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Schoolgirls

... 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 ...