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Friday AM, June 04, 1999
A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive,
Filename: teach10.txt
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Teacher Passes the Test,
Part 10 of 10,
All Good Things Have To Come Up Your End,
by Shakespeare_I._Aint
And so it was that my forced relationship with my educators ended, and
honestly, I was at a loss to fill my weekends. So I filled my hand. I
masturbated, thinking of the things I had made my pretty little teacher do, and
the things I believe she had eventually come to enjoy. I was whacking off
myself at least twice a day. In bed at night, in the shower, even in the men's
bathroom at the library. My teacher's gift--a pussy-scented rock, sat proudly
atop my dresser.
Some of you might think, with my natural penchant for stalking, that I would
haunt the Van Horn's home. But I didn't. I had made a deal with them and they
had lived up to it. They apparently didn't need me anymore and I stayed away.
The semester had ended and I was no longer in Cynthia Van Horn's Humanities
class. I saw her almost daily in the halls but she didn't see me and I did not
approach her. I didn't see Edwin Van Horn at all. He was probably holed up in
his office shuffling papers and dealing with problem students who hadn't boned
his wife. For my part, I had entered into Math, Finance and Computer classes
and finally resorted to taking my required Physical Education Classes. I had a
deep-seated aversion to Physical Education. All the team sports and organized
activities bothered me. I didn't mind the team concept; I just wanted to pick
and lead my own team.
I was in my last hour of school, shooting lazy baskets in the free time part of
Physical Education when I was approached by Mr. Collins, the Physical Education
Teacher. He had bothered me the first few days about joining his basketball
team until I finally laid down the law to him. He had gone away with quite the
unattractive scowl on his face. I had very low hopes about what my grade would
be in this class regardless of my athletic ability. When he approached me this
time, I had figured he wanted to try once more to get through to me. I thought
idly about the clich s he would use. He usually spoke almost entirely in
sports clich s. He wore sweatsuits and was one of those guys whose fat goes
entirely to their gut. He protruded quite a bit there. It was hard to believe
he had once played on a state championship high school team in the time when
dinosaurs ruled the earth. I nailed a perfect twenty-footer from the baseline
as he approached. Nothing but net. That would piss him off. He was flanked
as usual by his fawning players. He pulled a hall pass out of his pocket and
handed it to me. "You gotta appointment with your counselor," he said flatly
and walked away.
I looked at the hall pass. I had an appointment with Counselor Van Horn. Huh.
I took a drink of water at the luke-warm drinking fountain and headed down two
miles of hallway until I got to Administration. Mrs. Crawford, Ed's dumpy
secretary, checked my look out when I handed her the pass. She picked up the
phone and intercommed into Ed's office, and then told me I could go in.
Edwin opened the door as I approached it and motioned me to a chair. He spoke
briefly with Mrs. Crawford, checking on the status of her work and then
released her for the day. She seemed only too glad to leave the mounds of work
that lay on her desk. She grabbed her coat and purse and vanished. I sprawled
casually in the chair opposite Ed's desk and waited. He shuffled back into his
office and slouched behind his authority desk. His desk, conversely, was
almost bare. We stared at each other idly for awhile until I had to smile.
And Edwin loosened up.
"How have you been, Damien? Keeping out of trouble, I hope?" he asked me
conversationally.
"I'm okay. I started some interesting classes and I hit the library almost
every day," I answered, wondering where this was leading.
"Starting your program to take over the world?" he asked jovially, searching my
face.
"Pretty much," I answered glibly. "You don't believe I could?"
"It wouldn't surprise me, Damien. Not after everything that's happened," he
answered me quietly. He watched me silently, and I could hear the gears in his
head whirring as he considered the best way to approach whatever the next
subject would be. He cleared his throat several times. I waited on him.
"First off, uh.. I... we wanted to thank you again for the nice gifts you left
us. And the money," Edwin amended. I just stared back at him as he struggled
for words. Edwin obviously expected me to answer and he struggled for words
when I didn't speak. "We... our deal is done, right? All paid up? On an even
footing so to speak?" I nodded in the affirmative. Edwin's face turned red
and I knew he was turning into his subject. As his mouth opened to gush out
more words, a small knock came at the door. He croaked for the person outside
to come in.
And my pretty little teacher came in. My Cynthia walked in and stood behind
her husband's desk. She gave me a shy smile and said, "Hi, Damien." I nodded
to her agreeably. Ed's wife was dressed for cheerleader practice. Wearing
some baggy shorts and a sweatshirt with the Clinton High School logo on it. A
Brahma bull or something. Those magnificent breasts covered by sweatshirt. To
keep the high school boys at bay. And Cynthia Van Horn guessed correctly that
her husband hadn't broached the subject yet and that her knock had come early.
She flushed and gripped the back of his chair. Edwin's voice went up a notch.
"Dear, I was just telling Damien here that we thank him again for those gifts.
I was going to mention that we're going to start our own family pretty soon..."
Cynthia Van Horn didn't answer her husband. She just kind of stared off at a
point on the wall behind my head. Edwin forged ahead helplessly. "Damien
tells me that we are even. Passed the test, so to speak." It was his second
use of 'so to speak' in the last minute. "Uh... Damien, based on that, and the
fact that you have left us alone--I'd, uh... we would like to ummm.....make a
proposal. He foundered at looked at me for feedback.
"Go ahead, Mr. Van Horn. I'm listening." I stared idly at Cynthia Van Horn
who was making a conscious effort to leave her embarrassed body and float out
of the room.
"We, uh... might find it acceptable to...offer you an invitation to our home
some time....on our terms, you understand," Edwin stammered.
"Your terms?" I questioned.
"Yes, on our terms," Edwin said precisely.
"I guess I don't understand. You would invite me back to your home?"
"Yes. That's right," my counselor said.
"Under your terms?"
"Definitely. Under our terms, definitely."
"Well, what are your terms?"
"Uh... our terms are... uh... well, nothing in public or in school. That would
be a term, I guess. And nothing violent. No hitting or force. Things like
that." Edwin peered at me to gauge my reaction before he went on. Cindy
lowered her face to cast short glances between we and her husband. Watching
our negotiation.
"What else? I mean, I know you guys must have talked about this before you
called me in. What else?", I prodded gently.
"Well... no drug use anymore. And no one else. Just the three of us. And,
well, we just play by our rules."
I looked at Cindy, who turned away guiltily. "You two are going to have a
baby?"
She nodded briefly in my direction. "I'm off the Pill. Edwin and I will start
a family," she said quietly. I addressed Edwin.
"I'm glad things are working out for you guys. And I would like to visit you
at your invitation from time to time. I guess I wouldn't be calling the shots
though, right?"
Edwin gushed. "No, Damien, maybe I'm not making this clear enough. We will
have certain rules of course. I hate to have to say this. We... enjoyed...
aspects of this situation. Certain things we had to do. Understand? So
within specified guidelines, you would still have a range of... activities that
we could do at your request. Things we've done before and maybe some new
things too. You could call some shots."
"Lactation?", I asked. "Could we do milk fun?"
Edwin reddened even further. "I... don't see why not. Honey?", he addressed
his wife standing behind his chair.
"We could try that," she answered faintly, looking down at the mounds on her
chest.
"Okay. How should we seal this deal?" I asked, my cock hardening in my shorts.
Edwin glanced around nervously and licked his lips. "What are you suggesting?"
"I know it would violate your 'no school zone' policy but how about some
action? Right here and right now. A one-time good deal before we agree on an
arrangement. What do you say?"
His wife leaned down and whispered into his ear. He nodded. "How about you
step out for a minute, Damien. We'll call you back in."
I arose and walked out, closing the door behind me. While I waited, I glanced
through some student files on Mrs. Crawford's cluttered desk. Within five
minutes, Edwin opened the door and beckoned me in. Once inside, I found his
wife still standing behind his desk chair. With her shorts off. Her slim hips
and short blonde pubis visible to me as I craned head to watch her. She was
still wearing that sweatshirt. But naked down below.
"Take your shorts off and lay on the floor," she commanded me. And I didn't
mind being ordered around if I could have some of that pussy. I was tired of
smelling that pussy-scented rock in my bedroom. I shucked my shorts and
underwear off and kicked them away. While Edwin watched, I lay down on the
thinly carpeted cement floor. The floor was hard as a rock. Hard as my cock
which jutted vertically above my abdomen. I watched as Cindy came around the
desk and straddled me with her beautiful derriere facing my groin and her face
above me. Then she eased herself down onto my hips. I felt her pussy rub
wetly on my thigh before she scooted up and kissed me on the lips. Her eyes
closed. An invitation. She settled herself on my stomach and we soul-kissed
passionately. It was nice. She had only voluntarily kissed me once before.
And I had to ask her to do it that time. This was nice. She rubbed her groin
lightly on my stomach as we kissed. I felt her short pussy hair rubbing a
gainst my stomach. She let out small moans as we kissed. And when I heard
Edwin lower himself down near my waist and take me into his mouth, I almost
came right there. My guidance counselor took me into his mouth and sucked me
while his wife and I kissed. He forced his face onto my prod, taking me in
deeply and giving off his own wet, little moans. In that activity we stayed
for awhile; my teacher kissing and rubbing against me while my guidance
counselor fellated me. I could have come that way, given time. Instead, my
teacher pulled off me, her eyes opening mischievously and she lifted up off me.
I watched as her precious ass came into my view as she rotated position. Then
her hindquarters dropped gently onto my face and my five senses got a ride on
the Pussy Encounter. I buried my tongue in my teacher, her insides warm and
tasty. My nose was buried within an inch of her brown bunghole, whose depths I
had plumbed repeatedly during our relationship. It smelled clean. My Ci ndy
was not content to rest her sex above! my face, She dropped it on me and rubbed
up and down my face while I laid some heavy tongue onto her. I felt her
fingernails tracing lightly on my balls and then the mouth on my penis changed.
From Edwin's to Cindy's. She took me into her mouth and gave me some of her
wet mouthwork. I was in seventh heaven, buried in her crotch. Licking from
her asshole to her clitoris as she moved on me. Soon she began really racing
over my face, suffocating me in her wet snatch and rubbing hard on my nose.
With her whole weight slapped on my face she came, gasping and plunging on me.
I was afraid she would break my nose, and I was barely able to breath for
awhile. My face was awash in her juices as she orgasmed strongly. Finally she
pulled her clam off my face. I panted lightly. I could see her pussy and
butthole clench slightly as she went through her aftershocks. She rose
unsteadily to her feet.
"Stand up," she ordered me. I got up off the carpet. My teacher and guidance
counselor were kneeling in front of me. Cindy took my cock in her hand and
pulled me to them. They began licking my penis, while Cindy stroked me
lightly. It was quite the erotic sight and I reveled in it. They gave me a
complete tongue bath, hefting and swabbing my balls--each even taking one into
their mouth and sucking gently. I could see that Edwin Van Horn had fished his
member out of his pants and was stroking off as he licked me. Finally Cindy
gave him a nudge and he disappeared behind me. Cindy looked up at me. "Grab
the back of my head and fuck my face."
I gave her no time to change her mind. I put my hands on the back of my
teacher's head and pulled her mouth onto my cock. All the way. Past the point
where she was usually comfortable. I buried myself in her gullet, waiting for
her to gag on me. But she didn't try to free herself. Her lips were pressed
against my groin. I pulled her head back off and then plunged into her again.
This time I heard a little gag from her but she didn't pull away. Her mouth
was warm and tight on me. I started to mouthfuck her pulling her face onto my
cock. And she complied. I buried myself in her repeatedly, luxuriating in the
back of her throat. Even I wasn't prepared for Edwin, who parted my buttcheeks
with his hands and applied his tongue to my asshole. Wild feeling. The
husband probing my ass with his tongue as I pulled her face onto my cock.
Don't blame me for coming fast. I couldn't hold out. I shot ropy wads of my
jism into my pretty little teacher's mouth. That got a small rise o ut of her.
Her eyes bugged out in receipt of my offering and she backed off until only my
cockhead was buried in her. With her husband's tongue buried up my backside I
squirted and squirted into her accepting mouth. Giving up my own little groans
and trying to push into her face. Edwin gave up on my tightly clenched
asscheeks. He edged back around to my side and watched his wife as I finished
in her. I stepped back and she released me from her mouth, her eyes gazing
proudly up at me. Edwin crowded close to her and she opened her mouth.
Displayed her mouth to us. We could see my load glistening on her tongue and
teeth. She leaned in towards Edwin and he took her in his arms. They kissed
and kissed, sharing my ejaculate. I watched in amazement. What a show. I
noticed that Edwin's right hand was a mess. He had worked himself off in his
hand. Good for him. Finally, they broke off their sloppy kiss.
"Do we have the basis for an agreement, Damien?" my pretty little teacher
panted to me.
I looked down at them somewhat fondly. "I think that we do, Teacher. I think
that we do..."
The End of Teacher Passes the Test, Part 10 of 10, All Good Things Have to Come
up Your End.
========================================================================
Teacher Passes the Test Parts 1-10 by Shakespeare_I._Aint
Part One: It Was Worth Breaking In
Part Two: Mr. Teacher's Wild Ride
Part Three: Who Sleeps On The Wet Spot?
Part Four: Nothing Like a Facial to Tighten up those Pores
Part Five: Kind Of Slutty For a Cheerleader...
Part Six: Spare The Rod And Spoil the Teacher
Part Seven: What Have You Been Eating?
Part Eight: Now That's Entertainment!
Part Nine: Walk This Way
Part Ten: All Good Things Have To Come Up Your End
=======================================================================
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