Olga’s face, as she regarded the stern teacher with shock and fear. Miss Betty was in her early 30s, a fit and sporty woman whose lean figure was the result of frequent exercise; she had fairly short black hair cut in not quite the latest fashion, and the outline of her breasts and the bra encasing them could be seen against her green woolen jumper. Below this she wore a rather severe brown tweed skirt, stockings and plain brown shoes. Miss Betty was not an unpopular teacher, for although quite strict she also had a sense of humour, but now there was no sign of amusement in her expression.

‘Olga!!’, demanded the teacher, ‘what is going on here?’ There was no answer to that rhetorical question – it was obvious what had been taking place, and Olga certainly wasn’t going to name it out loud. After a moment, Miss Betty gave both girls their orders. Olga would report to Vera’s office at once, for as the older girl her offence was the most severe. Simone was instructed to put her clothes back on, and to wait in Miss Betty’s room until she also would be called to account by the school’s head. As a subdued Simone started to pull her knickers back on, Olga’s arm was gripped by the forceful teacher and she was marched out of the room and down the stairs. Olga was still fully dressed in her school uniform: black shoes, white knitted socks, a navy blue pleated skirt that fell to just above the knee, a plain white shirt and the school tie. She was instructed to sit on one of the chairs in the corridor outside Vera’s office, while Miss Betty knocked and entered the inner sanctum. After just a moment of the murmuring of voices, the teacher re-emerged and instructed the now tearful and fearful schoolgirl to go in. Olga hesitantly entered the room, whilst the teacher left in the other direction to locate the errant Fifth Former.

When Olga entered Vera’s study, she was almost quaking with anxiety. The head of the school had only been appointed two years before, and was an assured and assertive woman of a little 22. Her name was Vera, and she was very handsome in a every way: her blond hair was always halve way her shouders, and she wore almost no make-up. She was quite tall, five foot ten or eleven inches, and well built in proportion – quite large breasts were hidden under her starched blouses and woolen cardigans, and the swell of her hips and buttocks were constrained in the plain two-piece skirts and suits which she always wore. Sitting behind her desk, Vera regarded Olga sternly for a moment before speaking. ‘This is a very serious matter, Olga – very serious indeed. There is no doubt that you were engaged in perverse congress with another pupil – and, what is worse, a younger girl whom you had enticed, perhaps even pressured.’ There was no answer possible to this, as Olga would not make matters better for herself by claiming that Simone had been an eager participant (indeed, had almost seduced her rather than the other way round), and she would not make things worse for the younger girl by telling tales on her. So Olga just looked at the carpet, red-faced and with the tracks of tears on her cheeks, and mumbled something quite unintelligible. Vera sniffed disapprovingly, and then gave a slight sigh. To Olga’s horror, the head teacher then said: ‘I’m afraid that you must be expelled from the school; you will have to leave immediately, and I will write to your parents to tell them of the reason for your removal.’ Olga felt almost faint and staggered, clutching the edge of the desk to steady herself. This was awful – it was far, far worse than she had feared or expected. To be expelled from school for lesbianism was a social disaster – whilst a great deal of sexual congress went on between the girls at boarding schools and the women’s colleges at Oxford and Cambridge universities, the absolute social rule was that it was never publicly acknowledged or exposed. This would mark Olga out as a pariah in her social circle, and it would enrage her parents. She would be ostracized, and her wealthy father might even disinherit her. Anything – absolutely anything – was better as an alternative.

Olga began to plead tearfully with Vera, proclaiming how sorry she was and begging to be given another chance. She declared her willingness to accept any other punishment, if only she could remain at the school and her parents not be told of her misdemeanor. In her distraught state, she did not notice the gleam that came into the mature teacher’s eye when she offered this, or realize it was exactly what Vera had intended when she had announced her draconian punishment. Vera pretended to be swayed by the girl’s contrition and beseechments into slowly reconsidering her decision, whilst concealing her inner glee and the warm dampening in the folds of her labia. This would be sweet, she thought to herself, sweet indeed, as she regarded the attractive and curvaceous young girl-flesh that was offering itself up to her mercy. ‘Well ...’ Vera said with a show of reluctance, ‘if you mean what you say about accepting any other punishment, then perhaps another way is possible. But you must agree in advance to whatever I impose on you, and if you balk or object to it then you will be expelled without any further debate or appeal – is that agreed?’ Olga was so relieved that at once she gave her assent, and burbled her thanks to the teacher for giving this reprieve. ‘Furthermore,’ added Vera, ‘for this offence, a single punishment is not enough – you will also report to my office twice a week for the same punishment for the rest of this summer term, and once a week all through next year.’ Olga gave a kind of gasp, but the alternative was no alternative at all, and she mutely nodded her assent – after all, she consoled herself, whatever it was couldn’t be too bad, and there were only seven weeks of the term left anyway; she could endure it, and do so next year as well. Vera looked at her sternly, clearly requiring more definite assent, and with a bit of sniffing, Olga haltingly declared her acceptance of any punishment, as was deemed appropriate. ‘Good,’ said Vera less severely, and she handed Olga a handkerchief and told her to wipe her eyes and nose, and not to be afraid.

The top of the Vera’s large rosewood desk was quite clear apart from a few papers and the telephone, which she removed to a side table. Olga was ordered to stand in front of the desk, and bend over it, face downwards. Vera stood up and removed her suit jacket, which she placed over the back of her chair. As Vera slowly walked around the side of the desk, Olga was afforded a view of the mature woman’s profile which at any other time might have excited her – for it was clear that Vera more than amply filled a large bra, below which she still had a flat stomach and narrow waist. But all Olga had eyes for was the cupboard to which the teacher went (affording a good look at her curvy ass as she did so), and from which she removed a long thin rattan cane. Olga gulped fearfully – she had been afraid it would be this. Of course, corporal punishment was not thought odd or wrong, even when applied to older girls. Vera actually caned girls comparatively rarely and only for serious matters, but Olga was aware that when she did use it, she had a reputation for being a mean hand with the cane. Still, Olga knew that she must take this, as refusing meant expulsion and its dreadful wider consequences.

Carrying the vicious-looking cane in one hand, Vera went out of Olga’s view as she came round to stand behind her. A moment later, Olga felt Vera’s fingers briefly touch the side of her leg before lifting upwards the school uniform skirt and laying it over Olga’s back, revealing her bottom. The girl’s fearful anticipation mounted, but for a moment nothing happened as the lustful lesbian teacher savored the sight of the pretty young panty-clad bottom that was thrust out on display. Olga felt Vera’s hand lightly caress her panties, and then she heard the dreaded words: ‘these will have to come off’. Vera hooked a finger around the elasticized waistline of Olga’s regulation plain white cotton knickers, and slid them gently down her legs. She gave a light rap with the cane on Olga’s right ankle, and when the girl lifted it in response, the panties were removed. For a second as she knelt behind the Sixth Former, Vera had an unimpeded close-up view of the girl’s pretty pussy. She arose and took a step back, picking up the cane from where she had propped it. Now she gave a brief tap against the inside of each of Olga’s thighs, just above the knee. ‘Spread wider’, was the next injunction to the trembling schoolgirl, who hastened to obey, shuffling her feet sideways until they were about two feet apart and the teacher said ‘enough’. As Olga lay with her stomach flat on the big desk, her cute bottom jutting out over its side, her thighs parted and her hands gripping the further edge in anticipation of the pain to come, she was aware that all of her most private parts were now fully exposed to Vera’s sharp gaze.

The suspenseful moment lengthened, and Olga gave a slight gulp. Then she felt the tip of the cane against the inside of her right knee, from where it slowly traced upwards against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The schoolgirl could hardly believe it when the cane continued its inexorable rise up to the join of her legs, until it was pressing against the base of her pussy. She whimpered – surely the bitch was not going to cane her there?! Was that what she had been made to agree to? It might appeal to the teacher as some kind of horrible ‘punishment that fits the crime’, but it would be cruel and agonizing. Olga began to tremble as the thin cane unmistakably pressed against her pussy lips, and then it began to move backwards and forwards against them, sliding in between and lubricating her in the process. As the cane slipped in further and moved more vigorously, Olga began to feel aroused – she was on a knife edge of fear and excitement, each one feeding the other. The girl gave a slight moan and a different kind of shake, sexual and inviting. Out of her view, Vera smiled in hawkish anticipation, enjoying how the girl was being turned on as she played with her. Vera then asked Olga one more time, saying it is her final chance to back out of their deal: does she still accept whatever punishment she is given now, and its repetition at other times? Olga had become so turned on from the cane’s pressure and probing that she gasped out; ‘yes, anything! oh! do whatever you want!!’ I shall, sweetie, thought Vera, but she did not reveal her gloating anticipation of what was yet to come.

The cane was removed, and Olga was aware that Vera was standing very close behind and was bending over her prone form, breathing slightly heavily. Then, to Olga’s mingled shock, horror and joy, she felt a hand move up her inner thigh to touch her pussy lips, tracing along her slit and slipping inside where the rubbing of the cane had wet and widened her. ‘Ooooohhh!’ gasped Olga, writhing slightly under this tantalizing touch, but she found she could not move very much, as Vera placed her other hand firmly in the small of Olga’s back, pinning her down to the desk. As Vera caressed and stroked the young girl, she leant further forwards to reach into her, and Olga felt the delicious weight of the teacher’s large breasts lower upon her back, the hard nipples jutting through the silky fabric of the blouse. Vera’s fingers probed further into the Sixth Former’s pussy, until she encountered the girl’s unbroken hymen – a surprise, as she thought that such an active lesbian (for Vera knew very well which girls – and teachers – were inclined that way) would have lost it long before. Still, she thought, no time like the present! In a husky and excited voice, she whispered into Olga’s ear: ‘First of all, my girl, you’re losing that!’ Olga gave a kind of fearful whimper, but in truth she was so sexually aroused and so profoundly thrilled to be mastered in this way, to have such a mature sexual woman lust for her, that she would have accepted anything that was proposed, however bizarre – and, in fact, she had been wanting to lose her virginity anyway.

With a smack to one of Olga’s thighs, Vera wordlessly indicated that the girl was to roll over onto her back, but not to rise from her sprawl across the desk. Vera quickly undid Olga’s school tie and unbuttoned her shirt, which was then pulled out of her skirt and open to either side. She took a second to admire Olga’s breasts, which were definitely fuller and riper than those of most s*******n year-olds. Vera laid her hands on the two white bra cups, kneading the soft young flesh within, and Olga responded with gasps of pleasure and the spreading of her legs even wider. Next Vera scooped the twin mounds out of the bra, without removing the garment, and bent to apply her mouth to each of the stiffening nipples in turn. As she did this, she thrust her right hand up Olga’s skirt to resume her caresses of Olga’s naked cunt. Then, after a minute or so of tit-sucking, she lifted the front of Olga’s skirt up like the bonnet of a car, and applied her mouth the puffy labia and wet, sweaty pussy in front of her. Olga was moaning and squirming on the top of the desk, her eyes closed, and begging for more.

Vera rose from her haunches to her full height, standing between the prone schoolgirl’s spread legs. Looking Olga straight in the eye, she slowly and sensuously unbuttoned her own blouse, removed it, and then undid the fastenings at the side of her skirt. When she let that fall to her ankles, Olga drank in the stunning sight towering over her. Vera was now clothed only in a sexy black bra, which had enough wiring to thrust her full breasts upwards and outwards, and below that a lacy suspender belt from which two straps on each side held up her glossy black stockings. Over these straps, so it could be slid down in an instant – as Vera immediately proceeded to do – was a pair of quite skimpy red knickers, and their removal revealed a large Venus mound with a fuzz of dark hair around it which had been kept clipped, so that the gape of her slit was clearly visible. Vera turned to one side, giving a full view of her flaring full-bodied ass, and went to a cupboard in the corner. When she returned a few seconds later, she was holding something which Olga had heard rumors of, but had never seen before. Now a common enough sight, it was a new version of the strap-on dildo, with the out-thrust rod made from a dark firm rubber like that used in making bicycle tires and a nice small dildo on the inside. Such devices were still rare, and about three years’ earlier it had taken Vera quite some time to secure a discrete introduction to a specialist shop who would sell her one.

She stepped into it and buckled the straps tightly closed after inserting the small dildo inside her own wet cunt. Olga gave a slight gulp, for its role and use required no imagination to foresee. She had promised to accept any punishment, and was beginning to realize that ‘punishment’ in the sense of unpleasantness was not what was being intended, but she also knew from all the girl-tales told in the school that losing the cherry could be a painful matter. Vera came to stand between her spread thighs once again, and rested a hand on Olga’s right breast, tracing its contours and then tweaking the nipple. She then told Olga to return to her face down position, and to spread her legs open, which the young girl silently obeyed. This was the part Vera liked most of all – a young girl’s cunt about to be shafted by her dildo – and she savored the anticipation for a moment, which also had the effect of heightening the tension for Olga. Then, with no warning, Vera gripped Olga’s hips and thrust the dildo into the pretty schoolgirl’s vagina, getting two inches with the first push. She rapidly increased the pace, pressure and depth, beginning what became a thorough doggy-fuck from behind, in the course of which one of the piston strokes with the dildo broke Olga’s hymen. The schoolgirl gave a cry of pain as it happened, and some involuntary tears leaked from her eyes, but after this momentary jab her lubricated wetness took over, giving the shafting strap-on an easy slide in and out of her. Olga soon began thoroughly to enjoy this – she had never before had sex with an adult woman, never mind one as powerful, imposing and experienced as Vera, and the schoolgirl gave herself up to the experience with total abandon. She was being fucked flat out on the desk top, with her cheek resting against the cool wood, and her rasping breaths became mewls of pleasure as she came for the first time from full vaginal penetration. ‘Oh, God!!’ screamed Olga, ‘Oh!! Oh, Christ alive!!’ ‘Don’t blaspheme’, Vera, giving a smart smack to the side of the buttock which the enthralled and transported schoolgirl barely noticed. The taking of the eager girl’s virginity and the sight of her wild abandonment were hugely arousing for Vera, and with a catch of her own breath she orgasmed immediately after her final deep penetration of Olga’s sloppy wet cunt. Vera then unbuckled the strap-on and put the end of the dildo in her own mouth, sucking Olga’s pussy juices from it as it were a lollipop.

Before Olga got up, Vera wiped around her cunt with a soft towel, which was simultaneously soothing and sensual. Then she pulled Olga’s panties back up her legs to their normal position, and helped the girl to her feet – she looked dazed, and was a bit unsteady. Vera reminded Olga that this was to happen on a regular schedule from now on – news which was now a delight to the lesbian girl, not a source of fear. She told her to come to her study again on the next Wednesday evening at 8.00 p.m., and to Olga’s excitement she added that they would have longer then, and could take it more slowly. Finally, Vera informed Olga that she must also receive a punishment from Miss Betty (who had caught her pussy-eating the pretty Fifth-Form girl), before that teacher would let the matter drop. Once Olga was fully dressed again, and her disheveled hair had been combed back into order, a quick call from Vera’s phone summoned Miss Betty. Without a further word, the eager-looking teacher took Olga to the private sitting room of the small studio flat which she, like around half of the teaching staff, occupied on the main school premises. Once inside, Miss Betty locked the door and gestured Olga to kneel on the floor, and came to stand directly in front of her. ‘Well, Olga, finding you that way was hardly a surprise to me’, she said, and then to Olga’s shock the teacher added that she had heard the rumors as to what a good pussy-eater Olga was, and she intended to put it to the test.

Then the teacher dropped her tweed skirt, revealing stockings and a garter belt, but no panties. Arching her hips, and taking a firm grasp of Olga’s pony tail, Miss Betty pulled the girl’s face right into her cunt. Olga needed no further encouragement – this she knew exactly how to do, this would produce a result. After a period of sucking and licking, Miss Betty’s pussy lips parted and moisture dripped from them onto Olga’s tongue and face. ‘Fuck it! You’re not bad at this, you little slut!’ the teacher said admiringly, and then she gasped as Olga’s tongue drove in deeper and rasped across her clitoris, sucking and rubbing it. Miss Betty’s breathing became hoarse and ragged, until suddenly she clamped Olga’s head tightly to her cunt, and her whole body shook and shivered in a lengthy orgasm. The satiated teacher looked at the smeared wet face of the schoolgirl, and drew it to her for a long, slow, tongue-twining kiss. Then she undressed Olga, stripped off her own clothes, and took the girl through the doorway to the adjoining bedroom. There she lay Olga down, and next thrilling hour was spent in sensuous love-making. It was early evening before Olga was released – not that she wanted it to end, but Miss Betty had a date with another of the teachers who lived in a small cottage about a mile from the school, with whom she would be spending the night and most of Sunday, and she needed to take a bath and get dressed. Olga tottered from the teacher’s suite, physically tired and with her leg and tongue muscles aching, as well as a recurring feeling of being bruised inside the pussy, but utterly exalted and delighted at the new lesbian experiences which the day had so unexpectedly brought.

Meanwhile, about ten minutes after Miss Betty had led Olga away from Vera’s study, there was a knock on its door. When told to enter, it was pretty fifteen year-old Simone whose face appeared around the door – but it was not a contrite, daunted or fearful Simone. She was wearing a huge smile, and trotted jauntily into the study, with a lithe youthful bounce and a flip of her hair. Vera rose at once from behind her desk, greeting Simone with a smile and a loving kiss, taking the girl into her embrace. ‘Well done, Simone,’ said Vera warmly, ‘you set that up just perfectly with Olga, and she is going to be a fine addition to our stable. Miss Betty is very pleased, she’s been wanting to have her for a while, and now Olga will be eating out of the palm of her hand – well, eating her, anyway!’ Simone preened under the praise, and her face was flushed with excitement – for now she would get her reward, her favourite thing in all the world: feasting on Vera’s pussy until the older girl came for her. Simone had first been seduced at the age of thirteen by the unmarried aunt of one of her friends, and whilst she was happy to fool around with other girls at the school, they just didn’t have the charisma, confidence and capable experience of a mature woman. Big busted girls were Simone’s true passion, and there was no one better in looks or authority at the school than its Headmistress.

Vera locked her study door, and stood in front of her desk chair. Simone knelt at her feet, undoing the fastenings and then taking down the woman’s elegant skirt – an hors d’oeuvre to the main meal that she loved. Vera had not troubled to put her knickers back on after the shafting of Olga, and so this revealed her naked pussy, deliciously framed by the black stockings and suspenders. Vera now sat down in her desk chair, which was swivelled to one side, and spread her legs apart. She took hold of Simone’s pigtails and steered the schoolgirl’s face into her sweaty, dripping, musky pussy. The young lesbian lapped avidly at the cunt of the woman who was nearly three times her age, and gloried in her power to bring her to a shuddering, drenching climax. She used her right hand to spread open the top of Vera’s slit, slipping her fingers in to stretch and rub the vagina, whilst her tongue slurped in and out further down, before fastening on the woman’s clitoris. All this aroused Simone intensely, and with her left hand she reached up under her school uniform skirt and impatiently tugged her own panties down to her knees. Then she thrust two fingers up inside herself, frigging her cunt as she licked and sucked on Vera’s gaping and capacious hole, lapping up and swallowing her juices. Vera’s long experience of lesbian intercourse enabled her to stave off her climax for some time, letting it build and build to a greater intensity so that when it finally arrived it was like a tidal wave.

Afterwards, Vera took off all of Simone’s school uniform and sat the petite naked girl on her lap. Simone’s legs were spread apart, and Vera stuck her long index finger deep into the teenager’s sopping vagina; it entered her without resistance, as she had long ago lost her virginity. Rapidly, almost cruelly, the Vera speared in and out of the girl’s cunt, fingering her to a vigorous orgasm. From a mixture of lust, excitement and submission, Simone was sobbing and gasping as she came, her small frame wracked by a triple orgasm. Vera kissed her softly, and then told Simone that her next task would be to seduce the attractive new assistant teacher of French language, Mademoiselle Claudette Theriot, a stylish young woman from Paris, and the two conspirators began to discuss their plan ...

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