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Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 02:10:01 -0500
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TEACHER - PART FORTY

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	"Goddamn fucking racist pigs!" Billy cursed, his face
dark with anger and his eyes flashing.  "You heard
what those bastards said?"
	"Yeah."  Cory wasn't exactly sure what Billy was
referring to but he figured he probably meant the two
cops calling blacks niggers and talking about running
them out of the country.  They'd said a lot of nasty
things actually.
	"And you saw what they did to your two friends?"
	"Well, they're not exactly friends of mine."
	"But you saw what they did!"
	"Yeah."
	"Well, doesn't that fucking piss you off?"
	"Yeah, I guess."  Making Molly and Trang do
embarrassing, humiliating things like flashing their
teachers and skanky old men was one thing, but raping
them was something quite different, and nothing he'd
expected to happen.  When Billy had swung by the
Seven-Eleven at noon Wednesday to sell drugs and
peddle some porn, Billy had given him the two tapes
he'd mentioned Sunday.  Watching Anton and the john in
Room 137 when he'd gotten home from visiting
Antoinette and his baby that night had been totally
unexpected and totally wicked.
	That had been his second big surprise Wednesday.  His
first was to find Dominic, naked as a jay, sitting at
the Gilles's kitchen table when he'd gone over to
check on how his baby was doing and to have a quick
fuck.
	"This is Dominic," Antoinette had introduced.
	"Ah, yeah, we know each other," Cory had said.
	"Oh?"
	"Yeah, we go to school together."
	"Oh, of course."
	"What are you doing here?"
	"I'm staying here with Mister and Mrs Gilles for a
while."
	"Oh?
	"Yeah.  My, ah, dad, ah, thinks it's best," Dominic
had said awkwardly.
	"Why don't I leave the two of you alone to visit for
a while," Antoinette had offered, sensing the
awkwardness between them.
	Cory also sensed the hesitancy in her voice.  She
always looked forward to seeing him, and having a roll
in bed, and he'd been looking forward to having a
piece himself.  "We can visit after we, ah,
afterward," he had suggested.
	"That's wonderful.  I've made a fresh peach pie the
two of you can have."
	It was sort of weird following her to the master
bedroom and stripping down and fucking her, at least
for the first few minutes.  After that the pleasure of
a hot, sweaty fuck took over.
	"So you've been here since Monday night," Cory
observed as he helped himself to a second piece of
peach pie.  He had, after all, just had two pieces of
tail and had worked up an appetite, and he was a
growing thirteen-year-old boy.  Antoinette had left
the two of them alone and had gone to take a shower. 
Dominic had explained over the first piece of pie that
Monday after school when he'd been called to the
principal's office, it was because his father had
dropped by the school that afternoon with his things
and had a meeting with Julius Gilles.  Cory couldn't
believe the son of a bitch hadn't even had the balls
to talk to his son earlier about his plan, though he
didn't share his thought about the bastard with
Dominic.  He did have to smile as tried to imagine the
conversation with Goosey.  Goosey would have been
flattered the Area Superintendent of Schools wanted
him to look after his son for a while, and he would
have been flattering and sucking Halder's ass big
time.  At the same time, he had to have been sweating
bullets.  The Area Superintendent's son was going to
find out he and his family went about buck naked and
that he slept with his oldest boy, and maybe a lot of
other things about his family that he wouldn't want
his supervisor and boss to know about! 
	"Yeah.  I was going to tell you Tuesday, and today,
but didn't get a chance," Dominic said.  That was
true.  Cory had been busy talking to Ben and putting
his plan into place on Tuesday, and talking to Billy
at noon Wednesday about Billy's weekend plans, and
what had happened with Dominic you couldn't catch up
on just between classes.  Dominic stared down at his
empty plate.  He'd certainly been eating well at the
Gilles's, and things had been very interesting.  He
looked up at Cory and hesitantly asked, "So, you and
Mrs Gilles are, you know, you're, doing it?"  Having
gone to her bedroom and having spent the next hour
there, and having come out stark naked and smelling
like sex, it had been rather evident.
	"Yeah," Cory admitted with a grin.  Coming out of the
bedroom all sweaty and flushed, it had to have been
obvious what they had been doing, especially with his
cock still half erect and Antoinette's cunt still
partially swollen and wet. It was sort of weird
sharing with your buddy and classmate that you were
screwing your teacher's wife.
	"She's, ah, you know, pregnant."
	"I sure do," Cory replied with an even wider grin.
	"Yours?" Dominic asked, his eyes growing wide.
	"Sure is."
	"Holy fuck!"
	It was wicked hearing innocent little Dominic swear
like that.  Well, he wasn't so innocent any more,
thanks to Cory.  It was even weirder sharing the
secret that their teacher's wife was having his child.
	Anyway, that had been the first big surprise
Wednesday.  Watching Molly and Trang being brutally
raped by the two cops had been the second, both the
rape and that it was by cops, but from the way the two
girls walked around with their noses in the air
thinking they were so much better than everyone else
and from the way they treated Ben and some of the
others at the school, Cory wasn't exactly totally
sorry for them either.
	"Return the country to the white race all right! 
Clean the country up good!  Well I'm going to do some
cleaning up myself, and use those two bastards as
mops."
	"What are you going to do?" Cory asked.  He'd never
seen Billy so mad and that was frightening.  He knew
Billy had connections and associated with some pretty
unsavoury and rough criminals and gang members.
	"I dunno yet, but I'll think of something to fix
those white bastards.  Maybe turn them into human
toilets for my Momma's house," he said, thinking of
the tapes of Bob Moser and the Spudder's feeding
Goosey Gilles, "or maybe I'll castrate them.  We'll
see how macho they are when I'm done."  Billy scowled
as he thought of the possibilities.  "But, hey, that's
not what I wanted to talk to you about, my man.  Have
you thought about what I mentioned yesterday, about
coming over to Juan's aunt's place with us tomorrow
night?"
	"Yeah, I can.  But I don't understand why you want me
along."
	"Well, its going to be a special occasion, and you're
the one responsible for introducing me to my main
squeeze, you know.  I'd like you to be there, man. 
Besides, you got a way of persuading people, of making
them do things they don't want to do, and I could use
the backup just in case," Billy replied.  He didn't
know exactly how Cory did what he did, but he
recognized things happened when the boy was around,
and he was not going to look a gift horse in the
mouth.  If he had ignored the boy's improbable claim
he had made a hot porno video back in October he
wouldn't have met Annette, and he wouldn't be raking
in the cash he was at the moment.  They were making
good money on porn films, better than he'd ever made
and many of them the result directly or indirectly of
the thirteen-year-old.
	"Well, sure I'll come, if I can help you," Cory
agreed with a shrug.  He took a deep drag on his
cigarette.  Billy had done a lot to help him, setting
up the hidden cams at the Gilles's, the school, his
home, splitting the money from the videos they were
making, a lot of things.
	"Cool.  I'll pick you up after school tomorrow."
	As Cory had expected, he'd had no trouble getting
permission to go out the following night, and he
hadn't had to even use his headband to influence his
parents.  They had been in an exceptionally good mood
all week, and he suspected it had something to do with
the Wilson twins.  They were mature, polite, eager to
learn and exceptionally bright and yet humble and
down-to-earth, the type of teens adults loved.  That
was fine with him.  Anything that made his parents
happy made him happy.  It had also helped that he
hadn't gotten into any sort of mischief all week-well,
except for a couple little phone calls to Jonah and
Terry and one to Bob Moser for help to set something
up at Westbank Park but that wasn't going to happen
until the coming Sunday and his parents hopefully
would never know anything about it anyway.  And there
was the little white lie about going over to Dominic's
for the weekend instead of the truth that he was going
with Billy, but it wasn't a total lie as he was going
to be spending Saturday night with Dominic, though not
at Dominic's home nor at his temporary home with the
Gilles's.  Besides, having gotten an A in his history
project, thanks a lot to Ben, who after Tuesday night
couldn't do enough for him, he deserved to have a
couple tiny lies, and to have a bit of fun.
	So, Billy picked him up after school Friday and drove
over to the Gladys Harper Private School for Girls to
pick up Annette, and then across the city to Canal
Street in the middle of the part of Riverside
unofficially called the Latin District as that was
where most of the immigrants from Mexico and the
Carribean lived.  It wasn't a poor or lower class
district like Baldwin Park over between Sixteenth
Street and the Industrial Park, but it wasn't anything
like Eaglemont where Annette lived, or even Briarwood
where Cory and his friends lived.  The homes and yards
were smaller and there were a lot of duplexes and
fourplexes and the houses all looked much the same,
white and sort of plain.
	Inside was totally different.  Cory had never seen
such a crash of colour, gaudy and tacky in Annette's
biassed eyes but wild and crazy in Cory's.  Bright
woven tapestries depicting jungle and seascape and
rural village scenes were hung on the walls and
brightly coloured and intricately woven blankets
covered the sofas and chairs, all of which were large
and stuffed and inviting.  Hanging from any wall space
not covered and cluttering the shelves, end tables,
and cabinets were family pictures and nicknacks of
every imaginable shape and design.  The room was
filled with people dressed just as colourfully as the
rest of the house looked.  He had never seen so many
people milling about in one room and spilling into the
hallways and adjacent rooms, people of all sorts of
shapes and sizes, well over half being young teenagers
or children.
	Somehow in the crowd Billy's friend Juan spotted them
and came over and greeted them, giving Billy a big hug
and Annette a big kiss, on the lips.  A round of
introductions followed with warm hugs and kisses all
around, Juan's aunt and uncle whose house they were
visiting, his grandparents who were living with them,
his mother and father who lived down the street, his
eight brothers and sisters who ranged in age from four
to twenty-eight, and several more aunts and uncles. 
Interspersed with Juan's introductions Billy
introduced his family, his three sisters and two
brothers, a favourite aunt and uncle, Emma and Elijah
Dean, his grandmother, and his mother, Callie Dean, a
short, tiny woman, five-foot-four and a hundred and
twenty-pounds, at least half of that being tits and
ass.  Cory had never seen such boobs, daringly exposed
in a tight red dress with a wide and low-cut neckline.
 Ben would so totally cream his underwear just seeing
her!  Evidently the Dean and Carlos families had known
each other for a long time, Billy's family originally
from Trinidad and living beside Juan's parents.  Cory
and Annette stood out as the only two Caucasians
there.
	"And these, are three very special people," said
Billy, beaming at three little children, a little
black boy just under two years of age and two girls,
one just over a year and the other a little black baby
four months old, "Juan's daughter Juanita, and my son
and daughter, Luther and Lucy."
	Annette stared at the three children.  These were the
children of the two men who had been having sex with
her?
	"Here, would you like to hold her?" asked Billy's
sister, handing Annette Lucy.
	"Aw, look at her smile, she likes you!"
	"Dat girl know her poppa's main squeeze," said
Elijah, slapping his nephew on the back.
	"Come, come, you must have something to eat," Juan's
mother said, ushering Annette and Cory toward a huge
table stacked high with food of all sorts.  "After
all, you are eating for two now," she said with a
bright grin.  God, she knew!  How many of them knew? 
Annette wanted to crawl under the table.  "And you are
a growing boy," she said, pinching Cory's cheek, "and
a very enterprising one, Billy tells us."  Cory
wondered just what Billy had told them.
	For the next hour they visited and munched on
appetizers, crisp, golden-brown, finger-thin cheese
corn sticks called surullitos, something called
ostiones which Cory was told were mangrove oysters,
and mofongo, half ripe plantain mashed with pork
cracklings and garlic and served on thin slices of
bread.  While the men and women drank pitchers of beer
or rum drinks, the children had pop or a coconut and
lime punch.  Cory and Annette quickly discovered like
most Latino people, Juan's and Billy's families were
very friendly, outgoing, and family oriented and they
were immediately made to feel like one of the family. 
Well, Cory anyway.  Annette was having great
difficulty being the only white person other than Cory
in a room filled with niggers and spics.  She was also
discovering much to her discomfort that their family
attitudes were quite different and more open than was
the case with her family and friends.
	"So, you are having Billy's baby," gushed one of the
teenage girls around sixteen, one of Billy's sisters
Annette figured.
	"Ah, yes," she said shyly, her cheeks turning a
bright red.
	"Look how she blushes!  A charming mother to be,"
giggled one of the girls on Juan's side.
	"No wonder Juan and Billy are so enamoured with you."
	"You are very pretty.  And such lovely hair,"
observed one, reaching up and stroking Annette's long,
curly red hair.  She instinctively pulled away. 
People did not touch each other, and especially not
white and coloured people.
	"You are so lucky to be having Billy's baby," said
another, a Latino girl who had to be no older than
fourteen herself.  "I wish I was."
	"You do?"
	"Oh yes, it would be such an honour to have his
child.  He is so sexy."  The other girls all giggled.
	"It would be an honour to be so loved by any man as
to bear his child," said another girl who looked of
the same age.  A cousin perhaps.  They all looked
alike to Annette, and there were too many to remember
by name.
	"Indeed," said one of Juan's aunts, overhearing the
conversation as she filled her plate with appetizers a
second time, "and having a baby at such a young age is
a privilege and a blessing from God."  They all nodded
and voiced their agreement, and the women who had not
already done so congratulated her on her pregnancy.
	"And you are so lucky to have not just one lover, but
two boyfriends such as Juan and Billy," observed
another of the aunts.
	"Yes, two wonderful, fine boys."
	"And so handsome."
	"And so virile," said the grandmother with a twinkle
in her eyes and they all laughed.
	Annette blushed again a bright red, causing more
laughter.  Though it was all good natured and
friendly, she found the comments and the attention
most discomforting and embarrassing.  "Juan and Billy
already have other children," she observed hesitantly,
looking down at Juanita who was presently sitting in
her lap and playing with the necklace Juan had given
her.
	"Oh yes, Luther, Lucy, and Juanita."
	"Their wives are not here?"
	The girls and women about her suddenly fell silent
and looked grim.  "Their wife," said one of the older
girls.  "The mother of their children passed away in
November, only a month after Lucy was born."
	"November twenty-second, God rest her soul," said one
of the aunts, making the sign of the cross.
	"A car accident."
	"I'm sorry.  I didn't know."
	"Ah, but they have found you," said Juan's
grandmother.  "God knows that boys with such spirit
and so full of love should not be alone for long."
	"And unfortunately, you were already taken," observed
Billy as he joined them, causing the grandmother to
laugh and shush him, but clearly pleased by his
flattery.  "Can I drag Annette away for a few
minutes?"
	"Only if you promise to bring her back.  She is such
a sweet young t'ing," his aunt Emma observed.  Uncle
Elijah evidently thought the same from the way he had
been eying her, and she did not like the looks he had
been giving her at all.
	Annette followed Billy upstairs to one of the
bedrooms where she found Juan and Cory.  "So what do
you think of our families?" asked Billy.
	"They're  . . .  very friendly," Annette replied
honestly.  "And open."  What else can a person say to
such a blunt and personal question.
	"Do you like them?"
	"Yes  . . .  certainly."  That question was even more
impolite.  You just don't ask people such personal
things.  She tried to sound sincere but years of
prejudice were not easily overcome, even with people
of such friendliness.
	"I know they are different," Billy said, sensing she
was not being totally truthful and glancing at Cory
for confirmation, "but you will grow to like them, as
Lucille did."
	"Lucille?"
	"My first wife."
	"Oh.  Yes.  I heard, tonight.  I'm so sorry about the
accident."
	"Well, like they say, the Lord giveth, and the Lord
taketh away.  And in this case, giveth again.  Her
skin was as soft and pale as yours."  Billy looked at
her with such a sense of sadness and of love as he
gently stroked her cheek that she could not help but
feel it.  At times he could be so gentle and caring. 
"And the children?  How do you feel about them?"
	"They're, very, lovable," she replied.  Talking about
Billy's dead wife and knowing she was a white girl
like herself was most disturbing, and she was not all
that comfortable with the surprise he already had
children before theirs.  "Charming actually."  The
description just seemed to pop into her head.  It fit.
 They were beautiful children, and seemed very well
behaved.  Theirs, hers and Billy's, would be too.
	"I'm glad.  I think you'll be a wonderful stepmother
to them."
	"Stepmother?"
	"I'd want them to come live with us after we're
married."
	"Married?"
	"Of course.  I don't want our child to be born a
bastard."  Annette didn't know what to say.  "You do
want to get married, don't you?"
	"Yes, of course," she replied honestly.  She had
thought of that the moment she'd found out she was
pregnant, but from his behaviour and attitude she had
assumed that he would not. Besides, she was only
fourteen, and he was black and she was white.
	"And raise our children?" he asked, glancing at Juan
and then returning his gaze to study her.  Cory was
staring at her too, with that blank sort of stunned
look he often had.
	"Your children?"  This was too much.
	"Yes, our three children have grown up together. 
Aunt Rosa and Uncle Rafael have been very good looking
after them since Lucille died, but they have their own
children, and two grandchildren.  Juanita, Lucy and
Luther need a stable home environment with a mother
and fathers who they can call their own," replied
Juan.
	"That isn't a problem, is it?"
	"Ah, no, no, not at all."  Had Juan said fathers?
	"Good.  Then we can announce our marriage after
supper."
	"Ah, yes, sure."  Getting married was only right and
proper when a girl got pregnant.  And little children
did need parents to look after them when they were
little.
	Billy gave her a warm kiss and a long hug.  "Juan,
why don't you take our wife back down to join the
others.  I need a word with Cory."
	"Yeah, sure," Juan said, extending his hand to
Annette.  As she rose he gave her a long, passionate
kiss and a hug also, and a squeeze on the buttocks. 
"I'm so glad you've agreed to marry us."
	Cory watched them leave, as surprised and as confused
as Annette, and as stunned too, not from the marriage
proposal and mention of the stepchildren as in her
case, but from the effort it had taken to probe her
mind.  "So what do you figure?" Billy asked once they
were out of sight.  "You can sense what people are
thinking.  Does she like Juan's family and mine?"
	"Not really," Cory said truthfully.  "The Gilles's
aren't exactly the welcoming type when it comes to
people who are not white like them."
	"I've sort of noticed that," Billy said with a grin,
"but that prejudice can be overcome can't it, at least
in Annette's case?  You know them better than I."
	"Oh yeah, it can," Cory observed, and then silently
to himself, "if not by natural means, then I think I
can use the headband to bring her around."
	"And the children.  What do you think she thinks of
them?"
	"She's quite surprised, but I think she likes them." 
The second half wasn't true.  He'd sensed a real sense
of repugnance.  Turning that around would probably not
be that difficult though.  She was having a child
herself after all, and he did get thoughts of liking
children.
	"And marriage?  Is she really agreeable to the idea?"
	How she could marry two men at the same time Cory
didn't understand, but why not?  She was screwing
around with both of them.  "I think so."  Marriage
yes, though not because of love.  To the two of them,
there she was as confused as Cory was.
	"Anything you can do to help convince her I'd
appreciate, both Juan and I.  Maybe you can talk to
her.  You can be very persuasive."	
	Before more could be said Juan's aunt and uncle
called them to supper.  They sat down to a lavish meal
like Cory and Annette had never had before, beginning
with bacalaitos, fritters of mashed, spicy salt fish,
followed by Sopa de Gandules, a lumpy green pigeon pea
soup, which Cory thought was made from pigeons when he
was told the English translation and was relieved to
hear pigeon was the type of pea and the soup was
actually made of tomato, green pepper, pumpkin, pigeon
peas, and diced ham.  Following the soup was something
they called piononos, crusty, deep-fried golden-brown
plantain rings with spiced ground beef fillings loaded
with onions, green pepper, olives, garlic, and
chillies and arranged around a mound of red beans on
top of rice and served with beer.  The main course was
asopao, a chicken and rice stew made of rice,
tomatoes, peas, green olives, Parmesan cheese, strips
of chicken, and strips of red pimiento, and for desert
slices of pineapple and rich almond and raison butter
tarts made with cane sugar.
	Throughout the meal the family laughed and joked and
included Annette and Cory in their conversation.  And
throughout it all, Cory did his best in all the noise
and talking, to do a bit of scanning, and a bit of
pinging.  It was not easy.  Annette was in a total
state of confusion and shock, bordering on hysteria,
and he was constantly being handed food and bombarded
with questions about how he had come to know Billy.
	"A toast t' our host and hostess fo a most wonderful
meal," proposed Elijah as he struggled to his feet,
hindered by his weight and a few too many beers.  They
all readily raised their glasses and complemented the
hosts on the great food and their hospitality.
	"This has been a most fitting meal and fitting
company for my announcement," said Billy as he rose
and had Annette stand with him.  "As you all know,
Annette is having my baby."  Cheers and
congratulations were again extended, to him and to
her.  "Well, earlier this evening, just before we sat
down to eat actually, I proposed to her, and she
accepted-."  His speech was cut off by cheering and
clapping and the raising of drinks.  Taking a box out
of his pocket, he opened it up and showed everyone a
very large, and very expensive engagement ring.  It
took several minutes for everyone to quieten down
again.  "And not only that, she has agreed to become
the stepmother of my two children."  Again drinks were
raised and the couple congratulated.
	"And I too have an announcement," remarked Juan as he
stood and glanced at Billy with a broad smile. 
"Annette has also agreed to become a stepmother to
Juanita and to be my wife," he said, producing a
matching ring and slipping it on her finger next to
the first.
	There followed another round of cheers and
congratulations requiring them to refill their
glasses.  "And one more toast," said Billy, still
standing with his arm about Juan's shoulders.  "To the
man who introduced me to my wife-to-be, and who has
come be a profitable business partner, and I hope he
will agree, a good friend, Cory Wilson."
	Cory looked at Billy in surprise as once again
glasses clinked and everyone clapped and cheered.  As
the men retired to the living room to congratulate the
two bridegrooms and offer them husbandly advice over
another round of drinks, the women congregated in the
kitchen to do the dishes, and to provide advice and
congratulations to the bride.
	"You are a very, very lucky young woman indeed," said
Grandmother Carlos.  "And to have a child already,"
she observed, shaking her head in disbelief.  "I was
your age when I had my first child you know," she
beamed.  "And was blessed with thirteen more."
	Fourteen children.  Annette shuddered with the
thought.
	"You will not be disappointed," observed Rosa. 
"Inside that rough exterior, Billy and Juan are both
good boys.  You will find nobody more dedicated to
family than they are."
	Yeah, right.  He was married and had a child and
another well on the way when he'd begun jumping her. 
How much of a family man was that?  Of course Annette
could not say that as much as she wanted to and just
sat there and smiled.  Cory, who had situated himself
as near the kitchen as he could to hear but still be
with the men, had managed to read her sceptical and
sarcastic thought despite the noise, and he could ask
the question, deciding to direct it to Mamma Dean.
	"Of course, we must not confuse a man's love and
loyalty to his wife and family with his basic needs
and instinct to fulfill his duties as a man," she
said, the possibility Annette might not understand how
a married man can get another woman pregnant popping
into her mind for some reason.
	"Ah, yes, my man had many children by many women, but
only one wife," observed Grandmother Dean.
	"You cannot expect a virile young buck to be
satisfied with just one woman."
	"Though you can certainly try," said one of the aunts
slyly with a smile and twinkle in her eyes, causing
the younger girls to giggle.
	"You must by all means, keep your man satisfied,"
said one of Juan's sisters as she juggled two young
babies on her lap.  "Bear him many children, and while
you are heavy with child, use the other parts of your
body to satisfy him."  Again there was much giggling,
and Cory delighted in the images he was receiving.
	"Just remember, the duty of a wife is to serve and
obey her man, in all things.  The man is the head of
the household."
	"At least a shrewd woman knows how to make a man
think that he is," said one of the aunts to the
amusement and agreement of the others.
	"But how can a woman have more than one husband?"
Annette finally dared to ask.
	"Why not?  In the days of old, did not King David
have a wife and a t'ousand concubines, wit' the
approval of God?" asked Callie.
	"I don't think I could handle a thousand husbands,"
observed one of the girls.
	"But think of the fun of trying," said another,
causing another round of giggling.  To Annette's shock
the women were certainly much more ribald than those
of her family or the families of her friends.  Cory
was quite enjoying the conversation.
	"With Billy and Juan, you have nothing to fear.  They
are both good boys, and know how to appreciate a
woman."
	"They have shared things right from their birth."
	"Including the same nipples," Juan's mother observed,
glancing over at Billy's mother with a knowing smile.
	"Dose boys!" she chuckled as she recalled what Juan's
mother was thinking.  "If one seen the other being
suckled, he put up a fuss until he got the other
teat!"
	"So it is little wonder they still share the tits of
the same girl!" one of the sisters observed, causing
another round of laughter.  Annette blushed.  Was
there anything they didn't know, or didn't talk openly
about?
	"The children have taken to you already," observed
Grandmother Dean.  "You will be a good mother.  A very
good mother."  She patted Annette on the thigh,
causing Annette to tense.
	So close had the link between them formed that Cory
could feel her revulsion being touched by the black
woman.  What compassion he had for her up until then
vanished feeling such strong hatred and prejudice and
he was tempted to accent her fears and feelings of
disgust just to make her more miserable, but instead
he supported the grandmother's belief, building on
Annette's fond memories of her childhood and using her
maternal instincts of love for her own child and
extending that feeling to include her future
stepchildren.  It was not easy, and he knew he was
only marginally successful.
	Meanwhile Juan and Billy were getting their own
advice from the men, their uncles reminding them it
was their duty to keep their women sexually satisfied,
and impregnated, everyone knowing the more children a
man had the greater his virility.  They also reminded
them they were to protect and cherish all women and
particularly the woman they chose as wife, and to let
their wives think they were the bosses once in a while
but to never let them forget who ran the household.
	In time the youngest children were ushered off to
makeshift beds, and Billy and Juan indicated that they
and Annette were turning in early also.  The entire
family of course knew why and the three were given
much ribbing as they headed up the stairs to the guest
room that had been set aside for them.  For the
hundredth time that evening Annette wanted to die, but
at least she would be free from the relatives below
her.
	"Ramon, why don't you show our other guest where the
two of you will be sleeping?"
	"Of course, Aunt Rosa.  May we take a few pastries to
eat, and maybe some ostiones?"
	"It is perhaps Juan and Billy who should have taken a
plate of ostiones," joked one of the uncles to the
laughter of the others.
	"I doubt if either needs them," observed Rosa with a
smile.  "Of course, you take as many as you want," she
continued, looking at Ramon.
	"And let us know in the morning how many worked,"
joked an older brother.
	It was not even ten o'clock yet, but Cory followed
the boy up the stairs.  He wasn't the least bit tired.
 Taking him down to the end of the hallway, Ramon
pushed back the sheet that had been hung across the
corridor to form a tiny hideaway at the end no more
than six feet long.  Several heavy blankets were
spread out on the floor on which were piled several
pillows.  A cross with Jesus hanging from it had
evidently been hastily hung on one wall.
	"What do you think?  I made it myself for us."
	"You made it yourself?"
	Ramon nodded proudly.  "When Juan said I should sleep
with you tonight.  We even have our own little
window," he indicated.  "We could even read, the light
from the streetlight outside is so bright, if that is
what you want to do," he said with an impish grin. 
"But if you like dark we can hang a pillowcase over
the window."  Placing the plate heaped with snacks on
the windowsill, Ramon took one of the pastries and
stuffed it in his mouth as he glanced up at Cory
expectantly.
	"Very nice," Cory admitted.  "Nice and cozy."  Ramon
beamed.  "What was that about the ostiones?" he asked.
 "About needing them and stuff."
	"They are mangrove oysters," Ramon explained.  "You
know the joke about oysters?"  Cory shook his head. 
"Well, there was this man who was drinking at this
bar, and he looked real sad, so the bartender asked
why, and the man said he was having difficulty getting
a bone.  You know what that is?"  Cory smiled as he
nodded.  "Well, the bartender said what he needed to
do was eat some oysters, because they help a man get
hard.  So the man ordered a dozen, and then went
upstairs with this ho.  The next day he sees the
bartender and says he wants his money back.  The
bartender asks why, didn't the oysters work.  And the
man says, just eleven of them."
	Cory laughed and the boy giggled.  "Juan said you
were to sleep with me?"
	Ramon nodded.  "Momma says nobody should ever go to
bed alone, and she said Gramma told her that, and
Gramma said her mother said that before her.  Juan and
Billy said you were very special, and I was to make
you feel specially good."
	"Oh, did they?  Just how old are you?"
	"I'm going to be eleven."
	"Yeah?  When?"
	"Next year.  I turned ten last week."  Cory looked at
him.  He was short and light for his age, four foot
three and sixty pounds, and still had full cheeks and
the looks of a boy several years younger.  "If you'd
like a boy older, more your age, or older yet, or a
boy younger, I have brothers and cousins.  Or if you'd
rather a girl-."
	"No.  I'd rather you," Cory said.  If Billy and Juan
had chosen him, they have to have good reason.
	Ramon beamed again.  "I will make sure every oyster
works," he promised seriously as Cory reached for one,
and the two boys giggled.  "Do you want to make sex in
the light, or in the dark?"
	"In the light, so I can see you."
	With a happy smile, Ramon slipped off his shirt and
pulled his T-shirt off over his head.  His jeans and
jockey shorts quickly followed.  His skin was a deep
reddish-brown from top to bottom.  Cory quickly
followed, chucking his clothes aside.  Puffing up the
pillows, Ramon told him to lie back, and picking up
one of the oysters, he fed it to Cory.  "That's two,"
he said with a twinkle in his dark brown eyes and an
impish grin.
	Wiping his fingers off on Cory's teats, he snuggled
down and began to lick them and Cory squirmed with
pleasure immediately rippling out from his nipples. 
It was sort of hot watching the younger boy laying
there licking his teats and it did not take them long
to grow hard.  Ramon sucked on them for a few minutes,
and then skipped his lips down Cory's smooth chest,
past his waist and over his flat stomach.  He nibbled
on Cory's inner thighs and licked them, causing Cory's
cock to twitch and begin to swell.  Slipping his lips
about the soft worm, the recently turned ten-year-old
boy sucked on it gently, allowing the heat and
moisture of his mouth and the fact it was in his mouth
do the job.  Once Cory was stiff, he slipped his lips
off and tickled the tip with his tongue, causing Cory
to jerk and squirm with arousal and the boy to giggle
at the pleasure he was causing.
	Crouching there between Cory's outspread legs, he
teased his cock, pulling back his foreskin and licking
the rim of his sensitive knob, striking at his peehole
with the tip of his tongue, and nibbling on the
blood-engorged bulb.  Cory trembled as he felt the
boy's hair brush against his thighs as he lowered his
head and licked the insides of his thighs, and then
slowly moved up to lick his low-hanging balls before
taking first the lower one, then the other, and then
both in his mouth and gently sucking on them.  Working
up a mouthful of saliva, he drooled it over Cory's
knob, allowing it to ooze down over the bulb and down
the shaft and over his nuts.  Lapping his spittle back
up, he drooled it over Cory's now twitching, aching
cock again.
	Finally slipping his mouth over the aching flesh,
Ramon began to suck gently as he ever so slowly drew
his lips up and then back down his shaft.  At the same
time he caressed Cory's hips and thighs and his
backside.  As Cory's breath became deeper and more
strained as the pressure rapidly began to build in his
loins, Ramon bobbed his head faster, sending thrills
of arousal through the irritated bulb.  Cory tensed
with his approaching climax but before he reached it
Ramon clamped his lips down tightly below the knob and
paused, cutting off his desire and allowing him to
calm back down.
	And then he resumed, again sucking gently on the
throbbing, aching knob and then slowly slipping his
smooth, moist lips up and down the shaft, at the same
time caressing Cory's buttocks and his thighs.  Again
Cory felt that delightfully painful pressure
developing deep in his loins and he thrilled with the
burning of his knob and the throbbing deep in his
loins, looking forward with anticipation to his
climax.  Slipping his lips off the now rapidly
twitching early teen cock, Ramon sat there and
caressed Cory's thighs as his stiff cock jerked and
his knob burned.  Cory was panting now as if he'd made
a dozen laps around the gym.  Ramon held his cock at
the base and swirled his tongue about his exposed
knob, causing Cory to arch his body with his impending
climax, only to have Ramon again cut him off at the
last moment.
	"Oh Jesus," Cory groaned in delight.
	"Before the night is over, you will see God," said
Ramon with a grin, his smooth, bean-brown skin
reflecting the street light.  Cory did not doubt his
word.
   
	"Happy?" asked Billy.
	"Yes," Annette replied, having calmed down after the
barrage of noise downstairs and the excitement of the
evening.  She'd have been happier if it had just been
the two of them in the tiny room. 
	They had stripped, and the two men were sitting there
on the edge of the bed, one on either side of her with
her lying on her back, Billy caressing her stomach and
Juan stroking her hair.
	"It will be a big baby.  Lucille was never that big
with any of our children at this stage," observed
Juan.
	"That is true."
	It was weird, hearing them speak of their wife that
way and hearing them talk so openly about Billy's
baby.  She still didn't understand how two men could
have one wife, or how a man could let his wife bear
the child of another man.  It was not the first time
the three of them had stripped and the two of them had
caressed her, but usually one or the other or both
were eager to get off and had initiated some sex act
by now.  Tonight they had been slow and
uncharacteristically gentle, and had talked as they
had caressed her body, about how beautiful she was,
and how lucky they were, and how happy she was going
to be.  Their hands caressed her body, Billy's dark
black hand caressing her swollen stomach with gentle,
sweeping circles, Juan's reddish-brown hand gently
caressing her breasts with the same sweeping circles. 
His hand slipped down her narrow waist as Billy's
rose, the two hands passing, the dark one now
squeezing and stroking her other breast, the
reddish-brown one now stroking her stomach.  The two
men leaned forward and kissed her on the cheeks, and
then the lips, Billy first, Juan second.
	Their hands roamed her body, passing each other,
occasionally brushing against each other, occasionally
one slipping over the other.  Taking her right hand,
Billy guided it to his thighs and stroked himself with
it for a moment before returning to her stomach,
leaving her hand there to continue caressing him. 
Juan took the other hand and placed it on his shoulder
and as she began to caress his smooth, strong back he
returned to her breast.  It was slow and gentle and it
felt so strange to have the two men caressing her at
the same time as she caressed them.
	She relied on their guidance though she'd engaged in
foreplay with the two of them dozens of times by then,
more often one on one, or with one focussing on the
front of her body and the other lying behind and
focussing on her back side.  Billy guided her hand to
his sweat-damp balls and she gently stroked the
dangling eggs, having learned how sensitive they were
and how to bring him pleasure by playing with them. 
Juan brought her other hand down to his crotch to his
half-swollen cock, and feeling it, she slipped her
fingers about it.  He did not have to guide her as she
began to slowly stroke it, gently pulling back his
foreskin and then ever so slowly pushing it back over
his knob just as he liked it, as she'd learned to do.
	With the two men caressing her and with her caressing
their genitals, it did not take them much longer to
become erect, and feeling the heat and strength in
that solid flesh, she began to feel the heat pulsating
from between her legs also.  The two men were skilled
lovers, and knowing how she was feeling, they ran
their hands down to her lower torso as they lie down
on either side of her.  They kissed her cheeks and her
lips again, Billy caressing her rapidly swelling
pussy, Juan caressing her tender backside.  His hands
slipped up over her right hip as Billy's slipped up
the inside of her left thigh and over her hip to her
left buttock as Juan's ran gently over her now
throbbing pussy.  She stroked their now rock hard
cocks, knowing to keep her strokes to their shafts
least she get them too hot.
	Billy's hand returned, and as he stroked her swollen,
parted labia so did Juan, their fingers rising and
falling together, each on a lip, then Billy's slipping
up along the hot, moist crack, following by Juan's. 
She squirmed with her growing arousal as she felt her
fluids flowing and filling her vagina.  The two men
began to caress her breasts and her cunt more
passionately, their hands pressing hard and squeezing
tighter, moving faster and touching each other more
frequently.  They were all breathing deeply now, the
spicy scent of their sweat now adding to the fragrance
of garlic on their breaths and of sweet nectar from
the freshly cut flowers in the small, confined room.
	Billy slowly began to move on top of her and as
Annette spread her legs he slipped between them.  He
rubbed the knob of his swollen cock between the lips
of her pussy, coating it with her juices and causing
her to tremble in anticipation.  Balancing on his
knees and elbows, he mounted her, there on the narrow
bed with Juan laying beside them and caressing her
thighs and her breasts.  His long, black cock slowly
entered her hot, pulsating pussy, inch by inch until
his coarse, black hairs were brushing against her
curly red ones.  Breathing heavily with arousal, he
kissed her neck and her cheek, and then fastening his
lips to hers, he slowly raised his hips, easing his
long, stiff cock back out of her body until the knob
was stretching apart her labia.
	He slowly sank again, his lips still attached her
hers, sucking the breath out of her.  She inhaled
through her nose, the mixed fragrances of flowers,
sweat and garlic filling her lungs as her lover, the
father of her as of yet unborn child, fucked her, his
best friend laying beside them and gently and lovingly
caressing the underside of her raised thighs.  She
trembled with the pleasure pulsating through her
vagina and the burning of her stretch labia, Billy's
long cock probing her depths and the thick shaft
stretching her cunt muscles open.  He worked slowly
this night, pausing frequently to allow the building
pressure in both their loins to subside and then
resuming, bringing them slowly to that peak a second
and then a third time, each time arriving sooner and
the need growing stronger until the pleasure was a
desperate ache.
	And then Billy came deep inside her, lunging forward
with a groan of pleasure, driving his long cock up her
vagina and spurting out his thick, hot lava, mingling
his slimy juices with hers, her cunt filled with her
own hot slime and bathing his throbbing cock.  She
trembled with her own orgasm, gasping and groaning
with a pleasure only a woman can know as wave after
wave pulsated through her hot, dripping cunt. She
tightened her thighs about her black lover and wrapped
her arms about him, crying out in the ecstasy of her
climax and of his, feeling such ecstasy and at the
same time such humiliation aware that Juan laying
there beside them saw and heard the pleasure she was
feeling and that the father of her unborn child had
brought her.
	Down the hall in the little temporary hideaway Cory
cried out in ecstasy also, his twice delayed climax
arriving at last.  He arched his body and clenched his
eyes as he felt his cum gushing up the core of his
cock like hot lava rising up the core of a volcano,
and then erupting into Ramon's hot, moist mouth. 
Never had he come so desperately nor so copiously. 
Spurt after spurt of his early teen cum squirted out
the burning tip, filling the ten-year-old's eager
mouth.  He quivered and bucked with each spurt, his
knob on fire, his cock swollen and numb beyond belief.
 "Oh Jesus," he groaned.  "Oh fuck!"  His chest
heaving as he gasped for air, he threw back his head,
his mind spinning with the power of his violent
orgasm.
	Ramon kept his lips locked about Cory's stiff,
throbbing cock throughout his bucking, and when the
spurting finally subsided he continued to suck gently
on the numb, overly sensitive organ, sucking out the
remaining cum.  Each time his tongue ran over the
tender knob Cory spasmed and fresh cum oozed out of
the tip of his aching cock.  Finally slipping his lips
off the numb tube and keeping them pursed, Ramon
crawled forward and hovered above Cory, his face
inches from his own, his eyes sparkling.  Cory knew
immediately his intention and as he parted his lips,
so did Ramon.  A semi-translucent blob of early teen
cum formed in the centre of his puckered lips.  As he
parted his lips slightly more, the globule grew and
then dropped in a shiny, translucent pendant into
Cory's awaiting mouth.  Another globule formed and
followed the other down the thin streamer, and then
another, like beads on a glimmering, silver thread. 
Cory trembled with the eroticism of having his early
teen juice slowly drooled into his mouth, and as the
eyes of the two boys met they sparkled with arousal. 
Pursing his lips and sucking in his cheeks, Ramon
worked up more saliva and once again parted his lips,
his saliva and the remaining of Cory's hot, early teen
juice flowing from his mouth into Cory's.
	And then their lips met in a hot, passionate kiss,
their lips moist with Ramon's spittle and Cory's cum. 
Pressing his lips tightly against Cory's, Ramon began
to suck, and as Cory opened his puckered lips he felt
the mixture of cum and saliva, his and Ramon's, being
sucked back into the ten-year-old's mouth.  He slowly
and carefully blew through his puckered lips, forcing
the hot, slimy mixture back into the young
cocksucker's mouth.  His cock, still stiff and the
feeling slowing returning, jerked with the eroticism
and he slipped his arms about the young, naked Puerto
Rican and his thighs about his waist, drawing the
slight boy tightly to him.  As their lips finally
parted, the two boys smiled at each other, their lips
glistening in the light of the street light, and they
simultaneously swallowed the slimy mixture, their eyes
sparkling and their smooth cheeks flushed.
	"That is one ostione," Ramon said impishly and the
two boys giggled. 
	Down the hall Billy rolled off Annette and the two
lie there on their backs, their chests heaving and
their bodies flushed as they closed their eyes and
relished the pleasure passing over them, the throbbing
between their legs slowly subsiding and a flush of
pleasure flowing over their naked bodies.  Juan lay
there, relishing their delight as much as they,
knowing not to intervene. The three of them lay there
for a long time, until their breathing was back to
normal and their hearts had stopped racing.  Billy
slipped an arm under Annette's neck and rolling over
on his side, he kissed her cheek.  Raising his upper
torso, he leaned over and kissed her, softly and
gently in thanks, and she returned the kiss.  His
other hand reached over and he cupped her right breast
and gave it a gentle squeeze as they kissed again. 
Slowly it began to caress her firm, budding breast and
seconds later another hand, this one reddish-brown,
began to caress the other.
	Again the two hands roamed over her body,
appreciating her supple, young flesh and arousing her
passion once more.  They gently ran over her swollen
belly and above her unborn child, and along the
sensitive underside of her thighs causing her to
squirm and to jerk uncontrollably and worry that she
might harm her baby with her bouncing.  Once again
they stroked her pussy, causing the flaccid lips to
swell once more.  Again a pink-palmed black digit ran
up along the sensitive, moist slit, sending shivers
through her cunt, followed by a bean-brown digit that
slowly slipped into her hot, wet channel.  The black
hand guided hers to Juan's chest while the brown
guided her other hand to his crotch.  Her fingers
slipped about his stiff organ and slowly began to
stroke it.
	And then Juan was kneeling between her outspread
legs, an arm on either side of her as he balanced his
weight on his knees and elbows.  He slowly lowered his
body and a black pink-palmed hand guided it toward the
awaiting lips.  Slowly he felt her heat and moistness
enveloping his stiff member; slowly she felt his hot,
hard cock penetrating her, entering deeper and deeper
until she felt his stomach pressing against hers, his
loose, low-hung balls against the cord extending from
her quivering, dribbling pussy to her anus.  Slowly
she felt the long, thick cock begin to withdraw, and
then slowly probe her once more, sending shivers up
her spine and ripples of pleasure through her vagina,
its thickness stretching apart her lips and causing
them to burn with the friction.
	Her breathing began to increase as she felt him
inside her, slowly building her up again, and now
Billy was stroking her tits and her thighs.  She
trembled with the pleasure his hands were bringing
her, and the pleasure the hard, long cock thrusting in
and out between her legs was creating.  Her labia
burned and ached, and she delighted in the pulsating
pleasure as her cunt throbbed in time with the thick
organ working inside her.  She wrapped her thighs
about the brown skinned Puerto Rican, her pale flesh
contrasting with his, and as his lips met hers and
kissed her passionately, she returned the kiss with as
much desire.  She could no more deny the pleasure
throbbing between her legs than she could deny the
beating of her heart.
	Conscious of the fact the father of her unborn child
was lying there beside her watching and listening to
her growing arousal as his best friend fucked her, she
could not hold back and quivered and gasped with the
ache between her legs, an ache that overpowered the
ache in her heart.  She contracted and relaxed the
muscles of her cunt, working with the man above her,
squeezing his dark brown cock as it thrust in and out
of her body, pleasing him as a woman was supposed to
please a man, delighting in the pleasure a man can
bring a woman.  Faster and faster her blood pumped,
and above their laboured breathing she could hear the
schlucking sound of his cock pumping in and out of her
hot, juice-filled cunt.  And then he came and she
trembled with her second orgasm.  Her body spasmed and
she ground her groin against his as he shot his hot,
thick cum up her vagina, hot spurt after hot spurt. 
His cum mixed with Billy's, his sperm with that of the
husband of her unborn child, and she cried out with
the pleasure.
	And again down the hall Cory once more thrust his
hips upward and clenched his teeth as he felt his cum,
again twice delayed, finally erupting out of his numb,
swollen cock and again into Ramon's mouth.  As he
trembled and gasped with the burning pleasure and felt
the ten-year-old hungrily suck out his juice for the
second time, he knew why Juan and Billy had chosen him
to be his bed partner for the night.  Despite his age,
he knew how to bring another boy pleasure like nobody
Cory had ever met.
	Again he shared the watery, slimy reward for his
efforts with Cory, and then cuddled in the arms of the
older boy, knowing that he'd done good.  Cory slowly
reached down and stroked the preteen boy's stiff,
throbbing little cock in appreciation, sending shivers
of delight through his slender body.  The two boys
glanced at each other with pleasure-filled eyes and
kissed in the light of the street light.  It was a
long, lingering kiss and their hands gently caressed
each other's naked body.  Downstairs they could hear
the strumming of a cuatro and the rhythmic beat of a
bombas as one of his uncles began to sing a beautiful
Latino love song.  As their lips parted, Ramon reached
up to the plate on the window sill.
	"We still have six ostiones each," he said, dropping
one in his mouth and feeding the other to Cory.

******
Thanks to Billy for suggesting the plots involving
Annette and involving Cory in this story, and to
Caroline for suggesting the character of Callie Dean
(whom we'll be seeing more of in Part 49.)  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 ad you as one of the
characters.  Anything goes, the hotter and more
perverted the better, except I don't write snuff and
torture of kids and anything involving player
characters will need their collaboration.  Non player
characters available for your amusement and abuse
include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, Father Henry, Calvin
Cosher and his daughter Stacey, the WCHS gang, the 14
RGAB soccer players and their families, the cops Eric
O'Malley and Mike Polanski, and Anton's RGAB
classmates.  Player characters created by readers so
far are Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben
Hanson, Jacob Schuller, Benji Gilles and now Callie
Dean with a supporting cast of Jonah, Lane and Spence,
Nicole Halder, Molly, Trang and Ashley, Nick Dawson,
Nat and Darien Wilson, and now Emma and Elijah Dean,
Aunt Rosa and Uncle Rafael, Juanita, Luther, and Lucy,
Ramon Carlos and of course Lad, Rocky, Shep, Dobe and
the star of the series, Cory Wilson. 

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