Dora was big. Bigger than a woman was supposed to be, and although she wasn't at all bad looking, her size alone was what discouraged men from trying to make love to her. After all, who would want to fuck a girl that could break your back with one powerful squeeze of her legs when she went into orgasm? No one tried, so no one found out just how passionate Dora could be. Not until three little boys that were students in her classroom found out that the teacher that was supposed to be an ogre was really just a minor demon that longed to be loved. And although they might have started out with stinging ass cheeks as she vented her fury on them for their problems in school, they all wound up looking forward to her wrath as they well knew the rewards that would follow. A small dick, a medium dick, and a large dick. They would all sample and love every part of the huge female body that Dora had to offer. And the dicks just couldn't get large enough for her once she began to get used to them.
CHAPTER ONE
It was Saturday again. Wonderful Saturday. Dora liked Saturdays because they were followed by Sundays, which meant two whole days off. Dora was really tired of the five days a week that she spent in that lousy school with those lousy kids, and if she could afford it, she would quit in a minute.
She was an English teacher, and when she was in school, her grammar and her choice of words were impeccable, but when she was off duty, or thinking about the school, her language would have made a longshoreman blush. Actually, she hadn't been in this particular school for very long. Just a little over a year. And she had come here because she couldn't stand the last one. The last one was in the city, and it was a rough one. Most of the kids carried knives and guns to school instead of pencils and pens, and although she was well able to take care of herself, the daily grind just ground her down until she couldn't stand it any longer.
That's why she took this job in what she figured was a nice quiet suburban school, but it didn't take her too long to find out that kids were kids no matter where they were. Oh these kids didn't carry knives or guns or anything like that, at least not that she knew of, but there were some kids that didn't need those kinds of weapons to make themselves obnoxious. It was just sort of built in, and they could let it out in a million little subtle ways that could make every one of the million nerves in a teacher's body jangle all at once. But she had managed to narrow it down to the three main trouble makers in her class, and she had thought of a way to handle them, but good. And for quite awhile since she had thought of the way, they had been very good.
Dora lay in bed this Saturday morning and stretched. She would be seeing one or two or maybe all three of those boys today, but not actually until the afternoon. And as she thought about the coming get together, she smiled and stretched again. She was fully awake and alert and feeling fine, and she would liked to have gotten up and done some calisthenics, but her very bulk precluded that, so she had to be content with stretching. Not that she wasn't able to do certain kinds of calisthenics, but she wouldn't be doing them until the boys arrived.
Dora had just passed her thirtieth birthday, and she had never been married. In fact, she had never even had a boyfriend, and she could understand why. She got up out of bed and walked into the bathroom to take a look at the reason why in the big full length mirror that formed the back of the bathroom door. She was all alone in the house, naturally, so she had no qualms about removing her nightgown before she left the bedroom. Sometimes she didn't even bother to put it on at night. So when she closed the bathroom door and stood before the mirror, she was wearing nothing but what she was born with. Only there was quite a bit more of it now than there was thirty years ago.
She stood almost five feet ten in her bare feet, but even that unusual height did nothing to distribute the mass of weight that she carried around. It wasn't exactly that floppy, flabby kind of weight, as she was still young enough, and her skin was still resilient enough to contain and control it, but there was much too much of it.
She kept her light brown hair fairly long, because she was afraid that if she cut it short, her head would look like a basketball with a wig on it. But she had to admit that the face itself wasn't too bad. Although very full, the skin was smooth and clear and nicely light complected. The fat didn't show too much around her eyes like it does on many large people, and therefore her eyes were larger than would be expected, and they were also very clear and very blue. The mouth was just the right size to fit that kind of face. Not too small and not too large, and although the lips were pretty full, they were firm and red and to her they looked quite kissable. When she looked further down her body, she could realize why they hadn't gotten all the kisses that she thought they deserved.
A man would have been proud to have a chest that size, although he might not have liked to have the accouterments that went with it. Her tits sagged a bit from their weight, and she put her hands under them and pushed them up into the position that she would have liked them to be in. But she wasn't actually satisfied with them like that either. Of course their enormous size complemented the size of the rest of her body, but she wasn't satisfied with the size of her body either.
It looked as if two basketballs had been stuffed under her skin, and two red pointy circles painted on them. She let go of the tits and looked further down in the mirror until her eyes rested on the area of her belly button. Even that was so big and deep that she could get the end of her finger in it with no trouble, but it was the flesh all around the belly button that made her shake her head. Her stomach was not exactly huge, but it stuck out far enough so that if she looked down along her body, she could not see her crotch.
And to Dora, her crotch was without a doubt the most important part of her, and she spent quite a bit of time examining it and fussing over it. Her mound was very prominent, and the outer lips that split it down the middle were round and fleshy, and the whole thing was covered with even lighter brown hair than she had on her head. So light in fact that she appeared to be almost bald down there. But' she didn't mind that at all, because she liked to see what she was doing. She .thrust her hips forward as far as she could and spread her knees apart and she could see the top of the crack open slightly and the little love bud inside peek out to see what was going on.
She would get back to that later, but first she must finish her inspection tour. The legs she didn't think were half bad. The only problem was that one of her legs would make two of the kind of legs that she wished she had. They were not badly shaped though for her size. The thighs were large, as they would be expected to be, but she did not think they were actually fat. They were just full and round, and she couldn't understand why some man wouldn't like to get between them. Maybe they were just cowards. Maybe they thought that those hefty legs would break their back if she ever got a grip on them with them.
Well, she figured, maybe they were right. If she ever got a real, good sized dick in her, she would probably lose control and break a few bones. But it didn't seem as if that was likely to happen, so she went on to more immediate things. She turned sideways first to examine her ass. And there was plenty of it to examine. It suck out behind her like she was pulling a trailer, but it was firm and round and she was actually proud of it. After her cunt, her ass was her next favorite, and she never tired of examining it either. The only trouble was it was a bit more difficult to get at. But that really didn't faze her, because where there is a will, there is a way.
She had tried many times, and still occasionally continued to try bending over with her back to the mirror until her head was low enough to see backwards between her legs. But although she sometimes managed to get a glimpse of her rear straight on in the mirror, her bulk worked against her and more often than not she would start to fall on her head. And to try to keep her balance, she would start to move forward and inevitably wind up hanging over the bathtub. She settled for just bending over as far as she could and then looking back past the outside of her hip. It worked all right, but not as well as she would have liked. Anyway, it would do for now, because it wasn't her ass that she had in mind to entertain her at this time.
She sat on the toilet, emptied the night's accumulation of wastes from her body, and then returned to the bedroom. She pulled the blankets all the way down to the bottom of the bed, and then spread a large Turkish towel over the sheet. This particular towel was always kept in her bedroom for this one particular purpose. It saved her from making a mess of the sheets, and Dora's big body was capable of making quite a mess.
Actually, she didn't have to do this, because this afternoon she would be doing plenty of this. But it was really the thought of this afternoon that was causing her to do this now, because she just couldn't wait that long. And then again, it had come to be a habit anyway. She couldn't remember the last time that she had got up and got dressed without having a little private orgasm first. It was a sort of a ritual. Every morning, weekdays or weekends, she would go through this very same routine. Wake up, strip naked, if she wasn't already, go to the bathroom and examine herself in the mirror, and then if she was able to hold off long enough she would go to the toilet, and then back to the bedroom to a very satisfying session on the Turkish towel. It was a very simple routine, but a very effective one, and it helped calm her down enough to face the day.
She lay down on the bed flat on her back. She even pushed the pillow over to one side so that she could put her head back and close her eyes and think as she spread her legs wide and placed her hand on the furry patch between them. She didn't have any trouble finding things to think about that would bring her to the proper mood for what she was doing. And as her hand stopped its preliminary fondling and her fingers dug into the slit and pulled out the little piece of meat from which she derived almost all of her pleasure, the scene behind her closed eyelids began to alter the actual facts of the moment and it was no longer her hand that was digging so thoroughly into her rapidly moistening cunt.
But whose hand was it? Harry? Billy? Robby? They were actually Harold, William and Robert, and that's what she called them in school, but when they came to visit her, things were not quite so formal. In fact that were extremely informal, as could be testified to by the fact that she couldn't decide which one's hand was now fondling her clit.
Or was it a hand? Maybe it was a mouth. Then again, maybe that wasn't even her clit, maybe it was a small cock and the hand was her hand. Or maybe her mouth. It didn't make much difference to the feeling that was now running through her body, but as the feeling became more intense, she liked to narrow it down to a certain person and a certain procedure. And the feeling was becoming very intense now, and as her body began to shake so that even the bed was starting to groan under her trembling weight, her rapidly plucking fingers became Robby's mouth, and as usual he was doing a very fine job on her.
All three boys were about the same age, just about twelve years old give or take a few months, but Robby looked even younger. His creamy skin and slightly long, very blonde hair almost made him look like an innocent little girl. It wasn't until he removed his pants that his true sex could be determined, and then there was definitely no doubt that he was a boy. He was just as much of a boy as the other two and they were really boys.
The vision faded as her great midsection heaved and the Turkish towel once more served its purpose and saved her from having to change the sheets. But she didn't get up right away. While the trembles on the inside of her body were gradually calming down, her mind once more went back to the three boys, but her thoughts ran in a slightly different vein than they had just now. She was thinking back to the start of the whole thing, right after she had started working at this new school.
She had expected it to be quite different from the last one that she worked in, and indeed it was. At least for awhile. The kids were much cleaner cut, and it was obvious that they came from a much better environment. They were quite a bit more intelligent than the city kids, and she attributed that to the fact that most of the parents were rather highly paid professional people. They had to be in order to afford the homes that made up this little suburb. And she could also attribute their initial demeanor to the fact that they stood in awe of her. Her size alone was enough to cow them. But that was only in the beginning, before they got to know her very well.
Once she had become familiar to them, they gradually began to revert to what must have been their old ways before she had come there. The class that was originally so silent and attentive, slowly began to become a humming little beehive of surreptitious activity. The mouths that weren't moving in sly whispers to the adjacent kids, were moving slowly in rhythm with the gum or candy that they were chewing. She realized that they were trying to fee! her out, trying to see just how far she would allow them to go.
And the fact that things eventually got worse, she could attribute to being partly her own fault. She didn't want to go back to the rough and tumble tactics that she had been forced to use in the city school, so she tried going about it in a nice way at first. Rather than yell at them and mete out punishment, she tried giving them nice soft family type lectures. And it worked for awhile, but that was only because the kids still didn't know what to make of her.
But each time it happened, and all they got was a little talking to, they began to gain a little more confidence. Many times she was ready to blow her stack and belt the hell out of a couple of them, but she knew that that wouldn't work either. Oh, it would work on the kids all right, but there was still the parents and the school board to take into consideration. And she definitely didn't want to lose this job. She knew that there were very few places that she could go that would be any better than this, and if she got fired, there would be no place for her to go. But she didn't get to be a teacher by being dumb, and she knew that there had to be a way to get around this.
She decided that for a few days she would just let the kids go ahead and do what they wanted, but meanwhile she would be observing very carefully. It wasn't all of the kids that were acting up, even though most of them did join in at one time or another, and if they saw that they were getting away with something, it gave just about all of them the courage to join in. There had to be a few ringleaders, and those were the ones that she wanted to get hold of.
There were a few that she could eliminate right off the bat, and a few that she knew that she would have to give her closest attention to, and it didn't take her long to narrow the field down to only three of the boys. After the third day, she had the three ringleaders firmly in her sights, and she figured that if she could eliminate them, all the rest of them would give it up.
The problem was, how to go about cutting them down to size. The first thing she did was to get out all of their school records, and she wasn't surprised at what she learned. None of the three boys was doing too good, and at least two of them were in imminent danger of failing not only her class, but several of the others as well. This information could give her at least a little bit of leverage. But that information on its own would not do the trick. She had to have something a bit more solid to back it up with.
It wasn't until just about another two weeks had passed that she got her first break. During those two weeks, she noticed that all of the boys had been absent several times. Not all at once, but they seemed to be taking turns. One day one of them would be out, and a couple of days later another, and very occasionally two of them at once. This had been happening all the time that she was there, but she had never paid any attention to it. It was very seldom that everybody showed up anyway. Somebody was always down with a cold or something, and there was nothing unusual about .that. But now that she was concentrating on these three particular boys, she began to discern some kind of a pattern.
She had never questioned them about their absences, as when they arrived at school in the morning, they first had to report to a home room to have the attendance taken, and it was up to the home room teacher to determine whether the absence had been justified or not. And the only way the home room teacher had of telling was by the notes that the kids brought in from their parents. So these three must have been bringing in notes, and Dora knew that she had to take a look at them. And that wasn't hard, because any of the teachers had the authority to go through the records that the home room teacher kept in order to get any information that they required on the students in their class. And after her last class was over one day, Dora went directly to the home room.
The home room teacher never questioned Dora's purpose, but just directed her to the proper files to find what she was looking for. Each of the pupils had an individual file folder, and in it was a copy of all the records that the school kept on them, including all the excuse notes that they had brought in. And Dora had come prepared. She had copies of the boys' test papers with their signatures on them, and she took them and the files to a desk at the rear of the room to compare signatures.
There were certain papers in the files, such as medical releases and so forth that contained the parents' signatures, and as she had already guessed, none of the parents' signatures matched the signatures on the excuse notes. But other signatures did match in other ways. Although the names weren't the same on the test papers as on the notes, each of the boys' handwriting was definitely distinctive. It wasn't difficult at all to figure out who had signed which note. Harold had forged William's mother's name on a couple of his notes and Robert had done the same with Harold's notes. And William had obliged Robert. It seemed as if they had it down to a kind of science as long as they didn't do it too often, they would be able to take a day off just about any time they were so inclined. Now she had them. But now that she had them, what was she going to do with them?
And the answer came to her one morning as she was lying on her Turkish towel preparing herself for the day. If what she had in mind worked out the way that she thought it would, she wouldn't have to be doing this to herself much longer. There were a lot of things to consider though. If the boys somehow didn't go along with it, and spilled the beans, she would be a lot worse off than if she had just gotten fired. However, the rewards seemed to outweigh the chances that she would have to take to get them. She lay back and thought a while longer.
She knew it was wrong, but she also had a gut feeling that it was something that she just had to do. In fact it was her guts that told her she had to do it. One of the reasons that she had to do this in the morning before leaving for school was because of those very kids. Not particularly the three that she had her eye on, but just about all of them. Here she was. going on thirty years old, and the only thing that she had ever had in her was her own finger. And she was just as healthy and lusty and had the same kind of feelings that any other girl had. She wanted something more. But she had long ago given up the idea of ever getting married, or of even having a lover.
Therefore, her attentions had turned to what was nearest at hand. The youth and innocent freshness of those smooth, good-looking young bodies had not escaped her, and in her daily sessions on the towel, she would single one of them out in her mind and concentrate on him so intently that she was almost ashamed to face him in school that day. Her daydreams were so vivid that it seemed almost as if the kid had actually been in bed with her that morning. But she was getting dissatisfied with her daydreams. She wanted more. Something real. And now, it appeared to be within her grasp. It might be dangerous, but as her insides bucked and heaved under the pressure of the orgasmic fluid that was surging through her vagina, she decided that she no longer cared about the danger.
And she also decided on the course that she was going to take that very day. No more Mr. Nice Guy. She was going to crack down, and hard, and she knew just how to do it. She had had plenty of experience at it. She didn't want to do it, not that she minded doing it, because it had become a part of her life and she was used to it. She felt that life had treated her pretty bad, and she didn't mind taking it out on someone else, but she had been trying to hold back. She had been trying to start a new kind of life. But it wasn't going to work.
She could be a pussycat if she wanted to, but she would have to force herself to be like that. That wasn't the real Dora, and she had been forcing herself for too long. Now she was going to let the real Dora show through, at least for this one day. If this worked out, she would be able to let both sides of her show at the same time. She figured that if she could eliminate the trouble makers in the class room, there would be no need for the ogre in her to come out, and she could just go on without having to force herself either way. But while she might return to being a pussycat in the classroom, she was going to be a tiger outside of the classroom. And those three boys were going to be her meat.
She was behind her desk as usual when the bell rang and the kids started trooping into the room. And trooping was the word for it. They had figured by now that they had her completely cowed, and they made no effort to sit down and get to work. She just sat there until they all eventually found their seats, and just let them blow off steam until she had a full head of her own steam up. And as usual, it was the same three boys that were the core of the whole matter. Their seats were in about the middle of the room, with Robert sitting behind William and Harold sitting across from Robert.
The three of them were twisted around in their seats and talking, not whispering to each other and laughing and giggling and stirring up all the fuss that they could. Naturally, they had just about all the others going too, and Dora was glad of one thing. She was glad that all three of the boys showed up today, because she didn't want any of them missing out on this. She didn't say a word, but simply got up from behind her desk and walked down the center aisle where she would be right in between them.
She stood there between Harold and Robert with William right in front of her and she seemed to tower over them like some monster out of a movie as she placed her hands on her hips and glowered down on them with the fiercest look that she could muster up. The entire room gradually quieted down until only the expectant breathing could be heard, and the grins on the faces of the three boys might have still been there, but they were uncertain grins now. They weren't sure whether the worm had turned, or if this was just a show of force that they could easily overcome. They quickly found out.
Still without a word, Dora reached down and took Robert by the back of the shirt collar with one hand and Harold by the same place with the other hand and effortlessly lifted them to their feet. She then marched them up the aisle to the front of the room and then went back and got William and brought him up to join them. Then she lined all three of them up along the blackboard, spaced several feet apart and facing the board. She handed each of them a piece of chalk and told them to write 'I've got a big mouth' on the board in great big letters and sign their name under it. Then she picked up the pointer from the chalk tray at the bottom of the board and stood to one side and slapped it menacingly in her hand as she watched them.
There was a moment's hesitation as they looked at each other in bewilderment, but they must have all decided at the same time that she was not kidding, and one by one their hands went up with the chalk in them and they started to write. There was not a peep out of the rest of the class. When they had finished, she told them to turn around and face the class and step to one side so that the class could see what they had written. As they looked at their classmates, they still had silly little grins on their faces, which were meant to make a show of defiance, but it was plainly obvious to all who saw the grins that they were not sincere.
For about five minutes, Dora just stood there at the side of the board, slapping the pointer in her hand and not saying a word. To them, all of them, it seemed more like five hours, but she didn't move until she saw the grins fade from their faces and a worried look take their places. Then she simply told them that she wanted to see all three of them after school and sent them back to their seats and sat back down at her desk and started the lesson.
Her face remained as grim as ever all through the period, but on the inside she was smiling broadly. If she wanted to, she could just let the whole thing drop right there. She was almost sure that they would give her no more trouble, and neither would the rest of the class now that they had seen their 'heroes' knocked off their pedestal. But that wasn't the idea of the whole thing. She had been working toward one specific goal, and she was not about to give it up now that she had gone this far.
She would like to have started in on them that very night, but it was a bit too soon. She really didn't have any concrete plans, and now that she was so close to her goal, she realized that she would have to do some more preparing, both of herself and of them before she could get right down to the nitty-gritty. That one little scare would not be enough for the enormous plans that she was in the process of concocting for them, and she would have to use this day to put the clincher on it.
This was Friday, and she had the whole weekend ahead of her, and if she pulled this off right, she would not be sitting in her little house alone all weekend. And she would not have to use that Turkish towel all by herself several times a day. Maybe she wouldn't have to use it at all. But she realized that she was thinking a little bit too far ahead. First she had to get their reactions to the clincher that she had up her sleeve. And as soon as the class was over for the day, and only the three boys remained in their seats, she told them to wait right there, and she went back to the home room to get what she would need.
When she returned with their files in her hand, she didn't go into the room right away, but paused outside the door to listen. Not a sound came from the room, which was a good sign. They weren't even whispering to each other. Her little show in the classroom today had obviously had an even better effect than she had thought. She was sure now that what she was going to show them would tie the whole thing up in a neat package.
CHAPTER TWO
She sat down at her desk and beckoned to the boys to come up to her and had them stand at the front of the desk where she could see their faces. Then she spread out the file folders in front of her and removed all of the excuse notes from each one of them and laid them in front of the boys that they belonged to. Once glance at the sick look that suddenly came over each face and she had all she could do to keep from smiling her feelings outwardly.
There was no doubt that they knew what it was all about already, and she felt that she still could have quit right there. But she was not about to. She was going to keep rubbing it in until she had them in a position where she would be able to do anything that she wanted to with them. After all, that was the goal. But she didn't say anything further about the notes right then. She still had more. And the astonished boys looked even sicker when she drew out the copies of their report cards and placed them in front of them. She hadn't thought of it before, but somehow they must have gotten away with not showing them to their parents, and she would bet that the signatures on them were also forged.
She didn't have to know though, and she wasn't going to bother comparing the signatures on them. The scared, white faces in front of her told her all that she needed to know. The package was neatly tied right now, but she decided to put a double knot in it to make double sure.
Dora put everything back into the folders and tucked them under her arm and stood up. She told the boys that since it was Friday afternoon, she had plenty of time, and would be glad to visit each one of their homes and discuss this matter with their parents. She just told them sweetly that she would like to discuss their health, because she figured that it might have been all those absences that were causing such poor grades.
That did it. The three of them busted out in tears at the same time, and although she knew that they were trying to say something to her, she couldn't quite make out what it was. They were all talking at the same time, and none of the voices was distinguishable anyway through the wracking sobs. But as she had said, she had plenty of time, so she just sat back and waited. She was really interested in what they had to say though, so without showing it, she tried to concentrate on them one at a time.
Robert's voice was still rather high pitched, and came through a little better than the others, so she turned her attention to him. She told the others to shut up and asked him what he had to say, and was indeed gratified at his response. He was truly scared to death of what would happen if his parents found out about what he was doing, and he promised to do anything if she didn't tell them about what he was doing. He swore that he would never do it again, that he would study, that he would do his homework, that he would be good in class and etc. and etc. And when she queried the other boys, their stories amounted to almost exactly the same thing. They were all perfectly willing to turn over a completely new leaf. But that wasn't exactly what she wanted.
She didn't go into any more details, as she wanted to leave them hanging in the air. She wanted to give them time to worry and fret about it so that they would be completely softened up when she was ready to get down to business. She told them where she lived and exactly how to get there, and she said she wanted to see them all at her house at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon without fail. She also told them that she was bringing all of their files home with her so that if any of them did not show up, she could go to their house and discuss it with their parents. They all agreed to be at her house, and she had little doubt that any of them would break their promise.
By the time she arrived home, she was probably more nervous and shaking than they were. Not because of what she had done, but because of what she was planning to do. She still had time to back out, as they didn't know anything about what she had in mind, but no matter how she felt, she was determined to go through with it. Even though her insides were trembling, they still demanded satisfaction. They might not have been so loathe to come to her house if they knew that one of them was going to get a cherry, but she couldn't be sure about that and she was going to have to continue to bull her way through. Maybe, with all the big acts they had been putting on, they didn't even know what a cherry was. It had been her experience that the ones that talked the most about it were the ones that knew the least about it.
Well, she would find out tomorrow. She doubted if any of them had a big enough dick to even realize that he was getting a cherry, since she had stuck her fingers in herself so many times that she no longer had the actual hymen. But she was desperate to get something in her besides her own finger, and she figured that her hole would still be small enough to get some satisfaction out of even a small cock. As far as that went, she would be satisfied just to be in contact with a sex organ that was not her own. If it did not take care of her in the accepted way, she was sure that she would find other ways. She may not have had any personal experience, but she had been an avid reader on the subject.
By the next morning, Saturday morning, she was as calm and cool as she had ever been. All the indecisiveness was gone, and now that she had definitely made up her mind, she was going to go through with this as deliberately and thoroughly as possible. And as she lay there in bed on top of the Turkish towel, she came close to forgetting about her daily ritual as she laid out her plans for the day as carefully as she always mapped out her plans for each upcoming class. She had a brilliant and orderly mind, and although she fully recognized that what she was going to do might not be classified as brilliant, at least it showed that she recognized all the pitfalls and would do her best to avoid them.
Whether she would be able to avoid them or not was another story, but she wasn't interested in that story now, only the one that she was presently writing. She was going to show them no mercy. By the time they left this house, they would be even more frightened than they were when they left the school yesterday. Maybe they would eventually grow to like what she had in store for them, or then again they may even like it on this very first day. It was just possible that one or more of them had had some experience with a girl or girls, but she doubted it. But there was little doubt that they had not at least thought of it. She didn't think that there were any boys of their age that were not interested in sex, and she imagined that they had at least read some books on the subject and more than likely had a few dirty pictures tucked away somewhere where their parents weren't likely to find them. She recalled that she herself had done that when she was smaller, and as a matter-of-fact she even had some of that material to this day. It was a bit more sophisticated than the trash she had kept hidden when she was a little girl though.
But enough of that. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize the boys as she placed her hand between her legs and began to delve into the already wet crack. But this time she did not go for the clit. She figured that it would be better to work on the hole itself and get it in some kind of condition for what was coming. It didn't bother her that she had never had anyone mess with her private parts before, in fact the only thing that did bother her was the fact that nobody had messed with her private parts. But she had messed with them so much herself that she didn't think it would make that much difference who did it. As long as someone did it.
She tried to picture them without their clothes on, but she couldn't do a very good job of it. The bodies came through clearly enough, but when she got to the most important part, it seemed to be covered with an indistinct haze. If they had been men, it wouldn't have been that much trouble as she had at least seen plenty of pictures of them in every conceivable pose and doing every conceivable thing that they could do to girls. And she had gone so far as to get herself a powerful little magnifying glass to study the male characteristics even more closely.
But when it came to young boys such as these three, she found herself at a bit of a loss. She tried to picture their genitals as just being sort of miniatures of the adult male genitals, but it still didn't come out too clear. She was wondering if she should picture hair around them, or if the hair would not yet have appeared at their tender age. The cock itself she figured would just be a smaller version of the adult cock, but would they have balls like the man? Would they hang down loosely and temptingly like those in the pictures, or would they still have a way to go before they would become that visible?
Well, all these questions and many more that she couldn't even think of now would be answered in just a few hours. Meanwhile, back to work, and she shoved her big finger as deeply into her vagina as she could and twisted it and crooked it as she pushed it in and out until the tender flesh inside began to send its messages of appreciation straight up through her body into her brain. She only vaguely recognized a slight thought that was running through her mind. She had a pretty big finger, and she wondered if any of the dicks were bigger than her finger. She hoped so. But still, even if they weren't, at least it would be a dick and not her own familiar finger.
It is surprising how long it takes for time to pass when one is waiting for something special. Actually, what was bothering her was that she wanted to get this initial meeting over with. Not that she was particularly worried about it, but that laid saying kept coming back to her: the best laid plans of mice and men etc. And although it seemed as if one o'clock would never come, she knew that it would, and it would pass and the whole afternoon would pass and night would come again and the whole thing would be over. One way or another. She would either go to bed very tired and satisfied and sleep well tonight, or she would not sleep at all.
She knew that she wasn't going to be wearing clothes long after they got there, so she tried to decide just what she would wear. She hadn't decided yet whether she was going to strip them first, or strip herself to put them more in the mood, but she figured that the former would have the most impact. Even if little boys did have dirty little minds, she doubted whether they would be comfortable standing naked in front of a fully dressed woman. The more she thought about it, the hotter her pussy got again, but she paid no attention to it. She figured that a hot pussy would be to her advantage when it came right down to getting things going.
She decided to wear a light one piece dress, rather form fitting, with just a pair of panties under it and no bra. She was well aware of the attention that her massive tits received from all of the boys, and quite a few of the girls too, even when she had them properly under control. If she just let them loose, she could imagine what sort of an impact they would have. Of course it might be wasted on three frightened kids, but it wouldn't hurt. Besides, there would be that much less for her fumbling fingers to cope with when the time came. And she didn't kid herself that her fingers would not be fumbling.
Five minutes to one. A long, long five minutes, and then the doorbell rang. It took her a minute or so to answer the door because she had to stop to look in the mirror to make sure that she was wearing her sternest face, and when she did open it, she found all three of them standing there, and they couldn't have looked more miserable. One glance at them, and she had a hard time even keeping a straight face let alone a mean face. She didn't say anything yet, but just stood back and held the door open and motioned for them to come inside.
They filed into the room and stood there waiting for further instructions while she closed and locked the door, and the file folders lying spread out on the coffee table in front of the couch did not escape their attention. The sight only caused them to look more miserable, and Dora figured that all three of them must have had a pretty bad night. That was all she wanted to know. She was sure now that they were so afraid of their parents reaction if they found out what the kids were doing that she would be free to go ahead.
She didn't beat around the bush. She held the folders in her hand and asked them once more if they would like their parents to see them, and the trembling bodies were enough of an answer for her. Then she asked them what they were willing to do to keep their parents from seeing them, and they managed to find their voices as they answered almost in unison that they would be willing to do anything. Now it was time to get down to business.
She said she wanted to talk to each one of them separately, and so that they wouldn't get together and talk to each other, she was going to put them all into different rooms, and when she was finished they would all get together. First she told Harold to come with her, and she put him in her bedroom and closed the door. Then she took William and placed him in the bathroom and closed that door. Right now, Robert was the one she was most interested in. The cute little girlish boy, and as she made her way back to the living room, she could feel the heat becoming more intense with anticipation inside of her. She was now going to find out how much of a boy Robert really was.
He was still standing by the couch where she had left him, and since he had been deprived of the company of the other boys, he was in a worse state than he had been when he arrived. His peaches and cream complexion looked more like plain cream now, and she went over and stood in front of him. He started to tremble uncontrollably. She looked down at him, and the more she looked, the smaller he seemed to get. The top of his head just barely reached the area of her nipples, but he wasn't looking at the big bust that was almost poking him in the face. He seemed more interested in his feet.
But it was that big bust that she wanted him to see, and she stuck her chest out even more as she told him to look up at her. When he did look up, he could barely see her face above the massive shelf, that confronted him, but her strategy had no effect on him because sex was the furthest thing from his mind right now.
She could see that, but she still decided to continue on course.
She told him that she still had it in mind to tell his parents about it, but she might change her mind if he accepted a good spanking to set things right. And although this was just the thing that he was afraid of, he thought that it might be better to get a spanking from his teacher than from his parents, because once his parents learned of his misdeeds they would never forget it and he would be in for a lot worse things than a spanking. There would be a spanking anyway, but there would also be no allowance, no television, no going out to play, no nothing. So he just gritted his teeth and agreed to it. And although it might have surprised him when she sat down on the couch and told him to take his pants down, he didn't argue. He was in no position to argue. He stood there shaking as he dropped his pants to his ankles, and he still didn't argue when she told him to lower the underpants too. He just did as he was told, and although Dora was getting hotter and hotter, she was a little disappointed at what was revealed to her as the underpants joined the outer pants around his feet.
There was hardly anything to see. His legs, although a bit more muscular, were as smooth and softly round as a girl's legs, and if the hips had been a little more full he could have been mistaken for a girl. She didn't realize what fright would do to a boy, or a man for that matter, and she was surprised to see that rather than his dick and balls hanging down the way she had expected them to be, she could just barely see the little reddish head of his dick as it protruded slightly from his belly. The balls were shriveled up so close underneath it that there appeared to be only a little lump sticking out of his crotch.
As Robert stood there and waited for her next move, he wasn't able to see the disappointment on her face through the watery haze that filled his eyes. But Dora had anticipated that the dicks might be too small to satisfy her, and she figured that if she could do things one way, there were plenty of other ways, so she simply told him to lie down across her lap. And she was surprised that he couldn't feel the clit sticking up through her dress as she looked down at that beautiful full round little ass.
From this angle she could have sworn that she did have a little girl lying across her lap, and she wondered why it intrigued her so. It had always been the boys that she had her eyes on, but then she remembered also admiring the pretty legs that stuck out from beneath those oh so short little skirts. They didn't affect her the same way as the boy legs that she couldn't see under the long pants, but she figured that in the heat of the moment, she would look at anything. And this was indeed the heat of the moment.
And the spanking took so long to start that Robert was beginning to shake even more. All he wanted to do was to get it over with. Actually, Dora did not want to lay a violent hand on that wonderful, meaty ass, but she knew that she no longer had any choice. She didn't raise her hand high, but just high enough so that it would gain enough momentum to produce a good resounding slap and a fairly good sting. And she cupped her hand so that it would not deliver the full force of the blow, but just enough to scare him good.
When her hand met the firm, tender meat of the young cheek, the fingers and the outer edges of her hand did indeed produce the desired sting, and the cupped palm produced a noise that sounded like a muffled shot. She knew that it didn't hurt that much, but it obviously did have the proper effect. Robert did not scream, but he did sob, and the sobs sounded as if he was pulling them back into his throat rather than letting them out. She did it once more, and although she found that she was actually getting to like this, she didn't want to do it again.
Dora figured that she was beginning to like it because she was actually letting out all her years of frustration on Robert, but she managed to hold it back, and rather than raise her hand a third time, she simply let it lie on the hot, smooth flesh. After a minute or so, she started to move her hand around the quivering buttocks as if trying to soothe them, and she couldn't stop herself from going a little further and running her finger through the meaty crack that separated the two fat cheeks. As she did so, her own voice trembled as she asked the-boy whether he preferred her hand to act harshly as it did before, or softly as it was doing now. What choice did he have? fie definitely did not like to be spanked. He would much rather be caressed.
And the caressing he got from then on was enough to calm him down at least somewhat. He had never been caressed like that before. Dora worked her hand slowly and softly and gently over every inch of his bare bottom, delving occasionally into the crack and even going so far as to tickle his asshole with the tip of her finger. But what really caused him to hold his breath was when the hand moved down between his legs and began to softly fondle the meat between the front of his legs.
He was so confused that he still had no idea of what was going on, but he automatically lifted his bottom a bit to give the hand more room. He didn't know whether he did it because it was so uncomfortable with her hand working in that confined space between her lap and his body, or whether he was actually glad that she was doing what she was doing. But if he was glad, why was he glad? The only thing he could think of off hand was that he was glad that she was not hitting him any more. But that couldn't have been the entire reason.
His sobbing and trembling gradually faded as Dora continued to work on him, and the longer she worked the calmer he got, and the more she could feel the results of her endeavors. Now he was just lying there sort of peaceful across her lap as if nothing had happened before, and she could feel the sunken cock coming out of its hiding place and taking on the dimensions that she had expected in the first place. It didn't actually get hard, but it had more body to it, and she somehow knew that she was going to get what she wanted after all.
When she was satisfied that he was going to accept what she was figuring on offering him, she decided to go all out. And although she herself was now trembling with anticipation, her strong arms managed to lift him off of her lap and turn him over so that he was lying across it still, but now he was face up. Or dick up would be a better way to put it, as the dick was indeed coming up by now.
It still wasn't hard, as he still wasn't in that kind of a mood. Robert still didn't know what was happening to him, or what was going to happen, but as far as he was concerned, anything was better than his parents finding out, or even that big hand that had delivered two resounding blows to his tender bottom. So he just lay there resignedly and let her have her way. Come what may, what was happening right now .was a lot better than what he-had imagined was going to happen. And it got better all the time.
As Dora looked down at what she had on her lap, she found that she had to lick her lips often to keep the saliva from running out of her mouth. Somehow the whole thing seemed as if it was one of her daydreams. She couldn't believe it was actually happened until she took hold of the little hunk of meat in her fingers and started to massage it. It felt real. It felt warm. And it felt like it was growing in her hand. And after she shook her head slightly to clear it, she realized that it was real, and for the first time, she, Dora, was holding a real male organ in her hand. And as the truth dawned on her, she forgot all about her elaborate plans and was wondering what to do next.
She needn't have worried though, because even though she might not have realize what she was doing, her future was growing inexorably as she continued to work the meat with her fingers. And Robert was so completely relaxed. So relaxed that he had shut everything out of his mind except what was happening to him now, and he still really couldn't understand that. This was something that had only happened to him in his wildest dreams, for the only hand that had ever touched his dick in this manner previously had been his own. Like Dora, he had dreamt, or rather day dreamed about those same little girl legs that he saw in school, and he had also day dreamed about what could be done with them and what they could do with him.
And now, as he lay backwards across Dora's lap, his mind was so confused that he just closed his eyes and imagined that he was back in his own bed and doing what she was doing to himself. And although he was only eleven, he was so close to being twelve that he was almost a man, and he had soaked the front of his pajamas and his sheets many times when he had done this. And that was something that Dora hadn't thought about as the small prick grew into a healthy sausage under her ministrations and began to quiver and throb in her hand.
Robert was all ready now,. He could feel his insides getting tense, and his whole body was getting set for the release, when all of a sudden it was he who" was suddenly disappointed. Dora was so completely unfamiliar with this that she didn't recognize the signs that his body was giving off, and instead of carrying it on to completion, she stopped when his meat had grown into a healthy handful and told him to get up. He was so far gone now, just as he had been before when he was so scared, that he didn't argue. Maybe she had something else in mind. Whatever it was, he was ready for it.
He reluctantly climbed off her lap and stood there on the floor in front of her expectantly. His confusion still caused him to be unable to talk, so he simply waited on her commands, and when she told him to take off the rest of his clothes, including the pants that were still around his feet, he meekly and expectantly obeyed. Without even being told, he even took off his shoes and socks and stood there completely naked with his dick sticking straight out and waiting.
He was standing right in front of her with that pointer pointing right at her and also pointing right at the right place. Dora was sorely tempted to do what she had been dreaming of all along. Just take off her own pants and open her legs and invite him in. There was no doubt in her mind that that erect piece of male meat was bigger than her linger and would do much more than her finger, but something in the back of her mind kept telling her 'not now.' And with her eyes full of boy, it took her awhile to figure out what she was thinking about, and then it came to her. There were still two other boys waiting for her.
But other boys or not, her eyes were still focused on the monster that she herself had created, and she knew that she must do something about it. The only thing that she could think of to do right now was what she had been doing before, so she reached out and took hold of the dick again and found that it felt different than it did before. And it was not just because of the different positions that they were in. The meat had not really grown in size, but it was now so rigid that she could feel every muscle in it, and even feel the blood pulsing through the veins. It seemed to quiver and throb in her hand, and she should have expected that something was going to happen, but even if she did, she was not so well acquainted with this to know what to expect.
As she pushed the loose skin back and forth, she could see that the previously stiff body was beginning to tremble again, but she still was unaware of the warning signs and was actually surprised to see a stream of milky white fluid erupt from the little mouth-like hole at the tip of the dick and land in her lap.
The stream of liquid landed right about where her own crotch was, and then gradually breaking off into little bursts until it finally stopped at the bottom of her dress just above her knees. She tried to hold herself in check so that she would not give away her surprise, but it really wasn't necessary as when she finally looked up into Robert's face, she could see that he wasn't even aware of his surroundings anymore. He was off in a different world. And by the time he returned to this one, Dora had also regained her composure.
Her own insides were burning so badly now that it felt as if a thousand tiny prisoners were trying to burn their way out of her with blow torches, but she at least had regained her senses enough to know that the best was yet to come, and she mentally gritted her teeth as she told Robert to sit down on the couch and wait for her. There were still two more boys to take care of, and both of them were bigger than Robert, and she was anxious to see how much bigger they were. But which one should she go to first? Harold in the bedroom? Or William in the bathroom? And something inside of her told her that she had to go to the bathroom.
William was sitting there on the toilet seat, but he wasn't going to the toilet. He was so scared that he actually felt that he had to go to the toilet, but if he really did have to go chances are he wouldn't have even had the sense to lift up the toilet seat, or even to take his pants down. He had almost shit in his pants before, and he wouldn't have even noticed it if he had done it now as Dora opened the door and came in.
But now Dora had had some experience. She had already been through this and was a little more sophisticated in her knowledge, and she felt as if she could handle this a little bit more smoothly. Of course there were the variables. This was not Robert. This was a different boy, and he could react differently, but as she stood there and looked down at him with the scowl on her face, she really didn't think that it would be that much different. He had the same scared look on his face, and although his skin was a little darker ordinarily than the peaches and cream complexion of Robert, right now it was just as pale as Robert's.
She closed the door behind her so that they were secluded in the bathroom, and stood over hirn with her hands on her hips and looked down at him more or less the same way that she had approached Robert. She had established a pattern now, and she would only change it if the situation warranted it. The only difference that she could see in this confrontation so far was that instead of looking down at his feet. William was looking straight up at her. But that didn't make too much difference, because the fear was still there in his face. He just seemed to be trying to figure out what was coming.
And like Robert, he didn't seem to pay any attention to the massive breasts that she threw out for his inspection. Now she began to think that that was a good sign rather than a bad one. It showed that the mind was in such a muddle that it could not recognize a good thing from the bad. And now was the time to capitalize on it.
William was taller by a couple of inches than Robert, and although he was very much good-looking, in a boyish way, he was not pretty like Robert. William looked more like a real boy. and she was hoping that the rest of him was more like a real boy than Robert was. She would have been satisfied with Robert if there was only him, but she seemed to be going on to even greater things. Harold was even bigger than William, so she had the funny thought that she was sort of climbing a ladder. Well, she would find out soon.
CHAPTER THREE
She went through the same spell that she had gone through with Robert. Asking him if he would rather take his punishment from her here and now rather than take it from his parents. And although she did not know the reason why Robert had accepted her punishment rather than that of his parents, she figured that William would do the same. And surprisingly enough, he did. Dora may have been familiar enough with kids in the classroom, but she didn't know zilch when it came to family life. She only had an idea about it, and that idea was what led her to believe that the kids wouldn't want their parents to know about their misdeeds. She had no idea of what kind of punishment could be inflicted on them at home. And she didn't know how much the thought of the loss of privileges would affect them. And even though she still didn't know what all the privileges were, she did know that she had hit upon something.
And Dora herself was a bit surprised when this more boyish looking boy readily agreed to have his bare ass spanked by her than by his own parents. She still was totally unaware that he was looking out for his fringe benefits at home, and she just sat down on the toilet seat as he got up and unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to his feet.
But Dora had been through this before, and she didn't want to waste any time, so she told him to take the pants completely off, and also his underpants. When he looked at her in a funny way, as if he was about to get belligerent, she simply said that if she was going to punish him, she was going to do it right, and there was going to be nothing between her hand and his skin. He was going to get the whole works or nothing. At least nothing from her. She would let his parents handle the whole job. And William seemed to wilt visibly as he pushed his underpants down to his feet and then bent over and took them off completely. And as he was bent over removing the pants, she looked at the brown hair on the top of his head and it reminded her so much of the color of the hair on her own cunt that she could feel her clit rising again as she waited impatiently for him to stand up.
Once more, it was a sort of an anticlimax. The head of the dick seemed to be sticking out of his belly just the same as Robert's had at first, and there was the same little lump of flesh sticking out below it. But this time she knew a little bit more about it. She knew that she could make that little head grow into a big marvelous bloom, and she knew just how to do it. The only thing that she was sorry about was that she had gotten so interested in the cock that she had neglected to observe Robert's balls. She still didn't know if the balls would grow as the cock did.
She was determined to find out this time, providing she could control herself enough to remember it. The only thing that worried her was that she could see that the boy in front of her was not as easily led as Robert had been.
Although he did comply with her directives, he did it in a much more reluctant way than the other boy had. She might have a little problem on her hands, but her hands were now a bit more experienced, and she was confident that she could handle the matter. Especially when he folded himself across her lap as she ordered him to and she saw the size of the ass that presented itself to her.
It was not as pretty as Robert's, but it was definitely bigger. She could not detect any growth of hair on it, although she knew that there must be at least a little fuzz. But it looked just as smooth and round and delicious, and she wondered why she thought of that word delicious unless she intended to taste it, as Robert's did. And she also noticed that it was jerking around on her lap the same as the last one, and now that she was getting used to this, she recognized it as the fearful anticipation of what was to come.
That in itself made her more confident, and she raised her hand in preparation for the indoctrinating strike. However, she thought that this would take a little more persuasion than the last one, so she did not cup her palm as much as she had with Robert. This boy was going to need some more convincing, so she was going to have to hurt him a little bit more.
Actually, it was not his demeanor that caused her to do it, but it was more his size. He wasn't that much bigger than Robert, but he was not the pretty girlish boy that Robert was, and they also were not on the couch. On the couch, Robert had been lying out straight, with his head on one side of her and the feet on the other, and he looked pretty big to her in that position. But now she was sitting on the toilet bowl with his ass looking up at her from her lap and his head was hanging down on one side while his feet were on the floor on the other side. The dangling effect of his body made him look a lot bigger than the stretched out effect of the other body.
When the hand came down, she was gratified to hear that it had almost the same results as it had with the other boy. He didn't scream, he didn't cry, he didn't make any loud noises as far as that went. And he didn't suck in his breath as Robert had done, but when he let it out it just came, in a kind of a gasping whoosh. As if he had suddenly had the wind knocked out of him. And as Dora's hand raised again, she felt as if she wanted to go the whole way this time. She didn't want to hold back. She wanted to crack her hand across that fat round ass as hard as she could, but a little trigger in the back of her mind told her not to do it.
She was getting that old feeling again. The feeling that she wanted to take revenge on the whole world, and right now, those two mounds of flesh on her lap consisted of the whole world. Her better judgment took over though, and she halted the swinging arm in midair and slowed it down enough so that it let out a resounding crack and administered a good enough sting, and that was all. There was no sense in blowing the whole thing now, and as William gasped and spluttered as she turned him over on her lap, she knew that there was going to be a lot of blowing coming up.
His dick was still mostly buried in its little hideaway in the lower part of his belly, and the balls were also clinging to the main body as close as they could get, but she knew now that she was going to be able to do something about that. The only thing she had neglected to do after she had spanked him was to reach underneath and give him a little warm-up period. But now that she had at least an idea of what she was doing, she thought that she could do it even better from this angle. The only thing she had to worry about really now was that she didn't cause her own juice to mingle with the juice that Robert had deposited on her.
This position may have been a bit uncomfortable for William since he was hanging over loosely on each side of her lap with his head hanging down on one end and his legs on the other, but it couldn't have been more perfect for Dora. Everything that she wanted was right there in front of her in three dimensional, vivid living color. And his body barely twitched as she took hold of the small piece of meat between her big fingers and started to rub it up and down as she had done to Robert. And she wasn't surprised to find that it reacted the same way that Robert's had.
Even the small sobs stopped, and she could barely detect his breathing as he lay over her legs and just seemed to resign himself to whatever was coming. The only thing she noticed was a sort of stiffness in his body as her attentions began to get results and the little piece of meat gradually came out of its retreat and began to show its true dimensions. And once it had started, there seemed to be no stopping it. Where just a minute or so ago she had had to pluck at it with her fingers, she was now able to use her entire hand on it. And pretty soon even her hand wasn't big enough. She was sure that this boy would be able to satisfy her, and if William was like this, she hardly wait to see what Harold was like.
But first things first, and right now she had to work on this boy enough to at least get him partially interested. From the looks of the rigid meat that she was now holding in her hand he was already more than partially interested, and as she pumped her hand up and down on it and felt his body grow even more tense, she realized that she was about to be christened for the second time. But by this time, she couldn't have cared less if the boys soaked her from head to foot, and she hunched over him and went to work with a zeal that caused his body to tremble again, but not from the fear that he had originally had of her.
This tremble was more like the rumble in a volcano that was about to erupt, and this time she was ready for the eruption. In fact she was so ready that she bent over the quivering crotch with her mouth open ready to catch his offerings, but she still wasn't used to this kind of thing enough to read the signs correctly and she was a little bit too late. Her mouth was still about two inches from the end of his dick when he let go, and although she did get a taste of it, the main part of it shot up past her lips and some of it went up her nostrils while the rest of it made a liquid streak all the way up her face into her eyebrows.
William didn't see what had happened though because his head was still hanging over the side of her lap, and by the time he got up, she had wiped the most of it off with her hands. She realized that it would be something for him to laugh about with the other boys if he knew that he had shot all over his teacher's face, so she just acted as stern as ever as if nothing had happened. She simply got him up onto his feet, and without saying anything further about what had just happened, ordered him to take the rest of his clothes off and wait right there until she told him what to do. He had enjoyed that little interlude all right, but he didn't know what to make of it, and he was just as scared as he was before. And when she went out the door and left him alone, it was as if nothing had happened. Nothing like what did happen that is. He could recall the spanking all right, but he was beginning to wonder if he had dreamed the rest. Anyway, he figured that he had better do as he was told, and he took off the rest of his clothes and sat down on the toilet seat again and resumed his worrying.
Just down the hall was the bedroom. She had to pass the door to the living room to get to it, and all she did was glance in to see if everything was still all right. It was. Robert was sitting on the couch, naked as a jay bird, and hunched over with his hands folded in his lap as if he was still trying to figure out what was going on. She smiled to herself. He would be OK for awhile. And she paused outside the bedroom door before opening it to make sure that all signs of her encounter with William were wiped off her face. She didn't care about the stain on her dress because she couldn't do anything about that anyway, and besides, she figured that there would be more stains anyway before she was through. She took hold of the knob and threw the door open violently.
And her dramatic entrance had its effect. Harold had been sort of sitting and half lying on the bed, but when the door burst open, he found himself on his feet without knowing how he got there. He was so jumpy that it was lucky that he didn't land on the dresser. In other words, he was in just the exact condition that Dora was hoping that he would be in.
Harold was the biggest of the lot, but he still looked small and very cowed as Dora walked directly over to him and stood in front of him. She had established a pattern now, and she would have kept up the same routine if there were three more boys there in addition to these three. Her wild success with the other two had given her so much confidence that she skipped right over most of the preliminaries and got straight down to business.
She didn't give him any choice of whether he wanted to be punished by her or by his parents. She figured that it would all come out the same in the end anyway, so why bother. She just stood there and glared at him and ordered him to take his pants down, only deigning to use enough words to let him know that he was going to get the spanking of his life. And although he was the biggest of the three, he was evidently the chickenest of the three, and he didn't hesitate a second to think things over. His shaking hands fumbled at his belt buckle and he almost ripped the zipper on his fly in his attempt to quickly comply with her orders. And he didn't stop to think either when she told him to remove the underpants also. He didn't have to be told to take them completely off. He was so anxious to please that he just did it automatically.
When Dora saw what kind of a pigeon she had. she once more had a difficult time keeping a stern look on her face. Not that she didn't still feel stern, but she was just elated at the success that she was having. She could hardly believe it. Everything was going so perfect, that she couldn't help thinking that somewhere, somehow, something was bound to go wrong sooner or later. But she wasn't worried about that now as she looked at the half naked boy in front of her. He was running true to form. His dick had retreated into his belly the same as the others had, but she wasn't worried about that either. By now, she knew just what to do about that.
And again, rather than waste time, she pointed her big finger at him and told him to take off his shirt and undershirt also. Why wait until the last minute? Except for his shoes and socks, he was as naked as he could get as she sat down on the edge of the bed and told him what position to take up. She would have preferred to skip this part too, bat it was too late for that. Before she did anything else, she was going to make sure he knew who was boss.
She had reached the top now. It hadn't been her actual intention to go up the ladder like that, but now she was glad that she did. It reminded her of just about everything new that one learns in life. You must start from the bottom and work up. Well that seemed to be just what she was doing. Starting with Robert, ii was like going up a stepladder, although there was not too much distance between the steps. Each boy couldn't have been more than a little over an inch or so taller than the next one, but the inch or so in height made a big difference in the rest of the body. By the time she had reached Harold, it seemed to her that she had gone from spanking a little boy to spanking an almost full grown man.
And when she looked down at the ass that was presented to her across her thighs, she didn't know whether to spank it or just sit and look at it and come in her pants. But the coming would come later, she hoped, and right now she had to get the feel of that large meaty ass on her hand. She had made a big cup out of her hand for Robert, and a smaller cup for William, but this time she made no cup at all. This boy was going to feel the fully fury of her wrath. This boy was the one that was going to bend to her every wish, and she raised her arm high and brought it down almost as hard as she could.
The slap might now have carried far, but she was sure that the scream of pain and surprise that accompanied it had carried far beyond the bedroom door. Harold made no attempt to hold anything back. He didn't sob, he didn't choke, he didn't whimper. He just let out a bellow that even startled Dora. But it didn't deter her at all. She just wound up and let him have another one, and only the sight of the red marks that her hand had left on the otherwise unblemished ass cheeks caused her to stop. Somehow, she felt in the mood to keep on going, just like she had felt with William. But she didn't.
She felt her own hand stinging after, that second wild blow, and she just held it a few inches above his ass as she looked down at the now rosy cheeks. He was still yelling, but she hardly heard them, and gradually the noise became fainter as he realized that she was through. Or at least he hoped she was. He didn't know what to expect next, but he knew that he didn't want any more of that. He had always known that she was big, but he hadn't realized how big and strong her hands were. He would have done anything to get out of having more of that, and he didn't just know that that was what she had in mind.
It might have been only seconds, but it seemed like hours to him as the time dragged on and he just lay there on his belly waiting. Still and all, it was better than what he would have to face at home, providing she didn't start in all over again with the spanking. And when he felt her hand on his bare bottom again his body automatically stiffened as every nerve in it jumped at the same time, but when he realized that the hand was not striking but rather petting, he calmed down a bit. He was totally lost now. He had no idea of what was going on as he felt the hand gently nibbling the tender spots on the cheeks of his ass. Was she building up to something, or was it all over? He quickly found out what she was up to next, but he still didn't understand it. He had never been confronted with a situation like this before, and since he didn't know what to do about it, he just remained the way he was and resigned himself to his fate.
She tried the same thing as she had done with Robert: sticking her hand underneath him and seeking out his boy stuff, but he didn't react the same way. In fact he didn't react at all. Instead of raising his ass as Robert did to give her more room, he just continued to lie there like a lump and take whatever was coming. But by shifting her own legs a little bit, she found room to get in there and get hold of what she was looking for.
His mind may have been confused, and his body may have been tense, but he had no control over what was happening between his legs as the inquiring hand took hold of his dick and started to pull and massage it. At this pint, it didn't make too much difference to him anyway. He actually thought that she was using a different method of hurting him, and he was wairing to see what that method would be. It took him awhile to realize that her intentions were just what they seemed to be, and when he realized that he was not going to be hurt by what she was doing, he relaxed a bir and nature took its course
His sobs, his heavy breathing and even his trembling gradually came to a halt as he found that his dick was growing in the inquisitive hand. He was still scared and confused but now he war, more resigned than ever. The effects of the beating seemed to be overshadowed by the effects of what she was doing to him now, and although he wasn't sure just what it was that she was doing to him. he only knew that it was much better than what she had done to him before He had done this same thing to himself many times, but none of the pictures that he had in his mind as he did it compared to what was happening now.
But he didn't even think to ask himself that question. What was happening now? His mind had not returned to the point yet where it could be inquisitive about things. All he knew was that he was here, he had been hurt, and now he was not being hurt any longer. What was happening to him was something that had never happened before, and he didn't know any more what to do about it than if he had suddenly seen a flying saucer land in front of him and little purple men got out and approached him. He would just have to stand there and see what happened.
And just about the time he began to really get some interesting feelings in his dick, he found himself actually standing there, for the strong arms of his teacher had practically picked him up from her lap and placed him on the floor in front of her. He just stood there, taking no notice of the action that she had caused in his groin, and he didn't even know that his die!: was so hard that it was sticking straight out and pointing right at her. The fog in his mind may have precluded all sensible thoughts, but it had no effect on the requirements of his body.
And although Harold was totally unaware of it. his big teacher was in exactly the same condition that he was in. The top of his head still may not have reached her chin, but the length of his die'; she was sure would reach far inside of her. This was by far the biggest of the three, and as he stood there in front of her that big round sausage looked to her like exactly the thing that she had been craving for all these years. Her own mind seemed to shut down and cut out all sensible thoughts as her body too!: over, and she didn't take her eyes off that wonderful male meat as she lifted her ass off the bed and pulled her own panties off and slipped them off over her shoes. Harold only stared at the big crack that faced him and lie almost choked on his own breath as he watched her sit back down aid spread her legs apart.
The crack grew into a red, moist opening as she put her hands down and spread her pussv lips apart. Harold had seen pictures of it. and he had dreamed about it. but neither his pictures or his dreams had prepared him for the real thing, and he still didn't breathe as he saw her move her hands down and keep spreading the hole until he could plainly see another hole pear the bottom of it. He knew what the hole was all right, but the sight of it in the flesh almost made him turn blue as he still forgot to breathe.
Dora figured that he would know what to do, but when he didn't do anything but stand there and look with eyes that were as big as saucers, she decided that she would have to take matters into her own hands before the spell was broken.
Part of his spell was broken, and the breath escaped his mouth in a gush of wind as she reached out with both hands and grabbed him by the hips and drew him to her. There was no need to maneuver into position or anything, as the setup was just right. She sat there on the edge of the bed with her legs wide open, and he was just about the right height as she pulled him in. The hard cock was sticking out straight and pointing right at the target, and once the end of it was in the crack, the wetness and the funnel effect of the cunt guided it smoothly right into the hole.
Harold made no sound as he felt his dick slipping into the hot wet meat, but Dora couldn't help letting out a little sigh as she finally felt a 'foreign' body invading her. It might have been the first time for both of them, but Harold hadn't been looking forward to it as long as Dora had, and although he had been looking forward to it somewhat, it was only in his boyish dreams, and this seemed to him like just another one of those dreams. It wouldn't take long for him to wake up though.
Once she felt that the end of his dick was in, she reached around and took hold of him by the cheeks of the ass and pulled him all the way to her until the sparse hair on his crotch was tangling with the equally sparse hair on hers. She could definitely feel it inside of her, and although it was a good distance in, she wasn't satisfied until she felt his belly pressing against hers. At the moment, she forgot all about the in and out stuff. She was reveling too much in the fact and the feeling of the male organ penetrating her body, and she just held him there in a vise-like grip until Harold himself finally broke the spell.
Harold had never done this before, and he didn't really know what he was doing now, but this was an act that nature was involved in, and the feel of that hot meat that was wrapped around his dick so tightly told him that he was not supposed to just stand there and soak in it. His body went into involuntary but correct motions, and that triggered Dora's body into joining in with him. Although she relaxed her hold on his ass, she still kept the fat cheeks in her hands as they began to sway back and forth. This was much better, and he didn't even notice the way her hands and fingers were tightening on his ass cheeks again as she helped him to go faster and deeper.
Soon he found that the arms that were flapping so uselessly at his sides were becoming a burden to him end he had to have something to do with them, so without realizing it, he put them around his teacher's neck and was cuddling her to him just as much as she was doing to same thing to him. They were now locked in an embrace that would not open up until the final climax came for both of them. Especially for Dora, because she had been building up to this through her relations with three boys, and this was the final act. No, not the final act. but the high point of the afternoon. There was much more to come a id she knew that even when she did come there would be much more come to come.
Dora never knew what a man's cock felt like, but that made no difference now. Her hold was small enough yet to give her the impression that this was indeed a big cock, and she was very nearly right. Harold may have been shy and withdrawn and easily led and all that, but there was no getting away from it, he was really well hung. And as his dick slammed in and out of her vagina, Dora wondered what she was going to do with the other two boys that were sitting there naked in different rooms waiting for her. She had what she wanted now, and she knew that neither of the other two dicks would be able to put on the performance that this one was doing. Never mind though. She had started it, and she would finish it. She wasn't thinking too clearly as the hard meat rubbed the inside of her soft meat, but she knew that she would find a use for all of them.
Then it came. And for the moment she forgot that anyone else even existed. For the third time she received the offerings of the boys under her command, but this time she didn't see it or get it on her or even taste it. It just seemed to flush out her own insides as it triggered a response from her guts and the two streams seemed to meet head on and explode in the middle of her belly.
Harold's arms tightened around her neck as she squeezed his ass cheeks even harder and pressed his body to her so tightly that he thought that she was trying to get balls and all in. But after a few moments, the passion began to subside, and they were once more Dora the teacher, and Harold, the boy who was getting punished. As far as Harold was concerned, he would take this kind of punishment every day. Several times a day in fact. But that didn't mean that he wasn't still scared. He never thought about mentioning this to anybody and petting his teacher in trouble, because he knew that he was in too much trouble himself as it was. And anyway, who would want to talk, about a thing like this when it might keep them from getting more of it?
Dora didn't know how safe she was as she got up from the bed and wiped herself off with her panties. She simply put her stern face back on and told Harold to remain just as he was until she told him what to do. When she got outside the door and had it safely closed behind her, she leaned against the wall and almost collapsed. The immediate passion, the passion that had kept her going all this while, was now drained from her body, and although there was still quite a bit more left, her mind was now thinking a bit more clearly, and she was wondering what she was going to do with three boys all at once. Three highly responsive boys who were still very frightened even after all they had been through this afternoon. And as she leaned against the door, she wondered if they were any more frightened than she was.
Now that her mind had cleared a little, she was beginning to realize the enormity of what she was doing. And she also realized that it was too late to change matters. If there had only been one of them, things would have been different. She could have cowed him into keeping his mouth shut. But although she thought that she had all three of them cowed, she also realized that the odds were against her. All it would take was for one of them to open his mouth at the wrong time, but which one was likely to do it. Right now, she didn't think that any of them would, but she just didn't know.
She pushed herself away from the wall and headed for the living room and Robert. She wouldn't have been a bit surprised to find that he had gone, so she was more surprised to find that he was still there, and still naked and still nervously waiting for her. Now if only the one in the bathroom was still in the same condition, she figured that she didn't have too much to worry about.
And a check in the bathroom, found William still sitting on the bowl and also nervously playing with his fingers in his lap. She told him to come out into the living room with her, and she enjoyed the look of surprise on both Robert's and William's faces as they saw each other in the buff. She was beginning to get titillated again as she went to the bedroom to get Harold. This was really going to be something when all three of the boys met each other stark naked. But she was still cool enough from her recent release to wonder just what that 'something' was going to turn out to be.
She knew that she would have them all at a disadvantage as she confronted their naked bodies while she was still fully clothed, but she also knew that she wouldn't hold that advantage long because she didn't intend to be fully clothed long. No matter what happened, she was going to throw herself light in the middle of them. The problem would be to keep a stern face while she was stark naked. This would be the ultimate test, but she had been looking forward to it for so long that she was sure that she could handle it. Especially after that wonderful fucking that she had just had. She definitely wanted more of it. More of a lot of things, and come what may, she was going to get them this afternoon. The hell with tomorrow.
CHAPTER FOUR
When she returned to the living room with Harold, the looks of surprise on all three faces were complete. She was willing to bet that this was the first time that any of them had seen any other of them naked. At least it was the way that it appeared to her, and she just stood back for a minute and watched them standing there not knowing what to do and gloated to herself. They did their best to avoid looking at each other and her, but their curiosity was just too much for them, and she got a tremendous kick out of the sidelong glances that they gave other.
She moved the coffee table out of the way and lined them up in front of the couch and then stood in front of them and looked them over like a drill sergeant. None of the dicks were sticking out like they were the last time she saw them, but they hadn't retreated into their hiding place in the belly either. They were just hanging down limp like fat little sausages, and even in this condition, she could definitely see the difference in their sizes.
The fat part of Robert's dick was only about an inch and a half long now, but the foreskin extended beyond the tip of the cockhead a little bit giving it the effect of having a little nipple on the end. William's meat hung down about two and a half inches, and it was still quite fat, and the end of the foreskin wasn't quite far enough down to cover the head, and she could see the end with the little slit running through peeking out.
But her excitement reached its peak when her gaze shifted to Harold. The memory of what he had just done must have still been on his mind, because although he had lost most of his rigidity, his dick was far from limp. It was still swelled deliciously and was still sticking out at a slight angle from his body. In fact it was still big enough so that the entire cockhead was visible. She hoped that none of them saw her as she was again forced to lick her lips as she felt the saliva building in her mouth and leaking through them.
They were still scared all right, but she didn't think that it was as bad as before. Their fright was now mixed with a sense of confusion that sort of took the edge off of it. and she was afraid that if she didn't do something to exert her authority, she just might lose her own edge and have a minor rebellion on her hands. She didn't know how wrong she was, and how completely she had them under her thumb, and that they were cowed enough to remain under her thumb no matter what happened from here on in. And actually, it was not only that, as there was such a mixture of curiosity in their already mixed up emotions that all three of them were secretly waiting to see what was going to happen next. If anything like what happened before was going to happen again, they were almost willing to undergo another spanking.
But they weren't going to get another spanking right now, because Dora couldn't make up her mind what to do. They weren't doing anything wrong right now, so she didn't really have an excuse to use physical punishment. She recalled the feeling in her hand and in her body as she connected with the bare asses, and she would have liked to do it again, but she felt that she had better hold off on that for the time being. Maybe just the threat of going through it again would be enough to keep them in line, so she just held her left hand out, palm up in front of her and struck it a sharp cracking blow with her right hand. The noise made them jump, and when she asked them if they wanted some more of it where they had it before, the resounding 'no' seemed to come from one booming voice.
And again she just stood there and glowered at them for the better part of a minute until she saw all three bodies quivering again, and even Harold's dick lost some of its left-over urgency. She was ready to strip herself now, but she had to make sure that the sight of her taking her clothes off wasn't going to cause her to lose any ground, so she pointed her big finger at each one of them and told them to get to work on themselves and get those cocks so big that they felt like they were going to burst. And as each of the boys reached for his meat and started to nervously and violently jerk it back into shape, she started to unbutton her blouse.
None of them were having much luck at first, as the climate and the situation were not exactly conducive to very strong sexual feelings, but once they realized what she was doing, things went along a bit more smoothly. Up until now, Harold had been the only one who had really gotten a look at least part of her body, but the circumstances surrounding that occasion had made it difficult to remember clearly what he had actually seen. And the beat got stronger as each one attacked himself more violently when she took off her blouse and exposed those massive tits. All of the boys had seen pictures of tits before, but none of the pictures were anything like this.
Not only was this real, and not just a photograph on a flat page, but none of the girls in the pictures came close to having the massive mammary glands that this monster of a woman possessed. And even Dora could see the effect that the exposure of her top part had on them, and she figured that she better hurry things up and get the rest of her clothes off and get down to business before she was hit with three streams of boy come at the same time.
Her panties were still in the bedroom where Harold had fucked her, so all she had to do was unzip the side of her dress and let the whole thing fall to the floor and step out of it. She wasn't wearing any stockings or socks, so all she had left on were her shoes, and she didn't even bother kicking them off. She was looking for other kinds of kicks, and she knew that she had to get them in a hurry.
All three dicks were now so engorged that they looked as if they were about to explode, and she again slapped her hands together with a loud crack to get their attention and told them to stop now. And none of them wanted to stop as they looked at that superb mass of flesh in front of them which was better than any of the dreams that they had as they lay in bed doing this same thing, but none of them were yet ready to defy her, and all hands returned to their sides.
Everything was as ready as it could be, and all she needed to do now was to figure out how to go about getting hold of all of them at the same time. She had read enough dirty books to have at least some ideas, but she had never done it herself. All she could think of now was that she had three holes in her body, and there were three cocks available. One cock she definitely knew what she was going to do with, and now she had to think about the others. That wasn't too hard either though. One of them would be going into her asshole, and she certainly would want the smallest one for that. Naturally that would be Robert. As far as her mouth went, she would complete the job that she started to do on William when he shot off prematurely and squirted all over her face. She would make sure that that didn't happen again.
The couch was big enough for what she had decided on, so she told Harold to lay down on it and told the others to step aside for a minute until she told them what to do. When Harold was stretched out on his back. She swung her leg up over him and straddled him and reached down and took hold of his dick and placed it in her as easily as if she had been doing this all her life. She was careful not to press her massive bulk down too hard on him as she beckoned Robert to get up on the couch behind her. As soon as he had settled in position between her legs and over Harold's legs, he saw the puckered hole confronting him and he didn't need to be told what to do, and he actually took Dora by surprise as she felt the head of his dick pressing against her. It was what she wanted of course, but she had expected to have to give instructions.
That was all right, but she still had one more to go and she told William to get up at the other end of the couch and sit on the arm. Harold's head was way down under her chin, so there would be no conflict between the two boys. All William had to do was sort of scrunch down on the arm and stretch his legs out on each side of the two bodies and Dora could reach her target with no trouble at all. Now they were all set to go, and as she opened her mouth and engulfed the expectantly hot meat in front of her, she waited until Robert had his dick securely in her asshole and then started to move her ass up and down. She was sure that Robert would be able to cope with his moving target.
And Dora's whole body seemed to be in motion at once as her ass rose and fell and drove the larger dick in and out of her cunt and her head bobbed up and down as she took the full length of William's dick in her mouth and fucked it with her lips. The boys below and in front of her had more or less passive roles, but it wasn't long before their bodies were beginning to jerk involuntarily too. Robert was the only one who had to supply the action, and he didn't mind it a bit.
And the action that Dora was supplying them this afternoon made them almost forget all about their fears of her. After all, what boy could think of anything else when his dick was so deliciously involved in he hot meat of the inside of a huge female body. And every hole in her body was just the right size for them.
The asshole and the mouth wouldn't have made much difference to the size of the dicks, anyway, but the fact that she had abstained all this time, although it was not exactly a voluntary abstinence, made all the difference as far as her cunt was concerned.
A smaller dick would have trouble satisfying her, and a larger one would have hurt at this point, but she had found one that was just made to order.
Pretty soon, Robert's longish blond hair was flopping down in his face, as he gathered momentum and fought to keep up with the frantic movements of the big ass that he was buried in. He could have shot his load right then, and actually he wouldn't have much choice about it, as his insides were dictating to his mind that they were in dire need of instant release. But he tried his best to hold it back as long as he could.
This was the most marvelous thing that had ever happened to him, and it was something that even his hand had not been able to simulate in his most passionate daydreams. The meat was hot and slippery and tight around his cock, and it sent a feeling through his body that he not only did not want to ever forget, but also did not want to part with now that he had it. But all good things must come to an end.
And this did, and Dora was so involved that she didn't even notice that his end had come in her end. She was building up to the inevitable climax herself so rapidly that she had more or less lost contact with the real world, and hardly realized what she was doing any more.
Her mouth chomped down on the hard cock in front of her as if she were really eating a sausage and it was just lucky for William that she had enough sense in the back of her mind to keep from biting it off. Of course, at this point, William wouldn't care if she did, because like Robert had felt just a minute ago, his insides were on the edge of revolt as he tried his best to hold it back and enjoy it a little while longer.
But he had no more control over his body's dictatorial sex center than Robert had had, or than Harold's body, which was now jerking violently beneath Dora. She was totally unaware that her asshole was now free, as Robert drew back and unplugged it.
He had little choice, as this had been his second load in just a short time, and try as he might, he could not keep his dick stiff enough to go for a third one. Not right now, anyway. The meat would not go all the way down, but it had lost too much of its stiffness to be of any effect. Especially in that bobbing, tossing, jumping mountain of an ass.
But that didn't stop him from just sitting back and watching the rest of this little interplay. And as he leaned back and rested his ass on his heels, it was obvious to him that the whole thing was going to be over in a matter of seconds. He looked up along the heaving back of his teacher, and saw William sitting there, on the other end of the couch, and he knew that William was in no condition to see him.
William had a funny look on his face, and he was looking down at the back of the head that was bobbing up and down in his lap. And Robert knew what that funny look meant. In a very short time, she was going to get the same thing in her mouth, that he had given her in her ass.
And then he looked down at the legs of his friend, Harold, which were still stretched out between his own legs, and the tremors that ran though them told him that Dora was about to receive his blessings also. He had never seen a girl come, but he didn't have any trouble determining that Dora was well on her way, as her body was acting, or reacting the same way as his did, when he was about to let go.
All the previously smooth and fluid movements had turned into gaspy jerks that signalled that the end was near, and he moved back a little bit more to give her room, as he saw her entire body suddenly become tense. The end was now, and it was just like watching a volcano erupt.
Just as she hadn't been aware of Robert emptying himself into her bowels, she was equally unaware of the two streams that squirted into her body from each end. She shot her own load at just the exact time that the two remaining boys did, and didn't know about the mess she made all over William's legs and her own face as she opened her mouth to let out a half strangled sob of utter completion.
The first sound that she actually did hear was a cry of astonished pain as her body heaved itself into the air and then dropped down on the smaller body below her. Her intense passion had caused her to forget all about what it was that was causing that intense passion, and she had completely forgotten that the tender young flesh was beneath her immense weight.
She immediately sat up on her heels, and was gratified to see that she had done no damage except to scare the hell out of Harold, and slow down the other boys. But that was what she wanted anyway, so it seemed to all, to work out for the best.
She was well aware that this little session would have changed things in their minds quite a bit, and therefore, she had to do something to regain the upper hand. She wasn't sure that she had lost it in the first place, as the boys had gone at her so eagerly that it just might be possible' to change her tactics altogether, but she didn't think that this was yet the right time.
No matter what happened, she was still going to have to show them that she was the boss!
They had been scared enough in the beginning to keep anything that happened from their parents, but that was because of the schoolwork. The whole matter had taken on an entirely different aspect now. Now that she was cooled off a bit, she realized that what had happened just now on the couch was not considered as punishment to them. Of course, she shouldn't have expected it to be, but when the mind is full of sex, the immediate thoughts tend to supercede all thoughts of the future. Now she had the future to think about.
And the future didn't look too bright to her, as she climbed down off the couch and looked at the three boys, who were still there in the same positions.
William was still sitting on the arm of the couch at the end, and Robert was at the other end, and sitting back on his haunches. Harold was stretched out full length between them. The first thing she noticed was that all three dicks still appeared to have a little life left in them. They were not fully serviceable, but they were obviously far from uninterested. They looked as if they were preparing and hoping for another round.
Well, as far as she was concerned, there could very well be another round. She was just about spent, but not so much that she wouldn't be able to go again, if the opportunity presented itself.
The only thing that worried her now was the looks on the faces of the boys. The scared look had gone. Maybe not completely, but it seemed to be overshadowed by a look of anticipation mixed with a bit of confusion. That, of course, she could understand.
When they had come this afternoon, they were expecting a bawling out, and probably something else, but she knew that none of them figured that the something else would be anything like this.
That had now changed the entire perspective. Instead of their being on the defensive, she realized that it was she who was on the defensive. If they had complained to their parents about the abuse that she heaped on them because of their schoolwork and their attitudes and their playing hooky, that would be something that she could cope with. But if they mentioned anything, even in passing, about what had happened in this house this afternoon, that would be something else. That would be something that she could not deal with. It would be her word against the three of them, and she did not like those odds. She had to do something about them right now.
She assumed her favorite position, with her fists on her hips and a glowering look on her face, as she looked down at them on the couch. And she could almost immediately see the effect that it had, because even though stark naked, she was still a very imposing sight as she towered over them. And all the eyes were on her face, rather than on her body as she began to growl out her words.
The first thing she did was to order them all to separate. Back into the rooms that she had originally put them in. Harold into the bedroom, and William into the bathroom. Robert of course didn't have anywhere to go, because he had been left in the living room. He just watched rather forlornly as the others departed.
And the one thing she noticed that pleased her, was that the looks on their faces had changed. They still didn't have that original terrified look, but it was close enough. They were still worried. She had to make them even more worried.
But the main orgy itself was over. None of them, including herself, was in any condition to go at it as ferociously as before, so she had to think of something else. She had not yet told them that all that had happened here today was to be kept strictly a secret between them, and that was mainly because she didn't know what to do to enforce secrecy. And she still didn't know what to do.
There was no way that she could hold each of them by the hand, and see that they kept their mouths shut once they left here, so she thought that there must be some kind of alternative method.
Maybe a mixture of fear and anticipation would do it. She realized that everything that she had on them as far as the school went, had gone out the window, but possibly if she took off on another tack, she might be able to ensure their silence. There was nothing she could do but try, and when she was left alone with the little girlish Robert, she figured that she might as well go for broke.
When the others were gone, and she was alone with Robert, she sat down on the couch and looked at him. She had almost forgotten that she was as naked as he was, and until she realized it, she couldn't understand the look on his face.
There were so many mixtures of emotions that flashed across his countenance that she couldn't interpret them. There was fright, there was wonder, and there was also a sense of anticipation. It was obvious that he didn't know what he was thinking about any more than she did. But he heard her plainly enough when she told him to come over and get across her lap.
He had been across her lap before, and he remembered all too clearly what had happened the last time. The latter part of it, he hadn't minded, when she had reached underneath him, but it was the thing that preceded that that he was worried about.
His ass really didn't hurt anymore from the sting of her slaps, but he could picture it in his mind, and she closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in anticipation. And when instead of the hurting slap that he was waiting for, he just felt her hand resting lightly on his ass, the breath rushed out of him in a whoosh. Maybe she' was going to skip that part of it and go on to what she had done the last time.
But that wasn't just what Dora had in mind. This little boy had sampled her asshole, and now she was going to sample his. She didn't have a cock to do it with, but she had something almost as good. Almost as big anyway.
It might not give her the thrill that he got out of shoving his cock up her rectum, but it would show him that girls were not the only ones that could be entered. And she rubbed her hand enticingly all over the fat cheeks, and then ran her finger up and down the crack a few times, until she figured that he was really in the mood for anything. And once she could feel the reaction in the ass, she worked down into the target area.
Robert jumped again, and his body did not relax again as he felt the pressure against his asshole. He remained as stiff as a board and even forgot to breathe as he felt the inquiring finger delving into him, and it wasn't until the tip of the finger pierced the tightness around his rectum that his breath again escaped him in a prolonged hiss of air.
It hurt. And yet it did not hurt. He didn't know exactly how it felt. All he knew was that it seemed to be occupying his entire body. He may have known that the finger was not big enough to actually penetrate his whole body, but it certainly felt that way to him. And he again held his breath as the tip of the finger reached further inside of him, and he could feel not only the full length of the prying digit, but also the tip beginning to take on a little more action.
Dora didn't pay any attention to the response of his body, and just rammed her finger home. She wanted to hurt him, and yet she wanted something else to go along with it. She wasn't really sure what it was that she wanted, but she soon found that even the feel of her finger on the boy's asshole was having a rather desirable effect on her.
As she felt the soft, hot meat that seemed to grip her finger as if it had been longing for this, she felt the juices rising in her own body once more. She knew that there was not much left in her, and that everything that she did have left was only in her mind, but she didn't care. She didn't care if she did have shit on her finger, because she was ready to do something else, and she also didn't care at this point if what she did destroyed the entire thing that she was trying for.
Her original intentions were to hurt him and humiliate him, but as she proceeded along those lines, she found out that she could not remain with them, and she didn't really care if the situation was reversed, and she was the one who would be hurt. She was again obeying the dictates of her flaming insides.
She rather reluctantly retrieved her finger from its warm, moist encirclement, and her strong arms picked up the little body, and turned it around on her naked thighs, so that he was once more lying across her lap with the semi-hard dick sticking up. The asshole bit had caused it to regain some of its former rigidity, but not enough to be of any use in any of her lower holes.
However, that wasn't what she had in mind anyway. She had had a lot of come shot all over her, and even in her mouth, but it hadn't been under the proper conditions so that she could fully appreciate it. Right now, she was going to make the proper conditions, even if it took her a long while to get that little sausage in the proper mood.
It was half way in the mood already, and it was still covered with the excretions of both his and her bodies, but that didn't deter her. In fact, she never took any notice of it. All she knew right then, was that it was there, and she wanted it. But it was rather difficult to get at it, the way he was lying across her thighs.
She couldn't bend over quite far enough to reach it, but again, that was no deterrent to her. His body was small and light, and her arms were big and strong, and she merely put those arms under him and lifted him as if he were a baby, and brought him up into the position where she could work on him.
By this time, Robert had no objections to anything that she did, and he was so convinced now that he was going to receive pleasure rather than pain, that all he did was let out a little grunt as he felt himself being lifted into the air. And Dora might not have had much left inside of her, as far as her liquid sexual capacity went, but her mind was still going strong and she still had a long way to go before she would eventually have to call it a day. After all, there were still two more boys to go.
But although she knew that the other two boys were there, and was a bit troubled about whether they would stay there after all they had been through, she rather figured that what they had been through would be the thing that kept them there. But those thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind as she lifted the cute little body toward her and bent over to receive it at the same time.
And as her mouth opened, as it approached the more than semi-hard cock, her eyes fastened on the area below it. For the first time, she realized that she had forgotten all about the things that had occupied her mind for so long. The balls!
When the boys had first gotten undressed before her, she had noticed the little lumps underneath the area of their cocks, but she had gotten so involved with the cocks that she had forgotten about the rest of it. And now, as Robert was lying across her lap, or rather half way up between her lap and her face, she saw that the little lump was no longer a lump, but had developed into a definite pair of little eggs encased in a meaty sack that would require much more of her attention.
Even before the end of the dick passed between her lips, she realized that she was only beginning to learn. There was much more to boys than even her extensive reading had mentioned. Of course, the books that she had read had covered this whole thing, but she hadn't realized that the whole thing would come at the same time. It was just like she had thought before.
A person starts at the bottom of the ladder, and goes up one step at a time until he reaches the top. She had started at the bottom, and she knew that there were a lot of steps to go before she would reach the top. And once she did get up there, there must be something else.
As the smooth, warm meat of the dick slipped into her lips, and caressed her tongue, she began to think that she was only on the bottom part of the ladder, and that she still had a long way to go before she would begin to see the end, the ultimate goal.
And she doubted that she would ever find that ultimate goal. She doubted that anyone had ever found it. All the fun seemed to be in seeking it, and she was ready to spend the rest of her life seeking it.
As she mused about her future, her hand slowly crept to the fold of flesh between her ample thighs. She tweaked her clit with her middle finger, sending the first waves of renewed pleasure through her well lubricated body.
The young boy's cock rested in her opened mouth, almost as if she was no longer conscious of its existence. Occasionally, she licked the underside of the meaty sausage, but her main source of pleasure had shifted, momentarily, to her tender clit.
As the waves of pleasure increased, she increased the pressure of her finger, driving it deeper into the moist, heated crevice.
She began to sway with a rhythm, taking the little boy's now hardened cock in and out of her mouth at the same pace.
Robert was conscious only of the tongue that was gently massaging his tool. He allowed Dora her time of reverie and indulged himself in pleasure.
Dora, by now had two of her massive digits buried in her dripping hole. In and out they went, sending wave after wave of tingling sensations through her huge body.
She began to moan, and as she did the pressure on Robert's prick increased in direct proportion to the amount of movement in Dora's body.
The moans increased to grunts and groans as Dora brought herself closer and closer to the point of climax. She began to rock in earnest now, sucking on Robert's dick and bringing him as close to orgasm as she was. It was a sight to behold. Dora, clutching at the little boy's. cock with her drooling mouth as her flesh quivered with the onslaught of her approaching orgasm.
With one giant shudder, Dora let go. The passion in her body had once again taken control and she felt the utter mindless joy of release. Robert, however, was not so lucky.
CHAPTER FIVE
And now that her extreme urgency had been dissipated, she was now able to feel, to taste, to appreciate, and Robert was the beneficiary of her renewed attentions as he felt his dick being sucked into that mouth so hard that he was afraid that she was going to tear it from his body and swallow it whole.
At this point though, he really didn't care. This kind of punishment he would be willing to take any time, and since he had already shot his load twice, he knew that this particular 'punishment' was going to last a good long while. That is, if she was going to carry it through to the end, and the way she was going now, it appeared that she might not even stop after he was able to muster enough to give her his third offering. And that sucking mouth felt so good that he was making no effort to satisfy her, but he would just let nature take its course, even if it took all day.
But this was an uncomfortable position, and even Dora's strong arms were getting tired. She continued to hold him in her arms though, and as she stood up, cradling him like a baby, she turned around and layed him down on the couch and kneeled down beside him. She took his outside leg and pulled it over the edge of the couch so that his foot was dangling on the floor, and settled her body so that she could lean over him and continue where she had left off. His dick was now so hard that it was pointing up along his belly, and as she reached for it to lift it up straight in order to get her lips on it again, she noticed the pair of young balls dangling down the crack of his ass below it.
That was when she realized that she had not investigated all of the interesting parts of the male body, and there was no time like the present. So although Robert was a bit disappointed that she did not put his cock back in her mouth right away, he was still satisfied with her new ministrations.
She took the little, almost hairless testicles in her big hand, and seeming to sense that they should be handled gently, rolled them around in her palm and reveled in the soft fluid feel as the two little round eggs slid smoothly around inside the sack. She may not have known what she was doing, but she knew that she must be doing something right as she noticed his body begin to twitch and saw his hard-on jump up and down as if he was putting pressure on it from the inside. But the saliva running from her mouth was an indication that she must do more than just feel them, and as she held them in her hand, she opened her mouth as wide as she could to try to judge whether they would fit or not.
It would be a tight squeeze, because the two balls together made up a much bigger mass than the one that she had in her mouth before, but she had to try. In the condition that she was in now, she would liked to have gotten the cock in as well, but she knew that it would be impossible. That young naked body was driving her crazy, and she would liked to have devoured it whole, but she had to settle for a little part of it at a time. Her mouth was completely full now, and she had all she could do to keep from chewing on them, but Robert was perfectly satisfied to feel her tongue licking and pushing them around in her mouth and his body began to go into more violent spasms.
He might not have had much juice left in him, but his mind was making up for what his body lacked, and although he was thrilled with what she was doing, he was wishing she would get back to work on his dick. That however was not to be for awhile, but her ministrations had definitely gotten him in the mood for what Dora had in mind for the next act. For Dora herself was now in such a condition that she would not be able to go on like this without a little relief for herself.
She had gotten to where she just couldn't stand it anymore, and although, like Robert, she didn't have too much left in her either, she was desperate to get rid of what she had. That was going to be Robert's job, and she expelled the balls from her mouth and again lifted him from the couch, and this time she stood him on the floor as she took his place on the seat And Robert stood there for a minute and watched with wide eyes as she maneuvered herself into position.
The huge mass of flesh that almost covered the full length of the couch seat was a spectacle in itself, but as she lifted one leg and placed it along the back of the couch and left the other one hanging over the side as he had done, the spectacle that greeted him now was something that even his imagination had not been able to visualize. He had seen her cunt before all right, but not like this. He couldn't get a good look at it as he fucked her in the asshole, and when she was standing up, all he could see was the crack running down between her legs. Now she was leaving nothing to the imagination, and the wide open lips looked big enough for his whole face to fit in. And he knew that that was the idea of the whole thing.
Although he had visualized a situation such as this in his jerk-off dreams, he still might have had second thoughts about it if she hadn't prepared him so well. His cock was so rigid now, and so swelled that it felt as if it would burst open like a ripe banana, and the feeling that it imparted to him extended all the way up to his brain and he not only didn't care what he did anymore, but he was also anxious to do it. And without waiting for instructions, he kneeled down next to the couch and bent over her as she had done to him.
He really didn't know what to do with the big pussy, but then again it wasn't necessary for him to be an expert. As far as Dora was concerned, all he had to do was be there, and show it. He didn't seem to mind the fact that the inside of the cunt was still wet with the results of her two previous orgasms, and he never thought about part of that wetness being the results of Harold's orgasm just a little while ago. All his sexed-up mind knew was that he was now getting something that he had never had any real hopes of getting as early as this very morning.
As he stuck his tongue out and felt the hot wet meat that quivered between the fat lips, his own insides went into a frenzy of passion that drove him on to greater things, and Dora's huge belly heaved into the air driving his face even deeper into her. He wasn't far wrong when he thought that he could get his whole face in there, and it seemed as if someone had turned the lights out and shut off all sound as the immense thighs closed around his head.
He was now in a prison of firm, but soft, smooth flesh, and although he wasn't aware of it yet, his tongue was the only key that would eventually unlock that prison. He wasn't in any hurry though, and neither was Dora. He was just starting his sentence, and it looked as if he had a while to go. He was unable to see though, so he didn't even notice that Dora, beautiful, wonderful, pleasing Dora was really doing her best to help him out. While he was working down below, she was working up above, and although she had given herself many a thrill through the use of her tits before, it was never anything like this.
Even her big hands were unable to cover the massive mounds, but they didn't have to as she had done this enough times to know just where and how to do it, and she kneaded and massaged and pinched and pulled and twisted the large, erect nipples with a sensual violence that they had not experienced before.
The ecstasy shooting down from her ten-gallon jugs met head on with the ecstasy shooting up from her wildly pulsating vagina and seemed to cause an explosion in the middle of her body that came close to being fatal to the over eager boy trapped between her thighs. As her belly convulsed in exquisite agony, her ass rose into the air and drove his tongue into the depths of her pussy hole just as the last of her sex fluid began to gush through it.
For a minute, as the tongue was deeply enbedded in her, it acted as a sort of a plug, and the orgastic fluid backed up behind it. And when he withdrew his tongue back into his mouth, he got a bonus that he had not been expecting. And since his lips were still firmly sealed against the hot raw meat of the inside of her pussy, there was nowhere else for her liquid to go except into his mouth and down his throat. And she didn't release his head until she felt the last of it drain through her vagina and her convulsions settled down to a rather calm, only slight body tremor.
When her legs finally opened, the sight and sound came flooding back to Robert, and he felt as if he had been out of contact with the world for days rather than just a few minutes. And now that he was back in circulation again, he realized how fast and how hot his own blood was circulating, and he sat there next to Dora, afraid to say anything, but hoping for everything. And when Dora finally sat up, she looked at him and couldn't tell whether the look in his eyes was one of fear of pleading, but one glance down at his lap gave her the answer.
He had his thighs squeezed together, but his meat was sticking up straight out of the V formed by the bottom by the bottom of his belly and the tops of his legs and it looked like Old Faithful getting ready to pop off straight up into the. air. And although she had exhausted her entire sexual capacity by now, she knew that she had to do something about it.
Actually, she was wondering whether she should or not. She knew damn well that she was not going to be able to take care of the other two, but then again, she figured that she owed him something for the magnificent job that he had just done. She only wished that she could have remained in the mood a little while longer, because she would have liked to give the other two boys a taste of pussy, but she had had it for today. Hopefully though, there would also be a tomorrow, and she would christen them then.
She merely reached over and took hold of him with her hand and finished him off. When she had squeezed the last drops from his very tired, rapidly dwindling dick, she told him to get dressed and then put her own clothes back on. There was no more that she could do today, so as soon as she was presentable, she headed for the other boys to have them get dressed also. And while she was at it, she would have to do something to both insure their silence, and also their return the next day.
But rather than attack them one at a time again, she decided to get it over with all at once, so she just went to the bathroom and then the bedroom and told them to come out to the living room as soon as they had their clothes back on. By the time she returned to the living room, Robert was dressed and sitting there with a look of not quite fear, but definitely apprehension on his face. She didn't say anything as she sat down next to him. She had too much to think about
The main thing, now that she had cooled off so much, was that she was beginning to fully realize the enormity of what she had done. It was just like a drunk waking up with a hangover in the morning and worrying about the stupid things that he had done the night before. Things that he would have never done if he was sober. Her drunkenness did not come from alcohol though, but something just as potent: an extreme overdose of sexual passion.
The important thing now was not to let the boys get any idea of her true feelings. If they were to even guess how she felt, then she would not only lose the edge, but they would have gained it. And there were no doubts in her mind that these boys would take full advantage of it if they ever realized that they had the upper hand. She knew it was going to be bad enough anyway. She could just picture them when they left the house and were on their way home together. She could almost hear the whispers and snide remarks and secret giggles, but she wasn't worried about that. Let them have their little fun, just so long as they did keep it a secret.
When Harold and William entered the room, she got up and went over to the coffee table which she had moved out of the way before going to work on the couch, and picked up the three folders. She knew that the whole thing could turn into a stalemate or worse if they ever realized it, so she figured that she had better get the first shots in. They could keep her from showing the reports to their parents by threatening to tell what had happened this afternoon, and she certainly didn't want that to happen. But yet, if she went too far, if she punished them too much, she might ruin the whole thing anyway. They might figure that as long as they are going to keep on getting punished, what difference would it make who did the punishing. She decided to use threats from now on instead of actual physical force. Things might work out if they just got the idea that physical force would be used if they did not comply.
She told them that she was going to hold on to all the 'evidence' against them, and she also told them that she hoped that she wouldn't have to use it. She also made it very clear to them that if they did not do as she told them, if she even got a breath of a hint that they had mentioned anything that went on, she would not only use the school folders, but she would also use her hand again, and the next time it wouldn't be just those little 'love taps'. When she told them that those slaps were only just a sample of what she could do, they looked again at the size of her and they believed her without question.
She repeated and reiterated and threatened and went into very scary detail about what was going to happen to them if they so much as opened their mouths, and by the time they left about fifteen minutes later, they were even afraid to talk to each other on the way home. Dora was totally unaware of how well she had gotten her point across, and as soon as they were gone, she almost collapsed on the couch. She would not breathe another peaceful breath until one o'clock tomorrow afternoon when she would see whether they returned or not. If they did not return, she might as well pack up, and leave town. Then again, suppose they just went straight home and blabbed right now. Tomorrow would be too late to think of leaving.
One thing was for sure. This was going to be a very uncomfortable evening, and a very long night. Looking ahead, it seemed like weeks until tomorrow afternoon. She only hoped it would all be worth it. If they showed up tomorrow like they did today, all this worrying would be well worth while, and she tried to ease things a bit by thinking of it from that angle. And she even managed to make herself some supper, but although all the activity had given her an even bigger appetite than usual, she found that she couldn't get very much down. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get rid of that uncomfortable, nagging feeling in the back of her mind.
She couldn't even get interested in the television, even though some of her favorite programs were on. She was unconsciously waiting for the phone to ring or the doorbell to sound. And at about nine o'clock, although it was much too early for her, she decided to seek the security of her bed. She was well aware that that wouldn't keep the phone or the doorbell from ringing, but somehow she felt safer and more relaxed under the soft covers. As if she was crawling back into the womb where she would be snug and safe from harm.
And actually, it worked. She didn't realize just how tired she was, and instead of laying there fretting as she had expected to do, she found herself drifting off into the land of nothing. No bells sounded to wake her up, and she didn't even remember dreaming. The next thing she knew the light was shining in her eyes and although it was still early in the morning, it was morning, and she had gotten through the night all right. And the best part of it was, when she realized that the worst was over, that if anything was going to happen it should have happened by now, she found that she also had an appetite.
She wasn't exactly whistling or singing as she made her way into the kitchen and put the coffee water on, but she did feel a lot lighter and freer. She wouldn't be completely back to her old self until the boys showed up, but now she was a lot more confident than she was last night that they would show up. And then she actually almost smiled as she thought to herself that even when they did arrive she would not really be her old self. She would be the self that she had dreamed about as she lay on the Turkish towel, in the morning, but somehow she didn't feel like using the towel this morning. It was all for the best though, because she didn't want to run out of gas too soon this afternoon.
And about the time that she was pouring the boiling water into the instant coffee in her cup, Harold was also beginning to notice the daylight penetrating the darkness behind his closed eyelids. He didn't bother opening his eyes right away though, because not only did he appreciate being able to laze in bed on a weekend morning instead of hopping up for school, but he also had things to think about and he could do that better with his eyes closed.
First of all, he had to figure out whether the thoughts that were running through his mind were the results of a very vivid, very sexy dream that he had last night, or whether they had really happened the day before. It must have happened though, because he. could still feel the hot tight meat working back and forth on his dick, and although he had had many such vivid dreams, they hadn't extended so realistically into her period of wakefulness.
And one thing was for sure, this was so realistic that he had not only woke up with a hard-on, which in itself was nothing unusual, but his ass was actually bouncing up and down in a sexy rhythm as he rubbed the hard meat against the blankets covering him. But the roughness of the blankets didn't feel anything like the female meat that he recalled, so he sort of automatically wrapped his hand around the already pulsing dick to get more of the real feel of it. It still wasn't the same thing, but it was a little better, and as he began to pull himself off, his mind wandered back over all the scenes that had taken place in his teacher's house yesterday afternoon.
It was funny, but although the original scenes were very painful, and he could still feel the sting on his backside as he thought of it, it still seemed like something unimportant and far away as the scenes that followed flashed through his mind. In fact, as his fist moved up and down with more speed and vigor, the opening scenes left his mind entirely and all he could think of was the way that that huge naked body clutched him to it as he pounded away at her pussy. He definitely wanted more of that, and as his cream flowed over his hand, he knew that if necessary, he would be willing to take another beating to get it.
And he wasn't the only one. William had been awake for a long time already, and he was already finished with his morning meat-beating, and he was looking forward to one o'clock. He also had decided that come what may, once they got down to business, any preliminaries that she might have in mind would be worth it. He couldn't even remember her hand hurting him. And he could just barely remember how scared he was. Everything that happened after those few opening minutes of grief and pain had served to make them all worthwhile. He also was anxious for the time to pass.
As for Robert, his pale, tender skin may have still borne the marks of her fingers, but he also was willing to have more marks join them if today was going to be anything like yesterday. All three of them had been so frightened on the way home yesterday that they hadn't even discussed it among themselves, and although they had gotten the message, and definitely would not open their mouths about it, all three of them wanted more to not open their mouths about. Especially Robert. The other two had gotten a pretty good sample of what it was all about, but Robert had gone just about all the way. He not only got a literal piece of ass, but he had also gotten two blow-jobs and a hand-job and had even had his balls sucked. All that besides eating a pussy. All that was left now was to stick his dick in that pussy. At least he figured that that was all that was left, but if she had any more ideas that he couldn't think of, well, he would go along with them too. And Robert was the only one who didn't play with himself that morning. He was going to save it for better things, even though it was difficult to do as his mind was full of yesterday.
And so there were four anxious people, all awaiting the appointed time, and wishing that they had made it even earlier. Only one of them was anxious in a different way than the others. Dora may have been anxious to take up where she had left off yesterday, but she was also anxious to see if everything was going to work out. Her main problem was, were they actually going to show up, and if so, would all of them come. If not, she would still have something to worry about.
But the time passed, and once more it was going on five minutes to one, and she sat down and nervously waited for the doorbell to ring. And such were her nerves that no sooner had she sat down than she immediately jumped up again at the sound of the buzzer. It wasn't one o'clock yet. Could it be that they were actually early, or had her fears all been real and there was someone else at the door? She had to open it, of course, and her hand trembled as she turned the knob and pulled the door to her, and then she hoped that they didn't notice the sigh of relief that involuntarily escaped her lips in a loud hiss as the three boys came filing into the room just as they had yesterday.
When she had closed and locked the door and turned to look at them, it looked so much like it had yesterday that her confidence began to return to her. They were lined up by the couch, and although they were looking at her, the looks on their faces was very reassuring. She could detect a mixture of fear and uncertainty, but not the slightest sign of belligerence. They were obviously still firmly under her thumb, and as long as they remained like that, she couldn't have cared less what they were thinking about. She also knew that she was going to have to keep up the rough act no matter what they did today, even though she didn't feel as much like it today as she did yesterday. Yesterday she had actually felt like punishing them, and although she still felt as if she would like to belt them around a little, she was so relieved that she didn't think she would do it.
Anyway, she still had the same feelings as she had before they had left. She had a pretty good thing going, and a little too much force just might spoil the whole thing. She was going to have to tamper justice with mercy, and continue to use the threat of force rather than the force itself. Oh, maybe once in awhile she would have to give them a little reminder of who was boss, but she would have to control herself to the extent that .she wouldn't really lose her temper. She knew there would be no danger of that once they got started. In fact once they had gotten down to the business at hand, it would be difficult to even look fierce enough to keep them in line.
But there was no time like the present to remind them that she was still in charge, and without a word of greeting or any other such pleasantry, she ordered them to take off all their clothes. She wasn't going to bother separating them this afternoon. The ice had been broken, and there was no need to go into anything as elaborate as yesterday. They all knew what they were there for, and just in case they had any doubts, she made sure that the folders were still on the table in plain view. And she noticed that it hadn't escaped their attention either. She saw the sidelong looks and the frowns as they glanced over on the coffee table to see if the records were still there, and the evident disappointment that showed when they spotted them.
But the sight of them must have made them realize that she definitely was not kidding, and they went back to work on the removal of their clothes with a little more zeal as if they were trying to placate her. Evidently none of them had yet realized that they had just as much on her as she had on them. But then again, maybe none of them cared anymore. They didn't even look at each other as they removed the last of their clothes, right down to and including the shoes and socks, but they all had one thing on their minds. Were they going to start off with stinging asses, or was she going to skip that part and get on to the good stuff?
And as they thought about the stinging asses, they might have winced, but they would have been willing to put up with it if that was part of the game. The rest of the game would more than make up for it. Of that they were certain. And the three of them seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief as they stood there and watched more in wonderment than bewilderment as Dora started in on her own little striptease. They didn't know how pleased she was as she looked them over. Although the dicks were far from hard, at least they were no longer trying to crawl back in to their bellies. All three of them were hanging down the way a dick should, and she knew that it wouldn't take much to get them in proper working order. In fact, even as she was in the process of removing her blouse and exposing her massive globes, she could see that they were beginning to show signs of life.
And that was quite understandable. Dora may have been of a very imposing size, but there was not getting around the fact that she was built like a brick shithouse. Many a grown man had been put off by her size, figuring that a woman like that would have a cunt like the Holland tunnel, and though it might have been their secret desire to fuck an Amazon like that, they just didn't think that they would be able to handle her. And all the guys that walked the other way when they saw her coming, would have turned green with envy to know that it was a barely twelve year old boy that got her cherry. And was able to enjoy it at that.
And as she finally kicked off her shoes and they joined the rest of her clothing on the floor, all three dicks were standing at attention and waiting for further orders. And though she would have preferred going with Harold again, she decided that it would be better if she just continued where they left off yesterday as if there had not even been that long worrisome time in between. They could suffer for awhile. She was going to let Harold and William take turns eating her pussy until she got her rocks off in somebody's mouth, and then she would be able to lay back and enjoy a long, leisurely fuck.
She decided to start with William first. Robert had had his turn. Next would come Harold, and she figured that he would be the one to get the full force of what she had been saving up. She knew that by the time she had had her orgasm and was ready to fuck, the boys would be in such a condition that they wouldn't last too long, but that was all right too. She could use all three of them, one at a time, starting with the smallest and working her way up to the biggest so that by the time she had her second orgasm, Harold again would be the beneficiary. At least that was the way she had it planned. If nature went along with her, things would work out perfectly.
But nature is not too concerned about the desires of mere mortals, and as she sat back on the couch seat with her ass right on the edge and her legs spread wide open, she was beginning to be sorry that she didn't use the towel this morning, for as William knelt on the floor in front of her as per her directions, she felt as if she was going to explode even before she felt his lips caressing hers. And the sight of the other two boys standing there watching with their roaring hard-ons pointing impatiently at her didn't help matters any. She found herself desperately wanting all three of them at once as she had had them yesterday, and she had all she could do to control herself.
Things were going too fast, and William had hardly completed his first circuit of the inside of her pussy and was seeking out the entrance to her hole with an eager, inquiring tongue when she had to push him away. Come what may, she still wanted Harold to get this load, and William was obviously disappointed as she hoarsely told him to stand aside and give Harold a chance. And for the first time, Harold almost smiled as he walked past William and took up his position on the floor between the enormous mounds of flesh that were her thighs. And he couldn't help noticing how the flesh was quivering as it pressed against his ears.
CHAPTER SIX
And in not more than a couple of minutes, the first part of her plan was completed as Harold's face, trapped in a vice like grip and pressed so tight against her pussy that he could hardly breathe. He received his first taste of female come. Yes the plan was going along according to schedule, but it was going much too fast. At this rate, she was afraid that they would all be fucked out before the afternoon half over. But the whole thing was just like eating peanuts. Once started, there was no stopping, and although she had had a very satisfactory orgasm, she still had plenty of heat left inside of her, and she released Harold and lay back down on the couch with her legs wide open and beckoned for Robert to come to her.
This was what Robert had been waiting for and hoping for, and he couldn't believe that she had actually singled him out for the first fuck. This was the only place that he hadn't had his dick in her yet, and it was more than ready. But Dora knew what she was doing. Harold might have stretched her pussy a bit yesterday, but she figured that it might have shrunk up enough so that she could at least feel this smallest of the three dicks in her. And of course she wanted Robert to be able to tell that he was actually fucking a cunt instead of getting lost in it.
Little Robert didn't get lost in the hole, but his whole body seemed to be lost as it settled down on top of that big body. He found himself looking at the space between her huge tits, and when he stuck his dick in her and she lifted her legs up around him and wrapped her arms around his back and pressed him to her, he seemed to disappear altogether in the mountain of flesh. He was once more lost in a fleshy world of soft, smooth darkness, but that didn't do anything to restrict his activities where it counted.
Her vagina was a little too big for him, but not that big. It didn't squeeze and grip him succulently as it did Harold, but of course he didn't know that, and he was satisfied with what he had. It would lead to one good thing though eventually, when he grew up some more and started to fuck other girls, even if they were whores the unexpected tightness would lead him to believe that he was getting in on the ground floor. Right now, there was just enough friction to keep his excitement at a fever pitch, and to send a very pleasant sensation throughout Dora's body as his body did what came naturally.
He had no trouble getting in and out as there was very little to slow him down, and even though he was wedged in between the massive thighs, she made sure that he had enough room to work in, and he took his work very so seriously in fact, that the two boys standing next to the couch watching could plainly hear a double set of slaps every time he plunged inward. One was from the bare crotches coming together violently, and a smaller, meatier slap was from his balls connecting with her asshole.
Needless to say, it had more than the desired effect on William and Harold, and all
Dora had to do was glance over at them to see that she had no end of pleasure in store for her. Robert's meat was just getting her back into the proper mood, but she knew that he would not be able to cause her to have an orgasm, and she was almost wishing that he would have his own so that she could take the next step up the ladder. The next step looked like a beaut. And Robert gave her a little boost up toward that step.
When she felt the amount of joy juice that gushed into her, she had little doubt that Robert had been abstaining and saving it up the way that she had, and her insides were so appreciative that her temperature rose at least another couple of degrees. She was ready for William now.
And William was ready too. She beckoned to him even before Robert had gotten completely off the couch, and by the time that Robert took his place by Harold, as if he was returning to the end of the line to come back for seconds, William was working himself into place. Neither he nor Dora worried about the fact that Robert's come was still draining from her pussy, and about the only difference now was that William found his face buried a little higher between the soft, twin mounds.
Dora glanced over at the waiting boys again as William began to find the proper rhythm and get into the swing of things, and as she looked at Harold, she was afriad that things were going too slow this time. From the position that Harold was standing in, and the way that his dick looked, she was afraid that instead of getting his offerings in her, William was going to get it straight across his back. She had to hurry this up, and although she had no real experience in this sort of thing, nature helped her to learn.
In spite of the sloppiness of her pussy, the dick that was now inside of her was giving a much better account of itself than the previous one had. Not that it was doing anything that much different, but there was just more of it. It's length and breadth overcame the loss of actual friction caused by the deluge that she had been subjected, and the walls of her vagina radiated their intense appreciation in little fiery sparks of gratitude all the way up to her brain. She was well on her way now, and she hoped that William was also as she threw her hips jerkily into the air and met him with a force that almost knocked the wind out of both of them.
But when a couple is copulating, and they are as far gone as this couple, a little thing like solidly crashing bodies only adds more to the whole thing rather than detracting from it. And the thudding crotches and the smacking balls only threw them deeper into a frenzy of passion that was signaling a quick end to William's adventure, and possibly a quick end to Dora's. And Dora's entire body tensed until it was stiff as a frozen hunk of meat as she felt the second load stream even deeper into her body that the first one, and was trying desperately not to come herself.
And the boys not only seemed to have gotten the idea, but also sensed the urgency surrounding this episode, and as William withdrew, Harold was standing right there ready to take over. She didn't even have to lift her arm or crook her finger this time. The changeover had come so swiftly and smoothly that the only difference she could notice was in the size of the cock in her, and that was all she needed. Two or three strokes, and she found that the gushing, rumbling fluid inside of her was remaining inside of her as it was finding it hard to get around the big plug that filled her vagina to capacity.
But although she bucked and moaned, she was not about to let go of this thing. Not yet. The amount of hot fluid in her body, both her own and that of the two previous boys, caused her to feel as though the orgasm she had had was only a preview of the real one to come. And just like the two boys that were standing eagerly by the side of the couch with their dicks just as hard as they had been before they started, she was ready to go on another round herself. If they could keep this up long enough, it seemed that each one would be able to sample her body as it was going through its orgiastic contortions.
Once Harold had contributed his share to the fluid build-up in her body, it didn't matter that the next dick would be the smallest one again. At least not to Dora, but Robert would get the full flood of all the previous sexual exercises all over him. Not that it made any difference at this point. He merely climbed back on and took up his position as Harold climbed off.
The gooey mixture had already started running out of her by the time he made his entrance, and as big and hard and fat as his meat was, it still could not stem the flow. But who cared? If he hadn't been drunk with sex, he might have cared, but the idea that he was fucking into not only his own come and her come but also his two friend's come didn't even dawn on him. Actually, the slippery wetness of the inside of the vagina made it seem all the more tighter to him, even though his dick was going in and out like it was riding on greased rails. All he knew was that it was doing the job, and in he darkness of her breast, he could feel her heart pounding and even make out the wheezing of her breath as it panted furiously through her lungs.
But it was still not quite enough to make her go all the way. By the time he had emptied himself for the second time though, she was sure that it would be William's turn to get his dick soaked with a fresh batch of come. And also by this time, the boys had no need for instructions as the thing had turned into a kind of ritual. As' soon as one got off, another would be there to take his place, and it wouldn't stop until Dora finally was forced to cry 'uncle.'
When she finally felt that she had to give the word, she had had three complete orgasms, and each of the boys had had an equal number. And even though their minds might have still been preoccupied with sex, they were rather thankful that their big teacher had decided to call it quits. All three dicks, though maybe not exactly limp, could no longer gain the proper shape that the job required. And Dora had a lot of fluid to empty out of her system.
As she almost leaped off the couch and ran up to the bathroom with her hand securely covering her cunt so that she would not leave a trail of past love on the floor, the popped out boys sat down on the couch next to each other. For some reason, they still avoided looking at each other's bodies, even though they had watched so closely as each body went into action. That seemed to be different. They could watch each other fuck or get sucked or anything else, but when the action was over, they even tried to avoid each other's eyes.
They damn well knew what each other looked like now, and it was the sober thought after the sex drink that made them feel embarrassed. They would wrestle and play and fight among each other when they had their clothes on, but now that they were all nude, they wouldn't even sit close to enough to be in danger of touching each other. Still, all of them knew that once they were rested up and the action started up again, and they were all hoping that it would start up again, the naked bodies wouldn't phase them a bit. It seemed as if Dora was the catalyst. As long as she was there, they didn't much care what happened.
But Dora wouldn't be there for awhile. She was going to have a long spell on the toilet, and another long time cleaning up that big body of hers and she also had some thinking to do. She was no longer afraid that the boys would try to escape while she left them alone, but now that the heat of her passion had worn off so completely, she was again like a drunk waking up the morning after.
The boys had enjoyed it too much. Not that she didn't want them to enjoy it, because the more that they enjoyed it, the more she would,, but she was still scared that things were beginning to get out of her hands. If it kept up like it was going, she wouldn't have to threaten them and order them to come back to her house. She would have a hard time keeping them away. And again, what was it going to be like in school, with three knowledgeable boys sitting there looking up at her and not only knowing what she looked like with no clothes on, but knew how she felt on the inside, and how she acted when they were in her inside.
Yes, she not only had a lot to think about, but she had a lot of plans to make. And after all that fucking, and in her present, sober, frame of mind, she was finding it difficult even to think, let alone make plans. In fact, she didn't even know what to do with them once she came out of the bathroom. Anymore sex was out of the question, at least for awhile, so what should she do in the meantime? She couldn't just pack them up and send them home. Not without another stern warning or a beating or something, and besides, she really didn't want them to go yet. She would think of something. Even if they couldn't do anything now, those little naked bodies were too fascinating to turn loose.
Then she got at least the germ of an idea.
She wouldn't hit them, and maybe she wouldn't even have to do too much threatening. She would humiliate them. She would go out there and get dressed, and she would take their clothes and look them up in her room. She knew how embarrassed they were in each other's presence when they were naked, and now was her chance to capitalize on it. She didn't know just exactly what she was going to do to make them even more humiliated, but at least she had a start, and she didn't have to linger in the bathroom after depositing her own deposits in the toilet and using her douche to clean any residue out.
When she reentered the living room, all three of them were sitting there looking as sheepish as they could look already, and without saying a word, she scooped up all of the clothes, including hers, which had been so eagerly discarded on the floor, and walked out of the room with them. But the boys were not too surprised at her actions. All they figured that she was doing was clearing the deck for the next round, and they were rather eagerly awaiting her next appearance even though they were still not in the proper condition. A woman like Dora might have almost anything up her sleeve, and they were always willing to learn. Imagine their consternation when she finally did reappear and she was fully dressed.
She still didn't know what she was going to do, but she figured that if she played it a little a time, things would happen, so first thing she did was to order them off the couch, and she sat down herself. And although she might not have realized it right away, her strategy was working perfectly, because even though she was an overwhelming sight when she was naked, she was twice as imposing with her clothes on. Especially when they didn't have any clothes on, and the fact that she was dressed and they were still as naked as plucked chickens made each one of them feel so small that they could have crawled into a crack in the floor and disappeared.
She was enjoying herself immensely as she watched them standing around, not knowing what to do with their hands, not knowing what to do with their feet, and above all, not knowing what to do about the exposed sex orgasms that seemed to vital before, and so embarrassing now. Each one of them looked as if he was doing a little private dance as he kepi shuffling his body around trying to keep it from the view of the others. After only a couple of minutes of this, she knew that she had them right where she wanted them.
But again, just as when she had administered the beatings to them, she knew that she could not go too far without actually inviting open rebellion. When it appeared that they had had enough, that she had gone as far as she could go with one thing, she would have to switch to another. And she figured that this had gone far enough, but what to do next. They must be kept in a state that would not allow them to think, but also would impress on their minds that she was still the boss. And her stomach soon gave her the answer.
She had not eaten very much that morning since she had been worried about what was going to happen, and the exercise that she had just been through on the couch had made her hungry. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until her mind had begun to settle down a little at the sight of the fidgety boys and she figured that she had lost little or no control over them. In all their naked glory, she was going to assign each one of them a task and have them prepare some lunch for her. She didn't know whether they knew how to cook or not, but she would just give them simple things and tell them how to do it and let her little boy slaves wait on her like the queen she wanted them to think she was.
And rather than stand there fidgeting and not knowing what to do, her 'subjects' were almost glad to hear their 'sovereign' speak and give them something to get out of this predicament. Robert mumbled a soft 'me' when asked who knew how to make coffee, and Harold admitted that he could make some eggs. William was left with the task of making some toast and buttering it. It was not a very pretentious meal, but it would soothe her rumbling stomach, and later on if she found that they could do better things, she would make them do it. This was just the beginning. A sort of feeling out point, and she even let herself smile outwardly as she saw the little bare asses jiggling as they double timed to the kitchen.
The coffee was too strong, the eggs were only half cooked, and the toast was burnt, but she was hungry. She had intended to let them stand there and watch her eat, figuring that they would be hungry too, but then again she thought as long as they were inflicting this punishment on her, she would let them inflict it on themselves, and she told them to go and make some of the same for them. She had little doubt that they could have done much better under different circumstances, like if they had their clothes on, and were not afraid of her, but then if that was the case, she most likely wouldn't have had all those orgasms that she had had in the last couple of days.
And she was only half acting when she growled and complained about the food that she was eating. It was a good tiling that she was so hungry, because when she really got into it; she found that it was more horrible than she thought A fleeting thought that passed through her mind was that if they also ate this slop, none of them would be in any condition to resume their sexual efforts. They would probably be too busy in the bathroom.
But, as stated before, she was hungry, an she ate it, and although it tasted like something that the hogs had pushed aside, it was still good food. And it wasn't until she was finished that she noticed that the boys hadn't come out into the living room again. She took her plate and cup and went into the kitchen and as she put it in the sink she saw them sitting around the table eating their own cooking, and was gratified to see that they were suffering as much as she had.
When they were finished, she assigned one to wash, one to dry, and the other to put the dishes and things back where she got them and she returned to the couch. The speed with which they returned to the living room told her that they had done no better job cleaning up than they did with the cooking, but she didn't say anything about it. They were learning, and she would train them. The naked bodies running around with the little soft dicks swinging back and forth, plus the feeling of fullness in her stomach began to bring her back to life. She was not quite ready yet, and she knew it, and she also knew that they weren't either, but at least they had gotten a start.
Well, she was taking things as they came, one at a time, and after the meal and everything, they were right back where they started from. They were all in the living room, and she was seated on the couch, and the bare-assed boys were standing around fidgeting again. What next. It was" too soon for her to start stripping again, and she knew that there was no use trying to have them put on a show for her because that might really blow the works. She decided on another hopefully humiliating tactic.
She got up and walked past them and turned on the television which was facing the couch from about ten feet away. Now the couch was pretty long, but she figured that by inserting her bulk on it she could make it quite a bit shorter, so she sat down several feet from the end when she had the program on, and told them to sit down on the other side of her. There was just barely room for the three bodies to fit, and there was no way that they could keep from squeezing against each other. Although she would have liked to see it, she wasn't going to make them do anything to each other. She was just going to take as much advantage as she could of the fact that they were embarrassed by each other. And in a way it worked. She knew that none of them had any idea of what was on the television as they squirmed uncomfortably in their places.
But she wasn't interested in the television either, and the sight of the naked bodies wriggling around on the couch next to her soon made her want to join them. It was a case by now of ready or not. here I come. And although there might not be much coming done in the beginning, they would be able to get next to each other enough so that she could turn the television off. And that was what she did first.
The writhing bodies paused as she got up again, and although they didn't get too much excitement out of watching her turn the set off, they began to come to again as she turned around and faced them and started to unbutton her blouse. Dora figured that they had had enough humiliating, or at leas! she hoped that they had, and as far as she was concerned she was ready to get back on the loveable side. It was a shame that she couldn't show them just how loveable she could be. but she was getting rather used to wearing that scowl on her face when she was facing them, no matter what kind of mood she was really in. But she soon noticed that they weren't looking at her face anyway.
The only problem was, were they ready for this? It had been less than an hour since they had abandoned the couch, and although she wanted to go again, she still wasn't in the proper mood. Oh her mind was in the mood all right, but her body had not yet caught up with her thoughts, and she knew it would be even more difficult for them. She recognized the fact that a female had a distinctive advantage over the male when it came to sex, because whether her body was in the mood or not, the hole was always there, and no matter how much it had been used it was always available for use again.
But the male had to actually be in the proper mood before he was able to perform, because if he had been overly used, even the power of her mind could not conjure up a suitable hard-on. And in the normal course of events, a limp dick was useless for anything besides pissing through. But if the female was the kind of female that Dora was, and she was still as hungry as Dora, it could not be counted as being in he normal course of events, and although they may not be able to perform the way she would like them to, there was nothing stopping her from doing a little performing on her own.
Actually, she had been thinking of using her hungry mouth on the dicks that were obviously doing their best to attain their full performance rating but not quite making it, but she figured that perhaps a little 'show and tell' first would hasten their recovery. So she paid no attention to their goggle eyes as she removed the last of her clothes, and just ordered them in her gruffest manner to get up from the couch, and as they again lined up in front of her as she sat down, she proceeded to put on a show that would have been rated triple X in the sleaziest porno theater.
She slumped back on the couch and slid her ass forward until it was just barely on the edge and she was almost sitting on the end of her spine, and then she stretched her legs out full length in front of her, so far out that the boys had to move back, and opened them so wide that she could feel the muscles and tendons in her crotch straining. If they didn't have a good view of the female anatomy now, they never would.
And as she placed her hands down between her legs and spread the lips of her pussy even further apart, she began a running commentary on what she was doing and why she was doing it and everything else that she could think of. She even went so far as to inform them that this was what every girl in the world looked like, included the girls in the school, the other teachers, their girl friends, and even their sisters if they had any, and their mothers. And while the boys watched and listened to; the verbal pornography spouting from her mouth,, not realizing that she was once more so drunk with sex that she didn't even know what she was saying, they all felt the effects of the whole thing on their own sex organs.
All three of them had stuck their dicks in that hole, and all three tongues had tasted the hole and all the rest of the girl meat that surrounded it. but somehow, this seemed even sexier than anything they had done or hoped to do. It was as if something out of their wildest dreams had suddenly come true, and they not only forgot about their shyness at being nude together, but they also forgot that anyone else was there. Each one seemed to be alone in the room with the wildest show on earth being staged for only their benefit.
But Dora wasn't even aware by now at the overwhelming success of her plan, as she herself was now all alone, and she was back on her bed and on the towel and the boys didn't even exist. She was lost in one of her most fantastic self-imposed orgies, and she wouldn't have noticed if all of the boys parents came streaming through the door at the same time.
She may not have been this hot when she started off, but all of the factors added up. and now the only thing that was missing was the steam coming out of her ears. There might not be much juice left in her sex reservoir, but as she had been thinking before, the cunt was always there, and always available, and her own nudity in front of the nude boys was causing her to use it to the best of her ability. And the combined factors started whatever little juices she had left to start flowing, and it appeared that they had begun to flow in the wrong direction as instead of flowing out through her vagina, they were obviously inundating her brain.
But as this stage of the game, it didn't make that much difference. They had all done just about everything that any of them figured that they could do, and they were all hoping that then would be even more. And to the boyish heads, and even to the womanly head, this looked like the more that they had been looking for. But although her voice trembled as she continued speaking in rhythm with the trembling of her body, Dora couldn't quite bring herself to the final climax. The fire was blazing inside of her, but she would need more fuel to pour on it before it would reach the desired white hot heat.
And as her eyes began to refocus and bring to her inflamed mind the visions that surrounded her, she began to formulate the germ of another idea. If she could put on a performance like this for their benefit, why couldn't each one take turns putting on a similar performance for the benefit of the others? She would have each of the boys take his turn on the couch while she and the others stood by and watched the same as they were doing to her now. And although she hated to leave herself up in the air like this, she figured that it would be the best way. With her mind in this kind of a condition, she would have no scruples at all, and she would be able to insure the greatest show possible.
And her sex-fogged mind also thought that there would be another advantage to it. What greater humiliation could a boy have than to have to make love to himself with his fist in front of his friends? She was unable to realize that right now, it wouldn't make that much difference to them. They were just as sexed up as she was, they couldn't care less what they did as long as it was pleasurable. A little bit earlier, and it would have been an entirely different story. She just might have had the rebellion that she had feared so much, but after watching and listening to her as she masturbated and dissertated, they just possibly might have even made love to each other if she had so demanded.
If she had put herself in their place, and recalled how lost she got in her private fantasies as she worked herself over, she would have known that even though the boys were of a different sex, the mind ran in more or less the same direction. Sex was sex, and whether it was begin inserted into one or being inserted by another one, the feelings that resulted were so much the same that it hardly made any difference. The feelings emanated from the sex glands and eventually wind up in the brain which triggers the entirety of the sexual sensations, and although it is easy to tell the difference between male and female by looking at the sex organs, it would be very difficult to tell the difference between the male and female brain if they were layed out on a table side by side.
Therefore, when she decided to start from the bottom again, and ordered Robert to take her place on the couch, he not only immediately emulated her position, but he was almost immediately lost to his present surroundings the same as she had been. And as she looked at the other two boys, she found that they were watching him just about as intensely as they had been watching her. It was as if there was no difference in the sex involved, and the whole immediate world consisted of nothing but sex as sex itself. Male and female no longer existed. And the looks on Harold's and William's faces told her that she would now be able to go to any lengths with them, including her desire to see them make love to each other, but something in the back of her mind told her not to. She decided to just make herself, and the others, comfortable, and she pulled up an armchair in front of the couch where Robert was industriously going about his business. She sat down in it and invited the other two boys to sit on the arms next to her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The chair was big, but so was Dora, and as she sank back into its overstuffed softness to enjoy the show, she spread her arms out and wrapped one around each of the young bodies. And though they were well within her reach, she was careful not to touch the two meaty flagpoles that projected from the bottom of the boys bellies. They were far enough gone now, and she didn't want to do anything to make it any worse. And Harold and William hardly noticed the big arms cuddling them as they watched their buddy Robert begin to pant and shake as his part of the act started to draw to a close.
The boys might not have appreciated the beauty of Robert's body in motion, but it was not lost on Dora. She was enjoying the whole scene, although her eyes may have been focused on the most important part of it, but whether they would later admit it or not, all that Harold and William were watching was the vital action as the fist pumped the milky fluid from the hard, quivering meat. Unconsciously, they might have been comparing the size of his dick to theirs, but consciously they were really waiting for him to get through because they knew that they would take his place next.
This had become so much of a ritual now, that they didn't even have to be told what to do. They knew that whatever was happening, it would be Robert first, then William, then Harold, and as they saw the stream erupt from the tortured meat, Harold remained where he was as Robert got up and William moved in to take his place. And William was ready even sooner than Robert was. He didn't even notice the sheepish look on Robert's face as he went over to the chair to sit on the arm that was still warm from William's ass. Robert was cooled off now, and he was just beginning to realize what he had done. But it didn't bother him for long as he watched William take his large meat in his hand and start to go to work on it.
He just barely felt Dora's arm as it went around his body, but after a few seconds he was able to feel the way that it was trembling, and he looked down and saw Dora's thighs pressing together and then relaxing and pressing together again. This little scenario was obviously getting to her just as much as it was with the boys, and the only difference was that she had had a head start and was hotter than a firecracker even before the boys took over.
And so far, Harold's mind was so intent on what was going on in front of him, that he hadn't arrived at the awareness that Robert had. Robert knew that by the time his friends had finished, there would be a very anxious cunt available, and he could feel the sap rising in him again as he divided his attentions between the fist-wrapped dick on the couch and the cunt that was begin masturbated by the woman's own thighs. He had never been interested in dicks before, or at least he tried to think that he had never been, but everyone possessed a built-in curiosity, and Robert was no exception. He had never seen a dick shoot a load, that is except his own, and he was surprised to find that the sight of a boy jerking off would have such an effect on his own dick. But he tried to dismiss it as thinking that it was really the sight of the huge thighs rubbing the pussy lips together that was exciting him all over again. But whatever it was, it was doing to job.
He never thought to look over and check Harold's preparedness as he watched with awe as the end of William's cock opened up and spouted a stream of milky juice that landed almost between Dora's feet and gradually subsided until it left a wet trail all the way back to the couch. For a second load, that wasn't bad at all. And when Dora saw the penis shot arcing over in her direction, she had all she could' do to keep from letting her own out to join it on the floor.
Robert didn't notice that she now had her thighs clenched tightly together rather than rubbing them and opening and closing them, as he was now more interested in the scene before him. William made no attempt to wipe the residue from his dick or his hand, as he was still in half a fog as he got up and passed Harold as they exchanged places. And when he Finally settled on the arm of the chair, he didn't have the activated legs to catch his attention as Robert had, so he fastened his attention on Harold.
And therefore William had no excuse for the feeling that quickly began to return to his dick as he watched the biggest boy proceed to manipulate the biggest meat that he had seen yet. His only excuse for being aroused by the sight of a boy jerking off could have been that it was just another form of sex, and right now his mind was so full of sex that he probably would have gotten a thrill out of watching two pigs fucking. But whatever it was, it didn't matter. All .that mattered was that he was rapidly getting ready for the next round with Dora, and that fact didn't escape her attention either.
But Harold didn't escape anyone's attention either. It was only a young dick, and it still had a lot of growing to do, but as far as anyone present was concerned, it might as well have been the biggest dick in the world. Certainly Dora had never had a bigger one, although she was well aware that they came in much more impressive sizes. And the other two boys, not having had the opportunity of viewing a full grown male dick in its regal state, thought that they were observing the ultimate.
They had all seen each others dicks of course, but only when they were going in and out of Dora's body. They had all averted their eyes at other times. This was the first time that they actually were able, and willing as far as that goes to observe each other in the raw. And though William and Robert would never said it out loud, or even consciously admit it to themselves, they were tremendously impressed with Harold's endowments. And whether it was a bit of jealousy or not, they were equally impressed with the size of the balls that hung so low between his outstretched legs that they covered his asshole.
They were not aware of course that when they were in that same position their own balls managed to screen the big hole from view, but they were totally aware of the fact that lie had them beaten far and away and they could understand why Dora preferred him when it came to fucking. But that thought didn't bother them either, as they knew that whether or not their dicks found favor with her fuck hole, they would still be well taken care ol. Ami as the head of Harold's cock popped in and out of the top of his fist, and seemed to grow larger and redder and shinier with each stroke, the three bodies on he chair were unknowingly and unwittingly performing their own little maneuvers in rhythm with tin rapidly increasing motions of his hand.
All six eyes were as big as saucers as they saw Harold's body begin to stiffen and his movements become jerky. They all knew what that signified, as they had all been through it many times themselves, and all three of them seemed to hold their breath at one time as they waited for the moment of truth to arrive. They all wanted to see him come, but there were mixed reasons as to why. The two boys might have been unconsciously wanting to see what they looked like when they shot their own load, or they might have been trying to compare Harold's virility with their own. Dora though, was holding her breath for a different reason.
She was wishing that she was closer to him so that he wouldn't waste all that male juice on the floor, and it was difficult for her to hold herself back as she watched his body go into the final spasms. She settled for just comparing the velocity with which each one expanded his passion, and remembering that William's come had almost reached her feet, she tried to gauge the direction in which Harold's sperm was about to come and stuck her feet out to see if she could at least get some of it somewhere on her body.
He missed, but not entirely, and she was more than satisfied with his performance. Although it was only the end of her toe that got splashed, it seemed that she had received an electric shock that reverberated and tingled and touched every nerve in her body. That was all she could stand, and by now the two boys on the arms of the chair on either side of her were also back into their prime. And there would come up even sooner than he had anticipated, as Dora had some ideas of her own, and they didn't involve the boys taking turns had they had gotten used to the. She may have been hotter than hot, but she wanted Harold to be the one that pulled the trigger, so she decided to set herself up for the other boys first. But instead of one at a time, she was going to take on two of them at once, and in places where it would do the least damage to her. already overburdened internal system. And they didn't need too much directing as they watched her maneuver her great body into position.
It was only a matter of who did what, and Harold, knowing that he was going to be left out of it for the time being, remained where he was on the couch. He would now be the one that had the -ring side seat. The show -started as Dora got up from the chair and quickly landed on her knees facing it as she motioned Robert to sit down in her place. And when Robert was in position with his ass on the very end of the seat and his dick sticking up so that it was pointed at the ceiling, she stuck her ass up and signalled for William to take his place behind her. He would have known what to do without her telling him. but as he got on his own knees, he found that he was faced with two holes.
But William quickly found that he did not have the choice of those two holes as when Dora leaned over Robert's lap, she put her hands behind her and unmistakably spread her big, fat ass cheeks apart and exposed the hole that she wanted William to work on. And William didn't mind. This was the only place that he hadn't tried yet.
Her asshole was just as wet as her cunt was from the juices that had escaped from her vagina and run down the crack of her ass during the performance that the boys had put on. Therefore, even though the sphincter of her rectum was as normally tight and resistant as it would be expected to be, he had little trouble gaining its deepest depths. And to William, the tightness was actually exhilarating. lie thought that the cunt hole had been good, but he was learning more as he went along. And the more he went, the longer it was getting, and although Dora had been a bit apprehensive of having that bigger dick thrust into her from her more sensitive asshole, she was learning something herself. She could not only take it, but she was just about ready to try an even bigger one. But not now. This would do for now. She was saving the biggest one for the final moments, and she hoped that Harold would be ready to take over.
Even in all the books and stories that she had read, Dora had never heard of a rectal orgasm, but she was on the verge of one now as she felt the long meat sliding so deliciously into her bowels. Of course she knew that the orgasm would not come through her rectum, but the meat inside of her, as small as it was, seemed to fill her whole body and instill its warmth and fullness not only in the canal that it was actually occupying, but also in every corner and curve of her body. Her outer flesh felt like a sausage skin that was begin overstuffed, and as she bent over Robert's lap and took his meat into her mouth so deeply that the big spongy head touched the back of her throat, she wouldn't have been surprised to find that the head of the other dick was coming up her throat to meet it.
With a cock in her mouth, and one up her ass, and her body between them going into a frenzy that resembled the final burst of fireworks on a Fourth of July evening, Dora knew that she would not be able to hold back. She did not want that massive orgasm until she had finished with this and got it the right way with Harold on top of her and his big dick inside of her, but she had no choice. And as the fireworks increased in volume and got hotter and hotter as they approached the final phase, the two boys that were working on her, even though they were hot enough themselves, began to feel the urgency in her body being transferred to their own bodies, and Harold felt as if his own dick was ready to explode again as he watched the violence going on before him.
And violent would be the only word that could be attributed to the action. Dora's massive body looked like a huge lump of quivering jelly as she shook from head to foot as her head bobbed up and down so fast and so far that Harold knew that she must be taking Robert's meat all the way into her throat, and her ass was going into such spasm that he was surprised that William didn't lose his place. But William had a tight hold on her hips, and he wasn't about to get evicted from his wonderful new home until he was ready to leave it on his own accord. And he was rapidly getting ready.
If Harold hadn't expanded himself so much before, he also probably would have let go as he watched the three bodies go into what was obviously their final convulsions. His meat was as hard as it could get, and he felt the remainder of his juices boiling within him, and his ass wriggled on the couch as he watched the jerky, wriggling motions of William's ass as he strove desperately to hold on to the bucking buttocks before him. And he obviously succeeded in accomplishing his goal, as his body suddenly stiffened as he jammed himself up against the big ass cheeks. Arid Harold knew that he was draining himself into her guts the same as Robert was now doing so deep in her mouth that his drainage must have been going directly down into her stomach.
He didn't know how right he was, but he could immediately judge the effects that it had on the big woman. She was still on her knees, but her ass and her head rose into the air at the same time as the two loads of sperm acted like gasoline being poured on a fire as her entire body flared up in one roaring blaze. If William's ass and legs hadn't been in the way, Harold would have had a first hand view of the gratitude that poured down her thighs and made little puddles on the floor around her knees.
Before her great bulk finally settled down, she had succeeded in ridding herself of that wonderfully torturous piece of meat that had been driving her insides insane from the back. But it didn't matter, as William had let go everything that he had before the bucking bronco of an ass finally threw him. And Harold was able to see the final part of her eruption as William backed away from her and made his way to the couch. Her legs were far enough apart so that he could see the hair of her crotch, and it had turned to a darker color from the soaking that it had received from her pussy as her vagina flushed her insides out.
And even when the still panting, still trembling William sat down beside him on the couch, they could see the fluid glistening against her flesh as the remnants of her passion continued to flow down the insides of her thighs to join the little wet spots on the carpet. But although her body had calmed down somewhat and the violent convulsions had subsided, she was still evidently lost in a fog of passion. Her body was still quivering enough so that it seemed to have a rippling effect on her flesh as she once again lowered her head onto Robert's lap.
They couldn't see her face from where they were sitting, as the huge ass and thighs blotted out everything, but they could see Robert's upper torso and his face, and they could tell from the look on his face just about what she was doing. The only thing that they didn't know was what was going on inside of her head. Aside from the dick being once more inside of it that is, and they didn't know that she was using that already expanded dick as a sort of a pacifier and a time killer and a rejuvenator all at the same time.
Right now, she needed all three of them desperately. As the passion flowed out of her body, so did all her sense of security. Instead of being the all-powerful potentate, the aggressive Amazon, the ruler of all she surveyed, she was once again just a female school teacher. And with three naked boys who were awaiting her next move and her next word. And she knew that she couldn't afford to goof now. She still wanted Harold's dick, but she didn't want it as bad as she did before the great explosion, and that was one of the reasons that she went down on Robert again. She knew that the little cock was exhausted, but at least the feel of it in her mouth would give her back some of her courage. She hoped. And besides, it would also give her time to think.
She knew damn well that two of hte boys were sitting right behind her and looking straight up her own behind. And she also knew damn well that this vision would persist in their minds forevermore, and especially when they all arrived in school tomorrow. When she sat at her desk, she would have to keep her knees together, knowing that as they looked toward her they could visualize just what was between those legs and what they had done to it. And she would also be rather apprehensive as she turned her back to write on the blackboard as when she presented them with he big ass, three knowledgeable boys would be able to feel her asshole cuddling their almost insatiable cocks.
She need very much to work herself into another sexual high before she could get up and face them, and with her face where it was now, she would be able to ruminate for a little while without anything looking too suspicious. And as she felt the dick that had seemed to begin to lose interest before regaining that interest in her mouth, she felt a renewed awakening inside of her too. Not as urgent as it had been before, but enough to start rebuilding her self confidence.
And by the time the previously crumbling dick had begun to revive and start to reach back toward the opening of her throat, she felt that she was able to get up and face the world. The only problem was that she would have to face it with a stem countenance, and in the condition that she was in, that would not be easy. Not that she was actually happy, but she was not in the mood to be mad either. At the present, her face was sort of in between, but as she raised her head and let the rapidly hardening cock leave her lips, she forced herself to place what she hopd was enough of a scowl on her face to make a positive impression on them.
When she got up and turned around and looked at Harold and William, he did not at all like what she saw. Although there were no grins, or no other signs of levity on their faces, there was also no sign of the fear or apprehension that she was desperately wanting to keep there. Their present countenances were almost unreadable. They were just looking at her. That was all. There seemed to be no emotions painted across their features, except possibly those of just patience. They were waiting to see what was going to happen next, but they no longer had any fear of what was going to happen next.
Somehow, before they left this house today, she was going to have to swing the pendulum back in her direction. She was going to have to put a look of fear back on all three faces, and put it there so deeply that they would feel it all through their bodies. But as her eyes caught sight of Harold's readiness, she figured that she could put off her own fears for awhile, as they were not ready to leave yet. Especially Harold. And as she felt her own insides warming up again as a result of the sight of that largest available hunk of meat, she just went over and took Harold by the hand and led him back to the chair.
Even as she did it, she had no idea of what she was going to do, but that dick was ready to do anything, and so was she. They didn't quite make it to the chair however, when her semi-sex-drugged mind came up with what she hoped would be a solution to the immediate problem. She had already forgotten about the other boys, and the need to reinstate her authority, as her bodily needs were now beginning to take preference. And she knew that her body was still not quite up to the expectations in her mind and before she got down to the real business of producing another orgasm, she would have to do something to achieve the required maximum enthusiasm.
The other two boys just sat there and watched. Most of their own enthusiasm had been drained from them, but the fact that their penises did not retreat all the way into themselves was a sign that they still had a real interest in what was going on. And as they saw and realized what was going to take place, their semi-flagging interest began to be renewed. They were only a few feet away, and they could not hear the hoarse words that Dora muttered, but they could see that Harold understood them as he laid down on his back on the floor in front of the sex chair.
Even Robert and William began to recognize the fact that Dora no longer realized that they were there, otherwise, they figured that she wouldn't have put on the show that she did in front of them as she was preparing to go to work on Harold. They could see that her eyes were open, but they could also see that she wasn't looking through them. And she wasn't. All of her visions, thoughts and feelings were turned inward as she placed her feet one on each side of Harold's head and got ready to assume her own position.
The world had disappeared again as she looked down at the body below her, and all she could see outside of her own confused ? thoughts was that big cock that was laying lengthwise on the boy's belly. So hard that it wasn't actually laying, but more or less waving an inch or so above it, and seemed to be striving vainly to reach the nearest hole, which was his belly button. And as she rubbed her hands up and down her body to try to erase the tingly feeling that seemed to be pervading every inch of her skin, the boys watched in awe as she ran her hands through her crotch and seemed to be trying to rub the remainder of her passion fluid all over her body. '
And although they had seen and admired that magnificent pair of huge milk bottles that she proudly exhibited on her chest, they had been so much more interested in the lower part of her body that they had not paid too much attention to them. Now, however, they could not help but focus their attention on them, as Dora's hands lifted them from the bottom and seemed to push them up and out so far that they appeared to be proclaiming to the world that they were her and she was them and none of them gave a damn who knew it.
And Robert and William stared in awe as she massaged the semi-hard nipples into little stiff cones of passion that looked like two miniature hard-ons sticking out of the enormous mounds of succulent flesh. They could feel the foreskin on their own dicks peeling back as the sight of that big woman had its effect on their minds and the shriveled cockheads began to fill out once more and seek the view that the eyes were taking in. And though the balls of both boys were beginning to shrivel because of overwork and had lost the ability to produce the sexual fluid on demand, the blood still rushed into the organ above them and gave at least the impression that desire still remained.
Dora was ready now. She had been ready before, but right now she was even more ready, and there was no doubt in the boy's minds what was going to happen next as she dropped to her knees and squatted over Harold's face. It was going to be a sixty-nine job that would be guaranteed to put both her and Harold in the proper mood for what was to follow. Everything inside of her was building up to a fuck that would leave her insides as dry as the desert in death valley, and she was going to make sure that Harold's insides would be ready to become just as parched as her own. And with her face being concealed by his fat', round thighs, it didn't make any difference that she had lost the forbidding scowl.
And it was not only Harold's face that was lost from view, but his entire head as the massive thighs settled down on each side of it. But as he felt her lips tighten around his dick, and felt the moist cavern of the inside of her mouth as it sucked and bobbed and forced the loose skin back and forth on his rigid meat better tan a hand could, he found himself in the perfect mood to face the abundance of femaleness that was presented to him. His only problem was where to start on it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The session lasted long enough for the boys to feel some life returning to their straining testicles, and they didn't realize how much the two bodies on the floor were straining to achieve their goals. While William and Robert were becoming at least partly revitalized by the sight of the grunting, groaning and convulsing bodies before them, the aforementioned bodies were rapidly depleting all the reserves of energy and passion that was left in them.
But although their physical bodies were on the verge of exhaustion, their mental awareness was centered in the area of their genitals and they would be able to carry on until the individual sex centers had run completely out of gas. The fuel tanks were empty now. and they were just running on the fumes, but there were enough fumes left to run another few feet of cock in and out of the highly receptive vagina. And although the fumes did manage to catch fire and heat up the insides of both tanks, there was not quite enough ignition to set off the hoped for explosion, and eventually the speed diminished and the bodies came to a reluctant, shuddering halt.
Dora almost forgot about the tremendous difference in the weight of their bodies as she let herself go and completely relaxed on top of the small boy. And it seemed to make little difference to Harold either even though he was having the breath squeezed out of him. His sensitive meat was still buried in the hot sexuality of her body, and he would have preferred to leave it there until it slipped out of its own accord regardless of what he had to go through in the meantime.
And by the time that Dora had caught her breath and felt able to get up and face the real world again. Harold's meat had shrunk up so that he no longer was able to enjoy the feel of her body and as soon as she released him, he was up on his feet also. He might have still been panting a bit, but as he looked at his pals on the couch, he realized that he had had the best part of it. Because he was panting from what he had had, and they were panting for what they were hoping to get, and he knew that they were not going to get anything.
All they were going to get from this point on was a tongue lashing that Dora hoped would last them until they all gathered together in the house again. Or at least through the day tomorrow. Tomorrow was the uppermost subject in her mind, and as the three boys sat there in a row on the couch, she even forgot to take advantage of the situation by putting her own clothes on first as she verbally laid into them.
It was just a shame that she wasted all that energy, and all that time and worked herself into a massive frenzy as she exhorted at them, because they not only were actually still frightened enough of her to keep their mouths shut, but they were also looking forward to the next meeting just as much as she was and none of them would do anything to spoil it. The fear may have still been there, as they still figured that she had the goods on them and they didn't want to take any chances of their parents finding out about their scholarly foibles, but their desire to continue this fantastic relationship even outweighed the worry over their other problems. The whole thing was so impressed on their minds already that they still wouldn't even discuss it amongst themselves when they left her.
But Dora was still totally unaware of what was really going on in their minds, and now that her body had been turned into a complete sexual vacuum, she was more worried than ever as she thought about tomorrow. Tomorrow would come, just like today had come, and there was still a long evening ahead, and an even longer night. And this evening and this night were going to be even longer and worse than the previous one that she had suffered through. At least on the previous one, the following day was Sunday. This one would culminate in a weekday. A school day. And her worry would extend not only through the evening and the night, but also through the entire day until she found out what was going to happen.
She sat down on the couch that seemed to be still warm from the bodies that had been occupying it, and stared blankly at the television which she had turned on to try to take her mind off of things. It didn't work though all she could see were the shadows of light and darkness that flitted across the screen, and she had no idea of whether she was watching the news or a horror picture. What difference did it make?
She knew that she should take a bath or a shower and change into clean clothes, but then again, what difference did that make? She could even feel a grumbling in her stomach that told her that she needed something to eat. but she didn't even have that ambition right now to get up and go into the kitchen. What were the boys doing now? They had not even had time to get home yet. Were they still all together and giggling over what had happened today'. ' Did her violent lecture have enough effect on them so that they would keep their mouths shut? Were they still so afraid of her that they would heed her final words of admonition? She didn't know. She hadn't liked the looks on their faces as they went out the door. Could she possibly have lost control over them in only tow days" It was possible. Maybe she should have administered more beatings after all. But it was too late now.
After all her education, and years of dealing with people, mainly children but also with adults such as parents and other teachers and principals and so forth and so on, she still found herself at a loss when it came to dealing with the human mind. Even her own, as far as that went. Her mind was sharp, almost photogenic when it came to absorbing information and then spouting it out again, but as far as digesting and understanding the knowledge and making her own mental improvements and comments on it, she was simply lost.
It was the same way with these three kids. She knew what had happened, and how they had reacted to it, and above all, she knew her own reactions. And their reactions, even though they had taken place over only two days were completely inconsistent. Where she had started off violently and ended up more confused than anything else. They were afraid of her knowledge of their school behavior, and were frightened of the way that she reinforced it with her hands. But now that they had learned that she was going to use her mouth more than her hands, how would that effect them?
Especially the way she used her mouth on them. And in fact the way she used her whole body on them. And used their bodies. What effect would it have? Would they realize that she was all mouth now and little if anything of anything else? And use the knowledge to make the whole deal backfire on her? She didn't think so, because whatever might have happened to them originally, they seemed to be enjoying what was going on now. But the thing that bothered her the most, was that she didn't know.
As she stared unseeing at the screen that was now rolling like mad and seemed to be making her eyeballs roll up and down in her head in a rather hypnotic effect, she tried to picture the boys on their way home. Tried to figure out just where they would be by now, and whether they would still be together. It was impossible though, because even though she knew their addresses, she had no idea where the addresses were located. She didn't know how far they would be able to walk together before they had to go their own separate routes, or even if they were going straight home at all. They may have a secret meeting place, or they may just roam the streets and talk over the events of the day If they did that, she was almost certain that sooner or later one of them would come to realize exactly what the situation was. That they had her as much, or more, than she had them. And even with the growling in her stomach, she had no appetite.
As she finally got up and turned off the television with a firm determination to go to the bathroom and at least try to wash some of the afternoon's sex from her body, she had no idea that the kids were already at home in their respective houses, and that not a single mention of the afternoon's activities had passed between them. And there were a couple of reasons for that.
The most obvious reason of course was that they were still fearful of her. Or maybe not exactly her directly, but of their parents if they ever found out about the hooky, the forged excuse notes, the forged report cards, the cutting up in class, and etc. etc. There was little doubt that each one of them had something on his mind that he had done and had not yet been caught, because all of them had done things that would get them in trouble even not counting what their teacher already knew. And then again, there was their teacher.
Scared of her or not, each one of them was ready to go back to her house at any time. But that also led to another thing. A thing that also kept them from discussing it with each other. Now that they had their clothes on and were out of the atmosphere of pure sex, they felt embarrassed in each other's presence. How could they discuss the sight of watching each one of them sitting on the couch beating his meat? And how could they admit the thrill that they had gotten from watching the act?
They even felt uncomfortable in each other's presence now that they had learned and observed the most intimate details about each other. Harold knew almost intimately what William's asshole looked like, and each one knew how big and fat and how durable the other one's dick was, and just what the other's balls looked like. If the whole thing hadn't come on so suddenly, it might not have made that much difference. If they had seen each other naked in a shower or a steam room or had even gone skinny-dipping together, they might have passed it off a little more lightly. But they hadn't. All they had done was play ball, together, play hooky together, and have good, clean, but sometimes questionable fun together. This was a shock to the system, both mind and body, and although it didn't have too much effect on them were Dora had then in the middle of things, it had a very undesirable effect on them when the 'things' were over.
Of course, this was mainly a collective idea. When they were together they did their best to make it seem as if nothing had ever happened. It wasn't easy, because each one knew that he and the others were actually straining to make things look normal, but when they were alone, it was a different story. Each one of them wanted more, but they envisioned themselves getting more without the encumbrance of the other's presence. Robert alone with Dora; William alone with Dora;
Harold alone with Dora. That would be the ideal. But none of them were yet prepared to speak outwardly of their ideal as they parted and went in their individual directions on their way to their homes. All they did was make an appointment to meet tomorrow and walk to school together.
Dora took her shower, or at least she was sure that she did, as she couldn't even remember being under the water. But she did notice that she felt clean and fresh as she slipped her nightgown on over her head. Her mind was too full of ephemeral thoughts to be able to concentrate on the physical, and even the distant rumbling of her demanding stomach did not quite cut through her worries. Her whole body was a torment of weariness from her continued exertions this afternoon, and the pressure of the thoughts in her head that seemed to counteract her tiredness and keep her from going to sleep. She knew that she was going to be a wreck in the morning, but it didn't make any difference now. It was still long before her regular bedtime, and although her body felt that it was long past the time, her mind didn't agree, so she took hold of a book and tried to read herself to sleep.
Somehow, it worked. Subconsciously she had picked the most boring book that she had available, and even without the problems on her mind, her eyes would have begun to convey the dizzying images of the black words that were totally uninteresting as they floated around on the white background of the page to her desperate mind and put it into a hypnotic state. Gratefully, she recognized what was finally happening to her as the book dropped from her hands onto the covers and she felt the converging darkness wrapping around her like the security blanket that she kept clutched to her as a child.
She ha forgotten even to set the alarm clock, but she hardly ever needed it anyway. Years of routine had instilled an internal clock, and even if she did set the alarm she would wake up before it went off. And even with all that had happend, this day was no exception. The only thing different, was that her body seemed to have had no rest. She felt just as tired as she did last night. But as the thoughts began to return in an overwhelming flood to her mind, she realized that it wasn't her body that was at fault. Even during her sleep, she must have been thinking about the day that was coming up.
Of course, she had no choice. She had to get up and face the day no matter how she felt. She could not call in sick, because although the principal might believe her, there were three boys and herself that would know different. It just might look to them like she was crapping out, and it might dawn on them that they held the advantage. No. She had to get up and face it.
It was rough. She still couldn't eat, and she had all she could do to force down a cup of coffee to get the fur out of her mouth, but she managed to clean up and put on her make-up so that she looked at least partly human and got into the lightest, cheeriest dress that she could find in order to further bolster her ego. It didn't really work, but it was the best she could do, and she felt even worse as she walked out the door into the bright sunlight to tackle the day.
The whole thing was routine, and if she hadn't gone through the routine so many times, she might not have been able to do it. Everything was like a dream. She just seemed to drift into the school, drift past the home rooms downstairs and give the usual, repetitive greetings and questions, and float up to her own room on the next floor, and was actually surprised to find herself sitting behind her own desk and looking at the old familiar things. It was as if she had been away for years as she studied the markings on the desk blotter and leafed through the papers that she had seen only two days ago as if she had never seen them before. The kids had not started to come in yet, but she gritted her teeth as she waited for the bell to ring.
When the bell rang, it startled her even though she had been waiting for it, and she had to press all of her reserves into service as she tried to sit there looking as normal as possible and keep her hands from shaking as she held the pencil poised above the attendance sheet as she watched the kids enter the room. And she missed quite a few of them as she watched for the important ones.
Almost all the kids were in and getting settled, and her hand was shaking even more. But when she saw them coming through the door, she should have realized that this was only the normal procedure. They were always among the last ones into the room. The main thing was that they were all there, and they just walked up the aisle and took their seats like any little boy should do in any classroom. They didn't even look up at her. And she was wondering if her sigh of relief was heard by the students in he back rows. She was surprised to find that she had not blown the papers off of her desk.
The day passed. Somehow. She wasn't her usual, aggressive self, but she did manage to give them enough to keep them busy. And it worked two ways. While they were busy, they didn't bother her, and when they didn't bother her, she found that she had too much time on her hands to think. But the disruptive nucleus of her original problem, the three boys, seemed to be completely subdued, and with them instigating anything, the whole class settled down.
It wasn't until late in the afternoon, just before the last bell that she was so quiveringly, impatiently waiting for finally sounded that she began to feel a little bit at ease. Nothing had happened all day, what could happen now? Robert, William and Harold had been little angels, and the rest of the class followed suit. Fine, but the day was not over. And she was tired, and she was hungry and she was still living a dream. As far as she was concerned, she might still be laying in bed and when she woke up she would have the whole day to start with all over again.
But there was no mistaking the clattering resonance of that final bell, and as it woke her from her lethargy, she could see all of the pupils Filing out of the room with the exception of the three most worrisome ones. They had gotten up from their desks, but they just stood there looking at her and seemed to be waiting for her to say or do something. And for seconds, which seemed like hours; seemed like time had been frozen, she could not think of what to do or say. It was only the expectant looks on their faces that prompted her to tell them that if they wanted to visit her after they had finished their homework, they were welcome to come to her house. And as they filed out the door, she had a pretty good idea that all of them were going to show up.
Dora didn't even remember going home or how she got there. She knew she must have walked, because even though it was a long way she only took the bus if it was rainy or something like that, but what difference did it make? She was home, and it seemed as if she had been away from home for a long time, but she knew she hadn't, and she knew that all her fears were unwarranted. Or at least she hoped so. Was it a part of the dream that she was having that the boys were going to show up again? Tonight? She wasn't sure, but she didn't think so, and she wasn't going to do any more worrying about it. She was going to take a shower and get all of that stinky perspiration off of her, and above all she was going to get something to eat. Her stomach was going out of control now. And then she would relax and wait for the doorbell.