Chapter 6
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.