RIDING THE JAVELIN
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.
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
gymn 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 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
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 defenses, 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 neater 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
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
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, 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
"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?"
IN THE MEMBERS SECTION