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TEACHER - PART THIRTY-EIGHT

By Daemon Way

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	Unable to believe that he had just screwed his
sister, not once but three times, and finding the
intensity of their orgasms even more unbelievable,
thirteen-year-old Dominic crouched there over his
sister on his knees and elbows in a daze, his thin
chest heaving with exertion and undescribable pleasure
as he gasped for breath, the air rank with the scent
of hot pussy and sour sweat, his stiff little cocklet
still buried in his sister's hot, juicy, teenage cunt.
 As he looked into her eyes with shock and disbelief,
to his surprise the hot lust in her deep blue eyes
suddenly turned into a look of absolute fear.  Slowly
his sex-numbed mind became aware that she was trying
to push him off her.  As he pushed himself up to a
kneeling position, the room began to spin and he
watched dizzily as she squirmed out from under him,
her mouth opening and closing like a fish in a fish
bowl.  She looked so funny he had to giggle as he
slipped off the bed and stood there wobbly, looking
down at her now trying to cover her pussy and her
boobs with her hands, her eyes wide with fear.  That
did not make any sense.  Why try to cover herself now
after having just spent an hour naked and fucking like
bunnies?
	Slowly turning to see what she was looking at, he
stared up his father standing there in the doorway
glaring at him.  He'd seen his father angry plenty of
times before.  His father got angry easily, and it
seemed that there were a lot of things in his job as
Area Superintendent of Schools to make him angry. 
Never in all those times though had he ever seen his
father as angry as he looked that moment.  His eyes
blazed as if they were about to shoot lightning bolts
and his face was a strange bluish crimson as he stared
at him and Nikki with a combination of shock, disgust
and anger.  Dominic's jaw dropped and his little
cocklet quickly softened, like a balloon that had just
lost all its air, shrinking back to its normal size. 
His foreskin quickly slipped up to once again cover
his shiny purple cockhead and extend beyond the tip to
form a little skin tube.  His tiny, hairless balls and
naked pubes, coated with his sister's cunt juice,
suddenly felt very wet and very cold.  The
constriction of his tight foreskin pushed the pussy
juices that had coated his little knob forward to form
a clear, slimy blob clinging to the tip of his
foreskin tube.
	His eyes blazing like Dominic and Nicole had never
seen before, John Halder stepped forward.  "You vile
little pervert!  Look at yourself!  Covered with your
own filthy semen!"  Dominic looked down at his crotch
too shocked and embarrassed to tell his father that
the wetness was not cum but from his sister.  Besides,
even if he could speak, he had no idea what a girl's
stuff was called.  "Look at what you've done to your
sister!  Sprayed it all over her for Chrissake!"  His
father was bellowing at the top of his lungs. 
Grabbing Dominic by the back of his neck, he turned
him around, forcing him to look at his sister.  "Get
it out of there!" he bellowed, forcing Dominic to his
knees.  Get it out?  Get what out?  And out of where? 
Dominic had no idea what his father meant, but he was
too frightened to ask.  "Suck your vile semen out of
her.  Now, before you get her pregnant!"
	Grabbing Nicole in the fury caused by his anger with
his son and fear for his daughter, he pulled her
across the bed and swung her feet to the floor so she
was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs
outspread, revealing her wet, partially swollen pussy.
 "Suck Goddamn you!" he cursed, pushing Dominic's face
toward Nicole's pussy.  "Lick up your teenage boy
filth!"
	"But, Daddy, Dominic can't-," began Nicole, the
disgusting thought of her brother sucking her pussy
momentarily overriding her fear of her father's wrath.
 The glare he gave her, the first he'd ever given her
in her life, stopped her in mid-sentence.  Too shocked
by his father's fury and too embarrassed to reveal he
couldn't spurt yet, Dominic could not speak.  Placing
a hand on the back of his head and wedging his face
between Nicole's widespread legs with one hand and
twisting his arm behind his back with the other, his
father ordered him to begin sucking.
	Even if he'd found the courage and presence of mind
to speak at that moment, he would not have been able
to with his face buried in his sister's hot, slimy
crotch.  Having no choice, Dominic pressed his lips
against the slime-coated and still semi-swollen lips
of Nicole's pussy as if he was kissing it and sucked. 
He could barely breathe and the stink of her pussy
turned his stomach.  A girl didn't smell anything like
how a boy smelled down there.  It reminded him of
fish, and he wasn't particularly fond of fish.  Even
though he knew there was no semen in her vagina, he
pressed his thin lips against her smelly cunt harder,
creating a vacuum, and sucked hard.  Sucking in a
mouthful of her slime, he gagged and had to force his
bile back down.
	With his father holding his head down and twisting
his arm behind his back, he had no choice but to
swallow the vile, slime and continue sucking, and as
his mouth sucked on her pussy and his hot breath blew
out of his nose into her strawberry blond hairs,
Nicole's pussy begin to swell again.  Afraid her
father would see her arousal, she pressed her groin
into Dominic's face in an effort to hide her arousal
from him.  What Dominic was doing to her was filthy
and totally sick, but he deserved it.  If he'd told
her what she wanted to know right off none of this
would have happened.  Besides, it served him right
being so cute.  He wasn't looking so cute now, his
nose buried in her crotch, his lips pressed against
her now fully swollen pussy lips.  As they brushed
against her clit she squirmed and her cunt juices
began to flow once again.  As he felt her fresh cunt
juices flowing into his mouth, Dominic had to fight
back the impulse to puke even harder and he began to
swallow desperately to stop from upchucking.  Knowing
the distress she was causing caused Nicole to get all
more aroused.  She could not explain it, but the
thought of causing her brother pain made her feel
unbelievably horny, far hornier than thoughts of her
boyfriend Kenneth Ballard had ever made her.
	Encouraged by Dominic's slurping, gulping sounds and
certain the boy was sucking out the semen he'd
deposited up his sister's vagina, John Halder pressed
the thirteen-year-old's head down harder.  He would
never be able to live down the shame of his
seventeen-year-old daughter becoming pregnant, and
he'd never be able to look at her or his son again
knowing it was Dominic's baby in her belly.  Hopefully
the boy would suck her clean before it happened.  He
had to.  "Stick your tongue in there and lick all of
your vile seed out!  Every bit of it!"
	Dominic did as he was told, knowing there was no use
arguing with his father.  The sooner he did it the
sooner this nightmare would be over.  In a perverted
way he was fulfilling one of his biggest dreams.  He
was doing something that was pleasing his father,
something he desperately wished he could do.  He was
pleasing Nicole.  Feeling her brother's hot, wet
tongue slip into her pussy caused her to tremble with
delight.  If only all her friends who thought he was
so damn cute could only see him now kneeling there
between her legs and  licking her pussy, worming his
tongue up her hot, juicy channel like he was licking
cream from a bowl.  He actually seemed to be enjoying
it, the filthy little pervert!  She had no idea her
thirteen-year-old brother was a cunt-licking perv.
	Well, that was just fine with her.  Her pussy was
throbbing and aching even more pleasantly than when
she played with it with her fingers, even more than
when she used her father's vibrator on it.  It was
almost as good as when Dominic had had his little
dickie up it.  The memory of how hot she'd gotten when
she'd made him screw her caused her pussy to quiver
with arousal.  She closed her eyes and concentrated on
how it had felt, how he'd made her buck with her
orgasm and cry out with the sweet pain.  She was about
to reach another orgasm again, he fourth that
afternoon.  There would be plenty more.  She'd make
the little pervert screw her and then suck out her
pussy every day!  As Dominic's tongue passed over her
now swollen clit, Nicole let out a moan of ecstasy,
unable to help herself as the first wave of her fourth
orgasm rippled through her hot, dripping pussy.
	It was a full minute before John Halder realized that
Dominic had gone beyond what he'd been told to do and
was now actually engaging in another sex act with his
sister, right there before his very eyes.  In total
disbelief at the audacity of his thirteen-year-old
son, John Halder's anger increased tenfold.  Grabbing
Dominic by his neck, he lifted him up and threw him
violently against the wall, banging his head so hard
the picture fell off its hook and crashed to the
floor.  As Dominic slid to the carpet in total fear
and shock, his head aching and bright stars flashing
before his eyes, his father grabbed him by the hair
and pulled him to his feet.  Grabbing him by the
buttocks with the other hand, he threw him toward the
door, intending on throwing him into the hallway. 
Stumbling forward and bashing his face against the
door frame, Dominic stood there on wobbly legs as
blood began to gush out of his nose.  It flowed over
his upper lip and into his mouth, the coppery taste of
hot blood replacing the foul fish taste of his
sister's cunt juice.
	"Now look at the filthy mess you're making!"  No
longer thinking clearly, John Halder, in a blind rant,
seized the limp boy and slapped him across the face,
cutting his lip and bashing the back of his head
against the door frame.  He would have continued
slapping him had it not been for Nicole's screaming at
the top of her lungs, begging him to stop.  He paused,
torn between giving his vile, hated son the punishment
he deserved and protecting his daughter from
witnessing his punishment.  Dominic slumped down to
the floor.  "Stand up!"  Dominic tried but his legs
would not cooperate.  "Stand damn you!"  Sheer fear
drove Dominic to his feet and he stood there wobbly
before his sister and father, stark naked, cheeks
glistening with his sister's cunt juice, and blood
still running from his nose.  "So you can't stop
yourself from engaging in sex, even in front of your
father?  You're that sick and horny?  Well there's a
way to break a boy from thinking with his balls
instead of his head.  Masturbate!"
	Dominic stared at his father blankly as he pinched
his nose shut with his thumb and forefinger, trying to
stop the bleeding.  "You're going to pump out your
semen until your testicles are empty and so shriveled
up and painful you'll beg me to cut them off.  Now do
it!"
	"But, but, I can't cum yet," Dominic replied, his
voice quavering and squeaking so high you'd think he'd
already been castrated.
	"Do it or I'll do it to you!"  Blind with anger and
single-minded, John Halder had become so totally
illogical he wasn't even aware of what he was saying. 
	Little Dominic began to play with his limp penis. 
Tears began to well up in his pretty blue eyes and
roll down his cheeks.  It wasn't so much the result of
the pain in his head nor the embarrassment of standing
there stark naked in front of his father and sister
and playing with himself as it was the result of the
pain in his heart.   He didn't ever want to do
anything to make his father angry.  He wanted nothing
more in life than to make his father happy and for his
father to like him.  Standing there fighting back his
sobs, the blood from his nose running down his fingers
and down his forearm to his elbow, Dominic tugged
desperately on his limp little noodle, rubbing the
sensitive knob vigorously in an attempt to get hard
and to prove to his father that he was being honest. 
He stood there for what seemed like forever to him,
but he could not get hard, and as he saw his father
growing angrier and angrier it seemed like his little
cocklet was shrinking more and more.  His father
finally totally snapped in his impatience, and leaping
up from the bed, he grabbed little Dominic by his
prepubescent testicles and began to squeeze, squeezing
so hard Dominic could not even scream, squeezing until
the boy collapsed.
	When Dominic came to, he found himself lying in his
bed.  His entire body ached with pain with the
slightest move and his head was throbbing so hard it
hurt to open his eyes.  He was in his pajamas. 
Getting to his feet ever so slowly, he gingerly inched
his way to the bathroom and stared at his image in the
mirror.  He had a black eye, a swollen and cut lower
lip, and his eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot.  His
nose had stopped bleeding and didn't seem to have any
external damage.  He lifted up his pajama top and
stared at the large blue-black bruises on his chest
and ribs.  Tears began welling up in his eyes again
and he quickly dropped his top and turned away.  How
could his father have done this to him?
	Slipping back out of the bathroom, he heard voices
coming from downstairs, voices he recognized as that
of Father Henry and his father.  The door to Nicole's
bedroom was closed and there was no light coming from
under the door.  Dominic wondered if she'd been sent
to bed, or if she'd gone herself.  He wondered also
why he'd gotten the beating and not her.  Curious,
despite his pain he snuck over to the stairs to hear
what his dad and Father Henry were saying.  His breath
shuddered and his legs trembled as he crouched down at
the top of the stairs.
	"I tell you Father, he is a devil child."  His
father's voice was calm now, and serious, the only
tone Dominic had ever heard.  Nikki had told him once,
when he was very young and she wasn't so mean to him,
that it wasn't that way when their mother was alive.
	"Are you saying he is possessed?" Father Henry asked,
having of course his own reasons to suspect that could
very well be the case.  He hadn't considered that
possibility and latched onto the idea in his own
desperation.  It certainly would explain his own
behavior, not to mention get him off the hook.
	"Possessed?  No, no, nothing like that.  Difficult. 
Defiant.  You know how boys are.  He has been a
problem child ever since his mother died."  Dominic
could not believe what his father was saying.  A
problem child?  He'd done everything his father, and
his sister, had demanded of him.  He'd bent over
backward trying to please them, trying to get them to
love him.  "He's needed a firm hand constantly, and
needs one even more so now that he's entered his teens
and his hormones are flowing."
	Father Henry paled.  Why had John Halder mentioned
hormones in particular?   "Yes, those are difficult
years," he observed vaguely, fearing what Dominic
might have revealed about what the two of them had
done.  That incident three weeks ago to the day in
Westbank Park had been the first thing to come to his
mind when John Halder had phoned him in almost a state
of hysteria two hours ago and had told him that he had
to talk to him that night, and at his home, on a
personal matter of utmost urgency.  He had in fact
come expecting and prepared to be accused of having
molested the boy.  Exactly what was on John Halder's
mind he was still not sure, but after half an hour of
talking, mostly John talking and him listening, he had
not raised even so much as a hint about the incident
in the park, which would indicate his fears regarding
Dominic having revealed something had been unfunded. 
"Of course, it must be difficult for a boy to be
growing up without a mother," he continued, feeling it
in his best interest to stick up for the boy for
whatever sin it was that he'd committed and that had
prompted his father to phone him in such a panic on a
Saturday night.
	"I need to get rid of him for a little while.  I ...
I'm afraid what I might do to him if he stays here in
the house with just me."
	Considering what he'd done to Dominic in the park,
Father Henry could not but help think John Halder was
referring to something sexual.  The possibility that
the boy was some sort of demon child came back to his
mind.  Why else would he have had such feelings of
lust for the boy?  Up until that evening he'd never
even masturbated himself, and he'd certainly never had
lustful thoughts for young boys, or for any sex of any
age for that matter.  And as for a father having
sexual feelings for his own child, look what Pastor
Winthrop had done to his boy, though if one boy was
possessed, it was very likely both of them were.  That
was especially so with Bob Moser involved.  After
three weeks of soul searching, it was all coming
together.
	"Father?"
	"Oh.  Sorry.  I was thinking.  You were saying?"
	"I can't have Dominic stay in this house alone with
me."
	"Your daughter is no longer living with you?"
	"Even more reason why Dominic mustn't stay here.  I'm
afraid for her safety.  I cannot leave him alone with
her."
	"I see," Father Henry said.  If the boy really was
possessed, he could understand that, and the
references now to his daughter made the early
reference to hormones make more sense, and explained
why John had been so circuitous about explaining what
had happened to prompt his call.  The boy had
evidently attacked his sister, sexually.
	"Can you take him for a while?"
	"Me?"  The priest's eyes widened in surprise, and
with sudden fear, not because of the possibility that
boy was possessed, but what he might end up doing to
the boy himself.  No matter how many Hail Mary's he'd
said, no matter how fervently he'd sought God's
forgiveness and guidance, no matter how guilt-ridden
and filthy he'd felt, the pleasure of being
masturbated by the boy and the delight he'd felt
sucking his little cocklet came back just as strong as
they had that evening.  No matter how hard he'd tried
to put the events of that evening out of his mind,
there was not a day that he didn't find himself
recalling licking his cum and that of Reverend
Winthrop from the naked bodies of Jonah and Dominic,
and though with revulsion, he could not deny also with
lust.
	"He needs to be taught what is morally right and
wrong in matters of sex.  I've heard you preach many
times on the temptations of the flesh and especially
how difficult and how important it is for young people
to resist temptation and remain chaste.  Who better to
teach the boy the Christian principles of moral
decency and the need for abstinence than you?"
	"I, well, suppose I could speak with him," Father
Henry replied hesitantly.  What could a man say about
decency to a boy whom he'd sprayed with his seed and
then licked it off and then proceeded to suck the
boy's penis and have the boy masturbate him?
	"Actually, I was thinking that perhaps living with
you for a little while is what he needs.  As I said, I
can't trust him to be left alone, and with my job I
can't always be watching over him.  I need someone who
can control him with a strict hand and be a role model
for him.  I can't think of anyone better to do the job
than yourself."
	"I, ah, well, I, um, I thank you for your faith in
me, but, ah, well, I'd like to do it, very much, but,
well, February is a particularly busy month, you know,
visiting the shut-ins, and ah, well, preparing, ah,
well, church duties and all.  I'm afraid it would be
quite impossible for me to look after a boy and keep
that sort of supervision over him."
	Needless to say, after their tryst in the park he'd
dropped the idea of private sessions with the boy, and
to his relief the boy didn't show up after church the
following Sunday, or ask about the lessons he'd said
they would have.  Seeing Dominic every Sunday and at
choir practice these past three weeks had been
difficult enough.  Just the sight of the boy brought
back vivid memories of what they'd done, along with
the feelings he'd felt and would never forget.  Seeing
the boy every day would be totally unbearable.  After
what they'd done in a place as public as Westbank
Park, how could he possibly resist the temptation of
the boy's charms in the privacy of the manse?  And if
what they'd done in the park ever came out, how would
it look if three weeks later he had Dominic move in
with him?  His career would be finished.
	"I see," John Halder replied with disappointment.
	"I can talk to him now though, about abstinence, if
you wish.  Was there a particular incident that raised
your concern?" the priest asked, fishing for
information now he was confident whatever it was, it
had not involved the incident in the park.
	"No, no, nothing in particular," John Halder lied
uncomfortably.  Forty-five years old and in a senior
management position, and he felt like a schoolboy
lying to the priest.  "It was just an idea.  I'm sorry
to have troubled you on a Saturday evening."
	"No trouble, no trouble at all," Father Henry said as
he rose.  He was relieved that whatever had happened
had nothing to do with him and what had gone on in
Westbank Park, but he was also not being fooled.  He
knew when he was being lied to, and when grown men
lied to him, discovering what they were hiding was
always to his advantage.    
	John Halder sat back down dejectedly.  Calling the
priest had been a spur of the moment decision out of
panic for the way he'd reacted to catching Dominic on
top of his sister. Between the call and the arrival of
the priest, he'd had time to think more rationally,
and had realized that there was no way he was going to
be able to tell the priest he was responsible for his
son's physical condition, nor that it was because he'd
caught his son forcing himself on his sister, which,
after he'd cleaned up Dominic and put him in his bed,
Nicole had told him what had happened.  What would the
priest think of him as a father if he told him what
sort of son he'd raised, and how he'd handled the
situation?
	So, he still had the problem of what to do with his
deviant son.  He could not leave him alone with Nicole
after what he'd done to her, and he could not trust
himself to be alone with the little oversexed pervert.
 He needed someone who had high moral standards like
himself, and who would deal with Dominic with a strict
hand, someone who had experience in dealing with
defiant, hormone-driven teenage boys.  He also had to
be someone who would not question why he was turning
his son over to him, nor question his son's black eye
and bruises.  He didn't have any family he could turn
to.  Since his wife's death he'd cut all ties with her
family, mainly because seeing them reminded him too
much of her.  At the time they'd objected, wanting to
see Nicole and Dominic, but thirteen years had passed
since then.  They might as well be strangers.  As for
his own family, they all lived out of town, and they'd
question him for sure.
	As for friends, with his wife's death he'd thrown
himself totally into his work.  Again, seeing old
friends had reminded him too much of the happy times
they'd had before Dominic's birth and her death.  He'd
cut off all social contacts of a personal basis,
devoting every hour of his waking day on his job, and
it was that tireless dedication that had gotten him
where he was today.  Those he was closest to were
colleagues, and being in a senior management position,
even those were limited.  Anyway, none of them fit his
criteria.  Where was he possibly going to find someone
who was strict with children, who would not ask him
questions, and who would keep things secret if certain
things were discovered and do as he was told?  The
name of the perfect candidate suddenly popped into his
head.  Julius Gilles.

***********
Thanks to Absalom for suggesting the plot and action
in this part.  What else would you like to see happen?
 What further fun and havoc can Cory create with his
growing awareness of the power of his
great-grandfather's headband?  Have you ever had
someone you hated and wanted to get even with?  Email
me your idea and I'll write it as part of this story
and if you wish add you as one of the characters. 
Anything goes, the hotter and more perverted the
better, except I don't write snuff and torture of kids
and anything involving player characters would need
their collaboration.  Non player characters available
for your amusement and abuse include the Gilles
family, Vice Principal Stuart Millburne, Baptist
Pastor Winthrop and his family, Kenneth Ballard and
his mother, Father Henry, Calvin Cosher and his
daughter Stacey, the WCHS gang, the 14 RGAB soccer
players and their families, the cops Eric O'Malley and
Mike Polanski, and Anton's RGAB classmates.  Player
characters created by readers so far are Dominic,
Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben Hanson, Jacob
Schuller and now Benji Gilles with a supporting cast
of Jonah, Lane and Spence, Nicole Halder and her
father, Molly, Trang and Ashley, Nick Dawson, Elijah
Dean, and of course Lad, Rocky, Shep, Dobe and the
star of the series, Cory Wilson.  

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