Long Multiplication Part 3
By The Courageous Pedagogue

(C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue.

Part 1 - She's The Boss.

Thursday came, but after a long wait for Sam. Marcus had 
invited her over for dinner that night and she was 
looking forward to it. He had promised to cook her 
lasagne, one of her favourite dishes. At break time, she 
had found a note from Marcus in her locker and had 
retired to the girl's toilets to read it in private. 

In one of the cubicles, she sat on the seat and 
impatiently opened the envelope and took out the note. 
With her young heart all a flutter, she pawed at the 
paper as it unfolded. She was confident that it was a 
"love letter" from her idol. She read,

"Dear Sam,
   This is very hard for me to write given our age 
difference and my bad luck with the ladies. I want you 
to know that I am very flattered by your attention and I 
want you to know that you are a very attractive girl. 
However, I can't continue to see you. I could be 
arrested and you could be suspended. I would not be able 
to live with those consequences. I hope that you 
understand this and that we can put this whole affair 
behind us. You are a special girl and there is a 
suitable boy out there for you somewhere.

Thinking Of You,
 Marcus x."

Tears began to roll down the girl's cheeks as she reread 
the note in her shaking hands. They were tears of sorrow 
at effectively being dumped by her lover. These tears 
quickly turned to anger as she thought about what the 
pair had done and at how wonderful it had all felt to 
her. As the images and feelings surged through her body 
and mind, her tears stopped and were replaced by a 
wicked grin as a plan for revenge formulated within her 
mind.

Samantha dried her eyes and departed from the cubicle. 
She quickly found her maths tablemate Kelly Thomas and 
dragged her behind the bike sheds.

"Kelly, you've got to help me. I need you assistance, 
say you'll help me, please," Samantha pleaded to her 
perplexed friend. 

"Whoa, what's the matter Sam?" replied Kelly.

"Please help me, say you will. I am in a mess and I.." 

"Of course I will help you if I can. Just tell me what's 
wrong."

Samantha looked deeply into her friend's curious eyes 
and leaned in close to her ear. She whispered,

"Mr. Morrison fingered me." Kelly's jaw dropped and her 
left hand covered her mouth at her friend's revelation.

"What?" Kelly stammered.

"I let him touch me and finger me, oh it felt wonderful, 
but now he has told me that he doesn't want me and oh, I 
feel awful," Samantha explained. Kelly, although shocked 
by this information, was actually feeling kind of 
jealous at her friend's sexual activity. 

"Wow, did he rape you?" Kelly asked.

"No, I never got to see his cock. That is the sad part. 
I felt it, and it felt big an' hard," Sam explained 
grinning at her friend. 

"Hmmm, so why do you need my help?" 

"Well, I want to teach him a lesson. I fancy him so 
much, but I feel pissed off that he has dumped me. And I 
never got to see his cock!!" 

The girls talked more openly than ever before as the 
full details of Samantha's liaisons were revealed to 
Kelly. Together, the girls formulated a plan to teach 
Marcus a lesson. They agreed to leave it until Friday 
night and figured from the chats that Marcus and Sam had 
had, that he would not be taking a girlfriend out. He 
would most likely be in and they would pay him a visit. 

As the end of break arrived, the girls decided that they 
would make notes on what they might be able to do and 
what they would require. The bell rang for the start of 
the next lesson and they agreed to meet up at lunchtime 
to finish their plan.

--
After school on Friday, the girls each told their 
mother's that they were going round their friends house 
and that they might be back late, no later than 10pm - 
it was a Friday after all. Kelly and Samantha lived 
close to each other so the mother's knew that they would 
be ok at the other's house. 

Kelly and Samantha met up at 6.30pm at the end of the 
street in which Marcus lived. Sam was wearing a maroon 
crop top and a pair of pale blue jeans. She also wore 
her green and blue ski jacket. Kelly on the other hand 
wore a white T-shirt with large pink letters that read, 
"Girls 1 Boys 0" on it and a pair of jeans. On top, she 
wore a black donkey jacket. She also carried a Safeway 
plastic carrier bag. She always used one of those 
instead of a handbag.

"Hiya Sam, you still game?" Kelly asked of her nervous 
looking friend.

"You bet, he is going to be one sorry boy when we've 
finished eh?" Sam giggled with renewed confidence now 
that she had her best friend with her.

"Yeah, this is gonna be soooo cool!" Kelly agreed. "If 
we can carry this off, just think of who else we can do 
it to."

"Mmmm, we could put some of those boys in their place, 
there's a few that need to learn respect for girls," 
Samantha continued. Kelly nodded in agreement at her 
friend. Apart from her boyfriend, who she adored 
immensely, she felt that boys were just stupid and 
snotty bastards that were asking for trouble.

The girls walked along the well-kept road and were soon 
faced with house number 14, the dwelling of Marcus 
Morrison. Silently, they walked around the back and 
knocked on the off street door - where Marcus had asked 
Sam to knock. For a long few seconds there was no 
response and the girls were going to admit defeat this 
time.

The girls were about to knock on the door a second time, 
when a shadow appeared in the dim light emanating from 
the patterned window of the door. The door unlocked, and 
as the handle for the door announced that it would soon 
be open, the butterflies in the girl's stomachs began as 
they nervously watched the door. The door opened and 
Marcus stood there and looked shyly at the girls. He was 
wearing red and blue check shirt and some creamy light 
brown chinos. He had a mug of tea in his hand as he 
spoke softly,

"H, hello. What are you doing here?" Kelly then cleared 
her throat and began,

"We are here because you have abused my friend Sam. You 
have touched her sexually, pretended to be her boyfriend 
and have now tossed her aside like an unwanted toy." 
Kelly was quite a professional little actress, having a 
great interest in films. Her well-polished lines put 
Marcus on the spot.

"Noooo, that's, that's not the case. Keep it down. No, 
in fact come in. Please don't make a scene." Marcus was 
very nervous. If any of his neighbours could hear this 
girl speaking it would be the end for sure. 

The girls entered the house via the kitchen and as Kelly 
passed Mr. Morrison she whispered,

"You touch us and we'll yell rat." The girls sat down in 
the lounge on a long sofa. They looked around and 
everything seemed very normal. The walls were a light 
sandy colour, with dark blue curtains. The carpet was an 
ashen beige colour and the sofa that they were sat on 
was part of a dark blue three-piece suite. 

In far corner next to a door to the rest of the house 
was a large wide-screen television and entertainment 
centre. It was located on a pine display case. There 
were some interesting paintings on the walls. The girls 
noticed that they were all depictions of rainy days in 
town centres or rolling landscapes - sombre moods. 

Marcus stood in the doorway and watched girls as they 
eyed up his tastes and possessions. They sat very close 
together on the sofa.

"Errrm, can I get you a drink?" he asked weakly. The 
girls looked at him. Samantha was about to ask for a mug 
of tea, but Kelly got in first,

"No fucking chance. You might drug us, you dirty 
bastard." Marcus was taken aback by this outburst. HE 
wouldn't dare hurt anybody. 

"I am not like that. Tell her Sam. This is all a 
mistake, a misunderstanding. I am sorry."

"Oh, you're sorry," taunted Kelly. "Well sorry isn't 
going to repair Sam's heart is it? Sorry isn't going to 
help Sam not to feel interfered with, violated and 
unwanted is it?" These were more lines that Kelly had 
prepared as part of the set up to what was to follow. 
She was feeling good inside, making this man squirm.

"Violated? Sam, tell her it wasn't like that. You asked 
me to touch you. You wanted it," Marcus was beginning to 
panic a little bit wondering where this was going to go.

"Sam wanted it did she? Sam asked you to touch her? Tell 
me Mr. Morrison, if a girl asked you to show her your 
penis what would you do?" Kelly put Marcus on the spot.

"Errrm, I would...errrm, I don't know," he replied 
hanging his head in shame. Kelly answered for him,

"Well, you would put her in detention wouldn't you?" 

"Yes. I would have to."

"Make a habit of touching girls privates do you?" Kelly 
asked, grilling her teacher with evil eyes.

"No, please you've got to believe me. I wouldn't do 
anything to harm anybody. I am not a pervert," Marcus 
was wavering. He was convinced that he was in hot water 
and that this liaison with Sam was going to cost him 
dear.

"Okay, okay, you two stop this," Samantha began. Both 
Kelly and Marcus looked at the girl as awaiting some 
amazing statement. "The facts are that you have kissed 
me, you have seen and touched my breasts and you have 
seen and touched my, my pussy. I'm thirteen, you're 
twenty-seven and that is against the law. You have sent 
me notes of a suggestive nature that I still have and 
you have possession of a pair of my panties I believe." 

Marcus wilted on the spot, he knew that he had done all 
of what Samantha had outlined and felt ashamed knowing 
that another girl had been told about this. Even if she 
had initiated it, it was not a good set of circumstances 
in the eyes of the police. And it was true, he did still 
have her panties, tucked away and unwashed in his top 
bedside drawer - he didn't want to surrender those!

"What are you going to do?" Marcus nervously asked, head 
bowed down, unable to look either girl in the eye. 

"Give us one good reason not to go to the Police," Kelly 
began, the hard sell getting nearer and nearer. The 
girls had banked on Marcus panicking into doing 
absolutely anything to avoid trouble. They had banked on 
cashing in on the emotional weaknesses that this man 
had. Marcus gulped.

"Oh please, please don't go to the Police. As far as I 
was aware, it was consensual. I wouldn't force anybody 
to do anything that they didn't want to. My friends will 
tell you that," he said. 

"But you touched my pussy, you put a finger inside me, 
and now I feel dirty and ashamed. You dumped me when it 
was just getting good. I want to see justice. Give us 
one good reason why we shouldn't go to the Police," 
Samantha was gaining in confidence and reminded Marcus.

"Please, I'll do anything to make it right with you. I 
don't want to lose my job. I don't want to go to jail. 
Please tell me what you want," Marcus begged of the 
girls. The pleading look on his face filled the girls 
with feelings of supremacy. They had the moral high 
ground and this man had just agreed to do anything not 
to go to jail. Inside, they both smiled in triumph.

The girl's plan was coming into fruition. They were now 
brimming with confidence. They knew that they only had 
to mention 'Police' and they could get what they wanted. 
They would soon be revelling in the power that they had. 
Marcus knew that the Police would always believe a 
thirteen-year-old girl over a man. 

"Okay, stand in the centre of the room Marcus," Kelly 
ordered as she removed her coat. Marcus did as commanded 
and observed the statement on the Kelly's T-shirt as she 
took off her coat and knew instantly that she was a 
believer in 'girlpower.' Sam also removed her coat and 
settled back onto the sofa. Marcus noticed the exposed 
belly button displayed by Sam as she removed her coat. 
She looked beautiful sat there on the sofa in her crop 
top.

"When Sam was being MOLESTED by your hands Marcus, you 
got to see all of her body. Her cute little tits, AND 
her private parts. So, to even things up a little bit, 
we want to see all of you," Kelly stated, smiling smugly 
at her teacher. He looked at Samantha in disbelief as if 
for assistance, but Samantha just nodded and blinked her 
big brown eyes at him.

"But, I can't. Not with you here. Not two girls," Marcus 
protested.

"What's the matter? You chicken? Perhaps that's why you 
never showed Sam your dick - you were prepared to see 
and touch her, but you are afraid to show your cock off 
to a girl," Kelly teased.

"No, I am not chicken. It's just that there are two of 
you."

"Well you have no choice Marcus. It is all of you or we 
go to the Police," Kelly said. That was the hard sell. 
The girls both knew that they had won. They were about 
to take the trophy. "Come on, get that shirt off. Show 
us what you've got."

Looking embarrassed, Marcus slowly unfastened the 
buttons on his shirt and revealed his hard, smooth and 
flat chest to the girls waiting eyes. As he slipped his 
shirt completely off, both girls took a sharp intake of 
breath. He was a sexy man. Their eyes wandered all over 
his front and savoured the sight of his manly nipples. 
He folded his shirt and placed it over the back of one 
of the chairs.

"Mmmmmmm, good boy Marcus," Kelly said, smiling at her 
victim. "What shall we do next Sam? After all, this is 
for you." Sam reluctantly left the sight of this man's 
naked chest and looked at her friend. Nervous 
inexperience overtook her and she shrugged her 
shoulders. Kelly therefore continued, "Okay, now remove 
your trousers please."

Obediently, Marcus unbuckled the leather belt holding 
his trousers up and unfastened the button. Adding to the 
tension, Marcus pulled the zipper on his trousers down 
in a painfully slow manner as if awaiting respite. 

Samantha bit her lower lip and pressed her legs together 
as Marcus slowly began to draw down his trousers. She 
was feeling the familiar tingles in her pussy at the 
sight of this strip show. As the trousers cleared his 
body and snaked down his legs, the girls could see that 
he was wearing light blue boxer shorts and that there 
was a growing bulge within them. Kelly sniggered and 
nudged her friend to look. She needed no help!

"Oooohh, we can see that you are enjoying this Marcus. I 
can't wait to see your cock," Kelly stated smiling. 
Marcus could only stomach her gaze for a few seconds and 
had to look away, blushing. Kelly nudged Samantha back 
into action - she was preoccupied in trying to squeeze 
her legs together and surveying the male body before 
her. Samantha got to her feet and stood before Marcus. 

"Close your eyes Marcus, there's a good boy," Samantha 
began, taking over the 'reigns' from her friend. Marcus 
obeyed and shut his eyes. "Put your hands on your head." 
Again, Marcus moved his hands to rest on the top of his 
head. "Keep them eyes closed, okay?"

"Yes, I will keep them closed," Marcus meekly responded.

"Good boy." Samantha reached out a hand and began to run 
her fingertips over the man's chest. Although she was 
feeling aroused at being able to do this to a man, 
Marcus was feeling aroused to - the bulge in his boxer 
shorts betraying him. He let out a ticklish moan as her 
fingertips danced all over his chest and belly, 
specialising on his belly button.

As Samantha continued to rub her hands all over Mr. 
Morrison's body, Kelly reached into her carrier bag and 
pulled out her brother's digital camera - she wanted 
some souvenirs of this victory for 'girlpower.' She had 
been careful to alter the settings on the camera 
beforehand to ensure that it would remain silent. Kelly 
switched the camera on and snapped a quick shot of 
Samantha rubbing her teacher's naked chest and belly. 
Kelly herself was now aroused.

"Tell me sir," Samantha began. "Which do you think is 
the superior sex, girls or boys?" Marcus flared his 
nostrils and responded,

"When I was a boy I was convinced that it was better to 
be a boy and that we were better than girls."

"And what about now?" Kelly interrupted. Turning his 
head in Kelly's direction, he responded,

"Now I am sure that males and females both have 
advantages over the other, so I don't believe either sex 
is better. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Samantha said. "Just curious. We think that 
girls are better than boys. My mum told me that Weltby 
School promotes female development and achievement and 
we are doing better than the boys. She told me that the 
school badge also promotes feminism. Is that so?" 
Samantha continued.

"I don't know about that," Marcus responded, not overly 
bothered at this point. The girls just giggled. Samantha 
began to kiss her teacher's nipples and down his belly 
to the top of his boxer shorts and around his belly 
button. Marcus flinched at this as her kisses tickled. 
Marcus was however, loving this attention. It had been a 
long time since he had been caressed in this way.

Samantha then traced her hand over the front of her 
teacher's boxer shorts, rubbing at his penis and groping 
his balls with her young hand. Marcus was moaning with 
this pleasure that the girl was inflicting on him. He 
was relaxing, thinking that this ordeal would not be as 
bad as first thought.

Having lulled Marcus into a false sense of security - he 
felt that the girls would go no further - Samantha used 
both hands to run along the top of his boxer shorts. Her 
young fingers threatened to dip into the elastic 
waistband at any moment. She repeated this movement once 
she had hooked her two index fingers under the 
waistband, this made his belly contort with the 
pleasurable sensations that it generated.

Samantha slowly worked more of her fingers underneath 
the waistband and took a sharp intake of breath. Kelly 
had joined Sam at her side, ready for the impending 
show. In one slow, but deliberate movement, Samantha 
pulled on the waistband and dragged the boxer shorts 
down from his waist and to his ankles. 

Both girls stood back with open jaws as at the sight of 
this naked man, his cock and balls hanging firm below 
his waist. The girls looked at each other and mouthed a 
"wow" at each other. 

"Step out of your shorts Marcus, but keep those hands on 
your head and your eyes closed," Samantha ordered. 
Marcus stepped out of his boxer shorts as ordered and 
stood motionless awaiting the next order from the girls. 

Kelly took a picture of Samantha standing next to the 
naked teacher and they swapped places to take another 
picture, this time with Kelly in the shot. Kelly then 
regained the camera and got a close up of the genitals 
of the man before her. She couldn't wait to show the 
other girls at school that picture!
 
Kelly returned to her carrier bag and withdrew a table 
tennis paddle and handed it to Samantha. With glee, Sam 
took control of the paddle and moved behind Marcus, 
admiring his firm buttocks with her free hand.

"Now Marcus, you have been a naughty boy, touching 
little girls and telling them that you don't want to see 
them anymore. What do you have to say?" Samantha 
admonished.

"I'm sorry for that," Marcus replied. Kelly looked on 
and giggled at the scene being played out before her. 
She surreptitiously moved her hand to her crotch to 
experience even more pleasure. She unfastened the button 
of her jeans and silently lowered the zip. She was then 
free to put her hands in her panties and stroke her 
little clitoris with a live naked man before her. What 
appealed to her most was that he was naked and she was 
fully clothed. This gave her fresh fantasies to feed 
from.

"Okay, as a punishment, I am going to have to spank 
you," Samantha continued. She observed the buttocks in 
front of her clench in anticipation of pain. "Please 
bend over and touch your toes." Dejected, Marcus 
complied and bent over. He had to lower his hands to his 
sides in order to do this and Samantha made no 
objections.

Samantha smiled in triumph as she observed Marcus bend 
over, exposing his bottom cheeks to her gaze. 
Concentrating her vision between his legs, she could see 
his scrotum and cock hanging down. She had never seen a 
male from this position before and she liked it. It gave 
her a sense of power over him. 

Lining the ping-pong paddle up with his left buttock, 
Kelly took a picture of the impending spanking. Now that 
would be one nil to the girls at school, a girl spanking 
her teacher! Swiftly, Samantha brought the paddle into 
contact with the waiting buttock,

Thwack! His buttocks clenched as the paddle made contact 
and made Marcus swing forward almost losing balance. 

Thwack! The second strike landed on the opposite buttock 
and was just as scathing. 

Thwack! The third strike found it's original target and 
so the strikes alternated between buttocks. Kelly 
returned to her unseen masturbation as her friend 
continued to punish her teacher. After about twenty 
spanks, Samantha ordered Marcus to stand upright, but to 
keep his eyes closed. He complied immediately. The girl 
reviewed the evidence of her spanking, two firmly 
spanked buttocks, the colour of her crop top! She ran 
her fingers over the punished mounds gave a playful 
smack with the palm of her hand. 

Samantha picked up the stray boxer shorts and put them 
in the carrier bag to take away as a souvenir. Once in 
the bag, Sam returned to the front of her male victim 
and cupped his now wilted penis. It was not long before 
he regained firmness. 

"Do you like this Marcus? Do you like the way it feels 
to be groped by a girl?" Samantha teased.

"Yes, very much. You are very gentle," Marcus replied. 
With those words, Samantha increased her grip on his 
hardening member, "Owwwwww! That hurts."

"That is girl power Marcus. Who are better, girls or 
boys?" Samantha cajoled.

"Neither, there is no superior sex," Marcus stated. 
Samantha moved her attention to his testicles and 
applied a firm grip and squeezed tightly on the helpless 
bon bons. "Owwwwww! Stop it, you are hurting me," Marcus 
begged.

"Well tell me who are better then, boys or girls?" 

"Okay, okay, girls are better. Girls are better than 
boys," Marcus said quietly, secretly turned on by this 
forced admission. Kelly almost came when she heard the 
man say those sacred words. 

"Good boy, now you have learned something today. Should 
I reward him Kelly?" Samantha looked over at her friend, 
who nodded and said,
 
"Yes, he has been a good boy." Marcus was once again 
aware of the humiliation he was being subjected to, not 
only by the girl he liked so much, but also in front of 
one of her friends - another young girl. This 
humiliation was turning him on as was evidenced by his 
rigid cock.

"Okay, I want you to lie down on the floor - but keep 
those eyes closed. If you peak, I will have to spank you 
again. Marcus lay down on the floor and awaited further 
instructions. Samantha took off her jeans and crop top, 
leaving her in just a pink 32a bra and matching 
knickers. Samantha stood with her feet either side of 
her teacher's shoulders. "You may open your eyes now 
Marcus." With a flicker to readjust to the light, Marcus 
opened his eyes and saw the half naked tormentor 
standing above him. He looked over her body with 
frightening desire and saw the damp patch in the crotch 
of her panties lurking menacingly close to his face. 

Samantha sat down on his chest and grabbed hold of his 
wrists before manoeuvring them so that her knees held 
his arms in place at his side. She moved one of her 
hands into the front of her knickers and teased her 
clitoris for a few seconds before running a finger along 
her damp little slit. Withdrawing her hand from her 
knickers, she ran her finger beneath Marcus's nose. He 
caught the familiar scent of an aroused young girl, 
which maintained his erection. The girl made him lick 
the arousal off her finger. 

As Samantha reached back to grip his cock, Kelly was in 
the throws of pleasure as her prolonged masturbation 
brought her an expert orgasm. Samantha gripped the shaft 
firmly and rubbed up and down its length. She looked 
briefly at his face and said,

"Just relax baby, you are going to enjoy this. Why don't 
you close your eyes and just let it happen?" 
Submissively, Marcus closed his eyes and thought happy 
thoughts as the masturbation and climax to the plan 
unfolded. 

Samantha and Kelly had visited a teenage website with 
sex and masturbation tips the previous night to gain 
some enhanced knowledge on what to do with an erect 
penis. Samantha was now putting those words into 
practice. However, it wasn't long before Samantha got 
uncomfortable in that position and she knew that she 
wouldn't have to restrain Marcus during this abuse. Sam 
turned around and faced now towards his cock - she 
wanted to see him come anyway. 

Kelly, having refastened the button on her jeans, 
proceeded to take pictures unbeknown to Marcus. These 
pictures would later depict the utmost of pleasure on 
his face and the tell tale signs of arousal and pleasure 
at his cock. 

The tip of Marcus's penis was coated in precome and 
allowed the dominant girl freely masturbate it, pulling 
the foreskin back and forth as she went. Kelly, bored 
with photographs by now, was eager to join in the final 
act of revenge on this man. She knelt down facing 
Samantha, between his legs and groped his testicles 
gently. 

"Mmmm, mmmmmmmmm, hmmmm," Marcus moaned as his feelings 
grew inside his cock. The girls knew that it wouldn't be 
too long before he gave up his juice for them. Kelly 
ceased the groping of her teacher's testicles and moved 
round to talk to him. 

"Mmmm," Kelly mocked her victim's moans as he writhed 
underneath her friend's bottom. "Does it feel good to be 
felt and wanked by a girl? Are we making you feel good 
to be male?" 

"Mmmm, yes, it feels wonderful," Marcus replied, 
thoroughly genuine. If this was female domination, he 
loved it. "You are beautiful girls, how can a man say 
no?" Kelly giggled at this statement. Although she had a 
boyfriend, she fancied the pants off this man and was as 
turned on as he was. She still felt a dominance over him 
though as both girls were clothed and he was nude and 
exposed. That was a delicious feeling, along with being 
able to witness his milking. 

Kelly added to his pleasure as she held her hand up to 
his nose. Marcus could smell another young vagina on her 
hand. He then became aware that she had been 
masturbating whilst he had his eyes closed. He looked 
lustfully into her eyes.

"You want to come don't you Marcus?" Kelly asked 
rhetorically as she allowed him to continue to sniff her 
fingers. "Lil boy wants to come." Samantha and Kelly 
giggled as the teasing continued. 

The girls noticed that his breathing became more rapid 
and his moans more frequent and gathered that he was 
about to come. Kelly began the final tease,

"Tell me Marcus, what have you learned today?"

"Mmmm, what do you mean?" He responded. 

"What have you learned about the sexes?" she reminded 
him.

"Mmmm, hmmm, I learned that girls are better than boys. 
I learned that the female is the superior sex," he 
moaned boyishly as his muscles tensed and an orgasm 
began to stir in his cock. 

"Quick Kelly, his willy is about to explode," Sam 
announced. Kelly had a final look at her teacher's face 
and observed complete defeat on his face. 

She then turned to face his cock and observed with 
girlish curiosity as a wad of wet and hot semen shot 
powerfully from his cock, almost reaching Samantha's 
knickers. With shock, she jumped off for fear of getting 
pregnant. 

The girls giggled at each other as the orgasm subsided 
and the final trickles oozed from the tip of his glans. 
They watched mesmerised as the erection subsided and 
returned the cock to its normal size. 

"Have you ever tasted a boy's come before Sam?" Kelly 
asked of her friend, scooping a little of the juice up 
onto her fingers. 

"No," Samantha admitted, "have you?" Kelly shook her 
head and offered her fingers to her friend to try the 
taste. Sam accepted and the salty taste met her tongue 
for the first time. She didn't find it unpleasant and 
smiled at Marcus. Kelly then scooped another fingertip's 
worth onto her finger and tried it herself. She then 
smiled at Marcus. 

Kelly went to retrieve two more items from her carrier 
bag as Samantha looked into her idol's eyes. 

"That was cool, getting to see your willy, spanking you 
and then wanking you off Marcus. And you admitted that 
us girls are better. You have been a good boy," Samantha 
praised. Marcus smiled back.

"But not good enough," Kelly chirped, holding aloft two 
pairs of girls knickers - one her own, the other 
belonging to Sam. Marcus looked up as Kelly showed them 
to him and saw that they were used panties. She held 
them one by one to his nose teasingly. Samantha regained 
her position on his chest and again used her knees to 
hold his arms down and to (hopefully) restrain him.

Kelly began to rub the crotch of the panties into the 
fluid strewn across his belly. Marcus was slow to catch 
on and so did not make any fuss. 

"What are you girls doing now?" he asked quietly. 

"This is more evidence," Kelly said smugly. "We have 
taken a number of pictures of you this evening and now 
we have a sample of your sperm on our panties. If you 
don't do as we say, we'll hand these panties in at the 
Police station and say that you forced us to have sex 
with you." Marcus looked up at Samantha who was smiling 
at him with that impish grin of hers. 

"W, why would you want to do that? We are even now 
aren't we? Do you girls hate me or something?" Marcus 
protested, weakly trying to shrug Samantha off his 
chest.

"No, we don't hate you, we both fancy the pants off you. 
And, we are not even. The girls have proven to be 
superior. Will you do as we say?" Samantha inquired 
victoriously.

"I guess I will have to. What do I have to do?"

"I want to continue seeing you and having fun with your 
willy and stuff. You could say that I want you to be 
my... my slave," Samantha continued and both girls 
giggled at him. 

--
Marcus had to agree and continued to see the girls on 
their terms until they felt it was time to let him find 
a proper girlfriend closer to his own age. 

Marcus will return in further chapters if I feel the 
need to write them. 


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