Message-ID: <25248asstr$963511814@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Path: not-for-mail
From: Butt Booger <dirtnap@altavista.com>
X-Original-Message-ID: <8kelta$qfe$11@nntp9.atl.mindspring.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Teacher Passes the Test Part Nine: Walk This Way Part by Shakespeare_I._Aint
Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2000 14:10:14 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25248>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, english
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, May 21, 1999
A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive,
Filename: teacher9.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com
Teacher Passes the Test,
Part 9 of 10,
Walk this Way,
by Shakespeare_I._Aint
(m/MF everything)
At o'dark hundred hours on Saturday moanin', I jogged from my poor abode to the
home of my tormented educators. I had told my silly foster-parents, the
McGwires, that I had volunteered with a bunch of "friends" to help out at a art
display in the City of Detroit and that I would be back that night. They
didn't have a problem with one of their charges being gone for the whole day.
They had other boys to worry about. Ones that couldn't be trusted as well as
they could trust me.
It was a chilly dark morning but it was supposed to warm up to around sixty
degrees today. Jogging through the gloom I couldn't imagine that happening.
But that El Nino thing had sure helped the Michigan weather because you could
never find sixty degrees in late November in this state.
I puffed into the backyard and did my customary surveillance before announcing
my presence. I saw my intended victims sitting at the kitchen table, idly
reading the morning newspaper. I could see the Weather Channel on the
television in the family room. Just like Edwin to tune in to see what he
should wear to Final Exams. I admired his plodding, practical way.
My pretty little schoolteacher glanced idly through the ads for women's
clothing and accessories. Her face was troubled and nervous as it should be.
I worked my way over to the back door. Instead of knocking, I let myself in.
Both their heads shot up to watch my entrance into their retreat.
"Morning," I said affably. They stared at me mutely. And glanced suspiciously
at the knapsack strung over my teenage shoulders. Interested people.
"We'll catch some breakfast on the road. We've got a nice drive in front of us
and we need to get going. I'll lay the ground rules down once we are on the
road. Let's go," I ordered. Edwin slowly shuffled heavily to his feet,
dispair and defeat written in his poor posture. He was wearing a pair of blue
jeans and a rather nice plaid flannel shirt. Comfortable hiking boots. My
pretty little teacher arose. She was wearing the tight, lycra-spandex black
sports bra and black bicycle pants I had requested. The left a large expanse
of her flawless abdomen exposed to view. Her 28 year old body was plenty
tight. Oh my pretty little teacher. But I did note that she had put panties
on under those tight pants. And the hem-lines stood out vulgarly. I guessed
we'd fix that situation later.
And so it went that we piled uncomfortably into Edwin's big comfortable white
Ford Expedition. Edwin driving and my pretty little teacher and I riding in
the back seat. Just before we backed out of the driveway I hopped back out and
went back into the house to do a little business. When I returned to my
anxious couple I directed Edwin to head out to Krispy Kreme Donuts near the
highway. We rode in silence. When we got there, neither one wanted to go into
the store with me so I bought us some doughnuts and bagels using only my own
sense of taste as a guide. I also bought coffee for my people and a hot
chocolate for myself. I didn't like the taste of coffee and in a group home
hot chocolate is a highly prized commodity usually reserved only for
foster-parents. Back inside the gloom-mobile I passed out the goodies and
started in some warm-up activities to keep the ride from getting boring.
"Okay, I hope you guys are ready for the Final Exam. Edwin, head north up the
interstate for awhile. It'll take a couple of hours to get there. And try not
to speed too bad. We can't afford to be pulled over. Cindy, put your coffee
down for a minute and crawl over into the front seat. Take Ed's boots off.
Then take his pants off. Make him more comfortable. Go."
And I sat back and watched her troubled face work and her mouth open to enter a
protest. I had to love this woman. Her constant attempts to win concessions.
What a negotiator she could be.
"Damien," she said in her low silky way, "how about we just hold off until we
get to where we're going? It'll be more exciting for us that way. The
anticipation I mean?" Her pretty face beamed at me; her eyelashes batted at
me.
"Oh, Cindy. What a poor start you're making today," I answered sadly. I could
see Edwin sit up nervously behind the wheel, his wide eyes straying to the rear
view mirror. I continued. "What your Examiner had been looking for was signs
of obedience. Your attempt to haggle over the terms of a simple assignment....
well, it just doesn't speak well of you." I watched my little Cindy's face go
from confusion and move right into fear. She didn't know what to do. She
glanced up at her husband for help. He averted his gaze immediately and
studied the road.
"Cindy, here's a make-up question. What can you do to make up for your willful
attitude?"
"I... I don't know, Damien," she cried out, flustered and under pressure, her
eyes going big and watery.
"You better think of something," I warned her mildly, smiling my gentle smile.
"Let me... let me.... I don't know... I don't know!" she cried real tears now.
I put my hot chocolate into one of the cupholders in this fantastic vehicle.
"Lean over the front seat, Cindy. In front of me."
She cried softly, eyeing me all the while. "What are you going to do?"
"Do I have to tell you?" She shook her head quickly and slid over towards me.
She ducked over the back of the front seat, her spandex-clad ass in my field of
vision, her top half spilling down the front seat. Good thing the Expedition
had tinted windows or the other motorists would be curious. I wasted no time.
I grabbed the top of Cindy's bicycle pants and peeled them and those offending
panties right off her backside, exposing her wonderful white ass to my view.
Cindy squealed in mortal terror. As well she should.
"Okay, people. One more time I go over this. This is Exam Day. You do what I
say when I say to do it. Get through the day and I give you guys your money
back. Fuck this up and I don't know what I'd have to do with the two of you.
But I'll be damned if I'm going to spend the next two hours in this car
teaching a Teacher how to behave. I thought that lesson was learned on Day
One. So it's ten hard ones on the ass for you Cindy and my sincere hope that
you can perform at a higher level in the future." And I brought alternating
hands down on Cindy's fleshy taut globes. Real loud slaps that stung my hands
and made them swell just from the impact. Ten hard ones. And my teacher
yelped and cried out after each strike; her hands making mad little dashes one
after the other to try to protect her butt from the discipline, each time
remembering at the last instant to pull away and not arouse my anger further by
blocking my access to her ass. After ten strikes, I rested, my hands warm and
tingling; my teachers beautiful ass a hodgepodge of pink and white. Her sobs
loud in the Expedition. Her husband barely able to keep in one lane, his eyes
constantly flicking into the rear view mirror to check out the action. "Keep
us on the road please, Edwin." He started guiltily and then stared blandly
forward.
For my part, I grabbed Cindy's buttocks and played with them, kneading and
pushing and pulling them open until I could see her round little brown butthole
and her dark pink slit. I leaned forward and buried my face in her smells
hearing her sharp gasp of surprise. And oh, she smelled like a woman that
morning. A woman who had taken a nervous dump before her tormentor arrived.
Her butthole had a sharp, tangy odor clinging to it. So I retreated,
inspecting it from afar. It looked clean enough. With one hand separating
each cheek I ordered my pretty little teacher to sing a particular song while I
manipulated her ass so that her butthole would appear to be doing the singing.
My little teacher stopped her sobbing and started to sing in a small choking
voice.
"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, Ninety-nine bottles of beer, If one
of those bottles should happen to fall Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the
wall."
"Next verse," I ordered breezily. And I only made her go down to "ninety
bottles of beer on the wall" while I watched the show her brown winking asshole
provided with it's lip-synching ability. And I know my teacher was badly
embarrassed to be singing next to her husband while a fifteen year old held her
ass in both hands while pretending her nether hole was singing to him. After I
allowed her to stop I wetted my left index finger in my mouth and slowly buried
it in my Teacher's backside. She groaned in discomfort and I burrowed in. It
was warm and gripping up there. I moved my finger around in it's tight
confines and I was rewarded with additional groans from my little Cindy.
Edwin's face was once more buried in the rear view mirror. So I pulled my
stinkfinger out of Cindy and regarded it. No obvious shit on it, but it seemed
different than it was when it went in. And it reeked. I pushed Cindy's ass
away from me.
"Get in the front seat now, Cindy. I'll hand you your coffee." After she
clambered over the seat into the front of the vehicle and turned to face me
suspiciously, I uncapped her coffee and stirred it for her. Using my left
index finger. And she knew. She knew as I handed her the coffee where that
particular digit had been. As I watched with my most expectant face she slowly
raised the cup to her lips and took a nice sip. A bit of a grimace on her
face. But quietly and without protest. As it should be.
"Okay. Let's get back on schedule. Cindy, I believe I told you to get Edwin's
boots and pants off him. So do that. Then take your pants and those silly
panties all the way off. Edwin, for God's sake keep between the lines."
"Okay, Damien," my guidance counselor answered dutifully as his pretty little
wife ducked down to remove his hiking boots. I heard them hit the floorboards
as she tossed them to her side of the large luxury vehicle. Then undoing the
belt, snap and zipper of his trousers she laboriously dragged them down his
pale flaccid legs. Edwin assisted her as best he could, raising his large ass
off the seat. Finally, my guidance Counselor sat there in his flannel shirt
and white underpants, his stubby penis jutting straight up in excitement.
Trying to drive as though he wasn't half naked. My pretty little teacher ill
at ease in the front seat her bottom half naked.
At my suggestion, Cindy loaded a pipeful of the remnants of their precious
marijuana and we sparked it up. We cracked the windows open so as not to choke
on the thick, sweet smoke. And slowly we got buzzed on caffeine, sugar and
dope as we headed up the highway. I sat in an increasingly comfortable silence
until my educators interrupted my thoughts.
Where are we going, Damien? Will you tell us?" Edwin Van Horn asked in a
nicely submissive voice. Hoping not to piss me off. I decided to tell them
enough to worry them. Anticipation is such a wonderful tool.
"Edwin, Cindy, we're going to Groper State Park up on Lake Huron. I was there
once as a kid with a family I stayed with. Wonderful place, I'll never forget
it. Especially after today." I waited for their response. It wasn't long in
coming. My pretty little teacher turned and searched my face as she spoke.
"What are you going to make us do, Damien? That's what we're worried about.
We don't want to get into trouble and we're afraid we'll get caught. Arrested
or something. Get fired from the school. Understand? That's why we're
asking, honey..." The first time she had ever called me anything but "Damien".
Kinda cool. Almost motherly. Except for the nervousness in her voice. But
that was nice too. And I was rather glad my short-lived puppy love had worn
off. It made today easier.
"Okay, my two lovely educators. I'll tell you more about what's going on
today, although I hate to let the cat out of the bag. Groper State Park has a
nice trail system. There's one trail that I remember--it's about four miles
long and runs partly along Lake Huron and a few feeder rivers. It's perfect
for me and Cindy to walk on and play a few games every now and then."
My Guidance Counselor, worriedly, "What about me Damien? I wait in the car?"
His eyes regarded me in the rear view mirror.
I grinned. "You wish. No, Edwin, you'll be walking with us. Except that
you'll be off the trail and in the woods a little bit. The better to hide the
fact that you'll be naked except for your underpants and your shoes.
Edwin and Cindy did a nice theatrical gasp for me. Edwin turned three shades
of red before he finally croaked, "Damien... do I have to do this... can't we
just do something else?"
"No we can't," I answered, "because this feels so right. Edwin in the woods.
Me and Cindy on the trail. We meet up every so often and visit some type of
perversion on one of you. Hopefully, Edwin doesn't get spotted and blow the
whole deal. We might end up having to leave him and pick him up somewhere
besides the parking lot. Think about it. The drama, the action, the sex.
This little scheme has it all. And you want to change it? Shame on you, Edwin
Van Horn."
I watched their dubious faces as they exchanged sympathetic glances with each
other. Time for the coup de grace, although I didn't know how to put that
accent thingy over "coup". I opened my brown paper bag and removed their Sony
mini-cam. A videocamera I had ignored even though I knew they owned one.
"We'll be filming parts of today's activities so you guys can relive your
finest hours later. If for some reason this little outing should fail, I would
retain the videotape. I hope you understand."
I rolled tape. I had Cindy pack another pipe and light it up. Pass it around.
I filmed Edwin in his underwear driving. With a stubby hard-on. Smoking
marijuana. Then I turned on Cindy and made her spread her legs and play with
herself for posterity. I handed her the vibrator and filmed her masturbating
in the front seat until she made slight grunts in orgasm. I also made her bury
fingers in her gash and then suck on them for the camera. I thought she would
whine or cry but she didn't. She had quite a grimace on her face and I believe
I saw her gag. Oh, it was really cool, and my own cock was turgid in my pants.
In another forty-five minutes, we rolled off the freeway and headed east
towards the park which was nestled on the sandy shores of Lake Huron, one of
the Great Lakes. It covered almost 2000 acres with over two miles of
shoreline. Since we didn't have an annual sticker on the windshield, we pulled
over short of the entrance and I allowed my captives to dress themselves. Then
we rolled up to the entrance and paid our four bucks to get in. It was almost
nine in the morning and the sun was shining to beat the band. The air still
had a chill in it though. I had Edwin drive us around the park and parking
areas for awhile to give me an idea of how the place was laid out. While I was
formulating my final plans and letting the world warm up, my pretty little
teacher told us she had to go "potty".
"Pull over to the shoulder, Edwin. Cindy has to take a piss," I ordered.
Edwin pulled over to the gravel shoulder of the road and waited like a good
chauffeur. Cindy turned red. "No, take me to the bathroom. There was one in
that parking area awhile back. I'll go there," she said unsteadily. I watched
the slight glassy redness of her eyes. She was stoned from smoking dope. And
I knew she would do what I told her to do.
"Edwin, do you think I'm going to let your wife go and use the bathroom? I
asked.
"No, but I wish you would do something. I have to use... I mean, you know...
it's the time of the morning when I usually go," Edwin finished weakly.
"Of course, how insensitive of me," I remarked in my own inimitably smartass
way. "Turn into the next parking area."
A few more minutes and we pulled into "Lakeview Trail South Parking." The
parking lot was buried a hundred yards off in the woods. It was a nicely paved
affair with room for about 100 cars. It currently held about six including
ours. Up a short trail I could see the building which held the bathrooms and
trail information exhibits. A sixty foot swath of grass separated the paved
parking area from the treeline of the surrounding woods. Perfect. No one was
moving around; presumably they had already hit the trail. I had Edwin pull in
fairly close to the rest of the vehicles. The air in the vehicle was charged
with electricity as we pulled in and parked. I glanced at their faces; each
held a nice healthy dose of tension. The sky overhead was clear; the sunlight
was dappled in these woods as it slowly warmed up.
"Turn the engine off and hand me the keys, Edwin," I murmured from the
backseat. Edwin complied in his slow and cumbersome way. He turned and handed
me the keys. Both he and my pretty little teacher were turned in their seats
watching me. I took the keys and pocketed them solemnly. Then I told Edwin to
strip down to boots and underwear. I could see the stress on his face and he
considered balking.
"Open your door, Edwin," I commanded as I jumped out the backseat and worked my
way around to the driver's side door. As I approached Edwin opened his door to
me. I stood in the doorway and regarded Edwin's chubby, scared face. "C'mon
Edwin, it's time to perform." And finally, my Guidance counselor started to
slowly remove his boots, socks, shirt, and finally his pants. He hurriedly
ducked low to replace his boots. His wife's face was expressionless as she
watched. When Edwin Van Horn finally sat there in his underwear and boots I
gave him his marching orders.
"Eddie, you are going to take a shit. Right where we can see you. Cindy will
be your lookout and will run some napkins out to you when you're ready for
them. When you're finished Cindy and I will take the trail around the park.
You'll be paralleling us off the beaten path, Edwin. Understand?" Edwin
gulped and nodded. "Cindy, for right now I need you to take your stretch pants
off. You'll start the festivities for all of us by racing out into "no man's
land" out there and taking your piss. Here's a napkin." I handed her a Krispy
Kreme napkin and she took it dumbly, her eyes wide with fear now that the onus
was on her. She slowly peeled the black lycra bicycle pants down her flawless
legs and over her small Nikes, glancing fearfully around as she did. My cock
surged again in my pants. Her light blond pussy hair was starting to grow in
and it was nice--I liked the definition. I walked around the front of the
vehicle and opened her passenger-front door. She cowered inside, s mall and
insignificant, and I strongly considered just climbing onto her and fucking her
right then and there. But I finally backed away and waited for her to spring
into action. She peered around the parking lot like a frightened jackrabbit
for almost a minute. Then all of a sudden, she bounded gracefully out of the
vehicle past me and skittered into the middle of the grass. The sun fell fully
upon my pretty little teacher as she squatted low; her eyes closed and her
napkin clasped tightly in her hand. For about twenty seconds nothing happened
and even I was nervously looking around and back again when suddenly her
floodgates opened and a heavy stream of urine struck the ground under my pretty
little teacher. She pissed long and hard, knocking loose blades of dead grass
and small pebbles out the way. Grunting continuously until her flow trickled
off. My teacher was already wiping her pussy as she arose and by the time she
was standing straight up, she had let go of the napkin and was sprinting back
to the safety of the Expedition. Edwin and I watched open-mouthed. She
clambered in and shut her door loudly, gasping, crying and laughing with relief
at the same time. She hugged Edwin tightly and I felt that irritating twinge
of jealousy again. Finally, she let go and they regarded me.
"Tough act to follow, Edwin, but do your best. You're up. Go," I advised him.
And I swear this out-of-shape little guy actually squared his shoulders and
buried his chins in his chest. He looked almost casually around, and then
bounced out of the vehicle and lumbered over into the short grass. He took a
squat. Almost the instant we could see his asshole, we could tell he was
taking a shit. His asshole widened and a log was falling from Edwin to earth.
I slid up into the Expedition with Cindy as we watched. Her eyes were locked
on her husband's performance out on the grass. She barely noticed my left hand
when I slid two fingers in between her legs. And into her warm cunt. Then she
moaned and slid her hips forward a bit to accommodate me.
And while Edwin groaned and shit in the short grass, I fingered my pretty
little teacher, sucking my fingers and driving them back deeper into her. Her
with a nice buzz from our little smoke. Until I noticed Edwin waving
frantically with one hand in our direction.
"Time to wipe, Mrs. Van Horn. Run him out some napkins, " I ordered placing
several in her hands. She opened that big car door and flitted out nimbly, her
spectacular ass still slightly mottled from my earlier abuse. She no sooner
placed those napkins in hubby's hands than she was running back to the safety
of the vehicle. I watched Edwin wipe himself and discard the napkins on the
grass before he stood heavily and pounded back to our ride. He tore the door
open and slipped inside, gasping with exertion and an adrenaline rush. I
couldn't waste any no further time. I unzipped my jeans and fished my rampant
penis out of my underpants. My cock stuck straight up my belly. I had Edwin's
attention.
"Cindy, lay down on the bench seat with your legs towards me," I urged
insistently. As Cindy turned and lay passively down on the bench seat she
spread her legs to me like a good little teacher. I grabbed her legs and
pulled her towards me. Her head slid off Edwin's meaty thigh and bounced
lightly on the leather seating. "You're going to be leaking when we walk the
trail," I warned her almost good-naturedly. With that I rubbed my jeans-clad
groin down against her until I knew the lay of the land. I advanced the
tiniest bit into her wet vagina and then bull-rushed forward. Cindy gasped, if
not at my length, than at my zipper pounding at the lips of her pussy.
"Edwin, if you want to come, you can beat off onto her forehead and into her
hair if you want," I grunted. And my stubby Guidance Counselor didn't waste
any time considering what a poor alternative to coitus he had been granted.
Instead, He swiveled around and got up on his knees on the seat and maneuvered
until his cock dangled over his pretty little wife's face and he commenced to
stroking himself.
For my part, I was far too excited to provide the five or ten minutes of hard
fucking that the movies had taught me to accept as the standard. It was really
odd to be fucking a woman, naked from the waist down, who was wearing dainty
little tennis socks and tiny Nike shoes. Highly unusual, something you just
don't see. I was practically beating off inside of Cindy anyway. She was
pretty well pinned down on the seat by her husband and I and I knew she was
receiving sensations, but nothing that would send her to orgasm. But she was
warm and inviting and in no time I started squirting inside her. I believe
that she knew when I voided into her because her eyes, which had been closed
against the threat of Edwin shooting into her face, opened and focused
thoughtfully on me in the moments of vulnerability when I was cumming. And I
laid a nice white trail in her for others to follow.
I couldn't slump over onto her and rest a few minutes because Edwin was beating
himself furiously and I didn't want to get caught in the line of fire. So I
rested on my arms, buried in my teacher-love, while we waited for her chubby
little husband. We didn't wait long. He grunted and a robe of his nacreous
sperm landed on her beautiful blonde bangs. His second, third and fourth shots
landed farther back on her head and he rubbed himself back and forth in her
short hair to complete his come.
"Work it in, Edwin," I ordered, and he immediately lent his right index finger
to the task of transferring his goo from his wife's forehead back into her
hair, taking his time and gently and evenly working the spend onto her.
Cindy's eyes were closed. She was resting, waiting for me to abandon her
crotch so she could tend to herself. Probably wondering how she had gotten
into this mess. I reached the dashboard and grabbed a napkin and placed it
into her left hand. Then I backed out of her and watched her left hand snake
unerringly to her crotch to blot up my spunk as it tried to escape her. I put
my wet wrinkled warrior back into his cage and zipped him up. Edwin backed off
and Cynthia Van Horn, educator and good wife, sat up in the front seat, her
hair slightly wet with semen and a napkin between her exquisite legs. She
seemed slightly embarrassed for some reason.
I hopped out of the passenger side and re-entered the backseat. My two
educators regarded me silently. The interior of the vehicle smelled like sex.
It was cool.
"Cynthia, put your shorts back on. You'll still leak a little, but that's
okay. Edwin, I'm going to check out that trail info thing up at the bathrooms.
You guys smoke a bowl; when I get back we get started. Understand?" He
nodded, his demeanor seemed very accepting and I was grateful for that. I got
out and walked slowly up the slight hill to the bathroom building. It seemed
warm enough out here in the sun to get my plan going and I was ready although
having fucked once already, the edge was off and I could effect my plans more
leisurely now. The posted trails map on the wall didn't add much to my wealth
of knowledge. It simply related that I had my choice of three trails, the
longest of which was the Lakeview Trail we were parked at. The trail was five
miles long and ran through the woods and for a time, within several hundred
feet of a cooling Lake Huron. The trail was a loop that "started" for want of
a better term, here at the parking lot. I went inside the men's bathr oom just
to look around, then returned to my lovely victims. Twenty feet from the
vehicle I caught the burnt tang of marijuana. These two really could smoke
weed. I hopped back into the backseat. The vehicle smelled like Woodstock and
my educators seemed be very relaxed and mellow.
"Cindy, you ready to go?" I asked.
She blushed and nodded. "This is so embarrassing," my Cindy whispered.
"But it makes you kind of hot, don't it?" I pressed eagerly. She hung her head
and nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Edwin? Your time to shine you know..."
"I'm ready," he said quietly looking out towards the trail.
"Good. You're first out. We'll meet you at the start of the trail. Go."
And our stout Guidance Counselor took one more glance around the parking lot.
Then he began to pant heavily, psyching himself up for the run. The driver's
door shot open and Edwin ambled heavily out, his white underwear shining
crazily in the November sunshine as he crashed heavily into the woods. I
jumped out of the car and grabbed my knapsack then opened Cindy's door and held
my hand out for her. She looked at me quizzically for a second then took my
hand. I helped out of the vehicle. She stood stonily blinking in the warm
sun, the white-muscled expanse of her abdomen gleaming in the light. Her
magnificent breasts, those two in a million breasts, so huge on such a small
frame; those breasts that had only been whipped once in her life; they hugged
her frame under that sports top like only two grapefruits could. Her slim hips
also clad in black spandex; her perfect heart-shaped ass, whose depths I had
penetrated gratefully, hung off her as the perfect back porch. I nodded appr
oval almost involuntarily and she caught me. She gave the embarrassed little
shrug of a little wife who knows she's built but can't help it. But hell, for
my part, I told myself, I looked pretty hot for a fifteen year old boy. I had
a nice cock, slim hips, and nice abs too. Cindy had told me herself (after I
dragged it out of her) that I was "young and tight". So we made a nice pair.
Like a boy and his young Aunt or something, I told myself. I nodded towards
the start of the trail and we walked quietly away from the Expedition and
towards the rest of the Final Exam.
======================================================================= Chapter
Two: I didn't know Sasquatches wore Fruit of the Loom Underwear
=======================================================================
And so my "Aunt", my teacher, my puppy-love, my three orificed cum-whore, the
tender target of my angers, and I walked down the trail and through the woods.
Off on the start of our four mile journey. Since no one was around I held out
my hand and Cindy, after looking around shyly, took it. We strolled easily
down the eight foot wide paved path, glancing off casually as we walked into
the woods. And the forest was strangely silent empty of birdsong here in late
November; the leaves carpeting the ground the trees naked black giants. And a
portly man in his underwear trying to sneak through them. Crunching every
other twig under his booted feet; his pale skin gleaming in our peripheral
vision.
Within minutes, we heard an additional sound. A couple of people coming
towards us. We dropped the hand holding thing and advanced. The other couple,
in their mid-thirties, passed us heading back towards the parking lot. They
broke off their conversation to say hello to us. The woman's eyes passed over
my adolescent form appraisingly before moving on to my pretty little teacher.
I watched her grip on her husband's hand tighten in dismay as she saw my
teacher's clinging lycra-spandex clothes, so inappropriate around such an
impressionable child as I. And the husband's eyes had alit upon Cindy's
wonderful chest and did not leave it until he felt his wife's hand tighten on
his. And I drank in the woman's disapproval and the man's jealousy. My pretty
little teacher seemed to shrink into herself. We strode away from them and my
teacher finally broke the silence.
"That was horrible. I feel like a whore. Did you see how they looked at me?"
My sad little Cindy.
"Yeah. It was wild. That guy really wanted you. And that lady looked like
she wanted to kill you."
"She knew. She knows what's going on here. I could see it in her eyes. She
wanted to say something to me, I just know it."
"She just thinks you're a slut. That's how you feel anyway, right? So what's
the difference?", I said carelessly. I stopped Cindy on the path and held
her tightly. My hands crept around behind her to grasp her ass. I pulled her
into my groin and rubbed myself on her. "It makes you feel slutty right?
Walking around here with extremely tight clothes and your abdomen showing?
With a fifteen year old? Makes you kind of tingly when you're singled out for
humiliation like that woman gave you?" Cindy blushed and looked away.
"A little," she finally admitted. "It's...different....I've always had a bit
of an exhibitionist streak I guess. And the humiliation thing--which you
certainly bring with you--makes it kind of hot too... When that woman stared
at me, I felt like my body temperature went up about twenty degrees. Like she
was roasting me with her eyes. Even when they were coming at us my vagina was
getting so wet I thought they would smell me. It made me hot."
I let her go, my mind swimming. It was getting time that I shot another load,
so when I saw a small sidepath off to the left of the trail, I pulled my Cindy
down it and into the forest primeval. We could hear the awkward movement of
our albino Sasquatch in the woods as he approached. Sweat gleamed on his pale
white skin. His gut hung out hugely probably because he was too tired to make
any effort to hold it in. Edwin's eyes were bright with excitement and
exertion. He came to rest in our clearing and tripoded his hands on his knees
and breathed heavily for a minute before he spoke. We waited, interested in
this pudgy man with a boner in his underpants..
"Those people almost caught me," he gasped. "They stopped and were looking in
the woods where I was hiding. They heard me. If that guy had walked twenty
feet in he'd have spotted me. I was hiding behind the only big tree around.
These white underpants really stick out," he finished breathlessly. He looked
around the small clearing and then at us. "What are we doing here? I need a
break anyway. My heart's going a mile a minute."
"We'll rest here for a couple of minutes then for you Ed," I said amiably.
There was a blown-over tree on one side of the small clearing and I made my way
over to it and set my backpack down. Cindy stood uncertainly watching both her
husband and I. When I judged Edwin wasn't going to fall over with a massive
myocardial infarction, I cleared my throat. My educators looked over at me.
"Cynthia, Edwin. We've stepped off the beaten path for a few minutes to put
you through your paces so to speak. In this instance, Ed, I recall that your
little lady has never seen you perform fellatio on me. I know we told you
about it Cindy but you've never seen it live. So, Edwin, if you'll step this
way you can drop to your knees and get started. Don't forget, I've been in
your wife, so if I smell funny it's her fault." Edwin stood stock still, not
looking at either of us. Cindy looked worriedly between the two of us.
"Cindy, do you have any problems or concerns about Edwin if he gives me some
head? Would you have a major problem dealing with that?", I asked. Edwin's
head came up like a horse's as he regarded his wife. Cindy looked worriedly
over at him. "No, Damien, I've told you. I love my husband and nothing will
change that. If that's what has to happen to pass the test then whatever."
Edwin looked like he needed some more encouragement before he subjugated
himself to a fifteen year old boy in front of his wife. I reached into the
backpack and pulled out the videocamera and motioned Cindy over to me. I
handed the videocamera to the pretty little teacher and waved her back.
"Edwin, our little scene will be videotaped. Pretty cool, huh? Cindy, start
rolling tape." When I saw the light go on and the camera turn in my direction,
I set the scene.
"We're here at the Groper State Park on the Lakeview Trail. Edwin, Cindy and I
have gotten off the beaten path for awhile so that Edwin can bury his face in
my groin for a few minutes. At my request. Let the record show that Edwin is
neither homosexual or bisexual by nature and that his compliance here today is
made necessary by other considerations. Having said that, it is my hope that
his sucking me in front of his wife will awaken something inside him and that
this video will become even more entertaining. Without further ado, Cindy, if
you'll swing the camera to Ed--that's it--okay. By the way, Edwin has been
walking in the woods in his underwear. Quite the thrill for him. Edwin, at
this point, I want you to approach me and suck my cock in front of your wife.
Will you do that?"
Edwin stared at the camera and over at me with a dazed look on his face.
Finally, he muttered, "Yes, Damien."
"Come here, Edwin."
Cindy swung the camera as her husband shambled over towards me. When we stood
about two feet apart, I lowered my shorts and underwear to the ground in one
fell swoop and stepped out of them. My cock raged in the cool air and danced
in four/fifths time to the beating of my heart. In my peripheral vision I
could see Cindy move in closer to the action. I backed up a bit and seated
myself along the length of the fallen log. The bark was rough and I had to sit
down carefully. My cock jutted up stiffly and I used my cock muscles to wave
it obscenely for the benefit of the camera. I was ready and I waved Edwin down
from his slump-shouldered standing position. Standing in his underwear and
boots, my stout Guidance Counselor kind of just dropped to his knees. With
what could be construed as either a hysterical short laugh or a sharp cry of
anguish he grasped my cock with his right hand and lowered his mouth down upon
it. I felt his warm, wet bearded mouth envelope and hold me for a mi nute. It
was quite luxurious in there. Then Edwin started to suck and move his face up
and down my shaft. It was a toothy ride from an amateur. Not his best work.
Not like the time I kicked his ass and made him blow me in the garage. Or the
time in his basement when he was filling in for his absent wife. But I was too
excited to care enough to tell him to ease up on the teeth. And Cindy
jockeying around with the camera trying to catch every angle of this event
didn't help my stamina anyway. So I sat there and let Edwin fellate me in
front of his wife. After a few minutes, I made him pay long licking attention
to my balls and scrotum. Cindy practically burrowed the camera into us to film
her husband as I made him lift and tongue the underside of my balls. That's
such an exquisite feeling. While he performed those ablutions on my body I
began to stroke my cock until I felt the sap rise close to the surface.
"I'm going to come now, Edwin. I know that the "money shot" makes for good
theater in the porno industry, but I'm going to empty myself into you. You may
swallow at will, sir." Stroking myself to the release point, I grabbed Edwin's
blocky head and forced myself into this mouth. I felt his teeth lock in a grim
rictus of denial as I mashed myself into his gullet. And I pumped my semen
into him, feeling him shudder. But he didn't gag and his mouth loosened and
went soft and warm around me as I spasmed further inside his mouth. I had a
hand cupping his throat to hold him in place and I felt his Adam's apple bob
several times as he swallowed to get the taste of Damien North out of his
mouth. When I was finally done, I released my hold on his head and he backed
up onto his haunches.
"Good job, Edwin," I said, impressed by his performance. He nodded glumly.
"C'mon, Ed. Don't be a gloomy Gus. When this day's over you're going home
with Cindy, and all I'll have is memories. Don't fret over a little blowjob
between friends. Tell you what--since I see you still got a raging hard-on,
Cindy will take care of that for you."
I walked over to Cindy, who was still filming us and took the camera from her.
I trained it on her face and chest and reached my left hand out to partially
lift and stroke one of the captive mammaries on her chest. "What do you say,
Cindy? You're man needs a little pick-me-up. So if you'll just lay down on the
ground here, Edwin will straddle your head and 'fuck your face' if you don't
mind me being so vulgar. You'll swallow his seed won't you? To make him feel
better? You would do that for him wouldn't you?" My Cindy looked positively
stricken. She stared directly into the camera's eye like it was a live cobra
that was going to bite her. She flinched when I rolled my thumb over her
clothed nipple. I could tell the humiliation thing was working pretty well.
Capturing her shame on video only made it better. Mrs. Cynthia Van Horn
remained speechless, humiliated but hot.
"If you can't answer then just go do it," I ordered her softly. She turned and
walked to Edwin, then laid down gently on the dry leaves and grasses of the
clearing. "Edwin, strip." Edwin pulled the underpants off and kicked them
off. He was standing naked in his boots, his smaller cock pointing straight
out in front of him. He went to the feet of my pretty little teacher and then
walked himself up her form until he was straddling her neck and face. Then he
lowered himself slowly to his knees. His knees were just above her shoulders
as he planted them into the ground. His gut tended to obscure my filming so I
dropped to a sitting position next to Cindy's right side. Edwin's penis
rested against his wife's lips. "Rub your cock on her lips, Ed" And he began
to rub himself against his wife's beautiful face. And I caught it on film.
"Okay, Teacher. I need you to start sucking your husband. When he comes, you
can swallow his goo. Go." Cindy's mouth popped open and Edwin in serted
himself in there. Her mouth closed against him and the cocksucking began in
earnest. I filmed it idly, my cock relaxed in my lap; the cool ground chilling
my ass. On inspiration, I reached down to Cindy's crotch and rubbed; her
pelvis rose hard to meet my hand. I gave her crotch a nice massage for awhile
while I filmed. When I became bored and slightly irritated by Ed's inability
to finish, I took charge as a good Director should.
"Cindy, moisten a finger and work it up Ed's ass." Her hand disappeared behind
Ed's heaving bulk, towards her face, and then catching a break in Ed's rhymic
assault on her mouth, the hand reappeared. She worked her right index finger
between Edwin's hairy ass and having found a proper place, pushed slightly.
Edwin's ass moved forward to lessen the discomfort of the intruder. I slid out
from Cindy's side for the next direction. "Put that finger back in your mouth,
Mrs. Van Horn. Make it more wet." Cindy pulled her finger out of her husband
and I filmed the dirty digit entering her mouth. Edwin rested panting above
her face. Cindy's eyes were tightly closed as she wet her finger. I followed
that finger as it reinserted itself in Edwin Van Horn's backside as he began
stroking into her mouth again. His ass moved a jackhammer as he fucked is
wife's face--I wouldn't have been surprised if he bruised her lips. He was
that insistent on coming. Poor middle-aged guy couldn't rise to the occasion
again as fast a boy like me could. I gave him another thirty seconds and then,
"Wet two fingers, Mrs. Van Horn. Put both into him and push for all you're
worth." Cindy pulled her finger out of her husband's ass and stuck her dirty
index finger and her "fuck finger" into her mouth. Her index finger didn't
have any shit on it or anything, but I know it fairly reeked from having spent
time up in him. She wet the two fingers and reached around between his cheeks.
This time both fingers went in and she pushed hard. Edwin got his cock back in
her mouth and began grunting heavily and fucking her mouth like a madman.
Within a minute I made our little Cindy rewet those two fingers and reinsert
them in her husband. Only then did the pitch of his grunting change radically
and I had the camera on Cindy's face when her eyes flew open in shock as her
husband jettisoned his load in her mouth. Never one to love the taste of
semen, she gave out a huge gagging sound and for awhile I thought she was going
to throw up. She put a restraining hand on Ed's large abdomen to stop him from
moving in and out of her mouth while she worked to swallow his vile offering.
Tears welled up in her eyes from the taste I imagine. Finally, Edwin moved off
her face and lay on his side on the cool autumnal ground panting like the
middle-aged out of shape white male he was. Cindy sat up shakily and brushed
some organic matter, leaves and twigs and stuff, out of her short blond hair.
Her face was red with her recent exertions. I was impressed.
"That was really something, Mrs. Van Horn," I said with the camera rolling.
"Yes, it was really something. I did it. I did it all. And don't call me
'Mrs. Van Horn'. We've talked about that." My Cindy seemed to be gaining
strength. "I got to go potty. I imagine you have something in mind for me?
And turn that camera off."
"Yeah," I answered, shutting the videocamera down. "You will piss directly on
the main path only when other people are in imminent approach. Edwin you ready
to get back in the woods?"
Edwin nodded and rose slowly to his feet. He put his underwear back on. I
recovered my shorts and underwear and put them on. It sure had been a thrill
to be naked in the woods. With a nod, I sent Edwin back into the forest while
Cindy and I walked hand in hand back to the main trail. Within five minutes, I
heard voices far off up the trail.
"Time to pee, Cindy. Right here," I pointed to the ground under her. Cindy's
face looked tense and scared. She wasn't moving. The voices came closer.
"Time's wasting, Cindy. You need to get your pants off, squat down and pee and
still have time to get your pants back on before those people come. You better
hurry," I advised looking up the asphalt trail. My pretty little teacher, who
had just taken fingers fresh from an ass and put them in her mouth several
times, was frozen. Couldn't do it.
"They'll know. They'll know what I did," she gasped in fright. I reached in
my knapsack and pulled out an empty bottle of Mountain Dew that I had been
carrying around forever.
"I'll hold this. They will assume I just poured it out on the trail. They
will assume that before they will really believe that a full-grown woman just
urinated on their walking path."
"I can't... I can't," my little Cindy quailed. She danced a jig in distress
until an old couple appeared. We waited in uncomfortable silence as they
approached. Again, I could see that the woman did not approve of this slinky
little teacher with the big titties prancing around in spandex with a boy young
enough to be her child. My Cindy shrunk under the scrutiny. The passed curt
hellos with us as they passed and we could hear them talking in very low tones
as they receded from view. When they were about sixty feet away, I ordered
Cindy to squat down and piss in the middle of the trail.
"What about my pants? I'll have to take them off," she said plaintively,
afraid of my anger.
"Then do it," I said frostily. She looked watery-eyed as she tucked her
fingers into the tight waistband of her shorts and tugged them quickly down her
slim legs. She had to stand on her shorts to force them over her shoes; then
she kicked her shorts a few feet away. Peering fearfully over her shoulder at
the retreating old couple, she squatted down in front of me. I knelt down on
one knee close to her. Her stream started almost immediately and I put the
tips of my fingers in her warm urine as it showered out of her. Cindy watched
me hand play and she knew what was coming. As her flow trickled off, she
remained squatted as I played with her wet pussy. With my left hand I fumbled
around with my knapsack until I was able to pull the vibrator out. Switching
it on, I handed it to Cindy, who applied it to her clitoris. She watched me.
She watched me strip fish my cock out of the top of my shorts with one hand and
then stroke it with the piss-wet hand I had held in her urine. I w et my cock
down with her pee and then I pushed my fingers at her face. Cindy gave a
despairing whine and opened her mouth. I fed my pissy fingers in there and
felt her suck on them. Before the activity got me too hard, I stood up. My
cock was above my pretty little teacher's head as she squatted with that
vibrator thrumming against her pussy. I inched forward and dropped my knees a
bit until my cock was in her face. My teacher's eyes closed hopelessly and she
took me in.
Her mouth was warm and wet and I knew she would be able to taste her own urine
on my cock. We waited. With my cock nestled in her mouth, we waited. And I
think she knew this was a big test because she didn't move a muscle as the
first drops of my urine dripped onto her tongue. She did make a low keening
sound, but she didn't move. When I really let my hot piss flow into her mouth,
she began gagging and making choking sounds and I watched tears flow from the
corners of her eyes. But her mouth didn't let loose of my cock and I was in
full stream. Her throat worked and worked to empty her mouth of my hot piss
and her horrid little sounds continued until I was sure she would spit me out
and vomit right there on the trail. Until I looked down past her mouth and my
cock and saw how lightly and infrequently she now plied that vibrator against
herself. And I realized she was having aftershocks from an orgasm. Now that's
entertainment. My piss trickled off in her mouth and I could fe el her tongue
moving along the underside of my penis. It tickled greatly and I removed my
wet cock from her mouth. Cindy panted through her mouth; her head hanging
down. We were quiet for a moment. And I saw Edwin standing in the woods about
twenty feet of us. By the stunned look on his face, he knew exactly what his
wife had been able to accomplish. I motioned him away and he lumbered away
like the world's clumsiest Indian but the sounds of his retreat did not reach
the ears of his little wife at my feet. At last she arose after picking up her
spandex shorts.
"I've done it, Damien. I don't ever want to do it again. And a gentleman
wouldn't talk about what just happened. You want to be a gentleman don't you?"
my pretty little teacher avoided my eyes as she spoke.
"Okay," I acknowledged. I knew when to make accommodations. "I'll just say
I'm impressed and we'll let it go at that. When you get your shorts on, take
your top off and we'll get going again."
My little Cindy thrust one shoed foot after the other into the tight black
shorts, giving me an opportunity to see her round perfect ass pushed in my
direction. I also noticed that the crotch of her shorts had a large wet spot,
probably from my spend leaking out of this little woman. After Cindy got her
shorts on, she looked around for onlookers and pulled the tight spandex top
off, freeing her alabaster breasts. Those white marvels, so large on such a
small frame, with such pancake-sized dusky pink nipples. Absolutely born to
breastfeed. Those breasts hung free with just the minimum degree of sag for
her age. And that sag was do more to the size of those melons than anything
else. I couldn't wait to see her walk down the trail with me. Just to see
those things swing. I hoped I wouldn't trip over my own feet while I watched.
Traipse down the trail we did, my teacher and I; she unencumbered by her shirt;
her glorious white funbags swinging slightly as she walked. She walked knowing
I was mesmerized by that marvelous rack and she stood just a bit straighter and
prouder than the woman who had just imbibed my piping hot piss. She was in her
element now; the little teacher whose students were in awe of her beauty. And
the best part was when other people were sighted. Watching Cindy hurriedly
throw her shirt back on and act like it had been there all along when we passed
other people on the trail. My pretty little teacher's eyes shiny with the
excitement and her face red with the potential shame of having these nice
citizens know she was parading through the woods showing her chest to a fifteen
year old boy while that boy made her husband slink through the woods,
paralleling our path, clad in underpants and a pair of boots. And the most
memorable part, when a bicyclist came whizzing down the path at us so quickly
and quietly that my little Cindy had no time to react and was caught
flat-footed with her knockers exposed to the cyclist's shocked gaze. I reached
over and tweaked Cindy's nipples as the cyclist receded; they were firm and
hard with her excitement.
Soon enough, the trail bent into a loop. There was a large parking area in
view; apparently that was where a lot of these people had parked rather than
the south parking lot we had used. I allowed Cindy to resume her shirted ways.
In that parking lot, I saw a vehicle which interested me greatly. I filed it
away for future use. We made the loop and started heading back. On the way
back I waited until I felt there was no one around and then I stopped in the
trail. "Time for fun and games again, Teacher," I said matter of factly. My
teacher did not protest. She just looked around for a clearing or place we
could go. Seeing none she knew we were going to do something nasty right here.
I located Edwin in the woods and waved him over. He came stumbling out, his
face red with exertion and a new emotion. Fear.
"They saw me. They saw me, Damien! We've got to leave here right now!" My
insistent Guidance Counselor.
"Who saw you?"
"That damn bicycle guy caught me. I never heard him coming and I was couldn't
have been ten feet off the trail when he came by. He stopped! I ran like
crazy. Then I saw him talking to two other people and they were pointing
through the trees at me like they could see me! We got to get out of here!
The games over!" My pudgy, bearded Guidance Counselor was most insistent.
"Don't worry, Edwin. You think anyone's going to go searching through these
woods for you? Don't worry. These people will call Park Security they'll send
a golf cart or something down the trail. But they won't actually enter the
woods to search for you. Be at peace, my worried man."
But he was inconsolable. Until I physically shook him like a rag doll. That
got his attention and I was able to force him to calm down. Such a worry wart.
"Edwin, you're ruining this little field trip for me with your bullshit. You
made me angry with your stupid little problems. Now if this little fieldtrip
ends early I won't have time to get souvenirs. Understand?"
He looked at me over his glasses with his usual uncomprehending stare.
"Wha...What?"
I put my hands on my hips and shook my finger at him. "I said I'm upset with
you and I guess I'll have to get my souvenirs now instead of later. Goodness
gracious, Edwin. You've been more trouble than you're worth. I thought you
were doing so well and then this has to happen. Well, there's nothing like a
small whipping for education's sake. Cindy, cut a switch for me." My Cindy
started nervously when she heard my words. Then she walked to a bushy-looking
plant and started pulling on a likely looking candidate. After watching her
for awhile, I strode over and pulled the whip-like branch off for her. I had
her peel the leaves and side branches off for me. She handed me a fairly nice
size whipping switch. I turned on Edwin, who regaled me with a shocked glance.
"Turn around and drop your drawers, Ed," I stated. He glanced at me and then
at Cindy. For a second, I thought he would bolt into the woods and that I
would have to drag him down from behind. I promised myself that if he did I
would sodomize him in front of his wife. Again. But finally, he turned away
from us. He pulled his underpants off his booted feet and held them in his
hand nervously as he bent slightly over; his hairy cheeks presented for
whipping.
I pulled Cindy over and handed her the switch. She didn't say anything but she
had an odd look in her eye. Possibly remembering two different occasions when
her husband had whipped her at my behest. She swished the branch through the
air experimentally; cutting the air with a whishing sound. It stung just to
hear it. I reached forward and stroked Ed's nervous flanks. He jumped when I
touched him.
"What do you say, Edwin? Truth be told, you were going to get a switching
today anyway. So how about fifty and we'll see where we stand?" Edwin stared
off into the forest; he nodded once and I could see him swallow in fear.
"Okay, Ed. Your wife is going to lay into you. Going to pay you back for the
two times you put the lash to her ass. It's just business, Ed. Oh, and by the
way? I'm betting you will have a raging hard-on by the time she's through.
And you will be rewarded if you do. Okay, Cindy. We're doing fifty good ones.
Make 'em count. Make 'em hurt. Go."
And I watched as Edwin Van Horn's pretty little wife measured the distance
between herself and his white ass-cheeks. Then practically standing on her
tip-toes she brought the switch whistling in from the side onto his behind.
And Edwin gasped loudly and the air escaped him in a rush. And she whipped him
again from a different angle striking a different place. And Edwin almost
screamed in pain.
Cindy could whip. Impressively. And she laid into him, each strike marring
his hairy white ass with pink impact lines. Forehand, backhand, forehand.
Varying the strike times for best effect. Her breasts jumping inside the tight
top she was wearing. Putting her whole body weight behind each strike. The
count climbed and my own ass itched just watching Edwin take those strikes.
But he had quieted down, taking his whipping stoically. Until the last five
blows. Where Cindy seemed to reinvent herself, starting each with the branch
glancing along the ground and then curving up and brutally striking home,
lifting Edwin's heavy buttocks and causing him to gasp aloud. Fifty strikes
and Cindy discarded the switch, breathing heavily. Edwin kind of sobbing as he
gasped for air, his hands on his knees. I walked in front of Edwin and reached
down into his pubis and felt his cock.
"Rock hard, Ed. Rock hard." He didn't say anything. "Before you pull your
underwear up I'll give you a souvenir to carry for me." I waded a short
distance into the woods until I found what I was looking for. A short piece of
branch, about ten inches in length and about two inches in circumference.
Smoothed over the years, the piece of wood should do nicely. I trotted back
over to my two educators and fished around in my bag. "Cindy, come here."
Cynthia Van Horn walked dutifully over to me. I handed her the branch and the
bottle of lubricant I had brought with me. She stared dumbly at it. "Put my
souvenir piece of wood into Edwin's ass so he can carry it for me, please."
She started at that and looked up at my face for a moment. Then she nodded to
herself and walked over to Edwin, who was facing away from her; still bent
over; his underpants still knotted in his hand.
"Edwin, did you hear? What he wants me to do?" Cindy asked her husband.
"Yes," Edwin said slowly.
"I'll be as gentle as I can, okay?" my teacher promised her spouse.
"Okay," Edwin replied in a tight little voice, his big shaggy bearded face
turned away from us. He bent still lower, tripoding himself with his hands on
his knees, presenting his slightly spread asscheeks to us. Cindy opened the
bottle of lubricant and squeezed a dollop out onto her hand. She lubricated
the stick, paying particular attention to the blunt tip of the smooth wood.
Then she handed the lubricant to me and advanced on Edwin. She used her left
hand to pull his left asscheek away and expose his large brown anus to the
light of day. Placing the tip of the branch at his butthole, she slowly began
to push wood into her husband. His low groan indicated the pressure he was
feeling. I watched as she pushed and I believe the process was highly erotic
for her. Shoving a piece of wood up her husband's ass at the direction of a
fifteen year old boy. She worked that wood at the portal of Edwin's intestines
for about a minute until with a sudden gasp from Edwin, his ass opened a nd a
few inches of nature slipped into his intestine. Cindy slowly advanced the
invader into her husband's bowel until it was buried with only four inches
showing.
"Edwin, how are you holding up?" I asked him.
"I'm fine," he grunted. All right then," I answered, "put your underwear back
on." With Cindy carefully holding the stick pressed up his ass, Edwin slowly
put one foot then the other into his underwear and pulled them up. The stick
stuck out six inches from his ass and made it look like he had a sharply
truncated tail in his underwear. The underwear helped hold the stick up his
ass.
I walked to the edge of the trail again and began a search. "Speaking of
souvenirs," I said, "I wanted a souvenir rock to take home. Nothing fancy,
just something to remember this place by." I located a nondescript smooth,
jumbo egg-sized rock from the side of the trail I brushed a few grains of sand
off it. "But I've got so much stuff in my knapsack I could never carry this
too. What to do?" Cindy and Edwin stood patiently and didn't volunteer an
answer.
"Cindy, be a dear and strip your shorts off for me while I lubricate this rock
will you?"
Cindy's mouth dropped open and Edwin sputtered, "Damien, you can't... she's too
small... you'll hurt her! Don't do that."
"Nonsense, Edwin. Our little Cindy had a beer bottle up her. This won't be
much larger than that. Besides, I fully intend to loosen her up first. Now do
what I say, Cindy or your pussy won't be where this rock will be going. I hope
you know what I mean."
Cindy looked petrified as she stripped the spandex shorts off her slim hips.
When she stood bottomless in front of me, I tossed the knapsack to the ground
and motioned her to sit on it. She sat down daintily, her legs pressed
together as she face me. After I frowned at her, she hastily opened wide; her
perfect pussy gaping slightly at me. I dropped the rock to the ground in front
of her pussy and theatrically started to squirt lubricant onto my right hand.
Edwin hovered over us like a worried mother, afraid that I'd tear his wife's
pussy apart. Cindy's face was worried as I pressed the first couple of fingers
of my slimy hand at the lips of her pussy. I gave her clitoris a brush with my
thumb and watched her jump in reaction. The first three fingers sloshed into
her and played around inside. I felt her interior walls and pushed against
them. I felt the stubby rubbery tube of her cervix planted on the ceiling of
this tight pink box. I sent my little finger to join it's brothe rs in Cindy
and began to ease the middle of my hand into my teacher's snatch. Cindy moaned
as I slowly twisted my four fingers inside her; the broad part of my hand
rubbing against the bones in her pubis now. Squirting more lubricant onto my
right hand, I backed out and tucked my thumb under.
"Please, Damien," Edwin said over my shoulder, helplessly.
"Watch," I ordered him quietly as I slowly advanced into Cynthia Van Horn's
vagina. First the four fingers. Then the thumb tucked awkwardly under the
hand. The meat of my hand caught hard against the bones on the sides of
Cindy's pussy. Mounting pressure from my hand as I pushed harder and harder
into her. My teacher moaned in humiliation and dismay. And finally my hand
separated those bones and surged forward into her birth canal up to the wrist.
Cindy give a loud bovine-like gasp. I felt like a gynecologist. Except with a
boner. My hand trapped in her warm confines; nowhere to go from here. She
felt every movement of my hand or my fingers.
"Oh ye of little faith," I remarked to Edwin. Then I gently fistfucked his
pretty little wife in front of him, both of us solemnly watching my wrist as it
ground softly against her pussy lips. Both of us silently watching the strain
on her face gradually melt away. She kept trying to keep her eyes open to face
us but locked them shut quickly every time she noticed that one of us was
watching her face for her reactions to this outrage on her sacred womb. Soon
enough, I knew it was time to do her again.
"Coming out, Teacher," I announced as I slowly pulled my hand. Her pussy
fought the same wide part of my hand for a few seconds before her quim released
my slimy victor. Edwin and I stared mutely at my hand which had been up his
wife. I fought the urge to drop my pants right there and fuck her redly gaping
pussy. I brought the rock up in my right hand. It glistened with lubricant.
It was actually smaller in width than my fist had been. When it was up her I
would still be able to get a finger or two around it to pull it out. So at
least it wouldn't get trapped in her. I reached forward and held my teacher's
pussy lips open with my left hand and placed the rock against her genitalia.
Her pussy lips collapsed against the invader and I had to carefully clear the
path for the rock to advance. Soon it lay against her inner lips and I began
to push steadily, my pretty little teacher's groans starting anew until with a
surge, the rock slid hard into my teacher filling up her pussy w ith stone.
Her pussy lips remained slightly open--I could see how well the rock occupied
her. When it was seated inside her I stopped pushing and her eyes flew open in
confusion. She was obviously expecting a much tougher time carrying my stone
for me. Time to perform a nasty act on her. I rose to my feet and pointed at
Edwin.
"You go back up against that tree. Our lovely little lady will blow you and
you can come in her mouth." Edwin backed slowly up against a oak tree. I
watched the expression on his face change as he forced the stick a bit further
up his ass. I imagine it was rubbing against his prostate gland. When he was
positioned, he pulled his cock and balls out of the top of his underwear. His
cock stood out stiffly, awaiting the wet attentions of his wife. I helped
Cindy to her feet. She rose gingerly as if her full vagina would hinder her
walking, but I thought it was more dramatics than anything else. She walked
slowly over to her husband and prepared to carefully lower herself to her knees
in front of his cock. I stopped her. "No, Cin. Just bend over from the waist
and suck him. I'll be needing your hindquarters for a few minutes, dear." And
my pretty little teacher knew that I intended to sodomize her. Again. A
relatively unwelcome and humbling experience for Cindy. One of my trips up
her back passage had ended with her running for the toilet with my jism leaking
from her loosened butt. Nevertheless she dutifully bent at the waist and took
Edwin's stubby penis into her mouth and waited expectantly; her legs spread
slightly to balance herself for my assault. I tore my shorts off and anointed
myself with lubricant. With a stroke of genius I reached down into the
knapsack and grabbed her vibrator which I handed over her back to Edwin. Then
I edged forward and grabbed my teacher's white asscheeks. I stroked them for a
few seconds, listening as she sucked on her husband's prick. Then I split her
cheeks lightly and crouched down a few inches to line my groin up with her ass.
I had to use one hand to bend my adolescent penis down to meet her chocolate
star. I centered myself on her and pushed against her while I pulled her slim
hips slightly back. The pressure on my prick was immense against her asshole.
And we knew why. It was because the stone in her p ussy was making her
backhole tighter. Her bending over had done the trick. I fought for entrance
against her grimly resisting asshole. I made headway and finally with a
cockfilled grunt from Cindy, I slipped into her intestines. The underside of
my cock rubbed pleasurably against the stone in my Teacher's pussy, separated
by only a thin membrane. It was exquisite up there and I reveled in my
surroundings for at least thirty seconds before I moved. I held out my hand
and Edwin gave me the vibrator. I switched it on, it's loud humming drew
Cindy's attention as she worked on Edwin's penis. I laid it against her left
arm and she reached over and grabbed it. With her plying it against her
clitoris. I surged forward again, burying myself anew in her stink chamber,
her buttcheeks like two smooth pillows against my thighs. I began to fuck her
ass in earnest, not caring what stage Cindy or Edwin were at. I drove myself
up her ass repeatedly. Her ass was far tighter than it had ever been because
of the large stone of mine she carried in her pussy. Looking down, I spread
her cheeks slightly with my steadying hands and watched my cock disappearing
inside one very tight angry red asshole. I couldn't see how she could stand
it. But stand it she did. I occasionally felt the vibrator rub against my
testicles as my Cindy tried to get her own orgasm.
I raced against my teacher and her husband. He won. I heard Cindy cough and
sputter. Looking over her back I saw Edwin, his belly striking the top of my
teacher's head as he jettisoned his load in her mouth. Cindy was having a
tough time accepting her husband's spend in her mouth. I saw one large runner
dip from her mouth to the ground as she gagged. It didn't matter to me. What
was interesting was the tiny gasps mixed in with her coughing and the way her
anus clenched around me. My teacher was coming. A rock up her cunt and a
fifteen year old lodged up her ass. And she was coming hard, the vibrator
pressed tightly against the top of her cleft. She really got off on the
weirdness and the humiliating aspects of this relationship. More the better.
I redoubled my efforts up her ass and finally, slamming her ass back to meet
me, I buried myself far up her colon and shot my wads of semen, I held myself
up there for at least a minute while little spasms ran up and down my dick.
Finally I backed away, pulling my red, spent cock out of my beloved's ass. Her
asshole gaped open in a forlorn oval of defeat. I let her cheeks go and my
Cindy stood up. Edwin and I surveyed her clinically. She had taken five of
our best loads today. Two in her mouth; one each in her ass and pussy. And
Ed's load which he had shot into her hair. It had dried there, clumping her
bangs together and making her beautiful short hair more interesting. Cindy
walked shakily over to her black shorts and carefully picked them up and put
them on. We watched her silently until she was dressed.
"Okay, that's done. We'll walk back to the parking lot together. All three of
us. Ed, if someone comes, you will have to hightail it behind a tree. Cindy,
if you want, you can let your titties swing free while we walk. I got to tell
you guys that you are passing your Final Exam. Both of you have been tested
and you have passed. I'm very proud of you both. One final test remains for
Cindy if I can get it going. Ed, you can rest awhile. Keep the stick in your
ass until we get back to the parking lot though. Cindy, you keep the stone.
Let's go."
We headed back down the path to our parking lot. I walked about 100 feet in
advance of my educator couple so I would be able to signal Ed if people were
coming in case he had to hide in the woods. Edwin and Cynthia Van Horn held
hands as they walked behind me. They made a curious sight, he in his underwear
with a stick up his butt put there by his wife and she, finely-formed specimen
of all that is physically desirable in a woman, holding hands with this short
pudgy, bearded man. And several times I had to signal him to hide while people
power-walked or strolled by. One couple overcame their reluctance to talk with
my sluttily-dressed teacher to ask whether she and I knew that a naked man had
been sighted in the woods and that a Park Patrol vehicle was looking for him.
We expressed surprise and dismay that a human being could get his kicks by
acting in such a fashion. Then we walked on.
Soon enough we came to our parking lot. Edwin stood nervously at the side of
the trail. I decided to have some mercy on him and Cindy and I went to fetch
his clothes. And I'll be damned if a Park Patrol vehicle didn't pull up
alongside us as we walked. The Ranger rolled down his window. He asked us if
we had seen a guy wearing underwear running in the woods. The Rangers eyes
drank in Cindy's spandexed form hungrily while he addressed us. I told him
that we had seen a guy in his underwear run out of the woods a few minutes ago.
I told him the guy had gotten into an old burgundy Buick station wagon. The
Ranger looked surprised and relieved to receive my information. He figured
that his job was done. He made idle chatter with Cindy for a few minutes and
then we watched him radio in our information. He thanked us and after a long
glance up and down Cindy's tight figure, he drove away. We waited a few
minutes and then grabbed Edwin's clothes out of the Expedition and brought th
em to where he was hiding. I had Edwin pull the stick out of his ass. He
tugged slowly, groaning as the stick reappeared from it's place in his
intestine. It finally left him and he tossed it into the woods. Edwin was so
frantic about putting his clothes on that he fell trying to get into his pants.
And we all laughed self-consciously. He looked more at ease dressed and he
seemed happier somehow.
"What last thing did you have in mind for Cindy, Damien?", he asked me as we
got into the sport utility. It was past noon and a warm sun was overhead. And
we were free and clear.
"Head down to that other parking lot where this trail loops around. There's a
car I want to take a look at." Edwin maneuvered out of the parking lot and we
headed south a few miles and pulled into the other parking lot for the Lakeview
Trail.
Parked away from the other few vehicles in the parking lot was an old battered
red Ford Escort with out of state plates. I had noticed a teenaged couple
lingering at the vehicle earlier and I suspected that they were runaways,
running away to get married or something. True love and all that. I popped
out of the Expedition and approached the vehicle while Edwin and Cindy watched
nervously. No one was around the car. Inside the vehicle I could see pillows
and blankets. Definitely on the run and destitute. I strolled up to the
bathroom building. As I approached a tall gawky teen exited the men's
bathroom. He had a towel around his neck and an overnight bag in his hand.
Bingo.
"Hey man, that your Escort over there?" I asked casually. His eyes narrowed
suspiciously and I could tell he was considering lying to me.
"Yeah," he said brusquely, stopping in front of me, his stance and lowered head
indicative of a fight or flight posture. And then the women's room door opened
and a mousy little blonde teen walked out; her bag hanging from her shoulder.
When she saw her boyfriend standing with me her eyes went wide in alarm.
"Bobby, what's going on? Who is this?," she said nervously.
"You guys are runaways, right?" I addressed my question to her. Bobby
answered.
"What do you care? Who are you? And anyway, we're sixteen--we can do whatever
the fuck we want, dude." He was almost snarling at me he was so charged up.
His little girlfriend stood behind him hiding. Watching her man take charge.
Peering at me from behind him.
I held up my hands. "It's cool, dude. Whatever. I was just asking. You guys
are in love, good for you. I just saw you guys are living out of your car. I
told my Aunt and Uncle--they're back in the car--and we'd maybe like to help
you out or something." I jerked my thumb towards the white Ford Expedition
parked in the far corner of the parking lot. Their heads swiveled to take it
all in.
Blonde walked out of her boyfriend's shadow and came to his side and held his
hand tightly. She looked up at him hopefully. He relaxed a little bit
although he was still suspicious. As well he should be. "What kind of help?
You gonna give us money? We need money," he admitted fiercely.
"We could give you money," I allowed.
"What you want in return, man? You want something. Ain't nothing for free.
You gonna want something, I just know it."
His little girlfriend said imploringly, "Bobby, be nice. Hear the guy out."
I jumped in for Bobby's defense. "No, he's right. My Uncle does want
something. Him and my Aunt are...different I guess you'd say." I stared hard
at the little blonde teenager. "He wants my Aunt to get busy with you. While
we watch." I saw the surprise in her eyes as she heard me out. Bobby's eyes
went wide too. He stared at our vehicle, parked far away for a few seconds and
then back at me. He seemed at a loss for words. Finally:
"You want...they sent you out here to ask my girlfriend, who I love, to do
lezzy things with your Aunt while you and your sick Uncle watch?" He seemed to
confused to be angry yet.
So I gently said, "Yeah, that's basically it. Her and my Aunt. Me and my
Uncle watch. And you of course, you watch. Or join in. My Aunt could suck
you for awhile. You guys get money. Half now, half when my Aunt's done. I'll
back off and let you guys talk it over." I turned and walked a few feet away.
I heard them whispering fiercely together. Not arguing, each one feeling the
need for money and weighing the value of this girl's slim body. And slim she
was, about five foot one and 100 pounds with small breasts and tiny hips.
Waifish, I guess you'd say. Cornsilk shoulder-length blonde hair. Pierced
nostril with a gold stud. A shy and cute little sixteen year old. If I wasn't
all fucked out, I'd have made a deal to get into her pussy myself. Within a
minute, Bobby called out to me.
"You guys don't touch her right?"
"Right." I assured him.
"What's it worth to you?" he challenged.
I answered him carelessly. "You name a price." He went back into his huddle
with his small girlfriend before he called back. I saw her eyeing me nervously
as he revealed her value.
"A hundred dollars. Fifty now, fifty when it's done. And you don't get your
fifty back if something goes wrong."
"No," I said. "Two hundred. Your terms." They went back into a huddle for a
minute whispering excitedly. I smiled inside. I just love to help people.
Bobby called out, "What's Gina got to do?"
I pointed up to the bathrooms. "We bring your pillows and blankets in there.
Gina takes her clothes off and lays down. My Aunt goes down on her. And we
make her suck your cock and get you ready to fuck Gina. How's that sound?" I
could see the interest on Bobby's part and the worried hopefulness in Gina's
eyes.
"What do you mean, 'make her suck my cock'? What's going on, dude?" Bobby
asked me almost afraid that this deal had been too good to be true.
"It's simple," I stated matter of factly. "My Aunt and Uncle got money. He
gets off on watching her do nasty things. And she gets off on having to do
nasty things. They'll pay you guys to let her go down on Gina and suck you.
I'll order her to do it and she'll do it. She'll act like she don't want to,
but deep down she's eating it up."
"She a pig, man?" Bobby asked quietly. I got tired of us talking across the
space between us so I rejoined them.
"Bobby, you'll hope Gina here is as pretty when she turns twenty eight."
Bobby and little Gina looked deep into each other's eyes quietly while I
waited. Finally, she gave a little nod to him. Bobby set his shoulders and
turned to me. "We said what? Two hundred and fifty dollars?"
I laughed and said, "Yeah. I believe two fifty is our price."
"How do we start?" he croaked holding his girlfriend's hand. He seemed gawky.
About six four and l50 pounds with unruly straight brown hair and an uncertain
complexion. His hormones must have been screaming. He wore blue jeans and a
Nine Inch Nails concert shirt. Earring in his left ear. Let's See... Left is
right and right is wrong... Okay, Rock On.
"You two bring some blankets and pillows into the women's bathroom. We'll meet
you in there in a few minutes. Here's 100 bucks. I'll pay you the rest when
it's over. Maybe give you a tip if everything goes right." I peeled a five
twenties off the small wad in my pocket, letting them see there was more where
that came from. They looked suitably impressed but jumpy as cats. I headed
back to the parking lot with them and watched as they pulled an old blanket and
two dingy pillows from their vehicle and head back to the bathrooms. They eyed
the Ford Expedition, parked at the other end of the lot, with trepidation. I
headed back to my charges. I hopped in the back seat and my two educators
looked back at me nervously.
"Ed. Cindy. You'll never guess so I'll tell you. I gave those two nice kids
some money to let Cindy do them." Cindy's eyes widened in shock and she
started shaking her head vigorously. "No, no, Cindy. Don't shake your head.
You'll do it. Me and Ed get to watch. You get introduced to some nice little
pussy and give a little head to that kid. Then we're done." Edwin stared
dubiously at me and then at his wife to gauge her reaction. She stopped
shaking her head but her face was red and her eyes were tearing up.
"Damien. No. I've never...done anything like that. That girl...she's just a
teenager...they're both kids...please," she finished miserably.
"I didn't figure you would want to do it, so I'm adding this condition. You
won't speak while we're with them. And you will do what you're told. I told
them my rich Aunt and Uncle are a little weird and that Edwin here wanted you
to eat pussy. And I told them you like being forced to do nasty things. So if
you play your part right we can be out of here in fifteen minutes. If you want
to cry and complain then I know two little runaway teenagers who are going to
see quite a scene inside that bathroom. Ever hear of a brown shower, Cindy?"
She shook her head quickly. "That's when someone shits on you. That would
come after we whipped you. And made you eat that pussy anyway. So get with
the program and you'll do fine. Fuck up and you'll have a brown eye squirting
shit on you. Any questions?" I stared her in the face and she looked away and
nodded. Edwin just looked worried.
"These kids--they could take down our license plate and turn us in, Damien. We
could get arrested," Edwin pointed out.
"First off, that's why we parked this far away. Secondly, these kids won't be
going to the police for anything. They're runaways. They get some money in
their hands and they'll leave this place before we will. Count on it." The
confidence in my voice did little to relieve Edwin's worry-wart sensibilities.
But he would go along because balking me had never gone well for him in the
past.
"Let's go," I said. I felt around in my backpack and grabbed the vibrator. I
popped out of the car and waited until my slowpoke educators reluctantly left
the safety of the vehicle. We walked at a snail's pace through the parking lot
and slowly approached the bathrooms. "Ed, tell us true, you're secretly
excited about watching Cindy go down on this girl, aren't you?" Edwin turned
beet red as his pretty little wife glanced up at him. He didn't say anything.
"You guys will be partying between the sheets tonight I bet," I added.
"If we're not too sore," Edwin finally muttered as we came to the Ladies room
side of the building. I pushed the door open and led the way in. The bathroom
was cool and ill lit; cinderblock walls, cement floor, two toilet stalls,
Formica counter with two basins and extra counter space to put your stuff on.
Mirror overlooking the sinks. Nothing fancy here. I examined the door. It
didn't lock from inside. Us three stood in the room staring at the nervous
teen couple who in turn were staring back at us.
"Bobbie. Gina. I'd like you to meet my Uncle Roy and Aunt Kim. They're the
ones I told you about." Bobbie and Gina stared dully back for a few seconds
until Gina said quietly, "hi." We stood in uncomfortable silence. Bobbie's
eyes were locked on my pretty little teacher, drinking in her fabulous looks.
Her nice rack and tight stomach. Pretty face, albeit a little flustered at the
moment. And maybe with some dried cum spiking her hair.
Bobbie finally shrugged and shuffled forward. "How do we do this?"
"Put the blanket and pillows on the counter and Gina--you take off your pants.
Leave your panties on for now. Uncle Roy, you need to block the door so other
people will think it's locked." Just before my charges started moving we heard
someone enter the men's room on the other side of the block wall. Everyone
froze, wondering just how easily sound traveled through the building. We heard
a huge fart and some pissing before the guy washed his hands and clattered out
the door. Everyone relaxed. "Let's get this done," I instructed. Edwin went
to the door and blocked it with his body. Little Gina walked self-consciously
over to the sinks. Bobbie followed her. She turned her back to us and Bobbie
stood in back of her blocking our view. I heard her kick her shoes off and
then unsnap her pants and slowly slide them to the floor. I glanced back over
my shoulder. Edwin's eyes were locked on this girl. Cindy stood nervously in
the center of the room, almost dancing with nervous ene rgy. Gina laid the
blanket and pillows carefully on the counter and then held her hand out.
Bobbie grasped her hand and helped her back onto the counter. When she was
seated she lay down on her back, her slim white legs with pink socks on her
feet. Her panty-clad crotch exposed to us. My cock rose just watching her.
Little Gina made a hurried motion to Bobbie. He bent down close to her and she
whispered a sweet nothing in his ear. He straightened up and stared at Cindy's
feet as he addressed her.
"Gina says...," he faltered, "she says that she couldn't take a shower since
two days ago. So...you know..." he trailed off. I jumped into the breach,
looking sympathetically at our little waif.
"That'll be okay. We understand that you two have been on the road. It's
okay. It won't matter at all. Okay?" They both nodded solemnly at me and my
pretty little teacher. Cindy stood frozen, looking at nothing at all.
"Okay, Aunt Kim. Go to Gina and bend over between her legs. Smell her through
her panties, Aunt Kim. Smell her crotch," I ordered. Our precious Cindy moved
on wooden legs across the floor to Gina. Bobbie backed away, spooked by what
was going to happen to his girlfriend, his back pressed against the wall next
to Gina's head. He reached over and held her hand. Cindy placed her hands on
Gina's knees and slowly lowered her face down closer and closer to Gina's
panties. She stopped just when her nose touched ground zero and we heard her
sniff audibly through her nose. Picking up the scent of this adolescent girl.
"Sniff and nuzzle her with you nose,"
Cindy's nose tracked up and down Gina's crotch and we could hear her sniffing.
It was highly erotic and I let it go on for awhile. Then:
"Okay, Aunt Kim. Pull the crotch panel to the side and start licking her.
Lick her pussy." I heard Edwin shuffle his weight at the door, peering across
the dimly lit room to watch his wife pull this girl's panties to the side and
start licking the sides of her pussy. Gina's pussy hair looked to be kind of
bushy. I could see the pussy lips through her pubes though. Cindy was
avoiding those lips; concentrating her licking to the sides.
"Okay, stand up and peel her panties off."
Cindy stood up and placed her hands on the sides of the teenager's hips. She
tugged lightly. Gina raised her glorious little bottom up and her panties slid
down her slim hips. Cindy pulled them down her legs and put them on the
counter. She hesitated.
"Go on. You know what to do next. You know what you want to do," I prodded
gently. Cynthia Van Horn, 28 year old married Humanities teacher slowly bent
over, her fabulous ass undulating under the black spandex shorts, and with a
certain amount of nervous trepidation, glued her mouth to the center of the
teenager's hairy pussy and started licking her cunt. We watched her face rise
a inch off Gina's muff and her tongue was sticking slightly out of her mouth.
It has been moving in Gina's quim. Cindy's tongue gently caressed upward
towards Gina's clitoris and the girl squirmed in response. She gripped
Bobbie's hand tighter. Bobbie was leaning over watching my teacher's mouth
service his girlfriend. I wondered if he was getting excited; my own cock was
surging in my pants at this latest degradation I had forced my teacher into. I
glanced at Edwin. His face bore a look of intense excitement watching his wife
eat her first pussy.
Soon, we could tell that Gina was responding in a big way to Cindy. Her slim
hips were rising rhymically to Cindy's mouth. To Cindy's credit, she placed
her hands on either inside thigh and peeled that girls cunt open and applied
herself to her task. Her nose glistened with saliva and pussy juice. I wanted
to stop her and lick her face, but I didn't. Cindy always gave wet blowjobs
and this pussy eating thing was no different. She had that girl's pink innards
glistening with spit.
"Okay, Bobbie, take your pants off," I demanded, impatiently. Bobbie slowly
backed away from the spectacle and kicked off his shoes. He dropped his pants,
revealing his white BVDs. Self-consciously, he turned away from us and peeled
them off. My pretty little teacher had paused in between Gina's legs to watch
him. When Bobbie turned back towards us, his right hand rested lightly on a
long thin penis. Too thin, actually and maybe it only looked long because of
his scrawny, lank body. His cock jutted straight up as only us teenager's
cocks can. I told him to put a pillow on the floor. He reached behind his
little girlfriend's head and grabbed a pillow and dropped it to the floor. "Go
kneel on the pillow, Aunt Kim. Give him some skull. Maybe reach around and
put a finger up his butt."
"Aunt Kim" slid down to the floor onto the pillow we had allowed for the
comfort of her knees. She sat back on her haunches for a moment and we all saw
her glistening face, fresh from Gina's split. Bobbie looked down at her
awestruck. Gina looked down nervously as this strange woman prepared to take
her boyfriend's angular meat into her mouth. I felt a presence behind me and
noted that Edwin had abandoned his post and stood at my side and slightly
behind me. We waited.
Cindy rose up onto her knees and grasped Bobbie's hips. Her mouth was at a
perfect level with his cock. He moved slightly forward and Cindy's lovely
mouth came down and captured him. With his penis in her mouth, Edwin Van
Horn's wife adjusted her distance to this slim teenager while her husband
watched. When all was ready, she moved her face back and forth. Bobbie's
penis rode wetly and smoothly into her mouth. He moaned immediately.
"It good?" I asked him.
"Yeah, man. Ah, fuck, it's good," he answered, his eyes closed and his head
thrown back.
"I know. I've been there. My Aunt Kim's really something else with her
mouth." Cindy's face and ears turn red with embarrassment as she worked this
youth. "I can tell she really got excited eating your girlfriend. Tell me,
Gina, did she do a good job down there? Did she get you wet?" Waifish Gina
blushed and nodded slightly. She had scissored her legs closed as soon as
Cindy had left them--the better to defeat our prying eyes. Her eyes were glued
on this adult woman ministering to her boyfriend's slim penis. Maybe not
altogether happy about the situation. But what female would be happy seeing
this gorgeous little blonde teacher competing against them?
Cindy sucked Bobbie loudly, slurping and slobbing on the kid until I thought
the boy would lose his load in her mouth.
"Hey Gina, if you don't mind me asking--I don't mean anything by it--have you
and Bobbie ever did it the back way? Up the butt?" Gina looked startled and
embarrassed by the suggestion.
"that's nasty," she whispered fiercely.
"My Aunt loves it up the butt. As a matter of fact she's got a liquid present
up there right now. I won't tell you which of us did that for her." Gina
stared at this little teacher below her sucking cock. A look of slight disgust
on her face. My teacher continued to suck.
"How about this? Did you ever put a finger up Bobbie's butt? To help him
along?"
"Gross. That's gross," our little runaway pronounced emphatically. "Stop
talking about stuff like that."
"Okay, but watch this. Aunt Kim, moisten a finger and put it up Bobbie's ass."
Cindy paused and looked at me, a look of forlorn humiliation. She couldn't
even look at the teenage girl laying on the counter-top. She was that
humiliated. She stuck her right index finger in her mouth and wetted it. Then
it disappeared around Bobbie's right hip and when we saw him lurch forward we
knew she had plunged it up his butt. "Suck," I ordered her pre-emptorily and
her mouth took him in again. I waited about ten seconds. "Now watch this,
Gina. Aunt Kim, take the finger out and get it more wet." Gina leaned
slightly forward and watched as Cindy retrieved her finger and slowly brought
it towards her mouth. "Look at Gina as you do it. Let her see you." Edwin
inched forward also. Bobbie looked down at this pretty little woman kneeling
in front of him. And Cindy, red-faced, turned her beautiful features towards
Gina and opened her mouth. The stank finger went in and came out glistening
fresh with new spit lubricant. The finger disappeared around Bobbie again
until we saw that it had returned to his sphincter. Gina was visibly disgusted
and lay back on her countertop to wait.
"Suck him," I commanded. Cindy's eyes glittered with tears of humiliation as
Bobbie's penis went back into her mouth. "Gag her a bit, Bobbie. She likes
that. Grab the back of her head and fuck her face," I suggested. Bobbie
grabbed the back of her head gingerly and pushed himself into her mouth until
she squirmed and gagged on him. She tried to pull back the tiniest bit as he
fucked her face. It was hot to watch. I gave it a minute. I could tell it
made him uneasy.
"Okay, Bobbie. You get between Gina's legs and put it to her. Aunt Kim will
rest her head on Gina's abdomen. Every now and then just pull out and Aunt Kim
will suck you for a few seconds."
Cindy leaned back exhausted on her haunches, panting from her exertions.
Bobbie edged past her and stood with his legs against the counter. His wet
penis throbbed rhymically with the beating heart. He grabbed his girlfriend's
legs and swung them off the counter. Her head rested tightly against the back
of the counter and the large mirror. Her legs were splayed before him and we
got a good view of cunt, dark pink and wet as she waited for him to enter.
Cindy drew herself up shakily and watched as Bobbie pressed his penis down and
laid it at the lips of Gina's cunt. He poked into her and she groaned. Cindy
looked forlornly at me and I motioned her over to them. She stepped forward
and while bent over, laid her head on Gina's stomach. It was a tightly crowded
corner with the three of them, and Edwin and I had to jockey around to find a
good viewing position. Bobbie started putting the bone to the waif and she
moaned at his thrusts. "Pull it out," I suggested. Bobbie pulled hi s thin
penis out of the girl and laid it in front of Cindy. I didn't have to tell her
anything; she was that far resigned in her fate. She opened her mouth and
Bobbie planted his cock, wet with his girlfriends secretions, into my pretty
little teacher's mouth. She sucked him without relish, spit-shining his member
for further explorations. "Go to it, Bobbie. Between the two until you come
in your girlfriend," I urged him. And he went to it. In his girlfriend for a
few seconds and then in my teacher's mouth. Back and forth. While Edwin and I
watched. While little Gina squirmed and actually started pulling lightly on
her small nipples. Until she started thrashing around; Cindy's head riding her
stomach as she came. With Bobbie a close second; redoubling his efforts in her
snatch, poking her unmercifully with his rod. Buried in her, he announced that
he was coming. His ass cheeks tightened as he emptied himself inside his
runaway girlfriend. My Cindy watched from her stomac h-eye view, afraid to
move. After a minute, the heap of flesh came to a standstill. It was almost
over. God, I had to come.
"Okay Bobbie, pull out and present yourself to Aunt Kim. She will return you
equipment to it's original condition." Edwin watched as the boy pulled his
soft, dangling penis out of Gina's hairy little pussy. It was beslimed with
ropes of his pearly semen. He edged closer to Cindy's face. Edwin and I
crowded even closer as Cindy reluctantly opened her mouth and took him in. It
was different from just coming in her mouth because she could see what she was
imbibing. And she choked a little just at the visual impact before she cleaned
him. Bobbie danced on his toes as he suck him. He was obviously post-orgasmic
sensitive. "That's good enough," I commented and he gratefully withdrew a
shiny clean organ from her mouth. He backed away from the two females.
"Now it's Gina's turn. Believe it or not, Gina, Aunt Kim's never sucked a used
pussy before. You can bet it'll be a thrill for her. Turn more this way," I
said motioning to her, " and Aunt Kim will do this last thing. You guys have
been great. I'll have to tip you."
Gina turned a bit and Cindy stood up and then walked back between her spread
legs, eyeing the teen's hairy gash fearfully. We could see a runner of sperm
slowly leaking from the girl. Gina reached out and grasped Bobbie's hand and
he dutifully stood over her, both of them naked as they waited for "Aunt Kim"
to perform this one last nasty act.
"Go to it, Aunt Kim." I pulled the vibrator out of the knapsack. "Here's your
vibrator. You can do yourself through you shorts while you work. As a matter
of fact, Bobbie, if you'll slide you hand down the back of Aunt Kim's shorts
and slide a finger up her butt you'll be able to tell us when she comes.
Because she'll come like a racehorse while she's doing things like this. Go
ahead, both of you, get started."
Cindy took the vibrator from my hand, searching my face earnestly as she did so
for any sign of leniency. With my cock rock hard in my pants, I showed her
none. She sighed and walked back between Gina's legs which dangled over the
countertop. Cindy bent her face over Gina's crotch and switched the vibrator
on. Using her left hand, she plied the vibrator on her clit right through her
spandex shorts. She widened her stance and slowly breathed of Gina's smells.
Then her tongue poked gently out and my pretty little teacher started to
cautiously lick Gina's slit, transferring the spunk leaking out of there to her
own stomach. It was a gloriously erotic sight. Cindy used her free hand to
pull Gina's pussy lips apart and we could all see the spend lying just inside.
Cindy went to work, her tongue wet as it returned from depositing it's load in
her mouth. I nodded to Bobbie and he slid away from Gina's side. His right
hand slid over the little wife's back and headed down inside her tight shorts.
Cindy gasped when his index finger entered her back door. Bobbie indicated his
successful penetration to me with a nod. Beautiful.
Cindy plied the vibrator actively over her clothed pubis, gradually panting and
licking in Gina's crotch as her excitement increased. I fought an urge to drag
her pants down and fuck her right there. We watched her growing signs of
excitement, cleaning this little girl's unfresh snatch while men watched was
obviously agreeing with her humiliation fetish.
"I think some goo rolled out of her before you started. I think I see
something on her butthole, Aunt Kim," I stated innocently. Cindy's hand pushed
Gina's left thigh up and her tongue snaked down. She was licking Gina's
two-day unwashed ass. And liking it to judge from the panting. She
tongue-washed the girl's sphincter, stabbing her tongue up the tight passage
until Gina squealed for her not to do that--that it was "disgusting". The
little waif sure had some hang-ups for a sixteen year old runaway with a
pierced nostril. But that's all it took was her condemnation of my teacher's
nasty act for Cindy to cum. She moaned and grunted and as her tongue feebly
licked back up across Gina's pussy lips, Bobbie's face took on a startled look.
He stared at his hand where it disappeared into Cindy's shorts and signaled to
us that her anus was clenching his finger in orgasm. We watched her for at
least a minute as she panted and groaned with her face laying on that pussy and
her left ha nd holding the vibrator steadily on her own clit. Finally her hand
dropped away. Bobbie hurriedly withdrew his finger from her butthole and his
hand from her pants. I watched him slyly examine his finger in wonder. Cindy
stood up on wobbly legs turned the vibrator off. Then she shyly surveyed us.
I nodded in recognition of her job well done. Her mouth was wet from her work
down there. What a woman. Edwin looked like he wanted to rush forward and
hold her. I addressed my runaways.
"That went well. Get your stuff together and I'll walk you out to your car."
They quickly dressed to hide their shameful nakedness from our view. Bobbie
grabbed the pillows and blanket. I walked them down the path to their car.
"You guys did good. I still owe you a hundred and fifty dollars. Here's that
and another hundred and fifty as a tip. That makes four hundred dollars. Not
too bad for fifteen minutes of play is it? Anyway if you guys want to be
runaways it'll keep you free a while longer. Now off with you." I gave them
the money and they took it. Bobbie shyly mumbled thanks but I could tell they
were still embarrassed about what they had done. They jumped into that old
piece of shit car and headed out without looking back.
I walked back up the path to the bathrooms and found Edwin and Cindy hugging
and soul-kissing. I got to hand it to Edwin. I'd have made her brush her
teeth before I kissed her. They broke off when they heard me come in.
"You got to come, Ed?" He nodded self-consciously.
"Me too. Let's whip out our meat and beat off. Beat off into Cindy's hands.
Winner drives us home. What do you say?" Edwin didn't answer, he was already
pulling a stiff little cock out of his zipper and stroking it. I hurriedly
strode forward and whipped my meat out. Cindy held her hands out to us like
the Madonna and the race was on. Me whacking my weasel and Edwin Van Horn
slapping his dolphin. To see who could shoot semen into his wife's hand first.
The sound of manual masturbation filled the room.
"Hike up your top, Mrs. Van Horn," I ordered. She glanced with irritation at
my use of her formal name and then pulled the spandex sports top over the top
of her marvelous tits. With the pancake nipples. We ogled them freely while
we whacked off.
Edwin won the sprint, grunting and depositing a load into Cindy's outstretched
palm. I came in a close second, gushing heavily into her other hand. He got
me in speed but I beat him in quantity. Cindy stood there with a enigmatic
smile on her face.
Rub it onto your jugs, Cindy, please," I said. She brought her hands up and
massaged our loads onto her breasts, hefting and massaging them for our visual
benefit. Until those hangers glistened with our spunk. We were transfixed
with our softening cocks hanging out of our pants. Finally she was done and
she pulled her top back down and washed her hands at the sink. She turned to
face us.
"Let's go home. The show's over," I said tiredly. We walked silently out of
the woman's bathroom and got back in the Ford and headed peacefully out of the
parking lot of the South Trail of the Groper State Park. Ten minutes later we
exited the park itself and were heading home. I sat in the backseat like a
good boy. I was all fucked out.
We traveled in silence for awhile. I guess each of us was lost in our own
thoughts and it was a comfortable silence. Cindy finally turned in her seat to
address me.
"Well, Damien? How were we? Did we pass your Test?" She seemed quietly
confident of my answer. It was time for the famous final scene.
"You two more than passed. You got extra credit and everything." She smiled
at me and then at her husband. I could see his eyes in the rearview mirror
assessing me.
"What do we win? Are we free of you at last?" my pretty little teacher
queried. It kind of hurt when she put the question to me like that. I thought
we were all growing kind of fond of one another. I purposely raised my eyes
from hers and stared idly at the spikes in her hair made stiff by semen, until
she blushed.
"You passed the test," I repeated. "Drop me off near my house. When you get
home you'll find out what I've left for you." Edwin's eyes flickered
nervously.
"You...you haven't left any nasty surprises for us at home, have you? Drug
raid, cops or something?" Edwin's voice betrayed his worries.
"No, Ed. Nothing bad. I originally took your dope and like forty-three
thousand dollars. Almost everything you had, I guess. I've given you a couple
of thousand back for your expenses. I sold your dope and ripped off some out
of town gansta's on some cocaine. Long story short, when you get home you will
find about ninety thousand dollars in cash laying on the kitchen table. Also a
present for each of you. It's my way of saying you guys Passed the Test."
They were dumbstruck, glancing seriously at each other for at least five
minutes. Some kind of unspoken communication going on. I was too fucked out
to care much. I continued.
"Anyway, I'm gone. You guys got some nice parting gifts. I'll go on to
something else. I won't bother you anymore."
More silence and sidelong glances. Finally, Edwin Van Horn turned round on me.
"That's an awful lot of money, Damien. I mean, Jesus," he added.
"I don't need it," I said simply. "The State pays my way. Making it was fun
and challenging. I still got some Boyz out there who would kill me if they
could find me. But they can't find me. You guys need the money to get your
shit together. Pay some bills and stuff. Money was what was killing you guys
before, right?" They both nodded solemnly. "So I don't need the money. You
do. You get the money. It's that simple."
"What are you going to do?" Cynthia asked me, "with your life I mean?"
I thought seriously about not telling them. Because it wasn't there business.
But I reflected that I had intruded a great deal on their lives and what the
hell, I wasn't in charge of them anymore. We could be on par.
"I'm going to learn computers and finance. Together. Eventually I will find a
way of using international finance and computers to make money appear that
wasn't there before. Something big, that half the people scream that I'm doing
something illegal and half push for new laws to stop me from doing it in the
future because it was legal when I did it. And the third half will be too
confused to understand what I've done."
"There is no third half, Damien," Edwin reminded me.
"It'll seem like there is when I'm done," I said simply. My educators were
silent. But they didn't doubt me.
Cindy asked, "Damien, tell us what you bought us. We won't have a chance to
thank you for your presents after we drop you off. So just tell us, okay?"
"Do you really want to ruin the surprise? Do you really want to know?" I
teased.
"I do. I really do. I'm one of those people who can't wait 'til Christmas to
open my presents. I've got to know, sweetie".
"Okay. Edwin, I got you a Rolex watch. Not the top of the line or anything
because people might ask questions. It's a Rolex though. Cindy, I bought you
a cocktail ring. Two carats worth of stones, all good quality. You can say
your Aunt left it to you if you need to explain it."
They absorbed that information for awhile as we neared home. Finally, Edwin
said thanks and Cindy echoed him. Then I saw the inspiration in her eyes and
she turned round on me again.
"Thanks, Damien. I've got something for you that I've been holding on to for a
little while." I watched the top of her arm as it angled down onto her
abdomen. I realized that she had plunged her right hand down her tight shorts.
She was playing around down there, her eyes half-closed in concentration. Then
her arm came out and presented itself to me. In her hand was the stone I had
buried up her pussy. It was wet with her secretions. She leaned far back
towards me, gravity trying to pull her heavy teats towards the floor as she
leaned. She dropped the stone in my hand. "Something to remember me by. That
and this." And Cynthia Van Horn, my pretty little teacher, swabbed her wet
fingers across my nose and upper lip. I immediately smelled her wonderful
pussy on my face. It was my turn to blush. "Thanks," I muttered like a tough
guy. She smiled and turned away.
And so it was that they dropped me off in the parking lot of the Library. An
awkward situation indeed. It didn't seem right for their Dominator to thank
them once again, so I didn't. They wished me the best of luck and we parted.
I went into the Library to think about the past few months when I had used my
pretty teacher to work out my perversions on. It had been fun, but now it was
done.
======================================================================
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
=====================================================================
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+