Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapter Thirty-Three

"I think it's fucking wicked the way your family has become nudists," Billy observed as he took Annette in his arms and kissed her. "What do you say, Juan?"

"Oh yeah. For one thing not having to take off your clothes leaves you more time for fucking," Juan observed as he pulled down his fly and unsnapped the top snap of his jeans.

"Not only that, a guy gets to admire his bitch's body completely and totally any time of day," Billy said sincerely as he pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. He had a nice, smooth, muscular chest and although she despised him and his kind and hated him for the way he treated her, Annette felt a twinge of arousal at the sight.

"You're starting to show," he said as he ran his fingertips gently over Annette's swelling abdomen. "How's our kid?"

"Fine," Annette said uncomfortably, still not used to being caressed while another man watched, though she had finally stopped trying to hide her girlhood behind her hands whenever Billy and Juan showed up. She was starting to bulge, though if it was the baby or all the food her mother kept preparing for them she was not sure. Her friends hadn't said anything yet, but from the glances they had been giving her lately and the whispering behind their hands they had to have noticed her gain in weight. It would only be a matter of time before they realized why, and then she'd so totally die.

"Hi there little darling," Billy said, dropping his jeans beside his T and squatting down before her and giving her stomach a kiss. "Daddy's here."

"You think it will be a boy or a girl?" mumbled Juan, his mouth full. Totally naked now, he'd picked up his third slice of the apple pie Annette's mother had given them to bring upstairs and had stuffed it in his mouth. Antoinette had two things going for her, she was one hell of a cook, and had a sexy, cock-loving daughter. Actually, she had three things. The bitch didn't have a bad body for a woman her age.

Annette wished that Billy wouldn't bring Juan along with him when he visited, which had been far too rare lately as it was. He'd been busy he said, making movies.

"I don't know," she said in answer to Juan's question. She'd wondered that herself, often. When you spend most of your time in your room hating your life and how it was turning out, you have a lot of time to think. She sort of hoped it would be a girl.

"Well, if it's a girl, she'll be as pretty and as sexy as you," Billy said, stroking her thighs and sending tingles of arousal through her loins as he admired her pussy.

The hair had grown back and seemed thicker and curlier and even redder than before. She wondered what her daughter's hair would be like if she had a girl. She hoped it wouldn't be thick and coarse like some nigger girls had that she'd seen. She knew she should stop calling black people that, but it was the word she'd been raised with, and even though it was a nigger who was the father of her baby, she couldn't help thinking of them as inferior and subservient to her kind.

"And if it's a boy he'll be a sex-dog like his daddy," Juan said with a grin as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"And have all the bitches hot for his dickie just like my other boys," Billy said with a grin as he got up. Annette flashed him a surprised glance. Other boys? He had to be kidding.

"So, you ready for a piece of hair pie now?" he asked, spreading apart the lips of Annette's pussy.

"I'm always ready for a piece of hot hair pie," Juan said, licking off the fingers of his right hand and bouncing his large, dangling cock with the other as he approached Annette. She glanced away but the image of his cock remained in her mind.

"Do you think we should, you know, like be doing sex, especially, you know, like there?" asked Annette, staring at Billy and wondering if he had just made one of his usual macho statements referring to his other boys. He couldn't possibly have other children. He loved her. "You know, like with the baby and all."

"Hey, Juan is big, but his fucking cock isn't that long it's going to reach your womb you dumb twat," Billy replied. It wasn't anything personal. All women were dumb. That was why they needed a man in the house. "And if a little jism squirts in that far, big deal. A little Latino jism ain't gonna hurt nobody."

"Actually, that's sort of a fuckin' erotic idea, my jizz spraying your kid while it's still in your woman's womb," Juan said with grin as he began to stroke Annette's pussy, running his fingers up and down along the crack as he tugged on his rapidly swelling cock.

Billy slipped behind her and ran his index finger up her other crack and wiggled the tip into her asshole as he kissed her neck. "Here, slobber me up some lube," he said, bringing his index finger around and shoving it in her mouth before she could even answer. Her tongue could not avoid the foul digit as he twisted it around in her mouth, coating it with spittle. Removing it, he roughly twisted it up her asshole and then removed it and shoved it in her mouth again. She tried to ignore the foul taste and even fouler thought of where his finger had just been as she fought back the impulse to puke. She probably would have if Juan hadn't slipped his index finger up her pussy at that moment and begun to rapidly work it in and out, distracting her mind.

"Oh yeah, girl, you're hot for a good fucking aren't you?" he said as he twisted his finger around, sending tingles of arousal up her vagina and through her clit. "You produce more fucking cunt juice than any woman I've ever fucked."

That Juan had fucked other women was no surprise. He was a good-looking stud with an athletic build and sexy, swarthy skin, and he had the personality and aggressive attitude that it took to make out with women. He and Billy were peas in a pod in that regard, the two of them having all the traits a woman found arousing in a man. They both knew it, which was one of the reasons they treated women as if they had only one purpose in life, to please a man, any man, sexually and otherwise.

It was easy for them to treat Annette that way. At fourteen she was an attractive girl with her alabaster skin and red hair and her full cheeks and dimpled chin. She had the sweet, innocent face of a child, and the body of a young woman. Her tits had developed early, and with her pregnancy they seemed to be getting even bigger, though that could be fat too. They were firm and perched high on her chest, just like Billy and Juan liked them. That she was pregnant with Billy's child made her all the sexier. Neither ever having a problem boning up, it was particularly easy with a woman-child like Annette.

Reaching around in front of her, Billy roughly groped her hot, wet pussy, sliming up his fingers with her cunt juice and swabbing his thick, seven inches [18cm] of dark black meat with it and commenting that Juan had been right about her being hot for cock from the amount of cunt slime she was pumping out. His coarse language caused her to think even more about the hot throbbing between her legs, which caused her cunt to ooze even more juice. Grasping her hips, Billy crouched down and placed the slimed tip of his thick, black cock against her spit-slicked hole. Pressing forward and up as he stood, he rammed his cock up her ass with a single, expert motion. He'd fucked plenty of women up the ass before, and Annette had by then had hers fucked dozens of times. Even so, she still winced with the pain, and the humiliation of being taken that way.

Placing his hands on her hips just below Billy's, Juan similarly bent his knees and placed the tip of his cock, almost as thick and as long as Billy's and a dark brown, against her hot, dripping pussy. She pushed out with her abdomen to part her cunt lips as he pushed forward, tightening her sphincter about Billy's cock as Juan drove his cock up her cunt in one single, effortless motion just as Billy had. Like Billy, he'd fucked plenty of cunts in his life, being even younger than Annette when he'd had his first woman, and between him and Billy, they'd been keeping Annette's cunt frequently stretched. Billy had said it would help loosen her hole for when the baby came. Like with Billy's penetration, she winced with the pain as Juan entered her.

As Juan sank his cock deep up her cunt, he looked at Billy, who was similarly sinking his cock deep up her rectum. As their eyes met, the two men smiled. They had known each other since they were kids, living on the same block, playing in the same dirty, littered alleys, sharing a joint with each other, and sharing their women. Having the same interests, the same likes, and the same beliefs, they had become the best of friends. They had become so close that as they slowly began to ease their cocks back out of Annette's two hot, tight holes, they knew exactly what the other was thinking and feeling.

Annette quivered as she felt the two thick, long cocks begin pumping in and out of her body, the cock of the father of her baby ramming in and out of her ass and the cock of his best buddy ramming in and out of her cunt. What was happening was filthy and wrong. A woman didn't have sex with two men at the same time. Besides, they were both in their mid-twenties and she was only fourteen. Fourteen and pregnant. It was wrong but with the burning of her stretched anus and the throbbing of her labia and clit she felt herself become aroused. Despite the perversity of having sex with two men and the humiliation of getting it up the ass, her flesh pulsated with pleasure. Billy and Juan were experienced enough to know the fourteen-year-old was finding what they were doing dirty and embarrassing, but they were also experienced enough to sense her growing arousal. That confirmed their belief that all women were sluts who deep down inside loved cock, and their image of themselves that they were macho men who knew how to turn a woman on big time. That caused them to fuck her even more violently, which in turn caused her to begin to squirm with her own arousal which further confirmed their beliefs.

Annette could not help it. With her loins pulsating with pleasure, her vagina and rectum throbbing hotly in time with her pounding heart, and her anus and labia burning with the friction of the two thick cocks pumping in and out of her body, the pleasure overpowered all feelings of shame and filthiness. Preferring pleasure to revulsion and humiliation, the fourteen-year-old girl wrapped her arms and legs about Juan tightly and began jerking her hips, driving his cock up her cunt as she pushed forward, and driving Billy's cock up her ass as she drew back. The heat of the friction and the waves of pleasure rippling out from her anus and labia grew the faster she pumped her hips back and forth, and the greater the pleasure the easier it was for her to forget the other.

"That's it girl, ride our cocks," Billy urged as he threw back his head and inhaled deeply with the pleasure pulsating through his throbbing cock. "Fuck, you are one fucking horny slut!"

"Just the way we like 'em," said Juan as he grasped her waist and glanced down at his throbbing cock as her slimy, dripping pussy slid down its length and then slid back up the brown shaft. It was slick and shining with her slippery cunt juice.

The two men stood there and let her do the fucking as their cockheads burned with arousal and their shafts throbbed with their hot, racing blood. They closed their eyes and gasped for breath as the tension in their loins doubled with each thrust and withdrawal and they licked their lips as they felt the approach of their orgasms. Billy grasped the thrashing fourteen-year-old's tits and squeezed them tightly as he felt his cum gushing up his cock and he lunged forward at the same time as Juan, the two men erupting with a wild, violent explosion, their hot, thick cum flooding her body, spurting deep up her rectum and up her quivering, pulsating vagina. Spurt after spurt shot out of their burning, throbbing cocks, and her cunt and asshole grasped the two throbbing cocks tightly as Annette began to tremble with her own orgasm, the video cameras Billy had set up totally forgotten.

"Have another cheese puff," Antoinette offered, handing Cory the platter of pastries as upstairs her daughter jerked uncontrollably with her climax and hot cum flooded her cunt and her asshole.

"Ah, sure, thanks," Cory said, helping himself to his seventh one despite having had a giant breakfast and lunch at home and upon arriving at the Gilles's that afternoon a huge slice of chocolate cake with ice cream. He was sure if he kept eating like he had been that day, he was going to become a blimp like Fats Fortillini, or like Antoinette or her husband Julius. Of course Antoinette had a good reason for stuffing her face. She was having a baby. His baby. In another five and a half months. Twenty-two more weeks. It didn't sound that far away when you said it in weeks. He looked down at her protruding belly. It was huge, and his baby was inside. Just the thought of having made a baby and it being there inside her belly caused his young thirteen-year-old cock to begin to swell.

"Ah, youth," sighed Antoinette as she reached down and slipped her fingers about his swelling dick. It felt so silky smooth and rubbery, but she knew how hard and strong that little early teen organ could get. "We've already made love once this afternoon and you're rising up for another round."

Cory smiled. Actually, he was rising up for his fourth time that day, and his eighth since yesterday morning. This was one hell of a hot weekend. As the two of them lay there naked on Antoinette's bed and the mother of his yet to be born child gently stroked his rising cock, the thirteen-year-old thought back to yesterday.

The day had begun in typical fashion, waking up shortly after ten with a morning wood and jacking it off as he thought about sex, in this case the wild fucking his mother and father had the night before. For many boys the thought of one's parents having sex was revolting, but Cory found it erotic. That was, after all, the act that had created him. His father had to travel to check out some infestation or something up in the Sierra Madre and didn't expect to be back until Sunday, so he had made especially passionate love that Friday night. Unbeknownst to his two parents, Cory, with the help of Ben and Billy, had set up a hidden cam in their bedroom which was hooked up to his computer and while the two of them had fucked their brains out, he'd lain in his bed watching them and whacking off. His dad was well hung and he hoped he would be as big as he was when he grew up. He was also a skilled lover, and he watched closely so that he could copy his technique next time he saw Antoinette. His mother knew a few tricks too, and especially seemed to like sucking on his dad's big balls. He'd have to suggest that to Antoinette too. As his mom and dad approached their climax, he tried to match his with theirs. It was almost like being there with them. The next morning he'd considered playing the tape he'd recorded of their performance but was too lazy to crawl out of bed and turn on the computer and settled for his memory.

He invited Dominic to come over that afternoon, his mother mentioning that he hadn't been over for a while and that she hoped he wasn't upset or feeling guilty about the sex lesson he'd had the end of last month and suggesting he invite Dominic over. Why he'd possibly feel upset or guilty about having had sex Cory couldn't understand, but then parents were weird about some things, and especially when it came to sex. He assured her that Dominic had enjoyed it, and she seemed pleased though she made some strange comments about how at the age he and Dominic were at their bodies were going through all kinds of changes and sometimes functioned like an adult's and sometimes like a child's and some other weird things he didn't understand. Parents were weird, and mothers even weirder.

The two of them had gone in the back yard to toss a football around, something Dominic had begun doing on a regular basis. Of course he was wearing the jersey he'd gotten from Kenneth at his birthday six weeks ago, something that he wore continuously except the day it was in the wash.

"Hey, you're getting pretty good," Cory observed as Dominic leaped to catch the ball.

"Yeah, Kenny has been teaching me how to catch," Dominic said, his face beaming.

"So, it's Kenny now, not Kenneth, eh?" Cory teased, causing Dominic to turn a bright red. He blushed easily, and he looked so damn cute when he got all red. "You're getting quite a throwing arm there too," he observed as he had to back up to catch the ball.

"Yeah, well, Kenn-eth and I have been doing a lot of practising."

"Well, no wonder you're getting muscles. He's got a whopper to practise on," Cory said, curling his fingers and jerking his fist with a leer.

"Not that sort of practising," Dominic giggled. "Well, that wasn't the practising I meant, though we been doing that too," he said, giggling all the more.

"Oh yeah?"

"Well, that and sixty-nining," he said, looking up at Cory shyly.

The conversation alone was getting Cory aroused, and those pretty steel-blue eyes of Dominic's shyly peeking up at him from behind the long strand of blond hair that was always falling over his eyes got Cory all the hotter. It wasn't that long ago when little Dominic would have thought sixty-nine was nothing more than the number after sixty-eight. "Let's go inside and you can tell me all about it."

Dominic eagerly agreed. It was all because of Cory that he'd learned about sex, and that he'd found out how great sex with guys was. Most important of all, it had been because of Cory's party that he and Kenny had engaged in sex and had become an item. That of course was only the half of it, Dominic being unaware of the powers Cory had with his great-grandfather's headband. Feeling especially beholden to Cory, Dominic was eager to share what he'd been doing with Kenny, considering Cory his best pal even if Cory didn't see him in the same way. So, he talked about how he and Kenny had seen each other three times that week, Sunday, Wednesday and Friday, and had gone down to Westbank park to practice football each time, to the annoyance of his sister Nicole who figured Kenny should be spending all his time with her.

"And after we got all hot and sweaty, Kenny drove up to Henderson Drive and parked at Make Out Point and we got all hot and sweaty again," Dominic giggled. "I so totally love sucking his cock and getting mine sucked by him," he gushed.

"Even better than getting sucked by Father Henry?" Cory teased, referring to the orgy he'd arranged with Bob Moser to revenge Cory and young Jonah the previous Saturday.

"Fuck yeah," Dominic said with all seriousness. Cory's cock was already stiff and hearing the cherubic choir boy swearing the dirtiest word there was caused it to throb even more hotly in his jeans. "Way better. Kenny said he wished we could get together every day, but he's got football practice and sometimes tons of homework, and lately his mother has been making him come to meetings with her over at Rancho Santa Ana."

"Meetings? What sort of meetings?"

"Their cub scout group is going to fold on account of there's only five members. She's on the Westbank Cub Scouts Council you know."

"So what's that got to do with her and Kenneth?"

"Well, she'd been having these meetings to get more parents to join up their kids and brining Kenny along to tell how great scouting is, but that's not working and besides there's not that many kids between the ages of eight and ten. So now she's having meetings to try and get them to agree to enrol girls and have a coed pack."

"Girls? Girls in cub scouts?" Cory asked, wrinkling up his nose.

"Yeah."

"That would really suck. How can you do guy stuff with a bunch of girls around?"

"You can't," agreed Dominic.

"But so what's that got to do with Kenneth?"

"Well, you know he's a Venturer. She's bringing him to these meetings to say how the idea is great and can work and stuff."

"He thinks so?"

"No, but his mom does, and he can't disagree with her."

"Now that really sucks, big time."

"Right. And not only that, the club that was sponsoring the Cubs doesn't have enough members interested so they're pulling out so she's been trying to get other sponsors and has been dragging Kenny to those meetings too."

"Why's she care so much?"

"I asked Kenny that. He said she wants to get on the Riverside Scouting Council so she can tell all the groups how to run, not just the Westbank Cubs. Guess she figures if she can save the Rancho Santa Ana Cubs she'll make a name for herself and have a better chance."

"Yeah, well, I guess the parents over there are too busy getting rich to have time for supporting kids groups. In fact if there's so few kids I guess they don't even have time for fucking to make enough kids," Cory observed.

"Don't have enough time for fucking?" Dominic asked, wrinkling up his nose, and the two boys laughed.

"That's a pretty snooty area."

"Yeah. Kenny said Rancho Santa Ana is the third richest community in Riverside, and one of the newest to be built. Most of the people who live there are pretty high up in the big businesses in the city, like electronics and plastics and stuff, middle management he called them whatever that is. He says the families who live there are older families with high school kids or are DINKS."

"Dinks?"

"He said that stands for double income no kids, families where the husband and wife both work."

"Like I said, too busy to fuck, or too tired I guess."

"Anyway his mom's got Mrs. Marshall from the Women for Faith and Family supporting her. If they can get enough members, the Catholic church will likely end up being the sponsors."

"The Church? That would really suck!"

"Yeah, poor kids."

"Of course maybe Bishop Henry could have some hot fun if he had a cub scout troop to be in charge of."

"I don't think so."

"No? That was a wicked afternoon you and Jonah had with him last Saturday."

"Oh yeah, it was," Dominic said with a grin. "But you should have seen the look on his face on Sunday. Every time he glanced at the choir he looked so guilty and ashamed, and he couldn't look right at me. Which was just as well since I couldn't help thinking about all the things him and Pastor Winthrop had done the day before. I had a heck of a time concentrating on my singing on account of every time I looked at him I remembered me jacking him off and I kept imagining him having a boner under his robes." The two boys laughed.

"Looks like you got a boner right now," Cory observed.

"Looks like you do too."

"Then I guess we should do something about it."

"Suppose your mother comes in?"

"Then we'll invite her to join us," Cory said, causing Dominic to giggle as he pulled down his zipper. It had been just over three weeks since she'd discovered the two of them messing around, which had ended up with her getting screwed by Dominic, his first sexual experience with a woman, while she'd sucked off Cory. "Actually, I think she misses you. She's been asking about you all this week, and this morning suggested I invite you over, almost insisted. I think she's got the hots for you." Dominic giggled as he paused in pushing down his jeans. "Course that's no surprise the way you fucked her silly." By this time Dominic was giggling so hard his sides were beginning to hurt. "In fact maybe I should call her in right now and let her take care of that boner."

"Maybe later," Dominic said, throwing himself on Cory. "Right now I want to mess around with you."

The two boys kissed and quickly finished pushing each other's pants down. "I see I was right," Cory observed as he pulled down Dominic's thong, one of several which he now owned, all purchased by Kenny. "You still having difficulty boning up when you're alone?"

"Yeah," Dominic admitted. "And it still hurts to pull back my foreskin."

"Well, I'll make sure I'm gentle," Cory promised as he slipped his fingers about Dominic's stiff cocklet. It felt so silky and smooth and he loved the way his milky-white foreskin formed a long tube and extended beyond Dominic's knob, keeping his sensitive purple-red bulb totally covered even when his cock was stiff. He noticed it had grown a little bit and was almost the same size as his, which had also been growing. Actually, with the extended foreskin it looked longer.

Snuggling down on his bed, he slipped his mouth over Dominic's stiff, aching cock and sucked on it gently. His cock felt even silkier to his moist lips. He basted Dominic's tasty cocktail weenie with saliva, allowing the saliva to collect in his mouth and Dominic's cock to soak in it, not just to lube up his foreskin but so his spittle would pick up the flavour of his weenie. Dominic twisted around so they formed a sixty-nine and holding Cory's cock by the base he ran his tongue from the base to the tip. Cory's skin having drawn back to form a collar about his exposed knob, Dominic ran his tongue along the sensitive rim of his glans. Eagerly slipping his lips over the knob, he gently sucked on it. He so loved sucking cock. Cory meanwhile slowly began to ease Dominic's tight foreskin back with his lips causing Dominic to quiver with the pleasure. Having the entire day, the two boys took their time, enjoying the pleasure the other was bringing, and enjoying bringing the other pleasure.

After several minutes, Dominic lay on his back and spread his legs and Cory knelt between them. The two boys thought back to the day Cory had taken Dominic's prune and their cocks throbbed and jerked with the memory. Lying above Dominic and balancing on his knees and his elbows, Cory lowered his body and Dominic guided his cock to his eagerly awaiting hole. As Cory pushed forward, Dominic pushed out with his abdomen, opening his anus for his best friend. Cory's spit-slicked cock slid in easily, the knob popping inside with the slightest effort, the result of their experience and their eagerness to please each other. Slowly easing it all the way up his rectum, Cory paused to enjoy the delight of having a hot, moist asshole surrounding his aching cock, and Dominic thrilled with the delight of having another guy's stiff cock stuffing his rectum.

The two boys then slowly began to fuck, Cory slowly pumping his hips to and fro and driving his cock in and out of Dominic's rectum, Dominic constricting and relaxing his sphincter in time with Cory's thrusts and withdrawals. Again the two boys took their time, enjoying the pleasure pulsating between their legs. Cory's swollen, throbbing cock pulsated deep up Dominic's hot, moist hole, and Dominic's rectum pulsated in time with Cory's throbbing cock. The two kissed out of love and desire and Dominic wrapped his arms and legs about Cory more tightly as Cory's buttocks slowly rose and fell, working his stiff cock in and out of Dominic's eager hole.

As they approached that peak of ecstasy, the two thirteen-year-old boys speeded up, unable to resist surging ahead to that ultimate pleasure with the impatience of all thirteen-year-old boys. When at last Cory felt the familiar twang between his legs and his hot, thick cum start to race up the core of his cock, he grasped Dominic's naked body tightly. As his stuff spurted out the burning tip of his cock and up Dominic's hole, Cory inhaled sharply and Dominic tightened his grasp about Cory, his legs wrapping about his waist tightly as he quivered first with the joy of having another boy's stuff spurting into his body, and moments later quivering with his dry orgasm. The two naked boys panted and quivered with the pleasure pulsating out from their union, their bodies flushed with arousal. Spurt after spurt squirted up Dominic's rectum and wave after wave of pleasure pulsated through his stiff, swollen penis and through his loins. Gasping with the pleasure, the two boys kissed and squeezed each other. In their sweet innocence they relished the pleasure with abandon and openness as it should be.

The two boys laid like that, Cory pressing down upon Dominic and Dominic grasping him with his legs and arms, Cory's swollen cock embedded up his ass, for a long time afterward. Finally, Cory rolled off Dominic and as he lay on his back, he put his arm about Dominic and Dominic snuggled up beside him, his head resting on his naked chest. The two boys closed their eyes and relished the warmth of each other's body and the bliss that follows that wild, throbbing climax. For both of them, snuggling together after sex was just as pleasant as actually doing it.

Suddenly hearing the door opening, Cory barely had time to throw the bed cover over them. "Cory, I'm doing the laundry. Do you have any clothes laying around?" his mother asked as she walked into the room. Before he could answer, she walked over to where they had chucked their clothes. Picking up their underwear, she looked at Dominic's closely as if she was inspecting it. "These aren't yours." In that he didn't own a pair of thongs, that was obvious.

"Ah, they're mine, Mrs. Wilson," Dominic said, turning an even brighter crimson than he already was.

"Oh, well, I'll just throw them in the wash with Cory's. Supper should be ready in forty-five minutes or so," she announced as she turned and walked out of the room. With them lying together in each other's arms in Cory's bed under the bed cover and with their clothes, including their underwear, laying on the floor, it was rather obvious what they had been up to, but to their surprise Cory's mother didn't say a thing, and in fact, didn't even seem to notice. Even more curiously, she'd come in to collect his dirty laundry, which she'd never done on a Saturday before, and then she had only taken their underwear and left their other clothes on the floor and hadn't taken any of Cory's other dirty clothes.

"Your mother didn't say anything about us being in bed, or not having our clothes on."

"Yeah. She's cool that way," Cory observed proudly. He knew from talking to Anthony and Terry that his mother's understanding about a guy's sexuality and a boy's sexual appetite at their age was unusual. Already loving and admiring her, his appreciation and pride in her just doubled.

"You're so lucky."

"Yeah, I know," Cory admitted. "So, what do you think we should do for forty-five minutes?"

"I dunno, I guess we'll think of something," Dominic replied with a grin as his hand reached under the bed cover and found Cory's already swelling cock.

Cory laughed as he drew Dominic to him and his other hand slipped down and caressed his smooth, delightful bubble butt. It was fucking awesome being a boy. The two boned up quickly and this time Cory lay on his back and spread his legs and Dominic knelt between them. He quivered as he slowly eased his throbbing cock up Cory's asshole, delighting in its heat and moistness just as Cory had delighted in his only half an hour ago. As he felt young Dominic's cock slowly slipping up his rectum, Cory knew just how Dominic was feeling. That was the best thing about sex between two guys. Having the same equipment, they knew exactly how the other was feeling.

As Dominic slowly began to pump his hips and slide his swollen cock in and out of his hole, Cory looked up into his steel blue eyes and a quiver of arousal shot up his swollen cock. He looked so damn sweet and innocent, especially with those long, feathery eyelashes and that long strand of hair that kept slipping down over his eyes. Seeing Cory looking at him, Dominic smiled and Cory returned the smile, his stiff cock jerking with arousal, and slipping his hands about Dominic's neck, he drew him to him and their hot, moist lips met. It was fucking wonderful being a boy.

Dominic having jacked off that morning himself, when the two boys came it was the third time for the two of them, and it was just as delightful as the preceding times. Dominic threw back his head and gasped as his entire body was raked with spasms, his little balls drawn up tight as they tried desperately to release the semen that was not there. Although it was Cory's third time, he had enough spunk for the two of them, his loose cock jerking and throbbing as it spurted out his thick, creamy cum, lacing his chest and Dominic's with streamer after streamer. Panting and quivering with their orgasms, the two boys embraced tightly, Cory's hot cum cementing them together as their lips met and Cory's mother called them to come and eat.

Supper was weird in several ways. For one, both of them were still hot and flushed from their two hot fuck sessions, and for another, they'd put on their pants minus underwear so with every movement they were acutely aware of their sensitive knobs and their still swollen and stretched assholes, a constant reminder of what they'd just done. They could still smell the scent of sex on each other, the unique scent of boy sweat and of Cory's cum, and they wondered if his mom could smell it too, and if she knew what the smell was.

The conversation was weird too. Just out of the blue Cory's mother began talking about puberty and how confusing it was at their age with all the changes going on in their bodies and how exciting it must be to begin producing semen. From the look she gave them and the long pause, she had to have smelled Cory's cum on them even though they'd wiped themselves off. Neither knew what to say. Then she began talking about girls and pregnancy and how boys had to be careful once they started making sperm, and Cory wondered if maybe she hadn't smelled his cum but that instead Mrs. Gilles had talked to her and she knew he'd made her pregnant, especially when she gave them that strange look again and there was that long pause as if she was expecting him to say something. Then she talked about dreams and asked if they had a lot of dreams, and if they knew what wet dreams were, and if they had them and if they knew what caused them, again giving them that look and pause. It was totally weird, and totally embarrassing. He admired his mom for her open attitude, but that still wasn't the type of conversation a thirteen-year-old boy had with his mother, especially in front of his friend.

"Told ya my mom was hot for you," he said as the two of them went biking after supper.

"What do you mean?"

"Why else would she bring up all that stuff about sex at supper?"

That was a good question, and Cory's answer was as good as any. It was not the right one though. What the boys did not know was that Marian had missed her period, which should have been four days ago or maybe even earlier, and counting from her last one to when she would have ovulated, she had arrived at dates in the middle of which was the day she'd had sex with Dominic. Several attempts to find out from Cory if Dominic could produce semen yet without coming right out and asking him had failed. So, she'd figured perhaps by inviting him over she might find out on her own. Knowing boys and knowing that the two of them had messed around with each other in the past, when they went to Cory's room with bulging jeans and closed the door, she had a good idea what they were up to. Giving them plenty of time to do whatever it was boys did under those circumstances, she had barged in without knocking with one purpose, hoping to either catch them wet, or to get her hands on Dominic's underwear. Finding no evidence of semen in his thong was comforting, but not evidence enough, hence her attempts at prompting more information over supper which unfortunately didn't work either.

When the boys returned from biking, she went up to Cory's room several times, again hoping to catch the boys which would at least give her a reason to ask if they could produce sperm yet, but they were sitting there fully clothed and playing video games. She finally decided she'd have to do something more direct. The day was getting late and she was getting desperate. Calling them down for a snack at ten that night, as they sat there happily munching on chocolate chip cookies and drinking milk, she got the conversation around to girls and sex and the importance of being careful at their age once again, elaborating this time that she meant they had to be careful not to get a girl pregnant nor to catch any diseases, and she asked if they knew about condoms. Cory had found an entire drawer of them at Jacob Schuller's, of all colours and shapes and some even flavoured, and Mister Schuller had given him and Anthony several packages and the two of them had tried one on out of curiosity. Of course he could not very well admit that to his mother, so he said he didn't, and of course Dominic truthfully said he didn't either.

"Well, it is a very important thing for a boy to know about, and to learn how to put them on properly," Mrs Wilson said, having rehearsed that line a dozen times since supper. "If you're finished your cookies and milk, how about I get two condoms and show you how to use them?"

The two boys glanced at each other and then back at Marian. "Sure," Cory agreed with a shrug. When you are thirteen and your mom or your friend's mom suggests you do something and you can tell she wants you to say yes, what other choice do you have? Besides, when you are thirteen and a woman offers to teach you about condoms, what red-blooded American boy, or a boy in any other country, would refuse? Taking them to her bedroom, she had the two boys strip while she took out two condoms from the night table where Matt kept them.

"First of all, a man, or boy, has to have an erection," she began as she turned and faced the two of them sitting there on the bed and looking up at her, their hands discreetly cupped between their legs.

"Well 3; if you take off your clothes, we should be able to do that pretty quick," Cory suggested.

That is hardly the type of statement a mother would expect from her thirteen-year-old son, and many would consider such a comment precocious or even insolent, but Marian was neither surprised nor offended. Unlike the majority of adults, she had a good understanding of boys and their sexual development, having been raised with four brothers. Actually, she was relieved to hear Cory's comment. She had been worried that he might just be interested in boys, and though she had an open attitude toward homosexuality, she was hoping he hadn't already ruled out girls. To be honest, having two early teen boys, one of them her son, sitting there stark naked on her bed and watching her as she began to unbutton her blouse was arousing. It was arousing for the two boys besides, and by the time she pushed down her panties and stepped out of them they were well on the way to becoming erect.

Taking out one of the rubbers, she explained the difference between lubed and unlubed condoms and the purpose of using a lubricant, though by then she was so hot and wet from the thought of what she was about to do lube was not going to be necessary. Demonstrating first on Cory, she held his young, slender cock by the base and showed them how to roll the condom down and how to leave an air space at the tip for their semen.

"I think you need more space than that," Cory observed. "I squirt a lot." The two boys glanced at each other and giggled and the thought of her son filling the condom with his young cum sent a shiver of arousal up Marian's vagina. She hoped that Dominic might make a comment, but he was too shy to tell her that he didn't need any space at all.

The condom of course was too long and too wide for Cory's early teen cock, being only just over four inches [10cm] long and a finger and a half thick, but with the bottom still rolled up it was snug enough to stay on. She could not help but notice how large his balls were, just like his dad, and she could not help admiring them. Glancing over at Dominic, she noticed that his scrotum was not as full as her son's, and was the same pale pink as the rest of his skin, a hopeful sign that he had not reached puberty yet.

Lying on her back and spreading her legs, she felt strange as her son knelt between her legs and leaned forward to balance his weight on his elbows and forearms. She knew that society condemned what she was about to do, and in fact made it illegal, but she didn't always agree with society or its laws, and besides, she was desperate. As her son lowered his body, she reached down and guided him into her pussy, something that of course he did not need any help doing. As his slender, sheathed cock slowly entered her body, she quivered with arousal, the physical arousal of being penetrated, and the mental arousal of being penetrated by her thirteen-year-old son. He slowly pushed forward until his smooth, slender thighs were pressed up against hers and his soft, curly hairs were brushing against her hairs. Glancing down between their bodies at their union she noted how identical their hairs were in colour. The sight of his young cock in her pussy also sent a shiver of arousal up her vagina.

He slowly began to work his hips to and fro, easing his sheathed cock in and out of her pussy. Accustomed to going bareback, he found it strange wearing a condom, but he could still feel the heat of her cunt as it squeezed about his throbbing bone and it felt just as pleasant. As she ran her hands down along his back and over his waist to his smooth, compact buttocks, the smoothness of his skin and slenderness of his body reminded Marian of his age, and she shuddered as another wave of arousal passed up her vagina. She'd had no idea having sex with a boy barely into his teens, and with her own son besides, could be so hot. To hell with what society said. This was as erotic and as pleasurable as having sex with her husband. What Cory lacked in experience and technique, he more than made up for with his exuberance and sweet innocence, which made what they were doing fresh and exciting.

Cory was getting hotter too, the fact he was screwing his own mother with Dominic sitting on the edge of the bed watching him making it all the hotter. This was really wicked. He had his dick up his mother's pussy, up where he'd watched his father stick his only yesterday. That was wild, and just the thought he was fucking his mother just like his father fucked her had his cock throbbing and aching like it never had before. Not only that, he'd been up there inside her body once, all of him, not just his cock, and he'd squeezed out through that very channel that he was now plowing with his cock. Now that was really wicked! And, it was all happening without him using his headband. He and Anthony had read a number of mom-son incest stories, mother-son and father-daughter stories seeming to be Anthony's father's major passion when it came to reading material, but all the reading didn't prepare him for the awesome pleasure he was feeling, the physical pleasure pulsating through his hot, throbbing cock, and the mental pleasure of knowing he was getting his mom hot.

He was doing exactly that and Marian was surprised how willingly he had knelt between her legs, and how quickly he had taken to performing that very special act between a man and woman. Again it pleased her. She was glad that he had mounted her without the slightest hesitation or any evidence of guilt or shame, reinforcing her unpopular opinion that when given a choice and done without force or coercion many of the objections of opponents of sex between adults and youth simply were not true. From the way her son was making her pussy throb and the way he was pacing himself, it was also evident that he was very skilled at making love, just like his father, and in that he was only thirteen, it had to be an inherited trait.

Cory of course had seen his father in action, and how he'd made his mother ache and arch her body with arousal, and now as she gripped his body and began to thrust her hips back and forth as she clenched her teeth and moaned with that painful pleasure, it was so wicked that he was doing the same thing to her as his father he could not have held back if he'd tried. His balls drew up tight and for the fourth time that day he felt his cum gushing up the core of his numbed cock, this time filling the tip of the condom. At the same time his mother whimpered with her own orgasm as it ripped through her hot, swollen pussy.

The two just lay there, Cory on top and her underneath, his cock still stiff and buried up her tightly constricted cunt as the two of them gasped for breath and their heads spun with the awesome pleasure of their climaxes. Feeling a pang of guilt, Marian quickly brushed it away as outdated and irrelevant. Cory finally rolled off her and just lay there on his back, allowing the pleasure to wash over him as his cock slowly began to droop. He groggily reached down and very carefully eased his now limp dick out of the condom. The tip was filled with his milky-white semen, and Marian noted that he'd been right, he did squirt a lot.

As Cory laid there and watched, she took the other condom and with Cory warning her it was painful for Dominic to pull his skin right back, she carefully and gently unrolled the rubber down his dick. Having been the one who had introduced Dominic to the joys of fucking a woman, which was why she was once again naked in bed with the two boys and having sex though not for the reason Cory had assumed, Marian was not surprised when Dominic docilely sat there and let her put the condom on his stiff early-teen cock and then willingly and clearly happily assumed the position between her legs.

Dominic was happy. Though he'd concluded after the first time that he preferred to have sex with Kenneth, he'd had many jerk off sessions remembering what they'd done and fantasizing about them doing it again since that day. Having his stiff little cock surrounded by a hot, juicy cunt was far different from having it up a guy's rectum, and making a woman squirm and arch her body with pleasure as he fucked her was a lot different from giving a guy pleasure. If nothing else, Dominic was eager to please others, seeking elsewhere for the attention and love that was lacking at home. That, ironically, made him a particularly sensitive and caring lover, something Marian noticed right away, and something special that Kenneth had also subconsciously sensed the first time they'd had sex together.

Engaging in that most intimate act that many felt should only be between a wife and husband was all the more erotic in that it was taboo for a thirty-seven-year-old wife and mother to be doing it with the thirteen-year-old friend of her son, and even more so with her son laying there on the bed beside them watching, his eyes still glazed from having fucked his mom and his face still flushed with his arousal and pleasure. Seeing his mom glancing at him, he smiled reassuringly, and his bright, innocent, open-mouthed smile accented still further the thrills of pleasure shooting up her vagina. It was so hot being fucked by her son's friend as he watched. Looking back at Dominic and the dreamy look in his half-closed eyes as he pumped his hips to and fro, driving his hot, stiff cock in and out of her pulsating pussy, Marian knew she'd done no evil in having tricked the boys into having sex with her. It was like telling a little white lie, and it wasn't harming anyone. There was no question Dominic was enjoying it immensely, and from the way her pussy was flooded with juice and throbbing, there was no question that she was also.

Being so much shorter and lighter than Cory, Dominic's youthfulness was accented even more, which Marian found perversely erotic. She inhaled and exhaled deeply and closed her eyes in ecstasy as he humped her and she ran her hands up and down his hot, flushed body, delighting in the smoothness of his skin and the compactness of his bubble butt as her pussy throbbed and she felt the building of her climax once again. As the two of them approached that blissful peak, she concentrated on the beauty of it, forgetting that her son was laying beside her watching. Actually, with all the activity of the day, his eyes had begun to droop, and before the two of them had reached their orgasms he'd fallen fast asleep.

As Dominic felt his climax approaching, he began to pump his hips to and fro rapidly, driving his burning little cock in and out of Marian's hot, slimy pussy. His little cock was aching with pleasure, the pleasure resulting from the friction between their bodies, the pleasure of knowing that unlike many boys his age he was fucking a woman, and not for the first time, and the pleasure of knowing he'd gotten her hot, of which there could be no question from the way her cunt slime was pouring out of her pussy and over his little immature balls. It was with that thought that Dominic quivered with the first bolt of his orgasm.

Marian was aware that he was climaxing from the quivering of his body and the sharp intake of his breath, and knowing the thirteen-year-old had been brought to his peak caused her to climax also. As wave after wave of pleasure pulsated through her swollen, dripping cunt, she grasped Dominic and drew him close to her, delighting as much in her own orgasm as in his, not just because she would now have the evidence she was seeking, but because of the totally uninhibited reaction to the pleasure he was feeling, pleasure that she had brought him.

The two of them flushed with arousal and gasping and panting with their orgasms, they closed their eyes and enjoyed the unique pleasure pulsating through their bodies. It was delightful, and Marian wrapped her arms about the young boy and drew his hot little body to hers in a show of passion and love. They laid like that for a long time, and as she cuddled Dominic as he lay there above her relishing his post-climatic bliss, her breathing slowly returned to normal. It had been a long, exciting day for Dominic too and exhausted and drained, he fell asleep there in her arms, his limp dick still up her pussy. She let him lie there for a bit to be sure he was asleep, and as she waited she reached over and squeezed the cum-filled tip of Cory's condom. It was weird thinking of her son being able to produce cum, but she knew that children were reaching puberty at an earlier and earlier age. As she squeezed the warm bulb of cum, knowing that it was her son's sent a tingle of arousal up her spine.

Finally gently raising Dominic and laying him down on the bed as one might a child, she ever so slowly began to slip the condom off his now limp dick. He twisted and sighed, almost waking up, and she paused for a moment before returning to her task. Ever so slowly she managed to remove the rubber. Inspecting the tip closely and finding it appeared empty, she slowly and carefully rolled the condom back up and felt the tip with her little finger. To her relief the inside of the condom was dry. She couldn't possibly be carrying his baby.

Carrying the two boys to Cory's bedroom, she tucked them in, leaving the two of them naked, and gave each a kiss on the forehead. Returning to her bedroom, she crawled into bed too tired to bother putting her night clothes on. Having a relieved mind after almost a week of worrying, and after having had two totally satisfying fucks, she was soon asleep herself, sleeping soundly through the night until Matt arrived home Sunday morning. She was delighted to see him so unexpectedly early, and she was even more delighted to discover she had begun her period.

Cory and Dominic slept even longer and when they awoke to the delightful aroma of blueberry pancakes and bacon cooking, Cory knew his dad had come home. When he and Dominic joined his parents in the kitchen, it was as if nothing had happened the night before, and from his mother's behaviour, one could easily have concluded it was all nothing more than a dream. It wasn't, of course, and Cory had the proof. After breakfast, he and Dominic viewed the video that had been recorded the night before and stored on Cory's hard drive, Cory having totally forgotten the cam recorder was rigged to record as soon as motion sensors picked up that someone was in the room, and of course Dominic having been unaware of the camera. It was wicked watching themselves fucking on the tape, and as they glanced at each other and grinned they felt their dicks beginning to swell. To their surprise, there was a second video made later that morning when Cory's father had arrived home.

"Looks like your mom's happy to see him," Dominic observed as she woke up and looked up at him groggily and then smiled as she slowly sat up and they kissed. They talked for a few minutes about his trip to the Sierras and how her day had been, and she mentioned Dominic was sleeping over. Cory was about to shut the tape off when his father began to caress her breasts. Moments later his mother reached down and began to unzip his fly. "Real happy to see him," Dominic giggled as Cory's father stood up and Cory's mother sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down his pants.

"Looks like he's happy to see her too," Cory said impishly as she pushed down his boxers to reveal that his cock was already stiff, and the two boys giggled. By the time Marian Wilson had finished giving her husband a blow job, the two boys, who had been jacking each other off as they watched the recording, were about to have their first climax of the day. When they went back downstairs for lunch, as they looked at the two adults, the image of Cory's father standing there in the bedroom with his pants and underwear about his ankles and his naked wife sitting on the bed, the same bed they'd fucked her in the night before, sucking his cock popped into their minds. That was not an image that went away easily, and by the time they'd finished their lunch both boys were stiff once again. Dominic had to go home after lunch, but the two boys had time for a quick sixty-nine before he left to take care of the problem.

Cory had arrived at the Gilles's several hours later at same time as Juan and Billy, and while they'd had their double fuck with Annette he'd done her mom. Now as Antoinette stroked his swollen, throbbing cock, he was ready for another fuck, but then he really had to go home and do some homework. Tomorrow was a school day.

Chapter Thirty-Four

"Fuck, that's the worst bloody game we've played yet!"

"Tell me!"

"Everyone's just fuckin' given up."

"Even Justin."

"Oh yeah. Some team captain he's turned out to be."

"His ol'man should have made him captain of the cheerleading team."

"Maybe he's saving that position for Justin's kid brother," suggested Chad Freeman, causing several of the team to laugh.

"It true what I hear, that his brother is a little faggot?"

"Oh yeah, Spence's brother says he's always hanging around the boys' room checking everyone out, and Andy says he's seen him at the mall advertising his ass."

"No wonder Goosey can't coach worth a damn. He can't even raise his sons."

"Maybe he should join the cheerleading team."

"Maybe he should. Everyone's fantasy is to screwing a cheerleader, right? If Goosey was one of them, they'd fight each other for the chance!" observed Chad's cousin, James Freeman, causing those around them to laugh.

"Dude, that is so funny!"

"Who knows, maybe he's a faggot like his kid," James observed. James's younger brother, Jason, used to be Anton's best friend up until recently and he'd confirmed Spence's brother's information. That information also explained why Jason had stopped seeing Anton so suddenly.

As the team continued off the field, Cory glanced up at Billy, who glanced over at Juan. Busy French kissing Annette and finger fucking her hot, juice-dripping cunt under her short skirt, neither noticed that the game was even over never mind Billy's glance nor having heard the conversation as the team had left the field.

"When?" Billy asked. Not 'what'or 'can.' He had a basic idea what Cory had in mind, which was enough, and though he didn't know how, he knew Cory could do it.

"After practice Monday."

Julius and Justin had thought Saturday was a bad day, but that was nothing compared to Monday. They had no sooner walked in the door than Julius had a call from Bob Moser, telling him instead of meeting in the park to meet him with his three boys at six at the Economy Inn, and to ask the desk clerk for the key to Room 137 reserved for Mrs. Smith. Bob had not shown up in the park Saturday nor Sunday, and he didn't say why the motel or mention the game, but Julius knew Bob had to have heard about their loss, and that whatever he had in mind would not be good, especially having phoned him at home and told him where to meet, a first since their encounter in the park four long months ago. When he told Justin, the teenager's heart sank. He didn't know what Bob had in mind either, but every high school guy knew the Economy Inn was where you went if you wanted to rent a cheap room for an hour, and that the strip mall two blocks up the street was where you could pick up a cheap hooker.

That wasn't all. As they sat down to supper, Antoinette presented Julius with a picture that he did not want to see. A picture of him, Julian and François being fucked by Bob Moser and Spence and Lane Spudder, and Anton on his knees sucking off François, the faces of him and his sons clearly recognizable but those of the others blacked out if the face was visible. "So this is what you do when you go jogging?" she asked flatly.

"Where did you get this?"

"I found it."

Found it? Where could she find it? And how? When he'd confronted Bob Moser about Cory having seen the picture of him and Lad, Bob had adamantly denied having posted the picture anywhere, and had then fucked Julius even more brutally for suggesting it. He'd also pointed out in that he and the Spudder boys were in the pictures they evidently hadn't taken them, but Julius was certain Bob had arranged to have them taken in the first place, and that he was the one who'd posted one of the pictures where Cory could find it just out of spite regardless of Bob's denial. There was no question the man hated him. As that conversation flashed through his mind, he realized that was the where and the how regarding Antoinette's possession of the picture. Cory had not just seen the picture with him and Lad, but evidently also the one Antoinette had dropped on his plate. He'd also evidently pocketed it, and when he'd been at his house he'd either dropped it, or Antoinette had found it in his pocket. He did, after all, just chuck his clothes anywhere when he came in the house, and Antoinette picked up after him just like she did with her sons. Julius blanched. Did that mean she had seen the one of him and Lad too?

"Well?"

"It's not how it looks. I, we, we were forced."

"Forced? How?"

How do you explain to your wife you were blackmailed into having sex after being caught getting screwed by a dog, and that to save yourself you'd sacrificed your sons, allowing you and your sons to be further blackmailed?

"I didn't think you had an answer. You're evidently enjoying it. Is that why we haven't had sex for the past three months?" Julius's sons and daughters squirmed uncomfortably, the food on the table untouched. This was not the sort of conversation you wanted to hear between your parents. "You prefer men over me?" They squirmed even more.

"Of course not! You're having my child aren't you?"

"It's not your child." Julius looked at her blankly. "It's Cory Wilson's."

Other than Juliette, who at seven believed her friend's story that the angels planted a special baby seed inside the mommy's belly and didn't understand what Cory Wilson had to do with it, Julius was the only one to whom that came as a surprise. Cory Wilson was his student! And the boy was only thirteen! The father of the baby in his wife's womb?

"Who was that on the phone just now?" Antoinette pressed.

Julius knew there was no point in lying, but he couldn't tell her either. "It was your lover wasn't it? You're meeting with him. All of you are just itching to go meet with your lovers."

"He's not my lover. None of them are our lovers. It's not what 3;"

"Fine! Lie! I know the truth. Pictures don't lie," she said, waving the incriminating photo in the air. "You like being the woman in a relationship? Well then you can dress the part."

Picking up the stacks of clothing on the china cabinet, which none of them had noticed in their hurry to eat after soccer practice and get to the park on time so as not to get Bob and the Spudders angry, she slammed them down in front of each of them. Looking at the clothes, they looked up at their fuming mother and wife one by one in disbelief and uncertainty. "Annette, go get my make-up."

The plan worked out even more perfectly than he'd expected, and Cory hadn't even had to be there to keep things going smoothly with his headband. All it had taken was the supposedly accidentally dropped picture when he'd taken off his pants for a quick screw Sunday while Julius and his sons were out jogging, and then planting the idea of since they were being used like women to dress the part. The rest had been Antoinette's, including her choice of clothing.

Six o'clock four obvious she-males got out of a 2004 Lincoln Cartier at the Economy Inn. The oldest, and by far the largest and homeliest with a developing beer gut and fat ass, walked, or more appropriately staggered, in her high heels into the office and got the key. Although it was the ugliest she-male he'd ever seen, the desk clerk didn't even bat an eye. Nothing that went on at the motel surprised him anymore. It was a simple room, a bed with plain sheets, a small night table with a lamp, two stiff-backed wooden chairs, a small, round table with wobbly legs, and a closet-sized bathroom. At least it had a smoke detector on the wall and a water sprinkler in the centre of the ceiling. No phone, no television, no pictures on the wall, just a large, ugly air vent. They'd barely gotten in the room when there was a knock on the door. Julius opened it, expecting to see Bob Moser. Instead, there stood Spence Spudder, still in his soccer uniform from the after-school practice, and behind him, the rest of the soccer team, also in their uniforms. Spence had told them not to change nor even shower after practice.

"I don't fuckin' believe it," snorted James Freeman, his eyes wide in disbelief. And his father had threatened the Academy Board of Trustees that he'd take him and his brother out of school, and of course cease his generous donations, if they kept Bob Moser as coach, and had ranted and raved about what a pervert Bob Moser was!

"You were fuckin' right," observed his cousin Chad as he glanced at Spence Spudder.

The rest of the team just snickered and stared at the four totally embarrassed and humiliated she-males as they pushed into the room, fourteen muscular studs still in their sweaty soccer jerseys and grass-stained shorts and their cleats. There was just barely standing room. Before them was Madam Goosey Gilles in a low-cut, tight, slinky red dress that revealed his hairy, flabby chest, his protruding middle-age gut, and his broad ass, with cherry-red lipstick and rouge, eye shadow and fake eyelashes. Miss Julian stood beside him in the school's cheerleading uniform with the tight burgundy blouse cut low to show off a cheerleader's tits, in this case a padded bra, and the short, tan skirt to show off her hairy legs, which it did, at least down to her knee-high black socks. He wore a dark brown, shoulder-long wig and make-up that had been applied by his sister. Beside him was Anton, with his studded dog collar and chain and black lipstick and thick eye liner applied by his mother, in a purple padded bra and black halter that revealed his arms and midriff and a short leather skirt that revealed his slender legs. Beside him, in a wig of curly red hair with white lace bows on each side, stood fresh-faced nine-year-old François in a little girl's cute frilly, pink dress and white ankle socks. The four blushed a bright red as half the soccer team of highschool studs gaped at them with open mouths and the other half snickered and unsuccessfully tried to hold back their laughter.

"I get the cheerleader," Spence finally announced. Although Bob had told him where to go and what to expect after Cory's call to Bob on Saturday, what he'd found was still a shock and it had taken a couple minutes to come back to his senses. Thinking it all had been set up by Bob, he had no idea where the man got his ideas, but he liked the way he thought. From the response of his teammates, so did they.

"In that case, I want big momma," grinned Kenny Young. He wondered if his first kiss with a man would be anything like his first kiss with a girl, which had been with Chrissie Spackman at the Christmas dance just before he'd turned fourteen just over a year ago. He figured maybe they should go straight to getting a blow job, which Chrissie had done for her and his first time six months later. When she'd refused to go any further, he'd dropped her three months after that, something he later regretted as he hadn't made out with anyone since. Today he planned on making up for that, and who better to suck him off than his hated evidently faggot coach?

"Do you think she can take on two at the same time?" asked Theo, who at six-foot four [1.92m] and two-hundred and ten pounds [95kg], all solid muscle, was the largest member of the team, and one of the star athletes of the school.

"Hell, she could probably take on the whole team at the same time," Kenny responded with a grin.

"Me, I want a piece of the cheerleader's ass," announced Colin Cosher, the seventeen-year-old son of the Chairman of the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys. This was going to be hot, fucking the ass of his sister's boyfriend! If he was screwing her, this would be double payback time, once for being such a screw up team captain, and once for the arrogant prick humping his sister.

The two cousins, James and Chad, glanced at each other and moved in on Anton while two others of the team, Freddy and Nicholas, approached François and the remaining six soccer players settled back to watch. Backing Goosey onto the bed, Kenny and Theo began stripping him, slipping the straps of his slinky dress over his broad shoulders and pulling it down, revealing his hairy, flabby breasts which they immediately began to squeeze and massage, running their fingers over his nipples and causing them to become firm just as Kenny had done to Chrissy Spackman and Theo was doing to his present girlfriend. Pushing his dress down over his protruding beer gut, they hooted with laughter at the frilly white panties embroidered with dainty purple and yellow flowers. The two boys rubbed his fat, hairy thighs and his crotch from the outside of his panties as they slipped their lips about his hairy nipples and sucked on them as if he were a woman as Kenny had done to Chrissie and Theo hoped to do with his girlfriend any day now. When Kenny puckered up and kissed him on the lips while he slipped a hand inside his panties the watching audience of teammates cheered and laughed at the sight and urged him on. It wasn't anywhere near as good as his first kiss with a girl, but the whole idea of making out with a pretend woman in front of his teammates was enough to start his cock swelling. Mind you, when you are fifteen, that does not take much.

Spence and Colin had meanwhile unbuttoned the blouse of their cheerleader and pushed up her skirt to reveal a pair of sexy pink panties with lace and embroidered with delicate red roses which matched her padded bra, which had also brought snickers from the audience. They similarly caressed her crotch as Kenny and Theo were doing to her father and as, with their lack of experience, they struggled to remove her bra. Pushing down and removing his soccer shorts and his boxers, Spence removed his jock and pressed it over his reluctant but resigned cheerleader's nose and the audience snickered as they commented that he was probably fulfilling one of the cheerleader's dreams. Already turning red with embarrassment and shame, the cheerleader in question turned even redder, partly in anger, and as another commented that soon Spence would be fulling another of her dreams Justin turned as red as the rose embroidered on his panties. Colin by then had also removed his shorts, underwear and jock, and as he pressed his jock over her nose, the two horny teenage boys pressed their bodies against her, sandwiching her between them with her skirt raised and her panties about her ankles. As they gyrated their hips, their cocks began to swell.

Meanwhile James and Chad had raised Anton's skirt to reveal his silk panties and made him kiss them and then raise their soccer jerseys and sniff and lick their sweaty pits with long, damp, silky teenage hair, which they noticed caused a swelling in their girl's purple panties. As Anton licked and kissed Chad's chest and nipples, James removed his padded bra, evidently having experience from the ease with which he did so, and then stood behind him and squeezed and played with his breasts and pulled on his nipple rings, all of which caused his nipples to immediately become firm and caused his panties to tent out even more. He squirmed with such obvious pleasure as James tweaked his swollen nipples and Chad kissed him and groped his crotch that there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was gay. If there was, any doubt was wiped out at the sight of his stiff little three-inch [7½cm] cock and the metal cock ring about the base as Chad pulled down his panties.

Freddy Rabb, the blond-haired, blue-eyed, seventeen-year-old son of a prominent German doctor in Riverside who had been one of the parents who'd threatened to pull his son out of the Academy if Bob Moser remained employed, and Nicholas Pandoppolis, an olive-skinned, dark-eyed sixteen-year-old Greek god, the son of one of Riverside's richest shipping magnates who owned a number of warehouses on the oceanfront and was rumoured to have mob connections and who had boughten his son's way into the otherwise predominantly white protestant student population of Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys, had found that Anton's kid brother was even more of a fag than Anton was, the nine-year-old eagerly slipping his hands into the boxers of the two jocks as they raised his pretty dress and pulled down his pink panties to reveal an already erect little preteen dicklet. He squirmed with pleasure and anticipation as Frederick stroked his swollen, throbbing little boy cock and Nicholas ran a middle finger up along his crack and fingered his little, itching pucker. As Anton eagerly pushed down the jock strap of the heartthrob of half the high school girls at the Academy's sister school, Gladys Harper Private School for Girls, and began to stroke his partially swollen cock, the heartthrob of over half the teenage girls in the Greek community of Riverside pushed down his own jock to reveal a partially aroused monster of a cock which Anton eagerly grabbed with his other hand.

The eight soccer players were eager to seek their revenge against their inept coach and team captain and the two sons and brothers of the two in their place. They were also hormone-charged, and the majority virgins. Although every one of them was a hundred percent straight, their sex play with the supposed girls and the opportunity to have sex got all of them stiff in short time, and one by one they removed their jocks if they were not already removed or had their girls remove them for them.

Anton sniffed the sweaty jocks of his two attackers eagerly, thrilling with the fragrance of their hot teenage balls, his young cock throbbing and jerking hotly in his panties. He licked the salty lining of the cups in eager anticipation of licking the balls that had nestled in them. He did not care what the others thought as his deep-seated desire implanted by Cory rose and the young bottom boy's body ached for cock. François too inhaled deeply as one and then the other of his two attackers pressed their sweaty cups against his nose and his little boy dicklet throbbed painfully with arousal. His body ached also, not due to any trance induced by Cory Wilson but with the natural lust of a young boy who has discovered the joys of sex and of being a boy. Of course the two were embarrassed by their evident pleasure, a pleasure their peers and society denounced and repressed, and by being pawed by the soccer players in front of their father and brother and in front of all the other soccer players, but Anton's trance-induced lust for cock and François' natural need to satisfy the itch up his rectum were stronger.

Julius and Julian on the other hand were far from willing participants, having no such desires induced by Cory's headband and both having been brainwashed by society into believing that any sex between two males was sinful and filthy. Embarrassed for themselves and for each other, son and father lie there on the bed side by side being fondled and caressed as their lovers treated them like two whores, in part because in their hatred for the two they saw them as nothing more than whores, and in part because seeing them as whores and treating them as women helped justify in their minds they were engaging in a homosexual act. It certainly helped later to rationalize why they'd gotten erections and had found such pleasure in what they'd done.

And so Julius found himself laying on his back in the bed with his legs spread and Theo kneeling between them as he lubed his throbbing six inches [15cm] of cock with KY jelly, which Bob had told Julius to stop and buy on his way to the motel, and Kenny kneeling on the floor beside him and rubbing the knob of his erect cock across his lips. Julian had been tossed on the bed beside his father and now found his ass and legs being raised in the air as Colin placed the tip of his lubed cock against his hole and as Spence, kneeling on the other side of the bed, yanked back his head and prepared to shove his stiff meat in his mouth. Father and son pushed out with their abdomens and relaxed their sphincters to ease the pain, reinforcing the belief of the two horny boys about to penetrate them that they were sinking their stiff cocks up two willing and degenerate fag whores. Their stiffness and randiness combined with the lube and the experience of the two Gilles's made their first penetration of ass comparatively effortless, and the two virgins marvelled at the heat and pleasure of having their aching cocks surrounded by moist, throbbing flesh and they wondered if that was how it felt when a guy sank his cock up a girl's twat. It was at least how they had imagined pussy would be, and they eagerly sank their stiff cocks deep up the rectums of the two painted whores until their balls were pressing against their backsides.

As Julius and Julian felt the stiff, thick cocks penetrating them, they slipped their lips over the knobs of the two erect pricks of the other boys and began to suck as they continued down the shafts. Again, the ease and seeming eagerness with which they slipped their mouths over the aching cocks of the two boys reaffirmed in their minds that they were being sucked off by two faggot whores, reinforced of course by the lipstick and rouge and by the need to believe that although they were engaged in a homosexual act, one which they were finding intensely pleasant, they themselves were not fags.

That was predominant in the minds of the four boys at the beginning, but as Theo and Colin pumped their hips to and fro, working their stiff, aching teenage cocks in and out of the assholes of their two whores, and as Kenny and Spence felt the familiar thrills of stimulation ripple through their cockheads as the two mouths sucked on their throbbing cocks and the two pairs of lips slipped up and down their thick shafts, the four soon forgot such concerns and pure physical pleasure took over. What did it matter what sex was pleasing them as long as they were being pleased?

Bending over and grasping the back of one of the wooden chairs for support, Anton eagerly and willingly spread his legs as James placed the tip of his lubed cock against his asshole, and he eagerly and willingly opened his mouth and slipped it over the blood-engorged knob of James's cousin Chad. He quivered with delight as he felt James's cock sink up his rectum and he pushed out with his abdominal muscles to help him sink his cock up his ass. As James grasped his hips and slowly began to withdraw, he clamped his sphincter shut, knowing the tightness would increase both his pleasure and that of the boy beginning to fuck him. At the same time he let his saliva collect in his mouth and baste the knob of Chad's cock and he ran his tongue over the swollen knob before swallowing the cock-flavoured spittle, again knowing his actions would please both of them. He lusted after cock as a starving man would lust over a ripe banana, and he lusted just as much for his own pleasure as he did to bring pleasure to the boy he was sucking and the boy fucking his ass.

His father and brother laying in the bed also being fucked and sucking cock, and his kid brother performing the same service for the other two soccer players all added to the eroticism of the evening, and he sucked on Chad's cock and worked his lips up and down the shaft with unabashed delight and arousal, his long earrings swaying with the bobbing motion. His tiny, stiff cocklet jerked with arousal as he felt James's cock pumping in and out of his rectum, sending tingles of pleasure through his stretched asshole and ripples of pleasure through his groin each time James's cockhead brushed against his sphincter. He wondered if James would tell his brother Jason what they'd done, and if Jason would reveal what had he'd done at Cory's party. In a way he hoped the two brothers would talk. He and Jason had been best friends for eight years, back from the first day of school in kindergarten, and he missed his friendship. Over the past few weeks as he'd lain in bed drifting off to sleep, even on those nights he'd fucked his kid brother, he'd thought back to him and Jason jacking off the black dude's monster cock while he'd jerked them off, and the two times Jason had been sucked off by Kenneth Ballard, and had wished the two of them might mess around with each other.

François was getting the itch up his rectum satisfied and he worked his sphincter in time with Frederick's thrusts and withdrawals. The two boys had had him bend over and lie on his stomach on the wobbly table and Frederick was ramming his thick, teen cock in and out of his ass while Nicholas took up the position in the front and was getting his slender olive branch eagerly sucked. The pleasure on François' face was as evident as the pleasure on the faces of the two teenage heartthrobs. As they tensed with the familiar tension developing in their groins and the familiar throbbing of their swollen cocks, neither boy being a virgin, the adoring girls at Gladys Harper and the teenage girls of the Greek community of Riverside, and the hopeful mothers of both group of girls, would have been shocked to see the two handsome teenage athletes standing there in the crowded motel room in their soccer jerseys and naked from the waist down getting their rocks off with a nine-year-old boy dressed in a frilly pink dress and one leg still in his flimsy panties.

Theo grunted and threw his head back as he thrust his hips forward and it was evident to the six teammates leaning against the walls or sitting on the floor watching the hot action that he was shooting his stuff up their hated coach's rectum. The soccer player's breath trembled as he shot off his first load that was not by his own hand. That it was up the fat ass of a forty-four-year-old pot-bellied man did not matter. It felt great. Kenny Young felt the same way as he felt his thick, teenage cum rising up the core of his numb, aching cock. Goosey had given him an awesome blow job, one even better than Chrissie Spackman had given. Being a fellow guy, that he knew better how to suck a cock made sense. From his past experiences Julius knew the boy was going to shoot from the tremor in his thick shaft, but despite his past experience he was unable to swallow the boy's thick, copious flow of teenage spooge as fast as the horny grade ten student shot it out, and the excess oozed out of the corners of his painted lips and oozed down around his chin, something that the awaiting six did not fail to notice.

At almost the same time, Colin Cosher plunged his cock up the rectum of his teammate and began shooting his thick load of cum up the team captain's rectum. Colin trembled with the pleasure sweeping over him and he closed his eyes and sighed with the sensation. Kneeling there between the legs of the made-up cheerleader with her tan skirt pushed up, her burgundy blouse wide open, and still wearing her knee-high black socks, and him still in his soccer jersey, his cock buried deep up the other boys' ass and his face contorted with pleasure, his father, who had dismissed Bob Moser even after the courts had cleared him of any wrongdoing, would have had heart failure had he knew. As for Spence Spudder, shooting his load down the throat of his replacement was not a new experience, but doing it in front of the rest of the soccer team was, and it was a powerful, awesome feeling.

Having his rectum filled with hot, teen cum and drinking down the thick, juicy load of a second randy teenager straight from his swollen, throbbing cock was a powerful, awesome feeling for Anton Gilles also. The randy twelve-year-old boy's head was spinning with the rapture of having had his ass raped and having a hot, thick cock spewing out its spooge up his rectum while a second was filling his mouth. He hungrily swallowed the tart, slimy cum and sucked deeply on the hollow tube to suck out every last ounce of the delicious marrow, and he tightened his sphincter about the thick cock rammed up his asshole with equal delight.

Bent over the wobbly table, nine-year-old François Gilles was similarly gasping and quivering with the pleasure of having been raped and having had the spooge of a horny teenage stud shot down his throat. He trembled and tightened and relaxed his sphincter about the thick cock plugging his ass as Freddy Rabb gasped in like pleasure, having found that fucking the tight ass of a nine-year-old boy was as pleasurable as fucking the hot, juicy twat of a teenage cheerleader. Nicholas Pandoppolis had also discovered that getting a blow job from a nine-year-old boy dressed in a frilly dress was just as hot as being blown by a real girl, and, like Kenny Young, he too concluded that a guy, having a cock of his own, did a much better job than a girl could ever do.

As Kenny finally withdrew his now flaccid cock and stepped back and Theo finally eased his cock out of Goosey's ass and stood up, they were replaced by two of their anxiously waiting, stiff-cocked teammates. Julian similarly found the next two of his teammates were eager to get their nuts off as Spence slipped his cock out of his mouth and stepped back from the bed and Colin Cosher at last pulled out his thick cock and got to his feet. Julius reluctantly pushed out once again with his abdominal muscles and once again slipped his mouth over the thick knob of the cock being shoved between his lips. He began to suck on the swollen organ as he felt his rectum being stuffed once more by hot, throbbing teenage cock, embarrassed for himself, and for his teenage son laying beside him. Being raped and forced to suck cock by two of his teenage players was humiliating enough, but being forced to do so in front of his son who lay there helplessly while two of his teammates abused his father, and while being similarly abused himself, was a scene that only Satan could have dreamed up. Humiliated beyond description, Julius lay there on his back being rocked back and forth on the cheap bed by the force of the teenage boy fucking his ass as he sucked on the thick, throbbing cock of a second teenage boy, cursing Bob Moser with all his heart.

Julian was just as embarrassed as his father. For the second time that evening he was getting his ass fucked by a teammate while being forced to suck the filthy cock of a second, while another two of his teammates were similarly abusing his father. He knew why it was happening. It was because his father was a perverted screw-up of a coach and a degenerate who preferred getting his ass fucked by a German Shepherd over fucking his wife, who'd been knocked up by one of his thirteen-year-old junior high students. He totally hated the fat, hairy, pervert. And he was in the position he was in because the entire team hated him, hated him for not being able to lead them as well Spence Spudder had, and for having been placed in the position of team captain by his ignorant father. As he grunted and groaned from the fury of the teammate fucking his ass, his body being slammed forward with each thrust, he angrily sucked on the cock in his mouth, anxious to get it over and done with as he cursed his father for him being in the position he was in, and his mother for humiliating him by dressing him up as cheerleader, and his sister for painting him up like a whore, something that the pregnant bitch was.

François was delighted on the other hand when Freddy Rabb withdrew his cock only to find his rectum being stuff by a second teenage soccer player. He closed his eyes and sighed with open pleasure as he felt the teenager, driven mad with lust after watching eight of his teammates getting their nuts off, ramming his cock rapidly in and out of his rectum. The wobbly table almost collapsed with his fury, and his stiff little cocklet was roughly scraped back and forth over the surface as the teenager banged away at his ass, sending shards of that strange, sweet pain through the tiny, swollen organ.

Anton too was delighted when Byron Baynham, the fourteenth and last of the team, stepped up before him, the foreskin of his beautiful, swollen cock skinned back to reveal the deep purplish-red mushroom cap. Downy-cheeked with dreamy, dark brown eyes and long feathery eyelashes and fine, dark brown hair combed in a bang over his forehead and down over his ears, the teenager, and his mother, had plans on him becoming a model, and his captivating face had already appeared across the nation in ads promoting his father's multimillion dollar company, Baynham Technologies, in Silicon Valley. Anton eagerly and hungrily ran his tongue over the swollen cap of his cock and along the sensitive edge and was rewarded with a huge dollop of clear pre-cum, the horny fifteen-year-old teenager already near popping from having watched eight of his teammates getting their nuts off.

All six of the remaining soccer players were, and it was not long before another six pairs of cum-filled teenage balls were drawn up tight under stiff, aching cocks and pumping out thick, copious, teenage spooge. Once again six horny, gasping teenage studs, the cream of Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys' athletes, the scions of six proud and unsuspecting fathers and the joy of six loving mothers, tensed their muscular bodies with sexual pleasure and discovered that having your nuts brought off by another guy was not a bad thing.

Julius and Julian sighed also as they felt their partners coming, not out of pleasure as their partners assumed and would brag later, but because the two assumed that their ordeals were over. Neither had taken into account the level of anger that had been built up over the past five months, nor the effect on fourteen horny teenage boys of having just seen each other shooting their loads. By the time the second string had gotten their nuts off, as quickly as that had been, the first string was ready to go at it again. The four who had taken their anger and frustration out on Anton and François now paired up with Julius and Julian, leaving the two younger boys for their teammates, who just as eagerly raped the two youngsters, though from the eagerness of the two youngsters, it could hardly be considered rape. Some continued to wear their jerseys and their woolen soccer socks and cleats, others chose to strip naked.

And, when they were done, which took them all a bit longer having just shot off a load, which only increased their delight and increased the torture of the two who were participating under duress, the second string was ready to go at it a second time also, and they too swapped so all could have a chance to vent their anger and get their revenge on the two responsible, Madam Goosey and his faggot cheerleader son. The air in the crowded, tiny room was heavy with the scent of spilt semen and teenage sweat. For the next four hours the team, driven by their anger and frustration and the sexually charged room stepped up and got one off, filling the asses and mouths of the Gilles she-males with their hot, thick teen cum. For most of them it took three times to work off their steam. With forty-two shots of teen spunk and eighteen hot, sweaty bodies, the air in the small room was rich and fertile.

Finally spent, they at last dressed and prepared to leave. Spence took out an envelop and calling for everyone's attention, he opened it up.

"This is a note from Moose," he said, referring to Bob Moser who'd gotten the nickname back in his college days on account of his size and his aggressive technique on the soccer field, and which his high school students had picked up and used affectionately in reference to him. "He said to open it after we were all done." Spence smiled as he read the short note, and then read it to the team: "Hope you all had a good time and worked off that pent-up energy. Now go out and win the next game and I'll rent the room again for your victory celebration with Madam Gilles and her little whoresons." The team cheered and laughed and resolved that they'd do just that on Saturday's game with San Jose High.

The team left in high spirits, followed soon after by the Gilles family. Julius had no idea how he was going to possibly look at any of his players in the eye come Thursday's team practice let alone coach them, and Julian shuffled across the parking lot with a frown and defeated slump as he thought of the horror and embarrassment of having to meet his teammates at school in the morning. Damn it, he was no whoreson, and he certainly was no faggot! His heart sunk to a new low, he felt even filthier and more humiliated than the evening Spence had shit in his hands and he'd been forced to feed the stinking crap to his father. On the other hand, Anton and François, their make-up smeared and their wigs and clothing in disarray, had never felt better as they walked to the car with smiles on their faces and hopes for a win on Saturday.

Watching the 2004 Lincoln Cartier pulling out of the lot from the motel office, Billy Dean finished his beer and picking up the extra key, headed off to Room 137 to pick up the tape in the hidden cams, the one disguised as a water sprinkler in the ceiling, the one disguised as a smoke detector on the wall, and the third behind the air vent that could pan the room and zoom in and out by remote from the office or the adjacent room. He and the owner of the motel had used Room 137 many times in the past. This could be one profitable she-male video, but for now he had been paid by Bob Moser for exclusive rights for his own personal enjoyment and future use, and he had been paid very well.

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