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EDITORS NOTE:  This story is one of 5 stories in a series.  The series is known as the "Boarding School Adventure" series.  For the whole complete story, you must read all 5 stories in the series
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Boarding School Adventures 
By "Dirk"
Prologue 

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.

[Note:  The story is continued in "Boarding School Adventure 5"]
