index


Message-ID: <40867asstr$1045188606@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 08:14:04 -0600
From: shakespeare_i._aint@excite.com
Reply-To: shakespeare_i._aint@excite.com
Subject: {ASSM} Repost from 1999-Teacher Passes The Test, Part 10 of 10--All Good Things Have To Come Up Your End(m/MF/everything)
Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 21:10:06 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

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

 **WARNING**  This story contains sexual material and is intended for 
legal and mature adults in Countries where such material is permissible 
to view, download and/or possess.  If you are not a legal adult or the 
laws of your country prohibit these types of materials, do not proceed 
any farther!  Hit the "Back" button on your browser! 

 ****************************************************************
Comments/Critiques/Questions/Answers?
Email me at Shakespeare_I._Aint@excite.com

Other Storys and Parts available at: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shakespeare_I._Aint

It's All Free! 
*****************************************************************


Teacher Passes the Test, Part 10 of 10, All Good Things Have To Come Up 
Your End, by Shakespeare_I._Aint


And so it was that my forced relationship with my educators ended, and 
honestly, I was at a loss to fill my weekends.  So I filled my hand.  I 
masturbated, thinking of the things I had made my pretty little teacher 
do, and the things I believe she had eventually come to enjoy.  I was 
whacking off myself at least twice a day.  In bed at night, in the 
shower, even in the men's bathroom at the library.  My teacher's gift--a 
pussy-scented rock, sat proudly atop my dresser.  

Some of you might think, with my natural penchant for stalking, that I 
would haunt the Van Horn's home.  But I didn't.  I had made a deal with 
them and they had lived up to it.  They apparently didn't need me 
anymore and I stayed away.  

The semester had ended and I was no longer in Cynthia Van Horn's 
Humanities class.  I saw her almost daily in the halls but she didn't 
see me and I did not approach her.  I didn't see Edwin Van Horn at all.  
He was probably holed up in his office shuffling papers and dealing with 
problem students who hadn't boned his wife.  For my part, I had entered 
into Math, Finance and Computer classes and finally resorted to taking 
my required Physical Education Classes.  I had a deep-seated aversion to 
Physical Education.  All the team sports and organized activities 
bothered me.  I didn't mind the team concept; I just wanted to pick and 
lead my own team.  

I was in my last hour of school, shooting lazy baskets in the free time 
part of Physical Education when I was approached by Mr. Collins, the 
Physical Education Teacher.  He had bothered me the first few days about 
joining his basketball team until I finally laid down the law to him.  
He had gone away with quite the unattractive scowl on his face.  I had 
very low hopes about what my grade would be in this class regardless of 
my athletic ability.  When he approached me this time, I had figured he 
wanted to try once more to get through to me.  I thought idly about the 
clichés he would use.  He usually spoke almost entirely in sports 
clichés.  He wore sweatsuits and was one of those guys whose fat goes 
entirely to their gut.  He protruded quite a bit there.  It was hard to 
believe he had once played on a state championship high school team in 
the time when dinosaurs ruled the earth.  I nailed a perfect twenty-
footer from the baseline as he approached.  Nothing but net.  That would 
piss him off.  He was flanked as usual by his fawning players.  He 
pulled a hall pass out of his pocket and handed it to me.  "You gotta 
appointment with your counselor," he said flatly and walked away.  

I looked at the hall pass.  I had an appointment with Counselor Van 
Horn.  Huh.  I took a drink of water at the luke-warm drinking fountain 
and headed down two miles of hallway until I got to Administration.  
Mrs. Crawford, Ed's dumpy secretary, checked my look out when I handed 
her the pass.  She picked up the phone and intercommed into Ed's office, 
and then told me I could go in.  

Edwin opened the door as I approached it and motioned me to a chair.  He 
spoke briefly with Mrs. Crawford, checking on the status of her work and 
then released her for the day.  She seemed only too glad to leave the 
mounds of work that lay on her desk.  She grabbed her coat and purse and 
vanished.  I sprawled casually in the chair opposite Ed's desk and 
waited.  He shuffled back into his office and slouched behind his 
authority desk.  His desk, conversely, was almost bare.  We stared at 
each other idly for awhile until I had to smile.  And Edwin loosened up.

"How have you been, Damien?  Keeping out of trouble, I hope?" he asked 
me conversationally.

"I'm okay.  I started some interesting classes and I hit the library 
almost every day," I answered, wondering where this was leading.  

"Starting your program to take over the world?" he asked jovially, 
searching my face.

"Pretty much," I answered glibly.  "You don't believe I could?"

"It wouldn't surprise me, Damien.  Not after everything that's 
happened," he answered me quietly.  He watched me silently, and I could 
hear the gears in his head whirring as he considered the best way to 
approach whatever the next subject would be.  He cleared his throat 
several times.  I waited on him.  

"First off, uh.. I... we wanted to thank you again for the nice gifts 
you left us.  And the money," Edwin amended.  I just stared back at him 
as he struggled for words.  Edwin obviously expected me to answer and he 
struggled for words when I didn't speak.  "We... our deal is done, 
right?  All paid up?  On an even footing so to speak?"  I nodded in the 
affirmative.  Edwin's face turned red and I knew he was turning into his 
subject.  As his mouth opened to gush out more words, a small knock came 
at the door.  He croaked for the person outside to come in.  

And my pretty little teacher came in.  My Cynthia walked in and stood 
behind her husband's desk.  She gave me a shy smile and said, "Hi, 
Damien."  I nodded to her agreeably.  Ed's wife was dressed for 
cheerleader practice.  Wearing some baggy shorts and a sweatshirt with 
the Clinton High School logo on it.  A Brahma bull or something.  Those 
magnificent breasts covered by sweatshirt.  To keep the high school boys 
at bay.  And Cynthia Van Horn guessed correctly that her husband hadn't 
broached the subject yet and that her knock had come early.  She flushed 
and gripped the back of his chair.  Edwin's voice went up a notch.  

"Dear, I was just telling Damien here that we thank him again for those 
gifts.  I was going to mention that we're going to start our own family 
pretty soon..."  Cynthia Van Horn didn't answer her husband.  She just 
kind of stared off at a point on the wall behind my head.  Edwin forged 
ahead helplessly.  "Damien tells me that we are even.  Passed the test, 
so to speak."  It was his second use of 'so to speak' in the last 
minute.  "Uh... Damien, based on that, and the fact that you have left 
us alone--I'd, uh... we would like to ummm.....make a proposal.  He 
foundered at looked at me for feedback.  

"Go ahead, Mr. Van Horn.  I'm listening."  I stared idly at Cynthia Van 
Horn who was making a conscious effort to leave her embarrassed body and 
float out of the room. 

"We, uh... might find it acceptable to...offer you an invitation to our 
home some time....on our terms, you understand," Edwin stammered.

"Your terms?" I questioned.

"Yes, on our terms," Edwin said precisely.  

"I guess I don't understand.  You would invite me back to your home?"

"Yes.  That's right," my counselor said.

"Under your terms?"  

"Definitely.  Under our terms, definitely." 

"Well, what are your terms?"  

"Uh... our terms are... uh... well, nothing in public or in school.  
That would be a term, I guess.  And nothing violent.  No hitting or 
force.  Things like that."  Edwin peered at me to gauge my reaction 
before he went on.  Cindy lowered her face to cast short glances between 
we and her husband.  Watching our negotiation.  

"What else?  I mean, I know you guys must have talked about this before 
you called me in.  What else?", I prodded gently.  

"Well... no drug use anymore.  And no one else.  Just the three of us.  
And, well,  we just play by our rules."

I looked at Cindy, who turned away guiltily.  "You two are going to have 
a baby?"  

She nodded briefly in my direction.  "I'm off the Pill.  Edwin and I 
will start a family," she said quietly.  I addressed Edwin.  

"I'm glad things are working out for you guys.  And I would like to 
visit you at your invitation from time to time.  I guess I wouldn't be 
calling the shots though, right?"

Edwin gushed.  "No, Damien, maybe I'm not making this clear enough.  We 
will have certain rules of course.  I hate to have to say this.  We... 
enjoyed... aspects of this situation.  Certain things we had to do.  
Understand?  So within specified guidelines, you would still have a 
range of... activities that we could do at your request.  Things we've 
done before and maybe some new things too.  You could call some shots."  

"Lactation?", I asked.  "Could we do milk fun?"  

Edwin reddened even further.  "I... don't see why not.  Honey?", he 
addressed his wife standing behind his chair.  

"We could try that," she answered faintly, looking down at the mounds on 
her chest.

"Okay.  How should we seal this deal?" I asked, my cock hardening in my 
shorts.  

Edwin glanced around nervously and licked his lips.  "What are you 
suggesting?"

"I know it would violate your 'no school zone' policy but how about some 
action?  Right here and right now.  A one-time good deal before we agree 
on an arrangement.  What do you say?"

His wife leaned down and whispered into his ear.  He nodded.  "How about 
you step out for a minute, Damien.  We'll call you back in."  

I arose and walked out, closing the door behind me.  While I waited, I 
glanced through some student files on Mrs. Crawford's cluttered desk.  
Within five minutes, Edwin opened the door and beckoned me in.  Once 
inside, I found his wife still standing behind his desk chair.  With her 
shorts off.  Her slim hips and short blonde pubis visible to me as I 
craned head to watch her.  She was still wearing that sweatshirt.  But 
naked down below.  

"Take your shorts off and lay on the floor," she commanded me.  And I 
didn't mind being ordered around if I could have some of that pussy.  I 
was tired of smelling that pussy-scented rock in my bedroom.  I shucked 
my shorts and underwear off and kicked them away.  While Edwin watched, 
I lay down on the thinly carpeted cement floor.  The floor was hard as a 
rock.  Hard as my cock which jutted vertically above my abdomen.  I 
watched as Cindy came around the desk and straddled me with her 
beautiful derriere facing my groin and her face above me.  Then she 
eased herself down onto my hips.  I felt her pussy rub wetly on my thigh 
before she scooted up and kissed me on the lips.  Her eyes closed.  An 
invitation.  She settled herself on my stomach and we soul-kissed 
passionately.  It was nice.  She had only voluntarily kissed me once 
before.  And I had to ask her to do it that time.  This was nice.  She 
rubbed her groin lightly on my stomach as we kissed.  I felt her short 
pussy hair rubbing against my stomach.  She let out small moans as we 
kissed.  And when I heard Edwin lower himself down near my waist and 
take me into his mouth, I almost came right there.  My guidance 
counselor took me into his mouth and sucked me while his wife and I 
kissed.  He forced his face onto my prod, taking me in deeply and giving 
off his own wet, little moans.  In that activity we stayed for awhile; 
my teacher kissing and rubbing against me while my guidance counselor 
fellated me.  I could have come that way, given time.  Instead, my 
teacher pulled off me, her eyes opening mischievously and she lifted up 
off me.  I watched as her precious ass came into my view as she rotated 
position.  Then her hindquarters dropped gently onto my face and my five 
senses got a ride on the Pussy Encounter.  I buried my tongue in my 
teacher, her insides warm and tasty.  My nose was buried within an inch 
of her brown bunghole, whose depths I had plumbed repeatedly during our 
relationship.  It smelled clean.  My Cindy was not content to rest her 
sex above!
 my face, She dropped it on me and rubbed up and down my face while I 
laid some heavy tongue onto her.  I felt her fingernails tracing lightly 
on my balls and then the mouth on my penis changed.  From Edwin's to 
Cindy's.  She took me into her mouth and gave me some of her wet 
mouthwork.  I was in seventh heaven, buried in her crotch.  Licking from 
her asshole to her clitoris as she moved on me.  Soon she began really 
racing over my face, suffocating me in her wet snatch and rubbing hard 
on my nose.  With her whole weight slapped on my face she came, gasping 
and plunging on me.  I was afraid she would break my nose, and I was 
barely able to breath for awhile.  My face was awash in her juices as 
she orgasmed strongly.  Finally she pulled her clam off my face.  I 
panted lightly.  I could see her pussy and butthole clench slightly as 
she went through her aftershocks.  She rose unsteadily to her feet.  

"Stand up," she ordered me.  I got up off the carpet.  My teacher and 
guidance counselor were kneeling in front of me.  Cindy took my cock in 
her hand and pulled me to them.  They began licking my penis, while 
Cindy stroked me lightly.  It was quite the erotic sight and I reveled 
in it.  They gave me a complete tongue bath, hefting and swabbing my 
balls--each even taking one into their mouth and sucking gently.  I 
could see that Edwin Van Horn had fished his member out of his pants and 
was stroking off as he licked me.  Finally Cindy gave him a nudge and he 
disappeared behind me.  Cindy looked up at me.  "Grab the back of my 
head and fuck my face."

I gave her no time to change her mind.  I put my hands on the back of my 
teacher's head and pulled her mouth onto my cock.  All the way.  Past 
the point where she was usually comfortable.  I buried myself in her 
gullet, waiting for her to gag on me.  But she didn't try to free 
herself.  Her lips were pressed against my groin.  I pulled her head 
back off and then plunged into her again.  This time I heard a little 
gag from her but she didn't pull away.  Her mouth was warm and tight on 
me.  I started to mouthfuck her pulling her face onto my cock.  And she 
complied.  I buried myself in her repeatedly, luxuriating in the back of 
her throat.  Even I wasn't prepared for Edwin, who parted my buttcheeks 
with his hands and applied his tongue to my asshole.  Wild feeling.  The 
husband probing my ass with his tongue as I pulled her face onto my 
cock.  Don't blame me for coming fast.  I couldn't hold out.  I shot 
ropy wads of my jism into my pretty little teacher's mouth.  That got a 
small rise out of her.  Her eyes bugged out in receipt of my offering 
and she backed off until only my cockhead was buried in her.  With her 
husband's tongue buried up my backside I squirted and squirted into her 
accepting mouth.  Giving up my own little groans and trying to push into 
her face.  Edwin gave up on my tightly clenched asscheeks.  He edged 
back around to my side and watched his wife as I finished in her.  I 
stepped back and she released me from her mouth, her eyes gazing proudly 
up at me.  Edwin crowded close to her and she opened her mouth.  
Displayed her mouth to us.  We could see my load glistening on her 
tongue and teeth.  She leaned in towards Edwin and he took her in his 
arms.  They kissed and kissed, sharing my ejaculate.  I watched in 
amazement.  What a show.  I noticed that Edwin's right hand was a mess.  
He had worked himself off in his hand.  Good for him.  Finally, they 
broke off their sloppy kiss.  

"Do we have the basis for an agreement, Damien?" my pretty little 
teacher panted to me.  

I looked down at them somewhat fondly.  "I think that we do, Teacher.  I 
think that we do..."



The End of Teacher Passes the Test, Part 10 of 10, All Good Things Have 
to Come up Your End.

****************************************************************
Comments/Critiques/Questions/Answers?
Email me at Shakespeare_I._Aint@excite.com

Other Storys and Parts available at: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shakespeare_I._Aint

It's All Free! 
*****************************************************************


*************************************************************
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
***************************************************************









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

 **WARNING**  This story contains sexual material and is intended for 
legal and mature adults in Countries where such material is permissible 
to view, download and/or possess.  If you are not a legal adult or the 
laws of your country prohibit these types of materials, do not proceed 
any farther!  Hit the "Back" button on your browser! 

 ****************************************************************
Comments/Critiques/Questions/Answers?
Email me at Shakespeare_I._Aint@excite.com

Other Storys and Parts available at: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shakespeare_I._Aint

It's All Free! 
*****************************************************************


Teacher Passes the Test, Part 10 of 10, All Good Things Have To Come Up 
Your End, by Shakespeare_I._Aint


And so it was that my forced relationship with my educators ended, and 
honestly, I was at a loss to fill my weekends.  So I filled my hand.  I 
masturbated, thinking of the things I had made my pretty little teacher 
do, and the things I believe she had eventually come to enjoy.  I was 
whacking off myself at least twice a day.  In bed at night, in the 
shower, even in the men's bathroom at the library.  My teacher's gift--a 
pussy-scented rock, sat proudly atop my dresser.  

Some of you might think, with my natural penchant for stalking, that I 
would haunt the Van Horn's home.  But I didn't.  I had made a deal with 
them and they had lived up to it.  They apparently didn't need me 
anymore and I stayed away.  

The semester had ended and I was no longer in Cynthia Van Horn's 
Humanities class.  I saw her almost daily in the halls but she didn't 
see me and I did not approach her.  I didn't see Edwin Van Horn at all.  
He was probably holed up in his office shuffling papers and dealing with 
problem students who hadn't boned his wife.  For my part, I had entered 
into Math, Finance and Computer classes and finally resorted to taking 
my required Physical Education Classes.  I had a deep-seated aversion to 
Physical Education.  All the team sports and organized activities 
bothered me.  I didn't mind the team concept; I just wanted to pick and 
lead my own team.  

I was in my last hour of school, shooting lazy baskets in the free time 
part of Physical Education when I was approached by Mr. Collins, the 
Physical Education Teacher.  He had bothered me the first few days about 
joining his basketball team until I finally laid down the law to him.  
He had gone away with quite the unattractive scowl on his face.  I had 
very low hopes about what my grade would be in this class regardless of 
my athletic ability.  When he approached me this time, I had figured he 
wanted to try once more to get through to me.  I thought idly about the 
clichés he would use.  He usually spoke almost entirely in sports 
clichés.  He wore sweatsuits and was one of those guys whose fat goes 
entirely to their gut.  He protruded quite a bit there.  It was hard to 
believe he had once played on a state championship high school team in 
the time when dinosaurs ruled the earth.  I nailed a perfect twenty-
footer from the baseline as he approached.  Nothing but net.  That would 
piss him off.  He was flanked as usual by his fawning players.  He 
pulled a hall pass out of his pocket and handed it to me.  "You gotta 
appointment with your counselor," he said flatly and walked away.  

I looked at the hall pass.  I had an appointment with Counselor Van 
Horn.  Huh.  I took a drink of water at the luke-warm drinking fountain 
and headed down two miles of hallway until I got to Administration.  
Mrs. Crawford, Ed's dumpy secretary, checked my look out when I handed 
her the pass.  She picked up the phone and intercommed into Ed's office, 
and then told me I could go in.  

Edwin opened the door as I approached it and motioned me to a chair.  He 
spoke briefly with Mrs. Crawford, checking on the status of her work and 
then released her for the day.  She seemed only too glad to leave the 
mounds of work that lay on her desk.  She grabbed her coat and purse and 
vanished.  I sprawled casually in the chair opposite Ed's desk and 
waited.  He shuffled back into his office and slouched behind his 
authority desk.  His desk, conversely, was almost bare.  We stared at 
each other idly for awhile until I had to smile.  And Edwin loosened up.

"How have you been, Damien?  Keeping out of trouble, I hope?" he asked 
me conversationally.

"I'm okay.  I started some interesting classes and I hit the library 
almost every day," I answered, wondering where this was leading.  

"Starting your program to take over the world?" he asked jovially, 
searching my face.

"Pretty much," I answered glibly.  "You don't believe I could?"

"It wouldn't surprise me, Damien.  Not after everything that's 
happened," he answered me quietly.  He watched me silently, and I could 
hear the gears in his head whirring as he considered the best way to 
approach whatever the next subject would be.  He cleared his throat 
several times.  I waited on him.  

"First off, uh.. I... we wanted to thank you again for the nice gifts 
you left us.  And the money," Edwin amended.  I just stared back at him 
as he struggled for words.  Edwin obviously expected me to answer and he 
struggled for words when I didn't speak.  "We... our deal is done, 
right?  All paid up?  On an even footing so to speak?"  I nodded in the 
affirmative.  Edwin's face turned red and I knew he was turning into his 
subject.  As his mouth opened to gush out more words, a small knock came 
at the door.  He croaked for the person outside to come in.  

And my pretty little teacher came in.  My Cynthia walked in and stood 
behind her husband's desk.  She gave me a shy smile and said, "Hi, 
Damien."  I nodded to her agreeably.  Ed's wife was dressed for 
cheerleader practice.  Wearing some baggy shorts and a sweatshirt with 
the Clinton High School logo on it.  A Brahma bull or something.  Those 
magnificent breasts covered by sweatshirt.  To keep the high school boys 
at bay.  And Cynthia Van Horn guessed correctly that her husband hadn't 
broached the subject yet and that her knock had come early.  She flushed 
and gripped the back of his chair.  Edwin's voice went up a notch.  

"Dear, I was just telling Damien here that we thank him again for those 
gifts.  I was going to mention that we're going to start our own family 
pretty soon..."  Cynthia Van Horn didn't answer her husband.  She just 
kind of stared off at a point on the wall behind my head.  Edwin forged 
ahead helplessly.  "Damien tells me that we are even.  Passed the test, 
so to speak."  It was his second use of 'so to speak' in the last 
minute.  "Uh... Damien, based on that, and the fact that you have left 
us alone--I'd, uh... we would like to ummm.....make a proposal.  He 
foundered at looked at me for feedback.  

"Go ahead, Mr. Van Horn.  I'm listening."  I stared idly at Cynthia Van 
Horn who was making a conscious effort to leave her embarrassed body and 
float out of the room. 

"We, uh... might find it acceptable to...offer you an invitation to our 
home some time....on our terms, you understand," Edwin stammered.

"Your terms?" I questioned.

"Yes, on our terms," Edwin said precisely.  

"I guess I don't understand.  You would invite me back to your home?"

"Yes.  That's right," my counselor said.

"Under your terms?"  

"Definitely.  Under our terms, definitely." 

"Well, what are your terms?"  

"Uh... our terms are... uh... well, nothing in public or in school.  
That would be a term, I guess.  And nothing violent.  No hitting or 
force.  Things like that."  Edwin peered at me to gauge my reaction 
before he went on.  Cindy lowered her face to cast short glances between 
we and her husband.  Watching our negotiation.  

"What else?  I mean, I know you guys must have talked about this before 
you called me in.  What else?", I prodded gently.  

"Well... no drug use anymore.  And no one else.  Just the three of us.  
And, well,  we just play by our rules."

I looked at Cindy, who turned away guiltily.  "You two are going to have 
a baby?"  

She nodded briefly in my direction.  "I'm off the Pill.  Edwin and I 
will start a family," she said quietly.  I addressed Edwin.  

"I'm glad things are working out for you guys.  And I would like to 
visit you at your invitation from time to time.  I guess I wouldn't be 
calling the shots though, right?"

Edwin gushed.  "No, Damien, maybe I'm not making this clear enough.  We 
will have certain rules of course.  I hate to have to say this.  We... 
enjoyed... aspects of this situation.  Certain things we had to do.  
Understand?  So within specified guidelines, you would still have a 
range of... activities that we could do at your request.  Things we've 
done before and maybe some new things too.  You could call some shots."  

"Lactation?", I asked.  "Could we do milk fun?"  

Edwin reddened even further.  "I... don't see why not.  Honey?", he 
addressed his wife standing behind his chair.  

"We could try that," she answered faintly, looking down at the mounds on 
her chest.

"Okay.  How should we seal this deal?" I asked, my cock hardening in my 
shorts.  

Edwin glanced around nervously and licked his lips.  "What are you 
suggesting?"

"I know it would violate your 'no school zone' policy but how about some 
action?  Right here and right now.  A one-time good deal before we agree 
on an arrangement.  What do you say?"

His wife leaned down and whispered into his ear.  He nodded.  "How about 
you step out for a minute, Damien.  We'll call you back in."  

I arose and walked out, closing the door behind me.  While I waited, I 
glanced through some student files on Mrs. Crawford's cluttered desk.  
Within five minutes, Edwin opened the door and beckoned me in.  Once 
inside, I found his wife still standing behind his desk chair.  With her 
shorts off.  Her slim hips and short blonde pubis visible to me as I 
craned head to watch her.  She was still wearing that sweatshirt.  But 
naked down below.  

"Take your shorts off and lay on the floor," she commanded me.  And I 
didn't mind being ordered around if I could have some of that pussy.  I 
was tired of smelling that pussy-scented rock in my bedroom.  I shucked 
my shorts and underwear off and kicked them away.  While Edwin watched, 
I lay down on the thinly carpeted cement floor.  The floor was hard as a 
rock.  Hard as my cock which jutted vertically above my abdomen.  I 
watched as Cindy came around the desk and straddled me with her 
beautiful derriere facing my groin and her face above me.  Then she 
eased herself down onto my hips.  I felt her pussy rub wetly on my thigh 
before she scooted up and kissed me on the lips.  Her eyes closed.  An 
invitation.  She settled herself on my stomach and we soul-kissed 
passionately.  It was nice.  She had only voluntarily kissed me once 
before.  And I had to ask her to do it that time.  This was nice.  She 
rubbed her groin lightly on my stomach as we kissed.  I felt her short 
pussy hair rubbing against my stomach.  She let out small moans as we 
kissed.  And when I heard Edwin lower himself down near my waist and 
take me into his mouth, I almost came right there.  My guidance 
counselor took me into his mouth and sucked me while his wife and I 
kissed.  He forced his face onto my prod, taking me in deeply and giving 
off his own wet, little moans.  In that activity we stayed for awhile; 
my teacher kissing and rubbing against me while my guidance counselor 
fellated me.  I could have come that way, given time.  Instead, my 
teacher pulled off me, her eyes opening mischievously and she lifted up 
off me.  I watched as her precious ass came into my view as she rotated 
position.  Then her hindquarters dropped gently onto my face and my five 
senses got a ride on the Pussy Encounter.  I buried my tongue in my 
teacher, her insides warm and tasty.  My nose was buried within an inch 
of her brown bunghole, whose depths I had plumbed repeatedly during our 
relationship.  It smelled clean.  My Cindy was not content to rest her 
sex above!
 my face, She dropped it on me and rubbed up and down my face while I 
laid some heavy tongue onto her.  I felt her fingernails tracing lightly 
on my balls and then the mouth on my penis changed.  From Edwin's to 
Cindy's.  She took me into her mouth and gave me some of her wet 
mouthwork.  I was in seventh heaven, buried in her crotch.  Licking from 
her asshole to her clitoris as she moved on me.  Soon she began really 
racing over my face, suffocating me in her wet snatch and rubbing hard 
on my nose.  With her whole weight slapped on my face she came, gasping 
and plunging on me.  I was afraid she would break my nose, and I was 
barely able to breath for awhile.  My face was awash in her juices as 
she orgasmed strongly.  Finally she pulled her clam off my face.  I 
panted lightly.  I could see her pussy and butthole clench slightly as 
she went through her aftershocks.  She rose unsteadily to her feet.  

"Stand up," she ordered me.  I got up off the carpet.  My teacher and 
guidance counselor were kneeling in front of me.  Cindy took my cock in 
her hand and pulled me to them.  They began licking my penis, while 
Cindy stroked me lightly.  It was quite the erotic sight and I reveled 
in it.  They gave me a complete tongue bath, hefting and swabbing my 
balls--each even taking one into their mouth and sucking gently.  I 
could see that Edwin Van Horn had fished his member out of his pants and 
was stroking off as he licked me.  Finally Cindy gave him a nudge and he 
disappeared behind me.  Cindy looked up at me.  "Grab the back of my 
head and fuck my face."

I gave her no time to change her mind.  I put my hands on the back of my 
teacher's head and pulled her mouth onto my cock.  All the way.  Past 
the point where she was usually comfortable.  I buried myself in her 
gullet, waiting for her to gag on me.  But she didn't try to free 
herself.  Her lips were pressed against my groin.  I pulled her head 
back off and then plunged into her again.  This time I heard a little 
gag from her but she didn't pull away.  Her mouth was warm and tight on 
me.  I started to mouthfuck her pulling her face onto my cock.  And she 
complied.  I buried myself in her repeatedly, luxuriating in the back of 
her throat.  Even I wasn't prepared for Edwin, who parted my buttcheeks 
with his hands and applied his tongue to my asshole.  Wild feeling.  The 
husband probing my ass with his tongue as I pulled her face onto my 
cock.  Don't blame me for coming fast.  I couldn't hold out.  I shot 
ropy wads of my jism into my pretty little teacher's mouth.  That got a 
small rise out of her.  Her eyes bugged out in receipt of my offering 
and she backed off until only my cockhead was buried in her.  With her 
husband's tongue buried up my backside I squirted and squirted into her 
accepting mouth.  Giving up my own little groans and trying to push into 
her face.  Edwin gave up on my tightly clenched asscheeks.  He edged 
back around to my side and watched his wife as I finished in her.  I 
stepped back and she released me from her mouth, her eyes gazing proudly 
up at me.  Edwin crowded close to her and she opened her mouth.  
Displayed her mouth to us.  We could see my load glistening on her 
tongue and teeth.  She leaned in towards Edwin and he took her in his 
arms.  They kissed and kissed, sharing my ejaculate.  I watched in 
amazement.  What a show.  I noticed that Edwin's right hand was a mess.  
He had worked himself off in his hand.  Good for him.  Finally, they 
broke off their sloppy kiss.  

"Do we have the basis for an agreement, Damien?" my pretty little 
teacher panted to me.  

I looked down at them somewhat fondly.  "I think that we do, Teacher.  I 
think that we do..."



The End of Teacher Passes the Test, Part 10 of 10, All Good Things Have 
to Come up Your End.

****************************************************************
Comments/Critiques/Questions/Answers?
Email me at Shakespeare_I._Aint@excite.com

Other Storys and Parts available at: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shakespeare_I._Aint

It's All Free! 
*****************************************************************


*************************************************************
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
***************************************************************





















    













    

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+