Chapter 8
The session lasted long enough for the boys to feel some life returning to their straining testicles, and they didn't realize how much the two bodies on the floor were straining to achieve their goals. While William and Robert were becoming at least partly revitalized by the sight of the grunting, groaning and convulsing bodies before them, the aforementioned bodies were rapidly depleting all the reserves of energy and passion that was left in them.
But although their physical bodies were on the verge of exhaustion, their mental awareness was centered in the area of their genitals and they would be able to carry on until the individual sex centers had run completely out of gas. The fuel tanks were empty now. and they were just running on the fumes, but there were enough fumes left to run another few feet of cock in and out of the highly receptive vagina. And although the fumes did manage to catch fire and heat up the insides of both tanks, there was not quite enough ignition to set off the hoped for explosion, and eventually the speed diminished and the bodies came to a reluctant, shuddering halt.
Dora almost forgot about the tremendous difference in the weight of their bodies as she let herself go and completely relaxed on top of the small boy. And it seemed to make little difference to Harold either even though he was having the breath squeezed out of him. His sensitive meat was still buried in the hot sexuality of her body, and he would have preferred to leave it there until it slipped out of its own accord regardless of what he had to go through in the meantime.
And by the time that Dora had caught her breath and felt able to get up and face the real world again. Harold's meat had shrunk up so that he no longer was able to enjoy the feel of her body and as soon as she released him, he was up on his feet also. He might have still been panting a bit, but as he looked at his pals on the couch, he realized that he had had the best part of it. Because he was panting from what he had had, and they were panting for what they were hoping to get, and he knew that they were not going to get anything.
All they were going to get from this point on was a tongue lashing that Dora hoped would last them until they all gathered together in the house again. Or at least through the day tomorrow. Tomorrow was the uppermost subject in her mind, and as the three boys sat there in a row on the couch, she even forgot to take advantage of the situation by putting her own clothes on first as she verbally laid into them.
It was just a shame that she wasted all that energy, and all that time and worked herself into a massive frenzy as she exhorted at them, because they not only were actually still frightened enough of her to keep their mouths shut, but they were also looking forward to the next meeting just as much as she was and none of them would do anything to spoil it. The fear may have still been there, as they still figured that she had the goods on them and they didn't want to take any chances of their parents finding out about their scholarly foibles, but their desire to continue this fantastic relationship even outweighed the worry over their other problems. The whole thing was so impressed on their minds already that they still wouldn't even discuss it amongst themselves when they left her.
But Dora was still totally unaware of what was really going on in their minds, and now that her body had been turned into a complete sexual vacuum, she was more worried than ever as she thought about tomorrow. Tomorrow would come, just like today had come, and there was still a long evening ahead, and an even longer night. And this evening and this night were going to be even longer and worse than the previous one that she had suffered through. At least on the previous one, the following day was Sunday. This one would culminate in a weekday. A school day. And her worry would extend not only through the evening and the night, but also through the entire day until she found out what was going to happen.
She sat down on the couch that seemed to be still warm from the bodies that had been occupying it, and stared blankly at the television which she had turned on to try to take her mind off of things. It didn't work though all she could see were the shadows of light and darkness that flitted across the screen, and she had no idea of whether she was watching the news or a horror picture. What difference did it make?
She knew that she should take a bath or a shower and change into clean clothes, but then again, what difference did that make? She could even feel a grumbling in her stomach that told her that she needed something to eat. but she didn't even have that ambition right now to get up and go into the kitchen. What were the boys doing now? They had not even had time to get home yet. Were they still all together and giggling over what had happened today'. ' Did her violent lecture have enough effect on them so that they would keep their mouths shut? Were they still so afraid of her that they would heed her final words of admonition? She didn't know. She hadn't liked the looks on their faces as they went out the door. Could she possibly have lost control over them in only tow days" It was possible. Maybe she should have administered more beatings after all. But it was too late now.
After all her education, and years of dealing with people, mainly children but also with adults such as parents and other teachers and principals and so forth and so on, she still found herself at a loss when it came to dealing with the human mind. Even her own, as far as that went. Her mind was sharp, almost photogenic when it came to absorbing information and then spouting it out again, but as far as digesting and understanding the knowledge and making her own mental improvements and comments on it, she was simply lost.
It was the same way with these three kids. She knew what had happened, and how they had reacted to it, and above all, she knew her own reactions. And their reactions, even though they had taken place over only two days were completely inconsistent. Where she had started off violently and ended up more confused than anything else. They were afraid of her knowledge of their school behavior, and were frightened of the way that she reinforced it with her hands. But now that they had learned that she was going to use her mouth more than her hands, how would that effect them?
Especially the way she used her mouth on them. And in fact the way she used her whole body on them. And used their bodies. What effect would it have? Would they realize that she was all mouth now and little if anything of anything else? And use the knowledge to make the whole deal backfire on her? She didn't think so, because whatever might have happened to them originally, they seemed to be enjoying what was going on now. But the thing that bothered her the most, was that she didn't know.
As she stared unseeing at the screen that was now rolling like mad and seemed to be making her eyeballs roll up and down in her head in a rather hypnotic effect, she tried to picture the boys on their way home. Tried to figure out just where they would be by now, and whether they would still be together. It was impossible though, because even though she knew their addresses, she had no idea where the addresses were located. She didn't know how far they would be able to walk together before they had to go their own separate routes, or even if they were going straight home at all. They may have a secret meeting place, or they may just roam the streets and talk over the events of the day If they did that, she was almost certain that sooner or later one of them would come to realize exactly what the situation was. That they had her as much, or more, than she had them. And even with the growling in her stomach, she had no appetite.
As she finally got up and turned off the television with a firm determination to go to the bathroom and at least try to wash some of the afternoon's sex from her body, she had no idea that the kids were already at home in their respective houses, and that not a single mention of the afternoon's activities had passed between them. And there were a couple of reasons for that.
The most obvious reason of course was that they were still fearful of her. Or maybe not exactly her directly, but of their parents if they ever found out about the hooky, the forged excuse notes, the forged report cards, the cutting up in class, and etc. etc. There was little doubt that each one of them had something on his mind that he had done and had not yet been caught, because all of them had done things that would get them in trouble even not counting what their teacher already knew. And then again, there was their teacher.
Scared of her or not, each one of them was ready to go back to her house at any time. But that also led to another thing. A thing that also kept them from discussing it with each other. Now that they had their clothes on and were out of the atmosphere of pure sex, they felt embarrassed in each other's presence. How could they discuss the sight of watching each one of them sitting on the couch beating his meat? And how could they admit the thrill that they had gotten from watching the act?
They even felt uncomfortable in each other's presence now that they had learned and observed the most intimate details about each other. Harold knew almost intimately what William's asshole looked like, and each one knew how big and fat and how durable the other one's dick was, and just what the other's balls looked like. If the whole thing hadn't come on so suddenly, it might not have made that much difference. If they had seen each other naked in a shower or a steam room or had even gone skinny-dipping together, they might have passed it off a little more lightly. But they hadn't. All they had done was play ball, together, play hooky together, and have good, clean, but sometimes questionable fun together. This was a shock to the system, both mind and body, and although it didn't have too much effect on them were Dora had then in the middle of things, it had a very undesirable effect on them when the 'things' were over.
Of course, this was mainly a collective idea. When they were together they did their best to make it seem as if nothing had ever happened. It wasn't easy, because each one knew that he and the others were actually straining to make things look normal, but when they were alone, it was a different story. Each one of them wanted more, but they envisioned themselves getting more without the encumbrance of the other's presence. Robert alone with Dora; William alone with Dora;
Harold alone with Dora. That would be the ideal. But none of them were yet prepared to speak outwardly of their ideal as they parted and went in their individual directions on their way to their homes. All they did was make an appointment to meet tomorrow and walk to school together.
Dora took her shower, or at least she was sure that she did, as she couldn't even remember being under the water. But she did notice that she felt clean and fresh as she slipped her nightgown on over her head. Her mind was too full of ephemeral thoughts to be able to concentrate on the physical, and even the distant rumbling of her demanding stomach did not quite cut through her worries. Her whole body was a torment of weariness from her continued exertions this afternoon, and the pressure of the thoughts in her head that seemed to counteract her tiredness and keep her from going to sleep. She knew that she was going to be a wreck in the morning, but it didn't make any difference now. It was still long before her regular bedtime, and although her body felt that it was long past the time, her mind didn't agree, so she took hold of a book and tried to read herself to sleep.
Somehow, it worked. Subconsciously she had picked the most boring book that she had available, and even without the problems on her mind, her eyes would have begun to convey the dizzying images of the black words that were totally uninteresting as they floated around on the white background of the page to her desperate mind and put it into a hypnotic state. Gratefully, she recognized what was finally happening to her as the book dropped from her hands onto the covers and she felt the converging darkness wrapping around her like the security blanket that she kept clutched to her as a child.
She ha forgotten even to set the alarm clock, but she hardly ever needed it anyway. Years of routine had instilled an internal clock, and even if she did set the alarm she would wake up before it went off. And even with all that had happend, this day was no exception. The only thing different, was that her body seemed to have had no rest. She felt just as tired as she did last night. But as the thoughts began to return in an overwhelming flood to her mind, she realized that it wasn't her body that was at fault. Even during her sleep, she must have been thinking about the day that was coming up.
Of course, she had no choice. She had to get up and face the day no matter how she felt. She could not call in sick, because although the principal might believe her, there were three boys and herself that would know different. It just might look to them like she was crapping out, and it might dawn on them that they held the advantage. No. She had to get up and face it.
It was rough. She still couldn't eat, and she had all she could do to force down a cup of coffee to get the fur out of her mouth, but she managed to clean up and put on her make-up so that she looked at least partly human and got into the lightest, cheeriest dress that she could find in order to further bolster her ego. It didn't really work, but it was the best she could do, and she felt even worse as she walked out the door into the bright sunlight to tackle the day.
The whole thing was routine, and if she hadn't gone through the routine so many times, she might not have been able to do it. Everything was like a dream. She just seemed to drift into the school, drift past the home rooms downstairs and give the usual, repetitive greetings and questions, and float up to her own room on the next floor, and was actually surprised to find herself sitting behind her own desk and looking at the old familiar things. It was as if she had been away for years as she studied the markings on the desk blotter and leafed through the papers that she had seen only two days ago as if she had never seen them before. The kids had not started to come in yet, but she gritted her teeth as she waited for the bell to ring.
When the bell rang, it startled her even though she had been waiting for it, and she had to press all of her reserves into service as she tried to sit there looking as normal as possible and keep her hands from shaking as she held the pencil poised above the attendance sheet as she watched the kids enter the room. And she missed quite a few of them as she watched for the important ones.
Almost all the kids were in and getting settled, and her hand was shaking even more. But when she saw them coming through the door, she should have realized that this was only the normal procedure. They were always among the last ones into the room. The main thing was that they were all there, and they just walked up the aisle and took their seats like any little boy should do in any classroom. They didn't even look up at her. And she was wondering if her sigh of relief was heard by the students in he back rows. She was surprised to find that she had not blown the papers off of her desk.
The day passed. Somehow. She wasn't her usual, aggressive self, but she did manage to give them enough to keep them busy. And it worked two ways. While they were busy, they didn't bother her, and when they didn't bother her, she found that she had too much time on her hands to think. But the disruptive nucleus of her original problem, the three boys, seemed to be completely subdued, and with them instigating anything, the whole class settled down.
It wasn't until late in the afternoon, just before the last bell that she was so quiveringly, impatiently waiting for finally sounded that she began to feel a little bit at ease. Nothing had happened all day, what could happen now? Robert, William and Harold had been little angels, and the rest of the class followed suit. Fine, but the day was not over. And she was tired, and she was hungry and she was still living a dream. As far as she was concerned, she might still be laying in bed and when she woke up she would have the whole day to start with all over again.
But there was no mistaking the clattering resonance of that final bell, and as it woke her from her lethargy, she could see all of the pupils Filing out of the room with the exception of the three most worrisome ones. They had gotten up from their desks, but they just stood there looking at her and seemed to be waiting for her to say or do something. And for seconds, which seemed like hours; seemed like time had been frozen, she could not think of what to do or say. It was only the expectant looks on their faces that prompted her to tell them that if they wanted to visit her after they had finished their homework, they were welcome to come to her house. And as they filed out the door, she had a pretty good idea that all of them were going to show up.
Dora didn't even remember going home or how she got there. She knew she must have walked, because even though it was a long way she only took the bus if it was rainy or something like that, but what difference did it make? She was home, and it seemed as if she had been away from home for a long time, but she knew she hadn't, and she knew that all her fears were unwarranted. Or at least she hoped so. Was it a part of the dream that she was having that the boys were going to show up again? Tonight? She wasn't sure, but she didn't think so, and she wasn't going to do any more worrying about it. She was going to take a shower and get all of that stinky perspiration off of her, and above all she was going to get something to eat. Her stomach was going out of control now. And then she would relax and wait for the doorbell.