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Authors name: David Shaw (david@f-e-mail.com)
Story title : Riding the Javelin

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

By David Shaw
david@f-e-mail.com


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 storeoom 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 centre 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 defences, 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 storeroom. 

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 pissweak 
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 muckspreader 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 
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 
disppeared 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 enthusiatic 
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 deperately 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 aluminium. 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 grey 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 now, she wasn't demanding now, 
she was asking not to be hurt anymore. And we all knew 
that one or two more quick rides would have her 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 down a 
lot 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 either get us thrown out of the school 
or threaten us into behaving ourselves in future."

"No, I never thought that!"

"Ah, but I say you did. And I say that people who go in 
for blackmail deserve to be blackmailed themselves. 
What-do-you-think-about-that?"

He emphasised 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 around."

"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 anymore 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 oustretched 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'm very pleased to meet you.' 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'm 
very pleased to meet you."

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 backchat 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. You're 
certainly not going to be in any position to blackmail 
us, 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 pissarse 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 
suprised 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 
answers?"

"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 enforced her surrender with quickly 
delivered demands.
 
"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 there than was 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 bra strap and she gave a little grunt as he cut 
through it with one quick movement, letting her entire 
upperworks 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 colour 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 gawped 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 oustretched, was Linda, still wearing 
that school tie and her 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 crucifiction 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 made 
the Vicar's eyes pop out 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 manouvering 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 millimetre 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 coloured 
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 humour, 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 and mouth open and 
her teeth clenched like a fox going down underneath a 
pack of hounds. 

Oh yea, 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 little 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 Freisland's 
forehead and the same kind of bovine stupified 
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 tenderising 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 the way she 
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 a pack of bastards. Then Mrs Dunkley's 
eyes kind of rolled back and she shouted out wildly: 
"Fuck me, you 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 mouth to cock 
rescusitation 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 took their turns -- 
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 handholes and tie her 
ankles to it. Another length of rope through the 
handholes 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.

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 labour 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 one of Jodi's mates for a great 
big party well off the beaten track. 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 the transport 
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 ahve 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