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Intro: In part seven Teacher Passes the Test, our anti-hero pampers his

   teacher.  Or at least puts her in Pampers...

   Teacher Passes the Test, Part 7 of 10, What Have You Been Eating? 
(m/MF, everything)

   Written by Shakespeare_I._Aint











   On the week-end, I scored my big drug deal.  Scored big.  I sold one
kilo of cocaine mixed with five bags of carefully crushed rice flake, like
little babies eat.  I ripped the buyers off badly.  Boy, did my beeper and
cell phone ring.  Made me kind of glad these assholes didn't know my real
name or where I lived.  The funniest thing about the transaction was that I
had originally bought from them.  Long story short, one of the foster
brothers I had a few years ago was deep into the gang thing.  Lived and
breathed it.  I dropped back into his life.  Told him I wanted to be a
Player.  He hooked me up with some Boyz.  And they hooked me up with other
Boyz.  When I had the right degree of separation, I started buying cocaine.
By the gram, then by the ounce, then multi-ounces, then half a kilo.  They
were making good money off me, and they were impressed by my ability to
move Product.  They came to trust me.  I found they were paying twelve
thousand dollars a kilo to their supplier.  I came to them and told them I
found a supply for nine thousand a kilo; an almost impossible deal, and
offered them a good taste.  What they were tasting was the stuff they had
sold me in the past.  And they wanted in.  To the tune of six kilos.  I
mixed their real cocaine with my real fake rice flake and sold it back to
them.  It passed their initial test because they always tested the same
part of each bag.  And the self-made gangsta's fell for it, hook, line and
sinker..  They had my beeper and cell phone number.  Knew what motel room I
had frequented.  Knew what car I had been illegally driving.  Couldn't
provide my name or where I lived if their lives depended on it.  Stupid,
stupid people.

   I escaped with a thirty-five thousand dollar profit in one month.  By
ripping off two hard-core criminals.  So I retired from the drug trade.  I
turned my thoughts back to my pretty little teacher and her husband, whose
money had made my foray into illicit drugs possible.

   On the following Friday morning, I stopped in to see my Guidance
Counselor, Edwin Van Horn.  He was back to work from his alleged slip and
fall injury; in there shuffling papers until he saw me out in the common
area of the principal's office.  He ushered me in, closing the door behind
him.  He seemed at ease, happy, confident and in control inside his little
domain.  He motioned me to a seat across from his desk and waited for me to
speak.

   "Hello, Mr.  Van Horn, are conversations in this office monitored?"

   Edwin looked blank for a few seconds, then laughed.  "No, Damien.  We
don't monitor or tape conversations here.  We're here to help, remember?"

   I judged that he was telling the truth.  Edwin seemed very interested in
my visit.  And my motivations.

   "Damien, you really suspected that this room might be bugged didn't you?
You're that suspicious?  That untrusting?"

   I gave him my best impassive stare.

   "Relax, Damien.  Anything you say here is just between you and me.  And
Cindy, of course, if it pertains to her.  What brings you here?  What I can
do for you?"

   I was uncomfortable, but I had to know the status of our relationship. I
had to know how they saw their status.  Would they still be submissive to
me?  "I wanted to know the repercussions from last week.  The night we
whipped Cindy.  You know.  Any bad fall-out I should know about?"

   Edwin peered over his glasses at me in a priest-confessorly way.  He
seemed like he wanted to at least score some macho points on me.  What the
hell, it was it his office after all.  And his wife we had whipped and
butt-fucked.  "You mean the night you and Cindy had that little discussion
when she drove you home?"

   "Yeah, that night," I almost growled.

   He paused, reflecting, then shook his large, bearded face.  "No,
everything's fine.  Cindy and I are getting along wonderfully together. 
His eyes took on a pre-emptory warning.  "We've got a wedding Saturday
night, and my parents are coming over Sunday.  The week-end's pretty much
tied up, Damien, if that's what you're getting at."

   We stared at each other uncomfortably for a minute.  I broke the
silence. Having come to his office to talk, it was only fair that I broach
the subjects.

   "You guys realize that I wouldn't turn you into the cops, right?"

   Edwin nodded.

   "So I've really got nothing on you except for the fact that I've still
got your money."

   He nodded again, waiting.

   "I want to know...is it the fact that I've got your money--which I've
promised to return, by the way--is that what's keeping this thing going? 
Or is it something else?"

   Edwin Van Horn's face flushed a dark red.  He hemmed and hawed around
before selecting a response that would seem to answer me.

   "We need that money, Damien," he stated simply.  "It's our life-savings.
You could check.  We've got almost nothing in the bank, very little equity
in our house, a token amount in our retirement accounts.  So yes, it's the
money.  I get past due bills and late notices every single week."

   "You're not being entirely truthful, Edwin," I said, for the first time
using his first name in his own den.  "I know the money's important to you.
But what are you guys getting out of this little extended perversion of
mine?  Cindy flat out admits that I'm her personal demon, cleansing her for
a return to a happy marriage.  To you.  So what are you getting out of
this?"

   My little guidance counselor looked away, his face crimson with
embarrassment.  One of the last things you'd expect from a professional
counselor.  Then he wheeled on me.

   "What about you, Damien?  You told Cindy you were acting out against the
parents you never had by mistreating us.  What about that?," he challenged
defensively.

   "What about it?" I said softly, my emotions churning.  "I was telling
the truth.  I do believe that."

   "Well...shit...I don't know...," his voice trailed off as he glanced
away from me again.  I had touched him in a sensitive place.

   We sat there quietly for about two minutes, each lost in his own
thoughts and each fearing to break the soothing silence.  But I never
couldn't let a sleeping dog lie.

   "You kind of like the submissive thing, don't you?"

   My Edwin Van Horn went from red to a pasty white as the blood drained
from his face.  "That's not true," he muttered weakly, staring at me.

   I pressed him.  "Yes, it is true.  I've been thinking about it, Ed.  I
think you don't mind these little excursions of ours.  I think you don't
mind being submissive and letting me do your wife.  I'm just asking you to
admit it."

   Edwin was cornered and seemed to feel the need to fight back.  "Asking
me or telling me, Damien?  A real dominant wouldn't ask me to admit
anything; he'd order me to admit it."

   "I never said I was dominant, you asshole.  I'm just here because I
fixated on your wife for awhile.  I've already seen something on the
horizon and it's drawing my interest powerfully.  Drawing my attention away
from you and that precious little snatch you're married to."

   Edwin said quietly, "Don't call her names, Damien.  That's not called
for."

   "I'm sorry, Ed.  I really am."

   "You told her you loved her."

   "I...  I know."

   "So don't call her names.  She's been real good about this whole thing."

   "I know, Ed.  I was just mad at you."

   Edwin turned his face full towards me.  His lower lip was trembling.

   "Okay, Damien.  This is it.  I...  don't mind what's been happening.  In
a way, it's kind of a vacation for me.  I don't have to think.  I just do
what I'm told.  It's kind of liberating, if you know what I mean."

   I told him, "I think I do."

   "So if I'm kind of submissive or something, please don't make me admit
it.  I'd like to hang on to some shreds of my masculinity if it's not too
much to ask."

   "Okay, Ed."

   We sat again in silence.  Finally Ed spoke up.

   "What do you have planned for us this week-end, Damien?  I know you have
something in mind or you wouldn't have stopped in."

   "How about I come over during the day on Saturday?  Help you with the
leaves and stuff?"

   "I suppose that would be fine.  You want Cindy there too, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "Okay.  Tomorrow we rake leaves.  Maybe something else.  But we don't
leave marks on her, okay?  We've got a wedding Saturday night and I can't
have her marked-up or sore, understand?" He was imploringly proper about
the whole thing.

   "Fair enough.  You need any of your money?"

   "I'll need about eighteen hundred dollars by Tuesday."

   "I'll bring it by tomorrow," I promised happily.  I bounced out of my
chair and turned to leave.  Edwin went back to shuffling his papers when I
asked him a question I had wondered about.

   "Hey, Ed.  Did you and Cindy do anything more after she got back from
giving me a ride home?"

   Edwin Van Horn flushed like a schoolgirl.  Then he grinned sheepishly.
"We fucked like minks, Damien.  All night long."

   Just before I hit the door, Edwin asked me what I had planned for
tomorrow; his face anxious.

   I told him breezily that "it Depends," before I headed out.

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Chapter 2, Adult Diapers--Their not just for old people anymore... 
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   And so it was a happy, horny little me that did a bit of shopping at the
drugstore, (chemist for our English friends) and headed over to my favorite
little teacher's house to help them with the yard work.  As was my custom
and part of my paranoia, I surveilled the home for about ten minutes.  A
lot shorter time than normal, does that mean I'm getting better, Doctor?

   My little teacher was sitting at the kitchen table with Edwin.  They
were discussing an article in the newspaper, each with an amused, carefree
expression on their faces.  A happy couple communicating.  Thanks in large
part to me.

   They were both dressed for a little work outside.  The weather in
Mid-November was shockingly warm, the remnants of El-Nino; it was
approaching sixty degrees.  Not bikini weather, but fifteen to twenty
degrees above normal.  The leaves on the trees had for the most part fallen
or had been blown down in several fierce windstorms, which had also been
unusual.

   My two educators lived in a large ranch-style home on a generous lot. 
The property ran about two hundred feet across the front and at least three
hundred feet deep.  Everybody in this subdivision had similar properties.
Top dollar living.  These homes were isolated from each other.  Heavily
wooded.  From the moment you walked into the backyard, you couldn't even
see another house, even though you knew they were out there somewhere.  I'm
not saying these Van Horns were rich, but their home beat the hell out of
any other place I had ever spent time in.  But I digress.  My curiosity
having been satisfied, I headed back to the front door and rang the bell. I
waited in heightening anticipation for one of them to admit me.  Invite me
in like a vampire?  My pretty little teacher answered the door.  It was a
special pleasure for me.  It seemed that Edward had always been the
intermediary between me and his lovely little wife's charms, and it was
especially gratifying to see her willing to answer the door knowing her
"personal demon" waited hungrily for a chance to climb between her legs.

   Cindy Van Horn was dressed in her ever-present bulky gray sweatsuit, the
intent, I believe, to hide those magnificent breasts from the world.  On
such a petite woman, those jugs loomed huge and inviting.  She invited me
in, a warm, almost maternally sympathetic expression on her face until she
saw the shopping bag in my hands.  Her face turned serious as she led me
back to the warm, sunlit kitchen where Edwin sipped his coffee and
appraised me.

   "Hello, Damien.  What do you have in the bag?" Edwin spoke for both of
them.  I could sense the nervousness in these people.  Maybe Saturday
morning sex, without benefit of intoxication or stupefaction wasn't their
cup of tea.

   "Hi, Ed.  I've just brought a few things to make our yard work go more
efficiently."

   "May I ask what?" Ever the formal Edwin.

   I turned to his demure little wife, my puppy-love teacher, who had
seated herself at the table.  "How about you, Mrs.  Van Horn?  Are you as
curious as Ed?"

   She gave a nervous smile, glancing at her husband for support before
facing me.  "Yes, I am.  And stop calling me 'Mrs.  Van Horn'.  We're past
that."

   "Okay.  Cindy then.  We'll since you're both so curious, I'll show you.
I figured that we've got a lot of leaves to rake and only a short time to
work in.  So I brought something that will help eliminate some of the time
wasted on personal matters.  That way you'll work more efficiently and
maybe we will have more time to sample Cindy's goodies."

   My little schoolteacher blushed, but not altogether displeased, I hoped.
They watched me silently, waiting for me to lay it out for them.  So in the
absence of feedback, I continued.

   "I've brought some for each of you.  If you'll consent to me putting
them on you, we can begin." With that, I reached into my shopping bag.

   At the drugstore, I had purchased adult diapers, the kind old,
incontinent people wear.  I had bought a set for him and a set for her.  I
tossed the packages lightly at them and watched their puzzled expressions
change to shock as they read the packages lying on the table in front of
them.  Cindy was the first to speak.

   "Adult diapers?  What?...  You want us...?"

   "Yes, Cindy.  I want to put these diapers on you and Edwin.  You'll pee
in them as we work.  See?  Yours are pink and Edwin's are blue.  Kind of
cool, isn't it?"

   My teacher was flushed and still trying to grasp the scenario.

   "You mean...  you want us to wear these...  these...  things while we
are outside?  To go...  potty in them?" A shocked female voice can be so
invigorating.  At least I think so.

   "Exactly.  You'll have your regular clothes on, of course.  The only
difference will be that instead of underwear you'll have these on."

   Edwin Van Horn cleared his throat.  "Damien, don't you think you're
carrying this urination thing too far?  I mean, Jesus--this is weird."

   Resistance.  Always resistance.  Trying to make poor little Damien feel
like a pervert because of his little ideas.  It becomes very discouraging,
these personal attacks.  Like I sit there thinking up this shit, rather
than having it suddenly appear with overpowering force in my mind.  But
don't get mad yet, Damien, I told myself.  They know not what they do.

   "Of course, it's weird, Edwin.  It wouldn't be worth doing if it wasn't
weird.  That's the whole point.  How many times in your life have you worn
adult diapers?  None, right?  And after today, you'll probably never wear
them again.  So today should always stand out in your memory as the 'weird'
day you pissed in your adult diaper.  Understand?"

   Edwin shook his big head dubiously as he stared down at the discrete
plastic packaging of my gift to him.  "I just don't think I, I mean we
could...  you know...  urin-"

   "Let's do it," Cindy blurted suddenly, her voice breathlessly insistent,
surprising Edwin and I with it's piercing insistence.  Our heads swing
towards her.  We saw her face avoid ours as she repeated herself.  "Lets do
it."

   And I gave my look of small triumph to dubious Edwin.  Another battle
lost, little man.  Why can't you get with the Program?

   I issued Ed his marching orders.  "Ed, we need to clear the table so
Cindy can climb on and I can put her diaper on."

   We cleared the kitchen table off right quick and then we shuffled back
self-consciously towards the table, our eyes glancing at my pretty little
teacher, who stood there staring amusedly back at us.  Then she softly
shrugged her shoulders and tugged her sweatpants down, carrying her white
panties down with them.  She stepped out of the pile, her shorn muff
presented to our view.  She backed up and then gingerly raised her small
butt up and eased herself onto the cold wood of the table.  With a final
adjustment, she flopped her bare ass down in front of a chair.  I had to
concentrate on sitting down so as not to stumble and fall.  I had my pretty
little teachers open legs spread before me.  Just before I leaned in to
smell between her legs she said, "Before you do anything I'll tell you--I
didn't take a shower this morning--I might be pretty strong down there." I
stared up across my teacher's flat abdomen into her eyes and we
communicated without words.  And I laid my face between her thighs.  And
inhaled the muskiest, funky, hormonal female smell imaginable.  The
unbathed woman.  Woman to the tenth power, far funkier than my other
experiences had learnt me; it was heady stuff and I felt dizzy drinking it
in.  I buried my face into her gash seeking dead fish at the source of that
smelly Nile; my tongue the advance party with orders not to come back
without information about that smell.  And my tongue brought back a sample
of my teacher's cooze for my analysis.  Funk City.  I licked her for more
than a little while until her hips began to move the tiniest bit.  Then I
raised my wet face and appraised her.  She spoke first.

   "I'm ready for my diaper.  Or would you like me to go now?  In your face
maybe?  A little bit?" Teasing little tart.

   "I don't think so, Cindy," I said, grimacing at the thought.  "Maybe in
Edwin's face later.  Okay?" She nodded.  I reached over and grabbed a
female adult diaper for my teacher.  I unfolded the flaps and inspected it.
Extra lining in the crotch bottom to keep wetness away from her vagina. 
Tape straps at the top to secure the garment.  Cool.  I moved the diaper
under Cynthia Van Horn; she raised her bottom off the table for me.  I slid
the diaper under her and she settled down onto it.  I gave her pubis a
final kiss and secured the tape straps onto my teacher.  We stared at each
other, faint smiles on our faces.  I nodded to her and she sat up and slid
down off the table, the diaper rustling and puffing with a padded sound. 
She looked so delicious in that diaper.  I almost wanted to give her a
pacifier and put her hair in pig-tails and a baby hat to see how she would
look.  But I judged that too deviant for this day, at least.  Now for
Edwin. Should I do the honors or should Cindy?

   "Okay, Edwin, you're next," I announced, slapping the table in front of
me.  Edwin moved uncertainly over to me and slowly unbuckled his jeans
before kicking off his shoes.  He looked so ungainly standing there
laboriously taking off his clothes.  I made a mental note right then and
there to never let myself get out of shape like Edwin was.  His stomach
overhung his beltline and he tended to issue a low groan when he had to
bend over or get up out of a chair.  Finally Edwin stood naked from the
waist down in front of us; his penis slowly rising and testing the air. 
And I knew Edwin found shit like this exciting.  I pointed to the table and
Edwin clambered heavily up and swiveled on his asscheeks to assume the same
position as his pretty little wife had.  His groin seemed posed ugily at
me; the penis lengthening and pointing back up Ed's soft, white stomach
towards his head.  I found it slightly repulsive; this white, hairy groin
in the spot where I had feasted on my teacher's shaved genitalia only
moments before.

   Cynthia Van Horn moved up beside me.  "Sit down, Damien.  Like you did
for me." I glanced over at her and shrugged.  I pulled the chair out and
seated myself in the valley of Edwin's thighs.  I knew what was coming next
anyway.  I was just waiting.

   Cindy stood beside me.  Her slim right arm snaked out and grasped
Edwin's ball-sac gently and she caressed him.  Edwin gasped at the contact
and he raised his head for a moment to see who was caressing him.  Like it
would be me.

   "Can you bring yourself to do anything with another man, Damien?  Can
you take him in your mouth?  For just a few seconds?  I bet you can't," my
teacher crooned sweetly at me.  Her hand moved up to Edwin's shaft and she
milked him gently.

   I made up my mind right then and there how far I would be taking Cindy
that day.  She had just made her bed.  I steeled myself and leaned forward
and opened my mouth.  And I watched Cindy lever Edwin's penis towards me,
striking my nose with his manhood.  And then I closed my mouth on Edwin's
penis, watching his worried face staring at me, expecting me to bite him a
good one.  I tasted the slight bleachy tang of his cock in my mouth and I
gave him a couple of exploratory licks to the underside of his shaft.  He
gasped.  And my pretty little teacher slowly ground her diapered crotch
against my right arm.  And so we remained for a minute.  Then I spit Edwin
out and sat back.  Time to retake command.

   "I need a male diaper for my boy here, Cindy."

   His wife opened his package of Depends and handed me a diaper.  As I
fitted it onto Edwin, I gave his wet penis a couple of soft yanks.

   "Yeah, that wasn't so bad," I announced for Cindy's benefit.  "At least
it's not as bad as having to lick his ass.  That really takes commitment.
Know what I mean, Cin?" She gave me a startled look.

   "No, I don't know what you mean, Damien."

   Well...  You'll see," I finished.  I diapered Edwin, taping his diaper
on and letting him slid clumsily off the table.  "Get dressed," I ordered
my educator couple.

   They regarded each other sheepishly as they dressed; each sliding their
trogs over the large diapers they sported.  When they were finished, we
headed out the back door to the garage.  We proceeded to dispose of the
tons of leaves that plagued the grounds.  Edwin, ever the perfect little
homebody had a self-propelled leaf bagger which he proudly rolled hither
and yon, filling up receptacle after receptacle with shredded leaves. 
Cindy and I worked in the corners, and under the plantings, raking the
leaves out to be picked up later by Edwin's mechanized infantry.  And work
we did for at least an hour, the monotony only broken when Cindy came over
to me and held my hand.  She stared into my eyes with the slightest smile
for a few moments, then walked away, her bottom looking padded.  And I knew
she had pissed inside of her diaper while holding my hand.  A thrill went
through me visualizing her adult pussy squirting her fluids into a diaper I
had placed on her.  Oh, Mama.

   Edwin kept to himself for the most part, walking behind his prized
machine, his loose, sloppy clothes hiding his secret shame.

   After the first hour, we came together for a break.

   "Well, Ed," I asked, "were you able to take a piss while you were
working?" He turned beet red, looking away before turning to us.

   "Yes.  Yes, I did.  It took a while, and I really didn't see the point,
but I did.  I pissed in this diaper.  Can we take them off now?" He seemed
embarrassed and a little angry.  I turned away from him.  Let him stew in
his own juices for a while.  I studied my pretty little teacher.

   "Cindy?"

   "I've gone three times.  Three little times." Her voice neutral; her
mood good though.

   "Then maybe it's time to change your diaper.  How about it?"

   "That would be good, Damien.  Because I've got to go 'number two' if you
know what I mean.  Poo.  And I can't do it in this diaper.  I can't bring
myself to go in this thing." I noted that she was studying me closely to
see how I would respond.  Hoping I wouldn't make her wear that diaper to
the wedding reception tonight probably.  No big deal.  While I mulled over
where I should take this scene to next I made my discovery.

   I had been idly looking at the back of the property when I noticed a
small patch of blue among the autumn browns of the dying leaves and grasses
of the woods behind the yard.  I wandered away from my captive couple,
towards the back of the property.  And I came upon a fort.  A fort such as
kids used to make to play in.  It was a dilapidated affair, just a few
studs and pieces of plywood really, but once it had been grandly painted a
royal blue.  The floor of the fort had actually been excavated down another
couple of feet.  So I guess it was more of a 'pillbox' than a fort.  The
whole thing didn't measure more than five by seven and no more than four
feet from the excavated floor to the warped plywood roof.  Interesting.  I
looked over the top of the fort into the rest of the woods that separated
the Van Horn's home from the one behind it.  I could not see anyone's house
from my position.  And I knew where I wanted this to go.  I beckoned to my
little Edwin and Miss Cindy and watched them walk slowly towards me
whispering to each other as they approached.  They looked nervous, as any
thirties couple wearing diapers at the insistence of a fifteen year old
would.

   "We will play 'fort' awhile, okay?  You and Cindy follow me," I
announced as I turned and crawled through the low opening that served as a
door.  Inside, the floor was dry but musty-smelling.  A few ancient squares
of carpet were scattered about.  I sat in one corner and watched my pretty
little teacher crawl in on her hands and knees into my fort and sit tightly
in another corner.  We waited while Edwin crawled slowly in and sat across
from us.  He looked around at the cramped inside of the fort.

   "This thing's been here for years--since the house was built.  The
people we bought the house from had kids that were in their late twenties,
so this thing is easily twenty years old." He sniffed the musty air. 
"Stinks in here.  Whole place is rotting away.  I should have torn this
down, but somehow I never got around to it."

   Cindy said, " Be that as it may, I've got to go.  Let me go into the
house and have a bowel movement and I'll come right back, okay guys?," her
voice was coaxingly insistent.  She was starting to crawl back out of my
little lair.

   "No.  Get back here," I ordered.

   "Damien, I can't go...  I can't take a crap in this diaper.  I just
can't do it.  It's too messy.  I'll be right back." And she resumed her
departure.  As if that was all right.

   "I said get back in here unless you need a good whipping.  I'll tell you
what you are going to do and then you can do it.  Understand?" Another
little test of control.

   Cindy looked back at me.  Her face looked desperately frustrated. 
"C'mon, Damien.  You guys can't change my diaper here anyway.  We didn't
bring any more with us.  Let me go.  Please."

   Still sitting down, I reached forward and grabbed Cindy by the hips and
pulled her backwards.  Her head hit the plywood of the fort roof but not
hard, though she cried out and rubbed her head in pretended injury.  I
pulled her backwards onto me.  I knew that I also had Edwin's undivided
attention as I physically handled his pretty little wife.  Once she was on
my lap, I pushed her forward and turned her hips.  She fairly flew in the
confined space of my fort.  She ended up on her back with her legs nearest
me.  I dragged her bulky sweatpants down her legs until they caught at her
shoes.  I pulled her shoes off violently and tossed them at the wall.  Did
I just toss her shoes?  Hell, no.  I tossed them with enough force and
angle that they bounced off the plywood walls and made their way in the
general direction of my pretty little teacher's head.  I saw her protect
her face with her hand as they landed on her.  I needed her to feel the
force of my objection to her actions.  I needed her to do what I wanted.  I
pulled her sweatsuit pants off her and tossed them over to Edwin.  My
little teacher lay in her diaper before me.  Her bulky sweatshirt had risen
and I could see the cups of the matronly white cotton brassiere that
encased her large titties.  And I saw her scared face twisted in fear and
watching me for my next move.  I got to my knees, my head at the ceiling
and leaned over my teacher.  I pulled on the tape straps that secured her
diaper to her slim hips.  I ripped her sodden diaper from between her legs
then grabbed her hips and twisted her back onto her stomach.  I pulled her
back into onto her hands and knees, her head facing the door.

   "Turn over and crawl out the door.  Squat down and take a shit where
Edwin and I can see you.  We want your ass facing us.  Get going."

   Cindy remained on her hands and knees, not moving.  She was gasping in
fright from the ultra-violence.  Something she hadn't been expecting.  I
waited for her to start crying.  A woman's last defense.  Her head was down
between her shoulders and I heard her gasps take on the rhythmic sound she
would need to cry convincingly.  So I placed my right foot squarely on her
buttocks and gave a hard push.  My little teacher skimmed along the dirt
floor and landed with her head and shoulders outside of our fort.  What a
nice 'whoofing' sound she made when she landed on her chest.  Her ass
remained inside our shelter and I suppressed an urge to bury myself in her
ass for a few minutes to help her with her bowel movement.  Then came the
unexpected.  My little Cindy farted; a quiet ripping fart that escaped her
while she was in distress.  An embarrassing breech of etiquette.  And any
thoughts of further rebellion on her part were quashed by her own
intestines.  I glanced at Edwin in the far corner, his face registering
shock at my treatment of his wife.  As his face glanced at mine we smelled
the present that Cindy had airmailed to us.  And we watched as she
scrambled the rest of the way out of the fort and crawled about four feet
away.  She got into the proscribed squat and waited; the separated, hanging
globes of her ass presented for our review.  A small sobbing grunt from
Cindy and then another ripping fart that we were able to watch.  Her
medium-pink anus opened and closed to expel that air so fast that I almost
missed it.  Then as I watched, her anus started to swell and get more
round. The crenellations and wrinkles of Cindy's lovely little butthole
seemed to smooth out in preparation.  I glanced back at Edwin.  His face
was locked onto his wife's behind as she grunted uncomfortably.  And it was
good.  My cock, rampant from the first time I had grabbed my little teacher
to show her the error of her ways, was engorged and it felt huge.  I had to
adjust it in my pants, it was so insistent.

   Cindy's ass gaped still farther open; larger than Edwin or myself would
have dilated it with our cocks; and suddenly a ribbon of brown shit
extruded to greet the New World.  It hung motionless at the entrance, until
pushed forward by the rest of it's length.  It corkscrewed out of Cindy's
ass; pulled down by gravity, it formed a circular pile on the hard-packed
earth between Cindy's feet.  And she groaned in embarrassment and despair.
After the first ribbon had extruded down for a few seconds, Cindy's anus
neatly clipped it and it fell into the neat pile.  By that time, the smell
had traveled the four feet or so to our olfactory senses and Edwin and I
involuntarily backed up a bit.  Then Cindy resumed, her asshole stretching
anew as a similar play-dough roller of shit extruded to form a circular
second-story on her first pile.  She was sobbing and grunting softly now as
her beautiful ass allowed the second escapee to fall out of her.  And then
there was no more.  Her backdoor hung open for a few seconds; it's color
dark pink now; and then her sphincter slowly closed and the pretty little
winkie slowly formed itself into something recognizable and lovable.

   Cindy edged forward another two feet to get clear of her pile.  Falling
forward gently onto all fours she rested, still quietly crying for our
benefit.

   "Wipe her ass, Edwin.  Use some leaves or something," I commanded her
husband.  He looked stupidly at me for a moment, then back at his wife's
behind.  Then he crawled out of our fort and rose creakily to his knees. 
He pulled a couple of yellowing leaves off a scrub tree and knelt down at
the rear of his crying wife, careful not to kneel in her mess.  "Do a good
job," I urged him.  He spread her cheeks with one hand and wiped her
bunghole with the other.  There wasn't much there; it had been a clean
dump. The few leaves Edwin used were enough.  He tossed them away and look
back at me.  Waiting for my next command.  Good Edwin.

   "Get back in here.  Both of you.  Then get naked.  Except for your
diaper, Edwin."

   Edwin waited patiently at his wife's ass until she got herself under
control to crawl back into the fort.  He followed her, his face
suspiciously close to her backside as he crawled in just behind her.  Back
inside the fort, they fought for undressing space; each doffing their
remaining garments and spreading them carefully on the cool ground like a
blanket.  Figuring they might be laying down shortly and wanting something
warm to lay on.  Clever little supplicants.  Cindy pulled her sweatshirt
over her head and I was once again blown away by the generous tits stored
inside that plain white brassiere.  She pulled the bra off and they swung
free on her chest.  Fantastic specimens.  Edwin waited, squatting like an
Indian in a loincloth; his loincloth of course the white diaper he was
wearing.

   "Edwin, did you do a good job wiping your wife's ass?"

   "I...  I think so.  Yeah, I guess," my short, portly guidance counselor
answered nervously.  I slid across the dirt floor of the fort from my wall
to his and sat down right next to him.  "Cindy, kneel down with your ass
facing us.  Spread your cheeks so we can see if Ed here did a good job
wiping you."

   Cindy Van Horn assumed the position and parted her cheeks with both
hands, the side of her head resting on the hard-packed floor of the fort.
Edwin and I idly inspected his handiwork.  Yep, looked like a good job to
me.

   "Yeah, Ed, I'd have to say it passes the visual inspection.  Hope it
passes the smell and taste test.  Nuzzle on up between there Edwin.  Tell
me how her crotch smells."

   Edwin was frozen for just a second.  Probably still uncomfortable giving
in to being submissive to me in front of his wife.  And after all we'd been
through too...  But then he kind of sidled forward and literally planted
his nose into Cindy's little pussy.  His own diapered ass was uncomfortably
close to me and I moved away.

   "Her crotch smells good," Edwin reported dutifully.  Very uninspired.

   "Smell that pissing she's been doing the last hour?" I demanded.

   "Yeah, It kind of smells like that," Edwin admitted.  I watched his nose
rubbing up and down her vaginal lips, and riding perilously close to her
anus.  My pretty little teacher quiet as a lamb now as we discussed her
personal smells.

   I prodded, "How about her asshole?  It smell like she just took a dump?"


   Edwin hesitated, almost theatrically I thought, "you want me to... 
smell it, Damien?" he asked almost in a whisper.

   "Only if you want to Ed.  Only if you want." And I knew he would.  I
knew he wanted to smell his wife's anus in front of a fifteen year old boy.
I watched his nose rise from her vaginal split and graze the rosebud of her
anus.  And linger there.  And inhale audibly.  And report to me.  "Yes it
does smell a little bit, Damien." He probably didn't want to hurt his
wife's feelings.

   Time for the corker.  "How does it taste, Ed?  Describe it to me." His
tongue darted out of his mouth and caressed the crater of his wife's anus.
My teacher's anus.  He wet the thing down and then his tongue pressed into
her, the tip disappearing.  Cindy Van Horn gasped audibly.  Music to my
ears.

   "How's that feel, Cindy?  Better than toilet paper?" I teased her.

   "It's...  fine, Damien.  It's fine," she finished, all the piss and
vinegar apparently gone out of her.

   "The taste, Edwin?" I reminded him.

   "Very unusual.  About what I'd expect.  Kind of weird.  Stinky," my
counselor reported.  I'd have expected a better description from a guy with
a masters degree.  But I was too horny to dwell on the poor quality of his
report.

   "Okay, Edwin, you lay down on those clothes.  Cindy, you will be
removing his diaper for him and assessing him."

   They moved in a confused twister-ballet in the confines of our fort. 
Edwin settled himself on his back, his diaper-clad groin presented to Cindy
and I.  Cindy moved reluctantly forward between his legs.  She pulled the
tape strips securing his diaper and pulled the front down between his legs.
His penis lay inside rampant with the excitement.  Edwin sure knew how to
go along.  "Smell his cock, Cindy," I commanded.

   Her face bent over into his crotch while her butt rose up in front of
me. And as I hurriedly removed my shoes and my pants, I spied her wet anus
and hairless pussy gaping slightly at me.  I peered around her backside at
my poor little teacher smelling her husband's erect cock.  To tell me if it
smelled like urine.  "Well?" I demanded.

   "It smells like pee.  It doesn't smell right," she reported.

   "How does it taste?" Her mouth opened and she took her husband in,
without protest or prevarication.  She simply held him in her mouth
loosely. I parted her buttcheeks slightly until the clam of her vagina
parted to allow me a target.  I pushed into her vagina.  Buried myself in
there.  It wasn't dry.  It was plenty wet.  I think my little teacher
hadn't really minded being man-handled and humiliated.  "Suck him, Cindy."
And I watched her get down on him like she should.  I luxuriated in the
feeling of her warm, wet pussy.  Afraid to move too much lest I should cum.
So I rested there awhile thinking that Edwin hadn't contributed enough to
the show.

   Edwin lay there moaning and arching his hips, bent solely on his own
pleasure.  It was too much.  "Okay, Cindy.  You lay down on the ground.  On
your back.  Edwin, crouch over her face with your cock facing her feet."
Cindy didn't dawdle on Edwin's penis.  Her head came off his groin and she
moved forward off my cock in one motion, leaving us high and dry.  She
waited until Edwin grunted his way into a sitting position and moved over
to let her lie down.  She eyed us suspiciously.  I nodded to Edwin and he
placed his knees at her ears, her face disappearing under his bulk.  Her
nose and mouth would be buried in his scrotum and perineum.  Edwin stroked
his penis idly, ready to start doing whatever I told him.  I addressed them
both.

   "Now, Cindy.  We've watched you do something you really didn't want to
do.  And I appreciate your eventual cooperation on that.  And you've taken
two penises into you, although neither one of us has cum yet.  And all
Edwin here has done is lick your ass a little bit.  Which I believe he
didn't mind doing at all.  So I'm going to let you trade roles.  Cindy,
I'll need you to lick Ed's ass for him.  Don't protest or anything, all
right?  I'll need it nice and wet for when I fuck him."

   I couldn't even see Cindy's face under Edwin's bulk.  But when I saw a
shudder of pleasure run through his hefty frame I knew my pretty little
schoolteacher was rimming her husband's asshole.  I sat back on my haunches
watching Edwin.  His eyes were closed and he rocked minutely over his
little wife's face.  I gave him a minute and then pushed him in the back.
He fell forward onto his hands; his chunky ass rose off my teacher's pretty
face.  Her face was red.  I guess he hadn't been giving her much oxygen
down there.  Had not cut her any slack at all.  Oh well.  I scissored my
way over Cindy's face and spread Edwin's buttocks.  His large brown hole
winked wetly at us.

   "Okay, Cindy.  Now you get to rest and watch.  I'm going to drill your
husband now.  He'll end up shooting his load on your stomach after my cock
presses on his prostate gland a few times.  This will be the second time
he's had me up his ass.  I don't think he minds it so much although I bet
he'd rather that you weren't here watching.  Anyway, get ready to feel him
squirt."

   With that, I eased forward and pulled my Guidance Counselor's buttocks
back toward me.  My little teacher's pretty face disappeared beneath us.  I
located Edwin's anus by feel and pressed forward.  He groaned in
embarrassment and discomfort as I pressed the battering ram to his
backdoor. We fought together for about ten seconds before I felt something
give and I surged into his colon.  Edwin gasped loudly and tried to pull
away from me.  It gave me the chance to assert my superior strength over
him in front of his wife.  I pulled his hips hard towards me and buried my
length inside him.  I heard a sob catch in his throat and then he dropped
back onto his hands and knees like a good little bitch.  And I plugged him,
drawing almost out and then pounding in.  Ten hard times.  And it felt
nice. Although I need to repeat that I'm not homosexual or even bisexual.
It's about Power.  And the need to cum.

   I had only been inside him about thirty seconds when I felt Cindy
wiggling beneath us.  And I knew why.  Edwin was shooting his seed onto his
wife's stomach with a fifteen year old boy buried up his ass.  Then I went
to town in him, plowing him good and hard.  I felt my orgasm approach and
redoubled my efforts; my penis a blur; an extra thrill when I separated
from him and could glimpse a piece of his wife's face below us.  My cock
looked pretty clean, so I decided what to do next.

   "Show's over, Cindy.  When I pull out of Edwin, I want your mouth open
to receive me.  Understand?" I didn't wait for an answer.  I pulled out of
Edwin Van Horn's ass and pressed my cockhead down to Cindy.  Her eyes were
screwed shut and her mouth was open in a horrified rictus.  I could see
every tooth in her mouth plainly.  It wasn't the most inviting orifice I
could have imagined.  It looked far too toothy for my comfort.  But my
stiff cock never gave it a second thought as I surged into her warm mouth
and started pumping my semen into her.  I felt her lips close around my
cock and I sawed between her slightly opened jaws.  It was a pain-pleasure
feeling.  I felt my Cindy gag on my meat, fresh from her husband's ass. 
Not that she ever enjoyed semen either.  Oh well.  I sunk lower onto her
face.  I swear my whole weight was suspended on my cock as I slumped over
her mouth, pushing my cock into that tooth trap.  And I jettisoned my load
there, listening to her gag on me.  Until I was through.  Finally, I heaved
myself off her.  Her eyes looked accusingly up at me.  I looked over at
Edwin.  He had been watching the show.  I pulled away from both of them.  I
looked at them.

   "Cindy, you are a good girl.  And you haven't come yet.  So-"

   "Yes, I did.  I came," my pretty little schoolteacher said.  "I came
when you forced yourself into my mouth."

   "She did," Edwin added shakily.  "She was rubbing her clit the whole
time you were...  in me...  and when you pulled out she started slapping
her clit pretty good.  I'm surprised you didn't hear it.  You were probably
too busy damaging me.

   I stared at them.  Such interesting people.  "Well, my work is done
then. I'm going to get dressed and get out.  I'll leave you some money in
your Expedition, Ed."

   I dressed quickly.  When I was ready to split I gave them the skinny on
what I had in mind.

   "I want to thank you for today.  It was wild.  Next week, Monday through
Friday, I'll be stopping by before school.  I plan to fuck Cindy every
morning.  Understand?" They nodded, questions in their eyes, but silent for
the moment.  Two weeks from today is the Final Exam." I let my words hang.

   "What is the 'Final Exam', Damien?" Edwin asked worriedly.  Asking for
the both of them.

   It's the last day of this relationship.  It's the day you two show me
what you've learned.  If you pass, you get your money back.  For Cindy,
it'll be a walk in the park.  Ed, you better bring some running shoes."

   "You always have to be cryptic, don't you?" Edwin said bitterly.  Maybe
his ass was bothering him.

   "I wish I could share my plans for Final Exam with you, but it would
ruin the shock value.  It'll blow your mind, that's for sure.  Anyway, I'm
gone.  Have a nice wedding.  I left the rest of the diapers for you two in
case you want to play.  Ed, Cindy, I'll see you guys at seven in the
morning on Monday for a piece of ass.  Good-bye" And I strolled jauntily
homewards, my cock riding stickily in my underwear.  Stickily good, I mean,
not stickily bad...