Chapter 1
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.