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   Teacher Passes the Test, Part 8 of 10, Now That's Entertainment!

   Written by Shakespeare_I._Aint

   (m/MF, everything)



















   It was a chilly little Monday morning at o'dark-hundred hours when I
jogged up to my pretty little teacher's home.  I trotted into the backyard
and came to a puffing stop near the window.  This was Day One of my plan to
nail my love everyday for a week.  Believe me, I was looking forward to it.
I looked inside the windows.  I saw her husband, Edwin Van Horn, inside the
kitchen bent over unloading the dishwasher; looking all out of balance.  No
sign of my target.  I slowly walked around the home looking in the windows
for any sign that Cindy Van Horn was awake and waiting for my visit.  I
found no other activity in the home.  I tapped on the back door and waited
for Edwin to let me in.  He looked like quite the apprehensive husband.

   "She's still sleeping Damien.  I was going to wake her up pretty soon.
If you'll have a seat, I'll get her," he said persuasively.  I blew him
off.

   "Don't bother.  This won't take long.  I'll just go and get this done.
Be back in a few minutes.  You just wait here." I gave him his marching
orders.  I didn't want Edwin waiting in the wings watching while I fucked
his pretty little wife.  I waited until he gave a slight nod of
acknowledgment.  I took my jacket off and handed it to him.  He took it
dumbly.  I kicked my Nikes off, leaving them in the middle of the kitchen
carpet.  And I headed off to bury myself in his wife.

   The bedroom door was open and I slipped in noiselessly.  My Cindy's soft
breathing confirmed that she was still asleep.  Her small body formed
gentle curves under the covers of the large bed.  I crossed over to her and
quietly removed my clothing.  My cock was already rock hard and insistent
that we move forward on this project.  I pulled the covers up and slid in
eagerly.  My weight on the mattress woke her up and she peered groggily
over at me.  I wasted no time clambering atop her with my legs between
hers, my erection poking at her pubis.  I thrust impatiently like a
schoolboy until my cock caught at the entrance to her pussy and pushed
itself into her dry hole.  My pretty little schoolteacher gasped in pain or
discomfort.  She wasn't totally dry, but she wasn't wet with primitive lust
for me either.  I rested there a moment feeling her little pussy gripping
me.  I smelled her morning breath and pulled my face away from hers.  I
buried my face in the pillow next to her and started to fuck her.  My cock
slid in and out of her just fine thanks, and the minimum lubrication sped
me to my climax.  My Cindy just grunted at my hard thrusts into her.  My
chest lay intentionally atop hers so that her big titties rubbed against
me.

   After one minute, I was done.  I jettisoned a load of spunk into her
pussy and came to a slick halt inside her, panting with my exertions.  My
prostate gland was spasming painfully such was the load I had pumped into
her.  When the discomfort subsided a bit, I pulled out of her and climbed
out of bed.  Her eyes followed me with an unspoken violation.  She wanted
to revile me for treating her like a cumbag whore.  And I was glad I had
fallen out of real love for her because that was just what I had treated
her like.  My personal cumbag.

   I dressed without either of us saying a word.  She stared at me, but she
didn't say anything.  For my part, I had already explained why I was there
and I didn't feel I should have to repeat myself.  So I remained silent. 
When I was dressed, I left the bedroom.  Left the house after saying my
good-byes to Edwin who had looked at me so anxiously from his breakfast
seat.  I left.

   On Tuesday morning, I tapped gently on the back door.  Edwin let me in
again.  He told me Cindy was in the bathroom.  I strode through the house
like I owned it.  The bathroom door was closed and locked.  I knocked and
waited.

   "Edwin?" my little Cindy asked in alarm.

   "Me," I said flatly.

   About ten seconds went by before the door opened to me.  The bathroom
was steamy.  My pretty little schoolteacher was wrapped in a large pink
towel.  Her short blonde hair was wet and plastered over her skull showing
the fine bones and skin of her face in sharp relief.  Relief wasn't on her
face though.

   I had her lean over the sink while standing on another stack of towels
to bring her backside in line with my cock.  I oiled up with some baby oil
from the closet and burrowed into her warm butt.  It was much to her
chagrin to judge from the sounds she made while she accommodated me back
there.  A warm tight rose glove and I loved it.  As I came, I announced the
fact loudly, pulling out of her ass with an audible pop.  An audible pop, I
shit you not.  And I squirted onto her asscheeks and lower back.  I used my
penis to massage my spend into her skin.  I told her not to wash that off.
I wanted to see her in school with my semen dried on her sore ass.

   In my Humanities class later that day, I shared a mysterious glance with
my pretty little teacher as she instructed us.  She had just the tiniest
smile, maybe of embarrassment, on her face when our eyes met.  She was
sitting behind her desk, but I would swear she jiggled her ass just the
tiniest bit.

   On Wednesday morning, I had my pretty little schoolteacher in the
marital bed, laying on her back and playing with her vibrator.  She came
with three of my fingers jammed up her cunt and two up her butt.  Her eyes
were tightly closed as she came.  I felt the contractions and it was good.
After she came, I climbed atop her chest.  I had her hold those magnificent
funbags together and I tit-fucked her.  It was exquisite.  With her head
propped forward by a pillow, I ran my cock through Tit Valley and into Warm
Wet Gorge.  It was fantastic.  Everything I'd dreamed about the first time
I laid eyes on those dugs.  I held alternating stink fingers under her nose
and watched her averted eyes screw tightly shut in embarrassment.  Knowing
her dislike for anything seminal, I jetted my fluids into her mouth, making
her hold me inside there for a few minutes before swallowing my gift.  She
didn't gag but I could tell she hadn't gotten over her aversion to having
billions of microscopic swimmers in her mouth.  Or maybe it was simply a
matter of taste.

   On Thursday, I had a sit-down breakfast with Edwin at the kitchen table.
A rather novel experience for me, as I've always lived in the
pandemonium-filled and catch-as-catch-can group-home breakfast worlds where
I rarely got leisure to linger over a breakfast.  Probably the nicest part
of the meal, apart from Edwin's sterling conversation, was my pretty little
schoolteacher under the kitchen table blowing me.  Hands around my hips,
mouth pressed over my flesh pole, for about fifteen minutes before I
allowed her to use her hands to assist her.  I had given her some syrup to
help flavor my penis and it got to be a highly erotic sticky mess down
there.  With her stroking and choking I finally put my fork down and
grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down on my groin.  Oh, the
feeling of that warm mouth on me.  The gagging was inevitable and I
released some of my grip on her to allow her to breathe.  I came and came
inside of her mouth, listening to her tiny pneumo-protests at my assault on
her.  After a minute, I released her head and sat back.  I went to school
smelling somewhat like maple syrup, with a wild sticky mess in my
underpants.  I had to wash them out when I got back to my group home, lest
I be questioned.  Such is the fate of an poor, friendless orphan, I guess.

   On Friday morning, Edwin and I finally double-teamed his pretty little
wife.  Edwin on his back and my pretty little teacher on top of him with
his manageable penis in her.  Me behind her with my cock lodged firmly up
her ass, much to her dismay.  Until her vibrator changed her discomfort
into something bearable and then pleasurable.  I sawed into her and shot a
quick load up into her before withdrawing and wiping my slimy wang on her
butt-cheeks.  Then I held her asscheeks open and watched my semen slowly
leak out and down, onto Edwin's legs as he fucked up into her.  I watched
her open anus snap shut ten times like a sea anemone as she climaxed.  I
dressed as Edwin rolled her over and did her missionary style.  When he had
finally shot off inside his wife and lay panting and wheezing beside her, I
addressed them both.

   "Final Exams tomorrow.  I will arrive at six in the morning.  I need you
guys dressed and ready to go.  Bring the sex toys in case I need them. 
Edwin, you wear whatever you want.  Cindy, you wear bicycle pants and a
sports bra.  Lycra-spandex thing.  Rustle up the last of your marijuana,
you'll probably need it.  Questions?"

   "Do you ever give a straight answer, Damien?" My little Edwin.

   "That's a good question, Edwin.  Now, any other questions?"

   My pretty little schoolteacher looked up at me from the bed.  I watched
her big titties as she spoke to me.  Bad manners on my part, but damn.

   "I'm afraid of what's going to happen tomorrow.  I'm afraid you'll go
too far and we'll get caught.  It is going to be public, isn't it?"

   "You bet it is.  Couldn't happen any other way," I said merrily.

   "Oh God.  Please Damien, let's just do something else.  We can do
something here, maybe." Her voice was pleading.

   "No, Cindy.  No.  You're already passed the top of the rollercoaster
hill.  When I came up your butt a few minutes ago, you had already started
to hurtle down.  You just didn't know it.  You'll know it tomorrow.  Oh
what fun we'll have!"

   In class she had a bad day, losing her train of thought repeatedly
during her lecture.  After class, several of her little cheerleader
students stayed behind to see if she was all right.  She was all right.  It
was just a little case of Test Anxiety. 
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   End of Teacher Passes the Test, Part 8 of 10, Now That's Entertainment!
by Shakespeare_I._Aint.

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Teacher Passes the Test Parts 1-10 by Shakespeare_I._Aint Copyright (c)
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