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Teacher Passes the Test, Part 10 of 10,
All Good Things Have To Come Up Your End, by Shakespeare_I._Aint
And so it was that my forced relationship with my
educators ended, and honestly, I was at a loss to fill my weekends. So I filled my hand. I masturbated, thinking of the things I had
made my pretty little teacher do, and the things I believe
she had eventually come to enjoy. I was
whacking off myself at least twice a day.
In bed at night, in the shower, even in the men's
bathroom at the library.
My
teacher's gift--a pussy-scented rock, sat proudly atop my dresser.
Some of you might think, with my natural penchant for
stalking, that I would haunt the Van Horn's home. But I didn't.
I had made a deal with them and they had lived up to it. They apparently didn't need me anymore and I
stayed away.
The semester had ended and I was no longer in Cynthia Van
Horn's Humanities class. I saw her
almost daily in the halls but she didn't see me and I did not approach
her. I didn't see Edwin Van Horn at
all. He was probably holed up in his
office shuffling papers and dealing with problem students who hadn't boned his
wife. For my part, I had entered into
Math, Finance and Computer classes and finally resorted to taking my required Physical
Education Classes. I had a deep-seated
aversion to Physical Education. All the
team sports and organized activities bothered me. I didn't mind the team concept; I just wanted
to pick and lead my own team.
I was in my last hour of school, shooting lazy baskets in
the free time part of Physical Education when I was approached by Mr. Collins,
the Physical Education Teacher. He had
bothered me the first few days about joining his basketball team until I
finally laid down the law to him. He had
gone away with quite the unattractive scowl on his face. I had very low hopes about what my grade
would be in this class regardless of my athletic ability. When he approached me this time, I had
figured he wanted to try once more to get through to me. I thought idly about the clichés he would
use. He usually spoke almost entirely in
sports clichés. He wore sweatsuits and was one of those guys whose fat goes
entirely to their gut. He protruded
quite a bit there. It was hard to
believe he had once played on a state championship high school team in the time
when dinosaurs ruled the earth. I nailed
a perfect twenty-footer from the baseline as he approached.
Nothing but net.
That would piss him off. He was flanked as usual by his fawning
players. He pulled a hall pass out of
his pocket and handed it to me.
"You gotta appointment with your
counselor," he said flatly and walked away.
I looked at the hall pass. I had an appointment with Counselor Van
Horn. Huh. I took a drink of water at the luke-warm drinking fountain and headed down two miles of
hallway until I got to Administration.
Mrs. Crawford, Ed's dumpy secretary, checked my look out when I handed
her the pass. She picked up the phone
and intercommed into Ed's office, and then told me I
could go in.
Edwin opened the door as I approached it and motioned me
to a chair. He spoke briefly with Mrs.
Crawford, checking on the status of her work and then released her for the
day. She seemed only too glad to leave
the mounds of work that lay on her desk.
She grabbed her coat and purse and vanished. I sprawled casually in the chair opposite
Ed's desk and waited. He shuffled back
into his office and slouched behind his authority desk. His desk, conversely, was almost bare. We stared at each other idly for awhile until
I had to smile. And Edwin loosened up.
"How have you been, Damien? Keeping out of trouble, I hope?" he
asked me conversationally.
"I'm okay. I
started some interesting classes and I hit the library almost every day,"
I answered, wondering where this was leading.
"Starting your program to take over the world?"
he asked jovially, searching my face.
"Pretty much," I answered glibly. "You don't believe I could?"
"It wouldn't surprise me, Damien. Not after everything that's happened,"
he answered me quietly. He watched me
silently, and I could hear the gears in his head whirring as he considered the
best way to approach whatever the next subject would be. He cleared his throat several times. I waited on him.
"First off, uh.. I... we
wanted to thank you again for the nice gifts you left us. And the money," Edwin amended. I just stared back at him as he struggled for
words. Edwin obviously expected me to
answer and he struggled for words when I didn't speak. "We... our deal is
done, right? All paid up?
On an even footing so to
speak?"
I nodded in the
affirmative. Edwin's face turned red and
I knew he was turning into his subject.
As his mouth opened to gush out more words, a small knock came at the
door. He croaked for the person outside
to come in.
And my pretty little teacher came in. My Cynthia walked in and stood behind her
husband's desk. She gave me a shy smile
and said, "Hi, Damien." I
nodded to her agreeably. Ed's wife was
dressed for cheerleader practice.
Wearing some baggy shorts and a sweatshirt with the
"Dear, I was just telling Damien here that we thank
him again for those gifts. I was going
to mention that we're going to start our own family pretty soon..." Cynthia Van Horn didn't answer her
husband. She just kind of stared off at
a point on the wall behind my head.
Edwin forged ahead helplessly.
"Damien tells me that we are even.
Passed the test, so to speak."
It was his second use of 'so to speak' in the
last minute. "Uh... Damien, based
on that, and the fact that you have left us alone--I'd, uh... we would like to ummm.....make a proposal.
He foundered at looked at me for feedback.
"Go ahead, Mr. Van Horn. I'm listening." I stared idly at Cynthia Van Horn who was
making a conscious effort to leave her embarrassed
body and float out of the room.
"We, uh... might find it acceptable to...offer you
an invitation to our home some time....on our terms, you understand,"
Edwin stammered.
"Your terms?" I
questioned.
"Yes, on our terms," Edwin said precisely.
"I guess I don't understand. You would invite me back to your home?"
"Yes. That's
right," my counselor said.
"Under your terms?"
"Definitely.
Under our terms,
definitely."
"Well, what are your terms?"
"Uh... our terms are... uh... well, nothing in
public or in school. That would be a
term, I guess.
And
nothing violent.
No hitting or
force. Things like that." Edwin peered at me to gauge my reaction
before he went on. Cindy lowered her
face to cast short glances between we and her
husband.
Watching our
negotiation.
"What else? I
mean, I know you guys must have talked about this before you called me in. What else?", I
prodded gently.
"Well... no drug use anymore.
And no one else.
Just the three of us.
And, well, we just play by our rules."
I looked at Cindy, who turned away guiltily. "You two are going to have a
baby?"
She nodded briefly in my direction. "I'm off the Pill. Edwin and I will start a family," she
said quietly. I addressed Edwin.
"I'm glad things are working out for you guys. And I would like to visit you at your
invitation from time to time. I guess I
wouldn't be calling the shots though, right?"
Edwin gushed.
"No, Damien, maybe I'm not making this clear
enough. We will have certain rules of
course. I hate to have to say this. We... enjoyed... aspects of this situation. Certain things we had to do. Understand? So within specified guidelines, you would
still have a range of... activities that we could do at your request. Things we've done before and maybe some new
things too. You could call some
shots."
"Lactation?", I
asked. "Could we do milk
fun?"
Edwin reddened even further. "I... don't see why not. Honey?", he
addressed his wife standing behind his chair.
"We could try that," she answered faintly,
looking down at the mounds on her chest.
"Okay. How
should we seal this deal?" I asked, my cock
hardening in my shorts.
Edwin glanced around nervously and licked his lips. "What are you suggesting?"
"I know it would violate your 'no school zone'
policy but how about some action?
Right here and right now.
A one-time good deal before we agree on an arrangement. What do you say?"
His wife leaned down and whispered into his ear. He nodded.
"How about you step out for a minute, Damien.
We'll call you back in."
I arose and walked out, closing the door behind me. While I waited, I glanced through some
student files on Mrs. Crawford's cluttered desk. Within five minutes, Edwin opened the door
and beckoned me in. Once inside, I found
his wife still standing behind his desk chair.
With her shorts off.
Her slim hips and short blonde
pubis visible to me as I craned head to watch her.
She was still wearing that sweatshirt.
But naked down below.
"Take your shorts off and lay on the floor,"
she commanded me. And I didn't mind
being ordered around if I could have some of that pussy. I was tired of smelling that pussy-scented
rock in my bedroom. I shucked my shorts
and underwear off and kicked them away.
While Edwin watched, I lay down on the thinly carpeted cement
floor. The floor was hard as a
rock. Hard as my cock which
jutted vertically above my abdomen.
I watched as Cindy came around the desk and straddled me with her
beautiful derriere facing my groin and her face above me. Then she eased herself down onto my hips. I felt her pussy rub wetly on my thigh before
she scooted up and kissed me on the lips.
Her eyes closed.
An invitation.
She
settled herself on my stomach and we soul-kissed passionately. It was nice.
She had only voluntarily kissed me once before. And I had to ask her to do it that time. This was nice. She rubbed her groin lightly on my stomach as
we kissed. I felt her short pussy hair
rubbing against my stomach. She let out
small moans as we kissed. And when I
heard Edwin lower himself down near my waist and take me into his mouth, I
almost came right there. My guidance
counselor took me into his mouth and sucked me while his wife and I
kissed. He forced his face onto my prod,
taking me in deeply and giving off his own wet, little moans. In that activity we stayed for awhile; my
teacher kissing and rubbing against me while my guidance counselor fellated me. I could
have come that way, given time. Instead,
my teacher pulled off me, her eyes opening mischievously and she lifted up off
me. I watched as her precious ass came
into my view as she rotated position.
Then her hindquarters dropped gently onto my face and my five senses got
a ride on the Pussy Encounter. I buried
my tongue in my teacher, her insides warm and tasty. My nose was buried within an inch of her
brown bunghole, whose depths I had plumbed repeatedly during our
relationship. It smelled clean. My Cindy was not content to rest her sex
above!
my
face, She dropped it on me and rubbed up and down my face while I laid some
heavy tongue onto her. I felt her
fingernails tracing lightly on my balls and then the mouth on my penis
changed.
From Edwin's
to Cindy's.
She took me into her
mouth and gave me some of her wet mouthwork. I was in seventh heaven, buried in her
crotch.
Licking from
her asshole to her clitoris as she moved on me.
Soon she began really racing over my face,
suffocating me in her wet snatch and rubbing hard on my nose. With her whole weight slapped on my face she
came, gasping and plunging on me. I was
afraid she would break my nose, and I was barely able to breath
for awhile. My face was awash in her
juices as she orgasmed strongly. Finally
she pulled her clam off my face. I
panted lightly. I could see her pussy
and butthole clench slightly as she went through her aftershocks. She rose unsteadily to her feet.
"Stand up," she ordered me. I got up off the carpet. My teacher and guidance counselor were
kneeling in front of me. Cindy took my
cock in her hand and pulled me to them.
They began licking my penis, while Cindy stroked me lightly. It was quite the erotic sight and I reveled
in it. They gave me a complete tongue
bath, hefting and swabbing my balls--each even taking one into their mouth and
sucking gently. I could see that Edwin
Van Horn had fished his member out of his pants and was stroking off as he
licked me. Finally Cindy gave him a
nudge and he disappeared behind me.
Cindy looked up at me. "Grab
the back of my head and fuck my face."
I gave her no time to change her mind. I put my hands on the back of my teacher's
head and pulled her mouth onto my cock.
All the way.
Past the point where she was usually comfortable.
I buried myself in her gullet, waiting for
her to gag on me. But she didn't try to
free herself. Her lips were pressed
against my groin. I pulled her head back
off and then plunged into her again.
This time I heard a little gag from her but she didn't pull away. Her mouth was warm and tight on me. I started to mouthfuck
her pulling her face onto my cock. And
she complied. I buried myself in her
repeatedly, luxuriating in the back of her throat. Even I wasn't prepared for Edwin, who parted
my buttcheeks with his hands and applied his tongue
to my asshole.
Wild
feeling.
The
husband probing my ass with his tongue as I pulled her face onto my cock.
Don't blame me for coming fast. I couldn't hold out. I shot ropy wads of my jism
into my pretty little teacher's mouth.
That got a small rise out of her.
Her eyes bugged out in receipt of my offering and she backed off until
only my cockhead was buried in her. With her husband's tongue buried up my
backside I squirted and squirted into her accepting mouth. Giving up my own little groans and trying to
push into her face. Edwin gave up on my
tightly clenched asscheeks. He edged
back around to my side and watched his wife as I finished in her. I stepped back and she released me from her
mouth, her eyes gazing proudly up at me.
Edwin crowded close to her and she opened her mouth.
Displayed her mouth to us.
We could see my load glistening on her tongue
and teeth. She leaned in towards Edwin
and he took her in his arms. They kissed
and kissed, sharing my ejaculate. I
watched in amazement. What a show. I noticed that Edwin's right hand was a
mess. He had worked himself off in his
hand. Good for him. Finally, they broke off their sloppy
kiss.
"Do we have the basis for an agreement,
Damien?" my pretty little teacher panted to me.
I looked down at them somewhat fondly. "I think that we do, Teacher. I think that we do..."
The End of Teacher Passes the Test, Part 10 of 10, All
Good Things Have to Come up Your End.
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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