Weekend Madness [ 4 / 4 ] 3.5K words
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"No. No! ... YES!" Glory turned around and leaned over a desk, sticking her ass out at a dramatic angle. She figured that if she couldn't let him fuck her ass, doggy-style would be at least similar. She reached back, found his cock, and helped push it in. "I'm such an evil slut that I can't help myself! Fuck me, whoever you said your name was!"
"The name's Alan, you stupid cow, but it doesn't matter because you're gonna see nothing but an endless blur of nerdy cocks in your cunt from now on." He accentuated the point by driving his penis into her.
"Okay! Sounds delish. I'm a horny slut who just can't get enough!" As if they were having a second conversation, she punctuated that statement by thrusting back at him with her hips. "I'll even take nerdy cocks if they're like yours!"
His role-play was proving cathartic. "Besides, you need to get fucked by a lot of nerdy cocks to make up for the way you treated us. You, and girls like you!"
Glory still gleefully channeled Heather. "I do! I do! I'm a terrible human being! I need to pay. I'm only good for fucking!"
She greatly enjoyed the extra, unusual sensations created by the anal vibrator. She made a decision that while she wasn't in favor of anal sex per se, anal vibrators definitely got a big thumbs up. She spoke passionately, but not too loudly, mindful of the location. "Fuck me hard, Albert!"
"'Albert?'"
"Sorry. Alfred, right? Deeper, Alfred, deeper!"
Alan laughed, because he figured out Glory was making fun of Heather's self-centeredness and pretending she couldn't remember his name.
She proceeded to call him just about every male name starting with A that she could think of, except for Alan. They both laughed a lot.
They fucked hard and fast for a while. Alan liked to take her anal dildo out and push it back in. She was so very aroused that she didn't object.
Glory had a very hard time not screaming at the top of her lungs, especially when he worked the anal dildo. She knew she couldn't scream though, given where they were.
They eventually came to rest, when he needed to catch his usual second wind.
She thought, Phew! So good! Alan is my man! First, he works me up into a lather with the Televibe, and now he brings it home with the real thing! I'll bet even queens and empresses don't get fucked this good. Bye, bye, Garth. You were a nice guy, but Alan makes my blood boil in the best possible sense. How do you like being outclassed in every way by a high school student?
At the same time, Alan thought while struggling for air, Man, I'm never going to see my desk in the same way again! What a trip, to have my teacher's tits slamming into the same spot where I'm usually writing out answers to her history tests!
A minute or two later, while still resting with his erection all the way inside her, he asked, "Did you choose this desk on purpose?"
"You know I did. Whenever I see you sitting in class, it's about all I can do not to walk right here and say, 'Class, for the rest of the period I'm going to give you a surprise quiz. Explain how the Renaissance got started or some crap like that. Whatever. Everyone that is, except for Alan Plummer. He has a special extra credit project. He's gonna fuck his teacher's pussy raw! Don't mind my screams, just do your work.'"
They laughed.
Alan said, "Awww, shucks. But I have so much to say about the start of the Renaissance, not to mention some other crap like that. And extra credit sounds to me like extra work."
They laughed some more.
He thought, Man, I'm on top of the world. Fucking my teach in the nude right after class is over, and on my desk no less, is such a natural high! And with any luck I'll be doing this until the end of the year. At least! He chuckled to himself.
As they were about to resume, Glory said in her normal voice, "That was fun being Heather. But now, I want you to show me how much you love me."
He began fucking her as she'd requested. The emotional mood switched gears accordingly, They were all gentle caresses and blowing into ears, whereas he had been madly slapping his balls against her thighs mere minutes earlier. But there still was the steady and long stroking and grinding that they both craved so much.
Strangely, Glory asked out of nowhere, "Young man, you wouldn't do ..." She stopped her hip thrusts for a moment while she searched for the right words. "You wouldn't do anything to disappoint me, would you?"
He immediately knew what she was indirectly getting at, even if she didn't know that he knew. The incest idea was back on her mind, but she was afraid to bring it up directly. The question was so vague that he could take it any way he wanted. He answered, "Glory, I used to be a complete goody-goody, but now I'm a bit of a bad kid. But I think that's one reason you love me, isn't it?"
She pondered that, and failed to answer. Instead, she said, "Just fuck me. Fuck me good."
He switched from making love to something much more vigorous and wanton. He was relieved she'd dropped her probing, but he knew it was only a temporary respite. She had her suspicions, and once she had suspicions about something, she was relentless until she found out what she wanted to know.
He kept fucking her hard until they were out of time. He finally let go and released a torrential flood of cum into her when he saw what time the clock showed.
He'd pushed his luck on the timing, so now they had to clean up quickly.
Glory knew nothing about the "cleaning" tradition he had at home. He had to clean up his privates the old-fashioned way. Luckily, she had some moist towelettes to help them get clean.
He asked as he pulled his shorts back on, "So, what are we going to do about Heather? I take it you cooled down some?"
She frantically changed clothes as well. "Yeah. I've cooled down, thanks to you. You really helped me blow off some steam. You know that's not the real me, but I feel like I can just let myself go and act out my normally suppressed feelings because you and I are so close. I'll refrain from doing anything overt for the moment, but she'll still regret crossing me."
He nodded.
"What do you see in her, anyway? Can the sex really be that great?"
"Well, it's different. Not great, just different. I can blow off steam just like you did and really get crazy with her. Anything goes."
She suggested, "I can be like that. We can do like we did today. I can be your substitute Heather. Then you can be completely rid of her poison and whatever hold she has on you."
"Yeah, but it's not the same. You don't deserve the kind of treatment she does, and you can only pretend to be her so many times. I guess I do kind of need her, in a way, some psychological way I don't understand. Maybe I'm weak about that."
Glory gave him an irritated look.
"I'm trying to pull away from her, I really am, but it isn't easy. Plus, how can you say 'anything goes' when you won't let me fuck you in the ass? I know it seems weird, but anal sex is the key to my relationship with her. First off, it feels really good, and I don't get a lot of chances to do anal. But also, I feel like I'm taming her inner bitch through fucking her ass, and maybe even helping her somehow by humbling her through doing that."
Glory scoffed, "Ha. Good luck! You're gonna need it. I think your penis will fall off long before you defeat her bitchiness. I mean, what kind of person spreads lies like that? So what if you and I are together? That's none of her business."
He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I know. But we know how she is. Look at the time. I've gotta run. I'm gonna see her after school and try to figure her out. I plan to give her hell for spreading lies. Then you and I can talk. We need a strategy to deal with her."
She stopped him before he left her reach, pulling him back to her and putting her hands on his chest. "Come straight back here after you finish with her. Please?"
He said guardedly, "It might take a while."
She grimaced. That's because he's going to fuck her too, I'm sure. God dammit! He'll probably rage-fuck her to get his anger out, like what he just did to me in our role-play, only more sincere and intense.
Still, she said, "I can wait. I really want to hear what happens."
She gave him a smoldering look, and added, "Plus, we can't forget this." She was fully dressed by this time, but she didn't have any panties on. (They were a soaked, rolled up ball of sodden fabric stuffed deep into her supply closet in the corner of the classroom.) She lifted up a leg so he could clearly see her pussy lips. "Aren't you forgetting something, young man?"
In fact, he had temporarily forgotten about their Televibe fun, but he pretended otherwise. He started looking around. "Where did they get to?"
They found her vaginal vibrator on the floor, still humming away. It had been thrown aside at the height of passion so he could enter her.
He'd also manipulated her anal vibrator, but that ended up remaining in place so it didn't need to be found. She continued to have zero interest in anal sex, but she remained beguiled by how much better the anal vibrator made their fucking feel. She decided that a little bit of anal play was okay.
He commented as he picked up the vaginal Televibe vibrator, "Just imagine what would happen if we forgot to pick this up and your next class saw it there."
"Don't remind me!" She shuddered, momentarily sobered by the thought. But then she added eagerly, "Just stuff me up!"
She thought to herself, What am I doing? Talk about letting passion take control of me. If Heather doesn't cause me to lose my job, I'm going to lose it another way, at the rate things are going. I really should stop. I need to put an end to this. Right now!
But her introspection and reluctance ended as soon as her eyes fell on what Alan was doing with the vibrator. He cleaned it off with some cloth, but he didn't use just any cloth; he made a point to go to her supply closet and dig out her panties. Then he ostentatiously wiped it with the soaked panties. He lubricated it with even more of her pussy juices, leaving it wetter than before. It wasted precious time, but he thought it was worth it for dramatic effect.
She stared at him in disbelief. Despite having just climaxed, her pussy tingled in approval.
He gave her panties a big whiff as if smelling a fine bouquet of flowers, and then stuffed them in his pocket. "You won't be needing these anymore. Why do history teachers even need panties to teach? Don't even bother wearing any tomorrow. Don't bother with a bra, either."
Glory trembled with excitement at his assertion of control over her underwear selection (or lack thereof). She practically danced from foot to foot in anticipation of getting stuffed again soon.
She was like putty in his hands now, and cooed sexily, "You'll have to come back and give me another inspection or I might just be a bad girl and leave my holes all empty and lonely while you're gone. I'll be waiting for you when you're done with Heather."
She thought, I can't believe I actually said that. I'd patiently wait for my turn while he's doing Heather?! We both know that while he may yell at her, he's gonna fuck her too. He'll probably come back here with his cock still covered in her skanky pussy juices.
I'm like his puppet on a string. He's controlling me with the Televibe, and now he wants to control my underwear too. I'm his teacher and he's my student. But he's taking control, and I'm liking it! I must be soft in the head. I should have stuck with Garth, safe and steady Garth. But Alan makes me feel so alive!
He replied. "I can come back here, but again, it might take a while. Oh, and you're going to keep my cum in you while you teach, aren't you?"
She defiantly shook her head no. But then, after a pause, she nodded yes. She blushed at her instant change of heart.
He pulled her in for a hug. She'd already put her clothes on, as had he, but he lifted her skirt up in back and possessively kneaded her bare ass cheeks. "If large gobs of my seed drip down your legs and splat onto the floor while you teach your next class, just tell your students, 'Oh, don't mind that. My fourth-period student Alan Plummer usually keeps my pussy pumped so full of his hot cum that I've gotten quite used to it sloshing around inside me all day long.'"
He let go of her and quickly changed the vaginal vibrator's batteries.
Glory's eyes went wide and her chest heaved. She thought, Damn him! Now that's all I'm going to be thinking about. His cum rolling down my legs past the hem of my skirt! That and the Televibe churning his cum all around inside of me. He's turned me into a total nymphomaniac! As if I could EVER go back to Garth.
She reached back and felt her ass cheeks where his hands had just been. There's nothing underneath my skirt now. Nothing! Now that my panties are gone, I'm going to have to be VERY careful about how I stand or I might really drop my Televibe in front of the whole class! I can't believe Alan would allow that risk! What a crazy, lovable lunk.
He grinned knowingly at her, then turned serious. He reached up with one hand and tenderly brushed her cheek with a loving caress. "By the way, I'm touched that you broke up with your boyfriend for me. You mean a lot to me. I love our sexual connection, and the taboo of fucking my teacher, but you mean much, much more to me than that. You made the right choice, you'll see."
He glanced at the clock again. "We'll talk more later. Gotta go."
He gave her another peck on the cheek, then pulled out his Televibe controller and winked. He hurried out of the classroom just in the nick of time.
She sat and thought while her fifth-period students filed in. What's wrong with me? Why did I break up with Garth when I'm so uncertain about Alan? He has no sexual morals, and he's just getting worse. He used to be such a good kid, but he's becoming more of a "bad kid" every day, as he put it. He fucks anyone and everyone he wants. I don't even want to think about just who might be in that growing crowd. He loves bisexual threesomes. Probably orgies too. He fucks girls up the ass, girls like Heather that he doesn't even particularly like or care about! I want a nice Mr. Right that I can settle down with. I'm the monogamous type.
At least Alan loves me. I can feel it in everything he does to me, even the weird and domineering sexual stuff. That feels good! His love is a powerful love. I feel more love from him than I ever did from Garth, that's for sure.
She stared off into space, heedless of her students arriving. But although he loves me, I'm still just one of many loves for him. Many! He's "touched" that I'll only sleep with him and only have eyes for him while he sleeps with half the female population? Big whoop! So hypocritical.
I'm so stupid. My boyfriend Garth might have been a bit boring, too boring, but he was handsome, safe, and dependable. If only there was some way I could combine the best qualities of both of them. In my heart of hearts I'm dreaming I can take Alan away all for my own, but there's just no way. He won't even give up Heather, even after she stabs him AND me in the back with her dirty tricks. Bitch!
She sighed sadly. Alan's a runaway train and I've just hopped aboard for the ride!
Just after thinking these thoughts, she felt a tremor in her pussy as the Televibe went up a notch from zero to one. She knew that Alan was letting her know that he was still nearby and thinking about her, and still planning to keep her stimulated without any let up. She liked that a lot.
She bemoaned the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties and that Alan's cum was oozing out of her pussy, but the idea of disobeying him by putting her panties back on or cleaning up her crotch never even crossed her mind.
She wore a devilishly happy smile as she stared out over her classroom, while inside she happily thought very naughty thoughts about what Alan might do to her next and what she wanted him to do to her.
