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From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca>
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Subject: {ASSM} ST: Teacher - Part 25" (nc, mc, m/b, b/b, F/f, humiliation)
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Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 16:10:02 -0500
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TEACHER - PART TWENTY-FIVE

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

Annette reluctantly joined her mother in what she
still thought of as her parent's bedroom though her
father no longer slept there and Cody Wilson had taken
his place beside her mother.  Already ashamed and
totally embarrassed, she didn't really want to talk
anymore about what was going on in her life, and
especially with her mother though she did love her
mother and they'd always had a close and trusting
relationship.  It was only because she knew that her
mother cared about her that she agreed to join her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Antoinette patted
beside her as she smiled reassuringly up at her
teenage daughter.  "So, did Billy say why he wanted
you to shave your hair off?" she asked, starting with
something she figured would be less emotional.

"He said it would make my  . . .  my labia easier to
see for the video."

"The video?"

Annette's lower lip quivered.  "He  . . .  he took a
picture of me shaving myself, and  . . .  and-."  The
tears began to flow.

"There, there," Antoinette said, taking her daughter
in her arms.  "Just take a deep breath and take it
slow.  We have lots of time, all the time you need. 
And you know no matter what I love you."

"Oh, Mommy!  He's been taking pictures of me, ever
since the first day, of us, of me, of everything,
video pictures and still pictures."

"My poor darling," she sympathized, stroking her
daughter's beautiful, long, curly hair.  She knew the
man was scum the minute she saw him.  All black men
were scum.

"And he's been making me do things, bad things."

"Has he hurt you?"

"No, not really.  He's mean sometimes, but that's just
the way he is, the way all black people are toward
women, you know."

"So what sort of things has he made you do?"

"Pose naked  . . .  play  . . .  play with myself  . .
.  have intercourse with him  . . .  and last Sunday
suck his thing."

Antoinette didn't know what to say.  She'd suspected
they'd been necking up in her room, but she'd had no
idea things had gone that far.  She was only fourteen!
 Her anger and natural instinct to protect her young
welled up in her.  "Does he know about the baby?"

"Yes.  I told him last Sunday."

"And how does he feel about it?"

"He was angry at first, said that it was my fault for
not having taken birth control pills, but, but, I
never expected to be having sex with a man, not yet,
and not a black man," she sobbed, her tears
overflowing once again.

"It's not your fault, darling," Antoinette comforted,
drawing her close.  "Did he force himself on you that
first day he arrived?"

"Well, he didn't exactly force himself."

"What do you mean?"

"I, well, I wanted it," Annette confessed.  "I wanted
to do it."  Antoinette could relate to that as
irrational as it was for her fourteen-year-old
daughter to want to have sex with a
twenty-five-year-old black man.  She'd felt the same
way about Cory the very moment she'd laid eyes on him.
She still did.  Now that was irrational.

"At first it was real nice.  I mean I so enjoyed it, a
lot.  Is that wrong?"

"No, of course not.  Sex is a very powerful and very
wonderful experience," Antoinette replied, thinking of
her own experiences lately.

"You and Cory are having sex, aren't you?"

"Yes," she confessed, and it was not because of some
subconscious prodding to be honest.  They would all
have to know sooner or later, and if knowing now
helped Annette deal with her pregnancy, that was fine
with her.

"It's Cory's baby that you're having."

"It is."

"Does he know?"

"I told him tonight.  He's very happy about it, of
course.  All men want to have children.  I'll, I'll
have to tell your father at some time."

"Do you have to?"

"We have an honest relationship.  I owe it to him to
tell him the child in my womb is not his."

"Why is this happening to us?"

"I really don't know, but there is a reason for
everything.  Maybe  . . .  maybe it is God's way of
testing us.  Do you like this man Billy?"

"Yes, yes I do, despite how he treats me.  When  . . .
 when we're making love it is wonderful, like you
said."

"Well then, don't you worry.  Things will all turn out
in the end.  They always do.  You just have to have
faith."  Drawing her daughter to her, she stroked her
back and Annette snuggled in closer, seeking her
mother's protection and comfort like she did when she
was upset as a child.  Their naked breasts pressed
against each other.  "You are a very beautiful girl. 
You'll have a beautiful child."

"At least you and I will have a child together,"
Annette said with a weak smile.

"Yes, we will," Antoinette replied, returning the
smile.

She kissed Annette on the cheek.  It was salty with
her tears.  Annette wrapped her arms about her mother
more tightly, pressing her firm, budding breasts
against her mother's larger, softer ones.  She ran her
fingertips over her mother's belly, above the child
inside her.  Closing her eyes, Antoinette caressed her
daughters back as she slowly ran her other hand up her
left thigh.

Down the hall, Anton and Francois twisted and turned,
unable to sleep.  "Anton," Francois finally said
softly as he rolled over to face his brother.  "Are
you asleep?"

"No.  I can't sleep."

"Me neither."

"You excited about Mom having another baby?"

"Yeah.  I guess."  He debated if he should share his
suspicion with Francois.

"And Annette.  What relation would her baby be to us?"

"Nephew if it's a boy.  Niece otherwise.  We'd be
uncles."

"That'd be cool."

"Yeah.  I guess."

There was an awkward pause and each thought about
things unsaid.  "You know, the stuff we've been doing
in the park. . . ."

Anton paused for a long time before rolling over to
face his brother.  "Yeah?"

"Do you like it?"

Anton paused another long time.  "Well, yes, and no."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I like it when we're doing it, when, well Bob
is doing me.  I mean, it feels good.  But I don't like
the way he looks down on us, or treats Dad.  And
after, when we get home, I feel all guilty and dirty
and hate having done it, but then the next day I look
forward to doing it again."

"I feel so the same," Francois admitted with relief. 
"How can it feel so good that you wish you could do it
every day, but make you feel so guilty at the same
time?"

"I dunno.  Because it's wrong maybe.  Maybe because
we're keeping it a secret.  Like when we were little
and stole a cookie.  It tasted great, but we felt
guilty doing it."

Seeing that his brother was near tears, he put his arm
about him and hugged him.  Francois snuggled in closer
to him.  "Why is it wrong?"

"Well, men and boys shouldn't be doing that sort of
stuff together.  It's against the law."

"What about boys and boys?" Francois asked, thinking
of the time Cory and Terry had done things with them.

"Well, that's different," Anton replied, thinking of
Cory's party.  "It's not against the law.  But a lot
of people don't think guys should do sex stuff
together."

"Even if it feels good?"

"Yeah."

"You feel that way?"

Again there was a long pause.  "No," Anton said softly
though a part of him wanted to say yes.

"My bumhole is so feeling itchy."

Antoinette gently caressed her daughter's breasts. 
She had nice breasts for fourteen, firm and round and
sitting high on her chest, just like hers were at that
age.  Soon they would be filling with milk and the
nipples becoming extra sensitive, which if it was
anything like it had been for her, would make her
extra horny.  She ran her finger tips over Annette's
right nipple ever so gently, as only a woman knows how
to do.  Men are always so rough.

Annette trembled at the touch of her mother's
fingertips over her nipples, so soft and gentle, so
loving, not like Billy's touch.  Ripples of pleasure
flowed out from them through her breasts.  She ran her
hand up from her mother's round belly to her breasts. 
They were large and full, and still firm, nice breasts
considering she was forty.  Most of her friends'
mothers had sagging breasts or no breasts at all.  Her
mother was good looking, and many of her friends had
said so.  She copied her mother, running her finger
tips over the nipples ever so lightly, and she felt
them quickly grow firm.  She was glad she was a girl. 
As her mother gently kissed one breast and then the
other, she caressed her mother's shoulders, delighting
in her gentle caresses and kisses of love.  A new
thrill ran though her breast as her mother nibbled on
her aroused nipple, and then ran her tongue around the
areole before slipping her lips over it and gently
sucking.  She wondered what it was going to be like to
have a baby sucking on her breasts in another eight
months, and what it would feel like to squirt milk out
of those tender, sensitive nubs.

As she sucked on her daughter's nipple, Antoinette
slowly ran her hand down over her slightly bulging
belly to her thighs.  She caressed them with the same
gentle, loving touch, and she smiled as her daughter
squirmed with pleasure.  She remembered as a young
girl how she and her girlfriends would pretend one was
the boy and the other would close her eyes and the
"boy" made gentle love to her just like they read in
romance novels they kept hidden under the bed and
shared with each other.  She wondered if men ever were
so gentle and so patient as they were in books.  Her
experience had been that men got aroused far too fast
and wanted to move on from foreplay much too soon, not
like the play she and her girlfriends used to engage
in as they dreamed of the day they'd give themselves
to their lovers.  She ran her hand up to Annette's
recently shaved pubes.  The hair was short but still
silky.  She gently slipped her fingers lower.  Her
labia were partially swollen and Antoinette trembled
with excitement and growing delight as she cupped her
hand between her daughter's legs and rubbed gently.

Wanting to please her mother and delighting in her
gentle touch, Annette wiggled down and ran her tongue
over her mother's breasts and over her nipples as her
mother had done to her.  She fastened her lips about a
nipple and sucked gently, as she must have done a babe
only fourteen years ago.  It gave her a thrill of
arousal to be sucking on those large, beautiful
breasts again, and she hoped she'd have breasts so
full and firm when she was her mother's age.  She ran
her right hand down over the curve of her mother's
swelling belly to her long, silky hairs, the same
reddish brown as her own.  She dared to reach further,
to run her fingers over her mother's pussy as her
mother had done to her, wanting to give her the same
pleasure.  Her lips were swollen and as she caressed
them, her mother squirmed with the erotic stimulation
and she reached around her daughter and caressed her
buttocks firmly and with growing arousal.

Wiggling down again, Antoinette once more kissed her
daughter's breasts and her nipples, and then slowly
worked her way lower, kissing just below her breasts,
her narrow waist, her delicate, beautiful little belly
button, her smooth, shapely thighs.  Inhaling deeply,
she dared to kiss those lower lips, and encouraged by
her daughter's sharp intake of breath and squirms of
delight, she ran her tongue over the swollen folds
which quickly parted.  She ran her tongue over the now
parted lips and over the sensitive clit, causing her
daughter to moan with delight and her cunt to begin
throbbing as it speeded the production of her female
juices.  Her own cunt was swollen and wet.

Just talking had gotten Anton hard, which was not
unusual.  Hard was the usual state of the
twelve-year-old's penis.  When Francois confided that
his bumhole was itchy, neither brother needed to say
anything more.  Stacking their pillows in the middle
of the bed, Francois lay on his back with his buttocks
raised on the pillows and his legs spread.  Anton
knelt between his younger brother's outspread legs,
and using his spittle for lube as he'd learned at
Cory's party, he slowly inserted his slender, three
inch dick up his brother's anxiously awaiting rectum. 
It was only three inches, but it felt wonderful to
young Francois, and he clamped his anus shut about the
hot, hard nail as Anton began to work his hips to and
fro.  His own little cocklet, the same size as his
twelve-year-old brother's, was hard, and it twitched
and jerked in the air as ripples of pleasure pulsated
through his rectum and up the slender shaft of his boy
cock.  Reaching down, he stroked himself as his
brother fucked him, and as he looked up into his
brother's face the two boys smiled.  On impulse, Anton
leaned forward and kissed his brother tenderly in
thanks for letting him fuck him, and because he loved
him.  Francois returned the kiss, his dick throbbing
with even greater arousal.  Their lips locked, Anton
thrust his hips to and fro rapidly, the friction of
his little nail head sending shards of pleasure
through it.  So locked in their pleasure, neither boy
saw the figure standing in the doorway.

Twisting around so they were head to toe, Annette
snuggled closer to her mother and inhaling
uncertainly, she tentatively ran her tongue over her
mother's swollen, moist labia.  To her surprise she
found her mother's lubricant delightful, not at all
like Billy's spooge.  She inhaled deeply again,
delighting in that erotic fragrance of a woman
aroused, and began to lick her mother's cunt as
eagerly and as lovingly as her mother was licking
hers, causing her slick juices to flow all the faster.
 Love and tenderness quickly turned to lust as their
clits sent shards of pleasure through their groins
each time they were licked, and mother and daughter
lapped at each other's dripping cunts like kittens at
a plate of milk, smearing their lips, their chins, and
their cheeks with each other's hot, sticky cunt juice.
 They caressed each other firmly now, almost
desperately as they ground their hips into each
other's face, their breathing loud and irregular. 
Thrills of arousal bolted through their swollen flesh
as they tongued each other's clits and wiggled their
tongues between swollen labia, pleasing each other in
a way only one woman can please another.

Anton's breathing was laboured too as he thrust his
hips to and fro, fucking his brother rapidly, now for
the pure pleasure it brought his throbbing, aching
little boy cock.  Francois tightened his legs about
his brother's waist and threw back his head, his lips
parted with pleasure also as his anus throbbed hotly
and burned with pleasure and his little dicklet itched
with a sweet pain as he tugged on it.  The pleasure
they were feeling was not new, but it was unique in
that they were both doing what they wanted to without
coercion or fear, and that made it all the better. 
Yes, there was doubt and shame, even as their bodies
trembled with the waves of pleasure pulsating out from
their union, the two boys having been raised in a
Christian household with Christian values which were
supported and supplemented daily at their private
school.  Boys having pleasure with each other was
wrong according to their deeply held beliefs and those
of their peers, and yet they knew first hand the
delight it brought them.  And so it was with those
mixed emotions that Anton shuddered with his
ejaculation and his delight, his quick and watery
spurts squirting up his kid brother's rectum, and
Francois in turn trembling with his own dry orgasm and
delight, the result of having his ass fucked and from
stroking himself.  The two boys finally stopped
bucking on the bed and lay there, Anton above Francois
and between his legs, their thin chests rising and
falling with their exertion and pleasure.

"That was so great," Francois sighed as his brother
finally rolled off him.  "Thanks."

"It was great," agreed Anton, his breathing still
laboured.

The shadow that had been watching hesitated for a
moment and then slipped into the room.  The two boys
looked up suddenly in surprise and fear, and their
looks quickly turned to shame and embarrassment. 
Having no clothes to cover themselves with and laying
on top of the bed sheets, they could do nothing but
lie there.  "That's all right," Julius whispered
softly.  "I didn't mean to frighten you.  There's
nothing to be ashamed about.  There is nothing wrong
with what you just did."  He sat on the bed beside
them.  "When guys are aroused, they need to have their
needs satisfied.  That is the way guys are.  Actually,
I'm glad to see the two of you have no problem with
helping each other out that way."  Being naked, Julius
could not hide the fact he was aroused and had needs
that very moment, the result of having seen his two
sons fucking, and which had prompted him to enter
Anton's room instead of returning to Jason's.  His two
sons could not help but notice his arousal.

"Do me," Anton said as he looked up at his father with
his big brown eyes.  The look on his face and the tone
of his soft alto voice was a combination of a
directive, a request, and an offer.

Having been unable to sleep what with the conversation
earlier that evening, Julius had finally gotten up to
talk to his wife, about her pregnancy and how she felt
about having another of his children at this stage of
their marriage, and of course about their daughter and
her pregnancy and what they were going to do about it.
 Finding the door closed and hearing the laboured
breathing and groans inside that could only be caused
by one thing, he'd jumped to the conclusion, as
ridiculous as it was, that she and Cory were engaged
in what he could only describe as something vile and
disgusting.  Just as he was about to barge in, he
heard the unmistakable voice of his older daughter. 
It was evidently some female thing she and her mother
were engaged in, maybe something to do with their
pregnancies, that breathing practice thing that some
men, certainly not him, participated in with their
wives so they could be part of the birth process. 
Relieved and ashamed of his suspicion, but still wide
awake and upset, he'd continued down the hall.  The
sounds coming from Anton's bedroom were just as
unmistakable, and the boys having not closed their
door, he found this time his suspicion was correct.

At first he'd been angry and sickened at finding his
two sons engaged in a perverted, faggot act, and two
and a half months ago he would have stopped them and
punished them.  A lot had happened these past nine
weeks, especially to the two of them, and his initial
response, the result of his own upbringing and
deep-seated beliefs that still held sway over him, was
replaced by a more moderate one, one of compassion and
empathy, the response of a loving father.  They were
his sons whom he loved dearly, and like himself,
victims.  For that reason he had lingered at the door
and when they'd finished, had decided to enter, to
assure them what they were doing was not something to
be ashamed of.  There was another reason.  Watching
them had gotten himself highly aroused.

Knowing what he was about to do was illegal and
immoral, Julius nonetheless nodded and motioned for
Anton to assume the position Francois had only minutes
earlier.  As he knelt between his twelve-year-old
son's outspread legs, he knew he should not be doing
what he was about to do, but he could not ignore the
look on his son's face as he'd looked up at him, nor
the throbbing desire between his legs, nor the fact
that if he really believed what he'd just told his son
then to refuse his offer would be telling his son he
didn't really believe in what he'd just said.

Working up a mouth of spittle, Anton spit in his hand
and smeared his slime over his father's cockhead and
worked it into his quivering, aching opening, which
was just as itchy for a fucking as Francois' had been.
 He pushed out and stretched open his anus as he felt
his father's firm knob pressing against his hole, and
he sighed with the same pleasure as Francois had as he
felt the knob pop into his hole, and then his father's
hard, hot cock slowly penetrated him.  Accustomed to
being fucked by Bob Moser's seven-inch cock, and often
dry, Anton had little difficulty accommodating his
father what with his spit for lube, in that he was
eager for a fucking, and in that his father's dick was
more slender than Bob Moser's.  Julius trembled with
the pleasure of having a hot, moist chamber finally
enveloping his cock again, it having been over a month
since he'd fucked his wife.  He found himself
delighting in his twelve-year-old son's eager,
pulsating rectum as much as he'd delighted in his
wife's cunt in the past.  He began to work his hips to
and fro slowly, wanting to be gentle with his son and
wanting to enjoy the pleasure, but it felt so good and
he was feeling so horny, he soon picked up the pace. 
He closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt the ripples
of stimulation throb about his cockhead and then up
the core of his cock as he pumped it in and out of his
son's hot, moist, throbbing hole just as his son had
done to his kid brother minutes earlier.

Taking advantage of his father's absence, Julian
reached down and stroked his limp cock.  It had only
been a week and a half since his father had begun
sleeping with him, but it seemed more like a month
since he'd been able to lie back and have a nice, long
wank in his own bed.  Closing his eyes, he thought of
Stacey Cosher, his girl, the big busted
sixteen-year-old daughter of Calvin Cosher, the
Chairman of the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys Board
of Trustees, and who attended the Gladys Harper
Private School for Girls with his sisters.  He thought
about the two of them necking out at Make Out Point on
Henderson Drive.  He thought of the times he'd kissed
her lips and had caressed those big boobs under her
sweater.  Slowly pulling back his foreskin and pushing
it back up over his knob, he thought about the day
she'd stroke him as part of their foreplay before they
screwed.  He imagined it was her hand as he shook his
limp dick and fiddled with the knob.  He thought of
the day he'd fuck her, which had to be any day now
from the way she looked at him and from the groping
she'd allowed him.  Frustrated with his lack of
response, he shook his cock and rubbed the knob
vigorously.  He was still limp as when he'd begun
despite the fact he hadn't jacked off for ages.  In
fact the last time he'd cum had been that embarrassing
night a week ago when he'd shot off a load without
even touching himself when his dad's hairy ass had
brushed against his butt.

Juliette, unable to sleep either, and taking advantage
of her older sister's absence, crept out of her room
and down the hallway, down past the closed door of her
parent's bedroom, past her brothers' bedrooms, to the
family room.  There, wedged between the cushions on
the sofa where he'd left them when he'd stripped after
coming home, was the object of her late night
excursion.  Feeling a tingle of excitement and arousal
as she grabbed them and bunched them up into a ball,
she hurried back to her room before anyone saw her. 
Laying down on Annette's bed, she brought the
underwear to her nose and inhaled deeply.  As she
reached down and began to stroke herself between the
legs, she rubbed the used briefs over her cheeks and
then down over her smooth, flat chest.  Her breasts
still had the pads of baby fat and as she rubbed the
soiled underwear over them and her nipples, her
nipples tingled and grew firm, sending strange,
unbefore felt ripples of pleasure through her little
girl mounds.  She buried her nose in the used
underwear and inhaled deeply as her fingers continued
down over her flat stomach and smooth pubes to the
slit below.  Rubbing her young, hairless cunt and
finding her clitoris and fingering it, she trembled
with the strange new pleasure.

Spreading apart her legs, she played with herself in
innocent exploration, seeking the same intense
pleasure as she'd felt the last time she'd sought out
their boy guest's underwear and fiddled with her
privates.  Rubbing her little pussy more firmly, she
delighted in the ripples of pure pleasure that
pulsating out from her little cunt and through her
naked body.  As she sniffed his underwear thoughts of
the night Cory had taken her out on Halloween, and the
phenomenal collection of candy people had given the
two of them, filled her mind.  She, like Francois,
who'd made the same haul with Cory later, was
enamoured by the family's young guest. 

Annette and Antoinette were squirming and quivering
like two insane women as they desperately sucked and
licked each other's hot, throbbing cunt, their lips,
chin and cheeks glistening with each other's cunt
juices which were now flowing copiously from their
aroused pussies.  They ran their tongues over the
groove between each other's labia and opened their own
labia up to the other's tongue.  Antoinette pressed
her lips against her daughter's hot, juicy cunt lips
and inserted her tongue as far as she could into the
slimy, hot cavity.  Finding her clitoris, she darted
her tongue at it as a snake darts out its tongue,
sending her daughter into spasms of ecstasy and her
cunt to produce still more juice.  As she felt her
daughter copying her, pressing her lips against her
cunt and inserting her tongue as she'd just done, and
then licking her gaping, dripping slit and tonguing
her clit, Antoinette gasped and quivered with the same
spasms of desire as her daughter.  Reaching their
climaxes simultaneously, they groaned and quivered
with the intense pleasure throbbing through their
groins and shooting up their vaginas.  They bucked
their hips to and fro and twisted on the bed, their
hands caressing each other rapidly and disjointedly,
rubbing each other's firm butts, massaging each
other's back, and kneading each other's buttocks. 
Arching their backs and burying their heads between
each other's legs, they sucked and licked each others
dripping pussies furiously as wave after wave of
orgasm rippled through their groins.

Down the hall Julius was panting and gasping also as
he grasped Anton's hot little body tightly and thrust
his hips forward one last time.  His cum spurted out
of his stiff, aching cock with such force he would not
have been surprised to see it spurting out the boy's
mouth.  Spurt after spurt shot out of the burning tip
of his throbbing cock, filling his twelve-year-old
son's ass.  It felt even better than the last time
he'd had sex with his wife.  He groaned with the
pleasure of his violent ejaculation in unabashed
ecstasy.  As he looked down at the flushed, contented
face of his son and his son smiled as he looked back
up at his father, and as Francois sat there beside the
two of them witness to their ecstasy, the three knew
what Julius had said about there being no shame in two
guys having sex was true.

By then Juliette was rubbing her little hairless cunt
vigorously, pressing the four fingers of her hand
against the swollen lips and working her open hand up
and down between her legs, causing her labia to burn
and throb with that strange combination of pain and
pleasure and to ache for that ultimate conclusion. 
She felt the growing tension between her legs that
she'd felt at the beginning of the week, causing her
to rub all the more firmly as she buried her nose in
the warm, used underwear and inhaled deeply.  She
sought out that single spot toward the top of her
crack that she'd discovered sent particularly sharp
shivers of delight through her aching, swollen cunt
and through the rest of her body, and finding it, she
rubbed it vigorously until groaning and thrusting her
hips in the air, the seven-year-old reached the second
climax of her young life.

Down the hall, Jason finally gave up, unable to
achieve an erection no matter how sexy and dirty his
thoughts had been, and nowhere near bringing himself
off.  It had to be the tension of the night, and his
worries about if he'd ever make out with Stacey
Cosher, and of his father coming back and catching him
playing with himself.  Those had to be the reasons.

And, through it all, Cory Wilson slept the deep,
blissful sleep of the blessed and dreamed the sweet
dreams of a thirteen-year-old boy.  The thoughts and
desires triggered by the copper headband proceeded now
on their own, following their own natural path and no
longer needing the guidance of a conscious mind, as
the creator of the headband had intended.   

*****

Thanks to Billy for suggesting the lesbian scene
between mother and daughter, and Anthony for
suggesting the action involving Julius and his two
sons.  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, Father Henry, and
Calvin Coster and his daughter Stacey.  Player
characters created by readers so far are Dominic,
Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, 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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