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Subject: {ASSM} Repost from 1999-Teacher Passes The Test, Part 8--Now That's Entertainment! (m/MF/everything
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Copyright (C) 1999,   Shakespeare_I._Aint.  ALL Rights Reserved

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Teacher Passes the Test, Part 8 of 10, Now That's Entertainment!

Written by Shakespeare_I._Aint 

(m/MF, everything)
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It was a chilly little Monday morning at o'dark-hundred hours when I 
jogged up to my pretty little teacher's home.  I trotted into the 
backyard and came to a puffing stop near the window.  This was Day One 
of my plan to nail my love everyday for a week.  Believe me, I was 
looking forward to it.  I looked inside the windows.  I saw her husband, 
Edwin Van Horn, inside the kitchen bent over unloading the dishwasher; 
looking all out of balance.  No sign of my target.  I slowly walked 
around the home looking in the windows for any sign that Cindy Van Horn 
was awake and waiting for my visit.  I found no other activity in the 
home.  I tapped on the back door and waited for Edwin to let me in.  He 
looked like quite the apprehensive husband.  

"She's still sleeping Damien.  I was going to wake her up pretty soon.  
If you'll have a seat, I'll get her," he said persuasively.  I blew him 
off.  

"Don't bother.  This won't take long.  I'll just go and get this done.  
Be back in a few minutes.  You just wait here."  I gave him his marching 
orders.  I didn't want Edwin waiting in the wings watching while I 
fucked his pretty little wife.  I waited until he gave a slight nod of 
acknowledgment.  I took my jacket off and handed it to him.  He took it 
dumbly.  I kicked my Nikes off, leaving them in the middle of the 
kitchen carpet.  And I headed off to bury myself in his wife.

The bedroom door was open and I slipped in noiselessly.  My Cindy's soft 
breathing confirmed that she was still asleep.  Her small body formed 
gentle curves under the covers of the large bed.  I crossed over to her 
and quietly removed my clothing.  My cock was already rock hard and 
insistent that we move forward on this project.  I pulled the covers up 
and slid in eagerly.  My weight on the mattress woke her up and she 
peered groggily over at me.  I wasted no time clambering atop her with 
my legs between hers, my erection poking at her pubis.  I thrust 
impatiently like a schoolboy until my cock caught at the entrance to her 
pussy and pushed itself into her dry hole.  My pretty little 
schoolteacher gasped in pain or discomfort.  She wasn't totally dry, but 
she wasn't wet with primitive lust for me either.  I rested there a 
moment feeling her little pussy gripping me.  I smelled her morning 
breath and pulled my face away from hers.  I buried my face in the 
pillow next to her and started to fuck her.  My cock slid in and out of 
her just fine thanks, and the minimum lubrication sped me to my climax.  
My Cindy just grunted at my hard thrusts into her.  My chest lay 
intentionally atop hers so that her big titties rubbed against me.  

After one minute, I was done.  I jettisoned a load of spunk into her 
pussy and came to a slick halt inside her, panting with my exertions.  
My prostate gland was spasming painfully such was the load I had pumped 
into her.  When the discomfort subsided a bit, I pulled out of her and 
climbed out of bed.  Her eyes followed me with an unspoken violation.  
She wanted to revile me for treating her like a cumbag whore.  And I was 
glad I had fallen out of real love for her because that was just what I 
had treated her like.  My personal cumbag.  

I dressed without either of us saying a word.  She stared at me, but she 
didn't say anything.  For my part, I had already explained why I was 
there and I didn't feel I should have to repeat myself.  So I remained 
silent.  When I was dressed, I left the bedroom.  Left the house after 
saying my good-byes to Edwin who had looked at me so anxiously from his 
breakfast seat.  I left.  

On Tuesday morning, I tapped gently on the back door.  Edwin let me in 
again.  He told me Cindy was in the bathroom.  I strode through the 
house like I owned it.  The bathroom door was closed and locked.  I 
knocked and waited.  

"Edwin?" my little Cindy asked in alarm.

"Me," I said flatly.  

About ten seconds went by before the door opened to me.  The bathroom 
was steamy.  My pretty little schoolteacher was wrapped in a large pink 
towel.  Her short blonde hair was wet and plastered over her skull 
showing the fine bones and skin of her face in sharp relief.  Relief 
wasn't on her face though.  

I had her lean over the sink while standing on another stack of towels 
to bring her backside in line with my cock.  I oiled up with some baby 
oil from the closet and burrowed into her warm butt.  It was much to her 
chagrin to judge from the sounds she made while she accommodated me back 
there.  A warm tight rose glove and I loved it.  As I came, I announced 
the fact loudly, pulling out of her ass with an audible pop.  An audible 
pop, I shit you not.  And I squirted onto her asscheeks and lower back.  
I used my penis to massage my spend into her skin.  I told her not to 
wash that off.  I wanted to see her in school with my semen dried on her 
sore ass.

In my Humanities class later that day, I shared a mysterious glance with 
my pretty little teacher as she instructed us.  She had just the tiniest 
smile, maybe of embarrassment, on her face when our eyes met.  She was 
sitting behind her desk, but I would swear she jiggled her ass just the 
tiniest bit.  

On Wednesday morning, I had my pretty little schoolteacher in the 
marital bed, laying on her back and playing with her vibrator.  She came 
with three of my fingers jammed up her cunt and two up her butt.  Her 
eyes were tightly closed as she came.  I felt the contractions and it 
was good.  After she came, I climbed atop her chest.  I had her hold 
those magnificent funbags together and I tit-fucked her.  It was 
exquisite.  With her head propped forward by a pillow, I ran my cock 
through Tit Valley and into Warm Wet Gorge.  It was fantastic.  
Everything I'd dreamed about the first time I laid eyes on those dugs.  
I held alternating stink fingers under her nose and watched her averted 
eyes screw tightly shut in embarrassment.  Knowing her dislike for 
anything seminal, I jetted my fluids into her mouth, making her hold me 
inside there for a few minutes before swallowing my gift.  She didn't 
gag but I could tell she hadn't gotten over her aversion to having 
billions of microscopic swimmers in her mouth.  Or maybe it was simply a 
matter of taste.  

On Thursday, I had a sit-down breakfast with Edwin at the kitchen table.  
A rather novel experience for me, as I've always lived in the 
pandemonium-filled and catch-as-catch-can group-home breakfast worlds 
where I rarely got leisure to linger over a breakfast.  Probably the 
nicest part of the meal, apart from Edwin's sterling conversation, was 
my pretty little schoolteacher under the kitchen table blowing me.  
Hands around my hips, mouth pressed over my flesh pole, for about 
fifteen minutes before I allowed her to use her hands to assist her.  I 
had given her some syrup to help flavor my penis and it got to be a 
highly erotic sticky mess down there.  With her stroking and choking  I 
finally put my fork down and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her 
down on my groin.  Oh, the feeling of that warm mouth on me.  The 
gagging was inevitable and I released some of my grip on her to allow 
her to breathe.  I came and came inside of her mouth, listening to her 
tiny pneumo-protests at my assault on her.  After a minute, I released 
her head and sat back.  I went to school smelling somewhat like maple 
syrup, with a wild sticky mess in my underpants.  I had to wash them out 
when I got back to my group home, lest I be questioned.  Such is the 
fate of an poor, friendless orphan, I guess.

On Friday morning, Edwin and I finally double-teamed his pretty little 
wife.  Edwin on his back and my pretty little teacher on top of him with 
his manageable penis in her.  Me behind her with my cock lodged firmly 
up her ass, much to her dismay.  Until her vibrator changed her 
discomfort into something bearable and then pleasurable.  I sawed into 
her and shot a quick load up into her before withdrawing and wiping my 
slimy wang on her butt-cheeks.  Then I held her asscheeks open and 
watched my semen slowly leak out and down, onto Edwin's legs as he 
fucked up into her.  I watched her open anus snap shut ten times like a 
sea anemone as she climaxed.  I dressed as Edwin rolled her over and did 
her missionary style.  When he had finally shot off inside his wife and 
lay panting and wheezing beside her, I addressed them both.  

"Final Exams tomorrow.  I will arrive at six in the morning.  I need you 
guys dressed and ready to go.  Bring the sex toys in case I need them.  
Edwin, you wear whatever you want.  Cindy, you wear bicycle pants and a 
sports bra.  Lycra-spandex thing.  Rustle up the last of your marijuana, 
you'll probably need it.  Questions?"

"Do you ever give a straight answer, Damien?"  My little Edwin.  

"That's a good question, Edwin.  Now, any other questions?"

My pretty little schoolteacher looked up at me from the bed.  I watched 
her big titties as she spoke to me.  Bad manners on my part, but damn.  

"I'm afraid of what's going to happen tomorrow.  I'm afraid you'll go 
too far and we'll get caught.  It is going to be public, isn't it?"

"You bet it is.  Couldn't happen any other way," I said merrily.  

"Oh God.  Please Damien, let's just do something else.  We can do 
something here, maybe."  Her voice was pleading.  

"No, Cindy.  No.  You're already passed the top of the rollercoaster 
hill.  When I came up your butt a few minutes ago, you had already 
started to hurtle down.  You just didn't know it.  You'll know it 
tomorrow.  Oh what fun we'll have!"

In class she had a bad day, losing her train of thought repeatedly 
during her lecture.  After class, several of her little cheerleader 
students stayed behind to see if she was all right.  She was all right.  
It was just a little case of Test Anxiety. 
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End of Teacher Passes the Test, Part 8 of 10, Now That's Entertainment! 
by Shakespeare_I._Aint.


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Teacher Passes the Test Parts 1-10 by Shakespeare_I._Aint
Copyright (c) 1998,   Shakespeare_I._Aint.  ALL Rights Reserved


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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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