I was there for most of my youth around 10 years of it. While the early years I was admittedly an angel as most young convents girls are, by my mid-teen years, I began seeing the pull-factor of donning the blue pinafore, especially for the guys.
Guys would somehow drool and get the impression that we were up for a party (well we were) and try to notch us as their next conquest. However, convent gals were smarter than that in those days. We would draw them in (oblivious suckers), use them to get us what we wanted, take us to the best parties, buy us things (we are so nasty) and all it took was a discrete hand-job or blow-job behind the bushes at some park. It was all too easy.
Most interestingly, it was the parties which we use to have with the all-boys schools. They were wild, someone would always sneak in booze and there would be fucking and lots of it all over. It did not really qualify as an out and out orgy because we were discrete about it. In the bedroom, bathroom, in the closet or at a dark corner of the room on the sofa. I remember a schoolmate of mind was riding this guy, trying to give the impression that she was merely sitting on him while clothed.
What she did not know was that her skirt had slipped up revealing the guys dick clearly sliding in and out of her. It was from the rear that everyone at the party had a good view.
The thing is everyone knows everyone else is screwing but yet, everyone tries their utmost to conceal it. You walk into the bedroom to head to the restroom, and you stumble upon a couple on the bed, you try to ignore them but trip over another couple humping on the floor. You then focus you attention on the doorknob of the bathroom and rush in only to find yet another couple screwing doggy-style against the sink. Gosh those were wild times but the lesson learned was not to drink too much because going to the loo was definitely a BIG problem.
Missus Singapore out!
The story about the girl riding the guy reminds me of a similar story that happened to me in college. A couple did it while the rest of us were watching a late movie and some began dosing off. I knew what was going on however and felt unfortunate at the time that it wasn't me. But tit was an interesting experience none the less.
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