Every boy in the dorm wanted Matron. She was neither young nor thin but she was pretty and the older boys would have described her curves as voluptuous. The younger, less mature boys were merely fascinated by the way her big breasts moved. In the evening when Matron bustled around the ancient, stone-walled dormitory with it's two rows of beds and checking that all was well, still in her stern blue uniform, she conjured up fifteen hardons that needed attention as soon as the woman left the boys' sight.
Quite often the boys would talk about her at night, what they would like to do with her, and what she could do to them.
Matron was bored and horny. She had to live in the premises of the grand and traditional boarding school and couldn't get out much. Male teachers often tried to ask her out, but they were either ancient or Matron had doubts about their personal hygiene. She hadn't been laid for months, and she was in charge of a group of the older boys, young men really. But Matron knew that she shouldn't seduce any of them, that would be going too far. So at night, Matron would finger herself and indulge in another of life's pleasures.
It was a lucky break for Tom Jennings, on of the more adventurous members of the dorm. He had had the idea of sneaking out after lights out and spying on Matron through her leaded window, he had rigged up a periscope for the purpose but he did not tell anyone. It would be best not to unless it worked.
On the night in question, Tom crept though the bushes and set up the periscope. After a bit of adjustment he trained it on the window. The scene inside the room was yellowed slightly by the light, Matron was sitting on the bed, dressed in her customary night-clothes, a long white cotton shift. Her attention was on something small in her hands, she was rolling a cigarette, Tom thought.
The window was slightly ajar and after a while a faint scent reached Tom. It didn't smell like tobacco, Tom had smoked pot some time before and recognised the smell immediately. As he watched Matron smoke he undid his pants and jerked off, excited by the risk of discovery as much as by Matron.
The next day Tom related what he had seen and smelled to the other boys. They were excited and all wanted to use the periscope. But James, the most popular boy in the dorm was suddenly very thoughtful. "No-one is to use it," he said at length, " I have an idea."
When some dangerous job was required, the boys in the dorm always chose Todd to do the honours. This was not because he was daring or clever, it was because the boy would do whatever anyone told him to do. He crept along the musty corridor that led to Matron's room. He would have been in serious trouble I he had even been caught in that corridor. But the other boys were keeping a watch for him. He stopped outside the door and shoved the note under it. He had read it when James had written it earlier, it read;
"Pot is a dangerous habit.
Especially if the Headmaster finds out.
Carry on with what you normally do,
We will tell you what we want in return for our silence"
Then he ran back to the others.
Later on the boys were getting ready for bed.
"I saw Matron walking outside during Math," commented Tom, "she looked worried, James."
"Good."
Indeed when Matron came around to the dorm to check on them there was the look of nervousness on her face. When she was at the bottom end of the room James said, "close the door."
Matron span around to see some of the boys standing in front of the door.
"What's this?" she demanded.
"You got our note?" asked James.
"What do you want?"
"You." As James spoke the woman noticed that all of the boys were standing around her, erections poking at their pyjama pants.
"I'll scream," she warned.
"And we'll talk about the pot. Just this once, tonight. Then you don't say anything and we don't say anything OK?"
She looked around the room. They were all very eager, and she couldn't see any way out. If she was looking. "All of you?" the heaving of her bosom only hardened the boy's cocks more, some of them now poked out at her, free of restraint or modesty. " I don't think I can..."
"You will."
"I meant I don't think I can do all of you in one night." She smiled, it was a wicked smile, "I'll try, but I might not get any sleep at all."
She began to strip. The attention she had turned her on considerably, her knickers were wet and her nipples stood up under her clothes, but only until she took her underwear off.
The boys closed in on her naked form but she pushed them away.
"No," she said, "lock the door and get in bed. I'll start at the bottom and work my way up."
