Message-ID: <17077eli$9811090556@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Herb Grinder Subject: RP{Herb Grinder}'BS Adv'(ffffM rel hum)[Pt2 Ch 4&5] 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: <19981108152635.12524.rocketmail@send201.yahoomail.com> Boarding School Adventures Part 2 (Chapters 4 and 5) By Herb Grinder (I'm still having trouble with a missing ending to chapter 4 so I'm posting both chapters together. Thanks to all those who let me know that the previous postings were not complete) 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 "Look, it's standing up like a beanpole now!" "Go on, toss him off Suzanne!" "Yes, lets watch him spurt!" Suzanne wraps her dainty fingers expertly around my pulsating cock and begins to rub her hand up and down its full length. I gasp and wriggle helplessly under the combined weight of the four girls pinning me down. Mandy momentarily lifts her pert little bottom away from my face, while still holding my head firmly trapped between her slender thighs. The naughty schoolgirl reaches under her skirt and shamelessly slips her panties down to her knees, giving me a perfect view of her naked little vagina hovering inches above my blushing face. I stare at the place where her slender thighs part and notice that the base of her flat tummy has not yet started to produce the fur, which will later adorn her feminine charms "Open wide Mr.May!" she giggles as she settles herself comfortably over my face again, pressing the unfledged but pouting lips of her sex firmly into my open mouth. Her cunt tastes salty and slightly musky as she begins rocking gently backwards and forwards over my captive features. With a few more quick thrusts, pretty Suzanne brings me off in no time at all. I give a series of shuddering groans, muffled by Mandy's vagina as I feel myself spurt. My naked body stiffens and jerks repeatedly as the giggling schoolgirl continues to toss me off, squeezing my balls to milk the very last drops of sperm from my writhing body. My exclamations are smothered by Mandy's slender thighs squeezing my head and forcing my tongue urgently between the lips of her hot little vagina. She comes with a long low "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!" as her body stiffens and jerks over my face. "Hmmm, not bad," grins Suzanne licking her fingers. "You are so sweet Mr May!" she giggles. Chapter 5 (ffff/M, reluc, hum) CHAPTER 5 Timmy finds he can't resist the girl guides request for some private studies. "Would you like us to play with you some more?" breathes Suzanne, licking her lips and running her dainty fingers down between my widely parted legs. Percy is beginning to respond again and the schoolgirl gasps with delight as she fingers a familiar growing hardness so soon after release. "Girls, please!" I gasp as Sally's hand also joins in for a spot of cock squeezing. "Better lock the door Tracy." says Suzanne wickedly. "We don't want to be disturbed while we're having him!" The dull metallic click of the key turning echoes down the outside corridor like the gates of doom. "Girls no!" I shriek, trying to pull myself from under their clinging embrace but with little success. "I could get ten years for what you're thinking of doing with me." "Don't worry about that," says Suzanne grinning at my obvious discomfort. "No one will ever know. Besides that's what you're really here for!" "What I'm really here for?" I repeat foolishly. "Yes, your predecessor used to have some of us girls up here for, er, Private Studies." she explains, carefully choosing her words. "Private Studies?" I gasp incredulously. "Of course, he used to study our privates and then have us!" titters Tracy, blushing furiously at the temerity of her own joke. The girls break out into renewed fits of giggling and my mind reels with all the connotations implied in that simple sentence. While my mind is thus occupied, the girls take advantage of my distraction and I suddenly find my arms and legs gripped even tighter by Mandy and Suzanne. Squealing with delight, the girls renew fondling my balls and stroking my rapidly hardening cock. "Girls, please!" I implore, making a half-hearted attempt to release my arms and legs from their tenacious grip. "What's wrong Mr May?" giggles Suzanne with mock disappointment. "Don't you like the idea of screwing little girls?" The very thought of doing such a thing to these pretty girl guides causes Percy to rise like the bow of a schooner. The girls squeal in triumph as they overcome my feeble attempts to protect my modesty. My confused mind still shudders at the knowledge that what these girls intend to do is obviously illegal, not to say totally immoral. "Girls, stop!" I gasp. "No-oo-oo-OH!" "If you don't let us use you for our pleasure we'll tell everyone that you're a sex maniac who likes raping little girls." pouts Mandy, stamping her foot on the floor to emphasise her words. The enormity of their threat makes my head spin with its connotations. It would be their word against mine and I have a shrewd idea who the Sunday papers would believe most. There is nothing else for it. These randy little schoolgirls have me in a fix and they know it. "Ooooh! He's got a nice stiffy!" giggles Suzanne, licking her lips and running her dainty fingers along the length of my straining erection. Mandy slides herself back down my chest until she is straddling my stomach. She bends down, covering my face with hot, passionate kisses. Her tongue flicks hungrily inside my mouth and I feel my cock sliding between her bottom cheeks as her shapely young body presses against mine. Pinned to the carpet, I struggle under the combined weight of the four young girls. Mandy's short skirt rides up as she kisses me and I feel the base of my cock pressing against the entrance of her unfledged little slit. "Mmmmm - Nice." She breathes, rubbing herself urgently against my erection. As if by a prearranged signal, Mandy reluctantly disengages herself when Tracy and Suzanne step out of their short skirts and slip off their uniform blouses. I watch nervously as the girls divest themselves of bra and panties. Naked except for their dainty white socks and black shoes, the girls cast aside the last of their skimpy underwear. Their budding young breasts are very small but their jutting nipples stand out like little pencil erasers. Their legs are long and slender and their waists narrow with no trace of pubic hair to be seen between their girlish thighs. "Suzanne can screw you first, then me." giggles Tracy, lowering her eyes and blushing slightly as I stare up at her naked little body. "Oh Goody!" exclaims Suzanne eagerly, clambering over my prostrate form. "This beats mixed hockey any day!" With her legs parted on either side of my thighs, she shamelessly exposes the unfledged lips of her tiny girlish vagina to my growing lust. Her little breasts stand out as proud as pomegranates displaying their cherry-red nipples as she wriggles her bottom into a more comfortable position so the purple head of my penis is poised at the entrance to her vagina. Mandy opens a drawer and takes out a half-empty jar of vaseline. She passes it to Suzanne who holds it up to let me see the label. "Some of us girls might be a bit tight for you at first sir!" she smiles wickedly. I almost cream myself there and then as the giggling schoolgirl transfers some of the jar's contents onto her fingers and slowly rubs the slippery substance over my straining erection. Sensing my readiness, the naked schoolgirl stops her rubbing motions and reverses her position, seating herself on my stomach. Once again I feel my captive member forcefully inserted into a warm, moist place. "Ooooh! Ahhh! that feels good!" gasps Suzanne. Tracy decides to straddle herself over my face, sliding the pouting lips of her cunt over my mouth and nose. Suzanne's tight little bum cheeks pump furiously up and down and she utters little cries of pleasure as her petite round bottom pounds into my belly. I feel soft girlish fingers caressing my balls and my own gasps are smothered by Suzanne's little slit pressing hard into my face. My breathing becomes faster and more ragged, timed with each quickening thrust of Suzanne's shapely round bottom. While my thick cock makes soft slurping noises as it slides in and out of the schoolgirl's tight little cunt. With a deep groan, partly muffled by Tracy's pussy covering my mouth and with beads of sweat running down my forehead, I feel my lust once again squirting forcefully between a young girl's shapely thighs. "Oh sir, that was delicious!" sighs Tracy as she rolls over with exhaustion. But there is to be no respite. Sally has also stripped herself naked and promptly scrambles over my prostate body, trapping my limp cock between her warm little unfurred cunt lips. "No Sally, please!" I gasp. "Now my turn," she giggles. She begins to slide up and down astride my thighs, rubbing my penis with the soft lips between her legs. Exhausted, my abused body pinned to the floor by four naked schoolgirl nymphets, I groan as I feel Percy slowly renewing his former stiffness. This is going to be another busy day. To be continued in Chapter 6 herb_grinder@yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----