Miller's Revenge (continued) by slither

[PhilMarlowe]

Miller's Revenge (continued) by slither

"Take your hands off me"......."It was you who wanted to play with us boys"
Her friends were knelt down beside us, giggling as he massarged her breasts, against her will.
"Co, what lovely big Tit's she's got"...Miller remarked.
She was laying back, now, pinned down, and at our mercy. She was on her own, but still struggling, ies valiant to the last.
"Go on boys, she's all ours......cop a feel of her"...soon our many greedy hands were all over her. touching her in places, where we shouldn't have been touching her. Miller knew more about Girls then the rest of us, and we had no problem with him taking the lead. My eyes were on the door, watching out for spys, or teachers walking around. Millers hands were boldly going more and more intrusively in and out of her garment, still with her breasts on display, with her bra and blouse pulled up over her head.
We all took it in turns to cak-handedly play with her tits, just like Miller had showed us.Hers were the first pair of breasts, i had ever touched. I had seen lots, mostly in mucky mags, but never touched any. I was feeling a bit greedy, and had more then my share. We were like a pride of Lions, feeding on a kill on the Savanah.
As we helped ourselves to her lovely delights, Miller, was unbuttoning her long skirt, and very slowly revealing her thighs, and dark Blue knickers
Another boy, reached up, and dragged those panties, her skirt down, at the same time thus revealing a large wad of ginger pubes.
She had so much, that they had grown up, and was encircling her belly button. She was a very hairy Girl, especially for her age.
With her panties gone, i couldn't believe what Miller did next, which was something we swore we'd never do....Miller suddenly delved his fingers in between her legs, and began to slowly mastabate her. It is obvious to me now, that he had done this to Girl's before. Suddenly he stopped, and pulled his fingers away, the sniffed them, and grinned...."Cor lads...smell that!"...we all took a sniff. I had never smelt anything like that before then, of course i have since, many times.
She might have been reluctant, but she was as wet as hell. At the time, i didn't understand, what Miller had just made her do with his fingers, but now i know, that he had made her cum, against her will, i had never seen that before. Never even heard of such things before. To me, it was just the stripping, and the nudity, that floated my boat. I wasn't ready for that level yet...."You.....bastards"...she kept calling out in breathless tones...as if she was moaning about something, a bit like....."Oh..oh, oh no..ooh" and.."Oh...god no!!"....I didn't understand the funny noises, she was making. She had her eyes closed, as if not taking any notice of us, and in a world of her own. No longer putting up a struggle, as if consigned to her fare, at least for the mean time.
Apart from her white plimpsoles, she was completely naked. Hands were all over her, in and out of various parts, joining Millers fingers, as he fingered her sopping wet pussy mercylessly. I felt like a loose end, with nothing to do, and then i saw a job that i could do, and one i would enjoy very much.
To me, she wasn't completely naked, so i knelt down beside her feet. I began to get really aroused as i very slowly untie the laces of her White footwear. and one by one i then removed them, and before i knew it, i had her soft succulent, edible naked feet in my hands.
I was in my own private heaven, massarging her feet. No one else seemed interested in her feet, but i was. I was slowly making love to each bare foot, going from one to the other. with my hands, molding them!, caressing them. Even through all the other chaos, i was lost in my own moment of bliss, as if no one else in the world existed. It was as if, i was in a different world, perhaps Heaven, if there was such a place, but at that point, i ignored all the shouts, and the excited laughter and everything else, but those lovely soft feet..... for those few minutes Nothing else mattered.
Suddenly, she made a loud cry, then her body seemed to go into convulsions. She seemed to shake. Miller laughed in victory, as she cried out in exstacy...."Oh you bastards!"...."Oooh...God "....all our combined touching, and me playing with her bare feet, had somehow, given her a massive orgasm. At the same time, i think i almost came, as all of that prolonged touching of her feet was driving me insane. I just didn't want to let them go.
But, as they say, all good things must end. Even when everyone else stood up,it took me a bit longer.
Something very stiff below was preventing me. Couldn't let anyone see that.
Eventually, and reluctantly, i had to let her feet go. She was in between sobbing, and breathing heavy, still lying naked in front of us stood in a circle all of us, with our eye's popping out of our heads, just gawping down at her. Miller laughed, and absorbed his victory, smelling his figers, and rubbing her own cum against her own naked torso....."I think she's in need of a wash boys", shouted Miller. Then most of us took a limb, or grabbed something of her naked body, and lifted her up off the floor, and between us, (with her friends help, whom couldn't stop laughing) we carried her aloft, and into the boys changing room end, and took her into the shower, and turned on the water, holding her there. We didn't take our clothes off, it was just her and we covered her in a miriad of many soap concoctions, lathering her up everywhere. It was great watching the water cascade off her breasts, which were right in front of our faces, not a tongues lick away. Miller once again took special care of her inner ruder regions, and i am sure he made her cum again. Miller was right, she was a real Ginger, through an through. Almost a Woman perhaps. She had it all, and lots of it.
"Bastards!!".....she shouted, as we let her go, suddenly she was crying, real tears, looking at her friends, her face as Red as a Red Rose Her friends were laughing at her, and couldn't believe what they had just seen. Still wet and very naked she ran from our end, across the gym, with her friends laughing in close pursuit.
Millers revenge was sweet, he had gotten her good, and She didn't like it, that now the boot was on the other foot.
She ran back towards the sanctury of her changing room end, looking at her turn coat friends. "Some help you cowardly bitches were!". she blasted at them. The insides of her thighs, and parts of her pubic hairs, seemed to be glistening with some form of greyish liquid. It would be a while, before i realised what that was.
I can still recall her young firm breasts juggeling unaided, as she ran away from us, with her pert Redish bum wobbling behind her, in her wake.
as she disapeared inside, and slammed the doors shut, behing her.
We could hear her howling uncontrolably within, with her so called friends, trying to console the now, humliated leader.

Epitaph
Now i know that some of you ladies will club together, and say what a rotten thing to do, but a lot of you might agree with Miller, and say it served her right, an eye for an eye, and all that!.She did start it. We were just Boy's being Boy's, just like those Girl's were being Girl's, surely it must work both ways!....Oh, but it dosen't, does it?.
We didn't hear the end of that for ages, and as far as the epsaloms of power were concerned, made the case that it was our fault only, and not the Girls, whom were the main instigators. They went and told their parents, whom in turn told the various teacher faculty, and once they got to hear about it, a few of us did some lunch hour litter picking, and the odd few Hundred lines....each!!
More adult supervision was asigned to lunch breaks, thus un-supervised Crab Football or sport taking place in the Gymnasium at lunch times from then on, was defantely out. At the time i thought it was all very unfair, as not One of those Girls got any kind of punishment at all, even though it was One of them that started it in the first place......How can that be fair?.....But then again, what is fair, even in this day an age?.
The End
Thanks Kindly.