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Intro: In part seven Teacher Passes the Test, our anti-hero pampers his
teacher. Or at least puts her in Pampers...
Teacher Passes the Test,
Part 7 of 10,
What Have You Been Eating,
(m/MF, everything)
Written by Shakespeare_I._Aint
On the week-end, I scored my big drug deal. Scored big. I sold one kilo of
cocaine mixed with five bags of carefully crushed rice flake, like little
babies eat. I ripped the buyers off badly. Boy, did my beeper and cell phone
ring. Made me kind of glad these assholes didn't know my real name or where I
lived. The funniest thing about the transaction was that I had originally
bought from them. Long story short, one of the foster brothers I had a few
years ago was deep into the gang thing. Lived and breathed it. I dropped back
into his life. Told him I wanted to be a Player. He hooked me up with some
Boyz. And they hooked me up with other Boyz. When I had the right degree of
separation, I started buying cocaine. By the gram, then by the ounce, then
multi-ounces, then half a kilo. They were making good money off me, and they
were impressed by my ability to move Product. They came to trust me. I found
they were paying twelve thousand dollars a kilo to their supplier. I ca me to
them and told them I found a supply for nine thousand a kilo; an almost
impossible deal, and offered them a good taste. What they were tasting was the
stuff they had sold me in the past. And they wanted in. To the tune of six
kilos. I mixed their real cocaine with my real fake rice flake and sold it
back to them. It passed their initial test because they always tested the same
part of each bag. And the self-made gangsta's fell for it, hook, line and
sinker.. They had my beeper and cell phone number. Knew what motel room I had
frequented. Knew what car I had been illegally driving. Couldn't provide my
name or where I lived if their lives depended on it. Stupid, stupid people.
I escaped with a thirty-five thousand dollar profit in one month. By ripping
off two hard-core criminals. So I retired from the drug trade. I turned my
thoughts back to my pretty little teacher and her husband, whose money had made
my foray into illicit drugs possible.
On the following Friday morning, I stopped in to see my Guidance Counselor,
Edwin Van Horn. He was back to work from his alleged slip and fall injury; in
there shuffling papers until he saw me out in the common area of the
principal's office. He ushered me in, closing the door behind him. He seemed
at ease, happy, confident and in control inside his little domain. He motioned
me to a seat across from his desk and waited for me to speak.
"Hello, Mr. Van Horn, are conversations in this office monitored?"
Edwin looked blank for a few seconds, then laughed. "No, Damien. We don't
monitor or tape conversations here. We're here to help, remember?"
I judged that he was telling the truth. Edwin seemed very interested in my
visit. And my motivations.
"Damien, you really suspected that this room might be bugged didn't you?
You're that suspicious? That untrusting?"
I gave him my best impassive stare.
"Relax, Damien. Anything you say here is just between you and me. And Cindy,
of course, if it pertains to her. What brings you here? What I can do for
you?"
I was uncomfortable, but I had to know the status of our relationship. I had
to know how they saw their status. Would they still be submissive to me? "I
wanted to know the repercussions from last week. The night we whipped Cindy.
You know. Any bad fall-out I should know about?"
Edwin peered over his glasses at me in a priest-confessorly way. He seemed
like he wanted to at least score some macho points on me. What the hell, it
was it his office after all. And his wife we had whipped and butt-fucked.
"You mean the night you and Cindy had that little discussion when she drove you
home?"
"Yeah, that night," I almost growled.
He paused, reflecting, then shook his large, bearded face. "No, everything's
fine. Cindy and I are getting along wonderfully together. His eyes took on a
pre-emptory warning. "We've got a wedding Saturday night, and my parents are
coming over Sunday. The week-end's pretty much tied up, Damien, if that's what
you're getting at."
We stared at each other uncomfortably for a minute. I broke the silence.
Having come to his office to talk, it was only fair that I broach the subjects.
"You guys realize that I wouldn't turn you into the cops, right?"
Edwin nodded.
"So I've really got nothing on you except for the fact that I've still got your
money."
He nodded again, waiting.
"I want to know...is it the fact that I've got your money--which I've promised
to return, by the way--is that what's keeping this thing going? Or is it
something else?"
Edwin Van Horn's face flushed a dark red. He hemmed and hawed around before
selecting a response that would seem to answer me.
"We need that money, Damien," he stated simply. "It's our life-savings. You
could check. We've got almost nothing in the bank, very little equity in our
house, a token amount in our retirement accounts. So yes, it's the money. I
get past due bills and late notices every single week."
"You're not being entirely truthful, Edwin," I said, for the first time using
his first name in his own den. "I know the money's important to you. But what
are you guys getting out of this little extended perversion of mine? Cindy
flat out admits that I'm her personal demon, cleansing her for a return to a
happy marriage. To you. So what are you getting out of this?"
My little guidance counselor looked away, his face crimson with embarrassment.
One of the last things you'd expect from a professional counselor. Then he
wheeled on me.
"What about you, Damien? You told Cindy you were acting out against the
parents you never had by mistreating us. What about that?," he challenged
defensively.
"What about it?" I said softly, my emotions churning. "I was telling the
truth. I do believe that."
"Well...shit...I don't know...," his voice trailed off as he glanced away from
me again. I had touched him in a sensitive place.
We sat there quietly for about two minutes, each lost in his own thoughts and
each fearing to break the soothing silence. But I never couldn't let a
sleeping dog lie.
"You kind of like the submissive thing, don't you?"
My Edwin Van Horn went from red to a pasty white as the blood drained from his
face. "That's not true," he muttered weakly, staring at me.
I pressed him. "Yes, it is true. I've been thinking about it, Ed. I think
you don't mind these little excursions of ours. I think you don't mind being
submissive and letting me do your wife. I'm just asking you to admit it."
Edwin was cornered and seemed to feel the need to fight back. "Asking me or
telling me, Damien? A real dominant wouldn't ask me to admit anything; he'd
order me to admit it."
"I never said I was dominant, you asshole. I'm just here because I fixated on
your wife for awhile. I've already seen something on the horizon and it's
drawing my interest powerfully. Drawing my attention away from you and that
precious little snatch you're married to."
Edwin said quietly, "Don't call her names, Damien. That's not called for."
"I'm sorry, Ed. I really am."
"You told her you loved her."
"I... I know."
"So don't call her names. She's been real good about this whole thing."
"I know, Ed. I was just mad at you."
Edwin turned his face full towards me. His lower lip was trembling.
"Okay, Damien. This is it. I... don't mind what's been happening. In a way,
it's kind of a vacation for me. I don't have to think. I just do what I'm
told. It's kind of liberating, if you know what I mean."
I told him, "I think I do."
"So if I'm kind of submissive or something, please don't make me admit it. I'd
like to hang on to some shreds of my masculinity if it's not too much to ask."
"Okay, Ed."
We sat again in silence. Finally Ed spoke up.
"What do you have planned for us this week-end, Damien? I know you have
something in mind or you wouldn't have stopped in."
"How about I come over during the day on Saturday? Help you with the leaves
and stuff?"
"I suppose that would be fine. You want Cindy there too, right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Tomorrow we rake leaves. Maybe something else. But we don't leave
marks on her, okay? We've got a wedding Saturday night and I can't have her
marked-up or sore, understand?" He was imploringly proper about the whole
thing.
"Fair enough. You need any of your money?"
"I'll need about eighteen hundred dollars by Tuesday."
"I'll bring it by tomorrow," I promised happily. I bounced out of my chair and
turned to leave. Edwin went back to shuffling his papers when I asked him a
question I had wondered about.
"Hey, Ed. Did you and Cindy do anything more after she got back from giving me
a ride home?"
Edwin Van Horn flushed like a schoolgirl. Then he grinned sheepishly. "We
fucked like minks, Damien. All night long."
Just before I hit the door, Edwin asked me what I had planned for tomorrow; his
face anxious.
I told him breezily that "it Depends," before I headed out.
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Chapter 2, Adult Diapers--Their not just for old people anymore...
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And so it was a happy, horny little me that did a bit of shopping at the
drugstore, (chemist for our English friends) and headed over to my favorite
little teacher's house to help them with the yard work. As was my custom and
part of my paranoia, I surveilled the home for about ten minutes. A lot
shorter time than normal, does that mean I'm getting better, Doctor?
My little teacher was sitting at the kitchen table with Edwin. They were
discussing an article in the newspaper, each with an amused, carefree
expression on their faces. A happy couple communicating. Thanks in large part
to me.
They were both dressed for a little work outside. The weather in Mid-November
was shockingly warm, the remnants of El-Nino; it was approaching sixty degrees.
Not bikini weather, but fifteen to twenty degrees above normal. The leaves on
the trees had for the most part fallen or had been blown down in several fierce
windstorms, which had also been unusual.
My two educators lived in a large ranch-style home on a generous lot. The
property ran about two hundred feet across the front and at least three hundred
feet deep. Everybody in this subdivision had similar properties. Top dollar
living. These homes were isolated from each other. Heavily wooded. From the
moment you walked into the backyard, you couldn't even see another house, even
though you knew they were out there somewhere. I'm not saying these Van Horns
were rich, but their home beat the hell out of any other place I had ever spent
time in. But I digress. My curiosity having been satisfied, I headed back to
the front door and rang the bell. I waited in heightening anticipation for one
of them to admit me. Invite me in like a vampire? My pretty little teacher
answered the door. It was a special pleasure for me. It seemed that Edward
had always been the intermediary between me and his lovely little wife's
charms, and it was especially gratifying to see her willing to a nswer the door
knowing her "personal demon" waited hungrily for a chance to climb between her
legs.
Cindy Van Horn was dressed in her ever-present bulky gray sweatsuit, the
intent, I believe, to hide those magnificent breasts from the world. On such a
petite woman, those jugs loomed huge and inviting. She invited me in, a warm,
almost maternally sympathetic expression on her face until she saw the shopping
bag in my hands. Her face turned serious as she led me back to the warm,
sunlit kitchen where Edwin sipped his coffee and appraised me.
"Hello, Damien. What do you have in the bag?" Edwin spoke for both of them. I
could sense the nervousness in these people. Maybe Saturday morning sex,
without benefit of intoxication or stupefaction wasn't their cup of tea.
"Hi, Ed. I've just brought a few things to make our yard work go more
efficiently."
"May I ask what?" Ever the formal Edwin.
I turned to his demure little wife, my puppy-love teacher, who had seated
herself at the table. "How about you, Mrs. Van Horn? Are you as curious as
Ed?"
She gave a nervous smile, glancing at her husband for support before facing me.
"Yes, I am. And stop calling me 'Mrs. Van Horn'. We're past that."
"Okay. Cindy then. We'll since you're both so curious, I'll show you. I
figured that we've got a lot of leaves to rake and only a short time to work
in. So I brought something that will help eliminate some of the time wasted on
personal matters. That way you'll work more efficiently and maybe we will have
more time to sample Cindy's goodies."
My little schoolteacher blushed, but not altogether displeased, I hoped. They
watched me silently, waiting for me to lay it out for them. So in the absence
of feedback, I continued.
"I've brought some for each of you. If you'll consent to me putting them on
you, we can begin." With that, I reached into my shopping bag.
At the drugstore, I had purchased adult diapers, the kind old, incontinent
people wear. I had bought a set for him and a set for her. I tossed the
packages lightly at them and watched their puzzled expressions change to shock
as they read the packages lying on the table in front of them. Cindy was the
first to speak.
"Adult diapers? What?... You want us...?"
"Yes, Cindy. I want to put these diapers on you and Edwin. You'll pee in them
as we work. See? Yours are pink and Edwin's are blue. Kind of cool, isn't
it?"
My teacher was flushed and still trying to grasp the scenario.
"You mean... you want us to wear these... these... things while we are outside?
To go... potty in them?" A shocked female voice can be so invigorating. At
least I think so.
"Exactly. You'll have your regular clothes on, of course. The only difference
will be that instead of underwear you'll have these on."
Edwin Van Horn cleared his throat. "Damien, don't you think you're carrying
this urination thing too far? I mean, Jesus--this is weird."
Resistance. Always resistance. Trying to make poor little Damien feel like a
pervert because of his little ideas. It becomes very discouraging, these
personal attacks. Like I sit there thinking up this shit, rather than having
it suddenly appear with overpowering force in my mind. But don't get mad yet,
Damien, I told myself. They know not what they do.
"Of course, it's weird, Edwin. It wouldn't be worth doing if it wasn't weird.
That's the whole point. How many times in your life have you worn adult
diapers? None, right? And after today, you'll probably never wear them again.
So today should always stand out in your memory as the 'weird' day you pissed
in your adult diaper. Understand?"
Edwin shook his big head dubiously as he stared down at the discrete plastic
packaging of my gift to him. "I just don't think I, I mean we could... you
know... urin-"
"Let's do it," Cindy blurted suddenly, her voice breathlessly insistent,
surprising Edwin and I with it's piercing insistence. Our heads swing towards
her. We saw her face avoid ours as she repeated herself. "Lets do it."
And I gave my look of small triumph to dubious Edwin. Another battle lost,
little man. Why can't you get with the Program?
I issued Ed his marching orders. "Ed, we need to clear the table so Cindy can
climb on and I can put her diaper on."
We cleared the kitchen table off right quick and then we shuffled back
self-consciously towards the table, our eyes glancing at my pretty little
teacher, who stood there staring amusedly back at us. Then she softly shrugged
her shoulders and tugged her sweatpants down, carrying her white panties down
with them. She stepped out of the pile, her shorn muff presented to our view.
She backed up and then gingerly raised her small butt up and eased herself onto
the cold wood of the table. With a final adjustment, she flopped her bare ass
down in front of a chair. I had to concentrate on sitting down so as not to
stumble and fall. I had my pretty little teachers open legs spread before me.
Just before I leaned in to smell between her legs she said, "Before you do
anything I'll tell you--I didn't take a shower this morning--I might be pretty
strong down there." I stared up across my teacher's flat abdomen into her eyes
and we communicated without words. And I laid my face between her thighs. And
inhaled the muskiest, funky, hormonal female smell imaginable. The unbathed
woman. Woman to the tenth power, far funkier than my other experiences had
learnt me; it was heady stuff and I felt dizzy drinking it in. I buried my
face into her gash seeking dead fish at the source of that smelly Nile; my
tongue the advance party with orders not to come back without information about
that smell. And my tongue brought back a sample of my teacher's cooze for my
analysis. Funk City. I licked her for more than a little while until her hips
began to move the tiniest bit. Then I raised my wet face and appraised her.
She spoke first.
"I'm ready for my diaper. Or would you like me to go now? In your face maybe?
A little bit?" Teasing little tart.
"I don't think so, Cindy," I said, grimacing at the thought. "Maybe in Edwin's
face later. Okay?" She nodded. I reached over and grabbed a female adult
diaper for my teacher. I unfolded the flaps and inspected it. Extra lining in
the crotch bottom to keep wetness away from her vagina. Tape straps at the top
to secure the garment. Cool. I moved the diaper under Cynthia Van Horn; she
raised her bottom off the table for me. I slid the diaper under her and she
settled down onto it. I gave her pubis a final kiss and secured the tape
straps onto my teacher. We stared at each other, faint smiles on our faces. I
nodded to her and she sat up and slid down off the table, the diaper rustling
and puffing with a padded sound. She looked so delicious in that diaper. I
almost wanted to give her a pacifier and put her hair in pig-tails and a baby
hat to see how she would look. But I judged that too deviant for this day, at
least. Now for Edwin. Should I do the honors or should Cindy?
"Okay, Edwin, you're next," I announced, slapping the table in front of me.
Edwin moved uncertainly over to me and slowly unbuckled his jeans before
kicking off his shoes. He looked so ungainly standing there laboriously taking
off his clothes. I made a mental note right then and there to never let myself
get out of shape like Edwin was. His stomach overhung his beltline and he
tended to issue a low groan when he had to bend over or get up out of a chair.
Finally Edwin stood naked from the waist down in front of us; his penis slowly
rising and testing the air. And I knew Edwin found shit like this exciting. I
pointed to the table and Edwin clambered heavily up and swiveled on his
asscheeks to assume the same position as his pretty little wife had. His groin
seemed posed ugily at me; the penis lengthening and pointing back up Ed's soft,
white stomach towards his head. I found it slightly repulsive; this white,
hairy groin in the spot where I had feasted on my teacher's shaved g enitalia
only moments before.
Cynthia Van Horn moved up beside me. "Sit down, Damien. Like you did for me."
I glanced over at her and shrugged. I pulled the chair out and seated myself
in the valley of Edwin's thighs. I knew what was coming next anyway. I was
just waiting.
Cindy stood beside me. Her slim right arm snaked out and grasped Edwin's
ball-sac gently and she caressed him. Edwin gasped at the contact and he
raised his head for a moment to see who was caressing him. Like it would be
me.
"Can you bring yourself to do anything with another man, Damien? Can you take
him in your mouth? For just a few seconds? I bet you can't," my teacher
crooned sweetly at me. Her hand moved up to Edwin's shaft and she milked him
gently.
I made up my mind right then and there how far I would be taking Cindy that
day. She had just made her bed. I steeled myself and leaned forward and
opened my mouth. And I watched Cindy lever Edwin's penis towards me, striking
my nose with his manhood. And then I closed my mouth on Edwin's penis,
watching his worried face staring at me, expecting me to bite him a good one.
I tasted the slight bleachy tang of his cock in my mouth and I gave him a
couple of exploratory licks to the underside of his shaft. He gasped. And my
pretty little teacher slowly ground her diapered crotch against my right arm.
And so we remained for a minute. Then I spit Edwin out and sat back. Time to
retake command.
"I need a male diaper for my boy here, Cindy."
His wife opened his package of Depends and handed me a diaper. As I fitted it
onto Edwin, I gave his wet penis a couple of soft yanks.
"Yeah, that wasn't so bad," I announced for Cindy's benefit. "At least it's
not as bad as having to lick his ass. That really takes commitment. Know what
I mean, Cin?" She gave me a startled look.
"No, I don't know what you mean, Damien."
Well... You'll see," I finished. I diapered Edwin, taping his diaper on and
letting him slid clumsily off the table. "Get dressed," I ordered my educator
couple.
They regarded each other sheepishly as they dressed; each sliding their trogs
over the large diapers they sported. When they were finished, we headed out
the back door to the garage. We proceeded to dispose of the tons of leaves
that plagued the grounds. Edwin, ever the perfect little homebody had a
self-propelled leaf bagger which he proudly rolled hither and yon, filling up
receptacle after receptacle with shredded leaves. Cindy and I worked in the
corners, and under the plantings, raking the leaves out to be picked up later
by Edwin's mechanized infantry. And work we did for at least an hour, the
monotony only broken when Cindy came over to me and held my hand. She stared
into my eyes with the slightest smile for a few moments, then walked away, her
bottom looking padded. And I knew she had pissed inside of her diaper while
holding my hand. A thrill went through me visualizing her adult pussy
squirting her fluids into a diaper I had placed on her. Oh, Mama.
Edwin kept to himself for the most part, walking behind his prized machine, his
loose, sloppy clothes hiding his secret shame.
After the first hour, we came together for a break.
"Well, Ed," I asked, "were you able to take a piss while you were working?" He
turned beet red, looking away before turning to us.
"Yes. Yes, I did. It took a while, and I really didn't see the point, but I
did. I pissed in this diaper. Can we take them off now?" He seemed
embarrassed and a little angry. I turned away from him. Let him stew in his
own juices for a while. I studied my pretty little teacher.
"Cindy?"
"I've gone three times. Three little times." Her voice neutral; her mood good
though.
"Then maybe it's time to change your diaper. How about it?"
"That would be good, Damien. Because I've got to go 'number two' if you know
what I mean. Poo. And I can't do it in this diaper. I can't bring myself to
go in this thing." I noted that she was studying me closely to see how I would
respond. Hoping I wouldn't make her wear that diaper to the wedding reception
tonight probably. No big deal. While I mulled over where I should take this
scene to next I made my discovery.
I had been idly looking at the back of the property when I noticed a small
patch of blue among the autumn browns of the dying leaves and grasses of the
woods behind the yard. I wandered away from my captive couple, towards the
back of the property. And I came upon a fort. A fort such as kids used to
make to play in. It was a dilapidated affair, just a few studs and pieces of
plywood really, but once it had been grandly painted a royal blue. The floor
of the fort had actually been excavated down another couple of feet. So I
guess it was more of a 'pillbox' than a fort. The whole thing didn't measure
more than five by seven and no more than four feet from the excavated floor to
the warped plywood roof. Interesting. I looked over the top of the fort into
the rest of the woods that separated the Van Horn's home from the one behind
it. I could not see anyone's house from my position. And I knew where I
wanted this to go. I beckoned to my little Edwin and Miss Cindy and watched t
hem walk slowly towards me whispering to each other as they approached. They
looked nervous, as any thirties couple wearing diapers at the insistence of a
fifteen year old would.
"We will play 'fort' awhile, okay? You and Cindy follow me," I announced as I
turned and crawled through the low opening that served as a door. Inside, the
floor was dry but musty-smelling. A few ancient squares of carpet were
scattered about. I sat in one corner and watched my pretty little teacher
crawl in on her hands and knees into my fort and sit tightly in another corner.
We waited while Edwin crawled slowly in and sat across from us. He looked
around at the cramped inside of the fort.
"This thing's been here for years--since the house was built. The people we
bought the house from had kids that were in their late twenties, so this thing
is easily twenty years old." He sniffed the musty air. "Stinks in here.
Whole place is rotting away. I should have torn this down, but somehow I never
got around to it."
Cindy said, " Be that as it may, I've got to go. Let me go into the house and
have a bowel movement and I'll come right back, okay guys?," her voice was
coaxingly insistent. She was starting to crawl back out of my little lair.
"No. Get back here," I ordered.
"Damien, I can't go... I can't take a crap in this diaper. I just can't do it.
It's too messy. I'll be right back." And she resumed her departure. As if
that was all right.
"I said get back in here unless you need a good whipping. I'll tell you what
you are going to do and then you can do it. Understand?" Another little test
of control.
Cindy looked back at me. Her face looked desperately frustrated. "C'mon,
Damien. You guys can't change my diaper here anyway. We didn't bring any more
with us. Let me go. Please."
Still sitting down, I reached forward and grabbed Cindy by the hips and pulled
her backwards. Her head hit the plywood of the fort roof but not hard, though
she cried out and rubbed her head in pretended injury. I pulled her backwards
onto me. I knew that I also had Edwin's undivided attention as I physically
handled his pretty little wife. Once she was on my lap, I pushed her forward
and turned her hips. She fairly flew in the confined space of my fort. She
ended up on her back with her legs nearest me. I dragged her bulky sweatpants
down her legs until they caught at her shoes. I pulled her shoes off violently
and tossed them at the wall. Did I just toss her shoes? Hell, no. I tossed
them with enough force and angle that they bounced off the plywood walls and
made their way in the general direction of my pretty little teacher's head. I
saw her protect her face with her hand as they landed on her. I needed her to
feel the force of my objection to her actions. I needed he r to do what I
wanted. I pulled her sweatsuit pants off her and tossed them over to Edwin.
My little teacher lay in her diaper before me. Her bulky sweatshirt had risen
and I could see the cups of the matronly white cotton brassiere that encased
her large titties. And I saw her scared face twisted in fear and watching me
for my next move. I got to my knees, my head at the ceiling and leaned over my
teacher. I pulled on the tape straps that secured her diaper to her slim hips.
I ripped her sodden diaper from between her legs then grabbed her hips and
twisted her back onto her stomach. I pulled her back into onto her hands and
knees, her head facing the door.
"Turn over and crawl out the door. Squat down and take a shit where Edwin and
I can see you. We want your ass facing us. Get going."
Cindy remained on her hands and knees, not moving. She was gasping in fright
from the ultra-violence. Something she hadn't been expecting. I waited for
her to start crying. A woman's last defense. Her head was down between her
shoulders and I heard her gasps take on the rhythmic sound she would need to
cry convincingly. So I placed my right foot squarely on her buttocks and gave
a hard push. My little teacher skimmed along the dirt floor and landed with
her head and shoulders outside of our fort. What a nice 'whoofing' sound she
made when she landed on her chest. Her ass remained inside our shelter and I
suppressed an urge to bury myself in her ass for a few minutes to help her with
her bowel movement. Then came the unexpected. My little Cindy farted; a quiet
ripping fart that escaped her while she was in distress. An embarrassing
breech of etiquette. And any thoughts of further rebellion on her part were
quashed by her own intestines. I glanced at Edwin in the far corner , his face
registering shock at my treatment of his wife. As his face glanced at mine we
smelled the present that Cindy had airmailed to us. And we watched as she
scrambled the rest of the way out of the fort and crawled about four feet away.
She got into the proscribed squat and waited; the separated, hanging globes of
her ass presented for our review. A small sobbing grunt from Cindy and then
another ripping fart that we were able to watch. Her medium-pink anus opened
and closed to expel that air so fast that I almost missed it. Then as I
watched, her anus started to swell and get more round. The crenellations and
wrinkles of Cindy's lovely little butthole seemed to smooth out in preparation.
I glanced back at Edwin. His face was locked onto his wife's behind as she
grunted uncomfortably. And it was good. My cock, rampant from the first time
I had grabbed my little teacher to show her the error of her ways, was engorged
and it felt huge. I had to adjust it in my pants, it was so insistent.
Cindy's ass gaped still farther open; larger than Edwin or myself would have
dilated it with our cocks; and suddenly a ribbon of brown shit extruded to
greet the New World. It hung motionless at the entrance, until pushed forward
by the rest of it's length. It corkscrewed out of Cindy's ass; pulled down by
gravity, it formed a circular pile on the hard-packed earth between Cindy's
feet. And she groaned in embarrassment and despair. After the first ribbon
had extruded down for a few seconds, Cindy's anus neatly clipped it and it fell
into the neat pile. By that time, the smell had traveled the four feet or so
to our olfactory senses and Edwin and I involuntarily backed up a bit. Then
Cindy resumed, her asshole stretching anew as a similar play-dough roller of
shit extruded to form a circular second-story on her first pile. She was
sobbing and grunting softly now as her beautiful ass allowed the second escapee
to fall out of her. And then there was no more. Her backdoor hung ope n for a
few seconds; it's color dark pink now; and then her sphincter slowly closed and
the pretty little winkie slowly formed itself into something recognizable and
lovable.
Cindy edged forward another two feet to get clear of her pile. Falling forward
gently onto all fours she rested, still quietly crying for our benefit.
"Wipe her ass, Edwin. Use some leaves or something," I commanded her husband.
He looked stupidly at me for a moment, then back at his wife's behind. Then he
crawled out of our fort and rose creakily to his knees. He pulled a couple of
yellowing leaves off a scrub tree and knelt down at the rear of his crying
wife, careful not to kneel in her mess. "Do a good job," I urged him. He
spread her cheeks with one hand and wiped her bunghole with the other. There
wasn't much there; it had been a clean dump. The few leaves Edwin used were
enough. He tossed them away and look back at me. Waiting for my next command.
Good Edwin.
"Get back in here. Both of you. Then get naked. Except for your diaper,
Edwin."
Edwin waited patiently at his wife's ass until she got herself under control to
crawl back into the fort. He followed her, his face suspiciously close to her
backside as he crawled in just behind her. Back inside the fort, they fought
for undressing space; each doffing their remaining garments and spreading them
carefully on the cool ground like a blanket. Figuring they might be laying
down shortly and wanting something warm to lay on. Clever little supplicants.
Cindy pulled her sweatshirt over her head and I was once again blown away by
the generous tits stored inside that plain white brassiere. She pulled the bra
off and they swung free on her chest. Fantastic specimens. Edwin waited,
squatting like an Indian in a loincloth; his loincloth of course the white
diaper he was wearing.
"Edwin, did you do a good job wiping your wife's ass?"
"I... I think so. Yeah, I guess," my short, portly guidance counselor answered
nervously. I slid across the dirt floor of the fort from my wall to his and
sat down right next to him. "Cindy, kneel down with your ass facing us.
Spread your cheeks so we can see if Ed here did a good job wiping you."
Cindy Van Horn assumed the position and parted her cheeks with both hands, the
side of her head resting on the hard-packed floor of the fort. Edwin and I
idly inspected his handiwork. Yep, looked like a good job to me.
"Yeah, Ed, I'd have to say it passes the visual inspection. Hope it passes the
smell and taste test. Nuzzle on up between there Edwin. Tell me how her
crotch smells."
Edwin was frozen for just a second. Probably still uncomfortable giving in to
being submissive to me in front of his wife. And after all we'd been through
too... But then he kind of sidled forward and literally planted his nose into
Cindy's little pussy. His own diapered ass was uncomfortably close to me and I
moved away.
"Her crotch smells good," Edwin reported dutifully. Very uninspired.
"Smell that pissing she's been doing the last hour?" I demanded.
"Yeah, It kind of smells like that," Edwin admitted. I watched his nose
rubbing up and down her vaginal lips, and riding perilously close to her anus.
My pretty little teacher quiet as a lamb now as we discussed her personal
smells.
I prodded, "How about her asshole? It smell like she just took a dump?"
Edwin hesitated, almost theatrically I thought, "you want me to... smell it,
Damien?" he asked almost in a whisper.
"Only if you want to Ed. Only if you want." And I knew he would. I knew he
wanted to smell his wife's anus in front of a fifteen year old boy. I watched
his nose rise from her vaginal split and graze the rosebud of her anus. And
linger there. And inhale audibly. And report to me. "Yes it does smell a
little bit, Damien." He probably didn't want to hurt his wife's feelings.
Time for the corker. "How does it taste, Ed? Describe it to me." His tongue
darted out of his mouth and caressed the crater of his wife's anus. My
teacher's anus. He wet the thing down and then his tongue pressed into her,
the tip disappearing. Cindy Van Horn gasped audibly. Music to my ears.
"How's that feel, Cindy? Better than toilet paper?" I teased her.
"It's... fine, Damien. It's fine," she finished, all the piss and vinegar
apparently gone out of her.
"The taste, Edwin?" I reminded him.
"Very unusual. About what I'd expect. Kind of weird. Stinky," my counselor
reported. I'd have expected a better description from a guy with a masters
degree. But I was too horny to dwell on the poor quality of his report.
"Okay, Edwin, you lay down on those clothes. Cindy, you will be removing his
diaper for him and assessing him."
They moved in a confused twister-ballet in the confines of our fort. Edwin
settled himself on his back, his diaper-clad groin presented to Cindy and I.
Cindy moved reluctantly forward between his legs. She pulled the tape strips
securing his diaper and pulled the front down between his legs. His penis lay
inside rampant with the excitement. Edwin sure knew how to go along. "Smell
his cock, Cindy," I commanded.
Her face bent over into his crotch while her butt rose up in front of me. And
as I hurriedly removed my shoes and my pants, I spied her wet anus and hairless
pussy gaping slightly at me. I peered around her backside at my poor little
teacher smelling her husband's erect cock. To tell me if it smelled like
urine. "Well?" I demanded.
"It smells like pee. It doesn't smell right," she reported.
"How does it taste?" Her mouth opened and she took her husband in, without
protest or prevarication. She simply held him in her mouth loosely. I parted
her buttcheeks slightly until the clam of her vagina parted to allow me a
target. I pushed into her vagina. Buried myself in there. It wasn't dry. It
was plenty wet. I think my little teacher hadn't really minded being
man-handled and humiliated. "Suck him, Cindy." And I watched her get down on
him like she should. I luxuriated in the feeling of her warm, wet pussy.
Afraid to move too much lest I should cum. So I rested there awhile thinking
that Edwin hadn't contributed enough to the show.
Edwin lay there moaning and arching his hips, bent solely on his own pleasure.
It was too much. "Okay, Cindy. You lay down on the ground. On your back.
Edwin, crouch over her face with your cock facing her feet." Cindy didn't
dawdle on Edwin's penis. Her head came off his groin and she moved forward off
my cock in one motion, leaving us high and dry. She waited until Edwin grunted
his way into a sitting position and moved over to let her lie down. She eyed
us suspiciously. I nodded to Edwin and he placed his knees at her ears, her
face disappearing under his bulk. Her nose and mouth would be buried in his
scrotum and perineum. Edwin stroked his penis idly, ready to start doing
whatever I told him. I addressed them both.
"Now, Cindy. We've watched you do something you really didn't want to do. And
I appreciate your eventual cooperation on that. And you've taken two penises
into you, although neither one of us has cum yet. And all Edwin here has done
is lick your ass a little bit. Which I believe he didn't mind doing at all.
So I'm going to let you trade roles. Cindy, I'll need you to lick Ed's ass for
him. Don't protest or anything, all right? I'll need it nice and wet for when
I fuck him."
I couldn't even see Cindy's face under Edwin's bulk. But when I saw a shudder
of pleasure run through his hefty frame I knew my pretty little schoolteacher
was rimming her husband's asshole. I sat back on my haunches watching Edwin.
His eyes were closed and he rocked minutely over his little wife's face. I
gave him a minute and then pushed him in the back. He fell forward onto his
hands; his chunky ass rose off my teacher's pretty face. Her face was red. I
guess he hadn't been giving her much oxygen down there. Had not cut her any
slack at all. Oh well. I scissored my way over Cindy's face and spread
Edwin's buttocks. His large brown hole winked wetly at us.
"Okay, Cindy. Now you get to rest and watch. I'm going to drill your husband
now. He'll end up shooting his load on your stomach after my cock presses on
his prostate gland a few times. This will be the second time he's had me up
his ass. I don't think he minds it so much although I bet he'd rather that you
weren't here watching. Anyway, get ready to feel him squirt."
With that, I eased forward and pulled my Guidance Counselor's buttocks back
toward me. My little teacher's pretty face disappeared beneath us. I located
Edwin's anus by feel and pressed forward. He groaned in embarrassment and
discomfort as I pressed the battering ram to his backdoor. We fought together
for about ten seconds before I felt something give and I surged into his colon.
Edwin gasped loudly and tried to pull away from me. It gave me the chance to
assert my superior strength over him in front of his wife. I pulled his hips
hard towards me and buried my length inside him. I heard a sob catch in his
throat and then he dropped back onto his hands and knees like a good little
bitch. And I plugged him, drawing almost out and then pounding in. Ten hard
times. And it felt nice. Although I need to repeat that I'm not homosexual or
even bisexual. It's about Power. And the need to cum.
I had only been inside him about thirty seconds when I felt Cindy wiggling
beneath us. And I knew why. Edwin was shooting his seed onto his wife's
stomach with a fifteen year old boy buried up his ass. Then I went to town in
him, plowing him good and hard. I felt my orgasm approach and redoubled my
efforts; my penis a blur; an extra thrill when I separated from him and could
glimpse a piece of his wife's face below us. My cock looked pretty clean, so I
decided what to do next.
"Show's over, Cindy. When I pull out of Edwin, I want your mouth open to
receive me. Understand?" I didn't wait for an answer. I pulled out of Edwin
Van Horn's ass and pressed my cockhead down to Cindy. Her eyes were screwed
shut and her mouth was open in a horrified rictus. I could see every tooth in
her mouth plainly. It wasn't the most inviting orifice I could have imagined.
It looked far too toothy for my comfort. But my stiff cock never gave it a
second thought as I surged into her warm mouth and started pumping my semen
into her. I felt her lips close around my cock and I sawed between her
slightly opened jaws. It was a pain-pleasure feeling. I felt my Cindy gag on
my meat, fresh from her husband's ass. Not that she ever enjoyed semen either.
Oh well. I sunk lower onto her face. I swear my whole weight was suspended on
my cock as I slumped over her mouth, pushing my cock into that tooth trap. And
I jettisoned my load there, listening to her gag on me. Until I wa s through.
Finally, I heaved myself off her. Her eyes looked accusingly up at me. I
looked over at Edwin. He had been watching the show. I pulled away from both
of them. I looked at them.
"Cindy, you are a good girl. And you haven't come yet. So-"
"Yes, I did. I came," my pretty little schoolteacher said. "I came when you
forced yourself into my mouth."
"She did," Edwin added shakily. "She was rubbing her clit the whole time you
were... in me... and when you pulled out she started slapping her clit pretty
good. I'm surprised you didn't hear it. You were probably too busy damaging
me.
I stared at them. Such interesting people. "Well, my work is done then. I'm
going to get dressed and get out. I'll leave you some money in your
Expedition, Ed."
I dressed quickly. When I was ready to split I gave them the skinny on what I
had in mind.
"I want to thank you for today. It was wild. Next week, Monday through
Friday, I'll be stopping by before school. I plan to fuck Cindy every morning.
Understand?" They nodded, questions in their eyes, but silent for the moment.
Two weeks from today is the Final Exam." I let my words hang.
"What is the 'Final Exam', Damien?" Edwin asked worriedly. Asking for the both
of them.
It's the last day of this relationship. It's the day you two show me what
you've learned. If you pass, you get your money back. For Cindy, it'll be a
walk in the park. Ed, you better bring some running shoes."
"You always have to be cryptic, don't you?" Edwin said bitterly. Maybe his ass
was bothering him.
"I wish I could share my plans for Final Exam with you, but it would ruin the
shock value. It'll blow your mind, that's for sure. Anyway, I'm gone. Have a
nice wedding. I left the rest of the diapers for you two in case you want to
play. Ed, Cindy, I'll see you guys at seven in the morning on Monday for a
piece of ass. Good-bye" And I strolled jauntily homewards, my cock riding
stickily in my underwear. Stickily good, I mean, not stickily bad...
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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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