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 TEACHER - PART 57

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	Anthony rolled over on his side and opening one eye,
glanced over at the alarm clock on the night stand. 
Seven forty-five.  The fifteen-year-old rolled over
onto his other side and propping himself up on his
left elbow, he yawned as he looked down affectionately
at his mother sleeping beside him.  Brushing aside the
long, dark-brown hair that had fallen over her face,
he leaned over and gave her a soft, tender kiss, not
on the cheek as you might expect of a teenage son, but
on the lips.  Of course, both being naked, that
shouldn't be a total surprise.   Unable to resist, he
slowly and quietly wiggled down and cupping her left
breast in his right hand, he again leaned over his
slumbering mother and this time slipped his lips over
her left nipple and sucked gently on it as he had as a
babe fifteen years ago.  He could feel the tender bud
immediately begin to swell and his mother stirred but
continued to sleep.
	As he continued to suck, he ran his other hand down
over her soft belly.  She kept herself fit jogging and
swimming, but at forty she was developing a
middle-aged spread, not that he minded that in a
woman.  As his father had often affectionately said, a
woman with some meat on her bones was far more sensual
than those models who starved themselves sick. 
Anthony's hand continued on through her coarse, curly
hairs to her cunt.  The lips immediately parted and
began to swell as he gently caressed them.  They were
not the only things that were starting to swell and as
his teenage cock began to stir he considered for a
moment mounting her while she slept.  Now that would
be an awesome way to wake up!  As he continued to
caress her cunt she smiled and inhaled deeply in her
sleep but still did not awake.  That was no surprise. 
She was exhausted after their marathon fuck and suck
session last night trying to keep up with a healthy
red-blooded fifteen year old boy.
	Planning on spending the long weekend with Cory and
knowing that any weekend with Cory meant an orgy of
fucking, sucking and jerking until their balls were
ready to drop off, Anthony decided against having a
morning hump.  It wouldn't look cool if he couldn't
keep up with Cory and the others, and explaining that
he'd gotten an early start humping his mother would be
awkward though Cory would understand in that Cory
messed around with his mother too.  Giving her one
last kiss and her pussy a final caress, Anthony
quietly slipped out of the bed.  She looked so
peaceful he didn't want to disturb her anyway. 
Besides, he could smell bacon frying and he was
famished, the other constant in his life besides being
always horny.  Gathering up his clothes and holding
them in front of him, he stuck his head in the kitchen
and told his father to save him some bacon and that he
was going to have a quick shower.
	As he lathered up, he thought about the hot time he'd
had last night, and as he frequently did, back to the
first time he and his mother had done it.  They had
been having sex now for three months, since last
February, a week after his fifteenth birthday.  That
was a day he would never forget.  It had begun
normally enough.  It was a Saturday and Cory had come
over in the afternoon and the two of them had shot
baskets for a while until it got too hot outside, and
then they had gone in for some sodas and fudge
brownies his mother had baked that morning.  His
father had gotten a new novel, "Watch Your Mouth" by
Daniel Handler, which was sort of a dirty comedy/opera
about this college guy whose girlfriend's family was
into incest, her father having the hots for her, her
mother having the hots for their son, and their son
having the hots for his sister.  His father had hidden
it behind the extra toilet paper and cleaning supplies
 in the bathroom cupboard where he usually hid the new
dirty book that he was reading.
	Retrieving it and lying down on the carpet in the
living room, they took turns reading the good parts to
each other.  Of course that got them feeling a
different type of hot than they'd felt tossing hoops,
and it was not long before they'd pushed their jeans
and underwear down and had begun to jerk off while
they took turns reading.  Anthony had been jacking off
since he'd turned eleven, and he'd introduced Cory to
the secret shortly after that, Cory being his best
buddy and all.  They eventually forgot about the
story, as often happened when they browsed through his
father's porn collection or his mother's romantic
novels, and laid back and just concentrated on the
pleasure throbbing between their legs and the growing
pressure deep in their groins as teenage boys are wont
to do.  Ripping off two strips of toilet paper from
the roll, which Anthony had remembered to bring with
them from the bathroom, the two of them arched their
backs in ecstasy as they shot off a load, filling the
crumpled toilet paper with their hot, slimy teenage
juice.  It was a typical Saturday afternoon-up until
then.
	Hearing a gasp behind them, they turned their heads
and looked up at Anthony's mom, and standing behind
her, his dad.  Anthony immediately turned a bright red
as the blood drained from his swollen cock and rushed
to his cheeks and he was sure he was going to die on
the spot.  There was nothing that could be worse than
getting caught jacking off by your mother and father,
and especially at that moment when you are squirting
your stuff and there is nothing you can do to stop it
and no way to hide what was happening.  Like, what
does a guy say while he's lying there with his fingers
wrapped about his boner and his stuff spurting out of
the tip?  "Oh, hi Mom.  Hope you bought some more
toilet paper while you were shopping.  We're just
about out."
	His mother and father didn't know what to say either
and instead turned and stepped back out of the living
room.  Having been so engrossed in his pleasure, he
had not heard the car pull up, and besides, his
parents never came home that early from Saturday
afternoon shopping.  Of course they had never both
forgotten their wallets at home before either.  Now
what was the chance that both of them would leave
their wallets at home at the same time, and arrive
back home the precise instant you and your best buddy
are shooting off a load in the living room with your
father's porn book beside you?
	Totally embarrassed and the pleasure of the moment
spoiled, Anthony self-consciously wiped off the tip of
his dick and pulled up his pants and underwear, and he
and Cory disposed of their wadded toilet paper down
the toilet.  Cory said he had better leave and Anthony
could understand why.  He wasn't in any mood to go
play videos or do anything else himself.  On his way
out Cory stuck his head in the kitchen where Anthony's
parents had retreated to say goodbye.  Anthony admired
his guts.  Now had that been him, he'd have just
slipped out and been thankful for his good fortune
that he didn't have to meet his buddy's parents face
to face after such an embarrassing incident.
	Anthony's parents glanced at each other.  "I'm glad
you stopped in before going home," Anthony's father
said.
	"Yeah?"
	"I ... we, that is, just want you to know that, ah,
well, what you two boys were doing, well, you know,
well, there's nothing bad about it."
	"No, not at all," Anthony's mother said in support. 
"It's not something that you should feel guilty or
embarrassed about."  Anthony had been wrong.  Getting
caught jerking off by your parents wasn't the worst
thing that could happen.  Having your parents talk
about it, and in front of your best friend, that was
the worst thing that could happen to a guy.
	"All boys do it.  And not just boys.  Men do it too."
	"And not just boys and men," added Anthony's mother
again in support of her husband.
	"Yeah?  So you two guys jack off?" Cory asked. 
Anthony stared at his best buddy in surprise as his
heart stopped beating.  Things just kept going from
bad to worse.  His parents glanced at each other,
clearly and as to be expected unprepared for such a
direct question.
	"Sometimes," his father admitted.  "Not as often as
when I was your age," he added.  Anthony stared at his
father.  He jerked off!  That should have come as no
surprise considering the porn stash he had in the
bathroom and under his bed, but still, the thought of
him doing it, and hearing him say it, that was so
totally wicked.  Forty-two years old, married for
seventeen of those years, and with two kids, and he
jerked off.  Many boys would find the thought and
image of their father jacking himself off disgusting
in the least, but Anthony found it highly erotic,
although admittedly somewhat embarrassing, especially
there in front of his best buddy.
	"That's cool.  That you do it, and that you admit
doing it," Cory said.  "Most adults would never admit
that.  Especially in front of their kids."
	Most adults wouldn't be having this conversation
period Anthony thought, in front of their kids or
otherwise.  He could not believe this conversation.
	"Well, my wife and I believe in having an honest
relationship with each other, and with our children,"
Anthony's father replied.
	"That's so way cool," Cory said.  "My parents feel
exactly the same way.  By the way, that book we was
reading is pretty cool too, but not as good as some of
the other books you have."
	Anthony's jaw dropped as he stared at his best buddy
incredulously.  This absolutely and totally could not
really be happening!  This had to be a dream.  
	"You two have been reading them," Anthony's father
observed, stating the obvious.  Anthony would
gratefully die any time now without the slightest
regret.
	"Oh yeah.  You really like incest stories."
	Anthony decided if he didn't die within the next ten
seconds, Cory would.  Best buddy or not, he would
choke him with his bare hands.  His parents glanced at
each other again, surprised at his bluntness and not
knowing how to respond.  Well, Anthony thought, they
had said they believed in honesty.  "Well, yes, I do
enjoy that topic, among others," his father admitted.
	"We both do.  We have a very open attitude about
sexuality."  Anthony could so totally not believe what
was happening.  This absolutely had to be a dream.  Or
more appropriately a nightmare.  It so totally
couldn't be happening in real life.  "I suppose that
seems strange to you."
	"Heck no.  My mom and dad have a very open attitude
too.  And incest's not all that uncommon," Cory
observed.  "My mom gives totally wicked blow jobs."
	It was Anthony's parents' turn to stare slack-jawed
in surprise at Cory, along with their son, at the
implication of that statement.  Now how do you respond
to a comment like that from a fourteen-year-old boy?
	"Anyway, I got to be getting home.  My mom and dad
get real mad if I'm late for supper.  I'll see ya at
school Monday, Anthony."
	"Ah, yeah, sure."  After the comments Cory had been
making Anthony was glad he was leaving before he
really got honest and told his parents about some of
the other things the two of them did, together and
with others.  If he'd begun doing that he'd have had
to kill him for sure.  At the same time, as the door
closed, he felt as if Cory was deserting him to deal
with the aftermath of his parents' discovery of them
jerking off and the conversation they'd just had all
on his own and he wanted to call him back and invite
him to stay for supper.  The three of them stood there
awkwardly for what was only a few seconds but seemed
like an hour to all of them.  "I, ah, well, guess I'll
go do my homework," Anthony finally said, excusing
himself.
	His homework, on a Saturday afternoon?  It was a lame
excuse, but it was the only one he could think of. 
Considering his state of mind, he figured he'd been
lucky to think of anything at all.  He went to his
room but he wasn't able to concentrate on anything let
alone something as boring as homework, not after
having been caught shooting off a load and the
subsequent conversation.  Supper was awkward and he
was sure his parents were thinking the same things as
he was as they made small talk.  His kid sister had to
have sensed that something was wrong from the way she
had glanced at the three of them throughout the meal
but she wisely, for the first time in her life, kept
quiet.  When he returned to his room after supper, it
was no better, understandably.  About an hour later
there was a knock on his door.
	"Can we talk?" asked his mother.
	"Ah, yeah, sure.  What do you want to talk about?" 
Anthony knew that although she'd asked, there was
really only one answer to her question, and he held
his breath in dread of what her answer was going to be
to his question.
	"Sex."  Things could not get any worse, though he was
beginning to think he'd better stop thinking that
because each time he did things did get worse, though
he couldn't imagine what could possibly be more
embarrassing than a fifteen-year-old guy having a talk
about sex with his mother!  "I know what happened
today was embarrassing," she began.  Anthony nodded. 
Evidently a guy could not die of embarrassment.  "But
what your father and I said earlier was true.  We have
an open attitude about sex, and we believe in having
an honest relationship, with each other, and with our
children."
	"That's cool."  It was, but frankly, Anthony could
handle a little less honesty at the moment.
	"How do you feel about your father and me finding
incest stories stimulating?"  He could definitely do
with a lot less honesty!  How does a guy answer a
question like that!  "You can be truthful," his mother
continued as he hesitated.  "It isn't something that
everyone finds stimulating.  Some people find that
sort of thing disgusting.  Many would say it is
sinful, or immoral, and in this country it is
illegal."
	"I don't feel that way," Anthony replied.  "About it
being sinful and stuff."
	"You don't have to say that just because we're your
parents.  We respect that others have different sexual
beliefs."
	"I'm not saying it because you're my parents,"
Anthony said truthfully.  He hesitated.  "I've
wondered about it myself," he commented as proof of
his honesty.  "What it would be like," he added.
	"Really?"
	"Yeah.  Especially like after reading one of dad's
books, you know?"
	"How does it make you feel, reading a book about
incest between a mother and son, or a father and
daughter?"
	"It's, well, stimulating," Anthony replied, not
knowing how else to say it without being vulgar.
	"If you'd like to find out what it's like, we could
try it," his mother offered softly, "if you want to. 
We can always stop at any time if you find it's not to
your liking.  Sometimes what a person fantasizes isn't
what it's like in reality.  It wouldn't be anyone's
fault if that happens, it's just how it is.  Sometimes
we build up expectations that can't possibly be met. 
And if we like it, there's nothing wrong with that
either.  Not when it's done willingly and
knowledgeably."  Realizing that in her nervousness she
was rambling, she closed her mouth.
	"You mean, you, and me, now?"
	She nodded.  "Your father has taken your sister to a
friend's house for a sleep over, and is dropping by
the grocery store to buy me a few things since we
couldn't do our shopping earlier today, so we have
lots of time.  But, if this is too much too fast for
you, that's okay.  I understand. If you don't feel
like having sex right now and would rather wait for
another time that's fine.  Or if you don't want to put
your fantasy into action-."
	"No.  Now's fine," Anthony interrupted.  Like his
father had observed many times, his mother could talk
the ears off an elephant.
	"Then come with me," she said with a gentle smile and
a nervous sigh of relief as she stood and extended her
hand.  She'd found their conversation just as
stressful as Anthony had.  He followed her into her
bedroom.
	"Your father and I have always felt that sex
education belongs in the home and is the
responsibility of parents, not teachers and the
school," she observed as she sat on the bed and
motioned for Anthony to sit beside her, "and that the
best teacher is experience.  Now I know sex can be
overwhelming, especially for someone your age, so
anytime you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, you
just say so, all right honey?"  Anthony nodded, not
trusting his voice to reply.  She'd always called him
honey as far back as he could remember, and since he'd
entered his teens he'd found it embarrassing.  Under
the present circumstances, it seemed strange.  "Good. 
A very important part of having sex is communicating
with your partner, letting him or her know if you like
what he or she is doing and what you'd like him or her
to do," she continued.  "Now the first step is to get
undressed.  That can be very sexy in itself, and done
right can be part of getting ready for sex, which is
called foreplay.  Why don't you try doing to me what I
do to you?"
	To Anthony's relief she stopped talking and began to
unbutton his shirt.  He immediately followed suit and
began to unbutton her blouse.  To his surprise he
found it was difficult doing it backwards.  Once he
got it off, she instructed him on how to undo her bra
and then as she began to caress his chest, he slowly
and hesitantly ran his fingertips over her breasts as
she was doing to his chest and as he'd read in his
father's novels and in the porn stories he and Cory
had found on the Internet.  His mother had large,
round, firm tits, like balloons, bigger than the tits
of most of his friends' mothers.  As she gently ran
her fingertips over his nipples he could not help
squirm with the stimulation that rippled out through
his chest and that caused his dick to twitch, and when
she wiggled down and began to suck on one of them, he
was sure he was going to cum right then and there he
was feeling so horny, but fortunately she stopped
before he had to face that problem.  As she wiggled
back up, he squirmed down and slipped his lips over
her right nipple.  She had told him to do as she did. 
She had olive-coloured skin, slightly lighter than his
own, and large, dark brown nipples, the size of
quarters.  The one in his mouth quickly became firm
and she began to breathe harder and faster as he
sucked on it eagerly as he had as a baby.  Anthony
realized he was breathing faster and deeper also and
that he was hard.
	Pulling down his fly, she unbuckled his belt and
unbuttoned the top of his jeans, doing so easily
having had plenty of practice depantsing her husband. 
As she slowly began to push them down, Anthony raised
his hips to make it easier for her.  She pushed them
down his thighs slowly and gently caressed his thighs
at the same time, causing his now stiff prick to jerk
excitedly in his boxers.  She continued to push them
down, slowly caressing his calves as she pushed them
down to his ankles and drew them off.  Again he
followed her lead and unzipped her skirt and eased it
down, similarly caressing her thighs and calves as
she'd done his.  They embraced and kissed each other's
cheeks and chin and finally on the lips, causing
Anthony to begin leaking pre-cum.  They hugged and
kissed and caressed for the longest time there in
their underwear and socks until Anthony was beginning
to wonder if they were ever going to get on to doing
it.  He'd heard that women took longer to get horny
than guys, but he had no idea it took that long.
	Finally his mother slipped her fingers under the
elastic band of his boxers and slowly seesawed them
down over his hips, expertly pulling them out in the
front to clear his protruding cock after long practice
with her husband.  Anthony was surprised how hot it
was having his mother pull down his underwear.  He had
figured he'd be embarrassed having his mother see his
erection, but as she looked over at it he found he
felt hornier than he'd ever felt in any of his
experiences with Cory, and when she observed that he
had a nice sized penis for a boy his age he felt a
sense of pride pass over him.  He knew from his
experiences with Cory that his mother's comment wasn't
just the biassed opinion of a mother, and that his
cock, five and three quarter inches and growing, was
larger than most of his classmates.  Again following
her lead, he slipped his hands under the elastic of
her panties and slowly drew them down, though a lot
more nervously and with far more difficulty than she
had drawn down his underwear.  His heart pounded high
in his chest and his hands were trembling.  Her hairs
were long and curly and as dark brown as the hair on
her head.  He could not help staring as he looked at
his mother's cunt for the first time.
	As she reached over and cupped his balls and ran her
fingertips up the shaft of his stiff cock he inhaled
deeply and tensed.  His knob ached to be touched but
he was afraid if it was he'd squirt off a load.  He
watched his mother ever so slowly run the tips of her
fingers up and down the shaft of his cock.  That was
so perversely obscene he was ready to come and they
had only begun and she hadn't even touched his knob!  
	"I ... I don't know if I can hold it back," Anthony
gasped and he strained to stop from squirting.  That
would be so embarrassing!
	Wrapping her thumb and index finger about his stiff,
aching cock just below the knob, she squeezed his
shaft tightly, overlapping the tips of her finger and
thumb and cutting off his impulse to shoot as she told
him to relax and to breathe deeply and slowly.  He
did, puffing and gasping harder than after doing a
half dozen laps around the gym, and ever so gradually
his breathing slowed and he felt the need fade.  He
hadn't known at the time, but she had known how easily
aroused he was going to be and had been prepared for
that moment and had been hoping he'd let her know when
it was needed.
	As she continued, she avoided the foreplay she
normally engaged in with her husband and instead took
her son's hand and guided it down over her stomach and
through her hairs and showed him how a man stroked a
woman's labia to bring her the greatest pleasure, and
where her clit was and how to stimulate it.  Anthony
delightedly glided his fingertips over her swelling
labia and gently stroked between them as she caressed
his back and his smooth, compact buttocks, being
careful to avoid any of his erogenous zones.  The
physical caresses and the eroticism of it being her
fifteen-year-old son who was stroking her cunt soon
had her cunt lips swollen and her pussy filled with
cunt juice.
	Again after what seemed like an eternity to Anthony,
she rolled over on her back and spreading her legs she
directed him into position, showing him where to place
his knees and how to balance his weight on his
forearms and elbows.  Anthony could not believe it. 
He was about to engage in his first heterosexual fuck
ever, and it was going to be with his mom!  While many
would find that immoral and disgusting, including many
of his male classmates, Anthony found it even more
erotic than this father's novels had described it.
	Under her guidance, he slowly eased his hips forward
until the tip of his dick, wet and slimy with his
teenage pre-cum, touched her hot, swollen, juice-slick
lips.  She quickly opened up to him as he eased
forward, and with his eagerness and her experience and
natural lubrication, along with his own, the horny
fifteen-year-old boy easily penetrated his mother. 
Grasping his buttocks, she pressed against them,
pushing him forward until their bellies were pressing
against each other.  She continued to press down,
holding him there and stopping his natural impulse to
immediately begin humping.
	She held him there until she was sure he had cooled
down, and then releasing him she finally allowed him
to draw back.  As he withdrew, she tightened her cunt
muscles, gripping his slender young cock until she
felt his knob begin to stretch open her labia. 
Tightening the grasp, she pushed down on his buttocks,
directing him back in.  It did not take the horny
fifteen year old long to get the rhythm and after that
all she had to do was to occasionally remind him to
slow down and to periodically have him pause so they
could both cool off.  She was finding her first
experience with her son just as hot as he was, and
like him, far more erotic than any fiction she'd ever
read.  She looked up at him through half-closed
eyelids and the sight of his handsome, flushed face
sent a thrill of lust through her loins.  He had
beautiful olive skin, slightly darker than that of her
and her husband, beautiful, seductive brown eyes with
long, feathery lashes, and the fine adolescent whips
of dark brown hair on his upper lip that he'd begun to
grow with puberty.  Five foot five and a hundred and
twenty pounds, he also had a marvellous body, smooth
and muscular, the body of a healthy, athletic fifteen
year old boy.  Being physically active, his thighs and
biceps and chest were firm and developing the
definition of a young adolescent, the result of many
hours of biking and his special enjoyment of swimming
and basketball.
	Anthony had closed his eyes as he pumped his hips to
and fro, easing his cock in and out of his mother's
cunt.  He could not believe it.  He was fucking.  He
was fucking his mother!  He was pumping his stiff,
aching cock in and out of his mother's hot,
slime-filled cunt.  He concentrated on the throbbing
of his swollen cock and how hot and wet her cunt felt
surrounding it, and how powerful her cunt muscles were
as they clamped down on his cock each time he drew
back and then relaxed as he sank his cock back up her
vagina.  It felt fucking awesome.
	His mother felt so also.  Her husband was a skilful
and considerate lover and she loved him greatly, but
she had not felt this hot and desperate to have an
orgasm for a long time, and whereas her husband
normally had to pause to stop from coming several
times until she was ready to come also, on that night
with Anthony she had to have him pause not only to
stop him from shooting too soon but so she could calm
down and delay her orgasm also.
	As she felt herself approaching that peak for a third
time, something that had rarely happened with her
husband, she was tempted to stop him again but she
knew how desperately he had to be wanting to get off
by then, and she had to admit that she wanted to come
just as badly.  So this time as Anthony once again
approached his climax she was ready also and allowed
him to continue, gyrating and gasping for breath as
loudly as he was as she felt the pressure rapidly
building deep in her groin.  Finally thrusting her
hips forward and raising her ass off the bed, she
shuddered and groaned with the sweet ecstasy that only
a woman can know as she reached her climax, and at the
same time Anthony lunged forward, driving his young,
slender cock deep up her hot, quivering cunt as he
began to spurt his hot, creamy teenage cum.  He had
brought off his mother, and he was filling her cunt
with his juice!  It was totally awesome.
	He'd thought about that first time, his first time
with his mother and his first fuck with the opposite
sex, many times over the next three months, as he lay
in bed jerking off before going to sleep, when he woke
up with a morning wood and began the day with a quick
jerk, or like now as he was showering.  Often he'd go
all the way and spurt off there in his bed or in the
shower, and he was tempted to do so that Saturday
morning, but despite how tempting that was, he decided
he'd better wait until he was at Cory's for his first
squirt of the day.
	Quickly drying off before he changed his mind, he put
on a clean pair of boxers, choosing the dark-blue silk
ones he and Cory had picked out one crazy weekend
they'd decided to go shopping for underwear.  He liked
how they felt, besides knowing he looked particularly
sexy in them and that someone would see him in them
that weekend.  Choosing a pair of cargo shorts and a
light, short-sleeved, multicoloured, motorcycle-print
shirt, he checked himself out in the mirror and gave
his thick, dark brown hair a quick comb.  As he
stepped into the kitchen, his father had just finished
frying up a second helping of bacon and he put on a
couple eggs for him and stuck a couple slices of bread
into the toaster.
	"You're up awful early for someone who has the day
off from school."
	"I plan on biking over to Cory's and spending the
weekend with him."
	"That's a long way to bike.  If you'd said something
I could have dropped you off over there before I
headed to work."
	"That's okay.  I don't mind biking.  Terry is coming
with me, and he'll probably be bringing his dog along
for a run."
	"Well, all right.  You better hurry along, kitten. 
It's getting late for us."
	"It isn't fair," his kid sister observed as she
finished off her toast and jam and gulped down the
last of her milk.
	"What isn't?" Anthony asked.
	"That you get the day off and I got to go to school."
	"Well, I can't help it if our teachers have a meeting
today.  Besides, last month you had a day off and I
had to go to school."
	"It still isn't fair," she observed, which didn't
make any sense, but then he rarely made sense out of
his nine-year-old sister's way of thinking.
	"Well, I'll tell you what," his father said, "since
Anthony's going to be away all weekend, what do you
say you, Mom and I do something special.  Something
you especially like doing."
	"Can we go to Disneyland?"
	"Sure.  I don't see why not."
	"Kewel!  You're the best!"  She gave her father a big
hug around the neck, as a typical nine-year-old would,
and gave him a long, hot kiss, unlike a nine-year-old
daughter, on the lips.  She turned and curled up her
nose at Anthony.
	"Now go grab your backpack if you want me to drive
you to school on my way to work."
	As Anthony sat down to eat, his father and sister
headed out.  The two of them  had always been
particularly close, and these past three months they'd
gotten even closer, and certainly closer than most
fathers and daughters.  Encouraged by what had
happened between Anthony and his mother, the day after
Anthony had been introduced to the joys of being a
motherfucker, his father had sat down with his sister
and had a similar talk with her to the one Anthony and
his mother had the day before.  They hadn't done
anything that Sunday other than talk, about sex and
being open and honest, about family and the importance
of sex education beginning in the home, and of course
about her parents' particular interest.
	He didn't want to push her and gave her time to think
about what they'd talked about and waited for her to
make the next move.  The following Saturday to his
delight she told him that she wanted to learn more
about "the special relationship a father and daughter
can have" as he had put it.  With Anthony having a
sleep over at Cory's, her mother arranged to have a
ladies' night out at the movies and an after theatre
drink with a couple of her friends to give the two of
them privacy and as much time as they needed, just as
Anthony's father had done the Saturday before.
	Taking Angelina into his bedroom and sitting down
together on the bed as Anthony and his mother had done
the previous Saturday, he, like his wife, explained
the eroticism and role that getting naked played as he
slowly undressed his young daughter.  Exposing her
tiny nine-year-old breasts, which were barely more
than soft mounds of remaining baby fat and almost as
flat as a nine-year-old boy's, he reminded her that
any time she felt uncomfortable or uncertain about
what they were doing to say so, and that being honest
with each other was always important, and especially
so in something as intimate as they were engaging in. 
Angelina was, of course, uncertain about her father
seeing her breasts even if she didn't have any to
show, having even by the age of nine been
indoctrinated into the belief that big girls didn't
reveal the upper part of their bodies even to those
they loved.  That she did love him, and trusted him,
outweighed that uncertainty even though she looked
away and blushed with shame.
	As her father had her stand and he slipped his hands
under the elastic of her panties and began to ease
them down, she was even more uncertain.  Not revealing
that most private part of her body had been even more
emphasized and had become even more ingrained than not
revealing her breasts, and she felt guilty and
embarrassed letting him lower her panties, but he was
her father and again her faith in him and the loving
relationship they already had won out.  Telling her
that he knew she was confused and probably
uncomfortable doing what most people would feel was
wrong and assuring her that there were many others who
felt as he and her mother did about such things did
help as she stood there before him, her hands at her
sides as she openly and shamefully revealed her
little, hairless twat to him.
	Smiling reassuringly at her, he had her sit on the
bed again and he stood and slowly stripped, removing
his shirt and socks and then his pants, and finally
standing directly in front of her and facing her and
assuring she was okay with him continuing, he slowly
eased down his boxers and revealing himself to her. 
That she found even more embarrassing than having him
lower her panties and her cheeks flushed a bright red,
but again she had faith in him, and knew she could
stop him any time she wanted to and he would not
object nor be angry with her.  Besides, she was nine,
and although still too young to be curious about boys
or interested in any type of relationship with them on
any level, preferring the company of girls to stupid
boys, she could not help but shyly raise her eyes to
look at her daddy's "thing."
	Sitting down beside her, her father took her hand and
showed her how to caress his chest and play with his
nipples like her mother did, and, just as his wife had
explained to Anthony the Saturday before, he explained
to her the importance of communication between couples
as they pleasured each other.  As she curiously
twirled the hair on his chest and slowly and awkwardly
encircled his nipples with the tips of her fingers in
an ever tightening circle until she was gently
caressing them, her father reached over and caressed
her flat chest, tracing the outline of her little
titties with the tips of his fingers and carefully and
gently running his fingertips over her little nipples,
causing her to squirm with the irritation and causing
them to quickly grow firm.  Although ticklish in a way
and strangely painful in another, the irritation was
arousing and pleasant in a way too, and knowing that
her father had to be feeling the same new and strange
pleasure as she was from the way his nipples had also
grown hard, and wanting to please her father,
encouraged her to continue to caress his chest and run
her fingers over his nipples.
	Knowing the importance of going slow, he played with
her little titties and nipples for the longest time
before continuing on down over her amazingly flat
stomach and her hairless pubes to her tiny pussy.  He
ever so carefully and gently stroked her labia and ran
the tip of his finger along the crack.  Their
breathing became more laboured with their arousal and
as the lips of her tiny, smooth cunt began to swell. 
Again he stroked her for the longest time until her
little cunt was swollen and firm.  Locating her clit
and explaining what it was and what was going to
happen, he ever so carefully and gently fingered it,
sending spasms of unbelievable and until then totally
unsuspected pleasure through her swollen labia and up
her vagina.  He repeated it several times, delighting
in her obvious surprise and even more obvious pleasure
just as much as she was.
	Finally reaching up and taking her hand, he guided it
down over his naked body, following the hair trail
down the centre of his torso to his belly button,
along his belly, which despite his attempts to keep
fit was developing a middle-aged bulge, and on to his
thick, coarse hairs.  Curling her fingers about his
dangling balls and holding them there, he explained
how sensitive they were and showed her how to roll his
eggs in their loose sack as he explained what they
were for and as he told her that her mother enjoyed
doing just as he was now showing her.  As he released
her fingers, Angel slowly and gently caressed his
balls and rolled the mysterious, sensitive orbs in
their sack with more tenderness and with more
eagerness and awareness than many fully grown women. 
She also could not help watching with growing
curiosity her father's weewee slowly begin to swell
and lift up off his balls, amazed and curious how he
could do that.
	Telling her to wrap her fingers about it, he showed
her how to stroke it how he enjoyed it and as she did
so, he resumed caressing her hairless pussy,
fulfilling a fantasy that he'd had even before she'd
been born and that he thought he'd never experience in
reality.  It was just as erotic as he'd imagined it
would be, and as they described in the novels he
enjoyed reading.  To his delight Angelina appeared to
be enjoying the experience as much as he was.  Just as
he'd always suspected and others he'd chatted to in
the incest chat rooms had claimed, under the proper
conditions and with love and gentleness, engaging in
such intimacy with one's father can be a pleasant and
rewarding experience for a young girl, even at her
tender age, and many would claim, especially at her
age.
	Angel stared in wonder at the transformation of her
father's weewee from a soft, dangling, rubbery hose to
a long, hard pole jutting up between his legs. She
squeezed it tightly as he instructed, and tried to
bend it as he told her to, and was amazed at how rigid
and unbending it was.  She and her best friend had
once checked out her best friend's baby brother's
little thing, pulling down his diaper and actually
touching his thing, after daring each other, but other
than being a curiosity that one afternoon, she hadn't
given it any further consideration, and in fact
thought that it had to be awkward and unpleasant
having those things dangling between your legs and
bouncing around when you walked and was glad that
girls didn't have them.  Now, she could not even begin
to imagine what it had to be like when it was swollen
and hard like her father's had gotten.
	Having shown her how he liked to stroke himself, and
telling her that her mother often did it to him that
way in preparation to having sex, he went on to
explain the sensitivity of his glans and especially
the rim.  Then, having her spread her legs, he resumed
caressing her little cunt which was still firm and
swollen, and as it throbbed hotly and spasms of
pleasure shot through her swollen lips and up her
vagina as he fingered her clit, she slowly stroked his
fat, swollen, throbbing cock.  Her fingers looked and
felt so slender compared to his own or those of his
wife, and the difference, and the fact that it was his
daughter who was sitting there on the bed beside him
jacking him off, had him aching to shoot off a load in
a matter of minutes.  Showing her how to curb his
desire, the same way a week earlier his wife had
demonstrated on his fifteen-year-old son, he paused to
fight back the urge and then continued to finger her
hairless pussy.
	He was tempted to insert his finger, but he could
feel her hymen just inside the slit, and he did not
want it to be his finger that broke it.  Besides, he
knew from experience that a man could give a woman
just as much pleasure by stroking her swollen cunt
lips and fingering her clit, and for the look on his
daughter's face and the way she was fidgeting, it was
evident the same held true for nine-year-old girls. 
As the pleasure shot through her groin, Angelina could
not help squirming with the strange and delightful
stimulation as she resumed stroking her father's
swollen cock, sending the same thrills of painful
pleasure through his blood-engorged dick each time her
fingers brushed against the rim of his knob.
	Once again he felt the pressure developing deep in
his groin, but from her laboured breathing and
squirming he knew that she was rapidly approaching her
orgasm also, her very first.  Also knowing that
postponing it would be cruel to her, and to himself,
he inhaled deeply and willed back the urge to cum
until the right moment.  That moment was not long in
coming as Angel suddenly began to jerk uncontrollably.
 As bolt after bolt of pleasure shot through her groin
and up her vagina she began to bounce and buck on the
bed with her very first frightening orgasm.  Nobody
who has ever witnessed a nine-year-old girl having her
first orgasm can deny that prepubescent girls have
sexual feelings and can derive pleasure from sex, nor
can they justify denying a child such natural
pleasure.
	With those thoughts, as his young daughter squirmed
and gasped with her first climax as a result of his
fiddling with her now throbbing and aching little
pussy, her father erupted.  His hot, thick cum gushed
up the core of his pulsating, aching cock and spurted
out of the tip like a geyser, shooting up into the air
and falling back down to strike his blood-engorged
knob and ooze down the slope and over the slender
fingers of his nine-year-old daughter tightly grasping
his shaft.  Spurt after spurt erupted from his cock
with a force and volume like he'd not had for many
years.  He inhaled deeply and tensed with the acute
pleasure as he watched his hot, slimy cum flow over
the fingers of his nine-year-old daughter, anointing
her fingers in their first jacking off as she trembled
with her first climax. 
	The following Saturday as he sat on her bed and read
to her before going to sleep, it was evident she was
not interested in the story despite it being one of
her favourite types of stories.  Asking if something
was bothering her, he feared the worst: that it was
what they'd done a week ago.  They'd had a long talk
the previous Saturday, about what it had been like for
her to have her first orgasm, and what it had been
like jacking him off, and especially how she felt
about having engaged in sex with her father.  To his
delight, she had told him that it had been the most
enjoyable experience she'd ever had, and he knew her
well enough to know that she was telling the truth and
not just saying that because he was her father.  That
had been a week ago though, and the novelty and the
unique pleasure she'd felt at the time would have worn
off and she could be having second thoughts.
	To his delight and relief she replied that although
she enjoyed having him read to her, as she always did
and as he'd been doing ever since she was baby, there
was, as she put it, "something else I'd rather do with
you."  The look on her face and the tone of her voice
left no doubt what she was referring to.  Putting the
book aside, he replied that they could do what they'd
done the previous Saturday if she wanted, or, they
could try something different that would be just as
much fun.  Being naturally curious and inquisitive as
all nine-year-olds are, and being daring and
adventurous, the result of having been raised in a
caring and supportive home where she felt safe trying
new things, she eagerly and happily opted for
something new.
	Once again he stripped his young daughter, and then
removed his own clothing, and once again they caressed
each other's chest and fondled each other's private
organs.  This time he added kissing, beginning with
the tender kisses on the cheek and forehead as he'd
always given her, but then progressing to more
intimate and passionate kisses on the lips,
introducing her to the joy of French kissing, first by
worming his tongue into her mouth, and then having her
do the same to him.  He only engaged in that for a few
minutes, finding it too hot and his cock rapidly
beginning to respond.  He wanted her to experience
another way of getting him hard.
	Swinging his legs off the bed and sitting up, he took
her pillow and placed it on the floor between his feet
and had her kneel on it.  He then told her to kiss his
penis.  She giggled and told him he was being silly,
but he assured her that he was serious, and that it
was as clean as any other part of his body and would
not taste gross.  Slowly and uncertainly reaching out
and lifting up his semi-flaccid cock, she looked at it
doubtfully, and ever so slowly leaned forward and
closing her eyes gave it a quick peck.  Encouraged by
the fact that it had tasted no different from her
father's lips, she gave it another kiss, and then a
third.
	When he told her to lick it, starting at the base of
his shaft and going up to the tip, she had enough
confidence in her father to do as she'd been told, and
again, finding it was not distasteful, she repeated
the action.  With each hot, moist lick, his cock
swelled.  Telling her slip her lips over the tip and
practice breathing through her nose, he had her slowly
take more and more of his cock in until she had his
entire knob in her mouth.  As she looked up at him
with those trusting, big, brown, doe-like eyes that he
was a sucker for, a twang of lust shot up his flaccid
cock.  The sight of his nine-year-old daughter
kneeling there between his legs with her lips wrapped
about the knob of his cock caused him to start
swelling doubly fast, and in less than a minute, she
was kneeling there with his fully swollen,
blood-engorged knob in her mouth.
	Having her join him back on the bed and having her
lie on her back, he lie down beside her in the
opposite direction, and spreading apart her legs, he
went down on her.  Muff diving was not one of his
favourite acts though he did engage in it on occasion
with his wife, and he delighted in receiving blow jobs
from her.  Licking his young daughter's silky smooth
and hairless little twat, on the other hand, was
something far different from his wife's hairy cunt,
and, he found, highly erotic, in a large part of
course because it was his daughter's.  He ran his
tongue up and down over her rapidly swelling lips,
delighting in feeling them swelling in response to his
licking as much as he'd delighted in growing hard in
his young daughter's mouth.  He forced his tongue
between her lips, which by then she'd learned how to
spread open, and he ran it along her moist inner lips
from the bottom to the top of her crack.  Expertly
finding her clit, he struck it with his tongue and was
rewarded with her gasp of pleasure and tensing as the
electric shock of pleasure shot up her vagina.
	Explaining how to suck and slowly go farther down on
his cock as she breathed through her nose, he trembled
with the erotic thought of having his daughter give
him her first blow job while she got off for her first
time by getting her pussy licked.  Having her begin
sucking on his rigid, aching cock, he resumed licking
her swollen little cunt.  As the two lie there in her
bed, young Angelina engaging in her first sixty-nine,
the nine-year-old delighted in the erotic sensations
ripping through her young cunt as her father tongued
her.  She delighted just as much in the pleasure she
knew she was bringing her father as she sucked on his
swollen cock and worked her lips up and down over the
knob.  Driven by lust and the fulfilment of still
another fantasy, Angelina's father eagerly sucked on
her hot, throbbing little pussy, finding the
smoothness a particular turn on, and driven by the
shards of pleasure shooting up her young cunt as a
result of her father's tongue action, young Angelina
just as eagerly and hungrily sucked and slid her lips
up and down her father's swollen cock.
	It was not long before both found themselves
approaching that delightful release of pressure in
their loins, and though they wanted that exquisite
pleasure to last, they wanted the ultimate pleasure
that they knew was only a minute away even more.  They
just as eagerly wanted to bring that pleasure to their
partner, just as any true lovers would want, but even
more so when combined with that special love of a
father for a daughter, and a daughter for a father. 
Reminding her what happened to a man when he reached
that ultimate point, he told her she could stop and
finish him off by jacking him off as she'd done the
previous Saturday, or she could continue to suck him,
and that if she did that, when he came she could
collect his stuff in her mouth and spit it out when he
was finished, or she could swallow it.  Assuring she
understood, he left the choice to her as he continued
to strike her clit, knowing that in seconds she'd be
bucking and squirming with her own orgasm.
	He shuddered with pleasure as she began to do just
that, and as she gasped and whimpered with the
exquisite pleasure only a girl can know as her cunt
spasmed uncontrollably and shocks ripped through her
groin, her father tensed and inhaled sharply as he
felt his cum begin to gush up the core of his swollen
cock.  He warned her it was going to happen seconds
before it began to spurt out of the tip.  She kept her
lips tightly wrapped about his knob and began to
swallow his hot, slimy juice as fast as he filled her
mouth, choosing that because it was daring and erotic,
because she was curious what it would taste like, and
most of all, because he was her father and she loved
him more than anyone in her life and figured it would
have been what he'd have wanted her to do.  He came
fast and copiously, too fast and too much for her to
keep up, and his creamy cum oozed out from the corners
of her lips and around her chin. 
	The following Friday, as her father lie down beside
her in her bed and began to read her bedtime story,
Angelina reached over and pulling down his fly,
slipped her fingers inside and pulled out his limp,
warm cock.  As she began to play with it, he responded
by slipping his free hand in her pajamas bottom and
fingering her smooth, hairless cunt.  The book was
soon put aside and father and daughter embraced and
kissed and caressed each other as Angelina lustfully
removed her father's clothing and he slipped off her
pajamas.  Lying there naked, they French kissed and
caressed and rubbed their bodies against each other,
Angelina delighting in her father's large, muscular
body and the feeling of his hairy chest against her
skin, and her father delighting in nine year old
daughter's smooth, soft little boobies pressing and
rubbing against his chest and feeling her little nibs
become firm and hot.
	Taking her in his arms, he gyrated, rubbing his rock
hard cock against her smooth little pussy.  Whispering
to her that they could jack off like they'd done the
first time, or sixty-nine as they'd done last
Saturday, or they could do "something else that a man
and wife do to make love," he was delighted with his
daughter's reply that she wanted him to "do what you
did with Mom when you made me."
	And so, as his wife and fifteen year old son engaged
in that act as old as Adam and Eve in his son's
bedroom, he kissed and caressed his nine-year-old
daughter as he prepared to do the same with her.  They
French kissed and caressed for a long time, ensuring
that she was hot and eager for her first fuck.  He
finally slipped her pillows under her small, smooth
buttocks to raise her cunt, and having her spread her
legs as far apart as she could, no difficult task for
a limber nine year old, he knelt between them and
opening the tube of KY that he'd begun talking with
him on his nightly reading to his daughter in the hope
of some day doing what they were about to do, he
spread a thick coating to her swollen labia, and
another thick coating to his blood-engorged knob and
over his stiff shaft.  Bending over her and telling
her he would be slow and gentle, but warning her that
given his size and her virginity, that there would be
some pain, he slowly pressed forward.
	As Angelina felt her father's hot, hard knob pressing
against her young cunt, she opened her labia
instinctively and as she'd learned in what had become
their nightly masturbation and suck sessions.  As he
continued to push forward and she felt his knob slowly
wedge in her labia and begin to stretch her swollen
lips open, she strained to accept him, apprehensive
but eager to experience this special act between male
and female.  Ever so slowly he pressed forward, until
finally his thick, hard knob broke her hymen.  The
pain was sharp, but the desire to please her father,
and to experience that pleasure for which God had made
males and females, made it worthwhile.  As she felt
the unique pleasure of being penetrated for the first
time, she quickly forgot the initial pain.
	Penetrating a woman was a pleasure her father had
felt many times before, but as he slowly sank his
stiff, aching cock up his nine-year-old daughter's
body, it was a pleasure like he'd never imagined
possible, a pleasure even greater than his first fuck
back as a boy of sixteen in the backseat of his
father's car up at Makeout Point on Henderson drive, a
pleasure even greater than his first fuck with his
wife, even greater than the pleasure that comes with
age and love between a husband and wife after
seventeen years of marriage.  The taking of his
nine-year-old daughter's virginity and being her
partner in her very first fuck was the ultimate of his
fantasies, and the ultimate of his pleasures.
	Sinking his cock as far up her vagina as it could go,
until his hairy crotch and her smooth, hairless pubes
were pressed against each other and his dangling,
hairy balls were pressing against the smooth flesh
between her cunt and her asshole, he inhaled deeply
and began to fuck.  Angelina quivered with the delight
of her first fucking, with the delight of having a
hot, hard cock working in and out of her virgin pussy,
and with the delight of it being her father who was
fucking her.  Fucking was the ultimate expression of
love, having your most private parts joined together
and throbbing with a mutual pleasure, and as the two
gasped and quivered with that erotic pleasure, there
were no doubts in either of their minds that what they
were doing was right.
	Angelina tightened the grip of her tender young cunt
about her father's throbbing cock as she felt it
withdrawing, and she relaxed her grip and sighed with
the pleasure as she felt it sink back up her vagina
until his balls were pressing up below her cunt.  Her
nine-year-old pussy felt so large and swollen and the
pleasure so exquisite she understood why the act of
making a baby was considered so special.  Her father
of course already knew that, and doing it with his
daughter made it even more special.  He was dizzy with
pleasure as he worked his hot, aching cock in and out
of his daughter's body.  Four foot four and sixty
pounds, her body seemed so small compared to his
wife's, which added to his pleasure.
	From the way Angelina was gasping and working her
cunt, there was no doubt in his mind that even at the
tender age of nine her body was ready for sex, as was
her mind.  Seeing the pleasure in her flushed face as
she threw back her head, her rosy lips parted and
moist as she gasped for breath, nobody could deny that
a nine-year-old girl could appreciate and enjoy sex,
nor that sex between a daughter and father could be
beautiful.  He worked slowly, wanting their mutual
pleasure to last, and knowing that in his excitement
he'd be ready far too quickly as it was.  Of course he
knew how to prolong that pleasure, and he did, twice,
until he'd brought her to the verge of orgasm, and
then he ravished her.
	The two of them thrust their hips to and fro
desperately as they approached that peak.  They gasped
and grunted with ecstasy, the nine-year-old daughter
and her forty-two-year-old father tensing with the
anticipated ultimate pleasure as their breathing
became faster and faster, the father bouncing his
nine-year-old daughter against her bed, the daughter
wrapping her slender arms and legs about her father
and thrusting her groin against her father's body. 
Throwing back their heads, they grasped each other
tightly and with a shudder, came together.  As
Angelina felt her father's thick, hard cock throbbing
inside her and his hot, slimy stuff shooting deep up
her cunt, she openly cried out with the ecstasy. 
Feeling his daughter's cunt pulsating hotly around his
aching cock and seeing the look of lust and pleasure
in her eyes, Angelina's father groaned just as
unabashedly and as much with the physical pleasure as
the mental satisfaction of achieving still another of
his perverted fantasies.
	He and Angelina, and his wife and son who at that
very moment were locked in a similar embrace in his
son's bedroom, had blessed many times over that lucky
day they had  accidentally discovered Anthony and Cory
jerking off three weeks earlier.  Had it not been for
that incident, the past three weeks and the months to
follow would not have been possible.  What none of
them knew was that discovery had not been all that
lucky, nor that accidental.  Cory and Anthony had been
best buddies ever since they were toddlers still
learning to walk, and Cory didn't need any headband to
know what turned on his best buddy.  He had known for
some time that one of the two biggest fantasies and
desires of his best buddy was to have sex with his
mother.  Nor did he need his headband to know from
their choice of literature, that Anthony's father and
mother had a thing for incest, nor that Anthony's
sister had the normal feelings of love and worship any
nine year old girl has for a loving and caring father.
	Anthony's parents being creatures of habit, as Cory
found most adults were, Cory knew they went shopping
every Saturday afternoon, and that it took them on an
average two and a half hours.  It had not taken any
effort to use his headband to plant the idea in
Anthony's father's head to give them some change for
sodas and then forget his wallet on the kitchen
counter, nor to have Anthony's mother take her wallet
out of her purse while she looked for her lipstick and
then forget to put it back in.  Timing his jerkoff
session with Anthony so they'd get caught had been
more difficult in that he had no certain way of
knowing when his parents would discover they'd left
their money and credit cards behind and would have to
return for them.
	As for what happened after that, the devious
fourteen-year-old and loyal buddy had been prepared to
use his headband to influence their post discovery
talk but found all he had to do was raise the topic of
incest and hint that he and his mother had engaged in
sex.  The discussion before he left and the discussion
later between Anthony and his mother, and between
Anthony's sister and his father, the comments about
being honest and open about sex, the admission about
finding incest arousing, and the idea of providing an
opportunity for each of their children to explore
those feelings had been completely and totally
Anthony's parents' thoughts and ideas, just as
Angelina's responses to her father had been all her
own and the typical responses of a nine-year-old girl
raised to be confident and to think on her own.  All
he had done was to stage the discovery and give each
of them a little nudge in the right direction and then
sit back and let nature take its course as any good
friend and horny fourteen year old would do for his
best buddy.

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This is the first of a series of concluding chapters
in which our heros get their well-deserved rewards and
our villains get their just punishments.   Watch for
upcoming chapters to discover the origin and purpose
of the mysterious headband and what the future holds
for the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stewart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, Father Henry, Calvin
Cosher and his daughter Stacey, the WCHS gang, the
RGAB soccer players and their families, the cops Erica
O'Malley and Michaela Polanski, and Anton's RGAB
classmates; for player characters created by readers,
Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben Hanson,
Jacob Schuller, Benji Gilles, Callie Dean, and Denis
Bois; and for the supporting cast of Jonah Winthrop,
Lane and Spence Spudder, 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, the nerds of Lincoln
Junior High (Fats Fortillini, Peter Manchester, Dwayne
Hainsworth, Jerome Eisenstein, Wilbur Thornton and
Dylan Ingles), Ravindra Shankar, and of course Lad,
Rocky, Shep, Dobe, and the star of this series, Cory
Wilson.  


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