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Alan's erection came back with a vengeance as the time left in the class hour slowly ran out. He knew for sure that as soon as the other students were gone, he'd be on Glory like a wild man.
Glory knew it too. If he wasn't planning on doing that already, she probably was ready to tackle him before he went out the door. Her excitement started to grow as time ran out too. She tried not to show up, but there were signs in her face.
Alan read those subtle signs and grew more excited. Then Glory read his subtle signs and grew more excited too. It was a positive feedback loop.
The school bell eventually rang, signaling to both of them that her class had mercifully come to an end.
Alan and Glory were so aroused that they could hardly contain themselves. They waited anxiously until all the other students had left. Then they flew at each other and kissed passionately.
To Alan's surprise, Glory exclaimed, "You're so good to me!"
That really surprised him, because he thought she'd complain. But he didn't reply and just kissed her some more. Their hands were busy, and while the kissing still continued they both somehow managed to get some of each other's clothes off.
Then Glory suddenly pulled away and said, "God, that was an insane class! You've made my pussy red hot, like a scalding bar of iron straight from the forge. It burns to touch it! Please, put out the fire! Put it out!"
He knelt down in front of where she stood and put his face up next to her pussy. He found that what she'd said had a lot of truth to it, because her pussy was radiating a surprising amount of real heat. His face was actually warmed just by being near it.
He leaned in closer and began licking. With his tongue on her clit, he spread her pussy lips even more so that he could slide a finger in alongside her vibrator, stretching her even more tightly until he found her G-spot. He frantically licked and frigged her on her two most sensitive spots.
It was more than she could take after everything that had happened that day. She came within seconds, and came hard. For a moment, her pussy gushed at Brenda-esque levels. She thundered through the intensely powerful climax, her entire body vibrating as if she was a large bell that he'd just struck. The only thing was that she forced herself not to make much noise. But the reminder that she had to stay quiet because she was having sex with him in her classroom helped send her orgasm to an even higher level.
She was so overcome that she actually lost control of her body and fell hard onto the floor before he could react and brace her fall. Luckily, she wasn't hurt.
She just lay where she fell, panting hard. She was completely oblivious to the temporary pain, while the pleasure centers of her brain flooded everything else from her awareness. When she finally recovered something of herself, she looked up at him, as if for the first time, and saw him standing naked above her with his massive erection towering over her head.
"Young man," she said with a wry smile, "what do you have there? Is that a monstrously huge cock poking me in the face, or are you just happy to see me?" She giggled at that, and he did too.
Then she said, "But seriously, it looks like you've seen to my needs and I've forgotten all about yours. What should we do about that?" She licked her lips seductively. Since her pussy was filled with the Televibe, she had a blowjob on her mind.
He replied, "Whatever we do, let's make it last. As excited as I am right now, I doubt I'll be able to get it up again before lunch is over. That's just the feeling I have."
He didn't want to explain why, but the truth was he was still suffering a kind of orgasmic hangover from the poker party, fucking Brenda, and then fucking Xania, all within a short time frame. Plus, he knew he'd have a lot more sex later in the day, and he needed to pace himself.
He suggested, "Let's do a role-play. We haven't done one of those in days, and it'll help make the fun last through lunch."
"We've done far too little in days, my favorite young man. By the way, before I get too carried away with your cock, remind me that we can never get that carried away during class! That was far too reckless!"
"Agreed. I'm really sorry."
She simply nodded. She figured they'd talk more about that later. Right now, she had a powerful erotic hunger that needed to be satisfied. Suddenly, a strange look came over her face. "I've had a certain role-play in mind for a couple of days now. I'd like to surprise you with it."
He was pleased. "Surprise away."
"Okay. You'll have to turn around and close your eyes. But first, can you... Am I allowed to take it out? You know, the big one? Otherwise, how will you fit in?" They both knew that she was referring to the larger of the two Televibes.
He considered her request, and then answered, "No. Not yet. When I'm ready to enter you, only then. Your holes must be filled constantly today. No exceptions."
"You're so mean," she pouted, but she did as he said and kept it in. "My holes are killing me, you know. This fuck is going to be an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain. But first, hide yourself. I'm going to go get the costume."
So Alan closed his eyes and turned his back.
Glory wasn't very long getting changed. She wasn't wearing any clothes to change out of, and what she took out of her supply closet was easy to slip on. She wasn't sure about the idea behind this role-play, and the Televibe was distracting her so much that she considered doing something else. But it was something she'd thought out and arranged the night before, so she decided she might as well go through with it.
"Ready yet?" he asked with some anxiousness. He was really looking forward to more role-playing with her. Just going a couple of days without their games seemed far too long.
"Almost. You'll have to visualize the setting, as I don't have many props. Okay. I'm starting now." Her voice changed subtly and she nearly yelled, "Son, is that you? I'm over in the kitchen, doing the dishes!" It was as if she was shouting from across a house.
He opened his eyes. He noticed the room was much darker now - she'd obviously closed the curtains. He saw her standing with her back to him. She was up against the chalkboard, but her hands were moving as if she were washing dishes. She wore nothing but an apron. He could see all of her back and ass, and a lot of one of her tits in profile. Despite the sexy sight, he felt a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He was overwhelmed by fear and horror as he realized what she was doing. She's role-playing a mother. A mother! She hates incest! There's no way this is a normal role-play - this is a test! She must have suspicions about me and this is how she thinks she's going to find out! I can't let her. I can't let her see my face, or I'll give it away!
"Well?" she asked impatiently. Something in her voice also disturbed him.
He quickly closed the distance to her, figuring that if he was right behind her, she couldn't turn to see him. He put his hands on her ass cheeks and aggressively caressed them. He got down on his knees and nearly buried his face in her ass crack as well, to make sure she couldn't see his expression. But then he decided that wasn't necessary and just kept his face an inch or so above her ass cheeks. He trusted in his steady hands and steady voice, but he knew his face must be burning with a heavy blush. Given her attitude on incest, he feared it would be all over if she got even one look at him.
He said, "I absolutely love your ass in this apron, Glory, but what's with this 'son' stuff? Obviously you can't be pretending to be a mother because I know how much you hate the whole incest idea. You must be a maid. That's sexy. Did you know I used to have a maid who called me 'son' when I was little?" In fact he didn't, but he hoped she'd buy it.
She asked, again in a voice that didn't seem playful, "So you don't even like the idea of incest in a fantasy? Can't one fantasize about anything? It's not like it's real life."
She thought about turning to gauge his reaction, but she was afraid to see. Not only was she fearful that she might not like his response, but she was anxious to get fucked and didn't want anything to ruin it. Xania's advice to Alan to keep Glory so constantly filled with the Televibe or his cock that she was too distracted to suspect anything was paying dividends even during this challenge she was giving him.
"What was that? I'm sorry, but I'm having a hard time concentrating. The fact is, now that the initial burst after class is over, I've got something on my mind that's bothering me so much that not even this magnificent ass can distract me. I've got some really bad news."
She finally tried to turn and look at him.
However, he buried his face in her ass crack so she couldn't see his redness. "No, let me give you pleasure to balance out your pain." He licked right at her anus. His tongue pushed at her asshole while the egg-shaped vibrator kept right on lightly buzzing away deeper inside her.
She couldn't help but moan with pleasure from what he was doing to her, but inside she was torn. Now it was her turn to get a horrible sinking feeling. I knew it! He's sleeping with his mother! Probably her AND his sister! I've seen them both and they're both so remarkably attractive, and he's so very virile, handsome, and confident. And with his treatment, it was inevitable. But he's gone too far. Too far! His own family? I can't bear it. I can't even imagine how I can look him in the eye ever again! It's too-
Her thoughts were interrupted by his words. "It's Heather. You know, Heather Morgan, the head cheerleader I've been sleeping with?"
"Heather? Yes? She's in one of my classes. What about her?" She was puzzled. Am I wrong about my suspicions? Please tell me I'm wrong, Alan! His bad news is about Heather? Her quick mind flashed to the strange confrontation she'd had with Heather two days before.
"Yes. Her. I found out just an hour before class that she's been spreading rumors about you all over school. Horrible rumors. It pains me to say this, but she's been telling people that I've gotten you pregnant. She says you're either going to have to quit teaching or have an abortion."
He slid up her body so he could hug her from behind. His stiff pole naturally settled into the crack of her ass as though it belonged there, causing her to sigh and lean back against him. This new position cleverly gave him more time to wait for his blush to fade.
She remained in his arms for some time while she absorbed this, but then she suddenly squirmed out of his grasp and stomped across the room. She stared out the window for a few moments.
Alan could see that her hands were tightened into fists and her whole body was tensed up, as if she was about to explode.
She dramatically turned back around and strode right up to him. With a voice filled with menace and tension, she said in low, quiet tones, "Why? Tell me why she said this."
He could look her in the eyes now, and did. He hoped that either his blush had faded or she was so preoccupied that she wouldn't notice. "There's more. She also claims that your boyfriend mistreats you and passes you around to all his friends. She wants to destroy your reputation."
She spun on her heels and strode back to the window. She raised her arms as if she was going to punch something, but then in an act of great self-control, she slowly lowered them again. "Is that all she says? The joke's on her! I don't even have a fucking boyfriend anymore!"
"What?" He was confused. He knew she had been drifting apart from her long-term boyfriend Garth for several weeks now, but he thought they were still together. "But I thought that you... You and he..."
She twirled back in his direction. "Fuck! I was going to tell you at a special time, but now Heather's fucked that up too. That bitch! I'll fucking kill her! I'm so sorry to tell you like this, but it's true. He and I broke up over the weekend. That's one reason why I was so needy for you. How could I stay with him another day after the way you make me feel? But Heather! Arrrggh!"
She went storming off across the room again.
She was filled with righteous anger, but didn't know how to let go of it. She'd been raised with manners and believed a woman just didn't hit things or throw things or get destructive. She pumped her fists in the air and cried again, "Arrrggh!"
She came storming back up to Alan and looked him right in his face. "She knows about us. I figured that out two days ago. She came up to me and tried to play some kind of mind game. You and I really should have talked. She's trying to separate you from me, isn't she?"
"That's what I figure. The rumors started today. Apparently she's started rumors against Amy today as well. I ran into Heather an hour ago and told her, in so many words, to stop the rumors. But once they're out there they can never be completely stopped." He didn't have to mention that Amy was his official girlfriend because Glory knew that all too well. It was a sore subject with her.
Glory pulled away and stormed across the room again. "What the fuck? I don't mind the rumors that much; I can handle myself against some baseless rumors. What bothers me is what this means. This means WAR! If Heather wants to tangle, I'm gonna tangle! That FUCKING BITCH SLUT doesn't know who she's messing with!"
He crossed the room and caught up with Glory as she paced back and forth. He gripped her in a bear hug, and said, "It's all right. Let it out. Hit me on the back if it'll help."
Her voice said, "I can't do that," but her hands began hitting his back before those words had finished leaving her mouth. She rained punches on his back with her hands that had been wrapped around him the same way a petulant baby pounds its fists.
Her blows were surprisingly hard, and for a reason. Subconsciously, she wasn't just mad at Heather, she was mad at herself and Alan for putting her in the position where she could lose her job and her reputation due to a bitchy cheerleader. All of her worries and fears about her relationship with Alan came flooding out in her anger and her punches.
But then he kissed her roughly on the mouth and took her breath away. She found herself so overwhelmed with the kiss that she stopped her futile blows and found herself squeezing him with all her might as she kissed him back as if it was the last kiss she'd ever have the chance to make.
They kissed and hugged for several minutes until her surge of frustrated energy passed. She pulled back to make eye contact. She was gentle and soft with her words, yet still with an underlying angry edge, "Heather thinks she can take you away from me, does she? Well, she's wrong. Nothing can separate us. Nothing! Certainly not that fuckwad dipshit evil bimbo and her stupid tricks!"
Mere minutes earlier she'd been on the verge of breaking up with Alan over her incest suspicions, but now that was the last thing on her mind.
He asked, "What should we do, Glory? Let's figure something out. I'm sure that between you and me, we can-"
She interrupted, "Ah, fuck it! I'm in no mood to think. I'm so pissed. Not only that, but I'm incredibly horny! That was the greatest kiss ever. It makes me uncontrollably hot and bothered to know that you know just what to do with me. You knew when to let me rage and when to hold me. I really shouldn't let my pussy do my thinking for me, but you make me feel" - she paused for a deep breath - "so fucking good!"
The only word in that statement she whispered was "fucking." She said it as if it was the dirtiest word she'd ever uttered.
She reached down to his still stiff erection. "And I still haven't taken care of you. Let me give you the best deep throat ever!"
