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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "HORSING AROUND" (M+/F; non cons; school; teacher) By David Shaw
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"HORSING AROUND" (M+/F; non cons; school; teacher)

By

David Shaw (David@f-e-mail.com)

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Once again Jodi and the boys are helping out at school by showing one
of the female teachers the different and interesting things you can do
with the gymn equipment.
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After Jodi Malenger and the rest of us in his gang had our fun with a
female school teacher we wanted to do it again.

Not at first, to tell the truth, because we thought that Mrs Dunkley
was going to cause us trouble over what we'd done with her and that
javelin. Only Jodi was sure that the photos we'd taken would keep her
under control. And, as always happened, he was right. From then on
Christine Dunkley just about shit blue lights every time we even looked
at her. It seemed like there was nothing she wouldn't do for us to keep
those photos safely locked away, and that turned out to be God's own
truth. By the time she'd finished doing all the homework Jodi gave her
our nicely respectable teacher was ready to have an orgasm at the sight
of a banana being peeled. If there was anything about group sex we
didn't teach her it was because we didn't think of it ourselves.

So, once we knew that Ma Dunkley was going to be no problem, our
thoughts started turning towards another likely poser for some hot
photos. A search which didn't take long at all because about then a
young teacher turned up who was just what we wanted. Her name was Miss
Sarah Bailey, 'Bristols' Bailey as all the kids called her called her
because she had a great pair of knockers and the sort of arse you could
stroke for five minutes and not cover the same area twice. She was only
twenty or so, kind of dumpy I guess but with a nice smile, long blonde
hair and all those sexy curves that car designers wish they could copy.

The first thing was to get her on her own after school ended, so we
forged a note from the headmaster and left it on Miss Bailey's desk.
The note asked her to go to the sports storeroom after school to look
at some damage that the Head thought her class might have done. So she
came in but there was no Headmaster. Just five of us guys hiding behind
the door with a big pillowcase. As she came in Mark and I grabbed her
arms and the other guys pulled the pillowcase over her head.

Now, have you seen any of those wooden vaulting horses? The ones that
come in sections, and are triangular, broad at the bottom and getting
narrower towards the top, with the leather strip on the topmost
section. We'd put two of them together, side by side, so there was a V
shaped gap between them. And we pushed that struggling teacher right up
against the horses with her back to the gap. Then we grabbed at her
legs and tipped her over between the horses with her hips just clear of
the edge of each vaulting horse. By the time she couldn't slip down any
further, she couldn't get up either, not without her hands to hoist
herself up with, and I was holding them down at the other end of the
horses.

True, Miss Bailey kept on trying to make a lot of noise but somebody
else held his hand over her mouth and nose until she was half choked,
and then she became quiet. Will and Jacko pulled the pillowslip up
clear of her mouth and nose and then tied all the loose folds down over
her eyes with a scarf. So there was Miss Bailey, every delightful inch
of her, on her back, jammed in as tightly as a pound in a Scotsman's
wallet, feet flat on the floor and her dark blue skirt pulled up almost
to the top of her short though nicely shaped legs. But the first thing
the lads did was to lean over the top of the horses and give her well
rounded mams a good squeezing.

Of course by then young Sarah had nutted out where we'd put her and
that she was going nowhere until we decided to let her go.  She'd also
realized we could keep her quiet very easily: easily for us, not so
much fun for her to be gasping for breath. So although she said a lot
it was more begging than ordering: in fact it was pretty much all
begging as soon as she started getting her big udders tugged at like a
cow in a dairy shed.

"No, please, no, boys, no, you mustn't . . . no, please don't do that .
don't touch me there . . Oh! No, don't undress me, you mustn't!"

Apart from everything else, Jodi had ordered us not to say a word near
Sarah, and I think the silence from her attackers worried her almost as
much as everything else. What was interesting was how she'd only had a
couple of buttons on her dress undone before she was talking about
being undressed. An even more interesting fact had her handlers
grinning. Maybe it was the pervading smell of all that male sweat
hanging around the gym equipment, maybe it was the knowledge she was at
our mercy. Whatever, the teacher certainly knew that every guy fondling
her knew she was getting turned on, and they knew it because they could
feel her tight nipples through her shirt and bra.

So Will and Mark decided to investigate further. I guess they weren't
too gentle about it because a couple of Sarah's buttons popped off and
they had to cut her bra straps with a knife to get enough slack to
finally pop her big tits out of their cups. By God, it was worth the
effort though, once the guys had wrestled the huge fun bags out into
the open for a good pawing.

"Oh God, you dirty devils . . . don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, I
won't tell anybody about this if you let me go . . . Ooooh!"

There was a kind of squawk there as Sarah felt her skirt get hauled
back to show off what was underneath. Would you believe silk French
knickers, purple, with white lacing around the waistline and the
thighs? This was a school teacher? Every guy around the horses laughed
at the sight of her plump bum wrapped up in that kind of gift
packaging.

All we had to do then was to take them off her, but we kept the teacher
in suspense for as long as we could. She tried to keep her thighs
clamped together when Jodi's fingers burrowed down between them but
that last line of defense soon surrendered. A few quick rubs and she
admitted defeat by opening her legs for everybody to see the damp patch
right there in the gusset of those fancy knickers. Some more hard
fingering on that patch, right between her quivering legs, and the
heels of her shoes were clicking against the wooden floor. I could feel
her fingers digging into my hands as I kept her held down and she was
still begging, but not to be released. . . not then.

"You bastards . . . it's Jodi, isn't it? You little shit, I've heard
about you. What are you going to do . . ."

She soon found out. By then every guy in the gang had a hardon he could
have poked holes in a rockface with. Will and Micky hoisted up Miss
Bailey's ankles and held them so her legs were pointing straight up in
the air. And it was then she felt those nice French knickers being
hoisted aloft for everybody to look at. Not that they were, of course,
everybody was looking at her Berkeley hunt now that it was on display
and watching Jodi give it some friendly rubs even before the knickers
were lifted off over her shoes. Somebody grabbed the purple passion
panties, for a souvenir I guess, though nobody had any pockets
available by that time. Except me, and I was stripping off as well
because the teacher was firmly under control now with her legs still
being firmly held -- only now they were being firmly held and also wide
open. While Will and Micky kept her in the 'God, I'm going to get
fucked' position, Jacko and me were pulling on her tits and Jodi began
humping away inside the teacher's tight little cunt like a runaway pile
driver.

God, but she was a noisy bitch once she had a cock inside her. We had
to hang a whole lot of clothes over the top of the horses to muffle the
sounds Sarah was making without choking her. I guess she had plenty of
reasons to sound off though because she seemed to be coming at least as
often as her partners. So a good time was had by all, and it was only
the beginning.

After we'd all taken the edge off our appetite we lifted our well sexed
up prisoner out from between the horses, still with her eyes bandaged
over but wearing nothing but her shoes. We made a pile of clothes on
the floor, knelt her down on it and began playing a game that keeps
even a teacher from talking. Lots of cock sucking, lots of fun, she
gets to swallow everything that comes her way, and we even took the
pillowslip and the scarf off her face so the teacher could look up and
see how well she was getting the lesson across to the pupil she was
working with. The first trick she had to be taught was to do a very
good job of cock sucking, but that's easily learnt when a pupil with a
cocked fist is doing the teaching. The other trick she had to master
was how to smile with a full mouth every time the camera flash went
off.

When she'd been a good little teacher and learnt her lessons properly
we let her rest her sore jaw by dropping her face down between the
horses and giving it to her doggy style. About then every one of us was
starting to buckle at the knees. I only managed to finish off my last
fuck by trying to imagine all the things we could do with two teachers
both terrified by the photos we had of them. The idea of sharing a bed
between a nude Christine Dunkley and a naked Sarah Bailey, both of them
taking turns to suck on my cock while the rest of the guys watched them
. . . well, I came, but I was so sore I could barely piss for a week,
let along fuck any girl.

Fortunately, we all made a fine recovery, even Sarah, though we left
her lying between the horses like a stranded whale. Oddly enough she
turned up bright as a button the next day, smiling at everybody, and
especially at Jodi. It turned out that not only was she a very
satisfied girl, she was a very apprehensive one in respect to a certain
roll of film. Jodi gave her the straight word: do as you're told, or
else.

Miss Bailey fluttered her eyelids when she was given the message,
sighed deeply enough to strain her boobs against her dress and agreed.
What she didn't know was the sort of party tricks she was going to have
to learn, or the kind of party where she was going to show them off.
The only teacher who could have dropped a hint or two about that was
Christine Dunkley, and she was too frightened to say anything to
anybody unless Jodi told her to. Jesus, I couldn't wait for my prick to
get back into full working order again.

THE END

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