She stood up, satisfied and happy. Alan had shown he had significant sexual stamina, which was very nice, and she felt good from showing off her obviously excellent cocksucking ability. She didn't hate deep throating, but she didn't really enjoy it either, because it had its uncomfortable aspects. Still, she loved the fact that she could wow him with her deep-throating technique. She felt it had been worth the effort just for the look on his astounded post-orgasmic face.
She asked boastfully, "Now tell me, young man, can your girlfriend do that?"
"No," he admitted between heavy, labored breaths. "You were... amazing!" He stared at her bug-eyed while she just smiled and smirked.
He realized that of all his recent blowjobs, the only ones that came close were those of Suzanne's, and even she couldn't compare. It sounded corny, but he felt like her mouth and his dick had some kind of special connection. Deep throating was a completely different thing, and he was astounded at how good she was at it. His brain reeled as he considered that he might be enjoying her oral skills on a regular basis from now on.
He thought about his teacher's "girlfriend" comment, and concluded that she was referring to Kim. "Actually, she's not my girlfriend. I don't really have a girlfriend. She's more of a lesbian than anything. That was just a weird moment of passion. I don't know what it means for the future, but I don't think of her in that way. That's why I didn't tell you."
She was very glad to hear that. "Good!" She was extremely eager to please him, which was why she'd shown off her deep throating and other cocksucking skills from the very start. She knew it was kind of irrational, since the odds were enormous that he'd be over the moon just doing anything intimate with her whatsoever. But she was feeling conflicted over the wisdom of what she was doing, and she didn't want there to be even the slightest chance that this daring gamble of hers would not succeed.
Besides, she felt like she was in competition with Suzanne Pestridge for his affections. She felt she couldn't compete with Suzanne's outstanding beauty; nobody could. Even comparing herself to Suzanne's great sexual skill was daunting. The redhead looked like she was born to fuck, and his Wednesday description of her blowjob suggested that her talent actually matched her looks, incredibly enough.
So now that she was coming off her erotic high, she more or less put Suzanne out of her mind and concentrated on the more threatening and presumably easier to beat competition at school. That meant Kim, since she didn't know or even suspect he could be involved with more than one girl at a time. "Well then. Since you don't have a girlfriend, I want you here every day after school to get your treatment. And that's a requirement to pass my class, young man!"
She smiled broadly. She was confident after that blowjob that she'd blown Kim out of the water, in more ways than one.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead, and still struggled to get his breathing under control. He was puzzled that Ms. Rhymer was the one who'd been doing all the work and struggling with breathing since her mouth had been stuffed with cock, and yet she wasn't sweating or gasping like he was.
He waited until he could talk more freely, and then he replied, "Ms. Rhymer, please, don't even say that. I think I'm going to die. Seriously!"
"Call me Glory already."
"Glory." He had a minor tingle of pleasure as he recalled her saying those exact words while her mouth was stuffed with cock. "That was like... death, but in a good way, if that makes sense. You show me pleasure I didn't even think was possible, and then you say we're going to do it every day? With you? The woman I've been dreaming about for so long? Do you have any idea how many nights I've fallen asleep after masturbating, thinking about you?" He added with genuine wide-eyed amazement, "I can't believe this is happening!"
She was very happy. He was saying all the right things and making her feel that maybe she wasn't a complete idiot for seducing one of her students. "It's not quite as good as that. Deep throating isn't exactly easy, and it isn't as pleasurable for me as regular cocksucking. I'm afraid we'll have to save that for special occasions." She grinned. "Sorry, you'll just have to put up with my plain old cocksucking on a daily basis. We can meet after school like this. Who will be the wiser?"
"Oh no! How horrible!" he joked. But then, more seriously, he said, "Um, I can't, uh, actually be with you every day after school." Alan thought of his plans to go to Kim's house with his sister every Monday and Thursday, for starters.
She was very surprised.
He scrambled to think of a better excuse than "there are times I'd like to fuck my sister." It was hard to think though, after what he'd just been through, not to mention that she still stood topless in front of him. "God knows I'd love to! Some days I can, but it would be better during lunch, Ms. Rhymer. I don't know if that's possible for you, though."
"Please, don't call me Ms. Rhymer. Didn't I make that clear? Don't you think we know each other well enough now to be on a first-name basis?"
"Sorry, uh, Gloria."
"Call me Glory. That's what my close friends call me."
"Glory." He tried out the new word experimentally, since he was seriously thinking of calling her that from now on. It made him smile, because he began to sing:
"Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind the door with a loaded forty-four
Now she ain't my teach no more!"
They both laughed. "Battle Hymn of the Republic, you know," he pointed out. They both were familiar with the kid's variation to the famous song.
"The first two lines are good, but I don't like the last two," she kidded.
"I don't either. Let's see. Maybe we can come up with something better." He sang again:
"Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
We did it on the floor of a beat up four-by-four
And now I bang her on the door!"
"Much better," she said with a laugh. "You're so clever. What a shame I don't own a four-by-four. And as for that last line, well..." She thought about her boyfriend Garth, not to mention the huge risk she was taking and all of the things that could go wrong. "We'll have to see how things go. Someday, perhaps."
She grew more serious. "Look. I don't know WHAT I'm doing. This is pretty crazy. I'm a teacher and you're a student, obviously, but that means a normal relationship is out of the question. Frankly, I don't know what's going to happen with us. For now, let me help you with your problem. Let's keep it simple and save questions about what this all means for later."
He was secretly very glad to hear that. Had the two of them become intimate a few months earlier, before everything happened with Suzanne, Susan, Katherine, and the others, he would have leapt at the chance to be exclusive with her. But now that had all changed and he couldn't imagine going back to asexual relationships with his other lovers.
He realized he was lucky in one important respect: the danger inherent in a relationship between teacher and student actually worked in his favor, making it impossible for them to have a normal (and thus presumably exclusive) relationship.
In fact, it dawned on him that while she was giving him a hard time about being with Kim, she knew about his intimacy with Suzanne and wasn't saying anything about that at all. He found that very encouraging indeed, because he didn't want to be forced to choose between his dream-come-true "Surfer Girl" and the other amazing women in his life.
She looked around, and added, "Did you notice this room is actually pretty ideal for fooling around? The door locks and the walls are pretty soundproof. Plus, we're on the second floor, and with the trees in the way, no one can look in from outside. Maybe we should try out your door idea someday when the hallways are full, and see if anyone notices!"
He chuckled gleefully. "And here you won't even let me touch your breasts."
She thought about how he'd given her boobs a good fondle before managing to strip her from the waist up. But she did realize he hadn't really gotten a chance to fondle her there after most of her clothes came off. "Well, since you insist, we can do that... next time."
He pouted, "Aaaaawww. Next time?"
She chuckled. "Give you an inch and you take a mile. Look at you. You're still doubled over, recovering, and you're not even aroused. Let's save that for when we'll both enjoy it more."
He replied, "Not aroused? Believe me, I am VERY aroused! Just because my dick isn't up for more fun, that doesn't mean anything. Just being here with you, like this... wow! It means so much to me. I'm so happy that I really want to cry! And if I were any more aroused, well... I'd be REALLY aroused! My dick would probably fly off and soar up to Heaven!"
She laughed happily at his inability to articulate his feelings, because it showed her effect on him. She particularly loved that her blowjob had blown his mind to such a degree that he still looked dazed and shell-shocked. It was obvious from his reactions that he had very strong feelings for her that included lust but went well beyond that. "We don't want that. I very much want to keep your penis attached to you." She laughed some more.
"Me too, believe me!"
Returning to their earlier topic, she pointed out, "Your lunch idea presents some problems. I realize that's when I could really help you the most, since Suzanne Pestridge helps you before school and when you get home sometimes, I assume. But people could get suspicious if you were in my room during lunch every day with the door locked."
He pointed out, "But everybody already knows that I stay after class and talk to you during lunch anyway."
"That's true, but it's usually only for five to ten minutes at most. The door generally stays open."
Now that he had recovered further, his clever mind was getting back on track. He tried to cover for his earlier faux pas in shooting down her idea to meet every day after school. "Okay, here's what I'm thinking. The reason I'm not so keen on meeting after school isn't because I have somewhere better to be. It's just that it would be super suspicious. You and I already hang out a lot during lunch, even if it is only for ten minutes or so. We should work with that."
Seeing her interest, he continued, "We should vary it up. We can meet after school some days, and during lunch on other days. And maybe not meet at all some days, because that could raise too many suspicions if we meet every day. Thank God the door can be set to lock when it closes."
He thought as he ogled her partially nude body, Dang! Nice tits! My teacher's tits! This is so sweet! This isn't happening! I've gotta be the luckiest kid alive. I'm here with Ms. Rhymer! Oops, I mean Glory. Hell, even the fact that she finally lets me call her 'Glory' makes me happy and horny! That's proof that our relationship has totally changed.
He gazed at her gorgeous, fit figure like a total idiot, blinded by beauty. It occurred to him that they'd assumed from the start that they'd want to meet every school day if possible. That showed how much they both wanted each other. She wants me! She's, like, got a crush on me or something. ME! That's like Eric Clapton wanting to come to my house to jam, even though I play guitar like crap. It doesn't make any sense. But then again, look what's been happening to me recently with women in general. Maybe I have a lot more sex appeal than I thought?!
Realizing she was expecting him to say more, he said, "Then, on other days, we can hang out and talk during lunch as we always do with the door open, so people will think sometimes the door just happens to close and sometimes it doesn't. On some of those days, hopefully we can meet after school in your room and take more time. 'Cos after all, we both have to still eat lunch, and the lunch period isn't that long."
"I think I have a new item on my menu," said Glory in a saucy tone she'd never used around him before. "It's called a Sperm Shake. Very high in protein, and with a surprisingly sweet flavor. I can still taste it!" She leaned her head back and made lewd gurgling noises.
She was joking around, but she was genuinely impressed with the taste of his cum. Not only did she not mind it, she actually found it delicious.
Alan was shocked, insofar as he paid attention to anything other than her boobs. She'd always acted like a lady; he didn't expect her to be so sexually frank. "Ms. Rhymer! I mean Glory!"
"You thought I was prim and proper, didn't you? Well I have a whole other side." She was completely naked from the waist up, but seemed surprisingly unself-conscious about it. She even thrust her chest out a little bit.
"I kinda guessed, though it's still a surprise to see," said Alan. "When I've seen you on the beach it's like you're a totally different person. You know, we all call you 'Surfer Girl' behind your back."
His thoughts drifted to mental images he had of seeing Glory surf the waves even as his eyes remained locked on her chest, imagining her surfing naked.
"I know, and I don't mind at all." Referring to the nickname of one of the other teachers, she pointed out, "It's much better than calling Mr. Farnburton 'Mr. Farmbottom'!"
They laughed together.
She continued, "Maybe one of these days you'll just have to bump into 'Surfer Girl' accidentally-on-purpose at the beach. I'd like that." She winked. "Who knows, maybe I could help you with your special problem on the beach." She gazed knowingly at his flaccid penis.
"I'd like that very much too." He found himself horny all over again, over and above his already-existing arousal. He mentally pictured himself fucking her on the beach sands, even as he enjoyed the reality of her topless beauty right in front of him. "I've had some pretty amazing fantasies about you, but the reality is soooo much better."
But then he remembered what else he had to do. "Unfortunately, right now I've got to roll," he said ruefully.
"So soon? I thought we were just getting started!" she pouted.
He thought, Oh, man! What a temptation! How can I possibly leave this?! Even though my dick isn't hard, she'll have me going again in a couple of minutes for sure.
She cupped her boobs and thrust them out towards him. "Are you going to run home to Mrs. Pestridge's bigger boobs instead?" Then she pinched her nipples, as if to entice him to suck on them. She knew she shouldn't let herself feel jealous about what he was doing with Suzanne, but she couldn't completely stop herself from making that bitter comment.
He groaned in lusty frustration. "It's not that! I'd love to stay here for hours and hours, but I have no choice. I've got a medical appointment. It's about my treatment." He began to put on his clothes.
"Oh. Well, then. That can't be helped. And sorry again about the spanking. But like I said, it was somehow necessary. In some ways I was tricking myself as much as you, so I wouldn't chicken out. Anyway, I'm sure we can find ways for me to make it up to you."
Her voice turned sultry as she sensuously licked her lips. "I might just need to work on my deep throating some more, for instance. I might just have to suck on your cock quite a lot, as my way to say I'm sorry. Would you like that?"
He shook his head in disbelief. "WOW! You know I'm not brain-damaged. Though I might be if you keep giving me blowjobs like that one. So I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer."
She smiled happily and so did he. "See you on Monday, especially at lunch, if you know what I mean!"
"Definitely! And the spanking wasn't bad at all. In fact, it made me all horny, as you knew it would. But since you were so naughty with me, maybe I'll just have to give YOU the spanking next time!"
"Maybe you will," she agreed gleefully.
He waved and walked out.
He thought, This rocks! Man, having this energy problem is the best thing that ever happened to me, no question! Suddenly everyone wants to help me with my orgasm treatment. Everyone! Heck, maybe I could even get Christine to help? ... Nah, there's a limit to even my luck. But still. Wow! Ms. Rhymer is a real firecracker!
Alone, Glory thought to herself, What have I done? Glory, you are a very, very foolish woman. You're skating on thin ice. Razor-thin ice. There are so many reasons why that was not a smart thing to do, including what my boyfriend would think. Soon to be ex-boyfriend, I suspect. And there's my job. I'm gonna lose my job for sure, with the way things are going. If I don't, it'll be a miracle. But, to be completely honest, I'd do it all over again. My Alan! He's mine! It breaks my heart that he's so active with Mrs. Pestridge, because I could be falling head over heels for him!
Even the very perceptive Glory didn't realize just how many other women she had as competition.
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