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From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca>
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Subject: {ASSM} "Teacher Part Fifteen" (mc, nc, F/m, M/f, interracial)
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Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2005 04:10:02 -0400
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TEACHER - PART FIFTEEN

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

Julius Gilles arrived at school Wednesday morning with
dark circles under his bloodshot eyes and slumped
shoulders.  He had almost phoned in sick but had
decided at least being at school would get his mind
off the only thing he'd been able to think about all
last evening and all night.  He had not slept a wink. 
His wife of course wanted him to take the day off and
go see a doctor about getting a letter saying he
needed to go on stress leave, or at least to get some
medication for his stress.  Julius of course knew the
stress had nothing to do with work, but he could
hardly tell her what was causing his distress.  How do
you tell your wife of eighteen years that you have
fallen madly in love with a dog?  How do you tell her
that the best sex in your life, even better than your
wedding night or the previous week when you'd triple
banged her for the first time since they had met, has
been these past four weeks getting your ass fucked by
a German Shepard?

Adding to his stress level was his total inability to
explain what was going on.  Why did he have the sudden
fixation on the German Shepard?  He'd never had
thoughts of bestiality before his encounter with the
dog that afternoon in the park.  Well, not between him
and a male dog at any rate.  Even before that, why had
he performed a strip tease in front of Cory and
Anthony that day he'd given them detention, and then
again when they showed up at his home?  Now that he'd
never fantasized about before.  And why had he stood
there goosing himself with the pepper mill while those
same two students had screwed his two sons?  Why had
he performed oral sex on Cory and Anthony that day
he'd stripped for them, and then with young Jonah
Winthrop in the park and later with Stuart Millburne
in his office, and why had he felt compelled to teach
his sons how to fellate a man?  None of it made any
sense at all.

Of course everything that had happened to Anton and
Francois was a huge contribution to his high stress
level.  What sort of father taught his sons how to
strip to vulgar music and then stood idly by goosing
himself while his sons were being fucked by two of his
students?  What sort of father taught his boys how to
suck cock by having them perform on fruit before him,
and then engage in sex with each other and then with
him?  Having the two of them abused by Bob Moser and
their fellow student Lane Spudder because of him these
last two days added to his already heavy burden of
guilt and shame.  As he'd told the boys earlier, the
two had forced them to engage in those filthy and
debasing acts because the two had a grudge against
him, and Bob Moser was a sick pervert and Lane Spudder
a bully.  That he was proud of them for the way they'd
handled their abuse was small compensation for the
feelings of shame and filthiness that they had to be
feeling.  What sort of father was he that he could not
protect his two sons from the abuse they were
receiving because of him?

His feelings of shame over his fixation with the
German Shepard, his frustration in being unable to
explain what was happening to him, and his guilt over
being powerless to protect his sons were only a part
of what was troubling him, a very small part of it. 
What was causing him more stress than all three of
those combined was the fact that he'd found everything
he'd done with his two boys erotic.  Seeing them
stripping naked had gotten him aroused.  Watching them
sucking on the fruit and then each other had gotten
him so hot he hadn't given having them lick his cock a
second thought.  Even seeing them getting fucked up
the ass by Bob and Lane had gotten him aroused, and
performing the filthy act of felching with them and
seeing their tiny wieners becoming erect had gotten
him so hot he'd actually enjoyed it when he'd
spattered their faces with his cum and Moser had
forced them to snowball.

He hadn't had that discussion he'd intended on having
with his sons last night.  He'd used the excuse that
they'd evidently found the experience arousing, and if
it had brought them pleasure, it was best he leave
that alone.  That was an area he certainly didn't want
to explore.  The reality was how does a father tell
his sons that he had been turned on by watching them
engage in sex?  How could he tell them that sucking
the cum out of their asses and having them suck the
dog slime from his had given him an erection and a
desire stronger than he'd ever had before?  How could
he tell them that having them lick him off and then
drool his cum back into his mouth had gotten him
hotter than their mother could ever get him?  How
could he explain why he had such feelings?

Of course he knew why.  That was the bottom line, the
deep, dark, dirty cause of his stress.  Deep down
inside he was a boylover.  That was not a new
revelation.  He'd realized that as a young teenager in
junior high. While his buddies were jerking off with
thoughts of Playboy centerfolds and of making it with
their big-busted teenage classmates, he was jacking
off with thoughts of his younger cousins and seeing
them stripping down at night to go to bed.  In high
school while his buddies were trying to make out with
their female classmates he was hanging out at the pool
showers and lockers drooling over the smooth pubes of
elementary age boys.  One reason he'd chosen teaching
as a profession was to be in the company of young boys
all day.  One reason he'd wanted to teach at the Royal
Glencoe was because it was an all-boys school.  He
knew that but he really hadn't thought too much about
it until he'd been teaching for a couple years and had
found his mind wandering to thoughts of sex with
attractive boys in his class while his students were
doing their seat work, and he'd found himself resting
his hand on their shoulders as he bent over to help
them, his eyes stealing down to their crotches.

Revolted by his thoughts and feelings, the result of a
deep-seated guilt built up by years of brainwashing by
his strictly religious parents and the church and
negative propaganda of the media, he'd repressed those
thoughts and feelings and had concentrated on his
teaching.  Over time he buried those thoughts deeper
and deeper and he guarded himself against them by
becoming stern and distant from those he actually
desired, using sarcasm and putdowns in place of his
love so they would hate him, until he forgot those
desires completely and his fake attitude became
reality.  For over a dozen years he'd forgotten until
the incident with young Jonah Winthrop had brought
those long buried feelings back to the surface, and
the incidents with his sons had fanned the glowing
embers of his long repressed boy love.

"Shit, was Goosey ever in a foul mood today," observed
one of his students as a group of them headed for the
Seven-Eleven at noon.

"You're not kidding."

"Guess he hasn't been getting any from his wife."

"From Mister Millburne you mean."  The boys laughed.

"Actually, maybe his wife is glad he's got a thing for
Millburne.  Can you imagine what it must be like
having to make love with him every night?"

"Huh, every night? At his age it's probably more like
once every couple months."

"Maybe one of us should go see that she gets some
screwing.  Bet she'd be grateful," Cory observed,
recalling the conversation with the black hustler the
day before.

"Forget her.  Have you seen his daughter?  Now she's
got a nice set of boobs!"

"Forget both of them.  It's Goosey who needs a good
screwing.  Maybe by someone like Eminem," one of the
boys observed, referring to a black rocker
particularly known for his obscene lyrics and violence
toward gays.

"He was especially rude to you today."

"Yeah.  Telling me if I have to go take a leak so
often maybe I should start wearing a diaper.  Shit,
all I did was ask to leave the room.  I should have
gone up and pissed in his pocket."

Julius had been in a particularly foul mood.  Having
had to face his demon the previous night, he'd
resolved to bury those feelings once again and even
deeper.  His sarcasm and put downs came even harder to
his students having lightened up with them since the
video incident in Health 8B in fear that if he angered
them they would use the incident against him.  Weary,
frustrated, guilty and feeling totally helpless, he'd
resorted back to his old habits.  As he sat there
suffering the angry glares of his students, in a way
it felt good to have things back as they had been
before this nightmare had started.

Arriving at the Seven-Eleven, Cory spotted the jazzed
up red Corvette.  The guy who'd talked to him
yesterday was slipping some bills in his shirt pocket
and the two high school students who had been talking
to him were slipping plastic baggies of something
inside their school jackets, probably grass.  Spotting
Cory, the dude waved him over.

"Hey, my man, whazzup?" he asked, giving Cory a high
five.

"Not much.  You?"

"Life's sweet."

"Kewel."

"Been thinking of that video you showed me, of the two
kids and their dad."

"I've decided not to sell it."

"Yeah?  Man, that's too bad.  I know I was stringin'
ya along yesterday, but hey, that's bizness, you
know?"

"Sure."

"So, maybe we can renegotiate.  Cigarette?"  Cory
accepted the cigarette and let the man light it.  He
took a long drag and held it in.  "So, you name your
price.  You want cash?  Magazines?  Dope?  Cigarettes?
 Maybe a young bitch your age?  Maybe her moma?  Or
her little brother?"

"Nada."

"Dude, everybody wants something.  You name it, I can
provide it."

"What do you want?"

"For it?"

"No.  Just, you know, in life."

"I want to make it big.  You know, a mansion, a Rolls,
money to burn, a good-looking mama on each arm. . . ."

"And you'll get that dealin' and pimpin'."

"Hey, dude, don't you go dissin' what I do.  All a man
needs is a stable of good ho's, a reputation for good
stash.  Actually I plan on making it big in the film
industry.  All I need is one hot porn star, maybe
another Rip Torn or Jeff Stryker or Jason Adonis, or a
movie like Deep Throat like Linda Lovelace made to
make a name for myself.  Once they see the artist I
am, I'll be on my way."

None of the names meant anything to Cory.  "Can you
meet me at my house tonight, at, ah, ten to six?"

"Sure, my man," Billy said with shrug.

"Thanks for the smoke.  I gotta go get some Nachos and
cheese."

"Here," Billy said, handing Cory a ten spot.  "They're
on me."

"Kewel.  Catchcha later.  Oh," he said as an
afterthought, "maybe meet me on the corner instead of
at my house, okay?"

"Gotcha."  Billy smiled as he watched the kid
disappear into the convenience store.  With his moves
and attitude he should have been black.  Maybe he
could take the kid under his wing and train him as his
assistant.  Better yet, with his looks, maybe he could
make him a porn star.  There was big money to be made
in child pornography these days.  He'd have to get rid
of that goofy metal headband he was forever wearing
though.  If nothing else, if he befriended the kid
maybe he'd give him the video he'd made of the guy and
his two kids.  If that didn't work, if he could just
get a couple nude pics of the kid he could always
threaten to post them on the Internet and blackmail
the kid for it.

As he headed down the street at five-fifty sharp, he
spotted the kid standing at the corner.  "So where to,
my man?" he asked as the kid got in.

"Five blocks down and hang a right.  At Eaglemont
Drive, head left for six blocks to 118th, then turn up
Mulberry Way for three blocks to 38 Mulberry Crescent.
 You like swimming?"

"Swimming?  Yeah, sure.  But I didn't bring any
trunks."

"We won't be needing them," Cory said with a smile. 
The family Mazda minivan was in the drive, Julius's 04
Lincoln Cartier was not.  "Better park in the street."
 They walked around to the back door and Cory rang the
bell while Billy gave the place a quick lookover. 
Large pool with inlaid stone patio, fancy cedar deck
and furniture, large propane BBQ, a portable mini-bar,
and a landscaped backyard with fruit trees, a
flowerbed border and manicured lawn behind a six-foot
brick privacy wall-very nice.  This was not a mansion,
but it was no poor man's house.  A girl in a
long-sleeved blouse buttoned at the neck and a jean
skirt past her knees with knee-high white socks
answered the door, a teenybopper, with gorgeous, long,
curly red hair and an alabaster complexion.  It was
difficult to tell her age.  Looking at her face you'd
think she was barely out of elementary school, fresh
and clean with full baby cheeks and a dimpled chin and
unmarred by makeup, but looking at her body you'd
think she was in high school, nice firm boobs perched
high on her chest, a slim waist, flat stomach, and
gorgeous legs.  It was a shame they were hidden under
so much clothing.

She looked at the two of them in surprise, and
especially at Billy, whom she glanced up at with an
unmistakable flicker of repugnance and apprehension. 
Billy was very much aware of that look as fleeting as
it was and his anger immediately began to rise.  She
turned and called for her mother, and seconds later
the woman came to the door.  She was not a bad looking
broad considering she had to be in her late thirties,
maybe even forty.  Her gorgeous red hair, long and
curly like her daughter's, fell over her shoulders. 
Like her daughter she was wearing a long-sleeved
blouse buttoned at the neck but under it you could
tell she had a nice pair of boobs too, heftier and
more matronly of course, the boobs of a mature woman. 
Under her ankle-long skirt she was packing a bit of a
stomach and she was perhaps a bit broad in the
backside, but Billy liked a woman with a bit of meat
on her ass.  He hated screwing a boney ass.  She had
few wrinkles at the corner of the eyes and corners of
her mouth but she had nice full lips perfect for
sucking and attractive blue-green eyes.  She too
looked at them with surprise, and at Billy with a look
of even greater aversion.  Mother and daughter were
very much alike.

"Hi," Cory said brightly, ignoring the looks.  "Mister
Gilles said we could come by for a dip in the pool. 
Thought we'd let you know in case, you know, you came
out while we were out here, especially since we forgot
to bring our swim trunks."  He smiled at Annette and
up at her mother with a childlike, impish grin and an
image of him, and then of Billy, standing there before
them in the nude flashed through their minds as they
felt a sudden ache of arousal pass over them.

"Mister Gilles isn-, ah," Antoinette began.  She was
going to say her husband wasn't at home at the moment
and that they'd better come back when he was, but
standing there in front of a young nigger who could
easily overpower her and her daughter, and do God
knows what with them, and very likely would like to
from the looks of him, she thought better of it.  "Ah,
can't come to the door right now," she said instead. 
"Maybe-."

"That's okay.  Just tell him that Cory and, ah. . . ."

"Billy, Billy Dean, at your service," Billy said,
introducing himself with a flourish as he removed his
white Fedora and bowed deeply while flashing the
mother, and especially the daughter, his most
disarming smile.  Now the daughter would make an
excellent porn star, at least for a couple months
until she lost that sweet, innocent look and took on
the look of a slut like all women did once they got a
taste of cock.  As he smiled at her he wondered if she
was a virgin yet.  He'd love to correct that flaw
personally.  His cock began to swell in his tight
jeans with just the thought.

"You can just let him know we're here.  He don't gotta
join us or nothing.  Are Anton and Francois here?"

"No, they've gone with their-ah, they've gone out."

"Okay, that's kewel.  Julian?" he asked, knowing very
well that he spent every minute he could with his
girlfriend but checking to make sure, not that it
really mattered if he was there, just as it didn't
matter if Goosey's youngest daughter was there either
and who, as it turned out, was over at a friend's
working on a school project.

"No, he's out too.  Now, if you'll excuse us, we were
doing the dishes," Antoinette said abruptly, wishing
to end the conversation.

"Yeah, sure," said Cory as he began unbuttoning his
shirt.  "We'll just jump in the pool and cool off."

Mother and daughter were far from cooling off as they
felt another surge of arousal pass over them. 
Glancing up at Billy, who usually wore his shirt with
only the fourth button done to show off his chest,
Annette wondered what it would be like to run her
fingers over his smooth, black skin and over the pert
nipples she could see peeking out from his open shirt.
 She immediately began to blush with the unusual,
obscene thought.  She pictured herself running her
tongue over those chocolate rosebuds and sucking on
them as her hands caressed the inside of his thighs
and his black organ rose in his tight jeans.  Her
cheeks burned with embarrassment and her jaw dropped
with the totally perverse thought.  As her vulva
throbbed warmly she suddenly stepped back in fear and
shock.

Antoinette was momentarily lost in her own strange,
perverse thoughts.  The boy, who couldn't be more than
thirteen, had said they hadn't brought their trunks.
Picturing her wrapping her arms about him as he stood
there naked before her and caressing his compact
backside, she wondered if they were as smooth and warm
as she imagined.  An ache of desire and sense of
excitement, mild but perceptible, rose from the centre
of her breasts as she imagined him exposing them and
then kissing and nibbling on them.  Her desire rose as
she imagined reaching down and cupping his testicles,
smooth and warm. . . .  She closed the door and stood
there staring at it.  What was wrong with her?  He was
only thirteen!  Where did such obscene and perverse
thoughts come from?

Billy stared at the closed door, and then down at
Cory, who was standing there with a silly-looking grin
on his face.  Although only twenty-four years of age,
he'd been around plenty long enough to know prejudice
when he saw it, and lust too.  He'd just seen both. 
The look on the faces of daughter and mother when
they'd first laid eyes on him were looks of disgust
and revulsion along with a good dose of fear and
hatred.  He knew those looks.  He'd seen them plenty
of time from white folk, especially those who had an
arrogance about themselves, as he got the sense these
two had.  But over the next minute or two he'd seen
those looks turn to looks of desire.  He'd seen those
looks before too, from white chicks who thought it
would be hot to make it with a black man, and from
black chicks who knew a hot body when they saw one. 
He'd had his share of those looks.  He was a flashy
dresser and good-looking, and though perhaps on the
short side and a little lean, he did have one sexy
body.

"Last one in has to kiss the other's ass," announced
Cory, who by then had removed his shirt and dropped it
on the deck.  As the boy pushed down his shorts and
his boxers at the same time and eased his right runner
off with his left foot, Billy knew he'd never beat the
boy, and he knew the boy would hold him to the
consequence too.

No longer under Cory's direct influence as they
returned to their dishes, mother and daughter
nonetheless continued to think about him and Billy. 
Antoinette of course recognized Cory from the time he
and the other boy had shown up for a dip in their
pool, totally unannounced then too.  That was also the
day she and Julius had had the hottest sex they'd had
in their lives, and, she recalled now that she thought
about it, it had begun with the same feeling of
randiness as she was feeling now the moment the boy
had shown up at the door.  As she recalled that most
unusual evening, she absent-mindedly reached down and
pressed her fingers between her legs to relieve the
itch that had developed there just as she'd done that
day.  She had figured back then it most strange her
husband would invite the boy to use their pool, and
she knew he was not the type her boys would be friends
with, but evidently he had, so it was possible he'd
done it again.  He had been acting most strange
lately.

Even as strange as he was acting though, there was
absolutely no way he would have invited the black to
their house.  He and she had many things in common,
which was why they had such a happy marriage compared
to many of their friends.  One of those things was
their agreement on the place of the black race.  They
might call themselves Afro Americans or blacks or
whatever now, and they might have jobs way above their
station in life thanks to affirmative action and at
the expense of hard working, decent white people, but
they were still lazy, untrustworthy, stinking niggers
no matter how television portrayed them.  The mere
thought of him in their pool sent shivers of revulsion
up her spine.  They'd have to drain the pool and wash
it down with bleach.

She turned her thoughts back to Cory.  Those were much
more pleasant thoughts.  In a few more years all the
girls would be chasing him.  He would make some girl
quite the catch when he became a man, some girl in his
class of course, not someone like Annette.  There was
something sexually attractive about him.  She tensed
and drew her legs together.  Just thinking about the
boy was giving her throbs where she hadn't had throbs
since she'd been a teenager herself.  Perhaps it was
his animal sensuality.  Lower class boys were like
that.

Annette, like her mother, was thinking of Cory and
Billy too, but unlike her mother, her focus was on
Billy Dean.  Like her parents, she had an aversion and
fear of black people, having been brainwashed all her
life by her parents, by her church, and by the friends
she socialized with to think that way.  Despite her
fear and loathing, he was attractive in a dark,
mysterious way, and his skin was so appealing and
enticing, like a forbidden fruit.  Cory had said that
they'd be naked.  She'd never seen a boy naked
before-well, other than her two younger brothers, but
that was when they were babies, and that didn't
count-and she certainly had not seen a man.  Now if
she could catch a glimpse of the two of them that
would be something to tell her friends at school, and
especially if she could catch a glimpse of Billy. 
She'd heard black men were especially large down
there, though she had no idea what large really was. 
That was one thing they did not explain in sex ed
classes.  Actually, sex ed classes didn't tell a girl
much of anything.  Annette shifted from one foot to
the other uncomfortably.  Just thinking about them was
giving her a strange feeling between her legs, a
feeling she'd never had before.

Cory had, of course, dived into the pool first, and he
had exacted his prize from Billy, who didn't really
mind.  If kissing the white boy's ass cheek was going
to get him somewhere with the boy it was a small price
to pay.   As the two splashed and floated about in the
water and enjoyed themselves in the heat of the early
evening, they both thought of the two women who had
greeted them.  Billy of course focussed on Annette. 
She'd make one hell of a good subject for his camera.
He'd start with still pictures of her, slowly
undressing and posing nude in provocative positions. 
The clothes she'd been wearing would be perfect, and
then another series in perhaps something more childish
and frilly, and of course in a school girl uniform,
like those of the two boys Cory had a video of.  As he
thought of the video, he realized there was a
similarity in appearance between the younger of the
two boys and the girl.  Could they be brother and
sister?  Cory had mentioned something about two boys. 
He glanced over at the thirteen-year-old who had found
a large beach ball and who was trying to climb on top
of it in the water.  Did he have another reason for
inviting him to go swimming other than to enjoy a cool
pool on a hot October day?

Cory had been doing a lot of thinking since the
conversation that noon about screwing Goosey, his
wife, and his daughter, and about Billy's comment the
day before about screwing older women.  Thinking about
sex was a regular thing for him, especially during
boring classes, which meant most of them.  He'd never
done it with a female before, and really wasn't in all
that much of a hurry for his first experience, not
that he hadn't thought about it before and not that he
and Anthony hadn't discussed who they'd like to do,
celebrities and people they actually knew on numerous
occasions.  Gilles's wife and daughter had not been
two of them, but actually, doing it with Annette or
Antoinette for his first time would be rather cool now
that he thought about it.  It really didn't matter
which.  A cunt was a cunt and he'd read all there was
to know about how to do it from porn so it didn't
matter if who he did it with had experience or not.

Having made up his mind, he began to put his plan into
action in Computer8 Class that afternoon, bringing up
the memory of the previous day and sending the images
to Julius, and then sending the messages of how hot
and horny he'd been and how much pleasure he'd gotten,
and how he had to take his sons to the park again and
experience it all over.  At first Julius had rejected
the idea, as he could tell from the way he'd screwed
up his face and shaken his head, as if being bothered
by a pesky fly.  Well, he was pesky, and he kept up
the feelings of pleasure and horniness, which from the
bulge in Goosey's pants were evidently being received,
along with the ideas that he had to go back and take
his sons to show them that what they were doing was
natural and all right.  Those thoughts took a lot more
effort and were met with a lot more resistance, but
they were thoughts Julius wanted to believe himself
and by the end of the period, Cory was pretty sure
he'd broken through.

Of course Lad would not be there in that he was
planning on being at Goosey's house in his absence and
Terry was still grounded, and he'd heard Lane tell Bob
that he wouldn't be there the next day also and Bob
had decided to give the day a pass.  None of that
really mattered.  The point was getting Julius and his
two sons out of the house.  Going a day without
getting fucked would make Goosey and his sons
appreciate the next day all the more.  That would mean
they'd return home that much sooner, which didn't give
him and Billy that much time, and they might even
catch them doing it, but that didn't really matter
either.  Actually, that would be rather fun!

Unable to resist the temptation of seeing Cory and
Billy naked and telling herself that she was simply
checking up on them to make sure they were not up to
anything, Antoinette peeked out at the back yard from
behind the curtains in their dining room, keeping one
eye out for her daughter who had gone upstairs to her
bedroom.  The two were floating and swimming about,
which again gave her the shivers as she thought of the
black nigger in their pool.  She turned her mind to
Cory to get the unpleasant thoughts out of her mind. 
She thought back to his previous visit, and how as
soon as he'd arrived she'd started getting aroused,
just as his presence there today had the same effect. 
She had been precocious as a child, and wondered if
that was why the presence of a thirteen-year-old boy
was having such an effect on her.  By thirteen she
knew that she was pretty and that she could get men in
"that" condition just by giving them a pouting look,
or by a strategically placed hand, which she
frequently did just to watch them squirm with
embarrassment.  A year later she had been the
instigator in checking out along with several of her
closest friends a younger boy on their street, and
when her male cousins had visited over the summer,
she'd spent a lot of time spying on them, listening to
their vulgar stories and jokes and catching them on
more than one occasion taking a leak in the woods on
her parent's property.  Those had been fun times.

As she studied Cory, she also recalled the hot time
she and Julius had had when he'd returned home that
day.  That had been most atypical.  Over the past
several months Julius had been particularly
despondent, and especially since school had resumed. 
Their sex life had basically come to an end, Julius
being too tired, too preoccupied with work, too
worried, or whatever to make love to her.  Even the
mere hint of it from her had sent him into a fit of
depression this past month.  She at first worried that
it was her, that he was no longer finding her
attractive or desirable, and she'd made special
efforts to make herself appealing, but to no avail. 
That was particularly upsetting.  She was only forty. 
She had many years of an active sex life yet as far as
she was concerned.


Cory got out of the pool and stood on the edge in
plain sight.  The boy really was naked.  She envied
him, his youth, his lack of inhibitions, his freedom. 
He was so young, so virile.  He had years of active
sex ahead of him.  Well, a few anyway.  It was a shame
that a man's peak came so early really.  By the time
the boy was eighteen he'd have reached his peak in
performance and it would be downhill after that.  It
was a shame really for him to spend the next five
years, the years he was the most physically capable,
satisfying himself with his hand when he could be with
a woman.  Of course that did not have to be.  He was
in need and unsatisfied, and so was she.  Lots of
women had sex with younger men.  Even women with boys.
 You read about it in the paper all the time.  She
reached down and absent mindedly stroked herself.

Annette peaked out from behind her bedroom curtains,
wishing she could have a closer view.  She could
barely see Cory's things.  From what she could
discern, they were about what she'd imagined they
would be.  It was rather disappointing.  They weren't
much bigger than her brothers' when they were babies. 
They certainly were not as big as Cindy, who had seen
her older brothers', claimed they were.  To her
delight the black man climbed out of the pool.  He was
of course much bigger than Cory, and so were his
things.  He was totally black, not having a tan line
like Cory.  As she watched him, she felt an ache
between her legs.  That was ridiculous.  He was a
black man, way below her station in life.  She thought
back to stories about slaves, and how the white owner
had his way with the black women, and how sometimes
the black men did things to the owner's wife or his
daughter.  Of course she was not supposed to see such
shows, but her parents trusted her and hadn't put any
blocks on the television or the computer, and such
shows were common enough that she didn't have to even
search for them.  She reached down and began to stroke
herself.

"Time for a game of periscope up," Cory announced as
the two of them dived back into the pool.

"What exactly is that?" Billy asked.  In response,
Cory reached under the water to grab Billy's more than
ample appendage and give it a stroke.  "Hey!" Billy
objected as he pulled away.

"Bet I can get my periscope up before you can get
yours up," Cory challenged, reaching between his legs
and stroking himself.

"You're on," responded Billy, taking up the challenge.
 He was young and virile, and he had an advantage over
the thirteen-year-old.  He'd noticed the mother and
daughter peeking out of the house and watching him. 
He knew that in their eyes he was dirt, but he also
knew he was attractive, and that sometimes being dirt
was not a bad thing.  For one, it got the women all
the hornier.  So, concentrating on the image of the
two staring out of the windows at him, he thought
about what it would be like to fuck them, perhaps with
both in the room, one watching while he rode the
other, and then vice versa.  Now that would be hot. 
It would be even hotter if he could tape it.  Taking
the daughter's virginity in front of her mother, and
then doing the mother in front of the daughter, now
that would be hot.  A movie like that would sell big,
especially if it was advertised as being real, not an
act.  His cock quickly began to swell with the
thought.  He should have bet the kid something.  That
the kid had to kiss his cock if he got it up first or
something.

Cory of course was fully aware of the two of them
being watched.  In fact he'd done his best to project
his thoughts to each of them, making the mother hot
for him and the daughter hot for Billy.  He had no
idea if he could do that from the distance he was,
though it was not that much farther than he was from
Julius when he was in the clearing in the park, and he
did have an unobstructed and uninterrupted view of
them except they were behind glass.  He wondered if
that mattered.  Pushing those thoughts aside, he
imagined what it would be like to have Billy fucking
Annette while he was fucking her mother, the two of
them side by side like he and Anthony had been side by
side when they'd fucked Anton and Francois.  His young
cock expanded quickly with the thought.  Even if he
couldn't project his thoughts to the two females, his
thoughts would speed up his erection.  He should have
bet Billy something, like having to kiss his cock if
he got it up first.

It was impossible to say which of the two got erect
first, and likely it occurred at the same time.  The
two decided to call it a tie at any rate.  Being erect
was their only similarity as the two floated on their
backs, their cocks sticking up out of the water. 
Cory, five feet tall and ninety-three pounds, his
stylishly gelled, spiked and highlighted reddish-brown
hair now plastered to his scalp and held in place by
his metallic headband, had a dark tan and a distinct
tan line with a creamy white stomach and buttocks. 
His cock was two fingers thick and had a small patch
of reddish-brown hairs just above it.  In contrast
Billy was five-foot-eight and a hundred and forty-five
pounds with dark black skin head to toe except for the
soles of his feet and his palms and wore his coarse
black hair in dreadnaughts.  His seven-inch sausage
was as black as the rest of him and was topped with a
dense bush of curly black hair.

"Goosey should be home around seven-thirty," Cory
suddenly said as he climbed out of the pool.  "We got
about an hour."

With that he turned and headed into the house. 
Figuring Goosey had to be the Mister Gilles Cory had
referred to upon their arrival, and that Cory had seen
his daughter watching them from her upstairs bedroom
and had gone to make his move with her, Billy debated
his options, which took all of a minute, and climbed
out of the pool and headed for the house also. 
Considering her feelings about him, and that at the
same time she had been checking him out, fucking the
mother would prove interesting.  Getting a quick lay
of the lower floor and seeing her nowhere in sight, he
headed down the hall where he suspected she had
retreated and where he figured the master bedroom
would be.  Finding the door closed and concluding that
confirmed his suspicion that was where she'd taken
refuge, he slowly and carefully opened it a crack and
peeked inside and quickly closed it again.  He'd be
damned if the kid hadn't sought out the mother.  He
probably hadn't noticed the daughter upstairs.  Well,
Billy thought with a leer, all the better for him! 
His stiff cock leading the way, he bounded up the
stairs in hot anticipation.

Cory had of course seen both of them and had made his
choice.  Concentrating on Antoinette and telling her
how desirable he was and how good a virile
thirteen-year-old boy could make her feel, he had said
nothing as he had stood there in the living room
dripping wet and stark naked and stared up at her. 
Having seen him coming toward the house and having
chosen to remain standing where she was, Antoinette
had already made up her mind what she was going to do
also.  Having gone without for the past month other
than the one wild pre-supper frenzy with Julius, it
was not a difficult decision, so Cory did not have a
difficult sell.  Picking up a fleecy bath towel on the
way to the master bedroom, she sat down on the bed and
dried him off, as she had dried off her five children
after their bath although she'd long stopped doing
that before any of them were thirteen and although her
boys had the occasional boner, they were toddlers at
the time with toddler-size erections.

Drying off his naked body, she caressed it gently with
the soft towel, rubbing his back and slipping her
hands down to caress and knead his smooth, compact
buttocks.  She continued down each leg and as he held
up one foot and then the other to be dried, his erect
penis stood up firm and attentive.  She dried off his
chest and his nipples quickly became firm as she
brushed the fleecy blanket over them.  He had an
athletic body, firm and with the new muscles of a
thirteen-year-old boy and a flat stomach.  As she
dried off his erect penis and tender, dangling balls,
he squirmed with the pleasure.  He stood there and
watched her as she quickly stripped for him, dropping
her blouse and skirt on the floor and looking at him
seductively as she removed her bra and then her
panties.  He stared at her unabashed and attentive,
his green-blue eyes taking in her breasts and slowly
dropping down to view her hairy pubes and the luscious
cleft below them.

Reaching out and taking his hand, she drew him close
and as she lay down on the bed she drew him to her. 
He reached out and caressed and stroked her breasts,
and as he did so his little dick jerked with
excitement.  He ran his fingers in concentric circles
about her nipples, beginning wide and drawing closer
and closer to her nipples until he ran his finger tips
over them gently, sending shards of arousal through
her breasts.  He snuggled down and kissed and licked
her boobs and then sucked on one nipple and then the
other, teasing them with his tongue as he sucked on
them and causing her to quiver and gasp with the
pleasure his mouth was causing.  He knew from hours of
reading the porn Anthony had shared with him what to
do, and what women wanted.

It had been a long time since Julius had played with
her breasts and sucked on them.  He used to enjoy them
years ago when they were dating and when they'd first
married, but by time the time Francois had been born
he'd bypassed them for more direct foreplay lower
down.  Although he'd never said so, she'd wondered if
suckling five children had left her breasts
unattractive.  Delighting in the thirteen-year-old's
attention to them, and in his youthful inexperience,
she found herself growing even more aroused.  Of
course Cory's own arousal transmitted to her by way of
his headband accented her own desire.  She caressed
his smooth back, this time without the towel, and
reached down and caressed his smooth, compact
buttocks.  They were so smooth and so firm compared to
the hairy, flabby backside of her husband, so
delightful to caress.  She drew his naked body to her
and quivered as she felt his little weiner burn hotly
against her belly.  This was perverse having sex with
a thirteen-year-old boy, but it was so erotic.  She
could not remember when she'd felt so hot.  Rolling
over on her back and taking him with her, and
spreading her legs and raising her knees, she guided
him into position between her thighs.  Wiggling down
until she felt the tip of his hot little pee-er
against her slit, she quivered in anticipation and
opened up to him.  Feeling her hot, wet slit slipping
over the tip of his stiff little cock, the boy, barely
into his teens, inhaled sharply in anticipation and
delight.  Placing her hands on his hot little
buttocks, Antoinette gently pressed down on them,
pushing his body closer against hers and sinking his
stiff little organ into her eager pussy.  She quivered
with the eroticism and groaned in ecstasy.  She was
taking the boy's virginity.

Billy had meanwhile located Annette's bedroom where
she'd stood anxiously waiting, hoping desperately that
it would be he who entered and not Cory, but at the
same time fearful and dreading the moment.  Naked and
wet, he had stridden over to her and had drawn her to
him and kissed her hotly and roughly on the mouth.  It
was a one-sided kiss but for Billy her innocence just
made it all the hotter.  Pulling her blouse out of her
skirt, he slipped his hands up it along her back.  His
lips still locked to hers, he unfastened her bra and
ran his hands along the soft, warm curve of her body
to cup her young, budding breasts.  Pushing her blouse
up, he caressed and squeezed them, delighting in their
firmness and compactness.  He brushed her nipples with
his thumbs, causing her to inhale sharply and quiver
with the sharp pleasure piercing her until then
unfondled breasts.  Breathing heavily, he ran his
hands down her smooth, narrow waist and slipped them
under the band of her skirt and pushed it down over
her hips, letting it drop to her ankles.  She stood
there trembling, wanting him and yet not wanting him,
eager for delights she and her girlfriends had only
dreamed and giggled about over pajamas parties, but
frightened by the unknown.

Billy cupped her buttocks and caressed them through
her panties.  Her pink, frilly panties were so smooth
and satiny.  His stiff cock jerked and a large, clear
droplet of pre-cum formed at the tip of the black
knob.  He reached around and ran his fingers along the
innocent girl's crotch, feeling her heat and desire
throbbing through the sheer cloth of her underwear. 
He pressed his fingers between her legs, seeking out
her slit and another droplet formed at the tip of his
one-eyed monster, forcing the first to begin oozing
down the underside cleft of his knob.  He kissed her
savagely as his hands slipped under the elastic of her
panties and pushed them down, and cupping her naked
buttocks he drew her slight body to him, squeezing his
throbbing cock between them, his pre-cum, hot and
sticky against her naked flesh.

She wanted him.  He had seen that in her eyes the
moment he'd stepped into the room.  Despite her fears
and anxiety, she wanted him.  Her lust having been
ignited by Cory's thoughts and his own desires that
he'd projected and which had supplemented her own,
glowed like the embers on the hearth, and Billy's
caresses and kissed now fanned those embers, causing
them to flame.  With her blouse pushed up to reveal
one breast and her skirt and panties at her ankles, he
drew her trembling body to his, her firm, aroused
nipples pressing hotly against his naked chest and his
stiff, dripping cock pressing against her ribs below
her breasts.  He reached down and ran his first two
fingers along her pussy slit and she tensed.  She was
hot and wet and from the resistance to his probing
fingers, evidently still a virgin.  This was going to
be so fucking hot.  He rubbed the lips of her pussy
with his fingers to coax out still more of her hot
cunt juice, and then rubbed the tip of his black
sausage between them, slicking up the knob.  He wanted
her to remember the pain when he took her virginity,
but he didn't want to damage that delicate flower.

In the bedroom directly below them, Cory was pumping
his ass in his first fuck, and it was all that the
porn stories Anthony had shared with him had said it
would be.  He worked his hips to and fro quickly and
excitedly, driving his little dick in and out of
Antoinette's cunt and sending piercing ripples of
pleasure through his knob and up the four-inch shaft. 
This was far better than jacking off and felt every
bit as good as fucking her son's ass had felt even if
she was not as tight.  His hot breath panted against
her soft breasts as he worked his throbbing cock in
and out her pussy, causing her to squirm and gasp with
pleasure just like the stories had described.  Already
hot on her own accord, receiving Cory's thoughts of
pleasure and awe at his first fuck through his
headband besides accented her lust.  She could not
believe this.  It was even better than having sex with
Julius, even better than their first time together. 
Her hot, moist cunt grasped onto the little reed that
was working in and out of it.  It felt so small and
yet so firm and so hot.  Her cunt juices flowed
copiously, and unstoppered by his young little cock,
they washed over it and gushed out of her cunt to
bathe his dangling balls and the insides of his
thighs.  Cory discovered that fucking a woman was a
very wet process, especially a forty-year-old woman.

Upstairs, Billy had removed Annette's skirt and
panties and had lain her on her back on her bed,
pushing aside her stuffed bunny to make room for them
and knocking her school backpack on the floor,
spilling out her books and the new pencil case her
mother had bought for her at the beginning of the
school year to mark her entry into grade nine.  She
was about to experience another entry, that of Billy's
aching, dripping, black cock.  Facing the reality, now
she reached up and tried to push his hands away in
protest as he spread her legs and knelt between them. 
Although her body was aching for it and her pussy was
hot and wet and ready, her mind broke free from the
trance she had been in and objected.  Years of
preaching and parental lectures triumphed over a few
minutes of lust as she realized she was about to lose
her virginity, and not only that, but lose it to a
black man she'd only met forty-five minutes ago.

Her resistance did not deter Billy.  In fact it made
it all the better.  That was how sex with a woman was
supposed to be.  Men were born for fucking, and women
were born to resist.  He hoped that she would fight
for a long time, and not just this time but many times
in the future.  Her resistance would make his triumph
all the more delightful.  Of course she would
eventually give in to his power, to the power of his
cock and she'd become the slut that all women are. 
Hopefully that would be many fucks from now, and for
now she was a fourteen-year-old virgin about to have
her first feel of cock, and he loved it.  Placing the
tip of his aching, black cock against her virgin
pussy, he slowly pressed forward.  She tried to push
him off her but he reached up and grasping her wrists
held her arms against the bed.  He pushed his hips
forward, wedging the tip of his cock between her
resisting pussy lips.

Annette, hot beyond his wildest expectations, tensed
and clenched her pussy lips together as she struggled
not just with him, but with her own conscience.  She
wanted it, and yet, she did not.  She knew she was
supposed to wait until she got married, but she wanted
it so badly, and marriage was a long way away. 
Thinking about doing it only a few minutes earlier as
she'd watched him floating in the water, his majestic
member sticking up out of the water so inviting and
proud, she'd wanted it so badly, and was so certain. 
Doing it with a black man was especially dirty and
disgusting, but it had been that sense of wickedness
that had made the thought of doing it all the hotter. 
Now she was getting what she wanted.

Billy's stiff, hot cock was pressing against her
hymen.  The pain was unbearable and she bit her lower
lip as he pressed on, stretching her lips apart.  She
heard him telling her not to resist him, to relax and
to open up her pussy to him.  She did not know how to
open her pussy but she wanted the pain to end so
badly.  And then she felt his long, black sausage rip
open her hymen and she screamed with the pain as his
cock pushed into her soft, wet, pussy, first the knob
and then his shaft.  He sank deeper and deeper into
her, splitting her apart.  It felt as if his stiff
cock was stuck half way up her belly and she half
expected to see it sticking out of her belly button as
she inhaled sharply and glanced down past her breasts
and her flat stomach to see the deep black rod buried
between her legs.

Cory was humping Antoinette madly now as he felt the
familiar pressure developing in his loins.  He was
doing it!  He was fucking!  He was doing what every
guy his age dreamed about doing. And when he came
instead of shooting his stuff into a handful of
Kleenex or into another guy's ass or mouth, he would
be shooting his stuff up a woman's cunt.  He was now
officially a man.  Or at least he would be in another
minute when he shot off his load.  He grunted and
gasped as he humped his very first woman, Goosey
Gilles's wife, and he smiled as he thought what the
man would think if he could see the two of them.  He
was fucking the man's wife, in their fucking bed, in
the bed where he did her.  Tonight he'd sleep right
where they were that very moment.  That was so fucking
wicked.

Sensing the boy's approaching climax, Antoinette
worked her cunt muscles in time with him, enjoying his
youthful enthusiasm and unpolished approach.  He'd
soon be shooting his stuff into her.  Julius used a
condom ever since their youngest had been born seven
years ago.  It would be nice to feel a man's hot seed
spurting into her again.  Well, a boy's.  She closed
her eyes and squeezed her cunt muscles together,
grasping onto the thin reed pumping in and out of her,
he cunt so slimy and juicy the boy was having
difficulty keeping his little cock inside.

Billy was having no such problem as he pumped his
seven-inches of throbbing meat in and out of the
woman's daughter.  She was so delightfully tight!  Oh,
after that initial pain of entry she'd relaxed her
cunt muscles, but even relaxed the virgin hole
squeezed about his cock tightly as a woman's cunt
should.  He banged the naive fourteen-year-old girl
savagely in his lust, thrusting forward and driving
his aching, throbbing cock deep up her cunt, and then
withdrawing it until he almost pulled it out of her
slimy, throbbing pussy.  Her bed creaked as he thrust
her against it roughly, and she gasped and groaned
with the pleasure and the pain of her first fuck.  He
could tell in her eyes she was still resisting in her
mind, but her body had no such choice.  Massaged by
his hot, hard cock, her cunt responded as all cunts
did, and as her hot, slimy cunt juice bathed his cock
he could feel her pussy throbbing with pleasure.

Annette trembled as his long, black cock sank into her
and withdrew repeatedly, as it brushed against her
clit and sent spasms of a totally new and frightening
feeling through her throbbing labia and up her vagina.
 Mortified that she'd succumbed to temptation and had
given this stranger the one thing she was supposed to
save for the right man, her virginity, she at the same
time trembled with the most powerful and frightening
pleasure she'd ever know, and ever would. Her cunt was
burning and she could feel her cunt juices dripping
down the inside of her thigh and tremor after tremor
of pleasure pulsated between her legs.

Her breathing grew deeper and more laboured, matching
his, and she groaned and gasped with the pleasure
pulsating through her cunt.  Billy sensed her change,
and smiling with the triumph, he lunged forward and
drew back like a mad man, fucking the shit out of her.
 And then he was exploding, filling her with his seed,
with his black seed, filling her with the slime from
his swollen black balls.  She trembled with the
realization of what was happening and then arched her
back and whimpered as she reached her orgasm, the
first orgasm of her life, and she grasped him and
bucked wildly, mad with lust.

Below them Antoinette was thrusting her hips forward
and drawing back as she felt herself approaching her
orgasm, banging her body against the slender, naked
body of the boy between her legs.  She wrapped her
arms about him and squeezed him so tight he could
barely breathe, and then with a cry of ecstasy she
trembled uncontrollably as she reached her climax,
something she often did not achieve with Julius.  Her
pussy throbbed with a pulse of its own and shards of
pleasure ripped through it and she sighed with the
acute pleasure as she trembled over and over with her
orgasm.  And then Cory was trembling too, his
ninety-three-pound body quivering in the arms of a
woman sixty pounds heavier and three times older than
he as he shot his thin, watery boy seed up her
throbbing pussy, his hairless balls drawn up tight
under his pulsating cocklet.

The four of them finally separated and lay back,
gasping and quivering with their delight, eyes half
closed, genitals dripping wet, hearts pumping.  They
lay there in numb ecstasy, enjoying the bliss of their
climax and the knowledge their partner had gotten off
too.  Cory absent mindedly caressed Antoinette's
breasts and kissed her on the lips. She caressed the
thirteen-year-old's naked buttocks and returned the
kisses.  They embraced and Cory snuggled in her arms,
his dicklet snug in the hot, slimy fold of her cunt. 
He slowly rocked and his cock quickly began to swell,
and feeling it growing in the valley of her cunt,
Antoinette gyrated her hips, excited that he was
growing aroused again and so quickly.

Billy had meanwhile taken Annette's hand and had
wrapped her fingers about his sticky, limp sausage and
had wrapped his fingers about hers.  The feel of her
hot little hand about his meat caused it to begin
swelling again, and the look of wonder and innocence
on her face as she felt it swelling in her hand sent
an ache through his loins and caused his cock to swell
even faster.  He reached between her legs with his
other hand and stroked her wet, sticky pussy, sticky
with her cunt slime and the copious load of spooge
oozing back out of her now abused and still gaping
pussy.  He rubbed her clit, causing her to lurch and
ache for the pleasure his cock had so recently brought
her.  Eager to bring her the pleasure again, he once
more rolled her over on her back and mounted her.  She
quivered as he sank his long, black cock up her vagina
once again, and as he began to fuck her once more she
trembled and whimpered with delight and with the sweet
pain of having her recently abused and stretched pussy
lips being rubbed even rawer.  She worked her cunt
muscles as he fucked her, working up another flow of
sticky cunt juice to ease the friction of his long
black cock rubbing in and out of her no longer virgin
cunt.  It took longer this second time, and by the
time he was ready to come she was quivering and
gasping with her own orgasm once more.  Billy shot his
load into her with equal delight, the black hustler's
only regret being that he hadn't caught the taking of
her virginity on tape.

And as daughter was gasping and trembling with her
second orgasm as her cunt was filled with ball juice a
second time, so mother was heaving and panting with
her second orgasm also as her hot, throbbing cunt was
filled once again with boy juice.  Cory thrust his
little cocklet up her hot, slimy cunt as he felt his
seed throbbing out of his thin cock and he closed his
eyes, delighting as much in the pleasure of his
ejaculation as in the knowledge that at the age of
thirteen he could make a grown woman and mother of
five groan and whimper like a horny slut just like
Anthony's porn described.

Cory debated staying there in her arms until Julius
arrived, but decided that might be pushing his luck
too far.  As he headed for the pool to get his
clothes, he met Billy coming down the stairs.  The two
grinned at each other and high-fived, their cocks now
limp and sticky and dangling between their legs. 
Putting on their clothes, they heard a car pull into
the driveway.  Julius and his sons.  Making a
desperate leap, Billy managed to grasp the top of the
privacy fence about the back yard and to pull himself
up.  As he turned to reach down to give Cory a hand
up, he saw the boy disappear back into the house. 
Dropping down the other side as Julius and his sons
entered the back yard, he made his way through the
neighbour's yard and to his car.  Wondering what he
should do and how Cory was going to get out, he
watched the house anxiously.  After what seemed like
hours, the front door flew open and Cory dashed down
the front walk and leaped into the Corvette and Billy
gunned the engine.

"Dude, that was fucking hot," Billy said with a wide
grin as they spun around the corner at the end of the
block.

"Yeah, real sweet," agreed Cory, the disc from the
Gilles's cam recorder which he'd set up in their
master bedroom after school while Julius was at school
marking papers and Antoinette had gone to pick up her
sons and daughters, and the school's cam recorder
which he'd set up in Annette's room, tucked safely
inside his shirt. 

*********

Thanks to Billy for the character of Billy Dean and
the plot of this chapter.  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 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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