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Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2005 06:10:01 -0500
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TEACHER - PART TWENTY-THREE

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

"He tried to touch my butt!" complained Molly, looking
over at Ben accusingly.  As usual her boyfriend Nick
had been waiting in the hallway for her to get out of
class.  Molly was forever complaining about Ben
staring at her, trying to touch her, or trying to get
her to go out with him.  Being one of those invisible
types of students who was so quiet and shy nobody even
noticed if they'd been present, at first everyone
believed her and thought he was a real looser who
couldn't even keep his fantasies to himself.  Everyone
fantasized about Molly Vickers.  Not only did she have
nice tits for thirteen, but she had an even nicer ass,
round and firm, and long sexy legs which she showed
off by wearing the shortest skirts the school would
allow.  After a while though, mostly everyone realized
Molly was making it all up.  Even a total looser
wouldn't keep on day after day when it was obvious he
didn't have a chance.  "Are you going to do something
about it?" she asked, looking at Nick with those big
brown doe eyes and pouting lips that always got her
her way.

"You're such a looser," Nick said, looking down at
Ben.  "I should break your fingers for trying to touch
my girl."

"Do it, Nick.  That'll fix him."

"What do you say, jerk?" Nick asked, pushing Ben up
against the lockers.

"Is there a problem out here?" asked Matt Simmons as
he stepped out of the classroom.

"No, no problem, sir," Nick said addressing the
science teacher.  "Just didn't see this little mouse
and bumped into him."  Molly and her two sidekicks,
Trang and Ashley, giggled, and with a toss of her
light brown ponytail, Molly turned and the four of
them walked off.  Ben looked back down at the floor,
feeling even smaller than usual.  He was a mouse.  A
shy, timid, pudgy little mouse with a mop of brown
hair that hid his soft brown eyes.

"Hey, I'm going to the Seven-Eleven," said Cory as he
stepped up to him.  "Wanna come?"

"Me?" asked Ben.  Nobody had ever invited him
anywhere.  Normally he sat in the school cafeteria
alone over the lunch break, even if there were a half
dozen others at the same table.

"Yeah.  Want a Slurpee or some Nachos or something?"

"I brought my lunch," Ben replied.  "Sides, I didn't
bring any money."

"Well, a chocolate bar for dessert then, on me," Cory
offered.

As they approached the Seven-Eleven along with Cory's
friends Anthony, Terry and Dominic, who'd begun
tagging along with the three musketeers, Ben saw Molly
and her gang and held back, not wanting another
confrontation.  Cory of course noticed them and Ben's
reaction and too paused.  Molly glanced around,
feeling someone was watching her.  She of course
spotted Ben, but he was staring down at the ground
like usual, and besides, she knew he wouldn't dare
stare at her for real after Nick had just finished
pushing him around.  There were a bunch of high school
kids but they were all joking amongst themselves.  The
only other person around was a guy at the gas pumps
filling up his car, forty-something and balding.  As
he glanced over in her direction she smiled.  She had
a bright smile.  He glanced away, and then back again.
Thirteen-year-old girls don't normally smile at
forty-something year old men.  Molly smiled again, and
casually and slowly ran her hand up her right thigh,
drawing up her skirt to reveal her shapely leg.  She
definitely had the man's attention.  She looked away
and talked to Nicole but continued to draw her hand
up, pulling up her skirt until you could see her
panties.  She slowly turned, letting him see the back
of her legs and her round butt.  He wondered if she
was making fun of him.  A cock tease.  He shook his
head.  They were getting younger and younger with each
generation.  He wouldn't even have noticed her if she
hadn't made the first contact.

"Molly, what are you doing?" asked Ashley with a half
snort and half chuckle.

"Giving that guy behind me a thrill."

"Jeez, he's got to be as old as my father."

"Yeah, well, he looked like he was having a boring
day, like I am, and I figured there was no point in us
both being bored," Molly replied with a coquettish
smile as she lowered her skirt.  "Besides, a guy that
old doesn't get a thrill like that every day."

"You're crazy."

"No, just being charitable," Molly said.

"Well, how about showing a little charity this way?"
Nick asked, drawing her to him.

"Did you see that?" asked Anthony.

"What?" asked Terry.

"Molly Vickers coming on to that guy at the pumps."

"No way.  Why would she come on to a guy that old?"

"I dunno, but she did.  Maybe she's horny."

"Looking at her butt always gets me horny," observed
Terry, and they laughed.  Cory was going to suggest
maybe she had that telio whatever his
great-grandfather had, but he'd forgotten the name. 
His whole point had been to embarrass her by making
her expose herself, but she didn't seem that
embarrassed, not like she'd looked yesterday when he'd
made her unbutton her blouse and show off her tits to
Mister Simmons.

The five lounged around outside the Seven-Eleven as
they had their lunch and as Cory and Terry shared a
smoke.  Molly and her friends hung around too, Molly
unbuttoning the top of her blouse and looking
seductively at any man over thirty that walked by
which was clearly beginning to irritate Nick, which
was a fine spinoff.  Returning to the school, she went
into the washroom and removed her bra, and in computer
class that afternoon she called Goosey Gilles over to
help her at least half a dozen times, and as he bent
over to look at the monitor, it was impossible for him
not to get a full view of her young, budding boobs. 
He knew he should reprimand her for breaking the dress
code and maybe send her to the office, but after what
had happened yesterday in enforcing the rules with Mel
over bathroom breaks during class, he decided it best
to say nothing.  As he headed back to his desk once
again she smiled.  She knew he'd get a thrill.

She didn't wear a bra the next day and continued to
flash her boobs at noon at any man over thirty and in
computer class and again in Mister Simmon's science
class, hiking up her skirt and spreading her legs so
the two teachers could see her panties.  She could
tell she was turning them on from their covert glances
at her and from the fact they didn't stop her, and
that a thirteen-year-old girl could turn on adult and
educated men like that gave her a thrill of power that
sent strange, new tingles of pleasure up her spine and
between her legs.  Little did she know who the real
power was behind her new flirting game and her
pleasure, and that it really hadn't been her brilliant
idea. 

Julius had soccer practice at the Glencoe Royal
Academy for Boys after school on Thursdays, and
against his better judgement he agreed to take Cory
and Anthony along.  Anthony had to take a leak but
after Gilles's sarcastic remarks to Mel the previous
day, he figured he could wait until he got to the
private school.  He had no idea why Cory suggested the
two of them go with Gilles after school, but chumming
around with Cory usually ended up a lot of fun, and
they were best buddies.  Arriving at the school and
seeing the high school cheerleading squad out
practising too, he figured that had probably been
Cory's reason.  Becoming distracted by them, he
totally forgot his bladder.

While they were sitting there in the bleachers, one of
the teachers from the private school came over, a
rather distinguished looking fellow in a way with a
trim little moustache who looked like he was about
thirty.  "Here is the gingerbread recipe I promised
your mother, and some pictures of gingerbread houses I
took when I was in Germany last Christmas," he said,
handing the envelop to Anton, who along with his kid
brother, Cory and Anthony had joined.  He spoke with a
slight accent.

"Oh, thanks Mister Schuller."

"You were in Germany?" asked Cory as he looked up at
the man.

"Yes," he said with a smile.  "I go over every summer
to practice my German, and sometimes during the
holiday breaks.  I have family and many friends still
in Germany.  I don't believe I've seen you around here
before?"

"Nope.  I don't go to school here.  I go to Lincoln
Junior High, me and Anthony," Cory said proudly as he
nodded toward his best buddy.  "Right now I'm living
with Mister Gilles while my family is away."

"I see."

"It's awesome to meet someone whose been to Germany. 
That is my most favourite country of them all, next to
the United States of course."

"Really?  And what is it that you like about Germany?"

"Everything," Cory replied as he did some fast
thinking.  "The, ah, German food, like gingerbread and
oh yeah German Black Forest Chocolate Cake, and ah,
the yodelling, and it has lots of, ah, history and
scenery and traditions and stuff."

"And castles," helped Anthony.

"Oh yeah, especially I like all the castles and old
stuff like that."

"Mister Schuller has a lot of souvenirs and things
he's brought back from Germany," Anton observed.

"Oh yeah?  Oh man, I'd love to see them some time!"

"Well, for such an ardent fan of Germany, I'd be glad
to show you sometime," the German teacher said with a
smile.  One reason he'd become a teacher was the
enthusiasm youth had, and their eagerness to learn, at
least in private schools.

"Great!  What about now?"

"Now?"

"Yeah, if you're going home now that is.  We're just
here cuz Mister Gilles has soccer practice so really
we got like an hour with nothing to do.  Mister Gilles
can pick us up at your place."

"Well, I suppose.  I am going home," he said
hesitantly.  Being a man who liked to do things with
precision and according to a plan, he wasn't good at
impromptu decisions, but he really hadn't had anything
scheduled for the next hour, and the boy was keen.

"Cool.  Let your dad know," Cory said, looking at
Anton as he leaped off the bleacher.

Living in Falconridge, the richer part of town north
of Eaglemont, his home reflected his comparative
wealth.  It was a large home for a bachelor, and had
shiny hardwood floors and expensive looking furniture.
 He had artifacts from Germany all over the house,
including expensive paintings by German masters on the
walls, but his main collection was in what he called
the library, which had floor to ceiling bookcases and
shelves filled with books and ornaments.  As he began
to show Cory some of the items he'd brought back from
Germany, he got a call on his cell phone, and excused
himself.

"So how long has Germany been your most favourite
country?" asked Anthony.  He figured he knew his best
buddy pretty well, but Germany being his fav country
was new to him.

"Ever since I read on the Internet that Amsterdam was
the sex capital of the world."

"I don't think Amsterdam is in Germany."

"It isn't?  Where is it?"

"I dunno.  Sweden I think.  Don't they have a lot of
nudists there or something?"

"I dunno.  I don't think so.  Sweden's up north where
it's cold I think."

"Anyway, even if it is in Germany, so what?"

"Well, it don't matter if it isn't.  They're a lot
more open about sex and stuff over in Europe, and I
know Germany's in Europe.  I read that on the Internet
too, about being open and stuff, when I was surfing
for dirty pictures.  I thought maybe since this Mister
Schuller goes over there all the time he might have a
porn collection from Europe."

"Oh yeah?" Anthony asked, his interest tweaked.  "Well
I bet it would be in a box under his bed like where my
dad keeps his stuff," the thirteen-year-old observed
as he looked around.  "With all this junk it could be
stashed almost anywhere.  Wow, look at all the beer
mugs!"  Jacob Schuller had an entire shelf of ornate
German steins.  "That reminds me.  I gotta take a leak
like so bad!  I wonder where the bathroom is.  Maybe
he has his porn there.  My dad always has the latest
mag stuffed behind the extra toilet paper and toilet
cleaning stuff in the cupboard under the sink for when
he's in the can."

"I bet it's in here.  This drawer's locked," Cory
suggested as he tugged on the drawer.

"Oh yeah, adults always keep the good stuff locked in
drawers," Antony said.  "Hey, I know!"  Opening his
back pack, he fished around until he found a
paperclip.  Unbending it, he knelt before the drawer
in the bookcase and after a minute, felt it give. 
Opening it up, the boys stood there in surprise. 
Before them were an assortment of every sex toy
imaginable, some they recognized from their searches
for porn and far more totally foreign to them, dildos,
vibrators, handcuffs, tubes of lube, packages of sexy
panties and briefs, whips and much more.  Finding the
two doors to the cabinet below locked too, Anthony
soon had them open.  Inside were shelves upon shelves
of DVDs, CDs, and videotapes, and with names like
"Dreamboys", "Gay Man's Kama Sutra", "Teen Cheerleader
Sex Orgy", and "Family Sex Night", there was no
question what they were about.  With his special
interest in incest, especially mother-son and
father-daughter, the last particularly caught
Anthony's eye.

"Oh maaaan, look at this!" Cory exclaimed as he picked
up the top picture from a stack of pictures.  It was
of a man sitting on a chair with a boy of maybe six
riding his stiff dick.  Putting it back, he picked up
the next, a picture of a man on his knees and sitting
back on his heels with two muscular hunks that looked
like high school or college age guys on either side
pissing on him.

"Oh fuck, now I really got to take a leak!" groaned
Anthony.

"Boys!"  They spun around to find Jacob Schuller
standing behind him.  So focussed on the treasure
they'd found, they had not heard him return, and
besides, Jacob Schuller was a man who trod softly. 
His voice had taken on a stern, militaristic tone and
his eyebrows had narrowed.  "That is my private
collection," he said, walking over briskly and closing
the drawer and the cupboard doors.  Actually, it was
his merchandise.  To supplement his salary as a
private school teacher, which was not all that high,
and to support a life style he was accustomed to, he
smuggled in black market porn from the continent to
sell in the States.  Besides, his other hobby being
the study of abnormal psychology, he found the
pictures and tapes fascinating and even at times
astonishing from a purely academic viewpoint.  "You
boys shouldn't be looking at that stuff."

"I don't think you should either," Cory replied with a
grin.

"Oh maaaannn, can we talk about his later?" asked
Anthony, crossing his legs.  "Where's your bathroom?"

"Down the hall.  Second door on your left."  Anthony
barrelled across the library.

"Wait," called Cory.

"I can't!"

"I think Mister Schuller would like to join you."

Jacob Schuller looked at Cory, and then down at the
picture Cory had been holding behind his back.  "Oh, I
hardly think-," he began before his face went blank.

Every man should have a hobby.  Jacob Schuller's was
the study of abnormal sexual behaviour.  He was
totally intrigued by the topic, from acrotomophilia to
zoophilia, and by the people who engaged in such
behaviour, from the famous like the sadist Marquis de
Sade and cross-dressing Edgar Hoover, though there
were some who questioned if he really was, to the
anonymous and unknown suburban commuter who had a
closet diaper fetish and could be anyone's next door
neighbour.  Despite his interest, and his related
supplemental business, he'd never actually considered
participating in any such behaviours, and in fact, had
smugly considered himself superior to those who
engaged in such sick, perverted acts.  Now, suddenly,
standing there in his library and caught with the
evidence by two thirteen-year-old boys, he had the
wildest and strangest urge to find out personally and
intimately what it was that turned people on who
practised urolagnia.  Turning to look at the dancing
teenager at the doorway who looked like he was about
to wet himself, or pull it out and piss all over his
expensive champaign pile carpet, it was more than an
urge.  It was a compelling need to experience the
perversion of being pissed on first hand.

"You wouldn't happen to have a DVD camera by any
chance?" asked Cory.

"In my study," he replied in a daze, his mind
elsewhere.

Leading Anthony and Cory down the hall to his study
and then into the bathroom, he stepped into the tub
and turned to face Anthony.  Anthony could not believe
it, and could hold back no longer.  Pushing down the
front of his jeans and his underwear with one hand, he
picked up his limp dick with the other and aimed it
high.  Seconds later his hot, yellow piss streamed out
like water from a fire hose, the result of drinking a
litre of Coke at noon.  He aimed it as high as he
could to totally drench the man standing in the tub
before him like the two studs in the picture Cory had
found were doing.  He'd never heard of anyone pissing
on someone else before, his father's porn being more
of the vanilla kind, but then he was only thirteen,
and who was he to question the ways of adults? 
Besides, being around Cory always gave him a
devil-may-care attitude and if pissing on a guy made
him look cool in front of his best buddy, he was more
than willing to do it.  Besides, the guy was a
teacher, and what kid didn't at sometime or another
feel like pissing on a teacher?

His piss soaked into the burgundy school blazer the
teachers were expected to wear, turning it to a dark
purple, and into his silk tie and expensive Armani
shirt.  It ran down the front of his tan trousers,
turning them dark also as it soaked into the cloth. 
Anthony aimed lower, directing his stream directly at
the teacher's crotch, causing his piss to flood over
his groin and to run down his legs to fill his
expensive Italian leather shoes.  The teacher could
feel his hot piss soaking through his clothes to his
skin as he stood there passively while the
thirteen-year-old boy he'd just met looked up at him
in wide-eyed innocence as he pissed on him and his
buddy videotaped it.  As the warmth of the fresh piss
spread over his crotch, his cock began to swell.  Good
God, he was actually getting turned on!  Anthony's
piss began to collect in a pool in the tub as the
bathroom was filled with the odour of hot, fresh
urine.

"Loosen your tie and unbutton your shirt and drop your
pants," instructed Cory.

Jacob Schuller obediently did as he was told as a
sense of excitement and arousal washed over him and an
image of him standing in the tub with his open shirt
and his tie still about his neck and his trousers
about his ankles while the thirteen-year-old boy
pissed on him flashed through his mind.  Anthony
redirected his stream, striking the man's exposed
chest.  His hot, amber piss ran in rivulets over his
nipples and down his hairy chest to soak into the band
of his boxers, which were already fully soaked. 
Seeing his cock stirring in his boxers, Anthony aimed
for the fly, causing the man's cock to swell even
faster and to slip out of the open fly.

"Oh man, he's getting a fucking boner," Anthony
observed.

"So am I," Cory responded, his voice husky with
arousal.  "This is so fucking hot.  Push your boxers
down."

As the thirty-year-old teacher did so, Anthony
directed the rest of his stream at his swelling cock
and at his balls, drenching them with his hot piss.

"Jack it off."

As Jacob obediently began to pump his stiff cock, Cory
and Anthony grinned over at each other.  An adult
jacking himself off in front of two kids was
especially hot in that adults were always saying not
to do it and making like they didn't.  Having finally
emptied his bladder, Anthony shook his dick off and
then took over the camera duties as Cory pushed down
the front of his jeans and underwear.  He didn't have
to go as badly as Anthony, but the odour of fresh
urine and just the idea of pissing on a teacher while
he jerked himself off was enough for a quick leak.  He
aimed his stream for his nipples, and as his hot piss
struck first one and then the other it sent tingles of
arousal through the already piss soaked buds, causing
them to become firm and causing the now heavily
breathing teacher to become even more aroused. 
Cory's, hot piss ran down his body and over his
bouncing balls in yellow rivulets.  He aimed it
directly at his stiff dick and pumping fist and it
spattered in a golden spray as the man jerked and
groaned with his approaching orgasm.  Anthony was
rapidly pumping his own stiff cock with his free hand
as he videotaped Cory and the teacher, and he was
beginning to jerk his hips with the pleasure throbbing
through his young, aching cocklet.

Cory began to fuck his fist also as he resumed camera
responsibilities.  Drenched in hot piss and standing
there in the tub with his trousers and boxers about
his ankles in the pool of fresh urine while two young
boys stood facing him and rapidly jerking off their
early teen wieners, Jacob Schuller was unable to hold
back and he aimed his cock at the ceiling.  He
exploded like he hadn't for many years, shooting his
cum up into the air to fall back down into the tub
like a perverse fountain.  Shot after shot of thick,
creamy white spooge shot out of his throbbing cock
with a pleasure like he'd never felt before.  Anthony
was right behind, squirting his copious, watery early
teen load into the man's tub.  Their semen floated in
white streamers and blobs in the pool of yellow piss. 
Anthony leaned forward over the tub and milked out his
remaining cum.  The man continued to stand there in a
flushed post-climatic daze, his fingers still gripping
his stiff cock and dripping with cum, and piss
streaking his body.  Handing the camera back to
Anthony, Cory stroked his young cock double time and
Anthony zoomed in on his intense face and then down to
his crotch as his best buddy popped his nuts, adding
his own copious early teen cum to the pool of piss. 
The door bell rang.

"Bet that's Mister Gilles," Cory said, leaning in over
the tub and squeezing the last of his cum out of his
four-and-a-quarter inch cock.  He and Antony pulled up
their underwear and jeans as the bell rang again. 
"Thanks for the great time, Mister Schuller.  We'll
have to do it again sometime!" he said with a broad
grin.

"Cool camera," said Anthony as he took out the
videodisc and placed the camera on the top of the
toilet tank.  It was a very expensive and high quality
camera.  Jacob Schuller bought only the best.  "Thanks
for letting us use it."

"Yeah, we'll get you a new blank disc."

The two boys grinned at each other as they ran to the
door.  Chumming with Cory always guaranteed a guy a
good time.  

******
Thanks to John for the suggestion and background for
the character of Jacob Schuller and the idea of
Anthony and Cory having their first experience at
water sports with him.  What else would you like to
see happen?  What movies would you like Billy Dean to
produce?  What fun and havoc can Cory create while
living with the Gilles's and with his own home vacant
of supervising parents, and now with his rich source
of new ideas from the continent?  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 permission.  Non player characters available for
your amusement and abuse include the Gilles family,
Vice Principal Stuart Millburne, Baptist Pastor
Winthrop and his family, Kenneth Ballard and his
mother, and Father Henry.  Player characters created
by readers so far are Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob,
Billy Dean, Ben Hanson and now Jacob Schuller with a
supporting cast of Jonah, Lane, Nicole Halder, Molly
and Nick, and of course Lad and the star of the
series, Cory.


	

	
		
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