Message-ID: <52449asstr$1131743402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <daemonway@yahoo.ca> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; q=dns; c=nofws; s=s1024; d=yahoo.ca; h=Message-ID:Received:Date:From:Subject:To:MIME-Version:Content-Type:Content-Transfer-Encoding; b=5WV4GocZZj40HcaEfv6Z4/4GbhRpQs8ZhJK72akgAUABgLINEGOVyGkYP0GfSXUPSV0AGB3dLQOrkwdyYmoXaN7Is9dADOCze9id/Up0jkWzrXnmwWc5ijIELwLqvYDYNvvPNKFZ7cbyQJV6t+rLjPVW5xHndNOq0C80X5ECc8M= ; X-Original-Message-ID: <20051111164732.26970.qmail@web51109.mail.yahoo.com> From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 11:47:32 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} ST: Teacher - Part 25" (nc, mc, m/b, b/b, F/f, humiliation) Lines: 705 Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 16:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52449> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr 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. __________________________________________________________ Find your next car at http://autos.yahoo.ca -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+