was truly mammoth, well over six feet tall and at least three hundred pounds. She wore a black beaded slip that reached her ankles and her great breasts ballooned forth out of the skimpy black lace. We stared at her with fear and astonishment. Schwab, who had sworn he was eager to have another go, hung back behind us all.
She returned our stare, looking at each of us, staring right into each boyâs eyes and holding them for a moment. None of us knew what to do. Her face was wide and flat, almost like the blade of a shovel, and her eyes were slits.
âWere there really so many?â she said at last. âWhite cake, white cake, you were very sweet.â She said this without sarcasm, but neither did she seem particularly warm-hearted. She was like someone after a large meal and I almost expected her to belch and rub her stomach. Then Pacheco took out some money and gave it to her. She counted it once, then once again, licking her finger as she turned over the bills. When she was satisfied, she took a few steps farther into the room with her hands on her hips and leaning back so her breasts and belly stuck out like great black pillows. The money was in both hands, the bills protruding from between her fingers. She began to hum slightly and as she hummed she began to sway from side to side. Slowly she began to dance. She was barefoot and her feet made a scraping sound on the floor. Her humming grew louder and Pacheco started to clap to the rhythm of her movements. Several others also began to clap, although to tell the truth, I found something frightening about this. She was so huge. It was like being in a cage with a female bear. The song was very simple: five ascending notes in the first phrase, then three ascending and two descending in the second. She repeated this over and over.
As she danced, she reached down and plucked at the fabric of her black slip where it covered her knees. Then she began to pull it up while sliding it from side to side across her legs. Her humming grew louder, both violent and nasal, and between the phrases she would snort through her nose to catch her breath. I donât believe it was a regular song, or at least I didnât recognize it. She continued to lift her slip until her genitals were exposed. As I say, she had no pubic hair and her bronze-colored pudendum glistened as if oiled. Then she spread her legs and toed-out her feet, and we saw that on the inside of her left thigh was tattooed a cockâa great fat red cock with bright red balls and a black bush of pubic hair hanging downward and nearly reaching her knee. As she tensed and relaxed the muscles of her leg, the cock itself appeared to dance, twisting and heaving, while the rest of her body grew still and her humming grew louder. I really expected a vagina to be tattooed on the other leg, but there was nothing, just this cock by itself which quivered and undulated to the husky sound of those five notes repeated over and over.
I donât know how long it lasted. At first some of the boys cheered and laughed, but after a while all grew quiet as we watched her performance. Most of us stood still, but about five or six, including Malgiolio, went to her, forming a ring around her; and as she danced, they circled her first to the left, then to the right, with their heads bowed and seemingly staring at the floor or perhaps her great bare feet. As I say, several were in their school uniforms and one still wore the little blue beanie with the tiny black brim. For that matter, I still wore the engineerâs cap that went with my model railroad. But I had the sense that the dancing boys were her creatures, that she had hypnotized them, and I remember tensing myself and even pinching the skin on the inside of my wrist to keep from falling under a similar spell while I watched that tattoo of a great red cock heave itself about her leg, as the boys continued their circle and the woman continued her song. Really, her thigh was
She returned our stare, looking at each of us, staring right into each boyâs eyes and holding them for a moment. None of us knew what to do. Her face was wide and flat, almost like the blade of a shovel, and her eyes were slits.
âWere there really so many?â she said at last. âWhite cake, white cake, you were very sweet.â She said this without sarcasm, but neither did she seem particularly warm-hearted. She was like someone after a large meal and I almost expected her to belch and rub her stomach. Then Pacheco took out some money and gave it to her. She counted it once, then once again, licking her finger as she turned over the bills. When she was satisfied, she took a few steps farther into the room with her hands on her hips and leaning back so her breasts and belly stuck out like great black pillows. The money was in both hands, the bills protruding from between her fingers. She began to hum slightly and as she hummed she began to sway from side to side. Slowly she began to dance. She was barefoot and her feet made a scraping sound on the floor. Her humming grew louder and Pacheco started to clap to the rhythm of her movements. Several others also began to clap, although to tell the truth, I found something frightening about this. She was so huge. It was like being in a cage with a female bear. The song was very simple: five ascending notes in the first phrase, then three ascending and two descending in the second. She repeated this over and over.
As she danced, she reached down and plucked at the fabric of her black slip where it covered her knees. Then she began to pull it up while sliding it from side to side across her legs. Her humming grew louder, both violent and nasal, and between the phrases she would snort through her nose to catch her breath. I donât believe it was a regular song, or at least I didnât recognize it. She continued to lift her slip until her genitals were exposed. As I say, she had no pubic hair and her bronze-colored pudendum glistened as if oiled. Then she spread her legs and toed-out her feet, and we saw that on the inside of her left thigh was tattooed a cockâa great fat red cock with bright red balls and a black bush of pubic hair hanging downward and nearly reaching her knee. As she tensed and relaxed the muscles of her leg, the cock itself appeared to dance, twisting and heaving, while the rest of her body grew still and her humming grew louder. I really expected a vagina to be tattooed on the other leg, but there was nothing, just this cock by itself which quivered and undulated to the husky sound of those five notes repeated over and over.
I donât know how long it lasted. At first some of the boys cheered and laughed, but after a while all grew quiet as we watched her performance. Most of us stood still, but about five or six, including Malgiolio, went to her, forming a ring around her; and as she danced, they circled her first to the left, then to the right, with their heads bowed and seemingly staring at the floor or perhaps her great bare feet. As I say, several were in their school uniforms and one still wore the little blue beanie with the tiny black brim. For that matter, I still wore the engineerâs cap that went with my model railroad. But I had the sense that the dancing boys were her creatures, that she had hypnotized them, and I remember tensing myself and even pinching the skin on the inside of my wrist to keep from falling under a similar spell while I watched that tattoo of a great red cock heave itself about her leg, as the boys continued their circle and the woman continued her song. Really, her thigh was
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