A young gymnast is too tempting for her horny teachers
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Mark Clifton and James Farrier, pals and fellow teachers, waited until almost six. James was on locking-up duty and everyone else had gone home.
Everyone that was except for Millie Stanford, who liked to have the gym to herself to practice her rhythmic gymnastics. Tumbling across the floor, throwing her hoop and trailing and throwing her ribbon all needed lots of space and perfect concentration.
Millie was in the running for the national junior team and she practiced more than the others. Only Millie practiced late on a Friday evening, right up to the six o’clock closing time. And Millie was seriously pretty with a pert little nose, full lips, cheekbones, and large hazel eyes, all framed by her wavy light-brown hair.
It had started in the pub: Mark happened to mention the gym, James mentioned the gymnastics, Mark the rhythmic gymnastics, and James the way the scoring always seemed biased towards the most slender and pretty girls…
As the pints went down the two friends discussed their shared lust for the rhythmic gymnasts’ nubile, super-fit young bodies. The lithe, supple, forms were so feminine, so perfect, so deliciously on the cusp of womanhood. Their tits were pert, shoulders wide and straight, tummies toned, asses delectable, thighs taut…
By the end of the evening the lustful teachers had talked themselves into doing something about it. The girls were after all flaunting themselves in their thin, high-cut skin-tight leotards, wearing makeup, advertising their flexibility and fitness, their athletic, girlie perfection…basically saying ‘mate with ME’.
Unfortunately, being in their forties and not exactly George Clooneys, the two teachers knew that getting anywhere with a hot, popular fourteen- or fifteen-year-old was going to need more than seduction. But Mark, who taught psychology, thought he had a way they could enjoy one of the tempting girls and get away with it…
Millie saw the two teachers come into the gym and start watching her. She told herself that it was OK – she was learning to perform in front of an audience, after all. She smiled at them, they smiled back, and she carried on tossing her hoop, rolling then catching it again. Practice, practice, practice.
After a while she was starting to wish she’d worn her leggings though, and underwear. Mr Clifton and Mr Farrier were looking at her a bit intently, and the leotard was quite thin and a bit revealing on its own like this. She hadn’t really been expecting anyone to come in and see her, so she’d been trying to get used to wearing her leotard with nothing underneath – you got points deductions if the judges could see bits of bra or panties. She hadn’t bothered with butt glue or her smoothgroove either, so her suit kept riding up and her cameltoe must be pretty obvious, though she didn’t dare look now.
The horny teachers grew hornier and hornier as they watched the slender five feet five beauty cavort in front of them, arching, stretching, flipping and dancing on the balls of her feet. Surely she knew that she was displaying her cameltoe to them, and almost her entire pert, gorgeous asscheeks? Not to mention the rest of her athletic young body with its little waist and firm, high tits barely flattened by the thin, stretchy leotard…
Millie finished her practice, starting to feel uncomfortable under the stares of the men. They were friendly, her teachers after all, and they’d always been kind to her, but it was getting a bit freaky.
Then as she made for the doors they stepped across into her path.
“You were looking very good there Millie,” said Mr Clifton, smiling at her.
“Thank you,” said Millie, returning the smile but wondering why they were blocking the door.
“You certainly look ready,” said Mr Farrier. It almost sounded like some kind of in joke.
“I am nearly, I think,” Millie was still smiling but trying to ease between her teachers to get to the door.
It was totally sudden. Her teachers grabbed her by her arms, one each, and pulled her back onto the big mat in the middle of the gym. She screeched and Mr Clifton smothered her mouth with his hand.
“Now Millie,” he said, sounding reasonable, “we’re not going to hurt you, we really like you and we’d never hurt you, but we’re going to go with instinct. You understand don’t you? Lots of species have mating instincts that don’t involve love or permanent relationships, and so do we.”
Millie’s eyes were like saucers. What was he saying? ‘Mating’?
“It’s quite natural,” Mr Farrier picked it up, “for males to take females, and mate with them. The big male and the smaller female. The male makes his choice, selecting the most fit females for his progeny, and breeds with them. He chases them perhaps, if he has to, then the female submits to him, then afterwards they’re both fine and go their separate ways, or not.”
“They’ve simply fulfilled their genetic destiny Millie,” continued Mt Clifton, “you understand don’t you?”
Millie stopped struggling, trying to work out what they were saying. Mr Clifton took his hand away from her mouth, gauging that the moment for screaming was over. They all knew there was nobody to hear.
“Only we’re not talking about pregnancy of course Millie, we’d never do that to you, at your age, we’ve got a morning-after pill for you.” Mr Farrier patted his pocket.
Millie saw the awful truth. “You mustn’t!” she gasped. “You mustn’t! You mustn’t do it to me! Force me!”
“It’s a bit selfish we admit,” Mr Clifton sounded both kind and regretful, “but you’ll get into it you’ll see. We’ll be very gentle won’t we James?”
“Oh yes we won’t hurt you, it’s just instinct Millie. A man and a woman. It’s natural. A girl flaunts her developing body, and the males of the species respond.”
So saying the men pulled the leotard’s straps off each shoulder. Then they pulled down and in two awful seconds the leotard peeled off her body and Millie was naked. She couldn’t believe it had been so fast and easy to completely strip her against her will.
“It’s rape!” she spluttered, standing there in the nude, “you mustn’t!”
But the men were too absorbed in feasting their eyes on her delicious young body to respond. Her fine, perfect young skin drew their hands like a magnet and they started stroking all over her. She wriggled but they held her fast. There was no chance of escape for the slightly built girl.
“You’ll be caught!” she argued desperately, “you’re not allowed to rape girls! You’ll go to prison for ever!”
“You’ll get into it Millie,” said Mr Farrier, forcing a finger down over her light pubes then between her tightly clenched thighs, over her clit, “it’s just the getting started that’s the bit you’re nervous about. But it’s natural. You’ll get into it. That’s why you’ve got a clitoris with all these nerve-endings and your vulva and G-spot.”
“I won’t!” Millie wriggled in vain as the invading finger rubbed to and fro along her slit, “I’m supposed to choose! And I don’t!”
“But it’s natural Millie,” Mark Clifton continued the line the men had agreed, “why do you think females have evolved to be smaller? You just have to accept that it’s natural that males can choose to mate with you.”
The two men pulled her down and backwards onto the mat. She toppled backwards onto her back and the men each grabbed a knee and forced her legs apart. Mr Clifton took over rubbing a finger over her now totally exposed clit and labia.
“And why do you think you have a hole and men have a rod that can be forced into it?” he continued. “It would have been easy for things to evolve in some other way wouldn’t it? The other way round, say, or some other system so that women couldn’t be forced? But we have evolved that way, haven’t we. So it’s natural. We’re designed to do this Millie, there’s nothing bad about it. We’ll be gentle. You’ll see.”
The fourteen-year-old couldn’t think of the arguments she needed. It had to be wrong, but she couldn’t find the words to prove it.
Meanwhile his finger was getting into her pussy. However hard she tried she couldn’t stop it.
“So don’t feel bad Millie,” Mr Farrier was caressing her left breast now, the firm B-cup that was quite jutting even on her back, “it’s not anything that you ought to feel ashamed or humiliated about. It’s not anything bad that you’re doing, you’re just being a girl, in the way girls are designed to be – smaller and weaker and designed to be penetrated and mated with.”
To her dismay Millie was starting to feel a bit of sensation in her pussy. And in her nipple, which was quite big and sensitive. Mr Farrier was rolling it between his fingers, tugging it a little, and stroking all over her tit with his fingertips. Her nipple was getting big, sticking up, and so was the other one!
“We do like you Millie,” Mr Clifton carried on, working his finger inside her tight young pussy. There’d been no hymen, thank goodness.
“But you mustn’t!” yelped Millie, starting to feel a shameful arousal in her pussy and tit. The finger was feeling a bit like her hairbrush handle. She struggled again but it was hopeless. Mr Clifton had two fingers in now, she thought, jerking her up and down and his thumb rubbing over her clit. That was all swollen and sensitive as well, and she was wet, so his fingers could slide in and out really easily.
“Oh but we must!” grinned Mr Farrier, “it’s instinct. It’s just natural, evolution, it’ll be great once we get started, you’ll see. And you are aroused aren’t you Millie? It’s sex, it’s supposed to happen.”
Millie didn’t reply. She didn’t want to but she was responding! Her pelvis gave a jerky little thrust and she groaned. But she didn’t want to! But her body was tingling and her head was going fuzzy!
James Farrier stood up and started undressing. He’d won the coin-toss for who was going to go first. He finished by carefully extracting his rock-hard seven-incher from his briefs, before lowering the briefs to the floor and stepping out of them. The stunning young girl was staring up, aghast, but she’d get over that once he started. God, she was going to feel delicious!
Mr Farrier held her while Mr Clifton got undressed, then Millie knew she really was for it. Two naked men with collosal erections were obviously going to fuck her, whatever she did. They’d overpowered her easily and got her wet, and there was no-one to save her.
Still, she wasn’t going to help them! When Mr Farrier got between her legs she tried to poke him in the eye with her free hand. He moved his head out of the way just in time and Mr Clifton moved round and held both her hands. Then her legs were free so she kept moving her pelvis around, dodging the big cock that Mr Farrier was trying to line up to violate her with…
Millie was light, but quite strong and very agile. James Farrier battled on for several minutes, but each time he thought he’d got his cockhead started she flipped her pelvis up or sideways and it came out again. He leaned on her but nothing could stop her pelvis moving around by the crucial couple of inches. Eventually Mark Clifton suggested tying her up a bit.
James grinned through his frustration. They’d come prepared, after all. He fished in his jacket pocket and pulled out the thick ribbons he’d brought, then moved to one side of Millie while Mark went to the other side. In a moment she was gripped by her wrists and ankles and lifted off the floor. She struggled furiously but the men just let her, letting her limbs thrash around without letting go. They carried her to the parallel bars.
It went just as they’d fantasised.
Millie soon found herself strapped to the parallel bars, facing up, her forearms and shins taped to the bars while her body dangled in between. She was helpless, suspended with her legs open and her pussy defenceless. This was it.
The men had found the struggle exciting. Now they were both free to concentrate on holding the gorgeous pelvis still long enough to get James’ cock started, and he pushed in as soon as he felt the hole. Millie was impaled.
She gasped as the big cock filled her, surprised that it hadn’t hurt. As Mr Farrier pressed in she felt the dreaded arousal start again. Her pussy tingled and got even wetter.
“You see?” Mr Clifton was STILL sounding all friendly, as though they weren’t really raping her but doing something nice with her, “it feels alright doesn’t it? And it’s going to feel better and better.”
“No it’s horrid!” Millie gasped at him. If only hadn’t come out as a gasp like that! “It’s rape. It’s all wrong! You mustn’t! You’re teachers, you’re supposed to look after me not violate me!”
“Your pussy doesn’t seem to think it’s horrid,” Mr Farrier was smiling down, with his face starting to look a bit tense already. His cock was sliding in and out really easily, hardly rocking her until he started banging in a bit harder…
James was savouring the amazing sensation of the fourteen-year-old athlete’s elastic, creamy young pussy. It seemed to be toned just like the rest of her, and starting to pulsate involuntarily as he fucked. His cock had never had such a treat!
And he could tell delectable young Millie was clearly on the way to an orgasm; her breathing and movements made that obvious, with the little upward jerks of her pelvis as he pistoned his big cock in each time. He made himself slow down and wait for her, pumping slowly to build her unwilling arousal to tipping point.
It took a few minutes of gentle fucking, Millie looking this way and that trying to avoid looking at him and giving away her impending cataclysm. But it wasn’t to be avoided. She was too tactile, too sensual, and he was too skilled a cocksman. He toyed with different angles, different depths and speeds, different rhythms. Sometimes he stopped altogether, his cock almost out, then slid the whole thick seven inches back in to the hilt. He’d do a few shallow strokes rapidly, then slow down, or plunge suddenly in to the max.
Millie fought and fought to stave off the orgasm that she could tell her rapist wanted to force out of her. She thought about different things, unsexy things, but her mind kept coming back to her pussy and her brain kept getting fuzzier and fuzzier!
She groaned, then groaned again, and again…she was groaning in time with the fucking. Shit! He was going to win. She felt him speed up and start thumping into her each time, holding her thighs to stop her swinging…AAAAHHHH she was cumming, as hard as she’d ever cum on her own, the blood roaring in her head and her body spasming frantically…
James finally felt the release burst through his rampant, straining cock and pressed in hard, slowing down to time his deep penetrations with his manic spurts, grunting with the immense pleasure of his orgasm. It went on for quite a few seconds.
Millie’s head sagged back as the mammoth cum faded and she faced up to her defeat. Perhaps her teachers were right and she was meant to be fucked whether she wanted to or not? They were teachers after all, who knew things that she didn’t.
Mark Clifton watched her lithe, gorgeous young body wind down, still twitching. She’d had a fantastic orgasm, that he’d caught on his phone without her even noticing. What a sexy girl.
He made himself give her a couple of minutes for her sensitivity to drop, then took over from James. Millie made a token effort to evade his probing cock but James helped to hold her still and it went in easily enough. Heaven!
Millie tried again not to be aroused by being tied up and raped, but almost immediately the signs were wrong. Mr Clifton’s cock was as big as his friend’s, and it was making her pussy tingle, especially when he started with the same tricks.
“You’re so pretty Millie, and so sexy,” he smiled down at her as he worked her pussy over, moving slowly, rubbing against her vulva and gloating over her helpless arousal.
Millie knew perfectly well she was pretty: guys had been chasing her for a couple of years. A couple of girls too, even. It wasn’t flattering. She glared back up at her ravisher. “Just because you can make me have an orgasm doesn’t mean I want it!” she spat at him.
“Give it time,” Mr Clifton smiled, unaffected by her hostility, “we have a couple of hours don’t we?”
Millie realised they knew her schedule: training till school closed then going swimming and to the weights room at the leisure centre to work on her legs, getting home about nine. Shit. They must have been talking to her coach Mrs Watkins. Were they going to abuse her for two whole hours? Could her body even stand that?
Mr Clifton fucked her for a few minutes, then ran out of patience and started fucking hard. Millie’s pussy betrayed her again and she climaxed with him, groaning and bucking just as though she liked it.
After a couple of minutes the naked Mr Farrier came round to her dangling upside-down head, waving his semi-stiff cock at her face. He put a hand behind her head and pushed his cock onto her lips.
Millie spoke through clenched teeth: “I’ll bite,” she snarled, “I will. I promise if your cock gets in my mouth I’ll bite it as hard as I can.”
The teachers looked at each other and shrugged. It was too dangerous then. Millie knew they wouldn’t hit her and was making the most of it. Fair play, they weren’t here to hurt her after all, just to enjoy her. They undid her bonds and put her on her hands and knees on the mat. Mr Farrier immediately entered her from behind and started to fuck her doggy.
This fuck lasted longer, perhaps twenty minutes or more, and was followed by Mr Clifton. Both long, lazy fucks resulted in an orgasm for the hapless girl, whose morale was dropping. How was she cumming so much if she didn’t secretly like it? She hadn’t even known she could cum four times in less than an hour.
When that was over the men lay her between them and fondled her for a few minutes, then when their cocks had recovered they set up the next action. They took sections off the horse until it was about three feet high, laid her face-up across it and tied her ankles and wrists to the hand-holds on the bottom section on either side – Millie’s slender, flexible young body was arched into a crab over the horse, with her legs splayed.
The teachers stroked over her tits and thighs with their fingertips for a couple of minutes, making Millie realise she still had some sex in her. She was tingling again!
Mr Clifton went first this time, fucking her at an angle that scraped his bone across her clit with every stroke. Millie strained at her bonds as the sensation tore through her, forcing an orgasm in only a few minutes – too quickly for her teacher who hadn’t finished, so after letting her recover he resumed his fucking. Quite some time later she felt him speed up and cum in her, and yet again she couldn’t not climax as his sperm spurted into her traitorous pussy.
Inevitably Mr Farrier delivered a repeat performance, complete with another two unwanted orgasms for the helpless teen. That was eight!! Millie was appalled, and exhausted. By now she’d noticed they were filming her but there was nothing she could do about it.
They untied her and lay her on her back on the mat. This time she couldn’t summon the energy to resist and Mr Clifton was able to slide his big cock into her quite easily, then fuck her for ages in the classic missionary position, lifting her knees and driving down deep into her. Eventually he pumped yet more sperm into her as yet another orgasm gripped her. It was only after it was over that she realised she hadn’t tried to poke him in the eye. Was she just tired, or was she getting used to it?
Mr Farrier wanted to tie her up next, and after some discussion they tied her wrists to the horse, face up, and put a big exercise ball under her ass, Her pussy felt a bit tender as he spread her legs and entered her, but the stinging soon faded as the dreaded arousal built once again. He was grinding her clit again, and again she came before he did and then again with him when he finally finished.
God! The wall clock said 8:25 pm.
The next day Millie was severely depressed. Her mind lurched around from one view to another. She was a skanky slut who got off on being raped over and over. She was a victim who needed help. She must have led them on. She was designed to be raped as they said. She was sex-mad. She was flaunting herself with her rhythmic gymnastics. Men would always just fuck her when they felt like it. She should drop out of school and be a porn star.
And the teachers had told her to be in the gym same time next week. Mr Clifton had showed her the video and photos he’d taken of her being fucked and obviously cumming. Some more of her nude in the shower afterwards; she couldn’t stop him filming her. Some of her in bra and panties. He’d said he could release them in stages if she didn’t cooperate. Millie was terrified: everyone would think she’d liked it, got off on it. The whole school would be looking at her naked body being used and loving it. She’d never survive.
She couldn’t tell her parents either. Or anyone else. God, if word ever got out! She carefully counted and it came to eleven cums! In over two hours of almost continuous fucking. Being stripped, tied up, fucked with huge cocks over and over. Filled to overflowing with sperm. Which reminded her the morning-after pill she’d taken wasn’t helping either, since it was basically an overdose of something and was making her feel quite weird.
Millie stayed in her room, fending off her parents who’d been curious about her appearance when she’d got in last night.
She must have looked bad even after the shower her teachers had given her… getting in with her and washing her, feeling her up and discussing her body, how firm it was and how much and how hard she’d cum. And then Mr Farrier ending up frigging her, with his fingers rubbing over her labia and clit with the hair conditioner, and unbelievably she’d reacted and he’d taken her all the way…Christ it was twelve orgasms!…sniggering with Mt Clifton about what a find she was and how her fitness gave her such great stamina and such a tight, reactive pussy. They’d had to hold her up while she came though, and for a minute after…
Millie never cried, but she nearly did then. She was so alone suddenly. Alone and in the power of these men who seemed friendly but just wanted to use her. One of them had even admitted it was selfish…well it was way more than selfish. The bastards.
The anger gave her a bit of strength; enough to start looking up on Google about unwanted arousal during molestation. It turned out it was quite well-known. It was quite common, and it didn’t mean you liked it; it was different from desire, just a physical reaction. Some abusers were adept at inducing orgasms in their victims…
Some girls had fantasies about their abuse, even years later, as though it had been sexy when it hadn’t been at all. That didn’t mean you’d enjoyed it either it was some kind of coping…
Everyone reacted differently, there was no right and wrong way, and whatever way you reacted it didn’t make it your fault, it was theirs completely.
It made her feel a bit better. She carried on searching: feelings of isolation were normal, and a weapon that abusers used to bind their victims to them…so much of it was about the secrecy.
She read some victims’ stories. Many girls had had it a lot worse than her: had been hit, for years even, and by their parents so they really did have no-one to turn to…
Childline…the advice they always seemed to give was to talk to someone you trust. Who though? Millie thought about that.
And about the video and photos on Mr Clifton’s phone. Would he really publish them? Couldn’t they always be traced somehow?
And then there was them saying it was natural that they could force themselves on her, and how girls had evolved so that men could rape them. Was that right? Girls are smaller and weaker, obviously, and it was true that cocks could be forced into vaginas…
By Monday Millie had decided to tell her best friend Ann. Ann would believe her and be on her side whatever, and she wouldn’t tell anyone. Unlike her mum and dad Ann wouldn’t go berserk and call the police and ban her from her rhythmic gym.
She went round after school and sat on Ann’s bed. They chatted for few minutes then Millie went quiet for a few seconds.
“You know Mr Clifton and Mr Farrier?” she started. It was obviously the start of something big.
“Yes?” Ann’s eyes had popped wide open.
“On Friday, you know I stay and practice…”
“They came in, and…” Millie stopped. She couldn’t go on.
“They perved you,” said Ann flatly.
Millie didn’t say anything, looking down at the floor.
“They touched you?” Ann could hardly breathe. “Oh Millie!”
Ann came and sat right next to Millie, touching her.
“What did they do?”
Millie made herself carry on: “They stared at me all the time, so I felt like going, then when I tried to get to the door they wouldn’t let me and carried me back in.”
“So they did me. Both of them, over and over.”
“YOU MEAN RAPED YOU?” Ann shrieked.
The door opened and Ann’s mother looked in.
“What was that?” she asked, looking at the scene before her with Millie and her daughter looking anguished. “I was just passing and I heard.”
Ann’s mum was a bit of a hippie, but nice. She wore big red gypsy skirts and no makeup, and had lots of opinions about things. She’d always been welcoming to Millie, and Millie liked her. Now Ann’s mum sat on her other side and put her arm round her, and Millie leaned against her and finally had a cry. Ann’s mum was on her side just like Ann herself. Then Millie answered all the questions.
Twenty minutes later Millie had confided everything, including the dozen orgasms, the filming and the demand to go again on Friday. She added what the teachers had said about instincts and evolving and it being natural, and what she’d found out about abuse and having orgasms and the secrecy.
Ann’s mum didn’t go ballistic. Didn’t make out it was the crime of the century and that Millie ought to feel destroyed. Millie didn’t want to feel destroyed, she wanted to feel she was normal and respectable like she used to be.
“I’m so glad you came and told us Millie,” Ann’s mum said, “that’s so important. You’ve got us on your side now so you’ll be safe. We just need a plan…alright we need to get the videos and photos, don’t we?” Ann’s mum was amazingly practical. “Then the boot is on the other foot and those selfish bullies will be the ones in the shit. The unedited ones will be bound to have parts that show it’s them and rape.”
Millie had to smile at the profanity. Ann’s mum wasn’t like other mums.
“Don’t bother about the evolution bullshit,” Ann’s mum carried on, “that’s just an excuse. Mankind has also evolved to be selfish and violent – don’t even get me started on that - but we make crimes crimes because they’re bad for us as a society. A society could never be successful if it allowed rape, that’s why it’s a crime like murder and theft that we also evolved to be capable of. Most people have evolved to be kind to each other but a few people are criminals and that’s what those teachers are.”
THAT was what Millie had wanted to say to Mr Farrier! She felt a bit better again.
“I bet the videos are still on his phone,” said Ann who’d been thinking about it, “so they can perv at them all the time, during the day.”
“Alright!” said her mum, “phones can be stolen, can’t they?”
So the next day Millie and Ann were knocking on Mr Clifton’s office door. They had dressed to distract him, and also for speed. Ann was five foot three and very cute, with dark hair short enough to show off her long, slender neck. She had a tempting pair of firm c-cup tits, which today jiggled alluringly under nothing but a thin v-neck sleeveless pullover. Millie was wearing a tank, also without a bra, and both were in short skirts and trainers.
Mr Clifton goggled at them. “What can I do for you?” he managed to ask.
Ann’s mum had said he’d believe anything as long as he wanted to believe it.
“I can’t stop thinking about sex,” murmured Millie, coming up to his right side while Ann went to his left. His jacket was on the back of his chair. They really needed his phone to be in a jacket pocket. It wasn’t on his desk anyway. “And Ann feels the same. We were wondering if she could come on Friday? I mean cum on Friday!” she giggled, leaning forwards over the desk so her tank top fell forwards revealing quite a lot of pert teen tit.
She sensed Ann feeling the jacket pockets on her side…nothing.
“I always wanted to start with an older man,” Ann drew his attention to his left, dragging her pullover down to reveal some cleavage, and Millie quickly checked the jacket pockets on her side…they were empty apart from his wallet. Shit. It must be in his trousers. Plan B.
“I hope you don’t mind Mr Clifton,” Millie continued, “Annie’s my best friend, I tell her everything. I told her how big your thingy is, and she wants to see it.”
Mark hesitated. Did Millie really not mind about last Friday? Well…she had cum a lot, and at the end she’d been exhausted rather than hateful. It was scary that she had actually told someone, that wasn’t supposed to happen. But it did fit. And Ann was a very sexy young girl…
“And touch it,” added Ann.
The temptation was too much for him: “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“I’ll show you my tits.” The girls and Ann’s mum had discussed the negotiations if they needed Plan B. With two of them and surrounded by other teachers’ offices they were quite safe, and nothing was more important than getting the phone. Showing your body could be bad or good, it was all about power.
“To touch my cock either I touch your tits or you strip naked, it’s up to you,” he bargained, manipulating the innocent girl. His cock was twitching at the prospect.
“Like for like,” said Ann, “if I strip naked you have to.”
Mark could hardly believe how this was going. This girl was going to talk herself right onto his cock at this rate. “OK. If you touch me then I touch you, though, OK?”
“Alright,” Ann made herself sound reluctant, “I suppose. You have to go first though.”
That wasn’t a problem. Before she could start losing her nerve he stood up, flicked the catch on the door and quickly shed his tie and shirt.
Ann slowly lifted her pullover by the neck and drew it up over her head. Her flat tummy and pert, jutting teen tits were revealed in their glory. She could see Mr Clifton was riveted, gulping even.
Mr Clifton removed his shoes and socks.
Ann didn’t want to take her trainers off, she’d need them to run away, so next she undid her miniskirt and pulled it down, but left it round her feet. Would he realise?
No. The thin boy-cut panties that they’d chosen for her took all his attention. In an emergency they could do as shorts but they clung to her round her sexy mound, showing her cameltoe as well as her gorgeous lean shape.
Mr Clifton, without taking his eyes off the nearly-naked teen, slid his trousers down and draped them over the chair.
“And those,” said Ann, looking at his bulging briefs. She needed him to lose the plot a little. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed the waistband down an inch. “You’re supposed to be in the nude first, we said didn’t we?”
His attention was glued to Ann’s hot little teen body, a bit of bush peeking over the top of her panties, while behind him Millie was sliding her hand into the trouser pocket that had the weight and the shape off a phone in it. Her deft little fingers eased the phone out and into her skirt pocket that she’d left empty on purpose. Ann had seen, out of the corner of her eye.
Now the girls needed to hold their nerve and be quick. As Mr Clifton’s briefs reached his knees Millie went to the door and flipped the catch off. Ann reached down and pulled her skirt up while Millie got the door open. Mr Clifton could only gape as Ann grabbed her pullover with one hand and held her skirt up with the other, and ran for the door. She paused in the doorway, zipped her skirt leaving the button for later, pulled her pullover over her head and stepped into the corridor.
The girls heard an indignant “Hey!” from Mr Clifton as they ran gleefully down the corridor.