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Teacher Passes the Test, Part 9 of 10, Walk this Way, by Shakespeare_I.
_Aint (m/MF everything)


At o'dark hundred hours on Saturday moanin', I jogged from my poor abode 
to the home of my tormented educators.  I had told my silly foster-
parents, the McGwires, that I had volunteered with a bunch of "friends" 
to help out at a art display in the City of Detroit and that I would be 
back that night.  They didn't have a problem with one of their charges 
being gone for the whole day.  They had other boys to worry about.  Ones 
that couldn't be trusted as well as they could trust me.  

It was a chilly dark morning but it was supposed to warm up to around 
sixty degrees today.  Jogging through the gloom I couldn't imagine that 
happening.  But that El Nino thing had sure helped the Michigan weather 
because you could never find sixty degrees in late November in this 
state.  

I puffed into the backyard and did my customary surveillance before 
announcing my presence.  I saw my intended victims sitting at the 
kitchen table, idly reading the morning newspaper.  I could see the 
Weather Channel on the television in the family room.  Just like Edwin 
to tune in to see what he should wear to Final Exams.  I admired his 
plodding, practical way.  

My pretty little schoolteacher glanced idly through the ads for women's 
clothing and accessories.  Her face was troubled and nervous as it 
should be.  I worked my way over to the back door.  Instead of knocking, 
I let myself in.  Both their heads shot up to watch my entrance into 
their retreat.  

"Morning," I said affably.  They stared at me mutely.  And glanced 
suspiciously at the knapsack strung over my teenage shoulders.  
Interested people.  

"We'll catch some breakfast on the road.  We've got a nice drive in 
front of us and we need to get going.  I'll lay the ground rules down 
once we are on the road.  Let's go," I ordered.  Edwin slowly shuffled 
heavily to his feet, dispair and defeat written in his poor posture.  He 
was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a rather nice plaid flannel shirt.  
Comfortable hiking boots.  My pretty little teacher arose.  She was 
wearing the tight, lycra-spandex black sports bra and black bicycle 
pants I had requested.  The left a large expanse of her flawless abdomen 
exposed to view.  Her 28 year old body was plenty tight.  Oh my pretty 
little teacher.  But I did note that she had put panties on under those 
tight pants.  And the hem-lines stood out vulgarly.  I guessed we'd fix 
that situation later.

And so it went that we piled uncomfortably into Edwin's big comfortable 
white Ford Expedition.  Edwin driving and my pretty little teacher and I 
riding in the back seat.  Just before we backed out of the driveway I 
hopped back out and went back into the house to do a little business.  
When I returned to my anxious couple I directed Edwin to head out to 
Krispy Kreme Donuts near the highway.  We rode in silence.  When we got 
there, neither one wanted to go into the store with me so I bought us 
some doughnuts and bagels using only my own sense of taste as a guide.  
I also bought coffee for my people and a hot chocolate for myself.  I 
didn't like the taste of coffee and in a group home hot chocolate is a 
highly prized commodity usually reserved only for foster-parents.  Back 
inside the gloom-mobile I passed out the goodies and started in some 
warm-up activities to keep the ride from getting boring.    

"Okay, I hope you guys are ready for the Final Exam.  Edwin, head north 
up the interstate for awhile.  It'll take a couple of hours to get 
there.  And try not to speed too bad.  We can't afford to be pulled 
over.  Cindy, put your coffee down for a minute and crawl over into the 
front seat.  Take Ed's boots off.  Then take his pants off.  Make him 
more comfortable.  Go."  

And I sat back and watched her troubled face work and her mouth open to 
enter a protest.  I had to love this woman.  Her constant attempts to 
win concessions.  What a negotiator she could be.  

"Damien," she said in her low silky way, "how about we just hold off 
until we get to where we're going?  It'll be more exciting for us that 
way.  The anticipation I mean?"  Her pretty face beamed at me; her 
eyelashes batted at me.  

"Oh, Cindy.  What a poor start you're making today," I answered sadly.  
I could see Edwin sit up nervously behind the wheel, his wide eyes 
straying to the rear view mirror.  I continued.  "What your Examiner had 
been looking for was signs of obedience.  Your attempt to haggle over 
the terms of a simple assignment.... well, it just doesn't speak well of 
you."  I watched my little Cindy's face go from confusion and move right 
into fear.  She didn't know what to do.  She glanced up at her husband 
for help.  He averted his gaze immediately and studied the road.  

"Cindy, here's a make-up question.  What can you do to make up for your 
willful attitude?"

"I... I don't know, Damien," she cried out, flustered and under 
pressure, her eyes going big and watery.  

"You better think of something," I warned her mildly, smiling my gentle 
smile.  

"Let me... let me....  I don't know... I don't know!" she cried real 
tears now.  

I put my hot chocolate into one of the cupholders in this fantastic 
vehicle.  "Lean over the front seat, Cindy.  In front of me."

She cried softly, eyeing me all the while.  "What are you going to do?"

"Do I have to tell you?"  She shook her head quickly and slid over 
towards me.  She ducked over the back of the front seat, her spandex-
clad ass in my field of vision, her top half  spilling down the front 
seat.  Good thing the Expedition had tinted windows or the other 
motorists would be curious.  I wasted no time.  I grabbed the top of 
Cindy's bicycle pants and peeled them and those offending panties right 
off her backside, exposing her wonderful white ass to my view.  Cindy 
squealed in mortal terror.  As well she should.  

"Okay, people.  One more time I go over this.  This is Exam Day.  You do 
what I say when I say to do it.  Get through the day and I give you guys 
your money back.  Fuck this up and I don't know what I'd have to do with 
the two of you.  But I'll be damned if I'm going to spend the next two 
hours in this car teaching a Teacher how to behave.  I thought that 
lesson was learned on Day One.  So it's ten hard ones on the ass for you 
Cindy and my sincere hope that you can perform at a higher level in the 
future."  And I brought alternating hands down on Cindy's fleshy taut 
globes.  Real loud slaps that stung my hands and made them swell just 
from the impact.  Ten hard ones.  And my teacher yelped and cried out 
after each strike; her hands making mad little dashes one after the 
other to try to protect her butt from the discipline, each time 
remembering at the last instant to pull away and not arouse my anger 
further by blocking my access to her ass.  After ten strikes, I rested, 
my hands warm and tingling; my teachers beautiful ass a hodgepodge of 
pink and white.  Her sobs loud in the Expedition.  Her husband barely 
able to keep in one lane, his eyes constantly flicking into the rear 
view mirror to check out the action.  "Keep us on the road please, 
Edwin."  He started guiltily and then stared blandly forward.  

For my part, I grabbed Cindy's buttocks and played with them, kneading 
and pushing and pulling them open until I could see her round little 
brown butthole and her dark pink slit.  I leaned forward and buried my 
face in her smells hearing her sharp gasp of surprise.  And oh, she 
smelled like a woman that morning.  A woman who had taken a nervous dump 
before her tormentor arrived.  Her butthole had a sharp, tangy odor 
clinging to it.  So I retreated, inspecting it from afar.  It looked 
clean enough.  With one hand separating each cheek I ordered my pretty 
little teacher to sing a particular song while I manipulated her ass so 
that her butthole would appear to be doing the singing.  My little 
teacher stopped her sobbing and started to sing in a small choking 
voice.  

"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
 Ninety-nine bottles of beer,
 If one of those bottles should happen to fall
 Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall."

"Next verse," I ordered breezily.  And I only made her go down to 
"ninety bottles of beer on the wall" while I watched the show her brown 
winking asshole provided with it's lip-synching ability.  And I know my 
teacher was badly embarrassed to be singing next to her husband while a 
fifteen year old held her ass in both hands while pretending her nether 
hole was singing to him.  After I allowed her to stop I wetted my left 
index finger in my mouth and slowly buried it in my Teacher's backside.  
She groaned in discomfort and I burrowed in.  It was warm and gripping 
up there.  I moved my finger around in it's tight confines and I was 
rewarded with additional groans from my little Cindy.  Edwin's face was 
once more buried in the rear view mirror.  So I pulled my stinkfinger 
out of Cindy and regarded it.  No obvious shit on it, but it seemed 
different than it was when it went in.  And it reeked.  I pushed Cindy's 
ass away from me.  

"Get in the front seat now, Cindy.  I'll hand you your coffee."  After 
she clambered over the seat into the front of the vehicle and turned to 
face me suspiciously, I uncapped her coffee and stirred it for her.  
Using my left index finger.  And she knew.  She knew as I handed her the 
coffee where that particular digit had been.  As I watched with my most 
expectant face she slowly raised the cup to her lips and took a nice 
sip.  A bit of a grimace on her face.  But quietly and without protest.  
As it should be.

"Okay.  Let's get back on schedule.  Cindy, I believe I told you to get 
Edwin's boots and pants off him.  So do that.  Then take your pants and 
those silly panties all the way off.  Edwin, for God's sake keep between 
the lines."

"Okay, Damien," my guidance counselor answered dutifully as his pretty 
little wife ducked down to remove his hiking boots.  I heard them hit 
the floorboards as she tossed them to her side of the large luxury 
vehicle.  Then undoing the belt, snap and zipper of his trousers she 
laboriously dragged them down his pale flaccid legs.  Edwin assisted her 
as best he could, raising his large ass off the seat.  Finally, my 
guidance Counselor sat there in his flannel shirt and white underpants, 
his stubby penis jutting straight up in excitement.  Trying to drive as 
though he wasn't half naked.  My pretty little teacher ill at ease in 
the front seat her bottom half naked.  

At my suggestion, Cindy loaded a pipeful of the remnants of their 
precious marijuana and we sparked it up.  We cracked the windows open so 
as not to choke on the thick, sweet smoke.  And slowly we got buzzed on 
caffeine, sugar and dope as we headed up the highway.  I sat in an 
increasingly comfortable silence until my educators interrupted my 
thoughts. 

Where are we going, Damien?  Will you tell us?" Edwin Van Horn asked in 
a nicely submissive voice.  Hoping not to piss me off.  I decided to 
tell them enough to worry them.  Anticipation is such a wonderful tool.  

"Edwin, Cindy, we're going to Groper State Park up on Lake Huron.  I was 
there once as a kid with a family I stayed with.  Wonderful place, I'll 
never forget it.  Especially after today."  I waited for their response.  
It wasn't long in coming.  My pretty little teacher turned and searched 
my face as she spoke.  

"What are you going to make us do, Damien?  That's what we're worried 
about.  We don't want to get into trouble and we're afraid we'll get 
caught.  Arrested or something.  Get fired from the school.  Understand?  
That's why we're asking, honey..."  The first time she had ever called 
me anything but "Damien".  Kinda cool.  Almost motherly.  Except for the 
nervousness in her voice.  But that was nice too.  And I was rather glad 
my short-lived puppy love had worn off.  It made today easier.  

"Okay, my two lovely educators.  I'll tell you more about what's going 
on today, although I hate to let the cat out of the bag.  Groper State 
Park has a nice trail system.  There's one trail that I remember--it's 
about four miles long and runs partly along Lake Huron and a few feeder 
rivers.  It's perfect for me and Cindy to walk on and play a few games 
every now and then." 

My Guidance Counselor, worriedly, "What about me Damien?  I wait in the 
car?"  His eyes regarded me in the rear view mirror.    

I grinned.  "You wish.  No, Edwin, you'll be walking with us.  Except 
that you'll be off the trail and in the woods a little bit.  The better 
to hide the fact that you'll be naked except for your underpants and 
your shoes.  

Edwin and Cindy did a nice theatrical gasp for me.  Edwin turned three 
shades of red before he finally croaked, "Damien... do I have to do 
this... can't we just do something else?"

"No we can't," I answered, "because this feels so right.  Edwin in the 
woods.  Me and Cindy on the trail.  We meet up every so often and visit 
some type of perversion on one of you.  Hopefully, Edwin doesn't get 
spotted and blow the whole deal.  We might end up having to leave him 
and pick him up somewhere besides the parking lot.  Think about it.  The 
drama, the action, the sex.  This little scheme has it all.  And you 
want to change it?  Shame on you, Edwin Van Horn."

I watched their dubious faces as they exchanged sympathetic glances with 
each other.  Time for the coup de grace, although I didn't know how to 
put that accent thingy over "coup".  I opened my brown paper bag and 
removed their Sony mini-cam.  A videocamera I had ignored even though I 
knew they owned one.  "We'll be filming parts of today's activities so 
you guys can relive your finest hours later.  If for some reason this 
little outing should fail, I would retain the videotape.  I hope you 
understand."  

I rolled tape.  I had Cindy pack another pipe and light it up. Pass it 
around.  I filmed Edwin in his underwear driving.  With a stubby hard-
on.  Smoking marijuana.  Then I turned on Cindy and made her spread her 
legs and play with herself for posterity.  I handed her the vibrator and 
filmed her masturbating in the front seat until she made slight grunts 
in orgasm.  I also made her bury fingers in her gash and then suck on 
them for the camera.  I thought she would whine or cry but she didn't.  
She had quite a grimace on her face and I believe I saw her gag.  Oh, it 
was really cool, and my own cock was turgid in my pants.  

In another forty-five minutes, we rolled off the freeway and headed east 
towards the park which was nestled on the sandy shores of Lake Huron, 
one of the Great Lakes.  It covered almost 2000 acres with over two 
miles of shoreline.  Since we didn't have an annual sticker on the 
windshield, we pulled over short of the entrance and I allowed my 
captives to dress themselves.  Then we rolled up to the entrance and 
paid our four bucks to get in.  It was almost nine in the morning and 
the sun was shining to beat the band.  The air still had a chill in it 
though.  I had Edwin drive us around the park and parking areas for 
awhile to give me an idea of how the place was laid out.  While I was 
formulating my final plans and letting the world warm up, my pretty 
little teacher told us she had to go "potty".  

"Pull over to the shoulder, Edwin.  Cindy has to take a piss," I 
ordered.  Edwin pulled over to the gravel shoulder of the road and 
waited like a good chauffeur.  Cindy turned red.  "No, take me to the 
bathroom.  There was one in that parking area awhile back.  I'll go 
there," she said unsteadily.  I watched the slight glassy redness of her 
eyes.  She was stoned from smoking dope.  And I knew she would do what I 
told her to do. 

"Edwin, do you think I'm going to let your wife go and use the bathroom? 
I asked.  

"No, but I wish you would do something.  I have to use... I mean, you 
know... it's the time of the morning when I usually go," Edwin finished 
weakly. 

"Of course, how insensitive of me," I remarked in my own inimitably 
smartass way.  "Turn into the next parking area."  

A few more minutes and we pulled into "Lakeview Trail South Parking."  
The parking lot was buried a hundred yards off in the woods.  It was a 
nicely paved affair with room for about 100 cars.  It currently held 
about six including ours.  Up a short trail I could see the building 
which held the bathrooms and trail information exhibits.  A sixty foot 
swath of grass separated the paved parking area from the treeline of the 
surrounding woods.  Perfect.  No one was moving around; presumably they 
had already hit the trail.  I had Edwin pull in fairly close to the rest 
of the vehicles.  The air in the vehicle was charged with electricity as 
we pulled in and parked.  I glanced at their faces; each held a nice 
healthy dose of tension.  The sky overhead was clear; the sunlight was 
dappled in these woods as it slowly warmed up.  

"Turn the engine off and hand me the keys, Edwin," I murmured from the 
backseat.  Edwin complied in his slow and cumbersome way.  He turned and 
handed me the keys.  Both he and my pretty little teacher were turned in 
their seats watching me.  I took the keys and pocketed them solemnly.  
Then I told Edwin to strip down to boots and underwear.  I could see the 
stress on his face and he considered balking.  

"Open your door, Edwin," I commanded as I jumped out the backseat and 
worked my way around to the driver's side door.  As I approached Edwin 
opened his door to me.  I stood in the doorway and regarded Edwin's 
chubby, scared face.  "C'mon Edwin, it's time to perform."  And finally, 
my Guidance counselor started to slowly remove his boots, socks, shirt, 
and finally his pants.  He hurriedly ducked low to replace his boots.  
His wife's face was expressionless as she watched.  When Edwin Van Horn 
finally sat there in his underwear and boots I gave him his marching 
orders.  

"Eddie, you are going to take a shit.  Right where we can see you.  
Cindy will be your lookout and will run some napkins out to you when 
you're ready for them.  When you're finished Cindy and I will take the 
trail around the park.  You'll be paralleling us off the beaten path, 
Edwin.  Understand?"  Edwin gulped and nodded.  "Cindy, for right now I 
need you to take your stretch pants off.  You'll start the festivities 
for all of us by racing out into "no man's land" out there and taking 
your piss.  Here's a napkin."  I handed her a Krispy Kreme napkin and 
she took it dumbly, her eyes wide with fear now that the onus was on 
her.  She slowly peeled the black lycra bicycle pants down her flawless 
legs and over her small Nikes, glancing fearfully around as she did.  My 
cock surged again in my pants.  Her light blond pussy hair was starting 
to grow in and it was nice--I liked the definition.  I walked around the 
front of the vehicle and opened her passenger-front door.  She cowered 
inside, small and insignificant, and I strongly considered just climbing 
onto her and fucking her right then and there.  But I finally backed 
away and waited for her to spring into action.  She peered around the 
parking lot like a frightened jackrabbit for almost a minute.  Then all 
of a sudden, she bounded gracefully out of the vehicle past me and 
skittered into the middle of the grass.  The sun fell fully upon my 
pretty little teacher as she squatted low; her eyes closed and her 
napkin clasped tightly in her hand.  For about twenty seconds nothing 
happened and even I was nervously looking around and back again when 
suddenly her floodgates opened and a heavy stream of urine struck the 
ground under my pretty little teacher.  She pissed long and hard, 
knocking loose blades of dead grass and small pebbles out the way.  
Grunting continuously until her flow trickled off.  My teacher was 
already wiping her pussy as she arose and by the time she was standing 
straight up, she had let go of the napkin and was sprinting back to the 
safety of the Expedition.  Edwin and I watched open-mouthed.  She 
clambered in and shut her door loudly, gasping, crying and laughing with 
relief at the same time.  She hugged Edwin tightly and I felt that 
irritating twinge of jealousy again.  Finally, she let go and they 
regarded me.  

"Tough act to follow, Edwin, but do your best.  You're up.  Go," I 
advised him.  And I swear this out-of-shape little guy actually squared 
his shoulders and buried his chins in his chest.  He looked almost 
casually around, and then bounced out of the vehicle and lumbered over 
into the short grass.  He took a squat.  Almost the instant we could see 
his asshole, we could tell he was taking a shit.  His asshole widened 
and a log was falling from Edwin to earth.  I slid up into the 
Expedition with Cindy as we watched.  Her eyes were locked on her 
husband's performance out on the grass.  She barely noticed my left hand 
when I slid two fingers in between her legs.  And into her warm cunt.  
Then she moaned and slid her hips forward a bit to accommodate me.  

And while Edwin groaned and shit in the short grass, I fingered my 
pretty little teacher, sucking my fingers and driving them back deeper 
into her.  Her with a nice buzz from our little smoke.  Until I noticed 
Edwin waving frantically with one hand in our direction.  

"Time to wipe, Mrs. Van Horn.  Run him out some napkins, " I ordered 
placing several in her hands.  She opened that big car door and flitted 
out nimbly, her spectacular ass still slightly mottled from my earlier 
abuse.  She no sooner placed those napkins in hubby's hands than she was 
running back to the safety of the vehicle.  I watched Edwin wipe himself 
and discard the napkins on the grass before he stood heavily and pounded 
back to our ride.  He tore the door open and slipped inside, gasping 
with exertion and an adrenaline rush.  I couldn't waste any no further 
time.  I unzipped my jeans and fished my rampant penis out of my 
underpants.  My cock stuck straight up my belly.  I had Edwin's 
attention.  

"Cindy, lay down on the bench seat with your legs towards me," I urged 
insistently.  As Cindy turned and lay passively down on the bench seat 
she spread her legs to me like a good little teacher.  I grabbed her 
legs and pulled her towards me.  Her head slid off Edwin's meaty thigh 
and bounced lightly on the leather seating.  "You're going to be leaking 
when we walk the trail," I warned her almost good-naturedly.  With that 
I rubbed my jeans-clad groin down against her until I knew the lay of 
the land.  I advanced the tiniest bit into her wet vagina and then bull-
rushed forward.  Cindy gasped, if not at my length, than at my zipper 
pounding at the lips of her pussy.  

"Edwin, if you want to come, you can beat off onto her forehead and into 
her hair if you want," I grunted.  And my stubby Guidance Counselor 
didn't waste any time considering what a poor alternative to coitus he 
had been granted.  Instead, He swiveled around and got up on his knees 
on the seat and maneuvered until his cock dangled over his pretty little 
wife's face and he commenced to stroking himself.  

For my part, I was far too excited to provide the five or ten minutes of 
hard fucking that the movies had taught me to accept as the standard.  
It was really odd to be fucking a woman, naked from the waist down, who 
was wearing dainty little tennis socks and tiny Nike shoes.  Highly 
unusual, something you just don't see.  I was practically beating off 
inside of Cindy anyway.  She was pretty well pinned down on the seat by 
her husband and I and I knew she was receiving sensations, but nothing 
that would send her to orgasm.    But she was warm and inviting and in 
no time I started squirting inside her.  I believe that she knew when I 
voided into her because her eyes, which had been closed against the 
threat of Edwin shooting into her face, opened and focused thoughtfully 
on me in the moments of vulnerability when I was cumming.  And I laid a 
nice white trail in her for others to follow.  

I couldn't slump over onto her and rest a few minutes because Edwin was 
beating himself furiously and I didn't want to get caught in the line of 
fire.  So I rested on my arms, buried in my teacher-love, while we 
waited for her chubby little husband.  We didn't wait long.  He grunted 
and a robe of his nacreous sperm landed on her beautiful blonde bangs.  
His second, third and fourth shots landed farther back on her head and 
he rubbed himself back and forth in her short hair to complete his come.  

"Work it in, Edwin," I ordered, and he immediately lent his right index 
finger to the task of transferring his goo from his wife's forehead back 
into her hair, taking his time and gently and evenly working the spend 
onto her.  Cindy's eyes were closed.   She was resting, waiting for me 
to abandon her crotch so she could tend to herself.  Probably wondering 
how she had gotten into this mess.  I reached the dashboard and grabbed 
a napkin and placed it into her left hand.  Then I backed out of her and 
watched her left hand snake unerringly to her crotch to blot up my spunk 
as it tried to escape her.  I put my wet wrinkled warrior back into his 
cage and zipped him up.  Edwin backed off and Cynthia Van Horn, educator 
and good wife, sat up in the front seat, her hair slightly wet with 
semen and a napkin between her exquisite legs.  She seemed slightly 
embarrassed for some reason.

I hopped out of the passenger side and re-entered the backseat.  My two 
educators regarded me silently.  The interior of the vehicle smelled 
like sex.  It was cool.

"Cynthia, put your shorts back on.  You'll still leak a little, but 
that's okay.  Edwin, I'm going to check out that trail info thing up at 
the bathrooms.  You guys smoke a bowl; when I get back we get started.  
Understand?"  He nodded, his demeanor seemed very accepting and I was 
grateful for that.  I got out and walked slowly up the slight hill to 
the bathroom building.  It seemed warm enough out here in the sun to get 
my plan going and I was ready although having fucked once already, the 
edge was off and I could effect my plans more leisurely now.  The posted 
trails map on the wall didn't add much to my wealth of knowledge.  It 
simply related that I had my choice of three trails, the longest of 
which was the Lakeview Trail we were parked at.  The trail was five 
miles long and ran through the woods and for a time, within several 
hundred feet of a cooling Lake Huron.  The trail was a loop that 
"started" for want of a better term, here at the parking lot.  I went 
inside the men's bathroom just to look around, then returned to my 
lovely victims.  Twenty feet from the vehicle I caught the burnt tang of 
marijuana.  These two really could smoke weed.  I hopped back into the 
backseat.  The vehicle smelled like Woodstock and my educators seemed be 
very relaxed and mellow.  

"Cindy, you ready to go?" I asked.  

She blushed and nodded.  "This is so embarrassing," my Cindy whispered.  

"But it makes you kind of hot, don't it?" I pressed eagerly.  She hung 
her head and nodded almost imperceptibly.  

"Edwin?  Your time to shine you know..."

"I'm ready," he said quietly looking out towards the trail.

"Good.  You're first out.  We'll meet you at the start of the trail.  
Go."

And our stout Guidance Counselor took one more glance around the parking 
lot.  Then he began to pant heavily, psyching himself up for the run.  
The driver's door shot open and Edwin ambled heavily out, his white 
underwear shining crazily in the November sunshine as he crashed heavily 
into the woods.  I jumped out of the car and grabbed my knapsack then 
opened Cindy's door and held my hand out for her.  She looked at me 
quizzically for a second then took my hand.  I helped out of the 
vehicle.  She stood stonily blinking in the warm sun, the white-muscled 
expanse of her abdomen gleaming in the light.  Her magnificent breasts, 
those two in a million breasts, so huge on such a small frame; those 
breasts that had only been whipped once in her life; they hugged her 
frame under that sports top like only two grapefruits could.  Her slim 
hips also clad in black spandex; her perfect heart-shaped ass, whose 
depths I had penetrated gratefully, hung off her as the perfect back 
porch.  I nodded approval almost involuntarily and she caught me.  She 
gave the embarrassed little shrug of a little wife who knows she's built 
but can't help it.  But hell, for my part, I told myself, I looked 
pretty hot for a fifteen year old boy.  I had a nice cock, slim hips, 
and nice abs too.  Cindy had told me herself (after I dragged it out of 
her) that I was "young and tight".  So we made a nice pair.  Like a boy 
and his young Aunt or something, I told myself.  I nodded towards the 
start of the trail and we walked quietly away from the Expedition and 
towards the rest of the Final Exam.  


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Chapter Two: I didn't know Sasquatches wore Fruit of the Loom Underwear                                         
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And so my "Aunt", my teacher, my puppy-love, my three orificed cum-
whore, the tender target of my angers, and I walked down the trail and 
through the woods.  Off on the start of our four mile journey.  Since no 
one was around I held out my hand and Cindy, after looking around shyly, 
took it.  We strolled easily down the eight foot wide paved path, 
glancing off casually as we walked into the woods.  And the forest was 
strangely silent empty of birdsong here in late November; the leaves 
carpeting the ground the trees naked black giants.  And a portly man in 
his underwear trying to sneak through them.  Crunching every other twig 
under his booted feet; his pale skin gleaming in our peripheral vision.

Within minutes, we heard an additional sound.  A couple of people coming 
towards us.  We dropped the hand holding thing and advanced.  The other 
couple, in their mid-thirties, passed us heading back towards the 
parking lot.  They broke off their conversation to say hello to us.  The 
woman's eyes passed over my adolescent form appraisingly before moving 
on to my pretty little teacher.  I watched her grip on her husband's 
hand tighten in dismay as she saw my teacher's clinging lycra-spandex 
clothes, so inappropriate around such an impressionable child as I.  And 
the husband's eyes had alit upon  Cindy's wonderful chest and did not 
leave it until he felt his wife's hand tighten on his.  And I drank in 
the woman's disapproval and the man's jealousy.  My pretty little 
teacher seemed to shrink into herself.  We strode away from them and my 
teacher finally broke the silence.

"That was horrible.  I feel like a whore.  Did you see how they looked 
at me?"  My sad little  Cindy.  

"Yeah.  It was wild.  That guy really wanted you.  And that lady looked 
like she wanted to kill you."

"She knew.  She knows what's going on here.  I could see it in her eyes.  
She wanted to say something to me, I just know it."  

"She just thinks you're a slut.  That's how you feel anyway, right?  So 
what's the difference?", I said carelessly.    I stopped Cindy on the 
path and held her tightly.  My hands crept around behind her to grasp 
her ass.  I pulled her into my groin and rubbed myself on her.  "It 
makes you feel slutty right?  Walking around here with extremely tight 
clothes and your abdomen showing?  With a fifteen year old?  Makes you 
kind of tingly when you're singled out for humiliation like that woman 
gave you?"  Cindy blushed and looked away.

"A little," she finally admitted.  "It's...different....I've always had 
a bit of an exhibitionist streak I guess.  And the humiliation thing--
which you certainly bring with you--makes it kind of hot too...  When 
that woman stared at me, I felt like my body temperature went up about 
twenty degrees.  Like she was roasting me with her eyes.  Even when they 
were coming at us my vagina was getting so wet I thought they would 
smell me.  It made me hot."

I let her go, my mind swimming.  It was getting time that I shot another 
load, so when I saw a small sidepath off to the left of the trail, I 
pulled my Cindy down it and into the forest primeval.  We could hear the 
awkward movement of our albino Sasquatch in the woods as he approached.  
Sweat gleamed on his pale white skin.  His gut hung out hugely probably 
because he was too tired to make any effort to hold it in.  Edwin's eyes 
were bright with excitement and exertion.  He came to rest in our 
clearing and tripoded his hands on his knees and breathed heavily for a 
minute before he spoke.  We waited, interested in this pudgy man with a 
boner in his underpants..  

"Those people almost caught me," he gasped.  "They stopped and were 
looking in the woods where I was hiding.  They heard me.  If that guy 
had walked twenty feet in he'd have spotted me.  I was hiding behind the 
only big tree around.  These white underpants really stick out," he 
finished breathlessly.  He looked around the small clearing and then at 
us.  "What are we doing here?  I need a break anyway.  My heart's going 
a mile a minute."  

"We'll rest here for a couple of minutes then for you Ed," I said 
amiably.  There was a blown-over tree on one side of the small clearing 
and I made my way over to it and set my backpack down.  Cindy stood 
uncertainly watching both her husband and I.  When I judged Edwin wasn't 
going to fall over with a massive myocardial infarction, I cleared my 
throat.  My educators looked over at me.  

"Cynthia, Edwin.  We've stepped off the beaten path for a few minutes to 
put you through your paces so to speak.  In this instance, Ed, I recall 
that your little lady has never seen you perform fellatio on me.  I know 
we told you about it Cindy but you've never seen it live.  So, Edwin, if 
you'll step this way you can drop to your knees and get started.  Don't 
forget, I've been in your wife, so if I smell funny it's her fault."  
Edwin stood stock still, not looking at either of us.  Cindy looked 
worriedly between the two of us.  

"Cindy, do you have any problems or concerns about Edwin if he gives me 
some head?  Would you have a major problem dealing with that?", I asked.  
Edwin's head came up like a horse's as he regarded his wife.  Cindy 
looked worriedly over at him.  "No, Damien, I've told you.  I love my 
husband and nothing will change that.  If that's what has to happen to 
pass the test then whatever."  Edwin looked like he needed some more 
encouragement before he subjugated himself to a fifteen year old boy in 
front of his wife.  I reached into the backpack and pulled out the 
videocamera and motioned Cindy over to me.  I handed the videocamera to 
the pretty little teacher and waved her back.  

"Edwin, our little scene will be videotaped.  Pretty cool, huh?  Cindy, 
start rolling tape."  When I saw the light go on and the camera turn in 
my direction, I set the scene.  

"We're here at the Groper State Park on the Lakeview Trail.  Edwin, 
Cindy and I have gotten off the beaten path for awhile so that Edwin can 
bury his face in my groin for a few minutes.  At my request.  Let the 
record show that Edwin is neither homosexual or bisexual by nature and 
that his compliance here today is made necessary by other 
considerations.  Having said that, it is my hope that his sucking me in 
front of his wife will awaken something inside him and that this video 
will become even more entertaining.  Without further ado, Cindy, if 
you'll swing the camera to Ed--that's it--okay.  By the way, Edwin has 
been walking in the woods in his underwear.  Quite the thrill for him.  
Edwin, at this point, I want you to approach me and suck my cock in 
front of your wife.  Will you do that?"

Edwin stared at the camera and over at me with a dazed look on his face.  
Finally, he muttered, "Yes, Damien."

"Come here, Edwin."

Cindy swung the camera as her husband shambled over towards me.  When we 
stood about two feet apart, I lowered my shorts and underwear to the 
ground in one fell swoop and stepped out of them.  My cock raged in the 
cool air and danced in four/fifths time to the beating of my heart.  In 
my peripheral vision I could see Cindy move in closer to the action.  I 
backed up a bit and seated myself along the length of the fallen log.  
The bark was rough and I had to sit down carefully.  My cock jutted up 
stiffly and I used my cock muscles to wave it obscenely for the benefit 
of the camera.  I was ready and I waved Edwin down from his slump-
shouldered standing position.  Standing in his underwear and boots, my 
stout Guidance Counselor kind of just dropped to his knees.  With what 
could be construed as either a hysterical short laugh or a sharp cry of 
anguish he grasped my cock with his right hand and lowered his mouth 
down upon it.  I felt his warm, wet bearded mouth envelope and hold me 
for a minute.  It was quite luxurious in there.  Then Edwin started to 
suck and move his face up and down my shaft.  It was a toothy ride from 
an amateur.  Not his best work.  Not like the time I kicked his ass and 
made him blow me in the garage.  Or the time in his basement when he was 
filling in for his absent wife.  But I was too excited to care enough to 
tell him to ease up on the teeth.  And Cindy jockeying around with the 
camera trying to catch every angle of this event didn't help my stamina 
anyway.  So I sat there and let Edwin fellate me in front of his wife.  
After a few minutes, I made him pay long licking attention to my balls 
and scrotum.  Cindy practically burrowed the camera into us to film her 
husband as I made him lift and tongue the underside of my balls.  That's 
such an exquisite feeling.  While he performed those ablutions on my 
body I began to stroke my cock until I felt the sap rise close to the 
surface.  

"I'm going to come now, Edwin.  I know that the "money shot" makes for 
good theater in the porno industry, but I'm going to empty myself into 
you.  You may swallow at will, sir."  Stroking myself to the release 
point, I grabbed Edwin's blocky head and forced myself into this mouth.  
I felt his teeth lock in a grim rictus of denial as I mashed myself into 
his gullet.  And I pumped my semen into him, feeling him shudder.  But 
he didn't gag and his mouth loosened and went soft and warm around me as 
I spasmed further inside his mouth.  I had a hand cupping his throat to 
hold him in place and I felt his Adam's apple bob several times as he 
swallowed to get the taste of Damien North out of his mouth.  When I was 
finally done, I released my hold on his head and he backed up onto his 
haunches. 

"Good job, Edwin," I said, impressed by his performance.  He nodded 
glumly.  "C'mon, Ed.  Don't be a gloomy Gus.  When this day's over 
you're going home with Cindy, and all I'll have is memories.  Don't fret 
over a little blowjob between friends.  Tell you what--since I see you 
still got a raging hard-on, Cindy will take care of that for you."  

I walked over to Cindy, who was still filming us and took the camera 
from her.  I trained it on her face and chest and reached my left hand 
out to partially lift and stroke one of the captive mammaries on her 
chest.  "What do you say, Cindy?  You're man needs a little pick-me-up.
So if you'll just lay down on the ground here, Edwin will straddle your 
head and 'fuck your face' if you don't mind me being so vulgar.  You'll 
swallow his seed won't you?  To make him feel better?  You would do that 
for him wouldn't you?"  My Cindy looked positively stricken.  She stared 
directly into the camera's eye like it was a live cobra that was going 
to bite her.  She flinched when I rolled my thumb over her clothed 
nipple.  I could tell the humiliation thing was working pretty well.  
Capturing her shame on video only made it better.  Mrs. Cynthia Van Horn 
remained speechless, humiliated but hot.  

"If you can't answer then just go do it," I ordered her softly.  She 
turned and walked to Edwin, then laid down gently on the dry leaves and 
grasses of the clearing.  "Edwin, strip."  Edwin pulled the underpants 
off and kicked them off.  He was standing naked in his boots, his 
smaller cock pointing straight out in front of him.  He went to the feet 
of my pretty little teacher and then walked himself up her form until he 
was straddling her neck and face.  Then he lowered himself slowly to his 
knees.  His knees were just above her shoulders as he planted them into 
the ground.  His gut tended to obscure my filming so I dropped to a 
sitting position next to Cindy's right side.    Edwin's penis rested 
against his wife's lips.  "Rub your cock on her lips, Ed"  And he began 
to rub himself against his wife's beautiful face.  And I caught it on 
film.  "Okay, Teacher.  I need you to start sucking your husband.  When 
he comes, you can swallow his goo.  Go."  Cindy's mouth popped open and 
Edwin inserted himself in there.  Her mouth closed against him and the 
cocksucking began in earnest.  I filmed it idly, my cock relaxed in my 
lap; the cool ground chilling my ass.  On inspiration, I reached down to 
Cindy's crotch and rubbed; her pelvis rose hard to meet my hand.  I gave 
her crotch a nice massage for awhile while I filmed.  When I became 
bored and slightly irritated by Ed's inability to finish, I took charge 
as a good Director should.  

"Cindy, moisten a finger and work it up Ed's ass."  Her hand disappeared 
behind Ed's heaving bulk, towards her face, and then catching a break in 
Ed's rhymic assault on her mouth, the hand reappeared.  She worked her 
right index finger between Edwin's hairy ass and having found a proper 
place, pushed slightly.  Edwin's ass moved forward to lessen the 
discomfort of the intruder.  I slid out from Cindy's side for the next 
direction. "Put that finger back in your mouth, Mrs. Van Horn.  Make it 
more wet."  Cindy pulled her finger out of her husband and I filmed the 
dirty digit entering her mouth.  Edwin rested panting above her face.  
Cindy's eyes were tightly closed as she wet her finger.  I followed that 
finger as it reinserted itself in Edwin Van Horn's backside as he began 
stroking into her mouth again.  His ass moved a jackhammer as he fucked 
is wife's face--I wouldn't have been surprised if he bruised her lips.  
He was that insistent on coming.  Poor middle-aged guy couldn't rise to 
the occasion again as fast a boy like me could.  I gave him another 
thirty seconds and then, "Wet two fingers, Mrs. Van Horn.  Put both into 
him and push for all you're worth."  Cindy pulled her finger out of her 
husband's ass and stuck her dirty index finger and her "fuck finger" 
into her mouth.  Her index finger didn't have any shit on it or 
anything, but I know it fairly reeked from having spent time up in him.  
She wet the two fingers and reached around between his cheeks.  This 
time both fingers went in and she pushed hard.  Edwin got his cock back 
in her mouth and began grunting heavily and fucking her mouth like a 
madman.  Within a minute I made our little Cindy rewet those two fingers 
and reinsert them in her husband.  Only then did the pitch of his 
grunting change radically and I had the camera on Cindy's face when her 
eyes flew open in shock as her husband jettisoned his load in her mouth.  
Never one to love the taste of semen, she gave out a huge gagging sound 
and for awhile I thought she was going to throw up.  She put a 
restraining hand on Ed's large abdomen to stop him from moving in and 
out of her mouth while she worked to swallow his vile offering.  Tears 
welled up in her eyes from the taste I imagine.  Finally, Edwin moved 
off her face and lay on his side on the cool autumnal ground panting 
like the middle-aged out of shape white male he was.  Cindy sat up 
shakily and brushed some organic matter, leaves and twigs and stuff, out 
of her short blond hair.  Her face was red with her recent exertions.  I 
was impressed.  

"That was really something, Mrs. Van Horn," I said with the camera 
rolling.  

"Yes, it was really something.   I did it.  I did it all.  And don't 
call me 'Mrs. Van Horn'.  We've talked about that."  My Cindy seemed to 
be gaining strength.  "I got to go potty.  I imagine you have something 
in mind for me?   And turn that camera off."

"Yeah," I answered, shutting the videocamera down.  "You will piss 
directly on the main path only when other people are in imminent 
approach.  Edwin you ready to get back in the woods?"

Edwin nodded and rose slowly to his feet.  He put his underwear back on.  
I recovered my shorts and underwear and put them on.  It sure had been a 
thrill to be naked in the woods.  With a nod, I sent Edwin back into the 
forest while Cindy and I walked hand in hand back to the main trail.  
Within five minutes, I heard voices far off up the trail.  

"Time to pee, Cindy.  Right here," I pointed to the ground under her.  
Cindy's face looked tense and scared.  She wasn't moving.  The voices 
came closer.  "Time's wasting, Cindy.  You need to get your pants off, 
squat down and pee and still have time to get your pants back on before 
those people come.  You better hurry," I advised looking up the asphalt 
trail.  My pretty little teacher, who had just taken fingers fresh from 
an ass and put them in her mouth several times, was frozen.  Couldn't do 
it.

"They'll know.  They'll know what I did," she gasped in fright.  I 
reached in my knapsack and pulled out an empty bottle of Mountain Dew 
that I had been carrying around forever.  

"I'll hold this.  They will assume I just poured it out on the trail.  
They will assume that before they will really believe that a full-grown 
woman just urinated on their walking path."

"I can't... I can't," my little Cindy quailed.  She danced a jig in 
distress until an old couple appeared.  We waited in uncomfortable 
silence as they approached.  Again, I could see that the woman did not 
approve of this slinky little teacher with the big titties prancing 
around in spandex with a boy young enough to be her child.  My Cindy 
shrunk under the scrutiny.  The passed curt hellos with us as they 
passed and we could hear them talking in very low tones as they receded 
from view.  When they were about sixty feet away, I ordered Cindy to 
squat down and piss in the middle of the trail.

"What about my pants?  I'll have to take them off," she said 
plaintively, afraid of my anger. 

"Then do it," I said frostily.  She looked watery-eyed as she tucked her 
fingers into the tight waistband of her shorts and tugged them quickly 
down her slim legs.  She had to stand on her shorts to force them over 
her shoes; then she kicked her shorts a few feet away.  Peering 
fearfully over her shoulder at the retreating old couple, she squatted 
down in front of me.  I knelt down on one knee close to her.  Her stream 
started almost immediately and I put the tips of my fingers in her warm 
urine as it showered out of her.  Cindy watched me hand play and she 
knew what was coming.  As her flow trickled off, she remained squatted 
as I played with her wet pussy.  With my left hand I fumbled around with 
my knapsack until I was able to pull the vibrator out.  Switching it on, 
I handed it to Cindy, who applied it to her clitoris.  She watched me.  
She watched me strip fish my cock out of the top of my shorts with one 
hand and then stroke it with the piss-wet hand I had held in her urine.  
I wet my cock down with her pee and then I pushed my fingers at her 
face.  Cindy gave a despairing whine and opened her mouth.  I fed my 
pissy fingers in there and felt her suck on them.  Before the activity 
got me too hard, I stood up.  My cock was above my pretty little 
teacher's head as she squatted with that vibrator thrumming against her 
pussy.  I inched forward and dropped my knees a bit until my cock was in 
her face.  My teacher's eyes closed hopelessly and she took me in.  

Her mouth was warm and wet and I knew she would be able to taste her own 
urine on my cock.  We waited.  With my cock nestled in her mouth, we 
waited.  And I think she knew this was a big test because she didn't 
move a muscle as the first drops of my urine dripped onto her tongue.  
She did make a low keening sound, but she didn't move.  When I really 
let my hot piss flow into her mouth, she began gagging and making 
choking sounds and I watched tears flow from the corners of her eyes.  
But her mouth didn't let loose of my cock and I was in full stream.  Her 
throat worked and worked to empty her mouth of my hot piss and her 
horrid little sounds continued until I was sure she would spit me out 
and vomit right there on the trail.  Until I looked down past her mouth 
and my cock and saw how lightly and infrequently she now plied that 
vibrator against herself.  And I realized she was having aftershocks 
from an orgasm.  Now that's entertainment.  My piss trickled off in her 
mouth and I could feel her tongue moving along the underside of my 
penis.  It tickled greatly and I removed my wet cock from her mouth.  
Cindy panted through her mouth; her head hanging down.  We were quiet 
for a moment.  And I saw Edwin standing in the woods about twenty feet 
of us.  By the stunned look on his face, he knew exactly what his wife 
had been able to accomplish.  I motioned him away and he lumbered away 
like the world's clumsiest Indian but the sounds of his retreat did not 
reach the ears of his little wife at my feet.  At last she arose after 
picking up her spandex shorts.  

"I've done it, Damien.  I don't ever want to do it again.  And a 
gentleman wouldn't talk about what just happened.  You want to be a 
gentleman don't you?" my pretty little teacher avoided my eyes as she 
spoke.  

"Okay," I acknowledged.  I knew when to make accommodations.  "I'll just 
say I'm impressed and we'll let it go at that.  When you get your shorts 
on, take your top off and we'll get going again."

My little Cindy thrust one shoed foot after the other into the tight 
black shorts, giving me an opportunity to see her round perfect ass 
pushed in my direction.  I also noticed that the crotch of her shorts 
had a large wet spot, probably from my spend leaking out of this little 
woman.  After Cindy got her shorts on, she looked around for onlookers 
and pulled the tight spandex top off, freeing her alabaster breasts.  
Those white marvels, so large on such a small frame, with such pancake-
sized dusky pink nipples.  Absolutely born to breastfeed.  Those breasts 
hung free with just the minimum degree of sag for her age.  And that sag 
was do more to the size of those melons than anything else.  I couldn't 
wait to see her walk down the trail with me.  Just to see those things 
swing.  I hoped I wouldn't trip over my own feet while I watched.

Traipse down the trail we did, my teacher and I; she unencumbered by her 
shirt; her glorious white funbags swinging slightly as she walked.  She 
walked knowing I was mesmerized by that marvelous rack and she stood 
just a bit straighter and prouder than the woman who had just imbibed my 
piping hot piss.  She was in her element now; the little teacher whose 
students were in awe of her beauty.  And the best part was when other 
people were sighted.  Watching Cindy hurriedly throw her shirt back on 
and act like it had been there all along when we passed other people on 
the trail.  My pretty little teacher's eyes shiny with the excitement 
and her face red with the potential shame of having these nice citizens 
know she was parading through the woods showing her chest to a fifteen 
year old boy while that boy made her husband slink through the woods, 
paralleling our path, clad in underpants and a pair of boots.  And the 
most memorable part, when a bicyclist came whizzing down the path at us 
so quickly and quietly that my little Cindy had no time to react and was 
caught flat-footed with her knockers exposed to the cyclist's shocked 
gaze.  I reached over and tweaked Cindy's nipples as the cyclist 
receded; they were firm and hard with her excitement.  

Soon enough, the trail bent into a loop.  There was a large parking area 
in view; apparently that was where a lot of these people had parked 
rather than the south parking lot we had used.  I allowed Cindy to 
resume her shirted ways.  

In that parking lot, I saw a vehicle which interested me greatly.  I 
filed it away for future use.  We made the loop and started heading 
back.   On the way back I waited until I felt there was no one around 
and then I stopped in the trail.  "Time for fun and games again, 
Teacher," I said matter of factly.  My teacher did not protest.  She 
just looked around for a clearing or place we could go.  Seeing none she 
knew we were going to do something nasty right here.  I located Edwin in 
the woods and waved him over.  He came stumbling out, his face red with 
exertion and a new emotion.  Fear.  

"They saw me.  They saw me, Damien!  We've got to leave here right 
now!"  My insistent Guidance Counselor.  

"Who saw you?"

"That damn bicycle guy caught me.  I never heard him coming and I was 
couldn't have been ten feet off the trail when he came by.  He stopped!  
I ran like crazy.  Then I saw him talking to two other people and they 
were pointing through the trees at me like they could see me!  We got to 
get out of here!  The games over!"  My pudgy, bearded Guidance Counselor 
was most insistent.

"Don't worry, Edwin.  You think anyone's going to go searching through 
these woods for you?  Don't worry.  These people will call Park Security 
they'll send a golf cart or something down the trail.  But they won't 
actually enter the woods to search for you.  Be at peace, my worried 
man."

But he was inconsolable.  Until I physically shook him like a rag doll.  
That got his attention and I was able to force him to calm down.  Such a 
worry wart.  

"Edwin, you're ruining this little field trip for me with your bullshit.  
You made me angry with your stupid little problems.  Now if this little 
fieldtrip ends early I won't have time to get souvenirs.  Understand?"

He looked at me over his glasses with his usual uncomprehending stare.  
"Wha...What?"

I put my hands on my hips and shook my finger at him.  "I said I'm upset 
with you and I guess I'll have to get my souvenirs now instead of later.  
Goodness gracious, Edwin.  You've been more trouble than you're worth.  
I thought you were doing so well and then this has to happen.  Well, 
there's nothing like a small whipping for education's sake.  Cindy, cut 
a switch for me."  My Cindy started nervously when she heard my words.  
Then she walked to a bushy-looking plant and started pulling on a likely 
looking candidate.  After watching her for awhile, I strode over and 
pulled the whip-like branch off for her.  I had her peel the leaves and 
side branches off for me.  She handed me a fairly nice size whipping 
switch.  I turned on Edwin, who regaled me with a shocked glance.  "Turn 
around and drop your drawers, Ed," I stated.  He glanced at me and then 
at Cindy.  For a second, I thought he would bolt into the woods and that 
I would have to drag him down from behind.  I promised myself that if he 
did I would sodomize him in front of his wife.  Again.  But finally, he 
turned away from us.  He pulled his underpants off his booted feet and 
held them in his hand nervously as he bent slightly over; his hairy 
cheeks presented for whipping.  

I pulled Cindy over and handed her the switch.  She didn't say anything 
but she had an odd look in her eye.  Possibly remembering two different 
occasions when her husband had whipped her at my behest.  She swished 
the branch through the air experimentally; cutting the air with a 
whishing sound.  It stung just to hear it.  I reached forward and 
stroked Ed's nervous flanks.  He jumped when I touched him.  

"What do you say, Edwin?  Truth be told, you were going to get a 
switching today anyway.  So how about fifty and we'll see where we 
stand?"  Edwin stared off into the forest; he nodded once and I could 
see him swallow in fear.  "Okay, Ed.  Your wife is going to lay into 
you.  Going to pay you back for the two times you put the lash to her 
ass.  It's just business, Ed.  Oh, and by the way?  I'm betting you will 
have a raging hard-on by the time she's through.  And you will be 
rewarded if you do.  Okay, Cindy.  We're doing fifty good ones.  Make 
'em count.  Make 'em hurt.  Go."  

And I watched as Edwin Van Horn's pretty little wife measured the 
distance between herself and his white ass-cheeks.  Then practically 
standing on her tip-toes she brought the switch whistling in from the 
side onto his behind.  And Edwin gasped loudly and the air escaped him 
in a rush.  And she whipped him again from a different angle striking a 
different place.  And Edwin almost screamed in pain.  

Cindy could whip.  Impressively.  And she laid into him, each strike 
marring his hairy white ass with pink impact lines.  Forehand, backhand, 
forehand.  Varying the strike times for best effect.  Her breasts 
jumping inside the tight top she was wearing.  Putting her whole body 
weight behind each strike.  The count climbed and my own ass itched just 
watching Edwin take those strikes.  But he had quieted down, taking his 
whipping stoically.  Until the last five blows.  Where Cindy seemed to 
reinvent herself, starting each with the branch glancing along the 
ground and then curving up and brutally striking home, lifting Edwin's 
heavy buttocks and causing him to gasp aloud.  Fifty strikes and Cindy 
discarded the switch, breathing heavily.  Edwin kind of sobbing as he 
gasped for air, his hands on his knees.  I walked in front of Edwin and 
reached down into his pubis and felt his cock.  

"Rock hard, Ed.  Rock hard."  He didn't say anything.  "Before you pull 
your underwear up I'll give you a souvenir to carry for me."  I waded a 
short distance into the woods until I found what I was looking for.  A 
short piece of branch, about ten inches in length and about two inches 
in circumference.  Smoothed over the years, the piece of wood should do 
nicely.  I trotted back over to my two educators and fished around in my 
bag.  "Cindy, come here."  Cynthia Van Horn walked dutifully over to me.  
I handed her the branch and the bottle of lubricant I had brought with 
me.  She stared dumbly at it.  "Put my souvenir piece of wood into 
Edwin's ass so he can carry it for me, please."  She started at that and 
looked up at my face for a moment.  Then she nodded to herself and 
walked over to Edwin, who was facing away from her; still bent over; his 
underpants still knotted in his hand.

"Edwin, did you hear?  What he wants me to do?" Cindy asked her husband.  

"Yes," Edwin said slowly.

"I'll be as gentle as I can, okay?" my teacher promised her spouse.  

"Okay," Edwin replied in a tight little voice, his big shaggy bearded 
face turned away from us.  He bent still lower, tripoding himself with 
his hands on his knees, presenting his slightly spread asscheeks to us.  
Cindy opened the bottle of lubricant and squeezed a dollop out onto her 
hand.  She lubricated the stick, paying particular attention to the 
blunt tip of the smooth wood.  Then she handed the lubricant to me and 
advanced on Edwin.  She used her left hand to pull his left asscheek 
away and expose his large brown anus to the light of day.  Placing the 
tip of the branch at his butthole, she slowly began to push wood into 
her husband.  His low groan indicated the pressure he was feeling.  I 
watched as she pushed and I believe the process was highly erotic for 
her.  Shoving a piece of wood up her husband's ass at the direction of a 
fifteen year old boy.  She worked that wood at the portal of Edwin's 
intestines for about a minute until with a sudden gasp from Edwin, his 
ass opened and a few inches of nature slipped into his intestine.  Cindy 
slowly advanced the invader into her husband's bowel until it was buried 
with only four inches showing.  

"Edwin, how are you holding up?" I asked him.  

"I'm fine," he grunted.  All right then," I answered, "put your 
underwear back on."  With Cindy carefully holding the stick pressed up 
his ass, Edwin slowly put one foot then the other into his underwear and 
pulled them up.  The stick stuck out six inches from his ass and made it 
look like he had a sharply truncated tail in his underwear.  The 
underwear helped hold the stick up his ass.  

I walked to the edge of the trail again and began a search.  "Speaking 
of souvenirs," I said, "I wanted a souvenir rock to take home.  Nothing 
fancy, just something to remember this place by."  I located a 
nondescript smooth, jumbo egg-sized rock from the side of the trail  I 
brushed a few grains of sand off it.  "But I've got so much stuff in my 
knapsack I could never carry this too.  What to do?"  Cindy and Edwin 
stood patiently and didn't volunteer an answer.  

"Cindy, be a dear and strip your shorts off for me while I lubricate 
this rock will you?" 

Cindy's mouth dropped open and Edwin sputtered, "Damien, you can't... 
she's too small... you'll hurt her!  Don't do that."

"Nonsense, Edwin.  Our little Cindy had a beer bottle up her.  This 
won't be much larger than that.  Besides, I fully intend to loosen her 
up first.  Now do what I say, Cindy or your pussy won't be where this 
rock will be going.  I hope you know what I mean."

Cindy looked petrified as she stripped the spandex shorts off her slim 
hips.  When she stood bottomless in front of me, I tossed the knapsack 
to the ground and motioned her to sit on it.  She sat down daintily, her 
legs pressed together as she face me.  After I frowned at her, she 
hastily opened wide; her perfect pussy gaping slightly at me.  I dropped 
the rock to the ground in front of her pussy and theatrically started to 
squirt lubricant onto my right hand.  Edwin hovered over us like a 
worried mother, afraid that I'd tear his wife's pussy apart.  Cindy's 
face was worried as I pressed the first couple of fingers of my slimy 
hand at the lips of her pussy.  I gave her clitoris a brush with my 
thumb and watched her jump in reaction.  The first three fingers sloshed 
into her and played around inside.  I felt her interior walls and pushed 
against them.  I felt the stubby rubbery tube of her cervix planted on 
the ceiling of this tight pink box.  I sent my little finger to join 
it's brothers in Cindy and began to ease the middle of my hand into my 
teacher's snatch.  Cindy moaned as I slowly twisted my four fingers 
inside her; the broad part of my hand rubbing against the bones in her 
pubis now.  Squirting more lubricant onto my right hand, I backed out 
and tucked my thumb under.  

"Please, Damien," Edwin said over my shoulder, helplessly.

"Watch," I ordered him quietly as I slowly advanced into Cynthia Van 
Horn's vagina.  First the four fingers.  Then the thumb tucked awkwardly 
under the hand.  The meat of my hand caught hard against the bones on 
the sides of Cindy's pussy.  Mounting pressure from my hand as I pushed 
harder and harder into her.  My teacher moaned in humiliation and 
dismay.  And finally my hand separated those bones and surged forward 
into her birth canal up to the wrist.  Cindy give a loud bovine-like 
gasp.  I felt like a gynecologist.  Except with a boner.  My hand 
trapped in her warm confines; nowhere to go from here.  She felt every 
movement of my hand or my fingers.  

"Oh ye of little faith," I remarked to Edwin.  Then I gently fistfucked 
his pretty little wife in front of him, both of us solemnly watching my 
wrist as it ground softly against her pussy lips.  Both of us silently 
watching the strain on her face gradually melt away.  She kept trying to 
keep her eyes open to face us but locked them shut quickly every time 
she noticed that one of us was watching her face for her reactions to 
this outrage on her sacred womb.  Soon enough, I knew it was time to do 
her again.  

"Coming out, Teacher," I announced as I slowly pulled my hand.  Her 
pussy fought the same wide part of my hand for a few seconds before her 
quim released my slimy victor.  Edwin and I stared mutely at my hand 
which had been up his wife.  I fought the urge to drop my pants right 
there and fuck her redly gaping pussy.  I brought the rock up in my 
right hand.  It glistened with lubricant.  It was actually smaller in 
width than my fist had been.  When it was up her I would still be able 
to get a finger or two around it to pull it out.  So at least it 
wouldn't get trapped in her.  I reached forward and held my teacher's 
pussy lips open with my left hand and placed the rock against her 
genitalia.  Her pussy lips collapsed against the invader and I had to 
carefully clear the path for the rock to advance.  Soon it lay against 
her inner lips and I began to push steadily, my pretty little teacher's 
groans starting anew until with a surge, the rock slid hard into my 
teacher filling up her pussy with stone.  Her pussy lips remained 
slightly open--I could see how well the rock occupied her.  When it was 
seated inside her I stopped pushing and her eyes flew open in confusion.  
She was obviously expecting a much tougher time carrying my stone for 
me.  Time to perform a nasty act on her.  I rose to my feet and pointed 
at Edwin.  

"You go back up against that tree.  Our lovely little lady will blow you 
and you can come in her mouth."  Edwin backed slowly up against a oak 
tree.  I watched the expression on his face change as he forced the 
stick a bit further up his ass.  I imagine it was rubbing against his 
prostate gland.  When he was positioned, he pulled his cock and balls 
out of the top of his underwear.  His cock stood out stiffly, awaiting 
the wet attentions of his wife.  I helped Cindy to her feet.  She rose 
gingerly as if her full vagina would hinder her walking, but I thought 
it was more dramatics than anything else.  She walked slowly over to her 
husband and prepared to carefully lower herself to her knees in front of 
his cock.  I stopped her.  "No, Cin.  Just bend over from the waist and 
suck him.  I'll be needing your hindquarters for a few minutes, dear."  
And my pretty little teacher knew that I intended to sodomize her.  
Again.  A relatively unwelcome and humbling  experience for Cindy.  One 
of my trips up her back passage had ended with her running for the 
toilet with my jism leaking from her loosened butt. Nevertheless she 
dutifully bent at the waist and took Edwin's stubby penis into her mouth 
and waited expectantly; her legs spread slightly to balance herself for 
my assault.  I tore my shorts off and anointed myself with lubricant.  
With a stroke of genius I reached down into the knapsack and grabbed her 
vibrator which I handed over her back to Edwin.  Then I edged forward 
and grabbed my teacher's white asscheeks.  I stroked them for a few 
seconds, listening as she sucked on her husband's prick.  Then I split 
her cheeks lightly and crouched down a few inches to line my groin up 
with her ass.  I had to use one hand to bend my adolescent penis down to 
meet her chocolate star.  I centered myself on her and pushed against 
her while I pulled her slim hips slightly back.  The pressure on my 
prick was immense against her asshole.  And we knew why.  It was because 
the stone in her pussy was making her backhole tighter.  Her bending 
over had done the trick.  I fought for entrance against her grimly 
resisting asshole.  I made headway and finally with a cockfilled grunt 
from Cindy, I slipped into her intestines.  The underside of my cock 
rubbed pleasurably against the stone in my Teacher's pussy, separated by 
only a thin membrane.  It was exquisite up there and I reveled in my 
surroundings for at least thirty seconds before I moved.  I held out my 
hand and Edwin gave me the vibrator.  I switched it on, it's loud 
humming drew Cindy's attention as she worked on Edwin's penis.  I laid 
it against her left arm and she reached over and grabbed it.  With her 
plying it against her clitoris.  I surged forward again, burying myself 
anew in her stink chamber, her buttcheeks like two smooth pillows 
against my thighs.  I began to fuck her ass in earnest, not caring what 
stage Cindy or Edwin were at.  I drove myself up her ass repeatedly.  
Her ass was far tighter than it had ever been because of the large stone 
of mine she carried in her pussy.  Looking down, I spread her cheeks 
slightly with my steadying hands and watched my cock disappearing inside 
one very tight angry red asshole.  I couldn't see how she could stand 
it.  But stand it she did.  I occasionally felt the vibrator rub against 
my testicles as my Cindy tried to get her own orgasm. 

I raced against my teacher and her husband.  He won.  I heard Cindy 
cough and sputter.  Looking over her back I saw Edwin, his belly 
striking the top of my teacher's head as he jettisoned his load in her 
mouth.  Cindy was having a tough time accepting her husband's spend in 
her mouth.  I saw one large runner dip from her mouth to the ground as 
she gagged.  It didn't matter to me.  What was interesting was the tiny 
gasps mixed in with her coughing and the way her anus clenched around 
me.  My teacher was coming.  A rock up her cunt and a fifteen year old 
lodged up her ass.  And she was coming hard, the vibrator pressed 
tightly against the top of her cleft.  She really got off on the 
weirdness and the humiliating aspects of this relationship.  More the 
better.  I redoubled my efforts up her ass and finally, slamming her ass 
back to meet me, I buried myself far up her colon and shot my wads of 
semen, I held myself up there for at least a minute while little spasms 
ran up and down my dick.  Finally I backed away, pulling my red, spent 
cock out of my beloved's ass.  Her asshole gaped open in a forlorn oval 
of defeat.  I let her cheeks go and my Cindy stood up.  Edwin and I 
surveyed her clinically.  She had taken five of our best loads today.  
Two in her mouth; one each in her ass and pussy.  And Ed's load which he 
had shot into her hair.  It had dried there, clumping her bangs together 
and making her beautiful short hair more interesting.  Cindy walked 
shakily over to her black shorts and carefully picked them up and put 
them on.  We watched her silently until she was dressed.

"Okay, that's done.  We'll walk back to the parking lot together.  All 
three of us.  Ed, if someone comes, you will have to hightail it behind 
a tree.  Cindy, if you want, you can let your titties swing free while 
we walk.  I got to tell you guys that you are passing your Final Exam.  
Both of you have been tested and you have passed.  I'm very proud of you 
both.  One final test remains for Cindy if I can get it going.  Ed, you 
can rest awhile.  Keep the stick in your ass until we get back to the 
parking lot though.  Cindy, you keep the stone.  Let's go."

We headed back down the path to our parking lot.  I walked about 100 
feet in advance of my educator couple so I would be able to signal Ed if 
people were coming in case he had to hide in the woods.  Edwin and 
Cynthia Van Horn held hands as they walked behind me.  They made a 
curious sight, he in his underwear with a stick up his butt put there by 
his wife and she, finely-formed specimen of all that is physically 
desirable in a woman, holding hands with this short pudgy, bearded man.  
And several times I had to signal him to hide while people power-walked 
or strolled by.  One couple overcame their reluctance to talk with my 
sluttily-dressed teacher to ask whether she and I knew that a naked man 
had been sighted in the woods and that a Park Patrol vehicle was looking 
for him.  We expressed surprise and dismay that a human being could get 
his kicks by acting in such a fashion.  Then we walked on.  

Soon enough we came to our parking lot.  Edwin stood nervously at the 
side of the trail.  I decided to have some mercy on him and Cindy and I 
went to fetch his clothes.  And I'll be damned if a Park Patrol vehicle 
didn't pull up alongside us as we walked.  The Ranger rolled down his 
window.  He asked us if we had seen a guy wearing underwear running in 
the woods.  The Rangers eyes drank in Cindy's spandexed form hungrily 
while he addressed us.  I told him that we had seen a guy in his 
underwear run out of the woods a few minutes ago.  I told him the guy 
had gotten into an old burgundy Buick station wagon.  The Ranger looked 
surprised and relieved to receive my information.  He figured that his 
job was done.  He made idle chatter with Cindy for a few minutes and 
then we watched him radio in our information.  He thanked us and after a 
long glance up and down Cindy's tight figure, he drove away.  We waited 
a few minutes and then grabbed Edwin's clothes out of the Expedition and 
brought them to where he was hiding.  I had Edwin pull the stick out of 
his ass.  He tugged slowly, groaning as the stick reappeared from it's 
place in his intestine.  It finally left him and he tossed it into the 
woods.  Edwin was so frantic about putting his clothes on that he fell 
trying to get into his pants.  And we all laughed self-consciously.  He 
looked more at ease dressed and he seemed happier somehow.  

"What last thing did you have in mind for Cindy, Damien?", he asked me 
as we got into the sport utility.  It was past noon and a warm sun was 
overhead.  And we were free and clear.  

"Head down to that other parking lot where this trail loops around.  
There's a car I want to take a look at."  Edwin maneuvered out of the 
parking lot and we headed south a few miles and pulled into the other 
parking lot for the Lakeview Trail.  

Parked away from the other few vehicles in the parking lot was an old 
battered red Ford Escort with out of state plates.  I had noticed a 
teenaged couple lingering at the vehicle earlier and I suspected that 
they were runaways, running away to get married or something.  True love 
and all that.  I popped out of the Expedition and approached the vehicle 
while Edwin and Cindy watched nervously.  No one was around the car.  
Inside the vehicle I could see pillows and blankets.  Definitely on the 
run and destitute.  I strolled up to the bathroom building.  As I 
approached a tall gawky teen exited the men's bathroom.  He had a towel 
around his neck and an overnight bag in his hand.  Bingo.  

"Hey man, that your Escort over there?" I asked casually.  His eyes 
narrowed suspiciously and I could tell he was considering lying to me.  

"Yeah," he said brusquely, stopping in front of me, his stance and 
lowered head indicative of a fight or flight posture.  And then the 
women's room door opened and a mousy little blonde teen walked out; her 
bag hanging from her shoulder.  When she saw her boyfriend standing with 
me her eyes went wide in alarm.

"Bobby, what's going on?  Who is this?," she said nervously.

"You guys are runaways, right?" I addressed my question to her.  Bobby 
answered.

"What do you care?  Who are you?  And anyway, we're sixteen--we can do 
whatever the fuck we want, dude."  He was almost snarling at me he was 
so charged up.  His little girlfriend stood behind him hiding.  Watching 
her man take charge.  Peering at me from behind him.    

I held up my hands.  "It's cool, dude.  Whatever.  I was just asking.  
You guys are in love, good for you.  I just saw you guys are living out 
of your car.  I told my Aunt and Uncle--they're back in the car--and 
we'd maybe like to help you out or something."  I jerked my thumb 
towards the white Ford Expedition parked in the far corner of the 
parking lot.  Their heads swiveled to take it all in.  

Blonde walked out of her boyfriend's shadow and came to his side and 
held his hand tightly.  She looked up at him hopefully.  He relaxed a 
little bit although he was still suspicious.  As well he should be.  
"What kind of help?  You gonna give us money?  We need money," he 
admitted fiercely.  

"We could give you money," I allowed.  

"What you want in return, man?  You want something.  Ain't nothing for 
free.  You gonna want something, I just know it."

His little girlfriend said imploringly, "Bobby, be nice.  Hear the guy 
out."

I jumped in for Bobby's defense.  "No, he's right.  My Uncle does want 
something.  Him and my Aunt are...different I guess you'd say."  I 
stared hard at the little blonde teenager.  "He wants my Aunt to get 
busy with you.  While we watch."  I saw the surprise in her eyes as she 
heard me out.  Bobby's eyes went wide too.  He stared at our vehicle, 
parked far away for a few seconds and then back at me.  He seemed at a 
loss for words.  Finally:  

"You want...they sent you out here to ask my girlfriend, who I love, to 
do lezzy things with your Aunt while you and your sick Uncle watch?"  He 
seemed to confused to be angry yet.  

So I gently said, "Yeah, that's basically it.  Her and my Aunt.  Me and 
my Uncle watch.  And you of course, you watch.  Or join in.  My Aunt 
could suck you for awhile.  You guys get money.  Half now, half when my 
Aunt's done.  I'll back off and let you guys talk it over."  I turned 
and walked a few feet away.  I heard them whispering fiercely together.
Not arguing, each one feeling the need for money and weighing the value 
of this girl's slim body.   And slim she was, about five foot one and 
100 pounds with small breasts and tiny hips.  Waifish, I guess you'd 
say.  Cornsilk shoulder-length blonde hair.  Pierced nostril with a gold 
stud.  A shy and cute little sixteen year old.  If I wasn't all fucked 
out, I'd have made a deal to get into her pussy myself.  Within a 
minute, Bobby called out to me.

"You guys don't touch her right?"

"Right." I assured him.  

"What's it worth to you?" he challenged.  

I answered him carelessly.  "You name a price."  He went back into his 
huddle with his small girlfriend before he called back.  I saw her 
eyeing me nervously as he revealed her value.   

"A hundred dollars.  Fifty now, fifty when it's done.  And you don't get 
your fifty back if something goes wrong."

"No," I said.  "Two hundred.  Your terms."  They went back into a huddle 
for a minute whispering excitedly.  I smiled inside.  I just love to 
help people.    

Bobby called out, "What's Gina got to do?"

I pointed up to the bathrooms.  "We bring your pillows and blankets in 
there.  Gina takes her clothes off and lays down.  My Aunt goes down on 
her.  And we make her suck your cock and get you ready to fuck Gina.  
How's that sound?"  I could see the interest on Bobby's part and the 
worried hopefulness in Gina's eyes.  

"What do you mean, 'make her suck my cock'?  What's going on, dude?" 
Bobby asked me almost afraid that this deal had been too good to be 
true.  

"It's simple," I stated matter of factly.  "My Aunt and Uncle got money.  
He gets off on watching her do nasty things.  And she gets off on having 
to do nasty things.  They'll pay you guys to let her go down on Gina and 
suck you.  I'll order her to do it and she'll do it.  She'll act like 
she don't want to, but deep down she's eating it up."

"She a pig, man?" Bobby asked quietly.  I got tired of us talking across 
the space between us so I rejoined them.  

"Bobby, you'll hope Gina here is as pretty when she turns twenty eight."

Bobby and little Gina looked deep into each other's eyes quietly while I 
waited.  Finally, she gave a little nod to him.  Bobby set his shoulders 
and turned to me.  "We said what? Two hundred and fifty dollars?" 

I laughed and said, "Yeah.  I believe two fifty is our price."

"How do we start?" he croaked holding his girlfriend's hand.  He seemed 
gawky.  About six four and l50 pounds with unruly straight brown hair 
and an uncertain complexion.  His hormones must have been screaming.  He 
wore blue jeans and a Nine Inch Nails concert shirt.  Earring in his 
left ear.  Let's See... Left is right and right is wrong... Okay, Rock 
On.  

"You two bring some blankets and pillows into the women's bathroom.  
We'll meet you in there in a few minutes.  Here's 100 bucks.  I'll pay 
you the rest when it's over.  Maybe give you a tip if everything goes 
right."  I peeled a five twenties off the small wad in my pocket, 
letting them see there was more where that came from.   They looked 
suitably impressed but jumpy as cats.  I headed back to the parking lot 
with them and watched as they pulled an old blanket and two dingy 
pillows from their vehicle and head back to the bathrooms.  They eyed 
the Ford Expedition, parked at the other end of the lot, with 
trepidation.  I headed back to my charges.  I hopped in the back seat 
and my two educators looked back at me nervously. 

"Ed.  Cindy.  You'll never guess so I'll tell you.  I gave those two 
nice kids some money to let Cindy do them."  Cindy's eyes widened in 
shock and she started shaking her head vigorously.  "No, no, Cindy.  
Don't shake your head.  You'll do it.  Me and Ed get to watch.  You get 
introduced to some nice little pussy and give a little head to that kid.  
Then we're done."  Edwin stared dubiously at me and then at his wife to 
gauge her reaction.  She stopped shaking her head but her face was red 
and her eyes were tearing up.  

"Damien.  No.  I've never...done anything like that.  That girl...she's 
just a teenager...they're both kids...please," she finished miserably.

"I didn't figure you would want to do it, so I'm adding this condition.  
You won't speak while we're with them.  And you will do what you're 
told.  I told them my rich Aunt and Uncle are a little weird and that 
Edwin here wanted you to eat pussy.  And I told them you like being 
forced to do nasty things.  So if you play your part right we can be out 
of here in fifteen minutes.  If you want to cry and complain then I know 
two little runaway teenagers who are going to see quite a scene inside 
that bathroom.  Ever hear of a brown shower, Cindy?"  She shook her head 
quickly.  "That's when someone shits on you.  That would come after we 
whipped you.  And made you eat that pussy anyway.  So get with the 
program and you'll do fine.  Fuck up and you'll have a brown eye 
squirting shit on you.  Any questions?"  I stared her in the face and 
she looked away and nodded.  Edwin just looked worried.  

"These kids--they could take down our license plate and turn us in, 
Damien.  We could get arrested," Edwin pointed out.  

"First off, that's why we parked this far away.  Secondly, these kids 
won't be going to the police for anything.  They're runaways.  They get 
some money in their hands and they'll leave this place before we will.  
Count on it."  The confidence in my voice did little to relieve Edwin's 
worry-wart sensibilities.  But he would go along because balking me had 
never gone well for him in the past.  

"Let's go," I said.  I felt around in my backpack and grabbed the 
vibrator.  I popped out of the car and waited until my slowpoke 
educators reluctantly left the safety of the vehicle.  We walked at a 
snail's pace through the parking lot and slowly approached the 
bathrooms.  "Ed, tell us true, you're secretly excited about watching 
Cindy go down on this girl, aren't you?"  Edwin turned beet red as his 
pretty little wife glanced up at him.  He didn't say anything.  "You 
guys will be partying between the sheets tonight I bet," I added.  

"If we're not too sore," Edwin finally muttered as we came to the Ladies 
room side of the building.  I pushed the door open and led the way in.  
The bathroom was cool and ill lit; cinderblock walls, cement floor, two 
toilet stalls, Formica counter with two basins and extra counter space 
to put your stuff on.  Mirror overlooking the sinks.  Nothing fancy 
here.  I examined the door.  It didn't lock from inside.  Us three stood 
in the room staring at the nervous teen couple who in turn were staring 
back at us.  

"Bobbie.  Gina.  I'd like you to meet my Uncle Roy and Aunt Kim.  
They're the ones I told you about."  Bobbie and Gina stared dully back 
for a few seconds until Gina said quietly, "hi."  We stood in 
uncomfortable silence.  Bobbie's eyes were locked on my pretty little 
teacher, drinking in her fabulous looks.  Her nice rack and tight 
stomach.  Pretty face, albeit a little flustered at the moment.  And 
maybe with some dried cum spiking her hair.   

Bobbie finally shrugged and shuffled forward.  "How do we do this?"  

"Put the blanket and pillows on the counter and Gina--you take off your 
pants.  Leave your panties on for now.  Uncle Roy, you need to block the 
door so other people will think it's locked."  Just before my charges 
started moving we heard someone enter the men's room on the other side 
of the block wall.  Everyone froze, wondering just how easily sound 
traveled through the building.  We heard a huge fart and some pissing 
before the guy washed his hands and clattered out the door.  Everyone 
relaxed.  "Let's get this done," I instructed.  Edwin went to the door 
and blocked it with his body.  Little Gina walked self-consciously over 
to the sinks.  Bobbie followed her.  She turned her back to us and 
Bobbie stood in back of her blocking our view.  I heard her kick her 
shoes off and then unsnap her pants and slowly slide them to the floor.  
I glanced back over my shoulder.  Edwin's eyes were locked on this girl.  
Cindy stood nervously in the center of the room, almost dancing with 
nervous energy.  Gina laid the blanket and pillows carefully on the 
counter and then held her hand out.  Bobbie grasped her hand and helped 
her back onto the counter.  When she was seated she lay down on her 
back, her slim white legs with pink socks on her feet.  Her panty-clad 
crotch exposed to us.  My cock rose just watching her.  Little Gina made 
a hurried motion to Bobbie.  He bent down close to her and she whispered 
a sweet nothing in his ear.  He straightened up and stared at Cindy's 
feet as he addressed her.  

"Gina says...," he faltered, "she says that she couldn't take a shower 
since two days ago.  So...you know..." he trailed off.  I jumped into 
the breach, looking sympathetically at our little waif.  

"That'll be okay.  We understand that you two have been on the road.  
It's okay.  It won't matter at all.  Okay?"  They both nodded solemnly 
at me and my pretty little teacher.  Cindy stood frozen, looking at 
nothing at all.

"Okay, Aunt Kim.  Go to Gina and bend over between her legs.  Smell her 
through her panties, Aunt Kim.  Smell her crotch," I ordered.  Our 
precious Cindy moved on wooden legs across the floor to Gina.  Bobbie 
backed away, spooked by what was going to happen to his girlfriend, his 
back pressed against the wall next to Gina's head.  He reached over and 
held her hand.  Cindy placed her hands on Gina's knees and slowly 
lowered her face down closer and closer to Gina's panties.  She stopped 
just when her nose touched ground zero and we heard her sniff audibly 
through her nose.  Picking up the scent of this adolescent girl.  

"Sniff and nuzzle her with you nose,"

Cindy's nose tracked up and down Gina's crotch and we could hear her 
sniffing.  It was highly erotic and I let it go on for awhile.  Then:

"Okay, Aunt Kim.  Pull the crotch panel to the side and start licking 
her.  Lick her pussy."  I heard Edwin shuffle his weight at the door, 
peering across the dimly lit room to watch his wife pull this girl's 
panties to the side and start licking the sides of her pussy.  Gina's 
pussy hair looked to be kind of bushy.  I could see the pussy lips 
through her pubes though.  Cindy was avoiding those lips; concentrating 
her licking to the sides.  

"Okay, stand up and peel her panties off."

Cindy stood up and placed her hands on the sides of the teenager's hips.  
She tugged lightly.  Gina raised her glorious little bottom up and her 
panties slid down her slim hips.  Cindy pulled them down her legs and 
put them on the counter.  She hesitated.  

"Go on.  You know what to do next.  You know what you want to do," I 
prodded gently.  Cynthia Van Horn, 28 year old married Humanities 
teacher slowly bent over, her fabulous ass undulating under the black 
spandex shorts, and with a certain amount of nervous trepidation, glued 
her mouth to the center of the teenager's hairy pussy and started 
licking her cunt.  We watched her face rise a inch off Gina's muff and 
her tongue was sticking slightly out of her mouth.  It has been moving 
in Gina's quim.  Cindy's tongue gently caressed upward towards Gina's 
clitoris and the girl squirmed in response.  She gripped Bobbie's hand 
tighter.  Bobbie was leaning over watching my teacher's mouth service 
his girlfriend.  I wondered if he was getting excited; my own cock was 
surging in my pants at this latest degradation I had forced my teacher 
into.  I glanced at Edwin.  His face bore a look of intense excitement 
watching his wife eat her first pussy.  

Soon, we could tell that Gina was responding in a big way to Cindy.  Her 
slim hips were rising rhymically to Cindy's mouth.  To Cindy's credit, 
she placed her hands on either inside thigh and peeled that girls cunt 
open and applied herself to her task.  Her nose glistened with saliva 
and pussy juice.  I wanted to stop her and lick her face, but I didn't.  
Cindy always gave wet blowjobs and this pussy eating thing was no 
different.  She had that girl's pink innards glistening with spit.  

"Okay, Bobbie, take your pants off," I demanded, impatiently.  Bobbie 
slowly backed away from the spectacle and kicked off his shoes.  He 
dropped his pants, revealing his white BVDs.  Self-consciously, he 
turned away from us and peeled them off.  My pretty little teacher had 
paused in between Gina's legs to watch him.  When Bobbie turned back 
towards us, his right hand rested lightly on a long thin penis.  Too 
thin, actually and maybe it only looked long because of his scrawny, 
lank body.  His cock jutted straight up as only us teenager's cocks can.  
I told him to put a pillow on the floor.  He reached behind his little 
girlfriend's head and grabbed a pillow and dropped it to the floor.  "Go 
kneel on the pillow, Aunt Kim.  Give him some skull.  Maybe reach around 
and put a finger up his butt." 

"Aunt Kim" slid down to the floor onto the pillow we had allowed for the 
comfort of her knees.  She sat back on her haunches for a moment and we 
all saw her glistening face, fresh from Gina's split.  Bobbie looked 
down at her awestruck.  Gina looked down nervously as this strange woman 
prepared to take her boyfriend's angular meat into her mouth.  I felt a 
presence behind me and noted that Edwin had abandoned his post and stood 
at my side and slightly behind me.  We waited.  

Cindy rose up onto her knees and grasped Bobbie's hips.  Her mouth was 
at a perfect level with his cock.  He moved slightly forward and Cindy's 
lovely mouth came down and captured him.  With his penis in her mouth, 
Edwin Van Horn's wife adjusted her distance to this slim teenager while 
her husband watched.  When all was ready, she moved her face back and 
forth.  Bobbie's penis rode wetly and smoothly into her mouth.  He 
moaned immediately.  

"It good?" I asked him.  

"Yeah, man.  Ah, fuck, it's good," he answered, his eyes closed and his 
head thrown back.  

"I know.  I've been there.  My Aunt Kim's really something else with her 
mouth."  Cindy's face and ears turn red with embarrassment as she worked 
this youth.  "I can tell she really got excited eating your girlfriend.  
Tell me, Gina, did she do a good job down there?  Did she get you wet?"  
Waifish Gina blushed and nodded slightly.  She had scissored her legs 
closed as soon as Cindy had left them--the better to defeat our prying 
eyes.  Her eyes were glued on this adult woman ministering to her 
boyfriend's slim penis.  Maybe not altogether happy about the situation.  
But what female would be happy seeing this gorgeous little blonde 
teacher competing against them?

Cindy sucked Bobbie loudly, slurping and slobbing on the kid until I 
thought the boy would lose his load in her mouth.

"Hey Gina, if you don't mind me asking--I don't mean anything by it--
have you and Bobbie ever did it the back way?  Up the butt?"  Gina 
looked startled and embarrassed by the suggestion.  

"that's nasty," she whispered fiercely.

"My Aunt loves it up the butt.  As a matter of fact she's got a liquid 
present up there right now.  I won't tell you which of us did that for 
her."  Gina stared at this little teacher below her sucking cock.  A 
look of slight disgust on her face.   My teacher continued to suck.  

"How about this?  Did you ever put a finger up Bobbie's butt?  To help 
him along?"  

"Gross.  That's gross," our little runaway pronounced emphatically.  
"Stop talking about stuff like that."

"Okay, but watch this.  Aunt Kim, moisten a finger and put it up 
Bobbie's ass."  Cindy paused and looked at me, a look of forlorn 
humiliation.  She couldn't even look at the teenage girl laying on the 
counter-top.  She was that humiliated.  She stuck her right index finger 
in her mouth and wetted it.  Then it disappeared around Bobbie's right 
hip and when we saw him lurch forward we knew she had plunged it up his 
butt.  "Suck," I ordered her pre-emptorily and her mouth took him in 
again.  I waited about ten seconds.  "Now watch this, Gina.  Aunt Kim, 
take the finger out and get it more wet."  Gina leaned slightly forward 
and watched as Cindy retrieved her finger and slowly brought it towards 
her mouth.  "Look at Gina as you do it.  Let her see you."  Edwin inched 
forward also.  Bobbie looked down at this pretty little woman kneeling 
in front of him.  And Cindy, red-faced, turned her beautiful features 
towards Gina and opened her mouth.  The stank finger went in and came 
out glistening fresh with new spit lubricant.  The finger disappeared 
around Bobbie again until we saw that it had returned to his sphincter.  
Gina was visibly disgusted and lay back on her countertop to wait.  

"Suck him," I commanded.  Cindy's eyes glittered with tears of 
humiliation as Bobbie's penis went back into her mouth.  "Gag her a bit, 
Bobbie.  She likes that.  Grab the back of her head and fuck her face," 
I suggested.  Bobbie grabbed the back of her head gingerly and pushed 
himself into her mouth until she squirmed and gagged on him.  She tried 
to pull back the tiniest bit as he fucked her face.  It was hot to 
watch.  I gave it a minute.  I could tell it made him uneasy.  

"Okay, Bobbie.  You get between Gina's legs and put it to her.  Aunt Kim 
will rest her head on Gina's abdomen.  Every now and then just pull out 
and Aunt Kim will suck you for a few seconds."

Cindy leaned back exhausted on her haunches, panting from her exertions.  
Bobbie edged past her and stood with his legs against the counter.  His 
wet penis throbbed rhymically with the beating heart.  He grabbed his 
girlfriend's legs and swung them off the counter.  Her head rested 
tightly against the back of the counter and the large mirror.  Her legs 
were splayed before him and we got a good view of cunt, dark pink and 
wet as she waited for him to enter.  Cindy drew herself up shakily and 
watched as Bobbie pressed his penis down and laid it at the lips of 
Gina's cunt.  He poked into her and she groaned.  Cindy looked forlornly 
at me and I motioned her over to them.  She stepped forward and while 
bent over, laid her head on Gina's stomach.  It was a tightly crowded 
corner with the three of them, and Edwin and I had to jockey around to 
find a good viewing position.  Bobbie started putting the bone to the 
waif and she moaned at his thrusts.  "Pull it out," I suggested.  Bobbie 
pulled his thin penis out of the girl and laid it in front of Cindy.  I 
didn't have to tell her anything; she was that far resigned in her fate.  
She opened her mouth and Bobbie planted his cock, wet with his 
girlfriends secretions, into my pretty little teacher's mouth.  She 
sucked him without relish, spit-shining his member for further 
explorations.  "Go to it, Bobbie.  Between the two until you come in 
your girlfriend," I urged him.  And he went to it.  In his girlfriend 
for a few seconds and then in my teacher's mouth.  Back and forth.  
While Edwin and I watched.  While little Gina squirmed and actually 
started pulling lightly on her small nipples.  Until she started 
thrashing around; Cindy's head riding her stomach as she came.  With 
Bobbie a close second; redoubling his efforts in her snatch, poking her 
unmercifully with his rod.  Buried in her, he announced that he was 
coming.  His ass cheeks tightened as he emptied himself inside his 
runaway girlfriend.  My Cindy watched from her stomach-eye view, afraid 
to move.  After a minute, the heap of flesh came to a standstill.  It 
was almost over.  God, I had to come.  

"Okay Bobbie, pull out and present yourself to Aunt Kim.  She will 
return you equipment to it's original condition."  Edwin watched as the 
boy pulled his soft, dangling penis out of Gina's hairy little pussy.  
It was beslimed with ropes of his pearly semen.  He edged closer to 
Cindy's face.  Edwin and I crowded even closer as Cindy reluctantly 
opened her mouth and took him in.  It was different from just coming in 
her mouth because she could see what she was imbibing.  And she choked a 
little just at the visual impact before she cleaned him.  Bobbie danced 
on his toes as he suck him.  He was obviously post-orgasmic sensitive.  
"That's good enough," I commented and he gratefully withdrew a shiny 
clean organ from her mouth.  He backed away from the two females.  

"Now it's Gina's turn.  Believe it or not, Gina, Aunt Kim's never sucked 
a used pussy before.  You can bet it'll be a thrill for her.  Turn more 
this way," I said motioning to her, " and Aunt Kim will do this last 
thing.  You guys have been great.  I'll have to tip you."

Gina turned a bit and Cindy stood up and then walked back between her 
spread legs, eyeing the teen's hairy gash fearfully.  We could see a 
runner of sperm slowly leaking from the girl.  Gina reached out and 
grasped Bobbie's hand and he dutifully stood over her, both of them 
naked as they waited for "Aunt Kim" to perform this one last nasty act.

"Go to it, Aunt Kim."  I pulled the vibrator out of the knapsack.  
"Here's your vibrator.  You can do yourself through you shorts while you 
work.  As a matter of fact, Bobbie, if you'll slide you hand down the 
back of Aunt Kim's shorts and slide a finger up her butt you'll be able 
to tell us when she comes.  Because she'll come like a racehorse while 
she's doing things like this.  Go ahead, both of you, get started."

Cindy took the vibrator from my hand, searching my face earnestly as she 
did so for any sign of leniency.  With my cock rock hard in my pants, I 
showed her none.  She sighed and walked back between Gina's legs which 
dangled over the countertop.  Cindy bent her face over Gina's crotch and 
switched the vibrator on.  Using her left hand, she plied the vibrator 
on her clit right through her spandex shorts.  She widened her stance 
and slowly breathed of Gina's smells.  Then her tongue poked gently out 
and my pretty little teacher started to cautiously lick Gina's slit, 
transferring the spunk leaking out of there to her own stomach.  It was 
a gloriously erotic sight.  Cindy used her free hand to pull Gina's 
pussy lips apart and we could all see the spend lying just inside.  
Cindy went to work, her tongue wet as it returned from depositing it's 
load in her mouth.  I nodded to Bobbie and he slid away from Gina's 
side.  His right hand slid over the little wife's back and headed down 
inside her tight shorts.  Cindy gasped when his index finger entered her 
back door.  Bobbie indicated his successful penetration to me with a 
nod.  Beautiful.  

Cindy plied the vibrator actively over her clothed pubis, gradually 
panting and licking in Gina's crotch as her excitement increased.  I 
fought an urge to drag her pants down and fuck her right there.  We 
watched her growing signs of excitement, cleaning this little girl's 
unfresh snatch while men watched was obviously agreeing with her 
humiliation fetish.  

"I think some goo rolled out of her before you started.  I think I see 
something on her butthole, Aunt Kim," I stated innocently.  Cindy's hand 
pushed Gina's left thigh up and her tongue snaked down.  She was licking 
Gina's two-day unwashed ass.  And liking it to judge from the panting.  
She tongue-washed the girl's sphincter, stabbing her tongue up the tight 
passage until Gina squealed for her not to do that--that it was 
"disgusting".  The little waif sure had some hang-ups for a sixteen year 
old runaway with a pierced nostril.  But that's all it took was her 
condemnation of my teacher's nasty act for Cindy to cum.  She moaned and 
grunted and as her tongue feebly licked back up across Gina's pussy 
lips, Bobbie's face took on a startled look.  He stared at his hand 
where it disappeared into Cindy's shorts and signaled to us that her 
anus was clenching his finger in orgasm.  We watched her for at least a 
minute as she panted and groaned with her face laying on that pussy and 
her left hand holding the vibrator steadily on her own clit.  Finally 
her hand dropped away.  Bobbie hurriedly withdrew his finger from her 
butthole and his hand from her pants.  I watched him slyly examine his 
finger in wonder.  Cindy stood up on wobbly legs turned the vibrator 
off.  Then she shyly surveyed us.  I nodded in recognition of her job 
well done.  Her mouth was wet from her work down there.  What a woman.  
Edwin looked like he wanted to rush forward and hold her.  I addressed 
my runaways.  

"That went well.  Get your stuff together and I'll walk you out to your 
car."  They quickly dressed to hide their shameful nakedness from our 
view.  Bobbie grabbed the pillows and blanket.  I walked them down the 
path to their car.  

"You guys did good.  I still owe you a hundred and fifty dollars.  
Here's that and another hundred and fifty as a tip.  That makes four 
hundred dollars.  Not too bad for fifteen minutes of play is it?  Anyway 
if you guys want to be runaways it'll keep you free a while longer.  Now 
off with you."  I gave them the money and they took it.  Bobbie shyly 
mumbled thanks but I could tell they were still embarrassed about what 
they had done.  They jumped into that old piece of shit car and headed 
out without looking back.  

I walked back up the path to the bathrooms and found Edwin and Cindy 
hugging and soul-kissing.  I got to hand it to Edwin.  I'd have made her 
brush her teeth before I kissed her.  They broke off when they heard me 
come in.  

"You got to come, Ed?"  He nodded self-consciously.  

"Me too. Let's whip out our meat and beat off.  Beat off into Cindy's 
hands.  Winner drives us home.  What do you say?"  Edwin didn't answer, 
he was already pulling a stiff little cock out of his zipper and 
stroking it.  I hurriedly strode forward and whipped my meat out.  Cindy 
held her hands out to us like the Madonna and the race was on.  Me 
whacking my weasel and Edwin Van Horn slapping his dolphin.  To see who 
could shoot semen into his wife's hand first.  The sound of manual 
masturbation filled the room.  

"Hike up your top, Mrs. Van Horn," I ordered.  She glanced with 
irritation at my use of her formal name and then pulled the spandex 
sports top over the top of her marvelous tits.  With the pancake 
nipples.  We ogled them freely while we whacked off.  

Edwin won the sprint, grunting and depositing a load into Cindy's 
outstretched palm.  I came in a close second, gushing heavily into her 
other hand.  He got me in speed but I beat him in quantity.  Cindy stood 
there with a enigmatic smile on her face.  

Rub it onto your jugs, Cindy, please," I said.  She brought her hands up 
and massaged our loads onto her breasts, hefting and massaging them for 
our visual benefit.  Until those hangers glistened with our spunk.  We 
were transfixed with our softening cocks hanging out of our pants.  
Finally she was done and she pulled her top back down and washed her 
hands at the sink.  She turned to face us.  

"Let's go home.  The show's over," I said tiredly.  We walked silently 
out of the woman's bathroom and got back in the Ford and headed 
peacefully out of the parking lot of the South Trail of the Groper State 
Park.  Ten minutes later we exited the park itself and were heading 
home.  I sat in the backseat like a good boy.  I was all fucked out.

We traveled in silence for awhile.  I guess each of us was lost in our 
own thoughts and it was a comfortable silence.  Cindy finally turned in 
her seat to address me.  

"Well, Damien?  How were we?  Did we pass your Test?"  She seemed 
quietly confident of my answer.  It was time for the famous final scene.  

"You two more than passed.  You got extra credit and everything."  She 
smiled at me and then at her husband.  I could see his eyes in the 
rearview mirror assessing me.  

"What do we win?  Are we free of you at last?" my pretty little teacher 
queried.  It kind of hurt when she put the question to me like that.  I 
thought we were all growing kind of fond of one another.  I purposely 
raised my eyes from hers and stared idly at the spikes in her hair made 
stiff by semen, until she blushed.  

"You passed the test," I repeated.  "Drop me off near my house.  When 
you get home you'll find out what I've left for you."  Edwin's eyes 
flickered nervously.  

"You...you haven't left any nasty surprises for us at home, have you?  
Drug raid, cops or something?"  Edwin's voice betrayed his worries.  

"No, Ed.  Nothing bad.  I originally took your dope and like forty-three 
thousand dollars.  Almost everything you had, I guess.  I've given you a 
couple of thousand back for your expenses.  I sold your dope and ripped 
off some out of town gansta's on some cocaine.  Long story short, when 
you get home you will find about ninety thousand dollars in cash laying 
on the kitchen table.  Also a present for each of you.  It's my way of 
saying you guys Passed the Test."  

They were dumbstruck, glancing seriously at each other for at least five 
minutes.  Some kind of unspoken communication going on.  I was too 
fucked out to care much.  I continued.

"Anyway, I'm gone.  You guys got some nice parting gifts.  I'll go on to 
something else.  I won't bother you anymore."

More silence and sidelong glances.  Finally, Edwin Van Horn turned round 
on me.  "That's an awful lot of money, Damien.  I mean, Jesus," he 
added.  

"I don't need it," I said simply.  "The State pays my way.  Making it 
was fun and challenging.  I still got some Boyz out there who would kill 
me if they could find me.  But they can't find me.  You guys need the 
money to get your shit together.  Pay some bills and stuff.  Money was 
what was killing you guys before, right?"  They both nodded solemnly.  
"So I don't need the money.  You do.  You get the money.  It's that 
simple."

"What are you going to do?" Cynthia asked me, "with your life I mean?"

I thought seriously about not telling them.  Because it wasn't there 
business.  But I reflected that I had intruded a great deal on their 
lives and what the hell, I wasn't in charge of them anymore.  We could 
be on par. 

"I'm going to learn computers and finance.  Together.  Eventually I will 
find a way of using international finance and computers to make money 
appear that wasn't there before.  Something big, that half the people 
scream that I'm doing something illegal and half push for new laws to 
stop me from doing it in the future because it was legal when I did it.  
And the third half will be too confused to understand what I've done."  

"There is no third half, Damien," Edwin reminded me.  

"It'll seem like there is when I'm done," I said simply.  My educators 
were silent.  But they didn't doubt me.

Cindy asked, "Damien, tell us what you bought us.  We won't have a 
chance to thank you for your presents after we drop you off.  So just 
tell us, okay?"

"Do you really want to ruin the surprise?  Do you really want to know?" 
I teased.

"I do.  I really do.  I'm one of those people who can't wait 'til 
Christmas to open my presents.  I've got to know, sweetie".

"Okay.  Edwin, I got you a Rolex watch.  Not the top of the line or 
anything because people might ask questions.  It's a Rolex though.  
Cindy, I bought you a cocktail ring.  Two carats worth of stones, all 
good quality.  You can say your Aunt left it to you if you need to 
explain it."  

They absorbed that information for awhile as we neared home.  Finally,  
Edwin said thanks and Cindy echoed him.  Then I saw the inspiration in 
her eyes and she turned round on me again.  

"Thanks, Damien.  I've got something for you that I've been holding on 
to for a little while."  I watched the top of her arm as it angled down 
onto her abdomen.  I realized that she had plunged her right hand down 
her tight shorts.  She was playing around down there, her eyes half-
closed in concentration.  Then her arm came out and presented itself to 
me.  In her hand was the stone I had buried up her pussy.  It was wet 
with her secretions.  She leaned far back towards me, gravity trying to 
pull her heavy teats towards the floor as she leaned.  She dropped the 
stone in my hand.  "Something to remember me by.  That and this."  And 
Cynthia Van Horn, my pretty little teacher, swabbed her wet fingers 
across my nose and upper lip.  I immediately smelled her wonderful pussy 
on my face.  It was my turn to blush.  "Thanks," I muttered like a tough 
guy.  She smiled and turned away.  

And so it was that they dropped me off in the parking lot of the 
Library.  An awkward situation indeed.  It didn't seem right for their 
Dominator to thank them once again, so I didn't.  They wished me the 
best of luck and we parted.  I went into the Library to think about the 
past few months when I had used my pretty teacher to work out my 
perversions on.  It had been fun, but now it was done.  

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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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