Boarding School for Girls, Part 4

by Lorinda Jade

“Come on, wake up sleepy head!”

Clare was roused out of her slumber by a hand gently shaking her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Tasmina’s kindly brown face beaming down at her. Tasmina was perched on the edge of Clare’s bed. She was naked, save for a pink silk g-string.

“We’ve both been assigned to go help Miss Pennington today, over in the sports block. Get yourself to the bathroom now, and I’ll sort out what we’re gonna wear.” When Clare got back Tasmina had gelled her short spiky hair and had already got into her maroon polo shirt and navy sports skirt. “I thought this would be appropriate for Miss P,” she stated firmly. Clare proceeded to dress the same. Tasmina’s eyes twinkled, “Normally you’d wear your maroon PE knickers with this outfit, but I have a plan.” She reached under her skirt and pulled her thong down past her ankles, then stretching it between her two thumbs, she fired the item of underwear across the dorm so that it landed plumb in the middle of her bed. “Let’s go pantyless!” For a moment Clare looked unsure, but after a comforting smile from Tasmina, she answered, “Umm OK then.”

After a hearty breakfast, the two girls walked hand in hand out of the main building and across the rear lawn. Clare was amazed at how Tasmina managed without wearing any shoes, and for some strange reason she was entranced by the older girl’s slender feet and the long toes with painted nails, which made a soft padding noise everywhere Tasmina seemed to go. She was just happy to be with her ‘African princess’ for the day. The two girls were chattering inanely when the sports mistress found them. She was fresh from her morning workout, with patches of sweat on her shiny leotard and tights.

“Hi, I’m Gina Pennington. Pleased to meet you Clare.” She turned to glare at the older girl “Tasmina, I hope you’ve not been corrupting our new girl.” Tasmina said nothing at first and tried (not too successfully) to look innocent. “Of course not, Miss P.”

“Well ladies, we’ve got to sort out all the sports equipment and check it over to make sure everything’s OK before term starts tomorrow. And we’ll separate out all the old crap, just so I know what kit will have to be re-ordered.”

Gina Pennington, a former student of Elysian Fields was 25, and after attending public school she had gone on to teaching college where she’d gained her degree in Sports Coaching. She was 5’4” tall, with a firm 34B figure, reminiscent of a pro fitness model. With her shoulder length blond hair tied into classic pigtails, she looked closer to 15 than 25. Clare thought she was ‘super cute’.

After a couple of hours hard work in the kit store, Gina decided it was time for a break. Back inside the sports mistress’s office, Tasmina and Clare helped themselves to nutritional snack bars and isotonic drinks, whilst Gina sat down with a drink and lit up a Marlboro Light. The younger girls were glad of the few moments rest, but looked a bit nonplussed when Gina exhaled a final plume of smoke and announced “Well ladies, there’s still about an hour to go till lunch, so let’s go through into the gym and do a few light exercises to see what you’re made of.” The girls grudgingly plodded into the cavernous gymnasium. Miss P wagged a finger, “Right Clare, shoes off same as Tasmina, and I think you girls should also remove your shirts and go stand over there.” Gina surveyed the semi-naked girls standing in front of her, “Stand straight with your arms stretched up in the air. Now bend over and touch your toes, and keep your knees straight!”.

The girls did as requested. Clare felt her leg muscles tighten as she attempted to touch her toes, but Tasmina effortlessly managed to lay the palms of her hands flat on the floor. “Right, stretch up again as far as you can and bend over to touch your toes once again, and hold the pose!” This time Clare found it much easier. Gina walked around to the rear of the girls and stopped short. “Tasmina! I do believe you are not wearing any knickers!” She gently lifted Clare’s skirt, “And neither are you young lady!” Gina stomped round to face the girls again, and stood with her hands on hips. “Tasmina, you should know better! You never enter my gym without wearing regulation knickers. Normally, this sort of misdemeanour would merit me spanking both your bottoms, but seeing as it’s not officially term time yet, I think we may be able to find a way to settle the matter amicably.” Looking straight into Clare’s eyes she added, “Just take this as a gentle warning, that I expect proper conduct in my classes. I won’t be fucked about.”

The girls both replied, “Sorry Miss P.”

“Right, both of you miscreants, go sit on that bench over there, with your legs spread apart. On second thoughts, take your skirts off too.”

Gina knelt down in front of the shameful naked girls and pulled her leotard off her shoulders to expose her pert breasts. Her nipples were already rock hard. She leaned over closer to run her finger around Tasmina’s dark labia. Tasmina spread her legs even wider and she felt Miss P’s finger slip effortlessly inside her damp 11-year-old hole. Clare was so thrilled, she took hold of her girlfriend’s hand and began to plant soft kisses all over her face. The finger pulsed in and out of Tasmina’s cunt, causing her to groan softly.

Satisfied with her work, Gina withdrew the finger for one last time and planted her mouth on the lush black cunt. Tasmina squirmed as she felt Gina’s pierced tongue brush over her erect clit, and Clare’s soft tongue plunging almost down her throat. Gina turned her attentions to Clare. Clare composed herself on the bench as Gina’s hands slid over her thighs until they reached the very top. Gina very carefully parted the 8 year old girl’s outer labia and gasped at the girl’s diaphanous pink membrane.

“Oh my fucking god you’re still virgo intacta!” Clare looked puzzled. “It means your hymen hasn’t been broken yet. It’s all part of growing up, but I’ll leave that for one of the older girls to do”. Clare looked frightened. “No need to be so worried. You’ll learn about it all in your PSHE classes. If you’re really concerned, pop along to have a chat with Matron. She’s the expert on these matters.”

Tasmina gave Clare a reassuring hug.

Gina stood up, “So Clare, would you like to do a little something for me?” The girl nodded. “Remove my leotard and tights please.” Clare was only too happy to peel the sweat drenched garments off Miss Pennington’s tight body, and she decided that Cheryl’s observations were indeed correct. Gina got down onto the floor and flipped her legs over until she was in the ‘piledriver’ position, her buttocks high in the air. Wriggling her hands round to open up her perfectly shaved cunt she demanded, “Right child, get your face in there and lick me out!”.

Instinctively, Tasmina grabbed Clare by the hair and pushed the youngster’s blushing face into its target. Clare had no option but to start licking, and she did think that Miss P’s juices smelled rather divine! Tasmina guided Clare’s tongue to show her protégé how to stimulate the clit and labia, as well as getting it deep inside the wet love hole. Gina moaned louder and louder until a fountain of juice squirted from inside of her, splattering Clare’s face.

“Don’t worry darling, that’s not piss all over you… but no time to explain just now,” Tasmina advised the bewildered eight year old.

Gina sprang up and leaned over to wrap her arms round Clare and give her a soft lingering kiss on the lips. “Well Clare Peterson, it seems you’re a quick learner. I like that in my girls. I can see we’re going to get along just fine. Right, best now we all go for a shower, then we’ll see what Cook’s got laid on the table for us,” she grinned.