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Inside a Girls Boarding School, a Wet DreamEnglish is a wonderful language of communication, and I envy men who get off on a sexy voice. At a well known finishing boarding school for young ladies, which I attended for six years, My mind was schooled, polished, and instilled with ideas, while my body was exercised, scrutinized, punished and taught to please, and both mind and body were brought together and sexually abused for the sheer pleasure of men three to four times our average age.As individuals, we never took anything personally, as all the girls got the same treatment, just being nude in a room full of men, was enough to make you pee yourself.It was close the 02:30 in the morning when I was awoken from a deep slumber, ‘Follow me girl’, it was old Bob, the night warder. I slid my long legs from beneath my warm blankets, it was November and the dorm was freezing, around me all the girls were sleeping, some had doubled-up for warmth, as we made our way between them, old Bob stopped at a bed and pulled the top covers back, Janet Jones and Masie Smith, were entwined in a lesbo lock, (Thighs crushed into crotches) both naked, like two little girls seeking warmth and security, ‘Get into your own bed’, whispered Bob, and as the girls separated, Bob put his hand between the legs and had a good feel, at night your pussy was the soul property of Bob, and if he wanted to put his finger in you, you obliged him.With Bob you got to smoke and party, get your pussy licked by a newbie, or hump a thigh, freedoms unheard off, and woo betide any girl denying Bob a feel.My first meeting with Bob, was when I was in the toilets, a long latrine with twelve toilets, all without doors, and I was sitting türbanlı escort when Bob marched in and stopped in front of me.I froze, my thighs went into lockdown, and I shivered. Bob stood towering over me, his eyes on my hands covering my modesty, ‘New girl’, he asked, ‘Yes Sir’, I replied.Bob was a retired pensioner, a man chosen for his age and presumed lack of interest in sex or girls, even his lack of mobility, emphasized with the use of a cane, was an addendum to his resume, by the board of governors, who felt that it was the hormonal young ladies, that would pose a threat to a younger male in that position.Six months later I had to agree with their assumption.But at my initiation of have a strange man looking down on me as I sat there with my nightdress around my nude bum, was a very different situation, ‘Let’s see what we have down there’, said Bob, surprisingly nimble enough, without the use of his cane, to adopt a kneeling position in front of me.’What’s you name’?Bob was an authoritarian figure, ‘Mariel Roberts, Sir’, I replied, as Bob parted my stiff thighs, as easy as Moses had parted the Red Sea.He wasted no time in putting his hand between my legs and finger inside me pussy, all the time staring deeply into my eyes, his were like Steve McQueen’s, a twinkling sky blue, ‘Well’, he spoke in a laboured slow way, ‘Mariel Roberts, should I ever go blind, or meet you in a dark room, I will know who you are by touching your pussy’, and as he spoke, he poked until the unyielding orifice gave way, and his finger touched your cervix, welcome to Bobs world.’I came when he did me’, said a voice, and as I jumped, startled, by the sudden appearance türbanlı escort bayan of two senior girls, laughing and looking much to my shame, as Bob withdrew his fat digit from my not so virginal opening and offered it to one of the girls, who sucked on it.’Bob you naughty man, another one on your belt’, she said as Bob pulled his finger from her mouth, she of course was referring to my scalp, this mythical belt held the scalps of every girl passed over Bobs index finger, ‘She’s as sweet as ever Bob’, and the smile on his craggy face made it light up, whereas the one on hers as she looked at me, hardened, ‘You, my bed’, she said, and suddenly I was alone, as all three disappeared as suddenly as they appeared. Cheryl, was the girl who did the sugar test by sucking Bob’s finger, and true to her word, waved me over to her bed where we got to know each other intimately that night, but that is another story, and I digress.I followed Bob like an obedient dog follows it’s master, subservience has to be experienced, in order to make one a stronger person in understanding human frailty.Bob stopped and turned as I almost walked into him in the dimly lit corridor, the cold concrete on my bare feet making my body shiver.Bob crushed his bulky frame against mine as his arms encircled me, and pulled my nightdress high, his fat hands gripping my bum cheeks, ‘Take your knickers off Mariel, and give them me’, he said releasing me.I reached up and removed the offending cotton and handed it dutifully to Bob, ‘All you had to do was ask Bob’, I said, as he put them into his pocket and turned and knocked quietly on the door in front of us.’Come in Bob’, escort türbanlı a loud voice boomed from within the room, and Bob opened it in a very humble manner, ‘Have brought Mariel, Mr Gordon, he said, she is thirteen and just arrived here’.Bob stood aside and I was ushered into a smoke filled room, with a strong smell of alcohol, ‘Mariel, my dear’, someone says, I cannot see who said it, but within minutes I am standing totally naked, my nightdress having been removed, soon the men were around me and touching all the sensitive areas on my body.’Does she frig herself’, someone asked, and the room fell silent, they awaited my answer, but I stood silently.’Make her do herself’, another said, and that seemed to strike a chord, so I stood there and went through all the motions of a girl masturbating, and out of the darkness men would step to shoot their own efforts onto my skinny body, my legs, buttocks, and face.I was thrown a towel and largely left unknown at the rear of the room, as the gratified men returned to drinking and smoking, the door opened and old Bob was there, pulling me back into the cold corridor, ‘Here’, he said, and handed me my panties back, ‘Hurry, put them on’, he said, the corridor was dark as it was dimly lit, and, as I was still naked and freezing, I did as he bade.Bob handed me my nightdress, which he held until my knickers were on and pulled tight up into my crotch, the warmth it restored into my shivering body, made me thankful for the thick wool from which it was made. I lay in bed and thought long and deep into my experience that night, a huge learning curve, and as my eyes closed on an experience, Bobs sperm dispersed itself into my warm crotch, I slept in my soiled knickers, and told Bob the next evening I had did so, I was now one of the trusted girls, and my education into the vagaries and perversions of old men was beginning, I was becoming an old man’s wet dream, something that describes me perfectly toady, and my pussy tingles at the thought.

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