Then there might come the hoped-for pressure of one's mystery partner's hairy bush being pressed against one's bottom, of hands playing with the cheeks of one's bum. How lovely too if on the other hand one were the instigator of the approach, to feel a quiver of delight course through the welcoming body of the beautiful girl, to feel the first parting of the thighs, to see her shyly raise her bum as a sign that the road ahead was clear. Then would come the magic moment when the nightdress was raised up past the hips and the rosy delights of her arse were laid bare, first for an admiring gaze and then to be kissed, stroked and perhaps lightly slapped. Truly, there are few more pleasurable things in life for me than to feel a hand slip between my thighs, to quiver with pleasure as the long tapering fingers begin to caress my pussey, to feel an enquiring finger seek out and rub my clitty and to be laid out on my back, with my legs apart and have a head wrapped between my legs with my partner's questing tongue probing delicately round my notch, licking and lapping at my pussey. My first experiences than occurred at Miss Bradshaw's Academy-many was the time that I cradled my head on my arms against the cold rim of the basin, shuddering with anticipation as unseen hands playfully but persuasively prised open the yielding lips of my cunney. Oh, the delight as a finger slid its way into the dampening warmth of my cunt! How often have I been driven to the full ecstacy of spending, yet never turning round as the first heaving surges of pleasure have coursed through my frame and the sticky flow of love juice has soaked my curly, thick bush. It was not unknown, I well recall, on venturing into the washplace, to find such a loving scene as I have described being enacted before one's very eyes. Then, I must confess, I too would become greatly excited and want most urgently to join in. I remember being both the recipient and the instigator of such a multiple occasion. The first time it was I who was enjoying a most complete frigging from behind when I became aware that other hands had joined in the game, that the two fingers that were delving deep within me actually belonged to two different adventurers, and that other hands were fondling my titties. Here I must digress and admit, nay state openly, without false modesty, that my titties are not only large and most delightfully firm, but they are most exquisitely sensitive. I can be driven almost to the delirium of my coming just by their being squeezed and nibbled upon.
In turn, I have often rubbed them against another's bottom and felt them swell and throb with pleasure. I was in fact once engaged in such a activity with the prettiest little new girl in our class when I was approached from behind by a third. Obeying the rules-for I am of course fully in favour of obeying both the laws and the customs of the land as long as they seem reasonable to me-I in turn didn't turn but continued to busy myself with the pretty little newcomer whose darling little bottom was by now opening up under the careful probing of my tongue. At the same time I also felt hands reaching out to finger my pussey hair and within minutes I was playing piggy-in-the-middle as part of a wriggling threesome. But I digress at too great length.
Suffice it to say that when Gwendolen mentioned the dormitory wash place, many, many memories came flooding back to me and I had high hopes of any story that began in such a setting. 'It was an evening towards the end of the Summer Term,' continued Gwendolen. 'I was, I suppose day-dreaming-or rather night-dreaming for I was looking forward to an after-lights-out assignation with someone who had recently become a very dear friend. As I slowly attended to my toilette I became aware both of a hastily suppressed giggle and of a presence behind me. Shivering slightly with excitement I waited for that first tender touch. Unseen hands clasped me firmly around the waist and I wriggled backwards at once to give me assent for anything that might follow. Surprisingly quickly the hands were withdrawn and I felt my nightie being pushed up so that I knew that I was fully exposed to sight and touch. The same hands then urged me on to spread my legs, which I did most happily. Here was the first real surprise for the unseen hands were altogether more roughened and stronger than any I had previously encountered. As one finger at once found my little clit and rubbed it to a state of upstanding excitement, another finger had most expertly penetrated by cunt lips and was exploring me in a most forthright but delightful way. A great warmth spread over my whole body and I sighed contentedly as I felt that familiar slow wetness begin to infuse my pussey. Suddenly the hands were withdrawn and I felt the close heat of a body pressed up against me.
Then… Oh, Cecily… Something quite amazing happened. This… this Thing was thrust between my legs and straightaway plunged into my quim. For a moment I was quite unable to understand what was happening. Here was something quite new in my experience. Before I had a chance to consider or to do anything to sort out this puzzle, this great Thing had burrowed its way right up to its very hilt in me.
Then, as it drew back, almost to the entrance to my cunt, it was thrust in again. It seemed to harden still more inside me until I was completely filled with its swollen length. Yet such was my own ever-widening instinctive response that it caused me no pain although there was no doubt in my mind that nothing so large and so forceful had ever penetrated me before. By now all curiosity and all thought had been driven from my mind by its insistent thrusting and I surrendered myself completely to an ever mounting ecstasy. Moaning and even biting my wrist to stop myself crying out with the sheer pleasure of what was being done to me, I felt wave after wave of excitement pass through my body. My whole being, the whole world even, seemed to be concentrated in the heat of my pussey. Without knowing what I was doing, I was gripping and releasing this great pleasure instrument with internal muscles that I had not till then known I possessed as it slid ever more rapidly up and down the length of my cunt. Then all of a sudden there was a momentary pause before a renewed, frantic pressure as it discharged itself right in the furthest recesses of my tunnel of love. Again and again I felt a great spurting and what felt like a very torrent of juice was flooded into me. Rapidly this delicious spurting slowed down and before I could do anything to stop it, this great engine of delight had been withdrawn. As the lips of my cunt closed I could feel the warm flow of our mingled juices running down the inside of my thighs.' 'Oh, Gwendolen', I said. 'I am so affected by your story. Please help me a little before you go on.'