Message-ID: <52507asstr$1132737003@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=6K04fsE3XSnbG+X3uTX7PKEnZcGW+uEpc87vEZ2hcbZ5WHgeR98BgbDub7T3k1FBI0EpcFts8J3Jr4u4+M6UOGvPPr1DoNeqxHl8U6JofYeob+lJ01ZNSDFNnWmgJpP0goqb40lwqWENXnvtpHZVrOxsgxq8LSbqu8dVPavAGPU= ; X-Original-Message-ID: <20051123083555.71083.qmail@web51115.mail.yahoo.com> From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2005 03:35:55 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher - Part 27: (mc, nc, M/f, t/b, piercing) Lines: 704 Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2005 04:10:03 -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/Year2005/52507> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge 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. __________________________________________________________ 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+