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Subject: {ASSM} "Teacher Part 48" (nc, mc, f/f, Mf)
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Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 01:10:02 -0500
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TEACHER - PART FORTY-EIGHT

   By Daemon Way

   daemonway@yahoo.ca

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

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

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

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

   "Well, his ears might not be working, but his dink sure is," giggled
Trang.

   "That is like so funny.  An old man like that popping a boner!"

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

   "Did you see how that last guy was drooling when he looked at us?"

   "Oh yeah, and did you see the daggers in his wife's eyes?"

   "Probably jealous cuz she can't turn guys on anymore with her body."

   "Or angry that her husband has the hots for us."

   "As if a skanky old man like that would have a chance with us."

   "It's so pathetic that they all think they might."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Sometimes," Trang admitted.  "When I'm extra hot."

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

   "So am I."

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

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

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

   "Yeah," Trang replied, surprised Molly would ask something like that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Me neither," confessed Molly.  "Would you like to try doing each
other?"

   "Sure."

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

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

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

   "Sorry."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yeah, this is Eli.  Give me a call.  I got a pair of sweet presents for
ya."

   ********

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