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

By

DAVID SHAW
shaw.alphamale@gmail.com

www.alphamalestories.com

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY

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Jodi Malenger and the gang were spending an educational afternoon
stripping off one of the girls in the school gym equipment storeroom.
All they had in mind was playing 'three falls and a submission' with
her on top of the pile of judo mats. Until Ms Dunkley came storming in
wearing her high boots and pleated skirt. Things looked tense for a
while, until Jodi put the teacher on her tiptoes and her best
behavior.
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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. Linda 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 as everybody else 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 girl in the school
certainly knew it. She must have also known 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 skirt, 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. My name's Andy.

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 were getting past her defenses, which was why she was making
so much noise. After a few minutes though she changed her tactics and
settled for gasping and wriggling around 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 -- literally. Mind you, she was a lot less neater than she had
been, with her shirt half pulled out at the waist and her udders
hefted around so much they'd just about popped out of her bra cups.
All it needed was for those nicely shaped stiff blue cups to slip down
another inch and Miss Beresford would be falling right into our
hands.

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

"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  floor 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 mouthful of cock and
the flag jutting out proudly from her posterior -- a patriotic girl to
the very end, as some smartarse said. Well, me, to tell the truth.
Janet had been a very embarrassed girl , 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 held 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 bare
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 an arse cheek each to play with, while 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, making noises like the little steam engine that could as
Jodi did things to her which made sure she soon would.

"Oh, God, you're going to do it to me, aren't you?" she asked, which
in a better class school than ours would have been described as a
rhetorical question.

Jodi laughed and rubbed her cunt with his fingers as Linda's skin
flushed red from neckline to hairline. But if she thought that being
touched up while we watched was an embarrassing experience then she
sure had a lot to learn.

"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 Linda out of her shirt was a job nobody minded lending a hand
with. Especially as we bounced 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 holster, showing off a nipple that
looked as hard as a walnut shell and felt like an indiarubber eraser
when I nipped it between my fingers. Linda called me an evil  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 shocked but really making
sure we were all watching her being treated like a Saturday night
slag. I reckoned it was exactly what she'd been waiting for ever since
she'd started hanging 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 coming out of Jodi's mouth.

"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 still 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 us backed up his
good work by grabbing whatever we could. Linda threw her head back,
saying "God! God! God!" 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 frenched her. It was just then that I
heard a female gasp of outrage and it certainly couldn't have come
from Linda, not with Will's tongue halfway down her throat. We spun
around and gaped at the teacher standing next to the mats, a female
teacher who was watching everything that was going on with eyes
bulging out of her head like a dead cod on a fishmonger's slab.

Mrs Dunkley her name was, a maths 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 but
we'd really made things difficult for her in every class she'd had
with us. Ma Dunkley was what Jodi called her and, naturally, he'd
caused her more problems 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 with a generally miserable look on her face, but she wore tight
sweaters all the time and underneath those sweaters were the biggest
set of jugs 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 bristols bounced
on ahead.

Another thing we'd all noticed about her was that she always wore
boots which reached up almost to her knees. There had been a lot of
dirty minded speculation about those boots and whether maybe she was
hotter than she let on, wedding ring or no wedding ring. But not right
then, not when she suddenly came into the store room, because the shit
had fallen into the muck spreader all right. If reported this little
lot we'd all be on our way to court. 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 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,
pulling up her knickers even faster than they'd been pulled down.

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 lust crazed boys: she looked more like a
gymnkhana rider whose horse had gone sprawling at the first fence;
lots of effort, lots of excitement, but no jumps. Though Ma Dunkley
distracted my attention quickly enough with an angry shout.

"Malenger, come back here!"

Well, he did, out from the back of the 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 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. Because that was what Jodi did as he snarled a command at
the woman.

"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 point of the
javelin 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
pointed end of the javelin behind the teacher's back 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 trying to balance on the toes of her
boots. She shrieked like a factory whistle, 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 for a woman to have her 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, she can barely touch the
floor, so almost all of her body weight is pressing down on those soft
sensitive areas between the inner thighs and on top of that round
strip of steel. The javelin bowed underneath Ma Dunkley's weight but
it didn't stop us from lifting her up and taking several shuffling
steps as she swayed from side to side, her boots tilted down like a
ballet dancer's and screeching out in fear and pain as she found out
she was being ridden on the next worst thing to a knife edge.

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

"Down with her. Just a touch, that's all. Will, you take my place
here."

So there was the scene, Mrs Dunkley with her skirt piled up, legs
straight down 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 her knockers in my hands.
It was a dick stiffening moment.

"Keep her like that," Jodi snapped.

Moving as quickly as a striking ferret, he reached out to the teacher
and gave one of her earrings a sharp tug, making her cry out again.

"What do you think about this, 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. Jodi would twist
Ma Dunkley's ear off or split her on top of 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 massaged her neck muscles, almost in a gentle way.

"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 by the time you came bursting in. My idea is
that you heard her sure, except that you waited a while before you
came in. Were you waiting because you thought you could get rid of
us?"

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

"What do you mean?"

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

"No, I never thought that!"

"Ah, but I say you fucking well did. And I say you might be the one
who has to leave the school because we'll soon be able to tell some
stories about you that nobody will ever forget. 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 and a whimper with
each of Jodi's hand movements. She looked totally gob smacked.

"First question, Ms 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 really put her 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 go on another rough ride.

"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 scene."

"Fair enough, I don't want to make you change places with big tits
here, 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 bristols 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, hard enough to make the woman shudder. "Are you
listening, Ms Dunkley?"

"Yes, I'm listening, Jodi."

"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, Ms Dunkley?"

Her answer was music to our ears, mumbled but obedient: "Yes, I
understand. I'll do it every time, I promise."

To me, this was incredible. The teacher was almost twice our age, a
married woman, and whatever we did she should have been able to
control the situation. Instead Jodi had her totally mind fucked. It
was his personality, his determination to dominate her and his
readiness to hurt her as much as necessary which had broken Ma Dunkley
so quickly. Unless the teacher had been waiting outside to get up the
courage to walk in on a situation where anything might happen to her.
Maybe she'd been wondering about what we might do to her if she did
come in on her own. If so, she was getting her curiosity satisfied.
But not as much as she was going to satisfy us.

Jodi left one hand on her neck, took the other one from her ear and
slid his outstretched fingers gently down one of the arms pushed
straight down in front of the teacher's body as she kept trying to
relieve the pain of being straddled on the javelin.

"Hmm, just to make it more interesting yet, we'll make a second rule.
After you've introduced yourself, you'll say you'll do whatever you're
told to by whoever's handling your knockers. Have you got that?"

"Yes, Jodi, I've got it."

She wasn't even mumbling her responses, she was calling them out loud
and clear for all of use to hear.

"So what happens when I do this?"

He grabbed her right hand mound and got an immediate response.

"Hello, my name is Christine, I'm very pleased to meet you and I'll do
whatever you tell me to."

All of us chuckled in delight at the teacher's unconditional 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 the girl's breasts 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 as
Jodi snarled with anger.

"I don't allow back chat from any female in here. In this room they do
as they're told."

He must have given one of her teats a real tough turn with his hand
because she cried out again, a genuine yelp. Jodi was getting the
message across in his own unmatched style.

"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 that
she'll she'll do whatever she's told to. Otherwise she'll be a fucking
sorry bitch."

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

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 want
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, the muscles in them quickly losing their strength
in a desperate effort to keep her body weight off it. Her problem was
that it was a body with a lot of weight  -- in all kinds of
interesting places.

"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 our tamed school girl by the tits again and she was
responding as ordered to his mammary stimulated cues

"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 mine?"

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 the girls get shagged by everybody in the gang."

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. 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. Micky and I were
fascinated by the way her leg muscles were flexing underneath those
dark stockings as she wriggled around on top of the javelin trying to
find a position -- any position -- which wasn't as painful as the one
she was trapped 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, I'm
pleased to meet you and I'll do anything you tell me to."

"Will you really, Ms 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 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 Linda will have to do whatever you
tell her too, just as I'm sure I'm going to have to do everything you
tell me to. Please, Jodi, let me do it for you now. On my knees with
your cock in your mouth and with all your mates watching me! Anything
you like, if you'll only let me down, please!"

I looked at Micky 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 Ma Dunkley seemed almost calm as she
admitted out loud she was Jodi's to do with as he liked. Oh God, make
this afternoon last for ever.

"Well, yeah, that sounds like a reasonable offer," Jodi responded,
smiling like a cat that had not only swallowed the cream but was
wallowing in it as well. "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 while we do that perhaps we won't lift you up on your toes
again. Do you want us to begin stripping you off?"

"Yes, Jodi, anything you want."

He laughed. "Now that's what I like to hear. And how about we fuck you
and Linda side by side?"

"For God's sake, anything, I'll do anything, Jodi, sir, master --
anything!"

My toes curled up as I listened to this. God, but Jodi had really put
this middle aged bitch right back into her box. And everybody knew
that she was going to have to do everything she was promising she
would. And some other things she probably couldn't even imagine.

"Well, that sounds fine. But suppose we stripped you to the waist and
let all the lads play with those huge tits 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."

Either the javelin was really ripping up our captured educator 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 feeling Mrs Dunkley's big fat bristols?"

He certainly had our approval on that notion as we snarled like wolves
gathering 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 vain protest as we gave her another swift lift, her
wide hips wriggling on top of the javelin as though she was impaled on
an electrified fence. Jodi tugged the teacher's earring again to make
sure she was listening.

"So how about that idea, Christine? You absolutely sure you want a
free for all fuckfest?"

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

If Ma Dunkley hadn't known much before about how to enforce discipline
she was certainly learning a lot about the subject now.

"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 when we settled
her back onto her heels. As Linda and Jodi tugged at the tight fitting
sweater she instantly held her arms up over her head and kept them
there as the material was worked 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 those."

If there's ever been a more unnecessary suggestion I can't imagine
where or when it was made.  Will and Jacko were taking deep breaths
and even Jodi looked startled. Then he and Linda jerked the sweater up
further until it was caught around Christine'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 of tit flesh in front of her?

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, massive boobs out on
the shop window, the waist band of her skirt hauled down tight around
her well rounded hips and the top of a white girdle peeping just 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. For the boys who hadn't been good, anyway.

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 to
the queue, if you'll forgive the pun. And even so he ended up behind
Jacko. Not that Mrs Dunkley knew the difference. She just knew we were
taking turns at feeling her fun bags and as she was fondled she
repeated loudly over and over 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 getting my share of the
free 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," Ms Dunkley said
again, almost gabbling the words but loud enough for us to hear them,
even though she was partially muffled by the sweater across her face.
Mark got in between Will and the teacher, lifted up a roll of the
sweater high enough to reveal her mouth hanging open and put his lips
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 her skirt and I was finally
able to get my fingers on both of her bra 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 back against the
stiff fabric. I wondered how she'd react to another frenching and gave
the inside of her mouth a licking. What I got back in response was a
squirming tongue that  lashed back against mine like a cow cleaning
out an oat trough.

The teacher had no idea who she was kissing and didn't care. I pushed
two fingers down between the rolls of flesh squeezed together at the
top of her 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 tongue 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 a lot of territory to cover.

"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 face and she stared at me as if she was drunk:  "Oh, Christ,
Andy, what are you all doing to me?"

"Getting you ready to be fucked," I told her truthfully and the
storage racks rattled again as her wide arse began to shimmy like a
belly dancer's. Jacko's right hand was jammed in between her partly
lowered tights and Christine's eyes were wide open now. She bellowed
with the urgency of  a cow desperately needing to be milked as Jacko
brought her to the brink of a screeching orgasm.

"Out of the way, lads."

We reluctantly moved aside. 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?"

The teacher was trembling but her voice hardly quivered as she
answered.

"Yes, Jodi. Whatever you want. I'd love to do that for you."

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 the
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 the bra 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 how 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 big cups slid halfway down
her bust. We stared open mouthed at the size of her partially revealed
teats, 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. Knowing every eye in
the room was watching her clothing fall off the teacher still kept
pumping away at Jodi's cock, not missing a beat. He dropped his knife
on the shelf, grabbed the bottom part of her bra and dragged it down
until her plump bouncers 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 firmly held captive 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,
facing us with legs and arms stretched out, was Linda, still wearing
that school tie and her shoes and shoes, but nothing else. Her feet
were well 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 the devil in pink tights had appeared in the
storeroom right then I don't think she would have even noticed.

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 sharp point of the
spear. "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  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, 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 both of our victims cried out in
protest. That camera was going to be an instrument of fate for them
and they knew it. The teacher wailed as she had every piece of
clothing either pulled off or cut off. So I took some good exposures
as she was thoroughly exposed herself in every quivering inch. The
remains of her tights ended up around the tops of her boots and we
giggled at the sight of her thick black bush before we took turns at
stroking the inside of her legs -- Jodi's orders. Very soon Christine
Dunkley couldn't have cared less about the camera.

"For God's sake, Jodi, tell them to fuck me, please!" she begged.
"Don't keep me hanging around anymore, I can't stand it!"

Yeah, well, she had a sense of humor, you had to give her that. And
while Ms Dunkley was begging some of her pupils to screw the arse off
her I took some souvenir snaps of the Jodi educated teacher, some in
close up with hair all over her face, lips drawn back, and her teeth
snapping like a fox going down underneath a pack of hounds. God, she
looked good in those boots, with hands all over her bristols and arse
cheeks and thighs. She also sounded as if she desperately wanted to
come.

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 because nobody else was doing her. 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 demanded.

Jodi lined us up to lick the teacher, with the girl as a side order.
If Christine had been swinging her hips like a belly dancer for Jacko,
what she did with her cunt being licked out underneath the thick patch
of jet black pubic hair was pure Turkish delight.

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 repeatedly 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, photographs or no photographs.

Jodi got Linda to stand face to face with the teacher on the bars, her
legs on both side of Christine's, both of them face to face and
kissing each as we finally fingered both of them. There were yells of
approval as they did a full bumps and grind routine against  each
other, then shouted aloud and slapped their lips together again as
they both came. Then we took them down and put them on their knees,
side by side. This was another great moment. First Jodi had Linda take
his cock in her mouth while the teacher held it steady for her. Mrs
Dunkley was watching Linda's mouth action very closely, although it
didn't last long before Jodi ordered a change over.

No, our married teacher didn't hesitate for even the blink of an eye
before she was sucking on Jodi's cunt slicer like a vacuum cleaner
salesman demonstrating the latest product. High boots, big naked arse
quivering, huge tits shaking like balloons in a gale and her eyes
staring up at Jodi as she did everything she could think of 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 the teacher's legs
as far apart as we possibly could. Jodi rammed his length into her and
she yelled out as if it was a red hot poker getting pushed up her
snatch. Ma Dunkley's eyes rolled back and she screamed out: "Fuck,
fuck, fuck!"

Well, OK. We did. All of us. We fucked both of them out of their
minds.

Somebody else threw Linda across the mats the other way, face down
across the teacher's stomach, and Jodi had Christine finger 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. 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 mouths than anywhere else: without that
natural training I don't think either Linda or Christine would have
got through that long drawn out 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 leaned over each side of the pile and
worked alternatively -- two minutes each with a mouthful of cock 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 and she
didn't even have much imagination.

Mind you, some of Jodi's notions combined with a lot of fingering had
young Beresford going off like a firework display. He showed her the
carrying handles at each side of the mats and told her he was soon
going to kneel her down on a mat, tie her ankles to two of the handles
and then bring another bunch of lads in to have their fun with her.

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 tied our teacher in the same position on the other side
of the mat for the session . . . well, the woman 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 even saw a drop to prove it. We just about had to drag her
off him like pulling a lioness away from a piece of meat. Mark and
Jacko were kind hearted enough to finger her cunt, something she
desperately needed doing for her again by then. She was on her back on
the mats with her boots on the floor and it it's the only time I've
ever seen anybody tap dancing during an orgasm.

Christine told us afterwards that when she was at college she got
drunk one night, her and two of her girlfriends. Then they'd accepted
a lift from a local celebrity, the ace player of the city soccer club.
They'd gone off together in the back seat of the sportsman's Rolls
Royce. But it seemed to take a long time to get to the party they were
supposed to have been invited to and instead he'd pulled up on a old
airfield, miles from anywhere. The soccer hero told the girls to get
out, into the snow, and when they protested he'd dragged them out.
Then he said he was going to fuck them all and any girl who didn't
want to do it could start walking back to town. But any girl who
wanted to get back into the nice warm luxury car she had to strip off
to her underwear first. Not that any of them would be wearing even
that much for long. And in any case they'd better decide quickly
before their fingers became too numb to undo buttons or zips.

It didn't take long for the three student teachers to decide they'd
rather be sluts who'd come in from the cold than ice goddesses out in
the ice. They'd scrambled back into the Roller almost naked, their
teeth chattering, and found the celebrity on the back seat wearing
nothing himself except a rubber over a rampant erection. A detail
which was easy to spot because all the interior lights were still
switched on. A few minutes later the formerly shy and genteel
Christine was on top of the footballer with her friends still hugging
her and the celebrity cock providing instant central heating. The wind
moaned and howled outside, and so did the girls as each of them was
made well aware of the exact dimensions and shape of the ace player's
well endowed penis. Christine said that it soon seemed a very sociable
thing, all three of them getting their heads together to blow the guy,
like sharing a meal. So was taking a turn on the big cock in a round
robin fuck with the love juices from the three quims already mixed
together on the slippery head. It had been a top scoring match for the
striker with the big sticker in his shorts and the student teachers
weren't students anymore -- not in what mattered.

So there it was, it seemed our Ms Dunkley had once been something of a
whore and now we'd made her renew her membership of that wonderful
body of bodies. Anyway, she got her chance for another penalty shoot
out in grand Jodi style. We got it organized a week later. Five mats,
three of our best trained girls, a whole bunch of guys from another
town and two female teachers. Yeah, two. I'll tell you about that
later. Anyway, the other guys came in, saw these five kneeling females
on top of five piles of mats, ankles tightly secured, and the visiting
team went wild to start scoring. We handed out a couple of canes to
help things along, introduced them to the teachers and the girls and
then settled down to watch the strip show. Jodi insisted on using a
watch for the foreplay. One minute between removing each piece of
clothing and you could only touch what was already bare. One stroke on
the bottom of the girl losing the garment on that turn, and then she
had to give a minute's follow up blow job. Jodi had priority of
course. He went down the line twice before he shot into Janet Saunders
throat. Oh well, she was the school's head girl after all.

Not that I minded, I shot my wad into Miss Bailey's mouth just after
her panties were hauled down and her rear was still stinging from the
cane. Miss Bailey? Oh yeah, I said I'd tell you about her, didn't I?

Maybe later.

THE END

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