Dora Spanked Her Horny Students
by Stuart Weler


FOREWORD 

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. 


THE END
