Chapter 653 Sext Time With Glory [Iveyflame Sponsored]

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Meanwhile, back at school, Alan took two midterm tests. He was lucky that he'd managed to study some hours the night before, because they were difficult tests. He figured that, as a result, he probably got C's on them instead of F's. Last night was the first time he'd seriously studied in a week, and he wasn't concentrating very well in class, either.

He had another test in his fourth-period history class taught by Glory. He was so distraught about how the other two tests went that he made it a point to not even glance in Glory's direction so he wouldn't be cursed with the mentally distracting hard-on he usually had in her class.

He was reasonably successful at avoiding thoughts about his teacher and having sex with her. He did a good job on the test, since it was his favorite subject and he knew the material pretty well even without studying (thanks to the inspiration Glory had given him over the past couple of years).

When the class was over, he stayed after, as usual. He wasn't supposed to leave for the psychologist's office in L.A. until after he had something to eat. He'd decided to use the lunch period to be with Glory and then the cheerleaders, and then grab a sandwich from Subway to eat in the car.

Glory sat behind her desk and Alan remained at his desk while the two of them patiently waited until all the other students filed out. Then Glory found his paper in the stack of tests, took it out, winked at him, and wrote "A+" in big letters on the top of it.

"Hey, you can't do that!" Alan genuinely protested as he got up to stop her. "You haven't graded it yet!"

"I know," Glory replied professionally even as she gave him a subtle smile, "but that's what you get for fooling around with your teacher. I'm counting fucking your teacher senseless as extra credit on this test, and that's worth a LOT of extra credit!"

"But seriously, you can't do that," he still complained. "You know I'm not messing around with you to get a good grade. That would really disturb me if you graded me unfairly."

Glory looked at him with a deadpan face and said, "Glarg van wogga bluga snorf dats."

Alan blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

"You fucked me senseless. So of course you can't understand me."

She laughed at her own kidding around, and so did he.

Then she said, "Young man, I didn't know HOW I could manage teaching class today, thinking about all the ways you were going to fuck me, much less how I got through fifth period yesterday, knowing you were hiding in the closet the whole time. It occurred to me it was dusty in there, and I was scared shitless that you would sneeze."

She stood up and started to take off her clothes.

He put a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from taking anything off. "Wait a sec. I'm still concerned about this A plus. We have to be on the level. I can't allow that; it cheapens this special thing we have. Plus, what about my A.P. test? That's a standardized test, administered by someone else. If I really don't know my history, do you think I can just go in there and say, 'Do you count teacher-fucking as extra credit on this A.P. History test?' I don't think that's gonna work!"

"Don't be so sure," she said. "Those tests are often administered by teachers. If it's being run by an attractive female, you just might want to try that out!"

Glory was only half joking when she said that. She only had glimmers of his other sexual escapades, but she could tell by the way he was improving as a lover on almost a daily basis that he was getting lots of other practice. When she consulted her own heart, she didn't doubt his ability now to seduce women and get them to do really outrageous things for him, but she wasn't happy about it.

"I'm being serious!" he complained.

"I know," she said more contritely. "And that's one thing that endears you to me, that you have a good conscience. But I practically don't have to grade your test, in any case. You're an excellent student, and history is your best subject. If you studied at all, I'm sure you got an A. Did you study?" She studied his face closely to see if he told the truth.

"Yeah. I actually studied a lot yesterday. Too much for this class, because I like the material, and not enough for the sucky subjects."

"See?" She waved her hands wide, like it was no longer an issue. "There you go. Easy A. I'm glad to hear it too, 'cos you have been slacking off in my class more than a little bit lately. I almost need to spank you again for that. In fact, I think you need a spanking, regardless." She winked.

He complained, "Don't bring up spankings." He was still smarting from what he now called the "Michelle incident."

"Sorry. I'll grade it just to be sure, though. As for that A.P. test, I'm sure you'll ace that too. But if you don't think you will, I'd be more than happy to give you private tutoring. Seriously. I have an idea for a reward system that I think would be most effective."

She began to run her hands over his arms and chest. "We could study a little, play around a little, study some more, fuck, study, fuck some more, then fuck some more after that..."

"Oh yeah, right," he said, both delighted and derisive. "I like the idea, but do you expect to be able to do that at my house, with my mom and sister nearly always there? And even after your boyfriend moves out now, what would your neighbors think of you coming home a lot with a teenager who might be your student?"

"That is a problem," she conceded. "If all else fails, we could get a hotel room. I could even tutor you on some of your other subjects. Including Sex Ed, of course," she added seductively.

"You're crazy," he said as he shook his head in disbelief at how single-mindedly focused on sex she had become, especially since she'd been the one against having sex for so long. But he kissed her anyway.

The conversation came to an abrupt end and Glory's serious proposal was left unresolved, because after the kiss ended, she enthused, "Let's fuck!" She opened her blouse and yanked her bra up over her boobs.

But Alan once again disappointed her. "I wish I could, but I've only got a few minutes. I really shouldn't even climax right now."

She stopped her advance and put her hands on her hips in frustration. "Young man, just what is going on here? You can't just give me the fuck of my life one day and then say, 'Oh, by the way, I can only stay five minutes' the next. You said that time with me would come first. Do you have any idea what you've done to me? I was so excited last night that I could hardly sleep, thinking of what we'd do today. I damn near dehydrated myself from the masturbation!"

She added in a dejected tone, "I'll bet you didn't even think about me."

He scanned his mind. In fact, he did think about the sex they'd had many times the rest of that day, and that night as well. He'd even dreamt about it. But it also competed with other thoughts about other women. And he'd given very little thought to this lunch, as he knew he'd already promised to spend the bulk of it with the cheerleaders. It wasn't that he preferred their company, but he had painting responsibilities to finish before he headed up to L.A.

So he felt he spoke honestly when he said, "Glory, that's not true. I've been thinking about you a lot ever since we did the deed. I loved it. But that caused me to miss an appointment yesterday at lunch, and now I have to make it up."

"An 'appointment'?" she repeated as she narrowed her eyes in a sign of jealousy. "Do you mean, a chance to fuck a cheerleader? Come ON! Aren't I a better fuck?"

"Of course you are, but I made a promise and I can't let them down." As soon as he said the word "them" he knew he'd made a big mistake and inwardly groaned at his own stupidity. She had a knack for getting him to accidentally confess things.

"THEM!" Glory cried hotly. "THEM?! Just how many girls are we talking about here?! What, are you fucking the whole cheerleading squad or something?!"

He blushed. He decided this was not the time for total honesty on that score. He replied meekly, "No, not exactly..."

She stood up and clenched her hands into fists. "NOT EXACTLY?! Young man! Come clean with me! Just who all is my competition around here?! I just had sex with you for the first time yesterday while, technically, I'm still dating Garth! Do you realize what a huge leap of faith that was for me?!"

Alan realized that he was getting into deep trouble. Once she had a lead, she had a way of ferreting out much more than he wanted to tell. So he aimed for a distraction and unzipped his blue jeans. His semi-hard thick penis flopped out like a flesh-colored garden hose.

Her eyes locked onto the new target, but it was obvious she still expected an answer.

He hemmed and hawed. "Ummm... Uh, well, you see, it's like this. I am involved with a couple of cheerleaders, but they don't mean anything to me. Not like you. But I feel obliged. It's like when you start something you have to keep up with it. I actually am helping them out with a thing, a favor, and... well, yes, some sexual stuff happens along the way, but mostly I'm obliged to finish this favor. I wish I could explain better, but they're assuming that what we're doing is all in strict confidence."

She homed in on one point he'd made. "A couple? As in two, or two-ish, possibly three or four?"

"Um, the latter," he replied, almost inaudibly. His ears burned with embarrassment. And despite everything, his penis was steadily growing stiffer. It started to poke up, like a drawbridge slowly rising.

"I figured." Luckily, she was heavily distracted by the sight of his now fully turgid erection, and in fact one of her hands slowly inched forward towards it, as if there was an internal battle going on inside her to jack him off or stay mad. The staying mad side was losing.

She added, "I already knew about Kim. And then there's your new girlfriend Amy. She's a cheerleader too. That's two. For all I know, you could be fucking the whole cheerleading team, except for your sister!"

He coughed. He had a very guilty look on his face. He was deathly worried that the longer this conversation went on, the more likely Glory would squeeze out of him the fact that his sister was on the list of those he'd fucked.

"You ARE!" Glory realized with frustration. "Fuck!" Her hand flew the rest of the distance to his erection and she started to stroke it madly. "I don't know why, but I'm not only mad, I'm horny as hell. Fucking the whole cheerleading squad. Fuck! Shit! I thought that kind of shit only happened in the movies. In really corny, hard-to-believe porno flicks. But you're actually doing it."

Her fingers flew up and down his rigid pole in a near blur. "If I were smart, I'd tell you to get out of my sight, but your confession just makes me want you even more. What's wrong with me?!"

Her hands paused, and in fact her whole body froze for a second, while she decided something. "Fuck you, Alan Plummer," she said with resignation as she dropped to a squatting position and swallowed his cockhead.

He stood with his legs slightly spread and relaxed while she did her thing. He was amazed at this development, and decided not to say anything for fear of upsetting her.

All of her frustrations at his multiple partners were channeled into her blowjob as frantic energy, so she sucked his erection like there was no tomorrow. She twirled and licked and blew and scraped with her teeth. It felt as if she had three tongues inside her mouth. Since he wore heavy blue jeans she couldn't attack his ass, but she more than made up for it with a two-handed assault on his balls.

It was all he could do not to just shoot his wad in the first minute. Somehow, she managed to take the rest of her clothes off while this was going on, except for her panties.

She thought, God dammit! Fuckin' fuckhead! He's fucking pretty much the entire cheerleader squad?! No wonder getting him to stay with me during lunch is like pulling teeth. So what am I doing on my knees with his fuckin' cock down my throat? He's just too fucking irresistible! It fucking ANNOYS me how much I'm loving this! What am I doing? Slathering his cockhead with my tongue, crouching half-naked, when I already had a serious boyfriend who was my own age! It's wrong, but it feels so RIGHT! I hate to admit it, but the fact that he's fucking all those sexy cheerleaders seriously arouses me! He's the most sexually unstoppable boy in school!

It wasn't long before he had to push her head away with his hands, because she had no intention of stopping her relentless tongue and lip assault. He, on the other hand, worried that if he came just then, he would be embarrassingly flaccid with the cheerleaders. He could practically hear Heather's voice mercilessly taunting him for failing to give her any "consolation prize" like he'd promised.

They struggled a bit, with him barely able to keep her at bay, and her trying to get her lips back around his prick.

She cursed, "Fuck you again, young man! I'm going to fucking get that load, if it's the last thing I do! Those fucking cheerleader sluts don't deserve your sweet cum. It's mine, dammit! Mine!"

They struggled for a while longer. Alan had gentlemanly limitations, so Glory was able to quickly resume a steady bobbing down his shaft. However, he held her head firmly enough to prevent her from going for a deep throating. He knew that if she did that, he'd be a goner.

Suddenly, Alan thought of a way to satisfy Glory and keep his load so he wouldn't disappoint Janice and Heather. He said in a strong voice, "Glory, I love you very much. But I'll decide who gets my cum and when. You need to be punished for your attitude. Present me your ass. NOW!"

She pulled her lips off his boner to say something in protest.

That enabled him to get much more aggressive. He pushed her back much harder, so she actually fell backwards and had to drop her hands to the floor as her ass was knocked from her crouching position a few inches to the floor.

Surprised by the sudden reemergence of his aggressive side, she did as she was told and turned over on all fours. "Alan? What's gotten into you?" she asked meekly.

He yanked her panties down to expose her butt. To his surprise, the fabric tore in his hands, and he ended up with a chunk of her panties in his palm. The rest of her ripped underwear fell to the floor. That accidental tearing seemed to surprise and impress her even more. He noticed that her pussy was dripping almost as excessively as Brenda's often did.

Then he said, "Hey. You're making me like this, with your 'It's mine, dammit' comments. So I have sex with some cheerleaders. They mean nothing to me emotionally. Not like you. You have a big piece of my heart. Do you have a problem with that?" He raised his hand up to strike her butt.

As she looked over her shoulder in fear and arousal, she replied, "N-n-n-no. G-g-g-go ahead. Fuck 'em all."

He slammed his hand down, hard. Then he said, "Good! I think I will. Glory, I still love you dearly, but variety is the spice of life. I admit it, I'm selfish and I'm spoiled when it comes to sex these days. But I'm still really just a kid. If a bunch of sexy cheerleaders throw themselves at an eighteen-year-old guy, how many guys would turn them down? I'm weak, but I love you. I don't care about them. You have to understand that. Neither of us can make exclusive long term commitments because who knows where college will take me in a year? Let's just enjoy each other while we can. Okay?"

"O-o-o-o-okay." She felt that his voice was so sincere, she couldn't argue with him. His tone made it seem like the cheerleaders were less than nothing but she was everything to him. Plus, the fact that she was on all fours presenting her naked ass to him for a spanking made it hard to have a rational argument.

He spanked her again. But as soon as the slap ended, he thrust his fingers into her vagina. She was so wet that they slid in deep, like a body sliding down a water slide. She didn't cry out at the spanking or the invasion.

Then he slapped her ass a few more times, but never stopped rapidly frigging her pussy.

She panted heavily and obviously loved it. She didn't consider herself a submissive type, but he was so sexually overwhelming that she couldn't help but react. It was like being carried away by a huge ocean wave.

After only about six or seven slaps, he stopped and devoted all his energies to pleasuring her ass and her pussy with his hands. After all, the slaps were really sex slaps, not true anger slaps, and both of them knew it.

She came hard with an all-over body tremble.

He felt good too, because he could tell she was shaken to her very core by the experience.

She turned around when it was over, and to his surprise she was crying. What puzzled him more was that he could tell that they were simultaneously tears of sadness and tears of joy.

She said to him, "Alan, when I first started getting involved with you, I knew it was a risky and unknown path. But I never, EVER thought something like this could happen! I LOVE YOU! I really do. I've never loved any boyfriend so much. And you're just a kid. But you're more of a man than any of them. If one of my boyfriends so much as heavily flirted with another woman, that was it. He was toast. And yet you're telling me you're fucking all these cheerleaders, and I'm okay with it! Well, not really, but I'm hating it and yet I'm kinda loving it at the same time. This is so fucked up!"

Suddenly, she pulled him down to her level.

Taken by surprise, he collapsed right on top of her.

She kissed him passionately, and he recovered enough of his wits to kiss back. He wound up lying on top of her, with an arm wrapped around her. She wound up with an arm around him too, and a hand holding his still insistently erect dick.

When it was done, she looked him in the eye, and said, "Alan, I'm having a hard time adjusting to your other women. Will you do me a favor? Please don't get mad when I call you 'my love.' And don't tell me about those others anymore. I won't ask where you're going or try to stop you. Just let me pretend that I'm your only one. I already hate all the cheerleaders, your sister excepted of course, just because they might be having sex with you. If I knew which ones they were for sure, then I'd REALLY hate them. As a teacher, I have to try to remain impartial. This jealousy isn't good."

She mentally checked what she was doing, and realized, Shit! Even now, I'm jacking him off! I'm just too horny! She redoubled her stroking efforts, hoping to get him to blow his load before he had to go.

Even as she did that, she thought some more, and then added, "Well, now that I think about it, you did mention Heather by name yesterday. She's a cheerleader. Shit. When you broke it to me yesterday that you're having sex with her, for some reason that didn't bother me that much because I was sure I could convince you of the error of your ways. I know enough school gossip to know she'll fuck just about anything that moves, male or female. She's probably a walking cauldron of sexual diseases by now, so you'd better be taking precautions when you're having sex with her!"

"I've got it covered. Completely covered. She's been tested, and she's clean."

"I should hope so! Shit, shit, shit! Heather. If this problem is more than just her, it's going to be a lot harder to get you to change. I love you so much. And after what we did yesterday, it's tough for me to accept this. Tough." Even as she grimaced while thinking about Heather, her hand kept sliding up and down Alan's thick shaft.

Alan was all tenderness now. He chose to ignore what she was talking about, figuring it would be good to let it sink in for a while first. As he spoke, he planted kisses around her face. "Okay, Glory. You know that I deeply love you too. In a lot of ways, you'll always be my first love. If I could call you something like 'lover' too sometimes, I'd be honored."

"Oh, Alan!" She hugged him tightly with both hands and kissed him again. "Of course you can. My lover. My love!"

They kissed some more. She had to let go of his dick to hug him that way, but it didn't matter since they were sharing an important emotional moment.

But then he suddenly got up. He looked at the classroom clock. "Would you look at that? You're sneaky. You made me more than five minutes late."

She came back with the comment, "You're the sneaky one. I noticed that you saved your climax for those cheerleader bitches. Fucking sluts!"

"Hey," he admonished. "Remember? We won't talk about them. Certainly not like that, or more spankings for you."

She giggled. "And that's supposed to be a deterrent? You might want to rethink your punishments, young man. That's like punishing me by making me cum even more."

He zipped up his jeans and made to leave. "All right, Teach. We'll see about that later. Don't make me any later than I already am."

She winked. "Okay. I'll be good. I promise. I think between that fuck yesterday and what you did today, you've left me too wiped out to fight. My love." She winked again just as he opened the door to leave.

As soon as Alan left, Glory sat up and thought, What the hell just happened?! Talk about embarrassing. I'm his teacher, for crying out loud. That's every boy's fantasy, to have sex with his teacher, and I'm letting him fuck those cheerleaders too? I must be mental!

Not only that, but I've been dating Garth for a year! Poor Garth. HE just can't compete with Alan, in bed or out of it. Now that I think about it, a few minutes ago, I mentioned that I'm still "technically" going out with Garth. I might as well face it: I have to break it to him that we're well and truly through. Poor guy. He's going to be crushed.

Once Alan was alone in the hallway, he just stood there for a minute to ponder what happened. God. I didn't plan ANY of that. Phew, that was intense. "I hate it and yet I'm kinda loving it at the same time." What the fuck? I thought when she found out about the others there would be a big blow-up for sure. But how to square her "kinda loving it" comment with her distress about the idea a few minutes later? I guess maybe people have some crazy feelings at the height of passion.

His mind pondered the situation for some time. If push comes to shove and I'm forced to make a choice, I'd give up the other cheerleaders for Glory. But not the home situation, and that includes Amy and my sister. I want to be completely honest with Glory, but the whole home thing is going to have to stay a deep, deep secret. But who knows? Maybe she'll come around and I'll be able to keep boning the cheerleaders too. I have to build on her "kinda loving it" feelings by giving her such great loving so often that she just doesn't care about the others and has no reason to be jealous.

Finally, he looked around and realized he'd been standing there lost in thought. Phew. Intense. But as if that wasn't enough, now I've got to go find Heather and Janice, and please them. Then I've got to go to L.A. and have some kind of intense therapy session. Then God knows what kind of fun when I get home with Mom and who knows whom else. At least hopefully I'll be able to get a nap in there somewhere. This is just too fucking intense, and the wild ride never stops!

The Boy Scout trip is starting in less than eight hours too. Jeeeesus! I just have to make it till then without suffering a total nervous breakdown. Ugh!

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