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Teacher Passes the Test, Part 2 of 10, Mr. Teacher's Wild Ride by 
Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF,everything) 

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I saw Mrs. Van Horn briefly the next Monday in school.  She looked 
haggard, as though she hadn't slept much last night after I gave her the 
facial.  In my Humanities class, she avoided looking in my direction for 
the whole period.  When the bell sounded at the end of the class, she 
tensed, fearing I would stroll up to her and demand another blowjob.  I 
left without pestering her.  

Mrs. Van Horn was the cheerleader coach at the school, grooming good-
looking, affluent young ladies like herself to preen and flounce before 
the crowds.  It was a position that took a few extra hours a week to 
perform.  I suppose it was her little way of paying back the System that 
produced fine young thoroughbreds like she had been. 

I headed out of the school, back to the foster home where I lived.  I 
wasn't feeling all that randy yet.  I bided my time, helping the 
McGwire's with the chores around the house.  They loved me, and 
gratefully extended total freedom to me, never asking where I was going 
or what I had been doing.  They were sorely overworked, having received 
ten boys to care for, and they were appreciative of any effort to help 
them.  

A long about Wednesday evening, it was time to head back to the Van 
Horn's.  After helping Mrs. McGwire with the dishes, I headed out.  It 
was less than 2 miles to the Van Horn residence, and the evening was 
pleasantly cool.  As the shadows increased on my purposeful walk, I 
noticed a white Ford Expedition following me.  It was Ed Van Horn, 
tailing me to see if I dropped an incriminating letter into a mailbox to 
be mailed should I fail to return home.  Typical movie bullshit.  I was 
somewhat startled though.  I thought Ed's beating and the promise that I 
might stop tormenting them would have curtailed any attempt to get the 
better of me.  I was highly disappointed and somewhat upset.  He 
certainly wasn't very good at surveillance.  I decided on a plan of 
action on the spot.  

I ducked into the Public Library, my sanctuary when I needed to get away 
from the chaos at my home.  I was fast becoming recognized and welcome 
there--I spent a lot of time reading--and I was a quiet, respectful boy.  
I borrowed a sheet of paper, an envelope and bought a stamp from the 
small dispenser there.  I typed a short note and placed it in the 
envelope, which I addressed to the Police Department.  I placed the 
stamp on the envelope and walked out.  Ed Van Horn was parked farther 
down the street, probably congratulating himself on his 
inconspicuousness.  I walked into his subdivision, so that he would have 
no doubt that I was heading to his home to rape his wife.  One street 
away from his home, I stopped in front of a homeowner's mailbox.  
Looking around theatrically, I placed my envelope in the mailbox and 
strode energetically around the corner onto the Van Horn's street.  I 
listened as I walked.  I heard the Expedition moving up and stopping.  
Seconds later, I could hear the Expedition squeal away.  I was on their 
street, so Ed had go around and come home from the other end of the 
street to avoid passing me.  I broke into a run.  I didn't want Ed to 
have time to open that letter before I got to his house.  

It worked perfectly.  As I strode up the driveway to their secluded 
home, Ed pulled up in the Expedition, staring grimly at me as he pulled 
into the garage.  He jumped out of the car and approached me.  I could 
tell by his bearing that he was pleased with himself.  I noted that he 
had stopped using the cane and neck brace routine.   

"Well, if it isn't young Mister Damien North, coming over to my home 
uninvited again.  Come in, come in."  Ed opened the back door and 
ushered me into the home.  

"I'm sorry, Cindy's not home yet.  She'll be along soon."

"That's fine.  I can wait." I said simply.  

"I've just been checking the mail.  I've got a letter right here."  

Ed pulled my letter to the police out of his shirt.  He stopped and 
stared at the envelope.  

"Wait a second--this isn't addressed to me...this is addressed to the 
Police Department".  He glanced at me triumphantly.  

I did my best to look like I was at a loss for words.  

"I wonder what it says?" Ed's words were charged with sarcasm, the 
lowest form of humor.  "I guess I'll just have to open it, won't I?"

I said nothing.  The letter had one sentence.  As Ed ripped open the 
letter and read it, I inched closer to him.  As his brow furrowed in 
puzzlement, I prepared myself.  

"Read it out loud," I commanded him.  

"This letter entitles the bearer to one free ass kicking...", his words 
trailed off as he finished.  He lowered the letter to look at me in 
sudden consternation.  It hadn't been what he expected at all.  My foot 
connected on a roundhouse swing with his stomach.  Ed made a nice 
whoofing sound as his dropped to the floor, the letter fluttering in the 
air as he fell.  I followed up with a second drop-kick as he rested on 
his hands and knees.  Another nice whoofing sound and Eddie threw up.  I 
bent over and slapped the glasses right off his face.  Eddie curled up 
into a fetal position, expecting to become the recipient of another nice 
beating.  He had lost again and had given up hope.  I pulled his belt 
off him forcibly and laid into him, striking him hard with the thick 
leather, making him cry out when the belt struck his back and neck.  He 
curled tighter and tighter.  His initial beating went quickly because I 
was tiring.  I tossed his belt aside and pulled his shoes off.  Reaching 
in, I undid his pants and pulled them off.  His underwear was dry this 
time.  I ripped the shirt off his back and pulled his socks off.  Edwin 
Van Horn was reduced to a naked, sobbing, short, bearded guidance 
counselor.  One with some nice welts forming.  

"Get out to the garage," I ordered, kicking him in the ass.  "Crawl."

"The neighbors-,"he whined.

"--won't see you." I finished.  I left the back door open and drove him 
with the belt out the door on his hands and knees.  I allowed him to 
crawl on the grass rather than the blacktop.  And I lack empathy, eh?
I halted him in the center of the garage, a three car garage with 
Eddie's workbench and tools perfectly arranged under the incandescent 
lighting.  I located some cloth clothesline and roped his hands 
together.  Eddie was still snuffling quietly, the fight taken out of 
him.  I noticed a tube of lithium grease.  I backed Eddie on his hands 
and knees toward the sidewall, the belt whistling savagely around his 
head as he backed up in fear.  Looking around, I noticed a push broom, 
neatly hung up on the wall.  I grabbed that broom and laid it on the 
floor, the brush backed up against the wall.  I squirted a generous 
dollop of grease on the large, smooth wooden tip of the broom.    

"Back up Eddie".  He backed up slowly and I positioned the handle at his 
big pink anus.  He froze at the contact with the wooden broom handle.  I 
walked to the front of him and stood at his head, pushing his shoulders 
back forcing the broom handle into him.  He gasped in shock as his 
rectum was impaled.  

That's when I saw it.  I couldn't believe it at first.  It didn't seem 
right after all we had just been through.  Eddie had an erection poking 
out of the mess of pubic hair at his groin.  I was taken aback.  It was 
an angry little red erection, standing stiffly out from the rest of his 
pale, untanned, chunky little body. 

I shucked off my jeans and underwear and knelt down.  My rigid cock 
slapped Ed in the face, drawing his attention.  He reared up to avoid 
the contact.  I pushed him back down into a kneeling position with the 
broom handle lodged up his ass.  I pushed him back until he groaned 
aloud.  Grabbing the belt, I looped it around his neck and then told him 
to suck me.  

"No...no...no..." Ed moaned helplessly.  

I tightened the belt around his neck, choking him.  

"You get it done now, or I practice on your unconscious body, Eddie.  
What's it going to be?" 

Ed's face turned red first, then moved well into the purple before his 
mouth finally opened. I immediately loosened the belt and waited for his 
color to improve.  When I judged he was getting back to normal, I 
inserted my penis into his mouth.  

Don't get me wrong.  I'm not homosexual or even bisexual.  Not that 
there's anything wrong with that.  This was a pure power trip at Ed's 
expense.  And that's exciting.  And that's why my cock swelled while 
resting in Ed's mouth.  Why didn't Ed bite my cock off?  That's like 
asking why a swimmer doesn't fight a shark that has fatally bitten.  
It's far too late for heroics.  

I instructed teacher Edwin Van Horn in the art of sucking my cock, and 
he took to it like a cat to water.  I had him holding me in his mouth 
while laving the underside of my cock with his tongue.  I had him 
gagging like a schoolgirl when I made him deepthroat me.  I had him 
practice exciting only the head of my cock, and then ordered him to 
bestow a tongue bath on my balls.  He was soon compliant in every way.  
Until the lights of his wife's car coming up the curving drive bathed us 
in a revealing light.  

Mrs. Van Horn's car stopped short on seeing us.  After a few seconds, 
the headlights went out and she came scrambling out of the car and 
running into the garage.  She pressed the door button to lower the 
overheadgarage door.

"What are you doing?  WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!" she screamed over the 
sound of the door.  She looked shocked seeing her husband's face within 
a foot of my wet cock, and the broom handle disappearing between his 
white hairy buttocks.  

"Just getting warmed up for you, Mrs. Van Horn," I answered.  "I should 
probably just call you Cindy, now that we're all acquainted, eh?"

"This is...this is...", she sputtered.  

"Take your clothes off", I ordered.  

"Oh No", she cringed away from me, suddenly concerned about her own 
safety.  

I looked at Ed's face, crimson with the shame or the effort.  He was 
watching her intently.  

"Stay here Ed--I won't be a moment," I promised.  Rising to my feet, I 
crossed over to Cindy and grabbed her by the arms.  

"Do you strip now Cindy or do I rip these nice clothes right off you?  I 
promise you won't like it if I do," I threatened.  

"oh no", she whispered, tears forming in her eyes.  

I spun her around and ripped the blouse right off her.  Dragging her 
backwards at the edge of her loss of balance, I seized a pair of cutters 
from the workbench and cut the bra straps right off her back.  Cindy 
screamed once.  I leaned into her ear and whispered that if she screamed 
again, it would be the last time.  Cindy let loose an unending stream of 
"no...no...no...".  It was intoxicating.  I popped the buttons on the 
side of her skirt and hauled her skirt down to her ankles.  Her beige 
silk panties I ripped right off her.  Her hands flew to cover her 
private parts from me.  I spun her around and hugged her to me.  Her 
eyes were wide with fright.  She was on the edge of hysteria.  I looked 
over her shoulder at Edwin.  He hadn't moved a muscle.  He rested on his 
elbows with the broom lodged up his ass watching us. 

"Let me see what you've got for me, Cindy," I said, holding her at arms 
length in front of me.  Her breasts hung on her chest, magnificent 
handfuls.  Quite a rack for a small woman.  Her aureoles were the rare 
large pancake, dusky pink variety with large nipples.  I never would 
have guessed that.  Her belly was soft and perfect; her hips graceful; 
her legs short and curvy.  Another surprise--her pussy was shaved.  How 
decadent.  How alluring.  Teacher Cindy Van Horn had a shaved monkey, 
hidden beneath the dignity of her school marm clothes!

"Oh, that's a nice package, Mrs. Van Horn."  Me and Ed can have fun with 
that.."  

I pulled her over to Ed.   

"Ed tried to pull a fast one again, Cindy.  I made him pay.  He's paying 
right now, wouldn't you say?"  

She didn't answer.  I went on.  

"Tell me honestly.  Do you think you can beat me?"  

Cindy shook her head mutely, the tears falling silently down her pretty 
face.  

"Can Ed beat me?"

Again a no.  

"If you put your heads together--which I'm afraid you've already done--
collaborated against me, I mean--could the two of you beat me?"

She shook her head, staring at Ed at our feet.

"Would you agree that I hold all the cards--your dope, your money, your 
future,?"

Cindy Van Horn nodded fervently.

"Do you believe that I'm unbalanced?

A somber religious nod.  

"Be honest now, Mrs. Van Horn.  Do you trust that eventually I'll tire 
of you and leave you alone, just like I said I would?"

"will you?", she whispered.  

"I will.  This is only going to last a few months, until I'm satisfied 
with you.  Then I'm gone.  You'll get your dope money and your dope 
back.  You'll get your life back.  But if I see any further attempts 
made by either of you to stop my game before it's through, I can't even 
imagine the lengths I'll go to hang you.  Do you understand?"

"yes", she breathed, terrified by me.  

To Eddie:  "And do you understand Eddie?"  He nodded his head quickly.  

I swung back to Cindy Van Horn.  

"Now you listen and you listen good.  I'm just a bit tired of your 
bullshit.  I came here to fuck you.  I ran into your dumb ass husband 
and he attacked me.  Again.  See who won?  Again?  Now you get over 
there and you do what I say when I say to do it.  I'm not interested in 
your thoughts on the subject.  Understand?".  

She nodded, galvanized by my anger.  

I ordered Eddie to turn over onto his back.  He groaned as he slowly 
turned over.  The broom handle fell out of his ass.  After he lay 
heavily on his back on the cool cement of the garage, I went to his legs 
and reinserted the broom.  At my encouragement, he slowly slid his body 
towards the wall, impaling himself anew on the broom.  I watched Cindy.  
Her face was impassive.  Her right arm attempted to cover the expanse of 
her heavy breasts; her left hand covered her pussy.  Her face was 
impassive, but I thought I saw a glint of disgust at her husband's 
predicament.  Eddie maintained his stubby erection throughout.  

"You see Ed's cock Cindy?" She glanced at his groin, and witnessed his 
reaction to the rough treatment.  She looked at his face; Eddie closed 
his eyes.  "Why don't you help him Cindy?  Get on all fours and climb 
over him.  Put your ass over his face."  She hesitated only an instant, 
then did as she was told.  She was content to lower her pussy in the 
direction of his face, but loathe to place her face anywhere near his 
jutting cock.  I dropped back down to my knees at Ed's head.  I lowered 
my cock to Edwin's lips.  At the contact his eyes opened, unfocused.  
"Get me wet, Ed", I ordered.  I grabbed the loose end of the belt around 
his neck.  I didn't have to tighten up.  Ed's mouth popped open and I 
pressed my cock down to luxuriate in the warmth of his mouth.  My 
erection swelled anew.  

"I've been teaching your husband some new tricks Cindy.  He's getting 
good at giving me some skull.  Practice is what it's all about.  How 
about you practice on Ed for a while?  He's obviously excited.  I want 
you to get him off with your mouth.  Go," I ordered.  

Cindy gave a little sob in her throat.  She leaned over Ed's groin and 
took him into her mouth.  She bobbed her face up and down over his cock.  
I bet that felt good to him.  I watched one of her tears fall onto his 
bruised thigh.  When I felt my cock had reposed long enough in Ed's 
bearded mouth, I removed it.  Cindy's heart shaped ass was right in 
line.  I placed my hands on her cheeks and spread them, exposing the 
small brown star of her asshole.  Cindy tensed when I placed my hands 
upon her.  Her mouth slipped off Ed's member.  

"No,no,no Cindy.  We just talked about this.  I don't want to hear you.  
You're going to say you don't want a butt fucking aren't you?  But I'm 
sure Ed didn't want a beating and a broom up his ass, and I didn't want 
to be kneeling on a cold garage floor.  So let's all make the best of 
it.  Get you mouth back on him."

Cindy sobbed and placed her mouth back on Ed's penis, milking him.  I 
lined up my saliva-soaked penis with her inviting ass and pushed my cock 
at her.  She moaned in discomfort as the head of my cock fought against 
her defenses ,then sank into her.  I waited there for her to accommodate 
my girth.  She stiffened as though a poker was being shoved up her ass.  
I could tell she didn't like this one bit.  I could see Ed's face down 
beneath my legs.  His eyes were open now, watching me take his wife's 
ass.  I forged ahead into her rectum, pulling her ass back to accept me.  
She screamed into Ed's cock.  I began stroking into her.  It seemed 
mighty uncomfortable to her to judge by her muffled yelps.  

I sawed into her for at least five minutes, her dainty brown anus 
changing to a swollen, reddened circle.  It was heaven in there.  She 
never once let up with her cries as she finished Ed off.  I felt him 
stiffen under us and Cindy's mouth flew off his cock.  He jetted his 
load onto his stomach, coating his hairs with milky semen.  Cindy 
studiously avoided it, spitting his initial jet onto his stomach.  I 
redoubled my efforts in her backside to the accompaniment of her cries.  
As I came, I pulled out and shot my load down onto Eddie's neck and 
chest.  He tensed as though my semen was battery acid.  My cock was 
browned with a small curlicue of Cindy's shit clinging to the side of 
the shaft.  It had been nice up her back passage.  Cindy's new red eye 
gaped forlornly at me, seeking my sympathies.   Her ass closed slowly as 
she fell off Ed onto her side on the cold cement.  She was all fucked 
out.  

"Not yet, Cindy.  You've still got to clean Ed off.  It appears that 
I've messed on him.  And you should have swallowed when he started 
coming in your mouth.  Clean him.  Go," I ordered her.  

Cindy didn't move.  I knew she had heard me.  I slipped the belt off 
Ed's neck.  I gave her a few extra seconds to comply.  When she didn't 
move, I stood up and brought the belt crashing down on the top cheek of 
her ass.  Cindy screamed.  I hit her again, striking both cheeks.  Cindy 
scrambled back onto her knees, burying her face in the come on Ed's 
stomach.  Her lips pinched together and sucked his skin clean, moving 
slowly around collecting the strands of his semen.  When she was fairly 
started, I relaxed.  When she finished Ed's lower portion, she moved up 
his body and sucked my spend off his chest hairs.  I saw a glob of my 
semen that had missed Ed on my initial volley.  It lay glistening on the 
cement.  I pointed it out to Cindy; her tongue snaked out and rasped 
against the concrete, licking my wad off the floor.  She looked up 
hopefully when she was through.  Her ass bore two red bands where I had 
whipped her.  I beckoned  her to rise.  She stood up stiffly, hunched as 
though she had to take a shit.  I hugged her with one hand while snaking 
my penis over her lower belly, cleaning myself on her skin.  She watched 
mutely.  

"Ed, you can take that broom out now," I said quietly.  Ed slid up the 
floor, the broom handle clattered to the floor, besmirched with his 
shit.  He looked totally exhausted.  I held Cindy's nude body, one hand 
clasped around her waist possessively, the other playing idly with a big 
dangling tit.  I addressed my comments to both of them.  

    

"Well, that certainly was fun.  I hadn't expected to use Cindy's ass 
tonight.  I'd say it went well.  What do you guys have going this week-
end?"

My question hung in the air, until Ed finally said, "we have a wedding 
Saturday, and Cindy's parents are coming over Sunday for dinner."  

"How about the next week-end?", I pressed.  Surely knew better than to 
delay me.  "nothing", Cindy whispered.  

"Then it's settled.  I'm spending that week-end at your house.  From 
Friday night to Sunday.  I think we'll have a good time, don't you?"

They didn't answer.  It's possible they thought I was being facetious.  

Finally, Ed said, "If it's not too big a deal, I'll need some of our 
money back.  I have to make the mortgage and car payments."  Such odd 
words coming from a naked man laying on his back in a garage.  

"Can you do another dope deal?", I asked, curious.  

"We're--I'm--out of that game, Ed amended.  "It ended the first night 
you came over".  

"How much you need?"

"About eighteen hundred".  

I pretended to think briefly.  Their money meant nothing to me. "I'll 
leave the money with our pretty, little schoolteacher in class tomorrow, 
okay?"

"I'd appreciate that," Ed said quietly, without the least hint of 
sarcasm.  Even Cindy relaxed visibly at my side.  Her left hand rubbed 
idly at her ass where I'd struck her.  They must be driven by the need 
for money, I thought to myself. 

"Well, to avoid awkward pauses in our conversation, I'll take my leave 
now.  You guys must be tired.  I hope we all have a better understanding 
of our relationship such as it is for the time being.  Remember, there 
is a light at the end of the tunnel.  Don't fuck with me, and I won't 
fuck with you too much."

I dressed and left them in the garage.  I left out the side door.  I 
left them to confront the realities about themselves that they had 
discovered that night. 

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End of Teacher Passes the Test,Part 2 of 10, Mr. Teacher's Wild Ride by 
Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF everything)


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 In Part 3 of Teacher Passes the Test--He Sleeps on the Wet Spot-- our 
anti-hero spends a week-end at the Van Horn's home putting the pretty 
schoolteacher through her paces. 

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