Jodi 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 lots of submissions' 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."

END OF PART ONE

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