Chapter 8

I woke up around eight the next morning to the smell of coffee. Carol was up and had already made breakfast. I sat at the table rubbing my eyes as Carol served Jerry and me in the nude. I put my robe on before I came out. But I was the only one wearing anything so I took it off and we relaxed and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. After breakfast we all took a shower. I put my robe back on. They dressed and left after telling me how much they appreciated me letting them use my bedroom.

I was just about to take a nap when the phone rang. It was Ted, of course. I really didn't feel like playing today and I begged him to let me rest. He assured me that what he had planned wouldn't take long and wouldn't be very strenuous. He also promised me that there was no pain involved.

I sighed and asked when. He said he would pick me up in half an hour and I should dress conservatively. He wanted me to look like a normal housewife. He even wanted me to wear underwear! I was a bit nervous about putting my breasts in a bra. But I said I would try and hung up.

I put on a little make up and pulled out an attractive but relatively conservative bra and panty set. I decided not to wear pantyhose. I hadn't worn them since right after I started serving as Ted's slave. I had no desire to start wearing them again. I looked through my closet and decided on a dark, knee length skirt, a plain white blouse and a conservative pair of shoes.

Ted arrived and looked me over. He apparently approved of my choice of clothing. We went to the car and he drove across town to the larger of the two high schools in town. The school was closed, of course. But there were a few cars parked near the gym.

Ted ignored my questions and pulled me toward the back door of the gym. I didn't like the looks of this. I didn't refuse outright, but I was balking at doing something in a school. The idea of going into a school, a place for kids, and doing the kinds of things that Ted made me do really bothered me. If I knew what he had lined up for me, though, I would like to think that I would have turned right around and walked home before I let him take me in there.

He squeezed my arm hard and gave me a steely look. He said "Listen, cunt. You belong to me. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, where I tell you, with whom I tell you. Do you have any questions?"

I just shook my head and looked down in surrender. He said, "Good! I'm getting tired of your shit!"

Then he turned and walked inside, pulling me through the door and being none too gentle about it. Our footsteps echoed loudly as we crossed the large, empty gym to the coach's office.

I was nervous now. It just didn't seem right doing something in a place like this. A school is where normal people, kids, do normal things. It just didn't feel right. But that didn't matter now. I was, after all, just a slave. We both knew that he could make me do just about anything.

Ted pulled the door to the coach's office open and shoved me inside. I looked up as the coach got to his feet. He was leering at me just like those bikers had yesterday as he walked around his desk.

He stopped in front of me and put his hand under my chin. He tilted my head up and looked at me. Then he looked down and examined my body, leering like any other dirty old man.

The coach was only about 5'10". He was in his late forties or early fifties and had silver hair and a large paunch. "Jesus Ted," he said. "This bitch is hot! I'd like some of this myself."

"Okay Coach, I tell you what," Ted responded. "Get with me later and I'll invite you to the party the next time I put her out. But you know the rules. I tape everything she does to show her husband."

"Yeah," the coach replied. "I'm not real comfortable with that. But for a piece of this bitch's hot ass it might be worth it."

I wasn't sure if I was being insulted or complimented!

The coach ran his hands over my body. He felt the rings on my nipples and moved them around as I cringed in pain.

"Take it easy," Ted said. "She just got those yesterday."

The coach smirked at me and gave the rings another cruel twist. I gasped in pain and was about to cry out when he turned loose. He stepped back and said "Okay, let's go."

I was led into a locker room and what I saw was unbelievable. Sitting quietly on the benches were about twenty-five young boys! These were seventh and eighth graders! They were middle school kids for Christ's sake! These guys could not be serious!

I looked at Ted and the coach and the smirks on their faces told me everything I needed to know. I spotted Jeff off to the side with the camera and I could not believe they would film this. We could all go to jail over this! I tried to talk sense into them, whispering quietly but desperately to them that we couldn't do this. But I could see that I was wasting my breath. I thought about just walking out. But I knew that Ted wouldn't let me leave. So I shut up and waited to be told what to do.

The coach stepped up and addressed the team. "Men, I promised you a surprise if you won your game on Friday. Here she is. This hot young housewife is here to educate and amuse you. I know some, if not most of you are still virgins. Don't worry. I am not going to ask you to identify yourselves."

Most of the young guys blushed and chuckled at that.

"We have plenty of time. This young lady has volunteered to do anything and everything you want for as long as you're able to do it. Does anyone have any questions?"

The kids all stared at me mutely, apparently not quite believing their luck. After a moment of silence passed the coach said, "Come on, men! Let's go have some fun!"

The coach grabbed my arm and pulled me through a door into a small equipment room where some wrestling mats were already spread out on the floor. Everyone gathered around in a circle and Jeff stood on a bench off to the side, filming everything we did. As soon as everyone had gathered around, the coach started calling on boys to come forward and take off an article of my clothing.

This was bad. This was very bad. And I knew it. I was going to be having sex with children. On the other hand, the idea of taking the cherries of so many cute young boys was kind of having an effect on me. I hated to admit it. I hated to admit it even to myself. But they were kind of cute.

The first young man, well, boy, came forward and the coach invited him to remove my blouse. The kid started unbuttoning my buttons. He was being careful not to touch me and he couldn't look me in the face. It was kind of amusing. The coach stopped him and said, "William, you know you're going to see this broad naked, right?"

The boy nodded.

"And you're going to fuck her and she is going to suck your cock and you are going to see her fucking and sucking all of your teammates, right?"

The boy nodded again.

"So it's okay to touch her, right? We want you to touch her. We want you guys to touch her everywhere, a lot. We want you to touch her as much as you want. Besides, it's better for her that way. Women like being touched. It makes 'em hot. Okay?"

The boy nodded again and smiled. But he was obviously embarrassed. It was kind of touching.

I reached out and held his hands, gently guiding them to my breasts. "It's alright," I said quietly and smiled at him. "I want you to touch me. I want you and your friends to take my clothes off and I want us all to have a good time."

I knew that if this movie ever got into the wrong hands I would be buried under the jail. There was no way I could convince anyone that I had been forced into this or that I was not a willing participant. Yet I couldn't help wanting to make it a nice experience for these young boys. This was quite a responsibility, being the first sexual experience for all of these boys.

The boy smiled at me then looked down and moved his hand over my breasts, no doubt enjoying his first feel of a breast since infancy. He moved his hands under my breasts and squeezed lightly until the coach interrupted and told him to go ahead and remove my blouse.

By the time he finished unbuttoning by blouse he was a little less shy. When all of the buttons were unbuttoned he pulled the blouse out of my skirt and then pushed it off of my shoulders and slipped it off.

The look on his face was priceless. He glanced up at my face again. I smiled to encourage him and I nodded. He reached out and tentatively caressed my breasts through my bra. His touch was so gentle that it didn't even bother my piercings.

This kid was melting my heart. I glanced around at the faces of the other kids and the looks of total awe on all of their excited faces were extremely compelling. My reluctance was fading fast.

Before the coach called for the next boy to come forward I reached up and put my hands on each side of this boy's face and kissed him. It was just a nice kiss. There was no tongue or anything. But he moaned like he was about to cum so I let him go.

There was a quietly frantic buzz of conversation as he stepped back into the group and the coach called out the name of another boy. This young man was a bit brasher. He had been asked to step forward and remove my skirt. He stood in front of me and smiled. He reached up and caressed my breasts before reaching down to search for the button and the zipper on my skirt.

I smiled back at him as he explored my bra covered breasts. Then I brought his hand down and helped him to locate the side opening of my skirt. He looked at it and saw what was necessary to unfasten it. He unbuttoned the button and pulled the zipper down. Then he slid the skirt gently down off of my hips and let it fall to the floor at my feet. I put my hand on his shoulder and stepped out of my skirt and he bent down and picked it up.

The kid straightened up, looked me in the eye and asked if he could have a kiss. I almost laughed out loud. I leaned in and kissed him but gasped in surprise when, in the middle of that kiss I felt his small hand come to rest on my pubic mound and start rubbing my panty clad pussy.

This time I was the one that moaned. I didn't want it to be. But being in this situation with these young boys was quickly becoming extremely erotic.

I heard Ted and the coach both chuckle at what was happening and my obvious reaction to the boy's touch. Then the boy stepped back into the crowd, with my skirt. I suggested to Ted that there might be repercussions if these young gentlemen were found to be in possession of an adult female's clothing. Besides, I would need something to wear home.

Ted thought about that for a moment and obviously agreed. He made the two very disappointed young men give back their souvenirs.

The name of another young man was called out and given the honor of removing my bra. Almost all of my bras have the closure in front. The boy headed around behind me but I stopped him and pointed out where the fasteners were.

He gleefully stepped in front of me and started wrestling with the hooks. He had obviously never removed a woman's bra before. I thought I was going to have to help him but finally he figured it out and the catches released. He pulled the sides apart and I heard the gasp of excitement from the entire team when the cups fell away from my breasts.

"Holy shit!" the boy removing my bra exclaimed. He held my bra open and stared at my breasts, totally in awe of them. He pulled the straps from my shoulders and slid the bra off my arms and tossed it down without even looking where it landed. His eyes never left my breasts.

He kept whispering "Holy shit!" under his breath, over and over. I was really flattered. His hands came up slowly. He was so sweet as he gently caressed my tender breasts. He touched one of the rings and moved it around, pulling on it gently.

I grabbed his hand gently and said, "Easy, I just got those yesterday. They are still a little sore."

"Oh jeez!" he exclaimed, pulling his hands away suddenly.

I smiled and brought his hands back to my breasts. "It's alright," I said, "Just be gentle."

He moved his hands gently over my breasts and then with a questioning look in his eyes he slowly moved one hand down to my panties. I smiled and nodded and spread my legs open just little as his hand covered my pussy and squeezed gently.

After a moment he pulled his hand away and looked at it. "You're wet," he said. It was more of a question than a statement.

"Girls get wet when they are sexually excited," I said. "Right now I am very turned on. You have to understand, though. Most girls don't like to do things like this. They don't like to be undressed in front of a bunch of guys. They like it to be just with the guy they like, a lot. And just in private. There are some girls that are a little bit different. Girls like me that become excited by doing things in front of people, especially people they don't know. Don't try this at home with your girlfriend. Okay?"

He nodded and leaned in for his kiss. These guys were so sweet, I loved this!

The next young man was called out and he rushed forward. It was like he didn't know where to start. He looked me all over for a moment and then started roughly groping my breasts.

I let him go at first. I winced when he started roughly playing with my new nipple rings. I tried to slow him down and gentle him just a little. "Easy," I said, as gently as I could. "They're tender. It's better to caress them like your friends did."

He looked me right in the eyes and with a surprisingly adult leer on his face he said, "Fuck you, bitch! I know what you are. You're a slut. My brother told me about girls like you and I can do anything I want to you! That's why your pussy is wet. You like this stuff."

I didn't know quite how to respond to the little bastard! I wanted to slap his face. I sure felt sorry for all the future females that would be dating and/or marrying this little asshole! Before I could say anything the coach told the little shit to leave my rings alone and behave himself or he could go home.

The kid glowered at me, reached down and grabbed my panties and pulled them down. I stepped out of them and he stood up and looked at the crotch.

As if he had just discovered the proof that I was a slut he said "See, soaking wet. You love this stuff."

I responded instantly, "I did until you stepped forward, you little caveman."

He ignored me and looked at my pussy. "See, you ain't got any hair on your pussy. Only sluts don't have hair on their pussies!"

"Do you know what a slut is?" I asked him.

"Sure," he responded. "You are a slut. You come into a gym full of horny guys and let them undress you and fuck you. That makes you a slut!"

"So, a slut is a woman that likes sex?" I asked. "You don't like women who like sex? You're right, of course. I am a slut. If I were not a slut I wouldn't be here. But that doesn't mean I'm a bad person. I am highly educated. I have a Masters Degree and I am a highly paid professional. I am happily married to a man who shares my love for sex, especially kinky little scenes like this one. I am here living out a fantasy."

"I suppose you are all too young to understand that. And when you get older you will probably be too uptight to understand. I shouldn't be here with you guys. You are too young and this is illegal and we all know it. But I wasn't asked, I was ordered. I do what I am ordered to do because that is what excites me. It's okay if you use me and even abuse me a little. It's okay if you don't have any respect for me. Because I am able to do this and still respect myself. But if you don't respect me maybe you should step back and think about whether or not you want to put your cock into a piece of trash like me."

The little prick probably didn't understand a thing I just said. But his buddies were getting impatient and started calling for him to get out of the way so the fun could start.

Young Frank, I learned his name from the derisive calls for him to move aside, didn't bother to try for a kiss. He just looked at me with a strange, slightly unsettle look and moved back into the crowd. Hmmm, maybe he was going to actually think about it!

Ted ordered me to get on my knees and the guys lined up for their first blowjobs. The boys seemed kind of embarrassed at first about being naked and having sex in front of their friends. But as soon as the action started they gathered around and watched in awe and the discomfort quickly seemed to evaporate.

I looked around at all of the sweet young cocks waiting to feel my lips wrap around them and tried not to think about how young they were. A couple of these boys were probably only twelve. The oldest was probably not more than fifteen. I didn't think that they would take very long to cum the first time. But even so, there were a lot of them and I needed to get started or I'd be here all afternoon.

I took the first young cock into my mouth and slowly moved my moist, tightly closed lips down to the base of his cock. As I did I moved my hand up and caressed his small hairless ball sack. I pulled back and started to slide down again and he grabbed my head emptied his load into my mouth.

He seemed embarrassed that he had cum so quickly. I smiled at him and said, "It's always that fast the first few times. Sex is just so damned exciting."

He grinned down at me gratefully. I think he would have kissed me if he had not just cum in my mouth. Then he was pushed out of the way and the next young man took his place. It went on for about an hour. It wasn't so bad, though. None of them lasted very long and I didn't have to put a lot of effort into it.

The hardest part for me was that I was getting tired of kneeling. I really wanted to stand up and stretch my legs.

I was amazed at the taste of all the young sperm. I like sucking cocks and I like having cum in my mouth. Not because it tastes good. It doesn't. I like it because it excites men so much and because it's such a nasty thing to do. At least that is what I was raised to believe. Most men's ejaculate is either very bitter or very bleachy. But I savor the experience.

These boys were different. I suppose because of their youth and because they did not smoke and drink and they had a diet not typical of most adults. Their ejaculate was, well, not tasty, but mild, almost without any flavor at all.

When I reached the end of the line I was given a bottle of water and allowed to use the bathroom. I took the opportunity to relieve my bladder and rinse out my mouth and suck on a couple of breath mints.

When I got back to the party they were nice enough to have a blanket spread out on the mat for me. I stretched out on my back and put on a little show, caressing my breasts and gently massaging my pussy. The boys enjoyed the show for a minute and then the first one stepped forward and got on his knees between my thighs. He was small and light and hairless and cute and I wanted to hug him to death.

He obviously didn't know what to do. I rose up, took him in my arms and gently pulled him to me and lay back down. I whispered to him, telling him how exciting he was and how much fun I was having. I told him to put his arms on the floor on either side of me to support his weight and I would put his big cock in my pussy.

He grinned widely and did as I asked. I reached down and lined his young cock up with my pussy which was now soaked with my own juices. All of this innocence was very exciting!

He started thrusting as soon as his cock was lined up. After he got a little carried away and had to be reinserted a couple of times he slowed down and did a pretty good job for a first fuck. I moaned a little for him and told him how good it felt and he came quickly. Before he got up he hugged me and thanked me. He was so sweet I almost cried. I hugged him back and told him he was great and I loved it. And I meant it.

After the third boy had cum in me I could tell from the look on his face that Ted was about to make me clean myself in the usual way. I waved him over and whispered in his ear. I begged him not to make me do it here. I didn't want to gross these kids out. I wanted it to be nice for them. He looked at me for a minute and looked at the kids and then walked over to a shelf and picked up a towel and threw it to me. I wiped my crotch clean and the parade started again.