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Saturday AM, November 14, 1998
A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive,
Filename: teacher4.txt
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Teacher Passes the Test,
Part 4 of 10,
Nothing Like a Facial to Tighten up those Pores,
(m/MF, everything)
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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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The next schoolweek passed quickly, and I was really looking forward to my
Friday night quality time with my unwilling new friends. Mrs. Van Horn
practically spat nails every time she looked over at me sitting innocently at
my desk. I could tell she was angry that she hadn't been able to charm me into
going easy on her when I visited. Oh well.
I had dropped off Edwin's thousand on Tuesday, and he chatted with me
desultorily. He mentioned that Cindy had plans to go out Friday night with
other teachers from the school and that he didn't think she would be coming
home early that night as I had ordered her to do. I told him it wouldn't
matter in the long run.
Edwin also mentioned that he had taken a physical for the school system and
would be reporting back to his guidance counselor position with a few weeks. I
had blown his lawsuit for him. He stressed that he didn't mind going back to
work--he needed something to keep his mind off the mess he had made of his
life. I left. Ed's depression was getting me down. Worse, he didn't seem to
think I could get through to his wife.
On Friday night, at nine in the evening, I rang the bell. Edwin Van Horn
ushered me in. He was nervous.
"What's wrong now, Ed?"
"Cindy phoned after school. She told me she was heading out to dinner and
drinks with her friends..." There was more coming.
"She say anything about me, Ed?"
"Uh...um..."
"What, Ed?"
"She said...she said she's tired of your bullshit."
"She really say that, Ed?"
"Um...yes."
"What's wrong with her, Ed?"
"Honestly Damien, she has a stubborn streak a mile wide. You'll have to excuse
her. She doesn't know what she's saying when she's angry. She'll probably be
back soon. How about we have some beers and smoke a bowl. She'll be along
soon." Ed was trying to convince himself. Afraid of what a crazy young man
like me might do.
"I hope so, Ed. I hope so." I was feeling a bit angry.
"Don't worry. Sit down, make yourself comfortable." Ed was all appeasing
tonight. Nervous as a cat.
We moved down into Ed's sanctuary in the basement and drank a few beers and
smoked some of his most excellent reefer. His supply was rapidly dwindling and
I wondered if he'd ask me for some of his stash back. Edwin glanced nervously
at the clock as 10:00 p.m. came and passed. At 11:00 p.m. there was no sign of
Cindy. It was time to act.
"Ed, do you know what time it is?"
"uh...it's a little after eleven. Cindy should be home any minute now."
"Ed, I have a feeling I'm going to have to go and get her."
"No, no--I'm sure she'll be home soon. You want another beer?"
"Ed. Ed. Stop this. Stop covering for your wife. I told her to be here at
ten. It's after eleven. She brought it on herself, Ed. Nothing you could do.
It won't be your fault."
Ed looked desperate. "Now, Damien. Please, I'm begging you. Don't do
anything stupid. Don't hurt us. Don't hurt her. Please."
I smiled my evil smile. "Don't worry. I'm not going to the cops. And I'm not
going to drag her out of the bar in front of her co-workers. But, she's got
dues to pay, Eddie. She's got dues to pay."
Ed's face was twisted in anguish. I believe he still loved his wife after all
the shit she had put him through. He seemed to come to a decision in his mind.
He squared his shoulders and looked earnestly at me, a fifteen year old boy who
scared him.
"Let me do it. Let me do it for you, and we'll all talk about this together
some other night. Okay?"
"Do what, Ed?"
"Let me--let me do you. Get you off, and then you can go home. We'll talk to
Cindy tomorrow, all right?" Ed was begging me. Nice.
"How about this, Ed. You get me off. Then you give me a ride to that bar.
You leave. I settle up with our little teacher. No one finds out nothing.
She gets a little punishment. That's my last, best offer Ed. I will promise
you it won't be public. It'll be between me and her."
Ed was wringing his hands, pacing anxiously across the floor. I kept an empty
beer bottle next to me, in case he got to feeling like a hero.
"You won't mark her up? Hurt her permanently? No one else will find out?" He
needed to be reassured.
"Ed, I haven't lied to you yet. This ain't about sex. This is about control.
She wants control. I have control. And she can't have it. It's that simple.
I don't want this cozy relationship to end prematurely. It's got to run it's
natural course. And I'm telling you, Ed, she's going to fuck this up. For all
of us. I got to restore the balance of nature. And that's what I'm going to
do. Now, do you have something to give me, or do I take it? Because just
thinking about this is getting me pissed off again."
Edwin Van Horn, emasculated, short, portly guidance counselor, nodded
unhappily. "What do I do?"
I stood and took off my pants and underwear. Sitting down again, I motioned
him to my groin. Edwin stared hypnotically at it, as though it were a cobra.
He inched closer and dropped to his knees between my legs. "Oh God,", he
whispered forlornly before taking my dangling member into his mouth.
And Edwin Van Horn sucked me. His wife's student. His beard brushing
uncomfortably against my thighs as he worked me. In and out of his mouth. It
was not a sexual thing--I said before I'm not gay or even bisexual. And it
wasn't about sex. It was about control. It's nice to be in control.
Edwin Van Horn fellated me to a point where I thought seriously about just
ejaculating into his mouth. A nice relaxing blowjob. Nah.
"Okay, Eddie, that's enough. Drop your trogs and assume the position."
His head slowly came off my cock, leaving me wet and ready. He appealed mutely
to me. Then he stood shakily, like an old man. He slowly undid his sweatpants
and underwear and listlessly tossed them to the floor. Knelt on the cool
basement tile, on his hands and knees. Waiting. I placed his sweatpants
under me to cushion my knees.
"Head down, Eddie, and reach back and spread 'em." His hands came back,
grasping his ass cheeks. They spread and I saw his pink anus. Didn't do
nothing for me--glad I already had a hard-on. I pressed against him and he
groaned. I pushed into the rectum of a guidance counselor. My first man to
man thing. It was warm and tight. Not as tight as his little wife, but snug,
clasping my penis. I buried myself slowly.
"Ed, you can play with yourself, if it helps."
His right hand disappeared from his butt and curled under to his abdomen. As I
began to fuck him, I saw his elbow moving in time to my thrusts. Ed was going
to be all right. I sawed into him for two minutes, each stroke getting some
form of response from him. Probably pretty uncomfortable for him, I reflected.
He's a trooper, though. Then inspiration struck, and I knew what I needed to
do.
"Stay here," I commanded Ed. I pulled out and ran upstairs. Locating a shot
glass, I returned. I reinserted my cock in Ed's swollen anus, and worked
myself back to the brink of orgasm. I put the shotglass down next to him.
"Come in the glass, Ed."
He grabbed the shotglass and held it against the head of his cock. I put all
my effort into my last strokes, burying myself in his bowel. He groaned aloud
and I knew he was spurting by the way his ass clasped my cock. I pushed hard
into him and released my semen into Edwin Van Horn's ass. I spurted a week's
worth of spunk up his backside while he groaned, lost in his own orgasm. I
pulled out to survey my handiwork. Ed's anal ring was red and swollen, gaping
open like an unhappy mouth. After I left his ass, Ed rolled onto his side,
gasping. I could see that he had filled half the shotglass. He watched me
tiredly, expecting me to order him to drink his own seed. Not a terrible idea.
But not what I had in mind.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I just need a rest."
"All right. You can get dressed when you're ready. I've got to get some stuff
ready for our little trip."
I dressed and moved off into the basement. They had a nice big recreation room
down there, with a wet bar and a Ping-Pong table. I grabbed a paddle from
there. Inside a huge closet, I found a goalie's mask. How perfect. Upstairs,
I got a cloth shopping bag and a cordless hair dryer. I didn't even know they
made such things. In the garage, I found a hatchet and a artist's paint brush.
Heading back downstairs, I found Ed slowly dressing.
"Well Ed?"
"Well what?"
"How was it?"
"What do you mean, how was it? Do you mean how do I like sucking cock and
getting butt fucked by a fifteen year old? Yeah, it's great," he said. "I
keep thinking how lucky I am to have met you." He obviously had issues. Poor
Ed.
"Well, it's not like you didn't come. You must have enjoyed some of it."
Edwin Van Horn took off his glasses and wiped them absently. He looked
perilously close to crying. A grown man.
"I know. I know," he said miserably. "That's what scares me. Maybe I'm not
happy unless someone is using me. You or my wife. Telling me what to do, and
making me to do it."
"Don't get maudlin on me, Ed, or I'll be forced to use other adjectives on you.
Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"You are going to take me to the bar. I'll wait for your wife. You just come
back here and head to bed."
He became anxious again. "Don't hurt her, okay?"
"You still love her, don't you?"
"A little. I'm just used to her by now. Maybe when this is all over, we'll
make up and it'll be like it used to be."
"Whatever. Let's go."
We headed out in Cindy's Viper. She had taken Ed's Explorer that night,
leaving her car in the garage. Fabulous car, the Viper. Fabulous. I bet it
could really move. Ed however, showed serious respect for all posted speed
limits.
We arrived at Dave and Buster's, a huge upscale video
gaming/nightclub/restaurant complex about ten minutes away. The parking lot
was half empty. The time was after midnight. We cruised the lot until Ed
located the Expedition. I grabbed my bag of goodies and bailed out after
giving Ed his marching orders and taking his key to the Explorer. When I was
certain Ed had truly left, I let myself into the Explorer and climbed into the
back seat. It was cool out, but the plan wouldn't work unless I was naked. So
I shucked off my clothes, donned my goalie mask, and waited. At 1:30 in the
morning, I saw Cindy and three other people approaching. Suddenly, I realized
that Cindy might have given someone a ride here. They came closer and I could
hear them laughing and bullshitting. I huddled down on the floor. Two men,
two women. They stopped outside my door chatting drunkenly to each other.
Then one of the couples apparently left. Cindy was left alone with the last
male, a teacher na med Richard Stokes. A good-looking macho man in his late
twenties. We called him Dick Stroker at school. He was on the make.
"You want to come back to my pad? You can crash there if you like."
"I'd love to, Richard, but I can't. Not yet. Edwin needs me."
"Cindy, we talked about this. If Edwin hits you, he's not a real man. You
should leave him. You can crash at my place for awhile. C'mon, it might even
be fun. I'll treat you like a little princess."
"No Richard, it's not right. I have a duty to make a last effort to save my
marriage. You know me, just a silly little schoolteacher always trying to do
the right thing, even with a violent husband."
"At least, let me follow you--make sure you get home all right."
"I'd appreciate that, Richard. You're too good to me."
"It's my pleasure. You deserve a real man. I want to be that man. It could
be beautiful between us."
"Hush, Richard, hush."
Richard left, presumably to get into his own car. Cindy fumbled drunkenly with
her key to the Explorer. I crouched low on the floor of the back seat. The
atmosphere exploded with the interior light and the smell of her perfume as she
clambered into the high driver's seat. Then the lights went out and she
started the vehicle. We waited a minute, Cindy humming some industrial dance
tune. Another vehicle's headlights cut across our bow. Cindy jerked the
Explorer into 'drive' and off we went. I could feel the uneveness of her
intoxicated driving and prayed the cops wouldn't stop her and find a naked boy
with a goalie mask on crouched with a hatchet in the back seat. I had felt
that an axe would be too unwieldy in the confines of the Explorer.
Cindy and her escort vehicle made the ten minute trip in about eight minutes.
Cindy mumbled a bunch of shit I couldn't understand. She was nervous and
upset. Hopefully about me. She rolled up the driveway to her home. Teacher
Richard Stokes stayed at the street, beeping his horn once, then continuing on.
Cindy drove up to the garage, and stopped. I could see the corner of her head
above me as she surveyed the house. The lights were off. The Viper was in the
garage.
"motherfucker better not be here...tired of this shit...fucking Edwin...fucking
orphan punk...better not be waiting...i'll fucking kill him...whip me...no
fucking way...richard'd tear that fucking kid apart..."
My drunken schoolteacher was reluctant to leave the safety of the vehicle. In
fact, she locked the doors, interior light on, leaving the engine running while
she rambled, staring out into the darkness. It was time. I slowly eased up
into the back seat, my hatchet ready. I could see myself in the rearview
mirror. I waited for Mrs. Van Horn to notice me. Her eyes flicked once to the
rearview mirror then flicked away. Then came back, staring, her eyes large.
Staring at the reflection of a naked monster in a goalie mask, with a hatchet,
inside the confines of her locked vehicle. She screamed.
I gave an eerie moan and grabbed her blonde hair, pinning her head back against
her driver's seat. She screamed anew, and I sensed her body go limp for a few
seconds. I heard a whizzing sound. I surged forward, pressing my hatchet to
her throat lightly, issuing a blood-curdling laugh. My lovely young teacher
had pissed herself. The smell of her urine filled the vehicle. She had no
strength to scream, her eyes locked in the rearview mirror as I held her.
"HELLO, CINDY," I screamed at her.
She gasped, her breath returning in a cry. Her eyes slammed shut, huge tears
leaking out. Her chest was heaving. She sat bolt upright in her urine, my
hatchet at her throat.
"YOU'RE LATE."
"please...oh God...please...don't...do...i'm sorry...oh god, i'm so sorry..."
My schoolteacher was babbling on the edge of madness.
"I HAD TO FIND YOU."
"oh...oh...God, please...please God...don't kill me...please...
"I'M VERY DISAPPOINTED, CINDY. YOU'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL."
"please don't kill me....i'll do...please please please...i'm so sorry...so
sorry...
"IT'S YOUR TIME TO DIE, CYNTHIA VAN HORN."
"no no no no no....no." Her eyes were rolling in her head.
"Get in the back seat, Cynthia." I pulled harder on her hair. She twisted in
her seat, practically falling headlong into my lap. I laid the hatchet quietly
into the back of the vehicle. She was sobbing, certain that I was going to
kill her. Her short shirt was hiked up over her thighs. I held her face in my
groin. Her nimble lips sought my penis eagerly. She wanted to avoid my
wrath--wanted to save her own life by pleasing me. She took my penis--soiled
from Ed's ass, into her mouth gladly, like an infant seeking a nipple. She
sucked me noisily.
"What Cindy? You don't want to die? You want to live?"
"yes." She mouthed fervently around my cock rising to erection.
"It might be better if I killed you. Save a lot of problems. I'm crazy
anyhow--you know that."
"no...no...you're not crazy....don't say that...you just need some loving...let
me help you..." Her mouth was a warm, whirling dervish on my cock.
"Suck me, Mrs. Van Horn. Suck my cock. It's got some shit on it from your
husbands ass. Do you really want to do this?"
"yesyesyes. i'll be good to you... just lay back. i'll suck you. i'll suck
his shit right off you... it's good... it's good..."
"If I don't kill you, I'll have to punish you. You know that don't you?"
"yesyesyes. punish me. i've been bad. i've been bad. don't kill me.'
I felt her hot breath on my cock as she babbled. Little Cindy wanted to live.
As though I had any intention of murdering her. It's all in the perception.
"Mrs. Van Horn?"
"yes, Damien?"
"Take your clothes off and get on your hands and knees for your punishment."
Cindy scrambled up, tearing her clothes off, staring earnestly into my eyes to
show her devotion. I smiled evilly at her. She was genuinely frightened of
me. She clambered onto the seat, her ass pressing back at my elbows. I turned
towards her backside, wet with her urine. I reached into my bag of tricks on
the floor and pulled out my Ping-Pong paddle.
"Cindy, if I wanted to piss in your mouth, would you drink it?"
"yes," she breathed immediately, no hesitation.
"How did my shitty cock taste?"
"good."
"I'm going to paddle your behind now Cindy. Won't that be fun?"
"yes."
"I don't want to hear you screaming. You can moan or cry or shit yourself, but
don't scream. If you scream, I go for the hatchet."
"okay."
I laid into her, slapping the paddle hard onto her ass cheeks. The sound of
the paddle on her wet flesh exploded in the car. She gasped harshly with each
slap. But she did not scream. I gave her thirty of my hardest, her ass red
and waffled from the rubber covering of the paddle. When I let up, she cried
softly, her ass twitching most invitingly. I brought the handle of the paddle
to my mouth, coating it in my saliva.
"Spread your cheeks, please."
Cindy spread her throbbing ass cheeks, exposing her hairless pussy and delicate
pink anus to the cool air. I leaned in and spit directly on her anus. She
flinched, but said nothing. I pushed the handle of the Ping-Pong paddle
against her butthole. It resisted, then gave in. The handle surged into my
pretty little teacher's ass, up to the paddle. She moaned in pain and
discomfort.
"Turn over on your back. Face against me."
Cindy turned over slowly, impaled by the paddle. She lay on her back, her face
under my cock as I knelt over her. I angled my cock down and it slipped into
her mouth. She sucked as if her life depended on it. She believed it did. I
raped her mouth brutally, slamming my groin into her face repeatedly.
"When I pull out, you grab my cock and milk it onto your face."
I continued bouncing off her, driving myself to orgasm. It came, and I pulled
out. Cindy's hand grasped me and stroked me furiously. I spewed on her face,
coating her forehead, then her nose and chin with my spend. It was glorious.
She lay panting for air.
I looked at my little teacher in the dim light. Besmirched with my cum. A
pretty little woman. Time to switch gears. I reached into my bag and grabbed
the paintbrush and the hairdryer. I plugged it into the auxiliary lighter in
the back seat. This vehicle had everything. I began to brush my spend all
over her face.
"Cindy, I gave you a facial. I'm going to spread it around, so your skin will
be covered. I want you to enjoy the taste and smell of my semen as you sleep
tonight. Thank me."
"thank-you," she said immediately.
I brushed my ejaculate, spreading it all over her face, until she was a
glistening little doll. Forehead, cheeks, eyelids, nose, chin. All with an
even sheen of semen.
"Don't wipe this off now, woman. It's my gift to you. I want you to sleep
with it. If I show up in the morning, I expect you to meet me at the front
door with this goo-pak on, understand?"
"yes."
I finished with my own load, then switched the hairdryer on, drying the spend
on her face. When it was fairly dry, I examined my work. Her skin did look
tightened. It was all protein, you know. Had to be good for her. A second
coat was called for.
"Cindy, I want to put some more on you. Fortunately, Ed donated to the cause.
Don't move."
I brought Ed's shotglass of semen up, and painted a second coat of sperm onto
her face, spreading it carefully for best effect. Her eyes regarded me
glassily. She was quiet now. No resistance. I dried her a second time, and
we were done.
"Cindy, you are a perfect little china doll. Try not to move your facial
muscles until tomorrow. Give the protein a chance to clean your pores. Your
face will thank you for it. Now pull that Ping-Pong paddle out of your ass."
Cindy reached a hand between her splayed legs and gingerly removed the paddle
from her ass. Quietly.
"I'm leaving. I may be back tomorrow morning to check on you. If I'm not
there by ten, then go ahead and take a shower.
I left.
As a kind of an footnote, teacher Richard Stokes, also known as Dick Stroker,
suffered the rest of the school year with an amazing array of car problems. It
seemed someone was constantly fucking with the engine of his Honda Accord;
disabling some vital part of the wiring harness. I know how frustrating and
expensive repairs could be because I had spent a lot of time in the public
library poring over wiring diagrams in the Honda Accord repair manual. It
became a familiar sight to see him biking furiously to school, just making it
in before classes started. No suspects were identified. It was the damnedest
thing...
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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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