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Copyright (C) 1999, Shakespeare_I._Aint. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit, or on another website
without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by
writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.
Original posting date:
Friday AM, April 23, 1999
A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive,
Filename: teacher8.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com
Teacher Passes the Test,
Part 8 of 10,
Now That's Entertainment!
Written by Shakespeare_I._Aint
(m/MF, everything)
It was a chilly little Monday morning at o'dark-hundred hours when I jogged up
to my pretty little teacher's home. I trotted into the backyard and came to a
puffing stop near the window. This was Day One of my plan to nail my love
everyday for a week. Believe me, I was looking forward to it. I looked inside
the windows. I saw her husband, Edwin Van Horn, inside the kitchen bent over
unloading the dishwasher; looking all out of balance. No sign of my target. I
slowly walked around the home looking in the windows for any sign that Cindy
Van Horn was awake and waiting for my visit. I found no other activity in the
home. I tapped on the back door and waited for Edwin to let me in. He looked
like quite the apprehensive husband.
"She's still sleeping Damien. I was going to wake her up pretty soon. If
you'll have a seat, I'll get her," he said persuasively. I blew him off.
"Don't bother. This won't take long. I'll just go and get this done. Be back
in a few minutes. You just wait here." I gave him his marching orders. I
didn't want Edwin waiting in the wings watching while I fucked his pretty
little wife. I waited until he gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. I took my
jacket off and handed it to him. He took it dumbly. I kicked my Nikes off,
leaving them in the middle of the kitchen carpet. And I headed off to bury
myself in his wife.
The bedroom door was open and I slipped in noiselessly. My Cindy's soft
breathing confirmed that she was still asleep. Her small body formed gentle
curves under the covers of the large bed. I crossed over to her and quietly
removed my clothing. My cock was already rock hard and insistent that we move
forward on this project. I pulled the covers up and slid in eagerly. My
weight on the mattress woke her up and she peered groggily over at me. I
wasted no time clambering atop her with my legs between hers, my erection
poking at her pubis. I thrust impatiently like a schoolboy until my cock
caught at the entrance to her pussy and pushed itself into her dry hole. My
pretty little schoolteacher gasped in pain or discomfort. She wasn't totally
dry, but she wasn't wet with primitive lust for me either. I rested there a
moment feeling her little pussy gripping me. I smelled her morning breath and
pulled my face away from hers. I buried my face in the pillow next to her and
started to fuck her. My cock slid in and out of her just fine thanks, and the
minimum lubrication sped me to my climax. My Cindy just grunted at my hard
thrusts into her. My chest lay intentionally atop hers so that her big titties
rubbed against me.
After one minute, I was done. I jettisoned a load of spunk into her pussy and
came to a slick halt inside her, panting with my exertions. My prostate gland
was spasming painfully such was the load I had pumped into her. When the
discomfort subsided a bit, I pulled out of her and climbed out of bed. Her
eyes followed me with an unspoken violation. She wanted to revile me for
treating her like a cumbag whore. And I was glad I had fallen out of real love
for her because that was just what I had treated her like. My personal cumbag.
I dressed without either of us saying a word. She stared at me, but she didn't
say anything. For my part, I had already explained why I was there and I
didn't feel I should have to repeat myself. So I remained silent. When I was
dressed, I left the bedroom. Left the house after saying my good-byes to Edwin
who had looked at me so anxiously from his breakfast seat. I left.
On Tuesday morning, I tapped gently on the back door. Edwin let me in again.
He told me Cindy was in the bathroom. I strode through the house like I owned
it. The bathroom door was closed and locked. I knocked and waited.
"Edwin?" my little Cindy asked in alarm.
"Me," I said flatly.
About ten seconds went by before the door opened to me. The bathroom was
steamy. My pretty little schoolteacher was wrapped in a large pink towel. Her
short blonde hair was wet and plastered over her skull showing the fine bones
and skin of her face in sharp relief. Relief wasn't on her face though.
I had her lean over the sink while standing on another stack of towels to bring
her backside in line with my cock. I oiled up with some baby oil from the
closet and burrowed into her warm butt. It was much to her chagrin to judge
from the sounds she made while she accommodated me back there. A warm tight
rose glove and I loved it. As I came, I announced the fact loudly, pulling out
of her ass with an audible pop. An audible pop, I shit you not. And I
squirted onto her asscheeks and lower back. I used my penis to massage my
spend into her skin. I told her not to wash that off. I wanted to see her in
school with my semen dried on her sore ass.
In my Humanities class later that day, I shared a mysterious glance with my
pretty little teacher as she instructed us. She had just the tiniest smile,
maybe of embarrassment, on her face when our eyes met. She was sitting behind
her desk, but I would swear she jiggled her ass just the tiniest bit.
On Wednesday morning, I had my pretty little schoolteacher in the marital bed,
laying on her back and playing with her vibrator. She came with three of my
fingers jammed up her cunt and two up her butt. Her eyes were tightly closed
as she came. I felt the contractions and it was good. After she came, I
climbed atop her chest. I had her hold those magnificent funbags together and
I tit-fucked her. It was exquisite. With her head propped forward by a
pillow, I ran my cock through Tit Valley and into Warm Wet Gorge. It was
fantastic. Everything I'd dreamed about the first time I laid eyes on those
dugs. I held alternating stink fingers under her nose and watched her averted
eyes screw tightly shut in embarrassment. Knowing her dislike for anything
seminal, I jetted my fluids into her mouth, making her hold me inside there for
a few minutes before swallowing my gift. She didn't gag but I could tell she
hadn't gotten over her aversion to having billions of microscopic swimmers i n
her mouth. Or maybe it was simply a matter of taste.
On Thursday, I had a sit-down breakfast with Edwin at the kitchen table. A
rather novel experience for me, as I've always lived in the pandemonium-filled
and catch-as-catch-can group-home breakfast worlds where I rarely got leisure
to linger over a breakfast. Probably the nicest part of the meal, apart from
Edwin's sterling conversation, was my pretty little schoolteacher under the
kitchen table blowing me. Hands around my hips, mouth pressed over my flesh
pole, for about fifteen minutes before I allowed her to use her hands to assist
her. I had given her some syrup to help flavor my penis and it got to be a
highly erotic sticky mess down there. With her stroking and choking I finally
put my fork down and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down on my
groin. Oh, the feeling of that warm mouth on me. The gagging was inevitable
and I released some of my grip on her to allow her to breathe. I came and came
inside of her mouth, listening to her tiny pneumo-protests at my ass ault on
her. After a minute, I released her head and sat back. I went to school
smelling somewhat like maple syrup, with a wild sticky mess in my underpants.
I had to wash them out when I got back to my group home, lest I be questioned.
Such is the fate of an poor, friendless orphan, I guess.
On Friday morning, Edwin and I finally double-teamed his pretty little wife.
Edwin on his back and my pretty little teacher on top of him with his
manageable penis in her. Me behind her with my cock lodged firmly up her ass,
much to her dismay. Until her vibrator changed her discomfort into something
bearable and then pleasurable. I sawed into her and shot a quick load up into
her before withdrawing and wiping my slimy wang on her butt-cheeks. Then I
held her asscheeks open and watched my semen slowly leak out and down, onto
Edwin's legs as he fucked up into her. I watched her open anus snap shut ten
times like a sea anemone as she climaxed. I dressed as Edwin rolled her over
and did her missionary style. When he had finally shot off inside his wife and
lay panting and wheezing beside her, I addressed them both.
"Final Exams tomorrow. I will arrive at six in the morning. I need you guys
dressed and ready to go. Bring the sex toys in case I need them. Edwin, you
wear whatever you want. Cindy, you wear bicycle pants and a sports bra.
Lycra-spandex thing. Rustle up the last of your marijuana, you'll probably
need it. Questions?"
"Do you ever give a straight answer, Damien?" My little Edwin.
"That's a good question, Edwin. Now, any other questions?"
My pretty little schoolteacher looked up at me from the bed. I watched her big
titties as she spoke to me. Bad manners on my part, but damn.
"I'm afraid of what's going to happen tomorrow. I'm afraid you'll go too far
and we'll get caught. It is going to be public, isn't it?"
"You bet it is. Couldn't happen any other way," I said merrily.
"Oh God. Please Damien, let's just do something else. We can do something
here, maybe." Her voice was pleading.
"No, Cindy. No. You're already passed the top of the rollercoaster hill.
When I came up your butt a few minutes ago, you had already started to hurtle
down. You just didn't know it. You'll know it tomorrow. Oh what fun we'll
have!"
In class she had a bad day, losing her train of thought repeatedly during her
lecture. After class, several of her little cheerleader students stayed behind
to see if she was all right. She was all right. It was just a little case of
Test Anxiety.
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End of Teacher Passes the Test, Part 8 of 10, Now That's Entertainment!
by Shakespeare_I._Aint.
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TeacherPasses the Test Parts 1-10 by Shakespeare_I._Aint Copyright (c) 1998,
Shakespeare_I._Aint. ALL Rights Reserved
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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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