This story is almost a half century old, and it happened long before most of you reading this shit were born, and the woman concerned, if she isn’t pushing up the daisies, would be in her mid to hi eighties now. Nevertheless, I am not going to name either her or the school, since if she has children/grandchildren, whatever, they don’t need to know what their granny got up to in her younger days…..
Anyway, when I was a kid and lived in England, I was sent to a typical English boarding school [yes, we lived there 24/7], and any American kid would not believe the kind of conditions that we had to endure. We had to wear a uniform, blue and white, our daily life was strictly regimented, and punishment was dished our generously, frequently, and for the most minor of transgressions. in fact, they beat the hell out of us at every chance they got. The staff at that school could have given “The Lords of Discipline” lessons. If anyone has seen that old movie “Goodby Mr. Chips”, well, that is pretty much what the school was like, although I must stress, it was NOT that school in the movie.
All the teachers, [or Masters, as they were called] were male, the only female on the school staff was the Matron, who was a nurse, whose job was to attend to sick and injured kids. The school had a sort of mini hospital, called the “Sanitorium” which was in a house separated well away from the school where kids with ailments like flu were sent to recover, and to quarantine them away from the rest of the community. Anyway, the Matron who was addressed as “Matron”, [and I don’t believe that I ever knew her name]
lived in an apartment in the “Sanitorium”. She wasn’t really anything special in the looks department, certainly not unattractive, but on the other hand, there wouldn’t have been much point in her entering beauty contests. She had black hair, shoulder length, was problably in her mid or upper thirties, and even in the starched white uniform that she always wore, it was quite apparent that she possessed all the usual female equipment. I would guess that whenever any of the boys were masturbating, they probably thought of her, once or twice at least. Nice body, kind of solidly built.
Anyway, this happened in ’54 when I yrs old, and I was living in the Sanitorium with another kid recovering from flu. I had been there about two weeks and was getting fed up with it. I had been the last to get sick and so was the last to leave. One day, Matron announced to us that we would be leaving the following day, but when the following day arrived, she sent the other boy, but told me that I would have to stay one more day. So, that night, there was only myself and Matron in that building.
That night, about ten, Matron came into my room and brought me chocolate and cookies, nothing unusual, that happened every night. About fifteen minutes later she returned for the tray, but this was different, because she was, for the first time, wearing a robe instead of her uniform. She took the tray and walked to the door, and switched off the light. I thought it a bit odd that she didn’t say goodnight like she usually did. Then I realised that she had not left the room, but was walking back towards the bed. When she got close to the bed, she slid off her robe, and dropped it to the floor. She stood there for a few s, as if wondering, and I got a good look at her in the dim light. “Like half grapefruits” I thought, as I looked at her breasts. But what really caught my attention was the mass of pubic hair. I was a really naive kid, hopelessly inexperienced, and I didn’t even know women had pubic hair. We didn’t have access to porn, like everyone has today, and even ‘girly’ magazines didn’ show the crutch, in their pictures. But I didn’t have long to think about it because suddenly, she was sitting on my pillow, thrusting her legs down into the bed beside me. The bedding was tucked in very tightly, and it was like getting into a sleeping bag. In an instant, she was down it in the bed next to me, and dragging me on top of her, with her legs around me. I think I must have gone into some kind of shock, all I could think of was how amazingly strong she was. She grabbed my pajama pants and pushed them down, and then I felt her fingers around my penis. I was scared and embarrassed, and held her wrist, and tried to pull her hand away. She grabbed my hand, and put it under her armpit, same with the other one. “Don’t be frightened, nothing is going to hurt, just do as I say” I was instantly hard as a rock, and next thing I felt was the warm cosy feeling as she slid me into her.At that time it was probably less than two minutes since she put out the light.So easy, unbelievably easy, I have wondered over the years how much vaseline she had smeared herself with. Then she turned, turning us onto our sides so that she could pull me up further between her legs. I was already coming. What a come. What a feeling. It really was very powerful, I felt helpless, no control, just kept on pulsing and pumping myself into her. I held onto her very tightly, held on with all my strengh, and buried my face in her neck. She was breathing very hard, and gasping, and making sucking noises through her teeth. Then I felt very peaceful, but still confused and scared. Then I felt her hand sliding down between our bellies, and felt her fingers again.
A old boy is a walking bag of hormones, so almost immediately I was hard as a rock again, and this time I was getting the idea about what I was supposed to be doing. Not much point in going into details of what happened that night, just read the other stories. But we did it again and again, sometimes I came and sometimes I didn’t, I really have no idea where the energy came from. I don’t believe she was disappointed. Whatever I lacked in experience, I think I made up for it with enthusiasm. Two things stand out in my memory of that night. There was no oral sex, and not one word of affection. Just “do it do it do it”, and “harder harder, try to hurt me”, and that kind of thing.
I suppose we must have slept some of the time, but whenever one of us moved it would wake up the other one, and then we would do it again……I have no idea how many times, but I do know my dick was sore. The morning came and we both heard the wake-up alarm sounding in her apartment which was just along the corridor outside the room. So she got out of bed without a word, put on her robe, and left the room. A little while later she was back, wearing her white uniform. I asked her if she would have a baby. “No” she replied. Then she said, “If I hear a single damm word from any one else about last night, I will make sure that your life here is hell. It will be your word against mine, and I will just say that you are spreading malicious lies about me. Understand?” I got the message all right. Life was hell anyway, I didn’t want it worse still. Her voice was shaking, and I thought it was anger at the time , but I now believe that it was probably fear. She sure as hell didn’t want me to say anything. She was real safe though, because no one would have believed me. I could never have proven anything. I never saw the inside of her apartment, never saw her underwear even, couldn’t identify anything.
Had it not been for the opportunity to tell it on the internet, it would still be a secret. You people our there are all faceless, anonymous, and if there is the light of disbelief in your eyes, I don’t have to see it……
Some years later, I returned to the school for a re union. I was hoping to meet her again, maybe to talk or maybe even for a “replay”, only this time on more equal terms. But she was no longer there, and if anyone knew where she had gone, they sure as hell weren’t telling….
Over the years though, I have wondered from time to time, if I was the she “initiated”……
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