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TEACHER - PART ELEVEN

by Daemon Way

<a href="mailto:daemonway@yahoo.ca">daemonway@yahoo.ca</a>

Julius could not remember leaving the building after school that
Friday and driving across town to pick up his three boys at their
private school and his two girls at theirs nor driving back
across the city to his home.  How he'd managed to do so without
an accident was a miracle as the only thing he had been able to
think about the whole time was the video he'd shown his last
class and the look of surprise on the faces of his students and
then the scent of teen randiness permeating the room.  Telling
his wife that he had things to think about, school issues, which
was true in a sense, and that he wasn't hungry, which was very
definitely true, he changed into his jogging sweats and headed
for the park.  He'd found that a good run cleared his mind, and
that while he was exercising was always a good time to mull over
and work out problems that were disturbing him.  At least that
used to be the case, until he'd changed his routine three weeks
ago so he could rendezvous with a secret lover, a four-legged
lover.

That was one of the problems he'd mulled over, and there was no
other way to explain the change.  He'd always gone to the gym to
work out after school unless he had a school meeting or if his
wife couldn't pick up the kids, and starting this September
unless he had coaching practice, and every Saturday and Sunday
weather permitting he'd gone jogging in the park in the
afternoon.  He'd been particularly faithful in keeping his
schedule, knowing how easy it was for a man to get out of shape,
especially having a sedentary job like he had.  Then, after
fifteen years, he suddenly changed his schedule, which was most
atypical of him, being a man who liked regularity and routines
and who became upset with the slightest change.  Instead of going
to the gym, he now stayed at school to do his lesson planning or
marking Monday to Thursday if he didn't have soccer practice
instead of going to the gym, and then after supper he'd gone
jogging in the park.  He'd said he'd read it was better to
exercise after eating than before, which was the truth, and that
jogging outdoors was healthier than exercising in a gym, which he
totally made up.

What had really changed his routine was meeting a very large and
very amorous German Shepard three weeks ago.  After that chance
meeting he'd become obsessed, or more accurately in his opinion,
possessed.  The following week he'd been sure that he'd heard
barking noises at school, and the memory, or more accurately the
horror, of that incident in the park kept recurring in his mind,
and at any time, in his Physical Education class, in Computers,
and in Health class, all with his Grade 8B students he'd noticed,
which of course included among others Cory Wilson, whom he could
not help but suspect as absurd as the idea was.  However, it also
happened in the hallway, and he'd purposefully looked around and
rarely had he seen Cory.  He'd gone jogging each evening after
supper the next week, and on Tuesday and Wednesday he'd had
repeat encounters with the dog, as if the dog had been there
waiting for him in the clearing behind the bushes.

Last week was the same, the memory of those three incidences
suddenly flashing through his mind several times a day along with
the strongest feeling of sexual pleasure and the reaffirmation of
his decision to go jogging at the same time each day in the hopes
of meeting up with the dog.  That second week he'd not had a
single encounter.  There had been no pleasure in their
encounters, at least not in the same sense as sex with his wife,
but he did have feelings of disappointment when the dog did not
show, which was crazy as after the three times he'd done it he'd
been raked with guilt and shame for the rest of the night and all
the next day.  He'd figured it had been that guilt and those
feelings of disappointment that had been responsible for his
surprising and totally unexpected sex with his wife on Tuesday,
to show that he was really a man and not some pervert that liked
animals.  Some man, the very next day he engages in oral sex with
the vice principal, and then on Friday allows his students to
watch the video of them like some pedo.  The video had to have
been made by Cory Wilson, the whole thing having started with the
porno he'd caught the boy with in his class, but he had no proof
of that, and how the boy could have done it he had no idea.  Now
that he thought about it, he wondered if he'd really caught the
boy with the porno, or if the boy had purposefully allowed
himself to be caught to start the whole thing in motion.  Now
that was absurd.  The boy was only thirteen.

It was with those mixed feelings and that state of confusion that
he turned off the path and headed for the dense bushes along the
edge of the park and the spot where he'd first run into the dog.
He was two hours earlier than his usual run during the week, and
on the one hand he was hoping the dog liked routine as much as he
did and would not be there.  What he had done with the dog was
the most filthy, perverted act a man could engage in, at least
the most perverted he could think of, and after each encounter he
had felt filthy and disgusted, and had sworn never again, only to
repeat his run the next day.  He did have to admit that despite
his revulsion, the experience was erotic, and that the last time
he'd actually found it stimulating, and that he'd been
disappointed not seeing the dog since.  So, though he was hoping
the dog would not be there, he was at the same time hoping he
was.

Pushing through the dense bush and spotting the German Shepard
sitting there in the open and all alone, as usual, Julius felt
his heart give a lurch of excitement and his cock twinge in
anticipation.  This time though there was no nagging guilt and
last moment doubt about what he was about to do along with his
arousal.   This time what did it matter?  After what had happened
the last period of the day, his career was over.  By now he was
the talk of every boy in the school, likely a few girls too. 
He'd never be able to face them Monday.  Not that he'd have to. 
By Monday at least one parent had to have overheard what had
happened and had to have phoned the school board.  Hell, they
were probably already doing it that moment.  His career was over,
so what the hell did it matter what he did now?

He quickly removed his runners and socks and stripped off his
sweaty jogging pants and shirt and pushed down his boxers, in
part because he was eager to begin like some hormone-mad
teenager, in part because he wanted to get the filthy act done
and over with, and in part because he knew the dog was even more
impatient than he was.  Lad, of course, was acting totally on
instinct and a bit on training.  Initially the smell of a female
dog in heat had attracted him, but now, mounting the man for the
fourth time, he'd come to associate the scent of the man's sweat
with sex, the same as he did for the scent of a female dog's
cunt.  Besides, the man had given him treats last time, an idea
implanted by Cory, encouraging his innate response.  And, of
course, there was the physical pleasure.  To Lad it made no
difference if it was a hot, slimy female dog cunt or a hot, tight
man's asshole that was gripping his cock, as long as it gave him
the physical pleasure of fucking and cumming.

As for Julius, after three previous times, he'd gotten use to the
dog's dry and sudden penetration, and in addition, his sweat that
had trickled down his crack during his jogging so he wasn't
totally dry, and his thoughts of having anal sex with the dog had
prepared him for that initial thrust.  He actually shuddered with
pleasure as he felt the dog's hot, hard cock penetrate him and
his hairy legs wrap about him tightly.  Now he just as eagerly
worked his sphincter muscle with the dog as the German Shepard
began to fuck him, relaxing as the dog plunged in and tightening
as the dog withdrew, just as hotly panting and grunting as his
hairy lover as the two of them went at it openly and unabashedly
like dogs do in the park.  Thoughts of pleasure, hot, erotic
pleasure, and of the vulgarity of what he was doing flashed
occasionally through his mind.  What did it matter?  He was so
devastated and demoralized by the events that afternoon he
accepted the thoughts and allowed the feeling to wash over him,
bringing him at least a few moments of pleasure on an otherwise
disastrous day.

Of course he was totally unaware that the dog's master, Terry,
one of his students, had accompanied his pet and remained out of
sight but within view on the first three of those occasions when
he'd had sex with the dog.  He had to take his dog out for
exercise each day anyway, and watching his dog fucking the one
teacher he totally hated was fucking wicked.  Nor was Julius
aware that Terry's best buddy Cory had accompanied him on those
first three occasions, and today had taken over the
responsibility of taking Lad out for his daily exercise for his
buddy and had purposefully gone to the park early in case Julius
had decided to do so also.  And, of course, neither Terry nor
Julius were aware that Cory used his headband to accent the
pleasure of the act for man and dog.  At least Cory figured he
was also influencing Lad as the German Shepard was going at it
hotter and hotter each time, pounding his loins against Julius's
hairy body, his long, red tongue hanging out of his mouth and dog
drool dripping from it and drenching the forty-four-year-old
teacher's naked back.

This time, when the dog shot his hot, thick wad up his teacher's
asshole, Cory added the thought that the dog's name was Lad, of
course making it seem as if it was Julius's idea, along with
feelings of love and immense pleasure.  Julius, already weakened
by the day's events, accepted Cory's projections totally and
without objection, and in his pleasure, shot off a wad himself. 
Cory was particularly glad he'd brought the school's cam recorder
as he recorded his naked teacher kneeling there in the park with
the German Shepard locked up his ass, zooming in on his stiff
member spurting out his stuff into the grass and then up to
record the look of ecstasy on his face, and then back down for a
closeup of Lad's cock deep up his ass and his knot holding them
in place, and the funny hangdog look on Lad's face.

The real beauty of it all was that this Friday he had forgotten
to plant the idea of jogging in the park and having a fuck with
Lad in Julius's mind as he had on each of the other days, even on
those days he'd had no intention of taking Lad to the park.  His
hated teacher really had become Lad's bitch!  As he realized that
Cory threw back his head and groaned with pleasure and his
jerking fist tightened about his shaft as he shot off a hot load
into the park grass also.  As he came, he was totally unaware
that he was not the only one watching the scene in the clearing,
and the other watcher, just as turned on as the thirteen-year-old
boy, was just as unaware of his presence.

It had been an awesome day as far as Cory was concerned, and it
just kept getting better.  Asking his parents if his buddy
Anthony could spend the night, they not only agreed but rented
them a movie and popped them a large bowl of popcorn besides, and
he didn't even have to use the headband to influence them.  Of
course after the movie Anthony wanted to know how he'd known
about Gilles and Millburne, having concluded like many other
students the two men really were lovers and closet faggots.  They
had to be to do the things they'd done in the video.  Even more
important, he wanted to know how he'd been able to make the video
of them, knowing without being told that it had been Cory.  Of
course Cory, wanting to impress his buddy, delighted in telling
him of his spur of the moment plan when he'd been caught with the
porn Anthony had shared with him, and how he'd gotten the cam
recorder from the media centre and had made sure the outside
window to the VP's office was open.  As for why he hadn't been
caught, who bothers sticking around the school building Friday
after class, students or teachers, Cory asked.

He of course showed Anthony his latest video, which on top of
their discussion about what had happened in class, had his buddy
aching to get one off.  As they pushed down their jeans and
underwear and went at it, Anthony observed how wicked it would be
if Gilles's sons could see the video they had seen at school and
mused what their reaction might be and whom they might get to
fellate them with their new knowledge.  Unbeknownst to Cory, his
buddy had a particular fascination regarding incest, finding
stories of mother-son and father-daughter sex particularly
arousing.  A grin slowly began to curl Cory's lips, and it was
not because of the pleasure throbbing between the
thirteen-year-old's legs as he pulled on his four inches of boy
meat.  Never mind showing the video to Goosey's sons.  Better
yet, suppose Goosey and his sons made their own video to show to
the students at the oh so perfect and pure private school?  Both
boys shot off a particularly juicy load as they stared off into
space, lost in their own erotic thoughts.  

Saturday he biked over to the Gilles's home.  Julius was about to
mow the lawn, and his wife was telling him the boys' school
clothes were laid out on their beds and that she and the girls
would meet him and the boys at the Royal Glencoe Academy for
Julian's soccer game at two.  Cory smiled. That could not be more
perfect than if he'd planned it.  Darting into the neighbour's
yard before he was seen, he slipped into the back alley and snuck
up along the side of Julius's house.  Getting comfortable and
adjusting his headband, he began to concentrate.

It began as a simple thought, Julius and his students watching
the monitor in Health 8 class last period Friday, and his
embarrassment, linking Julius's memory and Cory's and hooking on
to Julius's emotional state as Cory had learned to do from his
great-grandfather's diary.  He visualized the faces of the
students, at first surprised, then horny, and at the end of the
class appreciative.  It had been embarrassing, and it had been
wrong, but the students had learned how to get and give a
satisfying blow job and that was all right.  Julius grimaced with
the incongruous thought, that allowing his students to watch the
perverted video had been all right.  Cory had been reading his
great-grandfather's diary and had been watching Julius's
reactions to his suggestions as his great-grandfather had said
he'd done.  He repeated the last thought firmer, and supported it
with the thought that a teacher's job was to educate students
about the important things in life, and sex was certainly an
important thing, linking his idea with basic beliefs his subject,
in this case a teacher, would have, again as his
great-grandfather had said he'd done in his diary.  From his calm
response, Julius obviously accepted the thought as his own.  Cory
smiled.  So did Julius.

He thought about his own children, particularly Anton and
Francois.  It was hardly likely they would be getting the same
sex education his students had just received.  That was a shame
as it was important they know about such things.  Another
grimace.  It was important that they know such things so they
would have a healthy and fulfilling sex life.  There was less of
a grimace.  He should perhaps teach them about fellatio himself.
That got more than a grimace.  That got a definite shake of the
head, as if to dislodge the thought.  Sex ed was best taught in
the home by the parents, not in the school by some stranger.  He
had a good relationship with his sons.  He'd taught them how to
do a strip tease and he'd goosed himself while his boys had
gotten fucked and everything had worked out.  Julius frowned,
obviously disturbed by the thoughts but not rejecting them.

Girls were more likely to give head than to spread their legs. 
If his boys were able to make the girls' experience more
pleasant, they'd be doing the girls a favour, and so in a way
would he.  His boys would certainly be considered more caring
than others by the girls, and they'd be more likely to score next
time they hit on them.  Another grimace, a slight one.  No parent
is ready to accept his child is a sexual being, but every dad
likes to think his son is a stud.  Even at thirteen Cory knew
that.  He could use the information in the porno pages to
instruct his boys, much like the video.  They were after all
mature and responsible, more so than the likes of the boys in his
Grade 8B Health class.  By the time Julius was finished mowing
the front and back lawns he was sweating profusely, and so was
Cory from his exertion.

It was an exciting afternoon with the Royal Glencoe Academy for
Boys and the Saint Patrick's soccer teams being evenly matched. 
It was the first time Cory, who made sure he stayed out of sight
of the Gilles's, had seen Julius's oldest son Julian.  He was
very much his father's son, tall and with dark brown hair and
chocolate brown eyes, hairy shins and forearms, and a solid
athletic build like his two younger brothers.  The
sixteen-year-old cut a handsome figure in his burgundy soccer
shirt, tan soccer shorts and black knee socks, and much to his
father's pride, was extremely popular with the girls besides his
classmates.  The game ended with the Royal Glencoe team winning
by one point.  There followed a family picnic for the families
and friends of both teams, including Julian's girlfriend who went
to the same private school as his sisters and had the biggest
boobs of any teenage girl Cory had ever seen.  It was also his
first opportunity to see Gilles's two daughters. 
Fourteen-year-old Annette had a nice set of knockers herself
having matured early, and her seven-year-old sister was one of
those spoiled children that would be chosen as a poster child
hands down and you could easily hate just for being so damn
cute.

As his wife and daughters headed back home and Julian headed off
with his teammates, Julius stayed back with his two younger sons
who helped him put away the soccer equipment and lock up the
school.  It was an old building, with highly polished hardwood
floors and solid oak bannisters and the classrooms with thick
wooden doors with brass door knobs and a transom at the top. 
Going to Anton's room and having the two boys, who of course had
worn their school uniforms to the event, sit in the front row,
Julius took out the three folded pages from the inner pocket of
his suit jacket and cleared his throat.

"These are, ah, notes for a lesson that I, ah, presented to my
Grade Eight Health class, and, ah, that you might be hearing
about.  It is something that I felt was important for the boys in
junior high to know about.  I, ah, think it is so important, that
I want you to learn about it too, to, ah, well, prepare you for
when you are older, and, ah, especially you Anton, with, ah,
well, with you having reached the age of puberty."  Julius felt
awkward and uncomfortable as hell, but he'd been rehearsing the
words since late that morning.  At least he'd been repeating them
over and over in his mind.  Or, more accurately, the devil who'd
taken possession of his mind had repeated the words and despite
all his efforts he'd been unable to ignore him.

"As you know, a man can have sex with another man by inserting
his penis in the other man's anus, which of course he can do with
a woman also if he wants to that is if he and the woman want to,
the woman having an anus too of course."  Anton and Francois
glanced at each other self-consciously as they recalled the first
time they'd had their asses screwed by Cory and Anthony in front
of their father, and the second incident a week and a half later
when their father had left them alone and Anton had screwed his
kid brother first before the two boys had done them again.  There
hadn't been a night that the two had not fallen asleep thinking
about the shame, and the pleasure, of that perversion.  Anton had
heard of father-son birds and bees talks from older classmates
and wondered if this was it.  His father was certainly acting as
nervous and as embarrassed as the older boys had said their
fathers had acted.

"Well, there is another way a man and woman can have sex besides
making a baby," Julius continued, reciting the words that had
come to his mind that morning.  "It is called fellatio."  Of
course the word meant nothing to the boys.  "It is also known as
oral sex, or a blow job," he continued, and again the words
didn't mean anything to his sons.  He cleared his throat.  "It is
when a woman sucks a man's penis."  Now that registered with
Anton, who risked a quick glance at his father.  He could not
imagine his mother doing that to his father, not in a hundred
years, nor his father wanting her to.  Francois wrinkled up his
nose at the thought.  He could not imagine anyone doing that.

"Now, of course that means two men can do that too," Julius
continued, rushing on to his main point that he'd thought of
while he'd been mowing the grass that morning.  "Sometimes men do
that because they love each other, like a man loves a woman, but
there are other times when two men who are heterosexual like
myself might do it.  It might be because they are curious and
want to see what it is like.  It might be because they don't want
to appear inexperienced if their wives suggest doing it, or so
they can make the experience pleasurable should their wives want
to try it.  And of course there are times when a man is feeling
so, ah, well, in such a need for sex, that, well, if there is no
woman available to satisfy his need, he might turn to another
man.  After all, who knows best about how a man feels and what he
needs than another man, right?"

The two boys nodded, not sure what their father was talking about
and even less sure why he was telling them all this, and too
embarrassed to ask.  Anton's classmates were right.  This was
totally weird and totally uncomfortable.  Julius of course saw
the reasons he'd given as good excuses for his behaviour earlier
that week should his two boys learn about it and was eager to
plant the ideas that what he'd done was all right in his sons'
minds.

"Well, anyway, like I said, I figured you should learn about it,
you know, just in case you need to know.  I have a few things
here to help explain how it is done."  Actually, the ideas had
just come to him as they'd participated in the family picnic. 
"I'm sure you've already noticed that the penis comes in a
variety of shapes, sizes and textures.  The first step in giving
a good blow job is to become familiar with the penis you're
sucking for the person who is doing the sucking that is," he
quickly corrected though it had been the image of his sons doing
the sucking that had been in his mind.  "That's what you can tell
your girlfriend if it is her first time," he continued, trying to
cover up and recalling one of the ideas Cory had used that
morning to convince him to teach his sons.  Reaching into his
bag, he took out two wieners.  "I'm sure you've heard a man's
penis called a wiener before.  These in fact are very similar to
your own, except yours are shorter of course."  Cory smiled
wickedly as Julius stated the thoughts he'd implanted in his mind
and he reached down and squeezed his swelling cock as he watched
the two boys through the transom above the door as they slipped
the wieners in their mouths and sucked on them, ran their tongues
around them, and slipped their lips up and down them, following
their father's instructions.

"These, on the other hand," Julius observed as he next took out
two bananas from his bag, "are much more like mine."  The two
boys flushed, not just because of their dad's comment but from
their memory of having seen his erect penis.  Their embarrassment
was nothing compared to a minute later as under their father's
instructions, they pealed back the skin and slipping their lips
over their teeth, sucked on the fruit, trying not to bruise it
with their teeth as their father cautioned.  Ever so slowly they
eased the bananas further into their mouths until they gagged to
determine the limit to which they could comfortably take a penis
into their mouths according to their father.

"And, there are some men, endowed such as this," Julius
continued, taking out two cobs of corn.  The sight of the two
boys sitting there at their desks in their burgundy school
blazers and white shirts and ties with their mouths wide open and
their lips slipped over the ears had Cory leaking big time.  This
was going even better than he'd ever imagined it might.

Julius hesitated.  What they'd done up until then had been
embarrassing for him, and for his two boys, but that was nothing
compared to what he'd considered them doing next.  He'd
immediately rejected the idea when it had first come to him that
morning, and he'd rejected it each time he'd come back to it
until finally he'd just put the idea aside.  Now as he thought of
it again, he again fought it.  It was morally wrong, and obscene.
 On the other hand, if they were at all inquisitive and the
slightest bit daring, as he was sure his boys were, being typical
red-blooded boys any father would be proud of, it was far safer
for them to experience it with each other than with some
classmate who'd had his penis who knows where, even if he was a
fellow classmate at the Royal Glencoe Academy.  He'd had the same
argument with himself that morning, and standing there now in
front of his two boys and having gone that far, it sounded all
the more reasonable.

"Now, so you can really see what it is like to have it done to
you, try doing it to each other.  Anton, you do your brother
first."  Anton looked up at his father in disbelief.  Suck his
own brother's dick?  He looked at his brother, unable to hide his
revulsion.  His brother was just as shocked as he was.  "Better
your first time is with someone you love and can trust, and
you'll impress your girlfriend if you can guide her through
this," Julius said, repeating the thoughts that had come to his
mind along with a sense of compassion for his sons before he had
time to think about it.

It was only their deepest trust in their father's judgement, and
their growing horniness from having already sucked a wiener,
banana, and cob of corn, along with an overwhelming sense of
curiosity and need to obey their father, thanks to Cory and his
headband, that the two boys did as they'd been told.  Francois
slowly got to his feet and stood before his brother, and Anton
dropped to his knees and pulled down his brother's fly. 
Following his father's instructions, he pulled down his brother's
tan shorts and white Jockey briefs, and picking up his limp dick
at the base and looking at it like it was a little worm, he
slipped his mouth over it and gently sucked on it.  As his
brother's dick immediately began to stiffen, so did his despite
his disgust.

Following the instructions of his father, who reiterated the
instructions in the porno he'd taken away from Cory assisted by
Cory's mental prompting, Cory having gotten another copy and
having memorized it he'd read it so many times, Anton nibbled and
licked his brother's thighs and naked pubes and swirled his
tongue around his brother's knob.  It was disgusting and
perverted, and both boys could not ignore years of training and
brainwashing that sex between guys was a sin and filthy.  Nor
could they ignore the fact that it was exciting and arousing,
especially so for nine-year-old Francois as his thin little
wiener throbbed pleasantly in his brother's mouth and the knob
tingled with a strange combination of pain and pleasure.  Being
only nine, it took a while, and Anton's jaw was starting to get
sore, but Anton finally succeeded in bringing his kid brother
off.  As the still mysterious and awesome orgasm struck him, he
felt his loins go weak and his body began to twitch
uncontrollably as spasm after spasm of pure pleasure shot through
his irritated wiener.

And then it was his turn.  Sitting down in the desk, still in his
blazer and tie and with his school shorts and white briefs about
his ankles, he pulled down his older brother's fly and pushed
down his shorts and boxers.  His dick, three inches long as his
younger brother's and slightly thinner, stood up nail hard, a
condition the twelve-year-old frequently found his penis in,
being at that awkward age of beginning puberty where his voice
was sometimes a boy's and sometimes a man's, where he popped a
boner at the most embarrassing of times, and where sometimes his
still forming balls sent out a thin squirt of boy juice and at
other times his body jerked and trembled with a dry orgasm.

Francois slipped his lips over his brother's dick and sucked on
it as he worked his cherry red lips up and down its length. 
Following the instructions he and his brother had been given, he
kissed the knob and skipped his lips over his brother's thighs
and still naked pubes without his father needing to instruct him.
 Even at the age of nine he knew that what he was doing to his
brother was considered demeaning and was used as an insult by his
classmates, but even though it was a filthy, dirty act, his
brother had done it to him and it had brought him a strange and
wonderful pleasure, and it was the least he could do to return
the favour.  That he did, until like Anton his jaw was aching and
his tongue was tired, but also like Anton, he brought his brother
off.  Anton had hoped for his brother's sake that this would be
one of the times when his orgasm would be dry, but his body chose
this time to squirt a thin, almost clear preteen load directly
into his brother's mouth.  To his credit, Francois managed to
swallow the sweet offering without gagging. 

"Now," Julius said throatily as he dropped his trousers and
boxers, "you can consider this your final exam."  He'd said it in
a jocular tone to lighten the mood, but he felt everything but
jocular.  He had been embarrassed and self-conscious as he'd
taught his sons, and even more so as he'd watched one and then
the other put into practice what he'd taught them, and especially
so now as the two boys stared with obvious embarrassment at his
crotch.  He'd felt filthy and perverted "teaching" his sons this
obscene act and watching them sucking each other off to an
orgasm, and even more so as he'd exposed himself to them.  More
than anything else, he felt guilty.  What he'd done was wrong. 
What he was asking his boys to do now was wrong.  Men did not
have sex with boys, especially fathers with their sons.  He knew
that, and they knew that.  He could see their reluctance in their
eyes.  Most of all though, he was horny.  That was evident from
his stiff, six inch bone jutting up in the air.  He was aching to
get off a load, to experience the same pleasure as his two sons
had.  He was aching to have sex with his two boys, just as badly
as he'd ached to have sex with his wife three days ago, maybe
even more so. 

So the two schoolboys knelt there on the hardwood floor in the
front of the classroom and nibbled and licked their father's
large, hairy balls as he'd taught them.  They ran their tongues
along the inside of his hairy thighs.  Anton slipped his lips
over his father's bulb, becoming aware of its shape, size and
texture.  He slipped his mouth down the shaft, determining how
far he could comfortably go down, and then sucking gently on the
throbbing prick, he bobbed his head up and down, his fine brown
hair gently bouncing about his head.  The small, skinny boy knelt
there in his blazer and tie with his boxers and shorts about his
ankle and sucked on his father's throbbing cock.  And then he
drew off and let his kid brother have a turn.  Nine-year-old
Francois opened his mouth wide and curled his cherry lips over
his square white teeth as his dad had told him to and went down
on the stiff cock slick with his brother's spit.

Julius, standing there in his suit and tie with his boxers and
trousers about his ankles, looked down at his youngest son as the
boy sucked on his thick cock, the boy's emerald green eyes half
closed with lust and pleasure.  He inhaled and exhaled deeply
with lust himself, his cock throbbing fiercely in his son's hot
mouth as he felt himself approaching his climax.  He trembled
with delight as his aching cock slipped out of Francois's mouth.
Anton stuck out his tongue and swirled it over his knob like he
would over an ice cream cone, and as he sat back and savoured the
unique taste of his father's prick, Francois ran his tongue over
his father's knob in a like manner, following his older brother's
example.

From their flushed cheeks and glassy eyes there was no doubt his
two boys were thoroughly enjoying what they were doing, which was
as it should be, for he did not want them to be doing something
against their will.  Their delight was his delight.  With a
shudder of pure pleasure, he told them to lick his cock together,
and as they bent forward and began to run their hot tongues up
his shaft, he shuddered again as he fountained.  His hot, thick
cum shot up into the air and back down onto his knob, quickly
flowing down it and his shaft like hot white caramel to be lapped
up by his sons, caught up in their father's pleasure and their
own lust.  Never had he blasted so forcefully nor so copiously,
and he trembled and sighed with pleasure as streamer after
streamer shot from his fountain and fell back down on his cock to
be licked up by his two boys.  The three of them gasped and
panted with ecstasy, their lips parted, the two boys' cheeks
smeared with their father's load.

So enthralled with pleasure, the three did not hear the gasp of
similar pleasure as Cory trembled with his own orgasm, having
sprayed the thick oak door with his teenage cum which now ran in
thick streamers down the shiny surface.  Finally shutting off the
cam recorder, he took one last look at the Gilles's through the
transom before quietly stepping down from the step stool and
heading for the door.  This version of the lesson was not going
to need any editing whatsoever.

********

Thanks to Bob (who will be appearing in an upcoming chapter) for
the idea of Julius teaching his sons how to give head.  What else
would you like to see happen?  Have you ever had someone you
hated and wanted to get even with?  Email me your idea and I'll
write it as part of this story and if you wish add you as one of
the characters.  Anything goes, the hotter and more perverted the
better, except I don't write snuff and torture of kids and
anything involving player characters would need their
collaboration.  Non player characters available for your
amusement and abuse include the Gilles family, Vice Principal
Stewart Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family
including Jonah, and Father Henry.  Player characters created by
readers so far are Dominic, Terry and Anthony. 

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