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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher - Part 47" (mc, Fm)
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Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2006 14:10:01 -0500
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TEACHER - PART FORTY-SEVEN

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	"So, ah, wouldja like a pre-dinner drink or
something?" Cory asked as he opened the mini bar in
the back of the stretch limo.  "They got all kindsa
stuff in here."
	"Why, yes.  A little aperitif to stimulate the
appetite would be nice, thank you."
	"I hope they got it," Cory observed as his eyes
scanned the bottles for aperitif.
	Antoinette smiled.  He was trying so hard to be so
sophisticated, and so far he was doing an admirable
job.  When he'd said he'd like to take her out for a
Valentine's dinner she'd offered to make them one at
home, but he'd insisted that he wanted to take her out
for a romantic evening.  What that meant to a
thirteen-year-old she wasn't sure, but she was
flattered and didn't really care where he was going to
take her.  Figuring they would likely go to some place
like Taco Bell or a pizza place, she wasn't sure what
she should wear.  She didn't want to overdress, but
she wanted to wear something special.  It was after
all their first date.  She decided on her black,
apricot and gold silk paisley dress with the bell
sleeves.  It was one of her favourites.  It went well
with her blue-green eyes and long, red hair and made
her look slimmer, and she hadn't worn it in along
time.  Julius felt it was too showy, and the neckline
too low.  It did show off her cleavage, and she did
have a lot to show, but Cory liked her breasts. 
Besides, it was one of the few dresses she knew she
could get into with her gain in weight.
	After trying several necklaces and earrings, she
decided that would be too formal so she opted to go
with none, and she kept the makeup to a minimum, a bit
of lipstick and a little eye shadow and liner.  When
Cory had shown up in a sharp two-button,
double-breasted, light grey suit with a pale lilac
shirt and a matching silk tie with a pearl tie pin and
pearl cufflinks, she was glad she'd chosen what she
had, and before going out she slipped back to the
bedroom to put on her pearl necklace and pearl
earrings, Christmas gifts from Julius.  She hoped
wherever Cory was taking her that they wouldn't laugh
at him for such formal attire.  He'd certainly
impressed her, and from the looks on the faces of her
family, he'd certainly impressed them.
	"Apricot brandy would be good," she suggested
helpfully, spotting it in the bar.
	"They got that," he said happily, having been unable
to spot a bottle of aperitif.  "You want pop to go
with that?"  He didn't know anything about liquor, but
he knew adults usually took pop or water with their
drinks.
	"Just ice," she said with a smile.  His sweet
innocence and honesty were two of the many things that
she loved about him.  That and being great in bed, she
thought with a smile.  Her hand went to her belly
swollen with their child and rubbed it, unaware of her
action.
	"Oh yeah, they got ice," he said happily.  Things
were going very well.  This was just like in the movie
he'd watched on television.  Well, he didn't exactly
watch much of it.  It was black and white and sortta
boring, but it was a famous romantic movie with this
smooth guy called Clarke something who had a moustache
sort of like Mister Schuller, and his mom had liked it
a lot, so he figured he should sortta watch some of it
for ideas since he wanted to do something special for
Antoinette for Valentine's and he knew she liked that
romantic stuff.  Plunking in the ice, he handed the
glass to Antoinette, and then after thinking a moment,
he opened a second of the little bottles and poured
himself one too.  "Here's to us, and the day heaven
smiled down upon me and I met you," he said raising
his glass and clicking hers just like in the movie. 
Or maybe that was one of the things he'd read in
Anthony's mother's romance novels the two of them
occasionally browsed through to see if they had any
"good stuff."
	Tipping the glass back, he took a long draught as he
would a glass of soda.  His eyes popped open in
surprise as he opened his mouth wide and began sucking
in air as he tried not to make a face or cough or
anything.  His mouth was so totally on fire and the
brandy had burnt all the way down his oesophagus to
his stomach like nothing he'd ever drank before.  He
could still feel the path it had taken.  As tears
welled up in his eyes he widened them even more in an
attempt to keep the tears in.  Raising the glass to
his lips again, he anxiously worked an ice cube into
his mouth.  "Mmm, mmm," he observed throatily as if in
appreciation, trying to clear his throat which just
made the burning all the stronger.  He sucked
desperately on the ice cube.
	"Yes, it's very nice," Antoinette said, taking
another sip and pretending not to notice his distress.
	So, you were only supposed to take little sips.  He'd
remember that next time, if his throat wasn't totally
destroyed.  This romance stuff wasn't as easy as it
looked.  While Cory recovered, Antoinette wondered
where he'd gotten the stretch limo, and how he could
have possibly paid for it on a thirteen-year-old's
allowance.  The limo had been actually only the last
of a string of surprises.  The first had been that
Julius had planned on going out tonight, Valentine's
night of all nights, with Julian and Francois.  Of
course she now knew why they were going out every
night so it really wasn't so much a surprise as it was
another disappointment.  Julius had totally lost all
interest in making love to her since she'd confronted
him with the picture, which was not that big a deal in
that he'd begun losing interest way back last
September she eventually realized, and after seeing
him having sex with another man she certainly had no
interest in having sex with him.  At first she'd hoped
confronting him would bring it out in the open and
he'd make some effort to stop going, or at least to
talk to her about it, but he'd continued going, every
single night, and got all irritated and angry when she
tried to bring the topic up, apparently just wanting
to ignore it.  Actually, other than providing him his
meals he totally ignored her.  He spent far more
attention to their dog Rocky than he did her.  Still,
she had hoped at least on that special day for lovers
he'd skip his rendezvous in the park.
	The second surprise had been Annette's unforseen
announcement about her engagement.  In one way she was
glad she was getting married considering she was four
months pregnant.  It was just too bad it was with that
nigger boy even if he was the father of her child. 
And there was that foolishness about marrying the Spic
besides, as if that was really possible.  She was only
fourteen, but surely she knew a girl couldn't marry
two men in this country.  Actually, to be very
truthful, she wished there was a law that forbade
marriages between races.  That was only marginally
better than the stigma of having a daughter who was
having a child out of wedlock.  On top of the marriage
announcement, there was the announcement both the
nigger and the Spic were moving in, and with the three
babies that they said were their children.  Julius had
nearly had a heart attack, not that she cared if he
did other than it would have ruined the evening she'd
been looking forward to.  She did have to admit the
idea of having Annette's two beaus in the same house,
eating off the same dishes, seen coming and going by
the neighbours, was disgusting and was going to be an
embarrassment.  She'd have to buy some air fresheners
tomorrow, and she'd have to laundry their bed sheets
separately from the rest of the family.  As for the
babies, as cute as they were, they were coloureds. 
They had better not expect her to be looking after
them.
	Then there was the conversation she'd overheard when
she'd gone past Juliette's room as Juliette had been
packing her Barbie bag to take over to her best
friend's house to play, the conversation in which
Juliette was telling Barbie that she knew she was
disappointed, but she'd better leave Ken's dirty
underwear behind.  Of course that could have been
because she'd overheard Barb Anders, her best friend's
mother, commenting that her youngest son's dirty
underwear was mysteriously disappearing from the
clothes hamper.  You never know what sort of things a
seven-year-old girl's imagination can dream up from
that.  Actually she felt like telling her to count her
blessings and to wait until her eight-year-old son was
Anton's age and stopped wearing underwear altogether,
or Julian's age and started wearing a bra and panties.
 She took another sip of brandy and pushed the
thoughts out of her head.  She wasn't going to let her
worries about her family spoil this special evening
with the father of her child.  That they were all
growing up weird wasn't a surprise considering their
father's habits.
	"So, where are we going for dinner?"
	"Gerard's French Restaurant."
	"Gerard's?"
	"Yeah."  Cory smiled at her evident surprise and
pleasure.  He knew her favourite type of food was
French, and Billy had said Gerard's was the best in
Riverside.  "They got a special five-course
Valentine's Day dinner.  I hope you're hungry."
	"That's wonderful," she said, reaching over and
placing a hand on his thigh and squeezing it.  "How
did you know I love Gerard's?"  Cory just smiled that
sweet, innocent smile that so turned her on.  She
squeezed his thigh harder, causing his dick to stir in
his sharply creased trousers.  Gerard's served
authentic French cuisine.  Julius had taken her there
a few times, for a couple birthdays, and once with the
kids at Easter.  That was years ago, and although he
admitted the food had been great, he'd complained
about the prices on a school teacher's salary so she'd
never suggested they go there again.  A five-course
meal had to be terribly expensive.  She rubbed Cory's
thigh appreciatively and he smiled back as his dick
began to swell.  This romantic stuff worked fast.  He
took a sip of his brandy.  It wasn't bad once you got
over the first gulp.
	The limo was a neat idea and he could see Antoinette
liked it.  That had been Billy's idea, and their
chauffer, Sangha, Chouan Sangha, a recent immigrant
from Cambodia and a friend of Billy Dean, had shown
him all the stuff it had inside, your own telephone
and TV, your own computer with wireless Internet even,
the mini bar and ice machine.  Billy had been a lot of
help in setting the evening up, in thanks for his help
on Friday, and after he'd gotten his rant over the two
cops out of his system again.  He was really steamed
up about it, as if they'd done something to him
personally, and he kept insisting that before he was
done he was going to have their balls.  One thing Cory
had learned in his association with Billy Dean was
that you didn't mess with the guy.
	Arriving at the restaurant, Sangha opened Cory's
door, and then Antoinette's, and wished them a good
dinner.  The feeling of importance was quickly
squashed when the maitre de of course addressed
Antoinette rather than himself as if he wasn't even
there, asking if she had a reservation, and handing
her the wine list rather than Cory.  Not wishing to
embarrass him and knowing she should limit her alcohol
intake being pregnant, she wisely chose 7-up while
Cory ordered coke.
	For appetizers Antoinette selected the twice baked
goat cheese souffle.  Cory wondered why they said it
was baked twice and why they hadn't just baked it
longer the first time, but in that there was no way he
was going to have that, he decided not to ask.  Goat's
cheese?  That sounded so gross.  Instead he selected
the escargot au basilic.  Actually he was hoping
they'd serve oysters but he didn't see it on the menu.
 Since the escargot stuff was served in the shell he
figured that might be close though, and it was served
with garlic butter which he figured would be
interesting, and besides, the name sounded cool.  He
studied his plate as the waiter placed it in front of
him.
	"These look like giant snails," he whispered with
amusement as he glanced at Antoinette as the waiter
left.
	"That's what escargot is," she whispered back.
	"I, ah, meant I'm surprised they still look like
snails, you know, in a restaurant this fancy, and
after they've been cooked and all."  Snails?  He
should have ordered the goat's cheese.  In that he
couldn't very well just sit there, he steeled himself
and tried to pick one up with the strange two-tined
fork he'd been given.  To his embarrassment it
skittered across the plate and almost over the edge. 
He definitely should have ordered the goat's cheese.
	"Do you mind if I try one?" Antoinette asked.
	"Heck no.  Go ahead."  Frankly she could try all of
them.
	He watched closely as she picked one up in the clamp
sort of thing that had come with them and speared the
fleshy part with the little narrow-tined fork and
twisted it out of its shell.  Taking the clamp and
fork, he copied her, not knowing of course she'd seen
his look of distaste and his puzzlement and had
unobtrusively shown him how to go about eating them,
also commenting on how tasty they were in
encouragement.  They weren't bad, with a lot of butter
and washed down with coke, if you didn't think what
you were eating and how slimy they were and how they
felt oozing down your throat.
	Annette ordered the sea food soup consisting of
mussels and clams in a rich cream broth with Swiss
chard.  Figuring he'd best stay away from anything
with shells and disappointed they didn't have oyster
soup in the menu, he ordered the Vichyssoise.  Taking
a spoonful, he was totally surprised, especially this
supposedly being such good restaurant.  He looked
about and waved for their waiter.
	"This soup is ice cold," he observed, somewhat
imperiously and with a hint of annoyance as he'd seen
upset customers do on television.  Actually, he was
thinking it would have been good in the back of the
limo after he'd had his first sip of brandy.
	"I'm sorry sir, has the Vichyssoise not been chilled
to the proper temperature?"
	"Oh, ah, yeah, ah, no.  What I mean is it's great. 
Chilled just right.  I wanted to complement the chef
on just how right chilled it is."
	"Ah.  Very good sir.  I will be sure to tell him."
	"Thanks."
	The waiter was very good at his job.  Following the
restaurant's policy that one never questioned the
customer, he did not let on that he knew Cory was
covering up his blunder, and to Cory's relief,
glancing at Antoinette, she seemed to be fooled too. 
In fact from the smile on her lips she seemed to be
impressed that he knew enough about cold soup to
complement the chef on it.  He smiled at her and she
smiled back.  He took a spoon of soup, being careful
not to slurp. Snails, and now cold soup?  This
romantic stuff definitely was not easy.  After what
he'd gone through so far the fucking tonight had
better be especially good.  After his first two
choices, he decided to follow Antoinette's choice for
salad.  Frankly, he didn't care if it was fresh and if
it gave you muscles, the only thing good about the
spinach was that it didn't taste as bad as the bleu
cheese.  As for the raspberry vinaigrette, it tasted
like vinegar and not at all like raspberries.  At
least the candied pecans were okay, though there
weren't many of them.
	For the entre Antoinette selected the Bouillabaisse,
black mussels, lobster tail, tiger shrimp, sea
scallops, king crab, and manila clams in a saffron and
fennel scented broth.  Again unable to find oysters on
the list, he decided on the Tournedos Rossini.  He was
especially pleased to discover he'd ordered a steak,
and actually the tenderloin was quite tasty, as were
the truffles and the foie gras.  He wisely decided not
to ask what the last two were, and when Billy
explained the next day that one was a fungus and the
other goose liver he was glad he hadn't known at the
time.  The double chocolate cherry Roulade was
definitely a good choice, and he was glad he'd ordered
it and not the passion fruit cheese cake when he saw
how small the dessert was, the idea of eating passion
fruit having been tempting but a cake made of cheese
sounding weird.
	As the waiter arrived with the bill, Antoinette
managed to catch his eye without Cory noticing and he
placed it beside Cory, giving Antoinette a knowing
smile.  It was not the first time a young son took his
mom out for Valentine's.  He would have been quite
shocked to know their real relationship.  Taking out
two one-hundred dollar bills out of his wallet, Cory
felt very pleased with himself when he told him to
keep the change.  Calling their chauffer on his cell
phone, a gift from Billy for his help Friday, Cory
grandly escorted his date out of the restaurant and to
their awaiting limo.  Antoinette's surprises were not
yet over.  Instead of returning home, their chauffer
took them to the Riverside Marriot where Cory informed
her he'd purchased the Escape Romance Package, a room
at the hotel, a bottle of champagne, and a breakfast
buffet for two.
	Checking in at the desk and picking up the hotel keys
as Billy had explained to him, he proudly escorted his
date to the elevators.  Arriving at their room, he
wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.  In the movie
it seemed like they got right into the hugging and
kissing stuff, but that seemed sort of sudden, and
besides, they said they'd be sending up the champagne,
and that would interrupt them.  Besides, he couldn't
answer the door in his underwear.  Fortunately
Antoinette was all pleased with going to the
restaurant and with the hotel room and so they had
something to talk about, and he didn't have to wait
that long.  The boy who brought in the champagne was
more than a little surprised to find a forty-year-old
woman and a thirteen-year-old boy, and even more
surprised when the boy gave him a ten-dollar tip.
	Cory noticed that the champagne was being served
chilled, just like his soup.  Sitting down on the bed
beside Antoinette, he struggled with the cork, and as
it refused to budge he started to become frustrated. 
Suddenly much to his surprise the cork popped out and
went flying across the room and almost knocked the
picture off the wall and the champagne gushed out like
a miniature geyser, spraying him and Antoinette. 
Already totally embarrassed, when Antoinette began to
laugh his heart sank thinking she was laughing at him.
 As he realized she was laughing not at him but
because it was funny, which when he thought about it
after his initial shock, it was, he started to laugh
too.  Wrapping her arms about him, she gave him a big
hug and a long kiss.
	"You look totally dashing and debonair tonight," she
observed with a happy smile.  Cory had no idea what
debonair meant, nor dashing really in that he wasn't
dressed for running anywhere, but it seemed like a
complement.  "Really, you're absolutely handsome in
that suit."
	"It's a new suit," he said proudly, "a Mezzanotte. 
It's Italian.  And my shirt's new too.  It's nylon and
got French cuffs, and my tie was made in Japan.  My
underwear's American though, Calvin Klein." 
Antoinette laughed and gave him another hug and
another long kiss.  "You look really beautiful
tonight," he observed, looking up at her.  He knew
that was the romantic thing to say, but he also said
it because she was.  "I like the way you done your
eyes."  Billy had said he should mention something
specific about her appearance.  "I can see where Anton
learned how to do his."  Antoinette smiled.  She knew
he was trying to be complementary, and it was a
strange complement, but in a way it was likely true. 
"And I love the dress you picked out."  She smiled
again, half expecting him to say he saw where Julian
got his taste in dresses.  "You look so way sexy."
	Antoinette blushed.  It had been a long time since
anyone had told her that.  Pouring them both a glass
of champagne, she held hers up in a toast.  "To the
two most beautiful, sexiest, and happiest people in
all of Riverside," she said.  Cory took a careful sip
of the champagne.  It was sort of fizzy, like soda
pop, and made his nose tickle.  He didn't care all
that much for it, but it was definitely a lot better
than apricot brandy.
	"You really mean that.  About being happy I mean?"
	"I couldn't be happier," she replied, drawing him
close and kissing him.
	As he felt his dick stirring again, he decided this
romantic stuff just might not be too bad after all
though it took a lot longer.  One thing for sure, if
what they'd done so far made her so happy, he knew she
was going to be ecstatic over the next part, because
what he was going to do next was something he knew a
lot about.  He returned the kiss and as he began to
massage her back, he wondered if passion fruit worked
like oysters, and just how many slices there had been
on her cake.  
	As they kissed, Antoinette slipped his suit jacket
off and then untied his tie.  "Those are very nice
cufflinks," she observed as she began to unbutton his
shirt.
	"Oh yeah.  And they're real pearls too," Cory
replied. "They're a present from Juan for, ah, well,
something I did to help him and Billy.  The cufflinks
and the tie pin."  They kissed again and Cory slipped
behind her and began to unbutton the back of her
dress, she being too large for him to just reach
behind and do it.  As he undid each button he kissed
the exposed flesh, just like he'd seen his dad do to
his mom.  "You look good in pearls, and in this
dress," he observed as he undid the last button and
slipped the dress off her shoulders.  "But you look
best of all naked," he added as he struggled with the
clasps of her bra, causing her to blush again.  Now
that she definitely had not been told in a long time,
if ever.  He wondered how a woman managed to put them
on by themselves.
	Turning around, Antoinette gave him a long, hot,
passionate kiss and he drew her close, pressing her
large, warm breasts against his naked chest.  He loved
a woman's boobs and figured if he was a girl he'd play
with them every chance he got.  "You're very sweet."
	"Must be the chocolate cherry Roulade."
	Antoinette smiled.  "Thank you again for a most
lovely dinner.  It was absolutely delightful."
	"I'm glad you enjoyed it."  She unbuckled his belt
and undid the top clasp of his trousers and pulled
down his fly.  He seemed so different, so more mature,
in dress pants instead of his usual jeans or cargo
pants.  Taking her hand, he placed it on the warm
bulge in his briefs.  "I saved you the best part for
last."  As they kissed, she felt the mound swell,
sending a quiver between her own legs.  He was always
so eager to make love with her.
	As Cory untied his shoes and removed them and his
socks and stepped out of his trousers, Antoinette
stepped out of her dress and removed her panty hose. 
Lying down on the large bed, she just in her panties
and him in his American Calvin Kleins, the two began
to make love.  He caressed her large breasts slowly
and gently as he smothered them with light kisses,
just like he'd watched his father doing the Friday
night before he'd headed off for the Sierra Madre and
he and Dominic had sex with his mom.  Antoinette
squirmed with arousal just like his mom had.  Sticking
out his tongue, he wiggled it against her nipple,
really making her squirm, and as he reached down and
slipped his fingers over her pussy he found she was
already swollen and wet.  His dad sure knew how to get
a woman hot fast.
	As Cory slowly began to caress her moist labia and to
gently suck on her tit, Antoinette massaged his tight
little buttocks and squirmed with the pleasures
pulsating between her legs and emanating out from her
hard nipple.  It never ceased to amaze her how skilful
a lover Cory was for a thirteen-year-old boy.  He made
her feel more aroused than Julius ever had.  His
compact, smooth buttocks and slender body contrasted
markedly with her own, accenting that he was a boy
just entering his teens and she was, well, a mature
woman.  Making love to a boy so young was erotic in
itself, and what she'd at first felt guilty and
ashamed about, she now saw now not as something sinful
or illegal but as a wonder that only a privileged few
women of forty would ever know.  If others could only
see the way Cory made love and how they made each
other feel they could never question that a
thirteen-year-old boy had sexual needs that needed
fulfilling.  To deny him that satisfaction would be
cruel and the real crime.
	As Cory reached up from her throbbing pussy to caress
her distended stomach, she could not help but be
reminded that the baby inside was his.  She knew many
women at forty would be abhorred by the idea of having
a child, but she was delighted, and especially to be
bearing his child.  She hoped it would be a boy, and
would grow up just like his father.  He kissed her
belly lovingly, talking to the life inside, telling it
he hoped it was okay and that it had liked the goat
cheese and cheese cake its mommy had eaten, and that
it had a beautiful, sexy mommy and that if it was a
girl he hoped it grew up just like her.  She reached
down and ran her fingers through his thick,
reddish-brown hair.  He was so very sweet.  Resting
his head on her belly, he reached down and stroked the
tender inner side of her thighs, causing her to quiver
with desire.  Wiggling down he skipped his lips over
the spot he'd caressed and then licked it, sending
spasms of delight through her groin and causing her to
buck her hips.
	"Oh God," she sighed.  "Where did you ever learn to
do that?"
	"In a video," he replied.  "The woman really liked
it.  She sucked on the guy's balls and it looked like
it drove him just as crazy as he was driving her," he
hinted, being as subtle as a horny thirteen-year-old
boy could be.  Of course he didn't say the video was
of his mother and father.
	"Well, let's see if that's so," she said as he'd
hoped she would.
	Smiling as he twisted around, he continued to lick
her inner thighs as she leaned forward and he felt her
hot breath on his thighs and then on his balls.  This
was going to be so hot!  His dad really knew how to do
sex.  Antoinette slipped her lips about the lower of
the two early teen orbs and gently sucked on it.  She
slowly ran her tongue over both of them, causing
Cory's cock to twitch with arousal.  This was hot! 
Antoinette was finding it so also.  The saltiness and
musky odour of the sweat of his young balls caused her
to tremble with arousal and her labia to throb with
desire.  He was so young and tasted and smelled of
hot, raw sex as only a young boy can.  Opening her
mouth wider, she took both orbs in her mouth and
gently sucked on them both.  She could feel the eggs
inside roll in the loose skin.  Cory squirmed and
licked her thigh harder, understanding why his father
liked it when his mother did that to him, and hoping
that Antoinette was enjoying it as much as his mother
seemed to in the videos.
	Antoinette was.  Sucking on those young, full balls
was causing her pussy to drip with cunt juice and ache
to be fucked until they filled her with their hot
young seed.  The brandy and champagne, the delightful,
romantic dinner, and now the passionate love making,
she could not remember having a more delightful
evening, and she could not think of a better way of
ending it than with a long, hot fucking by her young
lover.  Cory, despite his youth and limited
experience, could tell that she was hot, and that she
was ready.  So was he.  Slipping between her legs, he
positioned himself above her with an expertise many
twice his age lacked.  Lowering his body, he wiggled
forward to make a minor adjustment in his position,
and then with the tip of his stiff young cocklet, now
four and a quarter inches long by his last
measurement, poised at the entrance to her vagina, he
slowly pushed forward.  Antoinette sighed with delight
as she felt his slender, hard cock pushing into her,
and she clamped her hot, moist vagina tightly about
his slender cock.  She didn't care if he was thirteen.
 He was the father of the child in her belly, and she
was in love with him.
	Sinking his cock up her vagina until his curly bush
was pressing against her public mound, Cory began to
fuck, working his slender young cock in and out of her
hot, moist channel as he'd done probably a hundred
times by then.  Having usually concentrated on what
was happening below his waist, this time he continued
to kiss her like he'd seen his father do, and
following Billy's suggestion, he paused occasionally
to allow her to enjoy having him inside her.  He
hadn't really thought about that part, about him being
inside her, and she was enjoying it, as was he.  Her
cunt was hot, as usual, and gripped his throbbing bone
tightly each time he withdrew as if she wanted to keep
it inside her.  His cock was rock hard and pulsating
with pleasure, something he would never cease to
marvel at and made him so glad he was a guy.
	He tried to make it last as long as he could, but he
was aching to get off, and so was Antoinette.  The
last time he paused, she continued to constrict and
relax her cunt muscles and had begun to raise and
lower her hips in her lust and need to get off and he
knew they had waited long enough.  Considering her
size and weight and his, it was sort of like riding a
wild bull as she bucked and snorted with her need. 
Inhaling deeply, Cory finished off in a fury, ramming
his aching cock in and out of her cunt rapidly like a
sex-crazed bunny.  His young balls were drawn up tight
beneath his rigid cock and he ached so bad deep in his
groin that it hurt.
	And then he came.  His young balls contracted and his
early teen juice shot deep up her cunt like a
miniature cannon, and she began to jerk and tremble
with her own orgasm only seconds later.  Wave after
wave of pure, physical pleasure pulsated through their
groins, leaving them weak-thighed and their minds
spinning.  They gasped for breath, sucking in the
sex-scented air rich with the fragrance of sperm and
cunt juice.  The two grasped each other tightly and
kissed, long and passionately, his heaving chest
pressed against her large, sweaty boobs, their groins
cemented together with their hot juices.
	As they lie there side by side later, each stared up
at the ceiling lost in his and her own thoughts. 
Antoinette could not be happier.  The entire evening
had been perfect, and the sex had been the best yet. 
As she inhaled deeply, she smiled, knowing that once
was never going to satiate her young lover, and
tonight, once was not going to satisfy her either.  As
Cory's thin chest slowly rose and fell, he decided
that having to eat snails and cold soup had been worth
it.  This evening had been better than the movie and
any of the stories he and Anthony had read in
Anthony's mother's romance novels, better than he
could have hoped, and the sex had been awesome.  As he
felt his limp cock stir with the memory and in
anticipation of a repeat performance, he wondered if
maybe instead of going to sleep they'd just fuck all
night until the buffet in the morning, whatever that
was.  He hoped it was early.  He had school in the
morning.
   
******
Thanks to Billy for suggesting Cory take Antoinette
out for a romantic evening.  What else would you like
to see happen?  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 will 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, Calvin Cosher and his
daughter Stacey, the WCHS gang, the 14 RGAB soccer
players and their families, the cops Eric O'Malley and
Mike Polanski, and Anton's RGAB classmates.  Player
characters created by readers so far are Dominic,
Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben Hanson, Jacob
Schuller, Benji Gilles and Callie Dean with a
supporting cast of Jonah, Lane and Spence, Nicole
Halder, Molly, Trang and Ashley, Nick Dawson, Nat and
Darien Wilson, Emma and Elijah Dean, Aunt Rosa and
Uncle Rafael, Juanita, Luther, and Lucy, Ramon Carlos,
and of course Lad, Rocky, Shep, Dobe and the star of
the series, Cory Wilson. 

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