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Teaching to the Test



   By Ed Rider



   "You look too young to be in the world's oldest profession," said
Schuyler Slack.

   Haley and her three friends laughed.  "We're not after your money,
Schuyler," she said.  "We just think you're hot."

   He knew she was lying, but if they weren't hookers, what were they doing
at his table?  He and all the other men in the neighborhood bar saw them
come in together, and all eyes had been on them ever since.

   They looked like jailbait, but the bartender served them after checking
their IDs, so they must have been older than the fresh-faced giggly
teenagers they acted like, he thought.  Dressed in tight white shorts and
low-cut tops that showed plenty of cleavage, all of them were fully packed
above and below and seemed anxious for everybody to know it.

   Schuyler began leering at them while they gathered around a couple of
bar stools.  They were on and off the stools, mostly moving in time to the
livelier songs on the jukebox and waving their assets nonstop.  One of them
saw him staring at her, and he was surprised when she locked into his gaze
instead of looking away.  He saw a trace of a smile come over her face as
she looked at him, and then she was on her way to his table.

   She didn't even ask if she could sit down, and soon they were in
conversation, of a sort.  Schuyler was already too far gone to be
intelligible, and he mostly spoke of how hot she looked and how much he'd
like to see more.  Haley told him her name and then deflected most of his
crude remarks and laughed a lot.  Gradually, her friends drifted over to
the table.  Most of the conversation was among them, although every once in
a while, they included Schuyler.  He enjoyed the attention.

   Schuyler Slack knew he was nothing special to look at.  In his mid-40s,
he usually hooked up with sluts who got as drunk as he did, and sometimes
he was amazed at what was lying in the bed next to him in the morning.  He
usually got out of her apartment -- or got her out of his -- as fast as he
could.

   He didn't care.  It was just a way of forgetting his classrooms full of
kids who hated him.  The only reason he became a high school social studies
teacher is because he had spent his college years in a haze of sex, booze
and drugs, so he found the easiest courses he could take and ended up
barely getting a degree in education.  He was surprised that he got a job
right away, but that was because there was a shortage of teachers when he
graduated, so the district was hiring anyone.

   Somehow, he lasted long enough to get tenure, and now the union
protected him.  Every school he taught at tried to get rid of him as fast
as it could.  Usually it took a couple of years and a parent who had some
influence before he could be shuffled off to another unfortunate principal.
He had had many conversations with principals and other school district
officials trying to get him to resign.  Sometimes parents even offered
incentive money.

   But he didn't care what they wanted.  The money was good, and the longer
he stayed, the bigger pension he'd get.  His salary paid his bar bills, and
since he didn't do more than go through the motions in class, the work
wasn't hard.  He didn't disguise his contempt for the students, and those
who had half a brain and were unfortunate enough to get him, hated him
because they were wasting a whole semester in his class.

   He liked his current position at Clark High better than most because his
apartment was a few blocks from both the school and the cheap neighborhood
bar.  He could get to the bar early and stagger home alone or with his ugly
slut of the night no matter how wasted he was, then rouse himself in time
to stagger to his first class.

   Tonight was a Friday night, so he didn't need to worry about leaving the
bar until it closed.  With the four gorgeous hookers -- or whatever they
were -- surrounding him, he probably wouldn't connect with anyone and would
go home alone, but he didn't care.  He was appreciating their firm,
bountiful young breasts and imagining himself enjoying them.  Even though
he never offered to buy them a drink, they stuck around.

   At closing time, when they said goodbye and left, he could barely pull
himself up.  Because of the distractions around him, he had drunk even more
than usual.  He staggered out into the night.

   Halfway down the block, he said, "What the--?" He was suddenly being
supported.  He looked around, and it was the four babes, two on each side.
They were not just supporting him, but they were directing him over to the
curb, where there was a car with an open back door.  They pushed his head
down and then shoved him in the door and across the seat.  One of them got
in after him, and another got in next to him on the other side.  Before he
could say anything, the car was pulling away from the curb.

   He looked to his left and right at the girls, then to the two in the
front seat.  "What?" was all he could manage, but Haley answered him.

   "It was too early for the party to end, Schuyler," she said, "so we're
going to keep it going."

   "Where?" he said.

   "We're going over to Miss Stern's," she said.  "I think you know her."

   "No!" he yelled, and his face got dark.  As drunk as he was, the name of
Minerva Stern was enough to put him in a foul mood.  She was a union
steward at Clark High, and all she did was give him grief.  She could get
just as crude and nasty as he did when they had their frequent run-ins, so
he tried to stay out of her way.

   "Oh, don't be a party pooper, Schuyler!" said Haley.  "Miss Stern is a
lot of fun once she's out of the classroom.  She really lets her hair down.
And she's pretty hot for being nearly 40.  Just think of it.  You and she
and we are all going to have fun together tonight.  It should be great!"

   He continued saying "no" in a slurred voice and swayed back and forth as
the speeding car turned corners.  In about five minutes, it stopped on a
quiet street in a dark neighborhood.  As he was saying "no" for the
umpteenth time, he felt a wad of material pushed into his mouth and heard
Haley say, "It's just my panties, Schuyler.  We don't want you to wake up
the neighbors." He was pulled out of the car, and then directed to the
front door, which was open.  He didn't see Minerva until he was already
through the door, but when he did, he tried to struggle as best he could,
which wasn't much.  He was like soft putty.

   Nothing was said as the girls carried him to a large bathroom and lay
him down on the tile.  Then their hands were all over him, and even though
he tried to push them away and roll across the floor, he felt all his
clothes coming off quickly, and soon he felt the cold tile on his naked
skin.

   Then he really got upset, because he felt something at his anus.  It was
a finger, and it was pushing something soft into him.  It was some kind of
grease, and that was followed by some kind of tube.

   "What?" he said, barely intelligible.

   "It's only an enema," said Haley.  "Enjoy it, Schuyler.  We're going to
give you two nice warm ones to clean you out inside.  You won't have to go
to the bathroom the rest of the night."

   The warm soapy water actually felt good to him at first, but then it
wouldn't stop until his belly was bloated.  And a few minutes later, after
they lifted him onto the toilet, it didn't feel good anymore as he kept
spasming and expelling.  When his second treatment was over, he was
exhausted and slumped to the floor.

   After they washed him off in the shower, the four girls and the teacher
dragged him naked to the kitchen, where they sat him down and forced him to
drink three cups of strong black coffee.  "We don't mind if you're drunk,"
said Haley, "but we want you to be wide awake, too, so you can enjoy our
fun.  Miss Stern is going to tell you about the game."

   He tried to protest, but he still couldn't put more than a couple of
words together.

   "Hi, Schuyler," said Minerva.  "What do you think of our seniors?  I
chose them carefully.  They were all lucky enough to not have any classes
with you.  They are good students, and some of the best athletes at school.
And they are all overdeveloped, oversexed and curious, just like I was when
I was their age.  A couple of them have been helping me out since they were
freshmen, and they recruited the others.  It's our secret school pep team.

   "The reason I started the team was because Clark was getting the short
end of the stick from the politicians and the district.  They passed these
laws that schools and teachers were going to be evaluated by annual tests.
I've been trying to tell you about it, but you wouldn't listen.

   "All the schools get the same test, and if the students do well, the
school is rewarded.  But if the test scores are low, all sorts of bad stuff
happens.  Despite our great union, even teacher salaries and retirement are
being threatened.

   "Because we aren't in a wealthy part of town, we don't have much power
at the school board, and we've been getting reject teachers from other
schools.  Whoever the wealthy parents didn't like ended up at Clark.

   "Some of them were actually terrific, and they only thing they did wrong
was they wouldn't give in to the rich kids' parents, but some of them
should never have been allowed in a classroom.  As union steward, I had to
support them all, no matter what I thought of them.  We couldn't let the
bad ones get fired, because if we let the administration do that, then they
might go after good teachers who they just didn't like.

   "But with the new laws, we all have to teach to the test, and one or two
rotten apples can spoil it for every teacher in the school.  There are some
teachers, like you, who don't give a damn about anyone else but themselves,
and they know that our contract is so strong, they can't be fired.  So they
don't teach to the test, and the students score low, and it puts the whole
staff in jeopardy.

   "I've tried to talk to you about this, Schuyler.  You're the worst
teacher I've ever met.  You don't teach to the test, and in fact, you don't
teach at all.  You just pretend enough to get by.  I've asked you politely
to get with the program, but you ignored me.

   "I checked your records, and if you quit, you can start collecting your
pension right away.  It's 80 per cent of what you're getting, so you'll
have plenty of money to keep you in booze as long as your liver holds out.
I explained this patiently to you a couple of times, and from your
response, you know exactly what you're entitled to, but you choose to be
selfish and not resign.

   "Remember the last time we spoke?  I told you that if you didn't come to
my office to sign the resignation forms within a week, I would be forced to
take some drastic measures.  You ignored me again, and that's why you're
partying with our secret pep club tonight.  In case you're wondering, the
bartender is an alumnus who helps us, and no, none of the girls had any
alcohol.  Aren't they good actors?

   "We've had to do this a couple of times before, once with a woman
teacher and once with a man, so we have some experience.  I'm pretty
certain you'll sign the forms tonight before the girls take you home.  And
after you do, you'll have a chance to see the videos of your predecessors.

   "Yes, Schuyler, tonight we're making a video.  You probably didn't
notice when you came in, but my living room is covered with a plastic drop
cloth.  Underneath is some thick rubber padding to prevent injury.

   "All around it are big lights on stands that we're going to turn on for
the filming.  And there are also video cameras on tripods to capture what
goes on from lots of angles.  A couple of the girls and I also have
cameras, and we're going to be shooting close-ups of the action.

   "I thought of something for you, but Haley insisted that we change
certain things.  She's on the school's championship lacrosse team and also
one of the cheerleaders, and she's very competitive and very stubborn, so
she got her way even though I warned her she might regret it.

   "Now we're all going into the living room, and she'll explain what will
happen.  In fact, she wants to talk during the entire video shoot.  Her
goal is to be an actress.  It will be a pain in the neck to edit her voice
out of the video, but she convinced us she could make this more fun for
everyone that way."

   The teacher and the four girls maneuvered him to the living room floor,
sat him down on the plastic sheet and held onto him so he wouldn't fall
over.  He muttered angrily but unintelligibly during the process.  Then
Haley stood in front of him and began talking.

   "Hi, Schuyler," she said.  "I'm really excited about this for lots of
reasons.  Even though I don't have you for a class, some of my friends do,
so they'll really be happy once you're gone.

   "I've been in lots of competitions, but never anything like this.  I'm
so excited about going up against you.  And last of all, even though I'm a
virgin, I'm incredibly horny, and I've done lots of stuff with my
boyfriends, except for the big thing.  So I'm excited about having some
wild sex with you tonight.

   "Miss Stern told me you might try to hurt me, so I'll have to be
careful. One thing you won't be allowed to do is take my virginity.  Well,
at least not my vagina.  Miss Stern and the girls have the right to do
anything to you to prevent that because I want to save it for someone
special.

   "But you are allowed to take my anal virginity.  I've never had a penis
there either.  I've practiced a little for tonight by sticking some things
inside there, but it was uncomfortable, so I didn't do much.  If I win, it
means you won't get in there anyway, and if I lose -- well, I'll just have
to deal with it if that happens.

   "So I also had two enemas a little while ago to make it fair.  Now I'm
taking off my clothes to be as naked as you are.  I see you like what you
see.  Let me turn around and spread my legs and bend over.  That's what
you're going for.  You're going to try to get your big, long old thing in
there and pound me until I'm screaming.  Your thing is small and shriveled
right now, but we'll soon fix that.

   "Now that we're both naked, the girls are giving us each another enema.
What you feel going into you is a lot of lube.  To make our contest as safe
as possible, they are going to fill us with the slimy stuff until there's
so much inside us that our bellies will be sticking out.

   "Once we're done with that, the contest will begin.  You will try to
stick your thing in my ass, and I will try to stick my things in yours. 
No, I don't have any dildos.  I'm just going to use my hands.

   "I figure that even though you've got long arms and big hands and you're
double my weight and more than a foot taller, the contest should be fair,
because you're sloppy drunk and I'm fast and agile.  Time is on your side,
because as you begin to sober up, you'll get more of an advantage, so I've
got to work fast.

   "The rules are that I'm not allowed to kick you at all or gouge you or
hurt your package in any way.  But I am allowed to slap and spank you. 
Also, I'm working against the clock.  I only have 45 minutes to do what I
can do.

   "You've been staring at me all the time I've been talking, but now you
have to say something.  I know it's hard for you in your present state, but
all you have to say is 'I understand,' and then we can begin.  Do you
understand what I just told you?"

   Schuyler's face twisted in anger, but he didn't respond.

   "It looks like you do understand," said Haley after a minute, "but you
have to say it.  I'm waiting."

   Schuyler didn't say anything.  After another minute, Haley said, "I'm
sorry, but I need to hear you say it." She went over to where Schuyler was
seated naked on the floor.  He was rocking slightly and still had an angry
expression.  Her arm went back and she delivered a loud slap to his left
cheek.

   "Ow!" he yelled and fell over on his side.  He slid away from her and
didn't sit up again.

   "That's not good enough, Schuyler," she said.  "In a few seconds, I'm
going to come over there and give you another hard slap.  And then I'm
going to spank you hard and keep slapping and spanking until you respond.
What was that?"

   "Understand, fuck you," he said.

   She smiled.  "Thanks, Schuyler," she said.  "Let's see if you can make
your words come true before I can fuck you.

   "We're ready now.  I see some of the lube came out of you when you
scooted away.  The plastic sheet is already slippery.

   "We could start standing up if you want, but unless you get up right
now, we'll just start down here on the mat.  The girls and Miss Stern are
going to yell out 'Go' and start timing our 45 minutes any second now, and
there they go.

   "OK, you're choosing to sit there all pulled together with your arms out
to push me away, so here I come.  How did you like that slap?  You really
yelled that time.  Miss Stern said this room is sound proofed.  Here comes
another one.

   "Oh, you finally moved away that time, but you've got to be careful,
because if you don't watch how you move, I might get one of my fingers into
that small hole in your butt, like I just did.  Boy, did you move fast when
I did that.  Even though you're wasted, you can still react quickly when
you want to, can't you?

   "You've slid away, so I'm getting up and following you.  Oh, you're
standing up, too.  I'll let you steady yourself.  There you are.  You're
much bigger than me, Schuyler, and you're coming at me.  Come on then. 
You're grabbing for one of my breasts.  I think you like them, don't you,
or do you want to hurt them?

   "See how I spun away from your hands and squatted down.  Oops, some lube
just came out of my anus.  Do you feel me grabbing your ankles and pulling
them hard?  Wow!  That was a heavy fall, and you made a big splash into all
that lube under us.  But I see you weren't hurt.

   "You're trying to get up again, but let's see if I can push hard on your
chest to make you slip down on the grease.  I did it.  Now before you can
get up, I'm going to sit on your stomach like this.  How does that look? 
My breasts are right in front of your face.  Would you like to try for them
again.  Here come your big hands, grasping for them.  Now you have them and
are beginning to squeeze.  Let's see how long you can hold on when I do
this.

   "You didn't expect that, did you, Schuyler?  I'm not that heavy, but
when I stand up with my feet on either side of you and jump in the air so
my full weight falls on your stomach, you can feel it, right?  Do you want
to grab my breasts again and see if you can hold on better this time?  Oh,
I must have knocked the wind out of you, and you lost some of your energy.
Let's do it again.

   "That was even better.  I heard a lot of lube squirt out of you as I
landed.  You're really quiet now, but I see you're wide awake and looking
at me.  OK, let's see how you react when I do this.

   "Boy, as exhausted as you are from me bouncing on your stomach, you
still moved a lot when that finger went in.  But now you can't get away
from me so easily, can you?  My finger is following you wherever you slide
and squirm.  Look at you move.  It's going to look great on the video.

   "Get ready for finger number two.  Yes, move faster, but there it goes,
right in.  You really felt that didn't you.  I hear you, but I can't make
out your words, Schuyler.  You really need to enunciate better.  Here goes
number three.

   "That was quite a squeeze getting it in, but we did it.  And you're
getting louder, too.  Oh, I see you've got a new strategy, just lie there
limp and hope for the best.  But it's much more fun when you're moving.  I
can't do much when I'm sitting on you and reaching back into your asshole
like this, so I'm going to move back and get off you.  There, now I'm
between your legs.

   "Oh, you're rolling over.  But I'm rotating my arm to go with you, and
now I'm in a better position, so I can move three fingers in and out of you
like this.  Now you're moving again, and I'm moving right with you.  Let me
see if I can speed up the fingers.

   "Ooh.  That got a reaction.  Now, you're getting on your knees.  That
should open you for finger number four -- oops, you got up fast before I
could get it in.  I'm standing up with you.  It's great because I'm so much
shorter than you and my arm is right at the height of your ass.

   "You're putting your arms behind you to pull my arm away, but I'm
lowering it so it's going straight up into you from below.  You can't reach
it that way, can you?  But I can still keep my fingers going in and out. 
Let's go faster again.

   "That did it.  You took off.  You've got longer legs, so I've got to run
to keep up, but I'm in good shape, and each time I close in, I'm pushing
the fingers in hard.

   "Awww.  Are you out of breath?  I guess this is a good time for finger
number five.  That's it, try to shake it out.  That looks so cute, but I'm
afraid it's in for good.  You're moving away again, but I'm following.

   "Oops, you slipped on some of the lube.  Down you go, and down I go on
top of you.  Now that you're lying face down and quiet for a minute, it
gives me the chance to push the five fingers all the way in to the second
knuckle.  And here they come out to the tips again, and back they go.  I
love the moaning, groaning sound Schuyler.  You can relax now, and I'll
take care of everything.

   "Do you feel how fast my fingers are going in and out?  It's so much fun
watching them.  But now I'm stopping the in and out, and I'm slowly pushing
in all the way.  You're starting to howl.  Or is that just a really loud
owie sound?  You're really tight down there.  I'm getting a lot of
resistance, but I'll be patient.  Just a soft continuous pressure.  Do I
feel something moving.  No, it was my imagination.

   "But yes, there was something that time.  Your body is telling me that
it's looking for a way to accept my hand.  Oh, oh.  I think it's opening.
Whee!  There it went.  All the way in to the wrist.  That looked so awesome
when it happened.  How are you feeling?  Let's take a rest for minute. 
I've got a nice slippery glove on my hand, Schuyler, and it's you.  That's
it, deep breaths.  We have to save our strength because we've got a lot
more fun ahead.  Would you like to suck my breasts?  Do you want to squeeze
them again?

   "If you lie on your side, I could move carefully and try not to hurt you
and put my pussy right by your lips so you could lick it?  Yes, I'd do that
for you -- and for the video.  You're not responding at all.  I guess
you're a little too bushed for my bush.  Ha ha!

   "OK, that was five minutes.  Time to get going again.  First, please get
on your hands and knees, Schuyler.  Come on.  You can rest later.  I've
only got my left hand free, but I need to get your attention, so here goes.
You shouted, but I guess I didn't spank you hard enough.  Let me try again.
That one moved you, but you are still ignoring me.  Well, I'll just have to
keep going.

   "Awww.  You're crying like a baby, Schuyler.  I guess you don't like
being spanked.  Look how red your left ass cheek is.  It must really hurt.
But you're not moving.  Well, I guess there's only one way to get you
going.

   "There, that got a reaction.  See, what I did was make my hand into a
fist inside you.  That sort of locks me in, so when I pull a little, like I
just did, it pulls your ass muscles out, and that can be painful.  I'm
going to start pulling up now, and you need to move your ass up with my
fist and get on your hands and knees.  I'll do it slowly, but if you don't
move, eventually I'll rip my fist out of your ass, and it might tear
something.  You don't want that to happen, do you, Schuyler?  No, of course
not.  That's the way to get up.

   "OK, now we're going to crawl a little for practice.  I will push my
hand into you, and that will be the signal to crawl forward.  When I make a
fist and pull back, that will mean to back up.  And when I pull to the left
and right, that will direct you.  I want to operate you like a car here on
the floor for a while.  Here we go.  Wheee!"

   "That was fun for the girls and Miss Stern, I could tell.  Now I want to
do the same thing, except standing up.  We did this before with just a few
fingers in you, but then you were trying to get loose.  Now we can work
together and maybe do a little dance.  OK, I'm starting to pull.  It's time
for you to stand up.  That was quick.  OK, girls put the music on and let's
dance.

   "Now wasn't that nice, Schuyler, dancing cheek to cheek or at least with
my hand between your cheeks?  I see you're beginning to sober up.  That's
what I was waiting for.  Now let's go over to the couch.  It's also covered
with the plastic drop cloth.  I want you to get on your hands and knees
again on the couch, and I'll get behind you.  That's it.  You're being so
cooperative now.

   "Now I'm going to show you what I learned on the internet.  First I'm
going to make my right hand as compact as possible inside you, like that.
Now we're going on a journey.  Do you feel how I'm just barely pushing? 
With all the lubricant, that's enough to send me gliding deeper.

   "You can't see, but I'm almost to the elbow.  You're much deeper back
there than you know, and I'm going to see how deep I can go.  That's it. 
Try to keep from squirming.  It will only make it harder on you.  Hold
perfectly still if you can.  There I'm past the elbow and still moving
slowly forward.

   "I've hit my bicep, and there, we're past it.  I'm all the way in to my
shoulder.  Let's both take a rest for a couple of minutes.  That was
exciting but exhausting for you I think.  Try to relax.  Pretend that
you're a puppet, and I'm your puppetmaster with my arm inside you.

   "OK, I'm pulling it out now.  You can't see all the lube that's covering
my arm as it comes out.  It looks strange.  There, we're back at the wrist
again.  That wasn't so bad.  Now I'm going to move in and out of you again.
That's it.  Let's get that emotion out.  Cry all you want.  I know it
hurts, but I'm going to do my best not to tear you, so in a few weeks you
should be as good as new.

   "Now, I'm pulling all the way out, and then going right back in. 
There's huge hole that's accepting me easily now.  Do you feel it?  Now,
I'm going to punch your anus with my fist.  There, it resisted at first,
but then my whole fist went right in.  I'm keeping my hand in a fist as I
come out now as well as when I punch into you, and it's working.  Let me do
that a few more times.  Just one more time to show the camera how big I've
made your hole.  You're doing great, Schuyler.

   "Do you feel that?  I've got a couple of fingers from the left hand
going in with the right.  Now three.  And there, that was hard, but I'm
moving four fingers in with the entire right hand.  You know what's next.
Let's put both hands together and do our soft push again.  It shouldn't
take as long.  I wonder if you have enough voice left to give me something
special when they both go in.  Yes you did.  That was great.  Let's rest
now.  We're almost done.

   "Are you as tired as I am, Schuyler?  This is hard work for me, too, but
I'm still having fun.  OK, now I'm going to slowly pull both hands out,
there, and slowly shove them in again.  And out, and in, and a little
faster and a little faster.  Look at me.  Two hands whizzing in and out of
your ass.  I think you lost control for a second there, because your body
twisted like crazy.  I'll stop a second for you to get comfortable again.
Maybe comfortable isn't the right word.  OK, let's work up some speed
again. There, now you're taking it like a man, except for the crying and
grunting.

   "OK.  That's enough of that.  We've only got one thing left to do,
Schuyler, and then we can finish here.  I've got two hands inside you, and
now I'm going to make them as compact as possible, I'm going to put a
little pressure on the right hand.  Yes!  It's sliding further in with no
trouble.  There's still a lot of lube in there.

   "Now, the left hand is going to catch up with the right hand. 
Beautiful. My arms are both almost to the elbow.  Let's see if we can get
the right arm past the elbow.  It's getting tight, but I'll be patient. 
There it goes.  Now for the left arm.  You did it.  You're swallowing me up
like quicksand.

   "Are you ready for the final push?  Here goes the right, slowly, slowly
-- there, it's up to my shoulder.  Now the left, carefully, slowly, breathe
deeply, and -- hooray!  We did it.  Did you hear the girls cheering?  Let's
rest on our laurels for a moment.  That's it.  You can cry as loud as you
want, Schuyler, because this is the worst you're going to feel.

   "In a few minutes, I'm going to pull out, but I won't make my hands into
fists or do anything else except slowly withdraw as carefully as possible
to minimize any further pain.  That's because of what you're about to do
for me before I pull out.

   "We're going to slowly turn around while you're still on your hands and
knees on the couch, and then you're going to slowly stand up in front of me
while I sit on the couch behind you with my hands buried up to the shoulder
in you.  Once you're standing, you're going to use your hands on yourself
while you're facing the girls in front of you and you're going to give
yourself a big orgasm and spray your semen up high in the air.

   "I know your tool is all small and sad from all the pain, but Susy will
take care of that.  OK, are you ready to move.  Just follow my lead.  I'm
the puppetmaster, and my arms are inside you moving you slowly this way. 
Just move with my arms, and it won't hurt as much.  That's it.  Now stand
up slowly, and my arms will go with you.  There we go.  My arms are almost
straight up in front of me.  What a view!

   "OK, Susy.  Susy loves to suck her boyfriends.  She's like a vacuum
cleaner.  See, she's got you hard already.  OK.  There's plenty of lube all
over you that squeezed out of your anus, so wipe your hands in some and
start stroking.  That's it.  Oops.  Looks like you weren't fast enough.  We
need Susy to revive the noodle again.  There she goes.

   "OK, Schuyler, try to get into the mood, because we can't finish until
you eject your sperm.  Girls, help him a little.  Look at them touching
each other and rubbing their sexy bodies together.  Imagine you are doing
one of them in the ass and try to forget my arms deep inside of you.  Come
on, work at it.  Let's finish up.  There, I think you're starting to
respond a little.  Men are so amazing.  No matter what happens to them,
they still manage to come.

   "That's it.  Now you've got the rhythm.  I can hear you making some
sighing sounds in between your sobs.  Keep going.  You're getting faster
and out of control.  Get ready ladies.  There he goes.  That was a lot of
come.  Beautiful, Schuyler.  Now rest for a few moments and try to relax
while I carefully pull my arms out of your ass.  OK, Miss Stern, we're
ready for the clipboard.

   "Here it is, Schuyler, and there's the pen.  Don't worry about the come
all over your hands.  The administration won't mind if your resignation has
come stains.  They'll take it no matter what it looks like or smells like.

   "Just sign on the line at the bottom, and we'll take care of the rest.
You don't even have to come to school on Monday.  Miss Stern will arrange
to have all your stuff brought to your house while you recover.

   "After you sign your name, you're going to get a couple more cups of
coffee because we're all going to watch some videos of what we did to the
two teachers before you.  Each of them was different from this, but just as
effective.

   "For the man, we did something called cock and ball torture, forced
milking and creampie eating.  I think it was more painful and humiliating
than what you got, but you can watch and decide for yourself.

   "The woman teacher got to do a lot of what they call salad tossing on
three different men, and then they enjoyed her separately and together in
many different ways.  They didn't clean out her anus like we did for you
before they filled it with three huge loads of come.  Then she was
positioned on this same couch with a bunch of pillows, and we pulled her
legs back over her head so her mouth was almost kissing her anus.  We
clipped her nose and gagged her so she couldn't breathe while we pumped her
anus full of air.  We waited until it looked like she was ready to explode
and then freed her nose and mouth.  While she was gulping for air, she
couldn't hold back any more, and she began farting out all the air we had
pumped into her.  The farts also shot all the come and some really ugly
stuff from inside her ass into her mouth and nose and all over her face. 
After she threw up for 20 minutes, she was really happy to sign the
resignation and clean up.

   "We hope you enjoy watching the videos as much as we do.  We're showing
them to you in case you have any houghts about withdrawing your resignation
or filing any complaints about Miss Stern or us.

   "If you have buyer's remorse, your videos are going to be all over the
Internet, with my face and voice blocked out, of course.  A lot of students
and teachers and administrators are going to see how much you enjoy
whacking off with two arms up your ass.  You'll be famous around the world,
and the district will try really hard to get rid of you.

   "But the union contract is really strong, so you might still hold onto
your job.  If you do, remember the videos you are about to see, because
you'll probably experience some of the same things in your next session
with us.  Our secret pep club gets lots of applications every year, and
only the smartest, sexiest girls are selected.  They would love to make a
video with you that would top all the others.

   "But I'm sure that won't be necessary.  There, you're signing your name
pretty firmly.  I'm sure you won't regret this, Schuyler.  Now it's time to
watch some fun videos."
   

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