David Shaw
Naughty Schooling
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 gym storeroom 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 gym 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 catfight. 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 neat 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, and 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 forever 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.
