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"RIDING THE JAVELIN" (M+/F/F: Reluc: School)

By

David Shaw
david@f-e-mail.com

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY

The best fun I had at school was when I got in with Jodi Malenger's
gang. This was in England, way back, but Jodi wasn't English, he'd
been born in Estonia or somewhere like that and his family had moved
over when he was young.

Anyway, wherever he was from, he was the toughest and cleverest kid
I'd ever met and anybody lucky enough to hang out with him was
guaranteed plenty of fun. Partly because his family was well off, but
mainly because Jodi seemed to be able to get away with anything where
girls were concerned. You could take the poshest, most stuck up bitch
in the school, and she'd like nothing better than being dragged off
somewhere by Jodi. What's more, most of them didn't seem to care much
if his friends tagged along with him. But what really showed me how
good Jodi was happened one afternoon when we had Linda Beresford
trapped in the gymn store room at school.

We'd been after her for quite a while, and she knew it as well as we
did. She was a plump little half pint of a blonde who giggled a lot,
especially when Jodi goosed her. This particular afternoon we'd seen
her hanging around down the gymn area just as everybody was leaving.
Now she must have known that Jodi had bribed the caretaker into giving
us a spare set of keys for that area; every other kid in the school
certainly knew it. She must have known as well that to hang around
near the sports storeroom at the end of the day was tempting fate. If
you were in that corridor when the last bell went, and you happened to
be a halfway decent looking girl, then it was trapping territory. Jodi
would suddenly appear at one end of the corridor and two more of his
gang would come around the opposite corner at the same moment.

One minute later the storeroom door would be unlocked and the girl --
or girls -- would find themselves on the other side of it. Then the
door was locked and the squealing began. But this time we got careless
and didn't lock the door as soon as we should have done.

It was Linda's fault. She'd obviously been waiting a while for a
chance to be the center of attention and she was really stacking on
the drama as we ruffled her feathers. Every time a hand grabbed her
there was more noise than a cat fight. Not that it stopped her giving
us coy "come on" looks from underneath her disarranged hair as she
weighed the opposition up. In fact she had unusually heavy odds to
face that day because there were five of us there. Jodi was the one
who really mattered though -- short and broad shouldered, with the
face of an angel and the mind of a sewer rat. The rest of us just
followed whatever he did.

There was Will, the biggest and oldest of us all, not very bright, but
always strong and willing. Micky and Jacko were both highly respected
in the school because they'd fight anybody any time. I was there
because I was pretty handy with my own fists. And each of us would
have followed Jodi into just about any situation. Incidentally, my
name's Andy.

Anyway, we'd made a circle around Linda to give her some heavy
petting, just as an introduction. She was making it more sporting by
trying to keep pushing our hands away, although with odds of two
against ten most of the grabs getting past her defenses, which was why
she was making so much noise. After a few minutes though she changed
her tactics and just stood there, giggling and telling us we'd better
let her go or else we'd be in trouble.

Fat chance. Standing there with her ripe little figure neatly fitted
out in a white shirt and short brown skirt she looked good enough to
eat. Mind you, she was a lot less neater than she had been, with her
shirt half pulled out and her tits hefted around so much they'd just
about popped out of her bra cups. We'd soon finish that job off
anyway, that was for sure.

"OK, boys, let's try for three falls and a submission." Jodi said.

"What are you doing?" Linda asked as Jacko and Will walked her across
the store room.

It was a pretty stupid question because she was being taken towards a
pile of judo mats that had been stacked in the middle of the room and
it was obvious what they were there for. And, again, I would have been
surprised if Linda hadn't heard stories about some of the past
performances of the top of those mats. As Jodi had said, there'd
certainly been plenty of submissions on top of them.

One of the most satisfying of them had been by Miss snooty nose-in-the
air Janet Saunders, the head girl. She'd been photographed stretched
out on top of the mats without a stitch on, giving everybody a
demonstration of how to sixty nine with the boy underneath her. Jodi,
in point of fact, but you couldn't see much of him except his cock,
with Janet frantically licking away at it as if it was a melting ice
cream cone.

Oddly, it was Will who'd provided the finishing touch. In some dusty
corner of the room he'd found a bundle of paper union jacks on sticks,
probably meant to be waved around by the school kids during some long
forgotten royal visit  to the town. He'd finally found a use for one
of the flags by pushing the stick up Janet's bum, then making her
carry on with Jodi while we snapped her with a cock at one end and the
flag flying at the other one. A very embarrassed girl she'd been, and
she had to do some more very embarrassing things to keep that photo
safely hidden away.

Anyway, to get back to what I'm telling you about, Linda was stood at
the side of the mats. She was doing a lot of heavy breathing but she
wasn't screaming, or crying either, so it was on to the next round.
Jodi sat down on the mats in front of her before reaching out with
skilled hands to unhook and unzip her skirt. Linda made a few more
protests, just for the record, then decided to shut up as her skirt
fell down. Of course this wasn't the first time we admired her bared
legs, we'd seen them plenty of times before when the girls had been
playing netball. But this time we were going to see a lot more than
just her legs. We told her that as well as we gave her another good
touching up.

Micky and I had a bum cheek each to play with, whilst Will and Jacko
swooped onto her tits as their own special areas of interest. Jodi put
his hand down between her thighs, below the gusset of the briefs --
just below, yet not quite touching.

"Bend your knees, Linda."

She gave out a higher pitched squeal than anything she'd yet managed,
then lowered her quim half an inch onto his fingertips as if she was
getting into a hot bath. Like they say, a bird in the hand is worth
having -- and by the time she gets to that stage she's certainly going
to be had. Anyway, that meant the preliminaries were over. Linda
Beresford was showing every signs of having joined in the spirit of
the party and  panting as Jodi made himself at home.

"Oh, God, you're going to do it to me, aren't you?"

Jodi rubbed her with his fingers in a way which had her wriggling like
a dog having its stomach scratched.

"No, girl, you're going to do it to us. But if you're really nice
about it we may give you some good fucking on top of these mats as
well. We've got plenty of frenchies and we don't care how many you use
up."

Jodi was speaking as if he was almost bored.

"Strip her off and throw her on top of the mats. Let her keep her
shoes on though. I know her legs are in the right position for a good
shag when the laces are hanging straight down."

Getting a giggling Linda out of her shirt was a job nobody minded
lending a hand with. Especially as we managed to finally bounce her
starboard tit clear out of its cup in the process. The plump mound of
white freckled flesh was lifted high up on top of the now redundant
tit harness, showing off a nipple that looked as hard as walnut and
felt as hard as one when I nipped it between my fingers. Linda called
me a randy  bastard and that made everybody grin.

Will unhooked her bra and threw it away. Jodi stood her aside his legs
before hauling both of her tits down to his mouth, giving them a good
kneading and some playful bites. Linda's eyes seemed to be rolling
around in their sockets, pretending to be so distressed but making
sure we were all watching her being treated like that. I reckoned it
was exactly what she'd been waiting for ever since she'd hung around
in the corridor.

"I'll make her tits shake more than that when she's riding on my
cock," Jacko promised loudly, with Linda quivering in response as
though electric shocks were going up and down her spine.

"Drop them for us, you little prick teaser," Jacko demanded, and Jodi
nodded his head in agreement.

With practically no hesitation at all Linda slipped her hands into the
sides of her briefs and pushed them down as far as she could, which
wasn't far since she was standing straddle legged, but far enough for
us to see everything that mattered. She had quite a nest of light
brown hair down below, a physical detail which was quickly covered by
Jodi's right palm as he fingered her. The rest of backed up his good
work by grabbing whatever we could. Linda threw her head back, saying
"Shit! shit! shit!" until Will put his lips on hers and gave her a
taste of his tongue.

"I think we've got a hot one here," Jacko said.

It was a pretty fair statement because Linda's hands were darting
around like butterflies, stroking Jodi's arm that was fingering her,
running over Will's head as he tongued her. It was just then that I
heard a female gasp of outrage and it certainly couldn't have come
from Linda. We spun around and gaped at the teacher who was standing
next to the mats, watching everything that was going on with eyes
bulging out like a dead cod's on a fishmonger's slab.

Mrs Dunkley her name was, an English teacher, but not a very good one.
I mean, she knew all about her subject but she'd been away from
teaching for a long time and the schools she been at before must have
been much better behaved ones than ours, because she was piss weak at
enforcing discipline. She'd only been at our educational slum for a
month or so but we'd really made things difficult for her in every
class she'd taken with us. Ma Dunkley was what Jodi called her and,
naturally, he'd caused her more trouble than the rest of us put
together.

Yet there was one thing about her which did have all our interest.
Well, two things in fact. She wasn't the flashy type, being middle
aged and pretty quiet, but she wore tight sweaters all the time and
underneath those sweaters were the biggest set of tits we'd ever seen.
No arguments about them being padding either -- no padding ever made
could have swayed around as enticingly as those two mounds did. Apart
from that she was dark haired and dark skinned, with just a wisp of
hair on her upper lip. Italian or Greek blood in the family perhaps,
with a good full arse that twitched along underneath her pleated
skirts almost as nicely as her bazoons bounced on ahead.

Another thing we'd all noticed about her was that in anything except
high summer she always wore boots which reached up almost to her
knees. There had been a lot of speculation about those boots and
whether maybe she was sexier than she let on, wedding ring or no
wedding ring.

So, there we were and there she was, and the shit had fallen into the
muck spreader alright. As soon as she'd reported this little lot we'd
all be on our way to a police court and probably Borstal institutions.
And that's what might have happened if Jodi hadn't been there. Because
Jodi was always fast, always dangerous and a born leader. Whilst the
rest of us were still too stunned to react he was moving, pushing
Linda away so hard she would have fallen if we hadn't been clustered
so closely around her. Then I almost went over myself as he knocked me
out of the way, heading towards the opened door.

For a second, just for a second, I wondered if he was running away.
But even before the thought was formed I saw him slam the door closed
and turn the key in the lock, the thing we should have thought to have
done first before we got started on Linda. Yet what he did next had me
totally confused because he disappeared out of sight behind a storage
rack, taking the door key with him.

Which left the rest of us hanging around like non speaking extras in a
play after the main character has disappeared down a stage trapdoor.
Linda was the only one who could think of anything positive to do, by
pulling up her knickers.

Under any other circumstances I would have been laughing at the
expression on her face. Linda Beresford did not look like a girl duly
grateful for being saved from a terrible fate at the hands -- and
dicks -- of a bunch of hooligan boys: she looked more like a gymnkhana
rider whose horse had gone sprawling at the first fence; lots of
exertion, lots of build up, but no jumps. Though Ma Dunkley distracted
my attention quickly enough with an angry shout.

"Malenger, come back here!"

Well, he did, back out from behind that storage rack as quickly as
he'd gone behind it. And in his hand was a javelin. Which, just in
case English is your second language, is a metal spear with rather a
sharp point at one end. People with nothing better to do go out on an
athletics field to see how far they can throw them. Another fun
recreational thing you can also do with the sharp end of a javelin is
to stick it into a big tit. If you want to attract the attention of
the owner of the aforementioned big tit, I can assure you that it's an
effective way of doing so.

"Back! Back against the wall, you fat bitch!"

 I was thinking to myself, 'This is crazy, we can't do this to a
teacher', but it was happening anyway, as things always seemed to do
when Jodi wanted them to. Ma Dunkley took two steps backwards under
the pressure of the javelin's tip, then tried to stand her ground.

"Malenger, you must be mad! Put that down at once."

Well, and so he did. He leaned forward, dropped the javelin's point
and pushed it forward straight between her knee high boots.

"Come on you useless bastards, give her a lift," he called out to us.

Ma Dunkley didn't understand what he meant but we did, because another
thing you can do with a javelin for fun and profit is to use it to
persuade a girl to see things your way. Remember I mentioned a certain
Janet Saunders as an excellent example of a enthusiastic female
submission? Well, it had been a ride around the store room on a
javelin which had quickly and easily brought her to that way of
thinking. But to do it to a teacher . . .

"Come on!" Jodi urged, and so we did. What the hell, it had to be
worth whatever trouble it eventually got us into. So I grabbed the
point behind her and Micky took hold of it as well, while Jacko helped
Jodi in front.

That was all there was room for, four pairs of hands, but it was
plenty. We lifted the javelin nice and level, straight up between Ma
Dunkley's legs, hoisting her pleated skirt in big folds in front and
behind her. Then we got her weight on top of the javelin and raised it
up higher yet, until she was on the toes of her boots. She shrieked
like a factory whistle spitting out steam, leaning forward over her
rucked up skirt to grab the javelin through the folds, holding on next
to Jacko's and Jodi's hands as she desperately tried to lift herself
above the metal shaft. I could understand why -- it must have been a
rough experience to have your cunt split apart on something like that.

"Walk her!"

Well, walking her isn't quite what happens. The point is that if you
lift the rider high enough she can't walk, and she can't rest her
weight on the ground, it's all pressing down on those soft sensitive
areas between the inner thighs and that round strip of aluminum. The
javelin bowed underneath Ma Dunkley's weight but it didn't stop us
from lifting her right off the floor and taking several shuffling
steps as she swayed from side to side, screaming out in fear and pain
as she found out she was balanced on the next worst thing to a knife
edge.

"Oh God, oh God, stop it please! Please -- please -- please!"

"Down with her. On her tiptoes though, that's all. Will, you take my
place here."

So there was the scene, Mrs Dunkley with her skirt piled up, legs
straight and clamped hard together, bent forward from the waist and
still clutching onto the javelin. She smelt nice -- rosewater, maybe.
There was white flecks in the tightly stretched gray sweater. Her bra
straps were clearly visible through the material and I cursed my bad
luck in being behind her, instead of in front with Will and Jacko. I
could see them gloating at the sight of her big bristols being
squeezed into view between her straightened arms. Still, we had a
consolation view of her legs, partially revealed by the upraised
skirt. Lots of smoothly rounded flesh all nicely wrapped up in dark
pantyhose.

 "Malenger -- Jodi. Please, this is silly."

No doubt about her tone , she wasn't demanding anything now, she was
asking us not to hurt her anymore. And we all knew that one or two
more quick rides would have the teacher begging to do something else
-- anything at all. My imagination went into overdrive at the thought
of having those legs wrapped around me and those tits in my hands. In
an instant my cock was as rigid as the javelin.

"Keep her like that," Jodi snapped.

Still moving as quickly as a striking ferret, he reached out to Ma
Dunkley and gave one of her earrings a sharp tug, making her cry out
again.

"What do you think about that, Mrs Dunkley? One of the girls you're
supposed to be looking after and here she is in a storeroom showing a
bunch of boys everything she's got. However did that happen?"

"I don't know." She was answering quietly, and quickly. What with one
thing and another I guess there wasn't much choice. We all knew Jodi
would twist Ma Dunkley's ear or ride her on the javelin again if she
tried to talk back to him.

"I was walking along the corridor and I heard the noise, so I came
in."

Jodi put his other hand on the nape of her neck, underneath her long
black hair, and gently massaged her neck muscles.

"Now that's a funny thing, right there. Yeah, Linda was making a lot
of noise at first but she quietened  afterwards. Pretty hard to hear
her from way out there then. My idea is that you heard her alright,
only you waited a while before you came in. Were you waiting because
you thought you might make a deal with us?"

She tried to turn her head towards him pulled but couldn't because
Jodi pulled on her ear to make her look straight ahead. We all heard
her gasp again.

"A deal? What do you mean?"

"I mean that we're the lads who've been giving you the most trouble in
your classes. But if you caught us with Linda you could get us thrown
out of the school and maybe into a Borstal."

"No, I never thought that!"

"Ah, but I say you did. And I say you might be the one who has to
leave the school unless you change your attitude.
What-do-you-think-about-that?"

He emphasized each of the last words by tugging on her earlobe again
each time he spoke. The teacher gave a little gasp with each tug. Jodi
was showing her again how much she was under his control

"Now let me get this clear in my mind, Mrs Dunkley. Is anybody going
to come looking for you soon if we keep you here? And before you
answer, you'd better know that if you lie to us, I'll personally push
this javelin right up your arse."

"No." She was whispering, her voice shaking. "No, but the caretaker is
probably still here."

"You don't need to worry about him. He knows when to be deaf. So it
looks like you're going to be with us for quite a while. Never mind, I
guess we can find some interesting ways of passing the time."

We were all licking our lips at that, though Mark and I were still
cursing our luck at having to stand behind Ma Dunkley and not being
able to see her face. I wondered if Jodi could put her completely
under his control, the way he seemed able to do with all the girls.
He'd certainly faced a lot of defiance from Janet Saunders at first,
yet a few minutes on the javelin had turned from a Head Girl into a
girl who'd much sooner give head than ride the rail again.

"Linda, come over here."

We'd almost forgotten about Linda, which was quite something, since
she was still only wearing her briefs and her socks and shoes -- oh,
yeah, and her necktie, which had somehow got left behind when her
shirt was pulled off. She looked as juicy as ever, yet a lot more
nervous than when we'd been mauling her.

"Jodi, I don't want to get involved in this."

"Fair enough, I don't want to make you change places with Ma Dunkley,
but I will do if I get any more of your lip. Go on the other side of
her."

Linda obediently walked around past Mark and me. I never thought I'd
let a pair of bare tits go by without taking a grab at them but I had
to then. Linda ended up facing Jodi across the javelin with the
teacher perched between them.

"Right, Mrs Dunkley, let's start getting to know each other a bit
better. An introduction would be nice. Normally, of course, I'd shake
hands but you seem to be using both of yours at the moment. So what
we'll do is to have a little rule which starts right now." Jodi
tweaked her ear again, getting another gasp. "Are you listening, Mrs
Dunkley?"

"Yes, I'm listening."

"Right, the rule is this: every time somebody squeezes one of your
tits you introduce yourself with your first name and say 'I'm very
pleased to meet you'. You understand the rule, Mrs Dunkley?"

Her answer was music to our ears, mumbled but obedient: "Yes, I
understand."

To me, this was incredible. Ma Dunkley was almost twice our age, a
teacher, a married woman, and whatever we did she should have been
able to dominate us. If Jodi hadn't been there she would have done. It
was his personality, his determination to dominate her instead and his
readiness to hurt her as much as necessary which was beating her down.
Unless of course she wanted to be in this situation. Maybe she had
been waiting outside, getting up the courage to walk in and betting
that this was indeed the way it was going to turn out. Who could tell
why a woman did anything?

Jodi left one hand on her neck, took the other one from her ear and
let his outstretched fingers slide gently down the side of one of the
arms pushed straight down in front of her as she still kept trying to
relieve the pain of being on top of the javelin. I thought she must be
getting very tired of being in that position.

"Hmm, just to make it more interesting yet, we'll make a second rule.
After you've introduced yourself, you'll do whatever you're told to by
anybody who's holding one of your tits. Have you got that?"

"Yes."

"I've got a name."

"Yes, Jodi."

"So what happens when I squeeze one of your bouncers?"

She spoke very quickly: "I say, 'Hello, my name is Christine and I'll
do whatever you tell me to.' " It seemed to me that she was in a hurry
to show how compliant she was. Not only tired but probably sore as
well.

"Right, let's try it."

There was enough tension in the room to run a power station as I saw
his hand move around in front of her. The javelin quivered in our
hands and the teacher gasped, then said: "Hello, my name is Christine
and I'll do anything at all that you tell me to."

That broke the tension up, for the moment anyway. All of us chortled
in delight at her surrender until Jodi held his hand up for us to be
quiet again.

"Not bad, but fair turn is fair play. The same rule applies to you,
Linda."

He must have moved his hand over to her titties because she got pulled
forward and bent over until she was almost leaning on the teacher.
She'd been taken by surprise: "Oh God, what have I got to say? My name
is Linda and I'm very pleased to meet you, Jodi, you bastard."

We laughed at that as well, until Linda gave a real screech of pain.
"I don't allow back chat from any female in here. In this room they do
as they're told." He must have given her tit a real screwing with his
hand because she cried out again.

"OK, so to make it clearer, from now on, whenever an udder gets pulled
I expect to hear the bitch that owns it to say her name and to say
she'll do whatever she's told to. Let's try this one again."

Linda didn't need telling twice: "My name is Linda and I'll do
whatever you tell me too."

Then the teacher spoke up again, clearly feeling Jodi's hand giving
her the cue again: "My name is Christine and I'll do whatever you tell
me to."

Jodi laughed. "Things seem to be coming along nicely. Now, Christine,
let's talk about deals. By the time you leave this room you're
certainly not going to be to threaten us with anything, but we can
offer you a good deal instead. If you're nice to us we'll stop causing
you trouble in your classes. Not only that, I'll make sure nobody else
in the school gives you any trouble either. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Jodi, I'd like that."

"Quite sure?"

"Yes." She was almost shouting back at him, answering as quickly as
she could. I could see her arms trembling as she kept them pressed
down on the javelin.

"OK, but if we do that for you, you've got to do something for us. Is
that fair?"

"Yes -- yes!"

Jodi chuckled and then Linda blurted out loudly: "My name is Linda,
how do you do and I'll do whatever you tell me too."

I still couldn't see exactly what was going on but it was obvious that
Jodi had grabbed one of her tits again and she was gabbling out the
words he'd taught her like a trained parrot.

"Well done, Linda. Now, girl, what do you think you'd have had to do
for us  if Christine hadn't come in and spoilt things? What do the
other girls tell you they have to do in here?"

"They say they have to suck your cock, Jodi."

That got a laugh. Will and Jacko weren't looking at her though, they
were staring at the teacher's face to see her response. They were both
grinning from ear to ear and I wished once again I was in their place.

"Just my cock?"

Linda certainly wasn't being coy now. She was answering up loud and
clear: "No, you make them suck all your mate's cocks as well, and
afterwards they get shagged by everybody."

Jodi shook his head in mock sorrow: "Who are these horrible girls, and
why are they saying such terrible things about me?"

You know how sometimes you start laughing and you can't control it --
you're sort of gasping with ingrowing breath? I reckon we'd all
reached that stage by then and Linda was laughing along with the rest
of us. The thing was, we didn't want to piss arse around and hold
things up by laughing, we wanted to hear what the teacher had to say.
She certainly wasn't laughing though. Mick and I were fascinated by
the way her leg muscles were flexing underneath those dark stockings
as she wrigggled around on top of the javelin trying to find a
position -- any position -- which wasn't so uncomfortable as the one
she was in.

I could certainly understand that because my forearms were aching with
effort of holding her up on tip toe.

Finally, at long last, we stopped chortling and carried on with mere
gloating as Jodi moved one hand away from the back of the teacher's
neck and gripped her earring again. He must have moved his other hand
as well because she said -- almost shouted: "My name is Christine, how
do you do and I'll do anything you tell me to."

"Will you really, Mrs Dunkley? Or may I call you Christine? Now you've
just heard what Linda thinks we're going to make her do. She thinks
I'm going to make her suck my dick while everybody else in here
watches her do it. Do you think I'd do something like that, especially
with a lady like yourself here having to watch such a dirty little
scene?"

"Jodi, I'm absolutely sure that she's going to do whatever you tell
her to, just as I'm sure that I'm not getting off this javelin until I
agree to do everything she does."

I looked at Mick and he looked at me, and he was as surprised as I
was. We could hear the strain in her voice from being straddled on top
of the javelin yet otherwise Mrs Dunkley seemed pretty calm as she
admitted she was ours to do with as we liked. Oh God, make this
afternoon last for ever.

"Well, yeah, that sounds like a reasonable offer," Jodi said, still
playing it really cool. "Tell me, Christine, are you really saying
that if I let you off this javelin you'll suck us all off."

"Yes. Jodi, please, I am offering to do whatever you want. Couldn't
you lower me down now, please?"

"I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll lower you on to your heels and 
Linda and I will take your sweater off. If you behave that far perhaps
we won't lift you up on your toes again. Do you want to do that?"

"Yes, Jodi, yes please."

He laughed. "Now that's what I like to hear. But I'm still waiting for
some detail about what you'll do for us. Make it sound interesting and
we'll let you down."

"Oh God. Jodi, I'll go down on my knees for you. I'll go down on my
knees in front of you with everybody watching and give you a gobble."

My toes were curling as I was listening to this. God, but Jodi had
soon put this middle aged bitch back into her box. And everybody knew
that she was going to have to do what she was promising she would.

"Well, that sounds fine. But suppose we started by stripping you to
the waist and letting all the lads play with those big knockers of
yours. Would you rather do that than be left where you are?"

"Yes, Jodi, please, please, play with my tits, all of you, please." I
couldn't believe how desperate she was sounding. Either that javelin
was really hurting our captured teacher or she was making a good
production of sounding as if it was.

Naturally, the more desperate she sounded, the more Jodi spun things
out. "Hmm . . . well, I'll ask the lads about it. OK guys, is anybody
interested in playing with Mrs Dunkley's big fat bristols?"

He certainly had our approval on that notion, and we all snarled in
approval like a wolf pack around a trapped deer.

"OK, the motion is carried unanimously. Now, would all those who'd
like to fuck Mrs Dunkley as well please lift her up to show approval
in the usual manner."

She shrieked in pain as we gave her another swift lift, wriggling on
top of the javelin again as though it were an electrified fence. Maybe
it was, because there was enough excitement shooting through my body
alone to have put a high voltage charge into the steel shaft.  Jodi
tugged the teacher's earring again to make sure she was listening.

"So how about that idea, Christine? You think this might be a good
time to get put on your back and give the class a practical
demonstration in sex education?"

"Yes, Jodi, yes, yes! Anything you want!"

Jodi giggled: "Does that include multiple choice demonstrations?"

"God, yes, I'll take all of you on -- all of you! But for fuck's sake
let me down, please!"

It seemed that what we had on our javelin here was a teacher who'd
been taught a quick and very successful lesson in learning to do what
she was told. If she hadn't known much before about how to enforce
discipline she'd certainly come to the right place to learn. Jodi was
an expert on the subject.

"Right, lower her onto her heels. Linda, grab her sweater at the
bottom. Christine, hold up your arms or we'll hold you up again."

The teacher let out a great shuddery sigh of relief as settled her
back onto her heels. As Linda and Jodie tugged at the tight fitting
sweater she instantly held her arms up over her head and kept them
there as the material was rucked up until her bra strap came into
view. It was  as wide as my thumb, satin white, with silver metal
double clips. Sexy, but not much of a consolation prize for what must
be visible from the front. Surprisingly, it was Linda who made the
first comment from that viewpoint: "My God, look at them."

If there's ever been a more unnecessary suggestion I can't imagine
where or when it was made.  Will and Jacko nearly had their eyes
popping out of their heads and even Jodi looked startled. Then he and
Linda jerked sweater up further until it was caught up around the
teacher's raised elbows and wrapped around her head.

"OK, take that javelin away. Push her up against the storage racks.
Hold her there. Keep her arms up."

We did as he said in a flurry of movement, pushing the teacher back
against the racks and holding her wrists up above her head, although
all you could see of it was a pile of disarranged black hair
protruding from the top of the sweater. She certainly couldn't see a
thing, which saved her at least one shock as Jodi pulled out his flick
knife. All he wanted it for though was to cut a couple of lengths off
a roll of lane marking tape.

"Put her wrists up against the supports."

Will and Jacko stepped apart to hold Christine's wrists against the
vertical shelving struts. When they did they revealed the stiff white
cups of her foundation bra. My immediate thought was that they must be
padded after all, because surely to God she couldn't walk around all
day supporting that amount weight in front of her?

"Christ, you could carry a week's shopping home in those cups," Mark
declared, sharing my disbelief.

Not that we had much chance to admire the sights because Jodi
immediately stepped in front of Christine as he tied her wrists to the
struts. There was no resistance, she simply stood against the shelves
as she was secured. Jodi stood back, with the rest of us crowing
around him to take in the view again.

"One teacher, almost ready for lessons," Jodi said happily.

By God, was she ever! Sweater up around her face, boobs out on the
shop window, the waist band of her skirt jammed around her wide hips
and the top of a white girdle just seen above it with a couple of
rolls of stomach fat resting on top. Not that she didn't have a pretty
good figure without even taking into account those fantastic udders. A
bit overripe maybe, but what could you expect at that age. As for that
pleated skirt and those boots underneath it -- well, it looked as if
Christmas was coming early this year.

Jodi began unbuttoning his shirt. "Go over and introduce yourselves,
guys. You know what to do. Linda, you lazy bitch, come here and unlace
my shoes."

That time I must have been slow off the mark because Mark beat me, if
you'll forgive the pun. And he was behind Jacko. Not that Mrs Dunkley
knew the difference. She just knew we were taking turns at feeling her
tits and as she was fondled she said loudly again and again that her
name was Christine, she was very pleased to meet us, and she'd do
whatever we told her to. Again, there was no doubt about how effective
Jodi's training techniques were. Not that I cared much about anything
but being stuck at the end of the queue for copping a few feels.

"They're for real," Jacko announced loudly. He had his hands on each
of her cups but not for long as Will elbowed him aside and grabbed one
for himself.

"My name is Christine and I'll do whatever you want," the teacher said
again, loud enough for us to hear even though she was partially
muffled by the sweater across her face. Mark got in between both of
them, lifted up a roll of the sweater high enough to reveal her mouth
hanging open and put his mouth against hers to see what the reaction
was. He was also copying Jodi's methods by holding one of her earrings
but he didn't seem to need to do much with it to get the results he
wanted. Of course I was going frantic and in the end I had to pull him
off her so I could get a turn.

By then Will and Jacko were pulling up Ma Dunkley's skirt and I was
finally able to get my fingers on both of her cups. One touch and I
found out what everybody else already had done, that these were the
genuine items. The heat coming from them was proof enough without even
needing to feel the lumps where her nipples were pushing against the
stiff fabric. I wondered how she'd react to another tonguing and gave
her lips a little lick. What I got back immediately was a length of
flesh that pushed into my mouth like a cow cleaning out an oat trough.

Mrs Dunkley probably had no idea who she was french kissing and just
as probably couldn't have cared by then anyway. I pushed two fingers
down between the rolls of flesh squelched up out of the top of the bra
and swirled things around a little. The storage rack she was tied to
began rattling as she snorted through her nose, then started trying to
lick my tonsils again. Mind you, I think that was mostly due to what
Will and Jacko were doing around her panties. Mark came crowding in
again as well, taking hold of the nipple I'd abandoned only for a
second. It was a real gold rush, everybody staking out a claim
wherever there was a chance. Not that you could complain, there was
more territory going spare than in Alaska.

"OK, pull the sweater up a bit," Jodi told us. "I want her to see
this."

I heaved the bottom of the sweater up clear of Christine's face. Her
eyelids had been closed. They opened though as soon as the light fell
onto her flushed cheeks and she stared into my face in a way that
seemed to have trouble getting focused.  "Oh, Christ, Andy, what are
you all doing to me?"

"Getting you ready for a good fucking," I told her truthfully and the
storage racks rattled again as she twitched like a shot rabbit.

"Out of the way, lads."

We reluctantly moved out of the way. Jodi was naked now, facing an
equally naked Linda. They were side on to Christine, looking at her as
Linda held Jodi's stiff cock in her right hand, rubbing it gently as
if trying to put a polish on it.

"How about doing this for me, Mrs Dunkley? Would you like to do this
for me?"

She didn't seem to have much difficulty in fastening her gaze on his
cock. She was trembling but her voice hardly quivered as she answered.

"Yes, alright."

Jodi walked over to her. The sight of the opened knife he was carrying
had her trembling even more, especially when he held it up close to
her.

"Are you right handed or left handed."

"Right handed."

He slashed through the tape around her right wrist. She immediately
lowered her hand and held his cock just as Linda had done, working his
foreskin back and forth in quick movements. Jodi's knife dropped
lower, underneath her shoulder strap and she gave a little grunt as he
cut through it with one quick movement, letting her entire upper works
tilt over to one side like a collapsing bridge. Then he moved his face
next to the teacher's and put his lips on hers, his free hand stroking
her bottom. I could see her fingers gripping tightly around his cock
and that she was squirming around again. Jacko and Will were on either
side of Linda, pulling at her neat little tits at the same time as
they were trying to get their clothes off as quickly as they could.
That seemed like a good idea -- in fact they were both good ideas but
the lads were having trouble in sorting out their priorities.

Jodi stopped tonguing Christine and leaned back to use his knife
again. The other strap fell apart and the bra cups slid halfway down
her bust. We stared open mouthed at the size of her partially revealed
tits, no lighter in color than the rest of her skin, with a speckling
of four or five beauty spots on the upper slopes of the right one,
like base camps on the slopes of Mount Everest. Mark -- and I swear to
God this is true -- yelled out "Dam Busters" at the sight of all the
tit meat that was spilling out. We pissed ourselves laughing as Ma
Dunkley went even redder in the face and even -- if you can believe it
-- even more embarrassed. She still kept pumping away at Jodi's cock
though, not missing a beat. He dropped his knife on the shelf, grabbed
the bottom part of her bra and dragged it down until her tits were
hanging totally free. We gaped at the sight like tourists seeing the
pyramids for the first time.

"OK, take her over to the bars." Jodi snarled, stepping back, but
giving Ma Dunkley's nips a squeeze to be going on with. They were
swollen out to the size of half eaten plums, a natural match for the
tits they belonged to. Jodi picked up his knife again and slashed
through the tape still securing her left wrist.

"Mark, get another javelin," he ordered.

I guess we all wondered what was in his mind, but it was a fair bet it
was going to be pretty entertaining. Not that we didn't have
entertainment enough, frog marching our now firmly cowed cow of a
teacher on her way to the grand finale of a public screwing. I was
holding one of her arms and Jacko had the other, still up over her
head and still entangled in the sleeves of her jumper. That way the
material was down over her eyes again, which was a pity because what
Jodi was arranging near the mats was quite a scene.

Not that it mattered much because as soon as we stopped by the mats
the first thing we did was to lift the sweater off and throw it aside.
Ma Dunkley's mouth dropped when she saw Linda. A long time ago a
section of climbing bars had been taken down from off the gymn wall
and stacked away inside the storeroom. Too many kids falling off and
hurting themselves I suppose. Anyway, there it was, about eight feet
high and ten feet long, leaning against the end wall. And on it, arms
and legs outstretched, was Linda, still wearing that school tie and
her shoes and shoes, but nothing else. Her feet were about three feet
off the floor and standing in front of her was Andy, holding the
javelin. The back end was tilted down, the sharp end was nestled
between the lips of Linda's cunt. She was staring straight down at
Andy's hands and if Doctor Who's Time Machine had appeared in the
storeroom right then I don't think she would have even noticed it.

Of course Andy had never thought of that by himself. It was Jodi who'd
arranged the scene, just as it was Jodi who was enjoying himself most
by watching Ma Dunkley's reaction. Mark handed him another javelin and
Jodi made a mock show out of feeling the tip for sharpness and blowing
on it.

"OK, Christine, put your back to the bars and climb up alongside
Linda. It's easily done, just like going up a ladder backwards and
plenty of hand grips to help you." He held up the javelin. "If you
think you need any extra incentive, just let me know."

She was plainly baffled, but certainly not in any mood to argue. She
let us push her unresistingly up against the inclined bars, then
grunted and puffed as she went up a few bars, until she was level with
Linda and in the same position, arms outstretched at the level of her
shoulders to keep her balance. There was something of a double
crucifixion scene about it, an impression reinforced by the spear-like
javelins. Nothing but sinners here though, or at least they would be
by the time we'd finished with them.

Maybe the religious thoughts lingered for a moment or two though,
because when I looked up at the teacher's  swaying tits I thought it
was a pity we couldn't take her into church and lay her out on the
alter at harvest festival time -- just the way she  was, naked, plump
and full of nature's bounty. Maybe it would have put the Vicar off his
sermon but what the hell, it was the thought that counted. Jodi's next
words certainly gave Christine even more to think about.

"Right, let's have some teat pulling here."

No problem. It was like a crowded tube train with everybody strap
hanging though a lot more interesting. I started off with the only
free tit I could get hold of -- one of Linda's, worse luck. Never
mind, I also found that her pussy was at just the right height for me
to give her clit a good licking and I also had another hand in the
complicated maneuvering going on underneath the teacher's skirt.
Perhaps it helped to take her mind off the assorting handling her
massive boobs were getting, though not very much. Not judging by the
squeals she was making and the way the bars were rattling -- you'd
have thought a gorilla was shaking them. Linda was doing plenty of
squirming and shouting herself. When I let somebody else tongue her
and looked up her head was arched back, her mouth hanging open and she
was twitching her hips around as if she was being tickled up the twat
with a feather duster.

"OK, Andy, fetch the camera."

Trust me to get stuck with the worst job. Still, somebody had to keep
a nicely detailed record of the teacher and her best looking pupil
being put through their paces.

When I came back with the Olympus 35 and the flash bulbs both of our
victims cried out in protest. That camera was going to be an
instrument of fate for them and they knew it. Linda had probably been
expecting it from the start but the teacher gave a despairing wail as
I started getting in some good exposures.

And it was when we started getting some good exposure of Christine
herself that I began to suspect that maybe she had expected to find
herself doing some pin up work. Because once the lads had pulled her
skirt and girdle off, there were tiny little lilac colored panties
underneath her pantyhose.  Well, tiny compared to the width of her
hips which shook like a Turkish belly dancer's when Jodi trailed his
finger tip along the damp gusset of the panties.

"For God's sake, Jodi. I can't stand much more of this," she moaned.
"Don't keep me hanging around anymore, just fuck me, please!"

Yeah, well, she had a sense of humor, you had to give her that. We
grinned at each other, and at Jodie. And Jodie, the bastard, he told
the other guys to leave Linda alone for a while and everybody to
squeeze Christine's tits and put their hands up between her legs.
While they were doing that he slit the pantyhose on the seams, rolled
it down her legs, and then slashed it again until it was in shreds
around the top of her boots. It was skilful work, leaving her with
nothing on but her sexy panties as hand after hand rubbed her mound of
Venus and twiddled with those big nipples. And whilst all that was
going on I took snaps of the teacher, some standing back, some in
close up with hair all over her face, lips drawn back, mouth open and
her teeth clenched like a fox going down underneath a pack of hounds.

Oh yeah, and I also got a couple of nice shots of poor deserted Linda,
hanging up next to the teacher and with one of her hands down at her
cunt, giving herself a wanking and not caring who took a picture of
her doing it. But then I made her stop it, and got another nice shot
of her clutching the bars and swearing at us with every filthy word
she could think of as we left her on the shelf for a while.

"You rotten bastards, do it to me then, if you're going to! Fuck me,
fuck me!"

"Me as well!" Christine wailed.

That caused some serious laugher before Jodi finally got things back
on track by slashing Ma Dunkley's panties and pocketing them as a
trophy. She had a patch of black hair as coarse and curly as a short
horn's forehead and the same kind of bovine stupefied satisfaction as
the guys lined up to lick her, with Linda as a side order. If
Christine had been swinging her hips before, what she did then would
have made her the toast of the Instanbul belly dancers' academy.

I guess that if you want to talk about tenderizing your meat, that was
the time. The meat was hanging up there, fondled, stroked, tongued and
their nipples sucked as if it were milking time. The lads were yelling
and holding up their fingers in triumph to prove that love juice was
coming out of both cunts like honey oozing out of a hive: there was
nothing those two hanging on the bars weren't game for by then and
they wouldn't have cared if they were on the newsreels, let alone any
photos I was taking.

Jodi got Linda to stand face to face with the teacher on the bars, her
legs on both side of Christine's, her face against the woman and
kissing her in full french style as we fingered both of them like
fury. There were yells of approval as they did a full bumps and grind
routine against each other. Then we let them down and put them on
their knees, side by side. This was the great moment. First Jodi had
Linda take his cock in her mouth while the teacher held it steady for
her. She was watching the action very closely, although it didn't last
long before Jodi ordered a change over.

No, Christine didn't hesitate for even the blink of an eye before she
was sucking on Jodi's monster like a vacuum cleaner salesmen
demonstrating the latest product. Nothing left on her but her boots,
big white arse sticking out, huge tits shaking and her eyes staring up
at Jodi as she did everything she could to earn a fuck. She bloody
soon got it as well.

"OK, let's take her," Jodi ordered.

We threw her on top of the mats and everybody held Ma Dunkley's legs
as far apart as we possibly could. She was shivering and her teeth
were chattering as if she was cold, but she wasn't, not with the
exercise she was getting from jerking her honeypot around. She could
barely keep it still as Jodi rammed his length into her and then she
yelled out like she'd scored a goal at a cup final and called us all
shits. Then Mrs Dunkley's eyes kind of rolled back and she shouted out
wildly: "Fuck me, you little bastards, fuck me!"

Somebody else threw Linda across the mats the other way, face down
across the teacher's stomach, and both Jodi and Ma Dunkley were
playing with the schoolgirl's cunt before Will filled it with his
cock. During the cross fucking afterwards the teacher kept stroking
Linda's hair and bottom all the time the partners were changing for
both of them. Even after all this time I still have to take the photos
out sometimes and look at them to believe it really happened.

Afterwards though was even better. Once we'd de-spunked ourselves for
the first time in those hot cunts we had an afternoon of cock sucking
that was simply amazing. Thank God females talk so much that they've
all got more muscles in their mouth than anywhere else: without that
natural training I don't think either Linda or Christine would have
got through that massive mouth to cock resuscitation session without
RSI of the jaw.

It was strictly two on one. Each of us took a turn lying on our back
on the mats. Christine and Linda stood on each side of the pile and
worked alternatively -- two minutes each and they had to touch bottom
at least once every turn or get their tits twisted. Just to make it
more interesting, the one who was watching had to tell us all about a
really good fucking she'd had, or a way she wanted to be fucked. Truth
to tell, Linda wasn't much cop at either. She hadn't had any major
experiences before we'd taken her in hand and she didn't have much
imagination.

Mind you, some of Jodi's notions combined with a lot of fingering had
her going off like a firework display. He was going to sit her on top
of a jumping horse, at one end, put a javelin through the hand holes
and tie her ankles to it. Another length of rope through the hand
holes at the other end, bend her forward, tie her wrists to the ends,
and she'd be bent forward like a jockey on a real horse, her bum
hanging over the end of the box and not able to see behind her. Then
we'd call around all our mates and let them form an orderly queue for
a good healthy work out in the gymn. Plenty of hard spanking, plenty
of oil and lots of cocks jerking in and out of Linda's cunt and ass as
somebody kept the score on a blackboard she could watch. Magic!

Christine was listening to all this as she was working on Will's cock,
and really giving it her best. But when Jodi said maybe it'd be even
better if we mounted the teacher at the other end of the box as well
she nearly went into labor on the spot just thinking about it. Will
still says he thought she was going to suck his cock out by the roots.
He came in her mouth and never saw a drop to prove it. We just about
had to drag her off him like pulling a tiger away from a piece of
meat. Mark and Jacko were kind hearted enough to finger her cunt,
something she desperately needed doing for her by then. It's the first
and only time I've ever seen a woman tap dancing during an orgasm --
those boots sure were made for coming!

Of course there was no way we could really do anything like that at
the school, more's the pity. It would never have been hushed up and
we'd all have been in the deepest shit. But there was no reason at all
why we couldn't do a deal with some of Jodi's out-of-town mates for a
great big party well off the beaten track. Everybody to bring as many
cunts as possible, whether willing or getting an offer they couldn't
refuse.

I won't bore you with all the sordid details but the logistics were
neat. Jodi managed to borrow a cattle truck and we cleaned it out
until it was spotless, then filled it with clean straw. When we did
the rounds to pick the gals, the eager ones and the reluctant ones
alike, their eyes nearly popped out when they saw what Cinderella's
coach was.

But that was nothing, nothing at all, compared to the way they looked
when we got to the field the rendezvous was arranged for. There must
have been forty guys or more waiting on the grass, motor bikes and a
few cars parked all over the place. A good job it really was a remote
place because most of the fellows were already stripped for action.
Pretty sensible because if you took something off in that truck you'd
never find it again. Anyway, the male mob gave a great cheer as the
truck came into the field. And the sight of all those female eyes
staring through the slats in the back of the truck: now that really
was an eye-popping occasion. The slats were good though, lots of
useful handholds and you could piss out the side whenever you liked.
All the girl's gear went overboard through them as well. And with a
ladder and a camera some of the great orgy shots of all time were on
offer from any angle you wanted. Yeah, someday I'll have to tell that
story in more detail.

 THE END

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