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TEACHER - PART THIRTY-FIVE

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	"Ben, bring your book bag up here, please."
	Surprised by the unusual request, Ben nonetheless did
as had been requested, having been raised to never
question teachers or others in authority, and not
being of the personality to even think of doing such a
thing.
	"Open it please."
	Puzzled, he glanced at Ashley Rowland who was
standing there beside Mrs. Pakorny with a cat that's
swallowed a canary look on her face.  Now what?  Ben
knew that whatever was going on, it did not bode well
for him.  Looking inside his backpack and taking out a
couple textbooks and a binder, Mrs Pakorny suddenly
frowned.  It was one of those guilt-inducing "how
disgusting and you have really disappointed me" type
of frowns that teachers have perfected.  Holding them
between her thumb and first finger, she slowly removed
a pair of pink panties with white lace and dainty
embroidery.  Ben looked at them in absolute shock and
surprise and the rest of the glass giggled and
snickered until Mrs. Pakorny looked up and glared at
them with another one of those looks that are the sole
domain of teachers.  She glanced over at Ashley and
Ashley nodded ever so slightly, blushing a much
brighter pink than her panties.  She hadn't expected
Mrs. Pakorny to actually take them out of the bag, not
in front of the entire grade eight social studies
class!  Thank her lucky stars she'd planted a clean
pair and one of her prettier panties in Ben's bag.
	"Ben Hanson," Mrs. Pakorny said sternly and with
genuine surprise, and with uncharacteristic coldness. 
"Of all the boys in this school, you are the last one
I would have expected to steal a girl's panties!"
	"Steal?" Ben asked, just as surprised as she was.
	"Now I know how difficult it is like for boys your
age, your bodies full of raging hormones, but biology
doesn't condone such perverted behaviour."
	"I . . . but  . . .  I've never see-," Ben stammered
as he turned still redder.  Why did she have to
mention his body and hormones?  She was a woman.  A
mature woman besides.  She had to be at least forty. 
Easily tongue-tied at the best of times, the pudgy,
painfully-shy thirteen-year-old stared down at his
feet. 
	"And to sneak into the girl's locker room while they
are in gym class to get a pair of their panties
besides, really Ben where was your mind?"  Ashley
cringed.  Did she really have to state the obvious?
	"I-."
	"Never mind, I don't think I want to know.  Shame on
you, Ben Hanson!  You march down to the office and see
Mister Millburne right this instant."
	Blushing even redder than Ashley and staring down at
the floor as he usually did even when nobody was
looking at him, his hair hanging before his eyes and
hiding his embarrassment and his hurt, Ben walked to
his desk and picked up his Social Studies text and
binder and his pen.  Dropping the pen on the floor in
his nervousness and self-consciousness and drawing
even more attention to himself, he put his belongings
in the book bag and headed for the door.  Everyone in
the room had their eyes on him, silently watching him
leave in embarrassment and humiliation.  He wanted to
die.  How could Ashley have been so cruel to him?  She
had to have planted the panties in his book bag.  But
why?  He hadn't done anything to her.  And Mrs.
Pakorny.  How could she think he'd do such a thing? 
She was his favourite teacher, and next to computers
and science, history was his favourite subject.  Why
did Ashley have to choose her of all teachers to make
her false accusation?  What must Mrs. Pakorny be
thinking of him now?  He would never be able to look
her in the eyes again!  He was spared that problem for
the next three school days, Vice Principal Millburne
suspending him from school until the following Monday.
	Ben's mother was abhorred by the news, and his father
reprimanded him, as he was expected to and something
he'd rarely had occasion to do.  It was because Ben
never got in trouble and never broke the rules that
the lecture was a mild one, that and because he didn't
see the infraction as being anything more than healthy
adolescent curiosity.  Secretly, he was delighted to
see the first evidence of his son coming out of his
shell.  He wondered if that had anything to do with
Ben chumming around with this new boy.  It had been
almost three months since they had first met him, a
day he remembered well as Ben seldom had friends over.
 They had not seen each other that often, the boy
having been over probably a half dozen times, and Ben
actually having gone over to his house twice, both
this past month, another rarity.
	Ben's mother didn't wonder about the connection. 
Ben's new friend was too outgoing, too unlike Ben. 
She had suspected he was taking advantage of her son
right from the beginning, using him for his knowledge
about computers.  Ben could not possibly have done
such a perverted thing on his own, and keeping him
away from Cory was just as much the reason she'd
insisted they ground him for the rest of the week and
the weekend as it was to punish him.  It hurt him that
his mother would think he'd do such a thing, and it
bothered him even more what she'd think of him if she
found out about his porn collection of women exposing
their breasts.  Although his mother never mentioned
her suspicion about Cory, he knew his mother blamed
him, and he knew his father was of the same suspicion.
 That they might forbid him from ever seeing him again
was the most disturbing thing of all.  Cory was his
one and only true friend, the only one he'd had in a
long time.  Never in his life had Ben thought he'd
feel as miserable as he did that Tuesday night.
	So why had Ashley done it?  There were several
reasons.  To begin with, she was not the brightest
bulb in the box, and any chance she had to make
someone else look bad she took it.  Ben Hanson was a
natural.  Meek and shy and a loner, he was a perfect
scapegoat, and no threat to anyone.  Even Ashley
Rowland knew that Molly Vicker's boyfriend Nick Dawson
pushed him around because Ben would never retaliate,
and of course because he wanted to impress Molly in
the hopes of making it with her, and she knew that
Molly and Trang teased Ben because he was such a
perfect patsy.  That was the second reason for
Ashley's accusation.  Ben Hanson was such a looser,
such a nothing, that it was difficult not to bully him
simply because he was there.
	The third and biggest reason though was because
lately her two best friends in the whole world, Molly
and Trang, had been totally ignoring her.  Molly had
begun doing things on her own, and sometimes totally
disappearing and not telling anyone where she'd been
or what she'd done.  Up until a month ago the three of
them had been inseparable.  Nick had even joked you'd
think the three of them were joined at the hip. 
Actually Molly had been acting weird in other ways
these past two and a half months, showing off her
breasts, and then her panties, and then even her puss
to the skankiest old men in the city, and the biggest
geeks and retards in the school.  It was so evident
veryone knew she was doing it, including Nick.  That
had to really suck being him, his girlfriend exposing
herself to everyone like that while practically
ignoring him.  But it wasn't just Molly.  Trang had
begun to do the same just shortly after that.  At
first it was a real blast, and the three of them joked
and laughed about what losers the guys were and how
stupid it was that they thought they had a chance with
girls like them.  Trang had even lead Ben on that she
liked him, and then told him in front of the whole
class what a loser he was.  It wasn't the first time
she'd done it, and that he kept falling for it just
proved what a looser he was.
	They had never encouraged her to expose herself like
they did, and she wasn't sure if she would have if
they'd had.  It was funny, but it was also indecent. 
She might not be that bright, but she was a decent,
proper girl.  Anyway, over the last little while
they'd stopped hanging around together so much.  She
missed that.  So, she'd figured if she pulled a trick
on Ben maybe it would give Molly and Trang a laugh and
maybe things would get back to how they used to be. 
Ashley did not handle change well.
	Which was why what happened over the next six days,
events that would drive even the most mature and
confident girl running to a psychologist, was
especially disturbing for her.  It began Wednesday,
the day after she had planted her panties in Ben's
book bag.  She got this strange idea at the beginning
of Mister Simmons's science class just before lunch to
slip into the girls locker room and steal a pair of
panties as she'd accused Ben of doing.  The more she
tried to put the idea out of her mind the more she
thought about it until it was more than just an idea,
it was an irresistible desire.  Telling Mister Simmons
she was not feeling well, the only reason he'd let her
leave the room, she felt her clitoris suddenly swell. 
When he asked what specifically was wrong, and she
said she felt like throwing up, her clit swelled even
more, causing more than a little discomfort.  When she
added that she had not felt well all morning, her clit
had never felt so itchy nor so huge in her life.
	As she headed to the girls locker room, she could not
stop from reaching between her legs and giving herself
a vigorous rub but all it did was make the itch all
the stronger.  Finding an unlocked locker with a pair
of clean panties for after gym, she took them to the
girls room and sitting in the farthest stall, she
pushed her own panties down and vigorously began to
rub her swollen, aching clitoris and her labia as she
sniffed the crotch of the stolen nylon panties and
licked the front.  She could not help herself.  It was
as if she'd gone totally mad, and the scariest part of
it all was that it was immensely enjoyable, the feel
of the panties on her face, the faint scent of
perfume, the risk of doing it in the girls room where
she might be caught.  It was not the first time she'd
ever played with her pussy, so it was not her first
climax, but it was certainly her wildest, and the
first she'd ever reached sitting in a stall in the
girls bathroom.  Returning the panties, she made it
back to class just before the bell rang.  When Mister
Simmons asked if she was feeling better, and she
replied she was feeling fine now, which was far from
the truth as her conscience wrestled with what she'd
just done, she felt her clitoris immediately begin to
swell again.  At noon as she headed over to the
Seven-Eleven with Molly and Trang, they laughed about
the incident with Ben the previous day, which made
Ashley feel good that she had amused her two best
friends, but considering what she'd just done, made
her feel guilty also.  Asking if she was all right,
Molly and Trang were not convinced when she said she
was, at the same time tensing and evidently straining
as if holding something back, like when the nurse is
about to give you a needle or something.  She left
them early and headed back to the last stall for
another vigorous masturbation session, guiltily
sniffing and licking her own panties.  The smell of
her hot, wet pussy on the crotch of her panties was so
erotic, and so disgusting at the same time, that she
climaxed in record time and she sat there on the
toilet gasping and groaning with the hottest orgasm
she'd ever had.
	Thursday she felt the same urge again, at the
beginning of Mrs. Pakorny's social studies class again
in the period before lunch.  Once again each time she
lied about why she had to leave the room she felt her
clitoris swell and become itchier, and the itchier it
became the greater was her temptation to lie all the
more to make her clit even harder.  It being the same
girls physical education class as before, she went
directly to the same locker and to her unbelievable
delight, found the same pair of panties hanging on the
hook.  This time, she revelled in such ecstasy that
she didn't notice the time passing and she was still
in the last stall madly frigging herself and sucking
on the crotch of the panties when the noon bell rang.
	Friday all the normally bouncy, blond-haired,
blue-eyed airhead could think about was Mister
Simmons' period four science class and wonder if she'd
have the same urge as the previous two days.  Though
she'd been totally disgusted with herself after each
of the first two times and dreaded the thought of the
approaching class, she'd never felt so sexually
aroused and had never found masturbating so satisfying
as she had that Wednesday and Thursday.  When fourth
class came and went without the slightest urge, she
didn't know whether to be delighted that whatever it
was that had possessed her had ceased, or disappointed
that she wouldn't feel the same high as she had the
previous two days.  She even lied to Molly that noon,
a little white lie about hoping Ben wouldn't be too
angry with her over what she'd done, mentioning it
because she did not want her big prank to be forgotten
too soon, but also to see what would happen if she
lied.  To her mixed delight and dismay, her clitoris
immediately became firm.
	It was then that she got the idea of stealing one of
her classmate's panties in her own physical education
class at the end of the day so she'd have a pair for
the weekend to enjoy, and not just any classmate's,
but one in particular.  That was so hot she could not
help reaching down and clutching her crotch.  As she
looked up, she saw Cory Wilson standing on the corner
smoking with a couple of his friends, his goofy
headband perched at a cocky angle on his head.  He was
staring right at her and smiling, as if he knew how
horny she was feeling.  It was an eerie feeling, but
she figured it had to be mere coincidence, and the
possibility he had anything to do with what was
happening to her was too complex to consider. 
Besides, although she was short, she had a nice curvy
figure, toned, athletic, and compact.  It was not
unusual to catch one or another of the boys stealing
glances at her.  The thought about the panties was a
perverted idea, and for that afternoon right up until
the end of that last period she told herself a person
would have to be sick to do what she'd thought, but
despite her disgust and her resolution not to, as they
headed to the showers after class, she hung back and
slipped the damp, soiled underwear in her backpack.
	Ashley was not the only one to be confused by what
was happening.  Trang had been wondering what was
going on now for some time.  Her obsession to show off
her breasts or her privates had gotten worse with each
day to the point that she was irritable and tense
until she found someone to expose herself to.  It was
always a laugh to see them looking at her nakedness
with their tongues hanging out and knowing just how
badly they wanted her, and a major turn on when she
saw the lust in their eyes or when the cruder of them
made a vulgar comment about what they'd love to do
with her when there was no way in hell that she'd ever
let them.  Then afterward, after the rush, she felt
sick to her stomach and disgusted with herself and
resolved she'd never do it again, only to go through
it all again the next day.
	There were dangers too.  Three weeks ago, the week
they'd returned to school after the Christmas break,
she'd given Goosey Gilles a good look at her butt and
her pussy in Computer 8 class, using Molly's trick of
dropping her pen and bending over and hiking up her
skirt.  He'd told her he wanted to see her at the end
of the school day, and having already taken her aside
after class and informing her what people could see
when she bent over the first time, as if she didn't
know it, and then when she'd done it a second time,
having reprimanded her after class in his usual
sarcastic manner despite the evident desire in his
eyes, she braced herself for another bigoted lecture
and putdown that he was famous for.  Unlike most times
where she felt dirty and perverted afterwards, with
Goosey she felt justified.  He treated kids cruelly,
and he was a pompous, bigoted asshole, pretending to
be so righteous and superior and lusting after her
just like everyone else.  He hated kids and he
deserved to be flashed something that he'd never be
able to have.
	"You wanted to see me, Mister Gilles?" she asked, all
sweet and innocent that Wednesday.
	He got up and walked over to the door and closed it. 
She noticed that he had gained weight since the last
time he'd called her aside for her behaviour.  He
waddled like a goose, one of the reasons for his
nickname, and his added weight made his waddle all the
more evident and ludicrous.  She stifled a laugh.  Had
she noticed he'd locked the door, she would not have
found her situation so funny.
	"I've seen a lot of you," Julius replied
sarcastically as he returned to her, stepping up to
her so they were barely an inch apart.  She took a
step back.  "A lot more than a young girl should be
revealing.  Don't deny it," he said as she opened her
mouth to profess she didn't know what he meant.  He
stepped up to her again and again she stepped back. 
"You know what I'm talking about."  He had backed her
up against the blackboard.  Reaching out and putting a
hand on her thigh, he began to slip his hand up under
her skirt.
	"Mister Gilles!" she protested, grabbing for his
hand.  He had been surprisingly fast and already had
the tips of his fingers on the lower edge of her
cleft.
	"If you send come-on signals, you have to expect a
man to come on."
	"No!  Please, don't!"  She tried to squirm around
him, but he was too fat, and she, like most Asian
girls, was petite.  He easily blocked her.  He raised
her skirt to her waist, and of course with no panties,
totally exposed her lower torso.  His hand cupped her
pussy and he began to rub it with his palm.  Her hairs
were fine and curly, her labia hot.  "A teacher isn't
supposed-."
	He leaned over and kissed her.  It was wet and sloppy
and disgusting.  "A thirteen-year-old girl isn't
supposed to be flaunting herself."  He began to
unbutton her blouse.  Like Molly, she'd stopped
wearing a bra almost two months ago.  She immediately
reached up and tried to stop him, but he only had
three buttons to undo.  He cupped her breasts and
squeezed them. They were not as large as Molly's, but
they were firm and compact.  She did not have much of
a figure actually, but she did have a nice, compact
butt, and beautiful gilded skin.
	"If you don't stop, I'll tell!" she threatened,
trying without success to remove his hands from her
breasts.
	"And I'll tell how you've been flashing your breasts
and what's under your skirt at every male teacher and
half the students in the school.  What do you think
your parents would think of that?  And I'll have
plenty of others who'll support my claim."
	Her parents had immigrated to America from Cambodia
just after she'd been born, and held very traditional
and old-fashioned views about the place of girls and
modesty.  They were also very desperate to fit into
American society and very fearful of breaking the law.
	"I thought so," Julius said smugly as she stopped
struggling.  "Have you ever had sex before?"  She
shook her head, her large, almond eyes almost in
tears.  "Just relax," he said, running his fingertips
over her soft cheeks and leaning in and kissing her
again.
	A virgin!  From the way she'd been behaving, that he
had not expected, and especially since she was a
slant-eyes.  Everyone knew how wanton and precocious
gooks were.  He squeezed and caressed her firm,
compact breasts.  She was a pretty girl, petite and
with long, straight, raven hair like all gooks, and
smooth, exquisitely tinted skin, the colour of
butterscotch.  He groped her young, tender pussy.  It
was growing hotter, and becoming moist.  It didn't
take much to get her race aroused.  Sitting down on
the edge of his desk, he slipped his lips over a
nipple of one of her firm little cantaloupes and
sucked.
	Trang shuddered.  Nobody had ever touched her
breasts, never mind having sucked on them.  Of course
she knew boys were turned on by girls' breasts and did
that, and she'd fantasized about making love to a boy
some day, but what Goosey Gilles was doing was not
erotic, and certainly not romantic, and besides, he
was no boy.  He was old.  As he sucked on her breast
and her sensitive nipple grew hard, it was not out of
arousal but more a result of irritation.  And the way
he was pawing her labia, it was filthy and frightening
and there was nothing she could do about it.
	Julius was not getting turned on either.  Despite the
fact she was a virgin and clearly had been asking for
someone to take her, he was feeling absolutely no
desire, not even as he conjured up all the erotic
thoughts he could about what they were doing and going
to do.  He'd made the decision to finally take what
she'd been offering these past two months as
punishment for her behaviour and to teach her a lesson
since lectures evidently had not worked, but he'd also
made the decision because he genuinely felt she was
offering her body and it was an opportunity to prove
to himself that he was a man.  That was the main
reason for his action.
	Last evening, for the eighth time since and including
the initial accident with Julian, he'd been forced to
rim Bob Moser and the two Spudder boys and eat their
shit, this time straight out of their assholes while
Julian, Anton and Francois blew them.  He knew it was
the eighth time, because each and every incident was
firmly etched in his mind.  As to the number of times
he'd stood by helplessly while they'd fucked his boys,
or they had fucked him or made him felch his boys, he
had lost count.  And then there were Lad and Rocky. 
Sunday while his children were out with friends and
Antoinette had taken an afternoon nap as a result of
her pregnancy, which now at three and a half months
she was clearly showing, he'd enticed the Rottweiler
to screw him, the first time the dog had screwed
anyone since he'd screwed Anthony that afternoon with
Benji, Cory and Anthony.
	"Take my penis out and stroke it."
	Tears finally overflowed her lower eyelid and began
streaming down her cheeks as she fumbled with his
zipper.  She had even more difficulty extracting his
penis out of the openings of his boxers and his
trousers.  She'd had no idea what a boy's thing would
feel like, and had not even thought about it.  It was
gross.  Having no idea what to do, she had to be shown
how to stroke it and she did so reluctantly, the fear
of Goosey telling her parents about her actions the
only thing driving her.
	To Julius's frustration, nothing happened.  He loved
Lad, and just the thought of meeting him in the
clearing at Westbank Park gave him an almost instant
erection, and despite the fact they had only done it
once, even the thought of doing it with Rocky caused
him to begin getting stiff.  Despite the perversity
and stench, he unexplainably loved playing the role of
a toilet and felt a definite rush of arousal when he
fastened his lips to Bob Moser's anus, not disgust. 
And after that first night he'd caught Anton fucking
Francois and had fucked his twelve-year-old son, he'd
snuck into the boys' bedroom three more times, as
recently as last Monday, for a three-way, Anton
fucking Francois and him fucking Anton.  What sort of
man was he to get a raging erection thinking about
being fucked by dogs or eating shit or screwing his
twelve-year-old son, but could not get it up with a
nubile young girl who was stroking his cock and
standing there with her tits and cunt exposed and
available for the taking?
	"Now suck it," he ordered desperately, his voice
harsh with urgency and his feeling of inadequacy.
	Trang dropped to her knees in shock and defeat, the
tears still flowing, and taking his limp sausage, she
slipped her lips over it.  She knew girls sucked boys.
 She'd heard it was a common practice among older
teenagers, a safe alternative to engaging in
intercourse and risking getting pregnant, or catching
AIDS.  It was also filthy and perverted and not
something she'd ever intended on doing to her
boyfriend, whoever and whenever that might be, and
certainly not to her most hated teacher.  Not knowing
there was more to it, she knelt there and sucked on
his filthy sausage and fought back the urge to puke.
	"Now then, let that be a lesson to you," Julius said
sharply as he abruptly drew away.  He tucked his limp,
wet cock back in his trousers.  "Now, be gone with
you, and don't let me ever find you exposing yourself
to me again."
	Trang quickly and gratefully got to her feet and
buttoning up her blouse, hurried from the room and
headed to the girls room to throw up.  What she'd just
been forced to do was the most disgusting thing she
could imagine, but at least he had not forced her to
have intercourse with him.  Now that would have been
totally nauseating.  As she knelt there before the
toilet and puked, the thirteen-year-old girl swore
she'd never expose herself to anyone again.
	Even more frustrated than he'd been half an hour ago,
Julius threw the student papers he had to mark in his
briefcase and headed for his car unaware the student
he'd just assaulted was puking her guts out in the
girls room and not caring where she'd gone or how she
was feeling.  He had his own problems.  His lack of
arousal had to be because she was just a girl,
thirteen, and one of his students besides, and had
been crying through it all on top of it.  A man can't
be expected to get it up when the bitch he plans on
fucking is in tears.  Besides, she was nothing but a
gook, and couldn't even give a proper blow job.
	Those were all good reasons, but he knew deep inside
that there was a bigger reason.  He'd never been
turned on by girls, not even as a horny teenage boy. 
While his high school classmates were drooling over
Playboy centerfolds and popping boners thinking of
fucking cheerleaders, he was drooling over the sight
of naked elementary school age boys in the showers at
the pool and popping boners thinking of fucking his
younger cousins.  He was a closet boylover.  That was
why he'd decided to teach elementary school.  Unable
and unwilling to accept that truth, he turned his
thoughts to other things, to the marking he had to do
that night, to the lessons he had to plan for
tomorrow, and to the fact that in less than two hours
he'd be at Westside Park and hopefully eating Bob
Moser's shit and sucking Lane Spudder's spooge from
his twelve-year-old son's butt.  His cock stirred
excitedly in his trousers with the thought.
	Despite what had happened on Wednesday and her vows,
the next day Trang was back flashing her boobs and
puss, though she did resist the temptation to do so to
Goosey.  There was not a day that went past that she
didn't think about what he'd made her do, especially
as she sat there in his class and he acted like
nothing had ever happened, which made her hate him all
the more.  She knew she should, but she had not warned
Molly about exposing herself to him.  She just could
not bring herself to tell her best friend what had
happened to her.  At first she felt guilty but as the
days passed into weeks and the end of January
approached, she put it aside.
	On Friday as they'd returned to school from the
Seven-Eleven at noon, she'd shown her naked crotch to
Spaz Spatski, causing him to shriek and wave his arms
about like a chimpanzee as he sat there in his
wheelchair, and she was certain she'd given him an
erection from the way his cargo pants suddenly tented
out.  Now that was hilarious, as hilarious as Ashley's
prank on Ben that they'd all laughed about over lunch,
but it was also totally gross.  Just the thought of
the spaz touching her sent a shiver of revulsion up
her spine.  So why had it felt so right while she was
doing it?  That she had no answer to as her skin
turned to gooseflesh and she once again was disgusted
with herself.  Then, as if she didn't have enough to
deal with, after showering after gym, she discovered
her panties were gone!
	Saturday Molly convinced her to go with her and flash
the johns and druggies that frequented the Sixteenth
Street Strip Mall, which consisted of a pawn shop, a
Vietnamese restaurant, a pizza take-out, an adult
video and book store, a thrift shop, a liquor outlet,
and a corner grocery run by an old Chinese couple.  It
was on the main drag and all the prostitutes and drug
pushers hung out there.  She'd been there a few times
with Molly, who for some strange reason really seemed
to like the place, but she found it too scarey even
though it was in the daytime and a handsome but
sleazy-looking young black man whom she'd seen hanging
around the Seven-Eleven near Lincoln Junior High and
whom Molly seemed to know had warned the whores and
pushers not to hassle them.  Even though it was early,
just before four, business was already busy, and it
wasn't inside the stores.
	A boy who looked about her age, maybe even a year
younger, was lounging in front of the adult video
shop.  His dark brown hair was spiked and he was
wearing black lipstick and eyeliner, earrings made of
nails, rings in his lip and right eyebrow, a black
tank top that said "BEAT ME" on the back and that was
ripped to reveal he had a nipple ring, and a studded
dog collar with a chain that fastened to one of the
loops on his black jeans, which had a big rip along
the thigh and were tattered about the crotch, not
enough to see anything but enough to tell that like
she and Molly he was not wearing underwear.  Trang
wondered what sort of parents he had to let him dress
like that and hang out at a place like the Sixteenth
Street Mall.  At first she thought he was an addict,
but as she watched a car drove up and he sauntered
over, very seductively, and after a brief conversation
he got in and the car took off.  He was selling
himself!  That was totally gross.  She had little
cause to judge as a grubby, unshaven man stepped out
of the pawn shop and she and Molly thrust their
breasts out, the top three buttons of their blouses
undone, but at least he was of the opposite sex, and
they weren't planning on doing anything with him.
	Anton had noticed the two thirteen-year-old girls
arrive and take up their position in front of the pawn
shop.  He'd seen the white girl with the big brown
doe-like eyes and pouting mouth there before.  She had
a nice pair of tits, and an even nicer ass that two
months ago would have caused him to pop a boner, but
he was no longer turned on by girls.  It was evident
from their open blouses and the way they were standing
there awkwardly and looking around why they were
there, the same reason he was.  All three of them were
looking for cock.  He had to smile at how obvious the
two girls were.  He had been too at first, until his
sister's lover, Billy, had shown him how to attract
attention just by what he wore and how he stood.  It
had been Billy who had given him the nail earrings for
Christmas, and Billy's friend Juan who had pierced his
lip and eyebrow and given him the rings as a present,
and for giving him a blow job.  Juan had said he did a
better job than his sister, and he was pretty sure the
dude wasn't joking.  Now that was a real blast!  He'd
considered going over and giving them some advice. 
After all, the men they were fishing for were not the
ones that would be interested in him.  However, the
minute the car pulled up and the driver gave him "that
look" he totally forgot about them.
	The guy was wearing a suit and tie with a blue shirt
and had a trim, narrow moustache.  His hair was jet
black, obviously dyed considering he had to be pushing
fifty, and receding along the temples like his dad's. 
He knew his dad was particularly concerned about that,
and he wondered if the man was too.  He probably was
considering he dyed his hair.  Anton wondered if he
was married, and if he had kids, maybe a son around
his age.  He'd found a lot of the men who picked him
up were married with families.  He liked those that
were.  Even though they'd picked him up because they
wanted someone to use, and usually to dominate, they
tended to be less mean than single men, and they often
gave him something extra for his time.  This guy was
not bad looking either, which was a bonus, though what
he was primarily interested in was what was in his
pants, not his looks.
	The man didn't disappoint him there either.  As soon
as they'd gotten in the motel room, Anton's usual,
Room 137 at the nearby Economy Inn, the man had made
him get on his hands and knees and pull down his fly
with his teeth, and sniff his crotch through his open
fly like a dog and mouth his bulge.  Anton had popped
a boner immediately, which the man had noticed and
took great delight in having caused, and he'd made
Anton remove his jeans and T-shirt and he'd observed
how perfect his smooth pubes and little boner were
before making Anton remove his trousers and underwear.
 He'd made him sniff his crotch and his asshole like
he was a dog, and then lick them.  He didn't mind.  It
was all part of being a bottom boy.
	As the man lay there on his back on the bed, he kept
repeating over and over what an awesome job he was
doing and how he'd never had anyone so young do him so
well.  That was good and Anton smiled.  He wanted to
please the man, and besides, the guy was more likely
to overpay.  Being paid at all was of secondary
importance to him, but there was a leather harness and
ball restraint in a picture Cory had shown him last
time he was over to fuck his mother that Cory said
he'd be able to get for him.
	The man had a large, hairy ball sack.  Anton ran his
tongue over it and slipped the man's lower ball in his
mouth and sucked on it.  He mouthed the guy's limp but
swelling cock and slipped his lips over it and sucked
on it.  He held it up by the base and ran his tongue
up the shaft and over the knob.  The guy was clean,
which was an added bonus.  They weren't always.  He
licked slowly, giving the man time to enjoy the
stimulation and giving himself time to delight in the
taste of the man's cock and in the process of turning
him on.  God he loved cock!
	When neither could wait any longer, he slipped the
condom the man had bought from the machine in the
motel office over the man's cock.  The customers he
picked up usually used one, more out of concern for
their health than his.  He wished they didn't,
preferring the feel of raw cock no matter how thin the
condom was, and the sensation of having a man spurt
his semen deep up his rectum, but he understood their
concern.  Laying on his back, he raised his buttocks
and presented his anus to the man who by then was just
as eager to plunge his cock up his rectum as he was to
have it done.  The man could not believe his good
fortune as the doe-eyed boy looked up at him with
those vacant, brown eyes.  From the size of his stiff
dick and his balls the kid had to be on the cusp of
adolescence.  The eyeliner, the nipple rings, the dog
collar and other piercing, the kid was a dream come
true.  Best of all, this kid wasn't doing it to
support a drug habit or a pimp lover or anything.  He
was doing it because he loved cock and he loved being
a bottom.  He could tell.
	The man was right of course.  No matter how often it
happened, Anton found it awesome feeling a man
penetrating him, feeling his cock head stretching open
his anus and his hard, thick cock pushing up into his
rectum.  He pushed out with his abdominal muscles as
the man pushed forward, the two of them grunting and
inhaling deeply with the effort, unabashedly making
the music of sex.  Slowly the man's bulb stretched
open his sphincter and finally it popped inside. 
Anton inhaled deeply as the man sank his thick,
sheathed organ up his asshole, and he closed his eyes
with genuine pleasure as the man began to fuck him. 
It was fucking awesome being a boy.
	At that moment a police car was pulling into the
Sixteenth Street Strip Mall.  "Lord in Heaven, I can't
believe it," Eric O'Malley, the senior officer,
observed.  "I swear they are getting younger and
younger every week."  His partner, Mike Polanski, with
fifteen years on the force himself, two years less
than his partner, just shook his head.  Nothing
surprised him anymore, not even the sight of two
thirteen-year-old hookers plying their trade in broad
daylight at ten after four in the afternoon.  On the
border between the middle and lower class districts,
it was a tough neighbourhood, the reason the two
veteran officers had been assigned the route even
during the daytime.  What was really heartbreaking
about the scene before them was knowing that because
of their age the courts wouldn't do anything more than
give them a scolding and turn them over to their
parents, who were evidently incompetent or their girls
wouldn't be selling their bodies on the street on a
late Saturday afternoon, and maybe have them do a few
hours of community service.  It wasn't worth the
effort and the paperwork to take them in.  "Should we
arrest them?"  Eric was evidently thinking the same as
he was.
	"We could wait until their pimp shows up and arrest
him."  That was barely any better.  Judges didn't much
like men who lived off the avails of thirteen-year-old
hookers, but even so, he'd post bail and be back out
on the street in no time, and meanwhile someone else
would just take his place.
	"Or wait until a john picks them up and arrest the
three of them."  That was the real deterrent,
arresting the men who paid to have sex, especially
with children.  Usually middle or upper class,
businessmen, often married, judges liked them even
less, and their arrest got a lot more publicity than
the arrest of the teenage hookers or their pimps.  It
didn't stop the crime, but it slowed it down for a
while, and did scare away those who might be tempted
for a few minutes of bliss, though how having sex with
little girls clearly barely into their teens was bliss
neither man could understand.  Real men wanted real
women, and above all else, Eric O'Malley and Mike
Polanski were real men.
	"That'd be best, not that even that does much good."
	"You're right."  The men watched as one of the girls,
the white one with the doe eyes and pouting mouth,
bent over as a man came out of the liquor store.  Even
at their distance they could tell she wasn't wearing
any panties.  "What she needs is a damn good spanking
and to be sent to her room without supper, and I don't
mean to watch her personal TV or listen to that
obscene rap music kids are into today."
	"Fat chance of her father doing that."
	"Maybe we should teach the girls a lesson ourselves."
	"Yeah, maybe we should just do that."
	As the police car pulled up in front of them and the
officers got out, Molly's heart skipped a beat.  The
cops didn't usually show up at this time of day, which
was why she'd picked it.  Even though she and Trang
hadn't done anything wrong, she knew from past
experience the cops could make it rough on them.  She
frowned and braced herself.  Trang's heart sank.  She
knew what she and Molly were doing was wrong but she'd
never had to deal with the police before.  If she
showed up at home in a police car, her parents would
be totally devastated.  Her father's silence and the
look of shame in her mother's eyes would be worse
punishment than any punishment other parents might
inflict on their daughters.  Like Molly, she tried to
look innocent.
	"How old are you girls?" Eric asked.
	"Thirteen," replied Molly.  "Is there something wrong
officer?"  She tried to hide her nervousness.  These
were not the same two officers that had warned her
previous times.
	"Thirteen and turning tricks!" snorted Mike in
surprise and disgust.  The girls looked at him
blankly.  "You don't even know what the phrase means,"
he observed in bewilderment and even greater disgust. 
They hadn't heard the phrase before, but they had a
good idea what it meant, and there was no question how
the cop felt about them from the tone of his voice and
the look on his face, like he'd just stepped in dog
doo.  They both felt about as small and just as dirty
as they looked up at the two policemen with shame and
apprehension.
	"Do you know what the phrase `you're under arrest'
means?"
	"What for?" Molly asked, having had this conversation
with another pair of police already. Although she
tried not to look afraid, her heart was pounding
fearfully.
	"Do you know the word solicitation?"  The girls shook
their heads in the negative, which was the truth
though Molly had a good idea what it meant.  "How
about prostitution?"
	"We weren't-."
	"Com'on, we saw the two of you advertising your
charms."
	"But  . . .  we were just having some fun," Molly
objected, using the same defence she'd successfully
used before.
	"You think exposing yourselves is having fun?"
	It sounded perverted when you said it like that.  And
illegal. "But that was all we were doing."
	"That was all?"
	"I mean, we weren't, well, doing what you said we
were doing, prostituting."
	"That's enough of the lies girls.  Get in the car."
	"But-."
	"Now!" Eric said, angrily grabbing Molly by the arm
and half carrying her over to the vehicle.  Having
girls that age selling their bodies was bad enough,
but to lie to police and to show no remorse for their
actions was unthinkable.  His father would have
walloped his backside good for lying to a policeman,
and he would have been penitent.  Kids today had no
discipline, and no morals.
	Actually, the two girls were devastated as the
vehicle pulled out of the strip mall.  Molly was also
surprised.  In the past she'd been given a lecture and
a warning about the dangers of doing what she was
doing, much like Gilles had given Trang the first time
he'd taken her aside, and which the two of them had a
good laugh over, and that was all.  Under arrest! 
What for?  She hadn't offered to have sex for money. 
All she'd done was. . . .  Of course exposing yourself
was illegal.  Funny, she'd never thought of it that
way before.  She'd always thought of people who did
that as being dirty old men who flashed little girls. 
Under arrest!  Wait until her parents found out!  Wait
until her parents found out what she'd been doing.  A
new and stronger wave of shame and remorse washed over
her and her heart sank.  Trang's heart had sunk long
ago.  She just stared down at the floor of the car,
too shocked to even have a full thought.
	To their surprise and bewilderment, the police pulled
into the parking lot of the Economy Inn a few minutes
later.  Anton and his customer were heading to his
car.  Seeing the police, the man whispered to the
preteen to act as if they did not know each other and
to head out of the parking lot and that he'd pick him
up down the street.
	"Now then," explained Eric as they pulled up in front
of the office, straining to control his voice and his
temper over what he perceived to be the girls' lack of
shame and remorse, "today is your lucky day.  We're
going to give you girls a chance.  We can take you
down to the precinct and arrest you for exhibitionism
and call your parents, or we can give you a little
lesson on what your life is going to be like if you
keep exposing yourself to men on the street."  He
wasn't convinced the girls weren't prostituting
themselves, but he knew he had no evidence.  Even if
he did, they'd still only get finger wagging from the
judge and their parents and a few hours of community
service anyway.  The lesson he had in mind would be
far more effective.  "Which will it be?"
	Molly glanced over at Trang.  She looked terrible,
like she was totally spaced out.  There really wasn't
any choice.  Neither knew what the policeman meant by
giving them a little lesson, but anything was
preferable to arrest and their parents finding out. 
Eric knew that would be their choice, and was glad
they'd made it.  It was time those in the front line
did something to restore decency in the streets.
	Thankful his last customer had pulled out of the
parking lot, the desk clerk braced himself for the
expected hassle as he saw the policeman step out of
the car and head to the office.  No matter what crime
happened in the neighbourhood or whom the cops were
looking for, they inevitably ended up checking out the
Economy Inn.  What he did not expect was the request
for a room.  "For Riverside's finest, nothing but the
finest," he said with a smile.  "Room 137.  And no
charge of course."  As he watched the officer head out
the door, he hoped the previous occupants hadn't left
a wet spot on the sheets.
	Eric glanced about the room critically.  It was a
simple room, a bed, a small night table with a lamp,
two stiff-backed wooden chairs, a small, round table
with wobbly legs, and a closet-sized bathroom.  There
were no phone and no television, but people who rented
a room at the Economy Inn weren't there long enough to
need a phone and usually brought their own
entertainment.  At least it had a smoke detector and a
water sprinkler though he doubted if either worked,
and it was clean enough though it smelled faintly of
semen.  The top sheet on the bed was wrinkled and it
felt warm, as if someone had been lying on it
recently.  
	"Did you see the kid with the piercing as we pulled
up?" Mike asked.
	"Yeah.  And his john."
	"Now that's really sick, a man and a young boy like
that.  Makes a decent man want to puke."
	"Tell me!  If I had my way I'd round up every pedo
and faggot in the country and castrate the works and
then hang the bunch of them up by their peckers and
whip the shit out of them.  And when I was done with
them I'd run them out of the country along with every
nigger, spic and gook in the land," he observed,
looking over at Trang.  "If I was running this
country, I'd clean it up good."
	"You and me both," agreed Mike.  The two men had had
plenty of conversations on how to fix the nation as
they'd cruised the streets.  "Run all the pervs out of
the country and return it to the white race and the
righteous as our forefathers intended."
	"But enough politics, for now let's get on with
teaching these two kiddie hookers a lesson," Eric
replied.  "Since you like showing off your stuff,
strip for us."  The two girls glanced at each other. 
"Bitches!" he snapped, "you agreed to this, now get on
with it!"
	They had no idea exactly what they'd agreed to, but
they knew from his tone it would be useless to argue. 
They slowly began to unbutton the remaining buttons on
their blouses.  They knew they didn't have a choice,
and no matter what they were going to be made to do,
it would still be better than their parents finding
out what they had been doing.  Besides, as they
slipped their blouses off their shoulders and saw the
smoldering lust in the eyes of the two men, they knew
they'd made the right decision.  Exposing themselves
to the two policemen was as exciting and arousing as
flashing their breasts and naked crotches at total
strangers.  Actually, it was better.  Unlike most of
the dregs they'd exposed themselves to, the two cops
were strong and muscular, and not that bad looking for
older men.  With his red hair, green eyes, and square
chin, Eric had to have been handsome as a teenager, as
had to have been Mike with his white-blond hair and
blue eyes.  Both had been athletes in their youth and
were now over two hundred pounds and all muscle.  Eric
had won several weight lifting trophies locally and
regionally, and Mike was an accomplished triathlete
with trophies of his own.  Unlike those they'd been
exposing themselves to, these were real men.  That was
evident from the looks of desire in the eyes of the
two men as the girls pushed down their skirts and
stepped out of them and stood there buck naked in the
middle of the room in front of them.  They might be
cops, but they were men first.
	If the two girls had any doubt about that, there was
no question as the two policemen dropped their pants
and boxers.  Having seen men's privates before, it was
no new experience for Molly, but even so she glanced
away with embarrassment.  She was only thirteen after
all.  As for Trang, she stared fixedly at the floor
unable to believe this was really happening.  First
Goosey Gilles, and now two policemen!  Removing his
boots and stepping out of his boxers and trousers,
Eric sat down on one of the stiff-backed wooden chairs
and motioned for Molly to come over to him.  Thinking
he was expecting her to blow him as Elijah sometimes
had her do, she was about to drop to her knees when he
suddenly grabbed her and threw her across his lap. 
"Now this is what I would do if I caught my daughter
doing what you were doing," he said, smacking her bare
backside.  She jerked and yelped with the sudden and
unexpected pain.
	Mike quickly pulled off his boots and stepped out of
his boxers and trousers too, and pulling out the other
chair and sitting on it, he motioned for Trang to
assume the same position as Molly.  She stepped
forward hesitantly, eyes still shamefully on the
floor.  Her father had never laid a hand on her.  That
was not their way.  Of course standing naked before a
man naked from his waist down was not their way
either.  Growing impatient, Mike threw her across his
lap as Eric had done Molly.  The man's thighs were
hairy and they tickled her flat stomach and her
budding breasts.  He raised his hand and slapped her
naked backside hard.  She bit her lower lip to stop
from crying out as her backside stung with the first
slap.  The second was even worse, and the third worse
still.
	The two men did not hold back as they spanked the two
girls, venting their anger with a corrupt world on the
two teenagers.  Each slap was as much a punishment for
Molly and Trang as it was punishment for every teenage
hooker they'd ever picked up.  The more the girls
squirmed the harder they smacked, and the harder they
smacked the more the girls squirmed and the angrier
the two men got.  By the time they were done their
palms were stinging as if they had been slapping
nettle, and the backsides of the two girls were bright
red and throbbing with pain as if they had been
skinned.  To the surprise of the two men, Eric and
Mike discovered they had become erect.  Taking the two
condoms he'd purchased from the machine in the motel
lobby out of his shirt pocket and tossing one to Mike,
Eric handed the other to Molly and told her to put it
on him.  Neither girl having ever used one before and
embarrassed being forced to not just look at but to
handle the stiff cocks of the two men, they awkwardly
and self-consciously unrolled the two safes while the
two men commented on the ignorance of teenage hookers
and members of the coloured races.
	"Now, get over on that bed and spread your legs
bitch," Eric ordered.  "If you haven't been selling
your body, which I doubt very much that you haven't,
then it's high time you found out just what's going to
happen to you if you keep exposing yourself to men." 
Dejectedly and reluctantly walking over to the bed,
Molly grimaced with pain as her tenderized backside
touched the rough sheet.  Trang's legs almost gave out
as she walked over to join Molly.  The two men
couldn't possibly be going to do what she was
thinking.  They were policemen.
	 Crawling onto the bed and roughly spreading apart
her legs further, Eric knelt between them, and leaning
forward, he began rubbing the tip of his stiff cock
against the lips of her pussy.  Molly tensed in
anticipation of what he was going to do next.  Mike
again copied his senior partner.  Despite the rough
treatment, or perhaps because of it, it was not long
before both girls were dripping with cunt juice and
had coated the sheathed dickheads of the two
policemen.  As Eric pressed forward, Molly
instinctively pushed out.  His cock was about as thick
as Eli's, and like Eric, Eli also had his own pleasure
foremost in mind, not hers.
	"Christ girl, you are tight," observed Mike as he
struggled to get his cock, which was as long and as
thick as Eric's, in Trang's young cunt.
	"Please, please don't," she pleaded.  "I've never
done this."
	"You telling me you're a virgin?"
	"Yes."
	"Fuck!"
	"You did get the lucky draw," observed Eric.  "Now if
I'd have been a betting man, I'd have bet the gook
here was the experienced one."  He looked down at
Molly.  "You're no virgin, are you girl," he said,
making a statement, not a question.  She shook her
head.  "Thought not, slut."
	"Well, after today, you're not going to be either,"
Mike observed as he suddenly lunged forward.  Trang
cried out with the sharp pain as his stiff cock broke
through her maidenhead and plunged up her cunt.  These
young teenage whores had to be taught a lesson, and he
knew from his years on the beat that the only language
they understood was to be slapped around.  The
mollycoddling and pampering by their parents and the
courts did fuck all to keep them off the street.  Rape
them a few times and then see how eager they were to
peddle their asses.
	Eric of course felt the same way.  He'd seen how
these whores were treated by their pimps and yet
always returned to them the moment they were let out
of jail.  They liked pain.  Well, he'd endured a lot
of pain himself, in his stint as a soldier in
Afghanistan, and as a cop on the beat.  If it was pain
they wanted, he was the man who could give it to them.
 As he thrust his hips to and fro, driving his hard,
aching cock in and out of the teenage bitch under him,
he was fucking every whore he'd ever arrested and the
courts let back out on the street.  Let her find out
what it was like to have real sex from a real man and
then see how eager she'd be back out on the street
with the faggots and addicts and fat johns.
	Molly inhaled deeply and her eyes teared with the
pain of his brutal attack and the humiliation of being
raped, and the embarrassment of being raped beside her
best friend who was suffering the same indignity. 
She'd been handled roughly by Eli and treated like
dirt by him, but that was nothing compared to what she
was going through at that moment.  Unlike with Eli,
this had nothing to do with sex or pleasure on
anybody's part, his or hers.  It was power and
control.  She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth,
knowing from past experience that at least the
indignity and pain would not last long.
	It was a lot worse for Trang.  Like all early teen
girls she'd fantasized about falling in love and
giving herself to her boyfriend as an expression of
her love for him.  That would never happen now.  The
brute of a cop had taken her virginity and destroyed
that dream.  That hurt more than the pain of having
her legs spread apart as if she was on some medieval
rack, and the pain throbbing through her stretched and
abused and no longer virgin pussy.  Nothing could be
worse. She was being forced to have intercourse with a
total stranger, in a strange hotel room beside her
best friend, who was suffering the same indignities as
she was.  As they lay there side by side on the bed,
legs spread and raised while the two cops brutally
raped them, Molly and Trang wondered how they'd ended
up like this.
	Ashley was wondering the same thing at that very
moment as she lay in her bed, naked from the waist
down and her legs spread also.  She had purposefully
lied to her mother several times that afternoon,
little white lies, about not feeling well, about how
boys were always staring at her lewdly, one boy in
particular who was a real looser, each little lie
causing her clit to double in size and itchiness. 
Then she'd gone to her room, saying she had a lot of
homework to do, and pushing down her jeans and her
panties, she began to play with herself while sucking
on the crotch of Trang's soiled panties.  The sharp
pangs of pleasure as she touched her swollen, aching
clit were rivalled by the pleasure of the unique scent
of Trang's Asian sweat and sweet pussy.  
	In period six on Monday, to Ben's mortification, he
had to apologize to Ashley for stealing her panties in
front of the entire social studies class, and even Mrs
Pakorny could not stop the snickering of the boys and
the giggling of the girls.  Had he not been suspended
for three days, he'd have been a prime suspect for the
other missing underwear Thursday and Friday.  As it
was, he was accused of having started a trend in the
school.  After years of having been totally ignored by
his classmates and in his mediocrity even his
teachers, his new notoriety was pleasant in a sense,
and made up for having been falsely accused.
	"You got any plans for after school?" asked Cory as
they headed out of the building at the end of the day.
	"Me?" Ben asked.  "I mean, no, I don't.  Nothing."
	"You wanna come over to my place?  I got some great
new vids I think you'll really like."
	"I'd have to ask."  Knowing how his parents felt
about Cory, that could be a problem, but he wanted to
be friends with Cory bad enough he was sure he'd find
a way.
	"Kay."  Cory smiled.  He'd start with the one Billy
had taken of Molly and Trang flashing themselves at
the Sixteenth Street mall a couple weeks ago, and then
show him the one of Ashley taken by the hidden
washroom cam last Friday while he was suspended, and
maybe conclude with one of Billy's gay videos Billy
had downloaded from the Internet and see what he
thought about guy-guy messing around.

********

Thanks to Ben for suggesting the character of Ashley
Rowland and the incident between her and Ben and the
consequence, and to Billy for suggesting a rape scene.
 What else would you like to see happen?  What further
fun and havoc can Cory create with his growing
awareness of the power of his great-grandfather's
headband?  Have you ever had someone you hated and
wanted to get even with?  Email me your idea and I'll
write it as part of this story and if you wish add you
as one of the characters.  Anything goes, the hotter
and more perverted the better, except I don't write
snuff and torture of kids and anything involving
player characters would need their collaboration.  Non
player characters available for your amusement and
abuse include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, Father Henry, Calvin
Cosher and his daughter Stacey, the WCHS gang, the 14
RGAB soccer players and their families, and now Eric
O'Malley and Mike Polanski.  Player characters created
by readers so far are Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob,
Billy Dean, Ben Hanson, Jacob Schuller and Benji
Gilles with a supporting cast of Jonah, Lane and
Spence, Nicole Halder, Molly and Trang, Nick Dawson,
Elijah Dean, and now Ashley Rowland and of course Lad,
Rocky, Shep, Dobe and the star of the series, Cory
Wilson. 


	

	
		
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