Chapter 5
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.