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Copyright (C) 1999,   Shakespeare_I._Aint.  ALL Rights Reserved

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Summary:  In part seven Teacher Passes the Test, our anti-hero pampers 
his 
teacher.  Or at least puts her in Pampers...


Teacher Passes the Test, Part 7 of 10, What Have You Been Eating? 
(m/MF, everything)
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On the week-end, I scored my big drug deal.  Scored big.  I sold one 
kilo of cocaine mixed with five bags of carefully crushed rice flake, 
like little babies eat.  I ripped the buyers off badly.  Boy, did my 
beeper and cell phone ring.  Made me kind of glad these assholes didn't 
know my real name or where I lived.  The funniest thing about the 
transaction was that I had originally bought from them.  Long story 
short, one of the foster brothers I had a few years ago was deep into 
the gang thing.  Lived and breathed it.  I dropped back into his life.  
Told him I wanted to be a Player.  He hooked me up with some Boyz.  And 
they hooked me up with other Boyz.  When I had the right degree of 
separation, I started buying cocaine.  By the gram, then by the ounce, 
then multi-ounces, then half a kilo.  They were making good money off 
me, and they were impressed by my ability to move Product.  They came to 
trust me.  I found they were paying twelve thousand dollars a kilo to 
their supplier.  I came to them and told them I found a supply for nine 
thousand a kilo; an almost impossible deal, and offered them a good 
taste.  What they were tasting was the stuff they had sold me in the 
past.  And they wanted in.  To the tune of six kilos.  I mixed their 
real cocaine with my real fake rice flake and sold it back to them.  It 
passed their initial test because they always tested the same part of 
each bag.  And the self-made gangsta's fell for it, hook, line and 
sinker..  They had my beeper and cell phone number.  Knew what motel 
room I had frequented.  Knew what car I had been illegally driving.  
Couldn't provide my name or where I lived if their lives depended on it.  
Stupid, stupid people.  

I escaped with a thirty-five thousand dollar profit in one month.  By 
ripping off two hard-core criminals.  So I retired from the drug trade.  
I turned my thoughts back to my pretty little teacher and her husband, 
whose money had made my foray into illicit drugs possible.  

On the following Friday morning, I stopped in to see my Guidance 
Counselor, Edwin Van Horn.  He was back to work from his alleged slip 
and fall injury; in there shuffling papers until he saw me out in the 
common area of the principal's office.  He ushered me in, closing the 
door behind him.  He seemed at ease, happy, confident and in control 
inside his little domain.  He motioned me to a seat across from his desk 
and waited for me to speak.  

"Hello, Mr. Van Horn, are conversations in this office monitored?"

Edwin looked blank for a few seconds, then laughed.  "No, Damien.  We 
don't monitor or tape conversations here.  We're here to help, 
remember?"

I judged that he was telling the truth.  Edwin seemed very interested in 
my visit.  And my motivations.   

"Damien, you really suspected that this room might be bugged didn't you?  
You're that suspicious?  That untrusting?"

I gave him my best impassive stare.  

"Relax, Damien.  Anything you say here is just between you and me.  And 
Cindy, of course, if it pertains to her.  What brings you here?  What I 
can do for you?"

I was uncomfortable, but I had to know the status of our relationship.  
I had to know how they saw their status.  Would they still be submissive 
to me?  "I wanted to know the repercussions from last week.  The night 
we whipped Cindy.  You know.  Any bad fall-out I should know about?"

Edwin peered over his glasses at me in a priest-confessorly way.  He 
seemed like he wanted to at least score some macho points on me.  What 
the hell, it was it his office after all.  And his wife we had whipped 
and butt-fucked.  "You mean the night you and Cindy had that little 
discussion when she drove you home?"  

"Yeah, that night," I almost growled.  

He paused, reflecting, then shook his large, bearded face.  "No, 
everything's fine.  Cindy and I are getting along wonderfully together.
His eyes took on a pre-emptory warning.  "We've got a wedding Saturday 
night, and my parents are coming over Sunday.  The week-end's pretty 
much tied up, Damien, if that's what you're getting at."

We stared at each other uncomfortably for a minute.  I broke the 
silence.  Having come to his office to talk, it was only fair that I 
broach the subjects. 

"You guys realize that I wouldn't turn you into the cops, right?"  

Edwin nodded.

"So I've really got nothing on you except for the fact that I've still 
got your money."

He nodded again, waiting.

"I want to know...is it the fact that I've got your money--which I've 
promised to return, by the way--is that what's keeping this thing going?  
Or is it something else?"

Edwin Van Horn's face flushed a dark red.  He hemmed and hawed around 
before selecting a response that would seem to answer me.  

"We need that money, Damien," he stated simply.  "It's our life-savings.  
You could check.  We've got almost nothing in the bank, very little 
equity in our house, a token amount in our retirement accounts.  So yes, 
it's the money.  I get past due bills and late notices every single 
week."

"You're not being entirely truthful, Edwin," I said, for the first time 
using his first name in his own den.  "I know the money's important to 
you.  But what are you guys getting out of this little extended 
perversion of mine?  Cindy flat out admits that I'm her personal demon, 
cleansing her for a return to a happy marriage.  To you.  So what are 
you getting out of this?"

My little guidance counselor looked away, his face crimson with 
embarrassment.  One of the last things you'd expect from a professional 
counselor.  Then he wheeled on me.  

"What about you, Damien?  You told Cindy you were acting out against the 
parents you never had by mistreating us.  What about that?," he 
challenged defensively.

"What about it?" I said softly, my emotions churning.  "I was telling 
the truth.  I do believe that."

"Well...shit...I don't know...," his voice trailed off as he glanced 
away from me again.  I had touched him in a sensitive place.  

We sat there quietly for about two minutes, each lost in his own 
thoughts and each fearing to break the soothing silence.  But I never 
couldn't let a sleeping dog lie.

"You kind of like the submissive thing, don't you?"

My Edwin Van Horn went from red to a pasty white as the blood drained 
from his face.  "That's not true," he muttered weakly, staring at me.

I pressed him.  "Yes, it is true.  I've been thinking about it, Ed.  I 
think you don't mind these little excursions of ours.  I think you don't 
mind being submissive and letting me do your wife.  I'm just asking you 
to admit it."

Edwin was cornered and seemed to feel the need to fight back.  "Asking 
me or telling me, Damien?  A real dominant wouldn't ask me to admit 
anything; he'd order me to admit it."

"I never said I was dominant, you asshole.  I'm just here because I 
fixated on your wife for awhile.  I've already seen something on the 
horizon and it's drawing my interest powerfully.  Drawing my attention 
away from you and that precious little snatch you're married to."

Edwin said quietly, "Don't call her names, Damien.  That's not called 
for."

"I'm sorry, Ed.  I really am."

"You told her you loved her."

"I... I know."

"So don't call her names.  She's been real good about this whole thing."

"I know, Ed.  I was just mad at you."

Edwin turned his face full towards me.  His lower lip was trembling.  

"Okay, Damien.  This is it.  I... don't mind what's been happening.  In 
a way, it's kind of a vacation for me.  I don't have to think.  I just 
do what I'm told.  It's kind of liberating, if you know what I mean."

I told him, "I think I do."

"So if I'm kind of submissive or something, please don't make me admit 
it.  I'd like to hang on to some shreds of my masculinity if it's not 
too much to ask."

"Okay, Ed."

We sat again in silence.  Finally Ed spoke up.  

"What do you have planned for us this week-end, Damien?  I know you have 
something in mind or you wouldn't have stopped in."

"How about I come over during the day on Saturday?  Help you with the 
leaves and stuff?"

"I suppose that would be fine.  You want Cindy there too, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay.  Tomorrow we rake leaves.  Maybe something else.  But we don't 
leave marks on her, okay?  We've got a wedding Saturday night and I 
can't have her marked-up or sore, understand?"  He was imploringly 
proper about the whole thing.

"Fair enough.  You need any of your money?"

"I'll need about eighteen hundred dollars by Tuesday."

"I'll bring it by tomorrow," I promised happily.  I bounced out of my 
chair and turned to leave.  Edwin went back to shuffling his papers when 
I asked him a question I had wondered about.  

"Hey, Ed.  Did you and Cindy do anything more after she got back from 
giving me a ride home?"

Edwin Van Horn flushed like a schoolgirl.  Then he grinned sheepishly.  
"We fucked like minks, Damien.  All night long."  

Just before I hit the door, Edwin asked me what I had planned for 
tomorrow; his face anxious.  

I told him breezily that "it Depends," before I headed out.

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Chapter 2, Adult Diapers--Their not just for old people anymore...
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And so it was a happy, horny little me that did a bit of shopping at the 
drugstore, (chemist for our English friends) and headed over to my 
favorite little teacher's house to help them with the yard work.  As was 
my custom and part of my paranoia, I surveilled the home for about ten 
minutes.  A lot shorter time than normal, does that mean I'm getting 
better, Doctor?

My little teacher was sitting at the kitchen table with Edwin.  They 
were discussing an article in the newspaper, each with an amused, 
carefree expression on their faces.  A happy couple communicating.  
Thanks in large part to me.  

They were both dressed for a little work outside.  The weather in Mid-
November was shockingly warm, the remnants of El-Nino; it was 
approaching sixty degrees.  Not bikini weather, but fifteen to twenty 
degrees above normal.  The leaves on the trees had for the most part 
fallen or had been blown down in several fierce windstorms, which had 
also been unusual.  

My two educators lived in a large ranch-style home on a generous lot.  
The property ran about two hundred feet across the front and at least 
three hundred feet deep.  Everybody in this subdivision had similar 
properties.  Top dollar living.  These homes were isolated from each 
other.  Heavily wooded.  From the moment you walked into the backyard, 
you couldn't even see another house, even though you knew they were out 
there somewhere.  I'm not saying these Van Horns were rich, but their 
home beat the hell out of any other place I had ever spent time in.  But 
I digress.  My curiosity having been satisfied, I headed back to the 
front door and rang the bell.  I waited in heightening anticipation for 
one of them to admit me.  Invite me in like a vampire?  My pretty little 
teacher answered the door.  It was a special pleasure for me.  It seemed 
that Edward had always been the intermediary between me and his lovely 
little wife's charms, and it was especially gratifying to see her 
willing to answer the door knowing her "personal demon" waited hungrily 
for a chance to climb between her legs.  

Cindy Van Horn was dressed in her ever-present bulky gray sweatsuit, the 
intent, I believe, to hide those magnificent breasts from the world.  On 
such a petite woman, those jugs loomed huge and inviting.  She invited 
me in, a warm, almost maternally sympathetic expression on her face 
until she saw the shopping bag in my hands.  Her face turned serious as 
she led me back to the warm, sunlit kitchen where Edwin sipped his 
coffee and appraised me.  

"Hello, Damien.  What do you have in the bag?" Edwin spoke for both of 
them.  I could sense the nervousness in these people.  Maybe Saturday 
morning sex, without benefit of intoxication or stupefaction wasn't 
their cup of tea.  

"Hi, Ed.  I've just brought a few things to make our yard work go more 
efficiently."

"May I ask what?"  Ever the formal Edwin.  

I turned to his demure little wife, my puppy-love teacher, who had 
seated herself at the table.  "How about you, Mrs. Van Horn?  Are you as 
curious as Ed?"

She gave a nervous smile, glancing at her husband for support before 
facing me.  "Yes, I am.  And stop calling me 'Mrs. Van Horn'.  We're 
past that."  

"Okay.  Cindy then.  We'll since you're both so curious, I'll show you.  
I figured that we've got a lot of leaves to rake and only a short time 
to work in.  So I brought something that will help eliminate some of the 
time wasted on personal matters.  That way you'll work more efficiently 
and maybe we will have more time to sample Cindy's goodies." 

My little schoolteacher blushed, but not altogether displeased, I hoped.  
They watched me silently, waiting for me to lay it out for them.  So in 
the absence of feedback, I continued.  

"I've brought some for each of you.  If you'll consent to me putting 
them on you, we can begin."  With that, I reached into my shopping bag.  

At the drugstore, I had purchased adult diapers, the kind old, 
incontinent people wear.  I had bought a set for him and a set for her.  
I tossed the packages lightly at them and watched their puzzled 
expressions change to shock as they read the packages lying on the table 
in front of them.  Cindy was the first to speak.  

"Adult diapers?  What?... You want us...?"

"Yes, Cindy.  I want to put these diapers on you and Edwin.  You'll pee 
in them as we work.  See?  Yours are pink and Edwin's are blue.  Kind of 
cool, isn't it?"

My teacher was flushed and still trying to grasp the scenario.  

"You mean... you want us to wear these... these... things while we are 
outside?  To go... potty in them?"  A shocked female voice can be so 
invigorating.  At least I think so.  

"Exactly.  You'll have your regular clothes on, of course.  The only 
difference will be that instead of underwear you'll have these on."  

Edwin Van Horn cleared his throat.  "Damien, don't you think you're 
carrying this urination thing too far?  I mean, Jesus--this is weird."

Resistance.  Always resistance.  Trying to make poor little Damien feel 
like a pervert because of his little ideas.  It becomes very 
discouraging, these personal attacks.  Like I sit there thinking up this 
shit, rather than having it suddenly appear with overpowering force in 
my mind.  But don't get mad yet, Damien, I told myself.  They know not 
what they do.  

"Of course, it's weird, Edwin.  It wouldn't be worth doing if it wasn't 
weird.  That's the whole point.  How many times in your life have you 
worn adult diapers?  None, right?  And after today, you'll probably 
never wear them again.  So today should always stand out in your memory 
as the 'weird' day you pissed in your adult diaper.  Understand?"

Edwin shook his big head dubiously as he stared down at the discrete 
plastic packaging of my gift to him.  "I just don't think I, I mean we 
could... you know... urin-"

"Let's do it," Cindy blurted suddenly, her voice breathlessly insistent, 
surprising Edwin and I with it's piercing insistence.  Our heads swing 
towards her.  We saw her face avoid ours as she repeated herself.  "Lets 
do it."

And I gave my look of small triumph to dubious Edwin.  Another battle 
lost, little man.  Why can't you get with the Program?

I issued Ed his marching orders.  "Ed, we need to clear the table so 
Cindy can climb on and I can put her diaper on."

We cleared the kitchen table off right quick and then we shuffled back 
self-consciously towards the table, our eyes glancing at my pretty 
little teacher, who stood there staring amusedly back at us.  Then she 
softly shrugged her shoulders and tugged her sweatpants down, carrying 
her white panties down with them.  She stepped out of the pile, her 
shorn muff presented to our view.  She backed up and then gingerly 
raised her small butt up and eased herself onto the cold wood of the 
table.  With a final adjustment, she flopped her bare ass down in front 
of a chair.  I had to concentrate on sitting down so as not to stumble 
and fall.  I had my pretty little teachers open legs spread before me.  
Just before I leaned in to smell between her legs she said, "Before you 
do anything I'll tell you--I didn't take a shower this morning--I might 
be pretty strong down there."  I stared up across my teacher's flat 
abdomen into her eyes and we communicated without words.  And I laid my 
face between her thighs.  And inhaled the muskiest, funky, hormonal 
female smell imaginable.  The unbathed woman.  Woman to the tenth power, 
far funkier than my other experiences had learnt me; it was heady stuff 
and I felt dizzy drinking it in.  I buried my face into her gash seeking 
dead fish at the source of that smelly Nile; my tongue the advance party 
with orders not to come back without information about that smell.  And 
my tongue brought back a sample of my teacher's cooze for my analysis.  
Funk City.  I licked her for more than a little while until her hips 
began to move the tiniest bit.  Then I raised my wet face and appraised 
her.  She spoke first.

"I'm ready for my diaper.  Or would you like me to go now?  In your face 
maybe?  A little bit?"  Teasing little tart. 

"I don't think so, Cindy," I said, grimacing at the thought.  "Maybe in 
Edwin's face later.  Okay?"  She nodded.  I reached over and grabbed a 
female adult diaper for my teacher.  I unfolded the flaps and inspected 
it.  Extra lining in the crotch bottom to keep wetness away from her 
vagina.  Tape straps at the top to secure the garment.  Cool.  I moved 
the diaper under Cynthia Van Horn; she raised her bottom off the table 
for me.  I slid the diaper under her and she settled down onto it.  I 
gave her pubis a final kiss and secured the tape straps onto my teacher.  
We stared at each other, faint smiles on our faces.  I nodded to her and 
she sat up and slid down off the table, the diaper rustling and puffing 
with a padded sound.  She looked so delicious in that diaper.  I almost 
wanted to give her a pacifier and put her hair in pig-tails and a baby 
hat to see how she would look.  But I judged that too deviant for this 
day, at least.  Now for Edwin.  Should I do the honors or should Cindy?

"Okay, Edwin, you're next," I announced, slapping the table in front of 
me.  Edwin moved uncertainly over to me and slowly unbuckled his jeans 
before kicking off his shoes.  He looked so ungainly standing there 
laboriously taking off his clothes.  I made a mental note right then and 
there to never let myself get out of shape like Edwin was.  His stomach 
overhung his beltline and he tended to issue a low groan when he had to 
bend over or get up out of a chair.  Finally Edwin stood naked from the 
waist down in front of us; his penis slowly rising and testing the air.  
And I knew Edwin found shit like this exciting.  I pointed to the table 
and Edwin clambered heavily up and swiveled on his asscheeks to assume 
the same position as his pretty little wife had.  His groin seemed posed 
ugily at me; the penis lengthening and pointing back up Ed's soft, white 
stomach towards his head.  I found it slightly repulsive; this white, 
hairy groin in the spot where I had feasted on my teacher's shaved 
genitalia only moments before.  

Cynthia Van Horn moved up beside me.  "Sit down, Damien.  Like you did 
for me."  I glanced over at her and shrugged.  I pulled the chair out 
and seated myself in the valley of Edwin's thighs.  I knew what was 
coming next anyway.  I was just waiting.  

Cindy stood beside me.  Her slim right arm snaked out and grasped 
Edwin's ball-sac gently and she caressed him.  Edwin gasped at the 
contact and he raised his head for a moment to see who was caressing 
him.  Like it would be me.  

"Can you bring yourself to do anything with another man, Damien?  Can 
you take him in your mouth?  For just a few seconds?  I bet you can't," 
my teacher crooned sweetly at me.  Her hand moved up to Edwin's shaft 
and she milked him gently.   

I made up my mind right then and there how far I would be taking Cindy 
that day.  She had just made her bed.  I steeled myself and leaned 
forward and opened my mouth.  And I watched Cindy lever Edwin's penis 
towards me, striking my nose with his manhood.  And then I closed my 
mouth on Edwin's penis, watching his worried face staring at me, 
expecting me to bite him a good one.  I tasted the slight bleachy tang 
of his cock in my mouth and I gave him a couple of exploratory licks to 
the underside of his shaft.  He gasped.  And my pretty little teacher 
slowly ground her diapered crotch against my right arm.  And so we 
remained for a minute.  Then I spit Edwin out and sat back.  Time to 
retake command.  

"I need a male diaper for my boy here, Cindy."

His wife opened his package of Depends and handed me a diaper.  As I 
fitted it onto Edwin, I gave his wet penis a couple of soft yanks.  

"Yeah, that wasn't so bad," I announced for Cindy's benefit.  "At least 
it's not as bad as having to lick his ass.  That really takes 
commitment.  Know what I mean, Cin?"  She gave me a startled look. 

"No, I don't know what you mean, Damien."

Well... You'll see," I finished.  I diapered Edwin, taping his diaper on 
and letting him slid clumsily off the table.  "Get dressed," I ordered 
my educator couple.  

They regarded each other sheepishly as they dressed; each sliding their 
trogs over the large diapers they sported.  When they were finished, we 
headed out the back door to the garage.  We proceeded to dispose of the 
tons of leaves that plagued the grounds.  Edwin, ever the perfect little 
homebody had a self-propelled leaf bagger which he proudly rolled hither 
and yon, filling up receptacle after receptacle with shredded leaves.  
Cindy and I worked in the corners, and under the plantings, raking the 
leaves out to be picked up later by Edwin's mechanized infantry.  And 
work we did for at least an hour, the monotony only broken when Cindy 
came over to me and held my hand.  She stared into my eyes with the 
slightest smile for a few moments, then walked away, her bottom looking 
padded.  And I knew she had pissed inside of her diaper while holding my 
hand.  A thrill went through me visualizing her adult pussy squirting 
her fluids into a diaper I had placed on her.  Oh, Mama.  

Edwin kept to himself for the most part, walking behind his prized 
machine, his loose, sloppy clothes hiding his secret shame.  

After the first hour, we came together for a break.  

"Well, Ed," I asked, "were you able to take a piss while you were 
working?"  He turned beet red, looking away before turning to us.

"Yes.  Yes, I did.  It took a while, and I really didn't see the point, 
but I did.  I pissed in this diaper.  Can we take them off now?"  He 
seemed embarrassed and a little angry.  I turned away from him.  Let him 
stew in his own juices for a while.  I studied my pretty little teacher.   

"Cindy?"

"I've gone three times.  Three little times."  Her voice neutral; her 
mood good though.

"Then maybe it's time to change your diaper.  How about it?"

"That would be good, Damien.  Because I've got to go 'number two' if you 
know what I mean.  Poo.  And I can't do it in this diaper.  I  can't 
bring myself to go in this thing."  I noted that she was studying me 
closely to see how I would respond.  Hoping I wouldn't make her wear 
that diaper to the wedding reception tonight probably.  No big deal.  
While I mulled over where I should take this scene to next I made my 
discovery.  

I had been idly looking at the back of the property when I noticed a 
small patch of blue among the autumn browns of the dying leaves and 
grasses of the woods behind the yard.  I wandered away from my captive 
couple, towards the back of the property.  And I came upon a fort.  A 
fort such as kids used to make to play in.  It was a dilapidated affair, 
just a few studs and pieces of plywood really, but once it had been 
grandly painted a royal blue.  The floor of the fort had actually been 
excavated down another couple of feet.  So I guess it was more of a 
'pillbox' than a fort.  The whole thing didn't measure more than five by 
seven and no more than four feet from the excavated floor to the warped 
plywood roof.  Interesting.  I looked over the top of the fort into the 
rest of the woods that separated the Van Horn's home from the one behind 
it.  I could not see anyone's house from my position.  And I knew where 
I wanted this to go.  I beckoned to my little Edwin and Miss Cindy and 
watched them walk slowly towards me whispering to each other as they 
approached.  They looked nervous, as any thirties couple wearing diapers 
at the insistence of a fifteen year old would.

"We will play 'fort' awhile, okay?  You and Cindy follow me," I 
announced as I turned and crawled through the low opening that served as 
a door.  Inside, the floor was dry but musty-smelling.  A few ancient 
squares of carpet were scattered about.  I sat in one corner and watched 
my pretty little teacher crawl in on her hands and knees into my fort 
and sit tightly in another corner.  We waited while Edwin crawled slowly 
in and sat across from us.  He looked around at the cramped inside of 
the fort.  

"This thing's been here for years--since the house was built.  The 
people we bought the house from had kids that were in their late 
twenties, so this thing is easily twenty years old."  He sniffed the 
musty air.  "Stinks in here.  Whole place is rotting away.  I should 
have torn this down, but somehow I never got around to it."  

Cindy said, " Be that as it may, I've got to go.  Let me go into the 
house and have a bowel movement and I'll come right back, okay guys?," 
her voice was coaxingly insistent.  She was starting to crawl back out 
of my little lair.  

"No.  Get back here," I ordered.  

"Damien, I can't go... I can't take a crap in this diaper.  I just can't 
do it.  It's too messy.  I'll be right back."  And she resumed her 
departure.  As if that was all right.  

"I said get back in here unless you need a good whipping.  I'll tell you 
what you are going to do and then you can do it.  Understand?"  Another 
little test of control.  

Cindy looked back at me.  Her face looked desperately frustrated.  
"C'mon, Damien.  You guys can't change my diaper here anyway.  We didn't 
bring any more with us.  Let me go.  Please."

Still sitting down, I reached forward and grabbed Cindy by the hips and 
pulled her backwards.  Her head hit the plywood of the fort roof but not 
hard, though she cried out and rubbed her head in pretended injury.  I 
pulled her backwards onto me.  I knew that I also had Edwin's undivided 
attention as I physically handled his pretty little wife.  Once she was 
on my lap, I pushed her forward and turned her hips.  She fairly flew in 
the confined space of my fort.  She ended up on her back with her legs 
nearest me.  I dragged her bulky sweatpants down her legs until they 
caught at her shoes.  I pulled her shoes off violently and tossed them 
at the wall.  Did I just toss her shoes?  Hell, no.  I tossed them with 
enough force and angle that they bounced off the plywood walls and made 
their way in the general direction of my pretty little teacher's head.  
I saw her protect her face with her hand as they landed on her.  I 
needed her to feel the force of my objection to her actions.  I needed 
her to do what I wanted.  I pulled her sweatsuit pants off her and 
tossed them over to Edwin.  My little teacher lay in her diaper before 
me.  Her bulky sweatshirt had risen and I could see the cups of the 
matronly white cotton brassiere that encased her large titties.  And I 
saw her scared face twisted in fear and watching me for my next move.  I 
got to my knees, my head at the ceiling and leaned over my teacher.  I 
pulled on the tape straps that secured her diaper to her slim hips.  I 
ripped her sodden diaper from between her legs then grabbed her hips and 
twisted her back onto her stomach.  I pulled her back into onto her 
hands and knees, her head facing the door.  

"Turn over and crawl out the door.  Squat down and take a shit where 
Edwin and I can see you.  We want your ass facing us.  Get going."

Cindy remained on her hands and knees, not moving.  She was gasping in 
fright from the ultra-violence.  Something she hadn't been expecting.  I 
waited for her to start crying.  A woman's last defense.  Her head was 
down between her shoulders and I heard her gasps take on the rhythmic 
sound she would need to cry convincingly.  So I placed my right foot 
squarely on her buttocks and gave a hard push.  My little teacher 
skimmed along the dirt floor and landed with her head and shoulders 
outside of our fort.  What a nice 'whoofing' sound she made when she 
landed on her chest.  Her ass remained inside our shelter and I 
suppressed an urge to bury myself in her ass for a few minutes to help 
her with her bowel movement.  Then came the unexpected.  My little Cindy 
farted; a quiet ripping fart that escaped her while she was in distress.  
An embarrassing breech of etiquette.  And any thoughts of further 
rebellion on her part were quashed by her own intestines.  I glanced at 
Edwin in the far corner, his face registering shock at my treatment of 
his wife.  As his face glanced at mine we smelled the present that Cindy 
had airmailed to us.  And we watched as she scrambled the rest of the 
way out of the fort and crawled about four feet away.  She got into the 
proscribed squat and waited; the separated, hanging globes of her ass 
presented for our review.  A small sobbing grunt from Cindy and then 
another ripping fart that we were able to watch.  Her medium-pink anus 
opened and closed to expel that air so fast that I almost missed it.  
Then as I watched, her anus started to swell and get more round.  The 
crenellations and wrinkles of Cindy's lovely little butthole seemed to 
smooth out in preparation.  I glanced back at Edwin.  His face was 
locked onto his wife's behind as she grunted uncomfortably.  And it was 
good.  My cock, rampant from the first time I had grabbed my little 
teacher to show her the error of her ways, was engorged and it felt 
huge.  I had to adjust it in my pants, it was so insistent.  

Cindy's ass gaped still farther open; larger than Edwin or myself would 
have dilated it with our cocks; and suddenly a ribbon of brown shit 
extruded to greet the New World.  It hung motionless at the entrance, 
until pushed forward by the rest of it's length.  It corkscrewed out of 
Cindy's ass; pulled down by gravity, it formed a circular pile on the 
hard-packed earth between Cindy's feet.  And she groaned in 
embarrassment and despair.  After the first ribbon had extruded down for 
a few seconds, Cindy's anus neatly clipped it and it fell into the neat 
pile.  By that time, the smell had traveled the four feet or so to our 
olfactory senses and Edwin and I involuntarily backed up a bit.  Then 
Cindy resumed, her asshole stretching anew as a similar play-dough 
roller of shit extruded to form a circular second-story on her first 
pile.  She was sobbing and grunting softly now as her beautiful ass 
allowed the second escapee to fall out of her.  And then there was no 
more.  Her backdoor hung open for a few seconds; it's color dark pink 
now; and then her sphincter slowly closed and the pretty little winkie 
slowly formed itself into something recognizable and lovable.  

Cindy edged forward another two feet to get clear of her pile.  Falling 
forward gently onto all fours she rested, still quietly crying for our 
benefit.

"Wipe her ass, Edwin.  Use some leaves or something," I commanded her 
husband.  He looked stupidly at me for a moment, then back at his wife's 
behind.  Then he crawled out of our fort and rose creakily to his knees.  
He pulled a couple of yellowing leaves off a scrub tree and knelt down 
at the rear of his crying wife, careful not to kneel in her mess.  "Do a 
good job," I urged him.  He spread her cheeks with one hand and wiped 
her bunghole with the other.  There wasn't much there; it had been a 
clean dump.  The few leaves Edwin used were enough.  He tossed them away 
and look back at me.  Waiting for my next command.  Good Edwin.  

"Get back in here.  Both of you.  Then get naked.  Except for your 
diaper, Edwin."

Edwin waited patiently at his wife's ass until she got herself under 
control to crawl back into the fort.  He followed her, his face 
suspiciously close to her backside as he crawled in just behind her.  
Back inside the fort, they fought for undressing space; each doffing 
their remaining garments and spreading them carefully on the cool ground 
like a blanket.  Figuring they might be laying down shortly and wanting 
something warm to lay on.  Clever little supplicants.  Cindy pulled her 
sweatshirt over her head and I was once again blown away by the generous 
tits stored inside that plain white brassiere.  She pulled the bra off 
and they swung free on her chest.  Fantastic specimens.  Edwin waited, 
squatting like an Indian in a loincloth; his loincloth of course the 
white diaper he was wearing.  

"Edwin, did you do a good job wiping your wife's ass?"

"I... I think so.  Yeah, I guess," my short, portly guidance counselor 
answered nervously.  I slid across the dirt floor of the fort from my 
wall to his and sat down right next to him.  "Cindy, kneel down with 
your ass facing us.  Spread your cheeks so we can see if Ed here did a 
good job wiping you."

Cindy Van Horn assumed the position and parted her cheeks with both 
hands, the side of her head resting on the hard-packed floor of the 
fort.  Edwin and I idly inspected his handiwork.  Yep, looked like a 
good job to me.  

"Yeah, Ed, I'd have to say it passes the visual inspection.  Hope it 
passes the smell and taste test.  Nuzzle on up between there Edwin.  
Tell me how her crotch smells."

Edwin was frozen for just a second.  Probably still uncomfortable giving 
in to being submissive to me in front of his wife.  And after all we'd 
been through too...  But then he kind of sidled forward and literally 
planted his nose into Cindy's little pussy.  His own diapered ass was 
uncomfortably close to me and I moved away.  

"Her crotch smells good," Edwin reported dutifully.  Very uninspired.  

"Smell that pissing she's been doing the last hour?" I demanded.

"Yeah, It kind of smells like that," Edwin admitted.  I watched his nose 
rubbing up and down her vaginal lips, and riding perilously close to her 
anus.  My pretty little teacher quiet as a lamb now as we discussed her 
personal smells.  

I prodded, "How about her asshole?  It smell like she just took a 
dump?" 

Edwin hesitated, almost theatrically I thought, "you want me to... smell 
it, Damien?" he asked almost in a whisper.  

"Only if you want to Ed.  Only if you want."  And I knew he would.  I 
knew he wanted to smell his wife's anus in front of a fifteen year old 
boy.  I watched his nose rise from her vaginal split and graze the 
rosebud of her anus.  And linger there.  And inhale audibly.  And report 
to me.  "Yes it does smell a little bit, Damien."  He probably didn't 
want to hurt his wife's feelings.   

Time for the corker.  "How does it taste, Ed?  Describe it to me."  His 
tongue darted out of his mouth and caressed the crater of his wife's 
anus.  My teacher's anus.  He wet the thing down and then his tongue 
pressed into her, the tip disappearing.  Cindy Van Horn gasped audibly.  
Music to my ears.  

"How's that feel, Cindy?  Better than toilet paper?" I teased her.  

"It's... fine, Damien.  It's fine," she finished, all the piss and 
vinegar apparently gone out of her.  

"The taste, Edwin?" I reminded him.  

"Very unusual.  About what I'd expect.  Kind of weird.  Stinky," my 
counselor reported.  I'd have expected a better description from a guy 
with a masters degree.  But I was too horny to dwell on the poor quality 
of his report.  

"Okay, Edwin, you lay down on those clothes.  Cindy, you will be 
removing his diaper for him and assessing him."

They moved in a confused twister-ballet in the confines of our fort.  
Edwin settled himself on his back, his diaper-clad groin presented to 
Cindy and I.  Cindy moved reluctantly forward between his legs.  She 
pulled the tape strips securing his diaper and pulled the front down 
between his legs.  His penis lay inside rampant with the excitement.  
Edwin sure knew how to go along.  "Smell his cock, Cindy," I commanded.  

Her face bent over into his crotch while her butt rose up in front of 
me.  And as I hurriedly removed my shoes and my pants, I spied her wet 
anus and hairless pussy gaping slightly at me.  I peered around her 
backside at my poor little teacher smelling her husband's erect cock.  
To tell me if it smelled like urine.  "Well?" I demanded.  

"It smells like pee.  It doesn't smell right," she reported.  

"How does it taste?"  Her mouth opened and she took her husband in, 
without protest or prevarication.  She simply held him in her mouth 
loosely.  I parted her buttcheeks slightly until the clam of her vagina 
parted to allow me a target.  I pushed into her vagina.  Buried myself 
in there.  It wasn't dry.  It was plenty wet.  I think my little teacher 
hadn't really minded being man-handled and humiliated.  "Suck him, 
Cindy."  And I watched her get down on him like she should.  I 
luxuriated in the feeling of her warm, wet pussy.  Afraid to move too 
much lest I should cum.  So I rested there awhile thinking that Edwin 
hadn't contributed enough to the show.  

Edwin lay there moaning and arching his hips, bent solely on his own 
pleasure.  It was too much.  "Okay, Cindy.  You lay down on the ground.  
On your back.  Edwin, crouch over her face with your cock facing her 
feet."  Cindy didn't dawdle on Edwin's penis.  Her head came off his 
groin and she moved forward off my cock in one motion, leaving us high 
and dry.  She waited until Edwin grunted his way into a sitting position 
and moved over to let her lie down.  She eyed us suspiciously.  I nodded 
to Edwin and he placed his knees at her ears, her face disappearing 
under his bulk.  Her nose and mouth would be buried in his scrotum and 
perineum.  Edwin stroked his penis idly, ready to start doing whatever I 
told him.  I addressed them both.  

"Now, Cindy.  We've watched you do something you really didn't want to 
do.  And I appreciate your eventual cooperation on that.  And you've 
taken two penises into you, although neither one of us has cum yet.  And 
all Edwin here has done is lick your ass a little bit.  Which I believe 
he didn't mind doing at all.  So I'm going to let you trade roles.  
Cindy, I'll need you to lick Ed's ass for him.  Don't protest or 
anything, all right?  I'll need it nice and wet for when I fuck him."

I couldn't even see Cindy's face under Edwin's bulk.  But when I saw a 
shudder of pleasure run through his hefty frame I knew my pretty little 
schoolteacher was rimming her husband's asshole.  I sat back on my 
haunches watching Edwin.  His eyes were closed and he rocked minutely 
over his little wife's face.  I gave him a minute and then pushed him in 
the back.  He fell forward onto his hands; his chunky ass rose off my 
teacher's pretty face.  Her face was red.  I guess he hadn't been giving 
her much oxygen down there.  Had not cut her any slack at all.  Oh well.  
I scissored my way over Cindy's face and spread Edwin's buttocks.  His 
large brown hole winked wetly at us.

"Okay, Cindy.  Now you get to rest and watch.  I'm going to drill your 
husband now.  He'll end up shooting his load on your stomach after my 
cock presses on his prostate gland a few times.  This will be the second 
time he's had me up his ass.  I don't think he minds it so much although 
I bet he'd rather that you weren't here watching.  Anyway, get ready to 
feel him squirt."

With that, I eased forward and pulled my Guidance Counselor's buttocks 
back toward me.  My little teacher's pretty face disappeared beneath us.  
I located Edwin's anus by feel and pressed forward.  He groaned in 
embarrassment and discomfort as I pressed the battering ram to his 
backdoor.  We fought together for about ten seconds before I felt 
something give and I surged into his colon.  Edwin gasped loudly and 
tried to pull away from me.  It gave me the chance to assert my superior 
strength over him in front of his wife.  I pulled his hips hard towards 
me and buried my length inside him.  I heard a sob catch in his throat 
and then he dropped back onto his hands and knees like a good little 
bitch.  And I plugged him, drawing almost out and then pounding in.  Ten 
hard times.  And it felt nice.  Although I need to repeat that I'm not 
homosexual or even bisexual.  It's about Power.  And the need to cum.  

I had only been inside him about thirty seconds when I felt Cindy 
wiggling beneath us.  And I knew why.  Edwin was shooting his seed onto 
his wife's stomach with a fifteen year old boy buried up his ass.  Then 
I went to town in him, plowing him good and hard.  I felt my orgasm 
approach and redoubled my efforts; my penis a blur; an extra thrill when 
I separated from him and could glimpse a piece of his wife's face below 
us.  My cock looked pretty clean, so I decided what to do next.  

"Show's over, Cindy.  When I pull out of Edwin, I want your mouth open 
to receive me.  Understand?"  I didn't wait for an answer.  I pulled out 
of Edwin Van Horn's ass and pressed my cockhead down to Cindy.  Her eyes 
were screwed shut and her mouth was open in a horrified rictus.  I could 
see every tooth in her mouth plainly.  It wasn't the most inviting 
orifice I could have imagined.  It looked far too toothy for my comfort.  
But my stiff cock never gave it a second thought as I surged into her 
warm mouth and started pumping my semen into her.  I felt her lips close 
around my cock and I sawed between her slightly opened jaws.  It was a 
pain-pleasure feeling.  I felt my Cindy gag on my meat, fresh from her 
husband's ass.  Not that she ever enjoyed semen either.  Oh well.  I 
sunk lower onto her face.  I swear my whole weight was suspended on my 
cock as I slumped over her mouth, pushing my cock into that tooth trap.  
And I jettisoned my load there, listening to her gag on me.  Until I was 
through.  Finally, I heaved myself off her.  Her eyes looked accusingly 
up at me.  I looked over at Edwin.  He had been watching the show.  I 
pulled away from both of them.  I looked at them.  

"Cindy, you are a good girl.  And you haven't come yet.  So-"

"Yes, I did.  I came," my pretty little schoolteacher said.  "I came 
when you forced yourself into my mouth."

"She did," Edwin added shakily.  "She was rubbing her clit the whole 
time you were... in me... and when you pulled out she started slapping 
her clit pretty good.  I'm surprised you didn't hear it.  You were 
probably too busy damaging me.

I stared at them.  Such interesting people.  "Well, my work is done 
then.  I'm going to get dressed and get out.  I'll leave you some money 
in your Expedition, Ed."

I dressed quickly.  When I was ready to split I gave them the skinny on 
what I had in mind.  

"I want to thank you for today.  It was wild.  Next week, Monday through 
Friday, I'll be stopping by before school.  I plan to fuck Cindy every 
morning.  Understand?"  They nodded, questions in their eyes, but silent 
for the moment.  Two weeks from today is the Final Exam."  I let my 
words hang.  

"What is the 'Final Exam', Damien?" Edwin asked worriedly.  Asking for 
the both of them. 

It's the last day of this relationship.  It's the day you two show me 
what you've learned.  If you pass, you get your money back.  For Cindy, 
it'll be a walk in the park.  Ed, you better bring some running shoes." 

"You always have to be cryptic, don't you?" Edwin said bitterly.  Maybe 
his ass was bothering him.  

"I wish I could share my plans for Final Exam with you, but it would 
ruin the shock value.  It'll blow your mind, that's for sure.  Anyway, 
I'm gone.  Have a nice wedding.  I left the rest of the diapers for you 
two in case you want to play.  Ed, Cindy, I'll see you guys at seven in 
the morning on Monday for a piece of ass.  Good-bye"  And I strolled 
jauntily homewards, my cock riding stickily in my underwear.  Stickily 
good, I mean, not stickily bad...


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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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