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

Written by Shakespeare_I._Aint

(m/MF, everything)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Edwin?" my little Cindy asked in alarm.

"Me," I said flatly.�

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In class she had a bad day, losing her train of thought repeatedly during her lecture.� After class, several of her little cheerleader students stayed behind to see if she was all right.� She was all right.� It was just a little case of Test Anxiety.

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End of Teacher Passes the Test, Part 8 of 10, Now That's Entertainment! by Shakespeare_I._Aint.

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Teacher Passes the Test Parts 1-10 by Shakespeare_I._Aint

Part One:� It Was Worth Breaking In

Part Two:� Mr. Teacher's Wild Ride

Part Three:� Who Sleeps On The Wet Spot?

Part Four:� Nothing Like a Facial to Tighten up those Pores

Part Five:� Kind Of Slutty For a Cheerleader...

Part Six:� Spare The Rod And Spoil the Teacher

Part Seven: What Have You Been Eating?

Part Eight: Now That's Entertainment!

Part Nine: Walk This Way

Part Ten: All Good Things Have To Come Up Your End

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