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From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca>
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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher Part 11" (beast, nonconsent, incest, M/b) 
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Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2005 05:10:04 -0400
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TEACHER - PART ELEVEN

by Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

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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