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Millie couldn’t believe her pervert abusing teachers had been able to cancel out the stolen phone with these new photos.
Now they were going to get away with having fucked her over and over, just because they’d broken in and crashed her lovely sweet sex session with Ann and Ann’s mum Shelley. Shelley couldn’t do anything, being tied naked to the bed, and it didn’t exactly help that Millie and Ann were naked as well.
Anyway just for the sake of it she challenged to Mr Clifton: “That’s my phone, isn’t it? You gave it to me.”
Mr Clifton, his trousers still bulging as he ogled the fourteen-year-old beauty, was amused. “You have spirit Millie, I have to say. Things have changed though, and this is over four hundred quid’s worth.”
“Maybe she could earn it?” smirked Mr Farrier, whose eyes were also roving up and down the three naked lovelies.
“Four hundred quid? What for?”
“It’s insured isn’t it? How about a blowjob?”
“Ewe, I don’t think so!” Millie sneered.
“I’ll give you a blowjob,” Ann stunned them all, “for the phone. Millie deserves it.“ Millie and Shelley started to protest until they saw Ann looking at them intently. She was up to something.
“Both of us,” said Mr Clifton. Teen girls and phones, it was ridiculous.
“For both phones,” said Ann.
“You’re quite a negotiator aren’t you?” He was recalling how Ann had got him to take his trousers off by offering to strip with him, which was what had enabled Millie to steal his phone in the first place.
“I’m fourteen, and my mouth is virgin,” Ann smiled, revealing her perfect small teeth. She sank slowly to her knees by the end of the bed. “And this is my mum…”
The two pervert teachers looked at the super-cute teen looking up them, kneeling naked with her pert c-cup tits sticking out, her lean little body… right by her gorgeous naked mother - her sexy mother with her legs tied splayed exposing her clearly wet cunt right to them…
“Darling you mustn’t” Shelley said weakly. The girls knew though that wasn’t how she’d really try to stop it.
“Alright,” Mark Clifton couldn’t resist. “It is insured after all. Are you on with your phone James? D’you mind if I go first, as you went first last time?”
“Yeah OK. No that’s fine, she’ll have had some practice,” James grinned.
Millie watched aghast as her best friend, only fourteen like herself and so innocent, knelt submissively while the pervy teacher dropped his trousers and briefs and presented his hard, thick, seven-inch cock to her sweet face. It was only because Millie was now protectively right next to her that she heard Ann whisper to Mr Clifton:
“I want it rough, that’s my fantasy. Grab my hair and really face-fuck me. Make me choke a bit, like in the videos.”
Millie could hardly believe it. Nor could Mr Clifton. “Are you sure?” he asked. He even sounded a bit concerned.
Ann nodded. “Then I can act a bit, you know, struggle, if that’s OK? I like that.”
“Of course it’s OK,” he sniggered, “I’m a pervert remember!” The girl was full of surprises. Was there any way he and James could keep something going with her, perhaps?
“Shit!” breathed Mr Farrier, who had come over to watch.
Millie was trying to work out what Ann was up to. Why the struggle thing? On instinct Millie dropped to her knees in front of Mr Farrier; it wasn’t fair for Ann to do both of them. “I’ll do you if you want,” she whispered, figuring whispering must be important for some reason.
For an answer James Farrier undid his belt, pushed his trousers and briefs down, and worked his fingers into her thick, wavy hair. Millie duly opened her lovely mouth and he pulled.
It was only the look her daughter had given her that kept Shelley sane as she watched Ann and Millie being brutally faced-fucked at the end of the bed, struggling while their hair was gripped and used to thrust their pretty young faces to and fro on the big adult cocks, choking them.
The men were grinning down as they gave the girls what they’d asked for, and savoured the incredible sensations on their cocks. The backs of the teens’ throats felt especially wonderful on their swollen cockheads, pushing onto them, even partly into them, though the girls became a bit too desperate before they could properly deep-throat them. It was fantastic anyway, the greatest game ever. It was too great to last long, but that didn’t matter. These were the hottest bowjobs in history, surely.
Millie thought she was going to die, from not being able to breathe and from fury at being manhandled like this, used yet again; but it had to be worth it, somehow, or Ann wouldn’t have set it up. She carried on struggling, and got a breath each time she could.
Ann was gasping for air too, but she wasn’t angry like Millie. she was waiting for it to be over so her victory could be enjoyed. Mr Clifton and Mr Farrier had never noticed John’s little video camera, designed to fit onto his helmet while he was riding his motorbike, that was currently mounted on the end of the headboard still recording and covering everything.
Luckily in a very few minutes the men were there, pressing the girls’ faces in one last time while their cocks erupted in unison, Mark’s climax setting James off. They pressed and spurted, looking down at the tangled hair that was entwined in their fists, the firm young shoulders and tits and kneeling thighs. Then they let go, to finish with a couple of spurts onto those stunning young faces.
James Farrier grinned at Mrs Whittle’s appalled expression, scanning her naked body down over her tits to her exposed pussy, then back up. Why couldn’t his own wife stay in shape like this? Mrs Whittle was really lovely…out of the corner of his eye he noticed a little back cylinder standing out against the wood of the headboard.
“Fuck,” he said to his partner in crime, and pointed. “A video camera!”
“Hence the blowjob,” gasped Mr Clifton, “and the ‘be rough with me’ bullshit. Jesus. Thank God you spotted it.”
Ann, spluttering on the floor, groaned. Busted! It had all gone wrong. Anyway she’d finish her plan off, and just hope. It must be nearly four o’clock, for one thing.
“Get the vibrator,” she whispered to Millie.
Both men had gone round to look at the camera as the girls stood up. Ann wiped the worst of the cum off her face with her hand, and slid onto the bed between her mother’s legs. She suddenly scooped the cum to the end of two fingers and pushed them into her mother’s pussy, making her jump and shriek. In a second Ann had taken the vibrator from Millie and pushed that into her mother’s pussy, which was what the men really saw. They sensed they’d missed something, but didn’t know what. Her mother writhed, but in a couple of thrusts it was in.
“Very hot,” smirked Mr Clifford, “but this isn’t a webcam is it?” He waved the helmet cam at them teasingly. “It’s all just on a memory card isn’t it…this memory card!” He popped the card out.
“So, thanks for the great blowjobs girls,” Mr Farrier sniggered, “it was the best. Sorry Ann you always were a clever one, but this time it hasn’t worked out.”
The teachers, still grinning, watched Ann carefully wipe some blobs of cum off Millie’s beautiful young face, slide them to the ends of two fingers, then quickly push the fingers into her own pussy.
As the penny started to drop Ann was already inserting the vibrator. With a few determined thrusts, and helped by her mother’s juice, she quickly had several inches in. She had experience, after all.
“Noooo,” yelped Mr Clifton, realising what was happening more quickly than his friend.
Ann just looked at him, her sticky face defiant.
“Looks like a DNA test will show you raped me and my mum,” she said. “Both our pussies will look like they’ve just been fucked…”
“You little bitch!” Mr Clifton, losing it, took a step and grabbed her by the arm.
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” shouted Shelley.
“LET HER GO!” shouted Millie, lunging to help Ann but being grabbed by Mr Farrier.
At that opportune moment the door opened.
In the doorway stood quite a large untidy young man in a leather jacket. “Mum? What…THE FUCK?”
“John!” Shelley, Ann and Millie all gasped at once. It was four o’clock and he was back from school!!
Millie wasn’t too keen on Ann’s badboy older brother, even though she fantasised about his badboy friends. In Millie’s opinion John had never given his little sister the attention and respect she deserved. He almost ignored Millie as well. Just because he was four years older...
Now though the sudden appearance of the broad-shouldered lad, who was about five foot eleven and had got into several fights, was the most wonderful thing ever. Except for her being completely in the NUDE of course!! Why had they left all their clothes in the kitchen??
Millie and Ann hastily put a hand over their crotches and an arm across their tits. Shelley didn’t have that option but she had her eyes on the prize. “John! Get that memory card from Mr Clifford, and your helmet camera and their phones! Don’t let them go! Stop staring at me and get them. Now! And stop staring at the girls too.”
John was struggling to cope with the chaos, but his teachers meekly surrendered the items so he didn’t have to search them or even understand...
“Have they been…you know…to you?” he asked dangerously as his overworked senses started to assemble the incredible scene before him.
The teachers were smaller and softer than John Whittle. They knew he’d been suspended twice for fighting and they could see his protective instincts were about to kick off in the worst way. They shuffled nervously away from the bed.
Millie could also see John boiling up: “No no it was us John, Ann and me tied her to the bed.”
John gawped at her. “Millie? You? Why?” Her hair was all over the place and what was that on her face?
“It’s complicated, but it wasn’t them. Not this time anyway. And we took our own clothes off. Don’t hit them, we’ve got them, with the phones and the videos.”
John forced himself to look at his mother again, hoping for some explanation and trying to blank out her box.
“Yes darling, you can let them go now, they know what they have to do.” She addressed the quaking teachers: “ You’re going to phone here tomorrow evening for instructions aren’t you? And during the day if you see either of the girls you’re going to turn and go the other way.”
“Yes, yes…” Mr Clifford and Mr Farrier crept past John and fled down the stairs.
“Alright John thank you darling,” Shelley could see his discretion starting to fade as he surveyed her tits and his naked hot little sister and her naked hot best friend. “Go down to the kitchen please and bring our clothes up. Just leave them outside the door. Oh and some scissors please, these knots have pulled rather tight. We’ll explain later.”
John dragged himself out of the bedroom and went down. He hadn’t been keeping up with Annie growing up had he? And Millie. Jesus Christ he needed a wank now. And as for his mum…what the fuck had they been doing? God if Brian and Matt ever found out quite what a weird mother he had…
At the end of Friday a month later Mr Farrier and Mr Clifton were walking slowly over to the gym. They weren’t looking forward to meeting Mrs Whittle and the girls, but they had no choice. Shelley Whittle had laid out the array of evidence against them and it was terrifying: not only the real ravishment of Millie, all on video, but also the set-up ‘violent oral rape’ of the two young teens in front of one of their mothers. Mrs Whittle hadn’t bothered with a DNA tests, because the faked rapes of the mother and her teenage daughter weren’t needed – that was how bad things were.
They knew the videos had all been stored online and were beyond reach, on top of which the eighteen-year-old biker John Whittle had been told about the Millie episode - to explain how his mother had been having lesbian bondage sex with his sister and Millie - and was spoiling to smash their faces in and various other parts too. He’d been sworn to secrecy, presumably, but if Mrs Whittle or either of the girls ever said the word the teachers could kiss goodbye to many teeth, apparently. At least.
Mrs Whittle had repeated her vision of prison and the rest of their lives if the police were called in. With such ruination beckoning, the teachers had agreed to do whatever was demanded; whatever.
So for the last four weeks the forty-something teachers had been eating little and exercising lots. They’d lost seven kilos and put on muscle, and done some tanning, as per the detailed instructions. They were seriously tired of being bossed about by Millie Stanford with her diet and gym work and running and swimming. Still, they’d done it, and here they were still out of prison.
And in the gym. Ominously Ann was standing holding the video camera, while Millie was holding her phone (which Mark could see used to be his), and a bottle of something.
“Right, clothes off please,” said Shelley Whittle.
Millie was trembling with amazement at what they were about to do. So was Ann, who after a month of incredible lezzie sex with her amazing mum and her stunning, gorgeous girlfriend, was about to get fucked by a man for the first time.
“So; you’re going to teach Ann about fucking,” Shelley informed the men. That’s what she wants.”
The teachers gaped. This was punishment?
Ann was stripping off, revealing her lithe, five foot three body with her jutting tits, perfect skin and flowing, young-but-feminine shape. Like themselves she was tanned all over, though her tan was a bit uneven evoking real outdoor nudity. Her light-brown bush was neatly trimmed and her dark-green eyes shone in her sexy face.
“Yes,” continued Shelley, “you will each fuck her, however she wants, giving her a lot of orgasms like you did Millie, or whatever she decides she feels like. A lot of arousal. We want a running commentary so she can pass on the lessons to her boyfriends in due course. You are teachers, aren’t you?”
Mark Clifton gulped, while James Farrier tried not to look too thrilled. They didn’t want to look as though they were enjoying serving their penance, even though obviously any man would be in heaven fucking this delectable fourteen-year-old. They would do their very best, anyway, and hope to gain favour.
Ann lay down on the lowered horse, on her back with her ass on the end. She didn’t want too much intimacy, just the fuck basically. Or fucks rather.
James knelt down and started licking and sucking her pussy. Ann thought it was pretty good, though not as good as Millie and Shelley did it. It was what was needed anyway and she was wet and tingling straight away.
Mr Clifton stood up and offered his throbbing seven inches up to her wet, swollen slit. It slid in easily, surprising him for a second before he remembered about the big pink vibrator…
“Alright so, err…” he started the commentary while savouring the amazing feel of this tight, creamy pussy. Well if that bedroom scene had been anything to go by, and the vibrator, this was a well-exercised, fit young vagina. Her virginity was entirely nominal.
“So…I press right in,” he started commentating, “to stimulate the vulva with my pubic bones, you see…” he fucked slowly in and pressed, then started to fuck.
“Now I’m leaning over a little, and lowering her knees to adjust the angle of her pelvis, to make sure I engage her clitoris..” he was sounding a bit formal wasn’t he? Well the teaching was coming quite naturally…
“Now I’m just at the entrance, so the vagina is contracting inside, while I wait, and NOW when I push in there’s a lot of sensation, you see…” The joyful groan from the teen proved his point as he carried on fucking and lecturing.
Ann enjoyed the fuck, feeling the sex course through her body, thrilling her senses just how it was supposed to. Sex was such a great way to have a good time! She loved it. And Mr Clifton was doing her really skilfully; there was more to it than you’d have thought wasn’t there? And now she was ready for a cum…
“OK finish me,” she instructed, and less than half a minute later she was shuddering with a huge, gorgeous orgasm, feeling a man’s sperm being jetted into her for the first time. Just as well she was safe! Oooh that was lovely.
A short while later, after a cuddle with Millie, she felt like some more cock, so James Farrier found himself lying down on the mat while the sexy teen lowered her wet pussy over his throbbing erection. She started going up and down on him, then after a couple of minutes she told him to fuck upwards, using his new-found fitness to drive his cock in and out of her. A phone appeared, held by Mrs Whittle, and he started doing the commentary into it. He took Ann to a climax, let her recover, and then started her off towards her third.
Millie was starting to feel sexy, watching her girlfriend being fucked by these big cocks and loving it. Millie felt sexy a lot of the time these days.
She took off her clothes, watched by Mr Clifton. She still didn’t hate him and Mr Farrier for having ravished her, though sometimes she felt angry still. It was down to her mood really. Bossing them about made her feel better anyway.
Sometimes she just thought about how they’d worked her pussy over with their big cocks and made her cum till she couldn’t stand up. And although it was stupid she was in some ways grateful to them for having made everything get started between her and Ann and Shelley.
She went over to the parallel bars, scene of her first rape. She’d been in the gym most days since, but had been avoiding this particular area; now it was time to face that feeling of helplessness. She draped herself over, facing up, between the bars, hanging by her knees and elbows. She caught Mr Clifford’s eye and with a flick of her head gestured him over.
“Four minutes,” she bossed him, deliberately.
Mark ran his finger up the delectable gymnast’s slit and found it wet. He hoped she, and the Whitltles, would eventually forgive him and James and they could relax; they just had to play along. He eased his cock in and started. Four minutes wasn’t very long, but Millie Stanford wasn’t just any girl. As she had a month before she reacted strongly, straight away, and he started fucking her in earnest, with long strokes landing quite firmly. Mrs Whittle appeared with the camera and he made himself start explaining what he was doing.
Millie told herself to enjoy the sex and get into being well fucked, and she found she could. Shelley had been urging her to look forwards rather than back, and to think about sex in the future rather than being attacked in the past. It wasn’t going to happen again: she wasn’t going to give up her gym sessions but now Mr Farrier had given her a key so she locked the door and left the key in. She had her phone, and these days quite apart from the police Ann’s brother never seemed to be far away and was on speed dial.
OOOHHH she was there already!
Mark pumped hard, holding the lean teen pelvis with his hands to brace it against his thrusting. She was starting, the little sexpot. “I can…feel her starting…” he gasped to the microphone, “so I’m bumping…into her now…to really…excite her vulva…”
He moved in a bit closer to hold her as she started to thrash around, in danger of flipping herself off his cock. He was beyond talking as he started too, the familiar bliss of orgasm sweeping through him. He was relishing the sensation of pussy doing it with him – a sensation all too rare these days.
The delectable teen gymnast and her pervert teacher orgasmed hard together for quarter of a minute; ecstasy that was part shared, and part not. Then they wound down and Mr Clifford slid gently out of her. Millie lowered herself to the floor and clung to Shelley while her legs stopped shaking.
“Thank you,” she said to Mr Clifford.
“You’re welcome,” he replied, smiling.
Now Mrs Whittle was taking her clothes off, heading with Millie for the mats, where Ann and James also seemed to have finished.
Millie lay down with Ann on one side and Shelley on the other. The three caressed each other while the teachers watched. Soon the super-fit nubile Millie was audibly aroused again, and so to a lesser extent were her lovers. So were the horny teachers: the girls made an incredibly erotic sight.
James and Mark saw Mrs Whittle look over at their erections, that they’d absently started playing with.
“OK,” she sat up and looked at them seriously, “decision time. You’re not really evil are you, just perverts. I think we can see our way clear to not destroying the rest of your lives, if you do a couple of things for us.”
She paused, and there was a hush. The teachers held their breath. The girls too - they had no idea what was coming even though Shelley was saying ‘we’.
“We need some ammunition, well a safeguard really, that’s independent of Millie, you can see that can’t you?” Shelley stated it as a fact, and the teachers nodded apprehensively.
“One of the reasons we’ve got you into better shape – apart from for Ann’s first time - is for your own benefit, because one of you is going to assfuck the other, while we film it.”
“Noooo,” Mr Clifton and Mr Farrier cried in unison. and the girls gasped in shock.
“You like assfucking with girls, I bet,” said Shelley, “I bet you’ve had a LOT of wanks to videos of girls taking it up the ass?” The men couldn’t deny it.
“So it’s the same isn’t it, physically? Your assholes are made the same as female ones aren’t they? So it’s quite survivable. It won’t hurt that much, with plenty of the lube I’ve brought and your skill with using your cocks. You just have to prepare the ass thoroughly of course and then be sensitive about doing it, which I’m sure you can be.
“So you can toss for who does what, or decide however you like, or do it to each other to make it completely fair, OR…of course you can refuse and I’ll decide you can’t be controlled to a safe level and do what I probably ought to have done in the first place and call the police in.”
There was an implacable quality to how she’d said it that belied the sexy naked woman, who wasn’t that big and not that old either.
“So basically,” she finished, “it’s, lemme see, one assfuck or a few thousand, whichever you prefer.”
James and Mark looked at each other, horror-struck. Then Mark’s face set. “No,” he shook his head, “sorry. We’re not doing that.” He was pretty sure that after a month Mrs Whittle must have decided not to put Millie through the ordeal of a court trial, with the cross-examination making her recount all the detail, calling her a liar and fantasist, and a jury being shown the videos.
“OK,” said Shelley, “call it in Millie.”
Millie nearly started to argue – she didn’t want to destroy her teachers’ lives now – then she realised Shelley hadn’t consulted her. She would have, wouldn’t she, if she meant it? It had to be a bluff. And Millie did quite want to see them one of them assfuck the other, that would be amazing to watch.
She walked over to her clothes and picked up her phone, trying to think about any bits of emergency calls she’d heard. She dialled three zeros, turned the volume down to hide the tone, put it to her ear, waited a few seconds and then said “Police please.”
A few seconds later she said: “Hello, I’ve been…raped by two teachers at my school… Millie Stanford…. Twenty-four, Meadow Green, Netherton…I’m fourteen…yes this is my phone…Kings’ School…”
“Alright,” Mark was rushing over, “hang up, we’ll do it, we’ll do it, hang up!” Christ what a nightmare. Whatever had possessed them to rape a girl? It was insane. And they did LIKE Millie, what on earth had they been thinking? He had to recognise that in some ways he and James were bad for each other.
Millie pressed an imaginary button on her screen and switched to Home before he could see there was no call.
“I think Mr Farrier should be the one to take it,” she said. Her first violator. It was hard not to smirk.
The teachers were too strung out to argue. In a couple of minutes Mr Farrier was on his knees on the mat working a lubed finger into his own tight, virgin back passage. There was some desperation in how he was trying to open it out.
Shelley was setting up two phones on chairs to capture the action from two angles in fixed-camera cctv style, and pointing out to the girls the area they had to stay clear of. They went and stood some way in front of the teachers, fondling each other to help Mr Clifton keep his erection when he offered it up to Mr Farrier’s hairy ass. They couldn’t help Mr Farrier with any arousal though, because he was too humiliated to look at them.
“Lots of lube mate,” he was pleading, “and take it slow for Christ’s sake. Really, really slow!”
“Yeah don’t worry,” Mr Clifton was working a finger into his friend’s asshole, squirting some lube, working the fingers around, then adding a second finger, more lube, and eventually a third finger and more lube.
After quite a few minutes it seemed the asshole was as ready as it could be. The girls watched in amazement as Mr Clifton lubed his cock and pressed his big cockhead onto Mr Farrier’s asshole! And after a minute it popped in!! Mr Farrier gasped in pain and Mr Clifton stopped.
“I have to wait a bit,” he explained to the girls.
Millie stood stroking Ann’s lovely lower back and asscheeks, thinking this assfucking was pretty weird.
After a few minutes Mr Clifton started moving, fucking his cock in a bit more. Then he stopped and waited again. To Millie it was pretty obvious that assholes weren’t really meant to have cocks stuck into them.
Anyway the men carried on, both looking about as hapless as Millie had felt that Friday evening a month before. Their humiliation was balm to her soul, and so was Ann whose warm, lovely body was leaning affectionately against her.
Eventually the cock was fully in, and Mr Clifton slowly pulled it out a bit, then pushed it back in. He did that again, waited a moment, then again. Gradually he built up to a slow fuck.
Millie had had enough though, suddenly. It was too ugly. Maybe it would be alright if two gay guys did it, she wasn’t sure, but the men looked so sad. She went over to Shelley, Ann coming with her. “Have we got enough?” she asked.
Shelley saw the expression on her face, and Ann’s. She gathered up the phones.
“Alright you can stop,” she told the teachers, “let’s go to my house now and review where we are.”
Mark and James weren’t sure what that might mean but they showered and drove round, hoping that the assfucking might be the end of the whole ghastly business. When they got there Mrs Whittle showed them upstairs, and into what was clearly Ann’s bedroom. It was girlie pink with posters of popstars on the walls, a makeup kit on a dresser, in front of a small TV. There was a battered fluffy pink toy rabbit on a chair.
Mrs Whittle stood on the far side of the bed, the girls on either side of her. She was holding a remote.
“Watch this then we’ll talk,” she said. She started a video, which the teachers saw immediately was an edited version of the blowjobs the girls had given them. They watched themselves with their cocks in the pretty girls’ faces, thrusting in and out and pulling the girls’ heads to and fro by their hair. It was hot. Then at the end their cum landing on the girls’ sexy young faces was even hotter.
Mrs Whittle stopped it at a frame showing both girls’ cum-streaked faces.
“Hot eh?” she grinned at them. The teachers nodded, grinning too.
“What’s hot about it?” she challenged them. Her smile had vanished.
“Well,” James was wrong-footed, “blowjobs, facials, they’re sexy aren’t they?”
“Sexy for who?” Mrs Whittle was spitting, out of the blue. Before the men could reply she carried on, evidently set for a long speech of some kind.
“This is Ann’s room, look around. It’s a girl’s room. The room of a sweet girl who should be able to choose what happens to her.
“This is where Millie told us about what you did to her. I just happened to be going across the landing and heard Ann sounding shocked about something, otherwise Millie might still be trying to cope without me. Suppose I hadn’t found out? You’d be having her in the gym every Friday wouldn’t you?
“You say you’re sorry but look at the face-fucking you think is so sodding hot. Look how violent and one-sided it is. What’s with the cumming on their faces? What’s that about? It’s dominance isn’t it? The joy of dominating two young girls, controlling and humiliating them. Using their head to wank in, using their hair like handles. And this was AFTER you said you were sorry for raping Millie. And now you still think it was great AFTER you were intimate with them just an hour ago.”
The teachers stood mouths agape, stunned by the hostility and how events were being linked...
“Now you’ve just this very evening had a taste of humiliation yourselves, awful humiliation, but still you didn’t’ empathise with the girls did you? You came in and watched yourselves abusing these young girls and still thought it was hot. You had their permission but it was still your idea of sex and having a good time with a girl wasn’t it? But it wasn’t actually pleasant for them was it? Being hauled around and choked and loomed over. Dominated. And don’t tell me a fourteen-year-old really wanted to live that out as a fantasy.
“So you may have some regrets about raping Millie, but you’re perverts. You easily lose sight of the fact that girls are people, with feelings that you should respect and empathise with. You refer to each other for what’s right and wrong, and not to the girls.”
“But,” Mark struggled to fend off this unexpected and quite savage attack on who he was, ”we LIKE girls. It was a mistake with Millie, we’re sorry…”
“Yes I know, you said: you ‘got carried away’ “ Mrs Whittle was scathing, “so it went further than you intended or whatever, but the basic tendency is there, isn’t it? This is your view of girls, that they’re there for you and not for themselves. But you’re surrounded by girls, and some of them are vulnerable, either physically like Millie was in the gym on her own at night, or emotionally so you could groom them. You might have been doing it for years for all I know. Or this could be the first time, but the first of many times. Who knows? But it can’t go on. I can’t leave things in that position. I can stop you doing it to Ann and Millie but what about all the others? You can say all you like that you won’t do it again but the tendency IS there isn’t it?”
“We won’t do it again, honestly!” James said earnestly.
“I don’t dare to believe that, sorry. It would be wrong of me, when the evidence says you might.”
Mark and James were getting a sinking feeling as Mrs Whittle produced two envelopes.
“So here’s the deal. It’s the only deal in town so don’t fight it or we WILL call the police. Not to say leak the assfucking video…” She handed them an envelope each.
They opened their envelopes together. Each one contained a letter detailing an appointment with a consultant at a different private hospital. Each was headed:
James read on: “Dear Mr Farrier,
Further to your enquiry about a bilateral orchiectomy, we are pleased to offer an appointment with our Consultant Surgeon Mr Shah. He will be happy to discuss your concerns about testicular cancer and offer appropriate advice and/or medical procedures. In the event that you decide to proceed with the operation, it can be performed in our modern scrupulously hygienic facilities, and will normally require an overnight stay. Prosthetic testes are available.
We look forward to seeing you on 6th May at 10:30 am.
“Oh no!,” Mark’s letter was basically the same, “you are NOT cutting our balls off, don’t even think about it!”
“You’re kidding!” gasped James, “No WAY.”
“It’s not such a big deal,” Mrs Whittle was unmoved, “any rescue dog is neutered and they can have a great life can’t they? We love them and neuter them, it’s normal. It’ll be no different for you. You can have a great life, be free, teach, do sports, drink, have a laugh, it’ll all be the same. The only thing you won’t be able to do is fuck, and when did you last fuck your wives?”
There was silence.
“Okay it was some years ago but that’s not the point,” said Mark.
“They’re not exactly in shape these days,” explained James.
“So who are you planning to fuck?” Mrs Whittle was inexorable. “You weren’t in shape either were you, and without being forced into diet and exercise you’ll go back to your normal forty-something flabbiness and then who exactly are you planning to cheat with?
“You who are surrounded by girls all day and are proven self-confessed perverts and rapists? Who are you going to fuck?”
“I don’t care,” Mark tried not to shout, “they’re my balls, for Christ’s sake, and I’m keeping them!”
“Alright you can keep them in prison then.” Mrs Whittle resumed her assault: “You have three weeks to turn up with a receipt for a bilateral orchiectomy and your two balls in a jar, or it’s that phone call that Millie started. And I will check with the hospitals too.
“Go home and play that scenario out: the police cars, the police station, the media, paps, the interrogations, the court case, the prosecuting barrister, the police van, and the prison. The ten YEARS or so in the little cell with the grey block walls and one or two scary cellmates. The showers. The assraping. The punches and perhaps stabbing, being hit and pushed around. The constant fear. Then you’ll come out, in perhaps 2025 or something, and be pariahs. No work. No wives fat or otherwise; no home – a seedy little flat perhaps. For thirty years or whatever until you die…do you want me to go on? Oh and have I mentioned the assfucking video going viral?”
The teachers had never imagined that this great-looking woman could be such a despot; so vicious and vindictive and merciless. She was just about young enough to be their daughter, technically! They could only shake their heads. She was a mother though, and she was seeing Millie as her own and the other girls too.
Anyway ‘nightmare’ didn’t even start to describe the abyss they were staring into.
They saw that Mrs Whittle had finished, flicking her head towards the door.
As they got to it she spoke again, her tone friendly all of a sudden. “It’ll be alright,” she smiled at them. “You’re not bad men really but you have these urges and you do lack empathy. It’s a solution. Without balls you simply won’t have the urges and so you won’t miss them. You can have a good life and so can everyone else around you. Do it. You won’t miss them, not really. And we won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
With no cards to play, the teachers nodded a goodbye, turned and went out.
“That’s Cal Crutchlow,” John was saying to Millie, sitting next to her on the sofa in his jeans and tight black T-shirt that showed he’d been working out. He was pointing at the bike race on TV.
“Yamaha,” grinned Ann at the three lads, Brian on the sofa and Matt in the other armchair.
“Yeah right,” said Brian, “And that’s Valentino Rossi just behind.”
Millie knew Valentino Rossi. He was a bit of a pinup.
“I like Marquez,” she said, “he’s the baddest.” She smirked at the boys, enjoying teasing them with what she’d just this second looked up on her phone, “I reckon he’ll toast Pedrosa over the season. It’s the lean angles he gets.”
John looked over at the web page on her phone and laughed. “I never knew you were so into it Millie.”
“You’d be surprised what I’m into John.” She was getting a bit flirty these days.
John had been around the house a lot more since the episode in Shelley’s bedroom, and was talking to her and Ann quite a bit now; at home anyway. She’d seen him often at school too, keeping an eye on her from a distance. Millie had realised that as an eighteen-year-old badboy biker he couldn’t be seen talking too much to a fourteen-year-old girl - people would take the piss.
Brian and Matt had been round sometimes as well, and were finding time to talk to her and Ann, and Shelley. The trio weren’t actually as ‘bad’ as they liked to make out; they were quite eager in fact for her and Ann to take an interest in their bikes and what was going wrong with them and how they were fixing them. The boys didn’t have much money so their bikes were old and always going wrong, but they were big and loud which was the main thing apparently.
The lads were fun, always laughing and doing stuff. In fact Shelley had been a little flirty with them too, Millie thought. It was just as well Mr Whittle was away on his conference tours all the time! Shelley said he was having a great time in the States telling everyone what to think. It wasn’t the first time she’d said something like that and Millie wasn’t sure they really got on all that well, really.
The race ended and Millie got up. “Think I’ll go and practice on the lawn a bit,” she said to Ann and the room at large.
“I’ll come too,” said Ann.
They ran upstairs and changed into their lycra shorts and tops. Ann didn’t do gymnastics but she’d bought the kit for running when she saw the effect Millie’s little skin-tight kit had on the lads. Ann did some sports, though nothing as seriously as Millie did her rhythmic gym.
Sure enough after about ten minutes the boys appeared on the back lawn, drawn like moths to a flame by the girls’ athletic young bodies and their happy laughter as Millie did some flips and played with her ball, while Ann tried to copy her. Millie couldn’t resist showing off with some vertical splits and flick-flacks right across the lawn. Shelley came out to watch too.
“It’s nice you’re all doing things together,” she said to her son John.
“I bet you could do those too,” said Brian to her.
“I might manage a handstand,” Shelley smiled, “not in a long skirt though.”
“I don’t suppose you have some shorts?” asked Matt with a smile. Mrs Whittle was a mum you could actually say that to.
“I will if you will,” Shelley shot back.
The young man didn’t know what that meant. What was his mate’s mum suggesting?
Millie and Ann came over. Millie was a bit fed up with the secrecy. If she’d learned anything recently it was that secrets were generally not a good thing. She slid a hand round Ann and her other one round Shelley.
It was intimate enough for Brian and Matt to start to react, and John too as his mum’s weirdness was looking likely to be revealed to his best friends. He was saved by the doorbell, which his mum went off to answer.
Millie kissed Ann, right on the mouth, and snogged her for a few seconds. She turned to the stunned Brian and kissed him too, rubbing herself against him, then did the same to Matt. Next she went to John and gave him the same treatment, rubbing her super-fit, slender young body all over him. Then she stood back next to Ann again, surveying their tented jeans.
“I like sex,” she announced, “and lots of it. You’re all hot. I like boys and girls, and Ann and Shelley and I do it all the time. I don’t want ‘a boyfriend’, I want fun. I hope I’m not too BAD for you.” She grinned challengingly at them, her beautiful young face alight with fun. Grins gradually spread across the boys’ faces, and across Ann’s too.
John felt Millie take his hand and start pulling him towards the house, just as his mum emerged carrying a parcel. It was a small box. His mum got the top open and showed the contents to Millie: two small jars.
“What was that?” asked John as she led him upstairs. Her sensual little hand was in his jeans already, fondling his rock-hard cock and tight balls.
“Trust me,” replied Millie, feeling free and strong and the most fabulous ever, “right now you don’t want to know.”