Chapter 3

Week 3

On Monday, I drove to school and parked the car in a secluded area of the car park.

I avoided the main entrance and took a side door instead.

The day passed without encountering the caretaker or his grandson and as the final bell sounded, I breathed a sigh of relief. I dismissed the class and began placing some papers for marking into my briefcasewhen the classroom door opened.

It was Sam.

He didn’t say anything but put his finger to his lips to signify “Hush”.

I stopped what I was doing as he approached me, a smile playing across his lips. He went to grip my arms but I shrugged free.

He smiled even more and pulled a photograph from his pocket and dropped it on the table beside me. It was a picture of me with young Henry and his cock emerging from my mouth.

Sam gently pressed my back and I was bent face down over the table.

He lifted my skirt and tugged my panties until they fell around my ankles. He was well endowed, and I gasped as his hardness was pressed deep into my pussy. He gave a little roar as he filled me up. Then smacked my bottom and strode off.

I got my breath back. I almost wished he had spent more time with me as I tingled down below. I pulled my panties up, collected my bits and bobs and decided to sneak out the way I had come in.

There was a little corridor leading to the side door and half way along what was a very short distance, Al suddenly appeared.

He pulled me into a small utilities room which held the gas, electric and water meters for the school and, mimicking his father bent me over a small set of steps. Lifting my skirt and lowering my panties, he though, chose my anus. My blood started to surge, already charged by his father’s attentions and we climaxed together.

He left me dangling on the steps, feeling much happier than I thought healthy but at least I had got through another day.

Fortunately, I had left my car in a secluded and sheltered area of the car park.

Unfortunately, young Henry and his friend were waiting for me.

My car is not large and normally I would not attempt serious sexual activity in the back seat.

The two boys took me repeatedly in all three holes before disappearing into the darkness.

At last I headed home.

At the end of school Tuesday, I again found Young Henry and his partner in crime who is named Terry. They had planned the activities and Terry sat in the passenger seat with his feet on the ground outside while I administered to him orally. Young Henry took me from behind.

I managed to evade Sam and Al all week but found the boys waiting for me each evening.

On the Friday evening, they changed the routine.

I was told to drive them to an address in a nearby town where “an Uncle” lived.

I had my misgivings from the outset but any resistance on my part and they would wave a photograph or two at me.

The house was a fairly large detached house and would have been quite up-market when originally built but the street had been used for “HMO” property which is occupied by three or more people who are not from one household. HMOs include buildings where facilities are shared but can also include buildings divided into self-contained flats.

The street was scruffy with untended rubbish filled gardens and the odd rusting car standing on bricks.

“Uncle’s” house by comparison looked reasonably well tended and the boys led me in through the front door and into a luxuriously furnished lounge.

“Uncle” was black, as expected, probably in his forties, a six foot plus body builder type with broad shoulders and slim waist. He was dressed in smart slacks and what looked like a silk scoop necked T shirt showing his muscled chest and a thick gold chain. He also had a matching gold chain on his left wrist and several gold rings on his hands.

He was standing quite close to me and I could detect an expensive eau de Cologne or aftershave. He inspected my appearance up and down, mentally undressing me and he reached out and let a lock of my hair run through his fingers.

I blushed when he asked the boys if I was “the same all over” and he laughed when they chorused “She sure is!”.

I made no attempt to stop them when they reached down and raised my skirt up to my belly.

Terry pulled some of the incriminating photos from his pocket and to my increasing embarrassment showed them to “Uncle” who looked up at me from time to time and commented “Talented too.”

“Let’s see how talented!” He said, “Strip her down for me!”

The boys swiftly removed my clothing while “Uncle” peeled off the T shirt and dropped his trousers and silk underpants.

I glanced down and it was big.

He placed his hand flat on top of my head and gently pressed down.

I sank down onto my knees and looked at the column of flesh pointing at my face.

The first words he spoke to me since entering the house were “Open wide!”

I opened my mouth and leaned forward.

I have enjoyed performing fellatio on boys and men since puberty, one subject, a musician friend of mine thought I should take up playing the flute.

It isn’t just a question of sucking, it is licking swirling, gentle chewing and fingering; and I quickly got “Uncle” (he actually called himself “Otis”) up on his toes and panting like a dog. His hips began to jerk, and I gripped his buttocks firmly to keep him in place as he hosed my throat with his seed, and I swallowed rapidly without losing a drop.

“Wow! Yes! Talented!” Otis gasped. “Take her up to see Rolo.”

The boys laughed. I reached for my clothes but Otis said “You won’t need those but put these on. Rolo likes to unwrap his presents!” He handed me my panties.

The boys led me up the stairs and opened a door.

“Someone to see you Rolo!” Young Henry called and nudged me to go in. Curious, I went in to see the back of a big reclining chair facing one of the biggest TV screens I had ever seen.