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Subject: {ASSM} "HORSING AROUND" (M+/F; non cons; school)
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"HORSING AROUND" (M+/F; non cons; school)

By

David Shaw
<shaw.alphamale@gmail.com>

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Jodi Malenger and the boys give another female school teacher a very
hard time

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After Jodi and the rest of us in his gang had had our fun with Ms
Dunkley we wanted to do it all over again with another teacher.

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

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

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

Now, have you seen any of those wooden vaulting horses? The ones that
come in sections, and are triangular, broad at the bottom and getting
narrower towards the top, with the leather strip on the topmost
section. We'd put two of them together, side by side, so there was a V
shaped gap between them. And we pushed that struggling teacher right
up against the horses with her back to the gap. Then we grabbed her
legs and tipped her over between the horses with her hips just clear
of the edge of each vaulting horse. By the time she couldn't slip down
any further and she couldn't get up either because we smacked her
knuckles with a ruler every time she tried to get a handhold on top of
one of the horses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All we had to do then was to take them off her, but we kept the
teacher in suspense for as long as we could. She tried to keep her
thighs clamped together when Jodi's fingers burrowed down between them
but that last line of defense soon surrendered. A few quick rubs and
she admitted defeat by opening her legs for everybody to see the damp
patch right there in the gusset of those fancy knickers. Some more
hard fingering on that patch, between her quivering legs, and the
heels of her shoes were clicking against the wooden floor as though
she was tap dancing.

"You bastards . . . it's Jodi, isn't it? You little shit, I've heard
about you. Are you going to keep me down here while you all fuck me?
Come on, at least tell me what you're going to do . . ."

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

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

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

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

Fortunately, we all made a fine recovery, even Sarah, though we left
her lying between the gymn horses like a dead fish on a slab with a
year's supply of spunk leaking out of her cunt. Oddly enough she
turned up bright as a button the next day, smiling at everybody, and
especially at Jodi. It turned out that not only was she a very
satisfied girl, she was a very apprehensive one in respect to a
certain set of finely detailed pictures. Jodi gave her the straight
word: do as you're told, or else.

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

THE END

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