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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher - Part Forty-Five" (nc, mc, M/t, Tv)
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Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 02:10:02 -0500
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TEACHER - PART FORTY-FIVE

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	Rolling over and shutting off the alarm with a groan,
Julian opened one eye and glanced at the clock. 
Five-thirty.  That was no time for a sixteen-year-old
boy to be getting up, but he needed the extra time to
get ready for school.  Wearily crawling out of bed and
already dreading the day, he padded down the hall to
the bathroom, his semi-turgid cock bouncing above his
balls.  Why was it that while he was asleep in the
privacy of his bedroom it swelled out to a nice size
any sixteen year old would be proud of, but whenever
there was anyone else around it shrivelled up as if
ashamed to be seen?  His family had been practising
nudism now for three and a half months, but he still
couldn't look at his mother and kid sisters, and was
embarrassed them seeing him naked with the result his
dick was constantly shrivelled up so it was even
smaller than his nine-year-old brother's.  That was
even more embarrassing than the little three-inch
boner his fag brother Anton constantly sported.
	He showered thoroughly, using the special soap his
mother had bought him for his acne, which was running
so totally out of control.  It was not his fault.  His
mother made awesome desserts, and he had a sweet
tooth.  At least he didn't have a fondness for eating
shit like his dad.  Attaching the breast vacuum his
teammates had presented him at their last celebration
party, he sat on the edge of the tub and thought about
their first jogging excursions into the park ten weeks
ago, the beginning of January after their big loss to
Weaver Central High School, one of the weakest soccer
teams in the league, the day he'd accidentally shit in
his father's mouth and his father had angrily pawed
the crap out of his mouth and smeared it in his face.
	He shuddered with revulsion with the thoughts about
that day as he opened up the jar of Andre Extra
Strength Hair Remover for Men the team had also given
him and generously applied it to his calves and
forearms.  It was a day he would never forget.  That
was the beginning of his daily jogging routine with
his father and two brothers.  Bob Moser and the
Spudders met them there in the clearing at Riverside
Park once or twice a week and the three of them fucked
him and his brothers there in front of his father, and
then made his father felch them and then eat their
abusers' shit, usually straight out of their assholes.
 It was totally revolting, and even more revolting was
that his father and brothers liked it.  If the others
weren't there they actually hung around just in case. 
Other times there was this dog, this big German
Shepard.  He didn't even want to think about what his
dad and the dog did.  Once the dog had shown up while
Bob and the others were there and he'd found out. 
Other times his father sent them on while he stayed
behind and then met them back at the parking lot.  It
was sick.
	His ten minutes on Doctor Copelan's Natural Breast
Developer up, he removed the vacuum.  According to the
box and instructions he'd increased his time by one
minute each day since he'd gotten it to the maximum of
ten, and he was supposed to use it for six weeks.  The
instructions said it redistributed the lymph in his
chest to stretch his breast tissue to increase the
size and roundness of his breasts, the same principle
as lifting weights.  The team had a big chuckle over
that when Spence Spudder had presented it to him at
the last party.  He still had ten minutes to go before
he removed the depilatory cream.
	He got up and looked at himself in the mirror.  He
looked disgusting.  He had gained another couple
pounds and was as hairless as Francois.  At the party
two weeks ago, to celebrate their win over San Jose
High, the team had held him down and Kenny Young had
shaved his pubes and his arm pit hair.  He sucked in
the gut he was developing and flexed his muscles, but
he still looked disgusting.  His chest did look
bigger, more rounded.  The box said some women saw a
difference before thirty days.  Some women!  He
shuddered.  At the first "party" he and his father and
brothers had thrown for the team, his mother had made
them dress up like girls.  The team had thought it a
big fucking joke, and had decided that he should let
his hair grow out and style it like a girl.  So he'd
had it permed on Saturday and streaked like a lot of
the girls were doing for tonight. It was all his
mother's fault.  She thought it was a big joke.  She
was the joke.  A big fat fucking whore of a joke.
	That was how he felt.  She was fat, and she was
screwing around with Cory Wilson.  Thirteen year old
Cory Wilson!  That was disgusting.  And she was
pregnant.  He looked at his body again.  It was
surprising how things could change in five months. 
When he'd begun school in September, he was a fit,
athletic sixteen-year-old, his body trim and muscular
from daily practice on the soccer field.  He had been
a good soccer player too, perhaps not the top, but
close to it, and his teammates respected him for it
and the girls all admired him, especially Stacey
Cosher, the daughter of the RGAB Chairman of the Board
of Trustees with whom he'd once had high hopes of
making out with and losing his virginity to, a hope he
still desperately clung to.
	Rinsing off his body and patting it dry, he applied
the body cream moisturizer.  Taking the flesh-coloured
girdle out of his soccer bag and opening it up with
disgust, he stepped into it and pulled it up.  It was
made of the same thin rubber that wetsuits were made
of and helped pull in his stomach.  It also had
reinforced rubber at the crotch to tuck in his balls
and cock so you couldn't see them.  It was a novelty
item that, unbeknownst to him, Cory had gotten from
Jacob Schuller and given to Bob Moser who had given it
to Spence Spudder.  It had a false cunt with lips made
of realistic rubber and complete with a bush of hairs
the same colour as his.
	Slipping on a pair of panties and the training bra,
which the team insisted he wear under threat of
posting pictures of their party at the Gladys Harper
Private School for Girls, he put on his school
uniform.  Yes, a lot had changed in five months.  Now
the team hated and ridiculed him, all because his
father had taken over as coach and had made him team
captain.  He had lost total interest in the game, and
the animosity and his father's inept coaching had
resulted in a losing streak, up until last month. 
That was when Bob Moser had thrown this party and told
the team if they won the next game, he'd throw a
second, which of course they did, and he did.  Then on
Saturday they'd won their second game.  Bob had
promised them another party if they did, and that was
tonight, Valentine's Day.
	As he returned to his bedroom, his fat shit-eating
father, with whom he'd been forced to sleep with these
past three months, was just getting up.  He commented
something about the strange odour of the cologne he
was wearing.  It was of course the moisturizing cream.
 He hated the smell of it.  He also hated the team,
his father, and Bob Moser.  This was going to be an
especially miserable day, a day he wished was over. 
Actually, he wished his life was over.  He hated it. 
Still, deep down inside, there was the hope this
nightmare would sometime end, and, even deeper, was a
little glimmer of joy in being a woman, a glimmer he'd
first felt last Wednesday when he'd returned home
after fruitlessly trying to make out with Stacey
Cosher and the family had sat down for chocolate cake.
	"Morning Julia," greeted Spence Spudder, who had been
waiting at the lockers for Julian.  "You looking
forward to the party tonight?  We are."  He and Freddy
Rabb chuckled.  The team had begun calling him Julia
at the party two weeks ago.  Even in class they
muffled it so the teachers would not be sure if they'd
said Julia or Julian.
	"Here's your daily vitamin supplement," Freddy said
with a grin, handing him five pills, three orange, a
white and a tan.  He swallowed one of each colour
there in front of them.  Theo had promised to punch
him out if he didn't, and at six foot four and two
hundred and ten pounds, Theo could easily do it.  One
of the other orange capsules he had instructions to
take in front of one of James Freeman who was in the
same class as he was at the end of the day, and the
other he was to take before bed.  Even though they'd
never know if he did, fearing that being forced to
take the others would be for nothing if he didn't, he
took it.  That he did made forcing him to take them
all the funnier to the team.  Freddy said they were
herb supplements to help develop his muscles and help
combat his acne.  Freddy's father was a doctor and
he'd gotten them on the sly.  Julian doubted if that
was what they really were, but they didn't make him
sick or hallucinate or anything so he took them.  He'd
given up fighting and caring.
	Opening his locker he found a couple obscene
Valentine's cards, of men dressed up like women and in
sexy poses, addressed to Tranny Julia from anonymous
lovers asking her to be their Valentine.  With half
the team gathered around waiting to see his response,
all he could do was laugh at the humiliation as they
doubled over in laughter.  It was impossible to know
who had come up with the prank.  The rest of the day
was the same as the past two weeks, his teammates
calling him Julia, asking him how his breasts were
coming along, telling him how they were looking
forward to celebrating their last win later that
night.  The biggest laugh came in gym class of course
when he had to strip down to his panties and bra and
put on his gym strip, and when he had to shower later.
 At least with all the fears about pedos, and
lawsuits, the school had a strict rule that phys ed
instructors and coaches were not to go into the boy's
locker rooms so the humiliation was limited to the
physical education class, and after school when he
changed for soccer practise.  It was a long day, even
longer with soccer practice, which many resented
having it being Valentine's day and them having dates,
but it finally came to an end, not that the evening
was anything he was looking forward to.
	Suppers had been running hot and cold ever since his
mother had discovered what his father and the rest of
them were doing when they went jogging.  She and
Annette were moody with their pregnancies.  Sometimes
she was elated with the baby inside her and cooked up
a huge, delicious meal like she used to.  Other times
she'd been snacking all day or had morning sickness
whatever that was or had been thinking bout the
jogging thing and had gotten pissed off and they had
to fend for themselves.  As it happened on this
particular evening she was going out, on a romantic
evening, with Cory Wilson nonetheless!  A romantic
evening with a fucking thirteen year old.  Probably a
burger and fries at McDonald's and hang out at the
video arcade at the mall.  So she hadn't made them
anything.  Tossed a loaf of bread and a package of
baloney on the table and told them to make a sandwich.
	His suckass little sister Juliette had gone straight
to her friend's house after school, and Anton had
phoned to say he wasn't going to be home.  Probably
went straight to Sixteenth Street after school to
offer his ass in some Valentine's bargain special. 
Annette didn't care since she was being taken out for
Valentine's too.  Before she left, she made her big
announcement to the family.  With Juan and Billy
standing on either side of her, their arms about her
and the three of them beaming like they'd just won the
lottery or something, she announced that the three of
them were engaged.  His father turned several shades
of purple and began gasping for breath and he was sure
he was going to have a heart attack right then and
there.  Personally as far as he was concerned they
might as well.  They were both screwing her.  It
wouldn't be a real wedding anyway.  No priest was
going to marry one woman to two men.  If that news
wasn't enough, she had another shocker.  She announced
that she was going to be the step mom of the three
babies they'd brought over, two nigger babies and a
Spic, all of them half-breeds from the looks of it. 
The biggest bombshell of all though was Billy's
announcement that now that they were officially
engaged, he and Juan were moving in, along with the
kids, that night, so they could be one happy family. 
They were still recovering from that shock when Cory
Wilson arrived, all decked out in a suit and tie if
you'd believe, and chauffeured in a big white stretch
limo by some slant-eyed gook in a fancy uniform.
	So, his dad was in total shell shock as they headed
to the Economy Inn that night, over Cory Wilson and
his mom going out, Annette's and Billy's
announcements, and what the team and Bob Moser were
going to say when they found out Anton wasn't going to
be with them that night.
	Having come straight from soccer practice as in the
previous two parties, most of the team were still in
their uniforms and hadn't bothered showering,
especially since they just planned on getting all
sweaty again.  To Julius's surprise and relief, they
didn't seem particularly upset with Anton's absence. 
Actually, some members of the team had dates and were
not there for the party though a few had plans of
dropping by after dropping their dates off.
	Spence Spudder, as ex team captain besides being the
direct contact with Bob Moser, had pretty much taken
charge, and with all of them horny from thinking about
the evening all day, and eager to begin in that they
could not stay out too late it being a school night,
he got right down to the action.  Turning on a raunchy
song he'd downloaded to his iPod from the Internet, he
had their three entertainers begin with a strip show. 
Madam Goosey Gilles again in her low-cut, tight,
slinky red dress and garish cherry-red lipstick and
rouge, her hairy chest even flabbier, and her
middle-aged gut and broad ass protruding even more,
began to grind and shake.  Beside her, in her wig of
curly red hair with white lace bows on each side and
her little girl's cute, frilly, pink dress and white
ankle socks, stood fresh-faced nine-year-old Francois.
 As she began to shake her little ass, she and her
father/mother thought back to another time when they
had performed a strip tease for a selective audience,
an audience of two, Cory and Anthony.  So much had
happened in the four and a half months since that late
September evening.
	Miss Julian, looking even more gorgeous with her
budding breasts and smooth arms and legs revealed in
the tight, low-cut burgundy blouse and short tan
cheerleader skirt, stared at her two companions in
disgust.  They got into it so quickly and so eagerly,
like the two faggot pervs that they were.  As she
began to dance to the music, she concentrated on what
she was doing, blocking out the leers and the laughter
of the horny audience calling to them to take it off. 
She would not let them embarrass and humiliate her. 
She concentrated on her hatred for them, for her
father, and for her mother who was probably giddily
sitting at the A and W munching a Mamma Burger and
staring googly-eyed at the father of her unborn baby. 
	Her anger was evidently showing as Colin Cosher
called out, asking if she was constipated or if her
panties were too tight, causing the team to laugh, and
when he said they'd take care of either problem, they
laughed even harder.  She thought about his sister
Stacey and how she'd like to be with her that night,
playing with her big boobs and kissing her.  She
thought about her own boobs squeezed up in the
training bra, and how she was turning Colin and the
others on with her body just like Stacey turned him
on.  Well, if she couldn't be making out with Stacey
she'd make out with her brother.  It was not all that
bad being a cheerleader and lusted over like a woman. 
When Julian had first had that thought last Wednesday,
it had been a spark of relief in his dark mood.  He
concentrated on it now, grasping it in his desperation
to get him through this latest humiliation.  He
unbuttoned his blouse and swung it around and tossed
it at the cheering audience.  She swung her hips and
wiggled her boobs in the tight training bra as she
lowered her skirt and stepped out of it and then
unsnapped her bra and tossed it to her admirers. 
Better to be lusted for than hated.  She turned and
inched her panties down, revealing her tight, compact
butt.  She had a nice butt.  She turned around ever so
slowly and coyly ran her fingers beside her pussy.  It
was good to be a woman.
	As Julius pushed down his panties and shook his hips,
his fat belly bouncing from side to side and his limp
dick flopping between his legs, he stared at his
oldest son.  He'd noticed Julian was letting his hair
grow and had a new hair style, and he'd noticed the
hairless arms and legs, but he hadn't been sure if
that was something the team or Bob Miser had ordered
him to do or if it was the latest teen boy fad. 
Hairless chests were masculine when he was a boy, but
he knew buff movie stars and male models waxed their
chests these days.  He'd noticed the flabby chest
also, but Julian was putting on weight and it had just
looked flabby, not so much like boobs as they did now.
 He did not know about the other.  It looked so real
at first he thought Julian had actually had a sex
change even though he knew that had to be impossible. 
Good God, he looked like a girl.  And was acting like
one.  He was actually enjoying stripping in front of
the team.  Well, perhaps it was best.  He hadn't
inherited the Gilles family jewels anyway.
	Francois was even more surprised than his dad and
knowing nothing about transvestites or transsexuals or
sex changes, the nine-year-old was even more confused.
 What had happened to his brother's cock and balls? 
How had he gotten a pussy like his mother and sister? 
Did that mean he could have a baby like they were?  
When you are nine, anything's possible, even that. 
After all, he had a dad who ate shit and drank piss
and did it with guy dogs, a fag brother who wore a dog
collar and wore black lipstick and hung around the
boys can and sold his body to guys, a mother who did
it with a kid in junior high and was having his baby,
a sister who was going to marry a nigger and a spic,
and a younger sister who liked to pretend her Barbie
liked to smell Ken's dirty underwear and whom he
discovered recently kept a dirty underwear collection
in a box with her toys.  So his ugly older brother had
a cunt.  Compared to the rest of his family that
wasn't all that weird.
	By the time the three of them had stripped, the team
was aching to get off and there was not one of them
whose soccer shorts weren't tented out.  They were all
especially eager to try out the new pussy Julia was
sporting these past two weeks, and check out those
boobs that were definitely becoming boobs.  They would
have left first honours to Freddy Rabb in that it had
been his idea and his dad's breast enhancement drugs,
but Freddy was out with his date hoping to make it
with a real girl, though he was one of those planning
on coming by later.  So instead they'd drawn straws,
and Byron Baynham was the happy winner.
	As Julia lie down on the motel room bed and spread
her legs, Byron happily knelt down between her legs,
the foreskin of stiff, aching cock skinned back to
reveal his purplish-red mushroom cap.  The
downy-cheeked fifteen-year-old smiled down at the
naked pseudo female with his dreamy, dark brown eyes,
his long feathery eyelashes fluttering and his ruby
lips curled in a horny smile.  Having never fucked a
woman before, real or otherwise, it took a few
attempts to get into the right position, but once he
was, it was not that difficult to slip his
fifteen-year-old boner up the fake cunt.  He trembled
with the pleasure as he felt the moulded rubber part
and then encase his stiff, aching cock.  As he slowly
drew it back out and then sank it in again, Julia
trembled, feeling his hard, hot cock brushing against
her pent up balls and dick.  To her dismay and horror,
she began to get hard, and her swelling cock made her
fake cunt all the tighter and increased Byron's
pleasure.  As the young wannabe model tensed with the
pleasure ripping through his knob and up his aching,
throbbing pecker, he began a performance for the
hidden cameras behind the smoke detector, water
sprinkler, and big wall vent that would bring in far
more money for Cory and Billy than all the ads he'd
appeared in brought his father for his multimillion
dollar company.
	Spence Spudder, having by then fucked Julian's ass on
numerous occasions, there in the hotel room at past
parties and in the clearing on the west side of
Westside Park while Bob Moser had fucked Julius, now
greased his stiff cock with lube and placed the tip at
Julius's asshole as Julius stood there in the middle
of the room and bent over for him.  He was no queer
and that all his sexual experiences so far had been
with guys was bothering him more and more, but at
least he was the one doing the fucking and getting
sucked.  Besides, it was going to be totally wild
standing there watching Byron fucking Julia while he
fucked her father's faggot asshole.  Grasping his
hated coach's fat ass, he lunged forward, his horny,
sixteen-year-old cock plunging up the man's
well-fucked asshole.  At the same time, his teammate
Matthew Hudson stepped up in front of Julius and
eagerly brandished his stiff dick in his face.  Julius
of course had no recourse but to go down on the
teenager's cock.
	The Freeman cousins didn't hesitate to zero in on
young Francois, and young Francois, delighting in
having his tender young ass fucked, didn't hesitate to
bend over to take James's cock up his ass and to slip
his lips over Chad's.  At the age of nine he was too
young to be labelled a fag or a perv or anything else.
 All he knew was that he had an itch deep up his
asshole that felt good when it was scratched by a
boy's cock, and that messing around with guy's
ultimately made his dicky get stiff and his whole body
go crazy. What nine-year-old boy didn't do things that
made him feel good?  As for James and Chad, what
teenage boys didn't like to get their nuts off, and
what difference was it if it was a nine-year-old boy
or a busty teenager cheerleader?  In the end, the
result was the same, and in the little faggot's case,
felt just as good.
	And so the three Gilles's brought the five boys off
just as they had the last two Mondays of January,
still totally oblivious to the fact that their action
was being taped, and that men and knowledgeable teens
across the country, and across the world, would be
buying and jerking off to those tapes.  From that one
scene alone Billy could cut and splice to make a movie
of the young tranny getting her first fuck, the old
painted perv servicing two horny soccer players, the
two perv cousins, who could pass as and be billed as
twins, getting off with an innocent preteen boy, and a
gang bang Valentine's party of all eight.
	Despite all his past experiences, including with the
two currently engaged in sex with him, Julius was
still embarrassed and ashamed to be engaging in such
perverted acts with teenage boys, and especially with
two students he coached.  He knew the two boys thought
of him as a useless, old perv and laughed at him
behind his back, and made lewd comments about him.  He
knew that they hated him as their coach because of the
games they had lost, and because he had made his son
team captain over one of them.  As he felt Spence's
hard, teenage cock ramming in and out of his body and
the teenage boy grunting and panting with the pleasure
of fucking his ass, and as he sucked on Matthew's
stiff cock and slipped his lips up and down the
teenager's stiff, throbbing bone, he knew that they
looked upon him with disgust and he could not help
feel shame and humiliation.
	He also knew that the two cocks in his body were
throbbing with pleasure, and that the two boys were
gasping and quivering with the joy that he was
bringing them.  Despite his stern, aloof stance, and
indeed, because of it, the two boys were having their
way with him, and delighting in the fact that they
were and could.  He also knew that despite his
attempts to distance himself from the boys and to
avoid yielding to temptation, he was engaging in sex
with them, something that deep down he desired and
loved.
	Given that, it was no real surprise then when he
glanced out of the corner of his eye at his oldest son
and saw him thrusting his hips to and fro and heard
him grunting and gasping with pleasure as his teammate
fucked his false pussy.  Julia, like himself, clearly
loved cock.  The difference was that he was an adult
and was turned on by the young high school students in
the room, and most important of all, he was still a
male.  His son, on the other hand, was the same age as
the other boys in the room were, and unfortunately
underdeveloped as a man.  He might just as well have
been born a girl, and at the moment he seemed a lot
happier as one.
	Julia was.  It was her escape from the reality and
the horror around her.  Her father was standing there
in the middle of the room getting his ass fucked by
one of his classmates and sucking the cock of another,
eagerly and willingly like a fat faggot.  His dad
loved cock, and things a lot worse, and the entire
soccer team knew it, and probably half the school. 
Beside him was his kid brother just as happily getting
his ass fucked and sucking cock, and he knew his other
brother, Anton, was a certified fag hustler.  The
entire male line of the Gilles family was nothing more
than a bunch of fairies.  What surprise was it that
their mother made out with thirteen-year-old boys, and
his oldest sister had turned to two men to prove she
was straight, by getting herself knocked up, and now
by wanting the travesty of marrying them?  Yes he was
enjoying it.  Far better to live the fantasy and enjoy
it than face the reality.  Better to be a woman and
lusted after by horny, handsome jocks that half the
girls at Gladys Harper swooned over than to be hated
by them.
	The five jocks were lusting.  What boy in his right
state of mind would not want to get his rocks off. 
Sure, all five would have preferred a girl, but at the
moment all were virgins when it came to hetero sex and
none of them were dating anyone on a steady enough
basis to expect to get any action.  They were healthy,
red-blooded American boys with raging hormones and
sexual appetites.  And, if they were going to be
brought off by guys, who better than the team captain
they hated and who at the moment was wearing a fake
pussy and was getting boobs, a coach even more hated
because he was the cause of their humiliation and
failure on the field and because he hated all boys,
and his faggot nine-year-old son.  All three deserved
just what they were getting, and besides, all three
were clearly enjoying it.
	And so when Byron shuddered and shot his load up the
hot, rubber pussy gripping his dick, the cheerleader
he was screwing shuddered and gasped with her own
orgasm, proof of his prowess as a stud.  Julia cringed
as her swollen cock, constantly rubbed by Byron's,
spurted out her cum and she felt it flowing over her
crotch and her tightly confined cock and balls. 
Matthew threw back his head and closed his eyes in
ecstasy also as his full teen balls contracted and he
shot his load into the mouth of his hated, faggot
coach.  That the bastard was a verified cocksucker
just made him all the more despicable, and the fact he
himself was engaging in a sexual act with the man all
the more justifiable.  Spence, despite his moments of
doubt, had come to that conclusion long ago, thanks to
his kid brother Lane and his hero Bob Moser, without
whom this would not have been possible.  He rammed his
cock up Goosey's fucking ass with a vengeance and a
pleasure unparalleled, getting back at the faggot for
having replaced him with his son and for causing the
team to be the laughing stock of the soccer league,
until now, until Bob Moser had found a solution. 
Beside him, the Freeman cousins were of the same
thought as the one spurted his cum up the ass of their
detested coach's queer son and the other filled his
mouth.
	Stepping back, the five were quickly replaced.  Colin
Cosher smiled down at Julia, his stiff cock ready to
plunge up her pussy.  It was particularly satisfying
to ram his cock between her legs, knowing that she
would love to do the same to his sister, and
suspecting that given Julia was a loser and growing
uglier by the moment, and he had to admit with a
smile, a better girl than a boy, she very unlikely had
gotten to any base with his sister, never mind first. 
As he plunged his cock up her pussy and began to
vigorously fuck her, concerned only for his own
pleasure, he marvelled at how realistic the fake cunt
was.  At least he assumed it was realistic, being a
virgin himself.  It gripped his cock just like porno
stories said a real cunt did, and it was hot, Julia's
body trapped in the thin rubber having heated above
the normal body temperature, and particularly with her
blood rushing through her groin.  And it was juicy, in
this case from the load Byron had deposited before
him.
	That he was being fucked by the brother of his
girlfriend was not lost on Julia, and as she wrapped
her arms about the naked, panting, leering boy and
gyrated with the pain of having her swollen, recently
spent cock rubbed relentlessly in the trapped rubber,
she sought refuge in her femininity, in her capacity
to bring pleasure to the boy who was fucking her,
thanks to the fake pussy Spence Spudder had somehow
obtained.  She was unaware of course that it had come
from the boy who had knocked up his mother and had
taken her out for a romantic evening that very night
while her sons and husband were being fucked in a
hotel room and her pregnant daughter was likely being
double banged by a nigger and spic in some gutter
where those types did it.  Colin of course took
Julia's grimacing and thrusting in pain to be in
pleasure, and he lauded his masculinity and
superiority over the useless faggot wanna be woman
beneath him.
	He was pumping his seed up her fake pussy when Theo
and Freddy Rabb arrived from their dates.  Big Theo
pulled out his cock, and bragging that he'd just made
his girl squirm with delight, proceeded to shove it up
Goosey's ass with the vow that he'd make him squeal
with pleasure just as he'd done his girl.  Considering
the size of his thick cock, Francois was disappointed
that the teen had not chosen him, but maybe he still
would that night.  In the meantime, he was delighted
to lie on his back beside his brother and spread his
legs for Byron Baynham, and he pushed out as the horny
teenager eased his cock up his ass just as he'd
earlier shoved his cock up his brother's fake cunt.  
As Byron began to pump his hips to and fro and his
fine, dark brown hair bounced about his ears and the
bangs swept down in front of his face, Francois
contracted his sphincter and trembled with the delight
of having it stretched and that hot spot deep up his
rectum that drove him crazy stroked.
	As for Freddy, as he took his place between Julia's
legs, he was able to verify to the others in the room
that it did indeed feel like the real thing, having
just had his cock up his girl that very night.  Nobody
there disputed either claim, that he'd fucked his girl
and that the fake cunt was real, and least of all
Julia.  Of course it was real.  It had to be.  He was
no faggot.  He was a woman.  And that the cock ramming
in and out of her cum-filled pussy had just been up
another woman's pussy, maybe still sticky with her
cunt slime, sent a shiver of arousal through Julia's
groin as her raw, irritated cock began to spurt a
second time and he whimpered with the sensation, much
to Freddy's delight.     

*****
Thanks to Billy for suggesting the plots involving
Julian, Annette and Cory in this story.  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 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 Callie Dean
with a supporting cast of Jonah, Lane and Spence,
Nicole Halder, Molly, Trang and Ashley, Nick Dawson,
Nat and Darien Wilson, Emma and Elijah Dean, Aunt Rosa
and Uncle Rafael, Juanita, Luther, and Lucy, Ramon
Carlos, and of course Lad, Rocky, Shep, Dobe and the
star of the series, Cory Wilson. 

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