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   Teacher Passes the Test, Part 9 of 10, Walk this Way, by
Shakespeare_I._Aint (m/MF everything)



















   At o'dark hundred hours on Saturday moanin', I jogged from my poor abode
to the home of my tormented educators.  I had told my silly foster-parents,
the McGwires, that I had volunteered with a bunch of "friends" to help out
at a art display in the City of Detroit and that I would be back that
night. They didn't have a problem with one of their charges being gone for
the whole day.  They had other boys to worry about.  Ones that couldn't be
trusted as well as they could trust me.

   It was a chilly dark morning but it was supposed to warm up to around
sixty degrees today.  Jogging through the gloom I couldn't imagine that
happening.  But that El Nino thing had sure helped the Michigan weather
because you could never find sixty degrees in late November in this state.

   I puffed into the backyard and did my customary surveillance before
announcing my presence.  I saw my intended victims sitting at the kitchen
table, idly reading the morning newspaper.  I could see the Weather Channel
on the television in the family room.  Just like Edwin to tune in to see
what he should wear to Final Exams.  I admired his plodding, practical way.


   My pretty little schoolteacher glanced idly through the ads for women's
clothing and accessories.  Her face was troubled and nervous as it should
be.  I worked my way over to the back door.  Instead of knocking, I let
myself in.  Both their heads shot up to watch my entrance into their
retreat.

   "Morning," I said affably.  They stared at me mutely.  And glanced
suspiciously at the knapsack strung over my teenage shoulders.  Interested
people.

   "We'll catch some breakfast on the road.  We've got a nice drive in
front of us and we need to get going.  I'll lay the ground rules down once
we are on the road.  Let's go," I ordered.  Edwin slowly shuffled heavily
to his feet, dispair and defeat written in his poor posture.  He was
wearing a pair of blue jeans and a rather nice plaid flannel shirt. 
Comfortable hiking boots.  My pretty little teacher arose.  She was wearing
the tight, lycra-spandex black sports bra and black bicycle pants I had
requested.  The left a large expanse of her flawless abdomen exposed to
view.  Her 28 year old body was plenty tight.  Oh my pretty little teacher.
But I did note that she had put panties on under those tight pants.  And
the hem-lines stood out vulgarly.  I guessed we'd fix that situation later.

   And so it went that we piled uncomfortably into Edwin's big comfortable
white Ford Expedition.  Edwin driving and my pretty little teacher and I
riding in the back seat.  Just before we backed out of the driveway I
hopped back out and went back into the house to do a little business.  When
I returned to my anxious couple I directed Edwin to head out to Krispy
Kreme Donuts near the highway.  We rode in silence.  When we got there,
neither one wanted to go into the store with me so I bought us some
doughnuts and bagels using only my own sense of taste as a guide.  I also
bought coffee for my people and a hot chocolate for myself.  I didn't like
the taste of coffee and in a group home hot chocolate is a highly prized
commodity usually reserved only for foster-parents.  Back inside the
gloom-mobile I passed out the goodies and started in some warm-up
activities to keep the ride from getting boring.

   "Okay, I hope you guys are ready for the Final Exam.  Edwin, head north
up the interstate for awhile.  It'll take a couple of hours to get there.
And try not to speed too bad.  We can't afford to be pulled over.  Cindy,
put your coffee down for a minute and crawl over into the front seat.  Take
Ed's boots off.  Then take his pants off.  Make him more comfortable.  Go."


   And I sat back and watched her troubled face work and her mouth open to
enter a protest.  I had to love this woman.  Her constant attempts to win
concessions.  What a negotiator she could be.

   "Damien," she said in her low silky way, "how about we just hold off
until we get to where we're going?  It'll be more exciting for us that way.
The anticipation I mean?" Her pretty face beamed at me; her eyelashes
batted at me.

   "Oh, Cindy.  What a poor start you're making today," I answered sadly. I
could see Edwin sit up nervously behind the wheel, his wide eyes straying
to the rear view mirror.  I continued.  "What your Examiner had been
looking for was signs of obedience.  Your attempt to haggle over the terms
of a simple assignment....  well, it just doesn't speak well of you." I
watched my little Cindy's face go from confusion and move right into fear.
She didn't know what to do.  She glanced up at her husband for help.  He
averted his gaze immediately and studied the road.

   "Cindy, here's a make-up question.  What can you do to make up for your
willful attitude?"

   "I...  I don't know, Damien," she cried out, flustered and under
pressure, her eyes going big and watery.

   "You better think of something," I warned her mildly, smiling my gentle
smile.

   "Let me...  let me....  I don't know...  I don't know!" she cried real
tears now.

   I put my hot chocolate into one of the cupholders in this fantastic
vehicle.  "Lean over the front seat, Cindy.  In front of me."

   She cried softly, eyeing me all the while.  "What are you going to do?"

   "Do I have to tell you?" She shook her head quickly and slid over
towards me.  She ducked over the back of the front seat, her spandex-clad
ass in my field of vision, her top half spilling down the front seat.  Good
thing the Expedition had tinted windows or the other motorists would be
curious.  I wasted no time.  I grabbed the top of Cindy's bicycle pants and
peeled them and those offending panties right off her backside, exposing
her wonderful white ass to my view.  Cindy squealed in mortal terror.  As
well she should.

   "Okay, people.  One more time I go over this.  This is Exam Day.  You do
what I say when I say to do it.  Get through the day and I give you guys
your money back.  Fuck this up and I don't know what I'd have to do with
the two of you.  But I'll be damned if I'm going to spend the next two
hours in this car teaching a Teacher how to behave.  I thought that lesson
was learned on Day One.  So it's ten hard ones on the ass for you Cindy and
my sincere hope that you can perform at a higher level in the future." And
I brought alternating hands down on Cindy's fleshy taut globes.  Real loud
slaps that stung my hands and made them swell just from the impact.  Ten
hard ones.  And my teacher yelped and cried out after each strike; her
hands making mad little dashes one after the other to try to protect her
butt from the discipline, each time remembering at the last instant to pull
away and not arouse my anger further by blocking my access to her ass. 
After ten strikes, I rested, my hands warm and tingling; my teachers
beautiful ass a hodgepodge of pink and white.  Her sobs loud in the
Expedition.  Her husband barely able to keep in one lane, his eyes
constantly flicking into the rear view mirror to check out the action. 
"Keep us on the road please, Edwin." He started guiltily and then stared
blandly forward.

   For my part, I grabbed Cindy's buttocks and played with them, kneading
and pushing and pulling them open until I could see her round little brown
butthole and her dark pink slit.  I leaned forward and buried my face in
her smells hearing her sharp gasp of surprise.  And oh, she smelled like a
woman that morning.  A woman who had taken a nervous dump before her
tormentor arrived.  Her butthole had a sharp, tangy odor clinging to it. 
So I retreated, inspecting it from afar.  It looked clean enough.  With one
hand separating each cheek I ordered my pretty little teacher to sing a
particular song while I manipulated her ass so that her butthole would
appear to be doing the singing.  My little teacher stopped her sobbing and
started to sing in a small choking voice.

   "Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, Ninety-nine bottles of beer,
If one of those bottles should happen to fall Ninety-eight bottles of beer
on the wall."

   "Next verse," I ordered breezily.  And I only made her go down to
"ninety bottles of beer on the wall" while I watched the show her brown
winking asshole provided with it's lip-synching ability.  And I know my
teacher was badly embarrassed to be singing next to her husband while a
fifteen year old held her ass in both hands while pretending her nether
hole was singing to him.  After I allowed her to stop I wetted my left
index finger in my mouth and slowly buried it in my Teacher's backside. 
She groaned in discomfort and I burrowed in.  It was warm and gripping up
there.  I moved my finger around in it's tight confines and I was rewarded
with additional groans from my little Cindy.  Edwin's face was once more
buried in the rear view mirror.  So I pulled my stinkfinger out of Cindy
and regarded it.  No obvious shit on it, but it seemed different than it
was when it went in.  And it reeked.  I pushed Cindy's ass away from me.

   "Get in the front seat now, Cindy.  I'll hand you your coffee." After
she clambered over the seat into the front of the vehicle and turned to
face me suspiciously, I uncapped her coffee and stirred it for her.  Using
my left index finger.  And she knew.  She knew as I handed her the coffee
where that particular digit had been.  As I watched with my most expectant
face she slowly raised the cup to her lips and took a nice sip.  A bit of a
grimace on her face.  But quietly and without protest.  As it should be.

   "Okay.  Let's get back on schedule.  Cindy, I believe I told you to get
Edwin's boots and pants off him.  So do that.  Then take your pants and
those silly panties all the way off.  Edwin, for God's sake keep between
the lines."

   "Okay, Damien," my guidance counselor answered dutifully as his pretty
little wife ducked down to remove his hiking boots.  I heard them hit the
floorboards as she tossed them to her side of the large luxury vehicle. 
Then undoing the belt, snap and zipper of his trousers she laboriously
dragged them down his pale flaccid legs.  Edwin assisted her as best he
could, raising his large ass off the seat.  Finally, my guidance Counselor
sat there in his flannel shirt and white underpants, his stubby penis
jutting straight up in excitement.  Trying to drive as though he wasn't
half naked.  My pretty little teacher ill at ease in the front seat her
bottom half naked.

   At my suggestion, Cindy loaded a pipeful of the remnants of their
precious marijuana and we sparked it up.  We cracked the windows open so as
not to choke on the thick, sweet smoke.  And slowly we got buzzed on
caffeine, sugar and dope as we headed up the highway.  I sat in an
increasingly comfortable silence until my educators interrupted my
thoughts.

   Where are we going, Damien?  Will you tell us?" Edwin Van Horn asked in
a nicely submissive voice.  Hoping not to piss me off.  I decided to tell
them enough to worry them.  Anticipation is such a wonderful tool.

   "Edwin, Cindy, we're going to Groper State Park up on Lake Huron.  I was
there once as a kid with a family I stayed with.  Wonderful place, I'll
never forget it.  Especially after today." I waited for their response.  It
wasn't long in coming.  My pretty little teacher turned and searched my
face as she spoke.

   "What are you going to make us do, Damien?  That's what we're worried
about.  We don't want to get into trouble and we're afraid we'll get
caught. Arrested or something.  Get fired from the school.  Understand? 
That's why we're asking, honey..." The first time she had ever called me
anything but "Damien".  Kinda cool.  Almost motherly.  Except for the
nervousness in her voice.  But that was nice too.  And I was rather glad my
short-lived puppy love had worn off.  It made today easier.

   "Okay, my two lovely educators.  I'll tell you more about what's going
on today, although I hate to let the cat out of the bag.  Groper State Park
has a nice trail system.  There's one trail that I remember--it's about
four miles long and runs partly along Lake Huron and a few feeder rivers.
It's perfect for me and Cindy to walk on and play a few games every now and
then."

   My Guidance Counselor, worriedly, "What about me Damien?  I wait in the
car?" His eyes regarded me in the rear view mirror.

   I grinned.  "You wish.  No, Edwin, you'll be walking with us.  Except
that you'll be off the trail and in the woods a little bit.  The better to
hide the fact that you'll be naked except for your underpants and your
shoes.

   Edwin and Cindy did a nice theatrical gasp for me.  Edwin turned three
shades of red before he finally croaked, "Damien...  do I have to do
this... can't we just do something else?"

   "No we can't," I answered, "because this feels so right.  Edwin in the
woods.  Me and Cindy on the trail.  We meet up every so often and visit
some type of perversion on one of you.  Hopefully, Edwin doesn't get
spotted and blow the whole deal.  We might end up having to leave him and
pick him up somewhere besides the parking lot.  Think about it.  The drama,
the action, the sex.  This little scheme has it all.  And you want to
change it?  Shame on you, Edwin Van Horn."

   I watched their dubious faces as they exchanged sympathetic glances with
each other.  Time for the coup de grace, although I didn't know how to put
that accent thingy over "coup".  I opened my brown paper bag and removed
their Sony mini-cam.  A videocamera I had ignored even though I knew they
owned one.  "We'll be filming parts of today's activities so you guys can
relive your finest hours later.  If for some reason this little outing
should fail, I would retain the videotape.  I hope you understand."

   I rolled tape.  I had Cindy pack another pipe and light it up.  Pass it
around.  I filmed Edwin in his underwear driving.  With a stubby hard-on.
Smoking marijuana.  Then I turned on Cindy and made her spread her legs and
play with herself for posterity.  I handed her the vibrator and filmed her
masturbating in the front seat until she made slight grunts in orgasm.  I
also made her bury fingers in her gash and then suck on them for the
camera. I thought she would whine or cry but she didn't.  She had quite a
grimace on her face and I believe I saw her gag.  Oh, it was really cool,
and my own cock was turgid in my pants.

   In another forty-five minutes, we rolled off the freeway and headed east
towards the park which was nestled on the sandy shores of Lake Huron, one
of the Great Lakes.  It covered almost 2000 acres with over two miles of
shoreline.  Since we didn't have an annual sticker on the windshield, we
pulled over short of the entrance and I allowed my captives to dress
themselves.  Then we rolled up to the entrance and paid our four bucks to
get in.  It was almost nine in the morning and the sun was shining to beat
the band.  The air still had a chill in it though.  I had Edwin drive us
around the park and parking areas for awhile to give me an idea of how the
place was laid out.  While I was formulating my final plans and letting the
world warm up, my pretty little teacher told us she had to go "potty".

   "Pull over to the shoulder, Edwin.  Cindy has to take a piss," I
ordered. Edwin pulled over to the gravel shoulder of the road and waited
like a good chauffeur.  Cindy turned red.  "No, take me to the bathroom. 
There was one in that parking area awhile back.  I'll go there," she said
unsteadily.  I watched the slight glassy redness of her eyes.  She was
stoned from smoking dope.  And I knew she would do what I told her to do.

   "Edwin, do you think I'm going to let your wife go and use the bathroom?
I asked.

   "No, but I wish you would do something.  I have to use...  I mean, you
know...  it's the time of the morning when I usually go," Edwin finished
weakly.

   "Of course, how insensitive of me," I remarked in my own inimitably
smartass way.  "Turn into the next parking area."

   A few more minutes and we pulled into "Lakeview Trail South Parking."
The parking lot was buried a hundred yards off in the woods.  It was a
nicely paved affair with room for about 100 cars.  It currently held about
six including ours.  Up a short trail I could see the building which held
the bathrooms and trail information exhibits.  A sixty foot swath of grass
separated the paved parking area from the treeline of the surrounding
woods. Perfect.  No one was moving around; presumably they had already hit
the trail.  I had Edwin pull in fairly close to the rest of the vehicles.
The air in the vehicle was charged with electricity as we pulled in and
parked.  I glanced at their faces; each held a nice healthy dose of
tension. The sky overhead was clear; the sunlight was dappled in these
woods as it slowly warmed up.

   "Turn the engine off and hand me the keys, Edwin," I murmured from the
backseat.  Edwin complied in his slow and cumbersome way.  He turned and
handed me the keys.  Both he and my pretty little teacher were turned in
their seats watching me.  I took the keys and pocketed them solemnly.  Then
I told Edwin to strip down to boots and underwear.  I could see the stress
on his face and he considered balking.

   "Open your door, Edwin," I commanded as I jumped out the backseat and
worked my way around to the driver's side door.  As I approached Edwin
opened his door to me.  I stood in the doorway and regarded Edwin's chubby,
scared face.  "C'mon Edwin, it's time to perform." And finally, my Guidance
counselor started to slowly remove his boots, socks, shirt, and finally his
pants.  He hurriedly ducked low to replace his boots.  His wife's face was
expressionless as she watched.  When Edwin Van Horn finally sat there in
his underwear and boots I gave him his marching orders.

   "Eddie, you are going to take a shit.  Right where we can see you. 
Cindy will be your lookout and will run some napkins out to you when you're
ready for them.  When you're finished Cindy and I will take the trail
around the park.  You'll be paralleling us off the beaten path, Edwin. 
Understand?" Edwin gulped and nodded.  "Cindy, for right now I need you to
take your stretch pants off.  You'll start the festivities for all of us by
racing out into "no man's land" out there and taking your piss.  Here's a
napkin." I handed her a Krispy Kreme napkin and she took it dumbly, her
eyes wide with fear now that the onus was on her.  She slowly peeled the
black lycra bicycle pants down her flawless legs and over her small Nikes,
glancing fearfully around as she did.  My cock surged again in my pants. 
Her light blond pussy hair was starting to grow in and it was nice--I liked
the definition.  I walked around the front of the vehicle and opened her
passenger-front door.  She cowered inside, small and insignificant, and I
strongly considered just climbing onto her and fucking her right then and
there.  But I finally backed away and waited for her to spring into action.
She peered around the parking lot like a frightened jackrabbit for almost a
minute.  Then all of a sudden, she bounded gracefully out of the vehicle
past me and skittered into the middle of the grass.  The sun fell fully
upon my pretty little teacher as she squatted low; her eyes closed and her
napkin clasped tightly in her hand.  For about twenty seconds nothing
happened and even I was nervously looking around and back again when
suddenly her floodgates opened and a heavy stream of urine struck the
ground under my pretty little teacher.  She pissed long and hard, knocking
loose blades of dead grass and small pebbles out the way.  Grunting
continuously until her flow trickled off.  My teacher was already wiping
her pussy as she arose and by the time she was standing straight up, she
had let go of the napkin and was sprinting back to the safety of the
Expedition.  Edwin and I watched open-mouthed.  She clambered in and shut
her door loudly, gasping, crying and laughing with relief at the same time.
She hugged Edwin tightly and I felt that irritating twinge of jealousy
again.  Finally, she let go and they regarded me.

   "Tough act to follow, Edwin, but do your best.  You're up.  Go," I
advised him.  And I swear this out-of-shape little guy actually squared his
shoulders and buried his chins in his chest.  He looked almost casually
around, and then bounced out of the vehicle and lumbered over into the
short grass.  He took a squat.  Almost the instant we could see his
asshole, we could tell he was taking a shit.  His asshole widened and a log
was falling from Edwin to earth.  I slid up into the Expedition with Cindy
as we watched.  Her eyes were locked on her husband's performance out on
the grass.  She barely noticed my left hand when I slid two fingers in
between her legs.  And into her warm cunt.  Then she moaned and slid her
hips forward a bit to accommodate me.

   And while Edwin groaned and shit in the short grass, I fingered my
pretty little teacher, sucking my fingers and driving them back deeper into
her.  Her with a nice buzz from our little smoke.  Until I noticed Edwin
waving frantically with one hand in our direction.

   "Time to wipe, Mrs.  Van Horn.  Run him out some napkins, " I ordered
placing several in her hands.  She opened that big car door and flitted out
nimbly, her spectacular ass still slightly mottled from my earlier abuse.
She no sooner placed those napkins in hubby's hands than she was running
back to the safety of the vehicle.  I watched Edwin wipe himself and
discard the napkins on the grass before he stood heavily and pounded back
to our ride.  He tore the door open and slipped inside, gasping with
exertion and an adrenaline rush.  I couldn't waste any no further time.  I
unzipped my jeans and fished my rampant penis out of my underpants.  My
cock stuck straight up my belly.  I had Edwin's attention.

   "Cindy, lay down on the bench seat with your legs towards me," I urged
insistently.  As Cindy turned and lay passively down on the bench seat she
spread her legs to me like a good little teacher.  I grabbed her legs and
pulled her towards me.  Her head slid off Edwin's meaty thigh and bounced
lightly on the leather seating.  "You're going to be leaking when we walk
the trail," I warned her almost good-naturedly.  With that I rubbed my
jeans-clad groin down against her until I knew the lay of the land.  I
advanced the tiniest bit into her wet vagina and then bull-rushed forward.
Cindy gasped, if not at my length, than at my zipper pounding at the lips
of her pussy.

   "Edwin, if you want to come, you can beat off onto her forehead and into
her hair if you want," I grunted.  And my stubby Guidance Counselor didn't
waste any time considering what a poor alternative to coitus he had been
granted.  Instead, He swiveled around and got up on his knees on the seat
and maneuvered until his cock dangled over his pretty little wife's face
and he commenced to stroking himself.

   For my part, I was far too excited to provide the five or ten minutes of
hard fucking that the movies had taught me to accept as the standard.  It
was really odd to be fucking a woman, naked from the waist down, who was
wearing dainty little tennis socks and tiny Nike shoes.  Highly unusual,
something you just don't see.  I was practically beating off inside of
Cindy anyway.  She was pretty well pinned down on the seat by her husband
and I and I knew she was receiving sensations, but nothing that would send
her to orgasm.  But she was warm and inviting and in no time I started
squirting inside her.  I believe that she knew when I voided into her
because her eyes, which had been closed against the threat of Edwin
shooting into her face, opened and focused thoughtfully on me in the
moments of vulnerability when I was cumming.  And I laid a nice white trail
in her for others to follow.

   I couldn't slump over onto her and rest a few minutes because Edwin was
beating himself furiously and I didn't want to get caught in the line of
fire.  So I rested on my arms, buried in my teacher-love, while we waited
for her chubby little husband.  We didn't wait long.  He grunted and a robe
of his nacreous sperm landed on her beautiful blonde bangs.  His second,
third and fourth shots landed farther back on her head and he rubbed
himself back and forth in her short hair to complete his come.

   "Work it in, Edwin," I ordered, and he immediately lent his right index
finger to the task of transferring his goo from his wife's forehead back
into her hair, taking his time and gently and evenly working the spend onto
her.  Cindy's eyes were closed.  She was resting, waiting for me to abandon
her crotch so she could tend to herself.  Probably wondering how she had
gotten into this mess.  I reached the dashboard and grabbed a napkin and
placed it into her left hand.  Then I backed out of her and watched her
left hand snake unerringly to her crotch to blot up my spunk as it tried to
escape her.  I put my wet wrinkled warrior back into his cage and zipped
him up.  Edwin backed off and Cynthia Van Horn, educator and good wife, sat
up in the front seat, her hair slightly wet with semen and a napkin between
her exquisite legs.  She seemed slightly embarrassed for some reason.

   I hopped out of the passenger side and re-entered the backseat.  My two
educators regarded me silently.  The interior of the vehicle smelled like
sex.  It was cool.

   "Cynthia, put your shorts back on.  You'll still leak a little, but
that's okay.  Edwin, I'm going to check out that trail info thing up at the
bathrooms.  You guys smoke a bowl; when I get back we get started. 
Understand?" He nodded, his demeanor seemed very accepting and I was
grateful for that.  I got out and walked slowly up the slight hill to the
bathroom building.  It seemed warm enough out here in the sun to get my
plan going and I was ready although having fucked once already, the edge
was off and I could effect my plans more leisurely now.  The posted trails
map on the wall didn't add much to my wealth of knowledge.  It simply
related that I had my choice of three trails, the longest of which was the
Lakeview Trail we were parked at.  The trail was five miles long and ran
through the woods and for a time, within several hundred feet of a cooling
Lake Huron.  The trail was a loop that "started" for want of a better term,
here at the parking lot.  I went inside the men's bathroom just to look
around, then returned to my lovely victims.  Twenty feet from the vehicle I
caught the burnt tang of marijuana.  These two really could smoke weed.  I
hopped back into the backseat.  The vehicle smelled like Woodstock and my
educators seemed be very relaxed and mellow.

   "Cindy, you ready to go?" I asked.

   She blushed and nodded.  "This is so embarrassing," my Cindy whispered.

   "But it makes you kind of hot, don't it?" I pressed eagerly.  She hung
her head and nodded almost imperceptibly.

   "Edwin?  Your time to shine you know..."

   "I'm ready," he said quietly looking out towards the trail.

   "Good.  You're first out.  We'll meet you at the start of the trail. 
Go."

   And our stout Guidance Counselor took one more glance around the parking
lot.  Then he began to pant heavily, psyching himself up for the run.  The
driver's door shot open and Edwin ambled heavily out, his white underwear
shining crazily in the November sunshine as he crashed heavily into the
woods.  I jumped out of the car and grabbed my knapsack then opened Cindy's
door and held my hand out for her.  She looked at me quizzically for a
second then took my hand.  I helped out of the vehicle.  She stood stonily
blinking in the warm sun, the white-muscled expanse of her abdomen gleaming
in the light.  Her magnificent breasts, those two in a million breasts, so
huge on such a small frame; those breasts that had only been whipped once
in her life; they hugged her frame under that sports top like only two
grapefruits could.  Her slim hips also clad in black spandex; her perfect
heart-shaped ass, whose depths I had penetrated gratefully, hung off her as
the perfect back porch.  I nodded approval almost involuntarily and she
caught me.  She gave the embarrassed little shrug of a little wife who
knows she's built but can't help it.  But hell, for my part, I told myself,
I looked pretty hot for a fifteen year old boy.  I had a nice cock, slim
hips, and nice abs too.  Cindy had told me herself (after I dragged it out
of her) that I was "young and tight".  So we made a nice pair.  Like a boy
and his young Aunt or something, I told myself.  I nodded towards the start
of the trail and we walked quietly away from the Expedition and towards the
rest of the Final Exam.

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Chapter Two: I didn't know Sasquatches wore Fruit of the Loom Underwear
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   And so my "Aunt", my teacher, my puppy-love, my three orificed
cum-whore, the tender target of my angers, and I walked down the trail and
through the woods.  Off on the start of our four mile journey.  Since no
one was around I held out my hand and Cindy, after looking around shyly,
took it.  We strolled easily down the eight foot wide paved path, glancing
off casually as we walked into the woods.  And the forest was strangely
silent empty of birdsong here in late November; the leaves carpeting the
ground the trees naked black giants.  And a portly man in his underwear
trying to sneak through them.  Crunching every other twig under his booted
feet; his pale skin gleaming in our peripheral vision.

   Within minutes, we heard an additional sound.  A couple of people coming
towards us.  We dropped the hand holding thing and advanced.  The other
couple, in their mid-thirties, passed us heading back towards the parking
lot.  They broke off their conversation to say hello to us.  The woman's
eyes passed over my adolescent form appraisingly before moving on to my
pretty little teacher.  I watched her grip on her husband's hand tighten in
dismay as she saw my teacher's clinging lycra-spandex clothes, so
inappropriate around such an impressionable child as I.  And the husband's
eyes had alit upon Cindy's wonderful chest and did not leave it until he
felt his wife's hand tighten on his.  And I drank in the woman's
disapproval and the man's jealousy.  My pretty little teacher seemed to
shrink into herself.  We strode away from them and my teacher finally broke
the silence.

   "That was horrible.  I feel like a whore.  Did you see how they looked
at me?" My sad little Cindy.

   "Yeah.  It was wild.  That guy really wanted you.  And that lady looked
like she wanted to kill you."

   "She knew.  She knows what's going on here.  I could see it in her eyes.
She wanted to say something to me, I just know it."

   "She just thinks you're a slut.  That's how you feel anyway, right?  So
what's the difference?", I said carelessly.  I stopped Cindy on the path
and held her tightly.  My hands crept around behind her to grasp her ass. I
pulled her into my groin and rubbed myself on her.  "It makes you feel
slutty right?  Walking around here with extremely tight clothes and your
abdomen showing?  With a fifteen year old?  Makes you kind of tingly when
you're singled out for humiliation like that woman gave you?" Cindy blushed
and looked away.

   "A little," she finally admitted.  "It's...different....I've always had
a bit of an exhibitionist streak I guess.  And the humiliation thing--which
you certainly bring with you--makes it kind of hot too...  When that woman
stared at me, I felt like my body temperature went up about twenty degrees.
Like she was roasting me with her eyes.  Even when they were coming at us
my vagina was getting so wet I thought they would smell me.  It made me
hot."

   I let her go, my mind swimming.  It was getting time that I shot another
load, so when I saw a small sidepath off to the left of the trail, I pulled
my Cindy down it and into the forest primeval.  We could hear the awkward
movement of our albino Sasquatch in the woods as he approached.  Sweat
gleamed on his pale white skin.  His gut hung out hugely probably because
he was too tired to make any effort to hold it in.  Edwin's eyes were
bright with excitement and exertion.  He came to rest in our clearing and
tripoded his hands on his knees and breathed heavily for a minute before he
spoke.  We waited, interested in this pudgy man with a boner in his
underpants..

   "Those people almost caught me," he gasped.  "They stopped and were
looking in the woods where I was hiding.  They heard me.  If that guy had
walked twenty feet in he'd have spotted me.  I was hiding behind the only
big tree around.  These white underpants really stick out," he finished
breathlessly.  He looked around the small clearing and then at us.  "What
are we doing here?  I need a break anyway.  My heart's going a mile a
minute."

   "We'll rest here for a couple of minutes then for you Ed," I said
amiably.  There was a blown-over tree on one side of the small clearing and
I made my way over to it and set my backpack down.  Cindy stood uncertainly
watching both her husband and I.  When I judged Edwin wasn't going to fall
over with a massive myocardial infarction, I cleared my throat.  My
educators looked over at me.

   "Cynthia, Edwin.  We've stepped off the beaten path for a few minutes to
put you through your paces so to speak.  In this instance, Ed, I recall
that your little lady has never seen you perform fellatio on me.  I know we
told you about it Cindy but you've never seen it live.  So, Edwin, if
you'll step this way you can drop to your knees and get started.  Don't
forget, I've been in your wife, so if I smell funny it's her fault." Edwin
stood stock still, not looking at either of us.  Cindy looked worriedly
between the two of us.

   "Cindy, do you have any problems or concerns about Edwin if he gives me
some head?  Would you have a major problem dealing with that?", I asked. 
Edwin's head came up like a horse's as he regarded his wife.  Cindy looked
worriedly over at him.  "No, Damien, I've told you.  I love my husband and
nothing will change that.  If that's what has to happen to pass the test
then whatever." Edwin looked like he needed some more encouragement before
he subjugated himself to a fifteen year old boy in front of his wife.  I
reached into the backpack and pulled out the videocamera and motioned Cindy
over to me.  I handed the videocamera to the pretty little teacher and
waved her back.

   "Edwin, our little scene will be videotaped.  Pretty cool, huh?  Cindy,
start rolling tape." When I saw the light go on and the camera turn in my
direction, I set the scene.

   "We're here at the Groper State Park on the Lakeview Trail.  Edwin,
Cindy and I have gotten off the beaten path for awhile so that Edwin can
bury his face in my groin for a few minutes.  At my request.  Let the
record show that Edwin is neither homosexual or bisexual by nature and that
his compliance here today is made necessary by other considerations. 
Having said that, it is my hope that his sucking me in front of his wife
will awaken something inside him and that this video will become even more
entertaining.  Without further ado, Cindy, if you'll swing the camera to
Ed--that's it--okay.  By the way, Edwin has been walking in the woods in
his underwear.  Quite the thrill for him.  Edwin, at this point, I want you
to approach me and suck my cock in front of your wife.  Will you do that?"

   Edwin stared at the camera and over at me with a dazed look on his face.
Finally, he muttered, "Yes, Damien."

   "Come here, Edwin."

   Cindy swung the camera as her husband shambled over towards me.  When we
stood about two feet apart, I lowered my shorts and underwear to the ground
in one fell swoop and stepped out of them.  My cock raged in the cool air
and danced in four/fifths time to the beating of my heart.  In my
peripheral vision I could see Cindy move in closer to the action.  I backed
up a bit and seated myself along the length of the fallen log.  The bark
was rough and I had to sit down carefully.  My cock jutted up stiffly and I
used my cock muscles to wave it obscenely for the benefit of the camera.  I
was ready and I waved Edwin down from his slump-shouldered standing
position.  Standing in his underwear and boots, my stout Guidance Counselor
kind of just dropped to his knees.  With what could be construed as either
a hysterical short laugh or a sharp cry of anguish he grasped my cock with
his right hand and lowered his mouth down upon it.  I felt his warm, wet
bearded mouth envelope and hold me for a minute.  It was quite luxurious in
there.  Then Edwin started to suck and move his face up and down my shaft.
It was a toothy ride from an amateur.  Not his best work.  Not like the
time I kicked his ass and made him blow me in the garage.  Or the time in
his basement when he was filling in for his absent wife.  But I was too
excited to care enough to tell him to ease up on the teeth.  And Cindy
jockeying around with the camera trying to catch every angle of this event
didn't help my stamina anyway.  So I sat there and let Edwin fellate me in
front of his wife.  After a few minutes, I made him pay long licking
attention to my balls and scrotum.  Cindy practically burrowed the camera
into us to film her husband as I made him lift and tongue the underside of
my balls.  That's such an exquisite feeling.  While he performed those
ablutions on my body I began to stroke my cock until I felt the sap rise
close to the surface.

   "I'm going to come now, Edwin.  I know that the "money shot" makes for
good theater in the porno industry, but I'm going to empty myself into you.
You may swallow at will, sir." Stroking myself to the release point, I
grabbed Edwin's blocky head and forced myself into this mouth.  I felt his
teeth lock in a grim rictus of denial as I mashed myself into his gullet.
And I pumped my semen into him, feeling him shudder.  But he didn't gag and
his mouth loosened and went soft and warm around me as I spasmed further
inside his mouth.  I had a hand cupping his throat to hold him in place and
I felt his Adam's apple bob several times as he swallowed to get the taste
of Damien North out of his mouth.  When I was finally done, I released my
hold on his head and he backed up onto his haunches.

   "Good job, Edwin," I said, impressed by his performance.  He nodded
glumly.  "C'mon, Ed.  Don't be a gloomy Gus.  When this day's over you're
going home with Cindy, and all I'll have is memories.  Don't fret over a
little blowjob between friends.  Tell you what--since I see you still got a
raging hard-on, Cindy will take care of that for you."

   I walked over to Cindy, who was still filming us and took the camera
from her.  I trained it on her face and chest and reached my left hand out
to partially lift and stroke one of the captive mammaries on her chest. 
"What do you say, Cindy?  You're man needs a little pick-me-up.  So if
you'll just lay down on the ground here, Edwin will straddle your head and
'fuck your face' if you don't mind me being so vulgar.  You'll swallow his
seed won't you?  To make him feel better?  You would do that for him
wouldn't you?" My Cindy looked positively stricken.  She stared directly
into the camera's eye like it was a live cobra that was going to bite her.
She flinched when I rolled my thumb over her clothed nipple.  I could tell
the humiliation thing was working pretty well.  Capturing her shame on
video only made it better.  Mrs.  Cynthia Van Horn remained speechless,
humiliated but hot.

   "If you can't answer then just go do it," I ordered her softly.  She
turned and walked to Edwin, then laid down gently on the dry leaves and
grasses of the clearing.  "Edwin, strip." Edwin pulled the underpants off
and kicked them off.  He was standing naked in his boots, his smaller cock
pointing straight out in front of him.  He went to the feet of my pretty
little teacher and then walked himself up her form until he was straddling
her neck and face.  Then he lowered himself slowly to his knees.  His knees
were just above her shoulders as he planted them into the ground.  His gut
tended to obscure my filming so I dropped to a sitting position next to
Cindy's right side.  Edwin's penis rested against his wife's lips.  "Rub
your cock on her lips, Ed" And he began to rub himself against his wife's
beautiful face.  And I caught it on film.  "Okay, Teacher.  I need you to
start sucking your husband.  When he comes, you can swallow his goo.  Go."
Cindy's mouth popped open and Edwin inserted himself in there.  Her mouth
closed against him and the cocksucking began in earnest.  I filmed it idly,
my cock relaxed in my lap; the cool ground chilling my ass.  On
inspiration, I reached down to Cindy's crotch and rubbed; her pelvis rose
hard to meet my hand.  I gave her crotch a nice massage for awhile while I
filmed.  When I became bored and slightly irritated by Ed's inability to
finish, I took charge as a good Director should.

   "Cindy, moisten a finger and work it up Ed's ass." Her hand disappeared
behind Ed's heaving bulk, towards her face, and then catching a break in
Ed's rhymic assault on her mouth, the hand reappeared.  She worked her
right index finger between Edwin's hairy ass and having found a proper
place, pushed slightly.  Edwin's ass moved forward to lessen the discomfort
of the intruder.  I slid out from Cindy's side for the next direction. 
"Put that finger back in your mouth, Mrs.  Van Horn.  Make it more wet."
Cindy pulled her finger out of her husband and I filmed the dirty digit
entering her mouth.  Edwin rested panting above her face.  Cindy's eyes
were tightly closed as she wet her finger.  I followed that finger as it
reinserted itself in Edwin Van Horn's backside as he began stroking into
her mouth again.  His ass moved a jackhammer as he fucked is wife's face--I
wouldn't have been surprised if he bruised her lips.  He was that insistent
on coming.  Poor middle-aged guy couldn't rise to the occasion again as
fast a boy like me could.  I gave him another thirty seconds and then, "Wet
two fingers, Mrs.  Van Horn.  Put both into him and push for all you're
worth." Cindy pulled her finger out of her husband's ass and stuck her
dirty index finger and her "fuck finger" into her mouth.  Her index finger
didn't have any shit on it or anything, but I know it fairly reeked from
having spent time up in him.  She wet the two fingers and reached around
between his cheeks.  This time both fingers went in and she pushed hard. 
Edwin got his cock back in her mouth and began grunting heavily and fucking
her mouth like a madman.  Within a minute I made our little Cindy rewet
those two fingers and reinsert them in her husband.  Only then did the
pitch of his grunting change radically and I had the camera on Cindy's face
when her eyes flew open in shock as her husband jettisoned his load in her
mouth.  Never one to love the taste of semen, she gave out a huge gagging
sound and for awhile I thought she was going to throw up.  She put a
restraining hand on Ed's large abdomen to stop him from moving in and out
of her mouth while she worked to swallow his vile offering.  Tears welled
up in her eyes from the taste I imagine.  Finally, Edwin moved off her face
and lay on his side on the cool autumnal ground panting like the
middle-aged out of shape white male he was.  Cindy sat up shakily and
brushed some organic matter, leaves and twigs and stuff, out of her short
blond hair.  Her face was red with her recent exertions.  I was impressed.

   "That was really something, Mrs.  Van Horn," I said with the camera
rolling.

   "Yes, it was really something.  I did it.  I did it all.  And don't call
me 'Mrs.  Van Horn'.  We've talked about that." My Cindy seemed to be
gaining strength.  "I got to go potty.  I imagine you have something in
mind for me?  And turn that camera off."

   "Yeah," I answered, shutting the videocamera down.  "You will piss
directly on the main path only when other people are in imminent approach.
Edwin you ready to get back in the woods?"

   Edwin nodded and rose slowly to his feet.  He put his underwear back on.
I recovered my shorts and underwear and put them on.  It sure had been a
thrill to be naked in the woods.  With a nod, I sent Edwin back into the
forest while Cindy and I walked hand in hand back to the main trail. 
Within five minutes, I heard voices far off up the trail.

   "Time to pee, Cindy.  Right here," I pointed to the ground under her. 
Cindy's face looked tense and scared.  She wasn't moving.  The voices came
closer.  "Time's wasting, Cindy.  You need to get your pants off, squat
down and pee and still have time to get your pants back on before those
people come.  You better hurry," I advised looking up the asphalt trail. 
My pretty little teacher, who had just taken fingers fresh from an ass and
put them in her mouth several times, was frozen.  Couldn't do it.

   "They'll know.  They'll know what I did," she gasped in fright.  I
reached in my knapsack and pulled out an empty bottle of Mountain Dew that
I had been carrying around forever.

   "I'll hold this.  They will assume I just poured it out on the trail. 
They will assume that before they will really believe that a full-grown
woman just urinated on their walking path."

   "I can't...  I can't," my little Cindy quailed.  She danced a jig in
distress until an old couple appeared.  We waited in uncomfortable silence
as they approached.  Again, I could see that the woman did not approve of
this slinky little teacher with the big titties prancing around in spandex
with a boy young enough to be her child.  My Cindy shrunk under the
scrutiny.  The passed curt hellos with us as they passed and we could hear
them talking in very low tones as they receded from view.  When they were
about sixty feet away, I ordered Cindy to squat down and piss in the middle
of the trail.

   "What about my pants?  I'll have to take them off," she said
plaintively, afraid of my anger.

   "Then do it," I said frostily.  She looked watery-eyed as she tucked her
fingers into the tight waistband of her shorts and tugged them quickly down
her slim legs.  She had to stand on her shorts to force them over her
shoes; then she kicked her shorts a few feet away.  Peering fearfully over
her shoulder at the retreating old couple, she squatted down in front of
me. I knelt down on one knee close to her.  Her stream started almost
immediately and I put the tips of my fingers in her warm urine as it
showered out of her.  Cindy watched me hand play and she knew what was
coming.  As her flow trickled off, she remained squatted as I played with
her wet pussy.  With my left hand I fumbled around with my knapsack until I
was able to pull the vibrator out.  Switching it on, I handed it to Cindy,
who applied it to her clitoris.  She watched me.  She watched me strip fish
my cock out of the top of my shorts with one hand and then stroke it with
the piss-wet hand I had held in her urine.  I wet my cock down with her pee
and then I pushed my fingers at her face.  Cindy gave a despairing whine
and opened her mouth.  I fed my pissy fingers in there and felt her suck on
them.  Before the activity got me too hard, I stood up.  My cock was above
my pretty little teacher's head as she squatted with that vibrator
thrumming against her pussy.  I inched forward and dropped my knees a bit
until my cock was in her face.  My teacher's eyes closed hopelessly and she
took me in.

   Her mouth was warm and wet and I knew she would be able to taste her own
urine on my cock.  We waited.  With my cock nestled in her mouth, we
waited. And I think she knew this was a big test because she didn't move a
muscle as the first drops of my urine dripped onto her tongue.  She did
make a low keening sound, but she didn't move.  When I really let my hot
piss flow into her mouth, she began gagging and making choking sounds and I
watched tears flow from the corners of her eyes.  But her mouth didn't let
loose of my cock and I was in full stream.  Her throat worked and worked to
empty her mouth of my hot piss and her horrid little sounds continued until
I was sure she would spit me out and vomit right there on the trail.  Until
I looked down past her mouth and my cock and saw how lightly and
infrequently she now plied that vibrator against herself.  And I realized
she was having aftershocks from an orgasm.  Now that's entertainment.  My
piss trickled off in her mouth and I could feel her tongue moving along the
underside of my penis.  It tickled greatly and I removed my wet cock from
her mouth.  Cindy panted through her mouth; her head hanging down.  We were
quiet for a moment.  And I saw Edwin standing in the woods about twenty
feet of us.  By the stunned look on his face, he knew exactly what his wife
had been able to accomplish.  I motioned him away and he lumbered away like
the world's clumsiest Indian but the sounds of his retreat did not reach
the ears of his little wife at my feet.  At last she arose after picking up
her spandex shorts.

   "I've done it, Damien.  I don't ever want to do it again.  And a
gentleman wouldn't talk about what just happened.  You want to be a
gentleman don't you?" my pretty little teacher avoided my eyes as she
spoke.

   "Okay," I acknowledged.  I knew when to make accommodations.  "I'll just
say I'm impressed and we'll let it go at that.  When you get your shorts
on, take your top off and we'll get going again."

   My little Cindy thrust one shoed foot after the other into the tight
black shorts, giving me an opportunity to see her round perfect ass pushed
in my direction.  I also noticed that the crotch of her shorts had a large
wet spot, probably from my spend leaking out of this little woman.  After
Cindy got her shorts on, she looked around for onlookers and pulled the
tight spandex top off, freeing her alabaster breasts.  Those white marvels,
so large on such a small frame, with such pancake-sized dusky pink nipples.
Absolutely born to breastfeed.  Those breasts hung free with just the
minimum degree of sag for her age.  And that sag was do more to the size of
those melons than anything else.  I couldn't wait to see her walk down the
trail with me.  Just to see those things swing.  I hoped I wouldn't trip
over my own feet while I watched.

   Traipse down the trail we did, my teacher and I; she unencumbered by her
shirt; her glorious white funbags swinging slightly as she walked.  She
walked knowing I was mesmerized by that marvelous rack and she stood just a
bit straighter and prouder than the woman who had just imbibed my piping
hot piss.  She was in her element now; the little teacher whose students
were in awe of her beauty.  And the best part was when other people were
sighted.  Watching Cindy hurriedly throw her shirt back on and act like it
had been there all along when we passed other people on the trail.  My
pretty little teacher's eyes shiny with the excitement and her face red
with the potential shame of having these nice citizens know she was
parading through the woods showing her chest to a fifteen year old boy
while that boy made her husband slink through the woods, paralleling our
path, clad in underpants and a pair of boots.  And the most memorable part,
when a bicyclist came whizzing down the path at us so quickly and quietly
that my little Cindy had no time to react and was caught flat-footed with
her knockers exposed to the cyclist's shocked gaze.  I reached over and
tweaked Cindy's nipples as the cyclist receded; they were firm and hard
with her excitement.

   Soon enough, the trail bent into a loop.  There was a large parking area
in view; apparently that was where a lot of these people had parked rather
than the south parking lot we had used.  I allowed Cindy to resume her
shirted ways.

   In that parking lot, I saw a vehicle which interested me greatly.  I
filed it away for future use.  We made the loop and started heading back.
On the way back I waited until I felt there was no one around and then I
stopped in the trail.  "Time for fun and games again, Teacher," I said
matter of factly.  My teacher did not protest.  She just looked around for
a clearing or place we could go.  Seeing none she knew we were going to do
something nasty right here.  I located Edwin in the woods and waved him
over.  He came stumbling out, his face red with exertion and a new emotion.
Fear.

   "They saw me.  They saw me, Damien!  We've got to leave here right now!"
My insistent Guidance Counselor.

   "Who saw you?"

   "That damn bicycle guy caught me.  I never heard him coming and I was
couldn't have been ten feet off the trail when he came by.  He stopped!  I
ran like crazy.  Then I saw him talking to two other people and they were
pointing through the trees at me like they could see me!  We got to get out
of here!  The games over!" My pudgy, bearded Guidance Counselor was most
insistent.

   "Don't worry, Edwin.  You think anyone's going to go searching through
these woods for you?  Don't worry.  These people will call Park Security
they'll send a golf cart or something down the trail.  But they won't
actually enter the woods to search for you.  Be at peace, my worried man."

   But he was inconsolable.  Until I physically shook him like a rag doll.
That got his attention and I was able to force him to calm down.  Such a
worry wart.

   "Edwin, you're ruining this little field trip for me with your bullshit.
You made me angry with your stupid little problems.  Now if this little
fieldtrip ends early I won't have time to get souvenirs.  Understand?"

   He looked at me over his glasses with his usual uncomprehending stare.
"Wha...What?"

   I put my hands on my hips and shook my finger at him.  "I said I'm upset
with you and I guess I'll have to get my souvenirs now instead of later. 
Goodness gracious, Edwin.  You've been more trouble than you're worth.  I
thought you were doing so well and then this has to happen.  Well, there's
nothing like a small whipping for education's sake.  Cindy, cut a switch
for me." My Cindy started nervously when she heard my words.  Then she
walked to a bushy-looking plant and started pulling on a likely looking
candidate.  After watching her for awhile, I strode over and pulled the
whip-like branch off for her.  I had her peel the leaves and side branches
off for me.  She handed me a fairly nice size whipping switch.  I turned on
Edwin, who regaled me with a shocked glance.  "Turn around and drop your
drawers, Ed," I stated.  He glanced at me and then at Cindy.  For a second,
I thought he would bolt into the woods and that I would have to drag him
down from behind.  I promised myself that if he did I would sodomize him in
front of his wife.  Again.  But finally, he turned away from us.  He pulled
his underpants off his booted feet and held them in his hand nervously as
he bent slightly over; his hairy cheeks presented for whipping.

   I pulled Cindy over and handed her the switch.  She didn't say anything
but she had an odd look in her eye.  Possibly remembering two different
occasions when her husband had whipped her at my behest.  She swished the
branch through the air experimentally; cutting the air with a whishing
sound.  It stung just to hear it.  I reached forward and stroked Ed's
nervous flanks.  He jumped when I touched him.

   "What do you say, Edwin?  Truth be told, you were going to get a
switching today anyway.  So how about fifty and we'll see where we stand?"
Edwin stared off into the forest; he nodded once and I could see him
swallow in fear.  "Okay, Ed.  Your wife is going to lay into you.  Going to
pay you back for the two times you put the lash to her ass.  It's just
business, Ed.  Oh, and by the way?  I'm betting you will have a raging
hard-on by the time she's through.  And you will be rewarded if you do. 
Okay, Cindy.  We're doing fifty good ones.  Make 'em count.  Make 'em hurt.
Go."

   And I watched as Edwin Van Horn's pretty little wife measured the
distance between herself and his white ass-cheeks.  Then practically
standing on her tip-toes she brought the switch whistling in from the side
onto his behind.  And Edwin gasped loudly and the air escaped him in a
rush. And she whipped him again from a different angle striking a different
place.  And Edwin almost screamed in pain.

   Cindy could whip.  Impressively.  And she laid into him, each strike
marring his hairy white ass with pink impact lines.  Forehand, backhand,
forehand.  Varying the strike times for best effect.  Her breasts jumping
inside the tight top she was wearing.  Putting her whole body weight behind
each strike.  The count climbed and my own ass itched just watching Edwin
take those strikes.  But he had quieted down, taking his whipping
stoically. Until the last five blows.  Where Cindy seemed to reinvent
herself, starting each with the branch glancing along the ground and then
curving up and brutally striking home, lifting Edwin's heavy buttocks and
causing him to gasp aloud.  Fifty strikes and Cindy discarded the switch,
breathing heavily.  Edwin kind of sobbing as he gasped for air, his hands
on his knees.  I walked in front of Edwin and reached down into his pubis
and felt his cock.

   "Rock hard, Ed.  Rock hard." He didn't say anything.  "Before you pull
your underwear up I'll give you a souvenir to carry for me." I waded a
short distance into the woods until I found what I was looking for.  A
short piece of branch, about ten inches in length and about two inches in
circumference.  Smoothed over the years, the piece of wood should do
nicely. I trotted back over to my two educators and fished around in my
bag. "Cindy, come here." Cynthia Van Horn walked dutifully over to me.  I
handed her the branch and the bottle of lubricant I had brought with me. 
She stared dumbly at it.  "Put my souvenir piece of wood into Edwin's ass
so he can carry it for me, please." She started at that and looked up at my
face for a moment.  Then she nodded to herself and walked over to Edwin,
who was facing away from her; still bent over; his underpants still knotted
in his hand.

   "Edwin, did you hear?  What he wants me to do?" Cindy asked her husband.


   "Yes," Edwin said slowly.

   "I'll be as gentle as I can, okay?" my teacher promised her spouse.

   "Okay," Edwin replied in a tight little voice, his big shaggy bearded
face turned away from us.  He bent still lower, tripoding himself with his
hands on his knees, presenting his slightly spread asscheeks to us.  Cindy
opened the bottle of lubricant and squeezed a dollop out onto her hand. 
She lubricated the stick, paying particular attention to the blunt tip of
the smooth wood.  Then she handed the lubricant to me and advanced on
Edwin. She used her left hand to pull his left asscheek away and expose his
large brown anus to the light of day.  Placing the tip of the branch at his
butthole, she slowly began to push wood into her husband.  His low groan
indicated the pressure he was feeling.  I watched as she pushed and I
believe the process was highly erotic for her.  Shoving a piece of wood up
her husband's ass at the direction of a fifteen year old boy.  She worked
that wood at the portal of Edwin's intestines for about a minute until with
a sudden gasp from Edwin, his ass opened and a few inches of nature slipped
into his intestine.  Cindy slowly advanced the invader into her husband's
bowel until it was buried with only four inches showing.

   "Edwin, how are you holding up?" I asked him.

   "I'm fine," he grunted.  All right then," I answered, "put your
underwear back on." With Cindy carefully holding the stick pressed up his
ass, Edwin slowly put one foot then the other into his underwear and pulled
them up.  The stick stuck out six inches from his ass and made it look like
he had a sharply truncated tail in his underwear.  The underwear helped
hold the stick up his ass.

   I walked to the edge of the trail again and began a search.  "Speaking
of souvenirs," I said, "I wanted a souvenir rock to take home.  Nothing
fancy, just something to remember this place by." I located a nondescript
smooth, jumbo egg-sized rock from the side of the trail I brushed a few
grains of sand off it.  "But I've got so much stuff in my knapsack I could
never carry this too.  What to do?" Cindy and Edwin stood patiently and
didn't volunteer an answer.

   "Cindy, be a dear and strip your shorts off for me while I lubricate
this rock will you?"

   Cindy's mouth dropped open and Edwin sputtered, "Damien, you can't... 
she's too small...  you'll hurt her!  Don't do that."

   "Nonsense, Edwin.  Our little Cindy had a beer bottle up her.  This
won't be much larger than that.  Besides, I fully intend to loosen her up
first.  Now do what I say, Cindy or your pussy won't be where this rock
will be going.  I hope you know what I mean."

   Cindy looked petrified as she stripped the spandex shorts off her slim
hips.  When she stood bottomless in front of me, I tossed the knapsack to
the ground and motioned her to sit on it.  She sat down daintily, her legs
pressed together as she face me.  After I frowned at her, she hastily
opened wide; her perfect pussy gaping slightly at me.  I dropped the rock
to the ground in front of her pussy and theatrically started to squirt
lubricant onto my right hand.  Edwin hovered over us like a worried mother,
afraid that I'd tear his wife's pussy apart.  Cindy's face was worried as I
pressed the first couple of fingers of my slimy hand at the lips of her
pussy.  I gave her clitoris a brush with my thumb and watched her jump in
reaction.  The first three fingers sloshed into her and played around
inside.  I felt her interior walls and pushed against them.  I felt the
stubby rubbery tube of her cervix planted on the ceiling of this tight pink
box.  I sent my little finger to join it's brothers in Cindy and began to
ease the middle of my hand into my teacher's snatch.  Cindy moaned as I
slowly twisted my four fingers inside her; the broad part of my hand
rubbing against the bones in her pubis now.  Squirting more lubricant onto
my right hand, I backed out and tucked my thumb under.

   "Please, Damien," Edwin said over my shoulder, helplessly.

   "Watch," I ordered him quietly as I slowly advanced into Cynthia Van
Horn's vagina.  First the four fingers.  Then the thumb tucked awkwardly
under the hand.  The meat of my hand caught hard against the bones on the
sides of Cindy's pussy.  Mounting pressure from my hand as I pushed harder
and harder into her.  My teacher moaned in humiliation and dismay.  And
finally my hand separated those bones and surged forward into her birth
canal up to the wrist.  Cindy give a loud bovine-like gasp.  I felt like a
gynecologist.  Except with a boner.  My hand trapped in her warm confines;
nowhere to go from here.  She felt every movement of my hand or my fingers.


   "Oh ye of little faith," I remarked to Edwin.  Then I gently fistfucked
his pretty little wife in front of him, both of us solemnly watching my
wrist as it ground softly against her pussy lips.  Both of us silently
watching the strain on her face gradually melt away.  She kept trying to
keep her eyes open to face us but locked them shut quickly every time she
noticed that one of us was watching her face for her reactions to this
outrage on her sacred womb.  Soon enough, I knew it was time to do her
again.

   "Coming out, Teacher," I announced as I slowly pulled my hand.  Her
pussy fought the same wide part of my hand for a few seconds before her
quim released my slimy victor.  Edwin and I stared mutely at my hand which
had been up his wife.  I fought the urge to drop my pants right there and
fuck her redly gaping pussy.  I brought the rock up in my right hand.  It
glistened with lubricant.  It was actually smaller in width than my fist
had been.  When it was up her I would still be able to get a finger or two
around it to pull it out.  So at least it wouldn't get trapped in her.  I
reached forward and held my teacher's pussy lips open with my left hand and
placed the rock against her genitalia.  Her pussy lips collapsed against
the invader and I had to carefully clear the path for the rock to advance.
Soon it lay against her inner lips and I began to push steadily, my pretty
little teacher's groans starting anew until with a surge, the rock slid
hard into my teacher filling up her pussy with stone.  Her pussy lips
remained slightly open--I could see how well the rock occupied her.  When
it was seated inside her I stopped pushing and her eyes flew open in
confusion.  She was obviously expecting a much tougher time carrying my
stone for me.  Time to perform a nasty act on her.  I rose to my feet and
pointed at Edwin.

   "You go back up against that tree.  Our lovely little lady will blow you
and you can come in her mouth." Edwin backed slowly up against a oak tree.
I watched the expression on his face change as he forced the stick a bit
further up his ass.  I imagine it was rubbing against his prostate gland.
When he was positioned, he pulled his cock and balls out of the top of his
underwear.  His cock stood out stiffly, awaiting the wet attentions of his
wife.  I helped Cindy to her feet.  She rose gingerly as if her full vagina
would hinder her walking, but I thought it was more dramatics than anything
else.  She walked slowly over to her husband and prepared to carefully
lower herself to her knees in front of his cock.  I stopped her.  "No, Cin.
Just bend over from the waist and suck him.  I'll be needing your
hindquarters for a few minutes, dear." And my pretty little teacher knew
that I intended to sodomize her.  Again.  A relatively unwelcome and
humbling experience for Cindy.  One of my trips up her back passage had
ended with her running for the toilet with my jism leaking from her
loosened butt.  Nevertheless she dutifully bent at the waist and took
Edwin's stubby penis into her mouth and waited expectantly; her legs spread
slightly to balance herself for my assault.  I tore my shorts off and
anointed myself with lubricant.  With a stroke of genius I reached down
into the knapsack and grabbed her vibrator which I handed over her back to
Edwin.  Then I edged forward and grabbed my teacher's white asscheeks.  I
stroked them for a few seconds, listening as she sucked on her husband's
prick.  Then I split her cheeks lightly and crouched down a few inches to
line my groin up with her ass.  I had to use one hand to bend my adolescent
penis down to meet her chocolate star.  I centered myself on her and pushed
against her while I pulled her slim hips slightly back.  The pressure on my
prick was immense against her asshole.  And we knew why.  It was because
the stone in her pussy was making her backhole tighter.  Her bending over
had done the trick.  I fought for entrance against her grimly resisting
asshole.  I made headway and finally with a cockfilled grunt from Cindy, I
slipped into her intestines.  The underside of my cock rubbed pleasurably
against the stone in my Teacher's pussy, separated by only a thin membrane.
It was exquisite up there and I reveled in my surroundings for at least
thirty seconds before I moved.  I held out my hand and Edwin gave me the
vibrator.  I switched it on, it's loud humming drew Cindy's attention as
she worked on Edwin's penis.  I laid it against her left arm and she
reached over and grabbed it.  With her plying it against her clitoris.  I
surged forward again, burying myself anew in her stink chamber, her
buttcheeks like two smooth pillows against my thighs.  I began to fuck her
ass in earnest, not caring what stage Cindy or Edwin were at.  I drove
myself up her ass repeatedly.  Her ass was far tighter than it had ever
been because of the large stone of mine she carried in her pussy.  Looking
down, I spread her cheeks slightly with my steadying hands and watched my
cock disappearing inside one very tight angry red asshole.  I couldn't see
how she could stand it.  But stand it she did.  I occasionally felt the
vibrator rub against my testicles as my Cindy tried to get her own orgasm.

   I raced against my teacher and her husband.  He won.  I heard Cindy
cough and sputter.  Looking over her back I saw Edwin, his belly striking
the top of my teacher's head as he jettisoned his load in her mouth.  Cindy
was having a tough time accepting her husband's spend in her mouth.  I saw
one large runner dip from her mouth to the ground as she gagged.  It didn't
matter to me.  What was interesting was the tiny gasps mixed in with her
coughing and the way her anus clenched around me.  My teacher was coming. A
rock up her cunt and a fifteen year old lodged up her ass.  And she was
coming hard, the vibrator pressed tightly against the top of her cleft. 
She really got off on the weirdness and the humiliating aspects of this
relationship.  More the better.  I redoubled my efforts up her ass and
finally, slamming her ass back to meet me, I buried myself far up her colon
and shot my wads of semen, I held myself up there for at least a minute
while little spasms ran up and down my dick.  Finally I backed away,
pulling my red, spent cock out of my beloved's ass.  Her asshole gaped open
in a forlorn oval of defeat.  I let her cheeks go and my Cindy stood up. 
Edwin and I surveyed her clinically.  She had taken five of our best loads
today.  Two in her mouth; one each in her ass and pussy.  And Ed's load
which he had shot into her hair.  It had dried there, clumping her bangs
together and making her beautiful short hair more interesting.  Cindy
walked shakily over to her black shorts and carefully picked them up and
put them on.  We watched her silently until she was dressed.

   "Okay, that's done.  We'll walk back to the parking lot together.  All
three of us.  Ed, if someone comes, you will have to hightail it behind a
tree.  Cindy, if you want, you can let your titties swing free while we
walk.  I got to tell you guys that you are passing your Final Exam.  Both
of you have been tested and you have passed.  I'm very proud of you both.
One final test remains for Cindy if I can get it going.  Ed, you can rest
awhile.  Keep the stick in your ass until we get back to the parking lot
though.  Cindy, you keep the stone.  Let's go."

   We headed back down the path to our parking lot.  I walked about 100
feet in advance of my educator couple so I would be able to signal Ed if
people were coming in case he had to hide in the woods.  Edwin and Cynthia
Van Horn held hands as they walked behind me.  They made a curious sight,
he in his underwear with a stick up his butt put there by his wife and she,
finely-formed specimen of all that is physically desirable in a woman,
holding hands with this short pudgy, bearded man.  And several times I had
to signal him to hide while people power-walked or strolled by.  One couple
overcame their reluctance to talk with my sluttily-dressed teacher to ask
whether she and I knew that a naked man had been sighted in the woods and
that a Park Patrol vehicle was looking for him.  We expressed surprise and
dismay that a human being could get his kicks by acting in such a fashion.
Then we walked on.

   Soon enough we came to our parking lot.  Edwin stood nervously at the
side of the trail.  I decided to have some mercy on him and Cindy and I
went to fetch his clothes.  And I'll be damned if a Park Patrol vehicle
didn't pull up alongside us as we walked.  The Ranger rolled down his
window.  He asked us if we had seen a guy wearing underwear running in the
woods.  The Rangers eyes drank in Cindy's spandexed form hungrily while he
addressed us.  I told him that we had seen a guy in his underwear run out
of the woods a few minutes ago.  I told him the guy had gotten into an old
burgundy Buick station wagon.  The Ranger looked surprised and relieved to
receive my information.  He figured that his job was done.  He made idle
chatter with Cindy for a few minutes and then we watched him radio in our
information.  He thanked us and after a long glance up and down Cindy's
tight figure, he drove away.  We waited a few minutes and then grabbed
Edwin's clothes out of the Expedition and brought them to where he was
hiding.  I had Edwin pull the stick out of his ass.  He tugged slowly,
groaning as the stick reappeared from it's place in his intestine.  It
finally left him and he tossed it into the woods.  Edwin was so frantic
about putting his clothes on that he fell trying to get into his pants. 
And we all laughed self-consciously.  He looked more at ease dressed and he
seemed happier somehow.

   "What last thing did you have in mind for Cindy, Damien?", he asked me
as we got into the sport utility.  It was past noon and a warm sun was
overhead.  And we were free and clear.

   "Head down to that other parking lot where this trail loops around. 
There's a car I want to take a look at." Edwin maneuvered out of the
parking lot and we headed south a few miles and pulled into the other
parking lot for the Lakeview Trail.

   Parked away from the other few vehicles in the parking lot was an old
battered red Ford Escort with out of state plates.  I had noticed a
teenaged couple lingering at the vehicle earlier and I suspected that they
were runaways, running away to get married or something.  True love and all
that.  I popped out of the Expedition and approached the vehicle while
Edwin and Cindy watched nervously.  No one was around the car.  Inside the
vehicle I could see pillows and blankets.  Definitely on the run and
destitute.  I strolled up to the bathroom building.  As I approached a tall
gawky teen exited the men's bathroom.  He had a towel around his neck and
an overnight bag in his hand.  Bingo.

   "Hey man, that your Escort over there?" I asked casually.  His eyes
narrowed suspiciously and I could tell he was considering lying to me.

   "Yeah," he said brusquely, stopping in front of me, his stance and
lowered head indicative of a fight or flight posture.  And then the women's
room door opened and a mousy little blonde teen walked out; her bag hanging
from her shoulder.  When she saw her boyfriend standing with me her eyes
went wide in alarm.

   "Bobby, what's going on?  Who is this?," she said nervously.

   "You guys are runaways, right?" I addressed my question to her.  Bobby
answered.

   "What do you care?  Who are you?  And anyway, we're sixteen--we can do
whatever the fuck we want, dude." He was almost snarling at me he was so
charged up.  His little girlfriend stood behind him hiding.  Watching her
man take charge.  Peering at me from behind him.

   I held up my hands.  "It's cool, dude.  Whatever.  I was just asking. 
You guys are in love, good for you.  I just saw you guys are living out of
your car.  I told my Aunt and Uncle--they're back in the car--and we'd
maybe like to help you out or something." I jerked my thumb towards the
white Ford Expedition parked in the far corner of the parking lot.  Their
heads swiveled to take it all in.

   Blonde walked out of her boyfriend's shadow and came to his side and
held his hand tightly.  She looked up at him hopefully.  He relaxed a
little bit although he was still suspicious.  As well he should be.  "What
kind of help?  You gonna give us money?  We need money," he admitted
fiercely.

   "We could give you money," I allowed.

   "What you want in return, man?  You want something.  Ain't nothing for
free.  You gonna want something, I just know it."

   His little girlfriend said imploringly, "Bobby, be nice.  Hear the guy
out."

   I jumped in for Bobby's defense.  "No, he's right.  My Uncle does want
something.  Him and my Aunt are...different I guess you'd say." I stared
hard at the little blonde teenager.  "He wants my Aunt to get busy with
you. While we watch." I saw the surprise in her eyes as she heard me out.
Bobby's eyes went wide too.  He stared at our vehicle, parked far away for
a few seconds and then back at me.  He seemed at a loss for words. 
Finally:

   "You want...they sent you out here to ask my girlfriend, who I love, to
do lezzy things with your Aunt while you and your sick Uncle watch?" He
seemed to confused to be angry yet.

   So I gently said, "Yeah, that's basically it.  Her and my Aunt.  Me and
my Uncle watch.  And you of course, you watch.  Or join in.  My Aunt could
suck you for awhile.  You guys get money.  Half now, half when my Aunt's
done.  I'll back off and let you guys talk it over." I turned and walked a
few feet away.  I heard them whispering fiercely together.  Not arguing,
each one feeling the need for money and weighing the value of this girl's
slim body.  And slim she was, about five foot one and 100 pounds with small
breasts and tiny hips.  Waifish, I guess you'd say.  Cornsilk
shoulder-length blonde hair.  Pierced nostril with a gold stud.  A shy and
cute little sixteen year old.  If I wasn't all fucked out, I'd have made a
deal to get into her pussy myself.  Within a minute, Bobby called out to
me.

   "You guys don't touch her right?"

   "Right." I assured him.

   "What's it worth to you?" he challenged.

   I answered him carelessly.  "You name a price." He went back into his
huddle with his small girlfriend before he called back.  I saw her eyeing
me nervously as he revealed her value.

   "A hundred dollars.  Fifty now, fifty when it's done.  And you don't get
your fifty back if something goes wrong."

   "No," I said.  "Two hundred.  Your terms." They went back into a huddle
for a minute whispering excitedly.  I smiled inside.  I just love to help
people.

   Bobby called out, "What's Gina got to do?"

   I pointed up to the bathrooms.  "We bring your pillows and blankets in
there.  Gina takes her clothes off and lays down.  My Aunt goes down on
her. And we make her suck your cock and get you ready to fuck Gina.  How's
that sound?" I could see the interest on Bobby's part and the worried
hopefulness in Gina's eyes.

   "What do you mean, 'make her suck my cock'?  What's going on, dude?"
Bobby asked me almost afraid that this deal had been too good to be true.

   "It's simple," I stated matter of factly.  "My Aunt and Uncle got money.
He gets off on watching her do nasty things.  And she gets off on having to
do nasty things.  They'll pay you guys to let her go down on Gina and suck
you.  I'll order her to do it and she'll do it.  She'll act like she don't
want to, but deep down she's eating it up."

   "She a pig, man?" Bobby asked quietly.  I got tired of us talking across
the space between us so I rejoined them.

   "Bobby, you'll hope Gina here is as pretty when she turns twenty eight."

   Bobby and little Gina looked deep into each other's eyes quietly while I
waited.  Finally, she gave a little nod to him.  Bobby set his shoulders
and turned to me.  "We said what?  Two hundred and fifty dollars?"

   I laughed and said, "Yeah.  I believe two fifty is our price."

   "How do we start?" he croaked holding his girlfriend's hand.  He seemed
gawky.  About six four and l50 pounds with unruly straight brown hair and
an uncertain complexion.  His hormones must have been screaming.  He wore
blue jeans and a Nine Inch Nails concert shirt.  Earring in his left ear.
Let's See...  Left is right and right is wrong...  Okay, Rock On.

   "You two bring some blankets and pillows into the women's bathroom. 
We'll meet you in there in a few minutes.  Here's 100 bucks.  I'll pay you
the rest when it's over.  Maybe give you a tip if everything goes right." I
peeled a five twenties off the small wad in my pocket, letting them see
there was more where that came from.  They looked suitably impressed but
jumpy as cats.  I headed back to the parking lot with them and watched as
they pulled an old blanket and two dingy pillows from their vehicle and
head back to the bathrooms.  They eyed the Ford Expedition, parked at the
other end of the lot, with trepidation.  I headed back to my charges.  I
hopped in the back seat and my two educators looked back at me nervously.

   "Ed.  Cindy.  You'll never guess so I'll tell you.  I gave those two
nice kids some money to let Cindy do them." Cindy's eyes widened in shock
and she started shaking her head vigorously.  "No, no, Cindy.  Don't shake
your head.  You'll do it.  Me and Ed get to watch.  You get introduced to
some nice little pussy and give a little head to that kid.  Then we're
done." Edwin stared dubiously at me and then at his wife to gauge her
reaction.  She stopped shaking her head but her face was red and her eyes
were tearing up.

   "Damien.  No.  I've never...done anything like that.  That girl...she's
just a teenager...they're both kids...please," she finished miserably.

   "I didn't figure you would want to do it, so I'm adding this condition.
You won't speak while we're with them.  And you will do what you're told. I
told them my rich Aunt and Uncle are a little weird and that Edwin here
wanted you to eat pussy.  And I told them you like being forced to do nasty
things.  So if you play your part right we can be out of here in fifteen
minutes.  If you want to cry and complain then I know two little runaway
teenagers who are going to see quite a scene inside that bathroom.  Ever
hear of a brown shower, Cindy?" She shook her head quickly.  "That's when
someone shits on you.  That would come after we whipped you.  And made you
eat that pussy anyway.  So get with the program and you'll do fine.  Fuck
up and you'll have a brown eye squirting shit on you.  Any questions?" I
stared her in the face and she looked away and nodded.  Edwin just looked
worried.

   "These kids--they could take down our license plate and turn us in,
Damien.  We could get arrested," Edwin pointed out.

   "First off, that's why we parked this far away.  Secondly, these kids
won't be going to the police for anything.  They're runaways.  They get
some money in their hands and they'll leave this place before we will. 
Count on it." The confidence in my voice did little to relieve Edwin's
worry-wart sensibilities.  But he would go along because balking me had
never gone well for him in the past.

   "Let's go," I said.  I felt around in my backpack and grabbed the
vibrator.  I popped out of the car and waited until my slowpoke educators
reluctantly left the safety of the vehicle.  We walked at a snail's pace
through the parking lot and slowly approached the bathrooms.  "Ed, tell us
true, you're secretly excited about watching Cindy go down on this girl,
aren't you?" Edwin turned beet red as his pretty little wife glanced up at
him.  He didn't say anything.  "You guys will be partying between the
sheets tonight I bet," I added.

   "If we're not too sore," Edwin finally muttered as we came to the Ladies
room side of the building.  I pushed the door open and led the way in.  The
bathroom was cool and ill lit; cinderblock walls, cement floor, two toilet
stalls, Formica counter with two basins and extra counter space to put your
stuff on.  Mirror overlooking the sinks.  Nothing fancy here.  I examined
the door.  It didn't lock from inside.  Us three stood in the room staring
at the nervous teen couple who in turn were staring back at us.

   "Bobbie.  Gina.  I'd like you to meet my Uncle Roy and Aunt Kim. 
They're the ones I told you about." Bobbie and Gina stared dully back for a
few seconds until Gina said quietly, "hi." We stood in uncomfortable
silence.  Bobbie's eyes were locked on my pretty little teacher, drinking
in her fabulous looks.  Her nice rack and tight stomach.  Pretty face,
albeit a little flustered at the moment.  And maybe with some dried cum
spiking her hair.

   Bobbie finally shrugged and shuffled forward.  "How do we do this?"

   "Put the blanket and pillows on the counter and Gina--you take off your
pants.  Leave your panties on for now.  Uncle Roy, you need to block the
door so other people will think it's locked." Just before my charges
started moving we heard someone enter the men's room on the other side of
the block wall.  Everyone froze, wondering just how easily sound traveled
through the building.  We heard a huge fart and some pissing before the guy
washed his hands and clattered out the door.  Everyone relaxed.  "Let's get
this done," I instructed.  Edwin went to the door and blocked it with his
body.  Little Gina walked self-consciously over to the sinks.  Bobbie
followed her.  She turned her back to us and Bobbie stood in back of her
blocking our view.  I heard her kick her shoes off and then unsnap her
pants and slowly slide them to the floor.  I glanced back over my shoulder.
Edwin's eyes were locked on this girl.  Cindy stood nervously in the center
of the room, almost dancing with nervous energy.  Gina laid the blanket and
pillows carefully on the counter and then held her hand out.  Bobbie
grasped her hand and helped her back onto the counter.  When she was seated
she lay down on her back, her slim white legs with pink socks on her feet.
Her panty-clad crotch exposed to us.  My cock rose just watching her. 
Little Gina made a hurried motion to Bobbie.  He bent down close to her and
she whispered a sweet nothing in his ear.  He straightened up and stared at
Cindy's feet as he addressed her.

   "Gina says...," he faltered, "she says that she couldn't take a shower
since two days ago.  So...you know..." he trailed off.  I jumped into the
breach, looking sympathetically at our little waif.

   "That'll be okay.  We understand that you two have been on the road. 
It's okay.  It won't matter at all.  Okay?" They both nodded solemnly at me
and my pretty little teacher.  Cindy stood frozen, looking at nothing at
all.

   "Okay, Aunt Kim.  Go to Gina and bend over between her legs.  Smell her
through her panties, Aunt Kim.  Smell her crotch," I ordered.  Our precious
Cindy moved on wooden legs across the floor to Gina.  Bobbie backed away,
spooked by what was going to happen to his girlfriend, his back pressed
against the wall next to Gina's head.  He reached over and held her hand.
Cindy placed her hands on Gina's knees and slowly lowered her face down
closer and closer to Gina's panties.  She stopped just when her nose
touched ground zero and we heard her sniff audibly through her nose. 
Picking up the scent of this adolescent girl.

   "Sniff and nuzzle her with you nose,"

   Cindy's nose tracked up and down Gina's crotch and we could hear her
sniffing.  It was highly erotic and I let it go on for awhile.  Then:

   "Okay, Aunt Kim.  Pull the crotch panel to the side and start licking
her.  Lick her pussy." I heard Edwin shuffle his weight at the door,
peering across the dimly lit room to watch his wife pull this girl's
panties to the side and start licking the sides of her pussy.  Gina's pussy
hair looked to be kind of bushy.  I could see the pussy lips through her
pubes though.  Cindy was avoiding those lips; concentrating her licking to
the sides.

   "Okay, stand up and peel her panties off."

   Cindy stood up and placed her hands on the sides of the teenager's hips.
She tugged lightly.  Gina raised her glorious little bottom up and her
panties slid down her slim hips.  Cindy pulled them down her legs and put
them on the counter.  She hesitated.

   "Go on.  You know what to do next.  You know what you want to do," I
prodded gently.  Cynthia Van Horn, 28 year old married Humanities teacher
slowly bent over, her fabulous ass undulating under the black spandex
shorts, and with a certain amount of nervous trepidation, glued her mouth
to the center of the teenager's hairy pussy and started licking her cunt.
We watched her face rise a inch off Gina's muff and her tongue was sticking
slightly out of her mouth.  It has been moving in Gina's quim.  Cindy's
tongue gently caressed upward towards Gina's clitoris and the girl squirmed
in response.  She gripped Bobbie's hand tighter.  Bobbie was leaning over
watching my teacher's mouth service his girlfriend.  I wondered if he was
getting excited; my own cock was surging in my pants at this latest
degradation I had forced my teacher into.  I glanced at Edwin.  His face
bore a look of intense excitement watching his wife eat her first pussy.

   Soon, we could tell that Gina was responding in a big way to Cindy.  Her
slim hips were rising rhymically to Cindy's mouth.  To Cindy's credit, she
placed her hands on either inside thigh and peeled that girls cunt open and
applied herself to her task.  Her nose glistened with saliva and pussy
juice.  I wanted to stop her and lick her face, but I didn't.  Cindy always
gave wet blowjobs and this pussy eating thing was no different.  She had
that girl's pink innards glistening with spit.

   "Okay, Bobbie, take your pants off," I demanded, impatiently.  Bobbie
slowly backed away from the spectacle and kicked off his shoes.  He dropped
his pants, revealing his white BVDs.  Self-consciously, he turned away from
us and peeled them off.  My pretty little teacher had paused in between
Gina's legs to watch him.  When Bobbie turned back towards us, his right
hand rested lightly on a long thin penis.  Too thin, actually and maybe it
only looked long because of his scrawny, lank body.  His cock jutted
straight up as only us teenager's cocks can.  I told him to put a pillow on
the floor.  He reached behind his little girlfriend's head and grabbed a
pillow and dropped it to the floor.  "Go kneel on the pillow, Aunt Kim. 
Give him some skull.  Maybe reach around and put a finger up his butt."

   "Aunt Kim" slid down to the floor onto the pillow we had allowed for the
comfort of her knees.  She sat back on her haunches for a moment and we all
saw her glistening face, fresh from Gina's split.  Bobbie looked down at
her awestruck.  Gina looked down nervously as this strange woman prepared
to take her boyfriend's angular meat into her mouth.  I felt a presence
behind me and noted that Edwin had abandoned his post and stood at my side
and slightly behind me.  We waited.

   Cindy rose up onto her knees and grasped Bobbie's hips.  Her mouth was
at a perfect level with his cock.  He moved slightly forward and Cindy's
lovely mouth came down and captured him.  With his penis in her mouth,
Edwin Van Horn's wife adjusted her distance to this slim teenager while her
husband watched.  When all was ready, she moved her face back and forth. 
Bobbie's penis rode wetly and smoothly into her mouth.  He moaned
immediately.

   "It good?" I asked him.

   "Yeah, man.  Ah, fuck, it's good," he answered, his eyes closed and his
head thrown back.

   "I know.  I've been there.  My Aunt Kim's really something else with her
mouth." Cindy's face and ears turn red with embarrassment as she worked
this youth.  "I can tell she really got excited eating your girlfriend. 
Tell me, Gina, did she do a good job down there?  Did she get you wet?"
Waifish Gina blushed and nodded slightly.  She had scissored her legs
closed as soon as Cindy had left them--the better to defeat our prying
eyes. Her eyes were glued on this adult woman ministering to her
boyfriend's slim penis.  Maybe not altogether happy about the situation. 
But what female would be happy seeing this gorgeous little blonde teacher
competing against them?

   Cindy sucked Bobbie loudly, slurping and slobbing on the kid until I
thought the boy would lose his load in her mouth.

   "Hey Gina, if you don't mind me asking--I don't mean anything by
it--have you and Bobbie ever did it the back way?  Up the butt?" Gina
looked startled and embarrassed by the suggestion.

   "that's nasty," she whispered fiercely.

   "My Aunt loves it up the butt.  As a matter of fact she's got a liquid
present up there right now.  I won't tell you which of us did that for
her." Gina stared at this little teacher below her sucking cock.  A look of
slight disgust on her face.  My teacher continued to suck.

   "How about this?  Did you ever put a finger up Bobbie's butt?  To help
him along?"

   "Gross.  That's gross," our little runaway pronounced emphatically. 
"Stop talking about stuff like that."

   "Okay, but watch this.  Aunt Kim, moisten a finger and put it up
Bobbie's ass." Cindy paused and looked at me, a look of forlorn
humiliation. She couldn't even look at the teenage girl laying on the
counter-top.  She was that humiliated.  She stuck her right index finger in
her mouth and wetted it.  Then it disappeared around Bobbie's right hip and
when we saw him lurch forward we knew she had plunged it up his butt. 
"Suck," I ordered her pre-emptorily and her mouth took him in again.  I
waited about ten seconds.  "Now watch this, Gina.  Aunt Kim, take the
finger out and get it more wet." Gina leaned slightly forward and watched
as Cindy retrieved her finger and slowly brought it towards her mouth. 
"Look at Gina as you do it.  Let her see you." Edwin inched forward also.
Bobbie looked down at this pretty little woman kneeling in front of him. 
And Cindy, red-faced, turned her beautiful features towards Gina and opened
her mouth.  The stank finger went in and came out glistening fresh with new
spit lubricant.  The finger disappeared around Bobbie again until we saw
that it had returned to his sphincter.  Gina was visibly disgusted and lay
back on her countertop to wait.

   "Suck him," I commanded.  Cindy's eyes glittered with tears of
humiliation as Bobbie's penis went back into her mouth.  "Gag her a bit,
Bobbie.  She likes that.  Grab the back of her head and fuck her face," I
suggested.  Bobbie grabbed the back of her head gingerly and pushed himself
into her mouth until she squirmed and gagged on him.  She tried to pull
back the tiniest bit as he fucked her face.  It was hot to watch.  I gave
it a minute.  I could tell it made him uneasy.

   "Okay, Bobbie.  You get between Gina's legs and put it to her.  Aunt Kim
will rest her head on Gina's abdomen.  Every now and then just pull out and
Aunt Kim will suck you for a few seconds."

   Cindy leaned back exhausted on her haunches, panting from her exertions.
Bobbie edged past her and stood with his legs against the counter.  His wet
penis throbbed rhymically with the beating heart.  He grabbed his
girlfriend's legs and swung them off the counter.  Her head rested tightly
against the back of the counter and the large mirror.  Her legs were
splayed before him and we got a good view of cunt, dark pink and wet as she
waited for him to enter.  Cindy drew herself up shakily and watched as
Bobbie pressed his penis down and laid it at the lips of Gina's cunt.  He
poked into her and she groaned.  Cindy looked forlornly at me and I
motioned her over to them.  She stepped forward and while bent over, laid
her head on Gina's stomach.  It was a tightly crowded corner with the three
of them, and Edwin and I had to jockey around to find a good viewing
position.  Bobbie started putting the bone to the waif and she moaned at
his thrusts.  "Pull it out," I suggested.  Bobbie pulled his thin penis out
of the girl and laid it in front of Cindy.  I didn't have to tell her
anything; she was that far resigned in her fate.  She opened her mouth and
Bobbie planted his cock, wet with his girlfriends secretions, into my
pretty little teacher's mouth.  She sucked him without relish, spit-shining
his member for further explorations.  "Go to it, Bobbie.  Between the two
until you come in your girlfriend," I urged him.  And he went to it.  In
his girlfriend for a few seconds and then in my teacher's mouth.  Back and
forth.  While Edwin and I watched.  While little Gina squirmed and actually
started pulling lightly on her small nipples.  Until she started thrashing
around; Cindy's head riding her stomach as she came.  With Bobbie a close
second; redoubling his efforts in her snatch, poking her unmercifully with
his rod.  Buried in her, he announced that he was coming.  His ass cheeks
tightened as he emptied himself inside his runaway girlfriend.  My Cindy
watched from her stomach-eye view, afraid to move.  After a minute, the
heap of flesh came to a standstill.  It was almost over.  God, I had to
come.

   "Okay Bobbie, pull out and present yourself to Aunt Kim.  She will
return you equipment to it's original condition." Edwin watched as the boy
pulled his soft, dangling penis out of Gina's hairy little pussy.  It was
beslimed with ropes of his pearly semen.  He edged closer to Cindy's face.
Edwin and I crowded even closer as Cindy reluctantly opened her mouth and
took him in.  It was different from just coming in her mouth because she
could see what she was imbibing.  And she choked a little just at the
visual impact before she cleaned him.  Bobbie danced on his toes as he suck
him.  He was obviously post-orgasmic sensitive.  "That's good enough," I
commented and he gratefully withdrew a shiny clean organ from her mouth. 
He backed away from the two females.

   "Now it's Gina's turn.  Believe it or not, Gina, Aunt Kim's never sucked
a used pussy before.  You can bet it'll be a thrill for her.  Turn more
this way," I said motioning to her, " and Aunt Kim will do this last thing.
You guys have been great.  I'll have to tip you."

   Gina turned a bit and Cindy stood up and then walked back between her
spread legs, eyeing the teen's hairy gash fearfully.  We could see a runner
of sperm slowly leaking from the girl.  Gina reached out and grasped
Bobbie's hand and he dutifully stood over her, both of them naked as they
waited for "Aunt Kim" to perform this one last nasty act.

   "Go to it, Aunt Kim." I pulled the vibrator out of the knapsack. 
"Here's your vibrator.  You can do yourself through you shorts while you
work.  As a matter of fact, Bobbie, if you'll slide you hand down the back
of Aunt Kim's shorts and slide a finger up her butt you'll be able to tell
us when she comes.  Because she'll come like a racehorse while she's doing
things like this.  Go ahead, both of you, get started."

   Cindy took the vibrator from my hand, searching my face earnestly as she
did so for any sign of leniency.  With my cock rock hard in my pants, I
showed her none.  She sighed and walked back between Gina's legs which
dangled over the countertop.  Cindy bent her face over Gina's crotch and
switched the vibrator on.  Using her left hand, she plied the vibrator on
her clit right through her spandex shorts.  She widened her stance and
slowly breathed of Gina's smells.  Then her tongue poked gently out and my
pretty little teacher started to cautiously lick Gina's slit, transferring
the spunk leaking out of there to her own stomach.  It was a gloriously
erotic sight.  Cindy used her free hand to pull Gina's pussy lips apart and
we could all see the spend lying just inside.  Cindy went to work, her
tongue wet as it returned from depositing it's load in her mouth.  I nodded
to Bobbie and he slid away from Gina's side.  His right hand slid over the
little wife's back and headed down inside her tight shorts.  Cindy gasped
when his index finger entered her back door.  Bobbie indicated his
successful penetration to me with a nod.  Beautiful.

   Cindy plied the vibrator actively over her clothed pubis, gradually
panting and licking in Gina's crotch as her excitement increased.  I fought
an urge to drag her pants down and fuck her right there.  We watched her
growing signs of excitement, cleaning this little girl's unfresh snatch
while men watched was obviously agreeing with her humiliation fetish.

   "I think some goo rolled out of her before you started.  I think I see
something on her butthole, Aunt Kim," I stated innocently.  Cindy's hand
pushed Gina's left thigh up and her tongue snaked down.  She was licking
Gina's two-day unwashed ass.  And liking it to judge from the panting.  She
tongue-washed the girl's sphincter, stabbing her tongue up the tight
passage until Gina squealed for her not to do that--that it was
"disgusting".  The little waif sure had some hang-ups for a sixteen year
old runaway with a pierced nostril.  But that's all it took was her
condemnation of my teacher's nasty act for Cindy to cum.  She moaned and
grunted and as her tongue feebly licked back up across Gina's pussy lips,
Bobbie's face took on a startled look.  He stared at his hand where it
disappeared into Cindy's shorts and signaled to us that her anus was
clenching his finger in orgasm.  We watched her for at least a minute as
she panted and groaned with her face laying on that pussy and her left hand
holding the vibrator steadily on her own clit.  Finally her hand dropped
away.  Bobbie hurriedly withdrew his finger from her butthole and his hand
from her pants.  I watched him slyly examine his finger in wonder.  Cindy
stood up on wobbly legs turned the vibrator off.  Then she shyly surveyed
us.  I nodded in recognition of her job well done.  Her mouth was wet from
her work down there.  What a woman.  Edwin looked like he wanted to rush
forward and hold her.  I addressed my runaways.

   "That went well.  Get your stuff together and I'll walk you out to your
car." They quickly dressed to hide their shameful nakedness from our view.
Bobbie grabbed the pillows and blanket.  I walked them down the path to
their car.

   "You guys did good.  I still owe you a hundred and fifty dollars. 
Here's that and another hundred and fifty as a tip.  That makes four
hundred dollars.  Not too bad for fifteen minutes of play is it?  Anyway if
you guys want to be runaways it'll keep you free a while longer.  Now off
with you." I gave them the money and they took it.  Bobbie shyly mumbled
thanks but I could tell they were still embarrassed about what they had
done.  They jumped into that old piece of shit car and headed out without
looking back.

   I walked back up the path to the bathrooms and found Edwin and Cindy
hugging and soul-kissing.  I got to hand it to Edwin.  I'd have made her
brush her teeth before I kissed her.  They broke off when they heard me
come in.

   "You got to come, Ed?" He nodded self-consciously.

   "Me too.  Let's whip out our meat and beat off.  Beat off into Cindy's
hands.  Winner drives us home.  What do you say?" Edwin didn't answer, he
was already pulling a stiff little cock out of his zipper and stroking it.
I hurriedly strode forward and whipped my meat out.  Cindy held her hands
out to us like the Madonna and the race was on.  Me whacking my weasel and
Edwin Van Horn slapping his dolphin.  To see who could shoot semen into his
wife's hand first.  The sound of manual masturbation filled the room.

   "Hike up your top, Mrs.  Van Horn," I ordered.  She glanced with
irritation at my use of her formal name and then pulled the spandex sports
top over the top of her marvelous tits.  With the pancake nipples.  We
ogled them freely while we whacked off.

   Edwin won the sprint, grunting and depositing a load into Cindy's
outstretched palm.  I came in a close second, gushing heavily into her
other hand.  He got me in speed but I beat him in quantity.  Cindy stood
there with a enigmatic smile on her face.

   Rub it onto your jugs, Cindy, please," I said.  She brought her hands up
and massaged our loads onto her breasts, hefting and massaging them for our
visual benefit.  Until those hangers glistened with our spunk.  We were
transfixed with our softening cocks hanging out of our pants.  Finally she
was done and she pulled her top back down and washed her hands at the sink.
She turned to face us.

   "Let's go home.  The show's over," I said tiredly.  We walked silently
out of the woman's bathroom and got back in the Ford and headed peacefully
out of the parking lot of the South Trail of the Groper State Park.  Ten
minutes later we exited the park itself and were heading home.  I sat in
the backseat like a good boy.  I was all fucked out.

   We traveled in silence for awhile.  I guess each of us was lost in our
own thoughts and it was a comfortable silence.  Cindy finally turned in her
seat to address me.

   "Well, Damien?  How were we?  Did we pass your Test?" She seemed quietly
confident of my answer.  It was time for the famous final scene.

   "You two more than passed.  You got extra credit and everything." She
smiled at me and then at her husband.  I could see his eyes in the rearview
mirror assessing me.

   "What do we win?  Are we free of you at last?" my pretty little teacher
queried.  It kind of hurt when she put the question to me like that.  I
thought we were all growing kind of fond of one another.  I purposely
raised my eyes from hers and stared idly at the spikes in her hair made
stiff by semen, until she blushed.

   "You passed the test," I repeated.  "Drop me off near my house.  When
you get home you'll find out what I've left for you." Edwin's eyes
flickered nervously.

   "You...you haven't left any nasty surprises for us at home, have you? 
Drug raid, cops or something?" Edwin's voice betrayed his worries.

   "No, Ed.  Nothing bad.  I originally took your dope and like forty-three
thousand dollars.  Almost everything you had, I guess.  I've given you a
couple of thousand back for your expenses.  I sold your dope and ripped off
some out of town gansta's on some cocaine.  Long story short, when you get
home you will find about ninety thousand dollars in cash laying on the
kitchen table.  Also a present for each of you.  It's my way of saying you
guys Passed the Test."

   They were dumbstruck, glancing seriously at each other for at least five
minutes.  Some kind of unspoken communication going on.  I was too fucked
out to care much.  I continued.

   "Anyway, I'm gone.  You guys got some nice parting gifts.  I'll go on to
something else.  I won't bother you anymore."

   More silence and sidelong glances.  Finally, Edwin Van Horn turned round
on me.  "That's an awful lot of money, Damien.  I mean, Jesus," he added.

   "I don't need it," I said simply.  "The State pays my way.  Making it
was fun and challenging.  I still got some Boyz out there who would kill me
if they could find me.  But they can't find me.  You guys need the money to
get your shit together.  Pay some bills and stuff.  Money was what was
killing you guys before, right?" They both nodded solemnly.  "So I don't
need the money.  You do.  You get the money.  It's that simple."

   "What are you going to do?" Cynthia asked me, "with your life I mean?"

   I thought seriously about not telling them.  Because it wasn't there
business.  But I reflected that I had intruded a great deal on their lives
and what the hell, I wasn't in charge of them anymore.  We could be on par.


   "I'm going to learn computers and finance.  Together.  Eventually I will
find a way of using international finance and computers to make money
appear that wasn't there before.  Something big, that half the people
scream that I'm doing something illegal and half push for new laws to stop
me from doing it in the future because it was legal when I did it.  And the
third half will be too confused to understand what I've done."

   "There is no third half, Damien," Edwin reminded me.

   "It'll seem like there is when I'm done," I said simply.  My educators
were silent.  But they didn't doubt me.

   Cindy asked, "Damien, tell us what you bought us.  We won't have a
chance to thank you for your presents after we drop you off.  So just tell
us, okay?"

   "Do you really want to ruin the surprise?  Do you really want to know?"
I teased.

   "I do.  I really do.  I'm one of those people who can't wait 'til
Christmas to open my presents.  I've got to know, sweetie".

   "Okay.  Edwin, I got you a Rolex watch.  Not the top of the line or
anything because people might ask questions.  It's a Rolex though.  Cindy,
I bought you a cocktail ring.  Two carats worth of stones, all good
quality. You can say your Aunt left it to you if you need to explain it."

   They absorbed that information for awhile as we neared home.  Finally,
Edwin said thanks and Cindy echoed him.  Then I saw the inspiration in her
eyes and she turned round on me again.

   "Thanks, Damien.  I've got something for you that I've been holding on
to for a little while." I watched the top of her arm as it angled down onto
her abdomen.  I realized that she had plunged her right hand down her tight
shorts.  She was playing around down there, her eyes half-closed in
concentration.  Then her arm came out and presented itself to me.  In her
hand was the stone I had buried up her pussy.  It was wet with her
secretions.  She leaned far back towards me, gravity trying to pull her
heavy teats towards the floor as she leaned.  She dropped the stone in my
hand.  "Something to remember me by.  That and this." And Cynthia Van Horn,
my pretty little teacher, swabbed her wet fingers across my nose and upper
lip.  I immediately smelled her wonderful pussy on my face.  It was my turn
to blush.  "Thanks," I muttered like a tough guy.  She smiled and turned
away.

   And so it was that they dropped me off in the parking lot of the
Library. An awkward situation indeed.  It didn't seem right for their
Dominator to thank them once again, so I didn't.  They wished me the best
of luck and we parted.  I went into the Library to think about the past few
months when I had used my pretty teacher to work out my perversions on.  It
had been fun, but now it was done.