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 gym.
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 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 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.