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TEACHER - PART SIXTY-ONE

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	Unaware that his oldest son and daughter with the
help of his wife's fourteen-year-old lover were
exacting revenge against John Halder for his wrongful
dismissal, Julius Gilles was, at the moment that John
Halder was filling Julius's son's ass with a hot load
of cum, naked, sweaty and horny as a teenage boy as he
engaged in his school's soccer team's mid-game team
bonding and good luck ritual.  They had been leading
their opposition, Saint Patrick's, the strongest team
in the league next to themselves, throughout the first
half of the final game of the season and were at the
moment five points ahead.  They'd not only had the
psychological advantages of being undefeated all
season and of playing in their own gym, but also of
the Gilles Outreach School for Exceptional Youth being
located in a converted old warehouse on the edge of
the Industrial Park beside Baldwin Park, a
neighbourhood even the most streetwise were leery
about being in never mind the children and parents of
a rich, upper-middle-class school like Saint
Patrick's.  It was a neighbourhood where many of his
students did business, with Baldwin Park, Riverside's
lower socioeconomic class district, being where many
of his students lived.
	Julius had been despondent and desperate when the
idea of starting up a school for youth who were turned
off by school had popped into his head.  As was his
nature when he got an idea, he went full steam ahead
with it and soon discovered that there was a need for
just such a school, with its own unique rules and
structure to accommodate the needs and interests of
the delinquents, addicts, and unwed mothers who made
up the student body, the students who could not handle
the regular school day with bells and routines and who
could not relate to suit-and-tie, white middle class
teachers who had no idea what sort of lives they were
living.  A grossly overweight forty-six-year-old
teacher with a Maltese cross haircut and a black-dyed
scalp with a fondness for shit, piss, and dogs, and
with a pregnant teenage daughter, a gaunch-sniffing
eight-year-old girl, a Goth faggot son, and a
cross-dressing she-male, Julius was far from a typical
teacher or administrator.
	The team bonding pre-game, mid-game, and post-game
ritual they'd established was far from typical either.
As they burst into the locker room at half time with
their five point lead the GOSEY Ganders were in great
spirits.  Quickly stripping bare ass naked, they gave
their coach, who had also stripped, a group hug,
rubbing their hot, sweaty, muscular teenage bodies
against him, their smooth, hard chests rubbing against
the older man's hairy, jiggling breasts and his hairy
back, their strong, muscular thighs rubbing against
his flabby ones, and their flat, six-pack teenage abs
rubbing against his blubbery gut and against his fat
ass.  They offered up their hairy, sweaty armpits to
their coach to sniff and to lick, and as he dropped to
his knees those who'd been the top players in the
first half offered up their hot sweaty balls for him
to fondle, sniff and lick.  It was a good luck ritual,
a celebration of their mid-game success, and a
reaffirmation of their masculinity and their
comradeship as a team.  Nobody knew exactly who'd come
up with the idea, but it was a ritual they'd begun
prior to the very first game, most of them at that
time admittedly reluctant and embarrassed by the
homoerotic overtones.  They had, however, engaged in
it with more and more enthusiasm and faith with each
game they'd won and now every player eagerly and
willingly participated.
	Similarly nobody knew where the idea of their top
players pissing into the team's trophy cup their coach
had boughten them after winning their very first game
and then passing it around for each player to anoint
his pits to absorb the top players' strength and
virility before passing it to their coach to
chug-a-lug the remainder of the strong, deep yellow
power drink had come from, but to be one of those to
piss in the cup was an honour that each strived for
with each game until it came to the point where their
skills had been so perfected it was impossible to name
just one or two players as having outperformed the
others.
	So at the midpoint of that final game, three players
held the trophy cup before them and emptied their
bladders and after everyone had sprinkled their sweaty
armpits, Goosey downed the remaining putrid, deep
yellow piss willingly and amongst the cheers of his
devoted players.  The three players having sweated
profusely under the hot California sun and with their
exertion, their piss was concentrated and the odour
and taste sharp but Julius drank down the warm brew as
if it were the finest wine.  Julius had no idea if the
ritual had anything to do with having gone from
coaching the biggest losers of the year the previous
year to coaching a team that had not lost a single
game, but he was not about to question his change in
fortune while on a winning streak, and certainly not
now during their final game for the championship. 
Wiping the foul-tasting piss from his lips with the
back of his hand, he slipped his fingers under his
pits and flapped his arms as he stood there buck naked
in the middle of his players and gave the team a GOSEY
honk and his players did the same.
	There were many reasons for the turnaround of
Julius's fortunes.  For one, he'd always had a love
for the game if not a great coaching skill, and this
past year it seemed like he was constantly coming up
with new and effective playing strategies that just
kept popping into his head, thanks of course
unbeknownst to him to Cory.  For another, he had
changed his coaching practices and attitude, just as
he'd changed his teaching techniques and attitude
toward students, both of which had also just come to
him while relaxing at home in the evening.  He
justified the marked change in his behaviour and
philosophy as having been necessary for the types of
students he was now dealing with compared to Lincoln
Junior High and the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys. 
In place of sarcasm and putdowns were now praise and
encouragement, and in place of fear and punishment
were hope and rewards, both in the classroom and on
the soccer field.  Today was a good example. 
Realizing his students' minds would be on the big
championship game, instead of forcing them to come to
school today or just allowing the soccer team to skip
classes so they could practice like in the regular
school system, he'd given the entire school, soccer
players and non soccer players, students and teachers,
the day off.  The result of course was that almost the
entire school had come out to support the team,
another reason for their extra effort that evening.
	Another factor was that he had a team of boys who
were hard and muscular and naturally aggressive and
physical compared to the pampered and self-indulgent
students at Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys whose main
purpose of having a fit body was to attract girls and
their aggressiveness was for short-term and personal
gain.  His new students were also unaccustomed to
excelling at anything or getting praise, so they were
ecstatic with each success on the soccer field and
practised all the harder for the next game.  Besides,
while the RGAB soccer team had been filled with
dissension and discontent, the GOSEY Ganders were
unified and passionately loyal to each other and to
their coach.  And, while the RGAB team had been lead
by a captain who hadn't wanted the position and whose
promotion by his father had been resented by his
teammates, and who'd lost his passion for the game,
the GOSEY Ganders had a skilful and natural leader as
team captain, Chang Tse-tung, a handsome, lean,
fifteen-year-old gang leader from Riverside's
Chinatown.
	As gang leader, he regularly did business with Billy
Dean, who had sweetened their arrangement by
introducing Chang to his fifteen-year-old, pregnant
wife, the daughter of his coach and school principal,
who had been told to give the handsome young teen a
blow job whenever he wanted, and being a typically
horny fifteen-year-old boy and delighting in being
blown by a sweet-faced, cock-hungry white girl like
Annette, Chang wanted it frequently.  Unbeknownst to
him or Annette, Billy and Juan had also decided that
he would father Annette's next baby after the Chouan
brothers, figuring Chang and Annette would produce a
very attractive Chinese-American regardless if the
child was male or female.
	Of course the grandfather of Chang's future first
child was totally unaware of what his daughter was
doing with the captain of his soccer team, or of the
future plans of his sons-in-law.  His fat body
glistening with his own sweat and that of his team,
including Chang's, he was at the moment nuzzling the
boy's skunky armpit, inhaling the sour fragrance and
lapping up the rivulet's of salty sweat trickling down
from the slim but muscular Chinese boy's hairy well. 
Having played especially hard that first half, the
fifteen-year-old had worked up a good sweat.  His
salty perspiration had a unique spicy tang, the result
of the salt and pepper cuttlefish and deep-fried pork
balls he'd eaten for lunch.  While the other players
rubbed their hot, sweaty bodies against his, Julius
bent over and ran his tongue over the broad, smooth,
muscular chest of the fifteen-year-old boy, delighting
in and yet revolted by his spicy Chinese sweat.  He
tongued his tawny teats until they were both hard and
Chang's thick, teenage cock had begun to rise.
	Placing his hands on his coach's shoulders, Chang
pushed Julius down to his knees and he smiled smugly
as the sweating, pudgy white man sniffed at his hairy
balls just as eagerly as he'd sniffed his skunky pits.
 Nauseated by the smell and taste of the
yellow-skinned, slant-eyed Chink, and bewildered how
despite his disgust he was horny as hell and lusted
for the boy as normal men lusted after young women,
Julius licked and sucked on the boy's balls as if they
were as tasty as the pork balls Chang had eaten
earlier.  The boy's partially erect cock began to rise
and Julius turned his attention to it, slipping his
lips over the knob and beginning to suck.  He
delighted in the taste of the boy's flaccid cock and
in feeling the horny Chinese boy swelling with desire
in his mouth while at the same time he was filled with
shame and humiliation performing the perverted act on
a teenage boy, and nauseated that the cock in his
mouth was of a yellow-skinned gook.
	He was rewarded for his efforts by a quick spurt of
hot piss that Chang had held back in reserve for this
moment, knowing how his coach delighted in drinking it
fresh straight from the tap.  Julius did, and as he
swallowed the nitrogen-rich waste, his own cock began
to rise with arousal.  Nothing was more erotic than
drinking another man's piss straight out of his cock. 
Having become stiff, Chang pushed his hips forward,
driving his cock further into Julius's mouth, and as
Julius tightened his lips about the thick shaft of his
rigid, amber dink, Chang began to draw it back out. 
He sucked hungrily on the boy's cock as Chang began to
face fuck him and he swirled his tongue around the
boy's sensitive knob.
	Chang quivered with delight and wondered if Annette
had learned her skills in sucking cock from her
father.  Although he delighted in both females and
males, the fifteen-year-old boy saw himself as
favouring women, though in this case he was hard
pressed to say which was better, father or daughter. 
Many would consider what they were doing homosexual,
but the boys crowded around them saw it only as their
team captain getting his reward from his coach for an
excellent first half.  None of them considered Chang
as a faggot, nor their coach for that matter.  They
all knew Chang made out with the opposite sex, and
their coach was married and had children.  It was
simply a matter of rewarding Chang for his skills as
team captain that first half, and Chang rewarding
their coach for his coaching efforts, feeding him his
cock, and now a thick, copious load of cum down his
throat.  Chang grasped Julius's shaved head as he
threw back his own and grunted and snorted with the
pleasure of ejaculation and Julius eagerly swallowed
the Chinese boy's thick, spicy slime that tasted of
raw oyster and cuttlefish.
	Refreshed, the team and coach trotted back out onto
the field with even more confidence.  Although the
other team played hard and played well, they were no
match for the GOSEY Ganders.  At the end of the second
half as the team raised Chang on their shoulders and
cheered their captain and their coach for their final
win, and as he stood there in the centre of the field
with his boys and accepted the championship trophy,
Julius could still taste Chang's raw cock and spicy
jism.  Heading back to the locker room, they stripped
down once again and engaged in another group hug with
their coach in the middle and each of them rubbing his
hot, sweaty body against his soft, flabby flesh.  One
of them began to piss, spraying his coach, himself,
and his surrounding players with his hot, yellow
brine.  The pungent smell of hot, fresh piss ignited
the need in others and several more added their
streams to the golden shower.
	Dropping to his knees, Julius opened his mouth and
eagerly accepted the deep yellow stream of his
Captain, swallowing the putrid, pungent piss as fast
as he could.  As Chang finished, another player
stepped up to his human urinal.  It was a filthy,
animalistic orgy that had become a ritual with the
boys, an acceptable release of their pent up emotions
following the game.  One of the others stepped up to
the piss-drenched, piss-drunk coach and turned around.
 As the boy began to squat, Julius crouched down, and
as the boy slowly began to crap, Julius opened his
mouth, taking the stinking, deep brown turd in his
mouth.  As it continued to ease out of the boy's ass,
Julius swallowed it whole until it at last taper off
and he sucked the rest of it down his throat.  It was
quickly followed by a second and a third, and after
Julius licked the asshole of his player clean, the boy
was followed by another.
	Turned on by the eroticism of a man three times their
age and in a traditional position of authority
kneeling there and eating their classmates' shit,
several of the boys began to swell.  Normally boys
that age would be embarrassed, especially given the
homoeroticism of the situation, but for Goosey's
players the obvious lust was a natural outgrowth of
their natural teenage baseness, another natural bodily
function like pissing and crapping.  And so as their
coach crouched there before still another player and
willingly became his human toilet, several of the
players gathered around them and began to whack off,
and as Julius swallowed the last of the boy's foul,
pasty shit and licked his brown, crud-encrusted lips,
he was sprayed by hot, thick ropes of teenage cum, the
slime spattering his fat body and running in rivulets
down his jowls and over his flabby breasts.
	While Julius was engaging in the unconventional
post-game ritual with his players, Cory was hosting a
pre-graduation pool party for many of his fellow
classmates, former students of Julius's.  It was a
strange mix of students.  Some of the boys were
considered the biggest nerds and geeks of the school,
others were jocks which was one of the most esteemed
cliques in the junior high school culture, some were
members of the elite in-crowd, others were scholars
and on the fringe, and still others were loners and
totally on the outside.  They were sprawled around the
pool as only gangly, double-jointed teenagers can
sprawl, feasting on burgers, fries, and sodas, staples
for any junior high party, noisily chatting, necking,
and roughhousing in a scattering of pairs and small
groups, with rap music blaring at full volume from a
ghetto blaster somewhere.  It was a typical teenage
party, but there the similarity to other junior high
pre-graduation parties ended.  Unlike other parties,
these participants were stark naked as per the
practice on the Wilson-Dean Estate, and the boys
outnumbered the girls five to one, there being only
four girls present, Molly Vickers, Trang Ng, Ashley
Rowan, and Nicole Halder, and none of them looked like
they wanted to be there despite flirting and necking
with any boy who approached them.
	A large flat-screen monitor had been set up on the
patio and as Cory announced that the world premier of
"Leather and Lace" was about to be presented to kick
off the evening's activities, Molly and Trang glanced
at each other in horror.  Why quickly became evident. 
The video began with Molly Vickers dressed in a
frilly, pink dress and bonnet reminiscent of the far
south in the previous century acting all demure and
innocent and pampered as the "plantation owner's
daughter," the owner being a cameo played by Julius
Gilles.  She looked the part with her billowing,
frilly dress and with her long, curly tresses and big
doe-like brown eyes.  The screen personality was far
from the one that her classmates knew, that of a
strutting, arrogant, sassy teenage girl, an undisputed
leader among girls, confident of her feminine charms
and leading the boys about by the nose, or more
accurately, by their stiff dicks.  The Molly Vickers
on the screen was the total opposite of the cockteaser
everyone knew in real life, a personality few realized
was all an act to coverup her insecurities and
shyness.
	The appearance of Trang Ng as the maid/slave, but
suspiciously dressed in a leather halter, tight
leather pants and high leather boots with a studded
belt and chains dangling from her hips and about her
neck, was just as contrary to her personality as her
school mates knew her, a petite, quiet, submissive
Asian teenager, the typical oriental girl, shy, timid,
modest and obedient.  That was, in her case, her true
personality, the fifteen-year-old having been raised
with old world values and customs by her immigrant
parents.  At the moment she was trying to shrink into
the shadows, eyes downcast and one hand trying to
cover her crotch while her left arm tried to hide her
small but attractive young breasts.  That was in
marked contrast to the Trang Ng on the screen who
looked and acted like a sexy dominatrix of Grade B
porn movies.
	At first the reverse in personalities was confusing,
especially with everyone expecting the spoiled
daughter of the plantation owner to really be in
charge and to any moment have her defiant slave duly
punished, in the wild imaginations of the teenage boys
hopefully having her panties pulled down and having
her spanked, or even having her naked butt whipped as
a coloured slave should be.  The other slaves, bit
parts played by Billy's cousins, were quickly
dismissed so that the two main characters could get
down to business.  It was a simple plot, as is usually
the case in porn movies, but more developed and
realistic than most, a characteristic of the
Wilson-Dean-Schuller Entertainment Company which made
their films so popular.  The publically dominant white
girl and the publically reluctant but submissive
coloured slave when in private reversed their roles to
their real personalities.  As the leather-clad
dominatrix ordered her mistress in their secret little
game to strip, the interest, and the pricks, of the
male teenage audience was aroused.  As the camera
zoomed in on Molly's blushing face and gorgeous boobs
and backside, the boys all leaned forward for a better
look at those things Molly was well known for flashing
her teachers and skanky old men but which for some of
the audience had still been unseen.  To their
disappointment, the camera teasingly skirted the major
object of their curiosity.
	Unbuckling and removing her halter to reveal she was
wearing brass-studded pasties, Trang ordered her now
naked, trembling, white mistress to drop to her knees
and confess her wicked thoughts about the young men on
the plantation, and as Molly described in vivid and
graphic language how hot the young black slaves made
her feel and how she spied on them taking a piss and
ached for their big black cocks, there wasn't a boy
watching who didn't drop his hands to his lap in
embarrassment to try and conceal what was happening
between his legs, not an easy thing to do when one is
stark naked.
	Telling Molly that she has to be punished for her
lustful thoughts so unbecoming a young white girl of
her station, Trang ordered her to stand up and bend
over the back of the sofa.  The nerds in the group of
course had seen Molly's charms revealed before, but
their eyes were still glued to the high definition
flat screen with just as rapt attention of some of the
soccer players and student union preppies who were
seeing for the first time, close up, those charms that
Molly had over the past year been flashing her
teachers and skanky old men.  Stepping up behind her,
the leather-clad Trang began to spank her, and from
the sounds and the reddening of her bottom, it was
clear this was no act.  Picking up the feather duster
she'd entered the room with, Trang struck Molly's
smooth glowing bottom with it, and then removing the
leather strap hanging from her belt, began to use it
with resounding whacks that caused the boys in the
audience to jump and to flinch.  As Molly's bottom
grew redder and redder, so did the cheeks of the Molly
and Trang who were being forced to watch the video
along with the rapt audience of boys whose eyes were
glued to the action on the screen, their drinks and
burgers forgotten.  Well, except for Fats Fortillini,
at least until Trang ordered her mistress to stand and
turn around.
	A close up of Molly's quivering cunt revealed the
lips had become swollen and had grown moist,
supposedly in reaction to her spanking though of
course it was really the result of frigging herself
whenever the camera had zoomed away from her bottom to
reveal her tearful face and the pain she was really
feeling, or the lust and delight in Trang's eyes, a
commendable act considering how embarrassed and
remorseful she was really feeling treating her best
friend so.  Continuing to admonish Molly for her
lustful and sinful thoughts and for becoming aroused
by her punishment, Trang slipped the handle of her
feather duster up Molly's now well lubricated and
dripping cunt and began to frig her, causing more than
a few boys to begin leaking pre-cum, much to their
embarrassment but physical delight and their fear that
they were going to shoot off a load in front of
everyone.
	Commenting that punishing her was obviously not
working, Trang observed that the only way she was
going to be able to cure Molly of her lustful thoughts
for boys and wanton, unbecoming behaviour, was to show
her an even greater pleasure than a boy can provide
her. Removing her pasties, the normally shy and
submissive Trang forced her best friend in real life,
who in public acted the dominant of the two, to drop
to her knees and to lick and suck Trang's tits and
nipples.  Trang, two months away from her fifteenth
birthday, still had small but firm, pert breasts, and
seeing her friend and classmate Molly, also
approaching her fifteenth birthday but the
bigger-breasted of the two, reluctantly licking her
butterscotch-coloured boobs and sucking on the darker,
dime-sized nipples, had every boy leaking pre-cum.
	After a full two minutes of having her boobs licked
and sucked until her nipples were jutting out hard and
aching with arousal, Trang removed her leather pants
and forced her errant mistress to continue down over
her flat, smooth stomach.  She hadn't anything on
under her leather pants, and as the camera zoomed in
it was evident from her swollen cunt lips and the
juice glistening in her jet-black hairs she'd gotten
aroused.  She was, in part the natural result of
having her tits and nipples sucked and in part because
like Molly she'd been forced to finger-fuck herself
when that part of her body was off camera.  In actual
fact, despite her physical arousal she was ashamed and
filled with guilt engaging in such lewd and disgusting
behaviour with another girl, and especially her best
friend, and in front of the camera.
	As Molly began tonguing Trang's swollen cunt, it was
too much for half the boys watching and they had to
reach down and squeeze their aching, stiff cocks below
the knob to quell their arousal before they shot off a
load.  Trang and Molly, at the moment, were flushed
with embarrassment and shame, though the following
Monday the boys who were at the party would all claim
the two were hot and aching for sex from watching
themselves in the video.  Ashley and Nicole, sitting
there beside them, were staring at the screen in
shock, unable to believe what they were seeing and
embarrassed for the two girls, their cheeks flushed
with shame.  They wanted to pull their eyes away from
the action on the screen, but they were too
embarrassed to look at the two girls beside them, and
they couldn't look at the boys who were sitting there
bugeyed and stiff, conditions that the four girls
could not help but notice, so they continued to stare
at the screen, evidence the boys at the party would
later claim of their own latent lesbian interests.
	Back on the screen Trang had hidden her revulsion and
shame and had pretended to eagerly and willingly
spread her legs so Molly could give her now
juice-filled cunt a good licking.  The cameraman
zoomed in to show Trang's clit as Molly struck it with
her tongue, and then to show Molly's curved tongue
licking up the slimy-looking juice between Trang's
cunt lips and then drawing it into her mouth to
swallow, leaving a slender, translucent filament of
cunt juice connecting Trang's swollen, wet cunt and
Molly's smooth, moist lips.
	The two girls wanted to die as the nerds, jocks and
coolest boys in their school, including Molly's
ex-boyfriend Nick Dawson who had broken up with her
after a two-year relationship after she had revealed
his most intimate and embarrassing secrets a year ago
and Ben Hanson who both Molly and Ashley had tormented
and teased for years, watched with wide-eyed and
stiff-cocked wonder as Molly eagerly inserted her
tongue into Trang's hot, swollen cunt and as Trang
arched her back and groaned with pleasure.  They had,
of course, made the movie under protest and had
engaged in the filthy, disgusting act with reluctance
and revulsion only because they'd been blackmailed
into doing so with threats of showing their parents
some of the other videos the two had made, including
the gang orgy they'd engaged in with the nerds of
Lincoln Junior High at Callie Dean's whore house, just
as they'd been blackmailed along with Ashley and
Nicole into attending Cory's pre-grad party.
	You would never know they'd done the movie under
duress from the way that Molly was attacking Trang's
cunt with her tongue.  Actually, the two girls could
not ignore the physical pleasure that was pulsating
through their loins and during the filming they had
been overcome with feelings of love and lust for each
other so that in the end they had actually willingly
and enthusiastically engaged in the foul act.  Of
course they did not know that those feelings of love
and lust had been created and sustained by Cory who
was watching them from behind the cameras, basing them
on the natural pleasure they were already feeling.  As
for those watching the film, Molly and Trang's lust
was evident along with the fact that the two had to be
lesbians, reinforcing the rumours that had been
circulating about the school about the two for a year
now.  Ashley glanced at the two guiltily and with a
touch of envy and wondered what her two best friends
would think if they knew she'd been stealing their
soiled underwear and having lustful thoughts about the
two of them this past year.
	Actually as the camera zoomed in on Molly's hot,
moist tongue eagerly lapping up the slimy cunt juice
flowing from Trang's swollen cunt, and on the look of
ecstasy on the faces of the two fourteen-year-old
girls as they obviously began to climax, the two girls
found themselves once again recalling those feelings
of love and lust for each other and a flush of
randiness flooded over them, thanks of course once
again to Cory whom nobody noticed was concentrating on
them instead of watching the video.  When at the end
of the video Trang, her legs spread wide open and her
swollen cunt dripping with cunt juice and spittle,
throatily told Molly that she'd never find sex with
boys as enjoyable as she'd found sex with her, and
Molly, with her smooth cheeks and lips glistening with
Trang's cunt juice, sighed deeply and admitted that no
boy could possibly please her like Trang just had,
there was not a boy in the audience who was not
thinking that given three minutes with them they'd
show the two lesbian sluts what a boy could do.
	Cory did not need his headband to know what they were
thinking as he stood and asked if there was anyone
there who would like to show the four girls how much
pleasure a guy can bring, nor did he need his headband
to encourage them to step forward as the twenty boys
glanced at each other and leered.  Fats was the first
to raise his hand, and when Cory told him to take his
pick, he hefted himself to his feet with a big grin
normally reserved for the buffet table, which in a
sense the four naked girls were.  Wiping the mustard
and relish from his double patty hamburger off his
lips with the back of his hand, he waddled over to
Molly much to her dismay and to the cheers of the
others.  Jerome Eisenstein and Wilbur Thornton quickly
volunteered and with a nod from Cory, Jerome headed to
Ashley, who had teased him relentlessly over the past
three years almost as viciously as she'd teased Ben
Halder, and Wilbur headed to Nikki Halder, the
fourteen-year-old nerd having never in his wildest and
hottest daydreams ever imagined fucking a gorgeous,
stacked, eighteen-year-old first-year college student!
	Fats, Jerome and Wilbur had of course been introduced
to gang banging by Cory over a year ago at Callie
Dean's whore house back in grade eight, at which time
he'd promised the group of boys he'd invited to Molly
and Trang's humiliation that the two girls would put
out for them any time they wanted.  Wilbur had been
the first to take him up on that promise, and it had
taken the thirteen-year-old three months to get up
enough courage to approach Cory and ask him if he'd
really meant it, and another month to get up enough
courage to approach Molly and tell her he wanted to
get it on with her.  He of course immediately told his
best friend Peter, who several weeks later, one
sweltering summer day between grade eight and nine,
worked up enough courage to see if Wilbur had been
telling the truth, finding of course that he had.  By
the beginning of grade nine, word had gotten around to
the select group of boys who'd participated in that
mid-February orgy and they began making regular
requests of the two girls.
	Mark Mathers, the downy-cheeked captain of the
Lincoln Junior High Soccer team had not been one of
those fortunate enough to have attended that
free-for-all at Callie Deans.  Being strikingly
handsome with his thick, auburn hair and hazel eyes
and long, feathery eyelashes, and with a trim,
muscular body the result of his athletic interests,
Molly and her little gang had not teased him as they
had the nerds and geeks of the school, and though like
any red-blooded heterosexual teenage boy he found
Molly, Trang and Ashley hot, he hadn't hit on them. 
Molly at the time was going with Nick Dawson, and he
himself was making out regularly with Emily Richards,
one of Lincoln Junior High School's cheerleaders whose
virginity he'd taken.  With his looks and body, she
was not the first girl he'd fucked, the handsome,
horny junior high stud having lost his own virginity
to Betty Baggers at the age of twelve, and though he
wasn't the first, he was one of the earliest to
discover Betty's charms.  No prude and no virgin, he'd
been nonetheless shocked by the video, and even more
so by Cory's question and the almost immediate
response by three of the biggest nerds in the school. 
Not to be shown up by a bunch of geeks and having a
reputation to uphold, he quickly raised his hand and
with a nod from Cory quickly stood and approached
Trang, his throbbing, stiff fifteen-year-old cock
leading the way.  She was a hot little package and
he'd on occasion wondered what a piece of Cambodian
tail would be like, and he was certainly the man to
show the lesbians what pleasure a guy can bring a
girl.  Cory smiled as he glanced at the four randy
boys and advised anyone who wanted a piece of tail to
just step up and take his turn when one of the girls
was free.  To the laughter of the remaining sixteen
boys, he also observed that he was sure they wouldn't
mind if anyone wanted seconds or thirds or even
fourths, and reminded them that a girl could bring a
guy pleasure with more than just her pussy.
	As Fats approached Molly he told her he wanted her to
ride him, a position he'd discovered was easier for
him given his bulk and weight.  So as he lay on his
back, Molly reluctantly but obediently straddled him,
knowing she had no choice and knowing from experience
the sooner she got on with it the sooner it would be
over.  Ashley lay down on one of the poolside
mattresses beside Molly and hesitantly and uncertainly
spread her legs for Jerome, taking her clue from Trang
who was taking the same position for Mark on the other
side of her, and from Nikki who was similarly
spreading her legs for Wilbur.  To the embarrassment
of the four girls the rest of the boys formed a circle
around them to watch.
	Fats was rock hard and his large, fat cock was slick
with teenage pre-cum, and Molly had assumed this
position with him before, and in fact had also done so
for several others, including Eli Dean and his nephew
Billy, so she knew what she was doing like the little
whore she'd become.  It hurt spreading her legs so
wide to straddle Fats' girth, but at the same time it
opened her cunt up wide, something that did not go
unnoticed by her audience.  Trying her best to ignore
the gaping boys around her and the disgusting fat slob
between her legs, she grasped his fat cock and slowly
lowered her body, easily slipping her pussy over his
slime-coated knob.  Inhaling deeply with the disgust
and with the pain of taking him without being aroused
herself, Molly slowly sank down, impaling herself on
his stiff organ.  To those watching of course her sigh
and the eagerness with which she sank down on his cock
were taken to mean something quite different.
	Over the past year and a half Trang had become as
much a whore as Molly, regularly pleasuring Eli Dean
and his nephew Billy and on occasion Eli's sister
Callie, besides of course the nerds and geeks whom
she'd helped introduce to the pleasures of sex at
Callie Dean's a year ago, but that didn't make her any
more comfortable with what was happening than it was
for Molly. Lying there on her back, her legs spread
and raised like the whore she was while Mark Mathers,
one of the handsomest, hottest and most desired guys
at Lincoln Junior High, slipped his dick up her pussy
and began to hump her she felt humiliated and dirty. 
This was not the romantic act of love that teenage
girls pictured it as, and as Mark panted and snorted
above her, pounding away at her with the object of
achieving his own pleasure and the obvious conclusion
that she was a slut, it was the filthiest act there
was.
	As for Nicole, this day was a nightmare that was not
going to end.  Instead of having a romantic afternoon
with the man she loved, she'd ended up being bound,
spanked and whipped by her kid brother and his lover,
the football stud she'd been madly in love with in
high school and who had totally humiliated and made a
fool of her at the end of her senior year.  And then
simply because she'd looked at another guy, the man
she loved, who himself was married and flaunted the
fact that she was only one of many he was having sex
with, tore off the blouse she'd bought especially for
him and had her brother and his lover rub their filthy
dicks over her breasts while she was brutally raped up
the ass and forced to lick her beloved's wife's pussy.
 Then just as her brother's lover spurted his filthy,
slimy stuff all over her breasts and the man she
thought loved her pumped her rectum full of his stuff,
she was discovered by her father.  Her mind still in
shock and humiliation over her treatment, she'd been
dragged to another room in the house where she found
her father, who'd lectured her and her brother on
morality and Christian values and whom she'd thought
the most moral and upright man she knew, screwing the
ass of a big-boobed, big-dicked teenage transvestite.
	Her mind in even more of a daze, she'd been taken to
this place and told to strip, and to do whatever she
was told to do or a video of what she'd done that
afternoon would be sent to her closest friends. 
Unable to believe what was happening to her, she'd sat
there stark naked with a bunch of horny, naked junior
high boys watching two fourteen-year-old girls whom
she'd never met before but who were sitting beside her
engaged in the same filthy act she'd been forced to
perform just hours ago.  And now, she was laying on
her back with a pimple-faced fourteen-year-old kid
screwing her like he hadn't had sex in a year with an
idiotic grin on his face in front of two dozen total
strangers.
	  As for Ashley Rowland, her nightmare was just
beginning.  She had come to this goofy party only
because Molly and Trang, who had been her two best
friends throughout elementary school and most of
junior high, had said they'd also been invited and
were coming, though of course she did not know under
duress and because they were being blackmailed.  She
had drifted apart from the two of them this past year,
what with their weird behaviour going without panties
and bras and flashing their teachers and skanky old
men, and if you believed the filthy rumours going
around, doing a lot worse, and besides, she'd
developed a few weird behaviours herself.  She'd
missed their companionship and hoped maybe this would
be the beginning of renewing it. Besides, she had a
secret crush on Trang, an obsession that she could not
explain and that thoroughly disgusted and troubled her
but which brought her immense pleasure when she lay in
bed at night and fantasized about the two of them as
she sniffed a pair of Trang's stolen underwear.  Those
were two good reasons for coming, but the main reason,
unbeknownst to her, was very similar to the reasons
the other three girls were there.  Cory had told her
to come or he'd reveal to everyone who had been
stealing panties from the girls' locker room all year,
and what she did with them.
	Watching Molly licking Trang's muff, something she'd
imagined doing many times though not with the leather
and lace stuff, had shocked her even though she'd
heard rumours the two were lesbians and were putting
out with any boy who wanted them to cover up that
fact.  Having  frigged herself almost daily, often
thinking of Trang while sniffing a pair of her soiled
panties, the video had also gotten her highly aroused.
 So with her pussy slick with juice and having frigged
herself frequently, often with three fingers, and with
Jerome rock hard like his fellow classmates and his
cock slick with pre-cum, she had no problem
accommodating Jerome despite the fact the
floppy-eared, fifteen-year-old Jewish boy was built
like a horse.  What was difficult was that she'd never
had sex with a boy before, which quickly became
evident as Jerome struggled to find the right position
to penetrate her, the boy of course having availed
himself of Molly and Trang's services from time to
time but out of guilt and his religion not as
frequently as some of his classmates and so not as
familiar as they were with the process.
	As he looked at her in frustration, she had no choice
but to explain to him that this was her first time
with a boy.  Jerome's eyes popped open so that he
looked like a squished frog as Molly had often
described Fats Fortillini, in this case a big-eared
frog.  A wide grin slowly spread from one giant ear to
the next.  He could not believe it.  He was about to
screw a fucking virgin!  He had chosen Ashley out of
revenge for the way she'd treated him and because this
was his first opportunity to show her he was not the
loser she thought he was.  He was no virgin and she
was, and he was going to take her virginity.  He could
not believe his stroke of luck in that he could have
chosen Nikki or Trang.  Even better was the look of
envy and admiration from his fellow classmates who had
overheard Ashley's confession despite it having been a
whisper and the noise the other three couples were
making.  
	Molly was breathing heavily as she flexed her leg
muscles, raising her body until she felt Fats' thick
knob stretching apart her labia and then relaxing them
and sinking back down on his stiff, throbbing bone. 
She worked her cunt muscles in time with her rhythmic
rising and falling, tightening them as she rose up and
then relaxing them along with her leg muscles as she
sank back down.  The boy beneath her was concerned
only with his own pleasure, which was immense with
Molly's hot, muscular cunt squeezing his aching cock
and her cunt juice basting it and the belief that the
whore was so hot for him that she was willingly riding
him.  Despite appearances, Molly was actually filled
with disgust.  She hated the stench of Fats' sweat and
the feel of his soft blubbery legs between hers, and
the feel of his flabby, sweaty breasts which she was
forced to grasp to keep her balance and to help her
rise up and down his cock, rivulets of his sweat
running between her fingers.  She hated the fat, ugly
dork and that she was being forced to have sex with
him.  Her only solace was that she was not alone in
her humiliation and defilement, and that she was
experienced and skilled enough to know how to work her
pussy and stimulate her clit so that despite the
embarrassment and perverted act she could bring
herself some measure of physical pleasure.
	Trang was feeling much as Molly was, humiliated that
she was being used, that she was being forced to
engage in what should be a private and loving act in
front of a bunch of grinning, perverted junior high
boys.  Like Molly she worked her cunt muscles in time
with Mark Mathers' thrusts and withdrawals, in part
because it was a reflex reaction by then after having
been screwed hundreds of times by men and boys who
were only interested in their own pleasure, in part
because being taken without any foreplay she was
desperate to work up some lubricant to ease the
chafing of Mark's rock-hard cock, and in part, like
Molly, if she had to engage in this humiliating act
she might as well enjoy it.
	Nicole, on the other hand, simply lay there inertly
and allowed the fourteen-year-old boy to do his thing.
 Accustomed to having Juan's cock inside her, it had
not been that difficult to accommodate the boy's cock,
it being much more slender and shorter, and besides
being covered with his own slime.  Besides, what pain
there had been was nothing compared to the pain she'd
felt already, physical and mental, the physical pain
of having been spanked and whipped and her anal
virginity taken roughly and cruelly, and the mental
pain of her humiliation being witnessed by her kid
brother and her former boyfriend and by her father. 
So she lay there on her back, her anus still sore and
burning from her earlier rape, the salty, slimy taste
of a woman's cunt and juice still on her lips, her
legs spread and raised as the pimple-faced kid she'd
never met rammed his young cock in and out of that
most private part of her body in front of a bunch of
strangers, and, she'd noticed, her brother and his
lover. 
	Lying beside her, Ashley was having an even worse
time of it.  For the first time in her life, having
turned fifteen two months ago, a boy had his thing
inside her, something that every teenage girl wonders
about and fears and at the same time desires and
daydreams about, wondering who it will be, dreaming it
will be the love of her life, and that her first time
will be the most romantic and beautiful thing she'd
ever experience.  This was far from any romantic
fantasies Ashley had ever had.  This was filthy and
humiliating, laying on her back on a pool cushion with
one of Lincoln Junior High's biggest nerds taking her
virginity in front of her two best friends and a mob
of horny, perverted boys.  She'd wondered what it
would be like to do it with a boy when she'd
masturbated, if it would feel as good.  Having a boy's
filthy cock plunging in and out of her pussy wasn't
anywhere near the pleasure she felt using her own
hand.  She hated the feel of him inside her, violating
her.  She hated feeling his naked, skinny chest
pressing against her breasts each time he lowered his
body.  She hated his hot breath blowing in her face. 
She hated him. 
	The four boys, on the other hand, were feeling great.
 They were gasping and snorting with pleasure as they
felt the pressure building up in their loins and as
their stiff, aching dicks grew numb and ripples of
pleasure pulsated through their irritated knobs and up
their throbbing shafts.  They openly grunted and
inhaled deeply as they squirmed with rapidly growing
ecstasy, that throbbing pleasure that only a boy can
know between his legs combined with the chauvinistic
pleasure of proving their virility and manhood to
themselves and demonstrating it to their peers.  Not
one of them was a virgin, and everyone in the room
knew it.  As they felt the pressure rapidly growing
deep in their loins, they thrust their hips to and fro
madly, driving their swollen, aching cocks in and out
of the hot, juicy cunts grasping them, their physical
pleasure exceeded only by the pleasure of knowing
they'd gotten the girls just as hot as they were.
	It was with that thought that they exploded, shooting
their stuff in wild, abandoned ecstasy, openly
grunting and groaning as they filled the hot, slimy
cunts grasping their stiff cocks with their own slime.
 That was what fucking was all about, providing them
pleasure, and that was what girls were for, to provide
guys pleasure.  Fats' flabby chest rose and fell and
rivulets of sweat funnelled between his folds of fat
and trickled down his cheeks as he shot his load up
Molly's tightly gripping cunt.  Beside him Jerome was
panting with the exertion and pleasure of his own
climax, his thin chest rising and falling as sweat
trickled down over his ribs and his balls drawn up
tightly under his cock, having filled Ashley's cunt
with their contents.  With the knowledge that it was
the first load to ever be shot up her cunt, and that
he'd made her squirm and squeal like a whore, made
this the best fuck he'd ever had.  On the other side
of him Mark Mathers was glowing with the same pleasure
as the three nerds who'd shot their wads, the handsome
soccer player having the same glazed look as his
young, teenage cock burned and throbbed with his
ejaculation.  And, Wilbur Thornton arched his back and
relished the pleasure of his ejaculation, and the
knowledge that he'd fucked a real woman, and had made
her squirm and buck just like a whore.
	The four girls of course were feeling anything but
pleasure as they disengaged, their hot, swollen cunts
filled with boy slime, nothing but vessels to provide
their partners pleasure, none of them having enjoyed
the act despite what their partners thought, all of
them feeling degraded, used, and ashamed.  They had
little time to think of that as the next four boys
approached them.  As Terry approached her, Molly
rolled over on her back on the foam mattress Fats had
been laying on, immediately sorry she had as she felt
his sticky sweat on her back and buttocks.  His buddy
Anthony at the same time approached Ashley, who
automatically spread her legs without thinking, her
mind a total mess.  Manuel Martinez, one of Mark's
fellow soccer players, approached Trang, the idea of
fucking the same ho as his team captain appealing to
him, and like her best friend Molly, Trang obediently
and robotically rolled over on her back.  Joshua
Bernstein, the Student's Union treasurer and one of
the most charismatic and popular boys at Lincoln
Junior High, and a virgin, stepped up to Nicole
Halder, his heart pounding just as hotly as his erect
cock.
	Again the four boys plunged their aching cocks up the
hot, swollen cunts of their partners.  Terry and
Anthony, thanks to Cory, had plenty of experience at
fucking, and though his experience was much more
limited, Manuel was no virgin, no surprise considering
his dark good looks and hard, nut-brown body combined
with his hot Mexican blood.  There had been plenty of
hot young Mexican girls across the border willing to
spread their legs for the Mexican-American stud, and
plenty of white girls in Riverside who could not
resist his dark good looks and charm. As for Joshua,
he'd seen enough porno flicks on the Internet and
enough fucking that evening to know what to do.  And
so once again the four girls lay there on their backs
and worked their cunts in time with the thrusts and
withdrawals of the four boys, and with the physical
stimulation of their first round, their hot, juicy
cunts were soon throbbing and aching to get off as
badly as the swollen cocks they were grasping. 
Concentrating on that throbbing pleasure between their
legs in an attempt to block out the humiliation of
being gang banged and being used by the gang of boys,
the four girls began to gasp for breath with the same
pleasure and urgency as the four boys, and as the four
boys thrust their hips forward and groaned with the
ecstasy of their ejaculations, to their delight their
partners similarly bucked and groaned with orgasms.
	The four boys had barely gotten to their feet when
they were replaced by four others, those watching
having become so horny they had to get one off before
they shot off on their own.  Laying there on her back,
her eyes clamped closed, unable to stand the leers of
the boys surrounding her and the embarrassed glances
of the other three girls, Trang shuddered with
revulsion with the sharp stink of garlic, and even
more so with the realization she was about to be
fucked by Spaz Spatski.  Wanting to vomit, she kept
her eyes tightly closed as she felt his knees between
her knees and his hard cock poking at her cunt.  As
she felt the hot, wet splatter against her breasts and
the trickle down their sides she knew it was the
retard's drool and her skin crawled as her body tensed
and she felt him enter her.  Of course Spaz and those
watching him took her actions was meaning something
totally different.
	Cory of course knew the truth, and he didn't need his
headband to know Trang's true feelings.  He had in
fact set it aside as he approached Nikki Halder,
having no need to use it to cause her further
humiliation and shame.  He felt no remorse about what
was happening to any of the four girls.  They'd all
brought it upon themselves with their smug attitudes
and they way they'd humiliated and embarrassed those
who were now seeking their revenge.  He particularly
held no regrets concerning Nicole Halder considering
how she'd treated her brother and his good friend
Dominic.  Arranging her spanking and anal rape that
afternoon in front of her kid brother and her
discovery by her father, who deserved everything he'd
gotten that afternoon also considering his treatment
of his son, had been a sweet and just punishment, made
all the sweeter by the look of gratitude and pleasure
in Dominic's eyes.  Now as he sank his cock up
Nicole's abused and hotly throbbing cunt, he glanced
over at where he knew Dominic and Kenny were sitting
and watching, and the look of sheer delight in
Dominic's eyes told him that this revenge was right. 
He grinned as he slowly began to work his hips to and
fro.  He had the skill and the ability to make this
last a very long time, and he had every intention to
make her squirm and cry out with multiple orgasms in
front of her brother and former boyfriend before he
was done.  Nicole cringed with despair and humiliation
as out of the corner of her eye she caught the smug,
satisfied grin of her kid brother as his friend and
classmate began fucking her.
	Tyrone Washington, a tall, black boy and one of Mark
Mathers' best buddies and fellow soccer player, and
Tyrrell Lord, one of the handsomest and most popular
boys in Lincoln Junior High and class president,
stepped up as Terry and Anthony got to their feet,
their still stiff cocks slick with cunt juice and
dripping with their cum.  Eager to see if Molly's
talented tongue could do the same with a cock as it
did with a cunt, and not that anxious to sink his cock
up a slimy cum-filled cunt that had already been
screwed by two guys, Tyrone presented his monster
sausage to her.  Thinking the same as Tyrone as he
glanced down at Ashley's cunt though being the third
to screw the curvaceous recent virgin was tempting,
Tyrrell similarly presented his stiff cock to Ashley,
figuring being the first to get head was as good as
being the first to crack her cherry.
	Molly's tongue was as talented as Tyrone had hoped,
even more so, the fourteen-year-old girl having sucked
plenty of cock over the past year, including Eli
Dean's thick, black monster.  So she licked Tyrone's
thick shaft and swirled her tongue around his black
knob and up the funnel on the underside of his glans,
driving the boy wild and causing his pre-cum to flow
even more copiously than it had been watching her
doing Trang's muff.  As Molly's tongue swept over his
dark black knob and lapped up the clear, slimy fluid,
Tyrone shuddered and was sure he was going to pop a
load any second.  That was Molly's intention.  Her
attack on Tyrone's cock wasn't because she loved cock
as Tyrone and the others assumed and would later
claim, but because she knew all the tricks to getting
a guy off, and the sooner she got Tyrone off and out
of her mouth the better.  Despite the number of times
she'd given head, she hated it.  It was a filthy,
vulgar act and the most demeaning thing a boy could
make a girl do.
	As for Tyrrell, Ashley had fantasized about him of
course, as every junior high school girl did what with
his good looks and rad body and being so popular and
all, but those fantasies had not included sucking on
his thing.  Oh, she'd heard about boys asking girls to
do that when the girls refused to let them between
their legs, and she'd wondered about it, if any girls
actually did it, and if it was really as disgusting as
she imagined it would be.  As she slipped her lips
over the knob of Tyrrell's cock, she immediately
gagged.  It was not so much the taste or the smell of
a boy's cock, but the very idea of putting something
so dirty in her mouth.  It was even more disgusting
than she'd imagined.
	She was not the first to give Tyrrell head.  When his
charm failed to get a girl to spread her legs for him,
it usually succeeded in convincing her that if she
wasn't willing to put out then she at least owed him a
blow job.  With his looks and personality, he usually
got one or the other.  So, he understood how it was
for Ashley being her first time, or at least he
thought he did.  Telling her to lick his shaft first
to get used to the taste of dick, and then to swirl
her tongue around his knob and pretend it was an ice
cream cone, he looked down at her with an encouraging
smile.  Ashley reluctantly did as he said, going
slowly and taking deep breaths.  It did not help much,
especially getting a full whiff of his blood-swollen
cock.  How Molly could do it so eagerly to Tyrone she
could not imagine, unless she was as much of a slut as
some people claimed she was.
	It was disgusting, but at least it was not as
disgusting as getting screwed by Spaz.  The retard was
humping Trang like he was in a race or something, like
you see dogs doing it in the street with short, rapid
strokes.  And he was snorting and drooling and making
weird noises, even weirder than the ones he usually
made.  Of course one could hardly blame him.  It was
his first piece of tail.  Being mentally disabled
didn't mean he didn't have the same feelings and needs
as any other fifteen-year-old boy, but it did mean
that he knew his chances of ever doing anything with a
girl, even just hugging her or kissing her, was next
to zero.  To actually be getting laid was beyond his
wildest hopes.  Even just being invited to a party
other than "special" parties his parents and special
teachers arranged once in a while with others like him
had been an unlikely dream.  So, being invited along
with others of his age, others who were normal, to
Cory's pre-grad party had been so unbelievable he'd
been even more hyper than he usually was all week, and
that day they'd had to give him some pills to calm him
down he was so excited.  Now he had his thing in a
girl.  He was doing what he'd thought he'd never ever
do, even when he was an adult.  He was just like every
other boy in that room at that moment, and that was as
great as the fact that he was losing his virginity. 
Yes, he was grunting and snorting like a stuck pig,
but who could blame him as his swollen cock burned and
throbbed with unbelievable pleasure.
	In marked contrast, Cory slowly and rhythmically
humped Nicole, his main purpose not being to bring
himself pleasure, but to get her off, to make her
squirm and squeal uncontrollably in front of her
brother and former boyfriend.  With that in mind he
made sure he rubbed her clit as he worked his swollen
cock in and out of her hot, juicy pussy, and he rubbed
his naked chest against her boobs and her nipples,
getting them hard and sending spasms of arousal
through the irritated, swollen teats to augment the
pleasure that was pulsating through her cunt.  He was
expert at what he was doing, having learned from the
best, including his mother and of course the mother of
his children who took great delight in the skills of
her young lover and was constantly finding new
techniques that the two of them could try.
	Despite her embarrassment and her disgust, Nicole was
getting aroused.  Cory's cock being the third in
fifteen minutes to be working in and out of her cunt,
her flesh could not help but respond, and as it did,
Nicole, like the other girls, concentrated on that
pleasure not so much because it felt so good, but
because in doing so it was possible to block out the
feelings of shame and revulsion and humiliation.  Of
course concentrating on it intensified the pleasure so
Nikki was the first of the four girls to reach an
orgasm, and it was long before Cory was ready to
shoot, something that anyone with any experience knew,
which included almost everyone in the room, was rare
between a girl and a boy and affirmed Cory's
reputation of being a cocksman.
	Spaz of course was the first of the four boys to
reach his climax, and he shot his stuff up Trang's
cunt with wild abandon and raucous delight.  With
Molly's skill and concentrated effort, it was not long
after Spaz that Tyrone was shooting his stuff down her
throat, his long, black cock throbbing and spurting
out his thick, teenage cum with a pleasure like he'd
never felt before, and with such force and volume that
Molly could not swallow it all despite her experience
and his slime overflowed from the corners of her lips.
 Tyrrell was soon to follow, the knowledge that he was
about to give the girl sucking him her first taste of
cum making his climax all the more pleasurable. 
Ashley's novice blow job had been irregular and
awkward, which added to Tyrrell's pleasure, knowing it
was her first time.  He gave her plenty of warning,
and at the final moment he drew his cock back so that
he could fill her mouth with his hot, salty slime.  As
she felt it spurting into her mouth she wanted once
again to puke, but she managed to fight the impulse
and began to swallow out of necessity.  Cory was the
last to come, and as Nikki trembled and bucked with
her third orgasm and cried out with the unbelievable
ecstasy exploding between her legs, that Cory's
prowess as a fucker would be reaffirmed throughout
Lincoln Junior High next week was guaranteed.
	As Cory finally got to his feet, Denis Bois stepped
forward, and to the amusement and delight of the gang
of boys circling the four girls, he told Ashley and
Nikki to sixty-nine.  As Nikki lay on her back and
Ashley straddled her in the opposite direction and the
two girls began to lick each other's cunt, their pussy
lips swollen and slimy with cunt juice and fresh cum,
Denis stepped up behind Ashley and spread apart her
ass cheeks with the comment that he was about to go
where no man had gone before, to the laughter of the
boys watching.  Denis was a much different boy from
the shy, angry young loner of a year ago who had given
Julius Gilles and two of his children their famous
Maltese Cross haircuts that had changed the course of
so many lives, including his own.  The boy who'd gone
unnoticed and unappreciated in his previous schools
found himself an overnight celebrity.  The angry young
man with no friends and no hope who had been destined
to hole up in some campus bell tower some time in the
future and use the university students for target
practice to ease his anger and frustration, and likely
end up dead himself, suddenly found himself a leader
with admiring followers, and with one close friend in
particular who had encouraged him and supported him
when he'd needed it the most.  He and Cory exchanged
knowing grins as he wedged his dickhead in Ashley's
asshole and began to press forward.
	Inspired by Denis's action, Ben Halder suggested that
the two lesbians give them a live show, and to show
just how much they loved each other, that they should
rim each other.  His suggestion was quickly supported
by Nick Dawson, Molly's former boyfriend.  She and
Trang knew there was no point in arguing that they
were not lesbians.  They would not be believed, and
they would pay for their resistance.  So they assumed
the same position as Ashley and Nikki with Trang
straddling Molly, but instead of presenting Molly her
cunt, she shuffled further down to offer Molly her
asshole.  Ben quickly found a couple floatation
devices and stuffed them under Molly's head, and
several more under her hips to raise her ass so Trang
could more easily lick her asshole.  As the two best
friends slowly began to lick each other's asshole,
nausea causing their heads to spin and their stomachs
to churn, Cory donned his headband and stared at them.
 He'd let them suffer with their disgust and shame for
a few minutes, but then he'd help them see just how
hot it was to rim and be rimmed, and how much they
loved each other to perform the act on each other. 
He'd make them feel as hot and as eager for each
other's asshole as he'd made them want to lick each
other's muff in the movie.  The others settled in to
watch the live poolside performances.  The night was
young yet, and this was going to be a very long, hot
party.            
      
*****
Thanks to Billy for the idea that Julius becomes
popular with students and to Bob for the idea of
Julius becoming a human toilet for his students, and
thanks to Ben for the Leather and Lace video idea. 
This is the fifth of a series of concluding chapters
in which our heros get their well-deserved rewards and
our villains get their just punishments.  Watch for
upcoming chapters to discover the origin and purpose
of the mysterious headband and to learn what the
future holds for the Gilles family, Vice Principal
Stewart Millburne and his son Mark, Baptist Pastor
Winthrop and his family, Kenneth Ballard and his
mother, Father Henry, Calvin Cosher and his daughter
Stacey and son Caitlin, the WCHS gang, the RGAB soccer
players and their families, the cops Erica O'Malley
and Michaela Polanski, and Anton's RGAB classmates;
for player characters created by readers, Dominic,
Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben Hanson, Jacob
Schuller, Benji Gilles, Callie Dean, and Denis Bois;
and for the supporting cast of Jonah Winthrop, Lane
and Spence Spudder, Molly, Trang and Ashley, Nick
Dawson, Nat and Darien Wilson, Emma and Elijah Dean,
Ramon Carlos, Peter Manchester, Dwayne Hainsworth,
Dylan Ingles, Ravindra Shankar, Sangha and Chakroth
Chouan, Gamal ben Marduk, and of course the star of
this series, Cory Wilson.


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