Message-ID: <16912eli$9811050534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Herb Grinder Subject: RP{Herb Grinder}"BS Adv"(ffffM rel hum) {Pt2 Ch4 -3rd try at posting missing ending] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981104203852.2037.rocketmail@send204.yahoomail.com> This is the third attempt at posting this chapter with the ending that was missing the first two times - third time lucky? Boarding School Adventures Part 2 By Herb Grinder Chapter 4 (ffff/M, reluc, hum) If you are under age or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - Stop Reading This Now!! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. The story is not true, nor does the author advocate or condone acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. If you enjoyed this story, please let me know at herb_grinder@yahoo.com Prologue to Part 2 These are the ongoing memoirs of Timothy May, a rather naïve young man who finds gainful but rather unusual employment at Lady Cunningham's Academy for Young Ladies, an exclusive girl's boarding school situated in secluded country surroundings. Timmy finds the school a recently converted Georgian Manorhouse with places for up to 100 girls aged between 11 and 18. The post was advertised as being highly demanding with youth apparently being the principal qualification. It isn't long before our hero finds out just how demanding the post is to be... On the way to the school in Chapter 1, Timmy is sexually molested in the back of the school nurse's car by three schoolgirls. This would have been incredible enough, but in Chapter 2 Timmy is told he is to be a kind of walking dildo, satisfying the sexual needs and fantasies of all the young girls in the school. He is encouraged by Nurse Diver to take part (a very active part he finds) in the discipline and seduction of a girl called Penny. In Chapter 3 Timmy gets cajoled into taking part in the school's quaintly named "joyriding" games and finds himself forcefully and repeatedly raped by Miss Diver and a gang of her older girls in the senior common room. CHAPTER 4 In which Timmy finds a naughty magazine to be somewhat prophetic. The following day, I am still trying to come to terms with the events that have overtaken me. My memory of what happened after the "joyriding" games is hazy to say the least. However I do have a vague recollection of being helped to dress and shown to my quarters in the main part of the building. I remember dizzily staggering into a shower and collapsing into a warm, soft double bed. Surprisingly, I feel quite refreshed this morning and it doesn't take me long to appraise the extent of the accommodation I find myself in. The bedroom is fairly large and is equipped with a large double bed and walk-in fitted wardrobes. This leads onto an on-suite bathroom with a king-size shower and generous corner bath. The living room has a sturdy old-fashioned dining table, a sofa with two comfortable armchairs and bookcases lining the walls. It leads onto a small kitchen with what looks like quite a well-stocked fridge. There doesn't seem to be any TV or music system so it appears I will have to look for alternative forms of entertainment in my leisure time. The only window is in the living room and faces out into the school quadrangle. I step back rather hastily as some of the girls catch sight of me and wave rather too enthusiastically for my liking. A note on the table turns out to be from Helen Diver, the school nurse. She thanks me for my participation yesterday and hopes that I am not suffering any ill effects - my cock gives a twitch with that reminder. She goes on to tell me to relax and take it easy today and to unpack and settle in. So, it turns out I am to be left to my own devices. Sure enough I find my suitcase has been left near the door. As I pick it up I briefly toy with the idea of opening the outside door and taking a quick peek at what lies beyond but the memory of yesterday somehow holds me back. I spend the first part of the morning unpacking and exploring my surroundings until hunger forces me to do a detailed examination the contents of the fridge. It takes me no time at all to rustle up some eggs and bacon and the smell of fresh coffee gives the place that sense of normality that was missing before. After breakfast, I wander into the living room and clear myself a space on the sofa amid the piles of magazines and newspapers I'd been browsing through during my exploration that morning. They are mostly womens' magazines and educational journals and they hold little fascination for me. But in my current state of mind I will have a go at reading anything. As I lazily look round for something else, perhaps more interesting to browse through, somehow my eye catches what looks like the corner of a periodical sticking out from underneath a cushion on the sofa. Pulling it free, I gasp with surprise as my eyes fall on the front cover. It seems to be a particularly saucy magazine and as I flick hastily through the pages I suddenly feel once again as though my underpants have become three sizes too small. I have never seen a magazine like this before. The words "SCHOOLGIRL STORIES" are emblazoned across a colour picture of a smiling young girl in school uniform sitting licking an iced-lolly in the shape of an erect penis. Her slender bare legs are widely parted, rudely displaying the white cleft of her panties under her short pleated skirt. The stories and drawings inside are rather raunchy. At one place the well-thumbed magazine falls open at an illustration of a secluded woodland scene with a naked struggling schoolboy held spread-eagled on his back in the grass by a group of laughing girl guides. One girl kneels between his parted legs stroking and fondling him into an erection while another steps out of her panties as a prelude to a female "gang-bang". A shudder runs down my spine as that picture brings back fresh memories. I hastily turn the page to reveal another picture showing a teenage boy completely stripped and tied securely to the corners of a large bed with two naked giggling schoolgirls lying on either side of him playing with his erection under the blankets. The line drawings are extremely detailed and leave very little to the imagination. All the stories feature girls of school age and I suppose this is the reason for the magazine's title. Indeed the sub-heading reads "NAUGHTY STORIES FOR ALL YOUNG GIRLS". As I thumb my way through the erotic pages, the sight of those young girls and the titillating things they are doing to the boy in each picture causes my own fantasies to run amok. My thoughts are suddenly and rudely interrupted by the harsh sound of the front doorbell. "Damn it!" I swear as I leap up like a scalded cat. Flinging the magazine aside and trying to conceal the uncomfortable bulge in my trousers as best I can, I open the front door. I am half expecting to see Helen Diver standing there but to my amazement my eyes are presented with the vision of four pretty girls all dressed in the uniforms of girl-guides. "Hello Mr.May!", smiles the leading girl sweetly. "Miss Diver said you might need some help to tidy up a bit today". She tosses back her long blonde hair and looks me up and down as I stand there gaping like a moron. They appear to be about 12 or 13 years of age and are dressed exactly like the drawings of the naughty girl-guides in the magazine. The coincidence takes my breath away and at first my voice refuses to respond as I stare at their short skirts and bare, slender legs terminating in dainty white socks and black, pointed strapover shoes. "It's Bob-a-Job week", explains another of the girls, her eyes widening with interest as she catches sight of the bulge in the front of my trousers. She turns and winks at the others. "We'll do anything for a bob". The four girls burst into fits of suppressed giggling and my mouth goes dry as my eyes take in the way their girlish little breasts, just beginning to need the support of a bra, jiggle enticingly under their crisp uniform blouses. I guess these girls must be pupils at the school and I really have no choice but to let them in. "Er, I - I suppose I could do with a hand", I stutter as I stand back to let them through. "Oh, we're very good with our hands - and other things!" winks the blonde girl, making the others explode into renewed fits of giggling again. "I'm Mandy and this is Tracy, Sally and Suzanne", she smiles by way of introduction as she sidles past, brushing her jutting little breasts tantalisingly against my chest and filling my senses with her warm fragrance. She runs her eyes over the devastation in the living room. "Would you like us start here first Mr.May?" I open my mouth to reply in the affirmative but close it again as the four girls begin busying themselves picking up the scattered newspapers and magazines around the room. They whisper to each other and giggle as they watch me trying not to stare at their long slender legs and the tantalising way their short skirts ride up when they bend over. "Ooooooh! look what I've found girls!" suddenly exclaims Suzanne excitedly. I turn and gape in horror at the magazine she is holding in her hand. HELL! I'd forgotten all about that DAMN MAGAZINE!. I rush forward to make a grab at it but she pulls her hand away laughing. "I think Mr.May's a bit embarrassed about this." she giggles stepping backwards and waving the offending article just out of my reach. Feeling myself blushing furiously, I make another desperate lunge to retrieve the magazine. Suzanne snatches it away again at the last moment as Sally and Tracy grab my legs. With my hands clutching at empty air I promptly lose my balance and fall sprawling ignominiously to the floor. Squealing with delight, the girls pile themselves on top of my prostrate body, pinning me face-up on the carpet. "That's private, give it back!" I gasp as Mandy sits astride my chest and Suzanne on my stomach while Tracy and Sally stake out my arms and legs. I struggle ineffectually under the combined weight of the four giggling schoolgirls. "This must be the magazine that Miss Diver confiscated from Wendy Wilcox", breathes Suzanne ignoring my pleas as she eagerly thumbs through the pages. "Some of the fifth year told me its full of naughty stories about schoolgirls kidnapping boys and using them for their pleasure." "Really!" gasps Tracy incredulously, "Let's have a look!" "Wow! I've always wanted to do something like that." she blushes coyly as she catches sight of the girl-guide picture. "Ooooh! look, she's playing with his cock!" giggles Sally, pointing over Suzanne's shoulder. "I wonder how they got that boy to take all his clothes off." muses Tracy wistfully. "They would just hold him down and strip him silly!" laughs Mandy. "Then they could play with his cock as much as they liked." "Mmmmm!" murmurs Suzanne mischievously, "I'd love to play with a boy's bare cock like that!" She grins as if a sudden thought had just crossed her mind and winks slyly at the other girls. "How about taking Mr May's clothes off and see how big we can make his cock grow?" They all giggle their assent in chorus and panic begins to seize me like a vice as it suddenly dawns on me what this conversation is leading up to. Girlish fingers fumble around the front of my trousers and I feel my zip being hauled down. "Nooo! you can't!" I cry, desperately renewing my ineffectual struggles. "Come on Mr.May, don't you like the idea of being stripped naked by four randy little girls?" giggles Suzanne as she balances herself skilfully on my struggling body and begins unfastening my belt at the same time. "Noooo! please!" I cry out in mounting panic as Mandy gets to work on the buttons of my shirt, pulling it open and peeling it back up to my armpits. She leans forward to grasp my arms and I am presented with an unrestricted view up her short skirt as Sally deftly hauls my shirt over my shoulders. The crutch of Mandy's panties hovers over my face, forming a white cotton "V" shape between the pink flesh of her slender thighs. "You like looking up girls' skirts don't you Timmy?" giggles Mandy leaning back a little as Sally carelessly tosses my shirt aside. "How would you like a real close look?" Any reply I might have made is silenced by the simple expedient of Mandy suddenly sitting astride my face. Pressing the crutch of her panties firmly over my mouth and nose. Accompanied by much squealing and giggling, my trousers and underpants are both hauled down over my ankles and I feel my exposed prick hardening perceptibly under the wide-eyed scrutiny of the four schoolgirls. Oooh! Look, it's getting bigger already!" exclaims Tracy. I gasp as Suzanne cups my exposed balls in her delicate hands. Within seconds I am struggling violently as she begins teasing and stroking my naked cock up to bursting point. I groan and wriggle and gasp under the agonising pleasure of small feminine hands groping and fondling me between my parted legs. Sally holds my arms pinned securely to the floor while Tracy stakes out my legs, spreading them wide apart in order to give Suzanne a better feel. Mandy continues to sit contentedly on my face, her short skirt raised up over her slender waist. Pulling my head firmly into the cleft between her shapely thighs, she presses her sex hard against my mouth and I can feel and taste her girlish little vagina through the thin fabric of her panties. "Don't you like girls playing with your cock Timmy?" giggles Suzanne wickedly, giving my balls another playful squeeze. I groan and wriggle and gasp under the agonising pleasure of her hands groping and fondling me between my parted legs -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----