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Title: Teacher Passes the Test, Part 4 of 10, Nothing
Like a Facial to Tighten up those Pores, (m/MF, everything)
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Our anti-hero waits patiently for his puppy love to
return home from a night out with her friends.
A spanking good time.
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The next schoolweek passed quickly, and I was really looking forward
to my Friday night quality time with my unwilling new friends. Mrs. Van Horn practically spat nails every
time she looked over at me sitting innocently at my desk. I could tell she was angry that she hadn't
been able to charm me into going easy on her when I visited. Oh well.
I had dropped off Edwin's thousand on Tuesday, and he
chatted with me desultorily. He mentioned
that Cindy had plans to go out Friday night with other teachers from the school
and that he didn't think she would be coming home early that night as I had
ordered her to do. I told him it
wouldn't matter in the long run.
Edwin also mentioned that he had taken a physical for the
school system and would be reporting back to his guidance counselor position
with a few weeks. I had blown his
lawsuit for him. He stressed that he
didn't mind going back to work--he needed something to keep his mind off the
mess he had made of his life. I
left. Ed's depression was getting me
down. Worse, he didn't seem to think I
could get through to his wife.
On Friday night, at nine in the evening, I rang the
bell. Edwin Van Horn ushered me in. He was nervous.
"What's wrong now, Ed?"
"Cindy phoned after school. She told me she was heading out to dinner and
drinks with her friends..." There
was more coming.
"She say anything about me,
Ed?"
"Uh...um..."
"What, Ed?"
"She said...she said she's tired of your
bullshit."
"She really say that,
Ed?"
"Um...yes."
"What's wrong with her, Ed?"
"Honestly Damien, she has a stubborn streak a mile
wide. You'll have to excuse her. She doesn't know what she's saying when she's
angry. She'll probably be back
soon. How about we have some beers and
smoke a bowl. She'll be along
soon." Ed was trying to convince
himself. Afraid of what a crazy young
man like me might do.
"I hope so, Ed.
I hope so." I was feeling a
bit angry.
"Don't worry.
Sit down, make yourself comfortable." Ed was all appeasing tonight.
Nervous as a cat.
We moved down into Ed's sanctuary in the basement and
drank a few beers and smoked some of his most excellent reefer. His supply was rapidly dwindling and I
wondered if he'd ask me for some of his stash back. Edwin glanced nervously at the clock as
"Ed, do you know what time it is?"
"uh...it's a little after
eleven. Cindy should be home any minute
now."
"Ed, I have a feeling I'm going to have to go and
get her."
"No, no--I'm sure she'll be home soon. You want another beer?"
"Ed. Ed. Stop this.
Stop covering for your wife. I
told her to be here at ten. It's after
eleven. She brought it on herself,
Ed. Nothing you could do. It won't be your fault."
Ed looked desperate.
"Now, Damien. Please, I'm
begging you. Don't do anything
stupid. Don't hurt us. Don't hurt her. Please."
I smiled my evil smile.
"Don't worry. I'm not going
to the cops. And I'm not going to drag
her out of the bar in front of her co-workers.
But, she's got dues to pay, Eddie.
She's got dues to pay."
Ed's face was twisted in anguish. I believe he still loved his wife after all
the shit she had put him through. He
seemed to come to a decision in his mind.
He squared his shoulders and looked earnestly at me, a fifteen year old
boy who scared him.
"Let me do it.
Let me do it for you, and we'll all talk about this together some other
night. Okay?"
"Do what, Ed?"
"Let me--let me do you. Get you off, and then you can go home. We'll talk to Cindy tomorrow, all
right?" Ed was begging me. Nice.
"How about this, Ed.
You get me off. Then you give me a ride to that bar. You leave.
I settle up with our little teacher.
No one finds out nothing. She gets a little punishment. That's my last, best offer Ed. I will promise you it won't be public. It'll be between me and her."
Ed was wringing his hands, pacing anxiously across the
floor. I kept an empty beer bottle next
to me, in case he got to feeling like a hero.
"You won't mark her up? Hurt her permanently? No one else will find out?" He needed to be reassured.
"Ed, I haven't lied to you yet. This ain't about sex. This is about control. She wants control. I have control. And she can't have it. It's that simple. I don't want this cozy relationship to end
prematurely. It's got to run it's natural course.
And I'm telling you, Ed, she's going to fuck this up.
For all of us.
I got to restore the balance of nature. And that's what I'm going to do. Now, do you have something to give me, or do
I take it?
Because
just thinking about this is getting me pissed off again."
Edwin Van Horn, emasculated, short, portly guidance
counselor, nodded unhappily. "What
do I do?"
I stood and took off my pants and underwear. Sitting down again, I motioned him to my
groin. Edwin stared hypnotically at it,
as though it were a cobra. He inched
closer and dropped to his knees between my legs. "Oh God,",
he whispered forlornly before taking my dangling member into his mouth.
And Edwin Van Horn sucked me.
His wife's student.
His beard brushing
uncomfortably against my thighs as he worked me.
In and out of his mouth.
It was not a sexual thing--I said before I'm
not gay or even bisexual. And it wasn't
about sex. It was about control. It's nice to be in control.
Edwin Van Horn fellated me to a
point where I thought seriously about just ejaculating into his mouth.
A nice relaxing blowjob.
Nah.
"Okay, Eddie, that's enough. Drop your trogs and assume the
position."
His head slowly came off my cock, leaving me wet and
ready. He appealed mutely to me. Then he stood shakily, like an old man. He slowly undid his sweatpants and underwear
and listlessly tossed them to the floor.
Knelt on the cool basement tile, on his hands and
knees.
Waiting.
I placed his sweatpants under me to
cushion my knees.
"Head down, Eddie, and reach back and spread 'em." His hands
came back, grasping his ass cheeks. They
spread and I saw his pink anus. Didn't
do nothing for me--glad I already had a hard-on. I pressed against him and he groaned. I pushed into the rectum of a guidance
counselor.
My first
man to man thing.
It was warm and
tight. Not as tight as his little wife,
but snug, clasping my penis. I buried
myself slowly.
"Ed, you can play with yourself, if it helps."
His right hand disappeared from his butt and curled under
to his abdomen. As I began to fuck him,
I saw his elbow moving in time to my thrusts.
Ed was going to be all right. I sawed
into him for two minutes, each stroke getting some form of response from
him. Probably pretty uncomfortable for
him, I reflected. He's a trooper,
though. Then inspiration struck, and I
knew what I needed to do.
"Stay here," I commanded Ed. I pulled out and ran upstairs. Locating a shot glass, I returned. I reinserted my cock in Ed's swollen anus,
and worked myself back to the brink of orgasm.
I put the shotglass down next to him.
"Come in the glass, Ed."
He grabbed the shotglass and
held it against the head of his cock. I
put all my effort into my last strokes, burying myself in his bowel. He groaned aloud and I knew he was spurting
by the way his ass clasped my cock. I
pushed hard into him and released my semen into Edwin Van Horn's ass. I spurted a week's worth of spunk up his
backside while he groaned, lost in his own orgasm. I pulled out to survey my handiwork. Ed's anal ring was red and swollen, gaping
open like an unhappy mouth. After I left
his ass, Ed rolled onto his side, gasping.
I could see that he had filled half the shotglass. He watched me tiredly, expecting me to order
him to drink his own seed. Not a
terrible idea.
But not
what I had in mind.
"You okay?"
"Yeah.
I just need a rest."
"All right.
You can get dressed when you're ready. I've got to get some stuff ready for our
little trip."
I dressed and moved off into the basement. They had a nice big recreation room down
there, with a wet bar and a Ping-Pong table.
I grabbed a paddle from there.
Inside a huge closet, I found a goalie's mask. How perfect.
Upstairs, I got a cloth shopping bag and a cordless hair dryer. I didn't even know they made such
things. In the garage, I found a hatchet
and a artist's paint brush. Heading back downstairs, I found Ed slowly
dressing.
"Well Ed?"
"Well what?"
"How was it?"
"What do you mean, how was it? Do you mean how do I like sucking cock and
getting butt fucked by a fifteen year old?
Yeah, it's great," he said.
"I keep thinking how lucky I am to have met you." He obviously had issues.
Poor Ed.
"Well, it's not like you didn't come. You must have enjoyed some of it."
Edwin Van Horn took off his glasses and wiped them
absently. He looked perilously close to
crying.
A grown man.
"I know. I
know," he said miserably.
"That's what scares me.
Maybe I'm not happy unless someone is using me.
You or my wife.
Telling me what to do, and making me to do
it."
"Don't get maudlin on me, Ed, or I'll be forced to
use other adjectives on you. Let's
go."
"Where are we going?"
"You are going to take me to the bar. I'll wait for your wife. You just come back here and head to
bed."
He became anxious again.
"Don't hurt her, okay?"
"You still love her, don't you?"
"A little.
I'm just used to her by now. Maybe when this is all over, we'll make up
and it'll be like it used to be."
"Whatever.
Let's go."
We headed out in Cindy's Viper. She had taken Ed's Explorer that night,
leaving her car in the garage.
Fabulous car, the Viper.
Fabulous.
I bet it could really move. Ed
however, showed serious respect for all posted speed limits.
We arrived at Dave and Buster's, a huge upscale video
gaming/nightclub/restaurant complex about ten minutes away. The parking lot was half empty. The time was after
"You want to come back to my pad? You can crash there if you like."
"I'd love to, Richard, but I can't. Not yet.
Edwin needs me."
"Cindy, we talked about this. If Edwin hits you, he's not a real man. You should leave him. You can crash at my place for awhile. C'mon, it might even be fun. I'll treat you like a little princess."
"No Richard, it's not right. I have a duty to make a last effort to save
my marriage. You know me, just a silly
little schoolteacher always trying to do the right thing, even with a violent
husband."
"At least, let me follow you--make sure you get home
all right."
"I'd appreciate that, Richard. You're too good to me."
"It's my pleasure.
You deserve a real man. I want to
be that man. It could be beautiful
between us."
"Hush, Richard, hush."
Richard left, presumably to get into his own car. Cindy fumbled drunkenly with her key to the
Explorer. I crouched low on the floor of
the back seat. The atmosphere exploded
with the interior light and the smell of her perfume as she clambered into the
high driver's seat. Then the lights went
out and she started the vehicle. We
waited a minute, Cindy humming some industrial dance tune. Another vehicle's headlights cut across our
bow. Cindy jerked the Explorer into
'drive' and off we went. I could feel
the uneveness of her intoxicated driving and prayed
the cops wouldn't stop her and find a naked boy with a goalie mask on crouched
with a hatchet in the back seat. I had
felt that an axe would be too unwieldy in the confines of the Explorer.
Cindy and her escort vehicle made the ten minute trip in
about eight minutes. Cindy mumbled a
bunch of shit I couldn't understand. She
was nervous and upset.
Hopefully about me.
She rolled up the driveway to her home.
Teacher Richard Stokes stayed at the street, beeping his horn once, then continuing on.
Cindy drove up to the garage, and stopped. I could see the corner of her head above me
as she surveyed the house. The lights
were off. The Viper was in the
garage.
"
motherfucker
better not be here...tired of this shit...fucking Edwin...fucking orphan
punk...better not be waiting...i'll fucking kill
him...whip me...no fucking way...richard'd tear that
fucking kid apart..."
My drunken schoolteacher was reluctant to leave the
safety of the vehicle. In fact, she
locked the doors, interior light on, leaving the engine running while she
rambled, staring out into the darkness.
It was time. I slowly eased up
into the back seat, my hatchet ready. I
could see myself in the rearview mirror.
I waited for Mrs. Van Horn to notice me.
Her eyes flicked once to the rearview mirror then flicked away. Then came back, staring, her eyes large.
Staring at the reflection
of a naked monster in a goalie mask, with a hatchet, inside the confines of her
locked vehicle.
She
screamed.
I gave an eerie moan and grabbed her blonde hair, pinning
her head back against her driver's seat.
She screamed anew, and I sensed her body go
limp for a few seconds. I heard a
whizzing sound. I surged forward,
pressing my hatchet to her throat lightly, issuing a blood-curdling laugh. My lovely young teacher had pissed
herself. The smell of her urine filled
the vehicle. She had no strength to
scream, her eyes locked in the rearview mirror as I held her.
"HELLO, CINDY," I screamed at her.
She gasped, her breath returning in a cry. Her eyes slammed shut, huge tears leaking
out. Her chest was heaving. She sat bolt upright in her urine, my hatchet
at her throat.
"YOU'RE LATE."
"please...oh
God...please...don't...do...i'm sorry...oh god, i'm so sorry..."
My schoolteacher was babbling on the edge of madness.
"I HAD TO FIND YOU."
"oh...oh...God,
please...please God...don't kill me...please...
"I'M VERY DISAPPOINTED, CINDY. YOU'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL."
"please don't kill me....i'll do...please please
please...i'm so sorry...so
sorry...
"IT'S YOUR TIME TO DIE, CYNTHIA VAN HORN."
"no
no
no
no
no....no." Her eyes were rolling in her head.
"Get in the back seat, Cynthia." I pulled harder on her hair. She twisted in her seat, practically falling
headlong into my lap. I laid the hatchet
quietly into the back of the vehicle.
She was sobbing, certain that I was going to kill her. Her short shirt was hiked up over her
thighs. I held her face in my
groin. Her nimble lips sought my penis
eagerly. She wanted to avoid my
wrath--wanted to save her own life by pleasing me. She took my penis--soiled from Ed's ass, into
her mouth gladly, like an infant seeking a nipple. She sucked me noisily.
"What Cindy?
You don't want to die? You want
to live?"
"yes." She mouthed
fervently around my cock rising to erection.
"It might be better if I killed you. Save a lot of problems. I'm crazy anyhow--you know that."
"no...no...you're not crazy....don't say that...you just need some
loving...let me help you..." Her
mouth was a warm, whirling dervish on my cock.
"Suck me, Mrs. Van Horn. Suck my cock.
It's got some shit on it from your husbands
ass. Do you really want to do
this?"
"
yesyesyes
.
i'll
be good to you... just lay back.
i'll
suck you.
i'll
suck his shit right off you... it's good... it's
good..."
"If I don't kill you, I'll have to punish you. You know that don't you?"
"
yesyesyes
.
punish me.
i've
been bad.
i've
been bad.
don't kill me.'
I felt her hot breath on my cock as she babbled. Little Cindy wanted to live.
As though I had any
intention of murdering her.
It's
all in the perception.
"Mrs. Van Horn?"
"yes, Damien?"
"Take your clothes off and get on your hands and
knees for your punishment."
Cindy scrambled up, tearing her clothes off, staring
earnestly into my eyes to show her devotion.
I smiled evilly at her. She was
genuinely frightened of me. She
clambered onto the seat, her ass pressing back at my elbows. I turned towards her backside, wet with her urine. I reached into my bag of tricks on the floor
and pulled out my Ping-Pong paddle.
"Cindy, if I wanted to piss in your mouth, would you
drink it?"
"yes," she breathed
immediately, no hesitation.
"How did my shitty cock taste?"
"good."
"I'm going to paddle your behind now Cindy. Won't that be fun?"
"yes."
"I don't want to hear you screaming. You can moan or cry or shit yourself, but
don't scream. If you scream, I go for
the hatchet."
"okay."
I laid into her, slapping the paddle hard onto her ass
cheeks. The sound of the paddle on her
wet flesh exploded in the car. She
gasped harshly with each slap. But she
did not scream. I gave her thirty of my
hardest, her ass red and waffled from the rubber covering of the paddle. When I let up, she cried softly, her ass
twitching most invitingly. I brought the
handle of the paddle to my mouth, coating it in my saliva.
"Spread your cheeks, please."
Cindy spread her throbbing ass cheeks, exposing her
hairless pussy and delicate pink anus to the cool air. I leaned in and spit directly on her
anus. She flinched, but said
nothing. I pushed the handle of the Ping-Pong
paddle against her butthole. It
resisted, then gave in. The handle surged into my pretty little
teacher's ass, up to the paddle. She
moaned in pain and discomfort.
"Turn over on your back. Face against me."
Cindy turned over slowly, impaled by the paddle. She lay on her back, her face under my cock
as I knelt over her. I angled my cock
down and it slipped into her mouth. She
sucked as if her life depended on it.
She believed it did. I raped her
mouth brutally, slamming my groin into her face repeatedly.
"When I pull out, you grab my cock and milk it onto
your face."
I continued bouncing off her, driving myself to
orgasm. It came, and I pulled out. Cindy's hand grasped me and stroked me
furiously. I spewed on her face, coating
her forehead, then her nose and chin with my spend. It was glorious. She lay panting for air.
I looked at my little teacher in the dim light. Besmirched with my cum.
A pretty little woman.
Time to switch gears.
I reached into my bag and grabbed the
paintbrush and the hairdryer. I plugged
it into the auxiliary lighter in the back seat.
This vehicle had everything. I
began to brush my spend all over her face.
"Cindy, I gave you a facial. I'm going to spread it around, so your skin
will be covered. I want you to enjoy the
taste and smell of my semen as you sleep tonight. Thank me."
"thank-you," she said
immediately.
I brushed my ejaculate, spreading it all over her face,
until she was a glistening little doll. Forehead, cheeks,
eyelids, nose, chin.
All with an even sheen of semen.
"Don't wipe this off now, woman. It's my gift to you. I want you to sleep with it. If I show up in the morning, I expect you to
meet me at the front door with this goo-pak on,
understand?"
"yes."
I finished with my own load, then switched the hairdryer
on, drying the spend on her face. When it was fairly dry, I examined my
work. Her skin did look tightened. It was all protein, you know.
Had to be good for her.
A second coat was called for.
"Cindy, I want to put some more on you. Fortunately, Ed donated to the cause. Don't move."
I brought Ed's shotglass of
semen up, and painted a second coat of sperm onto her face, spreading it
carefully for best effect. Her eyes
regarded me glassily. She was quiet now. No resistance. I dried her a second time, and we were done.
"Cindy, you are a perfect little china doll. Try not to move your facial muscles until
tomorrow. Give the protein a chance to
clean your pores. Your face will thank
you for it. Now pull that Ping-Pong
paddle out of your ass."
Cindy reached a hand between her splayed legs and
gingerly removed the paddle from her ass.
Quietly.
"I'm leaving.
I may be back tomorrow morning to check on you. If I'm not there by ten, then go ahead and
take a shower.
I left.
As a kind of a footnote, teacher
Richard Stokes, also known as Dick Stroker, suffered
the rest of the school year with an amazing array of car problems.
It seemed someone was constantly fucking with
the engine of his Honda Accord; disabling some vital part of the wiring
harness. I know how frustrating and
expensive repairs could be because I had spent a lot of time in the public
library poring over wiring diagrams in the Honda Accord repair manual. It became a familiar sight to see him biking
furiously to school, just making it in before classes started. No suspects were identified. It was the damnedest thing...