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Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2005 04:10:03 -0500
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TEACHER - PART TWENTY-SEVEN

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	Stopping at the Gilles's residence that Saturday
afternoon to pick up Cory and his suitcase, Matt
Wilson was surprised when the couple greeted him at
the door stark naked and totally unconcerned about
their nakedness.  Even more of a surprise was to hear
that Cory had been no trouble whatsoever, and that the
couple were going to miss having him around.  Mrs.
Gilles actually looked like she was going to cry.  As
they headed straight out to the airport to pick up
Cory's mother, Cory explained that the Gilles's were
nudists.  Asked how he felt about that, Cory gave a
nonchalant shrug as if it was of little importance. 
Knowing how carefree his son was that wasn't
surprising.  Also knowing how impulsive and trying he
could be, Matt Wilson was genuinely surprised he
hadn't gotten into any trouble and he knew that they
owed the Gilles big time for looking after him for
three weeks, much longer than he and his wife had
expected.  He also knew that he would have to see Cory
was properly rewarded for his good behaviour and for
being left with the Gilles for so long.
	It was a warm and touching family reunion at the
airport.  Marian Wilson was delighted to see her
family, as they were delighted to see her.  She also
felt the same way as her husband regarding repaying
the Gilles for helping them out, and for rewarding
Cory.  Knowing how he liked to goof off and how he
tested the limits on every rule, she was also
surprised there had been no incidents while living
with Julius Gilles, whom she'd come to understand from
overhearing the conversation between Cory and his
friends was very strict and even sarcastic, and not
exactly well liked by his students.  Even though she
had wanted to help her aunt and repay her for her many
kindnesses to her, and she'd been looking forward to
spending some time with her, she'd been hesitant about
Cory's solution.  Things had evidently worked out
though, and she knew she owed her son for having come
up with this solution all on his own.  They began by
going out to Tony Roma's for one of Cory's favourite
meals, barbequed ribs and chicken, and treating him to
a double fudge brownie for dessert.
	The next afternoon, Cory met Billy down on the corner
and the two of them, with Billy's friend Juan Carlos
from Puerto Rico, headed over to the Gilles, knowing
that Julius and Julian were at soccer practice. 
Although she was not pleased to see Billy nor his
Hispanic friend, Antoinette was delighted to see Cory
even though he'd only been gone twenty-four hours. 
The two of them headed directly to the master bedroom,
much to the amusement and snickering of both Billy and
Juan, who headed up to see Annette.  Their father and
bother away, their kid sister over at her best
friends, and their mother and sister now occupied for
the next hour, Anton and Francois took advantage of
the situation and headed for Anton's room and closed
the door.
	"This is my friend, Juan, and this is the white bitch
I told you about that is carrying my baby," Billy said
by way of introduction.  It had been a week and a half
since he'd last seen her, and then he'd sent her down
to help her mother in the kitchen and she still had no
idea why he'd shown up, unaware of course of the video
cameras he'd installed in each of the bedrooms.  The
last time the two of them had done anything was the
Sunday before that, when she'd told him she was
pregnant and she'd given him a blow job after he'd
blown up at her for getting knocked up.  She was
disappointed he had come with a friend.  As much as
she loathed being with him, and as much as she was
mistreated by him, she did love him.  He was, after
all, the first and only person she'd ever had sex
with, and she was carrying their baby.
	"She is a sweet thing," Juan said as he leered at
her.  She of course was naked and he did nothing to
hide his lust as he stared at her.  "Billy tells me
you give great head."
	She looked up at Billy questioningly.
	"To give head means to suck cock, you dumb bitch." 
The look on her face reflected the hurt from his sharp
comment.
	"Oh man, she is innocent," Juan observed as if she
wasn't even there.
	"Yeah, but I'm changing that," said Billy as he took
out his digital camera, and while she was distracted
by Juan, turning on the hidden video recorder. 
Annette looked over at him.  He couldn't possibly be
planning on another photo session.  What was there
left for him to take pictures of?  "Okay, baby, show
Juan how good you can give head."  Annette stared over
at Billy, or more appropriately directly into the
camera as he began shooting, and then up at Juan who
was leering down at her.  He was about the same age as
Billy, around twenty-five, with smooth, swarthy skin
and dark black hair and dark eyes and a greasy, sexy
look about him.  Many girls would find his dark looks
attractive, but Annette, like the rest of her family,
disliked Hispanics almost as much as her family
despised blacks.
	"Com'on baby," Juan said, flashing her a smile.  He
had good teeth, white and straight, and they
contrasted with his brown skin.  "I got some protein
for you and your baby."
	As Annette slowly dropped to her knees and dejectedly
pulled down Juan's fly, knowing she was not going to
have a choice and that the sooner she did what was
expected of her the sooner it would be over, her
mother had already pulled down Cory's, and had removed
his jeans, underwear, and runners and was caressing
his back and backside as he lay on top of her.  She
was eager too, but for a totally different reason. 
She knew they only had a short time together.  Of
course she was naked, and as Cory squeezed and
caressed her breasts, and without knowing what Billy's
intention had been bringing Juan, he wondered if he
should bring Ben over some time and let him play with
some real breasts.  It was only a momentary thought. 
Turning his attention to her swelling stomach and her
pussy, he wondered how long they'd be able to continue
fucking, and if when he came if his stuff spurted over
the baby.  That idea was hot and he instantly popped a
boner.  Of course when you are thirteen, it does not
take much to pop a boner.
	As Cory knelt between Antoinette's legs and expertly
stuck his stiff young cock up her pussy having been
screwing her now for almost seven weeks, in the room
up the hall Anton was lying on his back and spreading
his legs also.  Francois knelt between them and
prepared to slip his little preteen dicklet up his
brother's ass.  Ever since he'd returned home from the
party at Cory's the previous afternoon Anton had
thought about getting fucked by his kid brother, and
the more he'd thought about it the more he'd ached to
have his little cock up his ass.  Actually, he had
ached to have any cock up his ass.  He had no idea
what had come over him.  All yesterday afternoon and
all last night, and all Sunday morning he'd thought
about nothing else.  He'd loved getting fucked
yesterday.  He'd loved it more than anything he'd ever
done.  Unlike the times he'd been done by Cory
earlier, or the times he'd been done in the park by
Bob Moser, he'd enjoyed having his ass stuffed with
another guy's cock not just while it was happening,
but when he thought about it later also.  He also
loved getting his rectum filled with a guy's stuff,
and that it was filthy and perverted made him love it
even more.  He could not explain it, but he loved
being used for another guy's pleasure.  He loved it so
much his anus had ached to be stretched by his brother
last night, and if Francois hadn't fallen asleep
before he'd gotten the courage to ask him, he'd
probably have asked him to do it.
	Up until Friday night he'd been eager to have it done
to him at the time it happened, but he'd always felt
guilty and filthy afterward.  Friday night and
yesterday he'd felt no guilt at all.  He'd felt
elated.  He knew from the looks on the faces of the
others that they'd enjoyed fucking him, and that
enjoyment doubled his own.  Not only did it feel
wicked getting his ass fucked and his rectum filled
with cum, but it felt even more wicked knowing the
pleasure he'd brought the others.  He had no idea why
he suddenly felt that way, but he had no regrets.  It
was a lot better than moping about for the next day or
the next week feeling filthy and ashamed for having
done it, and for having enjoyed it like had happened
each time he'd had sex with Bob Moser, or when he'd
had sex at Cory's previous party.
	Francois of course knew nothing about what his older
brother had done at Cory's party, nor the change in
attitude that had come over him.  All the
nine-year-old knew was that it felt good when he
messed with his dicklet, and that it felt even greater
when he did stuff with someone else.  So, when Anton
had asked him if he'd fuck his ass he'd readily
agreed, not because he was under any influence from
Cory nor because he was being coerced into doing it
out of guilt or fear, but simply and plainly because
he was a nine-year-old boy who had discovered the joy
of having a cock.  So, when Anton had taken his dick
in his mouth and had sucked on it to get it hard, and
to get it slippery with his spit, it was far different
from being forced to have sex in the park.
	Now, as he worked his hips to and fro, fucking ass
for the first time instead of being fucked, he
quivered with the ripples of pleasure passing up his
stiff little dicklet and the nine-year-old knew why
Lane Spudder and Anthony had enjoyed fucking his ass
so much.  It felt awesome having his little dicklet
surrounded by hot, moist flesh pulsating all around
it, gripping it tightly as he eased it out, and
opening up to him as he shoved it in.  He smiled down
at his older brother as he screwed him for the first
time, and Anton smiled back at him, enjoying getting
screwed as much as Francois was enjoying doing it. 
That was good, because Francois planned on doing it
many times more in the future.
	Cory had the same thought as he humped Antoinette,
thrilling at the pulsating pleasure of his stiff cock
as he worked it in and out of her hot, dripping pussy.
 He had lost track how many times he'd fucked her now,
something few thirteen-year-old's can claim, but each
time was just as good as he remembered the first
being.  As he pumped his hips to and fro, he slipped
his lips about her right nipple and sucked on her tit
and licked her nipple, not just because he knew it
drove her wild and made her clench and unclench her
pussy about his aching boner, but because he liked
sucking tit.  He had to smile as he thought back to
the first time he'd ever sucked on her tits, and had
discovered that women don't just automatically produce
milk like he thought they did.  He was pretty naive
back then, but he was gaining more and more knowledge
each day, about sex, about himself, and about his
great-grandfather's headband.  Like right at that
moment he had taken it off and wasn't using it.  He
didn't need to use it with Antoinette.  She was hot
for him and for his cock and he knew she'd do anything
he wanted, and it had nothing to do with the band. It
had to do with being thirteen and horny and a great
fucker.
	The party had been like that too.  He hadn't used the
headband at all on any of his friends, nor on Kenneth
Ballard.  They'd all done what they'd done because
they were guys and they knew the joy of having sex. 
At first he hadn't used it on Anton either.  He knew
the only reason Anton was there was because the dork
was afraid what he'd do otherwise.  Living with him
for the past three weeks hadn't changed his opinion
about the spoiled, arrogant, snotty little brat.  He
knew Bob Moser and Lane Spudder disliked him and were
using him because of his father, which was the same
reason he'd first fucked the arrogant snob's ass. 
Over the past two and a half months, he'd come to know
that Anton Gilles was just as arrogant, just as
prejudiced, and just as much a prick as his father. 
So, when he'd used the band yesterday to make Anton
ache to be fucked, he did so without any guilt or
reservation, and he did it as much out of his hatred
for Anton as he did it so that the experience would be
one of the best for his friends.  That he was Julius
Gilles's son and he hated Julius Gilles more than
anything was just icing on the cake as his father
often said.  Of course what the thirteen-year-old boy
did not know at that time nor since was the power of
that trance, nor the power of his great-grandfather's
headband.
	Annette was another one whom he'd started off on the
road of depravity for much the same reasons. 
Initially he had used the band to make her sexually
attracted to Billy Dean, but that was over a month
ago, and it had been back when he'd just used it to
transmit his thoughts and make it seem like the
thoughts of the other person.  That effect had worn
off long ago.  What she was doing now was of her own
will and under her own control.  That she'd actually
fallen in love with the pimp and hustler he'd
introduced her to and had gotten knocked up by him was
all her own doing, not his.
	Unlike her younger brothers who were eagerly and
willingly engaged in sex at that very moment, one
because he had discovered the joy of sex with other
guys thanks to Cory and the other the result of the
deep trance Cory had put him in, she was neither eager
nor willing.  She eased her lips up and down the
filthy cock of the stranger she'd just met and sucked
on the stiff, throbbing tube of flesh because she knew
Billy would hit her or do something even worse, and
because Billy had told her to and she did want to
please him, and because she had no choice.  She was
not enjoying it, not at the moment, and she wouldn't
think back about it with any enjoyment either.  It was
a filthy, perverted act, an act that people like Juan
and Billy, ignorant, filthy, immoral immigrants,
engaged in.  A man's penis had only one purpose, and
that was not to be sucked, just as there was only one
act a woman and man should engage in, an act she and
Billy used to engage in.
	Juan of course was of no such mind as he stood there
in the fourteen-year-old girl's bedroom getting his
cock sucked.  Like Billy, he was of the opinion that
women were created for one purpose and one purpose
only, and that was to bring a man pleasure, whether
that was by cooking his food, having his baby, or
getting his rocks off in whatever way he wanted.  And,
when it came to spoiled little fourteen-year-old
middle-class white girls, that was even more so.  Sex
was great at any time, but even greater when the girl
was unwilling, and even greater when it was a young
white girl.  That Billy was taping it and that it
would be seen around the world tomorrow didn't really
matter to him.  Hell, he would have let Billy record
it even if Billy hadn't offered him a cut of the
profits just for the opportunity to get his cock
sucked off by Billy's newest bitch.
	Billy was right about her.  She did give good head. 
Of course considering it had been Billy who had taught
her that was no surprise.  He closed his eyes and
threw back his head in pleasure as his thick, brown
cock throbbed and he felt his nuts swelling, and it
wasn't acting for the camera.  It felt awesome.  He
sighed loudly and as he felt his cum about to gush up
the core of his cock, he told her he was coming.  One
thing he hated was when a bitch gagged at that peak of
pleasure.  Even though Annette knew and even though
she tried to swallow his thick, bitter spooge as fast
as he spurted it, she could not keep up and the thick,
creamy spooge flowed from between her lips and down
over her chin where it hung in pendants and then
dropped to land on her breasts and to ooze down them,
all caught on digital film by Billy and the hidden
cam.
	Cory was shooting his own load at that moment,
shooting it up Annette's mother's throbbing cunt.  He
trembled with the pleasure of shooting off a load, his
second that day, having woken up with a morning wood
and having jacked it off thinking about the party the
previous day.  He grasped Antoinette's quivering,
heaving body like a cowboy riding a bucking Brahma
bull, Antoinette having reached her own orgasm,
something she seldom failed to do when having sex with
Cory unlike when she'd had sex with her husband, which
was now well over a month ago.  She heaved her hips
upward and she gasped and panted for breath, her pussy
slick with her juices and throbbing hotly as her young
thirteen-year-old lover shot his watery cum up her
vagina and rode her heaving body.
	Anton and Francois were coming also, both dry,
Francois being too young to cum yet and Anton's balls
having drained yesterday and not yet fully recovered. 
The two brothers trembled and bucked with the ecstasy
of their orgasms, their little cocklets throbbing and
burning with that exquisite pleasure only boys know,
and Anton's asshole throbbing and burning with the
same pleasure as his cocklet.  By impulse and thinking
of the vid clip he'd seen yesterday, Anton wrapped his
arms about his kid brother and kissed him. 
	"Oh yeah, that was fucking good," Juan sighed as he
finally slipped his still stiff cock out of Annette's
mouth.  "You've got one talented woman here."
	"Taught her everything I know," Billy said with a
grin.
	"You still want to do what we talked about?"
	"Sure do."  Annette looked at Billy apprehensively
and then at Juan and back at Billy, a feeling of dread
added to her shame as she continued to kneel there on
the floor, her breasts and chin wet and sticky with
Juan's cum and her mouth still coated with the foul
slime.  "Juan's got a gift for you from me for doing
such a good job," Billy said.  Juan opened up the
leather suitcase he'd brought with him and took out an
emerald belly button ring.
	"My belly button isn't pierced," Annette said
innocently as she took the gift.  Juan's cum stuck to
her tongue and she found it difficult to speak
properly.
	"Not yet," Billy said with a grin as Juan picked up
his piercing gun.  "And we thought this would be a
great tattoo to remember the occasion by," he said,
handing her one of the pictures in Juan's case.
	While the Gilles's were enjoying themselves, Dominic
had gone for a Sunday afternoon stroll in Westbank
Park as he often did on the weekends, mainly to get
away from his sister.  She was particularly bitchy
having been left twiddling her thumbs at home Friday
night even though Kenneth Ballard had shown up on
Saturday night, which had been another awkward
forty-five minutes as Dominic was left with the
instructions to entertain him while his sister
purposefully dawdled up in her bedroom as punishment
for Kenneth not taking her out the night before, the
night that he'd spent at Cory's having sex with the
boys, including young Dominic. What do you say to your
sister's boyfriend after having fucked his ass the
night before?  And what do you say to your
girlfriend's kid brother while you sit there in the
living room waiting for her when the two of you had a
wild orgy the previous day and had fallen asleep naked
and in each other's arms?  As the two had done
previously, they pretended nothing had happened
between them while both unable to think about anything
else.  Considering their age difference and his
relationship with Dominic's sister, Kenneth was
particularly embarrassed and feeling guilty.
	To his surprise, Dominic spotted Kenneth and a few of
his friends playing football in the park, and he
stopped and sat down and watched.  He wished he was as
strong and muscular as Kenneth and that he was good at
some sport.  Maybe his dad would like him better if he
was more athletic.  Spotting Dominic a few minutes
later, Kenneth blew off his friends, telling them he
was tired from having a late night with Nicole, which
resulted in some good-natured teasing and ribaldry,
and walked over to the twelve-year-old boy.
	"Hi."
	"Hi."
	"What you up to?"
	"Just goin' for a walk."
	"I see."
	"You?"
	"Just tossing the ol' football around for a while."
	"I see."
	"You wanna toss a while?"
	"I don't know anything about tossing a football."
	"It's easy.  I'll teach you."
	"Yeah?" Dominic asked brightly.  He'd often wished
his father would spend time with him playing sports,
baseball, soccer, anything, but his father was always
too busy, and even if he wasn't, he wasn't about to do
something fun like that with him.  He envied guys
whose fathers took time for them, or who had older
brothers.  "I'm not very good at sports."
	"Hey, all it takes is practice.  Com'on."
	And so they tossed the ball back and forth.  Dominic
was not lying.  He didn't know how to throw, and he
was even poorer at catching, but Kenneth was patient
and began easy.  He loved all sports and especially
football and loved helping others learn the game,
especially elementary-age kids just starting to
discover the world of sports.  Besides, he liked
Dominic.  He was, he knew, a decent, honest kid. 
Dominic was just happy someone was paying attention to
him, and he tried to do his best to make Kenneth
happy, just like he always tried to make others happy
in his search for someone who would care about him
even if Kenneth pushed him around.  He knew that was
his sister's fault, and that deep down, Kenneth wasn't
the type of guy who bullied younger guys.
	An hour went by without either noticing.  Kenneth
then showed him a few tackling moves, but with him at
six-foot-two and two-hundred-and-twenty pounds and
Dominic at four-foot-seven and eighty pounds, Kenneth
didn't really need any special move to bring Dominic
to the ground, and Dominic needed a lot more weight
and muscle to bring down the William Cleaver Senior
High School quarterback.  Their tackle practice soon
became a playful wrestling match, which turned into a
tickling contest.  Another half hour went by quickly. 
Sitting on top of the muscular athlete, Dominic
reached under his arms and tickled, sending Kenneth
into convulsions of laughter. Bucking the slight boy
off, Kenneth rolled over top of him and tickled his
ribs until tears of laugher were trickling down his
face and his high-pitched voice squealed even higher. 
Kenneth suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the
lips, a lingering, loving kiss.  They looked into each
other's eyes with the same dazed gaze lovers reserve
for each other.  It was several seconds before they
realized what they'd done and the two immediately
turned red.
	"That's what you get trying to best me at tickling,"
Kenneth joked awkwardly.
	"Yeah, well, if I'd know that, I wouldn't have
tried," Dominic replied uncomfortably.  Getting kissed
had been a surprise, and, it had felt good.
	The two sat up on the grass and awkwardly glanced
anywhere except at each other.  Dominic didn't
understand why Kenneth had kissed him and sat there
feeling embarrassed and not knowing what to say.  Even
more difficult to understand was how good that kiss
had made him feel.  Kenneth was just as surprised at
what he'd done, and feeling guilty at the pleasure
he'd felt.
	"I guess I should be heading home."
	"Yeah, me too."
	They walked together in silence.  Although it was
slightly out of his way, Kenneth walked Dominic back
to his place.  "That was fun, this afternoon."
	"Yeah," agreed Dominic.  "A lot of fun."
	"Maybe we can do it again some time."
	"Yeah!  That would be so awesome!"
	"About what we did.  You know, the kiss thing.   That
was just a joke.  I wouldn't go around telling anyone
about it.  Certainly not your sister."
	"Hey, no way," agreed Dominic as he made a face.  The
two high-fived and as Kenneth continued on up the
street, Dominic floated up his walkway.  It had been
an awesome afternoon, one he'd relive a dozen times
that evening and as he drifted off to sleep, including
the kiss.  His sister's boyfriend had kissed him, and
it had been wonderful.
	Kenneth would think about the afternoon for the rest
of the day too.  It had been fun.  Of course he always
enjoyed teaching younger kids football, but this had
been special.  He liked Dominic.  He always had, even
when he'd pushed him around because of Nicole, which
he'd always felt guilty about afterward, and which he
especially felt guilty about now.  As he thought about
the afternoon, and about the kiss, he felt a ripple of
sexual arousal pass up his limp cock. Now that was
crazy!  He brushed the thoughts of Dominic out of his
mind guiltily and thought about the upcoming football
game, and when that didn't work, about the homework
assignment he still had to do for school, but his mind
kept returning to Dominic, and the kiss, with the same
physical response.  He'd kissed a twelve-year-old boy,
and not only that, the kid brother of his girlfriend. 
And he'd felt aroused while they'd done it!
	"A computer?" asked Cory in surprise.
	"You deserve one of your own," Matt Wilson said.
	"Maybe your friend Ben can suggest what would be a
good one to buy," Marian suggested.
	"Oh yeah, he's a whiz at that sort of stuff! 
Thanks!"
	"You've earned it," his mother responded with a
smile.  "And we've invited the Gilles's over for
Thanksgiving this Saturday."
	"Thanksgiving?"
	"Yes.  As our way of thanking them for letting you
live with them this past three weeks."
	"Thanksgiving, here, at our house, on Saturday."
	"Yes," Marian replied, her lips curling in amusement
with their surprise, but also sensing Cory's concern
like any good mother.  "Is there a problem with that?"
 
	"Ah, no.  Ah, you know, ah, well, that they're
nudists, the Gilles's."
	"So your father has told me," Marian Wilson said with
another smile.   Exactly what Matt had said about
seeing the couple nude she would not share.  Cory was
after all only thirteen, and they had been good enough
to look after him all this time.  Not everyone was
built like Mister and Mrs. Universe.  "Surely they
wear clothes when they go visiting others."
	"Well  . . .  maybe  . . .  most others maybe."
	"Most others?" his parents asked together, both
knowing there was something their son knew that he
wasn't telling them.
	"Well, they sort of think you're nudists too."
	"Why would they ever think that?" asked Matt Wilson,
voicing his wife's very same thought.
	"Well, I didn't want to embarrass them or nothing,
you know, being their guest and everything, and so,
well, when they explained they went about nude in
their house, well, I said we did too."
	Matt and Marian looked at each other, back at Cory,
and back at each other.  Cory had helped them out by
suggesting living with the Gilles, and under his
circumstances, they couldn't blame him for his little
white lie.  They had left him alone, for three weeks
with what were practically total strangers.  "Well, I
suppose we could pretend, for one evening."
	"Cool," Cory replied with relief.  He'd gotten out of
that one a lot easier than he'd expected.
	That Saturday he went to the mall with Ben, much to
Ben's delight, to check out the computers at Computer
Zone, a particularly fun pastime.  Just as much fun
was seeing Molly flashing her boobs and her pussy at
total strangers, even the mall's skanky old security
guard.  When he took her by the arm and escorted her
up the mall, neither boy felt sorry that she'd gotten
in trouble, and in fact they delighted in the
assumption he was going to be reprimanding her, and
probably reporting her to her parents.  It was just
punishment for the teasing and bullying she'd done at
Ben's expense.
	Seeing Molly had not been a surprise, Cory having
instigated her addition to exposing herself to the
most undesirable men and boys in Riverside.  Seeing
Anton in the men's washroom was.  The skinny
twelve-year-old was wearing a spiked dog collar with a
chain that looped down his right torso and under his
right arm and back up to the collar, two pendant, pink
crystal earrings, a tight, ripped beater-type T-shirt
which revealed his right nipple, which was sporting a
bell bar nipple piercing, and ripped tight jeans
showing off his assets, and the fact he wasn't wearing
any underwear.  Cory almost didn't recognize him, and
when he did, he didn't know what to say or think. 
Dressing up like that had certainly not been included
in the thoughts he'd had in his mind when he'd put
Anton in the cock-hungry/I-need-my-ass-fucked trance
on Friday, at least not that he was aware of. 
	The surprises continued with the arrival of the
Gilles that night.  Antoinette had phoned earlier to
confirm that it was a clothing optional evening, and
in courtesy to their hosts, the family had arrived
naked under their coats.  Anton sported in addition to
his earrings, dog collar and chain, not one but two
bell bar nipple rings and a narrow metal cock ring
besides.  He had been wearing them at home and to the
mall since Sunday, and under his school uniform during
the week except of course the earrings which the Royal
Glencoe Academy for Boys would never allow, and like
in the mall, minus his underwear.  He had also spent
every break and every noon lunch hanging out in the
boys' room and checking out the guys at the urinals.
	Annette was sporting an emerald belly button ring
which matched her emerald nose stud, which like Anton
she removed while at school, the Gladys Harper Private
School for Girls strictly forbidding any makeup or
jewellery, and she had a flame tattooed on her butt
cheek with the words "hot ass" encircling it.  The
accessories of both siblings had been the subject of a
long and heated argument at home the previous Sunday. 
Julius was infuriated and demanded they remove their
newly obtained jewellery and was ready to take Annette
to a doctor's and have her tattoo removed.  Her tears
and explanation that she'd had no choice, and that if
she did as her father was demanding Billy would just
do something worse next time only provided Julius the
justification for his prejudice and a prime example of
what happened when decent people associated with such
lowlife.  Anton's claim that he'd expressed an
interest in getting a piercing also after seeing his
sister, and that he'd selected his accessories himself
and had willingly participated in the piercing of his
ears only further supported his father's opinions. 
Antoinette, upset to see her innocent daughter
corrupted by the black pervert nonetheless understood
her position and supported her claim that they'd best
leave what was done be.  As for Anton, she was even
more upset in that he'd done what he'd done willingly,
but she didn't blame him.  He'd been becoming more and
more sullen and irritable like his father by the day,
and she placed the blame directly on him for not
having a better influence on his boys.  The upshot of
it all was that there was nothing either one of them
could do about Billy's Sunday "family special" other
than worry about what else he might have in mind for
Annette and Anton, or the others of their family, with
his next visit.
	Not really having anything in common, the pre-dinner
conversation was awkward and stilted.  Antoinette
confessed they were newbies at the nudism thing, and
Marian said they were too, wisely not telling her it
had been less than an hour.  Fortunately they did not
have to wait long for dinner.  Marian was an excellent
cook, and she and her husband assumed the Gilles's
were fond of food from their weight, which was true. 
Conversation went a bit easier, the meal putting
everyone in a good mood and giving them something in
common to talk about.
	Matt noticed that during the meal Francois and Julian
were covertly checking out his wife every chance they
got.  Considering they were boys and she had a good
figure for thirty-seven, he was not surprised.  Marian
also could not help noticing that Annette and Juliette
were checking out her husband on the sly too, and like
her husband, given their age and that he was handsome
in a mature way, she was not surprised either.  Both
noted that Antoinette was particularly attentive to
Cory, almost fawning, but then Cory was an outgoing,
personable young boy.  Little did they know that each
time she looked at them Antoinette wondered if she
should tell them she was carrying their son's baby,
and what they would think and do when they did find
out.  Cory, much too focussed on the turkey supper
with all the trimmings and thoughts of the pumpkin pie
with whipped cream for dessert, and having spent the
last three weeks with the Gilles, didn't really notice
the stolen glances.  Julius, embarrassed by the vulgar
display of his oldest daughter and middle son and
believing socializing with such common and unimportant
folk as Cory's parents a waste of time and beneath
him, had come under duress and was too occupied making
an impression to notice the behaviour of his family. 
His snooty, superior attitude did make an impression
on Cory's parents, which made them all the more sorry
for having made their son endure his company for three
weeks.  Matt and Marian were truly thankful when
supper was over and the Gilles's apologized for having
to leave so soon afterward.  It had been an intense
two hours, but it was over, and best of all, they
hadn't dropped anything hot in their lap.

*****

Thanks to Billy, Terry, and Absalom for suggesting the
action in this chapter.  What else would you like to
see happen?  What movies would you like Billy Dean to
produce?  What further fun and havoc can Cory create
with his growing awareness of the power of his
great-grandfather's headband?  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 Hanson and Jacob Schuller with a supporting cast
of Jonah, Lane, Nicole Halder, Molly and Nick, Elijah
Dean and of course Lad and the star of the series, Cory.


	

	
		
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