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Teacher Passes the Test,
Part 3 of 10,
Who Sleeps on the Wet Spot?
by Shakespeare_I._Aint
(m/MF everything)
Written by: Shakespeare_I._Aint
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The intervening nine days before I went to spend the week-end at the Van Horn's
were excruciatingly dull. Time and time again, I resolved to order them to
expect me that night. But for some reason I didn't. I also fantasized about
dragging my pretty little teacher into the janitor's lose fr a blowjob. I
didn't do that either. The only time I came close to her was when I gave her
eighteen hundred dollars of their money to pay some bills they had.
Cindy Van Horn gradually relaxed as the days between my last visit increased.
She still avoided looking directly at me when she taught class, but overall,
her cold, unfeeling teaching style returned. I don't think she really liked
children or teaching very much.
I spent most evenings on their property, looking into their windows. I was
there the Saturday night they returned from a wedding, both drunk and bickering
as they went inside the home. Ed ended up sleeping in the spare bedroom that
night. I stopped by on Sunday afternoon, peering in to catch a glimpse of
Cindy's parents, both nice looking older people. Cindy was a cookie-cutter
image of her mother, only 30 years younger. Cindy's Mom looked very bangable
even in her fifties. Edwin and Cindy's father watched PBS although there were
some good football games on. They chatted listlessly, neither very interested
in the other. After they left early in the evening, Edwin and Cindy broke back
out in an argument about something he had said to her father. The argument
finally tangentially referenced me and I could hear what they were saying from
my place outside the kitchen bay window.
Cindy was still for turning the tables on me to get their money back. She
harped angrily on the two beatings Edwin had received at my hands. She was
derisive on Ed's qualities as her protector because of me. Ed, for his part,
was decidedly against any further attempt to get at me. I could tell he didn't
believe he could handle me short of killing me, and he wasn't prepared to do
that. Cindy did want me dead, that much she made clear, spinning elaborate
plans and screaming at Ed because he had no stomach for them. She referred to
me as "that fucking orphan" yelling that I had raped her twice while Ed did
nothing. She finally broke down crying. Ed slept alone that night too.
As the weekdays slowly passed, I became more and more excited about spending
the week-end at their beautiful ranch home. I also became hypercautious
regarding Cindy's attitude. It seemed highly possible that she had talked
Edwin into something involving me. I scouted the home Thursday night and
caught the argument in progress. Cindy was highly emotional approached and she
was trying to persuade Edwin to let her give me an excuse as to why I couldn't
spend the week-end. She wanted to call in for a funeral day Friday and have
Edwin take her out of town for the week-end. They would tell me that his aunt
in upstate New York had died. Edwin was non-committal. He told her he didn't
think I would accept that--that I would demand to see a death notice in that
town's paper. He told her simply that it wouldn't work, and even if it did,
I'd make her do something nasty when she got back. He added that he didn't
want her to have to "do him" in the school because if we were caught, the who
le truth would come out. He tried to reassure her that he would do everything
in his power to ensure that she wasn't hurt. She didn't want to hear it. Ed's
streak of sleeping alone continued.
In class on Friday, after the bell rang, I really expected to hear Mrs. Van
Horn call for me to stay a moment. I watched her intently. Her face turned
toward me. Seeing me stare at her, she flushed angrily and stalked out of her
own class.
After I helped Mrs. McGwire with the dinner dishes, I informed them that I was
staying with a friend over the week-end to work on a project for the Science
Bonanza. I added that I would stop by during the week-end to make sure
everything was fine around the house. She was more than glad to let me go,
especially since I would come back and help her with the chores around the
home.
At eight in the evening, after stopping by the bus station locker, I sat
outside the window of the Van Horn's home trying to ensure that they didn't
have anything special planned to ruin my week-end, such as killing me. They
were at each other's throats, hurling insults and abuse at each other. They
were sorely divided and should be easy to conquer. I shouldered my backpack
and rang the bell. The shouting ceased and I could hear a door slam. Ed
answered the door.
"Come in," he said dully.
I followed him in. Cindy was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Cindy", I asked curiously.
"She locked herself in our bedroom when you rang the bell"
"Locked?" I pressed.
"The key is above the door molding. Even if it wasn't, it's one of those locks
you can open with a nail", Ed seemed irritated at his wife.
"Okay, Ed, here's a list of stuff I need for the weekend. Here's some money I
took out of your stash. Go get this stuff and come back. Understand?"
Ed looked at the list I gave him. He accepted the money silently and headed
out the back door. When I saw his car leave, I ducked out of doors and
approached the bedroom window. Through the sheers, I could see Cindy laying on
the bed watching some stupid gameshow. She had pushed a chair against the
door. She looked stiff with fear lying there in gym shorts and an Ohio State
tee-shirt. I came back in and locked the doors.
I knocked on the bedroom door. "Teacher?"
"Go away, you bastard", she moaned in fear and loathing.
"Let me in, Cindy", I pressed.
"No...NO!" Cindy was crying now.
I felt around for the key above the door. It was there.
"Last chance, Van Horn," I warned.
"Where's Edwin? I want Edwin", she cried.
I pushed the key in and felt the lock knob push out. The door was unlocked.
I pushed through quickly, tumbling the chair away from the door violently for
effect. I gave her my best Nicholson, "HERE'S JOHNNIEEEEE..." imitation.
When my eyes lit upon her, she jumped to her feet, trying to run by me out the
bedroom door. I snagged the back of her pants at the waist and hurled her back
onto the bed. She screamed in fright, fighting me. I knelt on her arms and
slapped her twice. Hard. I told her to shut up. She stopped screaming,
sobbing loudly now. I relaxed. "Undress," I ordered, moving off her. She
held her burning face in her hands for a moment, then arose and tugged her
shorts and panties off. She pulled her shirt over her head mechanically. No
bra. Wonderful titties, big with huge nipples. I doffed my clothes and
motioned her onto the bed. I told her Ed had run out to pick up a few things,
but that he told me to get started. She looked like a lost soul. I mauled her
tits, sucking and kneading them, hefting and weighing them. She lay with her
eyes closed, unresponsive to my clumsy self-indulgence. My cock soared. These
tits were everything a man could hope for. I played with them for twen ty
minutes, tweaking and pinching the nipples to get a rise out of her. She never
responded except for a few grunts of pain. I finally tore myself away and
rummaged through their drawers. I noted Cindy watching me closely from almost
closed eyelids. I located her beige plastic vibrator and some motion lotion.
Cheap stuff from some Spencer's Gift store somewhere. I was glad I sent Ed out
for some good stuff. I anointed my jutting cock and approached Cindy. I
pulled the covers off and motioned her under. I mounted her, moving my cock
between her unwilling legs. My cock slid into her pussy easily. I reveled in
her warmth. I had finally made it. I had finally entered my pretty, little
schoolteacher's shaved pussy. I drove into her repeatedly, her eyes shut and
grunting acceptance of my thrusts into her. I tipped her cervix a couple of
times, much to her discomfort. Just as I came, I pulled out and shot across
her stomach onto the clean linen sheets. She looked slightly disgusted, even
more so when I wouldn't allow her to wipe herself or the sheets off. I rolled
off and headed to the basement. I located Ed's stash and brought the dope and
a pipe back upstairs. I poured some wine for both of us and ambled back to the
bedroom. My little teacher slut was just as I'd left her. I sparked up the
weed and handed it to her. She accepted it grudgingly, as if she didn't want
to smoke a peace pipe with me. Truth be told, I was getting irritated by her
body language. It was totally rejectful. She had been warned about that. I
hoped she didn't anger me into a nice little beating.
We relaxed, smoking silently and watching the next stupid gameshow. More
correctly, I should say that I relaxed. My little schoolteacher refused to
look at me. She was tense as she smoked and sipped her wine. I could tell
that my mess on her marriage bed really bugged her.
Edwin got home a little while later. I slipped into my pants and padded out
into the dark family room, waiting. He came in through the backdoor, his hands
full of bags. He set his keys on the table and hurried to the bedroom. I
followed him quietly. Upon finding that I was not in the bedroom, he turned
and saw me standing behind him. He relaxed visibly, seeing that I wasn't going
to attack him.
"Did you get all the stuff?" I asked, easily.
"Yes, it's all there", he answered simply, waiting for me.
"Take your clothes off and get in there," I ordered.
Edwin Van Horn took off his clothes, folding them neatly before placing them on
his dresser. I told him to sit on the bed. He avoided the wet spots my cum
had made.
"Cindy, give Ed a blowjob to get his week-end started right," I ordered. Cindy
had a nice buzz going, she had been lost in the television show, ignoring her
husband and myself. She looked distastefully over at him, standing naked at
the side of the bed, then slowly crawled down to a position between his legs
and took his stubby member in her mouth. Edwin looked over her naked body at
me sitting in the armchair in the corner. He looked almost grateful. I sipped
my wine and concentrated on Cindy's lovely ass presented to my view. It was
arousing seeing my little schoolteacher blowing her husband. When he started
to stiffen and hump forward into her face, I instructed him to blow his load of
the sheets. Cindy's mouth popped off his cock. Ed stood up, turned around and
blew his load on the fitted sheet, adding his come to mine.
Cindy reached over and took a large gulp of her wine to wash her mouth out.
"Clean him, Cindy." I said quietly.
She glanced at me with a look of pure evil, then swung her head back to Edwin's
penis. She sucked on it, gagging a bit, then spit it out clean. she finished
her wine, gargling pointedly while looking at me angrily. I had Ed pour her
another. I had him spark a second bowl, then a third. I didn't partake. I
didn't want to lose my edge.
Man, they could smoke. A pipe full of ganga didn't last long around these two.
I could see Cindy floating away from us, off in her own little world where
nobody made the little princess do anything she didn't want to do. Edwin was
silent and contemplative. It was time to fuck with the School Teacher
Princess. Cindy sat demurely on the edge of the bed, her jugs hanging down
magnificently. She was entranced by the television.
I eased out of my chair, my buzz cool and mellow. I went into the living room
and retrieved my knapsack. I opened it in their presence; Cindy ignoring me;
Edwin showed a healthy dose of interest. I removed the tape of their
lovemaking and popped it into the VCR. The screen went black, then popped into
focus. Edwin and Cynthia Van Horn, amateur porno actors. Cindy sat bolt
upright in shock!
"NO!! NO!", she squealed. That's personal!! You can't watch that!"
She rose immediately and went to the VCR. She popped the tape out and turned
to survey my reaction. I stared at her, my face betraying nothing. Oh, but
she was furious!
"That tape is between me and my husband. You have no right to watch what we
did before you FUCKED UP OUR LIVES! You told me you erased that tape," she
hissed at Edwin. He looked away guiltily.
"Put the tape back in", I said warningly.
"No. You do what you want--you do anyway--but that's too much. You can RAPE
me--but you can't take my dignity. You're not going to embarrass me in my own
home. I WON'T STAND FOR IT!!"
I stood up and went to her armoire. I pulled out two pair of nylons. Turning
to Edwin sitting on the floor, I ordered him to stand. He did so slowly, and I
could tell he was weirded out.
"Eddie, I need you to grab her arms. I've got to tie her to the bed."
Edwin stood uncertainly.
"Eddie, if you don't do as I say, you'll take her beating."
That got his attention. Many of his bruises were still visible; even his nose
was still swollen from the first night. He looked apologetically at his wife.
She stared at him in horror.
"NO EDWIN!! Don't you DARE!!", she screamed at him. He advanced on her and
pulled her onto the bed.
"On her stomach," I ordered. He flipped her bodily. Cindy was flailing wildly
at him, trying to bite and scratch him. I pulled one of her arms free and held
it until I could knot it to the headboard. With only one arm to fight with,
Cindy was done. I secured her other arm easily. Cindy twisted and sobbed in
humiliation. I tied her feet apart. Cindy was spread-eagled on her stomach.
I kept a close eye on Ed, watching him for any signs of rebellion. He just
waited patiently.
I returned to my chair, rustling through the shopping bags Ed had brought. I
removed a short red plastic cat o' nine tails. It was basically a liquorice
whip. Wouldn't break anyone's skin with this thing. Which was good, because I
wasn't out to damage anyone intentionally. I tossed it to Ed, who avoided
catching it, slipping away as though I had tossed a live cat at him. Cindy
twisted her head, trying to see what was going on behind her. I signaled for
Ed to pick up the whip. Now he had a weapon in his hands. Not a great weapon,
unless he was to strike me in the face. We stared at each other. Finally, I
gestured for him to step up to the side of the bed. I addressed my comments to
both of them.
"You know what the difference between you and Edwin is, Cindy? It's that you
keep trying to dominate. Like you dominate your relationship. Your only
problem is that I don't care what you want. I thought I made that clear
several times. Apparently you weren't listening. Edwin here is different.
He's looking long-term. He wants his money and his dope back. He knows that
letting me do WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT is the only safe course of action. He
has the bruises to prove it. Ed learned his lesson well. You on the other
hand, have to go to the principal's office for some remedial education.
Corporal punishment is what's called for in this situation. Edwin's going to
whip you until I think you've finally learned your lesson."
Cindy craned her head from my side of the bed to Edwin, who was standing
sheepishly on the other side. She snarled at him like a wildcat.
"Edwin Van Horn, don't you dare. DON'T YOU DARE!"
"Honey, I don't have any choice," he implored her.
"NO!! NO!!", she screamed.
"Let's just get through this. Let's just get through this," he repeated
weakly.
"NO!", she looked back over her shoulder at me, frantically. "Listen. I'll
do what you want!! We'll watch the tape!! Just let me go and we'll watch the
tape. I'll give you a blowjob!!"
"Sorry, Mrs. Van Horn. You made your play and you lost. A whipping is called
for. You've got nothing you can give me that I couldn't just take. Sorry".
I gave her my best evil grin. My cock was erect just at the thought of her
whipping.
"There is one thing I need though. I need you to allow me to put your panties
in your mouth. Kind of a gag. You're pretty loud when you're upset, and I
can't have the neighbors calling."
"No." Cindy seemed intent on being a spoiled little schoolteacher to the
bitter end.
"Well, then consider the first twenty strokes as an incentive then." I grabbed
a pillow from the bed and addressed Edwin, who looked as though he could throw
up.
"Ed, I need twenty strokes on my teacher's ass. Hard ones, Eddie. Don't let
me down. God, I love her. Understand? Go."
I pressed the pillow down on Cindy's head, watching Edwin intently for any sign
of treachery. He raised his arm halfheartedly and brought the whip down
lightly on Cindy's buttocks. The red strands practically bounced off her satin
skin, such was the low level of force used by Edwin. Cindy didn't even murmur
under the pillow.
"Edwin? Edwin? Do you need me to show you how to use that thing? I'll use it
on you. After one minute, you'll know what the fuck I'm talking about. You
get one more chance Eddie, then I'm taking over the class. Now go."
Edwin paled at my threat. He had tears in his eyes. Whipping his wife was
unnatural for him, I'll admit, but damn, she was a first class cunt. He feared
me more though. I had reduced him to a fetal position twice. His arm raised to
his shoulder and he brought the whip down hard on his wife's ass. It was a
good strike. Cindy stiffened and screamed. I was glad I had the pillow over
her head. She fought against her restraints, twisting wildly to get free. I
nodded to Edwin to continue. He brought the whip down again on her rigid ass
cheeks. Again. Again. Cindy was screaming incoherently under the pillow.
Her ass showed signs of reddening after the sixth stroke. After the fifteenth
strike, her body relaxed. The last five strokes fell on soft, jiggling ass
meat. I lifted the pillow off her head. Cindy was crying quietly. "Open up",
I commanded. Her mouth opened and I shoved her panties in her mouth. I tied
another hose around her head to secure the victory.
I glanced at Edwin, who stood puffing with exertion. He had a hard-on peeking
out of his hairy patch. I sensed that he had gotten over his aversion to
whipping his wife. Her ass was nice and pink. I gave him a moment to rest.
"Okay, Mrs. Van Horn, now we can proceed with your whipping. Now that you've
made an affirmative decision to comply. Edwin here is going to give you thirty
more. The last ten will be great ones."
Cindy's eyes went wide when she heard her punishment. I guess she thought I
would relent or something. Her face swiveled back to Edwin's position. She
begged him with her eyes. And her low sobbing moans. She saw his stiffened
penis, she slowly looked back up into his eyes. Edwin looked away, guiltily.
"Thirty more Eddie, then we're done. Twenty from the shoulder. The last ten I
want your arm above you head. Understand?" He nodded, never looking at me.
"Go."
Edwin resumed whipping his schoolteacher wife. Her ass was placid now, no
longer tensed in anticipation. She was beyond resistance, and I was happy.
After twenty, Ed brought his arm high and slashed downward. That got a rise
out of Mrs. Van Horn. Her back arched, and she cried out behind the gag. The
last nine landed hard on her poor red ass. Edwin dropped the whip on the bed
and stood panting heavily now, sweat dripping off his body. His panting and
her sobs the only sound in the room. I motioned Edwin over to my seat across
the room and bent low to Cindy's head. I removed her gag, her choking sobs
music to my ears.
"It's over Cindy. You passed the Test. Now, when I tell you to do something,
I hope you will do the smart thing. Edwin is going to make it feel better."
I ordered Edwin to lick his wife's sore ass. He clambered onto the bed and
started kissing and licking her backside. He ground his penis into the bed as
he worked. Not bad work if you can get it. I retreated to my wine and my
shopping bags. I pulled out a nice dildo, big and powerful. I opened the
package and slipped the batteries into the monster. It was a deluxe model to
replace the cheap beige hard plastic one they owned. It thrummed with an
unholy power. I placed it against my cockhead. Felt nice.
"Cindy on the Pill Ed?", I queried.
Ed paused his ministrations. "She's on the Pill. We decided not to have
children." I doubt Ed decided anything in that household.
"Okay. Just thought I'd ask. I already came in her once tonight."
"Oh..." Ed's oh was noncommittal.
"Ed, you're hard. Why don't you climb on?", I suggested.
"If you want me to," he said dubiously, not wanting to add his insult to her
injury, I thought.
"Climb aboard." I ordered grandly. Ed moved up, supporting his weight on his
arms. He aimed his penis at the spread of her legs and inserted himself into
her pussy. She grunted at the intrusion or his groin pressing against her sore
ass. Ed thrust himself in rhythm, his ass flexing to my view. "I'm coming,"
he announced within a minute. Whipping her had been good for him, I guessed.
"Pull out and shoot on the sheets," I commanded. Ed withdrew and spilled his
seed on the bed. He grunted and groaned. An impressive second load, I
observed. "Nice shot," I congratulated him. His mouth opened and he almost
said thanks, before catching himself.
We untied Cindy, who rubbed her wrists almost accusingly. She sat Indian style
on a clean piece of the bed, a pillow in her lap to hide her assets from my
view. We drank wine and smoked dope until midnight. Then I gave an exaggerated
yawn, grabbed the sex gear, and stood up.
"Here's the sleeping arrangements. Ed, you sleep here. Me and Cindy sleep in
the guest room. Ed, you got to take a piss before we leave?" Edwin looked at
Cindy and quickly shook his head. He evidently thought we'd be pissing on
Cindy.
"I'm going to put something against the door to make sure you stay in your room
tonight Ed. So if you have to piss, now is the time." Ed declined.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Cindy stated flatly.
"So, piss on the bed," I returned.
"Don't tempt me."
"Who's tempting you? Go ahead," I challenged.
Cindy knew her husband would be sleeping on that bed, and I imagine she was
more than a little upset at him whipping her. She stood up, moved to the
center of the bed and squatted a bit. Within a few seconds, a dribble of pale
urine leaked out of her widespread legs. Then the whistling deluge onto the
bed. She bounced off when she had finished, rubbing the pillow between her
damp thighs and tossing it back on the bed. I was impressed; Edwin was aghast
at the prospect of sleeping on that bed. I took a wire hanger out of the
closet when we left, as well as the shopping bags and the videotape. I said my
goodnights to Edwin, who stood silently contemplating his urine and semen
soaked bed.
After closing the bedroom door I unwrapped the wire hanger and leaned it
precariously against the door. Any attempt to leave via the door, and I would
hear it. I grabbed the cane from the umbrella stand in the foyer and brought
it into the guest room with me. Cindy sat uncomfortably on the bed watching
glumly. "Get undercovers," I ordered. She scampered, glad to bury her
nakedness under something. I stuck the videotape in the VCR and turned the
television on. This time, Cindy offered no resistance. I slid in next to my
reluctant schoolteacher and cuddled with her back pressed to my groin. I
fondled her topmost tit, pulling and pinching the nipple to my heart's content.
She stared at the video she had made with Edwin in better times. On the
screen, they were locked in a sixty-nine. It went on for minutes. Amateur
stuff. I reached behind me to the nightstand and brought out the vibrator. I
placed it between Cindy's legs and ordered her to bring herself off. I oiled
my coc k and nestled it between her legs. I lay spooned to her listening to
the buzz of the large vibrator on her clit. We lay there for some minutes,
until I felt her vagina weakly clasp and release me.
My beloved schoolteacher had orgasmed with her hated student inside her. I
stroked into her precious quim, until I shot my load inside her. She struggled
to rise; I held her down until she gave up. Within a few minutes she fell
asleep with my cock softening inside her. I switched the vibrator off. The
homemade videotape droned on endlessly. I drifted off to sleep the sleep of
the dominant, my detested seed dripping off her sugar walls.
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Chapter Two: I hate piss hard-ons...
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I woke up at 8:30 a.m. I listened to the sounds of the home. Outside, the
birds were chirping and light slanted in through the mini-blinds, dappling the
sheets we lay under. The house was quiet. Cindy lay in my arms, all fucked
out. My penis had slipped out of her during the night. The television was
still on. I could hear Edwin snoring through the walls. How to break up such
a peaceful tableau? How to get the day started right? I stealthily anointed
my penis with the water-based Astro-Glide. Not totally erect, I advanced into
my pretty teacher's pussy, spooned against my groin. She moaned in her sleep.
My entry was smooth, without resistance. Firmly implanted in Cindy, I let
myself go limp inside her. When I was ready, I started.
Cindy shook awake as my hot urine flooded her vagina. She gave a little
shriek, and tried to pull violently away. My urine cascaded out of her,
drenching the potential space between our coupling, soaking my thighs and groin
and Cindy's beautiful white ass. I held her against me as I drained myself
within her. She stopped fighting and lay there; I could feel the sobs in her
chest. I squirted my remaining urine into her to clear my plumbing. Piss
hard-ons are a bitch. It was entirely erotic, and my penis lengthened inside
her. I pushed her onto her stomach and rode her wet ass, pushing her groin
into the puddle of piss soaking the mattress. I pulled out and shot my load
onto her ass cheeks, rubbing the underside of my cock on those glorious
specimens, already returned to alabaster white from the pink pain of last
night's whipping. Cindy lay docilely under me, crying softly. I rolled off
and stood up.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead", I said gaily. "Time to greet the new day." I
heard Edwin's bedroom doorknob rattle, and I stiffened.
"Can I come out?", Ed asked.
I relaxed. Ed was going along with the program. "C'mon out. Grab some money
and get us some breakfast. Cindy's going to start the housework."
After Ed left, I addressed Cindy, who lay face down as I'd left her when I
climbed off her cushiony ass.
"Get going. You've got some sheets and mattresses to clean, if you don't want
them permanently stained. You won't need your clothes. I prefer to see those
big titties bouncing around while you work."
Cindy didn't move.
"Fuck this. I'll go get the whip," I decided aloud.
"NO! I'm up!! I'm up!" I admired the swing of those large-nippled mammaries
as she bounded off the bed.
"Can I go to the bathroom and take a shower first?", Cindy asked humbly,
avoiding eye contact.
"No, you can't. You can take a piss if you want, but no shower until your work
is started."
After her unsupervised urination, Cindy stripped the beds and mattresses and
brought the bed things to their first floor laundry room. I took that
opportunity to head into the basement. I located the gun I had disabled. The
barrel was still stuffed with marijuana, but I felt better as I dismantled it,
and took the barrel with me. Other than that, I just wandered around, admiring
Cindy's nakedness as she worked.
By the time, Ed returned with breakfast, I had drawn up a simple schematic and
list of materials for a wooden crucifix I wanted built. After impressing Ed
with the need to acquire and assemble these materials, I addressed them both.
"I'm heading home for awhile. I'll be back for dinner at eight. We'll have
steaks and a nice garden salad. (We didn't eat very high on the hog at my
foster home) A case of beer in bottles and some more of Ed's cannabis will do
nicely. I don't want any bullshit while I'm gone. Understood?" Ed gave a
distracted nod. I believe my plans for the wooden crucifix had tickled his
curiosity. Cindy nodded glumly, although her face lit up the closer I got to
her front door.
Stepping out into a beautiful Indian Summer day, I made my way home, to take my
own shower, and help my benefactors, the McGwires, with the laundry of nine
other misfits like myself. I whistled. What a nice way to start the morning.
Up the pussy of my puppy love, Cynthia Van Horn.
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Chapter Three: Where I share a beer with the one I love.
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I slipped back onto the premises at seven, spending the next sixty minutes
surveilling the home. Call me paranoid, but that's the way I am. My case
files label me alternately "cautious" and "careless". So maybe I am paranoid.
I just like to know what's going on before I head into some guy's home to
molest his wife, that's all. My sixty minutes detected no plots being hatched
against me. The steaks hit the grill under Ed's supervision, while Cindy, now
attired in blue jeans and a sweatshirt, tossed a salad. She seemed depressed
about something. I couldn't imagine what.
I rang the bell and was admitted by Edwin. He reported quietly, and somewhat
proudly, that he had finished the crucifix I had assigned him. I assured him I
would take a look at it after dinner.
We sat down to dinner. The steaks are salad were very good. Ed and I talked
at length about his marijuana dealing. He gave me the pricing structure, the
delivery mechanisms and most importantly, the ethics, or more correctly, the
lack of ethics in the game. When I asked why he hadn't had some drug czar
whack me off early in the game, he told me plainly that it didn't work that
way. His contacts were purely acquaintances--he didn't know much about them
and they didn't know much about him. If they suspected that he was in a bind,
then they would avoid him like the plague. Time on his hands after his alleged
slip and fall at the school had led him to take a marijuana smoking pastime
into a full-fledged buying and reselling. Edwin bought in pounds and resold in
one to two pound deals, making a nice profit for his efforts.
Cindy Van Horn toyed with her food, making no effort to join in our
conversation. She looked every bit the prim, little suburbanite yuppie, dual
income/no kids, nose stuck in the air, schoolteacher bitch that had first
attracted my curiosity. And I loved her for it.
After dinner, I grabbed six beers and followed Edwin down into the basement.
He had inadvertently started the dinner dishes when I suggested strongly that
Cindy had some free time to use for that particular chore. Edwin was
uncomfortable--apparently he did the dishes in the household--but I prevailed
upon him to show me the result of his handiwork in the basement. Cindy
glowered at him. When she caught me staring at her, her features melted into a
stone cold poker face. I had successfully divided and conquered this pair.
As Edwin led me to the partitioned basement, he became noticeably more
masculine and friendly. He was heading to his sanctuary, away from the demands
of his younger wife. I was expecting that he had hammered and glued a few
pieces of wood together. I was wrong. He had created a masterpiece.
He had taken a sheet of plywood and some two by fours and fashioned a crucifix.
It stood bolted into the cinderblock wall, painted black, and padded with
carpet scraps. Eyebolts at the ends, with straps affixed, ready to go.
Seamless and smooth. He then showed me a small typing table he had gotten at a
school auction. He had painted and padded the table, and affixed eyebolts and
straps to this also. He pointed out the floor drain nearby and mentioned
quietly that he had resealed the floor tiles that afternoon. I congratulated
him effusively. A veritable little torture room where none had existed before.
We sucked down our beers and began to talk. I asked Ed why he had done such a
good job building this stuff.
At first he tried to explain it away as simple pride in a job done right. He
hemmed and hawed and stammered under my persistent questioning, unable to
provide an adequate answer. Finally, exasperated, he fairly snuck to the
workroom door, closing it silently. Returning to his chair and opening his
third beer, he beat around the bush some more. He abruptly launched haltingly
into the Edwin Van Horn philosophy, as amended by my violent intrusion into his
life.
Ed looked searchingly into my face as he poured out his anguish and his venom,
much of it directed at his demure, little wife. I gave him the empathy needed
for such painful disclosures, and he gradually gave me exactly what I wanted to
know. He rambled for two hours.
Edwin Van Horn had been a 32 year old bachelor teacher when 23 year old Cindy
arrived at the school, fresh out of college and ready for the world to beat a
path to her door. He had wooed her, charmed her with his experience and
'savoir faire' (he's everywhere!). Within a year, they were engaged; within
two years they were married. Ed was pleased with the hot young schoolteacher
he had won. But things changed so subtly over the next five years that he
hadn't even realized what was going on until I broke his nose. It woke him up
to some bitter realizations about what his life had become.
Cindy had effectually emasculated him. I guess when you're not the most manly
man to walk down the pike, you have certain fears about holding on to your
prize possession. Cindy was his sole treasure, and she used that very much to
her advantage. From doing the large majority of the housework, to paying for
unexpected impulse purchases, to worrying about her late evenings out with her
"friends", Edwin gradually came to accept that his treasure was very high
maintenance in terms of his time, money, and self-esteem. Stamping her dainty
foot imperiously, and cutting him off from sex, Cindy gradually came to rule
supreme. I suspected that Edwin had suffered greatly from realizing that I
hadn't taken his manhood. He had lost his manhood gradually years ago, and I
had just proven it to him violently. I headed upstairs for more beer. Cindy
was watching Masterpiece Theater on PBS, and sipping from a delicately fluted
crystal wine glass. She stared at me as I walked through. It was ir ritating,
her constant challenges. Hadn't she learned anything last night?
"Wipe that fucking smirk off your face, or I'll piss it off you," I advanced
one step in her direction. She scrambled to her feet in fear, sloshing her
wine onto her sweatshirt, and breaking out in tears, when she realized I had
been faking. I stalked away like a lion.
In the basement, Edwin finished his confession. He had thought the lawsuit
would provide the monetary cushion he needed to pay for Cindy's extravagance.
He soon realized that workmen's compensation didn't pay his full salary. His
pleas for fiscal restraint fell on deaf ears, and soon he was more or less
forced to resell marijuana to keep up the lifestyle she had become accustomed
to. He began to realize that no amount of money would ever be enough to keep
her in love with him. When I robbed them, and beat him bloody, he knew his
denials were through. He admitted to me that he wasn't a big, strong guy and
moreover he was old and far out of shape. His biggest fear had been
confronting me, and he had not been surprised when I beat him easily. He had
been driven to distraction the time he followed me, admitting that he didn't
even realize that intercepting a fake letter to the police didn't give him
anything over me--I still had his dope and his money and the ability to put
them in prison. He was that distraught by Cindy's insistence that a real man
would get even.
Ed finished by emptying his beer and pissing in the downstairs bathroom. As he
pissed he told me he was tired of keeping up appearances. Tired of trying to
be a Man. I asked him what that meant. Ed told me I didn't have to worry
about him trying to fuck me up. Said I could do what I wanted with him and
Cindy. That it didn't matter anymore. He figured when this was done, Cindy
would divorce him anyway, and that wasn't as frightening a proposition as it
once was. Let some other guy shoulder that burden for a few years, he said.
I came closer to empathy that night than any of my psychologists would believe.
"Let's go up and fuck with Cindy," I suggested. Ed followed me, a gloomy old
Eeyore.
As I headed upstairs, I cast a last glance around me. The basement furniture
was better than the stuff we had at our house. Better than the stuff you see
in good furniture stores. Actually, the whole fucking house was out of a
magazine. That chick had impeccable taste.
In the family room, I took up a stance in front of my pretty little schoolmarm
as she watched television. It was 11:30 p.m.
"It's Saturday night, Mrs. Van Horn. Let's party."
"What do you want now?" she asked in a quavering whisper; her lower lip
trembling. Good signs indeed.
"Ed, get naked. Cindy, get naked. Ed, you get on the table. Cindy, you get
some small sewing scissors. Do you sew?"
She shook her head dubiously.
"Got any small scissors anyway?"
She nodded.
"Good. Ed, get up on the kitchen room table. Don't be shy. Cindy has got to
cut your hairy bush, so your cock looks more impressive. Beerwhore, more beers
for the men, and get yourself another glass of wine. A loaf of Ed, a glass of
wine and your sweet ass; that's all I need."
She winced at being called a beerwhore. Or maybe from the Shakespeare or
whoever the fuck said that.
My teacher returned with a pair of small scissors. She brought cold beers to
the table and poured a fresh glass of wine. Shucking her jeans down her hips,
she kicked them off and left them lying on the kitchen carpet. Tossing her
sweatshirt over her head, she revealed a huge old-fashioned cotton bra.
Something you would have seen in the fifties. She unfastened the contraption
allowing those big teats to hang. Always impressive with the dusky pink
pancake nipples. Very surprising on such a small frame. She tossed the
brassiere to the floor uncaringly and peeled off her white rayon panties. My
pretty little slob.
Ed lay on his back on the solid oak table, his hairy pubis presented at the end
of the table for our inspection. He was nervous, his spine meeting the table
at top and bottom. My teacher sat down. Her face showing she would rather
drive the scissors into his abdomen than anything else. She raised a patch of
his pubic hair with her fingers and hacked it off. "Gently," I remonstrated.
Her next snip was gentle. Ed's bush was slowly deforested, allowing his
flaccid penis to seem larger than it was.
"Hold your cock out of the way, Ed, so Cindy can do the detail work".
Cindy worked steadily, trimming his pubis, cock and balls. After ten minutes,
it looked far better. I had Cindy touch up the inside of his thighs, then
ordered Ed to pick up his heavy legs, exposing his anus for her attention. She
cut his hair down there too, careful not to let her fingers touch his anus, and
obvious in her attempts to cut carefully with her head a good two feet away
from his red pucker at all times. I noted that for future use. When she
finished, a small pile of Ed's pubic hair had accumulated on the table. Ed got
off the table gingerly. Back on his feet, he inspected himself and I could
swear he had a small smile on his face. It really did look better.
"Up on the table, Cindy, same position"
Cindy moved slowly onto the table, resting on her back. Pussy presented to our
view. I sat down in the chair with her genitalia staring me in the face.
Shaved beaver, delicate pink rose anus. Not a hair to be seen. I leaned in
and smelled her musk. Delightful.
"Peel a carrot and stem a couple strawberries, Ed"
He went to fetch them. I did a long slow tongue lick up from her ass to the
clitoris. She jumped involuntarily when my tongue nudged her clit.
Ed brought the carrot and a handful of strawberries to the table. I sat him
down at the head of the table away from me. I leaned in and began to eat my
unwilling teacher's little pussy. It was good and flavorful. She arched
involuntarily each time my tongue played on her clitoris. I gave her long wide
licks, not invading her hole yet. My tongue rasped against the invisible
stubble on her groin. She became moist, in spite of herself. Then I filled
her cavity with my tongue. She gave a small moan. This was working well. I
fucked my tongue into her for a few minutes, then gave myself a break. Sitting
back, my face besmirched with her pussy juices.
"Bring me the new vibrator, Ed."
Ed brought it to me and I twisted it on. I laid the tip against Cindy's hooded
clit. Her response was electric.
"Take it."
Cindy's hand floated down and removed the vibrator from my hand, holding it
against herself.
I nuzzled the carrot against her pussy, opening a passage into her.
"It's cold", she complained.
"Then warm it up," I answered.
The carrot made it's entrance smoothly into her pussy. Not a large carrot by
any means. I slid it into her gently. It rode her lubrication and my saliva
into her and poked to a stop. Thus began Cindy's carrot ride. I slowly fucked
her with the carrot until I sensed she was closing in on an orgasm. I pulled
it out, glistening in her juices. I stood and backed away from my chair.
"Come around and put those strawberries in, Ed. Then eat them out of her."
Ed scrambled out of his chair. He had a raging hard-on. So did I for that
matter. Cindy's smell had sent signals to my brain, which sent my life's blood
to my cock. Ed pushed three cold strawberries into his wife's pussy. They
disappeared without a trace. Then Ed buried his bearded face into her maw,
seeking to locate and devour them.
I brought the carrot to Cindy's face. She saw it coming and closed her eyes.
I used my right hand to cup her left breast. "Take a bite, Cindy," I urged.
"I don't want to. It's been in me," she whined.
I squeezed her breast slowly. "But I want you to."
Her face showed indecision until my increasing pressure on her titty decided
her. Her mouth opened and I fed the tip of the carrot to her.
"Bite." She bit off the first inch. "Chew and swallow." She chewed slowly
and swallowed, which isn't easy when you're flat on your back. The vibrator
never left her mound. Ed was making obscene slurping sounds between her legs
in his search for the missing fruit.
"More."
She opened her mouth again and I fed her the slimed carrot. Little by little,
under my direction, she chewed and devoured the carrot. When only a few inches
remained, she stiffened and thrust her hips up into Ed's face. Cindy was
coming. I watched her nipples stiffen into turgid erasers. For about fifteen
seconds, she tensed in the throes of orgasm before relaxing and plying the
vibrator intermittently on her clitoris. Fascinating.
Ed pulled back, panting.
"Did you get them?" He nodded, not meeting my eyes.
"Tell me Ed. Can Cindy come more than once a night?"
He nodded. Cindy listened tensely, her eyes still locked shut. She turned off
the vibrator.
"Good. She'll have another chance. Is she pretty wet down there?" He nodded
again, afraid to speak.
"Off the table, Cindy. Down on all fours in the family room. Ed, you get her
face. I get her pussy. Let's go."
Cindy pulled herself resignedly off the table and walked over to the middle of
the family room. She got on her hands and knees. A little blonde doggie.
I took off my clothes and walked down into the family room. Cindy's immaculate
heart-shaped ass almost moved me to tears. Edwin knelt down in front of his
pretty wife, his cock turgid. I knelt down.
"Okay, Cindy, you know the drill. Ed comes in your mouth. You swallow. His
cock comes out clean." I'll play around back here."
Ed planted his penis inside his pretty wife's mouth. He stroked gently into
her. For my part, I inserted my fingers into my teacher's gooey snatch, slowly
stretching her hole, making her ready. When I had stretched her enough to
proceed, I brought the bottom of my beer bottle to the lips of her vagina and
began to push. At first Cindy's response was to facilitate matters by pushing
back. Then it dawned on her that the object attempting entry into her was too
big to be a cock. She froze on Ed's cock. Ed looked curiously over her back
at me. His mouth opened when he saw what I was attempting. Reseating my
bottle at her pussy lips, I pushed and the bottom slowly entered her vagina.
Cindy went rigid and moaned in discomfort, afraid to take her mouth off Ed's
member. The bottle sank into her. I had impaled my love on a beer bottle. I
gave an exploratory pull and push. The bottle retreated and progressed in her
wide open birth canal. And my Cindy grunted again. Distress still evident in
her posture. Ed stared over his wife's back at my actions. I gave the bottle
some more thrusts, and Cindy grunted at each one. She was lubed well enough.
I left the bottle buried up to the neck in her snatch and switched the vibrator
on. When the vibrator touched the bottle, Cindy keened a high note. Plying
the vibrator on her clitoris produced more whines.
"I think we've got something here, Ed. I think our pretty little whore has
passed another test."
Ed then did something I didn't expect. He buried himself into Cindy's mouth,
up to the root, and she gagged on him. He held himself against her face,
grunting, his eyes closed, his arms trembling. He was shooting off in her
mouth. Against her will, against all reason. He moaned and when he finally
let up on her face, she spit him out. Drool connected his wet penis to her
lower lip. Cindy gagged, and I thought she would throw up. She gasped for
breath. I held the vibrator against her clit. After a few moments, her
breathing changed. I licked my little finger and gently inserted it into her
backside. I could feel the bottle in her pussy separated from my finger by a
thin membrane. I could feel the vibrations from her battery operated new
friend. And then I could feel her anus contract rhymically around my finger.
My pert little school teacher came with a beer bottle up her snatch and my
finger up her ass. With her husbands come in her gullet. Life was good. My
cock was begging for attention. I made it wait.
When Cindy's spasms eased, I pulled the 12 ounce invader slowly out of her
vagina. She moaned with relief, face buried in the carpeting, ass up. Her
pussy had a certain looseness I found off-putting. I believe she was silently
crying.
"Party's over Ed. Let's hit the sack." I followed him to his bedroom.
"You know you don't have to lock me in, right?" he stated quietly.
"How would it look to your pretty wife if I didn't set that hanger against the
door to warn me if you escaped? How would that look?", I posed the question to
him.
"It's time she accepted the fact that going along is the only way we'll get
by," he answered matter of factly. I stared at him, thinking.
"Okay, Ed, no lock. But I don't want you wandering around in the night.
Understood?" He nodded his head and headed into his room, shutting the door
behind him.
My teacher lay in ruins on the floor where we had left her.
"Let's go, my little teacher-whore. You've still got to get me off before you
sleep. You can clean up tomorrow."
Cindy's head raised up and she dragged herself to her feet. I lubed myself up
and slid under the covers in the guest room. Cindy went into the hallway
bathroom and I heard the whistling whish of her urine in the toilet bowl before
she flushed. An erotic sound. No noisy fan in there. She brushed her teeth
before joining me under the covers, staring intently into my eyes. My
curiosity was aroused.
"let's talk," she whispered. She had the perfect features of a goddess. Damn,
I loved her face. Green eyes. They might have been contacts though. Straight
little nose. Perfect teeth. Blonde bangs hanging in her eyes. She snuggled
up against me willingly for the first time.
"Let's kiss," I said. I kissed her and she didn't resist. Our tongues met and
tangoed. I held her against me, her soft jugs crushed against my chest. When
we broke for air, she spoke.
"That thing you had Edwin build. It scares me. And then that little table he
fixed up. He was only too glad to do it. He wants you to rape me. He doesn't
care about me. He wants you to hurt me." Her voice was choked with emotion.
"And?"
"And I don't want you to force me and whip me and rape me. I'll do some things
for you, but I want to do them willingly. But not for Edwin. Not for you and
Edwin. Just you." Her finger traced a line down my chest and belly down to my
erection.
"Why?"
"Edwin isn't the man I thought he was. I could find myself attracted to a big
strong boy like you. A lady needs to feel special before she returns her love.
Not forced or humiliated. I could be so nice to you. I could make it special
between us. We don't need Edwin." Her fingers slid gently around the crown of
my penis, milking me. I could feel myself falling under her spell if I didn't
lack empathy. My Witchy woman.
"So how would this work?" I asked, already sensing her answer.
"It's easy. You save your fits of anger for Edwin. He could be your whipping
boy. It wouldn't bother me. I'll even whip him for you if you want. You save
your love for me. You can save the nasty stuff for Edwin. He could clean me
between my legs when we finish lovemaking. I don't want him coming in me
anymore. He's not worthy, like you are." Her long fingernails scratched
lightly on my balls. Exquisite feeling.
I pretended to consider. She gave a pretty smile watching me. "Is there
anything I could do to make your decision easier, Damien?"
I said in my best shy boy voice, "could I...you know...in your butt?"
My teacher's smile faltered a moment, then re-lit itself. "It's not something
I'm fond of, lover. But just this once, okay?"
I nodded eagerly for her benefit.
Cynthia Van Horn turned over, spooning her perfect ass against my groin. "I'll
tell you this, Damien. I've never let Edwin up there. It's something I could
endure only for someone like you."
I grabbed the lubricant and lubed my penis. I wiped my hand on the sheets and
pressed up against her backside. Lifting her cheek, I felt around for her
delicate anus. I made contact and pressed forward. She groaned in discomfort.
"Oh, that feels strange, Damien. It kind of hurts. Go slow."
I slowly sent the head of my penis into her. It popped in almost audibly. My
pretty teacher was stiff, the tendons in her neck tight.
We rested a moment, linked together through my raging penis. Then I pushed
forward. Inserted the length of my boyish cock into her womanly anus. She
gasped, but said nothing. I raised my head slightly. My pretty teacher was
biting down on her pillow, eyes closed tightly.
"You're so warm and tight back there. I really appreciate this, Mrs. Van Horn"
I said, in my best Eddie Haskel voice.
"It's okay, Damien," she grunted. "I want you to enjoy this special treat,
just this once. Just this once, okay?" Her voice was pleading.
"Okay."
"I'm going to go for it now, Mrs. Van Horn. Are you ready?"
"Go ahead, lover. But be gentle. And I'll have to leave right when we finish
to go to the bathroom. I'm not used to something up there, and it gives me a
bad feeling in my butt. Then I'll come back, and we'll snuggle close all
night. Won't that be nice? OOH.. OOH.."
I had thrust into her by way of reply, before answering. "Yes, Mrs. Van Horn.
I'd really like that." I sawed into her, each thrust bringing a pained
response from her. I leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck, sending
chills through her. I continued my assault on her backside. She began panting
as I sodomized her. I'd swear my cock had encountered something far up her
ass, but I was too busy to check myself. My poor teacher took it. Lay there
and took it, hoping for better days ahead.
My orgasm approaching, I took the initiative. "Oh, I'm going to come! I LOVE
YOU MRS. VAN HORN! I LOVE YOU! She didn't say anything immediately. She lay
there panting and grunting. Then whispered. "Come in me, come in me! Hurry
up!"
I blew a gusher up into her sphincter; buried inside her rectum, I let go of my
load. My cock spurted into her brown passage. I'd swear I filled her up.
Teacher lay there passively, accepting my goo up her ass, waiting for the
moment I'd let up on her. I came to rest finally, still buried to the root in
her back passage. So nice and warm. Like a velvet glove around my shrinking
cock.
"Damien, let me up;" she was urgent. I let her go. She moved away and my
penis came free, dripping with my semen. She slid carefully out of our bed,
walking a bit hunched over. Her stomach muscles were tight as she hurried out
the bedroom door to the bathroom. I heard her sit down and moan. A second
later, a huge wet fart then a sluice of shit hit the water. She groaned out
loud. I smiled to myself. I listened to her discomfort.
A few minutes later, I heard her wipe and flush. I immediately feigned sleep.
She came back into the room. She stopped, surprised that I could be asleep.
She had promised to cuddle with me. Part of her plan to renegotiate. She
whispered my name several times. I did not respond. Finally, she climbed into
her side of the bed and lay huddled up. Making no attempt to touch me. We lay
motionless together. Five minutes later, she was back in the bathroom, farting
and shitting loosely. Moaning in dismay. When she returned again, she
clambered into bed and fell asleep. I relaxed and followed her to dreamland.
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Chapter Four: "Mighty tempting offer, ma'am, but I have to say no."
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When Sunday morning came, I was awakened by a kiss on my chest. Opening my
eyes slowly, I noted my little teacher planting kisses on my nipples. Highly
erotic way to wake up, I thought. My cock stood up to see better. I could
smell her minty fresh breath.
"Good morning, my big strong loverboy. Have you thought about what I said last
night?", she cooed into my chest. I arose, not wanting her fingernails
anywhere near me when she found out the truth. I could smell coffee and
breakfast smells wafting throughout the home.
"What's for breakfast?" I grunted.
"Bacon, eggs, hash browns. Edwin got up early. He likes to cook breakfast and
eat it in bed reading the paper. You and I could do that if you'd like," she
simpered from the bed. I looked at her beautiful ass, and thought seriously
about that proposition. But I wanted to be gone.
"Let's go see what's going on." She followed me into the kitchen, naked as a
jaybird. I was naked too, but that sure wasn't exciting to me. I did not feel
like eating. I found my clothes and dressed. Cindy watched me. I could swear
she was checking out my bod. I do have a beautiful body for a teenager.
Nicely muscled. My abdomen has really nice definition. Good for me.
"Edwin, go stand with Cindy." Edwin was dressed in some lame ass pajamas. Had
everything but feetsies on them. I made them hold hands. They appeared
reluctant to do so.
"First I'd like to thank you for a lovely weekend. It was a lot of fun. I've
learned a lot about each of you. And I hope you've taken away something from
me. Our journey is about halfway through I'd say. I give you the rest of the
day to enjoy as you may. I am going home. I'll stop back Friday night for a
few hours. Around 10:00, I expect. Edwin, is there anything you need?"
Edwin cleared his throat. "Um..., could you get me about a thousand dollars
this week? Some unforeseen charges appeared on our Visa Card." He glared at
our little naked Cindy.
"Gladly," I replied. "Anything else?"
"You don't want to stay for breakfast before you go?" You don't want to do
anything today?" He seemed disappointed. I was betting he wanted to try out
his crucifix.
"No, I'm all set, thank-you. Cindy, any questions before I go?"
She hesitated. "About what we talked about. Do we have an agreement?"
"No," I said simply. "We don't have anything. I have something. You still
have nothing." Any other questions?"
She seemed to melt in front of me. I knew Edwin was curious about what we were
talking about. Nonetheless, he would be relieved to hear that I had rejected
her offers. She rose up stiffly to address me.
"I'm busy Friday night. I'm going out with some people from school. If I'm
not there, they'd wonder what was wrong. I have to go," she snapped.
"That's fine, as long as you're back by ten at night." I gave her some rope to
hang herself with.
"I don't know what time I'll be home," she said frustrated and angry. She
actually stamped her pretty little foot on the carpet.
"By now you should know what's good for you." I wheeled around and left out
the back door.
On the way back to my shitty little piece of the world, I wondered why I hadn't
stayed for a nice teacher whipping on the new crucifix. Damn, I didn't
understand myself. Oh well.
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End of Teacher Passes the Test,Part 2 of 10, Who Sleeps on the Wet Spot?
by Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF everything)
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In Part 4 of Teacher Passes the Test--Nothing Like a Facial to Tighten up those
Pores--our anti-hero waits patiently for his puppy love to return home from a
night out with her friends. A spanking good time.
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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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