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   Teacher Passes the Test ,Part 3 of 10, Who Sleeps on the Wet Spot?  by
Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF everything)















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   The intervening nine days before I went to spend the week-end at the Van
Horn's were excruciatingly dull.  Time and time again, I resolved to order
them to expect me that night.  But for some reason I didn't.  I also
fantasized about dragging my pretty little teacher into the janitor's lose
fr a blowjob.  I didn't do that either.  The only time I came close to her
was when I gave her eighteen hundred dollars of their money to pay some
bills they had.

   Cindy Van Horn gradually relaxed as the days between my last visit
increased.  She still avoided looking directly at me when she taught class,
but overall, her cold, unfeeling teaching style returned.  I don't think
she really liked children or teaching very much.

   I spent most evenings on their property, looking into their windows.  I
was there the Saturday night they returned from a wedding, both drunk and
bickering as they went inside the home.  Ed ended up sleeping in the spare
bedroom that night.  I stopped by on Sunday afternoon, peering in to catch
a glimpse of Cindy's parents, both nice looking older people.  Cindy was a
cookie-cutter image of her mother, only 30 years younger.  Cindy's Mom
looked very bangable even in her fifties.  Edwin and Cindy's father watched
PBS although there were some good football games on.  They chatted
listlessly, neither very interested in the other.  After they left early in
the evening, Edwin and Cindy broke back out in an argument about something
he had said to her father.  The argument finally tangentially referenced me
and I could hear what they were saying from my place outside the kitchen
bay window.

   Cindy was still for turning the tables on me to get their money back. 
She harped angrily on the two beatings Edwin had received at my hands.  She
was derisive on Ed's qualities as her protector because of me.  Ed, for his
part, was decidedly against any further attempt to get at me.  I could tell
he didn't believe he could handle me short of killing me, and he wasn't
prepared to do that.  Cindy did want me dead, that much she made clear,
spinning elaborate plans and screaming at Ed because he had no stomach for
them.  She referred to me as "that fucking orphan" yelling that I had raped
her twice while Ed did nothing.  She finally broke down crying.  Ed slept
alone that night too.

   As the weekdays slowly passed, I became more and more excited about
spending the week-end at their beautiful ranch home.  I also became
hypercautious regarding Cindy's attitude.  It seemed highly possible that
she had talked Edwin into something involving me.  I scouted the home
Thursday night and caught the argument in progress.  Cindy was highly
emotional approached and she was trying to persuade Edwin to let her give
me an excuse as to why I couldn't spend the week-end.  She wanted to call
in for a funeral day Friday and have Edwin take her out of town for the
week-end.  They would tell me that his aunt in upstate New York had died.
Edwin was non-committal.  He told her he didn't think I would accept
that--that I would demand to see a death notice in that town's paper.  He
told her simply that it wouldn't work, and even if it did, I'd make her do
something nasty when she got back.  He added that he didn't want her to
have to "do him" in the school because if we were caught, the whole truth
would come out.  He tried to reassure her that he would do everything in
his power to ensure that she wasn't hurt.  She didn't want to hear it. 
Ed's streak of sleeping alone continued.

   In class on Friday, after the bell rang, I really expected to hear Mrs.
Van Horn call for me to stay a moment.  I watched her intently.  Her face
turned toward me.  Seeing me stare at her, she flushed angrily and stalked
out of her own class.

   After I helped Mrs.  McGwire with the dinner dishes, I informed them
that I was staying with a friend over the week-end to work on a project for
the Science Bonanza.  I added that I would stop by during the week-end to
make sure everything was fine around the house.  She was more than glad to
let me go, especially since I would come back and help her with the chores
around the home.

   At eight in the evening, after stopping by the bus station locker, I sat
outside the window of the Van Horn's home trying to ensure that they didn't
have anything special planned to ruin my week-end, such as killing me. 
They were at each other's throats, hurling insults and abuse at each other.
They were sorely divided and should be easy to conquer.  I shouldered my
backpack and rang the bell.  The shouting ceased and I could hear a door
slam.  Ed answered the door.

   "Come in," he said dully.

   I followed him in.  Cindy was nowhere to be seen.

   "Where's Cindy", I asked curiously.

   "She locked herself in our bedroom when you rang the bell"

   "Locked?" I pressed.

   "The key is above the door molding.  Even if it wasn't, it's one of
those locks you can open with a nail", Ed seemed irritated at his wife.

   "Okay, Ed, here's a list of stuff I need for the weekend.  Here's some
money I took out of your stash.  Go get this stuff and come back. 
Understand?"

   Ed looked at the list I gave him.  He accepted the money silently and
headed out the back door.  When I saw his car leave, I ducked out of doors
and approached the bedroom window.  Through the sheers, I could see Cindy
laying on the bed watching some stupid gameshow.  She had pushed a chair
against the door.  She looked stiff with fear lying there in gym shorts and
an Ohio State tee-shirt.  I came back in and locked the doors.

   I knocked on the bedroom door.  "Teacher?"

   "Go away, you bastard", she moaned in fear and loathing.

   "Let me in, Cindy", I pressed.

   "No...NO!" Cindy was crying now.

   I felt around for the key above the door.  It was there.

   "Last chance, Van Horn," I warned.

   "Where's Edwin?  I want Edwin", she cried.

   I pushed the key in and felt the lock knob push out.  The door was
unlocked.  I pushed through quickly, tumbling the chair away from the door
violently for effect.  I gave her my best Nicholson, "HERE'S
JOHNNIEEEEE..." imitation.

   When my eyes lit upon her, she jumped to her feet, trying to run by me
out the bedroom door.  I snagged the back of her pants at the waist and
hurled her back onto the bed.  She screamed in fright, fighting me.  I
knelt on her arms and slapped her twice.  Hard.  I told her to shut up. 
She stopped screaming, sobbing loudly now.  I relaxed.  "Undress," I
ordered, moving off her.  She held her burning face in her hands for a
moment, then arose and tugged her shorts and panties off.  She pulled her
shirt over her head mechanically.  No bra.  Wonderful titties, big with
huge nipples.  I doffed my clothes and motioned her onto the bed.  I told
her Ed had run out to pick up a few things, but that he told me to get
started.  She looked like a lost soul.  I mauled her tits, sucking and
kneading them, hefting and weighing them.  She lay with her eyes closed,
unresponsive to my clumsy self-indulgence.  My cock soared.  These tits
were everything a man could hope for.  I played with them for twenty
minutes, tweaking and pinching the nipples to get a rise out of her.  She
never responded except for a few grunts of pain.  I finally tore myself
away and rummaged through their drawers.  I noted Cindy watching me closely
from almost closed eyelids.  I located her beige plastic vibrator and some
motion lotion.  Cheap stuff from some Spencer's Gift store somewhere.  I
was glad I sent Ed out for some good stuff.  I anointed my jutting cock and
approached Cindy.  I pulled the covers off and motioned her under.  I
mounted her, moving my cock between her unwilling legs.  My cock slid into
her pussy easily.  I reveled in her warmth.  I had finally made it.  I had
finally entered my pretty, little schoolteacher's shaved pussy.  I drove
into her repeatedly, her eyes shut and grunting acceptance of my thrusts
into her.  I tipped her cervix a couple of times, much to her discomfort.
Just as I came, I pulled out and shot across her stomach onto the clean
linen sheets.  She looked slightly disgusted, even more so when I wouldn't
allow her to wipe herself or the sheets off.  I rolled off and headed to
the basement.  I located Ed's stash and brought the dope and a pipe back
upstairs.  I poured some wine for both of us and ambled back to the
bedroom. My little teacher slut was just as I'd left her.  I sparked up the
weed and handed it to her.  She accepted it grudgingly, as if she didn't
want to smoke a peace pipe with me.  Truth be told, I was getting irritated
by her body language.  It was totally rejectful.  She had been warned about
that.  I hoped she didn't anger me into a nice little beating.

   We relaxed, smoking silently and watching the next stupid gameshow. 
More correctly, I should say that I relaxed.  My little schoolteacher
refused to look at me.  She was tense as she smoked and sipped her wine.  I
could tell that my mess on her marriage bed really bugged her.

   Edwin got home a little while later.  I slipped into my pants and padded
out into the dark family room, waiting.  He came in through the backdoor,
his hands full of bags.  He set his keys on the table and hurried to the
bedroom.  I followed him quietly.  Upon finding that I was not in the
bedroom, he turned and saw me standing behind him.  He relaxed visibly,
seeing that I wasn't going to attack him.

   "Did you get all the stuff?" I asked, easily.

   "Yes, it's all there", he answered simply, waiting for me.

   "Take your clothes off and get in there," I ordered.

   Edwin Van Horn took off his clothes, folding them neatly before placing
them on his dresser.  I told him to sit on the bed.  He avoided the wet
spots my cum had made.

   "Cindy, give Ed a blowjob to get his week-end started right," I ordered.
Cindy had a nice buzz going, she had been lost in the television show,
ignoring her husband and myself.  She looked distastefully over at him,
standing naked at the side of the bed, then slowly crawled down to a
position between his legs and took his stubby member in her mouth.  Edwin
looked over her naked body at me sitting in the armchair in the corner.  He
looked almost grateful.  I sipped my wine and concentrated on Cindy's
lovely ass presented to my view.  It was arousing seeing my little
schoolteacher blowing her husband.  When he started to stiffen and hump
forward into her face, I instructed him to blow his load of the sheets. 
Cindy's mouth popped off his cock.  Ed stood up, turned around and blew his
load on the fitted sheet, adding his come to mine.

   Cindy reached over and took a large gulp of her wine to wash her mouth
out.  "Clean him, Cindy." I said quietly.

   She glanced at me with a look of pure evil, then swung her head back to
Edwin's penis.  She sucked on it, gagging a bit, then spit it out clean. 
she finished her wine, gargling pointedly while looking at me angrily.  I
had Ed pour her another.  I had him spark a second bowl, then a third.  I
didn't partake.  I didn't want to lose my edge.

   Man, they could smoke.  A pipe full of ganga didn't last long around
these two.  I could see Cindy floating away from us, off in her own little
world where nobody made the little princess do anything she didn't want to
do.  Edwin was silent and contemplative.  It was time to fuck with the
School Teacher Princess.  Cindy sat demurely on the edge of the bed, her
jugs hanging down magnificently.  She was entranced by the television.

   I eased out of my chair, my buzz cool and mellow.  I went into the
living room and retrieved my knapsack.  I opened it in their presence;
Cindy ignoring me; Edwin showed a healthy dose of interest.  I removed the
tape of their lovemaking and popped it into the VCR.  The screen went
black, then popped into focus.  Edwin and Cynthia Van Horn, amateur porno
actors.  Cindy sat bolt upright in shock!

   "NO!!  NO!", she squealed.  That's personal!!  You can't watch that!"

   She rose immediately and went to the VCR.  She popped the tape out and
turned to survey my reaction.  I stared at her, my face betraying nothing.
Oh, but she was furious!

   "That tape is between me and my husband.  You have no right to watch
what we did before you FUCKED UP OUR LIVES!  You told me you erased that
tape," she hissed at Edwin.  He looked away guiltily.

   "Put the tape back in", I said warningly.

   "No.  You do what you want--you do anyway--but that's too much.  You can
RAPE me--but you can't take my dignity.  You're not going to embarrass me
in my own home.  I WON'T STAND FOR IT!!"

   I stood up and went to her armoire.  I pulled out two pair of nylons. 
Turning to Edwin sitting on the floor, I ordered him to stand.  He did so
slowly, and I could tell he was weirded out.

   "Eddie, I need you to grab her arms.  I've got to tie her to the bed."

   Edwin stood uncertainly.

   "Eddie, if you don't do as I say, you'll take her beating."

   That got his attention.  Many of his bruises were still visible; even
his nose was still swollen from the first night.  He looked apologetically
at his wife.  She stared at him in horror.

   "NO EDWIN!!  Don't you DARE!!", she screamed at him.  He advanced on her
and pulled her onto the bed.

   "On her stomach," I ordered.  He flipped her bodily.  Cindy was flailing
wildly at him, trying to bite and scratch him.  I pulled one of her arms
free and held it until I could knot it to the headboard.  With only one arm
to fight with, Cindy was done.  I secured her other arm easily.  Cindy
twisted and sobbed in humiliation.  I tied her feet apart.  Cindy was
spread-eagled on her stomach.  I kept a close eye on Ed, watching him for
any signs of rebellion.  He just waited patiently.

   I returned to my chair, rustling through the shopping bags Ed had
brought.  I removed a short red plastic cat o' nine tails.  It was
basically a liquorice whip.  Wouldn't break anyone's skin with this thing.
Which was good, because I wasn't out to damage anyone intentionally.  I
tossed it to Ed, who avoided catching it, slipping away as though I had
tossed a live cat at him.  Cindy twisted her head, trying to see what was
going on behind her.  I signaled for Ed to pick up the whip.  Now he had a
weapon in his hands.  Not a great weapon, unless he was to strike me in the
face.  We stared at each other.  Finally, I gestured for him to step up to
the side of the bed.  I addressed my comments to both of them.

   "You know what the difference between you and Edwin is, Cindy?  It's
that you keep trying to dominate.  Like you dominate your relationship. 
Your only problem is that I don't care what you want.  I thought I made
that clear several times.  Apparently you weren't listening.  Edwin here is
different.  He's looking long-term.  He wants his money and his dope back.
He knows that letting me do WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT is the only safe
course of action.  He has the bruises to prove it.  Ed learned his lesson
well.  You on the other hand, have to go to the principal's office for some
remedial education.  Corporal punishment is what's called for in this
situation.  Edwin's going to whip you until I think you've finally learned
your lesson."

   Cindy craned her head from my side of the bed to Edwin, who was standing
sheepishly on the other side.  She snarled at him like a wildcat.

   "Edwin Van Horn, don't you dare.  DON'T YOU DARE!"

   "Honey, I don't have any choice," he implored her.

   "NO!!  NO!!", she screamed.

   "Let's just get through this.  Let's just get through this," he repeated
weakly.

   "NO!", she looked back over her shoulder at me, frantically.  "Listen.
I'll do what you want!!  We'll watch the tape!!  Just let me go and we'll
watch the tape.  I'll give you a blowjob!!"

   "Sorry, Mrs.  Van Horn.  You made your play and you lost.  A whipping is
called for.  You've got nothing you can give me that I couldn't just take.
Sorry".

   I gave her my best evil grin.  My cock was erect just at the thought of
her whipping.

   "There is one thing I need though.  I need you to allow me to put your
panties in your mouth.  Kind of a gag.  You're pretty loud when you're
upset, and I can't have the neighbors calling."

   "No." Cindy seemed intent on being a spoiled little schoolteacher to the
bitter end.

   "Well, then consider the first twenty strokes as an incentive then." I
grabbed a pillow from the bed and addressed Edwin, who looked as though he
could throw up.

   "Ed, I need twenty strokes on my teacher's ass.  Hard ones, Eddie. 
Don't let me down.  God, I love her.  Understand?  Go."

   I pressed the pillow down on Cindy's head, watching Edwin intently for
any sign of treachery.  He raised his arm halfheartedly and brought the
whip down lightly on Cindy's buttocks.  The red strands practically bounced
off her satin skin, such was the low level of force used by Edwin.  Cindy
didn't even murmur under the pillow.

   "Edwin?  Edwin?  Do you need me to show you how to use that thing?  I'll
use it on you.  After one minute, you'll know what the fuck I'm talking
about.  You get one more chance Eddie, then I'm taking over the class.  Now
go."

   Edwin paled at my threat.  He had tears in his eyes.  Whipping his wife
was unnatural for him, I'll admit, but damn, she was a first class cunt. 
He feared me more though.  I had reduced him to a fetal position twice. 
His arm raised to his shoulder and he brought the whip down hard on his
wife's ass.  It was a good strike.  Cindy stiffened and screamed.  I was
glad I had the pillow over her head.  She fought against her restraints,
twisting wildly to get free.  I nodded to Edwin to continue.  He brought
the whip down again on her rigid ass cheeks.  Again.  Again.  Cindy was
screaming incoherently under the pillow.  Her ass showed signs of reddening
after the sixth stroke.  After the fifteenth strike, her body relaxed.  The
last five strokes fell on soft, jiggling ass meat.  I lifted the pillow off
her head.  Cindy was crying quietly.  "Open up", I commanded.  Her mouth
opened and I shoved her panties in her mouth.  I tied another hose around
her head to secure the victory.

   I glanced at Edwin, who stood puffing with exertion.  He had a hard-on
peeking out of his hairy patch.  I sensed that he had gotten over his
aversion to whipping his wife.  Her ass was nice and pink.  I gave him a
moment to rest.

   "Okay, Mrs.  Van Horn, now we can proceed with your whipping.  Now that
you've made an affirmative decision to comply.  Edwin here is going to give
you thirty more.  The last ten will be great ones."

   Cindy's eyes went wide when she heard her punishment.  I guess she
thought I would relent or something.  Her face swiveled back to Edwin's
position.  She begged him with her eyes.  And her low sobbing moans.  She
saw his stiffened penis, she slowly looked back up into his eyes.  Edwin
looked away, guiltily.

   "Thirty more Eddie, then we're done.  Twenty from the shoulder.  The
last ten I want your arm above you head.  Understand?" He nodded, never
looking at me.  "Go."

   Edwin resumed whipping his schoolteacher wife.  Her ass was placid now,
no longer tensed in anticipation.  She was beyond resistance, and I was
happy.  After twenty, Ed brought his arm high and slashed downward.  That
got a rise out of Mrs.  Van Horn.  Her back arched, and she cried out
behind the gag.  The last nine landed hard on her poor red ass.  Edwin
dropped the whip on the bed and stood panting heavily now, sweat dripping
off his body.  His panting and her sobs the only sound in the room.  I
motioned Edwin over to my seat across the room and bent low to Cindy's
head. I removed her gag, her choking sobs music to my ears.

   "It's over Cindy.  You passed the Test.  Now, when I tell you to do
something, I hope you will do the smart thing.  Edwin is going to make it
feel better."

   I ordered Edwin to lick his wife's sore ass.  He clambered onto the bed
and started kissing and licking her backside.  He ground his penis into the
bed as he worked.  Not bad work if you can get it.  I retreated to my wine
and my shopping bags.  I pulled out a nice dildo, big and powerful.  I
opened the package and slipped the batteries into the monster.  It was a
deluxe model to replace the cheap beige hard plastic one they owned.  It
thrummed with an unholy power.  I placed it against my cockhead.  Felt
nice.

   "Cindy on the Pill Ed?", I queried.

   Ed paused his ministrations.  "She's on the Pill.  We decided not to
have children." I doubt Ed decided anything in that household.

   "Okay.  Just thought I'd ask.  I already came in her once tonight."

   "Oh..." Ed's oh was noncommittal.

   "Ed, you're hard.  Why don't you climb on?", I suggested.

   "If you want me to," he said dubiously, not wanting to add his insult to
her injury, I thought.

   "Climb aboard." I ordered grandly.  Ed moved up, supporting his weight
on his arms.  He aimed his penis at the spread of her legs and inserted
himself into her pussy.  She grunted at the intrusion or his groin pressing
against her sore ass.  Ed thrust himself in rhythm, his ass flexing to my
view.  "I'm coming," he announced within a minute.  Whipping her had been
good for him, I guessed.

   "Pull out and shoot on the sheets," I commanded.  Ed withdrew and
spilled his seed on the bed.  He grunted and groaned.  An impressive second
load, I observed.  "Nice shot," I congratulated him.  His mouth opened and
he almost said thanks, before catching himself.

   We untied Cindy, who rubbed her wrists almost accusingly.  She sat
Indian style on a clean piece of the bed, a pillow in her lap to hide her
assets from my view.  We drank wine and smoked dope until midnight.  Then I
gave an exaggerated yawn, grabbed the sex gear, and stood up.

   "Here's the sleeping arrangements.  Ed, you sleep here.  Me and Cindy
sleep in the guest room.  Ed, you got to take a piss before we leave?"
Edwin looked at Cindy and quickly shook his head.  He evidently thought
we'd be pissing on Cindy.

   "I'm going to put something against the door to make sure you stay in
your room tonight Ed.  So if you have to piss, now is the time." Ed
declined.

   "I have to go to the bathroom," Cindy stated flatly.

   "So, piss on the bed," I returned.

   "Don't tempt me."

   "Who's tempting you?  Go ahead," I challenged.

   Cindy knew her husband would be sleeping on that bed, and I imagine she
was more than a little upset at him whipping her.  She stood up, moved to
the center of the bed and squatted a bit.  Within a few seconds, a dribble
of pale urine leaked out of her widespread legs.  Then the whistling deluge
onto the bed.  She bounced off when she had finished, rubbing the pillow
between her damp thighs and tossing it back on the bed.  I was impressed;
Edwin was aghast at the prospect of sleeping on that bed.  I took a wire
hanger out of the closet when we left, as well as the shopping bags and the
videotape.  I said my goodnights to Edwin, who stood silently contemplating
his urine and semen soaked bed.

   After closing the bedroom door I unwrapped the wire hanger and leaned it
precariously against the door.  Any attempt to leave via the door, and I
would hear it.  I grabbed the cane from the umbrella stand in the foyer and
brought it into the guest room with me.  Cindy sat uncomfortably on the bed
watching glumly.  "Get undercovers," I ordered.  She scampered, glad to
bury her nakedness under something.  I stuck the videotape in the VCR and
turned the television on.  This time, Cindy offered no resistance.  I slid
in next to my reluctant schoolteacher and cuddled with her back pressed to
my groin.  I fondled her topmost tit, pulling and pinching the nipple to my
heart's content.  She stared at the video she had made with Edwin in better
times.  On the screen, they were locked in a sixty-nine.  It went on for
minutes.  Amateur stuff.  I reached behind me to the nightstand and brought
out the vibrator.  I placed it between Cindy's legs and ordered her to
bring herself off.  I oiled my cock and nestled it between her legs.  I lay
spooned to her listening to the buzz of the large vibrator on her clit.  We
lay there for some minutes, until I felt her vagina weakly clasp and
release me.

   My beloved schoolteacher had orgasmed with her hated student inside her.
I stroked into her precious quim, until I shot my load inside her.  She
struggled to rise; I held her down until she gave up.  Within a few minutes
she fell asleep with my cock softening inside her.  I switched the vibrator
off.  The homemade videotape droned on endlessly.  I drifted off to sleep
the sleep of the dominant, my detested seed dripping off her sugar walls.
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Chapter Two: I hate piss hard-ons... 
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   I woke up at 8:30 a.m.  I listened to the sounds of the home.  Outside,
the birds were chirping and light slanted in through the mini-blinds,
dappling the sheets we lay under.  The house was quiet.  Cindy lay in my
arms, all fucked out.  My penis had slipped out of her during the night. 
The television was still on.  I could hear Edwin snoring through the walls.
How to break up such a peaceful tableau?  How to get the day started right?
I stealthily anointed my penis with the water-based Astro-Glide.  Not
totally erect, I advanced into my pretty teacher's pussy, spooned against
my groin.  She moaned in her sleep.  My entry was smooth, without
resistance.  Firmly implanted in Cindy, I let myself go limp inside her. 
When I was ready, I started.

   Cindy shook awake as my hot urine flooded her vagina.  She gave a little
shriek, and tried to pull violently away.  My urine cascaded out of her,
drenching the potential space between our coupling, soaking my thighs and
groin and Cindy's beautiful white ass.  I held her against me as I drained
myself within her.  She stopped fighting and lay there; I could feel the
sobs in her chest.  I squirted my remaining urine into her to clear my
plumbing.  Piss hard-ons are a bitch.  It was entirely erotic, and my penis
lengthened inside her.  I pushed her onto her stomach and rode her wet ass,
pushing her groin into the puddle of piss soaking the mattress.  I pulled
out and shot my load onto her ass cheeks, rubbing the underside of my cock
on those glorious specimens, already returned to alabaster white from the
pink pain of last night's whipping.  Cindy lay docilely under me, crying
softly.  I rolled off and stood up.

   "Rise and shine, sleepyhead", I said gaily.  "Time to greet the new
day." I heard Edwin's bedroom doorknob rattle, and I stiffened.

   "Can I come out?", Ed asked.

   I relaxed.  Ed was going along with the program.  "C'mon out.  Grab some
money and get us some breakfast.  Cindy's going to start the housework."

   After Ed left, I addressed Cindy, who lay face down as I'd left her when
I climbed off her cushiony ass.

   "Get going.  You've got some sheets and mattresses to clean, if you
don't want them permanently stained.  You won't need your clothes.  I
prefer to see those big titties bouncing around while you work."

   Cindy didn't move.

   "Fuck this.  I'll go get the whip," I decided aloud.

   "NO!  I'm up!!  I'm up!" I admired the swing of those large-nippled
mammaries as she bounded off the bed.

   "Can I go to the bathroom and take a shower first?", Cindy asked humbly,
avoiding eye contact.

   "No, you can't.  You can take a piss if you want, but no shower until
your work is started."

   After her unsupervised urination, Cindy stripped the beds and mattresses
and brought the bed things to their first floor laundry room.  I took that
opportunity to head into the basement.  I located the gun I had disabled.
The barrel was still stuffed with marijuana, but I felt better as I
dismantled it, and took the barrel with me.  Other than that, I just
wandered around, admiring Cindy's nakedness as she worked.

   By the time, Ed returned with breakfast, I had drawn up a simple
schematic and list of materials for a wooden crucifix I wanted built. 
After impressing Ed with the need to acquire and assemble these materials,
I addressed them both.

   "I'm heading home for awhile.  I'll be back for dinner at eight.  We'll
have steaks and a nice garden salad.  (We didn't eat very high on the hog
at my foster home) A case of beer in bottles and some more of Ed's cannabis
will do nicely.  I don't want any bullshit while I'm gone.  Understood?" Ed
gave a distracted nod.  I believe my plans for the wooden crucifix had
tickled his curiosity.  Cindy nodded glumly, although her face lit up the
closer I got to her front door.

   Stepping out into a beautiful Indian Summer day, I made my way home, to
take my own shower, and help my benefactors, the McGwires, with the laundry
of nine other misfits like myself.  I whistled.  What a nice way to start
the morning.  Up the pussy of my puppy love, Cynthia Van Horn.

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Chapter Three: Where I share a beer with the one I love. 
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   I slipped back onto the premises at seven, spending the next sixty
minutes surveilling the home.  Call me paranoid, but that's the way I am.
My case files label me alternately "cautious" and "careless".  So maybe I
am paranoid.  I just like to know what's going on before I head into some
guy's home to molest his wife, that's all.  My sixty minutes detected no
plots being hatched against me.  The steaks hit the grill under Ed's
supervision, while Cindy, now attired in blue jeans and a sweatshirt,
tossed a salad.  She seemed depressed about something.  I couldn't imagine
what.

   I rang the bell and was admitted by Edwin.  He reported quietly, and
somewhat proudly, that he had finished the crucifix I had assigned him.  I
assured him I would take a look at it after dinner.

   We sat down to dinner.  The steaks are salad were very good.  Ed and I
talked at length about his marijuana dealing.  He gave me the pricing
structure, the delivery mechanisms and most importantly, the ethics, or
more correctly, the lack of ethics in the game.  When I asked why he hadn't
had some drug czar whack me off early in the game, he told me plainly that
it didn't work that way.  His contacts were purely acquaintances--he didn't
know much about them and they didn't know much about him.  If they
suspected that he was in a bind, then they would avoid him like the plague.
Time on his hands after his alleged slip and fall at the school had led him
to take a marijuana smoking pastime into a full-fledged buying and
reselling.  Edwin bought in pounds and resold in one to two pound deals,
making a nice profit for his efforts.

   Cindy Van Horn toyed with her food, making no effort to join in our
conversation.  She looked every bit the prim, little suburbanite yuppie,
dual income/no kids, nose stuck in the air, schoolteacher bitch that had
first attracted my curiosity.  And I loved her for it.

   After dinner, I grabbed six beers and followed Edwin down into the
basement.  He had inadvertently started the dinner dishes when I suggested
strongly that Cindy had some free time to use for that particular chore. 
Edwin was uncomfortable--apparently he did the dishes in the household--but
I prevailed upon him to show me the result of his handiwork in the
basement. Cindy glowered at him.  When she caught me staring at her, her
features melted into a stone cold poker face.  I had successfully divided
and conquered this pair.

   As Edwin led me to the partitioned basement, he became noticeably more
masculine and friendly.  He was heading to his sanctuary, away from the
demands of his younger wife.  I was expecting that he had hammered and
glued a few pieces of wood together.  I was wrong.  He had created a
masterpiece.

   He had taken a sheet of plywood and some two by fours and fashioned a
crucifix.  It stood bolted into the cinderblock wall, painted black, and
padded with carpet scraps.  Eyebolts at the ends, with straps affixed,
ready to go.  Seamless and smooth.  He then showed me a small typing table
he had gotten at a school auction.  He had painted and padded the table,
and affixed eyebolts and straps to this also.  He pointed out the floor
drain nearby and mentioned quietly that he had resealed the floor tiles
that afternoon.  I congratulated him effusively.  A veritable little
torture room where none had existed before.  We sucked down our beers and
began to talk.  I asked Ed why he had done such a good job building this
stuff.

   At first he tried to explain it away as simple pride in a job done
right. He hemmed and hawed and stammered under my persistent questioning,
unable to provide an adequate answer.  Finally, exasperated, he fairly
snuck to the workroom door, closing it silently.  Returning to his chair
and opening his third beer, he beat around the bush some more.  He abruptly
launched haltingly into the Edwin Van Horn philosophy, as amended by my
violent intrusion into his life.

   Ed looked searchingly into my face as he poured out his anguish and his
venom, much of it directed at his demure, little wife.  I gave him the
empathy needed for such painful disclosures, and he gradually gave me
exactly what I wanted to know.  He rambled for two hours.

   Edwin Van Horn had been a 32 year old bachelor teacher when 23 year old
Cindy arrived at the school, fresh out of college and ready for the world
to beat a path to her door.  He had wooed her, charmed her with his
experience and 'savoir faire' (he's everywhere!).  Within a year, they were
engaged; within two years they were married.  Ed was pleased with the hot
young schoolteacher he had won.  But things changed so subtly over the next
five years that he hadn't even realized what was going on until I broke his
nose.  It woke him up to some bitter realizations about what his life had
become.

   Cindy had effectually emasculated him.  I guess when you're not the most
manly man to walk down the pike, you have certain fears about holding on to
your prize possession.  Cindy was his sole treasure, and she used that very
much to her advantage.  From doing the large majority of the housework, to
paying for unexpected impulse purchases, to worrying about her late
evenings out with her "friends", Edwin gradually came to accept that his
treasure was very high maintenance in terms of his time, money, and
self-esteem.  Stamping her dainty foot imperiously, and cutting him off
from sex, Cindy gradually came to rule supreme.  I suspected that Edwin had
suffered greatly from realizing that I hadn't taken his manhood.  He had
lost his manhood gradually years ago, and I had just proven it to him
violently.  I headed upstairs for more beer.  Cindy was watching
Masterpiece Theater on PBS, and sipping from a delicately fluted crystal
wine glass.  She stared at me as I walked through.  It was irritating, her
constant challenges.  Hadn't she learned anything last night?

   "Wipe that fucking smirk off your face, or I'll piss it off you," I
advanced one step in her direction.  She scrambled to her feet in fear,
sloshing her wine onto her sweatshirt, and breaking out in tears, when she
realized I had been faking.  I stalked away like a lion.

   In the basement, Edwin finished his confession.  He had thought the
lawsuit would provide the monetary cushion he needed to pay for Cindy's
extravagance.  He soon realized that workmen's compensation didn't pay his
full salary.  His pleas for fiscal restraint fell on deaf ears, and soon he
was more or less forced to resell marijuana to keep up the lifestyle she
had become accustomed to.  He began to realize that no amount of money
would ever be enough to keep her in love with him.  When I robbed them, and
beat him bloody, he knew his denials were through.  He admitted to me that
he wasn't a big, strong guy and moreover he was old and far out of shape.
His biggest fear had been confronting me, and he had not been surprised
when I beat him easily.  He had been driven to distraction the time he
followed me, admitting that he didn't even realize that intercepting a fake
letter to the police didn't give him anything over me--I still had his dope
and his money and the ability to put them in prison.  He was that
distraught by Cindy's insistence that a real man would get even.

   Ed finished by emptying his beer and pissing in the downstairs bathroom.
As he pissed he told me he was tired of keeping up appearances.  Tired of
trying to be a Man.  I asked him what that meant.  Ed told me I didn't have
to worry about him trying to fuck me up.  Said I could do what I wanted
with him and Cindy.  That it didn't matter anymore.  He figured when this
was done, Cindy would divorce him anyway, and that wasn't as frightening a
proposition as it once was.  Let some other guy shoulder that burden for a
few years, he said.

   I came closer to empathy that night than any of my psychologists would
believe.  "Let's go up and fuck with Cindy," I suggested.  Ed followed me,
a gloomy old Eeyore.

   As I headed upstairs, I cast a last glance around me.  The basement
furniture was better than the stuff we had at our house.  Better than the
stuff you see in good furniture stores.  Actually, the whole fucking house
was out of a magazine.  That chick had impeccable taste.

   In the family room, I took up a stance in front of my pretty little
schoolmarm as she watched television.  It was 11:30 p.m.

   "It's Saturday night, Mrs.  Van Horn.  Let's party."

   "What do you want now?" she asked in a quavering whisper; her lower lip
trembling.  Good signs indeed.

   "Ed, get naked.  Cindy, get naked.  Ed, you get on the table.  Cindy,
you get some small sewing scissors.  Do you sew?"

   She shook her head dubiously.

   "Got any small scissors anyway?"

   She nodded.

   "Good.  Ed, get up on the kitchen room table.  Don't be shy.  Cindy has
got to cut your hairy bush, so your cock looks more impressive.  Beerwhore,
more beers for the men, and get yourself another glass of wine.  A loaf of
Ed, a glass of wine and your sweet ass; that's all I need."

   She winced at being called a beerwhore.  Or maybe from the Shakespeare
or whoever the fuck said that.

   My teacher returned with a pair of small scissors.  She brought cold
beers to the table and poured a fresh glass of wine.  Shucking her jeans
down her hips, she kicked them off and left them lying on the kitchen
carpet.  Tossing her sweatshirt over her head, she revealed a huge
old-fashioned cotton bra.  Something you would have seen in the fifties. 
She unfastened the contraption allowing those big teats to hang.  Always
impressive with the dusky pink pancake nipples.  Very surprising on such a
small frame.  She tossed the brassiere to the floor uncaringly and peeled
off her white rayon panties.  My pretty little slob.

   Ed lay on his back on the solid oak table, his hairy pubis presented at
the end of the table for our inspection.  He was nervous, his spine meeting
the table at top and bottom.  My teacher sat down.  Her face showing she
would rather drive the scissors into his abdomen than anything else.  She
raised a patch of his pubic hair with her fingers and hacked it off. 
"Gently," I remonstrated.  Her next snip was gentle.  Ed's bush was slowly
deforested, allowing his flaccid penis to seem larger than it was.

   "Hold your cock out of the way, Ed, so Cindy can do the detail work".

   Cindy worked steadily, trimming his pubis, cock and balls.  After ten
minutes, it looked far better.  I had Cindy touch up the inside of his
thighs, then ordered Ed to pick up his heavy legs, exposing his anus for
her attention.  She cut his hair down there too, careful not to let her
fingers touch his anus, and obvious in her attempts to cut carefully with
her head a good two feet away from his red pucker at all times.  I noted
that for future use.  When she finished, a small pile of Ed's pubic hair
had accumulated on the table.  Ed got off the table gingerly.  Back on his
feet, he inspected himself and I could swear he had a small smile on his
face.  It really did look better.

   "Up on the table, Cindy, same position"

   Cindy moved slowly onto the table, resting on her back.  Pussy presented
to our view.  I sat down in the chair with her genitalia staring me in the
face.  Shaved beaver, delicate pink rose anus.  Not a hair to be seen.  I
leaned in and smelled her musk.  Delightful.

   "Peel a carrot and stem a couple strawberries, Ed"

   He went to fetch them.  I did a long slow tongue lick up from her ass to
the clitoris.  She jumped involuntarily when my tongue nudged her clit.

   Ed brought the carrot and a handful of strawberries to the table.  I sat
him down at the head of the table away from me.  I leaned in and began to
eat my unwilling teacher's little pussy.  It was good and flavorful.  She
arched involuntarily each time my tongue played on her clitoris.  I gave
her long wide licks, not invading her hole yet.  My tongue rasped against
the invisible stubble on her groin.  She became moist, in spite of herself.
Then I filled her cavity with my tongue.  She gave a small moan.  This was
working well.  I fucked my tongue into her for a few minutes, then gave
myself a break.  Sitting back, my face besmirched with her pussy juices.

   "Bring me the new vibrator, Ed."

   Ed brought it to me and I twisted it on.  I laid the tip against Cindy's
hooded clit.  Her response was electric.

   "Take it."

   Cindy's hand floated down and removed the vibrator from my hand, holding
it against herself.

   I nuzzled the carrot against her pussy, opening a passage into her.

   "It's cold", she complained.

   "Then warm it up," I answered.

   The carrot made it's entrance smoothly into her pussy.  Not a large
carrot by any means.  I slid it into her gently.  It rode her lubrication
and my saliva into her and poked to a stop.  Thus began Cindy's carrot
ride. I slowly fucked her with the carrot until I sensed she was closing in
on an orgasm.  I pulled it out, glistening in her juices.  I stood and
backed away from my chair.

   "Come around and put those strawberries in, Ed.  Then eat them out of
her."

   Ed scrambled out of his chair.  He had a raging hard-on.  So did I for
that matter.  Cindy's smell had sent signals to my brain, which sent my
life's blood to my cock.  Ed pushed three cold strawberries into his wife's
pussy.  They disappeared without a trace.  Then Ed buried his bearded face
into her maw, seeking to locate and devour them.

   I brought the carrot to Cindy's face.  She saw it coming and closed her
eyes.  I used my right hand to cup her left breast.  "Take a bite, Cindy,"
I urged.

   "I don't want to.  It's been in me," she whined.

   I squeezed her breast slowly.  "But I want you to."

   Her face showed indecision until my increasing pressure on her titty
decided her.  Her mouth opened and I fed the tip of the carrot to her.

   "Bite." She bit off the first inch.  "Chew and swallow." She chewed
slowly and swallowed, which isn't easy when you're flat on your back.  The
vibrator never left her mound.  Ed was making obscene slurping sounds
between her legs in his search for the missing fruit.

   "More."

   She opened her mouth again and I fed her the slimed carrot.  Little by
little, under my direction, she chewed and devoured the carrot.  When only
a few inches remained, she stiffened and thrust her hips up into Ed's face.
Cindy was coming.  I watched her nipples stiffen into turgid erasers.  For
about fifteen seconds, she tensed in the throes of orgasm before relaxing
and plying the vibrator intermittently on her clitoris.  Fascinating.

   Ed pulled back, panting.

   "Did you get them?" He nodded, not meeting my eyes.

   "Tell me Ed.  Can Cindy come more than once a night?"

   He nodded.  Cindy listened tensely, her eyes still locked shut.  She
turned off the vibrator.

   "Good.  She'll have another chance.  Is she pretty wet down there?" He
nodded again, afraid to speak.

   "Off the table, Cindy.  Down on all fours in the family room.  Ed, you
get her face.  I get her pussy.  Let's go."

   Cindy pulled herself resignedly off the table and walked over to the
middle of the family room.  She got on her hands and knees.  A little
blonde doggie.

   I took off my clothes and walked down into the family room.  Cindy's
immaculate heart-shaped ass almost moved me to tears.  Edwin knelt down in
front of his pretty wife, his cock turgid.  I knelt down.

   "Okay, Cindy, you know the drill.  Ed comes in your mouth.  You swallow.
His cock comes out clean." I'll play around back here."

   Ed planted his penis inside his pretty wife's mouth.  He stroked gently
into her.  For my part, I inserted my fingers into my teacher's gooey
snatch, slowly stretching her hole, making her ready.  When I had stretched
her enough to proceed, I brought the bottom of my beer bottle to the lips
of her vagina and began to push.  At first Cindy's response was to
facilitate matters by pushing back.  Then it dawned on her that the object
attempting entry into her was too big to be a cock.  She froze on Ed's
cock. Ed looked curiously over her back at me.  His mouth opened when he
saw what I was attempting.  Reseating my bottle at her pussy lips, I pushed
and the bottom slowly entered her vagina.  Cindy went rigid and moaned in
discomfort, afraid to take her mouth off Ed's member.  The bottle sank into
her.  I had impaled my love on a beer bottle.  I gave an exploratory pull
and push.  The bottle retreated and progressed in her wide open birth
canal. And my Cindy grunted again.  Distress still evident in her posture.
Ed stared over his wife's back at my actions.  I gave the bottle some more
thrusts, and Cindy grunted at each one.  She was lubed well enough.  I left
the bottle buried up to the neck in her snatch and switched the vibrator
on. When the vibrator touched the bottle, Cindy keened a high note.  Plying
the vibrator on her clitoris produced more whines.

   "I think we've got something here, Ed.  I think our pretty little whore
has passed another test."

   Ed then did something I didn't expect.  He buried himself into Cindy's
mouth, up to the root, and she gagged on him.  He held himself against her
face, grunting, his eyes closed, his arms trembling.  He was shooting off
in her mouth.  Against her will, against all reason.  He moaned and when he
finally let up on her face, she spit him out.  Drool connected his wet
penis to her lower lip.  Cindy gagged, and I thought she would throw up. 
She gasped for breath.  I held the vibrator against her clit.  After a few
moments, her breathing changed.  I licked my little finger and gently
inserted it into her backside.  I could feel the bottle in her pussy
separated from my finger by a thin membrane.  I could feel the vibrations
from her battery operated new friend.  And then I could feel her anus
contract rhymically around my finger.  My pert little school teacher came
with a beer bottle up her snatch and my finger up her ass.  With her
husbands come in her gullet.  Life was good.  My cock was begging for
attention.  I made it wait.

   When Cindy's spasms eased, I pulled the 12 ounce invader slowly out of
her vagina.  She moaned with relief, face buried in the carpeting, ass up.
Her pussy had a certain looseness I found off-putting.  I believe she was
silently crying.

   "Party's over Ed.  Let's hit the sack." I followed him to his bedroom.

   "You know you don't have to lock me in, right?" he stated quietly.

   "How would it look to your pretty wife if I didn't set that hanger
against the door to warn me if you escaped?  How would that look?", I posed
the question to him.

   "It's time she accepted the fact that going along is the only way we'll
get by," he answered matter of factly.  I stared at him, thinking.

   "Okay, Ed, no lock.  But I don't want you wandering around in the night.
Understood?" He nodded his head and headed into his room, shutting the door
behind him.

   My teacher lay in ruins on the floor where we had left her.

   "Let's go, my little teacher-whore.  You've still got to get me off
before you sleep.  You can clean up tomorrow."

   Cindy's head raised up and she dragged herself to her feet.  I lubed
myself up and slid under the covers in the guest room.  Cindy went into the
hallway bathroom and I heard the whistling whish of her urine in the toilet
bowl before she flushed.  An erotic sound.  No noisy fan in there.  She
brushed her teeth before joining me under the covers, staring intently into
my eyes.  My curiosity was aroused.

   "let's talk," she whispered.  She had the perfect features of a goddess.
Damn, I loved her face.  Green eyes.  They might have been contacts though.
Straight little nose.  Perfect teeth.  Blonde bangs hanging in her eyes. 
She snuggled up against me willingly for the first time.

   "Let's kiss," I said.  I kissed her and she didn't resist.  Our tongues
met and tangoed.  I held her against me, her soft jugs crushed against my
chest.  When we broke for air, she spoke.

   "That thing you had Edwin build.  It scares me.  And then that little
table he fixed up.  He was only too glad to do it.  He wants you to rape
me. He doesn't care about me.  He wants you to hurt me." Her voice was
choked with emotion.

   "And?"

   "And I don't want you to force me and whip me and rape me.  I'll do some
things for you, but I want to do them willingly.  But not for Edwin.  Not
for you and Edwin.  Just you." Her finger traced a line down my chest and
belly down to my erection.

   "Why?"

   "Edwin isn't the man I thought he was.  I could find myself attracted to
a big strong boy like you.  A lady needs to feel special before she returns
her love.  Not forced or humiliated.  I could be so nice to you.  I could
make it special between us.  We don't need Edwin." Her fingers slid gently
around the crown of my penis, milking me.  I could feel myself falling
under her spell if I didn't lack empathy.  My Witchy woman.

   "So how would this work?" I asked, already sensing her answer.

   "It's easy.  You save your fits of anger for Edwin.  He could be your
whipping boy.  It wouldn't bother me.  I'll even whip him for you if you
want.  You save your love for me.  You can save the nasty stuff for Edwin.
He could clean me between my legs when we finish lovemaking.  I don't want
him coming in me anymore.  He's not worthy, like you are." Her long
fingernails scratched lightly on my balls.  Exquisite feeling.

   I pretended to consider.  She gave a pretty smile watching me.  "Is
there anything I could do to make your decision easier, Damien?"

   I said in my best shy boy voice, "could I...you know...in your butt?"

   My teacher's smile faltered a moment, then re-lit itself.  "It's not
something I'm fond of, lover.  But just this once, okay?"

   I nodded eagerly for her benefit.

   Cynthia Van Horn turned over, spooning her perfect ass against my groin.
"I'll tell you this, Damien.  I've never let Edwin up there.  It's
something I could endure only for someone like you."

   I grabbed the lubricant and lubed my penis.  I wiped my hand on the
sheets and pressed up against her backside.  Lifting her cheek, I felt
around for her delicate anus.  I made contact and pressed forward.  She
groaned in discomfort.  "Oh, that feels strange, Damien.  It kind of hurts.
Go slow."

   I slowly sent the head of my penis into her.  It popped in almost
audibly.  My pretty teacher was stiff, the tendons in her neck tight.

   We rested a moment, linked together through my raging penis.  Then I
pushed forward.  Inserted the length of my boyish cock into her womanly
anus.  She gasped, but said nothing.  I raised my head slightly.  My pretty
teacher was biting down on her pillow, eyes closed tightly.

   "You're so warm and tight back there.  I really appreciate this, Mrs. 
Van Horn" I said, in my best Eddie Haskel voice.

   "It's okay, Damien," she grunted.  "I want you to enjoy this special
treat, just this once.  Just this once, okay?" Her voice was pleading.

   "Okay."

   "I'm going to go for it now, Mrs.  Van Horn.  Are you ready?"

   "Go ahead, lover.  But be gentle.  And I'll have to leave right when we
finish to go to the bathroom.  I'm not used to something up there, and it
gives me a bad feeling in my butt.  Then I'll come back, and we'll snuggle
close all night.  Won't that be nice?  OOH..  OOH.."

   I had thrust into her by way of reply, before answering.  "Yes, Mrs. 
Van Horn.  I'd really like that." I sawed into her, each thrust bringing a
pained response from her.  I leaned forward and kissed the back of her
neck, sending chills through her.  I continued my assault on her backside.
She began panting as I sodomized her.  I'd swear my cock had encountered
something far up her ass, but I was too busy to check myself.  My poor
teacher took it.  Lay there and took it, hoping for better days ahead.

   My orgasm approaching, I took the initiative.  "Oh, I'm going to come! I
LOVE YOU MRS.  VAN HORN!  I LOVE YOU!  She didn't say anything immediately.
She lay there panting and grunting.  Then whispered.  "Come in me, come in
me!  Hurry up!"

   I blew a gusher up into her sphincter; buried inside her rectum, I let
go of my load.  My cock spurted into her brown passage.  I'd swear I filled
her up.  Teacher lay there passively, accepting my goo up her ass, waiting
for the moment I'd let up on her.  I came to rest finally, still buried to
the root in her back passage.  So nice and warm.  Like a velvet glove
around my shrinking cock.

   "Damien, let me up;" she was urgent.  I let her go.  She moved away and
my penis came free, dripping with my semen.  She slid carefully out of our
bed, walking a bit hunched over.  Her stomach muscles were tight as she
hurried out the bedroom door to the bathroom.  I heard her sit down and
moan.  A second later, a huge wet fart then a sluice of shit hit the water.
She groaned out loud.  I smiled to myself.  I listened to her discomfort.

   A few minutes later, I heard her wipe and flush.  I immediately feigned
sleep.  She came back into the room.  She stopped, surprised that I could
be asleep.  She had promised to cuddle with me.  Part of her plan to
renegotiate.  She whispered my name several times.  I did not respond. 
Finally, she climbed into her side of the bed and lay huddled up.  Making
no attempt to touch me.  We lay motionless together.  Five minutes later,
she was back in the bathroom, farting and shitting loosely.  Moaning in
dismay.  When she returned again, she clambered into bed and fell asleep. I
relaxed and followed her to dreamland.

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Chapter Four: "Mighty tempting offer, ma'am, but I have to say no."
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   When Sunday morning came, I was awakened by a kiss on my chest.  Opening
my eyes slowly, I noted my little teacher planting kisses on my nipples. 
Highly erotic way to wake up, I thought.  My cock stood up to see better. I
could smell her minty fresh breath.

   "Good morning, my big strong loverboy.  Have you thought about what I
said last night?", she cooed into my chest.  I arose, not wanting her
fingernails anywhere near me when she found out the truth.  I could smell
coffee and breakfast smells wafting throughout the home.

   "What's for breakfast?" I grunted.

   "Bacon, eggs, hash browns.  Edwin got up early.  He likes to cook
breakfast and eat it in bed reading the paper.  You and I could do that if
you'd like," she simpered from the bed.  I looked at her beautiful ass, and
thought seriously about that proposition.  But I wanted to be gone.

   "Let's go see what's going on." She followed me into the kitchen, naked
as a jaybird.  I was naked too, but that sure wasn't exciting to me.  I did
not feel like eating.  I found my clothes and dressed.  Cindy watched me. I
could swear she was checking out my bod.  I do have a beautiful body for a
teenager.  Nicely muscled.  My abdomen has really nice definition.  Good
for me.

   "Edwin, go stand with Cindy." Edwin was dressed in some lame ass
pajamas. Had everything but feetsies on them.  I made them hold hands. 
They appeared reluctant to do so.

   "First I'd like to thank you for a lovely weekend.  It was a lot of fun.
I've learned a lot about each of you.  And I hope you've taken away
something from me.  Our journey is about halfway through I'd say.  I give
you the rest of the day to enjoy as you may.  I am going home.  I'll stop
back Friday night for a few hours.  Around 10:00, I expect.  Edwin, is
there anything you need?"

   Edwin cleared his throat.  "Um..., could you get me about a thousand
dollars this week?  Some unforeseen charges appeared on our Visa Card." He
glared at our little naked Cindy.

   "Gladly," I replied.  "Anything else?"

   "You don't want to stay for breakfast before you go?" You don't want to
do anything today?" He seemed disappointed.  I was betting he wanted to try
out his crucifix.

   "No, I'm all set, thank-you.  Cindy, any questions before I go?"

   She hesitated.  "About what we talked about.  Do we have an agreement?"

   "No," I said simply.  "We don't have anything.  I have something.  You
still have nothing." Any other questions?"

   She seemed to melt in front of me.  I knew Edwin was curious about what
we were talking about.  Nonetheless, he would be relieved to hear that I
had rejected her offers.  She rose up stiffly to address me.

   "I'm busy Friday night.  I'm going out with some people from school.  If
I'm not there, they'd wonder what was wrong.  I have to go," she snapped.

   "That's fine, as long as you're back by ten at night." I gave her some
rope to hang herself with.

   "I don't know what time I'll be home," she said frustrated and angry. 
She actually stamped her pretty little foot on the carpet.

   "By now you should know what's good for you." I wheeled around and left
out the back door.

   On the way back to my shitty little piece of the world, I wondered why I
hadn't stayed for a nice teacher whipping on the new crucifix.  Damn, I
didn't understand myself.  Oh well.

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End of Teacher Passes the Test,Part 2 of 10, Who Sleeps on the Wet Spot? 
by Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF everything)



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   In Part 4 of Teacher Passes the Test--Nothing Like a Facial to Tighten
up those Pores--our anti-hero waits patiently for his puppy love to return
home from a night out with her friends.  A spanking good time. 
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Teacher Passes the Test Parts 1-10 by Shakespeare_I._Aint

   Part One: It Was Worth Breaking In Part Two: Mr.  Teacher's Wild Ride
Part Three: Who Sleeps On The Wet Spot?  Part Four: Nothing Like a Facial
to Tighten up those Pores Part Five: Kind Of Slutty For a Cheerleader... 
Part Six: Spare The Rod And Spoil the Teacher Part Seven: What Have You
Been Eating?  Part Eight: Now That's Entertainment!  Part Nine: Walk This
Way Part Ten: All Good Things Have To Come Up Your End



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