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From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca>
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Subject: {ASSM} "Teacher Part 51" (nc, mc, M/F/tb)
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Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 01:10:06 -0500
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TEACHER - PART FIFTY-ONE

   By Daemon Way

   daemonway@yahoo.ca

   Nick's jaw dropped and his heart sank as the fourteen-year-old boy
stared at Molly through the two-way window in disbelief.  How could she? 
How could she reveal his most intimate secret of all, and to someone she'd
badmouthed daily to him and had confided that she could not stand and only
chummed around with because beside her she looked good?  She'd laughed that
every girl wants a group of followers who blindly worship and follow her,
which Trang did.

   He'd shared his secret with her one night cuddled up on her sofa in the
family room, yeah, in part because he was hoping by showing his vulnerable
side and being totally honest he might make out with her, he was a
fourteen-year-old virgin after all, but mostly it was because he truly
believed they were totally in love and lovers shared their most intimate
thoughts and feelings.  Molly had just finished telling him how overbearing
and critical her father was and how meek her mother was, letting him boss
the two of them around and make all the decisions, right down to when and
what they ate and what they wore.  His overbearing control had resulted in
her wetting the bed as a child, and even now she had bouts of major
depression during which she felt totally helpless and totally unable to
make a decision.

   "That girl needs her backside paddled but good," observed Eli, "and I'm
just the man to do it!" He punctuated his claim with a loud burp.  Callie
had an order of fried chicken and grits brought in for them while they'd
filmed the gang bang of the two girls.

   "Oh, I think a girl like that needs a whole lot more than just a
paddling, brother," observed Callie.

   "I suspect you're right.  So what are we going to do to punish Miss
Tell-It-All for her loose tongue?"

   "Have her do something totally humiliating that she'd never want anyone
to know, something bigger than her deepest secret," suggested Cory without
really thinking as he stared at Molly and Trang.  "Like maybe something
with a door knob." The three adults and Nick turned to look at him.  "I
read this story," he explained.  "About a girl who was a real tease,
getting guys all horny and expecting to make out but never letting them do
anything, especially her boyfriend."

   "That sure does sound like our girl in there," Eli observed as he mopped
up the gravy with a sourdough biscuit and popped it in his mouth.

   "So one day her boyfriend had enough so he locked her up in this room
and gave her this Spanish fly stuff that made her super horny, and then
went to find some friends to gang bang her.  Well things happened and it
took longer than he figured and she was so desperate she used her fingers
but that wasn't enough, so she tried whatever she could find, her tube of
lipstick, a hair brush handle, the leg of a chair.  When her boyfriend and
his friends finally came back they found she'd screwed herself to death on
the door knob." It was in one of the magazines Anthony's father had. 
Neither had cared much for the story actually.

   Callie, Eli and Billy had all heard versions of the same story,
supposedly true, but they suspected it was more likely one of those urban
legends that were passed on from person to person that were totally false
but people believed.  "Well," said Callie with a sympathetic glance at
Nick, "that would be a fine punishment, but I'm afraid there's not really
any such thing as Spanish Fly.  Oh, there is, but it's an irritant, not the
aphrodisiac it's touted to be, and taken internally it can kill you.  And
as for a girl masturbating with a door knob until she dies, well, I think
that's mostly some boy's overactive imagination.  It's impossible to screw
yourself to death honey child."

   "Would be a great way to go though," Eli observed, getting a swat on the
side of the head from his sister.

   "There are aphrodisiacs, but none that make a woman that desperate, or
work that quickly," observed Billy.  Nick was disappointed to hear that. 
He wondered just what sort of relationship Billy had with his mother that
he could talk about sex like that so openly.  Of course given Callie's
profession he supposed he shouldn't be that surprised.

   "There are other ways to get a girl horny," Cory observed as he studied
Molly, and they nodded in agreement though Billy was the only one thinking
what Cory was, and even there he had no idea how Cory did those sorts of
things.  "And it doesn't have to be a door knob exactly.  What I was
thinking was more like getting her so hot she begs Nick to do her but he
refuses and she's so desperate she has no choice but to use her fingers on
herself in front of him, or maybe a dildo or something like that."

   "Now, you know, that's not a bad idea," Eli said with a smile.  Not
being the handsomest of boys in his youth, he knew about rejection by
popular girls like Molly.  The idea of her desperately abusing herself in
front of her boyfriend who after months of teasing had rejected her was not
bad.  Even better would be if the boy had a hardon showing he was horny too
but chose not to satisfy his need with her.  The thought caused a twitch in
the man's trousers.  Mind you, it did not take much to cause a twitch down
there, especially if it involved young girls and boys.  "That's one bright
boy you have there, Billy."

   "Oh, that I know," Billy said with a grin.  He'd said many times he
liked the way Cory's thirteen-year-old mind thought.

   "I like it," observed Nick softly.

   "Don't you worry honey child, that girl will pay for the way she's
treated you, and for betraying your trust in her," Callie observed.

   "So you got something like a pill or a drink or something that will make
Molly think we're giving her an aphrodisiac but that won't, you know, mess
up her mind or nothing?" Cory asked.

   "Oh, I think we can hustle up something, honey," Callie said with a
smile.  Of course she had ready access to a wide variety of drugs, but she
agreed with the way Cory was thinking.  It would be far better if Molly's
actions weren't the result of some mind-altering drug.  Five minutes later
she returned with a birth control pill, which she said Molly should be
taking anyway and wouldn't do her any harm, and a tube of Extra Heat, a
muscle liniment her girls used on themselves after they'd had a
particularly strenuous workout with a customer, or sometimes used on a
customer's penis to give him an added little charge.  She said it would
make Molly's pussy grow warm, and with a little mental suggestion it might
get her aroused though not as strongly as in Cory's story.  Of course she
had no way of knowing Cory's powers of persuasion.

   "Now we just need something for her to frig herself with," Eli observed,
pointing the drumstick he was eating at Molly.  Cory stared at the
half-eaten chicken leg and slowly began to grin.  Noticing his focus, the
others began to grin also.  "Boy, that is gross!" Eli observed
appreciatively.

   "Oh yeah," Cory agreed, his grin widening.

   Billy arranged to have one of his friends take Trang home, warning her
of course that she was not to tell anyone what had happened to her or he
would cut out her tongue.  He had no intention of doing so of course, and
nor did she, and that had nothing to do with him showing her his knife in
its leg scabbard.  She was not about to tell anyone she'd been gang banged
by the biggest nerds and losers in Lincoln Junior High.  As for her
parents, if her mother ever found out, her mother would be totally
devastated, and her father would certainly blame her and throw her out of
the house, maybe even send her to live with his brother in Cambodia where
he often said children knew their proper place unlike Western youth.

   Molly hesitated to take the pill until Callie told her it was in case
any of the boys had a sexual disease.  That comment hadn't been planned and
added to the stress the fourteen-year-old was already feeling, which was a
nice touch Nick figured as he watched from the adjoining room.  Being told
the salve was to ease the pain of any scratches or scrapes from being
raped, Molly willingly pushed down her panties and spread her legs,
exposing her raw, aching pussy to the hidden cameras as Callie knelt down
and applied an ample coating of the Extra Heat to her labia and up her
vagina.

   "Where is Trang?"

   "Billy's arranged for her to be taken home."

   "Did you give her a pill and salve too?  Those boys did stuff to her
too."

   "Silly child, those boys were all virgins up until this afternoon.  You
needn't worry about catching any STD's from them."

   "But you said. . . ."

   "Just to make sure you took the pill girl."

   "What did you give me?" Molly asked in alarm.  As the door opened, she
looked at it with apprehension, and as Eli, Cory and Nick walked in she
quickly closed her legs and pulled down her skirt to hide her pussy.

   "What my sister just gave you was an aphrodisiac," Eli said with a
smile. He was carrying a paper plate with a half-eaten drumstick which he
placed on the stand beside the bed as he looked down at her.  "You know
what that is girl?" Molly nodded slowly.  She sort of knew what it was. 
Girls talked about boys slipping it in a girl's drink or her food to get
her hot so she would make out with them.

   "It's really quite pleasant," Callie said with a reassuring smile.  "It
begins with a nice warm feeling between your legs." The liniment was fast
absorbing, especially when applied where she'd applied it, and she knew
Molly would already be feeling the effects.  "As it's absorbed it gets
hotter and hotter, and the heat goes deeper and deeper, until you just have
to have a man inside you."

   "Why are you doing this to me?" Molly sobbed.  Her labia suddenly felt
very warm.

   "Why, you brought this all on yourself girl," Eli said, "flashing all
those young, innocent boys, driving them out of their mind with desire
until they just had to do something.  That is reason enough, never mind
also betraying your boyfriend's trust in you, revealing his most intimate
secrets."

   "He revealed mine too," Molly replied in defence, spreading her legs in
an effort to cool off her pussy and shifting her weight on the bed
uncomfortably as she glared at Nick.

   "Starting to burn, isn't it honey?" Callie observed with a smile,
knowing that the burning action of the Extra Heat would be augmented by
Molly's active teenage imagination.

   "You started it," Nick retorted.  "Telling Trang I masturbated.  And
then telling all those other things.  You shouldn't have.  Especially not
the last thing, about my uncle."

   Molly didn't know what to say.  The burning between her legs was getting
stronger, making it difficult to think straight.  She tried to remember
just what she'd said.  She'd been so angry with him for not helping save
her and for not defending her against those nerds, and she'd been so
scared. The secret about him masturbating and the secret about his uncle,
she was sure she'd told Trang when they'd been alone, not in front of the
boys nor in front of him.  Trang must have told him on the way out, though
why she'd do so she had no idea, but then Trang wasn't the brightest bulb
around the room.  There was no other explanation.  She pressed her legs
together tightly, squeezing her labia.  She could feel her blood throbbing
through them.  She squeezed tighter.

   "There's no point in resisting it.  You want to feel your boyfriend
inside you," Eli said, having noticed her flexing her legs.  With the short
skirt she'd chosen to wear that weekend it was impossible to hide the
movement of her legs.  "Unless you want me to satisfy that itch for you
instead.  We both know how you love Eli's big black salami."

   Yeah, right, in his dreams.  That was the last thing she loved, and the
last thing she wanted at the moment.  He was fat and ugly and his breath
stank of tobacco.  Every time he'd made her do it with him she'd felt like
puking and no matter how long she showered afterward she never felt clean.
Being forced to do it in the privacy of his security office was bad enough,
but doing it there in the bedroom in front of Nick and the others would be
totally repulsive, never mind embarrassing.  Mind you his cock was bigger
than Nick's, longer and fatter.  It would satisfy the itch between her legs
a lot better, and he had been screwing her for the past three months so it
wouldn't be as if it was something new.

   Nick, on the other hand, was closer to her age which made it more
decent, and he loved her, or at least he had until this afternoon.  It
would be a lot more pleasant having his cock inside her than Eli's.  She
had fantasized about the two of them doing it at sometime of course.  They
were boyfriend and girlfriend and that was what lovers did.  She thought
about those night time fantasies as she'd lain in bed fingering herself
before falling asleep.  Those fantasies had always turned her on, and just
the thought of them now made her pussy throb with desire.  As much as she
wanted it, she couldn't do it with him though, not in front of the others.
That would be coarse.  It would satisfy the itch between her legs though.

   At least doing it with him would be more pleasant that it had been doing
it with those losers, Jerome, Wilbur, Dylan, and Ben.  He wasn't a loser
like them.  He was good looking, and though on the slender side he had nice
body, unlike the others who'd done her.  Thinking back to when he'd pushed
down his trousers and underwear that afternoon and her first sight of his
thing, she pictured it in her mind.  It would feel great inside her.  She
needed it.  She inhaled deeply and shuddered with desire, and then with
shame.  How could she even consider such a thing?  Doing it with him in
front of the others, and especially after what he'd done to her, rejecting
her for Trang.  What had she been thinking?  It had to be the aphrodisiac
Callie had given her.  God, she needed a cock inside her.  She needed it
bad.  It had to be the aphrodisiac.  She'd never referred to a boy's thing
by that vulgar word before.

   Cory smiled as he concentrated harder, picking up her feelings and
doubling them and sending them back to her, supporting her disgust and
embarrassment and then accenting her need, throwing her mind into total
confusion so she didn't know what to think.  The harder she tried to ignore
the thoughts he was bombarding her the more frustrated she was becoming,
and the stronger those feelings of disgust and of lust were.  Without
realizing it she began to breathe harder.  Her pussy was pulsating hotter
and hotter, faster and faster, and burning deeper and deeper up her vagina,
deep where only a cock could reach, where only a cock could satisfy her. 
She needed cock.  She needed a thick, hot load of fresh cum spurting up her
burning cunt to put out the fire.  Nick would do it if she begged him.  She
couldn't though.  Not after the things he'd said about her.  Not after he'd
chosen Trang over her.  So that left Eli.  Eli had done her plenty of
times. He'd do it.  But she couldn't.  Not there in front of his sister! 
Not there in front of Nick and Cory!  Her cunt ached so badly she could not
think straight.  The vulgar words coming to her mind were proof of that. 
She never used language like that, not even when thinking to herself.  It
was weird, as if she had two minds inside her head, hers and another
vulgar, demanding one, and the vulgar one was the stronger.

   "Nick?" she asked weakly.  He looked at her blankly.  "I'm sorry.  I
really am," she said, swallowing her pride.  "I ...  I was just scared. 
You know, locked up here, not knowing what was going to happen.  Trang
won't tell anyone the things I told her.  I swear.  I'll see to it.  We're
best friends.  I need you."

   "You and I are finished."

   "Please," she begged, dropping to her knees and looking up at him with
those big brown doe-like eyes.

   Nick was tempted, very tempted.  After all he'd been trying to get into
her panties for the past eight months, ever since they'd begun dating last
June at the end of his grade eight year.  He could have it now.  She was
hot for him.  And doing her in front of the others would be just punishment
for holding out on him.  The idea had been to refuse her, to humiliate her
like she'd humiliated him, but, but he knew how humiliating it had been
already for her to beg him like that.

   "Eli?" she pleaded as she turned and looked up at him.

   Eli?  She was so desperate she'd ask that fat, ugly old man?  She didn't
want him.  She wanted dick, and it didn't matter whose.  His sympathy and
temptation were replaced by contempt and anger.  How could he have
considered doing her?  She deserved to suffer.  Suffer like he had this
afternoon.

   "I don't think so girl," Eli responded.  "I'm not sticking my cock up
your cunt after it's been filled with all that young boy slime." Actually
the idea turned him on, a lot.  She had no idea how difficult it was for
him to turn her down.

   "Nick, I'm so sorry!" Molly said, turning back to him and looking up at
him with her big brown doe eyes and a look of helplessness.  It always
worked before.  "I really want you.  I'm sorry I've been holding out on
you, really.  I ...  I just . . .  you know how it is for girls." She was
so confused.  She wanted to have sex so badly, more badly that she could
have ever imagined, yet to do it in front of everyone was disgusting.  She
ached between her legs like she'd never ached before, but that ache was
just as perverted as it was erotic.  She was also angry, angry with Nick
for the way he looked down at her with disgust.  Where did he get off
thinking that she deserved to suffer like he'd suffered that afternoon, and
accusing her of hurting him?  She furrowed her brow.  Now why had she had
those weird thoughts?

   Cory suddenly realized that in the hyper tense room he'd picked up
Nick's thoughts with his headband and still having a link with Molly had
shared them with her.  For a moment he was in a panic.  What other thoughts
had he picked up and transmitted to her?  How could he stop from picking up
her thoughts and transmitting them to Nick and everyone else?  How could he
stop his own thoughts from being transmitted, especially his thoughts about
his thoughts, and about the headband?  Fuck, he'd just thought about the
headband!  Talk about revealing your deepest secrets!  Had anyone else
picked up that thought?  He should remove it, but if he did, that would be
so obvious.

   "What your boyfriend needs girl is some down home loving," Callie
observed, putting an arm about the trembling, confused fourteen-year-old
boy torn between teenage lust and anger over his hurt pride.  She slowly
guided him toward the bed.

   Molly glanced at Eli desperately.  "Callie's right," he said.  "Your
boyfriend has a powerful load of healing to do after what you done to him."
She wanted to scream as he and Callie eased Nick down onto the bed.  He had
healing to do?  What about her!  What about what had been done to her?  She
looked at Cory.

   "Hey, don't look at me.  You never did turn me on."

   Molly looked at him in disbelief.  She never did turn him on?  But she
turned every boy on.  What was he, a faggot?  He'd never struck her as
being a fairy.  Good-looking, athletic, smart, and outgoing, he had
everything a boy needed to attract girls and he had a lot of friends, boys
and girls.  He was also self-assured and dared to be an individual unlike
the rest of the boys in grade eight, which explained why her popularity and
charms didn't work on him like it did other boys.  Or it could be because
he was queer.  That suited her better than the other reasons why he didn't
lust after her like every other boy.

   "As for you, honey child, what you need is some sweet, tender loving,
not a quicky with some hot-to-trot tart who just want to use you," Callie
said as she unbuttoned Nick's shirt.  She slowly leaned forward, kissing
him on the cheeks, and on the lips, softly and tenderly.  She was right. 
He wanted love, not sex.  Doing it with her would really fix Molly,
choosing a forty-five-year-old black woman over her, doing it with her
there in front of Molly while she was aching to have sex with him herself.
That would really be fitting.  The woman was way old, older than his
mother, but she had awesome boobs, bigger than any woman's he'd ever seen,
and skilful fingers.  She was delicately caressing his smooth chest and
playing with his nipples as Eli slipped his shirt over his shoulders.  He
was ugly as sin and even older than Callie, probably as old as his
grandfather, but he could sense a tenderness about the man, a tenderness
he'd sensed in his uncle years ago, when he was five.

   Unbuttoning the back of Callie's dress and easing it off her shoulders
and down to her waist, he hesitantly reached out for her boobs and taking
one in each hand, he squeezed the pendulous but still firm flesh.  They
were so big, like watermelons.  Realizing he'd been holding his breath, he
let it out with a wheeze.  With her guidance and encouragement, he sat
there on the bed massaging them, squeezing them and caressing them, running
his fingertips over them gently, barely touching them as she barely touched
his chest.  He snuggled down and kissed them and licked them, running his
tongue over them and lapping at her teats, two chocolate brown buds that
quickly grew firm, just as he'd imagined doing to Molly hundreds of times
as he'd jerked off at night.  Eli meanwhile massaged his back and his
shoulders, working the tension out of them.  Nick could feel his breath
against his nape, and then his lips gently kissing the back of his neck and
his shoulders.  He'd never been kissed by a guy before, but he didn't mind
it.  Callie reached down and pulled down his fly and unbuckled his belt. 
Opening up the clasp, she slipped her fingers between his legs and cupped
his balls and swelling cock inside his boxers.  As she caressed his
package, he felt it quickly begin to swell.

   The itch between Molly's legs had become unbearable.  Taking her eyes
off Nick and glancing back at Cory, she discovered he'd left the room. 
Well, she'd leave too.  She'd find someone who could take care of the
desire burning between her legs, someone who'd appreciate her.  Getting up
and heading to the door, she discovered to her dismay it was locked again.
She was trapped there all alone, alone with Eli and Callie making out with
her boyfriend.  She wanted to join them, to become part of their
lovemaking, but she knew if she tried they'd rebuff her.  So she stood
there staring at them helplessly, the heat between her legs increasing with
every passing second.

   Nick could not believe what was happening, nor how he was feeling.  His
girl, the girl he'd been trying to make out with for months, was standing
there hopping from foot to foot she was so antsy to get off.  He knew that
she'd readily spread her legs for him in an instant.  To his surprise and
disbelief, he not only didn't care, but he no longer wanted it.  His
feelings for her, the lust he'd felt when they were necking and the love
he'd felt when they cuddled, were totally gone.  He knew that if he did
have sex with her now it would simply be because she needed it, because she
wanted it.  It would be completely and totally for her.  It would have
nothing to do with him.  Their whole relationship had never had anything to
do with him.  It was always her, just her.  He was just another one of her
blind worshippers, except he was male.

   Of even greater disbelief was that a forty-five-year-old black woman,
the madam of a whore house, was pushing down the front of his boxers and
her fifty-nine-year-old brother was pushing down the back.  Of greatest
disbelief of all, he wanted to have sex with both of them!  He really did.
He wanted to have sex with these two adults three or four times his age
that he barely knew more than with his girl whom he'd been dating for eight
months and who had shared with him her deepest secrets!  As he watched the
woman's slender, long-nailed, black fingers wrap about his cock and the
man's large, black hands reach around and caress his chest, his cock
throbbed and jerked with desire and his nipples burned with arousal.  As
she slowly and gently stroked his stiff cock and her brother fiddled with
his nipples, he felt an intense pleasure pulsating out from his groin and
from his two irritated teats.  The woman leaned forward and kissed his
smooth chest and slipping her lips over his right nipple she began to suck
on it, sending sharp stabs of arousal through the swollen flesh.  The man's
hands slowly descended, slipping over his ribs and his flat stomach, one to
replace the woman's fist that had been slowly stroking his cock, and the
other to cup and roll his balls.

   Molly could stand it no longer.  Pulling her skirt up, she began to rub
her burning labia furiously, the heat and itch between her legs now so
intense it hurt.  Whatever that was in the pill she'd taken and the lotion
that had been rubbed on her pussy, it had gotten her hotter than she'd ever
felt.  She had to have something in her pussy, and she had to have it now.
She inserted her middle finger as far as she could and began to finger fuck
herself.  Despite the physical pleasure and the copious flow of cunt juice
she was unsatisfied.  She sank in two fingers, her middle and index, and
when that failed to do the job, she added a third finger.  She pushed them
in as far as she could and withdrew them.  She rubbed her clit, sending
ripples of pleasure through her groin, but she needed something inside her,
something longer than her fingers.

   Spotting the half-eaten drumstick on the night table, she considered
using it.  Now that was gross!  Still, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
It was greasy so it would ease in her sore, abused pussy easily.  And it
was a bone after all, which she knew boys called their thing when it was
stiff, and it was fatter than her three fingers together.  It would
probably feel good.  Probably better than a boy's thing.  She shook her
head.  Where was she getting these thoughts?  That was so sick.  Despite
her revulsion, she could not help herself.  Her need was greater.  She
reached over and took the chicken leg and rubbed the fleshy end against her
swollen labia, coating it with her juices.  Ever so slowly she inserted it
up her vagina, all the way in as far as she could push it, and then
withdrew it.  She spread her legs and bent over to make it easier, at the
same time keeping her eye on the activity on the bed.  The thigh couldn't
penetrate her as far as Eli's thing could, but she could push it in deeper
than any of the nerds had been able to penetrate her, even Jerome
Eisenstein with his surprisingly long member.

   Meanwhile Callie had lain on her back and spread her legs and Nick had
assumed the missionary position above her, knees between her legs, forearms
and elbows on either side of her upper torso as he'd seen in porno
pictures. She had a dense bush, reddish brown, the same colour as the hair
on her head Nick noted.  She expertly guided him into position, and for the
second time that day and only the second time in his life he sank his
stiff, aching cock up a hot, pulsating pussy.  The first time he'd been
filled with anger and he'd sunk it up his girlfriend's best friend and had
pumped it in and out of the thirteen-year-old Cambodian in a fit of revenge
and spite.  This time he was aching with arousal and as he eased his cock
up Callie's hot, moist pussy he found himself filled with pleasure and the
desire to please the forty-five-year-old back madam as much as she was
pleasing him.

   That made all the difference in the world.  It was the whore who was old
enough to be his mother that was proving him the greater pleasure, not the
thirteen-year-old object of every junior high boy's dream.  Sinking his
stiff cock in until his balls were pushing against the cord between her
pussy and her asshole and his hairy pubes were meshing with hers, he paused
to enjoy the sensation of having his cock surrounded by hot, pulsating
flesh before easing it back out.  It was fucking awesome.  He sighed with
genuine pleasure as he sank his stiff, aching cock back up her pussy.

   Eli rubbed the tip of his thick black cock, dripping with pre-cum,
against Nick's asshole, lubing the boy's opening with his own sticky
juices. He was going to be delightfully tight, and just the thought had Eli
flowing profusely.  As Nick began to ease back, Eli held his position and
grasped his stiff cock by the base to keep it straight.  As the fat knob
pressed against Nick's asshole Eli whispered for him to go as slow as he
wanted and to push out with his abdomen to open up his hole.  As the
fourteen-year-old boy did so, he felt his sphincter open and Eli's slick
knob penetrate a bit further.  He was going to impale himself on the black
man's thick salami.  That should have been disgusting to the young teen,
but it wasn't.  It was erotic.  Another guy was going to have his cock up
his body.  Ever so slowly and with Eli's encouragement and guidance, Nick
backed up on his stiff, thick cock until he felt Eli's large black balls
pressing against the same cord connecting his balls and his asshole, and
Eli's coarse bush pressing against his tail bone.

   That was not the first time he'd had a man's cock up his ass.  As a
five-year-old he had enjoyed many times the pleasure his uncle had brought
him by rubbing his penis, and the pleasure he brought his uncle getting
fucked.  That had gone on for two years, but had suddenly stopped as
unexpected as it had begun.  He had wanted more and had tried to entice his
uncle to resume their secret play many times, but his uncle, feeling guilty
having sex with his sister's boy and worried about the legal ramifications
if he was ever found out, began avoiding him.  Nick, unable to understand
at that tender age, was at first angry, and then hurt by his uncle's
actions.  Feeling that his uncle had rejected him and assuming that somehow
he was responsible for his uncle discontinuing their relationship, he fell
into a major depression that neither his parents nor the doctors could
understand.  Later as a preteen and as a teenager he got erect every time
he thought about him and his uncle and he frequently masturbated to
thoughts of their sexual play and recollections of the pleasure.  He had at
times thought about doing it with young children, cousins and neighbours,
but before he ever took any action on those urges, a vague feeling of guilt
and shame passed over him and he rejected the impulses.

   Nick had of course confided in Molly, but Molly could not believe what
she was witnessing.  Her boyfriend was kneeling there on the bed humped
over the big-breasted black woman, his chest pressing against her boobs and
his cock buried deep up her pussy, while her brother, the man who'd been
fucking her for the past three months, had his cock shoved up his ass.  The
cock that had been shoved up her cunt so many times, was now shoved up her
boyfriend!  As he slowly drew his cock out of the woman, the man's cock
sank up his ass, and as he sank his young teenage cock up the black whore's
pussy, her brother's long, black cock eased out of his rectum.  It was bad
enough her boyfriend was having sex with someone else, never mind that it
was with a brother and sister who were old enough to be his parents.  Molly
rammed the chicken leg in and out of her pussy rapidly, in part out of
anger at Nick, and in part in desperation to satisfy the itch burning deep
up her vagina.  Her clit throbbed violently and sent shocks of pleasure
through her cunt.  It was pulsating like she'd never felt it throb before,
not when having sex with Eli nor with the cop who had raped her, not with
the nerds that afternoon, nor her sixty-nine with Trang.  Her juices were
flowing out of her slit as if a dam had been broken.  Why she was finding
such pleasure in this disgusting act and while her boyfriend was fucking
his balls off was a mystery, and most disturbing.

   Molly and Nick were not the only two who were turned on.  Billy's cock
was throbbing hotly in his trousers and was in bad need of attention as he
watched the thirteen-year-old standing there spread-eagled and ramming the
chicken leg in and out of her inflamed pussy while on the bed his mother
and favourite uncle were having their way with the girl's fourteen-year-old
boyfriend.  That was so totally obscene!  Cory, who was snapping still
pictures through the two-way mirror while Billy filmed the action in the
adjoining room by controlling the four cam recorders strategically placed
around the room to provide views in all four directions, was feeling just
as randy, maybe even randier as he picked up the soaring desire from the
four people in the adjoining room along with Billy's and did his best to
augment the pleasure each was feeling.

   Callie did not need much augmenting.  She loved sex, and had been raised
since the age of eight with the belief that sex was God's greatest gift to
the human race, and to be practised and celebrated in all of its many forms
and as often as one can.  That was something which she fully believed and
fully practised.  She especially loved introducing others to the joy of
sex, boys such as young Nick and young girls such as Molly.  The bountiful
energy and wide-eyed awe of the young kept her thinking and feeling young
herself.  On this occasion, that pleasure was even more pronounced, through
Cory's efforts of course.

   Eli didn't need much augmenting either, having been raised by the same
mother and with the same philosophy as his sister, and adopting it just as
fully.  He had been introduced to the world of sex and of incest by his
father as a preschooler, and he and his father had introduced Callie to
both when she was eight.  Like Callie, he loved sex in all its forms, but
he especially liked it if it was non-consentual, largely because with his
looks that had often been the only way he'd been able to engage in sex.  He
especially enjoyed it if it was with a young and haughty individual, the
type that had put him down for his looks and lack of schooling as a boy and
as a man.  Most of all, he particularly enjoyed it if it was with the
young, boys or girls, because to them sex was exciting and mysterious and
centred between the knees and the waist, an area where Eli was particularly
well endowed.

   As for Nick, he could not have felt better so Cory's projecting thoughts
and emotions were just more icing on the cake.  His girl, who had viciously
and unfaithfully broken their sacred trust was standing there totally alone
and forced to satisfy herself, something she'd taken great delight in
telling him Ashley and Trang did, and something she said only girls who
were losers did.  To make it even more delightful, she was satisfying
herself with a half-eaten chicken leg, and best of all, she was doing it
while watching him having the best sex of his life.  With her snobbish
attitude and her prudish values she would never be able to enjoy the
pleasures he was.  His stiff cock was throbbing with such force it felt
like it was a second heart, and his asshole itched and burned with an
exquisite pleasure he'd never before imagined it could as Eli's fat cock
slid in and out of his rectum.  As he felt himself approaching that
blissful peak that until this day he'd only achieved by his own hand, he
began to pump his hips to and fro faster, driving his cock up Callie's cunt
as he slid up Eli's cock, and then impaling himself on the black man's
rigid member as he drew his cock back out of Callie's cunt.  Feeling him
pick up the tempo, Callie and Eli both restrained him, and introduced the
fourteen-year-old boy to the intense pleasure-pain of prolonging his
ejaculation.

   Molly, given the heightened need that had been induced in her mind by
Cory combined with the pure sexuality in the room, reached her climax
first, but it did not come near to satisfying her so desperate was her
need. And so she stood there in the middle of the bedroom, her skirt hiked
up about her waist, the half-eaten chicken leg rammed as far up her cunt as
she could stick it, her swollen labia throbbing and dripping with cunt
juice and with an ache still deep up her vagina.  It was of course an
imagined need, planted by Callie's supposed administration of an
aphrodisiac and supported by Cory's projected thoughts and emotions.

   She stood there helplessly as she watched Callie and Eli, experts at
making love, bring Nick to that peak twice and then snatch it away from
him. Now, as he reached it the third time and they made no attempt to quell
the desire that had built up between his legs, the three of them exploded
together in a blast of lust and pleasure the likes of which Cory had never
before felt and which he transmitted to Molly and to Billy who unable to
stand it any longer had pulled his cock out and was rapidly pounding it as
he filmed the scene in the adjoining room.  As Molly stood there dejected
and unsatisfied, she mindlessly eased the chicken leg out of her vagina,
and holding it up as if hypnotised, she began to eat the cunt-slime coated
leg as she watched her boyfriend trembling with the most powerful orgasm of
his life.

   `Now that,' thought Cory as a smile curled his lips, `should teach her a
lesson!'

   ********

   Thanks to Caroline for suggesting the plot in this story which began in
48 and concludes in this part.  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 Winthrop, 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, the nerds of Lincoln
Junior High (Fats Fortillini, Peter Manchester, Dwayne Hainsworth, Jerome
Eisenstein, Wilbur Thornton and Dylan Ingles) and of course Lad, Rocky,
Shep, Dobe and the star of the series, Cory Wilson.

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