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   Teacher Passes the Test, Part 10 of 10, All Good Things Have To Come Up
Your End, by Shakespeare_I._Aint

   And so it was that my forced relationship with my educators ended, and
honestly, I was at a loss to fill my weekends.  So I filled my hand.  I
masturbated, thinking of the things I had made my pretty little teacher do,
and the things I believe she had eventually come to enjoy.  I was whacking
off myself at least twice a day.  In bed at night, in the shower, even in
the men's bathroom at the library.  My teacher's gift--a pussy-scented
rock, sat proudly atop my dresser.

   Some of you might think, with my natural penchant for stalking, that I
would haunt the Van Horn's home.  But I didn't.  I had made a deal with
them and they had lived up to it.  They apparently didn't need me anymore
and I stayed away.

   The semester had ended and I was no longer in Cynthia Van Horn's
Humanities class.  I saw her almost daily in the halls but she didn't see
me and I did not approach her.  I didn't see Edwin Van Horn at all.  He was
probably holed up in his office shuffling papers and dealing with problem
students who hadn't boned his wife.  For my part, I had entered into Math,
Finance and Computer classes and finally resorted to taking my required
Physical Education Classes.  I had a deep-seated aversion to Physical
Education.  All the team sports and organized activities bothered me.  I
didn't mind the team concept; I just wanted to pick and lead my own team.

   I was in my last hour of school, shooting lazy baskets in the free time
part of Physical Education when I was approached by Mr.  Collins, the
Physical Education Teacher.  He had bothered me the first few days about
joining his basketball team until I finally laid down the law to him.  He
had gone away with quite the unattractive scowl on his face.  I had very
low hopes about what my grade would be in this class regardless of my
athletic ability.  When he approached me this time, I had figured he wanted
to try once more to get through to me.  I thought idly about the clichés he
would use.  He usually spoke almost entirely in sports clichés.  He wore
sweatsuits and was one of those guys whose fat goes entirely to their gut.
He protruded quite a bit there.  It was hard to believe he had once played
on a state championship high school team in the time when dinosaurs ruled
the earth.  I nailed a perfect twenty-footer from the baseline as he
approached.  Nothing but net.  That would piss him off.  He was flanked as
usual by his fawning players.  He pulled a hall pass out of his pocket and
handed it to me.  "You gotta appointment with your counselor," he said
flatly and walked away.

   I looked at the hall pass.  I had an appointment with Counselor Van
Horn. Huh.  I took a drink of water at the luke-warm drinking fountain and
headed down two miles of hallway until I got to Administration.  Mrs. 
Crawford, Ed's dumpy secretary, checked my look out when I handed her the
pass.  She picked up the phone and intercommed into Ed's office, and then
told me I could go in.

   Edwin opened the door as I approached it and motioned me to a chair.  He
spoke briefly with Mrs.  Crawford, checking on the status of her work and
then released her for the day.  She seemed only too glad to leave the
mounds of work that lay on her desk.  She grabbed her coat and purse and
vanished.  I sprawled casually in the chair opposite Ed's desk and waited.
He shuffled back into his office and slouched behind his authority desk. 
His desk, conversely, was almost bare.  We stared at each other idly for
awhile until I had to smile.  And Edwin loosened up.

   "How have you been, Damien?  Keeping out of trouble, I hope?" he asked
me conversationally.

   "I'm okay.  I started some interesting classes and I hit the library
almost every day," I answered, wondering where this was leading.

   "Starting your program to take over the world?" he asked jovially,
searching my face.

   "Pretty much," I answered glibly.  "You don't believe I could?"

   "It wouldn't surprise me, Damien.  Not after everything that's
happened," he answered me quietly.  He watched me silently, and I could
hear the gears in his head whirring as he considered the best way to
approach whatever the next subject would be.  He cleared his throat several
times.  I waited on him.

   "First off, uh..  I...  we wanted to thank you again for the nice gifts
you left us.  And the money," Edwin amended.  I just stared back at him as
he struggled for words.  Edwin obviously expected me to answer and he
struggled for words when I didn't speak.  "We...  our deal is done, right?
All paid up?  On an even footing so to speak?" I nodded in the affirmative.
Edwin's face turned red and I knew he was turning into his subject.  As his
mouth opened to gush out more words, a small knock came at the door.  He
croaked for the person outside to come in.

   And my pretty little teacher came in.  My Cynthia walked in and stood
behind her husband's desk.  She gave me a shy smile and said, "Hi, Damien."
I nodded to her agreeably.  Ed's wife was dressed for cheerleader practice.
Wearing some baggy shorts and a sweatshirt with the Clinton High School
logo on it.  A Brahma bull or something.  Those magnificent breasts covered
by sweatshirt.  To keep the high school boys at bay.  And Cynthia Van Horn
guessed correctly that her husband hadn't broached the subject yet and that
her knock had come early.  She flushed and gripped the back of his chair.
Edwin's voice went up a notch.

   "Dear, I was just telling Damien here that we thank him again for those
gifts.  I was going to mention that we're going to start our own family
pretty soon..." Cynthia Van Horn didn't answer her husband.  She just kind
of stared off at a point on the wall behind my head.  Edwin forged ahead
helplessly.  "Damien tells me that we are even.  Passed the test, so to
speak." It was his second use of 'so to speak' in the last minute.  "Uh...
Damien, based on that, and the fact that you have left us alone--I'd, uh...
we would like to ummm.....make a proposal.  He foundered at looked at me
for feedback.

   "Go ahead, Mr.  Van Horn.  I'm listening." I stared idly at Cynthia Van
Horn who was making a conscious effort to leave her embarrassed body and
float out of the room.

   "We, uh...  might find it acceptable to...offer you an invitation to our
home some time....on our terms, you understand," Edwin stammered.

   "Your terms?" I questioned.

   "Yes, on our terms," Edwin said precisely.

   "I guess I don't understand.  You would invite me back to your home?"

   "Yes.  That's right," my counselor said.

   "Under your terms?"

   "Definitely.  Under our terms, definitely."

   "Well, what are your terms?"

   "Uh...  our terms are...  uh...  well, nothing in public or in school.
That would be a term, I guess.  And nothing violent.  No hitting or force.
Things like that." Edwin peered at me to gauge my reaction before he went
on.  Cindy lowered her face to cast short glances between we and her
husband.  Watching our negotiation.

   "What else?  I mean, I know you guys must have talked about this before
you called me in.  What else?", I prodded gently.

   "Well...  no drug use anymore.  And no one else.  Just the three of us.
And, well, we just play by our rules."

   I looked at Cindy, who turned away guiltily.  "You two are going to have
a baby?"

   She nodded briefly in my direction.  "I'm off the Pill.  Edwin and I
will start a family," she said quietly.  I addressed Edwin.

   "I'm glad things are working out for you guys.  And I would like to
visit you at your invitation from time to time.  I guess I wouldn't be
calling the shots though, right?"

   Edwin gushed.  "No, Damien, maybe I'm not making this clear enough.  We
will have certain rules of course.  I hate to have to say this.  We... 
enjoyed...  aspects of this situation.  Certain things we had to do. 
Understand?  So within specified guidelines, you would still have a range
of...  activities that we could do at your request.  Things we've done
before and maybe some new things too.  You could call some shots."

   "Lactation?", I asked.  "Could we do milk fun?"

   Edwin reddened even further.  "I...  don't see why not.  Honey?", he
addressed his wife standing behind his chair.

   "We could try that," she answered faintly, looking down at the mounds on
her chest.

   "Okay.  How should we seal this deal?" I asked, my cock hardening in my
shorts.

   Edwin glanced around nervously and licked his lips.  "What are you
suggesting?"

   "I know it would violate your 'no school zone' policy but how about some
action?  Right here and right now.  A one-time good deal before we agree on
an arrangement.  What do you say?"

   His wife leaned down and whispered into his ear.  He nodded.  "How about
you step out for a minute, Damien.  We'll call you back in."

   I arose and walked out, closing the door behind me.  While I waited, I
glanced through some student files on Mrs.  Crawford's cluttered desk. 
Within five minutes, Edwin opened the door and beckoned me in.  Once
inside, I found his wife still standing behind his desk chair.  With her
shorts off.  Her slim hips and short blonde pubis visible to me as I craned
head to watch her.  She was still wearing that sweatshirt.  But naked down
below.

   "Take your shorts off and lay on the floor," she commanded me.  And I
didn't mind being ordered around if I could have some of that pussy.  I was
tired of smelling that pussy-scented rock in my bedroom.  I shucked my
shorts and underwear off and kicked them away.  While Edwin watched, I lay
down on the thinly carpeted cement floor.  The floor was hard as a rock. 
Hard as my cock which jutted vertically above my abdomen.  I watched as
Cindy came around the desk and straddled me with her beautiful derriere
facing my groin and her face above me.  Then she eased herself down onto my
hips.  I felt her pussy rub wetly on my thigh before she scooted up and
kissed me on the lips.  Her eyes closed.  An invitation.  She settled
herself on my stomach and we soul-kissed passionately.  It was nice.  She
had only voluntarily kissed me once before.  And I had to ask her to do it
that time.  This was nice.  She rubbed her groin lightly on my stomach as
we kissed.  I felt her short pussy hair rubbing against my stomach.  She
let out small moans as we kissed.  And when I heard Edwin lower himself
down near my waist and take me into his mouth, I almost came right there.
My guidance counselor took me into his mouth and sucked me while his wife
and I kissed.  He forced his face onto my prod, taking me in deeply and
giving off his own wet, little moans.  In that activity we stayed for
awhile; my teacher kissing and rubbing against me while my guidance
counselor fellated me.  I could have come that way, given time.  Instead,
my teacher pulled off me, her eyes opening mischievously and she lifted up
off me.  I watched as her precious ass came into my view as she rotated
position.  Then her hindquarters dropped gently onto my face and my five
senses got a ride on the Pussy Encounter.  I buried my tongue in my
teacher, her insides warm and tasty.  My nose was buried within an inch of
her brown bunghole, whose depths I had plumbed repeatedly during our
relationship.  It smelled clean.  My Cindy was not content to rest her sex
above!  my face, She dropped it on me and rubbed up and down my face while
I laid some heavy tongue onto her.  I felt her fingernails tracing lightly
on my balls and then the mouth on my penis changed.  From Edwin's to
Cindy's.  She took me into her mouth and gave me some of her wet mouthwork.
I was in seventh heaven, buried in her crotch.  Licking from her asshole to
her clitoris as she moved on me.  Soon she began really racing over my
face, suffocating me in her wet snatch and rubbing hard on my nose.  With
her whole weight slapped on my face she came, gasping and plunging on me. I
was afraid she would break my nose, and I was barely able to breath for
awhile.  My face was awash in her juices as she orgasmed strongly.  Finally
she pulled her clam off my face.  I panted lightly.  I could see her pussy
and butthole clench slightly as she went through her aftershocks.  She rose
unsteadily to her feet.

   "Stand up," she ordered me.  I got up off the carpet.  My teacher and
guidance counselor were kneeling in front of me.  Cindy took my cock in her
hand and pulled me to them.  They began licking my penis, while Cindy
stroked me lightly.  It was quite the erotic sight and I reveled in it. 
They gave me a complete tongue bath, hefting and swabbing my balls--each
even taking one into their mouth and sucking gently.  I could see that
Edwin Van Horn had fished his member out of his pants and was stroking off
as he licked me.  Finally Cindy gave him a nudge and he disappeared behind
me.  Cindy looked up at me.  "Grab the back of my head and fuck my face."

   I gave her no time to change her mind.  I put my hands on the back of my
teacher's head and pulled her mouth onto my cock.  All the way.  Past the
point where she was usually comfortable.  I buried myself in her gullet,
waiting for her to gag on me.  But she didn't try to free herself.  Her
lips were pressed against my groin.  I pulled her head back off and then
plunged into her again.  This time I heard a little gag from her but she
didn't pull away.  Her mouth was warm and tight on me.  I started to
mouthfuck her pulling her face onto my cock.  And she complied.  I buried
myself in her repeatedly, luxuriating in the back of her throat.  Even I
wasn't prepared for Edwin, who parted my buttcheeks with his hands and
applied his tongue to my asshole.  Wild feeling.  The husband probing my
ass with his tongue as I pulled her face onto my cock.  Don't blame me for
coming fast.  I couldn't hold out.  I shot ropy wads of my jism into my
pretty little teacher's mouth.  That got a small rise out of her.  Her eyes
bugged out in receipt of my offering and she backed off until only my
cockhead was buried in her.  With her husband's tongue buried up my
backside I squirted and squirted into her accepting mouth.  Giving up my
own little groans and trying to push into her face.  Edwin gave up on my
tightly clenched asscheeks.  He edged back around to my side and watched
his wife as I finished in her.  I stepped back and she released me from her
mouth, her eyes gazing proudly up at me.  Edwin crowded close to her and
she opened her mouth.  Displayed her mouth to us.  We could see my load
glistening on her tongue and teeth.  She leaned in towards Edwin and he
took her in his arms.  They kissed and kissed, sharing my ejaculate.  I
watched in amazement.  What a show.  I noticed that Edwin's right hand was
a mess.  He had worked himself off in his hand.  Good for him.  Finally,
they broke off their sloppy kiss.

   "Do we have the basis for an agreement, Damien?" my pretty little
teacher panted to me.

   I looked down at them somewhat fondly.  "I think that we do, Teacher.  I
think that we do..."



   The End of Teacher Passes the Test, Part 10 of 10, All Good Things Have
to Come up Your End.