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From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca>
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Subject: {ASSM} ST: Teacher - Part 24" (nc, mc, m/b, t/b, g, humiliation)
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Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 16:10:01 -0500
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TEACHER - PART TWENTY-FOUR

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

Julius sat in the family room with the rest of his
family Saturday night staring off into space, his mind
a million miles away and his apple pie untouched.  It
had been a hell of a week.  It began Tuesday with his
sudden compulsion to sniff his young guest's used
underwear one o'clock in the morning.  Never in his
entire life had he ever even thought about sniffing a
thirteen-year-old boy's soiled briefs, but that
morning he had not been able to resist the urge and it
had given him such a sexual rush that he'd jacked off
into the popcorn bowl of kernels they'd left in the
family room.  If that wasn't certain evidence of his
mental breakdown then his just as sudden and equally
as compelling urge, not to mention sheer ecstasy, in
licking the boys' urinal later that morning was.  Four
days had gone by and the foul taste was still in his
mouth and the odour of urine in his nostrils.  If that
was not enough to worry him, he'd done it in front of
three of his students, including his young guest who
had videotaped it.  To his surprise none of the three
had mentioned the incident the rest of the week, but
that just made him worry about what they might do with
the evidence of his perversion all the more.  It also
made him second guess his every action with his
students ever since.  Normally confident in his
enforcement of the school rules, he now feared what
the consequences of his actions might be, and was most
uncomfortable with his indecisiveness.  His students
were aware of his shaken confidence.  He could tell
that.  Students were good at sensing such things,
especially junior high age students, and they
immediately began taking advantage of it.

Take Molly Vickers.  Wednesday she'd come to computer
class with the top of her blouse half unbuttoned and
without a bra and had purposefully called him over to
check her work on the computer half a dozen times,
purposefully flaunting her young breasts in his face. 
Of course he could not resist the temptation to look. 
He was a healthy forty-four-year-old male, and he
hadn't had sex with his wife for a month, which was
something else that was adding greatly to his
distress.  She knew she had his interest and flirted
all the more on Thursday, not only leaving her top
unbuttoned but coming again without a bra, and
purposefully spreading her legs and showing him her
panties besides.  Good God, she was only thirteen!

Thursday night what with soccer practise and having to
drive to Falconridge to pick up Cory and Anthony, and
then drop Anthony off in Briarwood, he and his sons
were twenty minutes late getting to the park.  Bob and
Lane had not shown up since Saturday and he was hoping
that they would not be there again, but of course that
was the day they had shown up on time.  Dutifully
dropping his pants, he bent over and grabbed his
ankles for his punishment for being late, knowing to
anger the groundskeeper and former teacher would only
make things worse for himself, and his sons.  At least
Lad had not been there that night or he'd have mounted
him on the spot.  Instead of whipping him with his
belt, Bob turned it over to his son Anton and told him
to deliver the first ten blows, warning him if he
didn't hit him hard enough he'd get the same blow on
his ass.  Of course the first blow was extremely soft,
but the resulting strap across Anton's naked butt
using Lane's belt was anything but, the slap
resounding through the woods and causing the boy to
yelp with pain.  The second was harder, but still not
to Bob Moser's standard and he hit the twelve-year-old
a second time to show what he expected.  The third and
following were with all the strength the boy could
muster, much to the amusement of Bob and Lane and
which left red welts across his backside.  The boy was
practically in tears by the time he was done. 
Francois delivered the last ten, and seeing how his
brother had been whipped, he was taking no chances,
slapping the leather belt across his father's fat ass
with all the strength of a nine-year-old, which was
plenty hard for his already red and welted buttocks. 
From the look in the boy's moist eyes he knew the boy
was in as much pain as he was and his older brother
had been.

Bob had then made him make love to his two boys, "just
as you would with your wife" had been the exact
instruction, kissing them on the lips and caressing
their naked bodies, telling them how much he loved
them and how he'd deserved the whipping they'd given
him, nibbling on their nipples until they became firm
and caressing their buttholes until he had both boys
erect, something that was never a problem for
twelve-year-old Anton, and aching for sexual relief. 
He had actually turned his two boys on!  That was
sick.  He was then forced to stand there and watch
while he and Lane brutally face fucked his two
aroused, naked sons, their own little cocks aching for
attention.  As he stood there in total embarrassment
helplessly watching his preteen sons being abused, his
anger rising with each thrust of Bob's and Lane's hips
but knowing there was not a thing he could do about
it, he thought back to the previous Sunday and Tuesday
nights as they had stood there just as helplessly and
just as embarrassed as they'd watched him getting
fucked by Lad.  Although Bob and Lane had not shown
up, he'd felt compelled to drop his jogging pants for
the amorous German Shepard that he loved even more
than his wife, and whom he actually looked forward to
screwing him and was miserable on those days he didn't
show up.

Telling the boys not to swallow as he and Lane filled
their mouths with their thick, copious spooge, Bob had
him kiss each of his boys on the lips and then suck
out the cum in their mouths and swallow it in front of
them.  As he finished with Anton and moved on to
Francois, Bob had Anton work up a mouth of spittle,
which was not hard with the tart cum still clinging to
the roof of his mouth and his teeth, and as he
finished with Francois Bob had him lock lips with
Anton once again and instructed the twelve-year-old
boy to force his spittle into his father's mouth while
Francois worked up a mouth of spittle too.  Swallowing
his son's spittle and Bob's cum slime, he'd turned to
his nine-year-old and similarly sucked face with him,
sucking the nine-year-old's spit and Lane Spudder's
cum into his mouth and swallowing the slimy mix.  Bob
had then sent them on their way, all three
stiff-cocked and with aching nuts.

That night he'd finally approached Julian about his
lack of endowment, something he'd been putting off for
a week and a half.  It was the most embarrassing
conversation he'd ever had with him, even more
embarrassing than the father-son talk that summer when
Julian had turned sixteen and he'd figured it was time
to explain the facts of life to him and his
responsibilities as a young man. 

"Son, do you have a moment to talk?" he asked that
night as the two crawled into Julian's bed.  He hadn't
wanted to interrupt him while he was doing his school
work, and he'd figured talking in the dark would help
make it less embarrassing even though the two were
lying there side by side stark naked.  He knew, deep
down, he was just procrastinating.

"Yeah, sure," Julian replied, though in his mind he
was cringing.  The opening reminded him of the most
embarrassing conversation he'd ever had with his dad,
this past summer when his father had explained the
birds and bees to him like he was a ten-year-old.

"You know that men come in different sizes and shapes,
some tall, some short, some big boned, some thin,"
Julius began.

"Yeah, sure," Julian replied, uncertain where the
conversation was leading but not liking it.

"Well, the same goes for their penises."

Oh God!  Julian's penis began to shrivel and he wanted
to die.

"I couldn't help notice since we've been going about
nude that, well, you know, you're not, well, as large
as some boys down there."

He was lying there in his bed stark naked with his dad
lying beside him, also stark naked, talking about his
penis!  By then it had shrivelled up to about an inch
and he was dying a very slow death.

"Now that's nothing to be ashamed of.  Size does not
matter.  It's how, well, it doesn't matter," Julius
stumbled.  A father couldn't very well tell his
sixteen-year-old son it was how you use it when at
that age he shouldn't be using it at all, which in
Julian's case he wasn't anyway.  Besides, he knew, and
so did Julian, that size did matter, especially when
you were a teenage boy and had to undress and shower
with your classmates if for no other reason.  As for
Julian, how could he tell his father that really, he
was much larger than it appeared.  "I've also noticed
that unlike Anton, you've never gotten an erection
despite your mother and your sisters all being nude,
and, well, visible."  It wasn't an inch.  It had
disappeared all together.  Julian wished he could
also.

Julius had thought that conversation had been
difficult, though it seemed to have gone all right,
but taking Julian to the doctor after school Friday
had been just as bad.  How does a father explain to a
doctor why he thinks his son needed a physical and
that he was concerned about his lack of development? 
That had really been embarrassing, but even more
embarrassing yet was sitting there in front of your
sixteen-year-old son while the doctor told you the
results of his examination, even if they were
positive.  He shifted uncomfortably as he recalled the
discussion that Saturday night.  On top of everything
else, he'd gained another five pounds that week, and
with Cory living there, he and his wife hadn't had
their usual Saturday night out now for three Saturdays
in a row, it being impossible to have company over
with their conversion to nudism, and being afraid what
might happen should they leave their children home
alone under such circumstances.

Julian sat there in the family room just as downcast
as his father.  His urge to smell Cory Wilson's
underwear Monday night had been totally weird, and
even weirder, it had been the first time he'd jacked
off so powerfully in several months.  He could not
concentrate on his school work as the memory of
smelling the dirty underwear as he shot off a load in
the bowl of unpopped kernels kept flashing in his
mind, and he twisted and turned all night in guilt and
worry about what sort of sicko he was.

The conversation with his father Thursday night had
been pure hell, and then going with him to the
doctor's the next day like a little child was even
worse.  And how do you explain to a doctor that you're
perfectly normal in size and you know because you'd
been giving yourself a boner and jacking it off almost
every night, at least until your father started
sleeping with you?  And how do you tell a doctor that
because of all the things happening with your family
lately, besides the obvious fact you've developed a
pizza face as a result of your mother's rich foods,
you haven't been able to focus on your date, and that
your girl was beginning to suspect you were no longer
interested in her?  That wasn't all.  The week ended
as badly as it had begun.  Saturday's game with
Daceyville Central High had totally sucked and the
team and parents blamed him and his father.  He'd been
so depressed he hadn't even gone out with his girl
like he'd always did on Saturday, and he hadn't gone
out with her Friday either.

Antoinette was in no better mood than her son.  The
last time she and Cory had had sex was last Sunday
when he'd fucked her ass and then her cunt.  She
wondered if he'd sensed her discomfort having him do
her from the rear, and even greater discomfort when he
hadn't wiped himself off before entering her from the
front, or if the boy had lost interest in her.  She
was forty now after all, and gaining weight, not just
from the baking she was doing for him and which she
and her family could not resist, but because she was
carrying his child.  How she was going to break that
news to her family, and to Cory, had been worrying her
for an entire week.  On top of that was her worry
about her family.  Julius had become so remote and
cold she would be afraid he was seeing another woman
if it wasn't for the fact he was never alone long
enough to be doing so.  Even for the hour and a half
he went jogging he had Anton and Francois with him. 
It had to be the stress of his job.  That he was near
a nervous breakdown she was certain and didn't know
what she could possibly do about it.

Annette had become even moodier than ever, and she
knew it had to do with the black man she'd been
seeing, which as much as she didn't like it, she
couldn't do anything about either, and her sons were
becoming jumpier and more irritable by the day and
more and more like their father.  Whether that was due
to genetics or because they were spending more time
with him she did not know, but again there was nothing
she could do about it.  With all her worries, was it
any wonder she'd snuck down to the family room during
the night to sniff her thirteen-year-old lover's used
underwear and masturbate?  Juliette was the only one
who seemed normal.

Annette was deeply disturbed by her late night
excursion to the family room too of course, and had
wondered if her sudden and disgusting urge to sniff
Cory Wilson's dirty underwear was a sign that with all
the stress in her life she was going crazy.  Like her
mother, she had been gaining weight too, for the same
two reasons, and she knew it would not be much longer
before she began to show.  She had broken the news to
Billy on Sunday, and his first reaction was to blame
her, telling her she was a stupid bitch and asking if
she hadn't heard of birth control pills.  Then when
he'd calmed down he said if it was a girl he'd raise
her to be a ho like she was, and if it was a boy he'd
teach him how to be a hustler like him, neither option
helping to make her feel any better.

Then he'd made her suck his cock while he videotaped
them, saying now she was pregnant he wouldn't be
sticking it up her pussy until she had their kid, but
that there were plenty of other ways for a pregnant
bitch to satisfy her man.  Just the thought of sucking
his penis had made her gag, and each time she tried to
put it in her mouth she'd choked.  It wasn't until he
slapped her hard across the face and told her to stop
acting like a spoiled child that she'd been able to
slip her lips about the knob without heaving.  Even
then she was nauseated by the filthy act and wanted to
puke.  Oh, she and her girlfriends had heard about
high school girls doing that to guys to placate them
so they wouldn't have intercourse with them, and that
practically every high school girl did it, but they'd
all found the thought so disgusting they unanimously
agreed they'd never do such a thing, and that it had
to be a public school thing.

Those pajamas parties and midnight giggling sessions
seemed so long ago.  Now, not only was she having
intercourse and actually looking forward to Billy's
irregular visits, but she'd gotten pregnant, and was
now sucking the filthy penis of the man who'd knocked
her up.  On top of it all, he was black.  Despite
everything, she knew he didn't have much respect for
women, and certainly not her.  He didn't even have the
decency to tell her when he was going to cum, and of
course not expecting it she'd choked as the first
squirt shot down her throat.  She had automatically
pulled away, resulting in his still spurting organ
spattering her face and breasts with his filthy,
sticky cum.  He'd laughed and said it didn't matter,
that guys who watched videos of women sucking cock
liked to see proof the guy had come.  When he'd shown
up on Thursday, he hadn't mentioned anything about the
baby.  In fact he just told her to go help her mother
make supper in the kitchen and that he had things to
do and didn't want any bitch in his way.  She'd left
him happily though you'd not have known from the tears
welling up in her eyes.  What the things were that he
had to do she had no idea as she didn't see anything
different about her room after he'd left.  Maybe, she
thought hopefully, he was taking measurements and was
going to buy her a crib for their child.

The thought of strangers watching videos of the two of
them having intercourse, something private between the
two of them and that should be about love, made it
seem dirty and ordinary, nothing like she and her
girlfriends thought it would be like when they finally
gave themselves toa boy. Now besides the one of her
shaving herself and masturbating, they had one of her
sucking his cock besides.  The thought of some skanky
old man watching a video of her doing these things
sent a shiver of revulsion up her spine.  How could
men enjoy watching such things?  How could Billy make
them and sell them, especially of the two of them? 
She wondered whom he sold them to.  If her family or
any one of her friends were to see one of them she
would die.

At least that would solve her problem regarding her
pregnancy.  How was she going to tell her family?  Her
dad would hit the ceiling, but she wasn't going to be
able to keep it a secret.  And what would her friends
say?  She'd never be allowed to stay in the Gladys
Harper Private School for Girls.  She didn't even have
a special friend she could confide in, her and Cindy
having gotten into a major argument on Friday because
she'd stop chumming around with her and couldn't tell
her why.  How do you tell your best friend you've
stopped chumming around with all your former friends
because you're too miserable to have any type of fun?

Anton had his own problems and secrets.  Sunday he'd
licked another boy's asshole in front of his best
buddy Jason, and then he and Jason had jacked off a
black man while the nigger had jacked the two of them
off, and all of it was on video.  He'd never felt so
dirty and so embarrassed in all his life, and as he
and Jason had biked home he could tell Jason felt the
same way.  If that hadn't been bad enough, he and his
brother had to stand around in the park that evening
while his father got humped by a dog.  Now doing it
with an animal was really sick, especially since he
even did it when Bob Moser wasn't there to make him. 
Why his father did it he'd never explained, and he
certainly was not going to ask!  Of course he didn't
have any room to talk.  Even though they both knew it
was going to involve more sex with guys, Monday he and
Jason had gone to Cory's second party, where Jason had
gotten sucked off by Kenneth Ballard while he'd fucked
the seventeen-year-old's ass.  After having gotten his
ass fucked by Cory and a dozen times by Lane Spudder,
he'd finally found out what it was like to be the one
doing the fucking.  The problem with that was that
he'd enjoyed it!

Then as if that wasn't perverted enough, that night
he'd had this urge to jerk off while sniffing Cory
Wilson's dirty underwear, which he'd also enjoyed.  It
didn't stop there.  Thursday Bob Moser had made him
and his brother strap his father with a belt, and then
after sucking Bob and Lane Spudder off they'd made his
father suck their cum and spit out of their mouths. 
Now that was really sick.  It was only the fear of
what Bob Moser would do to him that stopped him from
puking.  That was two days ago and he still had the
taste of the man's cum in his mouth, and no matter how
many times he, his brother, and his father had been
forced to do things in the park, he still felt filthy
and perverted and hated himself for having enjoyed it,
and his father for not putting a stop to it.  Then
Friday Jason told him he didn't want to see him that
weekend, and, in fact, didn't want to chum around with
him anymore.  He knew it had to be because of the
stuff they'd done the previous weekend.  Jason didn't
want to hang around with a pervert like him.

Francois had his own self-doubt, and a lot of
questions.  Why had he taken such a delight in
sniffing Cory's dirty underwear on Monday?  Why did he
enjoy playing with his dink so much when it was so
wrong and something other boys didn't do?  Why had he
whipped his dad so hard on Thursday?  Why was his dad
doing stuff with a dog, and why were Bob Moser and
Lane Spudder being so mean to them? And why was his
ass itching so badly to be fucked?  Was this what
perverts and molesters were like when they were kids? 
He wished there was someone he could turn to for
answers.

Of course not everyone was down that week.  Dominic
was delighted that Kenneth and his sister were having
problems, the two of them deserving it for the way
they'd been mean to him.  His sister had figured
Kenneth was losing interest in her and was seeing
another girl, and Kenneth of course disclaimed
everything but was unable to explain what had happened
to him the previous Sunday and Monday and what was
bothering him so much that he couldn't see her in the
evenings.  Even better than his sister's sad face was
the party the previous week at Cory's, two days which
he'd never forget for as long as he lived.  The very
best of all though was Cory including him in his
circle of friends at school.  To say he worshipped the
very ground Cory walked on and would do anything he
ever asked without hesitation would not be an
understatement.  He still couldn't get a bone on when
he was by himself and pulling back his foreskin still
hurt, but that didn't matter.  He was one of Cory's
friends.

Ben was just as delighted with his week, and all
because of Cory too.  It had begun with a bang with
Cory Wilson actually coming to his house and spending
three hours with him talking and looking at some of
his favourite sites on the Internet.  Then on
Wednesday he'd invited him to join him and his friends
at the Seven-Eleven at noon and had even bought him a
chocolate bar.  That he would never have expected in a
million years, just as he'd never have expected Molly
Vickers' recent behaviour.  She for some strange
reason had gotten into showing her boobs and panties
to men, her teachers and total strangers, which was
creating tension between her and Nick, which was fine
with him.  The best part about her new game and her
troubles with Nick was that it had distracted her from
her daily hassling of him.

One of her best friends, Trang Ng, had, however, taken
her place.  After the shoving match with Nick at noon
Wednesday, Trang had come up to him when he'd returned
to school and had told him how she thought it was
unfair how Nick was pushing him around and that she
liked him and felt sorry for him.  It was not the
first time she'd done that, but Ben, desperate for
attention, had accepted it.  Trang was a cute, petite
Asian girl who didn't have much of a figure but who
did have a firm, compact butt and the smoothest, most
beautiful complexion he'd ever seen.  She was also
very popular, with the other girls and with the guys. 
Then, after he'd gotten his hopes up, she'd told him
in front of the entire class Friday morning how he'd
never have a chance with a girl like her, or any girl
for that matter, totally embarrassing him in front of
everyone, and especially in front of Cory.  Even being
humiliated in front of others who didn't really notice
if you existed hurt, but being embarrassed like that
in front of someone you were hoping might become your
friend really hurt.

He didn't know why, but that morning, Trang, like
Molly, unbuttoned the top of her blouse and flaunted
her boobs in front of Mister Simmons in science class,
and then at strangers at the Seven Eleven at noon, and
then on Friday they both purposefully hiked up their
skirts and exposed their panties.  Girls were weird,
but then what did he know about girls?  Trang was
right.  He didn't have a chance with any girl.  Then
just as he was feeling the most miserable he had felt
in weeks, the week ended like it had begun, Cory
spending the entire Saturday evening with him!  At
that point if Cory had asked him to flash his
underwear at someone he would have!

Cory was having the time of his life.  Sure he missed
his mother and father, but there was so much to keep a
guy occupied and amused.  The week had begun with the
two wicked parties at his house, and then with the
Gilles's all going crazy over his dirty underwear, and
of course his chance discovery of Ben's printout of
the Mind Mouse which ended up giving him a much better
understanding and control of his headband.  Then there
was the fun he was having with Molly and now Trang,
and finally the discovery of the amazing treasure lode
of sexual information Jacob Schuller had and the fun
he and Anthony had with the teacher on Thursday.

Of course Jacob Schuller had a very different view of
the incident.  He always kept that drawer and those
cupboards locked, so the boys had to have unlocked
them.  How they'd done so, and so quickly, he had no
idea.  He'd only been out of the room for two or three
minutes maximum.  That the boys might talk about what
they'd seen was a high possibility, especially at
their age where sex was such an intriguing mystery. 
Getting caught with his black market collection would
be disastrous as far as his teaching position went,
and even worse would be getting charged with having
had two young boys seeing the stuff.  That was
worrisome enough, but what was even more worrisome was
what had happened afterward.

What could possibly have compelled him to engage in
such a perverted and taboo act, a perversion he freely
exploited to support his life style and which he found
fascinating academically, but one that a man of his
education and breeding was above?  That simply was not
like him!  And suppose the two boys told about what
the three of them had done, which was again highly
possible considering they were junior high school
students.  Being charged with having engaged in a
perverted sex act with two thirteen-year-olds would be
totally devastating.

While the teacher/black marketeer sat at home soul
searching and fretting about his future that Saturday
night, Cory was at Ben Hanson's browsing through the
futurehorions.net site and several others of Ben's
choosing.  He was awed by the boy's knowledge about
computers and how skilfully he navigated through the
Internet.  Again three hours had gone by like the
blink of an eye, and they hadn't even done anything
involving sex!

"So, did you have a good time at your friend's
tonight?" Antoinette asked, interrupting Cory's
thoughts.

"Oh yeah!  I learned all kinds of shit."

"We don't use that sort of language in our house,"
Julius reprimanded.  That was sort of silly in a way,
considering their sexual activities this past while,
and considering the fact they were all sitting in the
family room stark naked.

"Sorry," Cory replied, "but saying I learned all kinds
of faeces just doesn't sound the same."

"And how was your day, dear?" Antoinette asked
quickly, interrupting her husband before he made an
issue over Cory's comment.  She was sure he was just
being honest and open like thirteen-year-old boys are,
not insolent.  "You haven't said anything about the
soccer game."

"We lost," Julius replied sullenly.  He was in no mood
for talking, and she'd been married to him long enough
to recognize that.

"I haven't had a chance to ask.  Everything went all
right with the visit to the doctor?" she asked, wisely
changing the topic.

Cory thought about being honest and how his father had
taught him to tell the truth, which he could honestly
say he did.  He just didn't tell everything all the
time, but he never lied.  He just sat there thinking
about being honest, about what a great value it was,
calling upon whatever memories were in his
subconscious mind about honesty.

"Yes," Julius replied.  "Julian is a perfectly healthy
teenage male.  Just suffering the normal anxieties
boys his age have."  Julian squirmed uncomfortably.

"Oh?  Anxieties?" she asked, looking at Julian in
concern.  "I'm sorry to hear that.  What sort of
anxieties dear?"  She had always felt empathy for her
family and on this night felt even more so.

"Well, you know, guy stuff, like, well, you know, how 
. . .  I compare to other guys and stuff like that,"
Julian replied, his face turning so red it felt like
hot enough to toast bred.  Having been raised to
always tell the truth, he was feeling a particular
need to do so that night as embarrassing as it was. 
He thought about the visit to the doctor's and how
embarrassing it had been talking to the doctor about
his privates and his sex life.  If that hadn't bad
enough, the doctor had called in his father and
informed him that his son was perfectly normal and
healthy, and that his shrinkage was likely due to a
teenage boy's embarrassment being naked in front of
his mother and sisters. Well, duh!  That of course was
embarrassing for Julius as well, his son having
revealed to the doctor they practised nudity at home. 
Recalling that moment, the two shifted uncomfortably
as they stared down at their untouched desserts.

"Speaking of seeing the doctor, do I need to make an
appointment for you?" Antoinette asked, looking at her
older daughter.

"Me?  Why?"

"Well, you've been very moody and depressed lately.  I
thought perhaps there might be something physically
wrong.  You know, with your diet, or your hormones." 
She was genuinely concerned about her oldest daughter.

"I can't help it if I'm gaining weight because of all
your baking," Annette retorted sharply, her weight
being a sensitive issue, and they were being honest. 
"And Cheryl and I had a bit of an argument, nothing to
see a doctor about."

"I see you're, well, you're growing your hair back.  I
noticed last week you'd shaved it all off.  Was that
one of those teen fads girls get into?"  She was
concerned, and since they were being honest. . . .

"Mother!" Annette said, totally horrified to be
talking about such things in front of the family
despite having been raised to be honest, especially
with her parents, a value she for some reason felt
particularly strong about that night.  "No, it wasn't
a fad."  Her face had turned as red as Julian's had
been.

"It wasn't because you had lice, or, well, you know."

"Crabs?  Good God no, Mother!"  She glanced down at
her half-eaten pie with embarrassment, feeling her
mother's eyes on her as she waited for an explanation,
as she felt everyone's eyes on her.  "Billy wanted me
to."

"Billy?  Who's Billy?" Julius asked.

"A guy I've been seeing."

"Seeing?  You know you're too young to be dating.  I
told you, not until you're sixteen, and then there'll
be rules."

"We're not dating exactly.  He just drops by,
sometimes.  We don't go out or nothing, Daddy."

"Drops by?  Here?  Why have I never seen him?"

"You're out jogging, with Anton and Francois,"
Antoinette answered for her daughter.

Julius quickly dropped that topic.  He certainly
didn't want to get into what it was he and his two
sons did.  "What school does he go to?"

"He doesn't go to school."

"He's a drop out?" her father asked, horrified.

"No.  I don't think so.  We've never talked about his
education.  I dunno.  It's that he's too old to be
still in school."

"Too old?  How old his he?"

"Twenty-five."

"Twenty-five!" her father barked, even more horrified.

"And he's black."  She might as well give him all the
bad news.

"Well, I have a surprise too," observed Antoinette,
hoping to head off an explosion that was about to
happen.  You didn't need a headband to sense her
husband's anger and her daughter's embarrassment.

"You've been seeing a black man while I've been out
jogging too?" asked Julius.  He was of course being
sarcastic, something he regularly did at school with
his students but rarely did at home, but this was not
a typical Saturday evening at home.  He was also ready
to believe anything after his daughter's bombshells,
which she hadn't heard the end of yet.

"No, of course not," she said, looking down at her
dessert plate in embarrassment and guilt and irritated
by her husband's tone.  "I'm pregnant."  Juliette,
Julian and Francois looked at their mother in
surprise, and then over at their father.  Anton,
Annette, and Antoinette all stole a glance at Cory.

"How?"

"Ah, Daddy, you must know that," observed his youngest
who'd been taking in the evening's conversation with
wide-eyed surprise and innocence.  He after all did
have five kids.  She might only be seven years old,
but even she knew when a man and woman loved each
other very much the angels took a special baby seed
and planted it in the mommy's tummy.  Her best friend
had told her that secret one afternoon while they were
playing Ken and Barbie.

"How far along?" Julius asked, choosing to ignore his
youngest daughter's comment.  After Annette's
revelations, he was afraid to ask his youngest what
she knew about making babies.

"About a month."

Julius quickly counted back.  That would put it right
about the time he and she had their marathon night,
the last time they'd had sex together.  Six weeks this
coming Tuesday.  He was very much aware of the date,
not because it had been such an awesome night, but
because it had been the last time, and he was
painfully aware of that each night he crawled into bed
with his sixteen-year-old son while his wife helped
their thirteen-year-old guest deal with missing his
mother.  Of course he'd worn condoms, but they were
not a hundred percent reliable, and Antoinette
couldn't take birth control pills, because they made
her gain weight she'd said.  He'd noticed she seemed
fatter, but had assumed that it was the rich food
they'd been eating.           

"Me too," observed Annette quietly, delivering her
last bad news.  She might just as well get it in after
the rest of her bad news she'd shared, and she might
just as well get it over with.  She wouldn't be able
to keep it hidden forever.

"Billy?" her mother asked.

She nodded.

"Good pie," Cory observed in the lengthy silence that
followed.  "Can I have a second piece?"

The rest, too upset by the evening, left what was left
of their first helping and headed off to bed.  Placing
Julian's and Julius's untouched plates before Cory,
Antoinette placed a hand on his arm.  "I think you
know who the father is," she said quietly.  It took
him a moment to realize she was talking about herself
and not Annette.

"Me?" Cory asked, having never given it a thought. She
nodded. "Fucking wild!  I'm gonna be a dad!  That's
fucking awesome.  What we gonna name him?  Do you
think it'll be a boy?  Do you think he'll be like me?"

"It's too early to tell if it will be a boy or a girl,
but if it is a boy I'm sure he'll be like you.  We'll
have to talk about a name."  She really had not
thought of those aspects of her pregnancy.  "You mind
sleeping in Francois's old room tonight?  I think
Annette and I need to have a long talk."

"Heck no, that's okay.  I'll go right now," he said,
picking up both of the plates.  It had been a busy
week and a busy day and it would be nice to have a
good night's rest.  He had a lot of sex stuff planned
for the following week.  As he drifted off to sleep, a
smile on his lips, he wondered if the hidden cams he'd
purchased with a bit of the earnings he was amassing
from his share of the porn videos he and Billy were
making, and that Billy had set up in each of the
bedrooms for him last Thursday while they were at the
soccer game and over at Schuller's would catch
anything interesting. 

*********

The events in this part carry on trends from earlier
parts.  Thanks especially to Ben for the idea about
Trang, and Bob for the snowballing idea in the park. 
What else would you like to see happen?  What movies
would you like Billy Dean to produce?  What fun and
havoc can Cory create while living with the Gilles's
and with his own home vacant of supervising parents? 
Have you ever had someone you hated and wanted to get
even with?  Email me your idea and I'll write it as
part of this story and if you wish add you as one of
the characters.  Anything goes, the hotter and more
perverted the better, except I don't write snuff and
torture of kids and anything involving player
characters would need their collaboration.  Non player
characters available for your amusement and abuse
include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, and Father Henry. 
Player characters created by readers so far are
Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy, Ben, and 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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