Chapter 2
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.