So I quietly got out of bed and slipped on my dressing gown to fetch a book from our study. Like many other boys, I also had a torch which I used to read in the dark. I kept the study in darkness as I searched the bookshelves for it was strictly against the rules to leave the dormitory after lights out. I found the book I was looking for, a ripping adventure story by Tom Shackleton, my favourite author, when I was startled by the opening of the door. I spun round with a gasp to see the figure of Melanie framed in the door. 'Gosh, you gave me a fright!' I said. She apologised and explained that she was missing a earring and hoped that one of us might have discovered it on the floor. 'I'm afraid not,' I said quietly. 'I wouldn't mind helping you to look for it now but I'm not supposed to be here so I can't put on the light.' 'Never mind, it wasn't a very expensive one and perhaps you'll find it in the morning. But what are you doing here anyway?' I explained how I could not sleep and Melanie said: 'Well, Mr. Ormondroyd won't be coming round looking for you, that's for sure. I've left him fast asleep in his bed!' 'Is he good between the sheets?' I asked. 'Oh yes, I've no complaints but don't worry, you silly boy, I was more than satisfied with the way that you and your friends performed- especially the lad with that monster cock, what's his name, Frank Folkestone! Still, Geoffrey-that's Mr. Ormondroyd-knows how to use his tackle. We wasted no time and as soon as I got to his room I sat on the bed, fondling his stiff cock through his trousers which he unbuttoned for me to let his tadger shoot out like a coil. He sat down beside me and worked his hand down to my muff which was already damp with all the spendings from you. He moved his fingers between the edges of my crack as we kissed and I wrapped my legs around his hand as I lowered my head to suck his cock. '“Let's continue this in bed,' he said and so we undressed and snuggled up together. As we embraced I felt his hard tool press against my tummy and then he rolled me over on to my back and pressed his helmet through my pussey lips. I was really enjoying myself as with a deep groan he thrust his strong shaft straight in and his balls slapped against my bum. I lifted my bottom up to get as much of him inside me as possible. I wrapped my legs round his back and clawed his shoulders with my fingernails as he started to pump his rod in and out of my squishy pussey. It took only a few strokes before I was twisting away like crazy. His cock seemed to swell inside my cunney and I spent first, soaking his shaft with my juices. Then I felt his whole frame shiver and he flooded my cunt with a spurt of hot spunk so huge that I could imagine it splashing against the rear walls of my love box. There was so much jism that my thighs were lathered as he pulled out his cock and rubbed it in my sticky cunney hair.
'He rolled off me, heaving and panting with exhaustion and said: “What a succulent little cunney you have there, Melanie. It sucked in my cock so sweetly that I'm spoiled now for any other.”' 'You should think yourself honoured! He never compliments anyone in class, and I don't think he has much of a sense of humour,' I said with a gloomy laugh. 'Oh I don't know about that,' said Melanie, who somehow now found herself in my arms in one of the armchairs we had used for our escapade earlier in the evening. 'I said to him that I had to really stretch my legs to accommodate thick pricks like his and do you know what he said? “Don't complain, Melanie-have you heard the rhyme about the girl who was worried about that? No? Well it goes like this:
There was a young lady from Harrow, Who complained that her crack was too narrow, For times without number, She'd use a cucumber, But could never accomplish a marrow.” 'And it was just after he'd finished reciting this poem when something quite extraordinary happened