PZA: Teacher 59-60

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This is the third of a series of concluding chapters in which our heros get their well-deserved rewards and our villains get their just punishments.

"That was wicked," Billy observed. "We're going to make a lot of money on that film. Great acting guys."

"Well, it's not hard with the right motivation," observed Sangha as he glanced over at Annette with a leer.

"Actually, with the right motivation it is hard," commented Chakroth with a grin and the boys laughed.

"While you're getting dressed, let me tell you about some sequels I have in mind," Billy said. He of course had good reasons for another film. For one, he knew his porn business and always had an eye out for profit, and he knew there would be a high demand for another film with the two brothers and Annette. For another, he had to keep the two brothers fucking his young wife until she got knocked up. "You did a good job too, honey pie," he said looking over at Annette. "Why don't you go lie down for a bit while Aunt Rosa and Uncle Rafael have the kids? You've earned a rest." Annette smiled at her husband. He was always so kind and considerate, always thinking about her. She was lucky to have such a wonderful husband.

Cory smiled as he picked up her thoughts. He had no small part in developing that attitude and he was glad she was happy with her new life, and that he'd been successful in making the change.

"And great work on the sets, and the cameras guys," Billy continued, looking at Peter Manchester and Dwayne Hainsworth. "Trang, why don't you show the boys our appreciation and help them with those boners?"

The two horny grade nine nerds blushed. They did still have boners, which jerked excitedly as Trang approached them. Although Billy had made it sound like a suggestion, she knew she really had no choice. She flashed Chakroth an embarrassed glance and quickly looked away, her cheeks burning. The look on his face clearly reflected his opinion that she was a slut and that was exactly how she felt.

"And that was really realistic acting," Billy said, glancing over at Julius, knowing full well that it was not all an act. "It was good of you to take the time to make the video this morning when I know you have guests waiting for you, and I'm sure you're anxious to see Lad."

Julius held his tongue, for his daughter's sake, and because he knew if he spoke he'd just make things worse for himself. It was difficult keeping his mouth shut. That was not his nature. He would never get used to taking orders from his son-in-law, and certainly not making films for him, but like Trang, he knew he had no choice. He had taken the time because he had no other option. As for his two guests, they could wait. Their arrival had been totally unexpected and he had no idea why they'd come, but Billy's mention of them made him wonder if he had something to do with them. And as for Billy's sly reference regarding Lad, that was nothing more than a reminder that Billy knew of that particular perversion of his and a veiled threat that he'd better do as he was told or others would find out about it.

Cory smiled as he picked up Julius's thoughts. His former teacher's mind was really fucked up, and before this weekend was over it was going to be even more so. Cory had no intention of making things easy for the man yet. He totally deserved his punishment the way he'd treated his students at Lincoln Junior High, and his punishment had to be severe if he was going to be taught anything at all.

"That's fine with me. I feel like a piece of ass myself." Trang felt like saying that was because he was a piece of ass, but she kept her mouth shut. Like Julius, she had learned that any resistance would only get her into further trouble. "You guys wanna join us?" Dwayne asked, looking over at Cory and his friends.

"Yeah, me too," said Terry. That was the reason he'd brought Lad along with them after all. Besides, Trang had developed the same reputation for making out as Betty Baggers, which made her popular but not all that desirable. That served her right after years of flaunting her body and teasing all the guys at school, letting them think they had a chance when she had no intention of putting out at all. Now she put out to almost everybody, or so it seemed.

"What about you?" Cory asked, looking at Anthony. "You wanna come with us or stay here?"

Anthony was of the same opinion as Terry regarding Trang, and though he was feeling randy, getting it off with her no longer had the appeal it once had. As for going to the kennels, he knew what would happen the moment Lad saw Julius, not to mention the other dogs, and he'd gotten in the way of horny dogs before. That had been an interesting experience, and getting screwed had felt great actually, but it had also been embarrassing and demeaning, especially with others watching, and he had no desire for that to happen again. "I think I'll go see if I can find something to snack on," he replied. "Biking over here has given me an appetite." That was true. Next to being constantly horny, the fifteen-year-old was constantly hungry.

"Check out the French Courtyard. Antoinette made enough pastries and stuff for her fundraising meeting to feed an army, as usual," Cory advised. "Go help yourself. And if you'd like some live entertainment, check out channel eight on the House Network," he added with a wink.

Wishing they'd all leave but unable to delay any longer, Trang dropped to her knees before Peter Manchester and reluctantly reached for his cock as Dwayne stepped behind her. She could not believe it. She, along with her friends Molly Vickers and Ashley Rowan, had at one time been one of the most envied and desired girls at Lincoln Junior High, which for the shy and timid young girl had been a major delight and source of pride. Now boys snickered when she walked by and girls whispered about her behind her back. And now she was about to have sex with two of the biggest losers in the school, probably in all of Riverside, Peter the Geek and Dwayne the Dweeb. Peter knew absolutely nothing worthwhile and at fifteen still played pretend in a word of medieval knights and dragons, and Dwayne was so totally boring that he wasn't known for anything at all except being a dick with eyebrows. Meanwhile one of the handsomest and sexiest boys in Riverside, a boy that she'd daydreamed about marrying and making passionate, romantic love with for the past year and a half was glancing at her out of the corner of his eye with disgust and contempt, convinced even more that she was nothing more than a wanton whore.

Opening her mouth, she reluctantly went down on Peter's filthy cock. Despite the number of times she'd sucked dick over the past year, she still could not stand its foul smell and taste, and she'd likely never get use to it. As she reluctantly began to suck on the stiff, throbbing organ, she felt Dwayne's hard cock pressing against her anus. Having a boy sticking his thing up there was even more disgusting and demeaning than sucking it, but she knew she had no choice and she opened up to him. Better that than suffer the pain of having him force his dick in, which he'd do anyway, being totally clumsy and having no clue how to treat a girl.

Feeling her cunt readily parting for him just reaffirmed Dwayne's opinion that she was a horny slut who'd always had the hots for cock and had just needed a bit of convincing, which Cory had somehow managed to do. That she was a slut he didn't mind one bit. He was getting his nuts off, and he was getting them off with what had once been one of the most sought after girls in Lincoln Junior High, that was all that mattered. And even if she was a slut, she was a good-looking slut, and fucking her ass felt damn good. She was like those serving wenches in medieval days.

Peter felt much the same way about getting his cock sucked. A year ago he'd been sure he was going to be a virgin throughout his school life, maybe even longer. He wasn't very good at talking to girls, and actually he found what they did like to talk about boring, not that he had much opportunity to have a conversation with them. When he had managed to do that much, he had been in seventh heaven for the rest of the day. As far as making out with a girl, he had given up hopes of that way back in grade seven when he'd first become interested in girls. He was tall, skinny, and had big ears and thick bushy eyebrows, not the type of guy girls went for, and especially not girls like Trang Ng.

The day he along with a gang of others who were much like him, losers and virgins, had been invited by Cory Wilson to an honest to goodness real whore house where they'd lost their virginity to two of the hottest girls in Lincoln Junior High, Molly Vickers and Trang Ng, was a day that he would remember for the rest of his life, and a day he'd spent many hours recalling in his many jacking off sessions. His entire world had changed from that point, all thanks to Cory Wilson. Oh, he still wasn't getting anywhere with girls at Lincoln Junior High, and likely wouldn't when he moved on along with his classmates to grade ten in William Cleaver Senior High School in the fall, but that didn't matter. Shortly after that day at Callie Dean's, Cory and Billy Dean had asked his advice on a movie they were making, a porn movie set in medieval times, and they'd been so impressed with him that they'd hired him as a consultant for another, and finding he enjoyed designing sets and costumes, they'd hired him on to do several other videos. They had actually paid him, and even better, they'd given him, and Dwayne, who did most of the filming, access to the women they had acting in the movies to do whatever they wanted with.

Grasping Trang's shoulders for balance, Peter threw his head back and sighed with the pleasure pulsating through his cock, and the pleasure of being watched getting it off. He wasn't an exhibitionist, but it felt good having handsome studs like Chakroth Chouan and popular guys like Cory Wilson seeing him engage in sex with a girl. Maybe he wasn't doing it all the time like they did, but he was doing it, and he had Cory Wilson to thank for that. He smiled as he felt Trang suck deeply on his stiff cock and he quivered as the suction drew out the air up the core of his aching dick. Dwayne had meanwhile grasped Trang's hips and was pounding her ass good, thrusting his aching, stiff cock in and out of her hot, tight asshole. He preferred her ass actually, knowing far more boys screwed her cunt, and besides, he knew that she found getting it up her backside demeaning. After all the mean things she'd said about him over the years and all the times she'd embarrassed him, he didn't feel the slightest guilt in making her feel bad. In fact it made screwing her all the hotter.

As he left with the others, Cory smiled as he glanced back at the threesome getting it on in the middle of the studio. He did not have to use his headband to feel Trang's disgust and humiliation. As Dwayne was thinking, it served her right the way she'd treated others. She wasn't so arrogant and smug now, and she'd long ago stopped teasing the boys at Lincoln Junior High, even Ben Hanson, who she'd been particularly mean to and who was now one of the more regular boys between her legs though he was beginning to tire of her, as were many of the other junior high boys. That was all right too, as he and Billy had other plans for Trang. By the time they were done with her she'd have learned her lesson well. As for Peter and Dwayne, he didn't need any headband to know how they were feeling and what they were thinking either. Their delight was evident from their hot, stiff cocks and the grins on their faces, and from the way they were openly grunting like two stallions in rut. They deserved it too, and he was glad he'd been able to help them.

Cutting through the rose garden on their way to the kennels, Terry and Cory spotted one of the women who'd been at Antoinette's fundraising meeting sitting on one of the benches and admiring the flowers. In keeping with the wishes of the Gilleses, she was stark naked. Cory headed over in her direction, and of course Terry followed. Seeing the two boys approaching, the woman, who looked like she had to be in her eighties, glanced around, evidently looking for somewhere she could go to block their view, and finding no place, demurely dropped one hand to her lap and wrapped the other arm about her upper torso to cover her nipples.

"I meant you, sitting here amongst them," Terry said, forming a square with the thumbs and index fingers of his two hands and looking through it at her with the roses in the background.

The woman blushed and smiled, needless to say pleased with his complement, and gave a surprised and embarrassed chuckle. "Now that was a very nice thing to say. Thank you." She was about to say that his mother evidently had taught him good manners, but that didn't seem the thing for a naked woman to say to a young naked boy. She tried not to notice his dangling organ, but he was making no effort to hide it, and with him standing there directly before her and her sitting, it was difficult not to notice it. She was no authority on boys, but it looked impressively large.

"Oh go on with you," she gushed, raising her right hand to shoo him away and realizing that in doing so she'd just exposed her breasts to him. She awkwardly left her hand in midair, not knowing what else to do. "Flattery isn't going to get you any of my money, young man."

"Just your company would be payment enough," Terry replied. "In fact I'd have to give you change."

"Why don't I leave you two to get acquainted," Cory said. "I'll see you later." He quickly headed out of the garden before either could object, but circled back out of sight behind the rose hedge that marked the perimeter of the gardens. He knew Terry well enough to know he wouldn't need help from his headband, but he'd circled back to be sure, and of course to watch for a bit.

"No, of course not," she replied, moving over. "Are you one of Mr. Gilles's students?"

"Me? Oh no," Terry replied, sitting as close to her as he could without their bodies actually touching. "Well, not now. I was when he taught at Lincoln Junior High."

"I didn't think you were. You don't seem the type who'd be in his private school. You're much too polite and cultured."

"If you're after my money, I'm afraid I don't have much, but you're welcome to it," Terry said with a grin and she giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Well, thank you for the offer, but I have all the money I will ever need," she said with a smile.

"Ah, so it's my body you're after," Terry observed. "Well, complements will get you it too."

"Pah, now you're being a tease," she said, raising a hand and pushing his shoulder automatically and forgetting for the moment they were both naked.

"Not at all," he said, looking her directly in the eyes, and as she looked into his, the bright, sharp eyes of youth, she could tell he was being truthful. That took her aback and she wasn't sure what to say. "You were looking sort of, well, sad when we came by."

"Well, there are these young boys over in Rancho Santa Ana, cub scouts, and they've had to close down since there's only five of them. I've tried to get other parents to enrol their boys but they just don't seem interested, and unfortunately there's not that many families with boys that age to draw from."

"They're too busy getting rich to find time to have kids, or to find time for those they do have," Terry said, having heard Cory and Dominic talking about that very topic several months ago. Dominic's boyfriend's mother had been trying to do something about it or something, some dumb thing like making the cub scouts coed or some shit.

"Oh no, I live in Cypress Grove," she replied, which explained her comment about money. Cypress Grove was the richest community in Riverside, old money and old families. "I just think that all boys need some sort of activity to keep them occupied or they'll turn to drugs and things they shouldn't be doing. The devil finds work for idle hands you know. Besides, boys that age need a man to give them guidance and act as a role model, especially with their fathers not involved in their lives, being too busy making money and moving up the social ladder as you said. Anyway, I know that scouting can provide them that male role model." She sighed. "I even tried to get them to form a coed group, but the mothers weren't interested in having their girls join, and several of the boys said they wouldn't stay in the scouts if we combined them with girls. That was a shame. I even had Father Henry willing to commit the Catholic church to support the combined group financially." She sighed again.

"I came over here to see the Gilleses today hoping that maybe they could exert some influence, Antoinette having become quite the socialite and involved in some of the same clubs as the mothers from Rancho Santa Ana, or clubs they'd like to join, and Julius I've heard having a soft spot for helping young people. Unfortunately Julius was unexpectedly called away before I could talk to him, and though I offered Antoinette a healthy donation for her cause in return for helping me, she couldn't give me any assurances, and I can understand why. It was a long shot."

"I know a group that would be interested in giving guidance to young boys, and would be happy to spend time with them."

"Sure. And they'd be a perfect match for the Catholic Church. In fact I bet some priests are members. I know a lot of priests are really into boys. Have you ever heard of nambla?" Mrs Marshall shook her head. "Well, I know somebody you could contact." Actually he knew several people, Rafael Carlos for one. "But let's talk about that later. I can't concentrate. Something's distracting me. Two things actually." Terry reached over with both his hands and cupping a sagging breast in each one, he gave them a squeeze. "You got nice breasts."

"They got character." Terry ran his fingertips over her nipples, causing them to begin to swell. "I guess Mister Marshall tells you that all the time."

"I don't have a boyfriend," she said with a smile. The ideas of young people today!

"That's correct." She knew she should be outraged a boy of his age engaging in such a conversation, or at least offended by his language, but his openness and his vocabulary were typical of boys his age, and she had to admit she was finding it titillating, and heaven's knows she didn't have many titillating moments at her age. Of course she knew she should stop him, but it felt so good having someone hold her breasts after all this time.

As Terry bent over and began to kiss her breasts, he brushed her left hand away and slipped his hand in its place. Her curly hairs were coarse and the lips of her pussy thin, but as he slowly caressed them they quickly began to swell and grow warm. Now she definitely had to stop him, but it had been so long since anyone had kissed her breasts or touched her down there and it felt so good, and besides, he had initiated the action. She inhaled sharply as Terry pressed his finger more firmly against her slit and slipped his mouth over the nipple of her left breast and sucked on it. Thrills she thought she'd never feel again shot through her breast and up her vagina. She'd let him continue, just for a few moments longer. The boy had to be desperate to be fondling an old woman like her and the least she could do was give him a little pleasure.

Cory smiled as he watched. Terry was smooth and in just a few minutes he'd had the woman totally hooked, and as Cory had suspected, Terry hadn't needed the assistance of his headband. His buddy had learned his macho charms well from his ol'man, though he knew Terry's father would have been greatly disturbed to know his son was using those charms on a woman old enough to be his grandmother and would have done everything he could to put an end to Terry's fetish. Cory of course saw nothing wrong with Terry's preference in partners. In fact he had seen the woman heading to the rose gardens after Antoinette's meeting and had cut through the rose gardens on purpose, knowing that Terry would not be able to resist once he saw her. He hadn't known who the woman was, it not really mattering, and now that he knew that this was the chairperson of the Women for Faith and Family that he'd heard about from Dominic, he was delighted with their chance meeting, and with the result. Terry's suggestion of turning to the nambla for help was an excellent idea, and if he had to, he'd make use of his headband to make sure it happened.

At the moment nambla was the last thing on Terry's mind as he slipped his finger into the old woman's cunt and began to finger fuck her. She might be old and wrinkled with a turkey wattle and thin, boney arms and legs, but she wasn't dried up, and her pussy quickly began to respond, the lips becoming hard and hot as they filled with blood, and her inner lips becoming moist as he worked his finger in and out of her slit. Taking her right hand in his other hand, he guided it over to his crotch. She didn't need any further prompting as she gently caressed his dangling balls and fondled his limp cock. As the years had progressed, her husband could not get it up anymore, but he still liked having his things played with, and she had missed that over the past fifteen years.

Terry of course didn't have any difficulty getting an erection. There were many reasons he liked making love to older women, and especially women her age. Once he broke past the foolish age taboo barriers set up by society, which usually was not that difficult in that senior citizens were often just as horny and desperate to get it on with someone as teenage boys entering puberty were, and past the shock of having someone his age initiate the foreplay, women his grandmother's age were just as eager to fool around as he was. He'd found that at their age they'd had plenty of experience and were usually very skilful at pleasing a guy, unlike teenage girls, and they didn't have the hangups of teenage girls, like doing it in the dark so a guy couldn't see their bodies, or about touching a guy's privates. On top of that, he found widows were especially grateful to get the attention, and didn't have any regrets after they were done.

Margaret Marshall certainly wasn't having any regrets at that moment as she felt the boy's penis quickly responding to her caresses. She had forgotten just how quickly the young get aroused, and as she squeezed his stiff cock she was amazed at how fast he'd gotten erect, and how hard his young cock was. The two of them lay down on the grass, she on her back and Terry between her legs and on his elbows and knees. As she felt his stiff cock probing for her entrance, she wiggled into position, one of those little things that Terry appreciated about older women. She relaxed her cunt muscles as she felt his knob spreading open her cunt lips, and as she felt his young cock entering her pussy, she inhaled sharply with the pleasure, a pleasure she'd thought she'd never feel again.

As Terry slowly sank his cock up her cunt, he delighted in her eagerness to accept him, and in the heat and moistness of her pussy. After going without for fifteen years, it was almost like fucking a virgin. With a sigh of pleasure, he drew his hips back, easing his throbbing cock back out of her cunt, and then slowly sank it back in, causing her to tremble and to wrap her thin, boney legs about his waist. He worked slowly, wanting the pleasure to last and wanting to bring her to an orgasm before he shot off his load. That was another great thing about fucking women her age-he didn't have to worry about knocking them up.

His good deed for his buddy done, Cory slipped away and headed back to the house to check on his other buddy, and on Julius. Heading straight to his room, he flipped on the television and switched it over to the in-house network, channel eight, just in time to see Julius's two guests being admitted into his study by their Arab-American butler Gamal.

"So, you wanted to meet with me," Julius began as he looked up from behind his desk. It was a large desk of highly polished mahogany, much larger and much more expensive than what either of the two men had. The study itself was lavish, as was every room in the house. The floor to ceiling bookcase and the mini bar were also of highly polished mahogany. The chairs were of Italian leather, Julius's being impressively large and ergonomic. He had not bothered to stand when the two men entered, which both men noticed with ill-concealed annoyance. That was an added insult on top of having made them wait for almost an hour.

The two men glanced at each other as they sat. It was evident from the looks they gave each other that neither wanted to be there at the Wilson-Dean Estate. Stewart Millburne, the Vice-principal of Lincoln Junior High, slowly rubbed his right jawbone from his ear to the angle of his jaw with his index finger, a nervous habit Julius was well aware of. At that moment he should have been with the rest of the junior highschool teachers at their professional meeting and he was feeling guilty skipping out, and for taking his son out of school to accompany him. Calvin Cosher, the chairman of the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys Board of Trustees, tented the tips of his fingers, another nervous habit that Julius had seen many times before. He did not want to be there, and like Stewart, he too was feeling guilty having taken his son out of school that morning to come with him. The two men had of course discussed what they would say and had debated if they should come right out and state the truth, that they were there against their will because they were being blackmailed. They'd even considered telling Julius that the blackmailer was his son-in-law.

There were several problems with that. First, neither man wanted to admit he was giving in to blackmail. Stewart certainly didn't want to bring up the matter of the video that somehow someone had taken of him and Julius Gilles sixty-nining in Stewart's office a year and a half ago and that somehow had ended up in Billy Dean's hands, and that Billy had threatened would end up in Stewart's wife's hands if he didn't do as Billy told him, not in front of Calvin Cosher. Similarly, Calvin, whose daughter Stacy had at one time been dating Julian Gilles in spite of her father's objections, certainly didn't want to reveal to either man that he'd been told by Billy that if he didn't do as he was told the bribes he'd been taking from rich and influential parents to see that their sons got into the Academy and stayed there despite some poor grades, would be revealed to the other trustees.

Billy had been very convincing in his own right, as he could be, but Cory had accompanied him and through his headband had augmented the feelings of guilt over their deeds and their fear of this black man they quickly and correctly identified as a slime ball. They of course had no recourse other than to do as he told them, including bringing their young sons along with them, despite their arguments to the contrary and despite the fact Billy gave them no reason why he wanted them to bring their sons.

Speaking of which, just as Cory had purposefully lead Terry to the Rose Garden, he'd purposefully sent Anthony to the French Courtyard, so called because it featured the geometric designs typical of French landscaping, and because it was off the salon, which featured Louis XIV furniture and the art and tapestries from that century. Cory's purpose in sending Anthony there was not just to satisfy Anthony's craving for food, but also because he'd instructed Gamal to send the sons of Julius's two guests there to feast on the goodies Antoinette had baked for her meeting, and he knew Anthony's appetite for young boys also. At that very moment Anthony and the two boys, eight-year-old Caitlin Cosher and nine-year-old Mark Millburne, were sitting there in the salon with a heaping plate of pastries before them and their eyes glued to the huge fifty-two [1.32m] inch monitor that was otherwise hidden behind a de Boulogne painting. As they all waited for an answer to Julius's question, Cory verified that the boys were indeed watching by switching over to channel four that carried the live feed from the salon.

"We have a proposal for you," Stewart began, rubbing his jaw more vigorously, the two men having quickly decided against speaking truthfully in that neither wanted the other to know the nature of the threat against him, and besides, the threat having come from Julius's son-in-law, Julius likely already knew why they were there. The man was, in their opinion, as much a slime ball as Billy Dean. "As you know, Lincoln Junior High has on occasion students who would be better suited for your school for, ah…"

"The Gilles Outreach School for Exceptional Youth," Julius said. Cory had proposed the name and it had a nice ring to it, and he liked to hear it. Actually, with these two men he was tempted to use the phrase his students used, the Gilles Outstanding Outreach School for Exceptional Youth, which of course he took as a sign of their pride in their school, which actually it was, as was their more frequent reference to the school by its initials, goosey's.

Immediately following his unconventional and totally unacceptable new hair style just over a year ago, thanks to Denis Bois, he'd been called into the superintendent's office and given notice of the termination of his contract at the end of the year as a public teacher due to 'behaviour considered unbefitting a public school teacher and the standards expected of a teacher in Riverside Public Schools.' At the same time his position as coach at the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys had been immediately terminated for the same reason he'd lost his teaching job, and his three boys expelled for their behaviour and dress, which was hardly a surprise, François and Anton sporting the same Maltese Cross haircut their father had adopted, and Julian looking and acting like he should be enrolled in their sister school, the Gladys Harper Private School for Girls. At the same time that school expelled his daughter Juliette for having the same hairstyle as her father and younger brothers, and his daughter Annette whose pregnancy could no longer be hidden nor ignored. Neither Millburne nor Cosher liking Julius, they'd taken great delight in his dismissal, and the expulsion of his children.

After a month of despondency and self-loathing during which Julius didn't care what depths of depravity he sank to, he had come up with-actually Cory had come up with and planted in Julius's mind-the idea of establishing a private school for pregnant teens, unwed mothers, drug addicts, delinquents, eccentrics, and other misfits that were rejected by other schools. He of course enrolled own children in the school. Much to his surprise, and that of others, the school became a huge success overnight, there being a need for just such an alternative school.

"Yes," Stewart said uncomfortably. He, like Calvin, was painfully aware of the success of the school, and of Julius's growing reputation. "Well, I'm prepared to recommend your school to the parents of those students who are in danger of being expelled. I know it is not easy to entice such students to continue their schooling, or convince their parents. And, as you know, I'm not of little influence with many of the other schools in our district."

"As for rgab, such students are rare," Calvin observed, unable to resist the opportunity for posturing, and the little dig against the public school system and Julius's own children not going unnoticed by either Stewart or Julius. "What I have to offer is equipment. I'm sure as a private school your government funding is limited, and heaven's knows the parents of your students are not usually known for their wealth. rgab on the other hand has a solid and long-established fundraising campaign, and we are constantly updating our computers and other equipment, which we'd be willing to donate to your school."

"That's most generous of both of you," Julius said suspiciously. "And in return, what are you expecting from me?"

His two guests glanced at each other again and shuffled in their chairs uncomfortably. Before coming over to the Wilson-Dean Estate they had also discussed that matter and how they would raise it, if in fact they had to. There was no polite way to state what Billy had told them. Besides, if they were right about Julius having put him up to it, he already knew and the bastard was just playing games with them. Contrary to the suspicions of his two guests, he had no idea why the two men were making such offers, and when Billy had mentioned they were coming that morning, he'd wisely not inquired why. Actually, the blackmail idea had been Cory's, and Billy had simply been a more appropriate and a willing messenger to deliver the ultimatum to the two men.

"I know you can be discrete when it comes to, well, alternative means of sexual expression," Stewart said obliquely.

"You want to have sex with me," Julius snorted in amusement and not a little surprise. "What do you want to have, another sixty-nine?"

Calvin Cosher's eyebrows rose ever so slightly with the mention of 'another,' just enough that Julius and Stewart both noticed. "I was thinking more along the lines of a piece of ass," Stewart said quickly. He hadn't been thinking that at all, but it was the first thing to come to his mind to divert the conversation away from what they'd done previously, the day that Julius Gilles had come to his office and had somehow seduced him. At least that was the way he'd chosen to remember the one and only incident between them, and his only homosexual experience. He and Calvin had discussed just what they might do to fulfill Billy's condition that they have sex with Julius, and they'd come up with having the man give them blowjobs, that being appropriately demeaning for him and at the same time maintaining their own macho image, and yet fulfilling Billy's condition. Stewart hadn't considered that Julius would be such a fool as to mention their previous liaison.

Mark Millburne's eyes had popped wide open upon hearing his father use the word ass, and he and Caitlin had exchanged glances and had giggled, neither knowing of course what Stewart had meant.

"I was thinking more along the lines of having an oral experience myself," he replied formally and stiffly, wondering why Stewart had departed from what the two of them had agreed upon.

Julius smiled at the two of them. So, they were horny perverts just like everyone else despite all their pompousness and airs. Seeing their embarrassment and discomfort was pleasant considering their smug contempt and delight in his misfortunes a year ago. He considered making them squirm further but decided perhaps it best not to push it. Besides, a particularly perverse and amusing thought just popped into his head, no doubt the result of living with his sleazy son-in-law these past ten months, and with his wife's oversexed teenage lover. "Fine. Drop your pants," he said as he stood up and began to undo his belt, having gotten dressed himself for the meeting. "I trust your word will be good enough without the need for us to draw up a contract regarding fulfilment of your side of the bargain."

The two men glanced at each other and quickly nodded, delighted things had gone as smoothly as they had and with such minimal embarrassment. Of course as they stood and undid their belts and pulled down their flies, neither man knew his son was witnessing everything. The two young boys had totally forgotten the plate of pastries as they sat there in the salon watching the three men push down and step out of their trousers, and then push down and step out of their boxers. Cory, having access to the operation of all the video cams in the house from his room, zoomed in on the dangling cocks and balls of the three men and in on the surprised and amused faces of their two sons.

"Okay, climb up on the desk and lie down on your back and raise your legs," Julius said to Stewart as he removed the few items on the desk.

Stewart looked at him blankly for a moment. "Oh. Ah, well, when I said, what I was meaning was that you," Stewart stumbled. It was awkward and difficult explaining without being vulgar.

"Well, when I agreed to our deal, this is what I meant," Julius said, knowing full well what Steward had been thinking. His confusion and embarrassment was even more delightful than the anticipation of fucking the man's ass.

Stewart Millburne was at a loss for words, and he suspected even if he hadn't been caught totally off guard there was going to be no way he was going to change Julius Gilles's mind. The man was a pervert, and as sleazy as his son-in-law. Knowing he really didn't have a choice, and deciding it best to just do it and get it over with, the thirty-seven-year-old vice principal climbed up onto the desk and lying on his back so his ass was at the edge, raised his legs.

"Com'on, raise them higher and spread them so we can have a good look at your asshole," Julius said. Turning a brilliant red with embarrassment and anger, Stewart did so, and as he did Cory zoomed in on his hole and again on the faces of the two preteen sons. Their wide-eyed wonder and their childish amusement as the camera zoomed in on Mark's father's asshole was priceless. Anthony was going to love the tape that was being made of this! As it was, the horny fifteen-year-old didn't know whether to watch the three men on the monitor, or the two boys sitting beside him. He had no idea how Cory had arranged this, but he knew his best buddy had to have been behind it. Mark and Caitlin stared with rapt attention as Julius took out a tube of KY from the drawer of his desk, this not being the first time he'd used the study for sex, and inserting the tip up Stewart's asshole he squeezed out a generous dollop.

"That's jelly, not Jello," corrected Anthony with amusement. "That's your dad?" Mark nodded, his eyes glued to the monitor and his jaw dropping as Julius smeared a large dollop of KY on his index finger and proceeded to insert it up his father's butt. "Then the other guy's…"

It had been hot the two preteens watching the three men about to have sex, but that it was their fathers made it all the hotter! Leave it to Cory to come up with something as perverted and as sexy as that! He had to be the luckiest guy in the world to have a best buddy like Cory Wilson. Cory zoomed in as Julius smeared the KY over his cock and fondled it and the boys gaped as they watched his organ quickly become erect. Anthony's was quickly swelling also, and he wasn't even touching it.

"Why's that stuff making his wiener swell up like that?" asked Caitlin innocently.

"It's not the KY. It's fiddling around with it, and thinking what he's going to be doing that's making it swell."

"By playing around with it like you're seeing. Haven't you ever gotten yours stiff playing with yourself?"

The two boys glanced at each other. That was like their dads, not letting them stay up late, or do some of the stuff their friends could do, or have desert if they didn't eat their broccoli and stuff like that.

"You must have fiddled with yourselves before," Anthony continued. The boys nodded in the affirmative as he knew they would. All guys do that. "It must have felt good." The boys nodded again, as he knew they would. "Why don't you go ahead and fiddle with them now then? Your dads are never going to know, and besides, they're having dick fun themselves aren't they?" The two boys glanced at each other and back at their fathers on the monitor, both of them naked from the waist down which meant they must be planning on doing something with their wieners. "You can at least take your pants down. Everyone in the Gilles's house goes around naked." The boys had noticed that. They glanced at each other again. Their fathers had taken off their pants and underwear, and Anthony was starkers. With shy, sheepish grins, they reached for their buckles and began to unbuckle their belts.

Anthony's dick began to swell even faster. The moment he'd stepped into the French Courtyard and found the two boys helping themselves to pastries he'd imagined them naked. Anthony was constantly thinking about sex, and was constantly horny. For Anthony, watching young boys stripping and messing around with them ranked right up there along with sons having sex with their mothers. As the two innocent young boys unsnapped the clasp of their jeans and pulled down their flies, his interest was totally diverted away from the screen, though both boys continued watching the monitor as they pushed down their trousers and stepped out of them, and then pushed down their tight white jockey shorts and stepped out of them. Upon Anthony's suggestion they strip starkers like him, they unbuttoned and removed their shirts and pulled off their socks. Their bodies were smooth and darkly tanned with sharp tan lines leaving their perfectly flat stomach and hairless pubes and compact little butts a delightful pink. Their slim bodies had the soft contours of childhood but the compactness and firmness of young preadolescent boys who were physically active and he knew if he asked them to show him their muscles, their slim arms would have cute little golf ball-sized biceps.

Speaking of cute, their little wieners were a delight, soft and whitish pink and dangling over their small, hairless, walnut sized balls in their loose sacks, Caitlin's having a long foreskin that extended well past the tip and the knob of Mark's dick, which was just slightly longer and thicker, cutely peaking out just the slightest bit from his loser ring of skin which formed a high collar about the slight bulge of his glans. Mark was a handsome child with luscious, slightly-parted lips, beautiful white teeth, thick, dark brown hair of moderate length with delightful, feathery eyelashes and chocolate brown eyes. Caitlin, a year younger, was slightly shorter and lighter, and had beautiful, curly platinum blond hair that he still wore in long curls over his ears and in thick curls over his forehead. His eyebrows and eyelashes were almost white blond also, and his eyes a delightful pale blue.

While Anthony drooled over the two luscious and now naked cherubs beside him, the two innocent boys continued to stare at the screen. Julius was by then hard, his long, thick cock glistening with KY. Grasping his pecker by the base and stepping up to the end of his desk, he positioned the tip against Stewart's lubricated asshole and slowly pushed forward. The two young boys' eyes widened even further and their jaws dropped still lower as Cory zoomed in and they watched Julius's cock slowly wedge open Stewart Millburne's lubed pucker and the head pop inside. Julius knew what he was doing, and though Stewart's hole was tight and the man a novice, he penetrated him with little difficulty given his experience and the slick lubrication, having amply greased the two of them up upon having found out from Stewart that this was his first time. His first time! He hadn't believed that at first, but given the tightness of the man's pucker, and his awkwardness, and that he even had to be told to push out with his abdominal muscles to help them unite, the man had to be telling the truth. That was the icing on the cake for Julius, and he had to pause the moment he had his cock sunk up his former Vice-principal's ass or he'd be shooting his load.

Caitlin and Mark were so shocked by the vulgar word and by what their two dads had been told to do that they didn't say a word or move an inch. They were not going to miss this! Calvin glanced at Julius in surprise, and then at Stewart laying there on his back, his legs in the air, Julius's cock rammed up his ass. This was not what either of them had expected. Calvin was uncertain what to do. He bore Stewart Millburne no ill will, though he did consider himself several steps above the man, the man being a school administrator and he the chairman of the board, and the man working for the public school system. He had said he wanted an oral experience, and he hadn't specified with Julius. Even though it wasn't Julius who was blowing him, he was having sex with him in a sense in that he was having sex with the person Julius was having sex with. He could always use that interpretation with Billy Dean if he had to if Billy questioned him.

Raising his still limp cock, having found nothing arousing about having sex with a fat, perverted slob with a black scalp and a red Maltese haircut, nor anything arousing seeing a grown man sticking his most private part up the filthy asshole of another, he stepped forward. He wasn't doing the sucking. Let Stewart object if he wanted to.

Stewart wanted to, but he knew there was little point. Julius had evidently planned this all ahead of time, the sleazy pervert. And to think that at one time long ago he'd actually admired and praised the man for his stern control of his classes and his strict discipline. The man was sick, and manipulative. As Calvin Cosher presented his limp, filthy dick to him, he resolutely opened his lips and slipped them over the man's cock. The bastard hadn't even objected nor apologized or anything. The arrogant prick had simply stepped up and presented his filthy cock to him. Well, that didn't surprise him. He was well aware of the smug arrogance of the man and his opinion of him. He wondered what secret Billy Dean had about him that he'd used to blackmail him into doing this. Maybe he hadn't been blackmailed at all. Perhaps the son-of-a-bitch was a perverted faggot just like Julius Gilles. Perhaps this had all been a ruse to get him there. From the way the little blue-eyed faggot had so readily stepped up to him, and the way he'd phrased his initial comment, that he wanted to have an oral experience, it all made sense now.

Without realizing it, Stewart had in his anger begun sucking on the man's cock and working his lips up and down the fleshy tube just as he'd done a year and a half ago to Julius, confirming for Calvin that it was Stewart who was the faggot pervert, tricking him into suggesting oral sex while all the while he'd been planning on asking his fellow filthy fag to fuck his ass. Likely the man hadn't been blackmailed at all. It had all been a trick to get him to Gilles's and propose having sex. Well, he thought as he glared down at the faggot sucking on his cock, he wasn't the one who had ended up doing the sucking. Just because he was engaging in sex with the man didn't make him a faggot. That his cock was swelling and that the man's suction and friction from his lips over his knob were sending the same exciting thrills of arousal through his delicate organ as he experienced having sex with his wife was, however, disturbing.

Cory smiled with delight as he watched the three men getting it on. He didn't need his headband to know what each man was thinking. They were wearing their emotions on their sleeves as his great-grandfather had put it in his diary, Julius's smug look and the sparkle in his eyes as he rammed his cock in and out of Stewart Millburne's ass having more to do with his delight in screwing the man who had turned on him and hadn't come to his defence or support when that asshole John Halder had called him into his office and fired him than it had to do with the pleasure pulsating through his swollen cock, though he could not deny he was enjoying that also. And of course seeing the humiliation and anger in Stewart's face as he angrily sucked on Calvin Cosher's cock, something Julius knew the two men had intended on making him do, just added to his pleasure. How and why this had come about he still didn't understand, but he was not going to question it as he grasped Stewart's brawny, hairy legs and fucked the macho stud for all he was worth.

Even with his head turned sideways and focussing on sucking Calvin Cosher's cock, Stewart Millburne could see the smug look of superiority and the perverted sparkle of pleasure in Julius Gilles's eyes. So, the filthy, fat pervert was enjoying himself was he? Well, he'd see about that. He had no idea how at the moment, but he'd get back at the son-of-a-bitch for this humiliation and debasement. That was what it was, having the sick faggot fucking his ass like his bitch. Well, let him think what he wanted, he wasn't going to squirm and cry out with pleasure like his wife did when he fucked her. The thought of his wife sickened him all the more. What would she think if she ever found out that he'd gone there to the Wilson-Dean Estate and had gotten his ass fucked and had sucked another man's cock? How could she ever kiss his lips again if she knew they'd been wrapped bout the filthy cock of another man? How could she ever spread her legs for him to give her the pleasure a real man can give a woman when she knew he'd spread his legs for another man for the same pleasure? Well, it couldn't be the same pleasure, but he could not deny that having a hard, thick cock pumping in and out of his body was sending a burning arousal pulsating out from his abused, virgin asshole, and a throbbing pleasure up his rectum and, to his great dismay, was causing him to become erect.

As Stewart Millburne angrily and worriedly worked his lips up and down his stiff cock, Calvin Cosher didn't see the anger nor worry in his eyes. What he saw flashing was pure, obscene lust. That the man was delighting in sucking his cock was evident from the way he hungrily sucked on it and the way he was concentrating as he worked his lips up and down his shaft and over his knob. He was a filthy, perverted faggot, plain and simple. What they were doing was disgusting, and debasing. Yes, his own cock was stiff and pulsating with the same desire to shoot off a load as it did when he fucked his wife. That made it all the more humiliating and disgusting, and only proved the skill of the filthy queer who was sucking him and who had probably lusted after him for years. Why else would the man have deceived him into coming here?

Well, he'd see how the faggot enjoyed getting his mouth filled with semen. Calvin smiled with the thought. His cock was throbbing with pleasure not unlike the pleasure he felt when he fucked his wife. Millburne and Gilles thought they'd debase him and bring them down to their filthy level, but he wouldn't let them. Let Millburne taste the semen of a real man. It was a filthy, perverted act, but his wife would never know, nor his daughter nor his sons. The thought of his sons reminded him of Caitlin and for a moment he wondered why they'd insisted on bringing his boy with him, and what the boy was doing. It was only for a moment. As he felt the pressure developing deep in his loins, his mind quickly returned to the pleasure he was feeling between his legs.

At that moment his eight-year-old son Caitlin was feeling pleasure between his legs too. Watching the three men engaging in hot, passionate, and from the way they were going at it and the looks on their faces, evidently enjoyable dick fun, and with Anthony sitting there beside him stroking his now stiff and swollen dick, the young boy could not help but reach down and fiddle with his little dickey as he'd done as an innocent and unaware preschooler until caught by his father and reprimanded for doing it and made to feel filthy and guilty. Anthony had been right. His father just didn't want him to have any fun. From the look of delight on his father's face as he had his wiener sucked, there was no question how he was feeling, and having another guy messing around with your dick had to be a lot wronger than playing with your own dick by yourself.

Mark Millburne was thinking much the same thing as he slowly and absentmindedly stroked his now swollen, rock-hard little cocklet, the nine-year-old's dickey barely as long and as thick as his thumb. His father had scolded him for touching himself there and had told him only filthy boys did that, and yet there was his father hungrily sucking the dickey of another man, clearly enjoying it as he sucked on it and worked his lips up and down it, and grunting and snorting with pleasure as the other man rammed his large, hard cock in and out of his asshole. Well, his father was an asshole not wanting him to have pleasure. He'd show him, he'd stroke his stiff, throbbing little cocklet all he wanted, just like the two boys sitting there with him and watching the three men on the monitor.

Julius debated stopping and allowing his lust to subside to prolong his pleasure, but he knew in doing so he'd prolong Stewart Millburne's pleasure also, and so instead he grasped the man's hips and pounded him furiously, plowing his former vice-principal's hot, tight ass with pleasure. The man could no longer be unable to claim virginity. With that delightful thought, he rammed his cock up Stewart's asshole up to his balls and began to spurt, filling the son-of-a-bitch with his hot, thick cum, his first shot for the day, and the first shot the man ever had up his fucking ass.

At the same moment, Calvin Cosher felt his cum begin to gush up his cock, and he tensed with the pleasure as his cum quickly began to fill Stewart Millburne's mouth. He was surprised and delighted how good it felt to come that way, and he quickly filled the man's mouth so that Stewart had to begin swallowing, and even then, his hot, thick slime oozed out of Stewart's lips and around his chin. Feeling Julius's hot, hard cock throbbing up his rectum and the hot gush of semen up his asshole, and having Calvin's stiff cock throbbing out his thick, creamy cum into his mouth, Stewart tensed also as his own balls constricted and his cum gushed up his stiff cock, the result of the constant stroking of his prostate by Julius's knob, but also the result of the undeniable eroticism of having sex with two other men. With a shudder of delight and of ultimate humiliation and embarrassment, he felt his hot, thick cum spurt out of his throbbing, jerking cock and spray his shirt and his heaving, hairy stomach.

"What's that white stuff coming out of my dad's wiener, and out of his mouth?" Mark asked, the nine-year-old curious and a little worried.

"That's cum," Anthony said, squeezing his stiff cock tightly below the knob to stop himself from shooting. "When a guy is older that happens when he strokes his wiener. It feels awesome."

"Can you do it?" Mark and Caitlin looked at Anthony with innocent curiosity, their fingers still tugging on their swollen little cocklets.

Anthony thought for a moment. "Why don't we all get off together, just like Goosey and your dads did?"

"We're not old enough to make that stuff, are we?" Mark asked, the look on his face revealing he wasn't all that sure he wanted to be able to make it.

"No. But you can still get off." From the puzzled looks on the boys' faces he could tell that they didn't know what he was talking about. "You saw the looks on your dads' faces just before they started to shoot their stuff, and the way they were twisting and jerking and everything?" The boys nodded.

"Well, that's called having an orgasm. You can have the same feelings, except for squirting. When a guy's too young to make cum yet it's called a dry orgasm," he explained. "You wanna try it? It feels awesome."

"Sure," the two boys said in unison with a trust only eight and nine year olds can have.

"Let's do it the same way as we saw on the monitor," Anthony suggested. "We can use the end of the table instead of a desk." The two youngsters looked at each other, curious and eager, but uncertain and frightened too. Anthony didn't need any magic headband to know exactly how they were feeling. That was what made fooling around with boys their age so special. "It will be fun, I promise," Anthony assured them.

"Just give it a try. You'll like it. Honest." They were not the first young boys Anthony had enticed into exploring their sexuality, though they were the youngest and certainly the cutest and hottest, and they were the first pair he'd ever seduced. As he glanced at one and then the other and saw the look of hesitancy in their eyes, he knew how mysterious and frightening what he was proposing was, which made fooling around with them all the hotter. He had to have sex with them! Mark especially looked reluctant, and as his mouth slowly opened Anthony knew he was going to change his mind about doing it, and as he looked into those wide, frightened, beautiful chocolate-brown eyes, he realized what had frightened the boys.

"I'll lay down on the table and be Mark's dad," he offered, "and Mark can be Goosey and fuck my ass. That way you'll know how to do it and maybe some day you can do it to your dad and make him squirm and wiggle with pleasure just like Goosey did. And you can be like your dad," he continued, looking at Caitlin, "and I'll suck your weenie and you can see just how good it feels and why your dad wanted to get sucked off."

The boys glanced at each other, relieved that neither one of them was going to have to do the sucking nor have a wiener stuck up his ass, but still uncertain though now hopeful the other would agree. Seeing the same look in the other's face, each nodded agreement.

Their worries relieved, the flush of arousal and sparkle of boyish curiosity and daring returned to the faces of the two youngsters as they stepped up to the table. Mark standing at four foot four [1.32m], and Caitlin three inches [7½cm] shorter, they found the table much too high to achieve the same connections as they'd seen the three men do on the television. Thinking quickly, Anthony lined up three of the large salon chairs and lying on his back on them, he found himself at the perfect height for the two preadolescent boys.

"Use your spit," Anthony advised, and the two boys giggled. "Go ahead, spit on your wiener and get it all slippery, and spit on your finger and stick it up my butt." The boys giggled uproariously at the idea as they glanced at each other.

Still giggling, Mark spit on his still stiff little cocklet, coating the thumb-sized little pricklet with his spittle which oozed on down over his soft, dangling balls. Spitting on his index finger, he stepped forward, and with both boys still giggling with amusement, he slowly slipped his finger up Anthony's eager butt.

"What's it feel like?" Caitlin asked Mark as he pulled his finger out and inspected it, expecting to find it shitty and relieved that it wasn't.

"Sort of hot and wet and, well, sortta like a mouth," Mark said after thinking a moment.

"Go ahead and try it if you want," Anthony offered, and curious, Caitlin spit on his finger and slipped it up the teenager's asshole and the two boys giggled again. "Okay," said Anthony, wiggling down further so his butt was at the edge of the last chair and raising his legs again, draping one over the back of the chair and resting the heel of his other foot on the table, "stick your dickey up my butt."

Mark stepped forward and holding his slender, three-inch [7½cm] dick by the base, tried to stick it up Anthony's ass. With its shortness and his inexperience, it first slipped up Anthony's crack instead of in his hole, and then down slipped down to poke his balls. "Roll your pants up and stuff them under my butt so it's a little higher," he advised. Mark did so, and once again stood behind Anthony and poked his butthole with his stiff little poker. Pushing out with his abdomen to open his hole, Anthony reached down and grasping Mark's hips, told him to put the tip of his dick in his hole and to push forward very slowly. Following Anthony's instructions, the nine-year-old was delighted to feel his little dicklet slowly penetrate the older boy's ass. He was even more delighted how good it felt having his little stiff member surrounded by hot, moist ass flesh.

"How does it feel?" Caitlin asked as he looked down at their union with the unabashed curiosity and openness of an eight-year-old.

"Way wicked," Mark replied with a grin. As he drew back to begin fucking as he'd seen Julius doing to his dad, his little cocklet slipped back out, to his dismay. It took him several attempts to get it back in, excitedly and furiously poking Anthony's backside with his stiff little cocklet, and once he got it back in several more attempts before he got the stroke right so that he didn't slip out each time.

Satisfied that Mark didn't need any further help, Anthony had Caitlin step up in front of him. Reaching out and drawing the boy closer, he slipped his lips about the boy's stiff little pecker and sucked gently on it. It was just as hard and rigid as any teenager's cock, but it felt so slender and the skin so satiny smooth. And of course at just under three inches [7½cm] hard, he easily engulfed the eight-year-old's dick totally. From the youngster's giggle and the sparkle in those pale blue eyes, Anthony didn't have to ask him how it felt. As for himself, the fifteen-year-old was in heaven. He was sucking the sweet cocklet of a platinum blond eight-year-old cherub who was having his first blow job while his ass was being vigorously and eagerly fucked by a dark-eyed, dark-haired nine-year-old stud muffin who was having his first piece of ass.

The two boys concentrated on the strange, swollen numbness of their little wieners and the pulsating pleasure of their swollen flesh as their knobs burned and tingled with a strange painful pleasure that both hurt and that was the most enticing feeling they'd ever felt. Mark's lips parted to show those large, perfect white teeth and his tongue slipped out to lick his rosy lips as he pumped his slender hips to and fro, his slender legs now rhythmically bending and straightening as he glanced down at his stiff little pecker easing out of the teenager's ass, in part out of curiosity to see if it was brown and delighted it was not, and in part just checking to be sure the swollen, numbed organ really was sliding in and out of Anthony's hot, moist asshole.

Caitlin's thin chest rose and fell as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, delighting in the pulsating pleasure and tingling arousal of his stiff little dicklet being basted by Anthony's hot, slimy spit. The strange, never before felt suction was delightful and he was already wondering how he was going to be able to feel that again after he left this place and returned home. His fine, platinum blond hair bounced about his head and his pale blue eyes shone with pleasure like he'd never felt before as he too stared down at his groin with the open-jawed wonder and delight of an eight-year-old boy.

Anthony eagerly sucked on the boy's little, slender cocklet, drenching it with his spittle and slowly and carefully pushing the long, tight foreskin back with his lips, slowly and carefully exposing the delightful little reddish berry inside until the boy's skin was pushed all the way back, exposing the tender, sensitive knob to Anthony's hot, eager tongue. As Anthony ran his tongue over it, the eight-year-old trembled and gasped with a pleasure he'd never felt before, a sharp, wonderfully painful pleasure that made him squirm with arousal. Anthony hesitated, uncertain if the boy's squirming was in pain or in pleasure, until he heard the boy's high pitched soprano voice ask him to "do that again." He did so eagerly, sending spasms of pleasure up the boy's little wiener once more and causing his own stiff cock to wag and ache with arousal.

Mark was by then feeling a strange, new tension developing deep in his groin like he'd never felt before, having never rubbed his little cocklet for so long before. Each time he pushed forward a thrill ran up his stiff, aching cocklet, and each time he pulled back another sharp thrill followed the first. His little dicklet had never ached like it was at the moment. It was a strange, frightening ache that caused him to pump his hips to and fro masochistically, the sweet pain that caused his little knob to feel like it was being pealed irresistible. Caitlin was feeling the same delightfully painful raw irritation and the same strange pressure, building, building, deep in the pit of his groin, a pain and pressure that were causing him to gasp for breath and his body to tense, a mysterious, overpowering pleasure that he couldn't seem to get enough of.

And then without warning it hit the two boys, that strange, never before felt, electric shock that ripped up the core of their swollen little cocklets and caused them to jerk and buck uncontrollably, that caused their loins to go weak and their heads to spin so that they had to grasp onto the naked teenager that was the cause of their pleasure in their dizziness so they would not lose their balance. Open mouthed and glassy eyed, the two young boys openly and unabashedly gasped and groaned with the thrill of their first orgasm.

In that numbed, frightening, delightful state, their minds focussing on the strange new feelings pulsating out from their groins, they watched with awe and curiosity as the teenager's large, swollen cock, seeming so monstrously huge compared to their own, jerked wildly as his semen spurted out of the tip and shot high into the air with a force that surprised even him. Streamer after streamer shot into the air and arched back down to lace his heaving, naked body, streaking his chest with his hot, thick, creamy teenage jism. It was the most delightful, most powerful orgasm Anthony had ever had and he looked up dreamily at the two stiff-cocked cherubs that were the cause.

As the three flushed, gasping boys sucked in the cum-scented air, delighted and awed by the majesty and wonder of sex, the three men in the monitor screen, totally forgotten by the three boys, reached for their underwear, pendants of their last ooze of cum hanging from their now limp cocks, their eyes averted and reflecting their guilt, revulsion and shame.

Chapter Sixty

Concluding chapter IV

— M-dog t-dog b-dog Mg Mt —
Thanks to Bob for the idea for the scene with Anton and Julius being dog fucked and the father sucking the dog's cum from his son's ass, and to Billy for suggesting the former Gilles home become part of the Wilson-Dean-Schuller Entertainment Company and that Julian accept his transsexuality. This is the fourth of a series of concluding chapters in which our heros get their well-deserved rewards and our villains get their just punishments.

"That was a great lunch, Mrs. Gilles, ah, I mean, Mrs., ah…" Anthony still wasn't accustomed to calling Antoinette Mrs. Wilson, or by her hyphenated name.

"Ah, no, thanks, I'm stuffed." That wasn't something one heard Anthony say very often, but it was true. Of course after snacking on the midmorning pastries for her meeting, and four large double decker sandwiches, even his appetite was satiated. Antoinette had commented on the appetite of both of Cory's friends. Of course Cory knew what had caused the two teenage boys to have an even larger appetite than normal that day.

"What about you dear?" she asked, handing the plate to her nephew, Benji Gilles. His mother and father had gone to the funeral of his great-aunt on his mother's side, and had left him there while they were away.

"No thanks Aunt Antoinette. I'm full too. May me and Anton be excused to go the kennels and play with the dogs?"

"Of course. You were going to go check on them after lunch, weren't you dear?" she asked, looking at Julius.

"Me and Terry never did get to the kennels. We sortta got sidetracked this morning," Cory said, glancing over at Terry with a knowing smile. "I got some stuff to do at the Eaglemont Studio. You guys wanna join me, or check out the kennels?" His smile broadened as he looked at Anthony, and Anthony could not help blushing. He knew damn well what Cory was thinking.

"Thanks, but I think I'll join Cory," Anthony said. She of course had no interest in playing Barbies with a boy any more than he had playing Barbies with a girl. "But," he whispered to her as he got up from the table, "I have something in my backpack that I know you'll like. It was hot and sweaty biking out here this morning."

Juliette's eyes lit up. Anthony knew that in offering to play with him she was hoping for something in return, and she knew that Anthony knew what that was. Happily accepting his gift, the eight-year-old ran off to her room, and closing the door, she lay on the bed and burying her face in the cotton briefs, she inhaled deeply as her other hand slipped between her legs. Anthony had worked up a sweat biking to the Estate that morning, and his underwear was still damp. He had purposefully put on a dirty pair from the laundry basket that morning and Juliette quivered with arousal as she inhaled the sharp, sour fragrance, her little hairless pussy swelling as much in response to the delightful aroma of Anthony's underwear as in response to the caressing of her fingers. The pleasure she derived from his soiled briefs, stained with dribbles of piss and cum leaks, was just as powerful as the sharp shocks of pleasure shooting up her tender pussy as she fingered her little clit. For the next hour or two she would be in seventh heaven, for which she'd have to find some way to repay Anthony. Anthony knew that of course, and though he wasn't into flat chested, bare pubed eight-year-old girls, he knew there was no harm in building up some brownie points in case he needed a favour down the line. Besides, he didn't mind going commando.

One of the many interests Antoinette and Julius had developed since their move to Mountainview was raising show dogs, Antoinette having developed quite an interest in dogs after the surprise Christmas gift of a dog from Julius a year and a half ago after having a dislike and fear of dogs all her life. Upon their approach to the kennels the dogs went wild with the sight of Julius, Anton and Benji. Lad particularly could not contain himself and the moment Julius entered the compound he leaped upon his favourite bitch from behind and tried to hump his ass in a standing position. Rocky was just as eager as Lad but was at a quandary whether to hump Anton or Benji. The boys solved the problem with Anton dropping to his knees and petting their Rottweiler with one hand while reaching under him and squeezing and tugging on his sheath with the other.

That left eight-year-old Benji with the Gilles's two show dogs in the compound, a Dalmatian by the name of Prince Aric and a Saint Bernard by the name of Bernie. Benji was no stranger to either of them and they both eagerly and willingly accepted his intimate touches. Julius's brother Jacques had sworn that he and his family would never visit his wacko older brother and his family again after the absurd and totally revolting wedding of his oldest daughter. Jacques was just as snobbish and arrogant as Julius and the rest of the Gilles family, and had the same abhorrence and hatred when it came to coloured people and homosexuality. The increasingly eccentric and scandalous behaviour of Julius and his children had been gradually driving a wedge between Julius and the rest of his family to the point where the family was beginning to wish Julius had changed his last name along with his wife. The wedding of his underage and obviously pregnant daughter to not just one man but two, and both of them coloureds, had been the last straw and it was not only Jacques who decided to never have contact with him again.

But then Julius opened up his private school, which the entire family saw as just another insane act, and suddenly had more money than the rest of the family added together. Jacques had no idea being the Principal of a private school for delinquents, addicts and perverts paid so well, not knowing of course the real source of the money that had purchased the Wilson-Dean Estates. Having a millionaire brother could convince anyone to change his attitude and his deepest held opinions, and when one has a nagging, social-climbing bitch of a wife who hated her in-laws you but loved social position and prestige too much to not cater and suck up to her perverted, fat slob of a sister-in-law, that change in attitude and opinion was guaranteed.

That even included allowing your one and only son, the most brilliant and promising member of the Gilles family, to visit his favourite uncle and aunt. Deadly afraid that young Benji might blurt out the perversion the two of them shared, Julius didn't dare refuse Benji's visits and he catered to his young nephew's every wish, endearing the boy even more to him. One of those wishes was that his uncle and his cousin Anton join him in 'playing' with the dogs, not because he needed any reassurance regarding what he was doing, but because he delighted in being able to engage in his secret perversion with others who felt the same way as he did, something he could not do at home with his two pets, Dobe and Shep, who were fucking their young master or getting blown by him almost daily. The young boy had a marvellous and mysterious touch when it came to animals, and animals seemed to sense that the young boy was in many ways more animal than human.

At that very moment the blond, curly-haired cherub was expertly coaxing out the long, red cocks of both dogs, tugging and squeezing the sheaths of both of them, one hairy sheath in each hand. Rolling Prince Aric over on his back, Benji bent over and slipped his lips over the slimy red dick that was beginning to emerge, coaxing it out further with his tongue. Ever so slowly the dog's slick, rubbery pecker emerged out of his hairy sack. Bernie needed no guidance in approaching the boy from behind and despite his size the huge dog agilely and gently mounted the boy. At close to two hundred pounds [90kg] and standing twenty-seven inches [68cm] at the shoulders, when they were both standing the massive dog's shoulders were above the boy's waist and he was almost four times heavier than the fifty-five-pound [25kg] boy.

Lad was the first to get an erection and wild with anticipation of fucking his favourite bitch, he was at that moment excitedly poking Julius's massive backside with his slimy, rubbery cock in a frenzy to insert it up his rectum. Julius of course was well experienced at this by now and just as horny as his doggy partner and he wiggled into position, knowing just what height his ass had to be at just as Lad knew by instinct what angle his cock had to be at to penetrate his human bitch. Anyone watching would have to conclude that the man was eager to be fucked by the German Shepard from his behaviour, and that he was accustomed to doing it with dogs from the way he positioned himself and how easily he and the German Shepard got right into it. They would have arrived at the same conclusion about Anton who was being mounted just as eagerly by his Rottweiler, and who was just as expert in assuming the bitch position as his father. They would have been correct on both counts.

It was a touching family scene, father and son kneeling there side by side and accepting the two horny male dogs like the faithful bitches that they were. Despite his parents' obesity and the rich diet his mother kept the family on, and despite the entire family in their misery and frustration having turned to food as a crutch to handle the troubles and frustrations in their life, Anton was as skinny as a rail, thanks to a high metabolism combined with an active sex life, and he had not grown much since entering puberty, neither in height nor in length. He was still just under five feet [1.50m] and weighing eighty-eight pounds [40kg] you could still easily count his ribs, and his cocklet hadn't changed at all in its soft state, though now hard it had gained an inch since this time last year and was now four inches [10cm] long though as slender as his thumb. His thinness, his short cock and hairless pubes, the boy having shaved off the few fine hairs that had grown, added to his youthful attractiveness, and his black mascara and purple lipstick, multiple ear piercings, nipple rings, nose stud, eyebrow rings and tongue stud, his latest piercing, reflected his wild side. The only thing he had in common with his father, who was now over two hundred and fifty pounds [113kg], mostly gut and ass, was the black scalp and red Maltese Cross haircut the two shared. That, and a fondness for being fucked by dogs.

Both father and son had truly come to enjoy their canine trysts, with Cory's help by way of his headband of course. There was no need for foreplay, no need for discussion of any sort, and their partners harboured no feelings of guilt or animosity as was usually the case in having sex with people. It was pure and simple sex, sex in its rawest form, and Julius and Anton felt great about it. That had not always been the case. When they'd first begun, it had been with reluctance, and they'd felt dirty and ashamed while they were doing it, and for days later. Gradually that had changed. Now they looked forward to their time with their stud dogs, and they felt no guilt nor any negativity whatsoever over their desires. It was sex at a pure, animal level, erotic and satisfying physically and mentally.

Their desire for canine sex was nowhere near as great as the passion Anton's eight-year-old cousin had however. Having been introduced to the joy of sex with dogs by his uncle almost a year and a half ago, with the help of Cory's headband, he'd been engaging in their secret pleasure every opportunity he could find since. With his sweet, innocent looks and behaviour, neighbours were quite willing to let him play with their dogs, and once they found out what sort of play Benji enjoyed the most, their dogs were eager to play with him. Dogs know when the bitches in the neighbourhood are in heat, and Benji, whose scent they all came to associate with sex, was always in heat, so just as in nature, the dogs were constantly swarming around his house and looking for action, which young Benji was more than willing to provide.

Benji's skill as a dog lover was obvious as he eagerly sucked on Prince Aric's stiff, slimy-looking, red cock and worked his lips up and down the length of the foul organ like most eight-year-old boys suck on a cherry popsicle. To Benji, a dog's slimy, rubbery cock tasted even better than a cherry popsicle and his mouth quickly filled with spittle which he allowed to baste Prince Aric's hot cock and pick up its flavour before swallowing it. As he knelt there on all fours sucking the Dalmatian's cock, Bernie was rapidly plunging his massive cock in and out of the young boy's asshole, and like the good bitch that he was, Benji worked his sphincter in time with the plunging and withdrawal of Bernie's long, thick cock. Like all dogs, Bernie had begun coming the moment he'd inserted his cock up Benji's hot, moist asshole, and his rubbery organ was now noisily schlucking in and out of his ass as Benji tensed his young, naked body and raised his buttocks like a good little bitch.

Julius, Anton, and Benji were soon grunting and panting with arousal, their own cocks stiff as a result of the hot, hard pricks plunging in and out of their butts and massaging their prostates, and the hot, slick dog cum oozing out of their assholes and down along their ass cracks and the backs of their dangling balls. The three dogs doing the fucking were snorting too, their tongues hanging out and dripping with spittle as their cocks throbbed hotly up their partners' rectums. Finally Bernie, Lad and Rocky grasped their bitches even more tightly about their waists with their front legs and lunged forward, ramming their knots into the willing and aching male cunts and spurting out their cum even more rapidly and forcefully. Their swollen knots plugged the tightly gripping assholes just as effectively as they would normally plug a bitch's cunt and kept the three dogs firmly united with their bitches as they pumped their rectums full of hot dog slime. As Prince Aric came, Benji did his best to swallow the thick doggy slime but there was just too much and the Dalmatian was spurting too rapidly so that his slimy cum oozed out of the corners of Benji's mouth and around his chin to form an obscene goatee. The other three dogs stood there locked with their partners, a dazed, contented look on their faces as they emptied their swollen balls, content to just stand there with their swollen cocks up their bitches' rectums for the next twenty minutes. Julius and his young son and nephew knew that they didn't have much choice other than to kneel there on all fours and let nature take its course.

When at last the dogs pulled out, Julius knelt behind his son, and fastening his lips to his asshole, began to suck the slimy dog cum out of his ass. That was part of the routine he'd been forced to perform for Bob Moser for those initial months when he and Anton had serviced Lad and whatever other dogs that had been attracted by their rutting in Riverside Park. Back then he'd sucked on his son's asshole with nausea and shame, performing the humiliating act unwillingly and angrily, forcing back the impulse to puke knowing Bob would just force him to suck up his cum-laced vomit. Now after a year and a half, he sucked the cum from his thirteen-year-old son's rectum willingly and eagerly, having come to enjoy the filthy, obscene act and to even enjoy the taste of dog cum and ass slime.

As Julius ate out his thirteen-year-old son, young Benji knelt behind his uncle's broad buttocks and parting his fat, hairy cheeks, fastened his smooth, young lips to his uncle's asshole and began to suck out Lad's slime. Unlike his uncle, he'd never found the perverse act humiliating nor shameful, being too young to have been brainwashed into such thinking by his parents and society. He loved the taste of dog cum as much as he loved the taste of dog cock, and besides, the eight-year-old boy wanted to please his uncle, who had taught him the joys of sex and the fun he could have with his little pee-er, and from the eagerness with which his uncle sucked the asshole of his cousin, the young boy could only conclude that his uncle would enjoy the same thing being done to him. Not wanting the boy to feel any shame or guilt over what he was doing, and afraid if he upset the boy he might tell his father what the two of them did, Julius knelt there and allowed the boy to suck his asshole, unable to tell him it was actually a filthy, perverted act that guys should not engage in with each other, and that unlike his son, was not bringing him any pleasure at all.

Cory, Terry and Anthony had meanwhile gotten dressed and Sangha Chouan, who had been hired on permanently as chauffer for the family and valet for Billy, Juan and Cory, had driven them to the Gilles's old home in Eaglemont which Billy, Cory and Jacob Schuller had converted into a studio for the making of porn videos and photographs, some up front and open before cameras and a filming crew, others clandestine and with the participants unaware by use of hidden cams, which Billy jokingly referred to as their reality shows, and some of them using the one-way mirrors and hidden passageways and alcoves throughout the house to provide live entertainment for a selected audience. It was in one of those alcoves built around the perimeter of the basement and behind one of those mirrors that Cory took his two buddies. The tiny room they were looking in on was formerly Julius's workroom which except for a few additional tools and pieces of equipment had been left much the same. They had no sooner sat down than the door opened and Nicole Halder was thrown into the room, quickly followed by Juan Carlos and his wife Annette Carlos-Dean and two masked males.

"I'll teach you to go checking out other guys while you're with me," Juan snapped as he glared at Nicole angrily.

"Yes or no, bitch?" He slapped her hard across the face, cracking her lip and drawing blood. He had treated her roughly before, but never this roughly.

"Yes," she said, cowering before him. All she'd done was look, and she couldn't help it. With his olive skin, dark eyes, and chiselled body, seventeen-year-old Nicholas Pandoppolis was a Greek god, and with his tight shorts and unbuttoned shirt what girl could resist admiring his body? She was after all a healthy eighteen-year-old girl, nineteen next month. Nicholas of course knew that he had what it takes and dressed provocatively whether he was trolling for pussy or not.

"When a girl is with me, she has eyes for no other men except me, understand me?"

"Yes," she said meekly, glancing over at Annette with embarrassment and hopes for support.

Annette quickly glanced away, just as embarrassed as the older girl. Even though she was only fifteen she knew it was a double standard, but that was the way men were, her father, her husband Billy Dean, and her other husband Juan Carlos. Juan openly looked at other women when he was with her, and in fact he had been sleeping with Nicole these past two months while she was carrying their son. He'd said that men needed sex just like they needed to eat and drink, and that he was doing her a favour screwing other women while she was big with their unborn child rather than expecting her to spread her legs every day for him in her condition. Juan, like Billy, was always thinking of what was best for her and she was ashamed of having been peeved with Juan and jealous of Nicole. She was lucky to have such considerate husbands as Juan and Billy. Women were, after all, created to serve men and provide them pleasure. He was quite justified in expecting her as his wife to cook and clean house for him and to satisfy his sexual appetite, which was very large, and which she also knew she should be thankful for.

Nicole nodded meekly. One thing she'd learned very quickly when she and Juan had begun going out together was that Juan expected his women to be loyal to him. There was nothing wrong with that. Her mother had been loyal to her father. They had loved each other deeply, and when she'd died of complications giving birth to her wretched little brother, her father loved her so much he couldn't bring himself to date another woman, not even after fourteen years.

So Nicole made no resistance when the two masked males who had met them at the door stepped forward and tied ropes around her wrists and then tied the two ropes to hooks in the ceiling so her arms were raised above her head and spread out in a V. There was something familiar about both of them, though she wasn't sure what it was and she was sure she'd never seen either one of them before. There certainly wasn't anyone in her circle who was into leather and bondage. The older of the two stood a little over six feet [1.80m] and weighed over two hundred pounds [90kg], all of it solid muscle. He was built like a football player with sturdy thighs and arms and a broad, muscular chest. Dark brown hair covered his calves and his forearms and formed a dense mat over his chest. The other was a boy, perhaps twelve or very early teens from his size, with fine blond hair and steel blue eyes. His body was trim and muscular, but still hairless and with the rounded contours of a boy who had not yet entered puberty. He was maybe five feet [1.50m] tall, and ninety pounds [40kg].

Juan stepped forward, and grasping her blouse, he yanked it open, popping the buttons off, and then ripping it from her body. She wanted to cry as the shreds fell to the basement floor. It was brand new. She'd boughten it just yesterday purposefully to impress Juan, and it had taken a month's allowance. Slipping the knife out of the holder he had strapped to the back of his calf, he cut the straps of her bra, revealing her breasts to the two strangers. She had firm, attractive breasts, an attribute the eighteen-year-old knew men admired though she noticed there wasn't the slightest spark of interest in the eyes of the two masked individuals. "Please, no," she pleaded as he reached out for her skirt, but he ignored her as he tore it from her body also, and then yanked down her panties, revealing her strawberry-blond pubes and delicious-looking cunt. She stood there naked and exposed, unable to even cover her privates bound as she was, and the two masked strangers grinned at her, enjoying her embarrassment and humiliation.

Each taking a breast, they caressed and squeezed the warm, firm mounds and ran their fingertips over her nipples. Being sensitive as they are on all young, sexually active girls, they of course quickly responded and were soon firm and protruding and aching with that sweet pain that one both loved and hated. Grinning evilly at her, they raked their fingernails over the swollen, irritated buds, sending shards of pain through them and through her breasts. They repeated the torture over and over, causing her to jerk and cringe with the pain, even when they pretended, reaching out but not actually touching her. Seeing her tensing with the anticipated pain, they laughed at their trick and the next time grabbed her swollen teat and gave it a cruel twist.

Searching in the cupboards, the younger of the two took out a can and opening it, took out two alligator clips. Nicole looked on in horror as he handed one to the older individual and the two advanced, opening up the jagged-toothed clips and clipping them onto her sore, swollen nipples. She shrieked and jerked with the pain and again they laughed at her as they attached a fine chain to each of the clips and added a weight to the end of the chain. Pain shot through her swollen, red nipples as they were stretched and as her two torturers set the two weights swinging.

"I think she needs spanked," Juan observed, and the two individuals dutifully stepped up behind her.

The oldest swatted her first, slapping her naked buttock with the palm of his hand with a resounding and painful slap. The younger followed, slapping the other cheek. They took turns, and with each slap they hit her with more force until her backside was crimson and smarting with the spanking. They were not holding back. A year ago she'd enjoyed doing the same to her kid brother Dominic when he was still living with them and before her father had sent him to live with Julius Gilles in punishment for supposedly raping her, which she'd falsely claimed he'd done when her father had caught the two of them screwing, and in the hopes that Julius Gilles's strict discipline would teach him the evil of his ways. She had enjoyed torturing her kid brother whom she blamed for her mother's death just as her father had, and she knew now how he must have felt as her bottom burned as if it had been skinned.

"Now that you have her ass nice and tender, I think she needs a good whipping," Juan directed, and the two readily responded.

Taking a fan belt down from the hook on the ceiling beam, the older of the two flicked it across her tenderized backside, causing her to jerk and yelp with the pain. The younger meanwhile searched in one of the drawers in the workroom and took out a battery-operated vibrator. Turning it on, he placed the tip against her asshole, sending vibrations of stimulation through her pucker. And so as the one whipped her buttocks and sent lashes of pain through the tender flesh, the other massaged her anus, sending vibrations of stimulation and pleasure through it so that she was squirming one second with searing pain and the next with electrifying pleasure. The younger individual slowly inserted the tip into her opening and held it there so that as she jerked with the pain of the whipping and sank back, she sank back onto the vibrator, driving it up her rectum.

Then as the boy took over whipping her backside, which by then was crisscrossed with thin red lashes, the older took the vibrator and stepping in front of her, ran the tip along her labia, smearing that most delicate and precious of her parts and her fine, freshly shampooed strawberry blond hairs with the shit and ass slime that had stuck to the vibrator. He perversely ran it along her slit, sending ripples of pleasure through her labia and up her vagina while her stomach turned in revulsion with the thought of the shit-smeared vibrator touching her pussy and as the younger boy lashed her tender backside, sending pangs of pain through the glowing flesh. The older boy placed the tip of the vibrator against her clit, sending pangs that were not that different up her vagina and causing her labia to swell and her pussy to begin filling with juice. Just as the younger boy had placed the tip against her anus, the older now placed the tip between her labia so that as the younger boy whipped her ass and she automatically jerked forward, she drove the vibrator up her hot, rapidly filling cunt. Soon the vibrator was coated with her slimy cunt juice and with a smile, he withdrew it and easily inserted it up her asshole. All the while her boyfriend of two and a half months and the young girl he'd introduced to her several weeks ago as his wife stood there watching her humiliation and abuse.

Removing the vibrator once again, the younger boy perversely held the tip up to her lips like a tube of lipstick and proceeded to paint her lips with the slime from her ass and her cunt, to the amusement of Juan and the embarrassment of his young wife. Though she knew he had a quick temper, something it seemed all Latinos had, Nicole could not believe he was treating her so cruelly, just for looking at another boy. Actually she could not believe any of this was happening to her. Two years ago she was on the top of the world, popular, desired, and dating a handsome, awesomely built football star, Kenneth Ballard, to the envy of all the girls at William Cleaver High School. Then, toward the end of their senior year, he dumped her, and not only that, dumped her for a guy! After bragging what a stud he was, and what a gentleman, how humiliating was that! And he'd dumped her not for just any guy, but for her kid brother! She could not have hated two people any stronger than she hated the two of them when it all came out, making her the laughing stock of their graduating class and the entire school.

She had at first sworn off all guys, seeing them all as oversexed perverts with only one thing on their minds, and had thrown herself into her studies and life as a first year university student, but rumours quickly started that she couldn't attract guys so there had to be something wrong with her, and then even more vile rumours that she didn't like guys, and everyone knew what sort of girl that made her. So, she'd begun flirting with the most macho and chased after studs at the University of California Riverside campus with such enthusiasm that her former highschool classmates began whispering behind her back that she was a slut, and the guys she had gone to school with the year before began asking her out on dates, with, she quickly found out, the expectation that she was hot to put out. The truth was that filled with remorse and guilt over having had sex with her kid brother, something she'd found immensely pleasurable but also immensely disgusting and shameful and something she'd never been able to explain as to how it had happened and why she'd done it, she was actually filled with revulsion every time a boy began to get too intimate.

Then just over two months ago she'd met Juan. He was handsome and had a rad body and he was older and more mature than the university boys she'd been dating, and he was charming, as Juan could be when he wanted to. He romanced her with gifts and flowers and flattery, and desperate for the love that she'd felt she and Kenneth Ballard had, she'd fallen in love with the suave, good-looking, twenty-seven-year-old Puerto Rican and she'd given him the most precious thing she owned, her body. For a month they were deeply in love, but then she began to learn more about the man she'd fallen in love with, things like he had children by two other women, that he was married, and that he earned a living by engaging in various unsavoury activities. But she also learned that he was a dedicated father and husband, honest, loyal to those close to him, and a gentle, caring lover.

"Yes." She was sorry, very sorry, even though she hadn't been making eyes at him.

"Yes." Nicole knew he didn't mean anything derogatory by his vulgarity. That was just his way of talking, the way he'd been raised. He called every female a bitch, even his own wife. Nicole stared at the floor as she flushed a bright red, her cheeks turning as crimson as her buttocks. His wife was standing right there listening to all this. What must she be thinking of her, admitting she worshipped her husband's body, that she was hot for, for, for his cock?

Of course Annette knew all about this side of Juan. She had gotten use to the language of her two husbands, their vulgarity and coarseness just part of their honesty and earthiness, and actually, part of their raw, animal sex appeal. And she had come to accept their perverse interests. Why shouldn't her husband have sex with another woman? Sex and love were not the same thing. Besides, she had two husbands, and she was having sex with two other males besides them herself, two brothers. She watched emotionlessly, almost detached, as if it was some rap video, or one of the porno videos her husbands enjoyed watching and made her watch with them, as Nicole was untied and told to bend over and spread her legs. She stood there and watched as her husband stepped up behind the abused woman, the clips and weights still attached to her breasts, and unzipped his pants.

It was only when he pulled out his long, stiff cock that she felt anything, and then it was a feeling of envy and of desire. Nicole was not the only one who was hot for his cock and as she watched him step up behind Nicole and coating the knob of his long, brown sausage with the cunt slime that had been smeared over her asshole and that had dribbled between her legs from her cunt, she wished that she was the one he was about to fuck. Even when he roughly and crudely shoved his cock up Nicole's tight, virgin ass instead of her cunt as she and Nicole had been expecting, she still wished that it was her he was shoving it in. It was a love-hate relationship she had. Having sex with a coloured man was disgusting and filthy and it made her skin crawl just thinking about it, but she loved cock, especially her husband's, being fucked by it, having it up her ass, and sucking it, and seeing it sinking up Nicole's asshole made her cunt ache with lust and caused her to clench her asshole with desire.

Juan was very much aware of that as he slowly sank his cock up Nicole's tight asshole until his coarse hairs were pressing against her tender, sensitized buttocks, and it was one of the reasons he'd invited her along for this little show. A bitch had to be reminded her place and how fortunate she was, even when she was your wife. Slowly drawing back and easing his long, brown cock back out of Nicole's rectum, he paused and then sank it back in, enjoying the physical pleasure as much as the humiliation of the two girls. He was breathing heavily with lust, and Nicole was breathing heavily also as she lost her anal virginity. After fucking her for a minute, he instructed Annette to step up in front of her and told Nicole to remove her skirt and panties and to eat her out. Nicole had never touched a woman sexually, but she'd watched many videos with her boyfriend, who seemed to enjoy seeing two women getting it on, and after two months she knew it was useless to argue. She grasped Annette's hips and with a grimace, stuck out her tongue and ran it up her slit. To Nicole's disgust, Annette began to swell immediately. Of course Annette had no more delight in having sex with a woman, but she was aroused from watching her husband, and she knew he was only thinking of her pleasure and had told Nicole to eat her because he didn't want to be the only one getting pleasure. She was so lucky to have such a considerate husband who even while having sex was concerned about her sexual well being.

So, as Juan fucked Nikki's ass and she licked Annette's cunt, her two masked abusers finally removed the clamps from her tits and removing their jock straps, approached her on either side. The older had a generous cock, which at the moment was rock hard, and as he stroked it he ran the tip over her swollen nipple, sending ripples of arousal and sharp pleasure through her breast. The younger was indeed a preteen, his cocklet a nice size and with a long, beautiful foreskin, but his pubes totally hairless and his dick a pure white-pink. He might be young, but he was not so young he could not get hard, and he rubbed the tip of his stiff little dick against her other nipple.

Cory, Terry and Anthony could not just sit there passively after all they'd seen, and the three randy teens pulled out their cocks and began beating off as they watched the live show in front of them, made all the hotter in that they knew the actors, including the masked torturers. It was not long before there were six hot, throbbing cocks and six pairs of balls aching to get off a load, and two cunts throbbing and dripping with juice. As Juan began to fill her asshole with his hot slime, the older of the two masked individuals began to spurt his load over her breast and the three young boys in the audience shot out their young teen loads into the tissue that was conveniently provided in the alcoves for the audience. The youngest, not yet able to come, trembled and jerked with his dry orgasm with just as much pleasure as the others as Annette arched her back and quivered with her climax and Nicole Halder shuddered with hers.

At that moment the door to the room opened and two individuals stepped in, and older man in his forties with a touch of grey at the temples, and a striking, underdressed young woman at least half his age with gorgeous, long, dark brown, red-streaked hair, huge, round boobs, and an expensive diamond pendant in her cleavage.

"Oh, hi, dad," said the younger of the two masked individuals as John Halder stared in total shock and disbelief at the scene before him.

"Dad?" Nikki said in even greater shock and disbelief at not just seeing her father in all unlikely places, but suddenly realizing why the two masked individuals had looked so familiar.

Immediately after lunch while Julius had headed to the kennels and Cory and his friends had gone to get dressed, Julian had headed to the Galleria at Tyler, one of Riverside's major shopping malls. He didn't have to meet his date until three, but he liked to browse in the upscale and trendy stores for the latest fashions, and he liked the attention he got when he strolled around the mall. He was a very striking woman. Tall for a woman, he had put on considerable weight, thanks to the calorie-rich diet his mother had the family on and his weakness for sweets, but also thanks to Doctor Copelan's Natural Breast Developer and the drugs Freddy Rabb had provided him during his formative stages, most of the fat he'd gained had gone to his boobs, and the rest had gone to his hips, giving him a broader beam than was normal for a boy but which was typical for girls.

Despite the daily intake of sweets and fried food, the acne that had plagued him a year ago had cleared up, again thanks to the pills Freddy provided him and the cleansing creams he applied to his skin every night before going to sleep along with André's Extra Strength Hair Remover for Men. He always had thick, gorgeous hair, and having let it grow out for the past year, it now flowed over his shoulders in thick curls, which he'd streaked with deep red just like his mother's. His father had on more than one occasion observed that his hair was the other thing he'd inherited from his mother, besides his large boobs. His father had never been able to accept his choice of sexual satisfaction, which in Julian's mind was a minor perversion compared to the quirks of the rest of his family, and especially his father.

As he strolled out of the dress shop, he was very much aware of the looks of envy he was receiving from the women, and as he sat down on the bench and crossed his legs to reveal his shapely thighs, he was even more aware of the lust in the eyes of the men and teenage boys who passed by. His legs, once covered with a mat of fine, dark-brown hair that was the envy of other teenage boys, were now completely smooth, and he delighted in showing them off, wearing the shortest skirts possible and still stay in fashion, or absent-mindedly hiking up his dress in the presence of men. The extra fat that had gone to his thighs and been kept in check by regularly playing soccer with his brother and brothers-in-law, and a regular swimming schedule, swimming developing not just his leg muscles but also his breasts. It being almost three, he headed over to Helzber Diamonds where he was to meet his date. Ever since lunch he had for some reason felt especially horny.

"Thank you," Julia said with a delighted smile and a modest blush. Thanks to her regular intake of estrogen and daily applications of depilatory cream, her cheeks were smooth as a baby's bottom. She knew that but she never tired to hearing complements regarding her beauty.

"Yes, I am," Julia replied, fluttering her eyes at her date flirtatiously though the reason for meeting her at a jewellers was obvious.

"Ah, Mister Halder, how nice to see you," said the owner as he hurried over to greet them.

Julian looked at his date. Mister Halder? They'd been seeing each other for two months with an increasing frequency, but just as John had never asked her for her last name nor offered his, nor had Julia. It was just irony in a way, him flirting with the man who had given his father his walking papers. Of course neither knew, but their initial meeting had been no coincidence. They had met each other there at the Galleria at Tyler and though he'd had no interest in women since his wife had died, throwing himself totally into his work in his grief and misery, John Halder had found himself immediately attracted to the young woman, and Julian had found himself attracted to the distinguished looking gentleman who, like most men, had paused to admire his beauty. Both feelings had been natural given their physical appearances, but they had been greatly augmented by Cory and his headband, Cory knowing that Julian frequented the mall at noon and in the late afternoon when businessmen were on their lunch break or heading home, and having easily planted the idea in John's head one day when he was at the school to check out Helzber Diamonds for a gift for his daughter for Valentine's after school Friday, and then for Julian to check out their specials at the same time, during which time of course he'd remained hidden just outside the store. What was Valentine's after all if one didn't play a little cupid, especially one with Cory's skills and a mind as dirty as any healthy fourteen-year-old boy?

"I assume this is, ah, the young lady for whom you requested the piece," the owner observed, not knowing exactly what he should call the young woman who was young enough to be the man's daughter, but which he was sure was not. Taking out the necklace, Julian was awed by its beauty, and by its obvious cost. As he turned and the jeweller fastened it about his neck, the man could not help but glance down in admiration at Julian's well-exposed and ample boobs.

"It is gorgeous," Julian observed, looking at himself in the mirror. The diamond pendant rested perfectly in his cleavage, drawing attention to his boobs though they certainly needed no help in attracting looks.

"As are you, my dear," John said sincerely. As they headed back out into the mall, he casually observed that the store also had a very nice selection of engagement rings. The hint did not go unnoticed by his date. They had not gotten intimate, in part because unlike most men, John's attraction was more than lust, and in part because he was not that sort of man even before he'd gotten married, and was certainly not now since his wife's death. Besides, finding an appropriate place was difficult. He was much too young to be making out up at Makeout Point or on the sofa of his date's home, and with Nikki living at home it would be awkward bringing Julia home for the night, and uncomfortable having sex with his young date in the bed where he'd had sex so often with his wife anyway. That only left him one choice, and he was not about to cheapen their relationship by taking her to a motel.

Julian had been happy with the nonsexual aspect of their relationship, finding it satisfying to be admired for whom he was, for who he was as Julia that is, rather than as a sex object to satisfy the horny needs of men old enough to be his father, which was the thought of most men of John's age who tried hitting on her. Given the expensive gift, however, a kiss was not going to do this time, and the horny feeling that had struck him over lunch had suddenly doubled the moment she'd set eyes on him that afternoon. Walking the mall always got him aroused, and knowing what was in the back of his mind and John Halder's for that particular date, Cory had easily enhanced those feelings during lunch, knowing that nature, and Julia, would take care of sparking John Halder's desires along with a little post-hypnotic suggestion of his own.

Coyly telling John that he wanted to thank him for his gift, Julian told him he knew of a place nearby where they could be alone, and though John declared that wasn't necessary, he could not ignore the feelings he was having, feelings he hadn't had for a long time, and he was actually glad that Julia had come up with a way out of his problem of finding a suitable place to express those feelings that had been building all month. The place Julian had in mind of course was his old home, another suggestion that had been planted in his head by Cory and which was perfectly logical and quickly accepted as his own thought, as was the idea that they go to the family room in the basement, which would not be as awkward as using his parent's bedroom or that of his sister or himself. Of course hearing voices in his father's former workroom and assuming it was a couple of his brother-in-law's filming crew putting together props for an upcoming movie and intending on telling them to make themselves scarce for a few hours, he and John had stepped in at the worst possible time. Actually, as far as Cory was concerned, it was the perfect time, and they hadn't had to resort to the contingency plan he and Juan had to prolong Nikki's torture in the workroom until her father and date arrived.

"I… ah… I'm… ah… sorry about that," Julian fumbled as the two of them stepped back into the hallway. "I… ah… thought the place would be deserted this time of day."

"It's my former home. It's… ah… been… ah… converted into… ah… a movie studio."

"Ah, yeah. I thought for sure there'd be nobody here at this time of day. I'm really sorry. I didn't know of anywhere else to go to… ah, well, to go. I guess it doesn't matter now anyway. I don't imagine you want to, ah, well, do anything," he fumbled. The kid in the mask and leather harness and the young woman closer to his age bent over getting her ass fucked by his brother-in-law, her tits dripping with cum and having evidently just tongued his younger sister, had called his date dad. He didn't have clue how the hell they could have met up with his brother-in-law and sister, or how he could have such miserable luck for them to be at that exact location that precise hour, and he certainly couldn't imagine how his date had to be feeling having discovered his son and daughter in such a compromising situation.

"No," said John suddenly and firmly, his voice tinged with poorly repressed anger. He knew what Julia was trying to say. What they'd just seen had to have been a terrible shock to an innocent young thing like herself. He had known his son was a little pervert for a year, ever since he'd found the little bastard forcing himself on his sister, and his first thought was that he was doing it again, this time with accomplices. The problem was that from the sounds he'd heard from the other side of the door and the look on his daughter's face, she wasn't being forced to do anything. Those were the sounds and the look of someone who was thoroughly enjoying herself, enjoying getting it up her backside of all things, and in the presence of others, and engaging in a filthy act with another of her own sex!

What sort of children had he raised? They attended church every Sunday since they'd been born, and if he wasn't the area superintendent for the public school system, he'd have sent his children to a proper Catholic school, but he figured he owned the public school system that much. Even so, his son was even a choir boy for God' sake! Actually, thinking about that and revelations about Catholic priests, and recent rumours about Bishop Henry himself, perhaps that was where the problem had begun. It certainly wasn't his fault. He'd lead a decent, Christian life. Hadn't he been strict with his children? He'd given them food, shelter and clothing. They were not wanting. Hadn't he sent his little pervert son for counselling with Father Henry as a good Catholic was taught to do, and then to live with Julius Gilles, the strictest teacher he knew until the man with berserk?

Well, just because he had two deviates as children, he wasn't going to let that ruin what was supposed to be a perfect day, and the conclusion to something that he'd been wanting now for some weeks. His children were not going to ruin what up until a few moments ago had been the happiest day of his life since his wife died, not like his son had ruined his life by being born, not like his self-centred, whorish daughter had shown what she thought of his principles and values. "Is there another room we can use?"

"Ah, yeah, sure," Julian said in surprise. "Ah, yeah, I know where we can go, if, ah, well, if it's not being used."

After his first surprise, he peeked in first before opening the door wider and stepping inside. His sister's room was the closest that could come to being a room he as a young woman might have had. It still was made up as a fourteen-year-old teenage girl's room, but it was close enough if you didn't look around too closely, and what he was intending on doing wouldn't be leaving John any time to be examining the decor.

Julian need not have worried. Fuelled by his anger and disgust over what he'd seen his children doing and now even more determined to satisfy the lust that he'd come so close to satisfying and the pleasure that he'd been denying himself for so long, John Halder had only one thing on his mind. Grabbing Julian with an uncharacteristic savagery, John pressed his lips against his forcefully, and accustomed to men being so filled with lust for him, Julian returned the kiss with equal lust. Their lips met repeatedly and hotly as they tore each other's clothes off, tossing their garments recklessly about the room until the older man was naked and perspiring and Julian was down to his lacy black bra and specially designed thong panties. Removing his bra, John cupped his breasts and kissed them and fondled them, delighting in their firmness and size just as he'd imagined they would be, the breasts of a young, vibrant woman. He ran his tongue over Julian's nipples, causing them to quickly become firm, and he slipped his lips over the right and sucked eagerly on the swollen teat as his ran his right hand down over Julian's delightfully flat stomach toward his skimpy panties.

Julian twisted away, at the same time reaching down and caressing John's stomach and running his fingers through his coarse hairs. The man was well built, and he eagerly reached down further and fondled his sweaty, low-hanging balls and his rapidly growing cock, something John had never had a woman do to him before, not even his wife with whom he'd made passionate but very traditional love. He once again reached for Julian's cunt but Julian reached down and guided his hand back up to his breast. John understood, knowing a woman needed more foreplay than a man, and in his lust and after all these years forgetting. He did not mind. Julia had very pliable and delightful breasts that he eagerly caressed, kissed, and sucked. After kneading and caressing his ass for a while, Julia once again took his cock, now rock hard and aching, and began to slowly stroke it. John began to slip his hand down toward her crotch again.

"It'll be all right," John assured him, inching his hand back down toward forbidden territory. "I love you so much. I… I need you so much."

"I feel the same way about you," Julian confessed, and he did, completely and sincerely. "But… but I'm… it's, you know, that time of my month." It was not his first time using that excuse with a man, and he said it convincingly. That stopped John's progress, as it did with every man. It was at that point that in the past Julian offered his alternative, to give his lover a hand job, and though disappointed, the man usually relented, discovering to his delight that Julia could give a man a hand job like no woman he'd ever known before could. That usually allowed their relationship to continue for several more dates, at which point if Julian was really hot for the man, which he usually was, he'd offer to give him a blow job, or offer him his ass, two other alternatives that invariably his lover took in his lust to get off.

In John's case, Julian wanted badly to be fucked like a woman and skipped the first two alternatives and went straight to offering John his ass. John rejected the idea outright, finding just the thought of sticking his cock up such a dirty place repulsive, and as a gentleman, not expecting that much of his date when she had no control over nature's cruel trick on them. Normally Julian would have been delighted in delaying the inevitable, but this time she sincerely wanted her ass fucked and was persistent. As he stroked John's cock and kissed him and assured him she did not mind, John was feeling much too horny and too desperate to put up much resistance.

Retrieving the tube of lubricant and pack of condoms he'd brought with him from the pocket of his trousers, having told himself he had no intention of using them and cheapening the loving relationship he was building with Julia but that a true gentleman was prepared just in case, John was surprised when Julia told him she wanted it raw, that she wanted to be able to feel his flesh inside her, against her own. As surprising as her crudeness was, it was also highly erotic and more than made up for being denied her other opening. He could not refuse. Quickly lubing up his stiff cock, he knelt behind her on the bed as she assumed the position on all fours. Her black thong was especially designed for this emergent action, having instead of the single strap between her legs and extending up her crack to the elastic band of her panties, having two straps spread apart like the top of an X so that her rear opening was readily available, something that should have raised his suspicions but which in his lust his mind ignored.

Pressing the tip of his aching cock against her back hole, he slowly pressed forward. Julia of course was accustomed to this and easily opened up to him, allowing him to sink his cock up her rectum at first try. Grasping her tits, he squeezed them tightly as he began to furiously fuck her ass, delighting after all these years in feeling hot, moist flesh surrounding his aching bone even if it was not the flesh he'd been expecting nor was accustomed to, but which to his surprise, felt just as good, perhaps even better considering its tightness. Julia eagerly worked with him, constricting her anus as he withdrew and opening up as he sank back in, delighting in feeling his hot, stiff cock up her ass. John approached his climax with amazing speed, and again his young innocent surprised him by telling him to stop and allow them time to cool down so they could make this last, which of course he readily did, his mind once again in his lust ignoring the obvious clue.

After a brief respite during which he kept both of them aroused by playing with Julia's delightful tits, John began again, working his aching but not quite so desperate cock in and out of Julia's asshole, delighting in the thrills running through his erect flesh and the obvious response of pleasure by his sensuous partner. Julia was finding it pleasurable too, much to his delight, and as John approached his orgasm for the second time she was close to having hers also. Each time his knob brushed against her prostate the closer she was to cuming. The two of them began fucking furiously once again, John rapidly pumping his hips to and fro, ramming his cock into her body so hard he practically knocked her over, and withdrawing it and plunging in again in desperation to cum, something he hadn't done for over fourteen years, not even by his own hand. Julia just as eagerly worked with him, clenching and relaxing her sphincter, and as she felt herself approaching her climax, she was unable to stop from pumping her hips to and fro rapidly also.

As he felt his cum about to erupt, John grasped Julia's hips tightly, riding her like the bucking bronco that she was, and unintentionally pushing the straps of her thong down as she thrust her own hips to and fro. Unable to resist the temptation and acting on impulse, John reached around and down, following the curve of her belly, and as he felt his cum rushing up the core of his cock he slipped his hands inside Julia's thong and wrapped his fingers about her stiff, throbbing cock. As his cum began to spurt up her rectum, the first cum to erupt from his tight, swollen balls in over fourteen years, her stiff cock slipped out of the flimsy thong in all its glory and she too began to spurt, just as violently and just as copiously. Feeling a man deep inside her, his hot, throbbing cock filling her body with his seed, her own swollen, numb cock spurting out her own hot, thick cream, the exquisite pleasure of being used as a woman and the unique ecstasy of ejaculation that only a man can know, it was, for Julian, the best of both worlds, of being a woman and of being a man.

John was not so fortunate. At first confused and bewildered, it slowly dawned on him what was happening. At the sound of the door opening, he, and Julian, gasping and glowing with the ecstasy of their orgasms, looked up in a euphoric daze at the five individuals they'd walked in on earlier. John shuddered with the undeniable pleasure of his release but as he saw the look of disgust and surprise in the eyes of his daughter and the sparkle of delight in the eyes of the young son he'd ignored all his life and despised for having sex with another male his heart sank. He'd just been caught in an intimate act with a member of his own sex himself. His cock up a young man's tight ass and his fingers wrapped about his stiff, spurting cock, he could only kneel there behind the big-breasted transvestite in humiliation and anguish, too overcome to do anything. Watching the scene from the hidden cam in the room, Cory and his friends were totally delighted as they madly wacked off to still another climax themselves. This was one hot day, and they still had the evening and the night, and the entire weekend ahead of them!

Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapters 59-60 (Concluding Chapters III-IV)

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Concluding chapter III

Chapter Sixty

Concluding chapter IV