Schoolgirls - Sex Stories

Schoolgirls

Schoolgirl 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 ...