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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 
New York had died.  Edwin was non-committal.  He told her he didn't 
think I would accept that--that I would demand to see a death notice in 
that town's paper.  He told her simply that it wouldn't work, and even 
if it did, I'd make her do something nasty when she got back.  He added 
that he didn't want her to have to "do him" in the school because if we 
were caught, the whole truth would come out.  He tried to reassure her 
that he would do everything in his power to ensure that she wasn't hurt.  
She didn't want to hear it.  Ed's streak of sleeping alone continued.  

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 Ohio State tee-shirt.  I came back in and locked 
the doors.

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 midnight.
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 8:30 a.m.  I listened to the sounds of the home.  Outside, 
the birds were chirping and light slanted in through the mini-blinds, 
dappling the sheets we lay under.  The house was quiet.  Cindy lay in my 
arms, all fucked out.  My penis had slipped out of her during the night.  
The television was still on.  I could hear Edwin snoring through the 
walls.  How to break up such a peaceful tableau?  How to get the day 
started right?  I stealthily anointed my penis with the water-based 
Astro-Glide.  Not totally erect, I advanced into my pretty teacher's 
pussy, spooned against my groin.  She moaned in her sleep.  My entry was 
smooth, without resistance.  Firmly implanted in Cindy, I let myself go 
limp inside her.  When I was ready, I started.  

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 Man.  I asked him what that meant.  Ed told me I 
didn't have to worry about him trying to fuck me up.  Said I could do 
what I wanted with him and Cindy.  That it didn't matter anymore.  He 
figured when this was done, Cindy would divorce him anyway, and that 
wasn't as frightening a proposition as it once was.  Let some other guy 
shoulder that burden for a few years, he said.  

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 11:30 p.m. 

"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 10:00, I expect.  
Edwin, is there anything you need?"  

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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