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Teacher Passes the Test ,Part 3
of 10, Who Sleeps on the Wet Spot? by
Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF everything)
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The intervening
nine days before I went to spend the week-end at the Van Horn's were
excruciatingly dull. Time and time
again, I resolved to order them to expect me that night. But for some reason I didn't. I also fantasized about dragging my pretty
little teacher into the janitor's lose fr a
blowjob. I didn't do that either. The only time I came close to her was when I
gave her eighteen hundred dollars of their money to pay some bills they had.
Cindy Van Horn gradually relaxed as the days between my
last visit increased.
She still avoided looking directly at me when she taught class, but
overall, her cold, unfeeling teaching style returned. I don't think she really liked children or
teaching very much.
I spent most evenings on their property, looking into
their windows. I was there the Saturday
night they returned from a wedding, both drunk and bickering as they went
inside the home. Ed ended up sleeping in
the spare bedroom that night. I stopped
by on Sunday afternoon, peering in to catch a glimpse of Cindy's parents, both
nice looking older people. Cindy was a
cookie-cutter image of her mother, only 30 years younger. Cindy's Mom looked very bangable even in her
fifties. Edwin and Cindy's father
watched PBS although there were some good football games on. They chatted listlessly, neither very
interested in the other. After they left
early in the evening, Edwin and Cindy broke back out in an argument about
something he had said to her father. The
argument finally tangentially referenced me and I could hear what they were
saying from my place outside the kitchen bay window.
Cindy was still for turning the tables on me to get their
money back. She harped angrily on the
two beatings Edwin had received at my hands.
She was derisive on Ed's qualities as her protector because of me. Ed, for his part, was decidedly against any
further attempt to get at me. I could
tell he didn't believe he could handle me short of killing me, and he wasn't
prepared to do that. Cindy did want me
dead, that much she made clear, spinning elaborate plans and screaming at Ed
because he had no stomach for them. She
referred to me as "that fucking orphan" yelling that I had raped her
twice while Ed did nothing. She finally
broke down crying. Ed slept alone that
night too.
As the weekdays slowly passed, I became more and more
excited about spending the week-end at their beautiful ranch home. I also became hypercautious regarding Cindy's
attitude. It seemed highly possible that
she had talked Edwin into something involving me. I scouted the home Thursday night and caught
the argument in progress. Cindy was
highly emotional approached and she was trying to persuade Edwin to let her
give me an excuse as to why I couldn't spend the week-end. She wanted to call in for a funeral day
Friday and have Edwin take her out of town for the week-end. They would tell me that his aunt in upstate
In class on Friday, after the bell rang, I really
expected to hear Mrs. Van Horn call for me to stay a moment. I watched her intently. Her face turned toward me. Seeing me stare at her, she flushed angrily
and stalked out of her own class.
After I helped Mrs. McGwire with the dinner dishes, I
informed them that I was staying with a friend over the week-end to work on a
project for the Science Bonanza. I added
that I would stop by during the week-end to make sure everything was fine
around the house. She was more than glad
to let me go, especially since I would come back and help her with the chores
around the home.
At eight in the evening, after stopping by the bus
station locker, I
sat outside the window of the Van Horn's home trying to ensure that they didn't
have anything special planned to ruin my week-end, such as killing me. They were at each other's throats, hurling
insults and abuse at each other. They
were sorely divided and should be easy to conquer. I shouldered my backpack and rang the
bell. The shouting ceased and I could
hear a door slam. Ed answered the
door.
"Come in," he said dully.
I followed him in.
Cindy was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Cindy", I asked curiously.
"She locked herself in our bedroom when you rang the
bell"
"Locked?" I pressed.
"The key is above the door molding. Even if it wasn't, it's one of those locks
you can open with a nail", Ed seemed irritated at his wife.
"Okay, Ed, here's a list of stuff I need for the
weekend. Here's some money I took out of
your stash. Go get this stuff and come
back. Understand?"
Ed looked at the list I gave him. He accepted the money silently and headed out
the back door. When I saw his car leave,
I ducked out of doors and approached the bedroom window. Through the sheers, I could see Cindy laying on the bed watching some stupid gameshow. She had pushed a chair against the door. She looked stiff with fear lying there in gym
shorts and an
I knocked on the bedroom door.
"Teacher?"
"Go away, you bastard", she moaned in fear and
loathing.
"Let me in, Cindy", I pressed.
"No...NO!" Cindy was crying now.
I felt around for the key above the door. It was there.
"Last chance, Van Horn," I warned.
"Where's Edwin?
I want Edwin", she cried.
I pushed the key in and felt the lock knob push out. The door was unlocked. I pushed through quickly, tumbling the chair
away from the door violently for effect.
I gave her my best Nicholson, "HERE'S JOHNNIEEEEE..."
imitation.
When my eyes lit upon her, she jumped to her feet, trying
to run by me out the bedroom door. I
snagged the back of her pants at the waist and hurled her back onto the
bed. She screamed in fright, fighting
me. I knelt on her arms and slapped her
twice.
Hard.
I told her to shut up. She stopped screaming, sobbing loudly
now. I relaxed. "Undress," I ordered, moving off
her. She held her burning face in her
hands for a moment, then arose and tugged her shorts
and panties off. She pulled her shirt
over her head mechanically. No bra.
Wonderful titties, big with
huge nipples.
I doffed my clothes
and motioned her onto the bed. I told
her Ed had run out to pick up a few things, but that he told me to get
started. She looked like a lost
soul. I mauled her tits, sucking and
kneading them, hefting and weighing them.
She lay with her eyes closed, unresponsive to my clumsy self-indulgence. My cock soared. These tits were everything a man could hope
for. I played with them for twenty
minutes, tweaking and pinching the nipples to get a rise out of her. She never responded except for a few grunts
of pain. I finally tore myself away and
rummaged through their drawers. I noted
Cindy watching me closely from almost closed eyelids. I located her beige plastic vibrator and some
motion lotion. Cheap stuff from some Spencer's Gift store
somewhere.
I was glad I sent Ed
out for some good stuff. I anointed my
jutting cock and approached Cindy. I
pulled the covers off and motioned her under.
I mounted her, moving my cock between her unwilling legs. My cock slid into her pussy easily. I reveled in her warmth. I had finally made it. I had finally entered my pretty, little
schoolteacher's shaved pussy.
I drove into her repeatedly, her eyes shut and grunting
acceptance of my thrusts into her. I
tipped her cervix a couple of times, much to her discomfort. Just as I came, I pulled out and shot across
her stomach onto the clean linen sheets.
She looked slightly disgusted, even more so when I wouldn't allow her to
wipe herself or the sheets off. I rolled
off and headed to the basement. I
located Ed's stash and brought the dope and a pipe back upstairs. I poured some wine for both of us and ambled
back to the bedroom. My little teacher
slut was just as I'd left her. I sparked
up the weed and handed it to her. She
accepted it grudgingly, as if she didn't want to smoke a peace pipe with me. Truth be told, I was getting irritated by her
body language. It was totally rejectful. She had been warned about that. I hoped she didn't anger me into a nice
little beating.
We relaxed, smoking silently and watching the next stupid
gameshow. More correctly, I should say
that I relaxed. My little schoolteacher
refused to look at me. She was tense as
she smoked and sipped her wine. I could
tell that my mess on her marriage bed really bugged her.
Edwin got home a little while later. I slipped into my pants and padded out into
the dark family room, waiting. He came
in through the backdoor, his hands full of bags. He set his keys on the table and hurried to
the bedroom. I followed him
quietly. Upon finding that I was not in
the bedroom, he turned and saw me standing behind him. He relaxed visibly, seeing that I wasn't
going to attack him.
"Did you get all the stuff?" I asked,
easily.
"Yes, it's all there", he answered simply,
waiting for me.
"Take your clothes off and get in there," I
ordered.
Edwin Van Horn took off his clothes, folding them neatly
before placing them on his dresser. I
told him to sit on the bed. He avoided
the wet spots my cum had made.
"Cindy, give Ed a blowjob to get his week-end
started right," I ordered. Cindy
had a nice buzz going, she had been lost in the
television show, ignoring her husband and myself. She looked distastefully over at him,
standing naked at the side of the bed, then slowly crawled down to a position between his
legs and took his stubby member in her mouth.
Edwin looked over her naked body at me sitting in the armchair in the
corner. He looked almost grateful. I sipped my wine and concentrated on Cindy's
lovely ass presented to my view. It was
arousing seeing my little schoolteacher blowing her husband. When he started to stiffen and hump forward
into her face, I instructed him to blow his load of the sheets. Cindy's mouth popped off his cock. Ed stood up, turned around and blew his load
on the fitted sheet, adding his come to mine.
Cindy reached over and took a large gulp of her wine to wash
her mouth out. "Clean him,
Cindy." I said quietly.
She glanced at me with a look of pure evil, then swung her head back to Edwin's penis. She sucked on it, gagging a bit, then spit it out clean.
she finished her wine, gargling pointedly while
looking at me angrily. I had Ed pour her
another. I had him spark a second bowl,
then a third. I didn't partake. I didn't want to lose my edge.
Man, they could smoke.
A pipe full of ganga didn't last long around
these two. I could see Cindy floating
away from us, off in her own little world where nobody made the little princess
do anything she didn't want to do. Edwin
was silent and contemplative. It was
time to fuck with the School Teacher Princess.
Cindy sat demurely on the edge of the bed, her jugs hanging down
magnificently. She was entranced by the
television.
I eased out of my chair, my buzz cool and mellow. I went into the living room and retrieved my
knapsack. I opened it in their presence;
Cindy ignoring me; Edwin showed a healthy dose of interest. I removed the tape of their lovemaking and
popped it into the VCR. The screen went
black, then popped into focus.
Edwin and Cynthia Van Horn,
amateur porno actors.
Cindy sat
bolt upright in shock!
"NO!! NO!", she
squealed. That's personal!! You can't watch that!"
She rose immediately and went to the VCR. She popped the tape out and turned to survey
my reaction. I stared at her, my face
betraying nothing. Oh, but she was
furious!
"That tape is between me and my husband. You have no right to watch what we did before
you FUCKED UP OUR LIVES! You told me you
erased that tape," she hissed at Edwin.
He looked away guiltily.
"Put the tape back in", I said warningly.
"No. You do
what you want--you do anyway--but that's too much. You can RAPE me--but you can't take my
dignity. You're not going to embarrass
me in my own home. I WON'T STAND FOR IT!!"
I stood up and went to her armoire. I pulled out two pair of nylons. Turning to Edwin sitting on the floor, I
ordered him to stand. He did so slowly,
and I could tell he was weirded out.
"Eddie, I need you to grab her arms. I've got to tie her to the bed."
Edwin stood uncertainly.
"Eddie, if you don't do as I say, you'll take her
beating."
That got his attention.
Many of his bruises were still visible; even his nose was still swollen
from the first night. He looked
apologetically at his wife. She stared
at him in horror.
"NO EDWIN!! Don't you DARE!!",
she screamed at him. He advanced on her
and pulled her onto the bed.
"On her stomach," I ordered. He flipped her bodily. Cindy was flailing wildly at him, trying to
bite and scratch him. I pulled one of
her arms free and held it until I could knot it to the headboard. With only one arm to fight with, Cindy was
done. I secured her other arm
easily. Cindy twisted and sobbed in
humiliation. I tied her feet apart. Cindy was spread-eagled on her stomach. I kept a close eye on Ed, watching him for
any signs of rebellion. He just waited
patiently.
I returned to my chair, rustling through the shopping
bags Ed had brought. I removed a short
red plastic cat o' nine tails. It was
basically a liquorice whip.
Wouldn't break anyone's skin with this thing.
Which was good, because I
wasn't out to damage anyone intentionally.
I tossed it to Ed, who avoided catching it,
slipping away as though I had tossed a live cat at him. Cindy twisted her head, trying to see what
was going on behind her. I signaled for
Ed to pick up the whip. Now he had a
weapon in his hands. Not a great weapon,
unless he was to strike me in the face.
We stared at each other. Finally,
I gestured for him to step up to the side of the bed. I addressed my comments to both of them.
"You know what the difference between you and Edwin
is, Cindy? It's that you keep trying to
dominate.
Like you
dominate your relationship.
Your
only problem is that I don't care what you want. I thought I made that clear several
times. Apparently you weren't listening. Edwin here is different. He's looking long-term. He wants his money and his dope back. He knows that letting me do WHATEVER THE FUCK
I WANT is the only safe course of action.
He has the bruises to prove it.
Ed learned his lesson well. You
on the other hand, have to go to the principal's office for some remedial
education. Corporal punishment is what's
called for in this situation. Edwin's
going to whip you until I think you've finally learned your lesson."
Cindy craned her head from my side of the bed to Edwin,
who was standing sheepishly on the other side.
She snarled at him like a wildcat.
"Edwin Van Horn, don't you dare. DON'T YOU DARE!"
"Honey, I don't have any choice," he implored
her.
"NO!! NO!!", she
screamed.
"Let's just get through this. Let's just get through this," he
repeated weakly.
"NO!", she looked back over her shoulder at
me, frantically. "Listen. I'll do what you want!! We'll watch the tape!! Just let me go and we'll watch the tape. I'll give you a blowjob!!"
"Sorry, Mrs. Van Horn.
You made your play and you lost. A whipping is called for. You've got nothing you can give me that I
couldn't just take. Sorry".
I gave her my best evil grin. My cock was erect just at the thought of her
whipping.
"There is one thing I need though. I need you to allow me to put your panties in
your mouth.
Kind of a
gag.
You're pretty loud when
you're upset, and I can't have the neighbors calling."
"No."
Cindy seemed intent on being a spoiled little schoolteacher to the
bitter end.
"Well, then consider the first twenty strokes as an
incentive then." I grabbed a pillow
from the bed and addressed Edwin, who looked as though he could throw up.
"Ed, I need twenty strokes on my teacher's ass.
Hard ones, Eddie.
Don't let me down. God, I love her. Understand?
Go."
I pressed the pillow down on Cindy's head, watching Edwin
intently for any sign of treachery. He
raised his arm halfheartedly and brought the whip down lightly on Cindy's
buttocks. The red strands practically
bounced off her satin skin, such was the low level of force used by Edwin. Cindy didn't even murmur under the pillow.
"Edwin?
Edwin? Do you need me to show you
how to use that thing? I'll use it on
you. After one minute, you'll know what
the fuck I'm talking about. You get one
more chance Eddie, then I'm taking over the
class. Now go."
Edwin paled at my threat.
He had tears in his eyes.
Whipping his wife was unnatural for him, I'll admit, but damn, she was a
first class cunt. He feared me more
though. I had reduced him to a fetal
position twice.
His arm raised to his shoulder
and he brought the whip down hard on his wife's ass. It was a good strike. Cindy stiffened and screamed. I was glad I had the pillow over her
head. She fought against her restraints,
twisting wildly to get free. I nodded to
Edwin to continue. He brought the whip
down again on her rigid ass cheeks.
Again.
Again.
Cindy was
screaming incoherently under the pillow.
Her ass showed signs of reddening after the sixth stroke. After the fifteenth strike, her body
relaxed. The last five strokes fell on
soft, jiggling ass meat. I lifted the
pillow off her head. Cindy was crying
quietly. "Open up", I
commanded. Her mouth opened and I shoved
her panties in her mouth. I tied another
hose around her head to secure the victory.
I glanced at Edwin, who stood puffing with exertion. He had a hard-on peeking out of his hairy
patch. I sensed that he had gotten over
his aversion to whipping his wife. Her
ass was nice and pink. I gave him a
moment to rest.
"Okay, Mrs. Van Horn, now we can proceed with your
whipping.
Now that
you've made an affirmative decision to comply.
Edwin here is going to give you thirty
more. The last ten will be great
ones."
Cindy's eyes went wide when she heard her
punishment. I guess she thought I would
relent or something. Her face swiveled
back to Edwin's position. She begged him
with her eyes. And her low sobbing
moans. She saw his stiffened penis, she slowly looked back up into his eyes. Edwin looked away, guiltily.
"Thirty more Eddie, then we're
done.
Twenty from the
shoulder.
The last ten I want
your arm above you head.
Understand?" He nodded,
never looking at me. "Go."
Edwin resumed whipping his schoolteacher wife. Her ass was placid now, no longer tensed in
anticipation. She was beyond resistance,
and I was happy. After twenty, Ed
brought his arm high and slashed downward.
That got a rise out of Mrs. Van Horn.
Her back arched, and she cried out behind the gag. The last nine landed hard on her poor red
ass. Edwin dropped the whip on the bed
and stood panting heavily now, sweat dripping off his
body. His panting and her
sobs the only sound in the room. I
motioned Edwin over to my seat across the room and bent low to Cindy's
head. I removed her gag, her choking
sobs music to my ears.
"It's over Cindy.
You passed the Test. Now, when I
tell you to do something, I hope you will do the smart thing. Edwin is going to make it feel
better."
I ordered Edwin to lick his wife's sore ass. He clambered onto the bed and started kissing
and licking her backside. He ground his
penis into the bed as he worked. Not bad
work if you can get it. I retreated to
my wine and my shopping bags. I pulled
out a nice dildo, big and powerful. I
opened the package and slipped the batteries into the monster. It was a deluxe model to replace the cheap
beige hard plastic one they owned. It
thrummed with an unholy power. I placed
it against my cockhead. Felt nice.
"Cindy on the Pill Ed?",
I queried.
Ed paused his
ministrations. "She's on the
Pill. We decided not to have
children." I doubt Ed decided
anything in that household.
"Okay. Just
thought I'd ask. I already came in her
once tonight."
"Oh..." Ed's oh was noncommittal.
"Ed, you're hard.
Why don't you climb on?", I
suggested.
"If you want me to," he said dubiously, not
wanting to add his insult to her injury, I thought.
"Climb aboard."
I ordered grandly. Ed moved up,
supporting his weight on his arms. He
aimed his penis at the spread of her legs and inserted himself into her
pussy. She grunted at the intrusion or
his groin pressing against her sore ass.
Ed thrust himself in rhythm, his ass flexing to my view. "I'm coming," he announced within a
minute. Whipping her had been good for
him, I guessed.
"Pull out and shoot on the sheets," I
commanded. Ed withdrew and spilled his
seed on the bed. He grunted and
groaned. An impressive second load, I
observed. "Nice shot," I
congratulated him. His mouth opened and
he almost said thanks, before catching himself.
We untied Cindy, who rubbed her wrists almost
accusingly. She sat Indian style on a
clean piece of the bed, a pillow in her lap to hide her assets from my
view. We drank wine and smoked dope
until
Then I gave an exaggerated yawn, grabbed the sex gear,
and stood up.
"Here's the sleeping arrangements. Ed, you sleep here.
Me and Cindy sleep
in the guest room. Ed, you got to take a
piss before we leave?" Edwin looked
at Cindy and quickly shook his head. He
evidently thought we'd be pissing on Cindy.
"I'm going to put something against the door to make
sure you stay in your room tonight Ed.
So if you have to piss, now is the time." Ed declined.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Cindy stated
flatly.
"So, piss on the bed," I returned.
"Don't tempt me."
"Who's tempting you?
Go ahead," I challenged.
Cindy knew her husband would be sleeping on that bed, and
I imagine she was more than a little upset at him whipping her. She stood up, moved to the center of the bed
and squatted a bit. Within a few
seconds, a dribble of pale urine leaked out of her widespread legs.
Then the whistling deluge
onto the bed.
She bounced off
when she had finished, rubbing the pillow between her damp thighs and tossing
it back on the bed. I was impressed;
Edwin was aghast at the prospect of sleeping on that bed. I took a wire hanger out of the closet when
we left, as well as the shopping bags and the videotape. I said my goodnights to Edwin, who stood
silently contemplating his urine and semen soaked bed.
After closing the bedroom door I unwrapped
the wire hanger and leaned it precariously against the door. Any attempt to leave via the door, and I
would hear it. I grabbed the cane from
the umbrella stand in the foyer and brought it into the guest room with me. Cindy sat uncomfortably on the bed watching
glumly. "Get undercovers," I
ordered. She scampered, glad to bury her
nakedness under something. I stuck the
videotape in the VCR and turned the television on. This time, Cindy offered no resistance. I slid in next to my reluctant schoolteacher
and cuddled with her back pressed to my groin.
I fondled her topmost tit, pulling and pinching the nipple to my heart's
content. She stared at the video she had
made with Edwin in better times. On the
screen, they were locked in a sixty-nine.
It went on for minutes.
Amateur stuff.
I
reached behind me to the nightstand and brought out the vibrator. I placed it between Cindy's legs and ordered
her to bring herself off. I oiled my
cock and nestled it between her legs. I
lay spooned to her listening to the buzz of the large vibrator on her
clit. We lay there for some minutes,
until I felt her vagina weakly clasp and release me.
My beloved schoolteacher had orgasmed with her hated
student inside her. I stroked into her
precious quim, until I shot my load inside her.
She struggled to rise; I held her down until she gave up. Within a few minutes she fell asleep with my
cock softening inside her. I switched
the vibrator off. The homemade videotape
droned on endlessly. I drifted off to
sleep the sleep of the dominant, my detested seed dripping off her sugar
walls.
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Chapter Two: I
hate piss hard-ons...
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I woke up at
Cindy shook awake as my hot urine flooded her vagina. She gave a little shriek, and tried to pull
violently away. My urine cascaded out of
her, drenching the potential space between our coupling, soaking my thighs and
groin and Cindy's beautiful white ass. I
held her against me as I drained myself within her. She stopped fighting and lay there; I could
feel the sobs in her chest. I squirted
my remaining urine into her to clear my plumbing. Piss hard-ons are a bitch. It was entirely erotic, and my penis
lengthened inside her. I pushed her onto
her stomach and rode her wet ass, pushing her groin into the puddle of piss
soaking the mattress. I pulled out and
shot my load onto her ass cheeks, rubbing the underside of my cock on those
glorious specimens, already returned to alabaster white from the pink pain of
last night's whipping. Cindy lay
docilely under me, crying softly. I
rolled off and stood up.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead", I said
gaily.
"Time to
greet the new day."
I heard
Edwin's bedroom doorknob rattle, and I stiffened.
"Can I come out?", Ed
asked.
I relaxed. Ed was
going along with the program.
"C'mon out. Grab some money
and get us some breakfast. Cindy's going
to start the housework."
After Ed left, I addressed Cindy, who lay face down as
I'd left her when I climbed off her cushiony ass.
"Get going.
You've got some sheets and mattresses to clean, if you don't want them
permanently stained. You won't need your
clothes. I prefer to see those big
titties bouncing around while you work."
Cindy didn't move.
"Fuck this.
I'll go get the whip," I decided aloud.
"NO! I'm up!!
I'm up!" I admired the swing of
those large-nippled mammaries as she bounded off the bed.
"Can I go to the bathroom and take a shower first?", Cindy asked humbly, avoiding eye contact.
"No, you can't.
You can take a piss if you want, but no shower until your work is
started."
After her unsupervised urination, Cindy stripped the beds
and mattresses and brought the bed things to their first floor laundry
room. I took that opportunity to head
into the basement. I located the gun I
had disabled. The barrel was still
stuffed with marijuana, but I felt better as I dismantled it, and took the barrel
with me. Other than that, I just
wandered around, admiring Cindy's nakedness as she worked.
By the time, Ed returned with breakfast, I had drawn up a
simple schematic and list of materials for a wooden crucifix I wanted
built. After impressing Ed with the need
to acquire and assemble these materials, I addressed them both.
"I'm heading home for awhile. I'll be back for dinner at eight. We'll have steaks and a nice garden
salad. (We didn't eat very high on the
hog at my foster home) A case of beer in
bottles and some more of Ed's cannabis will do nicely. I don't want any bullshit while I'm
gone. Understood?" Ed gave a distracted nod. I believe my plans for the wooden crucifix
had tickled his curiosity. Cindy nodded glumly, although her face lit up the closer I got to her
front door.
Stepping out into a beautiful Indian Summer
day, I made my way home, to take my own shower, and help my benefactors, the
McGwires, with the laundry of nine other misfits like myself. I whistled.
What a nice way to start the morning.
Up the pussy of my puppy love, Cynthia Van Horn.
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Chapter Three:
Where I share a beer with the one I love.
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I slipped back
onto the premises at seven, spending the next sixty minutes surveilling the
home. Call me paranoid, but that's the
way I am. My case files label me
alternately "cautious" and "careless". So maybe I am paranoid. I just like to know what's going on before I
head into some guy's home to molest his wife, that's all. My sixty minutes detected no plots being
hatched against me. The steaks hit the
grill under Ed's supervision, while Cindy, now attired in blue jeans and a sweatshirt, tossed a
salad. She seemed depressed about something. I couldn't imagine what.
I rang the bell and was admitted by Edwin. He reported quietly, and somewhat proudly,
that he had finished the crucifix I had assigned him. I assured him I would take a look at it after
dinner.
We sat down to dinner.
The steaks are salad were very good.
Ed and I talked at length about his marijuana dealing. He gave me the pricing structure, the delivery
mechanisms and most importantly, the ethics, or more correctly, the lack of
ethics in the game. When I asked why he
hadn't had some drug czar whack me off early in the game, he told me plainly
that it didn't work that way. His
contacts were purely acquaintances--he didn't know much about them and they
didn't know much about him. If they
suspected that he was in a bind, then they would avoid him like the
plague. Time on his hands after his
alleged slip and fall at the school had led him to take a marijuana smoking
pastime into a full-fledged buying and reselling. Edwin bought in pounds and resold in one to two
pound deals, making a nice profit for his efforts.
Cindy Van Horn toyed with her food, making no effort to
join in our conversation. She looked
every bit the prim, little suburbanite yuppie, dual income/no kids, nose stuck
in the air, schoolteacher bitch that had first attracted my curiosity. And I loved her for it.
After dinner, I grabbed six beers and followed Edwin down
into the basement. He had inadvertently
started the dinner dishes when I suggested strongly that Cindy had some free time
to use for that particular chore. Edwin
was uncomfortable--apparently he did the dishes in the household--but I
prevailed upon him to show me the result of his handiwork in the basement. Cindy glowered at him. When she caught me staring at her, her features
melted into a stone cold poker face. I
had successfully divided and conquered this pair.
As Edwin led me to the partitioned basement, he became
noticeably more masculine and friendly.
He was heading to his sanctuary, away from the demands of his younger
wife. I was expecting that he had
hammered and glued a few pieces of wood together. I was wrong.
He had created a masterpiece.
He had taken a sheet of plywood and some two by fours and
fashioned a crucifix. It stood bolted
into the cinderblock wall, painted black, and padded with carpet scraps. Eyebolts at the ends, with straps affixed,
ready to go.
Seamless
and smooth.
He then showed me a
small typing table he had gotten at a school auction. He had painted and padded the table, and
affixed eyebolts and straps to this also.
He pointed out the floor drain nearby and mentioned quietly that he had
resealed the floor tiles that afternoon.
I congratulated him effusively.
A veritable little torture room where none had existed before.
We sucked down our beers and began to talk. I
asked Ed why he had done such a good job building this stuff.
At first he tried to explain it away as simple pride in a
job done right. He hemmed and hawed and
stammered under my persistent questioning, unable to provide an adequate
answer. Finally, exasperated, he fairly
snuck to the workroom door, closing it silently. Returning to his chair and opening his third
beer, he beat around the bush some more.
He abruptly launched haltingly into the Edwin Van Horn philosophy, as
amended by my violent intrusion into his life.
Ed looked searchingly into my face as he poured out his
anguish and his venom, much of it directed at his demure, little wife. I gave him the empathy needed for such
painful disclosures, and he gradually gave me exactly what I wanted to
know. He rambled for two hours.
Edwin Van Horn had been a 32 year old bachelor teacher
when 23 year old Cindy arrived at the school, fresh out of college and ready
for the world to beat a path to her door.
He had wooed her, charmed her with his experience and 'savoir faire'
(he's everywhere!). Within a year, they
were engaged; within two years they were married. Ed was pleased with the hot young
schoolteacher he had won. But things
changed so subtly over the next five years that he hadn't even realized what
was going on until I broke his nose. It
woke him up to some bitter realizations about what his life had become.
Cindy had effectually emasculated him. I guess when you're not the most manly man to walk down the pike, you have certain fears
about holding on to your prize possession.
Cindy was his sole treasure, and she used that very much to her
advantage. From doing the large majority
of the housework, to paying for unexpected impulse purchases, to worrying about
her late evenings out with her "friends", Edwin gradually came to
accept that his treasure was very high maintenance in terms of his time, money,
and self-esteem. Stamping her dainty
foot imperiously, and cutting him off from sex, Cindy gradually came to rule
supreme. I suspected that Edwin had
suffered greatly from realizing that I hadn't taken his manhood. He had lost his manhood gradually years ago,
and I had just proven it to him violently.
I headed upstairs for more beer.
Cindy was watching Masterpiece Theater on PBS, and sipping from a
delicately fluted crystal wine glass.
She stared at me as I walked through.
It was irritating, her constant challenges. Hadn't she learned anything last night?
"Wipe that fucking smirk off
your face, or I'll piss it off you," I advanced one step in her
direction. She scrambled to her feet in
fear, sloshing her wine onto her sweatshirt, and breaking out in tears, when
she realized I had been faking. I
stalked away like a lion.
In the basement, Edwin finished his confession. He had thought the lawsuit would provide the
monetary cushion he needed to pay for Cindy's extravagance. He soon realized that workmen's compensation
didn't pay his full salary. His pleas
for fiscal restraint fell on deaf ears, and soon he was more or less forced to
resell marijuana to keep up the lifestyle she had become accustomed to. He began to realize that no amount of money
would ever be enough to keep her in love with him.
When I robbed them, and beat him bloody, he knew his
denials were through. He admitted to me
that he wasn't a big, strong guy and moreover he was old and far out of
shape. His biggest fear had been
confronting me, and he had not been surprised when I beat him easily.
He had been driven to distraction the time he followed
me, admitting that he didn't even realize that intercepting a fake letter to
the police didn't give him anything over me--I still had his dope and his money
and the ability to put them in prison.
He was that distraught by Cindy's insistence that a real man would get
even.
Ed finished by emptying his beer and pissing in the
downstairs bathroom. As he pissed he
told me he was tired of keeping up appearances.
Tired of trying to be a
I came closer to empathy that night than any of my
psychologists would believe. "Let's
go up and fuck with Cindy," I suggested.
Ed followed me, a gloomy old Eeyore.
As I headed upstairs, I cast a last glance around
me. The basement furniture was better
than the stuff we had at our house.
Better than the stuff you see in good furniture stores. Actually, the whole fucking house was out of a
magazine. That chick had impeccable
taste.
In the family room, I took up a stance in front of my
pretty little schoolmarm as she watched television. It was
"It's Saturday night, Mrs. Van Horn. Let's
party."
"What do you want now?" she asked in a
quavering whisper; her lower lip trembling.
Good signs indeed.
"Ed, get naked.
Cindy, get naked. Ed, you get on
the table. Cindy, you get some small
sewing scissors. Do you sew?"
She shook her head dubiously.
"Got any small scissors anyway?"
She nodded.
"Good. Ed,
get up on the kitchen room table. Don't
be shy. Cindy has got to cut your hairy
bush, so your cock looks more impressive.
Beerwhore, more beers for the men, and get yourself another glass of
wine. A loaf of Ed, a glass of wine and
your sweet ass; that's all I need."
She winced at being called a beerwhore. Or maybe from the Shakespeare or whoever the
fuck said that.
My teacher returned with a pair of small scissors. She brought cold beers to the table and
poured a fresh glass of wine. Shucking
her jeans down her hips, she kicked them off and left them lying on the kitchen
carpet. Tossing her sweatshirt over her head,
she revealed a huge old-fashioned cotton bra.
Something you would have seen in the fifties. She unfastened the contraption allowing those
big teats to hang.
Always
impressive with the dusky pink pancake nipples.
Very surprising on such a
small frame.
She tossed the
brassiere to the floor uncaringly and peeled off her white rayon panties.
My pretty little slob.
Ed lay on his back on the solid oak table, his hairy
pubis presented at the end of the table for our inspection. He was nervous, his spine meeting the table
at top and bottom. My teacher sat
down. Her face showing she would rather
drive the scissors into his abdomen than anything else. She raised a patch of his pubic hair with her
fingers and hacked it off.
"Gently," I remonstrated.
Her next snip was gentle. Ed's
bush was slowly deforested, allowing his flaccid penis to seem larger than it
was.
"Hold your cock out of the way, Ed, so Cindy can do
the detail work".
Cindy worked steadily, trimming his pubis, cock and
balls. After ten minutes, it looked far
better. I had Cindy touch up the inside of
his thighs, then ordered Ed to pick up his heavy legs,
exposing his anus for her attention. She
cut his hair down there too, careful not to let her fingers touch his anus, and
obvious in her attempts to cut carefully with her head a good two feet away from
his red pucker at all times. I noted
that for future use. When she finished,
a small pile of Ed's pubic hair had accumulated on the table. Ed got off the table gingerly. Back on his feet, he inspected himself and I
could swear he had a small smile on his face.
It really did look better.
"Up on the table, Cindy, same position"
Cindy moved slowly onto the table, resting on her
back. Pussy presented to our view. I sat down in the chair with her genitalia
staring me in the face. Shaved beaver,
delicate pink rose anus. Not a hair to
be seen. I leaned in and smelled her
musk.
Delightful.
"Peel a carrot and stem a couple strawberries,
Ed"
He went to fetch them.
I did a long slow tongue lick up from her ass to the clitoris. She jumped involuntarily when my tongue
nudged her clit.
Ed brought the carrot and a handful of strawberries to
the table. I sat him down at the head of
the table away from me. I leaned in and
began to eat my unwilling teacher's little pussy. It was good and flavorful. She arched involuntarily each time my tongue
played on her clitoris. I gave her long
wide licks, not invading her hole yet.
My tongue rasped against the invisible stubble on her groin. She became moist, in spite of herself. Then I filled her cavity with my tongue. She gave a small moan. This was working well. I fucked my tongue into her for a few
minutes, then gave myself a break. Sitting back, my face besmirched with her
pussy juices.
"Bring me the new vibrator, Ed."
Ed brought it to me and I twisted it on. I laid the tip against Cindy's hooded
clit. Her response was electric.
"Take it."
Cindy's hand floated down and removed the vibrator from
my hand, holding it against herself.
I nuzzled the carrot against her pussy, opening a passage
into her.
"It's cold", she complained.
"Then warm it up," I answered.
The carrot made it's entrance
smoothly into her pussy. Not a large
carrot by any means. I slid it into her
gently. It rode her lubrication and my
saliva into her and poked to a stop.
Thus began Cindy's carrot ride. I
slowly fucked her with the carrot until I sensed she was closing in on an
orgasm. I pulled it out, glistening in
her juices. I stood and backed away from
my chair.
"Come around and put those strawberries in, Ed. Then eat them out of her."
Ed scrambled out of his chair. He had a raging hard-on. So did I for that
matter. Cindy's smell had sent signals
to my brain, which sent my life's blood to my cock. Ed pushed three cold strawberries into his
wife's pussy. They disappeared without a
trace. Then Ed buried his bearded face
into her maw, seeking to locate and devour them.
I brought the carrot to Cindy's face. She saw it coming and closed her eyes. I used my right hand to cup her left
breast. "Take a bite, Cindy,"
I urged.
"I don't want to.
It's been in me," she whined.
I squeezed her breast slowly. "But I want you to."
Her face showed indecision until my increasing pressure
on her titty decided her. Her mouth
opened and I fed the tip of the carrot to her.
"Bite."
She bit off the first inch. "Chew and swallow." She chewed slowly and swallowed, which isn't
easy when you're flat on your back. The
vibrator never left her mound. Ed was
making obscene slurping sounds between her legs in his search for the missing
fruit.
"More."
She opened her mouth again and I fed her the slimed
carrot. Little by little, under my
direction, she chewed and devoured the carrot.
When only a few inches remained, she stiffened and thrust her hips up
into Ed's face. Cindy was coming. I watched her nipples stiffen into turgid
erasers. For about fifteen seconds, she
tensed in the throes of orgasm before relaxing and plying the vibrator
intermittently on her clitoris.
Fascinating.
Ed pulled back, panting.
"Did you get them?" He nodded, not meeting my eyes.
"Tell me Ed.
Can Cindy come more than once a night?"
He nodded. Cindy
listened tensely, her eyes still locked shut.
She turned off the vibrator.
"Good. She'll
have another chance. Is she pretty wet
down there?" He nodded again,
afraid to speak.
"Off the table, Cindy.
Down on all fours in the
family room.
Ed, you get her
face. I get her pussy. Let's go."
Cindy pulled herself resignedly off the table and walked
over to the middle of the family room.
She got on her hands and knees.
A little blonde doggie.
I took off my clothes and walked down into the family
room. Cindy's immaculate heart-shaped
ass almost moved me to tears. Edwin
knelt down in front of his pretty wife, his cock turgid. I knelt down.
"Okay, Cindy, you know the drill. Ed comes in your mouth. You swallow.
His cock comes out clean."
I'll play around back here."
Ed planted his penis inside his pretty wife's mouth. He stroked gently into her. For my part, I inserted my fingers into my
teacher's gooey snatch, slowly stretching her hole, making her ready. When I had stretched her enough to proceed, I
brought the bottom of my beer bottle to the lips of her vagina and began to
push. At first Cindy's response was to
facilitate matters by pushing back. Then
it dawned on her that the object attempting entry into her was too big to be a
cock. She froze on Ed's cock. Ed looked curiously over her back at me. His mouth opened when he saw what I was
attempting. Reseating my bottle at her
pussy lips, I pushed and the bottom slowly entered her vagina. Cindy went rigid and moaned in discomfort,
afraid to take her mouth off Ed's member.
The bottle sank into her. I had
impaled my love on a beer bottle. I gave
an exploratory pull and push. The bottle
retreated and progressed in her wide open birth canal. And my Cindy grunted again.
Distress still evident in
her posture.
Ed stared over his wife's
back at my actions. I gave the bottle
some more thrusts, and Cindy grunted at each one. She was lubed well enough. I left the bottle buried up to the neck in
her snatch and switched the vibrator on.
When the vibrator touched the bottle, Cindy keened a high note. Plying the vibrator on her clitoris produced
more whines.
"I think we've got something here, Ed. I think our pretty little whore has passed
another test."
Ed then did something I didn't expect. He buried himself into Cindy's mouth, up to
the root, and she gagged on him. He held
himself against her face, grunting, his eyes closed, his arms trembling. He was shooting off in her mouth.
Against her will, against
all reason.
He moaned and when he
finally let up on her face, she spit him out.
Drool connected his wet penis to her lower lip. Cindy gagged, and I thought she would throw
up. She gasped for breath. I held the vibrator against her clit. After a few moments, her breathing
changed. I licked my little finger and
gently inserted it into her backside. I
could feel the bottle in her pussy separated from my finger by a thin
membrane. I could feel the vibrations from her battery
operated new friend. And then I could
feel her anus contract rhymically around my finger. My pert little school teacher came with a
beer bottle up her snatch and my finger up her ass.
With her husbands come in
her gullet.
Life was good. My cock was begging for attention. I made it wait.
When Cindy's spasms eased, I pulled the 12 ounce invader
slowly out of her vagina. She moaned
with relief, face buried in the carpeting, ass up. Her pussy had a certain looseness I found
off-putting. I believe she was silently
crying.
"Party's over Ed.
Let's hit the sack." I followed him to his bedroom.
"You know you don't have to lock me in, right?"
he stated quietly.
"How would it look to your pretty wife if I didn't
set that hanger against the door to warn me if you escaped? How would that look?",
I posed the question to him.
"It's time she accepted the fact that going along is
the only way we'll get by," he answered matter of factly. I stared at him, thinking.
"Okay, Ed, no lock.
But I don't want you wandering around in the night. Understood?" He nodded his head and headed into his room,
shutting the door behind him.
My teacher lay in ruins on the floor where we had left
her.
"Let's go, my little teacher-whore. You've still got to get me off before you
sleep. You can clean up
tomorrow."
Cindy's head raised up and she
dragged herself to her feet. I lubed
myself up and slid under the covers in the guest room. Cindy went into the hallway bathroom and I
heard the whistling whish of her urine in the toilet bowl before she
flushed.
An erotic
sound.
No noisy fan in
there. She brushed her teeth before
joining me under the covers, staring intently into my eyes. My curiosity was aroused.
"let's talk," she
whispered. She had the perfect features
of a goddess. Damn, I loved her
face.
Green eyes.
They might have been contacts though. Straight little nose.
Perfect teeth.
Blonde bangs hanging in her eyes. She snuggled up against me willingly for the
first time.
"Let's kiss," I said. I kissed her and she didn't resist. Our tongues met and tangoed. I held her against me, her soft jugs crushed
against my chest. When we broke for air,
she spoke.
"That thing you had Edwin build. It scares me.
And then that little table he fixed up.
He was only too glad to do it. He
wants you to rape me. He doesn't care
about me. He wants you to hurt
me." Her voice was choked with
emotion.
"And?"
"And I don't want you to force me and whip me and
rape me. I'll do some things for you,
but I want to do them willingly.
But not for Edwin.
Not for you and Edwin.
Just you."
Her
finger traced a line down my chest and belly down to my erection.
"Why?"
"Edwin isn't the man I thought he was. I could find myself attracted to a big strong
boy like you. A lady needs to feel
special before she returns her love. Not
forced or humiliated. I could be so nice
to you. I could make it special between
us. We don't need Edwin." Her fingers slid gently around the crown of
my penis, milking me. I could feel
myself falling under her spell if I didn't lack empathy.
My Witchy woman.
"So how would this work?" I asked, already
sensing her answer.
"It's easy.
You save your fits of anger for Edwin.
He could be your whipping boy. It
wouldn't bother me. I'll even whip him
for you if you want. You save your love
for me. You can save the nasty stuff for
Edwin. He could clean me between my legs
when we finish lovemaking. I don't want
him coming in me anymore. He's not
worthy, like you are." Her long
fingernails scratched lightly on my balls.
Exquisite feeling.
I pretended to consider.
She gave a pretty smile watching me.
"Is there anything I could do to make your decision easier,
Damien?"
I said in my best shy boy voice, "could I...you
know...in your butt?"
My teacher's smile faltered a moment, then
re-lit itself. "It's not something
I'm fond of, lover. But just this once,
okay?"
I nodded eagerly for her benefit.
Cynthia Van Horn turned over, spooning her perfect ass
against my groin. "I'll tell you
this, Damien. I've never let Edwin up
there. It's something I could endure
only for someone like you."
I grabbed the lubricant and lubed my penis. I wiped my hand on the sheets and pressed up
against her backside. Lifting her cheek,
I felt around for her delicate anus. I
made contact and pressed forward. She
groaned in discomfort. "Oh, that
feels strange, Damien.
It kind of hurts.
Go
slow."
I slowly sent the head of my penis into her. It popped in almost audibly. My pretty teacher was stiff, the tendons in
her neck tight.
We rested a moment, linked together through my raging
penis. Then I pushed forward.
Inserted the length of my
boyish cock into her womanly anus.
She gasped, but said nothing. I
raised my head slightly. My pretty
teacher was biting down on her pillow, eyes closed tightly.
"You're so warm and tight back there. I really appreciate this, Mrs. Van Horn"
I said, in my best Eddie Haskel voice.
"It's okay, Damien,"
she grunted. "I want you to enjoy
this special treat, just this once. Just
this once, okay?" Her voice was
pleading.
"Okay."
"I'm going to go for it now, Mrs. Van Horn. Are you ready?"
"Go ahead, lover.
But be gentle. And I'll have to
leave right when we finish to go to the bathroom. I'm not used to something up there, and it
gives me a bad feeling in my butt. Then
I'll come back, and we'll snuggle close all night. Won't that be nice? OOH.. OOH.."
I had thrust into her by way of reply, before
answering. "Yes, Mrs. Van
Horn. I'd really like that." I sawed into her, each thrust bringing a
pained response from her. I leaned
forward and kissed the back of her neck, sending chills through her. I continued my assault on her backside. She began panting as I sodomized her. I'd swear my cock had encountered something
far up her ass, but I was too busy to check myself. My poor teacher took it. Lay there and took it, hoping for better days
ahead.
My orgasm approaching, I took the initiative. "Oh, I'm going to come! I LOVE YOU MRS. VAN HORN! I LOVE YOU! She didn't say anything immediately. She lay there panting and grunting.
Then whispered.
"Come in me, come in me! Hurry up!"
I blew a gusher up into her sphincter; buried inside her
rectum, I let go of my load. My cock
spurted into her brown passage. I'd
swear I filled her up. Teacher lay there
passively, accepting my goo up her ass, waiting for the moment I'd let up on
her. I came to rest finally, still
buried to the root in her back passage.
So nice and warm.
Like a velvet glove around my shrinking cock.
"Damien, let me up;" she was urgent. I let her go.
She moved away and my penis came free, dripping with my semen. She slid carefully out of our bed, walking a
bit hunched over. Her stomach muscles
were tight as she hurried out the bedroom door to the bathroom. I heard her sit down and moan. A second later, a huge wet fart then a sluice
of shit hit the water. She groaned out
loud. I smiled to myself. I listened to her discomfort.
A few minutes later, I heard her wipe and flush. I immediately feigned sleep. She came back into the room. She stopped, surprised that I could be
asleep. She had promised to cuddle with
me.
Part of her plan
to renegotiate.
She whispered my
name several times. I did not
respond. Finally, she climbed into her
side of the bed and lay huddled up.
Making no attempt to touch me.
We lay motionless together. Five minutes later, she was back in the
bathroom, farting and shitting loosely.
Moaning in dismay.
When she returned again, she clambered into bed and fell asleep. I relaxed and followed her to dreamland.
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Chapter Four: "Mighty tempting offer, ma'am, but I
have to say no."
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When Sunday morning came, I was awakened by a kiss on my
chest. Opening my eyes slowly, I noted
my little teacher planting kisses on my nipples. Highly erotic way to wake up, I thought. My cock stood up to see better. I could smell her minty fresh breath.
"Good morning, my big strong loverboy. Have you thought about what I said last
night?", she cooed into my chest. I arose, not wanting her fingernails anywhere
near me when she found out the truth. I could smell coffee and breakfast smells
wafting throughout the home.
"What's for breakfast?" I grunted.
"Bacon, eggs, hash browns.
Edwin got up early. He likes to cook breakfast and eat it in bed
reading the paper. You and I could do
that if you'd like," she simpered from the bed. I looked at her beautiful ass, and thought
seriously about that proposition. But I
wanted to be gone.
"Let's go see what's going on." She followed me into the kitchen, naked as a
jaybird. I was naked too, but that sure
wasn't exciting to me. I did not feel
like eating. I found my clothes and
dressed. Cindy watched me. I could swear she was checking out my
bod. I do have a beautiful body for a
teenager.
Nicely
muscled.
My abdomen has really
nice definition. Good for me.
"Edwin, go stand with Cindy."
Edwin was dressed in some lame ass
pajamas.
Had
everything but feetsies on them.
I made them hold hands. They
appeared reluctant to do so.
"First I'd like to thank you for a lovely
weekend. It was a lot of fun. I've learned a lot about each of you. And I hope you've taken away something from
me. Our journey is about halfway through
I'd say. I give you the rest of the day
to enjoy as you may. I am going
home. I'll stop back Friday night for a
few hours. Around
Edwin cleared his throat.
"Um..., could you get me about a thousand dollars this week? Some unforeseen charges appeared on our Visa
Card." He glared at our little
naked Cindy.
"Gladly," I replied.
"Anything else?"
"You don't want to stay for breakfast before you
go?" You don't want to do anything
today?" He seemed
disappointed. I was betting he wanted to
try out his crucifix.
"No, I'm all set, thank-you. Cindy, any questions before I go?"
She hesitated.
"About what we talked about.
Do we have an agreement?"
"No," I said simply. "We don't have anything. I have something. You still have nothing."
Any other questions?"
She seemed to melt in front of me. I knew Edwin was curious about what we were
talking about. Nonetheless, he would be
relieved to hear that I had rejected her offers. She rose up stiffly to address me.
"I'm busy Friday night. I'm going out with some people from
school. If I'm not there, they'd wonder
what was wrong. I have to go," she
snapped.
"That's fine, as long as you're back by ten at
night." I gave her some rope to
hang herself with.
"I don't know what time I'll be home," she said
frustrated and angry. She actually
stamped her pretty little foot on the carpet.
"By now you should know what's good for
you." I wheeled around and left out
the back door.
On the way back to my shitty little piece of the world, I
wondered why I hadn't stayed for a nice teacher whipping on the new
crucifix. Damn, I didn't understand
myself. Oh well.
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End of Teacher Passes the Test,Part
2 of 10, Who Sleeps on the Wet Spot? by
Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF everything)
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In Part 4 of
Teacher Passes the Test--Nothing Like a Facial to
Tighten up those Pores--our anti-hero waits patiently for his puppy love to
return home from a night out with her friends.
A spanking good time.
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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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