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THESE STORIES MAY APPEAR REAL - THIS IS THE HOPE OF THE AUTHOR - THE AUTHOR WISHES TO TRY TO USE HIS TALENTS TO CONVERY A SENSE OF REALITY TO THE READER IN THE SAME WAY OTHER FORMS OF LITERATURE ARE WRITTEN SUCH AS SCIENCE FICTION OR INDEED ANY FORM OF FICTION - HOWEVER IN REALITY, THEY ARE SIMPLY EROTIC CREATIONS OF LITERARY FANTASIES THAT ARE TOTALLY UNREAL AND THE SUBJECTS AND SITUATIONS CREATED ARE NOT FOUND IN THE REAL CHARACTER OR NATURE OF THE AUTHOR. St. Hildas and St. Thomass Part Three "Oh Mr. Les" it was Miss Tilly Tithe (known to the pupils as TNT, Tilly No Tits) the 35 year old Welfare teacher "could you spare me a moment in my rooms, now if you would be so kind." It was 7pm and I was on my way to my own rooms and looking forwards to some relaxing masturbation. Whether she was or was not my boss, she certainly seemed to claim that right. "Certainly Miss T" I said since I had noticed she seemed to like that form of address. She smiled a rather sickly smile and then, "I'll make us a nice cup of tea, will you be long?" "My dear lady" I said, "not a bit of it. Allow me to wash first and let me have a mere five minutes. I knocked and was allowed in. She sat on a sofa at her tea table, the one she used to discuss personal matters with the children on and she indicated a chair. Tea was poured and I drank a little. She gave me one of her sickly smiles, the ones revealing her rather prominent upper teeth. "I note your liking for walks" she said and when I heard that I seemed to swallow tea down the wrong channel and I spluttered but she continued, "and it's good that you are taking an interest in the school rules and familiarising yourself with the grounds. This way you will be able in the future to admonish some of our more unruly transgressors." "Uh yes indeed Miss T" I am sure I will find my feet in time. "Oh come now Mr. Les or may I just call you Les in this more intimate atmosphere, I am sure that would be acceptable, hum?" she directed. "Absolutely Miss T" I replied. "Good" she said without asking me to be less formal, "more appropriate I am sure, now where was I. Oh yes, no I am sure you have grasped the rules admirably, in fact I monitored your skillful actions earlier today." I looked at her and she simply smiled back and then, "a little more tea I think, yes, there we go." I held the teacup and saucer out to her like a hare caught in the headlights. "Good" she said, "I see like me you prefer a good cup of tea, a good strong hard cup of tea. This brand is made in India from the youngest of tea bushes, did you know that. Not the run of the mill mature bushes. "I see" I replied shaking a little. "Are you feeling unwell Les, do come and sit here next to me." This was clearly a command and I got up and moved over. "I believe we could become quite firm friends you and I" she said, patting my leg. "I have few friends and very few male friends as you probably know. "Would you like to be friends with me Les" said once again as a command and a warning than anything else. "Very much so" I replied. "Yes well for me I can only see it as a positive move and in both our solitary lives interests, wouldn't you" she said and standing and moving away and over towards a writing desk. "Indeed I do Miss T" I replied as she wandered back and handed me a small brown paper bag. The Polaroid camera was prominently displayed on the tea table in front of me. I hadn't noticed t before but after glancing at the photographs of me and dirty Sammy and SS I suddenly took a better interest in things around me. "Don't we have some super gadgets available to us now in this modern 60's era" said TNT as she sat back down next to me and placed one of her thin hands on my upper leg and close to my crotch. "Yes, yes that is true" I said still holding the photographs and on top, one of me buggering 10 year old SS. "Friendships are usually based on some form of equality, ours wont be, do we understand each other Les" she asked and with her face very close to mine, so close that I could feel he breath waft over me and it wasn't so bad either. She held her face close to mine and continued, "as it happens we share similar tastes but at this present time who is to know that. All one might know is that these exist and exist in more than just there present form. So what would you like to say Les?" "I think" I said, "that we are going to get along famously." "Good" she said, "now wait here and I won't be long." She returned after little more than 30 minutes and told me to go to my room and pack a small overnight suit case. "I'm bringing one - how many - oh lovely - um, about an hour or less." This was all I could make out as she telphoned. Later in the car, her small Morris Oxford, she recounted that she had solicited permission from HM for us to absent ourselves overnight and to return the next evening. It was anycase both our weekly day off on Mondays and Miss T had told the HM that she wanted me to attend a half day teacher's welfare class some 30 miles away and we were to stay the night with highly respectable acquaintances of hers, a Miss X and a Miss Y. The house was an old Vicarage standing on the outskirts of a now near depleted village and it was rather secluded. The owner a Miss X was the daughter of the now deceased Vicar and the new owner of the property and she was in her late 50's, possibly early 60's; a stout woman, a real twin set and pearls, shirt cropped hair woman, a no nonsense woman. Miss Y on the other hand was young, pretty, slight in general build but very very large breasted and was little more than 20, or certainly appeared to be. They were both social workers and their area was child welfare, and the house was a registered care home. Miss T and I were both shown to a room, we were to share it. It was a large comfortable twin bedded room and just as we were shown in Miss Y handed Miss T a bag and smiling at me said, "he's to wear this, Miss X's instructions." I settled on the bed nearest to the window but Miss T soon had me changed over, she took that one. "Now are we going to show our male petulance which after all would be pointless would it not, when we consider the polaroids, and are we going to simply behave and do as we are told" she said and said rather sweetly. "Behave" I said like a child. "And behave in all ways and accept all instructions" she re-inforced. "Yes Miss T" I replied. "Here you will simply say "yes Miss, whenever you address Miss X, Y or indeed me, is that clear?" "Yes Miss T, I mean Miss" I subserviently replied. "Good" she said curtly, "now put these on and no nonsense." I did as I was instructed and as I did so she chattered on about how much fun we would have and how much I was likely to get out of SHAT's whilst I remained there, "there are plenty of opportunities there for a young teacher to indulge his whims and we all know what your whims are do we not Master Les?" "Yes Miss" I said as I stripped off and began pulling on the red French highly frilled crotchless knickers. "Mmmmm" she sounded appreciative, "suitably under endowed, that's perfect she said and began to strip off in front of me, "come on hurry up" she said. As I pulled the short nightie over my head I watched her dispense with rather large bloomers of her own and once I had the nightie nicely fitted around me she looked and said, "you have quite the girlish figure don't you." This didn't need a reply I could tell that and then she reached into her own little suitcase and extracted something and then put it on. It was huge. She strapped on a huge thick long black strap-on and I watched in amazement until she seemed to have it on to her satisfaction. "Come on" she said, "follow me....oh no wait a moment, stand still, that's it..........mmmm.........I really don't care for this myself but both Miss X and Y do so here we go." First she rouged my cheeks and then applied lipstick to my mouth and then raising the nightie and telling me to hold it steady she proceeded to rouge my nipples and all around the tip of my now erect penis. Having done that she led me to an internal door and we walked into a very large bedroom. She told me to wait behind a large dressing screen so that I was hidden from view. "Do not move from there until you are called" she said, "but here, read these to prepare yourself" and handing me some magazines I heard her depart. 1960's pedophile pornography was far more explicit than that which is available currently. After about a minute or two I heard the three ladies entering the room and waited. It was obvious that they were interested in themselves and that I was simply to wait and so I busied myself with my reading as I listened to their chat. - is that new, it's wonderful (Miss Y - 20) -- does yours vibrate, oh super, a little small though (Miss T - 35) --- what's his like then Tilly (Miss X - 60) -- under average and thin --- weedy one is it darling -- yes but rather suitable under our needs --- well I wont want the weedy little thing in me - I might like to try --- if you must anyway from what Tilly says you're nearer his age preferences -- but he is here to be buggered darling --- of course he damn well is, and I'm rather looking forwards to seeing him take your lovely black strap-on, want to see him squirm -- your purple one is super - do you like my pink one -- what size is it --- boy size, no more than 7 I think, mine's 10 but your 12 is a whopper darling -- its new, I haven't even had it on until tonight ---I want it first, let's give him a show and show him we can take it and then show him what it's like to feel it, hum? It was at this point I was ordered to present myself and when I did it was to peals of feminine laughter, their appreciation I took the laughter to be. "Sit on the end of the bed here and do not talk" said Miss X patting the mattress, I sat down. "Now open your legs, oh god yes I see now, not much more there than some of our residents and they're all under 16. Miss X then knelt in front of me and opened my legs and shuffled forwards and then telling Miss T to commence she took and swallowed my penis deep inside her mouth and started to suckle on it. Miss T went into to Miss X like a runaway freight train and despite her pained cries begged for more and harder. Miss Y stood excitedly near and kept smiling at me and pointing and mouthing "you next, lucky boy." Miss X started to slaver all over me and at one point actually bit down hard on my penis and this made me yelp. At that point I saw Miss X raise her hand and before I could do anything she slapped me once and following that I was slapped several times by the young Miss Y who said "Miss X has instructed that if you do that you will be punished like that a lot" and she smiled as she said it. Then it was my turn. Luckily it was decided to start me on young Miss Y and her thinner strap-on, the vibrating one. I was copiously drenched in oil at the rear but even so Ithe pain from her 7 inch thin cock was enough and I was hoping for a respite but that was the smallest one. After she had ground around inside me and then removed herself I felt the pain of 10 thick inches buried into me and I have to say I cried like a baby - "don't be a baby" said Miss X, "I'm not even a third of the way in, another two thirds to go and I intend you take it all." I don't actually think I did but she had certainly drilled me wide open and then it was Miss T's turn. I passed out after maybe 5 minutes, I really cant remember. When I came too I was lying on the mattress, hands tied above me to the brass barred head board, my legs trussed and tied back and I heard Miss X say, "there, he's fine, try it again, try this position, I'll get the cine camera." "Oh goody, he's a girl now" said Miss Y clapping her hands and jumping up and down like a 9 year old. I was screaming except I wasn't. Miss X had placed tape over my mouth at the first squeal. All I could do was watch as plain Miss T buggered me from on top and it was clear she relished every moment of her power over me. "My little pedo bitch" she slavered sticking her tongue out, "how does it feel to be buggered, did it feel nice buggering little girl Susan, the little 10 year old, and does it feel nice to be reciprocated, mmmmm, aren't you just begging for it. I was abused by her for at least 15 minutes and at the same time both Miss X and Y participated in some way. Miss X squeezing my balls hard and uttering foul obscenities and Miss Y biting down from time to time on my nipples. Then it stopped or at least I was given a respite. "Right now lets milk the little pedo" said Miss X and whilst I was still trussed like a chicken I felt her reach inside my now extremely loose and widened anus using practically her whole hand and then I felt something else. "Aha, found it, his manly prostate, now Miss Y watch this" she said "pay attention to his weedy penis are you ready. My cock suddenly spasmed hard and upwards and at that exact moment of full erection I saw a jut of sperm shoot further than I had ever managed before, about 6 feet up in the air. I forgot the pain and watched immobilized and fascinated. "That's male milking Miss Y, you can have a go later when his weedy cock gets hard again, if it ever does. "Oh it will, I can assure you of that, once we bring the pupils in, it will for sure" said Miss T. "Shall we have tea ladies and a little rest" said Miss X, "I'll bring in some of the children, they can get a measure of him first, no" she said in response to Miss Y, "not yet, and leave the tape in place." I watched from my captive position as first tea was laid and then as six preteens were led in, four girls and two boys, not one in double digits as it looked to me. The girls were naked and stood around me, the boys hung back and they wore girls knickers and thin little bras, they did not look quite as happy as the girls and the girls had been given mini home made strap-ons and were arranging them on their person. "See" said Miss T to the other two ladies, "he's getting a hard already." "A real dyed in the wool pedo then" said Miss X. "Yes" said Miss T, "one of our own." "No" said Miss X, "not one of our own but one we own." "Oh how clever you are Miss X" said young Miss Y, "can I sit on his face now." "Oh very well dear" said Miss X and then Miss X and Miss T began drinking tea as Miss Y approached and pushed her way through the little girls and got onto the bed next to me. End of Part Three Leslliams@yahoo.comSt. Hildas and St. Thomass Part Three