Riding the Javelin

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

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

“Right, let’s have some teat pulling here.”

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

“OK, Andy, fetch the camera.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You rotten bastards, do it to me then, if you’re going to! Fuck me, fuck me!”

“Me as well!” Christine wailed.

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

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

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

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

“OK, let’s take her,” Jodi ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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