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Teacher Passes the Test,
Part 2 of 10,
Mr. Teacher's Wild Ride
by Shakespeare_I._Aint
(m/MF everything)
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Teacher Passes the Test,
Part 2 of 10,
Mr. Teacher's Wild Ride
by Shakespeare_I._Aint
(m/MF,everything)
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I saw Mrs. Van Horn briefly the next Monday in school. She looked haggard, as
though she hadn't slept much last night after I gave her the facial. In my
Humanities class, she avoided looking in my direction for the whole period.
When the bell sounded at the end of the class, she tensed, fearing I would
stroll up to her and demand another blowjob. I left without pestering her.
Mrs. Van Horn was the cheerleader coach at the school, grooming good-looking,
affluent young ladies like herself to preen and flounce before the crowds. It
was a position that took a few extra hours a week to perform. I suppose it was
her little way of paying back the System that produced fine young thoroughbreds
like she had been.
I headed out of the school, back to the foster home where I lived. I wasn't
feeling all that randy yet. I bided my time, helping the McGwire's with the
chores around the house. They loved me, and gratefully extended total freedom
to me, never asking where I was going or what I had been doing. They were
sorely overworked, having received ten boys to care for, and they were
appreciative of any effort to help them.
A long about Wednesday evening, it was time to head back to the Van Horn's.
After helping Mrs. McGwire with the dishes, I headed out. It was less than 2
miles to the Van Horn residence, and the evening was pleasantly cool. As the
shadows increased on my purposeful walk, I noticed a white Ford Expedition
following me. It was Ed Van Horn, tailing me to see if I dropped an
incriminating letter into a mailbox to be mailed should I fail to return home.
Typical movie bullshit. I was somewhat startled though. I thought Ed's
beating and the promise that I might stop tormenting them would have curtailed
any attempt to get the better of me. I was highly disappointed and somewhat
upset. He certainly wasn't very good at surveillance. I decided on a plan of
action on the spot.
I ducked into the Public Library, my sanctuary when I needed to get away from
the chaos at my home. I was fast becoming recognized and welcome there--I
spent a lot of time reading--and I was a quiet, respectful boy. I borrowed a
sheet of paper, an envelope and bought a stamp from the small dispenser there.
I typed a short note and placed it in the envelope, which I addressed to the
Police Department. I placed the stamp on the envelope and walked out. Ed Van
Horn was parked farther down the street, probably congratulating himself on his
inconspicuousness. I walked into his subdivision, so that he would have no
doubt that I was heading to his home to rape his wife. One street away from
his home, I stopped in front of a homeowner's mailbox. Looking around
theatrically, I placed my envelope in the mailbox and strode energetically
around the corner onto the Van Horn's street. I listened as I walked. I heard
the Expedition moving up and stopping. Seconds later, I could hear the Ex
pedition squeal away. I was on their street, so Ed had go around and come home
from the other end of the street to avoid passing me. I broke into a run. I
didn't want Ed to have time to open that letter before I got to his house.
It worked perfectly. As I strode up the driveway to their secluded home, Ed
pulled up in the Expedition, staring grimly at me as he pulled into the garage.
He jumped out of the car and approached me. I could tell by his bearing that
he was pleased with himself. I noted that he had stopped using the cane and
neck brace routine.
"Well, if it isn't young Mister Damien North, coming over to my home uninvited
again. Come in, come in." Ed opened the back door and ushered me into the
home.
"I'm sorry, Cindy's not home yet. She'll be along soon."
"That's fine. I can wait." I said simply.
"I've just been checking the mail. I've got a letter right here."
Ed pulled my letter to the police out of his shirt. He stopped and stared at
the envelope.
"Wait a second--this isn't addressed to me...this is addressed to the Police
Department". He glanced at me triumphantly.
I did my best to look like I was at a loss for words.
"I wonder what it says?" Ed's words were charged with sarcasm, the lowest form
of humor. "I guess I'll just have to open it, won't I?"
I said nothing. The letter had one sentence. As Ed ripped open the letter and
read it, I inched closer to him. As his brow furrowed in puzzlement, I
prepared myself.
"Read it out loud," I commanded him.
"This letter entitles the bearer to one free ass kicking...", his words trailed
off as he finished. He lowered the letter to look at me in sudden
consternation. It hadn't been what he expected at all. My foot connected on a
roundhouse swing with his stomach. Ed made a nice whoofing sound as his
dropped to the floor, the letter fluttering in the air as he fell. I followed
up with a second drop-kick as he rested on his hands and knees. Another nice
whoofing sound and Eddie threw up. I bent over and slapped the glasses right
off his face. Eddie curled up into a fetal position, expecting to become the
recipient of another nice beating. He had lost again and had given up hope. I
pulled his belt off him forcibly and laid into him, striking him hard with the
thick leather, making him cry out when the belt struck his back and neck. He
curled tighter and tighter. His initial beating went quickly because I was
tiring. I tossed his belt aside and pulled his shoes off. Reaching in, I
undid his pants and pulled them off. His underwear was dry this time. I
ripped the shirt off his back and pulled his socks off. Edwin Van Horn was
reduced to a naked, sobbing, short, bearded guidance counselor. One with some
nice welts forming.
"Get out to the garage," I ordered, kicking him in the ass. "Crawl."
"The neighbors-,"he whined.
"--won't see you." I finished. I left the back door open and drove him with
the belt out the door on his hands and knees. I allowed him to crawl on the
grass rather than the blacktop. And I lack empathy, eh? I halted him in the
center of the garage, a three car garage with Eddie's workbench and tools
perfectly arranged under the incandescent lighting. I located some cloth
clothesline and roped his hands together. Eddie was still snuffling quietly,
the fight taken out of him. I noticed a tube of lithium grease. I backed
Eddie on his hands and knees toward the sidewall, the belt whistling savagely
around his head as he backed up in fear. Looking around, I noticed a push
broom, neatly hung up on the wall. I grabbed that broom and laid it on the
floor, the brush backed up against the wall. I squirted a generous dollop of
grease on the large, smooth wooden tip of the broom.
"Back up Eddie". He backed up slowly and I positioned the handle at his big
pink anus. He froze at the contact with the wooden broom handle. I walked to
the front of him and stood at his head, pushing his shoulders back forcing the
broom handle into him. He gasped in shock as his rectum was impaled.
That's when I saw it. I couldn't believe it at first. It didn't seem right
after all we had just been through. Eddie had an erection poking out of the
mess of pubic hair at his groin. I was taken aback. It was an angry little
red erection, standing stiffly out from the rest of his pale, untanned, chunky
little body.
I shucked off my jeans and underwear and knelt down. My rigid cock slapped Ed
in the face, drawing his attention. He reared up to avoid the contact. I
pushed him back down into a kneeling position with the broom handle lodged up
his ass. I pushed him back until he groaned aloud. Grabbing the belt, I
looped it around his neck and then told him to suck me.
"No...no...no..." Ed moaned helplessly.
I tightened the belt around his neck, choking him.
"You get it done now, or I practice on your unconscious body, Eddie. What's it
going to be?"
Ed's face turned red first, then moved well into the purple before his mouth
finally opened. I immediately loosened the belt and waited for his color to
improve. When I judged he was getting back to normal, I inserted my penis into
his mouth.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not homosexual or even bisexual. Not that there's
anything wrong with that. This was a pure power trip at Ed's expense. And
that's exciting. And that's why my cock swelled while resting in Ed's mouth.
Why didn't Ed bite my cock off? That's like asking why a swimmer doesn't fight
a shark that has fatally bitten. It's far too late for heroics.
I instructed teacher Edwin Van Horn in the art of sucking my cock, and he took
to it like a cat to water. I had him holding me in his mouth while laving the
underside of my cock with his tongue. I had him gagging like a schoolgirl when
I made him deepthroat me. I had him practice exciting only the head of my
cock, and then ordered him to bestow a tongue bath on my balls. He was soon
compliant in every way. Until the lights of his wife's car coming up the
curving drive bathed us in a revealing light.
Mrs. Van Horn's car stopped short on seeing us. After a few seconds, the
headlights went out and she came scrambling out of the car and running into the
garage. She pressed the door button to lower the overheadgarage door.
"What are you doing? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!" she screamed over the sound
of the door. She looked shocked seeing her husband's face within a foot of my
wet cock, and the broom handle disappearing between his white hairy buttocks.
"Just getting warmed up for you, Mrs. Van Horn," I answered. "I should
probably just call you Cindy, now that we're all acquainted, eh?"
"This is...this is...", she sputtered.
"Take your clothes off", I ordered.
"Oh No", she cringed away from me, suddenly concerned about her own safety.
I looked at Ed's face, crimson with the shame or the effort. He was watching
her intently.
"Stay here Ed--I won't be a moment," I promised. Rising to my feet, I crossed
over to Cindy and grabbed her by the arms.
"Do you strip now Cindy or do I rip these nice clothes right off you? I
promise you won't like it if I do," I threatened.
"oh no", she whispered, tears forming in her eyes.
I spun her around and ripped the blouse right off her. Dragging her backwards
at the edge of her loss of balance, I seized a pair of cutters from the
workbench and cut the bra straps right off her back. Cindy screamed once. I
leaned into her ear and whispered that if she screamed again, it would be the
last time. Cindy let loose an unending stream of "no...no...no...". It was
intoxicating. I popped the buttons on the side of her skirt and hauled her
skirt down to her ankles. Her beige silk panties I ripped right off her. Her
hands flew to cover her private parts from me. I spun her around and hugged
her to me. Her eyes were wide with fright. She was on the edge of hysteria.
I looked over her shoulder at Edwin. He hadn't moved a muscle. He rested on
his elbows with the broom lodged up his ass watching us.
"Let me see what you've got for me, Cindy," I said, holding her at arms length
in front of me. Her breasts hung on her chest, magnificent handfuls. Quite a
rack for a small woman. Her aureoles were the rare large pancake, dusky pink
variety with large nipples. I never would have guessed that. Her belly was
soft and perfect; her hips graceful; her legs short and curvy. Another
surprise--her pussy was shaved. How decadent. How alluring. Teacher Cindy
Van Horn had a shaved monkey, hidden beneath the dignity of her school marm
clothes!
"Oh, that's a nice package, Mrs. Van Horn." Me and Ed can have fun with
that.."
I pulled her over to Ed.
"Ed tried to pull a fast one again, Cindy. I made him pay. He's paying right
now, wouldn't you say?"
She didn't answer. I went on.
"Tell me honestly. Do you think you can beat me?"
Cindy shook her head mutely, the tears falling silently down her pretty face.
"Can Ed beat me?"
Again a no.
"If you put your heads together--which I'm afraid you've already
done--collaborated against me, I mean--could the two of you beat me?"
She shook her head, staring at Ed at our feet.
"Would you agree that I hold all the cards--your dope, your money, your
future,?"
Cindy Van Horn nodded fervently.
"Do you believe that I'm unbalanced?
A somber religious nod.
"Be honest now, Mrs. Van Horn. Do you trust that eventually I'll tire of you
and leave you alone, just like I said I would?"
"will you?", she whispered.
"I will. This is only going to last a few months, until I'm satisfied with
you. Then I'm gone. You'll get your dope money and your dope back. You'll
get your life back. But if I see any further attempts made by either of you to
stop my game before it's through, I can't even imagine the lengths I'll go to
hang you. Do you understand?"
"Yes", she breathed, terrified by me.
To Eddie: "And do you understand Eddie?" He nodded his head quickly.
I swung back to Cindy Van Horn.
"Now you listen and you listen good. I'm just a bit tired of your bullshit. I
came here to fuck you. I ran into your dumb ass husband and he attacked me.
Again. See who won? Again? Now you get over there and you do what I say when
I say to do it. I'm not interested in your thoughts on the subject.
Understand?".
She nodded, galvanized by my anger.
I ordered Eddie to turn over onto his back. He groaned as he slowly turned
over. The broom handle fell out of his ass. After he lay heavily on his back
on the cool cement of the garage, I went to his legs and reinserted the broom.
At my encouragement, he slowly slid his body towards the wall, impaling himself
anew on the broom. I watched Cindy. Her face was impassive. Her right arm
attempted to cover the expanse of her heavy breasts; her left hand covered her
pussy. Her face was impassive, but I thought I saw a glint of disgust at her
husband's predicament. Eddie maintained his stubby erection throughout.
"You see Ed's cock Cindy?" She glanced at his groin, and witnessed his reaction
to the rough treatment. She looked at his face; Eddie closed his eyes. "Why
don't you help him Cindy? Get on all fours and climb over him. Put your ass
over his face." She hesitated only an instant, then did as she was told. She
was content to lower her pussy in the direction of his face, but loathe to
place her face anywhere near his jutting cock. I dropped back down to my knees
at Ed's head. I lowered my cock to Edwin's lips. At the contact his eyes
opened, unfocused. "Get me wet, Ed", I ordered. I grabbed the loose end of
the belt around his neck. I didn't have to tighten up. Ed's mouth popped open
and I pressed my cock down to luxuriate in the warmth of his mouth. My
erection swelled anew.
"I've been teaching your husband some new tricks Cindy. He's getting good at
giving me some skull. Practice is what it's all about. How about you practice
on Ed for a while? He's obviously excited. I want you to get him off with
your mouth. Go," I ordered.
Cindy gave a little sob in her throat. She leaned over Ed's groin and took him
into her mouth. She bobbed her face up and down over his cock. I bet that
felt good to him. I watched one of her tears fall onto his bruised thigh.
When I felt my cock had reposed long enough in Ed's bearded mouth, I removed
it. Cindy's heart shaped ass was right in line. I placed my hands on her
cheeks and spread them, exposing the small brown star of her asshole. Cindy
tensed when I placed my hands upon her. Her mouth slipped off Ed's member.
"No,no,no Cindy. We just talked about this. I don't want to hear you. You're
going to say you don't want a butt fucking aren't you? But I'm sure Ed didn't
want a beating and a broom up his ass, and I didn't want to be kneeling on a
cold garage floor. So let's all make the best of it. Get you mouth back on
him."
Cindy sobbed and placed her mouth back on Ed's penis, milking him. I lined up
my saliva-soaked penis with her inviting ass and pushed my cock at her. She
moaned in discomfort as the head of my cock fought against her defenses ,then
sank into her. I waited there for her to accommodate my girth. She stiffened
as though a poker was being shoved up her ass. I could tell she didn't like
this one bit. I could see Ed's face down beneath my legs. His eyes were open
now, watching me take his wife's ass. I forged ahead into her rectum, pulling
her ass back to accept me. She screamed into Ed's cock. I began stroking into
her. It seemed mighty uncomfortable to her to judge by her muffled yelps.
I sawed into her for at least five minutes, her dainty brown anus changing to a
swollen, reddened circle. It was heaven in there. She never once let up with
her cries as she finished Ed off. I felt him stiffen under us and Cindy's
mouth flew off his cock. He jetted his load onto his stomach, coating his
hairs with milky semen. Cindy studiously avoided it, spitting his initial jet
onto his stomach. I redoubled my efforts in her backside to the accompaniment
of her cries. As I came, I pulled out and shot my load down onto Eddie's neck
and chest. He tensed as though my semen was battery acid. My cock was browned
with a small curlicue of Cindy's shit clinging to the side of the shaft. It
had been nice up her back passage. Cindy's new red eye gaped forlornly at me,
seeking my sympathies. Her ass closed slowly as she fell off Ed onto her side
on the cold cement. She was all fucked out.
"Not yet, Cindy. You've still got to clean Ed off. It appears that I've
messed on him. And you should have swallowed when he started coming in your
mouth. Clean him. Go," I ordered her.
Cindy didn't move. I knew she had heard me. I slipped the belt off Ed's neck.
I gave her a few extra seconds to comply. When she didn't move, I stood up and
brought the belt crashing down on the top cheek of her ass. Cindy screamed. I
hit her again, striking both cheeks. Cindy scrambled back onto her knees,
burying her face in the come on Ed's stomach. Her lips pinched together and
sucked his skin clean, moving slowly around collecting the strands of his
semen. When she was fairly started, I relaxed. When she finished Ed's lower
portion, she moved up his body and sucked my spend off his chest hairs. I saw
a glob of my semen that had missed Ed on my initial volley. It lay glistening
on the cement. I pointed it out to Cindy; her tongue snaked out and rasped
against the concrete, licking my wad off the floor. She looked up hopefully
when she was through. Her ass bore two red bands where I had whipped her. I
beckoned her to rise. She stood up stiffly, hunched as though sh e had to
take a shit. I hugged her with one hand while snaking my penis over her lower
belly, cleaning myself on her skin. She watched mutely.
"Ed, you can take that broom out now," I said quietly. Ed slid up the floor,
the broom handle clattered to the floor, besmirched with his shit. He looked
totally exhausted. I held Cindy's nude body, one hand clasped around her waist
possessively, the other playing idly with a big dangling tit. I addressed my
comments to both of them.
"Well, that certainly was fun. I hadn't expected to use Cindy's ass tonight.
I'd say it went well. What do you guys have going this week-end?"
My question hung in the air, until Ed finally said, "we have a wedding
Saturday, and Cindy's parents are coming over Sunday for dinner."
"How about the next week-end?", I pressed. Surely knew better than to delay
me. "nothing", Cindy whispered.
"Then it's settled. I'm spending that week-end at your house. From Friday
night to Sunday. I think we'll have a good time, don't you?"
They didn't answer. It's possible they thought I was being facetious.
Finally, Ed said, "If it's not too big a deal, I'll need some of our money
back. I have to make the mortgage and car payments." Such odd words coming
from a naked man laying on his back in a garage.
"Can you do another dope deal?", I asked, curious.
"We're--I'm--out of that game, Ed amended. "It ended the first night you came
over".
"How much you need?"
"About eighteen hundred".
I pretended to think briefly. Their money meant nothing to me. "I'll leave the
money with our pretty, little schoolteacher in class tomorrow, okay?"
"I'd appreciate that," Ed said quietly, without the least hint of sarcasm.
Even Cindy relaxed visibly at my side. Her left hand rubbed idly at her ass
where I'd struck her. They must be driven by the need for money, I thought to
myself.
"Well, to avoid awkward pauses in our conversation, I'll take my leave now.
You guys must be tired. I hope we all have a better understanding of our
relationship such as it is for the time being. Remember, there is a light at
the end of the tunnel. Don't fuck with me, and I won't fuck with you too
much."
I dressed and left them in the garage. I left out the side door. I left them
to confront the realities about themselves that they had discovered that night.
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End of Teacher Passes the Test,Part 2 of 10, Mr. Teacher's Wild Ride
by Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF everything)
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In Part 3 of Teacher Passes the Test--He Sleeps on the Wet Spot -- our
anti-hero spends a week-end at the Van Horn's home putting the pretty
schoolteacher through her paces.
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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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