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From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca>
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Subject: {ASSM} "Teacher Part Sixteen" (mc, nc, F/m, f, anal, masturbation, shaving)
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Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2005 05:10:02 -0400
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TEACHER - PART SIXTEEN

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

"We'll just have to pull Cory out of school," Marian
Wilson observed.

Cory's ears perked up.  Pull him out of school?  Now
that was the type of thing every thirteen-year-old boy
wanted to hear!  Well, unless they were a sweet
teacher's pet like Dominic Halder, or a total geek and
egghead like Wilbur Thornton.  Normally he didn't pay
much attention to his parent's inane conversation at
the supper table, his mind being on something else,
something important, like Antoinette Gilles's cunt for
example, and his parents usually talking about some
boring adult crap, like the health of his mother's
aunt or his father's job.

"I'd hate to do that," his mother continued, "but I
don't see that we have any other choice, unless I
cancel my plans to go to Aunt Edna's."

"It would be a shame to do that," his father observed.
 "You already have the flight booked and she's
expecting you, and I know how much you want to go."

"I do, but having Cory come with me might be too much
for Aunt Edna."

Go with her?  Too much for Aunt Edna?  How about too
much for him?  How did the conversation switch from
the happy thought of not going to school to the morbid
thought of spending time with his mother's crabby old
aunt?  She might be his mother's favourite aunt, but
she had to be like a hundred years old, and did
nothing but complain about her health and bitch about
how spoiled the younger generation was and ask you to
repeat things a hundred times.  Sure, he could
understand his mother wanting to go give her a hand,
the old biddy having fallen and broken her hip and
having a hard time getting around and it being her
favourite aunt and all.  She and his father had talked
about it and it was all planned.  She'd go spend a
week or two with her and he and his father would
batch.  It would be fun actually, just the two of
them.  He liked being with his dad, and of course with
his dad's work and all, there'd be times when he'd be
home alone, to do things.  Then just when it seemed
everything couldn't be better, there had to be some
sort of infestation in the Humboldt Redwoods and his
father had to go up state to check it out.   

"I'd take him with me, but I'd be camping out in the
bush most of the time, and the job could take two
weeks, maybe more, and we wouldn't have much time
together."

Spending two weeks in the middle of a forest with a
bunch of squirrels and who knew what lurking in the
bushes wasn't exactly his idea of fun either.  "I
could stay here."

"Alone?" his parents said together.

"Sure.  I'm thirteen.  And I know how to use a can
opener."

 "I don't think so."

"Sure I do.  You just take-."

"I meant stay home alone smarty pants," his mother
said, making a face at him.

"Hey, it'd be no problem.  I've seen `Home Alone One
and Two'.  I think my marbles are still in the back of
my closet, and I can rig up some paint cans incase
anyone plans on robbing the place," he said, referring
to the scenes in the two movies.  They'd actually been
not bad movies even if the first had been made before
he was even born and the second the year after.

"Good try, but no."

"I could stay with Terry's parents.  Or Anthony's."

"I understand Terry's parents have been having enough
trouble handling one teenage boy."

"Terry's ungrounded now.  Besides, it was just a
little thing."

"Two weeks is a long time to ask anyone to take you
in."

"Anthony's parents wouldn't mind.  I'm sure.  We have
sleep overs all the time."  Actually, staying with
Anthony for two weeks would be like having a sleep
over every night.  It would be awesome.

"I don't think so," his mother responded, knowing all
too well the mischief the two boys could get into. 

"But you don't want me missing any school."

"You want to be going to school?" his parents asked in
mock surprise.

"Sure.  Of course," Cory replied, putting on his most
angelic face.  He could tell he wasn't fooling either
one of them.  "I know.  I could stay with Goosey
Gilles."

"Goosey Gilles?" asked his father.

"Mister Gilles I mean.  My phys ed and health and
Computer8 teacher."

"I know who you mean.  I thought you and your friends
hated him."

"We do, but, ah, well, maybe if I spent a couple weeks
with him I'd, ah, get to know him better, and, ah,
maybe get to like him."  His mother and father gave
each other a curious look and then looked back at him.
 He wasn't fooling them there either.  "He said if any
of us ever had to be alone at night we could spend the
night at his place."

"He did?"

"Yeah, on account of you know, not wanting kids to be
home alone and stuff."  His parents' eyebrows rose. 
"Really.  He worries about stuff like that.  I'll go
ask him right now."

"I think maybe we-," began his father, but Cory was
already heading out the door.

It was almost ten to six, time for him and Billy Dean
to head over to the Gilles's for their daily fuck
anyway.  Billy was waiting at the end of the street as
usual.  For the past two weeks the two of them had
been making regular calls to the Gilles's residence,
and it was not to use the pool.

"Howzzit goin' my homey?" asked Billy, greeting the
thirteen-year-old with a high five as he hopped into
his Corvette convertible.

"Cool.  The rents are having a bit of an issue, but
it'll work out," Cory replied.  "I see you're bringing
your cameras again."

"Yeah, Annette's agreed to another photo shoot."

"Guess she'd rather pose for dirty pictures than fuck
with you," Cory observed with a grin.

"Oh, we get a fuck in besides, don' you fret `bout
that homeboy," Billy said with a wide grin.

Over the past two weeks the two had developed a close
friendship based on some common interests, sex
basically, and on the need for each other.  Billy
needed Cory to continue his access to the Gilles's
household, and Annette in particular.  If it wasn't
for the mother having the hots for Cory, she'd never
let him in the house.  Hell, the way she felt about
blacks she wouldn't let him within a hundred miles of
the place.  When he was with Cory on the other hand,
it was as if she didn't even know he was present as
she flashed Cory that love struck schoolgirl smile and
the two of them headed off for the bedroom.  As for
Annette, she ran hot and cold, like most bitches.  She
spread her legs for him because she loved getting it,
like all bitches unless they were lesbians, but deep
down inside she hated him, because he was black,
because all bitches have penis envy, probably for a
dozen other reasons he didn't even know about, so if
it wasn't for the relationship between her mother and
Cory there'd be no relationship between them.

As for Cory, he needed Billy too.  Having him fucking
Gilles's daughter was sweet, because his daughter was
supposed to be all so perfect and pure and everything,
and even more so knowing how prejudiced Goosey was
about any race that wasn't white, and having Billy
taking pictures of her and selling them was not only
further revenge but profitable too.  After their first
visit to the Gilles's, he'd shown Billy the recording
of him and Annette and gave him a copy, with the
agreement that they'd split whatever money he got from
selling copies of it and from any future pictures he
made of the Gilles family.  Cory knew having the video
was priceless to Billy, and in gratitude he wouldn't
welsh on their deal.  Besides, he still had the
original, and if Billy did screw him, well, it was
illegal for a twenty-four-year-old man to have sex
with a fourteen-year-old girl and it wouldn't be his
fault if the video somehow got in the hands of the
police.  So, it wasn't a matter of who was using whom,
but rather that they were using each other. 

Antoinette looked out of the livingroom window with a
jumble of emotions as she watched for the red Corvette
convertible.  Never knowing from day to day if Cory
would show up or not, she was a bundle of nerves every
evening worrying that he might not show, that
something had detained him or something had happened
to him, or that he'd lost interest in her, worrying
that Julius might decide not to go jogging with
Francois and Anton as had become his latest habit and
would be there when Cory showed up, worrying Julian or
her youngest daughter, Juliette, might decide to stay
home and ruin her day.  A day without Cory would ruin
her day, and it had happened.

He was irresponsible that way, but then he was only
thirteen, and it wasn't as if he was obligated to
come, or to even tell her if he was coming.  It was
that youthful, carefree abandon that made him so
special, especially in contrast to Julius who had
every minute of his day planned out and every day of
the week for that matter, and who blew his top if
anything changed.  Routine, predictable and dull. 
That was her husband.  Cory was a breath of fresh wind
after a day of stale air.  He was unpredictable, he
was exciting, he was so full of energy, and he made
her feel young and daring too.  Doing what they were
doing was daring.  A forty-year-old woman having sex
with a thirteen-year-old boy!  She knew it was
illegal, and immoral, and that it could ruin her
marriage, and if his parents found out she'd be thrown
in jail, but she didn't care.  An hour of sex with
Cory was worth the risk.

That didn't mean that what they were doing didn't
bother her.  The hour he was with her was like being
in heaven, no cares or worries and filled with
pleasure.  It was as if she was thirteen again
herself.  But then he left and Julius came home,
stinking like a wet dog and all sweaty and in a foul
mood, as were Anton and Francois who usually went
directly to the bathroom to shower and then shut
themselves up in their rooms, and she was back to
reality and her own stress and anxiety.  What sort of
mother and wife was she to be having sex with a
thirteen-year-old boy?  He was little more than a
child.  How could she risk her marriage and her
reputation, her very freedom, for an hour's roll in
bed?  And how could she let his friend, that black
nigger, be with her daughter?  Oh, she knew what they
were doing while she and Cory were downstairs.  Mind
you, she had little room to talk considering what she
and Cory were doing.  Still, a black man?  She'd
talked to Cory about it, begged him not to bring him,
but then he'd get angry and threaten not to come back
anymore if Billy wasn't welcome, and she'd end up
asking him to forgive her.

The arrival of the Corvette brightened up her spirits.
 Greeting him at the door, she gave him a big hug and
they kissed, not a mother-son kiss, but a hot,
passionate lover's kiss on the lips.  She'd at first
been embarrassed when he did that in front of the
black man, but she felt so loved and so aroused by
that simple kiss that now after two weeks it was as if
he wasn't there.  Actually, she'd gotten to totally
ignoring him, hoping by doing so he really didn't
exist, but she saw the arrogant smirk as he glanced at
the two of them on his way up the stairs and for a
moment her anger flared.  Pouring Cory a large glass
of cold milk, she lead the way into the bedroom where
she already had a platter of chocolate chip cookies
waiting, not the store boughten kind but made herself.
 He stuffed one in his mouth and took a gulp of milk
as he sat on the bed and turning on his walkman, he
watched her as she began to strip to the vulgar song. 
He loved watching her strip, and one day had even made
a video of her with their cam recorder.  Actually, she
enjoyed doing it, except for the foul music.  It made
her feel young again and for ten minutes she was a
sexy young girl again with a slim, attractive body,
not a forty-year-old woman with a few too many pounds
and wrinkles that makeup could no longer hide.  Easing
down her panties, she shook her hips, causing her
belly to roll and her backside to flap.  She'd told
him she'd gone on a diet to lose some weight for him
but he'd told her get off it, that he liked that she
was fat because there was more for him to love.  He'd
said fat, and actually he'd said there was more for
him to fuck.  His blunt honesty and vulgarity reminded
her of when she was fourteen and had spied on her
cousins and listened to them swearing.  All boys are
blunt, and all boys swear. That was part of his charm.
 She hadn't always thought that way about boys, and
certainly had not allowed her boys to swear, but
things had changed over these past two weeks.

"Lay down on your stomach," Cory ordered, his words
muffled having stuffed another cookie in his mouth. 
He took a long swig of the cold milk, washing it down,
and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"My stomach?" she asked with a smile as she sat on the
bed, puffing slightly from her strip tease.

"Yeah, I want to fuck your ass."

"Oh," she said in surprise and disappointment, "I
don't think-."

"Think?" asked Cory, raising his right eyebrow and
giving her a cold look.

"I don't-."

"Don't?" he asked even louder and giving her an even
colder look.

"I've never done it that way."

"Never?  Goosey's never given it to you up your ass?"

His foul language gave her goose bumps.  She was not
accustomed to hearing curse words, and certainly not
from children, but it was that very language that made
it exciting being with him and that made her feel
young.  "No.  Never."  He'd told her that was what he
and the other students called Julius, and she'd found
it humorous, and yes, daring.  It was like two school
kids sharing a secret.  He didn't usually mention
Julius, for which she was grateful.  It was difficult
being reminded you had a husband when you were having
sex.  "It's dirty and, well, I'd rather we have, that
we fuck like we usually do."  She was going to say it
was also demeaning for a man to take a woman that way,
but she decided not to.  She didn't want to offend
him, and he was only thirteen.  He wouldn't
understand.  She was also going to say "have
intercourse" but he'd told her on the second day
they'd had sex that the word made her sound old, and
that she should say fuck.  He was right, it did make
her sound younger.  It still gave her goose bumps just
the same.

"Being dirty is all the more reason to do it," Cory
said, giving her that dirty leer that sent a quiver
between her legs.  It was funny how sex was dirty when
you were a child, but became clean and acceptable once
you were an adult and married.  It was much more fun
being dirty she'd found.  As they'd been talking, Cory
had been undressing, and he now he laid back and
raised his hips and pushed down his underwear.  He was
erect, which she knew was not unusual for a boy his
age, but she hoped her dancing had been at least
partly responsible.  As she looked down at his
slender, four-inch penis and then up into his eyes,
lust welled up from deep inside her, a lust like she'd
never felt with Julius.  Taking it up the ass was
dirty, but what they were doing was dirty as it was. 
Sex was dirty.  That was what made it so pleasurable
and so desirable.  The thoughts came at her rapidly,
one after another, along with the overwhelming sense
of guilt and sinfulness and filthiness, all the
feelings she'd felt as a curious young girl.  If doing
it with a thirteen-year-old boy was taboo, then having
him take her from behind had to be even more so, and
would be even hotter and more pleasurable because of
it.  It would be damn fucking hot.  Her heart was
pumping with the thoughts, with the vulgar thoughts of
a thirteen-year-old boy, not the thoughts of a wife
and mother of five.  That was why sex with him was so
wicked, wicked in both senses of the word.  That was
why she desired him so badly.  "Don't worry dumpling,
there's enough juice in these to give your cunt a good
fucking today besides," he said, cupping his dangling
balls in his hands and bouncing them.  As she rolled
over on her stomach, her loins on fire, Cory smiled.

Billy was doing his own coercing upstairs, but not
having the advantage of Cory's headband to implant his
thoughts and transmit his emotions, he was having a
much more difficult time.  "Baby, it's not a big deal.
 It's just a little hair.  It will grow back."

It was just a little hair, a little patch of
reddish-brown hair, and it would grow back, or so she
hoped, but it was a big deal.  It was her badge of
womanhood, her proof that she was no longer a little
girl.  She remembered her pride at the first signs of
it on her pubes, and how she'd stuck out her groin and
walked around in the shower, hoping one of the girls
would notice.  She was the first in her class to get
hair down there.  She was also the first to begin
developing breasts.  She was an early bloomer, like
her mother, so her mother had told her.  Of course
having hair down there was no longer needed to tell
that she was a woman.  Her pert young breasts were
proof of that.  And she was having sex, with a man
besides, not just some teenage boy.  That was a true
sign she was a woman.

So why didn't that make her happy?  She and her
girlfriends had spent hours talking about boys at
their pajamas parties, until the parents at whoever's
house they were at told them for the tenth time to
stop talking and go to sleep.  They'd imagined who
they'd like to see naked, who they'd like to "do it"
with, who they'd like to marry.  They'd even sworn a
pact to tell the others about their first kiss, their
first date, and yes, the first time they actually did
it, though they all swore they'd never go that far,
well, unless the boy was very special.  She wasn't the
first to kiss, or date, her father saying that was
definitely out until she was sixteen, but she was
pretty certain she was the first to have done it. 
Unlike Chrissie who had kissed Kenny at Christmas last
year, and unlike Cindy whose parents didn't live in
the dark ages and had let her begin dating this last
September, she hadn't grabbed a phone two weeks ago
and phoned everyone about losing her virginity.

In fact she had cried all that night, and all the next
day, right up to when Billy and Cory showed up once
again.  It had been hot at the moment, very hot,
though even then she'd had moments of regret while
they were in the middle of doing it, but after they'd
gone she'd never felt so miserable in her life.  She
never had felt so used, so degraded, and so filthy. 
She'd showered for an hour, after her dumb brothers
had gotten out of the shower, but still she could feel
his slime on her body, running down her legs, and she
could smell the stink of him on her skin, the stink of
a black man, and it was impossible for her to wash out
what he'd deposited deep in her body.  And, along with
the filthiness and shame were the guilt and the
remorse over having done something she could never
undo, and the fear, the fear of what her father would
do if he found out, and the fear of catching
something.  But then they'd shown up a second time and
the moment she laid eyes on him she felt the same rush
of arousal, the same aching need to feel him inside
her. By the time they'd gone up the stairs and they'd
stripped the feeling had gone, as suddenly as it had
appeared, but by then it was too late.

"You want me to do it?"

"No!"  She looked up at him pleadingly but she could
tell he did not care.

"Do it, and I'll give you a reward," he said with a
leer, "a nice, big reward."  He cupped his crotch and
flashed her that smile that made her feel like dirt.

"If I do what you ask, will you promise we won't do it
today?"

He snorted.  "Yeah, sure."

She waited while he set up the video camera and the
lights and checked his digital camera, and then on his
signal she walked over to her bed and sat down.  She
slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, and
pushed down her skirt and stepped out of it, ignoring
the mounted camera and Billy snapping pictures of her
at different angles.  She hesitated, debating if she
should make one last plea, but she had nothing to
offer, and besides, once the tape was rolling, Billy
got angry if he had to stop and reshoot.  She
reluctantly pushed down her panties and stepped out of
them and then looked down at her soft, curly bush,
looking at it longingly and with a touch of sadness. 
He had better be right that it would grow again.

Taking the can of shaving lather, she shook it and
sprayed it between her legs as he'd told her he wanted
her to do.  She had no knowledge about shaving cream
and it blasted out suddenly and sprayed not just her
pubes but her thighs and vulva and half her stomach. 
Picking up the safety raiser, she dragged it carefully
over her belly like she'd done on the balloons Billy
had lathered up for her to practice on.  Two had
popped before she got the hang of it.  The raiser
slipped along her smooth skin easily, gathering up the
excess lather.  Following Billy's instructions, she
swished the raiser off in the basin of water they'd
gotten from the upstairs bathroom and then ran the
raiser up along her thighs.  Pressing her trembling
lips together and fighting back her tears, she looked
up at Billy peering at her through the lense.

"Go ahead, cry.  Let it out.  But keep on shaving."

She fought back the tears, trying not to cry because
he'd said it was okay to do so, but she could not hold
them back. The first overflowed her lower eyelid and
trickled down her cheek.  Another quickly followed,
and as her lip quivered, the dam burst and her tears
flowed.  She ran the raiser along her belly, feeling
it catch as it caught the first of her hairs.  She
wiped the tears from her eyes so she could see what
she was doing, so she wouldn't cut herself, leaving
shaving cream on her cheeks. She continued to drag the
raiser along the lower triangle of her flat stomach,
catching more hairs.  She looked at them forlornly as
she swished the raiser in the basin and they floated
to the top.  They would notice when she changed for
gym class tomorrow.  What could she tell them?  That
she had an operation?  They'd never believe that. 
That she'd done it for a lark?  To be daring?  Yes. 
That would impress them.  The corner of her lip curled
ever so slightly.

"Great.  I'm glad you got over the crying jag," Billy
said, "now let's have a big smile and look happy." 
Actually, when he'd seen her tears he'd decided to
have two series, one in which he would dub
instructions and show her reluctance and tears, a
little teenybopper being forced to shear her precious
locks, her soft baby cheeks streaked with tears and
spotted with shaving cream and a weak little whimper
of a smile, and then a second video cutting out any
evidence of sadness and instead showing a sexy
teenybopper deciding to shave her pussy to the
background music of some teenybopper band, maybe the
Hansons or the Backstreet Boys.  He zoomed in on her
face, showing her tears, and then wiping them away,
showing her concentration.  He zoomed in on her
crotch, showing her pubes slowing being revealed from
under the thick shaving foam, and then on the bowl,
showing her curly reddish-brown hairs floating in the
bowl. Ever so slowly she got down to her pussy and
ever so gingerly she shaved up her to lips.  Having
her wipe herself clean with a cloth, a pink facecloth
with little embroidered flowers he'd specially
selected, he had her shave off the few remaining
strands as he zoomed in on them and on her naked
pussy, and then he had her pose and model before the
mirror, admiring her new, denuded body.

"Beautiful. Totally awesome, babe.  Now put these on."
 He tossed her a blouse and dress he'd brought, still
in their plastic bags.  A frilly dress and blouse,
with lace and flowers, the type of dress a mother
would pick out for a girl her kid sister's age to wear
to a special party.  "Go ahead."  She put them on,
feeling silly.  Billy smiled. She looked far from
silly.  With those full cheeks and fresh, rosy blush,
she looked like she could be seven.  "Now let's go to
your sister's room."

"What?"

"You get shaving cream in your ears?  You heard me,"
he said roughly.  Getting up and following him, she
sat down on her sister's bed.  Putting a few of her
sister's stuffed animals and her Raggedy Ann doll
beside her and handing her one of the picture books
from her sister's bookcase, Billy set up the cameras
once more.  "Okay, now I want you to put the book
down, pull up your dress and pull down your panties,
and finger fuck yourself."  As she looked up at him,
he smiled.  He'd never planned on fucking her this
day.    

Cory on the other hand had come with every intention
of fucking her mother.  He'd been thinking about
fucking her up the ass for several days, and had
decided this was the day for it.  As he crawled on top
of her, he felt like that sailor, Ahab or whoever from
Moby Dick.  She wasn't that big, but then nor was he,
and she did have a nice fat, white ass, each cheek the
size of one of his pillows on his bed.  He was about
to poke her when they heard a bang upstairs and she
jumped, almost bucking him off.

"That's okay, it's just a balloon," he advised,
stroking her fat cheeks and snuggling back into
position.  "Billy brought some balloons.  I think
they're celebrating their two-week anniversary."

Antoinette had a pretty good idea what anniversary
they were celebrating, and she didn't want to think
about it.  As she felt Cory's stiff, red-hot poker
poking her backside, she concentrated on it instead. 
At least it was a pleasant thought in a way. 
Actually, it was a dirty thought.  What he was about
to do was a filthy, perverted act.  A boy should not
be sticking his penis in a woman back there. 
Actually, that made it erotic in a perverted way. 
This was truly sex solely for the pleasure of sex.  It
was certainly not something Goosey would do, which
made it all the better.  That was a strange thought to
have, but before she had time to think about it she
felt him pressing forward and his stiff, slender penis
stretching open her rectum.  She inhaled sharply as he
penetrated her, not because of the pain as he was much
too slender and much too short for that, but because
of the strangeness of having a penis inserted up
there.  Cory sank it up her rectum until his little
patch of curly hair was pressing against her backside,
which for the thirteen-year-old boy was not all that
great a distance, and then he withdrew it.  It did
feel pleasant in a perverse way.  As he sank it back
in, her anus burned with the friction and a quiver
passed up her rectum.  Yes, it did feel good.

Cory of course had fucked her son Anton this way and
he was surprised how different it felt fucking his
mother.  Of course she was a lot fatter and more
cushiony than Anton's body, but that wasn't it.  Her
ass was just as tight and just as hot as his had been.
 The difference was that she was a woman.  That was
the difference.  A guy only had one hole to use.  With
a woman a guy had a choice, and this was not normally
the first choice for a man and woman.  What was the
same was the way it made his cock throb and the tip of
his cock tingle.  He concentrated on that pleasure as
he rode her, and of course transmitted that pleasure
to her.  He'd been using the headband now for a month
and a half and he'd been reading his
great-grandfather's diary every night so he was
getting quite proficient.  He knew how to project his
ideas and how to focus on a single person or broadcast
to several, and he knew how to do the same with his
feelings and emotions.  It was all a matter of
matching his ideas with ideas the other person would
have, or their desires, and like his great-grandfather
had written, the better you know the other person the
easier it is because you have a better understanding
of the other person's thoughts and desires.  Actually,
he thought with a smile, he was discovering his
great-grandfather was quite a rogue himself.

Antoinette quivered, responding to the friction of his
stiff little dicklet, and to his thoughts of pleasure,
opening and closing her sphincter in time with his
fucking just like she did her with her cunt.  Her ass
was just as hot but a lot drier.  Mind you it wouldn't
be so dry in a minute or two.  Antoinette quivered
with the thought, not sure it would be all that
pleasant having him shoot his stuff up there.  She
inhaled deeply and tried to focus.  That was difficult
with him humping her ass and with the burning pleasure
about her sphincter.  What was confusing was why had
she thought of his great-grandfather?

Annette was concentrating too as she slowly eased her
middle finger up her recently shaved pussy, and as she
did so she could not help thinking of the sensation of
having Billy's long, hard penis penetrating her. 
Billy had accompanied Cory nine times and they'd done
it every time except for one other time besides today,
and on five of those days they'd done it twice.  That
means they'd done it twelve times in the past two
weeks.  She remembered each and every time, the pain
of his entry, the pleasure of having him working his
hot, hard organ in and out of her, the pleasure of the
four orgasms she'd had in the twelve times, and the
guilt and regret and shame for the twenty-three hours
afterward until he arrived again.  At least he didn't
have his filthy organ in her this time.  At least what
she was doing this time she knew other girls her age
did, perhaps not in front of a man, and not in front
of cameras, but they did it.  At one time it had been
considered a sin and dirty and something only someone
who was sick-minded did.  Many still felt that way. 
Her parents she knew did.  But many said now it was
okay.  It was normal.  Some psychiatrists and some
doctors even said it was beneficial.  Of course none
of her girlfriends did it.  They knew of somebody who
knew somebody who'd done it, but they didn't know
anybody themselves.  Well, now they did, but she'd
never tell them.

Billy smiled.  This was going to be totally wicked. 
Her baby-like face, sweet and innocent, and looking so
pensive and solemn was perfect.  It was just how
someone finger fucking themselves for the first time
should look.  Of course as she got into it that would
change, which would be perfect too.  The discovery of
the pleasure of that secret and forbidden act.  The
video should be mandatory viewing in every girl's
school in the country.  The little girl clothes and
doing it in her kid sister's room was a nice touch. 
He made sure he got a picture of the stuffed animals
and little girl trinkets on the shelves, including the
family picture, and of course of her sister's grade
two books on her desk.  With her clothes, and her
shaved pussy she could pass for seven.  This was going
to make a lot of money for him and Cory.  

Sticking her finger in her cunt as far as she could,
she slowly eased it back out.  The pleasure was not
the same as when Billy used his thing, but it was
similar, and it was totally herself doing it.  She
slowly eased it back in, concentrating on the strange
sensation. She was beginning to get wet, and as she
worked her finger in and out, it slipped between her
lips much more smoothly.  If she angled her hand in a
certain way, as she slipped her finger in she rubbed
against her clit.  Of course she had no idea that was
what it was called.  She just knew there was a spot
that if it was rubbed it grew hard and it sent tingles
of pleasure through her vulva and up her vagina.  That
was the spot Billy's dick had rubbed the very first
time they'd done it, and the first time she'd had an
orgasm.  She concentrated on that spot and that
pleasure, blocking out Billy and the cam recorder and
the flashes of the digital camera.  She concentrated
on the throbbing of her labia and the warm, pulsation
of her vagina.  She tightened her muscles about her
finger as she eased it in and out.  It was slippery
now, slippery with her juices.  She was not aware of
it but her breathing was growing heavier.  Billy
smiled as he zoomed in on her slick, dribbling pussy
and up to her face.  He was right.  She was digging
it.

Cory was breathing heavier also as he rammed his body
against Antoinette, driving his aching, itchy cock in
and out of her asshole as the tension in his loins
built and his cock seemed to go numb.  With each lunge
and withdraw the pressure increased until suddenly he
felt a twang deep in his groin and his young, thin
semen spurted out of his burning little reed and up
Antoinette's rectum.  He quivered with the pleasure
and he grasped her tits tightly as his little balls
drew up tight under his spurting stem.  He was filling
her fucking ass with his stuff!  He was filling Goosey
Gilles's wife with his fucking juice!  It was fucking
wicked!

He lay on top of her for a long time, his stiff
cocklet still up her hot, moist hole, all the moister
now with his jizz shot up it.  He lay there until his
breathing returned to normal and he finally eased it
out and rolled off her, and as she rolled over he
snuggled up to her and rested his head on her heaving
breasts.  His hand absentmindedly slipped down over
her round stomach and through her damp hairs to find
her slit.  He rubbed it with his fingers, running his
pointer finger along the slit and causing it to part. 
The bitch had just been fucked up the ass and was
eager for more, he thought, just like Billy said they
were.  Well, that was all right.  He had plenty more
to give, and that was what the bitches were for.  He
slowly slipped his finger in between her labia and up
her hot, wet vagina and he felt her cunt muscles grip
it, the two of them totally unaware that at that very
moment her daughter was doing the same thing to
herself.  He slowly drew his finger out and then
slowly eased it in again and she quivered and moaned
with the pleasure and her cunt began to fill with
juice.  Cory's little cocklet began to rise up again. 
He'd shot off only ten minutes ago, but he was young,
and his balls far from empty.  He slowly began to pull
apart her legs.  This was his eleventh time with her,
and on each of those previous ten days he'd done her
twice each day with the exception of two days.  This
would be his nineteenth fuck.

"We should wipe it off before you insert it,"
Antoinette said, her voice husky with arousal.

"Why bother?  It's just going to get all wet and
sticky again," Cory replied as he knelt between her
legs.

"But-."

She was too late as his stiff cock slipped between her
labia and into her cunt.  She was slick and dribbling
cunt juice in her arousal, and his cock was slippery
with his cum and her ass slime.  He slipped in easily.
 He trembled with the delight of having his stiff
little reed surrounded by hot, pulsating, wet flesh,
and he began to gyrate his hips once more, working his
cock this time in and out of her pussy instead of her
ass.  So what if his cock was slimy and shit-streaked
from having just been up her ass?  Fucking was
supposed to be dirty and wet and hot.  Mothers were
much too fussy about cleanliness.  As Antoinette
trembled with the pleasure of having her pussy fucked
and the perversity of having her pussy fucked by the
little pecker of a thirteen-year-old boy, the vulgar
thought crossed her mind, its filthiness both
revolting her and perversely arousing her.  Of course
she had no way of knowing her thought was his as she
felt his little organ working in and out of her.

In the bedroom above, her daughter was rapidly working
her finger in and out of her hot, throbbing pussy, her
cunt juice dribbling out of her swollen lips and
puddling on her kid sister's comforter.  Her chest
rose and fell as she felt that strange, still new
tension developing in her loins, that tension that was
so frightening and so pleasurable.  She tightened her
labia about her finger as she worked it in and out and
she closed her eyes as she drew closer and closer to
that point she'd only reached four times before.  With
a whimper and a gasp, she arched her body and quivered
uncontrollably as she reached her fifth orgasm, and
the first by her own hand, as her aching, smoothly
shaved pussy pulsated hotly and gripped her rapidly
thrusting finger slick with her cunt juice.

And in the bedroom below, her mother felt Cory's
slender reed begin to throb up her vagina.  The
thirteen-year-old was filling her pulsating, aching
cunt with his hot, thin juice, filling her cunt as
he'd ten minutes ago filled her ass.  She grasped his
slim, athletic body tightly and trembled as she
reached her own orgasm, and she thrust her hips up and
sank back as her hot pussy, dripping with thick, slimy
cunt juice, throbbed repeatedly and her legs convulsed
uncontrollably.  This was her hottest orgasm yet.

*********

Hope you liked 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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