Chapter Twelve

"Teacher Trouble, by Ballbustingworld," it was called.

I loved that film. There was this brilliant little girl in it with an English accent that I couldn't place, but who turned me on. The story was about a teacher who had called her into his room to give her a bollocking for wearing short skirts and not sticking to the regulation school uniform. She accuses him of looking up her skirt and he offers a deal. She gets him to take all his clothes off in the hope of sex with a schoolie and she beats the hell out of his bollocks! She kicks them, knees them, squeezes them and tortures them until he gives in.

Great to watch, but to be on the receiving end? His balls finished up like footballs and the pain was obviously very genuine.

And my daughter and her friends had watched my copy and had thought that it was another of my perversions! Oh help!

The top of a leather clad foot slamming into your balls is bad enough. To have your balls fully exposed because your own daughter had planned so well that she had placed a cushion to thrust them clear of the board I was tied to, was worse! To have your prick buried to the hilt in a naked eight year old who was tied to you was.....

I did scream. Kim was obviously ready for it. (I could have phrased that better, I know.)

My whole body jerked up with the force of that kick. I was already buried to the balls in that tight (oh so tight) little pussy and it felt like they were on their way in too. (Surely an eight year old pussy isn't that deep, is it?). The pain was excruciating. It seemed to run up into my body and squeeze my heart. (Those of you who have been kicked in the balls will know just what I mean.)

Then another. The three little vixens were taking it in turns to kick my bollocks. And they weren't doing it gently. And I wasn't screaming quietly.

And the pain went through phases. At first it hurt like hell. All over my body. Then it fucking hurt! Then the only part of my body that seemed to have any feeling at all was between my legs. And that hurt like hell. And then I had no strength anywhere and my body seemed to slump in its ropes and straps, with the unfortunate effect of my abdomen thrusting even further forward than it had before.

And they didn't seem to care. When I finally managed to open my eyes again, the first thing I saw was Kim's lovely, giggling face. Then I just caught a glimpse of Karen running up towards the wallbars and "wham!" I was either going to pass out with the pain or.....or what?

Life has always been a quest for new experiences, new sensations. I had not expected to receive quite so many at one time at the hands of three teenagers and an eight year old (Yes I know!)

The swelling in my balls seemed somehow to be increasing the swelling in my prick. I can't say "enjoy" is the right word, but I had oddly mixed feelings when the kicking stopped. But boy, did everything down there ache.

"Don't forget today is about tease and denial."

How could I be so in love with these beautiful little girls when they were causing me so much trouble?

And pleasure!

And a soft knee found its way up to my balls. Julie was holding the bars and squashing Kim even closer to my body. And crushing! Crushing us and my balls. Gradually increasing the pressure. And then grinding.

I must admit that there had been a couple of times when, a search for a new way to jerk off had led me to give myself an orgasm without touching my prick. I had discovered that bashing my balls with a steak hammer and squeezing them quite hard after tying cords around them worked. But it was an odd feeling and, as I was doing it myself, I had not been that hard - more sort of insistent. And I had had to rub myself in the end, just to make it feel good. I wish it hadn't worked because it was that memory that intruded now.

I was deep in a .....yes well you know where I was.

There was no protection. I couldn't cum now. I just couldn't! But the only possible control was mental and these intrusive thoughts were not exactly helping me to concentrate on not having an orgasm.

How did she do that? If there was sperm in my balls it was nearly boiling. If there were nerves left in my groin they were screaming at me. That knee was simply wanking my balls (if you follow what I mean.) I tried to think of something horrible. That's what they say, isn't it? If your trying not to laugh or trying not to cum, think of something horrible.

Guns and bullets? No not bullets. There were two little bullets being crushed into my chest.

How about when I fell off the harbour steps and busted my knee? Maybe not. However hard I tried, the only knee I pictured was that lovely smooth female teenage knee that was....

I had no control over my body - the girls had made sure of that. And now I had to admit, I had no control over my mind either. The deciding factor was when that knee was withdrawn and replaced by a return to the sensations this session had started with. I couldn't see who, but by now I didn't care. All I knew was that my balls were being licked and sucked and chewed. Judging from the little sounds coming from Kim, she was being toyed with too. And a greased little finger, easing its way into my bottom to fuck me up there too, didn't help one little bit.

I closed my eyes, but all I could see was what it would look like to someone watching. When I opened them again quickly to shut out that mental picture, it was immediately replaced by big green eyes in front of my face, a cheeky grin and a mass of red hair.

I can't. But can't stop myself. But it's unthinkable. But I can't stop thinking about it. But it hurts. But it is the most intense pleasure ever. But .....

The finger started it off. I struggled to relax. I refused to let the muscles start to tense. A firm chew on my left testicle put paid to that! And Kim started licking my lips all around the ball gag with the tip of that sweet, wet little tongue. And the feeling began to grow. And so did I. I grew closer to the inevitable.

And the pain in my balls turned to the most beautiful ache. And the tingle in my groin made the tightness around my prick even tighter. And I thought about when I had beaten myself to an orgasm. And I thought about fucking an eight year old. And I thought about not cumming. But I couldn't. Honestly. I couldn't.

It was like an approaching train. It built up and built up, and the finger in my bum and the mouth on my balls and the tongue on my lips meant......

Aaagh. I was doing the thrusting upwards without the need for a boot in the balls. I shot sperm six times. I know, because I did count this time. I think that, in the open, I could have shot over my head. It just seemed to keep on cummng and I know I've already said that every orgasm I have had at the hands (and feet) of these beautiful little minxes has been the best ever. But they were! And now I had had another one.

They untied Kim and she stood back and giggled. Then I watched as her sister lay on the floor between her legs, lifted her head up and sucked all my sperm out.

I would be a bit more descriptive, but there is a limit to how much you can say after two huge shocks so close together.

And then, Sally stood up and Karen came over and kissed her. And my sperm seemed to be going on a journey.

Then Karen kissed Julie and Julie drooled every last drop into a glass jar. "For later!"

Help.

I ache all over and no-one has untied me.

Nor did they intend to. They had seen the end of the film.

I did thrash about a lot. If my cock and balls had been sensitive before, they were screaming at me now.

All four of them took it in turns to jerk me off. I love watching dominant women take control but....

To be fair, they did use lots of lotion and they weren't as rough as they might have been but.....

Julie was kind enough to tell me that they knew I could cum more than once. They had proved it yesterday and they were going to keep jerking me off until I had given them some more. The glass jar was on the floor in front of me.

You know how incredibly sensitive the tip gets after you have cum. They didn't seem to.

To start with it just hurt. I tried to say "No, stop." But the gag made it sound like "more" apparently.

And then it was Kim's turn. Wanked by an eight year old.....

Ok. I am ashamed of myself. But the fact remains, it was that that made the difference.

It was sore, but it somehow stopped being an unpleasant soreness.

She was gentle and those eyes..........

I thrashed about a bit, I will admit. But then that old familiar feeling began to grow. Was this one going to hurt? My balls still ached and my prick felt as if it was in a vice rather than a gentle eight...(sorry) gentle little girl's fingers. But .....

There wasn't as much. Lets face it, my poor little aching machinery had only had about twenty minutes to start producing more sperm. But it did shoot into the jar Julie was holding with a not discreditable spurt or two.

They untied me.

I usually sleep quite soon after an orgasm. I sleep quite deeply after two!

The last voice I heard before drifting off was Kim's.

"I shall be nine tomorrow!"

Oh. That's alright then!

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It was ten years ago when I wrote the first three parts of this story. A lot has happened since then. let me know in the review section if you think I should write more.