PZA: Teacher 46-49

Chapter 46: bb Mb — Chapter 47: Ft — Chapter 48: gg Mg — Chapter 49: gg

Chapter Forty-Six

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Thanks to Terry for suggesting Jonah learn about fisting and become Anton's master.

Jacob Schuller stroked his upper lip, first the right side and then the left, running the tip of his index finger along his stiff, narrow moustache. It was a nervous habit he'd developed while studying for his Master's degree in Berlin a couple years ago. At the moment, Jacob Schuller was very nervous. This had really been Cory Wilson's idea, not his, and he was having serious second thoughts as he glanced around the school yard and at the main doors of the school once again. Cory could be very convincing. He had also said the boy would be waiting for him. Only a minute had passed by since he'd pulled up, but he was not a patient man at the best of times, and this was dangerous. As the big doors opened, he tensed, fearing it might be the school principal or a teacher coming to ask him why he was loitering at the Clarence Daw Elementary School.

It was a boy fitting the description Cory had given him, average height and weight for a grade two student, about four feet tall [1.20m] and fifty pounds [23kg], but with gorgeous blond hair, curly, thick and long, extending down to his collar and over his ears and in a bang over his forehead, and with beautiful, deep blue eyes. He was the type of boy whose looks instantly melted women's hearts and stiffened boylover's cocks. The boy glanced around, as if looking for someone, and then looking straight at him, he dashed over. Boys at that age never walked, or even just ran, they dashed.

"You Mister Schuller?" the boy asked, poking his head in the open window on the passenger side.

"Kewel!" the boy responded, his bright face growing even brighter as he broke into a wide smile. He had large, beautiful white teeth.

"You must be Jonah. Throw your backpack in the back seat." Even in Grade Two students had begun carrying their school work in huge backpacks. Doctors were reporting more and more cases of back problems among students. Mind you the boy's was not that huge. One of those gaudy coloured little kid ones, orange and yellow and red, with one of those cartoon characters from Saturday morning TV or Saturday afternoon matinees. Being a bachelor he had no idea which, nor the name of the character or even what the character was supposed to be. Throwing his backpack in the back seat, the boy climbed into the front and did up his seatbelt. He could barely see over the dash.

As he pulled out away from the curb and headed down the street, Jacob glanced at the boy, his heart pounding high in his chest, and he inhaled deeply. He'd never felt so nervous in all his life, not even when he'd prepared for his oral exams for his master's degree. The boy was as cute as a button with that sweet, innocent face, gorgeous blond hair and blue eyes, and smooth, plump cheeks. A cherub Cory had said as he and his friend Anthony had thumbed through some of his kiddy porn pictures and Cory had said he knew a boy who would be perfect if he was looking for a boy to take pictures of.

Cory and his friend had dropped by the school last Thursday to watch the soccer practice, and catch a ride to his house for 'some fooling around' as Cory put it. Jacob being a man of routine and schedules, Cory's spur of the moment impulsiveness and total lack of the concept of advance warning was upsetting, but it was also so characteristic of youth, especially youth of today, and especially here in America. It was Jacob Schuller's admiration of just such spontaneity in youth that had made him become a teacher.

"You know, you shouldn't just jump in the car of any stranger," Jacob felt he had to advise. There were so many molesters out there, and young Jonah Winthrop was a molester magnet if he'd ever seen one. This was the first time he'd ever picked up a child himself, but Jacob Schuller had been dealing in porn long enough to know what he was talking about.

"But you're not just any stranger. You're Mister Schuller," Jonah replied with his grade two logic. His father had warned him hundreds of times that he was not to go with strangers or get in strange cars. But Cory Wilson had described Mister Schuller and his car to him and Cory knew him so it wasn't like he was a total stranger or anything. If he was a friend of Cory's, he had to be all right, and besides, Cory said that after last Sunday his father wasn't the boss of him anymore.

It was so sad that delight and enthusiasm were lost as students grew older, and it seemed like it was getting lost at a younger and younger age, even as young as in Grade Two, and not just in the public school system where, in his opinion, teachers and teaching was inferior. It was in the private school system too, many students there because of their parents' wishes and pressure, not because they wanted to be there. It was only because it was easier to find employment as a German teacher in the private schools than the public that Jacob had chosen the private school route to teach when he had immigrated to the United States actually. He had little respect for the typically arrogant and condescending parents who chose to send their children to private schools for all the wrong reasons. "And what made it so awesome?"

"Miss Ellis learned us this stuff about how they made soap in the old days and then we tried making some like they did. It was so way kewel," Jonah responded. "And you know today is Valentine's Day?"

"Yes," Jacob responded with a smile. It was so delightful the way children soaked up information at that age, and how since everything was a big mystery to be discovered they thought it was so for everyone. As for it being Valentine's Day, not having anyone special in his life, it could have easily gone by unnoticed if it were not for the tendency of schools to focus their activities on the calendar.

"Well, we learned all about Saint Valentine, and I got a whole bunch of Valentines." Jonah babbled on, having taken a liking to Jacob Schuller immediately. The man smiled a lot, and listened when a kid talked. Most adults didn't. His father never. Cory had said Mister Schuller would though, and that he was nice, and Cory knew stuff like that. He was smart.

Jacob was smiling, Jonah's smile being contagious, as was his enthusiasm for learning. Feeling much more at ease, he drove over to the Sixteenth Street Mall. Anton was standing there, as he had been the last four Saturdays, and who knows how many Saturdays before that, and what other days besides, just as Cory said he would be. It had been four Saturdays ago that Jacob had first spotted him. Sixteenth Street was not a street he travelled frequently, but his sideline of selling European porn sometimes took him to the area surrounding the mall. He never felt safe there, and always felt filthy when he left even if he stayed in his car the whole time. He thankfully normally did his business elsewhere, usually in the Industrial Park since that was where the bigger dealers did their business, and he was not normally one to be working at the street level of distribution.

At first he had not recognized Anton, having seen him only in his prim rgab school uniform and without all the makeup, and despite his sideline, not really expecting a boy Anton's age to be selling his body. Curious, he'd returned the following Saturday and the one after that, at the same time, and Anton was there all three times. It was last Thursday, after that third Saturday, that he'd asked Cory as he and Anthony had looked through some of his pictures if he knew anything about it, and Cory had confirmed that Anton was selling his body to guys, and suggested that the two of them, Jacob and Anton, could have some hot fun and maybe make some hot porn videos on the side, Anton being very skilled at what he did, and that if he liked the idea, he just had to say so and Cory could make it happen. It was a thought once planted he could not get out of his mind, especially since he saw Anton every day, though as Anton sat there in his German class the next day, it was difficult to imagine the clean-cut boy sitting in the front row in his school uniform was the spike-haired, multi pierced b-boy selling his body on Sixteenth Street.

After Cory's suggestion, he had to check out Anton again, and for the fourth Saturday in a row he'd been there flaunting his stuff. Jacob could think of nothing else all the rest of the weekend, and had finally phoned Cory Sunday night and told him he'd decided to give Cory's idea of making a video a try, thinking maybe Anton playing with himself and maybe using a dildo or something. He was also thinking perhaps the following Saturday or something and not really thinking how they'd even get started, so he was surprised to get a call back in fifteen minutes saying everything was already set up for Monday night for not just Anton but Jonah too, and what he had to do! Cory had hung up before he could say no.

Anton of course did not know that he knew Anton's other life, and as he drove up to the strip mall he wasn't sure just how he was going to approach the boy. It would be a surprise for the youngster to see a teacher in a seedy neighbourhood like Sixteenth Street, and especially to have a teacher from his school find him standing there blatantly selling his body. It was going to be even more difficult explaining that he wanted him to come with him, and why. Was he to offer him money? That seemed so crass. And it was illegal. He was thirty. The boy was thirteen. With all those thoughts in his mind and still not knowing how he was going to do it, he pulled up to the Acme Adult Video and Book Store where Anton was leaning against the wall in a suggestive pose. His heart had speeded up and risen in his chest again. He was not cut out for this sort of thing. He did not have to worry about what he was going to say. Cory had really meant it when he said everything was set up.

Anton looked over at Jonah in surprise. The previous evening Cory had phoned and told him that as his future whatever relative, being the father of Anton's mother's baby and all, he had a special Valentine's gift for him, and for him to put on his usual outfit that he wore to the Sixteenth Street Strip Mall and go to his usual spot and that two people he knew would pick him up at five the next day and give him his present. Of course Anton knew Cory knew he had a standing jogging date at six, but Cory told him that had also been taken care of, and he didn't have to go.

"Jonah?" He'd been curious just who it was that was going to meet him, and had several guesses, but Jonah Winthrop was not one of them. He walked over and looked into the car. "Mister Schuller?" His German teacher he definitely had not expected! He immediately turned a bright red and began desperately trying to think of an explanation why he was there on Sixteenth Street, and why he was dressed as he was. A costume Valentine's party? A junior high school prank? Maybe some type of hazing or initiation or something?

"Kewel." He turned and looked at Jacob Schuller excitedly, waiting for him to tell Anton to join them.

"Well, we're it," Jonah said cheerfully. He glanced over at Jacob again. Faced with the reality of the situation, Jacob was beginning to think perhaps this was not such a good idea after all, but how was he going to get out of it? "Cory said we're going to your house," Jonah observed when the teacher didn't say anything. Why adults took so long to do stuff he didn't understand.

"Oh. Ah, yes, I guess." Cory had told him which of the items in his collection to set out as props for the video. He evidently had told Jonah about them also, though a seven-year-old boy could not possibly have any concept what they were or their purpose. He looked across at Anton and wondered just how much Cory had told him. Surely he hadn't told him about the things he did with Cory and Anthony. It was Jacob Schuller's turn to turn red. "So, ah, do you want to come with us?"

Anton shrugged and got in. He was as uncertain about this as Jacob Schuller was, and even more in the dark, but if it was Cory's idea 3; As Jacob Schuller pulled out of the parking lot and headed up the street, Anton thought about some of Cory's other ideas, like the strip tease at their pool with his father that seemed so long ago now, the party he and Jason had gone to where Dominic had lost his prune and where he'd first met Jonah, and the party Cory had thrown at his house just before his parents had come home where he and Jonah had some major sex with each other and he'd come to realize just how much he liked getting other guys off. It would be fun to do something with Jonah again, and with Mister Schuller actually. He was not a bad looking guy. Better than a lot of the guys who picked up him up at the Sixteenth Street Mall. By the time they arrived at Jacob Schuller's house in Falconridge Anton had a raging boner.

Jacob took the two boys directly to his study, a small room off the library that looked out through two large French doors to the patio and flower garden in the back yard. A large, padded black leather chair and a large highly polished mahogany desk dominated the room. Some of his favourite pictures, like the Dutch print of the 'Blue Boy' hung from the wood-panelled walls, and some of his favourite things, like the marble statue of David he'd picked up in Florence, were found on the shelves. Anton and Jonah were just as impressed with his home as Cory and Anthony had been. Among many other things, Jacob Schuller had great taste and a love of expensive things.

"Kewel," said Jonah appreciatively. "So this where we're gonna shoot the movie?"

"Movie?" asked Anton. Jacob Schuller's heart gave a flip. How was he supposed to tell his student he wanted to make a porno movie of him and a seven-year-old boy? Cory evidently had not explained that part.

"Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to give this to you two guys," Jonah suddenly remembered. Removing his backpack, he opened it up and took out two envelopes.

"Hope you like my two Valentine's gifts, Jonah and Anton," began Cory's Valentine's card to Jacob, one of the personalized gay cards he'd run off on his computer. There followed a five-sentence outline of a story/video plot including what he was supposed to do and say. It actually didn't say much of anything at all. Jacob Schuller rubbed his thin moustache nervously.

"I've learned my lines," Jonah said proudly. There were not many. Most of the note Cory had dropped off at his house Sunday along with the two for Mister Schuller and Jason were suggestions what he could do.

Anton didn't really have any lines, his role not being a speaking one. His note, which was another gay card printed off from the Internet, just said that being the star in the video was part of his Valentine's gift and the rest was that he could keep what Mister Schuller would give him to wear, and that his role in the video was to be a virgin slave boy and to do whatever his master, Jonah, told him to.

"Sure," Anton replied with a shrug. He wasn't sure what exactly he was going to be told to do, but he was sure he could handle it, and being a slave wasn't that bad of a thing.

After showing Jonah the basics of operating the video camera, Jacob and Anton stepped into the library to put on their costumes. Anton's face lit up when Jacob confirmed that Anton could keep his afterward. In the box he was handed was a studded leather and chain harness from Jacob's collection even better than the one in the picture Cory had shown him and promised he could get for him, and he wasn't even going to have to pay for it! Changing into their costumes, Jacob asked if Jonah was ready, and getting the affirmative, he knocked on the door.

He opened the door and stepped back into the study, dressed now in the bow tie and black tails of a butler. He wondered how Cory had known he owned a tuxedo.

"Yes, Jacob, what is it?" Jonah asked, standing behind the video camera and training it on Jacob as Cory had told him.

"A gift for you, Master Jonah," Jacob said, addressing the chair as if Jonah was sitting at it, "from Master Cory."

Jacob left and lead in Anton, a leash now connected to his dog collar. He was wearing his new harness instead of his beater T shirt, and in place of his faded, tattered blue jeans a sexy black mesh thong which he could also keep and tied to which was a large red heart-shaped box with a red ribbon. His wrists were handcuffed behind his back and he was barefoot. Handing Jonah the key to the handcuffs and then stepping back and out of view of the camera, Jacob took over the camera duties as his note had told him to and Jonah took his place at the desk still out of view of the camera. Jacob zoomed in on Anton, beginning with his gelled, spiked hair, black lipstick and eyeliner, nail earrings, and the rings in his lip and right eyebrow, then moving down to focus on his bell bar nipple piercing and then the heart-shaped box, and slowly moving down to his bare feet. He panned over to Jonah who was sitting at the desk grinning like a seven-year-old about to open his Christmas presents.

"Thank you, Jacob," he said, addressing Jacob as if he was standing behind Anton as he put the key down on the desk. "That will be all. If I need you, I'll ring for you."

"Very good, sir," Jacob replied, adlibbing, Cory having given him only two lines to memorize, his opening line and a second for later in the movie.

Getting up and moving out from behind the desk, Jonah untied the box, giggling with amusement when he found it was also tied to Anton's balls and penis. Of course Jacob got a close-up. Opening up the box, he took out one of the chocolates and popped it in his mouth and gobbled it down. That didn't take any acting. The second he dropped on the floor. "Oh fuck! Well, that one you can have." Dropping the chocolate and having Anton eat it was one of the ideas Cory had suggested he might do. Swearing was something he added himself. Anton hesitated and began to crouch. At least the carpet looked clean. "You didn't say thank you," Jonah said, jerking on his leash, again as Cory had suggested.

The line sounded stiff and rehearsed, but that only added to the eroticism of the video. Viewers could lose themselves in the fantasy of a rich seven-year-old with a sex slave, or view it as a porn video staring two children.

Jonah looked about the room and not seeing what he was looking for was about to look at Jacob when he spotted what he was looking for leaning up against the wall. Tying Anton's leash to the leg of the table so that he was bent over, Jonah picked up the whip and stood behind him. The first lash caused Anton to jerk and to yelp with pain. There was a long red welt across his backside. The whip cut a lot deeper than the willow Jonathan Winthrop used on his son and Jonah hesitated uncertainly in surprise, staring at the red slash and knowing how painful it must feel, but Jacob didn't catch it on film, having focussed on Anton's white backside with the red slash instead. Well, the show had to go on, and Cory had said Anton wouldn't mind, and in fact would like it. Though Jonah could not see how anyone could like it, he whipped his slave five more times, the strokes much lighter than the first time but each one still causing a red lash across Anton's pale buttocks. One thing Jonah knew about was getting a whipping.

"And you'll call me sir, or Master Jonah, understand slave?" he asked gruffly, imitating his father's voice when he was angry. That he order Anton to do so was another one of Cory's suggestions.

"Yes sir," Anton said meekly. His backside was burning but to his surprise, he found himself enjoying his role being ordered around like a slave.

Anton was about to crouch down when he suddenly stopped. "Yes, Master Jonah. Thank you, Master Jonah."

Jonah smiled, and it was not an act. This was fun, especially being able to boss someone older than himself. He'd never been able to do that before. It had always been his father and his older brothers who bossed him around. He watched Anton stick out his teeth and pick up the chocolate like he did when he was forced to eat broccoli and then chew it. At least it didn't taste yucky like broccoli. That reminded him of another thing Cory said he could make Anton do.

"While you're down there, untie my shoes." Anton looked at his runners, and then up at him. "Use your teeth."

Anton did as he was told, taking too long for a video movie but that could be edited. To Anton's surprise, he found the odour of the boy's runners, and the humiliation of untying them with his teeth, arousing. Rolling the chair out from behind the desk, Jonah sat on it and removed his runners. His legs were too short to touch the floor.

"Okay, now you can remove my socks," he giggled, too much like a seven-year-old than a slave owner. Having had a bath the night before and having put them on clean that morning, they did not smell that bad, but they had picked up the odour of his sneakers and his feet. Reluctantly gripping the toes with his teeth, he drew off first one, and then the other. Jonah suspected perhaps his socks tasted more like broccoli. He then ordered Anton to lick his feet, and he sat there in delight as only a seven-year-old can and munched on the chocolates as the twelve-year-old boy knelt before him and licked his feet and wormed his tongue between his toes. As Jacob zoomed in on Jonah's face and then Anton's, he felt his cock begin swelling in his jeans. He'd seldom watched any of the porn that he picked up in Europe and brought back to sell, kiddy or otherwise, not really having an interest in that sort of thing, but filming two boys live was a much different matter.

"You didn't say please and thank you," Jonah said with a grin, his deep blue eyes gleaming impishly. "I think I'll use the belt this time."

That was his own idea. Sometimes his father used a belt instead of the willow branch. As he removed his belt and began to swat the older boy's now tender backside, he noticed to his surprise that Anton was getting a boner.

"You really like getting a licking, don't you?" he asked in amazement, walking around in front of Anton and reaching down and running a forefinger along Anton's stiff little cock tenting out his mesh thong. That was not part of the script.

"Yes. Yes, sir." Anton had no idea why getting his ass strapped had gotten him erect, but he could not deny that it had. As Jonah pulled his thong out away from his body and pulled it down over his hips, Anton's little stiff cocklet jutted straight up in the air and jerked, causing Jonah to giggle in amusement. Jacob of course zoomed in on Anton's crotch and then Jonah's delighted face. Jonah had been looking forward to the sex part, which Cory had said should be the main part of the movie, and he quickly pushed down and stepped out of his blue jeans and his jockey briefs. Jacob zoomed in on his genitals also, as did Anton's eyes.

"I like my bum getting a licking too," Jonah said with a giggle, his eyes gleaming impishly. Picking out a chocolate, he reached behind himself and as Jacob zoomed in, unable to believe what he was witnessing, Jonah pushed it into his rectum.

"So, okay, eat your chocolate," he said, turning his back to Anton and bending over and wiggling his backside. That had been all his idea, the putting the chocolate up his bum, and the words. Wait until he told Cory!

Jacob noted that Anton's voice sounded very sincere. What the teacher did not realize at the time was that the boy was not acting. The idea of sucking the chocolate out of the seven-year-old's butt was highly erotic to the twelve-year-old bottom boy, and Anton's stiff cocklet twitched with arousal as he dropped to his knees and pressed his lips against Jonah's anus. Jacob's own cock was throbbing hotly in his trousers as he zoomed in on the action. He could not believe this, what the two boys were doing, nor how hot he was feeling. The things he'd done with Cory and Anthony had been out of duress, and the exception. He was not a boylover.

After sucking out the chocolate, which didn't taste foul at all, Anton licked Jonah's butthole clean as Jonah ordered, and then as Jonah turned to face him he licked his tiny, hairless balls and his now erect little penis which was no longer and no wider than his smallest finger. Slipping his lips about the slender little woody, he sucked on it and bobbed his head to and fro, working his lips up and down the length. His cocklet jerked wildly as he felt Jonah's throbbing between his lips.

"Wait a minute," Jonah said as he suddenly drew his hips back. Looking on the desk, he immediately spotted what he was looking for, a leather strap with two loops that Cory said Mister Schuller would have out for him. Slipping the one loop over Anton's stiff little cock, which was only slightly longer and thicker than his own, looking more like his thumb than his little finger, and the other about his swollen balls, he drew the loops as tight as he could. Cory had told him how to do it and had said that one would stop Anton from going soft, and the other would stop him from cumming. "We don't want you making a sticky mess all over my nice clean carpet," he said, quoting one of the few lines he'd been given to memorize. It sounded stilted and memorized, but those caught up in the fantasy could assume he was quoting a line from a porno he'd seen.

He was about to resume getting his little boy cock sucked when he suddenly remembered something else Cory had said they might do, and returning to the desk, he found the dildo and lube that Jacob had also left on the desk. Until yesterday he'd never heard of a dildo, and he examined the fake cock with wide-eyed interest. As the blond-haired cherub smeared the silicon cock with lube, Jacob was about to cream his boxers. He zoomed in as Jonah stepped up behind Anton, and although he'd never done anything like it before, he easily inserted the lubed dildo up Anton's eager ass. As he guided Anton's fingers to the end and told the bound boy to fuck himself with it, Jacob was leaking pre-cum big time. He was the one who should have been fitted with the cock strap!

It was a bit awkward with his hands cuffed behind his back, but the dildo was extra long and Anton, besides being small and on the skinny side, was flexible as all twelve-year-old boys are. Jonah stepped up in front of him again, and Anton eagerly resumed sucking him. There was no questioning the pleasure he was feeling from the look in his eyes as he pumped the lubed silicon cock in and out of his ass and worked his lips up and down the seven-year-old's stiff cocklet. Nor could there be any question of Jonah's pleasure from the smile on his parted lips and the glaze in his eyes. From the way the two boys were gasping and squirming, even the staunchest opponent to kiddy videos would be hard pressed to claim the two boys were being abused and that seven and twelve-year-old boys didn't have sexual desires.

Jonah was not acting when he ran his fingers through Anton's gelled, spiked hair and began jerking uncontrollably like a rag puppet, his little cocket burning and throbbing with his dry orgasm. The seven-year-old had no idea what it was that made his dicky feel that way, but it was delightful, and he'd be forever grateful to Cory for having introduced him to that sensation. Anton was bucking his hips to and fro also in a desperate attempt to empty his balls, which of course with the leather strap about his tight, swollen balls he was unable to do. He tensed his entire body and shuddered with his dry orgasm, his balls constricting futilely and his groin aching for release.

Jacob Schuller could not believe how hot he'd gotten nor how much pre-cum he'd drooled as he reached down and squeezed his stiff cock. Cory had said the teacher would get super horny watching them, and Jonah, from his past experiences with Goosey Gilles and his father and Father Henry, was not surprised. He stood there for a moment delighting in his orgasm, and then backed off and stared over at the door to the library. That was Jacob's cue according to Cory, but dazed by what he'd witnessed and with his own arousal, it took him a moment to pick up on it. Pausing the video, he took up his position on the other side of the door and Jonah took over his camera duties. Calling that he was ready, Jonah started the video and Jacob pushed the door open. Jonah zoomed the camera over to where he was kneeling.

"I was, ah, polishing the door knobs, Master Jonah," Jacob replied, reciting his second and only other line he'd been given to memorize. With the video almost at the end, he had to admire Cory's imagination and how he'd put it all together. There was not that much of a plot, but mind you there seldom was in a porn video. Actually, unbeknownst to him, Cory had gotten some advice from Billy, though the thirteen-year-old's imagination hadn't needed much supplement from the experienced porn maker.

"Come over here," Jonah ordered, copying his father's stern voice. Jacob got to his feet and awkwardly approached, finding it difficult to walk with his wet boxers and stiff cock tenting out the front of his trousers.

"Looks like the knob fell off the door and into your pants," Jonah observed with a giggle as he zoomed in on Jacob's fly. When Cory had described what he envisioned happening and the line Jonah had doubled over with laughter, and it was even funnier now. "Were you planning on stealing it?"

"Ah, no, Master Jonah," Jacob replied awkwardly, not having been given a script and not knowing what else to say, besides being particularly self-conscious with the two young boys zeroing in on his crotch. He'd just assumed from the five-sentence sketch Cory had given him that getting caught watching them was a way for him to appear and take the slave boy away and end the video. That was sort of confirmed when Jonah told him to unlock the slave's handcuffs.

"Open his fly and see what he has hidden in there," Jonah ordered Anton much to Jacob's surprise. That he had not expected. As he glanced over at Jonah, Jonah smiled. This was fun ordering people around, and especially telling them to do the things he was telling them to do.

Jacob didn't know what he should do as Anton, still on his knees and with the dildo still up his ass, shuffled over to him and reached up and pulled down his fly. Shooting the boys having sex was one thing, but having himself on the video was quite another. Cory had suggested he and Anton might 'fool around' but he really had not given that much thought or consideration, and certainly not as part of the video. Caught off guard and struggling between feelings of guilt and shame and being hornier than he'd ever felt in his life, he didn't know whether to proceed or call a halt to what was going on. He could let Anton continue and just stop the filming and have the boys enact a different scenario later, or he could stop Anton and edit this last section out and just have Jonah have him take the slave boy out as he'd thought he was going to do, or he could just let the camera run as it was. Before he could decide Anton had his fingers in his fly and was extracting his stiff cock for both boys and the camera to see. The feel of the twelve-year-old's warm, slender fingers caused his cock to ooze out a thick dollop of pre-cum.

Standing there in his tuxedo with his stiff, pre-cum soaked cock jutting out of his fly and in the hands of a twelve-year-old boy, Jacob was in a total panic. He was feeling horny as fuck and just the thought of the spike-haired, harness-clad bottom boy with his black lipstick and dark eyeliner sucking his cock had him on the verge of shooting, but he was not really a boylover, his interest in kiddy porn being purely academic, and because it was one of the better moneymakers. Personally, in his studies of abnormal sexual practices, he could not fathom how men would prefer men over women, and how any man could prefer a boy over someone his own age. Besides, this particular boy was one of his students whom he'd be seeing tomorrow in class.

Anton, while eager for cock of any size and having no qualms about sex with adults, wasn't so sure about sucking off one of his teachers. He would be seeing him every day, five days a week for almost three months yet of this school year, and for five more years yet. Besides, Mister Schuller looked terribly embarrassed and hesitant himself. But he was hard, and his cock was slimy with pre-cum, and he was not that bad looking, and he was horny too, and his cock was right there in his hand.

Jacob saw the look in Anton's eyes, the desire and the hesitancy, and he knew he had to put a stop to what was happening no matter how badly he was aching to get off a load. He glanced over at Jonah standing behind the camera and opened his mouth to tell him to shut off the camera. The look of excitement and joy, and the look of innocence and wonder why they weren't doing anything caused him to hesitate. It was clear that in Jonah's seven-year-old mind there was nothing wrong with what they were doing at all, and that it was adults who perverted and twisted things and made them dirty and taboo. That was something he'd never considered.

"Looks like you spilt the polish all over your dicky," Jonah said, figuring the teacher was waiting for him to say something and not knowing what else to say. "You'd better lick it off," he told Anton.

That didn't exactly sound like an order to a slave, but it was enough to overcome Anton's hesitancy. Hell, why not? The man had picked him up and was making a porno video of him. He evidently knew the score so why should he worry about sucking him off just because he was in his class? Holding his stiff cock by the base, he leaned forward and ran his tongue up the length of his shaft and up over the knob, lapping up a smear of sticky pre-cum. A clear strand connected his tongue and Jacob's blood-engorged knob as he drew his head away, finally breaking and drooping down to hang from his chin. He drew his tongue in his mouth and savoured the sweet, clear dew, and then leaned forward again and swirled his tongue over his slimy knob, licking up more of his pre-cum and drawing it back into his mouth. It was so totally delicious. His little cocklet, bound tight in the leather strap, jerked excitedly and he felt an ache deep in his groin.

Jacob stood there helplessly and let the boy lick his pre-cum drenched cock. The boy sold himself on the street after all, and he had just sucked off Jonah with evident delight. Why not let him give him a blow job? It was not as if it was something new to the boy, and there was no question the boy was enjoying it. As Anton licked his glistening knob again, another dollop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip, leaving no doubt Jacob was enjoying it also. Anton immediately flicked it up with the tip of his tongue and savoured it. Eager now, the horny twelve-year-old slipped his lips over the man's swollen knob and sucked on it, causing Jacob to quiver with his pending ejaculation. Anton clamped his lips tightly about his stiff, straining cock just below the knob, knowing from experience the man was about to shoot and knowing his action would cut off that impulse. He'd just started to suck his cock, and he wanted to enjoy it for a little while.

Enjoy it he did. Forgotten was the fact he was being filmed and that the man he was sucking off was his teacher. He loved cock. He loved how it looked. He loved how it smelled. He loved how it tasted. He especially loved bringing other men off. That was perfectly clear from the way he was sucking on his teacher's thick organ and slipping his lips up and down the shaft, his cheeks sunk in and his eyes closed with delight. Jacob was enjoying it as much as he was. Forgotten was his reservation about having sex with a pre-adolescent boy, that the boy was a student of his, and that they were being filmed by a seven-year-old child. All he knew was his cock was throbbing with a pleasure like he could not believe, and that the boy on his knees before him was delighting just as much in sucking his cock as he was enjoying having him suck it.

Reaching up and unbuckling Jacob's belt, Anton let his trousers drop to his ankles and then reached up and pulled down his boxers, the front clearly stained and soaked with his pre-cum. The man had nice, low-hung balls, and he nuzzled them and kissed them and then took one and then the other in his mouth and sucked on them. Jacob's stomach was rapidly rising and falling with his arousal and his long, thick cock, slick with Anton's spittle, jerked impatiently for attention.

Jonah was shuffling from one foot to the other with the typical impatience of a seven-year-old. He couldn't just stand there and watch. Putting the camera on automatic, he stepped out in front of it, and as Anton once again slipped his lips over Jacob's knob, he knelt behind the boy and pulling out the dildo, he placed the tip of his still erect cocklet against Anton's well lubed and worked over asshole. His little cocklet easily entered the boy and as he began to hump him, Anton began to work his lips up and down Jacob's cock. Jacob could not believe it. There he was getting sucked off by his twelve-year-old student while he was getting his ass fucked by a blond-haired seven-year-old cherub. Even more unbelievable was that he had never felt so hot in all his life.

All three were supercharged and it was not that long before Jacob was once again panting and snorting with desire as he felt his orgasm approaching. Little Jonah was also as he grasped Anton's hips and worked his hips to and fro furiously, banging his naked pubes against Anton's naked buttocks. His little dicky was itching like a thousand mosquito bites and he rammed it in and out of Anton's hot, moist rectum furiously in an attempt to satisfy the itch, which of course just made it itch all the more. The seven-year-old's tongue slipped out between his lips as he pounded away and concentrated on the throbbing pleasure of his swollen dicky.

Anton's balls were drawn up tight under his stiff cock, and as he felt Jonah's little cocklet pumping in and out of his asshole he sucked savagely on the thick cock in his mouth and grimaced with the sharp, sweet-pain causing his entire little cocklet to feel like it was being skinned. As Jonah grasped his hips and suddenly trembled and gasped with his second after-school orgasm, he too trembled and tensed and futilely bucked his hips as once again the tight leather band about his balls thwarted him in getting off a load. Aware the two boys had reached their climaxes, Jacob inhaled deeply and closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt his hot, thick cum gushing up his cock, and he whimpered with pleasure as he felt it blast out of his opening. He came with such force and such volume even with his experience Anton could not possibly swallow it all. The boy eased his lips up the hot, throbbing cock and began swallowing as Jacob's hot, thick load quickly filled his mouth and began to ooze out of the corners of his lips and down around his chin.

Easing his still stiff cock out of Anton's asshole, Jonah picked up the lube where he'd left it on the floor and generously coating his fingers, he squatted down and began to ease them into Anton's asshole, not just the middle one, not just two fingers, but all five, telling Anton, as Cory had suggested, that for being such a good slave boy he was going to give him a special reward. Forming a wedge with his middle finger above the adjoining two and his little finger and thumb folded in under them as Cory had shown him, he slowly eased them into Anton's already well-lubed and loose asshole. Feeling Jonah's fingers entering him, Anton instinctively pushed out, straining to open his anus, unaware of course of how many fingers Jonah was attempting to insert. Adding more lube between his middle and last knuckles, Jonah continued to slowly ease his fingers up Anton's hot, moist rectum.

When Cory had first explained fisting to him Jonah could not believe such a thing was possible, but Cory had shown him a picture of a guy having it done to him that he said he'd gotten from Mister Schuller. Now as his fingers ever so slowly sank up Anton's anus, he was encouraged that he just might be able to do it. If he could, that was going to be so totally wicked. Anton of course did not know what his intention was and only knew that Jonah was sticking his fingers up his ass, and that his asshole was being stretched wider than it had ever been before. He also knew it was feeling great. Accustomed to having Bob Moser's monster cock stretching open his sphincter, this was not all that much different, and he was accustomed to a little initial pain for a whole lot of later pleasure.

Jacob, standing there in his tuxedo with his still stiff cock in Anton's mouth and still oozing cum and his trousers and boxers about his ankles was himself not aware what Jonah was attempting to do at first. As it slowly dawned on him, he could not believe it. He of course had seen pictures of fisting, and a short promo clip of two men engaging in it, but those had been huge, muscular bears and scat lovers. These were two young boys. Jonah's hand was slender mind you, the boy himself only being fifty pounds [23kg] and four feet [1.20m] tall, and it really was not that much wider than some cockheads he'd seen pictures of. Of course that did not mean Anton would be able to take it, and besides, he was only twelve and Jonah only seven.

His balls now totally spent, he finally eased his cock out of Anton's mouth. Shuffling over to the camera, he zoomed in on Anton's anus and Jonah's hand. Ever so slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, he saw the lubed fingers easing up Anton's rectum until finally Jonah's entire hand disappeared up Anton's asshole and Anton's sphincter closed in on the young boy's wrist. Anton, still unaware Jonah's entire hand had been stuffed up his ass, could not believe how stuffed his rectum felt. As Jonah slowly twisted his wrist, Anton shrieked with pleasure. Constricting his sphincter, he could feel Jonah's fingers pressing against his prostate and he quivered uncontrollably with the pleasure.

Slipping his other hand around under Anton, Jonah struggled with the two leather straps, finally releasing them. As the blood once again began to flow through his swollen balls and his aching little cocklet, his numb flesh tingled as if he'd stuck his cocklet and balls in a glass of fizzing soda pop. Anton's mind jumped from the numb, tingling pleasure of his released genitals to his stretched, burning sphincter, and the weird sensation of feeling Jonah's slender fingers probing deep up his hot, moist rectum. The cum from his previous two ejaculations no longer having its escape route cut off began to ooze out his peehole in a steady seemingly endless flow, forming a long, opaque ribbon from the tip of his cock down to the champaign-coloured pile carpet where it was forming a thick pool of watery, translucent twelve-year-old cum.

As Jonah's fingers brushed against Anton's prostate, it sent electrifying jolts through the pre-adolescent's groin and up his stiff, numbed cock. Anton focussed on the pleasure, wishing he could develop the pressure deep in this groin a third time and experience the ejaculation of his semen that had been twice denied him. Suddenly, without warning, he felt that familiar spasm he was aching for deep in his groin. He automatically clenched his asshole tight about Jonah's wrist and his cum flew out of his cock, shooting through the air and striking the highly polished mahogany desk and dripping down onto the expensive pile carpet. He gasped and gobbled as if he was choking as his thin body was wracked with unbelievable pleasure bursting up from his loins. His eyes glazed over and his lips, wet with Jacob's cum, parted as if he was having an epileptic fit.

Jonah, amazed and delighted by what he had done, slowly drew his hand back out and wiped the ass slime and lube off on the carpet. He knelt there almost in as much of a daze as Anton. It was awesome the way a guy spurted out his stuff, and it was awesome knowing that he'd been the cause. Remembering the ending Cory had suggested, he slowly got to his feet and pushing the chair back over behind the desk, he sat down and searched for a pen and sheet of paper. Jacob rolled the camera over behind him and zoomed in on his thank you note to Master Cory for the 'fuckin awsum Valentine's prezunt,' neatly printed in his best grade-two printing with his seven-year-old spelling. His gift sat there on the plush pile carpet in dazed delight overcome by the most powerful orgasm and the wildest experience he'd yet had and wondering how he was ever going to thank the person responsible for arranging it.

Shutting off the camera, Jacob Schuller stood there in his tux, his trousers and boxers still about his ankles, his cock now semi-erect and glistening with spittle and cum, and his mind spinning with feelings and thoughts he'd never had before, and had never dreamed of having as he stared at the two young boys. A whole new chapter on his study of abnormal sexual behaviour had just been opened.

Chapter Forty-Seven

— Ft —

Thanks to Billy for suggesting Cory take Antoinette out for a romantic evening

"So, ah, wouldja like a pre-dinner drink or something?" Cory asked as he opened the mini bar in the back of the stretch limo. "They got all kindsa stuff in here."

"Why, yes. A little aperitif to stimulate the appetite would be nice, thank you."

"I hope they got it," Cory observed as his eyes scanned the bottles for aperitif.

Antoinette smiled. He was trying so hard to be so sophisticated, and so far he was doing an admirable job. When he'd said he'd like to take her out for a Valentine's dinner she'd offered to make them one at home, but he'd insisted that he wanted to take her out for a romantic evening. What that meant to a thirteen-year-old she wasn't sure, but she was flattered and didn't really care where he was going to take her. Figuring they would likely go to some place like Taco Bell or a pizza place, she wasn't sure what she should wear. She didn't want to overdress, but she wanted to wear something special. It was after all their first date. She decided on her black, apricot and gold silk paisley dress with the bell sleeves. It was one of her favourites. It went well with her blue-green eyes and long, red hair and made her look slimmer, and she hadn't worn it in along time. Julius felt it was too showy, and the neckline too low. It did show off her cleavage, and she did have a lot to show, but Cory liked her breasts. Besides, it was one of the few dresses she knew she could get into with her gain in weight.

After trying several necklaces and earrings, she decided that would be too formal so she opted to go with none, and she kept the makeup to a minimum, a bit of lipstick and a little eye shadow and liner. When Cory had shown up in a sharp two-button, double-breasted, light grey suit with a pale lilac shirt and a matching silk tie with a pearl tie pin and pearl cufflinks, she was glad she'd chosen what she had, and before going out she slipped back to the bedroom to put on her pearl necklace and pearl earrings, Christmas gifts from Julius. She hoped wherever Cory was taking her that they wouldn't laugh at him for such formal attire. He'd certainly impressed her, and from the looks on the faces of her family, he'd certainly impressed them.

"Apricot brandy would be good," she suggested helpfully, spotting it in the bar.

"They got that," he said happily, having been unable to spot a bottle of aperitif. "You want pop to go with that?" He didn't know anything about liquor, but he knew adults usually took pop or water with their drinks.

"Just ice," she said with a smile. His sweet innocence and honesty were two of the many things that she loved about him. That and being great in bed, she thought with a smile. Her hand went to her belly swollen with their child and rubbed it, unaware of her action.

"Oh yeah, they got ice," he said happily. Things were going very well. This was just like in the movie he'd watched on television. Well, he didn't exactly watch much of it. It was black and white and sortta boring, but it was a famous romantic movie with this smooth guy called Clarke something who had a moustache sort of like Mister Schuller, and his mom had liked it a lot, so he figured he should sortta watch some of it for ideas since he wanted to do something special for Antoinette for Valentine's and he knew she liked that romantic stuff. Plunking in the ice, he handed the glass to Antoinette, and then after thinking a moment, he opened a second of the little bottles and poured himself one too. "Here's to us, and the day heaven smiled down upon me and I met you," he said raising his glass and clicking hers just like in the movie. Or maybe that was one of the things he'd read in Anthony's mother's romance novels the two of them occasionally browsed through to see if they had any "good stuff."

Tipping the glass back, he took a long draught as he would a glass of soda. His eyes popped open in surprise as he opened his mouth wide and began sucking in air as he tried not to make a face or cough or anything. His mouth was so totally on fire and the brandy had burnt all the way down his oesophagus to his stomach like nothing he'd ever drank before. He could still feel the path it had taken. As tears welled up in his eyes he widened them even more in an attempt to keep the tears in. Raising the glass to his lips again, he anxiously worked an ice cube into his mouth. "Mmm, mmm," he observed throatily as if in appreciation, trying to clear his throat which just made the burning all the stronger. He sucked desperately on the ice cube.

"Yes, it's very nice," Antoinette said, taking another sip and pretending not to notice his distress.

So, you were only supposed to take little sips. He'd remember that next time, if his throat wasn't totally destroyed. This romance stuff wasn't as easy as it looked. While Cory recovered, Antoinette wondered where he'd gotten the stretch limo, and how he could have possibly paid for it on a thirteen-year-old's allowance. The limo had been actually only the last of a string of surprises. The first had been that Julius had planned on going out tonight, Valentine's night of all nights, with Julian and François. Of course she now knew why they were going out every night so it really wasn't so much a surprise as it was another disappointment. Julius had totally lost all interest in making love to her since she'd confronted him with the picture, which was not that big a deal in that he'd begun losing interest way back last September she eventually realized, and after seeing him having sex with another man she certainly had no interest in having sex with him. At first she'd hoped confronting him would bring it out in the open and he'd make some effort to stop going, or at least to talk to her about it, but he'd continued going, every single night, and got all irritated and angry when she tried to bring the topic up, apparently just wanting to ignore it. Actually, other than providing him his meals he totally ignored her. He spent far more attention to their dog Rocky than he did her. Still, she had hoped at least on that special day for lovers he'd skip his rendezvous in the park.

The second surprise had been Annette's unforseen announcement about her engagement. In one way she was glad she was getting married considering she was four months pregnant. It was just too bad it was with that nigger boy even if he was the father of her child. And there was that foolishness about marrying the Spic besides, as if that was really possible. She was only fourteen, but surely she knew a girl couldn't marry two men in this country. Actually, to be very truthful, she wished there was a law that forbade marriages between races. That was only marginally better than the stigma of having a daughter who was having a child out of wedlock. On top of the marriage announcement, there was the announcement both the nigger and the Spic were moving in, and with the three babies that they said were their children. Julius had nearly had a heart attack, not that she cared if he did other than it would have ruined the evening she'd been looking forward to. She did have to admit the idea of having Annette's two beaus in the same house, eating off the same dishes, seen coming and going by the neighbours, was disgusting and was going to be an embarrassment. She'd have to buy some air fresheners tomorrow, and she'd have to laundry their bed sheets separately from the rest of the family. As for the babies, as cute as they were, they were coloureds. They had better not expect her to be looking after them.

Then there was the conversation she'd overheard when she'd gone past Juliette's room as Juliette had been packing her Barbie bag to take over to her best friend's house to play, the conversation in which Juliette was telling Barbie that she knew she was disappointed, but she'd better leave Ken's dirty underwear behind. Of course that could have been because she'd overheard Barb Anders, her best friend's mother, commenting that her youngest son's dirty underwear was mysteriously disappearing from the clothes hamper. You never know what sort of things a seven-year-old girl's imagination can dream up from that. Actually she felt like telling her to count her blessings and to wait until her eight-year-old son was Anton's age and stopped wearing underwear altogether, or Julian's age and started wearing a bra and panties. She took another sip of brandy and pushed the thoughts out of her head. She wasn't going to let her worries about her family spoil this special evening with the father of her child. That they were all growing up weird wasn't a surprise considering their father's habits.

"Yeah." Cory smiled at her evident surprise and pleasure. He knew her favourite type of food was French, and Billy had said Gerard's was the best in Riverside. "They got a special five-course Valentine's Day dinner. I hope you're hungry."

"That's wonderful," she said, reaching over and placing a hand on his thigh and squeezing it. "How did you know I love Gerard's?" Cory just smiled that sweet, innocent smile that so turned her on. She squeezed his thigh harder, causing his dick to stir in his sharply creased trousers. Gerard's served authentic French cuisine. Julius had taken her there a few times, for a couple birthdays, and once with the kids at Easter. That was years ago, and although he admitted the food had been great, he'd complained about the prices on a school teacher's salary so she'd never suggested they go there again. A five-course meal had to be terribly expensive. She rubbed Cory's thigh appreciatively and he smiled back as his dick began to swell. This romantic stuff worked fast. He took a sip of his brandy. It wasn't bad once you got over the first gulp.

The limo was a neat idea and he could see Antoinette liked it. That had been Billy's idea, and their chauffer, Sangha, Chouan Sangha, a recent immigrant from Cambodia and a friend of Billy Dean, had shown him all the stuff it had inside, your own telephone and TV, your own computer with wireless Internet even, the mini bar and ice machine. Billy had been a lot of help in setting the evening up, in thanks for his help on Friday, and after he'd gotten his rant over the two cops out of his system again. He was really steamed up about it, as if they'd done something to him personally, and he kept insisting that before he was done he was going to have their balls. One thing Cory had learned in his association with Billy Dean was that you didn't mess with the guy.

Arriving at the restaurant, Sangha opened Cory's door, and then Antoinette's, and wished them a good dinner. The feeling of importance was quickly squashed when the maitre de of course addressed Antoinette rather than himself as if he wasn't even there, asking if she had a reservation, and handing her the wine list rather than Cory. Not wishing to embarrass him and knowing she should limit her alcohol intake being pregnant, she wisely chose 7-up while Cory ordered coke.

For appetizers Antoinette selected the twice baked goat cheese souffle. Cory wondered why they said it was baked twice and why they hadn't just baked it longer the first time, but in that there was no way he was going to have that, he decided not to ask. Goat's cheese? That sounded so gross. Instead he selected the escargot au basilic. Actually he was hoping they'd serve oysters but he didn't see it on the menu. Since the escargot stuff was served in the shell he figured that might be close though, and it was served with garlic butter which he figured would be interesting, and besides, the name sounded cool. He studied his plate as the waiter placed it in front of him.

"These look like giant snails," he whispered with amusement as he glanced at Antoinette as the waiter left.

"I, ah, meant I'm surprised they still look like snails, you know, in a restaurant this fancy, and after they've been cooked and all." Snails? He should have ordered the goat's cheese. In that he couldn't very well just sit there, he steeled himself and tried to pick one up with the strange two-tined fork he'd been given. To his embarrassment it skittered across the plate and almost over the edge. He definitely should have ordered the goat's cheese.

He watched closely as she picked one up in the clamp sort of thing that had come with them and speared the fleshy part with the little narrow-tined fork and twisted it out of its shell. Taking the clamp and fork, he copied her, not knowing of course she'd seen his look of distaste and his puzzlement and had unobtrusively shown him how to go about eating them, also commenting on how tasty they were in encouragement. They weren't bad, with a lot of butter and washed down with coke, if you didn't think what you were eating and how slimy they were and how they felt oozing down your throat.

Annette ordered the sea food soup consisting of mussels and clams in a rich cream broth with Swiss chard. Figuring he'd best stay away from anything with shells and disappointed they didn't have oyster soup in the menu, he ordered the Vichyssoise. Taking a spoonful, he was totally surprised, especially this supposedly being such good restaurant. He looked about and waved for their waiter.

"This soup is ice cold," he observed, somewhat imperiously and with a hint of annoyance as he'd seen upset customers do on television. Actually, he was thinking it would have been good in the back of the limo after he'd had his first sip of brandy.

"I'm sorry sir, has the Vichyssoise not been chilled to the proper temperature?"

"Oh, ah, yeah, ah, no. What I mean is it's great. Chilled just right. I wanted to complement the chef on just how right chilled it is."

The waiter was very good at his job. Following the restaurant's policy that one never questioned the customer, he did not let on that he knew Cory was covering up his blunder, and to Cory's relief, glancing at Antoinette, she seemed to be fooled too. In fact from the smile on her lips she seemed to be impressed that he knew enough about cold soup to complement the chef on it. He smiled at her and she smiled back. He took a spoon of soup, being careful not to slurp. Snails, and now cold soup? This romantic stuff definitely was not easy. After what he'd gone through so far the fucking tonight had better be especially good. After his first two choices, he decided to follow Antoinette's choice for salad. Frankly, he didn't care if it was fresh and if it gave you muscles, the only thing good about the spinach was that it didn't taste as bad as the bleu cheese. As for the raspberry vinaigrette, it tasted like vinegar and not at all like raspberries. At least the candied pecans were okay, though there weren't many of them.

For the entre Antoinette selected the Bouillabaisse, black mussels, lobster tail, tiger shrimp, sea scallops, king crab, and manila clams in a saffron and fennel scented broth. Again unable to find oysters on the list, he decided on the Tournedos Rossini. He was especially pleased to discover he'd ordered a steak, and actually the tenderloin was quite tasty, as were the truffles and the foie gras. He wisely decided not to ask what the last two were, and when Billy explained the next day that one was a fungus and the other goose liver he was glad he hadn't known at the time. The double chocolate cherry Roulade was definitely a good choice, and he was glad he'd ordered it and not the passion fruit cheese cake when he saw how small the dessert was, the idea of eating passion fruit having been tempting but a cake made of cheese sounding weird.

As the waiter arrived with the bill, Antoinette managed to catch his eye without Cory noticing and he placed it beside Cory, giving Antoinette a knowing smile. It was not the first time a young son took his mom out for Valentine's. He would have been quite shocked to know their real relationship. Taking out two one-hundred dollar bills out of his wallet, Cory felt very pleased with himself when he told him to keep the change. Calling their chauffer on his cell phone, a gift from Billy for his help Friday, Cory grandly escorted his date out of the restaurant and to their awaiting limo. Antoinette's surprises were not yet over. Instead of returning home, their chauffer took them to the Riverside Marriot where Cory informed her he'd purchased the Escape Romance Package, a room at the hotel, a bottle of champagne, and a breakfast buffet for two.

Checking in at the desk and picking up the hotel keys as Billy had explained to him, he proudly escorted his date to the elevators. Arriving at their room, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. In the movie it seemed like they got right into the hugging and kissing stuff, but that seemed sort of sudden, and besides, they said they'd be sending up the champagne, and that would interrupt them. Besides, he couldn't answer the door in his underwear. Fortunately Antoinette was all pleased with going to the restaurant and with the hotel room and so they had something to talk about, and he didn't have to wait that long. The boy who brought in the champagne was more than a little surprised to find a forty-year-old woman and a thirteen-year-old boy, and even more surprised when the boy gave him a ten-dollar tip.

Cory noticed that the champagne was being served chilled, just like his soup. Sitting down on the bed beside Antoinette, he struggled with the cork, and as it refused to budge he started to become frustrated. Suddenly much to his surprise the cork popped out and went flying across the room and almost knocked the picture off the wall and the champagne gushed out like a miniature geyser, spraying him and Antoinette. Already totally embarrassed, when Antoinette began to laugh his heart sank thinking she was laughing at him. As he realized she was laughing not at him but because it was funny, which when he thought about it after his initial shock, it was, he started to laugh too. Wrapping her arms about him, she gave him a big hug and a long kiss.

"You look totally dashing and debonair tonight," she observed with a happy smile. Cory had no idea what debonair meant, nor dashing really in that he wasn't dressed for running anywhere, but it seemed like a complement. "Really, you're absolutely handsome in that suit."

"It's a new suit," he said proudly, "a Mezzanotte. It's Italian. And my shirt's new too. It's nylon and got French cuffs, and my tie was made in Japan. My underwear's American though, Calvin Klein." Antoinette laughed and gave him another hug and another long kiss. "You look really beautiful tonight," he observed, looking up at her. He knew that was the romantic thing to say, but he also said it because she was. "I like the way you done your eyes." Billy had said he should mention something specific about her appearance. "I can see where Anton learned how to do his." Antoinette smiled. She knew he was trying to be complementary, and it was a strange complement, but in a way it was likely true. "And I love the dress you picked out." She smiled again, half expecting him to say he saw where Julian got his taste in dresses. "You look so way sexy."

Antoinette blushed. It had been a long time since anyone had told her that. Pouring them both a glass of champagne, she held hers up in a toast. "To the two most beautiful, sexiest, and happiest people in all of Riverside," she said. Cory took a careful sip of the champagne. It was sort of fizzy, like soda pop, and made his nose tickle. He didn't care all that much for it, but it was definitely a lot better than apricot brandy.

As he felt his dick stirring again, he decided this romantic stuff just might not be too bad after all though it took a lot longer. One thing for sure, if what they'd done so far made her so happy, he knew she was going to be ecstatic over the next part, because what he was going to do next was something he knew a lot about. He returned the kiss and as he began to massage her back, he wondered if passion fruit worked like oysters, and just how many slices there had been on her cake.

As they kissed, Antoinette slipped his suit jacket off and then untied his tie. "Those are very nice cufflinks," she observed as she began to unbutton his shirt.

"Oh yeah. And they're real pearls too," Cory replied. "They're a present from Juan for, ah, well, something I did to help him and Billy. The cufflinks and the tie pin." They kissed again and Cory slipped behind her and began to unbutton the back of her dress, she being too large for him to just reach behind and do it. As he undid each button he kissed the exposed flesh, just like he'd seen his dad do to his mom. "You look good in pearls, and in this dress," he observed as he undid the last button and slipped the dress off her shoulders. "But you look best of all naked," he added as he struggled with the clasps of her bra, causing her to blush again. Now that she definitely had not been told in a long time, if ever. He wondered how a woman managed to put them on by themselves.

Turning around, Antoinette gave him a long, hot, passionate kiss and he drew her close, pressing her large, warm breasts against his naked chest. He loved a woman's boobs and figured if he was a girl he'd play with them every chance he got. "You're very sweet."

Antoinette smiled. "Thank you again for a most lovely dinner. It was absolutely delightful."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." She unbuckled his belt and undid the top clasp of his trousers and pulled down his fly. He seemed so different, so more mature, in dress pants instead of his usual jeans or cargo pants. Taking her hand, he placed it on the warm bulge in his briefs. "I saved you the best part for last." As they kissed, she felt the mound swell, sending a quiver between her own legs. He was always so eager to make love with her.

As Cory untied his shoes and removed them and his socks and stepped out of his trousers, Antoinette stepped out of her dress and removed her panty hose. Lying down on the large bed, she just in her panties and him in his American Calvin Kleins, the two began to make love. He caressed her large breasts slowly and gently as he smothered them with light kisses, just like he'd watched his father doing the Friday night before he'd headed off for the Sierra Madre and he and Dominic had sex with his mom. Antoinette squirmed with arousal just like his mom had. Sticking out his tongue, he wiggled it against her nipple, really making her squirm, and as he reached down and slipped his fingers over her pussy he found she was already swollen and wet. His dad sure knew how to get a woman hot fast.

As Cory slowly began to caress her moist labia and to gently suck on her tit, Antoinette massaged his tight little buttocks and squirmed with the pleasures pulsating between her legs and emanating out from her hard nipple. It never ceased to amaze her how skilful a lover Cory was for a thirteen-year-old boy. He made her feel more aroused than Julius ever had. His compact, smooth buttocks and slender body contrasted markedly with her own, accenting that he was a boy just entering his teens and she was, well, a mature woman. Making love to a boy so young was erotic in itself, and what she'd at first felt guilty and ashamed about, she now saw now not as something sinful or illegal but as a wonder that only a privileged few women of forty would ever know. If others could only see the way Cory made love and how they made each other feel they could never question that a thirteen-year-old boy had sexual needs that needed fulfilling. To deny him that satisfaction would be cruel and the real crime.

As Cory reached up from her throbbing pussy to caress her distended stomach, she could not help but be reminded that the baby inside was his. She knew many women at forty would be abhorred by the idea of having a child, but she was delighted, and especially to be bearing his child. She hoped it would be a boy, and would grow up just like his father. He kissed her belly lovingly, talking to the life inside, telling it he hoped it was okay and that it had liked the goat cheese and cheese cake its mommy had eaten, and that it had a beautiful, sexy mommy and that if it was a girl he hoped it grew up just like her. She reached down and ran her fingers through his thick, reddish-brown hair. He was so very sweet. Resting his head on her belly, he reached down and stroked the tender inner side of her thighs, causing her to quiver with desire. Wiggling down he skipped his lips over the spot he'd caressed and then licked it, sending spasms of delight through her groin and causing her to buck her hips.

"In a video," he replied. "The woman really liked it. She sucked on the guy's balls and it looked like it drove him just as crazy as he was driving her," he hinted, being as subtle as a horny thirteen-year-old boy could be. Of course he didn't say the video was of his mother and father.

Smiling as he twisted around, he continued to lick her inner thighs as she leaned forward and he felt her hot breath on his thighs and then on his balls. This was going to be so hot! His dad really knew how to do sex. Antoinette slipped her lips about the lower of the two early teen orbs and gently sucked on it. She slowly ran her tongue over both of them, causing Cory's cock to twitch with arousal. This was hot! Antoinette was finding it so also. The saltiness and musky odour of the sweat of his young balls caused her to tremble with arousal and her labia to throb with desire. He was so young and tasted and smelled of hot, raw sex as only a young boy can. Opening her mouth wider, she took both orbs in her mouth and gently sucked on them both. She could feel the eggs inside roll in the loose skin. Cory squirmed and licked her thigh harder, understanding why his father liked it when his mother did that to him, and hoping that Antoinette was enjoying it as much as his mother seemed to in the videos.

Antoinette was. Sucking on those young, full balls was causing her pussy to drip with cunt juice and ache to be fucked until they filled her with their hot young seed. The brandy and champagne, the delightful, romantic dinner, and now the passionate love making, she could not remember having a more delightful evening, and she could not think of a better way of ending it than with a long, hot fucking by her young lover. Cory, despite his youth and limited experience, could tell that she was hot, and that she was ready. So was he. Slipping between her legs, he positioned himself above her with an expertise many twice his age lacked. Lowering his body, he wiggled forward to make a minor adjustment in his position, and then with the tip of his stiff young cocklet, now four and a quarter inches [11cm] long by his last measurement, poised at the entrance to her vagina, he slowly pushed forward. Antoinette sighed with delight as she felt his slender, hard cock pushing into her, and she clamped her hot, moist vagina tightly about his slender cock. She didn't care if he was thirteen. He was the father of the child in her belly, and she was in love with him.

Sinking his cock up her vagina until his curly bush was pressing against her public mound, Cory began to fuck, working his slender young cock in and out of her hot, moist channel as he'd done probably a hundred times by then. Having usually concentrated on what was happening below his waist, this time he continued to kiss her like he'd seen his father do, and following Billy's suggestion, he paused occasionally to allow her to enjoy having him inside her. He hadn't really thought about that part, about him being inside her, and she was enjoying it, as was he. Her cunt was hot, as usual, and gripped his throbbing bone tightly each time he withdrew as if she wanted to keep it inside her. His cock was rock hard and pulsating with pleasure, something he would never cease to marvel at and made him so glad he was a guy.

He tried to make it last as long as he could, but he was aching to get off, and so was Antoinette. The last time he paused, she continued to constrict and relax her cunt muscles and had begun to raise and lower her hips in her lust and need to get off and he knew they had waited long enough. Considering her size and weight and his, it was sort of like riding a wild bull as she bucked and snorted with her need. Inhaling deeply, Cory finished off in a fury, ramming his aching cock in and out of her cunt rapidly like a sex-crazed bunny. His young balls were drawn up tight beneath his rigid cock and he ached so bad deep in his groin that it hurt.

And then he came. His young balls contracted and his early teen juice shot deep up her cunt like a miniature cannon, and she began to jerk and tremble with her own orgasm only seconds later. Wave after wave of pure, physical pleasure pulsated through their groins, leaving them weak-thighed and their minds spinning. They gasped for breath, sucking in the sex-scented air rich with the fragrance of sperm and cunt juice. The two grasped each other tightly and kissed, long and passionately, his heaving chest pressed against her large, sweaty boobs, their groins cemented together with their hot juices.

As they lie there side by side later, each stared up at the ceiling lost in his and her own thoughts. Antoinette could not be happier. The entire evening had been perfect, and the sex had been the best yet. As she inhaled deeply, she smiled, knowing that once was never going to satiate her young lover, and tonight, once was not going to satisfy her either. As Cory's thin chest slowly rose and fell, he decided that having to eat snails and cold soup had been worth it. This evening had been better than the movie and any of the stories he and Anthony had read in Anthony's mother's romance novels, better than he could have hoped, and the sex had been awesome. As he felt his limp cock stir with the memory and in anticipation of a repeat performance, he wondered if maybe instead of going to sleep they'd just fuck all night until the buffet in the morning, whatever that was. He hoped it was early. He had school in the morning.

Chapter Forty-Eight

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Thanks to Caroline for suggesting the plot and action in this story (which continues in parts 49, 50 and 51)

Molly's blouse was cut so low a person could not help but stare at her boobs in the hope that one or the other would slip out, which was exactly how she wanted it. As for her skirt, with the mid-thigh hem even the slightest and most casual movement allowed her to flash her naked pussy or her young ass with no effort at all. Trang's parents, adhering to the strict decency codes of their homeland for young girls, would never allow their daughter to go out in public so indecently dressed. That just meant she had a more difficult time exposing herself. Whereas Molly left the house without a bra or panties, Trang had to slip into the alley or the women's washroom to remove hers, and she had to unbutton her blouse to the button above her navel to reveal her young, budding breasts. As for her ankle-length skirt, even after pinning up the hem as high as she could she still had to find ingenious ways to hike it the rest of the way up to reveal the assets below her waist.

They were two good looking girls, Molly with her long, curly tresses and doe-like eyes and Trang with her smooth, butterscotch complexion and straight, raven hair reaching almost to the middle of her back. Between their sweet, innocent school-girl looks and flashing their private parts, the two of them had over half the male customers at Westbank Mall walking around with erections. They themselves were flushed and itching with arousal so bad they could not stand still. As an elderly man of eighty walked by and, despite his efforts to be inconspicuous, clearly ogled the two girls, they gave him an eyeful.

"That's like the third time that old codger has walked past us," whispered Trang.

"Don't think you need whisper," observed Molly. "At his age he's probably like totally deaf."

"If he didn't have that cane I bet he'd topple forward!" The two girls giggled hysterically.

"That's the fun part about flashing losers who don't have a hope of making it with girls like us."

It had been over three and a half months since the two had begun flashing their charms, first flashing their male teachers and the nerds and other losers at Lincoln Junior High School, and then homely men at the Seven-Eleven at noon and after school, and finally extending their fun to the malls. Westbank Mall was their favourite. Being one of the largest malls in Riverside, it offered them the greatest number and variety of guys to flash besides having a large number of trendy stores geared to the teenage set that they could check out when not flashing. Of course they occasionally ran into their classmates who caught them at their game, but having an audience and others to join them in laughing at the losers they were turning on made the game all the more fun.

Then there was the Sixteenth Street Strip Mall. They had not been there since their brutal and totally unexpected rape by the two cops at the Economy Inn almost three weeks ago. Trang had been relieved when Molly had stopped suggesting they go there, having never felt comfortable hanging out there despite the fact there was a black man there who looked about twice their age and who'd for some reason told the whores and druggies not to bother them. He hung around the Seven-Eleven near Lincoln Junior High also and she figured maybe he was planning on having them sell his drugs at the school for him in return for his protection, but for the month or so that she'd hung out there with Molly he'd never even talked to them, though whenever he was around he and Molly exchanged smiles. She and Molly shared all their secrets, and that Molly never said anything about him had angered her at first, but then she figured perhaps Molly hadn't said anything because whatever they'd agreed between them was too wicked for her to share, and Trang was just as happy not learning about anything like that.

Molly hadn't said anything because she didn't know anything. He'd just walked over to her the second day she'd begun hanging around the Strip Mall and had told her he'd told his friends to keep an eye on her and to report to him if anyone hassled her. There was no explanation or anything, though he gave her this look like he knew more than he was telling, or that he understood why she was doing what she was doing whenever they saw each other. If he did know, she wished he'd tell her. She had no idea why she'd suddenly begun flashing her teachers and the losers at Lincoln Junior High, and then the skankiest guys she could find, nor why doing so got her so aroused and why the more repulsive the person she flashed the hotter she got. Actually, flashing herself had become an addiction, and like all addictions, she needed bigger and bigger doses as time went on. Flashing her teachers and classmates had become commonplace, and though she still enjoyed it and found it arousing, she had to find someone and some place skankier to get the same high she used to get. The skankiest place she knew was Sixteenth Street, and unlike Trang, she'd loved going there. The risk of running into the two cops again had kept her away for the past three weeks, but the need to return was growing stronger each day.

"So 3; you feeling 3; you know?" Molly finally asked. Trang nodded. "Me too. Let's go to the can and freshen up."

The two thirteen-year-old girls inspected themselves in the mirror. They looked like two child whores the way they were dressed. Trang didn't have much of a figure, but she had that pretty, innocent look and smooth, butterscotch complexion that young Cambodian girls have, and a tight, compact butt. Molly's curly, brunette hair was gorgeous, and she had nice, early teen tits, and an even nicer ass, round and firm, and awesome legs, which she knew and used to her advantage. Already feeling hot, their images fuelled their passions. Along with their lust, was a feeling of revulsion and guilt that they usually felt when they returned home from the mall or returned to school after their noon escapades and faced the reality of their lives and what they'd done, feelings that tormented them until the next day when they repeated it all over again, the rush of exposing themselves being too enjoyable to resist. They looked at their images seductively. As Molly brushed her skirt flat she could not resist pressing her fingertips against her hot, aching pussy, and as Trang adjusted her blouse to best reveal her young, budding breasts she felt an ache between her legs that made her bite her lower lip.

"When you're feeling, like, you know, extra hot, do you, you know, sometimes, like rub yourself?" Molly asked.

"Me too." The two girls stood there in awkward silence. Molly glanced over at the washroom stalls. "I'm sortta feeling that way now."

Molly glanced at the stalls again, and then at Trang. It wasn't as comfortable or clean or as safe as her bedroom, but she doubted if she could wait that long. It all came from not having her Sixteenth Street fix. From the look in Trang's eyes she was feeling the same way. "Shall we?"

It was filthy doing it in a public bathroom, and risky, but like Molly, she was feeling randy. "Sure," she replied with a shrug.

As they headed over to the stalls an idea came to Molly. "You do it by yourself?"

"Wanna do it together?" Molly asked, glancing at the handicap stall and back at Trang.

"Sure." She, Molly and Ashley had sworn to do everything together. They were best buddies, the three musketeers. It wouldn't seem quite so dirty doing it together.

Latching the door, Molly immediately raised her skirt and ran her fingertips along the lips of her aching pussy, sending thrills of pleasure through the tender, sensitive flesh. She was hot, and doing it there in front of Trang made it seem ever hotter. As Trang drew up her skirt and similarly ran the tips of her fingers along her cunt lips, Molly trembled with arousal. She'd seen other girls in the showers of course, and when she, Trang and Ashley had sleep overs, but she'd never really looked at another girl's closely. After all, all girls were pretty much built the same down there, and she was no lez.

Keeping her eyes on Trang's crotch, she pressed her fingers harder against her labia and inhaled deeply with the pleasure. She rubbed them firmly, causing them to swell rapidly. She ran a finger along the slit, fingering the moist, sensitive folds beyond her lips. She fingered her clit, sending shocks of pleasure through her cunt and causing her clit to swell and become firm. He cunt began to burn hotly as it filled with juice. Trang was inhaling and exhaling deeply as she similarly caressed her pussy while keeping her eyes on Molly's crotch. It was so hot doing it in the presence of another girl, and such a relief. Girls seldom talked about it and when they did they all denied doing it, which had added to the thirteen-year-old Cambodian's girl's guilt. Guys said that Asians were hotter than other girls, and she was beginning to seriously wonder if she was the only girl at Lincoln Junior High School who masturbated.

Their cunts throbbing with arousal and dripping with cunt juice, the two girls could not help but recall how they'd felt when they'd been penetrated by a man. Ever since she'd lost her virginity to Eli Dean just over three months ago, Molly had inserted her finger up her pussy when she masturbated and thought about how it felt having his thick, black cock up her vagina even though she despised the man and felt dirty and used whenever she had sex with him. Sex was dirty and filthy, and felt great. Since the rape by Eric O'Malley she'd sometimes thought about how it had felt having him inside her too, and though she hated him for forcing himself on her, and even more so him being a cop, she could not deny that having his cock pumping in and out of her pussy had felt good too.

Trang had felt guilty and dirty every time she'd returned home from flashing men with Molly, but like her, she'd found flashing men and boys who had no chance with her highly erotic also, and she couldn't help recalling the looks of lust in their eyes and sometimes the vulgar things she overheard them say to others about her, which overpowered any reservations she had about what she was doing and got her hot all over again, so hot she, like Molly, sought satisfaction in that solitary act that no decent girl would admit doing, and probably most girls didn't do. The brutal rape and humiliation at the Economy Inn at the hands of the cop Mike Polanski had been frightening and the worst thing that had ever happened to her, but had also been a relief. Having thought the two cops were going to arrest them and that her mother and father were going to find out what she'd been doing, getting raped was nowhere near as bad. Sure, that was not how she'd expected to lose her virginity, and for the past three weeks she'd never felt so used and dirty. It was an hour of pain and humiliation she'd never forget for the rest of her life, but it had also been her first sexual experience, and she'd never forget the feeling of a man deep inside her body either. Though not as eagerly nor as frequently, like Molly she could not resist the temptation to insert her finger up her pussy in an attempt to re-experience the awesome feeling of having a man's hot, hard cock up her vagina.

With the two girls so caught up in their memories and in the arousal pulsating through their legs, it was not surprising they didn't hear the outer door of the washroom open and close. Even if they had, they would have had a difficult time stopping and at the most they would have tried to be a bit more quiet about it. From their heavy breathing and the wet, schlucking noise of their fingers slipping in and out of their hot, dripping pussies, one would have to be very naive and innocent not to know what was going on behind the closed door of the handicap stall. The person who'd entered, was far from naive or innocent.

Having seen the two girls flashing men in the mall, Elijah had followed them to the women's rest room and had waited outside for them. He knew it took women a much longer time than it took men, but when the two girls had not come out even with that extra allowance of time, he'd gotten suspicious. Hanging up his washroom being cleaned sign and blocking the doorway with his cleaning cart, he slowly and carefully opened the door and peaked inside. Seeing nobody at the wash basins, he quietly slipped inside, and hearing the whimpering and heavy breathing coming from the handicapped stall, he knew what was not happening. Quietly making his way to the stall beside them, he ever so slowly and cautiously climbed up on the toilet seat, not an easy task for an out-of-shape fifty-nine-year-old smoker weighing two hundred and twenty pounds [100kg], and glanced over the partition between the stalls.

The sight that met his eyes was worth the effort. There stood Molly and Trang, their middle fingers up their pussies and the two girls gasping and squirming with the pleasure of their self-abuse. They were living proof of what Eli had known for fifty years and to his total amazement most otherwise intelligent and reasonable men totally denied. Thirteen-year-old girls were sexual beings, with sexual needs and drives like any normal, healthy adult, and left to their own devices, they found ways to satisfy those needs. He knew from personal experience, and from hundreds of videos he'd seen, that girls, and boys, a lot younger than thirteen had those feelings too, and that it was only a twisted, perverted society that prevented them from exploring and satisfying those needs.

As Molly and Trang pumped their fingers rapidly in and out of their hot, swollen pussies and squirmed and twisted in evident ecstasy, no reasonable man could deny that they feeling great and aching for a good fucking. Nor could any reasonable man not help but get aroused himself. Their flushed, sweet faces, glowing with arousal, their rosy lips parted as they moaned and licked their lips seductively, the cunt juice glistening on their middle fingers and in their soft, curly hairs and trickling down their smooth, shapely legs, how could any healthy man not become erect.

Totally mad with arousal, Molly glanced over at Trang and down at her swollen, wet pussy. "Have you ever had another girl do that to you?" she asked huskily.

"No," panted Trang, her budding breasts rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for breath.

She was feeling hot, and even with the pleasure she'd created between her legs with her finger, Trang was not certain she'd be able to satisfy the ache deep up her vagina. The idea of Molly doing it to her send a new thrill of pleasure up her throbbing, aching vagina, and the thought that just maybe that was what it was going to take to satisfy her this time. Molly was thinking exactly the same thing as she slipped her fingers out of her hot, dripping pussy and stepped up in front of Trang.

Slipping her fingers along Trang's swollen, wet lips sent a thrill up her spine, and the thought of slipping her finger, already slimed from tip to knuckle with her own juice, up Trang's hot, juicy hole caused a quiver to shoot up her cunt and for another flow of juice to ooze out from between her gaping lips. The thought of their juices combining was just too hot, and she eagerly ran her fingertip along Trang's juice-filled crack and then slowly inserted her finger up Trang's hot, pulsating cunt. It felt so awesome and so wicked having her cunt muscles clamp about her finger, just as it must have clamped about that cop's cock that had fucked her.

Molly trembled with arousal at that thought, and as she watched Trang's slender, butterscotch finger slip along her crack and then ever so slowly disappear up her body her cunt quivered and throbbed as her slimy juice flooded her vagina and oozed out of the crack. This was just too fucking hot! She clamped her cunt muscles about Trang's finger just as she clamped them about Eli's cock and she'd clamped them about the cop's cock, and at the same time she felt Trang's cunt tighten about her finger, just as Trang must have tightened it about the cock of the cop who had raped her. Ever so slowly she eased her finger out of Trang's hot, grasping pussy and she was surprised just how tightly Trang could clasp her cunt about about her finger. She of course did the same thing as Trang slowly eased her finger out of her cunt, and then slowly inserted it again. As Trang accidentally brushed her finger against Molly's clit, Molly flinched and whimpered with the sharp pleasure that shot up her throbbing pussy.

"No! Do it again!" Trang did, and Molly flinched again. "Oh God! Keep rubbing me there!"

Trang did so eagerly, and as she worked her finger in and out of Molly's hot, throbbing pussy she inhaled sharply as she felt Molly's finger brush against her clit. "Oh you've found my spot too!" she shrieked. "Oh my God that feels so good!"

Eli was feeling good too. His cock was throbbing hotly in his boxers and thanks to its size was even managing to tent out his coveralls. He loved young girls and had seen plenty of kiddy vids of thirteen-year-old girls finger fucking each other, but nothing could compare to watching them doing it in the flesh. From the sounds the two of them were making they had to be close to having an orgasm, and from the way his cock was throbbing, he was close to having one too, which was going to result in a terrible sticky mess. It was a shame he was not going to be able to replay this scene again!

There was no reason why he couldn't he thought as a smile slowly crossed his lips. As he ever so slowly stepped down from his porcelain perch and quickly but silently headed for the door, he was disappointed he'd not be able to watch the conclusion of their little finger fucking session, but the thought that had come to his mind made up it. Quietly slipping into the corridor and slowly closing the door to the rest room so it did not click, he locked it in case the girls tried to leave before he could get back and hung an out of order sign on it. He'd been fucking Molly's young pussy now for three months and a week, and as delightful as it was, he was growing tired of it and now was as good a time as any to make the change.

Hurrying to his office, which was just down the hall from the public washrooms, he picked up the few things he needed and hurried back to the ladies rest room. From the lack of commotion on the other side of the door, the two girls had evidently not yet discovered they'd been locked in, much to his relief. If they'd attracted a crowd his plan would have been ruined. Unlocking the door, he knocked on it loudly and announced that he needed to clean the rest room and would be waiting outside until any ladies inside left. Almost immediately he heard water running and then the air drier turn on. As the two girls emerged from the rest room, Trang glanced at him demurely and then glanced at Molly with a knowing smile and a twinkle in her eyes. If he only knew what the two of them had just finished doing! Actually, he was old and ugly and black, the perfect object for their little flashing game, and as they headed back up the corridor she was about to say so to Molly, but she never had a chance.

Molly was not the first young piece of pussy Eli had fucked. He loved young girls and boys and his job at the mall made it easy for him to find those that were willing to engage in a bit of fun with him, and being an equal opportunity sort of guy, those that were unwilling also. For the unwilling, he had all the necessary items in his security office to make them become willing, or at least to render them unconscious and tie them up until he had the time to bend them to his will. That included the two rags he'd doused with chloroform back in his office and stuck in a plastic bag, and that he'd held over the mouths and noses of the two unsuspecting girls as they'd turned their backs on him and he'd stepped up behind them and looped his burly arms about their necks. It was so unexpected that they hardly had time to put up a struggle before the chloroform had knocked them unconscious. Dragging them back into the bathroom locking the door behind him, he quickly bound their wrists and their ankles with duct tape.

The image of the two of them in the handicapped stall finger fucking each other, and the thoughts of what the two of them were going to end up doing, got his cock rock hard once again. As he looked down at the two fresh-faced young girls in their flashing outfits, he just had to get off. Lifting the girls' skirts and spreading apart their legs to expose their fresh young pussies, he undid Trang's blouse and spread it open to reveal her pert young breasts and pushed Molly's up about her neck. Kneeling down between the two girls, he played with their naked cunts and young titties. He loved young girls at that age. They looked so young and innocent lying there, their little titties so firm and not even the size of baseballs yet, the slant-eyed girl's more the size of golf balls. Their pussies were slender and tight too, even Molly's despite the number of times he'd had his salami up it. Slipping the straps of his coverall over his shoulders and pushing his coveralls down, he pulled down his fly and extracted his thick, black, erect cock. He slowly stroked it as he knelt there, admiring the two naked, unconscious cherubs.

Running his fingers over their warm, flaccid labia, he delighted in their sparse hairs and in the furry feel of their pubic hairs. He carefully and gently slipped a finger up each cunt and began to work his digits in and out of them. Even though they were unconscious their bodies responded to his touch, and the two cunts slowly began to swell until their lips were turgid and the girls' cunt muscles were gripping his finger. As he eased his fingers in and out their cunts they began to breath more deeply and he leaned over and mouthed their little titties, working his lips over them and sucking on their little nipples until they were firm. He stuck out his tongue and darted it against their firm little nipples, sending shocks of pleasure through the swollen flesh and through their little titty mounds. Their young little cunts were dripping with juice and throbbing with heat. Even unconscious they were two hot little fucks.

Unable to hold back, Eli straightened up and began to empty his balls. Rope after rope of hot, slimy cum spurted out of his massive cock and laced the faces of the two unconscious girls. Shuffling forward and holding his black sausage above Molly's face, he slowly milked it, squeezing out his thick, white cum and dribbling it over her parted lips. Turning to face Trang, he sighed with pleasure as he pumped his swollen cock, milking out the last of his cum that hung in a long pendant from the tip of his black cock to the Cambodian girl's smooth lips.

Finally standing and tucking his cock back in his pants and pulling up his coveralls, he dragged the two girls into the last stall. Taking out the two pair of cum-stained underwear he'd grabbed from his office and stuck in his back pocket, two pair of underwear from his collection of children's underwear belonging to the kids he'd had sex with, he stuffed them in the girls' mouths and bound them with duct tape in case they work up before he got back. Stepping back into the corridor and locking the rest room door once again and leaving the out of order sign in place, he headed back to his office. Leaning back in his chair and lighting up a cigarette, he placed his call.

Chapter Forty-Nine

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Thanks to Caroline for suggesting Eli contact his nephew who forces the girls to make a porno video and for the background for Callie Dean. This story arc continues in Parts 50 and 51.

Billy chuckled as he pulled out of the mall parking lot and headed for his house, or rather, the house he'd lived in up until four days ago. His uncle Eli was one wicked dude, and a horny bastard besides. It had been close to three months ago that he'd pointed out the thirteen-year-old brunette and her Cambodian friend flashing married men and old geezers at the Westbank Mall where his uncle was a security guard. He of course immediately recognized them as being two of three girls he'd seen hanging around the Seven-Eleven over by Lincoln Junior High and William Cleaver High School where he did a lot of business and where he'd seen the two cock-teases in action himself. When his uncle told him he was banging the brunette regularly under threat that he'd tell her parents about her exposing herself at the mall if she didn't put out, he hadn't been surprised. His uncle liked them young, girls and boys, and if they were unwilling so much the better.

He'd done some checking with his man Cory, and found out the three girls were good friends with each other and considered to be in the in-crowd and were very popular. Cory had also told him that the three delighted in teasing and putting down anyone who was not part of their crowd. Molly Vickers was definitely not the type of girl to be putting out to his uncle willingly, which explained why he found the thirteen-year-old vixen so hot, and why he'd been banging her for such a long time. After a month or two at the most his uncle was normally looking for fresh meat. As for her cock-teasing, he'd even discovered her and her friend over at Sixteenth Street Strip Mall, no place for thirteen-year-olds of either sex. In that she was being banged by his uncle he didn't want to see any harm come to her, or anyone else get between her legs who might give her a disease that she might pass on to his uncle, whom he knew preferred his sex bareback, so he'd spread the word that the whores and druggies were not to hassle her, and if anyone did see she was in trouble, they were to phone him immediately, and he'd told her himself if she ever did find herself in trouble, she was to let anyone working the street know and they'd get in touch with him. Of course he didn't tell her he knew about her being his uncle's current kiddy fuck nor why he was protecting her. As for the cock teasing, he had the impression his pal Cory knew more about that than he was letting on, and likely even had something to do with it. That little dude was one enterprising little thirteen-year-old cocksman and there was a lot more to him than was meeting the eye.

Anyway, both he and his uncle knew that she'd make one hot young porn star, and he'd told his uncle that when he tired of his latest fuck, to let him know and he'd be happy to take her off his hands. He hadn't expected her to keep his uncle's interest as long as she had, and even when his uncle had phoned him that evening and told him he had two sweet gifts for him, he hadn't expected it to be Molly and her friend. Nor had he expected to find them in the handicapped stall in the women's rest room gagged and bound with duct tape with their young titties and cunts exposed and their faces spattered with his uncle's cum.

Reaching down and squeezing the erection that had popped up between his legs, an erection he'd gotten the moment he'd seen the two of them on the rest room floor and that he'd been tempted to whip out and jerk off as his uncle had described how he'd watched the two of them finger fucking themselves, he could identify with his uncle's lack of control. He could just imagine the two girls getting each other off in the handicapped stall, and he knew one of the porn videos he'd be making would be the two of them in a hot lesbian scene.

With his uncle being in charge of security, it was an easy matter to get their hands on one of the janitor's motorized trolleys and to load up the two girls and take them out to his car behind the building and out of range of the security cameras. Pulling into the back alley behind his mother's house, where he'd been living up until he'd moved in with the Gilles's on Monday, he packed the two girls into the house.

"From Eli?" his mother asked, raising an eyebrow. She looked at the bundle he was carrying more closely. "I suppose that slime on her face is Eli's idea of gift wrapping too."

"That brother of mine," Callie Dean said with a chuckle as she shook her head. "So what you going to do with them?"

"I figured they'd make two hot young porn stars, Momma. Eli said he found the two of them fingering each other in the handicapped stall in the ladies rest room, which is why he couldn't control himself."

"Hmmph, that man couldn't control himself if he saw two dogs fucking in the street," his sister observed. "Fingering each other you say. They would make a hot lesbian flick."

"Well, you two might think more with that thing dangling between your legs than the thing perched on your shoulders, but you do have good common sense."

Taking the girls to one of the rooms fitted with a wall-length two-way mirror, he'd just layed them down on the bed when they began to wake up. Giving them time to come to their senses and to realize the vulnerable position they were in, he pulled out a large, shinny knife from the leg scabbard where he kept it and held the point under their chins as he told them that he would not hurt them, provided they did exactly as he said. Of course he would never use the knife on them, but they did not know that, and he looked like the type of guy who would and not have any qualms about it. When they nodded that they understood and agreed, he cut the duct tape binding their ankles and wrists, and holding their soiled underwear gags in place. Handing them his cell phone, he told them to call their parents and tell them that they were spending the weekend at each other's houses. Warning them not to try to escape, he locked them in the room and after making a couple phone calls headed off to visit with his mother with whom he'd been living with up until four days ago.

Shortly before seven Eli showed up with Cory and Ben, having picked up the two boys after work. The five of them went down to the room beside the one Molly and Trang were in and Eli described how he'd watched them flashing men at the mall as they did most Fridays after school and usually on weekends, and then caught them fingering each other in the handicapped stall in the ladies rest room. Callie noted with a smile that he didn't go on to tell the boys what he'd done to them.

"Fingering each other?" asked Ben in surprise. That he would never have suspected from the two seemingly straight girls.

"So, you think your two classmates are lesbians?" Billy asked, addressing both boys but Cory in particular. Cory was the most intuitive person he'd ever met, having an uncanny insight into the thoughts and desires of others as if he were able to read their minds, which was one of the reasons he'd phoned him and invited him to come over and watch his two classmates' initiation into the world of kiddy porn.

Reading their minds was exactly what Cory was doing at the moment. In their agitated state of worry and fear, and with their feelings of guilt over what the two of them had done earlier that afternoon, combined with the ability to see them through the mirror, it was relatively easy even with their thoughts being broadcast through the glass.

"No, that was their first time. They're one hundred percent straight." Their guilt and revulsion as they thought about what they'd done in the stall was practically nauseating.

"That would make making them do a lesbian vid all the hotter," observed Ben, Eli's earlier description having given the thirteen-year-old a raging boner, and the thought of them doing a video of something they found disgusting causing his young cock to throb hotly in his jeans.

Billy smiled. Cory had told him how the two girls put their classmates down, and especially his friend Ben, and knowing how the two boys had to feel about that had been the second reason he'd invited Cory over and had suggested he bring his buddy with him to watch their two tormentors getting what was coming to them.

"The only problem with that is that if them two girls don't know nothing about lesbian love it's going to be hard to do a convincing video of them as lovers, unless you're planning on making a video of them being forced to have sex with each other," observed Eli. He was fully aware of his nephew's directing skills, and had been taped introducing some of his young partners to the joys of sex himself.

"Either would be hot, but I'm leaning more to the sweet love story of two budding lesbians myself."

"Oh yes, honey child, they would be perfect for that," sighed Callie, also fully aware of her son's filming projects, and other business ventures, and not only fully supporting him in them, but having a mother's pride in his achievements.

"Don't think that's going to be a problem. We got the world's expert and master teacher right here in this room," Billy said, wrapping an arm about his mother and giving her a knowing grin.

"You were there watching through the crack in the door the night Gramma taught me how women can do what no man can, little pervert that you were," Callie said, smiling at her older brother.

"Me a little pervert? What you talking about, girl? Eight years old and you dove into Gramma's honey pot like a queen bee lapping nectar from a flower."

Having met Gramma Dean, that she and her daughter had gotten it on didn't come as a surprise to Cory, and he felt his cock begin to swell in his jeans.

"Well, if those two in there aren't into that sort of thing, why'd they do each other in the can?"

"Because they'd gotten too horny from flashing men to be satisfied just doing themselves," Cory explained. He knew enough about sex and about Molly and Trang to know that was what had happened without having to read their minds.

"So all we gotta do is have Momma teach them the ways of lesbian love and then get them all hot and bothered again."

The five of them studied the girls in the other room. "Have Kenny Ballard deliver them a pizza," observed Cory. "And one for Ben and me."

Billy smiled again. That was the third reason he'd invited Cory over. The little dude had a devious, filthy thirteen-year-old mind, and when he was around, things just seemed to happen. He'd taped the party at Cory's house, and saw what happened when the pizza boy delivered, in more ways than one. So, while Cory ordered them all pizzas and phoned Kenny and told him to be sure he was the one that delivered them, Callie put on her consoling, motherly face and went in to talk to the two girls, and Eli and Billy set up the cameras.

Half an hour later, Kenneth Ballard approached the Dean house with more than a little trepidation. He remembered well the pizza he'd delivered to Cory's house three months ago and the crazy, totally humiliating orgy he'd ended up engaging in, an event that also resulted in him finding the love of his life, the boy that he dreamt about twenty-four seven and filled his heart with joy, and his jeans with throbbing desire. He would be forever grateful to Cory for that, and it was for that reason he readily swapped deliveries with Raul Martinez who normally delivered in the Latin District. Although he'd never been to the Latin District himself, he knew of the Dean House. Mike Kowalski's older brother Paul had been there, and had told them that going there was a common freshman initiation at college. Every college student and their younger brothers knew what went on behind those ornate wooden doors, or thought they did. He'd never been there, but as he walked up the walk and spotted those doors, he couldn't believe there'd be two houses with the same doors and wrought iron patio.

It wasn't much of a surprise to be greeted on the patio by a balding wrestler-type with the face of an ape and garlic breath that he assumed was a bouncer, nor to have the guy take three of the four pizzas and tell him to open up his shirt and stuff the roll of quarters down the right leg of his jeans beside his cock, which the guy took the opportunity to squeeze, and to put on his sexiest smile. Even being greeted at the door by two thirteen-year-old girls who looked like kiddy hookers and that he recognized as being two students who went to Dominic's school, and the bright lights of a cam recorder and the same black man as had filmed him at Cory's, didn't come as a major surprise. Getting a twenty-dollar tip was, and a pleasant one.

"That was Kenneth Ballard," observed Trang as she and Molly returned to the bedroom and sat down on the bed to eat their pizza.

"Did you see his chest hair? I wonder what it would be like to run your fingers through it?"

"Oh my God yeah! His is bigger normal than most of the skanky old men's when they're erect."

"Nick says it's especially embarrassing when a guy's like that and a teacher calls him up to the blackboard." The girls giggled with the thought.

"Yeah. It's you know, sort of, well, a lover's thing, sharing our most intimate secrets."

"I can't. We promised not to reveal them to anyone else. Sides, they're really, really intimate."

"He said that sometimes when you, you know, like masturbates, he catches, you know, his stuff, in his hand."

"Ewww," responded Trang. Cory and Ben glanced at each other. "He told you he like masturbates?"

"That I masturbate too," Molly said coyly, "and sometimes think about him when I do."

"Sure. Besides Jesse McCartney and Aaron Carter and a dozen other hot boys." The girls giggled. "Who do you think about?"

"No," Trang said with a blush. "Chakroth's a boy in grade nine. He and his family have just recently arrived from Cambodia."

"You'll have to introduce me." The two girls reached for another slice of pizza. "So, not Ben Hanson?" Molly teased.

"Ewww! That pudgy little mouse? Not!" Cory glanced over at Ben and could only imagine how he must have been hurt by that comment. "Actually, I think it's time I pulled his string again," Trang continued before Cory could intervene.

"I can't believe that geek falls for your 'Oh Ben, I'm so sorry. I'd really like to be your friend' line," Molly observed, mimicking Trang's voice perfectly and batting her eyelashes.

"You know, a couple years ago I was showing someone our class picture and naming off all our classmates, and when I came to his picture I honestly couldn't remember his name."

"Not surprising. He like so never speaks. And always looking down at his feet. What's to notice?"

"Or your name is Nick and you need someone to push around to impress your girlfriend," giggled Trang and they both laughed. Boys were so simple and predictable.

"At least he knows something worth while. Not like Peter Manchester. Now there is a real geek. Did I ever tell you one day he was telling me all about this model sailing ship he was building, from like the medieval days or whatever, as if I cared? He's like so into this group where they dress up like knights and stuff, SCA whatever that is. I think he even knows more about medieval history than Wilbur Thornton."

"Well, it's easy to see why they're the best of friends. You know they actually like take on these roles of wizards and stuff and play this game Dungeons and Dragons? I don't know how anyone can be so smart in math and science and so totally clueless when it comes to a social life. I don't think that nerd even knows why there's two sexes!" The two girls giggled.

"Not like Fats Fortillini. Now he knows why, not that it's ever going to do him any good. Every time I give him a glance at my breasts his eyes pop out like squished frog's."

"Oh yeah," Molly giggled. "Can you imagine what that dork must look like with no shirt on?"

"Gag me. Bet he has bigger breasts than both of us combined," Trang observed and the two giggled again. "Now he's got to be Lincoln Junior High's number one top dork."

"Oh yeah! What a pair. One built like an elephant and the other with ears as big as one."

"He's so skinny if I spread my legs he'd probably disappear right inside," chortled Molly.

"Remember in elementary P.E. when we used to pick teams. They were always the last two ever picked."

"Now that is a shame, with such beautiful, curly hair and those long eyelashes. How can anyone so cute be such a total nerd?"

"He sort of looks like those cartoon boys he's always drawing. You know he has a whole book of pictures with each just a little different from the next so when you flip the pages it looks like they are moving."

"That dweeb? Totally boring! By the way, did you know that dweeb is actually an abbreviation?"

"Oh yeah." Molly paused. "It's so hot when they look at you like they're starving and you can see in their eyes they're hoping they just might make out with you and inside you're thinking no way is such a sick, pathetic, obnoxious misfit even going to have a chance to touch you."

"It's a rush getting all hot and aroused getting hopeless losers like that horny."

The two girls thought about how hot they'd gotten that afternoon at the mall after school, and the things the woman who'd come in to talk to them that evening had said. Now that had been a strange conversation. She'd come in and told them that they didn't have to worry and that nothing bad was going to happen to them, if they did just what her son told them to, which was pretty much what he'd said before he'd locked them in the room. Then she went on about how sweet and innocent they looked and how she understood what it was like to be a thirteen-year-old girl, which was dumb considering she was as old as their mothers, maybe older, and black besides. What was really weird was when she said they shouldn't be ashamed about messing around with each other and that it was a beautiful thing when two girls brought each other pleasure. How could she have known what they'd done in the handicapped stall? And then she went on about how a girl can bring another pleasures that no boy or man could ever bring and went on to describe, in detail, just what she meant.

"Only girls can really bring real pleasure to girls. Girls know how girls feel and stuff."

"Yeah. Like she said, we're romantic and want to make love. Boys just want to have sex to please themselves."

As the two girls moved closer together and awkwardly and hesitantly put their arms about each other, as a boy and girl do on their very first date and very first kiss, Callie smiled on the other side of the two-way mirror. Young love was so sweet and innocent, and so exciting and mysterious. She remembered her first time, with her mother, and how strange and wonderful it was, and later her first time with her best friend, and how warm and loving it was, and how hot it got. They had thought they'd just try the romance stuff too. The girls would find out different, just as she and her best friend had. She'd meant every word of her talk to the girls. She wasn't just making things easier for Billy or helping him make his movie. She believed what she'd told them about sex between girls.

Billy and Eli of course knew that, and as they watched the two girls as they wrapped their arms about each other and shared that very first kiss, and as they saw the looks in their eyes as their lips parted, their cocks throbbing hotly in their pants. Cory and Ben felt a stirring between their legs also as they watched their first live lesbian performance. It was a lot different watching two people in the flesh doing it compared to a video on a computer screen, and a lot different when you knew the two girls who were kissing and caressing each other. As Molly unbuttoned Trang's blouse and Trang pulled Molly's over her head and the two girls began to fondle each other's small, budding breast, it was especially erotic seeing the two girls engaging in the taboo act after listening to their derogatory comments about their classmates. As Molly pushed down Trang's skirt and her fingers slipped inside Trang's panties, he thought it was especially deserving and after all the teasing she'd done with him his only regret was that she didn't know he was watching her.

As Billy zoomed in on their faces and then down to Molly's hand as she pushed Trang's panties down, revealing her best friend's pussy to his camera, he began planning how he might reward Cory. Once again things were happening. He'd been ecstatic about his romantic evening with Antoinette Gilles, and about his night with Juan's kid brother Ramon. Maybe he should arrange for another two such evenings in thanks for this night. The sight of the brunette kissing the Cambodian girl while she massaged her pussy and the Cambodian girl's butterscotch brown fingers wrapping about the brunette's little budding tit and squeezing it had his cock dripping pre-cum. This movie was going to make him thousands.

Cory reached down and squeezed his swollen cock. The sight of Molly and Trang totally making out was fucking hot, and the best part of it all was that he had to do nothing. He'd been prepared to use his headband to read their thoughts and send back messages to direct their behaviour, but other than the little bit of reading about what they were thinking and how they were feeling about what Eli had said he'd seen them doing in the ladies rest room, he hadn't had to do any mind reading whatsoever. And he hadn't had to send them any suggested ideas what to do or what to say either. He'd figured Kenneth would get them thinking sex and that he'd plant some things to say in their minds, but they'd said exactly what he was thinking without him having to broadcast his ideas. Not only that, their whole conversation about their classmates, and their thoughts about what Callie had said, had all been on their own without any prompting from him as he'd intended on doing. Their thoughts and comments about Ben and the others had gotten them hot all on their own also, the result of course of his original implanted ideas months ago. It just went to show that with that little nudge way back then the two were acting like the natural horny sluts that they were.

Totally unaware of their audience and giving in to their desires, the two precocious girls were doing just that. Callie Dean had been right. Girls knew how to be tender and how to make love, not make out like boys saw it. To their surprise the kissing had gotten them even hotter, and having someone else's hand doing what they normally did make it different, and much better. Molly frequently played with her breasts while she masturbated, and having Trang's fingers squeezing her breast and her fingers caressing her nipple had it harder than it had ever been before, and her breast pulsating with arousal like she'd never been able to create. And having Molly's fingers caressing her labia instead of her own made all the difference in the world, and her pussy was swelling rapidly under Molly's gentle caresses. No boy could ever caress her so softly and gently, not having the same equipment as she had.

If Callie had been right about the kissing and caressing, maybe she had been right about the other too. The question became how to suggest they try it after having said it sounded gross. With Trang already playing with her breast and caressing her nipple, and from the way her teat was sticking up it being evident that she was enjoying it, it wasn't that big a step for Molly to lean down and kiss Trang's tit. It was just a kiss, and they had already kissed each other on the lips. It sent a thrill through her groin as she pressed her lips against Trang's firm breast and she could only imagine if kissing her there was so hot how Trang must be feeling having her kiss her like that. Encouraged, she kissed her breast a few more times, working her lips over to her teat, and finally kissing her teat. Trang shuddered with the sensation and pressed her groin against Molly's caressing fingers. Encouraged still further, Molly pressed her lips against Trang's nipple and sucked on her tit like Callie had described, causing her own groin to throb with arousal.

Glad that Molly had gone that far, Trang slipped her hands down her slim body and pushed down her panties. She massaged Molly's firm buttocks and arched her body as Molly sucked deeply on her breast, pushing her groin against Molly's. Feeling each other's furry muff and heat against their own send new thrills of desire through the body of the two thirteen-year-old girls. Trang gyrated her hips against Molly, rubbing her pussy against Molly's as the two girls caressed each other's backsides and kissed passionately and eagerly.

Trang wiggled down and kissed Molly's breasts as Molly had kissed hers, and then ran her tongue over her nipple, causing it to send sharp tingles of arousal through the firm, budding tits. Breathing heavily now, they caressed each other's body firmly, making love, pleasing each other. Trang kissed Molly's heaving breasts and then dared to continue down, down to her waist and her belly button. Her pussy was so near. Dare she go farther? Molly solved the problem for her, suddenly twisting around so that they were facing each other but in opposite directions. As she felt Molly's hot breath against her pussy, and then her hot, wet tongue run along her labia, Trang quickly pressed her lips against Molly's cunt and kissed her before she chickened out.

The eroticism of Trang's lips pressed against her hot, pulsating cunt drove Molly on. She ran her tongue over Trang's now swollen labia, and finding her clit as Callie had told them, she ran her tongue over it, sending shards of sweet pain through Trang's cunt like she'd never believed possible. She immediately slipped her lips up along Molly's hot cunt and over her clit and darted her tongue against it, wanting to bring Molly the same pleasure as Molly was bringing her. They were the best of friends, and what better thing for two friends to do than to bring each other such sweet pleasure. Molly's response was proof that she'd succeeded, and she darted her tongue against her clit again.

Callie smiled as she watched the two thirteen-year-old girls engaged in their first sixty-nine. She'd known that once started the girls would not be able to resist giving in to their curiosity, and she knew from experience that once they gave in to their curiosity they would have to give in to their new found pleasure. She had started them on a delightful new path. Eli and Billy of course were throbbing with desire as they watched the two girls lapping at each other's muff, and Ben and Cory were squirming and adjusting their swollen flesh so it was not so awkward and painful as they watched their two snobbish classmates hungrily eating each other out. What was even more delightful, was knowing that tomorrow they would be as filled with guilt and shame as at the moment they were filled with pleasure and lust. Girls were dumb that way, not seeing sex for the pleasure it brought and being thankful for that.

The two girls had been reluctant and had approached their love making with disgust and embarrassment, but the hot, wet, throbbing pleasure between their legs and the tingling arousal of their teats had easily overpowered those feelings. Now all they wanted was to please each other, and to be pleased. As the throbbing of their cunts grew, they eagerly began eating each other out, pressing their lips against each other's labia and sucking their hot, slimy cunt juice into their mouths as they had been dying of thirst. The rammed their hot, wet tongues inside each other's vagina, trying to reach the itch beyond the tips of their tongues. They darted their tongues relentlessly against each other's swollen, irritated clit, sending shards of sweet pain through their cunts and causing the flow of their cunt juice to double.

Closer and closer they came to that ultimate pleasure that until then they'd only reached by their own hand. Knowing from the snorting and panting of the other and from the way their cunt was being attacked that the other was feeling the same pleasure and approaching the same peak drove them on with even greater eagerness and delight. Reaching that peak was delightful, but it was even more delightful when it was your best friend who was bringing you to that peak of ecstasy, and when you were bringing your best friend to the same point. Their cheeks smeared with cunt juice and flushed with arousal, the two girls fastened their lips to each other's hot, throbbing cunt and thrust their hips forward in desperation. Molly arched her back and dug her fingers into Trang's buttocks as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and Trang almost simultaneously clutched Molly's ass as that electric shock ripped up her vagina. Gasping and jerking as if they were holding onto live wires, the two girls thrashed there on the bed in total delight.

Never had they had such an explosive orgasm, and it took several minutes for it to pass, and much longer for their breathing to return to normal. When at last they released their grip on the other's body, they twisted around so they were facing the same direction. Their lips automatically went to each other and they kissed long and deeply as they embraced. Nobody could ever possibly make them feel so good. Forgotten for the moment was the fact that they'd been kidnapped at the mall and that they were being held captive. Their fears about what was going to happen to them momentarily forgotten, they looked dreamily into each other's eyes and kissed again, their lips tasting of each other's cunt juice and their breaths smelling of each other's pussy.

Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapters 46-49

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Nine