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The last posting of this somehow lost its ending - here it is again.

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 my living accommodation. 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
dining table, a sofa with two comfortable armchairs and bookcases
lining the walls. It leads onto a small kitchen with what appears to
be quite a well-stocked fridge. 

There doesn't appear 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 to 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 currently relaxed state of mind I will
have a go at reading anything. I lazily look round for something else,
perhaps more interesting to browse through and 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


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