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Teacher Passes the Test, Part 9 of 10, Walk this Way, by
Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF everything)
At o'dark hundred hours on Saturday moanin', I jogged
from my poor abode to the home of my tormented educators. I had told my silly foster-parents, the
McGwires, that I had volunteered with a bunch of "friends" to help
out at a art display in the City of
It was a chilly dark morning but it was supposed to warm
up to around sixty degrees today.
Jogging through the gloom I couldn't imagine that happening. But that El Nino thing had sure helped the
I puffed into the backyard and did my customary
surveillance before announcing my presence.
I saw my intended victims sitting at the kitchen table, idly reading the
morning newspaper. I could see the
Weather Channel on the television in the family room. Just like Edwin to tune in to see what he
should wear to Final Exams. I admired
his plodding, practical way.
My pretty little schoolteacher glanced idly through the
ads for women's clothing and accessories.
Her face was troubled and nervous as it should be. I worked my way over to the back door. Instead of knocking, I let myself in. Both their heads shot up to watch my entrance
into their retreat.
"Morning," I said affably. They stared at me mutely. And glanced suspiciously at the knapsack
strung over my teenage shoulders.
Interested people.
"We'll catch some breakfast on the road. We've got a nice drive in front of us and we
need to get going. I'll lay the ground
rules down once we are on the road.
Let's go," I ordered. Edwin
slowly shuffled heavily to his feet, dispair and defeat written in his poor
posture. He was wearing a pair of blue
jeans and a rather nice plaid flannel shirt.
Comfortable hiking boots. My
pretty little teacher arose. She was
wearing the tight, lycra-spandex black sports bra and black bicycle pants I had
requested. The left a large expanse of
her flawless abdomen exposed to view.
Her 28 year old body was plenty tight.
Oh my pretty little teacher. But
I did note that she had put panties on under those tight pants. And the hem-lines stood out vulgarly. I guessed we'd fix that situation later.
And so it went that we piled uncomfortably into Edwin's
big comfortable white Ford Expedition.
Edwin driving and my pretty little teacher and I riding in the back
seat. Just before we backed out of the
driveway I hopped back out and went back into the house to do a little
business. When I returned to my anxious
couple I directed Edwin to head out to Krispy Kreme Donuts near the
highway. We rode in silence. When we got there, neither one wanted to go
into the store with me so I bought us some doughnuts and bagels using only my
own sense of taste as a guide. I also
bought coffee for my people and a hot chocolate for myself. I didn't like the taste of coffee and in a
group home hot chocolate is a highly prized commodity usually reserved only for
foster-parents. Back inside the
gloom-mobile I passed out the goodies and started in some warm-up activities to
keep the ride from getting boring.
"Okay, I hope you guys are ready for the Final
Exam. Edwin, head north up the
interstate for awhile. It'll take a
couple of hours to get there. And try
not to speed too bad. We can't afford to
be pulled over. Cindy, put your coffee
down for a minute and crawl over into the front seat. Take Ed's boots off. Then take his pants off. Make him more comfortable. Go."
And I sat back and watched her troubled face work and her
mouth open to enter a protest. I had to
love this woman. Her constant attempts
to win concessions. What a negotiator
she could be.
"Damien," she said in her low silky way,
"how about we just hold off until we get to where we're going? It'll be more exciting for us that way. The anticipation I mean?" Her pretty face beamed at me; her eyelashes
batted at me.
"Oh, Cindy.
What a poor start you're making today," I answered sadly. I could see Edwin sit up nervously behind the
wheel, his wide eyes straying to the rear view mirror. I continued.
"What your Examiner had been looking for was signs of
obedience. Your attempt to haggle over
the terms of a simple assignment.... well, it just doesn't speak well of
you." I watched my little Cindy's
face go from confusion and move right into fear. She didn't know what to do. She glanced up at her husband for help. He averted his gaze immediately and studied
the road.
"Cindy, here's a make-up question. What can you do to make up for your willful
attitude?"
"I... I don't know, Damien," she cried out,
flustered and under pressure, her eyes going big and watery.
"You better think of something," I warned her
mildly, smiling my gentle smile.
"Let me... let me.... I don't know... I don't know!" she cried
real tears now.
I put my hot chocolate into one of the cupholders in this
fantastic vehicle. "Lean over the
front seat, Cindy. In front of me."
She cried softly, eyeing me all the while. "What are you going to do?"
"Do I have to tell you?" She shook her head quickly and slid over
towards me. She ducked over the back of
the front seat, her spandex-clad ass in my field of vision, her top half spilling down the front seat. Good thing the Expedition had tinted windows
or the other motorists would be curious.
I wasted no time. I grabbed the
top of Cindy's bicycle pants and peeled them and those offending panties right
off her backside, exposing her wonderful white ass to my view. Cindy squealed in mortal terror. As well she should.
"Okay, people.
One more time I go over this.
This is Exam Day. You do what I
say when I say to do it. Get through the
day and I give you guys your money back.
Fuck this up and I don't know what I'd have to do with the two of
you. But I'll be damned if I'm going to
spend the next two hours in this car teaching a Teacher how to behave. I thought that lesson was learned on Day
One. So it's ten hard ones on the ass for
you Cindy and my sincere hope that you can perform at a higher level in the future." And I brought alternating hands down on
Cindy's fleshy taut globes. Real loud
slaps that stung my hands and made them swell just from the impact. Ten hard ones. And my teacher yelped and cried out after
each strike; her hands making mad little dashes one after the other to try to
protect her butt from the discipline, each time remembering at the last instant
to pull away and not arouse my anger further by blocking my access to her
ass. After ten strikes, I rested, my
hands warm and tingling; my teachers beautiful ass a hodgepodge of pink and
white. Her sobs loud in the
Expedition. Her husband barely able to
keep in one lane, his eyes constantly flicking into the rear view mirror to
check out the action. "Keep us on
the road please, Edwin." He started
guiltily and then stared blandly forward.
For my part, I grabbed Cindy's buttocks and played with
them, kneading and pushing and pulling them open until I could see her round
little brown butthole and her dark pink slit.
I leaned forward and buried my face in her smells hearing her sharp gasp
of surprise. And oh, she smelled like a
woman that morning. A woman who had
taken a nervous dump before her tormentor arrived. Her butthole had a sharp, tangy odor clinging
to it. So I retreated, inspecting it
from afar. It looked clean enough. With one hand separating each cheek I ordered
my pretty little teacher to sing a particular song while I manipulated her ass
so that her butthole would appear to be doing the singing. My little teacher stopped her sobbing and
started to sing in a small choking voice.
"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-nine
bottles of beer,
If one of those
bottles should happen to fall
Ninety-eight
bottles of beer on the wall."
"Next verse," I ordered breezily. And I only made her go down to "ninety
bottles of beer on the wall" while I watched the show her brown winking
asshole provided with it's lip-synching ability. And I know my teacher was badly embarrassed
to be singing next to her husband while a fifteen year old held her ass in both
hands while pretending her nether hole was singing to him. After I allowed her to stop I wetted my left
index finger in my mouth and slowly buried it in my Teacher's backside. She groaned in discomfort and I burrowed
in. It was warm and gripping up
there. I moved my finger around in it's
tight confines and I was rewarded with additional groans from my little Cindy. Edwin's face was once more buried in the rear
view mirror. So I pulled my stinkfinger
out of Cindy and regarded it. No obvious
shit on it, but it seemed different than it was when it went in. And it reeked. I pushed Cindy's ass away from me.
"Get in the front seat now, Cindy. I'll hand you your coffee." After she clambered over the seat into the
front of the vehicle and turned to face me suspiciously, I uncapped her coffee
and stirred it for her. Using my left
index finger. And she knew. She knew as I handed her the coffee where
that particular digit had been. As I
watched with my most expectant face she slowly raised the cup to her lips and
took a nice sip. A bit of a grimace on
her face. But quietly and without
protest. As it should be.
"Okay. Let's
get back on schedule. Cindy, I believe I
told you to get Edwin's boots and pants off him. So do that.
Then take your pants and those silly panties all the way off. Edwin, for God's sake keep between the lines."
"Okay, Damien," my guidance counselor answered
dutifully as his pretty little wife ducked down to remove his hiking boots. I heard them hit the floorboards as she
tossed them to her side of the large luxury vehicle. Then undoing the belt, snap and zipper of his
trousers she laboriously dragged them down his pale flaccid legs. Edwin assisted her as best he could, raising
his large ass off the seat. Finally, my
guidance Counselor sat there in his flannel shirt and white underpants, his
stubby penis jutting straight up in excitement.
Trying to drive as though he wasn't half naked. My pretty little teacher ill at ease in the
front seat her bottom half naked.
At my suggestion, Cindy loaded a pipeful of the remnants
of their precious marijuana and we sparked it up. We cracked the windows open so as not to
choke on the thick, sweet smoke. And
slowly we got buzzed on caffeine, sugar and dope as we headed up the
highway. I sat in an increasingly
comfortable silence until my educators interrupted my thoughts.
Where are we going, Damien? Will you tell us?" Edwin Van Horn asked
in a nicely submissive voice. Hoping not
to piss me off. I decided to tell them
enough to worry them. Anticipation is
such a wonderful tool.
"Edwin, Cindy, we're going to
"What are you going to make us do, Damien? That's what we're worried about. We don't want to get into trouble and we're
afraid we'll get caught. Arrested or
something. Get fired from the
school. Understand? That's why we're asking, honey..." The first time she had ever called me
anything but "Damien". Kinda
cool. Almost motherly. Except for the nervousness in her voice. But that was nice too. And I was rather glad my short-lived puppy
love had worn off. It made today
easier.
"Okay, my two lovely educators. I'll tell you more about what's going on
today, although I hate to let the cat out of the bag.
My Guidance Counselor, worriedly, "What about me
Damien? I wait in the car?" His eyes regarded me in the rear view
mirror.
I grinned.
"You wish. No, Edwin, you'll
be walking with us. Except that you'll
be off the trail and in the woods a little bit.
The better to hide the fact that you'll be naked except for your
underpants and your shoes.
Edwin and Cindy did a nice theatrical gasp for me. Edwin turned three shades of red before he
finally croaked, "Damien... do I have to do this... can't we just do
something else?"
"No we can't," I answered, "because this
feels so right. Edwin in the woods. Me and Cindy on the trail. We meet up every so often and visit some type
of perversion on one of you. Hopefully,
Edwin doesn't get spotted and blow the whole deal. We might end up having to leave him and pick
him up somewhere besides the parking lot.
Think about it. The drama, the
action, the sex. This little scheme has
it all. And you want to change it? Shame on you, Edwin Van Horn."
I watched their dubious faces as they exchanged
sympathetic glances with each other.
Time for the coup de grace, although I didn't know how to put that
accent thingy over "coup". I
opened my brown paper bag and removed their Sony mini-cam. A videocamera I had ignored even though I
knew they owned one. "We'll be
filming parts of today's activities so you guys can relive your finest hours
later. If for some reason this little
outing should fail, I would retain the videotape. I hope you understand."
I rolled tape. I
had Cindy pack another pipe and light it up. Pass it around. I filmed Edwin in his underwear driving. With a stubby hard-on. Smoking marijuana. Then I turned on Cindy and made her spread
her legs and play with herself for posterity.
I handed her the vibrator and filmed her masturbating in the front seat
until she made slight grunts in orgasm.
I also made her bury fingers in her gash and then suck on them for the
camera. I thought she would whine or cry
but she didn't. She had quite a grimace
on her face and I believe I saw her gag.
Oh, it was really cool, and my own cock was turgid in my pants.
In another forty-five minutes, we rolled off the freeway
and headed east towards the park which was nestled on the sandy shores of
"Pull over to the shoulder, Edwin. Cindy has to take a piss," I
ordered. Edwin pulled over to the gravel
shoulder of the road and waited like a good chauffeur. Cindy turned red. "No, take me to the bathroom. There was one in that parking area awhile
back. I'll go there," she said
unsteadily. I watched the slight glassy
redness of her eyes. She was stoned from
smoking dope. And I knew she would do
what I told her to do.
"Edwin, do you think I'm going to let your wife go
and use the bathroom? I asked.
"No, but I wish you would do something. I have to use... I mean, you know... it's the
time of the morning when I usually go," Edwin finished weakly.
"Of course, how insensitive of me," I remarked
in my own inimitably smartass way.
"Turn into the next parking area."
A few more minutes and we pulled into "Lakeview
Trail South Parking." The parking
lot was buried a hundred yards off in the woods. It was a nicely paved affair with room for
about 100 cars. It currently held about
six including ours. Up a short trail I
could see the building which held the bathrooms and trail information
exhibits. A sixty foot swath of grass
separated the paved parking area from the treeline of the surrounding
woods. Perfect. No one was moving around; presumably they had
already hit the trail. I had Edwin pull
in fairly close to the rest of the vehicles.
The air in the vehicle was charged with electricity as we pulled in and
parked. I glanced at their faces; each
held a nice healthy dose of tension. The
sky overhead was clear; the sunlight was dappled in these woods as it slowly
warmed up.
"Turn the engine off and hand me the keys,
Edwin," I murmured from the backseat.
Edwin complied in his slow and cumbersome way. He turned and handed me the keys. Both he and my pretty little teacher were
turned in their seats watching me. I
took the keys and pocketed them solemnly.
Then I told Edwin to strip down to boots and underwear. I could see the stress on his face and he
considered balking.
"Open your door, Edwin," I commanded as I
jumped out the backseat and worked my way around to the driver's side
door. As I approached Edwin opened his
door to me. I stood in the doorway and
regarded Edwin's chubby, scared face.
"C'mon Edwin, it's time to perform." And finally, my Guidance counselor started to
slowly remove his boots, socks, shirt, and finally his pants. He hurriedly ducked low to replace his
boots. His wife's face was
expressionless as she watched. When
Edwin Van Horn finally sat there in his underwear and boots I gave him his
marching orders.
"Eddie, you are going to take a shit. Right where we can see you. Cindy will be your lookout and will run some
napkins out to you when you're ready for them.
When you're finished Cindy and I will take the trail around the
park. You'll be paralleling us off the
beaten path, Edwin.
Understand?" Edwin gulped
and nodded. "Cindy, for right now I
need you to take your stretch pants off.
You'll start the festivities for all of us by racing out into "no
man's land" out there and taking your piss. Here's a napkin." I handed her a Krispy Kreme napkin and she
took it dumbly, her eyes wide with fear now that the onus was on her. She slowly peeled the black lycra bicycle
pants down her flawless legs and over her small Nikes, glancing fearfully
around as she did. My cock surged again
in my pants. Her light blond pussy hair
was starting to grow in and it was nice--I liked the definition. I walked around the front of the vehicle and
opened her passenger-front door. She
cowered inside, small and insignificant, and I strongly considered just
climbing onto her and fucking her right then and there. But I finally backed away and waited for her
to spring into action. She peered around
the parking lot like a frightened jackrabbit for almost a minute. Then all of a sudden, she bounded gracefully
out of the vehicle past me and skittered into the middle of the grass. The sun fell fully upon my pretty little
teacher as she squatted low; her eyes closed and her napkin clasped tightly in
her hand. For about twenty seconds
nothing happened and even I was nervously looking around and back again when
suddenly her floodgates opened and a heavy stream of urine struck the ground
under my pretty little teacher. She
pissed long and hard, knocking loose blades of dead grass and small pebbles out
the way. Grunting continuously until her
flow trickled off. My teacher was
already wiping her pussy as she arose and by the time she was standing straight
up, she had let go of the napkin and was sprinting back to the safety of the
Expedition. Edwin and I watched
open-mouthed. She clambered in and shut
her door loudly, gasping, crying and laughing with relief at the same
time. She hugged Edwin tightly and I
felt that irritating twinge of jealousy again.
Finally, she let go and they regarded me.
"Tough act to follow, Edwin, but do your best. You're up.
Go," I advised him. And I
swear this out-of-shape little guy actually squared his shoulders and buried
his chins in his chest. He looked almost
casually around, and then bounced out of the vehicle and lumbered over into the
short grass. He took a squat. Almost the instant we could see his asshole,
we could tell he was taking a shit. His
asshole widened and a log was falling from Edwin to earth. I slid up into the Expedition with Cindy as
we watched. Her eyes were locked on her
husband's performance out on the grass.
She barely noticed my left hand when I slid two fingers in between her
legs. And into her warm cunt. Then she moaned and slid her hips forward a
bit to accommodate me.
And while Edwin groaned and shit in the short grass, I
fingered my pretty little teacher, sucking my fingers and driving them back
deeper into her. Her with a nice buzz
from our little smoke. Until I noticed
Edwin waving frantically with one hand in our direction.
"Time to wipe, Mrs. Van Horn. Run him out some napkins, " I ordered
placing several in her hands. She opened
that big car door and flitted out nimbly, her spectacular ass still slightly
mottled from my earlier abuse. She no
sooner placed those napkins in hubby's hands than she was running back to the
safety of the vehicle. I watched Edwin
wipe himself and discard the napkins on the grass before he stood heavily and
pounded back to our ride. He tore the
door open and slipped inside, gasping with exertion and an adrenaline
rush. I couldn't waste any no further
time. I unzipped my jeans and fished my
rampant penis out of my underpants. My
cock stuck straight up my belly. I had
Edwin's attention.
"Cindy, lay down on the bench seat with your legs
towards me," I urged insistently.
As Cindy turned and lay passively down on the bench seat she spread her
legs to me like a good little teacher. I
grabbed her legs and pulled her towards me.
Her head slid off Edwin's meaty thigh and bounced lightly on the leather
seating. "You're going to be
leaking when we walk the trail," I warned her almost good-naturedly. With that I rubbed my jeans-clad groin down
against her until I knew the lay of the land.
I advanced the tiniest bit into her wet vagina and then bull-rushed
forward. Cindy gasped, if not at my
length, than at my zipper pounding at the lips of her pussy.
"Edwin, if you want to come, you can beat off onto
her forehead and into her hair if you want," I grunted. And my stubby Guidance Counselor didn't waste
any time considering what a poor alternative to coitus he had been
granted. Instead, He swiveled around and
got up on his knees on the seat and maneuvered until his cock dangled over his
pretty little wife's face and he commenced to stroking himself.
For my part, I was far too excited to provide the five or
ten minutes of hard fucking that the movies had taught me to accept as the
standard. It was really odd to be
fucking a woman, naked from the waist down, who was wearing dainty little
tennis socks and tiny Nike shoes. Highly
unusual, something you just don't see. I
was practically beating off inside of Cindy anyway. She was pretty well pinned down on the seat
by her husband and I and I knew she was receiving sensations, but nothing that
would send her to orgasm. But she was
warm and inviting and in no time I started squirting inside her. I believe that she knew when I voided into
her because her eyes, which had been closed against the threat of Edwin
shooting into her face, opened and focused thoughtfully on me in the moments of
vulnerability when I was cumming. And I
laid a nice white trail in her for others to follow.
I couldn't slump over onto her and rest a few minutes
because Edwin was beating himself furiously and I didn't want to get caught in
the line of fire. So I rested on my
arms, buried in my teacher-love, while we waited for her chubby little
husband. We didn't wait long. He grunted and a robe of his nacreous sperm
landed on her beautiful blonde bangs.
His second, third and fourth shots landed farther back on her head and
he rubbed himself back and forth in her short hair to complete his come.
"Work it in, Edwin," I ordered, and he
immediately lent his right index finger to the task of transferring his goo
from his wife's forehead back into her hair, taking his time and gently and
evenly working the spend onto her.
Cindy's eyes were closed. She was
resting, waiting for me to abandon her crotch so she could tend to herself. Probably wondering how she had gotten into
this mess. I reached the dashboard and
grabbed a napkin and placed it into her left hand. Then I backed out of her and watched her left
hand snake unerringly to her crotch to blot up my spunk as it tried to escape
her. I put my wet wrinkled warrior back
into his cage and zipped him up. Edwin
backed off and Cynthia Van Horn, educator and good wife, sat up in the front
seat, her hair slightly wet with semen and a napkin between her exquisite
legs. She seemed slightly embarrassed
for some reason.
I hopped out of the passenger side and re-entered the
backseat. My two educators regarded me
silently. The interior of the vehicle
smelled like sex. It was cool.
"Cynthia, put your shorts back on. You'll still leak a little, but that's
okay. Edwin, I'm going to check out that
trail info thing up at the bathrooms.
You guys smoke a bowl; when I get back we get started. Understand?" He nodded, his demeanor seemed very accepting
and I was grateful for that. I got out
and walked slowly up the slight hill to the bathroom building. It seemed warm enough out here in the sun to
get my plan going and I was ready although having fucked once already, the edge
was off and I could effect my plans more leisurely now. The posted trails map on the wall didn't add
much to my wealth of knowledge. It
simply related that I had my choice of three trails, the longest of which was
the Lakeview Trail we were parked at.
The trail was five miles long and ran through the woods and for a time,
within several hundred feet of a cooling
"Cindy, you ready to go?" I asked.
She blushed and nodded.
"This is so embarrassing," my Cindy whispered.
"But it makes you kind of hot, don't it?" I
pressed eagerly. She hung her head and
nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Edwin? Your
time to shine you know..."
"I'm ready," he said quietly looking out
towards the trail.
"Good. You're
first out. We'll meet you at the start
of the trail. Go."
And our stout Guidance Counselor took one more glance
around the parking lot. Then he began to
pant heavily, psyching himself up for the run.
The driver's door shot open and Edwin ambled heavily out, his white
underwear shining crazily in the November sunshine as he crashed heavily into
the woods. I jumped out of the car and
grabbed my knapsack then opened Cindy's door and held my hand out for her. She looked at me quizzically for a second
then took my hand. I helped out of the
vehicle. She stood stonily blinking in
the warm sun, the white-muscled expanse of her abdomen gleaming in the
light. Her magnificent breasts, those
two in a million breasts, so huge on such a small frame; those breasts that had
only been whipped once in her life; they hugged her frame under that sports top
like only two grapefruits could. Her
slim hips also clad in black spandex; her perfect heart-shaped ass, whose
depths I had penetrated gratefully, hung off her as the perfect back
porch. I nodded approval almost
involuntarily and she caught me. She
gave the embarrassed little shrug of a little wife who knows she's built but
can't help it. But hell, for my part, I
told myself, I looked pretty hot for a fifteen year old boy. I had a nice cock, slim hips, and nice abs
too. Cindy had told me herself (after I
dragged it out of her) that I was "young and tight". So we made a nice pair. Like a boy and his young Aunt or something, I
told myself. I nodded towards the start
of the trail and we walked quietly away from the Expedition and towards the
rest of the Final Exam.
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Chapter Two: I didn't know Sasquatches wore Fruit of the
Loom Underwear
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And so my "Aunt", my teacher, my puppy-love, my
three orificed cum-whore, the tender target of my angers, and I walked down the
trail and through the woods. Off on the
start of our four mile journey. Since no
one was around I held out my hand and Cindy, after looking around shyly, took
it. We strolled easily down the eight foot
wide paved path, glancing off casually as we walked into the woods. And the forest was strangely silent empty of
birdsong here in late November; the leaves carpeting the ground the trees naked
black giants. And a portly man in his
underwear trying to sneak through them.
Crunching every other twig under his booted feet; his pale skin gleaming
in our peripheral vision.
Within minutes, we heard an additional sound. A couple of people coming towards us. We dropped the hand holding thing and advanced. The other couple, in their mid-thirties,
passed us heading back towards the parking lot.
They broke off their conversation to say hello to us. The woman's eyes passed over my adolescent
form appraisingly before moving on to my pretty little teacher. I watched her grip on her husband's hand
tighten in dismay as she saw my teacher's clinging lycra-spandex clothes, so
inappropriate around such an impressionable child as I. And the husband's eyes had alit upon Cindy's wonderful chest and did not leave it
until he felt his wife's hand tighten on his.
And I drank in the woman's disapproval and the man's jealousy. My pretty little teacher seemed to shrink
into herself. We strode away from them
and my teacher finally broke the silence.
"That was horrible.
I feel like a whore. Did you see
how they looked at me?" My sad
little Cindy.
"Yeah. It was
wild. That guy really wanted you. And that lady looked like she wanted to kill
you."
"She knew.
She knows what's going on here. I
could see it in her eyes. She wanted to
say something to me, I just know it."
"She just thinks you're a slut. That's how you feel anyway, right? So what's the difference?", I said
carelessly. I stopped Cindy on the
path and held her tightly. My hands
crept around behind her to grasp her ass.
I pulled her into my groin and rubbed myself on her. "It makes you feel slutty right? Walking around here with extremely tight
clothes and your abdomen showing? With a
fifteen year old? Makes you kind of
tingly when you're singled out for humiliation like that woman gave
you?" Cindy blushed and looked
away.
"A little," she finally admitted. "It's...different....I've always had a
bit of an exhibitionist streak I guess.
And the humiliation thing--which you certainly bring with you--makes it
kind of hot too... When that woman
stared at me, I felt like my body temperature went up about twenty
degrees. Like she was roasting me with
her eyes. Even when they were coming at
us my vagina was getting so wet I thought they would smell me. It made me hot."
I let her go, my mind swimming. It was getting time that I shot another load,
so when I saw a small sidepath off to the left of the trail, I pulled my Cindy
down it and into the forest primeval. We
could hear the awkward movement of our albino Sasquatch in the woods as he
approached. Sweat gleamed on his pale
white skin. His gut hung out hugely
probably because he was too tired to make any effort to hold it in. Edwin's eyes were bright with excitement and
exertion. He came to rest in our
clearing and tripoded his hands on his knees and breathed heavily for a minute
before he spoke. We waited, interested
in this pudgy man with a boner in his underpants..
"Those people almost caught me," he
gasped. "They stopped and were
looking in the woods where I was hiding.
They heard me. If that guy had
walked twenty feet in he'd have spotted me.
I was hiding behind the only big tree around. These white underpants really stick
out," he finished breathlessly. He
looked around the small clearing and then at us. "What are we doing here? I need a break anyway. My heart's going a mile a minute."
"We'll rest here for a couple of minutes then for
you Ed," I said amiably. There was
a blown-over tree on one side of the small clearing and I made my way over to
it and set my backpack down. Cindy stood
uncertainly watching both her husband and I.
When I judged Edwin wasn't going to fall over with a massive myocardial
infarction, I cleared my throat. My
educators looked over at me.
"Cynthia, Edwin.
We've stepped off the beaten path for a few minutes to put you through
your paces so to speak. In this
instance, Ed, I recall that your little lady has never seen you perform
fellatio on me. I know we told you about
it Cindy but you've never seen it live.
So, Edwin, if you'll step this way you can drop to your knees and get
started. Don't forget, I've been in your
wife, so if I smell funny it's her fault."
Edwin stood stock still, not looking at either of us. Cindy looked worriedly between the two of
us.
"Cindy, do you have any problems or concerns about
Edwin if he gives me some head? Would
you have a major problem dealing with that?", I asked. Edwin's head came up like a horse's as he
regarded his wife. Cindy looked
worriedly over at him. "No, Damien,
I've told you. I love my husband and
nothing will change that. If that's what
has to happen to pass the test then whatever." Edwin looked like he needed some more
encouragement before he subjugated himself to a fifteen year old boy in front
of his wife. I reached into the backpack
and pulled out the videocamera and motioned Cindy over to me. I handed the videocamera to the pretty little
teacher and waved her back.
"Edwin, our little scene will be videotaped. Pretty cool, huh? Cindy, start rolling tape." When I saw the light go on and the camera
turn in my direction, I set the scene.
"We're here at the
Edwin stared at the camera and over at me with a dazed
look on his face. Finally, he muttered,
"Yes, Damien."
"Come here, Edwin."
Cindy swung the camera as her husband shambled over
towards me. When we stood about two feet
apart, I lowered my shorts and underwear to the ground in one fell swoop and
stepped out of them. My cock raged in
the cool air and danced in four/fifths time to the beating of my heart. In my peripheral vision I could see Cindy
move in closer to the action. I backed
up a bit and seated myself along the length of the fallen log. The bark was rough and I had to sit down
carefully. My cock jutted up stiffly and
I used my cock muscles to wave it obscenely for the benefit of the camera. I was ready and I waved Edwin down from his
slump-shouldered standing position.
Standing in his underwear and boots, my stout Guidance Counselor kind of
just dropped to his knees. With what
could be construed as either a hysterical short laugh or a sharp cry of anguish
he grasped my cock with his right hand and lowered his mouth down upon it. I felt his warm, wet bearded mouth envelope
and hold me for a minute. It was quite
luxurious in there. Then Edwin started
to suck and move his face up and down my shaft.
It was a toothy ride from an amateur.
Not his best work. Not like the
time I kicked his ass and made him blow me in the garage. Or the time in his basement when he was
filling in for his absent wife. But I
was too excited to care enough to tell him to ease up on the teeth. And Cindy jockeying around with the camera
trying to catch every angle of this event didn't help my stamina anyway. So I sat there and let Edwin fellate me in
front of his wife. After a few minutes,
I made him pay long licking attention to my balls and scrotum. Cindy practically burrowed the camera into us
to film her husband as I made him lift and tongue the underside of my
balls. That's such an exquisite
feeling. While he performed those
ablutions on my body I began to stroke my cock until I felt the sap rise close
to the surface.
"I'm going to come now, Edwin. I know that the "money shot" makes
for good theater in the porno industry, but I'm going to empty myself into
you. You may swallow at will,
sir." Stroking myself to the
release point, I grabbed Edwin's blocky head and forced myself into this
mouth. I felt his teeth lock in a grim
rictus of denial as I mashed myself into his gullet. And I pumped my semen into him, feeling him
shudder. But he didn't gag and his mouth
loosened and went soft and warm around me as I spasmed further inside his
mouth. I had a hand cupping his throat
to hold him in place and I felt his Adam's apple bob several times as he
swallowed to get the taste of Damien North out of his mouth. When I was finally done, I released my hold
on his head and he backed up onto his haunches.
"Good job, Edwin," I said, impressed by his
performance. He nodded glumly. "C'mon, Ed. Don't be a gloomy Gus. When this day's over you're going home with
Cindy, and all I'll have is memories.
Don't fret over a little blowjob between friends. Tell you what--since I see you still got a
raging hard-on, Cindy will take care of that for you."
I walked over to Cindy, who was still filming us and took
the camera from her. I trained it on her
face and chest and reached my left hand out to partially lift and stroke one of
the captive mammaries on her chest.
"What do you say, Cindy?
You're man needs a little pick-me-up.
So if you'll just lay down on the ground here, Edwin will
straddle your head and 'fuck your face' if you don't mind me being so
vulgar. You'll swallow his seed won't
you? To make him feel better? You would do that for him wouldn't
you?" My Cindy looked positively
stricken. She stared directly into the
camera's eye like it was a live cobra that was going to bite her. She flinched when I rolled my thumb over her
clothed nipple. I could tell the
humiliation thing was working pretty well.
Capturing her shame on video only made it better. Mrs. Cynthia Van Horn remained speechless,
humiliated but hot.
"If you can't answer then just go do it," I ordered
her softly. She turned and walked to
Edwin, then laid down gently on the dry leaves and grasses of the
clearing. "Edwin, strip." Edwin pulled the underpants off and kicked
them off. He was standing naked in his
boots, his smaller cock pointing straight out in front of him. He went to the feet of my pretty little
teacher and then walked himself up her form until he was straddling her neck
and face. Then he lowered himself slowly
to his knees. His knees were just above
her shoulders as he planted them into the ground. His gut tended to obscure my filming so I
dropped to a sitting position next to Cindy's right side. Edwin's penis rested against his wife's
lips. "Rub your cock on her lips,
Ed" And he began to rub himself
against his wife's beautiful face. And I
caught it on film. "Okay,
Teacher. I need you to start sucking
your husband. When he comes, you can
swallow his goo. Go." Cindy's mouth popped open and Edwin inserted
himself in there. Her mouth closed
against him and the cocksucking began in earnest. I filmed it idly, my cock relaxed in my lap;
the cool ground chilling my ass. On
inspiration, I reached down to Cindy's crotch and rubbed; her pelvis rose hard
to meet my hand. I gave her crotch a
nice massage for awhile while I filmed.
When I became bored and slightly irritated by Ed's inability to finish,
I took charge as a good Director should.
"Cindy, moisten a finger and work it up Ed's
ass." Her hand disappeared behind
Ed's heaving bulk, towards her face, and then catching a break in Ed's rhymic
assault on her mouth, the hand reappeared.
She worked her right index finger between Edwin's hairy ass and having
found a proper place, pushed slightly.
Edwin's ass moved forward to lessen the discomfort of the intruder. I slid out from Cindy's side for the next
direction. "Put that finger back in your mouth, Mrs. Van Horn. Make it more wet." Cindy pulled her finger out of her husband and
I filmed the dirty digit entering her mouth.
Edwin rested panting above her face.
Cindy's eyes were tightly closed as she wet her finger. I followed that finger as it reinserted
itself in Edwin Van Horn's backside as he began stroking into her mouth
again. His ass moved a jackhammer as he
fucked is wife's face--I wouldn't have been surprised if he bruised her
lips. He was that insistent on
coming. Poor middle-aged guy couldn't
rise to the occasion again as fast a boy like me could. I gave him another thirty seconds and then,
"Wet two fingers, Mrs. Van Horn.
Put both into him and push for all you're worth." Cindy pulled her finger out of her husband's
ass and stuck her dirty index finger and her "fuck finger" into her
mouth. Her index finger didn't have any
shit on it or anything, but I know it fairly reeked from having spent time up
in him. She wet the two fingers and
reached around between his cheeks. This
time both fingers went in and she pushed hard.
Edwin got his cock back in her mouth and began grunting heavily and
fucking her mouth like a madman. Within
a minute I made our little Cindy rewet those two fingers and reinsert them in
her husband. Only then did the pitch of
his grunting change radically and I had the camera on Cindy's face when her
eyes flew open in shock as her husband jettisoned his load in her mouth. Never one to love the taste of semen, she
gave out a huge gagging sound and for awhile I thought she was going to throw
up. She put a restraining hand on Ed's
large abdomen to stop him from moving in and out of her mouth while she worked
to swallow his vile offering. Tears
welled up in her eyes from the taste I imagine.
Finally, Edwin moved off her face and lay on his side on the cool
autumnal ground panting like the middle-aged out of shape white male he
was. Cindy sat up shakily and brushed
some organic matter, leaves and twigs and stuff, out of her short blond
hair. Her face was red with her recent
exertions. I was impressed.
"That was really something, Mrs. Van Horn," I
said with the camera rolling.
"Yes, it was really something. I did it.
I did it all. And don't call me
'Mrs. Van Horn'. We've talked about
that." My Cindy seemed to be
gaining strength. "I got to go
potty. I imagine you have something in
mind for me? And turn that camera
off."
"Yeah," I answered, shutting the videocamera
down. "You will piss directly on
the main path only when other people are in imminent approach. Edwin you ready to get back in the
woods?"
Edwin nodded and rose slowly to his feet. He put his underwear back on. I recovered my shorts and underwear and put
them on. It sure had been a thrill to be
naked in the woods. With a nod, I sent
Edwin back into the forest while Cindy and I walked hand in hand back to the
main trail. Within five minutes, I heard
voices far off up the trail.
"Time to pee, Cindy.
Right here," I pointed to the ground under her. Cindy's face looked tense and scared. She wasn't moving. The voices came closer. "Time's wasting, Cindy. You need to get your pants off, squat down
and pee and still have time to get your pants back on before those people
come. You better hurry," I advised
looking up the asphalt trail. My pretty
little teacher, who had just taken fingers fresh from an ass and put them in
her mouth several times, was frozen.
Couldn't do it.
"They'll know.
They'll know what I did," she gasped in fright. I reached in my knapsack and pulled out an
empty bottle of Mountain Dew that I had been carrying around forever.
"I'll hold this.
They will assume I just poured it out on the trail. They will assume that before they will really
believe that a full-grown woman just urinated on their walking path."
"I can't... I can't," my little Cindy
quailed. She danced a jig in distress
until an old couple appeared. We waited
in uncomfortable silence as they approached.
Again, I could see that the woman did not approve of this slinky little
teacher with the big titties prancing around in spandex with a boy young enough
to be her child. My Cindy shrunk under
the scrutiny. The passed curt hellos
with us as they passed and we could hear them talking in very low tones as they
receded from view. When they were about
sixty feet away, I ordered Cindy to squat down and piss in the middle of the
trail.
"What about my pants? I'll have to take them off," she said plaintively,
afraid of my anger.
"Then do it," I said frostily. She looked watery-eyed as she tucked her
fingers into the tight waistband of her shorts and tugged them quickly down her
slim legs. She had to stand on her
shorts to force them over her shoes; then she kicked her shorts a few feet
away. Peering fearfully over her
shoulder at the retreating old couple, she squatted down in front of me. I knelt down on one knee close to her. Her stream started almost immediately and I
put the tips of my fingers in her warm urine as it showered out of her. Cindy watched me hand play and she knew what
was coming. As her flow trickled off,
she remained squatted as I played with her wet pussy. With my left hand I fumbled around with my
knapsack until I was able to pull the vibrator out. Switching it on, I handed it to Cindy, who
applied it to her clitoris. She watched
me. She watched me strip fish my cock
out of the top of my shorts with one hand and then stroke it with the piss-wet
hand I had held in her urine. I wet my
cock down with her pee and then I pushed my fingers at her face. Cindy gave a despairing whine and opened her
mouth. I fed my pissy fingers in there
and felt her suck on them. Before the
activity got me too hard, I stood up. My
cock was above my pretty little teacher's head as she squatted with that
vibrator thrumming against her pussy. I
inched forward and dropped my knees a bit until my cock was in her face. My teacher's eyes closed hopelessly and she
took me in.
Her mouth was warm and wet and I knew she would be able
to taste her own urine on my cock. We
waited. With my cock nestled in her
mouth, we waited. And I think she knew
this was a big test because she didn't move a muscle as the first drops of my
urine dripped onto her tongue. She did
make a low keening sound, but she didn't move.
When I really let my hot piss flow into her mouth, she began gagging and
making choking sounds and I watched tears flow from the corners of her
eyes. But her mouth didn't let loose of
my cock and I was in full stream. Her
throat worked and worked to empty her mouth of my hot piss and her horrid
little sounds continued until I was sure she would spit me out and vomit right
there on the trail. Until I looked down
past her mouth and my cock and saw how lightly and infrequently she now plied
that vibrator against herself. And I
realized she was having aftershocks from an orgasm. Now that's entertainment. My piss trickled off in her mouth and I could
feel her tongue moving along the underside of my penis. It tickled greatly and I removed my wet cock
from her mouth. Cindy panted through her
mouth; her head hanging down. We were
quiet for a moment. And I saw Edwin
standing in the woods about twenty feet of us.
By the stunned look on his face, he knew exactly what his wife had been
able to accomplish. I motioned him away
and he lumbered away like the world's clumsiest Indian but the sounds of his
retreat did not reach the ears of his little wife at my feet. At last she arose after picking up her
spandex shorts.
"I've done it, Damien. I don't ever want to do it again. And a gentleman wouldn't talk about what just
happened. You want to be a gentleman
don't you?" my pretty little teacher avoided my eyes as she spoke.
"Okay," I acknowledged. I knew when to make accommodations. "I'll just say I'm impressed and we'll
let it go at that. When you get your
shorts on, take your top off and we'll get going again."
My little Cindy thrust one shoed foot after the other
into the tight black shorts, giving me an opportunity to see her round perfect
ass pushed in my direction. I also
noticed that the crotch of her shorts had a large wet spot, probably from my
spend leaking out of this little woman.
After Cindy got her shorts on, she looked around for onlookers and
pulled the tight spandex top off, freeing her alabaster breasts. Those white marvels, so large on such a small
frame, with such pancake-sized dusky pink nipples. Absolutely born to breastfeed. Those breasts hung free with just the minimum
degree of sag for her age. And that sag
was do more to the size of those melons than anything else. I couldn't wait to see her walk down the
trail with me. Just to see those things
swing. I hoped I wouldn't trip over my
own feet while I watched.
Traipse down the trail we did, my teacher and I; she
unencumbered by her shirt; her glorious white funbags swinging slightly as she
walked. She walked knowing I was
mesmerized by that marvelous rack and she stood just a bit straighter and prouder
than the woman who had just imbibed my piping hot piss. She was in her element now; the little
teacher whose students were in awe of her beauty. And the best part was when other people were
sighted. Watching Cindy hurriedly throw
her shirt back on and act like it had been there all along when we passed other
people on the trail. My pretty little
teacher's eyes shiny with the excitement and her face red with the potential
shame of having these nice citizens know she was parading through the woods showing
her chest to a fifteen year old boy while that boy made her husband slink
through the woods, paralleling our path, clad in underpants and a pair of
boots. And the most memorable part, when
a bicyclist came whizzing down the path at us so quickly and quietly that my
little Cindy had no time to react and was caught flat-footed with her knockers
exposed to the cyclist's shocked gaze. I
reached over and tweaked Cindy's nipples as the cyclist receded; they were firm
and hard with her excitement.
Soon enough, the trail bent into a loop. There was a large parking area in view;
apparently that was where a lot of these people had parked rather than the
south parking lot we had used. I allowed
Cindy to resume her shirted ways.
In that parking lot, I saw a vehicle which interested me
greatly. I filed it away for future
use. We made the loop and started
heading back. On the way back I waited
until I felt there was no one around and then I stopped in the trail. "Time for fun and games again, Teacher,"
I said matter of factly. My teacher did
not protest. She just looked around for
a clearing or place we could go. Seeing
none she knew we were going to do something nasty right here. I located Edwin in the woods and waved him
over. He came stumbling out, his face
red with exertion and a new emotion.
Fear.
"They saw me.
They saw me, Damien! We've got to
leave here right now!" My insistent
Guidance Counselor.
"Who saw you?"
"That damn bicycle guy caught me. I never heard him coming and I was couldn't
have been ten feet off the trail when he came by. He stopped!
I ran like crazy. Then I saw him
talking to two other people and they were pointing through the trees at me like
they could see me! We got to get out of
here! The games over!" My pudgy, bearded Guidance Counselor was most
insistent.
"Don't worry, Edwin.
You think anyone's going to go searching through these woods for
you? Don't worry. These people will call Park Security they'll
send a golf cart or something down the trail.
But they won't actually enter the woods to search for you. Be at peace, my worried man."
But he was inconsolable.
Until I physically shook him like a rag doll. That got his attention and I was able to
force him to calm down. Such a worry wart.
"Edwin, you're ruining this little field trip for me
with your bullshit. You made me angry
with your stupid little problems. Now if
this little fieldtrip ends early I won't have time to get souvenirs. Understand?"
He looked at me over his glasses with his usual
uncomprehending stare.
"Wha...What?"
I put my hands on my hips and shook my finger at
him. "I said I'm upset with you and
I guess I'll have to get my souvenirs now instead of later. Goodness gracious, Edwin. You've been more trouble than you're
worth. I thought you were doing so well
and then this has to happen. Well,
there's nothing like a small whipping for education's sake. Cindy, cut a switch for me." My Cindy started nervously when she heard my
words. Then she walked to a
bushy-looking plant and started pulling on a likely looking candidate. After watching her for awhile, I strode over
and pulled the whip-like branch off for her.
I had her peel the leaves and side branches off for me. She handed me a fairly nice size whipping
switch. I turned on Edwin, who regaled
me with a shocked glance. "Turn
around and drop your drawers, Ed," I stated. He glanced at me and then at Cindy. For a second, I thought he would bolt into
the woods and that I would have to drag him down from behind. I promised myself that if he did I would
sodomize him in front of his wife.
Again. But finally, he turned
away from us. He pulled his underpants
off his booted feet and held them in his hand nervously as he bent slightly
over; his hairy cheeks presented for whipping.
I pulled Cindy over and handed her the switch. She didn't say anything but she had an odd
look in her eye. Possibly remembering
two different occasions when her husband had whipped her at my behest. She swished the branch through the air
experimentally; cutting the air with a whishing sound. It stung just to hear it. I reached forward and stroked Ed's nervous
flanks. He jumped when I touched
him.
"What do you say, Edwin? Truth be told, you were going to get a switching
today anyway. So how about fifty and
we'll see where we stand?" Edwin
stared off into the forest; he nodded once and I could see him swallow in fear. "Okay, Ed. Your wife is going to lay into you. Going to pay you back for the two times you put
the lash to her ass. It's just business,
Ed. Oh, and by the way? I'm betting you will have a raging hard-on by
the time she's through. And you will be
rewarded if you do. Okay, Cindy. We're doing fifty good ones. Make 'em count. Make 'em hurt. Go."
And I watched as Edwin Van Horn's pretty little wife
measured the distance between herself and his white ass-cheeks. Then practically standing on her tip-toes she
brought the switch whistling in from the side onto his behind. And Edwin gasped loudly and the air escaped
him in a rush. And she whipped him again
from a different angle striking a different place. And Edwin almost screamed in pain.
Cindy could whip.
Impressively. And she laid into
him, each strike marring his hairy white ass with pink impact lines. Forehand, backhand, forehand. Varying the strike times for best
effect. Her breasts jumping inside the
tight top she was wearing. Putting her
whole body weight behind each strike.
The count climbed and my own ass itched just watching Edwin take those
strikes. But he had quieted down, taking
his whipping stoically. Until the last
five blows. Where Cindy seemed to
reinvent herself, starting each with the branch glancing along the ground and
then curving up and brutally striking home, lifting Edwin's heavy buttocks and
causing him to gasp aloud. Fifty strikes
and Cindy discarded the switch, breathing heavily. Edwin kind of sobbing as he gasped for air,
his hands on his knees. I walked in
front of Edwin and reached down into his pubis and felt his cock.
"Rock hard, Ed.
Rock hard." He didn't say
anything. "Before you pull your
underwear up I'll give you a souvenir to carry for me." I waded a short distance into the woods until
I found what I was looking for. A short
piece of branch, about ten inches in length and about two inches in
circumference. Smoothed over the years,
the piece of wood should do nicely. I
trotted back over to my two educators and fished around in my bag. "Cindy, come here." Cynthia Van Horn walked dutifully over to
me. I handed her the branch and the
bottle of lubricant I had brought with me.
She stared dumbly at it.
"Put my souvenir piece of wood into Edwin's ass so he can carry it
for me, please." She started at
that and looked up at my face for a moment.
Then she nodded to herself and walked over to Edwin, who was facing away
from her; still bent over; his underpants still knotted in his hand.
"Edwin, did you hear? What he wants me to do?" Cindy asked her
husband.
"Yes," Edwin said slowly.
"I'll be as gentle as I can, okay?" my teacher
promised her spouse.
"Okay," Edwin replied in a tight little voice,
his big shaggy bearded face turned away from us. He bent still lower, tripoding himself with
his hands on his knees, presenting his slightly spread asscheeks to us. Cindy opened the bottle of lubricant and
squeezed a dollop out onto her hand. She
lubricated the stick, paying particular attention to the blunt tip of the
smooth wood. Then she handed the
lubricant to me and advanced on Edwin.
She used her left hand to pull his left asscheek away and expose his
large brown anus to the light of day.
Placing the tip of the branch at his butthole, she slowly began to push
wood into her husband. His low groan
indicated the pressure he was feeling. I
watched as she pushed and I believe the process was highly erotic for her. Shoving a piece of wood up her husband's ass
at the direction of a fifteen year old boy.
She worked that wood at the portal of Edwin's intestines for about a
minute until with a sudden gasp from Edwin, his ass opened and a few inches of
nature slipped into his intestine. Cindy
slowly advanced the invader into her husband's bowel until it was buried with
only four inches showing.
"Edwin, how are you holding up?" I asked
him.
"I'm fine," he grunted. All right then," I answered, "put
your underwear back on." With Cindy
carefully holding the stick pressed up his ass, Edwin slowly put one foot then
the other into his underwear and pulled them up. The stick stuck out six inches from his ass
and made it look like he had a sharply truncated tail in his underwear. The underwear helped hold the stick up his
ass.
I walked to the edge of the trail again and began a
search. "Speaking of
souvenirs," I said, "I wanted a souvenir rock to take home. Nothing fancy, just something to remember
this place by." I located a
nondescript smooth, jumbo egg-sized rock from the side of the trail I brushed a few grains of sand off it. "But I've got so much stuff in my
knapsack I could never carry this too.
What to do?" Cindy and Edwin
stood patiently and didn't volunteer an answer.
"Cindy, be a dear and strip your shorts off for me
while I lubricate this rock will you?"
Cindy's mouth dropped open and Edwin sputtered,
"Damien, you can't... she's too small... you'll hurt her! Don't do that."
"Nonsense, Edwin.
Our little Cindy had a beer bottle up her. This won't be much larger than that. Besides, I fully intend to loosen her up
first. Now do what I say, Cindy or your
pussy won't be where this rock will be going.
I hope you know what I mean."
Cindy looked petrified as she stripped the spandex shorts
off her slim hips. When she stood
bottomless in front of me, I tossed the knapsack to the ground and motioned her
to sit on it. She sat down daintily, her
legs pressed together as she face me.
After I frowned at her, she hastily opened wide; her perfect pussy
gaping slightly at me. I dropped the
rock to the ground in front of her pussy and theatrically started to squirt
lubricant onto my right hand. Edwin
hovered over us like a worried mother, afraid that I'd tear his wife's pussy
apart. Cindy's face was worried as I
pressed the first couple of fingers of my slimy hand at the lips of her
pussy. I gave her clitoris a brush with
my thumb and watched her jump in reaction.
The first three fingers sloshed into her and played around inside. I felt her interior walls and pushed against
them. I felt the stubby rubbery tube of
her cervix planted on the ceiling of this tight pink box. I sent my little finger to join it's brothers
in Cindy and began to ease the middle of my hand into my teacher's snatch. Cindy moaned as I slowly twisted my four
fingers inside her; the broad part of my hand rubbing against the bones in her
pubis now. Squirting more lubricant onto
my right hand, I backed out and tucked my thumb under.
"Please, Damien," Edwin said over my shoulder,
helplessly.
"Watch," I ordered him quietly as I slowly
advanced into Cynthia Van Horn's vagina.
First the four fingers. Then the
thumb tucked awkwardly under the hand.
The meat of my hand caught hard against the bones on the sides of
Cindy's pussy. Mounting pressure from my
hand as I pushed harder and harder into her.
My teacher moaned in humiliation and dismay. And finally my hand separated those bones and
surged forward into her birth canal up to the wrist. Cindy give a loud bovine-like gasp. I felt like a gynecologist. Except with a boner. My hand trapped in her warm confines; nowhere
to go from here. She felt every movement
of my hand or my fingers.
"Oh ye of little faith," I remarked to
Edwin. Then I gently fistfucked his
pretty little wife in front of him, both of us solemnly watching my wrist as it
ground softly against her pussy lips.
Both of us silently watching the strain on her face gradually melt
away. She kept trying to keep her eyes
open to face us but locked them shut quickly every time she noticed that one of
us was watching her face for her reactions to this outrage on her sacred
womb. Soon enough, I knew it was time to
do her again.
"Coming out, Teacher," I announced as I slowly
pulled my hand. Her pussy fought the
same wide part of my hand for a few seconds before her quim released my slimy
victor. Edwin and I stared mutely at my
hand which had been up his wife. I
fought the urge to drop my pants right there and fuck her redly gaping
pussy. I brought the rock up in my right
hand. It glistened with lubricant. It was actually smaller in width than my fist
had been. When it was up her I would
still be able to get a finger or two around it to pull it out. So at least it wouldn't get trapped in her. I reached forward and held my teacher's pussy
lips open with my left hand and placed the rock against her genitalia. Her pussy lips collapsed against the invader
and I had to carefully clear the path for the rock to advance. Soon it lay against her inner lips and I
began to push steadily, my pretty little teacher's groans starting anew until
with a surge, the rock slid hard into my teacher filling up her pussy with
stone. Her pussy lips remained slightly
open--I could see how well the rock occupied her. When it was seated inside her I stopped
pushing and her eyes flew open in confusion.
She was obviously expecting a much tougher time carrying my stone for
me. Time to perform a nasty act on
her. I rose to my feet and pointed at
Edwin.
"You go back up against that tree. Our lovely little lady will blow you and you
can come in her mouth." Edwin backed
slowly up against a oak tree. I watched
the expression on his face change as he forced the stick a bit further up his
ass. I imagine it was rubbing against
his prostate gland. When he was
positioned, he pulled his cock and balls out of the top of his underwear. His cock stood out stiffly, awaiting the wet
attentions of his wife. I helped Cindy
to her feet. She rose gingerly as if her
full vagina would hinder her walking, but I thought it was more dramatics than
anything else. She walked slowly over to
her husband and prepared to carefully lower herself to her knees in front of
his cock. I stopped her. "No, Cin. Just bend over from the waist and suck
him. I'll be needing your hindquarters
for a few minutes, dear." And my
pretty little teacher knew that I intended to sodomize her. Again.
A relatively unwelcome and humbling
experience for Cindy. One of my
trips up her back passage had ended with her running for the toilet with my
jism leaking from her loosened butt. Nevertheless she dutifully bent at the
waist and took Edwin's stubby penis into her mouth and waited expectantly; her
legs spread slightly to balance herself for my assault. I tore my shorts off and anointed myself with
lubricant. With a stroke of genius I
reached down into the knapsack and grabbed her vibrator which I handed over her
back to Edwin. Then I edged forward and
grabbed my teacher's white asscheeks. I
stroked them for a few seconds, listening as she sucked on her husband's
prick. Then I split her cheeks lightly
and crouched down a few inches to line my groin up with her ass. I had to use one hand to bend my adolescent
penis down to meet her chocolate star. I
centered myself on her and pushed against her while I pulled her slim hips
slightly back. The pressure on my prick
was immense against her asshole. And we
knew why. It was because the stone in
her pussy was making her backhole tighter.
Her bending over had done the trick.
I fought for entrance against her grimly resisting asshole. I made headway and finally with a cockfilled
grunt from Cindy, I slipped into her intestines. The underside of my cock rubbed pleasurably
against the stone in my Teacher's pussy, separated by only a thin membrane. It was exquisite up there and I reveled in my
surroundings for at least thirty seconds before I moved. I held out my hand and Edwin gave me the
vibrator. I switched it on, it's loud
humming drew Cindy's attention as she worked on Edwin's penis. I laid it against her left arm and she
reached over and grabbed it. With her
plying it against her clitoris. I surged
forward again, burying myself anew in her stink chamber, her buttcheeks like
two smooth pillows against my thighs. I
began to fuck her ass in earnest, not caring what stage Cindy or Edwin were
at. I drove myself up her ass
repeatedly. Her ass was far tighter than
it had ever been because of the large stone of mine she carried in her
pussy. Looking down, I spread her cheeks
slightly with my steadying hands and watched my cock disappearing inside one
very tight angry red asshole. I couldn't
see how she could stand it. But stand it
she did. I occasionally felt the
vibrator rub against my testicles as my Cindy tried to get her own orgasm.
I raced against my teacher and her husband. He won.
I heard Cindy cough and sputter.
Looking over her back I saw Edwin, his belly striking the top of my
teacher's head as he jettisoned his load in her mouth. Cindy was having a tough time accepting her
husband's spend in her mouth. I saw one
large runner dip from her mouth to the ground as she gagged. It didn't matter to me. What was interesting was the tiny gasps mixed
in with her coughing and the way her anus clenched around me. My teacher was coming. A rock up her cunt and a fifteen year old
lodged up her ass. And she was coming
hard, the vibrator pressed tightly against the top of her cleft. She really got off on the weirdness and the
humiliating aspects of this relationship.
More the better. I redoubled my
efforts up her ass and finally, slamming her ass back to meet me, I buried
myself far up her colon and shot my wads of semen, I held myself up there for
at least a minute while little spasms ran up and down my dick. Finally I backed away, pulling my red, spent
cock out of my beloved's ass. Her
asshole gaped open in a forlorn oval of defeat.
I let her cheeks go and my Cindy stood up. Edwin and I surveyed her clinically. She had taken five of our best loads
today. Two in her mouth; one each in her
ass and pussy. And Ed's load which he
had shot into her hair. It had dried
there, clumping her bangs together and making her beautiful short hair more
interesting. Cindy walked shakily over
to her black shorts and carefully picked them up and put them on. We watched her silently until she was
dressed.
"Okay, that's done.
We'll walk back to the parking lot together. All three of us. Ed, if someone comes, you will have to
hightail it behind a tree. Cindy, if you
want, you can let your titties swing free while we walk. I got to tell you guys that you are passing
your Final Exam. Both of you have been
tested and you have passed. I'm very
proud of you both. One final test
remains for Cindy if I can get it going.
Ed, you can rest awhile. Keep the
stick in your ass until we get back to the parking lot though. Cindy, you keep the stone. Let's go."
We headed back down the path to our parking lot. I walked about 100 feet in advance of my
educator couple so I would be able to signal Ed if people were coming in case
he had to hide in the woods. Edwin and
Cynthia Van Horn held hands as they walked behind me. They made a curious sight, he in his
underwear with a stick up his butt put there by his wife and she, finely-formed
specimen of all that is physically desirable in a woman, holding hands with
this short pudgy, bearded man. And
several times I had to signal him to hide while people power-walked or strolled
by. One couple overcame their reluctance
to talk with my sluttily-dressed teacher to ask whether she and I knew that a
naked man had been sighted in the woods and that a Park Patrol vehicle was
looking for him. We expressed surprise
and dismay that a human being could get his kicks by acting in such a
fashion. Then we walked on.
Soon enough we came to our parking lot. Edwin stood nervously at the side of the
trail. I decided to have some mercy on
him and Cindy and I went to fetch his clothes.
And I'll be damned if a Park Patrol vehicle didn't pull up alongside us
as we walked. The Ranger rolled down his
window. He asked us if we had seen a guy
wearing underwear running in the woods.
The Rangers eyes drank in Cindy's spandexed form hungrily while he
addressed us. I told him that we had
seen a guy in his underwear run out of the woods a few minutes ago. I told him the guy had gotten into an old
burgundy Buick station wagon. The Ranger
looked surprised and relieved to receive my information. He figured that his job was done. He made idle chatter with Cindy for a few
minutes and then we watched him radio in our information. He thanked us and after a long glance up and
down Cindy's tight figure, he drove away.
We waited a few minutes and then grabbed Edwin's clothes out of the
Expedition and brought them to where he was hiding. I had Edwin pull the stick out of his
ass. He tugged slowly, groaning as the
stick reappeared from it's place in his intestine. It finally left him and he tossed it into the
woods. Edwin was so frantic about
putting his clothes on that he fell trying to get into his pants. And we all laughed self-consciously. He looked more at ease dressed and he seemed
happier somehow.
"What last thing did you have in mind for Cindy,
Damien?", he asked me as we got into the sport utility. It was past
"Head down to that other parking lot where this
trail loops around. There's a car I want
to take a look at." Edwin
maneuvered out of the parking lot and we headed south a few miles and pulled
into the other parking lot for the Lakeview Trail.
Parked away from the other few vehicles in the parking
lot was an old battered red Ford Escort with out of state plates. I had noticed a teenaged couple lingering at
the vehicle earlier and I suspected that they were runaways, running away to
get married or something. True love and
all that. I popped out of the Expedition
and approached the vehicle while Edwin and Cindy watched nervously. No one was around the car. Inside the vehicle I could see pillows and
blankets. Definitely on the run and
destitute. I strolled up to the bathroom
building. As I approached a tall gawky
teen exited the men's bathroom. He had a
towel around his neck and an overnight bag in his hand. Bingo.
"Hey man, that your Escort over there?" I asked
casually. His eyes narrowed suspiciously
and I could tell he was considering lying to me.
"Yeah," he said brusquely, stopping in front of
me, his stance and lowered head indicative of a fight or flight posture. And then the women's room door opened and a
mousy little blonde teen walked out; her bag hanging from her shoulder. When she saw her boyfriend standing with me
her eyes went wide in alarm.
"Bobby, what's going on? Who is this?," she said nervously.
"You guys are runaways, right?" I addressed my
question to her. Bobby answered.
"What do you care?
Who are you? And anyway, we're
sixteen--we can do whatever the fuck we want, dude." He was almost snarling at me he was so
charged up. His little girlfriend stood
behind him hiding. Watching her man take
charge. Peering at me from behind
him.
I held up my hands.
"It's cool, dude.
Whatever. I was just asking. You guys are in love, good for you. I just saw you guys are living out of your
car. I told my Aunt and Uncle--they're
back in the car--and we'd maybe like to help you out or something." I jerked my thumb towards the white Ford
Expedition parked in the far corner of the parking lot. Their heads swiveled to take it all in.
Blonde walked out of her boyfriend's shadow and came to
his side and held his hand tightly. She
looked up at him hopefully. He relaxed a
little bit although he was still suspicious.
As well he should be. "What
kind of help? You gonna give us
money? We need money," he admitted
fiercely.
"We could give you money," I allowed.
"What you want in return, man? You want something. Ain't nothing for free. You gonna want something, I just know
it."
His little girlfriend said imploringly, "Bobby, be
nice. Hear the guy out."
I jumped in for Bobby's defense. "No, he's right. My Uncle does want something. Him and my Aunt are...different I guess you'd
say." I stared hard at the little
blonde teenager. "He wants my Aunt
to get busy with you. While we
watch." I saw the surprise in her
eyes as she heard me out. Bobby's eyes
went wide too. He stared at our vehicle,
parked far away for a few seconds and then back at me. He seemed at a loss for words. Finally:
"You want...they sent you out here to ask my
girlfriend, who I love, to do lezzy things with your Aunt while you and your
sick Uncle watch?" He seemed to
confused to be angry yet.
So I gently said, "Yeah, that's basically it. Her and my Aunt. Me and my Uncle watch. And you of course, you watch. Or join in.
My Aunt could suck you for awhile.
You guys get money. Half now,
half when my Aunt's done. I'll back off
and let you guys talk it over." I
turned and walked a few feet away. I
heard them whispering fiercely together.
Not arguing, each one feeling the need for money and
weighing the value of this girl's slim body.
And slim she was, about five foot one and 100 pounds with small breasts
and tiny hips. Waifish, I guess you'd
say. Cornsilk shoulder-length blonde
hair. Pierced nostril with a gold
stud. A shy and cute little sixteen year
old. If I wasn't all fucked out, I'd
have made a deal to get into her pussy myself.
Within a minute, Bobby called out to me.
"You guys don't touch her right?"
"Right." I assured him.
"What's it worth to you?" he challenged.
I answered him carelessly. "You name a price." He went back into his huddle with his small
girlfriend before he called back. I saw
her eyeing me nervously as he revealed her value.
"A hundred dollars.
Fifty now, fifty when it's done.
And you don't get your fifty back if something goes wrong."
"No," I said.
"Two hundred. Your
terms." They went back into a
huddle for a minute whispering excitedly.
I smiled inside. I just love to
help people.
Bobby called out, "What's Gina got to do?"
I pointed up to the bathrooms. "We bring your pillows and blankets in
there. Gina takes her clothes off and
lays down. My Aunt goes down on her. And we make her suck your cock and get you
ready to fuck Gina. How's that
sound?" I could see the interest on
Bobby's part and the worried hopefulness in Gina's eyes.
"What do you mean, 'make her suck my cock'? What's going on, dude?" Bobby asked me
almost afraid that this deal had been too good to be true.
"It's simple," I stated matter of factly. "My Aunt and Uncle got money. He gets off on watching her do nasty
things. And she gets off on having to do
nasty things. They'll pay you guys to let
her go down on Gina and suck you. I'll
order her to do it and she'll do it.
She'll act like she don't want to, but deep down she's eating it
up."
"She a pig, man?" Bobby asked quietly. I got tired of us talking across the space
between us so I rejoined them.
"Bobby, you'll hope Gina here is as pretty when she
turns twenty eight."
Bobby and little Gina looked deep into each other's eyes
quietly while I waited. Finally, she
gave a little nod to him. Bobby set his
shoulders and turned to me. "We
said what? Two hundred and fifty dollars?"
I laughed and said, "Yeah. I believe
"How do we start?" he croaked holding his
girlfriend's hand. He seemed gawky. About six four and l50 pounds with unruly
straight brown hair and an uncertain complexion. His hormones must have been screaming. He wore blue jeans and a Nine Inch Nails
concert shirt. Earring in his left
ear. Let's See... Left is right and
right is wrong... Okay, Rock On.
"You two bring some blankets and pillows into the
women's bathroom. We'll meet you in
there in a few minutes. Here's 100
bucks. I'll pay you the rest when it's
over. Maybe give you a tip if everything
goes right." I peeled a five
twenties off the small wad in my pocket, letting them see there was more where
that came from. They looked suitably
impressed but jumpy as cats. I headed
back to the parking lot with them and watched as they pulled an old blanket and
two dingy pillows from their vehicle and head back to the bathrooms. They eyed the Ford Expedition, parked at the
other end of the lot, with trepidation.
I headed back to my charges. I
hopped in the back seat and my two educators looked back at me nervously.
"Ed.
Cindy. You'll never guess so I'll
tell you. I gave those two nice kids
some money to let Cindy do them."
Cindy's eyes widened in shock and she started shaking her head
vigorously. "No, no, Cindy. Don't shake your head. You'll do it.
Me and Ed get to watch. You get
introduced to some nice little pussy and give a little head to that kid. Then we're done." Edwin stared dubiously at me and then at his
wife to gauge her reaction. She stopped
shaking her head but her face was red and her eyes were tearing up.
"Damien.
No. I've never...done anything
like that. That girl...she's just a
teenager...they're both kids...please," she finished miserably.
"I didn't figure you would want to do it, so I'm
adding this condition. You won't speak
while we're with them. And you will do
what you're told. I told them my rich
Aunt and Uncle are a little weird and that Edwin here wanted you to eat
pussy. And I told them you like being
forced to do nasty things. So if you
play your part right we can be out of here in fifteen minutes. If you want to cry and complain then I know
two little runaway teenagers who are going to see quite a scene inside that
bathroom. Ever hear of a brown shower,
Cindy?" She shook her head
quickly. "That's when someone shits
on you. That would come after we whipped
you. And made you eat that pussy
anyway. So get with the program and
you'll do fine. Fuck up and you'll have
a brown eye squirting shit on you. Any
questions?" I stared her in the
face and she looked away and nodded.
Edwin just looked worried.
"These kids--they could take down our license plate
and turn us in, Damien. We could get
arrested," Edwin pointed out.
"First off, that's why we parked this far away. Secondly, these kids won't be going to the
police for anything. They're
runaways. They get some money in their
hands and they'll leave this place before we will. Count on it." The confidence in my voice did little to
relieve Edwin's worry-wart sensibilities.
But he would go along because balking me had never gone well for him in
the past.
"Let's go," I said. I felt around in my backpack and grabbed the
vibrator. I popped out of the car and
waited until my slowpoke educators reluctantly left the safety of the
vehicle. We walked at a snail's pace
through the parking lot and slowly approached the bathrooms. "Ed, tell us true, you're secretly
excited about watching Cindy go down on this girl, aren't you?" Edwin turned beet red as his pretty little
wife glanced up at him. He didn't say
anything. "You guys will be
partying between the sheets tonight I bet," I added.
"If we're not too sore," Edwin finally muttered
as we came to the Ladies room side of the building. I pushed the door open and led the way
in. The bathroom was cool and ill lit;
cinderblock walls, cement floor, two toilet stalls, Formica counter with two
basins and extra counter space to put your stuff on. Mirror overlooking the sinks. Nothing fancy here. I examined the door. It didn't lock from inside. Us three stood in the room staring at the
nervous teen couple who in turn were staring back at us.
"Bobbie.
Gina. I'd like you to meet my
Uncle Roy and Aunt Kim. They're the ones
I told you about." Bobbie and Gina
stared dully back for a few seconds until Gina said quietly,
"hi." We stood in
uncomfortable silence. Bobbie's eyes
were locked on my pretty little teacher, drinking in her fabulous looks. Her nice rack and tight stomach. Pretty face, albeit a little flustered at the
moment. And maybe with some dried cum
spiking her hair.
Bobbie finally shrugged and shuffled forward. "How do we do this?"
"Put the blanket and pillows on the counter and
Gina--you take off your pants. Leave
your panties on for now. Uncle Roy, you
need to block the door so other people will think it's locked." Just before my charges started moving we
heard someone enter the men's room on the other side of the block wall. Everyone froze, wondering just how easily
sound traveled through the building. We
heard a huge fart and some pissing before the guy washed his hands and
clattered out the door. Everyone relaxed. "Let's get this done," I
instructed. Edwin went to the door and
blocked it with his body. Little Gina
walked self-consciously over to the sinks.
Bobbie followed her. She turned
her back to us and Bobbie stood in back of her blocking our view. I heard her kick her shoes off and then
unsnap her pants and slowly slide them to the floor. I glanced back over my shoulder. Edwin's eyes were locked on this girl. Cindy stood nervously in the center of the
room, almost dancing with nervous energy.
Gina laid the blanket and pillows carefully on the counter and then held
her hand out. Bobbie grasped her hand
and helped her back onto the counter.
When she was seated she lay down on her back, her slim white legs with
pink socks on her feet. Her panty-clad
crotch exposed to us. My cock rose just
watching her. Little Gina made a hurried
motion to Bobbie. He bent down close to
her and she whispered a sweet nothing in his ear. He straightened up and stared at Cindy's feet
as he addressed her.
"Gina says...," he faltered, "she says
that she couldn't take a shower since two days ago. So...you know..." he trailed off. I jumped into the breach, looking
sympathetically at our little waif.
"That'll be okay.
We understand that you two have been on the road. It's okay.
It won't matter at all.
Okay?" They both nodded
solemnly at me and my pretty little teacher.
Cindy stood frozen, looking at nothing at all.
"Okay, Aunt Kim.
Go to Gina and bend over between her legs. Smell her through her panties, Aunt Kim. Smell her crotch," I ordered. Our precious Cindy moved on wooden legs
across the floor to Gina. Bobbie backed
away, spooked by what was going to happen to his girlfriend, his back pressed
against the wall next to Gina's head. He
reached over and held her hand. Cindy
placed her hands on Gina's knees and slowly lowered her face down closer and
closer to Gina's panties. She stopped
just when her nose touched ground zero and we heard her sniff audibly through
her nose. Picking up the scent of this
adolescent girl.
"Sniff and nuzzle her with you nose,"
Cindy's nose tracked up and down Gina's crotch and we
could hear her sniffing. It was highly
erotic and I let it go on for awhile.
Then:
"Okay, Aunt Kim.
Pull the crotch panel to the side and start licking her. Lick her pussy." I heard Edwin shuffle his weight at the door,
peering across the dimly lit room to watch his wife pull this girl's panties to
the side and start licking the sides of her pussy. Gina's pussy hair looked to be kind of bushy. I could see the pussy lips through her pubes
though. Cindy was avoiding those lips;
concentrating her licking to the sides.
"Okay, stand up and peel her panties off."
Cindy stood up and placed her hands on the sides of the
teenager's hips. She tugged
lightly. Gina raised her glorious little
bottom up and her panties slid down her slim hips. Cindy pulled them down her legs and put them
on the counter. She hesitated.
"Go on. You
know what to do next. You know what you
want to do," I prodded gently.
Cynthia Van Horn, 28 year old married Humanities teacher slowly bent
over, her fabulous ass undulating under the black spandex shorts, and with a
certain amount of nervous trepidation, glued her mouth to the center of the
teenager's hairy pussy and started licking her cunt. We watched her face rise a inch off Gina's
muff and her tongue was sticking slightly out of her mouth. It has been moving in Gina's quim. Cindy's tongue gently caressed upward towards
Gina's clitoris and the girl squirmed in response. She gripped Bobbie's hand tighter. Bobbie was leaning over watching my teacher's
mouth service his girlfriend. I wondered
if he was getting excited; my own cock was surging in my pants at this latest
degradation I had forced my teacher into.
I glanced at Edwin. His face bore
a look of intense excitement watching his wife eat her first pussy.
Soon, we could tell that Gina was responding in a big way
to Cindy. Her slim hips were rising
rhymically to Cindy's mouth. To Cindy's
credit, she placed her hands on either inside thigh and peeled that girls cunt
open and applied herself to her task.
Her nose glistened with saliva and pussy juice. I wanted to stop her and lick her face, but I
didn't. Cindy always gave wet blowjobs
and this pussy eating thing was no different.
She had that girl's pink innards glistening with spit.
"Okay, Bobbie, take your pants off," I
demanded, impatiently. Bobbie slowly
backed away from the spectacle and kicked off his shoes. He dropped his pants, revealing his white
BVDs. Self-consciously, he turned away
from us and peeled them off. My pretty
little teacher had paused in between Gina's legs to watch him. When Bobbie turned back towards us, his right
hand rested lightly on a long thin penis.
Too thin, actually and maybe it only looked long because of his scrawny,
lank body. His cock jutted straight up
as only us teenager's cocks can. I told
him to put a pillow on the floor. He
reached behind his little girlfriend's head and grabbed a pillow and dropped it
to the floor. "Go kneel on the
pillow, Aunt Kim. Give him some
skull. Maybe reach around and put a
finger up his butt."
"Aunt Kim" slid down to the floor onto the
pillow we had allowed for the comfort of her knees. She sat back on her haunches for a moment and
we all saw her glistening face, fresh from Gina's split. Bobbie looked down at her awestruck. Gina looked down nervously as this strange
woman prepared to take her boyfriend's angular meat into her mouth. I felt a presence behind me and noted that
Edwin had abandoned his post and stood at my side and slightly behind me. We waited.
Cindy rose up onto her knees and grasped Bobbie's
hips. Her mouth was at a perfect level
with his cock. He moved slightly forward
and Cindy's lovely mouth came down and captured him. With his penis in her mouth, Edwin Van Horn's
wife adjusted her distance to this slim teenager while her husband
watched. When all was ready, she moved
her face back and forth. Bobbie's penis
rode wetly and smoothly into her mouth.
He moaned immediately.
"It good?" I asked him.
"Yeah, man.
Ah, fuck, it's good," he answered, his eyes closed and his head
thrown back.
"I know. I've
been there. My Aunt Kim's really
something else with her mouth."
Cindy's face and ears turn red with embarrassment as she worked this
youth. "I can tell she really got
excited eating your girlfriend. Tell me,
Gina, did she do a good job down there?
Did she get you wet?"
Waifish Gina blushed and nodded slightly. She had scissored her legs closed as soon as
Cindy had left them--the better to defeat our prying eyes. Her eyes were glued on this adult woman
ministering to her boyfriend's slim penis.
Maybe not altogether happy about the situation. But what female would be happy seeing this
gorgeous little blonde teacher competing against them?
Cindy sucked Bobbie loudly, slurping and slobbing on the
kid until I thought the boy would lose his load in her mouth.
"Hey Gina, if you don't mind me asking--I don't mean
anything by it--have you and Bobbie ever did it the back way? Up the butt?" Gina looked startled and embarrassed by the
suggestion.
"that's nasty," she whispered fiercely.
"My Aunt loves it up the butt. As a matter of fact she's got a liquid
present up there right now. I won't tell
you which of us did that for her."
Gina stared at this little teacher below her sucking cock. A look of slight disgust on her face. My teacher continued to suck.
"How about this?
Did you ever put a finger up Bobbie's butt? To help him along?"
"Gross.
That's gross," our little runaway pronounced emphatically. "Stop talking about stuff like
that."
"Okay, but watch this. Aunt Kim, moisten a finger and put it up
Bobbie's ass." Cindy paused and
looked at me, a look of forlorn humiliation.
She couldn't even look at the teenage girl laying on the
counter-top. She was that
humiliated. She stuck her right index
finger in her mouth and wetted it. Then
it disappeared around Bobbie's right hip and when we saw him lurch forward we
knew she had plunged it up his butt.
"Suck," I ordered her pre-emptorily and her mouth took him in
again. I waited about ten seconds. "Now watch this, Gina. Aunt Kim, take the finger out and get it more
wet." Gina leaned slightly forward
and watched as Cindy retrieved her finger and slowly brought it towards her
mouth. "Look at Gina as you do
it. Let her see you." Edwin inched forward also. Bobbie looked down at this pretty little
woman kneeling in front of him. And
Cindy, red-faced, turned her beautiful features towards Gina and opened her
mouth. The stank finger went in and came
out glistening fresh with new spit lubricant.
The finger disappeared around Bobbie again until we saw that it had
returned to his sphincter. Gina was
visibly disgusted and lay back on her countertop to wait.
"Suck him," I commanded. Cindy's eyes glittered with tears of
humiliation as Bobbie's penis went back into her mouth. "Gag her a bit, Bobbie. She likes that. Grab the back of her head and fuck her
face," I suggested. Bobbie grabbed
the back of her head gingerly and pushed himself into her mouth until she
squirmed and gagged on him. She tried to
pull back the tiniest bit as he fucked her face. It was hot to watch. I gave it a minute. I could tell it made him uneasy.
"Okay, Bobbie.
You get between Gina's legs and put it to her. Aunt Kim will rest her head on Gina's
abdomen. Every now and then just pull
out and Aunt Kim will suck you for a few seconds."
Cindy leaned back exhausted on her haunches, panting from
her exertions. Bobbie edged past her and
stood with his legs against the counter.
His wet penis throbbed rhymically with the beating heart. He grabbed his girlfriend's legs and swung
them off the counter. Her head rested
tightly against the back of the counter and the large mirror. Her legs were splayed before him and we got a
good view of cunt, dark pink and wet as she waited for him to enter. Cindy drew herself up shakily and watched as
Bobbie pressed his penis down and laid it at the lips of Gina's cunt. He poked into her and she groaned. Cindy looked forlornly at me and I motioned
her over to them. She stepped forward
and while bent over, laid her head on Gina's stomach. It was a tightly crowded corner with the
three of them, and Edwin and I had to jockey around to find a good viewing
position. Bobbie started putting the
bone to the waif and she moaned at his thrusts.
"Pull it out," I suggested.
Bobbie pulled his thin penis out of the girl and laid it in front of
Cindy. I didn't have to tell her
anything; she was that far resigned in her fate. She opened her mouth and Bobbie planted his
cock, wet with his girlfriends secretions, into my pretty little teacher's
mouth. She sucked him without relish,
spit-shining his member for further explorations. "Go to it, Bobbie. Between the two until you come in your
girlfriend," I urged him. And he
went to it. In his girlfriend for a few
seconds and then in my teacher's mouth.
Back and forth. While Edwin and I
watched. While little Gina squirmed and
actually started pulling lightly on her small nipples. Until she started thrashing around; Cindy's
head riding her stomach as she came.
With Bobbie a close second; redoubling his efforts in her snatch, poking
her unmercifully with his rod. Buried in
her, he announced that he was coming.
His ass cheeks tightened as he emptied himself inside his runaway
girlfriend. My Cindy watched from her
stomach-eye view, afraid to move. After
a minute, the heap of flesh came to a standstill. It was almost over. God, I had to come.
"Okay Bobbie, pull out and present yourself to Aunt
Kim. She will return you equipment to
it's original condition." Edwin
watched as the boy pulled his soft, dangling penis out of Gina's hairy little
pussy. It was beslimed with ropes of his
pearly semen. He edged closer to Cindy's
face. Edwin and I crowded even closer as
Cindy reluctantly opened her mouth and took him in. It was different from just coming in her
mouth because she could see what she was imbibing. And she choked a little just at the visual
impact before she cleaned him. Bobbie
danced on his toes as he suck him. He
was obviously post-orgasmic sensitive.
"That's good enough," I commented and he gratefully withdrew a
shiny clean organ from her mouth. He
backed away from the two females.
"Now it's Gina's turn. Believe it or not, Gina, Aunt Kim's never
sucked a used pussy before. You can bet
it'll be a thrill for her. Turn more
this way," I said motioning to her, " and Aunt Kim will do this last
thing. You guys have been great. I'll have to tip you."
Gina turned a bit and Cindy stood up and then walked back
between her spread legs, eyeing the teen's hairy gash fearfully. We could see a runner of sperm slowly leaking
from the girl. Gina reached out and
grasped Bobbie's hand and he dutifully stood over her, both of them naked as
they waited for "Aunt Kim" to perform this one last nasty act.
"Go to it, Aunt Kim." I pulled the vibrator out of the
knapsack. "Here's your
vibrator. You can do yourself through
you shorts while you work. As a matter
of fact, Bobbie, if you'll slide you hand down the back of Aunt Kim's shorts
and slide a finger up her butt you'll be able to tell us when she comes. Because she'll come like a racehorse while
she's doing things like this. Go ahead,
both of you, get started."
Cindy took the vibrator from my hand, searching my face
earnestly as she did so for any sign of leniency. With my cock rock hard in my pants, I showed
her none. She sighed and walked back
between Gina's legs which dangled over the countertop. Cindy bent her face over Gina's crotch and
switched the vibrator on. Using her left
hand, she plied the vibrator on her clit right through her spandex shorts. She widened her stance and slowly breathed of
Gina's smells. Then her tongue poked
gently out and my pretty little teacher started to cautiously lick Gina's slit,
transferring the spunk leaking out of there to her own stomach. It was a gloriously erotic sight. Cindy used her free hand to pull Gina's pussy
lips apart and we could all see the spend lying just inside. Cindy went to work, her tongue wet as it
returned from depositing it's load in her mouth. I nodded to Bobbie and he slid away from Gina's
side. His right hand slid over the
little wife's back and headed down inside her tight shorts. Cindy gasped when his index finger entered
her back door. Bobbie indicated his
successful penetration to me with a nod.
Beautiful.
Cindy plied the vibrator actively over her clothed pubis,
gradually panting and licking in Gina's crotch as her excitement
increased. I fought an urge to drag her
pants down and fuck her right there. We
watched her growing signs of excitement, cleaning this little girl's unfresh
snatch while men watched was obviously agreeing with her humiliation
fetish.
"I think some goo rolled out of her before you
started. I think I see something on her
butthole, Aunt Kim," I stated innocently.
Cindy's hand pushed Gina's left thigh up and her tongue snaked
down. She was licking Gina's two-day
unwashed ass. And liking it to judge
from the panting. She tongue-washed the
girl's sphincter, stabbing her tongue up the tight passage until Gina squealed
for her not to do that--that it was "disgusting". The little waif sure had some hang-ups for a
sixteen year old runaway with a pierced nostril. But that's all it took was her condemnation
of my teacher's nasty act for Cindy to cum.
She moaned and grunted and as her tongue feebly licked back up across
Gina's pussy lips, Bobbie's face took on a startled look. He stared at his hand where it disappeared
into Cindy's shorts and signaled to us that her anus was clenching his finger
in orgasm. We watched her for at least a
minute as she panted and groaned with her face laying on that pussy and her
left hand holding the vibrator steadily on her own clit. Finally her hand dropped away. Bobbie hurriedly withdrew his finger from her
butthole and his hand from her pants. I
watched him slyly examine his finger in wonder.
Cindy stood up on wobbly legs turned the vibrator off. Then she shyly surveyed us. I nodded in recognition of her job well
done. Her mouth was wet from her work
down there. What a woman. Edwin looked like he wanted to rush forward
and hold her. I addressed my
runaways.
"That went well.
Get your stuff together and I'll walk you out to your car." They quickly dressed to hide their shameful
nakedness from our view. Bobbie grabbed
the pillows and blanket. I walked them
down the path to their car.
"You guys did good.
I still owe you a hundred and fifty dollars. Here's that and another hundred and fifty as
a tip. That makes four hundred
dollars. Not too bad for fifteen minutes
of play is it? Anyway if you guys want
to be runaways it'll keep you free a while longer. Now off with you." I gave them the money and they took it. Bobbie shyly mumbled thanks but I could tell
they were still embarrassed about what they had done. They jumped into that old piece of shit car
and headed out without looking back.
I walked back up the path to the bathrooms and found
Edwin and Cindy hugging and soul-kissing.
I got to hand it to Edwin. I'd
have made her brush her teeth before I kissed her. They broke off when they heard me come
in.
"You got to come, Ed?" He nodded self-consciously.
"Me too. Let's whip out our meat and beat off. Beat off into Cindy's hands. Winner drives us home. What do you say?" Edwin didn't answer, he was already pulling a
stiff little cock out of his zipper and stroking it. I hurriedly strode forward and whipped my
meat out. Cindy held her hands out to us
like the Madonna and the race was on. Me
whacking my weasel and Edwin Van Horn slapping his dolphin. To see who could shoot semen into his wife's
hand first. The sound of manual
masturbation filled the room.
"Hike up your top, Mrs. Van Horn," I
ordered. She glanced with irritation at
my use of her formal name and then pulled the spandex sports top over the top
of her marvelous tits. With the pancake
nipples. We ogled them freely while we
whacked off.
Edwin won the sprint, grunting and depositing a load into
Cindy's outstretched palm. I came in a
close second, gushing heavily into her other hand. He got me in speed but I beat him in
quantity. Cindy stood there with a
enigmatic smile on her face.
Rub it onto your jugs, Cindy, please," I said. She brought her hands up and massaged our
loads onto her breasts, hefting and massaging them for our visual benefit. Until those hangers glistened with our
spunk. We were transfixed with our softening
cocks hanging out of our pants. Finally
she was done and she pulled her top back down and washed her hands at the
sink. She turned to face us.
"Let's go home.
The show's over," I said tiredly.
We walked silently out of the woman's bathroom and got back in the Ford
and headed peacefully out of the parking lot of the South Trail of the Groper
State Park. Ten minutes later we exited
the park itself and were heading home. I
sat in the backseat like a good boy. I
was all fucked out.
We traveled in silence for awhile. I guess each of us was lost in our own
thoughts and it was a comfortable silence.
Cindy finally turned in her seat to address me.
"Well, Damien?
How were we? Did we pass your
Test?" She seemed quietly confident
of my answer. It was time for the famous
final scene.
"You two more than passed. You got extra credit and
everything." She smiled at me and
then at her husband. I could see his
eyes in the rearview mirror assessing me.
"What do we win?
Are we free of you at last?" my pretty little teacher queried. It kind of hurt when she put the question to
me like that. I thought we were all
growing kind of fond of one another. I
purposely raised my eyes from hers and stared idly at the spikes in her hair
made stiff by semen, until she blushed.
"You passed the test," I repeated. "Drop me off near my house. When you get home you'll find out what I've
left for you." Edwin's eyes
flickered nervously.
"You...you haven't left any nasty surprises for us
at home, have you? Drug raid, cops or
something?" Edwin's voice betrayed
his worries.
"No, Ed.
Nothing bad. I originally took
your dope and like forty-three thousand dollars. Almost everything you had, I guess. I've given you a couple of thousand back for
your expenses. I sold your dope and
ripped off some out of town gansta's on some cocaine. Long story short, when you get home you will
find about ninety thousand dollars in cash laying on the kitchen table. Also a present for each of you. It's my way of saying you guys Passed the
Test."
They were dumbstruck, glancing seriously at each other
for at least five minutes. Some kind of
unspoken communication going on. I was
too fucked out to care much. I
continued.
"Anyway, I'm gone.
You guys got some nice parting gifts.
I'll go on to something else. I
won't bother you anymore."
More silence and sidelong glances. Finally, Edwin Van Horn turned round on
me. "That's an awful lot of money,
Damien. I mean, Jesus," he
added.
"I don't need it," I said simply. "The State pays my way. Making it was fun and challenging. I still got some Boyz out there who would
kill me if they could find me. But they
can't find me. You guys need the money
to get your shit together. Pay some
bills and stuff. Money was what was
killing you guys before, right?"
They both nodded solemnly.
"So I don't need the money.
You do. You get the money. It's that simple."
"What are you going to do?" Cynthia asked me,
"with your life I mean?"
I thought seriously about not telling them. Because it wasn't there business. But I reflected that I had intruded a great
deal on their lives and what the hell, I wasn't in charge of them anymore. We could be on par.
"I'm going to learn computers and finance. Together.
Eventually I will find a way of using international finance and
computers to make money appear that wasn't there before. Something big, that half the people scream
that I'm doing something illegal and half push for new laws to stop me from doing
it in the future because it was legal when I did it. And the third half will be too confused to
understand what I've done."
"There is no third half, Damien," Edwin
reminded me.
"It'll seem like there is when I'm done," I
said simply. My educators were
silent. But they didn't doubt me.
Cindy asked, "Damien, tell us what you bought
us. We won't have a chance to thank you
for your presents after we drop you off.
So just tell us, okay?"
"Do you really want to ruin the surprise? Do you really want to know?" I teased.
"I do. I
really do. I'm one of those people who
can't wait 'til Christmas to open my presents.
I've got to know, sweetie".
"Okay. Edwin,
I got you a Rolex watch. Not the top of
the line or anything because people might ask questions. It's a Rolex though. Cindy, I bought you a cocktail ring. Two carats worth of stones, all good quality. You can say your Aunt left it to you if you
need to explain it."
They absorbed that information for awhile as we neared home. Finally,
Edwin said thanks and Cindy echoed him.
Then I saw the inspiration in her eyes and she turned round on me again.
"Thanks, Damien.
I've got something for you that I've been holding on to for a little
while." I watched the top of her arm
as it angled down onto her abdomen. I
realized that she had plunged her right hand down her tight shorts. She was playing around down there, her eyes
half-closed in concentration. Then her
arm came out and presented itself to me.
In her hand was the stone I had buried up her pussy. It was wet with her secretions. She leaned far back towards me, gravity
trying to pull her heavy teats towards the floor as she leaned. She dropped the stone in my hand. "Something to remember me by. That and this." And Cynthia Van Horn, my pretty little
teacher, swabbed her wet fingers across my nose and upper lip. I immediately smelled her wonderful pussy on
my face. It was my turn to blush. "Thanks," I muttered like a tough
guy. She smiled and turned away.
And so it was that they dropped me off in the parking lot
of the Library. An awkward situation
indeed. It didn't seem right for their
Dominator to thank them once again, so I didn't. They wished me the best of luck and we
parted. I went into the Library to think
about the past few months when I had used my pretty teacher to work out my
perversions on. It had been fun, but now
it was done.
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Teacher Passes the Test Parts 1-10 by Shakespeare_I._Aint
Part One: It Was
Worth Breaking In
Part Two: Mr.
Teacher's Wild Ride
Part Three: Who
Sleeps On The Wet Spot?
Part Four: Nothing
Like a Facial to Tighten up those Pores
Part Five: Kind Of
Slutty For a Cheerleader...
Part Six: Spare
The Rod And Spoil the Teacher
Part Seven: What Have You Been Eating?
Part Eight: Now That's Entertainment!
Part Nine: Walk This Way
Part Ten: All Good Things Have To Come Up Your End
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