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   Title: Teacher Passes the Test, Part 4 of 10, Nothing Like a Facial to
Tighten up those Pores, (m/MF, everything)







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   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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   The next schoolweek passed quickly, and I was really looking forward to
my Friday night quality time with my unwilling new friends.  Mrs.  Van Horn
practically spat nails every time she looked over at me sitting innocently
at my desk.  I could tell she was angry that she hadn't been able to charm
me into going easy on her when I visited.  Oh well.

   I had dropped off Edwin's thousand on Tuesday, and he chatted with me
desultorily.  He mentioned that Cindy had plans to go out Friday night with
other teachers from the school and that he didn't think she would be coming
home early that night as I had ordered her to do.  I told him it wouldn't
matter in the long run.

   Edwin also mentioned that he had taken a physical for the school system
and would be reporting back to his guidance counselor position with a few
weeks.  I had blown his lawsuit for him.  He stressed that he didn't mind
going back to work--he needed something to keep his mind off the mess he
had made of his life.  I left.  Ed's depression was getting me down. 
Worse, he didn't seem to think I could get through to his wife.

   On Friday night, at nine in the evening, I rang the bell.  Edwin Van
Horn ushered me in.  He was nervous.

   "What's wrong now, Ed?"

   "Cindy phoned after school.  She told me she was heading out to dinner
and drinks with her friends..." There was more coming.

   "She say anything about me, Ed?"

   "Uh...um..."

   "What, Ed?"

   "She said...she said she's tired of your bullshit."

   "She really say that, Ed?"

   "Um...yes."

   "What's wrong with her, Ed?"

   "Honestly Damien, she has a stubborn streak a mile wide.  You'll have to
excuse her.  She doesn't know what she's saying when she's angry.  She'll
probably be back soon.  How about we have some beers and smoke a bowl. 
She'll be along soon." Ed was trying to convince himself.  Afraid of what a
crazy young man like me might do.

   "I hope so, Ed.  I hope so." I was feeling a bit angry.

   "Don't worry.  Sit down, make yourself comfortable." Ed was all
appeasing tonight.  Nervous as a cat.

   We moved down into Ed's sanctuary in the basement and drank a few beers
and smoked some of his most excellent reefer.  His supply was rapidly
dwindling and I wondered if he'd ask me for some of his stash back.  Edwin
glanced nervously at the clock as 10:00 p.m.  came and passed.  At 11:00
p.m.  there was no sign of Cindy.  It was time to act.

   "Ed, do you know what time it is?"

   "uh...it's a little after eleven.  Cindy should be home any minute now."

   "Ed, I have a feeling I'm going to have to go and get her."

   "No, no--I'm sure she'll be home soon.  You want another beer?"

   "Ed.  Ed.  Stop this.  Stop covering for your wife.  I told her to be
here at ten.  It's after eleven.  She brought it on herself, Ed.  Nothing
you could do.  It won't be your fault."

   Ed looked desperate.  "Now, Damien.  Please, I'm begging you.  Don't do
anything stupid.  Don't hurt us.  Don't hurt her.  Please."

   I smiled my evil smile.  "Don't worry.  I'm not going to the cops.  And
I'm not going to drag her out of the bar in front of her co-workers.  But,
she's got dues to pay, Eddie.  She's got dues to pay."

   Ed's face was twisted in anguish.  I believe he still loved his wife
after all the shit she had put him through.  He seemed to come to a
decision in his mind.  He squared his shoulders and looked earnestly at me,
a fifteen year old boy who scared him.

   "Let me do it.  Let me do it for you, and we'll all talk about this
together some other night.  Okay?"

   "Do what, Ed?"

   "Let me--let me do you.  Get you off, and then you can go home.  We'll
talk to Cindy tomorrow, all right?" Ed was begging me.  Nice.

   "How about this, Ed.  You get me off.  Then you give me a ride to that
bar.  You leave.  I settle up with our little teacher.  No one finds out
nothing.  She gets a little punishment.  That's my last, best offer Ed.  I
will promise you it won't be public.  It'll be between me and her."

   Ed was wringing his hands, pacing anxiously across the floor.  I kept an
empty beer bottle next to me, in case he got to feeling like a hero.

   "You won't mark her up?  Hurt her permanently?  No one else will find
out?" He needed to be reassured.

   "Ed, I haven't lied to you yet.  This ain't about sex.  This is about
control.  She wants control.  I have control.  And she can't have it.  It's
that simple.  I don't want this cozy relationship to end prematurely.  It's
got to run it's natural course.  And I'm telling you, Ed, she's going to
fuck this up.  For all of us.  I got to restore the balance of nature.  And
that's what I'm going to do.  Now, do you have something to give me, or do
I take it?  Because just thinking about this is getting me pissed off
again."

   Edwin Van Horn, emasculated, short, portly guidance counselor, nodded
unhappily.  "What do I do?"

   I stood and took off my pants and underwear.  Sitting down again, I
motioned him to my groin.  Edwin stared hypnotically at it, as though it
were a cobra.  He inched closer and dropped to his knees between my legs.
"Oh God,", he whispered forlornly before taking my dangling member into his
mouth.

   And Edwin Van Horn sucked me.  His wife's student.  His beard brushing
uncomfortably against my thighs as he worked me.  In and out of his mouth.
It was not a sexual thing--I said before I'm not gay or even bisexual.  And
it wasn't about sex.  It was about control.  It's nice to be in control.

   Edwin Van Horn fellated me to a point where I thought seriously about
just ejaculating into his mouth.  A nice relaxing blowjob.  Nah.

   "Okay, Eddie, that's enough.  Drop your trogs and assume the position."

   His head slowly came off my cock, leaving me wet and ready.  He appealed
mutely to me.  Then he stood shakily, like an old man.  He slowly undid his
sweatpants and underwear and listlessly tossed them to the floor.  Knelt on
the cool basement tile, on his hands and knees.  Waiting.  I placed his
sweatpants under me to cushion my knees.

   "Head down, Eddie, and reach back and spread 'em." His hands came back,
grasping his ass cheeks.  They spread and I saw his pink anus.  Didn't do
nothing for me--glad I already had a hard-on.  I pressed against him and he
groaned.  I pushed into the rectum of a guidance counselor.  My first man
to man thing.  It was warm and tight.  Not as tight as his little wife, but
snug, clasping my penis.  I buried myself slowly.

   "Ed, you can play with yourself, if it helps."

   His right hand disappeared from his butt and curled under to his
abdomen. As I began to fuck him, I saw his elbow moving in time to my
thrusts.  Ed was going to be all right.  I sawed into him for two minutes,
each stroke getting some form of response from him.  Probably pretty
uncomfortable for him, I reflected.  He's a trooper, though.  Then
inspiration struck, and I knew what I needed to do.

   "Stay here," I commanded Ed.  I pulled out and ran upstairs.  Locating a
shot glass, I returned.  I reinserted my cock in Ed's swollen anus, and
worked myself back to the brink of orgasm.  I put the shotglass down next
to him.

   "Come in the glass, Ed."

   He grabbed the shotglass and held it against the head of his cock.  I
put all my effort into my last strokes, burying myself in his bowel.  He
groaned aloud and I knew he was spurting by the way his ass clasped my
cock. I pushed hard into him and released my semen into Edwin Van Horn's
ass.  I spurted a week's worth of spunk up his backside while he groaned,
lost in his own orgasm.  I pulled out to survey my handiwork.  Ed's anal
ring was red and swollen, gaping open like an unhappy mouth.  After I left
his ass, Ed rolled onto his side, gasping.  I could see that he had filled
half the shotglass.  He watched me tiredly, expecting me to order him to
drink his own seed.  Not a terrible idea.  But not what I had in mind.

   "You okay?"

   "Yeah.  I just need a rest."

   "All right.  You can get dressed when you're ready.  I've got to get
some stuff ready for our little trip."

   I dressed and moved off into the basement.  They had a nice big
recreation room down there, with a wet bar and a Ping-Pong table.  I
grabbed a paddle from there.  Inside a huge closet, I found a goalie's
mask. How perfect.  Upstairs, I got a cloth shopping bag and a cordless
hair dryer.  I didn't even know they made such things.  In the garage, I
found a hatchet and a artist's paint brush.  Heading back downstairs, I
found Ed slowly dressing.

   "Well Ed?"

   "Well what?"

   "How was it?"

   "What do you mean, how was it?  Do you mean how do I like sucking cock
and getting butt fucked by a fifteen year old?  Yeah, it's great," he said.
"I keep thinking how lucky I am to have met you." He obviously had issues.
Poor Ed.

   "Well, it's not like you didn't come.  You must have enjoyed some of
it."

   Edwin Van Horn took off his glasses and wiped them absently.  He looked
perilously close to crying.  A grown man.

   "I know.  I know," he said miserably.  "That's what scares me.  Maybe
I'm not happy unless someone is using me.  You or my wife.  Telling me what
to do, and making me to do it."

   "Don't get maudlin on me, Ed, or I'll be forced to use other adjectives
on you.  Let's go."

   "Where are we going?"

   "You are going to take me to the bar.  I'll wait for your wife.  You
just come back here and head to bed."

   He became anxious again.  "Don't hurt her, okay?"

   "You still love her, don't you?"

   "A little.  I'm just used to her by now.  Maybe when this is all over,
we'll make up and it'll be like it used to be."

   "Whatever.  Let's go."

   We headed out in Cindy's Viper.  She had taken Ed's Explorer that night,
leaving her car in the garage.  Fabulous car, the Viper.  Fabulous.  I bet
it could really move.  Ed however, showed serious respect for all posted
speed limits.

   We arrived at Dave and Buster's, a huge upscale video
gaming/nightclub/restaurant complex about ten minutes away.  The parking
lot was half empty.  The time was after midnight.  We cruised the lot until
Ed located the Expedition.  I grabbed my bag of goodies and bailed out
after giving Ed his marching orders and taking his key to the Explorer. 
When I was certain Ed had truly left, I let myself into the Explorer and
climbed into the back seat.  It was cool out, but the plan wouldn't work
unless I was naked.  So I shucked off my clothes, donned my goalie mask,
and waited.  At 1:30 in the morning, I saw Cindy and three other people
approaching.  Suddenly, I realized that Cindy might have given someone a
ride here.  They came closer and I could hear them laughing and
bullshitting.  I huddled down on the floor.  Two men, two women.  They
stopped outside my door chatting drunkenly to each other.  Then one of the
couples apparently left.  Cindy was left alone with the last male, a
teacher named Richard Stokes.  A good-looking macho man in his late
twenties.  We called him Dick Stroker at school.  He was on the make.

   "You want to come back to my pad?  You can crash there if you like."

   "I'd love to, Richard, but I can't.  Not yet.  Edwin needs me."

   "Cindy, we talked about this.  If Edwin hits you, he's not a real man.
You should leave him.  You can crash at my place for awhile.  C'mon, it
might even be fun.  I'll treat you like a little princess."

   "No Richard, it's not right.  I have a duty to make a last effort to
save my marriage.  You know me, just a silly little schoolteacher always
trying to do the right thing, even with a violent husband."

   "At least, let me follow you--make sure you get home all right."

   "I'd appreciate that, Richard.  You're too good to me."

   "It's my pleasure.  You deserve a real man.  I want to be that man.  It
could be beautiful between us."

   "Hush, Richard, hush."

   Richard left, presumably to get into his own car.  Cindy fumbled
drunkenly with her key to the Explorer.  I crouched low on the floor of the
back seat.  The atmosphere exploded with the interior light and the smell
of her perfume as she clambered into the high driver's seat.  Then the
lights went out and she started the vehicle.  We waited a minute, Cindy
humming some industrial dance tune.  Another vehicle's headlights cut
across our bow.  Cindy jerked the Explorer into 'drive' and off we went.  I
could feel the uneveness of her intoxicated driving and prayed the cops
wouldn't stop her and find a naked boy with a goalie mask on crouched with
a hatchet in the back seat.  I had felt that an axe would be too unwieldy
in the confines of the Explorer.

   Cindy and her escort vehicle made the ten minute trip in about eight
minutes.  Cindy mumbled a bunch of shit I couldn't understand.  She was
nervous and upset.  Hopefully about me.  She rolled up the driveway to her
home.  Teacher Richard Stokes stayed at the street, beeping his horn once,
then continuing on.  Cindy drove up to the garage, and stopped.  I could
see the corner of her head above me as she surveyed the house.  The lights
were off.  The Viper was in the garage.

   "motherfucker better not be here...tired of this shit...fucking
Edwin...fucking orphan punk...better not be waiting...i'll fucking kill
him...whip me...no fucking way...richard'd tear that fucking kid apart..."

   My drunken schoolteacher was reluctant to leave the safety of the
vehicle.  In fact, she locked the doors, interior light on, leaving the
engine running while she rambled, staring out into the darkness.  It was
time.  I slowly eased up into the back seat, my hatchet ready.  I could see
myself in the rearview mirror.  I waited for Mrs.  Van Horn to notice me.
Her eyes flicked once to the rearview mirror then flicked away.  Then came
back, staring, her eyes large.  Staring at the reflection of a naked
monster in a goalie mask, with a hatchet, inside the confines of her locked
vehicle.  She screamed.

   I gave an eerie moan and grabbed her blonde hair, pinning her head back
against her driver's seat.  She screamed anew, and I sensed her body go
limp for a few seconds.  I heard a whizzing sound.  I surged forward,
pressing my hatchet to her throat lightly, issuing a blood-curdling laugh.
My lovely young teacher had pissed herself.  The smell of her urine filled
the vehicle.  She had no strength to scream, her eyes locked in the
rearview mirror as I held her.

   "HELLO, CINDY," I screamed at her.

   She gasped, her breath returning in a cry.  Her eyes slammed shut, huge
tears leaking out.  Her chest was heaving.  She sat bolt upright in her
urine, my hatchet at her throat.

   "YOU'RE LATE."

   "please...oh God...please...don't...do...i'm sorry...oh god, i'm so
sorry..." My schoolteacher was babbling on the edge of madness.

   "I HAD TO FIND YOU."

   "oh...oh...God, please...please God...don't kill me...please...

   "I'M VERY DISAPPOINTED, CINDY.  YOU'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL."

   "please don't kill me....i'll do...please please please...i'm so
sorry...so sorry...

   "IT'S YOUR TIME TO DIE, CYNTHIA VAN HORN."

   "no no no no no....no." Her eyes were rolling in her head.

   "Get in the back seat, Cynthia." I pulled harder on her hair.  She
twisted in her seat, practically falling headlong into my lap.  I laid the
hatchet quietly into the back of the vehicle.  She was sobbing, certain
that I was going to kill her.  Her short shirt was hiked up over her
thighs. I held her face in my groin.  Her nimble lips sought my penis
eagerly.  She wanted to avoid my wrath--wanted to save her own life by
pleasing me.  She took my penis--soiled from Ed's ass, into her mouth
gladly, like an infant seeking a nipple.  She sucked me noisily.

   "What Cindy?  You don't want to die?  You want to live?"

   "yes." She mouthed fervently around my cock rising to erection.

   "It might be better if I killed you.  Save a lot of problems.  I'm crazy
anyhow--you know that."

   "no...no...you're not crazy....don't say that...you just need some
loving...let me help you..." Her mouth was a warm, whirling dervish on my
cock.

   "Suck me, Mrs.  Van Horn.  Suck my cock.  It's got some shit on it from
your husbands ass.  Do you really want to do this?"

   "yesyesyes.  i'll be good to you...  just lay back.  i'll suck you. 
i'll suck his shit right off you...  it's good...  it's good..."

   "If I don't kill you, I'll have to punish you.  You know that don't
you?"

   "yesyesyes.  punish me.  i've been bad.  i've been bad.  don't kill me.'

   I felt her hot breath on my cock as she babbled.  Little Cindy wanted to
live.  As though I had any intention of murdering her.  It's all in the
perception.

   "Mrs.  Van Horn?"

   "yes, Damien?"

   "Take your clothes off and get on your hands and knees for your
punishment."

   Cindy scrambled up, tearing her clothes off, staring earnestly into my
eyes to show her devotion.  I smiled evilly at her.  She was genuinely
frightened of me.  She clambered onto the seat, her ass pressing back at my
elbows.  I turned towards her backside, wet with her urine.  I reached into
my bag of tricks on the floor and pulled out my Ping-Pong paddle.

   "Cindy, if I wanted to piss in your mouth, would you drink it?"

   "yes," she breathed immediately, no hesitation.

   "How did my shitty cock taste?"

   "good."

   "I'm going to paddle your behind now Cindy.  Won't that be fun?"

   "yes."

   "I don't want to hear you screaming.  You can moan or cry or shit
yourself, but don't scream.  If you scream, I go for the hatchet."

   "okay."

   I laid into her, slapping the paddle hard onto her ass cheeks.  The
sound of the paddle on her wet flesh exploded in the car.  She gasped
harshly with each slap.  But she did not scream.  I gave her thirty of my
hardest, her ass red and waffled from the rubber covering of the paddle. 
When I let up, she cried softly, her ass twitching most invitingly.  I
brought the handle of the paddle to my mouth, coating it in my saliva.

   "Spread your cheeks, please."

   Cindy spread her throbbing ass cheeks, exposing her hairless pussy and
delicate pink anus to the cool air.  I leaned in and spit directly on her
anus.  She flinched, but said nothing.  I pushed the handle of the
Ping-Pong paddle against her butthole.  It resisted, then gave in.  The
handle surged into my pretty little teacher's ass, up to the paddle.  She
moaned in pain and discomfort.

   "Turn over on your back.  Face against me."

   Cindy turned over slowly, impaled by the paddle.  She lay on her back,
her face under my cock as I knelt over her.  I angled my cock down and it
slipped into her mouth.  She sucked as if her life depended on it.  She
believed it did.  I raped her mouth brutally, slamming my groin into her
face repeatedly.

   "When I pull out, you grab my cock and milk it onto your face."

   I continued bouncing off her, driving myself to orgasm.  It came, and I
pulled out.  Cindy's hand grasped me and stroked me furiously.  I spewed on
her face, coating her forehead, then her nose and chin with my spend.  It
was glorious.  She lay panting for air.

   I looked at my little teacher in the dim light.  Besmirched with my cum.
A pretty little woman.  Time to switch gears.  I reached into my bag and
grabbed the paintbrush and the hairdryer.  I plugged it into the auxiliary
lighter in the back seat.  This vehicle had everything.  I began to brush
my spend all over her face.

   "Cindy, I gave you a facial.  I'm going to spread it around, so your
skin will be covered.  I want you to enjoy the taste and smell of my semen
as you sleep tonight.  Thank me."

   "thank-you," she said immediately.

   I brushed my ejaculate, spreading it all over her face, until she was a
glistening little doll.  Forehead, cheeks, eyelids, nose, chin.  All with
an even sheen of semen.

   "Don't wipe this off now, woman.  It's my gift to you.  I want you to
sleep with it.  If I show up in the morning, I expect you to meet me at the
front door with this goo-pak on, understand?"

   "yes."

   I finished with my own load, then switched the hairdryer on, drying the
spend on her face.  When it was fairly dry, I examined my work.  Her skin
did look tightened.  It was all protein, you know.  Had to be good for her.
A second coat was called for.

   "Cindy, I want to put some more on you.  Fortunately, Ed donated to the
cause.  Don't move."

   I brought Ed's shotglass of semen up, and painted a second coat of sperm
onto her face, spreading it carefully for best effect.  Her eyes regarded
me glassily.  She was quiet now.  No resistance.  I dried her a second
time, and we were done.

   "Cindy, you are a perfect little china doll.  Try not to move your
facial muscles until tomorrow.  Give the protein a chance to clean your
pores.  Your face will thank you for it.  Now pull that Ping-Pong paddle
out of your ass."

   Cindy reached a hand between her splayed legs and gingerly removed the
paddle from her ass.  Quietly.

   "I'm leaving.  I may be back tomorrow morning to check on you.  If I'm
not there by ten, then go ahead and take a shower.

   I left.

   As a kind of an footnote, teacher Richard Stokes, also known as Dick
Stroker, suffered the rest of the school year with an amazing array of car
problems.  It seemed someone was constantly fucking with the engine of his
Honda Accord; disabling some vital part of the wiring harness.  I know how
frustrating and expensive repairs could be because I had spent a lot of
time in the public library poring over wiring diagrams in the Honda Accord
repair manual.  It became a familiar sight to see him biking furiously to
school, just making it in before classes started.  No suspects were
identified.  It was the damnedest thing...