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   Teacher Passes the Test, Part 2 of 10, Mr.  Teacher's Wild Ride by
Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF,everything)











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   I saw Mrs.  Van Horn briefly the next Monday in school.  She looked
haggard, as though she hadn't slept much last night after I gave her the
facial.  In my Humanities class, she avoided looking in my direction for
the whole period.  When the bell sounded at the end of the class, she
tensed, fearing I would stroll up to her and demand another blowjob.  I
left without pestering her.

   Mrs.  Van Horn was the cheerleader coach at the school, grooming
good-looking, affluent young ladies like herself to preen and flounce
before the crowds.  It was a position that took a few extra hours a week to
perform.  I suppose it was her little way of paying back the System that
produced fine young thoroughbreds like she had been.

   I headed out of the school, back to the foster home where I lived.  I
wasn't feeling all that randy yet.  I bided my time, helping the McGwire's
with the chores around the house.  They loved me, and gratefully extended
total freedom to me, never asking where I was going or what I had been
doing.  They were sorely overworked, having received ten boys to care for,
and they were appreciative of any effort to help them.

   A long about Wednesday evening, it was time to head back to the Van
Horn's.  After helping Mrs.  McGwire with the dishes, I headed out.  It was
less than 2 miles to the Van Horn residence, and the evening was pleasantly
cool.  As the shadows increased on my purposeful walk, I noticed a white
Ford Expedition following me.  It was Ed Van Horn, tailing me to see if I
dropped an incriminating letter into a mailbox to be mailed should I fail
to return home.  Typical movie bullshit.  I was somewhat startled though. I
thought Ed's beating and the promise that I might stop tormenting them
would have curtailed any attempt to get the better of me.  I was highly
disappointed and somewhat upset.  He certainly wasn't very good at
surveillance.  I decided on a plan of action on the spot.

   I ducked into the Public Library, my sanctuary when I needed to get away
from the chaos at my home.  I was fast becoming recognized and welcome
there--I spent a lot of time reading--and I was a quiet, respectful boy.  I
borrowed a sheet of paper, an envelope and bought a stamp from the small
dispenser there.  I typed a short note and placed it in the envelope, which
I addressed to the Police Department.  I placed the stamp on the envelope
and walked out.  Ed Van Horn was parked farther down the street, probably
congratulating himself on his inconspicuousness.  I walked into his
subdivision, so that he would have no doubt that I was heading to his home
to rape his wife.  One street away from his home, I stopped in front of a
homeowner's mailbox.  Looking around theatrically, I placed my envelope in
the mailbox and strode energetically around the corner onto the Van Horn's
street.  I listened as I walked.  I heard the Expedition moving up and
stopping.  Seconds later, I could hear the Expedition squeal away.  I was
on their street, so Ed had go around and come home from the other end of
the street to avoid passing me.  I broke into a run.  I didn't want Ed to
have time to open that letter before I got to his house.

   It worked perfectly.  As I strode up the driveway to their secluded
home, Ed pulled up in the Expedition, staring grimly at me as he pulled
into the garage.  He jumped out of the car and approached me.  I could tell
by his bearing that he was pleased with himself.  I noted that he had
stopped using the cane and neck brace routine.

   "Well, if it isn't young Mister Damien North, coming over to my home
uninvited again.  Come in, come in." Ed opened the back door and ushered me
into the home.

   "I'm sorry, Cindy's not home yet.  She'll be along soon."

   "That's fine.  I can wait." I said simply.

   "I've just been checking the mail.  I've got a letter right here."

   Ed pulled my letter to the police out of his shirt.  He stopped and
stared at the envelope.

   "Wait a second--this isn't addressed to me...this is addressed to the
Police Department".  He glanced at me triumphantly.

   I did my best to look like I was at a loss for words.

   "I wonder what it says?" Ed's words were charged with sarcasm, the
lowest form of humor.  "I guess I'll just have to open it, won't I?"

   I said nothing.  The letter had one sentence.  As Ed ripped open the
letter and read it, I inched closer to him.  As his brow furrowed in
puzzlement, I prepared myself.

   "Read it out loud," I commanded him.

   "This letter entitles the bearer to one free ass kicking...", his words
trailed off as he finished.  He lowered the letter to look at me in sudden
consternation.  It hadn't been what he expected at all.  My foot connected
on a roundhouse swing with his stomach.  Ed made a nice whoofing sound as
his dropped to the floor, the letter fluttering in the air as he fell.  I
followed up with a second drop-kick as he rested on his hands and knees. 
Another nice whoofing sound and Eddie threw up.  I bent over and slapped
the glasses right off his face.  Eddie curled up into a fetal position,
expecting to become the recipient of another nice beating.  He had lost
again and had given up hope.  I pulled his belt off him forcibly and laid
into him, striking him hard with the thick leather, making him cry out when
the belt struck his back and neck.  He curled tighter and tighter.  His
initial beating went quickly because I was tiring.  I tossed his belt aside
and pulled his shoes off.  Reaching in, I undid his pants and pulled them
off.  His underwear was dry this time.  I ripped the shirt off his back and
pulled his socks off.  Edwin Van Horn was reduced to a naked, sobbing,
short, bearded guidance counselor.  One with some nice welts forming.

   "Get out to the garage," I ordered, kicking him in the ass.  "Crawl."

   "The neighbors-,"he whined.

   "--won't see you." I finished.  I left the back door open and drove him
with the belt out the door on his hands and knees.  I allowed him to crawl
on the grass rather than the blacktop.  And I lack empathy, eh?  I halted
him in the center of the garage, a three car garage with Eddie's workbench
and tools perfectly arranged under the incandescent lighting.  I located
some cloth clothesline and roped his hands together.  Eddie was still
snuffling quietly, the fight taken out of him.  I noticed a tube of lithium
grease.  I backed Eddie on his hands and knees toward the sidewall, the
belt whistling savagely around his head as he backed up in fear.  Looking
around, I noticed a push broom, neatly hung up on the wall.  I grabbed that
broom and laid it on the floor, the brush backed up against the wall.  I
squirted a generous dollop of grease on the large, smooth wooden tip of the
broom.

   "Back up Eddie".  He backed up slowly and I positioned the handle at his
big pink anus.  He froze at the contact with the wooden broom handle.  I
walked to the front of him and stood at his head, pushing his shoulders
back forcing the broom handle into him.  He gasped in shock as his rectum
was impaled.

   That's when I saw it.  I couldn't believe it at first.  It didn't seem
right after all we had just been through.  Eddie had an erection poking out
of the mess of pubic hair at his groin.  I was taken aback.  It was an
angry little red erection, standing stiffly out from the rest of his pale,
untanned, chunky little body.

   I shucked off my jeans and underwear and knelt down.  My rigid cock
slapped Ed in the face, drawing his attention.  He reared up to avoid the
contact.  I pushed him back down into a kneeling position with the broom
handle lodged up his ass.  I pushed him back until he groaned aloud. 
Grabbing the belt, I looped it around his neck and then told him to suck
me.

   "No...no...no..." Ed moaned helplessly.

   I tightened the belt around his neck, choking him.

   "You get it done now, or I practice on your unconscious body, Eddie. 
What's it going to be?"

   Ed's face turned red first, then moved well into the purple before his
mouth finally opened.  I immediately loosened the belt and waited for his
color to improve.  When I judged he was getting back to normal, I inserted
my penis into his mouth.

   Don't get me wrong.  I'm not homosexual or even bisexual.  Not that
there's anything wrong with that.  This was a pure power trip at Ed's
expense.  And that's exciting.  And that's why my cock swelled while
resting in Ed's mouth.  Why didn't Ed bite my cock off?  That's like asking
why a swimmer doesn't fight a shark that has fatally bitten.  It's far too
late for heroics.

   I instructed teacher Edwin Van Horn in the art of sucking my cock, and
he took to it like a cat to water.  I had him holding me in his mouth while
laving the underside of my cock with his tongue.  I had him gagging like a
schoolgirl when I made him deepthroat me.  I had him practice exciting only
the head of my cock, and then ordered him to bestow a tongue bath on my
balls.  He was soon compliant in every way.  Until the lights of his wife's
car coming up the curving drive bathed us in a revealing light.

   Mrs.  Van Horn's car stopped short on seeing us.  After a few seconds,
the headlights went out and she came scrambling out of the car and running
into the garage.  She pressed the door button to lower the overheadgarage
door.

   "What are you doing?  WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!" she screamed over the
sound of the door.  She looked shocked seeing her husband's face within a
foot of my wet cock, and the broom handle disappearing between his white
hairy buttocks.

   "Just getting warmed up for you, Mrs.  Van Horn," I answered.  "I should
probably just call you Cindy, now that we're all acquainted, eh?"

   "This is...this is...", she sputtered.

   "Take your clothes off", I ordered.

   "Oh No", she cringed away from me, suddenly concerned about her own
safety.

   I looked at Ed's face, crimson with the shame or the effort.  He was
watching her intently.

   "Stay here Ed--I won't be a moment," I promised.  Rising to my feet, I
crossed over to Cindy and grabbed her by the arms.

   "Do you strip now Cindy or do I rip these nice clothes right off you?  I
promise you won't like it if I do," I threatened.

   "oh no", she whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

   I spun her around and ripped the blouse right off her.  Dragging her
backwards at the edge of her loss of balance, I seized a pair of cutters
from the workbench and cut the bra straps right off her back.  Cindy
screamed once.  I leaned into her ear and whispered that if she screamed
again, it would be the last time.  Cindy let loose an unending stream of
"no...no...no...".  It was intoxicating.  I popped the buttons on the side
of her skirt and hauled her skirt down to her ankles.  Her beige silk
panties I ripped right off her.  Her hands flew to cover her private parts
from me.  I spun her around and hugged her to me.  Her eyes were wide with
fright.  She was on the edge of hysteria.  I looked over her shoulder at
Edwin.  He hadn't moved a muscle.  He rested on his elbows with the broom
lodged up his ass watching us.

   "Let me see what you've got for me, Cindy," I said, holding her at arms
length in front of me.  Her breasts hung on her chest, magnificent
handfuls. Quite a rack for a small woman.  Her aureoles were the rare large
pancake, dusky pink variety with large nipples.  I never would have guessed
that.  Her belly was soft and perfect; her hips graceful; her legs short
and curvy.  Another surprise--her pussy was shaved.  How decadent.  How
alluring.  Teacher Cindy Van Horn had a shaved monkey, hidden beneath the
dignity of her school marm clothes!

   "Oh, that's a nice package, Mrs.  Van Horn." Me and Ed can have fun with
that.."

   I pulled her over to Ed.

   "Ed tried to pull a fast one again, Cindy.  I made him pay.  He's paying
right now, wouldn't you say?"

   She didn't answer.  I went on.

   "Tell me honestly.  Do you think you can beat me?"

   Cindy shook her head mutely, the tears falling silently down her pretty
face.

   "Can Ed beat me?"

   Again a no.

   "If you put your heads together--which I'm afraid you've already
done--collaborated against me, I mean--could the two of you beat me?"

   She shook her head, staring at Ed at our feet.

   "Would you agree that I hold all the cards--your dope, your money, your
future,?"

   Cindy Van Horn nodded fervently.

   "Do you believe that I'm unbalanced?

   A somber religious nod.

   "Be honest now, Mrs.  Van Horn.  Do you trust that eventually I'll tire
of you and leave you alone, just like I said I would?"

   "will you?", she whispered.

   "I will.  This is only going to last a few months, until I'm satisfied
with you.  Then I'm gone.  You'll get your dope money and your dope back.
You'll get your life back.  But if I see any further attempts made by
either of you to stop my game before it's through, I can't even imagine the
lengths I'll go to hang you.  Do you understand?"

   "yes", she breathed, terrified by me.

   To Eddie: "And do you understand Eddie?" He nodded his head quickly.

   I swung back to Cindy Van Horn.

   "Now you listen and you listen good.  I'm just a bit tired of your
bullshit.  I came here to fuck you.  I ran into your dumb ass husband and
he attacked me.  Again.  See who won?  Again?  Now you get over there and
you do what I say when I say to do it.  I'm not interested in your thoughts
on the subject.  Understand?".

   She nodded, galvanized by my anger.

   I ordered Eddie to turn over onto his back.  He groaned as he slowly
turned over.  The broom handle fell out of his ass.  After he lay heavily
on his back on the cool cement of the garage, I went to his legs and
reinserted the broom.  At my encouragement, he slowly slid his body towards
the wall, impaling himself anew on the broom.  I watched Cindy.  Her face
was impassive.  Her right arm attempted to cover the expanse of her heavy
breasts; her left hand covered her pussy.  Her face was impassive, but I
thought I saw a glint of disgust at her husband's predicament.  Eddie
maintained his stubby erection throughout.

   "You see Ed's cock Cindy?" She glanced at his groin, and witnessed his
reaction to the rough treatment.  She looked at his face; Eddie closed his
eyes.  "Why don't you help him Cindy?  Get on all fours and climb over him.
Put your ass over his face." She hesitated only an instant, then did as she
was told.  She was content to lower her pussy in the direction of his face,
but loathe to place her face anywhere near his jutting cock.  I dropped
back down to my knees at Ed's head.  I lowered my cock to Edwin's lips.  At
the contact his eyes opened, unfocused.  "Get me wet, Ed", I ordered.  I
grabbed the loose end of the belt around his neck.  I didn't have to
tighten up.  Ed's mouth popped open and I pressed my cock down to luxuriate
in the warmth of his mouth.  My erection swelled anew.

   "I've been teaching your husband some new tricks Cindy.  He's getting
good at giving me some skull.  Practice is what it's all about.  How about
you practice on Ed for a while?  He's obviously excited.  I want you to get
him off with your mouth.  Go," I ordered.

   Cindy gave a little sob in her throat.  She leaned over Ed's groin and
took him into her mouth.  She bobbed her face up and down over his cock.  I
bet that felt good to him.  I watched one of her tears fall onto his
bruised thigh.  When I felt my cock had reposed long enough in Ed's bearded
mouth, I removed it.  Cindy's heart shaped ass was right in line.  I placed
my hands on her cheeks and spread them, exposing the small brown star of
her asshole.  Cindy tensed when I placed my hands upon her.  Her mouth
slipped off Ed's member.

   "No,no,no Cindy.  We just talked about this.  I don't want to hear you.
You're going to say you don't want a butt fucking aren't you?  But I'm sure
Ed didn't want a beating and a broom up his ass, and I didn't want to be
kneeling on a cold garage floor.  So let's all make the best of it.  Get
you mouth back on him."

   Cindy sobbed and placed her mouth back on Ed's penis, milking him.  I
lined up my saliva-soaked penis with her inviting ass and pushed my cock at
her.  She moaned in discomfort as the head of my cock fought against her
defenses ,then sank into her.  I waited there for her to accommodate my
girth.  She stiffened as though a poker was being shoved up her ass.  I
could tell she didn't like this one bit.  I could see Ed's face down
beneath my legs.  His eyes were open now, watching me take his wife's ass.
I forged ahead into her rectum, pulling her ass back to accept me.  She
screamed into Ed's cock.  I began stroking into her.  It seemed mighty
uncomfortable to her to judge by her muffled yelps.

   I sawed into her for at least five minutes, her dainty brown anus
changing to a swollen, reddened circle.  It was heaven in there.  She never
once let up with her cries as she finished Ed off.  I felt him stiffen
under us and Cindy's mouth flew off his cock.  He jetted his load onto his
stomach, coating his hairs with milky semen.  Cindy studiously avoided it,
spitting his initial jet onto his stomach.  I redoubled my efforts in her
backside to the accompaniment of her cries.  As I came, I pulled out and
shot my load down onto Eddie's neck and chest.  He tensed as though my
semen was battery acid.  My cock was browned with a small curlicue of
Cindy's shit clinging to the side of the shaft.  It had been nice up her
back passage.  Cindy's new red eye gaped forlornly at me, seeking my
sympathies.  Her ass closed slowly as she fell off Ed onto her side on the
cold cement.  She was all fucked out.

   "Not yet, Cindy.  You've still got to clean Ed off.  It appears that
I've messed on him.  And you should have swallowed when he started coming
in your mouth.  Clean him.  Go," I ordered her.

   Cindy didn't move.  I knew she had heard me.  I slipped the belt off
Ed's neck.  I gave her a few extra seconds to comply.  When she didn't
move, I stood up and brought the belt crashing down on the top cheek of her
ass.  Cindy screamed.  I hit her again, striking both cheeks.  Cindy
scrambled back onto her knees, burying her face in the come on Ed's
stomach. Her lips pinched together and sucked his skin clean, moving slowly
around collecting the strands of his semen.  When she was fairly started, I
relaxed.  When she finished Ed's lower portion, she moved up his body and
sucked my spend off his chest hairs.  I saw a glob of my semen that had
missed Ed on my initial volley.  It lay glistening on the cement.  I
pointed it out to Cindy; her tongue snaked out and rasped against the
concrete, licking my wad off the floor.  She looked up hopefully when she
was through.  Her ass bore two red bands where I had whipped her.  I
beckoned her to rise.  She stood up stiffly, hunched as though she had to
take a shit.  I hugged her with one hand while snaking my penis over her
lower belly, cleaning myself on her skin.  She watched mutely.

   "Ed, you can take that broom out now," I said quietly.  Ed slid up the
floor, the broom handle clattered to the floor, besmirched with his shit.
He looked totally exhausted.  I held Cindy's nude body, one hand clasped
around her waist possessively, the other playing idly with a big dangling
tit.  I addressed my comments to both of them.



   "Well, that certainly was fun.  I hadn't expected to use Cindy's ass
tonight.  I'd say it went well.  What do you guys have going this
week-end?"

   My question hung in the air, until Ed finally said, "we have a wedding
Saturday, and Cindy's parents are coming over Sunday for dinner."

   "How about the next week-end?", I pressed.  Surely knew better than to
delay me.  "nothing", Cindy whispered.

   "Then it's settled.  I'm spending that week-end at your house.  From
Friday night to Sunday.  I think we'll have a good time, don't you?"

   They didn't answer.  It's possible they thought I was being facetious.

   Finally, Ed said, "If it's not too big a deal, I'll need some of our
money back.  I have to make the mortgage and car payments." Such odd words
coming from a naked man laying on his back in a garage.

   "Can you do another dope deal?", I asked, curious.

   "We're--I'm--out of that game, Ed amended.  "It ended the first night
you came over".

   "How much you need?"

   "About eighteen hundred".

   I pretended to think briefly.  Their money meant nothing to me.  "I'll
leave the money with our pretty, little schoolteacher in class tomorrow,
okay?"

   "I'd appreciate that," Ed said quietly, without the least hint of
sarcasm.  Even Cindy relaxed visibly at my side.  Her left hand rubbed idly
at her ass where I'd struck her.  They must be driven by the need for
money, I thought to myself.

   "Well, to avoid awkward pauses in our conversation, I'll take my leave
now.  You guys must be tired.  I hope we all have a better understanding of
our relationship such as it is for the time being.  Remember, there is a
light at the end of the tunnel.  Don't fuck with me, and I won't fuck with
you too much."

   I dressed and left them in the garage.  I left out the side door.  I
left them to confront the realities about themselves that they had
discovered that night.

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End of Teacher Passes the Test,Part 2 of 10, Mr.  Teacher's Wild Ride by
Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF everything)

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   In Part 3 of Teacher Passes the Test--He Sleeps on the Wet Spot-- our
anti-hero spends a week-end at the Van Horn's home putting the pretty
schoolteacher through her paces. 
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