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Subject: {ASSM} "Teacher Part Eighteen" (mc, nc, F/m. M/f, nudity)
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Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2005 04:10:01 -0400
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TEACHER - PART EIGHTEEN

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca


Cory's father headed off for the Humboldt Redwoods the
next day, relieved that his home situation had been
resolved.  He knew how badly his wife wanted to be
with her aunt, and how much she'd been looking forward
to spending some time with her.  Still surprised and
perplexed that Cory had chosen Julius Gilles to stay
with considering the snatches of conversation he'd
overheard between him and his buddies, and even more
surprised and perplexed by the call he'd received the
night before from the teacher saying what a good son
he had and how he wanted Cory to stay with him, as
Matt Wilson drove he jokingly asked God that since He
was handing out miracles, if He could hand out one
more and see if Gilles and his family could be a good
influence on his carefree and sometimes impulsive and
trying son.  Seriously, he didn't know how Cory had
convinced the Gilles, or had even come up with the
solution to their problem, but he owed him and would
have to see he was properly rewarded when he returned
home.

Marian Wilson of course felt the same way as her
husband.  She had wanted to help her aunt and repay
her for her many kindnesses to her, and she'd been
looking forward to spending some time with her back
when it looked like Cory and his dad were going to be
able to spend some quality time.  His job came first
though, and she'd been sure that she'd have to cancel
her plans.  The call from Julius Gilles was just as
much a shock to her, as were the comments from his
wife about what a caring and loving son she had and
how proud she must be having a son with such a sense
of responsibility and love for his parents to have
come up with the idea.  Knowing how Cory liked to goof
off and how he tested the limits on every rule, she
was tempted to ask the woman if they were talking
about the same boy, or if she was on some sort of
hallucinatory medicine.  Seriously, as she dropped her
son's stuff off at the Gilles and then him off at
school and kissed him goodbye before heading off to
catch her flight Friday morning, the day after her
husband had left, she knew she owed her son for having
come up with this solution all on his own and she'd
have to reward him when she returned.

So it was that Cory, normally happy and go lucky,
spent Friday with an even larger grin than usual and
accompanied Julius after school to pick up his sons
and his daughters and returned to the Gilles's home. 
After a welcoming supper of one of his favourite
meals, all-meat pizza, homemade from scratch, not the
store boughten frozen kind nor the delivery kind, and
triple layer chocolate cake, he wished Julius and his
two youngest sons a good jog, with the suggestion
perhaps he'd join them the next day.  The look of
dismay on their faces was as delicious as the meal
he'd just had.  As Anton and Francois looked at their
father in panic, he tried to calm his own suddenly
racing heart.  Having Cory Wilson accompany them on
one of their jogs definitely could never happen though
at that very moment he had no idea how he was going to
prevent it.

He and his sons were already upset as it was.  It had
taken Antoinette longer to prepare the special supper,
which meant they'd started late, and Cory had helped
delay it by taking extra long in the bathroom to wash
his hands before they could begin, Julius himself
being the one who had the rule that everyone had to be
seated at the supper table before they could start. 
That Julius had become so upset because his routine
had been delayed by a simple fifteen minutes was not
unusual so came as no surprise to Antoinette.  That
her two sons were evidently just as dismayed was a
surprise, and upsetting.  They took after their father
in many ways, and to see them becoming so obsessed
with routine was not something she liked to see.  Of
course, only Cory knew the real reason for their
upset, and it was impossible to hide his smile.  It
was a small thing, but one of many little things that
he had in mind to make Julius's life miserable for the
next week or two.

The arrival of the red Corvette convertible outside
had upset Annette just as much as the delay in supper
had upset her father and brothers.  She, and her
mother, had hoped that with Cory staying at their
house it might put an end to the visits his sleazy
friend had been making off and on over the past two
and a half weeks, just as irregular and as unannounced
as Julius's meetings with Bob and Lane had been, for
the same reasons.  Keep the bitches guessing and keep
the bitches wanting, Billy had said, and Cory, using
Antoinette simply to get his nuts off and to further
his revenge against Goosey, had no difficulty with
that.  Besides, Billy had been right. When they
arrived after a day or two absence Antoinette had been
twice as hot.  If Billy had come to the door while
they were still at supper, Annette and Antoinette
would have surely died on the spot, but he'd been
pre-warned by Cory to wait until his signal just in
case, and besides, he knew enough to keep out of sight
as long as father and husband was in the house.

It being a Friday, Julian was impatient also, wanting
to get out of the house and be with his girlfriend. 
He had a hot night of necking in mind, taking her to
the theatre for one of those sentimental movies all
women get worked up about and getting her in the mood,
and then after a burger and shake, going up to
make-out point along Henderson Drive.  He had not yet
made out, but he'd gotten plenty of gropes and plenty
of kissing and caressing, so he knew it was any day
now that she'd put out and he'd finally be able to
brag about his conquest to all the guys in the soccer
team.  So what if it was in the family minivan?  Of
course none of them knew that he'd not yet lost his
virginity.

As for Juliette, she was heading over to her friend's
up the street to play Barbies as she frequently did,
and which her mother had suggested she do on this
night in particular, so fifteen minutes really did not
mean anything to her, and she herself unknowingly
added to the angst of her sister and mother as she
dallied after supper and fussed over which outfits she
should take with Barbie over to her friend's. 
Antoinette of course was eager to see everyone out of
the house so she could give Cory a very special
welcome that only she could.  Cory, of course, was
expecting it.

As soon as everyone left, he gave Billy the signal,
and without even waiting for him to come in, he headed
off with Antoinette to the master bedroom and the two
of them quickly stripped down to their underwear like
two newlyweds.  She'd bought a pair of particularly
sexy undergarments for the occasion, a flimsy pair of
dark violet silk panties and matching bra which Cory
observed were a perfect match with her red hair, and
she'd purchased a bottle of expensive and seductive
perfume, "Midnight Madness," which caused Cory to
observe, "you really smell wicked tonight, sort of
like my mom's spice drawer.  It's almost as good as
the smell of your cunt when it's hot and dripping
wet."  Considering he was thirteen, she took that as a
sincere complement.

They embraced and kissed, their kisses at first tender
and loving, but in a matter of minutes they became hot
and wet kisses of unbridled passion.  Antoinette never
ceased to marvel at how hot Cory got her so quickly,
something Julius hadn't done in years, and how hot she
was able to get the thirteen-year-old boy, an effect
she hadn't had on Julius in years either.  She was not
fooling herself.  She had recently turned forty and
was no longer the sex kitten she once was, and Cory
was thirteen and like all boys that age easily
aroused, but still, together they did turn up the heat
like she and Julius used to do years ago, which was
one of the many things she delighted in being with
him.

Undoing her bra, a skill the thirteen-year-old boy had
taken a while to learn, Cory stroked and squeezed her
ample breasts, and then snuggled down and sucked on
them, running his tongue over her sensitive nipples
and quickly causing them to become firm just like he'd
read in the porn stories Anthony brought over. 
Trembling with the electric shocks rippling through
her irritated nipples and through her breasts,
Antoinette massaged the boy's back and ran her fingers
down his slender, smooth body to his narrow waist and
under the elastic band of his white briefs.  She
cupped the compact globes of his ass, massaging them
and squeezing them as he massaged and squeezed her
breasts.  As he slipped his hands under the elastic of
her new panties and began to push them down, she
stroked the insides of the boy's sensitive thighs,
causing him to tremble with the pleasure.  His little
cocklet had been bulging out his tight briefs from the
moment he'd pushed down his jeans, and now strained
against the cotton cloth impatiently as he eased her
panties down.

As his fingers twirled her thick, curly hairs, as red
and thick as the long, curly locks on her head, she
pushed down his underwear and similarly twirled his
fine, silky hairs that had only recently sprouted on
his otherwise smooth and naked pubes, a reminder that
he was a third of her age and had barely entered his
teens.  As he ran his index finger along her vulva,
stroking them gently and with a knowledge and skill
far beyond his years, she reached down and slipped her
thumb and first three fingers about his narrow little
dicklet.  It was so silky smooth and it felt so small
but so hard for something so slender and young.  It
throbbed hotly in her fingers as her cunt throbbed
with equal excitement and her cunt juices oozed out
between her labia as a droplet of pre-cum oozed out of
the tip of Cory's aching little boner.

Upstairs Annette and Billy had stripped and were
kissing and fondling each other with equal passion. 
Billy cupped and squeezed the fourteen-year-old's
budding breasts and tweaked her tender, sensitive
nipples, sending pangs of pain and arousal through her
young, compact tits and causing her to arch her back
with the sweet pain that was still so new to her.  She
stroked his growing penis, marvelling at how it grew
in her hand and how it began so soft and delicate and
became so quickly such a hard and powerful organ.  Her
soft, pink hands contrasted with his dark skin as she
stroked it, and as Billy drew her young body against
his, her pert little breasts pressed against his
smooth, ebony chest.  Two and a half weeks ago she'd
never seen a man naked never mind touched his private
parts, nor had she ever had a man touch hers.

Slipping his hands down along her waist and over her
pubes, which he'd insisted she keep shaved for now,
Billy stroked her young pussy.  Finding her clit, he
fiddled with it, sending pangs of arousal through her
body and causing her to gasp and tremble with delight
and causing her young pussy to begin dribbling its
juices.  He loved engaging in foreplay and touching
her young, white body, and besides, he knew the hotter
she got the more passionately she'd fuck, and the more
passionately she fucked the greater the value of the
video he was making, and had made each time they'd
screwed.  There was a good market for videos of a
twenty-four-year-old black man fucking a
fourteen-year-old white girl, and since they were
going to fuck anyway, he might as well make some money
out of it besides. 

Cory had spent a longer time than usual at foreplay
also, wanting to have an especially hot and lingering
fuck, one that would last right up to when Julius and
his sons were walking up the walk so when they greeted
them they could smell the sex on him and on her.  So,
he took his time, caressing Antoinette's pussy until
her cunt juice was pouring out in a torrent and she
was aching so badly for him she was about to throw him
on his back and rape him.  Nestling between her
thighs, which despite her efforts and her dieting were
as big around as three of Cory's, Cory slipped his
stiff, aching dicklet in her hot, eager cunt, and
immediately felt it grasp it like the jaws of a trap,
a hot, slimy, wet trap.  He slowly eased it up her
cunt and then withdrew it, working it in and out of
her body like the pro he'd become.  It was his
twentieth piece of tail after all.  Even so, he sighed
with the pleasure rippling through his groin and
marvelled at the wonder of sex that despite his
experiences were all still so new and exciting.

Despite her revulsion and deep-seated prejudice toward
all coloured races and blacks in particular, instilled
in her since birth by her parents and friends, Annette
at that moment had her legs spread and raised in the
air as Billy humped her savagely and eagerly as he
always did and as she expected of him.  She wrapped
her young, slender thighs about his waist and closed
her eyes in the ecstasy of her arousal, her juicy,
eager cunt grasping his thick, pounding black sausage
as it worked in and out of her, sending ripples of
pleasure through her body.  She thrust her hips
forward in eagerness to reach that orgasm that she
knew was possible but which escaped her unless she
herself worked particularly hard at it, which in turn
increased the ferocity with which Billy plowed her,
which helped her to reach her goal.  Billy marvelled
at how hot he got chicks, especially young, white ones
as he humped her there on her bed.  This was going to
be a particularly great video, and he manoeuvred their
bodies so the camera could catch his thick, black
organ, slick with her pussy juices, working in and out
of her tight, hairless pussy.

He groaned both with genuine pleasure and for the
camera as he felt his spunk rising up the core of his
cock and he lunged forward, driving his sausage up her
cunt until his coarse black hairs were pressed against
her smooth, shaved pubes.  Grasping her tightly, he
trembled as he shot out his juice, filling her womb
with thick man juice.  Closing her eyes, she wrapped
her thin arms about his muscular, black body and
tightened the grip of her thighs as she approached her
own climax, and she thrust her hips back and forth
desperately as she pushed herself that last few
seconds and over the peak.  As wave after wave of
pleasure rippled through her, she gasped with the
exquisite pleasure of her own orgasm.  It was plain
they'd both climaxed, but to ensure the evidence for
the appreciative audience, Billy pulled his cock out
of her still vibrating pussy so the camera could catch
its tremors and the sight of his cum still oozing out
of the tip of his black cock before sinking it back up
her body.

In the master bedroom below Antoinette was also
gasping and groaning with her orgasm, something her
young lover managed to provide a dozen times more
frequently than her husband.  As her aching cunt
throbbed and pulsed with that womanly pleasure, Cory
sank his aching little pecker up her hot, pulsating
cunt and shot his load into her, spurting out his
thin, watery teenage cum with equal enthusiasm and
delight.  Panting and gasping and sweating, their
groins sticky from their sex, the two grasped each
other and trembled with their simultaneous climaxes,
just as delightful and powerful for the forty-year-old
mother of five as it was for her thirteen-year-old
lover.  Cory kissed and licked her hot, sweating
breast as the final spurts of his teenage cum shot up
her pussy, and Antoinette grasped his young, smooth
buttocks as the final waves of her climax rocked her
body.  The two sighed in ecstasy as they lay there in
her bed, where she and her husband would curl up and
sleep in a few hours, and savoured the physical and
mental pleasure of their fuck as a car door slammed
outside.

All too familiar with the stench of their sweat from
their own after-supper exercise and the strange stink
of dog her husband had begun to reek of this past
month, Antoinette hung back as she and Cory greeted
her husband and sons upon their arrival.  Their hair
tangled and knotted and their faces streaked with
sweat and grime, they had a strong, masculine smell
about them, one faintly hinting of semen.  It was an
odour Antoinette had noticed frequently before, but
usually lost in her post-climatic bliss and figuring
it was just some male thing, she'd paid it little
attention.  That Friday, she and Cory themselves were
strangely flushed for having been inside, their hair
dishevelled with the finer locks plastered to their
temples with sweat, and their bodies smelling of semen
too, and sharply of female sex.  Of  course Anton and
Francois had no idea what the odour was and were too
concerned about the lingering tastes in their mouths
and the smells of their own bodies.  Julius had
noticed the odours before, though not as strong as
this night, and he too was perplexed in that in the
past his wife was home with only their oldest
daughter, and on this night with their
thirteen-year-old guest.  Figuring it had to be his
imagination, perhaps even triggered by his guilt over
what he'd just done, and like his sons, more concerned
about the filth and griminess of his body, he did what
he always did-headed off for the showers.  So began a
most interesting and tumultuous time for the Gilles
family.

The first and the most obvious change in their lives
as a result of Cory's arrival was the change in menus.
 Julius and his wife, both genetically prone to be
heavy set, had consciously established a diet that
avoided fats, sweets, carbohydrates and anything else
that might result in their gaining weight, and between
meal snacks were limited to fresh vegetables and
fruit.  With Cory's arrival, that changed.  The meals
were designed to cater to the tastes and to keep up
the energy level of a thirteen-year-old boy, all
arranged for by of course his love-struck bedmate, and
in that he delighted in and praised Antoinette for her
baking, the house suddenly had the fresh aroma of
home-baked bread, cakes, cookies and pies.  The
cupboard was stocked with chips, chocolate bars,
Nachos and microwave popcorn and the refrigerator with
soda.

Of course Julius and Antoinette could not resist
indulging with such temptations.  Julius, still having
flabby breasts, a developing beer gut, and a broad
backside despite his strict exercise regime, knew he'd
have to exercise all the harder and longer, but then
Cory's presence was only a temporary arrangement of a
week or two, and after the stress he'd been going
through, one could not blame him for indulging in a
bit of pleasure.  As for Antoinette, Cory assured his
beloved that the more of her that there was, the more
there would be for him to fuck, and in her infatuation
with him, if adding a few pounds would make her lover
happy, she was more than willing to do so.  Anton,
Francois, and Juliette, who by long habit had not been
big eaters and who had been denied these finer things
of life, were delighted with the change, which they
knew was totally because of Cory.  They did not
understand why that was, but were hopeful he might
have an extended stay.  Julian, unable to resist the
temptations either, much to his dismay and angst found
himself suddenly faced with that teenage plague, zits.
 Annette, seeing the effects on her mother and her
older brother, prayed for both in the hopes that a
case of acne and an increase in weight would
discourage Billy from constantly photographing her,
and despite her ache for the pleasure he brought,
perhaps even stop seeing her.

The second change came Monday, November first, Cory's
fourth evening with his hosts.  He casually observed
at the supper table that in his household they
preferred to go naked, his parents being longtime
nudists, and in that's what he'd done all of his life,
he was uncomfortable wearing clothing around the house
and wondered if they would mind if he went naked. 
Julian choked on the chocolate cake he was wolfing
down in his hurry to get over to his girlfriend's, and
Juliette's jaw dropped as she alternately stared at
him unable to believe what she'd just heard and at her
dad and mom for their response.  It dropped even
further, and her eyes, along with those of her
brothers' and sister's, practically popped out of her
head when their mother observed that nudism was a
healthy practice that more people should adopt and
that they could easily practice it themselves what
with the brick privacy fence in the back yard. 
Besides, it would cut down on their laundry bill,
something that Julius indicated he supported, which
was the most shocking comment of all.

Of course ever since hearing about nudist colonies
from Billy three weeks ago, Cory had been working on
his plan, planting ideas and suggestions in the minds
of both Antoinette and Julius long before the
opportunity came up of moving in with them, which
worked in perfectly with his plan and was an awesome
stroke of luck.  Concentrating all his thoughts now on
the two of them, he reminded them of all the positive
things they'd read from sites on the Internet about
nudism that he'd subconsciously prodded them into
looking up, and repeated the arguments he'd been
making in support of nudism for the past three weeks,
arguments he'd been linking to anything that would
support his suggestion they become nudists.  In
Antoinette's case, he focussed on her fixation on
healthy living and exercise and her worry about
gaining weight, her ego regarding her beauty as a
youth, and her fear she was losing her appeal.  He had
praised her beauty daily, planting the idea it was a
shame to keep such a gorgeous body covered, and that
exercising outside in the nude was a healthy lifestyle
that would keep her body in shape.  With Julius, a key
link was his penny-pinching attitude, linking it with
the idea nudism would not only save on laundry bills
but would also reduce the wear and tear on clothes and
the need to buy new ones, especially for his children.
 In that he was a physical education teacher, he also
planted the idea of nudism being a healthy lifestyle
that would keep his body in shape also besides his
jogging, and the idea of the Greek students doing gym
in the nude, something that Cory was all for, not
knowing that in doing so he was also appealing to
Julius's love of the past and all things traditional,
and of course his deeply buried boy love.

"Well, if you're uncomfortable, I have no problem with
you going without clothes while you're here," Julius
observed.  "In fact," he added as he glanced at his
family, who was staring at him in total surprise, "I
don't see any harm in all of us giving it a try while
you're here."  It made sense, and he didn't have any
more time to think about it.  Make a decision and get
on with life, that was the type of guy he was. 
Besides, Friday Bob had made him and his two sons bend
over and grab their ankles while he and Lane strapped
their naked backsides with his belt fifteen times
each, once for each minute they were late despite the
fact he and Lane had themselves been late up to half
an hour in the past.  He had no intention of ever
being late again.  To add to his anger and
aggravation, neither Bob nor Lane and not even Lad had
shown up that weekend, and he and his boys had even
gone to the park Halloween evening just in case.  That
had particularly upset Francois, but Cory, who bless
him had taken Juliette out earlier, offered to go
around with him when they returned, and both had come
back with their pillow cases filled to the brim.  His
moving in did have its benefits.

As Julius and his two youngest sons headed out for
their supposed hour and a half jog, Julian headed
upstairs to primp himself for his date.  Looking in
despair at the fresh crop of pimples across his
forehead, and the large white one that had erupted on
the tip of his nose, he scrubbed at his face with acne
soap, but all that did was make them red and more
evident.  It was a common rumour in the locker room
that sex cured a guy of acne.  He was in desperate
need.  Perhaps tonight might be the night he thought
hopefully as he gelled his hair and gave his pits an
extra squirt of cologne.  As he headed out the door,
he noticed out of the corner of his eye that his
mother and Cory had already stripped off their
clothes.  He'd only seen his mother from the back, but
that was enough to make the sixteen-year-old boy's
skin crawl.  He didn't even want to imagine what it
was going to be like seeing her from the front.  His
sisters were nowhere in sight. Annette had retreated
to her room as she always did, unbeknownst to him to
wait for Billy.  All he knew was that she had been
particularly moody the past little while, and was
becoming a recluse, staying cooped up in her room
instead of chumming around with her girl friends like
she used to.  As for Juliette, he suspected she was
either in her room doing her homework, the good little
suckass that she was, or was off playing with her
dolls with one of her friends.

To the consternation of Julius and his sons, nobody
showed up at the clearing again.  That made it the
third day in a row, and they'd stayed an extra fifteen
minutes, forty-five in total, waiting just in case. 
Already on edge from waiting and dreading what Bob and
Lane might make them do when they did arrive, their
anxiety increased still further as they headed home
and thought about the consequences of Julius's
decision at supper.  They had of course become
accustomed to seeing each other nude, which was minor
compared to what else they'd become accustomed to in
each other's presence, but being naked in front of the
rest of the family, and especially the female side,
was a much different matter.  Added to that
apprehension the fact they had not had sex now for
three evenings, the three were in a particularly bad
state of mind as they pulled into the driveway.

Annette, Antoinette, and Cory also had not engaged in
their usual post-supper exercise either, and had not
since Friday, in part of course because of Halloween,
and in part because it was part of Billy's idea of
keeping them guessing and wanting.  After abstaining
for three days and especially after their particularly
hot humping on Friday, all three were definitely
wanting, even Annette who still struggled daily with
her feelings of guilt and shame about doing it, about
the pictures Billy was taking, and about her mixed
feelings of disgust and desire doing it with a black
man.

In that her husband and children were going to see her
naked later that evening, Antoinette had not pressed
Cory for their usual romp in fear that she might still
be in a state of postcoital arousal when Julius and
her sons returned from the park, as she had last time
but had at least been able to cover her still firm
nipples and swollen and dripping labia.  As it was,
she was surprised Julius had not yet become
suspicious, what with the constantly clean sheets
every day, though he had noticed the increased water
and electric bills as a result of her daily laundry,
and the occasional time they'd become particularly
active and had left a wet spot or a dribble of cum or
cunt juice elsewhere, like the headboard or the night
stand and once even on the lamp beside the bed.

Juliette stared into space, concerned and confused by
the dinner conversation, her parents having been
particularly strict in the past about the clothes they
all wore and insistent that they dress modestly and
covered up their support of nudism was in total
opposition to what they'd preached and practised all
her life.  In no mood to play with her dolls and
unable to concentrate on her school work, she slipped
downstairs to check if her mother had really meant
what she thought she and her father had said and found
her standing naked in the kitchen doing dishes and
Cory sprawled naked on the floor in the living room
playing a video game.  Her mother having her back to
her and Cory laying on his stomach, all she saw were
their naked butts, but that was enough to send the
seven-year-old scurrying back to her room.  Now
definitely unable to concentrate on her arithmetic
practice and definitely in no mood for playing, she
removed her clothes and looked at herself in the
mirror in the hopes that undressing alone and looking
at herself would make it easier when she had to join
her family.  An hour later she was still just as
apprehensive and uncomfortable.

Julian, perturbed by the supper conversation also, and
distressed by his outbreak of acne, found he could not
concentrate on his conversation with his girlfriend,
something that had never happened before, and they'd
been seeing each other almost daily since that summer.
When he was not self-consciously putting his hand in
front of his face to hide it from her view and
wondering what she was thinking of his sudden outbreak
of ugliness, he was imagining himself standing naked
in front of his mother, and her and his sisters
walking around starkers in front of him.  Just the
idea sent shivers up his spine and turned his skin to
gooseflesh.  Ending their date early with the excuse
he was not feeling well, which was the truth, he
headed home filled with dread and anxiety.

Uncomfortable herself and worried about the reaction
of her sons and daughters seeing her naked, and her
reaction seeing them, Antoinette had decided it would
help reduce the tension if they all got together and
did something they enjoyed doing and got the initial
shock over with.  Deciding on watching a video,
something light and humorous, she phoned Julius on his
cell phone and suggested he pick something up,
something like Shrek 2, the family having enjoyed the
first movie and having not yet seen the sequel.   
Julius had to admit it was a smart idea.  Arriving
home, he and his sons hit the shower as they always
did, but of course had no need to spend as long.  As
each dried off and headed for his room to put on clean
clothes, he realized that was not necessary.  Each
inhaled nervously and found some reason to delay going
down to the family room.  Arriving home and finding
everyone in their rooms except his mother, who was in
the kitchen with Cory popping popcorn, and discovering
his mother's plan, Julian considered using the excuse
he had homework, but he knew that she'd object, and
besides, getting it all over with at once was probably
not a bad idea.  So, he headed to his own room with
the same dread and apprehension everyone else was
feeling.  Well, everyone except Cory.  This was
perfect, and he hadn't even had to plant any ideas in
anyone's head.

Setting out the bowls of buttered popcorn, napkins,
and cans of soda, Antoinette called the family
together, and one by one they arrived, finding a
particular fascination for the carpet and glancing up
furtively as they headed to their usual places.  Even
though they headed to where they usually sat, they
found it awkward and wondered if there might be a
better alternative, one where they would be less
obvious and would not have to see the others.  Each in
turn discovered there was no such place.  So,
Antoinette and Julius took their usual sofa chairs and
Juliette curled up in her bean bag while Anton and
Francois laid down on the carpet in front of them,
embarrassed everyone was going to see their backsides
but comforted by the fact their other parts would be
hidden under them.  Julian and Annette took their
usual places beside each other on the sofa, but
instead of putting their feet up on the footstool and
lounging back, or cuddled together like they often
did, they sat primly straight up and with their hands
in their laps.  Waiting until everyone else took their
place so he didn't inadvertently intrude in someone's
space, and more important so he could pick a vantage
point where he could easily watch the family without
being obvious, Cory chose to sit down cross-legged on
the carpet between Antoinette and Julius.

Sitting curled up in her bean bag like usual when they
watched television, Juliette did her best to keep her
groin facing the television and away from the family
and kept one hand dangling in front of it.  At seven,
and the youngest of the family, she had never seen
anyone naked before and at her age knew next to
nothing about sex and hadn't been the slightest bit
curious what people might look like with their clothes
off, but she could not help stealing furtive glances
at everyone throughout the evening, and feeling
particularly self-conscious being naked in front of
everyone.  She was particularly curious about her
mother's and her sister's boobs and as she stole
glances at them, she wondered when hers would start
and if they would be as large, and what it would feel
like to have them sticking out in front of her like
that.

She of course could not help being curious about the
males in the house, her youngest brother because he
was the closest to her age, her middle brother because
it was impossible not to notice his jeans were always
bulging out down there and now she could find out why,
Cory and her older brother because they were
teenagers, and her dad, because he was her dad, though
she found of all of them, she was the most embarrassed
looking at his thing.  She noticed that each of them
was different in a way, in their shape and size and if
they had hair and how big the things hanging under
their things were, and she wondered why.  Knowing
nothing about such things, she was particularly
fascinated by the difference between her brother
Anton, whose thing stuck straight up in the air and
looked like it was stiff, and everyone else whose
things bounced and hung down between their legs.  No
wonder his jeans were always so bulged in the crotch! 
That had to be most uncomfortable having it stuck out
like that all the time.  She knew she was embarrassing
him, but she could not stop herself from glancing over
at his thing and wondering about it. She also wondered
what it must feel like to have those things dangling
between your legs and bouncing around like they did
whenever you moved.  She much preferred being a girl
and having her things inside her body where they
belonged.  Despite her curiosity, all in all, Shrek 2
was by far more interesting.

Annette, sitting uncharacteristically and
uncomfortably straight up on the sofa, did her best to
keep a hand dangling in front of her crotch also
though she quickly realized no matter how she held it,
her cunt was visible to someone, unless she clutched
herself, which of course was out of the question. 
Only her mother knew she'd developed hairs, and she
wondered what her mother must be thinking about her
smooth, shaved pubes, especially in that she'd caught
her mother glancing over at her the most frequently of
them all.  Of course she had caught her brothers
taking furtive peeks themselves, and Julian and Anton
had to be wondering why she was as smooth as Juliette
yet, the two of them surely knowing about that sort of
thing.  The thought of her brothers just thinking
about sex sent a strange quiver up her spine.  That
was gross.

Having the advantage of not only having seen but
having become intimately acquainted with a man's penis
these past three weeks, she was less curious and less
shocked than her sister, but she did have to check out
her brothers to see how they compared to Billy.  Not
to her surprise, she found the rumour about black men
being especially well hung held true for all the males
in the room.  Mind you, he was older than Cory and her
brothers so that did have to be taken into
consideration, though compared to Julian's, whose
penis wasn't much larger than his younger brothers',
Billy's was a monster.  As for her father, she found
it most embarrassing to check him out and she glanced
at him much less frequently.  Besides, unlike her
young brothers who only exposed themselves when they
sat up to take a drink of soda or twisted around to
pass the bowl of popcorn, and Justin who spent most of
the movie with one hand trying to hide himself just
like she was, her father sat there with his legs
spread openly revealing his thing to everyone so she
was able to check it out much more easily.  His did
look older and fatter and more wrinkled, but then he
was older and fatter.  Another quiver rippled up her
spine with the sexual thought about her father.  That
was so gross.  Anyway, she was better acquainted with
Billy's when it was in an erect condition, like she
noticed her middle brother's was, which she figured
had to be particularly embarrassing for him though he
had to be some kind of pervert getting erect from them
all sitting there nude.  She tried to imagine the
others in the same condition, and immediately felt a
strange sensation pass over her, a warm sensation of
arousal especially centring between her legs, but also
one of guilt and shame, causing her cheeks to burn. 
What sort of girl imagined her brothers and father
with erections?  She had to be as much of a pervert as
Anton.

Anton and Francois of course were used to being naked
in front of their father, and he in front of them, but
it was a much different matter regarding their mother
and sisters.  Francois, like his younger sister, was
more curious than anything else, and he could not help
stealing glances at each of them and turning a
brilliant crimson whenever they turned suddenly and
caught him, or when he caught his sisters or mother
looking at him.  Being closer to Juliette's age, he
was more interested in her, though he couldn't help
glancing over at Annette even more frequently in that
she always had her hand in front of her crotch, and in
that he was surprised she hadn't started getting hair
yet at her age.  Like Juliette though, once the
novelty was over, he found the movie much more
interesting then checking everyone out.

Poor Anton, always popping a boner at the most
embarrassing times, and more often hard as a nail than
not, spent most of the evening laying on his erect
penis or with it tucked and trapped between his legs
whenever he sat up to take a drink of soda or twisted
around to accept the bowl of popcorn, which Cory and
his kid brother seemed to be forever handing him, or
to hand it to one of them.  Unfortunately, at three
inches in length, it was not that easy to keep it
trapped and it seemed like it was always popping out,
almost as if on purpose to draw attention to itself. 
Although he'd noticed everyone was glancing furtively
at everyone else, just as he was, he was certain
everyone was looking over at him twice as frequently,
and it had to be because of his condition.  His kid
sister and his mother in particular seemed to be
constantly staring at him, and his cheeks burned with
embarrassment whenever he caught them.  He tried to
concentrate on the movie, but with seven naked bodies
in the room besides his how could he possibly not
think about them and about sex, and what
twelve-year-old could possibly not have a boner under
those conditions?

Antoinette was very much aware of her middle son's
difficulty, and his embarrassment, and although she
tried not to look at him, she could not help it.  As
they sat there watching the show and casting quick
glances at each other, she wondered if she'd been
right suggesting they could practice nudism, and if
she'd been right suggesting a family video night,
especially considering his embarrassment though it was
evident the others were just as uncomfortable.  On the
other hand, Cory, who was only a year older than
Anton, was having no such difficulty with his penis,
which she attributed to his ease at being naked in
front of others, and his more open and mature outlook
on sex.  Perhaps it was a good thing for her sons to
be exposed to the way others lived and thought, so
they might have an attitude more like his instead of
being ashamed and embarrassed by their nudity, as they
clearly all were.

She tried not to, but she could not help but glance
over at her oldest son on occasion, partly because she
was so surprised how small he was, having just assumed
he'd be like his father by now, and partly to wonder
if he was having sex with his girl, not that it was
going to be possible to tell just by looking at his
penis.  It was not unlikely he was, given he was
sixteen and very handsome with a good build,
particularly obvious as he sat there stark naked on
the sofa with the silver chain from his girlfriend
laying on his young, muscular chest.  He was very
popular with the girls besides, and she had been
sexually active at his age, and his younger sister by
two years had recently become active too, of that she
was certain.

She of course could not help notice Annette had shaved
her groin, and she wondered if it was another of those
teen trends like belly piercings and tattoos that
girls were into today and which she hoped neither of
her daughters would be, or if it was something she'd
done because it pleased that black boy.  Of course it
could be because she'd caught crabs or something,
which was even more likely.  God knows what sorts of
diseases black people had.

Of course she noticed her family glancing over at her,
especially her sons and her youngest daughter, and she
at first had done as Anton and Annette had, covering
her crotch discretely with her right hand.  As she
watched them do it, awkwardly and with embarrassment,
she also realized doing so was sending the wrong
message, that being naked was something to be
embarrassed about, something wrong.  The concept
behind nudism, which for some reason she'd developed
an interest in these past three weeks and which
considering Cory and his family were practitioners she
wondered was Fate, was just the opposite.  As she
realized that, she spent the rest of the evening doing
just the opposite.  She sat there and openly exposed
her breasts, which she was justifiably proud of and
couldn't hide anyway, and spreading her legs for all
to see her womanhood.  Cory, sitting cross-legged on
the floor beside her certainly was not embarrassed
about his penis being seen.  Already enamoured by the
boy, her admiration of his confidence and openness
increased still further.

Having his mother openly exposing herself was the last
thing Julian wanted.  Nothing could be more
embarrassing.  The boy did not know where to look, and
was particularly conscious of his mother and two
sisters checking him out.  By God, his younger sister
was only two years younger than he was and she was
gawking about checking all of them out like some sort
of slut.  Mind you, with her clothes off he had to
admit checking out her boobs himself, which were not
bad for fourteen, and her crack, which to his surprise
was totally hairless yet, which made it even easier to
see and more difficult not to check out.  And his
mother!  She was definitely checking him out.  What
sort of mother did that?  And not only was she
checking him out, but she was sitting there totally
exposing herself and thinking nothing of it.  What
sixteen-year-old boy wanted to see his mother sitting
there with her big, flabby boobs, and with her legs
spread like some overheated slut airing out her cunt,
which was particularly hairy, and which he perversely
could not stop glancing at either.  And speaking of
cunts, having until that evening never seen one
himself, and having never been that interested in porn
pictures like many of his buddies, he could not help
even checking out his own seven-year-old sister.  Now
that was sick!  What sort of boy was he?

What was most embarrassing of all though, was the
reaction of his own body.  His embarrassment and
anxiety over being nude had caused his dick and balls
to shrink and draw up between his legs so his dick
wasn't much larger than his youngest brother's, and
each time he caught someone glancing at him they
seemed to shrink even more, as if ashamed to be seen. 
He could only imagine what the rest of the family was
thinking about his lack of endowment, which just
wasn't true.  The sick feeling in the pit of his
stomach grew even stronger as he began worrying what
the others were thinking and as his dick and balls
shrunk even further.

Julius did not know what to make of the situation. 
His wife was sitting there displaying herself to her
children and to thirteen-year-old Cory Wilson, whom
he'd noticed she was paying particularly close
attention to, more attention than just being a good
hostess warranted.  Mind you he could not help
checking out the boy himself.  He was a handsome
looking boy, with a good, athletic build and flat
stomach and handsome facial features, and a decent
sized cock for thirteen.  He wondered if the boy
masturbated yet, or knew anything about sex.  A thrill
of desire rippled through him and caused his heart to
speed up.  Having kept such thoughts under restraint
all these years, under the circumstances he could not
help himself, and considering all he was going
through, he deserved being able to indulge in his
forbidden and long repressed thoughts and desires at
least for the evening.

He wondered if he should comment on the fact that he
was still wearing that headband he was never without,
but then Julian was still wearing his necklace his
girlfriend had bought him, and he was wearing his
watch and his sons the wrist bands that were popular
among youth right then.  He wondered what his sons
were thinking seeing their mother and sisters naked,
and what his daughters were thinking.  He'd noticed
Annette glancing at her older brother and himself in
particular.  He wondered if his wife had given her the
mother-daughter talk yet.  It was still two years
before she'd be allowed to date, and he could not help
notice she'd not started growing pubic hairs yet
despite the blossoming of her breasts, so perhaps it
was still too early to talk to her about the facts of
life.  As for Juliette, he had noticed her glancing
about with curiosity, and with embarrassment, both
quite natural for a seven-year-old girl.  She was
definitely far too young for a mother-daughter talk
yet, but he should suggest to Antoinette that she at
least take the two girls aside and offer to answer any
questions they  might have.

Julian, his oldest child, he noticed was no different
from his youngest, sitting there with his hand trying
to hide his genitals while he glanced at his sisters
and his mother, ogling their breasts and their
crotches.  Being sixteen, that curiosity was natural
also, as he had told him in their father-son talk
about the birds and the bees and being a responsible
male when he'd turned sixteen that summer.  He could
not help notice his son's lack of physical
development, and he felt embarrassed for the boy. 
He'd just assumed the boy would take after him.  He
wondered if maybe he should take him aside and talk to
him about it, to assure him that size was not that
important, though he himself didn't believe that. 
Perhaps he should have the boy see a doctor.  That
would be far less embarrassing, for both of them.

He wondered what Anton and Francois were thinking
about this latest development.  After what they'd been
through this fall, he could not think of anything that
was left for them to know about sex.  They had
certainly gone through a lot, and he could not look at
either one without feeling guilty and ashamed about
what he'd done to them this fall, and what Bob and
Lane were doing to all three of them.  He could not
help but notice Anton was in his usual state.  Anyone
who said preteen children didn't have sexual desires
obviously never had a perpetually hard twelve-year-old
son.

As Cory handed him the bowl of popcorn, he could not
help but glance down at his young, limp cock and
wonder what size it was when it was stiff.  Having had
no satisfaction for his own desires that evening, to
his dismay, he found his cock starting to swell.  He
quickly passed the bowl on and dropped his hands
between his legs to hide what was happening, but then
realizing that brought attention to him and that area,
he removed them.  That he was sitting there fully
exposed to his family and one of his students and on
the verge of becoming erect caused him to swell even
more.  He concentrated on the movie, trying to ignore
what was happening between his legs and the fact they
were all sitting there naked.  It did not work.  He
concentrated on the movie all the harder as his
anxiety and his cock grew.

Cory had learned over the past two months to become
observant of human behaviour, and how to interpret
what he saw, but one did not need any special
experience or training to see the embarrassment and
discomfort around him.  He loved it when one of his
schemes came together, especially when it came
together so perfectly.  It was totally wicked, and the
best part of it all was that he wasn't even using his
headband to plant suggestions or to augment any of the
feelings so evident in the eyes and on the faces of
the Gilles family.  As he munched on the popcorn and
glanced from one to the other in sweet innocence and
happily and seductively licked the butter from his
fingers, the difficult part was trying to ignore the
cam recorder he'd hidden among the clutter of tapes
under the television.

When the movie ended, each of them professed to be
tired and hurried off to their individual rooms in
relief that the evening was over.  The evening was,
but their night was not.  Each twisted and turned,
unable to sleep as images of each other's naked body
continually came to mind, some images disgusting and
nauseating, others raising questions that could not be
answered, and still others causing an ache and an itch
between their legs, even the crotch of young Juliette
who had no idea why.  As for Cory, he could not wait
to show Anthony his latest tape, and to implement his
next change for the Gilles family.

That change came Wednesday, two days later. 
Confessing that he missed his mother and father, and
confiding that when he was upset or lonely at home, he
sometimes slept with them, Cory left the rest of the
conversation up to his hosts, helping of course with
the occasional mental nudge.  Julius immediately
responded that while that was all very well, this was
not his home, and they were not his parents, and that
if he was suggesting he sleep with them, that was
totally out of the question.  Antoinette, having been
thinking about her children and how they'd been raised
as a result of their reactions Monday night, and
helped by the subconscious thoughts relayed by Cody,
responded that the boy was only thirteen, and reminded
Julius that their own children used to crawl into bed
with them Sunday mornings, adding that it was a shame
things that were so warm and homey had to change as
children got older, and that people had to turn things
that were clean and wholesome into something dirty. 
That of course only fuelled the suspicion that Julius
and his sons had, and that Annette knew, that
Antoinette had more than just a motherly interest in
Cory, a possibility that none of them wanted to
entertain.

Annette observed that was exactly what had happened to
the pop singer Michael Jackson who had been accused
but acquitted on charges of molesting young boys when
all he'd been doing was treating them with respect and
showing them some kindness while engaged in a bit of
innocent fun.  That resulted in a lively debate on
whether he really was so innocent, and stirred up
feeling of guilt in her mother, which had been
Annette's intent in that her mother was doing nothing
to stop coincidently another black man from molesting
her while she was romping in bed with a
thirteen-year-old boy, just what Michael had been
accused of and the whole world was in an uproar about.
 Unbeknownst to her, her comment stirred up similar
feelings of guilt in her two younger brothers and her
father who had their own secrets about man-boy sex.

Jason, unquestionably the most uncomfortable with the
philosophy of nudism his family had embraced without
question, pointed out how nudism was seen by some as
being pure and innocent too, but for many others it
was sinful and perverted.  That of course put him in
direct conflict with his parents, and opened up the
conversation to the role of religion and popular
opinion in ethics and morality.  That lead to a lament
about the disappearance of the good old days and a
discussion on what really was proper today without any
solid rules like there used to be, which lead to a
debate on if the innocence of the past really had been
a good value, and on how the world today was too
vulgar, Julius adamant that the younger generation no
longer had any morals considering how they dressed and
the music they listened to, and Annette and Jason
arguing that it was the older generation that was
immoral, and bigoted besides, citing the reality and
soap television shows that were watched by their
parents' generation.

That resulted in what began as an argument that not
everything had to be reduced down to sex and ended
with the conclusion that everything when you came
right down to it involved sex.  In the heat of the
argument, it became confusing which thoughts were
their own and which were the thoughts of others,
including those in their own head, sometimes ideas
just seeming to pop into their mind.  Their anger and
their passion for their beliefs were of course
secretly added to by Cory wherever he could, and
fuelled by the fact that all of them had now gone
without any sexual release since last Friday.  The
discussion ended with Julius and his two sons heading
off to jog and everyone upset and tense.

Billy didn't show up after supper again, and nor did
Lane and Bob, not that Annette nor her father and kid
brothers were in any mood for sex anyway after the
supper conversation.  Antoinette was too upset to even
think about it herself, and Julian was too angry and
filled with self-guilt to even seek the satisfaction
of his hand.  Of course Juliette hadn't a clue what
was happening to her and was frightened that this was
the anxiety everyone was talking about even young
children getting, which just added to the
seven-year-old's tension.

The conversation resumed after Julius and his sons
returned from their jogging, the upshot of it all
being a major change in sleeping arrangements.  First
Francois moved into Anton's room, Anton having the
bigger bed that could accommodate the two of them,
along with all his belongings with the idea that
brothers should share things more like they had to in
the old days, and that they would get to know each
other better and be better and more responsible
citizens for it all in the end.  That also freed up
Francois's room so Cory could sleep in it instead of
occupying the guest room, giving him a room of his own
to entertain his friends, whom he also confessed he
missed greatly, and freeing up the guest room again
for guests.  That raised another question as to what
they'd do about guests considering their embracing the
philosophy of nudism, which supported having a
separate room where they could meet their guests
clothed.

Initially they'd considered Cory sleeping with Julian,
which Cory thought would be an interesting idea, and
he broadcast a few scenarios about the consequences to
Julian, his mother, and his father, which quickly
convinced them perhaps the sleeping combos be left up
to just the family, meaning that Julius would move in
to sleep with his oldest son, a situation just as
embarrassing for one as the other, particularly in
light of the fact the whole family spent the day, and
nights, at home naked.  The same argument used for
Anton and Francois was raised, and if it was good for
them, then it certainly should apply to their older
brother.  After all, it was a lack of understanding
between teenage boys and their fathers that resulted
in all kinds of family and social problems in today's
world, something they wanted to avoid.  That of course
also resolved any situation in which Cory might feel
the need for a mother's comfort at night with Julius
gone, which considering his lack of any desires at
night was no big loss for him nor his wife, and
indeed, opened up several possibilities if she and
Cory were discrete, possibilities that Cory didn't
even have to suggest to her by way of his headband.

That left Annette and Juliette, who moved into her
older sister's room for sleeping purposes with the
same reasoning as used for her younger brothers.  That
left her room intact should either of them wish to
entertain guests, further supporting setting aside
Francois's room for the boys to entertain their
guests.  The decision was made, and they got on with
it that very night.

Much to Antoinette's delight though also worrisome, it
being a week since his parents had left, Cory chose
the second night of their new sleeping arrangements to
feel homesick and seek her comfort, which with a few
erotic thoughts, a little kissing and a bit of
caressing, ended up with him seeking her comfort
between her legs.  As he happily eased her stiff dick
up her eager pussy and began to fuck the shit out of
her, doing his best to make the bed creak, he
broadcast his comfort to the household, causing
Antoinette to become even more amorous despite her
worry.

Down the hall Anton lay there staring up at the
ceiling with a raging hardon while his brother lay
beside him, his anus itching to be probed.  After
several hours of restlessness, the two fell asleep
with Francois spooned against Anton, and with Anton's
stiff pecker pressed up between the cheeks of his
backside as they dreamed happy dreams that they dare
not suggest to each other when they were awake.

Across the hall, without Billy to satisfy that need
her mother was having satisfied and having checked
that her kid sister was asleep, Annette carefully and
silently reached down and stroked her aching pussy,
now with a week's growth of stubble.  The more aroused
her mother was getting the hotter Cory was getting,
and Annette felt a now familiar lust filling her mind
and body, causing her to slip her finger between her
juicy lips and work it in and out as Billy had taught
her.  Juliette, laying beside her, had no idea why she
herself was feeling so strange, nor did she understand
why her sister had such an obvious itch between her
legs as she feigned sleep but twisted and turned
uncomfortably, interrupting the pleasure Annette was
trying to achieve.

And, in the corner bedroom, Julius, feeling
particularly horny without Lad or any outlet with his
sons, and Julian feeling as horny as he always did at
bed with dreams and desires of his girl, lay there
side by side in the dark and under the blankets, glad
that the other didn't know the condition he was in,
and aching to get one off but afraid to touch
themselves, and even more afraid to get up and seek
satisfaction in the bathroom least the other notice
the condition he was in or guess why he'd snuck off. 
Besides, neither wanted to admit that perhaps part of
the reason for their arousal was because they were
laying there side by side totally naked.  Each chose
to roll over at the same time, and as Julian's smooth,
compact ass brushed against the fat, hairy backside of
his father, it caused Julius such a charge he reached
down and squeezed his aching cock least he blast a
load all over his son's sheets, while Julian shuddered
with revulsion and wondered why his stiff cock chose
to pound with arousal rather than shrivelling up this
time.  As Cory and Antoinette reached their orgasms
simultaneously and clutched each other as their loins
exploded, the resulting message Cory sent to the
corner bedroom had Julius and Julian gasping in horror
as unable to hold back they both shot the thickest,
most copious load they'd shot for a long time.

Of course building up those desires and creating their
anxiety and frustration was all part of Cory's plan,
which was about as far as he'd figured things out,
though he was sure more ideas to add to the guilt and
embarrassment of Julius and his family would come to
him.  For now, he was satisfied to have satisfied his,
and his beloved dumpling's needs.  What he did not
know and what Antoinette had confirmed with a little
kit she'd bought at the drug store that afternoon
while the family was at school, while he had ignited
the fire in her furnace, there was a little dumpling
in the oven.  And, what she did not know, was that
Annette had, with great embarrassment and driven only
by fear and anxiety, had purchased the same kit at
noon that the same day, and had after her mother had
vacated the bathroom, confirmed her fears that she too
had a surprise in the oven.

*********

Thanks to Billy for the ideas in this chapter.  What
else would you like to see happen?  What movies would
you like Billy Dean to produce?  What fun and havoc
can Cory create while living with the Gilles's and
with his own home vacant of supervising parents?  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 Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family, and
Father Henry.  Player characters created by readers so
far are Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob and Billy Dean
with a supporting cast of Jonah and Lane and of course
the star of the series, Cory.

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